“ Hey, Y/n! Have you seen my hoodie?!” Your husband called from your shared bedroom as he prepared to take a shower after a particularly long patrol
“Which one!? The shark one or the Crimson Riot one?!” you called hoping he wasn’t looking for the shark hoodie you were currently drowning in.
“The shark one! You know the one you bought me for Christmas” he shouted back as he discarded his boots to search your guys’ shared bed.
“Noooo, haven’t seen it sorry babe” you drawled hoping he would fall for it.
“You're wearing it, aren’t you?” his teasing voice came from behind you as you hid further in the giant piece of clothing.
“I don’t know what you're talking about Kiri” you feigned innocence your face got hotter
“Mhm, so that’s not my hoodie you’re hiding in?” he went along with it even though you both knew that it was indeed his hoodie
“Nope, I think you must’ve hit your head or something” you giggled as he grinned
For a second, for a very tiny second, one would believe that you had gotten away with it but of course, your husband couldn't just let you get away with this terrible crime so before you could even blink he had you tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes “Kiri!! Putt me down!” you screeched laughing “No can do, you’re under arrest for hoodie theft” he laughed dropping you on the bed before falling on top of you, effectively trapping you in place “Kiri, you’re heavy bro” you groaned making no move to escape.
And that's how the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon, cuddling as hours passed, the world melting away around the two of you.
Hello everyone! I come bearing an announcement: I have started a second blog and while this could be an epic fail I wanted to try posting my own, much longer, (and sometimes much darker+spicier) stories. So if you're interested please check it out, I currently have a poll running to decide the first story! I will still be posting to this blog I just wanted a way to separate my romance stories from my fan-fiction.
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Thinking About…
Thinking about Tenya coming home from a long, stressful day at work in need of some relief. And who better to help him than his amazing spouse? Tied to the bed using his belt and blindfolded with the silk tie he keeps in his closet for special occasions as he uses you as his own personal fleshlight all while he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear.
He’s the hype man in the relationship. Feeling shitty? It’s now his life's mission to fix that.
This man cannot cook. He will ruin your cookware, probably even burn down the kitchen.
Honestly, quality time isn’t as common as he’d like working as a pro-hero, teacher, and radio show host.
He loves to yap, if you let him, he’ll talk for hours.
It seems like he gets excited over small things but they aren’t small to him
He will not be saving you from any spiders, if you try to insist he take care of it he’s coming with a blow torch
He probably drives around listening to the most random radio stations
If loud noises are an issue for you, he’d try to tone it down for you but he’d definitely slip up a couple times
If you’re also a hero he’s going to brag about you nonstop like someone please save his friends
He loves matchy couple stuff, it could be jewelry, sweatshirts, literally anything and he’ll wear it with a shit eating grin
Could you please repost your master list if you have one? Because I would like to be able to easily find things. If you don’t, it’s ok, I apologize for taking up your time by making you read this. Have a great day/night!
Hi! I currently don't have a master list but I'm working on making one that I'll be posting soon to hopefully make things easier to find :) have a great day/night
Thinking About…
… Thinking about how Aizawa loves his hair being pulled. He loves it so much that he overstimulates you until you pull his hair trying to pull him off with what little strength you have left about being brought to the edge over and over for hours. It was his day off after all, how else would he spend it if its not spent with you crying on his cock for hours at a time switching between begging for more and pleading for release.
He had been gone for almost three months. Doing who knows what, leaving you with nothing but a slowly dying promise that he’d return and it was slowly becoming clear that he’s likely never coming back. He’d left you. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in your life, that you’d find something that made you happy and eventually it would end or that person would leave.
Usually it was easy picking up the pieces, but this was entirely different; he hadn’t left any pieces shattered on the ground for you to pick up like you were so used to. No, instead he simply vanished and took every piece of you with him. It left you feeling numb, spending every night crying in the bed the two of you once shared, his presence leaving a lasting imprint in your home and inevitably in your soul and a bottle of whiskey clutched to your side. It didn’t make sense to you, things seemed so well and it left you wondering if something had happened to scare him away.
Your scarred partner was many things and it wasn’t that hard to imagine him up and leaving without a thought but he had promised and amongst the many things he was, a liar wasn't one of them. So why wasn’t he back? It was a question you’d often ask yourself late at night.
He never did come back but staring down at his body at least you finally knew why.
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