#aizawa shouta x gender-neutral reader

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[brayneworms]

no, you hang up! | shota aizawa

kinktober day three: phone sex

word count. 2.2k

content. phone sex, reader and aizawa are coworkers, mutual masturbation, referenced age gap (once and it's minor + doesn't contribute to their relationship dynamic), dirty talk, no genitals for reader mentioned, gender-neutral reader, teasing (reader calls him names but it's all fairly playful), pre-relationship.

♪ agora hills — doja cat

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

You know it's him before you even look.

Your room is blue-dark, cold; the central heating must have turned off hours ago, still on to warm you to sleep even beneath two comforters. The recent winters were no joke—you walked around town at the moment with dry, blistering lips and dull skin and watery eyes. Even now, as you raise your head from the comfort of your sheets to the arid air, gooseflesh breaks over your skin.

Something pulses; it's what woke you in the first place. Some noise, some shift in the quiet. Outside it's still dark, not yet late enough for the light to start turning greyish and buoyant. It takes a muddled, groggy few seconds as the static in your head starts to clear that you realise it's your phone. 

You grope blindly for it; it's only vibrating, but you're a tepid sleeper at the minute, and it's more than enough to rouse you from whatever fitful slumber you'd managed to fall into. You have to be careful not to forget and turn on your side, put pressure on the sling that binds your arm as you reach under the sheets for your phone as it rings, rings, rings out. 

You slap a hand across the plastic case, lift it with a wince at the cold blue light that shines out like fingernails down a chalkboard. But yeah—when you read the name AIZAWA across the top of the screen in informal white capitals, you can't honestly say you're surprised.

You stab the green button on what's probably the eighth or ninth ring. "Yeah?"

There's a moment where he doesn't say anything. Where the line crackles the way the ozone layer does before the first strike of lightning. "...Did I wake you?"

"Yeah," you say again, returning to your back. Your bound arm gives a twinge of protest. 

"Sorry," he murmurs, in that dry tone of his, the one that rarely manages not to sound clipped and bored. "I guess I didn't realise how late it is."

You pull the phone away, glancing for the first time at the time in the right-hand corner. 02.11am. He did have a nasty habit of letting the night slip away from him—and his regular bouts of insomnia mean the lateness of the hour doesn't always impress upon him as it does for most people—but you suspect there may be more to it than that. There's a hesitance, a reluctance in his voice. 

"It's okay," you say finally. "Have to pee anyway."

The static rises as he huffs down the line. "How's the arm?"

"Feels like roadkill," you mumble, which doesn't make a lot of sense. But sue you, you're tired and the painkillers wore off in your sleep. "Why're you calling?"

Another crackle, a soft shift, like an out-of-tune radio adjusting frequency. "No... particular reason."

As the fatigue starts to clear from your heavy brain, you try to picture it. Shouta Aizawa—evidently not patrolling tonight, given the lack of cityscape din in the background of the call. It's quiet; you can maybe hear the low purr of a ceiling fan. Earlier, he'd shifted, and you'd heard the rustling of sheets. So, he's in bed. Lying there. Alone. Calling you.

He's pretty transparent. But to his credit, you don't think he's trying to be conspicuous. It's not incredibly in his nature. And it's not in yours to call him out on it, either, which he knows. It's why he does it.

Does, not like—like this is a regular thing, or anything. There have been one or two what you like to refer to as unrelated incidents over the eight-year course of your working relationship. A kiss at a New Year's party that lingered a moment too long, the time he took you home after a night at the bar with the other U.A. staff and you couldn't be in the staffroom alone with him for about a fortnight afterwards.

"Just missing the sound of my voice?" you ask, trying not to sound too coy. You don't want to make him skittish, and anyway you have a feeling he hates when you try to play up your (in your opinion) minor age difference. 

Another rustle, quieter, shorter. "...Something like that," he murmurs. His voice is soft, despite the timbre of it reaching down to some pit in his chest. 

"So should I talk?" you press. 

"Sure," he replies.

"About what?"

"Anything." He swallows. "Whatever... whatever you'd like to talk about."

You roll your tongue over your lower lip, suck it for a moment whilst you think. "I miss work," you start. Boring, mundane—testing the waters. "Being stuck at home sucks. And all my friends are my coworkers, so you're all at work every day. 'S pretty lonely."

"I see." There's a hint of strain in his voice, one that makes a dim chord strike somewhere low and pitiful inside you. You cross your legs over each other. "You know we'd visit if we had the time."

"Yeah, I know. I bought myself plants to give myself a reason to get out of bed," you say, casting a glance over at them as they rest on your windowsill. Their leaves wink and shiver in the current of cold breeze let in from the crack in your window. "I have to get up twice to water them. And then when I'm up, I think, I might as well get something to eat, exercise. Shower."

The last work is deliberately provocative, like pressing on a ripe bruise to see when it starts to hurt. Your reward is the faintest hitch of Aizawa's breath. 

"I talk to Hizashi every day," you continue, trying to keep your own voice even. The silence on the other end of the phone sounds deafening, your heartbeat starting to get uncomfortably forceful in your chest. "He texts a lot, about silly things. Keeping me up to date on stuff at the school. It's not the same as being there, but it's sweet that he tries." You pause. "I wish I could see everyone, though. Hey—can I see you?"

You let the question hang. Lining up a hunting rifle to a buck's head, letting it decide to stay or flee. Then,

"Hang on." It comes through gruff and short, but it makes your stomach twist all the same. A moment later, your phone hums with a notification. It hangs, a grey banner at the top of your screen. From Aizawa, with a photo attachment.

Your mouth goes dry as you stretch your thumb to tap it. It's a flash photo of a barely-lit room. You can see dark blue sheets and a grey comforter, and two legs in slouchy grey sweats, cocked apart, shoved halfway down his thighs. But in the crux of the photo—

"Jesus," you blurt before you can stop yourself. You hear Aizawa huff a noise on the other end of the phone, could be laughter, could be something else. It’s not like your entirely inexperienced with Aizawa’s cock, but that was a while ago and there’s a big difference between a drunken sticky fumbling in the dark and seeing it properly, in low warm light, heavy and hard with his hand wrapped around it. His fingers, thick and pale, you can’t help but want them on you. Circled around your ankle, maybe, pulling you apart for him with that quiet, unassuming strength of his. 

“Is that a good or bad reaction?” he asks, and the note of strain is thicker than ever. He sounds strangled. “Should I start worrying—about my job position?”

“Probably,” you answer. “But—no. How long’ve you been touching yourself?”

You hear his breath hitch again at the casual crudeness of your words. “How long’ve you been on the phone?”

A hot red flash zips through you. Before your head has given your body permission, you’ve laid the phone down flat on your chest, speakers buzzing through your shirt as you slip a hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. You go straight for what feels good, finding yourself already embarrassingly ready, shuddering as your fingers brush the most sensitive parts of yourself. 

“You’re such a creep,” you groan, head back against the pillow. Aizawa makes a quick, cut noise in the back of his throat. “One week without staring down my shirt in the staff room and you resort to this?”

“I don’t—” He cuts himself off, sighing shakily. “I don’t stare.”

He does fucking stare, it’s just quite subtle and it took you a while to notice. 

“Yeah, right.” Your fingers curl and search, press and glide. You’re hot and wet, for him, for the first glimpse of lust since your leave of absence began. “Bet you’d do anything for a taste.”

“...Maybe,” he stammers, breathing hard and quick against the phone. Now you can hear a soft stream of sounds coming through, a shlck-shlck-shlck that makes your blood hot and your brain fuzzy. “Maybe I’ve thought about it. Once or twice.”

“Dirty old man,” you say, half-babbling, and he groans low in his throat. You wish you could see him, God you can picture it—head thrown back, thick dark hair splayed against the rumpled pillows like a funeral shroud, sleep shirt ruched up to show the soft pale plane of his stomach dusted with dark spiralling hairs. You’d follow the pattern down to where the hair was thickest, push your hand through to where he was hard and hot as a brand for you. You didn’t get much time to play with him before, restless and lazy and horny off the cheapest champagnes you could order at the bar; he’d been inside you before too long and back out far too soon. 

“I’m n-not…” Hearing his resolve start to crack and fracture is the hottest thing in the world. Your own fingers work faster, jamming at the spots that make your legs gooey and your stomach start to tauten. “Isn’t my fault you look like that.”

Your giggle is breathless, half a moan. “Took that right out of the old perverts’ handbook,” you mutter. “Don’t break a hip on your way over here.”

“Shut up, shut up,” he grunts. “Damn it—shouldn’t have called—”

“I’m glad you did,” you say. Sweat is starting to collect in your armpits and the back of your neck. “Been so bored. This is the first time I’ve felt anything in weeks.”

His breath is ragged. “What do you feel?” he asks hoarsely. 

“Hang on.” The photo you send is conservative compared to his; just a shot of your hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts. But you hear his stifled whimper, low in his throat, crackling with desperation. 

“God,” he hisses. “You have no idea what I’d do to you.”

“I have—some idea,” you mumble. 

“No, not like before,” he growls. “I was too drunk to do much of anything. What a waste. I’d never let you go if I had you now. I’d make you cum three times before I even thought about fucking you. My mouth, my hands, my thigh, anything.”

You imagine the scratch of his stubble on your inner thigh, or your own legs clamped around the thick muscle of his thigh, and nearly white out. You’re not in control, not of the way your hips cant desperately against your hand or the desperate moan his words pull from you, turning to stifle it into the pillow. 

“I want you inside me so bad,” you find yourself babbling, hot with embarrassment over the desperation in your voice. You sound close to tears. “Jesus—your hands, I’m always thinking about it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He makes a keening, desperate noise, like a starving animal going for food. “Show me.”

You barely hesitate, ripping your shorts and underwear all the way off, and it’s only a few more desperate strokes of your fingers until you feel them flood over, your whole body shuddering and legs twitching. Your chest heaves and you blink up at the ceiling, withdrawing your hand from between your legs. Very awkwardly, you manage balance your phone enough in your slung hand to take a photo, the flash illuminating the mess between your thighs, the gleam of your own spend on your fingers. Before you can let embarrassment get a hold of you prematurely, you send the picture to Aizawa.

The result in instantaneous. He pulls a breath through his teeth. “God—fuck, look at you. So messy. God, I’m—” A choked-off moan, the breathiest noise you’ve ever heard from him as he cums. You lie there, warm all over, your skin singing as you listen to him fall apart on the other side of the phone. The speakers tickle your skin as you scrub a hand down your face.

After, you listen to his harsh panting breath. Then there’s a pocket of silence, the sort neither of you know how to break.

Finally, you cave. “...Feel better?”

“Don’t,” he mumbles. “This was… highly inappropriate.”

“Agreed.”

“I shouldn’t have called.”

“Probably not.”

There’s a pause. “...Is it fine? That I did?”

A smile touches your mouth. “Yeah, it is.”

He huffs. You picture him rubbing at his eyes, drawing the skin inward to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Well, then… yes. I do feel better.”

“Get off work early sometime,” you murmur. “I get so bored around here. Could use the company.”

You’re not sure why, but you think he’s smiling. “I’ll clear my schedule.”

taglist: @deltamel (+ask to join!!)

[redr0sewrites]

⚠️A/n: short, filthy, and self indulgent. literally no plot just straight up smut. also happy late birthday Aizawa !

⚠️Cw: smut, riding, semi-public sex (in his office), degradation + praise, pwnp, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, afab!reader

⚠️dividers

"yea? s'that feel good?" your voice is hushed against his warm skin, and his cock twitches at your tone.

Aizawa lets out a strangled groan beneath you, hips jerking up to meet yours. firm hands dig into your hips, struggling to pacify himself as you bounce up and down on his cock. the chair beneath you creaks from your shared weight, and your thighs squeeze tight around his waist.

"you should get back to work, sir," you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "wouldn't want your students to see you like this, hm? getting fucked in your own workplace.. who would've known that Eraserhead was such a slut.."

"shut it," he hisses, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent. "you were the one who suggested this.. if anyones the slut its you, not me. now quiet down. fuck, i could lose my job over this..."

"that just makes it- hngh,,, all the more fun, hm?" you whisper, pressing sloppy kissess to his neck as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"fun, huh?" Aizawa purrs, pulling away and leaning back in his chair to watch you squirm in his lap.

"y-yeah, fun. you do know what that is, right old man?"

"ffuck, you've got a filthy mouth, y'know that?" Aizawa sneers, and his hands immediately grip your waist tight enough to bruise. in one swift motion, he lifts you up almost entirely off his cock- before slamming you back down and watching you moan. he keeps up the brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours until soft uh uh uh's from between your lips and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

"someone ought to teach you some manners," he hisses, admiring the way your cunt swallows his cock with every thrust. your juices gush around him as you clench, arousal overcoming you with each roll of his hips. a calloused hand reaches between your two bodies to rub circles on your clit, and Aizawa watches with practiced composure as you begin to crumble above him.

"feels s'good sir," you slur, leaning down to bury your head in his neck as your cunt squeezes around him. "m's'close," you shiver, and Aizawa nods before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"i know baby, i know. you can last a little longer f'me, can't you?"

you nod, breathless and teary eyed as he increases his pace, hips snapping against yours impossibly harder than before. the pleasure is mind numbing, and you arch into him as your clit pulses beneath his thumb. nimble fingers continue to stroke your pearl as his free hand crawls up between your shirt to palm your bouncing breasts. he squeezes a nipple between two fingers, watching as your brow furrows in pleasure.

"p-please, 'm gonna cum, i can't hold it any longer-"

"you're going to wait, or i'll stop," his voice is threatening, and you shiver at the thought of him pulling away. Aizawa notices, he always does, and leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. his demeanor switches to be more comforting, almost confescendingly so, as tears begin to form at your waterline, the pleasure becoming all too much to handle.

"c'mon, baby, doing so good f'me, just last a little longer, hm?"

you whimper, and Aizawa's cock twitches inside you. he lets out a low string of curses and his pace picks up, signifying that he's just as desperate as you are.

"c'mon, honey, we'll cum together, okay? you still with me?"

you nod, moaning desperately as he continues drilling his hard cock into your cunt. the burning pleasure in your gut is practically unbearable, and his fingers, which had momentarily paused, return to circling your clit. his ministrations push you over the edge, and he nearly growls in your ear as you cum undone.

you tighten around him like a vice as your orgasm washes over you, and Aizawa twitches inside you once, twice, three times before his own orgasm overtakes him.

"shit, fffuuck honey," his hips jerk up against yours involuntarily, and he continues thrusting for a few more seconds, prolonging both of your orgasms' until overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

"A-aizawa, s'too much!"

"you can take it," he grits his teeth, pressing you down harder against his length. his pace is unrelenting, and your eyes roll back as every nerve in your body seems to light on fire.

"hngh! can't!" you mewl, tears now streaming down your face. Aizawa groans at the sight, his cock still impossibly hard. he can't deny that your tears only turn him on more, and he thrusts into you with a new purpose- he wants to see you sobbing. of course, Aizawa wants nothing more than to comfort you and keep you safe... but your whiny voice and tear stained cheeks make his cock throb.

"aw, don't cry," he murmurs, voice low and husky. "just give me one more, yea? you can do that f'me?"

"o-okay," you mewl, already feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again.

"yea, look at you, s'good f'me, my pretty little darling," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks. "you close already?"

"mhm!" you nod frantically, nuzzling into him as he chuckles.

"go on baby, you can cum," he grunts, and you do just that. you fall apart on his cock, mewling and sobbing as pure orgasmic bliss consumes you. Aizawa comes undone at the sight of your pleasure, spurting his release deep inside you. the feeling of him filling you up only turns you on more, and you give a few more exhausted rolls of your hips before collapsing against his chest, purely exhausted.

"are you okay?" he mumbles, voice dry. he gently lifts you up from your position slumped against his chest to slowly pull out of your aching cunt. you whine at the loss, thighs trembling from overstimulation as his fat cock rests against your thighs.

"mhm, jus' tired... do you have any more shit to do?" you grumble, and Aizawa chuckles.

"i think the grading can wait for tomorrow."

you blink, looking up at him with a tired smile.

"so can we go home now?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

GRAHHHHHHHHHH HES SO FINE I NEED TO CHEW ON HIM

[barbies1shots]

I love the anon that asked for height & size difference for AOT

Can we get one with (your fav) but MHA

Love your writing 💕

hi anon! ofc, and thank you so much for reading<3

this is actually gender neutral, and chubby pups accepted!

���- exhibitionism(in the classroom), size difference, praise, established relationship, overstim, free use, featuring AIZAWA SHOUTA♡

Aizawa Shouta has never been a soft man. always stern and nonchalant. you, bringing him food during his office hours or during his lunch break always turns in the wrong direction. since he is the Underground Pro hero, always working day in day night. teaching his class in the day while fighting ruthlessly at night, he seems to have no time to himself. but he always seems to make time to fuck you inside and out..

he sat lazily in his classroom chair with his head tilted back, and you were sitting on top of him, straddling him as you shifted on his thick thighs. your knees dug into his muscles, and your hands clutched the clothing covering his upper body.

you were just trembling like a small pup. just turns out you just can't take him by yourself:( needing help from him.

you had just the tip nudged into your gummy hole and he grunted, a low sound coming from his throat and he gripped your pudgy hips. his veins bulging through his skin.

"Either you do it right, or dont do it at all."

he grunted and began to steadily push your hips down. he just kept going as your pleasure filled whines grew louder. omg, since he is just so big, it just feels like he's in your guts:<

you cry out sharply when he planted his feet flat on the ground and lifted your body weight, only to let gravity have its way and drop you back down on his lap. he bucked into you, his black hair falling over his shoulders as he groanes from the tightness- or the warmness, or even the softness of your cunt.

he shut out your cries, even when you tried to push his arms away from coming to wrap around you to jack hammer his hips into yours. he shut out your begs that he was 'too good!' or 'too big, m' cant do it anymore!'

:((

he mumbled about how good you feel, that you were just amazing to him and that you couldn't get enough. that he just wanted more and more from your spent body. dragging orgasm and orgasm from your trembling body.

the way he dragged his thick tip from the rim of your hole to punching your g-spot had literal tears cascading down your flushed cheeks. his arms wrapped around your waist, and they were just so big while he had you pinned to his sculptured chest.

lifting you up before dropping you back down to meet the buck of his hips. the round getting his chair sopping wet and his pushed down pants soaked in jucies and liquids.

Aizawa needed to get all his stress and frustration out, and he needed to use you. he just needed you.

he needed the way you cared for him, the way you were concerned over him. he needed your reassurance. he needs your mind, soul, and body.

and now, your fucked out brain, sopping hole and a drooling, dumb mess on his shoulder? what more could Aizawa Shouta ask for?

AHHHH!! Aizawa is my literal husband. thank you for the ask, anon!<3

also, i want mutals, add me guys, im not scary:(

@aizawasbarb

[icebearpopsicle]

⁠✧Baby Steps⁠✧

(Shouta Aizawa X G.N. Reader)

Warnings: Aizawa is 38 here, age gap (like it's 13 years), smut part is shitty and kinda rushed, excessive use of the word "as" because i literally cannot write, gentle dom, aizawa is kinda overbearing, dub con(?) jus towards the end though,

Word count: 2.3k+ words

Author's note: this is shitty but i hope you enjoy it ♡ ♡/ aizawa is out of character/ smut is bad cuz i am even worse at that sorry ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ/

You stretched your back, hands clasped behind your head, hearing the faint sound of your spine cracking against the support of your chair. It has been hours since you started scrolling, looking for a job, your palm sweaty from holding the mouse. A click here, a click there, and a scroll downwards, then upwards again. You had recently moved here after graduation, and while you were managing well initially, the high cost of your apartment and day-to-day expenses had become too much to sustain without a source of income.

You scrolled further down when the computer screen displayed some words that caught your interest:

Name: Shouta Aizawa

Age: 38

Requirement(s): Babysitter

Requirement Information: 2 kids

Salary: To be negotiated later on

Contact details: aizawashouta@gmail.com / XXXXX-XXXXX

Posted 1 hour ago

Okay, yeah, that was pretty brief, but the timing gave you hope that you might just get the job, so you clicked on his phone number and started typing away on your keyboard.

"Hello, I saw your post about wanting a babysitter and I was wondering if the spot was still free?"

You hit the send button and got up from your seat for the first time in hours for a small break. After about 20 minutes, you checked for a response and opened the chat again.

"Yes, it is. If you're interested, please come tomorrow at 8 am if you're available," followed by a link to his location.

A smile claimed your lips at the excitement of finally landing a job after so many tries.

When you saw his age, you definitely didn't expect him to be this... hot? Which father of two kids is this hot?

"Good morning. I believe you contacted me yesterday evening, yeah?" His smooth, deep voice is like music to your ears as you look at the sleep-deprived man towering over you. Rough stubble covers his face, his hair cascading to his shoulders, as his broad shoulders lean against the door frame.

"Oh... ah... yes, good morning. It was indeed me who contacted you... sir," you reply as he gestures for you to enter his house. You then take notice of his lavish yet cozy home, with toys scattered in the hallway. You both enter the kitchen, and he jerks his head toward a seat at the table with a low hum.

"Would you like to drink anything?" he asks, picking up his mug from the table as you shake your head.

"I am gonna be asking you a few questions and I need you to be honest with your answers." he commands, taking a seat opposite you. His black shirt puling slightly upwards, revealing his wrists as you give a simple nod.

"Firstly... What is your age?" He asks taking a sip from his mug.

"I am 25 years old.. sir.." You reply confidently however there is a frown on his face at your response. Was he... Upset? Afraid to loose this opportunity you quickly try and talk about your past experiences with kids as he interrupts you.

"No, it's not that I just hope you aren't lying about your age"

"Why... Would I?" You ask with a frown enveloping your face.

"I wouldn't believe you to be 18 with a face like that" He replies his tone rather blunt.

Ouch. His straightforwardness stinging lightly.

"Moving forward... do you party, drink or any of those stuff?"

"No, sir."

"Hmmm ... Fine, I suppose you can start working from today"

You give him a small smile as you mutter a small 'thank you'.

"Got any questions?"

"Actually yes! I was wondering where the kids might be so that I could ensure they're comfortable with me being around!!"

He gives a slight nod before replying his voice surprisingly gentle and low when talking about them "Yeah, they're sleeping right now. My eldest son; he wakes up at 9 and my daughter wakes up at 10:30." He gestures to a picture on the mantle showing a purple haired boy and grey haired girl laughing and playing together as you hear the faint sound of him taking a sip from his mug.

"They are so adorable." You gush smiling at their innocent faces. "And could I get some more information on what their personalities are like?"

"Hm.." he hums as he finishes the drink on his mug and sets it down on the table.

"Well my son is 9 years old, Shinsou that's his name, he doesn't warm up easily to people but he is quiet and usually plays with Eri or alone. Eri is my daughter she is 5 and quite literally the opposite of her brother, ahem.. she is talkative and quite sensitive. None of them are picky about their food, they eat anything that they're given and nor do they have any allergies.. and yeah that's about it.." He says rubbing his hands together and you can hear how rough and dry they are.

It had been two weeks since you started working in his house and only then you realised how often Shouta stayed away from home, any free time he got he would spend it with his children, taking them out for activities, cooking for them, playing with them, seeing how close he was with his son and daughter often left you with a smile on your lips at the close bond of the family. True to Shouta's word you could really see the difference in the way Shinsou would behave around you and around his father or sister and somewhere deep down you were a bit upset but you knew that all of this takes time and as long he was comfortable enough to have you around you were fine. But Eri on the other hand was absolutely adorable, she adored you and you adored her, say if you were watching Shinsou and Eri play it was Eri who would call you over and ask you to play with them. Aizawa on the other hand was always kind and formal with you sometimes even bringing takeaway for you, but whenever he was over you couldn't help but just look at his biceps the way they would bulge out from his shirt when he folded his arms, the way his hands would be disturbed with veins when his grip would tighten even in the slightest, and maybe.... Just maybe, you tried to catch his attention by wearing really short shorts or a tshirt that hug your body just at the right places.

But alas it was only you who kept drooling over him....

or that's what you thought...

You were seemingly unaware the amount of self control Aizawa had to practice just not to fuck you dumb on his cock.

It had been three months since you started working for him and you still found your gaze lingering on him for too long, initially it was at his face, then down to his broad shoulders, and then his chest, then it was further down to his hands and finally it was on his......

"Are you sad cuz papa isn't home today?" You hear the innocent voice of Shinsou behind you having counted your sighs since you woke up, which was according to him, around 32.

"No, no of course not Shinsou.. I am totally fine, just a bit tired" You lied, obviously you would. Why would you admit to finding Shinsou's father hot. Other than the fact that you want him to ruin you till you can't form any thoughts. And you definitely were sad that Aizawa was working till 9 pm that too on a Sunday.

Shinsou mumbles an "Okay..." walking away to colour his book that he had been previously doing before being worried about you. A few minutes after he had approached you, your face suddenly lit up as you realised that Shinsou was worried about you, you rushed up to him from the kitchen counter to the living room abruptly sitting down in front of him

"Are you worried about me Shinsou?" You ask excitedly your smile radiant. Shinsou earlier looking up at you looks away from embarrassment not replying, his ears turni red and you just couldn't help the aww that left your lips.

"Awww you're so cute!!" You squeal and your hand automatically goes to ruffle his hair and he doesn't pull away not this time and you realise that he has gotten comfortable with you, at that moment the door clicks open as Aizawa enters the house and peeks into the living room to see what the commotion was about.

"Papa!!!!" Eri squeals noticing her dad in the hallway as she runs up to him and Aizawa picks her up his voice gentle and soothing "Hey my love" He says kissing her on the cheek as she giggles from his stubble pricking her soft skin.

"Sup kiddo" Aizawa comes near you and Shinsou with Eri in his arms.

"Hello.." Shinsou greets him quietly as Aizawa bends down to ruffle his hair.

"All good?" Aizawa asks him and Shinsou nods as he goes back to colouring his book, Aizawa finally looks at you making your heart almost leap out as he gave you a small smirk "You seem happy, what's up?" He asks with a small groan as he puts Eri on the floor and she runs off playing "Shinsou let me ruffle his hair and he was worried about me!!" You reply excitedly your wide smile bringing a low chuckle from him.

"Oh yeah? What exactly were you worried about Shin?" Aizawa questions sitting down to look at what his son is colouring.

"(Name)-san was sad that you were working this late" Shinsou replies nonchalantly and you swear your eyes hadnt widened this much in your life, you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and Aizawa's eyebrows raise as he gives you a quick side glance before looking at Shinsou, he is about to say something when you interject denying strongly. "Shinsou!! I told you I was tired!! Thats not the case!!"

"Or, tired they say" He adds briefly, Aizawa doesn't even get the chance to say anything as you immediately get up picking up Eri and Shinsou taking them to their individual rooms ignoring any protests of Shinsou claiming how he was a big boy and he could stay up late, you argue with Shinsou for atleast half an hour before he finally agrees to sleep even though he was angry at you.

You head downstairs sighing and praying that Aizawa didn't pay much heed to whatever Shinsou said before as you head towards the living room to pick up the scattered toys and crayons only to be met with the sight of Aizawa sitting on the couch and while normally he isn't intimidating the way he sat with eyes closed, arms folded his right leg over his left reminded you of your father and his strict nature slightly intimidating you, quietly you pick up the toys glad that he fell asleep; as you picked the last of the toys you heard Aizawa's voice boom through making you freeze in your tracks "Still upset that I had work today?" You dont reply for a long time not trusting yourself to speak but when you do your voice is slightly shaky "No... No not at all.. why would I be.. you know Shinsou he just says whatever he wants..."

"Oh yeah? Does he?"

"........ okay well not ... Not exactly....."

You mumbel turning around to face Aizawa only to find him standing infront of you as looking down at your compared to his smaller form.

"Well then, answer my question."

You look away nervously chewing on your bottom lip, coating them pink with saliva, Aizawa tries to resist the urge to kiss you but fails as he grabs your face roughly pulling it closer to his, smashing his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and you can sense the sexual tension between you melting away.

You both pull free from the kiss, the room filled with pants, yours being much louder than his, taking in huge gulps of air.

You feel Aizawas arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

"My room or the couch?" He whispers in your right ear his voice sending shivers along your spine.

It had been an hour since Aizawa had been prepping you after finding out you were a virgin, where once it burned to even have a single finger of his inside you, now you could easily 4 of his fingers at once.

Yet, tears spilled from your eyes when Aizawa pushes his dick (just the tip) inside you as Aizawa kisses away you tears with soft coo's of 'just a bit more' 'you're doing so good baby' 'it's just a few more minutes yeah, we will start to feel good real soon' rubbing soothing circles in your back as you sink your face into his shoulder blades, his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils; finally after what felt like an eternity your hole sits down on his his dick as he gradually thrusts into you making you whimper and groan.

"So fucking good for me.. shit... Ugh... Fuck so tight, so fucking compliant.... Shit baby .. you feel so good"

You hear him praise you but you're barely able to register even a single word due to your muddled state of mind, your whines get louder, his thrusts getting more faster and rapid now. He hits a particularly sweet spot as you rise your head to scream at the pleasure coursing through your body "That's the spot is it." Aizawa grunts angling his hips to hit that spot, chortling at your desperate and meek attempt to push him away.

"Cum... Sh...shit... Gonna cum... Fuck..."

"Yeah? Gonna come for me? Gonna come from this cock fucking you stupid?"

You nod your head frantically chanting a mantra of 'so good's', orgasm coursing through your body, your body trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm as you lay limp against his chest.

After what feels like a few minutes you feel Aizawa thrust into you making you whine from the overstimulation

"Cant... No... No please... Hurts..."

You try to push him away only for him grab your wrists with his hand behind your back as he increases the pace of his thrusts

"I am yet to come baby, just a few more rounds 'kay?"

[star1ight0]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Warm Hands". Period comfort!

I died today exams are coming up and my body decided that I must suffer, endometriosis is no joke. PERIOD COMFORT.

Katsuki was never one for comfort, partly because he never really got it himself so giving it was like standing in cold water. The first time you and Katsuki were together during your period you kept to yourself not wanting to bother him with your mood swings.

He quickly caught on blowing it off as you having an off week. The second time around he was a little more observant noticing how you got more upset over simple work and how you seemed to always have a stomach ache in class.

One Ill fated day you ran out of pads quickly running to Momo giving her a knowing look, she handed you her bag as you ran off. That was only the start of your shitty day. The pills you took to kill your cramps had worn off so now you're suffering in class. Things took a turn for the worse after lunch when whatever the cafeteria food seemed to kill your stomach.

Back in class holding your stomach you left for the bathroom holding your stomach as your lunch betrayed you. After a few minutes of suffering on the bathroom floor, apparently Aizawa felt the need to send Momo to check on you. She helped you up and to recovery girl, not that she could do much but let you rest.

After class Katsuki made his way to the nurses office, seeing you curled in a ball with a bottle of pain killers next to you "The hell happened to you?" He spoke in a rather mean tone but you could still feel the sincerity of his words "Cramps" you said sitting up wrapping your hands around his waist. After a few minutes you grab his hand and get up.

He walks you back to your dorm letting you lean most of your body weight on him most the walk there. Not having any food in your system you felt your body weaken using what little energy you had to lay down. Katsuki watches you curl in a ball a soft yet concerning look still ligers. "I'll make you some soup. Don't die while I'm gone" he says gruffly placing a kiss on your head

When he returns he has a tray with soup, some warm tea and chocolate? You look up at him a bit confused "Why the chocolate?" You say still slightly dazed. "Im not a complete moron.. plus I ran into Momo and she told me" he says the second half is almost incoherent.

You look up at him with a smile holding his rather warm hands to your cold ones. The blissful moment is rudely interrupted by the feeling of a cramp in your lower stomach. Clenching your stomach holding back the tears that had been compiled caused by the many cramps and stress of the day.

A slight groan manages to escape your lips as you feel the side if you bed sink in next to you. Not saying anything you feel your boyfriend pull you towards him. "Where does it hurt" he says avoiding your slightly confused gaze you place his hands on your lower stomach leaning into his touch.

One main up side of Katsuki's quirk was his body radiated more heat then the average person, more so in his hands. "Thank you" you say slowly dozing off.

When you awake you feel your boyfriend's hands still wrapped around you. You walk to the bathroom taking care of yourself. When you come back Katsuki is still asleep so you crawl back on the bed laying in his lap.

The day continues with one similar to the one before.

Sorry this one was a little weird and shorter than I wanted. I'm tired, sick and sleepy but wanted to write this.

Requests are open!

[kuwkedits]

💥Bakugou Sibling Sunday💥

Sometimes ynie is the problem sometimes all they need is their snack and their tv show

Tags: Bakugou Siblings💥 / Comedy🎭

⚠️CW: Blowing things up

📍Authors Note: I’m posting this as my neighbors are fighting (at least it sounds like they are there’s periodic aggressive yelling) maybe they also need their night time snack and bed time tv bc boy or BOY did I need it

[adabird]

-MHA TEACHER’S + HERO’S

-PREFERENCESES + HEADCANNONS

Within the following story, there may be PROGRESSIVE or NSFW moments. Please be aware, you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

MDI

I was thinking about doing like LOV members preferences and headcannons!

ALSO thinking about writing singular headcannons for mha teachers? LET ME KNOW!

SHOTA AIZAWA - ERASERHEAD

-THICK THIGHS-

Shota is really into thick thighs.. He especially gets feral after a long day at work, when he’s come home to see you in panties and his t-shirt.. because you ‘missed him too much’ while he was away.. He’s always taking the seat next to you, needing and squishing your thighs while he talks. He also enjoys it whenever you sit infront of him, facing him while you drag your stocking clad feet up his legs.. Drives him ABSOLUTELY insane whenever he’s driving and you take one of his hands, into one of yours placing it on your thighs while caressing one of his fingers. And don’t even get started when you start to feel a little insecure. PAL. HE LOVESSSS your thighs so NO, he’s not going to leave you and he doesn’t want you to change. AT ALL!! you’re his baby ❤️

HAZASHI YAMANDA - PRESENTMIC

-BUBBLE BUTT-

Hazashi is freakyyyyy. Like, he’ll invite you to his studio while he’s recording, just to have you sit on his lap. shh you can’t make any noise though! He loves to look at your butt, admiring you, telling you that ‘it was looking at him first’ that’s why he was practically eye-fucking you.. (WOW MB) Anywho! He also loves pinching your butt whenever you two are in elevators, walking up stairs, standing next to each other, literally anytime.. He’s always on you or touching you, even in non-sexual ways. He’s just that kind of person, and that’s how he shows his love for you ❤️

TOSHINORI YAGI - ALLMIGHT

-TINY BOOBS-

Toshinori really has a size kink. LIKE. No matter how gigantic your jugs are, or how tall you are, you’ll look small standing next to him. And he also really has a thing for hands 😻.. LIKE! He’s always guiding you through walkways or hallways with a hand on your shoulders.. If you ever have makeout sessions he’s sure to lift you up, having you stratal his hips while he pushes you up to the nearest wall. AND BRO. I really feel like he has a secret wife/husband. AKA YOU. You would walk into U.A., going to his office to find him becuase ‘he forgot his lunch this morning’. It was really just a plan to have all his kids meet you. He’s also the one to get really horny really easily!! Especially if you run your hands through his hair..❤️

NEMURI KAYAMA - MIDNIGHT

-LIPS-

GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. She’s always got some part of her, touching you. She’s the type of person to just sit there and admire the way you talk, watching as your lips change shape to form whatever story you’re telling at the moment. She loves watching the blush crawl up your neck after she crashed your face into hers, pushing you to make out with her. She also gets jealous really easily, which causes her to constantly grab at your hips and neck.

RUMI USAGIYAMA - MIRKO

-ARMS-

OKAY! Rumi is definitely the dominant one in the relationship.. She has a thing for arms, but her own..? Like she loves wrapping you into hugs, tugging you into her like a pillow. She’s also really into your confidence.. The number one thing she enjoys to do with her arms would probably be pushing you up a wall while making out. It gets you both really turned on and gets the situation all steamy.. Before the two of you started your relationship, and were ‘just friends’ she was really into cornering you in the bathroom stalls, before making her way to kiss up your neck. (IN A CONSENSUAL WAY!!!) ❤️

TAMAKI KEIGO - HAWKS

-HIPS-

Keigo is really like a bird, so when his ruts come up, he has to consider your body, in terms of, ‘are you able to hold his baby’s’ ‘are your hip’s wide enough’ ‘are your hips narrow enough’ ‘do you want little birdies’? all really good questions. But he really loves to hold and to kiss your hips. Whether they’re wide, narrow, or if they carry love handles or not.. He doesn’t care! He loves YOU and your body, no matter what! He’s definitely always searching for your validation, and he’s always grooming himself to your standerds.. He makes sure you take care of yourself too , and are always feeling comfortable in your own skin..❤️

TAISHRIO TOYOMITSU - FATGUM

-TUMMY-

GAWD!!! My man, my man.. OKAY! Taishiro is really all about body positivity, and imidetly attracted to someone with a funny personality. Personally, I believe he tends to find chubby, and thicker people more attractive! But, he does go for personality!!! So dont be discouraged! He really likes laying on your tummy, and squeezing it.. He makes sure you love your body too! and makes sure you feel confident in your own skin! He eats a lot, and so will you.. But he also makes sure that you feel safe whenever you go out. He’s definitely the type of walk on the outside of the sidewalk, and the type to take the seat faced by the door in case of any attacks! ❤️

I hope you enjoyed! And PLEASE!!! Message me any ideas for any MHA characters you would like to see!! I don’t judge!

Later tonight I will be releasing a Monoma x Reader reaction! So stay tuned!

- ONIE OUT!

[elyrch]

Shota Aizawa x reader headcanons...

a/n: YEOWW hes HOT!!!

okay, i don't think this guy does anything other than work and sleep. he's pretty busy, with the school, plus his hero work. he doesn't really get out much, either- he's usually too tired to actually be social or he's busy.

he doesn't really know how a relationship works. sure, flowers, chocolate, presents, dates, but he doesn't know what he should do if you're having a nightmare. he's a very fast learner though, so just tell him! he'd be happy to snuggle or give you time alone if you want it!

he talks in his sleep. i don't know why but i think he says the most insane shit while he's sleeping. he doesn't sleepwalk, though- he just yaps for no reason.

he runs VERY warm. not even a thing with his quirk, it's just how he is. he's not the kind of warm that makes you sweaty, either- just a very soft cozy feeling. it's actually quite nice to snuggle with him, since he's a pretty good person to cuddle.

he's a pretty quiet talker. almost whispering as he asks you what you'd like for dinner, or how your day at work was. he just doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable with his voice- he, out of anyone, should know that loud people can be annoying, since he spends his time at work with loud teenagers.

he's not a wuss about confronting you if you're doing something that makes him uncomfortable. if he's feeling weird about it, he doesn't want you to think it's okay to do- so he just tells you straight up that it makes him feel bad.

he's an incredibly romantic partner, but not in the sense youre thinking. sure, he probably wouldn't book an entire restaurant for you to have dinner, but he would get takeout and move the dining room table into the living room so you could watch television while you ate. in this sense, he wouldn't get you overly grand presents- just little, yet very very personal, gifts.

he secretly loves when you braid his hair. do with that what you will

for nicknames, i think he'd call you a shortened version of your name. if you're doing a bit, he will use the most ridiculous names ever. sugar pie honey plum. sweetie pumpkin schnookums. he will win that war for sure

he doesn't blush. just doesn't. not really for any particular reason, it's just not something his body really does. if you do get him to blush, it's very cute (and he HATES it) so he tries to cover his face. don't let him!!!

scared shitless of horses. i don't know why he just is. maybe it's because it's so tall. or maybe it's because the domestic ones usually have big metal shoes. he just doesn't want to get kicked in the head.

absolutely puts stuff on the high shelf. says "what do you mean my sweet pookie bear? it's on a normal shelf" he's so damn mean

thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this one :] please reblog if you enjoyed it!!

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 15: Early Mornings w/ Shouta Aizawa

Word count: 2.2k, Gender-Neutral reader

The birds outside chirp softly with the crickets within the tallgrass. The world is silent as it arises from its slumber. The shuffling of a duvet inhabits the crisp air within the room.

There's a gentle sigh from your lover, the morning light filtering in and catching his tired eyes. As he slowly wakes, he looks over to you, still fast asleep beside him. A small, soft smile rests on his lips. He brings up a hand under the covers to brush a few locks of hair from your eyes, the touch light to not disturb you.

Slowly, he sits up, propping himself up against the pillows; watching you sleep with an almost content look in his eyes. His fingers brush along your cheek, tracing gently along the soft skin. He lets out a soft hum, enjoying the moment, and letting the quiet of the room fill the space between you.

You shuffle the lingering touch, clutching the pillow underneath you with a dazed grasp. A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he watches you, finding your movements and the sounds you make cute. He brushes a hand through his messy hair, pushing it back a bit, and glances over to the nearby clock; he had woken up a bit earlier than he usually did. He lays back down beside you, shifting closer so that he can press himself flush against your chest, one lean-muscled arm slung across you as he presses a soft kiss against the flat of your forehead.

A small hum emits from your lips, awakening slightly. “Hmm, Shouta..?” He smiles against your head, wrapping his arm a bit tighter around you. His hand rests lightly on your lower back, pressing in a bit, as he leaves a few more soft kisses against your skin.

"Good morning, darling" His voice was still laced with the remnants of sleep, the gravelly chords filling your ears like music.

You hum contently at his ministrations, running a hand up and into his wild black locs and giving a feather soft peck to his forehead.

He sighs lightly, shuffling to bury his head into your shoulder, his hair brushing against your skin. He can't help but smile at the affectionate gesture, closing his eyes for a moment.

There's a comfortable silence as he just holds you tightly against him, simply basking in the moment and enjoying the feeling of being close to you.

After a few moments, he lifts his head again, his eyes opening as he peers at you. His free hand, the one not resting on your back, moves up to brush the fallen hair from your face again, caressing your cheek gently with his calloused thumb. He lets out a soft hum, his gaze flicking to look at the clock once more.

He let out a quiet sigh as the clock mockingly looked back at him; it was a weekend, but knowing he had a patrol later that evening made his heart dim. He knew he should start getting up, but how could he with such an angel as you in his grasp? The thought alone makes him grumble internally, not wanting to leave just yet.

He turns his gaze back to you, still laying flush against him, smiling softly to himself as the thought of not being able to leave and go on patrol seemed more and more appealing by the minute.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the soft pinkish light casting in from the adjacent window. Your eyes finally met his onyx one. The sun coming in from behind him made him look ethereal, like a gift from heaven.

You bring your hand up from its resting place, landing it upon the patch that covered the scarred area around his right eye, tracing it with admiration and care.

His smile turns a bit softer, a bit more genuine, as he feels your fingers around the skin of his socket. He turns his head slightly, leaning into your touch with a content sigh. His own eyes flicker down, taking in your features in the soft morning light, a hint of warmth in his gaze. He lifts his head to kiss your fingertips one by one. An action he had found himself doing more and more as a symbol of trust.

“Mornin’, Sho” You grin, raking your hand through his scalp once more, pulling the strands out of his face just for them to sway back into place.

His hand, still on your back, slowly moves up and down in a soothing, repetitive motion, tracing patterns against your skin.

“Mornin’” He shifts slightly, moving even closer to you so that he can nuzzle against your neck again.

“How'd you sleep, love?” Holding him closer, you stifle a laugh as his hair grazes your sensitive skin.

He closes his eyes again, a peaceful expression crossing his features, and he lets out a soft sigh. "Better than usual." He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice still rough from sleep, but there's a soft tenderness to it. He kisses your shoulder again before speaking up again.

"Being with you makes sleeping so much better.” That was one of the highest compliments you think you could ever receive from the ever so sleepy man, it made you feel a warm feeling within your heart. “Same here. I think that was one of the best nights of sleep I've gotten in a while.”

He chuckles, knowing full well that he can't disagree with you; he slept better than he did on most nights too. "I agree. And I'm sure you've heard this plenty of times from me but, you're very comfortable to lay against." He smiles against your shoulder, pressing a few more light kisses against your skin.

You giggle, “Awe you're such a softy in the morning, Sho” A light flush crosses his cheeks at the description. He grumbles softly, nuzzling his head into your shoulder in an attempt to hide it. He lets out a quiet huff of breath before grumbling out in a slightly grumpy tone, although he's obviously not mad in the slightest. "I am not a softy. That's a ridiculous accusation…"

“Mhm, sure” You yawn, basking in the sunlight as you stretch out an arm towards the ceiling comfortably. He watches you intently, his gaze roaming across your form as you stretch. There's a small, amused smile on his lips as he watches you relax against him again. He brings the hand from your back up, resting it once on your head, gently brushing the hair from your face so he can look at you properly. Work was going to suck after this.

You glance at him once more, noticing his eyes soften but there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction behind them. You bring your hand up to the scruff growing along on his face, “Got patrol today?” His expression falters for a moment, a familiar frown pulling at the corners of his lips. He leans into your touch, the feeling of your hand against his cheek comforting in a way.He nods slightly, “Yeah. Later in the evening. I won't be gone too long, though..”

You nod in understandment before pitching up. “You wanna go out for breakfast or stay in?” He hums in thought, his fingers still gently brushing through your hair. He takes a moment to think about it, the idea of staying home with you sounds very appealing. "I'd like to stay in, if that's alright with you." You grin, secretly hoping that’d be his answer to such an early morning endeavor. “Of course” You smile softly, “I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Would you wanna start the coffee?”

He smiles in return, nodding and giving you a soft squeeze before loosening his hold on you, letting you get up. He watches as you go, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but it doesn't last long. He gets up as well, ruffling his still mushed hair as he heads to the kitchen to start up the coffee maker.

He goes about starting the coffee, waiting patiently for the pot to be filled. In the meantime, he takes out various mugs and sugar and cream, setting them all out on the countertop. His mind begins to wander as he waits; thinking about the day ahead, the patrol in the evening, and even later in the night when he’ll be able to come back to your presence.

When the pot finally beeps, signifying that it's full, he takes out the full pot, pouring coffee into the two mugs and taking a hearty sip from his– black.

You finish up your morning routine, walking into the kitchen in just his shirt and some shorts, wrapping your arms around him lightly in a quick hug, “Thanks, Sho”

He feels your arms wrap around him turning to you slightly so he can look at you. His gaze runs over your form, eyes lingering on the sight of you in his shirt, and he can't help but smirk a bit at the sight before returning to his normal deadpan mantra. He brings up a hand to brush some of your hair behind your ear. “Of course, darling”

You hum and make your coffee how you like it, then taking a deliberate sip, enjoying the hot beverage. You put it onto the counter and begin making a quick breakfast.

He watches you intently, leaning against the counter as you go about making breakfast, taking the occasional sip of coffee as he watches everything you're doing. There's a warmth in his gaze as he looks; a sense of calm and comfort in the domestic nature of the situation. It's not until the smell of the food cooking floats through the kitchen that he snaps out of a slight trance, his attention focusing solely on you once more.

“Could you grab some bowls for us please?” Your eyes dont leave the food as he absentmindedly nods, taking a final sip of his coffee before setting down the mug. He walks up to the cabinets, grabbing two bowls and setting them down next to you. He stands behind you for a moment, watching you over your shoulder, before wrapping his arms lightly around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You smile, patting the rice into both bowls and topping it with the cooked egg, along with some of your preferred toppings. You pass him his bowl, leading into the living room as the two of you sit next to one another comfortably on the couch. The sun was still rising, casting a warm orangey-pink glow into his living room.

Shouta had always been a minimalist. It's just how he preferred to live and honestly you admired it in all of its cleanliness.He shifts slightly so that he's sitting just a bit closer than before, your thighs pressed lightly together. He can't help but enjoy this closeness, as he rarely gets to experience moments like this– especially mornings when he usually had work at UA.

The silence of clinking and eating had come to an end after a little, with you finishing first, settling your bowl onto the center table. Another wave of sleepiness hits you; It seems the food only made you feel more relaxed and homely as you curled into his side, “Good idea to stay in… I think I'm still a bit tired.”

He smiles softly, setting his own bowl down as well. He wraps an arm gently around your shoulders, pulling you closer, resting his head on top of yours. "Good idea indeed. I think I'm a little tired too.. Might as well get some more sleep in before tonight." You chuckle, “You’re always a little sleepy, Sho”

He grumbles a bit under his breath this time. He doesn't deny it, though, knowing full well you’re correct. He rubs his fingers against your arm lightly as he holds you against him, a small pout now on his face. "I suppose that's true…"

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, the morning quiet and peaceful. The sun continues to rise outside, casting a warm glow into the room. Shouta continues to hold you against him, his eyes closed and listening to the sound of your breathing as you rest against his side.

He lets out a small sigh, the small pout slowly dissipating from his face as a calm expression takes its place. Although the scars and bags under his eyes mark his face harshly, he looks almost peaceful. A small string of words leaves your lips as your face stays buried within him.

He opens his eyes, eyebrows furrowing a bit. He turns his gaze downward a bit, looking down at you. "Mmm… What was that, love?"

“…. I love you”

A smile crosses his lips at your words. He tightens his hold on you ever so slightly. He gives you a slight squeeze and hums quietly, his voice still low, "I love you too, darling…"

One of his arms stays wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, while the other lifts up. He brings it up to your face, gently brushing the strays hairs from it and tucking it behind your ear. He lets his fingers linger against your skin for a moment, tracing gently over the soft flesh of your cheek, before letting his arm lower back down again. He finally leans his head against yours, closing his eyes again and simply enjoying the quiet moment as the world slowly awakes outside.

[puppyguppy]

You've been down this damn aisle way too long. Despite not having actually checked the time, you just know it. You can feel it. You've seen others come and go; grab what they need, like a pillow or some new sheets, then leave. But not you. Since apparently, choosing a new mattress has solidified itself as a life or death sort of situation inside of your head. It shouldn't have been this hard -- wouldn't be this hard, if you hadn't seen the sale going on. They're offering the next size up for the price of the next size down. So, like -- you could get a king, for the price of the queen you'd come here for. You've almost always had a queen, at least since being a teenager. And a queen is fine, a queen is good, just enough space for you to roll around some, pick a cooler side if need be, with a corner or two left open for the pet you might actually own someday. All in all, a queen is perfect, so really, there's no need to upsize. You've never even considered it until now. It just seems kind of stupid to turn down such a deal. More comfort, for less? But then...you'll need new sheets. A new comforter. A new duvet. Hell, might as well just get a whole new set for the whole new mattress, right? And, it doesn't make much sense to put old pillows on a new bed, so -- "They never tell you that beds will be one of your biggest battles in adulthood." You jolt, startled out of your spiraling thoughts by a deep, rich mumble. You hadn't noticed the man you've been sharing the aisle with for...gods, you hope it wasn't long. Long enough for him to piece together the puzzle of your struggle, though. You shake off the little scare with a laugh, the feeling only lingering in the goosebumps down your arms. "It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I came here with a plan, believe it or not." The stranger hums, and while he seems to peruse the options, you take a quick few seconds to, well. Peruse him. Tall, dark, and handsome is the gist. Wavy hair thrown half up his head, like maybe he'd been in a hurry, or working out, or just woken up. A bit unkempt, but not unattractive. Stalky, scruffy, and decked out in all colors almost black despite the season. At least they seem loose, everywhere except for where his hands are shoved into his pockets, straining the fabric slightly, and you can't help but wonder -- "One should always have a Plan B. Even maybe C through Z." You laugh again, because really, this is ridiculous, and you should just grab the goddamn bed you'd come here for. Mattresses shouldn't require complex mathematics, an entire alphabet's worth of backup plans, or the entire length of the human emotional spectrum. "Yeah, yeah," you huff, now a bit embarrassed. You're a grown ass adult and yet you feel like you've just been scolded by a highschool teacher or something. "The sale just caught me off guard. I don't want to regret it if I just settle for a queen and miss the chance. Besides, if I get a king and don't like it, I can always just return it, right?" The man shrugs. "Or you could save yourself the trouble. It's not like your room is big enough for a king." You laugh for a third time, because oh, oh my god, he's right. Here you've been fretting and stressing (and honestly? sweating) over beds, when really, there was never a choice. There was just the illusion of choice. You got excited over a sale, about the possibility of an upgrade, and completely forgot about the very real dimensions of your bedroom. And why you've stuck with a queen. "Fuck, you're so right. I couldn't possibly fit a -" You stop. You stop and blink. Because he is right. The goosebumps from just minutes ago shoot straight down to your toes. You swallow, saliva thickening in your throat like cement. "...How do you know that?"

[astr-venus]

｡⁠☆Without Me｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Cw: no use of y/n, mention of possessiveness, no pronouns for reader

"Would you get remarried if I died first?"

The question came out of nowhere, at least for Shouta. Honestly, one moment you're sharing a domestic mutual silence, and the next you're practically giving him a heart attack. He knows on your end the question had probably been rolling around in that head of yours for a while, and you would think with how often you blurt random things like this he would get used to it.

The hand he was using to grade his students papers awkwardly jerks down the paper, leaving a thin line of pen down the whole worksheet. He doesn't have it in him to give much attention to the mistake, his brain flying a mile a minute to process what you asked him. He doesn't even look up at you for a few moments. His eyes are glazed over, seemingly in deep thought, but knowing him it's something more surface level and obvious.

"That wouldn't happen." Shouta says definitively.

"But if it did-"

"It wouldn't."

There's a tick in Shouta's damaged eye, a compulsion he hasn't been able to shake off since getting the scar under it. The twitching alerts you to the genuine frustration your question causes him, and with him being a prohero you can kind of understand why, but you want an answer. Whether there's a right or wrong one is yet to be seen, but you can't drop the conversation without letting your curiosity be satiated.

A heavy silence lingers. Shouta fills it with a world wary sigh before turning back to his papers. He clearly assumes the subject will be dropped, he should know you better by now.

"I'd want you to remarry, or at least find love again." You murmur. "I wouldn't want you to be lonely without me."

Shouta doesn't reply, but his hand is still. There's no grading or absent minded scribbling. Even with his eyes on his papers his focus is still on you.

"What about me, would you want me to remarry?"

He grimaces. You laugh at his disgusted face.

"I have mixed feelings."

Shouta doesn't elaborate and you nod, understanding him. You understand he wants the best for you, and you also understand that he hates the thought of you with someone else. Shouta will deny that he's a possessive man till the day he dies, he somehow genuinely believes his amount of control freak is normal and healthy.

You gave up on this argument a long time ago to save your sanity. It's probably for the best.

"I don't want you to be alone but..." He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, his nose ever so slightly scrunched under the hand running over his face. You've become well acquainted with Shouta's Deep Thoughts Look™ over the years, it's not hard to stay quiet and let him sort through his brain. "You can marry Hizashi, or Nemuri."

You snort.

"You may not under any circumstances marry Vlad. If you love me at least a little bit you won't even think about falling in love with him."

You cover your laugh with a cough, doing your best to take your husband seriously.

"Wow Shou, that's two whole options, that's quite generous of you."

He glares, eyes flashing red for just a second before he closes them again. He doesn't even bother to dignify you with a response.

"I'll make sure to let Hizashi know that he's my God husband, and Nemuri that she's my God wife."

Shouta groans, now placing both hands on his face.

"Uhg. Please don't."

Thinking about erasermic/you poly relationship. It's somewhere on the horizon as well as some stuff with prohero!Deku, mystic messenger stuff, and some OCs... Hmm I also have an idea for Dabi. Maybe lemme know which one you want to see first so I know what to prioritize

Oh, Navigation post coming soon as well, just working out a few kinks

｡⁠☆Requests open

[nanqmies]

On patrol | Shota Aizawa

cw: slight somno?? (you're half asleep), watersports, cockwarming, groping, soft sex, anal, dacryphilia, spit as lube, consent is not verbally stated but it is consensual, amab!reader , very short, i think that's all?

wc: 0.4k

a/n: posting a little zawa drabble cause i am so thirsty for him ♡... i have some stuff in the works currently, maybe a full fic of aizawa and a pantalone fic as well.. i have classes starting soon so i will be busier.. i hope to be more active ^^ anyways please enjoy my work!~

nsfw under the cut~

Going on patrol was always Aizawas least favorite part of the day, walking around and surveying the area and alleyways for crimes or suspicious activity. The most he'd see on a good night is a pathetic criminal stealing a purse, those would at least keep him on his toes. His mind always drifted to the more pessimistic thoughts when he was sneaking around the area late at night, but his mind was in a different place because of his little situation…

He's irritated and uncomfortable in his heavy outfit. His bladder is painfully full, it’s late, almost midnight while he checks the streets for petty villains. He’s bored, his mind is only on you. It wouldn’t hurt to check on you right? He knows you're usually asleep at this time but he needs to see you.. He’s close enough to your shared apartment to check on your well-being.. only for your safety of course. Quietly pushing the window up and climbing through.

You’re dressed in one of his old shirts, half asleep watching TV in the bedroom. You catch sight of the man and welcome him early, leaving a soft peck on his cheek. Aizawa groans, pushing you on the bed on your stomach. Lifting up the hem of your shirt and squeezing the flesh of your ass in his palms, “Shou? What are you doin'” Your voice is muffled in the sheets, he kisses your neck slowly leading down to your shoulder blades. He says nothing, shimmying out of his pants and boxers, rubbing his tip against your ass. Spitting on his cock as lube and hastily forcing his shaft in. Shouta sighs loudly, his long black hair starting to stick to his forehead as he takes you from behind. Your hips bucking against his, sinful sounds leaving your lips. You’re on the brink of tears, sniffling each time his cock enters and leaves your ass over and over again. The stretch burns but you can’t help but beg for more.

Aizawa seriously thinks he can’t hold it in anymore, you’re squeezing him in so nicely almost tempting him to let go, how could he not when your moans are so adorable, easing him on more, the burning feeling near his stomach is near impossible to ignore. Shouta holds your hips high, shoving his cock in as deep as he can, the dam holding his bladder bursts as he groans loudly, warmness washes over you. Emptying his hot piss in your ass… Your breathing slows down, comfortable with the fullness inside you, he presses a palm against your tummy, rubbing the area gently. His cock softens inside, plugging up the warm gift he gave you from spilling.

“Hm,, feel good?”, you nod blissfully, the feeling of being so full pleasurable. He cuddles your body against his, kissing your shoulder.

Maybe he should buy a plug for next time.

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[homos-in-training]

Incorrect MHA-55 (DadzawaxReader)

Y/n: [in Izuku's dorm lying face down on the bed] and then I called him dad

Aizawa: [to Present Mic while trying not to cry] and then they called me dad!

[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!!

[im-notbean]

Dating Aizawa Headcannons

Requested by: ☆M E☆

Fandom: My hero academia!

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・Aizawa definitely has a shit ton of money, but he doesn't flaunt it.

・So he likes to spoil you...a lot...it's becoming a problem.

・Aizawa loves cats, so he has a ton of them!

・His cat's names are butterscotch and biscuit,

・Butterscotch is a calico cat, male.

・Biscuit is a black cat, also male.

・Aizawa can't really cook, he can, but not well

・Take-out is a regular meal for him

・So please, cook for this man. He deserves it

・Aizawa may not seem like it, but he loves it when you play with his hair

・Also when you trace his abbs...he goes fucking fearal.

・Aizawa is a sucker for puppy dog eye's, give him one of those and he'll be your good boy for the rest of the day

・Aizawa never sleeps, we all know that, but force him to sleep in a low dominant voice...he will

・Aizawa's favorite names for you are: Darling, Sweetheart, Baby, Babe, and Cutie

・Aizawa when he comes home from UA wants nothing more to take a nap, eat, and ask you about your day

・You definitely have snuck into UA in the sleeping bag, you both probably were sleeping the whole clas

・Sing. This. Man. To. Sleep. Even if you sound like a dying chihuahua he doesn't care, he's probably heard worse from hies students

・If you're a pro hero, he definitely "forces" you to come to his class one day

・Aka when he tells his class that you two are dating, that was certainly a fun day

・Aizawa sleep talks. He does, and it's very funny to you

・Aizawa swear a ton.

・Like when he stubbs his toe, he doesn't do the simple "fuck-"

・It's more of "God fucking- shit- damn it-"

・Remember when I said Aizawa has a shit ton of money?

・Aizawa probably has a sports car and takes you on a ton of star gazeing dates.

・Aizawa Shota. He gets jealous so god danm easily.

・Talking with Mic? Aizawa has hia arm around you.

・Miss Joke trying to joke with you? Aizawa is glaring at her the entire time.

・Aizawa isn't exactly a people person, if you are he's definitely cuddled into your side the entire time.

・And if your not? Then when you two are forced to have interaction you guy's wont talk until someone else does first

・Aizawa is either a chest or thigh guy

・Aizawa think you can handle your own but if you get hurt seriously then he babies you for your recovery period.

・Aizawa rarely answers his phone, you need to call him like 7 times before he picks up the phone

・But when you don't answer him? He gets so scared that your hurt or don't love him anymore

・Did we mention that he needs to be told you love him, just to be sure your not thinking of leaving him

・Still he's a sweetheart and a pretty good boyfriend~

・10/10 would recommend!

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