NSFW Alphabet (Aizawa Shouta)

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Different Types of Love Confessions

Public Love Confession

Desperate Love Confession

Romantic Love Confession

Casual Love Confession

Shy Love Confession

Accidental Love Confession

Nervous Love Confession

Song Love Confession

Long-Distance Love Confession

Drunken Love Confession

Angry Love Confession

Written Love Confession

Creative Love Confession

Unexpected Love Confession

First-Date Love Confession

Sleepy Love Confession

Anonymous Love Confession

Dramatic Love Confession

Late-Night Love Confession

Spontaneous Love Confession

Hey guys! I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long, but I'm back now.

I'm opening up requests again, hopefully it'll help with my inspiration. I still haven't given up on filling previously sent in requests, please be patient.

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Requests!! (OPEN!!)

(Filled Requests Here)

My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:

The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.

I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.

Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.

List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!

What I'm willing to write:

Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)

LGBTQA+

Polyamory

Smut*

Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)

Omegaverse

Dark Content**

*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.

**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.

I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.

Things/Characters I like to write:

Erasermic, Aizawa, Present Mic, Shinsou, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Midnight, Miruko

Class 1-A Shenanigans

Poly

Yandere

Pathetic/Simping Men

Family Fluff/Drama

Omegaverse

Angst

Toxic Relationships

Remember the more specific your request, the better it'll be.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

Ask No Questions (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Despite sleeping with the man a couple of times, there's not a lot you know about your neighbor, Aizawa. Perhaps that's for the best, you've never been a fan of complications. (FWB to Lovers? Aizawa/Reader. Reader is female.)

(Content: Blood and injury, needles, no smut.)

-MHA-MHA-MHA-

It's the middle of the night when you hear a horrendous crash sound from your fire escape, followed by a muffled groan. It's enough of a commotion to draw you from your insomnia-driven TV marathon to go and investigate.

You push the window up, poking your head out into the cool night air. Illuminated by the moonlight is the crumpled, bloodied form of your neighbor and occasional fuck-buddy, Aizawa Shouta, laid out on the landing and breathing harshly.

Well, shit.

You haul yourself out onto the fire escape without grace, your bare feet making contact with the too-cold metal grating. You're not exactly surprised to see Aizawa in this state. You have no idea what he does for work, but you've seen the bruises and scars on his body, how he never seems to be fully healed at any given time. He gets into fights, lots of them, that much is certain. However, this is your first time seeing him faring quite so poorly after coming back from... whatever it is he does when he slinks out of the apartment complex.

"Aizawa," you say, alerting him of your presence in case he didn't notice you come out. From the way he grunts in acknowledgement instead of startling, perhaps he had noticed. You make your way over to his side, crouching down beside him.

He's looking rougher than usual. The blood trickling down the side of his face from somewhere past his hairline is the most eye-catching at the moment, but there's plenty of other cuts and scrapes besides that, and the way he's clutching his bloodied side can't mean anything good. But when his dark eyes meet yours, there's clarity there, you're thankful for that.

"Do you want an ambulance?" you ask him evenly. Maybe you should just call for one, this might be over your head. But you don't know what side of the law he's on.

The question gets him moving, and he pushes himself into a sitting position with great effort. He doesn't look much better now that he's upright.

"I'm fine," he says, not fine. Stubborn, though.

No ambulance, then.

You twist your mouth to side in thought then sigh, pushing yourself up. "Okay, let's get you patched up."

It takes a lot of effort to get him into your apartment through the window. He doesn't protest your offer to help, but you have a feeling it's because he's so focused on muffling his noises of pain. You practically dump him onto your old, shitty couch, not too bothered by the idea of a few more bloodstains on it, and go to fetch your first aid kit.

When you return, Aizawa's managed to maneuver himself onto his back, his strange scarf and a particularly loud pair of yellow goggles set on the floor beside him. You realize, then, that he's wearing some sort of costume. Interesting.

"There a zipper on this thing?" you ask as you kneel beside him, looking over his black jumpsuit. He gestures to a hidden zipper and you're tugging it down, revealing his sculpted torso to you. It'd be a much more appealing sight if not for the nasty gash in his side. It looks like it was made by a knife.

You help him take some painkillers, nothing fancy or very strong, and start on cleaning his wounds, working with a practiced hand. You're mildly aware that Aizawa's watching you as you work, his breathing not as labored as when you first found him.

"You've done this before," it's not a question.

"I have," you confirm, not looking up from what you're doing. If he has any questions, he doesn't ask them, neither do you, and you definitely have questions.

Silence settles over the two of you as you patch him up. You don't think anything's broken, but you're not a doctor. Now that most of the blood has been wiped away, he doesn't look as bad as you'd initially thought, especially the cut on his head. Still, that wound in his side would need stitches.

You have the needle and suture thread in your hand, but you're hesitating. Again, you wonder if a doctor really isn't an option for him.

"You don't have to do this for me," he says quietly, almost gently, probably picking up on your reluctance to continue. He's already trying to sit up, "I can handle the rest myself, you've already done more than enough." Despite his stoic demeanor, the guilt in his expression is easy enough to read.

"I've already done this much," your hand presses to the center of his chest, stopping him from getting up. "I might as well do the rest."

It's clear to you that if you don't help him now, he's not going to go to anyone else. The images of him in his tiny apartment bathroom, an exact copy of your tiny apartment bathroom, trying to stitch himself shut flits through your head and it doesn't sit right with you.

"I'll be quick," you tell him, finding your resolve.

The minutes pass as you carefully suture his wound, sweat beading on your brow as you work. Every flinch and tensing of his body, every concealed grunt of pain, has your stomach turning slightly. It's been a while since you've had to do this for someone, you never quite got over the queasiness it gives you.

"Okay," you practically gasp, sitting back and setting the needle aside. Your hands are shaking.

Aizawa is looking paler than before, sweat coating his body, his breathing rapid. "...thanks," the words are sincere through his labored breathing. He looks exhausted and you don't blame him.

You shrug, awkward in the face of his gratitude, staring down at your bloody hands, the stains on your pajamas. You lick your lips, "...have I just involved myself in something illegal?" you have to ask. Providing aid to vigilantes or villains, even unintentionally, was a decent invitation for the law to step in and fuck you. If you have trouble coming your way, you want to be prepared.

He raises an eyebrow, "no," he tells you, giving a tired shake of his head, "you're fine... I'm a hero."

Your eyes drift from his dirtied costume to the goggles and strange scarf, "huh." It hadn't been your first guess, but it makes sense.

There's an awkward silence, "are you a paramedic?" he asks, and you can't help but snort. "Or a nurse?"

"Nothing like that," as if anyone would let you handle a job of any importance.

His eyes narrow, like you're a particularly interesting little puzzle. "You sure handled all this pretty well. You seemed to have experience."

"Yeah," you confirm, but you don't elaborate. You turn your face away from his curiosity, gathering up all your supplies. "You can crash here tonight if you want. You should probably see a real doctor soon."

You can feel his eyes on you as you stand, but you don't look at him. There's a pause where you think he might protest staying and try something stupid like attempting to get up and walk to his own apartment or some other macho nonsense, but in the end he just lets out an exhausted sigh. "Okay..."

By the time you've washed his blood off of you and changed your clothes, he's out like a light.

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Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.

So after my post about yanderes and that I'd love to get some yandere requests, I got a request for a piece with Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and the Reader as Christine and I'm like "okay yeah that sounds like fun" but the problem is that I've only seen anything PotO related like once in my life and that was me watching the Gerard Butler movie like ten years ago and I only really saw half of it because I was high af after having my wisdom teeth removed and I could barely stay awake

So I was figuring out what I want to do for my research for this so I know enough of the plot for the request (because lowkey I wasn't feeling watching a musical rn, idk I have to be in a mood?)

So I decided to watch the 1925 Lon Chaney silent film because this made sense to me

Honestly, it's such a good movie??? I really recommend it and you can find it on Youtube. But also

There's a scene after Christine is kidnapped where she passes out and the Phantom sets her in a bed in a bedroom in his lair that it seems he's prepared just for her. And it's the dreamiest fucking bed ever, it's like a boat and it's stuffed with the richest textiles and the plushest pillows and when she wakes up and gets out of bed she finds an assortment of the prettiest shoes all in her size and a personalized hand mirror and guys

I'm so unwell because why did that activate the reward centers in my brain wtf (it's such an obsessed/yandere trope and I feel like a fly being drawn in by a bug lamp)

But yeah if you're reading this, Dabi Anon, I'm about to be cooking on that Phantom Dabi request

Spin The Bottle (MHA/Reader)

Summary: MHA characters during a game of spin the bottle when the bottle lands on you. (Part 1?)

Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Uraraka

MHA-MHA-MHA

Midoriya

The poor boy is a mess. He was already feeling pretty nervous about playing this game and kissing someone in front of others, but then it landed on you! You're the one person he wanted to kiss the most and that just makes it all even more nervewracking.

You don't want to say it out loud when you approach him, but with his green hair...and how red his face is...he really does look a lot like a tomato right now.

He kisses you with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips puckered comically like a fish. Your lips are on his for a single, blessed moment and then they're gone way too soon. Still, he's pretty sure he's ascended to heaven.

Todoroki

You can't tell what he's thinking when the two of you walk up to each other in the middle of the circle of your squealing classmates and friends, whether he's nervous or excited. He's wearing his usual Neutral Roki expression.

After you stare at each other and nothing happens, you decide to make the first move, closing your eyes and leaning in. He meets you halfway.

You think it's going to be a quick, chaste kiss for the sake of the game, but suddenly, Todoroki's hands are holding your face and he's deepening the kiss way beyond what you were expecting from him. Your friends are screaming, your belly is flipping, and heat flares up over your face as if you're the one with the fire quirk.

He releases you and you can only stare up at him in a bewildered daze. "Sorry," he says, looking unruffled as usual, but there's a tinge of satisfaction in those mismatched eyes.

Kirishima

He bounds up to you with all his boyish charm, looking a little nervous, but still excited and friendly. You smile back at him, his energy infectious, and you meet his lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

His lips linger against yours and you melt against each other as the kiss grows deeper. Your hand cups his cheek and his head tilts to the side just so, his lips parting in a sigh and-

"Ouch!"

You pull back at the small sting and a drop of blood drips down from your lip. One of his sharp teeth had nicked you.

He looks at you, guilt stricken, "oh no! I'm so sorry, (Name)!"

You laugh it off, accidents happen after all, and you spend the rest of the night assuring him that you're really okay. The poor guy.

Uraraka

She approaches you bashfully, a pretty blush blooming across her already rosy cheeks. You smile at her and kiss her softly, your eyes closing as she relaxes into the kiss.

She's so distracted by kissing you that she forgets herself, her hands cupping your face in an attempt to bring you in closer. You gasp as your feet leave the floor and suddenly, you're floating towards the ceiling, your gravity negated.

She gasps, "sorry!" her hands go to her cheeks as her blush deepens, now in embarrassment. This, of course, leads her to start floating as well, and you can't help but burst into a fit of giggles, which she quickly joins.

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I love like a soft yandere story, where the Yandere's still scarily obsessed but the Reader still has a bit of power. Where Reader's not 100% miserable and is slowly learning how to direct the Yandere's energy.

There are levels to Yandere, I like the variety