#mha aizawa

teacher edition !

all might / toshinori yagi :
- is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it )
- uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror
- forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )

present mic / hizashi yamada :
- makes his own songs / cover songs
- lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all )
- has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair

eraserhead / aizawa shouta :
- wears glasses
- got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, )
- had a pet hamster called momo when he was little

mr. principal / nezu :
- is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster
- he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, )
- never finds his shoesize in the adults section

midnight / nemuri kayama :
- only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily
- has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk
- got heartbroken many times,,,,

thirteen :
- often gets misgendered, because of her costume
- is considered scary when it comes to her quirk
- is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture

ectoplasm :
- super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers )
- draws smiley faces on good tests
- has a good fashion style but fails to show it

( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)

if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !

-ann !!

Concept:

Aizawa has a breeding and size kink.

He likes to overpower you and repeat “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant” while absolutely r a i l i n g you and never stopping until you’re full to your limit.

And lemme tell you something… I would let him JABDHSKSBJS

Aizawa can like… get it

“they’re so unbearably dry” I was so excited for this scene to get animated & they seriously killed it wow I am still in my feelings about it! & the next few episodes are about to be crazy too, if anyone wants to obsess with me over this show lmk

Saying happy birthday to this sweet sweet scruffy man with the scans of the latest chapter of Vigilantes.

The flashback story was a wild ride and definitely emotional. It showed us a side of Aizawa that we have yet to see in the main and now Aizawa stans everywhere, myself inculded of course, can die happy.

See him? I love him and if anything ever happened to him I’d kill everyone in the fandom and then myself.

Aizawa: I’m in l…..

Aizawa: Lo……

Aizawa: Lov…..

All Might: It’s okay, take your time.

Aizawa: Hizashi…….

Eighty percent of the world’s population wield special abilities, known as “quirks,” which have given many the power to make their childhood dreams of becoming a superhero a reality. Unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya was one of the few born without a quirk, suffering from discrimination because of it. Yet, he refuses to give up on his dream of becoming a hero; determined to do the impossible, Izuku sets his sights on the elite hero training academy, UA High.

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Supes have been committing atrocities, which keep getting swept under the rug because they are revered by the adoring public. Billy Butcher recruits The Boys who have all been wronged by The Seven, the world’s most notorious superheroes, to bring them down and stop the corruption. Based on the best-selling comics by Garth Ennis, The Boys is a revenge story where the nobodies take on the somebodies.

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“not again”

Unexpected Diagnosis

anon asked: I requested this a while ago but I think tumblr ate it. Could you maybe write Hawks comforting his S/O who recently got a diagnosis that’s freaking them out? I was recently told I might have a heart condition and it’s been freaking me out. If this isn’t okay for you to write then feel free to not write it. Thank you!

Characters: Takami Keigo (Hawks), Aizawa Shouta (Erasurehead), Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko)

a/n: I hope you are faring well and just know that you’re giving an amazing battle no matter the disease you might have, know I’m proud of you for being such a strong person and pulling through this. Also know that my messages are always open for anyone who feels like ranting or releasing pent up feelings, I’m here for you. Love ya <3

TW: bad diagnosis, no disease mentioned just the bad news, crying and breaking down.

KEIGOreceived the news through text. It was short and curt, a sign someone else had written it and not you. His heart dropped to his stomach upon the diagnosis, the files in his hands slipping away and spilling near his feet, eyes glued to the screen. He flies out of the agency and straight to the hospital, frantic labored breathing escaping his lips as he checks in at the main office and is led to your room. Your parent is standing outside, a troubled expression on their face as they clutch your phone in their hands. They step aside allowing him to enter, tear strikes on their cheeks as they quickly look away. You’re sitting on the bed facing the wall, fingers playing with your feather necklace, eyes blank as silent tears run down your cheeks. He sits next to you in silence, wings enveloping you as a shield and gently nudging you to lean on his shoulder, his fingers searching yours through the deafening silence. You begin to sob then, uncontrollable and loud, cutting off your breathing short and as he quickly brings you into his chest, he too feels your pain at the news. He strokes your hair, humming a small tune to calm you down, wiping away your tears with his thumb and leaving small kisses on your hairline. “Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise you we’ll get through this.”

AIZAWAwas there. He witnessed the doctor’s crestfallen face, your smile disappearing, how your hands trembled and your face paled at the news. He caught you as you fell to your knees, thanking the doctor on their way out and holding you tightly to his chest as sobs wrecked your body. The news were bad, devastating and right now as you fell apart in his arms he didn’t know what to tell you to make you feel better. So he didn’t say anything. He just rocked you both back and forth, arms tightening around your frame and letting you claw at his chest. No hero training could prepare him for something like this, in reality he too wanted to burst into tears. Right now he wouldn’t because you needed him to be strong, you needed him in these moments and you always came first in his mind. Kissing the top of your head he grabbed your hand bringing it up to his lips allowing his actions to speak for him. “Shouta I can’t-” “Of course you can.” His voice was soft and soothing almost as if he was afraid to break the silence. “You are the strongest person I know and if anyone can beat this it’s you. You’ll pull through, you’ll make it work.” He knew the sun would shine through, even if the sky seemed clouded at the moment.

The email came on RUMI’s phone. You had given the clinic her email address for some reason and she was the first to know. Reading through it, at first she thought they had made a mistake. This couldn’t be right… You were perfectly healthy! This must be a mistake. But upon continuing down the diagnosis she began finding things that had changed throughout the past few months. Symptoms that the both of you had taken too lightly blaming it on allergies, the weather, the strong wind or the rain that you had been caught in on the way home. How was she supposed to tell you? How was she supposed to look you in the eyes and share something like this? Dialing your phone number she asked you to meet her at your favorite cafe and order whatever you wanted from the menu while you waited. She found you with an untouched strawberry shortcake in front of you and a brightnining smile, not a care in the world. Sitting down, she intertwined her fingers with yours giving them a firm squeeze and running her finger over your wedding ring. With a deep sigh she began: “I have some news, darling…”

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Dadzawa and baby Eri :)

Hi I haven’t posted in forever whoops

This is apart of my series “The Park” A strange park seems to be leading people to another land, filled with monsters and magic. What happens when you fall into the web of half man, half spider? My master list 

Thank you for this request, I had fun writing this!

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, bondage, monster kink

“Hey!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, again. “I’m stuck down here! Somebody get that stupid ranger!” You turned around and kicked a branch that had fallen, hoping it would have gone flying to satisfy the rising rage inside of you. The branch grabbed at your pant leg, knocking you back into the side of the hill. It doesn’t matter how hard you try, this slight slope won’t let you climb to the top. You grabbed onto rocks that looked plenty sturdy, and they suddenly came lose knocking you to the bottoms. You tried using a stick for leverage, and it snapped. Even just climbing on your hands and knees sent you tumbling to the bottom of this hill. It didn’t look challenging, in fact you thought for a moment that it had a path leading right towards your dropped cell phone. You want to scream in frustration, why can’t you just make it up one tiny hill? Your cell phone is completely useless, it must have fallen really hard, it’s shut off and won’t turn back on. You throw that too, letting it disappear into the thick foliage. At least when they recover your dead body they won’t be able to look at anything embarrassing in your phone, you thought to yourself. The group chat doesn’t need to be exposed to the public….

You don’t want to stray too far from the path, but maybe there’s a less violent way back up to the park. You try walking along the hill for a little while, but the forest just keeps heading downwards until you don’t see anything that resembles a path at all. You don’t know if you’re dehydrated, or maybe your blood sugar is low but everything is starting to look wonky. The trees are giant down here, some trunks look like you could drive a car through them. The flowers are too bright, not the diluted pale yellow you’re used to seeing along the trails. The birds are loud, insanely loud. You feel a terrible sensation of dread, like you’re on a big stage. Eyes on the back of your head from every angle, and it’s getting dark.

For the first time in your life, you felt the need to stay quiet. The cuts on your legs are stinging, the foliage is relentless and tore through your jeans easily.

“A human-” You hear something from the tree tops hiss out a whisper. “A human this far out?”

“And all alone.” From another tree, another voice. They spoke quietly, but the sounds of the forest seemed to halt the moment the first one spoke, you could hear the voices ring out clear as day “All alone, how-” the first voice started. “Pathetic.” The other finished. A medley of hoots and laughter erupted from all sides. Your brain could hardly process what’s happening, a chill ran all the way up your spine, and as if a lightning bolt struck you, the urge to run was all you could think of. Blood pumping as adrenaline seeped into your veins, you ran, tripping over rocks and other obstacles only to scramble back to your feet in horror as something with a clawed hand tore at your ankle. You turned to look behind you, the trees were rustling and creatures with beady red eyes were laughing at you. But the ground underneath your feet suddenly disappeared, you couldn’t scream as the air seemed to escape your lungs, falling in the dark. You braced your entire body for impact, you seemed to have fallen down some type of shaft. With your hands out in front of you flailing, they touched the sticky material first before your entire body spun rapidly. You were finally holding still now, wrapped entirely in- something. You took a few rapid and panicked breaths. “What the fuck!” You scream as loud as you can, your hands pinned to your side by thick white rope. Rope? You thought after trying to get a better look at your situation. Oh God- you think. “Is this a fucking spider web? Help!” You scream, again. “Help! Jesus h christ somebody help me!” You yell, wriggling with all of your strength. Somehow you loosen one of your hands just enough to pull it up to your face. You tear at the webs, they stick your hands but start to come lose. “Stop that.” You hear a cool, deep voice. It’s pitch black down here, you don’t see anything. The sound of several feet click against rock. “You’ll fall and hit the rock, and I don’t feel like scraping your body off of my cave floor.”

You stop moving immediately. “Hey who’s there?” You shout, trying to sound confident but there’s a bit of waiver in your voice. Your eyes start adjusting to the dark and you gasp, before letting out another blood curdling scream. A man’s face was directly in front of yours. He sighs and grabs your free arm, and bites down hard. You instantly feel woozy, your head spinning like you’re drunk. You feel webbing around you start to untangle, you fall gently into the man’s arms and he cradles you against his chest. He smells earthy, but not unpleasant. In fact there is a strange, almost overwhelming smell on him that floods your nostrils and makes swoon. It’s not sweet like a perfume, it’s musky. “You… smell good…” You mumble, feeling sleepy.

Time spaces in and out, you don’t know how long you’re laying there but the man has been running his fingers through your hair and holding you the entire time. You feel soft kisses along the top of your head periodically, you can hardly understand what he says only catching pieces. “What a pretty little thing…” The man’s voice felt like an echo, a far away sound that bounced off of the walls of your head.

With a foggy brain, you eventually peel your eyes open. It almost feels as if they had been sewn shut, but you fight the urge to fall back asleep by suddenly pushing yourself up with your elbows, gasping and calling out with a cry. “Back to being loud already?” The gruff voice from before was close to you. You whip your head around and look for him. You blink a few times, making sure you’re seeing what’s in front of you correctly. Part of him looks perfectly human, he has a human head, torso, arms and even legs. But it ends right about the knee, the human part anyway. His legs turn into shiny almost armor plated appendages that hung there. The rest of him, was utterly terrifying. He had the back half of a giant spider attached to him. “You’re a-” Your words catch in your throat. “A bug!” You stammer out.

“Tell me, have you ever seen a bug that looks like this?” The man asked with a blank expression. You thought for a moment, wanting debating on if you just wanted to scream again or not. “No… I don’t think so.” You said cautiously. “Then I’m obviously not a bug. Are you stupid or do they not teach you humans about drider where you’re from?” He had his arms crossed, looking a little annoyed. “Hey!” You barked. “Don’t be rude!” You sat all the way up and crossed your arms back. “We don’t have dryers, or whatever you said where I’m from. I obviously hit my head really hard and am imaging this.” You tried to stand up, a wave of nausea hitting you. Okay, maybe not a dream. That pain in your stomach is all too real. “Don’t move. You haven’t eaten anything in days, you could get hurt.” He got closer to you, and you staggered back, trying to crawl away from him. “Don’t come any closer to me you freak!” He stopped in his tracks, sighed, and tossed an apple to you. “Is this a trick?” You eyed the fruit, your stomach rumbling. “If I was going to poison you I would have injected more venom into you, eat the fruit your hunger is making you intolerable.”

You grabbed the apple and obeyed, greedily eating and already starting to feel much better after just a few bites. It did seem to settle your nerves once your blood sugar started to stabilize, the monster gave you another fruit, and you ate that too. “Are you ready to be more reasonable?” He asked. “I’m not the unreasonable one.” You grumbled. “I’ve been kidnapped and you want me to be all sunshine and rainbows.”

“What is kidnapped?” He asked, eyeing you suspiciously. “Abducted? Taken? Snatched?” You tossed your hands in the air, frustrated. Taking a look around, you noticed the only way out of this cave is back up the hole through a mess of webs. The poor creature looked tired, and slightly confused. “I thought you fell into my web purposefully.”

“That’s crazy! Why would I do something like that?” You finally managed to pull yourself off of the ground and onto shaky feet. He took a step towards you, the light from above shining down across his face. He is handsome, in a rugged way. If you lifted your hand and covered the spider part from view, he might even be your type. He has jet black hair that falls to his shoulders and brushes across his forehead, he has a bit of a beard shadow, and he’s pale, likely from hiding down here away from the sun. “Well, you were being chased by harpeys. Maybe you thought my nest was empty, and you could hide here.” He stepped closer again, his height looming over you. Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned down, bringing his face just inches away from yours. “Or maybe you smelled my pheromones, and you’re looking to mate.”

There it was again, that smell. An earthy smell, like the smell in the air just before it rains on a hot summer day. It’s intense and floods your nostrils, sending heat through your entire body. You shiver and a small whimpering sound escapes your lips. The monster let’s out a husky laugh, before cupping your face. He tries to plant a kiss on you, but you snap back into attention. “Hey what did you do to me!?” You yell and smack him on the head. He doesn’t flinch. “You know you are very annoying.” The thing sighs. “Alright, come on.” He grabs you by the waist and begins climbing the webbing, you protest and wiggle a but before realizing that the shaft is very tall, and you don’t want him to drop you. “Be careful you-” he’s quick, you’re already back in the sunshine. He sets you down on a patch of soft moss and turns around, heading back toward the cave. “Wait where are you going?!” You throw a rock at the exhausted drider. It bounces off of his back abdomen and he turns halfway back to face you. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“You can’t just leave me out here!” The tops of trees look menacing, you feel immensely small out here. “Is that not what you want?” The drider had a wicked look in his dark eyes, you put your hands on your hips. “I- I might be a little lost out here.” You tried not to look him in the face, something about him making you feel a mixture of horror and terrible curiosity. “I would allow you to stay in my nest, for safety.” He started to say. “But you’re quite loud and obnoxious. I’d rather keep the space for a better mate.” He crawled back into his cave. “You pig!” You stomped over to the edge and shouted down into the dark. “Hopefully I’m not TOO LOUD UP HERE FOR YOU.”

Who needs that stupid bug? You thought to yourself. Not too far from his hole is a river, after an hour or two you had a small fire burning a tiny fish roasting on a stick. You caught it with your jacket sleeve that was tied on the end like a net. It was messy, and you almost dropped it, but it worked and now you have a meal going. Your fire is tiny, but it’s enough for now until you can build a bigger one later. The sun was looming over head but it was starting to set, you could see the traitorous orb heading for the horizon.

“What are you doing?” You jumped, almost dropping your dinner. The spider monster was staring at you from his hole, leaning on his hands, resting in the dirt. “Why are you watching me? I thought I was a huge bother!” You mocked.

“I smelled something.” He was eyeing your fish. “Its my dinner?” You looked at him funny. He creeped out of his nest and yoinked the fish on a spit out of your hand. “Hey give that back!” He took a bite out of it. “Make more.” He handed you the spit back and you took a bite after him. “Its not that easy to catch fish you bully.”

He eyed the river. “You shouldn’t go near the river at night. You’ll get eaten. I’ll get you more fish if you’ll make more of…” He looked like he might take your fish again. “Whatever that is.”

Soon the two of you came to an agreement, you would cook things over a fire for him and he would keep things from murdering you and eating the flesh of your bones in the dark, a pretty fair trade.

He often begged you to quiet down, getting tired of listening to you talk incessantly about anything around you, but he eventually learned to mumble in response to you while sleeping in his web. He slept a lot, spending most of his time resting and only waking up to eat. You were gutting a small fish when a terrible sound cut through the cave, a large deer was groaning as it smacked against the cave wall before landing in the webbing.

Shouta perked up immediately and krept over to the net of webbing. You covered your mouth in horror as he bit down on the neck of the half dead animal, it shuddered and quit resisting almost immediately. He looked at you. “Can you cook this?” He pointed at it. “You want me to cook a deer for you??” Its huge, you’ll have to cut it apart and roast it piece by piece. You thought about the time you read about someone cooking whole piles of meat while buried in the dirt and roasting over hot coals. “I think I can- you might have to help.”

After a few hours of trials, the deer was drained of its blood by hanging from a tree. You gagged having to gut the thing, but eventually you got the meat cooking over a large bon fire outside of the nest. Shouta watched you carefully as you worked, like he was secretly taking note of your technique. You thought he was just intrigued by your strange human ways, but the beast man had truly come to enjoy your company. He’d spent most of his adult life alone in the dark, but you add a certain level of entertainment to his every day routine. He nags at you constantly, but if you suddenly stopped talking it would make him unhappy. The drider looked at the sun over head, it’s almost Autumn and this concerning to him. He thought about last winter, how the snow piled up enough that even he could hardly walk through it.

“I need to speak with you about something.” He was resting near you on webbing between two trees, looking down at you from above. You gazed up at him, his head hovering just above yours, his hair dangling down and tickling your cheeks. “Ooo that sounds serious.” You smiled.

“The Autumn season is approaching, we’ll need to move and find a nest for Winter.” He wiped a bead of sweat off of your brow and you wrinkled your nose at him. “Why can’t we stay here? I like being by the river.” You pouted, you’ve grown attached to your little home and you feel weirdly sad about leaving it behind. “It’ll be a harsh winter, we need to move towards the valley and find a better cave. But I have some concerns.”

You stopped messing with the deer hide, you were hoping to find a way to use the skin as some type of clothing. “What’s wrong?”

“We need make sure you can survive the snow, and have plenty to eat. I don’t need to eat nearly as much you do little human.” Not just your survival is on his mind, he pondered telling you about his… condition he faces during the winter as well. He was scared to frighten you away. “Alright I’ll find a way to make myself some warmer clothes, and we can build up a food reserve wherever we move too. It’s okay, we can do it!” You beamed, sure that even with just this deer skin you could make maybe a blanket.

A day later the two of you had delicious deer to eat, and you packaged the left overs which had been dried into a type of jerky into your new snack you made. Using widdled deer bones and the hide you made yourself a small pack to carry things. You’ve been learning on the fly how to survive out here, luckily for you, you’ve seen a lot of ‘naked and afraid’ episodes.

The two of your traveled all day, and late into the night after saying goodbye to your summer nest. He carried you on his back for a few hours at a time, because the brush is thick and difficult to navigate. He climbed the tree tops and held you in his arms in a webbed hammock, keeping you warm as you slept under the moonlight.

The next day you did the same, until finally you reached a low point of the forest. The forest broke into clearings, and the foothills were littered with beautiful wild flowers. The mountains looked like large comforting over seerers, you could see cave systems from here, large cracks and openings. While holding onto his back, you suddenly smelled the strange scent again, it driving into your brain and making you lose control of your thoughts. He smelled intoxicating, your heart beat faster and your breath caught in your throat. He set you down on the ground outside of a cave opening and you snapped back into reality. “What just happened?”

You felt confused, eyeing the mouth of the cave wondering how you got here so quickly. “We made it. This is my winter cave.” He looked over your shoulder. “If anything was around it should have run off by now, It would have smelled my pheromones.”

“Is that what that was? You about had me hypnotized. It smells really good.” You left the side of the drider and investigated your winter home. It’s warm in there, the air of the cave is pleasant and dry. It spacious too, you’ll have plenty of room to store your survival supplies. He approached your side and put his hands on your shoulders, resting his cheek against yours. “Do you like your new home?” He asked, gently moving his hand to touch your cheek opposite of where he rested his head. There it was, that scent again. You took a deep breath and shuddered. “Woah-” you choked out. Chills erupting all over your body. “How odd, you really do like my scent.” He said quietly, his rough voice vibrating against your ear. “It usually sends a feeling of pure terror into prey. Yet here you are my little human, responding to me like any qualified mate would.” The stubble of his beard rubbed against the tender nape of your neck, he spoke almost directly against your skin, his lips dancing over your jaw line. “I can smell your heat, mate.” He whispered, his hands exploring your body, reaching under your tattered shirt and tracing clawed fingers lightly over your stomach and ribs. “You won’t be able to resist much longer. Soon I’ll have no control over my glands, I’ll be secreting pheromones into the cavern air all winter. You’ll be filled with my offspring come spring.”

You didn’t have to worm your way out of his grip, he released you and started webbing the cave while you worked to make the place more homey. You gathered tinder for a fire just outside, still in the gaze of your protective drider. You’d need his help to gather logs for more fuel, you wished you had an ax of some sort or more tools to help you build things. You tried to design a few tools in your head while gathering materials but thoughts of his body pressed against yours interrupted your survival plans, repeatedly. If you lost focus for a second, you’d think of marching in there and pulling him down by his neck on top of you. Maybe, you tried to picture what sex would even look like with a spider. He has normal human parts, but they’re attached to the body of a very large bug. It intimidates you, and the idea of giving birth to spider babies is even more terrifying. Would he even be able to get your pregnant? Would it even be the worst thing in the world to have a little family with your grumpy spider husband? Would you even be able to say no if you caught a whiff of his magic spider perfume? You argued the pros and cons with yourself, muttering under your breath and tearing at dead grass before the sun starts to set.

You ate a handful of berries and deer jerkey quietly, a very tiny fire burned down to embers, leaving the cave dark. You laid down on the cave floor, wishing for a pillow. “Y/N.” Shouta called to you from his nest. You ignored him, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “I know you’re still awake little kitten, why don’t you let me hold you while you sleep?” He purred from his comfortable web, swinging a bit back and forth like the web was rocking him. “I’m fine, the dirt isn’t too horrible.” You lied.

You heard the whipping of web cutting through air before a line of the sticky material connected with your back. You were yanked from your spot on the cave floor and flown into the waiting arms of Shouta. “You stubborn thing.” He said in a tone only you could read as loving. Your back laid against the web, your head cradled against his chest. “Much better.”

Piling and stocking up reserves, gathering wood for fire and making plans for how you would get water were all your days were filled with for two weeks. A chill in the air started to creep into the mornings, the days not heating up until noon. Every night you laid in his arms, exhausted. 

This particular morning you wake up to the sound of thunder cracking, it should be morning by now but it’s still dark

“No! It’s storming!” You almost fall out of the nest and run to the cave entrance. “It looks like we’re stuck in here for now, we’ll have to keep preparing for winter at another time.” Shouta called, still comfortable in his web bed. “Come lay with me.” You were beckoned back to him, a potent and spell binding scent filling the room. You took a cautious step towards him, the sounds of the storm splashing against the rock just outside of your cozy home. “I want to hold my pretty little kitten, come into my arms.” Your bare feet padded against the cave floor, taking small steps until you find yourself just below him. His chest is out, he wears a silken black tunic usually but it laid strewn across the dirt floor. His pale skin is rippled with muscles, toned in every location. He reached down and plucked you off of your feet, pulling you on top of him. “There she is.” Just the sensation of his skin against yours drives you wild. You gasp and fall across him, breathing in and releasing a deep sigh. Your body is filled with heat, blood rushing between your legs. You let out a quiet moan, trying to hold it back but it just escapes your lips loud enough for the drider to chuckle. He rubbed his fingers along your back, removing your old shirt you’ve been wearing and washing over and over again and throwing it out of the web. “That thing is disgusting, you need new clothing. I’ll make you some my love.” Your breasts press on him, your nipples rubbing against his cool skin and hardening. “You have such a beautiful body-” He kissed the top of your head “-I want to hear more of those sounds, do it again for me.” He grabbed you by the hips and moved you where he wanted you, just over his cock. He started grinding, letting himself rub against your clit. You clung to him, paralyzed with both nerves and pleasure. He stopped grinding and grabbed your wrist bringing it to his mouth. “You’re so stiff, let me help you relax.” He very gently bit down, his fangs barley puncturing your skin. You felt immediately the effects of his venom. Your entire body burned with an intense heat, like you took several shots of tequila in a row. It’s a good heat, radiating in your chest and abdomen. He grabbed your chin and brought you to his mouth, enticing you to kiss him by leading with just a small peck. You grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him with abandon, your tongue thrashing against his. He couldn’t help but pull away and laugh darkly, his eyes red and filled with lust. “From the moment you fell into my trap, I knew you were mine.”

Your pulse pounded so loud you could hear your heat beating in your ears. Like magic his silk sprung from the ceiling, rocketing towards you and connecting with your hands. The bindings wrapped around your wrists and down the majority of your arms, hoisting you upwards and keeping you hovered above him. The drider grabbed onto your hips, pulling your suspended body to his open mouth, his fangs dripping with green venom. His tongue licked your folds, exploring and looking for your sensitive and swollen clit so that he could suck you into his mouth. Your wriggled, the sensation overwhelming and powerful. The monster held your helpless form still with his strong hands, persuading an orgasm out of you rather quickly. You shook and gasped, the feeling rocking through you like a low burning fire, each flick of his tongue stoking the coals.

He lazily glanced up through your thighs and searched for your eyes, they’re squeezed shut. He smirks and palms your ass, your eyes shooting open with a jolt of a sharp pain. You leered down at him. “Hey!” You complained. He couldn’t help but laugh again, enjoying how you feign resistance. “Are you not enjoying yourself?” The drider dragged a claw down your soft belly, just breaching the first layer of skin. You bit your lip and held back a moan. “You’re going to take my cock-” He aligned you with his hips, pressing his tip against your entrance. “-and like it.”

The air escaped through your lips with a hiss as he pushed his way inside. He didn’t buck into you, he pulled your body down, bouncing you with the resistance of the web. He fucked into you like a toy, his fingers digging into your hips as you bounced up and down on his cock. You couldn’t hold back your cries, with each stroke you gasped and moaned. “What a good girl.” He said before pulling you down faster, the sound of his flesh pounding against yours echoed through the cave. He stiffened a bit, his movements becoming messy, his pace getting faster but with less rhythm. “Fuck-” He groaned before you felt his cock pulse, he relaxed, the webbing restraining you loosening so that your hips rested against his, his throbbed cock still inside you. “What a good kitten.” His voice sounds tired. He pulled you down into his arms. “Back to sleep…” He didn’t even yawn, his eyes closed and he cradled you close to him. You tried to pull yourself out of his arms. “I think the rain stopped! We need to get to wor-” His eyes shot open with a vicious glare and he pulled you back to him tighter. “Do you ever stop talking?” For a moment his stoic face broke, and you saw a glimmer of adoration, of something pure. He looked happy. You nestled back into his arms. “Fine, maybe just a quick nap.”

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