It Flows Through My Veins

Part 2 of my light x reader headcanons

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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!!!!!

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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

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!!

How did i only js find this out?

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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!!

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

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