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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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*grabs Shadow’s chest fur*

*motorboats*

Aizawa x wife! Reader blurb

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

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

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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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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

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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!!