guard dog simon that guard dog simon this but what about old man simon? yup he's an old dog- retired, miserable, reliable, experienced. knows so many horrors to man kind that if he ever decides to talk about it most people get scared but you're different, you listen to him intently with some occasional coos of 'you're so strong', 'that's is so cool' when he talks about the time when he took down a whole unit 36 men to be exact, alone. he was pleasantly surprised that he even managed to pull a bird like you, but somehow he did. Don't even get me started on what this man dreamed about as soon as you decided to talk with him, oh how you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, how you'd look with a swollen belly full of his lad, how you'd look sleeping in his bed beside a big chunky baby, he has to stop, he can't afford to cum from just these thoughts. and its not like you didn't know that he was excited or surprised, not after seeing that damn tent in his jeans.
He thinks that he has successfully trapped a bird like you in his cage but what he doesn't realise that he's the one falling into yours.
got this idea from the old man price series by @dumbbitchgalore, thanks :).
i hoped this made me feel better but i am now more sad that I don't have people them in my life
Major Trigger Warnings: This story contains attempted suicide, mention of suicide and mention of intrusive thoughts, including some inspired by my own, if any of this triggers you, I strongly apologize.
I wrote this a week ago… and at first I couldn’t bring myself to post it because… well I wasn’t sure if I should but… National Suicide Prevention Month is coming up in September so and then school is starting and… sometimes that can be enough to stress anyone out and trigger feelings of anxiety and even depression so… I’m finally posting it for those reasons…
There is a LOT of triggers in this story, I can’t stress that enough it was hard to just write this but… I felt like I had to…
Inspired by feelings I’ve experienced before and sometimes still experience when my intrusive thoughts come back to haunt me.. I also wanted to dedicate this to anyone else who might have felt suicidal, or even just had intrusive thoughts like me, or anyone else who has thought about suicide. You are not alone and you ARE loved.
Again, there’s a lot of triggers in this story so… reader discretion is advised…
Keep reading
charecters : aizawa , you
Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa
You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.
Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.
Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.
You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.
(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"
He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.
He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.
"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.
He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."
He turned back to the board.
You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.
Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.
You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.
You gulped and knocked on the door.
"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.
The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.
I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.
After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.
"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.
The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.
I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.
He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.
Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.
"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.
He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."
He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.
"You- BUrP BURPbURP'
You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.
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youtube why can i see the dislikes ?????
this is so true
I guess...there is no happy ending for them in a universe out there #beauty and the beast
for a note present mic doesnt know how to cook but aizawa does
-aizawa never cooks although he knows how to cook bcs he never has time always rely on fast foods
+never looks like he cares for 1-a but he loves them with all his heart
class 1-a is a idiotic class but they are aizawa's idiotic class
relationships with him are almost always secret bcs he fears that any villain might kidnap you
yuji to nobara : car - i - bon - ara
nobara : car - i - bon - ara
nobara to yuji : carbonara
yuji *happily dancing*
nobara to gojo : car - i - bon - ara
gojo to nobara : tony montana ???
nobara to gojo : car - i - bon - ara
gojo : lachimolala
nobara *getting frustrated * : car - bo - na - ra
gojo : la - ch - mo - la - la
gojo to megumi : la chi mo la la
megumi : car - bo - na - ra
yuji nobara nanami :
L: light is kira
Police force: Light isn’t kira
L: If I die light is kira
L dies
Police force: light isn’t kira
Near: light is kira
Police force: ok
it's genuinely one of the best things I've seen, like ITS SO FUCKING GOOD WTH, I FELL IN LOVE THE HELL???
@eleu22 thanks for feeding meh
CW// Sexual Themes!! 16+ ig
i made this animatic thing because i was feeling nostaligc about animatics off of @quarterlifekitty ‘s promethean!!! absolutely bomb little series thing plz check her out!!!! this was rlly fun to make im trying to get back into the swing of art properly again RAHHH
also ignore ghost looking creepy as fuck in the last panel xx