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

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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23/09/2003

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!!!!!

OMGGGG finally being able to post now! So sorry everyone. REQUEST ARE BACK OPEN

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!!

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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!

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