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Shrivled and Shrouded (Let In The Light)

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big bro toshi yes yes .. I feel like he'll bring his friends whenever daddy aizawa isn't home to show off his pretty sister 😵‍💫

i feel like he’d only get away with it once without explicit permission bc yan dad bf aizawa is invasive and incredibly controlling with all those cameras and whatnot but

i don’t disagree. he’d probably bring izu, fumi, denki, and eijiro (or hanta). i’m leaning towards eijiro bc just watching him rail someone smaller than him is an experience in itself and i’ll leave it at that.

but yeah. toshi gets you all dressed up for them before they get there. (read: it’s all frilly little girl stuff that makes you wish they couldn’t see you at all. if he’s feeling mean, probably a diaper or a pull-up just to make you feel more embarrassed.) he watches them strip you piece by piece once you give them the go ahead.… hitoshi doesn’t get off on you being scared, i don’t think, but he does enjoy seeing you humiliated for how excited you are.

and gosh, they’re so messy, the lot of them. shinso’s probably the cleanest. fumi doesn’t mind covering your face or your tits or something. but the other three? they have filthy sex. sweat, spit, cum, all of it. they leave you so debauched, it’s picture worthy. and they’re so teasing and mean, i can’t see them not doing that in such a situation.

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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.

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I think Hawks likes being objectified in bed, but he specifically likes being reduced to his cock.

Yeah. That kind of objectification is the exact kind that hits the fuckin' spot.

Keigo probably wouldn't even be aware of this kink, either. It just sort of slips out in his teasing. When you ride him in bed, drunk on his cock, he makes the offhanded remark, "mm, you really like that, huh? S'like I'm not even here..."

And the glaze in his eyes as he says it, the blush that creeps up his chest, towards his neck and brushing his cheeks, is not one to go unnoticed.

Keigo likes making comments like "use me" in the middle of you fucking. Hides his smile as he says, "you can do whatever you want to me" when you ask if it's okay to hug him from behind as he washes the dishes. Asks seemingly out of nowhere if any of your sex toys feel as good as he does— knowing the answer, but not quite knowing why getting compared to a sex toy has him itching for another round.

Indulge Keigo a little. Call him letting you ride him to your heart's content a "service" and his brain will malfunction, an electrical misfiring. He'll say "yes" and have to swallow to cut himself off from springing a new title on you right then and there.

It's so easy to get him riled up; because Keigo is a man who, if nothing else, enjoys the simple pleasures.

Part of him wants to be a simple pleasure for you, too.

Call it the service top in him. Blame it on his proclivity to please you in bed— no, really. Tell him it's because he loves to be of use. Whisper it in Keigo's ear as his eyes roll back and he can do nothing but nod and agree and cum.

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for example, i reblog a fanart/fic from like 2021 and watch as the post starts to gain traction again because i've put it on other people's dashboards and they're interacting with it once more. everyone is happy; you've seen art/stories you enjoy, the creator got recognition for it, the algorithm boosted the post.

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I'm not a tamer, but I fucking love brats. They act coy and shit, but I know the game. The prank you pulled, the comment you made, the way you suck your teeth. You want to piss me off. I know it's all bait, but the best part is I literally have no self control. You want me to claw your ass to pieces, bruise you, use your holes like the slut you know you are. I'll give you everything you want and more, Doll. Please, please give me a reason to fuck you up. Roll your eyes. Ignore me. I've been itching to get at you, I honestly might just give it to you anyway. Look at me wrong. Blink too hard. I promise, you'll be full of me before you even know what you did.