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arvandus · 2 years

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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 🤌🤌

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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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elkscreams · 2 years

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I've been sick lately so have some doodles🤚😭

#myart #bnha #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #my hero academia #bnha aizawa #hizashi yamada #erasermic #present mic #boku no hero academia #eraser head x present mic #erasermic fanart #soft aizawa #soft hizashi

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otaku6337 · 2 years

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Shouta hates silence. It’s wrong, and reminds him of an empty house and of death.

Hizashi thinks, at first, that Shouta must get fed up of all of his noise. Most people do. He rambles and hums and chatters as he does literally anything, and he’s sure that it must be annoying.

Yet when he apologises, when he tries to stop himself, biting his lip or tapping against his own lips or jaw in silent reminder for himself.

Except Shouta scowls when he does either of those things. He just wants to hear Hizashi, as he says time and again, and eventually Hizashi begins to trust that, to honestly believe that Shouta is saying it out of genuine truth. It doesn’t hurt that, when Hizashi does go silent, Shouta goes tense; when he begins to hum or talk to himself again, those too-sharp lines unspool and slacken, face falling into something that could almost be a smile, eyes softer and brighter.

They listen, they talk, they learn. They find that they fill each other’s space in a way that is almost perfect, and which neither of them could be more grateful for.

#realised halfway thorugh that I've probs written a hc like this before but it's true so meh #erasermic #erasermic headcanons #soft #soft aizawa #soft hizashi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #soft erasermic #bnha hcs #bnha headcanons

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Aizawa x Reader (quirkless s/o) with a Flipping octo plush where it has an angry side thats pink and the happy side is red and its on its angry side. Or aizawa x reader (quirkless s/o) who paints theyres and aizawas nails with a cat face

-shuu

100% im putting both of these into one because uugghhh 😩😩

Masterlist<3

Aizawa x Reader - Pink Plushies

Fuck. The plushie is pink. What did he do now?

Shouta sighs, walking into your shared flat and sighing tiredly as he's met with the love of his life sitting on the bed and sulking. There's an obvious pout on your lips as you pointedly make a scene out of ignoring him, causing another ragged sigh to cue from the tired looking man before you.

This had all started earlier on the same day when you'd made a joke about getting matching nails and proposing to paint cats on his. He immediately declined of course, but he really didn't think you would ignore him for the whole day.

But here you are, staring at the wall stubbornly as he asks you what's wrong. He's too old for this.

Despite the fact that he is literally 25, but anyway.

You pout and your eyebrow twitches as he sits on the bed next to you, staring at you with a neutral expression and waiting for you to finish your tantrum. It's not fair that he was blessed with so much more patience than you.

You give in easily and sigh quietly, giving your lover a forlorn look and making his heart almost stop for a second. You look genuinely upset now, and he doesn't know what's wrong or if it's his fault or not, and the thought haas anxiety pooling in the pits of his stomach.

He could never forgive himself if he was the reason you look so sad right now, and he always tried his best to be active in this relationship and spend valuable time with you because he doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he ever lost you.

That is until you come out with your next words.

"Why didn't you let me paint your nails, Shouta?! I thought it would be cute- a-and we could match and everything-! Was the thought really that horrible to you?..."

He deadpans harder than ever before, looking at you as if he'd just been turned to stone while you rant at him and whine like a kicked puppy, crocodile tears pooling down your face and catching the light.

"... I-... I love you, honey, but im not letting you paint my nails, no."

The next fifteen minutes saw him staring down at prettily painted black nails with little white kitten chibis drawn on carefully. You really are talented, he muses, looking down at one of the finished nails and silently giving them starry eyes, encapsulated with them and absolutely charmed.

His head is adorned with a pair of cat ears that you had slipped on him as a joke, having yet to have taken them off yet as he stares at your masterpieces. Pretty, and soft hair falls in front of your face while you continue your hard, honest work, sat hunched over Shouta's other hand and just finishing up so that you can get started on yours.

"Do the base white on yours. Make them opposites." he proposes as you finish glossing them over, giving you a suggestion, and you just can't help but puff your cheeks out like a hamster as you attempt to contain your laughter only to fail miserably. You can't help it- he's just given you a suggestion like that with the most unexpressive face you've seen on him, and once you calm down and recover a little you're quick to press a gentle kiss to his lips while he's still confused.

The two of you have fun painting your nails and there's absolutely no way that you could let him even breathe before you got a picture of the masterpieces before you, and as Shouta watches you fawn over how cute he is with the cat ears he still has on he cant help but smirk and pull you closer.

Soft lips meet yours as he holds you in the kiss by the back of your head, nipping at your lip and when you pull back your face is flushed bright red and you're practically dizzy from the kiss, giving him a woozy but sly smile as you grab your plush, turning it back to red as the little smiley face has your boyfriend smirking wider and raising an eyebrow at you, crawling closer to you and making you blush bright red again.

His eyes are half lidded and he looks up at you mischievously, crawling up over you and nipping at your neck cheekily just to tease you. And boy, does it work well...

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha #aizawa x reader #bnha #aizawa drabble #aizawa x you #aizawa headcanons #mha aizawa #aizawa imagine #aizawa fluff #soft aizawa #aizawa x y/n #quirkless reader

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bingewatchintilldawn · 2 years

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Oh.My.God...

I LOVE THIS FANFICTION LIKE EHDBJDBSJFBJSBFJDBDJ, IT'S JUST 🤌🤌🤌👌👌👌👌

#its so good #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #present mic #aizawa shota #deaf bakugo #deaf present mic #deaf hizashi yamada #soft aizawa #aizawa 🖤#mic 💛

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articpenguin24 · 1 year

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Being Shigaraki’s spy was hard. She hated it. Every single second of it.

But was it all worth it to end up being Eraserhead's pet cat? Maybe.

#aizawa sensei #fanfiction #mha aizawa #my hero academy fanfiction #eraserhead #shota aizawa #slow burn #aizawa shouta #eventual smut #cats #bnha aizawa #soft aizawa

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otaku6337official · 2 years

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Shining Stars and Fiery Hearts (My Home Will Be With You, Always)

It’s incredible to him that they made it here– not because he doubted his kid’s ability, never that, Izuku’s certainly been through enough to make it pro– but because there was a target on his green bean’s back, and everyone knew it.

He was still fucking terrified of waking up one night to a call telling him that his kid was gone. That his Izuku would be dead, that he’d never see the kid’s Cheshire grin or hear his sunshine-laugh or feel his presence in their home ever again.

So no, Aizawa’s not soft, but he can’t help but melt at the sight of them— his boys, all twine-tangled and held tight and so, so happy.

Izuku looks up and grins immediately when he spots him. “Zawa!” he cheers, and the other two boys in their pile lift their heads blearily, eyes blinking open slowly, but no less happy to see him.

Aizawa allows himself a grin to match. It’s for his brat, after all, and nothing could be more important than that.

#ao3 #lil snippet #maybe i'll make it into a fic #soft #dadzawa #his kidilante AU #soft zawa hours #soft aizawa #soft izuku

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fluff-n-cookies · 8 months

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soft yan! Dadzawa Head canons

SPOILERS DONUT DO NOT READ also contains light swearing

• Aizawa is the type of person to hold the Cat in his arms So you can pet it, since it's too big for you to hold. it Just makes his Day when he sees the way your eyes light up when you hear the cat start to purr.

• we will also wrap you up in his scarf if you even say it's too cold. (you and Nezu are scarf buds!) Just say the word and he's rolling out the sleeping bag and prepping to make your favorite hot chocolate with the extra whipped cream and cat marsh mallows and we all know he has all your favorite cartoons for the two of you to binge together!

• however, like most things, it's not perfect.

• a good example of this is that Aizawa likes to have you nap on his lap as he is grading papers.

BUT YOU WANT A BEDTIME STORY

and Aizawa tries his best but he will probably come up with a story worthy of being a german fairy tale. (translation: there are no happy endings, sorry.)

BUT AIZAWA IS SMART ... enough

most of the time he ends up reading to you Denki and Mineta's test answers. and by the time he's done you're asleep.

and then his mind starts to wander,

you just remind him so much of Oboro

how you always manage to light up the room with your smile, how you always manage to be pretty Badass yet kind, and how you always care for others so deeply.

he won't let you go, not this time.

some times, he'll lay awake at night sitting on the couch just curled up into a ball just thinking about the future, when he's all old and wrinkly, maybe you'll be a beautiful young lady (oh who am I kidding, ofc your will! some of you are! others are just beautiful!)

then will you leave him?

that's when he gets up to go look at your photo album. from when you were a newborn, to now, when you are a toddler.

that's when he comes to the conclusion, you may older, but he will always be your dad, he will always protect you.

sometimes Eri joins him, and draws hearts around the ones with you and her, or you Aizawa and her.

likes helping you do your hair, braids are his favorite, but he'll do any hair style as long as it's not too hard.

Aizawa loves you, nothing more than that <3

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bakubunny · 7 months

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shota holds you in his arms with your back against his chest, your legs spread wide and shaky. his skin is hot. it soothes a small part of your soul every time he nuzzles in a little closer. his fingers are thick and long enough to have your head falling back into his shoulder. you pant as he slowly fingers you. it’s messy and it sounds lewd, but you’re floating, so far gone that you hardly notice. "that's it, babygirl.... just relax." his voice is soft and smooth and low, carrying every thought away with it. a moan falls from your lips, louder than expected when he massages a tender spot deep in your silken walls. “shota,” you slur, lost in his touch. tender kisses graze your skin and make you shudder. he’s taking his time, gently pulling you along from one orgasm into another as he talks you through each one….

shota can fuck you stupid any day of the week, but this? he cherishes it. it’s far less often that he gets to lift your burdens for a little while as he holds you in his arms.

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mamayan · 6 months

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Mhmm but since I’m on the road for a minute just gonna throw a bone for thoughts of…

cw: amab!/afab! reader • NSFW • dom/top! F/O! • sex toy usage • fluff—

TOYS—

You who is acting incredibly nervous as you ask them if it’s okay to use your little vibrator or cock ring while pleasuring them with your mouth.

You who is prepared for backlash because past relationships/the internet/society has taught you that something is wrong with you if you can’t cum from penetrative sex alone.

You who is shocked by their warm or even eager positive response of: “Oh of course you can play with yourself baby, get yourself nice and wet/hard for me.”

You who comes to regret showing your favorite toy/s because now it becomes their favorite/s too.

You who ends up tied on your back, cute gag in your mouth while you writhe in overstimulated pleasure and agony as they use that exact toy to torture you all while cooing sweetly. “You’re doing so good baby, looking so pretty for me. Does it feel good? It looks like it does.”

You who is screaming their name on repeat, like a broken record, while they slam their cock/strap into you while using that exact toy to play with you. Chuckling while you try to plead for mercy or get away from it all but being unable to. “Poor thing, I thought you wanted to play with your toy? S’too much? No baby, I think it’s not enough yet—,”

You who ends up with more toys for them to torture and play with you than you bargained for. They’re pulling new gadgets out all the time, shocking you silly and all too happy to test each one individually and in combination on you.

You who finds comfort in expressing yourself more freely and communicating your needs and wants just as they planned because they know rejection or aversion to you expressing these things to them will only cause you to further deny the most basic necessities for a healthy relationship ★彡

Cute dividers drawn by @benkeibear

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obsessed-dragon · 4 months

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Early morning sun ☀️

#bnha #erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #mha #my art #THEM #i just love drawing them soft

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lolita-lollipop · 10 months

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(EXTREMELY) SOFT! YANDERE AIZAWA X READER

(Request given through messages: reader who is embarrassed to tell Aizawa that they cannot sleep without a stuffed animal, as it was their comfort item throughout their childhood when their parents would fight. Eventually the reader is so exhausted that they break down and cry to him. Platonic please!)

Warnings: unmentioned stockholm syndrome, mentions of kidnapping, secondary insomnia ,yandere. You dictate what you read.

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He was always able to know when you were awake.

It was the one thing that came easily for him with you after he had taken you, the one thing he was always able to do. It was especially easy after he had moved you into his room, originally he moved you because of your most recent escape attempt, where you had actually managed to leave the house while he was sleeping, you had called the police. The call had only lasted a few moments, not even seconds before he had you roped up tightly…

But you had sounded alarmed enough to have the cops of the area in a frenzy, you sounded like the missing girl they'd been looking for for months. They had come knocking at his door the next morning, asking if he had seen or heard anything the previous night. Being a pro hero he was the last person they would even remotely suspect, so it was a quick “no”, a short visit. However, a long enough one that it had him reminded him of just how fragile your relationship was, and how you being kept on a loose leash wouldnt work.

So that night, he moved you up into his room, where you slept in his bed. With him. It took away all of your sense of freedom, your only private space, the room where you had some of your own stuff, your old stuff. You had actually ended up liking your room the most in this house, he had promised that it would be a safe space for you, somewhere he would let you enjoy yourself, with the little tv and toys that he knew you liked. He also usually would let you have your alone time when you were in your room. You liked that most of all.

He was actually able to learn so much more about you than he ever had before. Sure, he had watched you sleep plenty of times before, but it had only ever been from afar. Or through the cameras in your room. Never had he been this close. Close enough to notice your habits, and what you do. The biggest thing being: you barely were able to sleep. Ever. Maybe he was just too far away to notice it before, or maybe your lack of sleep started when he took you. The thought of that made his heart heavy.

You tried, he knew that much. Every night, you would lie down in bed, on the edge as far away as you could possibly get from him, curl up, and close your eyes. And every night the same, you would squirm, and sigh, and inevitably stay fully awake and aware all night. He pretended not to notice, as you never said anything about it and were clearly closed off to conversation about it. He couldn't help you unless you asked, otherwise, you'd get upset, he had learned that the hard way.

But he saw what your sleeping habits did to you, he should've seen it so much sooner. How you trudged around the house like there were a hundred pounds heavy on your shoulders, how the purple under your eyes just got deeper and deeper as the days passed by. You were tired, but you couldn't sleep. Eventually, after a few weeks, you stopped trying entirely, instead sitting at the edge of the bed with that far-off look in your eyes.

Sometimes it would get bad enough that you would cry, but he knew how embarrassed you could get with him, how shy you were, especially when it was about your feelings, which you generally kept to yourself.

It was always bad, but it was never this bad.

The night had started like it normally did, with him helping you with taking your vitamins after dinner, then he read you a story like he always did. After this, like every night, he tucked you in his bed, giving you the extra fluffy blanket that you liked (as you run much colder than he did), and went to get in his pajamas, leaving you alone. He only took his eyes off of you for a few minutes, long enough for him to tie his hair back and get ready for bed.

But immediately after leaving the room, he could hear you crying. He liked that the walls were thin, because he could hear everything and anything at al times l. Your cries were muffled, soft, and pained in the same way you always were. But loud enough that he was automatically put into panic mode.

Making a full sprint back into the room, he was met with the sight of you, curled up in a ball sitting on the shiny wooden floor with your knees held tight to your chest. Crying, but not the loud obnoxious crying he'd seen from villains before who just wanted sympathy, this was guttural, dripping in melancholy. He saw the way your fingernails dig into the skin of your knees, you were holding yourself too tightly. How awful.

“Baby? What's wrong? Oh god come here honey- it's okay.” immediately the burly man was on top of you, pulling his muscular arm under your knees and back, and lifting you off the floor. You were shaking like a leaf, shivering with every sob that left your mouth. Unlike most times when he tried to comfort you and you would squirm like a cat and howl like a banshee, this time you just cried into his chest, melting in his arms and letting your tears stain his shirt. Your hand clutched at his long hair, twirling it in your fingers, quivering.

“What's going on? I've noticed you've been a bit… down.” He spoke, pulling you in closer and sticking his face in your hair, kissing your head, and swiping your hair from your face. You just wrapped your arms around his neck, sticking your head into the nook of his shoulder. He always smelled the same, like some crisp orange smell with something deeper mixed with it, you grew to hate it and love it at the same time. You quieted your cries slowly, mustering up any resolve or courage you had in your system to try and talk to him.

“I- uhm- It's embarrassing,” you muttered into his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into him.

“Oh? What is? You can trust me, baby, I won't tell anybody.” He cooed, continuing to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb. Your answer had piqued his interest, yes, you had always been closed off and embarrassed about yourself around him. Even before he had taken you, you were his student, the one who was quiet and reserved, you sat in the back of the classroom and were well likable to all the other students. He could never tell what you were thinking, you kept your head down and only answered questions when called on with that timid voice of yours that he loved. But today your voice was wavering, exhausted.

“I’m just so tired. And- It's because- I just can’t- uhm- i-” Your breathing became heavy and fast, tears re-clouding your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually cried this way, at least not with a man like Aizawa, especially not with your teacher. You met his gaze for a few seconds, staring into the way they crinkled with both age and kindness. He urged you to go on, raising a brow. God, when had you become so trusting of him?

“I can't sleep without my bunny” you rushed out, immediately breaking your gaze and flushing, oh my god what kind of idiot were you? How pathetic was it that you, a college student, couldn't manage to sleep without the help of a stuffed animal? You knew he was looking at you like you were an idiot, the way your parents used to all the time. You thought he was judging you, thinking you were pathetic, stupid.

But it couldn't be more different. Oh. my. God. you were absolutely the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. He could remember seeing that bunny in your arms now that he thought about it, when he would watch over your house while you would sleep to make sure nothing happened, you were always holding that bunny. But he had stupidly not grabbed it when he took you, instead opting for a teddy bear. How absolutely precious could you be? His awed silenced only made you feel worse.

“I- I know it's stupid- it's just since I was a kid I had trouble sleeping because my parents- my parents would fight and it was the only thing-” You took a long- shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down “-the only thing that would help me- don't be mad please I know it's dumb” You cried out, burying your head as deep into his shoulder as you could. You wanted to disappear right now. You should've just stayed quiet, oh he was judging you for sure. What kind of idiot were you? You knew that he-

“Oh my god, you are the cutest thing arent you? Baby, why didn't you tell me sooner? I knew you weren't sleeping well but I didn't know this was why. I would've been happy to get it for you, it's not embarrassing at all” he spoke, cupping your teary-eyed face and pulling it out from his shoulder, he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead and wiped the tears from your cheeks. You just sniffled and leaned in, too tired to care about anything other than the fact that he was warm and nice.

“ look hon- ill get it for you soon I promise, but we live too far for me to go tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Can we try something though? Is that okay?” he was talking so softly to you now, so kindly. Usually, you would've been suspicious of his actions, being that it was extremely different from how you'd seen him in the classroom. But your brain had essentially turned to mush the past few weeks, and you were far too exhausted to care. You nodded, staring up at him with glossy eyes, what was he planning?

“It's nothing bad. Just relax, close your eyes.” the sturdy man commanded, cupping your head as he lifted himself, along with you, off the floor again. He squeezed you tight as he made his way across the room, grabbing your fuzzy blanket before settling into the bed, you pressed firmly against his chest. You were small in comparison to him. Small enough to fit on top of him comfortably. He settled under the blanket and wrapped his arms around your waist, staring at you with those loving grey eyes he had throughout the entire process.

Staring up at him in confusion for a few moments at what he was doing , you managed to let out a small “Huh?” before he shushed you, and tightened his grip. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, he slipped his hand up and down your back, drawing small circles around and around, leaving a tingling sensation to rack down your spine. He had you melting like putty in his arms.

“Just relax baby, Ill protect you from everything there is. Just try and sleep okay? I'm here.” At his words, you sank into his chest, letting your cheek squish on him. He usually wasn't affectionate, this was very likely for your own benefit now that you think about it, as you had obvious discomfort with being touched (due to your complete lack of physical affection growing up).

But this… his touch alone sent warm waves through your heart, this was so comfortable, so soft. So warm. The way his breathing lifted you up and down with every breath he took, the way the circles he was placed on your back melted your bones, how the blanket was so soft, how he was so soft. It was so… comfortable. The exhaustion that had built up over the past few weeks settled in the front of your head, weighing your eyelids closed. Before you knew it you had your hand clutched tightly around his shirt, and you were dozed off, letting little mutters and snores leave your mouth as you slipped into a deep sleep.

Oh, you were just so precious. He genuinely didn't think that you could be any more fragile than what he had previously believed. However, he was so so so wrong. You couldn't complete your life functions without the help of a plush-filled bunny. How cute was that? It just made him feel more attached, you were so helpless. Too innocent for your own good. You would never have to deal with anything that would require the help of your bunny anymore.

He would make sure of it

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I love how I’m writing about insomnia as it is five in the morning and I haven’t slept yet🤪

Anywya the anon who requested this wanted to remain anonymous but Ily for requesting his! Thanks!

Also thanks to those reading right now, ily too!

Anyways tell me what you think, it very likely hs many grammatical errors that I will not be fixing. I’m gonna sleep now goodnight!

Have a great day! Bye!

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Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where they reader looks like they’re about to having a mental breakdown any second and she doesn’t take her medication. (I just cheek my medication or just don’t take them)

Warnings: mental breakdowns, reader hates meds (like me), forced medicine intake, talks of punishments since she/her pronouns are used in the ask, those will be used. KO-FI

Reader hates her meds, everyone knew it, it was quite obvious. Often their friends in 1-a had to beg them to take her medication. And Reader took her medication so that they wouldn’t tell Aizawa or his partner Hizashi.

Only this time, Hizashi and Aizawa noticed themselves.

“Reader is scared, she had been targeted by Dabi herself, so maybe she simply didn’t notice the way she was acting.” Hizashi told Aizawa, trying to defuse the situation. Aizawa always had the worst yandere tendencies of the two. “Iida told me she didn’t take her meds 5 times this week.” Aizawa hissed at Hizashi. “I am simply going to check if she took them.”

“Reader.” Aizawa tapped Reader’s shoulder, they were in the library. “Aizawa-sensei?” Reader mumbled out. “What is wrong, is there a new mission?”

Aizawa shook his head. “No, did you take your medication?”

Reader chuckled nervously; “So that’s what you want..”

“Did you take them?” Aizawa pressed, Reader shook her head. “They make me feel slow, I need to be on guard right now.”

This was an obvious lie.

“You are completely safe in U.A, and if I remember correctly you have no home visits.” Aizawa stated. “So that excuse is bullshit, follow me.”

“But, I still have to study sensei.”

“You can study later.” Aizawa hissed. “Don’t make me drag you.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll follow you.” Reader mumbled. Aizawa asked Hizashi to follow them as well. “What is this an intervention?” Reader joked when they arrived in the teacher lounge, the place she was usually brought to when she was going to get scolded. She then saw Hizashi pull her meds out.

“You are going to be taking your meds in front of us now.” Hizashi told her gently. “And if you don’t we will have to punish you.” Aizawa interrupted. Reader’s eyes widened; “Excuse me? You guys aren’t my parents!”

“We might as well be.” Hizashi mumbled, and Aizawa nodded in agreement. “Your parents are doing a shit job, letting you skip your medication so much.”

“Hizashi-sensei! How dare you talk about my parents like that!” Reader stood up angrily, and made the movement to walk away. Aizawa grabbed the pill out of his partner’s hand and showed it to Reader. “You better sit down, take your fucking pill and listen to us.”

“Fuck off.” Reader hissed, still angry at how they insulted their parents. Reader started to walk away only to be stopped by Aizawa's capture weapon. Hizashi moved to hold Reader down, cooing at them. “I am not mad at you, don’t worry.” He said as he saw Reader doing their best to get out of his arms. “I will forgive you for swearing at us if you take your meds.”

Reader shook her head, she didn’t want to take her medication. Especially around them, they seemed weirder than usual. And her medication makes her quirk weaker.

Hizashi tried to convince Reader to take it, and when Aizawa finally had enough he opened their mouth and put the pills in her mouth.

Before she could spit them out, he shut her mouth with his hand and closed her nose, forcing her to swallow the pills.

“Assholes.” Reader breathed out when she could speak again. “Now that is no way to speak to us.” Hizashi scolded Reader. “Maybe we should show the police the shit your parents have been pulling then we really will be your parents.”

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