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aizawaskitten3 · 5 months

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NSFW MINORS DNI

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Aizawa x Fem reader!

(Rough sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, pussy eating, ass slapping, candle play, bondage, blindfolds, and “toys” )

You woke up on your birthday excited for the day you got ready and kept your hair down and you walked back to the shared bedroom with your lover Shouta and he woke up Your grumpy partner Shouta.

You smiled and started talking loudly and Aizawa chuckled and pats your head and you looked down at him and chuckled "good morning to you too love!"

Aizawa mumbles " good morning " and Aizawa gets up. He puts on a T-shirt and some shorts and has you eat breakfast before going to work once you were gone aizawa woke up Eri and Shinso

They immediately started to decorate the house and Aizawa personally decorated the room for special activities later on Aizawa called Nemuri to see if she could watch Eri and Shinso.

" ughh fine shouta just make sure She can walk in the morning " Nemuri giggled and clicked her tongue " Thanks for the reminder will" Aizawa mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck lying he planned to break your back "Ok byeeee shouta baby!" Nemuri said happily "bye Nemuri" Aizawa said and hung up.

Aizawa gets up and closes the door to the room and walks out to where Eri and Shinso were. Eri runs up and hugs Aizawa " Hello dada!!" Eri squealed "hey princess" Aizawa picked her up.

*hours later because I'm inpatient asf*

You get home at 12am and walk into the bedroom. It was quiet too quiet almost You thought and walked into the bedroom "sho I'm home-.."

Your face heats up extremely seeing Aizawa on the bed naked and smirking looking at you and you said "s-sho what is this?~"

" Your birthday surprise now are you going to sit there and stare or come in let me pound you?~" You slowly drop your pants and throw off Your shirt before walking over to Aizawa.

Aizawa pins you down on the bed pulling you into a sloppy heated kiss as you wrap your legs around him and Aizawa slides in roughly slamming in and You moan " AH!!~.. S-Sho!!~~.." You covers Your mouth and Aizawa whispered in your ear " god I love all the small sounds you make for me~"

Aizawa goes faster and deeper “baby ~ say my name you know who you belong to~"

" SHO!!~.. AHH!!~... FUCK!!~~...YOU!!!~... I BELONG TO YOU!!!~..." You cried out.

Aizawa grabs you by the neck and goes harder and harder "AHHHHH!!~~ DADDY!!~ "You grabbed his hair and pulled it.

"Cum for me you dirty slut~" Aizawa whispered in Your ear ear and started pounding into You and slapped Your ass hard making a red hand mark on it.

" MM!!~ AHHHH!!~ I-IM CUMMING!!!!~~.." You moaned loudly to Aizawa and slammed deep into You as You rolled your eyes back and you cums and tightened around his cock.

Aizawa starts cumming and groans into your ear. Aizawa wasn't finished there grabs his scarf and ties your arms to the headrest and ties you legs to the end of the bed “Baby is it to tight?” You shake your head no “It's not sho~” Aizawa places a blindfold over your eyes and grabs a vibrator and places it against your pussy and you start to wiggle around as you gasp “S-Sho!~ what are you doing~” Aizawa turns it all the way and grabs a candle and lights it “Baby~ your going to need to be quiet ~” You start moaning a little loud and you arches your back a little my clit getting overestimated “SHOUTA!!!~ AHHHH!!!~”

Aizawa pours the hit wax on your thighs and you cry out loudly and aizawa shoves your panties in “I told your slutty ass to stay quiet~ now look how dumb you look with your underwear in your mouth baby~”

Later on You and Aizawa cuddled. You were fast asleep and Aizawa fell asleep after a little while. The next morning you wake up to being alone in your bed and you start to smell food and get dressed. In your mind you thought to yourself “ Hm I wonder who cooking Shinso? Probably Aizawa?” You got up and your legs hurt and you hold onto the wall for support and limp over to the kitchen and see aizawa cooking in the kitchen making you breakfast and you kinda walk over and sit and look at him “Hey love” You said sweetly and Aizawa looks at you and Smiles “Hey baby girl” Later after you both eat you both watch movies and chill with Shinso and eri the whole day.

#shota aizawa x reader smut #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #smut #my hero academia #candle play #bd/sm kink #mha aizawa #aizawa sensei #my hero acedamia

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thewaxplay · 5 months

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Wax Session

#waxing #candle play #candles #wax play #waxplay #wax

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horny-wolf-things · 2 months

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Fun times with wax, featuring @turquoise-lily . Purple and green wax, though the green is hard to see in the light.

Low heat candles from:

#my lilypad #wax play #bd/sm kink #bd/sm blog #tattoos #tattoed girls #sexy tattoed women #tattoed babe #tattoed hottie #hot wax #candle play

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morverenmaybewrites · 4 months

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Domestic Arkham!Jason Todd Headcanons

Y’all ever think about the inherent tragedy of Arkham!Jason craving something as simple as domesticity?

How he craves the comfort of home-cooked meals, but can’t actually eat anything he hasn’t prepared himself. Because during his time in Joker’s captivity, almost everything he was served was either poisoned or rotten, and now every time he eats, it’s like he’s expecting the burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Can you imagine the frustration he must feel at his inability to share a simple meal with you?

The sudden clench in his gut when he realizes that he wasn’t there to watch you prepare the food, and despite the fact that he trusts you, he can’t help that familiar dread rising in the back of his throat.

Jason tries, for you, he tries.

But there are times, more often than not, when he feels the phantom burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth–and his body reacts before his mind does.

And suddenly he’s hunched over the sink or the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food, and it’s almost like he never left Arkham Asylum.

Can you imagine the absolute burning jealousy he feels whenever his family interacts with you with an ease he can only dream of?

Maybe it’s a movie night, during one of those rare times when Gotham City didn’t need saving, and there’s Tim and Dick and Barbara piled on the couch. And you fit so well with them–a tangle of limbs and careless laughter at a dumb joke Dick made–that it’s Jason who feels like an outsider.

Jason sits apart from all of you, the only person to pick an armchair instead of the couch, because every time he tries to sit close to someone, all he can think is whether they’re close enough to see his scars.

The table is piled high with snacks, more than the five of you can realistically eat in an evening. There’s popcorn and pizza, mozzarella sticks and pretzels, several bars of chocolate that can only be found in Bludhaven, the air is thick with the smell of grease and cheese dust.

And it’s almost like being a teenager again. Before that night and the Joker and everything else that followed.

It’s almost like being a teenager again, dizzy with the good fortune of being adopted by Bruce fucking Wayne, watching some dumb flick with his siblings when he was supposed to be training. Ordering takeout food and laughing along with Dick at Alfred’s visible disappointment as they stuff their faces.

It’s almost like being a teenager again, but not quite.

Jason watches the four of you pass around a bowl of popcorn, arguing about which genre of movie to start with. But when Barbara tries to hand it to him, he feels a sudden clot of heat in his chest, and he’s already shaking his head before he even knows why.

And he realizes, he’s afraid.

He doesn’t know who made the food or what restaurant it was ordered from, and he is sure if he asks, no one would be able to give him all of the names of people who handled it.

The burn of poison and the taste of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Poisoned cake and rotting rats. The writhing of pale white maggots against bone and glistening meat and gristle.

He doesn’t touch anything for the rest of the evening.

Can you imagine how scared he is?

Jason is so acutely, painfully aware of how exhausting it is to be with him. To be with someone you can’t even share a simple meal with.

And he wonders how long it will be before you get tired of him.

Bruce, after all, had left after he had seen the twisted thing Jason had become.

And if his own father couldn’t even stomach his presence–

And suddenly he’s hunched over again, over the sink or against the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food.

And it really is like he never left Arkham Asylum after all.

This is what he thinks, when he finally collapses on the tiles of your bathroom floor, cold sweat pouring down his face. Your presence hovering over him like a ghost, a thousand apologies pouring from your throat.

But it’s not you that’s the problem, it’s him.

It’s this awful thing in the back of his head, always expecting the next threat, the next injury, the next sick game the Joker has come up with.

It’s the fact that his days with the Joker had left him so twisted and strange that he can no longer fit into a normal life, even when he wants to.

And this is what he thinks, when you catch the way he is not watching the movie at all. But instead he is looking at his family’s faces, his chest pulsing with a jealousy so fierce it might as well have been his heartbeat.

Jason wishes–oh, how he wishes–it was that easy, that simple for him.

You disentangle yourself from his siblings–Dick had already fallen asleep, head lolling heavily on your shoulder, to pad your way to him. You sink down onto the armchair to share it with him, practically on top of him, and he marvels at the way your heat dispels the chill that has crept over him.

Your hands are small compared to his, but they are just big enough that when you lay them atop of his, he does not have to think about whether you can see the scars.

This is what he thinks, on days like these. It is something he always thinks, a small voice in the back of his head that is never silenced.

He doesn't deserve you.

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Thanks to @red--pirate for the idea!

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #arkham knight x reader #it's all right jason i've been eating the scented candles when no one is looking we're all a little weird #alexa play “my love is sick”#tw ptsd #tw poisoning #tw trauma #tw internalized victim blaming

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sictransitgloriamvndi · 2 months

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bun-fish · 1 year

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WIP update !!!

Imaginary Book Cover huehuehue

Of @noir-renard 's If You Give A Bat A Burger

(tap for better quality :)

markers and color pencils, the basics works the best.

I thought about toning down the colors (or just straight up leave it the way it is) of our resident fully-dead ghosts, but I couldn't resist adding the pink hair & boxing gloves Angela deserves ;)

there are two Yoricks in this btw

Just the Gang (in progress):

#dp x dc #iygabab #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #if you give a bat a burger #iygabab danny #iygabab angela #iygabab milo #iygabab alex #dp×dc fanart #iygabab red duck candle #iygabab ice duckie #dc batfam #Jason just wants some answers #Danny wants to help but he doesn't want to get Involved / Exposed #He is also very done #bruce is playing with blob #dami has his safety napkin (?)#bunfish can art

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castielsprostate · 2 months

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supernatural 2026 destiel but dean is immediately killed off by a torpedo through his penis after the reuniting kiss between him and castiel. jensen starts playing jorid, the secret fourth winchester brother and shoots misha collins in the iron hips for castiel to be recast by timothee chalemet (he has musical numbers now). jared padalecki is burned at the stake for unrelated reasons and his charred corpse plays sam winchester. no one notices the difference

#sjonnie.text #im having SO much fun playing with my jpeg dolls #supernatural #destiel #spn #jared padalecki #misha collins #jensen ackles #accidentally typed jensen padalecki and my candle exploded

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mrsoharaa · 24 days

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(Because I didn’t just have some decent wine myself a few minutes agooo…and I’m not a wine person lmao)

But I’m thinking about civilian neighbor! Reader who invites Miguel over graciously for a simple glass of wine and friendly dinner. Things go so smooth, generous conversations, kind offerings to prepping the appointed meal (you refuse his help since he’s technically a guest, but with Miguel being well— Miguel, he stubbornly insists that he helps you in some sort of way)— about three glass of wines in, and reader starts to get giggly and giddy. Miguel, of course finds it adorable and luring. The sweet, soft tone of your candied voice entrancing his brittle heart. Butterflies swarm within his chest and stomach, the cute wrinkles that highlighted your distinguished features immediately capturing his entire attention. Hearts almost practically forming in his radiant pools of soft sable. And god, don’t get me started how tense the man gets when the gentle touch of your right hand softly taps at his broad shoulder, gradually lingering down to the length of his flexing bicep.

That man is on edge. Fighting back every elusive thoughts and hounding admiration to consume his slightly hazy mind. Bites his lips generously as he watches the glimmering smile you contort into, feeling the heavy weight in his chest become that much more weighty and overwhelming.

And when you suddenly loose some bit of balance, while sitting on your couch (you lean a little too forward closer towards him), you find yourself holding yourself up by the bulging muscles of his firm arms. Your dazed irises meet his own, a staggered breath catches tightly at the back of your throat. The eye contact between you both intensifying. The soften touch of his wide, rough hands subtly holding your leaning weight, pupils dilating with such pliant tender and lulling attraction.

But yeahhh, that’s where my mind is rn lol

#I thought this was super intimate and cute 🥰#especially in readers apartment living room a single candle lit amongst the coffee table sitting in front of them #soft music that you both enjoyed playing ever so harmoniously in the background #things lead to one thing and yeeee ☺️💖✨#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

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bebemoon · 4 months

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when he says he's going mallard hunting with the guys and you show up at the lake the next day to fuck up the vibes by scaring away all the ducks with your loud gum-popping and continual complaints of boredom