shota aizawa isn’t a different man when he’s in love; he is a version of himself he keeps sacred, secret, and soft.
shota is the type to dote; he is quiet, calm questions at the end of a long day. he’s always attentive— with deep mhm’s rumbling out between pauses in your emphatic re-tellings — while he listens. shota is a man of action who knows you struggle to ask for what you need, so he leads with a gentle hand.
shota fills your water bottle when he notices it’s empty. he helps you into your coat every morning. he does the dishes — not because he’s a fan of chores, but because he knows you hate doing them and knows you always feel better with a clean home & an empty sink.
shota is a man who yearns with enough weight that it feels like he’s drowning at times. he thinks about you often — bandage-wrapped fingers and bruised knuckles send messages during the lulls on patrol. you wake to messages attempting to dictate a fraction of his longing.
[txt] i miss you very much, little angel
shota is devoted — intense and purposeful in his demonstration of love. you manage to puncture his usual apathetic, unethused exterior. you are the only person who he trusts with this version of himself; with you, it’s a hand on the middle of your back, a tight smile that always reaches his eyes, and a bundle of compliments that tumble out unburdened.
shota chases your reactions — the ones where you explode with uncontainable adoration. he never thought he’d be the type of man to fixate on your key-smashed reply to a hazy, half-exposed picture of his body, but here he is. he never thought he’d willfully strip himself down, in both body and soul, for another person. but, he does it over and over for you.
shota pours it all into his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours. he pours it all into whispered filth while he’s buried to the hilt inside you: promises of a future & praise, praise, praise — because in the mess of sex he can let it all tumble it out between tongue and tension. he fucks you right, and he murmurs promises of things he wants while he does; a ring, a winter wedding, a home.
Oh uhm hello! This is my very first time requesting or doing anything like this so sorry if i put this on a wrong request thing haha...(my phone can't read fonts 😭), just a request for our lord and savior jesus shota aizawa, its gonna be sfw and gender neutral, currently i've been seeing this clip of lucoa from dragon's maid on how she mentions shouto's name (she calls him "shouto baby") and i wanna see aizawa's reaction to their s/o calling them that nickname, feel free to avoid btw!
Shouta "Erasurehead" Aizawa x [GN]Reader
warning(s): sfw, i suck at fluff 🤓, Aizawa is secretly a softie hc, blushing!Aizawa.
read more: masterlist | adult masterlist
a/n: it's always sex sex sex with you ppl 🙄 (i am ppl) i need something normal to nourish my soul. also i wonder if it's readable now..? ian change anything but phones do update yk LOLLL. anywhom, here you go... thank you anon!
Aizawa is the type that doesn't experience that heightened tinge of emotion from romantic relationships.
but there's certain things that will in fact move him from time to time:
pet names.
you two have been together for such a long time that you've basically called him everything under the sun except for that.
most people wouldn't know but he definitely loves the cutesy names but won't show it in the way that's obvious.
he'll get more cuddly, a little pouty, even.
but solely when it's you two together because he would NEVERRRRRRRRR publicly react.
+ (but if he does react that's his excuse for y'all to go home and be homebodies instead as if he wasn't already itching to leave since the time y'all first got there...)
the day you use "Shouta baby" he melts in a way you haven't seen before.
it's random, really.
you're mindlessly cutting up vegetables for the dinner you two were making together and it just slips out so naturally and easily that you don't notice the difference between the pet names you've used before and the one you used now.
his eyes immediately soften, he grabs your waist from behind and holds you close as if you had casted a spell over him.
you'll laugh and try to decipher why he reacted like this—you hadn't done anything new, right?
you try to look at him, utterly confused because he nearly pounced on you & you normally have to initiate that contact first.
"What's all this about?" You chime in, not really wanting him to let go anyway but you were curious as to what brought upon his behavior.
"... don't question it."
nd you don't—because why would you?
one of your most treasured secrets is that he's the biggest softie on earth while being the most stoic nonchalant dude in public.
you'll promise to keep this super power in your back pocket for later...
Your body arches against the hardwood floor, nails digging into the palms of your hands. You can’t do anything- you’re completely useless… completely quirkless. What he’s done to you- its far beyond what any hero would do. This man- he’s depraved… he’s dark. A villain in heroes clothing.
“S-Sto-Stooaahh!”
Your body lurches; twitching under his fingertips. He chuckles. It’s a sound that makes your skin crawl and your blood run cold. The erasure hero draws slow circles with his middle finger, pressing it’s tip gently against your slickened clit. This has been going on for god knows how long. How many times had he denied you? How many “ Fuck off” ‘s had he smacked you for?
“You’re so stubborn.. It’s quite cute..”
He leans forward, the scent of rain and musk radiating off his half naked body. The hero is shirtless, revealing his pale skin- small tufts of hair shape his belly button and trail downward- right into the waistband of his black sweatpants. You hiss, rearing back and spitting up at him. Erasure rolls his eyes, swiping his free thumb across his cheek.
“You’re disgusting- worse than any of us in the league- I-I’ll kill you I swear!”
There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes now. The bonds around your wrists tighten, causing you to yelp and kick out- only to be stopped by the weight on top of your legs.
“I’d love to see you try, little kitten.”
His finger slips inside you, slick juice oozing onto his digit. He watches with indifference, pumping lazily. You’re cute alright- and you seem to be taking him well. Aizawa enjoys how receptive you are, even if you claim you hate him. Hate what he’s doing to you. Your hips swivel, attempting to grind down onto his fingers.
“What do you say?”
A shiver runs through your body, goosebumps breaking out over your sweat-damp skin. You were not going to let this man break you- no way could you-
A spark of pleasure radiates through your lower half, your insides feel like liquid fire. He’s taking you apart with just his fingers- making you want him. The realization makes your stomach churn.
“F-Fu-”
Aizawa tuts, pulling his finger from your dripping cunt to your clit, spreading the slick across your sensitive, puckered nub.
Your body shudders, your head falling back as a sensation overcomes you, hot liquid spilling from your opening. It’s intense, but its not what you want. It’s not satisfying at all. Your body is throbbing for more-- for an actual orgasm.
“You’ve just made a mess of my floor..”
The hero grumbles and hikes one of your legs up, revealing your pink, slick opening to the cooler air. Your body shivers, a squeal catching in your throat when he latches onto you- tongue parting your aching folds. The bonds around your wrists tug, making it impossible for you to move even an inch. You swing your head to the side, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet. You’re hot- inside and out- and everything feels so intense. You aren’t sure exactly when it is that you begin to cry out for him- to beg for him- but as soon as you’re there- so eager to finally have your release- he stops.
The erasure hero sits back, letting your legs fall to the hardwood floor. You whine, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.
“What do you say.”
You shudder, a soft, defeated noise passing your lips. He grins, crossing his arms.
“I didn’t hear you, kitten. Speak up.”
“P-Please.”
Aizawa looks into your eyes- his own dancing with mischief and lust. His fingers begin to undo his pant buttons and zipper.
“And for hitting me”
Your mouth goes dry as he rubs the tip of his cock against your slick opening, the head catching against your sensitive clit. You bite your lip, trying hard to keep your dignity. His head presses harder against the bundle of nerves, his hand dragging it across and around to stimulate you.
“E-Erasure-”
He shakes his head.
“What do you say for hitting me, Kitten.”
You cry out- actual tears leaking down your cheeks.
“S-Sorry! I-Im sorry!”
The Erasure hero hums, dragging his cock down to your slick entrance. He presses against it, not quite enough to enter you just yet.
“Are you?”
You nod frantically, desperately grinding against the tip of his cock. You know he wants you just as much as you’re wanting him. He’s hard- and damn if he isn’t larger than he looks.
“Your words, kitten.”
“Y-YES PLEASE- ERASURE PLEASE- IM SORRY!”
He shakes his head, leaning himself down to press right up against your ear. His breath is hot, sending shivers down your spine.
“No.. I dont think you are quite yet… but when i get done with you… you will be.”
Aizawa grips onto you, holding you tightly as he plows himself into your heat. It’s tight and hot- your walls gripping him. The noises you make spur him on, every cry, every plea to stop- it only takes him higher and higher. You’d been so full of yourself- you’d even hit him. And now here you were, begging and crying for him- denying him your affection only to recant your statements and plead for him to go harder- to hit deeper. You look so beautiful under him- mascara stained cheeks and red eyes, your lips parted and swollen from his kissing and biting. You’re a villian, and maybe part of that is the reason why he dislikes you so much. Why he wants to destroy you in this way. It’s a sick, twisted obsession he’d developed the moment you’d hit him. He was going to fuck you until you broke under him- until you submitted to him fully.
“A-AHH- E-Erasure! C-Cum.. Cum in me..”
He huffs, pressing deep into your twitching insides.
“Such a bold statement from a girl who so openly disliked me only a while ago.”
You whine, looking up into his eyes. It’s obvious you’re high on lust- after being denied an orgasm for so long you’re body was probably going through pleasurable hell.
“P-Please! Please fill me up Erasure-”
Aizawa chuckles, shaking his head. He continues his brutal pace, grinding himself deep within you after each forceful thrust inside.
“I dont cum inside dirty little kittens.”
Your back arches, the taunting making your gut twist. Pleasure radiates all throughout your lower half, your insides feel like lava.
“I-Im a good girl!”
“You’re a villian”
His pace slows. You’re so desperate for him that you begin to tug at your restraints, openly weeping for him. This man has completely wrecked you.
“I-I’ll be good! I’ll be good for you Mr. Erasure please! Please! I beg you!”
Aizawa rolls his hips, weighing out his options as he looks at you. It’s quite tempting- such a pretty young thing like you under him, swearing to denounce her villainy for him. This is going better than he could ever have imagined. No doubt you’d take back those words after the fact. But he wouldn’t let you go. Not after marking you as his.
“As you wish.”
A soft sigh passes your lips, only to catch in your throat and turn into a scream. Your body jolts, each hard thrust sending your back rubbing against the wooden floor. You moan for him, mewling his hero name and begging for more. You come undone around him, sobbing and choking on your moans. It’s intense, the pleasure coming in waves; each one greater than the last. He rides you through it, and only when you go limp against him does he let your wrists go, the scarf softening and dropping from them. You whimper, moving your arms up and over his shoulders, holding onto him as he fucks you.
Aizawa growls, burying himself deep inside of your cunt, nuzzling his face into your neck as he lets himself go. You take all he has to offer, the warmth spreading through you as he empties himself. You feel full… sated even. He doesnt pull out- he lets himself sit inside of you until he’s gone soft. The sleepy hero picks you up, your body limp and noodlesque in his arms.
“Y-You’re a terrible hero..” you croak out, eyes half lidded and head lulling to the side, pressing against his chest. He looks down at you, arching a brow before dropping you onto his bed
“Everyone has a dark side. Hero or not.”
Erasure begins rummaging around in his bedside drawer. You blink slowly, no fight or energy left in your tired body. He pushes you over, tying your wrists with a thick leather strap. You feel something poke into your flesh, followed by a stinging sensation.
“Dont worry, kitten. Just a little something to take your quirk away for awhile. Nothing harmful.” He stretches and walks around to the other side of the bed.
“Can’t have you running away after devoting yourself to me.”
You whine, unable to say anything else. Your body is hot and tired, you feel like lead. Whatever he’d just given you had indeed made it to where you couldn’t use your quirk. Not that you could right now anyway. There was no more fight left in your body after the ravaging you’d just received.
May I request a darkly sweet threeway with Mic and Aizawa please? They blackmail a teaching assistant at UA into kissing them whenever they demand it, only kissing, till they decide to take her home. They make her strip and play with herself in front of them, then start to body worship and praise her for being good, maybe helping her finger herself to orgasm? I think intimate acts like kissing and worship when you don't want it could fuck someone up. 💖
oh gosh i really hope you like this >//w//<
Your life had been a hard one- starting from birth all the way into your teen years. Your quirk was dangerous- mind control- and had been carefully monitored throughout your early life. The constant pressure and scruitany had caused you to rebel. You’d been a petty villain- stealing and setting dumpsters on fire- causing a nuisance for police and heros just because you could. You never got caught though- and as you grew older you stopped rebelling- fell in line- and straightened up; vowing right then and there never to use your quirk unless it was to save others in need. At the ripe age of 21 you were now a teaching assistant. You were shared between two classes, both senseis well known pro heros. To say it was nerve wracking was an understatement…. And worse…
They’d found out about your past.
Hizashi Yamada had been the one to bring it up one day on your lunch break. The three of you, Aizawa, yourself, and Yamada, were sitting together, eating some delicious bread from the school store. You’d been absolutely terrified. This job was still new to you. You wanted to teach and help children like you succeed. You wanted them to know that they could be extraordinary, no matter how crazy the quirk. All that could be taken away the moment one of them decided to tell.
So. When they’d promised to keep it a secret you’d been thankful. That is, until Yamada added his ‘circumstances’
You’d looked at Aizawa, hoping that he’d talk some sense into his friend.. But he was smiling, arms crossed. Thats when you knew… they’d talked this over. They were going to share you..
The request was simple enough. Kisses. Whenever they wanted them. Sometimes they’d have you sit in Yamadas lap, moving back and forth between their lips. Other times they’d pull you into supply closets- sneak a kiss between classes. The demands grew with time- and now, halfway through the school year- you’d grown accustomed to being summoned at almost any moment- only to be pressed against a wall and frenched until your vision went dark.
“(Y/N).”
His voice shakes you from your thoughts, body jolting in shock. You’d been so caught up in your own mind that you hadn’t heard him calling for you. The rain is coming down hard, and you’d hoped to stand under the school entrance until it let up, why you’d forgotten an umbrella was beyond you.
The blonde pro hero rests his arm on your head, grinning down at you. As if on cue, Aizawa comes from down the stairs, stopping beside Hizashi.
“Little birdie seems to have forgotten her umbrella today, eh?”
You huff in frustration, moving out from under him. The Erasure hero shakes his head, moving to walk in front of you both.
“Come on. Hizashi will share his with you. Follow us home.”
You open your mouth to protest, but Present Mic snorts.
“It’s not a request. You’re coming with us.”
You keep your eyes down, refusing to look either of your senior heros in the face. They’ve got you on Hizashi’s bed- no surprise its huge- just like his personality, You’re in Yamada’s lap, facing him- with Aizawa pressed against your backside. The sleepy hero nuzzles into your neck, his hands pressed up under your shirt. Its the first time either of them have done anything besides kiss you, and you’re a tad bit nervous. You squeak, chewing at your lower lip. Neither of these men are unattractive… and after kissing them for so long it’d be a lie to say you didn’t feel a little something for the two of them… even if you didnt particularly want to.
“We’ve decided… we want to change our little.. Arrangement.”
Aizawas voice is right in your ear, his lips caressing at the soft lobe.
“O-Oh..?”
Hizashi leans forward, flicking his tongue out to taste your lips. You immediately open your mouth, allowing him to move in, lips locking together in a gentle kiss. Aizawa continues to speak.
“We no longer want just kisses. We both want… the same thing..”
His hands press up under your bra, a low moan vibrating in your throat, only to be swallowed down by the blonde in front of you. Aizawa gropes at your chest, his thumbs playing with your perk, erect nipples.
“Oh… they’re pierced..?”
Your cheeks get even hotter. Hizashi pulls away for a moment, brows raised.
“Whhhaaaa!? No way!?”
Erasurehead removes his hands, only to lift up your shirt and bra in one swoop. You raise your arms.
Hizashi whistles, taking in your creamy skin. Sure enough two small silver balls are resting against your nipples. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, pressing his lips to one of them. He takes one in his mouth, tongue twirling and pressing against it. You gasp, arching your back against Aizawa. It feels good- so good. The hero behind you chuckles.
“It seems she wants the same thing as us, Hizashi.”
You whine in response, fingers gripping into Yamadas hair. You’d almost expected him to complain- to tell you NOT to touch the hair… but instead he lets out a dirty moan, slurping against your piercing. The noise sends a rush of heat right to your core.
Aizawa’s fingers roam, his body slowly moving backward, bringing you with him. He’s flat on his back, you on top of him, and Hizashi on top of you. Your legs part for him- long fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties. You can feel the groan rumbling against your back.
“Hizashi- she’s soaking.”
The blonde purrs, moving from one nipple to the other. You’re a writhing mess, crying out as the two of them work you- Aizawa pressing into your clit; Yamada slurping and teasing your nipples. They’ve got you completely riled up- your hips begin to grind down on his fingers, body becoming desperate for release.
You’re almost granted it.
Almost.
As if sensing how close you are, both of them halt their actions. You whine at the loss of contact. They begin to move, leaving you on your back. Hizashi pulls off his shirt, eying you with dark a look.
“I cant wait to finally fuck you- I’ve been begging Aizawa to do this since the beginning.”
You hear him snort behind you, can see the dark pair of pants flung to the corner of the room.
“If we’d have fucked her right then and there she’d have been utterly horrified.”
That was true. Just kissing had been so scary at first. You turn your head, only to be rewarded with an eye full of Erasurehead. He’s bulk- a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be- and my god his cock- its… its big. Like. mondo big.
“Ahh.. staring isn’t very nice you know, Kitten.”
His words make you shudder. Hizashi’s finger presses under your chin, bringing your gaze back to him.
“On all fours, little birdie.”
They dont show you any mercy.
Aizawa is deep in your throat, his fingers gripping at the strands of your hair. Tears spill out over your cheeks, body jerking forward with every harsh motion of Hizashi’s thrusts. They’re being so rough with you that it’d be scary… if you didn’t like it so much. Your eyes look up- only to lock with the Erasure heros. He smirks, taking hold of your hair much tighter. You groan around his cock. Behind you Hizashi curses, a loud smack rattling your body.
“Fuck ‘Zawa, when you did that she got so tight-”
“She’s a good little slut isn’t she?”
You purr around him, making his mouth curl into a grimace.
The pace only gets rougher- between the tugging of your hair and the way Hizashi is spanking you, drilling into your tight heat, you wont last long. You’re so close to orgasm- you can feel it, threatening to take over. Aizawa pulls himself from you lips, a thick strand of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his head.
“Okay Hizashi, let me in too.”
You yelp when the blonde takes hold of you, falling back onto the mattress. You stay seated on him, his arms taking your legs and opening you wide, exposing him to the hero before you. Aizawa’s eyes go dark, a snarl on his lips.
“Shit.. she’s so fucking hot.. We should’ve done this sooner.
Mic thrusts up into you, making you cry out for him.
“Thats what i was saying before, Shota.”
Your arms outstreach, inviting your other lover to join you. He takes the invitation the moment its presented, chest pressed to chest.
“I’ll go slow..”
You nod, biting the inside of your cheek as he begins to press inside you.
The stretch burns in a pleasant way, your cunt taking both cocks hungrily. Nails dig into Aizawa’s back, a loud whine ripping from your throat. They still their movements for a second, Hizashi kissing along your shoulder and Aizawa along your jaw.
“P-Please…”
The blonde beneath you chuckles.
“Please what, little bird?”
“F-Fuck me..”
Thats all they needed to hear. Sweaty skin grinds against sweat skin- slick oozing out of you to cover both men. They drive into you with hunger, devouring everything you have to offer and more. They’re sure to mark you- sucking deep bruises into your otherwise flawless skin. The bedpost bangs rapidly against the wall of their apartment, but neither of them seem to care if the neighbors complain about the noise. Your voice is hoarse by the time you cum- your cry of pleasure breaking off into a silent scream. However, just because you’re done doesn’t mean they are. The two men continue to fuck you, lavishing you with soft kisses and sweet words.
You’re not sure who finishes first- but neither of them pull out until they’re both soft. Aizawa rolls your limp body over, your head resting against one of Present Mics pillows. Its soft. You let out a sleepy sigh of content. .
“Hizashi. Your phone.”
Mic throws the sleepy hero his iphone, brows arched. You hear the sound of a Camera snap, but you’re too out of it to really care much. All thats on your mind is the afterglow.
The blonde looks over, whistling at the photo he’d just taken. It’s you, ass marked red with his handprints- their cum oozing out of your opening.
“Something for us to keep. Send that to me. My phone’s in my room.”
