#I’m not even in a shota mood

[tfpriests]

Shota legs would wake me up from a coma

[ktjislove1119]

SUMMER

pairings : jongseob (p1h) x male reader

warnings : none, but like really pathetic pining and oblivious men not knowing how to act around their crushes (shota is sick and tired of yall)

rating : fluff :D

requested? : yesyesyes!!! thank u 🩵 anon, i don't think you were expecting a full fledged fanfic as a response to your request LMAO so do send in another one if you want a more simple headcanon version of this, i just couldnt help but go a lil crazy LMAO

a/n : strangers to friends to lovers, one of my favorite tropes. jongseob is definitely giving loser pining nerd in this one, but its ok bc hes so cute + this wasn't meant to be this long, but i couldnt help but go a little crazy + i highly suggest listening to the song while reading because it really sets the mood imo (summer by brockhampton)+ i had that ^ seob in mind while writing this btw hes just so heart eyes emoji in that video and i think light brown rlly suits him and gives off the strongest boyfriend vibes

wc : 6.5k+

"in the heat of the summer. yeah, yeah, oh, you know that you should be my boy. oh yes, you know. in the heat of the summer, you're so different from the rest."

jongseob didn’t expect himself to be the type to develop a crush on a first meeting, or more like first glance. but here he was: purposely keeping his head down to not draw too much attention to himself as you walked by him. he was looking down at his phone, swiping in random directions, even looking at the weather app and pretending as if that were interesting. it was really pathetic how shy he became whenever you were near, but that’s just you made him react — so it really wasn’t his fault…

“you’re kim jongseob, right?”

he flinched at your voice, not expecting to hear it call his name out of nowhere. locking his phone, and hoping you didn’t see him stare at the weather for the week, he looked up at you and nodded his head. his mouth went dry and he cleared his throat as an effort to make sure his voice didn’t crack when he spoke to you.

“the teacher told me to find you and let you know i’ll be the one tutoring you for math,” you take the empty seat next to him, pulling out your phone and holding it out to him, “we should exchange contact information so we can talk about when to meet up and what works best for our schedules,”

okay, hold on. everything was moving wayyyy too fast and jongseob still hasn’t blinked once since you started talking to him. it was as if his consciousness left his body. he forced himself to blink and then finally opened his mouth to talk. but you had cut him off, by accident.

“sorry, my name is [name], it’s nice to meet you,”

instinctively, he had bowed his head down and you mimicked the action.

“nice to meet you, i’m jongseob,”

”i know,” a kind smile on your lips almost sent him into a hyperventilating state.

your first meeting with each other ended with him saving your contact in his phone and vice versa, then you departing soon after as you had to go to your own class. that day, shota was wondering why jongseob was so latched onto his phone and staring at it with a blank look on his face.

— in the beginning phases of his crush, jongseob acts really, really reserved and shy. it’s almost as if he doesn’t even want to associate with you with how standoffish he is, but it’s just because he’s eternally scared of embarrassing himself in front of you. in the beginning, he tried brushing off how serious his crush was, thinking it was going to be passing. but when he realized that every night before bed he’d think of you, he knew he was in too deep at that point. it makes him so frustrated that he lets his mind be so filled of you and only you, especially because before you were assigned as his tutor, you’d never even properly spoken to one another. but hopefully now that you two will be forced to talk to one another, jongseob’s skittish and introverted behavior could change a little more…hopefully.

the two of you were sitting in the library, snacks and drinks surrounding you as the two of you were staring at the textbook on the table.

“so, what do you think you struggle with the most?” you kindly asked, pulling out your notebook and pencils from your bag and preparing to start. jongseob blinked at the question, feeling himself blush as he thought of how he struggled with practically everything related to math.

“i think…just everything,” he says honestly, a bashful and embarrassed look on his face. you almost cooed at the cute expression, but stopped yourself.

you didn’t expect jongseob to be so cute. when you had seen him in person the first time, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he wasn’t at all attractive. he had soft features and a cute smile, which was enough to make you interested in him. but seeing his equally soft personality was enough to solidify that initial interest.

lucky you for having the teacher pair the two of you up.

“well, to be honest, i struggled a lot too when i was taking his class before,” you confessed honestly, hoping your words would comfort him a little, “but, it’s mainly the way he teaches it that makes it so confusing. so, i think, i can try re-explaining everything to you in a more simple way and hopefully it works that way? does that sound good to you?”

jongseob quickly nods, finding the tone and sound of your voice a comfort and especially persuasive. you could tell him to jump up on the table and do something incredibly embarrassing and he’d probably do it.

yeah, he was in too deep.

“then, let’s start! i’ll set an alarm for a break in twenty minutes?” he nods his head in understanding, feeling unreasonably determined to not let you and your efforts in teaching him go to waste. so he leans forward, mechanical pencil ready in hand and his notebook open to the first blank page.

as you’re explaining things to him, jongseob already feels as if he’s learning more from you in the first ten minutes than he did from his teacher the past couple of weeks. also, he feels himself growing more comfortable, which is a relief. because before he felt as if his cheeks were turning bright red anytime you looked at him, now it was just the tips of his ears (he hopes…). he was able to properly speak to you and make eye contact without completely stuttering through his sentences.

after the entire two hour session, you walked together to the bus stop. jongseob was only accompanying you since he could easily walk home, but he wasn’t about to make you wait alone. plus, he finally felt himself growing comfortable enough and he didn’t want to leave so soon (even if you had just spent the past two hours together).

“so, what do you like to do outside of school?” you ask, sipping your favorite boxed juice as you waited together.

“music,” he answers quickly, correcting himself soon after with, “i like listening to and writing music,”

you blinked in surprise, not taking him as the type and an impressed look was on your face, “wow, that’s really cool. i wish i had a talent like that. do you share your music on any platforms?” you pulled out your phone, as if you were ready for him to show you, but he shakes his head.

“no, just keep them on my computer…i don’t think i want them out, it’s kind of embarrassing,” he scratches the back of his head, cursing the red blush that was definitely rising up his neck.

”i don’t think it is,” you deny, pouting at his self-deprecation, “confidence is the key, jongseob!” you encourage, hitting his shoulder lightly, “if you ever feel comfortable enough, i’d love to hear it some day,”

he blinks at the offer, wondering how to respond to such an invitation. sharing his music with someone is something he deems really intimate, especially since it’s you — the boy he has a raging crush on. but he doesn’t have to think of his response much longer as your bus pulls up to the stop.

“it was nice getting to know you better, jongseob! i look forward to our next meeting,” you smile, bow your head to him, and then board your bus not looking back at him.

he watches the bus leave, his knees going wobbly as he collapses into a crouching position with his head in his hands.

“i’m screwed,” he mutters to himself, shooting up in a second’s notice and running his hand through his hair, “he’s so annoying, i’m really screwed,” he calls you annoying only because he knows that on his walk home and all the moments he spends without seeing you, he’ll just be thinking about you.

he’s in too deep, there’s no way he’ll ever recover from this crush.

— after the first couple of meetings, you and jongseob become much more acquainted than a simple “tutor” and “tutee.” you became close friends, so close that you met shota and now often sit with them during lunch breaks or in any free time. whenever there was an open period, you’d stop by jongseob’s classroom and take a seat next to him and fill the rest of your time together with little chats. shota teases him endlessly on how lovesick he has gotten over the past couple of weeks, but jongseob lets it slide — as long as you’re nowhere near to hear it. shota has known of jongseob’s crush on you for the longest time and deep down he’s genuinely happy for his friend that he was making some progress. before, he’d have to bear with watching jongseob longingly stare at you from afar, so seeing the state you and jongseob were in was incredibly comforting to know his best friend was making some sort of progress,

“jongseobie!” your excited voice makes him look up from his phone and instantly smile. the nickname you had coined for him after a couple of tutoring session makes his heart race so very fast. he loves how it sounds, how you comfortably call him, especially when it’s in that excited tone you just used a second ago. “guess what i got!”

“what?” he says in an instant, looking at you with curiosity as you come to a halt in front of him.

“you’re supposed to guess,” you tease, rolling your eyes at him. you step closer as you wait for his response, but after he stays silent as he tries thinking of what it could be, you could barely hold it in anymore. “i got us tickets to that show you wanted to see!”

from behind your back, you pull out two stubs of paper and jongseob feels his jaw drop. he had mentioned it to you in passing, when you were talking about the music you each liked, one of his favorite, lesser known, artists was going to be playing somewhat nearby. he planned on buying the tickets, but the fact you had remembered and done it yourself was enough to get blood rushing to his cheeks.

“you- how- are you serious?” he asks, looking at the paper tickets as if they were god send.

you nod with a proud smile, showing them off, “i got them as a gift because you’ve been doing really well lately — your teacher even pulled me aside earlier this week to compliment me for how well the lessons have been doing, but it’s really been all you. you’re really smart, and a quick learner, jongseob. so i wanted to appreciate your hard efforts with these!” he blushes at your compliment, too flustered to notice that you were also blushing at how obviously you were gassing him up.

“you bought two?” he asks, wondering if this was what he thought it was. maybe you took the initiative and…

“oh, if you wanted to bring a friend, maybe shota. i don’t think concerts are that fun to go to alone, so i wanted to make sure you could bring someone,” you explain, handing the tickets to him.

before he even stops to think, he’s pushing one back into your hands and saying, “come with me, i wanna go with you.” it sounds more definitive than inviting, but you don’t seem to mind as a wide grin stretches across your face.

“really? you want me to come?”

“of course, i really want you to come with me,” he says with utmost certainty, “the only reason i’m doing well is because of you, i want us to go together,”

you smile and accept the ticket, stepping forward to loop your arm with his, “what should we wear then? tell me, what’s the artist’s vibe,”

jongseob, trying not to hyperfocus on the close contact, replies with a shaky voice, “i’m sure you’d look cool in anything,” he compliments, “don’t think too much about it!”

“but i wanna fit in with the crowd! hey, recommend me some songs so i can understand them more,” you insist, making jongseob pull out his phone to scroll through his playlist. you watch eager, leaning against his shoulder and at his phone screen as he searches. he tries to ignore how close you are and hopes you don’t see the way his hand shakes from the nerves.

what he doesn’t know is that you’re also sneaking looks at him with a smile on your face, basking in the affection you had managed to steal from him. it was flattering to know that jongseob wanted you to come as his “plus one”, but you tried not thinking too deep into it…trying to stop yourself from thinking it was anything like a date. because it wasn’t.

even if you both wished it was.

“here, i’ll send you my playlist,” he says, showing you his spotify on the screen and waiting for your approval. when you hum in response, he copies the link and goes to your messages.

“wait, what’s my contact name on your phone? have you changed it since i put it in?” you ask curiously, seeing something added to the end of your name, like an emoji, that definitely wasn’t there before.

jongseob blinks in stupor before realizing what you were referring to. he hurriedly locks his phone and turns it face down to hide it from you, laughing to play it off.

“what? why? why? what’s my name on your phone?” you tease, trying to reach for it, despite not knowing if he had a passcode or not.

“it’s nothing, it’s nothing,” he says, trying to distract you from that topic of conversation and goes back to the artist you two were going to see, “just make sure you listen to the playlist-”

“but i want to know what my contact is on your phone!” you cut him, laughing as you begin play fighting for the device.

“well, your bus is here so you won’t get to know, sorry,” he says, unfortunately speaking the truth as the familiar bus pulled up to the curb.

“i won’t forget this, jongseobie,” you say in a mock threatening voice, squinting your eyes at him, “you’re gonna show me it tomorrow!!”

“bye, bye, [name]!” he calls out, happily waving to you as the bus takes off in the opposite direction of the school.

he looks down at his phone and unlocking it to show the link of his spotify playlist that was sitting in the textbox, waiting to be sent. he looks up at the top of his screen, smiling softly at the contact name and photo he had saved for you. it was a selfie you had taken on his phone during one of your recent study sessions, showing an incredibly tired 0.5 angle of you, with his head resting on the table being seen in the background. when he was scrolling through his camera roll, he had seen it and immediately made it your profile picture. it was cute to imagine you sneakily taking his phone while he was dozed off, snapping the picture, then setting it back to its original spot.

the words underneath your photo reading as “handsome tutor 𖹭.”

jongseob would have collapsed in embarrassment if you had seen that. he sighed, hit send on the text, and locked his phone to put away in his pocket. he walked home with a smile on his face, thinking about you and the concert you two were going to together.

—

“so it’s a date?” shota asks him, chilling in his seat as jongseob explains to him everything that had went down.

“it’s not a date, shh,” jongseob says, putting his finger to his lips and glaring at shota for saying such a thing so loud.

“it sounds like a date, jongseob,” shota deadpans, not looking impressed, “you two need to get it together, the tension between you two is so suffocating,” the man shivers as if to physically show how unbearable the “tension” was, but jongseob doesn’t pay that any mind.

“it’s not a date because if it were, he would’ve said it was, but it’s not because he didn’t say that,” jongseob quickly explains, wanting to put that discussion to rest.

“okay, then it isn’t a date,” shota forfeits, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s antics.

“yeah, it isn’t…” the man confirms once more, “besides, i don’t even know if he even likes men — have we ever thought about that? he probably just thinks we are good friends, which i can settle for and is the most realistic thing, but still i wish i knew for sure! it kind of sucks not knowing if i even had a chance, y’know?”

“had a chance with who?”

jongseob freezes and shota sputters out a suffocated laugh at the timing.

you were standing right behind him and he didn’t know for how long you were, but he does wish that the ground would swallow him up whole right now.

“earth to jongseobie? hello?” you wave your hand in front of his frozen face, laughing slightly at his expression, “what’s up with him, shota?”

“i don’t know, he’s a weird guy,” the man answers with a shrug, making you laugh at the irony before taking a seat next to him.

“well, anyway! i listened to the playlist you sent me, let me show you some outfit ideas i have for us,”

“us?” jongseob echoes, wondering if he heard right.

”yeah, if we’re going together we might as well should match, right?”

shota looks at the two of you, completely worn out from how oblivious jongseob was and how shamelessly forward you were (whether you were aware of it or not was unknown to shota).

“right, right,” jongseob agrees, leaning in towards you and your phone screen.

“i think you have good style to begin with, so i tried finding something that would suit it. you’re handsome anyway, so anything you wear you’ll be able to pull off,” you ruffle his hair as you compliment him, successfully making him go red in the face.

shota once again wishes his best friend would open his eyes and end this tantalizing process already, hoping you two would just date already.

—

it was the night of the show and you and jongseob agreed to meet at a halfway point. the venue was a little far away, but nothing a pair of headphone and the bus couldn’t handle. you were currently binge listening to the playlist jongseob had sent you — you had been since he’s sent it to you — and were happily humming along to the song playing. if it weren’t for jongseob, you probably would’ve never discovered this artist, who actually suited your tastes a lot.

at the designated stop, you kept an eye out for him, grinning immediately when you locked eyes with him. his usually straight hair was done to be slightly wavy and that subtle change made your eyes falter and heart skip a couple beats. he really was so handsome. his eyes were wide, looking for you and when he finally caught sight of you, an excited smile broke out onto his face and it was so wide his eyes turned into crescents.

he walked over to you, taking the seat beside you and tried to control his excitement.

”how are you?” he asked first, trying to not stare too hard at your outfit and how good you looked. he was slightly envious, how you looked so good in everything you wore and how you naturally pulled off everything you wore. he also took note of how you both were wearing the same color-toned clothes, subtly matching. that only made him smile even wider.

“i’m excited, how about you?” you’re quick to throw the question back at him, smiling so wide it’s infectious.

“i’m really excited, i’m really happy we’re going together,” he says, nodding his head several times as he takes in this reality. if anyone had told him a couple months that he was going to one of his favorite artist’s concert with you of all people, he would’ve laughed in their face. this was all almost completely unbelievable.

“you brought your camera?” you said, motioning to the film camera that was strapped around his body.

“oh, yeah,” he takes it up into his hands, bringing the viewfinder up to his eyes and quickly snapping a photo of you. obviously, after the act was already done, you began complaining about how you weren’t ready.

“retake it, retake it,” you egged on, pushing him slightly back so it wasn’t so close to your face. he obeyed, leaning backwards and bringing his camera back up to his eye.

you smiled, holding the ticket up to your face and proudly showing it off. he smiled softly at how genuinely excited you looked, bringing the camera down from his face after he got the shot.

“your turn,” you say, gently taking the camera from his hands and bringing it up to your eye. “wait, how does this work?”

he chuckles at your question, moving close to show you how it works, nimble fingers pointing at the different parts of the camera, “here, scroll it to the right,” he says, watching you carefully, “and then when it stops, you can take the picture. just press this one,”

you get the gist, afterwards, looking up from the components of the camera and locking eyes with jongseob. you both didn’t realize how close he was until you looked up, making time freeze for a moment as you just sat there and stared at each other.

his brown bangs were slightly covering his eyes, but you were still able to see him so clearly. he really was so breathtaking…

“ready?” you asked after a couple seconds of silence, making him clear his throat and nod.

you pressed your back against the window of the bus as he leaned a little into the aisle so that he was properly spaced out in the shot. he held up his own ticket, pursuing his lips as he slightly smiled at the camera. the corners of your lips quirked up at his cute expression, taking the picture swiftly.

“it sucks we don’t see them right away though,” you comment, handing the film camera back to him.

“we can still take pictures on our phones,” he comforts, pulling out his own and immediately holding it up for a selfie. smiling at the opportunity, you lean close to his person, practically cuddled up to his side.

and even after reaching levels of comfortability with you that he thought was impossible, being physically close to you still flustered him. he liked it though, obviously. he liked you, so any affection you showed him was welcome in his eyes. which is exactly why he didn’t push you away or shift his torso from you. instead he leaned into your side as well, positioning the camera at multiple different angles for you two.

then you took out your own phone, taking pictures for your own camera roll. the last one you took was a silly 0.5 one that the both of you laughed at after seeing the finished product.

“these are cute,” you comment, scrolling through your own, “send me the ones on your phone!”

“okay, okay,” he complies, going to share them straight from his camera roll and sending them to you a couple seconds later. he doesn’t realize it, but his screen is clearly visible to you, meaning you were finally able to see what the contact name he had for you was.

you blushed heavily seeing it, forcing your head to look away to not be caught, trying to force the smile on your face down. instead, you took a comfortable resting spot on his shoulder, feeling a surge of confidence in your actions due to the revealed contact name.

jongseob’s shoulder stiffened at the bold action, but he tried to calm himself down to not ruin the moment. he looked anywhere else but you, not wanting to be caught blushing a deep red if you were to look at him. he didn’t realize you snuck one more photo in, smiling like a fool at your camera as your head rested on his shoulder.

after about a thirty minute bus ride, you finally were at the stop closest to the venue. you pulled the wired headphones from your ear, jongseob passing you the other pair, and both of you hopped off of the bus to walk to the venue.

you both weren’t particularly keen on getting there super early to be close, so the line wasn’t as long as you thought it would’ve been.

“wait, go ahead,” he says, motioning for you to keep walking without him. and you were going to question why, but then saw that he had his camera in his hand and wanted a shot of you walking to the venue, which had the name of the artist plastered in shining lights above the main entrance way.

he joined you in a couple of seconds, jogging up to your side and excitedly walking up to security to be let in.

you and jongseob were near the back of the pit, but since it was a small place, the view you had of the stage wasn’t that bad.

“this is so cool,” you say, stars in your eyes as you take in the environment. jongseob hums beside you, making sure to stick close to you to not lose you in the crowd. his arm hung loosely off of your shoulder, which made you more inclined to slot yourself into his side.

maybe it was the darker atmosphere and the fact you were in a bigger crowd now, where it was easy to hide away, but the both of you had gotten a boost of confidence in lingering touches.

jongseob didn’t think twice in holding you close to him and you weren’t as secretive in stealing glances his way. he didn’t feel as flustered and embarrassed as he usually did, which made him not think twice in committing to being affectionate with you.

he wishes he was like this all the time. capable of holding eye contact with you without looking away after the first five seconds. capable of looking at your eyes then your lips without feeling himself go red in the face immediately. a couple months deep into this crush of his and sometimes he was still acting like he hasn’t been seeing you everyday, as if he was still just admiring you from afar.

meanwhile, you were loving every second of this. seeing jongseob not hesitate in keeping you close and stare at you, it was infectious.

before you knew it, the main act had came onto the stage and now all of your attention was on them. jongseob’s arm left your shoulder to take a couple of pictures with both his phone and film camera, but he still made sure to be close.

the two of you were singing to your hearts’ content, sometimes breaking out into laughter at how horrid your voices sounded. but you were smiling and laughing together and that was all that mattered. the show went on faster than you both had realized and the singer was now announcing that it would be their final song of the night.

when the first chords played throughout the venue, you instinctively held onto jongseob’s hand and squeezed tight because it was the song you were hoping they were going to play. excitedly you looked at him to see his reaction, wondering if he was waiting for this song as well, but when you turned to him, he was already looking at you.

and you were happy you didn’t have the strength to look away because staring into his eyes as the song played in the background felt as if you were in the middle of a romance movie scene. one of those god awful cheesy scenes where the two love interests have the camera spin around them as they slowly lean in to kiss each other, or some other form of major affection. you almost laughed out loud at the idea of that being you and jongseob. not because it was actually humorous, but because it was so outlandish.

there was no way jongseob liked you back like you liked him.

that contact name on his phone was probably just a coincidence…

you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to look away from his dark eyes, that were pleadingly looking at you, begging for you to do something. the moment your head turned in the other direction, though, jongseob felt a wave of frustration and immense emotion crash down on him.

it wasn’t fair. he wants to kiss you, tell you how badly he’s fallen in love with you. he doesn’t want to keep sneaking glances at you when all he wants to do is stare at you all day long. and with the way the lights are reflecting on you, the fucking song playing in the background, there’s no reasonable way for jongseob to hold himself back.

he’s so frustrated at himself for harboring such strong emotions for you, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

so he finally grows the courage to reach out and gently cup your face and force you to look back at him. he doesn’t give himself, or you, a second to properly react as he leans forward and smashes his lips against yours. it’s dramatic, desperate, and borderline aggressive, but it’s what he’s feeling — all those times he’s had to hold himself back from making you his. it was all released in this one kiss.

it took a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. and when you did, you could feel him beginning to pull away. squeezing your eyes shut to really bask in the moment, you brought your hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, finally kissing him back.

the hand that was once resting on your cheek had now fallen to your waist, bringing you in closer to his person. his fingers were squeezing you so tight, as if he were afraid you’d slip away if his grip loosened even the tiniest bit. you were moving in sync with one another, hungry for that affection you were both restraining from each other before. your arms looped around his neck and you could feel him smile into the kiss at the action. it was infectious because now you were two smiling, kissing fools.

after pulling away, the world around you both was so fuzzy, the song playing being the only thing that you could sense as loud and clear. the both of you were panting from such an intense kiss. his arms were wrapped around your lower half while yours lazily hung off of his shoulders.

“[name], i really, really like you,” he says breathless, “even before you spoke to me, i liked you,” it was shocking to learn how long he had been harboring this crush on you, but you didn’t stop him from going on, “i’ve wanted to kiss you like that for so long,”

a weak bout of laughter was shared between you two and jongseob had to force himself to continue on, “please, give me a chance and be my boyfriend, please,”

you played with the hair at the base of his neck, making him shiver at the sensation while you grinned at him.

“you don’t need to beg for it. i’m already yours, jongseob,” you crash into his chest and he breathes a heavy sigh of relief, holding you tight. the two of you stand like that, rocking back and forth and just taking in the final song — that was now apart of one of your fondest memories.

after it was finished, you both pulled away and shared one more long kiss. it wasn’t as desperate as the first, but you could still feel that longing from him as he eagerly deepened it. the only reason why you two had to pull away was because the rest of the crowd was beginning to move and since you were in the back of the pit, you would’ve been in everyone’s way.

jongseob tightly held your hand as he guided you through the crowd, smiling so wide that his cheeks were hurting. the same could be said for you, too, as you followed him wherever he took you. waiting at the same bus stop wasn’t long and the entire time, you were just staring at each other with permanent smiles on each of your faces.

your hands were still intertwined, even as you sat on the bus.

“so wait, you knew who i was already, and liked me, before i even introduced myself to you?” you asked, grinning on his shoulder as you finally had the quiet environment to ask him about all the details. he blushed at the sudden question, using one hand to hide the bottom of his face.

“do we really have to go through this right now?” he asked, feeling incredibly shy at how close your face was to his (as if you weren’t sucking face a couple minutes ago), especially with that mischievous look in your eyes.

“no, we don’t have to, i just want to hear you talk about it.”

“so, you just want to have your ego boosted?” he teased, playing with your fingers as he smiled in amusement. you clasped your hand around his, chuckling and just resting your head on his shoulder. he leaned on the top of your head, wondering how things worked out so well.

it felt like something out of his dreams.

the man of his dreams was nestled into his side after seeing one of his favorite singers. kissing him during one of his favorite songs, finally making him his boyfriend. jongseob couldn’t help but stare out the window with the widest smile on his face.

taking in his surroundings, he cautiously reached for his film camera on his side. he could tell that halfway through your trip back you had fallen asleep so he wanted to be sure not to wake you as he took the photo. it was cheesy, but he wanted to have something to immortalize this night and the memory of it. he’d never forget it, he knew that for sure, but he wanted a physical token of what has happened and the deep meaning of tonight.

after taking pictures to his heart’s content, he simply leaned his head against yours and waited until you both arrived to your bus stop.

— a couple weeks later

“what do you have there?” you ask, rolling over in bed to look over jongseob’s shoulder.

there was no one home at the moment, so you were being as freely affectionate as you wanted. it had been a couple of weeks since the night of the concert and it has been nothing but perfect since. not only were the two of you finally out of school, making it officially summer (jongseob had passed his math final with flying colors, not to your surprise since he really was so smart).

the window was open, letting in the occasional breeze to cool you two off. but the both of you were laying in your bed, shirtless as you tried basking in as much cold air as possible. jongseob had told you he had something to surprise you with, digging through his bag with his back turned to you.

“i made sure to ask for two copies of each one,” he said, pulling out a thick envelope. your arms were wrapped around his waist, resting flat on his bare stomach and softly stroking up and down. he looked at you with a smile, presenting what was inside with an expectant look on his face.

when you finally realized what it was, you detached yourself from his back in a moment’s notice and took the papers into your hands.

“oh my god, jongseobie,” you gasped, taking in all of the photos your boyfriend had captured on his film camera and looking through them in pure excitement, “wait, i didn’t know you took a picture then,” it was the one of when you were sleeping on his shoulder. you smiled at the memory, fondly looking at your boyfriend and leaning in for a quick peck.

“you’re too handsome i had to,” he compliments, knocking his forehead against yours before pulling away.

“thank you, baby, but so are you — i mean, c’mon, look at you,” you squeeze his cheeks quickly while looking through the rest of the photos of the night. the memories were still vivid in your mind, “i like this one a lot,”

it was before you arrived at the venue, when you were riding the bus there. looking at it on a physical copy now, it was so obvious how deep your affections for each other were. jongseob leaning into your body that was unexplainably close to his, a blush on both of your cheeks, as well as wide grins.

“i love you,” he says quietly, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder several times over before resting his cheek against your warm flesh. you smile at the affection, turning back to face him properly.

it slips off of your tongue so fluently at this point, an easy, “i love you too,” directed to him and only him. and now you’re both smiling at each other like idiots.

— jongseob, who has a crush on you for the longest time and doesn’t know how to act on it. the type to ignore it at first, in hopes of it just dying down so he doesn’t have to worry about it since he already has so much on his plate. but once he realizes he’s in too deep, thinking about you in every passing second, he doesn’t fight against his feelings any longer. he’s content just being aware of them, not seeking for more in fear of rejection or ridicule. but once he knows it’s safe for him to show just how deep his adoration and love for you is, he’ll be as unrestricted as possible in showcasing it to you — eager to show you what he had been withholding.

"in the heat of the summer, you're so different from the rest. you know, you know, you know, oh oh. you know that you should be my boy, oh, yes, you know, oh yes, you know"

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

I’m in an Eraserhead hating mood today, so here’s the Top Five Worst things Eraserhead has done:

1. Dropped a building on his students during an OVA: during a rescue work lesson, this guy decides to drop an entire fucking building on his students as yet another “logical ruse”. His intent was to show how rescue situations are never predictable… but he could’ve killed his students. WTF are Denki and Tooru supposed to do when 100+ tons of concrete fall onto them? Injures during this weren’t light either. Several students had broken limbs, with Tenya’s leg immediately coming to mind. If you wanna teach a lesson on rescue missions being unpredictable, there’s much better ways of doing so.

2. Expel over 120+ students: “but he actually only suspended them for a week” is what die-hard Eraserhead Stans might say. But if it’s meant to be a temporary thing, then why did he put those “expulsions” on their records? In Japan, expulsion and suspension of any kind is essentially a death sentence. It ruins someone’s chances of getting into college or finding a decent job. Eraserhead’s essentially doomed his students to either stay in his class and continue to be heroes or to drop out and risk the chance of not having a good future. Anyone who decides that hero work isn’t for them is doomed if they have Eraserhead as a teacher. It’s not like this man expels students for good reasons either. He expels first years for…being excited and not knowing everything there is to know about being a hero. Maybe actually try teaching them before telling them they have no potential…

3. Dick-ride Katsuki: If Eraserhead is such a logical person like he claims to be, he’d have thrown out Katsuki long ago. Instead he makes excuses for Katsuki’s shitty behavior and constantly praises him while being willing to harp on his other students for the most basic of mistakes.

4. Constantly lie to his students: his “logical ruses” are a stupid concept. Sure, heroes should always keep an eye out for those who are deceptive but he’s their teacher, one of the few people his first year students should trust. There’s a reason why none of them trust him and why the rescue squad didn’t trust him or the other pros to rescue Katsuki. Then he demands that they “earn his trust back” when he didn’t have their trust to begin with.

5. Not even bothering to teach or learn about his students: Shota singling out Izuku for his lack of control showcases that he didn’t read up on any of his students files. He constantly criticizes Izuku for breaking his limbs… but doesn’t even offer any sort of advice for how Izuku could learn to control his quirk. In addition, he constantly sleeps in class, hasn’t done anything about Minoru or Katsuki’s behavior, called the jobs of his fellow colleagues useless, and has personally trained his own mentee while not even lifting a finger for his class.

[cuddlepilefics]

Sweet tooth

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickie: Intak

Caregiver: Taeyang

Prompts: 'Sweet tooth' & 'Wearing each other's clothes' @flufftober

No one’s POV.:

Keeho groaned, doubling over panting as they struck the ending pose. They had been in the practice room all afternoon, working on their dance moves. Though he had thought his stamina to be quite alright, he really struggled to catch his breath right now. This had been their last run-through and Jiung cheered breathlessly at the prospect of being done with their schedule for the day. As Keeho’s eyes wandered through the practice room, checking on all of his members, the leader was relieved that he wasn’t the only one who felt close to dying. Maybe his stamina wasn’t so bad after all. A tired chuckle pulled at his lips as he spotted the two maknaes sprawled out on the floor. They had gone all out during practice and looked like they wouldn’t be getting back up in days. Taeyang was leaning against the wall next to his back, trying to catch his breath as he sipped some water.

Intak plopped down next to Taeyang, resting his back against the wall was he sluggishly dug through his bag to retrieve his water bottle. As the boy greedily gulped down his water, Keeho fetched Shota and Jongseob their bottles too and brought them over to them, encouraging them to drink some as they had been sweating a lot. Jiung stuffed his empty water bottle back into his bag and breathed: “I’m starving! What do you guys wana eat for dinner?” None of them had really eaten much for lunch, afraid of making themselves sick by dancing on a full stomach. “How about McDonald’s?”, Keeho offered, drying his face, “We can stop at the drive-through on our way back. I don’t think anyone’s in the mood to cook.” His idea was met with tired cheers because he was right. They were all ready to drop and cooking sounded far to exhausting, while they felt too sweaty and disgusting to eat out.

Since all of them were starving after so much dancing and only having very little food that day, they ordered a lot. Sure, their meal choice wasn’t the healthiest but they were usually eating healthy and this felt like a great reward for their hard work that day. The member had a hard time waiting till they got home, already wanting to dig in while in the car. Still, they managed to control themselves their excitement overpowering their exhaustion as they hurried from the car to their dorm, rushing to kick off their shoes and get to the dinner table before their food grew completely cold.

Most of the members had similar orders, a burger, fries and some soda. Intak was the odd one out, his sweet tooth showing even more now that he had waited to the point of getting so incredibly hungry. Sure, there had to be a savory part to his meal, so he ordered chicken nuggets and fries but he was mainly focused on the pie and milkshake he had gotten as a dessert. “Don’t give yourself a tummy ache”, Keeho laughed, watching Intak sip his milkshake in between bites of chicken. The younger had originally planned to have separate sweet and savory but he just couldn’t he craved something sweet. To his own surprise, Intak still felt a little hungry after dinner, so while the first members took their turns showering, he contemplated what snack he could have to make sure he wouldn’t go to bed hungry. His sweet tooth was still carving something sugary, so he eventually got himself some cookies. Seeing how contently his dongsaeng dipped his cookies into milk, Jiung didn’t comment on the younger probably overdoing it, though he couldn’t help but wonder how the boy managed to stomach all that food.

Since Intak was still busy satisfying his cravings, he ended up being the last member to take a shower. He winced a bit when he noticed how stuffed his tummy looked as he stepped into the shower. Yeah, he wasn’t proud of his decisions today but everyone had those days, so it would be okay, he told himself. Intak could hear his stomach gurgle, trying to digest the overwhelming amount of food he had just consumed. There was some discomfort and bloating but that was to be expected. He let out a few breathy burps as he dried off and put on his sleep clothes. The other members were already in bed, drained from their intense practice session. Intak sighed when he realized his roommates had already fallen asleep, as he didn’t feel like he could fall asleep quite yet.

As he lay awake scrolling through his phone, Intak felt his stomach cramp up and while the initial cramp eventually faded, a dull ache remained. He ran his palm over his bloated middle and muffled a burp into his pillow. It brought back the taste of his dinner, which all of a sudden wasn’t appealing at all anymore. Hoping that one of the other members was still awake to maybe hang out and distract him from the pain till he could sleep Intak got out of bed. He had to move carefully, slightly bent over to not trigger another cramp. With one arm protectively wrapped around his middle, he made his way over to the other bedroom.

Walking only seemed to upset his stomach further, a sour burp burning his throat as he paused at the door to collect himself. Intak silently opened the door and noted that both of his dongsaengs were deeply asleep. It wasn’t surprising, seeing as they had been completely spent after dance practice. To Intak’s relief though, Taeyang propped himself up on his elbows when he noticed the door open. The oldest had slowly been drifting off but snapped out of it the second he felt someone’s presence. “What’s up?”, he yawned as his dongsaeng approached his bed. Shakily taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, Intak confessed: “My tummy really hurts.” – “Not really surprising”, Taeyang noted, sitting up to take a better look at the younger. “True”, the boy sighed, slipping his hand under his shirt to rub his stomach. The organ gave an angry gurgle, making him wince. Patting Intak’s shoulder, Taeyang whispered: “Do you want medicine? What can I do?” – “I-I don’t know”, the younger whimpered, burying his face in his hands.

“Alright, come on”, Taeyang breathed, getting out of bed, “Let’s go to the living room. Hyung will make you some tea, okay? See if we can get your stomach to settle.” Intak let the older pull him along though he was admittedly still really slow, every step threatening to unsettle his stomach further. While the oldest made his way to the kitchen to start the kettle, Intak collapsed onto the couch and pulled the blanket from the back to cover himself. Miserably curling in on himself, the boy palmed at his sore middle and took shaky breaths to quell the rising queasiness.

When Taeyang joined him, the oldest was carrying a steaming cup of tea and hummed: “How long has your stomach been hurting?” – “It started shortly after I went to bed”, Intak groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, “I know I brought this upon myself. I just didn’t want to be alone.” Sighing, the older took a seat next to him and whispered: “You really have a sweet tooth, don’t you? Here, careful. It’s still hot but it might help your stomach.” – “I-I”, Intak mumbled, muffling a queasy belch against his knuckles, “I don’t know if- if I should put anything in my stomach right now. It’s- it’s so full.” Calmly running his fingers through the younger’s hair, Taeyang sighed: “I bet it is. You can take your time and once you ready just sip it slowly, yeah?” Intak nodded, swallowing thickly as he palms started to sweat. Wiping his clammy hands on the blanket, he sat up and drew a shaky breath. “You okay?”, Taeyang frowned worriedly as he watched the color drain from his dongsaeng’s face.

Clamping both hands over his lips, Intak shot up from the couch and made a dash to the bathroom. He made it just in time for his stomach to violently reject everything he had eaten that evening. Wincing in sympathy, Taeyang knelt down behind the younger and comfortingly patted his back. Sweat trickled down Intak’s temple as he threw up two large waves back to back, weakly gasping for air afterwards. “You’re okay”, the older assured softly, “You’ll feel a lot better once you got that out.” Intak only managed a pained whimper before his throat contracted with another retch. His stomach really wasn’t happy at all, churning painfully under his palm. His eyes watered as he choked up another wave, barely noticing Keeho joining them. The leader had woken up from the commotion and went to check on them. “He’ll be fine”, Taeyang whispered, running his hand up and down Intak’s back, feeling his spine ripple as the boy got sick, “Just really overdid it earlier and gave himself a tummy ache.”

Over the ringing in his ears, Intak couldn’t understand what his hyungs were saying but relaxed when a cool towel was draped over the back of his neck. His body was shaking from the exertion, sweat running down his back. “Thanks”, Taeyang hummed when Keeho returned with Intak’s tea and a bottle of water, “You can really go back to bed. I got him. Two sleep-deprived members are enough.” The leader was hesitant to leave his sick dongsaeng but Taeyang did have a point. It was enough if two of them were exhausted and he did trust the oldest to take good care of their friend. Chewing on his lip as he mulled it over, Keeho eventually sighed: “Alright, you two wake me if you need anything. Feel better, puppy.”

Intak was panting when he finally caught a break. Tearing off some toilet paper, he dabbed at his forehead and wiped his lips. “Gosh, next time please stop me”, he rasped, looking up at Taeyang with red-rimmed eyes, “Now I feel awful and yeah, I learned my lesson.” – “Good thing you did”, the oldest chuckled sympathetically, “Do you think you’re done?” Intak shrugged. His stomach was still in knots but his throat was raw and his head pounded. He did accept his tea though, taking a tiny sip to test his stomach. Taeyang flushed the toilet for him and they just sat for a while, Intak resting his head on his hyung’s shoulder.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”, Taeyang asked quietly, still worried though the younger was slowly sipping his tea as the color returned to his face, “I could rub your tummy and would be close by, so you can wake me if you start feeling worse again.” Nodding tiredly, Intak gave a sad sniffle. He rubbed his eyes and breathed: “I’m sorry for all the trouble, hyung. I should’ve known better.” – “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As long as you acknowledge it and learn, it’s alright”, Taeyang comforted, getting to his feet, “Your shirt is completely sweat through. Do you want to borrow one of mine? You wouldn’t risk waking Keeho and Jiung….” The younger nodded tiredly, struggling to peel the sticky fabric off his skin. His stomach growled when he lifted his arms over his head to have Taeyang help him take it off. Grabbing the damp towel, Intak quickly wiped his neck and chest, glad to feel a little less disgusting.

Like a lost puppy, he followed his hyung to his bedroom and accepted the shirt the older handed him. The soft material felt nice on his sensitive skin and he deeply inhaled the comforting scent of laundry detergent. Taeyang pulled the trashcan up to his bed and went to lay down, patting the space next to him. Shyly crawling under the blanket next to the oldest, Intak tensed up when the other’s hand slipped under his shirt. He released a shaky breath, slowly relaxing as his hyung lightly drew circles over his bloated middle. “Try to get some sleep”, Taeyang whispered as he continued to rub the younger’s tummy, “And don’t hesitate to wake me if you need something.”

[deckofclubs]

‘ you know i’m on first name basis with the cafeteria ladies and the head nurses in this hospital ? you do know that, right ? not even my hero name. my first name ! ‘ hizashi has to use humor to cope as he leans against the hospital room doorway. really, it’s the only way he knows to keep the mood light, and avoid breaking down. it seems like every other month shota’s back here with some life threatening injury. and each time, hizashi’s nerves were shot, but he stayed. he can’t even count the number of hours he sat in those uncomfortable chairs they put in the rooms. 

but he sinks down into one again like he lives here, putting his boots up. ‘ i even snuck some good food and snacks in here for you, if you’re nice. ‘ another joke, of course. shota would be getting the snacks either way. another means he uses to keep his spirits up. ‘ just don’t rat me out. donna will kill me. ‘ 

@resolutepath​

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

His Hope: A My Hero Academia Fanfic Part 1

Aizawa ShotaxWifeOc

I finally got the first chapter done and this took longer than i did think it would, but I am very please about that. I wanted to put a lot time and effort into this. But i can say i very very happy how this looks and I do hope you all enjoy it.

Again thank very much for taking time to read this and enjoy.

Shota was sitting at his desk, the computer was on. He was checking too if the date was and making sure all the homework was graded before calling it a night. He lets out a sigh, and looks his desktop computer to check the time.

It was almost almost midnight, which meant it was pretty good time to stop for the evening. He places his pen down, and leans against back his chain began stretching his arm. 

He rubs the back of his and reached for phone, and checked his messages. Some were from the his students and a few from Hizashi who sent him a few memes here there.

Not really in the mood look at them all and just kept ���scrolling, and stop a at when saw the name Liv.

He stared at the screen for a good while, and open the messages and began to reading her text.

(Text From Liv At 8:23 am)

*I have no idea when I will be home. It has been beyond stressful these past few days. I'm sorry I have been calling or texting as much. I hope I didn't make you worry at all. But I'll be home as soon as I can.*

*I’m so sorry, baby.”

(Text Sent To Liv)

*It’s okay.*

*Miss you too*

(Text From Liv At 1:02 pm)

*I know you're at work or taking a nap, but I'm letting you I'm should be home tonight. Super late most likely. Unless that asshat Endeavor needs me for whatever reason.*

*He's such a jerk! If I could I could dump a bucket of icy cold water all over him!*

*I just wanna to come home and see you. I miss you, I miss our bed. I can't wait come home.*

*Sorry for bothering you, honey. Just needed to vent. Hopeful I'll be able to come home today...* (Text Sent to Liv)

*I understand. You never are a bother*

*don’t throw a ice cold water at Endeavor*

*see u seen*

(Text From Liv at 10:07 pm)

*Hey, it's me. I just want to let you know I should home soon. Not sure what time, just a bit of traffic. See you soon.*

*Love you.*

(Text sent to Liv)

*take you’re time. Be careful and see when when you get home. Love you too*

He lets a long sigh, but smiles at the text. His wife, who was pro hero, was sent out too the Endeavor agency too help out with villain active that was getting a bit out hand for the past few weeks.

Shota knew that Olivia was a strong and capable hero and could hold her own, still he could not help but worry about her.

Especially with all the villain activity and crimes on the raise lately. Shota had great faith in Olivia's abilities as a hero and her psychic quirk, but he did worry.

He had been keeping up the news and saw Olivia fighting some few small villains, before that she help Hawks with stopping a highjack train. Ever help FatGum stop a robbery that was being taken place.

She was called Valkyrie, as some the people have called the Fearless Valkyrie.

Woman the Shota was proud to call his wife.

But he could couldn’t help but worry about her she was called to help with assist other pro heroes and … he did miss her.

Shota shut down his computer, and got to his feet, and began making his way out his office, and shut the off the lights off.

He lets out a sleepy yawn as he was texting Olivia.

*Hey, haven’t heard from you in a bit. Are you still on you’re home?*

As soon as he sent button he heard a something that mad him jump a bit.

*Pretty Sparkle Guardians: Move Out~!* repeated a few times.

Shota began making his way down the small way, and into the dark living room and looked.

There was small flashing of light, and soft groaning sound the the “Pretty Sparkle Guardians: Move Out” stopped.

Shota walks into the living, and over the couch and looks over it.

There fast asleep was a woman who was in her late 20's, with light brown sink, with reddish hair. She wearing a black tank top and and gray sweatpants.

“W-Where did she get here?” Shota thought. He then leans down and said in a soft voice.

“Olivia? Hey, Olivia…?”

She didn't respond, she only rolled onto her side and said: “G-Go away….”

Shota lets a small chuckle and thought. "And she says I'm a grump.”

He slowly kneels down and gently began too shaking her.

"Liv? Liv, Honey."

"... N-No... Just let me sleep…” she grunted.

"Babe, c'mon. Wake up."

"... Grrr... Tell that flaming jackass I said go to hell..."

"Heheh. K-Kitten, wake up.."

Shota gently was shaking her. Olivia groaning, began opening eyes and her light violet ords adjusted to the darkness.

There standing over her was familiar man who was smiling warmly down at her.

"Welcome home." He said.

"... S-Shota ..." The woman, still in a sleep daze sits up. "... I-I'm made home, right?"

"Heh Y-You're home."

"And Endeavor... is not here...?"

“No. He's not." said Shota, with an amused smile.

He smiled more when she let out relief sigh. "Oh, thank god..." She leans against the couch, and was looking up at the ceiling. "I thought I dreamt that stunk in a small office doing endless paperwork with flaming jerk was yelling me. I'm home~. Finally."

She lets out comfortable sigh. "I'm sitting on our couch. In our apartment, and you're here." She then reached and with hands and cup Shouta's cheeks. "In all of your grumpy glory."

"... I'm not that grumpy." said Shota, his eyes arching in an annoyed expression.

"Yeah you are." Olivia smiles, and kisses him. "I missed you, Shouta."

His grumpy annoyed slowly faded into a soft smile. "I missed you, too, Liv. So much." The two began kissing a few more times, then he stands up, and sits down next her. He wordlessly reached to her, and gently brushed the bit of hair out her face.

Shota was lying on the couch, with arms wrapped around Olivia's warm bod against his, her head lying on his chest, his gentle heart beats, giving her an overwhelming sense calming giving her pease.

Shouta was gently rubbing the back of her head, and nuzzling his face in her hair, which was flashy washed, smelled like lilac.

All his anxiety and unease was gone, she was back.

All the worry he was feeling over the past few weeks, were finally gone. She was in his arms. She was safe and sound in their home.

They didn't say a word for a bit. Shota wanted to enjoy this silence for a bit. He was drawing random patterns on Olivia's back.

"When did you get back?" ask Shouta.

"I don't remember, and I don't care." Olivia lets out another and snuggled closer into Shota's embrace. "I... had... a long, long, long 3 weeks.

"That bad, huh?" asked Shouta.

"Well, not really, the few days were hellish." Olivia said. "FatGum and his agency are always wonderful too work with. And he's a big sweetheart I do love working with him. Fat ever put in a good word for me too that Hawks guy."

"That kid who number 3?" asked Shota.

"Yeah. I worked with his for a bit, with some gang active that has been going around.Very very nice guy has well. And I think I made a great first impression on him, and really wants to work with again in the future."

Her smile began too sour. "Endeavor however... I tell ya, babe, the ego on that man. What total jerk. I-I should just melt his brain right then and there!

"Liv, you can't melt Endeavor's brain..." said Shota, with a chuckle and smile.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But if I could I would."

Shouta hums in amusement. Olivia huffs, then looks at him.

"Anyway, enough about me." Olivia looked at him. "How are you doing?"

Shota's smile calm smile faded, and made his normal grumpy expression.

"It was a pain the ass today." He huffs. "Bakugou almost started a fight, in one the science lads there was loud explosion that set off the fire sprinklers, now haft west side of the school closers off and smiles wet paint and blueberry muffins."

Olivia looks at him. "... H-How... How?"

"... Hatsume Mei caused the explosion."

"Oh, well that explains. ... Kinda."

"Yep," Shouta said, with groans. "And I'm sooo goddamn behind on my paperwork for the past few days, that I have been staying later just to get it done."

"... Sooo same chaos just different days." said Olivia, with amusement.

"... Yeah. And Hizashi, Nemuri and Rose invited me to go out drink. But I said no. Nemuri and Rose were texting me. I think Hizashi had a bit to drink, and he was sending me memes, and I had too mute those 3 dipshit."

"Heh. Sounds about right." Olivia laughs, lets out a huge yawn. "What time is it...?"

Shota reached out to his phone, that was the coffee table where his was. He then checked it.

"It's about 12:22..." he said.

Olivia lets out another, Shouta smiles and places a kiss on her forehead.

"... I think we should to go to bed." he said.

"Bed sounds good. Our bed. Our cozy bed..." said Olivia.

Shouta smiles. "C'mon."

The two stood from the couch, and began making out to their shared bedroom.

Shota headed to the bathroom, and went to do his nightly routine, and put his pj's, then began brushing his toothbrush, then washed his face.

After he was done he began making his way out the restroom then remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, Liv, I almost forgot, you have a meeting with Nezu in morning at 9:00."

He then looks a at the futon, and smiles and chuckles too him.

Olivia was already fast asleep on the futon, the covers pulled over her. Shota slowly made his to the futon, and quietly crawls into next Olivia. He rolled onto this side, facing her.

Shota smiles gently at his face. Her peacefully face making him more at ease and calm. She was back, she was back and safe at him.

With him.

Shota slowly reached out to her and gently brushed his fingers up and down her face. Olivia lets a sweet sigh.

Shota thought. "Not sure you can hear my thoughts when you sleep, Olivia. But... I'm glad you're home."

He moves closer to him, pulling his closer to him, and kissing the top her head.

"I love you, Liv... I love you much..." He said, in low voice.

Being a Pro Hero was a hard time for both Aizawa Shota and Olivia Rivers, with Olivia going away every so often and Shota teaching next generation of young heroes.

Shouta never was planing on getting married. He never really saw himself has husband material, since Olivia came into life things slowly started off friendly enough, but slowly they began to grew more romantic.

They have married for about 2 years now, only a few people do know.

Yamada Hizashi, Kayama Neuri, Rose McFarland, and Nezu.

Shota and Olivia want their relationship to be private and really just to protect themselves, and really it's no ones business.

The sound the alarm was going off, a few a moments later, a sleepy hand came from under the blankets, and grabbing the phone shutting off the alarm. Just as Olivia slowly sat up in bed brushing her messy red hair out her face, and letting out slowly yawn.

Olivia Rivers, a young woman 29 years old with lightish dark sink, with reddish long hair, and violet eyes, sits up and began stitching.

Pro Hero Name: Valkyrie.

Her quick: Psychic.

Olivia was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, as she held her phone in front of her her phone, and saw it was 5:00a in the morning.

She places the phone back on the nightstand, she was about pull the blankets off. But before could, a pear of strong arms reached out from under the blankets and pulls her back.

Caught off guard by this, Olivia blinks, and looks at Shota who was snoring and was still after asleep.

Olivia tries to gently pull herself out his arms, but as she did so, his arms wrapped around her more tightly.

"U-Um... Hon." said Olivia.

He grunts, and began snoring a little louder

"S-Shota. Sweetie, I need to get up." said Olivia, trying to waggle out his death grip.

"Hmmm... Sleeping..." He grunted.

'Please let me get up."

"Noooooooo." whined Shota, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Please, S-Shota . I-I need to get up." Olivia trying to pulling away from him, but it was no use. His arms were locked tightly around her.

"H-How the hell is this guy this strong?! In his sleep no less!"

As she was trying to free herself, Shota was getting annoyed and said: "Damn it, Kitten. Good back to sleep. It's too early for this crap..." He lets out yawn, and opens his right eye. "What time is it anyway?"

"It's 5 in the morning." said Olivia.

There was a long pause as Shota was looking at her, his expression more confused.

"Why are you waking at 5 am?"

"Because... I like getting up this early." asked Olivia. "Why?"

There was another long pause, when Shota said: "Yea… that is way too early."

"Well, not for me. Plus you know I get up at this time."

"That's because you're weird, Liv.“ Shota said rolls onto his back. Olivia was still in his arms, making her lay on his chest. "Stop being weird, and go back sleep."

"I-I'm weird." Olivia amused, and looks down at him. "That's rich coming from the man who sleeps in random odd places."

"Not my fault that quick makes me sleepy. Besides..." He opens his eyes. "I... Miss holding you like this." His face heats up a bit. "C-Can stay like this for a bit, Liv?"

Olivia looks at him, and gives him a sweet smile. His heart burst every time she smiled at him.

"Yeah... I would like that."

She leans into him, and gives few gentle kisses, before she rested her head onto his chest.

Shota lets out very calm sigh, and began running his fingers up and down his back.

He wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could. He was going to see that much today anyway. So whatever little time he had with her he just too enjoy.

He was sure when he felt back to sleep, when his own phone arm was going off. With an annoyed sleepy sigh. Shota slowly sits up letting out a large yawn. His long black hair was in front his face, and was rubbing his eyes. He grabs his phone, and turn the alarm, saw that time was about 6 am.

He looks over to the left side of the futon, too wake Olivia, but he was not lying before. Knowing her her she was by now, Shota pulls off the covers, and stood from on his feet and dragged himself our bedroom.

In the kitchen Olivia was standing in front of the stove, cooking up a nice breakfast. She was humming to herself. She was making sure that bacon was nice crispy, and was checking to see if the rice cooker was almost done.

As she was making breakfast, Shota came walking out the bed room down a small hallway into the living room, and as he was reaching the kitchen the small bacon met his nose. He peeks into, and saw Olivia.

Her long red hair was in a messy bun, she was wearing black longings and was wearing a plain black shirt that was too big for and was cleanly Shota.

He didn't saw a word, just in the doorway watching her, a sense of peaceful that came over him. He still can't believe that his life.

It was something that he still getting used too, even after after 5 years of being together, and 2 years of being married.

It was something that Shota was getting used too, it was so hard that she was real, and standing there making cooking for him.

When... did he get this lucky?

The sun was up compliantly, and the birds were chipping the morning songs, as Olivia was turning off the stove, still didn't notice Shouta until he lets out another big sleepy yawn. She looks over her shoulder. See her husband standing in the doorway.

"Oh. Finally , you're up." She smiles at him."Good morning, Grumpy Face."

"I thought told you stop calling that." he said, in usual annoyed tone

"Why?" asked Olivia, with sly grin. "You love it when I call you that~."

"I don't." said Shota .

"Yeah, you do."

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do. I can remind your mind~."

Shouta's face goes pink, and looks at Olivia, grinning even more.

He just looks at her.

"... O-Okay. I do. ... Don't tell Yamada or Kayama."

"I won't." said Olivia.

Then she asked Shota too get the table, and he nods walks over too the small cabinet where some plates and mugs were, then walks over to the sink, where there clean chopsticks were, and began making his too the chabudai.

He then picks up the two mugs too the small coffee maker, and after a few moments the table was all set, and there Olivia made a nice boil of tamago kake gohan, with small plate of fresh crispy bacon next it.

"There you go." said Olivia, with a beaming smiling. "I hope this okay, Shota."

"I'm sure it's going wonderful. Thanks for cooking breatfast." said Shota, with sweet smile on his face.

The two took a seat, and began eating.

The morning was nice calm. Bits of sunlight shining through the living closed blinds as the sound birds could be heard, sing their morning songs.

Olivia was sitting there across from Shota she was telling him about some of the missions she had gone on, and some villains she stop and people she had saved.

Shouta sat there listening to talk, a small calm smile on his face. He really didn't realize how much he did miss her.

Whenever she had to go away on missions, or help out other hero agencies she would be gone for about a few weeks, or at least a whole month.

A hero's life is a dangerous one, the both knew that. But it did seem like over few month villain active had been on the raise, making Olivia leave more office and being gone for a lot longer.

Her quirk was useful for a lot heroes, mind reader, looking into people's thoughts and deep memories and making investable shields, and moving things were mind.

However is she dose uses quirk too much, it could put on lot stress on body and mind. There have been more than a few occasions where Olivia was push herself, and she get extreme headaches and migraine, and had passed out.

It was something that Shota always worry about.

"Did you get any headaches when you were away?" he asked, picking up his chopsticks and placing it in his month.

Olivia was taking a small sip off her coffee. She then lowered and looks at him, a bit confused by the random question. "Yeah. I few when I was on my missions. Why?"

Now a little bit concerned, Shouta places the chopsticks down on the plate, and moved closer to Olivia.

"You did?" he asked, placing a hand on her forehead.

"On a scale too 1 to 10 how bad were they? Did you take your medicine? Did you get nose bleeds?" he asked.

"S-Shota. Hey, hey." Olivia said. "Calm down. I-I'm fine. They were mostly small ones."

"Are you sure?"

Olivia smiles and reaching up and removing his hand from her forehead.

"Yes. I'm totally fine. You have nothing to worry about okay?" She gave him a reassuring. Shota looks fronds a bit.

"Are you sure? You didn't past out or anything?"

Olivia felt a her chest and stomach clenched before saying: “Yes. I was extra careful. Don't worry."

Shota looks at her, and nods. "Okay." He lets out sigh and running his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Liv. I-I... I know you can handle yourself out there. But at the same time I can't help but worry about you."

"I know. And it means a lot that you, Shota." said Olivia. "If something were happen to me you would be the first know it, and well, you would let me out your sight for me."

"Heh. Yeah, you're about that." said Shota, smiling warmly at his wife, and picking his chopsticks. "So working with FatGum and Hawks was good?"

"Yeah. I have worked with Fat loads of times, and we get along well. Hawks, a bit of an odd young man, but he was delightful to work with." He relaxed smile fade into a scowl. "And then there's the flaming tard: Endeavor."

She huffs, and picks her mug of coffee, and taking a long sim of it. "He is possibly biggest prick I have had the misfortunate to work with."

"Really?" asked Shota, listening with more inserts. 'What... was it like working with him."

"A nightmare to work with him. He thought I worked for him. He tried to boss me. He was awful too his sidekicks, and staff. We were in a meeting talking how to handle some crimes that was going near his agency.”

She take a long sip of of her coffee and kept speaking. “We both... bump heads a bit. He didn't like my ideas, very critical on how I approach things. He is so difficult to work with. I have no idea he's the number 2 hero, and how or why he's so popular. He's... just plain mean and unpleasant to be around. He even yelled at some the office works because his tea was not warm too his liking. It was so bad that he made the poor young cry. I stepped, and well we got into really heated argument, and... ... I..."

Olivia silent, and places a hand over forehead, Shota looks a her.

"What... happen?"

She didn't say anything at first, and lets out deep sigh. "I-I not proud of how I handle it. We got into a big shouting match. I called Endeavor called a few choices words, and I throw a pitcher of water at him.”

“… You… didn’t…” Shota said.

“Y-Yeah, I did. With my psychic quark.”

There was a long long pause, Shota just looks at her. "... ... Oh, damn it, Olivia." He mumbles, placing a hand over his face.

"Pretty sure it was ice cold as well." she said.

"Why did you do that?"

"I-I... didn't mean it too do it. The pitcher was on the table. Endeavor was standing next to it, it flew into the air, next I knew he dripping wet, I-I walked out, and ... called a few not nice words too him and I left his agency.”

“Babe… That’s not a good for you." said Shota.

“I know, I know. I should not have let him get to me that bad, I just snapped. To be fair, Shota, it’s not like Endeavor was asking for it.”

Shota just gives her a look, and Olivia sighs.

“Yeah… Like I said: I’m not proud of how I handle it. But i’m pretty sure Endeavor will never work with me again, and I’m okay with that. Plus I’m not the only hero who had bad experience him.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” said Shota.

After finishing up their breakfast, Shouta picks the dishes, headed too the kitchen to wash them, while Olivia headed to the bedroom to get ready for the day.

She was thinking about putting her hero outfit, but really she was kind of getting sick of looking at for the last weeks, and really didn't want to be seen by really anyone.

She was making the rounds all over social media, and she for the past month she was getting a lot attention from different part of Japan, and she was getting more well known.

She did get some attention every now and then, but lately she was getting recognize but a lot people and some well know heroes.

Even the number 3 hero Hawks wanted to work with her.

It was really nice to feel respected and appreciated, the being the limelight for awhile had made the poor woman a little too anxious, so she wanted to blend in with the crowd and wanted to feel a little normal.

After a bit Olivia was all dressed, and ready too for the meeting.

She came walking out the bedroom, with a nice clean pressed light blue shirt, a dark gray charcoal pencil skirt and with nice black tights.

"Shota, what time is the meeting with Principal Nezu? ." said Olivia.

"9 am." said Shota, called out, finishing up with the dishes and came walking. As he seen walked into the living her he stop, and his eyes got wide.

Olivia was standing in the living room. Her her back was facing as she was putting her hair in a nice neat ponytail.

"Oh, perfect. It's only 8:27. I want say hello everyone before the metting."

"Y-Yep." said Shota, and then he eyes were looking down at her back, and his face goes pink.

"O-Oh Wow. Her ass looks so good in that dress, those tights… Fuck...!" He thought.

Olivia stops and looks over shoulder, and saw her husband looking down at her just admiring her.

"U-Um, S-Shota," She slowly looks at her, with a smile.

"Huh? Yeah." he said, snapping out it.

Giving a sly smile, she said: "You know I can read your mind, right~?"

Shota's eyes widen and face goes deep red. "D-Don't read my mind...! I-I mean...Um... W-Well... I-I... It's not my fault you're ass looks amazing in that dress. I-I mean... Jeez." He places his hand over face, and Olivia laughs. "W-Why do have to look so damn good on that dress?”

"Because I know I look good in this dress and it makes you flustered~." amused Olivia.

She walks over too him, smiling sweetly at him

Shota lets out a softly chuckles. "You really are a pain, Liv."

"Oh, yeah. I know." said Olivia, chuckling as well.

"Heh. Come here, you beautiful pain in my ass."

Shota takes a few steps closer to her, and pulls closer to him and the two shared a sweet gentle kiss.

This was perfect way to start the morning. Being with the woman he loves so much.

This what he wanted, what he needed.

All chaos and madness of the world didn't matter. All that matter right was this calm.

But too bad that was going to last that long.

The front door of their apartment door swung open and loud and cheerful voice echoed through it making Olivia jump slightly and Shouta letting an annoyed groan.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNING,"

"...Um... I-I think Yamada is here..." said Olivia, feeling her ears ring a little.

"Really? You think..." said Shota.

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Piwon reaction to you randomly biting them?Please and thanks

💌 — THIS IS SO SILLY AND REAL I LOVE IT YES OFC I CAN!

⋆ Y. Keeho

“Girl???” Tries to chomp back at you but all he’s getting is air, competitiveness is thick in his blood so he won’t stop until he’s got you pinned down and a solid bite of your skin. Somehow turns into a whole thing, by the time you’re both exhausted there’s a plethora of bite marks all over each others body, some in questionable places, some you can’t even see because they’re hidden under clothes. Yeah… it’s a hard to explain when one of his members asks why there’s an irritated mark on your shoulder and why it almost looks like,, teeth ???

“Do you want ta’… maybe try biting my neck again while we’re—” “You’re weird, that’s literally weird? Of course I do.”

⋆ C. Taeyang

Has an oral fixation idc, if you land a solid bite on him he’s either whining until your two fingers are resting in his mouth or he’s lightly smacking at you, claiming that it’s not fair, usually he won’t stop until he’s gently nomming on the digits, his words muffled and slurred when speaking over them but he refuses to take them out, it all really depends on his mood.

“I think we’re even now Taeyang.” “I’m the victim here? This is compensation.”

⋆ C. Jiung

Dgaf, like- the most. Even after the first time you’ve bitten him he’s just like “okay cool” ??? And isn’t surprised the second time it happens, or when it becomes an almost everyday occurrence. The type to unknowingly feed into it too, which is so ???? Like he’ll pull up his sleeves or reveal skin just so you can sink your teeth into it, sometimes does it when he wants your attention, knows when you’re watching, waiting, so he’ll play along. Secretly loves when you’re biting his earlobe, makes him shiver, is a little concerned by how nice it feels but he doesn’t care to think about it too often.

“I’m starting to think you’re a cannibal.” “Would that be so bad?” “You did not just ask me that.”

⋆ H. Intak

Biggest crybaby ever, overreacts always and it’s almost unnecessary, like can’t you just get a good little nibble in when he’s being cute ??? You’re just expressing your affection ??? Why is he acting like you’re mauling him until your teeth hit bone ????? He’s definitely the only one to start picking up on it too, starts biting you back when you’re expecting it the least, a victim to cuteness aggression mainly, it starts with pinching your cheeks and rubbing your head/face to literally biting you.

“Ow! Stop biting so damn hard.” “You bite me all the time!” “Yeah! in soft areas, you just slammed by knuckle between your teeth ‘tak.”

⋆ H. Shota

You think he didn’t notice, already on your merry way out of his arms after nipping at them until he’s grabbing at your wrist, guiding it towards his mouth with more strength than he probably needed as he pulls you back into his chest, only your hand keeps you from clashing with him as he promptly bites you back. Probably sits there for a second, restraining you against him with his mouth still on you, the dull edge of his teeth leaving marks in your skin.

“You can let go now baby.” “It feels- wait, just one more time, please.”

⋆ K. Jongseob

He’s so used to it, just sits there and allows it to happen because he knows there’s really no way to prevent it. Either way you’re inevitably going to bite him, so why try to fight it? It definitely comes to a certain point where even his members don’t care to acknowledge it anymore, sometimes they’ll just walk by and see, only paying mind to it like ‘Biting him again’ before disregarding it. The only way he’ll really care to say something is if it hurts, but even then it’s a minor reaction, “Ahh, that one hurt Y/n.” Holds or presses the area you’ve bitten to your face, expecting a kiss in return for the fleeting moment of pain.

“Do you think I should buy you a chew toy?” “Why? You’re right here?” “Mm… true. I think I’d end up missing it anyways, I kind of already do when we’re travelling.”

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Pairing: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic x F!Reader x Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead Tags:  hard noncon, dead dove: do not eat, double vaginal penetration, yandere, established relationship (not the nice kind), double creampie, pwp Word count: 2.3k Summary: There are still things left to explore for them.

Note: Some time ago, the wonderful @akicore​ wrote this amazing fic - and it really got me thinking. So here it is, another pwp with my favorite (disgusting) duo! I’m not posting from my usual setup, so any formatting issues will have to wait another week for me to fix and I apologize for that. Requests/thirsts are open!

They’ve done everything, it seems. You’ve been pissed on, endured painfully underprepared anal sex, took hits and beatings with a smile when Hizashi wanted to play out his sadistic little fantasies, uttered every degrading little sentence you could ever think of, played dog and pet and whatnot. And by now, you know that protests are useless, that you’ll never get out of here. Between the unrelenting wall of muscle that is Shouta and the eerie ministrations of his husband, Hizashi, there is very little you can do, really. They’re stronger than you, two pro-heroes who have more wit than they let on, more experience with capturing than you could gain in your lifetime. Even if you did somehow manage to leave, if you were to go to the police, who would believe you? It’d be a ridiculous notion to anyone - two pros, two teachers at the ridiculously established UA, kidnapping a random woman, a nobody, to desecrate her, to turn her into their disgusting little sex toy? The concept alone could make anyone laugh. You’re too old to be blue-eyed and naive about how you’d be perceived and you’re too aware of your soft body to even try to fight back, to run. So you stay. And let them do whatever they want. They don’t see you as something to use - or at least that’s what they say. They still do it, only  with lovesick eyes and gentle words. In fact, they consider you some ghoulish version of a wife. You’re gifted jewelry, given trinkets here and there - gentle kisses on the crown of your head when they leave for work, arms around you when you wake up in the mornings, coffee made just how you like it, your favorite food… It could be nice, you sometimes think, to be here out of your own volition. But you feel so little nowadays. Very few things incite shame within you now, make tears prick at your eyes. You’ve been used too often, have been made to do unspeakable things so that you don’t even bat an eye at most requests now. They don’t seem to mind, they prefer you complacent and demure. They don’t care about your pleasure, either. The elusive orgasm you’re allowed is forced out of you by rough fingers and eager tongues, but it’s a luxury, not the norm. Not that they’re particularly enjoyable, either. You have no delusion about coming today, either. You’re on your back, with Shouta buried deep inside underneath you. He reaches deep like this, and lazily fucks up into you as he holds you. If he’s in the mood, he’ll press two calloused fingers to your clit, but he mainly likes to lock your throat in with his left arm, just like now. Hizashi lingers over you, just as naked as you. His hair is down, still damp from the shower he took an odd hour ago. He smells nice, a familiar scent that wafts up your nose as he crawls just a little closer to you, his usual grin on his face. He thinks himself suave and charming every time he does it, when in reality it’s just your countdown for the real torture to start. You’re almost comfortable as you are right now, with Shouta only slightly moving and your cunt already adjusted to him. Whatever the other man has planned for you can only make things painful now. He’s usually the driving force behind the more degenerate acts you’re forced into, always the one to kickstart foul little obsessions between the two of them. His blond hair tickles your cheek as he leans down, so close you can feel his body heat. The world is only him for a moment, those vivid green eyes so close to your own, the smell of his breath on your lips. He says nothing as he stares you down, that wicked grin shrinking into something softer. You think he might kiss you but then he breaks away, nimble hands landing on your waist, abruptly stopping the motions of the man beneath you. There is a wordless conversation held between the two men, one you're not privy to. It’s nothing new to you, but it makes a shiver run down your spine. Who knows what’s in store for you today - you just hope they’ll go easy on you this time. But then Hizashi smiles. Shouta’s dick twitches in your cunt as he holds you just a little tighter, snug against his sweaty chest. His nose bumps against your head from beneath and he murmurs something you can’t quite decipher. “Come on”, Hizashi cooes at you, his hands sliding down to your already split open cunt, just grazing your clit as they move. “We’ll have to prepare you a little, hm?” One settles on the underside of your right thigh, the other one gets dangerously close to where you and Shouta are already joined. You clench at the contact - your inner lips are sensitive from being stretched and chafed, just enough that his gentle touch burns a little. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t hesitate even as your eyes go comically wide - he slips a finger in alongside Shouta’s cock and you hiss at the sensation. It’s not enough to be too much just yet, but you can still feel it, every single bump and dent of it. You don’t know why he would do this, though - is it the thrill of touching both you and Shouta? Does he want to make you more loose? But what for, really? Another finger slips in and Hizashi croons above you, something about how well you’re doing for them. You stare at him with a furrowed brow, both trying to figure out what his goal is and to ignore the ever-growing burn as he tries to scissor you open with something already inside. He’s painfully hard as he works you even more open and something tickles the back of your mind as you stare at his cock, twitching with anticipation. The realization hits you like a freight train - they’re trying to fuck you in the same hole. They never outright discuss their desires with you, you’re never a part of those conversations because if you were, you would get to say no. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as you go limp against Shouta, the motion awarded with praise and another finger. You can’t take it- you won’t- it won’t fit. Your thoughts run wild in your head, a never ending circle of no, no, no, you’ll break me- you’ll hurt me. And for the first time in months, you break your silent compliance, your obedience. “No, no, please-”, you grunt out, strained and meek. Words are spilling out of your mouth like water, words you don’t even register. Tiny pleas, earnest words of worry all fall on deaf ears. “Baby”, Hizashi brows draw upwards with fake concern as he stops his motions for a precious second. “Don’t be like that, now.” But you don’t care for his acting right now, nor do you care for the punishment that looms at your disobedience - you desperately want to get out of this, happy to take him in your ass, your throat, anywhere else, anywhere but your cunt. You can’t even imagine the both of them straining against the thin walls of your cunt. The arm around your neck tightens as you try to pry it away with clammy fingers and Hizashi looks at you with so much fake pity in his eyes you actually start to cry. “Please”, you sob in earnest, genuinely afraid of being hurt. “Not this. Anything but this, please.” He actually grins. And doesn’t say anything. You’re left to quietly sob and flail about as best as you can against Shouta, the man beneath you keeping you in a vice grip now. Hizashi watches your teary eyes for another couple of seconds, slipping his disgustingly wet hand out of you, watches his husband mutter words of encouragement into your ear. They don’t reach you. You’re beside yourself, panicked to the point that even Shouta’s cock feels wrong now, your pelvic floor so tight he almost slips out of you. You don’t know left from right for a terribly long moment, lost in the sea of fear. Slap. A sharp sting to your already sensitive cunt makes you still, forces your attention back to the blond man in front of you. 

 “No can do”, he says, light tone barely hiding the malice behind his words. He's enjoying this, you can tell. 

You watch in desperation as he reaches for the little bottle of lube on the nightstand, as he generously spreads it all over his cock. Shouta is twitching inside of you, clearly enjoying the way you tighten with every breath of fear, with every sob that manages to slip out. Your eyes are wide as you track Hizashi’s every motion above you, not relaxing like you should but clinging onto Shouta’s arm as though your life depends on it. Your nails are digging into his skin but he lets you, probably too eager for what’s to come to care. One more breath, then he prods at your stinging cunt, your eyes roll back and- He’s splitting you open. It’s worse than him forcing himself into your ass without much preparation, worse than that time Shouta had developed a habit of choking you until you passed out- it burns and burns and burns, pain so hot you can’t help but pull a grimace - anything to distract yourself from the feeling. It’s like an almost dry stab into you, even with him using lube beforehand. You can’t help but clench around them both in sheer distress, making the sensation even worse. Hizashi above you looks positively stupefied with every single inch he’s slipping into you. His eyes are looking at the ceiling, unfocused and nearly closed, his jaw is slack with the sensation of fucking both you and Shouta. He looks almost like he’s drooling while you twitch and cry under him, the polar opposite to his blissed out state. “Oh- fuck-”, he grunts as he bottoms out, his mean charade melting away with one single thrust, reduced to nothing but whines and the hard grip of his hands on your shoulders now. You’re only given a few, precious seconds to get used to both of them so deep within you, then he already starts to fuck you.

 You’re so full. Only Hizashi is moving and god, you’re almost grateful for it. His pace is still slow but the burn is so dull that every in- and outward motion makes you gawk with discomfort. “It hurts, please, please-”, you writhe against the solid muscle of Shouta’s abdomen, even though it’s hopeless. Even if you were able to get free, they’d simply hold you down in a different position, they’re too worked up to stop now..

“Fuck, baby-”, Hizashi almost stutters, brows furrowed in concentration. “You feel amazing.”

There is a breathless moan from beneath you, something so soft and stunned it feels garish. It does very little to take your mind off the intense burning pain, no matter how uncharacteristic it is for Shouta. You can’t see his face, but he groans and grunts into your ear, clearly enjoying this just as much as his husband. The arm around your neck goes a little slack but you’re already too impaled by them to be able to scramble away, to even try to fight them off. You feel like a stuck pig, doomed to this torture. “Good girl”, he grits out, rough and right against your ear. You can tell how close he is by his tone alone, his restraint getting thinner by the second. “So good for us-” He gets cut off as Hizashi quickens his pace, properly fucking the two of you now. Your cunt only gradually adjusts to him, but it’s all more tolerable than before. You’re still not comfortable, but you can tell that you’re getting looser. Another thrust and you can feel something warm blossoming within you, your body giving in to the sensation. You’re basically dripping with sweat, lube and your own fluids, and the noises are so obscene you’ll never forget them. Hizashi is the first to cum, his hands tight on your shoulders as he tries to fuck you even harder - it’s not easy with him and Shouta sharing one hole but he doesn’t give up until he finds an angle where it works just so. It catches something deep inside you and you can only grunt in protest at the weird, sweetly stinging sensation, a pull that’s almost too much for you. In a second, his lips are on your neck, sucking and kissing as he whines and bucks into you, the pain of his sharp teeth almost covering up the strain on your cunt. He empties himself into you a few, sharp thrusts later, with a high-pitched moan and enough force behind it that it leaves you breathless. His cum is hot and wet deep within you, the unusual sensation making Shouta audibly moan beneath you - and as Hizashi slows, the other starts to rut up into you again, still so high-strung it doesn’t take him long to make a complete mess of you now; shooting his load just as deep. Your vision blurs with the sensation. The world around you grows just a little more quiet as Hizashi rests his full weight on you, slowly getting soft. You feel absolutely defiled - you can barely clench from how numb your cunt has gotten and from how much you’ve been stretched, their mixed seed dripping out of you. There is a hum just beneath your jaw as Hizashi lifts his hips just enough to slip out of you, dragging an obscene amount of cum with him that splatters onto the bed beneath, a thoroughly satisfied sound. His voice is dripping with sweetness as he kisses your sweat-soaked skin, right on top of the bites he left. “There you go, good girl.” 

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I just want your love (Pt 2)

Pairing: Shota Aizawa X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: A villain and a hero on a date?

Wordcount: 1055

Warnings: Yandere-ish reader, minor cursing, rejection

Series taglist: @wineandionysus​ @ceciliajay​ @asilentcruellullaby​ I added you if you commented about a Part 2, if you wish to be added to or removed from the taglist please just ask

Notes: Two years and I’m back with a part 2

Last edited: 17th September 2022

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You stood across the road from your favourite cafe - the place you had arranged to meet with Aizawa. Just waiting, crazed but cautious. This was it!

As much as you would have loved to believe that Shota wouldn't try anything, you were still a wanted criminal. A ‘villain’ as the media called you.

You weren’t really that bad… you just got bored sometimes.

Your face lit up as you spotted the messy raven hair of the man you were smitten for. He was wearing dark clothes and has his hair tied up in a quickly done half-bun. He really was the most gorgeous being to have ever existed.

He was alone and walked into the cafe with a certain indescribable aura about him. You had to hold yourself back from running to him and waited a moment before going in, just so that it wouldn’t look like you were stalking him. There was electricity running through your veins and excitement burned in your heart.

The small bell on the door rang as you entered, and it didn’t take long at all for you to spot the messy hair of Aizawa - who was sat on the table near the corner of the room.

“Shota!” You greeted him joyously while walking up to the table, your arms spread wide. You caught him in a quick hug, and to your surprise, he hugged you back. His thumb gently caressed the nape of your neck and it sent shivers down your spine. Even if it was only for a moment, it was something you wanted to experience over and over again.

The two of you sat down at the table and stayed in comfortable silence for a moment before you spoke.

“Sooo? How’ve you been?” You asked, trying to start up a conversation without being too awkward. You hadn’t tried to have a ‘normal’ human conversation for a while, so it was somewhat difficult to navigate.

“You should know,” Aizawa replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “you’ve been watching me,”

Oh shit, he knew. You had been keeping an eye on him since the day he agreed to the date, not only so you could lovingly watch him as he slept, but also so you knew he was alright. But he knew?

You stiffened up for a moment, trying to process how to respond and then frowned.

“Well I’m very sorry, I just want to make sure you’re safe at work…” You mumbled, a little playful but mostly serious. Aizawa knew full well what you meant. Being a hero wasn’t exactly the safest job in the world, nor was it particularly easy.

“Maybe if you stopped knocking down buildings-” Aizawa started, trying to lift the mood back up.

“That was one time! Come on,” You responded with feigned annoyance, pouting for a moment before you couldn’t help but giggle.

And Aizawa smiled. A genuine, loving smile.

That was it, you might as well just die there and then, your life was complete. He was so beautiful, so handsome, absolutely stunning. Everything about him was just so amazing, even just being near him made your mind relax. This was true happiness.

Aizawa’s eyes were on you, and only you. You wanted him to only ever look at you, to only ever touch you. How much you wanted to capture his lips with yours so that the few people in the cafe would know he was yours.

Carefully, you reached out to Aizawa’s hand that was resting on the table in front of him. You tuned his hand over, and he raised an eyebrow when you began tracing the lines on his palm with your fingertips. If only this could be every day. 

But it didn’t last forever. Even after a few hours, it didn’t feel at all long enough. You had eaten half a cake between you, and about six cups of coffee/tea. Early afternoon had faded to early evening and, though you wanted to ignore it, the reminder that this would be over soon tugged at the back of your mind.

The empty cups on the table taunted you and Aizawa’s now tired smile captured your thoughts. Like an addiction, you found you needed more and more to get that feeling. You needed to be near him more to feel true happiness, and you were never really ready to let go.

“Do you wanna do this again sometime?” You blurted before thinking it through. You were so lost in your own mind and Aizawa’s smile…

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, but you could see in his eyes that he knew what you were trying to say.

“Look, I know I’m…” you hesitated and lowered your voice, “a villain, but I’m willing to change if you’d give me a chance,”

You were practically pleading now, so far removed from the flirtatious criminal Aizawa knew you to be. Villainy was something you were more than willing to give up if it meant you could be with him. You’d give anything.

“I love you, really I do…” You told him, finally forcing him to confront the fact that he owned your heart.

A softer, more gentle expression flashed across his face for a moment before it was replaced with his usual blank one. No more smile.

“Regardless of how I feel, you’re still a villain,” he said, measuring his words carefully.

“Whatever this is that’s between us, it’s never going to work.”

The words hung heavy in the air between you. Something was stifling about the way he spoke, almost as though he was being forced to.

“I’m sorry,” Aizawa said as he stood up to leave. 

“Shota-?” You asked, hoping with everything in you that he wouldn’t leave. He turned to look at you one last time.

“Stop calling me that.”

Hurt bubbled up in you, repeating over and over again in your head that he didn’t mean it - this wasn’t him talking. This couldn’t be happening…

You needed him. You couldn’t bare to be apart from him, your Shota. But the ring of the bell at the door said otherwise. Tears threatened to spill onto your cheeks, and yet a smile blossomed on your face.

This wouldn’t happen, you wouldn’t let it. Even if it meant cementing your label as a villain.

[trashytoastboi]

May I request some NSFW headcanons for omega Tamaki, omega Aizawa and omega Fatgum going through a heat with their alpha mate, the reader? For the 1,000 follower event? Thank you! <3

Heyya! 🍞 sure thing! Sorry for taking so long to get around to this and hope you enjoy~

(Gender Neutral)

1000 Followers Event!

NSFW Headcanons: ABO AU! Omega! Tamaki, Omega! Aizawa, Omega! Fatgum going through a heat with their Alpha! S/O

NSFW Warning: ABO Dynamics

Tamaki Amajiki

☀️ Whenever his heat came around it always made Tamaki so anxious. Especially when he was not in the presence of his alpha. Tamaki would try to find comfort by hiding in his nest. Tamaki didn’t only try to calm his uneasiness, but also the more…lustful side effect of heat. Tamaki nestled comfortably in his makeshift sanctuary, rubbing his thighs together from the uncomfortable feeling of arousal. Although he may be alone, he still finds himself acting just as shy. His hands eventually wander and go between his legs, giving himself a few experimental touches to alleviate the immediate urge.

☀️ {Name} was a bit surprised when they had arrived and suddenly got ‘attacked' by Tamaki throwing himself into their arms. His body felt hot and covered with a light sheen of sweat. His eyes full of seduction and desire. Tamaki wiggled further into {Name’s} embrace and snuggled into them shyly. He gave a soft peck on the cheek and flashed the look of desperation.

☀️ Tamaki is always reserved, even on the rare occasion when he gains the courage to act bolder than his norm. The heat helped to mask that anxiety under instinct. Though he put his skill of begging with a glance to good use. Whenever he sported that look, {Name} could never deny Tamaki. No matter what he asked for; and so they always melted at the sight of those pretty eyes pleading.

☀️ Tamaki whined softly, twisting his shaking hands and trying to pull {Name} closer to him but feeling a tad too weak to do so. “Its alright baby boy" {Name} cooed sweetly. {Name} placed a hand tenderly on his cheek and giving him a few soft kisses. Having Tamaki tugging on their clothes made it challenging to keep balance whilst undressing. Tamaki was in no state of mind to think about this and kept trying to pull them down as quickly as he could. {Name} could not help but chuckle at seeing him so flustered and daring. “Its alright baby, I’m here. I’ll take care of you” {Name} decided not to waste anymore time, tracing their hand down Tamaki's body while he sighed. {Name} placed a kiss on his forehead, taking his cock in hand, the moment he felt their warm hand wrapping around his sensitive cock Tamaki whined and instantly came in their hand. {Name} was pleasantly surprised at seeing how sensitive Tamaki was, those tears in eyes only seemed to make his alpha want to tease him. “I barely touched you baby" they murmured. Tamaki nodded and buried his face in their neck “M- more please” his voice was soft and filled with honey as he pleaded, rutting his hips into {Name's} hand. “I know, I know baby. We’re not done, trust me okay?”

☀️ Tamaki experiences more restlessness and uneasiness when in heat. It can be slightly calmed by the presence of his alpha, but he still needs that comfort and constant reassurance to calm him. {Name} is extra attentive and sensitive to even the faintest shifts in their omegas mood. A few kisses and snuggles can aid in easing his worry, however, it still takes a while for Tamaki's heat to settle down enough for his alpha to soothe him.

☀️ The moment Tamaki is calm enough, {Name} shifts into extra care mode to make sure their omega drinks his water, takes his medication and eats something. A little aftercare after everything is very necessary for the care and wellbeing of Tamaki. Of course that is, until Tamaki’s next bout of energy and he is back to begging for more.

Aizawa Shota

☕ Aizawa had the bad habit of doing what one could only describe as denying his heat. He would take his suppressants and aim for the ‘sleep it off’ option. Of course its not working, not even in the slightest. No matter how much he would have liked to, he cannot just deny that ache and heat overtaking him. Aizawa just grumbled about how he wished his alpha would already come home and help him. His hands tried their best to soothe his heat but it proved futile.

☕ {Name} saw the state he was left in. Flustered, bashful and even sporting a looking of annoyance, even though {Name} told him it was completely natural to go through heat. Aizawa of course regarded it more as a inconvenience rather than natural occurrence. Despite his resistance, he could not help himself and finally resigned to those urges. Any reservations he held were broken by the smallest touch of his alpha. {Name} never rushed their approach to Aizawa, instead they comforted him from any of those thoughts and allowed him to give into the instinct to entrust himself to {Name.}

☕ When Aizaea just resigns to the fact, he accepts each and every little comfort his alpha gave him. Those little instances turned into something that only spurred on the instinctual desire. Aizawa was the one who decided to initiate, by pushing {Name} down. Aizawa became so much bolder when he finally stopped caring, but of course, {Name} as his alpha was more than happy to oblige.

☕ Aizawa barely gave {Name} a moments notice before his hands set to work on tearing the clothes off of them. {Name} tried to assist by taking off what they didn’t want torn and finally pinned Aizawa beneath them. {Name} felt like being a little cruel and teasing Aizawa, a soft peck to the neck, another to the lips. Aizawa reproached them to stop teasing. He just wanted {Name} to touch him properly. “How are you so cute~” {Name} responded, stifling a small laugh. “Alright, alright. I promise I’ll stop teasing” {Name} kissed him, pulling him closer while putting all of their kissing skills to good use. When {Name} finally pulled away Aizawa looked so dazed. When {Name} closer to where Aizawa wanted them to be, he hummed and sighed with every touch.

☕ While it may not happen often Aizawa would occasionally get caught up and overwhelmed by the emotions that came with heat. And needed grounding from his alpha. {Name} was very aware if this and always made sure to keep an eye out for it. Especially for the moment when Aizawa would slip into his own headspace. Although he tried to keep it to himself despite the isolation making him feel lonely and uneasy. {Name} became quite adept at reading Aizawa especially when this happened and will settle or adjust to whatever is needed in that moment.

☕ When Aizawa finally settles down he become a little more affectionate. In comparison to his initial resistance towards his heat, he will seek solace from his mate but still feel shy about it. Since he acknowledged that he was acting like a brat in his own right. {Name} doesn’t mind at all since they love their omega just as he is.

Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro)

🐡 Toyomitsu already realized that there wasn’t much he could do to help himself during his heat. And while he does know this, he still tries his best to deal with it alone. At the very least after contacting his alpha to tell them what's going on, and hopes they won’t take a long time. Toyomitsu will try to be patient wait for them, but holds no reservations against trying to calm his own lust. There is the rare occasion where he can get too wrapped up in trying to help himself out, all the while calling out the name of his alpha between his moans.

🐡 {Name} dropped everything to rush back upon seeing the message that acted like a distress signal. The sight they were greeted with was one of Toyomitsu with his hands between his legs, mewling and moaning their name over and over again.

🐡 Toyomitsu accepted it was natural to go through heat. As with most omegas he was quite embarrassed to show that side of himself to {Name}. Considering it was quite early into their relationship, but soon enough that became a distant worry. He can say with full confidence that he truly loves and trusts his alpha wholeheartedly. Knowing that {Name} never considered that side of him shameful, strange or even too lustful. The trust really eased him to be more comfortable with his mate and with himself.

🐡 {Name} stepped into the room after announcing their arrival with a light knock on the door. Toyomitsu looked up at them with a genuine smile that lit up his features. {Name's} arrival was very welcome, Toyomitsu was looking rather disheveled. His face was flushed with a red tinge, and breathless from trying to satisfy himself. {Name} leaned on the bed, growing closer to Toyomitsu who took it upon himself to meet them halfway. {Name} intended for a quick kiss, but the way Toyomitsu had already wrapped his arms around them, pulling his alpha closer and deepening the kiss left {Name} pleasantly surprised. They settled their weight into Toyomitsu, which made him smile. It wasn’t before long when he was outright begging his alpha to pleasure him.

🐡 Toyomitsu loves when he calms down enough from the hazy brain induced by heat and pheromones. When he is able to rest with his alpha and enjoy their company while feeling relaxed. His body was usually exhausted as an after-effect of everything. The exhaustion was not so bad and enjoyed feeling at peace while {Name} would lull him to sleep. As a hero he was usually the one who did the protecting, so the feeling of being the one protected and cared for was reassuring and pleasant.

🐡 {Name} grounds him and bring him back down while comforting Toyomitsu. Little reassurances to remind him that is alpha is there for him. It was common for Toyomitsu's heat to fluctuate and go between extremes of actively being in heat to a very short period of downtime. Those moments were used for rest and care. Even when Toyomitsu is tired, {Name} will still insist that he drinks water and has something to eat before the next bout.

[espressokiri]

Can I request Aizawa with a popular hero s/o? Class 1-A loves them and goes crazy when they find out he’s married to their idol.

Aizawa x GN!reader

In which reader is Aizawa's married partner and is popular with crowds and loved by class 1-A.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Note: (H/n) = Hero name

Being a man who savoured his alone time, mostly spending it catching up with sleep due to his hectic scheduling of night patrol and teaching students, he was surprised to have fallen for a colleague who fell into the spotlight and enamoured everyone they came in contact with. They were the prime example of ‘opposites attract’ and it was oddly endearing. 

Y/n always emitted a comforting energy around them, their soft and nurturing nature drawing admirers and fans, hence shooting their rank in the Heroes poll right under the popular winged hero. Despite their popularity due to their personality, their strong ability to maneuver their quirk and quick thinking under stressful situations had gained them respect with both civilians and heroes.

Because of the awareness that Aizawa does not enjoy the spotlight, Y/n had always arrived to their shared home in secrecy to avoid paparazzi and crazed fans from finding out their humble abode, a comfortable one bedroom modern apartment that was perfect for the pair of them. Their odd schedules seemed to clash but the couple always made it work, sometimes sacrificing each other’s sleep to be able to spend time with the other -usually Y/n as they know Aizawa lacks enough sleep already.

“Sweetheart, it’s time for you to wake up.” Y/n whispers softly, leaning over Aizawa and tracing their forefinger around his facial features, easing him awake. A groan rumbles in the man’s throat before he slowly opens his eyes, a soft smile taking over as he’s met with the worried gaze of his partner. “Good morning.” Aizawa’s voice rasps out, throat dry from just waking up.

“Morning, my love.”

Aizawa takes their hand that was on his face and places it on his lips, giving it a peck before letting go.

“Breakfast is ready.” Y/n informs before trudging out of the room, leaving a sighing Aizawa as he dreaded dealing with a bunch of chaotic teenagers. 

When Aizawa came out freshened up and dressed in his hero uniform, he was met with Y/n leaning on the kitchen counter in their pyjamas, sipping on coffee in their favourite mug and focussing on their phone. Y/n had a late start in the morning for their shift in the agency, so they tried making the most of their morning.

Aizawa walked towards them, placing both hands on the counter, confining them in between his arms. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his approach, placing their phone away and looking at him while having the rim of the mug on their lips as they took a sip. “Need anything?” A smirk played on their lips as Aizawa scoffed at their question, swiftly swooping down and placing a kiss on their lips. 

Y/n placed their mug on the counter, besotted in the affection their partner was showcasing. Aizawa brought his hands to their hips and helped them up onto the counter, slotting himself in between them with both hands on their thighs. Y/n ran their hand through his hair as they gazed at each other with deep longing and understanding. “You don’t have much time.” Y/n murmured, leaning their head onto his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his neck, making goosebumps arise on the touched skin.

“I know, I’m enjoying while I can.” Aizawa sighed, grabbing the mug Y/n had placed aside and taking a sip from it. Y/n let out a sound of disapproval, “you have your own coffee right there!” They pointed at the steaming mug placed on the kitchen table.

“Just giving yours a try.” He shrugged, a smile on his lips as he grabbed his mug and leaned back against the counter in between Y/n’s legs. Y/n ran their fingers through his hair, untangling the knots he seemed to not have brushed out. “I have patrol till six today, I won’t be home when you come back from work.” Y/n spoke.

Aizawa had his eyes closed as he savoured the warm beverage and the calm feeling of his partner working on his hair. “That’s alright, be sure to eat dinner early. Stay safe.” Aizawa was upset that they didn’t even get weekends to spend together to do normal couple things, it was a rare occurrence for both their schedules to align.

When Aizawa did enter his homeroom classroom, facing the rowdy students of class 1-A, he stumbled upon a conversation between Mineta and Kaminari, “(H/n) is so cool! I can’t believe they aren’t higher up in the hero rankings, they have an amazing record of defeating villains!” Kaminari gushed. 

“Forget that! Do you see how sexy they look? With that sweet nature of theirs, I’m sure they must be so submiss-” Bindings wrapped around the short grape boy as Aizawa held a menacing glare, the class hushing with the sudden change in mood.

“It would do you good not to speak of my partner in such a vulgar manner.”

A beat of silence was held before the class erupted in excitement and confusion, “partner?!”

Ashido raised her hand up high and wiggled it around before Aizawa sighed and beckoned her to speak, “sensei! Are romantically involved with (H/n)?!” 

There he’s done it, Aizawa was aware of his class idolizing Y/n and now he’s gotten his privacy breached. “Yes, we are married.”

Ensue more shock and raised hands.

After a gruelling day of being interrogated by his students and teaching, Aizawa made his way home before he would start his nightly patrol. Shoving the keys in the lock, he opened the door and let himself inside, upset that he would be home alone for the remainder of his time.

“Ah, shit!”

Aizawa froze as he heard the sound coming from the bathroom, eyes glancing towards the clock in the kitchen. Y/n wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He rushed his way into the bathroom to come across Y/n with a gash on the side of their head which they were tending to.

“What happened?!”

Y/n jumped at the sudden loud noise, turning around and finding their husband with a worried gaze settled onto their wound. “Nothing serious, I got caught off guard because of that stupid birdbrain of a hero.” Y/n waved it off, scoffing when they mentioned Hawks. Aizawa held their face in between his hands as he inspected the wound, it wasn’t deep but it would need to be cared for.

As Aizawa cleaned the blood around the wound and disinfected it, he brought up the incident today. “My class also really wants to meet you.” 

Y/n was aware of how much Aizawa adored his class, despite not wording it and pretending they were a lot of work. “I’d love to meet them too! I’m free tomorrow if you’d like.” Y/n offered. Aizawa swallowed nervously, “tomorrow sounds good.” Y/n had never visited U.A. while Aizawa was working, and he was nervous about the whole ordeal. 

To say he was nervous was an understatement, Aizawa kept glancing at the classroom door as he was teaching, wondering when they’d come in and how things would go. It wasn’t like him to be nervous but perhaps he wanted to show Y/n how well he could handle kids like they could.

As he monitored the class doing their worksheets, the door slid open revealing Y/n holding a small bento in their hands. “It’s (H/n)!” The class were bouncing with excitement and squeals could be heard. Y/n gave a friendly wave to the class as they made their way to Aizawa, giving him a kiss on the cheek, riling the students up more, before placing the bento box on his desk.

“Hello class 1-A! It’s great to finally meet you!” Y/n gave their brightest smile as they were excited to meet Aizawa’s ‘problem children’. They seemed to be a lively bunch with unique appearances, it was very endearing to see teenagers with bright smiles and a strong heart. 

“How’d you meet Aizawa sensei, (H/n)?” Ashido had questioned, buzzing with excitement as she gazed over what the hero was wearing. “You guys can call me Y/n.” Y/n winked, “also we met back in high school, but we were acquaintances until he started working with an underground agency and I gained the courage to ask him out.” 

“If Aizawa sensei can get someone like Y/n, then there’s still hope for us!” Kaminari wailed, a glare pointed at him by his teacher.

Y/n snickered, “despite his rugged appearance, he’s quite the charmer.” They praised, causing the girls in the class to swoon at the sweet words. 

“So Shota, are you going to show me how strong your class really is?”

Ground Beta never seemed to get awfully torn down when Y/n was in U.A., but it seems that Aizawa’s class held destructive and strong quirks that left their mouth wide open at the power a bunch of teenagers held. Especially the three Aizawa had mentioned once or twice in passing; Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, and Midoriya Izuku.

“Here dear, let’s get you hydrated.” Y/n handed Uraraka a bottle of water as the girl looked nauseas from the overuse of her quirk. “T-thank you!” Uraraka bowed timidly before shakily grabbing the bottle, Y/n just gave her a gentle smile and ruffled her hair, “you were so cool Uraraka, and your hero suit is adorable.” A fiery blush erupted on the girl’s face at the compliment and affectionate touch.

“What do you think of my quirk?!” An overexcited Kaminari ran over to the two, seeing his idol praise Uraraka had him craving for approval from the hero. “It’s very powerful, Kaminari! You’re doing great with the limited usage as well to not overwhelm yourself!” Y/n pinched his cheek, a slight static grazing the pads of their fingers as the blonde was jittering with joy. 

“Stop hogging her Denki!” Jirou had shoved the blonde away, “Jirou! I’m so excited to be seeing more of your quirk in use! I love how calm you are while IN action!” 

“Y/n! Can we train together?”

“Yeah! I wanna see what it’s like fighting a real pro!”

Y/n grinned at their enthusiasm and agreed, all of class A seemed to have brightened up and tried their best to show off to their idol.

Aizawa was watching from a distance, a soft smile on his lips as he watched his partner interact with his students. They were always good with kids, especially teenagers, as they claimed all the kids ever want is someone to listen to them and understand their thought process. Maybe he would bring Y/n along often to training during their off days. 

[brewedlove]

Supporting Reader During Their Low Point

Series/Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Character (x reader): Class 1-A, Shota Aizawa

Relationship to Reader: Platonic

Reader Specifications: Reader is in Class 1-A

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Mental Break Down

Requested: Yes

A/N: This was a lot longer than I thought it was going to be but that’s a good sign that I’m slowly getting back into writing again. As usual, the Reader’s gender, sex, nationality and ethnicity are unspecified so I think everyone should be free to read. (Click the pictures for better quality).

UPDATED A/N: If you recognize this piece on a different blog under the name @iwritesinsandsins it’s because Tumblr silenced all my posts there so I’m starting over again. (／ˍ・、)

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Being the closest to you, Jirou and Yaoyorozu could tell something was off with you that day.

While you brushed it off when asked, they knew better.

Others like Tsuyu, Ochako, Bakugo, Midoriya, and Aizawa noticed the change in you, too.

Although you may not have been doing anything differently, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu are well-emotionally connected to themselves and others to the point where they can feel the drop in mood; it’s sort of like a sixth sense to them.

Jirou is the same but doesn’t know how to approach the situation unlike the others who are more comfortable in asking you about your well-being.

Midoriya, Bakugo, Tsuyu and Aizawa are observant enough to notice any subtle changes in your behavior.

While Deku and Tsu may be more open to confronting you directly and get straight to the point, they do their best to do it in a gentle manner as how Uraraka and Yaoyorozu would.

They, along with Jirou, are not quite the nurturing kind and will ask if there’s anything they can do to help you.

Meanwhile, Bakugo and Aizawa are men of a few words who are fully aware that they’re not the most emotionally available or verbally comforting person.

Instead, they show you they’re there for you through small acts of service so when you lock yourself away in your room, they’ll leave food and a drink outside your door.

With a knock, they’ll announce that they brought you something and will leave it right there when you need it.

Iida, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, and Tokoyami are also ones that will leave you things at your door but unlike Bakugo and Aizawa, they’ll place not only necessities but little gifts that they think you’ll like, too.

It could be the next book to a novel you were waiting on getting or a charm you were eyeing last week.

Before they leave, they’ll always add where you can find them when you’re ready and need someone to lend an ear.

Kirishima, Koda, Jirou, and Midoriya will come to your door and make themselves comfortable sitting in front of your room.

They talk to you through the door about some silly light-hearted moment they experienced in hopes of making you smile even if they can’t see it.

When the tension eases a bit, they’ll gradually lead the conversation about your experiences in the Hero course and the villain attacks.

They are the ones who talk you through the difficulties that no one blames you for.

Whether you reply back to them is up to you and they’ll respect and understand your choice.

Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero manage to get into your room through the balcony with the help of Aoyama.

With the four of them, they embrace you in a group hug.

It’d end up being a giant cuddle session while they talked about anything and everything.

It’s likely they told you a very detailed explanation on how they managed to get in before they veer towards the more serious topic.

Like the previous group, they get where you’re coming from and don’t mind if you don’t reply or make any comments; they’re fully capable of carrying the whole conversation together.

Hagakure may or may not have joined them on this quest,

Like Jirou, Todoroki and Mineta are awkward and unsure how to approach you.

That doesn’t mean they don’t care, though but prefer to wait until you’re ready to come back out; they look out for you and will notice the signs of your mental health spiralling easier than before.

Todoroki and Mineta make sure you don’t forget anything and will keep you company.

On the battlefield, they find themselves looking for you first and will stick by you until the villains are finished.

Overall, the class knows that being in the Hero Course isn’t easy and truthfully, there isn’t any way to take back from any of these battles.

But what they do know is that it’ll get easier with time and you are capable of growing around the low points.

No matter how fine and tough you all seem to be, those bad days are inevitable but you’re not in it alone.

Even Heroes need saving and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

They all will encourage you and each other to use that and turn it into strength and motivation.

By letting yourself be vulnerable, they’ll be there to help you bounce back and come out stronger each time.

Being strong is good, but admitting to the bad aspects and using them to improve yourself can make you stronger if you allow it.

Together, you’re the future and inspiration of the next generation of Heroes.

[whumperooni]

Oh to be mountain man aizawa's darling cutie whom he lies with in front of a blazing fireplace among the softest furs he hunted, eating warm meals, exchanging warm and whisky flavored kisses, holding each other close and then making feverish love under the furs, when outside of your little love nest is a raging storm that can shake the mountains but you two remain in a warm embrace 💜 i'm so sorry for being somft, it's just that kinda mood for me ;;

Digging this out of my inbox because I’m feeling somft myself today ♡

it’s a little short but;;;;

tags/warnings: no warnings! just somft Aizawa ♡

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“Shota? Come to bed...’m cold.”

Cold? How can you be cold when you’re nestled under both furs and blankets? When the fire is heating up the cabin?

You just want some attention is all.

And he’s glad to give you it.

Shota huffs, fondly, and he sets aside his knife, brushes the wood shavings off the desk and onto the weathered floor. He doesn’t bother sweeping it up- he can do that later- and he goes to you instead, runs his eyes over your sleepy face and the way the furs slip off your shoulder when you reach a hand toward him.

You smile whenever he captures your hand, sigh sweetly when he brushes his lips over your knuckles. You’re so soft like this- whiskey mellowed and darling, drowsy- and he can’t help how his lips twitch with a small smile whenever you try to tug him into the bed.

“Need to put some wood on the fire,” he mumbles, squeezing your hand before pulling it away. “It’s about to start storming- it’ll get cold.”

You hum, nodding, and you let him move away. He can feel your hooded gaze on him as he adds a log to the fire, as he strips off his clothes, and he finds your lip bitten when he turns back to you, your cheeks heated.

“Don’t look so cold now.”

The tease has you pouting, but it’s small and there’s a quiet twinkle in your eyes- something that sparkles brighter when he climbs into the bed. You nestle into him as soon as he lays down and Shota pulls you even closer, runs his callused hands over your body and soaks in your content sigh.

“Chickens are up, right?”

A hum sounds from you and you nod against him, curl your fingers against his chest whenever he dotes a kiss to your hair.

“Mmhmm. Covered the garden too...”

“Thanks.”

Another hum and then the soft pitter patter of rain on the roof sounds, mixes with the crackle of the fire and the quiet creak of the cabin as a gust of wind blows across the mountain. Shota holds you a little tighter and you nestle against him, hook a leg over his hip before peeking up your eyes up at him. You rock against him, just a little, and he huffs when your wetness glides along his cock.

Needy thing.

He rolls you over and you sigh as he does, arch your hips and burrow your face into the pillows when his hands run over your soft ass, squeeze at your cheeks gently.

It’s so easy sinking into your warm heat- easy as the way living with you is, easy as the way you walked into his isolated life and claimed him as yours.

Thunder rumbles outside, but it does nothing to cover the way you moan so contently, the way you sigh like something so perfectly pleased when his hips meet your ass, when he’s sheathed inside you to the very hilt.

You’re so wet, so warm- the heat of you makes him melt faster than any fire could, has his weariness evaporating in an instant in its wake. Cunt, body, love- it’s all so tender, so warm.

He never knew this warmth until you popped into his life with determination and a smile, friendliness and an open hand. He never knew how happy he could be to share his life with someone so sweet and happy, so bubbly and carefree.

He needed you in his life- he always did.

“Mmm, Shota- oh, Shota, there, please...”

A quiet begging, a darling little plea- Shota grinds deep inside of you and he soaks in the way you mewl, hums as you clench around his cock and curl your fingers into the sheets.

Slow, gentle- it’s a lovemaking that fills the cabin with soft sighs and tiny moans, little grunts that rumble up from his chest and sound in his throat. When he comes, you cry out but that too is soft- something that nearly gets lost underneath the noise of thunder and rain and the creaking of the trees outside.

He doesn’t slip out of you when it’s done. No, he stays nestled in you and he pulls you to his chest, tucks you under his chin and presses a kiss to your hair.

You’re asleep in seconds- full and soft with smile on your face- and Shota follows after- relaxed and content, smiling himself as you gently clench around him despite how you’re drifting through dreams.

The storm rages outside but the two of you don’t notice- you’re asleep, smiling, warm and wrapped in a quiet love that a storm could never disturb.

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I don't know if you write for Aizawa but I could use some good Aizawa smut. He doesn't often have good smut🖤🙏🏽💛

So sorry this took so long this went from a headcanon to a full fic before I knew what happened.

The beast tames a brat

You decide to get revenge on your boyfriend only for it to backfire.

Shota aizawa x female reader

TW: degradation, OVERSTIMULATION, slight PREDATOR KINK, fucked stupid.

Word count 1477.

You were definitely in a mood today. You had been restless and horny all morning and when you texted your boyfriend to ask when he'd be home he had given you a one word response of "eventually". This was not a good idea on his part as you immediately started planning your retaliation. After a quick shower you started your plan. You took pictures in your towel, took pictures of you slowly slipping it off frame by frame but never letting the full sight of your breasts or pussy be in the shots. You put on makeup and pulled out some of your favorite lingerie. 3 absolutely mouth watering peices that had never failed to have shota pushing you against the nearest hard surface. It took about an hour but you completed the most sexy solo photo shoot that you had ever done. You made sure to include a variety of toys and positions that would have shota losing his damn mind.

Once it was around the time the school broke for lunch you started sending your pictures to his phone. The first one received no response, just the icon showing he had seen it. So you sent the next one, each picture was sent 20 minutes after the last as you tried to give him time to respond. He never did so when you ran out of the sexy yet tame pictures you sent one of the most naughty ones you had taken. Within 5 minutes he was calling you. You let it go to voice mail before sending another picture even more naughty than the first. He called again and this time you picked up. You didn't even get a chance to say hello before his deep, frustrated voice came through the speaker.

"Princess when I get home you better be ready for your punishment. If you wanna act like a slutty bitch then I'm going to treat you like one. Your gonna remember not to fuck with me even if I have to spend all night reminding you why."

He hung up the phone while you were still in a daze. You were definitely gonna get the raw fuck you were craving tonight. You thought for a moment and smiled, you still had some more pictures including the one you had take with your ass spread showing the plug in your and the dildo stuffing your pussy. So being the brat you were you sent it giggling at how shota was definitely going to get you for that. You ended up not having to wait very long for him to get you as an hour later he came home. Shota stalked through the apartment like a beast, throwing off his clothes as he went. You looked up at him as he came into the bedroom more than a little shocked to see him so early. The corners of his mouth turned up in a cruel almost sadistic manner that you really didn't want to call a smile.

"What's the matter princess? Afraid of the consequences for teasing your man?"

He launched himself on the bed grabbing your ankle as you made to scramble off the bed. Pulling you back towards him with one hand he caught the front of the black lace lingerie set you had yet to change out of, using only two fingers he tore it right down the middle leaving you bare except for the tattered scraps. Keeping his hold on your ankle he rubbed his thumb against the pulse point he found there before trailing slow kisses down your leg. When he reached your inner thigh he paused staring up at you until you locked eye's. Once he knew you wouldn't look away he kissed your thigh gently, slowly sucking on your dampening skin. Then he grinned and bit down making you whimper and buck at the slight pain. You whined his name as he moved on to your pussy,kissing all around your lips without ever touching where you really needed him. Reaching down you grabbed his hair as you begged him to touch you properly. Relief swept through you as he made to do just that. It was short lived though as shota took that chance to begin mercilessly fucking your needy hole with his tongue. The pleasure was intense enough to have you panting and pulling on his hair, but it wasn't enough to make you cum. Over the next hour no matter how much you begged, pleaded, and threatened him he just continued to keep you on the edge of release.

" I told you baby your gonna remember why you shouldn't fuck with me. I already called your boss on my way over your not working tomorrow. Not that you could with the jelly legs I'm going to give you."

Whimpering you desperately tried to wiggle out of his grasp more than a little regretful of your bratty actions from the afternoon. Shota decided to give you a little taste of what the rest of the night would be like when he locked both his arms around your thighs and sucked your clit into his mouth. You didn't even last a full minute before you were coming against his lips. But he didn't stop, he kept sucking your clit. Shota had latched on to your clit, sucking hard until he got what he was working for. You came for a second time in less than five minutes squirting all over his face with a squeal. He drank and licked your squirt, making sure to get his fill. Sitting up shota flipped you to your back while you still panted and twitched form the overstimulation. Kneeling behind you he pulled your hips back to rest on his thighs. Adjusting his grip on your hips shota chuckled darkly.

" I hope your ready princess because your kings about to give you everything you were begging for. I'm going to fuck the brat right out of this slutty little cunt."

With precision that no man should have he began ramming his cock inside your still twitching hole. His every thrust was angled to hit your gspot, he continued to hammer it as he fucked you with only six or so inches of his thick cock. You were so fucked out already that all you could do was lay there moaning and mumbling gibberish. Shota continued his pace relentlessly his mind sinking into a feral place where his only thought was to pull as many orgasms from you as he could. Growling as his release came closer shota finally gave up on his torturous game to instead fuck you like the beast he truly was at his core. Griping your thighs tighter he pounded all his ten and a half inches of cock into your already over stretched pussy. Your back was arched as you sobbed out your pleasure, shota's heavy thrusts keeping you in a constant state of orgasm with no end insight. This was what you had been wanting, what you had been needing. To be taken animalisticly by your man, your king, your unchained beast. Seconds turned to minutes as shota finally let himself go, shoving his cock head flush with your already bruised cervix he let out a primal shout as he came. At his core the man who called himself your king was cunning beast, but one that loved and lusted after you unconditionally. The sound set something off inside of you that made you want to find a way to submit to him even more than you already had. The heat of his cum set you of into your final orgasm. You screamed, your eyes rolling back in your head while your pussy milked his cock for every drop almost as if it was trying to suck his seed into your womb. Pulling out of you shota grabbed your phone off the bedside table and turned on the camera, recording a few seconds of your hole gapping open, grasping at nothing before his cum slowly started to leak from it. He let a little drip out , catching on your clit before pushing it back inside of you.

" you did so good for me baby. I know your gonna do even better on our next round. I need that tight little hole milking me again already."

You sighed as he placed sweet kisses down your back. The little part of your brain that was still functioning knew what you were doing when you sent those pictures for sure but from the looks of it you might need to be a little more patient and less brash the next time you teasing your beastly king. But for now you were gonna nap while he kissed and massaged your spent body. You had more rounds of fucking coming and you really did wanna be good for your king tonight.

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(A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles

Word count: 3876

Warnings: Attempted murder. 

Title: (A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles 

Summary: You get thrown overboard and an Alpha with inky black tentacles and hair to match saves you. 

(Gif not mine) (Sho when you give him attitude the first scene.) 

💤-You had thought it would be the best week of your life. 

💤-You had just gotten married to a charming Alpha and you were supposed to spend the week on an island in honeymoon bliss. The thought of hanging out on the sand with your mate made your heart warm. 

💤-If only you found out about your Alpha’s evil intent. 

💤-The three months of courting and spontaneous proposal and here you were. Getting sea-sick on a boat in the middle of nowhere. There were only three people on board. 

💤-You, your Alpha, and the captain. 

💤-It was supposed to be a romantic boat ride to watch a pod of dolphins but you spent half the time with your head over the side of the boat. 

💤-“Alpha, I think we should go back. I’m not feeling too good.” You sadly crooned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

💤-“Aw, are you sure we can’t wait it out? I know how much you love dolphins. Just think about how you will get to see them jumping around and hearing their little trills. We are almost there after all.” They soothed, rubbing your back. 

💤-You don’t remember telling them that you liked dolphins. You felt bad that they had planned this and you were ruining their thoughtful gift. 

💤-“Yeah, I can tough it out.” You croaked, giving them a shaky smile. 

💤-“Great.” They smiled. 

💤-If only you were able to distinguish the darkness in their smile. 

***

💤-One second you were leaning over the boat once more and the next you felt a forceful bump from behind and you went headfirst into the cerulean colored water. 

💤-Your chirps of surprise mixed with the sounds of the lapping water. 

💤-“Alpha! Help! I’ve fallen overboard.” You cried, thrashing in the water. 

💤-You weren’t a strong swimmer. At that moment you regret agreeing with your Alpha in foregoing a life jacket. They had convinced you that it would look weird in all of the pictures you would take. 

💤-You realized now it was just a lie to make sure you sank to the bottom of the ocean. 

💤-Your Alpha merely smirked at you as the Captain pulled away. Leaving you stranded in the middle of the ocean. You didn’t bother holding back your sobs and whimpers. Your arms were getting tired and it hadn’t even been ten minutes since your Alpha ditched you. 

💤-You heard a small splashing sound a few feet away from you. 

💤-“Who’s there? If you’re a shark, please go away! I’m already having a terrible day.” You cried, frantically splashing your arms in the water. 

💤-“Not a shark.” A deep voice uttered. 

💤-You yelped and turned in their direction. A male, with black hair and eyes, peered over at you. 

💤-“What are you doing here?” You stuttered, your brain not comprehending why there would be a man swimming out here.  

💤-“Fishing.” He calmly said, moving a little closer to you. 

💤-“This far out?” You felt yourself inching towards him as well. Underneath the strong smell of sea salt, you smelled the familiar scent of an Alpha. Your Omega was eager to seek comfort in the Alpha. 

💤-Don’t you think Alpha’s should be on our shit list right now? You reprimanded, glaring at your love-struck Omega.  

💤-Not this Alpha, he smells safe. She crooned, giving the Alpha heart eyes. 

💤-“What are you doing this far out?” He lifted a brow, sending you a questioning look. 

💤-“Sunbathing.” You flatly stated, glaring at him. You were in no mood to talk to an Alpha. Being thrown overboard by one would do that. 

💤-“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” He deadpanned, making like he was gonna swim away. 

💤-“No, wait!” You chirped, quickly swimming onto him and latching on. 

💤-His muscled arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him. Your tired legs were quick to wrap around him as well. Your feet felt something soft brush against them. 

💤-One of your hands reached down and pulled the thing up. 

💤-“Tentacle.” You uttered, staring at the black tentacle in disbelief. You looked down and saw eight others along with it. 

💤-Your brain was done with the stress of the day. Your vision went fuzzy and then you went slack in the arms of the black-haired Alpha. 

***

💤-You woke up on soft sand, your hands scrunching in the white grains. 

💤-“Good, you’re up.” A voice called, their tone soothing. 

💤-You rolled your head to the left and saw the same man from before resting his arms on the flat rocks near the water. It looked like you were in a cave of sorts. The water sparkled a brilliant turquoise, much lighter than the deep cerulean of the ocean. 

💤-“Hi.” You mumbled your limbs felt heavy and weak. 

💤-“I can hear your empty stomach from here.” He rumbled, his inky eyes noticing your weakened state. 

💤-You saw his inky tentacles swish in the water behind him. You sat up in a hurry, shuffling on your butt away from him.  

💤-“Don’t eat me! I won’t taste good.” You cried, looking around for a rock to throw at him. 

💤-He merely sighed at your fear. 

💤-“If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it when you were passed out.” He drawled, leaning his head on his arms. “I wouldn’t have saved you from drowning either.” 

💤-You blinked at his words, thinking them over.

💤-True, he could have left you stranded in the ocean, but instead, he swam you to land. 

💤-“Oh... sorry.” Your voice was small. 

💤-“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” He tilted his head back observing your meek frame. 

💤-Your stomach decided to make itself known. The whale sounds bouncing off the cave walls. You felt your cheek warm. 

💤-“I got enough fish for both of us. I already ate my share.” He stated, pointing a finger to the big pile of fish a few feet away from you. 

💤-Their dead eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt green, your eyes darting away from the scaly pile. 

💤-“I think I’ll pass.” You cringed, holding your knees to your chest. 

💤-“Omega, you need to eat.” The inky-haired Alpha reprimanded, his eyes narrowing. 

💤-You sat straighter, his words calling at your Omega. She wanted to obey but the smell of raw fish was too much for her as well. 

💤-“I can’t, Alpha. I can’t eat raw fish.” You tucked your head down. 

💤-“How else do you eat it?” He questioned, leaning forward a bit, your sweet smell was making his tentacle shiver in delight. 

💤-His species didn’t have many females, and the ones that he has come across were very aggressive. They only have two things on their mind, mating and dominating. 

💤-They were very possessive of their space and couldn’t handle a male around them for long. He guessed that was why his species was slowly dying out. A small voice in his head told him that Omegas like you would help solve the problem. 

💤-No. You were meant for land, just as he was for water. He would take care of you until the upcoming storm passes and then he would drop you off near a local beach. 

💤-“Cooked. Well, I guess there is sushi, but it’s bad to eat it raw in case of parasites.” You formed, resting your chin on your knees. 

💤-He stared at you in confusion. 

💤-“What’s that?” He rumbled, frustrated that your differences were already showing. 

💤-“It’s when you cook it on the oven.” You replied, looking around at the cave and realizing there would be no pan-searing happening anytime soon. “Or over a fire.” 

💤-“What’s fire?” He questioned, his brain not connecting the word with anything. 

💤-You offered a quick explanation of the flickering element. 

💤-“Oh, so you need wood. I can go find some driftwood.” He pushed away from the edge of the water, getting ready to dive under the water and swim through the tunnel connecting his cave to the sea. 

💤-“It kinda has to be dry.” You said, unraveling yourself from your legs and standing up. You spotted a small entrance to the cave. You would have to crouch a bit to get out but at least you would be able to find firewood. 

💤-“I’ll go get some.” You wiped off the sand from your clothes and headed over. 

💤-“Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if it is dangerous?” His eyes held slight panic, the thought of not being able to see you. 

💤-What if you made a run for it? What if you went away and never came back? His strong arms lifted himself from the water.

💤-“I’ll come with you.” He stated, trying to get all of his tentacles on land. 

💤-You watched him struggle to find his balance on the slippery sand. You felt yourself slightly shiver looking at his huge form, seeing just how big and intimidating he was. 

💤-An Alpha indeed. 

💤-“Don’t worry about it! You stay here. I’ll be quick.” You encouraged, pointing him towards the pile of fish. 

💤-“If you can skin those and gut them I would be grateful.” You tried to persuade him using his caretaker instincts against him.  

💤-He realized he wouldn’t be much help on land away and conceded, dutifully going over to the pile and getting to work. You nodded and went out. You came back quickly, not wanting to worry the poor Alpha. 

💤-Once you walked back in the inky-haired male sent you a tiny smile before going back to his task. He made sure not a single scale was left. 

💤-You dropped the firewood down onto the sandy floor before going around the cave, picking up rocks to put around the fireplace. You got it the fireplace settled but the part of lighting the fire was more difficult than you thought. 

💤-“Ugh! I can’t get it.” You whined, tossing the sticks down. 

💤-You had been rubbing them for five minutes and not a single strand smoke greeted you. 

💤-“What are you trying to do?” The quiet Alpha asked, looking up from his task of gutting. 

💤-“Making fire, or at least trying to.” You grumbled, glaring at the useless sticks. 

💤-“Can I help?” He moved to your side, picking up the sticks. 

💤-You showed him what to do and soon enough a small flame graced the cave. Your eyes take in the flickering flame. Your Omega was happily purring. 

💤-See, he’s a great Alpha. He can make fire. She cooed, eyeing up his strong arms. 

💤-Don’t go all cave-women on me. You hissed, not willing to admit you were also impressed with his fire-making skills. 

💤-He winced against the heat. Since he was done with the fish he slipped back into the water. His body sighing in relief as the cool water hydrated his skin and tentacles. 

💤-You got to work on cooking the fish, soon enough you had two wonderfully grilled pieces of fish. You looked over at him and offered a piece to him. The face he made after eating it was priceless. 

💤-It was like the face of a baby who was given a lemon for the first time. 

💤-“I guess you are not a fan.” You giggled, chewing on your unseasoned fish. 

💤-“I’ll stick to raw.” He shook his head. 

***

💤-It had been two days since your Alpha tried to kill you. Shota had told you that he wouldn’t be able to take you to civilization just yet. A big storm was coming and it would be hard to get you to shore with the rough waves it brought. 

💤-You had spent the days in the water with Shota or on the island collecting firewood and coconuts. You had yet to find freshwater so coconuts had been your main source of water. 

💤-You had a rough time opening them but Shota was quick to excellently crack them open. Your Omega was all too pleased to point out, once again, about what a great Alpha he was. 

💤-“I made this for you.” You held up a hair tie that you had made. You spent the day weaving it together. Sho had been gone most of the day so it was easy to surprise him with it. 

💤-He looked at the hair tie in awe. You had added tiny shells to it to make it more pretty. 

💤-It was clearly a mating gift, or at least he thought so. First, you shared a bit of your food with him, something only mates did, and then you made him a courting gift. 

💤-Now all that was left was for you to solidify your interest in him by touching his gills. Something that you unknowingly did not even ten minutes after you gifted him the hair tie. 

💤-“Let me comb your hair a bit. It looks like a rats nest.” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the pool, with your legs dipped in the water. 

💤-He was hesitant to turn his back to you. It was a big taboo with his kind. You never turned your back on anyone outside of your pod. “Come on. I don’t bite.” 

💤-He slotted his shoulders between your legs. He didn’t relax until he felt your fingers weave their way into his knotted hair. You felt his chest rumble at your soothing touch. 

💤-“I figured it must be difficult to see when you're swimming.” You hummed, enjoying the way his obsidian locks felt like silk.

💤-You tied back his hair once all of his knots were untangled, you swept back the few strands that escaped from the tie, unknowingly tracing his gills. Shota shot out of your grasp, flustered at your bold actions. 

💤-“I’ll go get us dinner.” He stuttered, quickly swimming out of the cave. 

💤-“But you just came back from fishing?” You said, surprised at his abrupt departure. 

💤-He was gone before you could even finish your sentence. 

***

💤-“Thank you for the crab, Shota.” You hummed, cracking open the scarlet leg. 

💤-“No problem, there were a bunch of them not too far from the cave.” He leaned against the rocks. His eyes not quite meeting yours. He fibbed a bit, he had to swim quite the distance to get them. 

💤-He was just happy to give you something that you wanted. You had mentioned the pointy little creatures and he was all too eager to see a smile on your face. The cute little chirps you made while biting into the sweet meat struck him right in his three hearts. 

💤-Ever since your fingers grazed against his gills he had been more affectionate. 

💤-You usually slept near the fire at night but you would somehow wake up near the pool wrapped up in his tentacles. He was even more worried when you left the cave for any reason. 

💤-He particularly didn’t like it when you bathed away from him. He knew about the dangers of the ocean so he was more on edge to leave you in it by yourself. He had also taken to bringing you back beautiful shells and rocks. 

💤-Shota was hesitant to tell you that the storm receded and he could take you back now. It didn’t matter, you were courting, basically mates at this point. 

💤-“Shota....” You trailed off, your eyes not able to meet his. 

💤-“Yes, Omega?” He rumbled, he picked up on your scent, it was uneasy. 

💤-“I was wondering when we were gonna go back to shore.” You asked, flitting your eyes over to him. 

💤-“Back to shore?” The words felt itchy against his throat. His tentacles coiling in the water, wishing to hold you close in his arms. You can’t leave if you are tangled in his limbs. 

💤-“Well, I need to get back. I don’t know how long my back can handle sleeping on sand another night.” You rubbed your aching back. “I miss curling up in bed, warm tea, and reading books.” 

💤-Each word was like shark's teeth ripping into him. He supposed he would miss the waves of the sea if he was on land. You both were still too different. His Alpha was howling in his head. 

💤-She can’t leave! She is ours! He howled. 

💤-Ours or not. She needs somewhere better to live. Shota sadly argued. Our cave wasn’t suited for a human Omega. 

💤-Wait a damn minute. That blond still owes me a favor. He thought, not believing he didn’t think of him sooner. 

💤-Yeah! Make that Beta build our Omega a home. His Alpha yipped. 

💤-“I know a friend who has a place around here,” Shota said, happy that you wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon. 

💤-The Alpha didn’t waste any time pulling you into the water and swimming you to his friend’s beach house. 

***

💤-“What do you mean you want me to build her a house!” The blond’s eyes widened, he stared at his friend in shock. 

💤-“You make her a house on your island so she can stay here,” Shota explained again, you would think he was talking about the weather with how calm he was being. 

💤-He was glad you were using the blond’s shower. He didn’t want you around for his annoying yelling. 

💤-“I can’t just build a house for an Omega you found in the sea! Next thing I know I’ll have to build an apartment complex.” The blonde huffed, running his hand through his long hair. 

💤-“No apartment complex. I want a house for my Omega.” The dark-haired male glared, angry that the blond would even suggest he would stray from his Omega. He wouldn’t even consider it. 

💤-Plus, It’s not like the sea was filled with unmated Omegas after all. 

💤-“Your Omega? Like your bonded Omega?” The blond lifted a brow, not quite sure his ears were working properly.  

💤-“Yes. My Omega. My forever mate.” The Alpha rumbled his chest warming at his words. 

💤-“Mmm. I suppose I can see what I can do. It might take a couple of weeks though? Are you fine with her staying here with me?” Hizashi questioned, knowing the Alpha male well. 

💤-The Alpha growled at him. 

💤-“You stay on your side of the house and I won’t have a problem.” He glowered, lunging slightly out of the water to intimidate him a bit. 

💤-“Woah, there big guy! No need to threaten me. I’ll be on my best behavior.” The blond backed away from the patio’s edge. 

💤-The patio was flush against the sea. A perfect spot for the millionaire to lounge out in his speedo. 

💤-“Good. I’ll consider your debt paid.” Shota hummed, eyeing your freshly showered form making your way over. 

💤-“Wow, you have a great shower Hizashi.” You beamed, rubbing a towel to your wet hair. 

💤-“Thank you. Please be sure to help yourself to some food. I doubt this guy had anything besides fish in his little damp cave.” The blond teased, making sure to move a safe distance away from the male in the water. 

💤-“Thank you!” You chirped, making yourself at home in his kitchen.

💤-Shota enjoyed the bright smile on your face as you threw a meal together. He did get a little concerned when you brought out a knife to chop vegetables but you seemed comfortable with the blade so that calmed him some. 

💤-He was content in leaning over the patio’s edge, happy that you were happy. He felt like he could be here, watching you from the water’s edge, for the rest of his life. 

***

💤-Two weeks later and the little beach house on the other side of the island was built. You almost didn’t believe it when Shota swam you to it. 

💤-“This is mine?” You gasped looking at the wooden beach house. It looked like it cost an arm and a leg to make. 

💤-“Yup, Hizashi owed me a favor. He got drunk one night and decided to go night fishing. I saved the dumb fool from a hungry shark and brought him back home.” He rolled his eyes at the blonde’s antics. 

💤-“But why?” You asked, wondering why he used his debt to make you a house. 

💤-Surely he knew you would have to go back to your old life sometime soon. During you stay with Zashi’s house you had informed him of your previous Alpha’s actions. The billionaire was all too pleased to put the Alpha behind bars. It took a while for the police to investigate so you were invited to stay with him while everything was sorted out. 

💤-They kept the fact that you were alive a secret from the public. They wanted the Alpha to think he got away with it.  

💤-The Alpha was claiming you both were on the boat when the storm came and knocked you overboard. That they tried to get to you but you were too far away and they got separated from you. 

💤-It wasn’t until the captain of the boat folded and told them what had happened, that the Alpha was finally cuffed and sent to prison. 

💤-“Because we’re courting obviously.” The black-haired Alpha stated, his eyes lovingly connected with yours.  

💤-His three hearts truly beat for you. 

💤-“Courting? Since when?” You leaned back, surprised at his words. 

💤-“Since you gave me a courting gift and touched my gills.” He said, perplexed by your reaction.

💤-“I don’t remember touching your gills?” You tilted your head to the side trying to recall if you ever did. 

💤-“When you would put my hair up. You would always touch them. Did you not mean to?” His voice grew small as he realized you didn’t know what the touch would mean. 

💤-“I didn’t mean to.” You said, your heart picking up. Did he think you were courting the entire time? 

💤-“What about my courting gifts? You accepted them.” He pushed, nervously swimming forward.

💤-“Your seashells and rocks? I didn’t think they meant anything.” You mumbled, your eyes looking down in your lap. 

💤-You didn’t think he would be interested in you that way. You were a human after all. Didn’t he want to be with someone his kind? It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of spending the rest of your days with him but you never truly accepted the fact that it could be a reality. 

💤-“Oh.” He sank into the water, his nose submerged. 

💤-The action made you think he was about to swim away and you would never see him again. You nearly broke the poor man’s neck jumping on top of him the way you did. 

💤-“Wait! I didn’t say I wouldn’t court you.” You exclaimed, holding onto him tight.

💤-“Really?” He breathed, the light in his eyes flickering again. 

💤-“Yes! I’ll be sure to make you an actual courting gift. Though I’m having a difficult time thinking about what it should be. I usually gave my other Alphas a crocheted scarf.” You blinked, realizing the man had no use for one.

💤-“Other Alphas.” He growled, his tentacles squeezing you possessively.  

💤-“Don’t worry about them. They are long gone. You are the only Alpha I’m thinking about now.” You hummed, pecking him lightly on the lips. 

💤-You felt a spark shoot down your spine at the small touch. 

💤-The pleasant purr that came out of his chest made you giggle. 

💤-“More.” He purred, leaning forwards. 

💤-“Anything for you Alpha.” You said, leaning forward to meet him. 

I mean there could be a few more Omegas stranded at sea. Who knows. 🤷‍♀️ Lol I almost didn’t post this so I hope you like it! Please be sure to leave a note and tell me your thoughts on this AU. 

[vs-redemption]

It's been a rough day at work and I hurt my toe when I got home, so whenever you get a chance, a drabble or headcanons about some characters from either MHA or Haikyuu taking care of you after a bad day :( you can pick whichever you like <3 thanks Cindy <3

Nooo! I'm so sorry you had a rough day and hurt yourself. I hate that for you and even though I'm not a character, I am sending you all my love and good vibes in the hopes you feel better!

My Hero Academia

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

He's such an empath. He's more upset than you are that you had a bad day.

Struggles for a bit between doting on you and giving you your space. He wants to take care of you but worries about doing the wrong thing and making you feel worse.

100% ready to get or do anything if it will improve your mood. You name it, he'll do it.

He gives the best cuddles. You will not be disappointed.

Shota Aizawa

He completely understands how sucky it is to have a bad day.

As soon as he sees your face when you get home, he's already switching into comfort mode.

Gets you a cup of tea so you can sit and relax while he takes care of dinner.

Holds you close and lets you vent about your day unless you'd rather put something random on TV to get your mind off it.

Hitoshi Shinso

He knows you so well that as soon as he sees your face he knows you had a bad day

Sets out your favorite pajamas after you get into the nice hot bath he prepared for you.

Has you snuggle up next to him and a few cute plushies on the couch while pulling up some funny youtube videos on his phone.

Another boy with top tier cuddles. He strokes your hair and hums softly until you fall asleep.

Haikyuu

Kei Tsukishima

He feels really awkward at first when he finds out you had a bad day since he's not great at giving comfort.

Hands you a towel and tells you to take a shower to wash off the negativity of the day.

Puts on the playlist he knows you like once you're washed up and in your night clothes.

He pulls you into his lap with your back against his chest and starts reading out loud to you from a book you both love.

Osamu Miya

Showers you in affection! Holds you tight in his arms and peppers your face with kisses until you smile.

After he's sure you're feeling better he starts cooking your favorite meal. Checking on you every few minutes.

Offers to give you a back or foot massage to help you relax.

Cleans up and drags you to bed early so that you can rest up and start the next day happy and refreshed.

Koushi Sugawara

Wants to know every detail about your day as he holds you on his lap.

Holds your face in his hands and tells you how much he loves you before kissing your cheeks playfully.

Asks if you wanna stay in and cuddle or go out and do something fun to get your mind off your day.

Texts you twice as often the next day to make sure you're okay, even offering to leave work early to get you if you need to escape.

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