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non-bee-knees · 2 years
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Okay, we all know that Shinsou is the Mini-Aizawa, I mean just look at them:
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It’s obvi.
But I’m here to tell you that Denki is absolutely the Mini-Mic
Loud, annoying
Surprisingly smart, super powerful
Both have cool yellow (not blonde) hair
Both wear leather jackets, some sort of ear covering and sunglasses in their hero costumes
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In less than a day, the Mini-Aizawa met the Mini-Mic. Love that (Aizawa is totally fuming; of all the kids he could be friends with, it was the Mini-Mic?!?)
Anyways, maybe everyone else noticed this ages ago, I’m only in the fandom like a month so cut me some slack
Here’s some cute Shinsou and Denki for the way out
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bakubunny · 6 months
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mini hc: aizawa makes lets you sit in his lap and cockwarm him while he does grading and writes lesson plans. you can bury your face in his shoulder, cling as much as you want, but that’s it. he might push into you every once in a while to hear you whine or say a few reassuring words, mumble under his breath as he reads whatever nonsense his students turned in. he’ll absentmindedly kiss you on the head, maybe rub your back or your ass as he works. and when he’s done for the day, maybe you’ll get more.
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vampireloverz · 1 year
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something annoyingly hot about the thought of aizawa fingering your mouth :/ like. tracing the swell of your lips, telling you to suck his fingers and get them wet so he can touch you, his mouth parted ever so slightly as his breath comes just a touch faster.
you sigh as he draws his fingers back, dragging them against your tongue on the slide out, and you’re ready to feel his touch between your legs— but his fingers just fill your hot mouth again. when your brows pinch together in confusion, aizawa tuts gently, his lips curling up into a lazy smile.
the motion of him pumping in and out of you is familiar, but odd to feel your mouth. despite your initial confusion, something wicked twists in your gut as aizawa’s thick fingers trace the ridges and grooves of your teeth. it starts to get sloppy as the pads of his fingers slip along your tongue, his knuckles soaked with your spit drag along the inside of your cheeks. another finger pushes into your mouth and stretches your lips when you purse them and suck, a paltry feign of sucking his cock but it gets you hot anyway.
he makes a noise deep in his chest as he finally pulls his hand back, strings of spit connecting his fingers to your open, panting mouth. when he flexes his hand you have to hold back a moan, your mouth suddenly feels achingly empty.
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paper--moons · 7 months
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Shouta masterfully redirecting baby Hitoshi's urge to draw on the walls with his big box of crayola markers by allowing him to instead draw cats in a rainbow of colors on his left arm while he grades papers with his right. It not only helps him keep an eye on him, but it'll wash off of his arm a lot easier than it would the wall (although Hizashi makes sure to snap a few quick pics of his new "tattoos" for their scrapbook before his next shower).
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aliveinacoffin · 10 months
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Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you☺️
Ofc! This seems so sad, idk if you wanted angst and comfort so I just made it angst/no comfort 😭
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My Own Mirror
I don't know if you wanted this to be a reader insert so I decided to just make it third person and give the little guy a nickname. as always, should be around 1k words!
TW for w33d smoking, mention of eating problems, mentions of childhood abuse, mentions of parent death, and suicidal ideations.
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The cold bitter air was a grounding feeling on the young woman's flesh. Her fingers curled around the blunt she had, the smoke disappearing into the night air. The pleasant haze was soon to take over her mind, something to finally take the stress away from her life.
The headache she had from her too tight ponytail or from the lack of water and food or from her classes.
Her life was already shit enough, with shit parents and an even shittier school experience. Her quirk gave her no physical advantages at all. Her strength, smarts, and speeds were purely human. The only thing she could rely on was her absolutely atomic quirk.
When she makes skin-to-skin contact with a quirk user, she can paralyze them for up to twenty minutes if she really tried. For non-quirk users, it was up to ten. Which was great since the victim had no option but to stay frozen in that same exact spot, but horrid when you realize that most heroes and villains had some sort of superhuman ability.
The raven haired girls spiraling thoughts stopped when her mind fully succumbed to the familiar haze of her old friend. Sighing, she put out the rest of her blunt and flicked off the tiny piece that was left. She watched it fling across U.A grounds, landing on the perfectly manicured lawn. She turned back to her room, locking the door behind her.
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"Now, I will make this clear since there was evidence of smoking on school grounds. Smoking, of any kind, is absolutely prohibited. If you are caught even within 50 feet of a cigarette butt, it's automatic expulsion." Aizawa Shouta's voice was clear and stern.
His dark eyes scanned the room of young future heros, spending equal time looking at each one. When his black eyes matched with golden ones, he quickly looked away.
The young woman had to keep the hair on her body from becoming hard points that gravitated towards the ground.
"Now, on with the assignment for the day." The cold teacher turned towards the chalkboard and started to write whatever hero ethics problems they had.
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"Aizawa-sensei, I was wondering if you could help me with this problem." Her voice rang out, just as monotone as his.
Shouta sighed, looking up at the younger version of him through tired eyes. Even though Aizawa was a common last name, it was hard to deny the fact that the young girl wasn't related to him. They had the same dark hair, the same dry humor, their looks were almost identical, and their quirks were only offshoots of the other. Even their eyes were the same, both of them turning a beautiful golden hue when they used their quirks.
Though, of course, many people were wrong in their assumptions. Most people thought that she was the older man's child. Thus, many affectionately gave her the title 'Little 'zawa' truly, a creative breakthough.
In truth, she was his younger sister. Way, younger sister. Even though both of them had been accidents, something both their parents had constantly reminded both, she was even more of a mistake than Shouta.
Still, his mini me shuffled closer to his desk, awkwardness filling her entire body. He had been thirteen when she was born, already going through puberty, and was ready to get out of the house when she had been born. To say they never had a good relationship was an understatement. The loss of his friend only estranged the two of them more.
"Make this quick, I have lots of papers to grade." Aizawa was blunt and to the point. Barely giving her a second glance as he went back to scratching off red marks on poor students' hard work.
Resentment filled her once again, anger curling up fast and hot in her. He had always made it clear that the two of them weren't close, that they had no personal relationship except matching parentage and had the unfortunate to end up in the same class.
"I was just struggling to understand question nine, and I needed further clarifying-" She started, trying to keep her brows from furrowing.
"I explained that in class, weren't you paying attention? I don't have the time to explain myself twice for everything I say." He was exasperated, simply put off by the entire interaction.
"It's just one question. Would it kill you to just talk to me?" Anger got the better of her, and the assignment she had crinkled under her fist. She moved to try and put herself in his line of vision and slammed her hands on top of his desk. "Are you that ashamed of me?"
In a quick movement, Shouta stood up to his towering height over the girl, eyes dark and mouth set in a harsh frown. "That's no way to speak to your teacher. Now you should leave before I give you detention." He had one hand on the armrest of his rolly chair, clenching the poor handle with all his might.
She glared at him, mirroring his expression before she started to blink away the rapidly forming hot tears. She made a quick turn on her heel, wadding up the assignment before chucking it into the trash bin by the door. "Thanks for the help, sensei!" Her angry voice yelled out to him as she disappeared down the hallway.
Aizawa sighed deeply, collapsing onto the chair and holding his aching head in his hands.
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Just as always, the sunset makes way for the moon to rise. The stars were no longer covered in the bright light of the sun, constellations, and milky ways soon were revealed in the dark night sky.
And just as always, little 'zawa found herself back on her balcony. She had some comfort with the makeshift overhead and the sheen blanket she had set up around it.
The remnants of her current activity lay around, little flakes of her weed staying untouched on her metal tray, her grinder next to it. Little sheets for her blunts gently swaying in the light breeze.
The only thing that gave herself away to anyone else was the smoke that occasionally bloomed up in the air.
Playing on her phone, her blunt fingernails tap tap tapping in the quiet night, sporadically inhaling her cure-all. She failed to notice the dark figure standing on her balcony.
Someone loudly cleared their throat, loudly and obnoxiously.
The sounds startled the girl, and panic seized her so badly that she dropped her phone and her blunt. Her head snapped with wide eyes finding the source of her interruption.
"Shit."
"That's all you have to say for yourself?" Aizawa said simply, face set in a disappointed scowl.
At those words, something in the girl's mind snapped, like a rubber band finally giving up after being stretched and forced too far.
"What else could I say? You won't listen to me either way, you hardly even spare a glance my way! When Mom died, you weren't even there. I had to sort her will all by myself, I had to plan her own funeral, and you left me to deal with Dad. You left me all alone, Shouta, do you even know who I am?" She sobbed, fat crocodile tears rolling down her face while her hands painfully clutched at her beating heart. Her hot face scrunched up at her older brother's form. "The only way I feel normal, where I don't want to just jump off a bridge is by getting fucked up."
There was a beat of silence, only the sounds of the youngest Aizawas crying could be heard.
"I'm sorry I was born and I'm sorry I ever came into your life." She said quietly, voice horse and barely above a whisper.
She looked up at her teacher, her older brother, a stranger through teary eyes.
The whole time Shouta had just been staring at her with an icy stare, "No, I have no idea who you are." He said, shoulders drooping, his eyes fluttering as he looked away.
Almost ashamed.
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sprinkanao · 10 months
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Guys, I made this 2048 Tokyo Mew Mew game
✨ enjoy and show me your final score! ✨
if you’d like to support me, there's now an option to buy me a coffee
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teatitty · 7 months
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Aizawa is a dom because no way a normal 15-16 year old would come up with the idea of a binding cloth [you all call it capture scarf in fics but Aizawa canonically refers to it as this] as a weapon choice and then proceed to not only use said binding weapon for the next 14-15 years but also brag about how you can't break out of it or tear it apart
Also? These shots speak for themselves. On top of that Aizawa's whole thing is hating being helpless/useless and being at his most comfortable when he's in control of a situation. He's a dom fellas
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aminifanartist · 2 years
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I am currently reading the Vigilantes manga so here is the rooftop gang,
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And Shinsou :)
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firesmokeandashes · 10 months
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Happy birthday to everyone's sleep-deprived-purple-haired mind controller! 🥳
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kusakichan15 · 1 year
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NEW HEADER ✨💕
If it weren't already obvious who I simp for then this banner edit should be a definitive answer 😂😂😂
And since this is already made... let me ask you guys despite it being over...
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midnightlee25 · 10 months
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Mini Profiles: Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)
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Yandere type: Obsessive, Possessive  
  Traits: Manipulative, Protective, Stalker, Controlling, Smothering 
  Is it Instant love or one that grow over time:  
It does take quite a bit of time for him to fall for his darling but the more he is with them the less time he will want to waste. 
  Delusional level (0-10):  
0, because he isn’t delusional could potentially help his darling, but it could also backfire on them. 
  How will do they hide their yandere side:  
He hides his yandere side very well all the way until the last possible moment which is when he reaches his last resort. The final plan to get his darling all to himself. 
  Danger level (0-10):  
8, there isn’t much he isn’t willing to do to get his darling in his arms. 
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aiamune · 1 year
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Damn I love the idea of ​​just- imagine Villain Mic, Villain Zawa, Villain Oboro ( Kurogiri 🤷‍♀️ ) and Aia having mini them-
Of course they look alike in every way except that they are much more adorable and smaller than the originals... I so want to draw lots of them 😭
But suddenly I made a drawing with Mini Villain Mic, mini Villain Zawa, Mini Kuro and Mini Aia :D
( Aia knew them when they was at UA 🤡 )
And on the second we have a mini Villain Mic which has just found something else to be able to probably burn paper 😂
The last time who did that, he burned down a house to complete his own...
Kurogiri was not very happy and Mic was proud of him 😂
To summarize the thing, Kuro is the dad who mainly has to watch Mic from his bullshit 4-year-olds because he just wants to have fun, Mic the chaotic child who only lives for games and entertainment, Aizawa who is clearly this cat who is always sulking and who must not shit and Aia who is the little ray of light from the moon which illuminates the darkness that her three there occupy with a lot of love and affection... she is much too nice for this world 🤡
Now it's credit time 🤡
For I think you will have understood it after 2 post that I really like Peace's Villain Mic 😂
But I also like Villain Zawa from Peace so I took the opportunity to draw him too 🤡
Credit : Villain Mic et Villain Zawa by @moonlight-shadxw
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vampireloverz · 1 year
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cw/tw: gn! reader, dom! reader + sub! aizawa, established relationship, one mention of sub reader, spanking with a paddle (aizawa receiving), safeword discussion but no use of them, no sex
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“Remember your safeword, yea?” you ask, securing his hair up with a claw clip.
Aizawa says the word, its repetition as easy as breathing, your dynamic already woven deep within the foundations of your relationship. It’s not always like this; sometimes you submit, sometimes there’s no play at all, but tonight you have a small leather paddle in your hand, your favorite to use on him.
The way each smack quickly melts into mind numbing stings is the best for when neither of you want a slow burn. You hate to tease Aizawa for too long, it’s too fun to watch him give himself to you. The way his eyes go all hazy and soft when he starts to sink doesn’t make you forget your role like it used to but it does make you a little more giving.
“Count,” you kiss his shoulder and you know he can hear the whisper of the paddle as you shift it into your hand, “Be good for me.”
Aizawa lays face down on the bed with his head cradled by his arms and body laid bare. You idly trace the curves and sinews of his body with the paddle, just light enough for him to feel it. He doesn’t move, doesn’t egg you on with words, he just lays there, waiting. His breath quickens when you take the paddle off him. All he can do is wait, he can’t see or feel you now.
You know his hero training instinct is telling him to perk his ears up to try and sus out where you are, you just have to wait a minute for him to fight that part of himself. You’re patient, but you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. The moment you see his shoulders relax, you move.
The strike on his ass must sting but you think it was more loud than painful. You wait.
“One.”
You smile, proud of him, and get to work.
The numbers fall easily, if not shakily, from his mouth as you build a steady rhythm. Not quick enough for each hit to blend into the next, just enough for each one to have its own noticeable pain, just enough for Aizawa to anticipate the next blow.
On a strong hit, he flubs the count, mumbling something incoherent that makes you pause. You tilt his head back and see exactly what you expected to see; teary eyed and slack jawed Aizawa. Your heart skips a beat at being able to get him to this point, to watch him sink even deeper into submission, it’s enough to make you want to push him a little further.
“I didn’t hear that, baby, try again.”
He blinks slowly then his gaze travels over to you. A tear rolls down his cheek and you brush it away with your knuckles, waiting patiently for him to speak.
Aizawa swallows deliberately, almost mechanically, and his voice is raspy and quiet when he admits, “I lost track.”
You click your tongue, “Then we start over. This time, I want you to thank me.”
A pause to let the order sink in, he nods. Then you’re at it again, the strength of your arm just a little more cruel.
“One, thank you.”
You make it only a few more spanks when Aizawa’s voice breaks on the second syllable of a number. He trembles as you move and sit beside him, setting the paddle aside so you can pet his back and release his hair clip. 
“Tell me how you’re doing.”
Aizawa huffs, his breath coming out warbly as he turns his face towards you. His face is beautifully flushed, eyes wet with tears and lips bitten dark. It takes a moment for him to focus on you but he smiles when he meets your eyes.
“Green,” his eyes flutter when you drag your thumb along his bottom lip, “Green.”
You grab a fistful of his hair with your other hand and tug hard enough to tilt his head back, “So what do you say?”
“Thank you.”
Aizawa groans against your lips when you kiss him, a soft, almost pathetic little noise in the back of his throat. You pet his cheek and whisper, “That’s my good boy.”
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for yoooooou my love @pupkou 🤍 im so sorry this took 6348790328 years </3
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paper--moons · 8 months
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Nemuri getting that Hello Kitty xylophone for Hizashi and Shouta to share but they just become little menaces when they discover they can whack things that aren't the xylophone with their little wooden mallets and get equally as interesting noises. Like Yagi's knees.
The mallets are,,, quickly confiscated.
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bigbrainbiology · 1 year
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21) Mew Mint <3
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writersmorgue · 2 years
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...this is very entertaining
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