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“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

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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Want a continuation of this chat?! Idk if this was good- I THOUGHT IT WAS

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I’m sorry fucking what- I didn’t even do shit yet

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!!!

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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!

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Just a heads up everyone that the request may be answered in a really long while ane i do apologise!!! Im very busy this holiday im so dearly sorry!!

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