#husband aizawa x reader

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[candymisworld]

I really cant decide whether I want Aizawa as a father figure or as my husband.

It’s a really hard choice my gosh, anytime I see him being a dadzawa to class 1A I’m like “aw I want that😕” but at the same time.. “oh I want 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉😼🤭”

😼😼

[y3oubii]

Prettier in Pink!

shota aizawa x pink obsessed! fem reader

recently married to the love of your life, you two began a search for the perfect home to start your little family..how cute! it took lots of consideration, but you eventually found just the place, and your obsessed husband couldn't say no when you so excitedly came to him with...certain decoration plans. i based the house off of the murder house from ahs to add a little something sooo..thats whats with the jokes of death lol!

CW: creepy house vibes, light supernatural suggestions, strong domestic fluff, pink overload, aizawa being so in love it hurts

pt. 1 (you're here!), pt. 2, pt. 3

the sky was heavy with clouds, the kind that hovered like ash over the city, turning the light silver and soft. It made the peeling white paint of the house stand out even more, chipped, weather-worn, and desperately charming. ivy crawled up the stone pillars like veins, and the porch creaked beneath your heeled boots.

you clasped Shota’s hand and gave it a giddy squeeze.

“this is it. i need this house.”

he blinked slowly, dark eyes trailing up to the pointed spires of the victorian. “it looks like somewhere people go to die,” he muttered, deadpan as ever.

“exactly.”

shota sighed. the sigh of a man already lost. he was in too deep, had been since you first flounced into his life like a strawberry milkshake personified. now you were his wife, and if his pretty little wife wanted a dilapidated murder mansion with pink curtains and floral wallpaper, then goddammit, he’d patch the roof himself.

you tugged him through the doorway, the massive double doors groaning open with theatrical flair. the air inside was cold. heavy. like time had stopped sometime in the seventies and just… waited.

the grand foyer stretched up two floors, with an iron-wrought staircase curling up into darkness. a chandelier hung low above your heads, its crystals catching what little light filtered through the stained glass. dust coated everything in a soft layer of gray, and the wallpaper was a dark, faded red with roses.

you turned to him, eyes alight. “imagine this… but all of it pink."

he blinked. “you want to paint the murder walls pink.”

“yes. like a blushy kind of pink. and maybe a pink shag rug right here under the chandelier. and heart-shaped frames on the stairwell. it could be our ‘pink palace.’”

shota pinched the bridge of his nose, but you saw it, just for a second, the twitch of his lip. that barely-there smile he only showed when you were being particularly you.

“you’re insane.”

“and you married me, babe,” you said, leaning up to peck his cheek. “’til death do us part, remember?”

he grunted, hand finding your waist to ground you. “you better not mean literal death.”

the tour continued.

you danced through the rooms, practically skipping from one hauntingly beautiful spot to the next. the kitchen still had rusted fixtures and a cracked tile floor, but all you saw was a pink retro fridge and rose gold appliances. the parlor, with its looming fireplace and ghostly antique mirror, was, in your mind, already decked out with velvet throw pillows and bubblegum-pink walls.

the upstairs was worse. the hallway stretched long and narrow, with cold spots and doors that groaned when you opened them. one room still had a child’s bed in it, untouched, as if the house hadn’t been abandoned for decades.

“shota,” you whispered. “this could be the nursery.”

he glanced at the rocking horse in the corner, at the pale handprint on the window that hadn’t been cleaned in years.

you gave him the sweetest smile. “pink crib. ruffled canopy. you’d look so cute rocking our baby in here.”

his heart clenched like a fist. not from the haunted ambiance, but from the image of you, glowing with excitement, dreaming of your family’s future in a place most people would run screaming from.

and he’d follow you into hell if you asked him to.

he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “fine. but we’re putting salt in all the corners.”

you squealed and spun in his hold, hands clutching his scarf. “you really mean it? we can buy it?!”

“you already decided. you’re just waiting for me to catch up.”

you beamed.

“i'll let you paint one room black.”

“oh, how generous.”

you kissed him again, and he let it linger, just for a moment longer than usual. long enough to pretend the mirror behind you didn’t flicker. long enough to ignore the faint sound of footsteps upstairs, where no one had gone.

this was your home now. haunted or not.

and pink, very soon. terrifyingly, unapologetically pink.

bonus:

three weeks later, aizawa stood in the foyer, covered in dust and pink paint splatter, staring up at a barbie-pink chandelier you’d installed with horrifying pride. he sipped his coffee in silence.

“still think it looks like a place people go to die?” you teased from the staircase.

he looked around, at the floral walls, the lace curtains, the heart-shaped doormat that said “welcome, cutie.”

“yes.”

he paused.

“but now it’s the cutest death trap I’ve ever seen.”

i hope you enjoyed and thank yewww for reading! this was super fun to write!

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Being Aizawas husband and bringing him his lunchbox at work cause he forgot it at home, and just fluffy situation happening<33

Forgetful

Btw this is more of a Drabble thought sort of thing sorry in advance I’ve been under some wicked writers block :]

Female aligned and minors dni this is an 18+ only blog

Aizawa had just left your shared home to go to work, you look over the counter and see he has forgotten his Lucy “gosh he is so forgetful in the mornings” you mutter aloud and you grab the lunch and soon walk out the door. On your way to the school he works at you had to take the bus. When you got off the bus and made your way to his classroom, you gently knock on the door, it soon opens with your husband standing right there, “what are you doing here y/n” the tired man exclaimed in shock “I’m bringing you your lunch since you forgot it at home, dang your so forgetful” you feel eyeballs burn into you as you see a bunch of teens staring at you “hi I’m aizawas husband y/n shouta” you say and the room grows very quiet but shortly followed by gasps and shocked looks. “Husband!” You hear a yellow haired boy say in shock chaos soon broke a lot of teens ran up to you and started asking questions “well I’ve got to go honey but consider this punishment for being so forgetful” you said while walking out of the classroom only hearing all the kids and a long sigh from your tired husband

[mysteriesmuse]

“N/N is out right now, but go ahead and please borrow our adult-sized guest slippers. I’ll go ahead and make us a some coffee while you have a look around .” Shouta Aizawa is overwhelmed by his son’s new apartment. Small, cozy, and messy enough to be considered decorated and lived in. there’s a pair of children’s house slippers set neatly on the top of the shelf, that he’ll ignore for now. But looking around it definitely has a partners touch — and it reminds him a little bit of the apartment he shared with Yamada when they first moved in together. He could tell that this was a new thing, although he already knew that. Knew that Hitoshi had moved in with his partner, knew that she was his lockscreen. Knew that whatever-her real name was made him happy. Much like his own partner he had to assume the apartment plant life was all credited to Hitoshi’s partner. Because Hitoshi never quite had a thumb green enough to have a pot of cosmos blooming at the entryway. Or the gorgeous potted monstera that stretched nearly as broad as his frame. Yamada would surely be insanely envious it unfurling another big bright new leaf in the corner of the hallway. Otherwise the smattering of smaller plants around the apartment livening up the place could have been something Hitoshi helped out with. Aizawa dodged a macrame vine hanging from the ceiling and stepped further into the threshold. . .

In the living room a pile of half-finished activities sit. The mismatched collection of floor cushions crowded around the tatami mat. There’s a collection of beads in a bowl waiting to be strung together. The makings of friendship bracelets and little fake plastic windchimes ready to be hastily strung up near the balcony door for summer — oh how Hitoshi and Eri loved to do that as children. But before Aizawa can truly inspect and critic the art gallery of achievements and invitations in the refrigerator door he’s greeted by a familiar face. “Why hello there little one,” in a second the familiar white calico headbutts into his hand. “Ah, I see Pochi hasn’t forgotten you. Poor kitten has been hiding from my girlfriend’s nephew. We’re watching him this week while her sister and brother-in-law go on a business trip.” “Ah, well that explains the little shoes,” Hitoshi nudges another set of inquisitive whiskers away from his drink like its second nature, “— that’s a rabbit.” “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, that’s Rita. Short for Margarita, and she will stick her face into your cup if you’re not careful . . .” Cute. Aizawa covers the steaming mug with his palm as the rabbit sniff his knuckles, “How old is her nephew then.” “Ah Tatsuya just turned 4 last month. He’s a sweet kid. Calls me Pochi and calls Pochi Toshi though. N/N can’t seem to convince him otherwise,” Hitoshi shrugs. His son takes another sip in an attempt to conceal the smile on his face — he’s gotten good at mimicking him, but not good enough. The tight lipped smile says enough of something. and it’s astonishing how simple of a thing it is to come have a cup of coffee among half finished crafts and aquarium brochures. there’s more stuff he sees sitting around your shared home as he sips of his mug, a hand still protectively over it as your grey fluffy bunny Margarita tries to get a taste.

theres a series of recognizable polaroid photo frames that he recognizes as the two of you in the hallway. Another on the fridge of his two children next to a dinner party invitation from Monoma. And identical copy of the engagement announcement from Jirou and Momo that just came in the mail at their house too. There’s the eerie beginning of what may be a purple beanie stashed away into the couch. The oversized knitting needles safely out of sight and a small stack of more library books outside your bedroom door. and overall while Hitoshi may be nervous Aizawa is pretty convinced that evidence suggests that you will get along with the rest of the Aizawa-Yamada household. and begrudgingly he supposes his purple haired son takes after him in more ways than he thought, because if nothing else he seems to be softer, happier, healthier. The dark circles under his eyes a little less aggressive because he seems to have also picked a partner with warmth and a that kira-kira kind of personality. The same kind of person that he is eternally devoted to. He sips on his coffee, he’ll have to inform his husband when he gets home that whatever-her-name is seems good for their son.

[zorosbeau33]

Morning Routine~ Shota Aizawa Headcanon

❖ BNHA/MHA, Aizawa x Gender Neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, maybe a series someday?, Fluff

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 600

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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I had to do this idea for my hubby Aizawa he truly deserves a vacation and free supply of high quality eye drops~

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A quaint and homey apartment is all he needs. Nothing big or fancy like Best Jeanist or Vampire homeroom teacher

The aesthetic of the apartment is very clear, upon moving in he (pushed by Mic) had you redesign the place how you like. Leaving only his necessities and some cute cat aesthetic things unchanged

So waking up would depend upon your schedules, if neither of you have work expect morning to be more like 11 am wake up time. With small bouts of him waking up to cuddle in or press kisses to your face or shoulder, five oclock stubble tickling your skin

Or to move your cats so he can cuddle all of you better 

These days you will have to be the one to get up first, start the usual cup of black coffee for him and he will groan and get up to come find it and you

Softly touching your hips in a silent thanks as he moves to get his favorite mug from when Eri was little

If its a weekend with Eri staying with you all, he will grudgingly get up first so he can make his loved ones a simple but delicious breakfast.

He likes to share the joy with Eri of the toaster leaving a toasted cat face on the slices after you bought it jokingly for him

Its one of the rare times he takes you out somewhere noisy because he knows she will enjoy the time at the parks, water slides, fair, music festival, etc, especially with both her pseudo parents with her

The morning is filled with coffee, getting dressed and a leisurely drive as he takes you wherever he has planned for you all

If you do have work he is getting up first, making an entire pot of coffee for himself plus one cup for you in a hideous cat mug he picked out for you trying to be sweet

Once you join him in the land of the grudgingly conscious, expect grunts and him to lean on you as you get ready or eat beside him. Hes savoring your warm presence for a little bit longer

Will threaten to call out and spend the day in bed or on the couch with you and the cats

Would never actually though, even sick he will leave in the morning grumbling but happy he woke up to your face beside him

Likes to share the bathroom, helping you get ready by handing you things as he pretends to look busy or just drinks his coffee eyes half open

Adores the times you brush and style his hair, he falls back asleep standing or sitting

Asks you every time to help him pick out an outfit, yes all his uniforms are the same but he wants you to be the one to pick them out. Sitting on the bed watching you with halflidded gaze

This all ends when he packs you both into his car and drives you to your favorite place to grab breakfast on the fly, then to you job, and waits for his kiss goodbye. He doesn't ask just leans in and gazes lovingly and soft until you kiss him. If he is feeling stressed or worried, heres where you can tell the most as he kisses you back a bit more thoroughly than usual

Its small but it is how he reassures himself the day will go well

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he goes for a morning run/training bout (often with Hitoshi these days). Then showers and gets to work ending his morning routine

[xenophilderdragon]

See the issue with having inspiration suddenly strike is that the moment I write a little snippet of anything at all, suddenly it’s 30K words and I need to write more of it, actually and then I have a 200 page doc of a fic from a oneshot I have drafted somewhere else.

I have three fics I’m currently working on rn:

The Playlist (erasermic x alt!reader): posted semi-monthly

Such Sweet Sorrow (prince!Hawks x knight! Reader): drafted (two chapters)

Sugar and Spice (working title) hawks x camgirl!reader: drafted (skeleton)

I have so many more WIPs I’ve been avoiding but I refuse to let these ones die but the demons keep coming back and whispering to me. I can’t do short form I’ll lose my mind.

And not to mention wanting to revisit some of the older things I wrote back when I was in the Black Butler fandom (Undertaker my beloved).

Maybe I’ll write some more (totally self insert) little one shots with the blorbos having a Mexican or black or mixed s/o to force me out of writer’s block.

[perzawa]

actually. i haven’t written for aizawa in so long but like idk if anyone wants to read aizawa stuff rn

[psychologybat]

Reblogging bc I CAN'T LOSE THIS, be warned 👁️

(he's mine guys fuck off)

Sleepy

shota aizawa x afab/fem reader

aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny

warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.

a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest 😍😍

Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. “Wake up…” he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up “please darlin’” he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him “wha?” You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back “mornin darlin’” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin “morning…” you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.

aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled “your so pretty like this..” he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm “so pretty..” he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.

“noticed did ya?” He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath “yeah…” you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. “Do me a favour would you darlin’?” He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.

Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. “G-good girl.. good girl.” He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you “mmph.. hold on..” he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. “Be a good girl and suck me off will you?” He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. “Mmph..” he let go once you found a pace that wouldn’t make you choke on it.

you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder “so good… such a good girl..” he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair “your turn now hm?”

you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. “You always taste so good..” he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back “please please-“ you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, your doing so good for me darlin’” he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head “I’m close.. I’m close..” your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.

both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you “g-gonna.. put… a baby in my good girl…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder “cmon cum with me…” he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.

both of you panted, you looked up at him “round two?” You smiled “I have work darlin’ sorry” he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.

[satosugusthirdwheel]

shouta aizawa husband

Husband!Shouta loves you with all his heart. But he's not the type for big dramatic declarations or huge shows of affection. He's very much a quiet lover. But he'll do small things for you. Refilling your favorite snacks, helping you cook, massages, personal attention, napping together. His love is appreciative, reverent and deep. It scared him to let you get close at first, but now hes so comfortable with you, and quietly treats you like you're precious to him.

Husband!Shouta will spend a lot of time sleeping in his free time. If you walk by the bed when he's getting ready for a nap he'll pull you onto the bed, forcing you to join him. Sometimes he'll even squeeze you into his sleeping bag. "There. Now you'll have to rest with me." He'll say, already dozing off.

Husband! Shouta talks to you about his students. You always listen, noticing the way he softens slightly. He won't outright say that he loves them, but you know he does.

Husband!Shouta hates when people interrupt his naps. They always ruin his dreams or his peace. But you're the exception. When you wake up him up, first he scowls out of instinct, but when he sees your face he sighs and smiles ever so slightly "Mornin" he'll mumble, the sight of your face, happy and safe is better than any dream he could have.

Husband!Shouta will let you climb onto his lap, or sit with him, even if he's busy. Whenever you want. Sometimes he has to ask you to give him some quiet to think, but you still rest your head on his lap or shoulder. Sometimes you help him grade papers, other times you just massage his shoulders. If you're lucky, he'll let you brush and braid his hair while he works, or pull it back into a hair tie for him.

Husband!Shouta gets mad when you put yourself in danger. He hates it. It worries him, and he expects you to be more rational and not take unnecessary risks. He'll scold you, but then hug you, inhaling your scent and telling you "I'm glad you're okay. I can't lose you. Don't ever do that to me again" You'll hold him close saying "I'm here, I'm safe." (If you get hurt, he'll help you train to improve on whatever you need to, he loves training with you so he knows you're safe from danger) You hate worrying him, knowing the things he's been through. You make an effort to be more careful for his sake

Husband!Shouta forgets to take care of himself, which is why you try to step up. He'll try to get away with just eating one of his little jelly packets for breakfast and you'll roll your eyes. "Nuh uh, you're too busy to skip a good breakfast" You say, and he can't even pretend to be angry. "If you say so, baby. You're good to me" He'll reply, sitting down to eat. You'll bring him lunch, or send him with food. You make sure he eats dinner. He'll do the same for you, texting you when he eats his lunch. "I'm eating. You better eat, too" he'll send.

Husband!Shouta never leaves the house without kissing your head, often absentmindedly stroking your hair a little as he does. He knows that life is fleeting, and he won't let a day pass where he doesn't kiss you before leaving. He doesn't make a show of it, just gently leans in. Sometimes you're asleep, but he kisses you anyway.

Husband!Shouta buys cute things that remind him of you. Things you've seen that you like. He'll give them to you with a casual "Thought of you today, baby"

Husband!Shouta who isn't afraid to defend you in every scenario. Creepy guy on the street? Here comes your scary husband with a death glare. However, this also means when you put yourself in danger, forget to eat, overwork yourself, you'll also be met with the death glare. He has to protect his baby, even if it's from themself.

Husband!Shouta loves you like an expensive housecat. He wants your life to be easy. He lets you climb all over him, you nap together, he strokes your hair, your back, basically all over. He often finds you curled up next to him and whispers "like a little kitty cat.." he thinks you're adorable. And the fact that you like to nap with him? Perfect.

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((Authors note: loved writing aizawa againnnnn my husband. He's perfect. I need him neowww. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading♥️))

[touyaismycomfortboy]

♡ mr. aizawa's wife....

a/n: i'll probably most definitely write about husband aizawa with a wife who has a quirk, but for now here are some quirkless wife hcs <3 this is lowkey all over the place, all I've been thinking about is husband aizawa and what that would be like so i need to dump out all my thoughts and then I'll write smth more organized eventually

word count: 0.7k

synopsis: what it would be like to be aizawa's wife <3

pairing: shouta aizawa x fem!quirkless!reader

genre: headcanons? dump? i honestly dont know!! i'm just writing stuff fr <33

you're not a pro-hero so you don't work at UA, but you're still there all the time. the heroes truly love you, you oftentimes get bored after your own job and bring the faculty fresh baked goods, typically leaving a big tray in the teachers' lounge but delivering aizawa's to him since he's always so busy with class.

the first time you met his new first years they were doing some training outside, you had just come by the school with a tray of peanut butter chocolate cookies and were about to deliver some to aizawa and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek before heading home.

when the girls of the class saw you walk up to aizawa out of the corner of their eyes and give him a kiss they gasped and stopped whatever they were doing.

aizawa panicked when he realized they saw and told them to get back to training, but they were already immediately approaching you and showering you with questions.

"oh my god mister aizawa has a wife?!" "how long have you two been together?!" "how did you guys meet?!" "what is aizawa like at home?"

you would laugh nervously and brush off their questions, whispering something to them about how aizawa is secretly a snuggle bug or something of that nature and usher them back to training, watching as they giggle and whisper to each other as they walk back, looking at aizawa and giggling some more.

aizawa isn't sure what you told them, but he'll "glare" at you for a moment with no real anger behind his stare, then mumble a quick "love you" before returning to work.

if you get off of work before him, he loves coming home and crawling into your arms, collapsing on top of you if you're lying on the couch.

he feels like a classy man when he wants to be. he'll be the kind of man to tell you to be ready at 7pm and to wear a nice outfit, and tell you he got you both a reservation at a restaurant.

he'll never tell you where it'll be, but he'll make sure to vet the menu beforehand just to make sure it has food you like so you never have to pretend to like something around him.

it will never be an insanely popular place with a bunch of people, but it'll always be nice. he doesn't like loud, crowded restaurants that are so loud he can barely taste the food in front of him, he loves quiet and intimate spaces with you.

if you ever volunteer to chaperone at a UA camp or dance or any other event, he always secretly loves watching you work with his students. he loves the chemistry you build with each of them and the effort you put into building friendships with them.

izuku loves to talk to you, he's always running up to you with his notebook asking questions about what the personal life of a pro hero is like and seeing if you have any anecdotes or fun facts about his quirk.

you're also one of the people all might lets see his true form before it's revealed to the public. you're always worrying over him, and he always brushes it off and tells you that he's okay, but you still check on him every time you visit UA.

as seen with how he acts around his students when something traumatic happens to them, he's very good at talking you through whenever you're sad. he's not a man of many words, but the words he does say leave an impact, and he always knows what to say.

he's not much for PDA, most people don't even know he has a wife until you just show up since he's so private, he prefers his intimate affairs stay intimate, he doesn't like everyone in his business or knowing how he acts around his wife.

nothing makes him feel guiltier than all the times you're awake for days on end next to his hospital bed after protecting his students from a dangerous situation. you understand why he does it, how important his students are to him, but still... seeing how destroyed his body gets after a villain encounter always makes you sick to your stomach, and you never feel quite at ease when he's working.

you both love taking naps together, if naps could be a love language that would be your guys'. you're always snuggling when alone and one thing will lead to another and you both end up snoozing on the couch for 30 minutes or so, something about being in each other's presence is so relaxing.

[meow-xine]

Ohhh I am so obsessed with him 😫

Shota Aizawa x Fem reader

Cw: smut, some plot… oral (F! receiving)

Background: Aizawa is your husband but you haven’t seen him in WEEKS due to him being caught up in work.

Shota has just been so busy as of late. Truth be told, with the two of you sharing so many aspectual responsibilities – many stemming from Shota’s job, you had felt a strain on your relationship. Shota rarely had time for you anymore, him spending more time now than ever at work, trying to make sense of villain attacks and dorms. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, the only interaction being a text or a late night call. Of course you kept yourself busy, going to work during the day then occupying yourself with small things around the house; cleaning, crafts. No matter how much you distracted yourself though, there was no way to stop the yearning for your husband. You knew it was necessary, and you would in no way ever try to stop him from doing what he needed to, but you just wish he could take one day off. Life just hadn’t been the same.

“I just miss you so much.” you sobbed into the phone resting next to you, laying down curled over a pillow. This had become a sort of routine, Shota calling you up later than he should, knowing that you would be awake and expecting to hear from him. “I know, I miss you too. It’s.. it’s just been so complicated trying to balance everything. Know that if I could come home to you I would.” He sighed. It wasn’t much easier on him, and you knew that. You often found yourself getting off the phone feeling more guilty than anything. He had a lot on his plate, and you were sure your complaining wasn’t of much help. There was just something about the late night that seeped into your words, taking control and slurring your speech. You weren’t used to staying up so late.

“I’m sorry baby.. I just don’t feel good without you here. It’s too quiet and dull.” you continued your earlier recurring thought. Silence interrupted by your small hiccups filled the air. It was stagnant and dense, but not uncomfortable. “You know it breaks my heart to hear you like that honey.” He interrupted the silence, followed by a sigh. “I’ll do what I can to see you as soon as possible.” he continued. “You promise?” “I promise. Now get some sleep love, it’s late.” And with that you hung up and fell asleep, remaining in the same curled position. 

That was two weeks ago, and since then you had been carefully watching the news reports and attacks against both Shota and his students. It was scary stuff and you constantly had to remind yourself that he would be okay– that they would all be okay. Even with reminders though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and out of control, sometimes forgetting to breathe until Shota got a break on TV. You followed up with texts and phone calls afterwards too, needing more than just a digital image showing he was safe. 

Finally, amongst the sea of phone calls you had gotten, it was your husband.

“[Name]? Baby?” it was Shota, he sounded happier than he had in a while and you swore you could feel his smile through the phone. “Hi Sho, I’m here. How are things going?” you smiled too, not being able to contain yourself after hearing him. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Things are going good, especially today. I rarely ever take time off work so it was pointed out that I am long overdue for some PTO.” “Oh yay! Do you know when exactly you might be getting some days?” You stood up from the couch you were sitting on in your shared home. “Well…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me one moment, someone’s at the door..” He chuckled, “Sure.”

You made your way to the door making sure to hold your phone to your chest before answering. Upon opening the door, the phone in your hand was long forgotten, falling to the floor. It was Shota on the other side, lazily holding his phone to his ear. He hung up and opened his arms, allowing you to run into them.

“You’re here! Oh I’ve missed you so much.. I wish you would have told me you were coming ,I would have worn something nicer.” You rambled feeling embarrassed for just wearing one of his shirts and PJ shorts. Not leaving enough time for you to finish a thought, Shota wrapped his arms around you, one snaking around your waist and the other rubbing your back. “Hi baby..” 

You released yourself from his embrace, taking a moment to look at his face and notice the small differences. He looked tired and weary, no thanks to the battles he had endured. Despite everything, it was still your Shota standing in front of you. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you could think you were all over them. You pulled back, apologizing, “Oh! Sorry,” you knelt down to pick up some of his bags, “let’s let you get settled in first.” 

The two of you carried his bags to your bedroom, placing them on the floor. Before Shota made an effort to unpack, he walked over to you and brought you in for another hug, this one tighter than the last. One of his hands was wrapped warmly against your head, bringing you closer to his chest. You inhaled, making a mental note to lock his sweet musk scent away for when he inevitably had to leave again. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea.” he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly. 

You loosely pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek and his hands still lingering low around your waist. “I missed you too Sho. It felt impossible without you here. I’m just so happy you’re okay.” He smiled down at you and planted a small kiss on your lips. He deepened the kiss, disentangling your entire being yet somehow making you feel more full than you ever had all at once. His hand was now placed against the nape of your neck, all the while slowly backing you up into the nearest wall. 

Once you felt your back touch the wall you couldn’t help but break free of the kiss and gasp, being too entranced to notice the position you were in until now. Shota wasted no time in returning to the kiss, using the hand on your neck to bring you closer to him. The two of you melted into the kiss, a mix of small groans and whines left Shota’s mouth as he lost himself in you. He broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at you beneath his frame before speaking, “Baby I need you right now..” he groaned, searching for approval in your eyes. You displayed agreement through a nod and took a step forward. Shota, before beginning to take off your clothes, gently let his hands run across your body longer than he needed to. It had been so long since he had been able to feel your skin underneath him, he wanted to savor it. 

He took off your shirt, admiring what was underneath as he lifted it above your head. Once he discarded it to the side, he worked on removing your bra. You were now completely bare from the waist up and your dark haired husband couldn’t help but stare. “Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his earlier kisses down to the side of your neck, bending his knees as he moved down to kiss your exposed breasts, one hand massaging the other as he worked. You let out soft moans, the pleasure slowly surging through you. It was more intense than usual, it had felt like eons since you had been touched by him, yet it seemed he still knew exactly how to please you. 

‘C’mere baby,” he led you to your shared bed, sitting you on the edge. You were almost laying down, your elbows propped up stopping you from doing so. Shota got down to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands on either side of your thighs and he slid your shorts off, your panties being the only remaining article. Upon seeing your wetness seeping through the cloth, Shota chuckled  “Awh baby, you’re soaked.” He looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. “Let me touch you, please love.” It took you a moment to fully process and respond to him, you were far too distracted by the sight of your usually dominant husband kneeling before you, so undone. “Yes-yeah, of course you can.” you responded after far too long of a pause. 

He returned one of his hands to its earlier position, slid against your thigh only now massaging you slowly. His other hand moved up slowly to your clothed pussy and you gasped when you felt him touch you. He used his hands to spread your legs open and teased small traces along your inner thighs, moving his face closer. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his breath close in. He planted a trail of the most gentle kisses up your thighs, pausing once he got just close enough to make you antsy. You whimpered, “please Sho..need you..”

“You know I can’t say no when you ask like that.” he smirked, then slid your panties off, gliding a finger down your slit. He inched his face closer, attaching his mouth to your clit after a few small licks. The wave of pleasure crashed down on you all at once, “Oh Sho…” you moved your hands to grab his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Once his gentle demeanor faded, he was devouring you like a madman, groaning and mumbling into your arousal. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this..” he lazily groused, slipping two fingers into you. He curled them up into you, the sheer amount of unfamiliar pleasure was almost overstimulating.

Your grip on his hair tightened, indicating he must have been doing something right. He paused to look up at you, “Yeah? You like that? ‘Course you do..” he trailed off, his mouth finding you again. Your nerves heated your entire body, that combined with the growing knot in your belly was enough to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips, now riding his fingers more than anything. He pulled his face up to look at you again. “Oh baby you look so pretty coming undone f’me right now.” his fingers sped up reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “So pretty.”

“I’m- fuck.. M’ so close Sho..” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Rolling your hips at the same speed his fingers were fucking you, you couldn’t help but toss your head back in satisfaction, your release smashing against you. “That’s it baby.. good girl..” Shota spoke, his fingers never once slowing until you were worn out. You whined due to the absence that filled you as he removed his digits. 

He stood up, looming over your relaxed frame. He knelt down to kiss your forehead, grabbing one of your hands to help you sit upright. “You did so good baby.. So good.” He sat next to you, stroking your hair. “Oh I love you Shota, so much.” you whined into him. ”I love you too [Name].” He smiled, honestly not wanting to get up. “Now let's get you cleaned up, it’s late.”

“What about you though? I feel bad not returning anything..” You said, feeling a mix of pleasure and guilt all in one go. “Don’t worry about me, we have plenty of time.” Shota responded. He walked to the bathroom, starting a hot bath with a mix of calming oils; then returned to you and brought you to the tub.

The two of you were slipped in you got comfortable in the middle of his legs, your back resting against his chest. “I love you Shota.” you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed enough to go to sleep right in the tub.

He wrapped his arms around your torso. “I love you too, [Name].”

[bloody-night]

Midnight sweats

Aizawa Shouta x reader

you and your husband finally have time together

nsfw

Aizawa was always in U.A. either grading papers or teaching, helping his students who only he could control best. You were a known hero around Japan, working everyday to maintain a reputation as you climbed to make it to the pro heroes.

You both never had time to be together, only once in a while you’d have a few minutes or sometimes an hour or more to spend time with your darling love. Paying Aizawa a visit with gifts or food, maybe also to chat and catch up.

Until recently you finally had a day off, paying a visit to your dear husband.

The dorms for Class 1-A were empty, the students were still with the pro heroes working by their side. The building was ominously quiet, that is until the sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall loudly could be heard throughout the building.

“Fuck…” Aizawa huffed loudly, his teeth biting his pillow, wetting it with drool, his hands gripping the sheets. Your thrusts weren’t helping him think, that way your hips snapped onto his, his ass recoiling from the way you thrusted so roughly inside him.

“You love me fucking you like this?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly before continuing to fuck him in place. Your hand pushing his face onto the pillow, fingers gripping his long hair. Your other hand groping his ass, occasionally giving it a slap. Aizawa would let out a groan of pain, but immediately moan afterwards from your thrusting. The smacking of his cock hitting against his stomach as it leaked sticky pre-cum, it made him slightly embarrassed, though those thoughts were pushed back as you gave him a life time of a fucking.

His ass was up, back arched beautifully as you fucked him eagerly, hungry for him, hungry for his hole and warm insides. You groaned as you leaned down, hands moving to press down and lower your husbands’s ass, before holding his hips in place, keeping them still as you fucked him like your living and tight fleshlight. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, before quickening your pace. Practically pounding him at this point. You behaved like a feral wolf, eager to fuck and breed Aizawa. It was well deserved after months without being together like this.

Your husband moved his head to the side, moaning loudly as your cock was thick and long enough to reach his sweet spot. Tears pricked his dry eyes, before squeezing them shut. “Fuck… keep fucking me, please..” He whispered desperately. His body covered in glistening sweat, seemingly glowing as the moonlight shone on him. He was so hungry for you, he missed you so much, he missed your touch, your gaze, especially your fat cock that fucked him dumb.

Aizawa whimpered as he felt you quicken your thrusts more, pounding his insides, literally reaching his guts and arranging them, making Shouta breathless with each thrust you gave him.

His face was red, drool escaping his lips and pupils blown from so much lust. You pulled away from him shoulder, leaving it bruised and drooled on, before grunting loudly. “‘M gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good you’ll remember about me everyday when you feel your ass leak with my cum.” You promised him, gripping his hips harder, earning a hiss from him.

Your thrusts were rough, before finally giving a final one, warm cum covering your husband’s walls. Shouta gasped before he himself also came, his dick spurting out ropes of milky cum, audible grunts coming out his throat. Aizawa whimpered as he felt you fill him up, also feeling your dick twitch inside him.

You huffed, both of you trying to regain your breathing, chests rising and lowering frantically. Aizawa sighed as he tried moving, before feeling you thrust again, starting out slow. “W-wait… you’re going again?” He asked, his eyes wide, staring at you through his hair.

“I told you I’m going to leave you full, you’re gonna bare my children, you’re going to be fucked dumb my love.” You whispered into his ear, earning a silent whimper from him.

Aizawa was screaming at this point, his voice pitch high as he cried. You weren’t letting go of his hips and you were frantic about breeding this man. “That’s it baby, scream all you want, tell everyone how good I’m fucking my husband.” You whispered, kissing his sweaty neck. Aizawa whimpered as he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as drool escaped past his lips. His own cock was red and swelled up from all the moments he came, it was still standing and releasing needy beads of pre cum.

You were practically sandwiching Shouta between the bed and you, your figure giving him so much warmth. Your cock pounded his insides, his hand feeling it poke through his skin, it was so overwhelming it made him tremble.

This was the ninth or tenth round, you were sure tired but this final load you were about to release was coming close. “I’m close baby, I’m close.” You whispered, latching your teeth onto his neck so tightly, afraid that if you let go you’ll lose him.

Your canines dug deep into Aizawa’s skin, it made him bleed a bit. Your husband groaned so eagerly, loving the stinging feeling you gave him as he felt your tongue lick his blood. He felt your hands arch his lower back, before drilling your cock into him one more time, loud moans of pleasure and pain left him throat, his hand gripping his pillow.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He released a string of curses, before curling his toes and letting out a long and dragged out moan, releasing onto his already stained sheets. Shouta’s body shook as you continued, before not long after you finished inside him a final time. You panted as you stayed still, filling up your endearing husband, hearing him whimper quietly.

“That’s it baby, take in my kids, you’re gonna be a great husband for me, a holder of my kids, a vessel.” You whispered, keeping your dick in him before laying behind him, your hand feeling his tummy. “You will remember me better this way, when I’m gone for heroic reasons, you’ll have my cum as a reminder of what I’ll do to you when I’m free.” You whispered into his ear, earning a groan from him, before feeling you move his hair out of the way to make access of his neck, kissing and sucking on it.

“Thanks.. but you ruined my chance of walking for a couple of days..” He mumbled, panting quietly. “Oh please, you can take sick days.” You let out a chuckle, continuing to care for him. “Right… I hope they don’t worry about me.” He sarcastically said, rolling his eyes that you sensed without seeing him.

You both stayed silent, stayed still as you held him close to you, naked bodies pressed against each other as your cock was warm snuggled deep inside Aizawa.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” You whispered,

before hearing a faint snore.

[rueclfer]

Ok bet.

Can i request an Aizawa x Reader one shot, where they’re a couple but they’re keeping it on the DL (as aizawa is private and an underground hero) but reader is a more well known hero so fans start shipping reader with hawks, then p.r or management says this yn x hawks thing is good publicity and good for their brand/marketing/image etc So reader and hawks (for publicity) start to pose as a couple and attend many events together etc and it starts to mentally and emotionally affect Aizawa. He goes on forums and social media and all anyone can talk about is how perfect hawks & reader are together.

Make it angsty. 💋

OKAAAYYYYY ouch ouch ouch avoidant aizawa stay away from meeeeee

(written under cut)

everything is fine // shouta aizawa

all that was familiar to shouta had dissipated within the span of a few days. for the past few weeks, your schedules had completely clashed and he found himself waiting for you for most nights of the week- staying up with a perpetually full pot of coffee and his ringer on full volume.

neither of you expected your hero work to take this kind of a turn.

he's teaching from the mornings to afternoons while you're patrolling with hawks- your "pr-partner," or "work-husband" as he'd like to call himself.

in the evenings, shouta is alone in his office grading papers while you're in meetings one after another at the hpsc's office.

late at night, shouta is on patrol while you're prepping for more paparazzi photos with hawks for your pr team to upload.

it's a never ending cycle, but nothing comes easy when your partner is in the limelight with japan's #2 hero, and even worse when all the media can talk about is your blossoming "relationship" with him.

shouta's eyes darts up from his phone once he hears the front door swing open.

there you were in the flesh, but you weren't dressed for a gala or fancy dinner. you look like you, and for some reason, it gives him a sense of relief.

"where did you end up running off to?" he drops his phone in his lap, an amused smile tugging on the corners of his lips. "without your phone?"

"walk in the park. with keigo." you shrug, kicking off your shoes

the tightness in shouta's chest returns.

"keigo, huh?" he mutters. "another stunt?"

"not really, but could be?" you casually shrug. "if anyone saw and and snapped photos, but it was just to talk about how dystopian it's all been." you breathily chuckle, hanging up your keys.

"you're telling me. i've seen my partner on my social media feed with another man more than i've seen them in person for the past month." he releases a dry laugh.

it comes out harsher than he intended. he bites his tongue in regret the second the second the sentence leaves his mouth.

you stop in your tracks and look at him. he averts your gaze by nonchalantly returning his attention to his phone, hoping you missed the tone in his voice.

"what do you mean by that?"

"it's nothing." he exhales, hoping to avoid the conversation altogether. "have you eaten yet? i can make something for you."

"i'm fine..." you mutter warily "...but are you?"

"i'm fine."

a beat a silence passes between you two as tension fills the air. your palms are suddenly sweaty as he continues to avoid your eyes, looking at every other corner in his apartment before hitting yours.

"you know, this pr thing between keigo and i has done wonders for my rankings. it's not all about him, you know?"

"well, when have you ever cared about that?" his brows furrowed for a moment. "keigo and his team are only using you for their benefit. you know that right?"

your eyes flash with hurt, and he feels his stomach drop. he knows he should apologize now and rush towards you with his arms around you, but he's hurt too.

he's hurt too.

"not everyone's content with being an underground hero, shouta." you snap back. "i like validation. i like the interviews. i like the public's attention. sue me."

shouta can't help but let out a bitter laugh.

"it's all yours, sweetheart. not like you can get it here, right? with me?"

shouta starts to get up from his spot on the couch. you hate when he gets like this. jealous. snappy. avoidant.

you never fight light this, but when you do, it lasts days. you can give him space and regularly check in, but he would rather pretend like nothing happened before talking about it.

“stop.” you block his way from entering the hallway. “seriously, what’s your problem? why are you acting like this?”

you’re chest to chest with him, and he’s breathing deeply as if he’s trying to compose himself. he still won’t look you in the eyes.

"if this is what you want, then i’m not going to stop you, okay?" he finally says. "it's just not me, and you know that."

"and i'm not saying it has to be?"

"i love you, but i can't watch and be a part of whatever this is."

you stay silent, looking into his eyes for another solution, but you could read it in his face.

this is good for you. you want this. it hurts me, but i'll let it.

shouta releases a deep sigh and pushes past you and into the bedroom. you two don't speak for the rest of the night.

[brookaboo]

Surprise visit

Shōta Aizawa x fem!Reader

Authors note: I know if I give reader a quirk it might come off as an Oc but it’s for the plot so just ignore it 

Summary: the fem!reader with a healing quirk who works at a hospital and is married to Shōta Aizawa visits the class After finishing a long shift, with Eri, whom she treats like a daughter and it’s all fun and games until mineta says something causing the class to be protective and then mineta faces his worst nightmare an angry Aizawa 

warnings: mineta being mineta, language, protective class 1-A, angry Aizawa, Eri calls reader “mama” and aizawa “papa”

The halls of the hospital were still and sterile, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air as you removed your gloves, exhaling softly. You had just finished your back-to-back shift, hours of healing Quirk-related injuries and the occasional oddity. Despite the fatigue in your bones, you felt content. You loved your job. Helping people with your healing Quirk—whether it was a broken rib or a quirk-gone-wrong malfunction—was your way of making the world a little better.

But what you loved even more than your work was your family. And today…you got off early.

You didn’t even change out of your uniform—soft pastel scrubs and your hair tied back with a few strands falling loose—before grabbing your phone and dialing Hizashi Yamada. Present Mic who had been watching Eri since offered to watch her because you had been working, and his day off lined up perfectly. The moment he heard your voice and your plan, he gave an enthusiastic “YEAHHHHH!” over the phone.

You laughed. “I’m on my way.”

By the time you reached U.A., Eri was holding your hand, skipping slightly, her other hand gripping a drawing that she was determined to give to her papa Aizawa

The front gates opened as the guards recognized you immediately, giving you a polite nod.

“Mama?” Eri tugged on your hand.

You smiled down at her. “Yeah, baby?”

She held up the drawing proudly. “Do you think Papa will cry when he sees this?”

You laughed softly, brushing her white hair back gently. “If not, I’ll poke him until he pretends to, okay?”

Eri giggled and nodded like it was the best plan she’d ever heard.

The moment you stepped into Class 1-A’s homeroom, all eyes turned toward you—and then lit up in recognition.

“Y/N-san!!” Ochaco grinned, rushing over to you with a wave.

“Miss Y/N!!” Kaminari beamed.

“Y/N!!”

Even Bakugo, in his gruff way, muttered a half-hearted, “’Bout time you showed up these extras where getting annoying” this only made you smirk at him affectionately.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, stepping inside, hand-in-hand with Eri, who was practically glowing as she bounced full of excitement to see the class“I finished my shift and thought I’d surprise the class and my husband.”

“Y/N’s here!” Mina squealed, running over as she shoved kirishima and kaminari out of her way to hug you. “Oh my gosh, how do you look this good after working all night?like I’m so jealous!”

“Girl magic,” you teased, pulling off your jacket. “And probably just a lot of caffeine and Eri’s cute face keeping me awake.”

“That’s facts,” Jirou grinned. “You seriously look like you just got back from a spa, not a hospital.”

While the girls surrounded you, gushing and chatting, the boys all came over to give Eri high-fives and ask about her drawing. You then called over Midoriya to tell him what you witnessed at the hospital and he was listening intently as you explained what you saw earlier—a patient with a quirk that caused their blood to crystallize outside his body.

“Crystallizing plasma,” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Wow, I’ve never heard of something like that—thank you, Y/N-san! I’ll look into that for my analysis notes.”

“No problem,” you smiled. “Just don’t become to obsessed like usual”

Midoriya blushed. “O-Of course not!”

“Is that my angel I hear?”

You turned—and there he was. Aizawa stood in the doorway, tired eyes warming as they landed on you and Eri.

“Papa!!” Eri squealed and ran straight into his arms.

He squared down and caught her with ease, his usually cool expression melting as he spun her around hearing her laugh and then he sat her down and she showed him her drawing.

“She drew all of you,” you said, walking over to wrap your arms around your husband from the side. “Even Bakugo. He’s growling in the corner.”

“Tch,” Bakugo huffed from the back. “She should’ve drawn me blowing something up.”

“You were,” Eri said matter-of-factly. “You were yelling too.”

“That sounds right,” Aizawa muttered, kissing your temple. “Thanks for the surprise. This is…nice.”

It was a rare moment to see him relaxed, especially in front of the class. You all spent the next thirty minutes laughing, joking, and just being a family. You played cards with the girls, teased Bakugo about being secretly sweet, and answered a few of Iida’s serious questions about healthcare and quirk safety.

And then—he ruined it.

“So like…” Mineta drawled, looking you up and down with a sleazy grin, “how is it even legal for someone with a hot body like that to be a nurse? Isn’t that a distraction to all the patients?”

Silence.

The air in the room dropped.

Dead silence.

Eri blinked up at you, confused. The girls had already shifted, forming a protective wall in front of her like it was instinctual. Sero, Kirishima, Tokoyami, and Shoji all looked absolutely furious. Midoriya’s jaw clenched.

And then…a quiet, terrifying voice from behind Mineta said:

“Mineta.”

Aizawa’s voice.

Mineta turned slowly—only to see Aizawa standing at the front of the class, scarf already uncoiling from his neck like a predator ready to strike. His eyes gleamed red.

“I think you should run,” Ojiro said, in a warning tone as he looked at Aizawa 

Panicking, Mineta turned to bolt for the door.

But standing there—blocking the only exit—was Bakugo and Todoroki, arms crossed, glaring with synchronized menace.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ dumbass?” Bakugo snarled. “You think you get to say crap like that about Y/N and run?”

“Extremely disrespectful,” Todoroki added coldly. “And in front of Eri, no less.”

Mineta stammered, stepping back.

Iida strode forward next, adjusting his glasses. “Making an inappropriate comments about any woman is unacceptable—but especially a married one, and especially in front of a child!”

Shoji extended a limb, which turned into a mouth and whispered directly in Mineta’s ear, “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Then the scarf flew forward—shwip—and Mineta was instantly restrained, dangling upside down in Aizawa’s grasp.

“Y/N,” Aizawa said without looking at you, “I’ll take out the trash. Be right back.”

But before he could go mineta looked with a pleading look over to his only friend Denki who raised his hands almost to say he is innocent as he said “You really did this to yourself, dude. I can’t even defend you.”

As Aizawa left with Mineta struggling and squirming, you chuckled, hands on your hips.

“Aizawa, honey,” you called, smirking. “Don’t be too hard on him.”

Your husband didn’t even pause. “Oh, he’ll be fine.”

The door slammed behind him.

The class broke into relieved laughter.

You returned to Eri and spent the rest of the afternoon playing with her, braiding her hair as the girls fawned over how cute the two of you were. The boys kept asking you about weird hospital stories, while Bakugo mumbled something about how you should come around more often “’cause it’s not as annoying when you’re here.”

“You love me, Bakugo,” you teased.

“Shut it, woman.”

You winked. “You’re lucky I’m not your real mom or I’d post all of your baby pictures.”

He went crimson and stormed off.

You just laughed, content, surrounded by the people who had become your second family.

And when Aizawa came back, calm again, he walked up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and whispered, “Let’s go home soon.”

You leaned back into him.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Let’s go home.”

[writeriguess]

Hi neema I was wondering If you could make a sero hanta x fem reader where their adults and meet up a few years after graduation at UA with their past classmates and their teachers, when they arrive at UA the others get shocked when they see the reader being pregnant.

Unexpected Reunion

It had been years since you last stepped foot on the UA campus. The once-familiar hallways now held a nostalgic charm, a bittersweet reminder of the past. Walking beside Sero, his hand comfortably resting on the small of your back, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"You think they'll freak out?" you asked, glancing up at your husband.

Sero snorted, grinning down at you. "Oh, definitely. Kaminari might actually short-circuit."

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. The moment you both stepped into the large common area where the reunion was taking place, all eyes were on you. A beat of silence, and then—

"HOLY SHIT!" Kaminari's voice rang out, nearly making you jump.

"You're pregnant?!" Mina shrieked, rushing toward you before stopping short, eyes wide. "Like—really, really pregnant!"

"No, Mina, I just swallowed a beach ball," you deadpanned, resting a hand on your round belly.

Bakugo, standing off to the side, scoffed. "Well, that explains why you two ghosted the last few meetups."

"Wait, wait, wait," Kirishima cut in, his grin growing. "You're telling me that Tape Face here is gonna be a dad?"

Sero threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning like a proud idiot. "Damn right I am."

Jirou blinked at you, still processing. "Okay, but how did none of us know this? When were you gonna tell us?"

You shrugged. "It wasn’t exactly a secret, just—"

"We wanted to surprise you guys in person," Sero finished smoothly.

"Surprise?!" Kaminari wheezed. "Dude, this is a shock!"

Mina practically vibrated with excitement. "Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?!"

Before you could answer, Aizawa’s familiar, tired voice interrupted.

"Can you all keep it down?" Your former teacher walked in, his usual exhaustion on full display. His gaze swept over the group before landing on you, and for the first time in forever, you swore you saw the tiniest ghost of a smile. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, Sensei," you said, feeling a little bashful.

"Yeah, thanks, teach," Sero added, rubbing the back of his neck. "Crazy, right?"

"Not that crazy," Aizawa mused. "I always figured you'd be the first to settle down."

Sero blinked. "Wait, what? Why?"

Aizawa merely shrugged. "Gut feeling."

Meanwhile, your classmates continued to buzz with excitement. Ochaco, who had finally made her way over, was practically bouncing. "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it! You guys are gonna be parents!"

"Yeah, and just wait until the baby starts shooting tape out of its wrists," Bakugo muttered, crossing his arms.

Sero gasped dramatically. "You take that back. My child will have a way cooler quirk than mine."

"Like what?"

"Like—I dunno, but something awesome!"

Laughter filled the room, warmth settling in your chest. This was exactly the kind of reunion you had hoped for—chaotic, loud, and filled with the people you had grown up with.

You smiled as Sero kissed the side of your head, his hand finding yours. "You ready for this, mama?"

You squeezed his fingers. "I think I am."