#shōta x male reader

[barbies1shots]

I love the anon that asked for height & size difference for AOT

Can we get one with (your fav) but MHA

Love your writing 💕

hi anon! ofc, and thank you so much for reading<3

this is actually gender neutral, and chubby pups accepted!

☆- exhibitionism(in the classroom), size difference, praise, established relationship, overstim, free use, featuring AIZAWA SHOUTA♡

Aizawa Shouta has never been a soft man. always stern and nonchalant. you, bringing him food during his office hours or during his lunch break always turns in the wrong direction. since he is the Underground Pro hero, always working day in day night. teaching his class in the day while fighting ruthlessly at night, he seems to have no time to himself. but he always seems to make time to fuck you inside and out..

he sat lazily in his classroom chair with his head tilted back, and you were sitting on top of him, straddling him as you shifted on his thick thighs. your knees dug into his muscles, and your hands clutched the clothing covering his upper body.

you were just trembling like a small pup. just turns out you just can't take him by yourself:( needing help from him.

you had just the tip nudged into your gummy hole and he grunted, a low sound coming from his throat and he gripped your pudgy hips. his veins bulging through his skin.

"Either you do it right, or dont do it at all."

he grunted and began to steadily push your hips down. he just kept going as your pleasure filled whines grew louder. omg, since he is just so big, it just feels like he's in your guts:<

you cry out sharply when he planted his feet flat on the ground and lifted your body weight, only to let gravity have its way and drop you back down on his lap. he bucked into you, his black hair falling over his shoulders as he groanes from the tightness- or the warmness, or even the softness of your cunt.

he shut out your cries, even when you tried to push his arms away from coming to wrap around you to jack hammer his hips into yours. he shut out your begs that he was 'too good!' or 'too big, m' cant do it anymore!'

:((

he mumbled about how good you feel, that you were just amazing to him and that you couldn't get enough. that he just wanted more and more from your spent body. dragging orgasm and orgasm from your trembling body.

the way he dragged his thick tip from the rim of your hole to punching your g-spot had literal tears cascading down your flushed cheeks. his arms wrapped around your waist, and they were just so big while he had you pinned to his sculptured chest.

lifting you up before dropping you back down to meet the buck of his hips. the round getting his chair sopping wet and his pushed down pants soaked in jucies and liquids.

Aizawa needed to get all his stress and frustration out, and he needed to use you. he just needed you.

he needed the way you cared for him, the way you were concerned over him. he needed your reassurance. he needs your mind, soul, and body.

and now, your fucked out brain, sopping hole and a drooling, dumb mess on his shoulder? what more could Aizawa Shouta ask for?

AHHHH!! Aizawa is my literal husband. thank you for the ask, anon!<3

also, i want mutals, add me guys, im not scary:(

@aizawasbarb

[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.

[boykisser4]

Tangled Souls

pairing: demon!Shōta Aizawa x male!reader, nsfw/dc so minors begone

warnings: male reader, smut, monsterfucking, biting, slight blood play, tailfucking, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, degradation, reader is a virgin but it's not central to the plot

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: your mother has always told you to be wary of the woods. Boys get lost in there, only to wind up dead, their bodies and faces twisted in pleasure and agony. you've followed that rule diligently your entire life—only to find that belief shaken when a beautiful demon appears on your doorstep in need of your help.

In the quiet town of Shibuya, nestled between the bustling neon lights and the whispering whispers of the ever-expanding urban sprawl, there was a rumor as old as the cobblestone streets themselves. It spoke of a set of ancient woods that lay just beyond the outskirts, a place where the line between reality and the supernatural grew as thin as a thread. The townsfolk had long ago learned to keep their children close and their doors locked when the moon was high, for it was said that the forest was a playground for creatures that were better left to the imagination.

You, a young man on the cusp of adulthood, had heard the stories countless times. Each time, your mother's voice grew a little more tremulous, her eyes a shade darker with fear. Yet, as you grew older, the whispers of the woods grew louder, beckoning you with secrets and promises of adventure. One evening, as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows that danced with the sway of the autumn leaves, you found yourself standing at the edge of the forest, your heart thudding a rhythm that echoed through the trees.

The demon that appeared before you was not what you had expected. He was not the monstrous creature of your nightmares, but rather a being of such ethereal beauty that it seemed as if the moon itself had taken human form. Shōta Aizawa, a man with sharp, angular features and hair as black as the abyss, emerged from the shadows with a grace that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality. His eyes, piercing and red, bore into yours with an intensity that made your knees wobble and your breath hitch in your throat.

He spoke to you, his voice a velvety caress that seemed to wrap around your very soul. "I am lost," he said, his words tinged with a hint of desperation. "Can you help me find my way?" There was something in his gaze that made you feel as if you could trust him, despite the whispers of your mother's warnings. Without a second thought, you nodded, and together you stepped into the enigmatic embrace of the woods that had called to you for so long.

The journey was a blur of moonlit paths and whispers of leaves that seemed to carry secrets of their own. Aizawa walked with purpose, his tail swishing gently behind him as if it had a mind of its own. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, as if there was an invisible thread connecting the two of you. As the night grew deeper, you began to feel a warmth building in your loins, a need that you had never experienced before. It was as if the very air was thick with a scent that called to your most primal instincts.

You stumbled upon a clearing, the light of the moon casting a silver glow upon the dewy grass. Aizawa paused, his eyes scanning the area before they settled on you, a smirk playing upon his lips. "You're brave," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine. "But I require more than just your guidance." He stepped closer, his tail curling around your leg, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "I need...companionship."

The air grew thick with tension as he reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You felt yourself lean into his touch, your body betraying your mind's attempt at rational thought. He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck, and whispered, "I can give you what you've been craving, if you let me." His teeth grazed your skin, and you felt a sharp sting followed by a pulse of exquisite pleasure that had you gasping. It was then that you realized the extent of your folly—you had entered the demon's domain, and now you were his to claim.

The smirk on Aizawa's face grew wider as he stepped closer, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the coolness of the night air. His tail slithered upwards, coiling around your waist before it dipped lower, teasing the fabric of your pants. Your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment as you felt yourself growing hard against his thigh. He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to cup your erection firmly, his claws digging into your skin just enough to make you wince.

"You're so eager," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "But before I give you what you want, you must do something for me." His grip tightened, and you whimpered, the pain adding to the confusing mix of emotions swirling within you. "You must accept me—all of me," he continued, his other hand moving to the base of his tail, revealing the swollen tip. It was then that you understood the full extent of what he was asking for—what he needed.

With a flick of his tail, he unzipped your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. The cool breeze kissed your exposed skin, making you shiver. He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he took you in his mouth, the sensation so foreign yet so intoxicating that you couldn't help but moan. His tongue danced around the head of your cock, teasing the slit before taking you deeper. You watched, entranced, as he swallowed you whole, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

The demon's tail slid between your legs, the tip probing at your entrance. You felt a moment of fear, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the all-consuming need that had taken root in your core. He pushed in gently, the sensation of his tail entering you unlike anything you had ever felt before. The pain was there, but it was muted by the sheer ecstasy that flooded your body with each thrust. His mouth never left your cock, sucking and licking as he claimed you, his tail moving in rhythm with his mouth.

The pleasure built, wave upon wave, until you could no longer hold back. You came with a cry that was part pleasure, part fear, your seed spilling into his eager mouth. Aizawa pulled back, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. "Now," he purred, his tail still buried deep inside you, "we are truly connected." He began to move again, his tail working in tandem with his mouth, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.

You felt yourself being filled, the pressure inside you growing unbearable. His tail swelled, and with one final, powerful thrust, he released his own essence deep within you. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before—a mix of pleasure and pain that left you trembling and gasping for air. As he pulled away, his tail slipped out of you with a wet sound, leaving you feeling both empty and utterly claimed.

Breathless, you looked down at him, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You are mine now," he said, his voice a dark promise. "And together, we will uncover the secrets of the night." With that, he rose to his feet, pulling you along with him. The woods seemed to close in around you, the whispers of the trees growing louder as you took your first steps into a new, darker chapter of your life.

The moon cast a cold, pale light over the clearing as Aizawa led you deeper into the woods. The sounds of the night grew more sinister, more alluring, with each step you took. You were no longer the same person who had ventured into the forest; you were now a part of it, bound to this demon in a way that transcended simple companionship.

The demon's hand was a vice around your wrist, guiding you through the underbrush with a sense of urgency that sent your heart racing. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his sharp teeth bared in a predatory smile that made your stomach twist in anticipation. You knew that there was no turning back now—you had made a deal with the creature of the night, and you would see it through to the end.

As you stumbled through the woods, the air grew thick with the scent of lust and power. It was a heady perfume that seemed to coat every leaf and branch, making your head spin. Aizawa's grip on your wrist was the only thing keeping you grounded, a reminder of the bargain you had struck.

The clearing grew wider, revealing a hidden grotto bathed in an eerie blue light. The walls were slick with moisture, and the ground beneath your feet was soft and yielding. Aizawa pushed you against one of the damp walls, his eyes burning with desire. His hand snaked down to your now-bare cock, stroking it back to life with a skill that seemed otherworldly.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "And I will take you, in every way imaginable." His tail slithered around your waist again, this time with more urgency, the tip grazing your throbbing member. "But first, you must learn to crave it."

With that, he sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. He took your cock in his mouth once more, sucking and licking with an intensity that had you bucking your hips against the cold stone. His claws dug into your thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake, but the pain only served to heighten the pleasure. His tongue flicked against your slit, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there, and you couldn't help but moan his name.

The demon's tail grew more insistent, sliding between your cheeks to press against your tight hole once again. You felt yourself opening up to him, your body betraying your fear and welcoming the intrusion. He pushed in, the feeling of fullness making your eyes roll back in your head. His movements grew faster, his mouth and tail working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of insanity.

The walls of the grotto seemed to pulse with an ancient power, the very air vibrating with it. You could feel it in your bones, a call to the darkness that now lived within you. The demon's eyes glowed brighter as he brought you closer to the edge, his tail swelling even more within you.

You came again, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. Aizawa's tail pumped into you, filling you with his essence as he swallowed down your seed. The world around you spun, colors swirling and colliding as the power of the woods claimed you fully.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, you slumped against the wall, panting and spent. Aizawa's tail slid out of you with a wet sound, leaving you feeling both violated and oddly satisfied. He stood, his own arousal evident in the bulge of his pants. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "it's time for you to truly understand what it means to be with a demon."

Without another word, he tore open his own pants, revealing his engorged cock. It was monstrous, a twisted mix of human and demonic, and it throbbed with an unnatural hunger. You stared, both terrified and fascinated by the creature before you.

He stepped closer, his claws digging into your hips as he lifted you off the ground. "You will take me," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours. "And you will scream my name as I claim you."

You had no choice but to comply, your body responding to his command even as your mind rebelled. He positioned you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and with one powerful thrust, he filled you completely. The pain was exquisite, a scream ripping from your throat as he pushed deeper, stretching you beyond what you thought possible.

His movements were relentless, his hips pistoning into you as his claws raked down your back. The demon's teeth grazed your neck, the promise of a bite that would seal your fate hanging in the air. The pleasure and pain melded together, creating a symphony of sensation that had you begging for more.

With each thrust, you felt yourself slipping further into the abyss, the boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurring. The whispers of the woods grew louder, echoing the chant of your name on Aizawa's lips.

And as he claimed you, as his teeth sank into your flesh, you felt a transformation begin. Your vision swam with the taste of iron as your blood mingled with his saliva. Your nails grew sharp, your skin prickling with the beginnings of a furious power that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath you. The demon's cock filled you to the brim, each movement sending shockwaves through your body. You could feel yourself changing, evolving into something more, something primal and dark.

The bite grew deeper, and the pain subsided, replaced by a white-hot need that consumed every part of your being. You bucked against him, desperate for more, for the release that only he could give you. His hips met yours with a ferocity that had you seeing stars, his claws digging into your skin as he held you in place. The demon's breath was hot and ragged in your ear, his voice a snarl as he whispered sweet, dark promises of eternal pleasure and power.

The ground beneath you trembled as your climax approached, the trees around you seeming to lean in closer as if to witness your fall from grace. The creature inside of you grew stronger, its hunger matching that of the demon who claimed you. Your body was no longer your own, a mere vessel for the dark desires that now ruled you.

With a final, brutal thrust, Aizawa came within you, his seed mixing with the power of the bite. You felt it, a fire spreading through your veins, setting your very soul alight. You howled, the sound echoing through the woods, a declaration of your new allegiance. The demon pulled away, his teeth releasing your skin, and you slumped in his arms, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of your transformation.

[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

[knoepfl]

Frayed Threads of Control

So I thought since we've got a villain (Shigaraki) and a student (Monoma) we either need a teacher or a hero and lucky us Aizawa is both! So here he is! I was inspired by the post of @devotion-disorder so check them out! If you want to see more characters in that room be sure to check out the Masterlist and/or write a comment or request if you want to see someone specific! I'm always open and happy to do them!^^ Anyways.... ENJOY!

Masterlist

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The room was dim and quiet, save for the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Aizawa Shouta stood motionless, his black hair a tangled mess as his tired eyes scanned the walls. Photos were pinned across every surface—your face beaming in each one. It was a familiar sight, the kind of expression you usually saved just for him.

But you weren’t alone in these pictures.

Every image showed you beside someone else. Laughing, holding hands, gazing at this stranger with the kind of warmth that Aizawa thought was his. The man’s hands rested comfortably on your waist, his arm around your shoulder. The sight of it was enough to make Aizawa’s fingers curl into fists inside the deep pockets of his jacket.

His throat felt tight, but his face remained unreadable. Years as a pro hero had taught him to suppress his emotions, to keep himself steady no matter the situation. But right now? That resolve was slipping.

Slowly. Unforgivingly.

5 Minutes in:

Aizawa stood completely still, staring at the photos with narrowed, calculating eyes. His mind churned, trying to piece together some logical explanation. This has to be a trick. A prank. You wouldn't—

His jaw clenched as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to fight off the unease rising in his chest. “What’s the point of this?” he muttered under his breath. “You wouldn’t do this to me.”

A small part of him wanted to believe this wasn’t real—that it couldn’t be real. But the images were vivid. Too vivid. And that stranger’s face lingered in his mind like a thorn, one that kept twisting deeper the longer he stared.

“Calm down,” he whispered to himself. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

But even as he said it, doubt began to creep in, its weight sinking into his bones.

1 Hour in:

The room felt too quiet. Aizawa’s arms were folded across his chest, fingers digging into his biceps as if holding himself together. His breathing remained slow and steady, but his mind was anything but calm.

He dragged a chair to the center of the room and sat down, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto the photos with an intensity that could shatter glass. His heart thumped heavily, though he kept his expression neutral—detached, even.

Why does this bother me? It shouldn’t. He was supposed to be in control, wasn’t he? Control was everything to him.

But every time he looked at those pictures, the control slipped. The sight of you smiling for someone else? It made his stomach twist in a way he wasn’t prepared for. He swallowed thickly, shifting in his seat.

Did you really let someone touch you like that?

His hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.

“No,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly. “This is fake. It has to be.”

And yet… what if it wasn’t?

3 Hours in:

The room was suffocating now, the air thick with tension and thoughts he couldn’t silence. Aizawa ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. His usual calm demeanor was unraveling, thread by thread.

He could still see your face—clear as day—in every image. He knew you better than anyone else. The way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. The way your voice softened when you whispered to him in the dead of night. And now that same softness was aimed at someone else.

His breath hitched as an unfamiliar emotion clawed at his chest—something ugly and desperate.

You were his anchor, the person who kept him grounded in a life that often felt like chaos. The idea of you being with someone else was unbearable, twisting his insides until it hurt to breathe.

“Why would you do this?” he whispered hoarsely, gripping the edge of the chair so tightly it creaked under his weight.

Rationality told him these were just photos—edited, manipulated, false. But the images kept feeding the darkest part of his mind. The part that feared losing you. The part that whispered, What if they took you away?

6+ Hours in:

By the time six hours had passed, Aizawa was no longer sitting. He stood in front of the wall, his gaze cold and distant, as if staring through the pictures rather than at them. The calm mask he usually wore had cracked, revealing something far more dangerous underneath—possessiveness born from fear and love twisted together.

His gloved hand hovered over one of the photos, fingers brushing against your image. For a moment, his touch was soft, almost tender. But then his hand curled, crumpling the picture in a fist.

“I won’t let them have you,” he whispered, voice dark with resolve.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think clearly. He wasn’t the type to lash out impulsively, no matter how much this hurt. But he wasn’t above taking control of the situation—any way he could.

If someone thought they could take you from him, they were sorely mistaken.

Aizawa pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers steady as he dialed your number. He knew you wouldn’t pick up—you were probably with them. But that didn’t matter. He would find you. And once he did, he would fix this.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

His lips curled into a grim smile. “We’ll talk soon,” he whispered. “And after that… you won’t need anyone else.”

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. His mind was already working, planning the next steps. He didn’t know if the photos were real or not, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

You were his.

And Aizawa wasn’t about to let you forget that.

The Aftermath:

When Aizawa finally found you, his expression was unreadable, as calm as ever. But the tension in his shoulders told a different story.

“You and I need to talk,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. There was no anger in his tone—just an unwavering certainty that left no room for argument.

Before you could say anything, his hand slipped around your wrist, his grip secure but not painful.

“We’ll figure this out,” he murmured, his dark eyes boring into yours. “But you’re not leaving my side. Not now. Not ever.”

There was no threat in his words—just the truth, plain and simple. You belonged with him. That was all that mattered.

And in his mind, that was exactly where you would stay.

Forever.

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[jimmywhore]

the men with a tall! dom! boyfriend. [ MHA PRO HEROES ]

Aizawa ; he loves you. and he loves how you take care of him both in and outside bed. he's a pillow prince i believe,and about the height difference,he usually prefers it when you pick him up by the waist while making out.

hawks ; he cracks the usual annoying tall people jokes like 'hows the weather up there?' and you have to shut him up by grabbing both his cheeks with your hands,in the bedroom,he loveees it when you ram roughly into him,while whispering sweet nothings to his ear. <3

Endeavour ; honestly, finding a man who's taller than him already turned him tf on 😭. he likes it when you kabedon him ( though he will never accept ) in the bedroom i like to believe that he actually likes it vanilla,but doesn't mind you being rough.

All Might ; honestly? he was shocked when he got to know that there was indeed a guy taller than him,he absolutely loveeeeees pleasing you! blowjobs? he'll give one any time anywhere. and he likes it when you go vanilla on him as well.

Present Mic ; he's a cute needly little sub,who likes giving as well as receiving,as i had mentioned in one of my previous headcannons that he's LOUD!! so be careful with him if you're trying semi-public lol.

Best Jeanist ; HE'S SO CUTE OML. He makes such cute noises in the bedroom that you'll feel bad for going rough on him! makeout with him and he's already wet.

Edgeshot ; he loves pleasing you! he adores the height difference as well,and he especially loves it when you slam him into a wall before making out with him <333

[archivedzeke]

THE CUCK ! aizawa shota

warnings ! top m! reader , dilf aizawa , nsfw , throatpie , blowjob , degrading , humiliation , dirty talk , unprotected sex , feminization terms (pussy & tits) , sir kink , cheating , cum eating , cuckhold hizashi , this shit is nasty , taunting , slapping , spit , & untouched cumming

note ! i’ll edit this some more later.

the morals of a well kept man could be broken easily when faced with the temptation of dick. someone as well kept and known to be very insensible at times , being a cheating whore.

married to his best friend hizashi yamada for almost five years , but allowing you to defile him in their shared bedroom was a new level of crazy.

“fuck hizashi! look at your husband” , you grinned and looked at the blonde whose hands were tied to the headboard of his and his husbands shared bed. his face was red with shame , pride diminished from the sight of his husband.

he’s already cum a total of two times. he’s never been pushed past three orgasms before.

aizawa’s position of no different , he was on his knees , hands behind his back as as he sucked on the thick tip of your heavy cock with a dark blush painting his pale face.

the carpet of the bedroom providing aizawa with more than enough friction to get himself off.

“he looks like he’s having a bit of trouble. my dick is a lot bigger than yours , ain’t that right shota?” , you grinned and moved your gaze from the older man on his knees to his husband on the bed. hizashi let out a pitiful groan while watching his lover , regret dimming on his brain a bit.

even so , he couldn’t help the twitch of his cock and the precum that coated his own tip. the sight was was that had his stomach contorting in pleasure. “fuck! your mouth feels so good shota!”

he let out a hum and moaned around the head. his tongue darting out to lick at the undersides of your cock , saliva and excess press leaving a shiny glow behind. he was better than he looked.

you reached up to run your fingers through his hair , false attentiveness hidden in your gaze before yanking his head back and off of your dick. aizawa let out a short noise of disappointment and pain. “n-no! please sir! give me your cock!”

hizashi’s toes curled and he moaned himself , fuck his husband looked amazing. shota has never begged for him this way , seeing him acting like a whore by the hands of someone else made him realize why it was he who suggested this.

his husbands throat was hot and wet , sucking you in like a fucking toy ready to be used. hizashi was a lucky lucky man.

“look at him hizashi! he’s such a fucking slut and i haven’t even put my cock inside his man pussy yet!” , you smacked aizawa’s face and he giggled , “open your mouth for me shota” , and he did with no hesitation.

“good boy!”, you spit in his mouth. you’ve never seen someone so stoic willing to behave this way before. it was like aizawa was a completely different man. a perfect hole to fuck around with if needed!

standing back up , you pushed your pelvis forward and moved his head along side your cock , girth sliding against his nose and mouth as he ran his tongue over the veins — eyes rolling to the back of his skull from the smell of your cock. “haah . . . mmm~ hwah”

“all you needed was some good dick to satisfy you yeah love? hubby not giving it up right hm?” , you nodded over in hizashi’s direction and aizawa’s shook his head ‘yes’ while tonguing your dick. “i know sweet thing”

you finally removed your hands and let aizawa have his way with you , you watched in certain shock as he pressed his hands against your thighs and began taking you down his throat. inch my inch , your cock had become constricted by the warm snug feeling of his throat.

“wow . . . mmm fuck! you’re just full of surprises aren’t you shota?” , hizashi panted and grunted as he came on his abdomen — chest moving up and down as his cock had become hard again within seconds. it was your turn to giggle now. “did you just cum from watching your husband deepthroat my dick hizashi”

you continued your teasing. “you’ve cum three times just from watching me fuck your husbands throat , that’s fucking sad man”

aizawa paid no mind to you teasing his lover , to busy with sucking you up like some glorified lollipop. the nasty mess falling onto the floor and coating his petty tits from how sloppy his head was. you hissed from the feeling of his nails digging into your thigh.

“n-no! nnh haah!” , hizashi shouted in discomfort.

“you’re a liar—” , your sentence was cut short once you felt aizawa’s nose pressing against your pubes , your cock finally hitting the back of his throat while what looked like hearts formed in his eyes. “I-oh god shotaa! you’re the perfect fucking ona hole for my cock. that’s all you are aren’t ya?”

hizashi’s hips wiggled on the bed and thrusted up into the air , his own length a raging red color from cumming. it hurt and the cold air wasn’t making it any better. he was sure he couldn’t.

“aww what’s the matter cuck? you can’t stop cumming from the sight of your husband being fed my cock—he’s enjoying his self”

if hizashi looked close enough he could see the living gaze you looked down at his husband with, the same look forming in man’s eyes as well. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“i’m not even moving his head hizashi! he’s just happy to have my dick down his throat”

aizawa still jelly his hands on your thighs to steady himself , your slimy cock entering and leaving his throat with every move of his head — your pubes tickling his nose every time he took you back in.

the older man never took his eyes off you once. tears brimming in his eye line and nose flaring to get some form of air. you were just that big. little sounds leaving his throat whenever they could.

he looked a fucking mess.

“i’m cumming shota! take it all like the whore you are ok?”

he somehow managed to nod his head , jaw starting to lock from the obsessive sucking. but he didn’t stop , at the mention of cum , he moved faster. he wanted nothing more than to have it.

you tossed your head back and let feral snivel. hips moving forward as your cock beat in his throat , balls throbbing and begging for release.

the first spurt of hot cum flooded aizawa’s throat and he hiccuped , tongue hot with taste of your nut. you couldn’t help but grunt with each spit , cum staring to overflow from around your cock.

you let him stay there until his nose started to run. a sick grin painting your face as you stroked aizawa’s chin. “you did so so good! you and your husband both deserve a reward yeah?”

“y-yes sir! wanna be fucked full pl-please”

he sounded so hoarse and fucked through. you loved it more than you should’ve , hand coming up to grip his jaw and turn his head in hizashi’s direction.

“you hear that yamada. he wants his pussy fucked. looks like you’re gonna be there for a while”

𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘇𝗻𝗻™

[duxearlier]

FATED LOVE

< aizawa shouta x reader >

Synopsis: After graduating u.a, y/n l/n left Japan to pursue their career in America, leaving all of their friends behind. Few years later, they finally return and the first person they see is no other than their ex-boyfriend Aizawa Shota bringing back some old feelings that they never thought would come back.

warning: Spoiler warning, swearing, yelling, bullying.

genre: Ex lovers to lovers, angst, hurt, fluff, lots of lots of hurt tho-. It does get better at the end. I promise.

taglist: open

CHAPTER FIVE || COMPLICATED FEELINGS

<chapter four || materlist || chapter six>

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[b4bydo1l]

god,, im salivating-

FORGIVENESS. — aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: 2.1k

WARNING: dirty talk (sho has the filthiest mouth ever :O), choking (brief), manhandling, slapping, face-grabbing, degradation/humiliation, semi-public sex, frottage, blowjob mention, creampie, ruined orgasm

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, cunt, pussy (even though these terms are used the readers genitals are ambiguous)

a/n: UMM I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE…….. DIALOGUE no one talks about how embarrassing it is to write this stuff outtttt my face is burning

“I just want to know why.” Aizawa says, hunched over with his hands in his pockets. You can see how tense his shoulders are, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. In the middle of Musutafu’s central police station, you sit in an uncomfortably stiff chair that digs into your thighs, the plastic all but holding you in place. It wasn’t even your fault— Okay, maybe throwing the first punch was your fault. And ignoring Shouta’s dire instructions to stay out of trouble. And maybe you deserve a slap on the wrist for instigating….But what was a broken leg to a regeneration quirk?

And maybe the whole argument-in-front-of-the-police thing wasn’t very smart either. So what, you’re a big boy. You can handle yourself, you don’t need Shouta’s saving.

“He’ll live.” Is all you say, watching Shouta’s jaw clench. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he nods once, crossing his arms over his chest. Through his black shirt, though baggy, you can see the swell of his biceps as they rest on his opposing knuckles. And because you just can’t help yourself, you grumble, “Bitch deserved it anyway.”

“Right..” He laughs, almost in disbelief, as he signs something you can’t quite make out at the reception table. Then he turns to you and grabs your arm, tightening his grip as he walks you out the station. You have the urge to run, to scramble out of his grasp and go as far as your legs will take you. To your left, a police officer looks ready to ask you more questions but he’s interrupted before he can even take an opening breath. “He’s with me, I got it handled.”

You’re fucked.

“Airheaded little boys and bars don’t mix,” He makes a passing comment, opening the passenger's seat to his car and hastily pushing you in. Usually, the casual dominance of his large, veiny hands buckling your seatbelt for you would have you swooning, raising your chin to steal a kiss on his stubbled cheek with a saccharine smile. Instead, you turn your head away, watching Shouta close the door and briskly walk to the driver’s seat, and from there he sits with bristle, moving his hair out of his handsome face. His eyes remain heavy-lidded, dark circles cascading into deep shadows around his tired eyes. “Do you—“

“I know you can’t say the same for yourself, but I handle myself just fine.” You feel quite proud of yourself for that one, crossing your arms over your chest and setting your jaw— just like you’d seen the hero do before.

“Aht, what do I always say about speaking over me?” Aizawa’s grip on your jaw tightens, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your lips together. You look much sweeter like this, quiet and anticipating as you look at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes are even darker, stone cold and unrelenting— but you can see a trickle of red light gleam through them. “Repeat it.”

“‘M’not sh’posed sh’to…” And part of you wants to ignore how the sadistic quirk of his lips upturns as you speak, but the brat in you just can’t let it go. You roll your eyes, averting your gaze as if the traffic lights are the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“Oh, so you can listen,” You just choose not to. His grip loosens as he pulls out the parking lot, driving in silence.

Save for the occasional blinker signal sound as he drives— wherever you’re going isn’t home, you’d realized after a particularly sharp turn into a vacant lot. During the drive, Aizawa seems to have collected himself, his long, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that trickled down his shoulders. Evidently, he didn’t want to drive angry, and most certainly didn’t want to punish you while angry. “Need me to pound some sense into you, baby? Knock those bratty thoughts right outta that pretty head of yours?”

A high whine threatens to escape your throat, Shouta reaching over to grab your throat and nip at your lips, trailing hot, wet kisses and bites down to your chin and throat. He seems to move your body so easily, manhandling you into the perfect position to be used, into positions that have you whining and moaning like a slut. Your legs spread across his lap, and had his seat not been lowered, you’d surely have smacked your head into the ceiling.

It’s embarrassing, all it takes is a few kisses and bites to have you rutting in his arms, desperate to blow off steam and even more desperate for him. Aizawa’s hands rest at your hips, holding you down while he grinds into you slowly, like he’s fucking you, save for the layers of clothes in the way. You click your tongue, fingers exploring the dark sea of hair framing his face. You go to pull, wrapping the locks around your fingers, but your efforts are fruitless.

“You wanna touch? That’s cute. Ask for it, I know you can use your manners, gonna ask to touch me, baby?” He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and gruff and stern. It’s completely rhetorical, he’s demanding you ask. The low purr of his voice sends shivers down your spine, instinctively you move to touch between your thighs, to feel pressure where you need it, but you can’t.

Because Shouta stops you with his stupidly large and strong hands. Because Shouta’s gaze is stern and downright scary. Because Shouta’s dick could be inches down your throat by now, had you just been a good boy, and the promise of that in the future makes you want to pause. Still, you groan, because how dare he deprive you of his dick. How dare he let you sit there, drooling for it and whiney as if that’s not evidence enough.

“You just needed some attention, didn’t you?” Aizawa purrs, unbuttoning your clingy jeans and pulling them past the swell of your ass to place a harsh smack straight across it. You jerk forward, face falling into his shoulder as he laughs at you, condescending and evil and mean. “Needed Daddy to hold your hand, whisper a few pretty words in your ears and give that greedy pussy a stern talkin’ to.”

“Don’t— don’t call it that,” You whisper, weak in the knees and your limbs feel like jello.

“Why not? That’s what it is, isn’t it? Always so ready and pretty, always aching for Daddy’s tongue, fingers.. his cock. Got a perfect pussy on my boy, don’t I? S’a perfect fit.”

His dick springs to life, through the fly of his comfortable pants and twitching against his matching black sweatshirt. Your mouth waters, watching as the brown-pink tip leaks precum, a particularly pretty vein disappearing into the head and wrapping around his shaft. You want to trace it with your tongue, drool all over it and have him force it down your throat while you cry and moan. Knowing Shouta, he’d pinch your nose and watch you struggle to breathe with a sweet smile on his face.

You can hear the faint click of the center console organizer closing, and the loud squelch of lube pouring, but you don’t expect the cool sensation of it being rubbed into your skin. It feels nice against the blazing smack from earlier, but all you can think of is how obscene you must look, whining in your Daddy’s arms while he prods at your hole and squeezes handfuls of your ass. Cool air brushes against your hole, you’re spread out for anyone to see, back arched while you push back on his fingers and moan like a whore.

“Such a greedy hole,” Shouta tuts, smacking your ass once more as a warning to get you to stop moving. You both know if he wanted to he could simply grab your hips, hold you in place and finger your brains out, but he wants you to keep your composure yourself. You said it, anyways. You can handle yourself just fine. “Gonna let me fuck this cunt stupid, baby? Stretch you out like you need it. Don’t rush.”

His fingers curl inside you, moans bubbling in your throat as your hips buck forward, your front clothed and aching. Your eyes roll back, a knot forming in your stomach as your abdomen clenches and his fingers thrust into the same sweet spot over and over and over. You mewl and cry, blabbering nonsense into his ears while he nips at your cheek, calling you a slut for liking this so much, for trying to take his fingers deeper, even once they’ve reached the final knuckle.

“Never. Fuckin’. Satisfied.” He enunciates with particularly sharp thrusts before slowly sliding his fingers out of you, feeling your hole wink around nothing, empty once again. He wipes the remaining lube on his fingers onto your face, watching as your watery eyes blink in delayed confusion. He smiles, sadistically sweet before slapping you across the cheek and pushing his fingers into your mouth, watching your lips curl into a dopey smile. Still, you’re empty.

Too empty.

“Wait.. wait.. Sho’, wan’ more.. c‘mon, give it t’me, please! I can— M’your good boy, m’a good boy..” You sob, wailing in his cock as he pushes his head against your hole. You wriggle down, watching as his strong hands tighten around your waist. He holds you there, thrusting up into your hole to use you like a fleshlight, groaning as your warmth wraps around his big dick, and kisses his tip with velvet.

You squeal, eyes scrunched closed as he raises you up and down as if you weigh nothing, an aching burn in your thighs as you struggle to push down onto his cock.

“Shut up, if they catch you taking a Pro-Hero’s dick like some whore that’s all you’ll ever be known for,” He gasps, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside you through the side-view mirror. Sticky precum holds you two together, making a particularly sloppy sound when he pulls out completely, then slams back in. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna be passed around at an agency, see how many loads you can take in that fuckin’ cunt.”

“M’sorry, Shou— M’sorry Daddy, please..!”

“You’ll take what I give you, brat,” His thrusts grow sluggish and sloppy as you crash into him and pant in his ear, tears streaming down your pretty face as every coherent thought leaves your brain. All you can muster out are jumbled pleas, toes curling as you grab his shirt— how slutty you must look while he’s still fully clothed. “You can handle yourself, right? You’ll cum on this dick with no hands, let Daddy fuck a load into you while you cum since you think you’re such a big boy.”

The knot in your abdomen tightens, your hole fluttering around his cock as Shouta moans, and you feel your body shutter as it briefly goes numb. You’re cumming, your head falls forward as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing in his lap with tiny, “Uh, uh, uh”‘s. Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock impossibly deep until you feel warmth flood your stomach, but before you can ride the high of getting your release, Shouta shoves you down at the hilt of his dick, pumping rope after rope inside you.

You want to cry, ball your hands into fists and beat at his chest because of course, you’re not allowed to cum. Of course, your orgasm is ruined and he gets to huff out satisfied breaths.

So mean.

“I know,” He sighs, breathless and tired as he slowly lifts you off his cock, hissing at the sensitivity. You let him do it, clawing at his shirt with a newfound lack of strength, whining as he catches the cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your spent hole. He squeezes your ass one last time before pulling your pants and underwear back up, buttoning your jeans as if he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you high and dry. “I’m so mean, so mean. I’ll make it up to you.”

Too fucked out to say anything, you let him situate you back in the passengers seat, watching as he buckles your seatbelt for you. Whining, you grab his wrist, letting a sleepy smile grace your lips as he kisses your cheek. You had a lot to talk about once you got home, but he’d let you sleep for now.

“Brat.” He hums, nothing but love in his voice.

[hydrangeyes]

No rest for catboy reader

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Aizawa x Male reader x Hizashi

It's so dumb I love it

Edit Nov.8.2023: I still stand by this statement

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“Pspspspsps”

“Fuck off”

“Pspspsps-”

“Aizawa Shōta I swear to god!”

“Pspspspsps”

“Pspspsppspsps”

“Not you too hiza!!”

“Come on out cat boy.”

[nastyc2nt]

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[love-me-satoru]

currently writing something .. but don’t know who to write it for.. But it’s Needy!Male x fem! reader.

warnings: Somnophilia.. All consensual. might turn rough not too sure yet 🤭

[raitonsfw]

𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

navigation: about me. m.list. taglist form. kofi.

fandoms i will write for:

bungou stray dogs.

my hero academia.

attack on titan.

jujutsu kaisen.

demon slayer.

danganronpa.

black butler.

trigun.

characters i will write for:

bsd: osamu dazai. chūya nakahara. fyodor dostoevsky. nikolai gogol. sigma. ryūnosuke akutagawa. ranpo edogawa. edgar allan poe. atsushi nakajima.

mha: tomura shigaraki. tōya todoroki (dabi). keigo takami (hawks). kai chisaki (overhaul). shōta aizawa (eraserhead). tamaki amajiki (suneater).

aot: levi ackerman. eren jaeger. hange zoë. reiner braun. armin arlert. porco galliard.

jjk: satoru gojo. suguru geto. ryōmen sukuna. chōsō kamo. yūta okkotsu. fushiguro toji. nanami kento. mahito. higuruma hiromi. kashimo hajime.

ds: obanai iguro. tengen uzui. giyū tomioka. kyōjurō rengoku. muzan kibutsuji. akaza. douma.

dr: nagito komaeda. hajime hinata. izuru kamukura. makoto naegi. junko enoshima. mikan tsumiki.

bb: sebastian michaelis. undertaker. gregory violet. edgar redmond.

t-gun: vash the stampede. millions knives. nicholas d. wolfwood.

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yes; character x fem!reader. headcanons. sfw. nsfw. threesomes. sub/dom undertones. breeding kink. mommy kink. pegging/strap ons. sex toys in general.

dark content such as aphrodisiacs, cheating, degradation, blood play, corruption kink, yandere themes.

fantasy themes (faerie, mermaid, etc) and canon plot (ie, mha; quirk. bsd; ability. jjk; technique/sukuna's true form. dr; ultimate/talent. ds; breathing styles/demon blood art.)

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maybe; omegaverse (specifically for atsushi and keigo).

general notes; hange zoë will be written afab with they/them pronouns. makoto naegi will be written as strictly submissive. junko enoshima, mikan tsumiki, & nagito komaeda i am willing to write male!reader for.

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Aziawa spoiling his house husband by worshipping him while having sex? preferably that readers botto! Also have a nice day! <3

Spoiled

Ok so I made this into a Drabble sort of thing since I’m having a lot of collage work to do right now but anyway I hope you enjoy ;}

Female aligned dni this is a x non female reader blog and minors also. Dni because this is a 18+ only blog

Spoiled that was something you undoubtedly were and Aizawa has a big part to play in that since he always insists to buy you whatever you want without even thinking of the price, even if you tell him otherwise, so it came as no shock when he bought you some accessories that you were eyeballing, however what did come as a shock is he wanted a “reward” that is how you got into the position you were in now. You were on your knees with Aizawa’s dick stuffed in your mouth “your doing so good baby~” Aizawa cooed as he watched you attempt to fit more of his member but to no avail “hng~” you groan looking up at Aizawa, trying to plea with your eyes “how can I resist those eyes” Aizawa groaned pulling his length out of your sore mouth. As soon as a sigh escaped your lips Aizawa spoke “you don’t think we are done do you?, we are only getting started get on all fours now” the man demanded, all you could think was “tonight is going to be a long night”

[toutallyahoe]

I don't should i commented on the post or not??? But uh, i would like fluffy headcanon with him. I JUST WANNA DIE FROM CUTENESS! That's it ^^. Again, love you so much! *blows a kiss aggressively*

a/n: its been awhile since i have written any bnha and also almost two years since i last touched any of content of it so sorry if i am a but clueless on some of the newer stuffs here (i just got too busy with other things i didnt manage to catch up on the plot so i gave up, sorry)

also, truly sorry if this took awhile. busy a bit and im literally wrote this while im in online class sooo, haha im going to fail again :'D

but anyways, one fluffy headcanons with the side character we all latched on to that psychology would probably say we all have daddy issues or something aizawa shōta!

hope this is alright :3

shōta loves cuddles

like, seriously

this tired mf loves cuddles and he will always, ALWAYS be the lil spoon

he doesnt know why he really likes being the lil spoon and frankly, he does not care

but the reason he finds it appealing to be the lil spoon is because he felt safe in [name]'s arms

also, hearing [name]'s heartbeat and lulling him to sleep is just great thing

like, shōta lost people he cared for in his life, a best friend in his high school made him terrified of lost and terrified to get close to people

so when he gave his heart to you, [name], hearing your heart beating and alive, it lessens shōta's anxiety and constant fearing of you flatlining

aizawa shōta is a rational kind of guy

but with you, [name], all rationality goes off the fucking window

shōta is in love with you

so fucking in love that he is fucking terrified

again, we established shōta fears lost of people he grown to love and care for

and if his [name] is a hero or atleast someone who's life is in danger on the job (e.g. firefighter, policeman, etc) please hug him when he arrives home

like, just hug him even if shōta tries to say he doesnt care about affection or whatnot

remind shōta you are there for him

just, hug him tightly please and mutter how you are still there with him and alive

anyways, gone a bit angst there sorry... lets go to some fluff again

shōta would absolutely love if his [name] would cook in the morning to prepare breakfast

actually, shōta cooks too if he wakes up earlier than you, [name]

but anyways, it just sweet and lovely to share the first meal of the day with a love one, you know?

and shōta, even grumbling that is too early in the morning as he begrudgingly sips his coffee, still enjoys it

he is happy to see you, [name] first thing in the morning

shōta is too in love with you to care if your hair has a messy looking bed head or anything

shōta would just softly smile at [name] as he either sleeps (if shōta wakes up first) or when you cook

speaking of sleep, shōta would actually wait for [name] to arrive (if you work ln late night shift) on the living room couch no matter how tired shōta is

again, shōta is afraid of you, [name], not coming back and he waits until he fallen asleep

there were times when you, [name], arrived to see shōta dozing off on the couch and immediately then groggily woke up when you carried him up to your shared bedroom

shōta would always sleepily grumble that you were late and then would doze off when you apologize and kiss his forehead

as long shōta knows [name] is alright, he'll sleep fine

another thing shōta likes besides hugs and cuddles are kisses

sure, shōta isnt fond of pda but on close doors, shōta wouldnt mind a kiss or two

forehead kisses are what shōta finds endearing

like, its innocent and sweet

when the both of you go off to work, before separating, shōta would require those kisses

a soft peck on his lips and then on his forehead even if shōta mutters that the latter kiss is a bit childish

shōta just lowkey adores it

anyways, shōta wouldnt say "i love you" a lot, especially in the start of both your relationship

shōta didnt want to get attach to you, [name]

shōta never thought that both your relationship would last this long and so, he tried to lock his heart up and built walls

but whoopsie daisy, you just had to fucking ruin it, didn't you [name]?

the first time shōta would say "i love you" to you [name] was around two months on both your relationship

it was a movie marathon the two of you did to just relax from the busy work schedule you both have

in the living room couch, lowkey cuddling and watching a random movie that suited both your interest, shōta was hit with the realization that maybe the two of you could work out

shōta just awkwardly mutter an "i love you" which absolutely surprise not only you but him aswell

with shōta be in denial and stuff, this was big thing for him and its honestly just fucking soft when shōta got a bit flustered and tried to focus on the movie while [name] soft softly smiling and looking fondly at him

like, no please stop

shōta doesnt meed more fucking reason to fall in love with you goddammit

but anyways, yeah

aizawa shōta is soft for his lover and would absolutely just be down to laze and cuddle around and sleep or watch some movies together and be domestic cute fuckers

[localspiderboy]

Hiiii, I love your account and I was wondering if I could request a Male reader x Aizawa where they are married in secret and 1A finds out... or something like that :)

Wait...You're Married?? | Aizawa x Pro Hero!Male!Reader

Requested? Yes

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Class 1-A finds out that their favorite teachers are married...

Word Count: 1013

A/n: Sorry this took me so long I took a bit of a break. Im also moving and getting ready for school so I've been busy..But I love this idea so much. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for 570 followers!

As great as Mr. Aizawa is, he very much isn't the type of person you would think would be in a relationship… no offense.

Despite the handsome face Shota doesn't seem to make for boyfriend material. He sleeps a lot, is often unmotivated, and doesn't seem all that interested in things such as dates.

So finding out that he was married was a shock, an even bigger shock to class 1-A was finding out that he was married to you. [Hero Name], a.k.a Y/N. A hero steadily climbing the top ten ranks and one of their favorite teachers.

Sorry to say it but many people would think you were out of his league if they knew you were together. Hell, even he thinks that. But all the seemingly negative qualities of Aizawa you find endearing. How your relationship came about was very interesting. But that's a story for another day.

So… here's how the students found out the news of your marriage went.

Although you sometimes come to UA to teach the students about life as a hero as a special guest speaker, the students don’t get to see you all the often. That doesn’t stop you from being one of their favorite teachers. Now today you weren’t scheduled to come into school but you came to UA to come to visit Aizawa on his lunch break.

Aizawa was sat at his desk with you on his lap, running your fingers through his hair. Now, normally you would never do this outside of your shared home but with everything going on this was the only time you’ve gotten to see him in a while. You missed your husband, plus you wanted to annoy him a bit. He would never admit it but his cheeks had the slightest tint of pink.

You both had long finished your food now and were just sitting enjoying each other’s company, having a quiet conversation. Soon you’d have to leave though, as his lunch break would be ending in five minutes. As you stood and packed up to leave, you turned around to kiss Aizawa and tell him you’d see him at home. Unfortunately, Denki, who was walking past the classroom on his way to the bathroom chose to peek in at the very moment and caught a glimpse of the kiss you two shared.

With something much more important on his mind than the bathroom he quickly rushed back to the cafeteria where his friends still were, very out of breath since he ran back. Catching up to his friends who he spotted by the door he quickly came to a halt, almost crashing in Kirishima. Before he managed out something along the lines of

“Aizawa… [Hero Name] … Kissing..” While very out of breath.

“Woah what? Denki what? Slow down, man!” Kirishima patted Denki’s back while everyone else looked at him confused.

“I saw… [Hero Name] and Aizawa Sensei kissing in his classroom.” He said slower this time and everyone was quiet for a moment before Mina was the first to speak up with an excited squeal.

“Aaaah really?! I called it! I knew they would be a cute couple.” Jumping up and down in her spot she immediately started asking for more details.

“Well we don’t know if they’re dating, it could have been a friendly kiss,” Kirishima said shyly, slightly uncomfortable with talking about his teacher’s love life.

“Oh, it was more than friendly all right.”

With all the commotion it caused more of the class to come over and the news spread around pretty quickly about what Denki saw, most people didn’t believe him. The class president had many objections to this kind of talk seeing as it really wasn't anyone’s business. Those who were excited about it really just tuned him out.

“Well let’s see if [Hero Name] is still there!” Mina excitedly ran off towards the classroom and the others followed, mostly because lunch was about to end and they had to get back anyway.

You had planned to leave before the students came but you ended up getting distracted… Luckily you were not still kissing your husband when they arrived or on his lap, instead, you were leaning against his desk talking about what he would like for dinner when he got home.

Your conversation quickly cut off as the students suddenly shuffled into the classroom. Where they were shocked to actually see you. Maybe Denki was telling the truth after all...

“[Hero Name] are you here to teach the class-” Iida started but Mina abruptly cut him off, getting straight to the point. “ARE YOU AND AIZAWA SENSEI DATING?”

The question caught you both off guard, slowly you turned to look at Aizawa before back at Mina. “What brought that question up?”

“Denki said he saw you two kissing-” She started and was interrupted by Denki. “HEY!” He was not thrilled about getting thrown under the bus especially after seeing the look Aizawa gave him when he heard what she said.

“Sooooo are youuu?” There was a giddiness in her voice, she was clearly very excited to know the answer. Seeing no way out of this, (well actually there were many ways out of this but you just wanted to mess with your husband) you confessed. “Well actually... We’re married.”

Now, this caught the whole class's attention and you could feel Aizawa stare burning holes at the back of your head.

“Wait…You’re Married?!” Multiple students asked in unison and you simply nodded with a sweet smile on your face. Turning towards your husband who you knew was probably less than happy with you you leaned down and kissed his cheek while running a hand through his hair.

“I’ve gotta go, I'll see you at home Shouta.” To others, it seemed sweet but he knew you were just bailing and leaving him with the mess you made. Quickly you left the classroom with a smirk on your face as you held in a laugh while he was stuff with some very curious and nosy students.

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