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MINORS DNI

Hehe js gonna drop this and RUN 🏃‍♀️

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Nanami Kento was the definition of control — calm, composed, buttoned-up. But behind closed doors, with his adorable little housewife beneath him, all that restraint unraveled. He had come home late again, loosened his tie with a sigh, only to find her waiting in nothing but his shirt and that shy smile that made his blood burn. Now, with her wrists pinned above her head and her thighs trembling around his hips, he fucked her like a man possessed — deep, slow, devastating thrusts that left her breathless and begging. Every moan she gave him only pushed him harder, rougher, until all she could do was cling to him and sob his name like a prayer.

“You wanted me home, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he growled into her neck. “Now take it.”

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EHHEEHEH

Part 2 of my light x reader headcanons

Enjoy!

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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!!!!!

For the amount of white rabbit simps I'm seeing here, i better see some x reader fics soon 😔🤚

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

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!!!

Need requests!

“stop liking my posts! this isn’t instagram! re-blog them!!!”

me using the like button as a form of bookmarking: 👁️👄👁️

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

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

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

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDING MEEEEEE

Bruuuh

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