Im Thinking Of Making A Tsukishima X Reader Series… A Slow Burn One!

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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

My writing game has been off- so i tried to write some aizawa x UA teacher! Reader smut, its smut but its cute at the same time? Im thinking of writing for

Present mic, edgeshot, fatgum, sir nighteye and maybe others

What we think?!

MINORS DNI

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Title: “Empty Office Hours”

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Teacher!Reader

Rating: NSFW (18+)

Tags: Fluff & Smut, Office Sex, Tension Release, Soft Dom!Aizawa, Praise, Light Hair Pulling, Creampie, Aftercare

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You were just trying to grade papers. Really. That was your story and you were sticking to it.

But it was hard to focus with him in the room.

Aizawa Shouta leaned against the doorframe of the empty faculty office, arms crossed over his chest, tired eyes fixed on you like he’d already read your mind and wasn’t impressed with what he saw. He said nothing at first, only watching. Like always. That unreadable, simmering look of his that made your throat tighten.

“Need help?” he asked finally, his voice a gravel-soft whisper.

You looked up slowly from your papers, your pen frozen mid-word. “Only if you’re good at grading essays on hero ethics.”

“I’m better at watching people squirm when they’ve been pretending they don’t want something.”

Your breath hitched—barely—but he caught it. Of course he did.

“I don’t know what you mean, Aizawa,” you said, setting your pen down with a forced calm. “I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re also looking at me like you want to do something else.”

You tried to bite back the flush spreading across your cheeks, but it was too late. He was already moving—slow, deliberate steps as he closed the door behind him with a soft click. Your heart jumped. That little sound felt dangerous.

He crossed the room and leaned over your desk, bracing himself on either side of your chair. His scent—coffee and clean laundry and something just him—wrapped around you like a noose.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me in meetings?” he murmured. “How your eyes drop to my hands when I talk. How you shift in your seat like you can’t get comfortable. Like you’re trying to squeeze your thighs together without anyone noticing.”

Your breath left you in a shaky exhale. “Maybe I was hoping you’d notice.”

His eyes darkened. “Careful. I might just act on that.”

You smiled—nervous, but full of something more. “Is that a promise?”

He kissed you before you could finish that grin.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss—not at first. It was all teeth and tension, weeks of stolen glances and bitten tongues spilling out in the way his hands gripped your waist, pulling you up from your chair and into his arms like he’d been holding back for way too long. You gasped against his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as he guided you back until your hips hit the edge of the desk.

“Up,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “Desk. Now.”

You obeyed, gasping again as the cold surface met the back of your thighs. He stepped between your legs, lips trailing down your throat, hands pushing under your shirt with practiced hunger but surprising tenderness.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he muttered into your skin. “Every damn day.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair. “Then do something about it, Shouta.”

That name on your tongue made him groan, deep in his chest. One hand fumbled with your pants while the other cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head to kiss you again—softer this time. Sweeter. Like even in his hunger, he wanted you to know you were wanted. Needed.

The stretch of him inside you pulled a gasp from your lips. Your hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that made your toes curl. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, whispered your name like a prayer.

“Feel that?” he breathed. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you smile at someone else. Every time you act like this isn’t what we both want.”

Your moan answered him.

He rocked into you, pace building, one hand fisting in your hair to pull your mouth back to his. Your kiss was messy now—needy, desperate. You broke apart only to gasp his name as your legs shook around his hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And you did—shuddering in his arms as he held you through it, still moving, chasing his own release until he came with a low groan into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like he never wanted to let go.

The office was quiet afterward—just the sound of both your breathing and the rustle of clothes as he pulled your shirt down and brushed your hair out of your face. Then, gently, he kissed your forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

You smiled, dreamy and dazed. “More than okay.”

He smirked, finally—just a hint. “Good. I don’t think we’ll get any work done the rest of the day.”

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another… staff meeting.”

His chuckle was low and warm against your skin.

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Idek if this is any good

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!!

“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

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

Tsukishima x reader

Summary: I can’t make one up rn…

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Title: “Echoes of Summer” – Part 1

The wind carried the scent of saltwater and sun-warmed pavement as you stood in front of the Tsukishima family’s familiar house, a weather-worn duffel bag slung over your shoulder. Everything looked smaller now—like the years had stretched you out and shrunk the world behind you.

You hadn’t planned to come back. Not really. But when your parents decided to renovate the old house and begged you to house-sit for the summer, something inside you said yes before your brain could make excuses.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was a whisper of nostalgia. Or maybe, it was the memory of him.

Tsukishima Kei.

Your childhood best friend. The kid with glasses too big for his face and a mouth full of sarcasm that somehow made you laugh more than cry—most of the time. The last time you saw him, it was your second year of high school. You had both changed, and something broke between you that neither of you had the guts to fix.

You told yourself it didn’t matter anymore.

Until now.

You were dragging your suitcase up the narrow sidewalk when a voice, unmistakably dry and too cool for its own good, cut through the early summer air.

“…Seriously? You’re actually back?”

You turned around slowly. There he was, arms crossed, posture lazy but still tall enough to make your heart sink just a little. Tsukishima looked older, sharper—still wearing that perpetual scowl that had once hidden all his softest parts.

“Hello to you too, Kei,” you said, tossing him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He blinked. “Didn’t think you’d show your face here again.”

“Missed me that much, huh?” you teased, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t rattling like a broken metronome.

He clicked his tongue and looked away, but not before you caught the faint twitch of his lips.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Just surprised.”

You swallowed a laugh and walked past him, shoulder brushing his as you muttered, “Still rude, I see.”

“Still nosy,” he muttered back.

And just like that, it was like no time had passed at all. Except it had. And deep down, you both knew it.

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Part 2 will be coming soon!!!

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!!

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