You moved in two days later.
Boxes half-unpacked.
Furniture sparse.
But the bed?
Perfect.
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He didn't just fuck you that night.
He loved you.
For hours.
He undressed you with reverence, laying you out like a promise.
His mouth kissed every old scar. Every soft fold. Every piece of skin no one else had ever been allowed to claim.
"You're the strongest person I've ever known," he whispered.
You pulled him over you.
"Then let me be soft for you."
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He took you with slow, deep thrusts that stretched time itself — eyes locked to yours, fingers threaded.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just a slow, rising tide.
You came once from the pressure of his hips.
Again from his mouth on your breast.
And a third time when he whispered:
"Marry me. Someday. When you're ready."
You cried when you came that time.
And he didn't stop kissing you for hours.
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You fell asleep tangled together. No secrets. No fear.
Just skin. Breath. Peace.
And the next morning?
You woke up not just as a survivor...
But as a legend.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
FanfictionYou were just another student at U.A.-until he looked at you differently. Eraserhead was supposed to be off-limits, but late nights, stolen glances, and shared secrets made that impossible. The tension is electric, the rules are strict, and the desi...
