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[blasphemyandbackshots]

wait so imagine aizawa is up all night grading tests or whatever teachers do and hes like super exhausted that he falls asleep and when he wakes up all the work is done cuz the user did it (user is also a teacher) and hes like "ily im gonna fuck you so bad" and HE DOES. pls do it IM ON MY KNEES 🥀🥀

ღ shouta aizawa x you —between papers & spread legs

It was well past midnight when Aizawa finally slumped over the coffee table. Papers scattered everywhere, lesson plans, behavior reports, seating charts. His handwriting had grown sloppy somewhere between 2 and 3AM and now the pen had fallen from his fingers completely. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He never did, but the exhaustion had won.

You found him like that, hunched and snoring softly, dark hair falling into his face. With a fond sigh, you eased the blanket off the couch and draped it over him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before sitting down beside the mess of documents. You didn’t want him to wake up stressed again. So you took over and sorted the reports, finalized his lesson notes, even highlighted key bullet points like you knew he would. You worked in quiet companionship with the sound of his even breathing and somewhere between 4 and 5AM, your body gave out too. You curled up on the couch near him and let sleep take you.

The sun was barely up when Aizawa stirred. His body ached, his mouth dry, but when his bleary eyes landed on the neatly stacked papers and then on you, fast asleep with a highlighter still tucked in your fingers, something in his chest twisted. He moved quietly, carefully, crawling onto the couch between your thighs, eyes locked on your soft, sleeping face. You were always doing this for him. Always stepping in when he ran himself into the ground.

He leaned in, warm breath ghosting over your skin. His mouth met you slow and purposeful. Soft licks, deep kisses that built and built until your hips shifted, breath catching in your throat as you stirred.

“Mmm… ’Zawa?” you whispered sleepily, breath hitching as your thighs spread for him without a second thought.

He groaned low against you, tongue working deeper while his big hands stroking your sides. “Morning,” he murmured against your skin. “Thank you… for last night.”

Then his voice dropped to that filthy, gravel-soft tone that made your spine melt, “Now let your man fuck you real good.”

You blinked yourself awake, the warm rasp of his voice still lingering in your ears. Your breath caught again when his tongue dragged slow and deep over your folds. You were soaked already, your body surrendering the second his mouth touched you. You whined softly, fingers curling in his hair, trying to focus, but he wasn’t letting you. Aizawa kissed your clit like he loved it, lips wrapping around it, sucking until your thighs trembled. His fingers slid beneath your hoodie, tracing lazy patterns on your stomach as his mouth kept working slow, thorough, like he had all the time in the world and nothing else he wanted to do.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered against you, his voice low and ruined with sleep, “always so sweet for me, even half-awake.”

You arched under his mouth, hips rolling up into him. He let you, dragging his tongue down to your entrance again, tasting you with a low groan. “Mhm… just like that. You did so good, baby. Took care of me when I should’ve been taking care of you.”

“‘Zawa,” you whimpered, pulling at his hair now, “need—please, need you inside me.”

He kissed your inner thigh, your mound, your stomach as he pulled himself up. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded, still tired but lit with something hotter now, something molten and possessive. His sweatpants were already tugged low, his cock thick and flushed, leaking at the tip.

“Yeah?” he said softly, settling between your legs again. “Then let me fuck you slow, baby. Let me take my time.”

He pressed inside with one long, delicious thrust, stretching you deep. He groaned into the crook of your neck as your body opened for him.

You moaned, legs wrapping around his hips, arms thrown around his shoulders. “God—‘Zawa—feels so good…”

He didn’t rush. His thrusts were deep, unhurried, like he was memorizing the feel of you around him. Each one hit a little deeper, a little more intense, his hand stroking up your side until he was palming your breast through your hoodie. “You feel that?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Feel how good you take me? Pussy was made for me, baby. Can’t get enough of you.”

You nodded breathlessly, panting under him as he rutted deeper and his hips started stuttering. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your mouth, whispering low between kisses, “You didn’t have to stay up for me. But you did. You always do. Gonna make you come, baby. Gonna make you feel so good for taking care of your man.”

His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles while his thrusts picked up, harder now. He was grinding so deep your breath caught on every stroke. Your climax crept up like a hot overwhelming wave and when it crashed, you cried out his name, clinging to him, back arching as your pussy clenched tight around him. He groaned quietly, hips jerking as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. “Fuck—gonna come inside you, baby. Let me—let me fill you up.”

“Please, please, yes,” you gasped, biting down on his shoulder.

He came with a grunt, spilling deep, his cock twitching inside you as he ground himself in to the hilt. His body slumped over yours, panting, sweat-slicked and warm, his hair brushing your cheek.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead. “My girl. My sweet girl.”

You smiled against his neck, arms still wrapped around him. Even after all the exhaustion, all the chaos, this was how he said thank you. With slow kisses, soft filth and the weight of his body curled around yours like he’d never leave.

[lucidpeech]

how do i say no to this (mage Viktor sighing as he finds a new timeline)

[apocalypse-shuffle]

“Adapting Accordingly” w/ Bruce•B (mcu)

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise

Bruce Banner talks you through it. Maybe he can’t participate (would rather not risk “hulking out” balls deep in your pretty dark cunt) but he can take you apart.

Bruce takes his time too, coaches himself through breathing exercises as he rubs languidly over your clit and murmurs praise into your brown skin. His big fluffy curls tickle the side of your face when he pulls you even more flush against him and starts peppering kisses down your neck in between his slick words.

It feels mean when his shaky breath brushing over your pulse makes you shutter against him and he starts teasing you about being cold; maybe he should stop and turn the thermostat down, huh? He makes you beg for him not to stop, moans into your neck as he nips at your throat, and slides his hand down so he can rub over your dark, two-toned lips then dip a little lower to circle the pads of two of his fingers around the opening of your vagina as he blushes and his glasses fog up badly enough he has to rip them off. You gasp, head resting on his shoulder and thick curls brushing over his paler skin, and Bruce chuckles.

By the time he’s slowly hammering his fingers past the knuckle into your pussy you’re gushing so much arousal it’s coated his hands in your juices (of which he can’t help but to tease you for getting him so messy) and Bruce’s eyes are just barely tinged green as he growls compliments into your sucked bruised neck.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I know Hulk manifests due to Bruce’s anger, but my reasoning here is that because Bruce is still nervous about hulking out his pulse jumping makes him panic (no matter if he’s having a good time) and if that panic sweeps him up then he starts to get angry he can’t even have some normalcy, then he hulks out. It’s less that his heart rate rising is the trigger (kind of like it is — at least on the surface — in the 2008 movie) and more that his heart rate rising makes him panic and the following anger at that fear triggers Hulk out.

Ultimately the Hulk is usually triggered due to Bruce’s stress response going off so I think this works regardless, but also this is smut so it’s really not that serious even if I’m taking it that way. Essentially Bruce has enough control not to “hulk out” but that reality is still a constant part of his life.

Or it could just be that, like in the 2008 movie, his pulse is jumping and Hulk is just reacting to that a lil bit (plus maybe the Big Guy wants to see too, idk😉). Really, I just wanted his eyes to turn green like that one scene in AOU when he’s pissed at Wanda fr; that was very sexy of Bruce.

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[octagava]

Hii! I love your art I was wondering if you could do siglai (sigma X Nikolai) in pose A1 if you don't want to that's ok. thanks

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I hope I did a good job with them, haha

[vomits0cutely]

What is it with Slytherin’s and falling for the most obvious people ever?

[silmecicle]

this is from a roleplay i did. erm… skitters away

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Imagine

☆ Loki exposing you two: ☆

Loki is watching t.v with you when suddenly you cover his eyes.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

"I'm preventing you from watching an adult scene. I know you're still 17", you answer.

The God chuckles. "I can lay with you but I can't see it on t.v?"

"Who's doing what now?!", Tony and Steve burst into the room panicking, rest of the team at their heels.

"I, Loki, am doing Y/N."

"Loki!", you hiss at your secret boyfriend who just smirks.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

mic, aizawa, bk for hcs plz 🤍

bakugo— you were kissing on his bed, clothes discarded one piece at a time and everything felt perfect. until he took his briefs off. you stared. “…katsuki.”

“what?” he growled, eyebrow twitching. “don’t punk out on me now.”

“that thing is gonna split me in half.”

he looked down at his angry red, massive cock, already leaking, veins prominent along the thick shaft. and then looked back at you with a smirk. “you’re the one who said you wanted to fuck me stupid.”

“yeah, not die trying!”

he chuckled low in his throat and leaned over you, all heat and muscle and cocky menace. “you’re fuckin’ brave, sweetheart,” he murmured against your mouth. “let’s see if that little pussy can back it up.”

and somehow, your legs opened for him. he pushed in, slowly, to his credit, but you still cried out, fingernails digging into his arms. “fuck— katsuki, wait—”

he hissed, gripping your waist. “holy shit, you’re tight, feels like you’re choking me.”

“you’re too big!”

“you’re takin’ it. you can do it.” his voice dropped roughly. “you were made for me.”

and when he bottomed out you were shaking so hard he had to pin your hips down. “you good?” he asked.

“…move.” and that was the end of you.

aizawa— the lights were low, his voice a low rasp in your ear as his hand slid down your bare stomach. “you sure you want this?” he murmured, eyes sharp but gentle. his thumb circled your hipbone as you nodded, trembling beneath him. and then he dropped his pants.

your breath caught. your whole body stiffened. “shouta—” you blinked at the thick length in his hand, already heavy and hard, flushed a deep pink with a prominent vein along the underside.

“too much?” he asked calmly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smirk.

you swallowed. “you could ruin me with that.”

he leaned in, lips brushing your jaw. “that’s the idea.”

he took his time. used his fingers first, his tongue too, soft and patient, easing you open until you were writhing, desperate, needy. and still, the moment the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, you tensed up again.

“relax.” he kissed your temple, lined up again. “let me take care of you.”

and when he pushed in carefully slow, you whimpered at the stretch, at how deep he felt already with only a few inches in. he groaned. “shit, baby, you’re tight.”

you clutched his shoulders, gasping. “y-you’re huge—i can feel you in my stomach—”

he groaned louder. “say that again.”

and when he bottomed out, your legs shook around him. you were ruined already and he hadn’t even moved yet.

present mic— he always had that cocky, loud energy until the moment his pants dropped and you saw it. “…hizashi,” you choked. “that’s not real.”

he grinned proudly, hands on his hips like a superhero. “oh, it’s real, sweetheart. think you can handle it?”

you weren’t so sure. his cock was long and thick. veiny, flushed and almost intimidating in how casually he handled it. “be gentle,” you mumbled, suddenly shy.

he knelt between your thighs with a wink. “i always start gentle. can’t have you passing out on me, unless you’re into that.”

you giggled, tension breaking just enough for him to slide two fingers in, then three, until your thighs were trembling. when he finally pressed the tip in, you gasped. hands scrambling for the sheets. “oh my god—hizashi, i feel full—”

he groaned, kissing your neck. “you haven’t even taken half, baby.” you whimpered helplessly and he laughed softly. “you’re so cute when you’re stuffed.”

and then he began to move and you saw stars. or god.

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