#Aizawa sh

[rotttendecay]

he's so gender

[inumaki-i]

Work Nights || Shōta Aizawa x Reader

warnings: smut.

You had just finished making coffee for your husband, Shota Aizawa, who was perpetually immersed in his work. Carefully placing the cup on his desktop table, you leaned in to kiss the top of his head. "Thank you, love," he murmured in his deep, sleepy voice. You nodded, feeling a mix of affection and slight frustration. Stretching as you moved towards the bed, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his constant late nights. "Can't you come to bed?" you asked, hoping for a break in his routine. He glanced up at you with those tired eyes and shook his head. "If I finish today, I'll be done for a while," he explained.

With a groan, you got back up and decided to take a more direct approach. Sitting down in his lap, you could see the surprise and amusement in his eyes. "Y/N..." he began, but you silenced him with a playful smile. "Shota..." you replied, leaning in to kiss him. Resting your head on his shoulder, you felt the tension in his body, but also the warmth of his embrace. Gently, you started to kiss his neck, feeling the familiar rush of excitement. "Y/N," he groaned again, his resistance weakening. Your hands slipped under his shirt, exploring the familiar terrain of his skin. The kiss deepened, tongues intertwining, and you felt the growing bulge beneath you, sending a thrill through your body.

Unable to resist any longer, Shota picked you up and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his kisses trailing down your body until they reached your inner thigh. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he finally removed your underwear. The first flick of his tongue made you flinch and moan, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers through you. He lavished attention on your wet pussy, each flick of his tongue driving you wild. When he lifted his head and began rubbing your slit with two fingers, you gasped. As he thrust them inside you, he continued to lick and suck your clit, his free hand reaching up to roll your nipple around.

Your body responded instinctively, shivering and arching beneath his touch. One hand tangled in his already messy black hair as you struggled to keep your composure. "S-shota..." you yelped, grinding against his mouth and fingers. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "So pretty, princess," he groaned, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. Your legs shook as you reached your climax, faint moans escaping your lips. Shota pulled away, his face glistening, and wiped his mouth before leaning in to kiss you deeply.

"I guess I'll take a break," he said with a satisfied smile. The intensity of the moment left you both breathless and connected. As you lay in his arms, the worries and stresses of his work seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of your love and the intimacy you shared. The night stretched on, but for now, you had each other, and that was enough.

[star1ight0]

Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada x PLATONIC KID!!

I crave comfort so here

Tw : Ed /sh

Not many people were aware of your relationship with your homeroom teacher and English teacher known as Mr. Aizawa and his loud husband Mic but they were your dad's. In the beginning of the year they both made it clear no special treatment would be given and you appreciated it a lot.

This also came with its ups and downs trying to fight the urge to hug you dad in front of class after villain attacks ect, as much as they'd both fight it they also struggled to accessively check on you when you all moved to dorms.

Having grown up always close to him after they adopted you from a abusive home. had its drags on you all You weren't entirely sure when this overwhelming feeling of despair started but it felt so shitty, you had no reason to feel this way you had a good life. Loving dads, a nice school and a few friends you hold dear to you. It was so long ago why was this still bothering you.

You remembered a conversation you had with your dad, Mic recalling how Aizawa was struggling with mental health and how it wasn't an effect of things around him but rather his brain chemistry. You looked at your phone debating on calling your family group chat to ask them for help but managed to talk yourself out of it resorting to crying on your closet floor.

After a few minutes of crying you managed to pull yourself together grabbing some clothes and deciding this was all in your head and you had no reason to feel so shitty. Heading out your room you feel a tap on your shoulder "it's past curfew kid" you turn around to see you father Hizashi looking around you you look back at him eyes still puffy "Sorry dad, just needed a shower" you say attempting to walk away when you feel a hand in you wrist "were you crying little listener?" You flinch at the childhood nickname your dad had given you "No, sorry just tired" you say pulling away "either your high or you were crying which one is it kid" He says pointing to your eyes "its nothing dad please just let me shower"

You pull away walking away leaving your dad in the hall alone. You took a long shower, trying to scrub off the memories of your past home. You get out the shower and go back to your dorm laying down on the floor ignoring the fact your bed was no more than 3 feet away. You look at your phone to see Aizawa texted you

You okay kiddo?

Yeah sorry for worrying y'all just a bad day

Are you sure

Yeah

If you say so, me and Hizashi are here if you need us. Now go to bed it's late

The conversation was short and to the point but you still felt the need to want to call him and tell him these awful feelings you were having.

A few days passed when you got an email from an all too familiar name, it was your biological mom. The very same woman who had given you physical and mental problems along with nonstop nightmares for 2 years. You had changed everything phone number, social media accounts anything that she could you to find you. Yet her name is in your inbox with a paragraph calling you names and threatening you. Everything felt so out of control like nothing you did to get away from her was enough. But she knew now, she knew what school you went to. 1-A had been on TV after all, you should have known it was only a matter of time. You looked at your phone blankly feeling your body shake and tears fall from your face. You reached for your pocket knife making a cut on your thigh it felt good like you finally had control over how you felt like you had control over something when everything around you was so chaotic. This was bad you knew that but it felt too good to want to care.

Overtime the threatening emails from your mother piled up only feeding the fear she'd find you and harm you, in turn causing more scars to be formed on your legs. You dads had quickly talked notice to you change in dimanar and talked it over amongst themselves and tried to reach out to you but it was all brushed off as a bad week or a bad day.

This began to escalate more than your lack of interest in food came about you seemed so tired too tired to even eat. This is where they drew the line. No kid of theirs would be passing out in training. They just couldn't figure out how to talk to you about this without you shutting down and shutting them out.

Monday morning training came about and you felt exhausted like your whole body was about to give out. This was only further proven when you passed out before training with Todoroki without him even activating either of his quirks. Both Hizashi and Aizawa rushed to your side as another student ran to get recovery girl. You woke up in the nurses office with both your dad's next to you looking worried out their minds.

"Recovery girl said you'd be fine.. as long as you ate and drank probably." There was a silence filled with worry and a bit of anger

"I'm sorry dad-" you were cut off by Hizashi hugging you, "please don't scare me like that kid" he said holding you as if you were gonna disappear. "Talk to us if you need to kiddo. You know we'll listen. "

You hugged him back going back to your dorm early as you were excused from all classes for the day, sitting on your floor you checked your phone to see another email this time from your biological father. Your mom texting you was one thing you knew in some way she didn't have the gut to actually hurt you but your dad, he'd hunt you down and kill you, metaphorically and literally. You felt a wave of fear washing over you and you sobbed standing up hands on your head pacing around your room crying and shaking. You reach for your knife once more sliding down the wall making a cut in an almost fully healed scar feeling that feeling of control comes back. You made a few more before stopping, taking a deep breath grabbing your first aid kit sitting in the same spot on the floor. Yeah, you felt stupid but not stupid enough to not clean this kind of thing. As you were cleaning up you heard a knock at your door

"Kid? It's us can we talk?"

Aizawa says still waiting at the door "Y-yeah give me a minute please!!" You shout rushing to put the first aid kit away and some sweatpants and throw your knife under the bed you wipe your face, and open the door

"Kid are you okay you look a little.. worse than earlier "

"yeah I'm fine just not in a great mood," you said looking at your phone placed in the far end of the bed. They both came Into your room sat on your bed and attempted to talk to you about what had been bothering you. The conversation went in circles before you placed your head in Aizawa's lap. Your dad Hizashi, was standing at the foot of your bed about to leave when he was stopped by a blood stain on the floor.

"Shouta, I think we should stay till she wakes up"

"hm. I mean I'm not against it but why ?"

He points at the blood spot on the floor and Shoutas eyes widen.

"they are knocked out right now so can you look for whatever is being used ?"

He nods looking around your room eyes landing on a pocked knife shining under your bed.

"here, I'll put it in our room," he says showing Shouta before closing it and placing it in his pocket, as he was above to leave he stopped by the light of your phone along with a name he recognized followed by a scowl.

"Shouta I'm gonna check their phone for something"

He gives Hizashi a confused look but unable to move because of your sleeping form he allows him to do so, you trusted them enough to let them know your passwords but they had never not trusted you enough to go through your phone. He opens the email, reading it and seeing ll the others. He made a face of pure disgust and walked toward Shouta showing him the inbox along with one of the emails it had.

Both had decided to stay in your room till morning, planning to talk to you about this night of unfortunate events. But this was cut short by the feeling of you hyperventilating in Shoutas lap. Hizashi gently shakes him awake and they both attempt to comfort you ultimately failing as you wake you shaking tears forming in your eyes. An all too familiar scene for your dad's to witness.

"it's okay kid, your okay" Hizashi whispered patting your head as Aizawa rubbed your shoulder.

"sorry i-"

"No apologies. We know everything so there's no need to hide anything from us anymore"

Shouta says looking up at his husband

"you could have really hurt yourself kid"

"i know I just - "You were cut off by a knot in your throat as you scrambled to find the words "Everything feels so out of control and I can control this you know?" Shouta nodded in agreement.

"Why did you come to us kiddo?

"i- I didn't want you to worry you. You guys had enough going on.."

You said your voice is still shaking between sobs.

"you'd never be a bother to us. It's our job as you parents to check on you and worry for you"

You all had a long talk about possible coping strategies and ways to communicate if you wanted to talk about something without feeling bothersome. A few relapses were bound to happen and they both knew this but did everything they could to ensure it didn't. Even if it meant letting the whole class know you were their kid so you could go in the teacher's wing of the dorms. You began slowly getting better with setbacks here and there, but by setting up a new email and talking more about what your depression episodes felt like, both your dads were able to help you through it

Yes it's messy I wrote 75% of this in one go and the other half after my shower. And it's like 12:58am

Requests are open but slow

Please reach out if you need to to!!

[call-me-copycat]

Hey! Idk if you still write fics but if you do. Could you please write about Aizawa having a daughter who selfharms, but he didnt knew until one day he entered to her room and find her doing it?.

Its kind of an emergency so i would really apreciate if you wrote it 🩷

Hi! I'm really sorry for the slight delay, I've been bouncing between school during the day and work at night, so even though I saw your ask I couldn't physically write it due to exhaustion (⑉ ᷄ ⌳ ᷅ )ก

That being said, even though it's been a couple days I didn't want to leave you hanging! I got some rest and wrote as much as I could in one sitting!

I really do hope this helps, feel free to message me anytime if you need to vent or such ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡

What I Owe To You

*I listened to this on loop while writing*

➤ Welcome - Introduction and Request Rules (Requests are open + Some info about me)

▶ Characters: Just Aizawa and Reader

▶ Genre: Comfort + Slight Angst

▶ Summary: As the ask states

▶ Word Count: 2925

▶ WARNINGS:

- Self harm

- Depressive thoughts

- Overall lots of angst

Please don't read if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

The cycle always went on.

At this point you were afraid of what was to happen next. At the same time, the thought was pushed away by the constant emptiness that filled you through. The sticky tar-like hands of this unknown void ravaged your mind, shredding it apart piece by piece.

Leaving you constantly feeling... Hollow. It was difficult to describe it as anything else.

You walked to school everyday and went to your classes. You sat next to your classmates as they animatedly discussed the usual topics of training and what to do after school.

On the weekends, you slept. Sometimes went shopping with your father. Maybe you'd get visited by your Uncle Mic, other times you'd train.

There wasn't much variety. It was suffocating. These feelings had no place to spawn from, as your life wasn't much different from everyone else's. There didn't seem to be a reason, for all you knew. But it was there, no doubt about it. It made itself known.

-

It was a usual Friday night. You had completed all your classes and had the weekend to yourself. It felt pointless, there wasn't much to do. Nor did you have the energy for anything either.

Sitting in your room, you jumped a bit at the unexpected knock on your door. You had been gazing out of your bedroom window for who knew how long, zoning out as far from your mind as you could. You vaguely remembered that a storm was to come soon.

"Dinnertime. Wash up and come to the table when you're ready."

Your father's voice never failed to comfort you, and in a way he was one of the main beacons of light in your dark and foggy world. An unchanging pillar of strength, he held on tight to your cracking mind.

Slowly, tiredly, you made your way out of your room. As you passed by Aizawa, he couldn't help but sigh in response to your barely-there smile at him. You had a habit of doing that, possibly to keep him from worrying.

Truth be told, Aizawa always worried about you. Ever since you were young, he was on guard every second, trying to keep you from falling and scraping your knees, to keeping an eye on you during training.

Though recently, he had noticed some... changes. Your eyes began to grow dull, and their usual energy faded with each passing day. The bags under them grew more prominent, and in turn your hair began to be left more of a mess. Slowly, little things were building up, and he couldn't tell why.

It worried him sick, since the only thing he had in mind for you was for you to be happy and safe. Seeing your condition worsen with each day made him nauseous, as it was the last place he wanted you to be at. He wanted to help you, the best he could.

So that's why before you even sat down to eat, he began to question you.

"Are you feeling okay, [Name?]"

Truth be told, he knew you'd say you were fine. He just needed to soothe his frantic mind.

Looking up at him, you gave him another smile. He couldn't help but grimace at how forced it looked.

"Oh, of course I'm fine." You clenched your jaw at how unenthusiastic you sounded, but it would have to do.

Aizawa only felt uneasy. Too many things added up and gave him a weird taste in his mouth to leave it at that.

"Look at me, [Name]."

The unusual tone of his voice brought you out of your foggy state of mind as you looked up at him fully. Once you met his eyes properly, Aizawa took notice of the... Saddened expression that filled yours. He knew someone was wrong, but it was being covered.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

He needed to know if you trusted him. He needed to be the one person you trusted in life. This was all or nothing.

Your eyes went wide for a split second as your breath hitched, but you quickly shook it off. His bluntness was what caught you off guard.

"Really, it's nothing Papa." You tried smiling once more, raising a hand out a bit in an attempt to calm him. You knew it was a pitiful attempt, but you didn't have the energy to make it convincing. Alongside that, Aizawa was generally a very tough man to fool. It'd take a lot to actually pass anything through him.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed in response as he saw your reaction to his question. Your body language indicated how uncomfortable you were, and he didn't want to push you too far past your limits.

It was tough, but he decided to give it up in the end and hope you'd come to him whenever you were ready. You always shared everything with him since you were young, and he had gained a large amount of trust over you in turn.

-

Dinner was eaten in silence, and as soon as it was over you bid your father a goodnight before heading off to your room.

Aizawa stayed seated at the kitchen table as he watched you walk off, wondering what was happening to his child. He couldn't bear the thought of you struggling with something alone. He had been there your whole life to help you get through everything you passed by, so why weren't you letting him in now?

After much deliberation, he got up from his spot at the table and made his way to your room. He needed to finish this conversation, and he needed to know what was going on. His mind had been sprawled all over the place for the last few months, as he'd been observant enough to catch on to the smallest changes you went through. Seeing you go into such a decline was like a punch straight through to his heart.

His mind was in such a haze that he threw open your door without second thought, seeing as he normally takes care to knock first. The room was pitch black, but based off of the startled gasp that came from you and the clanging of metal hitting the ground, Aizawa felt his blood freeze in fear.

Quickly flipping on the light, his eyes widened at the site that laid in front of him. You didn't have any time to cover yourself, so Aizawa saw it all.

The bandages laid out.

The blades.

And most importantly, your cuts.

You felt your eyes water at the expression on your father's face, guilt and self-loathing bleeding into your mind.

Aizawa was stuck in shock for a moment. It felt as though all time was warped as he saw what was his worst nightmare laid out in front of him. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of your sobs that echoed throughout the room.

He swiftly made his way towards you from across your room, and in one smooth movement he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly to himself.

He had known something was wrong, felt it deep in his heart, but he didn't realize how serious it truly was. His heart ached for you as his grip only grew tighter around you. Aizawa didn't want you to hide these things from him, and in a way, he felt disappointed at your lack of trust towards him. All his disappointment and anger quickly dissipated, leaving him to face his worry and guilt.

"[Name]..."

He could hear his voice tremble, but couldn't care less.

"Why? I-" He was stuck in shock. It was something he never thought he'd run into. Looking down at you, his worry for your well-being grew tenfold, but he gathered the willpower to overcome the sudden surge of emotions he was feeling.

"I want... I need you to promise me you'll never harm yourself again," He looked down at you, cradled in his arms, "I don't think I could ever bear the pain of losing you..."

He knew this was only one step of many. That it doesn't start like this. That it grows. Although he couldn't pinpoint what might've started it, he at least needed to confirm you'd be safe. He just needed this one thing to give his already worn heart a little bit of ease.

You couldn't help but recoil a bit, bringing your arms to hug your torso. As much as you wanted it to be that easy, as much as you wanted to tell your father 'okay!', you knew it wouldn't be done so fast. And in a way, that only worsened your resentment towards yourself.

"I... don't know if I can.." You avoided his gaze as you faced the ground, hating how saddened he was and much rather preferring him to be angry. It'd lessen the guilt a little bit, at least.

He needed something.

"[Name]... I can't make you promise me you'll be able to stop right away. That's foolish to believe." Heaving out a sigh, he put a hand atop your head. "But I just need you to know that I'd be devastated without you. I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, I'd never be able to live a normal life again if you were gone."

Looking up into his eyes, you saw a heaviness that swirled in them. This was coming from a man who had seen it all - numerous deaths in ways he wished he could unsee.

You hadn't realized just how much you meant to him. It never popped up in your head. The all-consuming void had blocked any sensibility or logic from getting to you, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how much it would affect your father. He always told you your pain was his to deal with too.

Settling your face in the crook of his neck so you wouldn't have to see the hurt in his eyes anymore, you tried your best to explain everything to him.

"It feels..." Closing your eyes, you tried imagining everything that has built up. "Like I'm running a race, yet getting nowhere. That everything I do has no effect... I'm tired."

You stayed silent as you felt your father put a hand on the back of your head. Aizawa watched as you carefully pieced your words together, and saw the true effect of everything you had been dealing with. His heart ached to relieve you of your pain, his fatherly instincts screaming at him to help save his child.

"[Name]." His grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "I want you to get this through your head, alright? You are not a failure. You're going through a lot, and it's weighing down on you. And I understand you're under a lot of pressure, but-"

Aizawa was cut off when he began to choke up, the thoughts too much for him to bear. As much as he tried to keep his composure for your sake, his walls were beginning to crack.

You heard your father pause and looked up at him, only to be brought into shock at the sight of your normally stoic father tearing up. You felt ashamed for forgetting about his pain, tearing up once more at the guilt that ravaged your mind.

He could see how surprised you were, but he couldn't help it. He always struggled to contain himself when it came to you, especially whenever you were hurt. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Do you have any idea what it would do to me if I lost you? I- ... [Name], if anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do anymore, I'd-"

He truly couldn't help it. All that Aizawa wanted was for you to be happy. Seeing you in so much agony... seeing your only escape being to harm yourself... He felt that he lost a part of himself.

You cried out loud this time, seeing your father so torn over you. It was heartbreaking, but oddly soothing at the same time. To have someone to deeply care about you that they felt intertwined with you. He cared.

You could feel his arms engulfing you, and you allowed yourself to be swallowed in his hold. It was warm and soothing... A stark contrast to the cold you constantly couldn't escape from.

As he held you, Aizawa couldn't help but be more shocked at himself than anyone. He normally was able to easily retain his composure, so as he felt tears flowing down his face he couldn't help but stiffen. Quickly getting over it, he held you close. The room gradually began to get quieter, the both of your emotions slowing down.

You couldn't help but feel... Secure. It was a stark contrast to the constant void you felt. You felt... Warm.

Yeah, warm.

It was a nice feeling.

Closing your eyes, you finally allowed your body to relax. Aizawa rubbed your back as he gently rocked back and forth.

"I just want you to breath. Don't think about anything else."

Following his word, you kept your eyes closed and settled your breathing. You quickly noticed how much easier it was to think this way. Nothing else was getting in the way, no unwanted thoughts or fears, and you felt safe. Safe and comfortable.

The world around you normally was so chaotic. It seemed everyone was in a rush, always somewhere to be. You couldn't have time to yourself either, constantly getting pushed to and fro. There never seemed to be a place to stop. Nowhere to rest. An unchanging race.

But here you were. The world has stopped, giving you a break you so badly needed. You couldn't describe it, but such a simple hug from your father seemed to dull everything that pained you.

"I understand what it's like."

Aizawa would be lying if he said he was never in your place before. Too many nights he was kept up, worrying about working on himself. Scared of the changing future. Feeling like nothing was changing for him while the world moved on. It was isolating.

Over the years, he got better. The world's rush blurred to background noise, and he learned to appreciate his own speed in life. It was his own life he was living, after all.

Looking down at you, he saw a mirror image of himself.

"Y'know, it's not fair..." You looked up at him as he brushed away a lone tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You allow me to laugh with you in your happiest moments... So why do you lock me out when you're at your lowest?"

You had never heard it phrased like that before. You did enjoy having him around whenever you had something good to share. Whenever you were proud, or amazed, or just plain happy. But you understood, he wanted to be a part of it all. Every smile... And every tear.

Your voice couldn't find you, but Aizawa didn't mind. To you, he was always a hand outstretched. A guide to help you through the fog and the dark. It made the terrifying a little less daunting.

"Please talk to me when you can. Tell me whatever you'd like, I just want to know how you're feeling."

You nodded, looking at him directly. Your heart rate had gone down significantly, and you didn't know how much time had passed. If you listened carefully, you could hear the distance rumble of an oncoming storm, thunder booming on the horizon.

There was a pregnant pause before he started once more.

"Tomorrow, we'll need to get your injuries looked over-"

Seeing a look of fear cross your expression, he was quick to calm you.

"I'll be with you. The entire time. You won't have to deal with living life alone. I understand it's frightening to look at, but let me hold some of the weight you own."

You watched as Aizawa stretched out his hand, offering it to you. Looking at it, you thought back to all the times he'd helped you in the past. Every time he's offered his hand out to you.

All the times you were too scared to cross the road when you were little. Every time you felt too suffocated by the number of people surrounding you. Or even when it was just the two of you, silently walking home together in the warm afternoon sun.

He always offered you support, for every little thing life had to throw at you. Aizawa's expression softened when you gently put your hand in his, no hesitation in your movements.

Clasping his fingers over yours, you saw how your hands intertwined. And you realized, he was always there to take some of the pain from you - acting like he was a part of you.

"You get it now, huh?" Looking up into his eyes one more time, you thought you saw a sparkle in them. "Whenever you bring pain to yourself," He squeezed your hand a little tighter, "you're hurting me right alongside with you. I need you in one piece, kid."

You breathed out, everything a little clearer now. There was so much more to do. So much to go through. It was a formidable thought.

But as you looked up into your father's eyes and as you felt his hand in yours, you realized;

You weren't alone.

You really did owe him the world.

During my lowest moments, Aizawa was always a huge character I relied on to get me through it. I will always write comfort for him to anyone who asks.

I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope things get just a little easier for you, you definitely deserve it (*´艸`)ﾌﾌﾌｯ♡

➜ Please let me know if I missed any warnings/triggers in the tags or in the opening!

[guroseinsei]

its the softness and easiness of izuku's smile that gets me. you just KNOW aizawa is red at the tips of his ears.

[silvertsundere]

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[zen-the-dumb]

Aizawa hurt/comfort oneshot

“Where do you want us to go from here?”

Gn!reader

Playlist I made to go with it: 1-14: suffering alone 15-29: explaining the why’s 30-44: comfort and help with recovery

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(TW!: for self-harm, self destructive tendencies, and implied suicidal thoughts. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable or trigger you, please DNI. Instructions on how to find resources will be in the comments. You are not alone and are worthy of help.)

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(Reader is a pro hero for this oneshot)

You had been struggling with your mental health for so long. You had never reached out for the fear that you would seem insane, or selfish.

You felt like other people deserved help, but you didn’t. That you weren’t ‘sick enough’ to be taken seriously. You progressively got worse as your depression sunk to deeper and deeper levels.

Eventually, you resorted to harming yourself to ease your mental pain, with physical pain. No one around you knew. Your hero costume had long sleeves, and long pants. You didn’t want anyone to find out. You didn’t want to be stopped. You wanted to get sicker. You wanted to keep cutting deeper and deeper until one day you’d cut too deep. That’s what you wanted.

Of course you would never say those thoughts out loud. After all, what would anyone think of a self destructive hero? How would anyone be able to trust a hero who couldn’t even control their own thoughts of destroying themselves from the inside out to control a situation where others were in danger?

You were dreading having to go out on patrol today. You wished you could just go to sleep and not have to wake up again. Your only relief was that you were not going to be on patrol alone. Shota was coming with you.

As you got into your hero costume, you realized it was a bit loose. You had been neglecting your health and were loosing weight due to not eating. You shrugged and put it the rest of the way on.

You made your way out of your apartment building and began walking towards where Aizawa had told you to meet him.

Once you turned the corner, you saw Aizawa leaning against a light post. He looked over at you as you walked over.

“You ready?” He asked nonchalantly, looking you up and down for a moment. You nodded.

You two began the patrol around the city, carefully watching for any criminals or villains.

The first half of the nearly five hour patrol went off without a hitch. There were only a few instances of pickpocketing and a mugging that the two of you had to take care off.

Near the 3 hour mark of your patrol, Shota noticed something. He caught a glimpse of a cut/bite bruise on your wrist before you had noticed and tugged your sleeve down again. He was a bit caught off guard at first.

He wanted to ask you about it immediately, but decided to wait if he could get another glimpse to confirm.

Shota continued looking to your wrists whenever you were distracted and eventually, he got the confirmatory glance he needed. About 15 minutes from the end of the patrol, your sleeve slipped down again. He caught a look at two cuts on the inner side of your wrist. Unmistakable for anything besides cuts from a razor blade.

He kept his composure, not wanting to confront you while you were both on shift.

Aizawa waited the 15 minutes, his nerves about what he had seen festering inside of him like an infected wound.

Once the alarm on his watch went off for end of shift, he almost immediately asked you about it.

“Y/N. I need to ask you something.” he began, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Yeah?” you questioned, signaling for him to ask whatever he needed to ask. You tilted your head to the side a bit as he began.

“Are you okay?” Aizawa asked this first question blunt and stern.

“What?” you queried.

“Just answer the question.” Shota directed.

“Yes, i am” you answered. You knew it was a lie, you really did, but somewhere deep down you wished it was true.

“Really? Because the marks on your wrist told me a different story.”

Your eyes widened just a bit as you desperately tried to keep your composure. You were scared. He had seen them. He knew. The one thing you didn’t want was for anyone to know!

You were panicking, but you managed to object. “What marks? What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to lie to me. All I want to know is why. Why did you harm yourself?” he was clearly trying to sound comforting. You stayed silent. You wouldn’t be able to lie your way out of this one, would you? You looked down at your feet, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to look at someone for the fear you’d see an emotion that you didn’t want to see.

“Can you please explain? I need to know so that I can try to help you.”

This shocked you when you heard it. He didn’t want to scold you? Why wasn’t he yelling and calling you a selfish human being?

He wanted to help you? This was incredibly hard for you to fathom why he would ever want to help someone as miserable and selfish as you? The truth was, you were neither of those things, in Aizawa’s eyes and not. To him, you were a perfect and amazing person that he enjoyed spending time with. That’s why he wanted to know why you had purposefully harmed yourself. Because he couldn’t fathom why someone as beautiful/handsome and amazing as you would ever want to hurt themself.

However, you didn’t see what he saw, that was clear. You didn’t see yourself as beautiful or handsome, as amazing, as someone that anyone would like being around. You didn’t see why anyone would ever find it pleasurable and comforting to be around you.

“I’m… sorry.” Was all you could stammer out as your eyes became teary.

Aizawa was confused as you said this.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked you, looking at you with a stern expression.

“Because I did something so selfish… I hurt myself when I have no reason to do anything so stupid.” your voice cracked as you said this.

“Selfish? That’s really what you think, isn’t it? I assumed as much, otherwise you probably would have reached out for help by now.”

You finally looked up at Aizawa. You were desperately confused as a few tears escaped from your eyes. Was he mocking you or was he serious.

“Tell me why. People don’t just do stuff like this unprompted, at least not most of the time.” he commanded sternly. You finally explained the entire thing. Each and every reason. Every. Single. One.

Aizawa stayed quiet and patiently listened to you vent out everything. Once you finished, he was deep in thought. He looked into your eyes.

“Where do you want us to go from here?” Shouta asked you, looking at you with a questioning glance. “Do you want help getting in contact with a psychiatrist? A therapist? Or do would you rather I help you instead?”

“I- i’d prefer not having to go to a hospital or anything like that. I really don’t want to have to be in the spotlight or have people not trust me as a hero anymore because of something like that…” you explained. You looked back at your shoes, shame filling your face once more.

“Alright, then we can go about this with the latter option.”

You nodded slightly in agreement. “Thank you..” you said quietly, tears starting to spill down your cheeks.

He held out his arms, waiting to see if would except his offer for a hug. You stepped into his embrace and he wrapped his arms around you and put his head on top of yours. He rubbed the side of your arm as you continued to cry. He didn’t shush your cries, you just held you, letting you cry out your emotions.

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I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m going to start making playlists for some of my headcannons and oneshots because its fun and gives me something to listen to while I'm writing. Also gives you guys playlists to listen to while reading my bullshit if you want.

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**1,342 words**

Edit: To everyone who liked, you are loved and appreciated, i’m sorry if you’re going through something. If you need, please seek help if you can <3

—Zen

[kywaslost]

My R - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Is it day 6? I’ve lost count, but I think it is. Today’s character is Shinsou, as you can see. But this one is really sad, so there’s gonna be a few trigger warnings. Based off of the song ‘My R’. Idk why but I just get such big brother energy from Shinsou and I feel like he’d be so good at comforting people just because of his past and his experiences. I think this is the best thing I’ve written so far.

Warnings: suicide provention, talk of sh and suicide

Just as I was about to take my shoes off of the rooftop, there I see. A girl with braided hair here before me. I guess I’m not the only one going through it right now. Should I leave? Should I say something? A true hero would say something, would stop her from doing what she was about to do. But at the same time, a real hero wouldn’t do what I came up here to do. My teachers at UA have taught me otherwise, though. Always save civilians, then yourself. Put them first. That’s what I’ve always done.

Despite myself, I go and scream, "Hey, don't do it, please!" ‘Whoa, wait a minute, what did I just say?’ I thought to myself. Sure, I was going to say something, but I didn’t think it’d come out sounding so desperate. I couldn't care less, either way, really. I came up here to do the same thing she was planning to do. They really should lock the door to the rooftop. Afterall, this building was one of the tallest in town. I’ve heard a lot of people have been found here. A lot of heroes kept an eye on this building in particular. Luckily for me, I found the schedules of the heroes that patrolled this part of town, and it’d be an hour or two before anyone was near. Unluckily, for the girl in front of me, I was here. And I’m a hero in training. I have to help her. Always put others before yourself, that’s what I’ve been taught.

To be honest, I was somewhat pissed. I thought I’d be alone, that I could get the job done quickly. I had to do it now if at all. Dad and Papa were working; Aizawa was on patrol and Hizashi was at the radio station. I was listening to his show on my way here. I was left alone with Shinsou and Eri. I had told them I was going out to the store. They’d be expecting me back soon. This was an opportunity missed.

    The girl on the edge whipped around, eyes wide. She had been caught. She was scared. She was crying. I stepped closer. “Please, step back,” I said quickly. “Let me help you.” She hesitated, but eventually stepped closer to me. She sat down, and I sat down across from her.

    “You can’t help me,” she cried. “No one can!”

    “I’m a hero,” I reassured. “A hero in training. I think I can at least help relieve some of whatever you’re feeling right now.

The girl with braided hair told me her woes. You've probably heard it all before. “I really thought that he might be the one,” she confessed, sobbing even hard. Ahh, so it was because of a guy. She did look young, first year high schooler at the latest. It was almost always because of a guy. “But then he told me he was done!"

I continued to listen to her breakup story. About how she was accused of cheating but it was actually her now-ex-boyfriend who had been doing the cheating. But for some reason, all I could think was for God's sake, please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason, you got here before me! She was still so young and innocent. She hadn’t seen what I’ve seen. Been through what I’ve been through.

“Are you upset 'cause you can't have what you wanted?” I asked. “That you couldn’t have the guy you so called loved?” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

She tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean? I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s not a reason to end your life,” I said quietly, taking her hands into my own. “You’re young and this is your first love. Trust me, it means nothing. He’s a young hormonal teenage boy. Give all of them a few years and then look for a boyfriend.”

I had heard her woes, her troubles and concerns. They were all so miniscule. ‘You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything,’ I thought to myself. I had lost both my parents at a young age, going between foster homes until I got to UA where Aizawa and Hizashi took me in with open arms. That was only a few months ago. They already had custody of Eri and Shinsou by then.

“I'm feeling better, thank you for listening,” the girl in front of me stood. Her tears were mostly gone now, and she was feeling a lot better. The girl with braided hair then disappeared behind me and down the stairs. 

I checked the time. The heroes would be around here soon. I’d spent more time than I’d have liked talking to that girl. But at least I got to save one last life. Taking one last look at the view from the rooftop, I turned around and followed the footsteps of the girl with braids.

Shinsou and Eri were happy I was back, at least.

Alright, today's the day, or so I thought. Just as I took both of my shoes off, there was but a girl, short as can be. I sighed. Was this a sign? Maybe I should go somewhere else. This spot was more popular than I thought. But I was a hero. I needed to help her. I needed to be the someone I needed for myself. But I couldn’t keep doing this. Heroes have their limits. Mine just came much quicker than everyone else’s.

Despite myself, I go and scream, “Hey, wait!” She whipped around, much like the girl from the other day. I couldn’t risk going out two nights in a row. Someone would get suspicious. Shinsou would tell dad or papa. Or maybe they’d stop me themselves, asking for a family movie night. 

“Let’s talk,” I said calmly. “Please.”

The petite girl told me her woes, just like the girl with braids did. “You've probably heard it all before,” she said nervously when I told her that I was a hero. I left out the ‘in-training’ bit. She wouldn’t have cared either way. She went on, spilling her troubles out into the open air. 

“Everyone ignores me, everyone steals… I don't fit in with anyone here.”

I guess I felt the same way. Or at least I used to. Then I met Izuku and Todoroki. And then I had my found-family. I found a way out.

“For God's sake, please! Are you serious?” I said confidently. “You have so much more going for you! So much more to look forward to!” I took a deep breath. “I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me.” I told her about how I had once felt the way she felt. How I had very briefly considered a way out, just as she had. “I wish I could have gotten here sooner, but even so, I showed up just in time, right? 'Cause even so, you're still loved by everyone at home. There's always dinner waiting on the table, you know?”

"I'm hungry", said the girl as she shed a tear. “You’re right. The pros outweigh the cons here.” She stood with a sniffle. She smiled sadly down to me. “Thank you, hero.” I stood, too. She pulled me in for a quick hug. “Thank you so much.” 

The girl short as can be then disappeared.

And like that, there was someone every day. I listened to their tale, I made them turn away. I saved more lives in the upcoming weeks than I had in a while. So many, in fact, that even the pro’s noticed and lessened their surveillance on the building.

I was the reason these people got to see another day. I was the person they needed most in that moment.

And yet there was no one who would do this for me. There never was anyone to come to my rescue. To sit me down and talk about my problems, my emotions. Trust me, I’ve been here before. It’s how I first met Shinsou, believe it or not. I had made my way to the roof of the dorms at UA, almost ready to take that final step. But the purple-haired boy was there first. He was stargazing, enjoying the peace and quiet away from our classmates.

I didn’t say anything, just laid down beside him. We’d spoken a few times up to this point, but neither of us had anything to say. I just silently cried beside him, thanking All Might that he was there that night. He’s been my best friend since that night, in a way.

But here I am, kissing my dads goodbye, even giving Eri and Shinsou a tight hug before I left. I wanted them to know how much I loved them. I wanted them to know that this wasn’t their fault. ‘No way I could let out all this pain,’ I thought as the main door closed behind me.

    I made the slow walk back to the rooftop, enjoying the sounds of the citylife. There were still a lot of people out and about at this hour, people going home to their families or going out to dinner. For a brief moment I thought I saw one of the girls from the rooftop. It was always girls. How strange. I feel like we’ve all fallen from the same tree. 

I reach the top of the stairs. Can it be? For the very first time, there I see, someone with the same pains as me. I stepped onto the rooftop, unconsciously reaching out to the girl. 

Having done this time and time again, this time she wore a yellow cardigan. I walked across the roof, getting closer and closer to her. Was it raining?

    No, I was crying. But why? This was just another civilian needing saving. Why am I crying over this?

"I just wanna stop the scars that grow every time that I go home. That's why I came up here instead,” that's what the girl in the cardigan said.

Whoa, wait a minute, what did I just say? Was I the one to speak these words? I could feel them leave my mouth, but I couldn’t hear myself say them. I couldn’t hear anything, for that matter. It must have been the adrenaline. It had to be. I’d never say those cursed words aloud. I couldn't care less, either way, whether I said them or not. It was just me and the girl who looked just a bit too familiar. I wanted to run, to grab her hand and pull her back from the ledge. Or maybe I should let her go. If she were like me, no one could save her now.

But in the moment I just screamed something that I could not believe would ever be said to me.

"Hey, don't do it, please!"

She didn’t move. She didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. ‘Ah, what to do?’ I thought quickly. ‘I can't stop this girl, oh this is new.’ For once, I think I've bitten off more than I can chew.

I tried again and again to grab her attention, to latch on to her hand and to pull her away from the ledge. I was becoming the person I needed. I was putting her first. I was crying now. ‘But even so, please just go away, so I can't see,’ I thought. I cried even harder. I caught a glimpse of her tear-stained face. She was crying too.

“Your pitiful expression is just too much for me.” It’s as if I am talking to no one. She acts as if she cannot hear me. Needless to say, I need to stop her. I guess today is just not my day. None of these days have been. None of these weeks. This has to be a sign. We locked eyes.

She looked away from me and then she disappeared. But it wasn’t a ‘disappear’ like the other girls did, when they walked down the stairs and back to safety. The girl in front of me quite literally evaporated. I saw it with my own two eyes. She was there. I blinked. And now she’s gone.

“Well, there's no one here today, I guess it's time,” I said to myself. “It's just me, myself and I, and there is no one who can interfere.” I cried so hard I couldn’t see, and I sank to the ground. My legs hung off the edge as I cried into my hands. This was it.

“There’s no one to get in my way here,” I whispered. “This was it.”

Taking off my yellow cardigan, watching my braids all come undone, Shinsou watches. He stands in the doorway. I’m aware he’s there, yet I pay him no attention. How could I? I had gotten too far, but he was there to snap me out of it. He woke me up.

He shook me as hard as he could, seeing the symptoms. There was a particular look in my eyes, he had said. He knew how my quirk worked. What was I trying to do, he asked me. But I gave him no answer. He picked me up gently and carried me to my room. Then he called dad. He had to be almost home by now. Now he’d know.

I know you’re confused. To be honest, I am too. It’s a drawback of my quirk. I am confused. Y/N Yamada-Aizawa. Quirk: warped reality. I can imagine certain scenarios in my head and they play out in real life. I’ve stopped many villains this way, just by sitting nearby. I can imagine they run into a brick wall. Then it happens. It’s a nice quirk, really.

This petite girl, short as can be, is laying on her bed, waiting for her fathers. Shinsou watches anxiously from the doorway still. He doesn’t want me to be alone. He doesn’t want it to happen. He wants me here.

“That girl,” he chokes out. He’s crying now, too. “The one you were talking about. All those girls. They’re you, aren’t they?”

Oh, I never thought about it that way. I did have a feeling we all came from the same tree. Turns out I was that tree. 

Shinsou sat beside me on the bed, then pulled me into a tight hug. His tears soaked into my undershirt. I let him hold me until dad arrived. Until Papa was here.

This petite girl, short as can be, is gonna jump now and be free…

Except it’s into the arms of her brother. Turns out the person she needed was with her all along. Shinsou’s always been here. He’ll always be here. He’s always going to catch me. This is enough to keep me going. 

[theloveinc]

can’t believe this random oc is higher than kirishima and US on this list

[kunikidas-cock-sucker]

Giggity.

Why do I find this man hot? He looks like he smells like cat piss, and dehydration. And yes...I may not have a father, but that doesn't mean I simp for these characters BECAUSE of my daddy issues. Get this through some of your heads, for the love of God!

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#14...Bet lost-

Aizawa: Y/n, what's your favorite animal?

Secretary!Y/n*Staring at him*...Tired fuzzy raccoons...

Aizawa:...

Secretary!Y/n: And what is yours?

Aizawa: Smart, Sleek cats...

Secretary!Y/n:...

Aizawa:...

Baku*Who came to you for a dentist schedule update and is leaving*Oh my FUCKSAKE-just kiss already!?-

Aizawa & Secretary!Y/n*Both frown at him*LANGUAGE!-...*Both of you look at one another*

A couple minutes later...Aizawa is starring into space with his scarf covering his face...coming to the teacher's lounge and Vlad is there looking at him weirdly

Vlad: Man what is it? You are freaking me out-

Aizawa: I kissed Y/n...

Vlad*Starring at him in shock*...WOW-...I owe Hizashi so much money...

Prequel...to:

to be fair...Vlad didn't know Aizawa KNEW how to do that-

[yndrgrl]

katsuki bakugo has a glow up during summer break, & now he has a lot of girls' attention

fluff. ooc! bakugo. bits of jealousy. sfw. x reader. acquaintances to lovers. long ass fic.

a/n: the horny content will continue after this message :) also i kinda got nerdy so just ignore my rambles about fighting haha

the whispers & murmurs buzzed like bugs throughout the halls of u.a. you couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard lower classmen gush about how good katsuki looks, how he definitely had a summer glow up.

it's not that he was bad looking before, that's just not the case. so, when you heard that he somehow got hotter over the span of a few months, you grew curious.

your best friend, ochaco, began to rave about him. "no, you don't understand, y/n. have you seen him yet?"

"i haven't yet, but it doesn't matter! he's still rude as hell!" you told her. "besides, aren't you still going after midoriya?"

"yeah, but i can still appreciate attractive people," she retorted, shoving the rest of her her breakfast-on-the-go in her mouth. you fished your phone out of your school cardigan pocket to change your music when, like a kdrama (or a shitty fanfic), you ran into something-- no, someone.

speak of the devil. "oi! watch it!" the abrasive blonde spun around & met your eyes. his harden glare soften oh so subtly.

"i'm sorry," you quaintly apologized. it's the first day & the first hour of the next 180 days, & you're not going to get in a fight.

"it's whatever, just make sure where you're going next time," katsuki responded. his tone was still harsh, yet what he said was almost nice.

he walked off into the both of yours' classroom, leaving you & ochaco stunned. you both stared at each other, mouths agape. "what just happened?" she finally spat out.

"i have no idea."

"WAS HE JUST NICE?"

a week later, you sat in class, listening to mr. aizawa drone on about something so utterly boring, you'd rather stick your head in a toilet & flush it yourself. you let your eyes wander around the class. for the most part, everyone stayed the same.

then, your eyes landed on katsuki, who was seated by the window. now that you had time to think about it, he did change. his jawline was a tad sharper, his hair appeared more soft, & his shirt clung onto every inch of his upper body. he definitely bulked up during the summer.

his skin is clear, he must've also began caring for a sense of style because his fingers displayed grunge rings, & his eyes were somehow a darker, more alluring shade of crimson. wait, his eyes... were staring at you.

no, he was staring at you staring at him.

god, you felt like a creep. you were expecting him to yell at you, scowl through gritted teeth, but no. he didn't do any of that. he shot you a smirk, then went back to jotting notes.

confusion settled in after embarrassment. you couldn't help that a light pink dusted your cheeks. it wasn't noticeable though, thank goodness.

the subtle, weird antics didn't stop. maybe he's just playing with me or something, you wondered. or maybe i'm looking too much into thinks.

when passing him in the halls, he'd acknowledge you by giving you a small nod-- even if his friends were talking his ears off. he'd hold the doors open for you & only you, but would walk away quickly. he was treating you differently then he treats everyone else, & you don't know why.

"bakugo~" a girl you barely recognized greeted. "you look handsome today!"

he & his friends sat on the other side of your friends' long table. you were the closest to his squad, only three seats away from them. they could hear your conversations, but that means you could hear theirs.

"shut it, & eat your food," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. with his chopsticks, he picked at his bento box.

"ooo~ what did you pack?" she pressed as she inched closer to him. "aww, did your mom make that?"

"no, i did," he raised his voice. she wouldn't take the hint though.

she merely giggled, asking, "could you feed it to me? i wanna try some~" she crossed her arms under her breasts to intensify her cleavage. she was picture perfect, to say the least. any other guy would be drooling at the sight of her.

not bakugo though. he was goal-oriented, focused on the future, & not into dating from what you gathered. a small part of you is bummed out that he isn't interested in romance. he was practically everything you wanted in a guy after all-- just minus the whole "jerk" part.

"what are you looking at, bakugo?" you didn't realize you were staring -once again- until the girl whipped her head around & caught your gaze. her cattish smile dropped into a thin line. "quit staring, idiot-"

"don't call her that, bitch."

both yours & her eyes widened at the quickness & unexpected defensiveness spewed by bakugo. he stuck some of his egg omelette in his mouth, unbothered.

"wh-what? i don't think i heard you, bakugo."

he swallowed his food, ran his tongue across his top teeth, and started to pick up more food with his chopsticks, reiterating, "don't talk to y/n like that, got it?" he put the food in his mouth.

she scoffed, humiliated. "i have to leave," she said, voice dropping at least an octave. your eyes trailed her as she sat with her friends, & they immediately began gossiping. how could you tell? the way they all looked back at you with a nasty expression on their faces.

you returned your attention back to bakugo, who had both your friends & his friends floored with what just happened. "thanks for that," you started. "you really didn't have to do that."

"i know i didn't, but someone had to shut her up."

you replied, "i mean, i'm sure there was a nicer way."

"i tried," he told you with that small smirk on his face again. "she didn't get the hint, i have to be more obvious."

"yeah, in more ways than one," a friend on his side, sero, snickered.

"hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" classic katsuki, reverting back to yelling.

ever since that happened, your friends haven't stopped talking about it since. "guys, c'mon. it's almost been a week," you groaned. you were all getting ready in the school locker room to do hand-to-hand, no quirk combat with a celebrated instructor.

"i think bakugo likes you~" ochaco teased in a sing-songy voice.

you tried to reason, "maybe he was just annoyed with her, & it has nothing to do with me."

"i don't know, y/n," momo laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "he seemed pretty into you."

"no way, not bakugo-"

"well, why not bakugo?" mina, who just so happened to be good friends with said man, asked while she slipped on her shoes.

"because we all know what he's like. he doesn't really scream the dating type, you know?" you grabbed a water bottle & locked your back into your locker.

mina shrugged, & ochaco said, "you said one time that bakugo was the closest to your type... do you like him?"

"WHAT?"

the rest of the conversation was cut short when tsuyu pointed out they should be in the training room by now, causing all the girls to scramble out of the locker room.

the instructor, once the bell rang, introduced himself. he was a nice man seemingly. he was a well-seasoned martial artist who knew what he was talking about.

after his brief speech, he had his assistant -a younger, more egotistical guy- be his dummy when explaining a move. "does anyone have any questions?" he asked. no one answered. "cool, find a partner, & try it out."

everyone scurried to find their partners. pair by pair, no one chose you... all except-

"hey you, be my partner," bakugo practically demanded.

"me?"

"no, the wall behind you. yes, you, y/n," he joked, the same smirk only you get to see on his face. this time, however, it was a full-blown smirk.

"are you sure?"

"yeah," he scoffed, dragging you by the arm to an empty space. he studied how your face contorted from surprise to concern. "listen, if you think you're gonna drag me down or whatever, you're not-"

"no, it's not that," you interrupted. you felt your pride inflate slightly.

"then what is it?"

"i just don't want to hurt you."

it was his turn to be shocked. what did you mean by that?

the first hour went by, techniques were taught, & moves were learned. however, now it was the time that really put things to the test: open spar. it was at this time in training when things got heated. everyone in the room gives it their all no matter what, so the atmosphere turns into something animalistic, yet so empowering.

but before that, is a small water break. speaking of water, where did you leave yours? you swear you brought it in. bakugo must've seen how confused you appeared when he offered (or told you), "here, take some of mine."

too thirsty to even care the open-mouthed expressions from your peers, you took the bottle from his outstretched hand. "thank you!" you cheered, taking a few sips then handing it back to him.

"was that even enough? you barely drank anything," he jested. it sounded like he was teasing you, but, again, he said something like he cared about your well-being.

"yeah, i'll be fine. the worst that can happen is i'll faint."

"you better not. i need a good training partner."

"oh whatever, you're getting a good training partner."

suddenly, the instructor boomed, "water break is over! get back with your partner for sparring!"

once everyone huddled back with their partners & got situated, the instructor explained briefly that everyone will be grappling ("no striking" he repeated ten times as well) five minute rounds, switch partners, another five minute round, & so on so forth. "alright got it?"

"yes sir!"

"good," he nodded to his assistant, who got the stop watch ready, "3, 2, 1, go!"

yoy & katsuki go into your stances. one thing about being shorter than him is that, in the game of wrestling, you're at in advantage at first. "don't go easy on me," you told him, it was meant as a warning

"i was just about to tell you i wasn't." the moment he finished, he took a double-leg shot. it was executed near flawless-- emphasis on the near.

you sprawled your legs back, collapsing your body on top of his. you drove your shoulder into his neck, which resulted in bakugo's face smushed against the mat. he might be strong, but no one's neck is that strong to hold up an entire person. you heard him audibly groan "fuck!"

you caught his arm & his head with one of yours. the two of you were on your knees, but your goal was to get him flat, stomach down. with his trapped arm & leg, you pulled him out from under you & quickly sped towards his back. you mounted him, keeping yourself close to his. you gazed up at your instructor, who gave you a knowing nod of approval.

like a good fighter, katsuki sprung his head up. he missed your nose, instead having his skull collide with your cheek. it hurt, but you had to keep going. "since when did you learn how to wrestle?"

"what do you mean?" you thought everyone knew. you swore that you've mentioned it in front of the class.

"you're fucking good, you know that?" he praised as he fought of your hands.

"you're not too bad yourself," you told him before you crossbody locked him.

"no, i'm being serious. you're too damn good. you're gonna be my partner every time we grapple."

you & bakugo, now you call him katsuki, have only grown closer since then. he would take time out of his study session to ensure you understood the material. before he could finish, the library assistant -a girl around your age- would ask if he needed help with anything, shy blush on her face.

other times he'd walk with you back to your dorms when a group of girls would ask for his number.

it was a constant occurrence; girls notice him, ask for something, then ultimately get rejected. it wasn't in a nice way either. he always degraded & humiliated them, but they'd let him because of how handsome he was.

it was a saturday afternoon where you & katsuki got food from a nearby convenience store & sat in the park. no scheduled training or overwhelming amounts of homework. he insisted on paying for you, & who are you to reject free food?

"okay, but i really have to ask," you started, eating your food, "why aren't you dating anyone?"

"i don't know," he simply put it, downing a bottle of a protein drink.

"you do know, you're just not telling me." you actually didn't know if that was true, you were just bluffing.

"fine, i'm just waiting for a some girl to realize i like her," he admitted so nonchalantly, as if he didn't drop a mind bomb.

your mood dampened. he was your dream guy, the more you hung out with him. you might have developed a crush on him, yet you didn't even realize he liked anyone else.

"no way! who?" you had to sound enthused or he would know something was up.

"no one, forget i said anything," he cleared.

"i want to know~ i can help find out her favorite flowers or something so you can confess!"

"really?" he asked, brow quirked. you nodded your head.

"tch, alright. what's your favorite flower?"

that didn't make any sense. "what?"

"you said that you're gonna help me confess, so what's your favorite flower?"

"katsuki, i don't think she has the same favorite flower than me."

"oh my god, you're so fuckin' dense," he muttered under his breath. "i want to know your favorite flower, y/n, so i can confess." his cheeks reddened as he gave you intense stare, studying your expression. it was still confused.

"confess to who-" he cut you off by putting his hand behind your head & pulling you into a kiss. it was gentle, passionate, & truly shocking to you.

"confess to you, idiot," he panted when the two of you pulled away. "i'm already here," he said with a fuck-it attitude.

"y/n, i've liked you for a long time, a really long time. i thought i made it obvious but you never really caught on cuz you're a dumbass or something."

you laughed, & he smiled at you.

he continued, "so then shitty hair told me i had to make it even more obvious, so that's what i've been doing this entire year."

"but all those girls-"

"yeah well i didn't know i was getting a fan club this year. honestly, they don't fuckin' matter though. what matters is you & i," he told you, his face still so close to yours. "so tell me, if you feel the same."

"i-i do," you stuttered out. in your defense, you were not used to such close proximity to anyone, let alone a sculpture chiseled by ancient greeks themselves.

"say it again," he said, voice deep & eyes half lidded. "i need to hear it again."

"i do, katsuki," you repeated per his request. "i really, really like you."

he pulled you into another kiss, & you both felt each other smile. it felt right.

[bonkwrites]

like a princess

Shouta Aizawa x afab!reader

Warnings: dirty talk, afab!reader, PIV sex, fluffy smut, bondage, like two spanks, begging, pleading, crying, name calling (Sir and baby), 

Aizawa is a respectful man. He's never treated you poorly, raised a hand at you (even jokingly), and has always treated you like a princess. He's all gentle touch.. calm, tired voice.. and warm, soft skin.. 

But sometimes, you want more. Don't get it twisted, Aizawa fills the role of husband better than any man ever could and you're not thinking about cheating! All you want is for him to get a little… rough in bed. You were both virgins when you met and you've explored sex together as partners ever since. You've both discovered the things you like, the things you don't like, together. 

All of it changed with a book. A stupid, erotic romance novel involving a dominant man and a submissive woman. It was a throw-away, there was barely any plot, but the sex scenes were graphic, detailed, and you were engrossed in the book because of them. You’d never really thought about.. anything like that. Shouta had read the book over your shoulder one night, plucked it out of your hands, and pulled you right along to the bedroom. 

He made you tell him everything that you read, everything that you liked, and when you were done he bent you over the edge of the bed and made you scream. It was the only time he was ever rough with you since you’ve been together and you’re addicted. 

That's how you ended up where you are now, the end of Aizawa's scarf in his hand, the remaining length of it wrapped around your arms behind your back. You're kneeling on the bed, naked, chest pushed forward, skin prickling with desire. You'd give anything to have his hands, his mouth, any party of him, on you right now. 

"T-Touch me?" You ask, eyes flicking from his hand gripping the scarf to his face. His eyes are sharp, dark, and the lust in them makes you squirm. 

"When you earn it." He's got this horribly smug smirk on his face that makes you wetter. Your husband is so hot, you don't have to be reminded of that, but this scenario, giving him control of your body like this, has made him impossibly hotter. 

"Please," you beg, thighs squirming, "Sh-Shouta, I need you." 

"Do you?" He asks. He flicks his wrist and you spin, thrown off balance and falling. Your chest hits the bed and you throw your head to the side to avoid breaking your nose at the last second with a gasp.

The control he has over that scarf is impressive. You struggle, hands and arms pushing against the fabric. You're turned around and when you shuffle up on your knees you realize you've given him the best view of your pussy you could ever imagine. Shouta groans, his free hand reaching out to grope your ass and thighs. 

"This is so much hotter than I thought it would be," he admits, voice low with arousal. You nod and agree in a whimper consumed by the sheets. 

The soft, silk sheets of the bed you share with him. You're gonna have to replace them, you'll never be able to look at them the same. Shouta's hand leaves your skin and then comes back down with a crack of skin on skin. You gasp, body shaking forward, and then press your hips back again. He brings his hand down again and the sting makes your head spin. You whimper please, please, into the sheets when he brings down the third. The fourth has you moaning and attempting to grind your hips back. 

“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” he soothes his handprints with soft, kneading fingers. You feel the mattress dip and it’s only when you feel the skin of his thighs against yours that you realize he’s behind you. He twists his wrist, the slack of the scarf tightened. 

“W-Want you,” you beg, “need you, baby,” 

You push your hips back and the tension leaves your skin when you grind against his bulge in his boxers. You keep going, thinking that if he wanted you to stop he’d tell you, and you think that you could cum like this. You’ve been thinking about this for so long, had this little fantasy tucked away for so long, and now you’re about to cum like a horny teenager by humping him like a fucking dog. 

It feels dirty, especially when his hand finds your hips and pulls you back against him. You try to spread your legs wider, arch your back deeper, but the hold the scarf has on your arms is misleadingly tight. It gives you barely any room to move. You might be getting yourself off on him but he’s got all the control. 

“That feel good, baby?” Shouta asks. You whimper, nodding, hips moving faster. 

“P-Please, I just, I c-can’t take it-” you feel like you’re going to explode, like your heart is going to give out. 

“You’ll take what I give you,” he commands it of you, he stops your rutting hips with one hand. You sob, clenching around nothing, losing all thought process fast. 

“Please!” you cry out, “Sh-Shouta-” 

“Sir.” he corrects and oh, oh my god, how are you going to survive this? He wants you to call him Sir. 

“Sir,” you beg, “Please fuck me, please, I need it, sir, I can’t-” Shouta’s thumb touches your clit and you moan, eyes rolling back, shaking all over. He’s got you so pent up you can barely breath, can barely think. 

“Can’t what?” your reply is muffled by the sheets. Shouta’s thumb leaves your clit to allow him to wind back and give you another handprint. You cry out, the sudden pain unexpected. 

“What can’t you do, baby? Answer me.” 

“I can’t take this," your voice shakes, "Please, sir," 

He leans over you and releases your hip with a warning of stay still growled into your ear. You nod, whimpering, and Aizawa lets go of the fabric to get off the bed. You try to take deep breaths, try to calm your heartbeat and your racing mind. It doesn’t work. You’re aching for him, no amount of deep breathing is going to change that. 

You shiver when you feel his hands touch your shoulders. There's barely a tug on the scarf before it comes undone. You feel it slide over your skin, off of your wrists and arms. Confused, you shift your weight to look up at him. God, what a sight. He’s holding the scarf, his boxers are gone, and you have the urge to put your mouth on his cock. 

"Wh-What-" you stutter as his hands trail over your skin. 

"I want to see you while I fuck you," he cuts you off quickly, already knowing what your about to ask, and a shock of arousal strikes through you at the image your brain conjures up. 

"M-kay," you mumble as you turn over. He leans down to kiss you when you get to your back. You’re lost in him in seconds, his lips are soft, his hands are rough, and his hair is falling over your cheek. 

Those rough hands wander over your cheeks, your shoulders, and they play with your nipples, twisting and tugging. You jolt, back arching, whimpering into his mouth. He pulls back, breathing hard and smirking. He loves this, loves every second of having you under his control. 

"Hands above your head, baby." You blink stupidly at him for a second before you do as he says. 

"Y-Yes, sir," you lift your arms above your head and shuffle your shoulders to get comfortable. He secures your wrists to the headboard, tied together, and then he’s back between your legs. He adjusts you, big hands moving your thighs and your hips around. 

You can feel him, hard and heavy and pressing against your thigh. He puts one leg on his shoulder and you squirm, body thumping with your heartbeat. His eyes are heavy lidded, clouded, and you have to look away to save yourself from the fire it ignites in you. He takes himself in hand and guides himself until his head is pushed up against your hole. You shiver and gasp. 

“S-Sir,” you sob, whining, “Please, puh-” 

You’re cut off by your own moans when he pushes his hips forward and slides himself in. He takes it slow, so slow, savoring the way you feel around him with his head tilted back. You struggle against the fabric, wanting to touch him, grab him, pull him down over you and rake your nails down his back. His eyes open, looking down at you, devastatingly handsome. 

“Struggling already, sweetheart?” he asks, hands curving up your sides to tug and pinch your nipples. You cry out, clenching around him. 

He grips the bottoms of your ribcage for leverage as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. You can’t stop the sounds that come out of your mouth as he fucks you, you never could. Shouta knows how to make you scream for him, how to fuck you so good you forget your own name. 

“That’s it, baby, fucking take it,” he growls, one hand leaving your side to grip your thigh, “it’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” 

You nod frantically, trying desperately to fuck yourself down on him. You want to cum like this, tied down and pinned under your husband, being used by him. 

“Sh-Shouta-” you’re cut off when he goes still inside you, confusion taking hold of you for a second as he leans over you and reaches for your bedside table. Did the condom break? Your head is spinning. 

“Close your eyes,” he commands, you follow his order quickly and feel him start to fuck you again, one hand gripping your hip to pin you down. Something cold, hard, plastic presses against your hip and you whine. 

“W-What are you- Sir!” you sob out his name among a string of incoherent syllables as he turns your vibrator on and presses it right to your clit. Shouta moans too, fucking you harder. 

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I can feel you twitching,” he moans. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips rough. You tug on the binds, struggling, wanting more or wanting to stop you aren’t sure. 

“I-I-” you want to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, you’re gonna shatter into a million pieces if he keeps fucking you like this. Shouta fucks you right into your orgasm, watching you shake and fall apart beneath him with that smirk still on his face. 

“Fuuuck, baby,” he groans, pulling you down onto his cock roughly and burying himself inside of you. He pants, the same as you, as he comes down. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your beating heart. 

He pulls out, discards the condom, and then he comes back to you. He pulls the scarf free, throws it to the floor, and lays down with you to rub your wrists and kiss your hands. You’re sore, boneless, and you let yourself fall to a calm in his arms. He runs a hand over your hair, whispers praise, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift close. He takes such good care of you all the time, respects you and loves you, how did you get so lucky? 

[guroseinsei]

aideku endgame. we did it guys. we did it. ✨️✨️✨️✨️

they have each other!!!

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you - shouta aizawa x fem! reader, hawks x fem! reader

chapter twelve

✦ story synopsis: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy.

✦ chapter content warnings: unprotected sex, fem! oral receiving

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader

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Waking up next to Shouta was better than you expected.

Much better.

His muscular, strong arms were wrapped around you the entire night, tightening around you randomly as he buried his face in your neck.

For a man who doesn't sleep much, he slept just fine with you.

Your lashes fluttered against his bare chest - what a sight.

You heard a grumble leave his lips as he felt the slight movement of your body. Your doe eyes watch his face as he slowly wakes up.

"Good morning beautiful." Aizawa's voice was deeper than usual. What you would do to hear it every day.

"Morning stinky." You giggled as his eyebrows raised.

"Stinky? Really?" His hands planted on your plush hips. "Say I'm stinky again."

"You're. Stinky." You smirked as he pulled you on top of him, moving himself onto his back. You pressed your hands to his chest, arching your back a bit as you looked down at him. "You're even stinky from up here."

Shouta fake gasped, tickling along your sides with his calloused fingers. A laugh, a real laugh left your lips as he tickled you, to which Shouta was fascinated with. He loves watching you smile and hear your laugh, even though it's not the conventional laugh.

"Take it back if you know what's good for you." Shouta teased, his fingers still poking and tickling your skin.

"I don't know what's good for me apparently." You raised your eyebrow.

"Fine." His large hand plunged into your shorts, finding your already wet heat. "Dirty girl, you're already wet." His index finger slid inside of you, curling as he pulls the digit in and out of you.

"Sh-Shouta." You feel your walls clench around his finger.

"Ah-ah." Shouta pressed his index finger on his other hand to your lips. "You can't come until I say you can. That's your punishment." He took the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles. gently.

"N-no fair." You whine, pressing your hands to your thick thighs.

"It's not fair that you called your boyfriend stinky." He slid another digit into your pussy. "I gave you a chance to take it back. Now you must suffer the consequences."

Shouta's thick fingers moved in and out of you as he massaged your clit in the most delicious way. You could feel your orgasm approaching, but you knew Shouta was not going to allow it.

He could feel it too. His fingers retreated from you, his hands slapping down on the fat of your ass as he pulls you roughly towards his face.

"O-oh!" Your breath hitched as you felt the contours of his face in your heat. Your bury your hands in his inky hair, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit.

"Mm, you taste better than I could ever imagine." The vibration of his words made the hair on your neck stand up.

"Sh-Sh-Shouta please." You pull on his hair, letting your head fall back. "You feel so good, please-"

"No." Shouta moved one hand from your ass to your clit, rubbing his thumb on the sore nub. "You need to learn to listen."

"I-I've learned my lesson." Your toes curl as he sucks on your clit, his tongue plunging in and out of your gummy walls.

"I don't think so. Now shut up and let me enjoy my meal." His lips pulled from your body, his dark chocolate eyes finding yours. His eyes were filled with a lust that you've never seen in any man.

Like he would do anything to make you come. That he would do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

No, that's not just lust.

That's the look of love.

Even when he's punishing you, he still would do anything you asked. It took everything in him to keep to his word as he devoured you. Your juices danced on his tongue as he closed his eyes again.

"P-please." Your hands turn into fists as you feel your thighs twitch. "I can't hold on anymore."

"So impatient." He pulled away from your aching, throbbing pussy and pushed your body back down to his stomach. He shimmied his boxer briefs off and you felt his cock slap against your ass. "Think you can ride me?" He sat himself up, his eyes analyzing your face for an answer.

The absence of Shouta made you whimper as you nodded, keeping your eyes on his as you grab his length with your hand. You wrapped your dainty fingers around his shaft, watching his mouth hang open slightly as you lifted your body off his, guiding the tip of his cock to your soaked slit.

His hands were desperately grasping at your ass, unlike the words he spewed just moments before.

Now he was begging for you.

Your pussy was too wet to even pretend that you could take him slowly. Shouta's large hands guided you onto his aching cock, bottoming out inside of you.

"So fucking wet." Shouta split you in half with his cock as he pushed himself into you. You rock your hips back and forth, your pussy clenching around his length. You tilt your head to the side, letting your mouth open slightly.

Shouta watched you as you rode him. What a beautiful sight this was. Your hair was messy from the night before, your cheeks a shade of pink from arousal, your lips swollen and plushy.

"Oh god, Shouta." You slid yourself up and down his cock, the sound of your ass cheeks hitting his thighs filling the room.

"Use my cock to fuck yourself, baby." A grunt escaped his lips as he thrusted upwards into you. He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your pussy clenching against his fat cock like it was about to tear open.

"P-please let me come." You whine, your dainty hand pushing against his chest. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he gulped, his adam's apple bobbing.

"Please what?" He could barely keep his composure. He knew you were about to break. He was, too.

"F-fuck, Shouta! Please, daddy let me come." He earned a moan from your beautiful lips.

His thrusts became messy and quick as you unraveled around his cock. It was the most mind blowing, delicious orgasm erupted inside of you. You rode out your high with him, your bodies so in tune with each other.

"Baby, yes." Shouta moaned, pulling your lips to his roughly as he thrusted inside of you one last time, letting his juices cover your walls. "God you are so amazing." His cock twitched inside of you as you both came down to earth.

You finally opened your eyes and looked at Shouta. You pressed your lips to his again, and again, and again. You smiled against his lips, your nails dragging along his scalp.

"You barely kissed me, Eraser." You pout as he lift yourself off of his length, a whimper leaving Shouta's lips at the loss of you.

"That was part of your punishment, you spoiled brat." His voice was smooth as he kissed your lips once more. "Can't say I liked not kissing you though. I'd much rather you behave so I don't have to do that again." His mouth formed into a smirk.

"I'll get my revenge." You maneuver yourself off of him. "After I brush my teeth." You pull his t-shirt from the night before over your body as Shouta watched your ass cheeks move against the fabric.

As you were brushing your teeth, you heard a knock on Shouta's door. You peeked your head out of the doorway of the bathroom, watching the muscles on Shouta's back move as he walked. His sweatpants were hanging from his hips lazily.

He opened the door and you saw red wings.

"She's here, isn't she?"

[subwaystragedy]

His Kitten || Dom!Aizawa x Sub!Male Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dirty Talk, Pet Play, Collaring, Praise, and Rough To Gentle Sex

"You like that kitten?" Aizawa demands, leaning forward with his hand in your hair as he continues to thrust into you, having set up a special intimate night for the two of you since he was off from all work for a few days. Never expecting such a pent up and aggressive man, in contrast to his usual intimate ways of sex. "You like my dick deep inside you? Hitting your pathetic prostate to make you cry, that what you like?" "Fuck! Yes Shouta!" you yell best you can with your face buried in the sheets of your shared bed. His nails dig into your hips as he uses your body for stability.

The bells attached to the fake cat ears you have on ring with every thrust, your ass in the air with your legs bent straight down so he can reach as deep as possible inside you, moaning wildly at the stimulation, "Taking it all so well kitty," he speaks in a low and silky voice, smooth yet rough as he lets out a small chuckle. "God that collar looks so pretty around your neck sweet boy," is all he has to say, angling his hips up just a bit more to make you scream out, "Th-thank you!" "Such a pretty kitten with my dick inside you, yeah?" He questions, the best you can do is let out a choked gasp, as he speeds up, thrusting quickly and almost erratically as he chances the high for the both of you.

Laughing lowly as he takes the leash of the collar you're wearing and wraps it around his hand, using the other to push you down so you're laying flat on your stomach, still managing to force your back to arch as he tugs on the leash and picks up the pace once more. "Sh-shit Shouta!” is all you can muster to moan at the new feeling of pleasure as he thrust deeply inside you. "So pretty under me, love hearing you scream out," he speaks softly. Chuckling to himself as he watch your ass bounce from his thrust, moving the hand without the collar to it as he holds your ass, "Love the feeling of you on me," followed by another low laugh.

"You look so blissed out kitten, does it feel good baby?" you nod vigorously at the question, biting your lip and whimpering lightly as he thrust slow and deep, jolting his hips forward harshly every time. "God you feel amazing baby boy," he says in a hushed tone before leaning down to kiss your shoulder over and over, soon leaving open mouth love bites on them as he stills inside you. Making you whine and wiggle under him in some form of simple hope for him to move, hearing him shush you before talking lowly, "Be still kitten, I wanna feel you around me," his words drive you wild, knowing damn well he's teasing you with his small laugh at your words and distress.

"Sh-shouta! Move!" He hums against your skin, rocking his hips into but not thrusting, kissing your back and neck, "But you feel good like this," he hums again, "With me deep inside you." His words make you whine, trying to lift your hips to encourage his future movements, letting a drawn out whine escape your throat as he holds your hips down and slowly rolls into you, his strength preventing you from doing anything. “Be still kitten, I want to go nice and slow now,” he talks in between kisses, taking the leash and tugging to the left, a silent suggestion for you to turn your head, and you do, being met with his lips on yours as he pulls out slowly further than before to slam back into you. Moaning into the kiss with you as he keeps up the pace, Shouta pulling away to speak tauntingly, “You like it slow kitty? You like how I fuck you nice and deep?”

A high pitched whimper leaving your throat as you nod, jolting forward with the force he used to thrust into you, Shouta letting go of the leash to hold your face instead as he kisses you once more, the intimacy of it all getting to you as you fuck. Moving with you to keep up with the now sloppy kiss, his tongue entering your mouth in a messy make out session. The noises lewd, both from the sound of skin against skin and the wet sounds of Shouta swirling  his tongue in your mouth, exploring it depravedly like he has a million times before. The occasional sounds of ringing following with each thrust from the ear atop of your head, feeling your lover pull away gives you the sign to breathe once more, huffing after you inhale quickly. “Gonna come with me, huh kitten?” grunting in between his words, lowering his head after you nod as he focuses on pumping himself in and out of you. 

Picking up the pace as he rests his hand on either side or you, the position making him arch his back to thrust his hips properly. The sounds of his hips hitting your ass becoming louder, along with both your moans, small huffs coming from Shouta as you moan out, feeling his dick stimulate your prostate as he moves to hold your hands resting against the bed. The sensation becoming more intimate from the small action, hearing his voice once more as he tells you, “Gonna cum kitty,”he groans, “Gonna come inside you.” He speaks for you, “Cum with me,” while speeding up his movements, leaning over you once more as he kisses the back of your neck. 

Groaning slightly as he gives a final thrust into your ass, the feeling of his own cum inside you spurring your own orgasm on as you feel the cum covering the sheets being glad your fucking on just one side of the double bed you share with Shouta, feeling him lean atop of you again as you sigh. His arms sliding under you as he flips the both of you to your sides, simply laying on the other side of the matters as he kisses you neck, “Did so well kitten, so so well,” feeling his sigh on your skin as you close your eyes contently. Slowly but surely drifting off in the comfort of Shouta’s arms