Continued one shots. Bnha x reader/mha x reader

Yandere Aizawa pt2✅

There was a lot more people asking for this but at the time this was the only one I had a picture, also sorry if this isn't to your liking I don't really write aizawa stuff. Sorry!

⚠️ Worry! ⚠️ multiplying

Being in this room, ummm I mean house. Not being able to go out, unless he was with me. "Y/n" he spoke. You just sat there looking outside the room. The beautiful landscape was stunning. "Y/n" he spoke more stern. "What do you want?" you spoke. "I wish to speak something with you, you know like the good old days." He spoke you still not looking at him. "When we were kids or when we got older?" You asked getting a little mad. "Like when we were as kids." He spoke. "Well I don't want to, we're too old for that now." You sighed looking outside father.

He grabbed your wrist, making you at him now. He was pissed. "All I wanted is to spend time with you but you are being a brat." He spat. "Maybe if you didn't keep me in here all the time, I wouldn't be so rude." You now finally looked at him, fulling. He was wear black pants and a white skirt. his face looked to be angry, of course he was. The way you were acting made him that way.

What cut you off guard though, he smiled and walked over to the wall of games. He picked one out, one he was good at. Chess, the box was breathtaking showing what the chess set looked like. He walked over to the table that he usually sat at but you never really did. He took it out and set everything up. The broad sparkled in the lighting of both the lights and the sun. All of it made of fine crystal. The white was placed facing you and black facing him.

"Why don't we play a game." He paused waiting for you to say something. "What kind of game, one I don't know what happens if I win or lose, one I get nothing and you get everything it doesn't matter, or one where we both win." You asked, angry was filled within those words. You had played too many games with him and he always had some trick up his sleeve.

"If you win you get to go home, see your mother and father. See what they have been doing without you, maybe they still care maybe they don't. If I win though you stay here never to argue on what I say or do. You can never leave unless you leave with me." He played with the black king, it moving from left to right. He knew what he was playing, and you knew what he was offering. Life or Death.

"If I play will you keep your word?" You asked him as you got off the window and walked over to the table. Staining right in front of the chair. "I cross my heart." He spoke, sitting down at the table. You finally sat. "You go first." He spoke, something was behind those words, and you didn't know it.

What was on your mind though was your parents, did they still care about you? They sold you to this family, what you first thought was some play date that would last a day or two, ended up being for years. Would still care about you right? You were their only kid after all. "Are you worried that your parents still love you?" He asked as he played. A stupid one at that. Wait could he hear your thoughts no he couldn't at all. "You know they have a son now." Those word shock you to the core. "When your cousin asked about you, all your parents said were 'our daughter? Oh she sadly past six years ago.' How sad is that?" She finished. You froze.

"Are you alright? You look like you just saw a ghost." He spoke. Your hand was frozen, going to move your queen and finally take his king. Why? Why did they do this to you? Why are they lying about you being dead?! You would know you're right here. "Are you going to play?" He asked. "I- I, I can't decide." You spoke so quietly.

"Is it yours to chose. Pick which one you will like." He was now playing with two peons he had 'killed'. You moved the piece that was in front of the king and, he smile. You had forfeited.

He had loved that. You not knowing if your parents still loved you are not. It was bad, but that means he could have you all to himself, and no one could lay their sinful eyes on you.
When the others looked at you when he went to his father business. The looks they gave you, the hungry look in their eyes, like a wolf to a rabbit. He would make sure they never thought of those things about you.

"Check." he spoke. This time though he frowned, you looked so sad, and he hated it to his heart; it hurts him when you were sad or angry.

He got up and walked over to you, rubbing circles on your back and you finally let the ears run down your cheeks. He picked you up and carried you to your bed, sitting down and putting you onto of him.

Rubbing up and down on your back as you still cried. Your head was on his shoulder, his once white shirt was now full of (makeup/just tears). He then started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Saying words that brought you happiness.

Your tears soon stopped and all you did was cuddle him. He was still rubbing up and down your back as he asked you something. "Would you like to go outside and see the garden?" stopping rubbing your back and making you look at him.

"Y-yea p-please." you huffed out as tears dried. He got up you still in his arms and opened the door and walked through the hallway. Finally getting to the garden door. Walking more into the garden and placing you down on the grass, and sat down next to you.

What got him so happy was the fact you lied down and seat your head on his lap, he patted your head.

He finally had you, you would never leave him again, you would stay with him forever...