my hero academia fanfic about my oc and tokoyami

We used to be friends, or at least... we used to know each other. There was a lot of people I used to know, a lot of people who used to know me. That was a long time ago, and I don't even know who I am anymore. I've been dead a long time. I'm not sure if I even know how to live anymore.... {Spoilers for the Manga and Anime, AizawaXOC} {Trigger Warning: This story deals heavily with mental health issues; depression, abuse, trauma, grief, self-harm/thoughts, and harmful behaviors. It also deals with brutality and violence, with gore and blood and other such things. Also death. Read responsibly}

~Werewolf•Week🌕Wattpad•2020(🍋 Omegaverse)(alpha Werewolf Aizawa•insert omega female). (Y/n) decides to ride her horse in the mountains one more time on a sunny fall weekend. Twelve miles in and the sensation of eyes are watching you, your Omega mind decides enough is enough. As you ride back out of the high country, Dante, your black gelding gets more and more nervous. He final bolts down a hill and the rest of your Omega day goes down hill fast including a run in with retired pro hero Eraserhead. Shouta Aizawa is an Alpha on steroids as he is also a Werewolf that has been wanting to claim you for 18 months now. You may have started a forced heat from a rutting Alpha nearby but an Alpha Werewolf seems way out of your league, heat or not. Fear trumps Everything! You just want get out of the mountains alive by the end of the day minus a Werewolf. But can one really escape a Werewolf about to go into a rut, by the name of Shouta Aizawa, retired hero? Probably not... 🔞Violence/Gore (werewolves) 🍋 Omegaverse Style Sexual Content 🚫Foul Language Start & Finish: 10/28/2020 ©Alpine Alpha (10/28/2020) Owner of story: Michi Tala Art commissioned: 🎨AmikArtest •Do not own rights to mha •Do not own rights to any art work ♨️Debut ranks (in 72 hours) #👤326 insert reader (5.11k) #👥521 female reader (5.92k) #♎777 omegaverse (10.6k) #🎴 49 Shouta (649 stories) #🎴159 Shota (1.7k) #🎴810 Aizawa (8.24k) #💤260 Eraserhead (2.51k)

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]