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Dadzawa Prompt

Izuku *walking as quietly as he can down the stairs*:

Aizawa *who's been sat in the kitchen for an hour after not being able to get to sleep*: Come on kid, tell me all about it.

If it's okay, could you maybe write hcs for aizawa comforting his younger sibling who's having a panic attack? (Maybe they're in class 1-A if that's not too much?) Thank you so much!!

ooo interesting,, of course!!

sibling panic attack headcanons with:

aizawa shota

gn!reader :)

it happened while everyone was working on a group project

Aizawa decided to take this time to curl up in his sleeping bag

no one knew the two of you were siblings by the way as you didn’t want them to think that you were getting special attention

so when someone said something that triggered something in you, you looked down and tried to breathe

you weren’t sure where this would lead to but now was the worst possible time

you couldn’t rely on your brother, not in front of everyone

you didn’t want to disturb him from his sleep either

but as time passed, it felt like it was only getting worse

you could feel your throat tightening, fearing that someone would ask you a question only for you to answer with a croak

your vision was starting to blur and you sat up from your seat, leaving the class without excusing yourself

hearing your name being called out, Aizawa’s eyes snapped open and looked at your empty desk

you wouldn’t have just gone to the bathroom, you would’ve told him like a regular student would

that meant that this was something else

trying to not look to worried, Aizawa told the class that he’d be back

he went to the girls’ bathroom first and called out your name from outside the door

he couldn’t hear anything but he didn’t want to waste his time by looking outside either

he had to get to you as quickly as he could

you generally hid in bathroom stalls but normally, he could hear your sniffles or your breathing

after knocking again to no response, he set for outside

and there you were, knees pressed to your chest on a bench, your face hidden 

Aizawa gently approached you and softly said your name

“y/n..shh..I’m here, it’s ok. no one’s watching. come here”

your face peeked out and seeing that he was right, you quickly hid your face in your brother’s arms

for a few minutes, he just let you clutch his shirt, feeling your tears dampening it

the whole time, he made sure that you could hear his own steady breathing to guide you

“y/n, do you think you’d be able to go back to class?”

this was a dilemma for you

you didn’t think you could go back in there with red cheeks and puffy eyes but you didn’t know if your brother would usually let students take the rest of the day off like this

but he said, “it’s ok if you can’t. you’re a good student, y/n. no one will think anything.”

he was right

you weren’t one to slack off

no one would suspect that their teacher was your brother

he was just worried for you

and with that, you went back to your dorm

Aizawa didn't have to say anything to the class, your classmates were already worried for you and since he didn’t say that he went to check on you, they sent food and messages, hoping that you were alright

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a/n: hope this was alright!

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Flowers and Sunday Nights

Read part two here!

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Stinky drunk man who doesn't know how to back off, mention of a broken nose, Aizawa being a softie.

Word count: 1,483

Description: On a peaceful patrol, underground hero Eraserhead, finds himself meeting someone as beautiful as the flowers in her arms.

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Author's note: This really came out of nowhere, but I had so much fun getting into my feels🥺 I'm thinking of following up with a part two— let me know what you think!

••••

Aizawa loved Sunday nights.

After a full week of juggling his U.A workload along with his night patrols, with barely any rest in between, Sunday nights allowed him the chance to catch his breath. It’s almost as if Japan as a whole decided to take these chilly nights off and sleep in, which made the erasure hero’s patrols so much more bearable than usual.

Perched on a rooftop, he let himself breathe in softly, a long-awaited sense of peace filling his lungs as he rested his sore eyes just a moment. Cool currents of air swept his hair back, allowing his skin to catch the silver light of the moon as he tugged his scarf closer to his face in an attempt to shield himself from the cold.

Fluttering his eyes open, he let his gaze trail over the city, a part of him realizing how little he’s actually seen of it. Sure, he’s a hero who patrols the area every night and protects it with everything he’s got, but to him, it felt like this was his first time actually seeing it. The towering buildings that trapped starlight within their windowpanes, the slow rolling of clouds over the inky night sky, the soft sounds of a quiet life that he could only yearn for. It was all so familiar, but so new at the same time.

It almost made him smile.

Almost.

His head snapped to the side at the sound of a disgruntled voice, his brows pulling together in confusion before his mind could respond to what was happening.

“Hey, I told you to back off, you mouth-breather!” you shouted, annoyed, one hand pressing a bouquet of flowers close to your chest as the other slapped over the drunken man's face.

The man stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing darkly as your handprint revealed itself on his cheek. “You little brat! And here I thought we were having a nice bit of fun,” he snapped, tearing the flowers from your grasp before fisting your shirt aggressively, pulling a gasp out of your lips as the stench of alcohol reached your nose.

Aizawa didn’t wait to see what this scumbag thought he would do to you; he jumped from his ledge on the rooftop and landed a few feet away from you, ready to break the man’s hold on you. His eyes glowed red as he glared at the man menacingly. “Word of advice? Listen to a woman when she tells you to back off.”

 He was about to step in when the man’s eyes flickered to him for a brief second, giving you an opening to slam your knuckles into the bridge of his nose, a satisfying crack emanating from his nose. The hit you landed made his hold on you slip as he stumbled back and slipped on your flowers, tripping over his feet before landing on the cold ground. That was enough for Aizawa to trap the drunk in his capture weapon before knocking him out cold with a snarl on his lips.

“They’re ruined,”

The hero turned with a tilt of his head, watching as you gingerly knelt down next to the now-destroyed bouquet of flowers with a frown, your shoulders slumping in disappointment.

 He looked back at the man who was tied in his capture weapon, a low huff of amusement escaping his chest as he noticed the trail of blood that trickled down the man’s face. “You broke his nose,”

You looked up at the hero before flickering your eyes towards the very man who ruined your night. A glare settled on your eyes before you shrugged. “A small price to pay for ruining my flowers.”

That got a hum from Aizawa, his eyes twinkling with amusement before he knelt by your side, watching as you picked up the crushed flowers from the ground with a sigh.

“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to make his low voice as soft as possible as he looked at your hands, trying to see if you bruised up your knuckles when you threw that punch earlier. His dark eyes then settled on the flowers in your hold, a frown settling on his lips. “Who were the flowers for?”

You didn’t look away from the torn, colored petals you held when answering. “I’m fine— slightly pissed off, but fine.” A tired laugh shook your chest softly, the sound warm and inviting; Aizawa couldn’t help but smile. “And the flowers were for me, but I guess I can’t go a night without getting something nice for myself just to have it ruined.” Your tone was bitter–sad even– as you spoke.

That got a frown out of the erasure hero. He could feel your disappointment rolling off of you in waves, a part of him sympathetic towards you as his eyes flickered down to the assortment of flowers in your grasp. He eyed them silently, trailing over the soft hues of the petals that once seemed so gentle and alive.  

A single flower seemed to have survived being trampled over, its lovely, blossoming self almost shining in the moonlight in a way that could be described as angelic.

Softly, Aizawa picked it up in between his fingers, your eyes following him as he held it out for you. “Not all of them are ruined.”

The gesture was so small, so simple, yet there was something so gentle in it that it almost seemed intimate.

Your eyes twinkled with a new light as you gazed at the small flower in his hands, an awestruck smile curling your lips. “Yeah,” Taking in the hero’s face as you glanced up from his hand, a softer look flashed in your eyes.

His sore eyes seemed almost gentle as his gaze locked with your own, his hair gently pulled back by a soft breeze that tickled your noses. Even with his rugged complexion, he looked ethereal under the moonlight, a blossoming sense of peace making itself at home in your chest as the corners of his lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

He’s beautiful, you thought to yourself, your eyes widening as heat rose to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you accepted the flower from his hand, your fingers sparking with electricity as they graced his skin momentarily. “You’re Eraserhead, right? I think I’ve seen you around the area a few times.”

The hero looked down at his hand, his skin tingling where your fingers had brushed over. “Uh, yeah,” He shook his head softly, snapping himself out of a daze. “I patrol this sector every night.”

His eyes lingered on you as you nodded before standing up, tossing the crumpled flowers into a nearby dumpster while still holding the unscathed one in your other hand. His heart leaped to his throat when you turned to him with a smile. He followed your lead and stood up as you walked back to him, clutching the small flower close to your chest.

“Thank you, Eraserhead,” you breathed, your words heavy with a genuine sense of gratitude towards the hero.

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow at you. “For what? I believe you handled yourself decently— you basically did my job for me.” he mused, tilting his head towards the man who was still out cold in the clutches of his capture weapon.

Heat rose to your cheeks as his praise sunk in, making you dip your head in an attempt to hide your embarrassment from him. Shaking your head, you looked back at his dark eyes. “I, uh, thanks,” you laughed nervously. “But I mean thank you for the flower.”

The poor hero didn’t have a chance to react to your words before you gently cupped his face with one hand, pulling him close enough for you to tuck the small flower behind his ear, sinking the stem into his hair delicately. His breath hitched, his eyes wide as he told himself not to lean into the inviting warmth of your skin. His gaze followed your hands as you pulled away, his heart soaring as you looked at him as if he were the most beautiful man you’ve seen.

And for a moment, he let himself believe it.

“I hope we’ll meet again soon.” You smiled, waving him goodbye as you turned to go down the road.

He was stunned, at a loss for words. Part of him wanted to run after you, keep you there for a moment longer as he cursed himself for not even asking for your name. His eyes lingered on your retreating figure as you disappeared from his line of sight and merged with the night.

All he could do was bring his hand up to where your warmth still graced his skin, his fingers soon feeling the soft petals of the flower you planted in his hair. He smiled.

Aizawa really loved Sunday nights.

Spare dick ,please sir, just a crumb🙇🏽‍♀️🙌

Title : The end

Characters : Aizawa shouta/ gender neutral reader

Genre : angst/ imagines

Note : The events occur after the Jaku hospital raid.

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AO3

Okay but imagine..

Shōta is sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, a vacant look on his face. He has just lost an eye and a leg in the last battle, and probably the ability to use his quirk any longer.

He hears a commotion outside of his room before you storm in and stand a few feet away from him:

_ "Shōta, you're finally awake. I thought I lost you. You were unconscious for days."

You sob, still not believing that your man is finally back.

He says nothing, the vacant look still present on his face. You walk up to him and hug him lightly, careful not to disturb his fresh wounds. But he doesn't hug you back like he always does..

You pull away and look at his face, he says nothing..

You understand that what happened to him can be too much to bare, so you don't question him and simply smile reassuringly.

You lean in for a kiss, but before you could reach his lips, he speaks: "Leave."

You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide and a lump growing in your throat: "Shōta.."

He finally looks at you before continuing in the same monotone voice:

_ "It's over for us."

...What?

_ "I'm breaking up with you if that's not already clear."

...No it can't be. Is this a joke?

_ "To tell you the truth, I've never really loved you to begin with."

...That's not true, he's lying right?

_ "It took me a near death experience to finally realize that I don't want to waste what's left of my life with someone I have no feelings for."

You're trying to speak, to say anything, but your mouth is dry and your thoughts are foggy. You search his expressions for any signs of wavering but you find none.

He presses the nurse call button and asks the lady to escort you out.

You say nothing, you're unable to anyway. The only thing you can do is cry as the woman drags you outside.

Little did you know, his words tortured him more than they did you. He loves you too much that it made more sense to let you go than to burden your heart. Because in his own disturbed mind, he's not even half the man he used to be...

He breaks down right after you leave his room.

I may or may not have broken my own heart a little bit with this one.

After the first nigth :

Suggestive content and mention of smut but overall fluff!

Eraser Head :

You woke up on your lover chest, having for only view his morning face. Finding nothing better to do, you start touching his face, he looks so peaceful you can't help but smile. With your rigth hand you were touching his face, and with your left hand you were playing with his hair.

"Shouta?" You call his name over and over before he finally answer you with a groan and whisper something like : "...more...sleep...and...lo...you" and then goes back to sleep without forgeting to hug you thiger and put you closer to his body.

Look like he won't let you go.

Hawks :

Sadly you woke up alone. Hawks was already at work. But how could you be angry at his work. Sure he left but in front of you on the table you can see your favorite breakfast already prepared for you, nice and warm.

But before putting your two foot on the floor and eat your delicious food. Some of hawks feather start moving (did he left them on purpose?) Before thinking more they came your way and carried you to the bathroom, running hot water, removing your clothes and put you in the buble hot tub. One feather stroking your face before leaving by the window.

Being with Keigo his a real blessing.

Miruko :

"Babe!" You woke up, your heart pounding in your chest due to Rumi powerful and passionate voice who scared you first thing in the morning. Miruko was on top of you, eyes locked on you with a big smile.

She looked at you passionately for a good minute and then suddenly say to you :

"Im still horny!" Even with everything you did last nigth, she was still unsatisfied, she need more, she need you more, everytime if possible.

Mount lady :

You feel something on your face, so you woke up, Takeyama was playing wiht her own hair (putting them in your eyes or mouth, carresing your cheek with her hair).

She was looking at you, lovingly

"Eh Y/n" she said without stopping carresing your face, touching your nose then your cheek and finally your lips. She put her finger on your lips and indirectly kiss you.

"I was sexy last nigth rigth?" You choke on nothing at this statement

❦ A PIRATES REWARD

“you expected to fuck some guy in the bathroom at the halloween party, not get absolutely railed by someone you don’t even know”

cw: age gap, mask kink(?), choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

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When you're young and you finally get the taste of freedom that comes with showing your ID (the real one) to the bouncer, and instead of a stare down, you get a pleasant "enjoy your night", you tend to go overboard.

Dressed too skimpy for the weather, with the promise that alcohol will help you warm up, you and your girlfriends set your goals for the night. Get someone to buy you drinks, make it to the DJ booth, or hook up in the bathroom with someone you'll never see again.

A jaegerbomb or two, vodka soda, and whatever drink the guy next to you swore was worth it—you think it's a pornstar—and you were blinking with a drowsy smile on your painted lips as you looked around for someone of interest. Halloween was the perfect excuse to let loose and indulge in some wild, anonymous fun. As the night progressed, the music got louder and the crowd became more vibrant, making it the perfect hunting ground. With each drink, you felt a heat in your cheeks and between your legs that you wanted to indulge in.

"And what are you supposed to be?" You looked up at the man beside you.

From across the room, you noticed him in a black compression shirt, one that defined his obviously muscular arms and toned chest. He was tall, even from afar, dark hair that you could see pulled back into a bun, and a mask from a movie your tipsy mind barely recognized covering his face. He was mildly intriguing, and you admired him for a bit, but was only when he lifted it slightly to drink, showing off his sharp jawline and rough stubble, that you beelined for him.

You couldn't see his eyes looking down at you, but his deep, rumbling voice made you shiver. "A guy in a mask."

"Wow," you deadpanned with obvious sarcasm. "so creative."

He turned his head to you and leaned down a bit, and he asked, "Pirate?"

"Aye." You giggled with a curtsy, then nodded your chin at his drink. "What's that?"

"Rye and ginger," he held it out to you. "Want?"

You purposely brushed over the rings on his fingers as you took the drink. "You think I'd like it?"

"It’s a little hard, but sweet."

So you took a sip, eyes locked on his mask as you licked your lips to clean them off.

"I like the harder stuff," you said, and handed it back to him.

He lifted his mask to take a sip, unbothered by the lipstick smudge you left on the rim, then smiled slightly.

You decided that this was the guy. There's something about his nonchalant demeanour and the way he effortlessly hooked you in that had you wanting him in a less than innocent way. The fact that you didn't even know what he looked like only added to the excitement of wanting those gorgeous fingers inside you.

"Wanna take this somewhere else?" You cut him off from whatever he was saying, deciding you've done enough flirting.

"Well, aren't you an eager thing?" He chuckled a bit and took another sip of his drink.

You gulped, shamelessly checking him out as you started to feel the pulse of anticipation. When he finished off his rye and ginger you grabbed his wrist and led him through the crowd. Down the hall, there were a couple people loitering, probably trying to escape the loud music to have a more intimate conversation. The bathroom was even more deserted, and you thanked the fact that drunk people never wanted to leave the fun.

You immediately pushed him against the wall, not waiting for the door to close beside you, and your fingers clawed to his mask eagerly before his large hand wrapped around your throat to still you.

"Ah, ah, ah," he reprimanded you. "Didn't anyone teach you manners?"

You grinned, your lips instead going to his neck, where you playfully bit his skin. He let out a low growl, a mixture of pleasure and warning. His grip on your throat tightened slightly, this time not in caution, but as a reward.

"That's it, baby." He praised, and hooked his free thumb under the mask, pulling it off to reveal the most attractive man you've ever seen. Dark, tired eyes that looked at you with nothing but lust. He was obviously older than you, and the realization made you feel even more vigour at the thought of the pleasure he could give you that you never seemed to get from guys your age. His lips curled into a malicious smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race, as if you were the only person in the world that mattered to him in that moment.

You audibly whimpered, the heat between your legs intensifying as you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Distantly, there was a soft donk as he threw his mask to the ground and grabbed you, switching places to pin you to the wall instead. The rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you want to act out, but the firm grip he had on your throat had you compliant and submissive—only able to do what he wants. You had never been more happy to fall under the spell of some man, and you found yourself eager to accept anything he gave you. As the world around you faded into oblivion, all that remained was the intoxicating connection between your bodies and an insatiable desire.

Your leg hooked over his hip as you grinded into him, and he easily lifted you up, pressing his hard cock to your needy pussy through your clothes.

The noises of pleasure you made simply from making out and dry humping had him almost laughing.

"Such a cute little pirate." He growled and bit your ear. The hand around your neck moved to shove aside the fabric at your crotch and push two fingers inside you. "Already wet for me."

You squealed at the stretch, head hitting the tiled wall behind you as you threw it back.

"F-fuck." You whined and bucked your hips into him, too lost in the simple way he was giving you pleasure to care about how desperate you were being.

His skilled fingers continued to move inside you, hitting all the right spots and driving you wild. Even if it had just begun, no hookup had ever had you crumbling so easily, or had reduced you to a begging mess so skillfully. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as you surrendered completely to his touch, not bothering to hold back your cries.

Your legs started to shake, the pants you spilled out became high-pitched wanton sounds as you were about to cum; tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head knocked against the wall from you bucking into him. But before he could send you over into ecstasy, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you high, dry, and angry.

"What the fuc—!" You tried to scream, but he shoved his thick fingers down your throat. You choked instead as he laughed at you.

"Don't be a brat." He said. "Lick them clean, and I'll give you what you want."

You gagged as his fingers pressed against the back of your throat, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal. Reluctantly, you obeyed his command, tasting your own essence on his fingers as you sniffled. The thought of finally getting what you desired pushed you to comply, hoping that this humiliating act would lead to the release you craved.

As he pulled his fingers out with a pop, you were rewarded with the sight of his hand undoing his pants and releasing his thick cock. The sight of his harsh pink tip dripping with precum made your heart race, fueling your craving for him even more and making you wiggle impatiently as he lined up with your cunt. With a deep breath, you braced yourself for the pleasure that awaited, ready to surrender completely to his dominance.

He didn't go slow. He thrusted into you with a force that took your breath away, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body.

The hand that gripped the fat of your thigh to hold you up tightened almost unbearably as he hissed.

"Fuck, you're so tight, little pirate." He said, and you whimpered a bit.

There was no more time to waste as he pulled out and thrust into you again.

You felt each unbearable inch of his cock bullying its way into your gummy walls and stretching you out passed your limits. No man had ever had you gasping from simply fucking you, but each powerful movement sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. As he continued to pound into you relentlessly, you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing all sense of control.

Your noises started to get even louder and more shameless, and you couldn't imagine anyone outside the bathroom wouldn't be able to tell what was going on, especially coupled with the slapping sounds of his cock in your dripping pussy over and over.

His hand came up to your neck again, holding you back against the wall and cutting your airflow as he pumped into you. Your moans became choked gargles, and the lack of oxygen had you squeezing impossibly tighter around him, your own hand gripping his wrist to stabilize yourself as your eyes rolled back and your tongue fell out.

"You just go dumb, baby?" You vaguely heard his condescending voice. "Such a good girl."

The intensity of the moment heightened as he continued to fuck you, his words fueling your desire for him to have his way with you. Each thrust and restriction of breath only deepened your submissive state, pushing you further into a state of blissful surrender that you never wanted to give up. As his grip tightened and his pace quickened, you could feel yourself on the edge of cumming like you never had before, ready to be consumed by the ecstasy he pumped you with.

"Such a good girl." He repeated. "Maybe I should cum in your cunt as a reward for being so good."

The sound of his words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. You eagerly nodded, unable to form any coherent words as you yearned for him to fulfill his promise. You wanted everything he could possibly give you, in that moment, you wanted him to become yours. You wanted him to give you this pleasure over and over again. With each powerful thrust, you could feel the knot tightening, knowing that this release would be better than any one you've ever experienced.

As he continued to ravish you, you came without warning. Head spilling all thoughts from your mind besides the inexplicably pleasure you were feeling and this unknown man that has made you feel something you’ve never felt before. Without a doubt, this would be ingrained in your mind forever, but if the thought of that wasn't enough, the feeling of his hot cum spilling into a second later you would be. It overflowed from your cunt, staining your thighs with hot cum as you held him close.

The smell of sex and the wetness dripping down your hot legs brought you back to reality, and you just barely registered him setting you down onto the ground. Your wobbly legs couldn't hold you as you fell against his sturdy chest, still not in the right stated of mind as you panted and almost drooled against him. The man chuckled as he moved the fabric of your costume back to cover your pussy and keep all of his cum inside you. You whined and twitched when he patted your clit.

Then he gently placed you on the ground, and you were too fucked up to speak up and say that you wanted him to stay and at least hold you until your mind returned. The most you could do was weakly tug on his pants and whine, causing him to bend down and place a chest kiss to your forehead. As he walked away, a mix of emotions flooded your mind: a longing for his presence, a sense of vulnerability, and a lingering satisfaction from everything he gave you.

K𝗶TTEN !

ceo!aizawa x fem!reader (ft. mobster!toga)

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consenual sex, aged up characters, messy fic, reader’s living their best life, unrealistic sex, infidelity (shota & toga r cheaters), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected sex, squirting, using a gun as a sex toy, overstimulation, pet names (kitten, pretty & princess), dom!aizawa + sub!reader, dom!toga + sub!reader, and aizawa has cameras everywhere… ⛲️

+a/n: aizawa ft. toga ver. of an old jungkook ft. lalisa fic because… why not? also, this is only chapter 1 (chap. 2 deffo isn’t coming anytime soon though…). i have more things with toga and aizawa coming soon + a little pt2 drabble of the great kacchan will be out soon!

++ “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

aizawa grunts and throws his head back as he fucks into you with all he has. his fingers press his mark into the supple skin on your ass.

fap! fap!

you think the condom just might snap off from the way he’s so desperate to finish off.

“f-fuuu—!” eyes closed, you keen as you thrust your hips back into him, body shaking as you fight the build-up of pleasure that dares you to cum. aizawa moans your name and gives one last thrust into your cunt, feeling your walls throb around his member and clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans, spilling into the condom that’s rapidly filling with hot spurts of white. his hips stutter and his hands knead your asscheeks, pulling you back towards him. he finds the little strength in him to pull out and sit back on his wavering knees, pulling off the soaked condom and tying it up before disposing of it.

you pant, fingers still digging into the soft cotton of his marital pillows. your face is swirled with a deep red while your swollen, overstimulated pussy cries for climax. you can feel his stare burning into your trembling body. within a second, you’re flipped over onto your back and blessed with his glare.

he stares down at you with a look that could make you cum on its own. you whimper when he shifts downwards, resting his head in between your thighs. he can see the begging in your teary eyes; he can see you begging him to let you cum.

watching a tear roll down your face, his fingers slip inside you. they pound into your cunt over and over again. your arm shoots out to grab his pumping arm, hips bucking up into his fingers. you shout and tense, looking down at aizawa’s hard stare with pleading eyes. the obscene wet sounds your pussy make when his fingers thrust back into you; the warmth of his tongue snaking around your clit;  you needed to cum.

“cum for me,” he demands.

a silent scream rips from your throat and your hips wildly buck up into his palm, body spasming from his continuous rubbing on your g-spot. aizawa quirks an eyebrow and glances down at your squirting cunt, feeling little sprays on his palm. dazed, you mindlessly fuck yourself back onto his fingers. it hurts so good but he still doesn’t stop fingering you until you beg, and beg, and beg. that’s what punishments were made for though.

pain.

“kitten,” he mumbles, fingers tiptoeing across your torso. “will you be repeating the same mistake again?” you shake your head no.

“words, baby, words,” he groans, kneading your thighs with threat. you sniffle, peering down at him through your wet eyelashes. most of his long, black hair is out of his face, slicked back. but a few strands fall to the side of his face though, framing his sharp lines. his eyes show no emotion but you can see the warning hiding behind his nonchalant manner.

you clear your throat, looking away. you might’ve been crying, but you loved this. that’s why you did the shit he hated on purpose to bring out this side. the side where his eyes looked crazed with madness. the side where he would fuck you till you forgot how to recite the alphabet. the side that made you feel owned.

“it wasn’t a date,” you mumble quietly but you aren’t quiet enough. aizawa digs his sharp nails into your bruised skin. you cry out and attempt to escape his wrath, turning onto your side and darting upwards . but he’s quick to lean over your body and yank you back to him with a firm grip on your neck.

on his knees, aizawa has your back pressed to his naked chest. your bodies connect from your back against his chest all the way to his cock pulsing in between your lips. “i didn’t hear you,” he says. “say it again.”

when you remain silent, he draws back his cock, as if he wants to fuck you all over again. but this time, you know he won’t let you cum.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i won’t do it again…” your lie works. he shifts away from you and you await his usual touch and his usual aftercare. but he does nothing.

your head snaps back to aizawa and you wear a sour frown. you glare at his defined ass and chiselled back as he saunters towards his grand en suite bathroom. “i have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders,” he says, “i’ll be late.”

now, you’re annoyed.

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

“didn’t i buy you that?”

you furrow your brows at your lover and tilt your head to the side. he’s dressed in a suit (that probably costs more than your rent) and was fiddling with a button on the arm of his white shirt when you caught a glimpse of the one-of-one wristwatch sitting on his wrist.

you hum, “i did buy you that…” you smirk and sit up in the bed. aizawa stops what he’s doing and looks back at you over his shoulder. “with my card,” he grumbles. he emphasises ‘my card’ as if you should care.

you don’t.

you shrug, “still a decent anniversary present, no?” you remember when you left the watch on his nightstand wrapped in your lace thong. you wonder if his wife got to see. you wonder if you wanted her to see. would she even care?

“no,” he deadpanned, glaring at your grin through the mirror. “himiko won’t be back tonight.”

“with a girlfriend?” you tease with a raised eyebrow and he chuckles, nodding. “so unfaithful,” you dramatically scoff as you stand to your feet, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face you.

“the new one. don’t think the girlfriend knows that there’s other girlfriends too, though.” you laugh, lacing the tie’s material around your fingers.

“she must be hot,” you mumble with a nod.

“she isn’t,” he sighs but can’t let himself look away from your beauty. bottom lip tucked in under your upper lip, eyebrows knitted in determination; you were everything a man like him would want— sorry, a married man.

you scoff, “you’re only say that because she won’t let you fu—”

“how are you so unbothered?” he speaks lowly, narrowing his eyes at you. but he’s right to ask that, how are you so unbothered when she could easily hop into the hetero lane and decide he’s her next target?

“just because,” you reply. when you finally get the tie done without his help (for the first time in forever), you give him a tight-lipped smile.

he stares down at your face; he stares at the warm smile lighting your cheeks at this time of the night.

you were what he needed.

“but if you do wanna fuck her… i say go for it! i’ve seen her in magazines like that one about hot 20s and also on the news and—oh my god, shota! she’s sooooo pretty—!”

“i’m leaving.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

you babble along to shawn mendes’ ‘teach me how to love’, blowing bubbles in your wine. your naked legs thrash around in the glowing pool as the song blasts through the many speakers. it’s only been an hour since aizawa left after checking up with toga to make sure you had the mansion to yourself.

“to me,” you mumble and raise the glass to your lips. as you swallow, you glance around the room, admiring the grey, marbled pillars and hefty rocks placed at the edges of the lengthy pool. the indoor pool’s theme made the huge room look more like an ancient greek bath. but where was your handsome hercules to scrub your back?

“why can i hear shawn mendes…?” a voice calls out and you splutter on the red wine, neck twisting to find where it came from.

there’s a woman standing at the other side of the pool, dressed in a black suit that shows off her deliciously long legs bottomed off with black heels. but you’ve never been this scared before. no, seriously, you feel as if you’re about to die. because the woman standing before you is,

“m-mrs aizawa.”

“toga,” she corrects you, “mrs toga.” her citrine eyes look as if they’re glossed over with tears and you rush to your feet, leaving the glass by the pool.

“uh…”

she giggles and raises a finger to her eyes, “oh, i’m not crying— i actually don’t cry. but i got into an argument with a girlfriend at dinner. and she threw fresh onion slices at me— plus knives.”

“oh,” you breathe.

you don’t dare to look away from her. you know what business she’s in. her ash blonde bangs can’t hide the obvious irritation on her face and you think it’s best if you start running. but just as you take a step to the side, she sighs and draws a gun from behind her.

“hmph,” she pouts, “i really didn’t wanna do this today.” she whines, “haven’t i been through enough?” like i barely got the other one off of me…” with a frown on her face, she picks at a suspicious red splatter on her chest.

“u-uh…”

“don’t stutter,” she grumbles, lowering her head. “stutters piss me off.”

you swallow, “aizawa told me you wouldn’t be home today.”

toga finally gives you a good lookover and realises what’s going on here. raising her eyebrows, she gasps, raising her gun to cover her lips. “are you the one that did that thing with the thong? the, uh… oh my gosh, the red one?!”

you want to nod, but you’re also fearing your life. you don’t know how she would react. so you start to shake your head. but what if she later finds out that it was you? how would she react to a lie?! so you shake your head no, but say “yes.”

“what is this?” himiko’s gun drops to her side and her face deadpans. “is that a yes or a no?” she looks stunned with confusion but you think that if you were in her shoes, you would be confused too.

“it’s a yes,” you speak clearly, “the one-of-one watch. i bought it for him.”

“wow,” she scoffs, turning to the side. “wow, this is…” she even drops to crouch by the pool, staring into the water. “so what does this mean?” toga says, impassively. “shota’s cheating on me now. why is he having a better time cheating than i am? this makes no sense.” the syllables shoot out of her mouth so fast that you struggle to understand everything apart from the long silences when she takes a pause.

with her face long and inscrutable, she stands and tucks the gun back into her trousers.

“where is he?” she stares at you with an expression that makes your skin crawl with fear…. but your cunt clenches. and you kind of wish she had the gun out again.

huh.

her hand begins to reach behind her again. “a-at a meeting,” you rush out.

“hm,” she hums and looks over you once more. “and he left a beauty like you alone? with nobody to protect you from the dangers of this world? from me?” she grins evilly as she starts to make her way around the pool, the sound of her heels meeting the tile echoing across the room.

you step back. but it doesn’t help that you’re at the left end of the pool and it would only be a ten second walk for her to get to you. “do you want me to call him…?”

“don’t bother,” her sick grin grows even bigger at the colour draining from your face. you know what this means right?” she smiles and steps in front of your frozen body, raising a hand to caress your cheek.

“no…?”

“oh, sweetie,” she coos and lets her hand fall to your neck, running her red nail down to your exposed collarbone. “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.” your breath hitches in your throat and you somehow maintain the eye contact as she curls her finger around the collar of your oversized shirt, peeking inside.

“gosh, i should protect them… right?” toga glances up at you, biting her red lip.

“i can protect myself…” your voice comes out quiet and tiny compared to the harsh and strong tone you had in mind.

“oh, no, no, no… pretty, don’t you know?” toga starts off, cupping your chin with her index finger and thumb. “princesses are put in castles— towers… they’re meant to be protected.” she emphasises ‘protected’, ending it with a click of her tongue.

“we even go so far to keep them high up and away from the lowly kinds of us. we bring them gifts, all to make sure they know we respect them. that we’ll treat them well…”

she lowers her face to yours, being slightly taller in her stilettos, and keeps her craving eyes on your parted lips. “and i’ll treat you well, princess.” that’s the last thing she says before her lips come crashing down on yours.

you whimper into the kiss, letting her lips dominate yours. she forces her tongue into your mouth. however, she’s still expecting you to push her away— to stay loyal to aizawa. but you don’t.

instead you willingly moan into her mouth, leaning upwards to get more of her plushy lips. toga groans, satisfied with your greediness.

your clit quivers at the way she softly cups your breasts. her thumbs run over your hardened nipples, treating you like a real princess. “so pretty,” she mumbles against your lips, giving one last nip to your lower lip before pulling back from you.

toga turns on her heels and sashays away from you, leaving you like putty in the hands of the devil. she stops and turns back to you, “what are you waiting for? strip.”

you raise your eyebrows and let out a small sound of understanding, pulling her husband’s shirt off of you. now bare for the wife to play with, you shiver.

if you couldn’t even hold back from her tempting lips in his own home, how did aizawa last 3 years?

himiko continues swaying her perfectly shaped hips from side to side, long fingers coming to the back of her to grab at the black weapon. she does it at ease, putting it on safety in a swift thumb maneuver before tossing it aside— into the pool.

it isn't too long before she’s peering up at you, holding your thighs apart as she catches your violent squirting in her mouth.

her other hand’s busy rubbing the nozzle of a gun (that’s now been taken off of safety) against your clit, but she’s now thinking about just shoving it into you. and as if you couldn’t be anymore frightened, she shot a round right beside your head, piercing a pillar.

you fear what she could do to you right now. toga could easily slip and pull the trigger, kissing you goodnight.

but you should’ve been scared for something else. seriously, how could you forget?

aizawa had cameras everywhere.

#kitten; fin.

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Aizawa: Wait let me see what you have there.

Izuku: A knife *giggles* *runs away*

Aizawa: *activates ereasure* NOOOO *goes after him*

HE ACTUALLY FUCKING HAS ONE AHAHHAAHAHAH 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Could u write an aizawa fic?

Days off

Aizawa x husband male reader

I made this a fluff fic as I could not tell if you wanted sfw or nsfw but if you want a nsfw fic my requests are still open and I hope you enjoy :3

Female aligned dni and this is a 18+ blog even though it’s fluff, minors dni

Days off were rare as the two of you were pro hero’s so having time together to just do whatever you both wanted was nice. Waking up next to aizawa in the mornings were rare as he had classes to teach and you had Patrol duties in the mornings so it was nice to just lay in bed together in the morning, not having anything to do “we need to get up it’s already after ten a clock” you said in a groggy voice “do we have to” aizawa said shuffling around in the sheets “yes come on you need to help me make breakfast or at this rate lunch” you said looking at the clock “uh fine just give me five more minutes” the male groaned out “nope” you said jumping on top of the black haired man “ugh why couldn’t we just sleep in longer?” Aizawa said annoyed “because we hardly ever get days off together and I thought it would be nice for us to make breakfast together” you said grabbing Aizawa by the arm “now come on” you said dragging the half dead man to the kitchen “I’m coming, I’m coming ok!” The man said starting to wake up “so what would you like for breakfast baby” you said as you made it to the kitchen “I don’t know whatever will do, how about coffee” the man said rubbing his eye’s “well coffe isn’t food, how about pancakes and eggs?” You said happily “that works for me as long as there is coffe” aizawa grumbled out “ok so it’s settled then” you said getting the pancake mix out with the eggs “don’t just sit there get the coffee going” you said to the male across the table “fine” the man grunted out “thank you sweetie” you said making the pancake mix “whatever y/n” the tired man spoke grabbing the coffee bag. While Aizawa was putting the coffee on you were pouring the pancake mix into the pan trying to not make a big mess of the mix, silence was fresh in the air the only sound was that of you both making breakfast and neither were complaining because moments like these felt perfect, enjoying each others company. Soon the silence was broke by you “is the coffee almost done?” You asked your husband “almost” aizawa said now fully awake. You set the hot plate of fresh pancakes as you continue to cook the eggs on the other eye, “get the table ready honey” you said smiling at your husband “ok baby” Aizawa said grabbing plates and silverware “and don’t drink all the coffe you’ll give yourself a heart attack before you reach forty” you yelled over the counter “yeah yeah sure” the black haired male spoke with a grin. You took up the last of the eggs putting them on a plate while cutting the stove off and walking to the dinning room of yours and aizawa’s shared apartment “and breakfast has been served” you said with a funny accent “you cooking never fails to impress me baby” aizawa said groaning in Delight at the food “you flatter me honey” you spoke in a soft tone. There was nothing that the two of you loved more than to have time together since you both have such busy jobs moments like these are just all the more precious and you and aizawa liked it that way.

Aizawa Doodle

I'm so mad it took me this long to get into this series I love this man And I love this anime

~DeviantArt

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Shota Aizawa - My Hero Academia © Kohei Horikoshi

Art © Me

Originally Done 11/15/19 

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 25 - Good Morning, Kitten || Shota Aizawa x f!reader

Masterlist

Summary: There's always a way to make sleepy mornig better.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 495

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Morning Sex

You filled the cup with coffee while yawning loudly.

Mornings were the worst, especially on a school day and following a difficult night patrol.

You dreaded getting out of bed so early, but you had to keep an eye on your sleep-deprived husband to get him to leave the bed.

But he was finally there. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he sighed exhaustively as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Here you are, kitten. I was concerned that you had abandoned me."

You smirked and moved your hand back to scratch the top of his head gently.

Shota purred quietly and hugged you even more tightly. As a result, you could feel his hard member pressing against your groin. This explained a lot, because you suspected him of leaving bed on his own.

"All right, all right," you made a remark and rolled your hips against him, eliciting a soft growl from him. "Perhaps someone needs his kitten?"

He cradled you in his arms and kissed you on the cheek. Kiss was slow and lazy, but it took your breath away easily.

Before you could say anything, Shota had picked you up and placed you on the nearest kitchen counter.

He stood between your legs only to kiss you again as he removed your shorts. His hand quickly moved to your pussy.

Shota smiled as you pulled away with a loud gasp, his finger playing with your clit. "Take a look at yourself, kitten. I only just touched you, and you're already wet. I'm curious what got you going in this direction."

You smacked his arm with a growl before letting out a quiet meow at his touch.

He teased you for a moment longer before moving his hand away to push his pants down, hissing and releasing his already hard cock. "My lovely kitten," he hummed, running his tip across your pussy lips before pushing into you and bottoming out.

You only uttered a quiet curse and drew him in for a deep kiss.

Shota's hips moved slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace, causing you to moan his name against his lips. "Fuck, Shota," you whimpered, slipping your hand into his tangled locks and gently pulling on them. 

This caused him to growl loudly. He fucked you gently, allowing you to feel every move. Your lower belly tightened as you felt his member fill you up so nicely.

You weren't going to be long.

The same was true for him, especially since your soft, warm walls hugged him nicely and sucked his cock further in. Shota's moves became sloppy after a few more deep thrusts, and your walls tightened around him, milking him dry. Shota groaned against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as tightly as he could. He muttered, "Good morning, kitten," before kissing your temple.

You couldn't help but laugh as you played with his hair. "Good morning to you as well, grumpy."

REQUEST FROM @miotireire !!!!!!! warnings: teasing, b0ndage

featuring: shouta aizawa

Aizawa nsfw headcanons

- he loves to do quickies but also loves taking his sweet time on you till you can handle it no more

- loves eating you out

- loves to hear your moans and shush you when the kids are sleeping

- BONDAGE is his thing!! when you're being to loud at night, he'll shut binding cloth so that the girls don't hear you

-grips the headboard while doing the missionary

-he likes to take advantage of you w/ his binding cloth

-take out his own frustration on you when he comes back from work

sfw headcanons

- neck kisses & morning kisses

- admires your body

- calls you his princess

-lays in between your legs while tracing circles on your thighs

-hes a teaser

-cuddling ofc his also his thing

-very touchy

-loves when you play with his hair

*extra* both of you have matching sleeping bags, and sleep like lazy cats

on a busy morning rainy day, running late to work while walking towards the daycare, thinking to yourself how stressful everything has become ever since you got the position of working as a secretary and also being a single a mother, but you did everything to make your daughter happy, and stayed strong for her. As you got to the doors of the daycare, you felt people come from behind you, feeling a cool breeze from the door constantly opening, your daughter randomly started running behind you,

Lillith: “Mom this is my best friend.”

making you turn around and make eye contact with a tall man, he looked tired, cold stare, un-cut beard, wearing baggy clothes, he looked so stressed and done with everything but the small figure right next to him was a white haired girl with a small horn on her upper right side of her head,

Eri: “Hello Ma’am My name is Eri, and this is my Father Shouta”

As you were about to shake his hand you thought to yourself, how can this man manage to look good even when looks so deprived. “its a pleasure to meet you both, My name is Y/N and this is my daughter Lilith.” It stayed silent for a sec until the man decided to speak

Aizawa: “Its a pleasure to meet you as well, Eri has been constantly talking about a good friend she made during daycare.”

Your head went blank when he opened his mouth, something about his voice sounded so deep and raspy in a good day of course, which then you came back to reality. “my daughter has also been constantly been talking about a friend she made during daycare as well, but just never got the time to come in and see for myself, cause of work… but i believe i’ve never seen you around here.” “I believe that this is our first time meeting here.” said Aizawa, for a moment your heard dropped and looked at the clock and decided that it was time to head out.“Apologies but i’m running late to work, its was nice chatting with you, good bye.” you gave your daughter her goodbye kiss, said by to Eri, and headed straight towards the door. “Is their anyway that I could chat with you again? or have your number.” said Aizawa but you left running to work feeling bad for not responding back. It was pouring so he stayed standing on the sidewalk but left the daycare after your presence disappeared from the distance.

As you were finishing off your paperwork and getting ready to leave, feeling tired while making your way towards the daycare, you saw Aizawa sitting on the benches from inside while watching the girls play tea party, making him jump from the sudden opening door,

Y/N: “Have you been here all afternoon?”..

He stayed silent while staring at the girls playing on the ball pit. You made your way around him, making yourself sit next to him feeling nervous because he didn’t hear you, but to your surprise he was asleep, You giggled in your head deciding to tap him on the shoulder. Took him a while to wake up but was surprised by your presence, “I got here 10 minutes ago and randomly fell asleep……” “work must be tiring you.” He looked at you for a hot minute but you weren’t paying attention other than your daughter playing with Eri. “Lillith its time to go home now.” your daughter whined and whined of not wanting to leave, while making your way towards her, Aizawa got up and asked for a way to stay in contact with you, making you turn around. “Oh sure let me just grab a pen and paper from my bag.” He watched you write out your phone number on the paper, while on the other hand your daughter still didn’t wanna leave. “here you go, but i have to leave now….” “Are you perhaps free tomorrow?”

it made your stomach float, did this man start liking you from just this morning? “yes, I am why is that?” he paused for a sec trying to figure out something to say. “Well Id like to get to know you, we could also take out the girls out to play.”

Y/N: “That sounds like a good idea, around what time?”

Aizawa: “perhaps 4?”

*time skip*

After a few months of being around him, you started to like him , and developed a strong relationship with him but yet didn’t quite know him very well, the only thing you knew about him is that he’d be come back from work all tired and had such a soft spot for both Eri and your daughter. Why was he keeping his life a secret from you? but you ignored it for a while but later on you fell for him, their never was a day that he treated you badly, He'd always treated you like his treasure, his princess, you felt comfortable around him that you even invited him to stay over at your house, he'd always after coming back from work, bring a bouquet of roses, it made you question at first but you loved how much of sweet man he is, you'd take care of Eri along with your daughter because he worked everyday unlike you had a couples days off, but made him his favorite meal earning a kiss from it. One night everything changed after you both decided that its best to feel comfortable sleeping on a shared bed, made you nervous since some days, he wouldn't show up to sleep with you due to him coming late from work making sleep on the couch. One night he come home frustrated and decided to go to your shared bedroom, he didn't wanna wake you up, but started giving you small kisses on your back shoulder and being touchy then before, kissed your neck and your ear making you squirm, confused with was going on, he then hugged you out of the blue, getting you more confused than ever. "Shouta is everything okay?" again a silent respond until he spoke, "lets just stay like this for a little longer please.." You didn't wanna question him more of what was going on, and respected his space. "Did I ever mention that I am a Pro-Hero...." said Aizawa, "is that why you've been hiding your personal life from me?, that's why you also been coming home from work all exhausted, I understand why now but I'm not mad, as long as you don't get hurt then its fine by me." He then got up and gave you a sweet kiss and said "I appreciate it."

"I love you Shouta, promised me that you'll never get hurt." He felt tranquil from the words coming out of your mouth, he knew that he found someone that loved him and someone to call a family. "I love you too Y/N, and ill promise ill come home w/ not scratches." He later then dozed off into your arms, you wondered to yourself why he was so afraid to tell you, but happy that he had the courage to tell you now, you laid him down while brushing his hair off his face and gave him a small peck on the lips, feeling happy to be with him, you hugged him to sleep, and later than dozed off as well..

psssst... I will mention it again: request are open, just dm me the story line, and what type of story it'll be!! anyways thank you for reading ^^

Practicing my kissing drawing for a YouTube project... I love them I drew them in a Canon way (top ver.) And in another more fanon gacha club styled way (bottom ver.)

Kinda a sh!tpost comic? If you know the vine you know-

A messy art piece, coming right up! Yamada is still terrified of bugs and I'm using that to my advantage.

Aren’t they just adorable while falling?