#also I wanted more buried/dark statements

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

I really really really love TMA season 5 and I think the last handful of episodes were really good and it was a good ending for the podcast, I love how unique the statements and domains were now that any notion of reality could be done with. I just wish that the plot structure outside of the statements was something similar to what they did in season 3 and not just Martin and Jon talking about how the apocalypse sucks and Jon being depressed. Like ok got some iconic moments but I just wish what the plot structure was like in those last few episodes after they got to London was just how it was for the whole time. I also wish they stuck to their guns on Fear Soup, especially after all the blended domains they went through, instead of doubling down on “yeah the Fears are separate beings and also sort of sentient”. In my mind that isn’t real

[bookwormonastring]

i find it funny seeing how many people found the lost johns’ cave ep of the magnus archives so terrifying cos for me yeah it was scary but you wanna know what my main response to that episode was? “I REALLY WANNA GO CAVING AGAIN!” lost johns’ cave is only like 40 mins from where i live as well, it is so tempting

[softspiderling]

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It’s late when Rafe gets home.

He only wanted to meet Topper for a drink at the country club but one turned into three and before he knew it, it was 2 am.

The house is sitting in darkness when he enters, and he tries to be quiet as to not wake you up - hell hath no fury like you woken up in the middle of the night for no reason. Rafe doesn’t even dare to turn the light on the bedroom on, letting the light in the hallway shine into the room. He can see you buried under the blankets with quiet snores, and he tiptoes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before turning the light on.

The sight that greets him nearly sends him into cardiac arrest: the bathtub stained red, splotches half hazardly wiped away, the shower sprinkled with a red liquid running down the drain, and the white towel in the hamper stained a dark-ish red.

“What the-“

Rafe’s heart sinks and he immediately books it out of the bathroom, throwing the door open so hard it nearly comes out of its hinges. He turns the light on, getting on the bed and tugging you out of under the blankets, panicked.

“Rafe, what the hell?!” you shout, but he ignores you as he scans you up and down, patting you down to see if you’re hurt.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Rafe sits back, relieved when he realizes you’re fine. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“I scared you???” you retort, staring at him flabbergasted. “I was sleeping like a baby until you barged in here and started feeling me up like you’ve been in prison for the last five years, what the fuck!”

Rafe sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I came home and the bathroom looks like a murder scene, how the fuck did you expect me to react?” he grunts, his eye twitching. “What the fuck were you even doing in there?”

Just as the words leave his mouth, he pauses, taking a closer look at your hair before running his fingers through the red strands.

“You dyed your hair.”

It’s more of a statement than a question and you nod, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

Rafe doesn’t reply, instead he brushes your hair with his fingers, coming up to the back of your head before tugging on it to pull you into a deep kiss. “It’s hot.”

You giggle into the kiss, swatting at his chest, pulling away a bit. “Sorry I ruined the bathroom, I didn’t know hair dye stains so badly.”

“‘s fine,” Rafe grunts, pressing you into the bed, as he hovers over you. “I can call a cleaning company tomorrow. Right now I’m more interested in seeing if your hair stains the sheets.”

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author’s note: just a quick drabble i wrote in ten minutes inspired by me taking a shower after the hair salon forgetting how the red dye leaks. also bc @zyafics told me to post so. not beta read, we die like REDACTED

[mytheoristavenue]

Straw Hat Men with you in a Skirt W/O Panties 🍋

Summary: How your boyfriend would react if they saw you on deck, wearing a skimpy skirt with no underwear.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, penetration, sexual frustration, groping, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Monkey D. Luffy:

He wasn't anticipating anything exciting ho happen today. The crew had been at sea for weeks with no destination in sight. If he didn't know any better, it might've occurred to him that Nami had gotten them lost. Needless to say, Luffy was bored out of his mind. Nobody to play games with, and nothing to do.

So when he made his way to the deck and found you leaning over the railing, what little fabric was on your hips billowing in the breeze, his interest was peaked. The closer he got, the more it dawned on him, that he could see flesh that shouldn't be visible. Deciding he had to see for himself, he strolled up to you, pressing his chest against your back, and cupping your ass, fingertips grazing your heat. "Why aren't you wearing panties?"

"Don't feel like it." you giggled. "Besides, everyone is so busy today, it's not like I'll get caught."

Luffy chuckled, a grin cracking his features. "I caught you though."

"You don't count, you're my boyfriend." you sighed playfully, 'accidentally' bending a bit deeper at the waist.

"It counts even more," he purred, leaning into your ear with a airy laugh. "'Cuz I'm also your captain." As if to punctuate his statement, his finger slipped into your sex, pumping shallowly. You sighed, laying your head back against his shoulder. "And as your captain I order you to get your ass to my room."

Roronoa Zoro:

All he wanted was rest, to nap in the sun after hours of working out, but you couldn't even give him that. He stirred awake to find you standing over him, hands clasped innocently behind your back. You loomed over him, standing between this open legs, smiling down at him. From his angle, be could barely see the the lack of fabric beneath your skirt, but it was enough.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure nobody could see, be hastily gripped the backs of your knees, pulling you forward. Lifting your skirt, he buried his face in your sex, slipping his tongue between your lips. You trembled at the way he sensually kissed your heat, with the same amount of passion he'd kiss your face with.

You whined softly as your fingers gripped what little hair he had as his head found shelter fully beneath the thin fabric that hugged your hips. "Shhhh..." he hushed, the vibrations against your clit making you weak at the knees. "Somebody'll hear."

"Z-Zoro..." you murmured pitifully. One of your dainty hands reached down to uncover his face, wanting to see him nestled in your thighs. Instead you were met with his dark, lusty eyes peering up at you.

God Usopp:

He had been descending the stairs from the cabin to the deck when he immediately stopped in his tracks. His haki alerted him to something in his path at was amiss. Quickly, he scanned the area to make sure nobody else was there to see what he was, before hopping down the rest of the steps and darting over to confront you. "What do you think your doing?" he hissed, flustered as could be.

"Enjoying the warm weather." you giggled, leaning over the railing of the Sunny. Some how the nonchalant energy of your answer made the irritation in his cheeks worse.

"Weather, my ass!" he replied, fists clenched with embarrassment. "Why do you have you ass out on deck?"

"Why are you looking?" you quipped playfully.

"It's kinda hard not to when I can see it from the top of the stairs. What if someone else sees you?" he worried, his eye twitching in annoyance from your lack of concern.

"Awe," you snickered, turning your body to face his as he pinned you against the railing. "Is somebody jealous?" you teased, palming him through his pants before grinding yourself against him.

"No," he breathed with furrowed brows. "Just don't want anybody else seeing what's mine."

"Is that right?" you cooed, slipping your hand into his waistband to give him a few playful pumps. "Maybe we should take this back to the workshop, then? That way you can have me all to yourself."

Vinsmoke Sanji:

He hummed softly, setting out his ingredients for dinner when you strolled in. "Need any help, babe?" you offered, trying your best to look innocent.

"I got it, love," he replied with a gentle smile. "But you're welcome to stay if you want." He turned back to his prep station, only to realize that he forgot one thing: garlic. "Hey, actually, do you mind handing my a clove of garlic from the shelf over there?"

Nothing could've prepared Sanji to watch you bed over, only to be fully nude beneath that tiny skirt. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, before he set the knife that he'd planned to chop the garlic with down. Quietly, he approached you as you were still bent at the hip, and firmly grasped your hips. "Mon amour," he purred, unbuckling his belt with a single hand, before pulling out his erect cock and rubbing it against your heat with little warning.

The sweet gasps he pulled from you gave him life and spurred him on to slip into you. "S-Sanji..." you moaned quietly.

"Laisse moi te baiser correctement, mon ange."

Translation:

"Mon amour," = "My love,"

"Laisse moi te baiser correctement, mon ange." = "Let me fuck you right, my angel."

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

The Brutality (and some censoring) Of The Rumbar Deaths.

Similar to my piece on Yorki and his lil sickness, this is again just something that haunts me constantly and is honestly something I don’t see anyone else talking about. Maybe this is because I have Rumbar Pirates autism. The deaths of the Rumbar Pirates are often thought to just be the snippet we see during their final moments, however Oda paints a much darker picture, with such dark hues the anime had to censor some of this. More than just Binks Sake happened to these men.

To begin, I am going to introduce you all to a certain Rumbar Pirate. Pirates.

This is Madaisuki! He has a twin brother named Madawadasuki Mizuta!

These Mizuta boys are named this because they are the japanese pun of “I love DOTS!” and “Dots ain’t half bad!” We know they were young, and that they wanted to be just like Brook. (I will go over these statements a bit later.) They wore matching clothing, mirroring one another as some twins do, having a tight bond. We already know their candles were snuffed out too short, but do you know how this happened to each? Madawadasuki is shown in the Bink’s Sake flashback, blood pooling on his temple and matting some of his hair. He looks tired, but with a smile, plays on with the other remaining crew. That is the key word here, remaining. There were hundreds of men on this ship yet THIS is what we see surrounding Brook on the deck? Where are the rest. THAT is where Madaisuki comes in. 

Madaisuki does not die on screen, but his body, just the body, is gruesome enough that the anime had to censor it. When we find the young man, he is in one of the off rooms, looks to be the dining area, thrown onto the floor with his arms outstretched, with his hair still attached to the skull.

This is not the reason behind the censoring, no, the reason is the cause of death.

Plunged into his skull and back, pinning his body to the floor with his jaw still open, are his own weapons. His own swords pin his body to the floor, so even if he somehow survived the attack, he could not get up, however with your own blade through your brain case and into the blood spattered floor below you, that is not much of an option. Those swords.. they also are made to mirror YORKI’S. They both wanted to be just like their Captains.

[ more info on Maddy here ]

This leaves a few things open for the reader to take in. Why is he tucked away in an off room like this? Well, it means the battle either continued into these rooms, not just on deck, which is more than likely shown by the shattered mirrors and doors in the bedrooms and hallways we see, or poor Madaisuki was cornered, overpowered, and butchered.

In any case, this means his brother either also saw this and continued to smile and sing for Laboon, or held a hope that somehow, his twin was just somewhere else, tucked away to die in peace. How many other men died this way, for we see bedroom doors torn off hinges and blood spattering the walls.

Time does do that, a butchering does.

This is just one body, one upon hundreds, we know this because of a line Franky states so casually I am unsure if the anime added it; “We could not carry them all, we buried them here. The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.”

The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.

How many men died, because those multiple upon multiple coffins were not filled with bodies, but skulls. Only skulls.

If the ship cannot carry it, how do we expect BROOK?? He must hold grief for he was acting Captian, these things on his head alone, and knowing he failed his partner, my god, that must ache. To know you created widows, fatherless children, families who will never know if their little boys or men or partners or fathers would come home. No closure, only Brook, and the poison that caused the remaining light-hearted musicians to bleed out in their little heap.

When Brook picks up the skull of Madaisuki, a memory comes to mind. Perhaps not a recent one, for he knew them for many years, but one that stood out to him. One Oda chose for us to see as a representation of Brook’s thoughts;

“You’re awesome, Brook! Can you teach me to swordfight like you?”

We see the body, with his own weapons used against him, holding his corpse in place with a hole blasted through his brain. His polka dots he adored are spattered as well, torn where his ribcage was cut open. Brook failed him. He failed them all, in his eyes, not the viewer or actuality. And this breaks my heart.

Update 1.0

Absolutely I think he does have his.. odd crew moments/interactions.

Sanji at the right angle, asking for something and the response is a slip up of “yes, my Captain!” In such a tone that Sanji could mistake himself as more than a crewmate in Brook’s eyes.

Somedays they finds the skeleton speaking to himself, small quolms or questions, asking to an invisible force in silence.

“John, how did you make your coffee again?”

“Madaisuki, how do you do this..?”

Some nights, he’s found over the beds, absent in all human aspects but dead, mute and upsettingly still.

When Usopp asks, after minutes of motionless, creeping anxiety, why does he just stand, why does he watch?

“I want to make sure you’re breathing! It means you’re real.”

[padfootagain]

The Car Trap

Hi!!!!! Here I am again, back to my old antics! Yes, I’m adding one more person to my masterlist. Yes, I am going to hell for this, and you know what? I’ll have such a great time!

Anyway, no one asked for this, except for me, as I was desperate for some Hozier fics, and couldn’t find any new ones anymore! So, here we go! Hope you like this, let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst to fluff! Friends to lovers, snowed-in… in a car… *hihihihihihhi!!!*

Summary: You're offered a job in Switzerland, and you're ready to accept it. It would offer you a new beginning, a way to forget about the love you have for your best friend. But a trip through a snowstorm with Andrew might change everything...

Word Count: 7282

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This trip was a disaster.

A fucking, outrageously terrible disaster…

The weather was terrible, for a start. And that was a statement made with an Irish reference, which was saying a lot. It had been raining so hard you had to stop the car for a while as you could not see the road ahead at all. Then it was time for so much wind that your fingers were cramping over the strength used to hold the wheel. Four hours later, it was getting dark, the sun already setting and the sky heavy with clouds that blocked all sunlight. And it was snowing.

Fucking snowing.

Great. Wonderful. Lovely.

Oh, but if only the problem was held by the capricious weather… no… no, this was but a part of the issue. You could even say that this was the top of the iceberg, just a tiny fraction of the shit you were buried under.

Because your phone had died. But then again, you had no signal anyway to get the help of a friendly and absolutely annoying GPS; and in the passenger seat by your side, your best friend was struggling with a fifteen-year old map that was so out-of-date that it might as well have not existed for the help it got you…

You were lost. You were fucking lost, in the middle of nowhere, while it was getting dark and snowing and there was nothing manmade in sight to ask for help.

Wonderful. Truly, wonderful.

Oh, and that was without mentioning that the best friend in question was also the man you had been in love with for years but had never dared confess your feelings to.

Outrageously bad, that road trip, really…

Andrew picked up his phone to get some more light, his glasses perched haphazardly on his nose as he tried to decipher names printed on the large map splayed across his laps; hair held back in a low bun, allowing you to see his focused features.

“So?”

He merely hummed in response, a long finger following a dark line.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” you insisted.

“None whatsoever,” he shook his head.

He sat back in his seat, before rubbing his eyes.

“I mean… we’ll end up crossing a village at one point if we keep going along this road,” he sighed. “I don’t have a better plan for now.”

“We might have to stop at one point, though. The snow is getting heavy.”

“I had never envisioned dying from the cold in the middle of nowhere on some random Irish road…” Andrew joked, his tone almost contemplative, and you couldn’t refrain a chuckle.

“And with you! Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m dying with you, of all people.”

“Why not? You don’t want to see me dying?”

“I don’t want my last moments to be shared with someone as annoying as you.”

He tried to throw back some witty remark, but his laughter was too much to handle.

He had pushed back the seat as far as possible, of course, in an attempt to accommodate his long limbs, but even in this position, his legs were not fully extended before him, his knees hitting the dashboard at every bump of the road.

You forced your gaze to go back to the road again, squinting your eyes to see through the heavy snow that fell now, instead of lingering on his legs.

God… you were so damn ridiculous…

His quiet rumble of a laugh finally died out, but a smile remained set on his features, even though his tone was serious as he spoke again.

“We can still turn the engines on every once in a while to get some heat.”

“Won’t that drain the battery or something?”

“If we don’t do it too much, it should be fine. Besides, it’s not minus twenty outside, relax. We’ll be fine.”

You merely nodded, falling, as always, for the safety in his quiet voice and the warmth of his tone.

Besides, it was easier to believe in the certainty of his voice, in its soothing sound, than to face the snow falling more and more heavily outside, the night creeping over the distant mountains, right beyond the green fields. Their silhouettes were almost made invisible now by the low light, you could only guess their shadows. Despite the headlights, you could barely make out the stony walls on each side of the road, mostly devoured by ivy and thickets. You had slowed down your pace, driving slowly in fear that a wild animal would suddenly jump in front the car, or that you would miss a random house set by the road.

It was also easier to focus on the silly story he was using to quieten your mind rather than to mention the reason behind this trip across the countryside.

You were leaving.

You were leaving Ireland to settle in Switzerland for a job. Or well, nothing was fixed for now, but you had an amazing opportunity. A first trip to the country to meet your future boss in person was planned for the following week, and at the end of these three days spent in Geneva, you had to sign your contract. You would then have about a month to find a place and move there.

So, you and your best friend had decided to enjoy a little road trip together. Driving all the way to the other side of the country. Staying at an Airbnb near the western coast. Enjoying four days together spent by the sea, the cliffs, and an awful lot of chips and beer.

You had been puzzled by Andrew’s reaction when you told him about your new job. He had seemed… unphased by it.

Of course, with his career, he was often away, and you were used not to live close to each other for long periods of time. Still, you were always one of the first people he visited whenever he was home. And while he stayed in Ireland, you spent most of your time together. As if he wanted to soak in as many moments as he could before he would leave again. And yet, when you told him that you would move to another country, he didn’t even blink. He gave you a smile, congratulated you, offered you a warm hug, and that was it. He asked about the job, about the place where you would live… and that was it. No disappointment in the thought of you leaving. No sadness at the thought of not having you around. No heartbreak whatsoever…

But then again, you were a fool for hoping that he would feel this way. Because he was… Andrew. Absolutely-lovely, amazing-hair, siren-voiced, hilariously-witty, unbearably-gentle Andrew. You had been friendzoned a few weeks after your first encounter, and you had no reason to believe that his feelings had changed. Actually, this new job, you took it as an opportunity to forget him. Move on. And not only because many miles would separate your homes, but because you weren’t leaving on your own.

Another one of your colleagues, Tom, had been approached by the same company as you had. He had already accepted the offer, and he was thrilled when he learned that you were leaving for Geneva as well. You knew he had a crush on you. He was pretty obvious about it. If he had never crossed a line, it was clear that he wanted you to give him a chance. And who knew? Perhaps this new beginning, with another man that you quite frankly found great, could mean you finally moving on from your stupid crush on your best friend. A new start, in another country. After spending a few weeks getting used to this new place, this new corporation, this new workplace… perhaps you would give Tom a chance. You desperately needed to forget Andrew, after all…

Of course, you didn’t know that you were completely, utterly wrong… about everything. That Andrew wanted to cry at the mere thought of you leaving. That he held you too tight and for too long that afternoon when, bathed in the neon light of your kitchen, you told him you were moving so far away from him, because he didn’t want you to see the tears in his eyes. He didn’t have the right to hold you back. He was but a friend to you, and friends needed to be supportive, and this was such a great opportunity for you, and… and he was only your friend.

Only your goddamn friend. As if Andrew hadn’t longed to be much more than that after a mere week spent in your company. But you had met before he would leave, touring for his second album, the timing was all wrong. He couldn’t ask you out for a couple of dates just to get you attached to him, before he would disappear for months on the other side of the planet. That wasn’t fair. He wanted to do things the right way. So, he kept his distance at first, unwilling to get too attached himself. But then, when he came home months later… you weren’t single anymore.

The fool… he had lost his chance. And over the years, the two of you had built such a great friendship that he didn’t want to take the risk anymore. Besides, he was certain that you didn’t see him this way. You had been in relationships, he had been in relationships… you had never showed any sign that would make him feel that he was more than a friend to you. Even when he tried to get you jealous, at the beginning, right after your break-up… but it didn’t work. The lure fell into the water in a deafening defeat, and he had made up both his mind and heart. You weren’t interested. He didn’t blame you. With his chaotic lifestyle.. who in their mind would settle for that?

Did it stop Andrew from still being in love with you, even after all this time? No, of course it did not. And the thought that you wouldn’t be home with him anymore…

He looked away, through the window, just to hide the tears that rose to his eyes all over again. He rested his elbow against the cold window, his lips to the back of his hand, biting lightly in the skin to calm down. He had no right to try to hold you back… no right at all… Was it your fault if he was enough of a fool to fall for his best friend? The cliché was almost too much to bear…

When he turned to you again, though, he couldn’t help the warm, fond feeling that invaded his chest at the sight of you. During the moment of silence you were both bathing into, disturbed solely by the wind and the tires over the frozen road, the night had almost conquered the last remnants of sunlight that lingered there, held against the eastern riff of the mountains. The headlights and the dim lights coming from the headboard were enough for him to see your features, though. They were enough for him to long to brush that strand of hair behind your ear, to lean across the car to kiss your cheek, to feel the warmth of your skin, even if for just a second, against his lips…

God, he didn’t want you to leave. What would he do if you left? When would you see each other? Never… If he spent so much time touring and you weren’t home…

God, he would move to Geneva with you if you asked. Even if it were to keep him as a mere friend, that was how badly he needed you in his life…

“Andy… I’m not sure I should keep driving…”

Andrew shook himself out of his thoughts, forced his attention back to the road ahead. You could barely see the road at all, as it was slowly turning white, just like the patches of grass between the road and the low walls…

Andrew shook his head.

“We can’t just stop in the middle of the road either. Just… drive slowly. Let’s try to find somewhere to park.”

You nodded, frowning in your focus.

You kept on driving for a while longer. The night was stark black when you finally found a small space by the road where you could safely park. There was still no house in sight, though… not that you could have seen anything beyond a five meters radius anyway…

You turned off the engine, let the lights go dark. Andrew turned on the light of his phone again.

“You should save some battery,” you argued.

“Got plenty, don’t worry.”

“So… now, what?”

“Now, we wait.”

“And if it keeps on snowing all night? Should we try to get some sleep?”

He merely nodded, setting his phone between the two of you to shed some light all over the tiny space of your car. Andrew reached behind him to get your coats from the backseat.

“We should put these on while they’re still warm.”

You didn’t complain when Andrew unfolded your warm coat, holding it up so you could easily slip your arms inside; nor did you stop him when he straightened it around your frame, reached for the zipper, and closed it for you.

And perhaps it would have been wiser for you to do so… but then again, you were human.

You were still trying to regulate your heartbeat while Andrew was putting on his own coat.

And for the first half-hour, everything was easy. You turned the engines back on for a few minutes when it got too cold, but in such a weather, you were worried your car wouldn’t start with a low battery. After all, it wasn’t exactly brand new.

“What if we get stuck in here?” you asked, worrying about the snow that didn’t give any sign of stopping.

“We’ll freeze to death, probably. At least the cold will preserve our bodies.”

“Good news for the police officer who’s gonna open the door. The smell won’t be too bad.”

“Exactly.”

“How long do you think before they find us?”

“Oh… at least a few weeks, if it snows enough.”

“Don’t you think anyone would notice a car covered in snow by the side of the road?”

“Not if there’s enough snow on it.”

You were the first to break, unable to be serious any longer. And Andrew’s laugh soon found yours, a deep rumble shaking the air around you.

“We won’t get fully snowed in,” Andrew reassured you as your laughter receded, in favour of the hushed quiet of winter. “Don’t worry. Besides, we’re not going to stay here all night. We’ll just wait until the worst of the storm passes. I can drive the rest of the way, if you want.”

“I can keep driving. I think I’ll try to take a nap while we wait though. I need to focus.”

Andrew merely nodded as an answer, adding a soft humming for good measure, before he would offer you a warm smile. He reached for something in his pocket, and put on a beanie and some gloves.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” he added, shifting to get more comfortable, the seatbelt since long discarded.

You tried to do the same, sliding the seat back to get more room to move around. Your eyes settled on Andrew’s features one more time before they closed.

But there was no way you could fall asleep. Beside your troubled mind, you were getting uncomfortably cold again. Enough for your teeth to chatter for a moment, until you tightly set your jaw.

You felt warm skin brush the back of your freezing fingers, heard the low, unapproving humming that Andrew let out at the touch.

“Take these, Y/N.”

You blinked your eyes open, while Andrew was already pushing a glove into your palm.

“You’ll be cold,” you argued, but you were met with a fond glare.

“You are cold.”

You gave up, took the gloves he offered. So large around your hands, the wool soft and still holding the warmth born from his own skin. You tried to stop him from planting his beanie on your head too, but failed.

“You need to stay warm! You’re a singer! You can’t catch a cold!” you tried to argue, but Andrew was already pulling the wool down to cover your ears.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m just fine. Besides, you’re the one who’s always cold.”

“Am not!”

“Are too! Who wears a woollen scarf in June?”

“It was cold!”

“You could turn into an ice cube if left unattended.”

With a great sense of maturity, you stuck out the tip of your tongue, making him chuckle.

It was better, but you were still cold, and so was Andrew now. He was shaking slightly, rubbing his hands together, burying his mouth and nose in his woollen grey scarf to warm it with his breath. But when he tried to shed some light outside again, the snow was still too heavy to drive safely.

“I can’t feel my fucking toes,” he complained, but there wasn’t much that you could do.

Except that you could. It was stupid, probably ineffective, but you were too cold to think straight.

“What if we hugged?”

Andrew let out a laugh.

“I like the sentiment, but that would hardly warm my toes.”

“Isn’t sharing body warmth a surviving technique?”

“Do I look like I would survive in the wild?”

“No, you would either bump your head in a branch so hard you’d knock yourself out to fall right into an endless pit… or you would be spotted by lions from miles away, you and your long limbs…”

“Exactly.”

There was silence again, for a couple of minutes, and you didn’t dare to break it. Instead, you let your eyelids fall again. He had refused to hold you, it was speaking volumes. What if you had made him uncomfortable? What were you expecting anyway? You were just a friend…

A gentle tug on your sleeve made you look up at him.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“We’re both cold, come here. You’re right, body heat sounds like a good idea.”

You joked in an attempt to hide the way your heart jumped in your chest.

“We both know you simply like to be held. Even by me.”

“Anything if I can avoid losing my toes.”

You wished you could claim that the manoeuvre that led you to lie with Andrew was a graceful one, but it truly wasn’t. After bumping into every surface possible and hitting your head against the ceiling twice, you were, however, finally secured in Andrew’s arms.

You moved around a little, trying to get comfortable, but in the tiny space of the passenger seat, there was nowhere for you to lay but on top of him.

If your nerves were getting the better of you at first, you couldn’t help but unwind as Andrew wrapped his arms around your frame, engulfing you within his embrace, pressing you closer to him, even though it didn’t seem possible.

He closed his eyes as he breathed in the sweet scent of your shampoo, but you didn’t notice. You didn’t notice either the way his heart sped up under his ribs, the way his breath caught in his throat. You never seemed to notice. Andrew reckoned that he was pretty obvious, although he did try to hide it all, but you never noticed anything. He couldn’t hide it, though. Even if this would lead nowhere, even if he didn’t stand a chance, he couldn’t help it. Loving you. In all the years he had known you, he had never been able to help it. Perhaps that was what love was all about. Loving beyond reason. Loving even when he wished he didn’t. Loving, and hurting, and having no regrets about it. Hurting, and being willing to go through all this pain all over again, for just a moment more…

He heaved a sigh without noticing, his eyelids lifting to be faced by a wall of darkness spotted with white snowflakes. He was ridiculous. You were leaving, that was the final proof he needed to be certain that he was nothing but a friend to you. If you felt anything for him, you wouldn’t be leaving… right? He had not left. He could have moved to the US a thousand times over, but you were in Ireland. Of course, you weren’t the only reason for him to stay, but you were easily the most important one, the one that carried the most weight.

What was the point of going home after a tour or a long recording session, if home wasn’t where you were?

Pathetic. That was what he was, pathetic…

Besides, you deserved better than what he could offer. Waiting for him for months on end? A constant back-and-forth between nations, a life stuck in a suitcase? No… no, you deserved better than that. Better than what he could offer you. Better than him…

And you were leaving. Final proof…

He held you tighter, and almost released it all in a breath.

Don’t go. Please, don’t go…

“Andy?”

He merely hummed in response.

“I’m pretty sure this is doing nothing to keep us warm.”

“I think it helps.”

“We’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Are you offering a game of strip-poker or something?”

You didn’t look up at him, face still buried in his shoulder, and yet he knew you were rolling your eyes.

“I must be crushing you.”

“You’re breaking all my bones, indeed.”

You tried to move away, but his hold tightened, and he looked down at you with confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving your life? Avoiding you to be crushed to death?”

“I was joking. I’m alright.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s… nice.”

You weren’t sure what to make of such comment, so you remained quiet instead, breathing deeply his scent, feeling it numb your senses.

“I’ve never seen such a snowstorm,” he pointed out, gaze lost into the darkness ahead.

“Me neither.”

“Not in this part of the world, at least.”

“Typical of Ireland to send me the storm of the century as a farewell gift.”

You felt Andrew tensing under you, his voice was colder than usual as he spoke, but you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“When will you leave? For good, I mean.”

“I have a month after this short stay to find myself a place to rent and get to work.”

“But you’ll come back to visit, right?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean… when I’m on vacation. To see my family.”

“Will I get some free housing in Geneva, then?”

“You thief, as usual.”

“You know me. Always the rascal.”

You closed your eyes as he started to rub your back, the gesture gentle and amazingly soothing.

“Aren’t you afraid to go there on your own?”

“Yeah… yeah, a little bit,” you admitted in a breath. “But… at least Tom will be there.”

“Tom?”

“Yeah, you know? My colleague? He’s very nice, I like him a lot. We’re leaving together.”

His tall frame tensed again, you caught the way his breath staggered.

“What do you mean Tom is leaving too?”

You stared into his hazel eyes; these eyes you dreamt of at night, the ones you adored. They had taken the hue of leaves before Autumn, deep green in a ray of sunshine. They always did when tears came to his eyes. And indeed, you were surprised as you fell into his gaze to find it blurred with tears.

“You… you’re leaving with him?” he asked, voice deeper than usual, shaky, vulnerable.

You were aware, now more than ever, of how close you were. You stared up at him, lost in his eyes, and you thought of how it would be so easy to lean up and kiss him, make his frown melt away, shush his worry with your lips…

“I thought… why…?”

You shrugged, unsure of what he meant to say.

“We’ve been approached by the same company. We’ll both move to Geneva.”

“Together?!”

“I mean… at the same time, yes.”

“But you’re…”

So that was it then… you had found someone else again. And this time you were leaving in another country with this man and…

And Andrew had lost you for good.

He was only too aware of how close the two of you were, of how easy it would have been to simply lean down to kiss you. Press his lips to yours, forget you were choosing someone else…

But he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t take it.

Instead of leaning closer, he pushed you away.

“Get off.”

You frowned at the roughness in his voice, the coldness in his tone, and Andrew wished he could control himself, be gentle, the way you deserved, but he needed to get away if he wanted to keep breathing…

“Please, get off me.”

You blinked tears away, and he hated himself for being the cause of such a sight, but he didn’t stop you when you ungracefully pushed yourself back into the driver’s seat. And Andrew watched as you stared at him, expectant, like you didn’t understand that you were breaking his heart in a million pieces…

And he couldn’t take it.

You were so surprised when Andrew opened the door and climbed out of the car that you didn’t stop him. He was already out of sight when you shook yourself enough to grab his phone, the only source of light available, and jumped out of the car as well.

The wind was bitterly cold as it assailed your cheeks, the snow rough and sharp digging into your skin.

“ANDREW!”

You hurried around the car, struggling with the slippery ground.

Above the wind, there was nothing to be heard but your own voice. Betrayed by the night, even this sound seemed to fade too fast to reach anything out of your sight. And Andrew was nowhere to be seen, the darkness too thick for that, the elements howling too loudly.

“ANDREW!”

A thud. A groan. A hiss. You followed the sounds in a hurry, and sure enough, mere seconds were needed to find your friend half-lying in the snow, a hand gripping at the low stone wall.

“ANDY!”

You kneeled by his side, uncaring of the sharp sting of the frozen ground under your knees.

“Are you alright?”

But he nodded, without a word. He seemed in pain, you brushed a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, and he leaned into your touch without noticing.

“You’re okay? What the fuck are you doing?!”

“You’re leaving for him, right?”

“What on earth are you talking about?!”

“TOM! FUCKING TOM!”

He moved away from your touch, but winced as he leaned against the wall. Your eyes grew round in worry, and when you turned the light towards the stones, there were traces of blood there.

“Oh God… Andy, you’re hurt!”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head.

“Let me see…”

But he stood up instead, and you followed close. He was towering you, the way he always did. The difference in height had not been so obvious in the car, but now, he was standing before you in his full, impressive height, and the way he glared made it more intimidating than usual.

“You’re really leaving for a fucking guy you met at work?!”

You frowned, shaking your head.

“Andy, I’m not…”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

“Andy…”

“For how long have you two even been together?”

“We’re not! We’re not together.”

It was his time to frown in confusion.

“What?”

“Tom and I, we’re not together. We’ve been approached by the same company, that’s all. Although, if I’m being honest… I might give him a chance.”

“What?”

You noticed how he was out of breath, of course you did. He didn’t seem angry anymore, just…sad. Unbearably sad…

“Well, he’s nice… and… I know he likes me. But… can we go back to the car now?”

“Don’t go with him.”

You stared up at him, his hair messed by the wind as more strands were breaking free from his bun. Snowflakes stained the dark locks with white. Some got caught in his long eyelashes. The biting cold was turning his sharp cheekbones red. In the dim light, you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, even though you could see the lips moving with the vowels, closing with consonants…

“Don’t go. Y/N… don’t go.”

These were words you were longing to hear, and yet, now that he was finally speaking them out loud, you couldn’t take them in.

He had acted like he didn’t care for weeks, and now, all of a sudden, he claimed that he was hurting?

“That’s rich coming from someone who spends barely any time home.”

You knew you were being mean, and you felt guilty as a shock of pain ran through Andrew’s features, enough so to bring tears back in his eyes. Still, you didn’t take your words back.

“That’s not the same. This… this is still my home.”

“This is a great opportunity for my career. This would be a new start. I’m excited about it. And Tom is nice. He likes me. He wants me…”

“You’re saying that like you don’t have a family and friends and people who love you already.”

“You know what I mean. This is a great opportunity, Andy. I want to take it.”

You noticed the way he clenched his jaw, the way the muscle jumped there as he lowered his gaze to the ground, nodding slowly.

“You’re right… that’s a great opportunity. You should take it…”

But instead of you agreeing, he was surprised as you huffed in annoyance, and turned your back to him.

“Get your arse back in the car, come on.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t understand what you want, Andy!” you hissed as you turned back to him, and he hated the sharpness in your voice, it felt like a knife. “You act like you don’t give two fucks about me leaving for weeks! And now… now you’re acting like you want me to stay…!”

“Of course, I want you to stay! But I’m your friend, I’m supposed to be here for you, and to support you and encourage you…”

“So you’re glad that I’m leaving?” your voice rising into a shout, and his tone matched yours when he answered, making you tremble under his deep, powerful voice.

“Of course not! Are you listening to yourself?! Why would I want you to move to fucking Geneva!”

“Because you didn’t say a thing about it!” you were crying, but you didn’t even notice, too busy letting your feelings out, at long last. “Because everyone else tried to convince me to stay, and you didn’t!”

“I tried to be supportive!”

“Well, I didn’t want you to supportive!”

“What did you want then?!”

“The truth!”

“Well, I don’t want you to leave! Here’s your fucking truth! And I don’t want you to leave with fucking Tom! I want you to choose me!”

He was out of breath now, and as he moved closer to you and the light you still held tightly in your hand, you finally noticed that he was crying as well.

“Choose you?” you asked, confused and slightly calmer, even if your voice kept on shaking. “Why would you want me to choose you…?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

The words were out before he could hold them in; failing this time at this game he had played a thousand times before, every time the words almost slipped out, when he bit his tongue until it hurt so you wouldn’t hear his heart. Your eyes grew round like you were surprised, shocked even, like this was not the most obvious truth in the world, like he had not spent years loving you in secret, leaving traces of his bleeding heart all over the place…

He almost wanted to laugh at you, at your round eyes and parted lips and all that snow caught in your hair and the way he longed to kiss that shock off your face. He didn’t though. Because you took a step back, and he read fear in your eyes, and he realised then that you were slipping away, sand between his fingers although he tried to hold tight.

“Y/N…” he breathed, voice taken away by the wind before it could reach you.

You hurried to the car instead of answering, and he followed you this time, shivering in the cold. And once you were back in the safety of your vehicle, the seats had lost their warmth, and the tiny space between the two of you seemed unbearably vast, a chasm you would never be able to close or cross.

You were both staring out by the windshield, while the snow finally receded. You could start driving again…

“Can you say something?”

“We should try to drive again.”

“Y/N… please…”

But as you turned to him, it was to stare at his palm, not his gaze.

“You’re bleeding.”

Andrew followed your gaze, looked down at his own hand. There was a long cut across the palm, red with blood, darkened with dirt on some spots. In the dim light, it was hard to tell how deep the cut was. It hurt, that was for sure. And yet, he didn’t care. You were more painful than an open wound.

“It’s nothing…”

“Let me see.”

You took off the gloves he had lent you, and Andrew didn’t have the strength to stop you as you gently reached for his hand, cradled it in yours, held it to the light to get a better view. Your skin was warm and soft against his cold one, and the thought that you could hate him, that you could resent him for sharing feelings he knew as unrequited made the tenderness of your hold almost unbearable.

“How did you hurt yourself?”

“I slipped in the snow. Caught myself to the wall. Sharp stone.”

You heaved a sigh, the sound was almost annoyed, but not quite. More like… worried.

“Hold the light, would you?”

He didn’t think as he obeyed, yielding to your will, the way he always did. You grabbed a bottle of water and some tissues from the glove box, and started to slowly clean up his cut. You were leaning closer to do so, and Andrew couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward as well, longing for your nearness, basking in the touch of your hand as it came back to cradle his, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

The breath he let out before speaking again was shaking.

“Do you hate me?”

You looked up, seemed to realize how close the two of you were. You could easily lean up and kiss him, and he could easily lean down and press his lips to yours. Instead, you both remained motionless, perfectly still, merely staring while he waited for an answer you thought was too obvious to be spoken.

“Why would I?” you asked back.

“Because… because we’re friends. And I caught feelings. And… maybe you hate me now that you know that I don’t… I don’t see a friend in you at all. Now that you know that I lied.”

But you didn’t answer, instead, you lowered your gaze again, and Andrew jumped and let out a hiss as you pressed the wet tissues against his broken skin.

“I’m not angry,” you finally reassured him. “I’m just… I don’t really believe you, I think.”

“What? Why wouldn’t you?”

You shrugged, and despite your claim of being calm, the smile that formed on your lips was bitter when you spoke.

“For how long have we been friends? And you’ve never said anything? Never felt anything, until I decided to go away? And now, all of sudden, you’re catching feelings?”

“I’ve never said these feelings were new.”

“You friendzoned me, back in the days. Do you remember that?”

Andrew winced, but nodded anyway.

“This… this was different.”

“Because I was just a friend?”

“Because I was the one leaving. Because it wasn’t fair to ask you out just to disappear for months while I was touring.”

Finally, you looked up again, trying to read something in his eyes, and whatever it was, Andrew hoped that you would find it there. He hoped you could see that he was being earnest, that he meant it, that there was no doubt to have. He had never doubted his love for you, even if he had refrained it. It had been a truth he had relied on for years. With a bit of luck, you might want to rely on it too…

“But then you came back… why didn’t you say anything then?”

“You weren’t single anymore. It was my turn to get friendzoned.”

The ghost of a smile formed on his lips, a soothing offering. But it was sad all the same.

“And after that?”

“After that… you were already my best friend. You… I didn’t want to lose you. And you… you deserved better than that. You deserve better than what I can give you. Waiting around while I disappear for months, what kind of life is that?”

You stopped breathing as he lifted his unharmed hand up to your face, brushing his fingertips across your cheek, the way he had longed to for years.

If his heart was staggering behind his ribs, if his breath was caught in his throat because of this gentle touch of your skin, when he closed his eyes to gather his strength, there was a tear breaking free.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know you don’t feel the same,” he shook his head as he opened his eyes again, falling into your gaze, and he saw there the same tears he tried to withhold in his own eyes. “I know it’s a one-sided thing. I didn’t… I didn’t want to break everything. I’m sorry.”

He was surprised when you shook your head and leaned into his touch, forcing his hand to open so he could cradle your face in his palm, long fingers disappearing into your hair and tenderly brushing your skin.

“God, you’re such an idiot.”

He raised a surprised eyebrow, not daring to move or reply. You started laughing, and he was at a loss.

“We’re both so damn stupid!”

He had to blink to make sure that he wasn’t imagining your movement as you slowly closed the gap between the two of you, as you leaned up to meet him. He was too surprised by it to meet you halfway; he was too taken aback by the feeling of your lips against his to kiss you back. It took him a couple of seconds to process that this was truly happening, that he was not, in fact, lost in one of the many dreams he’d had of this moment. But then your hand was in the mess of his curls, and you were pressing your lips more firmly against his, and he allowed himself to believe that you wanted this as well, that perhaps he had been, indeed, such an idiot for failing to see what was right in front of him, the same way you had missed all of his gestures along the years.

And you wished you could admit to yourself that you were keeping control over the situation, having instigated the kiss, but you melted into his touch the second Andrew responded and kissed you back. His hold on your face tightened slightly, a tinge of desperation held in the gesture. You tightened your hold on his wounded hand, and he responded by twisting his wrist until he could hold onto your hand too. You chased after him as he pulled away, but he left only for a second, just long enough to tilt his head slightly to the side, bettering the angle of his next kiss so he could deepen it. And the second you could properly taste him on your tongue, you lost track of everything but him: the warmth of his scent, the softness of his touch, the smoothness of his skin, his curls running through your fingers, the gentle scratching of his beard, and the overwhelming feeling of being kissed by him. The feelings he poured into the intimate gesture… no one had ever kissed you like that before…

When you broke apart, at long last, both of you breathless, blinking the dizziness of the kiss away in an attempt to find back an earthly footing, Andrew pressed his forehead to yours, afraid, perhaps, that if he got too far, he would wake.

“I don’t see you as a mere friend either, in case that was still unclear,” you clarified, tone half-joking, making him smile.

“Right…”

“You’re okay?”

“Just… trying to assess whether I’m awake or dreaming right now.”

Playfully, you pinched his shoulder, making both of you laugh.

“Awake,” you confirmed. “Even your wild imagination could not have pictured the storm of the century as a background for our first kiss.”

“First? Can I have another, then?”

You couldn’t refrain a giggle, gently shaking your head at him, brushing your nose against his in the process.

“A true thief, as always.”

“Of the worst kind only.”

His thumb caressed your cheekbone, soft touch across your soft skin, making your eyes flutter shut as your heart lost its rhythm.

“If you want to take this job in Geneva, we can still make it work.”

You lifted your eyelids again and pulled back, just to fall right into his hazel eyes.

“Just… don’t choose Tom…”

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. Your hands moved to hold his face in both of your palms, to make sure he would keep staring at you as you answered.

“Fuck Tom. Fuck Geneva. I’d rather go on a date with you.”

Andrew let out a chuckle, eyes crinkling as he smiled. Still, he had tears in his eyes all over again.

“You said it yourself, though. It’s a great opportunity for you.”

“I want to stay. If we give this a try, I want to stay.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m sure.”

“I’ll be away for months…”

“And you’ll be the one paying for the plane tickets, I’m not emptying my bank account when I’ve got a millionaire as a boyfriend.”

You both laughed, and Andrew nodded, at last.

“Fair enough.”

You were about to speak but didn’t have the time, Andrew was leaning to kiss you again instead, and you couldn’t complain, didn’t want to stop his fall towards your mouth.

He hissed and pulled away too fast though, after mere seconds, looking down at his wounded palm that he had tried to press against your back.

“I should clean this up, and then we can keep on driving,” you proposed, and Andrew agreed with a nod, obediently holding his hand still while you took care of him. He did lean to kiss your forehead a couple of times though, and you were both still quite amazed that he could do it, or that he wanted to.

You would have to get used to it though. After the storm had passed, after you had found your way back onto the right road, after you had reached your destination, there was plenty of time to talk, to confess feelings you had both refrained for too long, for holding onto each other too tightly, for kissing until lips were bruised and numb and yet still willing.

Perhaps, this trip was not such a disaster, after all…

[azrielbrainrot]

Azriel is Mean

Warnings: smut, this is just smut

Notes: I'm not a writer so keep your expectations low. This man just drives me insane and I have way too many thoughts.

The world is completely quiet and dark. The wind is calm and the moon is bright in the sky. It's a perfect spring night which tells you that it has to be close to early morning otherwise the Velaris party goers would still be making themselves known. You can vaguely recall the muffled sounds of revelry filtering in through the closed windows when this first started. How long has Azriel been torturing you for then? None of these clues give you enough information. Or maybe they do. Your mind is having trouble focusing on a single thought at the moment.

"What's going through that pretty little brain of yours?" The sweet darkness of his voice pulls you right back to reality with a gasp. The brief moment of clarity is enough to make you even more aware of all your senses. The ache in your hands from the tight grip you have on the dark navy sheets. The soreness in your legs from holding the same position for so long. The dryness in your throat from fruitless pleas. And the wetness. You can almost feel your core dripping, down your thighs and below you. Further darkening the sheets. After you manage to blink through the blurry tears you can see it on his face too. Beautiful mouth shiny from where it was just buried between your legs. As you take notice of it you see the corners of his lips edging up slightly.

"Am I going too easy on you? You seem distracted." Wicked fingers start moving once again. A slow, teasing pace. Softly caressing your sensitive walls and reminding you of your current predicament. You can't hold back a breathless whimper which he rewards with a soft kiss to your knee.

"I could stab you right now." Your voice is barely there but he hears you. Like he always does. He notices everything you do. He can also identify the truth behind the statement to his wicked amusement.

"We can't have that." You feel your arms being pulled up until they're resting up above your head. It takes you longer than it should to recognize the familiar feeling of his shadows over your skin. "If you stab me then you really won't get to cum" A plea escapes your mouth instinctively. Your body so attuned to his every whim. "And you were just telling me how much you want to"

"Please! I'll do anything, Azriel" He lets out a chuckle and speeds up a little. Not enough to get you closer to the edge, only teasing you more. Your temper flares. The shadows holding your arms hostage tighten ever so softly. A warning. They're on your side, they want you to cum too. Or perhaps they're as cruel as their master and just want to watch you suffer for longer. But the message is clear. You need to play into his game.

"I know, princess." He leans down and leaves a kiss over between your breasts. Nuzzles his nose lovingly over your skin before catching your gaze once again. "You're always so good for me." His eyes rake over your exposed body. Making a show of how much he enjoys the sight before him. You can't help but curl your toes at the hunger in his gaze. "That's why I know you'll wait like I told you to. Only want you to cum on my cock tonight, you know that."

You let out yet another moan of his name and try to move your hips against his finger. He lets you indulge yourself for a couple strokes. Lets you let your guard down only to order his shadows to restrain your movements even more. Your moans pick up in volume and become ever more whiny.

"If you want me to cum on your cock then why not let me have it?" Ending the sweet request with a soft wiggle of your hips, as restricted as his grip on you allows. His endless patience is wearing thin. Your pleas are not as pointless as they may seem. The soft spot he has for you is his only weakness after all. You try to keep your face neutral at the realization. Things would only get worse if he found out you're plotting against him. "Then we can both feel good. I want you to cum too."

"Alright" Your heart soars, breath almost stalling at the agreement. You didn't think it would be so easy. Scarred fingers abandon your abused hole in favor of getting rid of his leathers. He only pulls them low enough for his erection to slap against his stomach. He strokes it once, twice without taking his eyes off your dripping pussy. Your mouth almost waters at the sight.

His eyes lock back into your own and he lets out a growl at what he sees. Unfiltered and completely primal want. He guides himself to your core but he wouldn't be the wicked spymaster of the night court if he didn't tease you just a bit more. He circles the leaking tip of his cock over your clit and slaps it twice before finally pressing it where you need him most.

"Is this what you want?" You barely have any time to feel the triumph in finally getting what you wanted, in the breathlessness present in his voice, before he starts pushing inside you. Your orgasm catches you unprepared as it wrecks through your body. Mouth open in a silent cry of his name. Eyes rolling back and mind shattering. You don't know how long it lasts or when it even started. The world pauses as you feel unimaginable pleasure. Your blood sings his name as if every nerve ending was exposed to him, controlled by him.

When your mind starts fighting through the haze you realize your hands are gripping onto him. Fingers curled around his dark hair and nails sinking into his shoulders. He must have called his shadows back in the middle of your mind numbing orgasm. You open your eyes to see him watching your face with a somewhat smug and content expression.

"How'd that feel?" You can only let out a moan and close your eyes again. Reveling in the pleasure. Letting the answer flood him through the bond. You can't help but smile at the growl he lets out and stuttering of his hips at the onslaught of pleasure. Let him feel at least a fraction of what he just put you through. This satisfaction is short lived as you realize his pace keeps going steady. He has no intentions of stopping anytime soon. The realization must be clear on your face because you can see the smirk on his face even before you open your eyes.

"You were begging for me to let you cum for so long" He punctuates every word with a precise, deep thrust of his hips. "It would be cruel of me to only let you do it once, right?" You start to say his name, going back to pleading already but he shuts you up with a kiss and a particularly deep thrust. "None of that. Let me take care of you."

[the-voldsoy]

Parallels/references/a couple theories about TMAGP EP1:

grouped in order of actual theories, vague things i noticed, and even vaguer comments! (using the same terminology as in TMA for ease)

HEAVY Spoilers !!

Stronger:

“Colin, mate, you know you’re never getting out of here” +won't leave until they figure out the errors “Or they finally kill me” → couldn't quit the Archives because they thought they just wanted to understand and know (but later found out they could only get out by dying or blinding)

Lena talks about cake → Mr Spider doesn't like cake + Elias seemed to love the stuff

pub called The Seward -> Peter Lukas vibes?

“There has to be a way to do this online” → haha ! you wish. (AKA supernatural interferes with internet so it cant be dont online)

“There's this box for a "Response 121" on the form.” → MAG121 is the episode Jon is woken from his coma/brought back to life by Oliver Banks

Talk about how there used to be a separate “Response” department → Elias tells Jon its their job to watch, not interfere (iirc)

Old as shit computer → old as shit tape recorders

AKA: the computer seems to be the only thing that can handle the supernatural

“ "Dolls comma watching" or "Dolls comma human skin" “ → violently Stranger and possibly Eye, has me in mind of MAG24 (the one the Calliope is first mentioned in, where the boyfriend is turned into a doll iirc) 

Barely understandable, long as shit file names →barely understandable, long as shit files names by Gertrude 

[in response to where the files go] “some long dead database that no one will ever look at or care about” → the Archives were unmanaged, decrepit and barely used by anyone outside of them

Work during the night - no sun, cut off from outside world → worked in a basement - no sun, cut off from outside world

Martin (and later Jon) taking the statements → did the same in TMA but in reverse (although I’d love to know if there's any reason behind them being called Chester and Norris, besides what's stated?)

Haha Martin and Jon (and Jonah) are now part of the World Wide Web → shit now they're part of the Web (just like with the tape recorders !!)

Someone talks about how they're sorry, they should've listened, couldn't face not hearing him again → martin @ jon and vice versa

Stranger statement with hints of the Dark → first TMA statement was a Stranger in the dark, and it does put me in mind of the Anglerfish tbh

Sorting system for the statements (although there's is a Lot more detailed and v different) → Smirke’s Fourteen

Gwen openly does not like Lena → literally anyone @ Elias

Asked if they were tricked into working here → well, we know the Archives and Elias

“The awful, terrible thing that landed you here?” → most of the Archives (excluding Sasha and maybe Martin) had something that made them Marked, that mostly led to them working there

Someone who's into spelunking listed the Institute as “cleared” → who could that be (if we know them at all)? Buried avatar, i'd guess, but we don't really know any of them

Photos of the Institute don't show up → photos of the supernatural don't work

The Institute was “weird”, made the subject paranoid → lingering Eye

Fire twenty years ago that burned the Institute → Like the fire at Hilltop Road? Or like that time Gertrude tried to burn down the Institute?

Third floor was the most burned → assuming that's the top floor (and correct me if i'm wrong), wasn’t Jonah in (and later killed) on the top floor?

“offices like little cells” → employees were certainly trapped ! also Millbank Prison

Worried non-existent doors were going to slam shut → the Distortion

Weren’t any papers → left behind before the Institute came to this Somewhere Else (assuming it's the same Institute)? (we need an actual name for the original universe and this Somewhere Else)

Suspicious stains on some floors → my darling, that is blood ! or possibly squished worms, or ink. or possibly something Else

“an old wooden thing with a bunch of similar symbols on” → genuinely unsure what this could be

Strange symbols → For all the Fears, or just the Eye, i wonder? I think i remember them saying something about an Eye symbol at this point, but now i can't find where

“you get a job, I get a fresh victim. It’s all in your contract.” → Elias @ his employees

 “To new beginnings, with old friends” → to a new beginning, with our old friends Jon, Martin and Jimmy Magma :)

“You’re not as clever as you think you are. You think you've got us all fooled, that no-one knows you're listening, But I do. I know. I’m going to find you and then…” → hi what did he mean by this

They (jon, martin & jonah) are Watching and Listening and following through technology→ just like Elias (Panopticon vibes tbh) and Sergey Ushanka

Vaguer (idk if theres anyhting here, but wanted to include it anyway):

Alice loves coffee -> Martin loved tea

Meeting in a cemetery → Sasha with Michael pre-prentiss attack, Naomi Herne 

Not wanting to stay at home because it's full of memories → Jon moving with Georgie, Martin moving to the Archives

Gwen Bouchard wants Lena’s job → Bouchard (appeared to) climb the job ladder quicker than he should have

Heh bug list → corruption

 “You don’t seem like the usual hopeless wasters Lena hires” “The awful, terrible thing that landed you here?” → okayy no need to be rude. But anyways the OG Archives crew were actually pretty disconnected from the rest of the world +were barely there by choice?

“freight cars near Brighton” → hey where did Melanie get her first Slaughter mark ?

“it’s not too awkward working with an ex?” → Georgie and Jon?

FR3-d1 -> i feel like there's something there, but i cannot figure it out

Just words that made me irrationally scared:

Stranger(‘s)

Distortion

Opposites:

Starts with a party for someone leaving → couldn't quit the archives

“ …you are perfectly within your rights to resign. No one is forcing you to stay here.”

please put any opinions/additions in the tags !!

[vampykween]

heaven is here

18+ mdni! vampire!price x f!reader | vampire!au masterlist

the first time you let price touch you, you begin to really understand how people develop stockholm syndrome because good fucking lord does he treat you right.

when your captor had come with breakfast this morning, there was a devious glint in his eyes as he stuffed you full with pastries and fruits.

“‘ve got another treat you for pet,” he purrs. the sound of his smooth amber voice reverberates through you and lights you up inside.

“a treat? what kind of treat?” you’re scanning the surroundings near him, but aren’t able to get a glimpse of anything unusual. price doesn’t answer your question, instead responds by pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. you let out a soft gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking into you fervently. when he finally pulls away the a trail of slick spit lingering between your plump lips. his thumb drags through the wetness,prods at your bottom lip, you open obediently for him. he thrusts his thick digits into your mouth, hitting your throat effectively making you slobber around his fingers.

“such a good girl, my pretty pet. i won’t spoil your treat, but next time it’ll be my cock fucking deep into your throat.” you let out a loud groan far too pleased with the idea of the creature using the tight, wetness of your throat to satisfy himself.

the vampire uses his other hand to push you flat onto your back and with his spit slick fingers; he trails down the expanse of your body, pressing soft kisses as he works his way towards the softness of your belly.

the feeling of his beard scratches at you and as soon as you allow yourself to focus on it further, you’re gasping aloud as he licks over your clothed cunt.

“i know i said i had a treat for you, but this is also a treat for me. from the moment i saw you, i knew i wouldn’t rest until i’d had a taste of you,” price purrs as he hooks his fingers into the delicate lace of your panties, dragging down your legs.

“wait- wait, sir i’ve never…you know," you wave your hand in an attempt to get him to catch your drift.

“never what?” he quirks his eyebrows at you, until he understands what you mean. “oh poor little thing, no one’s ever eaten your pretty little pussy before?”

before you have a chance to even respond you feel price drag his forefinger through your slick folds exposing you to him completely. you feel on display like this, your most intimate parts spread open for him like you’re a gilded book propped up for everyone to admire. your lover presses a chaste kiss to your clit and soon follows it with slow, languid licks until your writhing against his face. your hand releases it’s death grip on your blanket and finds it’s way into the tresses of price’s dark hair.

“oh- oh my god, sir. it feels so…”

the rest of your words die in your throat as he takes your praise as a sign to up the ante. he begins to lick into your cunt reverently, like he’s worshipping the most divine goddess. the ferocity in which he was lapping at your cunt and the vibrations of his groaning shooting through you solidified his early statement. you’ve never felt so wanted before, your ex had used sex as his own personal release; the moment he was finished then so were you. but now you’re lying in a grandiose bed, tangled in sheets with a thread count higher than you knew even existed, and had a blood thirsty creature burying his face in your cunt.

just when you think the pleasure can’t get any better you feel the thickness of price’s fingers prodding at your entrance. he swipes them through your dripping arousal until your grips on his hair tightens in a silent command of fuck me already please.

he clicks his tongue and looks up at you. “use your words pet. what do you want hmm?”

good lord you were going to die. you were sure of it. the sight of the bearded man was even more alluring as your slick glistened on his face in the morning light, and the devilish smirk he was giving you wasn’t helping any either. you swallow thickly and gather the courage to beg for what you wanted. no needed.

“please…please sir, i need you to fuck me.”

“so good bunny. your wish is my command.”

your lover shows you no mercy and fills you with three of his thick digits and the stretch burns momentarily but you can’t help but love it. he sets a fast and brutal pace, clearly eager to bring you to the edge and it works perfectly. you cry out as he tongues your clit relentlessly as his fingers slide in and out of you deliciously. your entire body grows hot as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. your chest is heaving from the breaths sawing in and out of your lungs as you try to recover from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.

the vampire crawls up your body and cups your face in one of his hands. “did you enjoy your treat pet?” you nod your head deliriously and you’re sure you look absolutely debauched. “hmm good. i certainly did. in fact, why don’t you have a taste too.” it wasn’t a question, you knew that and when he brings his cum soaked fingers towards your lips you open obediently and suck them into your mouth. the taste is tangy and heady, but you moan anyway because you were a good pet, grateful for anything sir gave you.

price’s head moves away from you until he’s met with the expanse of your neck and sucks at it fiercely. you think he’s simply marking you up, until you feel the sharp prick of the tip of his fangs. you gasp noisily and your hand flies to press his head farther in your neck. much to your dismay he doesn’t bite further and simply pulls away from you.

“not yet, pet. i want my cock buried deep inside you when i drink from you.”

oh. you blush sheepishly at his words. it’s not that he’s never drank from you before, him and ghost have plenty of times, but you sense that the sensation must be different when it’s sensual and not for nourishment.

“i would really like that sir,” you whisper in the quiet of the room. the vampire offers no verbal response, but rather tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and scoops you up bridal style. when you give him an incredulous look and denman he put you back down, he tuts at you and says he has to clean his bunny up.

[thejournaluser]

[tma season 5 spoilers] (long post ahead)

one thing i hate is that it took me a VERY long time to understand this:

The Web is OBJECTIVELY smarter than The Eye

The things is: The Web is to Understand. The Eye is to Know. The Web immediately Understands things without the need to know it, meanwhile the Eye prioritizes Knowing without the understanding. That's why the Eye just collects everyone's statements and stores them away.

Jon hated Annabelle because she innately understands things during the Eyepocalypse and acts accordingly. Meanwhile he can only see things but cannot understand what it is.

Remember what Jon said when Martin asked about the Web's plan?

The Mother of Puppets played the long game, slowly nudging the other fear entities into the 'right' direction and even tricked everyone into thinking that there is a plan B. There's none. It chose the people it wants to participate in the long game. And it chose well.

Anyway, since:

The Web - to understand; and The Eye - to know

what about the other entities? I've got a few easy ones actually.

The End - to wait. The Dark - to blind. The Lonely - to isolate. The Hunt - to chase. The Buried - to suffocate.

Okay, let's discuss the difficult ones.

We could say that the Corruption is to Change (from the quote, "To Love is To Change"), but the Flesh would also to change. But Corruption is also about diseases, then that would make:

The Corruption - to disease. The Flesh - to change.

When it comes to the Spiral and Stranger, confusion and pretend is one major factor to both of them. They can have one of each, right? Well, not exactly. The Spiral is all about pretending things that aren't real into reality, while the Stranger does the same but for identities and the familiar.

But wait here. What's Michael (Shelley) known as again? Distortion. And Nikola? The Ringmaster. Of what? The Other Circus. It's pretending to be a circus (and it's doing quite a good job).

The Spiral - to distort. The Stranger - to pretend.

There's no need to discuss this but I think the thought process would be great to talk about ngl. Desolation and Slaughter, same concept but different focus. Think of it like fire. When we focus on just fire, we think of what it could do, primarily pain. To hurt. But then we think of where we found it. Now we start to worry where it could be located. Our home? Our friend's house? Is that worry? More like, fear. We're scared of potentially losing something to things outside our control. Hence:

The Slaughter - to hurt. The Desolation - to lose.

The Vast is kinda weird and confusing for me. Of course, it's the fear of large objects, immense speeds, and falling. But you know what? What do we feel when we feel these things? Overwhelmed. It's lazy, I know, but it sorta makes sense. (someone give me an answer for this, i really can't understand the Vast.)

The Vast - to overwhelm.

[lawsvalentine]

Hiiii! Hope you're doing well! I'm so excited to ask you this, but it's okay if you are already buried in requests and can't do it. I was hoping for an nsfw Luffy x fem/reader involving whipped cream and fruit. I know it's cliché but I think you would do an amazing job.❤️‍🔥 

Cee’s note: Hello my dear ☺️ thank you for the request and hope you are doing well too. I just KNOW Luffy’s tongue game go crazy😵‍💫😵‍💫

Taste Better On You • Luffy x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: smut (Food play, LOTS of oral sex ( fem receiving) , tit sucking, use of devil fruit power, tongue fucking, squirting)

Tagging 🤍: @euphofic (my fav Luffy girlie), @csnovas (you highkey inspired him stretching his tongue 🤭), @nympheclipse (i feel like you would like this 😉), @roronoaswifey (no reason but hey pooks 🌝)

“Mmm so good” Luffy hummed, relishing in the taste of the succulent fruit.

You two were currently sat on your bed alongside a bowl of mixed berries and another with whipped cream.

With dating Luffy, you have grown used to this boy’s ceaseless appetite for food. Dating him also came with being dragged in the middle of the night to the kitchen to sneak food out with him.

“You’re lucky we managed to get these out of the fridge before Sanji came”, you scolded, coating the fluffy white cream on top of the strawberry.

“I still think I could have grabbed the meat in time hehehe”, Luffy chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Your boyfriend was too reckless for his own good. While it was annoying at times, you still found it endearing nonetheless.

You giggled before biting into the whipped top berry. The sweetness made you moan in delight at the taste.

There was a tiny bit of the cream on your top lip and with a devilish grin, an idea popped in Luffy’s head.

Without warning, he leaned towards you and licked the top of your lips causing you to squeal in surprise. Luffy chuckled, amused at your reaction, “Tastes even better on your lips”

Your eyes widened and cheeks burned at his words. Sometimes Luffy’s boldness would leave you speechless and flustered. But it also made your core throb for him.

You eyed the fruit in the bowl before your eyes trailed to your boyfriend’s eager gaze. You grabbed one and placed it between your plump lips. As if Luffy read your mind, he brought his face closer to yours, biting into the opposite end of the fruit. Your lips brushed against each other in the act, the juices from the fruit trailing down the corner of Luffy’s lips down to his chin.

The sight of the juice on his chin made your mind wander with thoughts of your own juices running down his chin.

“I want to try something, Lu”, your voice trailed off, wondering if Luffy would be into it.

“Try what?”, his head tilted, eyeing you expectantly.

“I want you to lick this off me” you said, grabbing the whipped cream bowl.

“Where?” Luffy said, your statement peaking the boy’s interest even more.

You stripped off your nightgown, freeing your breasts from the fabric, leaving you in nothing but your laced panties. Luffy’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight of your exposed breasts.

“Here”, you dabbed some cream on top of your left and right nipple.

You could see the excitement on Luffy’s face. If there’s two things he loved was food and sex with you. So those combined equaled a very eager Luffy. He wasted no time and before you knew it his mouth was on your tits. His tongue swirled over your hardened nub, making you sigh in pleasure. He brought his hand to cup your left tit as he continued to flick his tongue against the cream on your nipple.

He gave your other tit the same attention, sucking the sweet fluffy cream off you. The way his tongue moved against your breast, turned you on so much. You could feel your panties getting wetter with every swirl of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his wavy dark brown locks, pulling slightly every time his teeth grazed your nipple.

“Feels good, Lu”, you moaned.

Your hand grazed down his slim toned chest to the prominent print in his shorts. You could here Luffy’s whine muffled around you, bucking his hips into your touch.

You smirked at his needy actions, knowing how impatient this boy can be.

“Wait…Y/N!”, his hand stopped you from unbuckling his shorts. You pull away, eyes filled with concern.

“You okay bubs?”

“I want to lick more of the whipped cream” Luffy’s expression was unreadable.

You were about to put more on your nips but Luffy stopped you once again.

“I want to lick it off…”, his voice trailed as he brought his index finger down your belly button to your damped panties, “here”

Oh!

You nod your head giving him permission as you laid your back down against the bed. Luffy hooked his fingers at the sides of your panties, bringing them down your plush thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of your slicked folds.

Luffy’s favorite part of sex was going down on you. Every time he did it, he felt addicted to your taste. Even more addicted to the way he could make you lose yourself on his tongue.

Luffy brought the whipped cream to trail from your navel to your mound. His tongue trailed down, lapping up the cream, causing you to shiver under him.

He wrapped his arms around your thick thighs before burying his face in your sex. You gasped as he devoured your pussy. He ate you your pussy as if he was starved and you were his last meal.

The obscene sounds of his slurps and moans mixed with your cries of his name filled the room.

Your back arched as he continued slurping and lapping up and down your cunt. You ran your fingers through his dark hair before clutching at the strands. He moaned against your pussy, as you brought his face further into you.

You felt a wet muscle press against your hole. You felt his tongue stretch inside you. With his devil fruit powers, he stretched and reached further inside your you. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of you causing you to squirm under him.

“Oh fuck, right there baby”, you mewl as you felt his tongue against your sweet spot.

You could feel your orgasm approaching you at the pace Luffy was fucking his tongue inside you.

“M’close Lu”

Luffy brought his finger to your clit, rubbing it at the same rapid pace as his tongue. The pleasure from his tongue and his finger on your clit was overwhelming. You cried out as your body shook, your juices spraying his tongue.

Stars danced your vision as you rode your high, Luffy slurping up as much of you as he could. Once you’ve calmed down, you were met with Luffy’s satisfied grin.

“I see you liked the whipped cream”, you joked. Luffy chuckled, swiping his tongue against your folds one last time.

“Yeah but you taste way better”

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

Hamas has released 3 different vids of the same three hostages over the course of just 24 hours, in the first it claims they're all alive, in the second it questions that, and by the third, it's claiming 2 of these Israelis hostages are dead. The IDF is reminding everyone that Hamas is waging a psychological war against Israeli civilians, and intentionally tormenting the families of the hostages. Nevertheless, it also says there is real concern for the lives of these 2 hostages, Itay Svirsky (on the right) and Yossi Sharaby (on the left). Itay's parents were both murdered on Oct 7. Noa Argamani (in the center) was forced to read the statement about the death of the men. Her mother, Liora Argamani, has stage 4 cancer, and has repeatedly expressed her wish to see Noa one last time before she passes away.

In an interview with Piers Morgan, Thomas Hand, who is the father of Emily (a hostage of Hamas released after 50 days in captivity), said he's daughter is doing quite well, that more than 50 days after her release, her speech volume is almost back to normal, and she's only suffering from the occasional nightmare.

Mira and Barak Ayalon, the civilian mother and son who were killed by Hezbollah the other day, were buried last night in their community, Kfar Yuval. Because of the threat to everyone in northern Israel, the double funeral had to be held at night, in the dark, with a limited number of participants. Not that long ago, when Gal Hershko, an Israeli soldier killed in Gaza, was buried in a similar manner, Hezbollah aired the images, and then showed how in contrast, they bury their own killed terrorists in broad daylight, with lots of participants present. We can't even bury our dead in peace, and then we get mocked for it, and that's the reality that people want Israel to continue to accept on our northers and southern borders.

I don't write daily about the Israeli soldiers killed in the war in Gaza, but we learned about at least one more death every single day. Today, we learned that 37 years old reservist Noam Ashram, who was injured on Dec 29, has succumbed to his wounds, and 21 years old Nitzan Schessler was killed in southern Gaza, bringing the death toll of Israeli soldiers in the ground operation to 190.

The IDF estimates that the terror tunnel network spreads over up to 720 kilometers (roughly 447 miles) in Gaza, with more than 5,700 shafts that allows Hamas terrorists to carry out surprise attacks.

It only took over 100 days (disregarding everything that happened before Oct 7), but the European Union has finally designated the leader of Hamas in Gaza, Yahya Sinwar, as a terrorist, allowing for the freezing of his assets. Looking forward to that being done to every Hamas terrorist senior.

This is 79 years old Edna Bluestein.

She's the woman murdered in the Palestinian terrorist attack yesterday in Ra'anana. The final number of additional casualties in that attack is 19 people, 4 of them severely wounded. Just a small reminder, the 2 terrorists intentionally targeted the elderly Edna, and another casualty, a 66 years old man, and kids, as 7 were wounded.

This is 22 years old Amit Man.

She was a paramedic with Magen David Adom (Red Star of David), and on Oct 7, as the attack on Israeli civilians began, she left her home, where she could have stayed in the safety of her apartment's bomb shelter, and rushed to her community's dental clinic, where the wounded of kibbutz Be'eri were being brought. For several hours she took care of them, and corresponded with her family members. During that entire time, Amit expressed her fear over how close to them the terrorists were, fear over how she could best take care of her patients, and repeatedly asked for the IDF to be directed to the clinic. The last voice messages she left for her family make it clear that she understood that she's not gonna make it out alive. Her apartment was found intact. She would have survived, had she not gone to the clinic, to help others. You can hear Amit's voice message to her sisters, her fear and the relentless gunshots, at this time stamp, and her very last voice message ever here, where she's just begging for it to stop.

Amit's mom recounted that after a difficult shift, when she had lost a patient, after they would talk, Amit would go into her room and record herself singing. The family mentioned that Amit chose to become a paramedic as a teenager, after she saw the dedicated medical treatment her dad got, before he passed away from cancer. If she hadn't made that choice, I think she would probably have been a singer, she had a beautiful voice, and it's clear this was an important way for her to express herself.

A Torah scroll had been dedicated in her honor at the Be'eri synagogue, and a rock band that she loved, Knesiat Ha'Sechel (Church of the Mind) used one of her recordings to create a postmortem duet. The song is called Nothing Is Going to Hurt Me, the original lyrics written by an Israeli soldier, 21 years old Erze Shtark, who died in a military helicopter accident in 1997. Knesiat Ha'Sechel, led by a band member who lost his brother in the Second Lebanon War (2006) turned Erez Shtark's written words in 2008 into a song, as part of a national project, called Soon We'll Become A Song, where many Israeli musicians have been doing the same for fallen Israeli soldiers along the years. The Song has two voices, that of the soldier swearing that nothing would hurt them, because that's what they promised their family, and the voice of the family, saying if anything happened to the soldier, there is no point to their life. "If you're standing here above me," the song goes, "I must have failed my promise. I'm sorry, I swear on my life." In the new version, Amit sings the part of the soldier, and the band sings the part of the family. Here's the duet, and in the vid you can also see the band performing it for Amit's family:

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[wormconsumer]

Based off a post I saw with the idea that Robert Smirke had fourteen friends, each falling too/representing a different entity, with Smirke himself being the Extinction.

To get the obvious ones out of the way: Jonah Magnus as the Eye, Mordechai Lukas as the Lonely, Maxwell Rayner as the Dark, and George Gilbert Scott as the Buried; these ones are all canon. Not directly canon but a pretty reasonable assumption is Simon Fairchild as the Vast; we know Simon had Maxwell Rayner help him with his Awful Deep ritual in 1853, which was only a few years before Smirke died, and Smirke hung out with Rayner a ton, so it makes sense for Simon to be part of the group (though by a different name; he only started going by “Simon Fairchild” in the 1930s). Another fairly reasonable assumption, in my opinion, is John Franklin for the Hunt. Franklin is canonically a Hunt avatar in The Magnus Archives, his real-life timeline overlaps with Smirke and the rest, and Rayner was canonically interested in his expedition, which was probably because he wanted to use Franklin’s knowledge of arctic exploration for his ritual, but could also imply they knew each other, and therefore, Smirke’s gang.

For the Corruption, my first thought was John Amherst, but he only became an avatar during the Second Boer War, which was about half a century after Smirke’s time. Instead, John Snow is a better fit. He was an English physician who lived during the same time as Smirke, and he had something going on; his descendant Neil Thompson has a syringe that belonged to Snow that had Corruption properties, so Snow fits. For the Slaughter, we could go with Charles Fleming. We know he was in China from at least the beginning of the First Opium War in 1839, and Smirke and Jonah and the rest were up and active on their supernatural studies since at least the 1810s, so it’s theoretical Fleming could have hung out with them, even though he didn’t become touched by the Slaughter until he went to China. Maybe he came back later, though he was in China at least until 1862. Alternatively, William Hall, the actual captain of the Nemesis, could be an option, his lifetime overlaps pretty well with Smirke’s, though there is no evidence he interacted with the Slaughter besides his interactions with Fleming and the Nemesis. Still, he was probably a bit more high-society that Fleming, so I kind of prefer him. Finally, for the more reasonable ones, we have Joey Grimaldi for the Stranger. Grimaldi’s timeline overlaps with Smirke’s, and we know he was affected by the Stranger even before he was turned into Nikola Orsinov. The reason I’m choosing Grimaldi instead of Gregor Orsinov or Nikolai Denikin is that we know for sure he was in England while Smirke was, unlike the other two.

Now for the more out-there guesses. For the Flesh, there are a few options. One is Eustace Wick, the Lutheran priest-turned-cannibal, who did live at the same time as Smirke, but he became an avatar in 1832, died in 1845, and has no evidence that he’d even been to England, considering he’s American. The other options would be Benjamin Carlisle, Benjamin’s unnamed wife, or possibly some other relative or descendant of theirs. I find this one the more likely choice, because Jonathan Sims specifically wonders how Benjamin Carlisle’s wife was able to give her statement to the Magnus Institute, considering she starved to death in a cave on the Oregon Trail in 1845, as well as the fact that an apparent descendant of her, Toby Carlisle, is living in England by the 21st Century and has enough of a connection with the Flesh to be pretty severely affected by the failure of the Last Feast ritual. The unnamed Mrs. Carlisle being the Flesh representative does mean she presumably gave in and cannibalized her husband, and the timeline only gives her about a decade to have hung out with the rest before Smirke’s death, but I think that fits, considering what Smirke said about just coming up with theories about the Flesh in his statement.

The Spiral has similarly not a lot to go on. I would just say the Distortion, seeing as it’s an immortal manifestation of the Spiral itself. We know that Ivo Lenshik’s father was tormented by the Distortion in a human form, and apparently Lenshik’s great-uncle did too, implying that the Distortion did assume a humanoid form sometimes, before it was forced to by the failure of the Great Twisting ritual. Plus, Jonah Magnus clearly knows who the Distortion is, which yes, he could have learned at literally any point from the past two hundred years, but seeing as we’ve got nothing else, I’ll choose to believe. For the Web, the only older avatars of the Web we’re aware of would be the historical owners of the house at Hill Top Road. We don’t know who owned it during Smirke’s time; the closest we have are the unnamed blackmailer who died during the English Civil War in the mid-1600s, and Walter Fielding, who died in 1923. Walter’s son and grandson both owned the house for about thirty years before dying, so with the same amount of time applied, Walter couldn’t be our Web avatar. Honestly, the answer might just have to be “whichever Web avatar was owning the house at Hill Top Road during the first half of the 19th Century.”

For the Desolation, we have even less. Diego Molina founded the Cult of the Lightless Flame at some point prior to World War II, but we have no idea when, and it couldn’t have been that long, considering what Eugene Vanderstock says about the immortality of Desolation avatars having some kind of limit. The same is true of the End. The only known End avatar who was alive during Smirke’s time was Nathaniel Thorp, who was a Death at the time, and didn’t become human again until 1970. It’s unlikely that Deaths got breaks to socialize.

So, in summary, we know for sure about:

* Jonah Magnus — The Eye

* Mordechai Lukas — The Lonely

* Maxwell Rayner — The Dark

* George Gilbert Scott — The Buried

We can make some reasonable assumptions about:

* Simon Fairchild — The Vast

* John Franklin — The Hunt

We can make educated guesses about:

* John Snow — The Corruption

* William Hall — The Slaughter

* Joey Grimaldi — The Stranger

We can make complete guesses about:

* Mrs. Carlisle — The Flesh

* The Distortion — The Spiral

* Owner of the house at Hill Top Road — The Web

And we have nothing for:

* The Desolation

* The End

If anyone has ideas or things I missed, let me know.

[nimmie-nugget]

Hii! I have a request for Mha ✨️

What if Fuyumi adopts a kid? And they can go out and do a bunch of fun things like playing at the park and getting ice-cream. :D

~Fuyumi x Child Reader~

Reminder: drink water and eat a full meal! Turn on dark mode if it’s currently night where you live~ wouldn’t want ya eyes to hurt right?~ —go to your profile and press the icon that’s on the VERY right, then click “General Settings” and scroll down a bit till you see “Color Palette” and there should be a few options for ya there!—

Note: AHHHHHHH MHA SHALL NOW BE INTRODUCED INTO THIS BLOG!!! 😆 I’m gonna be honest- I got so excited while writing this! 🤩 Enjoy! <3

P.s Fuyumi might be ooc considering this is my first time writing her 😓

Edit: guys it’s been like months how r ppl liking this 🤯⁉️ but u do u 😼💪

(this is more of a FNAF blog now, tho I’m on a hiatus for a few more days but if u into fnaf and u like seeing C.C art then YUPPPYYYYYYY)

Masterlist

Main Masterlist+Introduction

Fuyumi=Red, Y/n=Pink, Teacher+Ice cream worker=Black or White (depending on your Color palette)

it’s been a while since Fuyumi has adopted you. She was always busy with work and other things you did not need to know but she still made room for you, but half of the time it’s either your uncle Natsuo, Shoto or your grandpa babysitting you. Usually ends up with Natsuo. You’ve visited your grandma at the hospital one too many times and you wonder why she’s there, she isn’t hurt or anything right?

You were currently in school playing with your friends until your teacher made an announcement “ok everyone! Y/n will be leaving early today so say your goodbyes!” The teacher beamed, all that was heard were ‘awes’ and ‘bummer’ and ‘lucky…’ eventually everyone got over their little tantrums and said their goodbyes. You were guided towards the office as Fuyumi came in sight, you ran towards her wrapping your arms around her torso with your head buried in her stomach and you felt soft hands touch your head as you looked up making eye contact with Fuyumi “Hi mom! How was work?” You say excitedly. She smiled at you as she ruffled your hair “Y/n, sweetie! Can you give me a few minutes?” “Ok!”

Time passed by and Fuyumi was done talking with the staff. Both of you got in the car as you questioned“Mom, why did you pick me up from school early?” Fuyumi smiled at you again. “Well~ I though maybe me and my cute precious daughter can have a day out with just the two of us!” There were stars in your eyes showing you were indeed excited but you also got embarrassed at her statement of ‘my cute precious daughter’ “mom!!!” Fuyumi giggled as it seemed time passed by so fast that you two were already at your destination. Fuyumi and you got out of the car and we’re walking towards the play ground.

“Ahah! Mom come play with me!” You tugged at Fuyumi’s shirt wanting her to go down the slide with you. “Ok! Ok!” The both of you giggled as you were placed onto her lap, you put your arms in the up as you and Fuyumi slid down “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Let’s go again!”

Now both of you were getting ice cream.

“Y/n which one do you want?” Fuyumi said pointing to a bunch of popsicle flavours displayed onto the ice cream truck. “I want chocolate!” “One chocolate ice cream with sprinkles please!” You beam at the fact that she remembers you like ice cream with sprinkles “alright one chocolate ice cream coming right up! Anything for you ma’am?” You proceed to chant the word ‘chocolate’ as the other two speak. “Ah! Yes I would like vanilla if it’s not a bother!” “One vanilla ice cream coming right up!” Fuyumi paid for the ice creams and you guys went for a short walk.

“This is the best day every!!!” You laughed and Fuyumi joined in the laughing with you. “Be careful with your ice cream! It’s melting!” Fuyumi said as she wiped your mouth with a tissue as you just smiled towards her.

Both of you were finally back home as you were being carried in Fuyumi’s arms “mom?” Fuyumi hummed in response. “Can we ever go out like this again someday?” You say getting sleepy by the time Fuyumi responded you were fast asleep. She giggled and kissed your forehead “of course.”

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Hi I listened to six episodes of S3 and I’m back. I have nothing to do and school starts on Monday so lemme give my thoughts 🗣️

MAG 81: A Guest For Mr. Spider

Happy that Jon’s safe and in hiding! I remember Georgie was mentioned in Melanie Kings first statement so I guess she counts as a friend. Another spider theme. There’s so many spiders and I’m wondering what entity that could like fall under. I’m curious on “The Eye” because it hasn’t done anything, it just watched. Which makes sense. But Michael mentioned before that Jon being protected by it so is it like…chill????

MAG 82: The Eyewitnesses

Oh I hate Elias that little bitch I swear to god. Also the fact that the recorder didn’t turn off when they tried during Tims statement was interesting. Is The Eye doing that?? I don’t know maybe it’s just going weird.

Feeling bad for Daisy. Like she’s a murderer yeah but I like her ☹️ and I hate Elias. Super curious on his backstory though

MAG 83: Drawing a Blank

Auughhegughf I hate mannequins. Especially in games when you look away and they’re like getting closer. I’m wondering what the hell the deal was with this. Cause sometimes you can kinda gauge a motivation but this mannequin kinda just did a lot of stuff. Although the circus theme kinda reminded me of that one circus mentioned before. Maybe it’s like an element of The Stranger. Cause like mannequins are faceless and kinda take on different identities everytime you dress them y’know?? Lana was found partially skinned. Maybe the mannequin wanted that. Now that I know about these entities, I’m totally gonna search for links with them. I’m a sucker for cool horrors of humanity.

Also Breekon and Hopes deliveries mention!! I’m thinking they replaced the OG mannequin.

MAG 84: Possessive

Kind of another disease/gross shit theme in here? Also chills when they said “Gordie’s Dump” like eugh that got me. I’m still trying to understand what Maggie was doing. Like the boy saw Gordon’s face out of newspaper in the mud but Gordon was also in the house, Maggie smoothing paper over his face. Is she making like clones out of paper. Is she paper machéing clones???? They said whenever Gordon came to school, he had dirt under his fingernails so I’m thinking like every day he’s like replaced or something and then Maggie buried him??? I think.

MAG 85: Upon the Stair

This one was a lil hard because it’s a very strangely narrated statement but I managed! It made me think of Cheating Death where someone will replace the other person in whatever (someone replacing death after beating them in a game-someone replacing the stair figure after calling for them)

Jon did mention this but might as well say it; very Michael-esque. Somehow I don’t think he’s involved though 💀 I don’t know who is sending the statements to Jon. My first thought is Elias since he actually knows where Jon is and who he is with. Or so he says. Also the comment on like people becoming warped creatures is so true now that I think about it. I don’t want Jon to be a warped creature he’s too boring for that guys

Also Georgie is real. Go get that Hungarian dinner girl

MAG 86: Tucked In

Eughhhh it moves when you look. I hate that even more then when it moves when you DONT look 😭Also Tim has some problems he probably needs to work through. I feel like he knows more than he lets on. Like he did say to Martin that something worse is happening to the institute than it being haunted. Also, love Melanie King 🫶 it’s funny she doesn’t know what Og Sasha looked like since she knows she looks different then Not! Sasha. She just doesn’t know how.

Scary ass episode. I’m wondering if the creature in this and the one in A Fathers Love and Exceptional Risk are like…cousins or something because the one in this left behind “a small patch of foul smelling water” and in the other ones, brackish water would come out taps when I think it’s like close I think? Bit a stretch but maybe they belong under the same entity. Like darkness I dunno

Okay that’s everything! So far season 3 is super good. I love hearing the stuff outside the statements, it’s super interesting and I’m excited to see what happens next

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A Birthday Treat [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit 18+ content MINORS DNI.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Kinks and Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, teacher/student, drugged references.

Summary: Aizawa takes Mic's advice about giving himself a treat for his birthday.

Can also be read on Ao3 here: A Birthday Treat

Big thank you to the @lemons-does-nothing​ for beta reading this. Feel free to reach out to them if you need a Beta too!

By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are actively consenting to see adult, and possibly disturbing, content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it!

"Shou, you’re supposed to treat yourself on your birthday!” Yamada whined as Aizawa again turned down his suggestion of a birthday celebration.

“Not interested.” The fatigued instructor replied, shutting the bedroom door in the blonde’s face. 

He could still hear muffled words from Yamada trying to argue through the door as he returned to his desk to finish that night’s workload. It was an argument that repeated itself annually and, while sometimes the loudmouth won, Aizawa had zero interest in being dragged around this year.

As the night drew darker, it seemed Yamada was respecting his choice and did not return to continue his birthday debate. At least for now.

As he finished his work, Aizawa sighed, leaning back in his desk chair as he stretched. Glancing at his phone showed that midnight had passed some time ago, indicating it was now Aizawa’s official birthday. He already knew to expect further protests when morning came, but for now, he was able to enjoy the silence.

Treat myself? He laughed at the thought, arm resting over his eyes, there is nothing I have any inter- an image appeared in his mind, contradicting the incomplete statement. There was one thing Aizawa was very interested in. Swallowing at the passing imagery, he attempted to bury it by reaching for his phone to browse for something to distract the thought process that had begun.

Zipper undone and member in hand, he did his best to relieve himself as he watched some preferred videos, breath heavy as he pumped his fist but nothing met the particular itch his brain had this night. With a defeated sigh, he released his aching shaft and stared at his ceiling. What he wouldn’t give to have something real around his cock right now. Lips… soft hands… the warm, wetness of-

“Fuck.” He growled into the empty room, eyes shut tight as he fought the craving he felt. The urge building within.

Yamada’s words flashed into his mind once more as he fought his irritation, his breathing calming as he considered them.

“Treat myself…” he glanced at the balcony of his room and his face went dark with resolve as he fixed his pants and stood, “why the fuck not.”

He moved quickly, taking only a few minutes to reach his destination from the facility dorm. Not wanting to try and explain why he was out so late or why he was moving towards a third-year dorm.

Or how he knew that the lock of a particular balcony door for one room had yet to be fixed. 

Or exactly why he knew that the student in that particular room used sleep aids...

It was best no one caught him to ask such things he thought as he stared at the lovely woman sleeping soundly in her bed, unaware of the teacher standing over her.

Aizawa was silent as he watched the object his recent obsession affection rest, taking in the shape of the form molded around her by the blanket. As if in reaction to his stares, she shifted and the cover fell away revealing the large t-shirt covering her upper body, her chest moving gently as she snoozed.

He could feel his growing arousal as he watched her pert breasts rise and fall. Leaning on the mattress with a knee, he discreetly tugged at the blanket and guided it until only her feet were hidden. To his delight, the tee had ridden up as she slept; revealing the delightful pattern on the panties that hid her treasure from him.

Resisting exploring the new sight, his gaze drifted to her shirt and began to guide its fabric up to reveal more. His breath struggled to remain steady as his fingertips trailed across her skin as he adjusted the shirt's position, watching as more of her flesh appeared.

He snapped away as she shifted in her sleep again, but he returned gingerly as she settled. Hand hovering as he finished his objective, he took in the sight of her bare chest moving in tandem with her breath, begging for his touch. Licking his lips, dry with anticipation, he carefully - almost delicately - brushed his fingers across the tender mounds. 

As the tips of his fingers brushed across her nipples, the peaks began to harden in response. He sucked in a breath at the reaction, yanking his hand back to cover his mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he considered how he should proceed.

While he wanted to take the time to explore every inch of the darling student whose existence had consumed his every thought… he didn’t have that luxury. With no idea how heavy her sleep was or how long her medication would last, she could be awoken by his actions at any moment. He had come this far, it would be a waste to get caught - to ruin everything - if he didn’t get to have some fun.

Now calm, Aizawa leaned closer to cup a breast, massaging the ample flesh while his finger danced the edge of her bare tips; enjoying the sensation of it hardening from his touch. Once he was sure that wasn’t enough to awaken her, he dared to do more. The bed creaked as he came to lay next to her, hand moving to cup the far breast while he blew a subtle breath of air against the aching tip of the nearer one, evoking a nearly muted moan from the woman.

Eager to hear more from his lover, he encapsulated the delicate point with his mouth and sucked gently. His tongue circled the nub while his hand caressed the other tip.

He was nearly ready to erupt right there, finally enjoying her almost enough to send him over the edge. Yet he fought the urge, releasing his mouth from her, looking up at her sleeping face. She had begun to blush at the stimulation he provided which brought a smirk to his lips.

Deciding to press his luck further he released the soft hill, gliding his fingers back down between her legs, slipping underneath the elastic band of the cotton undergarments. A question that had burned in the back of his mind was answered as he felt the curls that carpeted her warmth.

Head resting against her breasts, he relished the exploration of the downy mound until he felt wetness on his fingertips. A struggled groan from the sleeper came as a finger slipped into the slick folds, touching the sensitive nub that was nestled within them. He teased it; circling, rubbing, and pressing against the heat of it. Her breathing became more ragged as he continued. Beneath heavy eyelids her eyes moved, her lips parting to let out small but sweet moans. 

Eyes still on her face, Aizawa captured her nipple in his mouth once again and added to her arousal, desperate to hear more.

Her legs twitched at his encouragement, unconsciously spreading for more. He was happy to abide by the request, his fingers moving from the twitching bud to her depths. He began with a single finger, easily slipping his middle digit into the damp entrance, feeling the pulsating walls of her insides cling to him eagerly.

As he pumped his hand rhythmically within her he concluded that he wasn’t leaving until he filled her properly. No matter the cost.

One finger became two as he began to work on her, spreading her with his fingers to ready her for what would come next. Her body quivered as he found certain spots reacted more than others and soon his pace increased. His lips detached from her breast to readjust for easier movement and to watch her face as he plunged into her, his thumb doing its best to rub the swollen bud above her entrance.

Finally, to Aizawa’s delight, her hip bucked against his hand as her insides tightened around the fingers, threatening to keep them. Her velvet walls shuddered at the release. His breath shook at the feel and sight of her ecstasy, his pants as tight as possible as his body responded to the show.

He withdrew from her slowly, watching for any sign that she was waking up. To his relief, and amazement, she did not stir, chest heaving from the orgasm. He would need to find out her prescription for himself. 

It took all remaining self-control - as little of it as there was - to not rip the thin barrier from between her legs and thrust into her for his own relief but the best course of action was to give her body time to calm down, she would be far too sensitive right now and that could easily wake her. No, he would take a little more time to enjoy her body before he opened his real present.

A low whine came from the bed as he repositioned himself above her as if a cat were crouching over its prey. Fighting the urge to make her suck his fingers clean after toying with her, he instead used his clean hand to grip her chin and position her face to plant soft kisses on her lips, face, and neck. He wanted to enjoy the unspoiled taste of her before he moved on to his next goal.

Once satisfied, he repositioned again; balancing his weight carefully, he sat over her chest while making sure not to apply any pressure. Once sure of the position, he unzipped and reached into his trousers. Purposely using his sullied hand to coat himself in her, he withdrew the swollen member which twitched at the cold air of the room as it was exposed. Precum dripped happily down the shaft, no longer impeded by anything. 

He stroked himself slowly, happy to have some relief from the agonizing pressure that his pants had caused him. He made sure to hold himself just right so he could feel her breath, which had begun to calm, as he stroked. Making sure not to press too hard, he guided the tip to kiss the sleeping girl’s lips. 

A low groan escaped Aizawa as he felt her tenderness and he did nothing to stop the sound, almost wanting her to wake up so he could shove into her mouth to keep her from crying out at the sight of one of UA’s teachers hovering over her with his cock out. However, she didn’t stir as he traced her lips, coating them with his clear liquid.

Curious to see just how far he could go, he guided himself to the part in her lips and applied pressure. There was resistance but soon they parted and the head of his manhood slipped inside. He shuddered as the flesh surrounded the tip, although he could not go too far as he met with the barrier of her teeth he didn’t mind as he angled himself to slide into the pocket of her cheeks. His hips ever so slowly as he pumped into her jaw.

He wanted so badly to reach down and guide her mouth open so he could slip inside, feel her tongue encircle his shaft, the warmth of her throat. The mere thought mixed with the feel of her made him pull out, panting and holding back the urge to cum. As good as it may feel to use her mouth, he had to hold back from his release just a bit longer. He had a goal and if he came now, the clarity of what he had done would drive him to run before fulfilling it.

Needing time to calm down before he blew, Aizawa sat on the edge of the bed and considered his prey. Her face needed to be cleaned off of any remnants of his indulgence, her breast was a bit red but that would fade before morning, and obviously, her clothes would need to be put back once he was done. Nothing else caught his eye as a potential indication of his visit as he created the mental checklist.

Once he had settled down enough to continue his fun, he removed the blanket completely from her and positioned himself between her spread legs. With delicate movements, he took hold of her panties and began to slide them off. Carefully lifting one leg to remove its hold, he left the garment clinging to the other. 

He swallowed at the sight of her legs spread before him, her womanhood exposed. He wanted to play more, to feel her quiver against his tongue and taste her as she came over and over. Yet he knew it was either that or what he really wanted, he wouldn’t be able to handle more with how worked up he was.

Any reservations Aizawa may have had about his current actions faded away as he withdrew the foil package from his pocket. He cursed as it crinkled loudly whilst being opened, even though he knew by now that it wouldn't wake her. Stuffing the wrapper in his pocket, he sheathed his engorged flesh in the rubber. As much as he would prefer to feel her properly, the evidence he would leave behind would be far too obvious.

His body quivered with anticipation as he adjusted himself to prod at the dampness between her legs. Sliding his length up and down her moist slit he counted himself in her dew, grazing the aroused bulb as he grinded. While lube was preferable, it hadn’t been something to consider in his unusually irrational mindset as he rushed from his room. Covering himself in her juices was the best alternative to avoid hurting her. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt his beloved.

When he was sure he was suitably slick, he directed his head to her dark haven and began to ease himself into her; one hand holding his girth as he guided it while the other hand pressed into her thigh, holding it to assist with his access. A sigh of delight escaped him as her warmth surrounded him, her body tensing at the intrusion. Allowing a few moments of bliss at the penetration he began to slip slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside of her until he felt the end of her depth and could proceed no deeper without causing pain by pressing against her cervix.

“Fuck…” Aizawa moaned in elation as she encompassed his manhood, pulsing and shivering as it tried to accommodate the unknown object. After who knows how long of lusting after her, he was finally one with her, feeling how truly perfect for him she was. 

Now he was inside, he lifted her legs and held them together with one arm, having them find purchase against his shoulder. The action caused her to squeeze tighter around his manhood and encouraged him to continue. Once her legs were secure, he moved; withdrawing himself as much as he could handle before his need propelled him to enter once more. His hips rocked at an agonizingly slow pace as he pumped in and out of her, he stared with adoration as her body swayed oh so tenderly in time with his movements.

Her breasts bounced gently with the rocking and the erotic scene of it only elevated his lust at the sight. He leaned forward against the angle of her legs, pushing them towards their owner, and put his weight on his free hand as it rested near her sleeping form and began to increase his tempo. 

Heavy panting came from the teacher as he fucked the sleeping student, moans and whispers of unintelligible words of affection escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering as he began to lose himself in the feel of her. She trembled as small bouts of pleasure rolled through her as he used her body.

Her shallow breathing began to match his ragged tones as moans slipped from her mouth, darling whines, and soft squeaks of ecstasy as her body reacted to him. Her brow furrowed as her sleep-addled mind tried to process the feelings he was invoking; the bed began to creak as his motions increased and pressed deeper into her, kissing her deepest parts with his cock.

Any fear he held of rousing her no longer mattered to him, he wanted to see her face flush from the bliss he was filling her with. To see her eyes wide and glazed as he plunged into her with abandon. As her face contorted in her sleep, unable to comprehend how her body felt, he wanted to comfort her.

“It’s okay,” he purred in a quiet voice, “it's me, you’re safe.” He moaned, her name tumbling out alongside the reassurances from him as he thrust into her.  Her feet waved above them in his arms as he started to lose his control, falling into the feeling of her heat enveloping him to wring every drop of his love.

Finally, after all the withholding, Aizawa allowed himself release. His body shuddered violently at the feeling that had been denied for so long. A sharp gasp ripped itself from his lips as he climaxed. His head hung as he shook, a black curtain of hair swayed as he let the electricity of it move through him. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, a few drops fell on the exposed chest of the woman he arched over. 

As the feeling subsided, he stared at his slumbering lover and then sighed as he finally leaned back, relieving the pressure of his weight against her quivering legs as he moved and shifted them to lay beside him while he was still inside her tender flesh. 

Combing his fingers through his tangle of hair he brushed the mess back over his head and took in the sight of the woman he had just violated. Her chest heaving, face flush with feelings she couldn’t understand, wet from his sweat and her womanhood drenched with arousal. A momentary glance at the ceiling and a deep sigh of personal resentment, he cautiously pulled from her, careful to keep the overflowing rubber attached as he did so. Once clear of her, he stepped off the bed quickly and entered the bathroom attached to the dorm room. 

Once removed from his tired member, he tied and pocketed the used condom before grabbing a washcloth and returning to the bed.

As delicately as he could, Aizawa wiped down the victim of his abuse and returned her clothes and cover to their original locations. After a final glance around the room to ensure no evidence of his presence remained, he exited quietly while making a mental note to push the maintenance request to repair the lock to high priority.

The next morning Aizawa was doing his best to ignore his friend’s expected berating for refusing to celebrate as they walked to the main building for the day. It was an easy enough task to ignore the leather-clad hero’s ranting due to the overwhelming pounding of his heart filling his head. Anxiety and fear filled him, alongside acceptance, of what he was sure to come as they approached the building.

As they walked, Aizawa’s eyes instantly caught the form of his desire approaching encircled by her typical group of friends. Her group showed no reaction to the sight of them besides the standard greeting towards their teachers.

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei. Present Mic-sensei.” She spoke, giving the warm smile that made his heart skip whenever he saw it. She gave no sign that her view of him had changed.

The pair replied in kind to the greeting and continued their stroll, Yamada returning to his argument happily.

“I’m just saying-”

“Fine.” Aizawa agreed, cutting Yamada’s tangent off.

“H-huh? Really ?” He asked excitedly, having never once gotten his friend actually to agree before.

“Yeah, whatever…” Aizawa glanced back at the group of students as they drifted away, “I suppose you’re not completely wrong. Treating myself on my birthday isn’t the worst idea.”

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