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Part 2 of my light x reader headcanons

Enjoy!

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8. Late-Night Conversations:

• You’re the type to ask creepy hypotheticals at 2 a.m.—like “Do you think souls get bored waiting in the afterlife?” or “If I vanished tonight, would you still dream about me?”

• Light usually gives you logical answers… but your questions stick with him—especially when he’s Kira and living in moral ambiguity.

• He low-key loves that your brain works differently. You’re unpredictable in the quietest way, and that intrigues him.

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9. Jealousy & Possessiveness:

• Light doesn’t show jealousy outwardly. He doesn’t get loud or dramatic. Instead, he’ll suddenly know everything about the guy who looked at you wrong.

• If someone gets too friendly with you, they start having strange misfortunes: rumors, detentions, being “coincidentally” excluded from things. You never know it’s him.

• When you finally ask, “You didn’t… do something to him, right?” He just gives you that perfect smile and says, “You think I’d need to?”

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10. You Disarm Him:

• You’ll say something weirdly romantic like, “You scare me sometimes… but I still think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” and it hits him harder than anything else.

• You don’t praise him constantly like others. When you do compliment him, it’s real—and that authenticity is addicting.

• You’re one of the few people he can’t fully read. That unsettles him, but it’s why he keeps you close. It’s almost like you’re a mirror, showing him what he could be… or what he’s lost.

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11. Affection Styles:

• You’re not super physically affectionate in public, which suits Light just fine. But in private? You’re clinging to his arm while rambling about creepy dream logic or your strange theories about human behavior.

• Light lets you play with his hair when he’s studying. It grounds him more than he realizes.

• He might not say “I love you” often (he’s Light), but when he does, it’s quiet and intense—like a vow.

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12. Shared Secrets:

• You once casually admitted that you knew how to lie so well it scared your parents. You thought it was just a funny anecdote.

• Light filed that away immediately. You’re more useful—and more dangerous—than he thought.

• There’s a part of him that wonders if you’d actually understand Kira. He’s almost tempted to tell you… to test the limits of your loyalty.

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13. Your Freaky Side in Full:

• You collect strange objects or write little horror vignettes in your journals. One time, Light read a page and said, “Is this about me?” You just smiled and didn’t answer.

• You talk to animals like they understand full conversations. Light caught you whispering something to a crow once, and he was genuinely unsettled for a minute.

• Sometimes your energy shifts mid-conversation—quiet to intense, sweet to unsettling—and Light’s the only person who finds it captivating instead of off-putting.

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14. His Worst Fear:

• Deep down, Light fears that you’ll find out who he really is and leave.

• Not report him. Not betray him. Just… leave him behind, quietly, without a trace. Like a ghost.

• That thought terrifies him more than L or the police. It keeps him up some nights.

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Ok! Someone said they likes my other light x reader headcanons so i wrote mooooore!!!!!

My writing game has been off- so i tried to write some aizawa x UA teacher! Reader smut, its smut but its cute at the same time? Im thinking of writing for

Present mic, edgeshot, fatgum, sir nighteye and maybe others

What we think?!

MINORS DNI

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Title: “Empty Office Hours”

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Teacher!Reader

Rating: NSFW (18+)

Tags: Fluff & Smut, Office Sex, Tension Release, Soft Dom!Aizawa, Praise, Light Hair Pulling, Creampie, Aftercare

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You were just trying to grade papers. Really. That was your story and you were sticking to it.

But it was hard to focus with him in the room.

Aizawa Shouta leaned against the doorframe of the empty faculty office, arms crossed over his chest, tired eyes fixed on you like he’d already read your mind and wasn’t impressed with what he saw. He said nothing at first, only watching. Like always. That unreadable, simmering look of his that made your throat tighten.

“Need help?” he asked finally, his voice a gravel-soft whisper.

You looked up slowly from your papers, your pen frozen mid-word. “Only if you’re good at grading essays on hero ethics.”

“I’m better at watching people squirm when they’ve been pretending they don’t want something.”

Your breath hitched—barely—but he caught it. Of course he did.

“I don’t know what you mean, Aizawa,” you said, setting your pen down with a forced calm. “I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re also looking at me like you want to do something else.”

You tried to bite back the flush spreading across your cheeks, but it was too late. He was already moving—slow, deliberate steps as he closed the door behind him with a soft click. Your heart jumped. That little sound felt dangerous.

He crossed the room and leaned over your desk, bracing himself on either side of your chair. His scent—coffee and clean laundry and something just him—wrapped around you like a noose.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me in meetings?” he murmured. “How your eyes drop to my hands when I talk. How you shift in your seat like you can’t get comfortable. Like you’re trying to squeeze your thighs together without anyone noticing.”

Your breath left you in a shaky exhale. “Maybe I was hoping you’d notice.”

His eyes darkened. “Careful. I might just act on that.”

You smiled—nervous, but full of something more. “Is that a promise?”

He kissed you before you could finish that grin.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss—not at first. It was all teeth and tension, weeks of stolen glances and bitten tongues spilling out in the way his hands gripped your waist, pulling you up from your chair and into his arms like he’d been holding back for way too long. You gasped against his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as he guided you back until your hips hit the edge of the desk.

“Up,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “Desk. Now.”

You obeyed, gasping again as the cold surface met the back of your thighs. He stepped between your legs, lips trailing down your throat, hands pushing under your shirt with practiced hunger but surprising tenderness.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he muttered into your skin. “Every damn day.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair. “Then do something about it, Shouta.”

That name on your tongue made him groan, deep in his chest. One hand fumbled with your pants while the other cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head to kiss you again—softer this time. Sweeter. Like even in his hunger, he wanted you to know you were wanted. Needed.

The stretch of him inside you pulled a gasp from your lips. Your hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that made your toes curl. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, whispered your name like a prayer.

“Feel that?” he breathed. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you smile at someone else. Every time you act like this isn’t what we both want.”

Your moan answered him.

He rocked into you, pace building, one hand fisting in your hair to pull your mouth back to his. Your kiss was messy now—needy, desperate. You broke apart only to gasp his name as your legs shook around his hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And you did—shuddering in his arms as he held you through it, still moving, chasing his own release until he came with a low groan into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like he never wanted to let go.

The office was quiet afterward—just the sound of both your breathing and the rustle of clothes as he pulled your shirt down and brushed your hair out of your face. Then, gently, he kissed your forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

You smiled, dreamy and dazed. “More than okay.”

He smirked, finally—just a hint. “Good. I don’t think we’ll get any work done the rest of the day.”

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another… staff meeting.”

His chuckle was low and warm against your skin.

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Idek if this is any good

Cute akaashi x reader fluff i wrote!! Considering i haven’t written in a while-

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Title: “Under the Same Umbrella”

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader (romantic, fluff)

Setting: Rainy afternoon, school grounds → walk home

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The first fat raindrops splattered on the pavement just as the final bell rang.

You stood beneath the overhang outside the school building, your bag hugged to your chest, lips pursed into a pout as you stared at the downpour.

Of course you’d forgotten your umbrella. The one day you didn’t check the forecast.

Around you, other students popped open umbrellas and dashed off, the sea of them thinning with every passing second. You were contemplating making a run for it when a familiar voice broke through the sound of rain.

“Did you forget yours again?” came the gentle, slightly amused voice of Akaashi Keiji.

You looked up to see him standing a few feet away, already under his navy-blue umbrella, raindrops sliding down the fabric in delicate streams. His hair was slightly tousled from the humidity, and his tie was a little loose from the long school day.

You gave a sheepish smile. “…Maybe.”

He stepped forward and extended his umbrella toward you with the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

Your eyes lit up as you quickly fell in step beside him, the both of you snug beneath the umbrella. The rain whispered around you, turning the world into a quiet blur of soft grays and earthy scents. Akaashi adjusted the umbrella slightly—without a word—to shield more of it over your head, even though that left his shoulder slightly exposed.

“You’re going to get wet,” you murmured, peeking up at him. The height difference meant you barely reached his shoulder.

He glanced down at you, eyes soft and a little teasing. “I’ll survive. You’re shorter, so you need it more.”

You lightly bumped your shoulder into his, but couldn’t stop the warmth spreading in your chest. The walk was quiet for a while, peaceful. You could hear the rhythmic tap of rain on the umbrella, the occasional splash of your shoes against wet pavement—and your heart beating a little faster.

Suddenly, Akaashi spoke again, voice quieter now. “I don’t really mind the rain. Especially like this.”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

He paused just slightly. “When I get to walk you home.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, the chill of the rain no match for the heat rising in your face. You opened your mouth to respond—but the words caught somewhere in your throat.

So instead, you just smiled, scooted a little closer to him, and let the silence speak for you.

And under that shared umbrella, surrounded by rain and soft heartbeats, everything felt just a little more magical.

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Hope you liked it! Ill try to write more!!!

Need requests!

babe wake up, Pedro literally gifted us christmas pics and we should be thankful

MINORS DNI

Hehe js gonna drop this and RUN 🏃‍♀️

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Nanami Kento was the definition of control — calm, composed, buttoned-up. But behind closed doors, with his adorable little housewife beneath him, all that restraint unraveled. He had come home late again, loosened his tie with a sigh, only to find her waiting in nothing but his shirt and that shy smile that made his blood burn. Now, with her wrists pinned above her head and her thighs trembling around his hips, he fucked her like a man possessed — deep, slow, devastating thrusts that left her breathless and begging. Every moan she gave him only pushed him harder, rougher, until all she could do was cling to him and sob his name like a prayer.

“You wanted me home, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he growled into her neck. “Now take it.”

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So bored so i wrote some random ass headcanons of light x reader :p gender not specified!

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Light Yagami x Shy, Quiet, but Weird/Freaky!Reader Headcanons

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1. First Impressions:

• Light is initially intrigued by your quiet demeanor. You don’t fawn over him like others do, which makes you stand out to him.

• You’re mysterious in a soft way, and the little odd things you say or do—like quoting horror movie lines under your breath or carrying around weird trinkets—amuse him more than he’d admit.

• He starts talking to you out of curiosity… and then keeps talking to you.

2. The Weirdness Draws Him In:

• You make random morbid jokes or seem unfazed by things that unsettle others. That subtle dark streak? He likes it.

• He sees it as a shared secret: while he hides his god complex and you hide your freaky interests, there’s an unspoken understanding between you both.

• You once said something cryptic like, “I don’t trust people who don’t enjoy thunderstorms,” and he couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.

3. The Public vs. Private Contrast:

• In public, you two are the “power couple but in stealth mode.” You’re quiet, polite, and reserved, while Light is charming and composed.

• In private, your freaky side peeks out more, and he encourages it (to a point). He finds your weirdness grounding—reminds him that someone can be odd without being dangerous, unlike himself.

• He gets a little thrill when you go from shy to bold behind closed doors—it plays into his need for control, but also feeds his curiosity.

4. How He Treats You:

• Light is protective, but subtly. He doesn’t want to draw attention. If someone makes you uncomfortable, they quietly disappear from your social circles.

• He gently coaxes you out of your shell when it benefits him, but he never pushes too far. Your quietness is convenient—he can keep his secrets close.

• If he is Kira during the relationship, he doesn’t tell you—but he watches you carefully to see if you ever figure it out. If you drop one eerie comment that makes him think you know? He’ll be both afraid and impressed.

5. Affection:

• He gives you soft, calculated affection. Light’s love is meticulous—brushing your hair back, adjusting your clothes, memorizing your little habits.

• You surprise him with your own form of affection. It might be making something for him that looks creepy but is oddly sweet, or writing him something dark and romantic.

• He sometimes catches you staring at him with that quiet intensity—and it both flatters and unnerves him.

6. Conflict & Tension:

• Light underestimates how much you notice. You pick up on small inconsistencies, though you don’t confront him—just watch.

• One day you say something like, “You’re too calm for someone who pretends to be innocent,” and it rattles him.

• You’re not dangerous to him, but he starts to feel like you’re the only one who sees through the cracks. He likes you enough not to kill you, but you make him paranoid in a way that’s thrilling.

7. The Ending…?

• If Light is Kira and you stay with him long enough, he might try to manipulate you into becoming an ally—maybe not a killer, but a quiet supporter.

• But there’s also a version of the story where you become the only person who could truly unhinge him. All it takes is one freaky truth whispered at the wrong moment… and Light realizes he doesn’t control everything.

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So bored so i did this!!

Hihi! I am a new follower of yours who's recently found out abt u :33 i think your writing is very scrumptious and beautiful- and if you don't mind, i would love to request an aizawa x gn!reader fluff? Where the reader is like super bizarre and energetic (basically pinkie pie coded) while aizawa is.. Aizawa. If you aren't really fond with this request, then please ignore it! But if you're suprisingly accepting it, then please take your time since having motivation is really hard. Have a great day and remember to eat/drink water ;)

Omg tysm!! Dont EVER worry about an ask being uncomfortable or unliked! I love ALL asks! And ty for the compliments! I hope you enjoy my account! ONTO THE STORY

Summary: ur a bloody nut job but aizawa loves you

Aizawa x gn! Pinky pie codded! Reader

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Tittle: The Human Tornado and the Cat Dad

Aizawa didn’t mean to fall asleep on the common room couch. Again.

But to be fair, he’d been up for nearly 48 hours. The combination of grading papers, chasing after unruly students, and an incident involving Mineta, the vending machine, and five rolls of duct tape had been enough to break even him.

So there he was—blanket half on the floor, scarf twisted around his leg, hair doing a pretty solid impersonation of a tumbleweed—when you entered the room like a caffeine-fueled hurricane.

“SHOUTA!” you shrieked like a banshee, bursting in with a foam sword and a crown made of plastic forks. “WE HAVE TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!”

He cracked one eye open. “Why.”

“There’s a festival downtown and they have corndogs the size of my HEAD and a guy dressed as a giant shrimp is doing backflips and I bought you a tiny top hat for the cats and—”

A long, groggy groan escaped him. “Why are you like this.”

You leapt over the couch and landed beside him with the grace of a startled squirrel, immediately tangling yourself in the same blanket. “Because I love life, and chaos, and cats, and you. Not necessarily in that order.”

He stared at you, utterly deadpan. “That’s horrifying.”

“That’s romance,” you corrected, booping his nose.

He blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, in a rare moment of pure surrender, he let his head fall into your lap.

“…Five minutes,” he mumbled, already halfway back to unconsciousness. “Then we’ll go see the shrimp man.”

You beamed. “Deal! But I’m dressing you like a wizard.”

Aizawa didn’t even argue.

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LOVER THIS HOLY CRAPS

Hoped you enjoyed!!!

Hii I only discovered you recently but I'm in awe of your writing skills. Can i please request sick reader getting taken care of by Aizawa.

Ofc my minion!! I hope you enjoy this! And ty for loving my writing ✍️ onto the story!

Summary; aizawa takes care of sick reader

Warning; not much, talk of a cold

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Title: Blankets and Eye Drops

It started with a tickle in your throat. Nothing major—just a scratchy feeling you waved off with a sip of tea and a mental note to get more rest. But by the next morning, it hit you like a train. Stuffy nose, pounding head, and a body that refused to move.

Wrapped in three blankets and still shivering, you barely registered the sound of keys in the lock until the door creaked open.

“(Y/N)?” Aizawa’s voice drifted through the apartment, soft and rough in that familiar way that usually made your heart flutter. Today, it just made you groan.

“I’m dying,” you croaked from the couch.

He appeared in the doorway, hair tied back in a loose bun, scarf looped casually around his neck. His eyes swept over you—your red nose, the mountain of tissues, the lopsided mug on the coffee table.

“You’ve got a cold,” he deadpanned, though the crease in his brow betrayed his concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it’d go away…” you sniffled, voice thick. “Then it didn’t.”

With a sigh, he dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room, kneeling beside the couch. One rough hand pressed gently to your forehead, and you leaned into the warmth instinctively.

“You’re burning up,” he muttered, thumb brushing your cheek. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought you medicine.”

“You’re busy—”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

The words made your chest ache in a different way. You sniffled again, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and he gave you that unimpressed look that meant stop being stubborn.

“I’ll make you some real tea,” he said, standing and heading toward the kitchen. “And soup. You need fluids and rest.”

You watched him shuffle around in his cozy home clothes, clearly more used to patching up bleeding heroes than sniffling sick partners. But still—he moved with quiet care, boiling water, rummaging through cupboards, even warming up the blanket in the dryer before tucking it back around you.

Soon, you were surrounded by the scent of miso soup and green tea, your body melting into the heat and your heart fluttering as Aizawa perched on the arm of the couch, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“You look like a swamp goblin,” he said affectionately, his lips tugging into the ghost of a smirk.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re still cute, though.”

You smiled, eyes slipping closed as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “Sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be right here.”

And with his hand in yours and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside you, the pounding in your head seemed to dull, just a little.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I loved writing this!!!!!! Ugh such a cute request

I am back at writing!!! Please send send SEND THOSE REQUESTS IN

Hey y’all!! Im not gonna be posting much because i got a few busy days coming up but ill try to get a part 2 of the tsukishima x reader fics upcoming!!

Tsukishima x reader

Summary: I can’t make one up rn…

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Title: “Echoes of Summer” – Part 1

The wind carried the scent of saltwater and sun-warmed pavement as you stood in front of the Tsukishima family’s familiar house, a weather-worn duffel bag slung over your shoulder. Everything looked smaller now—like the years had stretched you out and shrunk the world behind you.

You hadn’t planned to come back. Not really. But when your parents decided to renovate the old house and begged you to house-sit for the summer, something inside you said yes before your brain could make excuses.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was a whisper of nostalgia. Or maybe, it was the memory of him.

Tsukishima Kei.

Your childhood best friend. The kid with glasses too big for his face and a mouth full of sarcasm that somehow made you laugh more than cry—most of the time. The last time you saw him, it was your second year of high school. You had both changed, and something broke between you that neither of you had the guts to fix.

You told yourself it didn’t matter anymore.

Until now.

You were dragging your suitcase up the narrow sidewalk when a voice, unmistakably dry and too cool for its own good, cut through the early summer air.

“…Seriously? You’re actually back?”

You turned around slowly. There he was, arms crossed, posture lazy but still tall enough to make your heart sink just a little. Tsukishima looked older, sharper—still wearing that perpetual scowl that had once hidden all his softest parts.

“Hello to you too, Kei,” you said, tossing him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He blinked. “Didn’t think you’d show your face here again.”

“Missed me that much, huh?” you teased, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t rattling like a broken metronome.

He clicked his tongue and looked away, but not before you caught the faint twitch of his lips.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Just surprised.”

You swallowed a laugh and walked past him, shoulder brushing his as you muttered, “Still rude, I see.”

“Still nosy,” he muttered back.

And just like that, it was like no time had passed at all. Except it had. And deep down, you both knew it.

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Part 2 will be coming soon!!!

Since it’s going to be a old childhood friend’s fanfic! How many chapters will there be?!

Im thinking of making a tsukishima x reader series… a slow burn one!

Pick a trop!!! And whatever one wins ill do!

Ugh. Did this on my laptop. 💻 im kinda obsessed with him rnnnn

a small tsukishima x reader blurb

tsukishima x fem!reader – “annoyingly in love”

You’re convinced Kei Tsukishima is allergic to affection.

He says he’s “just not the type,” with that same bored expression he always wears—half-lidded eyes behind his glasses, lips drawn in a line that doesn’t quite hide the smirk trying to break through. You roll your eyes at him at least twice a day, and he rolls his right back, like it’s his full-time job.

Still, you catch him doing things. Annoying things. Like holding his umbrella slightly more your way when it’s raining. Like giving you the last bite of his strawberry shortcake, even though he always pretends not to like sweets. Like pulling you closer by the sleeve of your hoodie when you’re walking home and a car gets a little too close.

“You’re kind of sweet, y’know,” you say one day, poking his cheek.

He glares at you. “Take that back.”

“But it’s true.”

“I’m not sweet.”

“You’re literally blushing.”

“I’m literally cold. Shut up.”

You grin and loop your arm through his anyway, because he’ll complain, but he won’t let go. He never does.

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what'd yall think?!?! i might be obsessed with him rn... EXCPECT MOREEEE

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Summary: after a beautiful night, aizawa and his wife(you) shower in the afterglow together

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Title: “Cool Sheets, Warm Hearts”

Setting: Post-shower, post-rounds, shared bed

Vibes: Aftercare, sleepy affection, fluff with a little spice glow

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The water had long since turned lukewarm, but neither of you noticed—not until Aizawa finally reached up and turned the shower off with a soft grunt. The silence that followed was thick and comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of your quiet breathing and the drip-drip-drip of water from his hair as he helped you step out.

He wrapped you in a towel first, then one around himself, but his eyes never left your face.

No teasing. No biting smirks. Just that rare, unguarded softness he only ever gave you—like he was still reeling from the way you’d said his name, the way you fell apart for him, trusted him to break you down and hold you after.

He dried you off with gentle hands, the pads of his fingers grazing the bruises and bites he’d left behind like he was apologizing for every one… even though he knew you wore them like a badge.

When you both collapsed into bed, your bodies freshly clean but still radiating heat, the sheets felt cool and smooth against your skin. Aizawa pulled you close immediately, your head tucked under his chin, his thigh sliding between yours like he needed to feel every inch of you against him.

His heart was still pounding—slower now, but steady. Grounding.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing a hand over your lower back, fingers tracing slow circles there. “Not too much?”

You smiled sleepily against his chest. “I’m perfect.”

He exhaled—half relief, half exhaustion—and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You wreck me, you know that?”

“You’ve got it backwards,” you mumbled. “I’m the one who can’t feel her legs.”

That earned a quiet laugh, low and warm in his throat. “I’ll carry you to the kitchen tomorrow.”

“You mean crawl. We both know you’re gonna feel it in your hips, old man.”

He pinched your thigh lightly, and you yelped, giggling as he settled against you again.

The room was dark except for the faint city glow leaking in through the blinds. His hand never stopped moving—stroking your back, your arm, over your hip. Reassuring. Present.

“You were amazing tonight,” he murmured suddenly, voice husky from wear and sleep. “You always are. But tonight… fuck.”

Your breath caught, and your chest tightened in that sweet, aching way only he could cause.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he replied, that tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. “I love you too.”

He kissed your forehead once, then again, longer this time, like he didn’t want to stop.

Eventually, your breathing slowed, and your limbs tangled completely under the sheets—your leg over his hip, his arm under your neck, bodies too hot for blankets but too wrapped up in each other to care.

Sleep came like a wave—quiet and safe.

Wrapped in love, warmth, and the hum of skin still buzzing from everything you shared.

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This is a finish of the 2 Aizawa stories i did!! A nice comfy night!

Request are open A a reminder! Look at my pinned post to see! Idk how to make a masterlist yet…. Srrt yall im bad with this shit

hey guys!!! this is my second account! i ramble, do reqests!

Yes follow!!

Pls follow my backup account y’all!! @monro3-rambles its basically the same as this account but its on my laptop:3

hii i just wanted to let you know how much i loved your 2 aizawa fics!!! they were so hot, carnal, and to dieeeee for!! the way you wrote him so possessive and yet romantic was amazing! the way he loved to just be all up on reader like exactly that man doesn’t know personal space lol!! and not just him too! the smut was well written and sooooo hot definitely one of my favorites i was literally curling my toes!! also i love whenever he’s married to the reader lol personally he’s such a marriage type of guy so giving him a lil wife to make love to is perfect! 🩷 i don’t have a specific request but if you want to write more sexy and possessive aizawa/his wifey i would eat it up!

Omg tysm!!! Im definitely gonna write more if him 😉 im glad you liked it, i feel like i made him come to life!

More coming soon! Eat, eat it up!!!!

Summary: aizawa takes you in the shower!

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Title: “Rinsed in Sin”

Setting: After round one — bathroom, 1:12 AM.

Pairing: Aizawa x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Very explicit content (MDNI), married intimacy, rough sex, oral (f. receiving), praise & possessive language, shower sex, overstimulation.

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The water steamed around you in the dim light of the bathroom, droplets trailing down your already flushed skin. You leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to catch your breath—legs still weak from how Aizawa had wrecked you over the kitchen counter not even thirty minutes ago.

You thought he’d just joined you in the shower to clean up.

But you should’ve known better.

Aizawa didn’t clean.

He claimed.

You felt it first in the way his arms caged you against the wall, one palm pressed just beside your head, the other sliding possessively down your spine to cup your ass. He was already hard again—pressing against your lower back, twitching with need.

“You didn’t think I was done with you,” he said lowly, voice gravel-soft and dangerous in your ear. His breath was hot even with the spray of the shower misting around you. “Not after the way you fell apart on my tongue.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came. His fingers slid between your thighs again, lazily rubbing you like he owned your pleasure—like your body was still his playground.

“You’re soaked again,” he murmured, and you could feel the smile in his voice. “Sweetheart, you never learn.”

You whimpered, hips rocking against his hand.

“Turn around.”

You obeyed without hesitation, face and chest pressing into the tile, arms braced beside your head. He stepped closer behind you, the heat of him searing even through the steam. His cock pressed between your ass cheeks, hard and pulsing.

He bent slightly, dragging his lips along your shoulder. “You gonna take me like this?” he asked. “So wet, so fucked-out, you’ll let me stretch you open again?”

You nodded frantically, words failing you.

He growled.

And then he slid inside.

The stretch was brutal—your walls already sensitive and swollen from the first round. You cried out, forehead pressing into the tile as he bottomed out with a deep, drawn-out groan, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’d have finger-shaped bruises by morning.

“Fuck—always so tight,” he muttered, thrusting slow, deep. “Greedy little pussy’s still sucking me in.”

The water pounded around you as he began to move—hips snapping forward, skin slapping against yours in a slick, sinful rhythm. The steam curled around your bodies like a spell, fogging up the glass, muffling the guttural sounds of his pleasure.

One of his hands slid up, wrapping lightly around your throat—not tight, just enough to make you arch, to own you even deeper. “You like this?” he whispered, voice rough. “My cock in you again, while the water’s running—while you’re so fucked out you can barely stand?”

You whimpered, and he rewarded you with a brutal thrust that had you gasping.

“Use your words,” he growled. “Tell me.”

“Yes—yes, I fucking love it—Shota, please—don’t stop—”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted. “Always begging for more.”

His fingers dropped to your clit again, rubbing tight, fast circles as he pounded into you harder—relentless, merciless, like he needed to make you come again just to feel you clamp down around him, to feel you shake and cry his name.

And you did.

Your orgasm hit like fire—hot and overwhelming, a scream ripped from your throat as your legs trembled and your walls fluttered around his cock. He fucked you through it, groaning, chasing his own high.

When he came, it was with a deep, guttural growl—your name on his lips, hips jerking, hands digging into your waist as he spilled into you.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the rush of the water, your ragged breathing, and the occasional hiss of skin against tile.

Then he wrapped both arms around you, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the back of your ear.

“Round three?” he murmured.

You laughed breathlessly, head dropping back against him.

“If I’m not walking tomorrow, it’s your fault.”

He smirked against your skin. “Then I’m doing something right.”

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Oh boy was this a doozy!!

Hope you’s enjoyed this as much as i did!!

Hey y’all idk if my request box is working. Can someone send in like a ‘hi’ or smt😭

Aizawa x wife! Reader blurb

Summary; after a heated night of… love *wink wink*

Note: This will be explicit and intended for mature readers.

MINORS DNI

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Title: “Midnight Heat”

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Wife!Reader

Setting: Shared apartment, kitchen — post-midnight.

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The clock above the stove blinked 12:43 AM in dim red digits, casting a soft glow over the otherwise dark kitchen. Rain tapped quietly against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that matched the subtle hum of the fridge. The air smelled faintly of leftover tea and warm spices—remnants of a dinner long since cleared.

You stood at the counter, clad only in one of Aizawa’s worn, loose black shirts, the hem barely brushing the tops of your thighs. Your skin was still warm from the shared bed, hair mussed, lips kissed raw from earlier affection that had somehow simmered into this brief pause—for water, for breath, for space.

You hadn’t expected him to follow you in.

But you felt him before you saw him.

The creak of the floorboard by the hallway. The rustle of his low voice as he muttered something unintelligible under his breath. And then the slow, deliberate press of his chest against your back as his arms slid around your waist, the coarse heat of his hands warm against your belly, fingers spreading possessively.

“You trying to tempt me,” he murmured against your neck, lips brushing just beneath your ear, “or just forgot to put on pants?”

You tilted your head slightly, letting him nuzzle into your skin. “You left me too sore for pants.”

A low, gravelly chuckle rumbled in his chest. He kissed your shoulder slowly, like he was tasting the sweat he’d already claimed earlier, tongue grazing that sensitive spot just above your collarbone. His stubble scratched against your skin in the way that always made your knees threaten to buckle.

“You think I’m finished with you tonight?” His voice was a threadbare whisper—low, hoarse, wrecked with desire and something deeper. You didn’t have to look to know the hunger in his eyes. You felt it in the way his hands slid lower, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, cupping your hips, thumbs pressing dangerously close to where you were already beginning to throb.

“Shota…” you breathed, back arching slightly as his fingers dipped just between your thighs, ghosting over the thin cotton of your panties. The fabric was soaked. He groaned quietly, almost reverently.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Barely touched you and you’re already dripping.”

He spun you slowly, pressing you back against the counter with his body. His hair was messy, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, half-lidded and predatory as he looked you up and down like a man starving. His hands didn’t stop roaming—gripping your ass, sliding up your sides, tugging at the fabric until it bunched at your ribs.

You reached up, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging hard. He growled, catching your mouth in a searing kiss—wet, rough, teeth clashing. His tongue claimed yours like he hadn’t already memorized the taste of your moans.

He hoisted you onto the counter with one swift motion, fingers dragging down your panties and tossing them somewhere behind him. He sank to his knees without a word, spreading your thighs open, eyes locked with yours as he kissed up your inner thigh—slow, teasing, torturous.

Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, relentless.

You gasped, head falling back against the cabinet, fingers gripping his hair tight. He licked and sucked like a man obsessed, groaning against you as your hips bucked toward his face. His tongue flattened and dragged over your clit in slow, lazy strokes, then flicked with expert precision until your thighs trembled around his head.

“Sh-Shota—fuck—please—” your voice broke as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pinning you in place. You could feel him rutting against your calf, already hard and desperate.

He pulled back just enough to say, “Let me taste you come first, then I’ll fuck you so hard this counter cracks in half.”

And you did—with a cry muffled by the back of your hand, legs quivering around his shoulders, thighs sticky and slick as he held you through the wave, his mouth softening, kissing gently now, reverently.

When he stood, his mouth was glistening, pupils blown wide, expression dark and primal. He reached down, yanked his sweats just low enough to free himself, and lined up without a word.

The head of his cock dragged against your entrance—slow, thick, torturous.

Then he thrust in deep.

You choked on a moan, arms wrapping around his neck as he began to fuck you slow and deep—every roll of his hips deliberate, controlled, overwhelming. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the kitchen, mingled with rain, breath, the soft clink of a mug you accidentally knocked over as he rocked into you harder.

He gritted his teeth, burying his face in your neck.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. “This—every part of you—mine.”

You whimpered in response, nails dragging down his back, legs tightening around his hips.

And he didn’t stop.

Not until your voice was hoarse, your thighs were shaking, and your name was torn from his lips like a promise—laced with love, hunger, and the kind of desperate devotion only Aizawa could express without ever needing to say it aloud.

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A little bokuto blurb i made out of pure bordem

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The rink was quiet, except for the soft scrape of your skates carving patterns into the ice. You spun once, twice, then landed clean—heart pounding, adrenaline humming. From the stands, a loud “YEAH, THAT’S MY GIRL!” echoed like a cannon blast, followed by rapid clapping and a very enthusiastic wolf whistle.

You skidded to a stop and looked up. There he was—Bokuto Koutarou, perched on the edge of the barrier like an overexcited golden retriever in a varsity jacket, his black and white hair slightly mussed from running all the way to the rink.

“I’ve literally never seen anything cooler in my life,” he said, eyes sparkling. “You just—whoosh!—and then—bam! You’re amazing, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed but smiling. “You said that last time.”

“And I meant it every time.”

He hopped down and met you at the edge of the ice, holding out your favorite post-practice drink with one hand, the other sneaking around your waist.

“Okay, now your turn to be impressed. I made a new playlist for your next routine. It’s chaotic, dramatic, possibly cursed—just like us.”

You snorted. “Does it have that creepy violin dubstep remix you found at 2 a.m.?”

“Obviously. It’s the vibe.”

You leaned into him, forehead resting on his chest, his heartbeat racing like yours. He didn’t care that you had ADD and forgot your water bottle again. Or that you couldn’t focus in loud places. Or that you had a dark aesthetic one day and glitter on your eyelids the next. To him, you were all of it—bright, dark, loud, quiet—and he loved every part.

“I’m your biggest fan,” he whispered. “No matter what.”

And somehow, in the noise of the world, he always made you feel like the main character.

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So you are basically a figure skater whos a lil bit emo!! 🖤 just to help me with this i based it off of me and some of my friends!!

Hope you enjoyed!

So i had chat gpt to make me a mha oc cs 1.cant draw and 2. My sisters friend broke har hand… (idk y she looks like a different art style)

A little about my oc!!

Shes 5’7!

Her quirk is omnipotence! (Basically unlimited powers)

She’s denkis half sister!

Or more his adopted sister!

Shes a year older than denki

She is a first year, js one year older but behind his b day month (july 2)

Every time she uses her quirk she gets bad migraines and full body pain, sometimes scars

Her fave food is apples and carbonara pasta

Sometimes a dark side to her quirk comes out and she freezes up like a panic attack and will try not to let this ‘demon’ out!

She’s a little bit of a freak and a wierdo

One time she threw mineta through a wall cs he was pervimg on her and the other girls

And yes her and izuku r dating!

I dont have much for her!!!

Hopefully y’all like her!

My sister sent me this…..

SHE SET UP A PROJECTOR IN HER ROOM…..

Omg @dee-writes-anime you NEED TO WRITE AN IMAGIN ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS BAHAHAHAHA

For the amount of white rabbit simps I'm seeing here, i better see some x reader fics soon 😔🤚

every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

Some art my sister’s friend did for me :3 its of my mha oc :D

Idk which one i like more!

Who do you guys like more?

So uhm… ive been absent for so long 🥹😀🙌

Not posting anything really… yk

Busy with life and reading and work

I miiiight post some short stories that ive got going on