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animeaandp · 7 days
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Aizawa stroking your hair and rubbing your back while he explains to you why it is irrational for you to think that you are unloveable >>>>>>
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animeaandp · 17 days
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You woke up, needy for Aizawa. Who was still sleeping beside you with his hips pressed tightly against your ass and his hands on the lower parts of your waist and thighs. Although he was still asleep, you couldn't help yourself. You were far too horny to deal with this by yourself. You start slowly grinding your ass against his cock which is tucked away in his sweatpants.
As you do this, you get flashbacks to how he ass fucked you until you were practically brain dead. One of the most amazing feelings in your life. Especially since it was Aizawa.
You manage to turn on your side that's facing him and sliding down carefully, to not wake him up, on the bed until you're face is where his cock is or at least in the general area. You ever so carefully slid Aizawa's massive horse cock out of his pants and start sucking his tip.
This goes on for a while until he wakes up when he cums in your mouth. You swallow his cum happily, unaware he's awake. Until he moves one of his hands to grasp your right tit gently but firm. You let out an involuntarily small moan as he starts to twist your nipple a bit.
Let's just say that you might need Plan B and a wheelchair tomorrow after that night with him.
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animeaandp · 17 days
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You were being cranky, snappy and angry in public for no proper reason, and he gets a little annoyed. He sighs a little and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Him: What's up with you today? Didn't I "feed" you properly?
On hearing this, you freeze slightly and falter mid-sentence, because you know what he meant by "feed", and that implication sent a shiver up your spine. You look at him and see the unfaltering stare he is giving you and confirm that he meant what you thought he did. God, there was a showdown to be expected when you reach home, and this thought made all the other thoughts fade out of your mind.
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animeaandp · 17 days
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Desire
/dɪˈzʌɪə/ noun A strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
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!! WARNING !! smutty themes f!reader x aizawa.
☁︎ Aizawa's touch felt like a fresh breath, your bodies flush against each other. ☁︎
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Summary: You and Aizawa end up getting stuck in one of the storage rooms in the left wing- not frequently visited. The tension in the air and the lack of space result in something...more.
A/N: hehe :3
A song to enjoy while reading this: if u think i'm pretty ⚬ Artemas
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Your eyes fixated on Aizawa's back as his shoulders moved slightly with each step he took. He wasn't in that same old hero attire for once, since there was a press event today. You admired his chiselled figure that was poking through the white shirt and tight pants he was wearing. You swallowed, noticing how much bigger he was than you. The classrooms were running low on paper, which made Aizawa sigh and beckon you to follow him to the storage rooms to grab a few boxes of materials he needed.
Biting your bottom lip, you thought about how the last few weeks with Aizawa had been. Each moment was so warm, yet strangely sensual. It came so easily between you two. Lost in thought, you bumped into a wall- the wall making an 'oof' sound. Since when did walls make those kinds of sounds? Turns out, what you thought was a wall wasn't a wall at all.
"Still sore from yesterday, L/N?" He said smirking, referencing your sparring session. "Maybe." You said dryly, pouting while looking away. Aizawa responded by resting his hand on the small of your back. Your eyes made contact with his inky ones. He maintained the contact, tilting his head as if asking you if something was wrong. Swallowing, he turned away and continued walking in silence.
Aizawa switched on the light, commenting on how dusty it was In there. "Hold the door open for me, need space to get the boxes out," he mumbled, moving to the racks stacked with various boxes labelled with markers in bold lettering. You held the weighted grey door open, waiting for him to grab the materials he needed. Aizawa walked right into a rack, making the boxes tumble.
"Aizawa!" You exclaimed as you lunged forward in an attempt to pull him away. His body stumbled into yours. "I could have taken care of myself, L/N." Aizawa stated, just as a soft click was heard behind you two. You looked at him, whose mouth was slightly open out of shock. Well, this was awkward. You laughed nervously- "Oops?"
"I hope you do remember neither of us have the keys to open this door?" Aizawa stated, rolling his eyes. He tried moving around, your body now facing the door. Aizawa grit his teeth, throwing his head back in frustration. All this moving wasn't helping. The air felt stiff and heavy, the smell of cardboard boxes filling the air. Your chest pressed against the door, and his body clung to yours from behind- no space to move around now. Looking at the floor, you breathed out trying to think while tapping your heels on the floor anxiously.
The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Aizawa breathed heavily into your ear, bringing you back to the present situation. "Stop moving." He commanded, his voice deeper than usual. You tried looking back to take a look at his face, but his fingers dug into the flesh on your hips. "I told you to stop moving." Aizawa breathed out, punctuating each word with a firm silence. He sounded like he was...out of breath? You didn't understand why, opening your mouth to say something sarcastic when you felt something poke your bottom half.
Aizawa pushed you forward, using his body. You pressed your hands on the shut door, trying to support yourself. He pushed into you, almost out of instinct, a moan slipping out of his mouth, smooth like honey. "I'm- sorry." Aizawa said, his hard-on pressed firm into your ass. "There's no space to mo-"
"You don't sound very sorry." You stated, trying to sound confident but just as nervous if not more than Aizawa. "L/NNhh-" Aizawa breathed into your ear, feeling around your pockets for your phone. "I think we're past last names now," you stated, out of breath yourself- unable to believe this was actually happening. Aizawa hummed, his hips pressed into yours as his hands patted your pockets. His breath was hot and heavy, the moment felt so intimate despite the awkwardness and lack of professionalism. Pulling your phone out, you rested your head against his chest as he switched on your phone. "Fuck." There's no signal here.
"I guess we're stuck here for a while then, aren't we?" You joked, pushing back at him.
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animeaandp · 17 days
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suguru sent satoru videos of him fucking you or his dick shoved down your throat.
it was a recurring thing, and suguru knew how badly satoru wanted you, taking about you all day long and being out of his head about you.
so suguru took it upon himself to fuck you… over and over and over again, then send a video each and every time of him doing just that.
the way his hands caressed your body and groped your breast, his big dick siding in and out of you, all while satoru watched on the other side of the screen.
satoru should’ve been red; he should’ve been red in the face. he should’ve fucked suguru up for taking what’s his, but he wasn’t.
instead, it turned him on.
turned him on to watch to get fucked out of your brain by his best friend, your whimpers and moans booming off his phone.
after the fifth time of receiving a video of you getting fucked, satoru would tell suguru to do things and give instructions.
suguru would comply because it was fun—slapping you on your ass repeatedly until you couldn’t sit down, grabbing your hair and fucking your mouth—and a video of you deep-throating him.
these videos compiled more and more, and you knew.
you knew suguru sent dirty videos to satoru and you liked it. you liked having someone watch you and fawn over you.
knowing that he had no access to you but through the video, and satoru got off to them every time.
watching you get slut out sent heat straight to his length and he had no choice but to touch himself.
the feeling of satoru not being able to touch you but be touched by suguru felt… so different yet so good, it turned him on.
suguru will continue to fuck you and send videos and satoru will continue to get off to them, wishing it was him touching you.
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Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭
❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜
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geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.
warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.
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☆ GOJO
without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.
“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”
“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”
“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”
“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.
you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.
whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.
“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”
gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,
“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”
and he’s serious, deadly.
his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”
strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.
“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.
after all….he was the strongest.
so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.
☆ TOJI
his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.
“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.
toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.
“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”
“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”
“who?”
you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.
toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”
chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”
“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.
“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.
another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”
for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.
exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”
☆ SUKUNA
“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”
“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.
sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.
after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.
beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”
“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”
“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”
just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.
it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.
you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.
his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.
“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”
“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.
yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”
☆ GETO
his stamina comes out of nowhere . .
you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.
“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.
you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.
geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”
his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.
“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.
“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.
but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”
“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.
geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”
☆ CHOSO
with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.
he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.
“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”
you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.
“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”
“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”
as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”
“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.
“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.
choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.
shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.
choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”
you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”
“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”
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animeaandp · 17 days
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haii I love ur acc so far! I was wondering if I could request something w aizawa? i luv him lol ♥︎ how abt some daddy zawa,, do w that whatchu will !! >:3
Hi nonnie! Twirls my hair and giggles
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𖤐 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖’𝐒: (𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐎) 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 “𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄“, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𖤐
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He doesn’t really like you wearing clothes around the house—unless they’re his. He’s okay with that. It’s you in a full outfit, dressed like you’re going somewhere, that ticks him off. You hadn’t communicated any plans, which you know you’re supposed to do, yet here you are, dressed.
“Where are you off to?” He asks, voice even yet stern as you enter the living room. He’s sitting on the sofa, tucked against the arm, student papers scattered around. He sets the one he was grading aside to pay full attention to you.
Your face twists into a sweet, shy little expression, “Nowhere. I just got these new clothes recently and wanted to get your opinion. What’d’you think?” You twirled where you stood, and Shouta furrowed his brows at the outfit choice. It was definitely cute, but it was also tight. Too tight and too revealing for his tastes.
“It’s very nice,” He murmured, “But I wouldn’t have picked it out myself. When did you get this? Who did you get it with?”
You wilted slightly at his disapproval, and stepped closer to the couch. Your head bowed slightly, “I just went with my friends. It was about two weeks ago.”
Shouta hummed, “Your usual group of friends?” Disappointment soured his voice, and an embarrassed frown slid onto your face.
“Yeah,” you admitted. Shouta tsked.
“You know how I feel about them, sweetheart. They aren’t good influences for girls like you. They’ll ruin you,” Shouta finished with a hard look at you, though his eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead, they were locked onto your chest, where your low-cut top showed a little bit of cleavage.
Your breath hitched softly, and you stepped closer to Shouta, shyly entering his space. He welcomed you, spreading his knees to allow you to stand before him. Somehow, despite him looking up at you, all the power continued to lean in his favor.
“Daddy,” your voice was demure, “I can return them, if you want,” you dropped to a saccharine sweet murmur, “I kept the receipts and the tags, just in case.”
Shouta’s mouth slowly changed, adjusting from his sour scowl to an approving little smirk. He patted his lap, and you eagerly climbed on, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and cuddling close. He held you easily, and with a pleased little sigh, lowered his hand to palm at your ass. You gasped when he gently smacked it, before gripping it roughly in his palm.
“You’re so good,” he purred, “Such an obedient girl.”
You retracted away from him slightly, face burning hot, and he used his other hand to cradle your jaw. His eyes, tired but bright, locked onto yours.
“You can keep the clothes, but they stay at home, okay? I really do think they look nice.”
You nodded, heart thumping in your ears. Shouta continued, a gloating sort of look bleeding onto his face.
“Who do you belong to?” He murmured.
You shivered, “You, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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animeaandp · 17 days
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Just shota x free use fem reader , just leave it here
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okay um. i’ve been sitting on this bc free use just feels like shota’s vibe. and i’m almost overwhelmed with the idea. like. you don’t understand. 😵‍💫
sitting next to him at home and he pulls you in for a kiss before pushing your head into his lap while he reads.
putting you bound, on your knees against the side of the bed so he can fuck your face a little white he folds laundry, not really caring if you gag and sputter. eventually untying you so you can suck him properly.
grinding into you whenever he wants. touching you like property. shota’s hands under your shirt or down your panties out of the blue just to tease you and hear you whine. bending you over when you’re in the middle of something and pulling your pants down to kiss your ass and thighs before he puts his hand or his mouth between your legs. pulling your clothes back up when he’s got you almost shaking under his touch.
shota fucking you stupid whenever. not much warning, just a little spit before he’s splitting you wide open, no matter if you think it hurts or not.
making you cum as many times as he wants. free use is his excuse to hold a wand to you as long as he’d like.
cockwarming. so much cockwarming, especially late at night if he can’t sleep.
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animeaandp · 17 days
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Big daddy doms who spoil black fem reader way to much >>>>
Kirishima Ony Aizawa Toji Bakugou + your fav
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animeaandp · 17 days
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Your number 1 dick rider is baaacckkk<33
Aizawa has a breeding kink. All his chaotic kids he teaches? Yeah, he wants some biological ones with you.
For sure, after taking care of class 1-A and being an adoptive father to eri he thinks giving her a younger sibling will be good for her. Absolutely blows your shit out the frame, that is a man on a MISSION 😭 don’t even joke about it bc he will straight up tell you yes
“You fuck like you’re trying to knock me up or something shota.”
“Because I am.”
He has like a calendar of when he fucks you to keep track of to see when it will take. Subtlety starts Rawing you too like?? All of a sudden Mr, go grab the condoms is too excited to remember to use one. He will shrug if you bring it up
“Don’t walk around looking that fine then” man is a menace to society
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animeaandp · 17 days
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Day Off
Thinking About…
… Thinking about how Aizawa loves his hair being pulled. He loves it so much that he overstimulates you until you pull his hair trying to pull him off with what little strength you have left about being brought to the edge over and over for hours. It was his day off after all, how else would he spend it if its not spent with you crying on his cock for hours at a time switching between begging for more and pleading for release.
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animeaandp · 18 days
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Aizawa x reader - all this time
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Shouta Aizawa x Reader. Reader went to UA with him, and was practically Oboros sibling, but then he died. After Oboro died, Reader ran away and became a vigilante. One who was violent to the villains who killed their brother. After ten years and Aizawa is a teacher at UA they literally crash into his life again. Before reader left them and Shouta had been pining after each other hard core. Reader crashes into the USJ somehow, and beats the crap out of Tomura. (maybe Tomura ends up being readers brother? bio brother??) and is ready to kill to protect Shouta then fluff. the students live reader. - @nyxiethesimp 💜
You had been tracking the league of villains for a long time, you had been following their every move, targeting anybody they had links with, any other low life petty criminal you would just get rid off.
The heroes couldn’t do their jobs, they were useless.
You wanted justice, the people wanted justice, and you were going to bring them that justice no matter who got in your way.
You knew what they were planning next, so you wasted no time in running to the USJ.
Everybody was panicking, Aizawa was willing to do whatever it took to protect his students no matter the cost, even if it cost him his own life.
He stood no chance against Shigaraki or the Nomu he was fighting, but he wasn’t just going to let his students die at the hands of some villains.
Maybe that’s why nobody heard the loud bang, with all the commotion going on the sound just blended in with everything else.
You rolled over the ground a few times, and you crouched down, the chains you had wrapped around your arms making a rattling and clanging noise.
You crouched, resting your arms on your knees as you looked at the scene in front of you.
“Well if it isn’t the vigilante.” Shigaraki smirked.
You titled your head to the side just slightly.
“Hello justice.” He said.
You didn’t reply, but you did flick your gaze to the man that was pinned under him, your eyes locking with his black ones.
He seemed to be regarding you, and you looked to the students that were hiding from the villains.
“Oh yes, I forgot you know the mighty eraserhead right? Didn’t you go to school together? Oh! I remember you telling me all about him!”
You pushed yourself up, reaching your hands behind your back.
Shigaraki didn’t move, but the nomu stood next to him did, waiting for its orders.
“No love for your baby brother? We used to be so close.” He mocked.
He smirked a little.
“I want your hands to join the others, I have mothers, and fathers, i need you too.”
The nomu ran at you and you easily dodged the attacks, drawing the two swords from your back, the chains rattling as you moved.
You moved from side to side, making no attempt to attack the creature trying to hurt you.
“You were always so cool!” Your little brother gushed.
You swung your sword, slashing it right across the nomu and the wound healed almost instantly.
You were getting a read for the creature, learning how it moved, the attacks it favoured, how fast it was.
You were pin pointing any weak spots that you could find, making a note of them all while you deflected attacks and got in hits of your own.
You heard Aizawa groan in pain, and you glanced over, ducking under the attack that was aimed for you.
You charged for Shigaraki, grabbing him by the throat and you tossed him from Aizawa, placing your hand on the Nomu, sending a series of small pellet like bullets through it.
It stumbled back a little, and you placed your knee onto the heroes back, keeping him pinned to the ground.
Grabbing your swords, you primed one ready and threw it, straight through the head of the nomu and it fell, dropping to the floor.
Then your turned to face shigaraki.
“Why are you protecting them?!” He screamed.
You stayed quiet, and he clenched his jaw.
“You can’t protect them all!”
He ran towards one of the students, and you charged at him, gripping the chains you swung them, hitting him in the back, knocking him to the ground.
You swung the other chain, and he caught it, watching as it disintegrated in his palms and he narrowed his eyes.
“You’re pissing me off. I don’t like it when you piss me off.” He warned.
You stared at him, guiding the students behind you and over to their teacher, and you followed them quietly.
You helped Aizawa on to the back of a green haired student, and you handed your sword to another green haired one, a girl.
“Wait you need that!” One of them protested.
“You’re getting in the way!”
Shigaraki charged at you, wrapping four fingers around your throat, and you stood there staring at them.
“He doesn’t remember you~” he mocked.
He brought his other hand up, tugging at the bandanna that was wrapped around your face.
You didn’t move, you just stood there, eyes boring into that of the hero you once went to school with, were a student with.
His eyes widened a little.
“(Y/N)…” he whispered.
“Oh you remember! Hopefully you remember when you have to bury my dear sibling underground~”
You swung your arm back, slamming your elbow into his ribs, and you spun around, holding your hand out.
Your blood pooled into a sword in your hands and you charged, engaging a full on fight with the well known villain.
His quirk had no effect on your blood, since it wasn’t actually a solid, he couldn’t use his decay on it.
You carried on fighting him, occasionally cutting him, but nothing life threatening, and when his group came to bail him out you just stood there.
You stared at your brother as he left and turned around, making your towards the entrance, you pulled your mask back up and walked over to the students.
They all got ready to fight you, knowing exactly who you were and what you did, but you ignored him, walking to Aizawa.
Rolling up your sleeve, you took the bandages around arm and began to wrap them around his wounds.
“Why’re you helping us?” A student asked nervously.
You glanced at him, but didn’t reply.
You went back to wrapping up the wounds until you ran out of bandages, and you stepped back.
“Don’t.. walk away…” Aizawa grumbled.
You placed a hand on his forehead, patting it a couple of times before you turned around and walked away, making your way back to how you got in.
After that day you went back to what you were doing, having spent a few weeks fixing your chains.
That’s how you ran into Aizawa again, he was on night patrol, and you were looking for villains to beat the daylight out off and you two literally ran right into one another.
You stared at one another for a couple of seconds, and you swung your arm, chains knocking him from his feet.
“(Y/N)!”
You spun around, running back the way you had come from and Aizawa was right behind you.
He followed you up to the top of a building before he managed to catch you with his cloth around his neck.
You couldn’t reach your swords, so you manifested your blood into one.
“Hey! Hey! I’m not here to hurt you!”
Aizawa walked around you, and he stood in front of you, hands raised as he took his scarf back.
“I just want to talk, that’s it. It’s a lot of hassle to chase after you every single time, and I’ve not been told to arrest you.”
You narrowed your eyes a little bit.
“Everybody thought you died (Y/N), after.. well, you know, you just disappeared of the face of the earth. You didn’t even get in contact with anybody.”
He sounded angry, maybe a little disappointed or annoyed, that part you couldn’t tell.
Aizawa sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and he gestured to the side with his head.
“Can we talk?”
You gave a single nod of your head.
You knew you weren’t going to be able to outrun him, he was going to keep chasing after you, keeping looking for you and you couldn’t be bothered with that.
You trailed after him, not really interested in anything at all, but you knew where he was taking you.
He was talking you to his apartment, he wasn’t worried about you finding out where he lived, he knew you, knew your profile.
You hated villains, you hated heroes too, but villains even more, so you wouldn’t go around giving his address out to anybody.
He opened the door to let you inside and you stood awkwardly in the hallway, looking at the cat that walked over to him.
He knelt down to scratch the cat, and you just stood there.
“His name is Duke.”
Aizawa stood up, walking into the living room and you followed him, sitting down on the opposite end of the room to him.
He sat on the couch, neither of you speaking for a couple of minutes.
You turned your attention to the cat that was wondering over, and held your hand out, letting him decide if he wanted attention.
“Thank you.”
You looked up at him.
“For helping us. I know heroes aren’t exactly on the top of your list of your favourite people, you didn’t have to help me or my students but you did.”
You shrugged a little bit, looking away from him.
Aizawa sighed slightly.
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
This caught your attention, and Aizawa noticed the way you visibly tensed.
He slowly got up, making his way over and he slowly crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his knees.
He was the reason you did that, after hanging around with him for so long when you were younger you just picked up some of his habits, some things that he did.
“Why won’t you talk to me? Do you hate me that much? Is it because I’m a hero? Was it something I did? I don’t understand. You haven’t said a single word, you didn’t speak back at the USJ either.”
Aizawa studied you carefully.
“What happened in these years you’ve been gone?”
Aizawa reached out, and you tensed up, slowly turning your head away.
“It’s alright.”
Aizawa slowly reached over, and he pushed your hood down, reaching around the back of your head, untying the bandanna.
He held it there, not removing it yet.
Your eyes locked with his, and you gave a small nod of your head, letting him know that he was alright to go ahead.
He removed it, setting it on the ground and turned his gaze back to you.
Aizawa placed a finger under your chin, tilting it up slightly, looking at your next.
He saw the scars, the same scars he had on his elbow, from Shigaraki, the decay quirk.
“Does it hurt?” He asked.
You shook your head.
Aizawa ran a couple of fingers over the scar lightly, and took a good look at you.
There was a few small scars on your face, but you hadn’t really changed all that much.
“You could’ve been an amazing hero (Y/N)…”
You scowled.
“I know, I know. You blame the heroes for what happened to your brother, you blame the villains and the heroes for what happened to Oboro.”
Aizawa got up, walking over he opened a book and took something out of it, then he grabbed a pad and pen and walked back to you.
He sat down in front of you, setting the pad and pen down first, then he held out the photo, letting you take it.
“I still have this. We found it in your apartment when we tried to find you. Me and Mic.”
You furrowed your brows a little, and Aizawa pointed to the blond haired boy in the photo.
“Hizashi is a hero too, present mic. Still as loud and as obnoxious as ever but we all knew he was never really going to change. Hell, you even called it that he was still going to be the exact same.”
You gave a silent laugh, smiling sadly as you looked at the photo, you and your friends all those years ago.
You had almost forgotten what it was like to be at UA, studying to be a hero, having your whole life ahead of you like that.
“Nezu wants to offer you a deal.”
You looked up at your friend.
“If you agree to come be a teaching assistant with me, all the charges against you were dropped. You want to stop villains, so do we.”
You set the photo down, grabbing the pad and pen and scribbled something down.
‘Not a chance.’
He sighed.
“Just at least come and have a look. You can actually give these kids a view of real life and what it’s like.”
‘I don’t care.’
You stood up, tossed the pad and pen aside.
Making your way back to the door you were stopped by Aizawa calling your name.
“That day I said there was something I wanted to tell you after school.”
You cast a look behind you as you tied the bandanna back around your face.
“I wanted to ask you on a date. Come to UA on Monday, first thing in the morning. If you do I’ll tell you more.”
You left, going back to what you were doing.
Aizawa waited by the gates on Monday morning with Nezu.
“Do you think they’ll show?” Nezu asked.
“I could never predict what they were doing to do, nobody could. That was (Y/N)s job, study someone for a few moments and they knew what every next move would be.”
Nezu nodded slightly.
“Well, perhaps we should consider offering a different incentive. What did you say to encourage them?”
Aizawa glanced down at Nezu.
“Something I knew would get their interest.”
Aizawa gestured to the entrance and Nezu turned to look.
You were stood there with your hands in your pockets.
“Oh you came, how delightful, please come with us.”
You followed them idly.
You had no interested in being there, you were only there because of Aizawa.
You had a long meeting with Nezu, and finally you were allowed to follow Aizawa, and he led you to his classroom.
“I’m sure you all know the vigilante Justice.”
Aizawa pointed to you and the classroom fell quiet.
“ITS YOU!”
“Thank you for saving us!” Someone gushed.
You scowled and moved away from the students who came to ask you a whole bunch of questions.
“Justice can’t speak. Sit down, ask questions one at a time.”
The students complied, and Aizawa handed you some chalk before he laid down behind his desk, closing his eyes.
You looked at him but said nothing to him, you just wrote on the board.
“Do whatever I don’t care.’
“Can we ask questions?” A girl asked.
‘I don’t care. If I don’t like them I won’t answer them.’
They nodded their heads, raising their hands to ask you questions and you answered the ones you felt like answering.
You couldn’t exactly leave, you knew you were being watched.
Aizawa wasn’t actually sleeping, he just wanted to see how you would handle the situation he placed you in.
He was laid on the floor, occasionally looking up at you to see what you were doing, just studying you.
He knew you were waiting to talk to him about you said, and he knew that conversation couldn’t be avoided for much longer.
He avoided it long enough when you were students, then he lost your for years, now he didn’t want to avoid it anymore because he had never stopped thinking about you
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animeaandp · 19 days
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Love in the Quiet ~Shōta Aizawa~
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The soft glow of the evening sun painted warm hues across the cozy living room, casting a comforting atmosphere that enveloped you and Shōta Aizawa. The two of you were seated on the couch, nestled in each other's presence as the day's chaos melted away. Aizawa, with his signature messy hair and tired eyes, looked remarkably content as he idly played with your hair.
You snuggled into his side, sighing in contentment. "Today was exhausting, wasn't it?" you remarked, tracing circles on his hand.
Aizawa nodded, letting out a low hum. "Yeah, dealing with those first-year students can be draining sometimes. But seeing them grow makes it worth it."
You chuckled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Just like how being married to you makes everything worth it."
Aizawa's stoic expression softened, a rare but genuine smile gracing his lips. "Smooth," he teased, "but I can't deny it makes my day better."
As the evening unfolded, you found yourselves engaged in a variety of conversations. From the quirks and peculiarities of your students to Aizawa's latest cat-related grievances, the topics flowed seamlessly. It was in these simple moments that you cherished the most – the calm discussions that spoke volumes without words.
"Do you ever regret marrying me?" Aizawa asked suddenly, his gaze fixed on the TV, but his question hung in the air.
You turned to him, a small furrow on your brow. "Regret? Why would I ever regret being married to you?"
Aizawa shrugged, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm not exactly the most conventional choice. My job is dangerous, and I'm not the most sociable person. Sometimes, I wonder if you deserve someone better."
You gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Shōta Aizawa, you are exactly who I want. Your dedication to your students, your strength, your quiet kindness – all of it. I love you for who you are, and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else."
His eyes softened, and he leaned into your touch. "I love you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
The quiet evening continued, filled with shared laughter, stolen glances, and the soothing background noise of the city outside. Eventually, you found yourselves wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke louder than any words could. Aizawa shifted slightly, pulling you even closer.
"Are you tired?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.
You shook your head, smiling up at him. "Not at all. I could stay like this forever."
Aizawa chuckled, a rare, genuine sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, forever might be pushing it, but I'm not opposed to staying like this for a little while longer."
And so, you remained entwined with the man you loved, the world outside forgotten for a moment. In the quiet sanctuary of your home, under the watchful gaze of Aizawa's vigilant eyes, you found solace – a haven where love thrived and time seemed to stand still.
~iseebumblebee 
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animeaandp · 19 days
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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.
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So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.
There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.
Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.
What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.
It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..
_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."
It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.
_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.
_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.
_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.
How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?
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animeaandp · 22 days
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Aizawa wasn't really the one to keep you tied up like one of his captives, his scarf only delicately wrapping your wrists every now and then– but when you just wouldn't keep still...
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, tired!aizawa, bondage (aizawa's scarf), positions: missionary & riding, p in v intercourse, slight dirty talk & praising, mentions of cunnilingus, creampie, bit of frustration (reader squirms and he slips out), aizawa fucks reader after a mission basically (he's v blunt).
a/n: haven't thought about him for a minute so i took the liberty of watching a couple scenes of him in action and- yeah i'm still obsessed haha. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
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Aizawa had you pinned– binded up in his scarf with his cock driving you up a wall. He was still in his pro hero get up, his goggles pushed up into his hair so he could see you properly and his hands tightened their grip on the scarf as he picked up his thrusts. You had your legs wide for him, trying desperately to keep up with his stamina, but the idea of his scarf wrapped around you made you squirm. 
You felt like you were one of the villains he’s captured, completely immobilized in a way that made you so fucking wet. Your pussy squelched every time he fucked into you, your legs shaking around him as you tried to wrap them around his waist– but you just couldn’t and ended up arching your back a little too much, causing him to slip out.
A sharp groan escaped him, his grip falling away from the restraints and you fell back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. You wanted to be closer to him, but he made it difficult with his scarf. “Sho–” 
“I won’t say it again, Y/N.” You heard Aizawa say above you before flipping you both over, forcing you to straddle his waist. “Stay still this time.” 
Sometimes you needed to fuck the tiredness out of him– not this time though, his body was reeling for more of your dripping cunt and you were making it nearly impossible for him to get anywhere with you. Not with the way you squirmed at every little thing he did, your pussy so incredibly sensitive tonight that it made him huff in frustration. 
Maybe if you were in this position– hoisted on top of him, he could actually get somewhere.
His cock slipped back inside you with ease, your walls fluttering around him as you took him deep once more and a guttural moan was drawn from him as you sat down fully. “Good girl– stay like this for me... Let me do all the work.” 
He drew the scarf around you, binding your chest, waist, and arms together in order to lift you up more steadily. You pouted at him once he resituated himself, the cloth holding you hostage as he aimed to bounce you on his cock. 
And he sure fucking did, the first thrust sending you spiraling with ecstasy as he rammed into your sweet spot. God, he felt so much bigger this way– he was sooo deep in you, kissing your cervix everytime he fucked up into you with harsh pants falling from his lips. 
Looking down at him past the hazy pleasure, his hair splayed out against the pillow and his eyes were lidded with desperate aching. He looked so tired– but with the way he had you rocking your hips down onto him, you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. The stubble on his face had grown out considerably, plaguing you with thoughts of him between your legs; lapping at your entrance afterwards. Maybe you should ask him– your impending orgasm rushing up your spine as his scarf got tighter around you.
You watched his wrists curve around the scarf, pulling it taut and his muscles flexed as he held it in place. “S-Sho–” 
“Yeah?” 
“Clean me up afterwards?” You whined innocently before spasming around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you were pushed over the edge by the stutter of his hips. Aizawa groaned out as you clenched his cock harshly, his movements stilling as he came inside you from your dirty question.
“Cum on my tongue quickly now– I’m tired.” You knew it wasn’t going to be quick, his tongue had to caress every inch before he’s ever satisfied.
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animeaandp · 22 days
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BNHA Incorrect quotes #2 EGG-celent
UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n...
Secretary!Y/n*Currently looking for a therapist for 1-A in their spare time in your desk*...better make sure to look for one who specializes in anger management for the little chihuahua-
Aizawa*Coming in*Y/n i need the-
Secretary!Y/n*Handing him the freshly printed test sheets*
Aizawa*Blinks and hums taking it*oh also didn't have chance to-
Secretary!Y/n*Already handing him a thermo with fresh coffee with a still warm breakfast egg sandwich in the shape of a cat face, not even looking away from the screen*
Aizawa*Grabbing the breakfast and looking at you*...Marry me?
Secretary!Y/n: I took care of that too, We've been married for the last 7 years~
Aizawa*Sipping his coffee with a hum and slight smirk*Excelent...
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