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coffee and cocoa date

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⌕ boku no hero academia - aizawa shota.

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HS days! Had to draw these 5 with this meme. Shou would def yell at them lmao

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Snippets of a my hero fic draft!

Aizawa x OC

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kinktober entry 1: Shibari

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Aizawa x unnamed/undescribed afab oc Fandom: My Hero Academia Warnings: bondage. edging. unbeta'd.

These are just small things for the month. Just a bit of a taste. I had fun writing this. Enjoy!

She shifts, testing how tight he’s bound her before she relaxes into it, mind slipping back as he takes command. It’s a release for both of them. She gets to give up all of the control to someone she trusts and he gets to be confident in the fact that he holds all the power in the situation. It isn’t like facing a villain or a disaster. Everything in this moment is manipulated and held in check by him. 

She used to be terrified of heights, but being held in suspension by him in the air gives her a sense of security. She trusts him in every moment, in every way. Even when bound in ways she didn’t think her body could manage, forced to accept the vibrations of the toy he holds against her. 

The phone rings but they both ignore it. The outside world isn’t a part of this. It’s only them. Just them. A break from the responsibilities and chaos their lives hold when they’re not in the moment. Until it doesn’t stop.

Shota sighs, running a callused palm up her side, over the bindings of his scarf that holds her in place. “Stay still,” he orders before shifting to ensure the toy remains pressed against her even as he steps back. “Not a sound.” 

She bites her bottom lip, trying to control the sounds that are desperate to come out as he finally answers the phone. 

“What?” There’s a long pause and she can barely focus on his words as the tension of her upcoming orgasm heightens. She hears him sigh though because the disappointment of is cuts through everything else. “When?”

She’s at the cusp of her release, trying to hold back from her impending orgasm because she knows he likes it when she waits for the order for it. Her toes curl, unable to do more to retreat from it. 

The vibrations stop, letting her catch her breath as he turns her slightly from her perch to face him. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs softly. “Look at me.” He waits until her eyes meet his and she focuses enough to ensure she’s actually hearing him and understanding. “I’m being called to the field.”

“What?”

“I know,” she sees the tension in his jaw, the way the relaxation that he had as he manipulated her into place is gone as the outside world has forced itself in. “Our time right now is being cut short. Now, I am giving you two choices. You can finish, I’ll untie you and ensure you’re comfortable and taken care of before I leave and we can continue another time…or I can leave you here, letting this-” he turns the vibrations on again, “bring you to the edge over and over again until I come back. I’ll have an alarm on me and an alert with you. You ever need to stop, you can stop the toy and I’ll come untie you regardless of what’s happening where I am. I’ll take care of you.” 

Her throat tightens as she hears the promise in his words. It would be the first time he’d ever leave her like this. “Don’t you need your scarf?”

“I have more than one,” he says, sounding amused. 

“Oh, right.” 

He gives her a moment to consider the options. “Well, sweetheart? What’s your choice?” 

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Aizawa x Daisy (oc) 🌼🖤

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Chapter four: Dawn of Judgment.

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, gore, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual visualizations of a minor (she's almost 18), swearing, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs, graphic depictions of gore, blood, torture, dead dove do not eat.

Notes: I'm sorry I keep disappearing, I'm busy IRL even though I am almost done writing chapter 10. There are more posted chapters on my ao3 account, the series name is the same if you'd like to search it up there.

Warning: Names, places and events that happen are all fictional. Any overlapping on real life people, places or events is purely coincidental.

Also, this chapter contains unfiltered criminal and psychological behavior, please be mindful whilst reading the trigger warning list and expect the worse before proceeding. Read at your own discretion. Your mental health matters <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Lilith

  My hand was shaking, a roll of goosebumps ravishing my entire body and a rush of cold washed over me. Impulse was both my strength and weakness. When I would be over what particular thing I’ve done, this ice cold settles in and I’m not sure I was the fondest of it. 

  Eraser dragged us all out and per my request, he made sure Chisaki was with us yet in a different car. Eraser hasn’t said a word to me, but I read him well. Fuck I read him too well. Eraserhead may want to appear to be the most unreadable, disheartening, boss. I saw resolve, doubt, he kept quiet to think the silence was loud enough. 

  Eraser was in fact, speechless. 

  I scoffed with half a smile on my face, then my headache hit again. Did he take my vape? It has been a long time since I smoked. I preferred not to. 

  His eyes bored into my soul. My eyes met with his tired ones, he pulled yet another fat cigarette and lit it up, a puff of smoke left his lips as it glowed, glancing away out the window. Contemplating. This air around him was like electricity to me. And the memory of this morning flooded my head. Him breathing over my face, a breath rich of tobacco and coffee mixed in with his earthy spicy cologne. 

  I leaned to tower over his side. “Sumanai.”  I spoke before picking his cig and taking a hit, too heavy. It went right to my head, the ache washed away with dizziness. I shouldn’t have taken such a big breath. 

  And the car went over a speed bump. 

  I rumbled and lost balance. Yet Eraser was quick to catch his cig from my hand and press me plush against him with his free hand. 

“So much for a big girl’s puff.” His deep voice called and I dare not look at him. I can already feel the bass of his voice in my core. I could hear him take another breath and smell it as he exhaled. My hands on his chest, I pushed myself up but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled. 

  I gasped, looking at him with my cleavage and neck exposed. 

“Sorry for ruining the deal, don. And sorry for ruining this dress.”  I blurted, I could feel his eyes restraining from looking down at me and clinging onto my eyes. 

“Sorry for staining your suit too.” I brought my fingers to my mouth, teeth latched on the lacy fabric and pulled my black glove off. It was my right hand. Nails painted red and fingertips stained red too. He bit his lower lip and loosened his grip. 

“Black suits you.” 

“I know it does.” I responded to his comment and leaned back to my seat, closing my eyes. “My job is done. You have to let me go.” I announced, unwilling of it. 

“You’re not planning to have me dead?” 

“My job was to keep you alive during the deal.”

“How did you–?” 

“I have my ways. Now just like how fast you took my things. You shall return them.” 

“Who are you–?” 

“It’s not important now.” We reached his place and I got off, gazing over my shoulder as he followed. “I can be whatever you want me to. I am Lilith, your savior.” I smirked and he let out a chuckle. 

  Deep, vibrating chuckle. 

  I almost felt it in my core. 

  Fuck. 

  My chest.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked and I looked at him, zoning back in. 

“Nothing. Why?” 

“You dropped your smile for a second there.” 

  I grinned. “It was fun while it lasted.” 

“Even though there was nothing to–” We both spoke.  

“Last.” I breathed. 

“Last?” He questioned

What the fuck is this tension? 

“Jinx.” The muscle in his cheek flexed as he said that. I enjoyed how he looked doing that. 

“The girl.” Clearing my throat, I started. “Who’s taking care of her? I’m not legal yet.” 

“You’re not?” He seemed surprised. 

“October.” I chimed as we strolled inside. My gloved hand holding both my one heel that I was wearing and the other glove as I walked barefoot. 

“I see. An innocent girl shouldn’t live under danger.” 

“Right. Your mansion is both safe and dangerous. And I don’t suppose I’m quite the right person to take care of her.” I mentioned right when we reached my wing and the men were already inside, packing for me. When did he order them?  I went inside and gestured Shouta to follow as I went to the closet

  I picked out a bra and a pair of panties, both in fushia, alongside black cargo pants and a full sleeved black top. 

“I will have you an SUV to drive you home.” He mentioned. 

  Humming in agreement, I rolled the idea of having a kid around. I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad. I might force myself to fix my sleep. It would be.. More of an antidote. 

“Do you think keeping her with me is safe?” My eyes trailed to his face. He had the lightest of flushes with the clothes in my arm, he looked tired, eyebags growing. 

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate. 

“Even when I disagree with Chisaki, I wouldn’t be too sure one of his men won’t free him and kidnap her.” He added. 

“Speaking of.. Let me go pay him a visit, no?” I put down my clothes on the marble counter in the bathroom and came back out, putting my glove back on and leaving the heel behind. 

“Let’s drain some answers out.” I could feel the curtain draping over me again. The urge to kill. The urge to see all the pride flush away from their faces with the knock of death. 

  He led me to a spacious basement. It was undecorated. The ceiling was cement with white light bulbs hanging fairly lower than the average. The walls and floors were glazed cobblestone. Smart. Cement wouldn’t be easy to clean. The only thing separating the staircase corridor from the big room was bars. 

  Hell.

  I could hear the echoes of Eraser’s dress shoes when we walked. The room had random chairs, chains and a plastic table atop all tools used near the right wall. Unlike everything else, the tools –once I drew the knife out of its pocket– were so shiny I could see my reflection in them. I plucked one of the hairs from my own head and tried slicing it in half. The edge of the blade glided smoothly on the follicle. 

  Another set of feet walked into the basement and wails of pain alongside screeches of Chisaki’s shoes as he was forced by two men. I watched them as they chained him onto the chair. His left eye socket was empty and my heel was still in his thigh. 

“Go ahead and kill me already.” He grumbled. 

“Not until I get my answers.” I flipped the knife in my hand, gripping the handle then bringing the blade to my palm, gliding it open until crimson bloomed. I could hear the fighting and gruntles of the other men that worked for Chisaki as Eraser’s agents chained them up too. 

“Lilith–” Eraser called to my injury but I paid no attention. 

“Sh..” I put down the knife and brought my bloody finger to my lips. “You will watch, better enjoy the show.” 

  I went to the first man, recognizing him as the one who defied me. “Say, I know the people in the room know the information I need. Where is your so-called product stored?”

  My voice was soft, dreamy even as I sucked on my teeth, observing the man before me. He glanced behind me, at Chisaki. I held his face with one hand and jerked it back to meet my eyes. “You’re at my mercy.” I leaned in, inch away.  “Do not forget that and answer.” 

He quivered as I leaned away. 

“DON’T YOU DARE–” 

“I WILL GIVE EACH OF YOU SLOW PAINFUL DEATHS. DECAPITATE YOU THEN SHIP YOUR HEADS TO YOUR FAMILIES BEFORE HUNTING AND KILLING EACH ONE OF YOUR BLOODLINE.” I screamed, cutting off Chisaki’s attempt. 

“You better start talking.” I turned back to the man, beaming.

“N-No.. Please-” 

I sighed and turned back to Sho– Eraser. Eraser. “Can we get a torch lighter? I want to heat up the tools.” 

  He crooked up a brow. “Yes.” He leaned back and his man beside him went stumbling up the stairs and briefly came back as I scanned the pliers. I handed him the knife from before. “Make it red.” 

  I grabbed the plier and grabbed the guy's hand, he struggled of course but I managed to get it between my thick thighs and pulled on the nail with the tool. His guttural scream echoed through the walls of the room as blood oozed from the raw nail bed. 

“If you get a deep wound I will scorch you. So you stay alive for days, weeks, watching as I butcher you and your comrades.” I threatened.

“Look at your former leader, one silly move and he lost an eye and a functional femoral artery. He’s only awake because my pretty little SHOE is stopping him from bleeding out.” I loomed before pulling on his hair and forcing him to stumble forward, two meters away from Chisaki and forced to stare at him, sniffling like a goddamn child. 

  I waited patiently, by the sound of how his sobs got deeper I knew he’s guilty because he’s gonna fess up. 

“Sorry boss…” 

  Bingo.

“There’s a bar near the starbucks that’s by some famous spa center in Sapporo district–” 

“AHO DA-” Chisaki screamed. 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” I let go of the guy and went up to Chisaki. Grabbing his finger with the pliers I twisted the bone of his knuckle off and stuffed it into his throat. 

“Keep going. I’ll make sure your body reaches your family.” I stood over the guy again. 

“You need to have a password to be let into the secret passage… Only Chisaki knows it.”

“Anything else I should know of?” I clicked my tongue. 

“It connects all of the cities and towns together, very convenient for traveling and hiding.” He sighed. 

“Good boy.” I patted his head. “You’ll die an honorable death, I give you my blessing to go to hell.” 

I moved away and eyes met with Shinsou who was taken aback. Where did Sho– Eraser go? 

“Get a bullet in this man’s head.” I cleared my throat and Shinsou went ahead and put the gun to the side of his head. With the gunshot the brains splattered onto the others faces. I went ahead and took the red knife from the man who’s been heating it up. Then proceeded to brand Chisakis' knuckle so he’d stop losing blood. 

“Get him a doctor for his thigh.” I mumbled before leaving the cell and heading upstairs. Where the fuck did he go? Whatever, it was none of my business now. 

  I went back to my room and turned on the shower, red footprints left of my trail on the creme tiles. Stripping down and letting the almost scorching water engulf me in warmth.  

  That unpredictable piece of work. Who the fuck kidnaps a random off the floors of the club? My chest ached; did he often do that? Kidnap, mesmerize his subject then use them before killing for fun? My visit to Japan didn’t revolve around him, in fact I was going to abandon that idea since it was undoable. 

  Yet the idea of leaving didn’t fail to make my chest feel hollow. This crazy obsession over one man had to come to an end. Stalking him for two years is enough, I’ve come to Japan, that’s as close as I can be. He’s way older and seemed like the drugs, one-fuck and go type. I hated that, so disappointing. I knew he was like that in his early years but the image of him leaving those behind as he turned thirty was a theory I managed to convince myself only. 

  That’s what I get. For fabricating a version of him that never existed. 

  When I got out of the shower I clipped on the bra, slipped into the panties, got dressed in the cargo pants and pulled my top over my head. I feel dumb, so dumb. All of these stupid men are the same, wanting a hole to fuck. It’s not like I’m the easiest to love anyways, my arms and legs were full of scars, they like to think they’re shawarmas. 

  I dried my hair and it immediately fluffed up. Then I wore my favorite pair of trekking boots.  I already miss the shower. Is that going to be the only place I feel warm? My eyes burned. 

  Why am I such a sensitive bitch?

  Leaving the bathroom, one of the Aizawa’s men stood there. “Your car is ready, Ojo-Sama.” 

“Arigato gozaimasu.” I left and made my way through to the gate, looking around, this little piece of heaven will go to some other woman, or man, whatever it is. 

  It is what it is. 

  I then locked eyes with Aizawa and he pulled me into his office, pinned me to the wall and locked the door. He seemed distraught. And I was caught off guard, my heart pounding as I observed his suave features. 

“Your name..” He panted, his face was so close. Moreso the reason I lightly rolled my eyes. 

“My name, what about it?” I closed my eyes, perhaps I can relish this moment a little. I can feel his breath on my cheek.. The heat of it gathered in my chest, and other places. 

“Noor. The light of death or dawn of judgem–” 

“Don’t.” I glared at him and pushed him away. The blood in my veins went cold. 

“I was never paid to kill anyone, I was paid to get answers. The fuckers just die because they make themselves suffer too much. And this stupid thing–” Tears rolled out my eyes, it feels like everything I’ve worked to do had come with no avail. 

“Me coming here. Protecting your fucking ass, was not a job. No one told me to do shit. I wasn’t even gonna do it because it seemed impossible to intrude. You kidnapped me and made it possible. You being alive right now is a mere fucking coincidence and I wish it hadn’t happened!” I yelled at him as he stood unfazed yet gulping this shit down. 

“Only for you to be so-” I gestured with my hands. “Charming.” I gritted. 

“Fuck. You.” I unlocked the door and left, sniffling. 

Shouta. 

  What?

  I still didn’t process one thing she uttered at me. Does that mean she knew me beforehand? Was she stalking me? How did she even know of me when barely the Japanese know of me? Also.. I was charming? That surely did bring a smile to curve at my lips but why does it upset her?

  Running my hands through my hair, I slumped onto my desk chair and called for Shinsou. The odds of this whole ordeal were slimmer than the chance of finding a needle in a mountain of hay. My attraction to her was merely infatuation and shall pass by. I ordered him to install cameras in Noor’s apartment as I skimmed through the file of information I made my men gather that rested on my table. 

  Her apartment wasn’t even under her name, it was under someone called Yin. How fucking clever. Not registering it under a family member’s name. I had access to cameras that are tiny, they don’t glow red, like a speck of dust. They should run unnoticeable. I saw the next document, it was her application for university under her real name. A copy of her IELTS, seven and a half? Impressive. 

  There was a copy of her passport. Fuck, she looked put together and… Beautiful. Looking right through the camera wasn’t she? With that sly smirk. She was Arabic after all, not european. My instincts were once again proven right. 

  Shit, I shouldn’t be wasting time running a background check. Nor installing cameras. Fuck it, I’m installing them to insure safety of the child, I do not involve myself with dangerous people who threaten my reign or make me feel inferior. Yet that scene from today replays at the back of my head, over, and over, and over. 

  Pulling nail beds out, ripping fingers off, burning the wound so Chisaki doesn’t bleed out, she knew her ways and wasn’t even legal. I couldn’t help but wonder what would push such a young person– An innocent looking girl. Into that shit. She didn’t need the money, her financial status was stable, above average even. She’s smart, and got into a prestigious university with flying colors. 

  Noor seemed to… Enjoy it… In a way.

  Even I always had someone else to do the torture, I couldn’t stand the whining. My game was at tracking people down and making illegal money. Not torturing per say… 

  What am I even thinking about? I need sleep. Yes. 

  It’s been a long day. 

  Long, eventful, day. 

  Once I reached my room, I slipped out of my clothes and let my hair free, plopping into the bed in nothing but boxers and wrapping myself in the crisp blanket. 

  Closing my eyes. 

  Turning. 

  Rolling over. 

  Stay still.

  Focus on breathing. 

  In…

  Out…

  In…

  The image of Noor’s curious eyes and glossed lips flashed in my head again. The way she took my cig, got lightheaded and how her breasts felt against me. How she flashed those pretty doll eyes at me. How she smelled when I pinned her to the door, her eyes closed and chest heaving with anxiousness, curiosity and desire. So unpredictable yet so fucking entertaining and..

  Sweet, oh so sweet.

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Character Calamity!

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Whose turn is it to feed the cat?

Aizawa x (GN) Reader:

Genre: Fluff? Warning(s): Minor argument, kisses, use of nickname (love) Word Count: 269 Key: •=Aizawa Talking >= You Talking Background: You are a pro hero and are married to Aizawa.

It was another long night for you. You’ve been working on a really big case, and due to the crime surges in the area, you were forced to take on extra patrols. As you entered the apartment you saw your Husband sitting reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee, while cuddling princess (y’all’s cat).

•Hey love, welcome home. How was work?-A

>Busy, these extra shifts are really getting to me, I’m exhausted.

•Awe love go shower and I’ll make dinner for you.

You took a nice long hot shower to relax your tense muscles. Aizawa was waiting for you when you got out. You two small talked about your days and enjoyed your dinner before heading off to your room to cuddle. You were both relaxed and almost asleep when you heard a Meow. Then a second and a third. The meowing continued outside the door to your bedroom as your cat tried to get your attention.

>Shota, did you feed Princess today?

•It was your turn today love.

>No it’s your day Shota.

•Y/N I promise you today is your day.

>Is NOT

•It is to, but since you had a long day I’ll do it for you. **He says this as he gets up and kisses your forehead**

He quickly feeds Princess and then coming back to cuddle up with you.

>Thank you, Shota.

•No worries, I love you, Goodnight.

—MEOW—

•Love you too, Princess.

>Love you too Shota, AND Princess.

You both fell asleep peacefully, knowing you had each other forever and always.

^^Princess when they forget to say they love her too^^

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Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ So as you already now it's valentines day in many countries so I decided to do something fluffy for you ❤️ Hope you enjoy! (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Pd: Happy valentine's day to those who have a special someone! And to those who hasn't, treat yourself with some chocolates and flowers because loving yourself is also a reason to celebrate! 💕

Warnings: none, just fluff

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

The heroes have won and restored peace. It took some time to rebuild the cities near the fight but in a few months, Japan was functioning like usual. The classes at UA started again and everyone was excited to be back at school (even those who have lost friends, family or teachers) but not Aizawa. He felt terrible about how things turned out and just couldn't move on like nothing ever happened. Not when he has scars that hasn't healed yet. He lost many friends and now he was incapable of using his quirk to save others. Because of it, he felt useless and miserable as he was no longer a hero and all he had left was teaching.

Mic was getting worried about his friend's behaviour; he didn't eat or sleep and started shutting down to everyone around him. It was when Eri knocked the door one night saying she was scared cause Aizawa had locked the door to his bathroom and won't come out, that the hero decided to put an end to this situation. Firstly, he obligated his friend to go the psychologist and then, every week they would go out in order to make him feel comfortable interacting with other people again; this included setting him up on dates against his will. Having a relationship was not something he needed right now and he definitely didn't want to become a burden to anybody. That was until a certain someone came along...

Y/n was a foreigner doctor that arrived to Musutafu a few months ago when she found out what was happening and wanted to help. She had a "sanation quirk" which meant she could cure and regenerate body parts. She's specialised in working with people who had been badly injured and needed to train their body functions from the beginning.

After helping to attend civilians and heroes during the final war, Nezu offered her a job at the UA as "Recovery girl" was finally retiring and she gladly accepted. She was introduced to the other stuff a few weeks earlier but Shouta was nowhere to be seen and definitely didn't pay Yamada any attention when he talked about a "new sexy doctor" or something like that cause, if he had listened to him, he would've been prepared for such a sight. His friend suggested to visit the new college as maybe she could help him to recover fiscally (and also because he knew that the moment Aizawa saw her, he would be hooked) So there he sat rigid without making eye contact while she inspected his injuries. She was so close that he couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume. Y/n (as she has told him) was the prettiest woman he has ever seen or been near, by far; her e/c eyes brought calm when he looked into them and her reassuring smile told him everything was going to be ok and suddenly, he realised how rough this months have been that a simple gesture fold with positivity, made him feel so overwhelmed he needed to get out of the room for a few moments.

Once he came back, the doctor was smiling at him and made him sit next to by grabbing his rough hand into her delicate one He was not expecting such an action as well as not expecting her look at him right on the eye and said "Have some good news for you! First of all, we are gonna replace this pirate bandage you have for an implant and, with my quirk's help, it could regenerate your hability to see and use your power. However, it'll take time. We will work together in rehab and maybe and year from now, you would be able to use your quirk like you did before! (I'm not a doctor, I actually study law, so please understand all of this is fantasy)" Aizawa couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even thought Mic had told her say that so he wouldn't feel so terrible but the look in her eyes was one of genuine happiness and sincerity so he choose to believe and chase, after so many years, the hope of having a good ending where he could finally be in peace with himself.

Six months later, Shouta was quite pleased with how much he achieved. He started eating, sleeping and teaching like he did before it all went down the hill. He really had missed training his students and doing hero work. So he was glad he visited y/n that time, speaking of which became one of his best friends. She was always by his side; on his worst days where everything hurt and he didn't want to keep going, she was there to extend him a hand. Also, on those days were training seemed easy and he would do everything right, she was there to cheer for him. It was just a "mere coincidence" that his favourite days were the ones he spent next to her. Actually, they had their own routine together; they would eat every day the bento boxes she prepared to lunch at the rooftop, also, before going to the teachers dorms, they would have a cup of coffee and tea (a vanilla tea with honey for her. Yes, he memorized her favourite drink because he is a really good friend, right? Right?) and twice a month they would go out to eat alone or sometimes Hizashi joined them.

Some days, she would appeared unexpectedly to play with Eri and they would ended up having dinner together, like a family. Oh, that made Aizawa stay awake at night. The mere thought of having y/n on his life as more than a friend, made his head spin. He would take to his own grave that sometimes, when they were out with Eri, he actually pretended they were a real family and when old ladies comment on how cute their child was, he did not denied and respond "yes, I know just like his mother" just to see the cute blush on her face and for her to hit his arm because of embarrassment.

Her arrival had been a blessing and there was no denying she'd saved him but somewhere along the way, feelings got confusing and their friendship was something more to him. When he was around her, he no longer felt lonely and sad. She made him feel loved when she traced the scars from fights he wanted to forget or when she would put his head on her lap and caressed his hair till he was asleep. Every little thing made him fell in love with her allover again, that's why he had prepared a big surprise in order to confess. He has been leaving romantic letters on her desk with flowers or chocolates, other times he left some vanilla tea with her favourite cake or small gifts such as plushies, earrings and necklaces all from her secret admirer. The girls from class 2A had given him the idea and help him choose a few of them.

When Valentine's Day arrived, Shouta was so nervous he thought he would explode. Today was the day he'll finally confessed. He had made a reservation at the highest building in the city just to have the best view for the fireworks show and the lake. He made sure they served her favourite dish and that were roses on the table. He left a letter on her desk that said "Today I'm going to have enough courage to tell you how I feel. Please meet me at 8PM at xxxx, I'll be waiting. Pd: This is my final gift before reviling identity, please feel free to wear it tonight. Kisses, your secret admirer" and next to it was a box with a beautiful red dress inside. Something modest and elegant but just as stunning as you were. He did a design for Momo to make and he couldn't be happier about how it looked on her, She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. She still hadn't seen him and Shouta panic for a moment, his head filled with bad thoughts like "what if she rejected him? What if she didn't like him?, etc" but once he looked eye with her, he knew everything was going to be alright even if she rejected him. Her eyes were full of curiosity and she was trying to hide the blush on her face by looking around the restaurant so he took this moments to admire her. If he could his the ground she was walking, he definitely would. What a sight she was. Not only with this beautiful dress but also when she wore that cute pijama bunny with her hair on a messy bun. He would choose that sight every day for the rest of his life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was no coming back and he gladly accepted that from the start. He was hers to take if she wanted to and he would make sure to give her the best of him, mind, spirit and soul.

He hadn't realised he's been holding his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him with a timid smile and said "I was hoping it was you all along" and took him by surprise by kissing him and that was how it started. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone as wonderful as her but he'd make sure she won't regret ever choosing him.

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Inktober🖤🌙 {10//4 ~ Kalica}

[ladycry19]

[smollmilly]

I have nothing to say for myself. He’s hot what can I say?

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tender kisses, sweet kisses and a kiss for Professor Aizawa

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Aizawa x Daisy (oc)🖤🖤

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Chapter Three: Unloaded

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, gore, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual visualizations of a minor (she's almost 18), swearing, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs, graphic depictions of gore, blood, torture, dead dove do not eat.

Notes: I decided to switch from third person to first and switching POV from this chapter onward. Similar to Haunting Adeline's writing style. Also this chapter has our first 18+ Scene. Lmk if you'd like to be tagged for upcoming chapters.

Also, this chapter contains unfiltered criminal and psychological behavior, please be mindful whilst reading the trigger warning list and expect the worse before proceeding. Read at your own discretion. Your mental health matters <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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Shouta

The flower I had picked was not what I thought it was. My instinct, alongside the evidence, the little things, pointed to my suspicions being correct.

After breakfast this morning, I was energetic enough to finish up a good portion of both the legal business and oversee the records of our shipment tracks. It’s the coffee. It’s the motherfucking caffeine. It’s anything but that cold run in my veins when I think of her. 

Pursed glossed lips, long curled black lashes, was she foolish enough to challenge me? Who the fuck was this Lilith? Not a wallet or a phone with her when I caught her. No identification, no records, apartment empty of any source of identification, I got nothing on her. It’s going to be a hassle to get her info. 

As if I was her pawn, not the other way around. She’s kidnapped, she should be throwing a fit, screaming, kicking, planning her escape. All I found was this disposable vape in her bra, laid neatly on the side of the table. I eyed it then slammed shut my laptop. I picked it out and smoked it. 

Strawberries, mint. 

Fuck. Is that how her breath smells? Would that be how her soft glossy lips feel? No, they would taste of glossy cherry candy.. Or fresh strawberries. 

I shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s well ten years younger, if not half my age. I shouldn’t have kidnapped her. We barely had two interactions and this is how I’m reacting. Putting the vape back down, I slid down my desk chair, under the table where I laid my sleeping bag and some pillows. If I sleep uncomfortably I would wake easily, I would be alarmed. And this bag brought me comfort….

– 

I scrunched my face as my back ached from the awkward position I was in, perhaps I should’ve slept in bed. No, I’ll rest when I get all my work done. I just need to… Where’s my phone? I grabbed it and looked at the time, four in the afternoon. I slept for four hours, that’s the longest I’ve gone in a long time. Probably why my back hurts. 

Lunch, we could have lunch.. Dinner, with Lilith, I’ll make sure she sits face on one of the cameras and we could start the background check from there. Then we have that deal with the North Japanese Yakuza who should arrive tonight. I will need my notes ready. 

I stood, grabbing my suit jacket and tie, did I sweat so much? So a quick shower first and foremost. Walking out of my office, I went to my wing from the mansion, seeing my right hand, Shinsou, as he caught up with me. He was well young, eighteen, and I was going to give him all this and teach him how to manage it if I were gone. 

“Aizawa-Senpai.”  His tone was dark, as if he were just a boy. I sighed, was he responsible enough? 

“You hadn’t told me about the guest.” He continued, his purple messy hair brushed back out of his face as he stared at me, I looked ahead, annoyed. 

“What makes you think I should report to you everything I do? Kozou?” I snapped after clicking my tongue. 

“I hadn’t exp–” 

“Do not act like you are in charge when you’re merely a mentee at my mercy.”  I reminded him. “I will take a shower. Do me a favor and tell Lilith we’re having dinner at five, introduce yourself to her if you wish. Afterwards we will take our leave.” 

“Yes Aizawa-Senpai.” He took a turn as I went into my room. Tossing my jacket and shoes aside as I unbuttoned my shirt. I let my clothes drop and pulled my hair tie out of my hair, even though I showered this morning. I hated how warm I get when I sleep. It’s like I’m a fucking heater. 

Letting the cold water run over my body, I kept my eyes closed. I wish I could stay like this forever. Unbothered, uninterrupted, no need to talk, no need to understand, no need to be alarmed. The cold water seems to understand me best, cooling the fire burning my skin. Washing the sweat and worry away. Draping me with peace and serenity. 

The fire burning me is the dread of what I did eating at me. Lilith seems unbothered, too carefree with her freedom taken away. I suppose she’s smart for not wasting her energy. Albeit it was unsettling for my instincts. The same tinglings that I get before a disaster unfolds, the tingling that got me where I am today. 

However, this is the first time that this instinct…

Excited me. 

I couldn’t tell whether she was a foolish girl thinking this is fun or someone I should be afraid of. Perhaps a spy sent to kill me? But if she was she wouldn’t have hesitated at the shooting range. Her cat-eyes simply fluttered as they pleaded the gun out of our hands, dark eyes having the sun shining on them to a chocolate color. Thick brows knitted together and biting on her lower lip because of the anxiety. 

Lilith was so adorable her little reactions have a grip on me. It sent all the heat to my groin. Fuck. I have no time for this. I should not be attracted to her; she might be a threat to me and the thought of her having a knife to my throat isn’t intimidating me as it should. I still reached out to my cock, stroking it. A heavy sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes. The coldness of the water on my warm cock edged me just right.

What if it was her red painted nails stroking me? If she pleaded with those eyes to taste me? Sitting between my legs and using her pretty little words to beg me? I yearn to pull her hair back, expose her neck and mark it. If she sits on my thigh, would I feel her wetness on my legs? Would she grind herself to her own release and whine out my name?

Fuck. No.

I came all over myself. The water quickly washed it off. I grabbed the head and cleaned the rest of myself with shower gel. When I got out I wrapped a towel over my waist and squeezed the water out of my hair. When I idly got the blowdry out to dry my hair, my eyes went to all the scars scattered over my chest and abdomen, shoulders. The hair on my chest – It wasn’t common for Asians to grow hair. And for some reason now I find it an insecurity of mine. 

Lilith was beautiful. I don’t know what she had or what she has seen or preferred to her men. But she was the glowy, influencer  kind, and I was the pale, too lazy to shave, just putting sunscreen on kind. And I could easily see by her side a pretty kind of man, too, one who probably has blue eyes, clean shave, gelled hair. Like superman. 

I cursed the way my thoughts were in the wrong alley as I buckled my belt, wearing the shirt and closing it. But seriously, the idea of her being with other men shouldn’t nudge me the way it is. She’s too young either way. I just so happened to catch her. She might be a spy. I’ll eventually have to kill her after finding who sent her to me. So whatever thoughts were in the shower, they stayed there and shall go down the drains. 

I decided that, and I don’t change my decisions. 

Lilith

We were having dinner, and the whole goddamn day I was so bored. I took a stroll in the gardens, sketched on the little notebook that I had found. I did a whole face of makeup, it was the same as my graduation too. And tried on the dresses that were offered and shoes, they were all designer. Damn, I don’t know if this is a curse or blessing. 

I was wearing a black satin and lace dress that had a cocktail top but sleeves that reached down and matching gloves, it hugged my body but not as tightly that it would be skintight. I looked at myself in the mirror just as I heard the door open and I jumped looking at the man before me. He had purple wavy hair pushed back and was in a black button up and pants. He eyed me down. I sent back a glare and clenched my jaw. How fucking dare he think he has the right to look at me that way?

“Konnichiwa. Shinsou Hitoshi.” He muttered and leaned on the wall, his eyes finally coming to meet with me while he sucked his teeth. He was enjoying what he saw, huh?

“Lilith.” I patted down the dress. 

“Nice to meet you. Aizawa-Senpai and you are having dinner at five,” He coldly stated. 

I checked the clock. “It’s four fifty.” 

He was acting interested but the way he crossed his arms in front of himself. He feels inferior. Aizawa Shouta didn’t seem the last-minute planner type. Even if he were, why would this Shinsou person be feeling inferior, was he trying to put me on the spot? 

“You got a problem? You seem to already have other plans.” He chimed. 

“No, but with no phone nor access to the internet I am investing in whatever idle things I like to do.” 

“And you enjoy dressing up like a prostitute?” 

I gazed at him with my tired eyes, how adorable would it be if he accidentally had his eyeballs gouged out. I then looked away, Yin was quick on her feet, good thing she found and took my electronics before his men emptied my apartment. 

Now lying about not having any shit other than a measly phone should be easy. 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” 

I turned to look at the lavender-haired boy again. Wearing a pair of heels and putting on perfume before walking past him, my shoulder hitting his chest. But he was quick to grab me. 

“Don’t try acting strong. Lilith. You’ll just embarrass yourself.” He advised. 

Grabbing his wrists, I pinned them to his sides on the wall and laughed. “Don’t threaten me, boy.” My nails dug into his wrists despite the skimpy lace between his skin and them, drawing blood. “Don’t make an enemy out of someone you know only their name.” 

His purple eyes widened as he struggled against my grip, he was hardly taller than me with my heels on. “Go cry to your daddy about how your cockiness got you souvenirs.”  I let go of him and left. 

I strode through the gardens whilst cursing myself. Fuck fuck fuck, why did I go off on him? Now they’re bound to know. Nono no no, calm down.. Calm the fuck. Down. Just say the truth, best manipulation and lies are the ones that have the truth embedded in them. Don’t panic, panic only leads to disaster. Fix boldness with more boldness. 

Aizawa approached me from the other side of the cobblestone sidewalk, his eyes focused on me. Almost strained struggling, I smirked, he probably is trying not to look down. He stopped as I reached him then we strolled together. Confidently, I smiled at him. “Good evening?” 

“Good evening, doll.” His response made my brow arch. 

He thinks I’m a doll. He seems tenser than before. He must have suspected something. If I were him, I’d think I’m a spy sent out to kill him. We reached a dining area that was located in the traditional area, the seats were floor-leveled and the table just an inch high enough to serve them. 

“Here,” He pulled out a chair for me. 

“Chivalry’s alive?” I laughed as I sat down, and his cologne hit me as he pushed my chair in before taking his own seat. It was spicy, like cinnamon? And vanilla? Mixed with an earthy scent..

“Itadakimasu.” He muttered. 

“Itadakimasu..” I repeated as I grabbed the chopsticks, maki rolls, soup and sushi, today we’re having more Japanese cuisine huh?

“You seem dressed up” He commented as he dug in. 

“So do you, sir..” I tilted my head, putting the salmon sashimi in my mouth. 

“I have somewhere to go after this.” He cleared his throat. Did the nickname catch him off guard?

“I’m coming with you.” I told him. 

“No you’re not.” 

“I am.”

“This isn’t some sort of gameplay.” 

“I am smart enough to realize that.” I stared at him as he looked at his soup, clenching his jaw. 

“Who are you?”

“Lilith.” 

He clenched his jaw again. 

“Trust goes both ways. Aizawa… Shouta.” I looked down when he stared at me, we barely had a minute of eye contact. I suppose I keep him on edge as he keeps me. 

“Who sent you?” He demanded. 

“If I was sent you wouldn’t be breathing right now.” I stuffed my face more, gosh I’m hungry and this food is amazing. 

“Kidding, I’m only joking. Or am I?” I raised a brow. “What I mean to say, Aizawa Shouta, not everyone is your enemy.” I continued. 

“Then what are you?” He reluctantly continued his food. 

“Your hostage. Either way, I will be coming to whatever auction you’re planning to go to.”

We wrapped up and I stood up after dabbing my mouth. He also led the way, arms up to tie his hair back into a messy bun. I’m a big fan of messy buns, but he has thick hair and it seemed painful. I wonder how it feels to touch it. No. 

No.

I want to though. 

It’s none of my business.

Fine. 

I leaned back on the leather seats of his car across from Aizawa who was texting on his phone. I felt my forehead begging mayday. I rubbed my brows, fuck. I have no idea where we’re going. But I just know I have to tag along no matter what. 

“Do you need a gun?” I heard Aizawa’s voice ask as I glanced at him, his eyebags seemed a little better than this morning. 

“No.” I looked out the window. “Turn up the radio, please.” I asked the driver as I dug my bra for my gloss and applied some. 

This is going to be an eventful night, however it may go. 

Shouta

She asked to come, yet wants no weapon. She knows her way with a gun. What the fuck did I fucking get in this claw-game and do I even want to be angry right now? Fuck it, if she died it’s less of a hassle for me. 

We reached and before I could get off she went out first. Eager, I followed, anticipating her trying to escape. But she didn’t. All I saw was her ass shifting very subtly as she cat-walked in front of me on the carpet to the entrance. In the cafe, they took us to the vip lounge where there sat a big round table and I took a seat with my men. 

She remained standing. Wandering about in the lounge room, I could sense and hear the mutters of my own crew either judging her or eye-fucking her. I tapped with my shoes on the hardwood floor, where was Shinsou?

He joined just as I thought that, the cuffs of his sleeve barely hid the trace of a bandage, when did he get hurt? He sat beside me with the folder. I side-eyed him, expecting him to tell me what happened. He leaned into my ear and whispered. 

“Lilith.” 

My eyes trailed to her again, she bent down, ass up as she looked under the table. The guys were making insolent hand gestures. I can’t take this shit, I reached inside my suit jacket for my pack and lit one up, taking a deep breath. Soon, the North Japanese Yakuza joined, and Lilith stood by, glaring them down as they took their seats. 

Her doe eyes were now judgemental and scary. 

I stifled a chuckle, why is she acting like my little bodyguard? 

Then I noticed. 

With the Northern Yakuza was a little girl, about eight? she seemed different, with that condition…Not having pigmentation.. Fuck I forgot the name. Her eyes were red and hair was bluish white. She was dressed in white hospital gown and had bandages all over her arms and legs and neck. The sight already put my stomach in a twist. Why the fuck did they have a little girl? 

“Should we begin?” I cleared my throat, glancing at Lilith and she was already switching glances between me and the girl. 

“Yes, as we mentioned in code we have many benefits of forming an alliance together.” The brunette leader started, wasn’t the leader an old man? 

I kept quiet, letting him do all the talk, we’ll see how this takes us. 

“Out North, we have established secret laboratories where we conduct experiments for a new product that would break the black market.” He continued.  His assistant handed me a tablet that showed me boring statistics. I skimmed over the next slide which explained the product. Serum…. Mutates human genetics? 

“It’s a bullet infused with a new type of germ. It's an unidentified disease, and deadly if not treated. Neither a virus or bacteria. But something far more concerning. It mutates the genes of human DNA.” 

The more I listen, the more I get the urge to vomit. I could feel Lilith’s aura without even exchanging eye contact. The pieces are all coming together. Is the little girl with bandages their donor?

“Of course, to make our finances skyrocket. We intend to have the antidote and sell it to the medicine companies. And with your transportati-” 

I slammed my fist on the table. 

“The Underground Japanese Yakuza does not have business with the likes of you.” I could feel my blood boiling already. 

“Excuse me?” He spoke, laughing. “I’m afraid you have no choice, Eraser.” 

I stood up, but then the rattling of guns aimed at my head and my men aiming theirs on them. 

“You do not force me into a deal.” My tone threatened. 

“We could achieve greatness! Change the world, fix the overpopulation as well. We’d be heroes!” He sounded like a lunatic. And looked like one at that.

“That’s not what we’re supposed to be. Especially with this sickly plan. You disgust me.”

“Gentlemen, fire–” 

“No one moves or your pathetic leader’s dead.” Lilith suddenly came up from under the table and pinned the man by his neck to the wall of the lounge. SHE’S HOLDING A PENCIL IN HER HAND? TO HIS EYE? 

They were about to move the guns when she dangerously ticked his eye as he gulped. “IT’S NOT A THREAT IT’S A FUCKING PROMISE. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO MAKE YOU ALL WITNESS SOMETHING WORSE THAN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES.”  She screamed at us.

Even I froze in fear. 

“Guns down, or one of his eyes is down. You choose.” She ordered. 

One by one, his men put their guns on the table. 

“ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. UNLOADED.” The man had visibly goosebumped when she yelled at him and they threw their guns to the floor. I couldn’t even think such a sound could come out of her.

One of them defied her, grabbing the gun and triggering it and she did not hesitate to stab Chisaki in the eyeball. No one dared to look away except the little girl. The guttural scream of agony that escaped him definitely reached even Italy. Blood poured out of one side of his face as he cried in utter pain. Lilith, unfazed, pulled his eyelids open, and made sure she gouged out the eyeball on the pencil as she pulled it out. It looked like a bloody horror movie kebab. 

She turned to look at us, blood splattered on her face as she let go of Chisaki, I started to pity him. “Anyone want to join him?” She scanned the crowd. 

“I do not need a pencil, I have no problem pulling out your fucking arteries and playing connect with them. Ask this guy.” She patted Shinsou on his back. I saw Chisaki trying to crawl to a gun and load it. 

Before I could think to look at her, she wastes no time turning and slamming her heel on the ground just beside his hand, a loud crack indicating she broke the wooden floor, the gun fell from his hand. 

“I missed~” Her sweet voice cooed. Why was this turning me on? Why with every unexpected turn I find the rush of adrenaline going to all the wrong places? 

She lifted her dress, hiking her knee off the floor and tilting her head. “Which part of you should I step on? Does my underwear look cute from down there?” She asked him before pivoting and stepping on his thigh. The four-inch heel tore through his flesh as blood splattered on her calves. His cry was even worse than before. 

But all I could think of was her in a lingerie with blood splatters of her torture session right now. 

“I want to keep him. He’s fun.” She looked at me after taking out her heel from his flesh, a fountain of blood started coating everything as she squirmed and dug her heel back where it was to stop the blood. 

“What a mess you’ve fucking made.” She continues to degrade him as she takes off the heel, leaving it inside him as she walks one barefoot towards me, her eyes empty and daring – whatever that was behind them, that was the realness of the woman who stood before me. 

“Tell me, Eraser, do I look better in black?”