Aizawa Oneshots and More

Bitten (NSFW)

(gets dragged onto the stage and into the spotlight)

(picks up the microphone nervously)

uh. hi. so, I'm not dead. 

(little rant, skip to bold if not interested)

My last update was in late July, and now it is late October. I haven't made a single post, not even to my message board or to my J.AI account. I am very sorry (again) for my disappearance. A LOT has been going on. I went to court against my mother, my 21st birthday happened, I lost my home and have been hospitalized a few times for my health. BUT! I am back, at least for a little while again. I am safe, I am staying at my sister's house for an undetermined amount of time. 

I will try to push out some more updates in the foreseeable future since I got that writing spark in me once more and things have calmed down. (sigh) Anyways, I have collected a few requests in my time away, so here's what I'll be working on.  I don't have these in order; they're just scribbled on my notepad. 

Upcoming chapters and bots:

- Jealous! Aizawa x Reader (SFW CH): Teacher's dinner setting. 

- Aizawa x Reader (SFW CH): Hanahaki disease setting.

- Aizawa x Fem! Reader (NSFW CH) fake Professor/College student AU. (I lost the original comment so I HOPE I am remembering this right)

- Aizawa x Fem! Reader (NSFW CH) Hidden feelings and practice of intimacy for someone else.

- Aizawa x Popstar! Reader (limitless bot)

- Gojo x Popstar! Reader (limitless bot)

- Kinktober scenarios for my main three (I KNOW IM LATE HUSH)

All my other upcoming chapters are for Gojo. 

ANYWAYS

This is a request by AppleJuice7877! This took fucking FOREVER to get out because of the issues described above but I am happy to finally get this out to you. 

WARNING: THERE MAY BE SOME INCONSISTENCIES WITH THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE I TOOK LONG BREAKS WRITING IT. PLEASE IGNORE.

Aizawa x F! Reader w/ a cannibal quirk. No actual cannibalism, (means there are no depictions of eating flesh), just lots of biting and some blood :P Eat well my loves

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The hum of the heater is the only sound in Aizawa's apartment, the low mechanical drone filling the space between breaths. Outside, the winter wind wisps against the windows, but inside, everything feels heavy with warmth and comfort.

You're curled into him like you belonged there – no, like you're meant to be there. Legs tangled in his under the weighted blanket, your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his black shirt, your fingers tracing idle circles along his ribs.

He smells like cedar soap and something darker, sleepier. The scent makes your stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with hunger.

Well... not that kind of hunger.

His hand, rough and warm, slowly slides up and down your spine in a lazy rhythm, comforting you. You can feel the way he's winding down, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath your ear, slow and constant. Unbothered and unafraid.

That always makes your chest ache a little – how unafraid he is of you.

Even when he knew. Knew what your quirk was. Knew what it made you crave.