✮ Husband!aizawa, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, physical affection, lover man
✮ synopsis: Aizawa with an affectionate wife
When he's gotten to the point of marriage, nothing will surprise him anymore. He's been in love with you for years, getting used to your little quirks and ways you show affection. + the honorable mention of Hizashi being an affectionate friend in their teens.
So the moment he feels your arms wrapping around him, or you lying on him, he's locked into affectionate husband mode, no matter what he was doing. Grading papers? Eating? Watching TV? None of that matters when he has you.
Affection comes to him so easily when it comes to you; he's just happy to have you there. Peppering your temple with kisses, holding your hand, anything you like, he likes.
In the privacy of your home, he's all over you, cooking dinner together: he stands behind you, rubbing your waist with one hand and helping with ingredients in the other as you discuss the mundane.
Showering together is just about his favorite time of day, getting to take in the steam and the sight of you under the water. The moment you try to start washing his back, he knows you're both done for.
He likes cuddling more as an adult than he did as a teen, somehow, curling up together on the couch, in his sleeping bag, or in bed. He's cuddled you on the bathroom floor, hungover, before.
He likes it when you curl up beside him on the couch and rest your head in his lap. He doesn't quite know why, but the moment you just get comfortable on him, his hand brushes your temple, whispering sweet nothings.
lazy days are like the second coming of your honeymoon, where you're both barely dressed, just spending the limited hours you get to be lazy & comfortable all over you. In any way he can get
whenever he's had a rough patrol, he likes to just lie in the bed beside you and watch you breathe—it might be a little creepy, but it reminds him of the good in the world he's trying desperately to protect.
Calm, small, lingering kisses over your skin. It could be your ankle; if it's within reach of his lips, he will attempt to kiss it.
You're allowed to braid his hair, especially since he keeps it longer than he did as a teenager, but if you & Eri bust out the butterfly clips, he will try to shield himself.
As a husband, he still loves carrying around his wife; he even finds more joy in it than he did as a teen, because there are so many sweet memories just woven into the action, it's like second nature.
eri, hitoshi’s little sister, is absolutely obsessed with you
as soon as you are on the front porch of hitoshi’s household, aizawa greets you with a rare smile and messy hair pulled up into a ponytail. he opens the door for you, and once you pass by him, he frowns. he’s a bit disappointed hitoshi didn’t open the door for you himself, he’s sure he taught him better than that.
so he announces, “hitoshi, come down! y/n’s here!”
not even a few seconds later, two pairs of feet are running down the stairs, and once hitoshi sees you, he gives you a grin before slowing down, now just walking to you when a flash of light blue hair jumps up at you, and into your arms. quickly, you catch eri and hold her on your hip, and she’s already giggling and hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in forever, when in fact, she saw you a few hours ago when she was visiting your school.
“hitoshi didn’t tell me you were coming today!”
you grin, “well good thing i’m here now, right?”
“yeah, yeah!” she replies, pumping her fists in the air.
you walk over to hitoshi, who has a big old grin stretched across his face. he guides you to his room, but as soon as you’re next to him, he covers eri’s eyes, and she giggles, trying to pry his fingers off, but to no avail. when she isn’t able to see, he places a kiss on your soft lips.
eventually, you, eri, and hitoshi are drawing animals with crayons when eri randomly runs out of the room, bringing already cut-up apples from aizawa. you and hitoshi sit across each other on his bed, going through photos of him and his family. small steps run into the room, and eri sits on the bed behind you, gently grabbing your wrist and putting a colorful bracelet on you, one she made a few days ago but forgot to give you. you quietly thank her, brushing your hand through her long hair as she smiles.
“hey, don’t hog my girlfriend—“ hitoshi jokingly starts, but he’s softly interrupted by eri.
she says, with a wobbly and shaky voice, with tears springing in her eyes, “but— but i want to spend time with her…” and she looks up at him with big, sad eyes as she hides behind you, fiddling with her fingers.
you pat her head comfortingly and assure her, “eri, honey, he was just joking, but we can all spend time together, don’t you think?”
she nods, glassy eyes looking up at you sadly, before you burst out laughing once you look at hitoshi’s hand-drawn giraffe, which was weirdly off colored. you point, and eri starts laughing too, throwing insults at his poorly made and lazy drawing. hitoshi begins laughing as well, relishing the scene of his two favorite girls getting along so well, though at his expense.
but soon, in the middle of a movie, eri’s passed out and lying on your chest, as you’re cuddled up to hitoshi, with blankets covering all three of you. it’s then, when he sees that you’re amazing with children and his whole family, that he decides he wants to marry you.
i’m so sorry i feel like this is all over the place.. wanted to post something for hitoshi’s birthday today sooo.. happy bday toshi 💜💜
Tags: gn!reader, softdom!reader, sub!tomura, no quirk au, handjobs obvs, semi-public??
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“You guys fucking suck!”
Tomura’s been on his fucking game for hours now, sitting at the edge of the bed while you lounge around and wait for him.
Holding back an eye-roll, you reach over and nudge his back with your fingers. He glances back with a little scowl, but he stays silent so his teammates don’t hear him tell you to fuck off. You huff softly, glaring a little, but he just turns back to the screen and continues playing.
Scoffing softly, you flop down and weigh your options. You can take the silent demand- stay quiet and sit pretty, just waiting for him to get pissed off enough to get off the game and pay attention you……OR, you can annoy him until he gets off the game.
…The second option is a whole lot more fun.
You suppress a grin, pushing yourself up onto your knees and crawling up behind him. With all the fake innocence in the world, you lay your hands over his tense shoulders and start rubbing at them. Tomura stiffens immediately, his fingers fumbling on the controller for a second before he reaches up and abruptly flips the mic on his headset up.
“What the hell are you doing?” He snaps, turning to glare at you again.
You just shrug and smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. Tomura grimaces lightly and wipes the kiss away even as he blushes lightly.
“Weirdo…” He grumbles, but he turns back towards the screen and flips his mic back down.
“Yeah, I’m here…” He mutters into his mic. There’s a pause, a muffled voice coming through his headset that makes him stiffen a little and growl in response, “Shut up and lock the fuck in, I’m not the one fucking us up.”
You continue on rubbing his shoulders, feeling him relax more and more as you knead out the knots in his muscles. Trailing a hand up the back of his neck, you run your hands through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and feeling him tip his head backward into your touch.
He stops yelling as much at his teammates, instead giving short commands and bouncing his knee. You lean down and kiss lightly at his neck, hearing his breath hitch softly before he tips his head to the side to give you room.
“Push left…Behind you, Spinner…” There’s almost a breathless quality to his voice now as you continue trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder, your hands still rubbing at his shoulders and scalp.
After another few moments, you press in subtly closer behind him, starting to trail your hands down his biceps. Tomura doesn’t think much of it, used to your presence and focused fully on his game now. Perfect…
Ever so slowly, you trail your fingers down past his biceps, over his elbows, and to the sides of his waist. He shivers softly but doesn’t move, tipping his head the other direction as you kiss to the other side of his neck. Your eyes flick up to the screen, seeing he’s in the middle of some high-intensity moment that requires all his attention. So, because this is obviously the perfect moment, you slip your hands up under the front of his shirt and gently feel him up.
“F-fuck!” Tomura raises his voice again, stuttering because of your sudden touch but more so getting annoyed because you messed him up.
“Dammit, I told you to-!” He growls, playing rapidly on his controller as he tries to fix his mistake. His teammates berate him through his headset, and he only gets more pissed off. “Shut up! I have an idiot here distracting me.”
Immediately, his headset explodes with the voices of his teammates- all joking and assuming that means he’s getting head right now. Tomura glowers at the screen, redness creeping up his neck as he stays quiet for once and mashes buttons on his controller. But he still doesn’t push you fully away.
Grinning softly, you give the softest little nip to the skin between his neck and shoulder while your hands flatten over his stomach. Running them slowly up and down his skin, you press in closer until your whole front is against his back, your knees on either side of his hips. Tomura jerks a little at the bite but keeps his hands steady this time, grumbling into his mic again for them all to “seriously shut the fuck up” as he leans back against you.
The real change comes when you start biting and sucking small hickeys into his skin, staying quiet enough to go undetected by his teammates but hard enough to make him shift and grit his teeth. Your hands slide all the way down now, toying with the waistband of his pants before starting to slowly undo his belt.
This time, Tomura fully grabs your hand with one of his while the other flicks up his mic again to mute himself. He turns his head to glare at you, but his cheeks are red and his breathing is a little heavier than before. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m in the middle of-.”
Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you wiggle your hands out of his grip to run them up and down his thighs instead, resting your chin on his shoulder and murmuring teasingly, “You’ve been ignoring me, Tomura…Letting me have some fun is the least you could do…”
He swallows lightly, his eyes widening a little at the implication. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t done stuff together while he’s playing, but it’s not usually when he’s mic’d up. While he struggles to find words, you run your hands back up and start undoing his belt again. This time, he doesn’t stop you.
“Just keep playing like normal…” You coo softly, and you feel his thighs widen just a little as you tug his belt loose. “…And stay quiet…”
Now normally, Tomura is in charge and he makes that fact very clear. But sometimes, he’s willing to set that aside and let you have a turn. It’s not super often, and you usually have to catch him on a good day, but right now…he turns back to the screen, unmutes his mic, and keeps playing.
“Good boy.” You praise just loud enough for only him to hear.
Tomura doesn’t say anything, but the redness creeps up his cheeks and all the way up under his headphones. Kissing his neck fondly, you continue undoing his pants slowly, feeling him already hard and ready every time your fingers brush over his bulge.
By the time you pull his cock out, he’s panting lightly and already beading precum. You coo softly as you wrap your hand around him, swiping your thumb gently over his tip to smear it around. His hips jerk up a little, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip to keep quiet. Glancing at his hands, you see he’s stopped playing altogether, his eyes darting down to watch your hands.
Wrapping one arm around his waist and starting to slowly pump him with your other hand, you whisper to him softly while his teammates yell in his ears. “Keep playing, Tomu’. Don’t leave them hanging…”
He lets out a shaky little breath, tearing his eyes back up towards the screen and forcing his hands to stay on the controller. “…Yeah, sorry…” He mutters into the mic, but you know it’s meant for you as well as his teammates.
Once he twitches in your hand and starts actually playing again, you finally give up on teasing. Instead, you start pumping him for real, using his precum to lube you the quick slide of your hand. Your lips attach to his neck again, biting and kissing a bit harder than before while your free hand hugs him back against your chest.
Tomura pants and gasps, gritting his teeth as he holds back little moans and whimpers. He’s leaking all over your hand, his hips jerking up and his thighs tensing as the pleasure courses through his body. His hands are barely playing anymore, his character on screen moving in jerky steps and missing attacks. Through his headset, there’s a cacophony of voice, some telling him to “lock in like he said”, others asking if he’s “doing alright”, and a few more asking if he’s “SERIOUSLY getting head now.” One voice you do recognize as Touya states that he’s gonna “throw up if he hears him cum on mic.”
“No, I’m-…I’m fine.” He grits out, choking back a whine as your thumb runs over his tip again.
But the evidence is in the way his breathing quickens, his playing getting progressively worse as the pleasure takes over his mind. His hands are nearly clawing at the controller now, his head dropping to the side to lean against yours as his eyes squeeze shut. He throbs heavily in your hand, and you squeeze him a bit tighter on the way up and down his cock.
“Sh-shit-.” He whimpers out before he can stop himself, his back arching just a tiny bit off your chest.
The call goes silent for a second before it erupts in yells- some disgusted, some actually cheering him on (boys are weird like that, you suppose). Tomura reaches up and quickly mutes himself again, his face beet red as he drops the controller and grabs your arms.
“B-baby, please-.” He gasps, whining shakily as he gets closer and closer. “I can’t-.”
“Unmute.” You command softly, slowing down but twisting your wrist on the way up and down, making him groan and buck up.
“I can’t- I’m g-gonna- ngh!”
You stop altogether now, squeezing him tight and pressing your thumb down hard on his tip. Tomura whimpers loudly and scrambles to grab your hand, his hips jerking up erratically in tiny bursts as you stop him from cumming.
“You’ve been ignoring me to play with them.” You remind him again, steeling your voice a bit. “So play.”
Honestly, Tomura could cum just from you bossing him around like that. But you have him in this state of mind now- this submissive, obedient place where all he wants to do is please. So, with a shaky hand, he unmutes. And you start pumping him faster than before.
His eyes squeeze shut, his hand slapping over his mouth as he whines and pants. There’s no hiding it now, and you hear a couple of the guys disconnecting from the call entirely. Some of the others laugh, and a few go completely silent while their characters also stop moving. It’s humiliating. It’s invigorating.
His hips jerk up wildly into your fist and his hands cling to your arm as he finally cums, groaning and whining brokenly behind his hand but loud enough for everyone to hear. You jerk him through it, kissing at his shoulder and pumping him slowly as his cum spills all over your hand.
“There you go…” You purr, now loud enough for his teammates to hear you as well. “What a good boy, Tomura…”
He trembles and pants as he collapses back against your chest, embarrassed and spent and undeniably satisfied. He’s silent now as you gently pull your hand away from his cock, his eyes still shut firmly and his face still an unbelievable shade of red. Through his headset, his teammates mutter and murmur to themselves, even more of them leaving the call now.
You’re almost a bit worried for a second. Yeah, you didn’t force him to do anything, but he’s still being…concerningly quiet. Then, just as you’re about to ask, he mutes himself and rips off the headphones entirely. Tossing his controller to the side, he flips around and quickly pins you down. Tomura’s staring at you like some kind of wild animal now- embarrassed and hungry and desperate as he rakes his eyes over your form.
“You…” He starts shakily, swallowing thickly as his cock throbs back to life between his thighs. “…are gonna regret that.”
i really love shinso and how much of a realistic character he is and i reallyyy want to find a guy like him because i know its not a crazy goal. problem is im an annoying optimistic stockholm style farm girl and thats not exactly those guys types😭
BRO IM ACTUALLY STRUGGLING TO WRITE LIKE PLS I JUST WANNA GET THESE OUT
Tags: gn!reader, fluff
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I feel like the differences between how Tomura treats you in public vs in private wouldn’t be like…drastic. But there’s definitely a difference.
The number one difference is physical touch. In public or just around the rest of the League, Tomura’s not touching you. It’s not even because he’s like shy or anything, we all know he’s pretty shameless. I feel like he’d just genuinely find PDA cringe, especially anything more than like a head on the shoulder or an occasional bump into each others side.
But in private, he’s probably initiating touch more than you’d expect. Like, when y’all are holes up in his room playing games or watching tv or whatever, Tomura’s patting his lap for you to sit or lay your head. And it goes both ways too. He wouldn’t even ask before pushing you down just so he can lay down on your stomach or between your thighs. And he might be a bit gruff with it, but he’d probably grab your hand and put it in his hair so he doesn’t have to actually ask you to play with it.
A less noticeable difference is the way he talks to you in public vs in private. I don’t think it would be that different, because he’s blunt no matter what. BUT, in public Tomura definitely phrases things in a bit of a meaner way.
Like if you mess up on a mission and get hurt in front of the others, he’s all like, “You’re such an idiot.” Or “Oh, it hurts? That’s your fault.” Or “Don’t let it happen again.”
Or even if you’re all just chilling together and you’re being stupid or funny, he’d just sit back and stare at you as if he’s not fighting for his life trying not to smile, all grumbling like, “Stop being annoying.” Or “You’re too loud.” Or “That wasn’t funny. Stop laughing.”
But when y’all are alone…it’s a different story. Using the same examples…
If you get hurt on a mission alone, or just with him, Tomura definitely hurries a bit more getting to you. He doesn’t much change what he says, but it’s the way he says it that’s different- like simultaneously more worried and angrier than when he’s in front of the others. He’d haul you up if you need it, quickly checking you over before snapping at you. “How stupid can you be? Don’t risk yourself like that.” And “I shouldn’t have to worry about you.” And “How bad does it hurt?…Moron…”
When y’all are alone and you’re like messing around, he definitely lets himself smile if something is funny. He would still deny it, but it’s much more obvious that he genuinely enjoys your company and your antics. But he’d be all annoying about it, like looking away while actively holding back a laugh and being like, “I’m not smiling/laughing.” Like…yes u are bro.
Either way, it’s clear how much Tomura cares…otherwise he wouldn’t be with you. And he would expect you to know that, even if he’s snapping at you in public.
you peered into the room. the only light present was the light on his computer screen, which was illuminating his face
he didn’t bother to turn around, only gesturing to the pc with his controller
“gaming….” he muttered
you hummed and stood beside him
“can I try?”
the moment you said that it was like the whole earth paused. his flow state of gaming was immediately interrupted. he didn’t know either to be baffled or excited
“you—wanna try?”
“uhuh!”
“like…you wanna try to game? with my controller?”
you raised a brow, “whats so wrong with me trying something different with you?”
he shrugged and muttered something under his breath, quickly you yanked his hair
“what was that??”
“youre just….not as good…”
you huffed, and hopped into his lap, already feeling challenged.
“ok…so what do I do…? im ready!”
he sneered “you dont even know the controls and you claim to be ‘ready’”
you huffed “fine! i’ll just learn by myself…”
instead of grabbing the controller you pulled the keyboard closer to you. though he did offer his controller instead saying it would be ‘easier’ for you but you swatted him off. controllers were for lame bitches anyways
the sounds of shooting filled the silence. the screen illuminating your face just as it did his.
“hes behind you—“
“I know! stop distracting me…”
he scoffed and leaned back into his chair…fiddling with your waist instead. but his focus didnt last long when he heard the familiar sound of ‘victory’
“AHA! in your FACE! told you I wouldn’t be bad!”
he poked your cheek “sorry angel, but my teammates probably carried. the amount of kill you got won’t even get me to another level.”
“you mean that level?”
he averted his gaze toward the ongoing level…41…42..43..44..and all the way to 45.
you could see the exact moment his surprise got ahold of him
“do a rematch right now—“
you swatted him off once again with a smirk “nah, I don’t think im good enough.”
a/n : a little appreciation gift for my fav shigiii writer @strxbrrysugar love you!!
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