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I love how immediately Gaoshun has to tell Maomao to stop treating Jinshi like a bug because he's being an absolute freak about it. He's like hey, I know we only met a week ago, but you've already given my insane boss a sexual complex and for all of our sakes you should probably try to avoid activating it
something silly (sorry i just woke up like two hour ago but im still sleepy)
Lmao this is absolutely how it happens when he shows up in my fics. 100% he's there to bring forth a plague the likes of which have never been seen before.
I absolutely love LOVE that meeting Dabi in every fic that isn't about him is like witnessing a horseman of apocalypse in a flesh
You just see him as a side character and you know for a fact the shit is about to go down
This was so fun, thanks for including me!!
@tootoomanycats @cinemaminx @cameocats @hotdoglamp
Challenging you all!
Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!
Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!
1. What's your favorite song?
2. If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you go?
3. Fuck marry kill: post time skip class 1-a
1) I feel like this changes all the time honestly lol. But right now the song that I'm stuck on is Not Strong Enough by Boygenius.
2) I've always wanted to visit Ireland! I've heard it's beautiful and I'd love to go learn about some of my heritage firsthand.
3) Okay here we go.
Fuck: 100% I am taking time skip Eijiro Kirishima to pound town. I would top him like nobody's business.
Marry: Time skip Shoto Todoroki. I feel like he would be such a kind and understanding husband. Plus I can maybe just.. ya know, heal his emotional wounds? Just a little?
Kill: Mineta. Child, teen, time skip, any version. I hate that little floppy-headed bitch so much. I see people defend him all the time, too, like he isn't some nasty creep just because he has good qualities about him. No. Mineta deserves a pistol whip and a nap in the Hudson.
Thanks for asking, anon! This was so much fun!!
Twice Is Too Slept On And Not Enough Slept With: Part 2
WC: 921
CW: dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, MMF, Twice x Reader x Twice’s Double, praise kink.
Jin doesn’t always take you like he would a lover.
Tonight, he fucks you like he means it.
He starts off with pistoning his fingers within your sopping cunt, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit as he mouths at the dusky peaks of your nipples.
“More,” you mewl, huffy whines catapulted to the ceiling.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” His stubble grazes your clavicle while he speaks into the salty warmth of your skin. “You want more, princess? I’ll fuckin’ give you more.”
A duplicate is separated from him, and you shiver, the thick head of his cock beginning to breach your entrance. You’re speared on his length, struggling to take the girth as another is prodding against your mouth. You comply with lust-heavy eyes, glassy and half-lidded, your tongue lolling out to receive him between your lips. You become putty for him. Limp and lax upon the bed, encouraging the Jin who’s thrusting into the slick at your center to angle you just right, to mold you until he can work your pliant body.
His double shoves his cock down to the hilt, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth, his grip firm on either side of your jaw to ensure you’re taking him the way he wants. A damn near shameful whimper is the only thing that betrays the composure he’s holding onto, slinking from his chest as you run the flat of your tongue across his pulsing shaft. You can tell he’s starting to crack. His hips are stuttering, legs shaking, eyes twitched up when you hum against him.
“This enough for you? Hmm?” His voice gravels an octave lower, the slightest quiver held within it.
Another pair of hands paw eagerly at your form, slamming you by the hips so that he can pound into your messy cunt, the tip of him dragging along a soft ledge deep inside of you.
“Don’t worry about answerin’, princess. I can feel how wet you are. Ngh, such a wet, tight little pussy you’re lettin’ me fuck,” he shudders as you clamp around him.
A strained whine is bitten back, “Gonna cum in this pretty mouth. Gonna—hah—oh, f-fuck.” The phrase lilts towards the end, breathy and heady, melting into a climbing groan as he spills his release onto your tongue.
You look him directly in the eyes, his palm resting at the back of your head, and you swallow him as far back as you can manage, relishing in the way he sputters broken little phrases, so bliss-drunk and spent.
“That’s right. Good girl, takin’ what we give you,” his praise is strained, a fire lit under him when he sees his cock pulled from your lips.
You give a delighted whimper as Jin repositions you into his lap, rotating your back to his chest and spreading your pussy apart for better access to the unbearable ache at your clit. He gives the throbbing bud a few delicate swipes of his thumb, breath hot at the crook of your neck, his hips beginning to pick up the pace once more.
“You gonna cum if I keep playing with you like this?” He asks teasingly, though the fog settling atop his eyes says he isn’t far behind.
You nod zealously, “Uh-huh. ‘M so close.”
“Fuck, I know you are, baby,” his nails dig into the plush of your hips, free hand still working you in tandem. “It’d be a shame not to have it on my cock and my tongue, though.”
He nudges your legs further apart, the double’s hand replacing his, now kneeling in front of you as Jin holds you steady in his lap and ruthlessly pounds into your cunt.
“Got such a cute little clit,” he laps your swollen sex in one long stroke. “Let’s see how quick we can get you off if I lick it.”
He pulls you betwixt his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue across the underside, and you clench like a vice in response.
“Keep doin’ that. Fuck, she’s gettin’ so tight on me,” Jin grits as he opens your thighs even more with each hand.
Twice’s duplicate growls beneath you, that sinfully skilled mouth of his laving over your peak, Jin thrusting into your cunt all the while. His tongue circles your clit, a string of curses spilling incoherently from your lips as you feel yourself edging closer to your undoing.
“Such a good girl. Doing such a good job taking me like this. Yeah, there ya go, just like that,” the sultry coo fans hot over your skin.
Loud, wet slaps of skin against skin hang in the tepid air, that familiar coil winding tight within your core. He’s relentless now, humming onto your sensitive apex, sucking you into his mouth one last time before you’re sent crashing headlong into an orgasm that has you seeing stars. You gasp and writhe and moan his name.
“Oh my God,” he sounds so incredibly wrecked, sobbing at the feeling of you squeezing him, panting and bucking wildly. “Cum on my cock. That’s it, princess, cum all over this fuckin’ cock. Mmmff. Yeah, make a mess. That’s it. I’m gonna—gonna—“
He pulls back one good time to properly rut himself into you, stuffed down to the hilt as he pulses inside of your fluttering walls, thick, hot cum dripping down his shaft from your raw, puffy pussy. You’re trembling by the time he releases you from his mouth, the lot of you huffing to catch your breaths. Your head falls back onto his chest.
“Hey,” Jin taps you on the cheek, duplicate standing, pumping his length, “you ready for round two?”
Jade, thanks so much for thinking of me!
Favorite color: Red, green, and orange are my favorites depending on the day. My hair is neon orange atm so I think that's my favorite right now 🧡
Last song: Territorial Pissings by Nirvana
Currently reading: The one I'm reading for knowledge right now is The Body Keeps The Score by Bessel Van Der Kolk, but just for fun, I'm reading Cackle by Rachel Harrison. I'll probably read Slewfoot by Brom again after!
Currently watching: The Apothecary Diaries, Shameless, and Dr. Stone. If YouTube counts I've been watching a lot of Andy King lately.
Currently craving: Home made chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sounds amazing right now 🙌
Coffee or tea: Either as long as they're decaf! My heart doesn't like caffeine, the dumb bastard.
Who should I tag... how about @tootoomanycats @alebrasil0101 @cinemaminx @faes-fantasies
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Thanks for thinking of/tagging me @thoughtslikeaminefield It’s been a pleasure interacting with you the past couple of days ❤️
1. Favourite colour: Teal
2. Last song: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry
3. Currently reading: Outlander Series (technically it’s collecting dust on my bookshelf because I mostly read fanfic…)
4. Currently watching: Single’s Inferno, Medium, and forever casually rewatching SPN
5. Currently craving: the bag of sweet chilli & sour cream chips I bought earlier (just waiting for kiddos to go to bed)
6. Coffee or tea: coffee! An iced latte any season.
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Key: Works tagged with ⁀➷ are NSFW
MHA
Asking Them What Their Type Is ⁀➷
Twice As A Lover ⁀➷
Twice As A Lover Pt. 2 ⁀➷
MISC REQS
An Unexpected Guest ft Kick-Ass ⁀➷
This is how we make friends, right? Haha we're making friends right now?? Am I doing it???
anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.
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Spinner/Shuuichi Iguchi x Reader
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Hello, fellow creatures of the night ☪︎
Call me Vixen!
She/they, 30s, INFJ, atheist, feminist, ally, safe person, sex-positive, and overall progressive powerhouse. Chronic illness is a big part of my life so expect to see some posts about it. Shameless on main every single day of the week which means MDNI.
My preferred fandoms are MHA, AOT, TAD, DanDaDan, InuYasha, and FMA there's so many more honestly I am such a heathen for anime.
I am mostly a smut and romance writer, though I do dabble in horror. I love to use writing and reading as a means of escapism, so I do the same for my readers, and often write my longer fics to feel as though you're playing a role. Got a weakness for alt men, which means I end up writing about villains a lot. I also am really drawn to writing for characters who don't often get the limelight.
If you're over the age of 18, you can catch my fics on AO3 under Book_VVitch. I'm always down for fic recs, I love feedback, and I'm pretty stoked to get to talk with others, so feel free to Contact Other Plane to chat with me!
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I will write smut, fluff, and romance! If you have something specific you're looking for, please just ask. I do not kink shame but I'll let you know whether or not I'm comfortable with writing something ♡
Scrolling through the fics of your underappreciated favorite characters only to realize half of them are the ones you wrote
Hell yeah, pardners 🤠
reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics
Hey, Jimbo! I saw you scrolling by and wanted to let you know that your writing skills are becoming mallards among men. You're doing great, kiddo. So good luck on that draft. And remember—have fun with it!
I missed sleepover Saturday can we do Sleepover Sunday instead 🥺
Let's do Sleepover Saturday!
So send me asks about:
fuck, marry, kill
ask my top 3 of anything
make me choose between two things
send me celebrities for hot or not
would I ship _______ with _______ ?
headcanons
who you ship me with
tell me stories about you or your day
ask me for advice
ask me questions about things you want to know
literally whatever you want!
♡ Kissed By The Baddest Villain ♡
Link To Masterlist
WC: ~3,000
CW: dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex, praise kink, fem dom, loss of virginity. Proof read but no beta.
Ch 10: How Lucky
You’ve been trying to wear Spinner down for what feels like an impossibly long time.
Seasons have changed. Holidays have passed. And your patience is beginning to wear quite thin. He was supposed to be close to his limit weeks ago!
You know he’s attracted to you. You can feel the length of him digging into your back any time you sit in his lap and fudge your way through Majora's Mask, his breaths hot and choppy against your nape, hands firmly planted at each side of his body to restrict himself from grabbing you. At least you thought so.
What gives? You guys have made out already, so why doesn’t he respond to any of your come-ons?
The thought that he was the one teasing you all this time irks you in a way which you hadn’t thought to be possible. Especially on days like today.
As much as you would love to pretend that the action-packed lifestyle of loaning out your quirk is always fun and lucrative, you’ve found yourself struggling to find proper clothing that’s a) easily stolen, and b) can withstand all of the grime and damage that comes along with fighting. You’re currently trying your best to salvage a pair of jeans, but unfortunately, it’s looking like this is a job for the laundromat.
“Would you like for me to mend them?” Kurogiri asks between swipes of cleaning cloth to a shot glass.
“No, but thank you. I don’t mind my own patchwork so much as I do the dead Nomu smell that I can’t seem to wash out of them,” you pleat the pants until they’re compact enough to fit in your hands. “I wouldn’t mind a lift to the laundromat, though, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course,” he obliges you instantaneously, a hazy opening to another location transpiring before your eyes.
Walking through the portal feels as misty as he looks, cool and tingly, the shift in space somewhat jarring when you step into the facility. The place appears to be empty as you scan the premises, but a faint humming can be heard somewhere in the foreground. It sounds familiar. Is that…? Oh. The little tune K.K. Slider sings at the end of New Horizons. It’s around this time that a mop of magenta hair catches your eye.
“Spinner?” Your voice drags his face in your direction.
He hits his elbow on the corner of a washing machine, rubs it soothingly as he says, “H-hey, Yumemi, I.. I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”
“Me either,” you hold up your pants, “but getting the battle stench out of these things couldn’t wait.”
“Nomu guts got on you too, huh?”
“Yep.”
“You wanna throw ‘em in with mine? I-I haven’t started it yet, is all,” he averts his gaze, still rubbing anxiously at his arm.
You approach him with a grin, “That’s really nice of you. Sure you don’t mind?”
He shakes his head fervently, “Not at all.”
He’s so cute when he gets nervous like this. Tomura has a similar kind of innocence when it comes to women, but Spinner almost seems to have a total lack of understanding of what to do when you’re around in general. And with the way that he clenches his jaw, eyes darting to everywhere but you, his chest heaving over the simple act of being in the same room with him, you think you’ve identified the issue: he doesn’t socialize with anyone. At all. Which means he is more than likely not going to make a move, no matter how much you throw at him, due to being overwhelmed and under-socialized.
Cute.
You lean against the washing machine, throwing your pants in with his clothes, caring not to look at the contents inside, and then slap the button to get it to start. Going over the best strategy in your head on the fly, you sit atop the machine as it begins to spin, your feet dangling, skirt climbing up your legs. It isn’t for long, but you catch him looking, a fleeting currant glance that lingers for just a beat at your open thighs. You have a nagging suspicion that perhaps he was hoping for a quick glimpse at your panties. Guess you’re overthinking how much you need to strategize a conversation with him.
“I think you’re really cute, you know,” your confession has him gasping, cheeks bright pink, and he slaps both hands over his mouth to stop any more sounds from escaping.
“What?” The word is muffled behind his palm. “This.. that’s not cool. D-don’t say things like that, it’s not funny.”
“I’m not being mean, and I’m not trying to joke around. I think you’re cute. And you’re really nice, too. I like you. I think you’re attractive. And if you like me that way, too, you should come to my bedroom when the laundry’s done.”
His eyes are wide and owlish as he slides his hands down from his mouth—which is so ridiculously dry right now that he swears he could choke—his breaths shallow and audible in the room.
Spinner swallows thickly, “C-come.. come to your room? For what?”
You kick your feet, giggling before you bite your lower lip. Your eyes flit to the door of the establishment, most of the wall it resides within a large, somewhat taped-up window, with a few people occasionally walking by in clear enough view. Yeah, you would definitely get caught if you tried fooling around with him here. Though you have your doubts that anyone would care with this area being a villain hub. But still. It’s in your best interest not to garner that kind of attention.
You sigh, “I wanna practice some more,” and your sultry tone hits him below the belt.
As if he were a prey animal feigning his own demise, he stands wholly and completely still, not even a twitch to show he’s among the living. Taking pity on him, you grab him by the wrist, placing his hand at your thigh and making direct eye contact all the while. A few stuttered exhales are knocked from his throat, punchy and raw, his feckless gaze not missing how you creep his hand closer to the hem of your skirt. His Adam’s apple bobs when you release him from your grasp. The touch lingers, sweltering against his palm, and you grin at him surreptitiously as you hum in approval of his digits splaying across the plush of your thigh. Balmy tension grows thick between you, the air becoming stifling.
He looks at his hand. Brushes his thumb in a circle over your smooth skin. Looks to you for a gauge in reaction. You aren’t laughing, or recoiling, or pushing him away. Had you been serious after all?
“I’m leaving it up to you,” you hop down, texting Kurogiri to get you back to the hideout, “so I’ll be in my room if you’re interested.”
You scrunch your fingers in a wave before you walk through the portal and into the kitchen.
Now is probably a good time to shower.
————
It’s as you’re drying off in your room that you hear footsteps outside of your door, stopping just at the threshold. How lucky, you think, to have the opportunity of taking two virginities in a row. He knocks tentatively, so soft it’s nearly inaudible—but you’re quick to answer, giving him no chance to turn tail.
“Ah! Fuck, s-sorry, I didn’t know!” He covers his eyes when you open the door, dressed only in a towel, still wet.
You can tell he’s about to slam the door closed, or possibly climb up the wall to escape the situation, so you pull him in and lock the latch behind you. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, panting, cheeks on fire and mouth agape. He feels like he’s going to faint. Your towel is damp and clinging to your skin, barely covering your torso, the curve of your ass noticeable from beneath it.
“It’s okay,” you tell him gently, “I knew you might come by. You’re allowed to see me like this.”
Trembling hands are carded through his hair, “O-okay. That’s fine. Totally.”
“You ready to practice, or do you need a minute?”
His eyes meet yours, so big and bright that he can see his reflection in them. God, you’re so pretty. You’re so… well, hot, actually. Spinner would normally have a bit more of a romantic inner dialogue regarding you, but right now, with the only thing shielding your bare form being that tiny little towel, it’s difficult to think of anything other than what’s underneath. Practice is going to be difficult.
“I’m ready,” his tone is strained, the shake within his words unforgiving.
You drop the towel at your feet, his arousal pushing prominently to the front of his pants as he throbs at the sight of you. He isn’t sure what the etiquette is exactly when it comes to this, so while you lean in to kiss him, his eyes remain wide open, surveying whatever inch or outline of you they’re able to capture. Your tongue snakes into his mouth, and you can taste the mint of his toothpaste, feel him tensing as he tries to figure out what he should do first. His erection brushes up against your stomach when you keen into him further, eyes rolling skyward as his fingers drag along the wall behind him. You trail kisses across his jaw until you reach his neck, nipping at the tender flesh there, eliciting a sharp groan to pop from his throat.
“Remember last time we practiced?” You ask into the junction of his neck and clavicle.
“Uh-huh,” his voice is airy and light, the tilt of his brow digging into his eyes. As if he could forget the last time you practiced. He’s been fucking his fist to the thought practically every day.
“You’ve gotta touch me. I really like it when you touch me.”
He exhales a breathy curse as he reaches to grab two greedy handfuls of your hips, careful not to sink his claws too deeply into the tender flesh there, pawing at you as though you’ll soon disappear. You’re plush and warm up against him like this. The sensation sends tingles through his extremities, zipping like the electric sting of static.
“Talk to me,” you speak into his mouth between kisses. “I wanna hear if you like something.”
Shuuichi moans heatedly, nudging his hips forward when you slot yourself closer to him, “I-I like touching you. ‘Nd you touching me. Feels good. It all feels really good.”
Your hands travel the contours of his body, acclimating him to your touch, a sudden gasp knocked out of him as your grip curls around the tent in his pants. At first, he writhes atop the wall, bucking into your fingers as your tongue laps over the pulse at this throat. Heat pools at your center when the pull of your grasp yanks this desperate keen from his chest, your lips wandering the line of his jaw, this jab of satisfaction coursing through you when he shudders.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Shuuichi?” Your question saunters to his ear, the words pluming steam from an engine into the atmosphere.
He nods his head with a quiet, “Yes.”
“Can I have it?”
He nods again, this time hastily, “Have it. Have me, p-please.”
With a grin, you increase the pressure over the pulsing bulge in your hand, sliding your palm up and down his shaft, relishing in the damp spot that’s growing at his tip. His head falls back to the wall with a thud, instinctually bucking into your touch as little whimpers catch in his throat. You switch to rubbing your thumb under a sensitive spot right beneath the head of his cock, and he slams his eyes closed, panting, a heady moan of pleasure pouring out of him.
“Stop. I need a minute, God.. ‘F you don’t stop, I’m gonna—“
“Practice is over, Shuuichi. That means you’ll need to last a while. You need to get off once before since it’s your first time,” you say to him, pointed and unwavering.
A flame’s flicker sparks at your core when you pull him from his pants, gripping him tight within your hand, smearing the precum that drips from his slit for lubrication. You aren’t sure exactly what you were expecting, but you’re pleasantly surprised. He’s got to be the biggest out of everyone, long and thick, heavy in your palm, with a trail of magenta hair leading from the base of him and up to his navel. He’s less monster fucking and more we wanted to try body paints. Not that you would care either way, if you were being honest with yourself. Seeing the look on his face is way better than anything else you could’ve asked for.
“You were keeping such a pretty cock from me all this time?” You click your tongue. “That’s not fair. Mmf, you’re really big, aren’t you? Hope you like eating pussy, I'm gonna need you to warm me up before I can take you.”
The idea alone of eating you out has him close to unraveling, that familiar plunge into ecstasy fluttering at his core. He can’t believe you’ve got your hand around his bare length like this, watching his expressions twist as you stroke him, capturing your lower lip in your teeth and cooing praises with each sloppy rut into your fist. A particularly firm press of your thumb to his slit has him arching his back off of the wall.
He smears his face with his hand, words slurring, “Fuck, I’m.. Hah—oh that feels so good.”
He sucks in air through his clenched teeth, grunting, attempting in vain to bite back a strangled whine as his vision begins to sparkle, his cock pulsing in your hand and ropes of cum splattering into your palm. He looks so spent already. So fucked-out and messy, his hair falling into his face, the rapid rise and fall of his chest a true testament to how ruined he is. His cheeks blaze crimson when you lick his cum clean from your palm all the way to your wrist. This is so goddamn filthy. There’s no way he can ever go without it again.
You hither him with your index finger and sit at the edge of your mattress, legs spread, inner thighs slick with your arousal. Shuuichi thinks for a moment about what you said before. How you like to be touched. How he needs to give you more. So he kneels in front of you, hands kneading your breasts, all blush and narrowed eyes as he licks away a bead of water that trails down your abdomen from your still-wet hair, only stopping once he reaches your sternum. He can understand why you seemed so eager to have your hands on him before. Seeing your brows slant, lips parting to release the hitch from your breath, those yummy little whines slinking out when he rolls your nipples between his fingers is all fucking intoxicating. He mouths at one dusky peak, sucking until it hardens, a string of saliva connecting from his lolled tongue as he parts from you.
“I like the way you sound when I touch you,” his voice gravels an octave lower, pupils blown out until they’re near to overtaking his irises.
“I want more,” you mewl.
“Tell me and I’ll do it. Whatever you want.”
You spread your folds with your first two fingers, eyes twitched up and needy when you tell him, “Taste me.”
It’s almost embarrassing how quick he is to follow your order, diving between your legs as if it’s the only place for him to survive. Just looking at your dripping cunt has him hardening again already.
He swallows down the knot in his throat, “Are.. are you wet because of me..?”
“I am so fucking wet because of you.”
A desperate sound racks from his chest, his stomach coiling, the way he wants you having all but grown teeth. He’s so nervous. Feels himself trembling, adrenaline skittering over his skin.
It takes every last bit of his strength to ask you, “Where do you want my mouth?”
“Here,” you rub the swollen bud at your center.
He’s gentle at first, sweeping his tongue across your clit, delicate laps teasing you in a way that’s unintentional. But when you grind yourself into his face, the vibrations of his groan tingling pleasantly, he increases the pressure, rolling the flat of his tongue more firmly in response. A pair of garnet eyes plead for your reassurance.
You trace the pads of your fingers along his shoulders, “That feels good. Ahh—you’re doing such a good job, k-keep going.”
Shuuichi takes the encouragement in stride, delving his tongue into your sopping cunt, audibly loving every second of getting to devour you like this. Needful whines and growls blossom in his chest, never having been so satisfied as he is watching your expression shift when he returns the plush muscle to your puffy clit, your moans heightening, crying out for all of the stars you’re seeing. His dick twitches at the sound.
You tap him lightly on the forearm, “I’m warmed up. Nngh, Shuuichi, fuck me.”
But he isn’t too keen on relenting just yet. Sliding his arms behind your legs, he captures your thighs within his hands, pulls them apart for better access to your pussy. He narrows his eyes, locking a possessive gaze onto you as he laves viscously over that cute little clit of yours. If you should choose to end things after you cum, so be it. He doesn’t care if he gets to lose his virginity if it means you’ll cum all over his face.
A gush of fresh arousal slicks down to his chin, and he groans through an open mouth at the realization. He’s making you all messy like this. You’re wet for him. And you’re gonna cum for him as many times as he can get you there. He flicks his tongue up and down the soft bud, his eye contact unyielding as he spreads you apart, your clit visibly throbbing at his hungry strokes. You moan his name like you mean it, like this is as carnal and debauched for you as it is for him, gripping at your bedding until your knuckles blanch. White-hot bliss washes over you, fizzing and snapping at your core, overtaking your senses, tipping you over the edge as he gives a few whiny “uh-huh”s at the feeling of you cumming beneath his tongue.
Your thighs clamp around his head, his fingers now sinking into the swell of your hips, pulling you as flush to him as he can manage. Let him suffocate this way. He’ll die a happy man.
“Shuuichi,” the husky tone has his eyes rolling back, “I’m serious. You need to fuck me. Right now.”
With some reluctance, he releases you, murmuring darkly, “I like tasting you.”
“God, it shows.. But let’s see how much you like being inside of me,” you grin, taking his length in your hand to line him up to your entrance.
His confidence is back to faltering some now, though not enough to keep himself from giving you a lusty once-over, his garnet eyes glittering as they trail your form. He inhales sharply when you tug him forward, your legs wrapping around his hips as the tip of his cock breaches you. His hands float nervously above your waist, unsure once more in such uncharted territory. You whisper sweetly for him not to be nervous, but he can feel the release he’s hurtling towards gaining on him much too soon. He throws his head back, swearing under his breath, the enthusiasm already so heavy-handed and he hasn’t even sheathed himself inside of you fully. His gaze snaps back to you, eyes like saucers. Shuuichi chews his bottom lip upon seeing himself about to slide inside of your cunt, sending you clenching around what little of him is within you.
“Ready?”
He nods, cheeks smattered pink. The second you move to sink his cock into the warmth of your drenched walls, whimpering at the stretch, he’s practically gawking at the sight of you swallowing up his length. You wriggle to accommodate the intrusive girth. Struggling to maintain his composure, he holds his breath as you ride him from atop the mattress to keep from screaming outright. He wants to bark. To howl. To let you pull him on however tight a leash you want. He’s yours. From this moment on, he belongs to you.
“Fuck,” the word is knocked out of him, laced with a moan, “how.. how are you so tight?”
His eyes fall closed, pinched beneath flexed brows, panting in ragged heaves and hips jerking unskillfully. You roll your hips, work him in and out of you as he adjusts to the rapturous squeeze of your pussy. He lets out a shaky sigh when you guide his hand to your apex, fluttering around him while he rubs you in sloppy circles with his thumb, the slacking of your jaw sending heat roiling under his skin.
“You feel so good. Yes—ngh—like that, fuck me just like that,” you mewl, quivering as his cock slams against a sensitive spot up inside of you. The fabric below where you’re joined is sopping, the face you’re making so lewd it’s bordering on sinful, pleasure-soaked and jolting each time he impales you on his cock—though the way your voice shatters would’ve given you away in spite of it all.
“‘F you don’t want me to cum, don’t say things like that,” he chokes, the low rasp of his voice causing you to shiver. His hands grasp erratically at your thighs, practically squirming, your name falling mellow and broken from his lips. “A-ahh, ’n don’t look at me like that. You can’t.. God, just fucking look at you. What the hell? F-fuck, I can’t handle it.”
“How quickly can you recover if you cum?” Your hands lock behind his neck.
“Quick.”
“Then cum inside me and keep going.”
He’s about to ask if you’re sure, but you answer before the words can escape him, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and increasing the speed at which you rut against him. It takes no time at all before his orgasm crashes into him hard, all-consuming, waves of pleasure throbbing up from his center, and he’s thrusting into your cunt down to the root as he jumps inside of you.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it,” he whimpers at your praise. “God, I love feeling you cum in my pussy like this.”
He slips himself out of you halfway, cursing under his breath at how his release drips down his length, combining with the slick of you to create this milky ring of arousal at his base. You’re pulsing over what’s transpired, and it enthralls him. His thumbs spread you apart so he can admire the vulgarity of it all.
He is absolutely beyond ruined.
You, on the other hand, are reminded of why you love fucking villains so much. He doesn’t even soften inside of you. His refractory is ignored entirely, his stamina shocking as he pistons himself back into you, a cry singeing your throat with the return of his thumb to that tight ache at your clit. The overstimulation is something he isn’t used to, a delicious burn that touches on nerves he wasn’t previously aware of. His heady whines catapult to the ceiling, the wet slapping of the mess he’s made in your cunt sure to never leave his mind again. Your eyes have grown hazy, half-lidded with lust. Locking onto them pulls another jagged moan from his mouth.
“I know I shouldn’t be makin’ sounds like this.. Y-you’re just so—nngh—so tight,” his voice is raw and breathy, low in his register from being held so long behind his teeth.
“No,” you gasp, “lemme hear you. I love all these sounds you’re making for me. So pretty. Such a good fucking boy.”
His breaths pick up, soft whines woven in between them as he rubs your hardened peak, the anticipation of your undoing stirring him up, your heels digging into his back to encourage him to thrust harder. He obliges without question, staggered curses slithering from his lips. He’s so flushed and blissed-out, his pupils dilated wide, those pitiful mewls that scoop from his throat up into his head curling your stomach in knots. You tighten around him purposefully to give an experimental squeeze. He sobs at the pressure.
“Feels so good. Hah—shit, ’s like you’re sucking me in. Gonna—oh fuck—gonna fill you up. Y-you want it? Want it in your cunt?” He’s near babbling, his words stringing together, as gauzy as his eyes have become.
“I do. I want it,” your voice trembles along with the throbbing of your walls.
“Bet you fuckin’ do,” a particularly rough thrust has you crying out for him, and he angles himself to bully the spot once more. “That feel good? Fuck,” the curse leaves him like a shaky prayer. “You look like it feels good. Looks like I’m gonna make you cum again.”
You nod fervently, “I'm there.”
“Yeah?” He presses harder into your clit, fingers so slick that his digit glides across the swollen nub, the tip of his cock nudging that ledge deep within you. “You cumming on my cock?”
He feels even bigger as you clamp around him like a vice, milking him, his breaths catching, all but weeping at the sensation.
“God, yes! I’m cumming. Oh, keep fucking my pussy, I’m cumming,” the last of your words slur and warble as you drag your nails down his back, your eyes not leaving his while you spasm around him.
He pauses for a few seconds just to enjoy the bliss, to watch you trembling underneath him, to fully appreciate this earth-shattering tremor of your center as a shiver runs through him.
"Feels.. uhnn—feels fucking amazing when you cum on me," he croons.
He grabs you by the hips, plunging deep inside of you, pounding you ruthlessly and wringing every last bit of your orgasm from your puffy cunt as his own high crashes violently upon him. You feel him pulsing, a second load of his hot cum spilling within your walls. He groans, eyes screwing shut, loitering in and out of balance from the sheer exertion of three consecutive rounds. Panting, his arms collapse, finally softening as he positions himself next to you on the mattress.
“Is,” he huffs, collecting his breath, “is sex like that every time?”
You snicker, “If you do it right.”
You card your fingers gently through his hair, careful, as though he’s spun glass. You’re so beautiful. Radiant, even, with the way your cheeks darken, hair clinging to your face and shining like spider’s silk. You smile at him genuinely. Sweetly. Softly. Like he means something. Like he’s worth doing this with.
Fuck it.
He thinks he might love you.
hot for teacher
chapter two previous
pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader
synopsis: 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.
chapter cws: phone sex -> video call sex, soft dom aizawa being soft as hell, reader being vulnerable on main and hating it, gratuitous use of pet names, dirty talk, praise kink on crack, D/s vibes but never explicitly said, he talks you through it, reader referred to as girl once
word count: 2.2k
aizawa: You’re a good writer.
aizawa: This is Shouta, by the way. Shouta Aizawa, I mean. I suppose I should have started with that.
The compliment cracks your face into a wide, goofy grin that the rest of his texts only magnifies. He's a little clumsy with this form of media, and the thought softens the edge of anxiety.
You still can't wrap your head around the fact that Shouta fucking Aizawa not only found your blog, but was actually maybe into it?
You’ve mostly known him on the periphery, a part of the school’s landscape but never someone you felt comfortable becoming casual friends with. A crush of your magnitude already made talking to him difficult enough.
Which is probably best to not remind yourself of that fact before doing whatever the fuck it is you're doing with Aizawa.
The memory of fingers rubbing circles into your palm pops into your head. His touch had instantly calmed the riot of thoughts in your head.
You stare down at your phone. Thank you is not enough to say, and yet you have no idea what else to add. You shake your head. You’re a grown adult, for fuck’s sake. Surely you can respond to a text message.
aizawa: Can I call you?
You throw your phone across your bed. One of your cats, Bao Bao, raises his head to glare at you.
"Sorry, baby." You offer conciliatory scritches. He consents while your phone buzzes from the corner of the bed.
You pick it up with far more trepidation than necessary.
"Hi." You voices sounds wild to you, all high pitched and breathy with your heart thundering so hard in your ears you barely hear him say hello back. "How are you?"
You punch a fist into the bed sheets. How are you? Fucking seriously?
"Good. Are you nervous?"
You can't help but sigh. Clocked it in one. "Unbelievably."
A pause.
"Because it's me?"
"No, it's not that." You bite your lip. "I've just..."
It’s not like you’re inexperienced. You’ve fucked plenty of guys, but never really quite enjoyed having sex with any of them, which led to you churning out fantasies online.
"I've never really done any of the things I actually like with the people I've slept with. I guess I'm worried I'll be...bad, or something."
"Do you often think about your partner's experience over your own?"
This conversation is sounding more like a clinical psychologist appointment then a get-to-know-your-fuck-buddy chat.
A horrible thought occurs to you.
What if you're some kind of experiment to him? A curiosity? Rumi might know him from his college days and vouch for him, but you don't know shit about the guy.
"You know I can hear your brain whirring through the phone?"
"Fuck." You exhale out a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm just finally realizing that I don't actually know what your intentions are. And men tend to be..."
"Manipulative pieces of shit?" he offers.
"Yeah. Something like that."
"I'm sorry. My 20 questions routine probably isn't helping."
You smile softly. "That and my anxiety. Always pushing forward the worst possible thought with little to no evidence. You're right, though. I'm usually in my head when I'm with someone. Can never get out of it long enough to actually enjoy myself."
He hums, considering. "What would help you not think so much?"
"Talking usually helps. I have a thing for nice voices."
"Do you like mine?" You swear you hear a touch of apprehension in his tone.
"Yeah," you say. "It's deep and kind of... I don't know, rumbley?"
"Rumbley," he repeats, chuckling. "I've never heard that before."
"It's a good thing, I swear."
"As long as you like it."
You have to strongly fight the desire to kick your feet up and down.
Keep it together.
Aizawa starts to speak again. "I know this is just words right now, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me so you can tell me what you like and don't like."
Your stomach swoops at the calm intent.
"Right. I - " You swallow. "I want that, too."
"Good." The single word dries your mouth up. “Do you like to be called anything specific?"
An image of Aizawa's hand collaring your throat flashes through your head, his mouth an inch away from your ear as he tells you to behave—
"Isn’t this, I dunno, boring to you?" You toss the question out in a pitiful attempt at deflection. This conversation is already too honest, too real, too close to exposing who you are to another person.
He pauses. “Why would this be boring to me?”
"You know. We’re not doing the typical phone sex stuff. We’re just…talking."
"And you don't think that's enough to interest me?"
It never has been before.
You shut out the pitiful answer.
"Sorry. In my head again."
He's quiet for a moment.
"You’re telling me you’re not wet just thinking about the things I want to call you when we’re together?"
Your whole body flashes hot.
"I mean—"
"Tell the truth, sweetheart."
It’s impossible not to be, you realize; just from his voice alone, your panties are already damp and sticky with your arousal.
"Yes," you admit, and you wish you could see the look on his face when he lets out a gentle groan.
"I don’t care what phone sex is supposed to be like, I just want it to be what we like."
Oh god, you weren’t counting on Shouta Aizawa being sweet.
"That was one," you say, cheeks on fire. How is this both the tamest and sexiest conversation you’ve ever had? "I like being called sweetheart. But only, like, if I’ve been good."
Admitting this makes you feel off-kilter. You’ve never had such a frank discussion about what you like in bed, but talking to him feels safe, easy, even if your whole body aches, demanding to be touched.
"Oh?" His voice shifts, a deeper register making that single sound strike deep in your gut. "And what do you like to be called when you’ve been bad?"
You’re pretty positive that if Aizawa called you his little whore you’d detonate on the spot.
"You must have—"
"I know what you’ve written. I want to know what you like."
There's a bite in his tone you recognize, a struggle to keep himself quiet.
"Are you hard?" you blurt out.
His chuckle is strained. "Have been this entire time. And you called our conversation boring."
You grin at the teasing. "Can I see?"
You want to, suddenly, with a desperation that knocks you flat. If he were here, you're pretty sure you'd fucking crawl on your knees to get to him.
"Tell me what you like to be called, and I'll consider it."
You tell him instantly. "Slut, whore, brat. You could probably call me your little bitch and I’d like it."
"Fuck." He sounds wrecked. "Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?"
The pet name washes over you like sunshine.
"Umm. No, actually. I was..."
Waiting for your permission.
You handed him the reins a while ago, you realize, as soon as you obeyed his command to tell the truth.
"What are you wearing?"
Your thoughts stumble.
"The truth, y/n." His voice is so low now it's almost a growl. "I don't give a fuck if you're in a teddy or a trash bag, I just need to know how to get you naked the fastest."
"A t-shirt and panties," you breathe out. Arousal makes your skin tingle and pulse, every intonation of his voice drawing you closer to the edge. Rubbing your thighs together does nothing to ease the ache.
"Shit. You probably look so fucking cute in your bed right now." You hear him grunt and then a drawer shut. Thinking about Aizawa slicking up his hands and fucking his fist drives another thrum of desire through you. "Spread your legs apart, baby, pretend I'm right in front of you. Can you do that?"
You can barely breathe you're so turned on. "Yes, I can do that."
"Good girl. Now pull your panties to the side. Tell me how wet you are."
Just the caress of your fingers on your hips and inner thigh is enough to make you tremble. A light buzzing fills your ears and the world drops away to just your fingertips gathering the slick at your entrance. You graze your clit and gasp.
"I'm - " You suck in a breath, trying to articulate the words. "I don't think I've ever been this wet. Fuck, you're not even here and I'm practically soaking through my fucking sheets."
A second later, a video notification comes through.
You answer and Aizawa's face appears, his stubble heavier than normal, eyes hungry.
"Knew you'd look fucking beautiful like this," he says before you have time to speak. His eyes rove over your face like he's mapping it.
You wriggle under the compliment, under the implication—had he thought of you, too, before the blog?
"You look so good," is the only thing you can think to say, but Aizawa doesn't seem to mind. His eyes crinkle into a small smile. It's one you almost wish you hadn't seen, its sincerity something so rarely turned toward you it nearly stings.
"Thanks, honey."
Oh, you're never coming back from this.
"You still want to see?"
Really, truly, never coming back after Aizawa pans down his stomach, passing over a dark happy trail that makes your mouth water, and angles his phone over his cock.
Your pussy clenches around nothing.
"ohmygodyou'rebig," comes out in one long rush.
His head falls back against his headboard. He sucks in a breath and you watch, mesmerized, as he starts stroking his shaft slowly. He squeezes and twists the head, a little bit more pre-cum glistening at the tip.
"You've gotta stop lookin' at it like that, sweetheart, or I'll cum like a fucking teenager." Pride washes over you at how destroyed he sounds. It's like he would push himself through the phone if it were possible. "You have something there that will make you cum fast? I'm barely holding on and I want to finish with you."
You fumble for your rose, a thought occurring to you. Normally, you'd be too embarrassed to even suggest it, but you want to with Aizawa.
"Do you want to see me?"
The sound he makes is pornographic. You bite your lip, twisting your inner thighs together.
"Yes. God yes, I want to see you."
"I know you said you wanted me naked earlier, but maybe I can leave my shirt on?"
He nods. "Yeah, baby, let's do that. It's not like I don't want to see all of you. I just—"
"Want to save some things for next time?" you supply.
"Yeah." That soft smile again, the one that feels like your heart's being set on fire. "Exactly."
You do the same general pass over your body that Aizawa did, tracing over your waist and hips, encouraged by the way his eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin. Before you turn the rose on, you sink two fingers into your pussy and slide back out, slick webbing in between your fingers.
"Jesus, you're soaking wet." You can hear the lewd squelch of his hand along his dick and the moan you let out rivals his from earlier. You're shaking you're so turned on. "Turn your rose on, sweetheart, and then come back to me. I want to see you when you fall apart."
The toy suctions against your clit. A whimper falls from your mouth, and then several more, as Aizawa's voice washes over you. You lose track of how many times he tells you how good you're doing for him, how beautiful you look, but it feels like only seconds later that you're cresting toward your peak.
"Shouta," you breathe out, gasping for breath. His eyes are fixed on you, something unnameable in his gaze. "Please please please—"
"Cum, sweetheart," he says, and your eyes fall shut, voice keening into a wail as you thrash on your bed in the fiercest orgasm you've ever had. "That's my girl, showing me how much she wants me there stuff her full. Fucking perfect, so fucking perfect—"
Through the haze of orgasm, you barely register Aizawa's own orgasm, your own name echoing in your head as he finds his release.
"That was..." you trail off. You have no idea how to describe what that was besides life-changing, but that feels a little too intense to say.
"Amazing," he finishes. "Absolutely amazing. You were incredible."
You're pretty sure your body temperature could set your bed on fire you're so pleased by the compliment.
"You know you're cute when you're embarrassed," he teases.
You groan. "Your pillow talk needs work."
You were joking, but his face turns serious. "Got it. You were okay the whole time?"
A smile takes over your face before you can stop it. "Yeah. I was great. The whole time."
"Good."
You both don't say anything, and then you realize you're just staring at him, and the comfort is starting to make your skin itch. You aren't used to this.
"I should go to bed." The time on your bedside nightstand reads 1:03 a.m. "You too if we're going to get all the exams graded before break."
"Right. Good night, sweetheart."
You fall into sleep after the call clicks off, a trace of a smile on your lips.
You don't see the email come through.
SL: TIME SENSITIVE: SPRING BREAK - DEBATE TEAM COMPETITION - CHAPERONES NEEDED
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(･ω･)つandy's notes: another outrageously self-indulgent chapter that i had SO MUCH fun writing and I really hope you all enjoy it, too!! the posting schedule is Mon/Fri, hope u follow along! <3
ALSO ALERT ALERT AIZAWA POV NEXT WEEK
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TOMURA SHIGARAKI
Psst.
Hey, come closer.
Under the rocks.
I have wisdom to impart to you.
The only rules to writing are the ones you set for yourself, so do it however makes you happy.
for Tomura’s birthday we should all share the song we associate with him that is the least connected to him or anything about him and/or the song we associate with him that he’d hate the most
I couldn't find a single serious longfic featuring Spinner from MHA, and I'm now 22 chapters into writing my own. People comment on almost every single chapter to chat about a character we don't really get to see representation of otherwise.
Same with Hound Dog. I noticed there wasn't really anything much of substance for him, and just like with Spinner, I blew through everything on AO3 immediately. Is there a huge following? No. But just like the other fic, I have someone I'm chatting with every chapter, and it's great to know there's more content now.
I don't see a ton of romance-heavy fics featuring Dabi. Guess what I'm about to do? Go write another niche fic and talk to a few others who feel the same! Genuinely, my works didn't start out very good, and even though writing is still hard/my work isn't perfect, I've improved so much while contributing to this interest.
And other people interact with me while I do it because someone out there is wanting the same thing you do 💜
the silliest people are the ones who make no content to promote their niche interests but keep complaining about popular characters/ships. you’re lazy and bitter and that’s all there is to it. “no one will interact with it—” someone will. there’s a community out there for everything. take the first step—look at it this way, if someone started posting about this interest of yours, wouldn’t that be great? why don’t you become that person? you are not automatically owed content.
If he has had sex it's been a handful of times and he's never had a relationship 🤧
I actually headcanon Hawks being a virgin. I mean, with the hero commission breathing down his neck, his never-ending hero work, and working towards his goal of creating a society where heroes have to much time on their hands our birdman just doesn't have the time. But somehow, he was given the reputation of being a playboy and doesn't understand where it came from.
*Hawks talking with Tokoyami and Dark Shadow*
Hawks: I HAVE NO HOES TOKOYAMI! THESE BITCHES DON'T FUCK WITH ME, SO WHY DO I HAVE THIS REPUTATION!?
Dark Shadow: *can't breathe and is wheezing*
Tokoyami: *staring blankly at Hawks as he continues to scream*
Oh 100% loser Tomura is the way
this is so dumb lmao but i need to speak my truth
Walmart is out here charging 5 dollars for a pool noodle.
Guess I'm a sex worker. Cool 😎
more people need to give themselves permission to write and draw pornography
Seeing Elon Musk talk about Tesla
