Obsessed With That Face Tops Make When They Accidentally Discover A Weak Spot Of Yours Or A Kink Of Yours

Omg on that anons ask about Zashi walking in on reader n Shou WOOOOF. I would be like yeah you can stay and watch .... but no touchy. Omg I get off on that sm. Let him see Daddyzawa in action 🥵

Exhibitionist Aizawa and Reader x Hizashi? 

FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU ANON LDASJFL;J 

Warnings: Exhibitionism, shy (lol) reader. 

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“Oh, shi- SORRY!” Hizashi’s horror and embarrassment were beyond measure as he stumbled in the doorway. It took him a moment to fully register the scene before him; just a blur of skin and hair and twisting sheets. 

Shouta’s lithe, flushed body rocked skillfully against your own, muffled moans escaping you with every roll of his hips. His hand may have kept you quiet, but that didn't’ stop your nails from scratching deep marks along his muscled flesh.

Shouta chuckled, unphased by his roommate’s interruption. With a devious grin, he examined you, expression practically dripping with satisfaction and arrogance.

“Happy now?”

Heat blossomed across your cheeks, but you confirmed with a quick nod before shielding your face from view. He kissed your forehead tenderly before confronting the ‘intruder.’

Deer in the headlights didn’t quite capture poor Hizashi’s expression. The hero stood in the doorway, dumbstruck, eyes wide and jaw slack as panicked squeaks escaped him.

“Exhibitionist.” Shouta shrugged, offering nothing more in the way of explanation.

Hizashi let out the breath he’d been holding as he collapsed against the doorframe, “Oooooh! Oh, thank God.” 

After a beat, a playful smirk split his face and his attention turned to you. “You want me to watch, sweet thing? I’d pay any price to see that show-”

You whined, rolling your head off to the side and squealing into Shouta’s bicep. Giddiness and excitement had you squirming, but strong arms caged you in, keeping you safe and captive as you worked through your bashful mumbling. 

“Ohoho, you do.” Shouta purred, bringing up a hand to move yours away. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want him to watch?” 

It didn’t take much thought. You muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ earning you a breathy chuckle. He found it cute how you could be so shy and slutty at the same time.

“That’s fucking sexy.” he determined, looking to Hizashi with brow cocked, “Alright, watch and learn, but keep your mouth shut.”

“Oh please, I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” Hizashi pulled out the chair previously tucked beneath Shouta’s desk, spinning it to rest his arms on the back as he sat. “Show me what you got.”

His voice dropped a spine-tingling octave and you shivered as he added, “And you, little listener...” You peeked through your hands to see him, in all his rockstar glory, peering at you with those entrancing emerald eyes, “be nice and loud for me.” 

Folks announcing they're leaving Tumblr because they're unhappy with the Twitter clone dashboard on desktop. (I don't blame you, it's broken af.) Meanwhile, the day this hellsite finally does close, staff are going to have to pry me out of the air vents like a rabid raccoon that's adapted to survive on drinking air conditioning coolant and whatever trash is left lying around in the breakroom.

If you're not to bombarded with requests could you do 41# from that quote prompt list with daddy aizawa 👉👈🥺 if you already have too many than just ignore this 💕 (also sorry if this is sent multiple times tumblr is being stupid)

No worries love! ❤️ And I'm sorry this is so short ahhh

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

Warnings: Dub-con, bondage, edging, thigh riding

"Don't get too needy, kitten."

You whined, trying desperately to get out of the restraints he had you in. Your wrists were tied behind your back, the capture weapon wrapped around your arms and torso so you couldn't move your arms in any way. "Shouta please! I'm sorry! Please just untie me, I need it!"

He laughed softly as he watched you squirm around on the bed, rubbing your thighs together in a weak attempt to create any since of friction between your legs.

Your eyes never left the tired hero's form as he paced back and forth, shaking his head in mock dissapointment. "Finally had enough of being a little brat? What was it that you said to me? To stay away from you, that you don't want me ever touching you?"

You looked away from him, embarrassed as he threw your own words back at you. It was his fault, you tried to remind yourself. Anyone would break if they went through what he did to you. For hours he got you on the edge of an orgasm. Much to your dismay, he stopped right as you were at your peek.

Then he kept the process going until you unraveled, now a whiny, needy mess for him. It happened so many times it was starting to get painful.

Aizawa sat down and smiled as he picked you up, shifting you so you were straddling him. "Tell me what you want. And don't get shy with me."

"I want you!" You pouted as he stopped you from grinding into his erection, urging you to stay still while you talked to him. "I want you to fuck me, please! I need it!"

Your eyes widened as he chuckled, his hands squeezed your waist. "You think I'm going to reward you after that little stunt you pulled? Oh no, kitten. You want to cum the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You were going to protest, but decided against it at the dark look he gave you. You didn't want him to punish you again, some which meant you wouldn't be able to sit right for a couple of days.

Sniffling, you slowly did as he told you to, moaning softly as your hips jerked back as you began to receive the pleasure you were looking for. You arched your back as his large hand wrapped around your throat to keep you guided and making sure you kept your eyes on him. The message was clear.

"Good. Now," He pecked your lips as you began to grind yourself against his thigh some more. "Show me how sorry you are."

thinking about shigaraki cumming in his pants while dry humping because he’s desperate and horny

“Ao3 needs an algorithm” no it doesn’t, part of the ao3 experience is scrolling through pages of cursed content looking for the one fic you want to read until you get distracted by a summary so cursed that it completely derails your entire search

My fiancé and I are both woefully behind on slang, but we made up our own term for gorilla grip, I guess. The first time we had sex he described the feeling as though “[his] cock was being most delightfully choked by [my] pussy,” so now sometimes when he tells me he’s in the mood he says he’d love to wear his favourite choker

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Indulgence (Sir Nighteye X Reader)

Summary: “Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits start to flow. 

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist. 

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…”

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader Word Count: ~7.7K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, public sex, BDSM themes, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sounding (not super explicit), overstimulation, light bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, surprisingly no ‘P’ in ‘V’ intercourse. 

A/N: My piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​‘s Citrus Dome collaboration, so be sure to check out the other pieces! The warnings make this sound kind of wild, and while it’s definitely filthy, it’s not as bad as it looks. If you want to get in the proper mood, you should listen to A Perfect Circle while reading this because it was my soundtrack while writing. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Mistaken For Strangers Pt. III (Aizawa X Reader) NSFW

Summary:  Every person on the planet has a soulmate, and you’ve spent your whole childhood and most of your adolescence dreaming of meeting yours. When you finally do on your first day at UA high, you realize things aren’t as simple as finding your other half and moving forward with them. In your case, it’s much trickier than that. Being as young as you are and discovering your soulmate is not only older but also your teacher means you won’t be able act on your desires until you graduate, possibly longer. What is easy to cope with at first quickly turns into the hardest thing you’ve ever gone through. Until it’s not.

Pairing: Aizawa X fem!reader Word Count: ~ 4.3K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex Author’s Note: Alright, this is it, guys! When I originally started writing this little series the other day, I honestly had no idea it would become, like, anything, so a super big thank you to everyone who’s been reading and giving feedback and what not. This is it. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Enjoy ~ Part One, Part Two

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bruh erasermic are so creepy (n hot whatevs) but they would have 👏 me 👏 if they set up a deal like... every minute i spend in lingerie is another dollar i get to spend on video games or clothes... or every time i let them do something to me i get a new book or something... i’m just broke ok

I mean,,, I don't make jokes about Hizashi being a sugar daddy for nothing. I mean sure, Shouta probably makes a pretty penny as a teacher and Hero, but you know Mic has that celebrity money. He drives a foreign muscle car, he has his own radio show on top of also being a teacher/Hero, and even his IRL inspiration at least namesake wise was like a famous celebrity so like... he's got cash to blow, especially on his honey. Shouta's basically the only thing keeping him from doing something insane like buying a private jet to take everyone jet-setting to private islands for vacations or a honeymoon. Sometimes I get this specific scenario in my head of Reader having a walk-in closet and one day Hizashi walks in on her essentially playing dress up. Like, she never really spent much money on clothes before, especially really nice cute clothes, so picture him looking for her and hearing her in her closet, stealthily opening up her closet door and she's kind of looking over the cute outfit she put on. It's one of those pretty pleated skirts that have little suspenders over a nice button up blouse and she paired it with those cute little flat black shoes with the buckles and, to his pleasant surprise, thigh high stockings.

Of course you just freeze like a deer in headlights when you finally notice him staring at you through the cracked open door, and you're so adorably flustered and embarrassed, hardly able to tell him to get out, that you're getting changed, but he isn't leaving. Mic just starts cooing over how insanely cute you look, fawning over you and how you're finally wearing some of the new threads he got you (even if you tried to hide it, sneaky girl!)

Obviously the blonde is ecstatic, and you don't even get a word in edgewise before he's calling out for Aizawa, the radio star basically presenting you like a trophy as much as you try to tuck your arms around yourself in embarrassment.

"Lookit 'er, Shou! Ain't she just the cutest?!"

It's kind of humiliating, but you can't deny that all the praise makes your cheeks burn as they all but worship you. They're especially fans of the thigh highs, and, you know, it gives them a few ideas on other things they can get you to wear

◆D IS FOR DANGEROUS◆

warnings:spanking, fingering, dom/sub

Legs clothed in a pristine suit lazily spread on the sofa. Ebony eyes focused on the whiskey in the glass in his hand which he would occasionally gently shift, the tinkling noise of the ice cubes clicking together echoing throughout the quiet room. The only other sound being the slight shift of your legs as you adjusted your position quietly as possible, careful not to further anger the already furious occupier of the sofa. Inevitably, one of these shifts was just a decibel above the point of being unnoticeable to the raven-haired man and your naked form was suddenly fixed with a glare that made you squirm further.

"Didn't I tell you to sit still?" He calmly stated. It wasn't a question. It was a reminder of your failure to obey his command. He raised a single brow after a few moments had passed and no reply had come.

"Yes sir, you did." A quick rushed mumble from pouty lips that didn't want to release the sentence, the admittance to bad behaviour and worst of all disobedience. The words stung the mouth with the burning knowledge that an infraction had been committed by the repeat offender of the night.

A slow hum of approval accompanied by a nod came from Aizawa. A long, burning minute passed by as the tension seemed to swell in the room before a simple pat of his knee notified you that your punishment would officially begin now. It was reckoning time. Slightly sore limbs stretched themselves out as you stood from your kneeling position and went to perch on your judge, jury and executioner's knee. Charcoal eyes met yours for the first time since you had arrived at home and been ordered to strip and kneel. The rough yet comforting skin of his palm met your jaw as he clasped your face, holding your gaze to him.

"Do you know why you're being punished kitty?" His baritone voice questioned serenely. You nodded.

"Yes sir, I was naughty today." Your teeth sunk into your lower lip from the anticipation and nerves. Shota could sense your anxiety and moved his hand from your jaw to stroke your hair.

"Good kitty."He praised in a murmur, providing you with enough comfort to relax the nerves slightly. "And how were you naughty?" He continued. Voice firm and even.

You shifted slightly on his thigh as your face warmed with the memory of what you had done today. The way you had crept your hand up his thigh under the table. The way he could use just his eyes to say stop. The sound of a sharp inhale when your hand landed on his crotch and started palming. The tight grip he held your wrist in as he excused you both early from the pro-hero charity event you were attending, pulling you out in a brisk walk. The silent car ride back.

"I touched Sir inappropriately in public.." You finally responded meekly. Shota nodded, satisfied with your response.

"Bend over my lap." He ordered calmly. Your body acted without your command, and you were quickly layed over his clothed legs. His hand trailed from your bare calf to the curve of your back, occasionally squeezing or rubbing the flesh to prepare you for what was to come. You felt his touch dissappear and a moment later the stinging slap as his palm met your ass. A small whimper left your lips as the shock of the first one caught you off guard, before the burning sensation of your skin rose to the surface. You shifted slightly to relieve the pain, though the same hand that struck also rubbed the hot flesh to cool it. He continued with this pattern of smacking and rubbing until your ass was a pretty cherry colour, and you were squirming on his lap like a mouse that's been caught by a cat and wishes to escape. Small tears filled your eyes at the pain, though a different fluid was beginning to soak a patch on to Shota's pants. He chuckled softly as he rubbed your tender flesh, the last punishing smack having been dealt.

"I think you learned your lesson, kitten.." He declared as his slim fingers crept closer to your entrance. "Let's make my pretty kitty come now.." He purred as the first finger slipped into your slick walls, expertly finding your love-button and nudging it in just the right way he knew drove you wild.

After all, who knows a kitty better than her master?