#yandere aizawa shouta

[fluff-n-cookies]

soft yan! Dadzawa Head canons

SPOILERS DONUT DO NOT READ also contains light swearing

• Aizawa is the type of person to hold the Cat in his arms So you can pet it, since it's too big for you to hold. it Just makes his Day when he sees the way your eyes light up when you hear the cat start to purr.

• we will also wrap you up in his scarf if you even say it's too cold. (you and Nezu are scarf buds!) Just say the word and he's rolling out the sleeping bag and prepping to make your favorite hot chocolate with the extra whipped cream and cat marsh mallows and we all know he has all your favorite cartoons for the two of you to binge together!

• however, like most things, it's not perfect.

• a good example of this is that Aizawa likes to have you nap on his lap as he is grading papers.

BUT YOU WANT A BEDTIME STORY

and Aizawa tries his best but he will probably come up with a story worthy of being a german fairy tale. (translation: there are no happy endings, sorry.)

BUT AIZAWA IS SMART ... enough

most of the time he ends up reading to you Denki and Mineta's test answers. and by the time he's done you're asleep.

and then his mind starts to wander,

you just remind him so much of Oboro

how you always manage to light up the room with your smile, how you always manage to be pretty Badass yet kind, and how you always care for others so deeply.

he won't let you go, not this time.

some times, he'll lay awake at night sitting on the couch just curled up into a ball just thinking about the future, when he's all old and wrinkly, maybe you'll be a beautiful young lady (oh who am I kidding, ofc your will! some of you are! others are just beautiful!)

then will you leave him?

that's when he gets up to go look at your photo album. from when you were a newborn, to now, when you are a toddler.

that's when he comes to the conclusion, you may older, but he will always be your dad, he will always protect you.

sometimes Eri joins him, and draws hearts around the ones with you and her, or you Aizawa and her.

likes helping you do your hair, braids are his favorite, but he'll do any hair style as long as it's not too hard.

Aizawa loves you, nothing more than that <3

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere V + H: Aizawa Shouta and Hizashi Yamada

These two are the villains and you the henchman 

A couple of villains perfectly prepared to take on the army of heroes 

You’re probably one of many 

Hundreds of henchmen under the villains are meant to be nameless and faceless 

Just a pair of helping hands to whatever scheme these two seem to come across

“Sirs! I have something important to report!”

“WHAT!? What’s the matter?”

“Out with it! Tell us, then.”

“Mittens…she…”

“Our cat? Oh yeah, you took her to the vet, right? So what’s the matter?”

“She…”

“Go on! We can take it!”

“She’s…”

“...”

“She’s pregnant!” 

“Eureka!!” “So, my suspicions were correct.”

“Congratulations! I’ve brought a cake to celebrate, the awesome news!”

"Wow that's awesome of you!" "Thank you, (Y/n)."

It's your focus on them as people that make them realize your worth

Unlike your coworkers who easily clock out the moment their hours are enough, you stay

Always asking if they’ve eaten, drunk enough water, or if they’ve been able to get to their laundry this week

First, its a key to their private home just to feed the cats

But then it's a meal plan of what they’ll want for dinner

Then the type of detergent for their clothes

And at this rate, they should will just start moving you into their guest bedroom

You’ve just become such an important part of their lives they can’t imagine their lives or their villainy without you:

Shota did a double take at the mass of eager minions he was prepared to lead. Not seeing a familiar face smiling and saluting among them. It would be unnerving if he didn’t remember that there were chores that he and Yamada assigned; it’d be safe to assume that’s where you there. 

“Uhm babe, did you see (Y/n) on the cameras?”

“No, but I was going to. Did you?”

“Yeah…”

A look of worry and unease was on Yamada’s face, he pulled out his phone pulled up the feed of multiple cameras, and turned the screen to his significant other who had a bad feeling. The feed was clear, and a video of the cats and kittens walking around the house was sped up as the hours continued on. The speed-up footage seemed to slow as you stumbled into the room, wobbling haphazardly as the felines crowded around you as you prepared their food. He watched as you jerked and jumped to what seemed like sneezing. You eventually left but the thought of your state alone was upsetting.

“They’re…sick.”

“Yeah, but what’s worse they didn’t even say anything to me! What about you?”

“No.”

The couple grew silent, enveloped in an unnerved feeling as they looked at their beloved henchman through the screen. Shota was the first to look away, reaching for a device on his belt that held a blinking moving dot. He noted the time on his watch, humming to himself as he adjusted his cape.

“We’ve got time to catch our kitten, but we must be quick.”

__________________________________________

You felt despicable. More than your stuffy nose and rising temperature, you felt despicable with yourself. For getting yourself sick in the first place. How could you be the best henchman you could if your body wasn’t working correctly? It made you feel even worse.

You couldn’t properly serve the couple after they so lovingly offer for you to stay in their home. Granted they were awfully adamant about that going so far as to start moving your clothes and other things into the guest room in their house. But who were you to question their kindness when you were just a mere stepping stool to their villainous success?

Deep down you couldn’t help but let your insipid doubts creep in. Like why your heart beat so fast when you walked in to find the couple going through your fridge. Or when the couple send an uplifting photo of your ex being waterboarded. It shouldn’t strike fear into your heart that your employers were so involved. You were being ungrateful. That’s what got you sick. Your unwillingness to let them further involve themselves in your life is to blame for the weakness in your immune system. You’re not sick from stress…right?

“Here’s your medicine! Hope you get better hun!”

“Thanks, miss.”

Thanking the old woman as you retrieved your medication from over the counter. Trudging out the pharmacy you planned to begin the long trek back home. Completely unaware of a flashy hero stopping their route to slowly float next to you.

“Oh troubled citizen! May I be of assistance?”

The loud question grated your ears as you refused to focus on anything other than keeping awake. 

“No. Go away.”

“But dear citizen I cannot for you seem to need help!”

You groaned at their insistence reminded of the enemy your employers were especially not fond of…infact—You finally looked with familiarized malice at the shining mass and recognizable hair at the hovering super-powered individual. 

“You’re that one hero…aren’t you?”

“So you know of me? Good! Then you have the honor of being under my care!” 

“We don’t think so.”

The monotone and distorted voice of The Eraser had you both looking up at the villains in shocked stupor. Both were fully decked out in their villain armor menacingly standing still in broad daylight. The Mic was uncharacteristically silent further upsetting your already flipping stomach. It didn’t seem that the hero felt any semblance of that though.

“You two? My it seems you have the most uncanny sense for where I am! Perhaps you’re stalking me?”

You could tell he was rolling his eyes under his visor but the villain still reached a gloved hand out to you. 

“(Y/n) come with me, I’ll be taking you to our home, now.” 

You didn’t know why your feet weren’t moving or why your hands shook as you reached out. Or why your heart was pumping so fast. Perhaps that was why you let the hero put an arm out in front of you as he lightly shoved you further behind his back.

“Do not hark their villainous temptations (MY/n)! They only wish to unsettle me with a hostage–” 

His heroic declarations were interrupted by the sudden closeness of The Mic their speaker enhanced mouthpiece dangerously close to their exposed ear.

“Don’t you dare touch them!”

The hero cringed further keeping you behind him as he backed up. Holding the side of his head he swung it back and forth between the villains. With an unexpected battle cry he opened his palms towards the villains before frantically shaking it when he found no reaction.

“W-what is this?! Why can’t I–?”

“Did you forget who you were fighting? Idiot.”

“Wellll the idiot is realizing just how much of a moron he is maybe we’ll grant some mercy.”

“M-mercy?”

“Yup you give us our lovely (Y/n)! And we won’t immediately squash you to bits!”

“Immediately?”

“Do I hafta keep repeating myself? Just give us the kitten we’ll be up on and on our way! Okay?”

“That is until we return to beat you to a bloody pulp for so much as talking to them. See (Y/n) this is why you should just stay home, it just means more carnage for everyone else. Besides you’re so sick I bet you can’t even think straight, come home (Y/n).”

“Yeah precious how about we just go home…”

“You want watch us obliterate him would you?”

[i-cant-sing]

No because imagine president Kai searching who Himiko is dating and he actually finds out that she IS dating someone and didn’t mention it to him or told him that they’re just friends. Meanwhile there’s pictures of them spotted holding hands or something lol and he goes to First Lady like “did you know about this???” And she’s like “huh? Oh that? That’s old news, I’ve been knowing about that” 😂

Heartbreak. Thats what it is for him. Why didnt anyone tell him that Himiko is dating some scum- someone??? Why didnt Himiko tell him? Why are you so okay with this news? Are you not concerned about who your daughter is dating?

"Relax, Kai. I've met him. He's actually quiet nice. A decent young man-"

So, youve met him? Wow. "Whats his name?" Kai asks, brooding as he sipped his coffee.

"Hm? Its Shinso. He's a sweet kid."

Ofc, Kai ran a thorough background check and he finds out all about the boy, and that hes also the adopted son of Aizawa, who has no digital footprint, his records are clean... a little too clean for his liking.

No matter how much Aizawa tries to find out about him, he just cant find anything about him. And to Kai, it means that Aizawa is hiding something.

Kai and you dont realise that Aizawa is actually an enemy of Kai, because Kai's campaign was indirectly responsible for the death of his wife, and at first Aizawa also hated u, but he sorta became a yandere for you- a protective yandere when he realised that your marriage is a sham and youre actually a victim in all of this as well. So, now he has to save you and also hurt Kai by taking away his family.

Two birds with one stone, really.

[aikrus]

"You're haunting me."

i don't think aizawa would let you go easily, and i'm probably not gonna do anything with this

"I love you," he breathes like that explains it all.

You step away and it's so natural these days that you don't even shake.

"I don't know what to do without you."

He's grabbing your wrist, tight but tender and you can feel the sparks traveling from the tips of your fingers straight through your ill stomach.

Looking at him, you can tell just how genuine the words are. He's a mess, glossy eyes and red, patchy skin. His lips are cracked and he seems breathless, he seems desperate.

You've seen him like this before.

"We can't keep doing this," you shake your head and plead he'll understand; but you know better. It's been nonstop in this give and take of yours, as foolproof as the water cycle.

"We can do this," he insists, but there's no point. His grey eyes spark with life and promise and hope, and despite the grimy streets he stood on Shouta was- without a doubt- beautiful in a radiant holy manner.

Last time, you think receiving that look along side the gentle stroke of his thumb across the inside of your wrist was enough.

"I can't."

You don't look at him- refuse to in fact and the tightening of his grip solidifies your resolve.

His breath hitches, it's a rare thing and hurts all the more. "But you love me. And you know I love you too."

He says it like it makes sense, like in this situation that's all that should matter. Still, too many nights were spent awake and in fear.

You knew too much, after the first time you kept seeing through more and more of this glamour he draped over you like a blessing.

He'll keep pushing. He'll never stop if you don't end it here and it's itching at your heart.

"It's not enough."

You wait a second and settle your stomach easily despite the acid rushing up your throat while hiding behind your closed eyes. "You're not enough."

He lets you go. It could be over, but seeing his foot step closer you figured it may take a little more- he's the type to need to draw conclusions by himself.

You rip your now free arm away from him and stumble back. He looks shocked and hurt, and people are starting to not so subtly group together and watch.

"You're a ghost, Shouta; my own personal monster to terrorize my every breathing moment. I wake up in the morning gasping for air and sleep each night so sure I won't open my eyes again."

You feel tears start to rush and let them flow without resistance. If he sees the way people look at him now he might let go a little easier.

"My phone rings and I'm shaking in fear, and I watch my words even though I know it wouldn't matter." He looks at you with a new layer of shock and maybe horror, though after a second it seems like nothing more like disappointment and regret.

You'd thrown the wire's he'd dispersed around the room that morning. He must've thought they'd be harder to see than the cameras, but your lover was known to underestimate you.

"I can't keep living like this." You look in his eyes clearly now, letting the grim expression filled with heartbreak etch itself uselessly in your memory.

He may not believe you yet, but you square your shoulders and speak directly: "I won't live like this."

It sounds like a threat and a small thrill travels up your spine when it becomes obvious he took it as one. Shouta looks positively devastated at the thought of you being harmed in any way, you supposed being upset was harm in a way.

You've had this feeling, and you swear on your soul that it's true, that if you didn't get out now you might never be able to.

"You're haunting me," you insist with one last tear, "and I think it's time to pass on."

You walk straight ahead- straight towards him- and brush past without looking his way. He lets you go, and that's more than you expected from him.

You took step after step with baited breath held in suspension each block. The farther you got the more you were sure; it was your time to be a ghost. You'd disappear, and you'd never have to think of the monster you found-and fell in love with-in Hosu ever again.

[thetreefairy]

Heyyy 🤍

I wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa, in which his daughter is really stressed and he finds her crying, almost in the border of a panic attack. And how he helps her, etc.

A little context of this request is that today i had a panic attack hahaha. So basicly confort and a slight angst ñ.

Thanks love 🤍

she/her reader (f/f) - favorite food tw: panic attacks, yandere undertones but not so much because I accidentally mixed up requests, so I did tone it down extremely so that it was just father Aizawa but because of that i had to cut some scenes, so sorry if it's like messy.

sorry for the late response, internship is depleting my energy levels like a fucking leech (love my internship though) <3

this isn't my best piece since I kept the panic attack vague as there are many ways to like have a panic attack so I didn't want to be too specific.

Reader always had been an anxious child, that's why Aizawa Shouta wasn't a fan of her being a hero student. Even as a support student.

While she inherited his quirk, she was rather talented in science and making support items, so she chose the support route.

Shouta saw it as a comprise, this way she won't be involved in direct combat and she would still be able to live her 'dream'.

"Reader?" Shouta called out as he opened the door of their apartment, he had come home late after a rather nasty fight with Shigaraki. "I brought you back some (f/f)."

That was something he rather often did when he got back from a nasty fight that was actually on TV. Ever since his new class, he wasn't really an 'underground' hero anymore, so his fights were more available to the public. The downside of that was that Reader could watch them.

He heard a rather loud sob and he saw his daughter wrapped up in a banket, watching TV, the news sender. "Oh, baby." Aizawa cooed instantly, thinking she was crying because of his fight. He placed the food on the table and rubbed his baby's shoulders. Pulling her in for a side hug. "Papa is okay."

Well he was right to some extent, Reader wasn't just crying for her father. She was crying about her support items, she had given her papa a prototype of one of her eye-creams (which she made with recovery-girl as a trying something new thing) and a taser that paralyzes the person at the receiving end for like an hour or two, so why didn't he use them?

He could have ended the fight quicker and less injured, Reader was panicking because she thought her items weren't good enough. That they failed her papa when he needed them. When Reader didn't make a sound besides heavy breathing and sobbing when Shouta pulled her in for a hug, he realized that something else was going on as well.

"Petal?" Reader was too quit for Shouta's liking, so he pulled the weighted blanket over her. She was either having a panic attack or mad at him, so he'll comfort her until she's able to tell him what she wants. "I'm going to keep hugging you, okay?"

He felt a weak nod but Reader was still breathing too quickly for his liking. "Now, I am going to do some breathing exercises, wanna do them with me?"

She didn't respond so Shouta silently started to guide her breathing and when she was breathing properly he whispered comforting words in her ears.

"Papa?" Reader asked softly. "D-did my taser fail you?"

"Huh?" Shouta asked confused, then it clicked to him, the prototype. "Oh, papa lend it out to Midoriya, my biggest problem child, remember him?"

Reader nodded, Midoriya often hung out with her in Recovery girl's room because he usually got injured a lot but also because she made a cream to help with his joints but that cream needs recovery-girls quirk to be made.

"He keeps getting in trouble so I gave him your taser, since it has multiple uses so that he can run instead of fighting."

"...So you didn't hate it?"

"No, I love it baby." Shouta cooed, his poor baby was rather insecure and weak. He really shouldn't let her watch the hero news-channels, perhaps he should just keep her safe and sound in the apartment. (the league of villains have been becoming way more aggressive and calculating for his liking). "I love everything you make me, you know?"

"But you would tell me if I need to improve?" Reader asked softly, she needed an answer to that, so that she could be for sure if he was sincere about his compliments and feedback.

"Of course, whenever have I sugar-coated anything?" He grinned up to his daughter with his trade-mark shit eating grin. Reader chuckled weakly, she felt better now, but the small voice in her head was still bullshitting her. (At least for Shouta would it always be bullshit, and Reader? Well she'll need some convincing)

"Never."

"Exactly, how about I call in sick tomorrow and we go to a cat café huh?"

Hope you like it<33

[zentraex]

Could u do an arrange/forced marriage of aizawa fic please ❤️ (Maybe mafia AU?)

Thank you so much for this request! This is my first one and it made me so happy! I hope I didn't disappointed you or something like that.

Like always, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. So, sorry for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: forced marriage, slightly yandere, mentioning of a gun

Also, I got an inspiration for the last few sentences from a picture in Pinterest. So, it wasn't really my idea, but fitted really well.

I hate you

The detailed planning should make you feel like you're floating above clouds.  The closer the day gets, the wilder the butterflies should fly in your stomach.

It should be the most beautiful day of your life: your wedding day.

A nightmare. This is a nightmare.

But why is it exactly the opposite for you? 

Locked up in your room, the only retreat you had left until now, the day scratched squeaking at your door. 

You dreaded this day, so much that the nausea in you grew bigger and bigger.

It is the worst day of your life: your wedding day.

Clack

Clack 

Clack

The shackles around your hands are straining at your wrists. Just...what shackles? The ones you imagine?

How could you end up like this?

Your gaze wanders to the empty seats which are reserved for your parents. 

True, they are to blame... Or rather yourself? 

When did it all start?

Your family was a normal baker's family, nothing special. You were happy to follow their footsteps and take over the shop later.

You would have had regular customers, 70% of them would have been old seniors, and you would have chatted happily with them. Who knows, maybe that's how you would have found the love of your life? 

Your future partner wouldn't have wanted anything big, just a few rolls, but he wouldn't have known which ones. You would have advised him and your way of talking and smiling would have charmed him. He would have come again and then more regularly, and slowly, the two of you would be something more.

You've always raved about it. Who would have thought that this dream turned out to be a nightmare? 

Shota Aizawa or Eraser Head as he is called in his mafia group, was actually the one customer, “your true love".

Your parents wanted to have an evening to themselves, so you had to take over the shop. 

"Welcome," you smiled. The man in front of you was tall. His black hair was disheveled and hung down to his shoulders. His red eyes were only half open. He looked like he had been through several sleepless nights. 

"A few bread rolls."

For a moment, there was silence between you as you waited for him to give a more precise order.

"Which ones and how many?"

His tired eyes wandered through the variety of bread rolls your bakery had to offer. 

"Which ones are good?"

A proud grin formed on your lips. 

"I'd say they are all of the best quality, but if you ask me what my favorites are, it's definitely the milk bread rolls."

"Yes, then I'll take those."

You almost sighed out loud.  What was with that guy?

"And how many?"

His eyes glanced briefly at your smile. 

"All of them."

Your eyes widened when you heard this almost absurd order. Unsure, you analyzed the stranger in front of you, only to get a completely serious look in response. 

"Okay... do you want another coffee? You look very tired."

"No, the work just gives me a lot of headaches. That's all."

"Oh, I know that only too well! I always catch my parents feeling exhausted after a day full of work."

The man in front of you raised an eyebrow.  "Your parents?"

"Yes, they own the store. Normally I just help out, but every now and then I get to take over.

The stranger just nodded.

"So, that would be then..."

Your neighborhood was known for having a dangerous mafia group. There were many reasons why, despite all this, so many lived here. One of the reasons was because the rents weren't too high. Aside from that, it was rather on the edge of the town and therefore there was not really anything going on. The neighborhood was peaceful, if the mafia was left out. Most people were always nice to you and only a few were bullies. But the smiling faces could never hide the fear in the eyes of the people. Many shops had to close out of nowhere and many people disappeared suddenly. You could never be sure if someone was a member of the mafia, as no one dared to reveal their identity. 

That's why you didn't recognize him, just like all the other times: the man everyone feared the most. 

How could you? Not even the members of the mafia gang themselves knew what their boss looked like. 

That's why you always greeted him with the widest smile you've had. First week after week and then day after day. A friendly smile quickly turned into a loving one...

"It's funny how long we've known each other and yet I never got your name."

"It's also the first time you've brought it up, Reader. Do you want to know?"

But there is one thing everyone knew about the boss of the mafia... 

"Don't ask if you already know the answer," you answer with a wink.

The name.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your eyes widened and your breath stuck in your throat. 

"W-What? I don't think I got your name right."

Casual as always, he rested his head on his palm and looked at you with a smirk.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your profuse sweating lasted until he left. Did he mean it as a joke? How could you talk so peacefully with a criminal for so long  ?

Even worse, how could you fall in love with someone like that?

Since that day, you had avoided working in the bakery and spent a while in a friend's apartment. Maybe that was the most decisive mistake you made. 

"500,000 Dollar or our store closes? What have we done to make it happen to us?"

Nothing. Your parents had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been your fault that you had bewitched him and then disappeared. 

"How are we supposed to get so much money together in three days?"

You had ridden your parents into misfortune.

The three days passed slowly. Your family came to terms with the fact that you can't get the money together and so you all just waited for your end. Shota didn't show up during that time either. 

Too your surprise, The boss himself was present at the day of reckoning. This time, Shota was  wearing a suit and his hair was styled back. He was bent forward, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands are intervened. Typical for him are his half-open eyes and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Usually it made you smile, at that time it sent shivers down your spine.

"The money?" he asked. During all this, he hadn't even given you a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, we don't have it. You know-", your father couldn't even finish talking, Shota immediately interrupted him with a shot of his gun. Your breath trembled, and your sweat ran down your face continuously. 

"I don't want to hear excuses," Shota muttered and sighed. "You know what that means?"

None of you cried or pleaded. You have already finished with your lives three days ago.

"Normally, you have to pay with your life..."

That was true. In the best case, one was allowed to die, otherwise most women became prostitutes and men became slaves. It hit you very badly when one were given the title of a pet. You only heard rumors of how one had to eat dog food.

"But I'm generous today." 

 A wide grin suddenly spread across Shota's lips.

"Either the two of you," he said, pointing to your parents, "die or you give me your daughter as a bride. You can even help with the planning."

You didn't even have the right of codecision. It was also the last time you saw your parents. As far as you know, they had packed their things and moved…wherever. 

While Shota was bursting with satisfaction, your world collapsed. 

And this is still the case today.

Why me?

The wedding march in the background, which made you dream of your future in the past, sounds distorted to you, like the music in a horror movie. Even though the walls of the church are colorful, you see them only with a black and white filter.

Why do you progress so fast when you walk as slowly as you can?

Stay away from me, I hate you.

Worst of all, however, is his mangy grin. Everything in you is screaming out to rip it out of his face.

I hate you!

Except for the 4 closest confidants of Shota, there are no other guests. Your parents have received an invitation, but why should they come? 

When you arrive at Shota's side, the first tears roll down your face.

"We have gathered today because Shota Aizawa and Reader want to enter into the covenant of marriage. Love..."

Love? What love?

"... endures everything, believes everything, hopes everything, withstands everything. Love never ends."

No, I hate you. I don't want any of this. 

"And so, we hope that it will succor you."

Your grip on your bouquet crushes the poor plants. 

"So, I ask you, Shota Aizawa, will you honor and love your wife in good and in bad times? So answer with: yes, I do."

I don't want to be honored by you. 

"Yes, I do."

No! I hate you! 

"And so I ask you, reader, will you honor and love your husband in good and in bad times? So answer with: Yes, I do."

No, I don't want to!

No!

No!

No!

There is silence in the room for a moment. The lump in your throat is too big to get it down all by once. Your silence meets the warning gaze of Shota. 

"Yes, I do."

"So now, by virtue of my office, I declare you husband and wife.  You are now allowed to kiss the bride."

You assh*le, wretched b*st*rd. Don't touch me with your disgusting lips!

As soon as his lips touch yours, it feels like a plague is spreading throughout your body.

The ring he puts on you weighs tons, at least that's how it feels. Your skin burns underneath.

"Look, now you're officially mine. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"A cageed animal is not immediately yours. I'll get away from you."

"We'll see."

[raven-inthegraveyard]

Yandere parent wants, yandere parent gets

It's okay he's just adopting the snarky quirkless boy who likes to spray paint it's fine don't worry about it

Chapter 4 is out now! Hooray!

[rottenomelet]

warning(s): pet names (kitten), light bondage, creampie, riding, hints of kidnapping.

note: this ended up being wayyy softer than initially planned tbh. i wanted aizawa to do more whoring out but 💀 yuh anyways

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pretty pink ribbon // yandere aizawa

…

“Come on.”

His voice, as gravelly as always, makes you flinch. You shake a little but try to steel yourself to do as told.

You’re on your knees, legs on either side of his body. Aizawa’s laying down with his head propped on some pillows, his long hair in a messy knot atop his head. You’re both naked - his tip just barely kissing your entrance.

You take one more deep breath before starting to sink down. His tip pops inside all too easily and it makes you near sick - it’s almost like it belonged/ inside of you.

Your wrists flex against your bindings behind your back as you take him inch by inch. Aizawa had your hands tied with a pretty pink ribbon, a mockingly perfect bow on top.

He looks all too happy to lay back and watch you, a lazy little smile on his face as you slowly take his cock inside.

The slide inside is easy, wet. As you take him, inch by tantalizing inch, your cunt feels full. It feels betrayingly good and you struggle to hold back a shiver once you’ve got him completely inside. You pause and try to catch your breath. You just need to calm down, get a grip on yourself.

‘Not turned on, not turned on. This doesn’t make me happy. I hate this man. Remember that he stole you away. God, please don’t cum. Not again.’

Aizawa tilts his hips up a bit, making you yelp. “Start riding, kitten. I don’t have all day.”

You may hate him but you know better than to defy him. Reluctantly, you start to bounce.

You can feel your resolve start to crack at just the first thrust. It feels so good/. Like all your best nerves are in your pussy, and his cock is brushing against every one of them. It doesn’t help that he’s been the only thing inside of you, touching you, for months. Your cunt has practically molded to fit his cock, and his alone.

Your breasts bounce along with you and embarrassingly, you feel his eyes watching them do so. Your fingers twitch but you do nothing to stop his heated gaze on your tits.

His hands go from behind his head to on you in an instant. One on your hip, squeezing, and the other to one of your jumping tits. His calloused fingers massage your boob for a moment before his thumb flicks your pebbled nipple. You moan at the feeling and he smiles.

You stop hopping in exchange for grinding - he can’t feel you up if you’re jumping like a bunny. The realization that you don’t want/ him to stop, that you like those rough hands on your soft tits, is horrifying. But you can hardly think when his tip is brushing that delicious/ spot inside of you.

“You’re so cute like this. All tied up with a bow, just for me.” The hand squeezing your hip travels south and makes it way to your hot mound. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

It’s sad how little coercion it takes for you to nod your head and moan - such a good little girl for him. “Yeah, yeah. Feels so, mmh, so good.”

His thumb reaches your clit now, pressing against it, as his other hand has taken to pinching your sweet nipple. “You like taking a ride on my cock?”

You can feel the pressure building. Oh gods, it’s gonna happen soon -

“I, I love it!” His thumb drives hard circles into your clit and it’s exactly what you needed to spill over. You throw your head back and your hips rock faster as your orgasm comes over you.

Your cunt pulsates and clenches and quivers. In the throes of your orgasm, you feel him thrust into you and cum. Ropes on white paint your walls and that only makes the orgasm sweeter.

You collapse onto his chest. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You know you’ll come to regret it in the morning, that you’ll cry and claim that you won’t enjoy it next time. You know you’ll go back on those words tomorrow night, when his hands caress your skin and he whispers in your ear. But for now, you’ll rest and listen to the sound of his beating heart.

[animeyanderelover]

Another request in case you will close the request in a few hour ! Can I ask for midoriya , hawks , aizawa , shigaraki and shoto ( separate ) with a quirkless darling that is smart ( like really smart , both EQ and IQ ) and she want to make the world a safe place again ( like for everyone , both heroes and villain ? ) by erase all quirk in the world by using all for one ?

I feel like it's been a good while since I've last written for Mha.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, abduction

The world will be a better place

Izuku Midoriya

💚Being quirkless in today’s society is almost an invitation for being made an outcast, Izuku has experienced that for himself. If it wouldn’t have been for All Might choosing him as his successor, he’d still be the quirkless boy from back then. Perhaps it’s his bad experience that makes Midoriya that much more protective over his s/o when he finds out that she’s also quirkless. Even if it may not bother you that much as you’ve accepted this a long time ago, Izuku is still very worried. He seems to be constantly afraid that you’ll be bullied in your everyday life and discriminated. You’re put on a high pedal as your boyfriend/admirer is a worshipper constantly praises you as if assuming that your lack of a quirk would make you feel insecure. You know that he means nothing bad by doing so, it’s today’s society that has brainwashed him into believing you’d feel neglected and different for possessing no quirk. That’s why you have to fix this problem with the quirks.

💚Your exceptional intelligence has always been praised by him. Your smartness makes you special and Izuku never considers your high intelligence as something scary. You’ve never considered telling him about your plans, he’s too big of a fan of heroes to ever let that happen. Instead he finds out via going through your stuff as the obsessive person he is, his hands starting to shake when he reads your notes. He confronts you as soon as he sees you and you stay frighteningly calm whilst witnessing how he slowly loses his composure as you explain to him why you plan to do so, dismissing his arguments as he’s irrational due to being a fanboy, a supporter. A few of your arguments, he understands but Midoriya still has hope for being able to make the situation better, foolish and naïve optimism in your eyes. He gets really upset during the argument as you essentially try to overthrow his entire belief. As much as he loves you, he can’t let you proceed with your plans and even as he restricts you, he claims it to be in your best interest.

Shoto Todoroki

🔥❄️Shoto is very paranoid and overprotective with you. It’s just very rare nowadays to meet someone who doesn’t have a quirk to the point where it’s seen as abnormal and. The curious stares you get when you tell others that you possess no quirk agitate him, the hushed whispers behind your back pitying you nearly make him go mad. It’s so bad for Shoto that at one point he doesn’t want to take you outside anymore and if only if he’s with you so that no one may try to take advantage of your helplessness. Whilst you are very nonchalant about it, Shoto overthinks it and worries enough for the both of you. He just hates how people throw glances your way, neglect and underestimate you or treat you like a rare species all because you have no quirk. He’s protecting you because he loves you on the other hand. That’s what he believes at least until you point casually out that he’s dismissing you as a damsel in distress due to your lack of a quirk too. He argues instantly with you because this isn’t true at all.

🔥❄️But you dismiss his panic, tell him that it isn’t his fault because society has just brainwashed everyone into believing that quirks are a good thing. It’s the first time you’ve spoken up about your own view of things and it disturbs Shoto when you admit that you think quirks should just disappear since it only brings suffering. Obviously he is, poor boy doesn’t know any better after all. He does his best to argue back and counter your arguments but when you mention how his own father abused marriage to create a stronger quirk, he falls silent. You’ve hit the sensitive spot and you’ve done so on purpose. You’re so cruel. Have you always been that way? He’s confused, angry and sad, feels betrayed that you purposely mentioned his own past just to make him shut up. You notice though, warm hands cupping his face as you reassure him that you didn’t mean to hurt him but find it unfair that innocent people like him had to suffer for the greed of stronger quirks. After that day he locks you away in your room, shocked of your belief and unsure how to feel about you but still painfully aware that he needs you.

Aizawa Shouta

💤Aizawa has always known about your critical view on quirks, on heroes and villains and today’s society and both of you have engaged in a couple of heated discussions about it. You don’t possess any quirk of your own yet your genius-like intelligence has scored you a good-earning job and that’s something your boyfriend is proud of. You don’t need any special power to be happy and you pride yourself on that just as much, you’ve never felt insecure or seen yourself as something less. You’ve also made it very clear that you refuse to be coddled over or to be treated like a helpless lamb just because you have no powers so you always point it sharply out to Aizawa the moment he starts acting too protective, unconsciously worrying as he does see you as more defenseless. As much as Aizawa admires your intelligence though, he knows that the sheer level of observation skills and knowledge how to manipulate someone is frightening at times as your words keep him sometimes up at night.

💤The situation escalates between you two when the League of Villains gain more and more prominence and fully breaks when the Paranormal Liberation Front launches it’s attack, devastating Japan and leaving the citizens shattered. Aizawa himself gets injured during the attack and as soon as he’s able to leave the hospital, you inform him of your plan. You’ve had enough, quirks are the worst that ever happened to humanity. Now, your boyfriend has always known about your judgement of quirks but when he hears that you plan to use All For One for your plans, he’s shaken to his bones. That man is more monster than human, you can’t possibly expect to use him for your own purposes. Not to mention that erasing all quirks forever is lunatic. Both of you get into a heated argument where you cruelly throw facts after facts at him, mention how citizens have turned against heroes due to the toxic expectations. At one point Aizawa has to restrict you physically by using his scarf, your disappointed but pitiful look you give him sure to haunt him for a while.

Keigo Takami

🪶This would be a rather difficult relationship because Keigo actively tries to have you take a seat and let him do all the stuff precisely because you have no quirk of your own. Obviously he adores his sweet songbird but he also can't deny that he'd just love it to have you be safe in his house all the time and let him provide for you. His way of thinking collides harshly with yours as you refuse to be treated this way only because he thinks you'd stand no chance against a villain or anyone who would search conflict with you, especially since you are his lover. Both of you butt heads with each other often due to your different ways of thinking and Keigo can't deny that he likes how spunky and fierce you are, he thinks it's cute. At the same time he is genuinely convinced that he's right though, something that you very much hate about him. Still, you tell yourself that he's ultimately just another victim, especially considering how he even became a hero in the first place.

🪶​You warn him about All For One and the League of Villains yet he as well as the government believe that everything can still be brought under control which makes you lash out when the Paranormal Liberation Front brings havoc across cities and the reputation of the heroes takes a huge tumble. That's when you propose your idea to Hawks, something you've been thinking about for a while now. You don't expect anything else than his immediate rejection of your idea as he believes that quirks will be the thing that will save them even if it is the complete opposite. How do you even plan to use All For One for your purposes? Do you know what the government would do if they were to find out? He won't listen to you, he won't take you seriously. As always. So you're through with him, willing to leave to do what you have to do. Only that Keigo stops you in your plans, forcefully restricting you, locking you away. He's a bit sorry but he also does what he deems to be the right thing.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋Your relationship with Shigaraki comes to your own advantages, even if kidnapping wasn't plan of it. You manage to shape everything to your own liking as Shigaraki is initially easily manipulated, clingy and bratty around you and greedy for any affection you can give him. Obviously he thinks that he has to protect you considering your own lack of a quirk and you hate that attitude but you deal with it in favor of gaining more information on All For One and his quirk. To your luck the notorious man notices you too because even if you don't have any quirk, your intelligence is outstanding. You were the one who made special gloves so that Shigaraki could touch you without you disintegrating and your own view on society amuses the old man. You're still careful around him as he seems to sense that you have something planned involving him. When the heroes manage to catch and imprison him, you have a small problem, especially since a distraught Shigaraki glues himself to your side more than ever after.

✋Shigaraki himself becomes a problem when he regains his memories and suddenly acts much more mature which means your coddling attempts to manipulate him don't work anymore without him noticing. Instead he addresses you about it with a sudden awareness he didn't have before. You have no choice but to admit to him what you've been planning for a longer while now, stepping cautiously back as if anticipating him to lash out like he has done often before. Yet nothing happens and he only looks at you, although you sense from his body language that he's angry and hurt. When he asks you if you've only used him so far, his hands fidgeting, you decide to be honest with him. Yes, you have been partially using him but you've started fancying him as of recently too, your plans would grant him a normal life too. You're locked away still, you've broken his trust after all. You're not afraid though, well aware that Tomura loves you too much to get rid of you.

[dovkss]

could u do a uni professor aizawa and a student reader where she goes to a cafe that’s not well known sometimes and orders something and sits in the corner and just breaks down once in a while late at night (the cafe is 24/7). And on one of those nights her professor (aizawa) comes in and takes to her and tells her to let it all out on him and pretend she doesn’t know him. ❤️❤️

A+

word count: 2k

summary: he usually hates his students. what makes you so different?

warning: 18+; taboo relationships; teacher x student; masturbation; manipulation; age gap; kidnapping; noncon touching; strict professor aizawa; determined izuku

a/n: my hubbyyyy ! wanted to try a new writing format now that I’m back :) enjoy my luvvies <3 i'll proofread in the morning as alwaysss

Yandere! Professor Aizawa couldn't care any less about his students.

He is solely there to make sure they pass and keep it pushing.

But he doesn't make it easy for them either.

He's known on campus for having ridiculously high standards for his students, therefore he's a tough grader.

So when you showed up, you were no different from his other students.

Anxious whenever you stepped into his class. Worried that you'd maybe fail or do something he wouldn't approve of.

You made sure to not step out of line in any way. You'd never ask questions when you needed to, scared of being degraded. There were times when you even had to use the restroom but held it because you knew that if you stepped out for even a second, you'd miss plenty of information that he wouldn't be willing to repeat just for you.

His obsession (unbeknownst to him) began when he noticed that you often visited the cafe he did.

A small cafe that barely anybody he knew personally went to. It was a cozy, dimly lit cafe that nestled in a quiet corner of the city.

It was nearly always empty, with only a few patrons scattered about, absorbed in their own conversations and treats.

Most importantly; none of his students went there.

He purposely avoided going to places he knew his students went to in order to avoid small talk. He found it to be stress inducing.

It also gave him some peace and quiet. A chance for him to relax on the weekends.

Every Sunday, he would go in, order the same coffee, and sit down in the same corner booth by the same window. Usually fixated on a small notebook filled with incomprehensible scribbles.

His unruly black hair would be up in a ponytail, strands falling messily in front of his eyes.

Every Sunday, you would come in, order the same tea, and sit down in the booth across from him.

From what he saw, you never noticed him. Once your head was in your laptop, it never came out.

Whenever he would walk by your booth, he would see clearly what you were so focused on.

You were studying the material for his class.

He was surprised since majority of this students turn in work only a couple hours before the due date every Monday morning.

He hated rushed work.

But you took time out of your weekend to actually get things done.

He respected it.

Not long after, the sight of you became... delicate to him.

During tests he gave the class, he would sit behind his desk, appearing to be busy with a stack of papers.

His attention wasn't on the papers.

It was on you.

His diligent, hard-working student that sat in the middle of the classroom.

His favorite pastime was pretending to grade assignments when in reality he would steal glances at you. Gawking of your cuteness.

The way you bit your lip in concentration, or the subtle tap of your pen against the desk when deep in thought, he couldn't forget whenever you'd glance up at the clock and a hint of worry would cross your face as you realized time ticked away.—it all fascinated him.

So imagine how much he hated putting in your final grade for that test; A D.

That next Sunday at the cafe, you sat alone at the booth again. This time, you were just resting your head on your hand, forcing yourself to eat a whole bunch of pastries in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

Your hands trembled as you clutched the sheet of paper with the big D in the top corner in red ink.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the harsh feedback on the test you'd received not too long ago. The harsh reality of your impending failure in Professor Aizawa's class weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your breaths coming in uneven bursts. As the tears streamed down your cheeks, you barely noticed the figure approaching the table you were sitting at. It was none other than Professor Aizawa himself.

It was him. His appearance was difference, you almost didn't recognize him. You couldn't tell if it was from the fact that you sat so far away from him majority of the time, maybe you just weren't used to seeing him up close.

You'd never seen him with his hair out of his face either. The scar under his right eye made him look more intimidating than he already was. But he was still handsome.

"May I sit down?" he asked softly, his voice more comforting than you'd ever heard it in class.

You nodded, unable to trust your own voice. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand and tried to hide the crumpled test paper, but it was too late. He'd already seen why you were in so much distress.

He settled into the chair across from your, his eyes fixed on your face. He was still very intense, but the way he spoke, you could tell that he was being nice.

"I thought you could use some company."

You attempted to smile, but it came out as a quiver of your lips. "Professor Aizawa, I... I don't know what to do. I'm on the verge of failing your class."

He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Failing is a part of learning, darling," he said, his voice carrying some tenderness. "It doesn't define your worth."

You nodded, your tears subsiding slightly as his words offered a glimmer of hope. "I'm just so embarrassed..." you admitted, your voice trembling.

He leaned back, his arms in his lap. He contemplated on reaching out and gently placing a hand on yours. He needed to know if your skin was warm and soft. "Don't be," he said. "I believe in your potential more than you know. You just need to focus on how you're going to rise from the defeat."

You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering as you saw a depth of emotion you'd never expected to see from the man.

That vulnerable moment seemed to draw the two of you closer.

Whenever you struggled with any assignments, you wouldn't hesitate to approach Professor Aizawa for help.

Surprisingly,, he offered to tutor you outside of class hours. Your first study date being at the cafe of course.

Opposed from his usual style of teaching in the classroom, with you he would patiently explain the work until you were able to grasp it.

Weeks went by and the tutoring sessions became a regular occurrence. Aizawa's hard exterior cracked more little by little with every meeting.

You found yourself not only excelling in his class but also developing a bond with him.

Soon enough boundaries were broken between student and teacher when you found the interactions not stopping at academic matters.

You both shared interests in books, music, art, food. And naps.

One evening, after another successful session of studying, he suggested you both go to a local jazz club to unwind.

You agreed with a smile on your face.

He was thrilled at the thought of spending more time with you.

His little secret.

Sometimes he believed he was way too old to be crushing on some girl. Let alone a student of his.

But those thoughts didn't threaten to bother his mind when he was watching you. Nor when he was in his bed at night, his cock in his hand, pumping up and down to the thought of ruining you.

Fucking his load back into you when it leaks out while making you ride his big cock.

That's why he loved to sleep.

He loved to dream.

One afternoon, as you both strolled through a park, the leaves crunching beneath their feet, Aizawa finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding.

He'd fallen in love with you.

He knew what he was admitting to was wrong. He swore to himself that his students would never be anything more than just his students.

Why did you have to come into his life and ruin that?

But he couldn't lie to himself any longer.

You both sat on a bench, engrossed in an adorable conversation about your pet guinea pig back at home.

Unbeknownst to you, a male classmate, who'd been had been harboring a secret crush on you for some time, was watching you.

He was a little bit of a nerd, you couldn't lie. You had no interest in him, so you rejected him as politely as you could. He often watched you from afar, admiring your dedication and kindness.

Today, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He'd seen you and Aizawa from a distance, and unable to control his urge to know more, he approached you two, unaware of the true nature of your relationship with the older man.

"Hey!" Midoriya called out with a friendly smile, causing both you and Aizawa to look up in surprise.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you greeted him awakrdly, "Hi, Deku. What brings you here?"

His smile widened as he approached. "I was just passing by and saw you."

Aizawa couldn't hide his annoyance. He had been enjoying a moment with you only for another student of his to come and ruin it. He shoud be more worried that he's being seen with you outside of class, but he was more bothered that the green-haired kid couldn't take a hint.

Nevertheless, he maintained his stoic demeanor.

You tried to defuse the tension by coming up with a lie. "Yeah, I was walking in the park and saw Professor Aizawa so I decided that instead of waiting till Monday, I could ask a question for an upcoming assignment..."

Aizawa nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You were a terrible liar.

Midoriya took a seat beside you. "Oh, you could've asked me too, y'know! Do you still have my number?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much you should reveal. "Um, no, Deku-"

Aizawa's irritation grew, and he decided to steer the conversation "Midoriya," he started, "Shouldn't you be studying for that retake? You wouldn't want to have an F in my class, would you?"

Midoriya's eyes widened and he shook his head, bowing a few times. "Of course not, Sir! I'll be sure to not disappoint you!"

He excused himself, leaving you and Aizawa alone once more, but not after handing you a piece of paper with his number on it.

Aizawa knew he needed to act sooner than later.

Beneath his calm exterior, a dark obsession was slowly taking hold of his heart.

Aizawa’s initial admiration turned into something much more sinister when he found himself becoming possessive of you, unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else.

He began to watch your every move, studying your interactions with other students and teachers.

With time, his actions became more extreme. He started to manipulate situations to ensure that he was always the one by your side.

Asking you to stay after class, keeping you out for longer than you’d hoped.

Out of seemingly nowhere, his obsession reached its peak.

The thought of you being away from him any longer, he finally made the decision to keep you.

He snuck into your dorm, his heart pounding as he’d never don’t anything like this before. But he trusted himself.

He didn’t pay to watch those kidnapping tutorial videos for nothing.

He picked the locked carefully and silently entered your room.

You were sleeping peacefully. He touched your hand and you were so warm.

Just like he expected.

His hands went up to caress your cheek, then you stirred. Your eyes fluttering open, only to be met with the sight of your professor looming over you.

Fear gripped your heart as you realized the danger you were in. You tried to scream, but he swiftly covered your mouth, his grip firm and unyielding.

He whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with affection.

“I really wish I could love you the normal way. But you’re gonna have to get used to… whatever this is.

“Now behave and I’ll let you keep that A+.”

You wished that was the least of your worries.

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hey!! I was wondering if you are taking requests.

If you are, then. Couln you please write and Father Aizawa x daughter in which she is like really really depressed and he is sick worried for her?

Thankss 🤍🤍

Hello! thx for requesting! I'm not sure if you wanted a little story like a drabble or headcanons so I'm just going to default to do a mix of both. I also wrote it with clinical depression in mind I hope that's okay.

TW; clinical depression, angsty shit, I wrote about the symptoms of depression here: if you have multiple of these symptoms please consider getting diagnosed by a doctor. Aizawa had depression, fem reader.

Aizawa never was good with emotions, he was never the one to express his feelings because he never exactly needed to. Aizawa wouldn't exactly talk to her at first, instead opting to see it as her having an off day.

however, the weeks flew by and he saw less and less of her around the dorms, her friends who once talked to forever never seemed to see her anymore, and her smile. her smile had now been replaced with dead eyes and a soul corrupt.

another week, when disrupted she would bite back. her usual reply to the question "how are you today?" was once "wonderfully really!" about now it was either a comment overflowing with sarcasm or a harsh "leave me alone."

she then start to bounce her leg a lot more, scratch her arms, and doom-scroll on her phone like a life line rather than train to be a hero like she would during her previous years at UA or read her favorite book genres.

and the dead look in her eyes told him everything.

he too had that look in his eyes in his life too.

he had the tattoo of a semicolon with a heart to show for it.

it was the dead of night when he finally approached her, the sun had set and the stars that night felt as dull as her mind. the blinding white lights of the kitchen remain on as she wept amongst her sorrows. sleep deprived eyes turned redder than they already are from the sting of her never ending tears.

she did not deserve this.

the air was cold in that room, clammy hands shaking didn't help much either.

Aizawa said nothing when he saw the slight before him,

he had done the same at one point too.

this situation was delicate glass, for the person before him was not the strong girl he "knew". this was the soft, misshapen, confused, and scared blob that no longer had the hard and heavy armor to protect her.

he wanted nothing more to hug her when she looked at him with scared eyes and a tear stained cheeks.

"Aizawa Sensei I-" she started, the voice cracks made it all the more pitiful.

"I came to get water." his voice unwavering, there was only room for one mentally unstable person in that tiny kitchen and he loved her too much to take the position of being the one crying.

he felt bad, he knew that feeling of either being empty or being overridden with that burden in your heart you don't know the name of. a constant reminder of doom that has your heart in a choke hold.

but this was still as fragile as anything.

he poured himself a glass of water,

the tension was thick and odd.

he sat down,

he could practically feel the labored breaths she took, the shaking, the empty feeling in her chest. like she was dying and from the inside out. the crying must have taken a toll on her too for her cheeks were red from the tears.

he sat next to her, sitting in front of her may make her feel like he was going to scold her.

"would you like to talk about it?"

"...please... no... I don't think I can..." it was hard to believe this was the voice of the girl he remembered so fondly as his favorite student.

I suppose even the moon has a dark side.

"okay, you need to though." voice steady like a rock you trust never to crumble.

"what?" her voice quivering.

"It know it's hard,

I know it's going to take a while,

but you can succeed,

just please let me help you."

the room went silent for a moment, he passed you the glass of water.

"drink, tomorrow, you are spending your day with Hound Dog, you don't have to talk with him about this specifically, just talk with him until we can understand what is actually happening. you need someone to talk to. you can bail at anytime."

"what is happening to me though? I- I don't know anymore."

he knew that feeling so well.

"I'm not entirely sure," those words came from his heart. "but I'm willing to help you through it. we can take you to a psychiatrist to know for sure."

"...okay."

Aizawa got up, pushing the glass towards you again, excessive crying often leads to dehydration. and he started doing what his mother would do, he started prepping fruits, in this case it was oranges. he lined them all up on a plate, smiling a little at the thought of waking up from a nightmare as a child and defaulting to devouring blueberries.

he put them in front of you, started speaking as a usual person would, about stupid criminals he had recently put behind bars and crazy super fans that created elaborate photo shopped photos of him and them for social media.

for the first time in a while

the phrase

"are you okay?"

wasn't even mentioned.

for the first time in a while

she felt human.

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edit: while writing this I noticed I had a lot of the symptoms, so I went to the doctor and turns out it wasn't just burn out it was severe depression! and asthma apparently...

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

romantic aizawa and mic watching their darling please!!

Watching From Afar | Yandere EraserMic

They alternate stalking monitoring you in your daily life

With them being teachers and pros

It makes for many sleepless nights

Fighting the urge to sneak into your bed and cuddle up next to you

They rarely do it together

When they do, it's a special night

Anniversary, date night, holiday–you name it 

If they’re not planning to snatch you up they spend their time dreaming about it

When Aizawa watches you, he’s sly

Careful and precise he gets as close as he can without disturbing you

He also takes great note of your surroundings

That wall has a hole? That neighbor’s pushy? You’re running out of fruit?

He’s aware of it all and is more than willing to wait for you to be drunk asleep before sneaking in to solve these things

Not more than he needs to as much as he wants to

He’s your silent protector, he has to keep his cool

No matter how adorable you are drunkenly addressing him on his way out

Hizashi on the other hand isn’t as respectable or has that much control

He’s biting at his shirt as he watches you snuggle in your comforter without him

Or how you’re humming a song out loud and he can’t sing along with because he’s in your ceiling

Hizashi is not careful and he’s not overtly more sneak as he absolutely must be

He doesn’t want to just keep watching you

He wants to feel you, have you, taste you

He secretly hopes you catch him so that he can sweep you up and take you away

He knows his cat-loving husband would rather observe you than directly interfere 

But if he makes too much noise or if no one’s believing you about the eye you keep seeing in your ceiling 

Than maybe Shota would be willing to move on from just watching

[i-cant-sing]

You know who would be homophobic to their yandere?

Teen reader being kidnapped byvolatonic yandere dads (Erasermic or DabiHawks).

Like you're telling me that you wouldn't honestly yell every slur in the book and be anti LGBQT the moment you find out that your "supposed caregivers" that took you in were actually the reason why your loving family/mom/dad was DEAD (for Erasermic au) or falsely imprisoned in jail for life (for DabiHawks au).

Yeah, I don't buy that.

Now I'm imagining yandere parents becoming very concerned for you because "murder is fine, but homophobia? NOT UNDER OUR ROOF!" and start whatever the opposite of conversion therapy is for you.

But like what would they actually do??? MMe you read brochures? Books? Maybe if it's DabiHawks, they'd definitely go for reading you those storybooks for kids that promote the gay dads ( Hawks going "the question shouldn't be why do you have 2 dads?! It should be why not 3-!" With Dabi bonking him on the head because for the umpteenth time keigo brought up fucking Enji.). If its Erasermic, I can see Aizawa ignoring you whenever you're behaving like this and giving you whole ass lectures on why it's not OK to be homophobic, while Hizashi is fully convinced that you're acting like this because you're afraid to come out of the closet yourself and now he's trying very hard to make you come out, which doesn't matter in the long run because he and Aizawa ain't allowing you to date anyone, period.

[bitchywitchyvibes666]

Lord Morpheus

Second person pov~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tik Tok Tik Tok Tik Tok, god that noise grew more and more incessant the longer that your bloodshot eyes stared up at the ceiling above your bed, your eyes catching on every crack in the paint and every slightly patchy imperfection that adored the white mass. Maybe you could paint it black, add some glow in the dark stars to simulate the night sky outside and then maybe, just maybe your mind will finally shut off and let you sleep.

With a sigh your eyes drifted over to the old bound book resting on your desk, surrounded by loose lavender, teas and any other thing you could think of to try to put you to sleep. A book that had been gifted to you by your grandmother when she saw the bags under your eyes, telling you that The God was an understanding man and would help...what a load of shit. The bed almost howls in protest as you sit up, like it had read your mind and was begging you not to follow through with the plan that was beginning to form. After a few moments you'd made up your mind, ignoring the shiver that hits your bare legs as you swing them over the edge of your bed before standing, your steps focused and with purpose as you make your way towards the book ready to see how truly understanding he was.

"Morpheus"

The name was inked in the darkest black on the top of the discoloured paper, paper you're sure was probably once white, the words on the page were bold and curved into the prettiest cursive that had you straining your eyes slightly to read in your exhausted haze. Although it wasn't the words on the page that caught your attention, it was the most hauntingly beautiful set of dark grey, almost black, eyes that you had ever seen. They seemed to stare into your soul despite only being ink on paper, the owner of the eyes being Morpheus, The God of Sleep, that you swore was out to get you. The God that you had long since ignored instead of getting help from, thinking that you didn't need some man to put you to sleep although it seems he might be the only way out of your endless nights.

Perhaps if you had been smarted or even just more awake then you would of realized that the God of Sleep was a logical being and nothing he did came without reason especially when it came to keep pretty things awake.

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His dreamer was stronger than he could of thought, months he had waited for her to finally give in and pray to the skies above for his help but she refused, she just kept trying new things even if they only gave her an hour or so of solace. Alas though Morpheus was anything if not patient, he wouldn't put so much effort into making sure you needed him if he wasn't.

He paused with the wine halfway to his parted lips, dark eyes focused on the moonlit bedroom in front of him as he watched her finally make her way over to the old book that had been left to become part of the wooden desk it sat on. Now yes while he was patient he couldn't help but straighten his spine as he watched her, sucking in a breath that was nothing more than a hiss between his teeth as he watched her finger trace over his inked jaw.

It was almost predatory the smirk that graced his lips as he watched the feelings unfold on her face, his long inky black hair falling messily in front of his eyes as he leaned closer like he was trying to hear her darkest thoughts. All she had to do was beg for him, beg him to finally put her to sleep, he didn't understand why she was so resistant to that? Didn't she know that he could give her the most...pleasurable dreams she had ever known? Preferably staring him.

His knuckles turned white around the stem of his glass as he watched her, dark eyes trained on the way she drags her bottom lip between her teeth while she debates her options not realizing that he is truly the only option she has, just the way he wanted it. That's all he ever wanted from the moment he saw her, for her to only ever need him, to be completely his.

Morpheus couldn't stop the deranged laugh that escaped him if he tried the moment he heard her sweet voice beg from him, moving as quick as the night itself he appeared before her, ready to finally take what rightful belonged to him.

[thetreefairy]

Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where they reader looks like they’re about to having a mental breakdown any second and she doesn’t take her medication. (I just cheek my medication or just don’t take them)

Warnings: mental breakdowns, reader hates meds (like me), forced medicine intake, talks of punishments since she/her pronouns are used in the ask, those will be used. KO-FI

Reader hates her meds, everyone knew it, it was quite obvious. Often their friends in 1-a had to beg them to take her medication. And Reader took her medication so that they wouldn’t tell Aizawa or his partner Hizashi.

Only this time, Hizashi and Aizawa noticed themselves. 

“Reader is scared, she had been targeted by Dabi herself, so maybe she simply didn’t notice the way she was acting.” Hizashi told Aizawa, trying to defuse the situation. Aizawa always had the worst yandere tendencies of the two. “Iida told me she didn’t take her meds 5 times this week.” Aizawa hissed at Hizashi. “I am simply going to check if she took them.”

“Reader.” Aizawa tapped Reader’s shoulder, they were in the library. “Aizawa-sensei?” Reader mumbled out. “What is wrong, is there a new mission?”

Aizawa shook his head. “No, did you take your medication?”

Reader chuckled nervously; “So that’s what you want..”

“Did you take them?” Aizawa pressed, Reader shook her head. “They make me feel slow, I need to be on guard right now.”

This was an obvious lie.

“You are completely safe in U.A, and if I remember correctly you have no home visits.” Aizawa stated. “So that excuse is bullshit, follow me.”

“But, I still have to study sensei.”

“You can study later.” Aizawa hissed. “Don’t make me drag you.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll follow you.” Reader mumbled. Aizawa asked Hizashi to follow them as well. “What is this an intervention?” Reader joked when they arrived in the teacher lounge, the place she was usually brought to when she was going to get scolded. She then saw Hizashi pull her meds out.

“You are going to be taking your meds in front of us now.” Hizashi told her gently. “And if you don’t we will have to punish you.” Aizawa interrupted. Reader’s eyes widened; “Excuse me? You guys aren’t my parents!”

“We might as well be.” Hizashi mumbled, and Aizawa nodded in agreement. “Your parents are doing a shit job, letting you skip your medication so much.”

“Hizashi-sensei! How dare you talk about my parents like that!” Reader stood up angrily, and made the movement to walk away. Aizawa grabbed the pill out of his partner’s hand and showed it to Reader. “You better sit down, take your fucking pill and listen to us.”

“Fuck off.” Reader hissed, still angry at how they insulted their parents. Reader started to walk away only to be stopped by Aizawa's capture weapon. Hizashi moved to hold Reader down, cooing at them. “I am not mad at you, don’t worry.” He said as he saw Reader doing their best to get out of his arms. “I will forgive you for swearing at us if you take your meds.”

Reader shook her head, she didn’t want to take her medication. Especially around them, they seemed weirder than usual. And her medication makes her quirk weaker.

Hizashi tried to convince Reader to take it, and when Aizawa finally had enough he opened their mouth and put the pills in her mouth.

Before she could spit them out, he shut her mouth with his hand and closed her nose, forcing her to swallow the pills.

“Assholes.” Reader breathed out when she could speak again. “Now that is no way to speak to us.” Hizashi scolded Reader. “Maybe we should show the police the shit your parents have been pulling then we really will be your parents.”

[theextratreefairy]

Cuddles are a must

gender neutral reader

soft yandere Aizawa Shota x reader (edited)

Warnings: Kidnapping, touchstarved reader, punishment mentions, crying, reader has a love-hate relationship with Aizawa right now, reader is autstic (mainly how I handle my own autisme aka masking, I guess very self indulgent) terrible writing, gimme shota advice.

Reader didn't know how to feel anymore, they were kidnapped yet they yearned for Aizawa Shota's touch. But at the same time they want to drop sleeping pills in his food.

Shota was quite aware of this development, Reader is scared of everything and yet wants his attention and shower him with their affection and be showered with affections. Especially after punishments.

"Reader, food is ready!" Shota shouted out into his apartment, Reader was most likely hiding in one of the 'safe' rooms. The 'safe' rooms were rooms that Reader was never punished in, even if they were in those rooms when they broke a rule. Reader dragged themselves into the dining room, looking rather nervous. "Shota-san?" Reader started as Shota set the table. "Yes, love?" Shota hummed. "Can you cuddle me please?"

"We can cuddle while we eat."

And that they did, Reader felt relieved, yes. But they felt unsure as well. "Cuddles are a must." Reader mumbled sleepy as they ate slowly. Shota was rubbing their back slowly while offering them some dumplings while smiling.

It was progess, even if it was small, perhaps he wouldn't have to punish them on every turn again.

"Indeed, cuddles are a must."

@maggiecc