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shorkbrian · 4 years
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Father Figure - Disappointed
Prelude - I get so many asks about the same thing and so I put them at the bottom lol otherwise this would be so long. Also I combined them, RIP sorry pals I suck. Anyways, remember guys, bad people exist. If someone is hurting you or you suspect someone you know is being hurt, please talk to someone, please don’t let yourself settle into “This is normal, this is fine”. It’s not normal, and it’s not fine. The national sexual assault hotline in America is 1-800-656-4673 and it’s from a organization called RAINN.
https://www.rainn.org
They have a chat service too, if you prefer texting over calling.
Please stay safe y’all
Pairing - Stepdad! Aizawa X Reader
Warnings - Pseudo incest, manipulation, power dynamics, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, mentions of unsafe sex, slight degradation. Belittling, controlling Aizawa.
Music -  https://open.spotify.com/track/5nHTLEJ10zaqdnKqLriah4?si=Bs0su-fBRxWoE3jefCdPIA
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Why? Why, huh? Do I not provide you with very little thing you need, anything you could ever want?”
You dip your head in shame, sock-clad feet rubbing against each other nervously. “I just wanted to-“
“To disappoint me, yes, you’ve done that very well.” Aizawa’s tone is harsh, incensed. “I catch you trying to sneak out again, and all you can do is offer excuses.”
Biting your lip, you spread your hands quickly, trying to appease him. “I was just going to get you a present! For-for your birthday!”
A weak excuse, one that neither of you bought.  Aizawa stood up from the couch, shaking his head.
“My birthday isn’t for another couple of weeks and you know it. Plus, we both know that you’ll be the only present I unwrap on my birthday.”
The sordid promise made your heart drop, tensing up as your stepdad came closer and closer, until he stood in front of you. Tall, imposing, irritated.
“I’m sorry….” You manage, staring down at your feet. It’s too intimidating to try and meet his gaze, those light grey eyes that fill you with fear and guilt.
“I’m sure you are. How are you going to make it up to me?” And there it was, the always-dreaded initiation. You often wondered how Aizawa would be like with a woman his age, someone willing and eager to please him. Would he force them like this?
A minute stretched by while your mind worked, trying desperately to think of some other way to soothe his ire. Every time you undressed for him, every time he touched your body, every time you were forced to touch him made you feel dirty, tainted, disgusting.
Damaged goods.
“I can choose-“
“No!” You cried, head snapping up, fingers flying to his shirt to fist in the soft fabric before you remembered yourself. “I mean, no Dad, I’ll make it up to you.”
The words felt vile in your mouth, like poison. But of your two options, having the slightest bit of control over the situation was preferable. Whenever your stepdad chose some way for you to show that you were sorry, it hurt. He’d introduced you to anal, forcing you to take his thick fingers deep, stretching you out with various plugs and toys, drizzling more and more lube into your hole until you were loose enough to take him.
This way, you could avoid his painful favorite.
Taking a deep breath, you steered him back to the couch, and the man sat, looking up at you expectantly.
You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs with your hands, the limbs giving way easily. The waistband of his sweats was pulled down easily, your fingers hooking into his briefs to pull them down as well.
He was already hard.
“C’mon, don’t make me wait.” Your stepdad urged, one hand coming to lace through your hair, loosely gripping the aback of your head. You suppose it could be taken as a reassuring gesture, but you knew what it really was; a threat.
You kept your face neutral as you kissed the mushroom tip, a bead of precum wetting your lips. You’d earned quickly that making any sort of face at the sight, smell, or feel of Aizawa’s dick would be met with swift punishment. He’d shove his cock down your throat and keep it there until your legs went numb, until tears pricked at your eyes.
And you’d still have to suck him off afterwards.
So you kept your face relaxed, slowly licking along the length, fondling his balls, kissing the base of his cock noisily.
A long lick from the base to the tip before you took him in your mouth, tucking your teeth behind your lips. Your tongue took over now, swirling around the head, laving broad strips against the very tip, swiping the precum away on each lick.
Raising your eyes to gauge his reaction was a mistake, Aizawa staring down at you with a hooded gaze, relaxing back into the couch.
“Make it up to me.”
You sucked, hard, swallowing around his dick as you eased it towards the back of your throat. You had to build up to deepthroating, still had trouble with it and your gag reflex, but your stepdad was a diligent teacher.
He was holding himself back, thighs flexing aside your head as he stopped himself from thrusting up into your mouth, from hunching over and using you like a toy, making you gag and sob and drool around his length. Aizawa wanted you to do all the work, wanted you to show him how sorry you really were by making him cum.
Moving your head faster, you bobbed on his length, cringing internally as drool slipped down your chin, towards your chest. You hated when it got messy.
Aizawa placed his other hand against your cheek, stroking the side of your face, but you could tell that he was really feeling for the outline of his cock in your mouth, thick, stocky fingers pressing insistently.
You made a little noise of protest, quickly trying to morph it into a moan, pulling off of him to catch your breath. Your hands twisted around his length, stimulating him in place of your mouth while you breathed, sloppy, slick sounds being heard each time your fist met his pelvis.
“Do it like I taught you.” Were his next instructions, Aizawa obviously getting bored by your hand job. You wanted to kick, and scream, and cry, maybe bite his dick off.
But he’d trained you well.
So you took a deep breath before plunging back down again, moving your head enthusiastically as you throat-fucked yourself, willing your gag reflex to stay calm.
It was only when you felt his dick slip into your throat did your stepdad start to make noise, groaning a little bit as he fisted his hand further into your hair. He was subtly guiding you with the hand, forward and back, forward and back, but letting you move about freely.
After all, you were supposed to be apologizing.
“That’s it, just like that.”
His orgasm built up slowly, cock twitching inside your mouth as you worked him higher and higher, hands playing with the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You had to pull off once more to breath, chest heaving, desperately trying to jerk him to completion while his length wasn’t lodged in your mouth.
No such luck.
He came in your mouth, hips bucking a little as he released his milky seed. You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your fists as you willed yourself not to recoil, not to get sick, not to make a face or do anything else to earn Aizawa’s anger.
You swallowed it down without a fuss, hating yourself for every second you spent being compliant.
But what else could you do?
Cock softening against his thigh, you tucked him back into his sweatpants, leaning your face against his leg to rest for a second.
Your stomach felt warm, full. It made you so sick.
“That was good, you’re learning.” Even his praise was clinical, almost detached. You hated him.
“I’m still upset with you though.”
The admission made you lift your head, turning to your stepfather with a quizzical expression, hurt, feeling betrayed.
“But dad, I just-I got you off? Isn’t that enough?” You wanted to add a “please”, beg for him to say yes, that all is forgiven, that he wasn’t mad anymore, that he wasn’t going to hurt you, or make you do anything else.
Aizawa tutted. “It’s enough when I say it is, and you messed up big time. You think a measly little blowjob makes up for all the shit you’ve tried to pull today? I don’t think so.”
“But, wasn’t it-didn’t I do good? I thought-“
“It was nice, you’re getting the hang of how to move your tongue. But I think there should be a little more effort put into your apology.”
You wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair, you had done enough already, wasn’t he satisfied? Why was he like this, so creepy and gross? Why couldn’t you have had a normal stepfather, who treated you like a normal person, who didn’t rip away your autonomy and freedom.
Aizawa could tell you weren’t fond of having to continue, but he wasn’t fond of your behavior.
A sudden jerk from the hand in your hair had you gasping in pain, Aizawa leaning over as he pulled you towards him. Your hands grabbed for his wrists, but he was already talking, anger swimming in those grey eyes of his.
“I’m being lenient with you. Do you understand how awful you’ve been these past few weeks? You’re pathetic. You think I wouldn’t catch you trying to sneak out the back door? You think I wouldn’t notice the hickies on your neck after you come home from “hanging out” with your girls?”
Your blood ran ice cold, draining out of your face. You thought you had told your (tentative, maybe) boyfriend to not leave any marks, that your dad would notice, that you’d get in trouble. You though you’d gotten away with that little secret, with the fact that you’ve been seeing someone every time you tell your dad you’re just chilling with friends.
Trying to sneak out the back door had been dumb, but you had felt desperate, upset, detested by your life. Hating the daily routine of being assaulted by your stepdad, being forced to be obedient and docile and cater to his lecherous whims.
Spread your legs when he asks, suck him off under the table when he tells you to, keep the bathroom door unlocked when you take a shower, in the off chance that he’d like to join you.
Not being able to tell anyone, caring the burden of shame and regret like heavy weights on your back.
Having to kiss him on the mouth, feel his stubble burning your cheeks, the sensitive skin of your thighs when he felt particularly giving.
His daily “lessons” almost always made you cry, either his harsh words or his insistence that you learn how to please him, it was only your natural role.
A daughter should always do her best to please her daddy.
Even just a night of freedom away from his grasp was welcomed, savored as a treat. You just needed to get away, but even that was asking too much.
“So-“ Aizawa released you, and you immediately rubbed at your stinging scalp. “What do you think I should do?”
“I-I wanna go to bed.” You mumbled, eyes darting wildly around the room, focusing anywhere except the dark-haired man in front of you.
“Oh? I didn’t expect you to be so forward about that.” He taunted, leaning forward onto his knees, lacing his fingers together with a mean smirk.
“No, I want to sleep….. please.” You knew that Aizawa had intentionally misunderstood you, intent on making you plead with him for simple mercies like sleep.
Aizawa sighed, rising to his feet. You scrambled to your feet also, feeling too small and weak kneeling on the floor underneath him like that. Still, he towered over you, running a lazy hand through his dark locks as he regarded you.
“I can’t just let you go unpunished, what kind of father would I be? Letting you lie and sneak around behind my back like this. Your daddy is supposed to care for you. I’d never neglect you.”
You wish he would.
“I learned my lesson dad, I swear. I won’t sneak out, I’ll-I’ll stay home and have my friends over instead of going out! Anything, just-just not……”
Not whatever he had planned for the rest of the night.
Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples as he circled a hand around your arm, beginning to lead you towards his bedroom down the hall. You wanted to balk, but knew that doing so would only worsen your punishment.
“Thats a start, and we’ll do that moving forward. But you won’t be getting out of a punishment. Offering compromises and begging won’t get you anywhere, even if you do sound sweet.”
Pulling you into his bedroom, your stepdad let go of your arm, closing the door behind you. He moved to turn on a lamp by the bedside, turning off the overhead light so the room was cast in a low, yellow glow.
“Strip, then on the bed.”
You trembled as you slowly shucked off your clothes, Aizawa beginning to do the same, his eyes fixed on you the entire time.
But that was normal.
Aizawa was a fit man, able to manhandle you and pin you down, keep you still with the muscles hiding under his skin. But he was a father, and older, his body taking on the characteristics of someone who enjoyed life.
His thighs were thick, his abdomen sturdy. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but his muscles were overplayed with a nice layer of fat. He looked like a bear, with the dark hair on his chest, his thick limbs, his solid frame.
But the man wasn’t shy, and by the time you had stripped down to your panties he was completely nude, pink cock soft against his thigh.
“Dad, I really don’t want to do-“
“I don’t care. Get on the bed.”
You bit your lip, staying still. “Please, please, I said I’m sorry-“
Within a second, Aizawa’s hand was around your throat, his eyes blazing as he shoved you against the wall.  
“This is what’s going to happen.” His voice was raspy, grinding out past his clenched teeth as he invaded your space. “You’re going to do as I say and get on the bed, or else I’ll use my belt on you until you bleed. Once you’re on the bed, you’re going to lay nice and pretty for daddy while I get everything ready. I got a candle to play with, and a couple of toys, and daddy wants to see how well they makes you moan for me.”
You were shivering, fingers scrabbling at the hand squeezing your airway, still allowing you to breath, but just barely.
“You’re gonna get all fucked out and stupid, ’n then I’m gonna bounce you on my cock until I’m satisfied, got it?” The man continued, his nose almost touching yours “Then you’re gonna wear a plug all night, and all tomorrow morning. I get to have you whenever I want, and you won’t complain or else I’ll cum inside, alright?”
Nodding your head, you felt tears rising. You had to do what Aizawa said though, you couldn’t take the risk of having the man cum inside.
“I’ll decide a better way to continue your punishment tomorrow, when I’m not as upset with you. Maybe by then you’ll figure out how to listen to daddy.”
When the man released your throat, you gasped, coughing a bit as you sucked in oxygen. Aizawa was already pushing you towards the bed, eyes trained on your figure.
The new knowledge that this wouldn’t even be the brunt of your punishment was devastating, and you felt your chest tighten up as you struggled not to cry. Crying would only get him to mock you.
All you could do was comply.
“I need you to remember-“ Your step dad catches you by the wrist, tilts your chin with a finger so he can stare into your eyes. “You’re mine.”
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ao3feed-dadzawa · 3 years
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Just for Me (Meant to Be Mine)
Just for Me (Meant to be Mine) by ShadeCrawler
Shouta had always had a bit of a problem when it came to the concept of possession. Or, to be more accurate, everyone else claimed that Shouta had a problem with possession and didn't know how to keep their grubby hands away from the things and the people who were His. He honestly had no idea what they were talking about. He just knew what and who he wanted and was willing to go out and get it.
Take his new son for example.
Words: 12594, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of All for One (None for Any)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Class 1-A
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Yandere Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Possessive Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Quirkless Discrimination, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Idiot, Established Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Aizawa wants to hug him, Yanzawa, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, Bakugou Katsuki is Expelled from U.A. High School, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Ojiro Mashirao is Expelled from U.A. High School, Creepy Aizawa Shouta
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37708345
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Just for Me (Meant to Be Mine)
Just for Me (Meant to be Mine) by ShadeCrawler
Shouta had always had a bit of a problem when it came to the concept of possession. Or, to be more accurate, everyone else claimed that Shouta had a problem with possession and didn't know how to keep their grubby hands away from the things and the people who were His. He honestly had no idea what they were talking about. He just knew what and who he wanted and was willing to go out and get it.
Take his new son for example.
Words: 12595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of All for One (None for Any)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Class 1-A
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Yandere Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Possessive Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Quirkless Discrimination, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Idiot, Established Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Aizawa wants to hug him, Yanzawa, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, Bakugou Katsuki is Expelled from U.A. High School, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Ojiro Mashirao is Expelled from U.A. High School
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37708345
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