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raitonsfw · 2 months

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Aizawa wasn't really the one to keep you tied up like one of his captives, his scarf only delicately wrapping your wrists every now and then– but when you just wouldn't keep still...

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, tired!aizawa, bondage (aizawa's scarf), positions: missionary & riding, p in v intercourse, slight dirty talk & praising, mentions of cunnilingus, creampie, bit of frustration (reader squirms and he slips out), aizawa fucks reader after a mission basically (he's v blunt).

a/n: haven't thought about him for a minute so i took the liberty of watching a couple scenes of him in action and- yeah i'm still obsessed haha. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Aizawa had you pinned– binded up in his scarf with his cock driving you up a wall. He was still in his pro hero get up, his goggles pushed up into his hair so he could see you properly and his hands tightened their grip on the scarf as he picked up his thrusts. You had your legs wide for him, trying desperately to keep up with his stamina, but the idea of his scarf wrapped around you made you squirm.

You felt like you were one of the villains he’s captured, completely immobilized in a way that made you so fucking wet. Your pussy squelched every time he fucked into you, your legs shaking around him as you tried to wrap them around his waist– but you just couldn’t and ended up arching your back a little too much, causing him to slip out.

A sharp groan escaped him, his grip falling away from the restraints and you fell back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. You wanted to be closer to him, but he made it difficult with his scarf. “Sho–”

“I won’t say it again, Y/N.” You heard Aizawa say above you before flipping you both over, forcing you to straddle his waist. “Stay still this time.”

Sometimes you needed to fuck the tiredness out of him– not this time though, his body was reeling for more of your dripping cunt and you were making it nearly impossible for him to get anywhere with you. Not with the way you squirmed at every little thing he did, your pussy so incredibly sensitive tonight that it made him huff in frustration.

Maybe if you were in this position– hoisted on top of him, he could actually get somewhere.

His cock slipped back inside you with ease, your walls fluttering around him as you took him deep once more and a guttural moan was drawn from him as you sat down fully. “Good girl– stay like this for me... Let me do all the work.”

He drew the scarf around you, binding your chest, waist, and arms together in order to lift you up more steadily. You pouted at him once he resituated himself, the cloth holding you hostage as he aimed to bounce you on his cock.

And he sure fucking did, the first thrust sending you spiraling with ecstasy as he rammed into your sweet spot. God, he felt so much bigger this way– he was sooo deep in you, kissing your cervix everytime he fucked up into you with harsh pants falling from his lips.

Looking down at him past the hazy pleasure, his hair splayed out against the pillow and his eyes were lidded with desperate aching. He looked so tired– but with the way he had you rocking your hips down onto him, you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. The stubble on his face had grown out considerably, plaguing you with thoughts of him between your legs; lapping at your entrance afterwards. Maybe you should ask him– your impending orgasm rushing up your spine as his scarf got tighter around you.

You watched his wrists curve around the scarf, pulling it taut and his muscles flexed as he held it in place. “S-Sho–”

“Yeah?”

“Clean me up afterwards?” You whined innocently before spasming around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you were pushed over the edge by the stutter of his hips. Aizawa groaned out as you clenched his cock harshly, his movements stilling as he came inside you from your dirty question.

“Cum on my tongue quickly now– I’m tired.” You knew it wasn’t going to be quick, his tongue had to caress every inch before he’s ever satisfied.

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Aizawa Shota Edition)

Reference to Rika from Bakugou and Pro Hero from Kirishima and Midoriya

*mentions you have 3 children (Eri/Shinsou/your own with Aizawa)*

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There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight which adds mystery and theories to be created about who they were married to.

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge. Unlike last season, it wasn’t told in the very beginning of this reason already revealed which Pro Heroes Wives will be featured

There are only a few left remaining without being matched, which were mostly underground heroes who people don’t typically pay attention to. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses have interacted on more than one occasion and are disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who do not know have to identify them, but the others did not spill any things that would clue who their spouse was.

This weekend's challenge was the ones who didn’t get their rating from the public are put to guess their opponent chosen by the directors of who their spouses are, people are having a hard time guessing at home as well. These wives have pictures of other pro heroes which confuses the public about who their spouses were. It was a friendly picture to professional pictures that had been taken.

The two members, Rika, and Pro Hero [Blank] who were also voted off from the show by their peers had made their decision. They make this decision based on their friends and notes taken throughout the show.

It was you, they had to guess who your spouse is. The two ladies stood on the platform while you were sitting on the red couch seat with a wine glass in your hands. There was a screen behind you with a black box with an enormous question mark. You were confident they wouldn't be able to guess correctly. You have been on the hot seat a few times. You also know they wouldn't be able to because they have very little information about underground heroes, which you have been told by your husbands’ former students' wives.

“We chose Pro Hero Mindjack,” Rika speaks into the microphone while the screen reveals the pro hero at the latest picture of the Hero Gala beside them.

There was an immediate reaction from you which was coughing on your wine with eyes widened. Your facial expression shows how shocked you were. and the crowd who were within the circle of the pro hero were screaming “HOW” to cough on their drinks.

“Based on the comment you mentioned this week was that your husband's quirk involves a specific muscle in the body.” Pro Hero [Blank] adding an explanation.

“What do you say to that? Miss [Former Last Name]?” The host asks for your input.

“Mindjack is a very handsome man, but he is way too young for me. Here is a clue, I am a mother of 3. I am confident my oldest son is having some sort of reaction to this but don’t expect a reaction on social media. You are not going to find it. Additionally, my oldest son is around his age.”

Meanwhile, on social media, people were going crazy about the fact you looked younger than your age to be a mother of three. No one could find the children that related to you, because you never did post them on your social media including your spouse. It was a very professional account which disappointed some fans of the show. They aren’t able to figure out who your spouse is.

Proherofan34 tweeted: All I am hearing is that [Name] is milf.

Uravityfan89 tweets: I need her skincare routine! *attaches its mighty need. *

There are videos of you including from seasons 1 and 2 clips of you with the audio sound of Mommy, sorry to step on me. Other videos of being a collaboration of your top moments of being unbothered along with your greatest comebacks from season 1. You humbled certain younger women. There were old videos of you throwing a man twice your size out of a nightclub along with videos of being a momma bear to those who needed help at the nightclub circling the internet.

There were multiple pictures of you and younger Shinsou with a few others such as Bakugou, and Kaminari at different metal musician group concerts that circled around the interest taken from the Pro Hero Chargebolt account.

The clue you had given to the cast and to the public had narrowed the options to two options the Pro Heroes who have 3 children had mentioned in interviews and such.

Pro Hero Eraserhead, Pro Hero Hawks, and Pro Hero Gang Orca.

Meanwhile, Eri is holding out her hand out at Hitoshi who was pulling out his wallet for the money. He has lost the bet. Eri is glued to the show and watching too intensely to the point that she is rambling about her theories with her brother and father.

Shota is just staring at them silently in disbelief with the toddler sleeping on his lap.

‘I am not gonna even ask.’

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Dynamight Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #shouta x you #shouta x reader #aizawa x female reader #shouta x fem!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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His Everything -Soft!Aizawa x Pregnant!Reader

Mwahahaha~ I'm writing again TuT (yes yes I am quite dramatic.) Once again not knowing what the freak to do with the title :')

Fluff, fluff, and fluff. | 503 words | Second person | Fyi- if you ever see a change in my writing or writing/formatting style it's bc I am still trying to find my style, so it can change a lot.

Blinking open your eyes, you frowned at the darkness surrounding you, instinctively glancing at the clock. It was 2:23.. am. Grumbling, you reached over to cuddle into your husband; Shota, only to frown deeper as you felt his side of the bed not only empty, but cold.

Wrapping your comforter around you, you waddled out of your shared bedroom, hand resting on your buldging belly. Walking towards your livingroom, you sighed as you regognized the dim light of your livingroom lamp. Shota was working late. Again.

"Shota~ how many times do I have to tell you to give yourself a break and sleep?" You pout, crawling onto the loveseat next to your husband of three years.

"I'm almost done Kitty." Shota murmurred, eyes glued to the several papers he was working on.

"What is it this time?" You yawn, crawling into Shota's lap, wary of your precious bump.

"Nothing nothing- I'm just looking over safety precautions that they're putting in place to help protect the students, and they're papers for internships. Oh and grading some school work. I'll be done in about an hour or so."

"Okay.. so why do you have to do that now?"

"Because between teaching, training, extra training, and caring for you and our baby- I don't have time in the day, Love."

"Okay.. how can I help?" You ask, smiling up at your beloved Shota.

"Kitten, you don't have to. You're eight months pregnant, you need your rest, just get back to bed." Shota smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before going back to his work.

"But I'm not even tired! Please~."

"I don't know.."

"The sooner you get done and cuddle me~ the better sleep I get~!" You grin, causing Shota to smile down at you.

"Fine." Shota sighed, a soft smile on his lips.

You just giggled before turning around, facing the coffee table, excited to finally be able to help Shota, just how he's helped you since your first day middle school.

~The next day~

Humming, you smiled as Shota held you against his chest, whispering words of affection and encouragment.

"I love you Kitty." He smiled, kissing the shell of your ear softly.

"And we love you too." You smile, causing him to chuckle and rub your belly lovingly.

"You know.. I hope that he's like you." Shota whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Well I hope he's like you."

"I said it first, Kitty~." Shota teased, moving to leave kisses to your belly.

"Yeah- well-"

Shota silenced you with a kiss to your lips, completely grabbing your attention.

"Shhh it's okay, Love. Just go back to sleep, I'll be back some time this evening."

"Okay." You pout, leaving another few pecks onto Shota's smiling lips.

Shota just chuckled before kissing your belly and lips once more. "See you tonight my love. I love you."

"Love ya too." You smile, gaze soft as Shota made his way out of your bedroom, mind already moving onto work as he regretfully left his everything safely tucked away.

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luffyvace · 5 months

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How aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

y’all seem to really like the crush headcanons i did so now i’m doing him when he actually tries to court you and when your actually together :)

this is still going to be canon aizawa btw

also still fem reader in mind

okay so now that aizawa is trying to court you, like in love and wants to date

he’d be forward about it

probably waits until your at his place or yours

then as your doing whatever he’ll ask

“y/n i have something important to tell you”

“yeah? what is it, it’s not bad is it?”

“no, i actually just wanted to know if you’d like to go out somewhere with me. a date.”

your reaction may vary from shock to a knowing smile

either way you accept politely (how could you reject such a fine man?)

so you both talk about the date and end up planning it out right then and there

you decided that weekend would work fine

so after that’s settled you talk about each other’s feelings, how and why they came to be

you figured out you fell first but he fell harder :)

so your first date would be out somewhere simple yet fun and with a little less people

so there’s this place called cat island in japan

yeah

its perfect

(i hope your a cat person)

it’s exactly what you think, there’s cats everywhere search it up

there’s more cats than people actually

its heaven for him

you guys have a fun field day with cats then head back to your house

chatting and looking at the pictures you took

and yeah!

again he’s straight forward with courting

so now we’re on relationship

you guys are definitely closer now

i’ll go through a normal day for y’all then relationship things

aizawa gets up early for his job

he’ll get ready and text you to see how your doing then go to work

if you work at ua with him and live together

he likely gets up first if not y’all are up at the same time

when he’s ready he’ll wake you up if you like to sleep in

and warm the car while he waits if it’s winter (yippie he’s freezing so you don’t have to)

y’all drive to work together

you can text him throughout work but he won’t reply unless it’s important or a genuinely good question

he won’t slack off the job (EVEN THO HE SLEEPS ON IT)

anyway

if you work with him he’ll text you on break if your not already in the staff room

or if you have separate jobs he’ll still text to check up on you

makes sure you eat something

is today stressful so far?

why? vent to him.

he truly cares about your physical and mental health

once you both get home from work he’ll run you a bath and cook dinner

he’s a average cook, can cook basic things

if y’all don’t live together he’s more likely to order take out though

not always junk food sometimes he’s just tired and orders a salad. he’s upset because he knows he can make it himself but he’s just so tired

so he appreciates if you turn the tables and treat him to a bath and hot meal (if y’all moved in together)

but if y’all got your own places sometimes if your both still energized you’ll come over to one another’s house

if y’all live together he falls asleep real fast

won’t mind if you snuggle next to him

except for when he gets hot

then he turns over 😭

sometimes he’ll try to stay up to have those late night convos with you but don’t get mad if he falls asleep, it’s by accident. y’all can always continue the next night :)

he won’t snuggle you btw

just because he naturally stays on his side of the bed

he ain’t a wild sleeper

he flips from side to side

its rare to catch him on his back for more than a few minutes

LUCKY YOU HE’S NOT A BLANKET HOGGER

if you are tho

he’ll get annoyed the first few times but he won’t say anything about it

after a few nights he just gets his own blanket

if your a wild sleeper this annoys him more than hogging the blanket

he’ll tell you, you keep kicking him and slapping him in his sleep and it wakes him up

yknow your boy likes some good sleep so he doesn’t stand for you wakin him up

suggests to get two beds

but you don’t like that idea

so he’ll probably end up putting pillows in between you or sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor 😭

if y’all stay at different places tho

its rare for y’all to have a sleepover

he doesn’t see the point in having two different houses if you just want to sleep at his

would think about moving in together

but he won’t bring it to the table unless he see’s a opportunity or feels you’d feel comfortable/like that

if you do manage to convince him he’s not staying up and playing or smth he’s literally going to sleep

if your a wild sleeper he won’t do it again

otherwise you may be able to convince him like 2 or 3 more times

dont tell mic though if mic teases him he’ll never do it again

not to spite you but out of annoyance from yamada (mic)

he just won’t feel like it anymore

btw keep your room clean or be scolded

”clean your room y/n there’s no reason you should have clothes and clutter everywhere.”

“you don’t even need half of this stuff, just clean it.”

now to genuine relationship things

well for one i’m telling you he won’t call you pet names

just

“y/n”

”why should i call you ___ if your name is y/n”

doesn’t see the point in them

you may be able to convince him a few years into the relationship to call you “babe” or anything simple and sweet but that’s it

maybe a “n/n” occasionally

if YOU call HIM pet names tho

he wouldn’t mind :)

still doesn’t get it tho

just don’t make it anything too sappy

he’ll funny look you if you do

especially at work

or around mic and all might

would prefer if you stuck to the simple ones or a nickname tho

another thing

if your a hero, a reckless one at that, he’ll worry for you and scold you if you get injured

please don’t give this man a heart attack

”you need to be more rational”

if your already a rational person thank goodness

he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit a whole class of students and you

random

but

if you like coffee or tea he’ll make you some before/when you get up

if you don’t live together he’ll bring you a cup if you both work at ua

if you work on weekends (idk how some people do it) he’ll bring you a cup on your lunch break

giving each other massages>>

he’s really good at it too

he’s a good person to vent to as well

especially about the stress of work because he felt that

he’ll take you on dates randomly even if y’all are in a relationship

not every week

but he’ll take the time out to spend it with you if he has some

he’s a traditional gentleman

and by that i mean buy you flowers and gifts

but not just “roses 🤓☝️“

he’ll actually take the time to learn your favorite flowers and buys you reals ones to take care of

if you don’t have a green thumb how else will you learn?

so he’ll buy them anyway

helps you take care of them though

he waters them and reminds you to if you live separately

he buys you little trinkets and gifts that BENEFIT you

not just something that’ll “collect dust” as he says

like if you tell him your vacuum breaks down every few months

he’ll RESEARCH one that doesn’t, is inexpensive and cleans well

and buy it for you :)

overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend 100% green flag

ladies and gentlemen (and whoever’s in between)

get yourself an aizawa

enough said

have a good day/night

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momowritings · 6 months

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Late Night Ride

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

an: soft smut, fem reader, mentions of blood, wound cleaning ( my fav ), thigh riding, established relationship

MDNI

It wasn’t unusual for you to go to sleep without the pro hero beside you. You have since accepted the fact that most nights you would either go to sleep with him or wake up with him, but not both, so when you heard him quietly trying to sneak inside your bedroom to avoid waking you, you were quick to turn over and call out his name.

“Hello, you,” you smiled at him. He was still wearing his work clothes that had been dirtied in a fight. The binding cloth he used was wrapped in a heap around his shoulders, his black cargo pants had marks all over them, and black long sleeves had slashed on the arms and a larger gash across his chest. Your eyes widened at the wound and you got up to run your hands over his body.

“What happened?! Are you okay? Do you feel pain here?” You shot rapid fire questions at him and Shouta chuckled quietly.

“I’m okay, my love, just a little scratched up.”

“This is not little,” you mumbled and pushed him onto the bed and went into the bathroom to collect your first aid kit and then stood between his legs. His hair sat over his shoulders, and you always wondered how he fought without putting it up. You rested your hand on his face, running your thumb over the raised scar under his eye and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Why didn’t you stop by Recovery Girl?” You asked as you lifted his shirt to assess the damage. The cut was an angry red and long, slashing across his abs, but you could tell that it was shallow and no longer bleeding. You reached out for your alcohol wipe and gently patted the edges. You stopped every so often when he took a particularly sharp breath in, but he swore he was alright so you continued your treatment.

Shouta watched your carefully before pulling you over one of his legs to rest on, and you sat on his thigh while he leaned back to let you access the wound better. He put a hand underneath your night shirt, tracing the nubs of your spine back and forth.

“It’s,” he stretched his neck to look at the bed stand clock, “2:53 am,” he sighed. “I don’t want to bother the old lady.” Your eyes skated over the muscles and tendons in his neck that shone in the pearly moonlight before refocusing on the task at hand. Shouta hissed when you pressed a little too hard and your eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not making eye contact with him. Shouta leaned forward and lifted your chin up.

“I’m okay, really. I always am when I’m with you,” he murmured. He pulled you closer to give you another kiss. It was deeper than the last one, and his tongue swiped against yours. When you broke the kiss you stared at his lips before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, Eraser Head,” you grumbled. “I still need to clean you up.” You tried to push him back but he wasn’t budging.

“Shouta.”

“Hm?” He was kissing your cheek and jaw slowly, leaving wet marks in their wake.

“Shouta, your cut,” you tried to reason with him, but he had both hands underneath your nightgown and was guiding your hips right over his leg.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re just saying that,” you gasped. You could feel yourself growing wetter on his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants was rubbing against your clit through your panties harshly, but you found yourself riding his thigh slowly but gaining speed steadily.

“Sounds like you want this as much as I do,” he hummed against your neck. He could feel your pulse on his lips and he smiled into it. His hands went higher, cupping your breasts to feel their warmth then pinched your nipples gently. You groaned at the touch and bucked your hips faster.

“Yes, please,” you moaned. You fumbled with his pants until you released his cock from its confinements and then it was his turn to moan. You teased the tip with your thumb, collecting the precum on your finger and watched his eyes flutter close. “I need more,” you mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to do all the work, darling. I’m injured, remember?”

You groaned in frustration and began to grind faster on top of his leg. I shouldn’t stop now before he gets hurt , you thought, but the sensation of an impending orgasm, his hot length in your hand, and his muffled moans into your skin was clouding your better judgment.

“Come on, my love, I know you can go faster than that,” he teased. You weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing on his leg or with your hand but it didn’t matter, you doubled your speed in both. Shouta bit your shoulder in response and you gasped loudly. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand and knew that he was close and so were you.

Shouta grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss, if you could even call it that. His mouth was everywhere at once, swallowing your moans and taking all that you had left. He moved his leg in tandem with yours, so your bodies would press against each other at the same time.

He whispered more affirmations against your ear and you came hard against his leg, giving one last burst of energy to ride his leg and stroked his cock until you heard him release an elongated moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he strained, but you were barely able to hear it over how hard you were breathing. Your legs twitched over his, and you looked down at him to see his face was a pinker than before. You leaned in to give him another kiss before chastising him lightly.

“Let’s hope that didn’t hurt you,” you mumbled. Shouta chuckled and nuzzled his head in your shoulder.

“You could never hurt me.”

You scrunched your nose at him but stroked his hair gently. “You’re so corny and you stink. You need to take a shower.”

“Take it with me,” he peered at you. He wasn’t even giving doe eyes but you couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. You slowly got off of his thigh and dragged him into the shower.

#minimoe #momowritings #x black reader #black fem reader #soft smut #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x y/n

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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kirby’s kinktober (two)

praise // shouta aizawa

“that’s my pretty little wife - my good girl.”

it’s his praises that always make you clench on him. sometimes he thinks he could make you cream yourself just by talking. just by reassuring you with his deep rasp.

“that’s it. good girl.” his voice curves around the words as his dick curves and push into you, hands resting on each side of your hip bones. “take daddy’s big cock, just like that. you’re doing so good for me.”

he watches as your tiny hole clenches around him from his words - tight and barely willing to let him go for long enough to reach his tip and be gently led back down to his balls.

“doesn’t daddy always come home? hm? and he always takes care of you, right kitten? and all he asks is to hear that beautiful voice and feel this gorgeous body - and make this heavenly pussy come.”

he can tell by how wet you are, by how you mewl - you want it harder and swiftly your body is thrown from above him to under him - his permanently-tired eyes boring down into yours.

“let’s see if i can make you cum a fourth time so you’ll remember the shape of my dick inside you when i’m out at work. would you like that, beautiful?”

you’re whining at the hot stretch of him, increasing his pace and strength - beating into your walls in time with his heart beat - sweat and tears on your face as white and clear juices inch further down your legs from your previous orgasms.

aizawa has always been so giving. ready to kiss away you tears and make your body writhe from pleasure before even thinking about cumming himself.

he leans down to whisper in your ear, “cum on my cock, pretty girl, let me see how pretty you look when you cum…” as his sloppy thrusts let your body know he’s close.

you clench around him and a groan of expletives and compliments tumble out of his mouth - your cunt shaking and bringing you both to fever pitched orgasms.

you love how he lets go.

everytime he cums he bottoms out so his balls are slapped right against your pussy, tip as far back as it can go, shooting little bursts inside you, fat head shaking. You can feel his balls twitch as he groans.

“that’s my good princess. you get so worried about daddy’s hero work.” he pants. “but you know i can’t ever leave you. love you too much. love cumming nice and deep in your perfect pussy kitten. because every part of you is perfect for me.”

#smut #shouta aizawa smut #aizawa shouta #[shouta aizawa] fucks #aizawa x female reader #shouta aizawa x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kirby’s kinktober #kinktober #eraserhead #eraserhead x reader #i was sick yesterday sorry it’s late

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im-notbean · 9 months

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Dating Aizawa Headcannons

Requested by: ☆M E☆

Fandom: My hero academia!

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

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

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

・His cat's names are butterscotch and biscuit,

・Butterscotch is a calico cat, male.

・Biscuit is a black cat, also male.

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

・Take-out is a regular meal for him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・Aizawa swear a ton.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・Aizawa is either a chest or thigh guy

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

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

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

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

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

・10/10 would recommend!

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#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #my hero academia #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x gender neutral reader #aizawa x female reader

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pinkykats-place · 3 months

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories below are mine

Some contain mature content

Readers are female, male & gn

Gif not mine

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author by liking, commenting & reblogging the original fic!

What do you mean there’s only one bed?!

Pairing: Aizawa x AFAB!Reader

Smutty Fic

Warnings: PIV, sweet Aizawa, smut, respectful Aizawa, accidental boner

Late night surprise

Aizawa x fem!Reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Somnophilia (consensual)/ Oral (fem receiving)/ Pussy drunk!Aizawa/ Fingering/ Breast play

𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐓)𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚.

Aizawa x fem!Reader

Play Date

Aizawa x male!reader

daddy kink, praise, age gap (21 yr old reader, 41 yr old aizawa), porn with plot, size difference/kink, spit/drool, degradation, rimming, hand holding, full nelson, creampie, breeding kink, light feminization

Drowning (nsfw)

bodyguard!aizawa x prince(male)!reader

warnings: ooc aizawa, flirting, sexual tension, lots of worldbuilding, tipsy flirting, sparring/fighting, gay panic, and handjobs

aizawa gets demanding (nsfw)

aizawa shouta x fem!reader

summary: bf!aizawa loves how much you want his dick and it shows

Daddy!Shouta w/ fem!Reader

Aizawa and his kitty

Aizawa x Male!Hybrid!Reader

Long Day

Aizawa x male!Reader

NSFW fic ft. Power Bottom Reader

Sweet Tooth

Shouta Aizawa x male!Reader

Smutty Fic

Do it again

Aizawa x male!himbo!Reader

Kinktober- excessive amounts of cum

Omega!Aizawa x Alpha!Dom!GN!Reader

Summary: How were you supposed to know that the woman you saved would panic and accidentally use her sex quirk on you? IT was probably for the best that you just went home and slept the quirk off, but Aizawa wants to check for hidden dangers first.

Aizawa calling you clingy

Aizawa x gn!Reader

Kisses

Aizawa x reader

Fluff Fic

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onyxfox · 2 years

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Read to Me (NSFW Aizawa x Reader Drabble)

♡ 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹...𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 ♡

hi guys! i’m finally going to try to start posting again regularly, but in the meantime, here’s a drabble I wrote a couple of days ago. Enjoy! :)

❥warnings: 18+, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), language, orgasm denial

❥words: 1-2k

❥ summary: your husband Aizawa becomes fed up with how obsessed you’ve recently become with a new book that you’ve been reading. Instead of begging you for attention, he decides to just take what he wants.

❥disc: character mentioned belong to Kohei Horikoshi

You hadn’t intended to ignore your husband. You never wanted to make him feel as though you weren’t interested in his day or spending time with him. You were just glued to your new book.

Definitely too much for his liking.

This went on for days, and you were beginning to notice the atmosphere in your home changing. Aizawa had become noticeably more silent, just observing you from afar. Sometimes it felt as though he was even stalking you as if you were prey.

“What?” You asked. You were lying on the couch, wearing one of your favorite sweater dresses for comfort.

He simply shook his head and continued to say nothing, turning his attention back to his work. You sighed and proceeded to read as normal.

One night, Aizawa decided to attempt to break the tension by telling you that he wanted to spend time with you. Watch a movie, cook dinner together, cuddle, anything. Just as long as you gave him a sliver of your time.

You whined a bit as you had just gotten to the most climactic part of your story.

“We can later, Shota,” you said, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m just getting to the part everyone’s been talking about.”

Aizawa stared at you for a moment, saying nothing. You picked up your book and proceeded to read again. Letting out a deep sigh, Aizawa got up from where he was sitting across the room and sat next to your feet on the couch. You didn’t budge, too deeply immersed in the text.

“Fuck it.” He growled, leaning down and positioning himself between your legs.

“Shota, what are y- ouch!” You were cut off by a sharp smack to the thigh.

“Keep reading.” He said sternly.

“What?”

“I said,” he growled, sharply slapping your thigh yet again, the sting causing you to hiss. “Keep. Reading.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he began kissing your inner thigh, maintaining eye contact with you. You nearly lost yourself in the sensation before a sharp pain made you gasp. Aizawa had bitten your thigh, leaving a small mark in his wake. You took this as your sign to continue your reading aloud.

“T-The night set in, it’s blue and purple hues gracefully painting the sky as an a-…artist across his canvas.”

Your voice trembled as you attempted to keep your focus on the book, but Aizawa’s constant kissing, licking, and sucking against your thighs was driving you insane. You glanced away from your book to look down at him as his warm tongue lapped against your skin.

Goddamn. Seeing a man this fine with his head between your thighs was enough to make you come on the spot. His hair tied into a messy bun, lips glistening with his saliva, the gentle scratching of his facial hair against your sensitive spots?

At this rate, fuck the book. You wanted him.

But you knew his temperament. This was his punishment to you for having ignored him for so long in order to read your book. Now, you have to read to him while he melts you with his tongue. You stop, he stops. Those are the rules.

You gasped slightly when you felt his fingers hook around your damp panties and pull them to the side the brief friction causing you to let out a small whimper.

“Go on.” Feeling his breath against your heat made you shudder. His deep voice sent vibrations against your skin as you reluctantly proceeded to read.

“The wind whipped through the air, swaying against the- ah!” Your husband lapped at your juices, sucking feverishly on your clit. The book fell from your hands onto the floor as you went to grip his black locks, pushing him closer to you.

“Fuck, Shota!” You cried as he pushed his fingers deep inside of you, teasingly brushing up against that familiar spongy spot.

He knew that he was driving you crazy and was relishing every moment of it. Through the slurping and squishing of his mouth and fingers against you, you could still hear him let out a chuckle at your cries.

His brushing teases against your sweet spot soon turned into vigorous thrusts as his fingers pumped in and out of you, roughly massaging against it.

Your body was hot, beads of sweat appearing across your skin, your legs shaking as you began feeling that familiar coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

The pleasure was too intense. You felt like your entire body was about to fall apart. The faster and deeper his tongue and fingers pressed into you, the more stupid you became, unable to spill anything but his name off of your tongue.

Instinctively, your thighs fought to close around him, trapping his head between them. You could feel how intensely your vagina was pulsating, your body eager for that sweet release.

Your cries grew louder and your breath quicker as you felt that coil within you beginning to snap.

At this point, Shota quickly pulled away, leaving you an aggravated, panting mess.

“W-Why??” You whined in between pants.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He questioned innocently. “You know exactly what punishment is like around here.”

You squirmed as he gently stroked your clit, aching for more.

“You haven’t wanted me for days. You’ve been too busy with your book, remember? Now look at you. A horny mess begging for me to let you cum.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, it was just…too good.”

“Better than this?”

Your husband dove back down between your legs, working his fingers and tongue with more energy and vigor than before.

“Shota!!” You cried his name one last time before your orgasm rippled through your body. Your hands grasped at anything they could as you grinded against Aizawa’s face as he ate you, riding through your high.

After a few moments, your muscles dropped as they quickly relaxed. You panted as you fought to catch your breath, your limbs feeling as though they weighed a hundred pounds. Your eyelids drooped low over your eyes as you took in the appearance of the man in front of you.

Shota’s lustful eyes took in your frame as you lay on the couch with your thighs still spread and drenched in a mixture of his saliva and your juices. He smirked at you as he wiped his dripping chin, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Grabbing the back of his head, you pulled him down for his face to meet yours, embracing him in a deep, passionate kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue and inhaling his scent was enough to get you drunk on him all over again.

“God,” you sighed after pulling away. “I guess I’ll have to start ignoring you more often,” giggling as you playfully teased him.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet, sweetheart,” he said, hand gripping your tear-stained cheeks. “I let you get off easy the first time, but now I’m not going to be so nice.”

Your smug smile slowly faded as he began trailing wet kisses against your neck.

“Your punishment for that is just beginning.”

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doumadono · 4 months

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Hiiiii, sweetheart.

Emergency Request here...

As you may know I got stood up by a a person I considered... My friend. The person was my friend since junior high school, despite some "turbulence" in past I kept in touch with her.

I got stood up on New Year's eve. I prepared something warm to eat, snack, drinks... I even planned some nice movies to watch and games to play... And she didn't show up nor she picked her phone. I saw her being online but that's all...

Eh, I feel a little pathetic if I can be honest.

I just... I need some comfort from Erasermic... I just want my two fav men to cuddle me or something like this.

Proszę, dziękuję i pozdrawiam. 🐺💎

Our very own New Year's Eve - Erasermic x Reader

A/N: I'm still angry that you had to go through such a disappointing experience, especially from someone you considered a friend for so long (but I told you before what I think about her). Your effort to create a warm and welcoming New Year's Eve atmosphere speaks volumes about your kindness and thoughtfulness. It's completely understandable to feel hurt and disappointed. Please, don't waste you time on someone acting like a total jerk. I hope this little piece will cheer you up, even if a little bit ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

As the early morning light streamed through the windows, Aizawa and Yamada returned home after celebrating the New Year's Eve with their fellow UA teachers. The sight that greeted them was unexpected - you curled up on the couch, a gentle sob escaping your lips as you cradled one of your cats on your lap.

Aizawa's brow furrowed with concern, his strict demeanor ready to address the situation, but Present Mic placed a calming hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the side. "Shota, let's figure out what's going on first." In a hushed tone, Present Mic whispered to Aizawa, "Our kitty is visibly upset, and the last thing she needs is us being stern. We need to show her love, not discipline."

Aizawa's usually stern expression softened, concern etching lines on his face.

Yamada, with his ever-present energy, approached cautiously. The sight of you in distress tugged at his heartstrings. "Hey, kitten, what happened?" Mic's voice was gentle as he sat beside you, his hand reaching out to stroke your hair.

You looked up, tear-stained eyes meeting his concerned gaze. "I-I got stood up by a friend," you managed to choke out, the hurt evident in your voice.

Aizawa's brows furrowed, a protective instinct rising within him. "Why didn't you call us? We would have come back immediately," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and worry.

You sighed, a shaky breath escaping your lips. "I didn't want to ruin your night. You were having fun with your friends."

Aizawa's stern expression softened slightly at your words.

Mic was quick to intervene. "Babe, your happiness is our priority. You should've called. We're a team, remember?" Hizashi took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, while Aizawa wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

"We're here for you, always," Aizawa murmured, his usually gruff voice surprisingly gentle.

Mic planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let us make it up to you. How about a New Year's celebration of our own tonight? We'll have dinner, music, drinks — whatever you want."

You looked up, confusion evident in your eyes. "But New Year's Eve is already over."

Mic grinned, his infectious energy returning. "Who cares? It's our house, our rules. Besides, I'm declaring a second New Year's Eve celebration tonight. We're going to make it unforgettable."

Aizawa rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "He's impossible, but he's right. We'll make sure you have a fantastic night to remember."

And so, the duo spent the morning turning your living room into a makeshift celebration space.

In a hushed conversation away from your earshot, Present Mic convinced Aizawa that showering you with affection was the best way to ease your pain. "Let's show her all the love we've got," he insisted.

Present Mic, determined to lift your spirits, took charge in the kitchen. He prepared a feast that would rival any high-end restaurant, showcasing his culinary prowess. The savory aroma filled the air as Aizawa joined in, silently supporting his friend's efforts. The dining table was adorned with an array of dishes, each one carefully crafted to appeal to your tastes.

As the evening progressed, Hizashi decided to add a sweet touch to the celebration. "Hey, sweetheart, how about we make those chocolate cupcakes you love?" he suggested, an optimistic glint in his eyes.

Despite your initial reluctance, the sadness pouring out of your existence, you found yourself nodding. Hizashi guided you through the process, his infectious enthusiasm turning the task into a shared experience. Mixing ingredients, laughter echoing in the kitchen, the cupcakes baked to perfection, their rich aroma adding to the ambiance.

After the delicious dinner and sweet treat, the three of you migrated to a cozy set of couches. Hizashi pulled you gently between them, his arm enveloping your shoulders. Aizawa's legs intertwined with yours, his rough hand tenderly caressing the curve of your hips.

Present Mic pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, "You mean the world to us, you know that, kitty?"

Aizawa added, "We're here for you, no matter what."

You felt a comforting warmth envelop you, surrounded by the two men you cherished. The presence of your cats, peacefully napping nearby, added to the serenity of the moment.

"Tonight's about leaving behind what hurt you and embracing what brings you joy," Hizashi murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your arm.

Aizawa, not one for excessive words, simply nodded in agreement, his gaze conveying a depth of understanding.

The ambiance in the room was a delicate blend of warmth, laughter, and the lingering scent of chocolate cupcakes. As you snuggled between Aizawa and Present Mic, the conversation continued, weaving an intricate tapestry of shared moments.

Hizashi, his voice gentle, broke the silence, "You know, those cupcakes taste even better with your smile."

Aizawa, offering a rare smile, added, "He's right. Seeing you happy makes everything worthwhile."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for the two men who had orchestrated this evening of comfort and joy.

Yamada grabbed a throw blanket, covering the three of you as you leaned into his embrace. "Now, let's continue this night with some chill vibes," he suggested, grabbing the remote to cue up your favorite show.

As the opening notes of "Home Alone" filled the room, Hizashi's fingers tapped the tip of your nose. "One of the best holiday movies, right?" he mused, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the TV.

Aizawa, arms still wrapped around you, chimed in, "Classic. The kid's resourcefulness is impressive. If my class was in charge there, those burglars would pray to be sent right into the Tartarus."

Shota's remark caused Hizashi to choke on the sip of his coke. "Shota, dear Lord, ease up on the kids. They're nice kiddos!"

"Yeah, I wish they could ease up on me, so I could get some damn rest," the black-haired man grumbled.

You giggled, resting your head on his chest, rising and falling slowly with each breath he took.

The movie played in the background, the familiar scenes casting a nostalgic glow over the room.

You released a contented sigh as the movie came to an end. "Boys… Thank you."

"That's not the end!" Hizashi grinned at you, leaping out from under the covers, leaving you exposed. You nuzzled closer to Aizawa, seeking warmth.

Aizawa's hands reached around to your back, rubbing it gently as he planted a tender kiss on your lips.

Just as Present Mic returned, he huffed a little, looking a tad offended. "I was gone for thirty seconds, and you're already claiming our girl yours, Shota?!" He presented you with three glasses and a bottle of champagne. "I was keeping this hidden for a nice occasion, and it arrived today! Shota, come here and open it for me. You know I'm a bit clumsy."

Aizawa efficiently opened the champagne, the cork popping with a satisfying sound. He poured the sparkling alcohol into the glasses, handing one to you as you gracefully got up.

Present Mic, raising his glass, declared, "To you, my loves! To my sweet, charming kitty." He reached his free hand out, rubbing your cheek, "And to my one and only, handsome as hell Eraserhead." He grinned at Aizawa.

Shota acknowledged with a nod. "To you guys. May this year be better than the last."

You raised your glass, a smile playing on your lips. "To my handsome pro heroes, always ready to serve and protect. To my two absolutely cute boys that can turn into wild tigers in the sheets!"

Aizawa scoffed a little, but Present Mic playfully pointed out, "Look at that, kitty, you made Aizawa blush!"

Shota downed his champagne and glared down at you, his thumb rubbing against your lips. "So how about we move to the other part of the celebration now, kitten?" His tone was low and seductive, causing a familiar tingling in your abdomen.

With a mischievous grin, you nodded. "Yes, please. Let's celebrate our very own New Year's Eve." You bit your lower lip, adding, "I can't wait."

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haikyuuwaifu · 5 months

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Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

THE UA ENTRANCE EXAM

“I can’t believe there are that many applicants this year.” Snipe mumbled, as Vlad King nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Nezu refused to raise the acceptance rate, the creature's need for bloodshed is truly unmatched.” UA’s instructors were sprawled around the viewing area, making conversation. Shouta had just finished his first cup of coffee and was steadily working on the second, when the door made a sound. “All I’m saying,” A voice mumbled, “is that this entire exam is rigged for physical quirk users.” Shouta snorted into his coffee, making no move to acknowledge the newcomer. They were right, and each year he’s tried to advocate for a better test, to no avail. “I want to see my students overcome adversity, you know that.” Nezu quipped, giving Y/n a closed lipped smile. “So much for overcoming adversity when the testing system itself is rigged.” The woman scoffed. She was going to say more, but a little girls excited shout, brought her attention to a couch in the corner of the room.

“You’re the kitty hero from TV!” Eri shouted, jumping up and down. Y/n smiled, giving the little girl a friendly salute. “The name’s Y/n kiddo! Nice to meet ya!” She greeted, flicking her tail. “Eri Aizawa!” Eri shouted, launching herself at the woman. Y/n caught her with ease, and held her to her hip. “I think you’re right by the way.” Eri began speaking, reaching up to rub one of Y/n’s ears. “The test is rigged, and daddy complains about it everywhere, but this year he’s been extra grumpy because my big brother’s taking the exam. Hito wants to be a hero so so bad.” Eri sighed, as she continued stroking Y/n’s ears. Mic and Oboro watched the interaction, mouths agape as Y/n took everything in stride. Shouta, finally with the rest of the room, swiveled around, to see his daughter stroking the neko heroes ears. “Eri.” He scolded, moving to stand. Y/n held her hand out, giving the man a placating smile. “It’s alright, I promise.” “Eri, you know better than to touch someone without asking.” Shouta stated, his voice stern. Y/n held her out, and smiled up at the man again. “I promise you, it’s perfectly alright. While I’m sure your daughter has exceptional manners, I have feline features and children tend to forgo their home training in all the excitement.” Shouta gave Y/n a look, contemplating if he was going to say more, before nodding. “Either way, I apologize. I’m Shouta Aizawa, Eri’s father and pro-hero Eraserhead.” Teachers around the room whispered, as they watched the exchange. No matter who it was, Shouta Aizawa didn’t make it his business to introduce himself to anyone. “Pro-Hero Neko, Y/n L/n.” Y/n introduced giving the man a slight salute with her freehand. “Now Eri, why do you think your big brother is gonna struggle?” Y/n asked, taking the empty seat next to Aizawa. Her eyes scanned the testing area, and she could see her gremlin and his little friends. “Toshi has a brainwashing quirk, and UA only ever does robots.” She huffed, scanning the crowd. Behind them, Enji and Touya were having a quiet discussion with Mic and Oboro. “He can scrape by getting rescue points, but if he wants to get into the Hero course, he’s going to have to get a couple of big points.” Shouta mumbled, pressing the red button. Y/n’s ears folding toward her scalp as the loud buzzer went off, notifying the contestants that the exam had begun. “That isn’t fair at all.” Y/n whispered, her eyes flitting across the testing facility. “There’s a lot you can do with a quirk like that.” Eri nodded, snuggling close to the woman as the teachers began watching the exam.

To be continued in Pt.2

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thehusbandoden · 8 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Aizawa Shota

A/n: sorry this took so long!! I feel like I'm going to go into a block soon and it's driving me crazy >.<

This is another short one :') hopefully I'll get back to the longer ones soon <33

General info: angst to fluff/comfort | 508 words | female reader

Warnings!: Flinching, arguing, and pregnancy <3. Please let me know if I miss any <33!

You and Shota both agreed on keeping your relationship a secret from the public due to safety reasons. Your family and close friends knew, but that was it, Shota hadn't told his students anything but he was in a long term relationship, and you didn't tell your coworkers anything except that you were married.

It's been that way for the entire seven years that you've been together -married for four.

Until today.

Shota had barely survived a horrid villain attack, and he couldn't wait to come home to your worried self and be spoiled by you.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, you decided to rush out to him and fret over him in public.

Between asking if he was okay, promising cuddles and kisses, kissing him on the lips, and asking him if he wanted food or sleep first the crowd and cameras figured out your secret, and now Shota was being reprimanded and you were in danger.

The drive home was deadly silent as Shota tried to control his anger and you realized how badly you screwed up.

After you got into the house Shota was dead quiet, ignoring you and your offers to help. After an hour of his silence you broke, hormones driving you wild.

"Shota please talk to me." You mutter, standing in front of your husband who was silently reading a book on the couch.

After a few seconds of silence you grabbed Shota's book and carefully sat on his lap, making sure to avoid his injuries littering his torso.

"Shota."

Shota simply glared at you before turning to his phone, scrolling through Denki's stupid tiktoks.

"Shot-"

"Will you stop?? In order to refrain myself from yelling at my pregnant wife I'm staying silent. Is that so bad?!"

"But Shota I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't going to cut it! Now you and our baby are in a lot more danger- y/n a villain could kidnap you to get to me! That's why we were hiding it in the first place!"

"I-I'm sorry!" You cry, tears springing to your eyes as you stare up at Shota, wishing to disappear.

"What did I just sa-"

Shota stopped as you flinched back, falling onto the ground as you stared up at him. That's when he noticed that his quick activated in his anger. Quickly deactivating it, Shota hurried to your side as his hair fell back to his shoulders.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Shota asked, voice helping soothe you as he brought you into his arms, rubbing your back lovingly.

"Y-yeah.. I just didn't expect that."

"Me neither, I'm sorry hunny. Do you want a foot rub? We can talk about your.. silly decision later."

"A foot rub does sound nice.. but you're injured."

"Bu-"

"How about a movie night instead? I'll get the snacks and you can order some take out?"

"Sure, I can do that for you. Anything else?"

"Cuddles. And kisses."

"Sure thing." Shota smiled, kissing your temple lovingly.

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kitthepurplepotato · 6 months

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Chapter 10 - The end and the beginning.

Last chapter!

Summary: It’s the last day of your trip with Shouta; it’s a day filled with tears, laughter and a bunch of confessions.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of sex, keep an eye out for the !!! sign because this chapter has some saucy bits. Please skip it if you are under 18 or not comfortable with that kind of content. No actual smut though! Thank you for your cooperation!

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It’s your last night at Shouta’s holiday home. To be honest, the vibe isn’t the best; the teens were really quiet today compared to their usual selves, Shouta’s been in his own head all day, barely responding to anyone, Present Mic tried his best to keep the gang entertained but somehow, even the loudest ones needed a bit of solitude on the last day, rather talking on the beach in small groups than playing around with the whole gang. For your surprise, the quietest one was Kaminari today; he’s been moping around since the morning, taking deep breaths before every single fake smile. There’s only few hours left before it’s bedtime so you decide to take the matter in your own hands; you absolutely hate seeing this boy all sad and mopey.

“What’s on your mind, Denks?” You ask him, slowly approaching the sulking boy who’s sprawled out on the sofa, all alone. You’ve been around the teen enough to know he’s not actually interested in the random show playing on the TV; his eyes are clouded with something sorrowful, fingers playing with the edge of the pillow he’s clutching to his chest.

“I’m okay, Y/N! Just a little bit tired.” Denki tries to make a fake smile. Instead of telling the boy off for lying, you take the pillow from him; first, he looks really confused by your actions but when the pillow is being replaced by your own body and you pull the boy to your chest in a motherly hug, the facade breaks; tiny sobs leave the youngling’s mouth, his fingers clutching the back of your shirt as he cries.

“It’s okay, Denks. Let it all out.” You tap his back soothingly. Hitoshi appears in the door leading to the beach, worried and just as sad as the blonde in your arms; you make a motion with your head, telling the boy to leave. He nods with a sad face and makes his way back to his friends; it breaks your heart to do this to him but you really want to talk to the boy and help him with his confession - let’s be honest, this must be about that - because it’s clearly killing them both.

“I can’t do this anymore.” The boy mumbles, completely broken. “It hurts so much but every time I think about being rejected and losing him as a friend hurts even more.”

“First of all, Hitoshi would never do that.” You reprimand. “You are his best friend and he would do anything to stay by your side. He’s not going to ghost you just because of this. Also, I’ll be honest with you; you are really fucking stupid if you think he doesn’t feel the same.”

Apparently, Denki didn’t like your answer because he pulls away, his voice loud and angry when he speaks up next.

“You literally heard me saying that I think he’s the hottest guy in the class and he didn’t even say anything about it since. He’s ignoring all my flirting. Stop giving me false confidence!”

“Denki, lower your voice, I’m not here to be yelled at, I’m here to help!” You reprimand again, this time with much more fervor. The blonde boy cowers under your gaze, probably realizing how disrespectful he’s being, but instead of saying sorry he stands up, ready to flee the scene. You roll your eyes and push the boy down to sit back. “I’ll tell you a story and you’ll listen. I’ll let you go after that, okay?” Your tone changes into a mild, soothing one. “Toshi probably told you most of the story anyway but I want you to listen to my side of it.” You sigh. “Shouta and I had a really nice first date. Honestly, it was the most perfect day ever but I knew Shouta only said yes to that date because of Megumi and it wasn’t supposed to be this great. We were both really confused by the end of it. I was with him the whole day, I met his family and loved them all; but then the day ended and he rejected me on the spot.” You give the sobbing blonde a sad smile. “That day, I went straight to my bed, ignoring my girl and cried the whole night. It was only one date but I liked that man since Megumi started UA and all my feelings came back to the surface and they started to suffocate me after that day so I decided to push him away instead of talking it all out. I was childish.” You sigh again. For your surprise, Denki looks really invested in your story now, sad puppy eyes staring into yours as you finish your story. “I was an absolute asshole to him the next time we met but instead of yelling he pulled me close, told me to stop and gave me his number. And now look at me.” You smile at the boy, ruffling his messy hair.

“You think I should tell him? Even if he might reject me?” Denki mutters then goes on a rant. “I want to tell him. I want to tell him how special he is, because I know he has no idea. He has no fucking idea how head over heels I am for his stupid lavender eyes and Gucci eye bags. He doesn’t even know that every time he touches me I feel like I’m being electrocuted even though I’m literally a guy with an electric quirk. He needs to know that his smile cures my depression and every time I feel down I think about him and life is suddenly so much brighter! Fuck, I’m gonna tell him now! Thank you, Y/N!” Denki jumps off the sofa but he can barely make two steps before he runs right into Hitoshi who clearly didn’t listen to you when you told him to leave. Denki pales completely, his confidence shattering right away as he’s face to face with the boy of his dreams.

“How… much…” Denki stutters, slowly stepping away from the purple haired boy.

“All of it.” Hitoshi pants, not even letting Denki to finish his sentence. He pulls the blonde boy to his chest, in a tight embrace. “Y/N is right by the way. You are really fucking stupid.”

… Okay, this is your time to sneak out of the room. You barely make it out to the beach before Hitoshi takes Denki’s confused face into his hands and crushes his lips together with his.

Uhh, that must have hurt. Oh well, they will get the hang of it by the time the gang goes back into the house tonight.

~•🩶•~

“Your kid is probably having a heated make out session on the couch, you two are like two peas in a pod.” You giggle as you lower yourself next to Shouta. He’s laying on a massive towel sprawled out behind a bunch of massive rocks, hidden away from the eyes of the youngsters and Present Mic.

“Thank you, now I’ll never be able to close my eyes without thinking about those two making out in Hitoshi’s room.” He frowns and wiggles around until he can put his face on your squishy chest.

“Tell me about it, they didn’t even wait until I left the room. I had to witness their first kiss, Shouta.” You retort, looking like you went through hell before coming out here.

“How bad was it?” Aizawa snorts, grinning. Your hands wander into his hair, massaging his scalp and Shouta murmurs quietly at the nice feeling.

“Really bad. Like teeth clashing, noses-in-the-way kinda bad.” You laugh, utterly amused.

“That’s our boy. I’m proud.” Shouta snorts again. Your heart skips a beat and you forget to laugh so Shouta looks up at you, worry written all over his face.

“Our… boy?” You mutter, hands falling from the hero’s hair. Shouta realizes his mistake, a tiny blush appearing on his face as his words sink in.

“One day, yeah.” He puts his head back, faking nonchalance. “If you want to.”

Silence falls on the two of you, only the sound of the rumbling sea and the distant laughter disturbing the peaceful, quiet night. After a few minutes, Shouta takes a deep breath, his head facing the rocks.

“Do you remember when I said Megumi will be yours sooner than you think?” Aizawa mutters into your chest.

“Yeah and I told you I can’t provide all the necessities to get accepted…” You start your rant but Shouta doesn’t let you finish your sentence.

“You do… have all of that now.” Shouta speaks up, his head facing your way now. For some reason, the man looks terrified. “I…” he sits up and takes your hand into his lap, caressing the skin to calm himself down. “I want us to be a family, Y/N. I know, this is really sudden and you probably think it’s too soon, but I told you how heroes think there’s no tomorrow when it comes to these things and I’m also one of those people who think that way.”

You are rendered speechless. Shouta trembles like a leaf, anxiety showing clearly on his face and if you look close enough you can see the fear of rejection in his eyes.

Your heart is about to explode in your chest, mostly from happiness but also from the fact that this is clearly not the end of his speech; there is something else, something extremely important for the hero in front of you so you decide not to show your happiness yet in case it all goes wrong. He fiddles your fingers and takes a deep breath before he continues.

“But…” There it is. There it fucking is. You knew it. “I don’t want any of this if Megumi can’t be officially a part of it. And I also don’t want you to be my date. Or my girlfriend.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. On the last day of your perfect holiday, your whole being is being crushed into the sand on this fucking amazing beach, by the hands of the man you loved with your whole being. Tears trail down your cheeks and you try to move away but your hand is stuck between Shouta’s so you can’t go to far; Shouta pulls you back into a sitting position and moves his hand to the side of yours; you look down at your hands, incapable of looking into the man’s eyes and something glistens in the moonlight; there is a ring on your ring finger, white gold with a black crystal in the middle. You look at Shouta with pure confusion.

“… I want you to be my wife, Y/N.” Shouta smiles, his eye shining from unshed tears. “I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want to be the father of Megumi. So… what… do you think?”

“I thought you are about dump me, you fucking idiot.” You start sobbing into the man’s shirt, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“I tried my best with the speech, I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best, I’m not good with feelings…” He mutters, but you shut him up with your mouth.

“Marry me, Shouta.” You whimper into his mouth between two kisses. “I can’t wait to have a big, loud family with you.” You move away to give the man a big grin, happy tears still falling down your cheeks.

“I hope you guys can pack quickly, because I want you two in my house as soon as possible. I already asked Cementoss to fix my house by tomorrow in case you say yes.” Shouta admits with a blush.

“Is this why you were away that day? To have this all sorted?” You mumble into his chest.

“Yes. We can do the paperwork now then have a proper ceremony later. Megumi’s adoption papers are ready to go as well. I hope that’s okay.” Aizawa mutters, a little bit ashamed.

“Of course it’s okay, Shou.” You laugh. “Oh my god.” You yelp, shaking from the excitement. “We need to tell the kids.” You grin like a maniac, eyes shiny from the recently shedded tears. You pull your boyfriend… wait… fiancé?! up from the towel and make your way towards the loud group sitting around the other side of the beach. For your surprise, Hitoshi and Denki also joined the group, now shamelessly cuddling; Denki sits between Hitoshi’s long legs, his back resting on the purple haired boy’s chest, while Hitoshi’s arms are wrapped around the smaller boy, his chin on his shoulders.

“Attention!” Shouta speaks up and the group of younglings automatically sit up straight, like they’re still at school. It’s really adorable. “We have something to tell you…” Shouta says with utter seriousness but you don’t let him finish the sentence.

“We’re getting married!” You yell in a high pitched voice, jumping around like a lovesick teenager with your hands in the air, showing off the new ring Shouta just gave you.

It’s a lot to take in. It’s sudden and probably a little bit irresponsible; getting married to a guy you’ve only known for a year and dated for a few weeks… but that’s also the thrill of it. You lived your life doing what’s the best for the others around you; you helped out your sister, took in a kid in need, stopped dating to have more time to spend with your daughter… you never partied, never did anything stupid and while you certainly don’t think there is anything about this situation that’s considered stupid, it’s definitely something new, something that you’ll do for yourself, someone might even say it’s selfish but honestly, you don’t fucking care.

Since you got to know Shouta, your whole life turned upside down in the best way possible; seeing his little, hidden smile on the screen of your phone made even the worst day into the best one, his touches healed your broken soul and mended your broken heart; it might have been only a couple of weeks but you already know Shouta is the one. Fuck, you knew it from day one, when Aizawa-sensei opened his office door for you with a sleepy look on his face, cold as ice but somehow still warm under the surface. You knew it when Shouta brought you into that cute cat coffee and hogged all the cats to himself, you knew it when you met his two children, those broken souls with a heart of gold, you knew it when he first kissed you, first held you in his arms… the list goes on and on, a never ending circle of appreciation swirling in your mind when you think about Shouta. You look into your partner’s eye and he understands it all; there is no need for words, no need for reassurance; you both know this is the right thing to do for you, for him, for your children, for the world, for the whole fucking universe. You two are like two, off-shaped puzzle pieces, meant for no one but the other.

“Good luck finding a boyfriend if Aizawa-sensei is your father.” Katsuki snickers, his eyes glinting with mischievousness.

“Well, thank fuck he really loves you then.” Megumi retorts, not even looking at the blonde as she makes her way towards you to give you a massive hug. Katsuki just sits there, cheeks ruddy, his aggressive retort frozen on the tip of his tongue. “I’m really happy for you, Mom.” Megumi sniffles into your shirt then makes her way towards Shouta with a teary eyed smile.

“Aizawa-sensei, with all due respect, if you ever make her cry I’ll ruin your life.” Megumi tries to make a mean face and Shouta giggles at her. The whole gang gawks again, just like the last time but they school their faces just in time to not get caught.

“Call me Shouta when we’re not in class.” The hero mumbles with an almost red face.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get used to that, Shouta…sensei.” Megumi mutters, giggling to herself as she hugs your partner affectionately.

You really shouldn’t cry again, fuck.

“You really did it, oh my god.” Hitoshi jumps up, letting Denki fall into the sand. He yelps then laughs, looking fondly at his new boyfriend embracing his father with nothing but pride and love. “You are a legend, dad.”

“I have a mom now!” Eri yells and jumps into your arms, happy tears trailing down her cheeks. “I have a big family! This is the best day ever!” The little girl smiles while she gives you a bone-crushing hug.

Shouta and you look at each other and you don’t need to say anything out loud for you two to know this was the best decision of your lives.

~•🩶•~

“Hey kids, do you mind if I crash with you tonight?” Present Mic comes out of your room with his super fancy, black and gold sleeping bag, ready for the impromptu sleepover with the kids. He gives you two a knowing look; both of you flush from his cheeky gaze, because you know what the real reason is.

“Make yourself comfortable, sensei! You can use my sleeping bag if you are cold!” Denki adds proudly; you are not even suprised to see the two boys sharing a sleeping bag. You have no idea how did those two fit into it, they might look thin and lanky from far away, but both of them have just enough muscle on them to make this stunt impossible. Well, with enough love in your heart, you can achieve whatever you want, they say.

“Oh my god Denks, stop throwing your happiness in our faces.” Megumi grins at the two boys, clearly not meaning any of it; apparently everyone decided to do a massive sleepover in the living room on the last day of the trip, even little Eri came out of her bedroom, her hello Kitty themed pillow and throw ready for her on the sofa. It melts you heart how it wasn’t even a question for them to let the little girl take the best place in the room, bless their little hearts.

“You two will boil to death in there, it’s the middle of the summer you stupid fucks.” Katsuki murmurs, disgusted by the PDA.

“Yeah, I’m quite sure you would be just as keen to boil to death in this situation, Katsuki.” Mina murmurs under her covers, half asleep.

“There’s literally no such thing as too hot with my quirk.” Katsuki retorts, clearly aggravated by the challenge.

“Well… there is only one way to find out if that’s true…” Mina goes from a sleepy potato into a wide-awake, ferocious animal as she moves towards the blonde with quick steps, not even giving the guy enough chance to react before her body falls on him. The rest of gang decides to do the same, plopping next to or on the top of the blonde; yells, explosions and death threats are being thrown around the room but none of them cares; the teens make a big pile around the angry Katsuki, giggling while Mic takes a picture of the group with a massive grin on his face.

“Let’s go.” Shouta murmurs into your ears and your heart stops for a second; his arms wrap around your hips from behind and pulls you into his chest, his whole body flush against you.

“Uhumm.” You agree and that’s all Shouta waited for; in a matter of seconds the door shuts behind you and your back hits the soft bed with Shouta right on top of you.

!!!

It all starts with heated kisses and gentle touches all over your clothed body; Shouta kisses your neck, your collarbone, your chin, your arms and slowly moves his hand to get rid of the “offensive”, oversized shirt you stole from Shouta’s dresser. Needless to say, you don’t wear a bra at home. Thank god Shouta had enough care for you to pop a throw over the two of you before his shenanigans.

The shirt is gone, your hands are under Shouta’s own top, mapping around his chest; finally, you are able to touch him all over, even the sensitive areas and nothing can stop you right now; the happiness of getting married and the excitement of a new life makes you brave and unstoppable, and Shouta clearly doesn’t mind your wandering hands all over him.

He kisses your fingers one by one then stares at the ring with a dark, possessive look on his face; needless to say it all goes right between your legs. The laughter has subdued outside the room; by the sound of it, the kids are already asleep.

“How quiet can you be, Y/N?” Shouta’s hand caresses your whole body; it moves from your neck all the way through the middle of your upper body in one straight line, then he stops at the hem of your joggers, absently playing with the strings then he starts to pull, slowly and gently, not breaking eye contact.

It’s soo much. It’s too much, really. But somehow, you want to push your limits today.

“Let’s find out.” You whisper into his mouth, your own hands working their way down to rid him of his underwear.

… apparently, you can do quiet, but not quiet enough to not rile up Shouta until he starts biting and panting, body bursting from lust and affection.

!!! - cheekyness done

Today, you’ve learned that Shouta isn’t just an amazing person; he’s also amazing at everything else. You can’t wait to live your whole life with this wonderful, hidden gem of a man.

“I love you, Shou.” You mumble into his naked chest, legs tangled together under the light comforter. Shouta pulls you even closer and takes a big breath right in the crook of your neck; you are quite sure you don’t smell that nice after the shenanigans you’ve been up to but you decide not to comment on that.

“I love too. I can’t wait to call you my wife. I’ll put a picture of you on my desk so everyone can gawk at how pretty you are.” He murmurs, clearly out of it. Post-sex Shouta is an interesting species. The guy has no filter.

“People usually say things like that before the action, not after.” You giggle to yourself, tired and ready to sleep.

“Who said we are done here?” Shouta mutters as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are quite sure you have goosebumps in places goosebumps shouldn’t even appear.

“Your alarm clock set to 5AM, Shou.” You sigh into the man’s mouth.

“Want me to stop then?” He smiles like a cheeky child, leaving kisses everywhere he can reach.

“Don’t you dare.” You giggle; tomorrow’s problems doesn’t matter today anyway.

… needless to say, you both slept through your alarm the next day and got bullied for it during breakfast, but it was definitely worth it.

You started this journey as a lonely soul, but left Shouta’s holiday home as a part of a new family; finally, everything is okay and there is nothing but anticipation in your heart, burns and bruises long forgotten.

~•🩶•~

4 years later

“We’re home!” The two boys, Hitoshi and Denki stumble in through the door, hands full of gift bags.

“You two!” You put your ladle down right away, sprinting towards the two with pure anger in your eyes. These two motherfuckers are the bane of your existence. Why, you ask? “Don’t you fucking dare to leave me for a month ever again, you hear me?!” The two boys look at your teary eyes with nothing but fondness as they hug you, each on one side. You are so sad Mic couldn’t make it today due to a mission; he missed his boys so much he called Shouta every day to cry about it. Shou really knows how to choose the perfect godfather for his kids; they are all spoiled to death by him, especially the little one.

“We missed you too, mom!” Hitoshi snickers and hugs you tighter; you can’t believe these two boys are almost 20 years old. They went to America for a month by themselves, for fucks sake! Where has the time gone?!

“Mama said a bad word!” The little boy yells, sitting up straight on his favorite kitten bean bag.

“Yes she did.” Shouta makes a suprised face at the kid. “And what happens when someone says a bad word in this house, Oboro?” Shouta makes a wondering face, stroking his stubble and all that jazz. You love this man so much.

“Bad word… box!” The boy says and you roll your eyes.

“Swear jar, honey, but that’s right.” You put a few coins into the jar sitting on the coffee table.

Hitoshi hugs his little brother and tickles him viciously; the sound makes the rest of the household and Katsuki come out from Megumi’s room to investigate the sudden commotion.

“Toshi! Denks! Finally!” Eri and Megumi runs towards the two boys, tackling them to the floor out of pure love.

“I won’t leave you alone until you finished your assignment, young lady! Chop-chop!” Katsuki murmurs towards the pile on the floor; Megumi stands up and makes her way towards his boyfriend of 4 years and leaves a tiny kiss on his cheeks. Funnily enough, Katsuki still gets all red when Megumi does anything romantic when others are around and it’s the cutest thing the world has ever seen.

“Let her enjoy this moment, Kat. It’s so rare we have the whole family together now that we all moved out.” Megumi snuggles into the blonde’s arms and his frown changes into a fond look; oh damn, you give them another year before Katsuki pops the question. That boy is head over heels for your girl and you absolutely love to see it. Talking about popping the question…

“… then we almost got married in Vegas.” Denki finishes his sentence with a dreamy look on his face while Hitoshi spits his virgin margarita on the dinner table.

“Honestly? I’m surprised you didn’t actually do it.” Megumi grins at the two lovebirds.

“Apparently we were too drunk for the ceremo…” Hitoshi’s hand lands on Denki’s nape with a loud slap, his whole face flushed with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Toshi.”

You can barely contain your anger.

“We let you two go away for a month and you thank us by getting wasted on a foreign land?! Illegally, I must add?!”

Shouta can’t hide his giggle; he puts one hand on your thigh, stroking it gently to calm you down.

“They are both in University, trust me it wasn’t the first time they got wasted.” Shouta smiles and your anger evaporates into thin air, your frown changing into a fond, lovesick look as you gaze at your perfect husband.

“Oh my god, not at the dinner table!” Megumi retorts with a grin. “It has been 4 years but you two are still insufferable. I can’t believe you.”

Honestly? Neither can you. The amount of love and affection you feel towards your husband even after all these years is almost ridiculous and it goes the other way around as well; Shouta saw you giving birth to his child yet he still looks at you like you are the most perfect human being, with your loose skin, stretch marks and all that jazz.

“What can I say, love is like a truck; you can’t just dust your legs and walk away when you get hit by it.” Aizawa retorts then hides his face with his hands, embarrassed. “That sounded so much better in my head.”

“Did you just compare me to a terrible accident, Shou?!” You laugh like a maniac, cuddling into your husband’s arms to make him feel better.

“At least he didn’t compare you to Shigaraki’s decay.” Megumi retorts. “Love is like being hit by Shigaraki’s quirk; once it’s done it lasts forever.”

For everyone’s surprise, Shouta is the one who starts to howl at that, tears falling on his face at how hard he’s laughing.

“Bro, too deep.” Katsuki says but he can’t hide his fond smile as he looks at the whole family laughing their asses off.

“Why is this so funny?” The little boy blinks a few times, his face hilariously confused. Needless to say, that triggers another laughing fit and you are quite sure the whole UA can hear your laughter in their dorms but they are quite used to Aizawa sensei’s loud family by now so it’s okay.

Fuck, your life is amazing and so are the people surrounding you; you couldn’t be more proud of them.

Life is fucking good, Goddammit.

You pop a few coins into the swear jar sitting on the table, conveniently placed in the middle in case someone says something nasty during dinner time; the whole family looks at you with questioning eyes, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face even if you tried.

“I fucking love you, guys.” You grin at them and continue eating.

“Mom is so cheeky.” Oboro mutters to himself, his hands deep in his bowl.

“And we love her for that.” Shouta murmurs into your ears, leaving a tiny kiss on your cheeks.

You feel like you’ll never get used to this constant feeling of happiness but that’s not a problem; you have at least 40 more years to get properly used to it.

The end.

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Potato ramble:

- Oh my goodness, it’s over! What the heck?! How did this happen? Also, this was supposed to be a 5 chapter long short-story yet it ended up with 10 chapters, the last chapter more that 5K words, I must add.

I want to thank you guys for your patience, but I hope this chapter soothes your bothered soul! Also thank you for reading this silly fic, your comments always make my day! You are the best of the best and I love all of you so much! 💜

- Some plus info about the end of this story: Hitoshi moved together with Denki after graduating UA. They collected enough money this year to finally start traveling around the world during their summer breaks.

Megumi also wanted to move out when Hitoshi did but her parents didn’t let her until she graduates so Katsuki worked his little ass off in that one year to have enough money to get a really nice flat for them! Oh, and Y/N was absolutely right, Katsuki proposed to Megumi in front of the whole family on her birthday. 💜

Y/N and Aizawa has a kid; little Oboro was born a year and a half after Aizawa’s proposal on the beach. He was named after Aizawa’s best friend who died during his high school years. Present Mic was almost taken to a hospital due to dehydration on the day Aizawa told him what the kid’s name will be.

If you have any questions, I’m more than keen to answer them in the comments! 💜

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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝗢𝟭 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙄𝙕𝘼𝙒𝘼 [SOMNOPHILIA + BODYWORSHIP]

a request by @idiotobservator - and the first entry in this year's kinktober event >:D i’m a little rusty sorry >:((

warnings ;; somnophilia, hints of body worship, dom/sub dynamics, mild language, werewolf!aizawa, scent marking, primal elements as well as hints to CNC, this is just a scene, please remember that, thank you <3 etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

He’s still drunk in the haze of sleep, eyes half-lidded.

Sleep refuses to take him and he contemplates switching the fan on momentarily, uncomfortable with the building heat inside of him - the beginnings of a rut in his veins. Even with each subtle turn from left to right under the covers trying to find a comfortable position, his body heats up at the mildest of things, sweat coating his skin in a light sheen. Scratching lightly at his stubble, Shouta pulls himself closer into you, sliding his hands to rest around your waist, and nosing into the crook of your neck. He could hold out a little longer, is what he mentally reiterates; ignoring the way his cock sits heavily between his thighs, his glans pressing up against the skin and smearing thick pre, and the growing urge to pop a fat knot just from your scent.

You’d both made an agreement prior to this (specifically a month in preparation), that he could do what he wished whilst you were dead to the world - and he’d albeit, reluctantly agreed - the thought was hot, but, he couldn’t ignore the nagging guilt at the thought of doing so. You were asleep. Asleep, helpless, and unaware of what he truly wanted to do to you. He was beyond that of a human, and instinctive, primal-like urges came to him more easily than the normal human being. Shouta was afraid of losing control.

How could he not? He wasn’t the most vocal of individuals when it came to admiration and affections, yet, any slight sliver of skin that might’ve been on show, maybe with the raise of a simple t-shirt and a stretch in the morning, left him hungry. Needy.

Shifting once again, Shouta bites down on his bottom lip stifling the grunts rumbling out of his throat. In doing so, he tongues against his aching gums, itching to latch onto something, anything - circling across the front of his canines and molars. He could at least offer himself some comfort, right? You had agreed.

“Fucking hell…” His voice still raspy from sleep.

Tightening his hold around your hips, he silently gives in momentarily, opting for subtle, gentle rolls of his hips from behind, seeking out some form of friction. Nothing too drastic, too desperate to the point where it would disturb you, still in the throes of a deep sleep. He wasn’t some dog, mindlessly rutting up against you.

(But, the telltale words of ‘liar,’ at the back of his mind echo, ‘nothing more, and nothing less’).

Shouta, however, was struggling to focus on anything else; struggling to maintain composure with each thrust into your underwear, leaving trails of sticky pre across the now dampening fabric. Everything was overwhelmingly heightened, the edges of his line of sight hazing over with black. The friction between his fat cockhead, swollen and drooling, against the material of your underwear was wonderful. Perfect. Stretching and scratching alongside the miserably heated flesh, eager for more.

(More, and more and more-)

You jerk forwards suddenly, and he pauses immediately, waiting for anything; only for you to let out a string of incoherent mumbles, with a few noticeable words, mainly being his name. Shit. You settle back into place gradually, shifting your ankles and interlocking them underneath the covers, brushing against his own.

He continues once again, sliding a sweaty palm in-between his own thighs, an attempt to soothe the ache at the base of his cock, sore and reddened - the familiar signs of a knot beginning to form. The same irritation intensifies across his gums, and the repetitive soothing of his tongue against his teeth doesn’t work any longer, if anything, reminding of the lingering need to give in.

To let go.

Shouta is all the more aware of how much louder his grunts are becoming, moreso noticeable to the contrasting silence of the room, still in the early hours of the morning; but he needs, he wants and wants and wants-

The rolls of his hips increasingly become harsher, as does his grip on your waist, drawing himself closer and closer towards you, rutting helplessly, snarling into your shoulder blades. His pre-cum continues to leak in a heavy stream, beading slowly down the side of his cock and pooling between the crevices of his fingers with each jerk of the hand.

His ears were filled with nothing but the recognisable drone of white noise, oblivious to the confused whines, overwhelmed by the static, and instead replaced by the thrum of his own pulse - obsessed with the thought of marking you with his scent.

You had agreed, right?

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Secret Wish

Mostly fluff but gets suggestive at the end… this was a birthday post I’m moving from ao3 to here.

“Okayyy. Promise not to laugh,” you warned. You stood on your tiptoes behind Shouta, teetering side to side as you kept your hands over his eyes. He let out a short chuckle but went along with your whims. You guided him until he nearly bumped into the dining table where you muttered an apology and helped him sit down. You removed your hands from his eyes but told him to keep them closed or else .

Shouta dutifully kept his eyes shut for the sake of what you had planned. He heard you shuffling around him, glasses clinking together, utensils hitting the table, chairs being pushed back. He almost gave in to take a peek but he heard you clear your voice.

“Open!”

He slowly peeled open his eyes and staring back at him was a heartfelt yet lopsided chocolate cake. It was two tiers, one side sliding into the plate beneath it, with white piping that tried its best to add some dimension. On the top of it there was some lettering that Aizawa had a hard time reading since it was a poor attempt to write in cursive with too thin of icing. You watched his eyebrows knit together and chuckled. “It says ‘For my Sleepy Scorpio’. Making a cake is a lot harder than it seems,” you nervously giggled.

The single candle in the center of the cake flickered in the low lighting. Shouta hadn’t said anything since he opened his eyes and you began to feel nervous. What if he secretly hated chocolate? Was the actively falling cake too ugly to maintain a pretense? You didn’t even know what you did wrong for that to happen. Maybe the flowers were an overkill, but guys should be romanced as well, right? You dug a deep mental hole in which you wished you could jump into until Shouta finally came to.

“This is for me?” He asked quietly.

“What? Of course it is! It’s officially been your birthday for…” you looked behind him to view the time on the wall, “Two minutes! Happy birthday, old man.”

“You remembered my birthday?” He said in a faraway voice. Your gaze softened and you walked to Shouta’s side. Even sitting down he was still shoulder height to you. Gently pulling his head to your chest you began to stroke his hair.

“You’re one of the most important people in my life right now, Shouta. Not Erasure Head the pro hero, not Mr. Aizawa the teacher, but Shouta. The one who seems to attract cats like you’re Snow White. The one who can fall asleep anytime, anywhere. The one who’s surprisingly a good cook.”

“Surprisingly?” His voice rumbled across your body and you paused running your hand on his head for a short moment.

“I figured you wouldn’t stay up on your feet for that long if you didn’t have to. You also have a surprising knack at sewing.”

“You know how many costumes I’ve torn through? It’s sometimes easier to just fix it myself,” he sighed, booking his arm around your waist. “And I enjoy cooking because of you,” he mumbled. Your heart fluttered from the statement and you was sure he could hear it racing. You looked at the dancing candle and rested your head on his.

“I hope we spend many more birthdays together,” you murmured. “I want us to go well into our nineties, hundreds even.”

“My knees won’t last that long.”

“I’m sure that cyborg surgery will be a thing by then so don’t worry about that,” you whispered and pressed a kiss on his head. “Go ahead, make a wish.”

Shouta pulled you into his lap and you dragged the plate with the cake closer to him. He watched the flame bounce around and held you even closer to his body. He leaned forward and blew out the candle without any flourish and then both watched the curling smoke in silence.

“Happy birthday, love. I’m glad I got to celebrate it with you first,” you held his face with both hands and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Again,” he muttered, and you grinned into his lips again. You peppered his whole face with kisses and Shouta hummed contentedly.

“What did you wish for?” You asked slyly. You cut out a rather large piece of cake for the both of you to share and Shouta glanced up at you.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a secret?”

“Woww so you’re keeping secrets between us?”

Shouta snorted and picked up a fork to feed you a piece of cake. You fed each other back and forth, and he sang praises for your cake despite the outward appearance.

“People still love the leaning tower of Pisa, so I can enjoy my little mudslide cake” he teases.

“Mudslide?!”

You both sat in the near darkness for hours, talking about anything that came to mind, and Shouta put his head in your chest again.

“Thank you. I’m actually enjoying my birthday for once.”

“Don’t thank me yet, there’s still more to come,” you used your thumb to clean off icing from the corner of your mouth and smiled.

“You already know that Mic has something planned for you and we’re gonna have to see what it is.”

“He’s always ruining my plans,” he groaned.

“And what would that be?”

“Wanna see?” He suddenly got up, gripping your thighs tightly and leading them into his bedroom.

“I still have presents for you!”

“I’m about to open one right now,” he smirked, and he closed the door behind him.

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