Me reading every single Toby/EJ/Masky/Tim/Hoody/Brian fanfic or headcannon I come across and insta liking them before I even read
“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
For the amount of white rabbit simps I'm seeing here, i better see some x reader fics soon 😔🤚
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
Y’all ever just wanna
*grabs Shadow’s chest fur*
*motorboats*
A little bokuto blurb i made out of pure bordem
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The rink was quiet, except for the soft scrape of your skates carving patterns into the ice. You spun once, twice, then landed clean—heart pounding, adrenaline humming. From the stands, a loud “YEAH, THAT’S MY GIRL!” echoed like a cannon blast, followed by rapid clapping and a very enthusiastic wolf whistle.
You skidded to a stop and looked up. There he was—Bokuto Koutarou, perched on the edge of the barrier like an overexcited golden retriever in a varsity jacket, his black and white hair slightly mussed from running all the way to the rink.
“I’ve literally never seen anything cooler in my life,” he said, eyes sparkling. “You just—whoosh!—and then—bam! You’re amazing, babe.”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed but smiling. “You said that last time.”
“And I meant it every time.”
He hopped down and met you at the edge of the ice, holding out your favorite post-practice drink with one hand, the other sneaking around your waist.
“Okay, now your turn to be impressed. I made a new playlist for your next routine. It’s chaotic, dramatic, possibly cursed—just like us.”
You snorted. “Does it have that creepy violin dubstep remix you found at 2 a.m.?”
“Obviously. It’s the vibe.”
You leaned into him, forehead resting on his chest, his heartbeat racing like yours. He didn’t care that you had ADD and forgot your water bottle again. Or that you couldn’t focus in loud places. Or that you had a dark aesthetic one day and glitter on your eyelids the next. To him, you were all of it—bright, dark, loud, quiet—and he loved every part.
“I’m your biggest fan,” he whispered. “No matter what.”
And somehow, in the noise of the world, he always made you feel like the main character.
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So you are basically a figure skater whos a lil bit emo!! 🖤 just to help me with this i based it off of me and some of my friends!!
Hope you enjoyed!
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Some art my sister’s friend did for me :3 its of my mha oc :D
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