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A Soft Place to Land
Pairing: Aizawa x AFAB!Reader
TW: Realistic sex, insecure reader, struggle with shame and self-loathing; difficulty orgasming; use of vibrator; it’s about the healing and healthy relationships 🤌🤌
Word Count: 2845
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It was finally happening. You were with Shouta, clothes long-since lost to impatient hands and hot kisses. It was everything you hoped for, your body burning hot with desire. Shouta’s rough hands caressed every inch of you as his teeth nipped and nibbled a love letter of marks from your ear lobe to your shoulder.
You gasped as his fingers dipped between your legs, and he growled in satisfaction at the slickness he found there. He took his time, carefully rubbing circles along your clit as he devoured the moans from your tongue.
He didn’t slip his fingers in until you began to buck into him, your body beckoning with every roll of your hips. Even so, he only allowed to the first knuckle of two of his thick fingers, allowing your body adjust to his presence. He paused in his kissing and pulled away just enough to watch the hazy lust in your eyes as his fingers slowly entered, inch by searing inch until he filled you. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders. You felt the muscles ripple beneath your touch as he drew his fingers out slowly, and entered you again, this time curling his long digits against your sensitive walls. It pulled a shudder from your lungs, your breath shaky as you stared up at him with teary eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.
Your breaths began to come out shaky, and you could feel the need in you swell, but you knew... you knew this wouldn’t be enough. You didn’t just need his touch; you needed him, all of him.
“Please...” you begged.
It was all you needed to say. Shouta understood.
Of course, he did. The way he seemed to understand your tone, your body language, even the rhythm of your breath – he understood you as if he’d studied you for years, cataloguing every minute detail of you until he was sure he understood you as easily as he understood himself.
Shouta’s gaze on you softened, a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, like a secret he only wanted to share with you. He lowered his lips to yours, trapping you in a tender kiss as he slowly withdrew his fingers from you.
Your hand found him, holding the girth of him hard and heavy in your palm as you gave affectionate strokes to his cock. You could feel every detail against your palm – the veins that arched and curved along his length like tree roots, the slightest curve of his shaft like a flower stretching towards the sun, the precum beading on his tip that you smeared with your thumb to coat the smooth, flushed head.
His eyes were half-hooded, his mouth parted as he steadied his breaths as he let himself relish in your attention.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, his tone teasing. His voice was hoarse, deep, as if the power you held in your hands controlled every fiber in his body, drawing him tight like a bowstring.
You smirked up at him, playfully. “Appreciating.” You replied.
He gave a small grin back at you, and slowly lowered himself to hover over you as your hand continued its steady strokes. Soon you were framed beneath him, his forearms propping up most of his upper body weight while his fingers gently twined in your hair. With Shouta now in the perfect position, you silently lined him up with your entrance and slowed your stroking to stare up into his eyes.
“You sure you want this?” he asked, his dark gaze penetrating you.
His beauty stunned you – the framing of his dark locks that tickled your cheeks, his jawline covered in stubble, and his eyes...
They were dark pools whose depths threatened to swallow you whole and drown you. And yet, they were also vulnerable, framed in the slightly drawn eyebrows and penetrating gaze that demanded truth. Nothing but truth.
You bit your lower lip and nodded. With his cock still gripped in your hand, you brushed the tip of him against your folds invitingly, watching as his breath hitched and his eyes closed briefly as he fought for control.
“I’m sure,” you whispered.
He kissed you heavily then, warm lips capturing yours before leaving your open mouth to mark a trail of kisses along your jaw line until he reached the lobe of your ear.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, his breath tickling your skin and sending goosebumps down your skin as your heart raced.
You gave a small nod, and he kissed you again, his tongue caressing yours as he began to enter you.
You gasped at the stretch, the burn making your thighs shake, and he hesitated for the slightest moment, his eyes catching yours with a silent question. But you egged him on, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you so you could deepen your kiss. He moved one hand to raise your thigh against him and continued, slowly, pulling out the slightest fraction only to push deeper. Out, and in. Out, and in. The thickness of his cock rode on the slickness of your walls, stretching, stretching as your body gave way to him. With every inch, he claimed more, demanded more, until you were utterly his, his cock filling you to the brink as he bottomed out in you.
For a moment you both lingered, relishing in the feeling of the closeness. Every sense was satisfied, from the touch of your bodies, the sounds of your breaths, the scent of your intimacy. You felt him everywhere – every crevice, every nerve. The ache was torturous yet fulfilling, the feel of Shouta’s heavy body against yours suffocating and yet safe. You closed your eyes, allowing your other senses to wash over you. Touch, sound, smell... It was a moment held frozen in time, Shouta’s nose barely brushing yours, his lips a hair’s width from your own as you trembled beneath him, vibrating with anticipation.
Then, Shouta’s grip on your thigh tightened and slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out until only his tip lingered.
A breath, an exhale.
Then he pushed into you again, this time a little bit faster, a little more certain. It was less patient but still careful – always careful. With a meticulous dip of his hips, he not only filled you completely without hurting you, but pulled a hungry moan from your parted lips.
He was your rock, letting you grip him as your back arched in pleasure, your fingers tangling into his hair.
Again, he pulled out slowly, only to meet you swiftly on his return, your bodies crashing together with greater force than before. Another shock of pleasure, another gasp, and a clench of your slick, swollen cunt around his girth. His own grunt met yours like an echo, a primal call between two bodies.
I’m here.
Gradually, he eased into a steady pace, your thigh still propped up by his strong, calloused hand as he buried his face into your neck, his hot breath panting across your skin. And you gripped him in return, your teeth clenched into his shoulder, the salt of his skin dancing across your tastebuds.
It felt divine, heavenly. Every drag of his cock across your walls had you wanting more, every graze of his base against your clit had you writhing, hips grinding for more, more, more. You could feel your body begging, calling, chasing that elusive finale, the one that always seemed to vanish from your grasp whenever you felt yourself get close.
Maybe this was it. Maybe it would finally happen. And who better to have it happen with than Shouta? You loved him. You loved him, more than you’d loved anyone. And you knew he loved you too. Surely that had to count for something. Surely it would make a difference.
But it didn’t. Instead, the pleasure lingered, teetering, fading in and out of focus, so close and yet so far away, just like it always had.
A deep frustration welled in your chest, as you fought tooth and nail against the rising tide of disappointment.
Why? What was it not happening?? You could feel yourself hovering on the edge, waiting for the plunge. You wanted it, craved it.
A cold fear began to creep down your spine, the panic settling like poison in your gut as you felt the impending orgasm start to slip away. The pleasure faded to a numbness, and you began to lose your focus, the closeness you’d been feeling a moment before slipping through your fingers even as you continued to cling to Shouta’s body. You could feel yourself separating from the moment, like a ghost trapped in a stranger’s body, observing what was supposed to be an intimate, powerful experience with a vague detachedness.
You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to slip away, to sink beneath your fear and insecurity. You didn’t want to be swallowed by your self-loathing for a body that couldn’t seem to give you want you wanted.
And worst of all, you didn’t want to disappoint Shouta.
The forbidden thought of faking your orgasm popped into your mind, to spare him from having to carry the weight of your shame, to let himself be consumed by a failure that wasn’t his fault.
But you dismissed it instantly. He would notice. And deep down you knew that would hurt him more than just being honest.
Tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes, and your body stiffened, no longer joining Shouta’s thrusting hips and hot kisses.
Shouta noticed instantly of course, and immediately stopped, propping himself up on his elbows to look into your eyes. His gaze stripped you bare immediately, and thick, heavy tears began to dribble down your cheek.
His brow was furrowed, and he immediately pulled out of you. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head and wiped at your eyes. He sat up and pulled you up with him, his hands never letting go of yours.
“No, no.” you sniffed. “It’s not you. I just... I can’t...”
Your words faltered, humiliation trapping your tongue in a heavy silence. Years of experience told you to prepare for disappointment, to prepare for scoffing, for a snide remark or a hurt ego. It didn’t matter that this was Shouta in this moment, the one man who would do none of those things. It was the only reality you’d known, and in that moment, you couldn’t imagine any different.
But the hurtful words never came. Instead, he waited silently, his hands now rubbing your arms in soothing strokes, giving you time to gather your thoughts and feelings.
You tried again. “I can’t.... you know....” You fiddled your fingers nervously, your eyes avoiding Shouta’s.
Realization dawned, his hands pausing in their stroking.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asked.
The question was simple, direct, to the point, his voice calm and patient.
Your head tilted further down. “No... not with a partner.”
Shouta hummed thoughtfully. “What about by yourself?”
“Um, yeah... but only with my vibrator. But like... I didn’t want to, you know...”
“What?”
“Well, usually guys don’t like it when I bring it out. Like it makes them feel bad, like they can’t, you know, take care of me.”
Shouta frowned in disapproval, his eyes narrowing. Then his expression softened as he took in your defensive posture – hunched shoulders, arms crossed protectively over your exposed chest. He took your hand and put it onto his jaw. “Do you have it with you?”
Your eyes finally met his, wide with shock. “Y-Yeah, but you don’t have to- I don’t want you to think-“
Shouta gave a soft smile with a gentle breath of a laugh. “Don’t worry about me. It helps you, right?”
You nodded.
“It makes you feel good?”
You nodded again.
“Then that’s all I care about.”
You stared at him silently, as your world rearranged itself around the existence of him, this one man shattering everything you’d been forced to believe. Slowly, the heavy weight of years of shame began to lift from your chest.
“So,” he said. “Where is it?”
Your eyes glanced at your nightstand. “In the top drawer... in the black velvet bag.”
He planted a gentle kiss on your lips, your face framed in his strong hands, before he opened the drawer and retrieved the item.
“Lay down.” He said huskily.
You obeyed him, watching silently as he removed the vibrator from its bag. He turned it on, starting at the lowest setting. He watched it buzz for a moment before turning his eyes to you with the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.
He gently laid the toy across your clit, and you gave a small, happy gasp.
“Hmm...” he hummed and danced the silicon nub around your labia before returning back to your sensitive bud. Your hips wiggled down slightly as you got more comfortable on the plush mattress.
“What setting do you like it on?” he asked.
Before you could even answer, he increased the power to the next level.
You hummed as he applied more pressure, but it quickly faded as he removed it slightly, drawing delicate circles around your wet entrance.
He was teasing you. He was enjoying this. And for the first time, so were you.
“Um...” you slurred around a heavy, wet tongue. “Usually on max.”
Shouta raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “Max, huh?”
He pushed the button again, sending the power up even higher as he rubbed it in slow, firm circles over your clit.
Your back began to arch as pleasure began to shoot through your veins, heat building between your legs. Shouta’s erection was quickly returning, precum dripping eagerly.
“More...” you begged, your eyes squeezed shut.
He obliged and increased the power again.
Once your hips began to buck, Shouta took your hand in his and placed it over the handle of the vibrator.
“Hold that for me.” He whispered against your lips. You obeyed, your eyes fluttering open just in time to see him give a couple of strong strokes to his cock before pushing into you again.
This time, your body gave way to him eagerly, and he slipped in easily. The added pressure of him being in you combined with the power of your vibrator encased you in a fortress of pleasure from which there was no escape, your body held captive.
Shouta began thrusting again, slow at first, but now your cunt was dripping, clenching around him, begging for more.
You could feel it building, quickly, with the swiftness of a great storm across ocean waters. Every fiber of your being began to tense, crackling across your skin like lightning, eager to conjoin with the man who was above you, in you, everywhere all at once. He was magnetic, he was power, and you wanted to lose yourself to him, to let your thoughts fall away leaving only feeling, only pleasure.
“Please,” you begged. “Don’t stop...”
He thrust harder then, his face once again buried into your neck, hot breath coating your flesh as his teeth grazed your skin.
The crescendo was fast, the peak higher than you’d ever reached on your own. You came like the cracking of thunder, your body bucking, your lungs gasping. It washed over you, dismantled you until you felt like disembodied energy, a floating soul tethered to Shouta by a golden, heavenly thread.
Shouta wasn’t far behind you, his hips pounding into powerfully as you rode out the traces of your orgasm. He gave a deep heavy grunt, a gasp, and with a final buck of his hips he emptied his seed into you, letting it coat your walls, claiming you. He rode out his own orgasm with a few more thrusts until his hips stuttered with a final, deep thrust.
For a moment, he was still, buried to the hilt, his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder as he let his pounding heart slow, let his own tidal waves of pleasure recede back into a low hum.
Then he kissed your neck as he took the vibrator from your hand and turned it off. He set it aside on the bed and nestled his head against your chest as he let himself soften in you, unwilling to separate his body from yours.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head tenderly.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
“Hm.” He replied hazily, sleep already starting to overtake him.
You squeezed him tighter in your arms. “Shouta... I mean it. Thank you.”
He lifted his head then, his dark eyes taking you in. And this time, you were happy to be seen, to feel vulnerable.
A soft smile crept across his stubble-framed lips as he noticed that you didn’t shy from his gaze.
“You’re welcome.”
Then he kissed you gently and laid his head back onto your chest as your fingers began to comb through his hair and trace invisible shapes along the muscles of his back.
#goddamn it I forgot tags#Aizawa x reader#shouta x reader#shouta smut#aizawa smut#soft aizawa#realistic intimacy#tw:insecurities around sex and orgasming
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you know i really owe terror fic writers so much for opening my mind to the possibilities the world has to offer. never in my life before now did i think that "your dick doesn't work and i've puked blood on you more times than we've kissed" could form the foundations of a beautiful relationship between two people. now i can't enjoy a fanfic unless the characters are vulnerable with each other in ways so undignified and grotesquely honest that it somehow circles back around to being erotic.
#🐉#'gross' intimacy my beloved#i mean i always liked my intimacy and relationship dynamics a little bit rough at the edges#and realistically imperfect but the stuff ive read recently has made me realize just how limited my vision actually was#emeto mention
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how delusional can you be as if it's disrespecting
#messyr#ok? is there something wrong with how I cope in media bro#look- if this is about the whole aroace thing- I DO respect it- I'm cupio myself. But this is fiction-#realistically speaking there is no harm. they don't feel. they are NOT REAL DAWG#the community can cry about it but who are we really entertaining here lol#im probably missing smth but I try my best not to draw much intimacy or any seggsual stuff at all or that I keep it to myself or#private media#I'm just trying to enjoy things and Ik im not hurting nor disrespecting anyone. let's not make it a bigger problem- ight?
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imagine if the last tomgreg lines of the show are just something like. they're at some function that's getting tense and they go "hey... you wanna get out of here?" "yeah, i think so"
#thus alluding to intimacy that takes place afterward AND symbolizing hope that they'll escape waystar fully someday. together#this is prob more realistic than them ACTUALLY escaping by the finale lol#tomgreg#mine
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people I want to know better!
i have a tumblr crush on @spacexcowgirl for tagging me in things <3
last song: The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies
fave color: navy blue rn but i'm a green girl through and through
last film/show: saw All of Us Strangers last week and let me tell you, seeing that normal boy run his hands up the hot priest's thighs changed me
sweet/savory/spicy: my first thought was 'where is sour?' so i'm being cool and quirky and choosing that!
relationship status: single and attempting to mingle
last thing i googled: Captive Prince...and i am intrigued
current obsession: okay OKAY today it's evan rosier, the other day it was partyvan, the other other day it was jarty. so i think that equals rosekiller maybe??
last book: A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara...i haven't been able to read a book since, yeah
looking forward to: i got a notification that there's space for me to take a ceramics class at the art school i work at today! i took one in the fall and fell in love with it. made some weird abstract sculptures (and mugs ofc; a ceramics class canon event) and i'm excited to get back in the studio :)
no pressure tagss | @drunktayloratthevmas @otrtbs @straaawberrry @sophsicle @prosemoon <3
#tag game#the hollies#rosekiller#a little life#ceramic art#andrew scott and paul mescal are cruel for that movie honestly#and oh god watching interviews of them talking about sex scenes and the impact of showing realistic and raw physical intimacy in film/tv??#father please
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New Rose Hotel (1998 Dir. Abel Ferrara)
#new rose hotel#abel ferrara#willem dafoe#asia argento#not ... my favorite ferrara so far but movies about transactional intimacy and capitalism driven alienation don't usually tick all my boxes#did love the realistic cyberpunk production design#which essentially made everything look like it does now anyway#my caps
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feel like timelords should molt. feel like they should slough off their entire skin at least once a regeneration like a snake. you wander the tardis and come across like,, the pile of clothes on the chair that looks like a person in the dark except it is Not That
#theres a lizard alien character in uhhhhh the long way to a small angry planet#whos great and they molt and it's like#they go to the ship doctor/cook (just realised how that may be a unfortunate combination to specify while talking about this but we're gonna#power through) and they like. have a special brush and stuff and help them pull all the dead skin off#the way it's written it'slike. god that would feel so nice and satisfying#realistically i guess the doctor would be more like that#however for full horror potential i want the whole skin to stay in like one or two pieces#like with a snake#so that youve got this ghost of a body#thats just skin#i think that would fuck#sorry im back on my bullshit#im procrastinating opening premiere pro bc im afraid it wont work#on the other hand theres also fun fic potential in having someone massage all the dead skin off of you#hashtag intimacy#thats actually maybe a little alien thasmin fic i could write#and post#most of the alien doctor thasmin fic ive written is Very Gross and Not Suitable For Posting#but this is like. kinda sweet
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unclear if i have a blood/violence kink or if pain is just the only way i know how to experience love after my last two relationships and it falls so far out of normal concepts of love that the only way to define it is as a kink
#i guess i think it’s what i deserve#before my ex i wanted soft and sweet vanilla sex#but now the only intimacy i can imagine is literally being beaten to a bruised and bloody pulp#the concept of aftercare is great but realistically i’d just be left on the floor crying#it’s what i deserve#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ jasper jabbers ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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What Sex and The City Did & Didn't Teach Me About Love - Part 1: Looking for Matrimony in the Bedsheets
I have been in bed sick for the past 2 days, and with yet another lonely Valentine's Day just around the corner, I figured I'd give in to temptation and finally start watching Sex and The City. I know it's a show full of bullshit depictions of New York, love, and womanhood, but even the fictional glamor of this show can't ignore the very real frustrations of dating in a big city as a young professional.
For the sake of positive manifestations though, I'll mention that I am at the happier part of the show; Carrie and Mr. Big are still broken up but she's finding herself and having mostly positive experiences with other men (which in the end is preparing her for a happy marriage with Big, so.. good stuff still?) - but Miranda and Charlotte are learning more about themselves and breaking down barriers while also respecting their boundaries now that they're in healthier relationships.
And the inspiration for this post - my roommate's boyfriend is secretly plotting their engagement!
For the past few months, he has been acting hella odd; I was worried maybe he was cheating on her, but it didn't add up to the clues or his character as a person at all - it's what we all are taught to erratically fear and assume whenever something seems different from a partner, even if all the signs suggest the polar opposite of that.
Honestly, I'm so glad I'm binging the show now as a 23-year-old with adult friends in healthy relationships and missed it when I was 15 and all my high school friends held that and What to Expect When You're Expecting as the gospel for what to expect in adult womanhood. Because, like I said, though there are some realistic depictions in the show, most of it is over-dramatized and/or over-glamorized - and there's a lot that this show gets completely wrong about real love, sex, and relationships.
For instance; not every woman has to get heartbroken, betrayed, or objectified over and over again before meeting the right match and settling down. In the show, all 4 main characters go through more than 10 guys each season in the first half of the series - which is totally fine and dandy if that's a lifestyle of your choosing and not a self-destructing habit made out of desperation. Unfortunately, I think the show perpetuates a narrative that says casual/non-committal sex occurs among women because they are desperate to find matrimony in the bedsheets rather than because women enjoy sexual liberation.
Charlotte is almost made fun of for her strict rules about sex and intimacy, and always focuses on the future of marriage whenever considering a relationship with a guy. Miranda has a pessimistic attitude about love and relationships for the majority of the series but is then delightfully surprised as she begins to unpack her anxieties about love and regains control of her life through therapy and self-realization.
Compared to my real-life friends who are in healthy committed relationships/marriages, Carrie Bradshaw and her friends got most of it very wrong; most of my friends in happy relationships did not date/have sex with a dozen men; actually, most of my friends are marrying their first serious love - some of which have been together since high school.
The truth is we as women (and/or non-binary feminine people, I'm still learning how to write more inclusively) should not be desperate for a loving long-term relationship! It should be ok to have consensual sex and not want or expect anything else from it. And it should be ok to keep boundaries that cock-block casual sex - and to communicate those boundaries to potential partners.
Overall, I guess my roommate's upcoming proposal and binging the first 3 seasons of Sex and The City got me to realize that when it comes to love and happy relationships, there's no one-size-fits-all expectation - as long as y'all respect each other and love each other truthfully, I think you're doing it right.
#sex and the city#satc#carrie bradshaw#mr big#carriesatc#sex and dating#sex and intimacy#relationship#relationship advice#dating advice#dating tips#loveversusreality#realisticlove#realistic#caffeinejournalist#coffeegirl
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With all the hot takes going around about L/okius and S/ylki I’d like to add my own which is L/oki shouldn’t be “in love” with either of them bc they’ve all know each other for like two days. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk
#interested in them? casual intimacy? yeah sure!#in LOVE? give me a break#no offense if you ship either do what you want#what I’m annoyed about is the show itself and how it portrays the relationships#it’s not realistic#fanon on the other hand doesn’t have to be realistic#basically people using canon as a way to get annoyed about the ships#yes it’s annoying and not realistic but neither is your ship#dot txt
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Hi stupid ramble in the tags plz feel free to Please Don’t Look At Me
#ughhhhhh man idk I just have been kind of in my head about dumb stuff#like how badly I want to love and be loved#how much I long for a silly sweet romance but I’m also#so scared??#I think a lot about my own inexperience#I’ve been in one shitty relationship and didn’t exactly learn much#like idk I just don’t know how to do the whole romance thing#how to flirt how to show interest without overstepping but also without being too vague/seeming like I don’t care#I don’t have experience with communication#I don’t know what is too much or too little#I LOVE acts of service but I don’t want to be one of those people that love bombs#I don’t know how to read intentions and wants very often#I want to hold hands I know that but how do I know if someone else does? if it’s too much to ask?#I want to kiss someone but how do I know if it’s okay to ask? or if I’m just going to overstep and make someone uncomfortable?#hell how the fuck do you kiss someone#what if I’m just really bad at it#like it’s silly but I’m so scared of my own inexperience#and I know realistically that these are things I’ll learn#and relationships aren’t perfect and I’ll inevitably make someone uncomfortable and vice versa#people mess up and no one is perfect#but idk I just feel like a train wreck#I want romance and romantic intimacy so bad but I don’t know how to do it or how to reach for it#it’s just something that’s been on my mind lately I guess idk#just *sick* with longing and I don’t know what to do with all the affection bottled up in my chest#I want to love and be loved so fucking badly it hurts#(and like. I know romance isn’t the end all be all of life#but man if I don’t crave it anyway)
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Longtime Sunshine
Somewhere near the city
Surrounded by rapid transit stops
Where we can design our own forest
Within the square footage of a cottage home.
The living room:
Chairs styled like theatre-in-the-round
And a grand piano at center stage
With ferns and minimalist decor
Surrounding our windows.
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#cottagecore#dailyprompt#dailyprompt-1907#fairy home#future home#home#intimacy#lesbian#love#poem#Poetry#realist fantasy#seattle
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nostalgic sweetness is so cute. i'm very in love with zayne love and deepspace
#he's so husband#mc being the reason he likes sweets and old popsicles crying#zayne and mc's relationship is actually something i am very fond of. there's space for banter and sassiness but he's also just incredibly#caring. i love the way they communicate so healthily and create a safe space to talk when things aren't feeling right too#plus the fact the game doesn't shy away from exploring intimacy in a casual and realistic way. he respects mc so much but he can also be#quite passionate in the right environment and with mc's consent. i just love them very much#i want him to be happy#this man has so much love in his heart#and i don't mean romantic only#he deserves so much#this game has created a really cool think about zayne's lore without crying challenge... i'm failing it and i'm not even up to date with it#anyways random zayne post because i need to externalised my love for him somewhere#i'm very excited for tomorrow hopefully i get lucky and get his new card :D
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The 141 finding out you've never had sex.
Just casually drinking, playing cards. A joke causes it to slip out.
body electric: the virgin edition
Gaz, the instigator, mutters something about not having been fucked in ages. this springs up a sudden surge of comradery, because, yeah. neither have they.
Soap's devote Catholicism (i like to imagine) leaves little room for flippant intimacy. he tries to be a good boy. key word, of course, being: tries. but the last serious relationship was years ago. back when he was grunt. he's pent up. abstinence, yeah? he holds it tight in his hand. but the thing about fists is that they're often mistaken for anger. Soap's a realist masquerading as an optimist. he knows whoever falls into his jowls next will be a MacTavish by the time he's through with them. and commitment. well. his comes at a price. a hefty one.
Ghost prefers casual flings where he doesn't have to take any clothes off. unzips his trousers, frees his cock, and then tries to pretend he's a real, flesh and blood, human. to feel something, anything, except a vacuum between hollow bones. but his tastes are peculiar. on the side of unhinged. he hasn't found the perfect body yet satiate himself with.
Price. well. with his bloody hands, he thinks he'd rather not dirty the same people he swears to protect. and divorcing at the age of 30 does that to a man, maybe. his role as a captain (an excuse in retrospect) also keeps him from unleashing his wants. the very same ones that are probably best under lock and key, anyway. it's just for the best, really. something he ought to do because the moment he has another chance to sink his teeth into someone's neck, he'll tear them apart. break them into pieces.
despite bringing it up, Gaz knows the real reason he's single is because he's pushy. he wants. so he takes. and then takes some more. more. more. until his gullet is full of the person he's obsessed with. carrying them around in his breast pocket everywhere he goes. the perfect mate. the one he can shower with unfettered affection. a deluge, in all honesty. one with the ideation to drown. biblical floods. trapped beneath him. he likes it more than he should, but. singedom, then, he supposes.
and then you roll the dice. admit, sheepishly, that, technically, you have them all beat. zero is always lesser than five, ten, twenty. but it's this misstep—zero, never—that catches their attention.
suddenly, you're not surrounded by kin but a pack of wolves. all hungry in their own ways, all starving. it just makes sense to quench their hunger with you, doesn't it? friend, ally. pretty little thing. so sweet for them. and perfectly mouldable. putty they shape to their hearts desire. the perfect mate.
Soap grips his rosary. the sign of the cross, heavenly Father and Holy Spirit, digging into his palm like the burn of a baptism. what's devotion if not pain? he cuts himself on the gold. offers blood of the sacrament to whoever might be listening, and leans in, sniffing.
Price's knuckles are white. he leans back, hidden in shadows. all you can see is spark of burning orange from his cigar as he takes mouthful after mouthful of smoke, contemplating. assessing.
"that so?" he doesn't even need to look at his Lieutenant to know that the man has gone still. too bad for you, it's not from shock.
Ghost barely holds himself back. keeps tight in his seat. fists clenching. unclenching. he has a good enough read on the people around him to see the unfiltered desire ripping across their face. scorching. but to bite, with his mouthful of jagged, seraded teeth; ones meant to rip, break, tear, would ruin you. permanently. unequivocally. and—
"wanna give it a go?" all eyes turn to Gaz, electric in his seat. eyes smouldering umbre. "i mean, you trust us the most, don't you?" us. it's stunning, he thinks, the way Gaz can weave tapestry in the air like this with just his words. one tangled like shibari binds. "and we care for you a lot. we'll be gentle. it's up to you, of course, but—"
Soap's bloody hand disappears under the table. you gasp. "yer askin' fer it, ain't ye? beggin' so pretty fer it."
"n-no, i—"
"mind your manners." Price. his voice is chiselled into char, authoritative; low. a lulling command spoken in a breath of smoke. "and don't lie, love. or i'll have to take you over my knee."
the tension is thick. Soap's arm moves, slow. deliberate. Ghost has clench his jaw to avoid bearing his teeth. snarling.
Gaz cuts it with a knife. hews compliance into your skin with a fine needle point. "it's okay. we'll take such good care'a you. make you feel so good."
your submission is a heavy thing. oppressive. the shallow dip of your chin, the blistering heat simmering under your flesh, burning right, is the prettiest fuckin' thing he's ever seen. he does clench his jaw this time. tight, tight. tight
until something pops.
"okay." you yield. head bowed. beautifully submissive.
when he looks around, catches the predatory crackle in the air. his hackles raise. immediate. instinctual. and ah, right.
it's easy to forget he's surrounded by a wild pack of stray dogs. starving ones, too.
#141 x reader#my grandpa is going into town and im going w hin so i wrote this on the way sorry for the mistakes
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Writing a romance scene between friends-turned-lovers
1. Build Tension and Chemistry:
Start by creating a strong foundation of emotional connection and chemistry between the characters. Show the reader why these friends are perfect for each other.
2. Use Inner Monologue:
Reveal the characters' inner thoughts and feelings. Allow readers to see their internal struggle and realization that their friendship has transformed into something more.
3. Subtle Gestures and Glances:
Describe subtle physical cues such as lingering touches, longing glances, or an accidental brush of hands. These small actions can speak volumes about the characters' growing attraction.
4. Dialogue:
Develop natural and engaging dialogue that reflects the characters' personalities. Use humor, vulnerability, and sincerity in their conversations to convey the depth of their emotions.
5. Setting and Mood:
Choose an appropriate setting that complements the romantic mood. Consider factors like lighting, ambiance, and the time of day to enhance the atmosphere.
6. Build Anticipation:
Slowly escalate the tension and anticipation as the characters become aware of their changing feelings. Tease the readers by delaying the moment of confession or physical intimacy.
7. Show Vulnerability:
Let your characters open up to each other, sharing their fears and insecurities. Vulnerability can be a powerful tool in a romance scene, making the characters relatable and endearing.
8. Physical Descriptions:
Provide sensory details when describing the characters' physical appearances. Highlight what makes each character attractive in the eyes of the other.
9. Create Realistic Obstacles:
Introduce obstacles or doubts that challenge the characters' path from friendship to romance. Overcoming these obstacles can make the relationship feel more genuine.
10. Build to the Climax:
Slowly build the scene to its climax, whether it's a passionate kiss, a confession of love, or another significant moment. Make it emotionally charged and meaningful.
11. Emotional Impact:
Ensure that the scene evokes a strong emotional response from the readers. Let them feel the characters' joy, relief, and excitement as the friendship evolves into romance.
12. Aftermath:
Show the aftermath of the romantic scene. How do the characters feel afterward? What changes in their relationship? What are their hopes and fears for the future?
13. Consistency:
Maintain consistency with the characters' personalities and the development of their relationship. Ensure that their actions and words align with their established traits and the progression of their bond.
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✧ todoroki who is completely in love w his gf!
✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)
todoroki shouto who, once you get together, cant seem to hide a single bit of the love he holds in his heart for you
todoroki who absolutely bleeds affection for you
he grew up in what was, obviously, a very unaffectionate household, so once he gets a taste of pure, loving affection from someone, he cant seem to hold himself back
and tbh, he doesn't really catch onto very many social cues or norms, so it's not like he really cares to hold himself back
so pda is on the table, all the time
you could be sat at a table, in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and shouto will be passing by
he will proceed to lean over the back of your chair and press two or three loving kisses onto various parts of your face, and then one final one onto your lips, and will continue on his way without a single word uttered to you or your friends
bc realistically, how could he just pass you by and not kiss you?
shouto who always has to sit next to you, where ever the two of you are, and needs to have a hand on you at all times
will absentmindedly play with your hair if you can't give your full attention
is your hype man 100%
your opinions are his opinions
when you're telling him a story or complaining about something, you're always in the right in his eyes
even when you're clearly in the wrong, you're right
"yeah and she pissed me off so much that i literally just rear ended her car smh"
"no that's actually her fault, she should've been driving faster"
shouto spends a lot of time watching you, and taking in your features
he loves you sm and could spend all day looking at you
has repeatedly gotten himself into trouble bc he was looking at you, or distracted by the thought of you will doing something important on the job
he's a smart boy, and that transfers over into your relationship, bc he can memorize every little or big detail about yourself as soon as you tell him
probably keeps track of ur cycle in his head as soon as u mention having cramps (if ur afab)
if you have curly hair, he is adamant about having you teach him how you take care of your hair so he can do it for you
he really really really loves the intimacy of sitting you on a chair and tipping ur head back into the sink so he can wash your hair for you, and sneaking in lingering kisses throughout
later into the relationship, he finds himself mirroring your little habits and taking little bits of your personality
if you haven't been able to spend time together at all on a particular day, once he can finally steal you away, even just for a few moments in a semi private area (for your sake, bc you're always getting so flustered whenever he shows you a lot of affection, which he doesn't get at all why you're embarrassed), he will wrap his arms around you, and just hold you as tight as he can with his head tucked into your hair
says he's "recharging"
if you've both been busy for a while, and this is your first moment together in days, he will insists he needs to be "closer" to you to properly recharge
wants to feel your skin on his
wants be inside you (yes he would do it in semi public, he's a little desperate for you)
and you can't deny him, bc tbqh you need to recharge too
you're just as smitten w him as he is w you
#drabbles#shouto todoroki#todoroki shouto#todoroki shoto#mha x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#shouto x reader#shoto x reader#bnha x reader#mha smut#smut#bnha smut#todoroki x reader smut#todoroki shouto x reader smut#todoroki shoto x reader smut
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