#soft aizawa is a need rn

[bakubunny]

shota holds you in his arms with your back against his chest, your legs spread wide and shaky. his skin is hot. it soothes a small part of your soul every time he nuzzles in a little closer. his fingers are thick and long enough to have your head falling back into his shoulder. you pant as he slowly fingers you. it’s messy and it sounds lewd, but you’re floating, so far gone that you hardly notice. "that's it, babygirl.... just relax." his voice is soft and smooth and low, carrying every thought away with it. a moan falls from your lips, louder than expected when he massages a tender spot deep in your silken walls. “shota,” you slur, lost in his touch. tender kisses graze your skin and make you shudder. he’s taking his time, gently pulling you along from one orgasm into another as he talks you through each one….

shota can fuck you stupid any day of the week, but this? he cherishes it. it’s far less often that he gets to lift your burdens for a little while as he holds you in his arms.

#last one #it’s been a day #soft aizawa is a need rn #is comfort smut a thing bc that’s what this is #also don't think i don't see y'all in my inbox #tryna tempt me with more iida hcs i'm not prepared to write 😳 #smut hcs #smut imagine #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha smut #millennialmagicalgirl #mha smut #x reader #fem!reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #comfort smut #?

[lowkeyremi]

OK HEAR ME OUT! Reader who is a single mother of one of Aizawa’s students X Aizawa???? PLEASE I need it!

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU YES OMG I NEED THIS anon im giving you kisses rn

Aizawa x fem!reader (also your denki's mom bc why not)

A small sigh escapes your lips as you pull into the parking lot of your son's school, it's still early in the year and his teacher has requested to meet with you.

He doesn't even have to explain why you're here because you already have a good idea: Denki's grades.

You smooth out your skirt and double check that your blouse is buttoned all the way. Security stopped you at the gate which took around ten minutes to defuse, they honestly thought you looked too young to be anyone's mother.

Thirty-two is a bit young to have a fifteen year old but you know how it goes: unprotected sex = baby. It's the same old story, your boyfriend freaked out and dipped on you.

It made you proud Denki got into a school like this, your goal is for him to further his education... something you never got the chance to do.

Finding his classroom was a whole other situation. UA is HUGE. So poor you is walking around every corner looking for class "1-A".

"Are you lost?" A voice loud and energetic asked, it caused you to jump in your skin. When you turn your head you see blond hair sticking upward toward the ceiling and a pair of goofy shades. He notices your giggle and quirks an eyebrow.

"Are you a new student?!" The blond questions, his face is full of energy and excitement.

"No.. do I really look that young?" You ask, smile bright.

"You do look pretty young." As soon as he says that it dawns on him that you might be a younger mother.

"Ah- sorry! I just-"

"Don't worry about it. I was actually looking for class 1-A, my son's teacher requested to meet with me." His eyes widen.

"Don't you worry, I can take you to Eraserhead's class!" With that you follow him down a flight of stairs and you guys turn like four corners. Well damn, you were way off.

You had been too caught up into your thoughts to realize he stopped, you bumped right into him.

"Sorry." He gives you a soft smile, "It's nothing!"

He knocks loudly, "Oh, Eraser! You have a visitor!" The blond doesn't even wait for a response to open the door, he just bursts in.

"Well I've gotta go now! Take care Miss..."

"L/n, the name's L/n." A thumbs up is sent your way before the loud blond man leaves.

A deep voice causes your brain to stir, "Thank you for coming on such a short notice, Miss L/n."

And what the fuck because Denki's teacher has beautiful long black hair, stubble, and a little scar under his right eye. He must be married you assume, because no way a handsome man like him is single.

You respond with confidence in your voice, "Of course, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I got lost."

His face softens as he motions for you to sit on the chair he's placed by his desk.

"Understandable, UA is not small. Let's get down to business, shall we?" He sits at his desk, organizing some papers before handing you a few. You feared the worst, Denki always strived to do his best so you shouldn't have anything to even fear.

"My students have been under attack a few times by villians, we've spoke to the board about the situation, because parents are worried about their children." You were relieved this had nothing to do with his grades but it scared you that villians were out for high schoolers.

"I thought the attacks stopped." Aizawa nods at you.

"They have for the time being but we fear they won't completely stop, which is why UA is building a dormitory system to keep students safe. What I've handed you is the consent form for your son to live on campus. It's not manditory but it is highly suggested." He explains to you and you read the pages.

"How do I know Denki will be in good hands?" You ask biting your lip, it doesn't go unnoticed by Aizawa because his eyes flicker to your lips then back up to your face.

"I understand what it's like to lose someone close to you, which is why I put so much effort and care into my students, they may say and think otherwise but they don't see what happens behind the scenes." You could tell his words were sincere, it wasn't convincing enough though. You worry too much about him and just the mere thought of losing him is enough to scare you.

Aizawa leans in to place a hand on yours, it feels tingly.

"I know all you have is my word to go off of, but I promise you I will protect your son and all my other students with my life." His eyes burn into yours. You get lost in those beautiful black eyes.

"Uh- hah. I'll look over the papers."

In the end you sign the papers.

"Mom you have to tell me who's taking you to dinner!" Denki says for the millionth time over the phone. You call him almost every night to check in on him.

"It's none of your business, young man." You'd tell him when you were ready. Just... not now. He'd freak out if he knew you were going out to dinner with his teacher.

Before you left that day, Aizawa asked for your number. You happily gave it to him, there was no way in hell you'd miss out on a chance like that.

After a month of just talking (and flirting) he asked you out for dinner, you agreed of course.

"But mommmmmm why nottttttt?" Denki whined.

"I'll tell you when we're ready. Anyways I have to go. Take care, sweetheart." He sighs but tells you he loves you. "I love you too, Denki." He hangs up, leaving you to finish your makeup.

The plan was originally to meet at dinner, but Aizawa was not letting up until you agreed that he could pick you up.

Your hands were starting to sweat again. It's normal to be this nervous, right? Dating hadn't really been in your line of vision while raising a child. It seemed to be the same process: go out with someone, get along nicely, start developing real feelings, they find out you have a son, they leave.

It seemed refreshing to finally go out with someone who knew you were raising a young man. Waiting it out seems to have been the right choice. Aizawa is a mature man.

The door bell rings and you shoot up out of your seat like a rocket.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, I look okay right?" It felt weird to ask your reflection, but self love is everything these days.

Your burgundy v cut dress was a bit on the short side, it hugged your body which made you a little insecure. You'd heard some women say pregnancy made them glow. You were convinced otherwise, it took you some time to finally feel beautiful.

Your walk to the door was dreadful, what if he takes it all back? Upon opening the door he was standing there in all his beauty. His raven colored hair was put up in a messy bun, his stubble cleaned up some, and he looked a little less tired. Your eyes inched down his body, he's wearing a white button up and black slacks.

"You're beautiful." The two of you say at the same time. Your eyes widen.

"Thank you, I was actually kind of nervous." His face softens at your words. The hero holds his hand out so you can take it. Just like the last time his hand was warm and made you feel tingly. You chuckled at how dumb that sounded, definitely sounds like something from a cheesy romance novel.

Dinner was a little awkward but beyond amazing. A waitress spilled wine on you, she apologized like a million times. You weren't mad though, having a son meant many messes were made... especially on you. The wine didn't stain that bad because of your dress color.

Aizawa offered you the jacket he kept in his car. Accepting it was a no brainer. He held it out for you and you gave him a confused look.

"I'll put it on you, come here." His voice was low and seductive. He noticed your smile. "You're so cute." He whispers as you put your arms in the jacket sleeves.

"Only cute?" Your question was followed by your signature smirk. The food was paid for, his hand wrapped around your waist and he walked you two to his car.

"Sexy, funny, chatty.... I could go on." He says with a smug smile.

"Oh stop it, I'm not sexy-" You don't get to finish your sentence, Aizawa twirls you around so you guys are facing each other. His hands rest on your hips for a second and in a flash he's cupping your face.

Your heart started beating a mile per minute... no second. He slowly pulls you in, those lazy eyes looking into yours. His lips look so kissable.

You pucker your lips and he presses his lips to yours, there weren't any fireworks or sparks like in Disney movies, it felt like he was one with you. Your body was connected to his in a way.

When the kiss is over he's staring at you, "you are sexy, I don't know who's lied to you."

__________

When he pulls into your driveway, you realize this date is almost over. Hopefully he'll agree to going out again. He seemed to enjoy the night as much as you did.

He walked you up to your door, eyes trained on you.

Your feet stop on your doormat. It felt like you were stuck in cement.

"Will I be seeing you again, Aizawa?"

"Call me Shota, and yes, I'll be seeing you again." He faces you and kisses you again. A sigh of relief escapes your lips.

"Call me." You say and he hums in acknowledgement.

Maybe... trying again at dating won't hurt you.

Hiii anon, I hope you like this!! I don't think this has been my best work but I think it shouldn't be that bad? Lol imagine how Denki would react when he finds out you're with his teacher. Love you guys, working on Teacher's Assistant ch. 1

#bnha #mha #aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

[crepe-of-wrath]

insane levels of wish fulfillment (soft dom Aizawa x very insecure f reader scenario)

mdni; again this is just absolute wish fulfillment and not a how to/guide for anything; Reader has major esteem issues bc Reader grew up in an environment that heavily stressed conventional feminine beauty and attitudes toward aging and it left a mark; if you personally grew up in an environment that was more open about those things and so this Reader's insecurities don't vibe with you, I'm sorry--most of my other x Readers are not like this but I'm just kind of in a place rn i guess; in case it wasn't already obvious, reader is skirting even closer than usual to "author self insert;" consider this a continuation of THIS

It's your first time together with Aizawa since you and he officially agreed to your dynamic. When you two had been discussing things to see if you would be a good match, you had stressed the need for cuddling after sex, explaining you were scarred by an encounter where your lover had basically pumped and ran, leaving you cold and alone on the mattress.

At first you were elated when Aizawa explained that, for your first time together, all you were going to do was cuddle. Without thinking, you settled into his arms, nuzzling his neck, playing with the tendrils that cascaded down from his ponytail, shivering with delight as his fingers lightly danced over you.

But then doubt set in. "Are--are you sure, Sir?" you had asked, so timidly (one day you hoped to call him Master, but that seemed like such a big and scary and heavy step, so you had both agreed on Sir for now). "I--I don't want to be, you know..selfish, I guess? I mean...shouldn't I have to do something to earn affection like cuddles?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wrapping you up tight. His arms and chest were so muscular; he was so handsome--why had he chosen lowly you when there were so many younger and prettier subs who wanted him too?! You were about to spiral into self-doubt when his baritone voice reached down into the depths, caught you and pulled you back up to the surface, where you could breathe again.

"Angel," he explained, "what we've agreed to is a mutual exchange of service and protection that is supposed to make us feel extra special. Everyone"--here he smiled and stroked your cheek--"even little angels who have been too harshly treated by this world and don't value themselves like they should, fundamentally deserves affection. You never have to earn that--"

Whatever else he had to say was drowned out by your very, very loud sobs. They came out of nowhere--eruption, tsunami, tornado, no destructive metaphor seemed to quite suffice for how they simply overcame you, leaving you completely incapable of stopping them. The tears that flowed out of your eyes carried the sediment of literal decades of pain and loneliness and sorrow caused by your internalized belief that you just weren't pretty enough, weren't worthy of being cared for, were somehow even more wretched than you had been in your supposed bloom of youth now that you had reached your expiration date, and all other sorts of nasty things that part of you had always known weren't true, but that a more insidious part of you could never shake.

Aizawa just held you in those unwavering arms of his, murmuring little hums and nothings in that voice of his for heavens knows how long before you calmed down.

"Good girl," he said. "You're such a good girl. You lie here for just a second and I'm going to go get you some water. I think you'll need it." Exhausted, you let yourself fall into the comfortable mattress and pillow. You heard him pour something from the pitcher, and then you heard the faucet. He walked in with a glass and a towel draped on his shoulder. He handed you the water and began to gently clean up your face.

You felt so warm and fuzzy inside; being cherished, even a little, was more dizzying that even your wildest dreams. Without thinking, you said, "Thank you, Master." Then, you gasped a little, but not in a bad way. It had felt...exciting to call him that.

Aizawa drew you into his lap, and you put your arms around his neck. "Angel," he said, "I would be a liar if I didn't say that hearing you call me 'Master' is"--here he sighed again and you thought you felt something twitch in his lap--"extremely alluring. But, I also know that you had said you weren't 100% comfortable with that title yet. It's been an emotional evening and on nights like this sometimes good girls who just want to make their Sirs happy will push themselves too much and then be scared later because they want to take a step back. I promised to take care of you, sweetheart, so I don't want that to happen. So, you will call me 'Sir' for the next week--that's an order--and at the end of the week we'll have another discussion to see if you're truly comfortable with 'Master.'"

"I understand, Sir. And...thank you for taking care of me."

"I wouldn't be worthy of the honor of hearing 'Master' fall from your sweet lips if I did otherwise, Angel."

All you could do was beam at him and try to hold him as tightly as you could.

"You're so pretty," he said softly. "Why don't you give me a little kiss?"

You felt your face warm up and quietly said, "Yes, Sir," before giving him a peck on the lips.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta

[nanamimizz]

tags: reader is a big cry baby, aizawa and reader are married, gen reader, reader wears mascara, eri is confused and concerned, i need something fluffy after the misery bnha is putting me through rn

synopsis: graduation comes and aizawa is beyond happy.

aizawa shouta laughs when class 1-a graduates.

he’s overjoyed, elated and bursting with pride. he watches them line up in their uniforms, bright eyed and smiling ever after everything that they had gone through. he doesn’t even get a tear out because you’re at his side bawling like a newborn.

your face is in your hands and you’re sniffling loudly, tears making through through the cracks of your fingers. you spent all day getting ready and now you’re face is soaking wet with tears and snot. he hands you the handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and pats your back. eri looks up at you with eyes that filled with more concern than curiosity.

“here, come on they haven’t even gotten their diplomas yet and you’re already crying.” he says, voice softened by affection. you wipe at your face with the soft material, mascara streaks making you look like a raccoon. he bits back a chuckle.

“are you okay?” eri asks from her place at your side, little hands gripping your jacket. you nod your head and take gulps of air. you hiccup and wipe your eyes again.

“i’m-i’m just so h-happy. that they made it.” you look at shouta and he smiles - even with your lip wobbly and your face scrunched up from your happy sobs you still are the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

“they made it shouta.” he blinks back his own tears. the scars still ache but they have healed. his students have bloomed wonderfully, chasing the sun despite the hardships. he glances back at them - he can see midoriya’s nervous face and can hear bakugou’s shouts. iida’s rigid regard for etiquette and todoroki’s monotone voice cutting through. even on a day like today they are still causing a ruckus in there section.

they are his pride and joy.

“yes, they have. they will go only further from here.” he says and if you didn’t know shouta they way you know him, you’d miss the soft crack in his voice. but you know shouta like the palms of your hands and you know there’s a part of him that cracks at the fact that they aren’t his anymore.

“shouta please d-dont cry cuz then i’ll cry-“, you can even finish your sentence before another sob is heaved from your chest. he can’t help but laugh - you’ve never been one to cry in public events, the only time he can remember is your wedding and you had scampered off the altar to cool off before coming back.

“don’t laugh at me!” you almost whine and shouta truthfully can’t help himself but chuckle at your watery expression - you looked like a baby seal on the ice from that documentary you made him watch with you. he wipes your tear tracks and mascara lines, tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“sorry for laughing, it’s just humorous to see you like this. the last i saw you like this is during our wedding.” what he thinks would soothe only make you cry more.

“why would you bring up the happiest day of my life on the 2nd most happiest day of my life when i’m already crying!” whatever you say next is blurred, the film of the memory continuing and aizawa shouta can only think about how happy he is right now, and how happy he will be when he tells hizashi about how you bawled like a baby before the ceremony even started.

#lamb.writes #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #i watched the ep today and i needed to write aizawa at class 1-a’s grad #i wrote this with monty in mind because we r both emo #over this guy and his students

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: If T*mblr flags this chapter, I swear I'm gonna have a stroke. I had a request fill flagged already & I may just have to post it on Ao3. Anyways, stay safe & wear y'all masks cuz the air is trash rn! Also, this isn't proofread so I'm sorry if some of the grammar is shit lmaoo. If you read it on Ao3, it's better -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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FIFTEEN.

Hours into the night, the energy in the club finally dies down and Nemuri is passed out with her head in Mic’s lap and her hair in her mouth. 

“Now she knows not to ever try to drink with Mirko,” you giggle. That bunny girl can drink anyone under the table. You swear that her lungs are made of steel. “You sure she’s gonna be alright?” You worriedly glance up at Mic who has a land on Nemuri’s head, stroking it gently. 

“With me?” Mic chuckles. “She’ll be more than alright! I’ll make sure this beauty makes it back safely.” Nemuri groans softly, earning a quiet laugh from Mic. It is the end of the night for you which is usually signaled by aching feet from dancing and the need for sleep. The club is still jumping, but you’re in need of a hot shower and your soft bed to end the night off strong. 

“You just worry about gettin’ yourself home, okay?” Mic tells you over the music. “I know you’ve got those claws, but still.” He peers at you worriedly from behind his shades that sit perched on his nose. 

You smile at his concern. Always the worried wart, he is. “Don’t worry, Mic; your friend is going with me.” You nod towards the door where Aizawa waits for you, scrolling through his phone and looking incredibly sexy while doing it…or maybe that’s just the alcohol talking. You couldn’t believe it when he offered to walk you back to the dorms when you announced to the group that you were tired and wanted to go home. 

However, not once did you protest or deny his kindness. After being so close to him tonight, you are more than eager to hopefully get closer to him tonight. Even a silent walk side-by-side back to campus will be enough for you tonight. He’s like a drug to you–you just can’t get enough of him. 

Mic looks between Aizawa and you, shocked. “Aizawa’s walking you home?” he asks in complete awe. You slowly nod, wondering what the big deal is. He then cackles, joyfully slapping his knee. “That sly flirt! I knew he was coming out tonight for you!” 

Your heart picks up speed at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. Mic’s joyful smile turns into a secretive smirk, a glint in his eyes. “Ask him,” he chuckles, nodding over at his friend standing patiently by the door. You make a confused scowl at him, wanting to shake the truth out of him. Aizawa couldn’t have possibly came out tonight just for you. It just doesn’t make sense to you in your boozed-out mind, like a purple sky. 

Nemuri groans sleepily from Mic’s lap and her eyes peel open to meet yours. “Hey, honey,” you coo, gently stroking her hair. “Mic’s gonna take you home later, okay? Don’t worry; Shouta is walkin’ me back to the dorms.” 

Nemuri pulls a sour face at this new information. “Tell him if even thinks about hurting you, he’s dead,” she grumbles, abruptly sitting up. “I mean it! I’ll knock his ass out with my quirk, strangle him, hide the body, then…” She pauses, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Too many cocktails,” she groans in anguish before plopping back down onto Mic’s lap. He looks at you with a smile, patting Nemuri’s back. “Get goin’,” he chuckles. 

And so you do. After saying goodbye to the rest of the crew, you walk over as best as you can on tired feet to Aizawa. He immediately pockets his phone and stands at attention when he sees you. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, giving him a smile. “Absolutely.” 

He keeps a hand on your lowerback as you walk out of the club, the feeling of his warm palm making your tail curl excitedly. Once you’re outside in the late-night air, you and Aizwa begin slowly walking in the direction of the UA campus. During the walk, you two don’t talk much, but you don’t have to. The silence is comfortable and peaceful, making you feel content in just feeling his presence next you and sneaking glances at him now and then. 

You enjoyed being with him tonight. He revealed a different side to you that you’ve never seen before–one that is more laidback and carefree than the usual grumpy, standoffish, and sarcastic person you’re so used to. He was extremely protective toward you, always sitting near you or somewhere close by to keep an eye out while you enjoyed yourself. It wasn’t at all overbearing to you. If anything, it was so fucking hot how he refused to keep his guard down around you. 

Even when he was enjoying himself. At one point, he did a shot contest with Mic with some kind of sour mango concoction and Mic nearly passed away on his fourth shot. And then there was that dance…that dance you can’t seem to get out of your mind. The way he held you; twirled you; moved your body this way and that to the music while staring deep into your eyes. You can still smell his cologne on you and feel the warmth of his hips pressed flush against yours. 

Need coils inside of you as you walk beside him, doing your best to calm yourself. You want him. You want him more than anything, and it isn’t just the alcohol talking. You would think tonight would open the door for something new between you; something you may both want. ‘That would mean you’d have to tell him everything,’ a nagging voice in your head hisses. ‘You sure you’re ready for that?’ 

You push the voice away, not wanting to go down the road. Even if something is to happen tonight and you do invite Aizawa into your bed, or vice versa, there is no need for talks of dating or romance. Tonight could just be about the attraction you both feel for one another. That’s it and that’s all. But even as you try to think of tonight going that way, you feel sick. You don’t want to be just a booty call, and you’d be lying if you said you’d be okay with that. 

You want more with Aizawa. You want him now, tomorrow, and longer after that. You don’t care how long it could last. You just want him for the time he’ll allow. But you need to hear that from him. You need to know with unwavering certainty that he wants the same thing as you. These wandering, pestering thoughts finally take the backburner when you arrive at the faculty dorms at UA. Aizawa walks you to your dorm first after telling you he plans to pick Eri up in the morning. “It’s too late,” he explained. “Shinso needs his sleep.” 

When you finally make it to your dorm, you finally break the silence that has now turned awkward without the serenity of nature and the city views keeping you company. You turn to Aizawa, smiling and clutching your purse. “Thanks for walkin’ me home. I would’ve just taken a Lyft.” 

Aizawa shakes his head, standing at a good distance from you. “Nah, I wouldn’t have let you do that. Lyfts are pricey at this time of night, especially on a Friday. Not to mention that I was plannin’ on leavin’ early anyway and we both live in the same building, so…” He pauses, putting a lull in his stream of consciousness spilling from his lips. “I’m rambling,” he sighs, looking absolutely embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red. 

“It’s okay,” you giggle, just as bashful and melting at how damn cute he is. “I appreciate it either way.” You awkwardly toe the floor with your heel as silence falls around you again. You don’t want to go in just yet. You don’t want tonight to end. “I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” you softly confess, peering up at him through your lashes. 

He stares at you in awe as if he can’t believe what he just heard. Then a genuine, soft smile curls at his lips. Those lips you desperately want to feel against yours. “I did, too,” he replies, the warm tone of his voice making your stomach flip. 

For a while, you just stand there in the hall, silent and both burning with questions left not asked. You want to ask him to come in. Or have him ask you to follow him to his dorm. Would he even want either? Would you be okay with that kind of disappointment? Other than arousal, the truth is also burning a hole in your stomach. Maybe you should tell him now while you have liquid confidence and privacy. You can’t keep him in the dark forever. 

Aizawa clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. “Well…I guess I’ll leave you here.” With his hands still in his pockets, he turns and begins to walk away. The truth begins to bubble inside of you, desperate to be released. 

‘Tell him! Tell him now!’

“Shouta,” you say, your heart leaping in your chest. The pro stops and looks at you over his shoulder. Ignoring the way your hands shake gripped around your purse, you swallow your pride.  “Do you wanna come inside?” you ask. Aizawa’s eyes flash with something unreadable, but it’s there. Was he hoping you’d ask him? 

“For some tea maybe?” you softly add, hoping that will make this sound less suggestive. Still, he holds that unreadable expression as he slowly turns towards you. The air has completely changed between you. It’s charged and tense; stiff with desire...at least on your part. “Do you want me to?” he asks, raising a tentative brow. 

“Well, I’m usually very particular about who I let into my private space…” You bend down to take your key from under your welcome mat. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you,” you purr, giving him a smile before unlocking your door. “Come right in.” You open the door wider, revealing your spiffy dorm room that smells of vanilla Yankee Candle spray. You mentally pat yourself on the back for cleaning your dorm before you left tonight. 

Aizawa hums as he steps into the living room, looking around at your little home. “Cute place.” You shut the door and come up next to him, tossing your jacket onto the couch as you do. “By the way, you were wrong about my scratching post bein’ in my office,” you say, nudging him with your hip. “I moved it in here along with my catnip.” 

You nod toward your window overlooking your favorite cherry blossom tree where, sure enough, your scratching post sits along with a plastic ziplock baggie of catnip on the top shelf of your bookcase. A chortle bubbles from Aizawa’s chest, making you laugh along with him. It’s so contagious. “That. Is. Adorable,” he chuckles. “And absolutely hilarious.” 

Glad to have the ice finally melted, you wander into the kitchen. “Take a seat and I’ll get you that tea.” Aizawa does so, taking a seat on your couch as you rummage around in your kitchen preparing tea. Once you get the kettle going, you dig into your box of assorted tea bags for the right one. “Which kind would you like?” you call to him. “I’ve got green, black, oolong, chai…” 

“Black, thanks,” he says. You snort to yourself. Of course, it’d be black. 

After brewing him a mug and fixing yourself some green tea with extra honey, you bring the two mugs over to him on the couch. “Here you go,” you say, holding his mug out for him. As he takes it, your fingers brush against each other, sending your heart into a frenzy. Why the fuck did you think bringing him here was a good idea? 

You have no choice but to sit next to him, noticing how the couch dips slightly because of his weight. You eye him up and down as he silently sips his tea, realizing how tall he actually is. Even sitting down he is still a head taller than you. Your giggle, slightly influenced by the drinks you had earlier, makes him look over at you, a questionable smile on his face. “Sorry; you just look so big sittin’ on my couch. You make my dorm look like a dollhouse.” 

Aizawa smirks into his tea, breaking through that tension more and more. “Sorry about earlier,” he suddenly says. You stare at him, confused. “You know, with that Snapshot guy. I know him, and he just seemed like a douche from where I was standing.” You roll your eyes at the mention of Kenji. “C’mon, he was a nice guy!” you protest. 

“Yeah, just to get in your pants,” he grumbles sarcastically. “Nemuri’s words, not mine. She sent me over there to get him away from you, but the dancing wasn’t a part of it.” Then, just like that, the air begins to change again. It is different and tense with unsaid words, the desire rising in your body with every second you don’t ask him what you’re dying to know. 

Finally sick of waiting, you lower your mug down on the table in front of you and cross your legs to stamp out your arousal. “You know, Mic told me to ask you something,” you blurt. Aizawa’s eyes flicker to yours. “Apparently, he thinks you came out with us tonight just for me.” 

With the question now out in the open, the silence transitions to one of awkwardness again. You laugh to yourself, hoping to ease the tension surrounding you. “He’s just being silly, right?” you awkwardly giggle. 

But Aizawa doesn’t agree or explain himself. He barely even moves. Instead of at you, he stares at his mug and the contents inside of it. You blink at him, confused and a little scared (that damn alcohol!). 

“Shouta?” you squeak. Your ears point backward, unsure of what’s happening and if you should be alert. Did you go too far? Did you anger him? 

Suddenly, he lowers his tea mug next to yours and turns to look at you. As soon as he does, you understand everything that he must have been feeling for you the entire night: desire. It is pure, it is molten, and it is there in his hooded gaze that he pins right on you. You’re speechless, your tongue heavy and mouth dry. His hand sneaks across the couch to meet yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “I’m not good with words as you probably already know,” he breathlessly says, “so if it’s alright with you before the liquor wears off, I’d like to show you. Is that okay?” 

There are so many things you want to say to this man, but the one word that you’re able to choke out is the only one that is clear in your mind that is hazy with need: “Yes.” Instantly, you find yourself wrapped in Aizawa’s arms and his lips are finally, finally, on yours. His lips are soft and plump. You can feel the prickle of his facial hair and taste the faint hints of alcohol and mint gum on his tongue. Unable to stop yourself, you moan into the kiss and press a hand to his cheek, feeling his soft skin and beard against your fingertips. 

Aizawa snakes a hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head as his lips dance with yours. It feels so, so good. Better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you have dreamed of kissing him many, many times. You want to moan more into his mouth. You want to whimper; beg; scream for him. You want to let him know how desperate you’ve been for him. How touch starved you are for only his hands and skin. 

You get the green light to do so when he suddenly pulls away from you to soft whisper through heavy pants, “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for months.” He sounds just as hoarse with need as you feel. Overwhelmed with joy and arousal, you press your other hand to his face and bring him in for more heated kisses. “M-Me too,” you breathlessly stutter against his plump lips. “Kiss me more, Shouta. Show me that you feel the same that I do for you.” 

And he does. After gaining your permission, Aizawa lets out a throaty groan as he snakes his big, muscled arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You giggle through the kiss, even more turned on at his strength and ability to switch from soft to rough at the drop of a hat. You are now pressed flush against him with one leg thrown over his lap. If you are to shift just a little bit, you’d be sitting in his lap. Aizawa’s hands drift down to your hips to cup your ass but he doesn’t fondle or squeeze it like you want him to. 

He pulls away, his charcoal eyes concerned. “Is this okay?” he whispers. “We can do whatever you wanna do. I don’t care; just as long as I get to keep you here like this.” He hugs you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your jawline. You smile at him, filled with happiness and feeling hot all over. “And you say you’re not good with words,” you purr before diving in for another kiss, slipping some tongue between. 

Aizawa moans in surprise at your boldness but isn’t displeased either. You can tell by how he eagerly begins to swirl his tongue with yours, chasing and dancing with it. The wet sounds your lips and tongue as you continue to kiss makes your panties wetter. You need more of this. More of him. So after pulling away, you take the initiative and slowly climb into his lap, straddling him. You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing against you from inside his pants. 

Aizawa stares up at you, lips parted and eyes hooded. He wants you. That much is clear from his molten-hot look as if his bulge doesn’t tell you anything. “I know we don’t know each other all that well,” he huskily says, “but I’d be lying if I said wasn’t extremely attracted to you.” He grips your ass in his hands, making you softly moan and your tail curl in pleasure. “So if you don’t want somethin’ to happen tonight, you’d better tell me now.” 

He sounds so sure that there’s a possibility that you don’t want anything to transpire between you two tonight. Does he see how hot you’re making him? Do you need to show him? Obviously, you do, so you take his hand from your ass and slide it underneath your dress to press against your panties. “Shit,” Aizawa hisses at the feeling of the wet fabric. His fingers begin to slide against your panties without your assistance, rubbing against your sensitive clit. 

“Does that answer your question?” you softly moan, shamelessly grinding into his hand. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. “We can get to all of that ‘getting to know you’ stuff on a second date…‘cause I want that second date.” Aizawa chuckles at your answer, the soft sound making your pussy pulse against his fingers, and he presses another passionate kiss to your lips. Christ, can he just fuck you already? You can feel the cat inside of you growing impatient as her heat increases, desperate for something. 

Aizawa must sense it too because he asks you, “Bedroom?” while still peppering your mouth in kisses. You make a noise of protest and pull away, vigorously shaking your head. “No,” you whimper. “Right here is good for me.” He looks unsure of this, but any protest or argument you stop when you nibble on his bottom lip, gently pulling the flesh between your teeth and letting it pop back into place. “I don’t care where we are,” you whisper. “I just want you.” 

A noise similar to a gasp leaves Aizawa’s lips as he devours your mouth again, his hands moving along your back and ass, squeezing to his delight. “Grind into me,” he growls. “I know you want to.” And so you do. You begin to grind your hips down into his bulge, your fabric-covered pussy gliding across his hardened dick in his jeans. You’re practically teeming with need at this point, especially when you feel his hand brush against the base of your tail. 

He immediately moves it as soon as he touches it but you’re not letting that slide. “You wanna touch it?” you breathlessly ask. “You can if you want. My ears too.” You hope he sees the need in your eyes as you stare into his. ‘Please!’ they beg. ‘Please touch me, for fuck’s sake!’ He seems to take the hint though because his hand moves back to your tail, his skin brushing at the soft fur. “J-Just be gentle,” you plead. “They’re a bit sensitive.” 

Aizawa moves his lips across your neck and jawline, peppering them in intoxicating kisses. “Tell me how to touch you,” he murmurs to you. You can barely speak as you shift in his lap, arching your ass up a bit to meet his hand. “Start lightly stroking my tail with your index and middle finger. You can do the same with my ear.” 

He nods and does so, taking his index and middle fingers to your tail where he begins to lightly stroke it up and down. Your mouth opens agape as pleasure zings through your entire body, starting at your tail. With his other hand, Aizawa begins to lightly pet one of your ears, paying attention to your body language and reactions as he does. You’re in pure heaven right now. His hands feel so good that the pleasure they emit should be illegal. “Ohhh, that’s good,” you moan, unable to hide the pleasure you’re feeling right now. 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks you, his voice in your ear making your clit jump excitedly. “You like that, kitty?” As soon as the pet name leaves his lips, he swears and your ears perk up at the new, foreign word. “I’m sorry. That just slipped out.” He looks sheepish, still slowly stroking your tail and ear. 

The nickname brings something out of you: the desire to be that “kitty” for him. To want to submit to whatever he wants. It shocks you but it also excites you. “Don’t apologize,” you giggle. “I like it.” And you do. You fucking love it. You place your hands against the hard plains of his chest, wanting to feel him. “Could you call me that again?” you pleadingly ask, hands stroking up and down his chest, indulging in the hard pecs beneath his shirt. A twinkle appears in Aizawa’s dark eyes and his hand moves away from your tail to squeeze one of your ass cheeks. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want,” he softly growls. “Just keep touchin’ me.” 

You’re happy to oblige. You’re even happier to make your touch more direct. You slip your hands underneath his shirt to press your palms to his warm skin and hard pecs. You can feel his heart hammering against your hands, making you realize how excited he is for you. It makes you even wetter than you already are. You lean in, pressing your lips to his pouty ones. “You’re wearin’ too much,” you purr against his lips. “I am, too.” 

With a heart-stopping smile, Aizawa helps you down off of his lap and proceeds to help you undress him. You’re only able to get his top off because his hands are already grappling for the zipper to Nemuri’s dress. He pulls it down in one swift motion and the piece of clothing comes tumbling off of your body to reveal your lace bra and panty set. Aizawa’s eyes widen an inch. “Jesus,” he exhales, drinking in your naked form. “If you would’ve gone home with Snapshot, I would’ve pulled up and strangled him.” The sudden brashness of his comment makes you laugh hysterically, the awkwardness of being semi-naked in front of your crush melting away. 

He pulls you to him so you’re standing between his thighs and he sits up straighter so his face is eye-level to your breasts. He doesn’t hesitate to pull down the bra straps on your shoulders, causing the cups to your bra to slowly slide down your stomach and reveal your naked breasts and hardened, brown nipples to him. 

His fingers brush against the sides of your breasts, emitting a soft moan from your lips. He takes one hand away and replaces it with his lips, softly sucking and nibbling at the tight nipple. 

Your mouth falls open and your hands move to his head, caressing and running through his soft, black locks. The sounds coming from you–so eager and desperate–egg him on, leading him to pinch your nipple with his other hand. A spark of pleasure shoots through you, making your panties sodden wet with your arousal. His mouth and hand switch positions, his lips now latched on the nipple he was tweaking with his fingers before. 

You grip his shoulders, your claws threatening to jut out and sink into his skin from the sheer pleasure. His mouth and fingers just feel so good! Your pussy throbs and gushes in your panties, wanting to receive the same treatment. “Shouta,” you softly moan. His lips make a suckling sound as he continues to suck softly on your nipple, his tongue swirling around and around the hardened peak. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums in acknowledgement. 

You pull yourself away, causing him to stare up at you in confusion. “Touch me,” you plea. “Right here.” You take his hand and press it between your quivering inner thighs, right up against your mount. A wolfish grin appears on Aizawa’s lips as he stands, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “I can do more than that, kitty,” he responds, his voice but a low whisper that makes your pussy gush into your panties. “Sit here and just relax.” 

You do as you’re told, sitting down on your couch and lying back against one of the pillows. Aizawa stands before you, looking like a piece of art in the moonlight that cuts through your window as if he was carved from stone and sculpted like one of those naked renaissance era sculptures. His muscles ripple as he kneels down, his eyes still on yours, and pries your thighs apart with his big hands. He leans in and first begins to kiss your panty line, his lips giving the thin fabric open-mouthed kisses. Every time he does so, his nose nudges against your clit which sends sparks coursing through your body. 

You don’t need to beg him to take your underwear off. After a few short kisses, Aizawa loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and, with your help, takes them down your legs to expose your wet, glistening cunt to him. He verbally swears, his gaze growing darker and more lustful as he gazes at your sex like it’s a piece of the finest dessert. “S-Shouta,” you softly stammer but you can’t say much when he leans in and proceeds to dive straight into your pussy. 

You thought Aizawa was a great kisser but he’s even better at eating pussy. His mouth alternates between using his lips to suckle gently on your pussy lips and clit to using his tongue to slowly flick the inside of your walls. He takes his time, his movements deliberate and methodical, taking each moment to draw a moan or a whimper out of you. You’re losing it. You toss your head back against the pillow and grip the couch, your claws jutting out and digging into the couch’s fabric. “Oh, God, Shouta!” you shout to the ceiling. How the fuck is he this good with his mouth? 

Aizawa looks up at you, his eyes shining from between the V of your inner thighs. “I want your hands on me and nowhere else,” he demands, his voice like a vice to you. “Touch me, kitty.” Quickly retracting your claws, you do as he says and grip his shoulders as he keeps his hands firmly placed on your inner thighs, pinning them to the couch. Such strength. Such dominance. 

‘Control yourself,’ you think, forcing yourself to keep your claws in. The last thing you need is Aizawa catching you and asking about them since you told him don’t have any. But fuck, is it hard, especially when he swirls his tongue around your clit and dips into your little wet hole to pay attention to you there. He slurps up every ounce of you, not leaving a single drop to waste. 

You hope he’ll be able to handle it when you cum because you can already feel it rising. That chord in your core is about to snap with how soft his lips are and the way his nose constantly keeps nudging against your sensitive little button. “Shouta,” you moan in a warning. “I-I’m gonna–” 

“I can feel it,” he groans into your pussy, still lapping away. “Cum on my face, kitty. I wanna taste all of you.” He grips your thighs and moves his jaw faster, coaxing you further toward that edge, his tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit. “Cum for me,” he demands. “Don’t fuckin’ hold back.” 

And you don’t. The strength in his hands pinning your thighs open and his wondrous mouth push you over the edge. You begin to grind your hips into Aizawa’s mouth, chasing that orgasm like a high. Finally, with a mewl-like moan and your eyes screwed tight, you burst all over Aizawa’s mouth and the couch cushion beneath you. Your orgasm crashes into your body, making it shiver and shudder with aftershocks as Aizawa continues to softly lap at your pussy. He groans appreciatively at your taste, eating you up like an hungered animal. Your mind is hazy and your body feels as light as a feather as you begin to come down from your high. It is by far the best orgasm you’ve had. 

Finally, once he’s sure you’re cleaned up and way too sensitive for more, Aizawa removes himself from between your thighs. His chin and mouth are shiny with your cum and his saliva, the sight making your overly-sensitive pussy twitch excitedly. “Mmm,” he hums, licking his plump, pink lips free of your juices. “I was right: you taste absolutely delicious.” 

You sit up on your elbows and take every inch of him in. Seeing his abs and pecs glistening in the moonlight, the lust in his eyes, and the hardening bulge in his jeans from pleasing you transform you into someone else entirely. All of that shy shit goes out the window. You want him and you want him now. 

“I still need my taste test,” you boldly say, quickly moving off of the couch. He watches you, confused, until you give him a look that has him sitting back down on your couch. Though he is taken aback by your boldness, you can tell you have him right where you want him when his hard cock begins to twitch in his jeans. 

You find yourself salivating for a lick. You gently push him back against the couch with your hand, giving him a sexy smile that curls onto your lips. “Just relax,” you purr, lowering to your knees between his muscular thighs you just can’t help but stroke and kneed. He moans at your touch, his cock twitching impatiently. You work quickly with his belt and zipper, having both loosened and unzipped as fast as a wink. Aizawa chuckles at your impatience but he is just as eager when he helps you take his pants and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs. 

Your eyes leave his only for a moment to revel in the gorgeous dick in front of your face that has haunted your dreams for weeks now: thick; veiny; curved upward and dripping with precum from the pink, bulbous head. The gorgeous shaft protrudes from a patch of trimmed, black locks that trail up to a delicious-looking happy trail and a V-line. He has quite the dick, and it’s all yours for tonight. He makes that very clear to you when his eyes demand yours to look at him. “I’m all yours,” he breathlessly says. “Take what you want from me, baby.” 

And you do. With a fire igniting inside of you, you wrap a hand around the base of his dick, biting your lip at the fact that you can barely fit it all in your hand. You start by spitting a copious amount of spit onto his cock and stroke it up and down his shaft, making him shine with your saliva. Aizawa groans softly at the feeling of your tiny, soft hand wrapped around him, his head tilted back and eyes closed. You love seeing him so relaxed. You want to give him more of this feeling because he deserves it. 

After lubing him up, you lean in and press small kisses along the head of his dick, throwing some kitten licks in the mix. He loves that. His toes curl and his hands clench at his sides as more porn-worthy sounds drift from between his lips. After gaining enough courage, you finally open your mouth wide to accommodate to his size and take him into your mouth. “Fuck!” he grunts as soon as your lips and tongue make contact with his dick. You begin to bob your head up and down along his dick, sliding him in and out of your mouth. You stroke in time with what you can’t gobble down, making sure to keep a secure grip along his slick, wet cock. 

He tastes good. He smells good. He feels good. He sounds good. All of your senses are completely taken over by him as you suck and gag on his dick, hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat to take him deeper. “Such a good girl,” he groans, one hand curling in your hair. “Takin’ me so deep. Such a good kitty.” 

His lewd words encourage you to take him deeper, so much that you start gagging because of how thick he is. He practically fills your throat, making you nearly choke on it. But you never give up or stop. You’ll be damned if the first blowjob you give him is the worst one he’s had. You take things slow, allowing yourself time to get used to his size as you slide your head up and down, up and down, along his dick. His moans get louder, his grip tighter on your hair as you gag on his dick like no one’s business. Saliva drips from your mouth down his heavy balls, and you find yourself wanting to suck on those too. 

“Stop,” he suddenly groans, attempting to pull your head off of him. “Stop, kitty, or I’ll cum.” You pop your mouth off of him with a wet pop and glance up at him. “You don’t want to?” you timidly ask, confused. Doesn’t he want to cum deep down your throat? You know you want him to. You want to taste every creamy ounce of his cum in your mouth. 

“Of course, I do,” he growls, looking down at you with the most intense stare you’ve ever witnessed. “But that can come later if you still want it.” He takes your hands into his and coaxes you to stand before bringing you over to stand between his open thighs. “If I’m gonna cum for the first time with you, I wanna be inside you first…if that’s what you want.” 

You blink down at him, baffled as to how the fuck you managed to get him. Is that what you want? Does a bear shit in the forest? “Hell yes, that’s what I want,” you practically gasp before grabbing his face and pressing a passionate, wet kiss to his mouth that he absolutely appreciates judging by his dick twitching against your thigh. 

“Bedroom?” he mumbles against your lips. You moan in protest before pulling away to stare into his eyes. “No,” you answer. “Just do me right here.” The smile that curls onto Aizawa’s lips could make even the most uptight woman’s panties drop in a flash. 

Speaking of in a flash, he has you on your back and underneath him as soon as you tell him you want to get fucked into your couch by him. You squeal, giggling as he scrambles on top of you and yanks you closer by your legs. ‘Godddamn,’ you think in awe. He’s just so strong and attentive and everything you want in a man. At this rate, you’ll cum again before he’s even inside of you. 

“You got a condom on you by any chance?” he asks as he kisses down your stomach. “I don’t have one.” He flushes as he says this, a nervous look in his eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” You don’t know how long ‘a while’ is, but you could care less when you’re the first girl he’s had sex with in a hot minute. 

“Me too,” you softly say, running a hand through his soft, black locks. A small, happy smile stretches across his handsome face, making your pussy gush. He’s just so damn pretty. “I’m on the pill though, so don’t worry.” 

“I’m gonna worry anyway,” he murmurs as he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “‘Cause I want you to feel good when I do this.” He takes his cock in his hand and proceeds to stroke it up and down your pussy, so tantalizingly slow that you can feel yourself losing every single strand of your composure that is left.

“Can you do that for me, kitty?” he asks. You whimper, beginning to lift your hips to take him in but he isn’t having that. He takes his dick and slaps it against your clit, emitting a whine from you. “Answer me,” he softly demands. 

“Yes!” you whine loudly. “Yes, I’ll do anything, Sho! Just please fuck me already!” Aizawa grins down at you, happy by your answer and your eagerness. “Such a good kitty,” he chuckles. “Well, if you insist…” He then takes his dick in his large hand, lines it up with your entrance, and slowly juts his hips forward, sinking his tip into you first. 

Though it’s just the tip, you feel a stretch and a slight sting that comes with it. You’re glad he gave you that first orgasm because the man is thick. You gasp as soon as he’s in you, gripping his shoulders. He looks down at you, alarmed. “You okay?” he murmurs. “Is it too much?” 

“N-No,” you softly stammer, shifting your hips. “Just need a minute to adjust. You’re kinda big.” He chuckles at the compliment, earning a smack on his shoulder. He patiently waits for you to adjust, rubbing small circles over your clit that definitely help. After a few moments of deep breathing and clit stroking, you give him a nod and a reassuring smile. “Okay,” you whisper. “You can move.” 

Aizawa looks uncertain but does so anyway, moving inch by inch inside of you and out again. He repeats his process with every new part of his shaft that slides inside of you, emitting gasps and whimpers from you. He continues to rub your clit with his thumb and fingers, switching between each every time his hips grind against yours. With every pulse of pleasure that his ministrations give you, your pussy adapts more to his cock, stretching to accommodate his length. 

“You feel so good, kitty,” he groans, his black locks hanging in your face. “So damn good…” Every muscle in his body tense. He’s holding back for you, trying not to rail you into the couch. You can feel it in his shoulders. You press a hand to his handsome face, clammy with sweat, and coax his eyes to meet yours. “It’s okay,” you whisper to him. “You feel good too.” 

You lift your hips to meet his, emitting a luscious moan from him. “Fuck me, Shouta,” you murmur. That’s all it takes for Aizawa to lose all composure. When you lower your hips to the couch, he takes one of your legs and tosses it over his broad shoulder. The new position causes his cock to sink deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp and clench the pillow beneath you for dear life. He’s so, so deep! You can feel all of him stretching you out and stroking your pussy walls that clench and pulse around him. 

“Oh, my God!” you shout, unable to hold yourself back, especially when Aizawa begins to rock his hips into you. He smiles down at you, his pearly whites glittering and strands of his messy, black hair falling loosely around his head. “That’s it, kitty,” he encourages you, still flicking your clit. “Lemme hear you. Lemme hear how good this dick is makin’ you feel.” 

His words only make your pussy clench and gush even more, causing him to groan and roll his hips a little faster. It’s enough to make your titties jiggle and your breath come out in desperate, urgent huffs as he fucks you into his couch. Your eyes shut at the feeling of him stroking your pussy walls, filling you up to the brim with himself. He feels better than you ever could’ve dreamed. “Look at me,” he demands, a growl in his voice. “Look at me while I fuck you.” 

You do as you’re told, your eyes little slits due to the sheer pleasure. But when he suddenly shifts his hips and hits your G-spot, your mouth falls open on a gasp and your eyes widen, blown from the ecstasy. Aizawa’s eyebrows knit together slightly and he stares down at you in a way that makes you feel insecure. Does he not like how you look? “What?” you breathlessly ask, confused as to why he’s looking at you like that. “What’s wrong?” 

He begins to slow down his thrusts though still rocks against you, strokign your clit every single time. “Your eyes…” He trails off, still staring at you as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your heart begins to thump, anxious. “They what?” you timidly ask. 

He pauses, blinking rapidly, his mouth hanging on unspoken words. Finally, he presses a kiss to your foot. “Nothing,” he assures you, stroking your thigh. “Nothing, baby. You just look so pretty right now, I almost don’t wanna flip you over.” 

He takes your leg off of his shoulder to avoid hurting you and leans down to peck you on your lips. “I wanted to stroke that cute lil’ tail while I make you cum,” he murmurs teasingly, his cock still pulsing inside of you. You nearly cum right there from his words. 

Quickly, you nod your head, agreeing to his nasty little desire. He slides his cock, wet with your juices, out of you only to slide it back in when you turn around on all fours, ass and tail on full display for him. When he bottoms out inside of you and begins to roll his hips, you swear you see stars. Everytime he thrusts, his cock strokes your inner walls so nicely and his balls hit your sensitive clit that is nearly reaching her breaking point. 

You can’t help it: your mouth falls open and your tongue hangs out from the pleasure. It’s almost too much for you, especially when Aizawa’s begins to stroke your tail from base to tip. “I see that tongue, kitty,” he chuckles. “C’mere…let me taste it.” With a mewl of pleasure, you turn your head to meet his and his mouth envelopes yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. Tongues swirl, moans travel from one mouth to the other, and his hips continue to bump against your ass again, and again, and again. 

He gradually gets faster, so much so that the couch begins moving and your ass bounces against his lower stomach. You’re a moaning, gasping mess, gripping the cushion below you. Your arms turn to jelly and you find yourself planting your face in the couch while your ass stays up, getting gripped and massaged by Aizawa’s big hands. You can feel your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching, your pussy clenching and your clit swelling every time Aizawa works both. 

“Shouta,” you whine. “I’m close! S-so close!” He grips your ass harder, no doubt leaving handprint marks, and rocks his hips a little faster, coaxing your pussy to explode all over him. “Go ahead,” he grunts. “I’m close too. Please cum with me, kitty! Don’t hold back!” 

You grip the couch and let the motions take you, falling farther and farther into the sea of bliss Aizawa drags you under. You can feel his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you, warning you of his oncoming orgasm. You desperately toss your ass back into him, meeting his desperate thrusts, and bringing you both to an orgasm that knocks the shit out of you. When you cum, you cum with a high-pitched moan and a string of swears that would make even a sailor blush. The fur on your ears and tail stand on end as pleasure courses through your entire body, even in your fingertips and toes. 

“Fuck, kitty!” Aizawa groans, his hips stuttering slightly as he cums inside of you. He grips your hips for dear life as he pauses, letting out a long, loud moan that would no doubt have the neighbors calling the cops. You feel his cum stream inside of your cunt, filling you to the brim. You do nothing but gasp at the feeling, especially when his nut begins to drip down your inner thighs. 

But he doesn’t stop there. He continues to slowly roll his hips, stroking your pussy walls and coaxing out the rest of your orgasm until you’re moaning in protest. Your pussy does the same, pulsing and throbbing around Aizawa, begging him to stop. With a soft moan, he slowly slides out of you, causing the rest of his cum to drip down your thighs. You softly whine at the loss of him. He then presses a kiss to your back and coaxes you to lay down on your side on the couch. 

You do so, your body exhausted and limbs feeling like jelly. You feel Aizawa position himself behind you, one arm snaking around your midsection and stroking your skin. You smile tiredly at his touch, your orgasm sedating you. “Oh, my God,” you softly sigh. “That was…that was…oh, my God.” 

Aizawa chuckles softly behind you. “Glad I left you speechless,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “It was amazing for me, too. I’ve wanted to do that for you for months.” Your ears perk up at his confession. Slowly, you turn around to face him and sit up on your elbows. “How come you never said anything?” you softly ask, peering down at him. 

He stares up at you, his eyes soft and soft, black hair a mess. You reach down to run your hands through it. “Didn’t know how you’d react,” he mumbles, shrugging. “Plus, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to be the partner for you that you deserve with me bein’ a dad and all. And there’s other stuff…” He adverts his gaze from yours, alluding to some secrets he’s keeping, but you don’t push it. You don’t even ask. After all, you have your secrets too. 

His eyes flick back to yours, serious and so vulnerable that it leaves your speechless. “Sure you can handle someone like me?” he asks, sounding so sure that you’ll refuse or even reject him. The fact breaks your heart. Does he realize how long you’ve wanted him? Does he understand how much you’ve craved him? 

Slowly, you lean down to show him these emotions by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You then lean up an inch and suck on his bottom lip, emitting a gasp from him, before moving to nuzzle his neck. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” you purr. “I like it rough.” Aizawa groans as your lips make contact with the sweet spot on his neck. “So you’ve shown me,” he chuckles, his hand moving to grab a handful of your asscheek. “Wonder what else you can handle.” 

He suddenly lifts himself up on his powerful arms and tosses your legs apart. “Maybe this?” he teasingly asks before pressing a kiss against your overly-sensitive clit. You gasp at the feeling, your back arching. “Or this?” His tongue juts out to slowly swirl around your clit and along your pussy lips, his tongue making lewd, wet sounds in the process. 

You grip his hair, your body shaking at his evil work. “S-Shouta, please,” you whimper. “I’m sensitive!” 

Aizawa just chuckles, moving his lips away to allow his finger to stroke down your lips. “Thought you said you could handle it, kitty,” he softly growls from between your inner thighs. “Should we find out with a second round?” He peeks from between the V of your thighs, his dark eyes glinting with heated promises. 

Two rounds turns into about five. 

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You awaken hours later to the blaring sound of police sirens outside your window. 

Your eyes peel open as soon as you hear the sound of them and your heart begins to beat in anticipation against your ribcage. You’re staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your bedroom, but you’re not alone. That you know for sure, and you welcome it. 

You turn to your right side, finding a sleeping and very naked Aizawa sleeping peacefully on his back. His broad chest, sinewy with hair, rises and falls with every calm inhale and exhale as he sleeps next to you. The sheets are low on his hips, giving you a peek of the well-defined and yummy V-neck that trails down to a place you could spend the rest of your life in. 

You twist around to stare at him, your eyes making note of each beautiful imperfection on his face and body–the small scar under his eye shaped like a moon crescent; the dark circles under his eyesockets that seem indented there; the messiness of his hair because he forgot to tie it up; the ghosts of bruises and scars surrounding his skin and during across his muscles from years of fighting. He is quite beautiful. And he is yours…at least for the time being. 

The police sirens get louder, causing your ears to perk up straight on your head at the blaring sound traveling through your open window. The spring air wafts through, causing the drapes to billow in the warm breeze. Slowly, you get out of bed, careful to not wake Aizawa, and tip-toe across the floor to your open window. You peek out of it to find the police car zooming by, its siren wailing in the quiet night. 

‘Follow them,’ your body tells you as it gravitates towards the window. ‘They could need you.’

Despite the fact that you’re completely naked, you know you could shift into cat form right now and pick up your hero gear before following the police car with the crime tracking app on your phone. The urge to do so is strong, filling your entire body with shivers. 

A soft sigh comes from your bed and you abruptly turn, your heart lurching into your throat. Aizawa is still asleep but is turned onto his side, his back to you. You can now see every ripple of his back muscles and the dip into his hips that you remember digging your nails into hours before. 

Your excitement for the hunt for crime is suddenly dampened by an astronomical amount of guilt. Here you are, ready to leave the same man you’ve been pining after for months when he’s finally in your bed, all for some ass-kicking. You’re not even a real hero! You have no license, no credentials, and no resume to prove your skills in fighting villains. The truth sinks in, leaving you feeling quite shitty. What are you thinking? 

‘The police are taking care of it,’ you think, trying to assure yourself that you’re not needed. ‘You don’t need to be out there tonight. You’re needed here.’ 

Before you could change your mind, you quickly leave your window and head back over to the bed. You climb back in and snuggle underneath the sheets, curling up against Aizawa’s bigger, stronger body. You softly sigh as your head lulls against his chest and you press a kiss to his collarbone. He feels so good. So safe. His body warmth feels like a constant to you, and it helps you fall back asleep. 

But even as you slowly fall back into your dreams, the sound of the police sirens in the distance brings with it a flare of guilt that eats you up inside. 

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

[thebnha-auhoard]

Ask game for each mods Favorite AU's!

HEY HEY YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Mod Asphodel here! And my fave au rn is Cyberbites! (Look out for the Traditional esque Zine soon!)

1• Neito found out that he SemiPerma copies Quirks via Blood through accidentally drinking Himiko's Thermos. But he needs a fixed diet from people so he doesn't get overwhelmed

2• First time Izuku saw Shigaraki he actually had his costume on. Shigaraki sees this Spiked Leather bound kid crack his knuckles and grab a Red oak Bo Staff. Later along with the gun wounds he nurses a broken jaw and a new scar on his face from the nasty lil green punk.

3• Izuku has chains on his Hero outfit, They work extremely well as Capture Weapons.

4• Mr Compress and Twice are absolutely Terrified of Izuku after the Yakuza Arc

5• Dabi has a YouTube channel that actually pretty popular where he dances. Mina is a *Massive* Fan and Squealed when he showed up at dorms as the Midoriya Bodyguard

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Borealll here, my fav au humm, i adore bav au but! my favorite to gnaw on is Black Nightshade au! so...

One, it is very clear that the second pair of arms Izuku posses is stapled into him, specially since the skin tone have a contrast between the arms and his own face.

Two, here, it is an unfortunate necessary step for the subject to die for the noumu process to take hold, and it is fortunate that the non-sentient don't remember such great pain.

Three, Bakugou still have gone overboard in the exercise of heroics, rumour has it there was even an expulsion involved.

Four, Incredible as that may sound, Afo has no idea of things brewing under Izuku mind and that things might connect them even more...

Five, Toshinori is a bit touch starved, and also gives the best fucking hugs, it does not compare, he is warm and soft of course they are the best, and of course few people right now know that.

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Hi it’s Kiwi. Don’t have a favorite au really but the one I have the most brain worms about right now is the Pokémon au so let’s talk about that! (Also if you guess an OFA User’s Pokémon for their gym in the ask I’ll give 5 more headcanons)

1. Izuku and Bakugou’s starters are Larvesta and Buneary respectively. Larvesta was a gift from Izuku’s dad because Hisashi knows that Izuku will become an menace and get bored eventually if he gets a regular starter. Buneary was just found near Yagi’s lab trying to fight the man’s Pokemon and Bakugou pointed at it and says he wants that one as his starter and then caught it.

2. Aizawa is the Ghost Type Gym Leader. He does not advertise this and the only person who really knows this is Shinsou. Lovely surprise for the kids when he gets “kidnapped” by his Drifblim in the Ghost Type Gym.

3. Kaminari and Dabi had Rotom phones before said Rotom just turned into a regular on their team. Kaminari’s is called Nokia and both of them have the lovely habit of having 999 tabs open at all times and are dorks. Dabi’s is called Budget and blew up his phone when it decided they want to battle now and keeps on insulting Dabi and blowing up all phones he tries to get Budget in.

4. Hagakure, Ashido, and Aoyama are going on their Pokémon journey to complete Pokémon Contests across the region. They all give each other tips and try to be the best Contest Performer they can be.

5. The Elemental Plates to summon Arceus are with all the Gym Leaders of their respective type. They are all kept in separate places and more often than not the Gym Leaders don’t have it on them. This makes the fact that 7 gym leaders got kidnapped a lot more concerning.

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anterior! umm as of right now my favorite au is either WitS(Wonder in the Stars) or TLVC(Tanuki Leaves and Violet Clouds) but ive already done one of these for WitS so TLVC it is!

-sako has this habit of spinning his cane around like one spins and umbrella, oboro thinks its really cool but sako barely realizes he's doing it

-oboro has two cats one orange cat named sushi and one black cat named coal, if coal and sako were to ever meet coal would try to lay on his cape no matter how many times sako tells her not to

-shouta and hizashi are sick and tired of hearing oboro go on and on about how cool he thinks tanuki is, but they let him because well its really really funny to see people who dont know about oboro's "obsession" with tanuki walk up to them and ask what they're talking about

-sako has shelves of glass jars that are just full of nomu's that he's marbled, the jars are like mason jars and thus aren't huge but hes got like multiple shevles of nomu jars, everyday he thinks about getting rid of them and every day he reminds himself that if he does they'll cause way more problems(he wants to get rid of them, so so badly)

-shouta has nightmares about oboro never being saved from that nomu lab

and this headcanon applies to sako in bout all our aus

-sako really likes oreos, he has like a pack of them in a marble to carry around so he can share with people he befriends

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia au #boku no hero academia au #cyberbites au #black nightshade #pokemon au #tanuki leaves and violet clouds #mod anterior #mod kiwi #mod asphodel #mod boreal

[justagirlwhowritess]

This was asked for, I hope I did him justice, it was too long for tumblr, i got a little carried away but here's a snippet. Idk why soft mha as dads is ruining my life rn.

Pairing: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluffy/ a little sad

Warnings: Season 6 of the Anime Spoilers, slight mention of insecurities.

Additional Notes: N/A “He’s married?? But he’s sooo loud! His poor wife” you heard two girls in the hallway start giggling while they were talking about what you could only assume was your husband, pro hero and teacher who went by Present Mic. You worked for the biggest support company in Japan as one of the lead designers, always on the forefront of new hero technology. When it came to Hizashi, however, you met him during your time at UA. You adjusted your daughter on your hip as you continued to move down the hallway to Hizashi’s classroom. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Aizawa asked, looking at you confused. “Shouta, lovely to see you. Hizashi asked me to come, and said something was happening and I needed to bring Kiki with me.” you told him truthfully. A scowl was now present on his face. Hizashi didn’t go into detail but you could sense his worry. The way he cared for you was unmatched. “Oh. That. Yeah, it’s probably going to be better coming from him." His words struck you as odd. “What does that mean?” you asked, tightening your grip on Kiki. “Danger is coming. Things are starting to get bad.” your eyes widen. Hairs start to stand on the back of your neck as you think about what he could possibly mean. “You should talk to him.” Aizawa states. “Talk to who about what?” you feel relieved at hearing Hizashi come up beside you. “Just the man I was looking for.” You hummed. His eyes perk up as he turns to you. “Oh really, for what?” he smirks. You laugh and hand him your restless child. “She has been driving me crazy, your turn. Also you asked me to come.” You spoke as he took his tired child in his arms. “Dada” she mumbled quietly as he got her situated. “Yeah, come on.” he mumbled, placing a hand on your back leading you to his now empty classroom. The kids must be at lunch, you think to yourself as you sit on the corner of his desk. “So, what is it?” you asked, trying not to grow impatient, today was your day off and you didn’t really want to spend it at UA. too many not so great memories. “You know the villain presence is getting stronger since the situation with all might. The liberation front is beginning to cause chaos. Nezu has decided to open the campus as a shelter. It will be safer for you and Kiki to stay here.” His words shook you to your core. You didn’t want to live here, even if it was temporary. “Hizashi I-I don’t want to stay here.” you told him as you rubbed your arm. He sighs. “Y/n don’t do this. You know this place is a fortress. You both will be safe here. If anything happens to either of you because of this I will never forgive myself.” You know he’s telling you the truth. You take your face in your hands and rub it lightly. “When?” you asked. “Tonight preferably.” his response elicits a groan from you. “How long have you known about this?” You asked, growing annoyed. “A few weeks.” He admitted. You cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you wait to tell me?” He sighs “Because you were so busy, and I didn’t think things were going to get this bad.” He shifts slightly, your daughter now asleep in his hold. “How bad have they gotten?” you ask cautiously. He wasn’t a private person, at least not with you. You watched the news, more so recently, but with how the media is you know there are things they are hiding. You know a lot about his students, Aizawa’s, even helped Mae Hatsume tweak some of her work for class 1-A. She is a brilliant child and you were trying to convince your company to snag her once she was closer to graduating. “Midoriya left, the kids want to go after him.” He admits. Your eyes widen “Wh-what? There are children fighting in this war?” You felt tears well in your eyes, you became slightly softer after the birth of Kiki, imagining children in this scenario would rattle even the strongest of wills. “Y/n, please, I am begging you, you need to be here.” He redirects the conversation back. “Fine. Gonna have to let my job know I'll be remote for a while. UA is a decent hike.”

The rest is on my A03! Link attached :D.

#mha x reader #mha imagines #yamada hizashi #bnha imagines #present mic #yamada hizashi x reader

[boycow69]

can i just talk for a minute about this stupid fucking crackship that has me by my SPINAL CORD bc i cant talk to my irls about this cuz they wouldnt get it.

so. the ship is ectoplasm/snipe and like i found it in a chatfic and it somehow??? wormed its way??? into my brain??? and settled down??? (bitch dont even pay rent ://) i literally have not been able to think about anything but Them for literal DAYS now. i don’t have the motivation to write anything about them but mildly coherent rants (like this one) and rn im just trying to get my thoughts in order.

and like if you think about it its actually really fucking sweet? as a ship? like snipe from what we’ve been shown is literally just Southern Charm + Cowboy and ectoplasm is the Actually Very Dangerous Math Nerd and idk about you but cowboy and math nerd is just a wholesome dynamic period and i hc snipe as being older anyway (like 39 MAYBE 38) so like the ship is basically middle-aged men in love? which is literally just my favorite already so. yeah. but also they just seem like domestic people, like they’d bring each other lunch at work if he forgot it at home, they’d go on walks together with snipe’s their dog named after some country singer (my favorite is thomas rhett so in my head the dogs name is rhett but my favorite song is ‘somethin bout a truck’ by kip moore so i like to think they have two goldens one is named moore and the other rhett). but like ecto would give snipe straws so he can drink through the mask in public and snipe would remind ecto to put his glasses on when he forgets or remind him that they’re on his head (cmon, we’ve all done it).

AND. AND. AND. YOU MIGHT ASK, BOYCOW69, HOW DO THEY KISS? ECTOPLASM DOESN’T HAVE LIPS AND THE ANSWER IS THEY BONK. like when a cat pushes its head against your hand ecto will just,,, take snipes face in his hands,,,,, and they jus,, they jus bonk. they put their faces together and just fucking enjoy the moment and FUCK man does the thought RUIN me. like they just HOLD each other and push their faces together because they LOVE EACH OTHER and im SOFT AND GAY AND CANT HANDLE IT.

and you bet your ASS ive got headcanons on their relationship and how long they’ve been together and how they got together in the first place and imma bout to fucking tell you. snipe and ecto are about four years apart, meaning they would’ve just barely missed each other in school unless ecto’s birthday was after the school year ended, which is how i hc it. they met in highschool and became friends instantly despite ecto being a third year and snipe being a first year (no, they arent dating that happens after snipe graduates and turns 18). something about the chaotic cowboy just struck a chord in ectos strict math nerdness and similarly to aizawa and mic they became fast friends (though more willingly on both ends. none of that tsundere shit hes just kinda like iida). they stay friends even after ecto graduates and they slowly start developing feelings over those few years until snipe turns 18 and shows up on ectos apartment door step with beer and a boombox (he’s already drunk, he needed the confidence) and playing ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’ and ecto, to this day, doesn’t understand why he said yes to a date in that moment but he also knew then that by agreeing to that date he was agreeing to so much more (a life with the guy, keep ya minds out the gutter). he agrees to the date (snipe refuses to move until he says yes or no) and pulls him into his apartment to turn off the damn music before he gets noise complaints and help his cowboy sober up so he can tell him yes properly.

snipe ends up telling him later (YEARS later) that he meant to play a different song but forgot when he got drunk and his plastered brain thought that one was better (he was gonna play ‘die a happy man’ by thomas rhett instead (shut up im a country fan and he’s literally a cowboy okay)). and, in turns of when he said yes to a date, ecto proposed on the spot. this led to a happy about 13 year marriage (in my brain they were dating from snipe-18, ecto-21 to snipe-25, ecto-28 when ecto proposed and they get married about a year later (26/28) and they both apply to work at UA two years after that (28/30), then to start of canon events where they are 39/41).

and thats probably about it for my rant but like GOD i love them and the BONK AND THE LOVE AND THE DOMESTIC SHIT AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE PEOPLE JUST BEING IN LOVE THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

#bnha #snipe #ectoplasm #literally like GOD #habababshsbdb love #im just gay #and so are they #i also hc them w two bio children that r ocs of mine #but thats for another time #anyway yeah they also like sorta keep their relationship on the dl #since they are private to the public (not showing faces/dont know real names ect.) #i figured they wouldn’t exactly blast their marriage in case of the media getting their hands on it #safer that way too #aizawa knows tho since they have a kid enrolled in his class and he kinda needs to know that shit #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #boku no hero academia

[miizpah]

welcome back!!! i was wondering if you did anime visuals? and if so, could you do bnha?

a/n: ahhh! thank uuu <3. and yes, i do visuals. this is my first link ask and i’m kinda nervous rn, lmaooo. hope u enjoy, anon!! these are some of my favsss. i’ll add more to this list later.

sero hanta

<3 <3 <3

todoroki shouto

<3 <3 <3

bakugou katsuki

<3

aizawa shouta

<3 <3 <3 <3 !!<3!! <3 <3

midoriya izuku

kirishima ejirou

kaminari denki

<3

iida tenya

all might

<3 <3 <3 <3

note — more links will be added as time goes on, especially for those who do not have any hearts underneath their names. some of them aren’t p*rn, but they’re kinda soft and cute and giggly and that’s something everyone needs after such grueling seshs. y’know? anyways. requests are open!!

#twt links #🌚.dirty #nsfw.links #twt p*rn #bnha smut #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #sero x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #kaminari x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #tw.twt p*rn #iida tenya x reader #all might x reader

[hheavenlysinful]

it’s okay

✘ d x reader, s.a x reader

request:

Hii! I saw that your requests were open and I was hoping to get a comfort fic/drabble/whatever works for you? I just moved to a new city half way across the world all by myself and the overwhelming anxiety is finally getting to me. I'm grown enough to know its not a permanent state of mind haha but its kinda lonely here rn. Can I get Dabi, Aizawa or Hawks? Something about an emotionally constipated dude going super soft for just one person gets me every time. Thank you so much<3

wc: 1.1k

✘ slight angst, mentions of blood + guns

✘ an: hi! thank you so much for this request :D (idk if i got what you wanted though ;-;) requests are open :D

masterlist

THERE were days where you physically couldn't get off the bed. days where the only thing that echoed in your head was an empty, yet loud, sound of silence. today was indeed one of those days. it wasn't that you were sad. you weren't. you were.... you didn't know what you were. you just didn't feel good, on the inside or outside.

you had yet to get out of your small, shabby room, the dull lights overhead and the tiny window were your only sources of light. it was hard, you surmised, to smile when even the sky outside was weeping tears of sorrow and pain. the sounding thunder only echoed the thought.

you fell back on the squeaky bed, bringing your knees into your chest. you buried your face into the blankets that engulfed you. the soft material that lightly smelt like your boyfriend, was the only thing keeping you breaking. the only thing keeping you from spilling over. Your lips quivered as you wallowed in silence, the pitter-patter of rain drowned out by the silence in your head.

"y/n you can't stay in bed all day"

you jerked up at the voice, the blanket pooling around your hips as you clutched your heart. the irked voice made your heart stutter. on any other day, you would have thrown your blanket, retorted slyly. but today...you just couldn't. your nose cringed as tears began to pool on your waterline.

"y/n," dabi's exasperated voice made your lips wobble. "jesus christ, what are you--"

don't cry. don't cry. don't cry.

you looked up, watching dabi as his eyes trailed towards your trembling figure.

"baby?"

he carefully came towards you, an outstretched arm already reaching for your figure. his fingers were coarse from the multiple wounds and scars he bore, but it was gentle nonetheless.

"d-dabi?"

it was an impossible struggle to keep the tears from overflowing.

"what's wrong doll?"

it was a rare sight. the gentle motion of his battle-scarred arms and the soft, domestic mutterings. if any other person had seen the man that hovered over you right now, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, they would be shocked. but dabi didn't seem to mind as he stroked your hair, awkwardly bending down towards you as he engulfed your body in his arms. it was warm and comforting, his arms replacing the blanket that was slowly being pushed away.

"i-i'm sorry," you cried, tears finally spilling from your eyes. "I must look so pathetic."

you probably did. nothing about you would scream bold and beautiful, adjectives that dabi often used to describe you.

"no, no," he pressed a soft kiss onto your head, "don't be sorry, doll."

you cried harder at the soft words. you shoved your face into the crook of his neck,

"love you," you muttered as your sobs came to a close. sleep had overtaken you, eyes rolling back as you lean towards your lover.

"Hmm," he hummed placing another kiss on your head. he placed you down, tucking you softly into the blanket before lying next to you.

he loved you too.

BEING a hero was a double-edged sword. indeed there were great moments, happy moments even. but sometimes it just wasn't enough. no matter what you do, it's not enough.

you choked on a sob, as you held the limp hand of a stranger, blood splattered all over the sidewalk. he gave you a soft smile as you reassured him, tried to imbed hope into his almost lifeless eyes.

"thank you," his smile only made you sob harder.

you were nearly hysterical when the emergency had arrived, taking the poor man away on an ambulance. you were rambling, as you stared at the fresh blood that soaked your plain t-shirt.

you could have done more. you could have helped him sooner. if only you didn't take the day off, you would be more prepared. there was only so much you good do in a public place, swarming with innocent citizens and without any of your equipment.

you had always dreamed of being a hero. it was the only dream you had growing up. you admired the passion and hard work they put in to spread joy and happiness among the world. it was the only thing you wanted to do. to make people smile. to make people happy.

not this....not this mess.

it was a mess from the beginning, a villain on the run, holding citizens at gunpoint. it was a risky situation, to begin with, anything could go wrong at any time. but maybe, if you held onto your need to help, that man wouldn't be in the hospital right now, fighting for his life.

you messed up. and it almost killed someone.

you hadn't realized you were sobbing until hands grasped your shoulders, shaking you forcefully. your eyes widened as a dull fabric wrapped around your waist.

"y/n, kitten, look at me," your eyes were blurry, your vision scattered as you tried to bring it into focus.

"s-shouta?"

your throat was dry as if you had been shouting.

"look at me, kitten," his words were calm, but you didn't miss the slight tremble in his hands as he tightened his grip on your shoulder. "good girl."

you looked at him, taking in the unruly hair, and the permanent dark circles under his eyes.

you felt your heart calming down.

"take a breath," he guided you through your breaths, humming in approval as you followed his instructions.

"let's go home," he muttered as he tug at the scarf, bringing your body into his. arms wrapped around your figure, loosely. "come on kitten."

you sobbed into his chest as you gripped the collar of his jacket. he didn't flinch as you cried hard into his chest, only moving to pat your back.

your body shook with each breath, the tremble in your fingers still a constant motion.

"it's going to be okay, kitten," he muttered, placing a kiss on your head.

a sudden bloom of warmth burst in your body at the rare soft words. it was calming and relieving. you tightened your grasp on him as you took in the slight scent of his cologne.

"carry me," you muttered into the crook of his neck. a low chuckle reverberated from his chest as soft hands slipped under your legs and back.

"of course princess," he placed another kiss on your head as you snuggled into his neck.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #shouta x reader #bnha angst #bnha smut #bnha fluff #aizawa x reader angst #dabi x reader angst #bnha x reader angst #mha x reader #aizawa x you #mha x you #mha angst #aizawa angst #dabi fluff

[beigehearts]

The teacher trio when their s/o kisses them in public

drabbles i just need some fluffy stuff rn so here yall go

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

It doesn't take much to convince Toshi to go shopping with you. He would never want you to carry all of those heavy bags. He has a bit of a complex when it comes to helping you and 'being your hero'.

He carries two bags in one hand and holds your hand with his other. No matter how much you argued to let him give you one of the bags, he kept telling you no. You stick your bottom lip out, pouting.

"You're always like this Toshi, I can carry a bag." You complain.

He smiles at you with his big goofy grin, "I know you can honey, but you don't have to."

You stop in your tracks, pulling him towards you.

Suddenly he looks very worried, "Is something wrong?" He furrows his brows and leans down to inspect your face. He's always so protective of you.

As he leans down, you grab his face with both hands and plant a fat kiss on his soft lips.

You take a step back and smile at him.

He remains in place, unmoving. He's a sucker for you, but he's also a bit of a prude.

He coughs and blood sprays from his mouth. It never stops worrying you no matter how often it happens. You grab a rag from your pocket that you keep for times like these and sigh. He is such a sucker for you.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It takes a lot of convincing to get Shota to go anywhere with you. During his free time he likes to be sleeping, not expending more energy. Despite this, you convince him to get dinner with you after work.

You go to a Korean barbeque and enjoy more than your fare share of drinks. You leave the building arm in arm while giggling at dumb jokes.

"Okay okay, but have you heard of this one?" You smile mischievously at Shota and he raises a brow.

"Well I don't know until you tell me." He chuckles with a small smile.

You nod and face him, "Okay so a hero and a villain walk into a bar..."

"Okay, then what?" He asks.

You stand on your tip toes and whisper, "And does this."

You kiss him gently but with need. His lips are rough but so addicting, he reciprocates, pressing his own against yours.

You fall back onto your feet and give him a wide grin.

He grabs your waist and pulls you against him, "That's a good joke." He can't help but steal another kiss from you.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

The both of you sit in the comfortable lounge chairs in the back of the theatre. You decided it had been a while since you had seen a movie so you dragged your boyfriend with you to one. It's some comedy that's supposed to be the best of the century. So far it hasn't disappointed.

Hizashi can barely contain his laughter and you have to keep reminding him to control his quirk. Sometimes it just comes out, projecting his voice and possibly blowing out someone's ear drums.

You admire him for a moment, he's watching the movie so intently. He never does anything half assed, so if he's watching a movie he's watching that movie. Sometimes you just can't take your eyes off of him.

"Hizashi." You whisper. He doesn't seem to hear. So you speak up, "Hizashi, babe."

He turns his head, cocking it to the side. "What's up?"

Before he can respond, you lean into him, kissing him. His mustache scratches against your skin but you've come to love it.

You pull back and examine his face. His eyes are wide and eyebrows are raised.

"Is something wro-" You begin to ask.

But he grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips into yours. It's safe to say that neither of you saw the ending of the movie.

#teacher trio #teacher trio x reader #toshinori yagi #all might #all might x reader #toshinori x reader #shota aizawa #eraserhead #eraserhead x reader #shota x reader #hizashi yamada #present mic #present mic x reader #hizashi x reader #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia

[pinkanonwrites]

If you're accepting rn would it be ok to request headcanons for aizawa, hizashi and Toshinori finding their s/o that has a chipmunk quirk that makes her fall into hibernation when it's too cold (kinda like tsu) and when the guys find her with her heart rate low and her breathing shallow maybe they freak a little thinking she's really ill since she didn't tell them about that part of her quirk yet?

Aww, this is really cute!

Your soft chubby cheeks, your fluffy tail, your little, round ears that are always twitching to pick up the smallest of noises, he can't help but find them all delightfully endearing. But you had never mentioned a hibernation to him before, even though he'd picked up on your low tolerance for the cold. So when he came home to find you curled up so, so small on the living room sofa, your breath rising and falling so slowly that he could barely even see it, you can bet he was worried.

Aizawa Shouta

Very good at internalizing his terror. He may be freaking out, but you're not gonna immediately clock it on the outside. First things first, he tries to wake you up. If you aren't roused by his shaking right away, he goes to check your pulse, measure your breathing.

It's probably when he's maneuvering you into a more comfortable position that you finally blink blearily awake, and the relief on his face is impossible to miss. Of course, then he starts bombarding you with questions and concerns in a straight-forward, Shouta fashion.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm calling a car, so don't try to stand up."

You rush to reassure him that this is a normal thing, that there's no need for the hospital. He glowers at you as you explain.

"And you never thought this was something I'd need to know?"

He's not really upset, he's mostly just relieved that you're alright. Can't say he's not at least a little bit frustrated though. He helps you get off of the sofa and move you to the warmth and comfort of the bed.

"Falling asleep on the couch certainly isn't going to help anything, so c'mon. Up you go."

He'll be keeping an extra close eye on you on colder days from now on.

Hizashi Yamada

The exact opposite of Shouta. This man goes from zero to panic so fast. The sharp, worried shriek of your name rips you out of the early dregs of hibernation faster than you could blink. And he's descending upon you the instant he sees that you've woken up as well.

"Are you alright?! Oh my god, you were barely even breathing!?! We've gotta call an ambulance! Just STAY CALM!"

It's almost comical how frazzled he is, if not for the fact that you felt so bad for worrying him. You placate him as fast as you can, grabbing his hands and babbling on about your quirk until it finally sinks in that you are, in fact, not seconds away from death's cold embrace.

He's immediately relieved, slumping into your shoulder with nervous chuckles, squeezing your hands in his own. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight to him.

"How about you tell me when you're gonna go full grizzly bear next time? Before I start freaking out?"

He buys you a really nice heated blanket.

Toshinori Yagi

Toshinori's fear isn't a rational concern like Shouta's, nor is it a blind feverish panic like Hizashi's. No, Toshi's fear when he sees you on that couch is an ice cold, creeping dread. He's seen too many people die in his lifetime, too many friends. Not you too. God, not you too.

You're only just barely jostled awake by him cradling you in his arms, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. The sharp, twisted agony on his face is enough to fire off alarm bells in your head which force you awake despite your pesky biology.

"Toshi...? Whuh, what're you-?"

He cradles the back of your head even as you force yourself to sit up properly, like he's afraid you're just going to keel over right in front of him.

"How... How do you feel? You were barely breathing."

Oh, shit. You never told him. The guilt hits you like a bowling ball in the stomach as you look up at him, eyes still brimming with concern and unspoken terror.

He relaxes just the slightest bit as you explain your quirk to him, apologizing profusely for never telling him before, but he doesn't yet relinquish his grip on you. He's not quite as strong as he used to be, but still more than strong enough to carry you to your bedroom and deposit the two of you safely in bed. As he curls up around you, he murmurs soft into the top of your head.

"Please, never scare me like that again. I'm not sure my heart could take it."

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #mha imagines #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #toshinori yagi #aizawa x reader #hizashi x reader #toshinori x reader #eraserhead imagines #present mic imagines #all might imagines #my writing #anon

[niks-minion]

BNHA 310 Chapter rambling

Man, it’s been so long since my last try to analyze this mess pretending to be funny.

Let’s have one more go!

So from the first page Hori puts us in a dark “Batman vs Superman” vibe atmosphere. Rainy season is a bitch.

Are these dudes heroes or vigilantes or just citizens who pretend they care? Poor giant girl. Stomp on them, you have all the rights.

It’s a bird, it’s a plane... it’s Superman!

Deku is just like “ok fellas, how about you back off?” And they are “ok man, jeez, no need to be rude”

What a caring little bun. A true gentleman. I’d have a crush if I was this lady.

I don’t have guts to joke about sugar daddy, I’m sorry.

Seriously tho, during his 40 years of work, I imagine AM has like 30 cars like that. Deku, you lucky bastard. Not only caring but awfully rich dad. Score!

WHO ALSO MAKES YOU FOOD. He enrolled in cooking class after retirement.

Deku even looks like his mini copy.

Hello to my fav hellboy. I’ve missed this dude.

Yep, no progress here. I kinda really curious what the villains up to rn. I like how Deku separated Dabi in his own category 👀

“I doubt Endeavor with Aizawa together...” so not Hawks, not BJ (like the ones from top three) but Aizawa. Thanks, sir. Dadzawa deserves to be listed among the strongest ones!

I don’t even want to cut this frame.

Like we clearly can see panic, and that he’s scared. That the weight of responsibility is pretty damn hard to carry.

But this makes me wonder about todo and baku again. Like Izuku is ok to trust Top 3, to rely on ofa tea party but left those two behind in order to protect? Well, I’m sure as hell they didn’t took that lightly.

Welp, with those two out of the picture we still need our gay tension so here we go!

My heroes 👀 mhm, ok.

Oops, awkward. Not only bnha fandom caught up, but the whole bunch of guys on their pompous chairs are ready to facepalm. 6th rolled his eyes, I’m telling you.

Hahah, have I said that I absolutely adore that gremlin of the ofa squad? Because I do.

It reminds me of Todo family dinner and Bakugou screaming to send it back to normalcy. Nice move!

Oh come on, we all know how it works. Turn around and let Yoichi drag you in the battle. It’s the power of lo... friendship!

On a serious note, I like how the 2 and 3 don’t just jump on the bandwagon. They doubt it and their reasoning is valid.

He has a point, ok?!

I can’t go and leave the elephant in the room. I KNOW HE LOOKS LIKE BAKUGOU.

I’m still gonna die on the hill of denial. Numbers in names thing, his general vibe, Deku without a hint of recognition, this time travel trope being stupid as fuck... you name it.

But thanks, now a have a vivid image of adult Baku for future fics. Yay.

Anyhow, doesn’t prevent me to put him in my number one place from ofa holders. It’s just my type.

Oh, sweet sweet parallels. For me as I see it, it’s a hint on bkdk in the past, also Shigaraki and Deku. Everyone deserves a hand. To be saved.

Also it’s a hint on bkdk 3. This time tho it’s gonna be Bakugou. Extending hand with “you’re not alone, stupid nerd”. He’s gonna be a true hero, and I’m gonna cry a sea of proud tears.

Not only that, it’s a declaration of friendship. Like back then, according to Deku, Bakugou would only accept Kirishima’s hand- bc they are equals and bc they are friends.

BNHA IS ABOUT HANDS HOLY SHIT.

Todo and Enji, Bakugou and Midoriya, now this... TOO SOFT JUST THE WAY I PREFER.

Ok this is my favorite frame this week.

They are so badass, ready to kick asses but then you look closely and see the bento box, lol.

Poor kiddo, no time for self-care.

“Shut up, food first!” Kageyama, you’re right as always!

In conclusion, I want to say, Hori pls give me my boys back already, I’m afraid I can’t suffer any longer. Also despite Deku’s gauntlets I still anticipate some kind of drawback. This top3 squad is doomed to fail.

Also 2,3 guys better not have quirks even slightly similar to Todo and Baku ones.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #manga spoilers #todoroki shouto #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #midoriya izuku #bnha speculation #mha speculation #bnha 310 #mha 310

[sctoru]

The Trio With An Injured Reader!

Fandom: Bnha

Characters: Bakugou, Todoroki & Midoriya

Genre: Fluff

Reader is female!

Warnings: swearing

Note: reader is injured during a practice match and they are worried

This mf was abt to explode

He got the news from Midoriya that you got injured, basically you got hit by the villain bots.

He pushed everyone that was on his way going to the infirmary

"get the fuck away!" "Move, you dumbass!" He shouted at everyone

Finally reached to the infirmary, he kicked opened the door. "Oi dumbass, wtf happened back there!?!" He walked his way to you while stomping his feet

"my my, i'm healing her wounds right now..hold your tongue" Recovery girl said as she kissed your arm..healing you. Right after that, Recovery girl gave you both time to be alone..so she left the infirmary.

Bakugou sighed and looked at you. "Tf happened back there?" He said but trying to stay as calm as possible. You explained to him what happened and how you got hit by the arm of the villain bot

He was quiet for a second but then spoke again..he said smth that shook you. "I-im just glad you're okay..don't do smth dumb like that again! You dumb-" he said that while looking away but he got cutted off by you giggling

"oh? look who's worried now.." you teased him, making his cheeks bright red. "SHUT UP [reader], SHUT UP! NO IM NOT!"

He turned away from your face, "go take some rest now. I'll avenge you, gotta' go blow up sum' bitches rn" he said as he walked out from the infirmary. You sighed then smile. "You never changed huh...Katsuki."

This man might look calm but no he's not, HE'S DEADASS WORRIED ASF FOR YOU

He knew the news from momo bcs he heard her shouting your name like "[reader]!! HEY! ARE YOU OKAY?!" After that Aizawa brought you to the infirmary to be treated by the recovery girl

Todoroki beated some villain bots first and then he excused himself to see you to check up on you

He rushed in to the infirmary, "[reader] are you okay?! What happened?!" Poor boy was so worried for you

"don't worry, her wounds are not that serious..just a scratch" recovery girl said as she went back to her desk

Todoroki fell to the ground with a sigh of relief, "wait- todoroki, are you-" you got cutted off "thank god you're okay..." He said while taking a deep breath

"tell me what happened." He stood back up, you told him how you were trying to save jiro but then got involved with the villain bot attack and got thrown to the other side

"please, be careful next time.." todoroki hold your knuckles and kissed it. You smiled, "yeah, i will..i can't promise it though"

"are you not aware there is a old lady here?" Recovery girl asked, todoroki face turned red..realising that you both are not the only ones there. You chuckled, "sorry, recovery girl" todoroki apologized.

"i need to get back to training right now, take care of yourself..i'll come back here later during lunch time." Todoroki said as he walked out of the infirmary

"i just knew that boy can be soft at times.." Recovery girl said while smiling

He panics

He got the news from uraraka that you were being reckless and injure yourself again

This boy stopped whatever the fuck he was doing and excused himself to go see you in the infirmary

Along the way, he felt so worried..he was panicking..

He busted open the door, "[reader]! are you okay?! did you get a serious injury!?" He would ask you nonstop

"don't worry, she's fine..just some minor injuries" Recovery girl said, making him felt way better, he soon broke down to tears, "ah- deku?! what's wrong??" you asked, "im glad that you're fine!" He said while tears are forming from his eyes.

He soon wiped away his tears, "deku...you can go back to training, i'll just be here and rest up" midoriya turned his face to you, "huh s/o...are you sure?" You nodded your head while smiling, he took a deep breath.."okay, i get it but please, take care of yourself..i'll be back here as soon as im done!" Midoriya said as he waved at you goodbye and left the infirmary. You can only smile at how sweet he is

#bnha #bnha x reader #fluff! #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #this is so cute

[twinkies-f]

Heh - hi - so -

(she / they, please do not dm me regarding this - this goes for any one reading. I have a hard enough time requesting as is - I hope I don't come off as rude!)

I requested a letter a really long time ago and it really made me happy (I deleted my account, in case you were wondering -), but if you're still doing letters, I was wondering if I could request a comfort platonic / familial one. I'm sick of romance right now. I don't even know what character I want, just not one of the villains (preferably not All Might either -), please.

I just found out that a mentor of mine might be moving away, and it really really hurts and sucks because he was the only person who really understood my passion for music, and I consider him like a second dad to me. I also thought that my best friend was going to k*rm*t s*wersl*de, and that nearly sent me into a panic attack. Luckily, he's alright. I'm falling behind on school and it feels like everything is falling apart.

if you don't have the time, aren't accepting requests rn or just don't want to - please don't feel like you have to write this. It felt a bit better just typing it out. Thank you for doing what you do <3

Hi , dear moon child .

Idk if it got any better , but I wish am not too late in helping you . I thought Aizawa is the best to use in this . Have fun !

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Dear moon child ,

In many years of my life as a hero , a teacher and a father , I came to learn that sometimes when people leave is the hardest part . I can totally see now that you explained everything to me why you feel the way you do . And am hoping you can listen to me for a moment

Your friend is still Alive . You were given another chance to help them . To be there for them . As hard as it was to think you might lose them , you didn't. And this Is a huge win. Don't let the chance slip from your hands , kid.

I Also came to learn that sometimes not everyone understands what you are passionate about . And while sometimes we find someone sometimes they leave. It's rough . But this is how life works . Am sorry it's time to say goodbye to someone who felt like a dad and a large support you needed . But it's a chance for you to meet another person. To grow . to get better

You gonna do great , moonchild . You already are doing great holding on so far . Am so proud of you . But Don't tell anyone. I Don't want those brats to know am soft for them .

We gonna talk again, stay strong kid . I promise with my life it only gets worse just to get better . If you are so deep down the hall then you can't fall no longer , you can only climb up .

With All of my love ,

Aizawa shota.

#shoto aizawa #dadzawa #aizawa sensei #bnha aizawa #aizawa shōta #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa comfort #aizawa soft #soft aizawa #dad Aizawa #comfort letter #comfort letters

[oblivious-nuisance]

hi :) id like to request a comfort aizawa/eraser head x gn reader that's struggling with an ed alone fic/drabble? so basically how he'd find out and help and support them? it's ok if you don't feel comfortable, but thank you in advance if you do it!

hi sweetheart, sorry for the delay ಥ_ಥ i hope this is comforting enough and helps you get through whatever you're going through rn, know that i'm here and i'm rooting for you to get better!! ♡

ꨄ 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒/𝐎

warnings: gn!reader, EDs (mentions of binging and chaotic eating patterns), mentions of self-harm, reader gets slightly injured at some point, angst to fluff, comfort. so much comfort (aizawa being a jewel of a man)

there is no way i can get through this.

it was all too much.

the stress, the thoughts, the food, then the lack of it.

and the tears.

the pain.

those were the ones that stood out the most, your body documenting each and every moment in great detail.

that time you ate "in advance", only to stop for (a new personal record) four days straight without giving in, water, coffee and bananas being your only companions during that tough time.

that time you couldn't hide the scars on your body, sick reminders of your attempts to forget the anguish that lied inside your head, an animal ready to strike whenever you were at your most vulnerable.

or that time when you looked at yourself in the mirror, the stretch marks your hips more prominent than ever, the flabby side of your underarms noticeable from every angle, no matter how much you turned around, tears running freely down your cheeks.

and shōta couldn't do anything about it.

he tried, he really tried to reach you. he couldn't, though, because you wouldn't let him. and it pained the man to no end, because all he wanted to do was to hug and love and kiss the pain away.

the moment he found out about your struggle he wanted to help, he wanted to show you that you could trust him, you could rely on him, because he cared. he cared about you so much.

unfortunately, though, it was a difficult task. when a person is so deep into that mindset, it's hard for them to get a grip, not to mention that skipping meals made you more prone to getting irritated.

it all got to the point where you two would fight over anything related to food, him questioning you about your poor diet choices and you yelling nonsense at him, telling him that you were fine and that he was smothering you.

"love, i just want to–"

"enough!" you shouted as you got up from the table and stomped your way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

aizawa looked in disbelief before sighing, getting up from his seat at the kitchen table and making his way towards the bathroom door.

without saying a word, he leaned his back on the cold surface, sliding down on it until he was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to his chest but kept spread apart, head bowed down, with one hand over his face, the other one on the back of his head.

despite his imposing height, he looked so small on the wooden floor, so helpless.

a soft crash was heard from beyond the door.

then, a whimper.

shōta got on his feet in an instant, ready to barge in if needed, when you opened the bathroom door yourself.

tears were gracing your features as two bloody trails ran along your face, from your forehead to your chin.

aizawa was stunned.

"i–"

"shōta," you sniffled. "it hurts."

that woke him up from his trance in an instant.

"how'd you manage?" he asked softly, dabbing at the (he discovered) small wound on the top of your head with a wet towel.

"it's all because i'm dumb." you half laugh, half sob and he shushes you.

"don't say that, kitten."

you just look at him with round, puffy eyes, the man smiling comfortingly at you.

he put the towel away and leaned towards you, sturdy hands on both sides of your cheeks as his thumbs started stroking aimless patterns on your skin. his dark eyes never leaving yours as he spoke:

"never stop yourself from seeking help when it comes to this, alright? i'm here, i'll always be here for you, my love. you are not alone, and i will make sure that you realise how loved and cherished you are, regardless of how much you weigh." he said sternly, causing a fresh outburst of tears to flow down your cheeks.

he just kissed them away gently before bandaging your wound and helping you off the counter and into the bed.

it was all warm, the comforter soft beneath your limbs and fingers, the man that slid in next to you even warmer.

you didn't fall asleep instantly, the gentle light coming from the lamp on your nightstand still illuminating shōta softly as he read, tired eyes roaming the pages of a small book with interest.

"what're you reading?"

"hm?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing at you from behind his glasses. "oh, just a novel nemuri borrowed me a while ago."

"mmm, i see."

he kissed your forehead and continued with what he was doing, but not before cuddling you closer into his side.

after a while, the lights were out, and you could feel his strong hands caressing your shoulders softly, then your waist, then your hips, then they tumbled back to hold yours, tiny palms squeezing his affectionately.

"mooorning" was the first thing that hit you in your sleep-induced confusion, never getting used to his even raspier voice as another day was slowly starting to pull you into motion.

"yeah, you too," you mumble, sleep not yet entirely gone from your drowsy features.

"up we get, darling." you suddenly heard an old tune coming from the radio nestled between the books on the shelf to your left, as the rich smell of coffee made itself present in the room.

you open your eyes to see aizawa standing in the doorway, leaning onto one shoulder, legs crossed carelessly in his hello kitty pijama pants, two mugs of steaming liquid in his hands.

"huh, since when are you so fond of waking up early?"

he just shrugged and walked over to your side of the bed, putting down the mugs and petting your head gently.

"how's the wound doing?"

"'s existing, i guess" you say as you cringe at your outburst from the day before. you sometimes wondered how he kept his composure through it all, while also doing his job as an attentive teacher of a pretty special highschool, caring for a class full of gifted individuals.

"darling, you're drifting away from me again."

it took two blinks to get you back to reality as he smiled and helped you off the bed, while guiding you gently to the bathroom.

"you know i can walk, right?" you say, flustered by his gestures, feeling your cheeks getting more and more warm.

"mhm." he just smiled and kissed the top of your head while the two of you went on with your morning routine.

as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, thoughts were starting to creep back into your mind. luckily, though, shōta was alert and kissed away any insecurity that decided to reside inside your pretty little mind and turn your day unpleasant.

after leaving you even more speechless, breathless and disoriented (because of how surprising and welcomed his affection was), you decided that you should give each other face masks, "because that's what couples do" (to which you had to add an "oh my god, you sap")

"don't eat the cucumber, you moron!" you shrieked at him, coffee in hand as you leaned onto the kitchen counter.

"too late" he grinned from his chiar as the radio in your bedroom kept playing song after song, melodies that you happily hummed along to.

yeah, you thought. i guess there is a way to get through this.

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