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bakubunny · 4 months

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a/n: i’ve written daddy!shota plenty of times, but i’ve never written about how it might have happened. so here’s a hc dump? there’s a lil smutty drabble at the end.

if this isn’t your kind of thing, pls just scroll and ignore.

tw: f!reader, daddy kink (obv), ddlg, mentioned age play, d/s dynamics, pet names: baby, babygirl, sweetheart, good girl

totally blindsided the first time someone whined out a shaky “daddy” underneath him in his early twenties. almost busted instantly. he knew daddy kinks were a thing, but that was something people joked about, wasn’t it?… at least that’s what he knew. he also knew he needed to hear it again, but shoved the thought away as the life of an underground hero took hold.

kayama was the one who called him out on it jokingly when she snickered and threw out an offhand, “okay, daddy,” in response to his being demanding and she earned a nasty glare. she proceeded to do that for the next week, and every time, shota had half a mind to shove her face into any surface he could find and fuck the attitude out of her. but he never did.

got absolutely shitfaced with some friends and drunkenly confided in kamaya as uncomfortable as it was. he wanted answers, wanted to know that he wasn’t some disgusting perv, and if anyone could understand, it would be her. while much more crass than he liked on the matter, she still had compassion.

thanks to kayama, shota soon finds places on the internet where real people are involved in “ddlg,” and a comfort settles in his chest knowing that what’s in his head actually exists.

there’s something that makes his body run hot seeing real people in innocent, frilly clothes, printed, childish panties, maybe an oversized pacifier between their lips, snuggling with the cutest plushies he’s ever seen…. he’s not sure what to make of that, and it takes time for him to figure it out.

by the time you meet shota a few years later, he’s figured out most of his likes and dislikes, he thinks. he’s considered or been in a d/s dynamic once or twice, but most of his “daddy kink” experience falls into “something i like to hear in the bedroom.”

he’s pretty perceptive and picked up that you might be that kind of person long before it came up. it’s in the small things - the way you get flustered with certain nicknames or a particular tone of voice, how much you enjoy it when he’s forceful or takes control, the way he can almost watch your brain short circuit with certain phrases, with how he insists on taking care of you, etc.

he’s probably not gonna tell you until you bring it up or it happens naturally; yeah, he wants it, but until you push him, he’s not the type to demand what he wants out of sex (or in general) in a romantic relationship because that takes work… and because most sex doesn’t involve romantic relationships for him.

when it does come out, there’s plenty of discussion. he’s open with you for the most part because he doesn’t see a reason not to be. no matter how hesitant you might be, he’s unfazed by anything you bring up; he’s been around the internet enough that he’s at least seen the whole spectrum - everything from “daddy is a nickname” to 24/7 dynamics heavy on age play.

the first time you let it slip and call him daddy is probably in bed. he’s just fucking you that good. your head is spinning and fuzzy at the same time. your voice is muffled by pillows or maybe you’re tucked into the crook of his neck, biting into his sweatshirt. it’s soft, hardly intelligible; in fact, you were desperately hoping he hadn’t heard you at all.

but shota’s hearing is sharp, and he knows that what just left your mouth sure as shit was not “baby.”

so he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. “what’s that, sweetheart?”

“huh? n-nothin, jus’ feels go-” you’re cut off as your jaw drops and you moan.

shota angles his hips slightly, pounding harder into the spot that had you trembling and seeing white moments ago.

“c’mon babygirl, what did you call me?”

you whine. heat rushes to your cheeks. “no, sho st-stop, please,” you plead softly.

“if you wanna fucking cum, you’re gonna repeat what you said,” he growls. “you hear me?”

another hesitant whimper as you clench around his thick cock. shota grunts from the sensation and concedes, opting for a bit of encouragement.

his tone is soft and low. “i need it. let daddy hear you, baby.”

a shudder runs over your skin, your voice more akin to a broken sob. “fuck daddy, fuc-nngh, please don’t stop.”

shota’s heavy groan hits your skin as he pants, and you keen in response.

“that’s it. that’s my good girl, shit.” he presses soft, warm kisses into your skin. “say it again.”

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onysfavreader · 2 months

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Big daddy doms who spoil black fem reader way to much >>>>

Kirishima Ony Aizawa Toji Bakugou + your fav

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bromocresol0green · 10 months

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i drew this back in 2019 and never colored it until now.

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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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eclaire-and-pocky · 1 year

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Bonus points if they’re a teacher/mentor

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r2katsu · 1 year

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prompts for you who has daddy issues

mha m.list | gn!reader | comfort

"I get it, you're in a badmood but I'm here to comfort you okay."

you still have your back facing him, so he pulled you in for a hug even though you're still refusing his hold on you but that stopped and he gently held pulled you in slowly, held the back of your head and pulled you closer to his chest trying to comfort you

"Before you go all pissed on me when I say this, just because of your dad's attitude today you don't get to take it out on me. Maybe back then you get so angry at him for every triggering thing he did and maybe you used to get so angry and that anger turned into tears, then maybe you cry in your room alone with no one to comfort you but yourself. I don't know what your dad put you through back when you were young and I'm sorry for whatever happened between the two of you but for the time being you have me whenever your old man is being a prick, alright? ain't gonna let anyone make you cry." He gives you a kiss at the top of your head while petting your head.

katsuki, dabi definitely shiggy??, aizawa!!, hawks, maybe denki,

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akiranzee · 12 days

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★ • ° ` — “Old men who loves eating your pussy, fucking you dumbfounded, and forcing you to drink birth control pills. But at the end of the year, you’d be pregnant considering the amount of cum he’ll stuck up on you, and the times where you’ll miss drinking the pills. He hated kids, but maybe this time, he’ll keep this one.”

toji fushiguro, levi ackerman, dottore, shota aizawa, blade, jing yuan, welt, baizhu, gojo satoru.

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lopa124 · 1 month

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Don't you love when a fictional (almost always) non canon couple is a blond dude (bonus point if he's taller) + a dark haired person (bonus point if they don't have a leg/harm and have scars in their face) and their adopted daughter (bonus point if she has powers)

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bakubunny · 6 months

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thinkin abt your ankles on shota’s shoulders while he destroys your pussy with his fat cock. he’s pounding you hard and fast, watching your tits move as he does. you’re a blubbering mess, overwhelmed by how big he is and how good it feels. he’s staring you down, somehow more turned on by the look on your face than the way you’re clenching hard and creaming on his cock. “c’mon, babygirl. you can take it. take it for daddy.”

#aizawa was in my dreams this morning 🫣#last bit of daddy kink for at least a little while i swear #shota’s got a huge dick and i will be taking no further questions at this time #i apologize for this #tw daddy kink #mha #bakubunny #x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #bnha

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mamayan · 7 months

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POOKIE

So yk how girls put up their hair to suck dick? Ik Shota does that to eat pussy. And he does that FOR HIMSELF ahem overstimulation ahem ahem

Babe, this man is a pussy connoisseur, he will let you french braid it back so he can better eat your pussy and give you something to hold onto.

Shota Aizawa x Fem! Reader

tw: NSFW • Fingering (F) • Oral (F) • Praise • Overstimulation • Domestic Fluff • Teasing

“Why are you giggling? C’mere kitten, if you won’t sit on my face then lay down so I can at least enjoy my meal.” His dark eyes were soft and teasing, as he easily maneuvers you to lay on your back so he can pry your legs apart.

You couldn’t help the laughing fit which struck you. You’d been trying to learn how to French braid other people’s hair recently, a young student of your fiancé having asked you for help one day, and embarrassingly you couldn’t do it quite right. So you’d asked Shota to let you practice on him. It looked awful, too many strands of hair falling loose, and you’d given up entirely and decided to decorate his hair with silly ribbons and cute clips for your own amusement instead.

When he’d caught on to your game, he’d easily captured you when you tried to run, and taken you to the bedroom for “punishment”.

“That wasn’t very nice kitten, now spread your thighs before I get the bar to keep them open.” His threat works, your legs falling open easily so he can settle over your naked body. His own still clothed in the sweat pants he’d been wearing earlier, chest bare and muscles and scars on full display for your eyes. You giggle again as his hair filled with accessories which didn’t even match one another fell into his face, forcing him to blow up the strand. It fell back in place over his eyes.

You laughed again, even as he sighed and released you to untie the braid to use the tie to gather up all his hair into a pony tail now. Once his hair was properly secured back, he grinned down at you.

“Still laughing baby? That’s okay. I’ll fix that.” He chuckles, hand ghosting over your pussy as you gasp and sigh, melting as his thumb softly brushes your clit. “For all that fooling around, you sure as wet. Were you anticipating this brat?” His narrow gaze mirthful despite his words and tone. You shook your head in denial, but moaned when he leaned down to blow cool air on your hot sex.

“I don’t believe you.” He murmurs, before licking up the slick which had escaped you. Moaning into the mess, Shota happily licks and sucks loudly, slurping at your pussy as you cry out. Your hands sought purchase in his hair, gripping the little pony tail he’d pulled back to avoid letting hair loose into his face.

“Go ahead kitten, hold tight, I’m gonna be here for a while.” Was all the warning he gave before he was devouring you completely.

You came quickly, creaming his lower face as you cried and shook beneath him.

You knew what came next as a finger wiggled into your tight heat. You jerked as the pleasure bordered painful, but relaxed as he slowed down to let you regroup. Then he was finger fucking you as he sucked and lapped at your lip, building this orgasm slower as you mewled and cried his name before falling apart more gently than your first.

When he added a second finger, you mentally prepared but your body jolted dramatically when he sucked hard on your clit, your teeth aching as you hissed through them. “Shota—!” You could only grip tight and lock your legs to avoid pushing him away with your feet, the pleasure taken up a notch in intensity with this new rough display. His facial hair beginning to rub your inner thighs a bit raw as he brings you to another climax by grazing his teeth over your clit.

Three is usually your limit, but your teasing had earned you punishment, so when he keeps going, you’re begging for mercy.

“n’more Shota, please—,” your whines don’t go unpunished either, not when he lets up only to slap your clit and reduce your further into a squealing mess.

“You’re doing so good kitten.” He murmurs lowly, smirking at your teary gaze and pouty lips. You have little choice but to accept that when you tease him, he’s guaranteed to tease you back… but much worse.

He doesn’t get even, he gets ahead.

#mwah ily #enjoy ur cat daddy #Yan loves her mooties #request filled #aizawa shota #Aizawa shota smut #shota Aizawa x reader smut #Eraser head smut #bnha Aizawa #mha shota aizawa smut #shota x reader smut #shota aizawa x fem! reader smut

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its-woman · 13 days

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#cowboy bebop #nct scenarios #aizawa #3391kilometre #the walking dead game #daddy’s babygirl #rhett and link #obey me leviathan #classical music #david lynch #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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dreamilysporadicpervert · 9 months

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S. Aizawa | A Flame From the Ashes

Art: bill60223 on X(Twitter)

Step-father Aizawa x Step-daughter reader, where (Y/n) looks too much like her [dead] mother to resist

Word count: 2666

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

CW: 18+, dub-con, (sort of) incest, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, age gap (reader is 16)

It’s been a few years since your mother died, and it’s affected you and your stepfather both immensely. But in those years, the loss has just made your bond even stronger. You do everything together whenever you can, and he even takes time off of work for you, which makes it even more special. He is your rock, and you are his.

You’ve never really had a boyfriend, and even when you have, they never last long. It’s not that you look bad; you look more and more like your mom every day, and she was gorgeous. It’s not your demeanor; you’re very kind, sweet, and caring to everyone you meet. For the life of you, you can’t figure out why you can’t keep a boyfriend longer than a few days.

It was your sweet 16 last weekend, and this weekend, you’ve decided to just chill in your house instead of going out to see other people or having any friends over. With all of the excitement of your birthday and then school throughout the week, there’s only one person you want to be around: Aizawa. He’s a wonderful father-figure, even though he’s not your biological parent.

You haven’t seen your own father since your mom took you when you were 7 to see him in prison, so Aizawa is the only real dad you have. He’s also the only family that you have, as your mom didn’t have any family left and Aizawa himself doesn’t have anyone, either. It’s just the two of you, and honestly, that’s enough for you.

Aizawa is a bit cold and strict with everyone else, but with you, he’s like a different person entirely. He dotes on you as if you were truly his own, giving you all the love and affection that he has inside. It’s almost enough to make you jealous when he is nice to anyone else, because you’re so used to being the only one to receive his affection and it makes you feel special to be that person.

That being said, he has already promised this weekend will be just you and him, and you couldn’t be more excited. He’s even coming home early from work just to maximize his time with you since last weekend was time you spent with all of your friends. It is almost like his birthday gift to you. Well, another gift, since he also gave you actual gifts at your birthday party, but this is like an encore.

When you get home from school, you go take a shower because you want to be clean and comfortable when you snuggle in with him for the movies he promised to watch later. After your shower, you get into your favorite oversized T-shirt and shorts, leaving your hair loose after you brush it so it can dry properly.

Once you’re finished, you waltz out into the living area, running to greet him at the door. He’d barely had time to even properly get inside before you attacked him with a hug. “Hi, Daddy,” you say affectionately, squeezing him tightly. The sight of you so excited makes his heart skip a beat, and he leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Hey there, sweetpea,” he greets back, setting his keys and a bag with takeout in it on the counter and kicking the door closed behind him, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. “You ready for this weekend,” he questions softly, affection laced in his voice that one would only hear when he’s talking to you. Once again, you find yourself feeling happier because of this knowledge.

“Yeah,” you answer back, your voice bubbling with excitement. Your eyes glitter as you look up at him, your cheek squished against his chest as you continue to hug him so tightly. He can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. When you let go of him, you both eat your takeout and he goes to take a quick shower, coming out in sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Ready to watch some movies,” he asks, chuckling when you nod so eagerly.

You settle in and watch a steady marathon of all of your favorite movies, only really getting up between movies to go to the bathroom or get up to make popcorn or get more drink. It’s the perfect chill night with your favorite person in the whole world. You watch movies for hours, staying curled into his side but snuggling closer with every movie that you watch.

On one movie break, when you come back from the bathroom, he lets you sit on his lap. It’s a perfectly normal occurrence between the two of you, and you like it because it means that he can hold you even closer while you watch movies with him, his chin resting on your shoulder as you relax together. You watch the whole movie like this, comfortable in his embrace with nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Hey (Y/n),” he whispers into your ear, his chin digging into your shoulder with every word as he speaks. “Yeah,” you answer back softly, turning your head slightly to look at him for whatever he wants to say. He looks like he debates what he wants to ask before finally opening his mouth to speak. “Do you want to watch a new movie with me?”

“A new movie? Sure,” you say excitedly. You always love when he has new movies to show you, so you’re sure this will be no different. He looks at you with a soft smile, affection and… something else, twinkling in his gray eyes. He speaks, his voice soft and sweet. “Alright, (Y/n)… It’s a bit more mature than some of the things we watch, but you’re getting older now, so I can’t limit you to kids movies forever, you know?”

“Oh… Well, I don’t mind, I guess. I’m sure it will be fine, right?” You look at him, returning his soft smile. He pulls up the movie he wants to watch and returns his chin to your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around you. It’s Deadpool, so there’s a lot of action and you are absorbed in the story since it’s almost like what you imagine Aizawa doing, but a bit more violent and vulgar.

The vulgarity doesn’t really bother you, because you’ve heard worse at school. It’s when Wade finds Vanessa and their intimate moments are displayed that you find yourself getting a bit flushed and embarrassed. You try to power through, but your body starts to become as warm as your face and you have no idea why, but your heart is also racing.

“You okay, sweetpea,” Aizawa asks softly, secretly knowing exactly what’s happening and reveling in it. “I… I’m okay, Daddy,” you say, your face beet red, unable to look away from the movie. It’s like morbid curiosity. You feel Aizawa’s chin digging into your shoulder again when he speaks. “That’s what two people do when they love each other very much,” he whispers softly.

You swallow and keep watching, not noticing where his hands are until he slips one down over your hips and in between your legs, rubbing you softly through your shorts. Your core throbs from the sudden touch and you let out a soft noise of surprise. “Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, (Y/n). I know what you need. You just have to trust me, okay?”

“Mhm,” you answer hesitantly, more of a whimper than anything else. He gives a soft smile and applies a bit more pressure, causing the throbbing to increase, wetness building quickly at your entrance. You’re not really paying much attention to the movie anymore, and he pauses it to give you his full attention. You whimper again, not sure what this is but knowing that it feels wonderful.

He knows you need a bit more, so he slips his hand into your shorts and starts playing directly with your throbbing clit. Your legs try to squeeze closed on instinct, but he holds them apart. He coos sweetly into your ear while he massages you just right, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” Your mind is slow to process that he’s said anything, still concentrated on the pleasure, but you manage to answer. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

He smirks quietly, slipping his other hand up your shirt to start massaging your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples. You lean back into his embrace, squirming as he gives extra care and attention to your sensitive skin. He decides that it’s time to keep going, slipping a long digit into your weeping hole while he keeps circling your clit with his thumb. The sudden invasion makes you gasp, but it feels good when he curls his finger inside you, so you don’t complain.

He listens to the way you mewl in pleasure, your breath coming in hot pants, and he starts to get hard beneath your squirming form. He knows he needs you prepared for him so he adds another finger, kissing the side of your neck. He feels you start to tremble, your juices slick on his hand, and he knows you’re close. “Let yourself go, sweet girl. It’s alright,” he whispers softly.

Something about the way he says it makes your body follow his command and you let out a strangled moan as you squirt all over his hand, clutching at his forearms as you ride it out. He kisses the side of your neck again. “Good girl,” he whispers sensually. “Do you want me to make it feel even better, sweet girl?” He grins as you mumble an affirmative answer, panting hard from the exertion and your release.

He has you turn around, pulling his pants down enough to free his erection, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He motions you closer and guides you to straddle him. “It might hurt a bit at first, but I promise it will feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispers. You nod your understanding and then he pushes your shorts aside, aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushes you down on it slowly, watching himself disappear inside of your slick walls.

“Sweet girl, you have to relax just a bit, okay,” he grunts softly, biting his lip as he slides you down further. You clutch onto his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes, but you try to do as he says and relax. When you do, you notice that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore and you let out a soft noise of pleasure as he reaches deeper and deeper.

When you’re fully seated on his lap, he lets you sit there for just a minute to get used to the size of him inside of you. It’s a very full feeling. “Are you ready, (Y/n),” he asks you softly. You nod, and he puts his hands on your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he helps you start moving up and down. “D-Daddy, it feels so good,” you whimper as you start moving more on your own.

“Good, sweet girl,” he replies softly, brushing your hair back off of your collarbone and pressing light kisses to your skin, groaning softly as you keep riding his lap. He kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping and sucking the skin lightly here and there. The fabric of your shorts is getting sticky with your juices as you keep going, but neither of you care at this point.

He’s actually thankful that you decided not to wear a bra or panties. It makes it that much hotter for him. He slips off your baggy T-shirt so he can watch your breasts bounce, letting out a low moan at the sight. His hips jerk upwards into you and you let out a whimper of surprise as he starts rutting into you, matching your pace. He thrusts faster, gripping your hips as he helps you keep up with his pace.

The faster and harder he thrusts, the farther he pushes inside you, and the entire situation is just too much to handle. You clench around his cock without warning, soaking his lap as you cry out in pleasure. He barely has time to pull out before his hot seed spills all over your thighs, staining the front of your shorts. Both of you pant, your breathing hot and labored. Something about the sight of you right now turns him on even more.

He pulls you in close and gives you a tender kiss. “How are you feeling, sweet girl,” he asks in a soft whisper. Through your heavy breathing, you mumble, “I’m okay, Daddy.” He watches you for a minute, pulling you a bit closer in his arms and rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Do you want more,” he asks cautiously.

“More?” You ask, a bit confused. “I don’t know if I could do that again tonight.” He brings his hand up and caresses your cheek. “(Y/n), I can give you more, and this time, I’ll do all the work… If you want, that is. We don’t have to.” His voice is soft and sweet, and you feel like you do want him to do more. “It’s okay, Daddy… I want to.”

“Alright… Lay down next to me,” he commands softly, patting the couch cushion next to him. You do as he says and watch him strip off his shirt and pants, revealing his muscled form in an extent that you’ve never seen it before. He grabs ahold of your wet, sticky shorts and slides them off of you, leaving you both completely naked, just staring at each other for a moment in silence.

Aizawa moves closer, crawling on top of you. He positions himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss you. His lips are warm and soft, and he hopes that you can feel just how much he loves you through his kisses. He probes your lips with his tongue, rubbing the tip of his cock on your swollen clit to make you gasp and let him explore your mouth. Your taste is intoxicating to him, and he grins into the kiss as your tongue starts moving against his.

He rubs against you for another minute or two, teasing you just right until you let out a needy whine. “Okay sweet girl… I’ll give you what you want,” he says softly, pushing his cock deep into your already quivering walls. There’s no adjustment period this time before he starts slamming his hips into yours. The new angle rubs that spongy spot in just the right way with every powerful stroke.

He kisses you while he pounds into you, muffling your moans as his tongue invades your mouth once more. He pushes you quickly towards your release, growing more and more ravenous for your taste and the feel of you squeezing around his cock. When his own release comes, he doesn’t even bother pulling out this time, filling you up with cum and pumping it deep inside you.

He fucks you until your cries become completely incoherent and his seed oozes from your overstimulated hole, your heart pounding in our chest and your throat a bit raw. He strokes your hair softly, smiling down at you as he tries to get his own breathing under control. “Are you okay, sweet girl,” he asks affectionately, his gray eyes slightly concerned that he may have gone too far.

You nod slowly, not trusting your voice quite yet. You’re both covered in sweat and the couch is a complete mess, but he doesn’t much care about those things right now. He lays down next to you with his back against the couch, pulling you in close and turning the movie back on. He kisses you gently on the cheek, overjoyed that this all went over so well. He already knows he wants to do it again, but he just hopes that you want to do it again with him as well.

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