#Switch!Nemuri

[kanene-yaaay]

Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic

Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3

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Aizawa loved to be tickled. 

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.

Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap. 

Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.

So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf. 

They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.

It simply felt right.

To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.

To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.

To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.

To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.

It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.

If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.

Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere. 

With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone. 

With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.

With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.

With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?

With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.

Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.

The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.

(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)

A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.

And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.

When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.

Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.

(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)

Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased. 

He still had one victim left, afterall.

(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)

Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one? 

He could never, ever get enough of this. 

The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.

…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

#I had no idea where I wanted to go when I first started to write this fic but I am *very* happy with what I made #Switch!Aizawa #Switch!Hizashi #Switch!Nemuri #Switch!Toshinori #Ler!Tensei #Ticklish!Eraserhead #Ticklish!Midnight #ticklish!present mic #Ticklish!All Might #Ler!Kayama #Ler!Yagi #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #kanene's fanfic #kanene's fic #usually I make my stories being open to interpretation if they're in a romantic or platonic relationship #but this one in especific I want to be only platonic #<3 #Lee!Aizawa

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something to think about

read more for avatar and world list:

Avatars worn:

Midnight by TalkativeDrew Shouta Aizawa! by TalkativeDrew Present Mic by SuccMyPiano Presentation Microphone by Yoyoco

Worlds (in order):

Three Lions Pub by Tony_Lewis Mirrim by IgbarVonSquid Happy Hill Dog Park by Dr.Kim Concrete Jungle Bar and Grill by RadishFriend (that one was a bit strange) The Greatest World Ever Made by IgbarVonSquid Wonka Experience VR by Starport55

#I still haven't found the perfect Mic OR the perfect Midnight #I have a few that are pretty much the same but slightly different in that they have different toggles and shading #so I have to keep switching between them when I want different emotes or expressions #like only one of my Mics has a lying down pose so I don't look like I'm army crawling when I sit down for a second #one day... i shall find him #or just break and learn how to make avatars so I can just make my own #if I could make avatars I would make the sickest Loudspeaker avi you could imagine #vrchat #mha #nemuri kayama #hizashi yamada #present mic #shouta aizawa #you better believe I took that stinky man to the dog park

[4izawas]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. // “If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shouta aizawa/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 9.30k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, previously established relationship, jealousy, canon typical harrassment, heavy miss joke bashing, death threats, fem reader, villain reader, possessive reader, reader is just a bad person chat idk what else u want me to say, discussions of trauma ( but aizawa refuses to call it that ), morally ambiguous aizawa, ngl he’s also not a great person but he’s hot so it’s okay, villain/hero, femdom, maledom, teasing, biting, nipple sucking, oral sex, slight choking, switch reader, switch aizawa, dacryphilia, fingering, pussy slapping, tit slapping, spitting, creampies, daddy kink, marking, hickeys, also a cat, tko = tofu knockout, class 1-a are little shits.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: kinktober fourrrr !! hnngggg aizawa is always a must <33 and ngl? fucking hate miss joke so we gon bash <3

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“C’mon, Eraser, just one date! Just one!”

“No means no, Joke — we’re in the middle of a fucking job, so leave me alone and do your part,” Shouta mutters just loud enough flr her to hear with nothing short of sheer annoyance in his voice as he overlooks the streets and back alleys surrounding a building in east Fukuoka just past midnight that night. The Smile Hero, Miss Joke, stood at his right shoulder; due to a necessary team up at the request of the Commission upon Hawks’ request for backup to assist in breaking up a newly discovered human trafficking ring, the duo were paired up and sent to the rooftops for out-of-sight assistance, where Eraserhead could use his quirk without the risk of interruption as the team below entered the building. 

Well. Almost without that risk. 

“Oh, don’t be that way, Eraser, at this point us meeting up all the time’s gotta be fate!” she laughs quietly, grinning brightly at him. He grumbles a little to himself, but doesn’t turn away from where he was glancing around below for any threats that could potentially fall upon the strike team moving through the halls of the building, their locations revealed by the large windows.

More of Joke’s chatter drones on in his ears, and Shouta fights off the annoyed growl that threatened to escape him; why couldn’t it have been Hizashi he was paired with so he’d have backup? At least Hizashi knew how to be quiet and professional, what with his hero persona just being a face for the public — and it wasn’t as if Miss Joke didn’t know how to do her job, she actually did it very well, she just ceased to properly function whenever he was a part of the picture for some reason. Hizashi and Nemuri had both thought it was funny at first, but that was years ago, before it had become an actual problem. 

Shouta tenses up when an overly-familiar hand squeezes his shoulder, and he grits his teeth. “Stop touching me,” he snaps lowly. “For God’s sake, Joke, be fucking professional.”

Miss Joke sighs. “I never see you outside of the rare team up for work, Eraser, what do you expect?”

“I expect you to keep your hands to yourself and for you to do your job,” he says coldly, shaking off her hand. She sighs again, this time in a more dramatic way. 

“Nothing’s gonna happen up here!” She mutters, “We’ve been up here for an hour. They aren’t going to patrol this area, and if they weren’t we should have moved.”

“This is the best vantage point for me to see as much of the building as possible,” he replies, silently relieved that she’s actually discussing the job and not some aspect of his body. 

A groan follows his words, and then a startled curse. He turns in time to catch sight of her grappling with a much larger man with a fly mutation quirk, something he couldn’t cancel. Spitting out a curse of his own under his breath, he leaps into the fray to help as three more men starm the roof. “Neither of you should be up here!” One snarls. “This is private property — you’re trespassing.”

“Shut up,” is all Shouta says, and the fight starts. He leaves Joke to the man with the fly quirk and takes on two of the three other men, the third standing back and watching as Shouta doles out his fair share of bruises while receiving plenty of his own. Once he’s almost completely handled his pair, he sees the third guy make his move from the corner of his eye, his musculature growing as he activates his quirk. Activating his own, Shouta turns his body to brace for the impending impact that would come with the guy jumping at him. A low grunt escapes him as the air is knocked out of him, and as he locks eyes with his new opponent he distantly hears Joke let out an angry shriek after likely taking a particularly harsh hit. One of the guys Shouta had been fighting had abandoned him to go join the fly guy in fighting Joke, so she likely had her own hands full and wouldn’t be able to help in any way — not that he needed it. The only really talented fighter out of the four enemies on the roof was the last man to join the fray, and Shouta could handle him. With a few skillful throws of his capture weapon, Shouta’s more or less finished up his end of the fight. 

A sharp cry from Miss  Joke practically yanks his attention from his opponent so he can look at her, and he finds her on her back against the roof with one of the men with their thick hands around her throat; she’s clearly struggling to breathe. The other man is unconscious, but unbound. A tiny shot of worry races through Shouta’s veins. 

The brief moment that he’d looked away was more than enough for the unnamed enemy to re-engage his strength quirk, and the man burst from the slightly loosened confines of Shouta’s scarf, throwing his entire weight at him. With a surprised shout, he’s thrown faster than he’d expected over to Joke. The man on top of her leaps to the side just before Shouta slams into her, and for a moment the world turns end over end before they’re falling from the roof of the ten story building. 

It takes a second for Shouta to right himself, but before they hit the ground he’s able to wrap one arm around Joke while the other throws his scarf at an overhang on the building he’d been scoping. It catches as intended and they drop to the ground safely, Shouta stumbling a little with the added weight of Joke clinging to him. He can hear the men on the roof opposite them snarling angrily, fixing themselves up and shouting threats against their lives. While they do, the team that had rushed into the building begins filing out, handcuffed traffickers in hand and victims being led out by a few officers. The shouting on the roof silences almost immediately. 

“You alright, Eraser?” It’s Hawks that asks after appearing over his left shoulder with a bound, angry looking man in hand and dangling as the massive red wings on the pro hero beat against the air; the Number Two tilts his head to the side slightly in curiosity while his golden eyes flash in concern as he asks. 

“On the roof,” is all Shouta says, getting straight to the point. “Four men, all working for the ring inside.” Hawks’ pupils narrow to sharp slits, and a dozen feathers zip into the air and over to the roof Shouta had nodded his head towards. Loud yelling and shouts fill the air, followed by shrieks as the feathers binding the men bring them down to the ground. They’re quickly apprehended by the police force assisting the pros in the bust, and all at once the entire event is over. The human trafficking ring that Shouta himself had been focused on bringing down for nearly four years now was destroyed, and all current victims were safe. 

He wishes he could sigh in relief, but there’s an annoying weight on his shoulder. 

“Get off of me, Joke, the danger’s over and this is incredibly unprofessional,” he growls, noticing the way people were staring; he rubs at his eyes to soothe the ever-present burning that came with his quirk use, especially now after the USJ incident; the scar on his face aches at the memory.  

“But something could happen!” Miss Joke exclaims, clinging tighter to him and looking up at him like what he’d said was crazy. “More could be waiting — and I haven’t even gotten to make you laugh yet or agree to that date.”

“You won’t get to do either, now get the fuck off of me!” He snarls, practically tearing her from his side and stepping away. She looks hurt, but he can’t bring himself to care. He was done being nice — clearly it wasn’t working. 

“But Aizawa—!” she starts to whine, but he cuts her off. 

“It’s Eraserhead. You have no right to call me anything else.” With that he storms off, disappearing into the darkness of a nearby alley before making his way through the shadows. All he can think about is the shower waiting for him when he gets home and how filthy he felt having Joke’s hands on his chest and shoulders. It’s why he’s taken by surprise when a heavy figure pushes him into the wall and binds his hands with his own weapon. 

Instinctively he struggles, snarling out a quick threat before the familiar scent of a perfume he’d bought himself reaches his nose, and he relaxes. 

“Evening, Eraserhead,” you murmur lowly, eyes narrowed in displeasure as you look over him, and inwardly he groans. Judging from the tone of your voice, you’d seen all of Joke’s behavior,  but had heard none of what he’d said. You had to have been out of range. 

It didn’t surprise him; Shouta knew you were fond of keeping a watchful eye over him or Hizashi or Nemuri whenever on of them was on a mission like this. You’d have accompanied any of them, Shouta especially ( and tonight of all night most definitely ), but that would have been a foolish decision on your part and everyone who knew you personally would not have been pleased with any possible outcome that followed.

A known villain like yourself would have been swiftly arrested by any police officer or pro hero that didn’t know your civilian identity — and only the three aforementioned people did. 

“It isn’t what you think,” he says tiredly, and a bitter laugh escapes you. Shouta winces; you were hurt. 

“Isn’t that what they all say?” you ask coldly, and Shouta does not reply. He’s too busy staring at the slight tremble in your chin and the way your eyes are getting slightly wetter. 

God. Joke really did have to fuck up everything.

He sighs. “I mean it. It isn’t what it looked like.” You look at him, pondering the denial; Shouta wasn’t a liar. Not once throughout the years you’d known him had he lied to you, even when he’d been after you to arrest you before the two of you had started dating. 

Fine. 

You narrow your eyes. “Talk.”

So he does. He admits to the harassment, to Joke ignoring boundaries and not caring about how many times he’s requested she leave him be. He talks and explains and confesses to things he’d kept secret from you for years, and it takes over half an hour. Over the course of his explanations, the grip you’d had on him goes from a deadly one to one so loose he can barely feel it. The spots would bruise, but he’d wear them with pride as he did any other marks you gave him; you’d not meant to hurt him, and he’d be damned if he let you get into your head about how tight your grip had been. 

By the time he’s finished, you’re shaking — not from the cold, he knows, but from ill-concealed rage. 

“So you’re telling me that you told her to get off of you and to stop touching… and she didn’t?” Your face has been swiftly schooled into an impassive blank canvas, a look he hasn’t seen in years and therefore can no longer read. Hesitantly, he nods, and your eyes flash with an anger he’d not seen since Nemuri was kidnapped by a sex trafficking ring three years back. “And this has been going on for years, but you haven’t told me until now because you thought it would strain the relationship.” Another nod. Your eyes narrow. “Noted. She’ll be on the news tonight.”

You release him from his binds and disappear, scaling the wall and racing across the rooftop. Shouta barely has time to think, but he doesn’t have to in order to follow you, quickly catching you and standing in your way of getting to Joke’s usual patrol route.

“No, you can’t kill her. Not tonight,” he says warningly, and you look angry. 

“You told her to stop and she didn’t. You've told her to stop for years. She doesn’t listen, and she thinks it’s okay. Heroes won’t ever do anything, Shouta, you know that.” The venomous tone you’re sporting  is unmatched, and if Shouta hadn’t known you as well as he does, he’d think it was aimed at him; thankfully he’s known you for years. That being said, he did know that, and honestly it stung a little. 

“I can handle it tonight.” The poison in your voice has transformed into the thickest, most sweet honey as you tempt him. Your eyes are soft, your gaze gooey and only possibly described as sticky sweet. “It could all be over, baby — she’d never bother you again.”

It’s tempting. More tempting than a pro hero should ever allow — but Shouta’s never been the kind of man to balk in the face of the wicked and condemn them for their actions without thought. He was not a good man, and  he doubted there ever was one — he was kind, he was wise, and he was gentle when required, but if he was as good as society deemed the word, he would have turned you in five years ago when the two of you met and he’d captured you after you’d murdered three men. Instead he’d been attracted to you, and a game of cat and mouse had started between the two of you that only ended when he’d caught you again and taken you in an alleyway. 

“That’s wrong,” he murmurs, hands shaky as his heart rate quickens; god, you were so fucking sexy when you promised to murder for him. 

“I never implied that it was right,” you admit casually. For a moment silence stretches out between the two of you, Shouta once again pondering the offer you’d made, then he shakes his head again. 

“No. Not tonight. I don’t feel like scrubbing blood out of the bathroom again,” he says tiredly, and you pout. 

“It’s never usually mine,” you grouse, crossing your arms and turning to look away. 

“And you know how happy that makes me,” he replies warmly, “But I want to be able to hold you and go to sleep tonight without the looming pressure of scrubbing the bathroom in the morning; you know how Hizashi is with blood, and he wanted to go out for breakfast tomorrow before work.”

You let out a wordless grumble, still not looking at him. He searches what parts of your face he can see with the angle you’re turned, and jumps a little when you look at him with nothing but promises of death in your eyes as he lets you push him against the wall again. “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. 

“If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you,” he promises while pressing slow kisses along your bare skin, biting at your neck and drawing a whimper from your lips. He grins against you. “Go back to the apartment and let me finish my patrol so I can get the hell home and fuck your dumb little brains out, kitten.” A shaky moan falls from your lips and you push your ass back against him. 

“Or you could just fuck me here?” you offer hopefully, your eyes glittering darkly with a newfound interest he knows all too well. “Please Daddy, I’m so wet for you-” A sharp smack to your ass makes you cry out. 

“You fuckin’ heard me, brat — go home.”

With a growled huff, you tug yourself free from his grip, still pouting. Shouta raises an eyebrow; your next move was yours to make. Would you defy him and go after Joke, or would you listen and go home? Either decision would be preferable, and if he was honest he wouldn’t mind you doing what you pleased to Joke tonight as long as you didn’t track blood into the apartment, but why would he admit that now?

You huff again, and promptly disappear into the inky blackness — away from the direction of Joke’s patrol route, and Shouta barely fights off an amused chuckle. 

You always were such a good girl for him. 

When Shouta finally gets home at half past four, the apartment is dark. He can smell the scent of food from his favorite takeout place, though the initial strength of it is soft and faded, and the soft hum of the television in the bedroom keys him in on where you’ve retreated to.  Toeing off his boots, he wanders into the bedroom, rubbing at the back of his neck as he takes in the sight of you curled up in the bed you shared with him, surrounded by pillows with the little grey cat you and he had taken off the streets curled up in your lap, dozing. Shouta sighs; as calm as he was now, Shouta knew damn well the little monster you’d for some reason named Tofu was going to slap him for no fucking reason later, so he thanked whoever was listening that the little guy was napping right now so he could take a break and wash off all the filth from tonight’s bust and patrol. 

He wanders into the bathroom, stripping down to the clothes he wore beneath his hero uniform and kicking the black mass of cloth towards the laundry hamper; the urge to piss was far greater than any need to pick them up off the floor right away. 

After finishing up, he hops into the shower, eager to rid himself of the grime he’d collected overnight, and once he’s done he makes his way back into the bedroom, lazily toweling himself dry before moving to the dressed to pull out a pair of sweatpants.  

“What are you watching?” he asks you quietly as he puts them on, and you shrug. 

“I don’t know,” you reply, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“You don’t know?”

“No, I haven’t been paying much attention,” you admit quietly, gently playing with Tofu’s tail; he keeps dozing, unbothered. “I’ve had a lot to think about.”

Suddenly the warmth Shouta had felt like he’d sucked in from the shower disappeared, leaving him cold and nervous. You’d had several hours to think about everything he’d told you, and he worried that you were mad at him now. Admittedly he’d technically lied for a long time, keeping secrets from you and not telling you how he felt about Joke for years, so he really couldn’t blame you for being upset with him, even just a little ( or a lot ). The only comfort was that you were still here — because Shouta knew you. If you were going to leave him, you wouldn’t have been in the apartment when he’d returned. Just like you’d first entered it all those years ago, so would you leave it should you choose to abandon the relationship: quickly, silently, and without any reasons to raise suspicion. 

Thinking about it, Shouta didn’t even know if you’d take Tofu if the two of you separated. How would that work?

“We aren’t separating, and I’m not leaving you,” you say tiredly, and Shouta fights off the urge to kick himself; he’d spoken out loud without meaning to. 

You sigh. “That being said, I do want to know why you didn’t tell me.” Shouta tries to repeat what he’d told you, but you look away. “The truth, Shouta. Not the excuse you made before.”

Silence. 

It takes a moment, but finally Shouta just drifts to the bed and sits down on his side with his back to you, looking down at his hands. “Shame,” he finally whispers, and you look at him with a confused gaze. “I just… how could I admit that I couldn’t get her to stop when I’m a pro hero?” Your eyes turn soft and understanding, and he continues in a tone of disgust, refusing to look at you. “I feel so weak. I’m a grown man and I couldn’t fucking stop her — I can’t stop her. I already know the next time we cross paths she’ll be the same. Nothing will change, and I’ll always be… stuck.”

A second silence overtakes you both. You say nothing, only watching the way his shoulders have a slight tremble, before moving Tofu and kicking back the thick layers of blankets, crawling on your hands and knees over to him. He doesn’t look up at you, still staring at his own hands as you cup his head in yours and move his head up so you can see his face. 

He still doesn’t lock eyes with you. 

“Shouta,” you murmur softly. “Look at me.” He makes no attempt to move. “Please?” He does as asked, and you smile softly. “There’s that handsome face,” you murmur, your voice as warm as his morning coffee, and he scoffs. 

“Don’t coddle me,” he mutters, and you grin, not missing the way his lips quirk up in a soft, blatantly fond smile.

“If I don’t, who will?” you ask teasingly, and his tiny smile widens ever so slightly. You grab one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as you sit back on your calves, and your sweet smile twists. “Besides, haven’t I made it obvious to you? You’re mine. Nothing’s gonna change that, Sho, and no one is going to be able to take you away from me.” A murderous gleam flickers in your eyes, and Shouta finally looks up at you just in time to catch it. 

His shoulders droop as he relaxes, his muscles losing the tension he’d built up tonight. Somehow, despite the very clear ( though unvoiced ) notion of just what you could and would do if someone tried to take him from you would normally frighten someone else, he felt at ease. 

His eyes close and he relaxes into your touch as you creep close again, this time straddling his thighs while holding him close; he lets his head fall to rest on your chest, and he sighs from the comfort. “Do I need to spell it out?” You whisper softly to him as you lean down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his stubbled jaw, your hands roaming over his shoulders in a way that has him tensing up for an entirely different reason. 

“Maybe — Maybe you do,” he whispers shakily, tilting his head just enough for you to get to that special, ever-so-sensitive spot that you knew had his cock twitching. You laugh softly, your teeth lightly scratching along his heated skin, and he shakes a little as he fights off the urge to move. 

You gently push him back to rest against the stack of pillows you kept on the bed, and his head falls back in pleasure as you purr out a warm, gooey, “M…” against the base of his throat. Laving your tongue across the skin there, you feel him swallow hard, and you laugh lowly again, your voice thick and sweet like syrup as you continue with a simple, “I…” before moving down to his chest. From the corner of your eye you see one of his hands fist in the sheets, and you fight off yet another chuckle as you slip your way down his body before stopping at your next target: one of his dark, hardened nipples. You don’t hesitate to take it into your mouth, your hot tongue circling the sensitive flesh in a way that has his upper body trembling. It presses hard into the soft, wet pad of your tongue, and the breathy sighs falling from his lips as you lavish it in attention while twisting the other amuse you. Grinning slightly, you take it between your front teeth and tug at it a bit, relishing the sharp whine and stuttered moan he lets out from the feeling; his chest had always been so sensitive. “N,” you say, drifting down yet again. Your fingernails dig ever so slightly into his skin and follow the rest of your body down, scratching across his sensitive nipples and leaving him whimpering louder than before. You finally still before your prize, thick and heavy and hard and hidden from you, and you breathe out a wanting, “E…” as you curl your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down slowly to reveal the tip of his dripping cock. 

Eyes glittering eagerly, you draw his sweatpants down further, releasing the rest of his length as well as his balls, and you gaze at the way it bobs up to slap against the skin of his stomach. His balls are fat and heavy, and you swallow the drool that’s accumulated in your mouth before taking his cock in one hand, slightly turning your head to the side, and tracing a thick line from his balls to his drooling tip with your tongue. A choked noise is ripped from his throat, and you press your tongue against the sensitive spot under his head and lap at it softly before purring a pleased, “Mine.”

It takes a moment, but as his thighs tremble around your head and his breathing gets heavier and heavier, Shouta finally manages to reply. “Yours,” he whispers, and your grin turns wicked with anticipation.

“Yeah, you’re all mine,” you murmur to yourself before taking his cock into your mouth again, this time sucking lazily at the tip until Shouta’s shaking. Looking up at his messy figure above you, you soak in the picture of his heavy breathing and his squeezed-shut eyes as he falls to pieces beneath your touch. Splaying out your fingers, you run your hands across his thighs as you work your way down to the thick, dark curls around the base of his cock. Your fingernails scratch at his sensitive skin, and his thighs quake as you finally fully nestle his cock in your throat, your nose buried in his pubes. He’s clean, as always, and he’s used your favorite body wash; Shouta lets out low noises of pleasure as you slowly begin to bob your head along his length, sending it down your throat then pulling off it all over again until he’s sitting up, his stomach rolling ever so slightly as he stares down at you while panting. 

“Fu-uck, wait, I-!” he moans, instinctively bucking up into your mouth. You laugh a little around him while languidly sucking at his cock, and he groans deep and hard from the feeling of the vibrations before fisting his hand around your throat and tugging you up. “Y’gotta — Y’gotta stop, I’ll cum,” he grunts, holding you up by your neck. You use one thumb to swipe at a smear of pre on your cheek before sticking it in your mouth to suck it clean. 

“That’s the point, Sho,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I want it.”

“And you’ll get it,” he replies with a growl before yanking you up so you’re laying on top of him before rolling you over onto your back with him hovering over you. “Only you’ll be taking it in this tight cunt of yours, so I hope you’re ready.”

He watches the way your pupils blow ever so slightly, and his tongue darts out to wet his slightly chapped lips as you gaze up at him with soft, gooey eyes. With a grin you ask, “Well Daddy? I thought you were going to fuck me?”

A warm hand comes up and gently grips the column of your throat, and your eyes widen slightly as Shouta leans down with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Do you really want to tempt fate tonight, sweetheart?” he asks coldly, a wicked smile on his face, and your legs spread a little in response. 

“I don’t feel anything,” you purr teasingly, “Don’t tell me it’s already in?”

Without warning, his free hand claps down onto your already sensitive pussy and you let out a choked howl, eyes wide with surprise. During your quick reaction he’d buried his face in your chest, sucking and biting at whatever he could get into his mouth as the hand that had just slapped your cunt gently begins to toy with it soothingly, cooling the stinging and causing a tightness to start building in your belly. 

Shouta was no stranger to the sweet spots scattered across your body and eagerly took advantage of each and every one, biting down on sensitive flesh as his fingers gently eased inside of you and began feeling around inside — teasing, of course, considering he knew where the most sensitive spots were inside of you and he purposefully kept himself from touching them. His thumb runs rough, lazy circles on your clit, and you start rolling your hips up into his hands as he worms his way down the bed, finally releasing your throat. You’re practically dripping now, a small wet spot forming on the sheet below you as your juices roll down past his hands and the curve of your ass to puddle on the bed before soaking onto the fabric. Shouta bites aggressively at your inner thigh, and you whine sharply and reach down to take his hair in your hands, tightly fisting your fingers in it as you needily tug his head toward your center. He just laughs and shakes you loose, slapping your thigh to usher a new cry from your lips before taking his thumb off of your clit so he can use his now free hand to slowly play with the sensitive bundle of nerves and focus his other hand entirely on fitting a third finger inside your sopping wet hole, watching greedily as your cunt swallows them up. 

You’re openly moaning now, sharp cries and whimpers falling from your lips as he curls his fingers and starts playing with an especially swollen, especially sensitive stretch of flesh inside that has you nearly writhing. You can’t stop yourself from rutting your hips up into his touch, however, when that free hand starts making hard, fast circles over your clit at the same time as his curled fingers piston in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace that has you wailing. “O-Oh god, Shouta, please!” You faintly hear him let out a breathless laugh, but you’re too busy gripping the sheets with one hand and your pillow with the other while thrusting your hips in time with each borderline violent press of his thick fingers inside that you barely even make note of it. 

“C’mon now, sweetheart, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he growls lowly, an excited glint in his eyes as the sounds of your cries changing in pitch signals that you’re about to cum all over his fingers. God, he wants to lap it up like a cat drinking milk; tasting you was always a favorite pastime. He rolls his hips against the mattress, grinding his aching cock between it and his hips and chokes down a shaky whine of his own as spikes of pleasure shoot through him. “Gonna cum for Daddy?”

“Yes! Yes! P-Please, Daddy, let me cum!” you beg shrilly, your entire body shaking. “Please, wanna cum, gotta cum, feels s’good-!”

Shouta knows that if he looked up at you he’d see little tears beginning to gather along your waterline, glittering in the low light like the most precious diamonds, and the thought has him groaning and grinding against the bed harder. “Y-Yeah,” he moans lowly, “Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for Daddy…”

Your cunt tightens around the three fingers he has buried inside you up to his palm, and he replaces his hand on your clit with his mouth, roughly sucking and lapping at it in a way that has you screeching. Your legs fly up to lock around his head and he lets them, enjoying the tight squeeze of both them and your cunt as you fall apart in his mouth and on his fingers.  “That’s right, sweetheart, just like that,” he moans into your pussy, licking up all of the shocks of wetness that had started dripping down his hand as you came. 

Above him, you’re in tatters, your entire body trembling in a seemingly never-ending spasm. Your eyes have rolled back, and you thoughtlessly clench your thighs around your boyfriend’s head as a means of keeping him in place, desperate to keep coming until you’re screaming.  “G-God, oh god — Fuck, Daddy, p-please-!”

Shouta groans into you like a drunken man into a half-empty bottle, and slowly eases up on the movements of his fingers as your thighs slowly loosen. He doesn’t stop circling your sensitive clit with his tongue, though, until you weakly push him away with one foot. Finally he comes up, though, hair wild and face from the nose down soaked in your cum. In the faint light from the television his chin shines, and your heart thumps heavily in your chest as he climbs up the bed as well as the length of your body before slotting himself between your legs, pressing his wet mouth against yours and initiating a heated kiss that leaves you own taste smeared across your lips and in your mouth. His stubble scratches across your cheeks and chin roughly, and you moan into his mouth from both the feeling as well as the feel of his tongue in your mouth. 

As the two of you kiss, you allow your hands to wander across his chest and shoulders and around his waist and back, feeling the way he rolled his hips against you and ground his hard cock against your messy cunt and loving it. With each rough rut the head of his cock caught on your clit and left you a moaning whore beneath him — as if he was much better in his place above you. 

“Lemme fuck you, please,” he begs weakly, rutting against you desperately, “Please, please — God, I wanna fuck you so fucking bad, sweetheart, please-!”

“Y-Yeah, fuck me!” You gasp, “N-Need it, Sho, need your cock!”

“Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you so good — God you’re so fuckin’ wet, so perfect…” Shouta rambles, fumbling with pressing his cock inside. Gone is the sadistic man who’d lain between your legs taking you apart, and in his place is a man who had already fallen apart at the promise of getting to force his cock inside.

Sitting up, you watch as he uses one trembling hand to press his cock against you, letting out a whimper when it pops inside. The following roll of his hips that buries his length to the base inside you has you letting out a shaky cry; you let your head fall back onto the pillows, your thighs trembling as you boyfriend pulls out then presses inside all over again, quickly building up a rhythm that has the headboard banging against your wall hard enough to have the decorations hanging on it start to shake. In the back of your mind you thank anyone listening that no one had moved into the apartment next to yours yet, and felt a little guilty for whoever would inevitably take up the space. 

“F-Fuck — oh god, Daddy, please-!” you whimper, letting out a shriek as a hand cracks across the fat of your tits, the sensitive flesh stinging sharply as tears spring up in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks in a never-ending river showing off the pain and pleasure Shouta was putting you through. The feeling of his cock inside of you leaves you trembling, the heavy drag so fucking good and perfect. It leaves you so very full and pleased that when he roughly fucks against your cervix it punches a sharp gasp out of you, the feeling lmost too much alk at once. You cry out for him, a soaking mess, and he moans into the base of your throat as he keeps his quick pace steady and rough, using your cunt like the little hole of his to fuck that it is and seeking his own pleasure like a starving man does food. 

“Oh god, Sho, please!” you wail, tits shaking from each brutal roll of his hips. You throw one leg over his waist as he grunts into your throat, and he wraps an arm under it and hoists it over his shoulder, the position only serving to allow him to bully his cock even deeper inside than before. Tears spring up in your eyes as his head slams against yet again against your sensitive cervix, and you could almost swear that he’d have worked his way into your womb with how rough he was being if that had been possible. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and when he laughs at the fucked out expression on your face it just triggers full tears, which well up quickly in your eyes becore beginning tk roll down your cheeks and temples, fucking ul your makeuo in a way you know will drive him fucking crazy. 

“Th-That’s right baby, cry for Daddy!” Shouta moans, gazing down at the tears and mascara streaking down your face hungrily, “What a good fuckin’ girl, crying on that dick — feels that fuckin’ good, huh?” 

Your nails dig into his back, scratching near-bloody lines across his skin as you struggle to hold onto him; he growls with each deep scratch. “Y-Yeah!” you sob, trying to speak but unable to get much out as he practically destroys you. “F-Fuck, Daddy, c-can’t think — it’s too hard, too hard to th-think when you’re mixing up my insides-!” 

“You can take it,” he growls in response, eyes and hair wild as he starts losing himself to the pleasure. “You can fuckin’ take it, can fuckin’ take this cock — c’mon baby, you’re my good little whore, aren’t you? Gonna take this fat fuckin’ cock like a big girl and milk me dry?” 

You wail, completely overwhelmed in only the best way as that ever-familiar knot begins to tie itself up in your lower belly, nodding wordlessly as his thrusts just get rougher and rougher. Your jaw falls open from the pleasure, you eye crossing and eyelashes fluttering, and he spits a fat glob of spit onto your mouth and watches gleefully as you immediately swallow it down. His own eyes roll back at the sight coupled with the sudden feeling of your pussy starting to clench, and he moans out a low, “That’s it sweetheart, cum again for me — cum again for Daddy, cum on my cock!” and relishes the sharp sobs you let out, your pussy spasming around his thick lemgth nd your body shaking in his grip. You cling to him, desperate and needy, and he groans hard as his pace gets messy and loses fluidity as he gets closer and closer, then finally starts cumming. 

“Oh g-god, oh fuck-!” he gasps, squeezing his eyes shuts as he fucks intk you messily, filling you with rope after rope of thick heat until he’s left twitching weakly inside of you. He eases to a stop and the two of you lay tangled up like that for a moment before he carefully pulls out. A mixture of his cum amd yours pours out of your hoel, and the sight makes his spent cock twitch twice before he uses the same  fingers he’d used to stretch you open to press it back inside once, twice, then one more time, less coming out each time before he stands on shaky knees and starts slowly working his way to the side of the bed to walk to the bathroom that stops with your hand curled around his wrist. 

“S-Stay,” you whine plaintively, a soft pout on your face and tears still in your eyes. “Don’t go, stay.”

“I gotta clean us up, honey,” Shouta murmurs softly, eyes fond and warm, and he smiles slightly when you shake your head and deepen the pout. 

“No. Tomorrow.” Your voice leaves no room for argument. “Stay.”

With an affectionate sigh, Shouta nods. “Okay. Tomorrow,” he murmurs, getting back in bed with you. You both worm your way into comfortable positions under the blankets and slot yourselves together, content to cuddle until the two of you fell asleep and inevitably drifted to your previously appropriated sides of the bed. 

The television, still on, drones monotonously in the background as the two of you lay there together, some late night program that neither of you care about playing as you bask in a shared afterglow. Shouta loves moments like this; they’re always so soft and perfect in ways he never thought he’d get — and yet here you were. 

He snatches up the remote and changes the channel a few times before finally muttering to himself and turning it off completely. His stomach grumbles a little, and he considers running to the kitchen for his food, but decides against it until you gently prod him away. 

“Go eat,” you mumble, having heard his stomach. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

He huffs out yet another fond laugh and pads into the kitchen, followed swiftly by Tofu, who had long since disappeared from the bedroom when their ‘activities’ had started. He grabs a fork while passing the silverware drawer then  reaches the fridge and opens it, searching through it lazily for a moment before finding his containers of takeout and snatching one up, digging into the chicken pasta hungrily. Several sharp pricks tickle against either side of his left ankle, and he nearly drops the container at the slightly painful feeling before looking down. 

“Tofu, you fucking bastard, let go of my fucking ankle!” he hisses, and the cat looks up at him through wide eyes for a second before turning and biting the back of his ankle hard. “You fuckin’— get off, you little shit!” The cat just growls around its mouthful of his Achilles tendon, and Shouta shakes his leg a little to try and loosen it to no avail, ultimately tossing his food back in the fridge after shoving several more bites in his mouth so he can reach down and snatch up the furry attacker. The cat writhes in his grip, but Shouta refuses to let go and eventually the tiny bastard goes limo in acceptance, and Shouta gets to go back to his food. The cat swipes at a thick piece of chicken, but Shouta puts the fork out of reach just in time. “No fuckin’ way; maybe if you’d not been a little asshole you could have had some, but you decided to be a little shit and bite me. No chicken for you, and I’m telling Mom.”

The cat meows plaintively, and Shouta shakes his head. “Nope, face the consequences of your actions and suffer.” A screech from the cat gets no response, and Shouta quickly finished up his pasta before tossing the box in the trash and closing the fridge; he had more food, but he wasn’t hungry enough to eat them right now, so they could wait until tomorrow. 

He pads back into the bedroom, finding his sleepy girlfriend scrolling through her phone through half lidded eyes. He drops the cat onto the bed and it sprints to her, curling up at her hip on her side of the bed, and he says deadpan, “Your little monster ambushed me.”

You scoff playfully, picking Tofu uo by the armpits and shaking him ever so slightly. “Tofu would never, he’s just a baby,” you purr, laughing a little as he bats at your face with nothing but fluff — a literal sharp contrast to how he’d dug his claws and teeth into Shouta in the kitchen. 

“He’s got you completely fooled, I can’t believe it,” Shouta says, shaking his head and smiling as he climbs into bed next to you. You press close, craving the feeling of his skin against yours, and he worms around until he’s comfortable. A simple silence falls between the two of you, Shouta melting into the mattress just like he’d craved since the night had started.

You’re the one to break the silence. 

“I hate her,” you mumble quietly, drawing invisible pictures on his bare chest with your index finger. You hear him hum in acknowledgment beneath you, then one of those big hands cups the back of your head. 

“I know you do,” is his reply, and you sniff a little and nuzzle closer to him. 

“It isn’t fair,” you pout. “She gets to put her hands all over you even though you don’t like it and no one bats an eye, even when you ask her to stop.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he croons softly, trying to calm you down from the inevitable fit you would have, but this doesn't comfort you. “I have you to make it all better.”

You push yourself up some so you can look at him, your lip jutting out in a vicious pout that he’d already heard in your voice. “You shouldn’t have to handle it, Shouta,” you say seriously. “She should fucking listen when you say no.”

Shouta just nods. “I agree,” he replies gently. “But she won’t change. We both know that.”

You shrug. “Then she’ll die,” you say simply, eyes dark and filling with the beginnings of bloodlust. Shouta hums a little yet again and seemingly ponders this, then nods again. 

“…Hmm. If that’s what you want, it’s fine by me,” he says simply, clutching you tightly. You scoff. 

“I wasn’t asking permission.”

“I wasn’t giving it,” he replies, recognizing the teasing tone. He presses back into the mattress with a sigh and allows all the tension to leave his body, relaxing into the bed he shared with you. You nuzzle against him again, and he hums happily at the contact and closes his eyes as the smoky edges of sleep flicker around in his mind. He can feel one of your hands playing with his hair, your fingers running through it and gently working out the knots. 

God, he was exhausted. 

“Sleep, Sho,” you murmur softly, pressing one hand to his cheek. He smiles faintly and leans into your touch as you smile back at him tenderly, and everything fades into a blissful silence. 

A weight on his chest and a soft paw slapping his nose is what rouses Shouta from the deep sleep he’d been in, and he blearily opens his eyes to the sight of Tofu sitting on him smacking him across the face — just like every morning. 

Who needs an alarm clock when you have a cat?

Shouta groans and sits up, stretching and ignoring the annoyed mrrp! his cat lets out when forced to hop down. Glancing to your side of the bed, he smiles softly at the sight of you with wild hair and drool dripping down your chin with one hand thrown over your head, and he leans down and nuzzles you affectionately. You hum softly and slowly blink awake, your first sight of the day being him bumping his nose against yours. 

You grin. “Hi,” you whisper, and he grins back. 

“Hi,” he murmurs, and you giggle. You glance at the clock and then smile eagerly, a sudden lusty look in your eye. 

“Think we could have a quickie this morning before you go to class, Sensei?” you purr, and he groans and lets his head thump against your shoulder, closing his eyes. 

“If you were anyone else, that wouldn’t have been so fucking sexy,” he mumbles, and you giggle before pressing a quick series of kisses to his stubbly jaw. 

“Well, Sensei?” you ask playfully, and he looks at you with dark eyes. “Aren’t you going to teach me a lesson?”

He grins wickedly and doesn’t respond, instead jumping you and pressing you into the mattress. You accidentally let out a gleeful shriek as he begins to lave open-mouthed kisses across your skin, suckling at your skin long enough to leave marks alongside the bruises from last night. 

He pulls away, lips slightly swollen, and locks eyes with you, smiling breathlessly. “I’m gonna take you apart,” he says proudly, and over the next hour he does just that before padding off into the bathroom for another shower, leaving you spread out on the bed with a racing heart. Your entire body feels like a bowl of mush, and as the sounds of him showering in the bathroom reach your ears you groan, forcing yourself to move. You’d wanted to make him a bento this morning, and you damn well were going to. 

It’s done by the time he leaves the bedroom, fully dressed in his hero uniform, and you’re resting on the sectional with Tofu dozing on your lap and one of your several computers on hand. Shouta doesn’t want to know what you’re looking at so excitedly and pointedly ignores the screen as he dips down and catches your lips with his, kissing you deeply. 

“I’ll see you tonight, I don’t have patrol tonight,” he mumbles against your lips before kissing you again. You smile softly and nod. 

“Okay hun. Oh, and don’t forget your lunch on the kitchen counter!” youncall, and he grunts a response. He heads to the kitchen and grabs his keys and a coat as well as his capture weapon, and during all of this Tofu wakes up. The cat darts off of your lap and into your kitchen and then, judging from the choked screech your boyfriend lets out, proceeds to jump the man and start biting. 

“Fucking why, Tofu?!”

You giggle softly and call the cat, and the little menace bounces back to you as if he’d not done anything wrong, curling up in your lap and starting to purr happily. Shouta grumbles the entire way out the door, and then he’s leaving, and you’re still giggling. Hizashi was at the door, ready to grab breakfast with Shouta as expected, and he calls out a quick greeting and says ‘hello’ to Tofu before setting out with your boyfriend, letting the house fall silent. 

You grin and get back to work. 

Hours later you’re hungry, so you put your… less than legal work to the side and head to the kitchen, leaving Tofu asleep on the couch. As you go in, you pause, glancing at the end of the corner of the kitchen counter where the bento you’d made Shouta sits. At first you’re annoyed, but then you grin; he must have put it down in the struggle for his life when he went head on against the cat. 

Grabbing a pretty pink and white handkerchief, you wrap the large box up so you can hold it by handkerchief loops and begin making your way to U.A. School, buying yourself lunch along the way ( Because honestly? You deserved it. ). It takes around an hour, but eventually you make it, and after a few more minutes you manage to weasel your way inside and begin your trek through the halls to Class 1-A’s room. 

Ahead of you is a familiar white bundle of fur wrapped up in a small suit, and you giggle softly to yourself.  “Hello, Nedzu!” you greet brightly through a grin that mimicked a shark's predatory smile. The stoat ahead of you freezes, then turns quickly and responds in kind, his small black eyes shining darkly as the two of you — a frequent pair online when it came to tearing down certain aspects of hero society — coem to meet in the hallway. 

“Hello! What brings you to U.A. today?” he asks kindly, walking beside you as you continue on your way,  and you laugh genuinely. 

“Shouta forgot his lunch at home, I was just bringing it to him,” you explain with ease, and he nods. 

“Oh, how kind!” he replies, and smiles again while narrowing his eyes. “Though next time we will have to get you a security access card; it won’t do to have unannounced guests slipping in and out of the school!” Though the two of you could be considered ‘friends’, the slight warning was clear; while he wasn’t upset with you for coming in, he’d have preferred to not have a weakness in security that you could take advantage of enough to enter the school undetected.

Oh well. He’d patch the ‘hole’ and you’d find a new way to worm yourself in until the security system was sl tightly woven a drop of water couldn’t seep through. That was the entire purpose of this game, after all. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” is the only response you give, and it seems to please him enough. The rest of your walk to Shouta’s classroom is spent in interesting conversation, various subjects coming and going until finally you reach the classroom door. 

“Well, this is your stop!” Nedzu says brightly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thank you!” you call kindly as he disappears around a corner, and you knock then enter. 

All eyes lock on you as you come in, and out of all of them the only ones that don’t shine with confusion are your boyfriend’s. He stands from his chair and strides over to you quickly, an eyebrow raised, and growls quietly in a tone many ( but not you ) would consider harsh, “Now you know damn well you aren't supposed to come here — do you realize how many people there are here who could identify you?” 

You just smile brightly. “You left your bento on the kitchen counter!” you say, and he pauses for a moment and looks down at the pink bundle. 

“…Oh,” he mumbles simply, then nods. “Thank you, then.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile, and he turns to put it on the desk then pauses. You tilt your head to the side curiously, still ignoring the twenty pairs of eyes on the pair of you, as he turns around. 

“How the hell did you get in?” Shouta asks, both curious and confused, but you just giggle and give him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. 

“That’s a secret for me and Nedzu to know, honey,” you say sweetly, then disappear out the door. Aizawa stares after you, then sighs. 

“Well fuck,” he mutters. “That’s a match made in hell; god, why did I introduce those two to each other?” He turns and faces the sea of children he’d momentarily forgotten he had, and freezes. For a moment he fears they’ve recognized her, but then he registers that all twenty of his stupid children are grinning like the little devil spawns they are, and he fights off the urge to groan. “Why me, god?”

“Aizawa-Sensei has a girlfriend!” Ashido shrieks excitedly, and his entire Hell Class devolves into excited banter and rambling, endless questions pouring his way from all twenty, even the handful he trusted to be the quiet ones. 

“Why didn’t you tell us about your girlfriend, Sensei?!” Ashido asks, mimicked afterwards by nearly twenty voices. 

“Is she our new mom?” Kaminari asks, glancing at Kirishima through a grin that was brightly returned. The entire class giggles at the question. 

“Sensei has a girlfriend! Sensei has a girlfriend!” comes a random cheer from seemingly nowhere, likely Hagakure, and Shouta collapses into his chair with his face buried into his hands as twenty voices pummel him with question after question and the shrieks never end. 

“This. This is why I never told you,” he grumbles in response to Ashido, and the entire class devolves into more giggles and talking. Shouta sighs; it was only Monday. 

This was panning out to be a long week. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#shouta aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shota x reader #— kinktober_23.♡ #shouta aizawa x you #shota aizawa x you #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shota x you #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x you #my hero academia x you #bnha x you #mha x you #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[reidingandwriting]

coming out > shouta aizawa (mha)

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Aizawa & Daughter!Reader, Reader x Momo (not official,,, yet), mentions of EraserMic

Warnings: Like one or two curse words, anxiety about coming out, probably a little OOC characters but oh wellll. Mostly fluff, I love writing Dadzawa

A/N: This was a request from @wi-2006 I hope you enjoy it!

you fell to the ground with a pained thud, and you scowled as you stared up at the sky. “damn it,” you huffed as you sat up, and you rested on your knees.

“i’m so sorry! are you okay?” izuku held out a hand to you and you allowed him to pull you up before you dusted off the knees of your costume.

“‘m fine,” you brushed back a few strands of hair that had escaped from your ponytail before you got back into position. “i’m ready now.”

“need to focus, kid,” your dad’s voice called from a few yards away where he was helping hitoshi with his capture weapon. to anyone else, he appeared bored, bored of correcting your mistakes and calling out your lack of attention, but you recognized the concern in his voice. you knew he’d be talking to you later and you briefly considered faking sick to avoid the inevitable conversation. “try again, then take a break.”

you nodded as you turned towards izuku again, eyes narrowing as you focused. you had been sparring for what felt like hours at this point, and you wanted to perfect this new takedown. your close combat skills were usually your strength, but you couldn’t focus today.

izuku nodded briefly at you before he was off, and you quickly countered his first attack. the two of you continued to spar, each getting a fair amount of blows in before you finally saw the opening you needed. you jumped into action and when izuku was finally pinned, you leaned back against the ground and let out an ‘oof’ as your back hit the grass, your eyes screwed shut from the sun. you enjoyed the feeling of the sun for a minute, and a moment later, you heard shifting beside you. you squinted your eyes open and reached over, shoving at izuku’s arm as he sat beside you.

“you did good today,” you said and izuku smiled at you.

“thank you! you did, too.” a brief pause. “i asked mr. aizawa if we could go off campus and grab dinner for everyone, i think it’s shoto’s night to cook.” you shuddered at the thought and nodded.

“good idea.” you sat up. “let me get my gym bag and say bye and we can go.” izuku nodded and you stood up, and you walked over to grab your things. hitoshi was finishing his cooldown stretches, your dad watching from a few feet away. you walked up to him and butted your head against the back of his arm. you smiled as your dad’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and his hand ruffled your hair.

“good takedown,” your dad commented before he looked at you. “still coming home tonight?” you nodded, gnawing at your lip. you switched between your dorm with your class and your room in the teacher’s dorms; you loved your classmates but sometimes you needed a break from them. and your dad’s was the best place to get that break. you missed your old house, but you still have the cats and hizashi and your aunt nemuri are close, so it was still pretty nice.

“gonna do dinner, watch a movie, then head over,” you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment, enjoying the rare moment of peace with your dad. he briefly rested his head against your own before he patted your shoulder.

“should shower first, too. don’t need you stinking up the house,” a subtle smirk made its way to his face and you glared up at him.

“just for that, i’m not going to.” you stuck your tongue out at him, narrowly ducking from the stray edge of capture weapon that shot out at you. “rude!”

you exchanged goodbyes with your dad, called out a goodbye to shinsou, then jogged over to izuku. you and izuku walked off campus and you talked about classes, upcoming exams. you were texting the class groupchat about dinner orders when he asked a question that made you pause.

“you seemed really distracted today. is everything okay?” you and izuku were close, you and him quickly becoming friends, and you had the same friend group.

“i’m a little worried about my weekend with my dad,” you admitted after a minute, and izuku stayed quiet, having learned when to let you rant. “he knows something is bothering me and i’m worried about him asking me. i can’t lie to him, he’s my dad. but i’m also terrified of how he’ll react.” izuku stayed quiet for another moment, and you sighed. “i’m thinking about telling him.”

you could practically hear the gears turning in izuku’s head until it clicked. your crush on momo wasn’t glaringly obvious, but you had let it slip to some of your friends (izuku, hitoshi, and ochako). your entire friend group knew you were bisexual, hell you’re pretty sure your entire class did, but your dad didn’t know. and you didn’t know what was worse- telling him about it or him realizing you’ve been hiding it from him for so long. and you were scared. scared of how he’d react, scared if things would change.

“do you want to tell him?”

“yes. no. i don’t know? he can tell something is up and today just confirmed it. it never should’ve taken me that long to knock you on your ass. he’s gonna ask what’s bothering me and i just… i can’t lie to him if he asks me.” your phone vibrated and a quick glance left you smiling once you saw the text. “he’s bound to find out soon, and it would only be worse if he found out from someone else.”

izuku nodded, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “it’ll be scary, but i know you can do it. if you want any of us there with you, we’d all be happy to.”

“thanks, zuku. this is something i need to do myself, though. but if it goes bad, i may hide in your room after.” izuku wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, and you wrap your arm around him. “thank you.” no other words were said as you walked into the restaurant and the nervous pit in your stomach started to fade away a little.

-

dinner came and went, and now your class had spread out across the common room to watch some pre-quirk era movie about this hero that resembled a spider.

“sero! do you think you could-“ denki started and without looking away from the screen, you spoke.

“don’t even think about it,” you said and denki’s friends started laughing.

“okay, sensei,” denki huffed and you instinctively shot a glare at the blonde. denki yelped and hid behind hitoshi, who wrapped an arm around him.

“dude, she’s not actually aizawa, you don’t have to hide from her.” you rolled your eyes, an amused smirk on your lips.

“she looks just like him! look at that,” denki whined. living with aizawa, naturally you adopted his facial expressions and even his ‘teacher voice’ at times. denki would forever be haunted by the resemblance you had to your father when he had accidentally woken you up, your eyes might as well have been glowing with the glare you had given him.

“well he is my father,” you drawled and momo giggled from beside you, and you willed yourself to keep your expression calm.

the rest of the movie played out and you had started to fall asleep on the couch. you froze as you felt a blanket drape over you and someone lean down.

“goodnight,” momo whispered, her lips brushing against your cheek before she excused herself to bed. a minute later, you peeked an eye open and were grateful to see you were the last one in the common area. what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

“coming to bed?” your dad’s voice startled you and you jumped off the couch. he raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded.

“sorry, yeah. just started falling asleep,” your dad’s gaze was disbelieving but he dropped it for now.

“have everything you need?” you felt for the phone in your pocket and nodded, and you tucked yourself into your dad’s side as you yawned. “let’s go.”

you woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the faint hum of the television. you stretched and yawned as you sat up before you stood and walked to the living room. you were greeted by the sight of your dad, coffee mug in one hand and pen in the other as he graded papers.

“morning,” you greeted as you walked to the coffee maker and you poured yourself a mug. you took a seat beside your dad a minute later, and you looked down at the papers as you leaned against him. “how’d i do?”

“good as usual,” your dad turned to kiss your temple, and you smiled. a comfortable silence filled the room as you watched your dad grade, occasionally looking up at the TV screen. it was quiet, it was peaceful. and then your dad spoke again.

“i’ve noticed you’ve been a little in your head lately. distracted easily, not as focused as usual.” a brief pause. “is everything okay?” you swore your heart stopped and you set your mug down with a shaky breath. your dad set his pen down and turned to face you, his focus fully on you. “kid?”

“i’ve wanted to tell you, i-i was just worried you’d get mad.” you whispered and he frowned.

“well, you’re sitting here now so you haven’t been arrested.” the blunt statement shocked you and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. “i’m your teacher, so i’d know if you were expelled, suspended, or failing anything. none of your classmates ever come to me with any complaints about how you treat them. i don’t see what you could’ve done that would make me upset with you.”

“it’s nothing i did. it’s just… i don’t know how to explain it. just something i… discovered?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning.

“is it about school?” you shook your head.

“do you remember the crush i had on hitoshi?” you decided to finally get to it and your stomach twisted and turned. he didn’t have his capture weapon on, you could realistically make it out the door before he could get it. you wouldn’t make it far, but you could make it to nemuri’s or hizashi’s. no, you needed to tell him. you could run away after.

your dad nodded. “didn’t that end a while ago? when he started liking someone else?” you nodded.

“i had never had a crush on anyone before hitoshi and when he told me he liked someone else, i was upset. i had my friends to help me through it, and i got close with one of them. i think i really like them, but…”

your dad stayed quiet, waiting to see if you’d continue talking or if he could talk. you took a deep breath before you looked your dad in the eyes. “i like momo.” you whispered. “i, i never liked another girl before and i didn’t know i could. then denki talked to me about it and said i could be bisexual? and i am. bi.”

the silence was deafening and you felt your hands start to shake. you wanted your dad to say something, anything, but you were scared of what he would say.

“have you asked her out yet?”

“i’m sorry, i’ll go back to the- wait, what?”

“why are you apologizing?” your dad asked and suddenly, his expression softening. “did you think i would react badly?” your vision immediately became blurry and your eyes began to burn. seconds later, you were pulled into your dad’s chest and you latched onto him. you sobbed against him, tears soaking through his shirt as he rubbed your back. “you’re happy, you’re healthy, you’re not hurting anyone. that’s all i could ever ask for,” another sob left you at his words and you shifted to look up at him.

one hand combed through your hair and the other cupped your cheek, thumbs wiping away stray tears. “i-i don’t know why, but i thought you’d be mad at me,” you whimpered and your dad shook his head.

“never. you can’t control who you love, it would be illogical to get mad over something you had no control over.” your dad leaned back against the couch, and you curled into his side. “besides, would be extremely irrational of me to get upset over you being bi since i’ve been dating hizashi for the last two months.” it took you a minute to process his words and you sat up.

“what?! you and hizashi?” your dad nodded, amused smile on his face and you stood up. “come on, get up. i need to go talk to him if you thought you two could date without telling me!” laughter filled the dorm and as you walked down the hall a minute later with your dad trailing behind, you couldn’t be happier. maybe now you could finally ask momo on a date.

#aizawa #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa!daughter #aizawa x daughter!reader #platonic aizawa #my hero x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha fic #my hero academia fic #bnha x reader #bnha fic

[yuurei20]

Happy birthday to Chenya’s VA, Hama Kento!

In 2023 Hama had roles in “To Your Eternity,” “Soaring Sky! Pretty Cure” and “The Story of Defined Life” as well as multiple live performances and character song albums for projects such as “THE IDOLM@STER SideM,” “A3!” and more.

His upcoming roles for 2024 include “Matsurika no -kEi- Tenmei Iniden” (with Floyd’s Okamoto, Ace’s Yamashita, and Neige’s Nagatsuka) for Nintendo Switch and mobile game “Nemuri to Kyokai no Arcana”  (with Crewel’s Ito).

#twisted wonderland #twstseiyuu #Hama Kento #Chenya

[sketchfanda]

Sketchfan/Sketchfan85/sketchfan-da’s Nice Guys and the ladies who love them.

So as you might have seen thus far,I’ve what you’ve might cal, a personal group of some of the most genuine,nicest guys who I feel deserve a lot more love in terms of smut set and fics. Whether it’s because of heavy main char fixation for power fantasies,or giving more jerky guys focus for some reason,or due to supposed coding or what not,I’ve taken it upon myself to change thst best I can. Chopper from One Piece I’m considering making part of the candidate list,particularly and especially this human version cooked up by @aeolus06​. So naturally he’d be joining my current line up of

Krillin

Kirishima 

And Moxxie. Other possible candidates may include 

Lincoln

peter Parker aka Spider-Man especially as spite towards zeb wells and other writers who’ve been doing him dirty these past decades,because fuck you paul you smug douche who looks like an extra off of the set of a low budget porno,the kind where everyone has to be tested afterwards! including the camera guy! 

And dib from invader zim.Others will come to mind but this bunch is the priority focus and 7 is a lucky number. Fics for them will be mostly and mainly one shots of them with ladies of their respective universes and mostly tend to have an alpha girl of the group (their main wife/girlfriend) and crossover fun abounds here and there. Some like dib or linc I’d need to be creative as the main harems woild also have an emphasis for the number 7. 7 drsgon balls,7 dudes,7 women   And don’t get me started in what’s come to mind with crossover candidates XD. Main Harem rosters as follows

Krillin: android 18 (alpha wife/pimp)

android 21

kale Caulifla (Kefla as a bonus)

Erasa

Zangya 

Maron (switch outs for maron and zangya are acceptable with candidates like fem goku fem beerus or tournament of power female contestants)

kirishima: Mina ashido(alpha girlfriend)

Tooru Hagakure

Tsuyu Asui

Nemuri Kayama aka ms midnight

Setsuna tokage

Yaomomo

Jirou Kyouka (alternative switch outs include kinoko,pony and reiko from class B,tatami,mirko(though I like pairing her with fatgum mainly),mitsuki,camie, mt lady,Melissa the main 3 tend to be Mina tooru and midnight) (also acceptable are female versions of Izuku,bakugo,todoroki…)

Moxxie: Millie (alpha wife)

mayberry

 verosika (bonus with some of her posse of course,milky is a personal fave and can help fill in the numbers)

Loona

Stella or Octavia

Tony Tony chopper; nami nico Robin and vivi

Yamato

Carrot

Domino

Milky (acceptable switch outs include fem luffy,Hancock,nojiko,Wanda..)

#sketchfan #sketchfanda #sketchfan85 #the loud house #loud house #lincoln loud #Helluva Boss #helluva moxxie #moxxie helluva boss #moxxie #lincoln harem #krillin #kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro #mha eijirou #mha kirishima #my hero academia #mha #boko no hero academia #spider-man #spiderman #peter parker #dib membrane #dib invader zim #invader zim #tony tony chopper #chopper #one piece

[shinzuku]

my favourite bnha headcanons!!

— (sexualities & gender)

midoriya izuku

agender and pansexual

often switches between masc presenting and fem presenting

they/them

todoroki shouto

gender-nonconforming, asexual and demiromantic

he/they

uraraka ochako

genderfluid and pansexual

she/he/they but it really depends on whatever she's feeling

asui tsuyu

agender and aroace

she/her

iida tenya

gay gay gay gay gay gay gay

yaoyorozu momo

genderdoe and lesbian

she/they

tokoyami fumikage

transmasculine, asexual and gay

he/it

shinsou hitoshi

trans ftm, asexual and gay

he/him

hatsume mei

non-binary and aroace

they/them

bakugou katsuki

unlabelled

he/him

kirishima eijirou

aroace

he/him

ashido mina

trans mtf and omnisexual

she/her

kaminari denki

demiboy and bisexual

he/they

sero hanta

cishet ally

he/him

jirou kyouka

bigender, asexual, biromantic

she/he

shouji mezou

pansexual

he/him

hagakure tooru

aroaceflux

she/her

kouda kouji

non-binary, asexual and panromantic

they/them

ojirou mashirao

pansexual

he/him

satou rikido

questioning

he/him

aoyama yuuga

genderfluid and gay

she/her

mineta minoru

um,, no idea tbh

he/him

monoma neito

unlabelled

she/her

kendou itsuka

lesbian

she/her

tsunotori pony

pangender and pansexual

any pronouns

yanagi reiko

lesbian

she/it

aizawa shouta

agender, asexual and gay

they/them

yamada hizashi

gender nonconforming and pansexual

he/they/she

kayama nemuri

demigirl and bisexual

she/they

iida tensei

bisexual <3

he/him

shigaraki tomura / shimura tenko

trans ftm, asexual and biromantic

he/him

toga himiko

girlflux and bisexual

she/it/they

dabi / todoroki touya

gay

he/him

mr. compress / sako atsuhiro

trans ftm and gay

he/him

twice / bubaigawara jin

demisexual and gay

he/him

spinner / iguchi shuichi

non-binary and gay

they/them

usagiyama rumi

lesbian

she/her

fukukado emi

trans mtf and lesbian

she/her

takami keigo

gay

he/him

todoroki enji

bisexual

he/him

todoroki fuyumi

pansexual

she/her

todoroki natsuo

bisexual aromantic

he/him

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #sexualities #sexuality headcanons #gender headcanons #gender stuff #midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #class 1a #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kaminari denki

[grincubus]

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for midnight and mount lady with a male s/o? please and thank you!!!

YES SIRRRR

headcanons for midnight / mount lady x male s/o.

N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

cw: somnophilia [midnight]. semi-public sex [mt lady]. exhibitionism [midnight]. spanking [mt lady]. hair pulling [mt lady]. creampie [midnight].

MIDNIGHT / KAYAMA NEMURI

sex with her is not for the faint hearted, that’s for sure. you never quite know what you’re going to get — she likes to mix things up often. she has an arsenal of toys she likes to use on both of you. she especially loves using remote controlled vibrators on both of you in public where you can tease each other simultaneously. she thinks it’s romantic, lmao.

true to her public persona, she’s more dominant leaning than submissive. she takes out a lot of her frustration out on you, but that isn’t to say she doesn’t have her submissive moments too. she likes to keep you on your toes — when you get too much of one side of her she’ll suddenly switch on a dime. she could be barking you around one day and the next she’ll be whining for you to use her however you please.

she loves going down on you in public places. if there’s a table, chances are she’s going under it, and she won’t be satisfied until you’ve cum down her throat. (she especially loves doing it if it makes you nervous about people seeing. she loves watching you squirm — it’s such a wonderful sight, she wants everyone to see it.)

has a thing for using her hands. she really loves giving you handjobs, especially secretly when there are other people around, but she feels like it’s such a waste when you don’t get to cum in her. when she paints her nails she always wants to christen getting a new color by jerking you off. it’s a weird habit.

really into somnophilia (consensually ofc) on both of you. just the thought of you marathon fucking her until she passes out and waking up to you still going gets her wet. she also loves getting you hard when you’re asleep and using you for her own pleasure, especially if you wake up right at the end. seeing your sleepy, confused face right before you cum in her really makes her day. ♡

has a thing for glasses, specifically on herself. she loves riding you while wearing them and feeling them jump on her face while she bounces, or when you cum over them when you give her a facial. (she always wants you to finish in her whether it’s her pussy or her throat, the only exception is when she’s wearing glasses).

she wants to test out stuff she’s read in sex forums as often as possible. her reasoning is “couples should always try new things together,” but really she just wants to know exactly what makes you tick so she can exploit it later. she loves teasing you and making you cum as intensely as possible, so every time you get into bed with her you feel like you’ve run a marathon afterwards.

MOUNT LADY / TAKEYAMA YUU

quite opposite to midnight, is somewhat lazy when it comes to sex. she likes to be spoiled and she tends to boss you around when it comes to pleasing her, and wants you to do things to her rather than with her. she’s very finicky and hates it when she gets too sweaty or messy. she’ll give you the cold shoulder if you (god forbid) ruin her hair.

she’s a brat. she’s lazy and so hates being an active participant, but conversely she loves it when you manhandle her and put her in her place. she’d complain about going down on you and wouldn’t want to do it, but she gets off on you facefucking her and using her throat like a fleshlight. (especially when she’s in her hero mask and you can use her horns like handlebars.)

gets overwhelmed when you go down on her. she’s very sensitive so her thighs will be shaking and she’ll be squealing after just a few licks. it’s a really good way to work her up — she loves it when you pin her down and just keep making her cum. (but be careful, she hates being overstimulated.)

she wants all of your attention all of the time. she gets very jealous very easily — if you’re out together and you look too long at another woman, she’ll be pulling you into a bathroom and yanking your pants down to remind you that you’re her boyfriend, no one else’s. she gets off on doing risky things in semi-public places. (but not too public, she has a reputation to uphold.)

loves angry sex. she purposefully acts out to get you to be rough or punish her. she’ll try to get you jealous by bragging about sexual stuff basement dwellers say about her online or start some useless argument over something small so you’ll get mad and fuck her brains out later that night.

the only time she’s really active is when she’s pissed off. someone flirted with you at lunch? she’s had back-to-back press interviews all day? she couldn’t catch a villain? her popularity’s been stagnant lately? get ready for a long night because she’s going to be fucking until you’re shooting blanks. she’ll complain if you slow down at all, so make sure you can keep up. ♡

her favorite forms of punishment are cockwarming, being restrained, and especially spanking. she loves it when you bend her over your knee and slap her ass until it’s red and glowing — she’ll mess up her count on purpose so you’ll yank her hair, it’s the only time she won’t complain about you messing it up. loves harsh punishments that leave her thoroughly spent because she sleeps really well afterwards. (she hogs the blankets the entire night and doesn’t care when you complain about it lmao.)

#bnha smut #male reader #bnha x male reader #midnight x reader #mt lady x reader #belatedly realized you said and not or hopefully i didnt misunderstand the req by doing them separare and not together? #midnight #mt lady #mine

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

aideku with the one of your eyes is there eyes until you meet and they switch so you have both of your eyes

Izuku's eye went red sometimes as a child. They thought it was because of his soulmate. Izuku would learn they were right, when he met Aizawa Shouta and their eyes swapped. It latched them on to one another to. Both Gen Ed kids aiming for heroics, scheming and plotting with the best of them. Getting in had felt like a dream but they did it. They were in, and they were going to be heroes, the both of them.

Izuku just didn't expect to get his black eye back. Not ever. He screamed upon realizing it, running to demand answers from their friends.

Oboro couldn't look him in the eyes. Hizashi sobbed. Nemuri whimpered.

Shouta was gone. Izuku drifted.

He pulled himself together and landed a job at UA. He worked with his friends again, and he always talked to the kids about the shock of losing a soulmate. He showed pictures of him and Shouta.

"Never think this is a safe career. Never think that you're invincible. Always be aware." were his words to them.

Izuku's eye hadn't gone red in years. He kept the black one.

So why did it vanish and change back to green upon seeing a monster in the USJ?

#bnha #bnha au #aideku #soulmate friday

[butterfly-writer]

I thought you didn’t want me?

Midnight x Female!Reader

Summary: Midnight and Y/n both liked each other but are oblivious to that, and they never confess their feelings, until now.

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★☽A/N: This is for Midnight who has died in the manga and now is dead in the anime, may she rest in peace. </33

Contents: fluff

DISCLAIMER: WEDNESDAY ADDAMS SPOILERS.

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!~ You and Midnight have been close friends since your days in U.A. Even now, you both are still best friends, always going on missions together and hanging out off duty. Even if you don’t work at U.A, Midnight would always make time for you and even get you special access to the school’s grounds (Since you’re a pro hero) and would give lectures from time to time. Midoriya was stoked to meet you, he kept on rambling facts about you, which made you laugh that someone could know THAT much about your quirk!

!~ You even picked someone to intern in your agency(If you/your oc doesn’t have an agency, that student will intern with you.) Who’s that lucky person? That would be [Insert BNHA character]! He/She was fairly shocked that an amazing pro hero like you would pick someone like him/her. But he/she has become an amazing intern that he/she even decided to hero study with you!

!~ Despite all this fun U.A stuff, Midnight has been- A bit confused with her feelings. Unable to tell you how she feels, in fear of your rejection. Not only her, but you have been doubting your feelings for Kayama. I mean, she never really showed that she has a special interest in you. You would think flirting would be the first sign of someone liking you, nope. There are others who actually flirt without having a crush on that person, and she’s one of those types of people. How would you know that she’s flirting with you when she flirts with others, even some of her students! (Platonically)

The more you both hang out, the more she likes you. But you never showed any affection or any signs of crushing on her. What happens if she finally tells you how she feels?

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It was around the time before class 1A’s Provisional Hero License Exam, Y/N and Nemuri decided to hang out at her place after school. Like any other hang outs they had, Y/n would prepare the snacks while Nemuri set up the place. 

This was it, Nemuri decided to confess!

She is going to spill all her feelings to you and hope for the best!! The best way she could!

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Y/N arrived at her house as planned and Nemuri had practised her lines on what to say to you, hoping to say the right things and hoped that Y/N wouldn’t reject her.

“Y/N!! Have you brought the stuff?” Nemuri welcomed her crush of a friend with open arms. “Haha! Mhm, got them right here with me!!” Y/N was so damn excited for her hangout with her “friend.” This was it, this is her chance but Y/N didn’t know that a special someone is going to also confess her hidden feelings.

“C’mon! Let’s go to my room sweetheart!” Nemuri casually drops in a pet name and causes Y/N to blush a bit. Both of them headed to her room and  set up the little bed fort on the bed with the snacks perfectly lined up, ready to snack on.

“Sooo, what should we do?~” Nemuri asked. “Hmmm, how about Netflix?? I heard that Wednesday Addams is a good show!” Y/N suggested, to which Nemuri agreed into watching that series. Nemuri hopped out of the bed that was made for their little bed fort and walked up to the TV to turn it on and to switch on to Netflix. She then clicked on Wednesday Addams that was on the recommended section of Netflix.

The dark indigo haired lady hopped back to the fort with the remote in her hand. “Ready?” Nemuri asked and Y/N answered with a “Yes.” Nemuri nodded and started to play the series.

Hours had gone by and they were now on episode 5. ‘Maybe I should ask her now? I mean- It’s now or never..’ Nemuri pondered over her choices right now before deciding to do it now. It’s now or never, right?

With a breath in and out, she mentally prepares for this moment. “Hey, Y/N?” She called out softly, “Hm? Yea? What is it?” Y/N turned her head towards Kayama, “I gotta tell you something..” Kaya started, Y/N nodded and turned her body so she’s facing her. The series paused at this moment (So they wouldn’t miss anything).

“I actually meant to tell you this… I actually like you, a lot! You’re rather sweet and funny and of course, really sexy. I would love to take you out on an actual date, as girlfriends. We have been friends since high school but I probably fell for you around our debut together. If you want to stay friends then it’s fine, but do give me an actual chance.” Nemuri confessed with all she got, leaving Y/N stunned.

“You- Like me? Me?? I thought you didn’t want me?” Y/N had probably read the signals wrong because she never knew that Kayama would have these feelings for her. Y/N was already blushing hard from embarrassment, “Omg, I didn’t know!! Ahhhh!!” She put her hands over her face as she squirmed in her place from embarrassment. Kayama chuckled and pulled Y/N’s hands off her face to look at her, “So, will you go out with me? Y/N L/N?” Nemuri asked with hope in her eyes. “Of course!!” Y/N accepted with a smile, Kayama smiled happily before pulling Y/N for a kiss.

By now, they were officially girlfriends. But they of course didn’t forget to watch the series together. They both cried when they saw Thing almost dying in EP 7. </333

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#MHA #BNHA #My hero academia #Boku no hero academia #midnight bnha #nemuri Kayama #midnight x female reader #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama x reader #nemuri x reader #female reader #Wednesday Addams spoilers

[quill-n]

Here it is, y'all!! the ✨lore post✨ for my living doll au :]

CW// discussion of murder, implications of violent acts, implications of body horror/dismemberment, mild grief/themes of loss, very minor suggestive themes?

Er, it's more of a plot post actually? The storyline~

(super long post, I'm sorry lol)

EdgeJeanist centric + some background EraserMic family, rooftop trio, and Mt. Kamui + also Rumi and Keigo being annoying (affectionate) ✨

edit: (whispers) Please check out my animatic for this au if you haven't seen it yet, I worked so hard on it ty <3

Ok, so it starts out with Tsunagu.

[Current time frame is roughly adjacent to the Victorian Era, but it's more of a fantasy-ish world not exactly rl]

He's a tailor who enjoys his craft very much 🧵🪡 But he gets *ahem* ✨hate crimed✨ (murdered) (also hate crimed though. it was a hate crime.) (his corpse was left to rot.)

Fortunately for him, a benevolent spirit passing through the living realm discovered him. Pitying the poor soul whose life was unjustly cut short, he gifted Tsunagu a chance at another life—along with some spooky cool new spirit realm abilities and a brand new look ✨

Back in the living world, in comes Shinya—who was familiar with (and lowkey crushing on) Tsunagu at the time.

He's the first to notice that his favorite tailor is missing, so of course he starts searching. That ends up getting him killed as well, though. (Can't let there be any witnesses, right?)

HOWEVER Tsunagu finds him and uses his newly gifted abilities to (literally) stitch him back together—like a doll :)

Shinya wakes up in the spirit realm, undead and wrapped up in one of Tsunagu's scarves <3

("A gift. To celebrate the start of our newfound afterlives," Tsunagu had said when he asked about it)

In honor of the spirit's kindness, they vowed to use Tsunagu's gift to rescue lost souls who were similarly fucked over in their lives ✨

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Over the years, their relationship solidifies—it doesn't progress (romantically (yet)) or anything, but they're close.

(edit: actually, I've decided that they're fuck buddies. it makes more sense for the plot in my head, I think. I'm also a sucker for fuck buddies to lovers. and now this is a fuck buddies to lovers story.)

They live in a mansion in the spirit realm, fulfilling their vow and offering second chances to those whose first chance was ripped away from them. Tsunagu is the head of the house, making sure everything is in order (and lovingly referred to as The Seamstress by the dolls); Shinya is his closest friend and confidant.

Most of the dolls leave after they're revived to explore the spirit realm and find their own path, but some of the dolls choose to stay. Of which include Rumi: a victim of a brutal serial killing, Keigo: who was wrongfully hanged for a crime he did not commit, and Shinso: an unfortunate casualty from a violent accident.

(Shinya stays too, of course.)

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Ok, we're switching focus for a sec and also fast forwarding

Closer to modern day, we have Aizawa, who runs an orphanage with Nemuri, and Bakugo, who was recently orphaned.

Bakugo is (as anyone would be) distraught and unstable with his grief over losing his parents. He decides to try reaching out to the spirit realm to at least talk to them one last time, but it backfires as he encounters a demonic spirit and it attacks him.

Aizawa hears the commotion and rushes over to find Bakugo only half alive and critically injured with a curse on his soul. The effects of the attack are far beyond what human doctors would be able to mend.

Luckily, Aizawa has his own connections to the spirit realm (via a guardian spirit named Hizashi who visits him regularly).

He remembers Hizashi telling him about a certain spidery spirit who might be able to help, and he rushes to bring Bakugo to the spirit realm (leaving Nemuri in charge). The ritual costs him an eye and the spirit realm is dangerous for living humans, but it's a price he willingly pays.

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Back to the mansion

It's a fairly normal day for everyone, taking care of household chores, tending the garden and whatnot—until a living human comes desperately knocking at the front door.

Everyone freaks out for a moment because this is unheard of. Despite that, Tsunagu welcomes Aizawa in and rushes Bakugo to the infirmary with no hesitation.

Tsunagu just manages to get Bakugo stable. However, he can't fix everything and the curse still remains, slowly but surely draining away at Bakugo's life. He's stable for now, though. Now, they just need to figure out how to save him for good.

Tsunagu also patches Aizawa's eye up, and they speak for a moment, discussing what happened and what they can possibly do. But with no clear answer, they decide that Aizawa would stay in the ✨Doll House✨ with Bakugo until they can find a cure.

(On a lighter note, I'm imagining a scene where they bring Aizawa to the dining hall so he can get something to eat, but since none of the dolls nor Tsunagu need to eat anymore, their kitchen is pretty much empty (save for some moldy bread and questionable canned meat lol). So Rumi and Keigo go on a silly little side quest to obtain some Edible™ food for their guest.)

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Anyways.

Have I mentioned that Shinya is down bad for Tsunagu? Has been for the past two centuries? Because he is, and Rumi and Keigo know it. Tsunagu knows it too (and also knows that the feelings are reciprocated, but neither of them have made a move).

Problem is that because of the whole "holy shit you saved me and brought me back to life (literally)" thing, Shinya wholeheartedly believes that Tsunagu is. totally out of his league.

And that only hits harder when Tsunagu starts spending more time with Aizawa. Nothing more than working with Bakugo, but time spent nonetheless. It makes Shinya anxious and just a tad bit jealous.

Why wouldn't a living person who, despite being in a damn near hopeless situation, risked everything to try and save someone.. be more attractive than... a servant with a life debt..?

He tries not to worry about it because no, that's stupid, there's no reason to be jealous—

But then Tsunagu gives Aizawa a scarf. One of his hand-made scarves, of which the only other person who owned one (other than Tsunagu himself, of course) was Shinya.

It unsettles him a little bit. (It shouldn't, he tells himself, but it does.)

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What unsettles him more though is the state that poor Bakugo is in.

He spends the next several days alongside Tsunagu, desperately trying everything they could to reverse the curse. From potions to incantations to cantrips...

Nothing seems to work.

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Shifting focus again for a sec—to Shinso this time!

He approaches Aizawa not long after he arrives and just... asks questions.

They talk. About the living world, about what being alive is like.

(Shinso died when he was 16 years old, and he missed being alive more than all the others. He was the youngest out of all the dolls. No one was even sure if he would be able to grow up, or if he'd just be stuck at 16 forever.)

So he found comfort in Aizawa. This living person who could give him a glimpse into the life he couldn't have.

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Rumi and Keigo hang out with Shinya like usual—and being the little shits (affectionate) they are, they pester him about his relationship with Tsunagu.

He tries brushing them off, changing the conversation topic to Bakugo, but they read right through him ofc so he just. leaves. lol.

Essentially they follow him, trying to cheer him up lol

They pass by Bakugo's room and overhear a conversation between Tsunagu and Aizawa. Tsunagu is talking about how similar he and Aizawa are, in that Tsunagu is the head of a house of lost souls and Aizawa is the caretaker of an orphanage. Something they can connect over.

Shinya overhears all this. He's a little more upset about it than he would like to admit.

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Of course Tsunagu notices something is up, though

So sometime later, he finds Shinya and they have a little one-on-one chat.

It's not exactly that they sort things out... but they clear up the jealousy bit—and their relationship *ahem* strengthens. *ahem ahem*

(It's not exactly settled though, and it's not like Shinya's insecurities just suddenly vanished. those are definitely still there.)

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More days are spent trying to save Bakugo, along with no success. Bakugo is looking worse by the minute.

(Shinya and Tsunagu continue to..... *enhance* their relationship when they're not busy, too. but that's besides the point.)

Things are interrupted when a living doll shows up at the door alongside a guardian spirit.

(The doll is Shirakumo, and Hizashi is the spirit.)

They brought a recently deceased girl—no older than ten years old—for Tsunagu to bring back to life.

Everyone's... heartbroken. at how young she is.

Eri is scared when she wakes up, absolutely terrified of everyone, and of Tsunagu specifically. She stays close to Aizawa, because he's the only living person there (aside from Bakugo) and everyone else is scary to her :(

(she ends up growing closer to Shinso too (after she realizes he's not so bad; he's also the only other kid there), she grows to see him as a big brother of sorts <3 )

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Later that day, in another vain effort to try and find a cure, Shinya goes through the garden to see if any of their ✨magic✨ herbs/plants would be any help. However, he ends up instead getting hit by some spores that essentially get him super drunk, and Tsunagu has to come rescue him. Again.

Cue scene of him just drunkenly fucking sobbing in Tsunagu's arms about how he's always been the one to save him and now he can't even find a way to save the poor kid so how can he ever possibly hope to repay him back for that and that he'd never be deserving of his love—

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The next day (sober and admittedly very embarrassed), Shinya spends the next day by himself in the mansion's library. He sorts through the books and files, trying to get his mind off things, and he stumbles upon a letter addressed to Tsunagu and signed by someone named Nishiya.

(It turned out to be a response to a thank you note Tsunagu had written for the spirit that had originally brought him back to life all those years ago.)

Shinya made two realizations in that moment:

1. If this spirit was powerful enough to gift Tsunagu his abilities and bring him back to life, then he might be able to cure Bakugo.

2. He could follow the address to find the spirit—Nishiya. It was risky, as not only was the spirit realm perilous to traverse (even for the undead), but there was no guarantee that he would even find this spirit.

But they were also running out of options.

He makes a plan to follow the address, finds a map he can use, and packs some supplies—some magic thread (procured from the Seamstress himself) to suture his body and soul back together should he need it—to bring along just in case. Rumi and Keigo also manage sneak up on him and convince him to let them tag along.

(Their reasoning was that Oboro and Hizashi were staying to lend a hand anyways, and they allegedly also had some connections that might help them find Nishiya. Which was pretty damn convincing.)

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The connections that Keigo had turned out to be a young spirit guide named Tokoyami

He leads them through the world, following the map they have. There's some obstacles on the road, but some other spirit guides (Sero and Kaminari :) ) help them get through ✨

Finally, they find a river marked on their map, on the other side of which should be Nishiya's home—except they happen to encounter the demonic spirit that originally injured Bakugo before they can cross

The demon realizes there are living souls involved and immediately decides that it's going to go finish the job, so Rumi and Keigo fight it to try and hold it back. They send Shinya to go ahead and find Shinji. Hopefully before the demon escapes...

... and Luckily he finally finds who he's looking for! Only... he finds him crying the river he just crossed.

When Shinya asks Nishiya what's wrong, he explains how he fell in love with a mortal woman (Takeyama) while he was travelling through the human realm, but she was dreadfully killed.

Shinya finds her and brings her back for him. because that's just what dolls of The Seamstress do :)

(Technically, he himself doesn't have that power, but he used the thread from Tsunagu that he brought. and also you don't just spend two centuries with a necromancer without picking up a few tricks lol)

When they reunite—this undead human and his ethereal god-like spirit—Shinya has this moment of realization

It doesn't matter if he doesn't think he's good enough for Tsunagu bc none of that matters, friendship is magic y'know (lol)

Still, Nishiya gives him more than he asked for as a thank you.

JUST IN TIME TOO. Rumi and Keigo are unable to hold the demon back any longer and it takes off towards the mansion. They take off after it.

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SO THE DEMON ATTACKS MANSION

Hizashi and Oboro reach it first, try to fight it, and pretty much get tossed aside by this thing :(

The demon reaches Aizawa and Bakugo; Aizawa tries protecting Bakugo and nearly gets annihilated instead—his leg gets mauled off by the demon :(

Cue angry spider Seamstress fighting the demon to protect his family <3

He manages to hold him off, but starts losing pretty quickly. this demon is POWERFUL ok

but then IN SWOOPS SHINYA!! ~With a ✨brand new look✨

Together with Tsunagu (and the other dolls + Hizashi), they manage to drive the demon off!! BEGONE DEMON yeah >:)

At the end, they have the whole heartwarming reunion thing, but NOT before Shin'ya uses his ✨new abilities✨ to lift Bakugo's curse... and it works!!

Shinya also stitches up Tsunagu, who was pretty badly injured in the fight with the demon... so now they match!! Tsunagu also sort of freaks out about where Shinya's been and why he didn't tell anyone and what the HELL is up with his new look and how glad he is that he's back—

(A side note about Shinya's ✨new look✨~ he's more powerful now, about the same level as Tsunagu (except he can heal the living instead of bringing back the dead).

He also has moth wings now!! His new role from heron out is to be a guide for rescued souls.

Moths can be messengers, symbols of death, but they're also attracted to light. In this case, he is a beacon for life :) )

Things are resettled from here, happy ending :)

Well, kinda. Shinya and Tsunagu have their whole thing, but Eri and Shinso can't follow Aizawa back to the living world...

BUT! that's ok because Hizashi and Oboro agree to take care of them in his stead :) and they make plans to visit the living realm (and for Aizawa to visit them) when they can <3

(Imagine those four exploring the spirit world together!! having adventures, waiting for the next opportunity to see Shota again 🥹)

now it is a fairly happy ending.

ok that's all I have!! I hope y'all like this. It's not my best work but I think it's still a neat world!! :'))

thanks for reading!!! <3

#living doll au #quillnnotart #long post; sorry!! #I'm considering writing out some backstory snippits for the other characters maybe!! it's on my list!! :) #I'm not sure how I feel about this story bc I've definitely done better but I've also done worse so I guess it's ok!! #bnha #edgejeanist #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #pro hero hawks #mirko #takami keigo #usagiyama rumi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #mt. kamui #kamui woods #nishiya shinji #takeyama yu #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #eri bnha #tw caps #cw body horror #this isn't meanttobelike. super clean or anything; its just kindof an outline (telling that to myself so I can stop weirding myself out lol #quillnink #The Seamstress and His Dolls～⁠~～

[august-anon]

Sneaking Suspicion

TickleTober 2022, Day 3: Shriek

besties i’ll be honest i did not edit this one, work has been killing me the past couple weeks and i wrote this while half asleep two days ago jdkfhd

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Mic (leaning more heavily towards Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic)

Word Count: 1175 words

Summary: Shouta is by far the quiet one between the two of them, but Hizashi likes to see how loud he can get Shouta to laugh. Really, Hizashi should have expected revenge.

[ao3 link]

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Shouta may have been the Underground Hero between the two of them, but that didn’t mean Hizashi was incapable of being sneaky himself, despite what everyone thought. Sure his Quirk was Voice, he tended to be loud and energetic, and he often played into a persona for his Hero work, but at the same time, he spent his years at U.A. training with Shouta. He wasn’t nearly as unsubtle as everyone accused him of being.

And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.

Stealing the last donut in the faculty room and watching chaos fall as the other teachers argue over who did it, swiping pens from his coworkers desks when he inevitably lost them (seriously, he needed to put trackers on the damn things or something, no one should be losing six pens a day), playing jumpscare pranks on his close dear friends to hear them shriek and scream and curse. And, best of all, if Hizashi was really lucky and extremely careful, if he caught the perfect moment, sometimes he could even sneak up on Shouta.

Perfect moments like now, when Shouta was far too distracted by the new kitten in their home to pay attention to Hizashi’s sneaking. His guard was lowered, his back was open, and he was cooing like a fool at the little thing, waving around a string for the kitten to chase. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Which was how Hizashi found himself with a lapful of Pro Hero toppled backwards into his lap, the kitten leaping away in fright to go hide under the sofa across the room. It was fine, Hizashi would apologize later, to both the kitten and Shouta for ruining their playtime.

But right now, it was Hizashi’s turn to play.

See, quiet as Hizashi could get, his naturally loud nature could be hard to suppress. Shouta was quite the opposite. Sure, he yelled when he had to, to get the students’ attention or when he was in the field. But truly, he was quiet and gruff and stubborn, even back when they were kids, and Hizashi just loved seeing how loud he could compel Shouta to be. At first, when they were young, he would team up with Nemuri and Tensei and– well, that didn’t matter, the point was, he would team up with their friends to jumpscare Shouta and try to drag him into their prank wars. It didn’t work very well, it would only make him even more grumpy and earn Hizashi and the rest a stern glare.

And then Hizashi discovered Shouta’s secret weakness: he was delightfully ticklish. Of course, that didn’t come without repercussions, and Shouta swiftly found out just how ticklish Hizashi himself was, but it meant Hizashi had a whole new tool in his arsenal. And that meant that he had a whole new method of trying to make Shouta crack.

By now, Hizashi’s spent years mastering his craft, tickling Shouta to pieces every chance he could get. He knows every weak point, every ticklish spot, the sound every nerve can compel Shouta to make. But despite all of that, Hizashi’s only gotten Shouta past the threshold of what can truly be considered loud a handful of times. It takes the perfect combination of timing, environment, and tickling, and it’s not always something Hizashi is successful with.

He can tell already that he won’t be successful this time. There wasn’t enough buildup, not enough to create the kind of pressure that would end in Shouta’s eventual explosion of reactions. But, hell, Hizashi couldn’t say it wasn’t worth failing in his goal when he got to see Shouta like this. His hair splayed out across Hizashi’s thighs, face red and scrunched with the rapidly failing effort to contain himself, short, quiet chuckles spilling out as his hands tried to decide whether to defend himself or hide his face. There wasn’t a moment where Shouta wasn’t drop-dead handsome, the most gorgeous man Hizashi has ever seen, but Hizashi did have to admit, he was breathtakingly beautiful with such a bright smile stretched across his cheeks, crinkling his eyes and nose in the most adorable of ways. Shit, he was so glad he got to marry this man.

“Hizashi– you ass,” Shouta hissed out through his snickers, trying to shove Hizashi’s hands away from his ribs.

Hizashi couldn’t help but snicker a little himself. “Please, Sho. You’re barely even squirming, at least pretend to put up a fight.”

Shouta tried to glare at him (ineffective due to his beaming, but utterly swoon-worthy nonetheless), but the effort was quickly ruined by his own snort as Hizashi spidered up into Shouta’s underarms that he had so kindly left exposed.

Hizashi took his time with Shouta, drawing out every snicker, snort, giggle, chuckle, and squeak the man had to offer. By the end of it, Shouta was a panting puddle of giddy mirth draped out across his lap and the floor, and Hizashi was feeling rather proud of himself. His darling husband may even get to sleep at a reasonable time that night, seeing as he was all tuckered out and had no patrol. Hizashi let himself relax as well, running a soothing hand through Shouta’s hair as he caught his breath.

It was foolish of him, really, to forget that they were Pro Heroes, with high stamina and extensive physical training, because the second Hizashi let his guard down, there were hands shooting up his shirt into his own underarms. Hizashi jolted upright with a loud shriek, sending three other cats fleeing toward the other side of the house, their new kitten stumbling close behind. 

Despite clamping his arms down to his sides, Hizashi could still feel Shouta’s wriggling and tickling all too well, and his next instinct was to fall backwards onto the carpet in hopes of pulling out of his grip, still shrieking and squealing all the way down. Of course, that didn’t work either, as Shouta just tightened his grip on Hizashi’s upper ribs, letting Hizashi’s momentum drag him along until they were chest to chest, Shouta laying perpendicular to Hizashi and using his weight to keep Hizashi pinned down.

“I’d expect more situational awareness from a Pro Hero,” Shouta said, his voice as dry as ever, though Hizashi couldn’t help but latch onto the amusement in his eyes, the little smirk tugging at his lips. It was unfair how handsome Shouta looked while well on his way to destroying him.

And then Shouta’s words registered, and Hizashi sputtered. “I– but, you– Hey!”

“Do you have something to say, ‘Zashi? If so, I would suggest doing it now, while you still have the breath to.”

Oh, Hizashi married a fucking asshole. Not that he’d have it any other way.

Asshole husband or not, Hizashi thought as Shouta darted his hands in toward his stomach, making Hizashi shriek again, Shouta better get his quirk ready before they got a complaint from their asshole neighbors. Again.

Hopefully this time, Hizashi wouldn’t be breaking any windows.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #My writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #lee!yamada hizashi #ler!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #ticklish!yamada hizashi #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

[4izawas]

♡┊ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

— 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐔. | ( shou-nya.♡ ). | [ 𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. | 𝟏𝟒.𝟖𝐤+. ].

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫: adoption. bite. couch. prosthetic. kiss. 3-2=1. thirsty. bubbles. clouds. oral. abandoned. sick. mornings. needy. heat. vacation. nemuri. pillow. kittens. shinsou. thunderstorm. cuddle. hizashi. three. away. kacchan. | reverse!

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚. [ 𝐬𝐟𝐰. | 𝟎.𝟔𝐤. ].

𝐭𝐰: gn reader, cursing, previously established relationship.

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚. [ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. | 𝟏.𝟖𝟑𝐤. ].

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬— she’d not expected him to whip out his cellphone, but she was honestly in such bliss being used like a cheap whore she didn’t really feel like stopping him.

𝐭𝐰: maledom, bondage, dacryphilia, fingering, daddy kink, oral creampie, squirting??, facials, blowjobs, face fucking, degradation, humiliation, hard dom, cellphone recording.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒! | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚. [ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. | 𝟗.𝟑𝟎𝐤. ].

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬— “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. // “If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you.”

𝐭𝐰: age gap, previously established relationship, jealousy, canon typical harrassment, heavy miss joke bashing, death threats, fem reader, villain reader, possessive reader, reader is just a bad person chat idk what else u want me to say, discussions of trauma ( but aizawa refuses to call it that ), morally ambiguous aizawa, ngl he’s also not a great person but he’s hot so it’s okay, villain/hero, femdom, maledom, teasing, biting, nipple sucking, oral sex, slight choking, switch reader, switch aizawa, dacryphilia, fingering, pussy slapping, tit slapping, spitting, creampies, daddy kink, marking, hickeys, also a cat, tko = tofu knockout, class 1-a are little shits.

𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐓)𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚. [ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. | 𝟐.𝟒𝟓𝐤. ].

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬— “That’s a good kitty,” Shouta groans as you scratch at the bed in front of you, “Yeah, cry for Daddy—!”

𝐭𝐰: hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, catgirl reader, fem reader, shou-nya uno reverse ( ur the kitty now besties ! ), misunderstandings, aizawa is a big dumb dumb n didn’t research *all* cat hybrid behaviors so u get a lil pissy ngl, night shift security guard aizawa, rut cycles/in heat, creampies, biting, breeding kink, daddy & master kinks, use of ‘kitty’ as a pet name.

#shouta aizawa masterlist #shouta.♡

[vampyrsutton]

EraserMic~Sensory Deprivation/Gagging

Summary:

Mic couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it. Let alone in the bedroom.

Ao3 Tags:

Sensory Deprivation, gagging, Gags, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Japanese Rope Bondage, Shibari, Sex Toys, Blindfolds, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, cum plugging, degradation, Dirty Talk, Fluff and Smut

“Shoooooo~!” Yamada whines as he clings to his tired husband. “Pleeeeease~!”

“No, ‘Zashi.” Aizawa groans tiredly, still trying to finish a report that he had already lost motivation for before he even started. “We’ve received enough noise complaints that I’m no longer allowed to tell the students off because of Nemuri’s big mouth.”

Present Mic was trying to give him puppy eyes that he knew the underground hero was weak to. “Come on, Sho. I’ll be quiet!” 

“‘Zashi, I love you, but that is a lie. You couldn’t be quiet if your life depended on it.” Eraserhead sighs, pointedly avoiding looking at the blonde so he doesn’t cave. 

“Hey! I can, too!” Yamada pouts now.

“Mhmm, sure.” Aizawa hums, unconvinced. “We’re not doing anything tonight so let me just finish this report.”

Present Mic adds crossed arms to his pout before he thinks of something and runs off with a “Be right back,” and the apartment door slams behind him. Aizawa sighs in relief, thinking he’s finally going to get to finish his report, and does manage to do so. He’s draped across the couch for a nap when his husband finally comes back and drops a black plastic bag next to him.

Aizawa cracks an eye, glaring at the bag suspiciously. “What’s this?” 

“Stuff to keep me quiet.” Present Mic grins proudly, picking the bag back up just to dump the contents next to the grumpy caterpillar. 

Aizawa sighs, knowing he’s not getting back to sleep until he at least looks at it, and is suddenly wide away when he does. Laying on the couch next to him is a gag of what looks like the dildo variety, blindfold, and noise-canceling headphones. How the last two are supposed to help keep the blonde quiet he doesn’t quite understand, but he thinks he has a good idea of what they’re for. “Oh.”

“What do you think?” Yamada grins as he throws his jacket onto a chair. 

Aizawa has a lot of thoughts currently that would make the class B girl start chanting at him furiously. “It’s a solution.” He says instead. 

The blonde pouts, expecting a little more of a reaction, but just shrugs it off, switching back to puppy eyes. “Enough of a solution to change your mind?” 

Eraserhead doesn’t want to let his husband win this one, but already knows he has as he sighs. “We’ll see...go ahead to the room and strip.” He relents, handing over the headphones and blindfold. “Be on the bed with only these on by the time I get in there.”

Yamada grins triumphantly as he takes the items and runs off down the hallway, leaving his sighing husband to gather his wits and make a plan of action. 

“Horny bastard.” Aizawa sighs fondly once he knows his husband is out of earshot. “No only is he giving me full control, but he won’t even be able to beg...I can work with this.” He chuckles with an evil smirk before he gets up to go to the bedroom, grabbing the gag on his way.

He enters the bedroom moments later to find Hizashi sitting patiently on the bed with the blindfold on and headphones in his hands. “Wanted to make sure it was the usual safe words and stuff.” He speaks at the sound of his husband’s quiet footsteps.

Aizawa hums, nodding slowly as he goes to the closet for their chest. “Fair enough. Yeah, normal stop light-wait you won’t be able to talk- the snap system then. Ropes or cuffs?”

Present Mic gives an excited little wiggle. “Ropes?” 

“Alright.” He agrees, snatching the blonde’s ropes along with a few toys. “Layback and put the headphones on then, love.” 

Yamada quickly does as he’s told, scrambling to lay against the pillows and slip the headphones on before laying there and waiting. 

Aizawa smirks as he takes in the sight, taking a moment to simply run his hands along the blonde and watch his breath catch as he tries to stay quiet. Eventually, he works on getting the other tied up with his hands fastened to the headboard above him and crisscrossing his neck and torso slightly. When he’s done there he grabs two more lines of rope and gets each leg tied to the bed frame at the end of the bed, slipping his finger in the rope every now and then to make sure it’s not too tight anywhere. Once done, he takes a moment to admire the pretty red and black ropes crossing across his skin and is glad they discussed photos years ago as he snaps a quick pic. 

By the time he’s done, Yamada is panting lightly and he’s already hard with anticipation. His skin feels like live-wire as every touch is magnified by two of his senses being taken away and knows it will only be more intense when the gag is added to limit his taste. He shudders when Aizawa lifts his head to move his long hair out of the way and fill his mouth with the fake cock before trapping it in place with the strap around the back of his head. Mic moans around the intrusion just barely brushing the back of his throat, and even he can tell it’s significantly muted. 

The blonde tries to whine when he feels his husband leave the bed, but Aizawa just chuckles. It was time for the real fun. 

Aizawa smirks as he strips now before reaching forward without putting pressure on the bed and grabbing his husband’s cock. The reaction is instant and Present Mic attempts to arch off the bed and moan but is stopped by the ropes and gag holding him down and quiet. He tries to hump and squirm, but it’s no use. He’s completely at the mercy of his evil evil husband and his slow, languid smirks that do nothing but drive the blonde crazy.

Aizawa chuckles, letting go and watching the other slump dejectedly as he grabs the lube and lubes up his fingers. He lubes a quick stripe down the loud hero’s cock making him yelp around the gag before he goes lower and wiggles a finger inside. 

Yamada does his best to wiggle onto the finger but doesn’t get very far with his restraints. He straight up whines around the fake cock in his mouth when he feels a silicone ring slip down his cock and realizes his husband plans to torture him. 

Eraserhead pays him no mind as he slowly works him open, occasionally taking one of their vibrators to the flushed shaft bobbing above his hand and watching his husband struggle before turning it off and going back to just prepping him. It isn’t long before he can hear the tiniest whimpers ever from the blonde and knows he’s prepped enough as he pulls his fingers out. He watches Hizashi practically buzz in anticipation, but he doesn’t give him what he wants. Not yet anyway. Instead, he lubes up the Clone-A-Willy that Nemuri had gotten them years ago as a gag gift for their honeymoon, but they ended up getting plenty of use out of it. 

Like right now, when Aizawa starts sinking the silicone version of his cock into Yamada’s hole and watching the blonde attempt to arch as it slides into him slowly. Hizashi whimpers quietly around the cock in his mouth and Aizawa notices he’s started sucking on it as though it were real. 

‘Yeah, this is gonna be fun.’ He thinks wickedly as he does a few slow pumps before suddenly starting to fuck the blonde with it properly. He watches in awe as the gag actually manages to mostly silence the blonde’s scream as he desperately tries to fuck himself on the toy.

“Zho! Pbese! Pbese, Zho!” (Sho! Please! Please, Sho!) Is the only nonsense that barely makes it through the gag and Aizawa just smirks more, reangling the dildo in the general direction of where he knows Mic’s prostate to be and chuckling darkly when he tries to arch again and his cock jerk. 

He continues to fuck that spot with the dildo until the blonde is trembling before taking his cock into his throat and snickering when the other can’t thrust like he wants to. He continues to overstimulate his husband like this until he sees tears sneaking out from the blindfold and he takes pity, pulling off long enough to get the ring off before taking him down his throat again and fixating on the other hero’s prostate. 

Soon enough a scream that sounds like a normal volume, but is probably his quirk makes it through the gag and he cums hard into Aizawa’s mouth. Aizawa groans around the sensitive head but keeps it in his mouth while tapping Mic’s side to check if he can keep going. After a moment he gets one snap for green and slips the ring back on, hearing a faint whine.

Eraserhead smirks as he moves back down and pulls the dildo out to get at his husband’s hole. Looking at the two, one would assume Aizawa was the one for the nasty dirty sex, but it was, in fact, the blonde under him that got off on it, and that included when Aizawa was feeling extra sadistic like now as he spread the blonde’s hole open and spit his own cum inside before lining up to fuck it into him. 

It took Mic a second to figure out what the weird substance was before it clicked that Aizawa had indeed spit and he figure out that he now had his own cum in his ass and he keened. 

Aizawa just chuckles as he watched it click for the blonde and how well he responded to it. “Nasty little slut.” He smirks despite Mic being unable to hear him as he buried himself to the hilt. He leaned forward enough to lift one headphone. “How dirty you want this? We don’t work tomorrow and Eri is staying with Mirio so if you want I could just leave you tied here and treat you like a cum dump?” 

He watches as Mic arched best he could and moaned around the gag, giving the hero all the info he needed before the blonde finally gave his single snap. “Hold on then.” Aizawa hums, letting the headphone return to its place before he pulls back and unties the blonde’s legs to flip him on his stomach before retying them and shoving a pillow under the other’s hips so his ass is stuck in the air. He taps Mic to get a color and immediately gets a single snap.

With the new angle and the go-ahead, Aizawa gets behind him and sinks into his ass to work on adding his load to the cum already in the blonde.

Yamada whimpers, trying to get even a little leeway to fuck himself back on his husband but eventually has to accept that he’s completely at the underground hero’s mercy and just lays there to take whatever the other is willing to give him which turns out to be a lot. 

Eventually, Aizawa is grabbing Mic’s long hair like reigns and using it to help slam himself into the blonde’s ass, and pouring his seed into him with a low groan. Once he comes to his sense a bit he leans forward once more, moving a headphone to ask about the next part. “What kind of messy? Let it leak out of you or plug you up?”

Yamada’s head lulls forward with a groan before holding out his thumb to gesture to the gag. Aizawa removes it, letting the blonde flex his jaw and swallow a bit before trying to answer. “Let some collect first?” Mic asks with flushed cheeks.

Eraserhead raises an eyebrow as he chuckles. “Dirty bitch.” He snickers when his words draw another low moan from the blonde before he’s being gagged again and Aizawa leans to where he left the toys, grabbing the plug to leave in the blond before removing the pillow so he can relax a bit. This must make the plug hit the blonde’s prostate as there’s a muffled yelp, but Aizawa just smirks as he causes another one by smacking his little twink ass and jostling the plug more. 

Aizawa goes off to a different part of the apartment to get other things done, but will come back at random to either fuck another load into his blonde and make him claw at the sheets or to milk another orgasm out of him and either scoop or spit the cum into him every time which just makes the poor spent dick twitch again. He’ll untie and ungag Mic every now and again so he can stretch and get his blood flowing normally again, before going right back in once his overly attentive (“No such thing” Aizawa would say) husband okays him. 

This continues through the night until Aizawa deems they should sleep, Mic still stuffed per the blonde’s request, before picking back up in the morning until about lunch when Aizawa just honestly can’t anymore and leaves Yamada on the bed with cum leaking from his ass so he can shower before he comes back to take care of the now very content microphone hero. 

“Better, love?” Aizawa asks as he rubs normal circulation back into the blonde’s arms to prepare to carry him to the filling bath. 

“Mhm.” Yamada hums happily, wiggling as he feels more cum squelch out of him. “That was a lot more intense than normal.”

“Well, you only had touch and smell to rely on so every touch probably felt like you were getting a train run on you.” Aizawa chuckles, kissing his husband’s wrinkled nose. 

“Sho~! Why are you so gross?!” Mic whines.

“Says the one who told me to plug him and is currently enjoying the feeling of cum leaking out of his ass. I don’t want to hear shit out of you, cum slut.” 

Mic groans when his completely spent cock tries to twitch again at the words. “Sho~! Don’t tease me!”

“Aww, but you’re so cute when I do,” Aizawa smirks, awkwardly picking the barely taller blond up to carry him to the tub. 

Yamada flushes red and hides his face in the other’s shoulder. “Sho!” He whines.

“Why is it you only get flustered when I’m soft with you?” Aizawa chuckles as he sets Mic on the toilet to turn off the tub and get the cum out of him. 

“Well maybe if you did it more, I wouldn’t be.” Mic pouts, crossing his arms. 

“Hmm, nope. That’s half the charm. Don’t want to spoil you too much.” He hums, laughing at the offended Hizashi noises that leave the other. “Shhh. I’m just teasing.” 

“Meanie.” Yamada huffs despite letting Aizawa move him around to clean him up. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you too you big baby.” Aizawa huffs, knowing the blonde will forgive him at the words.

He’s right. 

“Love you, too, Sho.” Mic smiles sappily, moving dark bangs to kiss his forehead.

Aizawa smiles softly as he gets the blonde into the bath. They spend the rest of the day and night cuddling, cooking, and being overall domestic. By the next morning, however, all of the activity has caught up to him and it becomes Mic’s turn to take of him and make sure he gets to school in time to greet his homeroom. 

If Mic takes advantage of his sleepy state to give him a few loving kisses in front of their friends well can you really blame him?

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #aizawa sensei #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021

[paper--moons]

Regressor!Aizawa Headcanons

There are a lot of moving pieces to manage when one leads the busy life of a pro hero, not to mention being a teacher on top of that. Add the fact that villains have been attacking his kids, his pre-existing mental health concerns, and just the general chaos of life and you've got quite the stress storm brewing! One of the constants in managing all of this stress and anxiety when it gets to be too much is his preferred method to self-soothe: his hair. Most often this presents itself in the form of rubbing the pieces that frame his face between his thumb and fingers, although this isn't always necessarily the case. If he starts to feel particularly distressed he'll switch to tugging on his hair instead of the gentler, repetitive motions of before. And while this is by no means limited to whether he is big or little, his regression does cause a change in how he's stimming. A dead giveaway that he's feeling especially small is that itty bitty Shouta will suck on his hair the moment his cg looks the other way.

But when things get too overwhelming for him, the one thing that helps calm him down even more than playing with his hair? Having someone else do it for him. The reassurance and all encompassing sense of I got you, you're alright that comes from someone cradling his head as they card their fingers through his hair is like getting a dose of pure sleepy calm that washes over him completely. That being said, only a select few people actually get to play with his hair, and even then he's very picky about who makes that list. Not just because he's a bit tender-headed, but also the proximity and closeness that it requires. Shouta isn't the biggest fan of physical contact unless it's on his terms and the other person respects his boundaries, or the other person is well-trusted and allowed to initiate—in other words, he operates on cat rules.

Contrary to popular belief, he does brush his hair—it isn't tangly, it's curly! Still, it can get a little wild looking if he's been rolling around, you know, committing his baby crimes. Shouta absolutely hates the hairbrush though and sees no reason to brush his hair if he's still toddling about. It isn't the hair brushing time, he says! That's in the mornings. But Hizashi disagrees. The minute he pulls it out however, the baby is gone and is hiding in his best hiding spot (which is just under his blanket in the closet, though this also happens to be where he goes when he wants quiet time—so it isn't exactly hard to find him, but Hizashi lets him have a minute anyway before coaxing him out). In the end he still gets brushed, but Hizashi is so careful about it, making sure not to tug or pull and even hums their special song for him while he brushes. And despite himself, Shouta finds that he enjoys it (but only because Hizashi made it enjoyable).

This fate of being brushed can be avoided some days though! But not because the baby manages to hide or convince his cgs about the brushing time being in the mornings. No, Shouta is able to avoid the yucky, yucky hairbrush when he submits to a quick finger combing and allows Nemuri to braid his hair. She is always wanting to style it some particular way anyhow, but for the sake of baby time she sticks to braiding—which is both comfy for him and doesn't run the same risk that a bun or another up-do might (coming loose, getting tangled, etc.). Plus it does still give Nemuri some creative freedoms, what with all the different styles of braids she knows how to do. Though more often than not she winds up giving him a simple three strand braid, or twin tails if she thinks he'll sit still long enough for her to do so.

Shouta is very particular about whether or not he lets them put in hair clippies to keep his bangs out of his face. How is he supposed to hide behind his hair if it's pinned back? The trade-off for the loss of his security blanket had better be worth it—which is why he only keeps certain ones in, and it's kind of become a competition to see who can buy him ones that he actually likes and will leave alone. So far Hizashi is winning, having picked out a set of Chococat barrettes that little Shou absolutely adores (and that big Shou may or may not adore as well). Though Nemuri came in a close second with a set of holographic Pusheen pins, but he prefers to just look at those ones and play with them by popping them open and closed to hear the little clicky noise—which he will do until he accidentally pinches himself and declares the hair clippies are mean.

Dealing with a cranky baby who desperately needs a nap but is struggling to get there? Playing with his hair will ease him right off into dreamland, and his cgs aren't above using this little trick when Shouta starts getting fussy. Really, it's far more effective than Nemuri's quirk is on him sometimes, or it least it feels that way. Especially when combined with a nice warm bottle of vanilla milk. All Shouta can focus on are the fingers carding through his hair, the nails gently scratching at his scalp, and the warm milk flooding his mouth and filling his tummy until he's warm inside and out. It certainly tamps down any of his big bad thoughts that can make it difficult for him to sleep, the anxiety quelled by all these other sensations that are sending his brain signals saying safe, safe, safe.

On the off chance he is due for a haircut and is spending a lot of time regressed for one reason or another, it's near impossible to get him to agree to it. Haircuts are already distressing enough for him, but when he's small everything is amplified. Shouta doesn't want to get it cut or trimmed up because then it won't be right. The way it curls around his shoulders, the weight and feel, it will be all wrong for weeks and it bothers him so much it practically hurts. So it takes a lot of coaxing and considerate explanations to help him get to a point where he tentatively agrees. But it has to be Hizashi that does it. Zashi knows not to cut too much, doesn't make fun of him for how hiccupy he gets, and is sure to pause if it gets too overwhelming. It also doesn't hurt that he's sure to give Shouta a special treat afterwards—usually a visit to the cat café they frequent—for being such a brave boy.

#sfw agere #bnha #bnha agere #aizawa shouta #agere aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #agere yamada hizashi #kayama nemuri #agere kayama nemuri #moons hcs

[natariikireinaa]

Play to Graduate: MHA AU

The students are quirkless, normal students, keeping their same appearance. UA is no longer a hero school. On their first year, they are told shocking news:

You are required to join a sport to graduate. Better yet....

The school will pay for your college if the UA teams win all the way.

This AU Switches POVs a lot to keep the reader entertained. My OC: Natarii Kireina, is also included.

And of course, people do date. They're kids. Kids date. I'm sorry if you don't like my matchups, but they are just my personal opinion. And yes. There is cussing.

DISCLAIMER:

• I do not own, "My Hero Acadamia", it's characters, the school, and most of the settings.

• The only person I own is Natarii.

• I have minimal research on all of these sports. Forgive me.

☆☆☆ Nezu

UA High School, the school where children grow, train, and fight to become great heroes. Every child tries to come here to succeed and have the best chance in being their childhood dream.

Not anymore.

Nezu stood in front of the sea of hopeful children, knowing that this news would shock them. It almost hurt a bit. He knew what it was like to lose all hope, to think that your dreams in life are impossible to reach... but it wasn't his decision. Priorities have changed over the years. It was disappointing and illogical.

"UA High has changed their priorities. We are now a school that focuses solely on sports."

A rumble of disappointment, confusion, and annoyance.

"We provide basketball (girls and boys), baseball, softball," He started to need to raise his voice over the crowd, "Volleyball, cheerleading, soccer, tennis, track... and there is a potential that we will provide swimming and badminton."

The crowd got louder, and Nezu was forced to almost shout. He saw Nemuri cringe. She told him they would react like that.

"You will not graduate if you do not join a sport. I don't care how good your grades are."

☆☆☆ Ochako Uraraka

Silence.

A... sport?

Ochako's pupils constricted. She wasn't really athletic... she thought she would be a hero. Now she had to join a sport.... for what?? She knew she could never do some of the hard-core sports. Maybe track? Hell no. Ochako could never, she would die. She could try volleyball?

☆☆☆ Izuku Midoriya

Oh man, I really thought I was coming here to be a hero... now I have to play sports? Maybe they aren't as I think. The thought makes me queasy. I'm going to fail school. I look over, and Kacchan is smirking. Of course he doesn't mind, he's strong enough to pass easily. What if the team I'm playing for fails because of me?

☆☆☆ Katsuki Bakugo

This will be easy. I'm going for Baseball. Soccer is for pussies. Deku would probably play soccer. He's sweating, and he looks like he's about to cry. I can't help but smirk at him. He is so screwed.

◇ First Day ◇

☆☆☆ Shota Aizawa

Fuck this shit.

I want to go home and sleep.

But no, I have to condition these kids for sports. Fun. I don't understand the point of making UA a sport school... it's irrational. And stupid. I drink my third cup of coffee this morning, watching the kids file in. I count them off in my head:

Denki Kaminari

Ejiro Kirishima

Fumikage Tokoyami

Hanta Sero

Izuku Midoriya

Koji Koda

Kyoka Jiro...

On and on and on, until finally the last students filed on. Oh my god. They are going to fail.

◇ LMK if you want me to continue this!! ◇

#my hero academia #mha #oc #sportau #sports