head in hands. i cannot stop thinking about petplay with aizawa... even within not inherently sexual contexts but. it is a sex thing yknow.
you're embarrassed about how much you like it, how much it allows you to turn your brain off and just be. you get to put two fuzzy cat ears on the top of your head and aizawa, with warm hands, will attach the collar around your throat. it's in your favourite colour and with a big nametag dangling from the front. while it always takes you a bit to settle into the right mindset, it's so nice to only have a few things you have to think about, that you're not allowed to make human noises or gestures and that you should listen to what he tells you.
while you would never call him uncaring, it's these moments where all of him is wrapped in an extra layer of softness. he doesn't talk to you in a 'baby' voice, but soft and slow, scritching the top of your head or underneath your chin as you lean on him while seated on the couch. occasionally, he'll pluck a treat from a bag he reserves for these special occassions and places it in your eagerly awaiting mouth. (you're happy to receive any kind of reward at all.)
"that tastes good, doesn't it?..." he'll ask with another gentle stroke to your cheek. "mhm, i know it does."
sometimes, the nice words shoot straight down, coiling heat inside your tummy, and all you can do is shift your hips around or spread your legs and mewl. he'll sigh with a kind of fond exasperation (with much more of the former than the latter) before his hand delves in between your legs with the promise to take care of you.
other times, it's the opposite way around. you're staring at the television screen, hardly focused but being pet, when the sound of a zipper being undone catches your attention. he doesn't have to ask for your lips to wrap themselves around his hard, thick cock. aizawa has you drooling mindlessly with him leaking precum down your throat.
if your headspace drags on, you get to sleep in a safe little cage instead of your shared bed. it's in the bedroom, sturdy and secure, heaps of blankets and pieces of his clothing blanketing the bottom. (in cases of emergency, you can unlock it from the inside.) a thick blanket is draped over the outside, cloaking you in darkness as you doze off, nuzzled into his scent, with aizawa's soft breathing as your background noise.
