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!!
For the amount of white rabbit simps I'm seeing here, i better see some x reader fics soon 😔🤚
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 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
Im thinking of making a tsukishima x reader series… a slow burn one!
Pick a trop!!! And whatever one wins ill do!
“For the wolf never hated the lamb however it could not betray its brothers, society has made him what he was however he could not be what he want, he knew loving the lamb was to destroy the pack”
Felt like stating a random quote i know
From a random video i saw
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!!!!
Thorac! Orc oc x fem reader!!
Fluff, slight mention of nsfw not much and btw i have reallly bad spelling please somt come after me
A/N: do not coppy of my work or re-blog it. Dont change it into a different language. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MY WRITING YOU CAN SIMPLY SCROLL! :)
Why? I ask myself that all the time, i bet they did it on purpose. Everyone fucking hates me, except him… he who lights my days up brighter than anything i’ve ever see. Although of our entiarly different species we dint care what people have to say, he may be a orc chief and im a puney human, we make things work.
He calls me his rose while hes my rock, Thorac and i have been together for 2 years, known eacother since i was 19 and im now 24. Thorac is 38, his whole village loves me. Although they hate it when thorac tries to breed me. But years ago when i was at the plump age of 19, my village had kicked me out for being a ‘witch’.
So when thorac had found me tied to a tree leading into the forest he has camw up to me asking why i was like that, “small human why are you like this?” He growled with a deep voice, “i was kicked out of my village for being a ‘witch’ i had no choice”. Si after that day when he found me hopeless and inocent he took me in as his wife.
I hope you liked that! This was not proof read- um idk if its short because i wrote it in a book first because yeah? And it takes over the page so.
Idk if i’ll do anothwr part to this but i had fun, if there are any mistakes please do let me know!!!
Eat,drink and have plenty of sleep
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!!!
Potato
16+ blogRequest WIDE OPENSo everyone knows im over 18! But this is a 16+ account xx23/09/2003 (Sister also runs this blog and she’s 15)
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