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I feel kinda bad for vanishing off the planet fr 😨 I just stopped writing self insert fanfic tbh

You can find my other (although limited) fanfic on ao3 under ChocoKiri and you can find me on Twitter at Hawkslego

Im ALIVE,,, just no longer writing y/n fics :/ im sorry

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Let’s talk about “lewding minors” in the anime community

1) this is obviously my personal opinion you don’t have to agree obviously

2) this shouldn’t even be an issue in the first place

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Okay so as most of us know there are currently a sudden issue with aging up characters in the anime community, now as somebody who’s been here 10+ years I can confidently say that this is now just becoming a problem.

Im sure some of you are familiar with Yagami Yato, a women who makes NSFW ASMR on YouTube and patreon. She has gained tons of popularity since irresponsible people leaked her audios on TikTok

And so now there is this divide, those who say that it’s wrong and those who don’t care.

Personally I don’t see the issue with this, aging up characters to fit your personal narritive has been done for literal decades.

There are millions of fanfics and art that age up characters to be adults, whether it be to have them in sexual situations or something wholesome.

People are saying that if you have to age a character up just to lewd them that it’s wrong and disgusting, but I’m sure you guys have read 18+ fanfics of REAL people before.

This is not a new thing and it’s just apart of being in a...fiction community.

Some of you guys are trying to use the same logic we would have for actual people for these fictional characters.

You can’t do that

The reasoning being is that in no way can you equate a fictional teenager to an actual living breathing teenager. One is real and one is fiction—

Which brings us to the whole fiction affecting reality topic that suddenly everyone is an expert on, I can say this right now that if you listen to an 18+ audio of Bakugou or Kirishima you will not become a sexual predator.

You guys need to stop throwing the word “Pedophile” everywhere. It’s EXTREMELY disrespectful to those who are victims. (Myself included)

You are not going to become a pedophile for liking a character that is under 18, anime characters do not look like us at all. They are not real they will never be real, and some of you are pushing the mentality that they’re real which is very harmful.

Now this is different when it comes to lolis or characters that look like actual children (Like Eri). You can’t age them up the same because they’re drawn like children— compared to Bakugou who can easily pass as an 18 year old. You can put the 1A students in the class 3-A and say that they’re all the same age.

Because of the way that anime is drawn, people have been slapping random ages on characters no matter how they look, like the 6000 year old Loli

Now this is why I personally go off of looks when it comes to anime characters, it’s always been like this in the anime community. Most of us know that there is a clear difference between liking an anime character and liking an actual child.

This is some of the most childish behavior I’ve ever seen in this community, I KNOW some of you actually don’t care about it and just want to be on the trend, which is so harmful.

I hate the fact that this is even an issue, why did people skip right past the lolicon issues in this community (yk the 6000 year old that looks 5)

This isn’t just defending Yagami either, you don’t have to like her by all means everyone has the right to their opinions, this goes out for everything

Fanfics...art etc

Going back to the pedophile issue?

You guys say that we are creating a safe environment for them since we say that the characters aren’t real- which is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. Why would a pedophile find an adult version of Todoroki hot? I thought they went after children

I dunno about you but the actual pedos are hanging out in the lolicon section 😃

Some of y’all are taking anime too seriously and making the community toxic, grow up and realize what you’re saying.

It’s like you’re trying to erase something that’s been there since the beginning by suddenly making it bad..like it’s not gonna work

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I’m currently writing a multi chapter fic on A03 so I’ve been very dead (my apologies) BUT 😐

These yagami Yato antis keep throwing the term “Pedophile” around and like....I hate to break it you but me liking Bakugou doesn’t automatically make me want to go after actual kids

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Can’t believe I’m gonna way this but Tumblr is the most toxic free app at the moment and that’s (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

The people on this app are able to understand differences in opinion/tastes (WHICH IS A BLESSING)

Like everyone and everything is so chill here and never in my life was I expecting to run to tumblr because of the mess of everything going on in the anime community smh

Almost everyone is mature here and I feel like, everyone who made Tumblr toxic like left to the other apps and everyone left behind just made such a loving community

You guys are great ✨

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Dadzawa Pt 2

You dont need to read part one for this to make sense, its just kinda the same AU 

Sorry for like not uploading in awhile ;; My health is HORRIBLE so ive been lowkey dying but im back now. I’m still not too confident with my smut yet so have this short domestic thing with Aizawa

part one

It’s been about 4 months since Aizawa and you welcomed your daughter, she inherited almost all of her father’s looks-- which made you a bit disappointed but you only hoped that she would start to take some of your traits when she grew older. 

“It’s not fair,” you complain with a sigh. Even though she was only 4 months you were back on the job, even if it was just paperwork. 

They needed you out there, and nobody but fellow heroes and a select few of the U.A students even knew of your daughter. Her entire existence was like a target on you and Aizawa’s back. 

She was the biggest secret in your life, you wanted to protect her for as long as possible. And you dread the day she becomes public knowledge because she could get hurt or worse. 

It was hard enough keeping your pregnancy on the low while you would walk outside, baggy shirts and multiple layers were to go to whenever you wanted to go outside. Thankfully the small neighborhood understood Aizawa’s and Your concerns and kept quiet about the ordeal.  

“I can take her tomorrow you know,” Aizawa says, setting down some coffee in front of you. 

You take a sip, “I don’t want to trouble you though.” 

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, “You do realize that it’s my kid as well right? It’s not fair for you to have all the responsibilities.” 

Taking another sip you look at your husband, “You’re gonna take her to U.A tomorrow?” 

He shrugs, “I don’t see why I cant, she’s pretty quiet for a baby anyway so I doubt she’ll cause that much trouble. I’ll drop her off before I go on patrol.” 

It’s not that you didn’t trust U.A, it’s the wild students that your husband was graced with that made you worried. But, you really needed a break from her to focus on your work-- even if it meant only a few hours, “If your students touch a single hair on her head I will be committing manslaughter.” 

Aizawa chuckles and kisses your cheek, “I don’t doubt that.” 

Your husband leaves your office for a moment only to come back with your daughter. She was glued to his hip, having some of his hair crunched in her small fist. Looking at them like this you could really see the resemblance, not that you would ever cheat on Aizawa but anybody would know that the kid is his. 

The raven hair, his eye shape-- she was his little twin. She even shared the same laid back personality and almost never cried. If she was having a moment it only takes Aizawa’s touch to calm her down. 

“I have a feeling she’s gonna pick you as her favorite,” You smile taking another sip of coffee. 

Aizawa smirks, “I mean I’m not exactly complaining. She’ll learn how to fight from the best teacher out there-- it’s me if you haven’t guessed”

“Shouta I swear to god,” You laugh. 

“If you think I’m gonna let her leave my house without knowing how to put somebody in their place,” He pauses to wipe her mouth with his sleeve, “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong husband.” 

“She better come back in once piece tomorrow, In fact how will you watch her while you teach?” You ask taking another sip. 

“Didn’t we just get that carrier thing?” He replies. 

“I mean I guess you can use it,” You roll your eyes playfully, “thought you would carry her all day.” 

“Are you challenging me?”

The two of you look at each other before breaking out into laughter. 

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👁👄👁 the writing is immaculate I can only WISH to write this good in the future oml

Between the Evergreens (Hades!Shouta Aizawa x Reader Lemon)

My contribution to the Citrus Dome server collab! Find the other wonderful pieces here!

Warning: Smut, light bondage, face fucking, 

Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the fruits of your labor at the altar. Every day you pray. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods.

But you never expected one to answer…

Years have passed since the burning of your village.

Now, you live in a far away country; one still foreign to you despite how long you’ve called it “home”. 

You’ve no family left to speak of, worship deities you don’t believe in, and are forced to partake in customs that are not your own. At times, even the clothes on your back feel misplaced.

It’s a lonely existence. But existence nonetheless.

You should feel fortunate. 

By some small miracle you’d been found, bloody and shell-shocked on an otherwise abandoned river bank. They took you in without expecting recompense, and treated you like one of their own. 

Regardless of their kindness, you just never felt like you truly belonged. 

Determined to connect with your lost culture, you’d taken it upon yourself to craft a makeshift altar, neatly tucked away in a nearby forest of cypress. You embellished a granite slab, washed smooth by the wind and rain, with small sacrifices and attractive dark stones. The polished onyx, tektite, and obsidian serve as symbols of the God Hades, and his dominion over all the Earth’s treasures. 

With limited guidance, you taught yourself the art of carving, at times using it to craft the trunks of fallen trees into intricate statuettes or simple trinkets. Objects of significance that you hoped he might find pleasing 

When you prostrate yourself before this sacred shrine, you pound your hands atop the Earth to alert the isolated God, buried beneath layers of sediment and the wailing shades, of your diligent worship. 

Unlike most, you never seek favor from the one to whom you pray. Instead, you express only gratitude for the care he provides your family, and the souls of all mortals. 

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30 followers 🥺 I’m beyond happy right now- I never expected this. Thanks so much guys!

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Kaminari x Male Reader

I had the need to write something about getting high so uh why not use Denki C: Also uhhh he do be kinda dominate but cute about it 

Warnings: Smoking, Uh my poor exucse of a hand job

You stare at Kaminari, he is what you would describe as a casual stoner. You knew this before you started dating him yet it always amazed you how pretty he looked with his eyes half-lidded and smoke billowing out of his mouth. You’ve tried it only a couple times but chickened out before you actually got high. He was always welcoming you to try with him though, whenever he would bring out his stuff he would invite you to the couch with him. 

However this time, he held a pen in his hand. He held it up to his lips, nimble fingers on the button as he inhaled. Catching your stare he smiles after the smoke leaves his mouth, “You wanna try?” 

You swallow dryly, “H-How?” 

He giggles and pulls you down next to him, “you press the button here,” he guides your finger to the button on the side, “press it while you inhale.” 

Following the somewhat vague instructions you nervously place the pen to your lip and press the button. Inhaling slowly you let the smoke in your lungs before coughing them out. Kaminari chuckles, rubbing your back as you wheeze the smoke out. 

“Why does it still burn,” You cough. Kaminari hands you some water and you gladly drink until the burning is a dull throb on the back of your throat. He takes the pen out of your hands and takes another hit with a sigh, relishing the taste on his tongue. 

“You’re still not used to it silly,” Kaminari grins. He wraps his arm around you before he takes another deep hit. He leans in and kisses you, letting only a small amount of smoke escape him before you gasp at his hand slightly pinching you. It invades your lungs once again, tickling the back of your throat. 

Kaminari hums, placing the pen in your hand. He coaxes you to take another hit and as it leaves your lungs you start to feel almost hyper aware of his closeness to you. His hair was pulled back with a clip, he wore nothing but a pair of boxers and his t-shirt. 

“Pretty,” You mumble.

“You feel it now hm?” His voice was suddenly lower. When did his voice get so husky? You blink a couple times and reach up to his face. 

You giggle, “I think so?” 

He kisses your hand, “Yeah?” 

His lips were so...soft. Why was he so pretty for? You lean up to kiss him again with a sudden hunger forming in your stomach. His mouth moves against yours like honey, it was slow. 

You couldn’t help but to moan into the kiss when he pushed you down on the couch, “You feel good,” you mumble against him. He lets out an amused huff and licks your bottom lip. You let your mouth fall open to allow his tongue to explore the familiar space. The grip around your waist weakens as he slowly sits up. 

“You get a ‘lil naughty when you’re high don’t ya,” He palms the tent in your pants and grins at the whimper that falls out of your mouth, “not that I mind.” 

The white hot pleasure mixed with this fuzzy feeling that you couldn’t explain had you a babbling mess. Your mouth only dripped with praises and choked moans when he worked his skillful hands around your cock. 

He leaned in once again to blow more smoke into your mouth, which you gratefully take in. Letting more of the chemicals swirl around in your system. It only made the pleasure burn hotter in your gut. 

He spit on his hands before pumping harder, reducing your babbles into just moans. He loved the way you fell apart under his touch. Your hair slicked to your forehead from the sweat, the face he loved drawing twisted in pleasure. He could cum just from the view you blessed him with. 

“D-Denki,” You pant out. He twists his hand hard every time you bucked up into him only to hush you with small kisses. You’re flushed cheeks only spurred him on to go faster. 

He carefully activates his quirk on your tip, which caused you to let out a choked scream. The coil in your gut kept winding and winding-- you were so close yet, he kept a tight grip with a innocent smile, “You gonna cum for me baby?” 

“I-” You shudder at the surge of electricity once again, “I can’t,” you cry. 

He tilts his head and frowns, “Why’s that baby?” 

“I du-dunno,” You wail when he spits once again, mixing it with your pre-cum. Somehow he always got you so sensitive by the end of each encounter like this. He loved hearing you cry for him, to beg him for more. 

He takes the pen with his other hand, pressing on the power button. It was another deep hit, just to sate his desire for his lungs to be filled. He would never tell you that he knew what you thought of him smoking. He could always tell, the shift in your eyes...when you would start to press your thighs together-- anything for that delicious friction you didn’t know you were chasing. 

“Well,” His movements going to a painfully slow pace, “That’s not good.”  

You whine and buck up, “pleasepleaseplease”

He smiles at your neediness, “I thought I was doing something wrong,” He pauses to lean to your ear, “What do you want me to do?” 

At this point you were too turned on and high to care about shame, everything was swirling around your head and the orgasm was slowly dwindling away. You kiss at the corner of his mouth, “I want you to touch me,” your breath shook with arousal, “I want you to k-kiss me.” 

Kaminari picks the pace up, “How much do you want me to touch?” 

You squirm under him, the white hot pleasure building rapidly, “I’m gonna c-cum,” 

“Yeah?” He kisses you again, muffling the praises falling off your tongue. The heat ran like a chill up your spine. You shudder with each stoke he gave to help you ride out your orgasm, “such a naughty little prince huh?” 

“Y-Yes”

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Yagami Yato is the only thing distracting me from the shit that is going on in the MHA manga right now- like Aizawa and Shinsou? MMK 

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Yandere! Erasermic

Yandere Erasermic (Aizawa Favored) x reader

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome?

I kinda pumped this out because I wanted to write stalker tingz but make it Erasermic

It was a cool summer evening, the trees were bending slightly as the wind danced along the street. People were gathering in the busy streets, some type of festival? Well, maybe they were-- you can’t remember how long it’s been since you were locked in the basement. A month? Maybe two months...It all happened so fast.

One moment you were making coffee, watching the people have fun below you. The next moment the two pro heroes, President Mic and Eraserhead were beside you. You tried to fight, kicking around when Mic picked you up. Yet, they put something against your face which caused everything to feel numb.

They were nice about it, never really hurt you on purpose. Hizashi was more aggressive when it came to you, he liked to throw you around like a doll. Aizawa on the other hand was calm and slow, he would be the one scolding Hizashi when things went wrong; but that doesn’t mean he had his aggressive moments.

“Are ya hidin’ again,” You hear Hizashi sigh. He was above you, his eyes narrowed. You were behind the bed, curling yourself up as tight as you could. Trying to be unseen but somehow, they always knew where you were. You look up at him and quickly look away, you could only feel fear when he was like this. Above you, not letting you hide for more than an hour. He was always behind you, in front of you, above you...he couldn’t leave you alone.

“Leave me alone,” You manage to spit out. Your tone was more aggressive than you meant but there was no going back now. You had to hide when Aizawa wasn’t here, who knows what Hizashi would do. Although you hated to admit that Aizawa made you feel...almost safe, you couldn’t lie that you rather have him than Hizashi.

“You’re words hurt,” Hizashi chuckles. His hands were on your arms now, forcefully pulling you out of your hiding spot, “You don’t want to get punished do ya?”

Punishment, the word was big in this home-like prison. It would range between being tied up for hours on end, to not getting food. With Hizashi he liked to be creative with it, he would sometimes force you to act like a dog. Aizawa on the other hand, he would ignore you and leave you with Hizashi.

Hizashi pulls you up with ease, giving you a smile. He carries you to the couch and sets you down. You stay still, there was no point in trying to run. Last time you tried they put a collar on your and tied you to the coffee table so you would stay with them.

“Now,” He says lifting your chin, “stay out here okay? I want to spend some time with you before Aizawa gets home.” You can’t help but to perk up at Aizawa’s name. If Aizawa’s home you’re allowed to hide. Hizashi steps back, turning on the TV before he leaves for the kitchen.

Ground Zero makes a surprising appearance with Hawks? At the scene we see the two of them fighting the villain, it seems that Hawks is leading the offensive. You watch as the two Hero’s gang up on the villain. Why were the News people always so close to the actual scene? What if they get hurt or something. It never made sense, Ground Zero tackled him! I believe the cops are on their way as we speak.

“Welcome home,” You hear Hizashi shout. How did you not nice the front door opening?

“This is a surprise,” Aizawa says, making the observation of you on the couch, “You’re actually out here before I got home.”

Hizashi sighs, “I had to drag her.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, “You’ll scare her if you keep dragging her around everywhere.”

You don’t bother to pay attention to the small bickering behind you. The open window was more important, maybe it was summer still. You could slightly see the lights of the street, if only you could jump. But, why take the risk of dying? You didn’t know how many floors up you were. Let alone the fact that you couldn’t go near the window.

You feel the couch dip, glancing over you see Aizawa staring at you. His face was the same stoic expression you somehow found a safe spot in. It was wrong, he was your kidnapper, yet it didn’t feel like that. You felt yourself almost melt underneath the gaze, how did he do it? How was he able to mold you how he wanted without doing anything?

“It’s not fair,” Hizashi says. You jump at his voice, turning towards the pro-hero as he walks closer. He was going to sit next to you, and you would be stuck between the both of them. It always started out with the three of you just watching TV but Hizashi would start something. You didn’t want that but you couldn’t run, how could you? Aizawa would just pull you back down if he felt the need to. Even if he didn’t Hizashi would find you. You glance at Aizawa who still had his eyes on you. Glancing back up to Hizashi who was now making his way on the other side of the couch, you scoot closer to Aizawa. Hizashi frowns when he noticies, “Why does she like you so much?”

“I told you,” Aizawa shrugs, “You’re too aggressive.”

Hizashi was on the couch now, facing you. He reaches out to pull you closer but you flinch away. You scoot closer to Aizawa, hopefully Aizawa won’t push you away. Hizashi tries again, giving you the same smile- it was sickening. Maybe it was his way of telling you that ‘I’m not going to do anything’ but you knew better. When you scoot again, you come in contact with Aizawa. You turn to him with a panicked expression, what if he pushes you to Hizashi? He’s done it before when you didn’t listen to him.

“Stop running away,” Hizashi whines. His hands were reaching out again, yet you couldn’t scoot back anymore unless you wanted to be on Aizawa. Which would be better but still, Aizawa could always push you away. You didn’t have an excuse either, why push yourself on Aizawa? If you were to give the excuse of ‘I’m scared of Hizashi’ then you would be punished.

“I--” You pause, turning to Aizawa again. He raised his eyebrow when you slowly scooted back, “I missed A-Aizawa,” you manage to say.

“Huh,” They both look at each other, Hizashi’s face more confused than Aizawa. To make it more believable you wrap your arms around Aizawa, placing your head on his chest.

“This is,” Aizawa looks down at you with a smirk, “I can’t say that it’s unexpected but it sure is a turn of events.”

“It’s always you,” Hizashi lets out a disappointed sigh, “she never says that about me. She runs away from me but she willingly goes into your arms.”

“Yeah because you don’t know how to limit yourself,” Aizawa rolls his eyes. He pulls you on his lap and faces you towards Hizashi, letting his head rest on top of yours, “At least I know what I’m doing.”

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t find comfort in Aizawa’s arms. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate Aizawa or Hizashi. Hizashi was scary but he could also be kind...Aizawa is calm but can be cold. You had to gain their trust to go outside, and maybe then you’ll be able to escape.

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Nitroglycerin

Uh I love the HC that Bakugou smells/tastes like caramel ha ha ha  so we going with that here. 

Y/N has a quirk that has aphrodisiac effects in her saliva, also loves anything sweet (the quirk is called Sweetness) 

I dunno if I should make a NSFW Pt.2? Please lemme know if you guys want that! I may suck at writing but I’ll try my best. 

Warnings: Language? 

Sorry this is kinda short because I’ve been in and out of the hospital! If I write a part 2 it will be longer (again im sosossoso sorry!) 

. . . . 

You stare at your boyfriend from the large bed, his toned muscles would move with each stretch he did. On his neck were several marks from the session last night. He wore nothing but his black tank top and some loose fitting shorts, it was almost criminal how good he looked without trying. 

Noticing your stares he smirks, “Didn’t have enough of me?” 

You toss a pillow at him, “Shut up, I’ll make you regret it.” 

Bakugou scoffs and tosses the pillow back on the bed before stepping into the bathroom. The familiar hum of the shower makes you a little sad, he won’t smell as sweet after he showers. 

Reluctantly you leave the warm bed, you were hungry and wanted something sweet. Thankfully you have a bowl of caramel sitting on the coffee table-- if it has a voice you could argue it was calling your name. Sure enough, the clear bowl filled to the brim with caramels sat there, just waiting for you to enjoy them. 

Plopping yourself down on the sofa you bring the bowl into your lap, marveling at the different types of caramels that were mixed around in the bowl. You pick one that was square shaped, unwrapping it slowly to appreciate the smell. As you pop it into your mouth you had to remind yourself to keep it controlled, there have been way too many times where you'll eat the entire bowl without realizing until its too late. 

Ground Zero tops the charts once again! Your phone lights up. You open it to read the article, Ground Zero tops the charts for ‘best eligible bachelors’ after his past interview it was revealed that he is not in a relationship! After last months troubling news that he had a women many fans were heartbroken. Thankfully he shut the rumors down fast! 

“This doesn’t make sense,” Bakugou speaks from behind you, “If I don’t have  women then,” He leans over you, cupping your face to force you to look him in his eyes, “what are you?” 

You laugh, “I don’t know...perhaps somebody who lives with you just to suck your dick?” 

He narrows his eyes, “How vulgar.” 

“I mean I hope you enjoy it, considering the whimpering mess you were last night because I accidentally let my quirk activate when I kissed you,” You pull him down to kiss him, letting your lips move against his before pulling away with a smile, “I couldn’t help how sweet you were...I just had to eat you up!” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “I’m not your food dumbass.” 

You turn your body to face him, “I wish you were, I could lick you all day ‘Suki.” 

The two of you stare at each other, it was a normal occurrence for you to jump on him after he showers. To make a mess of him before he leaves for work, yet your hunger wasn’t as strong as it normally was. You had your caramel earlier, so you didn’t feel the need to use Bakugou as a replacement. 

He’s the first to turn away, “You know I hate it when you do that.” 

You pop another caramel in your mouth, “That’s why you let me do it,” you tilt your head, “because you hate it when my mouth wraps around your--” 

“Enough,” Bakugou quickly interrupts. You could see the blush at the tips of his ears as he walked to the kitchen. He gives you a quick glance before he returns his attention to the fridge. 

“Sure,” You turn back around, “Tonight though...” You trail off, placing some more caramel in your mouth. He had hero work today which means, sweaty Bakugou. Which also means he’s going to come home smelling like your favorite treat. 

If he comes home like that, then he’s just begging for you to taste him...right?

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Next fic? Drabble? Idk what to call it- ANYWAY...It’s gonna be Bakugou 🤩 lets hope I wrote him right-

[keigoslego]

My Little Girl

I just snorted hours worth of Aizawa being a father or a father figure and I mean, as someone with daddy issues its my time to SHINE 

Sadly there will be no Y/N here I’m still trying to figuring out how to write in that style lmao 

Warnings: The feelings of being uneeded are strong with this one (angst..??) ALSO ITS REALLY BAD BECAUSE I DID THIS ON MY PHONE (my fingers are DYING)

Shinsou leans against the stairwell, waiting for Aizawa to be done with scolding his class. Once again they snuck out of the dorms to try and figure out what Aizawa does on his free-time. Only a select few knew why this tired man was consistently running home after school whenever he got the chance. 

“Eri you can’t run down the hallways!” Mirio calls after Eri, she held a flower crown and passed by Shinsou, not batting an eye when he tried to grab her. She flings open the door with a wide smile. 

“If this happens again,” Aizawa turns to the door to see the little girl and glances to Mirio in confusion, “Eri...why?” 

Aizawa gives a warning glare to the class before turning his attention to the girl, he walks over and leans down to match her height, in the corner of his eye he notices Shinsou and another girl hiding behind his leg. Aizawa’s eyes widen a bit but he quickly covers his surprise and picks Eri up. 

“Eri made this! I was told not to run but we waited by the gate and you didn’t come out,” Eri rambles placing the crown on his head. The class stiffens, trying not to burst into laughter. 

Aizawa sighs and makes quick eye contact to the little girl clinging to Shinsou’s leg. He turns to the class and rolls his eyes, “I’ll be finishing the discussion with you tonight.” 

The class cheers and everyone jumps out of their seat, some running up to say hi to Eri and Mirio while others make their way to the dorms. The little girl clinging to Shinsou starts to tremble when she sees everyone pour out of the doors. 

“Hey,” Shinsou gives a small smile, looking down at the girls jet-black eyes that were starting to water, “Should we go on ahead?” 

The girl nods slowly, Shinsou hoists her up and covers her head with his jacket. It’s a well known fact that she can’t handle crowds well and will often freeze up when she can’t figure out whats going to happen, “I-I wanted to surprise daddy with the flower crown too but...I couldn’t calculate the outcome” 

Shinsou laughs, “You came inside the building this time! It’s a big improvement.”

She lifts her head up slightly, causing the jacking to fall a little bit. Looking at the floor she starts to count each tile in her head, trying to calculate the steps it takes to get to the faculty office. 

“I’m not the only one seeing a kid in Shinsou’s arms...right?” Kirishima whispers to Bakugou. The two of them look at her and slightly tilt their head, trying to get a better look at her face. Only for the pair to enter the faculty office before anything else could be seen. 

“Is that my little angel?!” Hizashi beams running over and prying her out of Shinsou’s arms. Shinsou takes his jacket and tosses it on the empty desk, rolling his eyes when Hizashi starts tossing the girl in the air. 

“S-Shin I-I,” She starts to cry, unable to handle the sudden switch. 

“Oh no baby I’m sorry,” Hizashi stops and pats her head giving her a warm smile. She reaches for Shinsou, squirming out of President Mic’s arms. He sighs in defeat, handing her over. 

“I knew you would be too rough with her,” Shinsou sighs, “You know she isn’t Eri.” 

The little girl snuggles into Shinsou’s neck, slowly calming down. Moments later the door opens and Aizawa, Eri and Mirio joins the three of them. Aizawa is still holding Eri although now the crown has shifted, almost falling off of his head. 

“Is daddy here?” The little girl whispers to Shinsou. 

Shinsou sits on one of the chairs and shifts the girl so her head would be on his other shoulder, “Mhm,” he answers. 

Aizawa glances over to Shinsou and his only daughter, he could only give a small smile in their direction before Eri said something to him, causing him to explain things to her with Mirio. 

“I’m happy for Eri,” The little girl mumbles, tightening her grip on Shinsou’s shirt. 

“Why?” Shinsou asks. He starts to draw small circles on her back and slightly moves to chair side to side. 

“I mean Daddy is giving her so much love!” She says this a bit louder than she meant to, causing everyone in the room to go silent. Noticing the quick silence she starts to panic, “I-I get it too! I’m not mad or anything I’m just happy for her yknow? She had to go through so much and I never had to go through anything like she did so I’m happy shes getting love! P-Plus even if I do get lonely which is n-never! But if I ever did I could j-just come to you!” 

Hizashi gives a worried look to Aizawa, “Angel, you’re allowed to ask for your dad you know that right?” 

“I can always switch you spots!” Eri grins. 

The girl lifts her head, and slowly turns to her father. Aizawa has a confused yet worried look. He tilts his head, wanting her to give an answer. She quickly turns away and hugs Shinsou harder, “I was just being selfish! I’m fine with how things are.” 

“Are you sure?” Aizawa asks, raising an eyebrow. Seeing him hold Eri, always made his daughter a bit upset. Aizawa was already a busy man, he had many things to do as a pro-hero but he was also a teacher at U.A who rarely came home. Even before Eri came into the picture she didn’t spend a lot of time with her father. Her mother was out of the picture and she would just stay at the house most times until her father came home to receive the attention. It used to be her in those arms everyday...not Eri. 

She understood Eri’s situation and was very nice about sharing all of her things with her. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely when the little amount of attention she got was quickly used for Eri. Because she also possessed a quirk cancelling quirk like her father, she was told to use it on Eri if a problem were to arise. It was the only thing her father asked of her, ever. So she took it very seriously, by never leaving her side and following her everywhere. Even if it meant watching her dad choose Eri over her. 

The little girl nods, “I’m positive!”

Aizawa returns his attention to Eri, scolding her lightly about her behavior earlier. Meanwhile his daughter squeezes harder and harder against Shinsou.

“Shin,” The little girl mumbles.

“Mm?” Shinsou continues to rub light circles on her back.

The girl lets out a small almost inaudible sigh, “I’m glad I can hug you”

This was picked up on Hizashi who sat closer to the pair now, his heart broke at the sight. Shinsou leaned his head on hers and starts to rub her back.

“Of course,” he states.

“I’ll be taking Eri back,” Aizawa says. He looks over to Shinsou and his daughter, “Cmon.”

“They’ll join you later,” Hizashi speaks up with a smile. Aizawa raises his eyebrows in confusion but only nods and leaves the room.

She doesn’t speak again until they could no longer hear Eri’s giggles echoing in the hallway.

“I’m sorry ‘Zashi,” The little girl says.

“Angel you didn’t do anything wrong,” Hizashi quickly reassures.

“I’m selfish,” The little girl snuggles into Shinsou more, relishing his comforting scent and heat.

“Enough of that,” Shinsou grunts.

“It’s true though,” She smiles to herself, “I know Eri didn’t have the love she needed for a long time. Yet here I am...wanting to take her away from Dad. I’m supposed to look out for her when Dad can’t and I’m jealous. She deserves that spot, while I don’t. It’s weird not running into his arms,” her voice cracks as tears pool in her eyes, “I’m being childish for wanting to be in his arms. It’s not my turn yet, I’ve had his love for years and now it’s time for me to let Eri have it. I know this yet I— I can’t stop wanting to be the first one he says ‘I’m home’ to. I can’t stop wanting to run to him when he comes home like I used to,” she whimpers, “I...I cant stop myself from wanting him to hold me when I have a nightmare. I have them so often yknow? I wake up to crawl into his arms and yet they’re already full.”

“Oh baby,” Hizashi frowns, “you know he would drop everything for you right?”

“He’s a busy man,” she cries, “I-I can’t trouble him, I already do that by existing.”

The room goes into silence once more, Shinsou and Hizashi look at each other, not knowing what to say. Shinsou holds her tighter, allowing her to squeeze him harder in return.

“You know he loves you,” Shinsou whispers to her.

“It’s not my turn for his love,” she chuckles, trying to wipe her tears away.

“Don’t say that baby,” Hizashi says softly.

“I’ve calculated the outcome already! Eri and Dad grow close and sooner or later he doesn’t need me anymore,” she squeezes Shinsou’s shirt, “and then Eri will be happy! She’ll have all the love in the world.”

Hizashi turns to the door, Aizawa leans against the doorpost, arms crossed. His face held a very serious expression as he processed his daughters words.

“If you could ask your dad anything,” Hizashi says glancing back to her, “what would it be?”

The little girl lifts her head slightly, “I want him to..love me?”

As soon as she was done, she was taken out of Shinsou’s lap. Aizawa held her tightly, pushing her head on his shoulder, “I’m taking her now.”

“W-Wait,” the girl starts to panic, squirming around in her dads arms, “I’m sorry!”

“Enough,” Aizawa snaps. He carries her to a secluded part of one of the hallways and sets her down. Staring at her puffy eyes he gently smiles, “I love you.”

The girl shakes her head, “What about Eri? Where is she?”

Aizawa leans down to match her height, “She’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t you be with—”

She was cut off by Aizawa pulling her into his chest, “I love you,” he squeezes her, “I love you more than the world, more than my job, more than my students...I love you more than anything.”

“H-Huh?” The girl freezes.

“I’m sorry,” Aizawa kisses the top of her head, “I’m sorry I didn’t see your pain baby, I should have known better.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” The little girl mumbles.

“You don’t have to be so strong by yourself,” He pulls her away to smile at her, “You can always call for me and I’ll come running,” Aizawa liters her face in quick kisses, “no matter what I’m doing...I’ll come running”

The girl wipes her face, “you’re being weird.”

“Oh? I thought you wanted my attention,” Aizawa smirks before repeating the action, “I. Love. You.” He said between each kiss.

“Ew,” the girl giggles, “Your chin is scratching me.”

“I have to let you know that I love you!” Aizawa grins.

“Okay okay I get it,” the girl hugs Aizawa, “I missed you.”

Aizawa hums, “I’ve missed you too baby.”

. . . 

Eri and The little girl stare at the 1-A door, Mirio was right behind them, silently encouraging them to open the door. 

“I promise he won’t be mad,” Mirio says placing his hand on the little girl. 

Eri slams open the door and runs up to Aizawa who was about to hand out packets, “Eri’s here!” 

Aizawa looks over to Mirio, “I can’t keep having my class-” 

He stops talking when he notices his daughter wearing a miniature version of his hero costume, she slowly took a couple steps into the classroom and stared at him. 

“Oh my god,” Kirishima squeals. 

“Wait who is that-” Izuku whips out his journal. 

“D-Da-Daddy!” The little girl spits out, covering her face in embarrassment.

“DADDY?!” The class shouts. The little girl jumps and quickly hides behind the large desk. 

“Say it!” Mirio grins. The little girl slowly comes out of her hiding spot and faces her dad again, he hasn't moved from his spot, still in shock from what he is seeing his daughter wear. 

“I-If you’re g-g-gonna become a hero! Y-you don’t have time for such l-leisurely events!” She points to him. 

Aizawa’s face cracks into a smile (which terrifies the class) and swoops to pick his daughter up, “Who dressed you so cute hm?”

“I was told by ‘Zashi that you would like it,” the girl beams.

“I never knew Aizawa had a kid,” Izuku mumbles writing things down.

“She will totally be one sexy babe in 10 years,” Mineta giggles.

Sadly, Mineta was strug up in the classroom by Aizawa.

Left alone until the next day.

[keigoslego]

Dadzawa lmao

Some dadzawa basically Aizawa’s wife is pregnant and she wants to surprise him at wOrK

Warnings: fluff and cringe 

 “Seriously you need to rest,” Aizawa gently pushes you back down on the couch. 

You stare at your husband with a pout, “I’ve been ‘resting’ for the past like million years ‘Shou.” 

Aizawa chuckles and slips on his shoes. He places a kiss on your forehead before opening the front door, “If you say so.” 

Ever since you told him the news he’s been...over protective to say the least. You could hardly do anything without him over your shoulder, watching you like a hawk. Not to mention while he was out on patrol or doing his teaching duties there was an unspoken rule of staying home. 

But, you were sick of staying home and lounging around all day. You were a pro-hero yourself (even if on maternity leave) you needed to do something-- anything. You slowly stand up, cursing the large belly that made things difficult for you. 

Your plan was to surprise him, and you knew exactly how to do that. 

It took a couple hours to get every ready, from your clothes to your hair. Everything was slower with this child that seemed to eat up the energy from you. 

Going down the stairs was another struggle, your death grip on the rail was the only thing keeping you upright as you slowly made your way down them. It was a nice spring day, not too warm nor cold. It was times like these you weren't a fan of the house the both of you picked. So. Many. Stairs. 

“Nice to see you out and about Mrs. Aizawa,” your neighbor smiled. He was watering the roses that decorated his front lawn. 

You give a short smile back with a wave, “I wanted to surprise Shouta.” 

Your neighbor hums, “I’m sure he’ll be delighted.” 

If it was any other day you would allow yourself to indulge in a light conversation with your neighbor, but today you had a mission. You needed to see the surprised face of your otherwise stoic husband. 

The taxi ride was stuffy, it was always hot for some reason. But your mood lightens up when you saw the large gates of U.A slowly appear. 

“You all will be required to get at least an 85% this time around,” Aizawa sighs tossing the stack of graded tests on his desk, “I understand you all want to be heroes but this is still a school, these marks are unacceptable.” 

“Mr.Aizawa,” Mina calls out. 

“Yes?” 

“You seem distracted,” She pauses trying to pick the right words, “Is there something wrong?” 

Aizawa’s faces falters for a second before he pinches the bridge of his nose with a loud sigh, “I’m fine thank you. Now as I was saying, If one person doesn’t get an 85% or above this next test I will be withholding hero training for a week.” 

“Mr.Aizawa if I may,” Iida coughs, “You keep fumbling with your ring- which you don’t wear the often did you perhaps get into a fight with--” 

“I said I’m fine,” Aizawa looks down to the ring he forgot to put on the chain around his neck. Silently cursing himself. He had an extremely nosy group of teenagers this year. He could practically feel the questions ready to bubble out of them.

“Mr.Aizawa’s Married?” Kaminari asks turning to Iida. 

“The ring is on that finger right? So he must be,” Kirishima speaks up with a grin. 

“Mrs.Aizawa is one lucky woman,” Izuku smiles, pulling out his notebook to write the information down. 

Meanwhile you stare up at the large building, hand resting on your belly. You walk towards the door where Hizashi stands with a grin. 

“My angel is here~” He beams. 

You roll your eyes, “If Shouta heard you...I’m afraid I would be attending your funeral.” 

“It’s no fair,” Hizashi pouts opening the door, “How did my little Shouta grow up so fast?” 

You raise an eyebrow, “Little? That man is not a boy...I mean look at me.” 

“Don’t remind me,” Hizashi fake gags. He leads you to an elevator and ushers your inside. 

“You sure it’s okay to disturb his class like this?” 

“I thought you wanted to surprise him? Don’t tell me you want to do that in the teachers lounge,” Hizashi leans against the elevator wall. 

You shrug your shoulders, “I mean I have a feeling if he see’s me waiting for him he will be more mad than surprised.” 

“Right,” Hizashi agrees, “You’re out of the jail cell he made for you! In the public no less...I’ll never forget him seeing you on the street.” 

“He was pissed,” You laugh at the memory. It was a nice enough day to go and get some ice-cream, so you did exactly that. Walking down the busy streets was hard, but when you’re pregnant people seem to mind you. You were able to buy the ice-cream without any issues...until you saw you’re husband doing some patrols across the street. When he saw you  he seemed to teleport over to you and quickly started to scold you, his hand resting protectively against your belly before taking you home only to scold you again.

“Ah,” Hizashi grips your shoulders when the elevator comes to a stop, “Don’t want you to fall now.” 

“Ugh not you too,” You sigh brushing his hands off. 

“He would kill me if you hurt yourself!” Hizashi hisses. As you got closer to the classroom you could start hearing the muffled voice of your husband. 

“Like I stated before,” He groans, “My personal life is none of your concern.” 

“But Mr.Aizawa how could you be a good husband if you teach and do patrols at night? When do you have time--” 

“Thats enough Kaminari,” Aizawa snaps. 

“I’m just saying this on the behalf of Mrs.Aizawa! She must be so lonely without you,” Kaminari rambles. 

You and Hizashi have to stop yourselves from laughing too loud. Placing your hand on the door you open it slightly to peak in. Some of the students notice and only give questioning looks. 

“I will--” Aizawa looks over to the door and his eyes widen when he sees you walk in, Hizashi following you. 

“Ah it’s Mrs.Aizawa,” Iida states. 

“Shouta!” You beam. You waddle over to pull your frozen husband into a hug. He looks down at you and then up at Hizashi who smirks. 

“I mean she texted me to meet her at the doors,” Hizashi laughs, “Who am I to tell her no.” 

“What--” You make the man falter once more by placing a quick kiss to his cheek. Giggling at the shocked expression. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” You pull back to give him a smile, “and It worked.” 

Aizawa narrows his eyes, “So what you’re telling me that you left the house when you know you could get hurt,” he places his hand on your shoulder, “just so that you could...surprise me is that right?” 

“I was sick of staring at the same thing all day,” you pout. His eyes searches your own, reading your expression as you slowly crumble in front of him. 

Aizawa leans down to your ear in a low whisper, “Should I just lock you up hm? Change every lock in the house so you can’t go anywhere without my permission?” 

Jiro nearly falls out of her chair at the statement which she just heard, her face a bright red. She makes eye contact with Hizashi who only shrugs. 

“Wait isn’t she pregnant,” Mineta whispers to the class. 

“If she’s pregnant that means--” Kaminari follows. 

“Mr.Aizawa had s-s-se-” 

“Mineta no!” The class yells. 

You look over to the class, various students a deep shade a red while some are trying to break up a fight between Bakugou and Mineta. Aizawa only sighs, his arm wrapped against your waist protectively. 

[keigoslego]

Aizawa x Hizashi :>

Ship:Aizawa x Mic 

Warnings: Smoking, smut (hand job), uh idk I was just like “Lemme write about Aizawa” 

First time writing smut uwaa sorry if it’s weird ;; 

Aizawa exhales the smoke slowly, watching the busy street beneath him. The ash from the cigarette falls into the tray with each tap. His raven hair was pulled up into a messy bun allowing the chilly wind to graze his neck. He raises the cigarette to his lips again and takes a longer drag than before. The smoke invading his lungs with a slow burn. 

“Such a bad habit,” Hizashi chuckles. He wraps his arm lazily around Aizawa’s waist. Aizawa smirks as Hizashi takes the cigarette from his hand and takes a drag. 

“Yet here you are,” Aizawa hums, enjoying the way his boyfriend exhales without breaking eye contact. 

Hizashi passes the cigarette back to Aizawa and wraps his other arm around him, “I quit such a long time ago! You should too, it’s bad for your health.” 

Hizashi’s voice was raspy, causing a familiar heat to slowly fill Aizawa. He snuffs the cigarette and turns his body to face Hizashi. He hated how his voice had such an effect on him. Just like putty he would melt immediately if Hizashi were to tell him to. The two stare at each other for a moment, before Aizawa leans in and kisses him. 

It was slow, lazy even. Their mouths barely moving unlike past occasions. Aizawa drapes his arms around Hizashi and leans in, wanting more. Hizashi pushes Aizawa to the wall, tilting the erasure hero’s head back to deepen the kiss. The coldness of Hizashi’s tongue piecing only excited Aizawa more, causing a slight whimper to escape him. 

Hizashi pulls away, “Let’s go inside hm?” 

Aizawa could only nod. 

When the porch door was shut, the two of them were on another once more. Hizashi lead Aizawa to the couch, pushing him down with a smile. Aizawa was panting, his eyes glazed over with lust. Hizashi’s finger traces up Aizawa’s torso. Each touch causing Aizawa to flinch. 

“Zashi’,” Aizawa pants out. Hizashi lets out a low chuckle and lifts the loose fitting tank top. Bringing his mouth to his nipples he lets his tongue swirl around on one while his hand pinches the other. Aizawa arches his back, soft moans leave his lips. 

Hizashi bites down and tugs, which earned him a loud moan from the trembling hero beneath him. He looks up to see Aizawa, his cheeks flushed and his bottom lip was puffy from the hero biting down on it, “You’re so sensitive Aizawa,” He speaks in a low tone. 

“I--” Aizawa gasps, Hizashi palmed Aizawa slowly. Squeezing up and down his length before returning to bite at his nipples. 

“You’re so wet and I barely touched you,” Hizashi fingers dip into Aizawa’s sweatpants. His nimble fingers wrap around Aizawa’s cock and he slowly starts to pump, “does it feel good when I touch you like this?” 

“Y-Yes,” Aizawa moans, throwing his head back onto the couch. Hizashi hums as he pulls the rest of the pants off. Leaving Aizawa bare, his body was trembling with arousal. His cock dripping in pre-cum, while his nipples were puffed out from earlier.

Letting out a low whistle Hizashi resumes his hands, “why are you so turned on right now?” 

Aizawa’s mind was clouded with white hot pleasure with each movement Hizashi made. His eyes were hooded, lazily staring at Hizashi who has a grin plastered on his face, “Zashi’,” Aizawa squeaks when Hizashi gives a hard tug. He starts to speed up, watching the normal stoic hero crumble with pleasure was something Hizashi loved seeing. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Hizashi places one hand on the head, grinding it down harshly. Aizawa screams out, lifting his hips to the touch which was pushed down with Hizashi’s other hand, “you like that hm?” 

Hizashi spits on his hands, making everything slippery. He grinds his hands down on the tip again, moving his other hand to pump slowly. He twists it slightly with each pull, “Hiz-,” Aizawa chokes out, “a-ashi,” he whimpers. 

“I hear you baby,” Hizashi mumbles. 

The pleasure builds up in Aizawa, he bucks up Hizashi’s touch again, “I ‘wanna cum--” He sobs, “I--” 

“Let me see you baby,” Hizashi pumps harder, “go on.” 

[keigoslego]

Addiction

Ship: DabixHawks (surprise surprise)

Summery: This is just me writing about Dabi getting Hawks addicted to smoking lmao cause like I’ve said before I CANT FIND ENOUGH FICS ABOUT THIS so here we go 

there is like no plot- I dont have the talent for that lmao

Warnings: Smoking/ mentions of other drugs 

“That can’t be good for you,” Hawks said glancing at Dabi who blows smoke rings on the coffee table. Hawks wasn’t one for partaking in smoking addictive chemicals like nicotine but his boyfriend enjoyed it quite a bit. Even before they started dating Dabi was already smoking daily, almost a pack a day if he was bored.

Tapping the ashes into the tray Dabi shrugs, “I’m here for a good time not a long time.”

“How are your lungs not,” Hawk pauses watching Dabi inhale the cigarette once again, “How are they still working?” 

Dabi laughs, this time blowing the smoke into Hawks face which caused Hawks to cough; glaring at Dabi he stands up and opens the two large windows in the living room. Dabi smiles and opens the carton and pulls one out, “Wanna try?”

Hawks looks at Dabi and rolls his eyes, “Dude you can’t be serious?” 

Dabi waves the unlit cig in his hand, raising an eyebrow he blows more smoke in Hawks direction, “You don’t want to try?”

“I don’t want to become controlled by something stupid! Plus I’m a hero, I have to keep up an image,” Hawks rambles. Dabi hums and smothers his cig on the ashtray and sits on the leather couch. He lightly pats the cushion next to him with a smile. 

“Is that all you’re worried about? I mean I won’t force you if you don’t want to but trying it once won’t hurt anyone,” Dabi states twirling it between his fingers. 

Hawk bites his lower lip and stares at his boyfriend, “what if I become addicted to it? I’ll end up smelling bad and--” 

“Oh my god,” Dabi sighs, “just come over here and sit down.”

Hawks reluctantly came over to the couch and sat down. He wanted to try just once to say he’s done it, he really did! But the last thing he wanted was to have something else control him, “I don’t know about this,” Hawks says. 

“Oi,” Dabi grins, “like I said you don’t have to this if you’re that freaked out about it. Although, you’ve done worse.” 

He was right, Dabi has introduced many things into Hawks life, he’s been high before and even gone on trips. Trying something like this shouldn’t be a big deal. Hawks nods, “You’re right, I’ll try it.” 

“Perfect,” Dabi scoots closer to Hawks and hands the cig over, “just act like it’s a blunt.” 

Hawks lifts it up to his mouth and Dabi snaps his fingers to light it. Hawks inhales slowly, allowing the smoke to invade his body. The burning sensation wasn’t as strong as it was when he would smoke a blunt. He exhales the smoke and looks over to Dabi who takes the cigarette from his hands and puts it to his own lips. Hawks blinks a couple times, there was this nice fuzzy feeling radiating throughout him. 

“Wasn’t so bad, hm?” Dabi says flicking some ash into the tray, looking back to Hawks who just stares at the cigarette in his hand, “Do you want some more?” 

“I- I don’t know,” Hawks mumbles. 

“Here, you can have some more. It felt good right?” Dabi says placing the cig in Hawks mouth; Hawks inhales once again, unsure of what to feel himself. He did feel good yes, but he didn’t want to be controlled by some paper stick. 

Dabi watches in amusement has his boyfriend finishes the rest of it, he knew that he could get Hawks to try anything after he convinced him to try other harder drugs before. He knew it was wrong to peer pressure but, it was so fun watching this pro-hero fall slowly into everything he fought against. 

“That was’t as bad as I thought it was,” Hawks states crushing it on the tray. He wasn’t expecting to smoke all of it but he couldn’t stop himself, but that didn’t mean he was addicted. It couldn’t be, he was just finishing what was given to him. 

“Right? I don’t know why you made it such a big deal, and look you feel good right now don’t you? You like the fuzzy feeling, I know you do,” Dabi says.

“I feel more...relaxed?” 

Dabi hums in approval and stands up, “Glad you enjoyed it.” 

A week passes and Hawks finds himself at his boyfriends house once again. They didn’t see each other everyday due to hero and villain business, but found time to hangout occasionally. Hawks was a bit disappointed after the fuzzy feeling left him that day but he refused to ask for another one just feel it once again. Dabi however, knew he was going to ask for more sometime soon. Hawks was a sucker for anything that made him feel good. Just like Dabi was, although, Hawks was used to doing everything legally. Drinking until he felt that familiar buzz he loved, having casual sex with anybody just to feel good. Dabi opened the doors to uncharted territory.  Hawks was hesitant at first when he would see Dabi bring out small pills or random powder in a bag for Hawks to try but after awhile he would try it, his excuse being ‘I just want to say I’ve done it’. 

Dabi was standing on the porch looking down at the busy street while smoking away his stress as usual. For Dabi, most of his fun came from watching his boyfriend do things he used to swear about but because of recent events he hasn’t been able to slowly coax an addiction into Hawks like he wanted. 

“Why are you standing out here? It’s chilly,” Hawks says stepping out onto the porch. Dabi turns to Hawks and grins, motioning him over. 

“Just people watching, I mean because of the shit that Toga pulled earlier today we are forced back to staying low for awhile so this is the most I can do,” Dabi sighs flicking some of the ash over the edge. Hawks glances at the cigarette in Dabi’s hand. The sudden wanting has him confused, he wanted to have that feeling again but if he smoked again would that make him addicted? He wasn’t relying on it to focus or anything so technically he wasn’t addicted. Right? 

Dabi notices the quick glances to the cig and he brings it up to his lips slowly, watching as Hawk’s eyes followed. As he inhales the smoke, the familiar orange embers light up and he leans forward to blow the smoke in Hawks face. 

Hawks coughs, waving his hand around to blow the smoke away, “Can you not blow that shit in my face?” 

He refused to admit that the wanting grew larger because of what Dabi just did. 

“Whoops,” Dabi says extinguishing the rest of the cigarette. He notices the hint of disappointment wash over Hawks. It was only for a second though, he perked back up when Dabi opened the carton again to pull another one out. 

“Another one? You just got done with--” 

“What can I say? I’m stressed,” Dabi says lighting it up he looks over to Hawks and holds out his hand, “you want some?”

Hawks mind was practically screaming at him to take it right now, he wanted to fuzzy feeling back. He pushed his urges down and takes the cigarette out of Dabi’s hand, “I’ll have a little...” 

Dabi has to hide the smile creeping onto his face when he sees Hawks physically relax once he takes the smoke in. Hawks almost welcomes the slight burning feeling he feels once the smoke hits the back of his throat. Once he exhales he quickly passes the cigarette back to Dabi who tilts his head. 

“You don’t want anymore? You sure?” 

Hawks nods quickly and stares at the street below them, he felt the fuzzy feeling but it was only for a quick second. He wanted more. But, he didn’t want to give into his urges, “Y-yeah I’m fine...I don’t want anymore.” 

“I want to try something,” Dabi says. He brings it up to his lips and inhales deeply, allowing a large amount into his mouth. 

“What are you--” 

Dabi quickly blows the smoke into Hawks mouth, Hawks gasps when Dabi pushes him against the patio wall allowing some of the smoke to seep its way to his lungs. Dabi returns to his spot on the rail and smiles at Hawks who has smoke swirling out of his mouth, “I always wanted to try that with you, are you mad?” 

Hawks shakes his head slowly, “I’m not mad.” 

Dabi reaches out his hand once again, “Finish this.” 

“I-” 

“Don’t worry it’s not that big of a deal remember? You wont become addicted over something so small,” Dabi says. Hawks slowly grabs it out of his hand and Dabi nods in encouragement, “Go on...I know you want to.”

When the smoke invades Hawks mouth once again he could barely feel the burning sensation. He looks over to Dabi who just smiles, taking out yet another cigarette from the pack. 

Hawks exhales, he could feel the fuzzy feeling slowly creeping back to him, “Why are you taking out another one?” 

Dabi shrugs, “I wanted to smoke with you.” 

Dabi could hardly hide his excitement, he almost has Hawks where he wanted him. Hawks loved feeling good...he would have to eventually go with his urges. The two of them stand in silence, the only noise being the people on the street below them. 

. . . 

Hawks really liked the fuzzy feeling whenever he would smoke. Hes only had two cigs but even then, the urge only grew bigger and bigger. So when Dabi came over to his house with one lit in his mouth he could hardly contain his excitement. By now Dabi knew that Hawks was already at his limit, he purposely avoided him for a couple days. Knowing that Hawks wouldn't dare to go buy some himself because of his image.  

“Dabi.” Hawks says his leg bouncing up and down. 

“Yes?” Dabi walks over and sets his ashtray on the coffee table. 

Hawks bit his lip and and kept glancing at the ashtray, “Can I have some?” 

Dabi smirks, “Of course you can.” 

Dabi opens his pack handing the entire thing over, Hawks looks down and takes one out. Twirling it around before looking back to Dabi who has a lighter in his hand, he hands it over and leans back on the couch. Watching Hawks flick the lighter and lighting the cigarette on his own. 

Hawks felt everything wash away once the smoke went into his mouth. Although he hated to admit it, he enjoyed the feeling and everything with it. Sadly the fuzzy feeling didn’t hit him as quickly as it used to. He was confused, normally after around four times he would start to feel it. 

He inhales deeply this time, trying to chase the fuzzy feeling which he longed for. The smoke slowly leaves his lips with disappointment when he couldn’t feel it. He taps the ash on the ashtray and brings it to his lips again. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

Hawks kept a steady pace, and sure enough he reached the end of it. He was relaxed sure, but he was just now starting to feel the fuzziness. He could ask for another, but that would be weird considering that he just had one. Dabi notices the troubled look on Hawks face and has to stop himself from laughing. 

Dabi gave Hawks one with less nicotine than normal, same brand just specialized ones for those trying to quit. He was waiting for him to ask for another. So when Hawks turned awkwardly to him, Dabi tried hard to hide his smile. 

“What is it?” Dabi asks. 

“Is it...okay if I have another one?” 

Dabi opened the other pack, he always carried three on him. Each pack having different levels of nicotine depending on how he wanted it. He opened the pack that he knew contained the most. With this, he will be hooked beyond his imagination. 

“Did that one not do it for you?” Dabi asks handing him the other one. 

“I mean I’m relaxed,” Hawks pauses before sighing, “I just didn’t feel that fuzziness like I normally do. This doesn’t mean I’m addicted though! I just wanted to feel it.” 

“Of course. You just like the feeling...doesn’t mean that you’re addicted, now go on. I’m sure you will feel something if you have that one,” Dabi lights this one for Hawks. Seeing this pro-hero at the mercy of a simple cigarette had Dabi on cloud nine.

When Hawks inhaled this time, he was immediately hit with the fuzziness he’s been longing for all this time. He could hardly keep the smile off of his face as he leaned back and exhaled toward to ceiling, “This one is so much better.”

“I could give it to you if you want. I have plenty at home,” Dabi offered watching Hawks inhale once again. 

The fuzzy feeling with this one cig was hard, it wouldn’t leave him as fast as the other times. He exhales slowly and nods, “Can I?” 

“Of course, you can keep the lighter too. I’ll bring over a new pack whenever you want. Or you could just buy them yourself,” Dabi says setting the pack on the coffee table. 

“I’m not addicted right?” Hawks asks taking in more smoke. 

“You just like the feeling don’t you? Doesn’t mean that you’re addicted,” Dabi reassures Hawks. 

“Yeah...I just like the feeling that’s all!” 

[keigoslego]

Light It Up

Ship: DabiHawks

Warnings: Smoking of the ouid C:

Agh I just find FICTIONAL characters smoking to be very attractive for some reason? Like irl it’s not for me but it seems like I've read every fic that has some description of smoking lmaaao so I’m gonna use my POOR skills and just throw this here

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Keigo’s face twists in disgust as he opens the door to his boyfriend of six months studio apartment. On the floor in the living room sits Touya rolling a blunt. Keigo covers his nose and coughs, “Why is it always 0 or 100 with you?” 

Touya hums in response; he stands up and walks over to Keigo. With a smile he puts the blunt on Keigo’s lips, “I know you want it you pro-hero bastard,” he mumbles. 

“It’s not like you to share like this,” Keigo raises an eyebrow, keeping his mouth slightly ajar he takes the blunt with his hand, “light it up.” 

Touya rolls his eyes and flicks his fingers, creating the small blue flame, he lights the end of it and watches intensely as Keigo inhales deeply. The smoke invades Keigo’s body, leaving the familiar burning sensation on the back of his throat when he exhaled. Putting the blunt up to Touya’s lips he smirks. 

“You know this is illegal right? I could take you in right now,” Keigo says as Touya inhales. 

Touya taps Keigo’s lips twice before leaning in and blowing the smoke into his mouth slowly, making sure he touches his bottom lip slightly, “but you wont,” he sighs. 

“Thats cheating,” Keigo laughs taking another hit, “this is kind of weak though.”

“I mean it’s just the first blunt of the billion that I've been rolling all day,” Touya says walking over to the couch. Keigo follows while inhaling again, trying to get the most of it while it lasts. He sits on the leather couch and stares at the neat pyramid of blunts laid on the table.

“You must’ve been bored” Keigo laughs. Touya rolls his eyes as he takes the bong off the table. 

“I mean with everyone laying low I have nothing else to do plus,” He lights the bowl and Keigo watches the bubbles float to the top as Touya inhales deeply. He sets the bong back down on the table, making eye contact with Keigo he exhales, “this is fun don’t you think?” 

Keigo flicks the roach onto the table and picks up another blunt, “It’s only fun if I actually get high,” he sighs. 

“Getting cocky? Lets make a bet.” Touya says picking up his own blunt. 

“What are you thinking? My burnt chicken wing~” Keigo says.

“Whoever gets high first has to be on the bottom.” Touya leans back and smiles. 

“Seeing as we both have what seems to be the highest tolerances in the world this could be fun...sure why not.” Keigo leans forward to pick up one of the lighters off the coffee table. 

“It’s a deal then.”