there was rhis Aizawa x Reader fic i read a long time ago where he was a Naga (Half snake half human) and the reader lives in a village where she was like the runt of the village and the forest was said to hold a beast that eats people so nobody goes in it and one day as a kid(i think) she went into the forest and found Aizawa, they became friends and she would visit him all the time and one day (Theyre older obviously) i think her village wanted to kill hwr or somthing so she runs away with him and they get to this waterfall or stream that they have to go in to find his den and she ends up having to take of ger clothes cuz she doesnt want them wet. Then when they gwt to his den he lets her in his nest and smut happens. He had two dicks. I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO WROTE IT OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED😭😭 SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT!!!!
Big Naga but they were born with a rather obvious difference, one snake half and a duo upper human half, two human bodies with two different personalities on one snake monster.
They're both wildly clingy and overly starved for affection due to the nature of their birth and their life till now, considered a freak by both Naga and humans until they meet you. Now they know what it feels like to be looked at with wonder and not scorn, admired not pushed aside, it's all too much, too good, and it's all centred on you of course.
They simply must make sure you know how much they adore you, bickering over how long the other had kissed you for, had held you for, being pouty adult man babies when you promise you love them both equally but can't make out with both of them at the same time.
Ooo here's an idea! Maybe old man naga ends up getting super jealous when he sees us interacting with a flirty popular naga, so we finally decide to pull him aside after he ignores us for a few days and pounce >:3 meaning lots and lots of praise and gentle kisses around his neck until he gives in
Y'all are like really, truly feral for this old man.
I love it.
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He knew this day would come, he'd seen it before, had this sour feeling pool in his gut and fester all the same.
You'd been around the Naga from accounts and deliverance, a younger, more vibrant, and most importantly more receptive Naga to your particular type of attention. It was only for a moment but he could see how the other snake monster leaned into your space, likely cooing and charming his way into your attentions, the notorious flirt that he was, pushing any idea of the old runt out of your mind...
Foolish.
He was foolish to think you'd actually be interested in him, to consider that in the face of someone more energetic and enthusiastic about seeking a partner that you'd pick him over another, clearly better candidate.
And so began the usual tasks of distancing himself, always busy, short words when he did have to speak with you, doing everything within his power to make the distance clear, clean, and obvious to others so that you won't have to worry about a runt ruining your chances at getting attention from the other Nagas. Around a week after he had begun this distance you'd sprung on him, wrapped your arms around his waist and dragged him out of the main medical hall, tucking the two of you into the storage closet that likely never saw any use anyway.
You were swift in calling his behaviour out, clicking your tongue at him when he hisses about not ruining your chances with the Naga you clearly want.
The last thing he had expected was the warm press of your palms on his cheeks, making him look at you directly, thumbs stroking along his cheekbones and playing with the edge of his glasses as you called him a sickeningly sweet name, something that makes his stomach twist and face heat. You don't chide or hiss, don't comment on his jealous hissy fit that made him pull away, you coo at him, sweet words and soft reassurance that makes him feel strange, but even as he hisses to stop teasing him you persist.
Slow gently kisses across his cheeks, and against his forehead make him shudder, arms wrapping around your waist as he takes in the affection your gracing a runt like him with. He feels silly about pushing you away, feels an awkward twist in his stomach as you lean heavily on the fact that you'd missed him, been looking for him, and were very much interested in him not some other showboat, overly flirty Naga that only cared about numbers.
More old naga pleaseeee, I beg youuuuu!!! I need the human to constantly fluster and tease him and trace the scales on his tail delicately!! I want to get close to his face and play with his hair so baddd!!! *spits out ten bagels from mouth and places it on your desk* plz? 🥺🥺
Okay, but damn you got ten bagels in that mouth?
Shit, anon, that's skill.
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It's far too cold for anything that was on his list of practical work for the day, slumped on one of the medical beds made for Naga like him, he works through the paperwork that he managed to carry over with him, each sentence and column filled is followed by a shiver.
His teeth ache when he yawns, fangs exposed to the cold air and making his age all the more apparent as he sips the lukewarm tea you'd prepped for him over twenty minutes ago.
Thinking of you, he'd not seen you since you brought him the tea, likely off doing whatever he couldn't do in this temperature or maybe you'd turned your affection away from an old runt like him and finally decided to chase one of the younger or more filled out Naga on the site. Grumbling to himself he shudders again before turning back to the medical stock reports, everything was in order but the drab notes and repeating number kept his mind from wandering further down the hole of what if thoughts that came with wondering about his human counterpart.
Another ten minutes would pass before you reappeared in the medical station, carrying fresh tea and what looks like a heat pack, not that he was side eyeing it as you rambled about how horrid the weather was or anything. Most definitely not, not even as you came by the bed he was resting on and tucked it under the thin blanket over his tail, hissing a small thank you as you swapped out the old cup of tea for the hotter fresher mug.
Putting the cup somewhere it wouldn't get knocked or bumped apparently was the perfect moment for you to settle yourself under the blankets with him, clambering again on his slim lap and beginning your look over of his current state. Hands far warmer than his own tracing the mess of scales that fade from pale blue to cream as they grow closer to his under belly, shivering for a very different reason as you coo over how smooth and pleasant his scales feel, blissfully ignoring how his cheeks heat and he has to adjust his glasses to occupy himself instead of trying to grab at you like Hai instincts demand he do.
You had grown far too comfortable touching an old Naga like him.
Startled by the sensation of your attention moving upwards, thumbs stroking the deep lines on his face from years of scowls, smirks, smiles, and scoffing at idiots around his many, many workplaces.
His hair was longer now, less caring in his older years about keeping it in that same near cut he used to, so it seems only natural that as you took on the features of his face from up close that you would pay attention to the mid length of his hair. Your fingers twirling and playing with the loose waves of his hair, once much more coiled and curled but with age, lack of care, the strands thinning, and the length of them now, it looked more a wavy mess than anything in pictures of a younger him.
Yet, here you are, playing and fawning over how handsome and devious he looks, giggling as he turns his head to lightly chide you.
It's still hard for a runt like him to think a pretty young thing like you would want him so, even if your recent favourite pass time between work is flustering him to no end with your sweet words and endless attention.
Even now in his older age, he's still called a runt, tail too slim, body too lean, smaller compared to the other Naga he had been clutched with...
An old runt of a snake.
So why is it that even surrounded by others of his kind, prime examples of what a Naga should be at his age, you, a sweet human worker amongst them, choose to be at his side working as his equal as he manages the medical station of this site? You, who should by all means have eyes for the buffer, sturdier, more energetic of his kind, not some thin, old, pale-scaled Naga like him. But here you are, sitting on his desk, talking with him about the next stock orders that need to be put in, making soft, longing gazes at him.
An answer to your questions is needed, and yet he can't help but stare down at his hands as he thinks, soft-scaled, slightly wrinkled, and developing spots that come with age. His hands aren't what they used to be, but still strong, steady, slight in that way all runts' hands were. These same hands you'd once held in idle curiosity and rambled about how lovely they looked, you'd smiled at him, winking even, as you cooed something about long, thin fingers and hard-to-reach places.
Heat fills his face for a moment before he shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away as he pushes his glasses back into place.
Looking at you, he watches as you openly observe him; you hold the same general rank as him on site, and it wouldn't be against regulation to... Co-mingle with someone like you, but just because you'd entertained the idea of flirting with an older monster like him didn't mean you'd accept it if he openly offered.
Ever the surprising species you humans are, he jerks out of his thoughts as you round his desk, the specially made seats for his kind are more than accommodating for your own addition to his personal space. The small hiss he lets out is mostly surprise as he watches you settle yourself across the time-slimmed stretch of his waist, the pale blue and cream of his tail is starkly different to the black of your uniform pants, but still he looks up and finds you staring at him with the same open interest and eagerness for him that he had seen before.
Hmm.
Maybe there is still a chance for an old runt like him to enjoy the more... Interesting parts of life.
It’s getting hot where I live rn and they keep closing the pool because of rain 😫 idk if it’s raining I plan on getting wet anyway!
And speaking of getting wet I keep daydreaming about a big dilf anaconda naga who spends most of his days sunbathing on the rivers shore, unbothered by the humans visiting his river to cool down during the summer. Just a big ol’ snake who’s more than happy to help cool you off more with his scales by letting you sit on him while taking a break from swimming, especially when you’re hot and wet in a different way 😏
So fun fact, they close the pools when it rains for like three reasons but the main two are lifeguard visibility and water contamination from the rain!
Also this is a banger of an ask and I'm sorry it took so long to get to it 😩.
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Everyone knew that the river was for all, and everyone knew that it was safe so long as the local Naga was around to watch over the water, it was his territory after all.
What everyone doesn't know is that on the days that the crowds don't flock to the river banks, the days that aren't as hot as the others, you can wade right up to the Naga on his sunning rock and join him, clambering up slowly till you're on the wide rocky platform that weather and rough water had rubbed smooth over the years. Sitting with your legs dangling off the edge as you lean back against his thick tail, chattering with him about what's happening in town or around the others that live in the area, getting soft grunts and noises of interest in response to the endless yammering you give.
As the sun rises more and more so does the heat, moving you off the rock and back into the water, swimming for a little while before even the river feels warm against your skin. Looking up at the large blue scales of the Naga you gain an idea, climbing back up to his perch, you wait until he looks your way and ask if you can leech the cool from his scales.
It's interesting how he perks up at the idea, shifting himself to be more accommodating for you to fit against him, watching with curious eyes as you settle against the thickest part of his tail. Your hips strain slightly from the girth of his tail, straddling him and pressing your hands against his chest as the cool feeling of him seeps into your skin, it's surprisingly pleasing for him as well how you press your too warm body against his, much better than just laying against the barely heated stone.
Thick fingers dig into the meat of your hips as he adjusts how you're practically straddling him, making sure to pull you tight against him, as so he can enjoy the full feeling of how warm you are. Hissing out a soft surprised sound when he begins to notice a much warmer spot pressing against him as you settle into this new position he held you in.
"aww, aren't you just a needy little whore? Need my cock to fill you up? Ah! I see you're getting hard~ you want that? You want me to stuff you full?"
Do you see my vision? Maybe it could be like an incubus or naga but like, thats the type of treatment I want.
Last time you sent an ask like this I gave you angel pet play, so of course I know what you mean and see the vision.
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To the outside world the two of you are a couple to be envious of, sweet and attentive, both joined at the hip and independent from each other in the ways a relationship should be.
And yet, behind closed doors that perfect sight becomes something else entirely.
The carpet is rough against your knees, but your legs have long gone numb as you look up at your partner, his tail coiled across the backs of your calves both keeping you steady and anchoring you in place for his own purposes. These very purposes are watching as your lips struggle to wrap around the twin lengths of his cocks, fingers digging into your hair as he uses your mouth as nothing more than a toy.
He's not watching the way your eyes water or how your hands shake as you press against the thickest part of his tail, he's watching the thick leather band around your neck bulge, how the very collar he puts on you every day the moment you get home morphs and the tag that reads 'prey' glistens with an obscene amount of your drool from his use of your mouth. He hisses with satisfaction as he catches the way you look up at him, pulling out of your throat slowly and clicking his tongue at the broken sound you make.
"it's just sad how desperate you are to let me use you, look at you... Already crying and all I've done is manage to get myself fully hard using your throat a little."
Using the leverage of his hand in your hair he guides you up just enough to rake his gaze across your body, scowling slightly as he looks down at your cock, already hard and leaking against your stomach.
"God your needy, had your face fucked and your that hard... Honestly, pet your getting sloppy, maybe we need to train you back up and get you used to being used again. I wanted a dedicated fuck bunny and toy, not a desperate whelp."
The way he drops his grip leaves you sprawling across the coils of his tail, legs being pushed open as he tuts at you, words sharp and quick as he watches how you shiver and follow his movements. Looking up at him as he leans down, using the flexibility he has over you to loom and tuck a finger under the edge of your collar, lifting your head and cooing condescendingly at you before hooking his hands under your knees and spreading your legs wide.
I realise now that you meant someone getting hypnotised via orgasming and not just hypnotism + orgasm. Oops, instead you get sexually dysfunctional reader and her naga friend helping her cum, hope you enjoy <3.
You're frustrated to say the least. Another night of fun fooling around turned out to be a just another opportunity to practice your acting skills.
Which are maybe even better than you thought given your roommate's sly smirk when you walk into the kitchen.
His dusty orange scales give a beautiful glow in the morning sun coming through the window, but your admiration dims when he turns to you and says,
"Someone had a good night~"
You slump onto the kitchen counter, resting your head in your hands. His tail slumps to the floor from where it was swaying back and forth.
"There's something wrong with me."
You hear the tick of the stove turning off and the slithering sound of his tail as he slinks closer, leaning his elbows on the counter.
"What happened, Honey?"
It's embarrassing, but you need to tell someone, a desperate last attempt before giving up. You keep your eyes on the marble counter, voice only a whisper.
"I can't cum."
You regret it immediately, expecting at least a snort but he just sighs sympathetically.
"Well, maybe the guy wasn't as good as he-"
"It wasn't just him. It never feels as good as I think it's supposed to and I just can't...get there even if I really want it."
"Hey, okay. That's alright." He tries to slow you down a bit, placing his hands on top of yours. "Lots of people take time to figure out what they like and how they like it. that's okay."
You give him a doubtful look and a huff.
"I don't want to figure myself out, I just want to cum."
Now he laughs, slapping his hands on the counter.
"Well, how lucky are you to have a friend who can help you do exactly that!"
Your jaw drops and he quickly points to his eyes.
"Hypnotize you, I mean. Obviously."
He shrugs like this is the obvious solution to your problem.
"I didn't think that's... How that worked."
"Of course it is. I told you about that guy, right?"
"Yeah, but I just thought he had a hypno kink."
He softly takes your hand and leads you to the couch in the living room.
"Well, he did, but he also had erectile dysfunction."
You lay down on the couch still clearly unsure. He's never offered something like this before. It's always been a bit of a sensitive subject ever since you were kids. Bad rumours and whispers always followed him around in school, ridiculous stories about how he would hypnotise teachers into giving him good grades or how you only stuck around him for so long because he made you.
"You don't have to, Sunny."
He smiles at the childhood nickname.
"I want to help. You don't think I'd want to use it for something good?"
The genuine look in his eyes reassures you to take a deep breath and nod. There's no one you trust more for something like this.
"Are you ready?"
You nestle your head on the puffy couch pillow and nod, a little more resolutely this time. He leans over, softly cupping your cheeks in his hands. His bright eyes peer down at you.
"Look into my eyes."
But they aren't just eyes anymore, eyes that you've looked at thousands of times, they're something else. They're sunsets and pools of fire and golden flowers and swirling honey. You mind feels empty, but in a good way, like the clutter has been cleared out and now you can finally concentrate on something important.
"Woah."
You think you hear him laugh, but all you can really do is stare at the tiny slits of his pupils and the orange whirling around them.
"From now on, you will feel what I say you feel. What I say is the truth."
You nod and repeat after him, like muscle memory. His thumbs gently brush your cheeks, soothingly cool to the touch.
"You feel so goood~"
And then you do. It just becomes reality, your body shifts and changes to obey his will. Ease seeps into your muscles like a balm and you sink further into the couch, letting go of a deep sigh.
"You feel relaxed and pleasantly warm all over like there's a tiny fire sparking to life."
Tension melts even further, his nails inch up to card through your hair, soothingly scratching your scalp.
"There's a growing, burning heat between your legs. Wetness building up, needy for something more."
Your whole body shivers and you hear him huff a laugh. The material of your clothing feels sensitive on your skin; your shirt brushing just slightly against your nipples with every deep breath, your panties soaking up your arousal. Your legs spread wider, and you stare at the speckles of gold in his eyes.
"Now, slowly, you start to feel friction. A deep need finally being met, you're being pumped full over and over again, smooth and wet against your walls, as deep as your cunt will allow and it feels so good."
Your hips grind up into nothing, it's almost like you can hear the skin slapping against skin, wet plaps filling the room, even though the only sound is Sunny's tail rattling and his smooth voice.
"You can feel the friction against your clit, not too rough, just the right amount to have you squirming. The heat climbing a little faster to the surface."
You start to writhe under his hold, grabbing his arms as his eyes hold you in place. Your breaths grow shorter and your skin hot.
Then, you start to panic, you've felt this before but it's always stalled and fizzled out before you could actually reach the peak. Your legs clamp shut and you start to blink rapidly.
"Hey."
He holds your cheeks firmly.
"You feel good. You're not worried or stressed out because you will feel what I say you feel and I said you feel good."
And what he says is the truth.
Tension thaws and your body eases back into it's relaxed state. He rubs your temples softly and you feel pleasure seep back into your most sensitive parts.
"You feel it climbing again. Slow and steady this time. You feel assured, you feel like you could be consumed by the fire."
Nothings ever existed other than his eyes and his voice. Your body doesn't even exist apart from what he tells you to feel. You're barely aware of the sounds coming from your mouth or how hard your nails dig into his arms.
"It's getting faster and hotter and wet all over. You feel it so deep in your cunt, you just can't keep it inside anymore, you have to let it out. You have to cum for me."
You finally let go, squeezing your eyes shut and choking on your own moans. It isn't a violent, intense crash like you thought, it's a cathartic release of all the frustrations you'd been holding in. A tranquilizing, dreamy haze clouds your mind as you let your body unwind itself.
Your hands reach between your legs as you roll onto your side, pussy clenching around nothing, clit throbbing. Sunny brushes your hair from your face while you try to catch your breath.
"Did that feel good, Honey?"
You give him a guttural hum in response, unable to form words yet.
"Do you want to cum again?"
You shake your head so quickly, hair falls over your face.
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding." He laughs, "You'll need at least a few hours before you can go again."
He kisses your forehead and rises from the floor.
"I'll have breakfast ready in a bit."
Then he slithers away, like he didn't just change your life and your entire relationship in the span of a few minutes.
