#Fury Pro Grappling

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Gillian Robertson submits Rose Namajunas in just over a minute - Fury Pro Grappling 6

Was surprised when this got announced how many people thought Rose was going to dog walk Gillian Robertson of all people in a jiu jitsu match.

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Watching the Fury Pro Grappling 6 main event now. In case you want to watch the Prelims, seems like there was a stream issue, you can find a bit on youtube and another bit on facebook.

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WRESTLING FURY: June 1989

OWEN HART BLAZES INTO THE WWF

Possibly a warning heralded too late but, beware World Wrestling Federation gladiators! He’s tried the rest, now he’ll take on the best. Just when you though professional wrestling an out of surprises, a pleasant breath of fresh talent has ventured down from the foothills of Western Canada to the highly publicized, mega-marketed wrestling organization operated by Vince McMahon, Jr. and based in Stamford, Connecticut. 

Although he has been touring the pro mat circuits for less than five years, many veterans of the grappling game already hail him as one of the best technicians ever to step into the ring. One former National Wrestling Alliance heavyweight champion has gone as far as comparing The Blue Blazer to the great Lou Thesz.

No matter how his performances are assessed, spectacular and superb are usually the first two words used to describe the moves he puts on his opponents. Even under a mask and fancy robes, the true identity of The Blue Blazer can’t be hidden. Owen Hart, of the famous wrestling Hart family from Calgary, Alberta, Canada already has gained a legion of faithful followers in the United States, hoping he’ll get a crack at the prestigious title belts recognized by the WWF. 

There’s no way the so-called brain trust of the WWF could have kept the Blazer’s identity a secret. The technical holds and acrobatic maneuvers executed with such perfection could only be administered by the youngest of the wrestling Hart brothers. 

[Owen was the North American Heavyweight champ in his native Canada.]

Before signing on with the WWF, Owen Hart was already recognized worldwide as a wrestling superstar. Some of his most exciting ring encounters took place in Japan. The style of wrestling in the Orient is much like that in Western Canada and the Japanese fans quickly grew to admire the young Hart, always more than anxious for his next return. 

The winning attitude that has enveloped Owen is due to having built-in-trainers. Keith, Bruce and Bret “The Hit Man” Hart, along with brothers-in-law Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart and Davey Boy Smith, have instructed Own from their years of experience on the ins and outs of what will not work to a wrestler’s advantage while in the ring. 

Owen’s father, former wrestling expert Stu Hart, who took on everyone from Gene Kinski to Joe Louis, has overseen his son’s entry in the limelight of the sport and is quite pleased with his progression. When asked by a fan as to when Owen would return to action in the Stampede Wrestling rings, Stu prideful replied, “Unfortunately he will not be available to us in the foreseeable future. I have tremendous respect for Owen, not only as a wrestler but as a son, a young man of whom I am extremely proud. I feel very strongly in my heart that Owen can make the same contribution to wrestling that Wayne Gretzky has made to hockey. To my way of thinking, if you can pardon my saying so, he is simply the best that there is in the game, both in and out of the ring.”

[As the Blue Blazer, Hart far outclasses most of the competition. (photo by Brown)]

With one highlight after another in Japan and Canada, where he held the North American heavyweight title several times, Owen Hart literally wrote his own ticket to the promotion that would financially satisfy him the most. When you are the best in the sport from a promoter’s and fans’ viewpoint, it is better to have the talented athlete on your team rather than opposing it. And, that’s exactly what the WWF did. Instead of letting the NWA or AWA get his name on a contract, the WWF recognized the endless amount of talent Owen Hart possesses and proceeded to add him to their ever-growing parade of stars. 

The question asked by fans throughout North America is why the mask? Perhaps the WWF hierarchy was afraid the young Canadian would outshine their number one superstars, such as Randy Savage and Hulk Hogan. Would Owen put either Hogan or Savage in the position that the fans would demand a showdown between the two? In Hogan’s case it wouldn’t be a great surprise how that confrontation would conclude. One is a wrestler known as an exciting ring tactician and one has been labeled a living cartoon. 

Thus far as the Blue Blazer, Owen’s abilities seem to have been toned down in the Federation. The majority of the Blazer’s matches fall into the preliminary category, usually the opening contest against the likes of men such as Steve Lombardi and Barry Horrowitz. Both Lombardi and Horowitz are well qualified to be labeled wrestlers and have always given their challengers a tiresome time in the ring. However, they aren’t in the same ballpark as Randy Savage or Jim Duggan as far as drawing large crowds to the arenas are concerned. 

[Here’s a look at a flying head butt done Owen Hart Style.]

The Blazer’s ring performance resembled the way the British Bulldog marched into the WWF five years back. Davey Boy Smith and Dynamite Kid plainly and simply outclassed and nearly embarrassed those who stepped onto the canvas against them. They made all the other so-called WWF athletes look effective. When the Blue Blazer entered the scene, the same scenario arose again. 

The mask, artificial identity and the fact of being delegated to preliminary mat action appears to have taken their roll on Owen Hart. This past Thanksgiving, as the Blue Blazer, he was caught off guardian submitted to Greg Valentine’s figure -four leg lock. Perhaps that unusual ending to his participation in the Survivor Series match should be taken as a signal that they (the WWF) may be destroying the confidence of wrestling’s newest hero. It was also during this exciting event that Owen suffered another injury that will prevent him from wrestling for a short time. 

Never quite a number one contender in the Federation but a man known to give you the fight of your life, “Iron” Mike Sharpe recently stated, “The best offense is a good defense when squaring off against the Blue Blazer. The suplexes, sunset flips and dives off the top ropes he does are incredible. His moves are carried out flawlessly. The Blazer is a thinking man’s wrestler.” He continued by saying, “He has to be careful when dazzling his challengers, the chances he takes in the ring are too risky to end in injury, if his mind wandered. Believe me, the Blue Blazer has all the ingredients to soon be the #1 contender for the Inter-Continental and Heavyweight championships.”

Will he or won’t he, hidden under a hood as the Blue Blazer, combine forces with his brother “The Hit Man” to pursue the WWF Tag Team champions? Should Jim Neidhart graciously step aside and give his blessings on the brothers to unite their wrestling energies, having the title belts put around their waists? That would be a mere technicality waiting to happen. 

[These aerial maneuvers are what makes Owen so great. (photo by Brown)]

It’s generally accepted by fans, promoters and wrestlers themselves that Bret and Owen are the two most best all-around wrestlers in the support of wrestling today. It’s almost a certainty that should the Hart Brothers be put in the same ring as Demolition, The Rougeaus or The Powers of Pain, record gate receipts will be achieved. The Harts aren't the largest or most muscular pair in the WWF, just the best schooled wrestlers on the group’s roster. 

In singles competition, just think of the Blue Blazer getting the opportunity to renew his feud with the Honky Tonk Man from their days when they both worked out of Calgary. When turned to Bad News Brown, the Blue Blazer is capable of knocking Harlem, New York’s wrestling thug down a couple of notches in the rankings. Without the mask on, in Canadian towns such as Edmonton, Camrose and Winnipeg, Owen Hart convincingly handed Brown pinning defeats. 

[Owen and his finance Martha have been doing some modeling in Canada

Owen’s body is rock solid perfect. ]

When battling world class competitors as Makkhan Singh, “Strangler” Steve DiAlvo and Comrade Jerry Morrow, as an athlete, Owen became a better professional. Stampede Wrestling out of Calgary has always been over stuffed with talented wrestlers who rely on their athletic ability to advance their career, not gimmicks to get them the necessary push to main event status. 

Biff Ellington, Johnny Smith, Chris Beneoit and Goldie Rogers are just a handful of respected grapplers that, along with Owen, have put Calgary on the international wrestling map of excellence. 

As the Blue Blazer in the WWF, Owen Hart isn’t asking for anything he isn’t deserving of. When the time comes and the Blazer is able to spread his wrestling wings, his ring actions will lead to many to say “I told you so.” Owen Hart has proven he is a winner, a dedicated professional and an all-around class act. After all, his wrestling roots are second to none. 

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watching fury pro grappling 6 from last december and just thought this was cute

[hey-its-sybarite]

Remember: You Are Prey

[In mythology the ancient and wild Gods were recast] in a more bloodless and pro-human-society light. I’d argue that this parallels a major shift in how popular storytelling has changed the story of the vampire: increasingly humanising them and showing them working inside of human society and its rules, instead of being a destructive force that hurts us.

How many vampire stories now feature characters who only target the evildoer? Who channel their monstrous natures in ways that benefit humans? Who are inspiring and even loveable to humans?

I’d say too many. We neutered horror in our story telling. Pulled its fangs or worse, made those fangs sexy. Something about the way this incarnation of Interview With the Vampire is unfolding suggests that this has been our mistake. They aim to remind us not simply of our empathy and love for the monstrous, but of our fear of it.

The trial, too, is a recurring feature in stories where humans grapple with the supernatural and horrific. It’s an overlay of human reason, fairness, judgement and control, human morality, on the random, cruel and violent nature of forces previously believed beyond our sphere of influence, outside of prayer, sacrifice and ordeal. The trial is our triumph of reason over the terror of millennia of Gods and Monsters. Of our ability to protect ourselves, we who were once merely another prey animal.

Trials are so modern and so human, even when the trial itself is a sham or when the punishment is barbaric, the fact that a trial exists at all is narrative evidence that humans have some control over their world. But Interview With the Vampire is a horror story and I think it’s going to pose the question of whether humans can actually hold the horrors at bay, especially when we’ve recast our old supernatural foes as romantic heroes in our new mythology.

This criticism of the audience is of the audience in the theatre for The Trial, yes. But also of us viewers, and even of the people making the show. We’re all complicit because we all enjoy telling stories this way. We’ve trapped ourselves here, come willing to our doom and doomed others along the way.

((This is from a more detailed post, one of two on Francis Bacon and the Greek Furies, hence the abrupt beginning, apologies.))

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me and @cosmoseinfeld in the tranches of the onlyfans fury pro grappling prelims fighting for our lives against the buffering

[timbrrwolfe]

On the topic of gaming, I recently rented Super Mario Bros. Wonder from my library (shoutout to that being a thing I can do).

Historically I actually haven't been much of a Mario gamer. And the games I have played for any length of time have been 3D Mario games. Super Mario 64 (DS. Somehow missed the original), Super Mario Sunshine. More recently Super Mario Odyssey. And Also Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Inside Fury. Odyssey and 3D World+Bowser both also being library rentals.

But with 3D World and a limited amount of play of older Mario games, I'm not /completely/ new to 2D platformers. But I definitely prefer 3D platformers.

All that to say that the beginning of my time with Wonder was a little rocky. Not awful just...I was glad I was renting it. But then the game picked up. The levels got more intricate, I started getting badges to augment my movement (and I do love some augmented movement in games). And I got connected to the internet.

And the way the online worked was I think the best part of the entire game. Like sure, it's fun to run through a level and clear obstacles and figure out puzzles. But saving people who died, either by them flying up to you frantically or dropping a standee at the right place? That's a dopamine hit. Using the limited communication available (including standees) to help people solve those puzzles? Also very satisfying. Fulfilling even. I think the rare levels where you ran around looking for Wonder coins or whatever are some of the best show of the online gameplay.

It was probably more common back when the game was launched, but one day that I was playing I saved someone who had died, and they pretty much followed me through the rest of the level. Towards the end, I saved another person, though they went back (intentionally or otherwise). So I waited for them. And the first person I saved waited with me. And once the second person caught back up we all hopped on the flagpole together. Which is a thing I'd done before but not intentionally like that.

And then not long after that, in one of those puzzle levels I was able to drop a standee to try to hint at how to solve at one of the puzzles I'd figured out. When I /finally/ figured out where the final coin was I spammed the shout communication and got at least two more people to figure out where it was who I had also seen running around the level for a while. Which isn't even to mention the help that /I/ got while playing.

My point being fuck capitalism and the forces that be for pushing us to be competitive with each other when we should be working together to live life.

Anyway, I was kind of surprised because the badges I saw talked about the most were the parachute hat (which, to be fair, was part of the marketing), the vine grapple, and the one that lets you run on air for a few seconds off the end of a platform. So imagine my surprise when my favorite and most used badge ends up being the Boosting Spin Jump badge. Essentially a double jump badge. One I hadn't even heard about (though to be fair I didn't hear about most of the badges). But then I do love my air time. And this was definitely the most versatile of the jump augmenting badges.

The game wasn't perfect. It was pretty short (a pro or con depending on how you feel). For some reason you could buy duplicate standees? Nintendo why do you love doing this in your games? ...honestly that might be all I can come up with.

Overall a fun, cute game. Worth playing if you get the chance.

[hey-its-sybarite]

“The reek of human blood smiles out at me.”

Yesss OP thank you for bringing that quote back. It’s also such a great reminder about this show’s place in relation to the Anne Rice canon. The show itself is an AU commentary on how stories change over time. The Oresteia (source of that quote) tells the tragedy of Orestes but he’s not who interests me. He’s pursued by the three Furies, and at the end of the tale, the Furies are persuaded to stop being instruments of vengeance and bloodshed and become instruments of justice and vigilance instead.

The Furies are super ancient, even to the Greek gods in the story. The new gods reshape the old ones, and cast them in a more bloodless and pro-human-society light. I’d argue that this parallels a major shift in how popular storytelling has changed the story of the vampire: increasingly humanising them and showing them working inside of human society, instead of being a destructive force that hurts us.

How many vampire and anti hero stories now feature protagonists who only target and hurt the evildoer?

Who channel their monstrous natures in ways that benefit humans? Who are inspiring and even loveable to humans? I’d say too many. We neutered horror in our story telling. Something about the way this incarnation of Interview With the Vampire is unfolding suggests that this has been a mistake.

In The Oresteia, central to the pacification of the Furies, is a trial. The trial, too, is a recurring feature in stories where humans grapple with the supernatural and horrific. It’s an overlay of human reason, fairness, judgement and control, human morality, on the random, cruel and violent nature of forces previously believed beyond our sphere of influence, outside of prayer, sacrifice and ordeal.

There’s Orestes’s trial, but many other trials of judgement of wrongdoing occur throughout later human mythology, and show humans influencing the overwhelming powers of supernatural beings. In Christian history there are trials of martyrdom and of persecution, there are witch-finder trials about consorting with evil, and there’s a trial coming in this story.

Trials are so modern and so human, even when the trial itself is a sham or when the punishment is barbaric, the fact that a trial exists at all is narrative evidence that humans have some control over their world. But Interview With the Vampire is a horror story and I think it’s going to pose the question of whether humans can hold horror at bay, especially when we’ve recast our old supernatural foes as romantic heroes in our new mythology.

I just need to talk about the triptych real quick. The first time we see it in the show is s1e1 behind Daniel in a shot and someone on here pointed it out and I didn't think much of it other than oh my god Francis Bacon in the background. But after watching episode three like. Wow. Such an absolutely brilliant symbol.

First all the piece is titled "Three Studies for Figures at the Base of the Crucifixion" and in the first episodes of season 2 we see Armand on his iPad getting in contact with a buyer for it. And in "No Pain" Rashid even interrupts the interview so they can talk with the lawyer of the seller. It seems like Louis doesn't even truly know what's happening with the piece, he's sort of going along with what Armand says even though Louis is the owner.

Then they stand in front of the piece and Armand describes it. Which literally sent chills down my spine.

Armand: "Three Studies for Figures at the Base of the Crucifixion", witnesses to Christ's agony. Mr. Bacon also referred to these as the Three Furies, punishers of human wrongdoing.

Then brief conversation about authenticity of the piece and then...

Armand: Its only had three owners.

Weird we keep coming back to that number isn't it. It's a triptych, one made up by three not unlike the three vampires this story revolves around. But Armand is desperately attempting to get rid of the piece and we know that the story he told Daniel in "No Pain" isn't the reality what happened between him and Lestat. There's a connection between the questions of authenticity of the triptych itself and what we know about the reliability of Armand's storytelling. Especially when Louis is the one who jumps in with the lawyer to provide proof of authentication.

The Wikipedia page of the painting says that Bacon was inspired by Aeschylus' phrase "the reek of human blood smiles out at me". Which is that not what these three vampires are doing constantly. Haunted by guilt, death, and devotion. Its especially impressive to me that this image was shown and had its own side plot in the episode where we see kissing between all three leads (though Louis and Lestat's was more so a hallucination and Armand and Lestat's mostly likely never happened at all). And that in their own ways they all are punishers of human wrongdoing in their own ways. There's also something about the fact that the three subjects in the painting are meant to be gods, but they are distorted by violence and sexuality (naturally something about these vampires that could be considered human).

And as Armand tries his very best to be rid of the reminder of his own failures as a witness to the agony, I fear he will fail.

Goodbye!

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: The Reveal

Thoughts about if the Emperor disguised himself as Weichei's childhood friend, his bestest friend, his first love, his husband instead of his older sister Vierna... And what happens when the charade ends

Gazing upon the dream visitor, there’s a mixture of emotions upon each one’s face. 

Lae’zel looked ready to cleave the mind flayer, grip concerningly tight around her blades. There’s a sense of betrayal against her kin, a sense of disgust for following a ghaik. 

There’s a cautious look from the others. 

Astarion perhaps was weighing the pros and cons of hearing the visitor out, the possible promise of power. 

Shadowheart still kept a hand on her morningstar, face pinching suspiciously. This was hiding in the astral prism?

Gale was eyeing them like trying to caution a bear, looking ready to bolt. 

Karlach was pulling a disgusted face, curling away from its presence. 

Wyll was placing himself in front of the last three, blade at the ready and magic collecting in his palm.

But Weichei, Weichei felt his heart tremble. Something was crawling up his throat, something hot boiling his veins. He’s quivering with too many emotions he couldn’t grapple, visibly shaking.

The adorned squid’s brows pinched together. “Don’t look at me like that.”

How could he not? How could he not? His eyes burned, hands clenched into fists.

Holding out a placating hand, they continued. “I am a mind flayer, yes. But without me, you would be a slave to the Absolute.”

Lae’zel opened her mouth to say something, perhaps to lay out some choice words about this. But nothing was said, for in a burst of sorrowed fury, Weichei lunged with a cry and psychic energy. The sound had everyone recoiling from the volume and energy, a burst of bright periwinkle blinding them.

Blinking away stars, the sight of the drow heaving breaths greeted them. His jaw was clenched tight, hot tears dripping from those expressive eyes. Pink pearls shone with its own fury, holding its cheek with a clawed hand.

“How dare you—”

With wide eyes, everyone watched the prism shake as “NIE!” boomed from Weichei’s lips. It’s raw, full of betrayal and grief. His chest burned hot, his freckles and eyes bright in anger. His words became sharp as the knives he carried, as poisonous as the running blood in his veins. Ruben elvish has never felt like a war cry, like a victim clawing for their last seconds to life.

Fear ran up the others’ spines, never had they wished to unsee such a sight quite like this one. The tadpoles wriggled as the tirade continued, flashes of an albino tiefling and the drow appearing in their minds. They were awfully close, so familiar with each other. Affection apparent, something ached within their chests. Anguish seared through them, and they wondered, if this was what it felt like to be loved so dearly.

The mind flayer was appalled with the display of pure unadulterated indignation, but strangely amazed as well. Never have they seen a mortal react so strongly, enough to threaten the structure of the prism. Thankfully, the drow seemed to have lost his steam pretty quickly.

He fell to his knees, no longer burning brightly. His alerted ears fell low, too low. His hands trembled, vision blurring with tears. He felt too hot, unable to think straight. With a croaking hiss and wobbly voice, he said, “How could you?” 

It felt like a cradling of a cold cheek, forehead pressed desperately against another’s. 

It felt like a choked plea that never came, a somber acceptance to pull away and move on.

Slowly, carefully, the squid floated to partial height, brow softened. Hands folding together, they replied softly, “It was necessary.” Oddly gentle as they kneeled in front of him. “Rare are those that would openly consider a partnership with a mind flayer.” There, a reach of a hand. But, realizing it was not right, it aborted the motion. “Even those who are on a path of becoming one.” A pause, considering. “It’s like I said before.” It stood to full height, raising its hand. “I’m just like you.” Glowing bright purple and with a twist of the wrist, memories were shared. A story told, explaining their piece of the puzzle. 

But, Weichei wasn’t listening, not really. He was still overheating. Cautiously, Wyll kneeled beside him, curling an arm under his. The face he was given made the warlock’s heart squeeze, so he returned it with a gentle look. With soft encouragement, they stood together, the drow stumbling a bit like a newborn lamb. Lae’zel took over being the voice of the group, allowing the poor artificer to grapple with everything. There’s so much to unpack and pack away, but right now, all he felt was how badly he needed to be away. 

He always struggled with what he felt, with the emotions lurking deep beneath the surface. They were deep in the dark, unnoticeable even to him. And when they decided to bubble up, it’s like a bulette chomping him up ravenously before realizing it was a disgusting elf. He’s left chewed up, unable to even understand what happened.

“What a grand display of manipulation!”  was what an old friend of his sisters would say. There would be pride there, impressed. There would be applause for how deep the Emperor cut through the famed T’puuli. But it was a line to be never crossed, if you didn’t want to be cruel. Everyone in the Hydra Trades knew that, but they weren’t in Fenim anymore.

No, it was fair game in Faerûn.

~~~

They refused to evolve, refused to be a step closer to becoming illithid. But, the Emperor gently does probe Weichei’s mind, if only to ask, “Please, do consider my gift.”

All Weichei wanted to do was to cocoon, hibernate. His head was still swimming as they passed through the portal, body trudging back to his bedroll. It’s a shame he didn’t have a large blanket to wrap himself in, so he did the next best thing and zipped up the bedroll close. Curling his body to become as small as possible, there’s a wish to be back home, begging to be back in the arms of his husband. At least it would be warm there as Beau stroked his hair, cradling him softly from this nightmare.

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Aljamain Sterling vs. Kevin Dantzler headlines Fury Pro Grappling 8

MMA Fighting – All PostsRead More Filed under: Photo by Paul Rutherford/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images Aljamain Sterling will compete before the year wraps up, but he’ll do so in a grappling match. Promotional officials announced on Tuesday that Sterling will face Kevin Dantzler in the main event of Fury Pro Grappling 8, which takes place Dec. 30 at the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia and will stream…

[dilf-in-peril]

It’s babygirl at the FURY Pro Grappling 6 Prelims! And he does’t have to wear a suit! And he literally doesn’t own clothing that’s not made by rootsoffight.com.

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Gillian Robertson Submits Former UFC Champion Rose Namajunas In Just 65 Seconds At Fury Pro Grappling 6

Gillian Robertson Submits Former UFC Champion Rose Namajunas In Just 65 Seconds At Fury Pro Grappling 6

In the main event of Fury Pro Grappling 6, Canadian MMA fighter ‘The Savage’ Gillian Robertson only needed 65-seconds to submit former UFC strawweight champion Rose Namajunas. See below to see the rear-nake choke submission between these two UFC fighters: Gillian Robertson taps out Rose Namajunas The Canadian-born Gillian Robertson was the favorite going in to this bout as she had a size and…

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FURY PRO GRAPPLING RETURNS

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Pat Barry (Rose Namajunas Partner) is set to return against Jonathan Pellet at FURY Pro Grappling 6. Rose Namajunas is set to face Gillian Robertson and I can’t wait for this! Credit: BJ Penn.com https://www.bjpenn.com/mma-news/ufc/pat-barry-set-to-return-for-the-first-time-in-eight-years/ #ufc #furygrappling6 #mma #rosenamajunas #patbarry #gillianrobertson #combatsports https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxB7QtuJ5w/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heelhausen]

Watchin fury pro 8 I’ll let y’all know how the grapple boys go

[kiridarling]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.

katsuki bakugou | competitive sex + f!reader + pro hero!kats + hickeys + hair-pulling + ripping clothes + a surprise guest + more! minors dni.

— 1.8k words

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be little late."

“Katsuki. Hands off.”

The ash-blond sighs, grumbling like the petulant child he is before forcing his hands to his sides. Glaring at you through the mirror, he grunts, “Fuckin’ why.”

"Because I'm trying to get ready and you're in the way." You swat his hands away and reach for a brush, rolling your eyes when he ignores everything you just said in favor of hooking his chin around your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You shrug him off, "Now move."

In your defense, you've been pushed to your limit.

You two are already late enough for the Gala as it is, you know, the one that's exclusively for pro heroes. And yet, for some reason, today's the day your boyfriend's brain seems to be in his dick.

Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck, hard enough to make you whimper before you rip his head away by the strands of his hair. He growls in frustration, the grip on your waist ever-tightening.

"Y'know...if people saw the type of shit you pull in private, they'd think you were the aggressive one."

"You let me get away with it," you respond absentmindedly, leaning towards the mirror until the cool from the counter presses into your gut. Mistake.

"Right. I've been too fuckin' soft, huh?" Katsuki says more to himself than to you before he's forcing you over the sink with a heavy hand on your back; the metal from the faucet knocks you in the collarbone. "That shit changes today."

"I—Kats, we don't have ti—" but the indisputable sound of ripping cloth bounces off your bathroom walls, and the addition of cool air brushing your inner thighs implies precisely what you hope he didn't just do.

His phone clatters on the counter before he's nudging your legs wider, nestling between them, and settling on his knees.

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be late."

"Katsuki Bakugou, did you just rip my fucking stockings?" You howl, grip tightening around the marble countertop in fury. Katsuki growls, delivering a heavy slap to your ass.

"I said fuckin' text him."

Your chest rises and falls with indignance, and yet you're punching in the code to his phone anyway, telling Izuku to reserve two spots at the table next to him because you two won't be able to do it yourselves.

"D'ya send it?" Katsuki asks, having a blast as he kneads your exposed ass to the point where it's sore. You nod, dropping the six-by-four box onto the countertop in resignation, and the ash-blond's chest rumbles at that, hand disappearing only to crack back down twice as hard. "Good girl."

Pushing your panties to the side, Katsuki wastes no time in sliding in his finger to the first knuckle, grinning when you shudder against him. You squeal as his teeth graze your inner thigh, and he hikes your knee onto the couch, dismissing how much you complain about the burn.

"What? Can't get a better view?" He growls, cheeky bastard, before he's sucking a hickey into your thigh because he knows you like it and pushing his finger in the rest of the way. You narrow your eyes, glaring at the small sliver of his smug face you can actually see in the mirror—and he's quickly filling you with a second finger, chuckling at your moan.

"You shouldn't have a view in the first place," you grumble, insistent on standing your ground. "You should be viewing the road because we're supposed to be driving right now."

"That's a real fuckin' pity then," Katsuki responds apathetically, lips pink as he moves to suck another hickey—closer to the apex of your thighs this time. You whimper as he scissors his fingers and passes a messy thumb over your clit, hips burning from holding this position for so long. With a final lick, Katsuki pulls away from his third or fourth mark (you're not too sure) and smacks his lips. "On the sink."

"On the c—Katsuki we have to g—wah!"

Katsuki takes it upon himself to hook his arms under your thighs and hoist you onto the cool thing, sending all miscellaneous bathroom items flying. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're probably not going to make it out of the house tonight as your back kisses the freezing glass, and Katsuki pushes your knees as far back as they'll go.

He curls a lip, and then he spits, getting saliva all over your pussy and thighs, and it's wholly and utterly lewd. And yet, you bite your lip at the feeling, and he grins, knowing you like it just as much as you'll say you hate it.

"You're a fuckin' dirty girl, y'know that?" Katsuki's eyes go dark. You huff, threading a hand through his ash-blond locks to tug—and you're the one grinning when he moans.

"I'm not the one who's making us skip a mandatory gala to get his dick wet," you quip with a raised eyebrow, and your hand never leaves his hair. "Am I?"

Katsuki growls with a curled lip, but you know better, and so does the clammy grip on your thigh. You tug on his hair again, and suddenly you're full of him, yelping in surprise as your arms scramble for his back for better purchase instead.

"What was that?" He asks breathily, hiding a groan behind a bitten lip. You're just thankful he's giving you time to adjust, or so you think, until he almost pulls out entirely before his hips snap forwards as hard as they can, knocking your spine into the mirror and a bottle of lotion onto the floor.

You moan, hands searching for his hair again because you know it's one of the only things that will provide a one-up—Katsuki bares his teeth at that, bending over to suck a mark into your neck and his hips continue to fuck you into tomorrow.

"You fit like a goddamn glove," Katsuki wheezes, the grip he has around your stocking-covered thigh edging on bruising. "So tight around me—fuck—"

"K-Kats—" you grapple for his dress shirt so hard it tears, causing you to crash against the counter and make more of a mess that's already been made. The ash-blond's hips don't do anything but speed up though, filling you to the point where a deep breath feels like too much.

"Fuck baby, you're so goddamn needy," Katsuki grabs your attention by your jaw with a gritty chuckle, "But this shit's only for me, ain't it? 'Cause you're fuckin' mine."

You whimper with a nod, nails latching onto hot and sticky skin now. Katsuki hisses as they rake down his back, but that only makes you want to dig in harder.

"Fuckin' say it—tell me you're mine and no one else's," he challenges with a glint in his carmine red eyes, and something in your gut churns underneath it. Something painfully primal and raw, which has you howling out:

"'M yours, only yours!"

You jolt when his thumb returns to your clit and refuses to let up. Katsuki growls at that, somehow finding the stamina to speed up—and gripping your shoulder for leverage. You moan, eyes fluttering as his cock reaches the deepest it has tonight, and you’re sure Katsuki can tell as well if his curse is anything to go by.

Ring, ring! Ring ring!

Surprisingly, Katsuki's phone survived the purge and still sits on the counter, albeit teetering on the edge of absolute destruction. The ash-blond catches it before it falls and has the nerve to swipe right, not allowing you to fit in an objection or any say in this at all.

"The fuck do you want, Deku?" He grunts, putting the phone on speaker before he sets it back down. You eep in protest, but all he does is mouth the words quiet, baby. So you're huff, biting onto the meat of your palm for extra precaution.

"Um, Kacchan? Where are you guys?" The greenette's voice echoes off the bathroom walls to the point where it's nearly comical how clueless he is, and yet Katsuki refuses to slow down. "People are starting to ask when you're getting here..."

"Not fuckin' goin'," Katsuki's sweat drips from his brow onto your chest, and all of a sudden, you're aware of how painfully close you are, but hold back in fear of making too much noise. Izuku sighs through the phone, and you can feel his disappointment from here.

"I—Kacchan, you can't just opt out of these things, you know," Izuku says, echoing your words from earlier. "Mandatory means you have to attend."

"Yeah, well, I got better shit to do, Deku," the ash-blond spits, though he's grinning like the devil because the asshole knows you're close, he can just tell at this point, and you hate how well he knows your body.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Kacchan!" The pro-hero shrills, voice peaking out of pure frustration. "This is mandatory. As in, M-A-N-D-A-T—"

Katsuki hangs up.

"Why is everyone so goddamn mouthy these days?" He grunts, primarily to himself, and somehow you have the will to giggle. Katsuki's eyebrows furrow as you tighten around him, spurred when the head of his cock nudges the perfect spot, and his nails start to tear into what's left of your stockings as he shudders, "I—fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

"What? Being on the phone with Izuku got you all riled up or something?" You jest breathily, and Katsuki growls, slapping your outer thigh.

"Don't fuckin' bring the nerd up right now," he wheezes, and you resist the urge to quip back—mainly because you're close yourself. You reach to pull Katsuki's hair again and his hips stutter, eyes fluttering with a breathy moan as he finally fills you up, keening over to dig his teeth into your neck. And his orgasm is only the catalyst for your own, thumping your hands against his chest as your body ignites like a live wire, toes curling and eyes screwed shut.

Katsuki stays seated in you as he catches his breath, head resting on the cool mirror with his ash-blond hair mattes brown to his forehead. He's always uncharacteristically soft while basking in his afterglow, face and chest flushed bright red from exertion as his eyes soften in a way he rarely lets them.

"You good?" He pants, chest still heaving as he blinks down at your exhausted figure. Somehow, you find the energy to nod.

"I don't feel like leaving anymore, though," you declare towards the ceiling. Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"Was hopin' you'd say that," he says gruffly—you narrow your eyes but bite your tongue. "Wanna watch a movie?"

A movie doesn't sound...bad.

You sigh in defeat (again), though jolting when Katsuki's phone rings. He quickly presses red, and 9 missed calls from shitty fucking deku is the first notification on his home screen. You two share a look—the ash-blond shrugs.

"What? I told the fucker I had better shit to do."

wrote this for a friends bday and i was like,,,i guess i could put it here too...