#aizawa x reader

[lemonmoonmochi]

[kitkat13001]

shota looks up from his papers when you heave what’s probably the most dramatic sigh he’s ever heard. he casts you an exasperated glance before asking a reluctant, “what?”

you look up at him through your lashes from where you’re sat on the other side of the couch, prodding him with your foot. “do you even like me?”

he holds his deadpan gaze for a second longer before returning to his work. “i’m not going to answer that.”

“what?!” you sit up, appalled and scowling. you crawl over to lean heavy on his shoulder, determined to interrupt his peace. “what the hell does that mean?!”

“there’s no good answer for that,” he replies, (mostly) unbothered to your pervasion of his personal space. “if i say yes, you’ll say something like ‘so you don’t love me’ and if i say no, you’ll have a fit. if i say ‘i love you’ you’ll say i didn’t answer your question. there’s no winning.”

you sit, dumbfounded. he’s got you there... 

“but—”

“yes, i like you. love you, even. no, i don’t want to break up. yes, i think about you every day and yes, i miss you when i’m away on missions. and no, i do not want anyone else. just you.”

he looks up and holds your gaze steady, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk tugging his lips at your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you huff a little, bashful as you settle back onto him, placated by his answer (…for now).

several moments pass in soft silence until you open your mouth to say something else and shota drops his pen, heaving out a long-suffering sigh. 

“and yes, i would still love you if you were a worm.”

[qtvi0let]

Aizawa secretly likes being called daddy

A/n; u guys only love me when i post aizawa 😔😔

— Aizawa x Reader, D/S, Dom!Aizawa(hes a meanie), Headlock Kink, Daddy kink, Consensual Rough Sex, Reader Loves It, immobilization, Creampie, Hair pulling. //F!reader

idk the artists @, if u do please tag them for credits.

////// In his hold /////

The night was thick with heat, the sheets tangled and soaked with sweat as Aizawa’s hands roamed your body, rough but tender at first. His lips pressed soft kisses along your jaw, breath warm against your skin, that rare softness in his tired eyes making your heart flutter. You bit your lip, teasing, and whispered breathlessly, “Daddy…”

The word hit him like a shot to the gut. His eyes snapped open, darkening instantly, lips twisting into a growl. But instead of pulling away, you felt him press closer, cock already hardening, straining beneath his pants.

“Don’t say that,” he snarled, voice thick with warning—but there was something else underneath. A hungry, dark fire blazing in his eyes.

You smiled wickedly, loving the effect you had on him. “Why? You like it?”

The warning turned into a low, guttural growl as he grabbed your hips, dragging you flush against him. His breath hitched, and you could feel the growing hardness pressing relentlessly against your thigh. “You wanna play with fire, brat?” His voice was rough, dangerous, and you knew you were already burned.

Before you could answer, his arm shot around your neck, sliding under your jaw, locking you in a tight, possessive headlock. The pressure made your breath catch, a delicious mix of control and need exploding inside you.

“Punishment,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “For calling me that.” And all you hear is him unbuckling his belt.

His hips slammed forward hard, pounding into you with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your gasps and his harsh, ragged curses. The headlock held you perfectly in place, every thrust controlled, every movement violent and precise.

You cried out, fingers tangling in the sheets as he fucked you like he was fucking away every ounce of frustration bottled inside him. The heat of his body, the tight grip around your neck, and the filthy words dripping from his mouth pushed you higher and higher.

“Say it,” he demanded between hard thrusts. “Tell me you’re mine, brat.”

Your voice was ragged but desperate. “I’m yours, Daddy. Fuck me harder, please.”

The moment you called him that, something inside him snapped—his grip tightened, his cock throbbed painfully, and he slammed into you even harder, fucking you so fiercely your head spun. You were gasping, moaning, utterly fucked stupid by the raw force of his need.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he growled, teeth grazing your neck. “You’re mine. You’re my fucking brat, and I’m gonna fuck you so stupid you won’t remember your own name.”

He pulled your hair roughly, forcing your head back as he pounded into you with ruthless intent. The headlock didn’t loosen; it held you captive to his every filthy thrust. You felt every inch of him, hard and relentless, driving deeper and deeper until your whole body trembled with need.

Your climax crashed over you like a storm, body shaking violently as he kept fucking you through it, relentless and unforgiving. Your mind went blank, every thought wiped away except for the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.

He growled low, his own release ripping through him as he fucked you hard one last time, sweat and heat mingling in the small room as he spills his warm seed deep inside you. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and heavy with satisfaction.

“You’re mine,” he hissed, voice rough and possessive. “And don’t you forget it.”

You smiled breathlessly, feeling spent and utterly owned, already craving the next time he’d fuck you stupid like this.

[justmylvr]

domestic darlings hcs.

hizashi yamada x shouta aizawa x fem!reader hcs.

a/n: they never fail to occupy my mind. <3

• hizashi will insist on sitting around whenever you or shouta are doing something. grading papers? he's laying on the floor next to your chair. watching tv? he's dramatically "fallen" into your lap, sighing about a lack of attention.

• shouta would love it, secretly. he loves when you or hizashi just exist around him. he would definently grumble something to hide how much he enjoys it.

• whenever they happen to have similar patrol shifts, they will make sure atleast one of them can swing by and check on you. or they'll bug you over text.

• if you don't respond within 5 minutes, hizashi will call you till you answer.

• hizashi is a lot more obvious with his love. he'll shower you and shouta with any kind of affection he can, he never gets tired of it or shies away. his main love languages are words of affirmation, quality time, and physical touch.

• shouta is the opposite. he doesn't mind small public affections but he'll never initiate huge shows. when in a private setting, he'll hold you both closely. his main love languages are quality time and acts of service.

• hizashi gets up at ungodly times. he does his absolute best to be quiet but anytime he attempts to cook for the three of you, his clumsiness gets the best of him.

• hizashi thrives on little sleep. anymore than 6 hours of sleep and he's groggy all day long.

• shouta can survive on little sleep but he prefers not to. much more of a night owl though which means there's only a few hours that someone isn't awake in the house.

tags: @luvseraphh @gh0st-g1rll @yuzu-kun123

[smashley351]

Bag Clips Shaped Like Cats

Aizawa x reader. SFW, one mild suggestive bit.

Background: I saw these bag clips in the store and i just thought, “Aizawa needs those”. So imagine Aizawa coming home, discovering new additions you make to his apartment

It’s becoming a regular occurrence.

Suddenly there are more plates in the cupboard.

Blankets on the couch - well loved, warm - smelling of your laundry softener.

Knickknacks spawning; usually silly, but always with a purpose. Like the newest stowaways-

Bag clips shaped like cats.

He smirks, pressing the cartoonish creature’s ears to release it… watching it snap itself back closed.

This is precisely what he wanted. You’re making yourself at home.

He’s lived in the same apartment for years. And gotten by perfectly well with the essentials. Then you came into each other’s orbit and it became - like gravity’s irresistible pull- unavoidable that you would start coming around, so… maybe he should have a couch… and maybe he should have more than one chair… and a bed.

So he’d acquired some _basic_ comforts.

But it seems like your mission in life has become making the place … cozy.

You’d say he started it, this small scale terraforming, the day he pilfered your favourite mug - he’d argue it was rational, he was heading straight to UA from yours and taking the coffee with him saved time - then you’d found it the next morning in his kitchen.

“Ai, I was going crazy looking for this!”

“I was going to return it.”

“Liar.” You grin, reaching out to scratch under his chin. Sighing fondly, “I’m glad it’s here though, your mugs are too small.”

A rap on the door pulls him from his thoughts. He opens it to a floor lamp.

“What is this?”

“A reading light!”

He defaults to feigned irritation, “Why?”

“Because the ceiling light is too bright and at the wrong angle - this will be easier on your eyes.”

Your boyfriend gives a slow blink, takes the fixture and sets it aside before stooping to pick you up - tossed over his shoulder. Your squeak of surprise gives way to laughter as you realize-

He tosses you on the bed unceremoniously, the most wicked grin spreading across his face. No time to find composure, you’re pounced upon. A predator, toying with you, all quick nips and fast kisses and strong hands finding the shortest path to your skin.

You manage to catch his hair near the scalp and hold his gaze long enough to quip “I had no idea you were such a fan of lighting fixtures!” He huffs and shuts you up with a long deep kiss that goes straight to your heart.

~~~

Showers, and a meal, and hours, and an evening later, you’ve fallen asleep on the sofa using his leg as a pillow. The drone of the show you’d put on an unheeded murmur. He’s reading, you were right about the lamp his eyes are holding up better than usual. He spares a glance down at you, strokes your hair, marvels as the disturbance makes you snuggle into him.

Tomorrow, Shouta decides, tomorrow I’ll ask you to move in here. With me.

After all, you’ve transformed this place into a home, you should live in it too.

[puppyguppy]

You're home.

Finally, finally, you're home.

And the only barrier left standing between you and imminent relaxation is your front door. It hadn't been a bad day, not by any means, but it'd been a long day. One that'd dragged, just like your feet against your tattered welcome mat.

You fumble around in your pockets for a few seconds in search of year keys, humming along to some disjointed song in year head; one you remember the beat of better than any of the words.

By the time you shove your key into the lock -- mentally? You're already eating dinner in bed. Warm, cozy, comfortable.

And blissfully unaware of the guy watching you, stalking you from across the street in the shadows.

Shouta rubs his palms along his thighs, as much as he can reach with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, anyway. There's laughter ringing in his ear, a reminiscent, annoying echoe from an earlier conversation he'd had with his friend. 'You can't just walk up to them and call them beautiful, Shou! That's so boring! You gotta be original, ya dig? Do something different! Memorable!'

"Do something different."

The words are meant just for him, a personal little pep talk muffled by the yards and yards of special fabric wrapped around his neck. By now, you've made it up to your bedroom, and the flicker of your lamp catches his eye like the glint of a silverfish darting across a barracuda's path. He takes a deep breath, weaves his fingers up into his capture weapon, and takes the first, silent step towards your apartment.

He has a memory to make of you.

[m1sa22aman3]

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

[sleepytopia]

im so deeply fond of ur fanfics so im here with another aizawa related request LOL

do you think you could perhaps do one where its aizawa and the reader's wedding night👉👈 with equal parts fluff and spice.. pretty please.. i need that man BIBLICALLY.. thank u🫶

a/n : IM FEEELLLING THIS HEHEHEHHE (I LOVE THIS)

Lights Out, Just Us

Shota Aizawa x Reader Summary: You’ve never seen Aizawa look so vulnerable—not even on the day he proposed. It’s your wedding night, and beneath the quiet confidence he wears like armor, he trembles when he touches you. Because tonight isn’t just about desire. It’s about devotion.

The reception was a dream: small, quiet, close friends only. Midnight cried. Present Mic got too drunk. The Class 1-A kids tried not to blow something up. You smiled through it all, but you were always aware of his gaze—anchoring you.

Now, in the privacy of your hotel suite, you could finally breathe.

You slipped off your shoes near the door and turned to look at him. He was already watching you, tie half-undone, hair pulled back but a little messy from where your fingers had found it earlier. His eyes were dark in the low light, but his expression was unreadable.

“Shota?”

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your voice. “Sorry,” he murmured, moving toward you. “Just… taking you in.”

You stepped closer, reaching up to touch the collar of his dress shirt. “You’ve had all day to do that.”

“Not like this.”

A pause. He swallowed, and your fingers brushed his pulse.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” he said, voice low. “Someone I come home to. Someone who wants me, not Eraserhead.”

Your chest ached at his honesty. You cupped his face in both hands, thumbs brushing under his eyes. “I didn’t marry Eraserhead. I married the man who falls asleep grading papers on the couch with a cat in his lap. The one who brings me coffee at 6 AM without asking. I married you.”

His jaw flexed. You knew he was trying not to cry.

And then—he kissed you.

It started soft, reverent. But it grew quickly. Years of careful restraint slipped with each pass of his lips over yours. He backed you toward the bed, hands tugging at your dress, voice a growl in your ear: “Let me see you.”

You shed the fabric together, slow and deliberate. Each inch of skin revealed was greeted with gentle hands, warm kisses. He guided you down onto the mattress, crawling over you like a storm that learned to move gently.

When his hands slid between your thighs, your breath hitched. You expected him to be rough—urgent.

But he wasn’t.

He kissed your inner thigh, then again, closer. “I want to remember this,” he whispered. “The way you sound when it’s just me. The way you taste when no one else has ever touched you like this.”

He took his time. Patient. Skillful. When your legs trembled, he held them. When you whispered his name, he groaned against your skin. He kissed the swell of your stomach, your breasts, your hands. Every part of you was adored.

By the time he pressed into you, forehead against yours, both of you breathless—he was shaking.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You feel like home.”

You wrapped your arms around him, arching up to meet each thrust. “Then don’t hold back. I want everything.”

And he gave it.

All of it. Every groan. Every breathless “I love you.” Every whispered promise in the spaces between movements. When you came, it was with your hands tangled in his hair and your voice saying his name like it was a prayer.

After, he cleaned you gently, holding you close as the sheets cooled around your skin. His hand stayed on your stomach, fingers tracing invisible shapes as you lay chest to chest.

“You really staying forever?” he murmured into your hair.

You kissed his collarbone. “Forever isn’t long enough.”

He chuckled—a rare sound, deep and warm. “Then we better start making the most of it.”

You fell asleep like that: tangled together, smelling like skin and sweat and sandalwood, the gold band on your finger catching the candlelight one last time before it flickered out.

© sleepytopia do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works

[kurokawaia]

BABY, YOU UP? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Aizawa

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k

⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂‍↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten

DABI

This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep, sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.

You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."

He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."

Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"

His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."

He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."

All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt. 

A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.

Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."

"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.

Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.

"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.

"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."

BAKUGOU

Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.

You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.

He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s-" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "-3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."

Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."

His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.

You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."

If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good. 

Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed. 

SHOTO

If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.

"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"

His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek. "You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.

His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts- mission? what mission?-he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...

"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."

Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.

You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...

But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you. 

AIZAWA

With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.

You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).

A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.

"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.

A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."

He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard. 

A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.  "Fine. But I'm using you. You started this- so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."

"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats. 

Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."

"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.

Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.

The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.

The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him. 

Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.

Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.

"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."

You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."

You nod, doing what he says.

"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.

"Yeah!"

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear

[dee-writes-anime]

Hello, this is vanilla anon! And to answer your question, my dad happened😭 🤷‍♀️ so I read fics to help me cope lol. And now, I have another Aizawa (NOT DADZAWA) request to make😼

Can u do one where they're married and she'll just randomly start somethering him in kisses? Like no warning, he'll just be sleeping or grading papers and she'll just come over and peck him once. Then twice. Then on the cheek. Then she has her arms wrapped around his torso, smothering her face into his neck, and holding on for dear life even as he tries to push her off.

Its a little cheesy, I know... But I want fluff🤧

Smother Me in Love

FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader

SUMMARY Aizawa’s wife has a habit of randomly ambushing him with kisses—and today, he’s the unlucky (lucky?) target again.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, established relationship, clingy affectionate reader, mentions of work stress, brief resistance to affection (playful), excessive kissing, pet names, light teasing

AUTHORS NOTE welcome back, vanilla anon!! I was genuinely surprised (and delighted) to see this request—it’s such a sweet departure from your last one, but honestly? I adored every second of writing it. This kind of soft, clingy domestic fluff has my whole heart, and I hope it gives you the warm fuzzies too!

The soft scratching of pen on paper was the only sound in your apartment, save for the occasional rustle of the breeze against the balcony curtains. Aizawa sat curled on the couch, legs folded under him, glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose as he graded another stack of poorly written essays. His black shirt clung to his frame, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his ever-present capture weapon was tossed unceremoniously over the back of the couch. His hair was slightly damp from his shower earlier, loose strands curling just enough to frame his tired face.

He didn’t even flinch when you padded barefoot into the room.

He should’ve known better.

You’d had that look in your eyes all evening—the one that meant affection was coming. It always started small. A brush of your fingers over his arm. A long glance from the kitchen. A barely-there smile when he mumbled something sarcastic under his breath. But tonight…tonight it was like a timer had gone off in your brain and your whole body was ready to explode with affection.

You crept up behind the couch like a cat stalking its prey and leaned over his shoulder, arms sliding around his chest so you could press a soft kiss to his cheek.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not even pausing in his grading.

You kissed him again, closer to the corner of his jaw. Still writing.

Then again. Just below his ear. He paused—pen hovering.

“Need something?” he asked, voice a gravelly drawl but not annoyed. Curious.

“Nope,” you said sweetly, now pressing your face to the side of his neck, lips brushing over his pulse. “Just you.”

He let out a quiet sigh through his nose as you wrapped your arms more tightly around his torso, nuzzling your face into that spot right where his jaw met his shoulder. The spot that was warm and safe and smelled like him—like tea and fresh laundry and comfort. You kissed him again there, lingering this time, your nose bumping against the soft line of his neck.

“You’re clingy tonight,” he murmured, but he didn’t try very hard to move you. One hand hovered near your wrist, like he was pretending to protest.

“Uh-huh,” you said against his skin, voice muffled and lazy. “What of it? I’m your wife. This is my wifely duty. It’s in the vows.”

“I don’t remember that clause.”

“It was in the fine print. Right under ‘sickness and health,’ it said: ‘May randomly smother husband with kisses at any moment.’”

He snorted softly, finally putting down his pen. “I must’ve been half-asleep when we signed that contract.”

“You were,” you whispered, lips brushing the edge of his ear now. “And I took full advantage.”

He finally turned slightly, just enough for you to slide around and settle in his lap, your legs draped over his as if they belonged there. His arms instinctively settled around your waist, pulling you close even though he groaned about it.

“You’re warm,” you said, laying your cheek on his chest. “And squishy.”

“I am not squishy.”

“You are to me,” you murmured with a grin, giving his sides a playful squeeze. “My sleepy, scruffy, overworked teddy bear.”

He rolled his eyes, but his thumb rubbed small circles into your back as you spoke.

“And I’m squishy too,” you added matter-of-factly, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck again, voice quieter now. “We’re the perfect pair. I’m the marshmallow, you’re the burnt one.”

That earned a chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

He didn’t answer—but his hand slid into your hair and gently scratched your scalp in slow, affectionate movements. The kind of touch that made your toes curl and your heart melt.

You shifted just enough to look up at him. “You know I love you, right?”

His eyes, half-lidded and tired, softened.

“I know,” he said simply. “I love you too.”

You kissed him again. This time on the tip of his nose.

Then once more on each eyelid.

Then on the corner of his mouth, letting your lips linger there with a sigh.

“Thank you for letting me be annoying,” you mumbled, curling into his chest like a content cat.

“Thank you for being annoying,” he replied, tightening his hold on you like he never wanted to let go. “It reminds me I’m not alone.”

You were quiet for a moment, just listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

The world could fall apart around you—but in this little moment, in the warmth of your shared home, with his arms around you and your face buried in the softness of his shirt, everything felt right.

You fell asleep in his lap that night, wrapped in his arms and tangled up in love. And even when his legs fell asleep and he muttered complaints under his breath, Aizawa never once moved you.

Because you were his warmth.

His ridiculous, affectionate, kiss-happy wife.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[confessionsandcreampies]

sex ban for the mha boys 🙂‍↕️

— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”

you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.

“you said one more,” you cry.

“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”

you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.

izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”

you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”

he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”

“sex. ban. five days.”

his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”

“no.”

“what if i cry a little?”

“…still no.”

now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.

— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”

you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”

you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”

he grins. “you told me to.”

“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”

he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”

“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”

his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”

“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”

he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”

now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.

— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”

he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”

aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”

“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”

he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”

“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”

he raises a brow. “is that so?”

“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”

now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.

— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”

you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.

shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”

you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”

his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”

“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”

he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”

you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”

he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”

“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”

now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.

— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”

you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.

you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”

he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”

“i said slightly.”

he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”

you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”

he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”

you kick him weakly. “i will die.”

now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.

[melodiesz]

⊹₊⟡⋆ Head is wicked ⭑.ᐟ

Aizawa loves eye contact in situations other than just hero work !! warning: nsfw, oral sex

“Mind making me one too?” a voice called out, followed by a head popping into the doorway.

You turned from where you were setting up the kettle to prepare a nice, relaxing tea before bed. “Yeah of cour-“ you stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open when you caught sight of him.

Aizawa was leaning against the doorframe, fresh out of the shower with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, v-line adorned with a mouth-watering happy trail.

Your eyes ogled his abs and biceps before trailing lower and lower down, frowning when what you wanted to see most was obscured by the towel.

He noticed your gaze, obviously, and sighed like he was questioning life itself.

“Close your mouth before you start drooling.” he grumbled, cheeks tinged pink at your relentless staring.

“I know something I can drool on.” You grinned, earning a judgemental glance your way.

“You’re shameless,” he groaned, but you quickly noticed the way his cock was rising and making a clear imprint in the thin towel—just begging for your attention.

You smirked and made your way over to him, tracing a finger down his still slightly damp chest to feel those toned muscles yourself. “and you like it,” you point out, earning a huff from him that leads him to adjusting the towel to no avail.

His eyes follow you when you drop to your knees in front of him, giving him a sweet smile before tugging down the towel swiftly and nearly being hit in the face when his length bobbed up. He let out a surprised huff at your restlessness.

“You can’t wait to move to the bedroom?” He raised a brow, and you shook your head.

“Want you now,” you answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Demanding.” he murmured, but you didn’t miss the way his hips subtly inched forward to press his flushed head against your lips.

With a knowing smile you waste no time in spitting on your hand before wrapping it around his cock, feeling him twitch in your grasp when you started to pump your hand up and down.

At the same moment you lick a stripe up his cock, tongue tracing the prominent vein on the side that had his teeth grinding from the sensitivity. When you reached the top you pressed a wet kiss against his tip, eagerly licking up the dribbling precum.

He looks down at you with his hooded eyes, a flicker of lust in his gaze before they rolled back in his skull when you took him into your mouth.

Sucking his fat tip like a lollipop, you pushed your head further and further—hand still pumping the area your mouth didn’t yet cover.

He brought a palm to his face to stifle the loud moans threatening to spill at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him, swallowing inch after inch without any hesitance.

When he finally bottomed out with his tip brushing the back of your throat, your fingers stayed wrapped around his base as you took a second to breathe through your nose.

Your tongue swirled around him, focusing on that one vein that had his hips jerking and cock forcing its way deeper into your throat. You choked around him, making him curse and pull you off of him swiftly.

“shit- sorry sweetheart.” He ran his fingers through your hair apologetically—an innocent action that had a less so idea sparking into your head.

Leaning into his fingers threaded into your hair, you suddenly blurted out, ”facefuck me.”

His worried expression turned to surprise and he was now the one to choke. “Come again?” he blurted, and you fought the urge to make a suggestive joke about that too.

”Use my throat,” you repeated, blinking up at him with desperate, wide eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. “Please?”

He released a shaky breath before the gentle fingers running through your hair turned to a firm grip. “The things that come out of your mouth—” he grumbled, other hand lining up his cock with your mouth.

“—so filthy.” He tapped his flushed tip against your lips a few times, smearing the mix of pre and spit like a lipgloss. He pushed into your mouth slowly, eyeing the way you swallowed him up eagerly.

His head tilted back in pleasure when you took him to the base again, the happy trail that started this in the first place brushing against your nose.

Just like you demanded requested, he bobbed your head up and down his length, using your throat for his pleasure. Breathing through your nose, you looked up to once again admire his toned abs that flexed every time you swallowed around him. He looked back down at you, mouth open and panting and eyes locked onto yours.

His eye contact was strong and you suddenly felt awkward under his gaze, looking down instead at where his dick appeared then disappeared into your mouth as your head was maneuvered down it.

All of a sudden he stopped, heavy cock sitting idly on your tongue. You looked up at him with a confused expression, pussy dripping when you were met with the dark look in his eyes.

“Did I tell you to look away?” he asked, and you made a muffled sound of confusion around him.

He pulled you off of him, hand moving from your hair to the side of your face to cradle it.

“I said, keep those gorgeous eyes on me.” he ordered, his deep monotone voice making you clench your thighs together in desperation. He wiped some drool off your chin affectionately, a direct contrast to the rough way he shoved your head back down his cock.

You choked around it, moaning loudly and sending vibrations that had him groaning. “Come on, you were staring so shamelessly at me before, why so shy now?” he chided.

Drool was spilling from your lips and your cunt throbbed at the way he manhandled you up and down like a toy. Your eyes watered when you gagged around him, but still you managed to look up at him with teary eyes.

He smiled devilishly and wiped a stray tear from your cheek, hips thrusting into your mouth at the same time his firm grip brought your head down.

He was twitching wildly in your mouth and you knew he was close, sucking him harder and paying special attention to that sensitive vein and his fat tip.

“Ugh- fuck, yes. Just like that,” he praised, moaning desperately and moving his free hand to grip the doorframe for dear life.

With his eyes still on yours, you winked up at him cheekily, and that was it. He tipped over that edge and came hard.

“oh, fuckkkk” he moaned, head tilting back and fingers tightening in your hair as he spilled down your throat. His abs tensed, cock jerking as it pumped load after load down your welcoming throat.

He kept up his movements until his high was finally ridden out and his breath evened, hips stilling before pulling you off of him with an obscene pop!

You were gasping for breath, choking with a mix of spit and cum dripping down your chin into a messy puddle on the ground. He gazed down at you lovingly, moving to grab the discarded towel to wipe the mess off you.

With a whine you rubbed your sore throat, earning a forehead kiss in apology.

“I’m sorry, pretty. Was I too rough?” he asked with a guilty expression.

You shook your head. “No, I liked it,” you smirked, wincing at the rough feeling of your throat when you spoke. He chuckled and helped you off the ground, motioning for you to go rest on the couch.

“How about I make you that tea,” he hums and you nod in agreement.

[rumisgf]

“ YOUR BEST EATER ! ” (MHA EDITION)

ꕥ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)

ꕥ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki

ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight

KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10

⊗ he’s a REAL eater.

⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction

⊗ he thinks you taste so good

⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs

⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good

⊗ he loves having you sit on his face

⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”

⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.

⊗ he’s such a slut.

“please- ‘s too much~!”

“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”

TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10

⊗ you thought he was an eater…?

⊗ you’re funny.

⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy

⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick

⊗ however,

⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back

“o-oh~..!”

“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”

ENJI TODORKI - 0/10

⊗ like father like son (he’s much worse)

⊗ he’s not particularly a…. giver

⊗ he’s a meanie he’d rather manhandle you instead

⊗ he don’t even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out

⊗ besides….even if he tried…it wouldn’t be…well…good.

⊗ he’s too rough he might bite your shit i don’t know pookie

⊗ if you beg him enough he’ll do it for like a split second

⊗ you immediately regret your decision

⊗ help him.

“wait- it’s ok it’s o-ok. nevermind…”

“what’s wrong?”

SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10

⊗ he likes to pretend he doesn’t like giving head

⊗ but you catch him on one of those days….

⊗ he becomes a different man

⊗ and he’s mean with it, too

⊗ your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open

⊗ he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you

⊗ he’ll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum

“stay fuckin’ still, or you’re not cummin’. understand?”

MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10

⊗ yes i’m sneaking my man in here. i do not care.

⊗ he’s a certified munch y’all hate to say it

⊗ he gets it from fatgum.

⊗ (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)

⊗ please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in

⊗ he massages your thighs and kisses your clit ‘cause he really is just so in love with you

⊗ not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste

⊗ he’ll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you

⊗ he’s a huge giver

⊗ please marry him

“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10

⊗ oh give him five minutes

⊗ put him between your legs and he’s done for

⊗ he’s a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.

⊗ he swears up and down ‘he doesn’t eat pussy’ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up

⊗ but if it’s his baby? someone he’s really into?

⊗ you see a completely different side of him

⊗ and he makes everything so messy

⊗ he’s so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you… you are done for

⊗ he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip in– then he gets right to business

“kats~…”

“taste so good…so fucking good..”

DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10

⊗ y’all thought i wasn’t gonna put him here?

⊗ he refers to himself as an eater

⊗ he has no shame

⊗ he’ll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesn’t care

⊗ he definitely can get off just from giving you head

⊗ the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up

⊗ you will be orgasming more than once

⊗ and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to

“my messy baby…you sound so pretty~

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[chericos]

men who are so sentimental and sappy it's PAINFUL

You’d always dreamed of your wedding—the venue, the bouquet, and, of course, your first dance.

you grew up watching your parents fall deeper in love with each passing year. spent days watching back through old family CDs of their wedding. of their first dance.

the video was practically worn out from the countless times you’d replayed it, watching their first dance over and over. you've practically ingrained it in your brain. every step, spin, dip, rhythm, the look of pure unbridled unadulterated love, that they shared between them. it was burned into your memory.

and naturally, you imagined yourself in their place. your arms wrapped around the person you'd spend the rest of your life with. your love. so when you met him. the man you couldn't envision a life without, you mentioned it. only once, in passing. and you never brought it up or thought about it again further down the line with planning.

so imagine the shock on your face, the venue packed with friends and family when the first notes of their song began to play.

he took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you into the first step. for a moment, you hesitated, the familiarity of it overwhelming. but then he smiled, that soft, knowing smile that told you everything without a single word, and you let him lead.

the steps were the same. every turn, each twirl, the way he dipped you so perfectly, as though he’d practiced it for months (spoiler: he did). and you realized, as the music played on, this wasn’t just a dance—it was the dance.

when the song ended, you stood still, holding onto him tightly. “you’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice shaky.

“no,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just love you.”

LEVI, ARMIN, NANAMI, SUGURU, CHOSO, AIZAWA, SHOTO, IZUKU, VANDER, JOUNO, KUNIKIDA, CHŪYA, NOÉ, KYŌJURŌ, ROY, AKI, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, + your faves

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[seaborgium-dazies]

Mr. sandman, bring me a dream~ ♡mdni

part 2 of mha characters having their first wet dream about you pt.1 cw: brat taming (dabi); public sex if u squint (hawks), thigh riding (aizawa) 🌊: shigaraki, dabi, hawks, aizawa, all might

shigaraki:

In his dream you were grinding against his cock, your bare wet pussy creating delicious friction against him. With every motion your clit collided with the tip of his dick and both of your were writhing in pleasure. But he was only able to enjoy this dream for a hot minute before he was woken up by banging on his door. He woke up with a mouth drier than the desert and having leaked through his boxers. He jerked off like 5 times before coming out of his room still horny.

dabi:

Dabi dreamt that he was drilling into you mercilessly and you were trying your hardest not to give in. His piercings dragged along your walls and you stifled your moans, trying to remain having the upper hand. He loved the challenge, seeing how long you would be able to spout bratty things. And just as he saw your facial expression falter, your resolve crumbling his alarm blared. He woke up with a boner so painful he couldn't control himself. But he kept grinning all throughout the day when the dream crossed his mind.

hawks:

Keigo dreamt that you had walked into his office as he was in the middle of doing paperwork and bent over to expose your bare pussy. Your actions led to him being knuckle deep in your pussy and you biting back moans. Your juices were coating his hand and when he started circling your clit, your eyes widened and keigo got woken up by a stack of papers falling from his desk onto the floor. When he realised that he had dozed off in his office and that none of that was real he went beet red.

aizawa:

Shota dreamt that you were moving against his thigh with nothing between your pussy and his bare skin. And when your rhythm started to falter, your body slightly falling forward, he cupped your cheek making you meet his gaze. "Eyes on me pretty thing", he whispered but before he saw your reaction his alarm ripped him from his dream :(

All might:

Toshinori dreamt that you were a complete mess beneath him. Sweat made your hair stick to your forehead and with every thrust you were moaning his name. The bounce of your boobs accompanied by a neverending mantra of 'toshi, toshi, toshi~' had him gripping the headboard. He woke himself up by cumming in his pants TwT

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[kleftiko]

just think of getting mad at tall men.

those who tower over you easily with their height, so naturally intimidating to those around them. able to pick you up with one arm like a small child and make you feel small and insignificant in their presence no matter your own size.

who really shouldn't be scared when you're screaming their ears off. in fact, it should be cute when your finger is pointing up at them, small frame trying to intimidate him as you scold them.

but when your neck starts to ache looking up at them, and you tell them to "sit the fuck down!"

they do it.

CORAZON, shanks, katakuri (op) kageyama, ushijima (hy) aizawa, fatgum (mha)