I think I already posted when I read Vigilantes last time but my memory blows so, whatever.
Why won't Horikoshi show us Aizawa's home? Or his dorm room in the Heights Alliance? We'd pay to see that right? This is fanservice too! Do it! Enough with the boobs and butts! Show us Aizawa's curtains and sconces ! We got a glimpse of his desk in his dorm room and..??
If you're thinking " this old bag is crazy for being this invested in a 2D action hero", why are you attending my personal rant session? why are you still reading ? Go do your homework.
Ahem. I guess Betten sensei went with the note that Aizawa has basically nothing in his apartment and just drew him living in some kind of a storage unit. Which is so perfect BUT SHOW US MORE!
I'm quite intrigued by the theory that Aizawa came from wealth. It might explain his zero tolerance policy for anything superfluous or irrational. Might explain why it's to such intense, character defining levels.
That happens sometimes to kids that grow up in the kind of wealthy homes where there's an excess of everything cluttered everywhere. Like imagine him having parents who were nice people but not the most sensible when it came to managing their finances. Possibly shopaholics, just filling every space in their home with who's-its and what's-its galore, for no purpose other than instant gratification or momentary diversion. He must have found it annoying at least or stifling at most. The faults of our parents do sometimes get magnified in the memories we collect. It must have been frustrating for a controlling spirit like his to grow up without any power over his space. So he fell as far from that tree as he could. It makes sense to me. Is it too much to ask for a confirmation on this ?
I hope we get to see more. I hope Vigilantes gets animated. ( Or just Aizawa's arc in it ) Or, a tour of all the teachers' dorms like they did with class 1A.
Until then, let's enjoy some Aizawa arms I guess.
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save a horse // snipe
warnings: wild west au - nsfw, smut, minors dni - slight dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, breeding, dumbification, the cowboy hat stays ON, pet names (honeybee, pretty lady), p in v sex, cowgirl position, yeehaw lingo
You weren't loose, and you sure as hell weren't some kind of showgirl, either. But the moment that man walked into the saloon, you knew that if you weren't loose already, you sure as hell would be.
You'd poured him a drink, one thing led to another, and now you were riding him like a bull in one of the guest rooms above the bar. He gazed lazily up at you with a smirk under the red bandana over his nose and across his lower face, beads of sweat rolling down toned, black skin, his cowboy hat dipped low enough to add to the mystery. You'd barely pulled down his chaps and trousers before you'd pounced, and he still wore his boots over the side of the bed, spurs and all. He'd insisted on stripping you, though. Something about wanting to see those pretty tits of yours.
He held your hips as you bounced on his cock with the calloused hands of a true, honest wrangler, a real sun-kissed, hardworking frontier man, who'd surely had his fair share of innocent pussies like yours, even if he groaned like yours was the best he'd ever had.
"Damn, honeybee, there ain't a girl in the whole wide west with a pussy like yours." His thumb rubbed at your clit while keeping a firm grip on your hips, practically bouncing you himself now, using you like he would a whore, or even his own fist.
"I bet you fuck every weary traveller who stumbles into your saloon, don't ya', honeybee? You like takin' strangers' cocks?" You could almost feel the shit-eating grin hidden by his bandana.
"No - no, sir, m'not a whore, m'not a whore..." The only way to describe the lightheaded feeling you were experiencing was dumb, fucked stupid by his big cock. You couldn't break away if you tried, not with that firm grip abusing your hips. He was fucking you dumb and all you could do was take it.
He gave a breathy laugh, stopping suddenly to adjust his hips under you. "You sure ride me like like one, pretty lady."
His boots hit the floor flat before he started thrusting up into you with vigor, hard enough that his heavy balls slapped up at your soaking cunt. You let out a sudden, loud gasp, using his chest to keep yourself propped up, but your knees were already starting to go weak as you tumbled toward that peak. His stamina seemed never ending, his fat cock pounding up mercilessly into your dripping cunt. He didn't slow, he only kept his heavy grip and deep, steady rhythm while he used you.
"I can't - oh, fuck, sir, I can't-"
"You gonna cum, honeybee? You wanna cum on my cock?"
"Yes, yes, sir, please..." You panted, nodding your head senselessly, your entire body shaking with the force of his thrusts. His thumb rubbed just right at your slick-soaked clit, pressing hard enough to make you feel numb beneath the earth-shattering pleasure that he reaped from you. He had you right at the edge.
"Cum on me, pretty lady, cum on me like the sweet whore you are."
You choked as your cunt spasmed around his cock, your whole body jolting. He fucked you through it even harder, making your orgasm last a lifetime while he chased his own release, forcing wave after wave of pleasure until you almost cried from the overstimulation.
"Sir, sir, it's too much, it's too much-"
"You can take it, honeybee, you can take my cum. I'm gonna give it all to you, pretty thing," He groaned, his hat nearly slipping as he dug his head back into the mattress. "Oh fuck, honeybee, you're too good, tightest fuckin' pussy I ever felt-"
"You can't come inside, sir, you - you can't, you can't-"
"-You're gonna take it, baby, you're gonna take it all like a good girl, now-"
"No - yes, please, fuck -"
He slammed your hips down onto himself as his cum shot up deep into you, his chest nearly rising off the bed as he humped up into you, shooting load after load into your abused pussy. You collapsed onto his chest. He fucked weakly up into you until you'd drained the last of him.
You both were left panting, sweaty, unable to move from where his cock slowly softened inside of you. He ran a hand through your hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into your back.
Your mind was screaming that he just came inside you, you were gonna be with child, you didn't have anyone to take care of you and a baby, this was the end for you - but in the blissful aftermath, you couldn't bring yourself to care. And with what he said next, he probably didn't, either.
"'You ever been out yonder, pretty lady?" His voice rumbled through his chest, worn out, but still as amused as he had been when you'd first dragged him upstairs.
"My parents brought me out here when I was a baby but I don't remember it..." You mumbled. He held you tighter and gently rubbed into your lower back, easing out the ache he'd given you. "...My ma had me right there on the trail. Th'back of a wagon. Said I was the light of the new world..."
"..." His hand stilled briefly in your hair before running his fingers over your scalp. "I can take ya' with me, if you want. Huntin' bounties on the prairie."
You thought about the baby surely starting to grow in your tummy, then about how miserable you were serving nasty men in a saloon every day, then about how he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. It was surely the best orgasm of your life that he'd just given you going to your head, but for a moment, you thought that it might be love.
"...You know what, partner? That sounds right about dandy to me."
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