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blairxbear · 4 months ago

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How they react to your praise during sex...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment?

Featuring Pro Heroes: Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Snipe, Shinji Nishiya/Kamui Woods

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Toshinori craves validation—especially post-injury, when he feels like less of a man.

He’s embarrassed to admit how much your praise affects him, but the second you whisper "You're so strong," his breath hitches.

If you tell him "You make me feel safe," his hands tremble with emotion.

The moment you moan "You’re perfect, Toshinori," he completely breaks.

Toshinori hovered above you, his breath uneven, fingers shaking as they traced over your skin.

"You feel so good," you whispered, hips rolling up against his.

His entire body tensed. "Y-you really think so?"

"You’re perfect, Toshinori," you gasped.

His hips stuttered, his forehead falling against your shoulder as a deep, wrecked groan escaped him.

"God," he muttered, his movements turning desperate, needy. "Say it again—please."

You did.

And Toshinori completely lost himself in you.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Aizawa acts like praise doesn’t affect him, but it absolutely does.

If you say "You feel so good, Shota," he grits his teeth and thrusts deeper.

If you whisper "I love when you take control," he tightens his grip on you.

The moment you call him "my strong, perfect man," he lets out a deep, broken groan.

"You feel so good, Shota," you whispered, fingers tangled in his messy hair.

His hips stilled. His breathing grew ragged.

"You’re my strong, perfect man," you moaned.

Aizawa growled, gripping your hips tighter.

"You really think that?" His voice was low, husky.

"Yes," you gasped.

Aizawa let out a deep groan before snapping his hips forward, his restraint completely shattered.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Hizashi is cocky and playful at first—but praise completely breaks him.

If you moan "God, you feel so good, baby," he grins but blushes hard.

The moment you say "You’re my rockstar, Hizashi," he literally whimpers.

Call him "good boy," and he completely melts.

"You feel amazing, baby," you moaned, rolling your hips against him.

Hizashi choked on his breath.

"You’re my rockstar," you whispered, trailing kisses down his throat.

His hips jerked.

"Holy shit," he gasped, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"You’re such a good boy for me, Hizashi."

A wrecked whimper slipped from his lips before he completely lost control.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Enji acts unaffected, but he desperately craves praise.

If you say "You feel so good, Enji," his jaw clenches, and his hips stutter.

The moment you whisper "I love your strength," he groans deeply and grips you tighter.

If you call him "the best," he snaps and completely loses control.

"You feel so good, Enji," you moaned.

His hands tightened around your waist.

"You’re so strong," you whispered, trailing your fingers over his broad chest.

A low growl rumbled from his throat.

"You’re the best," you gasped.

Enji’s control shattered.

His pace turned rougher, deeper, desperate— as if he had to prove himself to you right then and there.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Hawks loves praise—it feeds his ego and wrecks him at the same time.

If you moan "You make me feel so good, Keigo," he grins but bites his lip.

The second you say "I love the way you touch me," he groans and moves faster.

Call him "my good boy," and he completely breaks.

"You make me feel so good, Keigo," you moaned.

Hawks smirked, but his breathing grew heavy. "Yeah?"

"I love the way you touch me," you whispered.

His hips snapped forward, his smirk faltering.

"You’re my good boy," you teased.

Hawks let out a wrecked moan, his wings twitching violently, as he completely surrendered to you.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Nighteye pretends to be unaffected, but praise destroys him.

If you whisper "You’re amazing, Mirai," he lets out a low groan.

If you say "You make me feel so good," his glasses fog up.

Call him "perfect," and he completely loses his rhythm.

"You’re amazing, Mirai," you whispered, fingernails trailing down his back.

His muscles tensed.

"You make me feel so good," you moaned.

Nighteye let out a ragged breath.

"You’re perfect," you gasped.

His hips faltered, his hands gripping you tighter. "D-don’t say things like that," he muttered, completely wrecked.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Fatgum melts at praise—he loves knowing he’s making you feel good.

If you say "You feel so good, Tai," he lets out a deep groan.

If you whisper "You’re my favorite," he gets rougher.

"You feel so good, Tai," you moaned.

His arms tightened around you, his movements slowing.

"You’re my favorite," you whispered.

A deep, rumbling groan left his chest as he snapped his hips forward, overcome with emotion.

Snipe

Snipe likes control—but praise makes him falter.

If you whisper "You make me feel amazing," he breathes heavier.

If you say "You’re so strong," he tightens his grip.

"You make me feel amazing," you whispered.

Snipe groaned softly.

"You’re so strong," you moaned.

His hips stuttered, his control slipping as he snapped forward, desperate for more.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Kamui tries to be gentle, but praise makes him needy.

If you whisper "You feel so good," his branches tremble.

Call him "my strong man," and he completely breaks.

"You feel so good," you moaned.

Kamui’s breath hitched.

"You’re my strong man," you whispered.

His arms coiled around your body, pulling you flush against him as he lost himself completely.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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daydreamingoveracupofcoffee · 22 days ago

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Just imagine...

Aizawa meant to be romantic. Really. He’d even put in effort—brushed his hair (sort of), put on a clean capture weapon, and tried to soften his gaze as he looked at his girlfriend over dinner.

The problem? His natural expression was that of a sleep-deprived cryptid.

She shifted uncomfortably as his dark, unblinking eyes bore into her soul. "Uh… Shouta? You good?"

"I’m looking at you tenderly," he said flatly.

"Oh." She swallowed. "It… kind of looks like you’re planning my murder."

Aizawa blinked.

"Damn it."

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #headcanon #reaction #x reader #eraserhead #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader

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rueclfer · 7 months ago

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eat it! // smau

ngl this aizawa is doing something to meeee lmao from this ask <3 lil late oops but!!! still silly to make

izuku midoriya, keigo takami, shouta aizawa

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dee-writes-anime · 19 days ago

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OH MY GOSH,

Imagine Aizawa dating a younger girl, whos a super model!!!

For an example, he’s on patrol right. And he visits her at a meet amd greet! Cameras are flashing as reader gives him a big smooch!!! How eould 1A, other teachers/pro heros and other students react😭

Randomly came to me after listening to turn heads by dem franchize boyz

Smeared Lipstick and Flashing Lights

FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader

SUMMARY Aizawa's life erupts into chaos when you decide to kiss him in front of hundreds of cameras.

CONTENT WARNINGS pure fluff guys, class 1-A being children, pure chaos, descriptions of kissing, some good old teasing between friends

AUTHORS NOTE THIS IS AN EPIC IDEA MONTY!!! I love it so much and this was such a joy to write!

Tokyo Midtown Plaza shimmered with polished marble floors and the cool hum of upscale air conditioning. Velvet ropes stretched across the gleaming lobby, separating rows of cameras and screaming fans from the raised platform where you stood beneath a cascade of LED lights and branded banners.

You’d done a hundred of these meet-and-greets, but tonight—tonight you had a feeling. Something beneath your skin itched with electricity.

You signed a glossy photograph with a flourish, smiled into the flash of an iPhone, and handed it back to a starstruck girl who could barely form words. You whispered a quiet thank-you to her and turned slightly, posing with your signature look—chin tilted, eyes soft, a touch of a smirk.

Then you saw him.

Half-hidden behind a marble column near the back of the venue, head tilted low and posture slouched like he belonged in the shadows. To anyone else, he was just a tired man in black—another body in the chaos.

But to you? He was gravity.

Aizawa stood with his hands in his pockets, capture scarf bundled neatly at his hip, dust smudged along the sleeve of his hero coat. His half-up hair framed his face in messy strands, one brow raised slightly as he watched you work.

You beamed.

No hesitation. You ducked under the velvet rope, ignoring the flurry of movement from the security guards, and stalked toward him with long, graceful strides that only made the cameras turn faster.

“Miss—wait, please—” someone called after you.

He didn’t even flinch. Just blinked once. Slowly.

The moment you reached him, you grabbed his collar, leaned up on your toes, and kissed him.

Not a polite peck. Not something demure or for show. This was shameless, deliberate. The kind of kiss that says, I know exactly what I’m doing.

The crowd exploded behind you.

You smiled against his lips as the burst of camera flashes lit up the marble floor like fireworks. Someone in the press screamed. Another person cheered. The whole venue turned into a wall of voices, rising into a euphoric frenzy.

He didn’t kiss you back at first. He just stood there, stunned—probably calculating just how badly this would go over. But then, he exhaled through his nose, a sound like a sigh and a laugh, and his hand slid up to rest gently at your waist.

“You know,” he said, barely above the noise, voice gravel-thick, “I was just here to check in.”

“And now you’re here to be adored,” you replied with a wink.

His eyes softened for just a heartbeat before flattening back into their usual half-lidded look of apathy. But you knew better. You could feel the subtle tension in his hand where it gripped your waist a second longer than necessary.

“Cameras,” he said.

“Let them look.”

He groaned quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward—barely. Only you would’ve noticed.

That was enough.

The dorm was quiet. Suspiciously so.

Most of Class 1-A had retreated to the common area for snacks and late-night studying—though the "studying" part had long since given way to Kaminari and Sero attempting to balance textbooks on Mineta's head while he napped.

Mina sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through channels in boredom until she landed on a newscast with the caption in bold white font:

"BREAKING: ERASERHEAD CAUGHT KISSING FASHION ICON LIVE AT MIDTOWN PLAZA."

She blinked.

Paused.

Then screamed.

“KIRISHIMA!!! DENKI!!! TODOROKI!!! LITERALLY EVERYONE!!! GET IN HERE—NOW!”

The boys crashed into the room like a herd of startled cattle, Kirishima wiping crumbs off his chin and Denki tripping over a power cord.

“WHAT? WHAT IS IT? IS IT A VILLAIN ATTACK?” Kirishima shouted.

“No, it’s worse—it’s—LOOK!”

She jabbed a finger at the screen, rewinding the footage.

And there he was.

Eraserhead. Grumpy, broody, nap-loving homeroom teacher Aizawa Shouta—standing in full hero gear at a public venue, stiff as a board while a beautiful, radiant woman in a black satin dress yanked him down and kissed him senseless. And not just any woman.

“Wait—isn’t that—?” “It is!” “That’s the supermodel from the Sekai spread! The one that broke the internet—” “The one who made that sheer mesh catsuit look good!” “I HAVE THAT CATSUIT SAVED TO MY CAMERA ROLL!”

Kirishima collapsed to the floor with a groan. “Bro. BRO. He pulled a woman like that?! That’s so—so manly, I don’t even have words—”

Todoroki watched with a blank stare. “He said relationships were a ‘distraction.’ I guess he meant our relationships.”

Kaminari’s mouth was wide open. “Did you see the way she grabbed him? Like—like she owned him?! That was insane! I need someone to kiss me like that!”

“You need someone to tolerate you first,” Jirou muttered, deadpan.

Uraraka was red as a tomato. “I didn’t even know Mr. Aizawa smiled. Did you see the way he looked at her after?!”

On screen, the camera zoomed in. A faint curl of his lips. A glimmer of affection behind sleep-heavy eyes.

“Mr. Aizawa is hot,” Tsuyu said matter-of-factly, sipping her tea. “We all just didn’t want to admit it.”

Midoriya’s hands shook as he scribbled furiously in his notebook.

“Notable change in public persona… possibly quirk synergy in shared lifestyle? Domestic compatibility? Hero-student boundaries?? What does this mean—?!”

“Yo, we gotta show this to Bakugo,” Sero grinned.

As if summoned by sheer will, Bakugo stomped into the room seconds later, glaring. “The hell are you losers screaming about this time?!”

The TV lit up with the moment. The kiss. The crowd. The lipstick smudge on Aizawa’s stubble.

Bakugo stopped dead.

There was a long silence.

“…That old bastard is pulling?” he muttered.

The world tilted slightly.

“I’m done,” Bakugo said, turning on his heel.

The breakroom at U.A. smelled like burnt coffee grounds and the faint tang of disinfectant. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow over the mismatched mugs, half-eaten rice balls, and teacher-grade exhaustion that clung to every surface.

Aizawa sat in the corner, hood up, eyes closed behind his capture scarf like he could will himself into a coma. His coffee sat untouched. He had already regretted waking up today—and he’d only been conscious for ten minutes.

He didn’t look up when Hizashi burst into the room like a man on a mission.

“SHOUTA. Shouta. SHOUTA. Dude.”

Aizawa cracked one eye open. Slowly. Like a tired cat contemplating murder.

“What,” he muttered.

Yamada slammed his phone down onto the breakroom table, screen up, the brightness blinding in the otherwise dull space. A still image of the kiss—Aizawa’s gloved hand on your waist, your lips pressed to his with the kind of audacity the internet had only dreamed of—burned across the display.

“YOU’RE A VIRAL SENSATION, BABY!” Hizashi howled, flinging his arms out. “How the hell did you not tell me you were dating her?!”

Aizawa closed his eye again. “It’s not a secret.”

“Not a secret?! Half of Japan’s on fire. You made national news during a patrol route!”

“Wasn’t my fault.”

“You kissed a supermodel—in front of cameras—during a public event.”

“She kissed me.”

Hizashi made a strangled noise. “Ohhhhhh my god you’re impossible.”

Across the room, Midnight—lounging against the countertop in leather pants and a smirk—sipped from her coffee like it was wine. “I always knew you had taste,” she purred. “Didn’t think you had game, though.”

“I don’t,” Aizawa said flatly.

“Sure,” she hummed. “That’s why you’re all over the entertainment blogs this morning. Scandalous mystery hero revealed as fashion queen’s secret boyfriend!” She tossed her phone on the table, showing the article. “They’re calling you ‘Japan’s Grumpy Zaddy.’”

“I’m going to burn the internet.”

“Too late,” came Cementoss’s low, amused voice as he entered, arms crossed and half a rice cracker hanging out of his mouth. “My daughter texted me asking if we serve caviar now that Aizawa’s dating royalty.”

“I don’t even know what caviar tastes like.”

“She said you’re her new favorite hero. She used to like Best Jeanist.”

Aizawa stared blankly at his coffee.

Then, with painful timing, All Might entered, beaming as if this was the most wholesome turn of events in modern history. “Aizawa! What a lovely surprise to see you trending for something positive!”

“I was trending?” Aizawa asked grimly.

“Oh yes!” Toshinori fumbled for his reading glasses, squinting at his phone. “There’s a fan account already! They’ve posted over twenty edits. The music choices are a little intense though. Very… sensual.”

“Please stop talking.”

“OH! OH! Is this the one where you’re like—grrr, and she’s all—mmwah?” Yamada mimed both parts dramatically, complete with flailing arms and kissy noises.

“I will end you.”

The breakroom door opened again.

This time it was Nezu, rolling in with an espresso in his paws and a suspicious twinkle in his beady little eyes.

“Well well well,” he said, voice chipper as ever. “Our dear Eraserhead. A viral sweetheart. A romantic lead. Dare I say… a public figure?”

“I’m not a public figure.”

“You are now.”

“I’ll quit.”

“No you won’t,” Nezu said, sipping serenely. “Because she makes you smile.”

A beat of silence.

Everyone turned.

Yamada’s mouth dropped open. “You SMILED?!”

“I did not smile.”

“You so smiled.”

“I was grimacing.”

“Your eyes were smiling,” Midnight said helpfully.

“God, just—stop talking. All of you.”

“You know, the students are in shambles,” said Cementoss. “Mina nearly passed out. Midoriya’s having a hero notebook crisis. I think Todoroki thinks love is a government conspiracy now.”

Aizawa groaned and finally buried his face in his arms on the table. His coffee sat cold. His life was ruined. And the worst part?

He could still feel the faint smudge of your lipstick against the corner of his mouth.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero academy fanfiction #dee's asks #mha #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #yamada #present mic #eraserhead #yamada hizashi

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imissnanami · 9 months ago

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Breeding His Housewife w/ Aizawa S.

KINK!tober w/ Nana Oct. 1 | m.list

MDNI | breeding, talk of pregnancy, p in v, doggy a/n: for that one anon (��3<)

Aizawa Shouta was a simple man who loved to take care of his adorable housewife. Taking care of his wife often meant eating her out till her adorable legs were shaking and his face was dripping with her cum. But recently, a new fantasy has been worming its way into his brain. He can’t get the idea of his wife’s soft tummy all round and her plump breasts full and swollen with milk for his little baby. Bottom line was that Aizawa Shouta wanted to breed his cute little housewife.

Which lead to now. Lucky for him, the only other thing covering your body was a thin pair of panties. Crouching down so he was eye level with your ass, his gaze focused on the flash of yellow that was your panties. The sliver of fabric was disappearing between your puffy lips. Feeling himself twitch in his pants and start to get hard, he reaches down to give himself a squeeze.

Shuffling closer, Aizawa kneels in front of your cheeks before reaching out and gently massaging your thighs. A content sigh escapes you as he begins to speak;

“Feel good, love?”

Smiling your nod your head and hum out a yes.

“Good” his deep voice comes from behind you.

Pressing his thumbs closer into the crease of your ass, he peels them back to expose his favourite pair of panties. The yellow fabric has gotten significantly darker near your entrance. Leaning in, he places an open mouthed kiss on top, his lips quickly finding your clit through the material. A soft moan falls from your lips and you press your hips back. Aizawa hooks his finger around the panties, pulling it to the side. His tongue immediately dips into your core, licking into you and collecting your juices.

Moaning against you as you squirm and whimper for more, Aizawa becomes flooded with an intense need for you. Wanting to hear more of your sweet sounds, he continues to lap at your clit, massaging your entrance and tongue fucking you. He thinks he’s starting to feel lightheaded with the amount of blood flowing to fill out his length. His dick twitching and leaking precum in his pants. The strain becoming uncomfortable and maddening. With a final suck on your clit, he lets you go and sits back on his heels. You hear clothes rustling but feel nothing more.

“Where did you gooo” Whining you begin to turn before a strong hand places itself in between your shoulder blades, pinning you down.

“I got you, don’t move love” Came his raspy voice. Humming and settling in, you shake your hips, teasing him.

He chuckles before placing his other hand on your hip. Pressing down, he tilts your body so your thighs spread and present him a gorgeous view of your cunt. Letting go for a moment, he strokes himself once, twice, before lining up and pushing in.

The second his fat tip popped past your tight ring of muscle, the both of you moan in synch. As each inch presses further in, Aizawa felt hot pleasure climb up his spine. Your wet walls moulding to his shape, caressing and squeezing each dip and vein. When finally he bottoms out, he’s panting because he can feel how snug your cervix is caressing his weeping head and slit. You’re not doing much better, mouth hung open in a silent moan, drooling on the couch cushion.

Bending over your body so his front is pressed to your back, Aizawa begins to pull out, moaning at the feeling, hands gripping your hips. Already pussydrunk, he starts to babble against your neck as he sets a steady pace;

“Fuck, you feel so good...wanna give you my baby”

“Yeah?” You whine, turning your head, trying to get a glimpse of him.

“Yeah...wanna fill you up and watch you-... Fuck...watch you get all roun-hnggg-d” Aizawa presses hot kisses at the top of your spine before gently but firmly biting down. Feeling you immediately clench around him his hips stutter as he groans.

“Fuck, gonna fuck a baby into your cute womb,” His hips pick up speed as he thrusts deeper, jostling your body and making the whole couch move. You start to slip forwards. Suddenly you let out a loud moan. The new angle has him drilling your g spot over and over again. His slit kissing the spongy spot, bullying it into the shape of him. He speaks again,

“Wanna... fuck, wanna make-” His words dissolve into a moan as he feels himself get closer and closer to cuming. His strong hand wedges itself between your thighs and the armrest of the couch. His long fingers worming themselves closer to your clit.

“need you, need you to -fuck- cum so it takes better.”

The pads of his fingers slide against your clit, sending shocks of electricity up your spine. Each swipe of his fingers bring your closer and closer until you’re falling apart, face shoved into the seat cushion. He sinks his teeth further into your skin as your clamp down around him.

But he doesn’t stop there. Ignoring your squirming and weak sounds of protest, his finger contine to abuse your clit. Your cum making them slide all the better. He mumbles from behind you,

“‘Nother”

“Gotta make sure it takes.”

“One more, please, please, please”

Phrase after phrase fall from his lips as his hips drive his length in and out of your tight heat. He could feel your walls flittering and twitching around him. The way your thighs began to close again, he knew you were close to cuming again.

Your mouth hung open in a cute “o” shape, a constant stream of “ah, ah, ah, ah” falling from your lips as he fucked the air out of your lungs. At your sudden keen and the way your pussy began rhythmically milking his cock, Aizawa finally let go. Long ropes of sticky cum coated your womb. His hips stuttered as he moaned your name. His hips bucked weakly as he overstimulated himself, making you got every last drop of his seed.

Finally stilling, he leaned back over your tired and boneless body, his chest against your back. Gently hands brushed your hair to one side. He pressed a kiss to the back, panting and catching his breath.

“You did so good for me, love.” you hummed your approval.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out. You whimpered as you felt the pressure from his length disappear. Before you could protest too much, his strong arms were picking you up and pulling you to his chest. Flipping your positions, he sat down on the couch and settled you on his lap. For the rest of the night he wouldn’t let you get up or do anything, doting on you the whole time. Because after all, his cute little wife needed to sit still so his seed could take. ;)

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miss-jaye · 10 months ago

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cw: slightly suggestive! aizawa seeing his wife in literally anything gives you the same reaction: awe, admiration, love and lust.

he still can’t believe he landed someone as beautiful as you. so when you walk into the house in a beautiful, blue floral sundress? someone might need to give him cpr—this man is on the verge of a heart attack from how stunning you are.

"honey, i'm home~" you giggle, slipping off your shoes and entering the living room, knowing your dark-haired husband is there. "hi shouta~" you give him a radiant smile and lean down to kiss his cheek.

he swallows hard. "where…" his voice is rough. "hm?" you tilt your head. he stands up, closing the distance between you, and slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. "where did you…" aizawa trails off, admiring the dress on you.

"oh, this?" you glance down at the dress, then smile and rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him again. "it was a gift from a friend! she ordered it online, but it was the wrong size. instead of returning it, she gave it to me as an early birthday present!" you explain.

he nods, absorbing your words. "that was nice of her…" he mutters, his thumb caressing your waist through the fabric. "it really was~!" you agree, nodding along, unaware that all he’s thinking about is how much he wants to tear that dress off of you. his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, pulling you even closer.

"shouta…?" you notice the shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes have darkened with something more intense. "is everything okay?"

he doesn't answer right away, his gaze fixed on you, taking in every detail—the way the dress flows down your body, the softness of your skin, the way your eyes sparkle as you look up at him.

"you’re just… perfect." aizawa murmurs, his voice low and rough.

you blush at his words, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you playfully swat his chest. "oh my love, you're such a flatterer." you tease.

he leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "not flattery, just the truth."

before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all the love and desire he feels for you into it. as the kiss deepens, his hands start to wander, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress, tracing the curves of your body.

you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back just as passionately.

finally, when you pull back for air, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding. "i love you, shouta," you whisper, your voice full of emotion.

he smiles, his eyes softening as he gazes down at you. "i love you too. so much."

aizawa kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. when he pulls away, he looks at you with a small grin, "i think it's about time we take that dress off of you."

you laugh and shake your head. "shouta, you’re insatiable."

"only for you."

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sugarwarachan · 5 months ago

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edging/overstimulation + aizawa - mdni

shouta aizawa is mean. you can’t believe you’d thought sex with him would be sleepy and sweet, when in fact he’s almost cruel in his enjoyment of dragging you to the edge and ripping you away from it.

in fact, if you asked him outright, he’d tell you he lives for this—your thighs shaking around his head, voice strained and hoarse from screaming out his name.

knowing that he’s reduced you to the quivering, moaning mess on his bed is enough to get him fucking his hips into the mattress, a deep rumbling moan in his throat as the scent of your arousal coats his tongue.

“sho, please—" you beg, and your cute little voice cracks in the way he’s aiming for at the start of every session. he smirks against your pussy.

“you can take it, kitten, don’t fuckin’ pretend like you can’t. just one more, yeah? for me?" he licks one long stripe up your pussy before pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking. you scream and buck against his mouth but he just holds you down with one muscled forearm, keeping you in place so he can fuck his tongue in and out of your quivering hole.

he doesn’t even have to use his fingers at this point. just a few solid licks of your clit and your orgasm is stretching you taut and then snapping like a rubber band, your cunt gushing. aizawa uses his big hands to keep you spread open for him, obscenely slurping up your juices, making you ride his face until your pussy stops fluttering on his tongue.

“you’re shakin’, honey,” he gives your inner thigh a kiss. “let me go get something to clean you up and then we'll cuddle, okay?"

like he didn't just make you see through space and time

#tired teachers are IT for me #i needed him the second i laid eyes on him your honor #sugarwarachanwrites #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #eraserhead #mha aizawa #bnha x reader #bnha smut #boku no hero academia #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa

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b3ach-bunn7 · 1 month ago

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SO ANXIOUS

Aizawa is your guard, appointed by your father, the king. And you really want to sleep with him.

guard x princess, NSFW!!, forbidden romance, first time

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It’s wrong. It’s so wrong on every single level to have a crush on your guard, of all people.

You’d hated the idea. Your father, ever the doting and overprotective man, had appointed him the second you’d turned twenty, and apparently also a target for whatever nefarious things he’d invented in his head. You were his one and only daughter, and so you think all the worry he didn’t need to give your older brothers all got passed down to you.

It’s normal, you suppose. You are a princess after all, heir to the throne and soon to be married off to the richest prince your father can find. You just wish you had more freedom, wished you could walk around the palace without some man trailing behind you.

You minded it less when you actually met him for the first time.

He was hot. And had you thinking things that a lady such as yourself definitely should not be thinking.

He was tall for one, taller than you. He was wearing the usual outfit you see on the guards around the castle, but his was different. Where theirs were a deep red, his was white, navy blue detail sewn into the sides. You assume this is so he stands out as your very own personal security.

You’re all standing in your father’s study. The room is large, much more than necessary, filled with bookshelves and a desk that’s lined with enough gold to feed the kingdom for a year. Your father’s work is forgotten in front of him as he gestures towards the two of you. He’s rambling on about protection and safety, all while you’re struggling to peel your eyes away from said protector.

He’s standing in front of you, but his attention is all on your father, so you have ample time to look at him as much as you want. He’s fit from what you can tell, all strong muscle hidden beneath his clothes. There’s a scar under his right eye and the stubble that lines his jaw ages him, but he doesn’t look to be much older than you are. His hair is long, half of it tied behind his head, soft black curls you want to reach out and touch.

And you find out his eyes are a deep, dark brown when they move to meet yours. His left eyebrow raises slightly and you quickly turn away, embarrassed to be caught staring so shamelessly.

“So. Y/N, this is Aizawa.” Your father gestures.

When you look back, the man in question is looking at you intently. He bows.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

And when you hear his deep, honeyed tone, you think that is the beginning of the end.

You get to know him quite quickly. The thing about spending every second of your day with the same person is you’re sort of forced to get to know each other. You find Aizawa is not a very emotional man. He doesn’t smile once in the first two weeks together, despite your horrible attempts to make him do so. He only does when he sees a stray cat when the two of you are wandering through the gardens.

You learn that Aizawa is four years older than you, and he’d been working for the kingdom since he was fifteen. He’d fought for the country, he told you, recounted the story of how he scarred his face in battle. Aizawa has no family, but he speaks fondly of a young girl he’d saved once that lives in the village a small way away. He’s kind. He cares for the people he loves despite his reserved nature, and he even can be funny if he tries, in a dry way that makes you laugh more than it should.

All of this is why you think you’re falling in love with him.

The first time you realise this fact is when you’re running for your life.

It’s an intruder. Someone managed to get past the guards at the gates and is now loose in the long corridors of the castle. You’re out in the courtyard when you hear the commotion, head leaning back on the patio chairs, catching the sunlight on your face.

You sit up at the noise. You look to Aizawa for some reassurance but there’s a crease between his eyebrows you’ve come to learn is not a good sign.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

He hums a little under his breath. You hear yells from the other side of the castle.

“I don’t think so. Come.” He says.

His hand curls around your elbow, warm and strong as he helps you to your feet. He walks you the short distance back into the castle, eyes focused somewhere you can’t see. You feel a little trickle of fear in your chest.

You grab the sleeve of his tunic. “What’s going on, Aizawa?”

He pauses at the front gates. Just listening.

It’s silent, for a second, before you hear a loud crash that sends a ripple of goosebumps up your arm. Your head whips towards Aizawa and before you can say anything he’s pulling you along. You follow quickly, heels clicking against the floor. His hand is on the small of your back. Your breath is fast and light, mind racing. Is the intruder here for you?

Aizawa curses quietly under his breath. “Your room is too far from here.”

You can almost see the gears turning in his head. You're on the opposite side of your part of the castle, and the closest room to you is the dining room or hall, both open spaces that won’t give you any sort of cover. You see Aizawa’s hand inch towards the dagger he keeps hanging on his waist.

You swallow roughly. “Is- Are we going to be okay?” You mumble.

He pulls himself out of his focused daze to settle you with a look. It’s not a smile, like you think most people would give in a situation like this. He moves until his hand is holding yours. His is calloused where yours is soft, and he squeezes once.

“Yes. Don’t be stupid.”

You roll your eyes. “Is that any way to talk to a princess?”

“Apologies. Would-”

His words are interrupted by another crash. This time closer. Before you can do anything, he pulls you along. In a practised manner, he opens a door you’ve never seen before, and pushes you both in.

“What- Aizawa-”

Calling it a room would be too generous. It's a closet at best, full of what you think are cleaning supplies and brooms. It’s sort of dusty and dark apart from the barely working lamp above you. The door clicks shut behind him and you're both alone.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to a man before. Your hands brace yourself on the wall, the large layers of your dress hard to fit in the small space.

“Wow. Love this little room you’ve found us.” You mumble.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow. “This closet is not to your liking?”

You huff a laugh. “No, it’s just this dress.” You mutter.

You try and fix the material, tug it out from where it’s caught onto a box on the floor.

“It’s too long. I think I’m going to fall.”

“Probably not the best idea.”

You glance up at him. “Oh, really? Thank you for the insight.”

“I’m here to please.”

You bite back a smile. You can hear the faint sound of commotion outside and you wonder how long you’re going to be in here. You’ve had threats on the castle before, yeah, but nothing like this. Nothing that had you hiding in a random room to protect yourself.

You turn to ask Aizawa and find he’s already looking at you.

He’s got dark eyebags like he never sleeps, and you feel a little at fault for that. Being a guard is a full time job after all. It’s quiet, enough that you can hear the faint sound of both of your breathing.

“Hi.” You speak into the almost silence.

Aizawa settles you with a look.

You huff. “Just trying to make conversation. You-“

Your words are cut short as you slip, foot catching on the hem of your petticoat. You gasp, hands reaching for the wall to try brace yourself. But you don’t need to do that, because before you can save yourself, you feel two hands, rough and strong, catch you. Aizawa’s fingers curl around your waist, and they’re so much bigger than yours. You glance up and now, he’s impossibly closer, just a breathe away from you.

Your face is hot as you speak and you’re happy that the darkness conceals it. “T-Thank you.”

Aizawa only nods, and when he lets go, you miss his hands on you the moment he does. It’s only a few moments longer before he finds out that you’re safe. The intruder, simply a petty thief with too much confidence, was caught. But you couldn’t care much about that. Your mind was too busy wondering somewhere else.

And after that, you start noticing him more. How the sun catches on his skin when you wander around the gardens. The strong line of his muscles when he stretches. It was undignified. You knew it was wrong to think about him like this but you couldn’t help it. You had no idea if he’d noticed it, but you elected to decide he didn’t. To save yourself the embarrassment if anything else.

But Aizawa can’t be anything to you. He’s your guard, for crying out loud, the man tasked with the job of taking care of you. If your father even got a whiff of something suspicious between the two of you, he’d be fired immediately. Or something worse.

The sun sets slowly outside the vast expanse of your bedroom windows. There’s nothing for you to do on evenings like this. The summer lets in a hot draft of air, and your nightgown sticks to your skin. The material is supposed to be light, breathable, but it suffocates you in the loneliness of your room.

You sit up on your bed, eyes darting towards the door of your bedroom, that you know Aizawa is standing behind.

It’s a stupid idea. Definitely. You don’t even think he’s even been in your room before, but. Maybe that could change today.

You slip on the robe hanging on your dressing room table. The floorboards are warm beneath your feet, and it takes thirty silent seconds for you to convince yourself to open the door. It creaks loudly into the empty corridors. You peek your head outside and Aizawa is already looking at you, startled by the sound of you opening the door. He’s leaning against the wall and you watch his eyes dart down to the expanse of your body, before landing back on your face. You note the slight redness on his face that wasn’t there a moment before.

“I- Aren’t you supposed to be in bed? Asleep?”

“It’s only seven in the evening. It’s still light outside.” You say.

Your fingers drum against the door. “I’m not tired. I’m bored, if anything.”

Aizawa nods slowly. His hair is loose today, and it’s grown much longer since when you first met.

“Am I supposed to do something about that?”

You feel your face heat a little. You feel stupid suddenly, with the way he’s looking at you.

“N-Nevermind. It’s fine, I-“

“You want me to keep you company?” He tilts his head.

You laugh nervously. “If- If you want. If you’re not busy.”

He hums under his breath. “I’m not. You’re inviting me into your room?”

Your hands hold your robe closed. The air is cooler outside, but you don’t think the goosebumps on your arms are from that. You feel shameless. Asking for him like this. But you think it’s too late to back out now.

“I- Well. I don’t think my father would like me running about the castle. Would you- You can come in here. If you’d like.” You swallow.

Aizawa just stares for a little. And just when you regret even getting out of your bed, he stands to his full height.

“Alright.”

He brushes past you and you step aside, shutting the door carefully behind you.

Your room feels different with a man inside of it. He walks around idly, taking it all in. It’s bare, if you’re being entirely honest. You wonder what he thinks but as usual he’s silent, his thoughts trapped in his head.

Your voice cuts out in the silence. “I like your hair.” You gesture towards the long black curls.

“It’s getting longer. You- It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

It’s awkward. Is it awkward? You can’t tell. You're sweating and you wish you could take your robe off but you think your nightgown is too revealing. You sit down on the edge of your bed.

“What do princesses do when they’re bored?” He muses.

You smile slightly. “Sit and think about my life, usually. Father keeps dropping hints about suitors.” You sigh. “I guess that’s the life waiting for me.”

Aizawa nods slowly. He drags the chair from your dressing table until it’s sitting in front of you. His knees brush against yours.

“You don’t sound very happy.” He mumbles.

You lick your lips. “No. Well. I don’t know.”

You cross your arms. His eyes feel heavy on you.

“I think that… I guess I’m nervous, if anything else. You never know who you’re marrying until you’re married.” You laugh slightly.

It’s not that funny. You wish it could be a decision you make on your own, but you are not nearly brave enough to bring the idea up to your father. You tell Aizawa as much, and he nods.

“I understand. It’s a frightening idea. Marrying a stranger.”

“Exactly. I understand my duties as a princess, but. You know. Makes me wonder.”

Aizawa leans back in his chair. “About what?”

“How… Things will happen. You know. Relationship things.”

Aizawa raises his eyebrows and your face heats.

“Scandalous.”

“Enough. I- It’s normal to- to wonder! Everybody does.” You whine, as he snorts a laugh.

“It’s- It’s a valid concern. God, I’ve never seen you show so much amusement before.” You groan.

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Apologies. Very valid concerns you have, princess.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Right. Though, Y/N feels inappropriate.”

“It is my name, after all.”

A small silence settles over the both of you. You fiddle with the edge of your robe.

“What are you scared about the most?” He asks.

You look up. He’s shaved the stubble on his face and he looks younger. His hands are clasped in front of him and you have the urge to reach over and grab them.

“Well, you know. The more intimate parts of it.”

The silence feels more awkward now. More tense.

“I see.”

You shake your head and tufts of hair slip out of the loose braid you’d put it in. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” He laughs.

“Like- Like I’m just a lustful teenager.”

You regret the words the second they leave your mouth. You shake your head, hand covering your mouth.

“I- please. Pretend I didn’t say that.” You mutter, face heating.

“Aw. You’ve gone all red.”

“Aizawa.”

He takes a deep breath. He pauses for a moment, like he’s thinking. “You can ask me, if you want.” He says the words quickly.

You freeze a little. “Ask… ask what?”

“About the intimate parts.”

You swallow roughly. You want to move away from him and get closer all at once. He’s had intimate moments. Your stomach pools with feelings you’re not used to. Jealousy?

“You’ve- Do you- Are you married?”

He scoffs. “No.”

You’re confused. You’re sure it’s visible in your face, because Aizawa winces a little.

“Well, I know it’s not exactly good of me, but I was young, and there was beautiful women in the villages we used to travel through.” He shrugs.

You nod slightly. “I- I understand.”

The idea of Aizawa, younger and probably fitter, with women. In villages, in their homes, in their rooms like he was in yours. Your face heats just thinking about it.

He smirks. It’s a new look you’re not sure if you love or hate.

“That too much for you, princess?”

You scoff. “No. No. It’s not.”

“I can tell you about it all. What it’s like to be with someone.”

What he says seems innocent enough, but the way he says it. There’s something else, something dangerous in his voice. And then a thought that enters your head. A thought that you think could send you straight to hell. But Aizawa has this look on his face. This look that you pray you are not reading wrong.

The room is silent for a moment. You lick your lips and watch him follow the movement.

“Can… Can you show me?”

For the first time it’s not you blushing a furious red. It’s Aizawa. It’s dusts his cheeks so cleanly and you can’t help but smile a little.

“Show you? Princess, I-“ He stutters, tripping over his words. “This is highly inappropriate. You’re father- if he found out-”

You inch closer.

“He won’t find out. Nobody even knows you’re in here.” You whisper. “And I wouldn’t be the first. I know girls who’ve.. who’ve- you know.”

He stands, chair scraping against the floor. He takes a few steps back, moving away from you. Aizawa looks at the wall, the floor anywhere but at you.

It’s nice to have the power between the two of you for once. You move towards him. You’re sure the light from the window catches on your robe, on the sheer material of your nightgown.

“I can’t do this. Y/N, please.” He speaks like the words hurt to leave his mouth. He walks towards the door, but he doesn’t leave. Just lingers, fingers ghosting the polished handle.

“Why? Why can’t we do this?”

“Because it’s wrong? Don’t be stupid.” He snaps.

“But you’re still here.”

Your voice is calm in comparison to the panic lacing his. You clasp your hands in front of you. Aizawa is still by the door, and the distance between you two is large. Large enough that you shouldn’t feel the anticipation that you do.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise. But… you’re still here. You haven’t left.”

You take a step forward.

“So, I Can only assume that i haven't. And that you’re interested?”

You pose your words like a question and he curses under his breath.

“This- This is bad. I’m your guard, for gods sake. You- And I’m older than you.”

You roll your eyes. “Only by four years.”

“That’s a lot of years.”

Your eyes dart to the ground. He hasn’t rejected you, but it feels like it, which only serves to make you feel stupid. Childish. You can’t imagine what he must think of you.

You sigh. “Well. If that’s what you think. So be it. Leave.”

But he doesn’t. The two of you just stand, staring at each other. You fiddle with the hem of your robe. And just when you think you might have to kick him out yourself, he strides towards you. You startle for just a second, but there’s no time to be shocked because his hands are gripping your face and he’s kissing you.

His lips are warm, and your teeth click against each other from your lack of practise, but it feels good. He grips your face like it’s the only thing keeping him a float. Your hands graze his cheek and you feel the stubble on his jaw catch against your skin.

Your whimper and Aizawa swallows it hungrily, tongue licking your own. He tastes like the expensive coffee your father imports from Mexico, and the low groan he makes as he bites your bottom lip stirs something in your gut.

Aizawa leans back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

The desperation in his voice makes heat pool in your gut, legs clenching together. You whine, hands clutching his shirt to pull him closer. “Stop talking.”

Aizawa tuts, one hand reaching up to clasp both of yours. He pulls them down and kisses your lips once more, down your jaw, achingly slow as he bites the soft skin on your neck.

“So much attitude.” He sighs. Your eyes flutter shut as he sucks a mark into your skin. “I’ll have to fuck that out of you.”

Your head drops back at his words, a shiver of anticipation crawling up your spine. You’ve seen Aizawa at his best, all stoic and controlled, and so you can’t be surprised by the way he takes the lead. His fingers interlock with yours as he takes you to your bed. You crawl on it, dropping back on the silk sheets. Aizawa towers over you, forearms resting next to your head as he kisses you once more.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He mumbles.

“Boring.”

He ghosts up your arm, landing on the knot of your robe. “Can I take this off?”

You nod. And he does, and the sheer nightgown you have on underneath suddenly feel like nothing. You’ve never had a man see this much of you, any of you, if you’re being completely honest. But he has this look of complete adoration as he scans the curves of you waist, running a hand up your thigh, that you feel no shame.

“I feel severely underdressed.”

He hushes you. He unbuttons his shirt, shucking off the layers of his uniform to reveal the defined muscle of his body underneath. You can’t help but shamelessly stare as he runs a hand through his hair, the black curls circling his face like a halo. His body is muscular, defined and littered with scars from his battles. Your hands trail over them and he just watches.

“You’re so…” Your words quieten at his rapt attention.

He smirks. “Come on. Use your words, baby.”

Your face heats and you turn away embarrassed. “I don't want to say it now.”

Aizawa grabs your chin, turns you back. You can see the different colour specks of brown in his eyes this close, and your fingers trace over the scar on his face.

“You tell me if you want to stop. Okay?”

You nod. It happens quickly, the way he slips off your nightgown and your undergarments. He does it slowly, unwrapping you like you’re a gift just for him.

But he doesn’t touch you.

He just lets your clothes drop on the floor as he unbuckles the belt around his waist. You wriggle restlessly on the bed, skin almost aching with how much you want him to. Your eyebrows furrow and your grip his arms. Aizawa is sitting back on his knees now, and he tilts his head a little. He leans down to your ear, breath hot against it.

“You want something from me?”

You try to speak but his hands reach up to your chest, ghosting over the hardened peak of your nipples. You gasp, back arching, voice lost.

“Anybody ever touched you like this before?”

You sink into his touch. “N-No. Nobody.” You mumble.

He rubs one nipple between his fingers, and it sends jolts of pleasure down your body. He bites the soft skin of your other breast. You wince slightly and he's licking over the mark before you can even say anything.

He moves his attention to the other nipple, eyes watching the expressions on your face. “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

You feel embarrassed to admit it, but you have. Desperate to feel that pleasure you’d read about in books and whispered in the halls of the castle. And you did, but this felt different. His fingers are rougher and more practised than your own, and it feels a million times better than anything you’d ever done to yourself.

“Yes, but. Not- Not for a while.”

It’s harder to speak when he presses his mouth over your breast, sucking you softly.

“You must be so frustrated.” He murmurs. “Poor girl. I’ll make it better.”

Any other time you might have made some retort back, but his finger starts rubbing light circles on your clit and you're moaning, nails digging into his skin. Your hips jump and it's uncanny how easily he can find where you need him to be. The pleasure feels too little and too much al at once. You’re soaked, arousal dripping down onto your thighs.

“Feels- Feels good, Aizawa.”

He tuts, finger dipping down to collect your arousal, as he keeps rubbing your clit in deliberate motions. “Shota.”

“Shota, fuck.” You breathe out.

“Such a bad mouth.”

Your legs shakily shut and he easily pulls them apart. “You’re shivering. We can stop anytime you want.”

His voice is low and rumbling in his chest and you know it’s the last thing you want.

“No. No, please.” You laugh, a little nervous and a little breathless.

He splits your folds open and one hand squeezes your thigh as the other dips inside you. His finger is longer than your own, reaches further, and a strangled noise slips past your lips. Aizawa licks a stripe up your neck as he starts a steady rhythm pumping inside you.

“You like that?”

It's an unfair question. Highly unfair, especially considering the fact that your hips are bucking erratically as he presses them deeper and deeper. Your pussy is making a loud wet noise that makes you face heat, but feels good enough that you don’t let the embarrassment matter. You mumble his name as he presses another one in, scissoring his fingers. It dawns on you that he’s preparing your for something bigger, for him, and you wonder how you can fit in anything else considering how full you already feel.

Aizawa sighs. “You need to calm down, pretty girl, you're squeezing me so hard. Relax, okay?” He coaxes you, his voice smooth and soft.

It feels weird having another persons fingers inside you. You’re not sure it feels entirely good, but then he curls them and the pads press against something that has your hips jerking and you sitting up.

“What- What was that?” You breathe, eyes wide.

Aizawa just laughs and presses into it again, and your hands claw at the bedsheets. You feel so full of him, so sensitive that when he starts rubbing your clit once more you know your orgasm is coming.

“Oh- Shota, I-I’m close.”

Aizawa swallows your whines with a kiss, and when your orgasm hits you it's slow, your body clenching as it travels through your body. Your walls clench around him and he sighs against your lips.

Your head drops onto the pillows. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Shota.” You whisper.

“Don't worry.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ve got you.”

Aizawa pulls down his underwear. And when he pulls himself out you find that you’re staring all over again. You don’t have anything to go by, but you assume hes well-endowed, long and curved as he pumps himself lightly. You reach out and touch him the noise he makes turns you on all over again. His hand grabs yours and pulls you away.

“You don’t have to.” He swallows and you frown.

“I want to.” You plead, but he lets your hands fall to your sides.

“Tonight is about you. You’ll have time for that another day.”

The promise of doing this again makes you compliant, but you still let your hands run over his skin dangerously close. He smirks just slightly, shaking his head. He presses a kiss on one of your wrists.

“One of these days I’ll tie you to this bed and teach you how to listen.”

Whether it’s a threat or a promise, it does its job in making you comply. Aizawa grinds over you once, and he's so hot, so warm and you sigh. You try to tilt your hips into his but he holds you down effortlessly.

“We need to be careful.” He warns. “If- If you-”

“I won’t.” You cut him off. You smile as reassuring as you can without your impatience shining through.

Aizawa grabs himself at the base, lining himself up. You watch with bated breath as he begins the slow push inside. Your fingers clench his arm and shut your eyes, small whimpers leaving you as your walls stretch. It burns, the sting unfamiliar.

When you open your eyes you find he’s looking at you intensely. Gaging your reactions. He stops the push when you still for too long, but you shake your head.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“You sure?” There's a crease of worry between his eyebrows and your heart tugs at how concerned he is for you.

“Yes. Please.”

He kisses your cheek once more. “Just try and relax, okay?” You nod quickly.

He starts pushing again, and the pain lessens as each second goes by, and you let out little noises and whines.

“God, you- You’re clenching so hard-” His words break off with a groan. “Just-”

You can feel him throb inside you and you moan. The sight before you is one you can’t forget, his chest flushed and his muscles flexing as he tries to control himself.

“I’m okay, Shota. You can- You can move.” Your say, hands coming up to circle his neck.

And your express consent is enough for him to rock his length in and out of you once. Then again, and in a steady motion that has you dropping your head on his shoulder. He bottoms out and both of your fevered breaths fill your empty room. The suns almost set, and the almost darkness makes everything feel that much more intimate.

“So full, Shota.” You utter, mindless as Aizawa hisses.

“You okay?”

You nod, wrapping your legs up around his waist, and you can feel the drag of him against your walls. He hits that spot again and you almost scream, and he shushes you quickly.

“You, fuck, you need to be quiet. Someone could hear us.” He whispers against your mouth, punctuating his words with a kiss.

You whimper, the sound of your thighs slapping against each other as pleasure rips through you. Your skin feels tingly, electric as he hits the spot over and over.

“So unfair. You don’t even know.” He groans into your skin.

You’d ask him what he means but words seem to leave you, too focused on not waking up the castle with your screams. He’s slow and sensual, deep rolls that hit that spot inside him until you’re a mess beneath him. His fingers press bruises into your hips and your eyes tear up.

It’s nothing like you’d imagined. You know this moment should be saved for a husband and wife. You can almost feel the warmth of fire from the hell you will probably be damned too, but you don’t care. Because you think you love him. And you don’t know if this will ever happen again, if he will regret this moment later, so you’ll take what you can.

“Feels good?” He asks, and you're nodding before he even finishes speaking.

“Feels good.” And the tears fall, and you realise, with the slow way he moves, that it isn't enough.

“Shota-”

“What do you want, baby?” He grits his teeth. “Tell me.”

“Harder. You-”

Aizawa slows, brows furrowing with the effort it takes for him to slow down. “What?”

“Want you to fuck me harder. Please.” You plead, and the words sound so filthy.

He makes a noise that's half a laugh and half a moan.”Yeah?” His hips thrust into you hard and you yelp. “Like that?”

Your body buzzes with the feeling and you nod. “Yes. I- Yes.”

He nods too, burying his head in the crook of your shoulders. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

Your nails scratch lines down his back. The new found pressure he fucks you with makes you realise how close you are, your thoughts slow and stupid, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to stand another man touching you again.

“M’close, Shota.” You groan. “Gonna cum-”

Aizawa is more vocal than you’ve ever heard him, his words slipping out his mouth as his thumbs rolls over your clit at the same time he pushes you down hard onto your bed and you’re done. Your eyes squeeze shut and you bite your lip to stop the scream that almost leaves you. Your body shudders from the force of the orgasm that hits you. It’s not like your first, it's fast and sudden, and your head spins as you make a low noise in the back of your throat.

Aizawa only lasts a moment before he pulls out, finishing over your stomach. The two of you breathe heavily, foreheads pressed against each other as your bodies come down from their highs. You grab his face, kissing him once more before you drop onto the sheets.

Aizawa falls besides you. He screws his eyes shut.

“Your father is going to murder me. Have me hung in front of the entire kingdom.”

You snort. “He won’t find out. If you go back to your post. After you get me a towel.”

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IMBACKKKKK omg i missed writIng i missed all u lovely readers

my last exam is actually on the 20th... but i got this request agesss ago and writing it was so fun i couldnt put it down once i started

guys icl like im such a bit fat virgin..? all my smut knowledge is from fanfics LMAO i have never even held a mans hand before so like plz bare with if some of my smut is not actually doable..

ANYWAYS! next fic posted will be a ot 2 to that hawks fic so.. stayed tuned... and ILY ALL!

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writeriguess · 2 months ago

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Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa and Hawks (and Dabi or Fatgum if you can and want) if you don't mind where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain (or another vilain) and the students of UA and was found injured

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

You were barely conscious when they found you. The sharp sting of pain in your ribs, the sticky warmth of blood on your skin—it was all secondary to the ringing in your ears. You could hear muffled voices, urgent and frantic, but the darkness tugging at you was persistent.

And then you felt him.

Rough, calloused hands gripping your wrist, checking your pulse. The shift of fabric as someone crouched beside you. Then—his voice. Low and steady, but frayed at the edges.

“Y/N. Stay with me.”

Aizawa.

You wanted to respond, to reassure him, but your body refused to cooperate. You felt a hand press against your cheek—warm, grounding.

“You better not fucking die on me.”

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

The steady beep of a heart monitor greeted you when you woke. Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and breathing sent sharp pain through your ribs. The too-white hospital lights burned into your retinas as you forced your eyes open.

A figure sat beside your bed, arms crossed, eyes dark.

Aizawa.

His gaze snapped to yours the second you stirred. Relief flickered across his face, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by something colder.

“You’re a damn idiot.”

Your throat was dry, voice raspy. “Good morning to you too.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Don’t.”

You swallowed hard. “Shouta—”

“You almost died,” he interrupted, voice eerily even. “In front of my students. In front of me.”

The weight of those words pressed down on you. You had seen Aizawa mad before—at reckless students, at irritating paperwork, at stubborn higher-ups. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just anger. It was fear, buried deep beneath his exhaustion.

You tried to sit up, but he immediately pushed you back down with a firm hand.

“Stay still.”

You exhaled, wincing at the tightness in your chest. “The students—”

“They’re fine.” His fingers curled into his sleeves. “They wouldn’t have been if you bled out in front of them.”

“I had to step in,” you murmured. “They’re still kids, Shouta. You know that.”

His hands clenched. “I also know that you’re not invincible.”

“I never said I was.”

“Then why the hell did you act like it?” His voice rose slightly, raw with frustration. “Do you even know what it felt like? Watching you drop? Seeing you covered in blood and not knowing if you were going to make it?”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. “Shouta…”

“You were reckless.” His dark eyes burned into yours. “And if I hadn’t gotten to you in time, I’d be sitting in a morgue instead of a hospital room.”

You felt the bed dip as he leaned in, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was unkempt, his under-eyes darker than usual. Had he even slept?

“I can’t do this,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened, but not from the pain this time. You reached for his hand, fingers brushing his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face before finally looking at you again. “Just… don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough.”

You squeezed his hand. “I promise.”

Aizawa studied you for a long moment before sighing. He let his head drop slightly, his forehead just barely touching your arm. His grip on your hand tightened, grounding both of you.

“Good.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Pain was the first thing you noticed. It radiated through your body in sharp, pulsing waves, making it hard to breathe. Your limbs felt heavy, your mind sluggish. Distantly, you registered the scent of smoke, the crackling of fire, and the sound of distant shouting.

And then—wings.

A gust of air brushed over you, followed by the rapid thud of boots against the pavement. A voice—frantic, desperate—cut through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N!”

A familiar warmth wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly. You barely registered the red feathers encircling your body, supporting your weight as you were cradled against something solid and warm.

“H-Hey, stay with me,” the voice pleaded. “C’mon, baby bird, open those pretty eyes for me.”

You wanted to respond—to tell him you were still there—but your body refused to obey. The darkness pulled at you, and this time, you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

The steady beep of a heart monitor was the next thing you heard. The scent of antiseptic burned your nose, and your entire body ached like you had gone ten rounds with a Nomu. You forced your eyes open, wincing at the sterile brightness of the hospital room.

And then you saw him.

Keigo sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. His golden eyes were fixed on the floor, but his wings twitched with restless energy. The usual lazy smirk was gone.

You licked your cracked lips. “Keigo…”

His head snapped up so fast you thought he might get whiplash. His wings flared slightly, his eyes wide with something raw.

“You’re awake.”

You tried to smile. “That obvious?”

The reaction you expected—his usual teasing, a cocky quip—never came. Instead, Keigo surged forward, cupping your face between his hands. His touch was gentle, but his fingers trembled against your skin.

“You scared me,” he breathed. His voice, usually so light and carefree, was barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard. “Keigo, I—”

“No.” His grip tightened, just enough to keep you there, to keep you looking at him. “You don’t get to pull that shit on me.”

Your throat tightened at the raw emotion in his voice. “Keigo…”

“I saw you bleeding out,” he continued, his wings drooping. “You were lying there, and I—I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

You knew he was fast. Faster than anyone. But even Hawks had limits.

“You got to me,” you murmured.

“Barely.” He let out a hollow laugh. “I’m the number two hero, and I still wasn’t fast enough. What the hell kind of hero am I if I can’t even protect the person I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply.

Your heart ached at the frustration in his voice.

“You did protect me,” you insisted. “If it weren’t for you, I might not be here at all.”

Keigo shook his head, golden eyes flashing. “I should’ve been there—”

“Keigo.” You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing his wrist. He immediately caught your hand in both of his, gripping it like a lifeline.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the quiet beeping of the monitor. Keigo bowed his head, pressing his forehead against your knuckles. His hands were warm, but they trembled slightly against yours.

“I can’t do this again,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened. You had seen Keigo flirt his way out of countless situations, had watched him laugh in the face of danger. But this? This was real. Unfiltered. Raw.

You squeezed his hand. “You won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Promise me.”

You gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster. “I promise.”

Keigo exhaled sharply before shifting forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His wings curled slightly around the bed, as if shielding you from the rest of the world.

“You’re never scaring me like that again,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “I’ll try.”

Keigo let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on your hand never loosening. “That’s not good enough.”

You cracked an eye open, smirking despite the pain. “I promise.”

This time, he smiled too. It was small, a little broken, but real.

Dabi

Pain clawed through your body like a wildfire, searing and unrelenting. The world around you was a blur of destruction—smoke curling into the night sky, the acrid scent of burned concrete and singed flesh thick in the air. The muffled sounds of battle were fading now, distant, like they belonged to another world.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lying there.

Somewhere in the haze, you heard boots scraping against the rubble. The slow, deliberate pace sent a shiver down your spine, even in your half-conscious state. Then, a familiar voice cut through the ringing in your ears, rough and laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Oh, hell no. You are not dying on me, sweetheart.”

The warmth of calloused hands ghosted over your cheek, tilting your head ever so slightly. A thumb brushed against your blood-smeared skin, just light enough to ground you.

You knew that voice. You knew that touch.

Dabi.

You tried to speak, but your throat was raw—probably from screaming. The only sound you managed was a weak rasp.

Dabi’s hands twitched against you. His movements weren’t rushed, but there was a tension in his body, coiled tight beneath his patchwork skin. His breath was uneven.

“You look like shit,” he muttered, but the usual sarcasm was absent.

You let out something between a laugh and a cough, pain flaring in your ribs. Dabi’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into the tattered fabric of your suit.

“Dammit, Y/N,” he growled. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You tried to blink the blurriness from your vision, swallowing hard. “Students… they needed help…”

Dabi exhaled sharply through his nose. “Yeah? And who the hell was supposed to help you?”

Your body felt impossibly heavy, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. “Didn’t… think that far ahead.”

A dark chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. “No shit.”

A moment passed. Then another. The distant chaos of sirens filled the background, but Dabi wasn’t moving.

Your vision cleared just enough to see his expression—his usual smirk was gone. His blue eyes, always filled with mischief or malice, were stormy, dark.

You had seen Dabi angry before. You had seen him cruel, amused, even amused at cruelty.

But this? This was different.

His jaw tightened. His fingers dug into your suit. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Your breath hitched. “You… care that much?”

Dabi let out a sharp laugh. “Don’t act so surprised, sweetheart.”

His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges. He glanced away for half a second, running a hand through his wild black hair. The soft glow of flames reflected in the staples lining his face.

“I thought you were dead,” he admitted. “For a second. And that second sucked.”

You exhaled a weak chuckle. “That bad, huh?”

His gaze snapped back to you, sharp and burning. “You think this is funny?”

The heat in his tone startled you. You had never seen him like this before.

“You don’t get it,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You don’t get what it would’ve done to me if you actually died.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Dabi’s fingers traced the edges of your bruised cheek, his touch uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t do attachments,” he muttered. “Never have. They make you weak. But you?” He exhaled harshly. “You fucked me up, Y/N.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“I don’t know how to do this shit,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to care about someone without it ruining me. But here I am, sitting in a pile of rubble, begging you to stay alive.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Then, after a long moment, Dabi scoffed. “Tch. I probably sound pathetic.”

You mustered whatever strength you had left, lifting a trembling hand to cup his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your fingers—always running hot, like he was seconds away from burning the whole world down.

“You don’t,” you whispered. “Not to me.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he surged forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath was hot against your lips, his grip firm on your wrist.

“You’re not allowed to die,” he murmured. “Got it?”

You nodded weakly. “Got it.”

Dabi exhaled, his grip on you never loosening.

And for once, he didn’t try to hide the way his hands trembled.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder. Every breath sent sharp pain slicing through your ribs, and your limbs refused to move the way you wanted. The ground beneath you was rough, littered with debris, and the distant sound of sirens barely registered through the dull ringing in your ears.

You had fought hard. Maybe too hard.

The students… you remembered them. You had jumped in before the villain’s attack could reach them. You knew you’d get hurt, but that didn’t matter at the time. You just needed to protect them.

Now, as the world around you blurred in and out of focus, you started to regret how reckless you had been.

Then, a shadow loomed over you. Heavy boots pounded against the broken pavement, followed by the sound of something massive shifting. A warm, familiar voice—usually so full of energy—was laced with something you had never heard from him before.

Panic.

“Oi! Y/N—! Stay with me, ya hear?”

You felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you with almost ridiculous ease. The warmth of his body surrounded you, and even in your dazed state, you recognized it.

“Tai…” you murmured, voice hoarse.

His grip tightened. “Aw, hell—why’d ya have to go an’ do somethin’ so damn reckless?!”

You could hear the strain in his voice, the way it wavered ever so slightly. You had never heard Fatgum sound scared before.

“Had to… help,” you whispered.

Taishiro let out a sharp breath, adjusting you carefully in his hold. His usually cheerful expression was twisted into something pained, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.

“Help? Y/N, ya almost died,” he gritted out. “What kinda help is that, huh?”

You managed a weak chuckle. “The good kind?”

Taishiro let out a deep, frustrated sigh, but his arms never loosened around you. You could feel the way his body trembled—something completely foreign for a man built like a fortress.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he muttered.

Your eyelids grew heavier, exhaustion tugging at you. You felt warm—safe, despite the pain—but you couldn’t fight the weight dragging you down.

“No, no, no—hey, don’t you go closin’ those eyes on me,” Taishiro warned, his voice low and urgent. “You stay with me, Y/N.”

“Tired,” you murmured.

“I don’t care,” he snapped, his grip tightening just a bit. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, ya hear me?”

You forced your eyes open, just barely. Taishiro’s face was close to yours now, his expression raw. His usual grin was gone, replaced with something that made your chest ache.

You had seen him in the middle of battle, had watched him take brutal hits with a laugh, but you had never seen him like this.

“C’mon, sugar,” he pleaded, his voice softer now. “I need ya to hold on.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus. “I’m here.”

Taishiro let out a shaky breath, his arms adjusting around you as he pulled you closer. “Good,” he murmured. “That’s real good.”

The sirens were getting closer now. Help was coming. But Taishiro didn’t let go, didn’t shift his grip.

He just held you.

And for the first time in your life, you saw Fatgum without his usual smile—without his endless optimism. Just Taishiro. Just the man who was terrified of losing you.

“I got ya,” he whispered. “I got ya, Y/N. Always.”

And this time, you believed him.

#aizawa shota x reader #eraserhead x reader #keigo takami x reader #touya todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #my hero academia #fatgum x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #bnha #mha #mha fanfiction

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etherealvampire6 · 4 months ago

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Shota Aizawa Headcannons

|дﾟ)ﾉ Most of these headcannons are not mine and I do not take credit for all of them. But I just remembered reading them from many different platforms, so credit to the people who did think of most of these!

If he has a crush on you ೃ⁀➷

● At first, Aizawa would be in complete denial.

●The realization wouldn’t hit him all at once—it would creep up on him over time. Maybe he catches himself thinking about you on his way home or noticing when you’re absent more than he would with anyone else.

● At first, he rationalizes it. Your a close friend. We work together all the time. It’s normal to think about you.

●But then it keeps happening. He finds himself anticipating your reactions in conversations, noticing when you seem off before anyone else does, and feeling a little more at ease whenever you’re around. That’s when it starts to bother him.

●He became hyper aware of you. Listening intently on whatever you had to say.

● He doesn't remember a time when he'd actually liked ANYBODY romantically. So it was a surprise to him when Mic told him he was feeling 'butterflies'for you. And that he was developing a big fat crush.

● His initial thought? This is a problem.

●Aizawa isn’t the type to welcome strong emotions, especially ones that make him vulnerable. He’s been through too much, lost too many people. Letting someone get that close is dangerous and he doesnt know if he could take it. So his first instinct is to push it down, to convince himself it’s nothing.

●He’d shut down any thought of it being more than respect because admitting otherwise would mean confronting something he’s not ready for.

● Every time he catches himself watching you too long, he forces himself to look away. If his heart picks up when you smile at him, he ignores it. If he feels a little lighter when you’re around, he tells himself it’s just because you’re easy to talk to.

● He’s would have to have been your friend for a while to actually find a connection with you to feel this way, but your just his friend—of course, he cares. That’s all it is.

● He notices how his mood shifts depending on how you’re doing. If you’re stressed, he finds himself wanting to ease the burden, even if it’s just by taking an extra task off your plate. If you’re laughing, he finds himself more at ease, like the tension in his chest loosens just from hearing it. And when you’re in danger—even in a controlled training scenario—there’s a sharp, involuntary spike of protectiveness that he can’t explain away.

● Still, he crushes it down. He’s lost too much already. Letting someone in like that? That’s not something he can afford. So he tells himself, over and over:

● Your just a close friend. And it stays like that for a while.

● At some point, no amount of rationalizing works anymore.

●Maybe it’s a quiet moment—just the two of you, sitting in the teachers' lounge after a long day, the air thick with exhaustion but comfortable. You’re rambling about something, maybe venting about paperwork or laughing at a dumb joke Hizashi made earlier, and he realizes—this is different.

● He’s not just protective of you because you’re a coworker. He doesn’t just respect you because you’re strong and capable. He likes you. In a way that terrifies him.

● When he accepts his feelings for you, he also starts realizing why he likes you. You care for his students the same way he does, you want to push them to their limits to ensure their prepared, people feel safe in your presence, and best of all. You were kind. There were so many things he didn't even think were special about you at first.

●But the second that realization settles in, so does something else: He can’t do anything about it.

●If he did, it would change things. Right now, you’re his closest friend, someone he trusts completely. If he confessed, and you didn’t feel the same, it would make everything awkward. And even if you did like him back, it would mean opening himself up to something dangerous—something fragile. He’s lost people before.

●He knows what it’s like to let someone in, only to have them ripped away. If you were just a friend, it was easier to pretend you were safe. But if you were something more? If things were official, then losing you would mean losing a part of himself.

● So he keeps his feelings locked up, refusing to risk it.

● Instead, he settles for what he can do. He talks to you like normal, acts like nothing has changed.

● But if someone were paying attention, they’d notice the little things—how he always makes sure there’s a chair open next to him when you walk into the room, how his usually tired voice gains just a bit more energy when you’re involved in the conversation, how he watches you more than he should, like memorizing your presence without realizing it.

● You never notice the way his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out but won’t let himself. Or how he lingers for a second too long when you say goodnight after a late shift, like he’s reluctant to watch you leave.

● You’re still his closest friend. And as much as it hurts, that has to be enough.

● But when he does accept it, nothing changes. He still has his mind set on keeping you as just a friend, just his coworker or whoever you are.

● A lot of fics involving him have him pounce on you just because you do something he likes or you did something on 'purpose' he likes just to flirt with him. He is not that lustful, especially if he's not even dating you.

● Some fics also don't look into what it would mean if he did have a crush on you. It'd take some time for him to accept it, and even more time for him to express those feelings. I can see him wanting to be careful with these new feelings and act rational about it, not randomly pinning you against the wall and being aggressive while confessing.

● You would only stay a crush for a long time. Your somebody he respects and somebody important. He'd make sure he knows you might even consider him a dating option. He would think about your feelings as well.

If he was dating you ೃ⁀➷

● It took him a while to even consider a relationship. He was convinced no problems would be created if he'd just left his feelings alone and continued life the way it was.

● But he'd realized it wasn't very rational of him to be pushing you and his feelings away because of fear. Afterall, being rational was his whole motto.

● I can only see him dating somebody he has a real connection and past with. If you were somebody he'd just met a few months ago I doubt he'd feel any strong feelings for you.

● At the start of the relationship, he didn't feel like anything changed. You both knew tons about each other so nothing really felt awkward, you didn't have to start out like normal couples do.

● He would talk to you as he normally did, but now that he's accepted that he might actually love you, he's definitely more affectionate when speaking to you. He wasn't just your friend anymore.

● He's in it for the long run. Hes already in his 30s. He doesn't even know what a situationship is. Hell, girlfriend didn't even sound right to him. You were unofficially his wife.

● He doesn't entertain any unnecessary drama. If your committing acts that he finds disloyal or crude just to get his attention, or for the sake of it. He wouldn't think twice about leaving you, maybe even forcing himself to forget you. But he wouldn't be dating you if that was the kind of person you were.

● Doesn't feel the need to constantly check on your location or ask where you are. he'll ask once, and then he'll go about his tasks when you two are apart. If he didn't trust you could take care of yourself he wouldn't be dating you. Your grown and he trusts you completely. He shouldn't have to check on you like a child.

● He shouldn't have to feel he might lose you constantly even more than he does. You should be able to keep yourself safe if he's not around, so his fear of losing you isn't 10x worse.

● He isn't overly protective of you outside of battle, and he isn't controlling. If you need his assistance he'll be there as long as you voice your need for him to step in, or he'll step in himself if he can tell you might need help.

● Same goes for in battle, he fully trusts in your abilities to protect yourself. But if he knows he can help and protect you in any way he's already there. He can't lose you.

● He isn't controlling. Once again, you're a grown adult who can make your own decisions. And if you do something he isn't comfortable with you doing, he'll tell you,

But he wouldn't want to have you follow his every request and demand. plus, he doesn't really mind the stuff you be doing, he trusts that you would never cheat or do something harmful.

● He doesn't show you off outright, he prefers to keep his private life PRIVATE. But he also isn't afraid to talk about his wife to others, he's quite fond of you. and would immediately put a stop to any disrespect towards you (he almost expelled mineta for this)

● He isn't overly affectionate, but he also isn't afraid to show his love for you. having a bad day? he isn't afraid of hugs.

● He isn't a big fan of PDA. Hes a very private man. but he'll occasionally guide you with his hand on the small of your back or holding your wrist or hand for a short amount of time in public.

● Away from the crowd, though, is when he really shows you how he feels. Holding your hands, cupping your cheek, brushing hair out your face, and hands on your waist occasionally.

● He's never felt romantic feelings for anybody until you stole his heart. So he found himself learning new things about what makes his heart skip a beat. Which is almost everything. (He's a very touchstarved man, has always been reserved)

● His favorite form of touching is you sitting on him on the couch or the bed, your arms around his neck and face tucked into his hair or scarf, with his arms hugging you tight. It doesn't even have to be dirty. He loves hugging you this way.

● He knows what things you like, he has never felt pressured by you to impress you with exquisite dates and fancy and expensive gifts.

● You'll go on a date once every 2 or 4 months, and the date is meaningful instead of pricy, so are his rare gifts. He won't say its a gift, just something he picked up that made him think of you.

● Yes, he's a tired man, but that doesn't make him a bad boyfriend. I dont know why people make him out to be a slacker when it comes to putting any effort into a relationship. He's fully capable of having a balance in his life that doesn't clash with your relationship. Yes, he does push people away out of fear, but after he made up his decision to love you, he wouldn't ruin it by being a jackass.

● He can appear rude to others, mainly because he doesn't filter his words or ideas for others. He often comes off as cold, apathetic, and impatient, exerting very little energy in most situations. But really his interior is different from how people view him. He wouldn't be as cold and distant after deciding on having a relationship, if he wasn't ready he wouldn't be dating you.

● He doesn't keep up with his appearance but he still keeps up with his hygiene. There's a difference. And after his first shared shower with you, it turned into one of his favorite things. (Secretly he loves your fancy soaps)

● The both of you shared your boundaries long ago, and they seemed to be working well. You needed space? That's perfectly fine. He needs to get some stuff done anyway.

● He takes naps all day in school, and he knows you don't. so when it's time to come home, you're already asleep while he's cooking for you or grading papers. You graded your papers during the school day, and he did it while you were asleep or on your patrol. Usually your routines never clashed in a negative way.

● Though sometimes he's able to put his work aside for come join you. He loves sleep more then work anyways.

● But don't think he'll disregard his job as a teacher at your request. You wouldn't, and one of his favorite things about you is that your passionate about your work as well.

● cooking! A hc I love was that his mama was a foodie. and he was forced to learn all types of cooking styles. but before you moved in he lived off occasional small snacks and Ramen. not anymore! he cares way more about your health then his, your the same way. So dinner is prepared once in a while when you both have time.

● He wouldn't be jealous of any guy or women that talks to you, but if it was downright obvious they were flirting with you. He'll glare at them, sometimes even using his quirk to scare them, and the flirter usually gets uncomfortable just from the intensity of his gaze. If not, either you shut them down or him. And his way might not be as nice.

● He values silence as much as your presence. You don't always need to talk; just existing in the same place is enough for him. But when he does talk, his words are thoughtful and deliberate if not in a sarcastic manner.

● Life with him is pretty uniform, but never boring. His job is full of chaos and unpredictability, so he craves consistency. He likes knowing you'll be there at the end of the day.

● He isn't blind, he analyzes the thing you do and like and remembers them. He knows how you like your coffee, your habits, your weird need to reorganize the bed pillows everyday (which he doesn't mind as long as it doesn't interfere with his nap time) and the things that comfort you or make you feel excited about.

● He might not say I love you often, but you know he does. he shows it to you everyday through his actions.

● him calling you kitten as a nickname feels cringe. Kitten is a baby cat and calling a grown adult it makes it feel like a predators fetish. He would call you Y/n, maybe even call you baby (yes baby is for young children but its been more normalized fas being a nickname for someones sweetheart) or even call you honey further into the relationship. You'd have to initiate it at first though, then it'd become normal for him.

● he won't say he misses you, but will say something like "you were gone for too long"

General Headcannons ೃ⁀➷

●He let's eri do his hair, never his makeup. Only when she's feeling down.

● He needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them in front of others. Having a quirk that messes with the healthy part of his eyes made glasses a need.

● He dislikes when people are unpunctual (Present mic in most cases)

● Shota likes cats. In fact, he still owns the cat Shirakumo rescued back in high school when it was a kitten.

● His room is quite empty, which reflects his apathetic behavior.

● Shota's specialty is short-length sneak attacks.

● Shota is a social drinker. (I believe this is actually cannon but I forgot what Manga panel showed this)

● He's the mayor of a Minecraft world class 1A created and regularly plays (he's never joined, not once)

#bnha #mha #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa #eraserhead x reader #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #aizawa headcanons #shota aizawa headcanons #mha headcanons

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