#bnh aizawa

[myheromedia]

Chapter 275

[writersmorgue]

Can I please request a Whumpy Shinsou drabble? Love you!

yes u can :3

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"You know, I really do think Kaminari is improving, not just with his studies but his mental state too. Bakugo tutoring him is not what I expected to work, but hey I'm not complaining-"

"Mic, I'm trying to focus on the kids."

Hizashi snorts, jabbing him in the side, "Good thing I'm talking about said kids, eh?"

Shouta rolls his eyes, still stubbornly focused on the group sessions he set up today.

Yet another not-so-secret evaluation for Shinsou, to see which class he'd be better suited in. Not that Shouta's biased, but if he were, he'd say the kid would do well in class A. The dynamic he's already formed with several students, not to mention it would give him yet another reason in his dissertation to expel Mineta.

"Shinsou and Monoma seem to be going pretty hard." Mic observes, shifting on his feet.

Shouta hums in agreement. That had been the point.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see if Monoma would draw a blank or not, but so far Shinsou has managed to evade his attacks; leading to a game of tag across the training grounds.

He winces when his student trips over one of Todoroki's discarded ice projectiles, taking a hard fall onto his right shoulder.

Shinsou cries out, holding a hand out to try and fend Monoma off while clutching his injury.

Shouta is tempted to intervene, but before he can Monoma slaps his hand down on Shinsou's leg.

He appears to ask Shinsou a question, which Shouta can't tell if he answers or not.

Monoma rolls his eyes and kicks the kid's limp leg before saying something else.

Shinsou's back goes rigid, legs jerking. He sits up, clutching his throat.

His frantic expression is fixed on Monoma, who is quickly turning pale.

"Oooh Bakugo's gonna wake up with a bruise tomorrow." Mic's voice cuts through Shouta's tunnel vision, bringing him back to reality.

He ignores the comment, striding quickly forward to the two boys.

Monoma's frantic rambling becomes clearer as he closes in.

"No, breathe, come on Shinsou I'm not trying to fuck with you." The blond holds his arms out, hovering over Shinsou. "Breathe normally, damnit!"

"What's going on." Shouta's gruff voice causes both boys to look at him, panicked expressions almost identical.

"Sensei, my quirk, the quirk is wrong. I told him to shut up and-" He gasps, eyes flickering between Shinsou and Shouta, "It's not- I can't undo it."

Shouta bends down next to Shinsou, letting the boy grip his hand. His face is turning bright red, the veins in his temple bulging. He activates his quirk, grunting when he still doesn't breathe.

"You copied his quirk, you can't undo it?" He re-states the facts, trying to get a grip on the situation.

Monoma shakes his head, "N-no I, fuck I think it mixed with another quirk I have copied, it shouldn't be able to, it hasn't ever done this before-"

"Monoma!" He barks sharply, "What other quirk do you have copied, tell me now."

"Some business course student, teal skin, she has an 'influence' quirk, I'm not sure how it works but-"

"It must've fused with his since they're so similar." Shouta rolls his shoulders, jerking his head to Shinsou, "Call me on your phone so I can talk to Monoma. Stay awake, kid."

Shouta pats the kid's arm, ripping his hand away with great difficulty.

He shoves his fear and stress down to the pit of his gut. He will process this when the kid can breathe again.

"MIC." He shouts, acquiring the man's attention immediately, "Quirk malfunction. Erasing target, check with Shinsou."

Hizashi stutters, blanching at the field language during a school day, but gives his affirmation and jogs the other way.

Shouta resumes his sprint to the main building, breaking at least four door handles on the way.

45 seconds into his trek he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket. He curses, fumbling for it in his pocket. Seeing Shinsou's name on his screen only eases his worry microscopically.

He answers.

"Monoma. How is he."

"I took over, the kid was flipping his shit." Mic's voice answers, "You know who to find?"

Shouta grunts in affirmation, rounding the corner to the business wing. "Almost there. Is he conscious?"

"Barely, Eraser. You need to be quick."

His eyes dart around the classrooms, keeping an eye out for the girl.

"Shit," he curses after the last classroom comes and goes with no sign of her.

"Shit shit shit shit," He whips his head around, steeling himself and throwing open the door to the women's restroom.

And there's teal.

He's sure it's not the greatest first impression to leave on a kid, not when he's known for expelling students, but he activates his quirk immediately.

She recoils as if he's about to attack, squealing and throwing her arms up in defense.

"Shouta!" The fuzzy voice calls from his hand, "He's okay! You did it?"

Shouta blinks, eyes burning from the wave of emotions and dry eye.

He sighs tiredly, exiting the bathroom as quickly as he entered.

"Problem children." He mutters into the receiver.

"You said it, man."

[acceptyoucausefuckem]

Unholy 18+

Valentine’s with Shouta Aizawa!! Inspired by this audio and this song. The audio had me so weak, like I just can not. Pure smut, needy boy.

Shouta Aizawa X FemReader

Shouta opened the door to your shared apartment for you to walk in, stretching out his arm to lead you in. He was always quite the gentleman, opening doors for you, keeping away from traffic when you were on the sidewalk together, always there whenever you needed him. “We’re just going to cuddle and watch an episode or two, I have to teach the class early in the morning.” He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, “I know, I know. You’re gonna be cranky in the morning. I get it.” Walking towards the couch and slouching down, lazily tying his hair up. He glances at you with outstretched arms, “Are you coming or not?” You blushed and scoured over whispering a soft sorry as you sat in between his legs. Feeling his member against you, you stiffened slightly, your heart thumping. “Come closer.” Shouta whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you tightly, your back against his chest. You turned to Netflix and started the show, turning your head slightly to try to look at him, he looked down at you, “What is it kitten?” Your heart fluttered at the nickname, “Th-thank you for tonight. It was really fun.” He chuckled with a blush on his cheeks, “I enjoy spoiling you every now and then.” Nuzzling his face against your cheek makes you giggle. “Mm, you have such a cute laugh.” Placing tender kisses on your cheek. “Shouta, you agreed.” 

He pulled away and laid back on the couch, pulling you along, placing his chin on your shoulder. “It’s hard, you look so gorgeous, you smell amazing, you have the most beautiful smile, not even I can resist your charms.” Trailing soft butterfly kisses across your neck and shoulders, one hand roaming up your chest to your throat, holding you in place. You tried to focus on the show but found it difficult when he moved his hand from your throat down to your chest. Kneading it against his palm, “Just pretend I’m not here and watch your show.” He muttered out between kisses. He pinched your nipple making you arch your back and letting out a soft moan. “What a beautiful sound, why don’t you make more for me, yeah?” Shouta bit down on your shoulder, pulling at your nipple, you wiggled against him, shutting your eyes. You wanted friction, you wanted to feel how hard he is against your plump ass.

 Shouta sighed shakily, moving his hand on your stomach, down to your center. You gasped when you felt his cold finger rub softly against your clit. “Shit, you’re so wet for me kitten. So naughty, you want this just as badly as I do.” He groaned, feeling your ass press against him, he moved his hips upward against your cheeks. You squirmed when he slid a finger inside you, his palm rubbing against your clit. He sucked on your neck, leaving you with a hickey, he licked it softly, sliding in another finger. He chuckled against your ear, “Look at yourself, You’re such a mess.” You opened your eyes and saw your reflection on the tv screen. The show had stopped, the screen black, and you saw your blissed face, drool on the side of your mouth, his hands loving your body as it should be. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. 

“Shoutaaaa” You moaned out, riding his hand. “You’re doing so good for me, I want you to scream my name, I want this entire building to know who I am. I want everyone to know I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” He quickened his pace, hitting your spot roughly, it makes you quiver and you feel your climax coming along. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, “Cum for me my sweet kitten.” A wet tongue trailing against your jaw, the hand on your breast moving to your throat, making you face him into a sloppy kiss. His soft pants when you rubbed your ass on his dick, “I’m…cumming” You gasped out, throwing your head back, body shuddering through your orgasm. “Fuck.” Shouta groaned lowly into your neck, cumming in his pants, the warmth against your cheeks. “Be a good girl and stand up for me.” You struggled slightly to stand up straight, looking down at him in heat. He brought his hand to mouth and licked at his fingers, staring up at you intently, moaning at your taste. “Go to the bedroom, ass up. I don’t care if you’re upset in the morning, I’m going to make you scream all night.”

[quillyscales]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Eventual Romance, Adopted Eri (My Hero Academia), Demon Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Mild Blood, mild religious themes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Not Beta Read, Artist Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Summary:

Hizashi accidentally gets bound to Shouta and needs him to sell his soul to him in exchange for a wish in order to be released, but Shouta has no intention of selling his soul to a demon.

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[yuezodiaco]

Types of kisses

What would it be like to kiss with these BNH characters?

(Yamada, Aizawa, Toshinori, Keigo, Kugo)

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi loves to give you kisses on your neck and ear, he loves it when you get nervous and blush. This kind of kiss he does in front of everyone to mark territory and even more so when another hero sees you with romantic interest.

- Another kiss Hizashi gives you is a temptation kiss, he kisses you right after and in certain places to shake you up this guy does it in the safety of his house to tempt you and have sex after a somewhat hectic day.

Aizawa Shota

- Aizawa is a quiet man and loves his personal intimacy, Aizawa gives you shy kisses when he knows they are on the street or at school, he poor he is embarrassed for others to see it, you personally love to see how his ears blush when he kisses you.

- Or, but at home he is more affectionate, he kisses you on the lips with more passion while hugging you around the waist to be closer to you, he loves to feel your body close to him.

Yagi Toshinori

- Toshinori loves to give you kisses on your forehead, it gives you to understand the love he feels for you, no matter where you are either on the street, at school or at home, he will always kiss your forehead when one of you has to leave.

- Toshinori feels sorry for you, but he gives you a kiss without tongue is something that both you and he feel the pation in this kind of kisses, personally you love when Yagi gives them to you at home and more when you go to sleep.

Keigo Takami

- Oh Keigo this man loves to give you wet kisses, he loves to take the reins when they kiss they are very passionate he likes to see you blushing and dizzy when he finishes kissing you.

- Another type of kiss that Haws loves is a movie type kiss, like in dramatic productions where the heads of both are tilted and so they kiss, Keigo feels the passion in this type of kiss and more so when the two are on patrol at night.

Kugo Sakamata

- Eskimo kiss our beloved Gang Orca loves this kind of kiss, he feels it so affectionate and intimate when you are in the quiet of his office after a rather heavy meeting.

- When the two of you are arguing over meaningless things Kugo will give you an aggressive kiss by kissing you, he will gently bite your lower lip and stare at you, while sucking on your upper lip to give him a sense of dominance.

[starlit-stories]

30 Second Read... Aizawa

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader

Notes: Well it’s been a hot minuet hasn’t it? The lot of us have been pretty busy with irl things and Mod Cia and I have been pretty preoccupied with other projects. Sorry for the wait! -Mod Kay

BNH || MHA M.list || Main M.list

It was one of those nights. You just couldn't sleep, or rather stay asleep. Feeling both physically and mentally tired. Tossing and turning. Shifting the blankets off and on. Adjusting your pillow. Nothing seemed to work.

Bleary eyes stare blankly at the empty space in your bed. With a sigh you force your tired body up, stumbling only a few times as you make your way to your boyfriend's office.

The lights were off but the dimmed glow from his work computer illuminated his perpetually tired face. One hand typing slowly at his keyboard while the other sat snugly around his mug. More than likely filled with your strongest caffeine blend.

His gaze trailed to you as you approached. "One of those nights?" The only response you could muster was a tired nod. "I still have more work to complete but you know your welcome to stay here." He turned his chair as he spoke, offering you a place in his lap. Not wasting a second more you’re curled up against him. Both hands found places to loosely clutch at his shirt while your face found its place against his neck.

Once you were settled he shifted his seat to reface his computer. Though now his hand abandoned its place on his mug to run soothing circles over your lower back. His warmth and steady heartbeat finally helped lull you to sleep. Your last shreds of consciousness catching the soft press of lips against the crown of your head.

"Sleep well, my love."

[yugiohz]

I think the real fanservice in bnh should be jeanist always ending up booty naked form using his powers

I’d rather see aizawa sensei used for yaoi fan service though :/

[fan-art-ic]

I'm not into bnh@ anymore but aizawa really was the most character to ever be charactered. that mf was good with kids had long hair was exhausted a good teacher too nearly dies protecting children multiple times only has one outfit and is deadpan as hell aizawa you are more than bnh@ u are a forever fav

[shiningstardan]

O N B O K U N O H E R O

Guess who has been watching Boku No Hero like a maniac, ME!! I had abandoned the series before the pandemy and just catch up to where we left, which aparently was the biginin of season 4.

And because I am the way I am this are the potencial ships I could delve into:

Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

OTP. They have similar backgrounds in socio-economical terms, I think they would balance their tempers evenly and Momo is always talking to Todoroki or asking for him. Maybe Momo fell first but Shouto fell harder kind of situation.

And of course I love todoroki, family trauma is at its peak. And I live for that.

Nighteye x All Might

I'm intrigued by their past. There might be a little of power imbalance thanks to nighteye's adoration for All Might, but~ I think NightEye has a good grasp on how to handle his relationship with All Might.

Mirio x Nejire x Amajiki

My first BNH polycule. Your honor, they love each other so much. They have a good dynamic as a trio so I can't help but ~imagine~

Other takes:

Izuku: must protect him at all cost. His a sunshine bean baby. Maternal instincts going his way.

Aizawa: I'd let him do unspeakable things to me

Endeavor: fuck you, I don't care how detailed and well stablished his redemption arc is. No, just no.

Bakugo: I almost dropped watching bnh by just remembering how goddamn awful he is. My goodness, S1 was a test

[incorrect-bnhaquotes]

Present Mic: Shoutaaa, I think I'm running a slight fever. Could you feel my head?

Aizawa: You should know by now that I don't feel anything.

[bnha-imagines-hcs]

oh no im curious about these sex pollen hcs. hit me up with some aizawa please if you want to and haven't already, whenever you have time?

( of course i had in mind some desperate guilty sex when i posted that, but it never wanted to write itself bc: aizawa wouldn’t. he just wouldn’t. so instead, have this sfw hurt/comfort thing – that is half summarised bc i didn’t wanna write everything out ❤❤ . )

| aizawa; drabble & headcanons.

           it wasn’t even a quirk. 

the sex industry, as always, is booming. tech levels rise through the ages and as man’s ability to mimic nature leaps ahead… we get a hold of that long sought-after aphrodisiac.as with any drug, it’s sold in degrees of potency - the most debilitating ones not commonly found anywhere but at the black market.

          it wasn’t even an attack of any kind. just a fun game, let’s try this shit out with your friends - spice up a night of clubbing. someone had gotten hold of it somewhere, and fuck but they should’ve asked where.they didn’t. underestimated it; caution wasn’t enough.

weak. everything is so loud, so bright, so invasively intense– a lamppost’s dim light cause for skull’s pounding and the door’s slippery slick plastic like a hyperactive second skin. 

not what you might call sexy.

and yet. of course this demonic fucking drug doesn’t give a shit– everything is aching. joints and muscles from the constant strain, head from the fucking stress and core because for the love of all that is sane, there needs to be something in there or around there.

         “sh-shou-t-t-ta-                              fuck                     -please open the door- fuck please be home,”                          knocking has little result when it’s a jarring slide of                          skinskinskin on wetslipperywaterplasticyskinskinskin               that renders their knuckles powerless. they slip sideways,                flop against the bell until it finally ringsloudLOUDFUCKINGLOUD.

the tremor in their limbs is a racket, something that drives up through all the senses- then finds it’s got nowhere to go, ricochets off every thought and turns emotions into nausea.

christ. are you supposed to take a single grain of this shit-? it’d been dust, fine and easy to sprinkle into the foam that topped one beer, the fizz of someone’s coke. those combos a good idea?evidently not.were you supposed to take that shit at all? was it not fit for consumption, or– oh god oh god oh god

it’s a god awful time, waiting for that second skin to peel away and leave them the fuck alone. thumping reverberates, an amplified ache, and then the door falls away and they with it.

“shit– y/n? injured or drunk?”          god, he’s so sweet. nothing useful registers; just blacks and grey [ stubble ] and pale skin / dark rings under [ eyes ] – there’s way too much sensation pouring in through every shred of skin held near.at leat the long kiss with the fucking front door desensitised that a lil bit.

          “…..shouta………..hm?”

“tell me your name.”

          oh lord, he’s worried. a stumbled reiteration soothes that some, but certainly not by much.

“what day is it?”

          “oh god, please don’t make me do that–” somewhere in the century that’s passed in hng shouta smell yeaaaahhh, there’s a click that casts out so much noise. rain’s obnoxious assault on the senses is cut short and they sag in [ arms ] distantly familiar.

“what day is it?”

          “shoutaaa… i’ hurts- uhm, uhm, fuck issit wednesday? should be wednesday night, went t’ club.” 

“partied with someone you don’t know?”

          “nno.”

          something high-pitched and short-lived arches into what’s roughwarmfirm. loud and bright and overwhelming all else; clean strokes of way too much / please more and the misery of begging for a cure.there’s a thumb at your mouth / but time passes too slowly and it’s gone ere you can lick it, pulling up eye’s lids until the hallway light is piercing. “–fuck, don’t do that!”

“where does it hurt?”

          “everywhere-” you squirm every time he lifts fabric just to uselessly look at your skin / cry for the skittering itching need when sure fingers check wrist, elbow, the inside of your knee - nothing lasts, not even long enough to fully register. “please, shouta-”

“tell me your address.”

          “–right here,” then, less obscenely, follows the street you stood out in the rain at, the house you’re in just to cling to his solid shapes.

“where are your friends?”

          “home. cab. took it together.” right, that happened. feels like oceans of drowning ago.

straight-up emergency calls Recovery Girl. she comes by despite the pouring rain; was on her way and also,,, u gonna help a pal out. goes yeah that’s what it looks like (completely unaffectedly asks shouta to keep his girl from rubbing themselves on her pls), then gives y/n a tablet that’s a sleeping pill & against inflammatory stuff, and a tiny smooch to help recover quicker - but a tiny one, cuz y/n is gonna need all of her energy.                 ( no not for that ya sickos >8) )

y/n remembers all that scattered intensity finally drawing into a focal point as shouta lets her grind on his thigh (he cannot touch her he just fucking can’t - and he’s right not to. he is not aroused in the slightest lmfao christ) before everything just. fades to black in her mind. she was not lucid enough to register the sleeping pill at the time (only swallowing smth), but come morning she can piece it together.she’s exhausted. and she’s slept – aizawa, sitting in a chair and at a desk to support him with what smells like bitter coffee, looks like shit. y/n cries for him, because they know how personally he takes things, how he worries, how it takes him a while to stop blaming himself for shit happening to ppl he loves. she’s sorry for burdening him - even if he prefers it, she’s just sorry to put him on the spot like that anyway. she cries for the scare– she cries for what could have happened.

shouta’s already called all the friends that went clubbing with his s/o and notified local police - both bc wtf this drug?? in civilian hands?? and obv to make sure they got home safe, and if they didn’t he’d call a hero to go find them. he’ll be questioning the friend who brought the drugs, find out whether this was a matter of accident or of someone dropping bad drugs in innocent hands.

y/n demands he come rest– shouta’s more than relieved to be able to hold them in his arms now without feeling dirty, though he remains cautious of reigniting smth somehow. but the drug’s immediate influences have passed - now their body’s exhausted both from it and from working it out their system. y/n couldn’t be less horny rn, just wants to cling to him & make sure he eats, gd. they take charge of the situation, of shouta and his guilt. he’s called in sick btw- sick, bc not spreading their private business all over w/o at least giving them time to prepare for it; it may go public anyway if it turns out to be a bigger problem. – s/o says ok. you’re going to eat. i’ll eat a lil too if i can keep it down. you can check on me in between making it (s/o is not gonna get up yet, that feels Not Good), then we drink some water, then we lay down here and rest. shouta’s won over bc logic and bc please let him physically curl arnd them to protect and wash away the night’s horrors.

[bunnyloveroverhere]

[gakutenn]

🎃 ¡ HAPPY HALLOWEEN !🎃

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[blurryumbrellas]

Just a couple sleepy Zawa's and a loud boi in the corner 😌💜

Also ft. The song i was listening to whilst doodling hehe.