Cute Akaashi X Reader Fluff I Wrote!! Considering I Haven’t Written In A While-

Hii I only discovered you recently but I'm in awe of your writing skills. Can i please request sick reader getting taken care of by Aizawa.

Ofc my minion!! I hope you enjoy this! And ty for loving my writing ✍️ onto the story!

Summary; aizawa takes care of sick reader

Warning; not much, talk of a cold

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Title: Blankets and Eye Drops

It started with a tickle in your throat. Nothing major—just a scratchy feeling you waved off with a sip of tea and a mental note to get more rest. But by the next morning, it hit you like a train. Stuffy nose, pounding head, and a body that refused to move.

Wrapped in three blankets and still shivering, you barely registered the sound of keys in the lock until the door creaked open.

“(Y/N)?” Aizawa’s voice drifted through the apartment, soft and rough in that familiar way that usually made your heart flutter. Today, it just made you groan.

“I’m dying,” you croaked from the couch.

He appeared in the doorway, hair tied back in a loose bun, scarf looped casually around his neck. His eyes swept over you—your red nose, the mountain of tissues, the lopsided mug on the coffee table.

“You’ve got a cold,” he deadpanned, though the crease in his brow betrayed his concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it’d go away…” you sniffled, voice thick. “Then it didn’t.”

With a sigh, he dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room, kneeling beside the couch. One rough hand pressed gently to your forehead, and you leaned into the warmth instinctively.

“You’re burning up,” he muttered, thumb brushing your cheek. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought you medicine.”

“You’re busy—”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

The words made your chest ache in a different way. You sniffled again, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and he gave you that unimpressed look that meant stop being stubborn.

“I’ll make you some real tea,” he said, standing and heading toward the kitchen. “And soup. You need fluids and rest.”

You watched him shuffle around in his cozy home clothes, clearly more used to patching up bleeding heroes than sniffling sick partners. But still—he moved with quiet care, boiling water, rummaging through cupboards, even warming up the blanket in the dryer before tucking it back around you.

Soon, you were surrounded by the scent of miso soup and green tea, your body melting into the heat and your heart fluttering as Aizawa perched on the arm of the couch, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“You look like a swamp goblin,” he said affectionately, his lips tugging into the ghost of a smirk.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re still cute, though.”

You smiled, eyes slipping closed as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “Sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be right here.”

And with his hand in yours and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside you, the pounding in your head seemed to dull, just a little.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I loved writing this!!!!!! Ugh such a cute request

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

Hey y’all idk if my request box is working. Can someone send in like a ‘hi’ or smt😭

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDING MEEEEEE

Bruuuh

Ugh. Did this on my laptop. 💻 im kinda obsessed with him rnnnn

a small tsukishima x reader blurb

tsukishima x fem!reader – “annoyingly in love”

You’re convinced Kei Tsukishima is allergic to affection.

He says he’s “just not the type,” with that same bored expression he always wears—half-lidded eyes behind his glasses, lips drawn in a line that doesn’t quite hide the smirk trying to break through. You roll your eyes at him at least twice a day, and he rolls his right back, like it’s his full-time job.

Still, you catch him doing things. Annoying things. Like holding his umbrella slightly more your way when it’s raining. Like giving you the last bite of his strawberry shortcake, even though he always pretends not to like sweets. Like pulling you closer by the sleeve of your hoodie when you’re walking home and a car gets a little too close.

“You’re kind of sweet, y’know,” you say one day, poking his cheek.

He glares at you. “Take that back.”

“But it’s true.”

“I’m not sweet.”

“You’re literally blushing.”

“I’m literally cold. Shut up.”

You grin and loop your arm through his anyway, because he’ll complain, but he won’t let go. He never does.

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what'd yall think?!?! i might be obsessed with him rn... EXCPECT MOREEEE

bye my minionsssss

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!!!

How did i only js find this out?

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!!

it flows through my veins

Help- this is so random (i did this in class bored)

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