The costume was tight around you, feeling doubly so as people jumped and danced to the loud music. Spilled alcohol wafted in the space, mixed with other smells you weren’t interested in placing. You had a plastic sword hanging from your waist, a fake hook in your hand. You’d forgone the stuffed parrot and the eyepatch, both more of a hassle than they were worth as you danced to the music.
Synopsis: Nemuri introduces you to one of her favorite tattoo artists and you finally take the leap to get the tat you’d been wanting. But who would’ve thought you’d lose yourself in how attractive the artist was? You just hope he’s actually flirting with you and you’re not reading too much into his actions.
Warnings: nsfw content; reader has longish hair; aizawa’s a bit of a mean tease but still soft at times, Aizawa fucks you in the shop, possessive Aizawa, sexual tension & teasing, dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, detailed fantasies, fingering, anal (fingering), semi public sex, nipple play, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, creampie mentioned
Word Count: 6.8k
A/N: been a while since I’ve written for Aizawa. Hope y’all like it. Sorry if I got any of the tattoo information/process wrong.
The first time you met Aizawa was when your friend Nemuri went to do the first of three sessions for their thigh tattoo. They’d talked you into setting up an appointment with one of their favorite artists so you could finally get the tattoo you’d been planning the last four years. You agreed after seeing the work he’d done on her. He agreed to meet with you while Nemuri got her tattoo.
Synopsis: After you rush inside, the first thing you do is call Nemuri. Cause, who else can you talk to about kissing and being rejected by your super hot professor than your best friend?
Warnings: sexual tension, lots and lots of sexual tension. Does watching a sex scene in a movie with Aizawa next to you count as a warning? Dirty talk, kissing ;), angst if you squint
A/N: Here’s the final part of the first chunk! I plan on starting the next chunk soon, I just have to finish outlining that part! I’ll keep y'all posted :) Regardless, I hope y'all enjoy this part!
Soaked once more, you stood with your back against your front door, water dripping from your body as you dropped your head back with a loud thud. Why in god’s name had you decided to kiss him? Something twisted in your chest, and you felt like your world was imploding. Your hands trembled, and your face felt like lava was seeping from it.
It was meant to be dinner, chatting, and then home. Some schmoozing with heroes and the press, then you’d be on your way. But Midnight had some bad shrimp and Hizashi was already not feeling well, so they left early. And Hizashi was Aizawa’s transportation. So when the night dragged on and the conversations grew stale, you nudged the Erasure Hero and asked if he wanted to get outta there.
Bondage with Aizawa’s Binding Cloth - Kinktober Day Five
Aizawa x Reader (NSFW)
Synopsis: Nezu asks you to drop some paperwork off at Aizawa’s room in the teacher’s dorm and when his door is left ajar and he’s nowhere to be seen, you take it upon yourself to examine his weapon of choice. Problem: Aizawa comes back from showering at the precise moment you wrap the thing around your wrists.
A/N: I went a little overboard with the word count on this one, sorry. This was supposed to be 500 words. Anyway, enjoy Day Five of Kinktober!
See, you hadn’t meant to linger in Aizawa’s room while he was out. What you’d meant to do was drop off some paperwork per Nezu’s instructions and go on with your night. You were expecting Aizawa to answer the door in his hero costume, grunt a thank you, and sulk back into his room. What you hadn’t been expecting was his door to be left slightly ajar, a lamp lighting the dimly lit dorm, and his binding cloth left laying on his bed.
Summary: Aizawa can’t get enough of you when you wear his shirt. Especially when it’s just his shirt. And you get the bright idea to send him a steamy picture of just that while he’s at work. Things, however, don’t go quite as planned when Aizawa shows up later to show you exactly what’ll happen if you do something like that again.
There was always a fifty-fifty chance of how Aizawa would behave in the bedroom. It was like two ends of the spectrum. Sometimes he’d maintain his sleepy, lazy persona and fuck you with slow thrusts, watching you come undone beneath him, listening to you beg for just a little bit more. Other times, he’d have your hands pinned behind your back, face pressed into your pillow to muffle the raw moans tearing at your throat, as he absolutely drilled into you without mercy. Usually, you could tell which mood he was in. But tonight, when he sauntered into your apartment with the same unreadable tired expression, you were left clueless.
Synopsis: You’re shelving books like normal at work when a new face comes into the store. And in a small town where everyone knows each other, a new face really stands out. Especially when it’s one that makes you burn in ways you never have.
Warnings: nsfw, fluffy, and a smidge of angst content; lots of dirty talk, sexual tension, virgin!reader, reader has a praise kink, bit of humiliation/dabi mocks the reader, dabi really fucking likes messing and teasing with the reader like all the time, semi-public foreplay & almost getting caught, fingering, clit & nipple play, oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, smidge of overstimulation, dabi likes to bite the reader sometimes, choking, dabi’s sweet sometimes, and first time sex for reader/dabi has a virginity kink
Word Count: 19k
A/N: Bad boy Dabi has taken over my thoughts. I would absolutely die for this man.
Dabi’s eyes were sharp—they always were. He was always observing, studying his surroundings like he was waiting. For what, you never knew. But he was always watching. And he watched you.
i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers
i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently
