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mhahaikyuus · 9 months

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Distance

a/n: thanks to the anon that requested an aizawa fic hope y’all enjoy

Tags: domestic aizawa, husband aizawa x reader, slight angst (very little dw), comfort, fluff, aizawa being in love with you, minor injury, mentions of food, sleeping, cuddling, cute flashback, black reader

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Aizawa was hesitant to open the door to your shared apartment. His eyes burned from a lack of sleep and his stubble was itchy, looking down at his hands he turned the bouquet of flowers he had picked up. He had enough problems as it is teaching class 1-A. Now he was regretting his actions for opening his mouth with unnecessary rudeness to you this morning. You didn’t say anything but he knew what he had done. The blinking back of your tears and shrinking back from his harsh words. You stayed out of his way knowing the stress was building now taking out to every one around him.

Aizawa turned the knob to the apartment opening the door. You were sitting on the floor reorganizing the kitchen. Earbuds in listening to your favorite music distracting yourself. Aizawa put down his work bag, shoes, and bouquet on the table. You were in your own world. Quietly singing to yourself your back facing him. On your hands and knees your shorts riding up giving him the perfect view.

He ran a hand over his stubble with a quiet laugh at your behavior.

“Y/n” He called out behind you making you jump. Unfortunately your head was tucked in the cabinets causing your head to slam on the hard wood. You pulled your earbud out with a small moan in pain holding your bruised skull.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were home.” You said looking up at the tall dark man rubbing your scalp.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said leaning down with a hand to help you up.

“It’s okay you know i’m clumsy.” You said pulling your hand back as you got to your feet.

“I know the kitchen is a mess, i’ll be finished soon.” You swallowed trying to gauge his mood.

He had rough days and you didn’t want to build on the irritation. You two were on completely opposite wave lengths. Aizawa was trying to figure out how to apologize. And you were trying to move from his eyeline. One trying to reach out as one pulled away.

He watched as you put a hand behind your back when usually your hands found comfort in one another. His bigger hand always intertwined in yours.

“It’s okay it’s just the kitchen.” He shrugged. You nodded but turned and quickly tried to pick up the left over casserole dishes scattered on your floor. Expecting him to tiredly lock himself in the office to grade papers or try to get some shut eye in your bedroom. You still hadn’t noticed the bouquet of flowers sitting on the table.

“Can you give me a minute. I can finish the kitchen later.” He said with a soft hand on your wrist.

“Um…okay.” You said nervously following his footsteps to sit you down.

He pulled out the kitchen chair and you sat down

“How was your day?” You asked

“Doesn’t matter,” He replied turning around to grab something and you frowned. Aizawa did not mean it that way, just trying to get the words out before something stopped him. At his clipped words you assumed Shota must have had another stressful day angering him.

He turned around holding the flowers.

“What’s this?”

“Here.” Aizawa said again giving you the flowers.

“It’s not an anniversary…or birthday?” You asked holding them genuinely confused.

“No I wanted to get you flowers just because.”

“Oh…oh! thank you this is really nice.” You gave a small smile lightly kissing him on the cheek in thanks. Your heels raised to barely brush your lips on his stubble.

You sat back in the chair and looked at the flowers. Usually a hug and smothering him with kisses was your response but you assumed it was another bad day and Shota didn’t like being smothered when he was upset.

Shota watched you his face unmoving. Not what he was expecting at all. Wanting the kisses and hugs you were always so readily to give.

“Are you okay?” He asked noticing you couldn’t really look at him. His hand rubbing your arm to comfort.

Your eyes watched his hand wrapped on your arm, before the ground again.

“Fine. Thank you for the flowers you’re very sweet.” You repeated before sliding out of the chair.

Dropping the flowers in a vase, you grabbed your earbuds and went back to work cleaning the kitchen. With Shota stressed and now lashing out at you, your interactions made you nervous. You never really could tell his mood because of his stoic face. You thought it was better to give him space until he was happy again.

Shota watched as you went back to reorganizing but the singing now gone. He went back to the bedroom to change saddened that he hadn’t done enough to fix things. After an hour you finished cleaning and Aizawa was staring at the ceiling. Like most nights sleep evading him when he was by himself.

You came into the bedroom with dinner in your hands for him.

“You didn’t eat dinner Shota.” closing the door behind you.

Aizawa dragged a hand over his face rubbing his dark prickly jaw. “Sorry darling thank you.” He said as you handed him the steaming bowl and climbed in next to him.

Usually you tug his arm to allow you underneath. Snuggling into his side falling asleep together each inch of you pressed against each other. The only way he could fall asleep. Tonight you continued your distance, nothing to complain about. But for someone so used to your clinginess it was hurting his feelings. You spent extra time in the bathroom for your routine hoping he would be asleep but knew better.

Coming back to the dim bedroom to your side. Snuggling into a pillow back towards him waiting for sleep to take you. Aizawa watched you unsure now how to fix things. After about an hour he gently moved to your side careful to not make the bed creak. His large hand wrapped around your waist. Shota’s face dug into your neck smelling your comforting scent. One of the only things in this world that could relax him into sleep. You twitched at his hair tickling you but remained asleep.

Littering your face with kisses from your cheek down to your shoulder, your tank top strap falling down. He reached to your hand pressing kisses down your arm to your ring finger.

A simple gold band he had given you a week before you both eloped. The happiest he had ever been.

On your nightstand was one of the few pictures of that day.

“I know you have a reputation to be grumpy, but can you pleaseee smile for one photo.” You asked on the ride to the courthouse hand wrapped in his as he drove the car. Arms connected over the console.

He sideeyed your pout before trying to focus on the road.

Emphasis on trying.

Shota couldn’t watch the road with you. Your pretty eyes, the makeup only focusing on your natural beauty, and your hair partly covered by the veil pulled back. Pouting at him begging him for one photo. The white dress you wore made you look angelic.

He cleared his throat, kissing your interlocked hands, "Whatever you want baby it’s your day.”

You gasped almost offended, “No, don’t say that its our day. It’s going to be our wedding and our anniversary forever. It’s not my day. Last week when you gave me a ring, that’ll be my special day. Okay?”

He scoffed almost laughing, “Are you sure?”

You knew he wasn’t just asking about which day was yours. Both of knew when you started to ramble like this it was nervousness that could make you freeze. Commitment, marriage it was terrifying to you.

You swallowed and answered honestly to the the only person you never had to lie to,

"Nope! I know I love you and you’re the only one for me… I feel like I’m going to puke but we’re together…right?” You asked before spewing every racing thought on the tip of your tongue. “Actually the question is are you sure? Because I’m messy, way too loud, super emotional, I annoy you constantly and I’m kind of crazy. Are you sure you want me as a wife? Because this is the chance to back out now I would understand.”

He could see how nervous you were your knees unable to stop bouncing.

You didn’t know a lot, but you knew forever lasted a long time and if there was one person to choose to spend it with you would always choose Shota. But doubt creeped in your mind if the feeling was mutual. Cold feet before the ceremony like any other bride.

Shota placed a hand over your knee with a thumb rubbing your skin to reassure.

“No I don’t want to back out. I want you as my beautiful wife exactly as you are. I love you. Calm down, take a breath.” he said and you took a shaky breath your eyes watching each other’s.

Shota blinked and he was back in the dark bedroom. The photo of both of you smiling at each other at your wedding still standing on your cluttered nightstand.

The shiny band on your finger matching the one he wore around his neck. Resting on his bare sternum as he leaned over you. All he wanted was to love on his pretty wife even if he knew he didn’t deserve you.

His leg coming over yours to wrap you in his embrace.

“I love you so much, putting up with me hurting your feelings.” Shota murmured his face buried in your smell.

Your husband’s large body wrapping all over you made you shuffle in your deep sleep. Turning over into his broad chest and snuggling back into him like you’ve done thousand times before.

Your hand coming up to the back of his neck touching his long soft black hair. Opening your eyes, fuzzy from the dark and now in his arms.

Pulling back, your top half trying to lean away but he had his hands and legs wrapped around you.

“You need space.” You mumbled still half asleep trying to turn over to your original position. Pushing your hands out to move you to the edge of the bed. Thinking you were the one that had encroached on him.

Feeling your own hands begin to put up distance Shota tightened his hold on you. “Stay, please.”

You paused trying to process what he was saying. It was the middle of the night so some buffering of your mental faculties was warranted, looking up at him confused, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

His face buried in your neck, steadily inhaling your smell to calm himself. You let him take his time still rubbing his nape to comfort him.

“I’ve been an asshole lately.” He said muffled pulling his head from your neck. You hummed trying to fight sleep and listen but it was a difficult task.

“I’m sorry darling.” Shota said watching your half closed eyes and plush lips smooshed into the pillow. You nodded. Being back in his arms was like taking benadryl. Immediately falling back asleep.

“I haven’t been a good partner recently and it’s been hurting you.”

Those words woke you up. Frowning at his sentence pulling yourself from the lull of sleep, “No you’re a good partner it’s just a rough patch. Stress is getting to you.” You mumbled intertwining your legs together bringing your hand down rubbing his scratchy face.

Aizawa rubbed your lower back with a large hand wrapped around you with kisses down your neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I already forgave you. I just know when i’m upset i like to be left alone.”

“If the choice is being alone or spending every moment with you. I choose happiness.” Shouta clarified wanting to make clear that you were it for him. He always reassured you even if you did not ask for it, even with a ring snug on your left hand.

“So being alone.” You answered with a laugh and he lightly pinched your waist. Coming around to your hand and kissing your ring. Reminding him that he was yours forever. As long as you would have him he would never choose to be alone again.

“Funny. Didn’t mean to wake you up, go back to sleep it’s late. You get giggly when you’re tired .” He said with his usual dark eyes filled with sleep deprivation and love at your incessant need to annoy him even when he was apologizing. Bringing you in to press a deep kiss on your lips.

“Love you.” He whispered and you nodded

“Love you.”

Shota kissed your head to sooth you back to sleep.

You nodded closing your eyes your two bodies as close as possible back in your habitual position. Soon drooling on his chest wearing his t shirt and tiny sleep shorts and a bonnet over your hair. Just the way he liked it. The only way he could go to sleep, the person he adores sinking in his arms

#mha imagines #mha #mha scenarios #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x you #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta #shouta aizawa fluff #shoto aizawa #aizawa fluff #domestic aizawa #husband aizawa #aizawa scenario #aizawa scenarios

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bkatsuki16 · 5 months

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Aizawa: this body swap quirk only lasts 24 hours. you'll just have to deal with it until the time is up

Midoriya, in Kirishima's body: this is terrible... i'm freaking out

Kirishima, in Midoriya's body: hey, don't hyperventilate dude

Todoroki, in Bakugou's body: i'm worried about you, Midoriya

Bakugou, in Todoroki's body: do NOT use MY face to say THOSE WORDS you MOTHERFUCKER

#bnha #todoroki #shoto todoroki #midoria #izuku midoriya #deku #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #katsuki #eijiro #kirishima eijirou #kirishima #body swap #shouta #aizawa shouta #Aizawa

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heythereiamsuji · 1 year

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erasermight sketches!

this pairing makes me feel so safe i can't even

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mymhameme · 1 year

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Are you really friends/lovers if you don't call each other ugly every once in a while?

#they both know they're fine af don't worry #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #shouta #hizashi #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #yamada #bnha #mha #my art

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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Bawling my eyes out, crying because I fell in love with someone that doesn't fucking exist I'm not joking

Yes shifting exists but my focus and concentration is zero percent and I'm fucking lazy

so I just go to sleep and hope I'll accidentally shift without doing anything like last time 💋

#shigaraki #tomura #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura fluff #shigaraki fic #tomura x reader #aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta

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lilacwrites1 · 8 months

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Power Dynamics (Aizawa Shouta x Female Reader NSFW)

Commission Information Kofi Membership Information

Content Warning: NSFW, Breeding, Degrading, Oral,

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?”

Shouta was fuming, staring down at his S/O, who was covered in all kinds of dirt and grime. It was supposed to be a peaceful day off for the two of them, but all hell broke loose around them after a villain attack. When they noticed what was happening, the pair had just left the bakery, picking up a small cake for after dinner that night. It was a robbery gone wrong, turned into an all-out war in the area between a group of lowly villains and heroes.

“Shou, you know I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing!”

“Yeah! And instead, you put that child and yourself in danger! You could have died. Do you not realize that?”

Shouta was pacing back and forth as the two argued in their shared apartment. Shouta couldn’t deny he was overprotective of his quirkless partner, but he had every right to be after what they did! Unfortunately, instead of going somewhere safe while Shota and the other heroes took care of the situation, she ran into the line of fire to help save a child. Being heroic is admirable, but not when it can cost your life.

“I get that I’m not as strong as you or the other heroes, but I’m not a damsel in distress, Shota! I can take care of myself!”

Shota’s eyes narrowed in response to her claim, his pacing slowing down until he stood right before her. Within a blink of an eye, she was pinned against the wall by Shota’s body, his hands holding tightly onto her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him in this position, his anger all the more evident up close.

“Fine, if you can handle yourself, push me off.”

“Shota… this isn’t funny.” She wasn’t scared or nervous at all, even with his angry gaze staring straight into her soul. Shouta would never hurt her. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind. But this blatant display of his power over her angered her yet set a warmth coursing through her body.

“Show me how you would get free… show me how you would have protected yourself against the villain from earlier.” As he spoke, his fingers ran up the sides of her body, easily grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

Shouta leaned in until his nose brushed against hers, the air between the two thick with tension.

“Show me”

She knew she was supposed to be focused on breaking free, but she couldn’t help but be distracted by how close her lover was. His husky voice and his almost bruising grip on her wrists keeping her in place were intoxicating. It all made her mind wander. Neither seemed to be backing down, holding each other’s stares until the dam finally broke between them.

Sparks flew the moment their lips met in a heated passion, the mutual anger fueling their lust. It wasn’t often they had arguments like this, but in the heat of the moment, it always dissolved into this. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, letting go of her wrists he had pinned above her head to grab at her plush hips instead. He loved how her body felt in the palms of his hands, and any chance he got, his hands were roaming her body.

When her wrists were free, she grabbed his clothes, yanking his sweater over his head. As soon as it was off, he slipped his hands under her shirt, attempting to unclasp her bra. He didn’t get the chance to take it off as she pushed him away, his back hitting the hallway wall. They had been slowly shuffling towards the bedroom in the heat of the moment. But she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Her lips were on his neck, slowly sucking and kissing at his skin as she trailed down his chest till she kneeled in front of him. She wasted no time working on unbuckling his belt, eventually tugging his pants and boxers down enough to let his cock free.

Even with how angry he was with her, Shota didn’t mind letting her take control of the situation, at least when she didn’t tease him. The way she licked at the tip of his half-hard cock, gently blowing air on it, making him shiver, made his eyes narrow as he looked down at her.

“Stop teasing”

“Make me”

She knew she had made a mistake as soon as the words left her lips. The way his eyes widened in surprise just before that shit-eating grin appeared on his lips. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand, yanking down hard enough to jerk her head up to look at him.

“Open”

He could have forced her right away, pushing his cock against her lips till she relented, or dug his fingers into her jaw until she opened up. But this way was better, having her do it of her own free will, knowing she got herself into that situation by being a brat. It was a silent battle of wills as the two stared each other down, but after a few moments, she relented, slowly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. Seeing her finally give in made him grin, admiring the view momentarily before he leaned forward, spitting into her mouth.

“Good girl.”

Before she could react, Shota shoved his cock into her open mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She was so surprised that she gagged around his length, not that Shota cared. He started face fucking her without allowing her to adjust, controlling her pace with his grip on her hair.

“Can’t be a fuckin brat with my cock in your mouth.”

She was already a mess, drool running down her chin, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the force. But the best part was the expression on her face, watching as she slowly gave in, the anger fading into something more... submissive. He loved seeing her like this. He would never get enough of it. He moved his free hand to her cheek, gently wiping one of the tears that had run down her cheek. Even as he used and abused her mouth for his pleasure, the tenderness between them was always there.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long with that sinful mouth of hers. As much as he would love to cum there, he had better plans. When he pulled her off his cock he helped her back onto her feet, his arms wrapping around her.

“Jump” His palms gripped her ass when she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on to him. “God, you are going to be the death of me,” He mumbled before kissing her again, slowly making his way toward their bedroom. He somehow managed to kick the door open, the two stumbling into the room. Shota quickly tossed her onto the bed, making quick work of yanking her clothes off.

He took a moment to stand by the edge of the bed once she was undressed, perched on the bed, waiting for him with spread legs. He couldn’t help but admire his beautiful partner in front of him, each curve of her body, every blemish and imperfection he adored. Even when she was insufferable, throwing herself out in front of a villain to protect a child and putting herself in danger, he wouldn’t stop loving her.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.”

He snorted at that comment, rolling his eyes as he climbed on the bed with her. “Talking a lot of shit for someone who just had a dick in their mouth.” She was going to fire back with another snarky comment, but Shota was already lining up with her cunt, running his cock through her folds. “This soaked just from being a good girl on your knees for me? I’m flattered.”

Before she could respond, he had already sunk his cock into her, giving her no grace period before starting to fuck her. He was brutal with his thrusts, slamming his hips into hers with enough force to knock the breath out of her. “Fuck Shota!” She was clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold on to something.

It wasn’t anger that was driving him anymore, but fear. The fear of losing the love of his life to a villain or losing her at all. He needed to be close to her and forget about everything, and that’s precisely what he did.

They couldn’t get enough of each other. The desperate need to be one was electrifying for them. Neither spoke, only muffled moans and whines echoing in the room and the sound of skin slapping together.

They both knew when the other was close to their release, her cunt getting tighter around his cock, his moans growing more frequent. The silence between the two was broken when she finally spoke up. “Come inside me... Please.” She was breathless, struggling to speak as he seemed to speed up his thrusts, bringing her right over the edge.

With a final cry of pleasure, she reached her high, Shota following shortly behind her. It washed over her in waves, her entire body trembling as the two held on to each other. She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. The tension seemed to leave both of their bodies as they rode out their highs.

Neither spoke as they lay in each other’s arms, trying to catch their breath after such explosive highs. But soon, Shota pulled her closer until she lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his arm slung around her body.

“I can’t lose you, Y/n... You’re too precious to me.” His confession was barely above a whisper, as though he was nervous to even say it. He knew the risks of becoming close to people as a hero, which was why he hadn’t had a lover in years until she came along.

He would just have to protect her from the world.

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avakaitlin21 · 2 years

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love their father-son relationship. 🥰🥰

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #aizawa #shinsou #hitoshi #shouta #mha shinso #mha aizawa #bnha shinso #bnha aizawa #mha shinso hitoshi #mha aizawa shouta #aizawa and shinso #father son relationship

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ohitsjustgen · 2 months

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Aizawa x Reader

(Reader has aged up!!!)

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He held you close, rubbing your back as you cried.

Your boyfriend had cheated on you for a "Younger" and more "Active" woman. Although you were left upset, you knew you had your best friend Aizawa to comfort you in your darkest moment. You could tell Shouta was trying to hold back a wave of "I told you so's." You wouldn't blame him though. He's been right ever since you've been in that toxic relationship. Anytime you were being mistreated, he would acknowledge that. Anytime your ex denied you of affection, he acknowledged that. But atlas, you always took your ex's side. Look where that got you.

"Y/N...it's ok I'm here for you" He whispers, as his grip tightens around your waist.

"Why, why would he do this, I gave him my all Shouta." You wiped your tears away with a overused tissue.

You stare at him awaiting an answer. As you're staring, you notice dark circles forming around his charcoal black eyes. He's been straining himself to keep you comforted. Sleepless for hours at a time.

"Because he's an ego obsessed asshole? I thought that was obvious." He rubs the arch of your back as he chuckles.

"It apparently wasn't obvious to me. How come I didn't notice?"

The man stays silent for a few seconds. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say something snarky and ruin the moment. And as selfish as it sounds...he was enjoying this. He was enjoying how vulnerable you were around him. How you let your walls topple. It took so many sleepless nights, constant vigilance, but now, he can finally reap his reward.

He pressed the side of his face onto your head, taking in your scent. A hint of vanilla and Shea butter. Your shampoo. He always loved it. The subtle sweet scents.

"I've tried so many times to tell you, but your too naïve, Y/N. It's one of the things I like about you. Shouta whispers

"What do you mean?" You ask trying to get a better understanding.

The charcoal haired man shifts, thinking of a way to simplify his statement.

"You don't look deep into a persons intentions, you just let them see what they want you to see on the surface."

"Oh."

There was silence for a moment before the man spoke again.

"But don't worry, it'll get better soon. You'll find a guy whose caring, smart, funny and best of all, overprotective."

"Someday, I'll find him. And when I do, we'll live happily ever after."

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #bnha #mha #fluff #aizawa sensei #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #shouta

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