In The Dark

Hi! Can I please request a scenario of a female reading waking up in the morning with Aizawa after sex ~together~ for the first time (he's not her first partner, I understand you don't write s/o FIRST times). They've been in a relationship for a few months, but finally moved to the next level of intimacy last night. Reader is just lazily admiring Aizawa, to which he then wakes up and spends a quiet/pleasant morn together - & if you're okay with it, lead to some good ol' morning smut? Thanks!

Ah, last request for this blog (’: Let’s go out with a bang (pun intended), shall we?

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Half-Full, Half-Empty - Chapter 5

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Fluffy Hizashi Yamada HCs

Idk I just needed it T^T

Media and characters not mine. 

He insists that you play with his hair if you’re cuddling. He’ll nudge against you like a cat when you stop, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes until you start up again.

One of his fondest memories is explaining his tattoos as you lay beside him, tracing each piece delicately with your fingers. He couldn’t hold back tears when you said the tattoo for Shirakumo was your favorite (Before he even told you what it meant). If you ever ask, he’ll tell you that’s the moment he fell in love with you.

Hizashi loves western food. When you cook him fried chicken and mashed potatoes you can practically see hearts in his eyes. His favorite thing cook is pancakes. And yes, he makes faces with the fruit and butter.

When hero work knocks him down you’re the only one he wants to see. Despite his extroverted nature, he shuts down when life becomes overwhelming. At times like that, he wants you to hold him from behind, whispering encouragement while you soothe him. 

Holidays, birthdays and anniversaries are HUGE for the hero. He goes all out to ensure you have the best day possible. Even when you return the favor, he seems to enjoy your reactions more than anything. Ironically, his reactions to your reactions are the best part for you. Dorks. 

Hizashi plays the fuck out of multiple instruments, but he woos you with the violin and piano every chance he gets.

He loves it when you’re feeling clingy. Attach to him at the hip while he moves around the house. If he has to work on the computer and you need attention, he’ll sit you on his lap and let you rest your chin on his shoulder, giving you soft kisses to the neck as you coo for him. 

Coolest date with Hizashi? He took you to the Grand Canyon and screamed “I LOVE (Y/N)” into it. When you blushed and giggled at the way his quirk echoed off the rocks he practically melted inside. He’s so damn embarrassing, and you love every second of it. 

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Nsfw profesor college Silco ?

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Tags: vibrators, dom/sub, voyeurism, praise, slight degradation

He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing and he’d been smug the entire time. He stood in front of everyone with the remote tucked away in the palm of his hand, perfectly shielded away from everyone from many times of practice. Every time he switched the setting he found an excuse to look your way.

You had to shift, bite your lip, and hold your tongue, in order to not make a sound because if you did, it’d all be over. There was so much trouble to be made if people found out, so many things that could happen and that’s what made this fun, interesting, was the risk. One wrong move from either of you and this could be over.

People slowly exited the class, the last of the day, and he, of course, asked you to stay behind under the pretense of talking about grades when you both knew it was a lie. The door closed shut with a bang and the voices of others began to drift down the hall.

Silco walked from out behind his desk, hand trailing across the edge until he got to you. He brushed your hair out of your face as he approached you.

“You did so good today,” he said as he used the hand that cradled your jaw to move your head.

“Yeah?” you breathed in question.

“Oh, yes,” he said as he began to press your skin with quick kisses.

His fingers made slow work of the buttons of your shirt. He took his time, slow and considerate. He kissed down your neck with each button that popped undone. He mouthed at your pulse. He gave the faintest brush to the skin hidden beneath your shirt.

“But were you good enough to earn a reward?” he asked as he untucked your shirt from your pants.

“Yes,” you told him.

“Oh, really? I’m not convinced,” he said. “I do recall hearing some noise from you today.”

You grabbed his hands in the lightest but most desperate hold, “I can make up for it.”

He loomed over you, leaning close to your face. “What do you say?”

“Please.” He raised an unamused eyebrow. “Please, professor, let me make up for it.”

He pulled away from your touch and turned away from you. He picked up the remote to the vibrator still lodged inside you, held in place inside your wet, loose walls by your surely stained underwear as it pressed against your clit.

He weighed the vibrator in his hand. “Prove it,” he said as he turned it to its highest setting, nearly making your knees buckle underneath you as you struggled to bite back the hitched noise your body wanted to make.

He placed the remote on his desk as he moved his attention to his belt. “I have a meeting with Sylvika in an hour.” He turned towards you as he pulled his pants down just enough to get himself out. “Prove to me you deserve to cum by then and maybe you can.”

You nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, professor,” you said as you dropped to your knees in front of him, causing more friction to be put on your clit.

You took his half hard form in your hands and began to stroke at it. Slowly you tried to coax it into hardness.

“Let me hear you,” he said, “but don’t let them.”

His gaze and yours turned to the wide window on the door, uncovered by the curtain. If someone looked in they could see you. Perhaps they couldn’t see what you were doing fully, being partially hidden by the desk, but it wouldn’t be hard to assume.

The thought of being walked in on caused both fear and arousal to spike within you. They’d see you, on the floor, like the slut you are sucking off your professor. You moaned slightly just at the thought.

“Fuck,” you said with a whining tone in your voice. “I want them to hear.”

“I know,” he said as he began to thread his fingers in your hair. “I do too but we can’t let them know. Not now but as soon as you graduate I’ll take you right here and you can be as loud as you want, I promise. You just have to wait. Can you do that?” You nodded. “Good. Now, let me feel that pretty mouth of yours.”

You leaned forward and the dial on the remote was turned down so the vibrations weren’t so intense. Still, you moaned as you ran your tongue up and down his length. Your eyes rolled back when you let him stretch your mouth.

It felt good, right to have him inside you. It didn’t matter what way. The stretch was perfect, just teetering the line between pleasure and painful. You knew when you pulled off him your mouth would be sore but you looked forward to the lingering presence, the reminder that it was real.

You dragged your tongue along the underside of him. He sighed and his head tilted back as his fingers twitched in your hair.

He lightly pulled on it. You followed his instruction and moved your head back before you went back down.

“Good, so good,” he praised.

You moved the tip of your tongue around his head. His nails scratched your scalp and he bucked forward in your mouth, nearly choking you. You drew back and did it again. Only this time when his hips moved forward, so did you head. He moved down your throat, a welcome invader. You forced yourself to relax enough so that when you did choke, you stayed in place. You steadied your breathing, you relaxed your throat, you moaned around him.

“That’s it,” he said as he petted your head. “Just like that, so good for me, darling.”

You stayed like that for a moment before you pulled back and teased his tip and shaft with a combination of tongue and teeth. You could feel him twitch inside your mouth and you moaned at the slightly bitter taste that came with it.

He pulled out of your mouth and switched off the vibrator. He pulled his pants further down as he sat in his chair.

“Take off your pants and come here,” he said.

You obliged, looking at him— fully clothed save for his cock which was out and standing tall with the slightest curved to it— as you did so.

When you stood halfway nude in front of him with merely an unbuttoned shirt for decency, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from you. It left you slowly and wanting, causing you to moan.

“What do you want?” he asked as he brought the vibrator to his lips to be licked clean.

“You, I want you,” you told him.

“Mmm? How?”

“Inside me.”

“Beg for me.”

“Please, professor, please. I want you so bad. You’ve teased me all day and I’ve tried to be so good for you, so so good. I want you inside me, fill me up. Fuck me like a whore, please, professor, please.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. “That’s enough,” he told you.

He moved you so you could straddle him as he slowly guided himself inside you. You closed your eyes with pleasure as he filled you the way a toy simply couldn’t. He was warm inside you. You clenched without meaning to and he let out a pleased sigh.

He thrust up into you and you lost your breath. He did it again and again and again, finding a pace rather quickly. What started out slow quickly became the opposite. He was hard and fast as he thrust inside you.

“You make such pretty noises,” he said as his hand went to find your clit. “I wish others could hear them.”

You wanted to scream out when his fingers started moving in tandem with his thrusts but you but your lip and settled on a whine as you clenched around him.

“You feel so good, Professor,” you told him. “Like you were made to fill me up. No one’s ever been so good to me.”

He groaned as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and picked you up to lay you across his desk. He bit at your neck as his hands sped up on your clit and his thrusts quickened.

“Cum for me, darling,” he commanded. “Cum for me.”

And you did. You clenched around him and your legs wrapped around his back to pull him further inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as he bit hard enough at your jaw to bruise.

His hand left your cough and instead he pinned your arms above your head with one hand as the other held you in place. He thrust inside you at a ruthless pace that made you continue to see stars for several moments after you came down from your peak.

Eventually he stalled and orgasmed inside you. You could feel him twitch and his seed spill. You moaned as you were filled even further and his grip on you tightened.

He stayed on top of you for several moments, simply breathing. Then he stood and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He dug through his drawer for a cloth he used to wipe himself clean.

He hesitated for a moment, debating before he tossed the cloth back into the drawer and picked up the vibrator again. He pushed it inside you, plugging his release inside you as well. He bent down and licked at the seed which spilled out.

He then kissed you, letting you taste him while he buttoned up your shirt. When he was finished he tucked himself back in his pants and helped steady you on your feet. He pressed another kiss to your temple as he handed you your underwear and pants.

“I do believe that concludes our discussion,” he said as he began to fix the papers that had been made askew, effectively dismissing you in the process. “Ms. Selvika should be here at any moment, I suggest you leave soon.”

Your head still reeled but nonetheless you managed to say, “Yes, professor.”

“Good.”

You out on your clothes and had just begun walking towards the door when it opened and Selvika came in.

“I do hope to see you improve,” Silco said as she walked past you. “You have such potential, I’d truly hate to see it wasted.”

Just then the vibrator turned in again and you barely succeeded in concealing a squeak due to overstimulation.

Telling your sub to keep their eyes open while you fuck them has gotta be the hottest thing ever, saying “look at me when im fucking you baby. I want to see how good im making you feel.”

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Theme(s): [Alice in Wonderland AU]: Caterpillar Aizawa

Pairing: Aizawa Shōta X Smol F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Drug Use, Implied Non-Con/Dub-con, Dark Undertones

Word Count: 2,260

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Flirtation Dictation (Professor Aizawa x Fem College Student)

This is my  1000 follower celebration fic! Anons frequently tell me they are reading my fics during class, and well, I don’t think Professor Aizawa would appreciate that. ;) 

Parts of this were a bit awkward to write considering my style, but I’m pretty happy with it. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you all so, so much for your support. (Also just a side note Aizawa-sensei would never break the code of ethics *is yanked away by my friends*)

Warning: Professor x Student, spanking, humiliation kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex. Milk is cum like once. Listen I tried to get all the Aizawa tropes.

Shouta Aizawa was far from boring. Well, at least to you.

He often told your class tales of valiant heroes taking on the world’s worst villains, and usually coming out on top. Sometimes he’d regale you with stories of his own heroic past, but being such a humble man, those were few and far between. 

Despite your sincere interest, you couldn’t help drifting off at times during his lectures. The depth and cadence of his voice made your eyelids feel heavy, eventually calling them to close as the words became your lullaby.  

Oftentimes you kept yourself awake by simply admiring his undeniably attractive frame. The man was beyond gorgeous. Silky ebony locks pulled back in a loose bun, long, lean body stood proudly as he spoke or scribbled concepts on the whiteboard. Sometimes you’d get lucky and steal a peek at his toned lower abdomen as he wrote on the whiteboard, relishing in the sinful chill the voyeuristic act gave you. No matter what he did, Shouta Aizawa exuding pure confidence and competence, something you certainly valued.

On this day you occupied your tired mind by reading. You’d covered the material on the previous night, and for you, it was simply a review. The tactic definitely paid off, but there was one problem, the content of this particular story had your thighs shifting together, hot arousal pooling between your legs. During an extra spicy excerpt, you couldn’t stop a quiet moan from slipping through your lips.

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the older woman im dating takes me to the park and lets me run around for my daily enrichment

i am STILL HORNY in the middle of a pandemic. the grind never stops

Oh I just got hit so hard with Professor!Compress brainrot. Yes I’m still on my college au bullshit okay I know.  But I need to get it out of my head so here ya go:

18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Professor!Compress x Gender Neutral!reader

Warnings: professor/student dynamics, mild innocence kink, smut, alcohol mention, power dynamic play

He’s teaching in the theater department, or something similarly arts related. One of those weirdly eccentric profs who’s so painfully handsome despite how strange and unreadable he seems in classes.

Professor Sako would absolutely be the type to enjoy having a drink with some of the students he’s closer with, especially if they’re participating in some of the shows he directs or he’s helping advise them on their own thesis work. Genuinely really likes to listen when you info-dump about your favorite playwright/author/artists etc… He just finds it incredibly attractive to have intelligent conversation about your shared interests.

Also it gives him an excuse to see your face all lit up and so excited that your favorite award-winning prof is showing an interest in you.

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