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[questioningmyexistence432]

'ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ.'

warnings - stalking

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he really didn’t know how you survived without him - he’d think to himself as he watched you fumble with your apartment door keys. watching you drop them to the floor and having to bend down, in that short skirt, to pick them back up. he watched - in a mix of fascination and slight annoyance. he always watched you with some sort of fascination - you were so…delicate and clumsy. how’d wonder how you got as far as you did without his surveillance. 

you hadn’t even questioned a thing - obviously not bothered by the constant pair of eyes on you. or, did you just not notice? that was even more concerning. it went from you just catching his eye to what it was now - him watching you from afar at every chance he got. tailing you as you go about your daily activities. it was a routine for both you and him. 

what really ticked him off? he’d been in your apartment countless times now. hell, he’d even placed a small camera on your bookshelf the last time he was there - with you sound asleep in your cosy-looking bed. he’d laid himself down on it a few times while you had been grocery shopping - taking in the comforting scent. even going so far as to bury his face in your pillow. 

he knew you would be his the first time he saw you. so what if he didn’t go about it conventionally. that didn’t matter to him and he would make sure it didn’t matter to you. it might be rough to start out but he knew you. knew more about you than anyone else did. he’d have you and you were going to be thrilled with that decision. 

so, as he continued to watch you. finally, you managed to open your apartment door. ‘now or never.’ - you’d be happy in your new home and you’d better be ecstatic at your new companion. after all, he went through so much to finally take you home - he expected some gratefulness from you.

[anjautembear]

Helloo. So this is my first post and I had this idea in my head after I listend to a song. English isn't my first language so sorry if there are spelling errors or sentences that don't make a lot of sence😅. I hope to the readers that read this like this as much as I do and sorry again if it doesn't make sence >_<. OKAY on to the story!!

Warning: Angst baby

Inspired by the song: All i want by kodaline

All i want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

He watches the door, hoping that she would walk threw it, greating him with that loving smile she always had, that still haunts him. He still hopes after weeks, but deep down he knows.

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

He misses her, her face is starting to blur in his memory of her, but he wishes to go back. He wishes that he took her face in detail, if he only knew, that she would no longer be here, he would have printed her loving gaze in his mind.

When you said your last goodbye

The day of her death, is the day he wishes that never happend, the day that cancer took her from him, a sickness he so hates, a day that will haunt him forever.

The sound of a heartmonitor beeping in the background, the doctors and nurces shoes squeking on the floor outside, people talking, the sound of the wind blowing outside, the autum air blowing threw the curtains. Her favourite season.

But all those noises are blurred, for his soulfocus, was her, his beloved, his wife. He remembers holding her hand so tight for he feared she would pass to soon, slip from his fingers. His hold is tight but not too tight, for he didn't want to brake her. She was already thin and fragile. He still hates that feeling of her thin hand holding his and not the once healthy hand. Cancer was a true nightmare.

Her last words, the words that haunt him still, her fairwell greating, was a request. She requested that he should move on, marry another, find a new person that would treat him well. That she still and would love him. She hates that she is dying but does not want her beloved to suffer when she's gone. Her last and final words,

"You were a wonderful experience, I loved every minute with you. You were the reason for my every smile...I think...I'm ready to go home..with a smile and the memorys of us. Please look after youself...please."

I died a little bit inside

As his tears fall after she said those words, her final breath was taken, and she was gone. Like the autum leaves she so loved, her soul being carried away, back home. Her final smile with one tear falling, will always haunt him. His tears mimicking hers, but a waterfall. His heart stoped beating that day, like hers, for his heart shatter after she ripped the bandage clean.

I lay in tears in bed all night

As he lays in his ice cold bed, that no longer has her sent and warmf. He stares at the picture of their wedding day next to his bed. He still hasn't taken it off. His lifeless eyes staring at her bright smile, her wedding dress blowing in the spring wind. Memorys of her laughter, a sickening reminder, of his regrets of not marrying her sooner.

Alone without you by my side

He can no longer sleep, he can't, he tried multible times. But he can't sleep without her warm body next to his. So he holds her pillow, that no longer has her sent, the perfume bottle she once used ,empty after he used it to remind him of her.

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me?

He doesn't know who to blame, himself, for not meating her sooner, cancer, a sickness that took her, or her, who left him a broken mess. A broken man who can't fix himself without her.

Take my body

Take my body..

All I want is

All I need is..

He felt like he should have been the one who left, he should be the one burried 6 feet under ground, he should be the one cold in the coffen, instead of his beloved, who didn't deserve it.

She was a bright light in a room full of dull lamps, he only saw her in a room full of people. But now she's a light no longer there, he is lost in the dark room. She is now no longer in the room full of people, he is surching, but she's already in the train of no return.

He needs her...but he no longer has her to save him

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

He tells himself he'll find another light, another person in the crowd, but deep down he knows that will never happen. She was the only 'somebody' he loved. But he'll try for her, he promised.

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Memorys flash his mind. The day they met, bumping into eachother, on a cold autum day. He remembers how pretty she looked, how her hair framed her face, her flushed cheeks in the cold air. Her smile. Her smile he so loved.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day he preposed, the ring that gleamed in the setting sun. Her tears of joy rolling down her soft warm cheeks he so loved to kiss in the morning. Her eyes gleaming, resembling the ring, the ring he will no longer use.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day of their wedding. Tears of joy and laughter in the air of close friends, but the only laugh he heard, was hers, his wife, his other soul.

Memorys flash now...regret coming back. The day of her funeral. The rain pooring down, her coffen laying there, her favourite flower ontop. Haunting him. Mocking him, mocking him that he will no longer be able to give those same flowers to her on valentimes-day.

Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me i'd never seen

He never thought that he could be loved, he always saw himself as the worst version of himself. But that all changed when she showed up in his life unexpectedly. She showed him parts of himself he has never seen before. She changed him into a better person. He never new he had these sides to him but she showed him like a hidden chapter between sticky pages glued together that he hid.

You took my soul and wiped it clean.

He was never a relegious person but she came to his life like a saint and changed his soul for the better. She saved him when he was stuck in a dark void of emptyness and anger. He worshiped her love like a person in church.

Our love was made for movie screens

If their love life was a movie. He was sure that everyone would have loved her as much as he did. They would have seen how deep their love was, how inlove he was. But he geasses that not every movie has a happy ending. There love story had a plot twist not even he could see coming.

Ooh, if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is..

All I need is..

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you, ooh

He promised himself, he promised you, that he would move on. Find somebody that would love him like you did, but he can't. He would have to brake that promise. He can't move on, you were his somebody...

Thank you for reading this, I hope this wasn't a bad story😅. Bye bye!!

Edit: Wow! I didn't think people would actually read this and like this post. Thanks for the love guys!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

[amuletx]

dating shota aizawa <3

[anukulee]

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It’s You and Me

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Basement Apartment pt 2

Green-Eyed Monster

The Dos and Don’ts Of Faking Dating (Series)

Yuck

Saturn Return

Gorgeous and Untouchable

Affection Eddie (Blurb)

My Type of Weird

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Small Details

Arranged Marriage

Confirmation

Neji Hyuga (Request)

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All We’ve Ever Known (Multi-Chapter) Remy LeBeau

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Melting (Remy LeBeau)

Taco Tuesday Nosy Neighbors Le coup de foudre (Remy LeBeau)

We Are Hanging On By A Thread (Erik Lensherr)

I Don’t Want To Hurt You (Kansaki Charlotte)

Fang Feelings pt 2 pt 3 (Kansaki Charlotte)

FluffyFantasticDucky (Loki Masterlist)

By Hook or By Crook (Loki Collection Series)

Outwitting the Serpent (Loki)

Tangled Hearts (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Lost Years (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Say Yes To Heaven (Shouta Aizawa)

Lendeah (Astarion Author masterlist)

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Party Foul pt 2 (Jeremiah Fisher)

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[ch3rry-blossom-skies]

"What happened wasn't your fault, you were 11,"

Akira looked up at the man holding her shoulder, tears falling down her cheeks.

"But it was! I was a monster-! Fuck! Dad! I still am a monster!"

Aizawa paused at the word 'Dad', and he shook his head, tightening his grip ever so slightly to emphasize his point.

"You were being groomed, abused, and bullied. Your parents knew all of it and gave you no empathy for your anger, in what world does that make you a monster?"

"But I hit her-!"

"You didn't know what else to do,"

Akira covered her face in her hands, sobbing silently as she tried to keep her composure, even just a little bit so she could look strong in front of the man she admired.

"I..."

"A child doesn't abuse their parents, that's not what happens,"

"You promise?"

"Promise,"

The rain patters down over the umbrella Aizawa was holding out for her, not caring that he got wet himself.

"I'm sorry I ran...I got scared..."

Aizawa shook his head, standing up and moving next to her after wiping her tears.

"It's okay, you're used to it. I'll make sure you don't have to run, I'll protect you from now on. I couldn't before, but I can now,"

She grasps his hand in her smaller one, and Aizawa smiles at the kid he now sees as his own.

[keulixeutin]

In Defense of Lightning

a/n: hi @coopigeoncoo (: HAPPY MERRY BELATED HOLIDAYS!!!!  i was your secret santa!!!!! hohohohohoh!!!!!!  isn’t that so funny since you were mine?  anyways, sorry it’s late, but i hope you enjoy it anyways!!!  <3

summary: aizawa has never wanted to find the other half of his soul marking. soulmate au. aizawa x fem!reader.  aizawa x chess-champion!reader.

cw: she/her pronouns, fem!reader.  soulmate au.  angst, aizawa denying himself happiness, swearing. lots of chess shit.

wc: 5,680.

Once, after a villain fight nearly takes off his head, Aizawa remembers that that’s where his soul marking is located: tucked away behind his right ear and dark hair.

For whatever reason, that’s enough for him to get curious about it.  He wonders what happens when two soulmates meet.  How do you know the other person is the one?  How do you even find each other?  And what changes after they’re found?

What if you find your soulmate, but you reject them anyways?

It’s a short googling stint.  Lasts a few days, a week tops.  The research isn’t particularly helpful.  It’s mostly anecdotal evidence, and they’re vague and contradictory.  There are just as many people saying things like, I just knew, or My whole body was filled with electricity, or There was just something in their eyes, as there are saying they didn’t know for years, even after marriage.

Eventually, Aizawa moves on.  His questions are unanswered, but his resolve solidifies.  He’s curious about it all, sure, and maybe, when he’s alone in his room, he can admit that he might be a bit of a romantic—or rather, if he had the chance in another life, that he could be.

But he’s not in another life.  He’s in this one, and the more experiences he has, the older he gets, the more he understands that it’s better if he never finds his soulmate.

It’s too unfair for someone to be bound to someone like him.

Despite his wishes, one day in the fall, his questions are answered—and he learns just how truly cruel the universe is.

When he sees you at a park one fateful autumn day, his understanding is just as spectacularly and explicitly vague as all the answers he had read online.

Aizawa knows it’s you before he knows.  

He knows it like an afterthought, like how he recalls gravity is a force at work only when he’s falling, or how he remembers that the human body is powerfully impressive only after he stands after a villain attack, or how he realizes that the whole world had been distorted up until this moment, up until right now.

The world suddenly shifts.  Refocuses.  He looks at the gingko leaves rustling over you and realizes that they aren’t the darkened gold he had registered prior, but a lemon-bright hue.

Aizawa walks over before his ears even recognizes the crunch of the dirt and gravel underneath his shoes. 

You must’ve just arrived because you’re still getting things set up at your picnic table.  You press play on your laptop and soft piano versions of popular songs fill the space around you.  You set out a couple of apple juice bottles and then surround it with individually packaged baked goods and snacks.  Finally, you unfold an egg sandwich and eat while you arrange the chessboard and its pieces.

The marking behind his ear begins to warm.

He knows he should turn away.  

He’s told himself for a long time now that, if he so happened to stumble upon his soulmate, that he would turn away without making himself known, without knowing what he would miss out on.  It’s easier that way.  You can’t miss something that you’ve never known.

However, walking away is harder when it’s not a hypothetical situation in his head, when he’s not looking at you, feet away, ethereal under the yellow leaves.

Before he can steel his wavering willpower, you look up and catch his gaze.  The depth of your [color] eyes makes him amend his previous thought: he doesn’t know that it’s you like an afterthought, but like a jolt, a blitz of lightning, a strike that illuminates an entire darkened sky.

“Hi,” you say.  Your voice is carried on the gentle autumn breeze, spinning around him like the music that surrounds you.  He doesn’t detect any surprise or realization or confusion in your voice, nothing that lets him know that you know it, too.  Still, he finds himself thinking that cadence of your voice is sweeter than the piano notes, and he’s immediately embarrassed by the thought.  

“Do you wanna play?” you offer.

Aizawa is only in the area to take a quick break; reviewing grades and creating lesson plans for future Pro Heroes inside his tiny apartment can get a little stifling.  He just wanted a brisk walk and a change of pace.  He hadn’t expected to find his soulmate or a chess match or a life changing choice—but you’re looking at him, and his marking is humming, and the universe is so unfair, and he’s so, so weak.

So he says, “Sure,” and closes the distance between the two of you.  He takes the opposite seat opposite and tries not to be overwhelmed by the smile that spreads across your face.

He doesn’t even know how to play, Aizawa thinks, sighing internally—and it doesn’t take long for you to catch on.

You checkmate him in six moves.  He didn’t even know that was possible.  From what he knows of the game, he had thought that chess was generally time-consuming, full of strategy and applicable war tactics and plenty of intense, pensive faces—not this brutal beatdown.  You had picked and moved your pieces with lightning speed, as though you weren’t even thinking—or perhaps, you were so good that you could see fifteen, maybe even twenty moves ahead.  He thinks he’s heard of great players like that.

“Did you just start learning chess?” you ask, but not unkindly.  Your gaze is tame and curious, one that seems to imply that, no matter how good you get, you still remember that everyone starts somewhere.

“No,” he says, trying to keep the sheepishness out of his voice.  He’s not embarrassed that he lost; he’s embarrassed that he turned his back on years of resolve all because of your voice creating a pressuring pricking behind his ear.  “This is my first time.  First game.”

“Just on a whim?”

It’s easy to think that, isn’t it?  That this is all coincidental or accidental, the whims of a tired man who just needed to take a quick breather—but it’s all destined.  The universe is cruel.  He was tired on this day because it needed him to be, because it needed to test his self-control by dangling a potential future in his face, even though he and the universe both know that it could only end in fire.

“You could say that,” he responds, shrugging.

You hum in acknowledgment and lean forward, resting your chin in your palm.  You stare at him, but he doesn’t know you well enough to guess at what you’re thinking.

Maybe you’re thinking of him.

Maybe you feel it, too, a warmth on a particular part of your body, on a spot that you’ve traced and wondered about for your entire life.  Maybe you’re searching his open skin to find if it’s pulsing on him, too, something left there by someone.

Aizawa doesn’t know what he wants you to say, but he doesn’t expect you to ask for a rematch—“Wanna play again?”—especially considering how badly he had performed.

But he agrees anyways, and you smile, and his heart stutters while you reset the pieces and turn the board: it’s his turn to make the first move as white.  Aizawa does better this time: he lasts longer (twenty moves!); he even manages to check you, but he has the distinct feeling that you were taking it easy on him.

“Good game,” you say.

“I can’t tell if you’re really good, or if I’m just that bad,” he admits.

You grin and reply, “They’re not mutually exclusive.”

“Ouch.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” you say.  “Plus, this is only your second game.”

“How long have you been playing?” he asks.

“Since I was four.”

He gives a wry smile.  “So I guess I can’t expect to win on a fluke, then.”

“No accidents here,” you agree.

None at all, he thinks.

He wants another match, mainly because he wants to stay with you a little longer, though he knows he needs to get back.  You seem to have realized, too, since you don’t ask him to play again.  It makes sense; surely a good chess player should be observant.

“Good game,” he says.

That wasn’t so bad, he thinks, hesitantly hopeful.  There are plenty of heroes with happy soulmate relationships.  Maybe this could work out?  Maybe he could ask you for your name, at the very least?

Then, when he shifts to get up from the table, there’s a sudden ache that blooms in his side, a phantom remainder of a quirk-healed broken rib, the result of an unfortunate run-in with the number two wanted criminal in Musutafu three days ago.  The pain isn’t what bothers him—he’s used to all types of injuries and scrapes—but it does jolt a memory, or furthers an understanding, a realization: there are heroes with happy relationships, but how long do they last?

How many more have left their soulmates alone, losing their lives in the field for the greater good?

What does it mean for him to have a soulmate?  Not just as a Pro Hero, but him, with all of his hurt and anger and fears?

Is it right for him to bring you into his life?

Is the universe being kind to give him another chance to change his mind by putting you right in front of him, or is it callous to tether you, someone who spends their Sunday afternoons at a park with a chessboard and an egg sandwich, to him, someone who spends his nights nursing his body back from deadly injury, someone who will continue to do so for years or decades to come?

Someone who will more likely meet his bloody end on the streets than of greeting old age in a bed, surrounded by loved ones?

It was earth-shattering when he lost his best friend, a tethering he chose and tied himself.

What would it be like for you to lose a soulmate, a tethering created by the universe?

What would it be like for him to strengthen that bond, only to cut it a few years later?

The marking behind his ear is still warm and pulsing, but he tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything.  It’s not uncommon for soulmates to not work out, like two puzzle pieces made to fit but whose edges are frayed, unable to smoothly connect.  This could be one of those times.  It should be.

Aizawa glances at you and his resolve wavers again.  As he watches you reset the board, he sees all the world and all the colors around you in a starkly crisp light, and it’s odd, but he can’t help but hope so fiercely that it works out—that it could—that it might—because how could the two of you be bound with no happy ending?  

He doesn’t even know your name and he’s already thinking about the relationship ending in flames.

If he stays any longer, he might foolishly convince himself otherwise, so Aizawa settles on a, “See you around.”  It’s not quite the firm goodbye he had in mind, but at least he’s leaving—even if there’s a sudden, inexplicable, and fierce thought that you want this tumultuous journey with him, that he can be selfish enough to have this tumultuous journey.

But the two aren’t mutually exclusive (he hears it in your voice).  He can want it, and choose not to have it. 

“Wait,” you say suddenly.

Aizawa pauses.  He glances back, breath in his throat, humming against his ear.

Do you know?

You tilt your head.  

You know—you know—you have to know.

“Don’t you want my name?”

Yes, yes—but he hears it again: they’re not mutually exclusive.

So he says, “No,” almost soft, and you say, “Okay,” almost sad.

&&

Aizawa almost caves and goes back the next week.  On Sunday, he’s reviewing grades and revising lesson plans again when he suddenly thinks that going for a walk through the park right now wouldn’t be bad.  Before he can even debate pros and cons, he’s putting on his shoes at the doorway.  The marking behind his ear isn’t humming or pulsing, but his mind and chest are.

He stands up, grips the doorknob, and reassures himself that he’ll make it a quick walk.  If he sees you, he won’t talk to you; he’ll just sneak a glance, just to see the world shift again, and then immediately come back to his apartment.

He twists the knob—and then he sighs. 

Aizawa sits back down, undoes his shoes, and returns to his desk.  He picks up his pen and stares at a colleague’s report on one of his students’ grades.  His eyes go over the same line again and again, unable to focus.

In an attempt to start fresh, he sets that student’s file to the side and flips through a different student’s, but after minutes of staring at the same kanji with no luck, he opens his laptop and searches up a chess video for beginners.  Later that night, he downloads the popular chess app.

On Tuesday, Principal Nezu sees Aizawa playing it during lunch in the teachers’ lounge.

Or, to be more accurate, he sees Aizawa roll his eyes and lean back in his chair as he irritably watches his rating take a nose dive from losing another match.

“I didn’t take you for a gamer, Aizawa,” the principal remarks.  It’s a particularly cold day out, so Aizawa isn’t surprised—though still annoyed—when the quirked chimera climbs up his shoulder to settle into his combat cloth.

“I’m not,” Aizawa says.  He reviews the match; the app categorizes his moves, showing that he made some good ones, a couple of book moves, a few mistakes, and a lot of blunders.  Oh, he had a missed checkmate, too, apparently.  Fantastic.

“I wouldn’t consider this a game either,” Aizawa mutters.  Irked by his losing streak, he thinks it’s more like a never-ending hell.

Principal Nezu hums in response, watching Aizawa open up a new game; the stoic hero immediately clicks his tongue when he moves a pawn and realizes it’s not the one he had wanted.

“Chess is often likened to warfare, used as a symbol for tactical genius,” Principal Nezu comments.

“I would say that’s an inaccurate analogy.”

Aizawa moves his knight, eating his opponent’s pawn and creating a fork, an opportunity for him to capture one of two of their powerful pieces.  Finally, a move he was proud of and confident in.

“But,” the principal continues, “perhaps it might do the students well to have an exercise where they’re forced to think strategically and tactically, considering both their moves and those of their opponents.”

Aizawa isn’t listening.  He captures black’s dark-squared bishop with a minute smile—and then immediately scowls when he’s put in check.

&&

If Aizawa had been listening to Principal Nezu, maybe he could’ve caught what his next move was going to be.  Or, if he had been more in tune with his soul marking, maybe he would’ve understood what the annoying itch had meant all morning.

Instead, he had been too focused on his chess blunders both that Tuesday and this morning, resulting in him walking into his classroom, thoroughly unprepared and completely frozen at the sight of you.

You stand at the front of his class, dressed in an ash lavender, business-casual outfit.

Aizawa has been steadfastly avoiding the park to ensure that he couldn’t randomly stumble upon you again, but how could he predict that you’d be here in his class on an innocuous Friday morning?

Though he avoids your gaze, it doesn’t change the fact that the world, once again, reshifts and refocuses in your presence.  

Sparks zig-zag up his spine, but he doesn’t have the courage or the time to break down whether it’s due to excitement and longing, or fear and dread.

Aizawa thinks, suddenly, that he must be playing a game with the universe: chess, Chinese checkers, go—whatever it is, he’s losing.  Badly.

“Perfect timing, Eraserhead,” Principal Nezu says from where he stands on the podium.  “Come meet Ms. [Full Name].  She’s a chess grandmaster I was lucky enough to have met the other day, and she’s agreed to give some lessons. It was a very last minute thing; I told the rest of the faculty yesterday, but you were the only one unavailable—”

“I was on patrol.”

“Yes, which is why I asked Present Mic to give you a call.”

He resists pinching the bridge of his nose.  “I don’t answer his calls.”

“Well”—Principal Nezu blinks at him, unfazed—“that sounds like a personal issue you need to resolve, Eraserhead…”

He grits his teeth.  “Why didn’t you just—”

“So, Class 1A and 1B, now that our other homeroom teacher is here, we can officially get started!” the principal exclaims.

Aizawa realizes then that Vlad King is leaning against the wall and the 1B students are crammed into the room with his class, two to a table with a chessboard in between.  Last minute indeed, he thinks irritably.  It’s times like these that Aizawa is reminded that the school is run by a madman.

Your laptop is on the podium, connected to the overhead projector.  As Principal Nezu speaks, you turn your laptop on and project a chessboard onto the blackboard for all to see.

“Today’s lesson will be a rather unorthodox one,” the principal announces, “but one that will still give you valuable skills and experiences, even if it’s not quite what you’re used to.  You’ll be working with Ms. [Full Name] in place of today’s morning classes where she’ll teach you the basics of chess; then, you’ll break for lunch, and you’ll resume regular Heroics classes in the afternoon.”  

Before you’re able to even get a syllable out, Class 1A’s resident hothead immediately blurts out, “What the hell does chess have to do with being a hero?”

It shouldn’t bother Aizawa, the way Bakugou challenges the plan (challenges the relevancy of your presence), but it does.  He has to clench his jaw to keep from saying anything ridiculous, and anything said in response on behalf of you, the person he told himself to avoid for the rest of his life, would be extremely ridiculous.

Principal Nezu looks to you to answer.

You clear your throat, lightly holding the edge of the podium.  “Well—before I answer that, I do feel obligated to let you know that I’m not a hero, and I don’t really claim to know what it takes to be a good Pro Hero… Principal Nezu and I just had an accidental meeting and we were able to quickly work something out.

“To answer your question, though, chess has a variety of mental benefits that I think helps the everyday person, so I don’t see why it couldn’t also help aspiring Pro Heroes.  It improves memory, problem-solving skills, pattern recognition; it protects against dementia, deepens your focus, even develops perspective and creativity.  Chess isn’t about being a genius—it’s about working hard at something you love, and if you ask me, I’d say that sounds pretty similar to what you guys are doing here at UA.” 

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

He’s mesmerized by you.  Hypnotized. Captivated.

You speak with such love and passion for something he has only seen poked fun of in movies.  He’s reminded of your big smile at the park when he accepted your offer, how you were excited to play again even though he barely knew the game, how you were just happy to be moving pieces and analyzing the board.

He had thought you were cute when he had first seen you, but watching you talk about something you loved so much was stunning.

It’s easier not to want something that you don’t know; it’s easier to avoid the park and put you in the back of his mind, hidden like his marking, when he doesn’t know you, but now he knows—maybe not a lot, but enough to know that he wants more, that this feeling is dangerous, that this feeling makes things harder.

This isn’t a kind opportunity to change his mind; this is a cruel dangling of you in front of him.

“Beautifully said, Ms. [Name].  Take advantage of this one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, everyone, and approach it Plus Ultra!” Principal Nezu says as he leaves the room.

With that, Aizawa gathers himself and crosses the room to stand beside King Vlad, saying, “Feet off the table, Bakugou,” as he passes by the blond’s row.  Aizawa crosses his arm and leans beside the chalkboard.  “I expect you all to show Ms. [Name]”—god, your name is lightning-warm on his tongue—“the respect and attention of the next generation of Pro Heroes.”

There’s an implied or else that his class hears after the period.

&&

The morning passes by surprisingly quickly.

You teach everyone the basics, showing the different pieces on the projected screen and explaining how their purpose and abilities.  You talk about about placement, movement, capturing, checks, and checkmates.  You explain strategy and tactics, how one needs to be aware of not only their own pieces but that of their opponent’s, and how one needs to have their own plan while simultaneously anticipating and defending against what their opponent is planning.

They’re all good things for the students to learn.  It’s interesting for Aizawa to see it applied to a boardgame.

The students are somewhat interested, knowing that what you’re saying is transferable, but still having a difficult time caring since it doesn’t directly relate—until you offer to demonstrate a few games.

You beat King Vlad and Aizawa in under fifteen moves.

Blindfolded.

“It’s not necessary to learn to do that,” you try to say, but it’s much too late.  The impressive display of board and piece mastery, the sight of their homeroom teachers getting completely dominated on the board, alights a fire underneath everyone, sparking both competition and concentration.

You move around the room, having each student in pairs to play each other, as you offer advice and guidance.  In thirty minute intervals, you give chess puzzles for them to solve, and randomly select their games to analyze the gameplay.  Several students try to blindfold themselves, even when you tell them to learn the board first, and end up shouting meaningless letters and numbers at each other.

At one point, the paired practice gets derailed because you end up playing four matches simultaneously with Bakugou, Hagakure, Monoma, and Kendo.  You don’t blindfold yourself despite their begging because it’s a good time to further explain strategy and tactics.  The class help each other as the four play against you, discussing possible moves with which to thwart you.  Even as you explain your moves and tell them which of theirs are mistakes or blunders, your experience and intuition overpowers their team effort and advantages.

In the background, Aizawa discusses with King Vlad the lessons, lectures, and exercises they can build based on the principles that Heroics and chess have in common, such as perception and prediction, though Aizawa finds that he has a hard time fully committing to the conversation.

His eyes follow your every move.  His ears hone in to every word and laugh.  His body buzzes.  His marking hums.  He can’t help but be drawn by you, to you.

You’ve caught his stare a couple of times, locking eyes across the room for a split second before the both of you turn away.  He doesn’t want to think about what that means.

When lunch rolls around, everyone’s brain is thoroughly exhausted.  The students complain about their mental fatigue and tease each other about their blunders as they head off toward the cafeteria.  Vlad King thanks you for your time and expertise and heads to the teachers’ lounge, leaving just you and Aizawa.

Aizawa should do the same—say his thanks, shake your hand, and then leave—but he lingers.  This will be the last time the two of you meet, he thinks, so he wants to at least make sure you have lunch and know the way out.  

He readies himself to speak, but you strike first.

“You’ve gotten better,” you remark.  “You were actually trying to control the center of the board this time.”

He should go.

He should say his peace and leave, retreat before he’s captured, before checkmate.

But he’s weak—or maybe he’s desperate, or maybe it’s a calculated risk.  With the knowledge that he’ll never see you again, he thinks that he can have a little more, just a little more to hold on to in the night. 

“I’ve practiced a bit, since then,” he replies. 

He moves behind the podium, as if having something physical between the two of you would help keep him strong.  In response, you take a seat at an empty desk across from him.

“Oh, I sparked your interest?” you ask.

Aizawa doesn’t know if you purposely set a double meaning to that sentence, but he stubbornly ignores the possibility.

“Do you want to play again?” you ask.

He glances at the door.

He should go.

“Sure.”

Aizawa drags a chair and sits across from you.  He plays white, placing the king’s pawn forward two spaces.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you mention, responding with a pawn opposite his.

Aizawa doesn’t answer.  He’s not sure what to say.  It’s not that he doesn’t—well, no, he doesn’t.  Not really, or at least, not in the way you think.  Yes, he wants to, but no—it’s just complicated.  He barely understands it himself, but that’s not something he can say to someone whose name he just learned, someone he’s quietly vowed to ignore and forget.  He’ll just play the one game and then leave.

“Ooh, avoiding and ignoring me.”

He frowns, both at your words and at you eating his pawn with a knight.

“How could I be avoiding someone I just met?” Aizawa asks.

“Most people try to get to know their soulmates,” you note.

It’s delivered nonchalantly, matter-of-factly, but it still cuts him.  He winces internally, but he keeps his face still and stoic.

“So,” you continue, “since you didn’t want to know my name, and since you haven’t shown back up to the park, I’d say I have grounds for a pretty good case on avoidance.”

There’s a beat.  He moves a piece, eyes on the board, and then asks, “How’d you know?”

“Same way you did probably,” you say, shrugging.  “Nothing crazy.  You weren’t glowing or anything.”

He feels obligated to apologize.  He knows it’s not his fault; it’s not anyone’s fault.  It’s just the way the red string is tied, but he still feels bad anyways.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say.  “I figured you had some really good reason—and now knowing that you’re Eraserhead, the famed Erasure Hero, it makes sense why you wouldn’t want a soulmate, or, at least, not a non-Pro Hero soulmate.  I get it.”

You get it?  In his surprise, he makes a blunder, leaving his queen hanging.  You capture it with a pawn, but he’s too surprised by your words to be embarrassed.  If you understand his situation, then it’d be easier to avoid you if you were also avoiding him.

“My mom and dad were soulmates,” you explain.  “He was a small-time neighborhood hero who died during a rescue call.”

“My condolences,” Aizawa offers, still reeling in surprise. 

You truly understand then.  He feels a sadness overtake him next.  There are many stories like that.  He doesn’t want yours to be another one added to the library, so you must understand his reasoning, why this separation is necessary. 

“It’s okay,” you say.  “He died before I was born.  Check.”

“Already?” he mutters.

You beam.  “Gotta work on that multitasking skill, hero.”

He sighs, moving his king into the corner.  Then, he realizes that he should’ve moved another piece to block the check instead of retreating his king; you probably want him in the corner.

Aizawa steals a glance at you; you’re staring at the board, resting your face into your palm, fingers curled up and pressed against your lips.

He has more to say and ask, but he doesn’t want to offend you.  Then again, he supposes it doesn’t matter; offending you would be in his best interest.

It’s quiet.  There’s only the sound of wooden pieces being moved around the board.  You have him cornered in the bottom right.  He knows you can checkmate him, even though he can’t see how.  You’re up in pieces, but so far, you’ve just been moving your pieces around, leaving some of them in places that allow him to capture without issue.  You must be lingering like him, he thinks, and the realization makes his chest hurt. 

“Can I—ask something personal?” he asks hesitantly.

“Shoot,” you say.

“What did your mom say about it?”

“About what?”

“All of it,” he says.  “The meeting, the relationship…the ending.”

He’s staring at the pawns and at your hands, but you don’t move.  He’s afraid to meet your gaze, he realizes, afraid of what he might see in the depth of your eyes.  Finally, though, he shifts his head and meets your stare; you don’t let him go. 

“She says it was exhilarating,” you say.  “Fast.  Rapid fire fast.  One minute she’s learning his name and the next she’s alone.  That’s how she described it.  But she says it was impactful.  Memorable.  Charged.  Like a lightning strike.  Like you know what comes next, but you can’t look away, and it still surprises you anyways.”

It feels like you are baiting him, both in the conversation and on the board.  He’s not sure what to think on either.  He decides to combat your oncoming attack with his rook, threatening to eat one of your pawns.

“Maybe your father didn’t think so,” he boldly offers.  “Maybe he had regrets, leaving her behind like that.”  He meets your gaze again.  “I would.”

You don’t shy away from his look or his comment.  He steels his resolve, yet you seem to soften.  

“I don’t think so,” you say. 

“Why?”

You smile at him, something sad and poignant and sure.  “How could he regret loving her?”

It’s not like that, he wants to say.  It’s not about love; it’s about loss.  It’s not about the half you find, but the hole you leave.  It’s not about you and your love and your time, but him and his duties and his dangers. 

“I lost someone,” Aizawa blurts out.  He doesn’t know where it’s coming from, but his mouth opens and the words spill out.  “A long time ago.  He died on—during his Hero Work-Study Program.”

“I’m sorry,” you offer tenderly.  “I’m sure it was hard.”

“It’s still hard.  Fifteen years later.”

You wait. 

“I—”  It’s hard to get the words out.  His mouth is dry.  His chest burns.  His marking buzzes.  And you’re in front of him, clearer than ever. 

“You don’t have to say it,” you whisper.

But he does, doesn’t he?  For you and him?  He wants you to understand not just the situation, but him.  And he wants to make sense of it himself, to close this chapter for good, to cut the string with finality, to see the lightning snake across the sky but not follow where it points.

“I—I can’t put someone else through that,” he says gently.  “And—more than that, I can’t offer you what a soulmate should be able to.”

Your eyes glisten, but you don’t cry, and you don’t drop his gaze.  His chest hurts; he thinks his breathing is about to come out close to hyperventilating, but he counts his breaths and hardens himself.  This needs to be done.  It’s easy hypothetically, and it’s hard with you so clearly here, but he’ll do it.  He can make the hard decisions.

“People should avoid lightning strikes,” he says, but there’s a lilt to his voice that makes it seem like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you.  “Unnecessary risk.”

“Calculated risk,” you say.  “Not unnecessary.”

You gaze back stubbornly.  “If in this world we get to choose something, then I choose this.”

“You don’t choose,” he argues.  “It’s fated.”

“I choose,” you say again, soft but sure.  “I choose the sky bright with lightning.”

He doesn’t say anything.  He doesn’t know what to say. 

You don’t play a piece.  You don’t capture anything or checkmate him.  You pack the pieces and put the board away instead, tucking everything inside your backpack.  You stand up and head to the door then, but before you turn the corner, your hand lingers on the frame and you pause. 

“You’d choose your friend, wouldn’t you?” you ask boldly.  “If you could go back?”

He thinks back to Shirakumo, the weight of his arm on his shoulder, the weight of his kindness, the weight of him in his chest. 

Yes, he thinks.  Every time. 

“Bye, Eraserhead.”

“Shouta,” he corrects, though it feels pointless and hollow to do so.  “Wait—last question: what’s your soul marking?”

“An eraser,” you reply.  “On my ribs.  Yours?”

His hand immediately presses against the mark behind his ear.  “A crown.”  

“A little on the nose, huh?”  You laugh.  “Bye, Shouta.”

You leave. The clouds rumble outside the window.  His fingers trace the lines of the crown from memory.  

&&

Aizawa dreams of you later that night.

In the blackness of his dream, you’re the one bright focal point.  He sees you clearly, the curl of your lips, the rise of your eyebrow, the height of your cheeks.

He sees you having dinner in his apartment.  You’re watching TV on his couch.  You’re playing chess in his bed.  You’re touching the humming behind his ear.

How could you regret loving me? you ask with a tender smile.

And Aizawa, struck by how much he already does, wakes up with a gasping in the bright blue-lit night.

[whattheheckmidoriya]

I wonder if levi or aizawa would be into a sugar mommy type? Like not that she’s necessarily older than them, just makes more money and likes to spoil them?

You really had me on the first half of this😭🤚🏼

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I think Levi might initially mistake being lovingly spoiled with pity. He didn't grow up with much of anything— most of his youth was spent wondering if he'd be able to scrap up enough to have at least meal or two. Even life within the Scout Regiment was full of uncertainty and wavering resources. Not a single thing could be wasted and the luxry of having seconds at dinner wasn't something common for him or anyone else. So when you come into his life and start dropping gift after gift on his lap, he misreads your kindness. He eventually confronted you about it and, even he had to admit, it came out angrier than he expected. He hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but his doubts present themselves as defensiveness and he didn't quite know what to do when your smile dropped. After talking it over, he soon realized that it was simply your form of showing love. Words were never your forte, but you did love choosing gifts that reminded you of him. It was your way of showing that he was always on your mind. Little did you know he had every single gift neatly put away, and he often looked through them fondly and with care.

Aizawa wouldn't quite know how to react. For the most part, he'd always been a pretty low maintainance person, so he never indulged much in buying stuff for himself. Easy to say he was taken aback when he first received a gift from you. He didn't quite understand why you kept giving him such nice stuff, but he cherished every little detail. He's not too good with words, but he'd show his appreciation with little handwritten notes and a little gift that always await your return by the kitchen counter. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel undeserving of your gifts, but it felt nice to be cared for and thought of. Most of the time, he'd spend a good while admiring whatever new trinket you'd gotten him, his gaze softening with something warm. He treasures it all.

[dolliepiilled]

another f/o gush , because why not ? eheheh !!

Spoilers ahead !!

From my hero again , i love aizawa shota . He is an amazing and incredibly strong teacher , and has made his class into wonderful , grade a heroes !

It’s obvious that he’s always looking out for his students and wants the best for them , from the way that he’s protecting them , to how he’s lifting them up and reminding them of their strengths , and even when he’s criticizing and pointing out their faults ! He truly loves those kids like they’re his own , and one of the best things has been to see how his relationship with his students has blossomed into one like a father / children trope !! It’s so so cute !! Watching him train and take care of Eri has been one of the most precious things in the whole series !

Aside from him as a teacher , him as a hero all together is just a whole other thing . I love his quirk , but he also has combat skills that add a whole other layer to him ! In s7 , when he sacrificed his own leg to make sure that Shigaraki / AFO weren’t able to use any quirks , it honestly shocked me . I didn’t know he’d go to such lengths , but it was also to be expected . Once he has his mind set on a goal , he’s going to make it happen . Same for when he was helping Monoma copy his quirk after their second battle with Shigaraki , watching him be so concerned and worried for his kids yet unable to move due to Monoma was so , so upsetting . Aizawa has so many layers to his personality and it was so amazing watching it being laid out over the seasons , from the first season , to when he and Hizashi found out that Kurogiri was their old school friend , to when they all found out that Aoyama was the traitor . He was always levelheaded , calm and calculative , but throughout the seasons just showed so much more of him . And , of course , he’s just so unbelievably handsome !!!!!

I will perish . So , while it is so unbelievably hard for me to get my words out on paper , and it’s even more difficult to share just how much I love my f/os ( I know this didn’t do it any justice , and for that I’m sorry , my friends .. ) but here’s just the slightest peek at my beloved ! Aizawa is amazing , he’s kind , thoughtful , levelheaded , tough when he needs to be ( he always has to give his kids that tough love when they need to learn ) , and so , so much more . I love him so so much !!!

[bugs1nmybrain]

[gojussybussylover]

𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚢/𝚗-𝟸𝟷,𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊-𝟹𝟶𝚒𝚜𝚑), 𝚏!𝚈/𝙽, 𝙴𝚛𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝

An:𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓵 😭

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"𝙾𝚠𝚠" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔.

~𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺~

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚜!"𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝙱/𝙽.𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. "𝙽𝚘" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍. "𝙼-𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒-𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚛𝚒" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎."𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒����𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢."𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂!"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎.

"𝙴𝚁𝙸!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕.𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ��𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 , 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢."𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚑𝚞𝚑?" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚖."𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚛𝚒.𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞."𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞."𝙾𝚑! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕.𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑."𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍."𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

~𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺~

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎."𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

𝙰𝙽:𝒜ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓂 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓎 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ.𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℴ ℯ𝓁𝓈ℯ 𝒾 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉😋

[angel-sweets666]

Sleepy

shota aizawa x afab/fem reader

aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny

warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.

a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest 😍😍

Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. “Wake up…” he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up “please darlin’” he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him “wha?” You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back “mornin darlin’” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin “morning…” you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.

aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled “your so pretty like this..” he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm “so pretty..” he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.

“noticed did ya?” He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath “yeah…” you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. “Do me a favour would you darlin’?” He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.

Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. “G-good girl.. good girl.” He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you “mmph.. hold on..” he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. “Be a good girl and suck me off will you?” He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. “Mmph..” he let go once you found a pace that wouldn’t make you choke on it.

you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder “so good… such a good girl..” he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair “your turn now hm?”

you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. “You always taste so good..” he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back “please please-“ you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, your doing so good for me darlin’” he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head “I’m close.. I’m close..” your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.

both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you “g-gonna.. put… a baby in my good girl…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder “cmon cum with me…” he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.

both of you panted, you looked up at him “round two?” You smiled “I have work darlin’ sorry��� he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.

[kateschi]

ᯓ★୭˚. RIVALS OR MORE?

જ⁀➴ “what are we?” event masterlist

synopsis: a question lingers between you and bakugou, sharp and biting, much like the competition that keeps pulling you back into each other's orbits.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

the rivalry between you and bakugou katsuki was the kind of tale that pro-hero rookies whispered about, an unrelenting contest that started years ago at u.a. high.

from the moment the two of you stepped onto campus, it was as though the universe had aligned you as polar opposites.

bakugou’s explosive temper and fiery quirk were impossible to ignore, while your sharp tongue and precise control made it clear you wouldn’t be overshadowed by anyone—especially not him.

it began in your first year, during basic hero training, when aizawa-sensei had paired the two of you for a sparring match.

bakugou’s smug grin was infuriating as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles.

“don’t cry when i wipe the floor with you,” he sneered, crimson eyes blazing with confidence.

“save the big talk for someone you can actually beat,” you shot back, stepping onto the mat with your head held high.

the match was chaotic. bakugou’s explosions came fast and furious, his relentless offense forcing you to dodge and counter at a breakneck pace.

but you refused to give ground. the air smelled of smoke and scorched fabric by the time aizawa called it a draw, both of you battered and breathless.

bakugou wiped a streak of soot from his face, glaring at you. “next time, I’ll crush you.”

“not if I crush you first,” you retorted, wincing as recovery girl dabbed ointment on a nasty burn.

from that day on, the rivalry became a constant. every training session was a chance to prove who was better.

even the smallest victories turned into battlegrounds.

group projects were a nightmare for anyone unfortunate enough to share the assignment with the two of you; more than one teammate had begged for reassignment just to escape the tension.

things reached a boiling point during the training camp in your second year. paired together for a survival exercise, the friction was immediate.

bakugou stomped through the forest with his usual impatience, barking orders as if he expected you to follow blindly.

“stop lagging behind!” he snapped, glancing over his shoulder to where you were scanning the dense undergrowth.

“I’m not lagging,” you replied coolly, stepping over a fallen log with deliberate ease. “I’m thinking. you should try it sometime.”

“don’t start with me,” he growled.

despite the bickering, the two of you worked with a kind of unspoken rhythm, covering each other’s blind spots without even needing to communicate.

you hated to admit it, but bakugou’s sheer power was impressive, and his instincts in a fight were razor-sharp.

it was during that exercise that the dynamic shifted, if only slightly.

when you stumbled into a hidden trap, a quick snare wrapping around your ankle, bakugou had reacted instantly. his explosions shredded the ropes in a matter of seconds, his glare more intense than usual.

“can’t believe you let yourself get caught like that,” he muttered.

you rolled your eyes, brushing off dirt as you got back to your feet. “thanks for the save.”

“whatever,” he huffed, looking away, but you caught the faintest twitch of a smirk.

those moments were rare, fleeting, but they stuck with you. even as adults, long after u.a. had become a memory, the rivalry burned just as brightly.

every headline that mentioned bakugou’s latest exploits made your blood boil. every time your name appeared in the rankings above his, you could practically hear him grinding his teeth.

it was a constant, infuriating reminder that he was always just there, always pushing you to be better—even when you hated him for it.

for years, you’d managed to keep your distance, tackling different missions. it was better that way. no distractions, no arguments.

but the pro-hero commission had other plans.

their reasoning was infuriatingly logical: two top-ranking heroes with a proven track record of results, a shared history of success despite—or perhaps because of—your rivalry.

and so, without consultation or warning, your paths were forcibly crossed again.

the moment you’d seen bakugou striding into the meeting room, your stomach had twisted in a knot of irritation and reluctant anticipation.

the years apart had done little to dull the intensity of his presence, nor had they cooled the fire of your rivalry.

bakugou walks to the far end of the table and plops down, his arms crossed over his chest, his usual scowl firmly in place.

his crimson eyes flicker with barely restrained irritation, and the rhythmic tap of his boot against the floor echoes in the silence, each strike a silent drumbeat to his rising impatience.

you sit at the opposite end, your posture mirroring his, arms folded tightly across your chest. your jaw locks, muscles taut as you resist the urge to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time.

“why the hell do I have to work with you?” his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and jagged, carrying with it a heat that isn’t entirely metaphorical.

his glare burns into you, daring you to fight back. so you lean forward, meeting his fire with your own.

“you think I’m thrilled about this, bakugou?” you snap. “this mission is too important to let your ego screw it up.”

his foot stills mid-tap, and for a moment, the room feels unnervingly quiet. then, he scoffs, his lips curling into a sneer as he leans forward, his tone dropping to a dangerous growl.

“my ego?” he bites out, the heat in his voice rising. “you’re the one who’s always trying to prove you’re better than me!”

you can’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. there’s a certain satisfaction in lighting his fuse.

“that’s because I am better than you,” you shoot back, your tone teetering on smugness.

his jaw clenches, veins visibly straining against his neck as his temper flares. his hands twitch as though he’s moments away from letting loose a barrage of explosions just to make his point.

before he can retort, a sharp clearing of a throat slices through the air like a knife.

the tension snaps, both of you glancing toward the commission’s representative.

“enough,” she says, her voice steely and cutting. her gray eyes are cold as they flicker between you and bakugou, clearly unimpressed by your outbursts.

“you two are professionals. act like it. this mission requires complete cooperation, and I don’t care how much you dislike each other.”

the word cooperation feels like a slap in the face. you straighten in your chair, jaw tightening as you cast a sidelong glance at bakugou.

he glares at the holographic display now—typical.

the display flickers to life, illuminating the room with a sharp blue glow as the mission briefing begins. details of a criminal syndicate tied to a dangerous quirk-enhancing drug fill the room.

you nod along, taking in the information, though you’re acutely aware of bakugou’s every shift, every exhaled breath.

as the meeting draws to a close, the representative’s tone grows pointed.

“this mission is high-stakes. your ability to work together effectively will determine its success—or failure.”

bakugou stands abruptly, the screech of his chair against the polished floor startlingly loud. “fine,” he mutters, his voice low and clipped as he stalks toward the door.

you sigh, rising to follow. “try not to blow everything up before we get the intel, okay?”

he shoots a glare over his shoulder, but there’s something almost amused in the way his lips twitch, like he wants to snap back but can’t quite muster the effort. “just stay out of my way, h/n.”

the door shuts behind him with a heavy click, and you let out a long breath.

the mission hasn’t even started yet, and already you feel the weight of it—not just the stakes but the inevitability of clashing with bakugou.

the city below buzzes with its usual hum of activity: flashing neon signs, the occasional honk of a car, and distant murmurs of a world that never quite sleeps.

the syndicate’s hideout looms in the distance, nestled within a secluded section of the city that seems to thrive on the shadows.

the building is plain, but you know better than to judge based on appearances.

you glance at bakugou, who is already adjusting his gauntlets. the metallic clicking of his gear fills the silence between you, his movements sharp and methodical.

“I’ll take the front. you sneak in through the back,” bakugou says, his voice laced with the kind of confidence only someone like him possesses.

he looks at you, his crimson eyes sharp and unyielding. “stay out of my way.”

you raise an eyebrow at his commanding tone.

there’s something about it—something that always gets under your skin. but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of showing it.

“typical bakugou,” you say with a smirk, shaking your head in exaggerated disbelief. “always going for the flashy entrance. no wonder they call you ‘dynamight.’”

bakugou’s lips twitch into a smirk of his own.

“yeah? and what do they call you? ‘miss perfect’?” his voice drips with the challenge, and you feel the simmering heat of competition between you two.

you raise your chin, your confidence just as unwavering as his.

“‘h/n,’ actually,” you correct, your voice dripping with mock sweetness that masks the genuine pride you feel for the name.

“because I get the job done without leaving a mess behind.”

his lip curls into a scowl, and he mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch, but you’re pretty sure it’s some variation of “show-off.”

you chuckle as you move into position. his temper is always so easy to provoke, yet it never fails to amuse you.

crouching low, you disappear into the shadows, the familiar rhythm of working alongside bakugou settling in like a second skin.

despite your constant bickering, you have to admit there’s a certain harmony in how you two work together.

as you make your way to the back entrance of the hideout, you hear the distant thrum of bakugou’s footsteps as he moves toward the front.

you know he'll create a commotion, likely to draw attention and give you the perfect opportunity to slip in unnoticed. it’s his style—loud, chaotic, and effective.

you pause for a moment, assessing the situation. the back door is guarded, as you expect, but not too heavily. you’ll have to move quickly, but this is your element.

the guards are predictable, and you can use that to your advantage. with a quiet breath, you step forward, easily dispatching the first guard with a well-placed kick that sends him tumbling silently into a dark corner.

everything is going according to plan, and for a moment, you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline that comes with the territory. you aren’t just good at this—you’re damn good at it.

but as you near the main floor, the sound of shouting catches your attention, followed by the unmistakable crackle of bakugou’s explosions.

your heart skips a beat. it’s too early for things to go sideways—he isn’t supposed to be discovered yet. but, knowing bakugou, you don’t doubt he’s already drawn half of the syndicate’s attention.

the man never does know how to be discreet.

you curse under your breath but push forward, pressing yourself against the cold concrete wall as you move deeper into the compound.

every instinct you have screams at you to hurry, but you can’t afford to be sloppy—not now.

as you round a corner, a sharp crack of sound pierces the air—one you immediately recognize as a gunshot.

before you can react, something slams into your side, sending you sprawling across the floor. pain shoots through your ribs, and the world spins in a blur as you fight to stay conscious.

you stagger to your feet, heart racing.

your vision is blurry from the shock of the blow, but you manage to focus. the guards have noticed you—no surprise there—but now you’re outnumbered.

as you prepare to defend yourself, the familiar sound of bakugou’s explosions rings out, closer than before. your mind screams at you to hold on, but the pain is beginning to cloud your thoughts.

the world seems to slow as you brace yourself against the oncoming guards.

blood pounds in your ears, your vision narrows, and every muscle in your body screams for you to move—but you’re frozen.

you can feel the gunshot wound throbbing, hot and raw, in your side. your breaths come in sharp, jagged gasps as you prepare for the worst.

and then, everything explodes.

it’s as if the entire world has been set on fire.

a massive blast of force erupts from the far side of the room, so powerful it shakes the walls and sends debris scattering.

you instinctively throw yourself to the ground to shield yourself from the shockwave, your hands scraping against the cold floor.

when the smoke and dust begin to settle, a familiar voice cuts through the haze.

“hey! move, dammit!”

bakugou appears in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the fiery remnants of his explosion. his eyes lock onto you with a terrifying intensity.

you barely have time to process the sight of him before he charges toward you, his powerful form cutting through the remaining guards with ease.

with one swift motion, he sends a group of them flying, his explosions igniting the air with a deafening roar.

the remaining guards scatter, too intimidated by bakugou’s wrath to continue their assault.

“y/n, get up!” he barks, his voice sharp as a whip.

his eyes are on you now, and the anger in them isn’t the same as usual—it’s raw, a mix of frustration, fear, and something else you can’t quite place.

you push yourself to your feet, stumbling slightly, the pain in your side making every movement feel like you’re dragging a weight behind you.

“don’t you ever do something so goddamn stupid again!” bakugou growls, his voice low and thick with rage.

he isn’t even looking at the enemies anymore, but at you—his gaze pinning you in place.

you straighten, ignoring the blood staining your shirt, and shoot him a glare.

“what were you thinking, bakugou?” you snap, your voice rough but defiant. “you think charging in here like that’s any better?”

bakugou’s jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow. the tension between you is palpable. but then, with a sound that almost resembles a growl, bakugou snaps.

“don’t try to turn this on me!” he barks. “you could’ve been killed! you think I’m gonna just let you die in some goddamn back alley like this?”

his voice breaks, cracking just slightly as he glares down at you, his fists clenched at his sides. “what were you thinking?! do you want to die or something?!”

for a moment, you’re struck silent. the anger in his voice is so raw, so unfiltered, that it takes the wind out of you.

but the hurt behind it makes your chest tighten. you have never heard bakugou sound like that before. never seen him this...desperate.

“why do you even care, bakugou?” you ask, your voice softer than intended. you hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, but it’s too late to take it back.

bakugou freezes, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he scowls, looking away as if he hasn’t just heard you.

the silence that stretches between you is suffocating, and you can’t help but feel exposed.

you aren’t sure what possessed you to ask such a question, but the way bakugou is standing there, his posture tight and his fists still trembling, makes you feel the need to.

“I just—do, okay?” bakugou finally mutters, his voice gruff and not nearly as confident as he usually sounds. “now quit acting like you don’t need help for once, and let’s get the hell out of here.”

you stare at him, disbelief gnawing at you. he’s...worried. maybe even scared.

for a moment, the world outside of you falls away, leaving just you and bakugou standing there in the wreckage.

but you don’t want to let him see how much his words affect you.

not now, not while you’re still trying to make sense of everything.

“don’t get all sentimental on me now, bakugou,” you mutter, a weak smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you try to brush off the intensity of the moment. “I’m fine. just need a second.”

but bakugou doesn’t seem convinced. he steps forward, his hand—hesitant but undeniably gentle—hovering near your side as though waiting for your permission to help.

you catch his eyes for a moment, and for the first time in a long while, you see something other than his usual cocky arrogance. something softer.

“don’t push yourself, alright?” he mutters, his voice quieter now, almost awkward. “I don’t want to drag your ass out of here next time.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and nod, trying to ignore the warmth spreading in your chest at his words.

for a few moments, everything seems suspended in time.

the world outside is still, the only sound the occasional rush of wind.

you can feel the intensity of his gaze lingering on you, his presence more solid than ever before.

it’s a strange feeling—this unspoken connection, the weight of his concern settling between you like an unvoiced understanding.

despite his usual tough exterior, there’s no mistaking the softness in his actions, the care that has been there all along, hidden beneath layers of pride and deflection.

and for the first time, you can’t ignore it.

the moment passes, though, and as quickly as it comes, you both fall into your familiar roles, quickly finishing up the mission.

the two of you barely speak on the way back, the silence stretching between you as you navigate the now-empty streets.

every once in a while, bakugou glances your way, but he never says anything.

as you both enter the safehouse, the cold interior air does little to ease the pounding headache building in your skull.

bakugou drops his gear by the door, his shoulders stiff with tension. he moves like he’s still on edge, as if the mission hasn’t quite ended for him.

you take a seat on the couch, trying to ignore the throb in your side as you start to peel off your tactical vest.

“you should get that looked at,” bakugou says, his voice still rough with exhaustion. “you’re lucky I didn’t leave your ass behind.”

you shoot him a pointed glare but don’t respond.

instead, you take a breath, looking down at the hand gripping the fabric of your vest before finally speaking, your voice quieter than usual.

“bakugou,” you start, the question from earlier swirling back in your mind. “why do you care so much?”

his back stiffens, and you can feel the tension in the room crackle like static. he turns to look at you, his expression unreadable for a moment.

then, his eyes soften—just barely—but enough to make your heart race in your chest.

“you think i’m gonna let some idiot hero get themselves killed?” his voice is harsher than it needs to be. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

but the words feel like a cover-up.

you see it in the way his hands ball into fists, the slight tremor in his jaw, like he’s trying to push something down.

you tilt your head, an eyebrow raising. “no, seriously. you’ve been acting like a goddamn wrecking ball this whole time, but that’s not really your style, is it?”

bakugou glares at you. “shut up, will you? I did what needed to be done. not everything’s about you.”

but you’re not ready to drop it. there’s a knot in your chest that won’t loosen, and you can feel the words slipping out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“don’t lie, bakugou. you’re acting weird. you’ve never cared this much before. what’s going on?”

there’s a long silence. you watch as bakugou’s eyes flick to the side, his lips pressed. finally, he lets out a breath, long and slow, and walks over to the window.

“I don’t have time for this, alright?” his voice is low. “I just—”

he pauses, like the words are stuck in his throat.

the long, drawn-out silence stretches between you like an unspoken confession. it’s raw, and despite every instinct telling you to back off, you don’t move.

“I just... I just don’t want to lose you, alright?” his voice cracks just slightly as he finally turns to face you, eyes burning with a mix of anger and hesitance.

“you make me—damn it, you make me lose my focus. every damn time, you just keep going and doing stupid shit, and it pisses me off. but I can’t—”

he shakes his head, his fists clenching again as his cheeks flush.

you blink, your heart skipping a beat at the words, unsure if you’ve heard him right. “what are you talking about?”

bakugou’s frustration is palpable, but it’s different now, tangled with something softer. he exhales sharply, as if the very act of saying it is painful.

“I don’t want you to die,” he says, eyes still locked on yours. “I don’t want to keep pulling your ass out of dangerous situations,

but every time, it just...it matters more than it should. and I don’t know why. I just—” and his voice drops into a groan.

your mind races, but all you can do is stare at him, trying to process everything he’s just said. is he...admitting something?

is he actually confessing to you?

you try to respond, your voice shaky but determined. “bakugou, I—”

before you can finish, he huffs, stepping back slightly.

“forget it. this isn’t—this wasn’t supposed to happen,” he mutters, visibly trying to shake off the moment. “I didn’t mean to...whatever. you should get some rest.”

“no,” you snap, your heart pounding as you take a step forward.

you’re not about to let him hide from this, not this time. “no, you’re not just going to walk away from this. not like this.”

his scowl deepens, but there’s something in his eyes he can’t quite mask. he crosses his arms, clearly uncomfortable, but his voice is still tight with frustration.

“what the hell do you want me to say, huh? it’s not like I can just...do this shit the ‘right’ way.”

you move even closer, your gaze unwavering, and something inside you surges, something you can’t hold back anymore.

“I don’t need you to do it the ‘right’ way, bakugou,” you say, your voice steady but intense. “I just need you to stop pretending this doesn’t matter.”

his lips part, like he’s about to snap back at you, but he falters, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“I don’t know how to...how to deal with this, alright? I don’t—” he clenches his fists at his sides, frustration evident on his face.

“you’re not the only one who feels this way, you know,” you cut in, your words sharper now, tinged with your own frustration and longing.

“you’re not the only one who’s...frustrated.” you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“I care about you, too, bakugou. and I’m not going to sit here pretending like what happened didn’t matter.”

he freezes.

his eyes widen, and you see something—his lighting up just a bit.

“you—” he stops himself, jaw tightening. but his voice is unsteady when he speaks again. “you care? what—”

you nod, your heart in your throat, but now you’re certain. “yeah. I do. a hell of a lot more than I want to admit.”

he shifts on his feet, confusion warring with reluctant relief. “so what the hell do you want from me, huh?” he grumbles, his frustration still biting, but it’s calmer.

you take another step forward, closing the distance between you. “I want you to stop running away from this, bakugou. stop pretending it’s something you can ignore.”

his lips press together in a hard line, but for a brief moment, you think he might dismiss it again.

but then, after a long, measured breath, he looks up at you, and this time, there’s a small smile on his face.

“fine,” he mutters, gaze dropping to the floor, chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair. “I guess...I want to be with you too, alright?”

your heart skips a beat at the bluntness of it.

it catches you off guard, but you can’t help the smile spreading across your lips. “so, what, you’re saying you’re into me now, huh?”

bakugou flushes, the scowl returning to his face quickly and the blood rushing to his face as he quickly turns away, clearly embarrassed.

“shut up! don’t make me say it again.”

you laugh softly. “guess I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

bakugou sighs heavily, but then his eyes flick to you for a second. you stare back at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. your eyes widen as you collide against him, and you snap your head up, ready to yell at him.

but you halt as he cocks his head to the side and replies with a smirk, “damn right.”

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jerk.

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part two. part three.

You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A. 

When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.

Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.

And in yours you’d been called an extra.

Whatever the hell that meant.

You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.

Not ever.

That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding. 

When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.

So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.

You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building. 

You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.

Or that you really even exist.

And you’re happy with that.

Content.

Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.

And it was best he just never even knew.

He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his. 

Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.

-

“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”

You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.

Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.

One on one though? That was going to be harder.

Way harder.

“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky. 

Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.

Jerk.

When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”

You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.

You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.

And a little payback for being such an ass.

Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.

“Good job.”

The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.

Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.

-

After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.

He’s everywhere.

And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.

He’s constantly there.

Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.

Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.

But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.

You were promptly fucked.

You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean. 

A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.

“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.

He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”

You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—

“You’re my soulmate.”

You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him. 

Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”

You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–

“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”

“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”

Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.

But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.

As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”

Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”

“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”

You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?

“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”

Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”

You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”

“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”

Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.

He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”

Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks. 

“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”

You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.

“What?”

He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.

“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.

But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”

And he looks at you like you’re dumb.

“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”

“What about being number one?”

“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”

Your eyes widen; “dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”

“I barely know you!”

“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”

You just stare up at him.

“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”

Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”

“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”

You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.

If anything, you actually like it.

Fuck—he really is a jerk.

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No Regrets (Hawks x reader)

!femreeader x hawks when your best friend shows up after a near death experience, claiming he couldn't leave this world with regrets; so, he fucks you stupid. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, smut, p in v, creampie, hawks tops in this one, oral (f receiving) mentioned, squirting, hickies, idk man I just want hawks so bad, kind of straight into smut less plot A/N: my entire tik tok fyp has been hawks edits, so this is the result. it took me forever to decide if I wanted him to be a top or a bottom in this one, but I'm all for pillow princesses so he's a top in my mind ◦ ◡ ◠ I need to write more hawks, but maaaaybe aizawa or dabi next? word count: 1,903

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you and Keigo had been friends for quite awhile, even before you left the public safety commission, so it was no surprise when he showed up on your balcony, knocking on the window. but this time, he was banging on it urgently.

“where’s the fire?” you teased with a smirk as you slid the door open. he didn’t respond, instead stepping past you into your studio apartment in a rush. “whoa, what crawled up your pants?”

“don’t.” his voice was low, deeper than you’d ever had aimed at you, as he paced around your room, his wings fluttering restlessly.

“you’re starting to freak me out Kei. what’s going on?” you reached for his shoulder, hoping to calm him down, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“I need to tell you something, doll. a secret, of sorts.” finally, he met your gaze, and you shivered at the intensity in his darkened eyes. what the hell has happened?

“okay, I’m listening.”

Keigo sighed and released your wrist, resuming his pacing. “you know how we’ve been friends for years now.” you nodded. “well, there’s something that I can’t seem to get off my mind.”

“and that is?”

“you.” he looked at you again, and you would have laughed at his joke had his face not been so serious. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart began to pound rapidly as you tried to decipher his meaning. “what… what are you saying?”

Keigo stepped closer to you, his wings shuddering in response when his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m saying… I’m saying that I had a close call today. too close. and I knew that if it was my time, I’d be leaving this world without doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to.”

before you could even attempt to respond, to ask what had happened, Keigo’s face started to lower closer to yours. his breathing felt strained as his breath warmed your cheeks and you realized you’d stopped breathing.

“I don’t want to ever leave with regrets.” he whispered, his lips now inches from yours. 

as you realized what was about to happen, your palms began to sweat. you’d thought about this happening many times before since you’d met the cocky bastard who’d worked his way into your heart. but you’d always shoved those ideas down in the name of friendship.

hero work meant the next day might not be guaranteed, everyone knew that. you’d made your peace with it when you started working for the commission – but ever since meeting Keigo, you wanted a million tomorrows.

“then, make it count.” you finally responded to him with a shaky voice. when you gave him the go-ahead, the darkness in his eyes lit up with hope.

in one fluid motion, he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours with a rough urgency. it was passionate, and as the kiss deepened it ignited a spark that sent warmth coursing through your veins. his hands cradled your face, his wings wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

but it didn’t stop there. no – the both of you were desperate for more, every thought and feeling that you’d both had coming to fruition in this moment. Keigo guided you backward until your legs hit your bed, falling backward onto the blankets underneath him. 

“Kei…” you whimpered under his touch, becoming a puddle of mush as his hand explored you. 

“tell me you don’t want this.” he said under his breath, his voice straining with the amount of strength it was taking him to hold back from ripping your clothes off with his teeth.

“I want you.” you answered before rolling your hips upwards into his. he groaned at the contact against his hard-on hiding in his pants, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling. “I need you, Keigo Takami.”

and with that, the last bit of strength holding himself back snapped under the weight of your words. his lips crashed into yours again, pulling out your bottom lip with his teeth as he started to literally rip your clothes off. 

you heard the first rip of your top, the fabric being thrown to the side by his hands. ah, you’d get another shirt. then, his hands feverishly worked to undo the buttons of your jeans, leaning back to slide them down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

“s’ pretty. been thinking ‘bout this for years, doll.” Keigo hummed into your thighs as he placed soft kisses on your skin before removing his clothing in a flash. it was like you’d taken a long blink, and then he was standing naked and proud in front of you.

you’d always imagined what his cock might look like, once teasing him by saying he probably had feathers for pubes, but whatever you’d concocted in your mind wasn’t even close. it was larger than you’d anticipated, with short, blonde hair curled at the base. 

and to drive you even crazier, his tip was already leaking with precum.

“I’m sorry I told you your dick was small.” you giggled, your cheeks flushing pink as you remembered the insult you’d thrown at him after a tough mission. 

Keigo smirked at you with a raise brow, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was proud. “yeah, I knew you’d regret that one day. now, let me prove you wrong.”

he crawled back over top of you, his fingers dipping between your legs and humming in delight when he found you already wet for him. you hissed as he circled your clit, deliciously slow and teasing, before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“fuck you’re already dripping me for, aren’t you doll.” Keigo purred as he curled his fingers, prodding at your slick walls to find your gummy g-spot. “can’t wait t’ feel it for myself.”

through your labored breathing, you panted out, “what are you waiting for then?” 

“hm, so impatient.” he grinned wickedly as he pulled his fingers from your pussy before putting them in his mouth to lick up your juices. “taste ‘s good, gonna have to try it later.”

“later.” you snapped as you attempted to hook your legs behind him, only being met with his hands pushing your knees apart in a spread.

“gonna fuck you stupid first, is that alright?” you nodded as you watched his weeping tip line up with your entrance, rubbing up and down to tease your clit. “gonna fill you up s’ good.”

“please, Kei, just fuck me already.” you whined as your hips bucked to try and meet his.

“if you say so.” he wasted no time once he pushed his tip in, driving hard into you to stretch your walls around his throbbing dick and bottoming out immediately, both of you moaning out in pleasure.

“ah – fuck – I take back what I said about your dick size.” you squealed as his tip nudged your cervix, your gummy walls struggling to mold around him without pain. “you’re really fucking big.”

“and you’re really fucking tight.” Keigo groaned before dipping his head into your neck. his hands pressed into the backs of your knees, pushing them up in your chest to fold you in half while he began thrusting his hips slowly. 

“how have we not done this before?” with every thrust, you were seeing stars shooting across your vision. as he bullied your cervix you couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his back with every nudge. 

“someone – mph – was playing hard to get.” he bit your neck lightly, sucking the skin between his teeth to mark you. “now, you’re gonna be mine. is that okay, doll?”

“abso-fucking-lutely.” you managed to respond before all words were lost on you when he delivered a mean slam of his hips into you. “ah fuck Keigo!”

“that’s it, take my cock. y’ already milking me for everything I’ve got.” 

sweat began to drip down your temple as he fucked you rougher with every drive of his cock. your poor neighbors were probably hearing every lewd wet smack of his balls against your ass and every moan the two of you shared. Keigo was driving you to the brink of insanity, and fucking you stupid just as he said.

before your orgasm got too close, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. his teeth raked over the skin of your shoulder, biting and kissing marks there to match the one he left on your neck.

you were pretty sure his cock was going to bruise your cervix in this position as you moaned with a mix of pain and white-hot pleasure. he was so much deeper this way, taking every inch that you could give to him. 

you’re so lost in the pleasure at the point that you don’t even realize his thrusts are getting sloppier as he reached down to rub circles around your clit. “Keigo, ‘m gonna – hah- I’m gonna come.” you panted breathlessly, your eyes already screwed shut at the tightness wound in your abdomen. “you’re gonna make me come.”

“that’s right, come all over my dick pretty girl. lemme – fuck you’re getting tighter - lemme feel you.” Keigo ground out into your neck, his fingers working faster on your sensitive nub. with every pinch he delivered to your apex, you were losing every thought in your mind. 

just as your orgasm began, Keigo pulled you up off of him just slightly, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed at your clit brutally quick, sending you skyrocketing into your release. “fuck!” you yelled out as your entire body tensed up, and you could hear your fluid squirt out of you as you came. you dumbly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock to ride out your high, already feeling the mess dripping down your thighs.

“s’ fucking good for me, squirted all over me you wicked thing.” Keigo gasped before driving his cock into you again, this time finding his own release within your warm, wet walls milking every ounce of cum from his tip as he painted them white. “fuck I’m filling you up.”

as Keigo rode out his orgasm, his hands gripped your hips hard enough you were sure they’d bruise as he slammed into you until overstimulation began to take over. finally, when he deemed himself satisfied, he pulled out to lean back and watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“god this is fucking sexy.” he panted as he pushed two fingers inside of you to shove his cum back in, sending a warm shiver through your body as you collapsed down onto the bed. 

you’d thought you were spent, your orgasm leaving your body wracked and numb, but when his fingers continued to push in and out of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet.

“wanna taste me now?” you teased, and he grinned wickedly at you. you took that as a yes before he dipped his face between your legs.

you lost count of how many orgasms you’d had, both from him devouring you and fucking you all over again, as you lay on your back to watch his feathers floating in the air above your bed. 

no regrets, right? you’d told each other that before passing out, still drenched in sweat and naked, in each other’s arms.

no regrets.

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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)

Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)

Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)

Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)

Link to Aizawa x reader here (word count: 1,930)

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Smut book 2024.

After hours.

Tenya Iida x fem!Reader.

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is a request and I honestly love it… I’m a total sucker for Iida… I hope I did it justice.😅

@123344myah

Also I’ve changed the name of a certain phone app because firstly I kinda don’t think they’d have SC in the mha universe, secondly don’t think I should be using TM names and finally why the heck not…😁 Pictalk = SC. (I know real creative..😂)

Pictures is edited be me… it’s been sitting in my gallery for some time, waiting for the right chance to be used. (Original unedited manga panel from ‘tada no renai nanka de kikkonai’)

Summary: you sneak into Iida’s dorm room for some after hours funny and getting caught is the last thing on your mind.

Word count: 4.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (f!Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sexting, sending nudes, rough sex, missionary and doggy, teasing, pet names, pleasure dom!Iida, spanking, slight degradation and swearing. (All characters are aged up)

You sat at the small floor table in the middle of your boyfriend’s dorm room, you watched intently as the man sitting across from you wrote large and seemingly unending paragraphs, while your own workbook remanded bare. The man looked up from his page to you with a curious look, “is something the matter?” He asked looking down at your book noticing it’s emptiness, while focused on your book you leant over and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips, “I just need to do that, I couldn’t focus until I got a taste” you smiled and licked your lips, the man looked at you with shock before sitting back and resting on his palm, “you know I’ll need payback now” Iida spoke as he look at you lips that had your lipstick smeared over them.

Tenya iida was such a reliable and caring boyfriend, he always took such good care of you and expected nothing in return, however he has always been quite prideful and this has resulted in him frequently trying to get even, it doesn’t matter how small the incident, he’s incredibly petty but you honestly love it about him, though you probably wouldn’t say it. Tenya often gets quite embarrassed by affection and will almost always shy away from it, but in small moments the man will soothe and comfort you.

You’re broken from your thoughts as you feel Iida’s callus thumb rub over your bottom lip, he wiped away the smudged lipstick before holding your chin and leaning in, however just before your lips had a chance to touch Iida’s dorm room door open suddenly, you both jumped away from each other and looked to the door, “now I’m certain there’s a ‘open door’ rule for when you’re studying with girls…” aizawa sighed as he looked at Iida with a tired expression. “Yes, I now remember that rule being mentioned, once or twice” Iida looked to you and all you could do was snicker, “yep, sounds about right” you cough out as you begin gathering your books and stationary from the table, you stood and quickly left the room with all your belongings, as you exited the room you heard Aizawa tell Iida it was lights out, before you could run off however the teacher stopped you, “straight to your dorm room… and no coming back here, study is over it’s lights out” he closed Iida’s door and turned to look at you, you nod “I haven’t had a chance to bathe, can I do that before I go to sleep?” You asked and the man sighs, it didn’t take a fortune teller to guess what you’d try and do, but Aizawa figured he should give you the benefit of the doubt, he should trust you, “fine… you can bathe, but no funny business… not tonight” he huffed and walked away muttering something about an argument between Midoriya and Bakugo.

You got back into your dorm room and packed away all your books and stationary before grabbing your bath bag, night clothes and towel, before making the trip to the bathroom. Getting into the bathroom you pulled out your phone and placed it on the side of the bathtub while you turned on the water waiting for the tub to fill, as you waited you undressed and began scrubbing your body at one of the washing stations, as you finished the bath water was full and you settled in.

You leaned your head back with your eyes closed for quite sometime before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it, watching random videos before a Pictalk notification popped in the top corner of your screen, clicking it a picture of a dark room with the caption that read

‘how much trouble did you get in?’

You smiled and snapped a picture of the steamy bathroom mirror and captioned it with.

‘None really… just a “don’t come back here, study is over >:(“‘

You chuckled and pulled yourself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub still allowing your legs to soak, another notification popped up and you clicked into it. It was of Iida’s neatly made bed.

‘Haha… you’re only bathing now?’

You smiled and shook your head, before taking a picture of your bare legs resting in the water.

‘Yeah, someone kept me busy with studying’

You watched the speech bubble in the messages pop up before disappearing and reappearing several times before finally you received a picture response, this picture was of Iida pulling a playful frown.

‘Are you trying to start something?’

You laughed at his expression before stepping out of the bath and emptying the water, as the bath drained you walked over to the mirror and wiped away a little of the steam, only leaving enough to cover below your hips, you stood in front of the mirror and covered a hand over your breasts before smiling and taking a picture, you send the picture with the caption.

‘start something? But I’m a good girl’

You waited patiently for Iida’s response while you dried yourself, then came in the next picture, Iida had also sent a picture of him standing in his mirror shirtless and one hand resting over his clothes crotch. The picture was captioned.

‘You’re testing my patience baby’

You smiled and wondered how far you could take this before one of you got impatient, though the way things are going anyone else would think Iida was moments away from giving in but that just wasn’t the case and the both of you knew it, you wipe down the rest of the mirror before sitting back on the ground and open your legs, you rubbed two fingers over your entrance before sliding them in, you took a picture of yourself through the mirror, with your best ‘O’ face and the caption.

‘So warm and wet…’

You waited and as you did your fingers worked in and out of you before moving to rubbed your clit, moaning you almost didn’t hear your phone chime, opening the picture you blushed and chuckled as you saw Iida’s long and thick member on the screen, he only have two fingers wrapped around the base, this time no caption was with the picture. However a voice note was sent moments later.

“I bet that pussy is nice and ready, you always are”

You heard the chuckle and groan in his voice and you knew exactly what he was doing while sending that voice note, you sent back a voice note.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”

Iida knew exactly what you were asking but instead all you got back was nothing, no voice note, no picture, not even a message, you scrambled to get dressed in your night clothes and grabbed your belongings. You walk down to the laundry room and put your clothes and towel in the washing machine, and left your bath bag next to the machine you were using, after this you wasted no time going to Iida’s dorm room.

You opened the door and walked in, the room was dark and as you looked towards Iida’s bed you noticed he was laying back with his blanket over him, he was fully dress in his goofy pyjamas, he looked as though he wasn’t just sending you dirty messages, “Tenya… Tenya you need to be awake” you whispered and walked over to him, you knew he wasn’t asleep, you had seen him sleep plenty of times so you knew he was awake, “Tenya sit up and take care of me” you whined as you grabbed at his pyjama top, the man chuckled as he sat up and looked down at you, “you’re such a greedy girl… we were told lights out and yet you’re here because of a picture” Iida sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I guess it can’t be helped… strip for me please” he smiled and you stood and moved to take off your shirt before stopping and looking to your boyfriend, “what about you?” You asked and Iida frowned “I said strip” he snapped and you quickly began removing your shirt, Iida nodded and looked at your breasts before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he motioned for you to step closer to him, so he could grab your arms and pressed them into your sides, your face became flushed as Iida trailed his tongue up your stomach to your sternum, he stopped and placed a kiss on your skin before moving to lick over your right nipping, you whined and pressed your legs together, before the man moved onto your other nipping this time suckling on it, “you’re sucking it like a baby” you breathlessly chuckled, Iida looked up at you with a hard stare before biting roughly on the side of your breast, you yelped and your boyfriend pulled you down slightly to capture your lips in an open mouth kiss, you gasped and cried out in surprise as Iida tongue took control over your mouth, the way he’s slurp and wriggle his tongue reminded you of all the times he’d eat you out.

Pulling away from you and loosing his grip, allowing his hand to slide down your arms and rest on your hips before he slowly pulled down your pants, leaving you in nothing but the pink girlish panties you’d normally never let Tenya see. “Aww how cute” he laughed as he kissed just above your waistband, “it’s not funny, I didn’t think when I grabbed them” you whined and felt Iida move you onto his bed to lay down on your back, “I think they’re cute… they’re so innocent and sweet” he smiled as he leaned in and whispered in your ear “reminds me of our first time… you were such a good girl, so patient” his voice was hushed and relaxed as he slowly pulled your panties to the side before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss over your entrance, “how badly do you want it greedy girl?” Iida asked, his hot breath brushing over your cunt, you whined and wiggled your hips “so badly… I need it” you moaned softly, trying to keep your voice down.

You cried out as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue lick slow strips up the length of your cunt, “more… Tenya, I need more…” you whimpered encouraging your boyfriend, Iida was a beast the way he’d devour you, you were certain given the chance Iida would eat you anywhere and anytime, he’d always put his all into eating you, he’d lick; suck and slurp, Iida was a shameless man when it came to having you on his tongue, he’d say the most vile and lewd things you’d ever heard from him, it was honestly pornography the things he’d come out with; and this time was no different.

“You taste like heaven… if men knew just how sweet you tasted, they’d be on their knees praying to you” he groaned as he licked between your folds, before wriggling his tongue inside you, “I’d lick your cunt raw if only you’d let me… I’d eat you every minute of the day and only take breaks to fuck you” he moaned into you before kissing up to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it for dear life, you cried out loudly completely foregetting where you were, “tenya I’m… I’m…” you arched you back and wrapped your legs around Iida’s head as you grabbed roughly at his neatly groomed hair, “…oh god… yes tenya… yes…” you whimpered as your body seized up and you began coming undone on your boyfriend’s mouth, he groaned and moved back your entrance, sliding his tongue back into you as his fingers began rubbing quickly over your clit, “holy fuck… ten… oh tenya” you gasped as you started to and push Iida away, however he only continued. You took a sharp breath in, then took another and another, before suddenly losing the ability to breath, it took Iida only a few seconds to realise what was happening behind he moved up to you and brushed your hair from your face, “breath baby, breath out” he encouraged as his thumb rubbed soft circles on your jaw, you breathed out quickly before sucking in a deep breath, while Iida continued encouraging you.

Once fully calm your boyfriend chuckled and settled himself between your legs, “that was scary… you wanna continue?” He asked as he leant back down ready to pick up where he left off, “I wanna… but not like that… I wanna have you inside me” you hummed as you pulled off your underwear and opened your legs as wide as you could, “I want it all inside, to the base Tenya” you used your fingers to spread your folds apart as your laid back and waited for your boyfriend. Iida watched your cunt intensely as it squeezed around nothing, before he pulled off his shirt and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, shifting the fabric down only enough for him to hang comfortably, the man pumped himself slowly and reached into his bedside table for a condom before rolling down his shaft and spitting on himself rubbing his saliva over his shaft, he than leant down and spat a large ball of saliva over your entrance, “hmmm… nice and wet… you’ll take it all in one now” he hummed as he prodded at your hole with his tip, pushing his saliva in and out, getting his tip wet.

Iida watched your cunt grip him tightly as he began to slowly slide in, once his cock was fully hilted inside you, you both moaned and Iida pressed his forehead against yours, “god fucking damn it… it feels good” he huffed out a string of cusses and rubbed your hips with his thumb as he waited for you to encourage him to move.

Iida had always been a giver, though he disguised it as petty payback… which it partly was… however with that being said Iida was always safe, he never acted reckless or overdid it, though this time was different.

Your hands grabbed Iida’s thick biceps as he gave you long and hard thrusts that caused the bed to thump into the wall, “Christ… you’re perfect” he moaned and grabbed a hold of your legs, he looked down at where the two of you met and smiled, watching the way your walls and opening clung to him so tightly, creating a delicious drag however because of this it was almost too hard for him to set an even pace, “please… more… I need it harder” you moaned as you dug your nails into he’s shoulders, Iida chuckled and began a strong pace. The man groaned and moaned as he held you down while he pushed into you a little bit harder and faster with every thrust, he’d moaned out obscenities while you simply took in the view, you’d finished several times already on his cock and looking down you could see a white ring form around the base of Iida’s cock, “Tenya… Tenya wait” you whine and place a hand on his chest to push him back, “what’s the matter? Is it starting to hurt? Should we stop?” He asked as he pulled out and grabbed the side of your cheek, you shook your head and leaned up “I’m fine, but I know you’ve been holding out for so long… so I want you to enjoy yourself a little” you hummed as you turn over and push your ass up into the air while pressing your face and chest into Iida’s mattress. Iida moved in and began looking over your wet folds, he rubbed his thumb over your cunt before using it to open you up for himself, “baby I’m always happy just giving you whatever you need, but this…” he groaned as he rubbed his tip over your clit, “you really want me to take what I need?” He questioned and you moaned, nodding your head and looking back at him, “I’m beyond satisfied, now I need to feel you cum” you whined as you reached back and grabbed a hold of the condom cover your boyfriend, before you began pulling it off him, the man moaned only to then quickly thrust into you once you pulled the condom completely off and discarded it on the floor, you grasped as Iida set into a brutal pace faster and harder then before, roughly holding your hips to stop your for jolting forward into the headboard, he’d roll his hips every so often and tried to get as deep as your body would allow him.

“I’m gonna cum so deep in you… I’m gonna use you up so no one else will want you” iida moaned as he threw his head back and grabbed at your ass cheeks, harshly smacking them every so often, “you dirty whore… you want that, don’t you?” Another harsh smack followed this and you responded with nothing but a whine. You can’t seem to form a coherent sentence, all that comes out of you is a jumble of words followed by moaning and whining, you were enjoying this, enjoying this more than maybe you should’ve been, “you’re squeezing so tightly…” Iida hummed as he further picked up his pace, he let out a laugh as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his thrusts, you could feel him twitching and pulsing with each thrust, “you sure you want it inside… cause if you don’t… I… I won’t” he moaned grinding his hips into you, “yes… god yes… inside please… Tenya please!” You cried loud before quickly having your face shoved into Iida’s pillows, “baby I love hearing your voice but shut the fuck up” he groaned as he held your head in place, while continuing his vicious assault on your cunt. Iida’s breaths become uneven and he lets go of your head and move his hand back to your ass, he grabbed at the flesh and watched as he began long quick, yet uneven thrusts. “Fuck baby, fuck…” he huffed as his hip’s faulted and snapped in towards you, you felt him shutter, soon an indescribable warmth filled your belly, your legs shook and your cunt squeezed uncontrollably, causing Iida to pulled out and begin fingering you, working you through your final orgasm of the night. “Shit… shit baby…” Iida sighed as he sat back on his bed, you crawled over to him weakly and climbed into his lap, “we fucked up… I shouldn’t have let you take it off… I should’ve kept the condom on” he huffed as he rested his head back against the wall, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill” you smiled however Iida did not return that smile, “it doesn’t matter… it was still so reckless of me… to allow you to seduce me into such dangerous play…” he hummed and hugged into you and pressed his face into your neck, “you make me a truly weak man” he sighed and began kissing your neck, “let’s not risk doing it raw again, I’m not a strong enough man for that just yet” he moaned and you couldn’t help but laugh, here was the overly serious and proper boyfriend you fell head over heels in love with, “we could always go one more round, I don’t feel full enough yet” you joked and felt Iida bite your neck before sitting up and frowning at you, “okay, I’ll stop… though it was nice” you hum and quickly stand up, walking into the toilet in the room, “I need a washcloth tenya” you call and heard the man stand from the bed before walking into the toilet with a wet washcloth, “do you need help darling?” Iida passed you the cloth and you nodded as you took it, “yeah it’s pretty deep in, I can’t possibly reach it” you said with a wide smirk, Iida sighed and knelt down “alright I’ll help you”.

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You sat in class as All Might finished up giving his feedback on today class, he finally ended his little lecture and dismissed the class but before anyone could stand and leave for the dormitory Aizawa stopped everyone as if he had been waiting outside the classroom door just for All Might to finish, “Bakugo, Midoriya, Iida and L/n, all of you are to stay back” he spoke before letting everybody else leave, All might gave Midoriya a nervous look before leaving himself. All four of you sat facing Aizawa as he sat down on the stool that had been moved into the classroom after he’d lost his leg, “now Bakugo and Midoriya, you both know fighting at school outside of training is prohibited and to fight in the dormitory is next level irresponsible, both of you will have two weeks of after class detention… now get out of my site” he grumbled and both boy stood, beginning to leave, however Midoriya stop near Iida and in a not so quiet whisper “I’ll wait for you out in the hallway” he smiled and Aizawa quickly piped in, “absolutely not… get back to the dormitory” he scolded and this made Midoriya scramble out the door, closing it behind him.

“Now you two, you know why I have you here… don’t you?” Aizawa crossed his arms and looked between the both of you, Iida swallowed as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face. “I have some ideas” your eyes shifted to the side and you smiled nervously, “very funny L/n, but maybe next time you decide to give Iida a past curfew visit make sure I’ve actually finished my rounds…” his frown deepened and you could feel your face go red, “it was quite a surprise to be finished up then suddenly heard a woman’s cries though the boy’s half of the dormitory” Aizawa looked towards Iida and from the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend struggling to make eye contact with the teacher, “and then all the banging of what I presume was your bed frame… but hey maybe I’m wrong and you were decorating, and you were just cheering on all his hard work” Aizawa’s face still held a straightness despite his very obvious frustration, “look, you can’t be doing that kind of stuff so freely and openly, if the wrong person heard that or even if someone was able to get a picture or video of you two… because you know how driven some of your classmates are…” Aizawa sighed and uncrossed his arms “if something like that happened to get out to the media, it’d ruin your careers before they have a chance to actually begin…” Aizawa spoke so calmly it was unnerving, he then looked at you and continued on “L/n the public wouldn’t see you as some sweet little sister anymore, you’d be seen as some whore who seduced an honest and just man…” his expression softened and you looked down in shame before he moved onto Iida, “and Iida, the public would start saying your a weak willed man, if you’re lucky… or they’d treat you like a monster for defiling a precious young woman” he said and leant back in his chair with a sigh, Aizawa pinched is nose bridge “you both need to be more careful, I’m not saying you can’t do that you’re both adults and will be out of here in a few months, but you need to think about your image, so no doing that here and no going to love hotels, doing it at one of your homes where your privacy is respected… and you’ll be having two weeks of detention with Midoriya and Bakugo” he grumbled and stood ready to leave, “get out of here, now” he said as he pointed to the door, both you and Iida speedily left the room as you both exited you had Aizawa muttered under his breath questioning how he hadn’t gone grey yet.

“I think it was worth it…” you said walking along side Iida and after a moment of silence the man chuckled, “yeah it was, I’m disappointed in us… but it definitely was worth it” he added and shook his head in amusement, “worth it enough to do it again” you smiled and grabbed Iida’s hand, “its tempting, but no… I’m pissed about the idea of all those guys hearing you” he said and brought the back of your hand up to his lips kissing it before the both of you walked back to your dorm laughing about everything.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ My Hero Academia Masterlist

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❀ Izuku Midoriya

𝜗𝜚┊͙Dripping┊͙{Brother Izuku fucking his sister who has a only fan}{Imagine}

𝜗𝜚┊͙Perv!Yan!Nerd!Izuku┊͙{Thoughts about perv!Yan!izuku with a sweet reader}

𝜗𝜚┊͙Izukus Blackwhip┊͙ {just a thought of dom!izuku using blackwhip}

𝜗𝜚┊͙Getting Stuffed┊͙{Requests for breeding kink}

𝜗𝜚┊͙Sero teaching him how to fuck┊͙ {Anon thoughts turned into a dabble}

❀ Katsuki Bakugou

𝜗𝜚┊͙Kats’ riding your thigh┊͙ {Sub!Kats Dabble}

𝜗𝜚 ┊͙Soul Sucking ┊͙Series┊͙{KiriBaku x Succubus!F!reader}

❀ Eijiro Kirishima

𝜗𝜚 ┊͙Soul Sucking ┊͙Series┊͙{KiriBaku x Succubus!F!reader}

❀ Denki Kaminari

𝜗𝜚┊͙ Confusing Him ┊͙{Fem!Boy!Reader small dabble}

❀ Hanta Sero

𝜗𝜚┊͙Sero teaching izu how to fuck┊͙ {Anon thoughts turned into a dabble}

❀ Shoto Todoroki

𝜗𝜚┊͙Needy Shoto┊͙{This won the polls! So dom but needy sho}

❀ Mina Ashido

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❀ Ochako Uraraka

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❀ Momo Yaoyorozu

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❀ Kyoka Jiro

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❀ Tenya lida

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❀ Shota Aizawa

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❀ Himiko Toga

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❀ Dekusquad

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❀ Bakusquad

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❀ Class 1A [college]

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❀ Others Characters.

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