*breaks Down The Door*

Asmo Smut Drabble

Thinking About…

…Thinking about the way Asmo just loves to worship and be worshiped, especially in the bedroom. But when he finds you staring at yourself in the mirror with something akin to disappointment he couldn’t help but fuck you in front of that very same mirror and every mirror he could find in his room forcing you to watch as he made a mess of you. Even as your mind went numb from the avatar of lust playing you like a well tuned instrument until you made a mess of his sheets he wouldn’t stop until you were overstimulated and still crying out for more.

Hey hope you're well can you write midnight waking up in the hospital and learning that her s/o saved her from being killed by the villains like in the show

The hazy white lights bleared down as the pro-heroes eyes opened sluggishly, she couldn’t remember much besides a short fight she had endured before her vision faded to black. 

“So you’re finally awake” she heard a voice as she glanced to the side, trying to take in her surroundings.

Attempting to sit up, she winced as a sharp pain passed through her body “sit down” she heard another voice.

Looking towards the second voice she spotted a mop of dark hair she recognized as Aizawa, who glared at her slightly “what…what happened?” she grunted her voise hoarse as he passes her a glass of water.

“You were found unconscious by a few of the students” he grunted as she sipped on the water “and it’s a good thing they found you, any longer and you would’ve been dead” the doctor spoke seriously looking over her charts.

While Nemuri couldn’t remember much, she remembered another person showing up to aid her. 

“Where’s y/n?” she asked glancing around slowly, finding that the only other person besides the two beside her was a sleeping Hizashi.

A look of grief passed over the mans usually stoic face “Their in the room next door” confusion passed though her “what do you mean?” she questioned as the doctor released a breath “h/n was brought in shortly after we begun your operation” she wanted to question further but it was clear the doctor was done answering questions regarding her s/o for the time being.

“You shoudn’t be moving around too much at the moment, you suffered damage to the ribs that resulted in a punctured lung” the doctor explained motioning to her tightly wrapped chest as she finally noticed the bandaging that enveloped most of her torso.

“Code Blue, we have a code blue in room 4, I repeat code blue” a voice rang over a speaker as Aizawa went tense next to her watching the doctor rush out of the room “Shota” Midnight spoke lightly shaking her friend as his gaze snapped back to her “What room is y/n in?” she asked her voice shaking as he nudged Mic who quickly snapped awake “AYY Nemuri! You’re up!” he cheered before taking in the rooms tense atmosphere.

“Hizashi,go find a nurse” Aizawa grunted as the blonde nodded throwing a tight smile her way.

Now it was just her and and Shota, as he silently contemplated what to say “Nemrui…there’s no easy way to say this..” he muttered seriously as she felt her chest clench painfully knowing what he was about to say “That was y/n wasn’t it? In room 4?” she asked sadly as he nodded. She fell back on her bed, not even bothering to watch out for her injuries as she stared at the ceiling what to say as she ran different scenarios through her head, ones where y/n was still alive, ones where she knew that she wouldn’t go home to an empty apartment every day. 

“Where they the one?...the person I saw before I went down?” she asked, her eyes watering as again, her friend nodded.

‘They saved me, not just in death but in life as well’ the thought passed through her head before she burst into tears, her body violently shaking with grief as she fought to keep herself in one piece.

It would be interesting to see an AU where aizawa finally teetered over the edge of insanity due to trauma, with present mic there of course in some way to attempt to help.

Hopefully this doesn’t seem too far, intrigued by how this plot may go.

I wasn't sure what direction I wanted to take this and so after much research this is what I came up with. I'm not completely satisfied with it but may continue it in another part eventually.

“Aizawa maybe you should get some help-” 

“No” This wasn’t the first time he and Mic have had this conversation despite not having really spoken in a couple months now. In fact, Aizawa hadn’t even come out of his house in the last two months, always muttering about something coming to get him much to his friends and coworkers' confusion. Of course this was strange even for the raven haired man as he was usually on top of his work. But from the smell of him, he hadn’t been on top of anything in his life recently. His house was dark and unusually messy for the usually neat and logical hero. “I’m serious Shouta this can’t be healthy” the usually loud and upbeat hero said seriously as his coworker looked around wildly as though seeing something that nobody else could. “They’re watching me, they’re always watching me” the dark haired man muttered walking away from his friend who stood there in the living room silently as Aizawa once again, shut himself in his room. What or who was watching him? What was he talking about? And how could they help him? All these things Mic wondered as he made his way out the front door, distraught from not being able to truly help his friend as he teetered on the edge of complete and utter insanity.

👑This man, like many, is very touch-starved

👑He doesn't like PDA, at all

👑But, behind doors he's very affectionate

👑Ya'll buy so much milk, it's crazy

👑But sometimes he even shares the milk, but not often

👑Like don't get him wrong, he loves you

👑But the milk is sacred

👑Ya'll have a cat together though

👑His name is Prince

👑Cuddling is just part of the routine, ya'll will fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed and wake up with little to no space between you

👑He once kicked you off the couch while cuddling, you needed stitches to cause the corner of the coffee table had cut you up

Update!

I'm not sure if anybody still uses Wattpad but if you're interested in:

Mafia romances, Why Choose stories, and second chance romances

I've started a second blog to promote and post sneak peeks of my books so if you're interested please check it out @foxy-writes I already have one book completed and it's sequel underway.

This little shit loves to flirt with ya just to get you flustered even before y'all start dating

Lowkey Rivals to Lovers <3

He tried to cook for you as a confession

But it came out more like a death threat the way that food looked explosive

Mans been around so long he’s basically google

He’s kinda salty about how quickly you got pacts with the seven brothers

About as salty as his food actually

Sometimes he feels really bad about not remembering as far into his past as he wants to

He has a bit of a God complex as his internal monologue

NSFW

He has a knife kink <33

Would fuck you over a cauldron for shits n giggles

Makes a lot of aphrodisiacs as a side hobby

Has fantasies of domestic kitchen sex

Loves to leave hickeys anywhere and everywhere

Used to be fwb with Asmo (Lucky bastard-)

Food Play and Roleplay Kinks

Avid Erotica Reader.