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It's cold and Aizawa hasn’t offered you his coat. 

You two have been seeing each other for the past three months, you’ve known him longer. There’s little dates when you both have the time, at his place but it’s usually yours. He spends the night, you order take out when you both can’t bare to cook, and you spend your nights reading while he dozes next to you. 

Its quite domestic for such a new relationship.

And it’s not like you wouldn’t call him chivalrous, he’s as chivalrous as you like in a guy, a good in-between. But you wish he would look at you and notice that you’re shivering. 

Now your footsteps are getting heavier with each passing moment, the aggravation becoming more and more apparent on your features as the chill in the air gets colder and colder. You think you might kill him, and you secretly hope he looks your way–

“Are you okay?” Shouta asks, circling his arm around your waist. He pulls you against him and the warmth is good for the moment. 

You’re still mad, or at least you want to stay mad. “Just say you hate me.”

He’s grinning now, its subtle but it’s still a grin. And you’re tempted to push him away and continue sulking in your annoyance. 

“You’ve been shivering for the past 10 minutes, you don't want my jacket?” He’s teasing you, his hand squeezing the flesh above your hip, through your clothes. You can sort of smell his cologne but it’s too faint compared to the smell of earthiness and crisp air. 

You look at him, really look at him, and you can’t help the smile growing on your face. It makes your cheeks hurt in the cold air. 

“I thought you were gonna be a gentleman and keep me warm,” You reply, more sugary than you’d like to come off. 

He’s looking at you with that lazy look in his eyes, the same one he gives you before he’s about to tell you some boring joke in bed. 

He chuckles dryly and pulls away from you, taking his coat off and draping it over your shoulders. And you can’t help but think he looks cute in his fitted henley shirt. 

“Is that warm enough?” He presses a chaste kiss into your temple before wrapping an arm around your waist for a second time. 

You mumble a quick “yeah” and lean into him.

have u guys seen that one vid on tiktok where it’s like the person just repeatedly saying “full bush. in a bikini!!!” yea aizawa is the #1 advocate for that shit!!!!!

like i have such a strong belief that that man is a rug muncher LMAO. like he doesn’t mind either way!! bare, trimmed, full bush, whatever!!! he’s a grown man, something as silly as that isn’t gonna phase him whatsoever (plus, it’s not like he keeps his body hair super well maintained, so who is he to say anything?)

but. BUT. i do believe he’s partial to a good bush.

like okay okay imagine him scrolling through his phone during his lunch break, swiping through video after video on the godforsaken app that you had begged him to him download (“you have to keep up with the times, sho! plus, i wanna send you cute cat videos.” you had insisted. so guess what he did?)

and his for you page was just that!! cute cat videos with an occasional repost of yours (usually just an edit or some sort of silly meme he didn’t understand), so it wasn’t really surprising when a tiktok you had commented on made its way to his for you page. and honestly? he didn’t pay the video much attention! … until he saw your comment. who knew a simple declaration of “me this summer” with a silly emoticon would be the thing to temporarily put eraserhead out of commission?

you didn’t see the way he had to collect himself for a few minutes after seeing your comment, but you did see the notifications of him liking the video and the texts he sent you seconds later!!! (“let me know when you go bathing suit shopping for the summer.” another message. “i’ll go with you to help pick some out.” short, sweet, and to the point. charming.)

mdni!! (´ω`)

so if i said aizawa daddy kink would u guys boo me. if i said aizawa softly comforting u while ur taking his cock with soft coos of “it’s okay, baby. daddy’s here, you can let go.” WOULD U SAY NO????

LIKE I DONT EVEN MEAN LIKE “rough alpha daddy dom 😈” NO!!!!!!! i mean soft soft sex w slow thrusts and gentle kisses and maybe some tears on ur end where he is just so devoted to making u feel good and comfy and uggggh. uggggggggh!!!!!!

older bf! aizawa fixing all of my daddy issues. yeeeea. yeeeeeeeeeea.

i don’t even mean sexually!! like imagine opening up to him for the first time. you’ve been dating for a while and he knew some of your familial relationships were… strained to say the least, but he didn’t know the extent of it. you’re recalling some of your experiences — maybe a specific event, maybe just an overview — and he’s humming and nodding while listening to your words, his brows knitting together in a pitying expression. you think he’s pitying you anyway, you’re kind of avoiding his eyes as you speak.

your voice starts shaking after a moment and you’re internally cursing yourself for tearing up because why are you still so affected by the actions of your father? you pause for a second, swallowing against the lump in your throat and it’s so humiliating to fall apart in front of your boyfriend like this and—

and shota places a hand over yours. his hand is rough and calloused from hero work but so warm. he’s gazing wistfully at where your skin meets, his thumb so gently grazing over your knuckles before giving your hand a small squeeze. “i’m so sorry that happened to you, baby. you didn’t deserve that.” oh and his words are just barely there, but they ring louder than what anyone has ever told you in response to your past.

your eyes meet his after he speaks. you want to snap back out of some deep seated need to defend yourself (to make yourself seem less vulnerable, less pathetic, perhaps). of course you didn’t deserve what happened to you, that’s a dumb thing to point out. that’s what you’re about to say when your lips part, but only a small, shuddering breath leaves you.

you don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until shota brings up a warm hand to wipe them away, his body leaning closer to yours to press his lips against your forehead. you want to curse at him, to push him away and storm off for even daring to see you in this state… but you don’t.

instead you wrap your arms around his middle and hide your face in his neck (shame, maybe?) and cry. you’re not sobbing, but you can’t help the hiccuped breaths that leave you when his hand slips under the hem of your shirt to run his warm palm up and down your back. he doesn’t say anything after that.

My Y/n x Aizawa Crack Fic:

Single mom Y/n Shinso and Shoto Aizawa.

Y/n had Hitoshi as a teenager with a psychopath, and Hitoshi’s quirk manifested while trying to save her from literally being murdered by him. (Dark ik)

This caused Y/n not to trust men, and she never brings back dates to her house unless it's serious, which it never reaches that point.

She meets Aizawa after trying to pick up her son from late training (going home for the weekend maybe) and Eri is also there, and everybody gets introduced. But nothing really sparks there, just friendly talk.

However, on a date goes wrong, Y/n gets stood up at the bar; the same bar Aizawa just so happens to be at while babysitting Midnight and Mic, with the support of sober Toshinori.

They end up talking, and he ends up walking her back to her place (just walking mkay). And she is completely fine with it cause it's her son's teacher, yknow. But holy shit this is her son's teacher, and she kinda of likes him and he kinda likes her.

Hitoshi has always been fine with her going on dates; I mean, none of the men really lasted long enough for him to see. That was until he heard a man's voice in the kitchen after his mom late date. He freezes internally. A man in his home means shit is serious, but not to the point of them meeting cause he heard the man's car leave shortly after.

He tries to question you, reaching for any information you might give about the guy, and you're just tight-lipped, saying that if not, his business unless it becomes serious.

You're always cautious with what time to bring Aizawa home for a stay-in date, never doing it unless Hitoshi stays at the dorm.

He is going crazy trying to draw conclusions on who it may be. And it just so happens, the mystery man slips up and leaves a jacket. Wafting up the kitchen up of sandalwood and vanilla cologne.

Of course, the jacket is gone by the next day, but Hitoshi swears he's smelled that specific cologne before.

And so when he walks the halls of U.A and smells that same cologne. He quickly snaps his neck towards its direction.

"No fucking way." He says as he stares directly to Present Mic. Who just so happened to have stole Aizawa's cologne that day cause he forgot to spray some before work. LMAO.

It takes a lot for Hitoshi to be baffled, and this was his breaking point. He storms over to Present Mic and grabs his shoulders.

"Please for the love of all my sanity, tell me you're not the man my mom is dating." Hitsohi says as he explains his evidence to him.

Mic had suspected Aizawa to be seeing someone but not a student’s mother. So in Mic fashion, he just starts fucking screaming. Causing a few bloody ear drums in the halls.

Then his quirk is nullified by none other than the motherfucker (literally) himself.

"What's with the rucus?" Aizawa glares at the blonde.

"Shinso thinks I'm dating his mom because of the cologne I'm wearing, care to take a wiff." Mic says smirkingly as he just found out his friends biggest secret.

Aizawa doesn't even need to smell. He knew his damn bottle at his desk was missing. And although he's holding his composure on the outside, he's just thinking, 'Shit. Y/n is going to freak.'

Aizawa sighs, stalling trying to find the words because it's either he tells the kid or Mic spills the beans.

"What's going on here?" Y/n appears, with none other than the infamous jacket, intertnally panicking considering Aizawa said it be the perfect time to give it back to him; guess not.

Hitoshi lets go of Mic and nudges him towards his mom.

"Go on. Grab your jacket."

"What are you about, man. I don't wear anything but my signature leather."

“Why else would my mom be hear with a man’s jacket that smells exactly like you, huh?!”

“Hitoshi, honey relax, please.”

“You’re not even going to deny it!?”

At this point, Shinso is fully tweaking out. Any spec of his normal composure is just gone; which Y/n and Aizawa are secretly finding funny.

“It’s not his jacket honey” you nervously laugh out fiddling with the jacket, unable to find words to tell him that you’re dating his mentor.

Aizawa sees this and decides to take the reins of this disaster, after all, he did leave the jacket in the first place.

“It’s mine. And the only reason Mic smells like it is because he’s a thief.” He says, taking the jacket from his girlfriend’s hand while glaring at the blonde culprit.

“What.”

“I’m taking this as my cue to leave..peace! Nice meeting you Momma Shinso” Mic says awkwardly between the baffled silence between his friend and his student. He quickly leaves.

Y/n and Aizawa exchange glances before looking to the baffled boy. Shinso still in the process of how he should be feeling.

Relieved that he won’t have megaphone siblings, but also aghast at the fact that the person he viewed as a father figure is actually not far from being it.

“I think we broke him.”

“Shut up. You’re the one who left the damn jacket, this is all you. Hitoshi honey? Are you alright?”

Even after all the stuff with his bio dad, Shinso never thought that he would ever say the words that are about to come outta his mouth.

“I think I need a therapist.”

This has been in my drafts since forever. I used to have a few chapters of this concept on my Wattpad idk if I still do.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Teacher's Pet

charecters : aizawa , you

Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa

You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.

Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.

Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.

You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.

(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"

He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.

"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.

He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."

He turned back to the board.

You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.

Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.

You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.

You gulped and knocked on the door.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.

After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.

He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.

"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.

He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."

He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.

"You- BUrP BURPbURP'

You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.

For my request, an you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? In the fic, Aizawa is a street rat and is childhood friends with the reader. But as they become adults, their friendship/relationship becomes strained as Aizawa keeps getting into serious trouble with the palace guards while the reader tries to maintain his career as a merchant. What do you think?

Trouble

Street!Rat!Aizawa x Merchant!Male!reader [Aladdin AU]

Summary: Aizawa and Y/N had a good friendship that blossomed into a relationship. But as days went on, Aizawa started to trouble the palace which left him getting chased by the guards. A well-connected merchant to the palace can’t be associated with street rats.. Right?

★☽A/N: I think it’s a really good request! Though it did take a while for me to figure it out, but I hope you like it!!

Contents: ANGST - SLIGHT FLUFF? - ALADDIN AU

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Y/N was a well-connected merchant, having a really close relationship with the king along with his daughter, the princess.

When he was younger, his father was in charge of a small region in the kingdom before being brutally murdered by the residents’ nobles. His father and the king were close since little lads so the king offered a place for him to stay in the palace after his mother died from an illness. As Y/N grew older, he had trouble in the palace, as some of the servants saw him as a "charity case" for the King. They never treated the boy kindly and would often trick him.

Tricking him into getting out of the palace before locking him out. They would sometimes even seduce or bribe the guards into not letting the boy inside which resulted in him having to stay the night outside. Because of this frequent “accident,” he eventually built a small fort for himself. It was in the corner of the library that he was given permission to take shelter at. The librarian was a close friend of his so she allowed the boy to stay there. He made it out of pillows and such.

But during his frequent stay, it was rather lonely. Atleast.. That was before Shota came into his life. The boy ran into the library and caused a small ruckus, the librarian scolding him for being loud in the quiet space. The boy apologized and made his way into the library’s halls of books. He didn’t like reading much, but he loved reading about how things worked and ideas to cause mischief. He was looking at the books and went to the end of a hall and saw Y/N in the corner with a book in his crossed arms as he slept in the small fort of pillows and blankets.

By curiosity, the black-haired boy inched closer to the fort, carefully making his moves in fear of awakening the sleeping H/C boy. But as he inched closer, he felt his wrist suddenly get grabbed. By shock and fear, he yelled and started to swing his hand to try to get the hand’s grip off him. His eyes trailed from the hand gripping him to the face of the person. It was the sleeping boy who was now awake, his slight sleepy E/C eyes looking at him.

“Who are you?” The H/C cautious eyes watching the black-haired boy. “Why should I tell you?” The boy answered stubbornly. The black-haired boy just stayed silent in response. The now awakened boy just scoffed, “Leave me alone, will you?” He groaned, letting go of the boy’s hand and rolled over to the side to not see the boy’s face.

“You look a bit too young to be out here,” the boy commented, getting a groan of annoyance in response from the other. “You look about my age, aren’t you?” The other boy with H/C hair said in a harsh tone, still faced away from the boy. “I’m 12, you?” The timid looking boy asked. “13,” he answered back. “Oh, you’re older than me,” he realized, shocked.

The black-haired sat down beside the H/C haired boy and continued to sit there in silence for a few hours. Eventually, the 13 year old boy started to feel annoyed by the other’s company. “Would you leave me alone?” He asked with an irritated voice. “If you tell me your name then I might.” The other responded. The 13 year old sighed in defeat and mumbled his name. “Repeat that?” the now curious boy requested. He sighed again and answered with a much clearer voice, “Y/N L/N.” 

“See, that wasn't so bad, wasn’t it?” The black-haired boy smiled.

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From that day forward, those two were inseparable and would spend time with each other up until they were young adults. It’s now time skipped to their 30’s. Shota being 30 and Y/N being 31. By this time, Shota had the reputation of “the street rat” who hung around with a young boy named Aladdin. While Y/N had the reputation of a successful merchant who was close with the king and his princess.

Originally, the king wanted his daughter to marry Y/N but Y/N protested and had to admit his sexuality. The king was mad at first, clearly enraged by this information but after some time, he started to accept Y/N for his likings.

Though the king never thought Y/N L/N, a practical son to him, would love a street rat like Shota Aizawa. L/N loved Aizawa and he loved him too and started to hang out more often. But Y/N felt some sort of uneasy feeling about the blackhead’s reputation.

If anyone were to find out his relationship with the well-known thief who was friends with another thief and their monkey, his reputation as a merchant would be torn apart.

But he tries his best to spend time with his beloved. Y/N would travel out of the city and would help prosper their kingdom and its wealth. And sometimes he would make an excuse, saying he’s going to another kingdom to get some wealth for the kingdom, but in reality, he was visiting Aizawa and his friend, and the monkey of course.

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For the past week, Y/N has been…concerned about Aizawa. He has been getting in trouble for years, sure, but now he has been troubling the guards and would always have to run away from them before he could get arrested. And Y/N ended up arguing with him about keeping a low profile.

“Just, please stop! You’ll end up in the dungeon!” Y/N said with a concerned voice. Aizawa just scoffed, “So what? I can always break out,” he said in a relaxed voice, rolling his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.” The H/C haired straightened his posture, he was clearly pissed at his response. “What? That you’re lovey dovey with a thief like me? And you don’t want anyone to know it?” Aizawa also started to lose his temper. “I..” Y/N paused, looked down in some guilt. “Of course, you’re ashamed of me,” Aizawa scoffed. “Oh, don’t twist my words,” Y/N spat with venom. “What? It’s the truth,” Aizawa spat back.

They argued for hours. Each word led to more conflict between them. They said words that they didn’t mean to say. Some words were hurtful too, commenting about their bad childhood and commenting about their personality now. It was a heated argument and it ended not how the two wanted it. It was in heat of the moment and Y/N didn’t mean it when he said,

“Maybe I don’t need someone like you in my life!” In his angered tone. But when he realized his mistake, it was too late to apologize. Aizawa looked at him with shock which turned into disgust and anger and slapped him across the face. “You’re nothing but a privileged man! Don’t ever contact me again,” Aizawa spat out. Y/N wanted to respond, desperate to apologize but Aizawa wanted nothing to do with Y/N at that moment. He left Y/N who stood there frozen, and couldn't utter a word, except two. He spoke to them with such softness, Aizawa couldn’t hear his woes.

“I’m sorry..”

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★☽A/N: That’s all for this one! But would you guys want a second part? I already have an idea in mind! I know this was a oneshot but I wanted to try doing a cliffhanger! lolol