So Uhm… Ive Been Absent For So Long 🥹😀🙌

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

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

Hey y’all!! Im not gonna be posting much because i got a few busy days coming up but ill try to get a part 2 of the tsukishima x reader fics upcoming!!

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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Hoped you enjoyed!!!

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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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!!!!

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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!!