AGE (21) she/her. welcome! this is my anime account. My slasher account is @the-midnight-slasher-official . MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT. PEOPLE W / AGELESS BIO'S WILL BE BLOCKED. my requests are OPEN
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
I’ve been thinking writing an actual novel about a girl who grows up completely obsessed with becoming a hero, like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted.
She finally gets into a hero academy where people have superpowers, and she meets a professor who slowly changes everything in a way she doesn’t fully understand until it’s already too late.
Will there ever be a new part for “ain’t no place like home” idk if I’m missing the parts but I’ve genuinely been waiting 2 years for this💔💔💔
I genuinely don't know. I think about it every now and again and I feel motivation sometimes to pick it up, but I have no idea where to go with it. I guess maybe like a writers block. I normally just wrote whatever came to mind, never planned any of it. So now I feel like I don't know how to continue it.
❥ Summary: You and Aizawa haven't been intimate lately. You try to take care of yourself, but you're not as sneaky as you think.
❥ CW: chubby fem reader x Aizawa Shouta, smut, sex toys, insecure reader, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex, pet names, multiple orgasms, thoughts of an orgy
Aizawa returned home around three a.m. You only knew that because you woke up when he entered your room. You always wake up when he gets home.
You hear him shuffle around the room, your cats meowing at him as he takes off his clothes and goes to the bathroom. You see the light under the bathroom door, hear the shower turn on. You sigh tiredly, grabbing your phone and turning it on. You go to your blog, looking through notifications, new posts, just trying to pass the time. You’re responding to a mutual’s post when the shower turns off. You hear your blow dryer shortly after.
You wonder if he’ll be up for anything tonight. You can’t remember the last time you two had sex. Granted, you’d both been busy, and your schedules hadn’t been matching lately. It was still hard though. There were nights when you were alone that you had resorted to using your vibrator to please yourself instead of him. It wasn’t the same: the orgasms were never as intense or satisfying. It was no wonder that you were aching for him.
The bathroom light turns off and the door opens, Aizawa walking out, his hair in a loose bun and boxers over his hips. He sees your face illuminated by your phone and sighs.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” you mumble, reaching for him. He finds your hand in the dark, kissing the back of it before leaning over you. He presses his lips to yours tenderly, lovingly, making your heart swell. You’re prepared to deepen the kiss when he pulls away, moving up to kiss your forehead.
“I’m gonna eat something real quick and then I’ll come to bed.”
“Okay…”
He squeezes your hand before walking away, leaving the bedroom. You sigh when he’s gone, laying down on your back and staring at the ceiling. Another attempt at initiating sex failed. You felt like such a loser when it came to these things.
Maybe he’s just not interested in you anymore. Maybe he met another hero that he finds attractive and he just doesn’t think of you that way anymore.
You cover your face with your hands, silencing your thoughts. You were just pent up. Yeah, that must be it. You were so eager to cum that you just weren’t thinking straight.
You turn to your nightstand, looking at the drawer, thinking.
After a minute, you get up, opening the drawer quietly and taking out your vibrator. You tip-toe to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, turning on the light. You find the floor of the bathroom, moving the bath mat beneath you as you settle in the limited space you have. You spread your legs open, finger moving to your cunt. You move your finger between your lips, finding your clit and brushing against it, sighing softly. You hadn’t touched yourself in, what was it, two weeks? You kept hoping that Aizawa would make a move during that time, but he hadn’t, and you were tired of waiting. You turn on the vibrator, biting your lip as it shakes in your fingers. You spread your lips and move it down to your cunt, gasping when the toy presses against your clit.
The sensation is nice, but you know it won’t fully satisfy you. Your best orgasms had always been pulled out of you by your boyfriend, toe-curling, back-arching orgasms that made you think you were on the brink of death. He always comforted you so well after them too, kissing you sweetly, reminding you how wonderful you were. You didn’t get all that with masturbation, but you were desperate and this would have to do.
You dip the vibrator towards your entrance, collecting your slick before taking it back up to your clit. The friction is okay at best, but it’ll do for now. You turn up the vibrator again, spreading yourself wider.
You think about your boyfriend as you focus on an orgasm. You think about Aizawa’s big, strong hands squeezing at your waist, molding the fat there as he pumps into you. You think about his thick cock filling you up so well, hitting the sweetest spots, making you see stars with each thrust. You imagine him laying you on the bed and kissing over your body, worshiping you, whispering praise as he tastes your skin. You don’t know if you’d rather cum on his cock or his mouth; either one would be wonderful, if only you had the chance to. God, and his voice, so deep and gruff: you think about him muttering sweet nothings into your ear as you wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him close, making him cum inside.
You can feel your orgasm approaching, slowly but surely, but your hand fumbles and you drop the vibrator. It rumbles on the tile floor, and you scramble to pick it up, turn it off. You wait, fear building as you worry that Aizawa heard. When he doesn’t call out to you, you sigh, feeling relief.
Suddenly, the door handle jiggles, and you jump.
“Y/N, why is the door locked?”
“I-I’m naked!”
“I’ve seen you naked a million times. You sleep naked. Why is the door locked?”
“I… I didn’t want Suki to jump and open the door!”
“You’ve never locked the bathroom before. What’s wrong?”
“I… I just wanted some privacy.”
He grunts, and you hope that you’re off the hook.
“I heard the vibrator, you know.” Your heart sinks and you curl into yourself. “Would you please open the door?”
You sigh, defeated as you stand up slowly, going to the door and unlocking it, opening it to peek out at him. He’s standing there with an unreadable expression.
“Why were you masturbating in the bathroom?” You squirm under his gaze.
“I… I just wanted to cum real quick.”
“And you didn’t want me to help you?”
You look up at him, throat closing.
“I… I didn’t want to bother you…”
He sighs, blinking slow. He pushes the door gently and you step back, letting it open. He stares at your face before his eyes glaze down your body. He looks back up at you and closes his eyes, sighing, reaching out his hand. You pout sadly, handing him the vibrator.
“No, not the toy, silly. Your hand.”
“Oh! Sorry.” You take the vibrator back and give him your hand. He turns the bathroom light off with his opposite hand, leading you back into the bedroom. He turns on the bedside lamp before crawling into bed with you.
“Come here,” he says, opening his arms to you. You feel tears well in your eyes as you worm your way into his arms, letting him wrap them around you and guide the both of you to the bed. “Why would you think you’re a bother?” You swallow hard.
“I know how hard you work, how tired you get. I wanted to let you go to sleep.”
“So you’d rather deal with it alone than let me help you?”
“I… I just don’t want to bother you when you’re exhausted.” He sighs.
“You know I’m never too tired to help you.” You hum, too upset to believe him right now. He holds you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. “You’re my girl. You’re my baby. I want to take care of you and make you feel good. I don’t care how tired I am: if you need me, I want to be there for you.”
“I… I don’t want to—”
“Stop it,” he insists, turning your face towards him, looking at you seriously. “Don’t think like that. You are not a bother. You are the love of my life and I will do anything to make you happy.”
The tears well and fall, and his face drops.
“Oh, baby, please don’t cry, I’m not mad—”
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, hiding your face in his chest. “I-I don’t want to be a burden to you. I want to be perfect for you. I want to be easy-going and sweet and not bothersome—”
“Y/N, you’re already perfect.” He cups your chin and makes you look up at him. “Do you really think I would have spent all this time with you if I didn’t think you were perfect for me?”
You blink, then shake your head.
“No…”
“Exactly. I love you the way you are, Y/N, not the way you could be. You’re already the most wonderful person I’ve ever met; I can’t imagine anyone being better than you because it’s not possible.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Please believe me when I say that I love you in every sense of the word. You are my reason for living. I can’t lose you.”
You scoff, wiping your eyes.
“I’m worried about losing you.” He scrunches his face.
“What? Why?”
“What if you find someone better, hm? Someone smarter who’s skinnier with a better quirk or—”
“Okay, enough.” He holds your face with both hands now, looking at you sternly. “Don’t think about stuff that’s never going to happen. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re the one I want.”
“But what if someone else comes along and loves you and gives you everything you want—”
“Who is going to do that? And why should I care?” You huff, squishing your cheeks into his hands.
“You might realize how awesome Ms. Joke is and leave me for her.”
He groans, rolling his eyes and falling back onto the bed.
“I’d rather die than choose her over you. Being with her would be worse than hell. Jesus, even just talking to her for five minutes gives me a headache. What would make you think I’d go for someone like her?”
“I mean, she’s pretty and she makes people laugh—”
“You’re prettier, and you make me laugh just fine. I don’t need her dumb quirk to feel joy.”
“But—But maybe you’ll find someone else who is even prettier and funnier and—”
“What has gotten into you?” he asks, sitting up and staring at you. “Is it because I’ve been neglecting you? You haven’t cum properly in so long that you’ve forgotten your worth?”
“N-No, it’s—”
“Or are you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’ll try to prove you wrong?” he asks, moving over you, a hand resting on either side of your shoulders. “Is that it? You just wanna make me mad so I’ll take all my frustration out on you?”
“N-No, I—oh!”
His hand is on your cunt, squeezing your plush mound before dipping his fingers between your lips, prodding at your entrance.
“That dumb little toy barely made you wet. Is that what this is all about? You’re just so needy and neglected that you can’t help but think those bad thoughts?”
“I—no, I just—ah!” His finger finds your clit, rubbing circles around it. Your legs clench together instinctively, trapping his hand.
“Now, don’t do that,” he mumbles, pushing your leg open. “We both know you need this.” You whine, grabbing his other wrist and tugging against it.
“I need kisses,” you pout, giving him doe eyes. His lips twitch.
“Oh yeah? My baby girl needs kisses?” You nod, humming in response. His lip curls and he leans over you. “Well, I should give her what she needs, shouldn’t I?”
His lips press against yours gently, and you moan into him as you kiss back. You greedily open your mouth and nip at his lower lip, making him groan.
“Naughty thing,” he mutters, opening his mouth to lick over your lips. Your tongue meets his, swirling around each other hungrily. It’s wet and sloppy, but you need it like that right now. You need it messy.
His finger dips down towards your entrance, collecting your slick and bringing it back to your clit, rubbing it faster.
“That’s more like it,” he whispers against your lips. “This is much better than that stupid little toy, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” you moan, hands massaging his shoulders. He hums.
“What does my baby like about it?”
“I like when you touch me,” you sigh, curling your hips up into his touch. “I like when you kiss me.”
“It’s better than some vibrator, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Good. I like making my baby girl feel good.” He kisses your cheek, down to your ear. “What else would you like me to do?”
“I… I want your fingers inside me.”
“That sounds more like it.”
His hands moves, his thumb pressing against your clit as his middle finger goes towards your entrance. He circles it for a moment, dipping the end in before taking it out. He huffs when you whine, kissing your temple.
“Hush, baby. I’ll give you everything you need.”
His middle finger pushes inside you, filling you up pretty well. You’re slick enough that there’s no strain. He curls his finger and you sigh in relief, resting your head back against the bed.
“Feel good?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Could be better?”
“Yeah…”
“I know. I know you like it better with two fingers.” You gaze up at him sweetly, resting your hand on his neck.
“Can you give me two?”
“What do you say?”
“Pretty please with cherries on top?” He chuckles, nodding.
“That’s better.”
He removes his middle finger, adding his ring finger and pushing them in slowly, making you hum in delight.
“Better, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” He hums, pressing his nose to your neck and breathing in deep.
“You smell nice. Did you shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you put on that lotion I like?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s why you’re so soft and smell so sweet. Fucking knew it.” You giggle, your voice hitching when he curls his fingers inside you, pumping them up into your sweet spot. Your legs clench as his fingers pick up speed, his thumb pressing into your clit roughly. Your stomach tightens, sinking in before stretching out as your back arches. Your orgasm is approaching quickly; he can tell.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, your breath quickening. “So close so soon: you must’ve been pent up for a while, huh?”
“Y-Yeah.” He hums, suddenly frowning.
“I’m sorry for neglecting you, Y/N. I won’t let it happen again.”
“I-I forgive you! Just make me cum!”
“Of course, precious.”
His fingers pump faster, your body jiggling with the force. You gasp, hands grasping anywhere they could, Aizawa’s body, the sheets. You could feel that familiar tingle within you growing closer, building up. It swelled within you swiftly, climbing fast, higher and higher until you hit your peak. You gasped, and suddenly you fell over the swell, moaning loudly as your cunt clenched around his fingers. He pulled you through it, slowing his movements to draw out your orgasm, massaging your sweet spot and pressing your clit rhythmically. You slumped to the bed, chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Satisfied?” You scoff.
“I’ll be satisfied when you fuck me.” He huffs, pulling out his fingers, sucking them clean.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that.” His hands brush against your knees, pushing your legs wide. “Just let me have a taste.”
He leans down to kiss your knee, pressing his lips to the side of it. He makes his way along your thigh, leaving soft kisses here and there, opening his mouth to lick at your supple skin. He introduces his teeth, nibbling gently before he unhinges his jaw and takes a bite. You whine unhappily, squirming as he holds you still, sucking your flesh into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. You see a faint bite mark left behind. He stares at you as he kisses it lovingly, licking over the small indents he made.
“You’re an animal,” you mumble.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He noses his way down to your mound, pressing himself into your hairy upper pussy. You cringe slightly.
“Sorry; I should have shaved.”
“You say that like I care.” He presses a kiss to your soft mound, looking up at you. “I love your bush.”
You roll your eyes, squeezing your legs against his cheeks, making him grunt. He responds by latching his mouth onto your opposite thigh, sucking a spot into it. You whine, pulling your legs apart, making him release you. He smirks victoriously, moving back to your mound. He presses another kiss there, his hands moving to your cunt, thumbs hooking over your lips and spreading you open. He sighs, his eyes hooded.
“You look so good,” he mumbles before diving in, tongue pressing flat against your clit. You suck in a breath, hands clenching the sheets as he licks the length of his tongue over you. He uses the tip to swirl around your clit before pulling his tongue away completely. He brings his lips to your cunt and kisses it sweetly, tonguing your labia, sucking them into his mouth. You moan, bringing your hands to your breasts and squeezing them, pinching at your nipples. You hear him groan, feel the vibrations against your clit, and you gasp. He pulls away, his fingers flicking your clit.
“You look so good when you touch yourself.”
“Yeah? You like it?”
“Mm-hm. Love watching you.” His fingers move from your clit to your entrance, pushing inside slowly. “Did you want to get kinky tonight? Should I get the nipple clamps?” You giggle, bending forward to push some hair out of his eyes.
“Nah. I’d rather just cum with you and go to bed. But you,” you poke his forehead, “gotta be extra and make me cum before you give me your cock.” He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your palm.
“Can’t help it. I like making you feel good.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You slump back to the bed and wave your hand. “Do what you gotta do.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Well, thank you for giving me permission.” You’re about to snap back with a remark, but his fingers curl and his mouth finds your clit again, lips wrapping around you and giving a hearty suck. The feeling makes you swoon, legs falling further open as he pleases your cunt.
“Can I tell you something?” you sigh, glancing down at him. His eyes glance up at you and he gives a grunt in response. You give him a sweet smile. “I love that you like giving me head.” He chuckles low against your cunt, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you. He pulls back for a breath, licking over his lips.
“It’s not my fault you taste so good,” he replies, staring at your cunt hungrily. “Best tasting cunt I’ve ever had.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“You know I never ‘just say’ anything. If I say it, I mean it.” You hum, inhaling sharp when his mouth goes back to you.
“Regardless, I’m grateful. Never met a man that was so eager to lick a cunt.”
“Must’ve met a bunch of shitty men,” he mumbles into your cunt.
“Yeah.” You reach for his free hand, tangling your fingers together. “I got real lucky with you.”
His eyes soften, but he works harder at your cunt, licking and sucking your clit swiftly while his fingers move faster. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him, your stomach folding. He pushes your mound up towards your stomach, giving him better access to your clit. He slobbers over it, sucking up his spit before pulling back and spitting on your clit, going back and slurping it up again. It’s positively lewd, and it makes your cunt clench around his fingers.
“I know you want it,” he mumbles into you. “Just give it to me already.”
You huff, biting your lip and focusing on the sensations he’s giving to you. His strong, firm fingers, his warm, wet tongue: it was making you unravel. You wished he could be hit with a quirk that multiplied him, made exact copies of him that could all ravish you at the same time. You wish one of them could fuck you while another licked over your clit, another kissing you passionately. You wished they could fill all your holes at once, praising you all the while, telling you how good you were being for them.
The thought of being devoured by multiple Aizawas has you keening, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself get closer. He can feel you clench around him, so he curls his fingers tighter, massaging your sweet spot with each thrust, lavishing your clit with licks and kisses. It all feels so good, so delicious, pulling you closer and closer until you’re gasping, reaching the precipice and falling over, cumming on his fingers. You feel yourself sinking, falling back to Earth.
But he doesn’t stop.
“Shou,” you call out to him, putting your hand on his head. “Shou, stop, I came.”
“I know,” he mumbles, looking up at you. “Give me another.”
“What?” You push at his shoulder, but he won’t move. “No, I’m being serious—”
“And you think I’m not?” he asks, pulling away, licking the slick smeared across his lips. “I’m telling you to cum again.”
“Shou—” Your voice hitches when his lips go back to your clit, sucking it hard. “Shou, I can’t—”
“You can,” he moans into you. “Just one more, baby. That’s all I need.”
“Shou—” you cry, legs tensing as another climax quickly approaches. “Shou!”
He groans, the vibrations hitting you and making you gasp, falling back to the bed. You bite your lip, moaning, back arching as your orgasm creeps closer. You reach above your head, clawing at the sheets, chest heaving as you reach the edge. His fingers pump into you fast, almost aggressively, and his mouth is working hard at your pearl, urging you closer to bliss.
It doesn’t take long. You’re already wound up from your previous orgasm that within just a few moments, you’re falling over another peak. You slap at the bed, letting out an almost pained moan as you cum again. Your legs threaten to close, cunt tingling as he slows his ministrations. You’re twitching as he leaves little pecks against your clit, sliding out his fingers before he pulls away completely.
“See?” he says, sucking his fingers clean. “I knew you could do it.”
“You’re a madman,” you pant, eyes hazy as you look at him.
“I’m not mad. Lustful, passionate, horny: yes, but not mad.”
You scoff, shaking your head. Aizawa crawls over your form, stopping when his face is above yours.
“You want to keep going? Or are you all done?” You wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his loose hair around your finger.
“I wanna make you cum.” He huffs, leaning down to peck a kiss to your lips.
“It won’t take much,” he admits, sitting up on his haunches.
“Good! Less work for me.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, standing up from the bed. He pushes down his boxers, his dick bobbing as he steps out of them. He puts his knee back on the bed, grabbing his pillow, before pausing.
“Let me get a towel,” he mutters before getting off the bed again, leaving the room to go to the hallway closet. You hear the door open and close before he comes back with a towel, shaking it out. He returns to the bed, kneeling in front of you, grabbing the pillow again.
“Lift your hips,” he commands, and you do as he says, planting your feet and pushing your hips upward. He places his pillow beneath you, situating the towel under your hips before patting your thigh. You lower your hips to the pillow, elevated now. He inches closer, positioning himself in front of your spread legs.
“You ready?” he asks. You nod in response, and he nods back at you. He grabs his cock, shifting forward to press the head against your cunt. He breathes in slow and deep as he smears the head of his dick over your slick covered pussy before lining himself up with your entrance. He holds his breath for a moment, letting it out as he pushes in. He groans, moving in slow, hanging his head as he does so. When his hips meet yours, he’s breathing heavy, not looking at you. You instinctively clench around his cock and he puts a hand on your hip, squeezing.
“Don’t,” he warns. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
“You’re that close?” you ask, in awe. He nods, loose hair hiding his face. “Wow… You must really like me.” He barks out a laugh, finally facing you.
“We’ve been dating for two years.”
“Yeah, isn’t it crazy? Two years and I still make you like this. That makes me feel really special.”
“You are really special.”
“Aww,” you wave your hand, the opposite one touching your cheek. “Stop, you’ll make me blush.”
He snickers, lowering himself over you until your chests touch. He stares at you with a soft smile, knuckles brushing your cheek. You lean into his touch.
“You’re like a little kitty cat,” he mutters, pinching your cheek gently.
“Is that your way of saying you love me?” He huffs.
“Yeah.” He brushes his nose against yours. “I love you.” You smile, sincere, cupping his face with your hands and kissing him on the lips. He kisses you back tenderly, eyes hooded when you pull away.
“I love you too,” you whisper. “Now, make love to me.”
He inhales shakily, smashing his lips to yours again. He pulls out, pushing back in with such force that you dig your nails into his shoulders. He starts a steady pace, hips thrusting into you rapidly, smacking against you. His hand sneaks between the two of you, fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it quickly.
“Mm-mm,” you pull away, grabbing his hand and removing it from you. “No, baby. Enough for me. It’s about you now. I wanna make you feel good.”
He exhales, nosing your cheek.
“Making you feel good makes me feel good.” You hum, hands trailing along his back, scratching lightly, making him shiver.
“But doesn’t it feel good to just let loose and chase that sweet release?” Your hands smooth over his sides, along his abs and over his chest. “Isn’t it nice to focus on yourself and making yourself cum?”
“It’s not the same,” he sighs, but he’s still thrusting fast. “It’s not as good if you don’t feel good too.”
“Aww,” you coo, leaning up to kiss along his jaw. “My big, strong man just wants to make me feel good, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, bucking his hips quicker.
“Such a sweetheart,” you curr, moving your lips down to his neck, nibbling and sucking the flesh into your mouth. “You’re so, so good to me.” He draws in a quick breath, stifling a moan.
“If you keep talking like that, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“That’s the plan, baby,” you purr, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Now, why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed cumming for me?”
He grunts, tucking his face into your neck before slamming his hips into yours, making you squeak in surprise. His arms snake around you, holding you close as he thrusts wildly into you. You moan with each thrust, dragging your nails over his skin, leaving red trails behind. He hisses at the sensation, groaning low in the back of his throat. He pulls back, holding himself up with his hands, staring down at you.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes, fucking you harder. “So fucking pretty.”
“You’re so hot,” you moan, running your hands to his shoulders. “So handsome. I got so lucky with you.”
“I’m the lucky one.” He tosses his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, looking back down at you. “You’re so perfect.”
“C’mere,” you whine, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. Your tongues press into each other, swirling around one another before you pull his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. He lets out a broken moan, his hips stuttering. You let him go, and he’s looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
“I’m close,” he whispers.
“Good,” you breathe back, pressing your forehead to his. “I want you to give it to me. I want you to fill me up.”
He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. He grabs your hip with one hand, the other holding him up as he fucks you ferally. You gasp with each thrust, holding the hand over your hip, the other pressing into his shoulder. His eyes open slowly, falling onto you, his lip sucked between his teeth.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” you urge him. “Cum for me, Shou. Cum inside me.”
He chokes on a moan, his jaw going slack. His hips falter, slowing, and you feel warmth bloom in your cunt. The two of you still, breathing heavy, staring at each other. He squeezes your hip, pulling out, his eyes flickering to our cunt.
“Shit,” he curses. “That’s a lot.”
“Lemme see,” you say, propping yourself on your elbows, trying to look over your mound unsuccessfully. He leans over towards the nightstand, grabbing his phone. He clicks on it for a moment before pointing it towards your cunt, taking a picture. He turns the phone towards you, showing you the photo.
“Damn,” you say, taking the phone and staring at the picture of your cunt oozing with his cum, spilling down between your ass cheeks and onto the towel. You analyze it as Aizawa wipes you with the towel, cleaning you off. “That’s pretty impressive,” you say.
“Good thing you’re on birth control. That would’ve definitely gotten you pregnant.”
“Does that turn you on?” you ask, giving him a mischievous grin. He shushes you, turning and tossing the towel towards the hamper, sighing when it hits the edge and flops onto the floor instead. He pulls his pillow out from under you, dropping it back at the top of the bed. He starts pulling at the sheets, tugging them down halfway before he reaches for you. You grab his hand, rolling and shimmying over until you’re on the fitted sheet, worming your way under the comforter. He lays down in bed beside you, pulling the sheets over the both of you.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“Yeah. Do you?”
“Immensely,” he sighs, pulling his hair tie out and putting it around his wrist. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his form. “You ready for bed?”
“I guess so.”
“You guess so?”
“I just wanna cuddle and chitchat for a bit.” He hums, laying down on his back and pulling you into his side. You throw your leg over his hips and he grabs it, tugging you ever closer, his other arm around your waist. You sigh, curling into him, smiling softly and closing your eyes.
“So,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “what do you wanna talk about?”
I need help. I need it specifically from people who have experienced shifting. Can I shift while awake? Like laying in my bed, or should I go to sleep. Should I lucid dream? I need someone to explain the process of how it looks and feels.
Did you just lay in bed and affirm and then boom you're actually there? Many people say they just laid down and affirmed and then they are there. But never go into more detail. Is it possible to achieve while awake and simply affirming while laying in bed? I want someone to go into detail on how it felt and what it looked like when they did it while awake so I can get an idea of what I'm doing.
I feel like the mha fandom is Lowkey dying. Especially for the AIZAWA side. BUT IF SOMEONE DOESNT MAKE ANY KNUCKLEDUSTER SMUT (mha vigilantes) IM GONNA RIP MY FUCKING FACE OFF
CW: YANDERE, ABUSE OF POWER, DUBCON IF YOU SQUINT, UNBALANCED POWER DYNAMICS, BABY TRAPPING.
Yandere!Professor who is the meanest fucking cunt to his darling.
Yandere!Professor who placed a target on your back the second you decided to point out a mistake in one of his presentations, the second you had the audacity to present proof of his mistake and correct him.
Yandere!Professor who is devilishly handsome. Tall and lean. Sharp eyes, straight nose, silky hair and predatory smile. Sleeves rolled up to show his forearms and a shiny, golden watch he wears proudly, a button of his shirts always undone a bit too low so a bit of his chest is on display.
Yandere!Professor who never wastes the chance to point out what's wrong with his darling in the most humilliating of ways. Who won't hesitate to make everybody turn to look at because they commited the sin of being wrong in front of him.
Yandere!Professor who's voice turns into the sweetest, most honeyed, condescending tone whenever he sees his darling on the verge of tears from his constant and ruthless mocking. "Aw, struck a nerve now? Poor thing, about to cry. I'm just trying to help you, sweetheart."
Yandere!Professor who turns particularly meaner whenever he sees you talking to another boy outside his class. Who will make you sit on the desk across from him so he can keep an eye on you, so he can help you, so he can mark territory.
Yandere!Professor who insists he's setting you back if you continue with your poor output in his class and bad behavior. Who is on the verge of setting you back just because he cannot stand the thought of you being free from his claws. Who is manipulating every situation and every grade you get so you think you're stupid.
Yandere!Professor who when thinking about you cycles between love and hate. He loves that you're beautiful, he hates that you're smart, he loves that you're so easy to poke fun at, he hates that your social circle is watching your back. He hates that he pumps his cock thinking of you almost every night.
Yandere!Professor who needs you to believe you're stupid, who needs you meek and tender and quiet. Who needs you to remain a quiet mouse around him, afraid to disturb the big, bad cat who will hunt you down and eat you.
Yandere!Professor who leans over your desk as he delivers a failing note once more, the nail in the coffin. If you don't come to an agreement, you will be held back. Who takes the chance to toy with a single strand of your hair as you stare at the failed quiz confused and hurt, twirling it around his long finger before tugging. "See you after class, little lady."
Yandere!Professor who's idea of flirting is making you cry. Inmature bastard.
Yandere!Professor who turns oh so sweet when you come crying to him so that he doesn't fail you. Who grins from ear to ear when you plead, almost on your knees, saying that you'll do anything to get at least the minimum passing grade. Drumming his fingers over his desk, as if he needs to consider what he wants you to do to get on his good side.
Yandere!Professor who has you in his home for a study session. Beautiful apartment with modest decoration and an air of tension. Once you step inside, you're in too deep to free yourself from his clutches.
Yandere!Professor who has you sprawled over the bed, clawing at the sheets as he dicks you down like he was born to do so. All of his frustration, his anger, his love poured over you with every snap of his hips. With every hit of his big, fat cock against your cervix.
Yandere!Professor who didn't even need to set you back. The humilliation of going to college pregnant enough to make you drop out of your dream degree. A shiny diamond ring on your finger with his name branded inside, and a matching band for him as well. Forever on his good side now.
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Thing that’s (technically) not a method but made me shift instantly
It’s called “changing the goal”? I guess? Let me just input the step-by-step then explain what happened:
1) Pick a goal that isn’t shifting. The goal for this method isn’t shifting, which is why it’s not a method at all. Daydream about your DR, listen to music and lip-sync in your head, make up a scenario, do whatever you want, because that’s what you’re going to “try” to do. Not shifting.
2) The idea is that your “mission accomplished” is just the goal that you chose. That way, you can’t finish it and say “ah fuck it didn’t work, so I failed.”
3) Focus only on that goal, and do it until you feel done. For example, if your goal was just to visualize this scenario that happens in your DR— after you visualize it, you’re done. Mentally check it off: goal accomplished.
Now, if you’re the type who can’t possibly let yourself do this knowing your “goal” wasn’t actually shifting to your DR, and you basically did nothing, hear me out:
So something fortuitous happened (in hindsight). I struggled to shift for 2 nights! But it had nothing to do with my ability or my methods not working (I wasn’t even trying, lbr). The problem was my sleep schedule was so catastrophically fucked that the second my back touched the mattress, I dropped every shred of intention or desire to shift and just knocked out cold. Then I’d wake up in the morning annoyed, like “Uggh, I can’t believe I chose sleep over shifting.”
And then, last night, I was watching my younger sibling play one of their car racing video games, the kind where you need gold to unlock the next level (this story will make sense in a minute, bear with me).
They claimed to have been at it all afternoon, grinding, determined to cross the finish line first. But no matter how hard they pushed for it, they kept failing. As I watched them, at one point, they were so close (nearly at the finish line in first place) when another car knocked them all the way down to last place again.
They paused the game, tears welling in their eyes, saying they tried so hard, got so far, and still ended up at the bottom. They were ready to rage quit, to toss the controller on the ground and walk away.
But then I took the controller before they could, wiped their tears, told them to drink some water, breathe, and let the frustration dissipate. When they calmed down, I told them not to quit the race, to go back in. Not to claw their way to tenth place, not to try to win, but just to finish. Because they had already made it so far in that race, so why not cross the line, even if they were dead last?
And more than that: why not just enjoy the game? I reminded them how lucky they are to even be sitting here with a game this good, in this moment, able to have fun.
They agreed to play for fun, and unpaused the game. But were no longer obsessed with the outcome, just playing for the sake of it.
And then it happened!! Without trying, they overtook every car, one by one, and crossed the finish line in first place.
Afterwards they stared at the screen, bewildered, and asked “How the fuck did I do that? How did you know?”
And of course I told them I was a witch.
But what I realized in that moment was this: The opportunity to come in first place is permanent, immovable, always waiting for you. The period that trips people up is the grind, the frustration, the obsession with getting it right now, and that pressure is what makes people rage quit.
That pressure is what steals the joy and places this invisible distance between you and your desire. But if the win is already guaranteed, if it’s already sitting there in the future with your name on it, then why would you even try?
So I went home and figured: if I’m struggling to shift, why not stop trying altogether? My core intention to shift isn’t going anywhere; it’s always there, in the background. So why keep forcing it in the exact moment my body is clearly resisting?
And then I tried something new. I let go of the active intention to shift (because it’d always be there), and replaced it with four shiny new goals. So I put on my music playlist to fight off sleep, and I wrote a little checklist in my notebook. Four boxes:
☐ Feel happy about my DR, that it exists.
☐ Feel happy about the opportunity to shift right now.
☐ Feel happy I even have the ability to shift in the first place.
☐ Daydream about what I’m going to eat when I get back to my DR next time (big back activities, sue me)
And that ended up becoming the method itself,, just having different goals altogether, and getting lost in my thoughts.
Somewhere in the middle of that, I slipped into hypnagogia (violently, okay, I violently slipped into hypnagogia). It was the usual mind awake, body asleep thing that carries me into shifting. Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes in my DR.
And I keep turning it over in my head—why it happened the way it did. Because, sure, my base intention was still to shift, that never really goes away, but in that moment I wasn’t trying to shift. I was doing something else entirely.
That night, I just wanted to feel good that my DR even exists, that shifting is possible for me at all. So I sat with my thoughts, letting myself enjoy the music, daydream about the cool stuff waiting for me there, and I actively chose to do only that. Shifting wasn’t even on the table anymore.
!!! And I don’t think the takeaway here is “just let go, stop trying, and eventually you’ll shift.” I hate that sm. As if you can ever “let go” of the desire to shift. Honestly, it’s not even what happened. Because I still wanted to shift. That desire was still in the background. But what I was doing in that moment wasn’t a shifting attempt at all,,it was this completely different thing, with its own purpose, and its own finish line.
I had shifted my focus to getting that done, and because I was so intent on this other goal, shifting got demoted to background noise. And that made me cool with whatever happened. Like, even if I fell asleep, even if nothing happened, I still hit my target for the night, so there was no way to “fail.”
And that’s the part I think is worth sharing. It’s not “give up and you’ll magically shift,” it’s more like: sometimes, swap the thing you’re chasing. If your current shifting attempt is all about “I must shift right now,” try making the attempt about something else entirely, like daydreaming in detail about your DR, or listening to music, or literally anything else like meditating, building a scene in your head, etc. Because when you make that the win, shifting stops being this desperate pass/fail trial.
Let yourself win, let yourself win more often, create victories for yourself that aren’t tied to whether or not you open your eyes in your DR.
Because bottom line.....you’re never going to see your shift coming. Even if you’re the kind of person who scripts it all out, does a method perfectly, and then wakes up in your DR,, there will still be that surprise, that moment of “holy shit, it actually happened.” It might feel natural, but it will never feel predictable.
And that’s the point. You can’t know if you’ll shift tonight, or tomorrow, or next week, but you do know that you’re going to shift either way. The only thing you do know is that it’s coming.
hizashi who loves to keep you gagged. he thinks it's a way to bring you closer to him, he who often used to be muzzled as a child. he would never do that to you though, not you, not his darling. he only ever gags you, so that you can scream as loud as you want when he pleasures you.
hizashi who has a whole collection of gags that he uses on you.
when he's eating you out, he uses one of the ball gags - he matches the colour to the pretty lingerie he dresses you in. when he wants to fuck your mouth, he uses a ring gag - he loves to watch the drool seep past your lips, dribbling down your chin. when he wants to fuck you, sometimes he uses a forniphilic gag so he can shove a dildo down your throat, sometimes he uses a bandit gag when he's in a rush and has to use his tie.
hizashi who, when he wants to feel particularly close to you, uses a hand gag. he loves to clasp his large hand over your mouth, loves how small your face feels in his hold, how he can feel his palm grow wet with your saliva as you moan, how your lips kiss his hand as he fucks into you.
go shift. you know how. you are not bound to this reality. you are not bound to any reality. you can shift. you have shifted. believe it. it’s real. you can do it. anyone can. go shift.
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