#aizawa fluff

[luvseraphh]

ᯓ★ parenting

parenting s. aizawa

in which aizawa has to leave eri with mic in order to take care of you

notes sick ! reader , fluff

you pouted up at your tired boyfriend as he played with your hair, the warm washcloth warming up your forehead.

"i'm sorry," you softly apologize.

"for what?" he asks, genuine curiosity on his face.

"you basically had to take a break from parenting to come and parent me," you reply with a soft laugh, although there was no humor in your words. you were being genuine.

"do you know what my job is?" he playfully retorts, trying to lighten the mood between the two of you.

"yeah, but..." you trail off, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you try to find the right words to apologize.

"listen to me. i'm here because i want to be, not because you made me be here. i want to help you get better. and you don't have to apologize for me loving you," he sincerely affirmed, looking straight into your soul with warm and loving eyes.

"thank you, shota," you smile up at him.

"you're welcome."

[sugarwarachan]

if you have anymore touchstarved!aizawa in the vault, dont be afraid to share 👀

nonnie i'm being so serious right now i have an insane amount of touchstarved! headcanons for this man, i think about his exhausted ass all day long 😩 part one here

touchstarved!aizawa who has a visceral hunger for you, mouth drying up and fists clenching whenever he sees you

touchstarved!aizawa who denies the attraction even while he’s panting into his sheets late at night, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock

touchstarved!aizawa who’s so afraid of being hurt, but who practically collapses into you when you kiss him for the first time

touchstarved!aizawa who inhales you, big hands moving over your hips, your lower back, your shoulders, your neck—he can’t get you close enough

touchstarved!aizawa who works himself so slowly into you, hissing between his teeth when he bottoms out, hands like a vice around the meat of your hips, “that’s it sweetheart, ride me nice and slow—need to feel how badly you fuckin’ need me”

touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than waking up with his thigh wedged between your cunt, your name already on his lips, one hand coming down to grind you against him, “good morning to you too princess” (biting my fingers off)

touchstarved!aizawa who's gotten one taste of you and vows never to go without you again

a/n: being a source of comfort for this man?? screaming into a pillow likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated, more to come 😘

[kitkat13001]

you have no idea how aizawa has put up with you for this long. 

“shota, baby, i need your help.”

you’ve practically got a master’s degree in bullshit, but even you’re struggling to keep it together with this one. 

you’d just called him up on the phone with what’s probably one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had, and now you’re trying to keep your voice even. 

“what is it, doll?”

you cover your mouth to keep from giggling and take a breath. “i’m in the kitchen right now and i can’t find the matterdaddy.”

“what?”

you cover the receiver and muffle a snort into the couch cushions. “i can’t find the matterdaddy, do you know where it is?”

“what the hell is the matterdaddy?”

he realizes as soon as it leaves his mouth and he heaves a great, disappointed sigh as you burst into raucous laughter. 

“i don’t know, daddy, what’s the matter with you?”

he makes a noise of distaste. “you’re depraved.”

“and you’ve got ‘gullible’ written all over your forehead,” you giggle. 

“i’m hanging up the phone now.”

“m’kay,” you hum, catching your breath. “have a good rest of your patrol. love you, mwah.”

he makes a low hum back. “i’ll try. love you too.”

“no kiss back?” you tease before he can hang up. he sighs loudly again, but you hear the soft smack of his lips on the other end as he pecks the receiver before the line goes silent. 

masterlist — dividers by @/saradika graphics — saw this reel n couldn’t stop giggling. may or may not be down bad 🤭

[miss-jaye]

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."

[tired-teacher-blog]

Aizawa teaches you how he likes it..

I don't even know what this is, but here, take it.

_ "Are you sure about this love?" he blinked a few times as a stunned expression took over the amused one he had on moments ago.

Your request was one that he has never heard you utter before now, and he had to make sure you meant every word coming out of your mouth.

_ "Yes! Yes I'm sure!" you grabbed onto his shirt as you finally settled on his lap, straddling and trapping him between your thighs, "I want to give you a blowjob." and your confidence and shamelessness were seriously baffling..

He needed to take a second and let it all sink in, you have never done this with him before, and he knows for a fact, that you have never done it with anyone else either, so what if it was too much for you to handle? He couldn't allow himself to hurt or overwhelm you in anyway.

However, the look on your face was one of determination and excitement for the experience, and he couldn't find it in himself to just say "no" to you, truth be told, he was instantly turned on the moment he heard the words leaving your mouth.

_ "Okay, fine, but there are a few things that you'll have to learn first, are you willing to do that?" he asked in a gentle tone as he placed his hands on your thighs.

_ "I'll do anything." and the smile brightening your features lured a loving one to appear upon his face.

_ "Alright sweetheart, first I need you to open your mouth slightly, can you do that for me?" he requested in a soothing voice while running his thumb along your soft lips.

You couldn't understand the meaning of his demand but didn't want to question him either, you trust him too much to doubt anything he does, and so, you nodded in agreement and did as he asked.

_ "That's it, that's my good girl," his sweet words filled you with pride, "now I'm going to put my finger in, and all I need you to do is close your mouth around it, is that okay for you?"

Heat was rising in your body, and the anticipation of what was coming sent a shiver up your spine.

You nodded fervently and watched as he slipped his index finger inside, before wrapping your lips around it.

_ "You're doing very well princess," you could clearly tell he was fighting the urge to let out a groan as he watched you following his orders obediently, "now, I need you to place your tongue on the tip of my finger and keep it there until I tell you otherwise, are you comfortable with that?"

Hearing him gently asking if you were okay with every step he took, warmed up your heart and made you want to learn quickly so you could make him feel as good as he always makes you feel.

You hummed around his digit and knitted your eyebrows in concentration as you twisted your tongue to press it against the tip of his finger.

_ "That's perfect, now stay like that for a moment."

Your eyes were shining in eagerness as they saw the amused smirk curving up his lips, and your heart was pounding in excitement as you waited for him to speak again.

_ "You're driving me out of my mind princess," he let out a frustrated sigh and licked his lips before carrying on, "listen carefully love, what I want you to do now is lick around my finger, is that okay?"

Your breath hitched in your throat while hearing his words, not because it was too much for you to follow, but because you weren't certain of your ability to handle anymore of this teasing.

You started moving your tongue carefully around his finger, covering every inch of the long digit inside your mouth while keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

He looked enticing as he coached you, with his luscious hair resting on his broad shoulders, his piercing eyes boring into you hungrily, and those lips– you wished nothing more than to have them on you, singing your praises and adding to your arousal.

_ "How lucky am I, fuck.. you really know how to rile me up don't you?" he chuckled amusedly and moved his other hand to squeeze your side before pulling you even closer to himself, letting you feel the forming bulge in his pants, and the discovery drove you wild as you unconsciously let out a muffled whine and pushed your hips against his, because you wanted even more of him.

_ "That's dangerous sweetheart, you know I'm already at my limit right?" he groaned the warning but did nothing to stop you, too bewitched by your advances to actually oppose you, "and now for the last step, I want you to start sucking on my finger like a lollipop, but be careful love, don't use your teeth okay?"

You followed his last command, eagerly sucking on it while moving your hips at the same time, you were going insane a little bit more each second that passed.

_ "Fuck sweetheart, do you have any idea how seductive you look right now?" he growled through gritted teeth before adding in a lower voice, "you do realize that the real thing is way bigger than just my finger right?"

You moand again as you sucked harder and faster, moving your fingers along his arm before clutching onto his hand to push it against your lips a little closer as you carried on.

He was in a daze watching you like that, and soon, his last ounce of self control slipped away as he suddenly pulled his finger out of your mouth, before holding your chin and staring at your reddened and swallowed lips with an eager expression that aroused you even more, "I think you're ready for me love, so just remember what I taught you alright?"

It was going to be fun for both of you, you were certain of it..

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[evesbookshop]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐂𝐬

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Izuku Midoriya, who has the meanest , nastiest death glare in the world. The minute the waiter even started looking at you for longer then he should’ve his mood was soured. I mean he stands and says you guys can find another , classier , place to dine. All while keeping those iridescent green eyed glued to the waiter in silent threat. Only to give you a sheepish grin when you ask what all that was about. “Oh I just didn’t want you to feel awkward”

Katsuki Bakugou, who just looms. Who festers and seethes very angrily. Coming up behind you in his tailored to perfection suit like a shadow while the side kick who thought it’s be a good idea to flirt with his partner , in his agency, at his gala, is now looking over your shoulder very nervously. And when you turn to see who’s there and it’s just your husband being well, your husband. You chuckle nervously and excuse yourselves. Scolding him in a whisper as you both walk away and he mutters about how you’re his and people should know better.

Shoto Todoroki who is ,semi surprisingly, the most normal behaved man here. A curt but ice cold “they’re taken” leaving his mouth the minute the person in front of you starts to look at you the way only he should. Arm sliding around your waist and holding you close to his side as he silently shoo’s whatever ‘nobody�� that was bothering you away. Eyebrow raised in challenge

Eijiro Kirishima, who tries to be normal!! Really tries. Because he knows he’s your husband you know you’re his, but this idiot in front of you hasn’t gotten the hint yet. And while he’s confident in himself and in the fact that you’d never have eyes for anyone but him…he really can’t help himself. “They’re gorgeous right? Oh I know” “oh yeah , trust me I get it” “stare all you want-“ he doesn’t mean this , he is ready to hurt someone. “-it’s all you’ll get before I take ‘em home”. It is a tad mean yes, but he can’t be a gentleman all the time, it’s not possible. And if the same loser happens to catch you guys making out like a pair of teenagers pressed against his car later that night. Oops.

Denki Kaminari, who continues to be very unserious unless it’s life or death and this certainly isn’t that. Who watches as this bartender flirts with you, in front of him. Lips pressed in a line before he simply laughs. And he shouldn’t, it’s rude and insulting, he should knock the guys teeth in really. But does he know how long he plotted on you. How hard he worked to get here? No one is taking you from him, you barely let him in! “Dude , just quit it for real” holding up his ring finger like it’s his middle with a loose but cocky smile still gracing his features. “Ya snooze ya loose”

Shouta Aizawa, who is now regretting coming to this function at all. A stupid work cocktail party. Except now someone’s flirting with you and he’d like to go home. So what does he do. He walks up, scoffs, and grabs your hand to pull you away and out of the party. He has no time to get worked up. Not when there’s a bed and your cat children waiting for you both at home, your home. “What was that about ?” “He was flirting and I’m tired .”

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𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧❤︎︎

[blairxbear]

Do you think you could write an Aizawa x fem reader who is a new teacher and her quirk is having cat like qualities like night vision, sharper nails, quiet walking, excellent balance etc. and she also has cat ears and a tail?

(If she can have an “orange cat” personality as well that would be wonderful. If not I understand and I’m sorry,I’m not sure if I did this correctly I’m still trying to figure out how to word things correctly)

A/N: Hi Lovely! No problem at all, I hope you like it!! I wasn't sure if you wanted it in a romantic context or not but it did end up going that way, if you don't like that though let me know and I can make changes :)

The Stray That Stole His Heart

Shota Aizawa had always been a man of patience.

A man of routine, discipline, and quiet solitude.

So naturally, when Nezu had announced a new hire at U.A., he had assumed nothing would change.

But then you arrived.

And Aizawa quickly realized that nothing would ever be the same again.

The first time Aizawa met you, it was during the faculty meeting, and he immediately knew two things:

You had cat ears and a tail, which made an impression on everyone in the room.

You were completely unpredictable.

It wasn’t just your quirk—which, admittedly, was impressive. Enhanced agility, night vision, sharp reflexes, and an uncanny ability to move so quietly that even he—someone who had trained himself to be hyper-aware—could barely hear you coming.

No, it was your personality that truly caught him off guard.

You were chaotic, to say the least.

Unfiltered, playful, mischievous—with a penchant for getting into trouble just for the fun of it.

An orange cat in human form.

And it drove him insane.

But what was worse?

It also fascinated him.

From the very first week, you had made it your personal mission to test his limits.

You frequently showed up late to meetings, claiming you got “distracted by something shiny.”

You napped in the most inconvenient places—on top of file cabinets, across the teachers’ lounge couch, even once on top of Aizawa’s desk (which had earned you the deadliest glare of his life).

You stole his coffee. Regularly.

You pounced onto his shoulders from above, just to “see if his reaction time was as fast as everyone said.”

(It was. But he still nearly had a heart attack that day.)

And yet—

Despite your absolute disregard for personal space and normal social conventions, you were a damn good teacher.

Your students adored you, your battle tactics were sharp and effective, and you had a natural talent for handling even the most rowdy kids (cough Bakugo cough).

And somehow—despite all your antics—Aizawa found himself growing used to your presence.

To the way your ears twitched when you were listening intently. To the way your tail flicked when you were irritated. To the way you always tried to get a reaction out of him, even when he refused to give you the satisfaction.

And then, one day—

He realized he had a problem.

Because he liked it.

It was late one evening, long after most of the staff had gone home.

Aizawa had been grading papers, exhaustion creeping into his bones, when he heard the softest footfalls outside his office.

No one else would have noticed them.

But Aizawa knew exactly who it was before you even poked your head inside.

“Still working?” you mused, stepping in without an invitation, tail swaying lazily behind you.

Aizawa sighed. “Obviously.”

You hummed, moving closer, perching yourself on the edge of his desk—a habit he had long given up trying to correct.

“You know,” you mused, eyes glinting in the dim light, “you’re always telling me I should take my job more seriously. But when was the last time you actually took a break?”

Aizawa didn’t respond.

Because the answer was too damn long ago.

Your lips curled slightly, as if you could read his thoughts.

Then—before he could react—you reached out, plucked his red pen from his hand, and tossed it across the room.

Aizawa stared at you.

“…Did you just—”

“Yep.”

“…Why?”

“Because you’re done for the night.”

His eye twitched. “I still have work to do.”

“Nope.” You grinned, tail flicking playfully. “Work is done. I have officially declared it.”

Aizawa exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t have time for your games, Y/N.”

But you weren’t backing down.

Instead, you tilted your head, ears twitching slightly, and for the first time since you had met, your voice was softer.

“I mean it, Shota,” you murmured. “You do too much. Just… take a break. Just this once.”

Something in his chest tightened.

Because no one ever told him to slow down.

No one ever took the time to worry about him.

But you?

You had been paying attention this whole time.

And that was the moment he knew.

That he was completely and utterly doomed.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — AIZAWA X READER

“I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.” 

You sit up on the couch and level your sulkiest pout at him. “No, seriously!” 

���If you were serious, I doubt you would be getting up,” he says dryly. He’s completely unsympathetic as he continues mopping the floor. 

“I’m dying and you don’t care about me,” you whimper. “I’m going to die all alone! And miserable! And unloved!”

Aizawa sighs. Scrubs the palm of his hand over his closed eyes. Shoves his hands through his hair. You feel the tiniest hint of guilt creep in. 

He drops his mop and walks over to you. For a second, you think he’s going to scold you. You know you’re being bratty. Aizawa’s had a long, tough day of being a pro-hero, and now he has to come back to babysit your spoiled ass? 

“Hey,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers under your chin so he can tilt your gaze up towards him. “Don’t do that.” 

“Don’t be mad,” you whisper, burying your face into his stomach. The cool cloth of his black silk pajamas feels nice against your overheated face. You really do feel awful. 

“I’m not mad,” he says. 

“Good. Cause you’ll regret this when your wife is cold in her grave and you’ll have to reflect on-“ 

“What brought this on?” He’s carding his fingers through your hair as you hide your face against him. It feels nice, having him comfort you. 

You could never lie to him. 

“I’m scared,” you sniffle, half genuine emotion, half illness. 

“It’s just a fever, baby,” he says. “Want me to take you to the hospital again? We can double check.” 

“No,” your voice cracks in sync with the plummet of your stomach. To your embarrassment, tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. “I was worried about you.” 

He waits patiently, still stroking your hair. 

While you had gotten your diagnosis, Aizawa had thought it might be a good idea to get his check up too. He was efficient like that, always the cool, level headed one in your little duo. 

“I saw your medical history. You have so many close calls, Shouta. So many times you could’ve died for real.” 

Aizawa pushes you down on the couch and tucks you back under the covers. He strokes your sweaty hair off your head, thankfully regretfully. He’s always tried to hide the intensity of his second life from you. There was no reason for you to have to face the brutality he did. It satisfied something in him to be able to protect you, even from a part of himself. But looking at the sparkling ring on your finger, he knows that it’s all about to end soon. 

Being a hero is as much a part of him as being your Shouta is. He won’t be the kind of fiancée who hurts you by locking himself away, even the aspects of him he wants to keep from you. He knows better, even if he likes seeing you as his refuge from hero life. At the very least, all he can do is try to ease the hurt. 

He lifts your ringed hand and presses a kiss to the stone you picked out together. “I’ll be careful. I promise not to worry you.” 

[fatkish]

Hiiii could u do a fanfic about aizawa x child reader(fluff) who doesn’t like cleaning their room not like because of no motivation or anything they just don’t like cleaning up and hides whenever it’s time to clean up to avoid doing it lol

You’ve always hated cleaning up your room. You don’t know why, you don’t even have a real reason for it. But like the 4 year old you are, there are a lot of irrational things that you do. One could say it’s like the equivalent of hearing the word bath for dogs, the utter mention of cleaning your room and immediately you run and hide. You see, you recently manifested your quirk, your quirk is mind reading. But you’re not the best at it.

Aizawa was going to ask you to help him clean your room. So you booked it and hid under your bed. “Come on (y/n), come out, you need to clean your room” he sighed. The moment Aizawa found you under your bed, you scrambled out the other side and ran away to another room, thus Aizawa has to chase them down. “Please (y/n), I’ll help you, I know you hate cleaning but I promise it’s not that bad. I don’t even know why you hate it” he called.

Each time he tried to grab you you would dodge his attempts, and finally, after an hour, Aizawa managed to catch you. He had to erase your quirk and use his scarf to catch you. “No! No, daddy, no clean. I don’t wanna” you cried as you dramatically draped yourself over Aizawa’s arms. “It’s not even going to take 30 minutes” he reasoned. After he brought you to your room he then helped you clean by showing you how to do it and praising you whilst bribing you with candy and food. Anything to get you motivated to try and get it done.

(Sorry it’s kinda short. I took inspiration from Anya from Spy x Family)

[https-milo]

9 ☾ Bandages / Shota Aizawa !!

DAY 9 OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary!

- You've been tasked with changing his bandages after the USJ incident by Recovery Girl.

a/n i dont remember much ab the USJ arc, I think Aizawa was treated in an actual hospital but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FANFICTION!!!

flufftober masterlist!

You only started working for UA one month before, just before the first day of school. You worked closely with Recovery Girl in the nurse's office. With your quirk being healing-related, it was only natural. But you never could've imagined a class trip gone wrong being your first real taste of helping the injured.

You had helped with minor incidents before, you bandaged Midoriya's finger on his first day of school and then again after his battle training class. Those injuries weren't minor per se, but Recovery Girl could help him out to the point when you needed to do your job, it wasn't as gross.

However, when a half-dead, elbow-shattered, bleeding-headed man and fellow UA staff got put on your hospital bed(the day after the event), you were confused and on the verge of throwing up, to say the least. "Uh, Ms. Shuzenji? What's... uh up?" You stuttered, averting your eyes from class A's homeroom teacher.

"I need you to wrap him up, dearie. I did all the healing I could," Recovery Girl kindly explained.

Startled, you quickly nodded. "OH! Um sure!" Recovery Girl nodded and walked away to the other patient in the room; All Might. You grabbed an abundance of bandages and walked back to Aizawa, who was stirring awake. You bowed at the man 4 years your senior, "Good afternoon, sir! I'm rewrapping your bandages." Aizawa said nothing and tried to sit up to make your job easier. He winced and fell back onto the bed. Quickly, you put the bandages down and guided him to sit up. "You okay? It doesn't hurt too bad, right?"

Aizawa shook his head, "No. I'm okay." He touched his forehead and showed you the blood on his finger. "Do you want to clean this?" It was rhetorical.

"Right!" You nodded and rushed away to get a cloth.

"Is she a new assistant?" Aizawa asked Recovery Girl, who was scolding All Might.

Stopping her scolding, Chiyo turned to face Aizawa, "Oh yes. Young L/n was appointed as my new assistant. Her quirk lets her see what an X-ray would. She's also nifty with bandages."

Aizawa nodded, "How old is she?"

Chiyo looked at him smugly, "26."

Noticing her stare, Aizawa rolled his eyes and said nothing further. You came running back in and huffed, out of breath, with a wet cloth. "Okay! Are you alright with me getting close to you?"

Aizawa shrugged, "Can't do your job without doing that, right?"

You nodded and pushed his hair back, showing his bleeding hairline to you. Aizawa was a little taken aback and quickly averted his eyes and tried to push the rush of red that threatened to cover his cheeks away. Tactfully, you cleaned his hairline of the blood. Once cleaned, you backed away slightly and smiled at him. "There! Now I can wrap you up."

"Yeah, thanks," Aizawa replied, his blush deepened at your words. "You can uh, back up now."

"Oh right! Sorry!" You apologized, comprehending your close proximity (only 3 inches from his face). Aizawa shrugged again, trying to act nonchalant. Nothing else was said as you wrapped the man from head to toe in bandages. "There!"

Looking down at himself, Aizawa nodded. "Thanks, L/n."

"Of course, Mr. Aizawa," You bowed politely.

Aizawa shook his head, "Just Aizawa is fine."

"Ok! Well, can I be honest?"

Quirking a brow, Aizawa nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"You look like a mummy!" You said with a hearty laugh. Aizawa glared at you but couldn't help but smile faintly at your joy.

"Isn't it your bandage job that's making me look 'like a mummy'?" Aizawa bantered.

Your eyes widened, "Oh! I guess you're right!" An idea sparked in your head. "How about I take you out to apologize, Mummy man?"

Aizawa, fully taken aback, was thankful for the bandages covering his face - which in turn covered the furious blush on his face. "Sure, whatever, weirdo."

"Great!" You shot him a lopsided smile.

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@drxgonspine

[garfieldthomas]

3 words:

Im in love

[sugarwarachan]

Hello hello! I love ALL of your MHA stuff! Your fics and hcs for a certain teacher are just on POINT 😩🤌🏻

I have a teeny request.... Domestic fluff for Zawa when?

Ty ty!! I'm not quite sure if this qualifies, but it's so soft. I wanted an excuse to have Aizawa say "ily" a bunch of times and also sort of play into that Jenny Slate quote, "Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?"

aizawa knows he loves you the minute he comes home to you making dinner in his clothes.

it's a mixture of things: the possessive churn in his gut at seeing his shirt barely skim past your ass, the gentle hum of your voice singing alongside the radio—the realization settles over him so easy it's like drawing breath.

you let out a surprised gust of air when his arms tug you against his chest.

"shouta!" you laugh, and it's unbearable almost, how heavenly he finds this moment to be. he absorbs your smile with a kiss. "what's gotten into you?"

he's not the most affectionate man. he tries to show his love for you through his actions, but aizawa wonders now if distrusting his ability to put his feelings into words is more cowardice than strategy.

to love you is to potentially lose you. he's known that from the beginning. the possibility exists that one day you might not be here in his arms, wearing his Present Mic shirt that you tease him mercilessly over and looking at him like he's capable of offering you the moon rather than the actual exhausted life of a pro-hero.

"i love you," he blurts out, and your eyes soften with such overwhelming affection he suddenly can't stop saying it. "i love you," he repeats against your neck, tracing his thumb over the red mark he sucked into the skin that morning. "i love you," a hoarse rasp as he reclaims your lips.

he has to accept what he can't control, and the loss of you is one. he can only control something as simple and beautiful as this, peppering his love onto your blushing cheeks as you put on the tea.

[shiggybrainr0t]

The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.

“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”

His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.

“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”

He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.

Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.

He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.

At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.

“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”

Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.

Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.

Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.

“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.

He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”

“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.

“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.

Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.

Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.

[animeaandp]

MHA Prompt

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“Need something..?”

You hesitate hearing the exhaustion in his voice; maybe this was a mistake. It’s the middle of the night but there’s no one else to turn to, so you try not to grip the doorknob too tightly or fumble your words. “I’m sorry, I know it’s past lights out and you’re busy…u-um…” Aizawa picks up the conflict in your voice and fully turns towards you. Dragging his hand over his face to wake up, he gives you his undivided attention. “No it’s alright. What do you need?” His voice had softened but it’s difficult to hold his eye contact. "I…If-.."

"...?"

"..If it’s not asking too much; may I sit in here? I swear not to distract you. Everyone else is asleep and, I don’t want to be alone right now...please.." Aizawa studies your face, noting the drained complexion with raw and puffy eyes, and understands that this isn’t a simple request. “Of course. Come in.” You close the door behind you “thank you” then hurriedly find a spot on the floor against the wall and curl into your knees. Aizawa watched your movements but left you to your devices and turned back to his work. Occasionally he steals a glance but you stay true to your word and don’t make a sound or move an inch.

Thankfully, being in his presence helps how you hoped it would. Every breath you take smells like him and knowing he’s here makes you feel safe, like nothing can hurt you now. Hopefully you’ll calm down enough to go back to your room soon. Aizawa sets his pencil down though, and comes to offer you his hand. “The bed is far more comfortable than the floor. Fresh sheets I promise.” You lift your head for a moment considering his words but “I’m okay right here. I’m imposing enough as is..” He smiles turning away, “you could never impose” and grabs a box of tissues to give you “but holding in whatever is troubling you this much.,.I don’t like that.”

“…”

You accept the tissues and your tears finally break free. "I’m sorry" you try hiding it as he takes a seat beside you. "It’s okay. It’s safe to cry here." He wraps an arm around your shoulder and welcomes you to let it all out. You wanted to stop but “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…I-I don’t know why I’m so sad all the time-but, I’m empty. I feel this ache when I’m alone and more and more when I’m not…it’s starting to scare me; I don’t know how to cope anymore…that’s why I came here. I needed to run away somewhere…I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do..” Aizawa's heart grows heavy with every confession and he holds you tighter. "Always run to me-always. Never let this fear talk you out of that. Understand.?"

“You have so much to deal with; I don’t want to become a burden. But, I appreciate all of this. I feel better.” He sighs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. This would take one step at a time, so tonight was plenty for step one; he'll let it go for now. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“…Can I stay until you’re done working?”

“Of course, get some rest.”

As the night goes on the atmosphere settles. The steady rhythm of Aizawa’s pen scratching against paper and his soft sighs of concentration creates soothing background noise. When he looks up again you’re fast asleep. He smiles and is careful not to make a sound walking over and crouching down in front of you. Little did you know he finished his work quite some time ago and was hoping this would happen before he ran out of paper to scribble over. His finger traces lazy circles over your cheek, drying the last of your tears. He shifts your body to rest in his arms “I won’t lose you to such nasty thoughts..” and carries you to his bed, then tucks you in. It felt like sleeping in a cloud and you curl into his pillow. He chuckles, “Is it really that comfortable?” Aizawa sorts the work on his desk then lays down himself, and after such a long day falls asleep easily. Hopefully you'd seek him out again the next time this happened, but maybe skip the floor, his knees weren't what they were.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Over the years following his early retirement, Aizawa has developed a dad bod.

He is no longer the pale and lanky man you've fallen in love with– all these years ago, and his once prominent dark circles and tired demeanor are long gone and replaced with a more relaxed aura.

You love the little changes he's unknowingly flaunting: the soft tummy protruding under his shirt, the thickness of his strong arms and thighs, the healthy glow adorning his rounder cheeks, and most of all, that cute plumpy butt filling out his bottoms perfectly.

You can never help the heat pooling into the pit of your belly when seeing him dressed lightly, and you get consumed by an uncontrollabe desire to strip him off of whatever sleepwear highlighting his seductive frame at the moment.

That hungry look in your eyes does not go unnoticed as he knows you too well to miss it, and gladly grants your undeclared wish without a second thought.

With an amused smirk on his face, he kneels down between your legs and pushes in slowly while watching the way you breathlessly utter his name and run your hands over his plump chest, and it's a heavenly view that you cannot get tired of seeing, although you really want to feel him pressed against you as well.

You desperatly claw at his forearms demanding to have him closer, and encase him in your embrace when he finally is.

His thrusts quicken and his lips devour yours in a sloppy kiss, while your nails rake his broad shoulders and travel lower and lower until reaching his bum and clutching onto the luscious buttocks you so much adore, squeezing his fleshy globes to mimic the erratic pace of his hips.

He goes mad everytime you do that, singing your praises and grunting promises of making you lose your mind soon.

His words and relentless plunges are what drive you over the edge with a broken cry of how good he's making you feel, and he follows suit in a matter of seconds, stuffing you full of his milky seeds before collapsing onto your quivering body with a soft "I love you" whispered to your ear..

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[pausiita]

long-term relationship with shota aizawa

hey so this is my first time writing headcanons!! hope you enjoy it and feel free to make requests:3

silent but caring: Shota isn't the type to express his feelings with words. He'll do small acts of service for you, such as making coffee for both of you or sticking little notes around the house telling you to take care of yourself.

protects you without suffocating you: Shota is extremely protective, but is discreet. He won't tell you he's worried unless it's 100% necessary, instead, he'll keep an eye on you to make sure you're okay, this includes buying food that you like and even giving you time alone if you need it.

loves spending time together: even though he likes going out to have dinner in fancy places, spending his afternoons with you in your house, reading or watching a movie sounds like a perfect day to him. Stability and tranquility are essential, and sharing those moments with his partner is what he values most.

emotional support: you can trust him completely. He's a good listener, and even though he's not the best at giving advice, he'll always give you his unconditional support. His calming presence helps you feel safe and understood.

small gestures of affection: Although he is not very demonstrative in public, in private he will surprise you with small gestures of affection, such as stroking your hair while you sleep, caressing your hand while you are together or a quick kiss before leaving for work.

respect your personal space: Shota understands the importance of personal space and never invades it. He knows when you need time to yourself and respects it without questioning it and expects you to do the same for him.

sarcastic humor: although his sense of humor is rather dry and sarcastic, you'll learn to appreciate it and find sweetness in his ironic comments. He'll often make you smile with his unique way of seeing things.

trust and loyalty: in a relationship, Shota values trust and loyalty above all else. You'll never have to doubt his commitment, and you'll know that no matter what, he'll always be by your side.

sorry if I made any mistakes, english isn't my first language