Sparklylanddetective - You Don't Know How Much I Miss You.

due to inflation you must answer my riddles five

"We shouldn't be doing this," Aizawa says, the pads of his fingers pressing into the squishy skin of your cheek as he grips it with one hand, prying your lips off of his. "This is- it's inappropriate, you're my-"

You kiss him again, and despite his objections he reciprocates. His beard tickles you, not quite as scratchy and unkempt as when he first hired you. He has time to take care of himself now. The bags under his eyes- well, they're still there, but much less deep and purple. You know that taking you on as Eri's nanny is the best decision he's made in a while. And with the way you can feel him beginning to grow against your thigh, perhaps the worst as well.

"That's what makes it fun," you say, trying to convince him as your hands snake into his hair. "That's what makes it sexy. Fucking the hot, young babysitter- it's a cliche for a reason, Shota."

"Fuck," he grumbles, nipping at your lip. "Fuck. I'm not that guy. That's not me, I don't fuck younger women who- who I pay to care for my child, I-"

"You're a man," you moan, gripping his hair and pulling it taut. "A man who's been lonely for too long. Wouldn't it be nice to have a wet, hot cunt to sink your cock in?"

"Was this your plan all along?" He growls, walking you back against the living room wall. "Put on your sweet little dresses and take care of my daughter just to seduce me?"

"No," you giggle, arching into him as your back meets the wall. "I'm too good at my job to just do it for a fuck. Getting you to bend me over the sofa and rail me is just... An added perk."

"You're a minx," he says, defeated. "I shouldn't do this."

"But you will... Won't you?"

In a movent so quick and smooth you'd think he was getting laid nightly if you didn't know better, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, his erection pressing against your cotton panties. You whimper at the contact, trying to buck against him for an ounce of friction.

"And burn in hell for it."

hi. rotting on two things so i’ll let you pick which to respond to.

yuuji who gets so flustered over that cute girl he works with who has a soft tummy and thick thighs. 🥴

megumi coming home after a long day at work, exhausted and frustrated, so he needs to take his frustration out on smth pretty. 😵‍💫

i’ll be back for megumi. for rn i wanna talk about yuuji… and let’s say this is a normalcy au, no curses n such

tw: um…thigh fucking.

•yuuji who adores pop culture so much he probably ends up working in a place just as nerdy, owning a place rather. a cozy shop lined with the latest manga and newest limited edition figures. he’s good at what he does, has an answer to everything, he’s top notch at making sales just by how kind he is. he’s easy to talk to, kind on the eyes. though no matter how great he was, he couldn’t do everything alone. he’d need extra hands around the place eventually. he just wasn’t expecting a woman. scratch that, he wasn’t expecting to have forced proximity with a hot woman.

even at 30, he didn’t date much, no matter how much of a smooth talker he pretended to be. in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he went on a proper date or even lied next to a woman. it wasn’t his top priority, he was a busy man, running the shop and all. even so, he had never felt so flustered. you talked real sweet, big doe eyes always batting weighty lashes at him, a sugarplum with an alternative style. he could dig it. but…you were so pretty that he found himself stumbling over his words like a fumbling teenager. he never knew ears could burn for this long. you had the cutest round cheeks, rosy and bright, he could look at your smile all day but…but he cursed himself for how many times he had to stop his eyes from drifting, wandering to the heft of your breasts, or the mouth watering pudge of your tummy in all those pretty dresses you wore. he felt like such a grade A pervert every time his gaze lingered on the thickness of your thighs when they were so perfectly snug in your ripped jeans. he wanted to lick every ripple of skin that peaked through the denim.

you truly were a sweetheart, and he felt like shit for thinking the way that he did. you weren’t an object for him to gawk at, your were a person. but…but.. BUT he couldn’t control the amount of times he would chub up in his joggers every time you bent at the waist to reorganize a shelf of merchandise, or worse, when you got down on your knees to do it instead. he always got the perfect view of your ass, so juicy and just begging to be bitten into. he nearly jumped out of his skin every time you would call to him while he was fantasizing, never anything he’d repeat in a church that’s for sure.

“you okay, itadori?”

and most time’s he could only manage a pathetic nod or a choked up mumble because he felt so exposed. if only you knew how many times he had daydreamed about kissing you all over, or splaying you out on the floor and burying his face between those sinful thighs of yours.

• i feel like it would have to be you who makes the first move, maybe when summer rolls around quicker than the ocean’s tide. when the heat of the sun comes in with a fury so you have to wear less to combat it. you weren’t dumb, anyone with eyes could see how poorly yuuji covered up boners, or when he’d try to cough to cover a strained whine whenever you two bushed together in one of the tight aisles of the shop. it was frustrating though, he never put in effort to ask you out. he clammed up whenever you said something flirty. you just didn’t take him for being someone so shy.

using the heat to your advantage, you showed up to work in a pair of shorts you’d normally not wear out and tank top. the place had no dress code, so it wasn’t like you were breaking any rules, but the way the man’s eyes nearly tried to bulge out of his head when he saw you was a prominent confidence booster. he was so damn easy. he could barely look you in the eye all day but you saw it, the way his eyes would quickly dart to your plunging neckline. you could feel his stare whenever he thought you weren’t the wiser. he was putty in your hands and to be fair, you enjoyed the power trip. you two liked to hang out and chat after closing, plot out new layouts for the merchandise on the sales floor or sometimes just chat about nothing in particular.

tonight it was no different, except it was because this time you had been tired of waiting. this time you had him pressed up close, his shirt bitten and held with his teeth as you both watched the scene playing out between you. his cock, blushed and leaky, was slipping in and out of the tight space between your thighs. his hands gripped at the soft flesh of your sides beneath your shirt, resisting the urge to leave thumb shaped bruises. you hadn’t even bothered to remove your shorts, just let him thrust desperately, using his own sticky precum as lube.

he liked your thighs so much…right? he didn’t seem to mind, too hazy and far gone to even bask in the embarrassment. he was all labored breathing and frustrated growls, chasing his climax like a dog would it’s own tail. you were so soft, but it almost was too much and not enough as the fat of your thighs lovingly hugged his shaft, covering his whole length completely.

“that all you got, yuuji? this can’t possibly be how you expect to fuck me, right?”

his eyes fluttered, hips jerked, head shook rapidly at the thought. you were quick to pull his shirt from his mouth, awed by the string of spit the trailed and the dumb look on his face.

“right?” you pressed, loving his flushed cheeks and knitted brows.

“n-no— fuck- i-“

you had the nerve to giggle at his stammering, locking your ankles over one another to make the makeshift pussy that was the space between your thighs, that much tighter. itadori gasped, slipping his hands down to grab at your ass instead, gripping the mailable flesh with both hands, making you meet his thrusts. it made you brace yourself on the counter you two were leaning against, made your tits recoil from the force while pressing up against him.

“wanna fuck you so bad, so damn pretty.”

“oh yeah?”

“yes. god you’re a minx.”

you cheesed, “i need you to cum for me, yu’. i know you can make such a beautiful mess for me, can’t you honey?”

he felt dipped in ice water, electrified by your words and you didn’t need to say much more before he was grunting loudly with your name on his tongue. heated ropes of thick cum pumped from his tip and ran down your legs like milk, making you sticky in more places than one. one of your hands snaked between you both, wrapping around his twitching cock easily. he hissed, whined at the sensitivity before reaching for your wrist to still your movements.

“w-wait. just gimme a second.”

“you want me to stop?,” you purred, hand massaging him nice and slow.

“no. no please don’t stop.”

“that’s what i thought.”

….but that’s just a few thoughts.

taggging @thenamesmiz bc i know you love yuuji too

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hot for teacher

pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader summary: You’re not expecting your day to fall to pieces at 8:21 a.m., but life hasn’t really been going your way lately. A string of lackluster dates, followed by two dead vibrators (with missing cords!), and the only outlet left for your mounting sexual frustration—the smut blog you diligently update—has been discovered by the one person you never wanted to find it: fellow teacher Shouta Aizawa. Who might just be the inspiration behind most of the fantasies you post about. content warnings: coworkers-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, forced proximity, there was only bed trope, explicit smut, phone sex, bondage, impact play, degradation, use of slut and whore, D/s, subspace, aftercare

chapters: one two three four five epilogue

chapter one: live 3/31 at 7 p.m. PST

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Thinking about how when my oldest brother took Japanese classes his professor was like your pronunciation is really good 😊 but you need to watch movies that aren't about the Yakuza because you sound like a criminal

With all of the bad things going on in the world I give you: good rich person bakugou.

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Bakugou who uses family wealth for good. In an effort to be more hero like, he strolls down the streets of Mustafu giving home cooked food to the homeless in the street.

Bakugou who uses at least two weekends a month to donate time to a soup kitchen near UA. With all of the inflation and animosity in the world, he gives back the only way he knows how: acts of service.

Bakugou who gains a rapport with the locals simply by checking in. Asking one of the regulars he checks in on how her sick son is doing with the medicine he paid for.

Bakugou who was raised by his mother to never make fun of those less monetarily fortunate.

Bakugou who goes out of his way to defend those being picked on for reasons out of their control; picking up trash near makeshift homes, going to protests of anti homeless laws, and starting arguments with assholes in the street that make jokes.

Bakugou is too observant for his own good, noticing one of the boys he always sees in the park wearing clothes a little too small on his little frame. Who sneakily sparks a conversation and discreetly slips a note and some money into the boys pocket to not embarrass his family.

why did my dad send this

should i be concerned

Two things:

1) I really need to stop putting embarrassing little messages on my posts. I keep forgetting that people reblog this stuff and all my embarrassing words are out in the world permanently.

2) I just woke up from a sad dream where I really wanted to say something and couldn't. To compensate, I'll write down what I wanted to say.

You're all worthy of love and the company of the people who love you, I promise. That traumatic event or the fact your father's gone doesn't make you any less of a good, strong human being. I hope you manage to work out all your issues one day. I'm so excited to see the person you're going to become.

I am so proud of you.

Okay, weird, sad rant over. I'm happy now. Back to bed. Goodniiight <3

Also I'm so going to delete this when I wake up, after the embarrassment's fully set in.