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Masterlist
Who I Write For
The Nanny
Synopsis: Being a pro hero and working as a teacher at UA, Shota doesn’t have time to be a full time dad for Eri and Shinso too. However, maybe you will be his saving grace through the hard days…
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Pt.2
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My Hero: Unlimited Masterlist
Synopsis: Welcome to UA High! As the new science teacher and close combat trainer on staff, Y/N L/N, you are to ensure every child's understanding of the curriculum, whip their fighting techniques into shape, and refine their skills both in and outside if the classroom. Oh yes, and don't forget to lock your windows at night, and most definitely do not, and I repeat, DO NOT break the hero society laws! I hope your stay here at UA is as lovely and enriching as we hope. Good-luck and plus ultra!
Black Butler:
Claude x Reader [Black Butler] 18+
My Hero Academia:
The Heroes Mansion
Hawks Version
Ex Husband Aizawa 18+
Husband Aizawa [pt. 2 to Ex Husband Aizawa] 18+
Twin Dad Aizawa
Dilf!Bakugo and Dilf!Shinsou 18+
Boyfriend Aizawa 18+
Aizawa & Reader Adopting Eri
Husband Hawks [Keigo Takami] 18+
Husband Fatgum [Taishiro Toyomitsu] 18+
Aizawa x Pregnant Reader
Aizawa x Sick Reader
MHA Boys x ED/SD Reader
Early Bird Gets the Worm [Hawks x Reader]
Reader Who Won’t Eat Or Sleep [Hitoshi Shinsou hc]
TodoBaku X Reader (untitled request-I
F**k Professor Aizawa! 18+ [pt.1]
Attack On Titan:
How the AOT boys would hold you 18+
Guys My Age [Dilf AOT] 18+
Guys My Age [Dilf AOT] [pt.2] 18+
Two Birds [Eren x Reader]
I can’t tell you I love you [Eren x Reader] 18+
Cherried [Eren x Reader] 18+
Backstabber [series] [Levi Ackerman x Reader]
Pt. One
Is this going to be a regular thing? [Levi x Reader]
Like Hell [Jean Kirstein] NEW
Tokyo Ghoul:
Husband Ayato Kirishima [Tokyo Ghoul] 18+
Jujutsu Kaisen:
I could be a better boyfriend than him [Toji x Reader] 18+
I could be a better boyfriend than him [pt.2] 18+
That’s your dad?! [Toji Fushiguro x Reader] 18+
That’s my daddy [Toji Fushiguro x Reader Pt.2] 18+
Hot Things JJK Men Do 18+
Hot Things JJK Men Do Pt. 2 18+
Demon Slayer:
Naruto:
Tokyo Revengers:
Husband Hanma
Hunter X Hunter:
Haikyuu:
Hot Things the Haikyuu Men Do 18+
Incorrect MHA Quotes x Reader
Wanted to give these a shot. It sounded fun:)
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Denki: *putting his crocs in sports mode* As if you could out run me.
You: What the hell are you doing?
Denki: *slicking his hair off his forehead* As if you could fight me off.
Mina, Sero and Kirishima standing there confused: 🤨
Denki: I’m a killer *puts highlighter all over his face*
You: Oh…he’s doing Twilight….he thinks he’s Edward Cullen.
Kirishima: ….what the hell is an Edward Cullen…
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Todoroki: Could you not stand so close please? You’re making me claustrophobic.
You: that means he’s scared of Santa Clause.
Denki: Ho Ho Ho!
You: STOP IT DENKI YOURE SCARING HIM.
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You: you won’t believe this because it hardly ever happens…but I think I made a mistake.
Midoriya: YOURE BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!
You: Yeah…that would be the mistake I was talking about.
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Mina: I can’t fucking do this anymore.
Kirishima: We seriously almost died!
Sero: They were shooting at us…with actual guns!
You: Oh, come on! It wasn’t THAT bad.
Bakugo: Idiot, you literally have a knife stuck in your pancreas right now.
You: ….it wasn’t THAT bad. :)
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*you were kidnapped by the LOV and you’re locked in a cell*
Dabi: What are you reading?
You:
Dabi: …hello? What are you reading?
You: ….
Twice: oh my god…it’s smut isn’t it?
You:
Dabi: you need help and we are not the ones to help you.
Twice: what’s it about? *lays down and kicks his feet in the air behind him*
You: ….enemies to lovers between hero’s and villians…
Dabi: ooo. Kinky.
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Present Mic: Okay, who do you want as your emergency contact in the paperwork?
Aizawa: Uh, Y/N I guess.
Mic: okay, relationship?
Aizawa:
Mic: Oof, this might take a while.
Later:
Mic: Y/N, what would you say your relationship with Shouta is?
Y/N: I would say we are pretty good friends!
Aizawa:
Mic: *punches him in the arm* HAHAHAHAHA YOU TOLD ME TO PUT Y/N AS YOUR SPOUSE!
Aizawa: *cringes*
You: …huh?
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You: Happy Father’s Day!
Dabi: I’m not a father.
You: Do you want to be?
Dabi:
You: D-do you want to be?
Dabi:
Dabi: what the hell.
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You: 🙂
Hawks: You’re late for patrol.
You: 🙂
Hawks: It’s your first day.
You:😊
Hawks: Do you know how this looks? Do you have anything to say for yourself?
You: Wanna make out and make up?
Hawks: I mean, yeah, but not now.
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You: Did you know that there’s a game where you can romance objects in your house and they come to life as hot men?
Bakugo: Did you know you can shut the fuck up? No one asked.
Everyone:
Denki, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero: So like…what’s it called and is it available for android?
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You: *standing between All Might and Aizawa*
TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.
Them:
All Might: Let’s get you to an ambulance, young Y/N.
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Todoroki: Hey, babe can you get the peppers out of the fridge?
Uraraka: BABE?
Midoriya: WHAT?
Mineta: Todoroki got a babe before I did?? What a cruel world!
You: *getting the peppers* First of all: oop, jumpscare. Surprise! Second of all: of course! Whatever you say, Sho!
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Mina: Sometimes, God puts people in your life to teach you a lesson.
Denki: And sometimes God might put people in your life to teach them a lesson.
You: which might result in me whooping their ass.
Everyone: ….
Bakugo: atta girl.
Like Hell | Part 1
Jean x Reader
You hated his arrogance. He hated you for your defiance. You both grated each other’s nerves, so why the hell do you both suddenly feel yourselves drawn to each other?
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The halls of the headquarters echoed with tired boots, clinking gear, and voices too worn to shout anymore. Tensions ran high between the Scouts, splintered into camps—those who still stood behind Eren, and those questioning the monster he was becoming. And in the middle of it all, somehow, always—you and Jean Kirstein.
“Y’know,” Jean muttered behind you, his voice laced with exhaustion and contempt, “for someone so obsessed with leadership, you sure have a habit of ignoring orders.”
You turned on your heel, face twisted with barely-concealed fury. “Excuse me?”
The map room fell silent. Everyone knew this routine by now: you and Jean clashing like Titans, grinding through debate and ego like it was a personal war.
“You were supposed to lead recon on the west wall. Instead, you hijacked Mikasa’s team because you ‘didn’t trust the new recruits.’” Jean stepped closer, arms crossed, towering. “Or was it because you couldn’t handle not being in charge for once?”
You scoffed, nose inches from his. “Maybe I just didn’t want another Kirstein-led disaster. Funny how you play commander until things go sideways.”
Connie winced nearby. “Here we go again.” He threw his head back and sighed.
“Just kiss already,” Sasha muttered under her breath. She had been doing this with Connie for years. As the arguing and unnecessary comments continued, the more tension her and Connie could sense. It was obvious to everyone but you and Jean that this was all happening because the two of you didn’t know how to deal with the feelings you both had.
Jean looked down at you, jaw clenched, brown eyes glinting. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like Floch.”
And that did it. Before you could even register what you were doing, you slapped him across the face. Hard.
The room gasped. Jean stood frozen, cheek reddening from the sting, mouth opening slightly in stunned silence. Then—
“You done?” he said, voice low. Cold. The anger in his eyes glowed as he crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at you with his nose turned up.
You stared, heart pounding, and without another word, you turned and stormed out.
There was so much you could have said. You would have even settled for smacking him again.
How dare he compare you to a trader and radical like Floch?!
He knew how to get under your skin more than anyone else, and you hated him for it.
⸻
The Next Day
“Pairing you two up for patrol duty is either a horrible mistake,” Hange sighed, “or brilliant psychological warfare.”
You and Jean stood beside the gates, both refusing to look at each other. The rest of the squad didn’t even bother hiding their amusement.
“This is abuse,” you grumbled, adjusting your harness.
“Try not to slap me off a rooftop this time,” Jean said dryly.
You shot him a look sharp enough to cut through steel.
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The buildings and land surrounding where you were stationed was rubble. War torn and ugly from military strikes and artillery attacks, it was far from a vacation in another land far from your home on Paradis.
The silence between you as you soared above the rooftops was louder than any argument. It’s not like you had anything to say to him anyway. You could feel his eyes boring into you from behind as you leaped from one pile of rubble to the next.
It wasn’t until a near-miss with a thunder spear trap that the tension broke.
Jean yanked you down behind cover just in time. His arms circled you behind a cement wall, holding you tight to his chest and slightly beneath him. You covered your ears and winced and the ringing in your ears from the loud strike.
“You’re welcome,” he snapped, panting. It was still slightly muffled as you slapped your ear to restore your hearing.
You pushed him off, furious. “I had it under control!”
“Like hell you did! You weren’t paying attention! You would’ve been dust if I hadn’t—”
“Why do you care?” you shouted. “Because if I die, you lose your little competition for the higher rank?! Gotta beat me fair and square, right? Good luck with that, asshole.”
Jean’s eyes darkened. “Is that what you think this is about?”
“No,” you said, quieter. “I think it’s about how I make you feel small. I am a challenge for you.”
That hit him hard. For once, he didn’t have a comeback.
You stared at each other, breath shallow, adrenaline still buzzing under your skin. You hated how good he looked after battle—sweat-damp hair, blood-smudged jaw, wild eyes.
“I don’t hate you, y’know,” he said, voice tight.
You blinked. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“I envy you,” he confessed. “You’ve always known what side you’re on. What you believe in. Me? I’m just… trying to stop this from turning us all into monsters.”
Your throat tightened. “Too late for that, isn’t it?”
He looked away.
But then—another shift. A sound. You both ducked instinctively as a shot rang out from a nearby building. You hit the ground hard, and Jean tackled you, shielding your body with his before pulling you into an alley.
He was on top of you. Hands gripping your shoulders. Faces—close.
Too close.
You were both panting, eyes wide.
“I should move,” he whispered.
“Then move,” you said, voice shaking.
But he didn’t.
Instead, your hand curled into his jacket, and your mouths crashed together.
It was rough, desperate, angry—everything you hadn’t said, all the fury and passion poured into one kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.
When you broke apart, dazed and disheveled, Jean rested his forehead against yours.
“Still want that promotion more than me?” he whispered.
“I’ll take both,” you smirked.
Jean groaned, annoyance written on his face and in his eyes. “God, you’re insufferable.”
“Glad you think so.”
And yet he kissed you again, this time deeper as his tongue made its way into your mouth. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him, a hand traveling up your back to reach around and grip the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head back so he could now attack your throat with his open mouthed kisses.
Another explosion sounds in a building further away, bringing you both back to reality.
You scoffed and stood up, walking away as you left Jean behind, shaking his head in disbelief and trucking along behind you.
••••••••••••••••••••••••
How the hell have yalls been? It’s been so nice to write again! Haven’t done it in a while. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed all of you. Imagine I’m kissing you all right now.
Anywho, I want to write again! Let me know if you guys would like a part two to this. Bye, love ya!
Is this going to be a regular thing?
Levi Ackerman x Reader
Synopsis: Levi is enjoying his retirement after the war. However, owning a tea shop by yourself gets lonely. That is, until a certain regular by the name of Y/N starts showing up…well…regularly. (I’m so bad at doing these, but please read for post war protective and sexy Levi)
Warning: slow burn, forced proximity, boss/employee forbidden romance, 18+ (eventually), patching wounds, protective Levi (purrrrrr) and brief unwanted advances from soldiers. Please read with discretion if that bothers you!
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“One chamomile with honey and mint, and do you happen to sell any baked goods?”
Levi numbly grabbed a cup as he began his work on making the customers order.
“No. I don’t do baked goods.” He replied, pouring the hot water into the cup and inhaling the scent from the tea leaves.
Levi had slowly grown into the idea of starting his own tea shop thanks to Onyankopon’s incessant attempts at convincing him. However, Levi had over looked one minute detail.
He hated people.
He hated how they wanted their tea. He hated how they assumed he also sold coffee. He hated how they’d pick up the prepackaged bags of tea and would set them in a different spot instead of buying it. He hated that they’d prefer to stay and drink instead of ask for it to-go.
He hated people more than he hated only having one eye to see.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ackerman!”
Except, for some unknown reason, he didn’t hate you.
He was pulled from his thoughts at your greeting. He had missed the dinging of the bell to his store as you made your entrance. He had had his back turned as he made the chamomile for the mother with a whining child about how there were no sweet tart pastries. He blindly handed the woman her tea, his grumpy stare holding your own cheerful expression as he awaited your order.
“What will it be today-“
“Y/N. You never quite get my name right.” You say, interrupting his question with the softest of smiles and lighthearted shrug. “Uh, I’ll just have an earl grey with two spoons of sugar, just a squeeze of honey, and some lemon.”
He began to make your tea, not paying any mind to the fact it seemed to be much less bothersome to do. Everyday you came in, you wanted to try something new. It was refreshing, and Levi had even found himself making himself a cup a few times to try your orders to see if it was anything special. He would be lying if he said you had good taste. Sometimes the mixes were down right dreadful and he found himself spewing it out behind the closed doors of his shop.
Levi steeped the tea, slowly stirring the leaves. His eyebrow slightly twitched at the sound of the kid who continued to whine about the shops lack of pastries.
You couldn’t ignore the whines either. Slowly kicking your feet that dangled from the stool you sat on, you clicked your tongue before turning to face Levi’s back.
“Ya know, Mr. Ackerman…..your shop truly is lacking some baked deliciousness.”
Levi looked up at the wall in front of him, sighing as he closed his eyes.
“Really? Didn’t notice.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh and leaned on the bar in front of you.
“Annddddd it just so happens…I was fired from the bakery I worked at, so I’m looking for a new opportunity at a, let’s say for example, a new little tea shop that is in need of some delicious baked goods….” You continue, turning your chin up with a smile tugging at your lips.
“Mhm. And why exactly were you fired?” Levi questioned as he turned and placed your cup of hot tea in front of you. He ignored the feeling that your soft smile gave him as you reached to cup the tea in your hands and take a sip.
“Sampling the goods. Apparently they considered it stealing. But, a chef is supposed to sample their work! I had to make sure it was good, ya know?”
Levi blankly stared at you, watching you take another sip of tea. He didn’t care to watch and see if people actually enjoyed his tea. He knew it was good. But he had found himself enjoying your approval. Almost craving it.
But he would never admit that.
“Wow, yeah, that is stealing. Shame on you. That’s why your cheeks are getting chubbier I bet.”
It was your turn to glare at him. Reaching up to pinch your cheek, you stuck your tongue out at him.
“And they look really good with the extra pudge. You just won’t admit it.”
“You’re right. I won’t.” And he wouldn’t. Not to you anyway. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the fact that you had gotten some pudge from sampling your baked goods. It had made you fill out really well. He liked how soft and plush you were. It was cute.
If Levi had been drinking, he would have choked. He shook the thought of admitting you were cute out of his head. You’re just a regular. Another customer for him to make tea for. That’s all. Eventually you’d probably move on from this place and stop coming anyway. No need to start thinking things like that.
“Anyyyywayyyyy, what do you say?”
“What do I say to what?”
“You know…me working here to be your baker.” You say, trying to sound encouraging.
“I don’t do baked goods.”
“And that’s why I’d be here! I do, in fact, so baked goods. I bet it would bring in more business.”
“I get plenty of business.”
“But imagine how much more you’d get! And I make good company. I’m not afraid to talk your ear off.”
“Oh, in that case I’m definitely not hiring you.”
“Leviiiiii, c’mon. Let me bake something for you. If you like it, then you hire me! If you don’t, I’ll stop pestering you about it. Deal?”
Levi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he closed his eyes and shook his head. His heart slightly skipping when you used his first name. He was used to you calling him Mr. Ackerman. It was nice.
“Fine. I want a blueberry scone with honey and sugar crystals.”
“Done.”
“Not too dry.”
“Mhm.”
“And not too many sugar crystals. Sugar isn’t good for you.”
“But it’s delicious.”
“And that’s why it’s bad for you.”
“No wonder you’re a grumpy fella.”
“I change my mind. I’m definitely not hiring you.”
“Too late! I’m going home to make you the best blueberry scone you’ve ever put in your mouth.” You slapped more than enough bills on the counter to cover your tea before jumping off the stool and rushing to the door.
“Bye, Mr. Ackerman! Be ready to start the hiring process tomorrow!” You said with a big smile and wave as you ducked out the door.
With a sigh, Levi grabbed your empty cup, admiring the warm colored lipstick stain on the side you drank from, then tossing it into the sink to be cleaned.
What has he gotten himself into…
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You watched in anticipation as Levi cut a bite out of the plated blueberry scone you stayed up all night perfecting. The drizzled honey and sprinkled sugar crystals made the pastry sparkle, convincing you that what you created was pure magic and would knock the socks off of this grumpy veteran.
Levi took a bite, flakes from the scone falling to the plate and sticking to his lips as he chewed, blank expression forever present on his scarred face and giving no signs of appreciation for what you had created.
“Well? What do you think?”
Levi nodded, swallowing his bite as he cut another.
“It is unfortunately good. A bit crunchier and sweeter than I like, but not bad.”
You celebrated and hoisted your basket onto the counter.
“Good! Because I brought the first batch for the day! Call it a test run to see what kind of business it brings in.” You say, pulling the cloth off the top of the basket to reveal loads of pastries.
Levi looked over the basket, eyebrows creasing.
“I never said I’d use them.”
“And you won’t! You know my goodies are delicious. Just try it for one day. Please?”
Levi looked over your begging features. Maybe he could just try it once….
“Fine. You can set them in the window.”
By the end of the day….you were hired as the official baker for the shop. Customers were thrilled to see the baked goodies sat in the window. Some even had requested other kinds of pastries and pies.
You were in business!
“Soooo, what did I tell ya? Pretty great idea huh?” You asked as you pulled the open sign through the door of the shop. The bell dinged over and over as you did, causing Levi’s eyebrow to twitch.
“I suppose. The shop did make double today.”
You smiled at his comment. There wasn’t a pastry left in the window. You had ran out of them three hours before closing. Who would have thought? Levi had doubted your skills and the demand for your pastries.
“Oh, and for your services.” You were shocked when Levi sat a stack of money onto the counter in front of your eyes.
“You’re paying me?” You asked as you stepped closer to examine the money.
“An employer is kind of required by law to pay his employees.”
You stared at him with glee. A larger than life smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
“So, I am hired?”
“Mhm. Shop opens tomorrow at 8. Be here at 7:30. Bring more pastries. Goodnight, flour girl.”
You quirked an eyebrow at the new nickname, but returned a farewell and goodnight, promising to be there tomorrow morning with a fresh batch of pastries.
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And return you did.
The shop was booming with costumers, and with it nearing colder weather, the warmth of tea and pastries brought in people left and right who sought to cozy up with a sweet treat.
Business was good, and your relationship with Levi was growing.
“Excuse me, Y/N.”
You blushed at Levi’s light touch on your waist as he brushed by behind you. You clenched your jaw as you inhaled his scent of teas and spices. A hint of leather and hair balm lingering with notes of sage and jasper.
You could never get over how good he smelt.
“Excuse me,” you say, words almost coming out in a whisper. “Hey, we are almost out of raspberry jam for the biscuits. I’m going to go get some more from the pantry.”
He nodded in reply and you brushed passed the doors to the kitchen. Since you had started working at the shop, Levi had supplied you with an oven and loads of space to prepare your baked goods. It was sweet how he had even supplied you an apron, baking sheets, baking molds and dish towels to welcome you into the shop.
He had grown accustomed to having you around and some times you thought he might even enjoy your company. He’d stay after while you cleaned the shop and kitchen and would talk to you. You’d heard all about the Island he grew up on, his time in the underground, and how he was deemed humanities strongest. In return, he would listen to you rattle on and on about your childhood in Marley. He would chuckle at your stories and ask questions, making you smile with how he actively listened to your rambling.
You reached up on to grab the jam from the top shelf, then turned to head back out. As you opened the door you were greeted with an empty shop. Not even Levi could be found.
“What the hell?” You whisper as you walk to the counter, sitting the jam down. You shrugged and reached down into the window display to grab an empty tray to replace with new pastries. Just as you walked to the kitchen again to grab a new tray, you heard the bell of the shop ring.
“Hello! Be with you in a moment!” You greeted as you dusted powdered sugar over the goodies and rushed them out.
“So sorry about that! Was just getting a new batch r-“
“Well, well, well, boys. What do we have here?”
Your sentence was caught off with a deep voice as you looked up, smile faltering as you looked at the men who had entered the shop. They were in uniform. Soldier uniforms…
“Now what the hell is a pretty thing like you doing hiding in a place like this?” One of them said, the others laughed at his words.
“Yeah, lil lady. How about you come with us? Let us take you out of this shit shop and take you for a drink.”
“C’mon, doll, we can find you some more… comfortable clothing to change into.”
“Oh, no thank you. I’m still working, ya know?” You say with an uncomfortable laugh.
“Well, what time do you get off work?” The man sat directly in front of you asked as he leaned in, lowering his voice as he reached out to grab your hand. “C’mon now, we don’t mind waiting for a pretty thing like you.”
You jerked your hand away, rubbing it as if you were trying to rub off his burning grip.
“Oh I’m sorry, I was saying that as a way to say no in a nice way. I’ll be more direct. No, I am not interested in going out with you boys. Thank you, though. I’m a homebody.”
“Come now, don’t be a prude. Come have fun. We are nice guys.” He replied, dragging his words as he spoke. You flinched as one of the men scooted around the counter, lifting the slab of wood that blocked him from entering behind the counter where you stood. The other man walked to the door of the shop, locking it, and your heart sank as your head shifted between the men.
“Something tells me you’re not. You should leave.” You say, backing up against the sink, grabbing a mug that sat behind you. You kept it behind your back, hiding it from view.
“And why would we do that? I’m growing quite fond of your company.” Said the man that continued to approach you.
“You see, doll, we don’t get much thanks for the service we give. And since we survived the war, I think we’ve earned some well deserved…thanks. Don’t you think?”
Your breath hitched, the room seemed to move in slow motion as the man stood beside you lunged, grabbing at your shoulders. Your arm came up, mug in hand, as you smashed it against his face. He screamed in pain as he grabbed his bleeding face, you grabbing your cut hand as you ran past him, only to be stopped by the man who seemed to be their leader. He had moved so quickly from the seat at the counter to stop you, grabbing you and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest.
“Shhh, don’t be a bitch. We just want some fun. Be a good girl and help us out, huh?”
As his hand reached up to cover your mouth, you bit his hand. He yelped in pain, throwing you away from him and into the glass china cabinets. You heard porcelain cups shatter as they fell. Your heart sinking more as your mind flickered to Levi’s hard work on the shop.
The man that you had hit with the cup gripped your legs, holding them down as you tried to stand. The one by the door jumped on the counter over your head, reaching down to wrap a hand in your hair.
“Now, that wasn’t nice, was it, bitch?” The man you bit said. “It’s a shame we have to be harsh now. You could have just behaved and we would’ve been gentle.” He leaned down, pinching your cheeks together as he smiled and laughed. “Going to hate messing up this pretty face of yo-“ his face dropped as a shattering sound rang through the air. He froze, his grip loosened as he dropped to his knees. As he fell, your savior was revealed.
“Get out of my shop, before I bury you all under the floorboards.”
The other two men let you free, scattering to grab their friend and bust out the front door.
Levi just stood there watching you as your breath stilled, your fists that had clenched your hair loosening and falling to the floor on either side of you, leaving bloody streaks in their wake.
Levi could feel his chest tighten, eyebrows creasing as he noted your thousand yard stare. He grabbed the counter, wincing as he dropped to his knees in front of you. Your eyes shifted to look at him, tears blindly and silently falling down your cheeks as your eyes met his. His eye showed what almost looked like sympathy. He clenched his jaw as he looked down to your hand, reaching out one of his own to you.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
You thickly swallowed the lump that was in your throat. Reaching out your hand that wasn’t injured to softly and shakily grab his as you both pulled each other up. He led you up the stairs slowly to his apartment above the shop. As you entered, your eyes scanned the room. Having never seen this part of him, you felt like you were intruding on his life.
You slightly jumped at the sound of a chair scooting across the wooden floors.
“Here. Sit. Let’s get those shards out of your hand.”
You nodded, sitting down in the chair as he walked to his kitchen. You looked down at your hand, assessing the damage. The entire palm of your hand was covered in cuts, porcelain pieces of mug stuck out of the cuts making your stomach churn. Your hand began to shake as you clenched it shut and pulled it to your chest.
Moments later, Levi was dropping his supplies on the table and scooting a chair in front of you. He had spread his legs wide, then reached down to pull your chair closer so you were nestled between his thighs.
“Hand.” He demanded as he held his out for you to place your own in. Your shaky hand rested in his as he reached to out in his glasses. He put a flashlight in his mouth, creasing his eyebrows as he examined your hand. He grabbed some tweezers and began to pick pieces out of your hand. With every wince from you, he’d pause, half mumbling an apology as he continued.
After a bit, you grew numb to the pain, and moved your sights from your hand to Levi. His pinched, focused face as he concentrated on his work was a familiar sight to you, but you had never admired him like this. He was so handsome. Even with a scared face and white eye, he was probably one of the most attractive men you have ever seen. You’d be lying if you had said you weren’t attracted to your boss.
“Did you hear me?”
“Hm?” You say, slurring the sound that escaped you.
“Stop daydreaming. This is going to hurt.”
You were stunned and pulled out of your thoughts as he poured alcohol on your hand. You gritted your teeth and hissed in pain. New hot tears streamed down your cheeks as Levi wrapped your hand up.
Once he had finished, he gripped your shoulders to stop your thrashing. He shushed you and moved his hands to your cheeks to wipe away the tears.
“Hey you’re okay. I’m all done. You’re fine.”
After a moment, you gathered yourself and brought your gaze to meet his.
“I’m sorry.”
Levi’s eyes creased at your words.
“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”
You swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry I messed up the shop.”
Levi sighed and shook his head, bringing your eyes to meet his.
“Listen to me. That wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do that. Even if you were at fault, I would spend an eternity convincing you otherwise. Understood?”
You nodded, your chest filling with an unfamiliar feeling.
Levi held eye contact with you for a moment. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you both just admired the other. Levi gently grabbed your bandage hand and stroked a thumb over it. He brought it to his lips absentmindedly and ghosted his lips over your fingers. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could feel his cool breath fanning over your skin, causing goosebumps to rise up your arm. Levi’s stare held yours for a moment more before he closed his eyes, lips ghosting higher to the back of your hand. You thought he was going to place a kiss on it. You silently prayed he would.
You had never quite seen how handsome he was until that moment. He was beautiful. Scars and all. He was secretly kind and his dry humor was somehow charming in a way.
And god did you want him to kiss you.
“Good. Let’s get you in the shower.”
You were pulled from your prayers by his regular, cold voice. All thoughts of sweetness and romance torn from your imagination. You let out a short huff and chastised yourself for thinking a man such as Levi Ackerman would spare you an ounce of romantic affection.
You followed him to the bathroom. He walked you through how to use the shower, making you smile and chuckle to yourself gently. You grew up in Marley, so you were familiar with showers and how to work them. However, seeing a this man who had only known baths until three years ago was so endearing to you.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me. I’ll be down stairs. I’ll put some clothes on my bed for you to wear.”
“Thank you, Levi. For everything.”
He nodded and gave a soft smile.
“I’d do it again for you.”
You felt your chest fill with that feeling again. You smiled softly and waited until the door was closed before you began to undress.
The scalding water felt good against your skin. You held you bandaged arm up to not get it wet and used your free hand to wash off. As you closed your eyes, your eyebrows creased as you saw images of your attackers. You shook them out of your head and instead opted for turning your attention to the bottles sat alongside the shelf of the shower.
Levi’s shampoos and soaps sat neatly organized on the shelf. You picked up the bottles and smelled them, now realizing where his delicious smells came from. You inhaled the shampoo and soaps, using them to smell like him. You felt almost creepy, but who could blame you? The man smelt so nice.
As you finished, you turned off the water and stepped out. You dried off and wrapped the towel around you, unlocked the bathroom door and leaking out. After deeming the apartment safe, you stepped out and headed to Levi’s bedroom. Just as he said, there were clothes laid out.
You pulled on the clothes, trying to stretch the shirt over your chest, finally shrugging with a “whatever” mumbled under your breath.
You walked down the stairs, flinched at the sound of glass scraping across the wood floors. You turned right and saw Levi sweeping up the mess. You licked your lips and cleared your throat.
“Thank you…for the clothes…and shower….and this.” You say as you lifted your bandaged hand slightly.
“No problem. I’d do it again….for you.” You said, pausing what he was doing to glance your way. You felt that tightening feeling in your chest as you took in a deep breath. He was so stunning. His hair was falling into his face and his stoic face was lit by the faint light in the shop.
“Well, hopefully you won’t have to.” You say as you pick up a half broken cup. “I’m sorry for the mess. Some of it actually is my fault…” you add as you see some of the pieces that are covered in blood. It must have been from the guy you slammed that mug into…
“It’s not a problem. You defended yourself. I’m proud of you for fighting. Most women in this damn town wouldn’t have been able to handle themselves against three men like that.”
You felt a small pang of pride burst in your chest at the praise Levi gave you.
“I was scared. Adrenaline is a wild thing.”
Levi froze his actions and looked at you with a softening expression.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m not as agile as I used to be. I should have done more. I should have killed them.”
Your face fell as he took his fist and lightly hit the counter in frustration. He turned his back towards you as he continued to sweep.
Without a second thought, your body was lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. You buried your face into his shirt, inhaling that deep, manly scent you had grown oh so fond of. Your fists gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him close to your front.
Levi was taken back by your actions. In the year and some months he had known you, you had never shown him any affection. He had never been shown much affection his entire life. He didn’t know how to react to it.
However, he DID react. The air was knocked out of him from the brute force of your body knocking against his, and he almost instinctively jerked out of your grip, but the warmth that overcame his body and chest traveled up his neck and to his face quickly.
Never had he ever thought something as mundane as a girl would make him blush.
His hand reached up to cover yours, fingers lacing together in an endearing expression that he was not used to, but felt natural to the both of you.
“You did protect me. There’s no telling what would have happened had you not come when you did.”
You felt tears burn in your lash line. You hit them back, and gave Levi one more squeeze before you went to let go.
However, in a fraction of a second, Levi was turning around in a flash and pulling you into an embrace now. His hand cupped the back of your head and the other found its way around your waist and pulled you to his front. His head nestled into your shoulder, and yours into his.
“For as long as you’ll allow me to, and for as long as my body will let me, I promise to protect you, Y/N.”
It was in that moment you had realized the unfamiliar burning sensation in your chest as the dreadful sensation of longing and adoration.
I’m You have into his hug, tightly wrapping your arms around him once more and gently nudging yourself deeper into him.
Was this appropriate for a boss and his employee?
Neither of you cared. It was exactly what the two of you needed in that moment.
His words replayed over and over in your mind for weeks.
And he held true to his promise.
Over those next few weeks, you watched him chance disgusting, perverted men from flirting with you, kids who wanted to pull some pranks over on you, and even a stray dog who was barking at you and trying to steal your pastry basket.
That same day, Levi convinced you to move to the apartment above the shop.
“It’s a big apartment. You’d have your side, I’d have mine. The only time we’d know we were living in the same place is when we are in the kitchen or living area.” He had said as he helped pick up the cinnamon rolls off the sidewalk. “Besides, it would be easier for you to just use the kitchen here for the morning pastries. And you wouldn’t have to walk every morning to work.”
“But I enjoy walking to work.”
“Then you can still go for a walk before the shop opens. It would make things much more convenient. Wake up, walk down the stairs to work, make the morning rush pastries, then go for a walk.”
Silence fell over the two of you as you sat continued to roll chocolate croissants and Levi stood in the door out to the shop. His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched you work, feeling a tug in his chest as he did. Levi wasn’t stupid. Nor was he blind. He knew you were a beautiful woman. He would often find himself watching you over the months that you had been working for him. He would watch you interact with customers, sneak kids extra sample of pastries, sample everything yourself, and he would find himself enjoying himself. The two of you had grown past a normal boss/employee relationship and had developed a friendship, but the growing unknown feelings and tugs of emotion in Levi’s chest had often left him confused.
He had grown quite fond of you. But was he ever going to tell you that?
Absolutely not.
“It’s a good plan.”
“Levi, I can’t!” You said with a slight laugh at his persistence.
Levi sighed and peaked his head out to make sure there still weren’t customers that had some how snuck in.
“Why not? Have a boyfriend that would disagree with you living here?” Levi finally questioned. He had been wanting to know for a while whether or not you were in a relationship. He had felt bad for scaring off any man that would come into the shop and flirt with you, but he was selfish as well, he wasn’t going to allow men to flirt with you like that right in front of him.
“No, Levi. I don’t have a boyfriend. I just think it would be…ya know….awkward.”
Levi furrowed his eyebrows as he walked to the table beside where you continued to make your croissants. He braced his arms on the counter in front of him.
“Why would it be awkward? We know each other.”
You paused your movements and looked at him with a lifted brow.
“You’re going to tell me that two people not even in a relationship living together won’t be awkward?”
Levi turned his mouth into a slight frown and shook his head.
“I don’t see a problem with it. I’ve slept under the same roof as many people in my life.”
You felt a blush start to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.
“But this would be more intimate! It’s just the two of us in the same apartment. Sharing food, a bathroom, doing laundry together….thats intimate!”
“I wouldn’t mind sharing a home with you.”
You felt your chest and head swoon at his words. You almost felt sick, but in a good way…if that makes sense….
“You…you can’t just go around saying things like that, Levi. Someone might take that the wrong way.” You day with an awkward laugh, shaking the thoughts from your head as you turned to put the croissants in the oven.
When you turned back around, Levi was leaned against the counter, arms crossed once more as he leaned against the counter.
God, he was so handsome.
“What would make it easier for you to move in?”
You thought for a moment, considering all possibilities…
And there was only one.
“The only thing that would make sense is if I was in a relationship with that person I’m moving in with. Like a boyfriend or somethin-“
“Be my girlfriend.”
You stood frozen as you registered the words that came out of Levi’s mouth. You opened and closed your mouth in shock, resembling a fish in a way.
“I, uh, what?”
“If it’ll make you more comfortable, then let’s be in a relationship. If that’s what will get you here and make you safe.” Levi stated as if it was nothing for him to ask that.
“So…kind of like a fake relationship…?”
Levi creased his brows as he shook his head.
“If that’s what you want it to be.” He felt his chest sink slightly.
“Wow…not even going to take me on a date first?” You say, half joking as you wiped your hands on your towel nervously as you looked down.
“Tonight then. Let’s go out to dinner. Then we are going to your place and packing.”
You chuckled and swatted his side with your dish towel before opening your ice box to grab the milk.
“Okay, Levi. Sure. A date tonight it is.”
You and Levi both hid the small smiles that tugged at your lips. Hearts pounding and excitement flowing through your veins, but hidden well behind the wall of a boss/employee friendship.
Part 2?
The Heroes Mansion
Hawks Version
Synopsis: Living in a house with multiple heroes makes for an interesting day to day experience.
Warnings: drama, violence, 18+ content
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You had been invited to live in the heroes mansion along with a few other graduates from UA.
The hero society had plucked you, Momo, Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Mina from the lineup of new heroes and threw you all into the mansion like an episode of the bachelor or big brother. It was honestly like a reality show.
However, you had to admit that it was fun. You were living with famous heroes and hot people after all!
While there weren’t cameras pointed at you watching your every move, or daily confessions in a closet to a camera or taping crew, it still felt like you were always being watched.
But that wasn’t so bad. For example, it was nice when coming home from a rough patrol and having someone(s) rushing to you to aid your wounds.
Like today for example
It has been an especially rough patrol and because there weren’t any medical staff left to tend to you, you had sucked up your pain and agony and slowly limped your way home, blood dripping from your forehead and stomach from the deep gash and the stab wound. Your vision was blurred and your balance was off as you clung to any surface that offered you any kind of support.
You swallowed, trying to wet your dry throat, but that only resulted in blood being coughed up and onto your shoes and the pavement around.
You hadn’t realized you’d made it to the gated entrance to the mansion yet. You wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for the footsteps and distant voices yelling your name as they ran to bring you inside.
You swayed as an arm went under your right arm, careful to not touch your leaking wound.
“Hey there, doll. You’ve got a nasty cut right there. One on your head too. Hopefully they didn’t mess up this pretty face of yours, huh? C’mon. Let’s get you inside.”
You hummed at the voice, trying to pinpoint who it was that guided you up the stairs into the entrance. The next thing you knew you were being gentle laid down onto a stainless steel table and your hero suit was being cut off.
“Okay boys out! Let them work. Y/N would probably appreciate the privacy as well. We will let you know when ever she’s awake-”
The voice faded out. Darkness over took you as you felt the pinch of a needle in your arm.
You didn’t remember anything other than waking up abruptly from the darkness. You could see that you were in the mansion. You must have been in the infirmary in the west wing. The cot you were laying on was of all white linens and white curtains surrounded you on all sides except for behind you where the ceiling length window stretched high above you. Rain pelted the window and the cloudy skies barely illuminated the room you were in.
“Oh! You’re finally awake. Everyone will be pleased to hear this. Welcome back to the land of the living, ma’am.”
The nurse quickly closed the curtain back as he scurried off. You heard muffled talking in the distance and quick footsteps hurried closer to where you lay and the curtain was quickly ripped open to display your friends.
“Y/N! We thought you were going to die! Why the hell did you walk home from patrol after losing a quart of blood?? Are you insane??” Mina declared as she threw herself to your side, slightly shaking your shoulders which caused you to wince and grab your side where the stab wound was.
“Geez, Mina, chill. I’m still sore. How long have I been out?”
“Just two days. They said it might take a week or more. You bled a lot. Hawks said you were like a leaky faucet when he found you, idiot. You stained the concrete out front and the wood floors in the entrance. So like pinky said, what the hell made you think that walking home with an injury like that was a good idea??” Bakugo said as he crossed his arms. He stood at the end of your bed and flared down at you, his eyebrows creased to make harsh lines between his eyes.
So it was Hawks that found me…
“I just- it was a rough night. The medics were all preoccupied. It wasn’t THAT far of a walk. There were civilians that needed help-”
“Still, you should have waited where there were people that could help you. If you lost much more blood you could have bled out on the streets. You could have died, Y/N.” Midoriya said as he got teary eyed.
You apologized over and over. You yourself got teary eyed as Momo and Mina tried their best to climb into bed to hold onto you and cried at the thought of losing a friend. Midoriya stayed by your side and held your hand as Bakugo and Todoroki filled you in on what you missed while you were out.
You stayed like that for a little over an hour before your nurse came back in to take your vitals and give you medicine. You said your farewells to everyone and promised to get better as they all walked out one by one, leaving you, the nurse, and Midoriya to be the last to leave.
“Oh yeah, before I forget, Hawks said he wants to patrol with you for a while.” He said as he gave you a soft smile and said goodbye once more before walking away.
Hawks wants to patrol with me? That means I’d move to day patrol right?
You were lost in thought as the nurse did his job of checking your vitals. He handed you a small cup of medicine and a juice as he sat down in the chair beside you to watch you as you took the pills.
“You know, Hawks stayed outside the room the entire time we sewed you up. I heard them tell you he’s the one who found you and all. He seemed to be very worried.” He said with a smirk.
“Really? Why would he be?” You asked as you lifted an eyebrow. You thought it was sweet but you weren’t sure why he cared so much.
“Oh, hon, that boy has got to have a crush on you! I’d place my money on that.”
It took you another 3 days before you were ready to start patrol again.
Hawks was there waiting once you got your new suit pulled on. He greeted you with a “hey doll! Glad to see that pretty face isn’t messed up too bad” and you both set out as he flew slowly above you as you leaped from building to building
One time he saw you wince and he was immediately down beside you checking you out
“Hey, doll that was a hard landing just then. Take it a little easier. It’s your first day back.” He said as he reached out to brush his fingers on your side where the stitches would be.
“I’m fine. I don’t even think I tore a stitch. Besides, it’s a slow day. I need to work out the soreness as much as possible.”
Hawks visibly deflated at your words.
“Oh no…you just said those forbidden words….”
You looked at him in confusion as you reached up to readjust the mask to your suit.
What words?
The next thing you know, the sound of an alarm blared through the area as someone shouted for help.
Oh….the forbidden words…
Hawks sighed as he lifted up in flight. “I told ya! You never say it’s a slow day when it’s being a slow day. That’s how you lose something good. Cmon, let’s go save the day and all!”
He took a sharp turn straight down, flying straight towards the streets below and stopped himself by spreading his wings as wide as they’d go to slow down just before smacking the pavement. He looked up at you and waved you on as he took off in the direction the villain had gone.
“Show off….” You muttered to yourself as you began to follow him from above.
It was like this for four more weeks
You and hawks (or Keigo, you called him now because he trusted you enough to call him by name)
You both had grown close in your weeks together. Your quirks worked together very nicely (his-fierce wings and yours- elemental manipulations)
His flirty behavior was well known in the media. He’d flirt with reporters, fans, even other heroes. He was definitely what your grandma would call “a ladies man”
However, you weren’t ready for all the things he would say to YOU
“Well good morning, sunshine. You look lovely today.” “The gods have graced me with your presence and I am forever grateful.” “Your beauty is truly beyond compare, Y/N.” “Want to fly with me today? I’ll hold your hand the entire time if you’re scared.” “I’d be a fool to drop a girl like you.”
“You’re bleeding. Let me get that for you.” He said one day when you cut your finger and he stuck it in his mouth to lick off the blood. That one really shocked you.
“Sore? Need help taking off your suit? Maybe help washing your back in the shower? I have nothing else to do.” He said one day after you had been thrown into a brick pillar by a villain. He has noticed you wincing as you reached back to unzip your suit. He had walked over behind you and placed your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers up your spine to the zipper and slowly zipping it down to the middle of your back. His gentle fingers caused chill bumps to raise on your skin. You had closed your eyes and hummed at the touch. It felt nice to be touched. Keigo had responded to your sounds and had placed the hand that was on the zipper around your waist, bringing you a step back so your back was resting against his front. His lips grazed the skin by your ear and you had sucked in a breath as you felt him harden against your ass. You jumped back into reality and stepped away. You had avoided him the rest of that day, feeling awkward after the moment you shared in the bathroom.
His words were smooth and stuck with you. They echoed in your head all the time and clouded your thoughts. When you both patrolled together, he’d be mostly professional surprisingly
However, once the shift ended, he would begin trying to work you up again
Today was no different
You both had just gotten back to the mansion. It was 6 PM and you groaned as you shoved the door open and drug your feet to the kitchen. You threw the refrigerator door open and groaned once again as you closed it back.
You turned to Keigo who had just placed himself on one of the bar stools across the counter. You threw your upper body to lay across the counter, causing the man to chuckle as your forehead smacked the granite surface.
“We literally live in a mansion with an entire medical wing. HOW do we not have any cooks here too to cook us delicious meals for when we get home from a 12 hour shift??” You complained as Keigo chuckled once more, reaching over to brush the loose hairs out of your face.
“Yeah, unfortunately we can’t be totally coddled. Bless our hearts. We have to cook our own meals. How terribly mundane!” The man exclaimed as he slid off the stool and walked around the counter to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Yo, what are you doing?” You asked as he pulled you off of the counter. You didn’t see when he had grabbed the apron, but he held you up as he slipped the top half over your neck and reached around behind you to tie the back strings.
“I am making you help me cook. I’m also using this as an excuse to be close to you and pretend I’m hugging you.” He said with a wink as he began to pull away. However, you reached out to stop him, reaching out to grab the other apron.
“Not so fast, whore. You need an apron too. You’re not leaving me to cook just for you. And no, this is not a hug.” You said as you pulled the strings around his waist a little tighter than required.
Keigo jumped at the force of the pull, which resulted in him bumping his abdomen and pelvis into yours.
“Woah there, a little rough aren’t we?” He said with a nervous laugh, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.
“Is it? I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it rough.” You said, brushing it off as you went to the cabinets to begin pulling out spices and tools you’d need to prepare the meal.
The man’s eyes widened as he went to speak, but choked on his words instead and started coughing.
Being the man that he is, he didn’t want you to get away with making him speechless. So what did he do? Let me tell you.
He saw that you were leaned over grabbing ingredients out of the fridge so he took this as his opportunity to walk over to you and place a hand on the skin that was exposed on your waist. With his other hand, he rubbed up your back into your hair and grabbed a fist full as he pulled you up straight so your bodies were flush against each other.
“You don’t know just how rough I like it, do you doll?”
You felt your heart beat in your throat as you swallowed the thick lump that had formed there. You shouldn’t have been surprised that this is where Keigo took things, but you weren’t sure how many times this needed to happen for you to get used to the feeling of his dick hardening as he ground his hips into your ass. It felt good. He felt good.
But in your eyes, it was all part of the “Hawks” persona.
The two of you had finished cooking the meal and ate together at the bar.
You had grown used to his teasing, making it easier for you to spit back your own comebacks to his sexual and non sexual advances
You saw them as harmless. You told yourself that’s just how Keigo was. He was a flirt. He was always horny. Horny for anyone and anything. If it breathed and blinked, he was into it.
However, you didn’t see that all that had changed when you started patrolling together. Your friends did see it though
“Y/N, do you like Hawks?”
You were in Todoroki’s room painting your nails as he read a book when he has randomly looked up at you and asked the question.
“Yeah, I do like him. He’s a great hero and a good friend.”
Todoroki closed his book and turned his body to face yours.
“No, I mean like, LIKE like. Like, would you date him?”
You let out a laugh and held your hand out to examine the fresh coat of red you had just applied to your nails.
“I don’t know. He’s kind of an ass. I think he’s too much of a playboy for me. I don’t even think he’d want to settle for just me even if I did like him like that.”
Shoto nodded as he scooted closer to you.
“Y/N, would you feel anything if I kissed you then?”
“Huh-?” Your question was cut off as the man leaned over and kissed you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.
What the??
You pushed your hands between the two of you to his chest and shoved him off of you.
“Shoto?! What the hell!? What was that all about??” You shouted as you touched your lips.
“I just wanted to see how you would react. Where did your mind go when I kissed you? What were you feeling?”
“Shock?! What else should I feel? We are friends! You can’t just randomly kiss your friends!” You exclaimed to the man.
“I didn’t know. But what else did you feel? Did it feel wrong? Like it shouldn’t be me kissing you?”
You shook your head in confusion as you muttered rubbish. Of course the kiss didn’t feel right. Todoroki was one of your best friends.
But was that the only reason? It couldn’t be. If that was the only reason that it felt wrong, why did you feel guilty? Why did it feel like you had made a mistake that would disappoint someone?
“You didn’t like that I kissed you. It felt wrong because it was with the wrong person. I think we both know who you wanted to kiss instead of me.”
You closer your eyes, hanging your head as you placed your face into your hands and chuckled.
“You might be right. You’re a strange one, Sho, but somehow whatever your method was worked.”
He smiled at you softly as he watched you stand, walking out of the room with a big smile on your face as you went to search for your man.
“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you to be happy.” He whispered to himself as his smile fell and his head hung low.
You searched the mansion high and low. It was your day off from patrol which usually meant Keigo would be home as well, but he was nowhere to be found.
That meant there was one last place to check.
You walked outside the mansion and stomped your foot on the earth below your feet, causing the ground beneath you to rise and push you up along with it. You stopped the earth once you reached the top of the mansion where you saw the familiar wings gracing the back of the blonde man you had been searching for.
“Keigo!” You shouted as you leaped on to the roof and walked towards the man who was leaned against the ledge of the roof. He turned his head to you, sucked in mouth and he gave you his charming smile.
“Hey, doll. If I had known you were looking for me, I would have hid better.” He said with a wink.
You rolled your eyes as you stopped beside him. You shoulder brushed with his as he turned around, leaning his back against the ledge as he eyed you from the side.
“I can’t believe you didn’t have a comeback for that.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I have something on my mind.”
Keigo’s interest was peaked. “Oh? Penny for your thoughts?” You sighed as you turned to place him.
Instead of words, you opted for just going for it. You reached out, grabbing the sucked from his mouth and grabbing his collar with your other hand. You pulled him down to meet your lips.
Keigo’s eyes remained open in surprise as he adjusted to your height difference. He slowly closed his eyes as he reached a hand to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss, humming into the kiss as he pulled you closer.
After a minute or so of this, you pulled away, breathing heavy from lack of air. You looked up to meet his hooded gaze. Your cheeks were flushed and you laughed slightly as you took the sucker in your hand, plopping it into your mouth and sending a wink at him.
“I like you, birdbrain. Come find me if you want to talk about that.”
And with that, you left a very aroused Keigo on the rooftop by himself as he quickly jumped off the ledge to search for the woman who he also had feelings for.
I mean, she did take his favorite flavor of sucker….
Bruh you want to know what’s embarrassing?
When you write an X reader that takes 2 days and it flops. That hurts down to my core. Like ouchie. Someone kiss it better.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 50000 likes!
Holy guacamole I love you guys so much. Thank you for you’re support and love for my writing. You guys are amazing and I’m sending a big ol smooch to you all right now ❤️
F*** Professor Aizawa!
Pt. 1
I’m backkkkkk:)
Synopsis: College is a bitch and it doesn’t help when your Lit professor is making your life hell. Frustration is a powerful feeling, so how are you supposed to control your thoughts and actions?
Warning: 18+ content, drama, and afab reader slight Bakugo x reader
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“I expect that you have already read the assigned reading of Through a Glass Darkly. I have emailed everyone their groups to discuss their takeaways, along with the rubric for the paper that is due next class.”
Your heart sank as you listened to Professor Aizawa’s words.
We had to read the ENTIRE book???
Yes, you had the book. Yes, you read the book. However, you only read the first couple of chapters. It was a rather boring book and old literature is difficult to understand in your defense.
You scrambled to organize your thoughts as you opened your email to find your group members. The names listed were mostly familiar to you.
Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejiro, and Monoma Neito
You heard the scatter of papers and chairs being pulled together. Tearing your eyes from the screen, you glanced around the room looking for the faces that matched the names you recited in your head.
“Y/N!”
Your attention was brought to a girl with pink hair waving you over from the back left corner of the room.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you packed your things away and moved to the group at had already organized the area to accommodate the five of you. As you took your seat, you felt eyes on you. You glanced around the group with a welcoming smile and noticed most of them smiling back.
Mina was a doll. She was cheerful and sweet as she worked to name your group. Bakugo was a hothead who sent glares to everyone, but seemed to soften his tone as time went on. You had even brought a chuckle from him as you joked about the reading. Kirishima was very polite and sweet. His smile was charming and he knew how to direct the groups conversation and ideas. And Monoma…poor poor Monoma. While his attempts to woo you during the group session were unsuccessful and unfortunate, he could be quite charming in his way of trying to keep your interest on him, and much to your surprise, Bakugo would kick him under the table in your defense.
“That blonde idiot is getting on my ever living nerve. Why can’t he just shut up and leave her alone?!” He had muttered louder than intended as the force he applied to his pencil caused the lead to break.
Kirishima let out a huffed laugh as he shoved shoulders with his friend. “Ya know, she’s right there. If you are that annoyed with his attempts, maybe you should make your own move.”
Bakugo grumbled, cheeks heating up as he shoved his friend back, twice as hard, sending his desk a few inches to the left.
The rooms attention quickly shifted to your groups corner at the noise and steps became louder as someone neared you all.
A grip was felt on your shoulder as your professor towered over you. His other hand gripped Monoma’s shoulder as he stood between the two of you.
“I know you are all adults in here, right? Let’s act like it. You’re causing a distraction for my other students. And do keep in mind that this group paper is worth 20% of your grade.” Professor Aizawa’s deep voice rattled you to the core and his grip on your shoulder felt heavy.
You forced yourself to look up at the man, gulping as you grit your teeth as you found that he was already looking down at you.
“Ms. L/N, please try to control your group a little better.”
You felt heat creep up your neck as you swallowed the bile rising in the back of your throat, doing the best from hiding the anger that that sentence lit inside you.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” What?
“Yes, sir,” you bit as you fought to roll your eyes. Did he really just make me say that?? Am I a child being scolded or something?
Your professor raised an eyebrow as he let his grip on yours and Monoma’s shoulders loose, patting you both on the back as he did.
“Good, girl. Now, get back to work. Less messing around and more typing.”
Once the professor was out of earshot, you turned back to the group to see everyone looking at you. For what reason? No one knew.
You looked to your left at Bakugo and saw the fumes raging once again. His glare now directed between yours and Monoma’s shoulder at your professor instead of the other blonde man who was flirting with you prior.
“Well then,” Mina said breaking the tension filled silence, “Y/N, on behalf of the testosterone at this table, I am very sorry for how these boys have been behaving. Also, I think Mr. Aizawa just made the situation worse. The Prof must have a kink for that-“
“For everyone’s sake, let’s not bring up the professors kinks, Mina.” Kirishima said as he cut her off, making you force a chuckle.
“Yes, let’s not. But, thanks to Y/N, we now know he also has a ‘sir’ kink it seems-“
“For the love of Christ, do you ever shut the fuck up?! No one wants to hear about Aizawa’s kinks and your obsession with Y/N, you freak.” Bakugo spat as he cut Monoma off. However, his outbreak only egged Neito on. A smirk grew on his lips.
“Oh, Katsuki, don’t be so jealous. It’s not a good look for you.” Neito then turned to you with a wink. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind it if you called me that. I’m man enough to admit it.”
“Yeah, no. I’m with Bakugo in this one. Let’s get back to work, okay?” You said with a fake smile and a twitch of annoyance pulling at your eye.
Besides the painful flirting from Monoma and Bakugo’s anger that flared because of Monoma’s incessant flirting, the group worked well together. Thoughts were finally being organized as your group formed your analysis and began to build your paper.
Class soon ended and you and Mina chatted as you all made your way to the front of the classroom where the door was. However, before you reached the end of the aisle, you bumped into a solid chest that had stopped in front of you while you were turned talking to Mina.
You fumbled out an apology as you looked up to see Bakugo with an annoyed expression painted across soft pink cheeks. Kirishima stood behind him with a smile and hands gripping the blondes shoulders.
“Go ahead, bud. Didn’t you say you wanted to ask Y/N something?”
You perked up a bit as you brought your attention back to Bakugo, his eyes meeting yours as he grunted, tips of his ears now turning a darker shade.
Finally, he let out a sigh as he reached out, handing you his phone.
“Can I have your number?”
You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head slightly in confusion. “You….want my….number?”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just put it in there or don’t. I don’t care!” The hothead burst out as he furrowed his eyebrows back at you.
You fought the smile that threatened to tug at the corner of your lips. Mina squealed with joy from beside you as you reached out to take the phone from his hands.
However, the confusing but cute moment happening in front of you all was quickly put aside when you heard the booming voice of your professor, once again, interrupting you.
“Ms. L/N. May I have a word?”
Your heart sank for the second time that day as you squeaked out a soft ‘yes’, then turned back to Bakugo once again.
“Yes, you can have my number. Don’t be afraid to text me, okay?” You said with a smile as you typed in your number, saving your contact with a smiley, and handed it back over to him.
“Y-yeah. I won’t.” He stuttered in surprise as he took his phone back, jumping slightly as Kiri clapped him on both shoulders.
The group said their farewells as they left the classroom, leaving you behind in an empty room with no one else but the professor who made your life a living nightmare.
You mustered up all the courage you had left in you and made your way back across the room to the desk and podium where your professor stood filtering through his stack of papers and books.
You slightly stomped as you stopped in front of him, heels of your shoes clacking on the wooden floors of the old building.
You cleared your throat as you straighten your posture.
“You asked to see me, sir?”
Professor Aizawa’s posture straightened as well as he leaned back into his chair, looking up at you through tired eyes and thick lashes.
“I did. I wanted to talk with you about something.”
You nodded, masking your fears and confusion.
“Okay. About what?”
Aizawa hardened his gaze as his eyes did a quick look of you up and down, fighting back a smirk and a chuckle as he folded his arms across his chest.
“I just wanted to inform you that if you spent a little less time on boys and a little more time on your academics, perhaps your grade wouldn’t be dropping below a B+ in my class.”
You didn’t reply. You just looked at him as his words settled into your brain. The silence in the room becoming deafening as your pulse rang through your ears in disbelief that those words came out of your professors mouth.
“Excuse me?” You finally spoke as you slightly slammed your books down onto the desk that separated you two.
“I believe you heard what I said, but I will elaborate. I think that if you spent less time on entertaining young men like Bakugo, Monoma, and Kirishima, it will get you nowhere in life other than pregnant and a college drop out before you can even walk the stage for graduation. So maybe you should spend time focusing on me, rather than worrying about getting a text from a spiked hair toddler with anger management issues.”
You must have looked like you had seen a ghost. It looks could kill, Aizawa would be six feet under with a grave stone that stated “Here lies a man that didn’t only step over the line, he jumped right over it, and paid for it”.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” You managed to choke out.
Professor Aizawa chuckled as he stood up, leaning over his desk and propping himself up. His heavy eyes glared right back into yours with just as much emotion.
“Probably. Have you?” He whispered as he shoved off, not looking back once as he turned to walk into his office.
Without turning around, he threw his hand up with a wave and dismissed you with a reminder of, “don’t forget, that paper is due next week. Be a good girl and work hard.”
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“What?! He said that to you???”
You shushed Mina as you walked with her to the library study room that you and your group had rented out for the day.
“Yeah, he did. I was appalled. He’s a professor! Surely he can’t talk to students that way. I know he’s young for a college professor, so he may feel like he has that kind of relationship with his students, but I would want to slap anyone for saying that, no matter the circumstances.”
“What an ass! Can I hit him? I think I’m going to hit him. Men really suck.”
You chuckled at her annoyance as you opened the study room door. The boys had already arrived and their conversation died once the door was opened. Kirishima quickly shot up from his seat, a smile gracing his face as he welcomed you both.
Taking a seat beside Bakugo, you both made eye contact and shared a soft smile with each other. As the study session progressed, you were unaware how every few minutes Bakugo would slightly move his seat closer to yours. You didn’t notice how every time you spoke, his attention was on you fully, unlike when anyone else spoke. His demeanor slowly became more and more relaxed as the session went on, and you were unaware of how everyone else in the room could see this.
“You know, we still have 5 days left to finish this project and we are already 2/3 of the way through! We’ve done a great job!” Mina exclaimed as she high-fives everyone in the group.
“Yes, I’m actually surprised we got so much work done. Professor Aizawa will be shocked,” Monoma replied as he stretched his hands above his head.
“EW, do not say that man’s name. He’s a total bastard.” Mina said in disgust as he nose crinkled up.
You could almost see the question marks floating above everyone’s head at her outburst.
“Okayyyyy, mind telling us what that was about?” Monoma questioned as the others begged Mina to share.
“Uh-well…why don’t you ask Y/N? She can tell you exactly why.”
All heads turned towards you. Everyone’s eyebrows furrowed as they waited for you to share.
“Oh, well he just said some things that were inappropriate and hurtful-“
“What the fuck did that guy say to you??”
Your jaw tightened as Bakugo cut you off. You gave him a slight, forced smile as you shook your head.
“Just that I need to focus more on my studies.”
“Y/N! You know it was worse than that” Mina said as she crossed her arms, the distraught look on her face begging you to share.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and let out a sigh. “He said if I would focus more on my grades and stop giving guys attention then maybe I wouldn’t end up pregnant and a college drop out.”
The room was silent for a few seconds after your confession, however, you could feel the temperature rising as your friends began to get angry.
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Bakugo said, being the first to speak.
“No, you can’t kill him. Not alone at least.” Kirishima said as he popped his neck.
“Yeah, you’ll need someone to help carry and hide the body.” Monoma said, eyebrows furrowed and creating a deep crease between them as a vein popped out on his forehead.
“I’m so sorry he said those things to you, Y/N. Should we tell the Dean? Surely that’s against some kind of policy the university holds!” Kirishima spoke as he slammed his hand onto the table.
“No, it’s okay. All I have to do is bring my grade back up to an A and he won’t bother me again. He’s just an ass.” You said as you clenched your hands into fists in your lap. “Maybe I have been slacking in class. I know I can do better.”
You flinched slightly as a warm hand enveloped yours in your lap. You looked up to see Bakugo reaching over to comfort you. His expression had turned from rage to empathy.
“You’re not alone. You have us. We will help any way we can. And if you give me the okay, I’ll start by plowing his face into the ground.”
You chuckled as your eyes began to water slightly.
“Thank you, Katsuki. Thank you all!” The group smiled at your words.
The group soon said their goodbyes and packed their things. The campus lights illuminated the sidewalks as you walked down the steps of the library, a cool breeze blowing past you causing a shiver to run down your body.
You jumped slightly as someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned your body and took a step back because of the weight in your backpack shifting before your eyes met Katsuki’s.
“Oh, hey! Did you need something?” You asked as you tucked your windblown hair behind your ear.
“No. Just wanted to see if you were okay. You were just standing here looking around.”
You swallowed as you tried to wet the dryness in your throat as you turned your head in the direction of your dorm that was across campus.
“Yeah, I was just realizing how dark it had gotten. Cold too. I didn’t realize how late it was and I was dreading walking back to my room-“
“Which way?”
You looked back up to the man in front of you and pointed down the way that your dorm was located.
“It’s in Carnagee Hall.”
“Perfect. My dorm isn’t far from yours. You coming?”
You smiled as you both turned and start walking towards the dorms. You fell into a rhythmic step with Katsuki and began talking to him.
Conversation with him wasn’t the easiest, but despite his annoyed tone at times and his lack of expression, you were able to pull a few chuckles from him and his expression slowly softened more and more as you grew closer to your dorm.
“Well, this is me! Thank you for walking with me. You said you weren’t far from me right? So that must mean you are in Shallow Creek Dorms?” You questioned as you moved to stand in front of the blonde haired man.
“No, actually. I’m in Markham.” He said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Markham? But that’s across-“
“Yeah. It is. But you’re home safe. It’s just about a mile walk anyway.”
You let out an exasperated sigh. You shook your head and tucked your hair back behind your ear as another cool breeze cut through you.
“A mile?! Katsuki, that’s too much! It’s late. You didn’t have to walk me if it was out of the way! Why did you lie to me about not living far?”
Your breath caught in your throat as he took a small step towards you. He reached up and grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Because, it’s late, dark and a far walk for you on your own. I needed you to get here safely.”
You felt your heart skip a beat and you may be imagining things, but you could have sworn he was leaning closer. Was THE Katsuki Bakugo, AKA the rudest, most handsome, and angriest guy on campus really about to kiss you? Did he really just say those sweet words for you and did he ACTUALLY just walk you home because he wanted to make sure you were safe? You were in shock at what was happening. Could this really be the best moment of your college career?
However, the moment was interrupted by a deep sigh as the wind died down and quiet overtook you both.
“Isn’t it time you two got home? It’s almost curfew. Also, it’s inappropriate to makeout in public on school property.”
You closed your eyes in annoyance as you and Katsuki turned to where your professor stood leaned against a tree outside your dorm.
“Professor.” Katsuki said as he dropped his hand from your chin. An expression of annoyance also came across his face.
“Bakugo.” He greeted as he stood straight and took a few steps towards you two. “Like I said, you should be getting to your room. It’s getting late. L/N, get up to your room.”
“Yeah…” you said as you turned to look at Katsuki. “Text me when you make it back, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Katsuki looked down at you, unclenching his jaw as he met your eyes. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/N.”
You smiled as you turned to walk up the stairs to your dorm, but were interrupted as you felt a hand grab your wrist.
“And Y/N,” Katsuki said as he turned you back around and met your lips with a kiss. You grunted in surprise, but soon melted into the kiss as his hands reached to cup your face.
The sigh you heard behind you, once again interrupted you both as you pulled away from the kiss. Your cheeks felt warm as the blush formed across them. Katsuki’s cheeks matched as he smirked and stared at you through hooded eyes.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said as he turned and walked away, leaving you with the professor. “Professor.” He said with a smug tone as a farewell.
“Yeah….Goodnight.” You replied softly, but he was already out of earshot.
Once you felt you could move again, you turned to finish your ascent up the stairs. However, you were stopped once you reached where your professor stood by the entrance.
“Get home earlier next time. You know you get a fine if you miss curfew.”
You grunted in reply as you threw your head back in annoyance. “How did you even know I live in this dorm anyway? You stalking me, professor?”
“Really? I live here too. My room is on the top floor.”
Your room is on the top floor too…how have you never seen him??
“Do me a favor, don’t do that in front of me ever again.”
“Do what?”
“You know what. Don’t make out with him ever again.”
You stopped in your tracks, hand resting against the handle to the dorm. You let out a breathy laugh as you turned your head to the grumpy man beside you.
“Why? You jealous it wasn’t you?” Your words spilled out before you could give it a second thought.
Aizawa’s face remained neutral as he tilted his head to look you up and down.
“Jealous of what?”
He turned to push past you through the door. He held the door for you as your folded your arms across your chest, unknowingly giving the man in front of you a view. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as you walked through the door, brushing past him as you walked to the elevator.
To your dismay, you shared the elevator with him. The ride was silent as you both rode up to the top floor and you followed him out as you both walked to the end of the hall. Your heart slowly sunk as you got closer and closer to the end of the hall.
“Are you following me? Did I upset you that badly? Trying to show me why I should be jealous?”
You let out a “ha” at your professors words.
“I’m sure you wished I would. But no. My room is this way.”
“What a pleasure.”
You rolled your eyes as you stopped at the last door on the right.
And once again, to your dismay, your professor rattled his keys as he stood outside the last door on the left across the hall from you.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You huffed under your breath as you unlocked the door.
“What a surprise. So you’re the one across the hall with the loud vibrator. Do as all a favor and learn to be quiet.”
“How the hell do you feel so comfortable saying things like that to your students?!”
“Easy,” he said as he turned to rest his back against the door, “you can’t touch me. I am protected by this school, and while it doesn’t seem like it, I have my students success at the top of my priority list.”
“That doesn’t mean you can talk about my vibrator and me getting pregnant. Again, that’s inappropriate.”
“But you’re not going to do anything about it…are you? Because you know that to some extent, you like it.”
You couldn’t get passed the dry tone of his voice and his words. It irked you, but you felt the words cut deep in a way you couldn’t express. Maybe you did like the way he looked and talked to you. It excited you. It made you hate yourself for wanting more. You loved to hate it. You loved to hate your professor.
“You don’t know that.” You shot back as you opened the door to your dorm and swung your backpack off your shoulder.
“Maybe not. But I’ll find out soon. Have a goodnight, Y/N.”
You ignored that he used your first name and slammed the door, locking it behind you. You wanted to pull your hair out but you refused to let him get to you anymore now that he was out of your eyesight.
You sighed, putting your hair up in a ponytail as you made your way to your room. You fell to your knees as you put your hand under your bed, searching for the velvet bag that held your toy. Pulling it out, you opened it and pulled out the black stick that your professor has now ruined for all eternity.
“Why did he have to bring you up? You were my favorite pass time!” You said to yourself as you fumbled with the buttons. You turned it on for a second and quickly turned it right back off as your hand tingled from the vibrations.
Damn, okay maybe he had a point…that is pretty loud…
You took it and walked to your bathroom, switching the light on as you placed your vibrator onto the counter.
You began to undress as you reached through the shower curtain to turn on the hot water. The steam heated the room as you grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower, grabbing your toy as you did. You tested the volume of your vibrator to see if the sound of the water masked it.
Good enough.
You lowered your toy between you legs and let out a sigh as you felt the vibrations course through you.
You needed this. This week has been stressful and your professor hadn’t been helping you feel any more at ease. The project wasn’t the problem. Your group mates were a tremendous help and the paper was almost finished. They were all so kind and fun to be around and they had truly been your saving grace.
And Katsuki, sweet sweet Katsuki…you may be the only one who thinks of him as sweet, but he truly was so kind to you. He was so strong and handsome and his kiss…it was so gentle despite the slight chap of his lips. The way he held your face was so romantic too. He was a nice escape from the stress of your literature class.
That fucking class. It wasn’t even the work load that bothered you. It was your asshole professor. Why does he insist on making your life a living hell??
Professor Aizawa with his quick words and sharp tongue. How dare he look at you with those deep eyes and handsome face and suggest the things he does. Who does he think he is? And he tried to tell you that Bakugo was the one to keep away from?? Like hell. You didn’t care if he thought Bakugo was a distraction. And why did he word it as though you weren’t paying enough attention to HIM?
You groaned in frustration as you reached a hand up to grope your left breast. Your nipple hardened as you cursed under your breath.
Fuck Professor Aizawa.
“Good girl.”
His words echoed in your head as you groaned, head falling back in pleasure as your legs shook.
Why did those words from HIS lips affect you in such a way? You couldn’t stand your professor. He was an asshole to you.
You directed your thoughts back to Katsuki. You imagined what it would be like with him. You imagined those lips kissing down your body. How he’d pull your hips up to sit on his lap as he ground his hips to meet yours as he pulled down your underwear. You imagined him biting your skin and groaning as his dick hardened in his pants. How he’d trail his tongue down to your wet pussy and lick a stripe up your center to your clit and suck hard before pulling back with a pop.
Your legs shook more as you moaned, bringing your arm up to bite into your wrist to silence yourself. You ground your hips down onto the vibrator as you imagined Katsuki’s face between your legs. You let out a shakey cry as you imagined him looking up at you between your thighs as he ate you out and moaned against your cunt. You could almost feel the heat of his hands as his fingers dig into the skin of your ass and the back of your thighs to hold you in place.
“Good girl.”
You let out a loud groan and a series of breathy huffs as you held yourself up. You came hard and fought to turn your vibrator off as you gathered your thoughts. You finished your shower and dried off, walking back into your room to get dressed. The cool air smacked you in the face, allowing chills to travel across your body. You placed your toy on the bed, turning to pick your phone up on the table. The screen lit up with notifications as you let Face ID open it up.
A text from Katsuki was the first thing you saw:
Made it to the dorm
The first one said. The second, however, is what made you really blush.
Your lips just looked too delicious. I’m not sorry I kissed you.
You smiled and texted him back.
I don’t want you to be sorry. I’m glad you kissed me. And I’m glad you made it:)
You smiled and exited out of your messages. You placed your phone down to pull on a large tshirt and socks before pulling down your covers, climbing in and picking your phone back up. You checked a few more notifications. Finally, opening up your mail, you noticed a familiar email address had sent you a message.
From: [email protected]
The shower doesn’t help. I can still hear you. Next time, try a muzzle and a sock around your toy.
The walls are thin.
Sent from iPhone.
You let out a scoff and before you could control yourself, you were emailing back.
Next time maybe you should try minding your business. You’re the reason I need to relieve that stress. I hear noise canceling headphones aren’t that expensive.
You press send and groaned into your pillow. You wanted nothing more than to go over and knock on his door and slap that man.
Your phone dinged next to you and you jumped out of your thoughts of violence.
Unfortunately, the notifications came from your mail.
From: [email protected]
Or next time I’ll come help. After all, I am the source of your stress.
Goodnight, Y/N.
Sent from iPhone
You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance for the second time that day. Attached to the email was his phone number. You felt like throwing up. Who knew your brooding professor was so annoying. So horny.
Fuck professor Aizawa.
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That’s my daddy
Pt. 2 to That’s your dad?! Bc a lot of you have been B E G G I N G and I love you guys. So here we go!
Pt. 1 That’s your dad?!
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Warning: 18+
Big arms tightened around your waist, quietly pulling you from your slumber.
“Mm, how long was I out?”
A kiss was placed on the back of your neck as the man groaned, lifting a hand to look at the watch on his wrist.
“Six hours.”
You turned over to face the bare chested man. His heavy breathing fanned over your face as he brushed stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear. His lips brushed against your forehead; your fluttering eyelashes tickling his cheeks.
Your leg swung low on his hip, bringing his lower half snug against yours as the sheets ruffled with each movement.
“We should probably get up soon.” Toji’s gruff voice huffed as it blew the baby hairs that still poked out from your mess on your head.
“Myeah, we should.” You mumbled, burying your face in his chest.
“Y/N, you know you have a class today. And I’ve got some things to do. We talked about this.”
“Mmmm so warm though. You feel so good.”
The man sighed, rolling his hips into yours as he shifted his position a bit. His actions brought a quiet hum from your lips, causing your heavy eyes to open.
Your hand squeezed his side, digging nails in as you shifted this time, rolling your hips against his.
He groaned, coughing to cover it up as he placed his hand on your hip now, pinching gently as he pushed you away.
“You’re not doing this to me again, little lady. You’ve made me late the past few times because of that.”
You chuckled as you rolled over, sliding of the bed to slip your pants on over your underwear.
“Fuck, I could get used to that view every morning.”
You side eyed him as you shimmied the pants over your hips, wiggling then dramatically causing Toji to let out a low whistle.
“You’re a little tease, you know that?”
You smiled as you pulled your top over your head, turning to face the man who still laid half naked on the bed.
“I’ll see you tonight. Don’t miss me too much.” You blew him a kiss and walked out the door, a chuckle following you as you left.
You creeped down the hall, careful not to step on any wood that would pop and wake the other male that occupied the house. You tiptoed down each step to the main floor, making a bee line for the door.
“Not going to join us for breakfast?”
You felt bile rise in your throat as you took a few steps back to the open kitchen. Megumi sat at the kitchen counter shoveling toast and oats into his mouth with a deadpan glare set on you.
“Morning, Megumi.”
“Good morning. So, care to sit and eat so we can have a talk?”
Your body felt rigid as you inched forward, stomach growling at the sight of the warm food. However, it could be the sick feeling of being caught that’s making it do that.
“Oh, uh, no thanks. I need to get to the school.”
“Perfect!” He stood, putting his dishes in the sink then turning to grab his uniform jacket off his chair. “I’ll grab a ride with you then.”
You nodded, forcing an awkward smile as you drug your feet out the door behind him.
The car ride began silent. No one spoke. No one breathed too loud. Not even the radio brought you any relief from the heavy weight hanging in the air.
Megumi shifted in his seat, grabbing the phone from his pocket to check the time before sighing and resting his head against the window.
“Soooooo, you and my dad.”
You gulped, hands slightly tightening their grip on the steering wheel as you held your breath. You cut your eyes at him quickly before breathing out a sigh; acceptance filling you as you come to terms with the fact that you’re about to have this talk with your student.
“Yep.”
Wow great response.
Megumi nodded, head bumping against the glass as he did.
“Are you pregnant?”
You coughed, choking on your gasp that tried to escape you.
“Megumi, what the hell?!”
“What?”
“You can’t just ask someone that!! Women take offense to that you know?”
“Oh.”
Silence fell over you both again for a moment as you silently prayed that you’d make it to the school before crashing your car.
“Are you both together?”
Your eyebrows furrowed together in thought, swallowing thickly as you turned the steering wheel.
“No, we are not.”
“But, you hook up?”
“I guess so.”
“That’s messed up. That’s literally my dad.”
“And I’m your teacher. What’s the point?”
“Because I like you. I don’t want you to get messed up by him.”
Your face softened as you pulled into the drive to the school, slowing your car to a full stop as you parked it a bit from the school.
“Your dad isn’t as bad as he seems, ya know? I’m sure he’d appreciate another chance at being your father if you’d let him. He talks about you a lot.”
“Yeah? He talks about you a lot too.”
“He does?!” You questioned, shooting up in your seat.
“Ha, yeah. A lot actually. And I’ve known about you both since the party by the way.”
“…..Megumi,”
“I think you’re good for him. Of course, I don’t really know him but I know you’re good. I just want to protect you from the kind of man he might be.”
“Awwww, Megumi! Thank you. This is why you’re my favorite student. And maybe son!”
“Please stop.”
**************
The day flew by without much drama. A curse here and a curse there, but pretty soon you were making your way back to the Fushiguro household.
It was just you and Megumi, Toji not yet back from whatever it may be he had been up to.
You had never seen the house in the setting sun. It was stunning. You had only seen it at night when you had snuck in late to see Toji. You liked coming to this house before his sons bedtime.
The both of you had set out on a mission to order the most mouth watering takeout you’ve ever had, daddies money of course funding this endeavor.
The two of you chatted and watched movies as you awaited the arrival of said daddy, and finally, the door creaked open as heavy footsteps padded down the hall.
“Well, well, well. Having a girls night, are we?” 
You could sense Megumi’s annoyance as he stood, passing his dad the takeout box of unfinished food. Toji leaped over the back of the couch, plopping down beside you, causing you to bounce at the sudden impact.
“I’m tired. You take my place in girls night. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night, Megs.”
Once the boy had left the room, you reached a hand over to slap Toji on his chest, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek as he glared at you.
“You need to be nice to him. He’s a great kid.”
“What? I am nice.”
“You just indirectly insulted him. So what if he wanted to watch movies and pig out with me? I enjoyed it. He’s so kind in his own way.”
Toji sighed as he relaxed into the couch, resting a hand in your blanket covered knee and squeezing gently.
“He is. I need to be a better dad.”
“You are a good dad.”
“No, I’m a good dad-dy. A good one to you especially.” He said with a wink as he stuffed his mouth with food.
“Speaking of which, Megumi asked if I was pregnant today.”
Toji coughed, quickly swallowing the food as he covered himself with his usual sly expression.
“Oh really?”
“Mhm. He also wanted to know if we were together.”
“Well, obviously we are. You’re here as much as we are and I’m sure he’s sick of hearing about you. I was going to get around to asking you soon anyway.”
You smiled, satisfied with hearing those words leave his mouth. He could be a big softy when it was just the two of you.
You leaned into his frame, cuddling the blanket closer to you. He ate his fill as you relaxed into him, eyes feeling heavier and heavier as his deep laughs shook you awake each time a funny scene tickled him.
You weren’t sure how long how long you both stayed like this, but you soon were pulled out of your sleep as you felt strong arms lay you down on cool silk sheets.
Eyes fluttered open to see Toji smiling down at you.
“Hey, pretty momma. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Your mind was clouded by sleep, making the filter to your mouth…non existent.
“You should make me a momma.”
Toji scoffed as he patted your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.
“What? This about what Megumi said earlier?”
You smiled softly as you lifted your tired eyes to look at him.
“Maybe. Yes. I like the sound of it.”
Toji’s face softened as he squeezed your thigh a little harder. His other hand lay in his lap as his back bent to crane his neck so his face was inches from yours.
“I can make that happen. You just have to ask.” 
You grabbed the hand that was on your thigh, pulling it to cradle your face as you planted a soft kiss on it.
“Please.”
The smirk that grew on his face made your body shiver. The spark in his eye sinister almost as he swung his leg over your waist to straddle you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as the switch from sweet to dom was switched.
“Is that right? You want me to fuck a baby into you? You want me to fill you up?”
You picked your hips, pulling your wrists in an attempt to touch him. He bit his lip as his eyes shifted down to the rise and fall of your chest as your body lifted to meet his.
“You desperate for me?”
You nodded, wining as his grip on your wrists tightened, nails digging into your skin.
“Use your words, baby. You know I love to hear you talk.”
Your eyes met him as your face contorted into an expression of need.
“Please, Daddy. I need you.”
“That’s my good girl.” 
He leaned down, lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. He shifted your wrists to be pinned under one of his large hands as the other hand moved under your chin to keep your lips right where he wanted them. He squeezed your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker open as he slipped his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.
You groaned as you felt his hips roll against yours. You lifted yours to meet his pelvis in an attempt to gain more friction. He chuckled at your actions and pulled away, letting the hand that squeezed your cheeks stroke your face.
“Is my pretty girl that needy?”
You whimpered, nodding. Your nod was cut short when his hand quickly moved to grip your chin and cheeks again; his fingers dug into your cheeks.
“I believe I said I wanted you to use your words.”
You fought the smirk that tried to push its way on to your lips.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m needy for you. I want you to touch me.”
“Mmm, yeah? Show me where you want me to touch you.”
He let go of your wrists. You slowly moved your hand to grip his gently. With your other hand, you lifted the waist band of your pants and directed his hand down until his fingers were ghosting over the lace fabric of your panties.
“Right there.”
Toji smirked as he shifted off of you. He pulled your pants down, panties ripped off as he did.
He grabbed your ankles, pushing them up so your knees bent and granted him access between your legs.
You tensed as the cool air met your warmth, goosebumps popping up on your skin. Toji looked at you from between your legs, a soft smile on his lips as he took two fingers and traced them over your pubic bone.
You shivered at the touch, making Toji chuckle at your reaction.
“So sensitive.”
His fingers spread your lips apart as his other hand began to rub two fingers across your clit slowly.
You sucked in a breath of air at his gentle touch. His eyes glanced up at you, smirking as he saw the expression of pleasure on your face.
“Is Daddy making his girl feel good?”
You nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’ before he could get on to you again for not speaking.
He smirked as he drug his fingers down a bit to rub against your hole to collect the wet that had begun to form.
His fingers scissored the wet as he admired his work.
“All of this, and I haven’t even done much. You must really want me.”
You blushed as you saw him lick the wet off his fingers. Your mouth soon fell open as his own mouth attached itself to your pussy.
His lips engulfed yours as his tongue worked against your clit, drifting down to push its way inside your hole. Your head flew back as you moaned when his fingers returned to your clit.
Your hips bucked against his face, causing him to glare at you. His free hand made its way up to your lower stomach as he pressed your hips down to hold you in place.
Without your movements to grant you relief, Toji switched to licking your clit, sucking gently as his fingers worked your entrance.
“Fuck, Toji, I need more!”
He pulled his mouth off of you with a pop and his fingers from your entrance as he rested them across your thighs. The bottom half of his face was still hidden between your legs as he placed gentle kisses to your lips and clit.
“Is that my name, doll?”
“…..no, sir.”
“Wanna try that again?”
“Please, Daddy. I need more.”
Clothes were thrown to the floor as Toji ripped them off of you, placing heated kisses across your burning skin as he did.
His mouth fell into an open smirk as he rubbed the head of his dick through your folds, pulling shallow moans from deep within your chest. The head eased into your entrance, causing your walls to squeeze around it as he pulled back out.
“To-Daddy please! I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up.”
Toji didn’t reply. His only response as him shoving your legs to your chest as he pushed inside of you. And he pushed alllllll the way inside of you.
Your mouth fell open as he grazed your cervix, his head burying itself into your neck as he bit into the skin between your neck and shoulder. He groaned as he pulled half way out then pushed back in slowly. Your body shook at the intrusion as your juices welcomed more of him.
Your nails dug into his shoulders leaving long, angry scratches for him to ogle at later. He always did love flexing them in the mirror.
You moaned as he picked up the pace, pistoling in and out if you as his balls slapped against your backside.
“That’s a good girl. I wished you could see how you take me so well. You’re leaving a nice, little white ring around me. Such a good girl for your daddy, hm?”
You groaned at his words, throwing your legs around his hips as he pushed impossibly deeper inside of you.
His hands that had been beside your head moved to your waist, wrapping around your back as he pulled you up into his chest.
“Hold on, baby.”
There was no other warning given as he began to slam you down onto his cock. Every bit of his eight inches burying itself inside of you as he did. His hips slapped up to meet yours as he pulled you tighter to him.
His lip was caught between his teeth as his eyebrows contorted into concentration. His eyes fluttering between open and closed as they met yours for brief moments before your head would be thrown back from pleasure and his eyes skewed shut.
It wasn’t long until he had you under him again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His hips began to stutter as he planted a kiss on your lips, causing you both to moan into the others mouth.
“You really want me to fill you up? You want me to fuck a baby into you? Give Meg’s a little play friend?”
You nodded as your choked out a reply.
“Yes! Yes, Toji.”
His lips were pushed against yours again as his hands lifted your legs higher, allowing the perfect position for him to empty all of his seed inside of you.
Your body felt hot as he did, shaking as you came with him. Your walls tightening around him as you milked him for every last drop.
He rested his head on yours as he collapsed on top of you. Your legs remained around his waist as your hands made there way into his hair to softly card through the dark locks.
After a few minutes of laying in silence, Toji began to stir as he kissed your forehead, then top of your nose, cheeks, chin and all the way down to your stomach where he littered kisses across the warm skin.
His actions made you giggle as you cupped his cheeks, bring him up to meet your lips.
“What was that for?” You asked as he rolled over beside you and pulled you close to his chest.
“That was a little ritual I came up with. It’s to make sure the baby and it’s Momma are happy and healthy.”
You chuckled as you nuzzled into his bare chest. The covers were thrown across your body as a kiss was placed on the top of you head.
Toji drug his fingers up and down your arm as he looked down at your sleeping figure. His heavy eyelids widened as he felt his heart swell with a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Maybe he should go buy a ring tomorrow. Just to have on standby or something…..
Just wanted to ask before requesting, for headcanons is it one character per request?
Of course not! You can request whoever and as many as you want hon!
Hiiii, I just wanted to ask if you could write a husband Hanma Shuji? Thank you!!!
For sure bby! I’m sorry I’m just now getting to this but I hope you enjoy it!
Husband Hanma
[headcanon]
Masterlist
Warning: 18+
This man is so mfin fine. He crazy but he cute
Hanma would be severely into PDA. Literally would have to be holding your hand all the time or have is arms wrapped around you.
Not afraid to pull you into a make out session whenever or wherever either
He’s the type of guy to be so in love with you still even after years of marriage
He’d take you on weekly date nights and buy (steal) you the most beautiful gifts. You’d receive anything you want and then some
Hanma would be a total simp for his significant other. He’d make you breakfast in bed, wash your hair for you in the bath or shower, drop literally anything to be with you if you just asked
He would give up the gang for you too. Anything to make you happy
I can see him not wanting kids personally but I think once y’all have been married for a few years I think he’d want a little girl. He’d want to protect his girls. It would be so cute.
Soooooo protective. He wouldn’t want you far from his sight. If he couldn’t be with you, he’d send someone he trusted to be your bodyguard
Wants to see you in his clothes. Like alllll the time. His shirt and his boxers have become your regular pjs
Now for the nasty lol
Hanma would be such a pleaser. He’d want to satisfy you over and over again in bed.
He’d love it if you praised him. He’d be eating you out and if you called him a “good boy” or praised him for how good he was making you feel, he would whimper into you and become putty in your hands.
He would love it if you played with his hair as he gave you head. Also weak for scratches down his back.
In short, he’d be a soft dom but he would definitely let you use him however you wanted
Big ol pp. can’t convince me otherwise. Like are you kidding me? Look at this man and tell me he isn’t rocking a gargantuan shlong
Knows how to use it to. He’d leave you absolutely wrecked in the very best way. He loves to please so you would be on cloud 9 every time after sex
Cherried
Eren Yeager x Reader
My literal notes on this idea from a month ago: Eren is your drug dealer and he likes you secretly and sends you money for your nails when you ask and it’s hot asf
Warnings: drug use, very much 18+
Word count: roughly 4K
Masterlist
“You’re seriously going to meet this guy in an alley outside a bar at midnight? Is this some top secret agent Cody Banks shit?”
You rolled your eyes at your friends questions as you pulled your dress over your head, careful to not smudge any makeup.
“Yes. I am going to meet him there. He’s my brothers/sisters dealer. I’m not too worried about it. Besides, you’ll be there with me.”
Your friends eyes widened as she waved her hands frantically in the air.
“Oh no no miss ma’am. This is all you. I’ll be your get away driver but I am not about to die in an ally at midnight for some good kush. Why can’t you just buy it at a licensed seller like most of us do?”
“Because,” you started, sliding your feet into your heals, “(siblings name) said this guy has the best shit known around here. I just want to see for myself.”
“Whatever you say. You look hot by the way. Maybe you’ll get it for free.” She said with a wink, handing you your purse to match your heels.
“Maybe I’ll throw on some charm then. Is this dress cleavagey enough?”
Your friend stood back, looking you up and down before nodding.
“Oh yes. If he doesn’t fuck you and give you free weed, I’m sure someone will.”
**********
The neon lights from the bar reflected off the puddles of water left in the street. The sidewalk traffic had dwindled down as you made your way outside the bar, checking left and right for passerby’s.
Checking your phone you noted the time.
11:58 P.M.
Your chin began to vibrate as the cool wind of the night cut right through you, making you shove your hands in your jacket pockets to pull it tight around you.
You shook your nerves away as you forced your feet towards the alleyway beside the building. It was a small walkway between the bar and the apartment complex next door, but you thanked whoever was listening for it being relatively clean.
A flicking sound made your head snap up, eyes catching the glimpse of a small flame a few yards ahead.
You slowed your pace, eyes never leaving the man that leaned against the brick wall, one leg propped against it as his hands cupped the lighter in his hand as he lit a joint that was nestled between his lips.
He didn’t look up as you stopped beside him. He took a long drawl, puffing out smoke into the air that soon filled your nose with the familiar smell.
“H-hello.” You said once you gathered the courage to speak. He was intimidating. A very large, and handsome I might add, man with his hair in a bun. His leather jacket was slightly worn and the dark circles under his green eyes seemed to deepen as he cut his eyes at you.
“Hello.” His voice was deep. Gravely. Something that any normal person would want to run away from if they heard it.
But it drew you in further, making you take another step forward, closing the gap a bit more.
“I think you have something for me.”
His left eyebrow raised at your statement. He dropped his leg down from the wall, turning to fully face you as he looked you up and down.
“There is no way you’re (siblings name)’s sister.”
It was your turn to pop your eyebrow up in question. You crossed your arms across your chest as you cocked your head to the side.
“And why do you think that?”
You didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips as he eyed you up again. He took another puff if the joint as he bent down close to your face.
You felt your stomach turn at the man’s actions. You choked as you tried to swallow the nerves that were beginning to build back up again. How’s green eyes that bored into you didn’t make it any easier.
The next thing you know, smoke was blown into your face making you cough. You rubbed at the corners of your eyes to alleviate the burning.
“No reason. No reason at all. Here.”
You caught the small bag that he tossed at you with ease. Examining the contents, you furrowed your eye brows at him.
“This is more than a gram.”
“I know.” He said with a shrug. “It’s your first time. I always give a bit more than needed for the first time in everything I do.” His wink made your chest heat up, noting what was probably an innuendo.
You thanked him, shaking off his smirk as you reached for your wallet.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just tell your brother/sister that they owe me.”
And with that, he walked off. You stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you replayed what just happened.
You knew this guys stuff was good, so why would he give it to you for free? Especially when you were doing to pay him full price.
Pulling your phone out, you dialed your siblings number as you walked back to the bar entrance.
“Yo.” They said as they answered your call.
“Hey. Your guy is weird.”
“Who? Eren?”
“Yeah.”
They chuckled, making you roll your eyes.
“What makes you think that?”
“He just gave me more than what we agreed on. And he didn’t want me to pay him.”
Silence fell over the both of you making you wonder if they were still there.
“You ther-“
“He gave it to you for free?”
You nodded as if they could see you. You hummed in reply, stopping your walk as you stood at the front window to the bar, peeking in to wave at your friend.
“Yep.”
A sigh was heard from the other end.
“I guess I’ll be paying that off….or you will.”
“Me?”
Your brother/sister hummed to answer your question.
“Yep. Eren is like that. But I’ll see if I can just pay it off for ya. No worries.”
“Thanks bestie.”
“No problemo kiddo. Talk to ya later.”
You hung up as your friend exited the bar, shaking their coat on as you smiled at them.
“Well, nice time?”
“Mhm. Very.”
*************
Unknown: so, did you like it?
Your eyebrows furrowed at the text that glowed on your phone screen.
You: Huh
Your phone dinged not even a second later with another text from the number.
Unknown: you know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. Don’t play coy.
You: Eren?
Unknown: Who else?
You rolled your eyes, taking a drag from your blunt as you opened your camera. You snapped a picture as you blew out the smoke, hooded eyes making contact with the lens. You attached the picture, sending it with your text.
You: not too bad
Eren: that’s it?
You roll your eyes, wanting to enjoy your smoke in peace. Does he want you to compliment his stuff so bad?
You: fine. It’s great. Best smoke I’ve ever had.
A minute passed before his next text. You jump up to answer, a smile creeping up your face along with your blush.
Eren: good girl. 
You turn your phone off, throwing your head back in your pillow as you put your blunt down in your tray, watching the cherry red end get snuffed out.
Your thoughts turn to the man responsible for your amazing high as your eyes grew heavy.
You bet your money his hair looks even better down. And you bet he looks good shirtless. He’s so tall and handsome….and he let you feel this good for free? What else would he do for you….
************
“Erennnnnn”
It had been about four months since your first meeting with Eren and you had come to him every other week for more of his product.
Eventually, you began to pay, no longer wanting your sibling to be responsible for paying up. Eren didn’t mind waiting though. He got his money, and he got to see you. That’s all that mattered.
Your meetings became longer every time you met. He allowed you to come to his apartment for pick up now, not wanting to “risk making you sick because he’d miss seeing that pretty little face of yours” as he put it.
“You know, I’m so glad you are coming to give me even more of your money, but please stop walking right in, babe. You’re annoying.”
His comment made you roll your eyes, making it easy to brush the pet name off.
He had started calling you “babe” and “baby” recently, and it’s not that you don’t like it, hell, you love it. But, it makes it even harder for your little fantasies to stay in check.
I mean, he is a very, very gorgeous man after all.
“Mhm, you love taking my money. You love seeing me even more. Admit it.”
He crossed his arms, standing tall in front of you as he cut his eyes down at your shorter stature.
“I despise you. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not worth the struggle.”
You scoff as you brush past him, plopping down on the couch as you laid down.
“I’ve become your best and favorite customer. You’ll have to deal with it.”
He smirked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch beside you, leaning down as he threw an arm over the back.
His nose almost brushed yours. You didn’t miss how his eyes flicked to your lips.
“Fuck you.”
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to giggle in giddiness as you raised your leg, propping it up so it grazed his side.
“Want to?”
Eren pulled back slightly, sighing as he swallowed thickly.
He pulled himself up to stand, walking to the kitchen and disappearing behind the cabinets.
He returned moments later, a small pink bag in hand, and tossed it to you.
“There you are. Your punch card is full so you get this one free. Don’t tell (siblings name).”
“Why? What punch card?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“You know, that thing stores give out. You buy so much and fill out the punch card so you get a discount? And also, I’m about to cash in a favor from (siblings name).”
You hummed in reply, sitting up and stuffing the bag into your purse.
You stood, ready to head to work. As you thanked Eren, you made your way to the door.
Once you reached for the doorknob, a hand reached out to stop you, slowly closing the door back.
“Also,” Eren’s deep voice said as he gazed down at you, “you were right.”
Your eyes flickered to the way he kicked his lips.
“About?”
He smirked, leaning his head against the wall behind him.
“You are my favorite little customer. My cutest one, too.”
You couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as you eyed him.
“Tell me, do you give all of your customers their own little “punch card”?”
Eren shook his head, eyebrows lifted as he smiled.
“Nope. Only the good girls.” He leaned forward a bit, stooping down to meet you eye to eye. “And so far, you’re my best girl.”
This tone had shifted into a whisper. His hooded eyes beamed into yours making your knees feel weak.
Why does Eren fucking Yeager have to be so damn attractive?
You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture.
“As I should be. Like it or not, I have you wrapped around my finger, Yeager.”
The man scoffed, head tilting back as he shook it in disagreement.
“You wished, sweetheart.”
You hummed in reply, knowing that if you just asked, he’d give you what you wanted. Anything you wanted.
“We’ll see. See you later, Yeager. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Mm, what a hard job that’ll be.”
**************
“I personally like the gel better than acrylics. They have more shine to the- are you even listening to me?”
You were indeed not listening to your friend.
You were currently staring at your bare bank account on your phone, wondering how you allowed it to get so low.
You heard your friend take a sharp intake of breath next to you, pulling you out of your quiet panic.
“Oh, girl. What happened?”
You shook your head quickly, eyes darting around to the listed prices on the nail salon wall.
“I-I don’t know. I did have an extra car payment this month, but I thought I surely had enough to cover it and nails.”
Your friends eyes knitted together in concern as she threw an arm over your shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover you this time. It’ll be payback for the coffee you bought us last week—”
“No, I could never let you do that….but I think I have an idea…”
Her eyebrow raised in question as she watched you pull up your texts, silently opening the conversation between you and your dealer.
“Eren? Your you-know-what guy?”
You nodded, nerves beginning to eat away at your idea.
“You really think he will fork up the money for nails?”
“Well, we’ve kind of become friends, so maybe? I’ve gave him a lot of my money, so he should feel a little responsible for how low my bank account is.”
Your friend chuckled, waving you on as your fingers typed out the message.
You: Hey baby
A few seconds passed before your phone vibrated.
Eren: what do you want. What’s with the name?
You: what? I’m not allowed to call you cute things back?
Eren: not saying that at all. Glad to know I’m rubbing off on you;)
You rolled your eyes at the smirk. He seems to be in a good mood, so you prepare yourself to ask.
You: of course! Btw I have a question to ask you:)
Eren: what’s up
You cracked your knuckles, ready to risk it all.
You: could you pay for my nails pretty please
After pressing send, your eyes widened. The room began to feel hot as you felt sick to your stomach. You were prepared to get blocked, and your message had been sitting on read for too long before it dinged again.
“Oh, Jesus H. Christ.”
Your friend turned to you from her phone, leaning forward to see your nervous expression.
“What?”
“He asked how much.”
Your friends eyes widened this time. A smile took over her face as she grabbed your phone, reading through the messages.
“Y/N!! You could get whatever you wanted. Now would be the time since he’s paying!”
You shook your head, dancing your fingers over the text bar as you thought of a reply.
“No…I can’t do that to him. I’ll just get the regular.”
You: it should take maybe $50? Plus tip. That’s for what I usually get.
Eren: all right. Send me your PayPal.
You sent him your PayPal and turned to your friend.
“He’s sending me $50! I can get my nails done!”
You both cheered quietly as you were called to a chair.
As the minutes passed, you both made your way to the front to pay. You pulled out your phone to check your PayPal to see if the transaction went through.
However, you weren’t expecting to find what you saw.
Eren hadn’t sent you the $50.
No.
He sent you $250 with a note attached.
“Treat yourself with the rest, sweetheart?!”
You jumped at your friends voice that came from behind you as she read out the message Eren sent with the money.
“Geez! You scared the shit out of me!”
“If you do not fuck this man, I will gladly do it for you. What the hell?? He is wrapped around your finger!”
You felt something bubble inside of you. You had just told him you had him wrapped around your finger. He denied it, yet he just sent you $250.
Your friend grabbed your phone, accepting the payment for you and handed you your phone back.
“Well, what should we do now? You have some more money to spend.”
“No! I’m sending the rest back after I tip. I’m not taking all of that. He sent way too much.”
“You literally spend hundreds on his stuff sometimes. What’s wrong with taking a little back?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you paid, turning to your friend in slight annoyance.
“He’s a good guy. He’s trying to make a living too. I can’t take that money from him.”
“Fineeeee. I understand. Anything else you see that you want today though, I’m buying it. No take backs.”
You smiled as you linked arms, walking out the salon door.
Once you reached your friends car, you pulled your phone out again, sending the rest of the money you didn’t use back to Eren.
Not even a minute passes by when you felt your phone vibrate with a notification.
You hit the notification, opening PayPal again as you read the message.
Payment Declined
You found the smile that pulled at the corner of your lips.
That damn Eren Yeager.
**************
Eren: I’m having a party. Come.
The text was short and to the point. No further explanation given. But, you didn’t need one. You were going.
So there you were, walking up the stairs to his apartment because the elevator was broken, in your docs praying that you make it to Eren’s floor before you break a sweat and pass out.
You rounded the corner of your last flight, coming to a stop as you saw the form standing against the railing.
“Well, hello there.”
You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking a “hello” in reply.
The man was large. Very large. Blonde hair and honey hazel eyes with scruff that accented his smirk.
“I’m Reiner. Nice to meet ya. I take it you’re here for Eren’s party?”
You nodded as you stepped up the flight of stairs, now coming face to chest with the man.
“Y/N. And yes I am.”
“Well, Y/N, how about I show you the way?”
You didn’t say you knew the way. You just followed along, not bothering to shake off his arm that wrapped around your waist.
He was cute, so why the hell not?
As you arrived to apartment 845, you could hear the sound of Lo Fi music streaming through chatter and laughing.
Turning the doorknob, you showed yourselves in, Reiner escorting you through the cloud of smoke that hung in the air.
“Hey, guys! I found us another friend.” Reiners booming voice made heads turn your direction, making everyone cheer as they welcomed you in.
“And who might you be?”
“Jean, don’t make a move on the new girl. Let her get comfortable before you try to sleep with her.”
The one you assumed was Jean protested. “Sasha, what the hell? I just wanted to ask her her name!”
“Mhm. Well, what is your name, hon?”
You smiled, reaching out to meet Sasha’s fist bump with your own.
“Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”
Everyone’s head turned along with yours. The voice came from Eren who sat in a hammock hung in the corner of the room. A joint hung between his lips as he took a puff, blowing smoke that clouded his hooded eyes that held anger as he eyed you.
“Ooooo Eren, is she your girlfriend?” A boy with short grey hair asked, wiggling his eyes at the two of you.
Eren snorted, taking the joint between two fingers as he pulled it out of his mouth so he could stand. He walked over to you, eyes glaring at Reiner as he took the joint, holding it to your lips. A hand came up to wrap around the back of your head, holding you in place as you took a drag.
“Nah,” he said, licking his lips as he pulled you away from Reiner’s arm around your waist, “she’s my best customer.”
The joint lit up cherry red as you took a drag, eyes never leaving Eren’s as the group of people cheered you on and chorused “ooo’s” and “ah’s”.
Eren smirked as he bent his neck down to look at you, watching the smoke seep through your lips. You blew the smoke out, feeling your chest flutter as he sucked the smoke in his mouth.
Reiner chuckled as he backed up. He made his way to the rug where the others sat in a group.
You pulled your gaze away from Eren, swallowing the lump in your throat. You felt your cheeks burning, head already feeling light from the deep drag.
“Okay, you two, either get a room or come join the party.”
You giggle as you go to sit by the girl named Sasha. Eren sat across from you beside the blonde boy. Introductions were quickly made as you greeted everyone.
An hour passes as everyone makes small talk and smokes, all wanting to get to know more about you.
“Okay! Enough talk. We should play a game.” Sasha said from beside you.
“A game?” Mikasa and Jean ask at the same time.
“Yeah! Like would you rather or truth or dare. I could be fun.”
You heard a few groans as the others protested.
“Well- I think it could be fun.”
All heads turned to you as you spoke, a few smiling.
“Well there you have it. If new girl wants to do it, we do it. Let’s play truth or dare.” Armin said. “Annie, start us off.”
“Fine. Reiner, truth or dare.”
The buff man straightened his posture, taking a big sigh as he answered “truth”.
“Did you plan on going home with Y/N when you first came in with her?”
“I-I,” the man stuttered as he side eyed you.
“C’mon. You have to answer truthfully. I’ll go get the tequila if you don’t.”
Reiner swallowed thickly at Annie’s threat. Everyone giggled, leaning forward in anticipation.
“Yes.”
Connie and Sasha threw themselves back cackling as they tipped over bowls of snack foods.
“I knew it! You had your arm around her and everything! Sorry about that hunk, Y/N. He’s goofy as hell.”
You chuckled at Connie’s comment, shuddering when you felt a cold stare from across the room. Turning your gaze, you met eyes with green ones. Eren was mad. It was written all over him. But, what about? He didn’t have a claim over you. You were his favorite customer, who cares about some little game of confessions?
Reiner cleared his throat, wiping the sweat off his face to clear his nerves so he could get the attention off of his embarrassment.
“Jean, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to give Mikasa a lap dance.”
“If you want to keep your fingers, you’ll chose a different dare.”
Everyone chuckled at Mikasa’s threat, but someone didn’t.
Your gaze shifted back to Eren. His eyes never left you. He was staring right at you as he took another drag from his joint. The cherry red. Light flickered as it threatened to go out.
You tried and failed to focus on the game, your attention fully on Eren now. The soft smile that tugged at his lips mirrored your own as the chatter faded.
“Eren, truth or dare.”
You both turned your heads to Connie who sat rocking with anticipation.
“Dare. I’m not a pussy.”
“Connie’s dares are always the craziest.” You nodded as Sasha whispered this to you. You felt a spark of excitement in you as well.
“I dare you….” Connie looked around the room, eyes wandering as they slowly met yours, a smirk forming on his lips as he did.
“I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N.”
“Fine.”
Eren didn’t even give you a moment to protest. You’re not even sure you fully registered the situation before he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you up, half dragging you to the closet down the hall. Before you know it, you’re falling into winter jackets, blankets and a broom inside the closet as Eren closes the door behind you both. The sound of a click was heard from outside as someone locked the door, walking away to give you both privacy.
“Well….this is nice.”
Eren sighed as he leaned against the wall across from you. His eyes bore into you once again, eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.
“Nice outfit. Your mom dress you?”
“No. Yours did.”
He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
You furrowed your brows at him this time, folding your arms across your chest as you sized him up.
“If I’m so insufferable, why’d you invite me to YOUR party and agree to do this stupid dare with me?”
He but the inside of his cheek, raising a hand to card his fingers through his hair as he took a step closer to you.
“Because as insufferable and annoying as you are, I enjoy having you around. And I guess you’re alright.”
You’re not sure if it’s the fog in your brain or the closeness between you both, but you started to drift closer to him. The both of you taking small steps forward to close the gap between you two.
“I’m alright?”
“Yeah. And I’m this light, you’re kinda cute.”
“…..it’s almost pitch black darkness in here….”
“I said what I said.”
You groaned as you twisted away from him.
“You know, you can almost be so sweet sometimes. Then you’re just a big jerk—”
Your sentence was cut off as his lips met yours, a heated kiss burning on your lips.
Eren hummed as he slowly slid a hand up your arm, brushing your hair behind your ear as it cupped the back of your head. The other arm wrapped around your waist, gripping to your top tightly as he pulled you flush against his chest.
You moaned quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, green eyes meeting yours for a moment before he planted another chaste kiss to your lips, then proceeding to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.
“Shhhh. Not that I care, but we do have some guests outside.” Eren said as he bit your collarbone, placing a light kiss on the exposed skin.
“Fuck it. Let them hear.”
A smirk tugged at his lips as he knelt down on the floor before you.
“Gladly.”
Before the word was even out of his mouth, he was lifting up your skirt, putting his head underneath as his fingers pinched at the plush skin of your thighs.
You yelped, throwing a hand over your mouth as you felt his warm tongue lick a stripe up your underwear, his nimble fingers pulling at them to push the fabric aside. He sucked the material right wear your clit was, making you lift your hips to meet his face. A dark chuckle rattled in his throat, sending vibrations through you.
Once he pushed the fabric out of the way, you gasped as he licked a long stripe once again on your bare cunt.
“Oh fuck, Eren!” You whispered as he groaned, toying his tongue across your clit.
His mouth was relentless as it licked and sucked every part between your legs. You welcomed the bruising grip he had on your thighs and hips as you neared your release.
His mouth popped as he pulled it off of you for a moment, bringing two of his fingers into his mouth to wet them. He prodded at your entrance, admiring the slick shine and puckering hole as you welcomed his fingers.
He smiled at the noises he pulled from you, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that only he could pull from you.
“Good girl.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your sensitive clit. You jumped slightly at the contact, bringing a hand down to grip his hair, slightly tugging it as you grinder your hips to meet his face and pace.
“So close. I’m so close, ‘Ren.”
He kept his pace as he licked your slit, devouring as much of your juices as he could.
As you came, a hand came up to your mouth as you bit into your palm to silence your moans. Your thighs tightened around his head and hand as they shook, spasming through the shocks of pleasure coursing through your nerves.
“Atta girl. Good fucking girl.” Eren’s praise had you throwing your head back, no longer worried about concealing your moans as they escaped your lips.
Eren pulled his head up, taking in your worn out form as he chuckled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.
“That was….wow.” You managed to say through pants as you tried to catch your breath.
“mm. I know. You taste good.”
You smacked his arm, sitting up as he pulled at your hand.
Just as you went to speak again, the door to the closet was thrown open. Eren moved in front of you, shielding you from prying eyes from the group stood outside the door.
“Well, your seven minutes have been up for a while. You guys done? Or should I reset the timer?” Jean asked in annoyance.
Eren rolled his eyes, pulling you to your feet as he pushed the others back towards the apartment entrance.
“Actually, how about you all go home. I’m going to need a bit more than seven minutes for this and I’m sure you guys don’t want to stick around for it.”
The group groaned as they picked their things up on their way out the door, some poking fun at the two of you and others shouting at you to “get some” already.
Once the door was locked, Eren was pulling you once again, down the hall further than you’ve ever been in his apartment. You came to his bedroom, illuminated by a lamp with blue lights.
You didn’t have much time to look around before he had you sprawled out on cotton sheets.
His face hovered above yours, noses brushing each other’s.
“You’re okay with this?”
“Please shut up and keep going, ‘Ren.”
Before you knew it, clothes were being thrown across the room and in the floor. Eren was licking and biting every surface of skin revealed as stripped you.
Once he stripped his underwear, his cock sprang free, leaking tip almost a cherry red as it bounced in anticipation.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
The head of his cock pushed at your entrance, stretching your hole as he moaned at the warmth.
Once he had slid all the way in, you felt your walls flutter, pulling a deep groan from Eren’s throat. He rested his head on your chest, delivering kisses and small bites to your breasts as he pinched at your hips again.
His hand ghosted over your thigh, bending your leg as he wrapped his arm around your thigh and calf to press it up for better access.
You bucked your hips, begging for him to start moving. He sat out with a slow pace, slowly dragging the length of his thick cock out and in, drawing moans from you as your nails dug into his shoulders.
“Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner.”
You chuckled as his hips became frantic, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.
“I’m insufferable, remember?” It was his turn to chuckle as he planted a kiss on your lips, hips bucking into yours as he moaned into your mouth.
Both of your highs had worn off, cloudy minds now clear as you reveled in the pleasure that coursed through your bodies.
Ain’t no way y’all are forgetting this moment.
Your highs approached quickly. Your body began to burn with need as you wrapped your legs around Eren’s hips, clinging on to his body as he kept his pace. He buried his face into your neck, planting sloppy kisses and silencing his delicious sounds.
Your walls tightened around him as you came, freezing his thrusts. He groaned at the increase in pressure on his dick, his own body shuttering as he pulled out, painting the outside of your pussy and the inside of your thighs with his load.
He crashed on top of you, head buried in your chest as you both melted into each other. Heavy breathing filled the room, replacing the sound of skin to skin slapping.
Once you had both calmed down, your hand came up to brush at his hair. You pulled it out of his face and drug your nails through it, pulling a soft mewl from him as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.
“That feels good. Like a drug. You’re like my own personal drug.”
You smiled at his sleepy words, heart fluttering at his gentle tone and how soft he looked. You had never seen him look so innocent.
“Let’s keep this cherried then. I kind of like this.”
The Nanny [pt.15]
Aizawa x Reader
Masterlist
Warning: 18+ish?
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“You jealous?” 
Your eyes rolled as you rubbed the spot on your arm that Hizashi nudged with his bony elbow. Your eyes followed his gaze to where Recovery Girl stood, placing wet, long kisses to your fiancé.
You subconsciously rubbed the ring on your finger, giggling at Hizashi’s eyebrow wiggles as he teased you.
“Very jealous. You think I should be worried?”
“Totally. You better marry him before she can steal him away.”
The smile on your face grew soft as your cheeks became warm with a blush.
Was this all happening fast?
Yes.
Did you care?
Not at all.
“Honey, he’s asking for you,” Recovery Girl said just above a whisper as the hero’s and medical staff began to file out of the house. “You should go to him. He’s been talking about you ever since we got here.”
With a pat to your hand and an encouraging smile, you slips from her kind gaze and walked over to the now clean chair where Shouta sat. His eyes were hooded in exhaustion, small bandaids littering his beaten face.
You kneeled down at his side again, pushing strands of dark hair out of his face. That same hand cradled his face, allowing him to relax into your touch, lifting his own hand to bring your fingers to his lips as he kissed your palm. Turning your hand over again, he placed a kiss to the ring that now claimed your finger.
“Mmm this looks good on you.”
You smiled, scooting closer to his side as you leaned into his lap.
“Oh yeah? I gotta say, I think you look good as well.” You took in his handsome appearance. Even with the bandages and scars, his long, messy hair and shirtless chest made your cheeks burn. His breath had steadied and the slight rise and fall of his chest made your smile tug at the left corner of your mouth. His tired eyes where heavy and the golden light of the setting sun flickered in them.
“I thought the worst…you know? I thought you could have been dead out there somewhere.”
“I didn’t die though. I made it here. I made it here to see you.”
“But you could have bled out! I could have lost you. You almost didn’t make it home!”
He silenced your cries with a sigh. Both his hands cradled your face now, making your teary eyes meet his as he looked down at you.
“I’ll always come back home to you.”
His thumbs wiped away your tears as he pulled you closer, lifting your face a bit more to capture your lips in his own. A slight salty taste from the tears danced across your tongues. His strong arms pulled you up, bringing you to gently sit on his lap in the chair. Once seated, you broke the kiss to lay your head on his shoulder as his soothing fingers lazy drug across your back.
The moment was sweet. It felt like home in his arms. And in that moment, you knew that the Aizawa house was exactly where you needed to be.
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“…..what?”
Hitoshi stood before the two of you, backpack dropped to the ground at his feet as Eri jumped up in down in glee around her brother.
“I was stabbed.”
“Yeah, yeah I got that. What was that second thing??”
“Daddy and Y/N are getting married!!”
Eri’s excitement got the best of her as she threw herself into yours and Shouta’s arms. You welcomed the girls embrace as you snuggled into her.
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“You’re going to be my mommy, Y/N! We get to do mommy daughter things!” Eri exclaimed, pulling back to give you her winning smile.
“Well, we had picked out a ring together. I thought you knew this was coming.”
“Not so soon?!”
“Well, it’s soon. And I’m fine by the way. Thanks for asking.”
Shinsou brought a hand to his headed in lock agony, sighing in distraught at the news.
“Congratulations. Truly. I’m so happy for you both. I wish you the best. Just please keep the S-E-X on the down-low for as long as superhumanly possible. Which should be forever. Please.”
“What’s sex?”
The room went silent as all eyes turned to Eri in shock.
“W-what?” You asked the little girl who was still perched in your lap.
“S-E-X. That spells sex. What’s that?”
Shouta chuckled as he reached over to ruffle the girls hair. “Nothing you need to worry about for a very very long time. Like ever.”
“Okay. But, does you marrying Y/N mean she gets to be our nanny forever?”
You smiled, reaching forward to smooth the girls hair back in place.
“You can definitely say that! I wouldn’t want to do anything else anyway.”
Bedtime came quickly, and you now sat beside Eri tucking her in.
“Okay missy, what will it be? Story time or lullabies?” You asked as you wiggles The Rainbow Fish and a CD in your hands.
“Can we just talk tonight instead?”
You placed the items down with a nod, scooting your chair over so you could prop you arms on the bed beside her.
“Sure thing! What do you want to talk about, love?”
The little girl pondered a moment before cupping a hand around her mouth to whisper to you.
“Do you and Daddy kiss?”
Your eyes widened slightly as you pulled back to look at her.
“Now why in the world do you ask that?”
She sucked her lips between her teeth, eyes growing wide as she looked to the side. Her fingers fiddled with the bed sheets as she paused.
“You are getting married, so you love each other, right?”
“Yes. We do.”
“People who love each other, kiss each other.”
You threw your hands up in dramatics.
“You’ve caught me! Yes, I do kiss him sometimes. When he’s not yucky that is. I don’t want cooties.”
Eri laughed as she rolled on her side, propping her head up to look at you.
“Daddy doesn’t have cooties!” She said between giggles. “He said only boys my age have them.”
“Hm, he may be right about that.”
The room went silent for a moment as Eri thought up her next question.
“Are you and Daddy going to have a baby?”
You nearly chocked on your own tongue as you sputtered out nonsense syllables as you failed to form a sentence.
“Not right now! We haven’t really talked about it.”
Kids say the craziest things…
“When you do, can I have a baby sister? A baby brother would be nice too, though.”
You giggled as you pulled the covers up, urging the little girl to lay down as she yawned into the palm of her hand.
“When we are ready for a baby, I’ll make sure you’re the first to know then. You would make an amazing big sister.”
“I know.” She said softly as her eyes fluttered shut.
You stood once you were sure she was asleep and quietly backed out of the room, closing the door behind you.
As you turned, you jumped slightly when you saw the figure standing behind you.
“Toshi! You scared me to death, dude. You’re good at sneaking.”
He smiled softly as he reached a hand up to scratch at his purple mess of hair.
“Sorry, mommy dearest. Just wanted to say goodnight.”
“Already calling me mommy, hm?”
“I-it’s supposed to be funny.”
“Oh it’s hilarious, son.”
He shuttered as he walked up to you, bopping you on the top of the head with his fist gently.
“Gross. No more role play for us. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, you turd.”
Shinsou disappeared behind his door, leaving you to return to the living room, only yo find Shouta sitting at the kitchen bar seats with two glasses of wine.
“Was your day so bad that you need two glasses of wine? You’d think you had been stabbed or something.”
The look he gave you was one of amused annoyance. His eyes cut at you, but the jerk of his head called you over to sit beside him.
As you turned in your stool to face him, you raised the glass up.
“To what are we drinking to then?”
He raised his as well, reaching a hand out to rest in your knee.
“We are drinking to our engagement, of course, because I am engaged to the most kind, caring, intelligent, badass, beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.”
Your cheeks hurt from both the burning blush and ever growing smile that over took your face at his sweet toast. You clinked your class to his, bringing it to your lips.
“I’ll drink to that.”
You both swallowed the wine, emptying your glasses in one go as Shouta refilled your glasses again.
“So, did Eri go down okay?”
You took a sip, nodding over the rim of your glass.
“She did. She told she just wanted to talk instead of read a story this time.”
“Oh? And what was on her very interesting mind tonight?”
You smirked as you recalled the moment before.
“Well, she was asking about you and me. She was curious about our relationship.”
“Oh really?”
“Mhm. She asked if we kissed and if we loved each other….and she asked when we were going to give her a little sister or brother.” You mumbled out, the slight buzz of the wine making your body tingle.
Shouta lifted an eyebrow, side eyeing you as he took another sip. He swirled his drink before placing it down, squeezing your knee gently in his hand.
“Is that so? And what did you tell her?”
“Oh, you know. Just that I’d tell her when we are ready to do that.”
Shouta nodded, a soft smile lifting his lips as he leaned forward, face nearing yours.
“Maybe we should get started on that then.”
Both hands now rested on your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his fingers.
You leaned forward, grazing his lips with yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck to toy with the hair at the nape.
“Your room or mine?”
“Does it matter?”
His lips crashed onto yours as he lifted you up, fingers leaving bruised indentions on your skin as he carried you down the hall, quietly shutting the door to his room behind you both.
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Ahhhhhh yes part 15 is here!! Sorry it took so long! I also believe I’m going to end this serious here because it is a good stopping point (unless y’all want the sexy time bc maybe I’ll do that for one last hoorah to the series). But thank you all for reading! I appreciate it so much.
Also if I decide to do little spin-off story shorts (like deleted scenes of a movie?) would you like to read that? They’d just be short little stories from this series but idk seems fun.
Also Ily all. I send everyone hugs and a big ol fat kiss bc y’all are great. Mwah.
Hii! Some other people and I were wondering if you decided to finish your series ‘The nanny’? We were just wondering because we liked it a lot and we weren’t sure if you decided not to continue. I hope your college is going well! (Sorry for bad English lol)
Hey love! Your English is perfect so don’t worry about that! And I am definitely going to finish the series. I’m getting over writers block right now and I’m working on part 15 right now! I’m so sorry you guys have waited so long! Thank you so much for you’re support. That makes me feel so giddy and happy that you guys like it so much!💕💕💕
