Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (yall married okay?) P in V sex, age gap (20-27 years old reader and 33-35 year old aizawa but thats just whats in my head but like up to you guys) man has a thing domestication and breeding OBVOUSLY, like cnc
A/N hey guysssss, happy to announce stuck together chap four is a quarter of the way doneeeee. just wanna feed my children snacks until the meal is served ya knowwww? I genuinely had no idea what i was gonna write about this, cause its winning on the poll. So we just gonna do like absolute minimal plot and mostly just porn for my freaks
MDNI.
You and Aizawa had been married for a hot minute,about a year now, or at least creeping up on it. You still remembered his former students, now in Class 2A, showing up for the wedding because of how much they respected him. It had been adorable to you, even if Aizawa grumbled through every greeting and congratulations. That was just him.
Today, you were busy in the kitchen, preparing pasta for your husband’s dinner. The aroma of garlic and simmering sauce filled the apartment, making the space feel like home. Just as you were stirring the sauce, the familiar beep of the key code sounded, followed by the thump of boots hitting the floor.
“Quit throwing your boots, Shouta! You’re getting mud everywhere and I hav- Are you okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, stopping mid-sentence. He looked more dishevelled than usual, hair sticking out in uneven clumps, eyes shadowed, posture slumped as if he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Bad day,” he muttered in that low, grumbled voice he always seemed to have, practically a permanent fixture. Even in his exhaustion, there was something comforting in the familiarity of it. You set down the spoon and walked over, reaching out to tug gently at his sleeve.
He pulled you into a hug, burrowing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. You tickled his back for him like he liked with the manicured nails he paid for. "what's wrong you big baby?" You cooed as you made him sway around with you a bit. "Those kids.. i swear they get worse and worse every year.." he mumbled into your neck, pressing a warm kiss to your neck.
You chuckled softly "what they do...hmm?" your hands trailed from his back to the back of his head so you could lean back to look at him comfortably. His eyes fixated on the ground like a teenage boy as you two pulled apart, he however kept his arms wrapped around your lower back “Denki overdid it, had to carry him to the nurse. Then Izuku managed to break another finger, can’t handle his own quirk. Mineta thought it’d be funny to rip Momo’s costume right at the breast area, poor girl was traumatised. And of course, I got chewed out by some parents. And that’s just the morning. I was practically going back and forth between nurses and dorms to get costume replacements. all. fucking. mornin'." he huffed, seeming tired of the day in general.
Your lips pressed into a thin line, tapping his arm to let you go so you could turn the gas off the stove so the meat sauce doesn't overcook. Returning to your husbands arm "ya hungry?" you asked as you pat his stubbled cheeked "hm.. hungry for something else"
and thats how you ended up with your back pressed to the mattress, legs apart and slung over his hips at the end of the bed as he ruts up into you with groans and huffs. He rubs your thigh for comfort and coos "good girl...you make me feel better always."
as he bottoms into you so he can lean down and kiss your neck and now tear stained cheeks. He never means to make you cry, not in the bad way. But cockdrunk tears most definitely, the way you moaned so beautifully and cried when it got to be too much always got him going.
You let out a pornographic moan when his slightly curved cock drags over particularly sensitive spot in literally the yummiest way. Way too loud considering you live with teenagers. "open up" he demands so softly it amost didn't feel like a demand, you swallow back a moan as his hips snap against yours again and open your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth "can't be too loud- ah baby... teenagers live here, you know how they are hmm?" he grins mischievously at you.
Once again his girth drags over the gummiest spot inside of you, you whine against his finger and grip at his wrist "such a good girl.." he takes his other hand from your thigh and presses down on your lower belly, pressing his cock further into your guts "you always wanna make your man feel better, good wife aren't you? G- hmmph good little wife" he coos at you between grunts and groans.
He pulls his fingers out your mouth "be quiet for a minute hun..."He murmurs as he pulls your hand from his wrist and puts it over your mouth he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, putting both hands under your hips to lift you and then quickly pulls a pillow to go under your hips. This made the angle better for him and made him able to hit that spot again.
He puts his hands back on the plush of your thighs and you let out a breathy moan behind your hand, he keeps plowing into you. The tip of his ever so pretty cock slamming into your cervix again and again, His girth stretching you out. You were so cock drunk that your mind went fuzzy and dazed. Letting out another whine as he finds the spot again and grins at the noise "shhh baby shhh" he reaches to rub your belly for you as he slams into the spot again.
again.
and again.
The grin on his face suggests he knows what he's doing "i think i'll start doing this everyday that i have a bad day, you'll take it wont you? your such a good wife"
when he called you that it just made that warm twisting in your belly worse, and made you wetter. You weren't one to be domesticated, but in the bedroom he made a housewife out of you.
he leans down to pull your hand from your mouth to give you a warm kiss.
As he starts to make-out with you, his thrusts get quicker, chasing his high. At the same your own orgasm impending. He once again purposely slammed his thick dick into your g-spot,and then does it again. That does it for you and you feel an orgasm rip through you and you moan into his mouth.
Aizawa pulls his lips away from yours to kiss at your throat, continuing his thrusts, not caring who heard anymore. You were becoming increasingly overstimulated and pressed a hand into his chest, drool dripping down your chin "s-sh-shouta ah! P-please!" You cried
"Just a lit-mmph longer.. you can do it..." he grunted, trying to speed his thrusts up as he was coming undone. With a few snaps more of his hips you felt a heap of hot, sticky cum filling your belly up. He pants into your ear, you whimper as you felt relief rush over you.
He collects himself and pulls his softening shaft out of you and tries to put himself back into his boxers.
"oh, can't let this spill out.." he murmured as he began to wipe the spunk from your thighs and stuffs it back into you.
"shoutaa" you whine as he practically fingers your already sore pussy. He hums in response, and holds his fingers covered in his own cum up to your mouth "it's either this or i put it back in her." he cooed at you, so you take the seed covered fingers into your mouth.
"good girl.. you lay here.. ill draw us a bath hm?" he kissed your nose and wiped his fingers onto your breasts.
sweetheart!shouta who ends up with you because you were cool with yamada
sweetheart!shouta who always calls you “my love” or “dear”
sweetheart!shouta who always gives you updates on his day even if it’s via text and always shares his location with you
sweetheart!shouta who still tries to come home even if it’s for an hour between patrol and teaching
sweetheart!shouta who does not play about you. anyone has anything negative to say about you he’s not afraid to fight back
sweetheart!shouta who’s heart has softened up for you even with all his trauma and scars
sweetheart!shouta who isn’t ashamed of his love; yet is simultaneously private never announcing that he’s in a relationship nor letting you pop up at UA
sweetheart!shouta who gets a nice promise ring for you
sweetheart!shouta who will do anything for you, will come over in the middle of the night to kill a bug, to help wash your hair
sweetheart!shouta who swaps that promise ring out for an engagement ring, and has a small private ceremony with you
sweetheart!shouta who’s so happy to call you his wife, to start a family with you one day having mini versions of you two running around your shared house
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it’s shovember hehe sorry if this is sloppy i’m on my ipad and ovulating :p lemme know if yall want more
HAI. I love ur mha headcanons like sososoososo much and I was wondering if you could write a reader in class 1-A that is very powerful, like more powerful than they should be at that age. Like they move almost like they trained in the military, robotic movements etc. but the reason for that is cuz they grew up with parents that forced them to train all the damn time and were abusive. And reader is very silent and “mysterious” and shit cuz of it
(Almost like todorokis past but readers parents are more rude and train them basically all the time) and if you could perhaps write all mights and aizawas reaction to reader, how robotically they fight, finding out what their parents did etc 🥹 (and if u feel comfortable them finding out that reader isn’t very kind to themselves cuz of it)
I read ur rules and I made sure to make the abuse and sh elements light but if you feel uncomfortable with it you can ofc decide to not write it in <3 love ur works and im happy to see u started to write mha as well!! have an amazing day :)
Class 1A x Powerful, Militant!Reader
Class 1A (mainly Shota Aizawa, All Might) x Powerful, Militant!Reader (platonic)
Notes: This is really choppy bcuz I wrote it in three parts over a month💔 I hope this is what you were looking for, thank you for the super awesome request🙏🙏
Word count: 1854
Warnings: Abuse, self harm? angst?
Format: Headcanons, gender neutral
• Even on the day you were born, your parents never saw you as a child
• They saw you as potential
• They saw power and legacy
• They saw the future Number One Hero
• As a baby, you didn’t have lullabies
• You had ‘small’ body exercises
• While other babies were cuddled and cradled when they cried, you were left to ‘build lung strength’
• If you stopped crying too quickly, your father would startle you to keep you crying
• Your mother would record your developments with critique
• “Grip strength below average.” “Reaction time is far too slow.”
• You learned at a very early age that comfort wasn’t coming
• When your quirk manifested, that’s when the real training began
