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EPISODE 2: CHOCOLATE GONE WRONG

neuvillette x f!reader

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DETAILS: Neuvillette finds himself itching to break the sacred rule of No Nut November after naïvely indulging in aphrodisiac-laced chocolates gifted by Sigewinne—a popular craze among young Fontanian adults.

DURATION: 5.3k

CONTENT ADVISORY: explicit smut, mdni, porn without plot, p in v, creampie, neuvi has two cocks + emphasis on his draconic features, use of aphrodisiacs (neuvillette), neuvi uses his cane as a makeshift leg spreader bar, pet names (ma/mon chérie, ma belle, (my) love), not beta read

DIRECTOR’S NOTES: divider: cafekitsune. round 2! also i’m not quite sure i will get the next two fics out in time (or if i’m getting them out at all) but i will try my best T_T. your lil moon is having a rough patch rn so yeah but nonetheless enjoy!

For Neuvillette, the month of November was nothing significant to say the least—his job continued, overseeing trials, sorting out documents, meeting with important people, and more workload now that Lady Furina had stepped down from archon hood; so, when you had come into his office one day, talking about how a certain trend spread like fire across Teyvat, Neuvillette was rather intrigued.

It had a weird name—No Nut November—and couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea based on the name alone. He remembered how you explained to him Fontanians, and people of other nations were to engage in No Nut November which was to participate in sexual abstinence.

Naturally, the idea was all bizarre to him—not because he thought he couldn’t do it but more so the fact that it was natural for humans to engage in intercourse, same goes for his kind as well. Neuvillette couldn’t see the significance of such a trend, and why humans were participating but who was he to deny your proposal of a challenge? After all, there was no harm involved, he figured it would help him understand human customs a little better despite the it’s strangeness in nature.

Situated behind his desk, Neuvillette let out a deep sigh, letting the papers in his hand fall onto the wooden desk beneath before rubbing his temples.

“Stressed, Monsieur?” A familiar, teasing voice sliced through the suffocating silence of the Iudex’s office. Neuvillette looked up from his desk, greeted by a friendly figure. The former was too focused on the case materials before him that he hadn’t realised the presence of another, “Wriothesley. I’m rather surprised to see you.”

The raven-haired male was clad in his usual attire, heavy obsidian boots sounding with each step taken against the carpeted floors.

“Ah, you’re not the only one.” Wriothesley chuckled, recalling his encounter with Sedene just mere seconds ago, who looked like she had just seen a ghost. Before Neuvillette could inquire about the sudden visit, the former beat him to it,

“Don’t worry, I won’t take up much of your time. I’m here because Sigewinne had given me an errand to run. She got these for you.” Taking a couple steps closer to Neuvillette’s desk, Wriothesley placed a small box atop the case papers. Carefully wrapped in an ivory satin ribbon, the azure container was adorned with intricate designs in gold that shone beneath the afternoon sun, neatly decorated chocolates peeked from the plastic window of the lid.

The Chief Justice subtly raised his brows in amusement, he wasn’t one to indulge in chocolate nor was he a sweet tooth but nonetheless, he appreciated Sigewinne’s thoughtful gesture.

“That is very kind, please thank her for me.”

Watching the way Neuvillette’s expression morphed into a naïve smile, Wriothesley crossed his arms over his chest, “Say, Monsieur, have you heard of the craze among young Fontanian adults right now?” He most likely already knew the Iudex’s answer to the question but what was life without a little teasing?

With how the popular sweet has been making rounds across Fontaine, it would be near impossible for anyone to be clueless about it but at the end of the day, Neuvillette was Neuvillette, probably the busiest man in all of Fontaine which is why Sigewinne had to intervene with the chocolates. The head nurse didn’t have to physically see the Iudex to tell how much he’s been overworking himself nor was a simple order from her was going to stop him.

So, what better way to disguise a remedy with something simple? Basically akin to administering medication to a pet concealed as a tasty treat

Sexual intercourse was the fastest—and best—way to relieve him of his stress. Sigewinne hoped for the Iudex to pardon her complete brazenness but he was as stubborn as a rock, and took her orders about resting rather lightly.

Naturally, Neuvillette shook his head with a light chuckle, a tinge of interest seeping its way into his skin, “I believe I’ve heard her talk about it but the details must have slipped my mind.” A subtle blush blanketed the Chief Justice’s pale cheeks at the mention of his lover, you. Wriothesley’s lips stretched into a teasing smile—one which the former paid no attention to.

“Well, would you ever try an aphrodisiac?” At Neuvillette’s baffled expression, the younger male bit the inside of his cheeks, biting back a hearty laugh.

“An aphrodisiac, you say? Substances that—” “That increases one’s libido, yes.” Wriothesley cut him off, tease practically dripping from his tone. Neuvillette was a man capable of many things, an esteemed individual once he’s in court but when it came to much simpler matters, the Chief Justice was nothing but clueless, especially regarding human customs that are a bit harder to wrap one’s head around.

“I’m afraid I have no such time for trivial things.”

The Iudex shook his head once more, this time dismissively waving a gloved hand at his friend. He cleared his throat, the blush on his cheeks deepening into a crimson hue—Neuvillette wasn’t going to say it out loud, especially not in front of Wriothesley but he deemed himself more than capable of maintaining his sexual desires and performances, you were enough proof.

Wriothesley left it at that, his friend may just end up as red as a tomato if he prodded around the topic any further. Needless to say, amusement filled him to the brim, “Alright. It was nice chatting with you Monsieur. I believe Sigewinne also left a small note there—”

The latter looked down at the box. Indeed, there was a small piece of paper neatly folded and tucked beneath the ivory ribbon.

“—do heed her letter.” With that, Wriothesley dipped his chin, sauntering over to the double doors.

Reaching for the handle, the Duke stopped in his tracks, he looked over his shoulder, icy cerulean gaze full of mischief, “Oh, and I hope you two enjoy—the chocolates, I mean.” With that, he left the office, leaving Neuvillette to his thoughts.

The day went by rather quickly, the azure skies turning into golden hues of oranges and yellows as the sun bid farewell to its people, disappearing below the horizon. The chocolates from Sigewinne remained untouched on the corner of Neuvillette’s desk, it watched as stars decorated the night sky; though, as the Chief Justice retired for the evening, he grabbed the box of sweets before heading out.

Neuvillette figured he’d share them with you at home.

Greeted with silent darkness, he was suddenly reminded of your words this morning at breakfast: ‘Oh, I have work dinner later, my love; so, I won’t be eating here. We’re celebrating a company milestone.’ Conveniently enough, Neuvillette had already eaten at his office before leaving so he won’t have the pleasure of sitting across an empty seat at the dining table.

Getting ready for the chilly night ahead, Neuvillette changed into his evening attire after taking a warm bath, he donned silken azure pyjamas paired with a fluffy ivory robe. His silver strands cascaded down the length of his spine, the cerulean bow, and golden hair clips he usually wore were neatly tucked away inside his jewellery box.

Situated on the love seat, Neuvillette casually flipped through case documents inside a brown paper folder. The fireplace across him was ablazed with hues of oranges and reds, casting a citrine glow upon the dimly lit living room. As flames danced atop dry wood, the dulcet sound of classical music poured from the record player, filling the space with its tunes.

After minutes of skimming and scanning the documents, he reached for the box of sweets next to his lap, taking time to read Sigewinne’s carefully written note:

Monsieur Neuvillette, I’ve acquired these sweets for you, and her! I figured these would help you loosen up a little so please do not shy away from consuming as much as you want. Make sure to share them with her as well. Enjoy!

Love, Sigewinne

A warm smile spread across Neuvillette’s face, and despite his better judgement of waiting for you to come home and indulge in the taste of chocolate together, he figured one piece wouldn’t hurt to try alone, right?

With the moon high up in the obsidian night sky, you walked down the cobblestone footpath that led closer to yours and Neuvillette’s shared space, the evening breeze gently caressing the apple of your cheeks. Work dinner had just concluded at Hotel Debord which housed a lovely singer who put on a dazzling performance.

By now, the streets of the Court of Fontaine were more deserted as people retired to their homes for the night, shop owners here and there packed away their respective signage, their stores devoid of any customers.

With each step leading closer to home, you soon found yourself in front of your home, keys jingling between your fingers as you unlocked the front door. From the entrance hallway, warm hues greeted you like an embrace, hinting at the ablazed fireplace in the living room.

“My love? I’m home.” You called out to Neuvillette while skilfully removing your shoes, and neatly placed them beside his own.

Met with silence, you figured he either must be occupied with something or must have fallen asleep while waiting for your return. You sauntered over to the end of the entrance hallway, making your way to the living room, and as you got closer, melodic sounds engulfed your senses—you recognized it, Neuvillette’s favourite classical music.

Turning the corner, you were greeted with a rather interesting sight, a wave of concern washing over you, “Neuvi—Are you okay?”

Seated on the love seat was Neuvillette, his left elbow propped on its arm rest, face hiding behind his hand. A deep crimson blush painted his handsome face, intensified by the reds and oranges that the fireplace emitted. He sat there looking flustered, chest heaving up and down as he took heavy breaths. Drinking in the view, you noticed documents sprawled across the empty space next to him but what really caught your eye was the intricately designed box resting on his right thigh.

The box had its lid intact yet the loose ivory ribbon draped over his thigh hinted he had previously opened it. Upon closer inspection, you realised it's familiar packaging, a co-worker had shown it to you the other day, telling you how her and her boyfriend have been dying to try the popular chocolates—chocolates laced with a potent aphrodisiac.

Your gaze made its way back to Neuvillette—who was still breathing heavily on the love seat—now noticing the prominent tent beneath his silken pants, the azure fabric was flimsy and delicate which left little to your imagination. Pushing away the impure thoughts that snaked its way into your mind, you kneeled before your lover with a concerned expression,

“My love, who gave these to you?”

Knowing Neuvillette, he most likely consumed the chocolates without knowing its true contents simply because he wasn’t aware of the trivial things that humans indulged themselves in.

He let out a pained groan, shaky and vulnerable as he shifted in his seat, “Forgive me, ma chérie. This is improper of me.” With trembling hands, Neuvillette covered his throbbing groin, completely embarrassed that you had to see him in such a state. Truth be told, he didn’t know what came over him—a chocolate or two was all he had, and the next thing he knew, his skin burned like a thousand suns as blood rushed down, down, down to his cock.

The very core of Neuvillette’s body churned with desire—carnal desire—and as each second passed, each tick of the ivory wall clock, the uncomfortable yearn between his legs grew. A light sheen of sweat coated his feverish forehead, as though he was experiencing a fever, and whatever this was, it heightened all five of his senses.

From your voice sounding like it dripped with pure honey, all the way to the saccharine scent of your body, Neuvillette was driven mad with lust. It didn’t help how you kneeled before him, and gently caressed his thigh, a poor attempt of comfort because it brought nothing but waves of icy shudders down the length of his spine. Sensitive. His body was completely sensitive to any external stimuli, and if you rubbed his leg any further, he might just come undone.

An embarrassing thought.

Neuvillette was pathetically needy. How preposterous, the high esteemed Iudex of Fontaine reduced to nothing but a lust-driven man eager to shove his aching cock deep in your velvety walls. The subtle buck of his hips against the thick air; the way he swallowed breathless whimpers at your touch; the violent throbbing between his legs, he was beyond irredeemable.

With another grunt, Neuvillette panted out, “Sigewinne gifted them. Wriothesley had delivered it to my office this afternoon.”

Truth be told, you weren’t surprised. At all.

Standing up from your spot, you walked over to the wall phone. You tried your best to ignore the dainty whimper that fell from Neuvillette’s lips as your warm touch left his thigh, you also tried to ignore how his body involuntarily sought you out—trembling hands reaching to chase your gentle hold.

With glassy eyes, Neuvillette watched as you deftly dialled on the phone, he couldn’t help but trace your breathtaking figure, from the square of your shoulders all the way to the curves and dips of your legs. Oh, the things he’d do to spread them open, and inhale your sweet essence like a mad man. Neuvillette could practically taste your honey on his tongue, its velvety texture sliding down his throat.

Another groan escaped your lover at the thought of eating you out, his cock rubbed against the fabric of his underwear as it shamelessly twitched beneath his pants.

“Ah, I didn’t think you’d be calling given the . . . circumstances.” Of course Wriothesley knew. Pure tease dripped from his honeyed voice, most likely paired with a smug smile, and an icy, taunting gaze.

“Why would you give him that?!”

A chuckle from the other end of the line, “First of all, I just delivered the present. Our head nurse here bought it. She’s helping Monsieur Neuvillette out.”

You huffed, trying to make sense of Sigewinne’s motives, “By what? Feeding him chocolates with a potent substance?” You’ve always adored how Sigewinne cared for her loved ones, especially Neuvillette—whatever one’s deal was, she was always willing to help out in her own unique way. But this . . giving him such a substance without any warning felt like foul play, and not only was Neuvillette receiving the short end of the stick, you were as well.

You weren’t naïve, aphrodisiacs only wore off after one has reached their satisfaction through sexual means, like quenching one’s thirst.

“You’re making it sound like we gave him drugs.” “It is drugs, Wriothesley!”

Before you could say anything else, gentle, yearning arms wrapped around your front, caressing your stomach which ultimately caught you off guard. Neuvillette. Nuzzling into the junction of your neck just beneath the telephone against your ear, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive spot, soft smacks of his lips loud enough for Wriothesley to pick up.

You bit back a moan, free hand coming up to rest on the wall to support your weight. Neuvillette’s kisses had your legs trembling, it left prominent goosebumps in its wake as he trailed further down to your shoulder blades.

“Hm. Looks like it's time for me to go. Pass on my best wishes to Monsieur Neuvillette.” And with that, he hung up the phone.

“My apologies, ma chérie. I just—I need you.” Neuvillette sighed, hot breath ghosting over your bare skin, akin to a gentle caress coaxing you into the borders of lust, like a lone finger protruding from the darkness, beckoning you to its endless, sinful void.

“Love—mhm!” You let out a yelp, his hands finding comfort on the curve of your hips, keeping them still as he slotted his clothed cock between your ass. Neuvillette grinded into you, unshameful and devoid of any decorum. Placing the telephone back on the wall, your nails dug into the hearts of your palms, just the feel of his hard cock had you embarrassingly wet already.

Neuvillette was different from this, despite his sexual urges, he was never forward with you, he took his time—sensual and sincere, treating you like the finest piece of gold to ever exist. But saying you weren’t enjoying his brazenness would be a complete lie. Seeing a different side to your lover put you in a rather sensitive state, almost like a virgin bedded for the first time.

Something primal had awoken deep inside his core, and the only way to handle it was to satiate his carnal thirst.

Nonetheless, you tried to get your point across, “Neuvi . . What you’re experiencing is the effect of an aphrodisiac from those chocolates Sigewinne gave you.”

Your words fell deaf on his pointed ears, instead, Neuvillette mumbled some of his own, “I’m sorry . . Ma belle, I promised you about that challenge but it seems I cannot fight my urges any longer.” Another shaky sigh left his rosy lips.

Challenge? Oh.

Oh.

Even in his lust-driven state, Neuvillette was still thinking about the No Nut November challenge you had proposed earlier this month.

“I’m a man of my word but I need you, my love. Let me break the rules just this once, please?” Pure desperation coated every word that came out of his mouth. It was thick like honey, and melted on your skin like snow. God, at this point the stupid challenge wasn’t even on your mind anymore, not when he desperately humped your ass like an animal in heat—quick, little ruts of his hips that soothed the ache a bit better.

Who were you to deny your lover?

The transition from the living room to the shared bedroom was a blur—everything was hasty; desperate hands exploring each other’s bodies; lips sealed together in a rough, passionate kiss; a trail of clothes messily discarded on the floor leading up to the room. Everything Neuvillette did had you on your toes, completely breathless while trying to mirror his hurried actions.

Normally, Neuvillette would bask in your serene glory, peeling clothes off from your body layer by layer, and decorating your exposed skin with butterfly kisses. He’d gently stroke your hair, slender fingers weaving through the strands as he takes in your bare beauty.

Now, his tongue swiftly explored your mouth—lengthy and thick—something he has never done before. It dizzied you.

You landed on the foot of the plush mattress with a soft gasp as Neuvillette pulled away. Breathless and flustered, you stared up at him through your lashes, soft pants escaping your kissed lips. The sight before him made his cock twitch. How your hair was splayed around your head, mimicking a soft halo, a divine being greater than he.

Neuvillette discarded the last two pieces of clothing—pants and underwear—in one fell swoop, and what came into view undoubtedly had you clenching around nothing. Standing proud and heavy at the base of his abdomen were his cocks, both painted in a deep vermillion hue, and generously leaking pre-cum. The sticky pearlescent substance coated his bulbous tips, it glistened beneath the moonlight, beckoning you to wrap your lips around them, and have a feast.

This wasn’t the first time you saw Neuvillette naked nor were you not aware of his kind but it always brought you shock every time, not to mention the faint cerulean scales the underside of his cocks boasted, it was also his sensitive spot.

Stepping out from the puddle of fabric around his ankles, Neuvillette did the same to your undergarments, mindlessly tossing them elsewhere in the room. A low growl sounded from his chest as he pried your legs apart, his deft hands guided them to bend at the knees while resting the soles of your feet on the edge of the mattress, putting your glistening cunt on full display.

In less than a heartbeat, Neuvillette was on his knees, his eager tongue lapping along the length of your slit, your arousal pooled at the tip of his tongue like sinful honey, the divine taste of your cunt prompting another shameless growl from your lover. He repeated the movement a couple of times, each lick reaching closer and closer to your sensitive clit, and when he finally reached it with his hardened tongue, you let out a surprised gasp.

“Neuvillette!”

Shocks of electrifying pleasure kissed its way up your spine as Neuvillette tongued at your swollen bud—tight, fast circles, up and down, side to side, he toyed with you like it was the only thing he knew how to do. Your hands immediately flew to his ivory tresses due to his ministrations, it was almost like playing a game of tug of war, indecisively pushing and pulling his, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted him to stop and slow down.

Lewd, wet smacks of Neuvillette’s tongue mixed with his low growls filled the room, allowing you to bask in the sounds of pleasure your lover unabashedly made. Almost akin to a vicious beast swallowing down its prey.

As your back arched off the mattress, and the grip on Neuvillette’s hair tightening, he pulled away, earning a rather disappointed whine to fall from your lips. Sweet arousal abundantly coated his lips and chin, bringing warmth to your cheeks. No one in the room dared to say it but this was the first time your cunt got embarrassingly wet, not that Neuvillette was inadequate in bed per se but you were wetter than usual, and you were confident that he had also noticed.

The glow of his lilac eyes and cerulean feelers were proof enough.

Standing up to his feet, Neuvillette languidly stroked the cock that sat beneath the other one, an immodest gaze raking over your sopping cunt, and how it shamelessly dripped with sticky arousal enough to soil the ivory sheets beneath.

“Are you ready, ma chérie?” Neuvillette’s lilac stare captured you in a haze, absentmindedly nodding at his words as though you were rendered speechless.

He slowly rubbed the tip of his bottom cock before pushing it past your soaked folds, it eagerly swallowed him in—a loud, shameless squelch filling your ears as he stretched you open further. Your toes curled at the sensation, hips immediately bucking into him as you moaned his name. The stretch was a pleasurable burn, one that had you rolling your eyes back, and digging your nails onto the sheets a little harder. Neuvillette was able to easily slip into you, courtesy of the plentiful slick that coated your velvety walls.

Neuvillette stilled as he bottomed out, quick, short pants falling from his rosy lips. God, you always took him so, so well, he could never get enough of the feeling of warmth wrapped around his cock. You took this time to get used to the stretch, your muscles relaxing to lessen the resistance he felt. Neuvillette filled you up so well you could almost feel him in your stomach—a thought that had you clenching around him.

One, two, three seconds later, Neuvillette slowly pulled back, letting out a shaky breath at the pleasurable sensation. And with only his cock head inside you, he took no time to slam all the way inside. You moaned, hands flying to his bare shoulders, immediately marking his pale skin with crimson stripes. Neuvillette unabashedly keened at the clench of your cunt around him, knees buckling as you gripped his cock like a vice, making it harder for him to move in and out.

“Haah! Mhm! Neuvi—right there, my love!” Colourful moans and whimpers urged Neuvillette on, dragging him further and further to the state of insanity. “You feel divine, ma belle . .” The words came out as a choked sob—pathetic and dainty. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead paired with a deep crimson blush that painted his cheeks, if anything, Neuvillette looked absolutely ethereal in this state despite how out of it the aphrodisiacs made him.

Not only were his cocks extra sensitive to touch but he could also perfectly smell the scent of your sex that lingered in the air. That sweet, sinful aroma he knew oh so well.

It made his head spin.

He tried holding back, he really did but your dulcet moans stroked his growing ego, and the feel of your sopping cunt deliciously sliding against him, the last thread of sanity that held him snapped.

Violently.

As if he saw nothing but bright hues of ruby, Neuvillette picked up his pace, long thrusts quickly turning into short ones as he mercilessly pistoned his hips over and over again, allowing his cock head to reach your sweet spot. Your fingers raked down the length of his spine—leaving violent ribbons of red in its wake—stopping right at the dimples of his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks as you dug onto the pale skin there. Neuvillette wasn’t the only one on the brink of insanity with how the underside of his other cock furiously rubbed at your swollen clit with each thrust, it rested at the hood of your cunt, thick and heavy.

“S-so good! It feels so good—ngh!” The thrust of his hips felt amazing, too amazing to the point where your body started to reject them. Your body entered fight or flight mode, parted knees instinctively closing together which only allowed an inconvenient amount of room for Neuvillette to move with.

Upon noticing the change, he slowed down, sweaty palms resting on either knee, “My love—haah . . Open up for me, would you?” Winded and weak, Neuvillette attempted to pry your knees apart to no avail considering his mushy state.

“Too much, mon chérie . . I—I can’t.” Neuvillette shook his head at your words before pulling out, leaving you confused and empty. From the mattress, you watched as he sauntered over to his side of the bed, grabbing a lengthy, obsidian object that rested against his nightstand. Before a question could even formulate in your mind, he returned to his spot in the blink of an eye; though, this time, with something in his hand.

A cane—his cane. The same one he used during court proceedings, in that context, it was deemed a sacred symbolism of his authority as the Iudex of Fontaine.

To use it in such a setting would be borderline blasphemy.

Hovering over your trembling body, Neuvillette placed chaste kisses on each knee, “Do you trust me, my dear?” Was that even a question? Of course you did. He wouldn’t harm you and you believed that completely.

With a soft touch, Neuvillette was able to easily pry your knees apart, the scent of your cunt once again filling his senses. He wordlessly slotted the obsidian cane beneath your knees, its surface cool against your feverish skin, you shuddered at the contrast in temperature. Neuvillette pushed down on the shaft of the cane, bringing your knees closer to your chest—you also noticed how it kept your legs still, meaning you had no option to close them.

You whimpered at the slight burn the position invited, especially with the cane pressing down on your soft skin. And once again, Neuvillette sheathed his cock inside your cunt before setting the same merciless pace. Only this time, you wouldn’t be able to deny him.

“Neuvi! Neuvi! Neuvi—aah! Fuck—mhm!” You held on to the ivory sheets above your head for your dear life as Neuvillette roughly pistoned his hips. With each relentless thrust given, your body jolted further up the mattress, breasts bouncing in full display for your lover to drink in. Oh, how he adored the way your naked body moved and reacted to him, so plush and pliant.

Sharp hisses from the bed frame interlaced with the pornographic sounds of your moans, creating a lewd melody for the moon to witness, a sinful song only for the darkness of the night to hear—full of heat and passion.

“Does—ngh! Does it feel good, my love? Will you give in to the—haah! To the pleasure I’m giving you?” Neuvillette curled over himself, tresses of ivory cascading down to cage your face as he leaned closer to you. Despite the blur of your vision, you noticed the faint azure scales that decorated the side of his neck along with his pupils becoming more animalistic.

Neuvillette’s draconic features only ever made itself known during his heat; so, this came as a genuine surprise to you. Not that you were really complaining.

His hand remained on his cane while the other found comfort on your hip, subtly guiding your body onto him to meet each thrust. Neuvillette met your gaze through a glossy stare, you watched as beads of crystalline-like tears formed on the corners of his eyes, eventually rolling down his reddened cheeks. The sight before you was beyond divine, it wasn’t every day one would see the Chief Justice in such a poor state, his usual expressionless face painted with a colourful expression.

One that unmistakably screamed how lost he was in pleasure: rosy lips parted to let out soft whimpers, brows tightly knitted together, creating a deep crease between his brows.

“Are you close ma chérie? Mhm—aah! Come with me?” Neuvillette breathed out. It took all of his will power to hold himself up, and keep his hips moving due to immense pleasure weighing on his body like a great burden. The feeling had him trembling to his very bones, like a yellow autumn leaf braving the evening winds, and no matter how much his brain screamed at him to stop, he didn’t.

The pleasure would be too great of a loss if Neuvillette stopped now; so, he kept going—pounding, rutting, and grinding into you as he chased both your impending orgasms.

You nodded vigorously, throat too dry from all that panting to choke out any coherent words. The burn of the position you maintained mixed with Neuvillette’s cocks stimulating your cunt sent you into a painful yet pleasurable overdrive.

Without a second thought, you hastily placed your hands between your bodies, blindly seeking out Neuvillette’s other cock, and wrapping your fingers around it. To the best of your ability, you vigorously pumped his shaft, matching your strokes with his thrusts.

Neuvillette shuddered, releasing a loud moan into the damp air. After a few more quick thrusts, he stilled deep inside you, sealing his lips with yours as you both reached your climax, eagerly swallowing one another’s lewd moans. Your back arched off the mattress, toes curling, and fingers digging into Neuvillette’s skin as you violently came, the feel of his thick, hot cum painting your plush walls white had your hips bucking into him, begging for more.

Embarrassingly enough, Neuvillette came a lot. Not only inside you—to the point where it spilled out of your cunt and onto the sheets below—but also on you. The cock you’ve been stroking spurted thick ribbons of cum on your abdomen, abundantly covering your skin in his essence. He looked at the filthy art that decorated your skin, colourful curses enough to make Fontainians gasp in shock filled his mind.

How beautiful you were marked by him.

“Did I hurt you in any way?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. Neuvillette made sure to quickly remove his cane from under your knees, placing it flat on the floor before tending to you. He kissed your sweaty forehead, and pulled your bodies up the mattress with your head atop the fluffy pillows.

“Not at all but I have to say, I was reaaally looking forward to completing the challenge, mon chérie.” You joked, letting out a breathless laugh.

Neuvillette blushed, suddenly remembering how he readily accepted the proposal of your challenge . . What was it again? No Nut November?

“Another year is to be expected, I am determined we will overcome the challenge.” And you were looking forward to that. Very much so. You just hoped he wouldn’t consume another aphrodisiac-laced sweet in the coming year so the both of you could actually complete the challenge.

Well, at least you concluded that Neuvillette and aphrodisiacs weren’t such a bad match, right?

Looks like you had a certain head nurse to thank. —

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yandere-daydreams · 5 months ago

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Title: Honeysuckle.

Pairing: Butterfly!Fae!OC x Reader.

Word Count: 4.2k.

Written For A Very Lovely Anonymous Commissioner.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Aphrodisiacs, Dehumanization, Unhealthy Relationships, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, and Borderline Monster-Fucking.

The moment you saw her, you knew that she had to be the most beautiful creature that you would ever see.

Her wings were what struck you first – about ten feet tall and five across, the upper arch curved downward to better complement the large, black splotches currently prying into you through the shadows of the unlit garden. Swirling patterns of orange and red danced across a rich, dusty sort of brown, while white framed the outer perimeter, standing out sharply against the dull foliage. Although you’d initially mistaken her for one of the large, nocturnal birds that’d taken to crashing into your sugar water dispensers in the early hours of the morning, it was clear that she was more or less a woman – her long, sculpted legs bent and tucked against her chest, the arch of her back clear even in the dim light of your lantern. What seemed like hundreds of thousands of braids cast in the same shades as her wings hung to her waist, a pair of furred antennae tangled among them, and domed eyes larger than your fist and blacker than the night sky stared you down, unblinking. It was only when your eyes met hers that you realized your own gaze must’ve been just as invasive, and found the will to turn your attention to more important things than her (admittedly, extremely strange) appearance.

Instead, you poured your energy into the only other thing you could think to do: speaking. Or, attempting to, at least. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” And then, after a sharp inhale, a steadying breath, “I—I’m staying in the cottage this garden belongs to. Are you hurt, or injured, or—god, do you even speak English?”

If she had any intention of responding, she didn’t plan to do so vocally. The creature—the woman remained where she was, utterly motionless, utterly silent. It was only when you hazarded a step towards her that she reacted at all, her wings fanning to either side as she—

Ah.

So she was hurt.

The position of her wings had hidden it before, but you could make out the cause of her distress clearly, now. From the uppermost tip of her left wing to the lowest curve stretched a jagged tear, as if someone had taken a knife to it. Instantly, a new irritation blended with your prior concern, but you forced yourself not to dwell. There were more important things to focus on, at the moment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you repeated, edging that much closer. When she curled further into herself, you paused, lowering yourself onto your knees and placing your lantern on the ground in front of you. “I understand, you’re hurt, and there’s not much I can do to help you, but—” Holding up one hand, you shoved the other into a pocket of your apron, fishing out a single, palm-sized peach. You picked it earlier, planning on eating it yourself, but you’d never been so glad to have forgotten a meal. “You… You like sweet things, right? Are you hungry?”

Tentatively, you held the peach out to her, and before you had time to process that she’d moved at all, a hand had lashed out and snatched it away. You watched with rapt interest as her lips slit apart and a pair of pointed fangs (her maxillary palps, you figured, although you couldn’t be sure) dug into the peach’s tender flesh, her curling tongue lashing out to lap at the flesh and lick up the juice dripping down her fingers. While she was distracted, you moved closer, kneeling less than a full arm’s length from her wings to better admire the way they fluttered with every little movement, seemingly indifferent to her injury. There were more details you hadn’t noticed – she wasn’t wearing any clothes, but her entire body was covered in a fine, brown setae that grew thicker around her neck and chest and thinned as it reached her face and hands. She had an extra pair of arms, too, currently crossed over her chest, tucked so neatly underneath their more expected counterparts that you hadn’t been able to see them at all from a distance. Despite everything, you found yourself smiling. “If you’re in any pain, I can help with that. And—And, if you’re sensitive to temperature, you’re more than welcome to spend the night inside, but only if you’d like—”

Your attention drifted back to her face, and immediately, you cut yourself off. Her gaze was trained not on you, but on the space behind you – more accurately, on your lantern, still where you’d left it on the grass. “Oh,” you muttered, laughing to yourself. She must’ve been more moth-like than you’d realized.

Taking it by the handle, you offered it up to her as well. “I know it’s not much, but there’s enough oil in it to last until morning. If you get cold, I can bring out some blankets, too.”

It was obvious she didn’t understand a thing you were saying, but still, she eyed the lantern wearily. After a moment, she raised the lower of her right hands, angling her fingers and flicking her wrist. As if by magic (most likely because it was, probably, by magic), a perfect ball of light appeared in her palm, stagnant for a moment before rising a few inches into the open air. Wordlessly, she held it out in your direction.

For a long moment, you were silent.

In the even longer moment following, you were also silent.

Finally, when you started to think she might lose interest in you entirely, you managed to spit something out. “C-can you do that again?”

For the first time since you’d stumbled onto her, you saw the corner of her lips quirk upward.

You spent the rest of that night watching a strange, ten-foot-tall butterfly woman conjure strings of light until the sun rose and you fell asleep in the grass.

And at the time, you didn’t know to be anything but relieved that, upon waking, she was still by your side.

She healed remarkably quickly – a near-transparent chitin film appearing over the missing portion of her skin within twenty-four hours of her initial appearance. Still, Leo (as you’d started calling her when you realized she could only express her own name through a series of swirling patterns of light and borderline inaudible clicking sounds) seemed to have little interest in leaving your cottage and even less in leaving your line of sight. It took her less than a full two days to start trailing after you as you did your daily work around your garden and the forest that surrounded it, less than a week to start knocking on your windows at night, pouting when you tried to explain the concept of sleep through a language barrier, and today, on your one month anniversary, you’d finally gotten her to come inside properly. Currently, she was poking through your bedroom while you worked at your desk, transferring a never-ending list of borderline meaningless statistics from your roughly handled field journal to more appropriate sheets and charts. Or, trying to work, anyway. Admittedly, it was difficult to take your eyes off of her.

And, as you heard something large and fragile hit the floor and shatter, you were forced to give up any pretense of attempting to. Sighing, you twisted around your seat and immediately found Leo, standing next to your bedside table, what used to be a lamp sitting in shattered pieces at her feet as she stared down at it with a hawk-like sort of vigilance. Her wings were tucked cautiously against her back, lips pursed in concentration. You could only shake your head, grinning as you sighed. She was smart, but curious, and painfully unfamiliar with anything remotely human. It was cute – just how little she seemed to know about you.

(You were aware, somewhere in the back of your mind, that your judgement around Leo was skewed. Mostly, you could chalk it up to scientific curiosity, not wanting to disturb a live specimen as it would act in its natural habitat and all, but even you knew there must’ve been something else to it, something more selfish. It might’ve just been her naivety. It was hard to get mad at someone who didn’t know she was doing anything wrong.)

Eventually, her gaze shifted to you. “Broken,” she said, assertively.

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling. She was getting better at your language, even if the words still sounded somewhat awkward on her inhuman tongue. “Very broken,” you agreed, waving her over to you. “I’ll clean it up later – have a look at this for me, first.”

Turning away from her, you fished a thick, leather-bound book out of the chaos that was your desk and opened it to a marked page. “I think you might be one of these,” you said, pointing to an illustration of a half-moth, half-man type creature. Admittedly, the written description lacked many her more other-worldly traits, but there were only so many types of butterfly people to choose from. “They’re supposed to be—uh, extra-dimensional, I think, which would explain your more supernatural abilities, but they’re kind of, um—”

“Hideous. Very hideous.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “That.”

She reached over you, one left hand resting on your shoulder while the other flipped through yellowed pages. She’d only been searching for a minute or so when she seemed to find what she was looking for, pointing decisively to an illustration of an extremely beautiful woman kneeling in front of a disemboweled man’s body, her mouth dripping with blood and one of her hands still buried inside of his torn-open chest. The caption underneath it read ‘Fae, neighbors, folk of the air’ in golden illuminated manuscript.

You pursed your lips. Fairies weren’t real, but this illustration did look a lot more like Leo than yours had.

By the time you looked towards her, she’d lost interest entirely, instead fiddling with a picture frame that’d previously been on the corner of your desk. In an instant, you felt your blood run cold. You could’ve sworn you’d hidden all your framed samples before inviting her inside, found every single pinned-up dragonfly, moth, and butterfly and stuffed them all into the deepest, darkest closet you could find. You couldn’t imagine how you would’ve felt – stumbling into an alien creature home only to find a miniature version of your own carcass nailed down behind a pane of glass. She must’ve been so afr—

The frame tilted towards you, and you managed to pull yourself out of your panicked spiral long enough to realize that she was not looking at a preserved insect, but a picture of your housecat – a cute one, too, taken while she was leashed on your patio, sunbathing on her back. You sighed, sinking into your chair and smiling up at her. “That’s Missy. I thought about bringing her, but she’d be a terror on the local wildlife.” And then, more hesitantly, “Do you have any pets?”

You couldn’t imagine Leo taking care of anything, but she seemed fond enough of birds ‘and other insects. Plus, if she did have a pet, it’d tell you something about where she came from – if she had a house, or migratory season, or there were other people with wings and antenna and a spare set of limbs lurking just outside of your peripheral. It was a good place to start, but she didn’t seem to understand the question – only pursing her lips. “…Pet?”

“Like, an animal that you take care of, that you love,” you started, gesturing vaguely, as if that’d make your point any more clear. “Most people have cats and dogs, but—”

“No cats.” Her wings fluttered, her gaze narrowing at the picture. “Big teeth. Sharp claws. Violent.”

“Got it, no cats.” You slung an arm over the back of your chair. “It’s too bad. Missy was a good girl. You two would’ve gotten along.”

She seemed to think for a long moment, considering. Finally, as one of her free hands came to rest on the top of your head, she glanced towards you. “You are… pet?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no, I’m a friend. Do you know what that is?”

If she wanted to answer, she didn’t seem to think of it as a priority. Her hand fell to your chin, another rising to cup your face entirely. Her thumbs traced over your cheeks as she smiled down at you, and with an airy laugh, you melted into her palms. “Good girl,” she cooed, her voice saccharine, her tony sappy. “Very good girl.”

It would’ve been a sweeter moment if you hadn’t heard the familiar sound of glass shattering at your feet, your picture frame dropped and discarded with just as little thought.

As far as you could tell, her wings were necessary for flight, but not actively a part of it. As the chitin film healed over entirely, the shape and color of her wings seemed to shift, taking on a luminescent green overtone, the eyes on the upper segments fading as their lower counterparts sprouted a pair of long, curling tails. Her fur and hair followed suit, and by the time she was able to get her feet off the ground, she was practically unrecognizable as the creature you’d first taken in. You were proud of her, even if you doubted she needed your support. Or, you wanted to be, at least.

Even after Leo had all-but recovered, she stayed nearby – rarely leaving your sight for longer than an hour. If you hadn’t been so curious, you might’ve been concerned. Butterflies were short-lived, migratory creatures. It wasn’t normal for them to stay in a single place for so long, not unless they were looking for a ma—

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you felt something light hit the top of your head – flower petals, you realized, as pieces of shredded coneflower and button bush trickled down into your lap. You tilted your head back, immediately finding Leo hovering about ten feet above you; tearing apart a handful of flowers petal-by-petal. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to – grinning as she motioned for you to follow her. You didn’t bother trying to resist, only pushing yourself to your feet and trailing after her.

She landed on the very outskirts of your property – where your garden met the forest proper. It took a few minutes of wading through foliage, but eventually, you managed to join her in her makeshift clearing.

The smell of iron hit you, first.

Not rot, but blood – fresh and metallic, strong enough to make you reel back. You almost stumbled, almost tripped, but a larger hand caught your wrist, trapping you where you were. You made no attempt to pull away. No, you were too focused on the—on the corpse in front of you, all blood-soaked feathers and broken bones and spilled viscera. It must’ve been a hawk, or a falcon, something with an absolutely massive wingspan and claws to match. Any other identifying features had been crushed, bent out of shape, or reduced to a fine, liquid pulp that was slowly soaking into the ground.

Your gaze flickered back to Leo, her grin just a touch more satisfied than it’d seemed, before. “Leo,” you started, forcing an unsteady smile. “I know we talked about pets, but—”

“Not a pet.” The correction was as swift as it was sugary. “A treat. A gift.”

Huh.

You didn’t remember teaching her that one.

It was more startling than you would’ve expected – waking up to the feeling of feather soft hands.

You guessed that wasn’t entirely true. They weren’t feather soft, and you should’ve known better than to say they were. Velvet would’ve been more a more accurate comparison, or satin – anything soft and rich that seemed to melt where it touched your skin. You couldn’t have been waking up, either, because that would’ve meant you were asleep, and there was no way you could’ve been asleep and staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, feeling more exhausted than you ever had before. You would’ve liked to sit up, to see what was going on, but you couldn’t seem to move.

Leo was above you, straddling your waist. In her new form, she was practically iridescent – her wings reflecting the dull moonlight as if she was the one glowing. She was summoning her lights, again – drawing strings of silver drew drops with one hang while the other shaped them absentmindedly into a ring, one large enough to fit around your thigh. Or your neck.

For whatever reason, your mind was unwilling to linger on the thought.

She lifted her head every so slightly, her inky gaze settling on you. She was already touching you, one hand cupping your cheek while another brushed through your hair, but it took you longer than it should’ve to recognize just how warm your face felt, to put a name to knotted tension resting heavy in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to push her away, but your arms felt like lead at your sides, and— oh, she was already dipping down to your height, nuzzling gently against the top of your head before her hand found your chin, raising your head as her lips found yours.

It was less of a kiss and more of a prolonged collision, her tongue slipping easily past your parted lips, raking over your own with a measured kind of slowness. Her taste was as sweet as her voice, as her touch – all honeyed nectar and syrupy ambrosia and pure, liquidized sugar. It was beyond overwhelming. It was beyond euphoric. You were melting into her before you could so much as think about stopping yourself, letting out a fractured whine as you moved her lips sloppily against hers, as the tapered tip of her tongue hit the back of your throat and—

And you drew back with a sharp gasp, shuddering as you pressed yourself into your mattress. You shouldn’t be doing this. You couldn’t do this. She wasn’t an animal but god, she wasn’t far off.

“Leo,” you managed, trying to keep your tone gentle, soothing. If she heard, you couldn’t tell – her attention only falling to the crook of your neck, then the dip of your shoulder. “I—I’m not really sure we should be doing this, and I really wish you wouldn’t touch me, and—”

“Quiet.” Just like that, your jaw went slack, that sugar sweet scent intensifying and dulling any coherent thought you might’ve had to a numb, blank static. A deep, rumbling sort of reverberation sparked in her through as she nuzzled into your chest, her body slotted against yours. While one of her hands remained on your cheek, another found the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric for a moment before moving her attention to your neckline, instead. The first tug was gentle, experimental, but her impatience must’ve won over her curiosity; the sound of tearing material filling your quiet bedroom as a single, pointed claw traced a jagged line from the base of your throat to your midriff, the ruined fabric falling away without resistance. “Useless,” she muttered, half-under her breath. “In the way.”

It was an awkward position, her back arched, her wings clasped tightly against one another, but she didn’t seem to mind – her lips trailing over your collarbone, then the curve of your breast. You shut your eyes, but it would’ve been impossible not to feel her tongue lapping shallowly over your nipple. Your hands balled around the sheets as her lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, more of whatever awful substance she produced dripping down your skin, pooling on the flat plain between your breast, spreading a terrible sort of heat to everything it touched. She rotated between sucking and laving, a hand coming up to knead at the unassulted side of your chest with just a touch too much force to be for the sake of your pleasure.

You didn’t want to feel anything. You didn’t want to react. You didn’t want to, and yet, you couldn’t seem to swallow back the low, cracked moans and hitched whimpers spilling past your lips. Leo’s purring grew louder, her spare set of hands finding your hips as they bucked pathetically against nothing. It was almost a relief when she pulled away, lifting her head. Through your eyelashes, you watched her eyes narrow, lips pursing. If you hadn’t known better, you might’ve thought she looked disappointed.

You tried to call out again, to tell her to stop, but your voice remained despondent as Leo repositioned herself, slipping into the space between your open legs. What was left of your nightgown as done away with entirely, and with a hand wrapped around either of your thighs, she bowed her head, her tongue dragging over the length of your clothed slit. Instantly, her expression brightened, and for the first time, you were forced to acknowledge the slow, viscous heat slowly leaking out from between your thighs, forced to listen as she hummed in delight and tore through your panties, the silk as easily defeated as your nightgown had been. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as her tongue dragged over your now-exposed pussy, lapping up the slick staining the inside of your thighs. Her nose ground against your overly sensitive clit as she buried herself in your cunt, less focused on your pleasure and more dedicated to eating you alive – pointed teeth scraping against tender flesh as she ran the flat of her tongue over your entrance, refusing to let a single part of you go uncared for. Because she was caring for you, like a lover, like a nurse.

Like an owner.

You dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek with enough force to draw blood. She was not a lover, or an owner, and she wasn’t taking care of you – nothing about this could be called caring. You tried to snap your thighs shut, to pull yourself up, but the blunt tip of her prolonged tongue dipped into your entrance and it was all you could do to scream – the noise tearing out of your throat as something pathetic and miserable. If Leo noticed your agony, she wasn’t in a place to care, too busy curling her tongue inside of you, grinding against the clenching walls of your cunt and abusing every spot that made you shake and moan and drip. It wasn’t hard to see what she was motivated by, what she was chasing after, but knowing why she was doing this didn’t make it any easier to endure. You’d never be able to look at her again, after this. You wouldn’t be able to let her stay with you, anymore. You’d have to make her leave.

That was, if you ever found a way to.

You managed to get an arm underneath you, but it didn’t matter. Her unoccupied pair of hands clamped down around your hips, your thighs forced onto her shoulders as she straightened her back and threatened to fold you in half, all-but devouring your cunt with a renewed gluttony. Fuck. Fuck. Her tongue was too fast, too flexible; twisting inside of you, filling you entirely. The pressure on your clit, while not deliberate, wasn’t helping, and it was only a matter of time until you could feel your legs twitching where they were propped on her shoulders, until your vocalizations turned form moans to whines to muttering – all ‘stop’ and ‘no, don’t’ and ‘not there’, hasty and incoherent and humiliating. You couldn’t stop yourself, though.

You were starting to think you’d never be able to do much of anything ever again.

She didn’t stop when you came. You doubted she even noticed; her purring only growing louder, the movement of her tongue taking on a more wild sort of pattern. No, she drew back after you’d gone limp underneath her, your voice dying until those little, keening nothings were the only noise you could make. Distantly, you could feel your body being lowered back onto your bed, Leo shifting above you, then two fingers swiping over your cunt. You felt something prodding against your lips, and too exhausted to resist, opened your mouth. “Good girl,” Leo cooed, her inflection mimicking that of someone talking down to something smaller, something lesser. The taste of your own slick mixed with her saliva flooded your senses, as vile as it was saccharine. “Sweet, and pretty, and good. My good girl.”

Her head dipped, her lips finding yourself. This kiss was softer than her first, tender rather than hungry, lingering rather than desperate. As she held you there, you felt something wrap around your throat – cold as ice and soft as velvet. When you found the will to open your eyes, you looked not towards Leo’s expression, her dazzling smile, but to her right hand and the beaded silver cord tangled around it.

You didn’t have to guess what the other end was connected to.

“All mine.”

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teamatsumu · 1 year ago

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CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.

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vaguely-concerned · 4 days ago

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imagining that while rook is gone, about a week and a half or so in, there's one night where lucanis suddenly appears unannounced in illario's room in the way he has of doing that and which could scare anyone else to death on its own, but of all people in the world illario is the most inclined to only find it mildly annoying to look up from his bad boy Brooding and also facemask-equivalent beauty routine (can't be tragically denied even being doomed by the narrative if you ain't cute) to find his cousin -- now first talon of the crows at least in name -- suddenly staring at him intently and expressionlessly from a few meters away. and when illario (half-jokingly, half-seriously, all-yearningly because crows live bad) is like 'ah so is this finally it are you here to kill me' even with no vengeful purple glow in evidence lucanis just snorts scathingly to show all the seriousness with which he still takes that idea and illario has to wistfully be like 'no, I thought not. so to what do I owe the honour, then, first talon. I figured you'd be pretty busy out there by now'.

and lucanis doesn't say anything at all, just stands there silently for a while and then sits down in a corner of the room with his back against the wall and buries his face in his hands. you have to understand how crucial it is for my vision here that they Do Not talk about it. they never talk about it, not in that moment and not later. illario doesn't have the first idea what 'it' could even be, once he's asked 'is it -- caterina? did something happen to...' (feeling suddenly and absurdly as much like a little boy again as lucanis just had before covering his face) and gotten the slightest headshake in response, nothing else he tries to ask even gets a reaction.

everything is all fucked up and nothing is ever going to be like it used to and the fact that this is where lucanis thought to go about whatever has happened to make his eyes look like that is ludicrous on so many levels and in so many ways. but I do think illario eventually sighs and at least sits down on the floor next to him, leaving a bigger distance between them than he might have once both in self-defense and out of something like consideration. 'I'd ask if you'd like to talk about it, but of course I know you. you never do'. (even with everything else that has happened, illario still knows lucanis better than almost anyone in the world. few things could have convinced him that maybe it really is his cousin in there still quite like this prolonged and complete lack of communication lol.) in the silence they fail to keep each other company in the same way they have for years, but maybe they can at least be honest about it now.

and then when lucanis gets to his feet like this entire very strange silent last half hour never happened to brush dust from his clothes and say he has to go... what can illario really do but go 'sure. great talk, as always. happy to be of service' from the floor as he watches his cousin disappear again into the night. I imagine illario wearing some sort of opulent bath robe or something through this whole thing by the way I think that's an important detail to get in there

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #lucanis dellamorte #illario dellamorte #this is rookanis based but it isn't about that so I'm not tagging it lol #this post is about dellamorte family insanity

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fanfictionismyaddiction · 2 months ago

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Voice from Afar

word count: 803

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summery: During a rain delay at the São Paulo Grand Prix, a heartwarming live broadcast connects Toto Wolff’s family from England to the Mercedes pit wall

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The São Paulo paddock was buzzing under the pounding rain, as fans and crew alike took cover, waiting for the skies to clear. The delay left the Sky F1 team scrambling to keep their broadcast interesting, with no cars on track. That’s when Ted Kravitz, with his trusty umbrella and microphone, spotted a familiar face in the Mercedes garage.

“Bradley! Just the man I was hoping to see,” Ted greeted, waving to Bradley Lord, who was managing a smile despite the drenched surroundings.

“Ah, Ted, what a day for a chat!” Bradley chuckled, motioning at the empty pit wall seats. “It’s a bit lonely out here without Toto keeping us all in line.”

“Oh, I bet,” Ted replied with a grin. “So tell me, what actually happens to Toto’s chair while he’s away? Is it sacred territory, or does someone brave sit down in it?”

Bradley laughed, shaking his head. “It’s generally considered off-limits, actually—though you wouldn’t believe the number of mechanics who try to sneak a quick sit when no one’s looking. But today’s a bit different, actually. You see, Toto may not be here in person, but he’s not entirely missing. He’s… let’s just say he’s very much tuned in.”

Ted raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “Oh, is he? Listening in from afar? The plot thickens…”

Bradley smirked. “Not only Toto—he’s got a little help today. Care to say hello, Jack?”

The camera zoomed in on Bradley’s headset as an eager young voice came through, beaming with pride, “Hi, Mr. Ted! This is Jack! I’m helping Papa today. Are you at the track?”

The surprise on Ted’s face was priceless. “Jack! Good to meet you! I am at the track. Are you helping your dad with the race?”

“Yeah!” Jack’s voice crackled with excitement, his words rushing out. “Papa let me listen in on the race calls! And Mama is helping me understand what they’re talking about. She knows all the strategies! Papa just does a lot of… loud talking.”

Ted laughed heartily, sharing a grin with Bradley. “Loud talking, you say? Sounds like a pretty accurate job description! Jack, what’s the most important thing you’ve learned from your dad so far?”

There was a slight pause as Jack considered his answer. “Um… that it’s important to be calm. Even when you’re yelling.”

At that moment, everyone listening on the broadcast could hear faint laughter in the background, unmistakably belonging to Y/n. Her warm voice then came through, and it was clear she was smiling.

“Hi, Ted,” Y/n greeted softly. “Let’s just say Jack has been reminding his papa to stay calm every five minutes.”

Ted grinned, absolutely charmed by the whole situation. “Y/n, great to hear from you! So, you’re both managing Toto from afar? Quite the operation you’ve got running there.”

“Absolutely,” Y/n replied, with a light laugh. “And Jack’s already given the team some advice to stay careful in the rain. I’d say he’s a natural.”

“Is that right, Jack?” Ted asked, feigning serious interest as if interviewing a race engineer. “Are you giving everyone strategic advice from back home?”

Jack’s reply was enthusiastic and full of pride. “Yeah! I told them to relax and be careful because the rain makes it slippery. And I reminded Papa to drink water. Mama says it helps him focus.”

Bradley, who was standing beside Ted, tried his best to keep a straight face, but his smile was almost too wide to hide.

“Well, it sounds like you’re keeping everyone in check, Jack,” Ted replied, nodding in mock seriousness. “Are you sure you’re not ready to take over for your dad?”

Just then, Toto’s familiar voice boomed over the line, with an unmistakable tone of warmth and amusement. “Ted, Jack’s very persuasive, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves! He’s got his mother’s attention to detail, though, so I may have to watch my back.”

The entire broadcast team, Bradley included, burst into laughter. Ted’s face lit up, and he leaned closer to the camera. “Well, Toto, it sounds like you’ve got some strong competition at home. Jack may be a few years away from taking over, but he’s certainly got the makings of a future team principal!”

“Thank you, Mr. Ted!” Jack replied, and then added in a confidential tone, “But I’ll let Papa keep his job for now. He’s good at it, too.”

From the background, Y/n’s soft laughter could be heard again, along with a few playful words. “You’ve trained him well, Toto.”

Just as Ted prepared to wrap up, Jack’s voice chimed in once more. “Oh, and Mr. Ted, can you tell Lewis and George to drive carefully? I want them to win, but Mama says they should be careful too.”

Ted nodded solemnly, genuinely touched. “Absolutely, Jack. I’ll pass along your message. And I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.”

#fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #fluff #toto wolff #f1 x reader #f1 #fanfic #toto wolff x reader #reader insert #formula 1 #formula one #formula racing #f1 fic #totowolff #x reader

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yayll · 5 months ago

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~ a little something about Dazai's impeccable detective skills... only when it comes to you ~

"Uh-huh... And you said you were meeting someone last night?" Dazai pretends to jot down this information, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbles into the notepad he conjured up from his long tan coat just a few seconds ago.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Ah, I see.. Fascinating. And how was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your date." He says, smugly. His head tilts in mock innocence, and his smile stays plastered on his lips while he watches you practically choke on your own spit. Now he's really going to start writing details down...

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that. Nothing that official, heh." You fidget with your fingers, looking down, and suddenly your shoelaces are the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You didn't think questioning would last this long, you weren't even involved in the crime, but this eccentric detective before you says all witnesses are vital for the investigation and you're just doing your civil duty as a valued member of society!

And this drives Dazai insane... how ridiculous that you don't have a clear standing within the life of whomever you were seeing. It should be a crime, really! If you were his, no one would ever hear the end of it. He hums to himself, nodding as if in deep thought as he draws a heart around your name in his notepad, adding his own name right under yours. He clears his throat and looks back up at you, making sure his knees don't give out at the way you seem so bashful around him.

"I beg your pardon? Do I hear that a young and beautiful person has not been swept off their feet successfully?"

Just before you can answer, a young man with white hair and a peculiar asymmetrical haircut runs to Dazai's side. He peers at his notes, and nervously chimes in.

"Er, Dazai? Mister Kunikida wanted me to come find you, but I didn't think you'd actually be working- Why are there so many hearts drawn-"

Dazai immediately moves his hand over the young man's face and comically shoves it away from his notepad, still smiling at at you. He speaks through gritted teeth and a nervous chuckle.

"Not now, Atsushiiiii, I'm working~"

This causes Atsushi to grumble, his face deflating into an annoyed sigh as his gloved hand scratches the top of his head.

"But Dazai, this is kind of important, and I really don't want to have to be the one to tell Kunikida that you're slacking off again..."

Dazai instantly snaps his head to look at Atsushi, pointing at you with dramatic flair, his voice reaching a mocking pitch.

"Oh, but I'm not, young Atsushi! I've come out here on pure basic instinct... I'm conducting a very serious investigation, and so unfortunately Kunikida and the rest of the folks at the agency will just have to wait for my genius intellect to come up with a tantalizing resolve. Get Ranpo to help. 'Kay byeee!~"

Dazai grabs you by the arm and though the gesture is hasty, he's surprisingly very gentle as he drags you away from the white haired young man. You're now standing outside a cafe and Dazai takes out what looks like a business card, presenting it to you. He scans your slightly confused face, and thinks about what other precious faces you'd make for him if he stuck around you long enough like the hound dog he is. He wonders if you'd let him touch your arm again, maybe even your hand... maybe even your-

"Are you okay, Dazai?" You ask in slight concern. Oops! He's been nonverbal for too long. He shakes his head rapidly and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Never been better! Here, take this, it's my personal contact. I think I've got all the notes I need to finish my work, but I seem to be missing one last thing-"

He proceeds to lean in a little, his now softened hazelnut eyes looking into yours intently, and his voice becoming drastically more serious. There's a glint of sincerity, and an emotion you can't quite place, but it makes your blood pressure spike and your cheeks flush at the casual intimacy of it all.

"... A time and date so I can see you again, perhaps?"

You feel yourself feeling giddy, and slightly stammer as your response flows out of you coyly.

"Ooh well, maybe tomorrow in the evening? I'll be off of work then. We can um, get coffee here?" You nod your chin up at the cafe sign, and flash him a soft smile. A smile that will keep him happily satiated until tomorrow.

"Ah, then it's a date! An official one..." He winks at you, and pats the top of your head, the feeling is light and angelic. By the time you recover, he's gone. You get a last glimpse of the way the tail of his coat swishes as he sharply turns the corner of the street, and you stand there smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. What you don't know is he does the very same thing, thinking about how playing with the fire of his own destiny is worth ruining if he could cement himself into your heart. In his adoring eyes, you could do no wrong. That's his job.

#so basically why can't i ever keep a thought to myself #but... flirty dazai prolonging an investigation just to talk to u.... come ON #he's a dog! he's a goddamn freak! i NEED HIM!#patheticzai coming at u again...#ATSUSHI CAMEO WHOOO #and when he got back to the agency he got his ass beat by kunikida but u made it all worth it <3 #he's like wow u can do so much better like ME duh #what a loser i would die for him #you guys HAVE to be tired of me already #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x you #osamu dazai #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai imagines #drabble #dazai fluff

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dekariosclan · 1 year ago

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NSFW Gale Headcanons (18+)

Some (soft and sexy) thoughts about being loved by the Wizard of Waterdeep…

Gale doesn’t “dabble” in things. He has no interest in being a Jack of All Trades. No, Gale wants to master things. He wants to be the best at things: Magic, the Weave, Wizardly knowledge, etc. For him, true joy isn’t in trying something different, but in becoming an expert in his favorite subject. And guess what? His new (and permanent!) favorite subject is YOU.

Gale, while waxing poetic, has often compared himself to a book: “I require only your gentle hands to turn my pages.” And this is true of how he thinks of you, as well. You are his most treasured Tome, one that he intends to study thoroughly again and again, delighting at finding new passages that he may have overlooked, or finding new meaning in a sentence he’s read a thousand times before. And like a beloved novel written by a favorite author, he will never grow tired of reading you.

But he wants more than to just understand you. He wants to know how to captivate you, the way that you’ve captivated him, body and soul. He loves you more than anyone, and he wants to show you, in more ways than just words and professions of love will allow.

He wants to know exactly how to pull you into an embrace and where to place his lips on your neck to make you shiver. What words to whisper into your ear to make your knees go weak. He wants to know what secret fantasies you have, no matter how outlandish they may seem, because aren’t you clever? You’ve gone and made a wizard fall in love with you, and nothing is impossible for a man who can craft illusions with his hands—nevermind what he can do with his tongue.

And Gale wants to indulge you. He wants to please you, because he will never grow tired of seeing the endless depths of love and adoration in your eyes when you look at him. Something he never saw, no matter how hard he looked, or how long he looked, into Mystra’s eyes.

One important note: Gale is a monogamous lover. He is not a boring lover.

He wants to know how to make you cum the fastest. How to make you cum the hardest. He wants to make you scream his name so loudly that the Gods can hear it. He loves to taste you, after a grueling trek, after a cleansing bath, in the night or in the morning. He’s made it his personal mission to worship your body in every way possible.

Gale will run his fingers (and lips) gently over your scars. He doesn’t find them to be imperfections. They are key chapters in the story of you, and all the more precious because they make you real. A real human with real flaws, just like him.

Lingerie will be met with an appreciative rumble from Gale, (he always enjoys discussing what’s on your hind—ah, MIND…) but he honestly finds you gorgeous in all states: Dirty or clean. In or out of your armor. Naked or clothed.

He rather likes it when you tease him, especially on the battlefield, when his eyes are already drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The way you position yourself a certain way to allow him to see a hint of your naked thigh under your armor is always…appreciated.

But if you really want to drive him wild? Buy him a book detailing some new positions for lovemaking that you think he would be interested in (and that you haven’t tried yet) then watch as his eyes roll back in his head with pure lust. And if it’s a first edition copy? He might actually pass out as all the blood leaves his head for…another part of his body.

After you both have worn yourselves out reenacting the positions described, and often (at your insistence) more than once, he’ll lie awake thinking about how much he adores you until you both drift off to sleep.

And then…at other times…

…he’ll lie awake and stare up into the cosmos, his arm around you as you sleep with your head on his chest, and he’ll think of how he once dreamed of becoming a God. And how it was you, and the thought of losing you, that stopped his foolishness, and allowed him to rewrite his story. To prevent it from becoming a tragedy.

Then he’ll press a kiss into your hair, softly, so as not to wake you, and thank all the Gods above that he’s not one of them.

He couldn’t imagine how unbearable eternity would have been, if it meant he couldn’t have you.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep #bg3

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redzie02 · 7 months ago

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Imagining Wooyoung as a girl dad

quick imagine ...ur honor i love him and im here to push the girl dad! wooyoung agenda masterlist

wooyoung loves kids, even more so when they're his kids

your daughter had just been born a few months ago and he'd had a hard time leaving her side

when she would cry in the middle of the night, he'd jump out of bed before you could even process what was going on. you'd sleepily walk into the nursery to find him rocking her back and forth in his arms, mumbling whatever was on his mind in the softest voice. all with a smile on his face. the love he wore in his eyes was one so special that not even the greatest artists would be able to capture it

he'd always tell you how amazingly you were doing, ridding any doubts and insecurities you had about becoming a new parent

but oh was Wooyoung greedy with your daughter-so clingy he was with her

kisses. so many little kisses. forehead kisses, kisses over her eyes, nose, her tiny knuckles.

as soon as you were done feeding her, he'd whisk her away from your arms and pat her back until she burped, cradling her afterwards.

he'd snatch her from you so often that it started to frustrate you

you whined, "wooyoung! she's not gonna remember who I am if you keep taking her away like that."

"ah, sorry. i just can't stop thinking about having to go back to work in a couple weeks. I don't want to miss anything."

"i know, but just- remember she's not just your baby, okay?"

introducing your daughter to rest of ateez had certainly been fun. so many ranges of emotions- a few crying at the sight of the tiny scrunched face, some scared to hold her, some a little too excited to toss the fragile baby in the air

you and Woo walked into the room with your daughter in her carrier, confused when you took in their appearances- absolutely dressed to the nines. "Oh- are you guys performing after this?"

San spoke with his cat like grin. "Nope, Wooyoung told us to dress up for this."

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, not knowing a thing about whatever was going on.

Woo shrugged. "What? First impressions are important."

They'd all watch in awe at the little being yawning then falling asleep immediately after in Seonghwa's arms, her tiny hand loosening its grip on his index finger

"Wow, she's so cute...thank god she looks nothing like Wooyoung," Mingi joked, earning a slap on the shoulder.

"Shut up, she's my twin." And he would proudly prove so, pulling out his phone to find his own baby pictures.

Whenever it was possible, he'd have the three of you wearing matching outfits he custom made himself, down to the tiniest details- the jewelry, the shoes, socks and hair ties.

Cuteness aggression would overtake his senses when you would walk into the living room, daughter in arm, twirling to show off the outfits he put together. He'd clap and beg for another twirl, pulling out his camera and snapping pictures of the two he loved most. He'd go through the photos with tears in his eyes, zooming in and showing you his favorite ones.

He loved to go on dates to flaunt the outfits, driving you to the park and picking the perfect spot; under a tree with branches that drooped, providing the perfect amount of protection from the sun (and he made sure little baby had her sunscreen on). He'd smooth your favorite picnic blanket on the grass and set up the food- he had packed the baby's food and necessities before anything else. He'd take out his camera, adjust the settings, then snap more photos, excited to edit and print them out later. He always kept a photo of you three in his wallet, switching it out for a new one every week.

With every year that went by, you noticed her personality only grew to be more like Wooyoung's. Between the constant babbling and the energetic outbursts, there was never a quiet day at home. Her and Wooyoung could ramble about nothing for hours, not taking a breath once.

She'd even adopted the habit of sloppily kissing your cheek whenever you were near.

Before Wooyoung, you weren't a fan of so much physical touch, but now you can't go a single hour without expecting a kiss on the cheek or forehead from either of your true loves.

a/n: im so sleepy and this is all i could think about. i have so many drafts but my writing is subpar so i leave u with an imagine. might do these more often

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez x y/n #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung fanfic #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you #ateez imagines #wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung #redzie02

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kunikuyu · 6 months ago

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"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Uzui Tengen x Male! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, read as afab reader, Dom! Uzui x Sub! Reader, use of explicit words, worship kink, master kink, Tengen has an open relationship with his three wives, cockwarming, drunk sex.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

How did you end up like this? Thrown on top of Tengen, who now had his arms hugging your waist as he fucked you violently? Your brain had already melted and consumed with pleasure, you don't even remember what happened in the beginning.

From what you think you remember, it all started quite normally...

.....

"[Name]! It's been a long time since we've seen each other, my man. I see you've gotten tougher and flashy." You had just arrived at the area where Uzui's training was going to take place. You were even excited because the tallest man had already been your partner on some missions and you ended up creating a friendship. You knew that hashira's full capabilities, and you were eager to fight alongside him once again.

Turns out it was pretty fun, at least for you. Seeing Tengen active even after he lost his hand and one of his eyes is exciting, and you can learn even more from him. As for your training partners... They weren't doing very well.

While they were getting injured and trying to improve their physical resistance, you had already been released for the next training. But before that, Tengen told you to spend the night in his room. For what? You have no idea. Yet.

....

Tengen opens the bedroom door after hearing some almost silent knocks. He already knew you were arriving before he even knocked on the door, but he didn't want to seem anxious and already be at the door waiting for you. When he opens the bedroom door, you look kind of carefree and calm, looking at something not so important next to the door.

"Oh, hi Tengen-Sama!" You say to the man standing in front of you, greeting him with a smile on your face. He looked slightly nervous, which wasn't really his style. You chose not to talk about it, though.

He closes the door, and invites you to sit next to him. At no point did you see the tallest man's three wives, which made you curious. Before you can ask, he answers you. "Hinatsuru, Suma and Makio are in another room, they are already asleep." "Oh I see." You were going to say more, but you were stopped when Tengen took a huge bottle of alcohol and poured some into a glass, giving it to you right away.

You silently thanked him, and after he poured the liquid for him too, you drink together. Some conversations were exchanged and glasses were refilled several times, resulting in rosy faces and jokes you would never make if you were both sober. They ranged from phrases like "I like taller guys" to "I would have sex with you, no problem." And you didn't care about it anymore, the drink consumed you once and for all.

"I'm not kidding man, I'd fuck you right here and now." "Then why not do that? I wouldn't mind having you inside me."

.....

Ah yes, now you remember. It was just a stupid conversation, which turned into the most incredible fuck ever. Your sweaty face, your skin completely marked by bites and hickeys, all done by the same person. He seemed to like seeing you like this, and in a weird way, he saw it as the purest art. Your body was like a sculpture to be modeled, and he was a god destined to sculpt every detail that filled your skin.

"M-Master Tengen... I..." You wanted to say that this was the best experience possible, and that your body was being overwhelmed with so much pleasure. But nothing understandable comes out of your mouth. His cock was completely buried in your cunt, filling every space inside.

"... Your voice is so beautiful, thick for someone so delicate." He said, as his fingers roamed your body in search of something warm and wet. Once there, he couldn't help but massage the area, bringing you even closer to a climax. He didn't want to cum before you did.

You had already finished in Uzui's hands, but he wasn't finished yet. A few deep thrusts were made before you felt Tengen's cum invade your body. At this point, you didn't even care if you ended up pregnant, only the pleasure was important. ((spoiler, you didn't end up pregnant))

....

You had been clinging together all night, Tengen's cock still inside you. He didn't want to take his dick out of you, because he thought your insides were too warm.

"Man, we need to drink together more often."

"For sure."

Bonus lines!

"Man, what a headache. Are you sure there was only sake in that one?"

"... I have no idea."

#male reader #smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #tengen uzui #kny tengen #uzui x reader #ftm reader #giyuu tomioka #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #sanemi shinazugawa #gyomei himejima

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MHA Chapter 431 Part 1 spoilers translations

Rough/literal translations for the first part of the bonus chapter are under the cut.

1 ここどこやっけ… koko doko yakke... "Where is this...?"

2 資料まとめんと… しりょうまとめんと… shiryou matomen to... "I need to compile [those] documents..."

1 ああ aa Ah.

1-2 お茶子ちゃんおちゃこちゃん Ochako-chan "Ochako-chan."

3 またこの夢かまたこのゆめか mata kono yume ka This dream again?

tagline No.431 More ナンバー431 モア NANBAA 431 MOA No. 431 More

4 まさか先輩たちの都合がつくとは‼︎ まさかせんぱいたちのつごうがつくとは‼︎ masaka senpai-tachi no tsugou ga tsuku to wa!! "I didn't expect all my senpai* would be available!!" (*Note: Senpai is what one calls their seniors, such as in work or a career field or at school.)

5 きっと皆　喜びます！きっとみんな　よろこびます！ kitto minna yorokobimasu! "I'm sure everyone will be happy!"

1 俺なんかでいいのかな‼︎ おれなんかでいいのかな‼︎ ore nanka de ii no ka na!! "I wonder if they'll be okay that it's me!!"

2 なんでそんな事言うの？なんでそんなこというの？ nande sonna koto iu no? "Why would you say something like that?"

3 ふしぎ！ fushigi! "How strange!"

4 ウラビティの"個性"カウンセリングに協力できるなんて光栄だよウラビティの"こせい"カウンセリングにきょうりょくできるなんてこうえいだよ URABITI no "kosei" KAUNSERINGU ni kyouryoku dekiru nante kouei da yo "It's an honor to be able to help with Uravity's quirk counseling."

5 リューキュウ事務所は優秀だよね！リューキュウじむしょはゆうしゅうだよね！ RYUUKYUU jimusho wa yuushuu da yo ne! "Ryukyu's agency is outstanding!"

6 コメディヒーロールミリオン　チャートNo.1（→） KOMEDI HIIROO RUMIRION CHAATO No.1 (->) Comedy Hero: Lemillion Chart No. 1 (->)

7 後進育成に移行してるものこうしんいくせいにいこうしてるもの koushin ikusei ni ikou shiteru mono "We're transitioning to training the next generation."

8 ワンダーヒーローネジレちゃん　チャートNo.7（↗） WANDAA HIIROO NEJIRE-chan CHAATO No.7 (↗) Wonder Hero: Nejire-chan Chart No. 7 (↗)

9 あの日以降だよねあのひいこうだよね ano hi ikou da yo ne "Ever since that day, huh?"

10 悪喰ヒーローサンイーター（ファットガム事務所サイドキック）　チャートNo.18（↘）あくじきヒーローサンイーター（ファットガムじむしょサイドキック）　チャートNo.18（↘） akujiki HIIROO SANIITAA (FATTO GAMU jimusho SAIDOKIKKU) CHAATO No.18 (↘) Bizarre Diet Hero: Suneater (Fat Gum agency sidekick) Chart No. 18 (↘)

11 この学区の児童の資料目を通してもらったと思うんですけどこのがっくのじどうのしりょうめをとおしてもらったとおもうんですけど kono gakku no jidou no shiryou me wo tooshite moratta to omoundesu kedo "I think you have had a look at the reference materials for this school district, but"

12 何より大事なのはなによりだいじなのは nani yori daiji na no wa "the most important thing"

13 コミュニケーションです KOMYUNIKEESHON desu "is communication."

14 無重力ヒーローウラビティ　チャートNo.24（↗）むじゅうりょくヒーローウラビティ　チャートNo.24（↗） mujuuryoku HIIROO URABITI CHAATO No. 24 (↗) Zero Gravity Hero: Uravity Chart No. 24 (↗)

1 一見　何の問題もない子でもいっけん　なんのもんだいもないこでも ikken nan no mondai mo nai ko demo "Even with children who [seem to] have no problems at first glance,"

2 悩みをしまい込んでる事が多いですなやみをしまいこんでることがおおいです nayami wo shimaikonderu koto ga ooi desu "many of them will be stowing away their worries."

3 大小問わずだいしょうとわず daishou towazu "Regardless of [where those problems] are big or small,"

4 特に家庭環境なんかとくにかていかんきょうなんか toku ni katei kankyou nanka "when it comes to especially their family environment,"

5 初対面の大人に話せる人は多くないですしょたいめんのおとなにはなせるひとはおおくないです shotaimen no otona ni hanaseru hito wa ookunai desu "there aren't many people who can talk about [such things] with adults they meet for the first time."

6 でも時間をかければ必ずサインを出してる事に気付けるのででもじかんをかければかならずサインをだしてることにきづけるので demo jikan wo kakereba kanarazu SAIN wo dashiteru koto ni kidzukeru node "But if you take the time, you'll definitely notice when they're giving you signs,"

7 資料に頼りすぎず！しりょうにたよりすぎず！ shiryou ni tayori sugizu! "so don't rely too much on the reference materials!

8 目安は一か月程度ですがめやすはいっかげつていどですが meyasu wa ikkagetsu teido desu ga "The guideline is about one month, but"

9 内容次第で全然変動しますないようしだいでぜんぜんへんどうします naiyou shidai de zenzen hendou shimasu "it can change completely depending on details,"

10 数は意識しないでかずはいしきしないで kazu wa ishiki shinaide "Don't focus on the numbers,"

11 お友だちになるつもりで！おともだちになるつもりで！ otomodachi ni naru tsumori de! "just plan on making friends!"

12 大変だねたいへんだね taihen da ne "It must be tough."

13 全然！人員のサポートは十分ですしぜんぜん！じんいんのサポートはじゅうぶんですし zenzen! jin'in no SAPOOTO wa juubun desu shi "Not at all! There's enough personnel support, and"

14 皆さんすごく丁寧なお仕事をされるんですよみなさんすごくていねいなおしごとをされるんですよ minasan sugoku teinei na oshigoto wo sarerundesu yo "everyone does an amazingly thorough job."

15 ホークスが文科省に掛け合ったりホークスがもんかしょうにかけあったり HOOKUSU ga monkashou ni kake attari "Hawks negotiates with the Ministry of Eduction*," (*Note: The full name is '"Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology.")

16 各所に協賛を積めったりしてくれて"個性"教育の環境はだいぶ改善されてきてるんですかくしょにきょうさんをつめったりしてくれて"こせい"きょういくのかんきょうはだいぶかいぜんされてきてるんです kakusho ni kyousan wo tsumettari shite kurete "kosei" kyouiku no kankyou wa daibu kaizen sarete kiterundesu "and he gathers support from various organizations, so the quirk education environment has improved quite a lot."

small text 1 若人に投資せんでなーにが未来ですかわかうどにとうしせんでなーにがみらいですか wakaudo ni toushi sende naani ga mirai desu ka "What kind of future will there be if we don't invest in young people?"

small text 2-3 なんかうさんくさくみえます nanka usankusaku miemasu "You sound kind of shady."

1 じゃあ今は自分の為の時間も取れるんだ？じゃあいまはじぶんのためのじかんもとれるんだ？ jaa ima wa jibun no tame no jikan mo torerunda? "So then, you're able to take some time for yourself now?"

2 わああルミリオンだああ‼︎ waaa RUMIRION daaa!! "Wooow it's Lemillion!!"

3 ウラビティ〜〜〜‼︎ URABITI~~~!! "Uravity~~~!!"

4 フロッピ！ FUROPPI! "Froppy!"

5 フロッピッ‼︎ FUROPPI!! "Froppy!!"

6 ネジレちゃあああああ好きいいネジレちゃあああああすきいい NEJIRE-chaaaaaa sukiii "I love Nejire-chaaaaaa!"

7 サンイーター！ファットはあーー!⁉︎ SAN IITAA! FATTO waa--!!? "Suneater! Where's Fat--!!?"

8 お！ o! "Oh!"

9 きたな小学生きたなしょうがくせい kita na shougakusei "Here come the elementary schoolers!"

10 ルミリオンあれヤッテエエエ!!! RUMIRION are YATTEEEE!!! "Lemillion, do THAT [THING]!!!"

11 桃早くももはやく momo hayaku "Hurry, the peaches!"

large text 奴穫しなきゃあアアアどれいしなきゃあアアア dorei shinakyaaAAA "You gotta harvest theeeem!"

12 へんなのっ hen na no "So weird."

13 "個性"で穫ってみな!!! "こせい"でとってみな!!! "kosei" de totte (kanji: katte) mina!!! "Pick them with your quirks, everyone!!!"

sound effect 2 わああ waaa "Waaah!"

sound effect きゃああきゃああ kyaaa kyaaa (Note: This sound effect denotes happy screams of excitement.)

1 穫れないだろう⁉︎ とれないだろう⁉︎ torenai darou!? "You can't pick them, huh!?"

2 全部　俺のだ‼︎出荷後にスーパーで買え‼︎ ぜんぶ　おれのだ‼︎しゅつかごにスーパーでかえ‼︎ zenbu ore no da!! shutsuka go ni SUUPAA de kae! "They're all mine!! Buy them at the supermarket after I ship them!!"

3 あっ a "Ah-!"

4 ふふ… ふふ… fufu... "Hoho..."

5 収穫されたのは去年の"空巣大将軍"以来だぜ… しゅうかくされたのはきょねんの"あきすたいしょうぐん"いらいだぜ… shuukaku sareta no wa kyonen no "akisu taishougun" irai da ze... "It's the first time it's been harvested since last year's Thief-in-Chief*..." (*Note: Literally, Mirio calls this person "Thief Commander-in-Chief".)

6 な…あの大島が…！な…あのおおしまが…！ na...ano Ooshima ga...! "What...it was Ooshima...!"

small text KAIJO "Release."

7 ん〜〜〜 n~~~ "Hm~~~"

8 わたしたちがつくりました watashi-tachi ga tsukurimashita "We both made [some peaches]."

1 すげぇ！大島が生産者だぁ！すげぇ！おおしまがせいさんしゃだぁ！ sugee! Ooshima ga seisansha daa! "Amazing! Ooshima is a peach farmer!"

2 いいなァ大島すげ〜‼︎ いいなァおおしますげ〜‼︎ ii naA Ooshima suge~!! "That's great, Ooshima is amazing~!!"

3-4 義務とか…責任とかないわけじゃないですけどぎむとか…せきにんとかないわけじゃないですけど gimu toka...sekinin toka nai wake ja nai desu kedo "It's not like I don't have [a bunch of] duties...or responsibilties,"

5 後からついてきたものですあとからついてきたものです ato kara tsuitekita mono desu "but those just come after." (Note: I think she's saying duty and responsibility are secondary to what she actually gets out of this program, which she goes into next.)

6 喜ぶ顔を見るのが好きなんですよろこぶかおをみるのがすきなんです yorokobu kao wo miru no ga suki nandesu "I like to see happy faces."

7 私がやりたい事してますわたしがやりたいことしてます watashi ga yaritai koto shitemasu "I'm doing what I want to do."

8 ねぇ天喰と同じだねぇねぇあまじきとおなじだねぇ nee Amajiki to onaji da nee "Hey, that's the same as Amajiki,"

9 短絡的だったたんらくてきだった tanrakuteki datta "I was short-sighted."

10 入る穴がないなら掘ればいい…‼︎ はいるあながないなら��ればいい…‼︎ hairu ana ga nai nara horeba ii...!! "If there's no hole for me to go in, I can just dig one...!!"

small text へんなとこがポジティブに hen na toko ga POJITIBU ni "To be positive in such a strange place..." (Note: Amajiki is lamenting the positivity vibes they're throwing at him.)

11 梅雨ちゃんもほぼずっとチームアップしてくれてるしつゆちゃんもほぼずっとチームアップしてくれてるし Tsuyu-chan mo hobo zutto CHIIMU APPU shite kureteru shi "Tsuyu-chan is almost always teaming up with me, too,"

12 友だちとも会えてるしともだちともあえてるし tomodachi to mo aeteru shi "and I can meet up with my friends,"

13 梅雨入りヒーローフロッピー　チャートNo.34（→）つゆいりヒーローフロッピー　チャートNo.34（→） tsuyuiri HIIROO FUROPPII CHAATO No. 34 (→) Rainy Season Hero Froppy Chart No. 34 (->)

14 全部　自分の為の時間ですよ！ぜんぶ　じぶんのためのじかんですよ！ zenbu jibun no tame no jikan desu yo! "so all my time is for myself!"

1 またヒミコちゃんの夢見るようになったの？またヒミコちゃんのゆめみるようになったの？ mata HIMIKO-chan no yumemiru you ni natta no? "You've started dreaming about Himiko-chan again?"

2 うん一か月くらい前かなあうんいっかげつくらいまえかなあ un ikkagetsu kurai mae ka naa "Yeah, since about a month ago."

3 内容は忘れちゃうんやけどないようはわすれちゃうんやけど taiyou wa wasurechaunya kedo "I'll forget the details though."

4 無意識で自分追い込んでんのかなってむいしきでじぶんおいこんでんのかなって muishiki de jibun oikonden no ka natte "I wonder if I'm unconsciously pushing myself."

5 お医者さんにも行ったけどーーーおいしゃさんにもいったけどーーー oishasan ni mo itta kedo--- "I also went to the doctor, but---"

6 特に異常はないですねとくにいじょうはないですね toku ni ijou wa nai desu ne "There isn't anything particularly abnormal."

7 体が疲れてるんじゃないですかねからだがつかれてるんじゃないですかね karada ga tsukareterunja nai desu ka ne "Isn't it because your body is tired?"

8 セカンドオピニオンは⁉︎ダメよナァナァは！あなたすぐ溜め込むんだから！セカンドオピニオンは⁉︎ダメよナァナァは！あなたすぐためこむんだから！ SEKANDO OPINION wa!? DAME yo NAA NAA wa! anata sugu tamekomunda kara! "[What about] a second opinion!? Don't compromise in the wrong places! Things build up quickly with you!"

9 溜めとらんつもりやけどなあためとらんつもりやけどなあ tametoran tsumori ya kedo naa "I'm not planning on [letting] things build up, though!"

small text 紹介してくれたんつゆちゃんやんしょうかいしてくれたんつゆちゃんやん shoukai shite kuretan Tsuyu-chan yan "You're the one who introduced me [to the doctor], Tsuyu-chan."

10 何か伝えようとしてるのかもなにかつたえようとしてるのかも nanika tsutaeyou to shiteru no kamo "Maybe she's trying to tell me something."

1 あの日ヒミコちゃんの血で命を繋がれてあのひヒミコちゃんのちでいのちをつながれて ano hi HIMIKO-chan no chi de inochi wo tsunagarete "That day, Himiko-chan's blood connected our lives,"

2 彼女は亡くなってかのじょはなくなって kanojo wa nakunatte "but then she died,"

3 血も消滅した筈だけどーーーちもしょうめつしたはずだけどーーー chi mo shoumetsu shita hazu da kedo--- "and her blood should have also disappeared---"

4 ひょっとしたら hyotto shitara "but perhaps"

5 混ざってまざって mazatte "[our blood] mixed,"

6 まだ中にいるのかなってまだなかにいるのかなって mada naka ni iru no ka na tte "and she's still inside me, I wonder."

7-8 ワン・フォー・オールみたいに… WAN FOO OORU mitai ni... "Like One For All..."

9 じゃあ jaa "Then,"

10-11 夢の内容思い出さなきゃねゆめのないようおもいださなきゃね yume no naiyou omoidasanakya ne "you need to remember the contents of your dreams."

1 ったく何で俺がデクのアッシーやんなきゃいけねンだよったくなんでおれがデクのアッシーやんなきゃいけねンだよ ttaku nande ore ga DEKU no ASSHII yannakya ikeneNda yo "Jeez, why the hell do I have to be Deku's driver*?" (*Note: The term Katsuki uses here refers to a man used by a woman for free car rides.)

2 いや〜〜〜ありがとねえ iya~~~arigato nee "Uh, well~~~thanks."

3 おめーが行くっつったンじゃんおめーがいくっつったンじゃん omee ga ikuttsuttaNjan "Didn't you say you would go though?"

4 納車したてで自慢してーんだのうしゃしたてでじまんしてーんだ nousha shitate de jiman shiteenda "You were so proud when [the car] was delivered."

5 シート沈むんだけどシートしずむんだけど SHIITO shizumunda kedo "The seat sinks, but"

6 すごくない？何これすごくない？なにこれ sugokunai? nani kore "isn't it amazing? What on earth?"

7 「乗せてくンなきゃ硬化してボンネット触る」っててめ〜が脅したンだろが‼︎ 「のせてくンなきゃこうかしてボンネットさわる」っててめ〜がおどしたンだろが‼︎ 「nosetekuNnakya kouka shite BONNETTO sawaru」 tte temee ga odoshitaNdarou ga!! "You're the one that threatened, 'If you don't let me ride, I'll harden and touch the hood!!'"

8 いーや脅しに屈するダイナマイトじゃねーもんいーやおどしにくっするダイナマイトじゃねーもん iiya odoshi ni kussuru DAINAMAITO ja nee mon "Nah, Dynamite isn't one to succumb to threats."

small text 一言一句おぼえてんのかよいちごんいっくおぼえてんのかよ ichigon ikku oboeten no ka yo "Do you remember [what I said] word-for-word?"

9 つかてめェ迎えとかいらねーだろ‼︎断れよ！つかてめェむかえとかいらねーだろ‼︎ことわれよ！ tsuka temeE mukae to kairanee daro!! kotoware yo! "You bastard, you don't need me to pick you up!! Refuse [the offer]!"

10 うん un "Yeah,"

11 でも生徒の"個性"伸ばし方針まとめられたから助かったよでもせいとの"こせい"のばしほうしんまとめられたからたすかったよ demo seito no "kosei" nobashi houshin matomerareta kara tasukatta yo "but it really helped me, because I was able to put together the plan for developing students' quirks."

1 緑谷さぁ！学生で俺と合いそうな奴いねえ？みどりやさぁ！がくせいでおれとあいそうなやついねえ？ Midoriya saa! gakusei de ore to aisou na yatsu inee? "So Midoriya! Are there any students who seem like a good match for me?"

2 カロリーメイトこぼしたらほうり出すぞカロリーメイトこぼしたらほうりだすぞ KARORII MEITO kobashitara houri dasu zo "If you spill that Calorie Mate, I'll throw it out."

3 切島くんサイドキック考えてるんだ？きりしまくんサイドキックかんがえてるんだ？ Kirishima-kun SAIDOKIKKU kangaeterunda? "Kirishima-kun, are you thinking about a sidekick?"

4 まァな！ maA na! "More or less!"

5 剛健ヒーローごうけんヒーロー gouken HIIROO Sturdy Hero:

6 烈怒頼雄斗　チャートNo.12（↗）レッドライオット　チャートNo.12（↗） REDDO RAIOTTO CHAATO No.12 (↗) Red Riot Chart No. 12 (↗)

7 今は独立したばっかでいまはどくりつしたばっかで ima wa dokuritsu shita bakka de "I've just become independent now,"

8 ファットと天喰先輩が助けてくれてっけどさファットとあまじきせんぱいがたすけてくれてっけどさ FATTO to Amajiki-senpai ga tasukete kurete kkedo sa "though Fat and Amajiki-senpai are helping me."

9 「他人の人生に責任負わな見えん景色があんねんで！」ってさ「たにんのじんせいにせきにんおわなみえんけしきがあんねんで！」ってさ「tanin no jinsei ni sekinin owana mien keshiki ga an nen de!」 tte sa "[Fat] said, 'There are views you can't see until you're responsibile for another's life!'" (Note: The phrase literally reads, "There is scenery you cannot see when you are not responsible for other people's lives!)

small text 1 こいつは koitsu wa "This guy"

small text 2 それにビビっとんねん sore ni BIBItton nen "is scared of that."

small text 3 俺がファットを手伝いたいんだおれがファットをてつだいたいんだ ore ga FATTO wo tetsudaitainda "I [just] want to help you out, Fat."

10 BMIヒーローファットガム　チャートNo.11（→） BMI HIIROO FATTO GAMU CHAATO No.11 (->) BMI Hero: Fat Gum Chart No. 11 (->)

sound effect ほおお hooo (This is a sound a person makes when they're impressed, for instance.)

11 確かに飯田もヤオモモも仕事の質が違ェんだよな！たしかにいいだもヤオモモもしごとのしつがちげェんだよな！ tashika ni Iida mo YAOMOMO mo shigoto no shitsu ga chigeEnda yo na! "It's true, Iida and Yaomomo's quality of work is different!*" (*Note: He means Iida and Yaomomo have sidekicks and their quality of work has risen likely because of it.)

12 向こうのが独立早ェのもあるけど… むこうのがどくりつはえェのもあるけど… mukou no ga dokuritsu haeE no mo aru kedo... "The others went independent earlier [than me] too..."

13 やっぱカッケェよなあ yappa KAKKEE yo naa "they're all really cool."

14 かっちゃんはサイドキック志望殺到したけど全員泣いて辞退したんだっけかっちゃんはサイドキックしぼうさっとうしたけどぜんいんないてじたいしたんだっけ Kacchan wa SAIDOKIKKU shibou sattou shita kedo zen'in naite jitai shitandakke "Kacchan was flooded with requests to be a sidekick, but all of them cried and declined."

15 触れんなふれんな furenna "Don't bring that up."

16 爆烈ヒーロー大・爆・殺・神ダイナマイト　チャート初登場No.4その後みるみる下がり現在チャートNo.15 ばくれつヒーローだい・ばく・さっ・しんダイナマイト　チャートはつとうじょうNo.4そのごみるみるさがりげんざいチャートNo.15 bakuretsu HIIROO daibakusasshin DAINAMAITO CHAATO hatsutoujou No.4 sono go mirumiru sagari genzai CHAATO No.15 Explosive Hero: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight first appeared on the chart at No. 4 and since then has gradually declined to his current No. 15

17 AFO戦の印象がずっとあるもんだからオール・フォー・ワンせんのいんしょうがずっとあるもんだから OORU FOO WAN-sen no inshou ka zutto aru mon da kara "They always had an impression of him from the AFO battle,"

18 幻想抱いて応募してきたんだよなげんそういだいておうぼしてきたんだよな gensou idaite oubo shite kitanda yo na "so they applied with a fantasy in mind."

19 面接だけで幻想を打ち砕く口の悪さねめんせつだけでげんそうをうちくだくくちのわるさね mensetsu dake de gensou wo uchikudaku kuchi no warusa ne "He has a bad mouth that shatters illusions in just the interview."

20 マジで降ろすぞマジでおろすぞ MAJI de orosu zo "Seriously, I'm gonna throw you out."

1 誰か一言でも「ダイナマイトを超えたい」って言やぁそいつを採ってたよだれかひとことでも「ダイナマイトをこえたい」っていやぁそいつをとってたよ dareka hitokoto demo 「DAINAMAITO wo koetai」 tte iyaa soitsu wo totteta yo "If someone said 'I want to surpass Dynamight,' I would have taken 'em."

2 おまえ教師辞めねェの？おまえしごとやめねェの？ omae shigoto (kanji: kyoushi) yameneE no? "You're not going to be quitting your teaching job?"

3 うん un "Yeah."

1 アーマーでのデータ収集はアーマーでのデータしゅうしゅうは AAMAA de no DEETA shuushuu wa "Data collection with the armor"

2 基本授業のない日にやってるしきほんじゅぎょうのないひにやってるし kihon jubyou no nai hi ni yatteru shi "is done on days when there are no basic classes,"

3 相澤先生たちと同じ感じだよあいざわせんせいたちとおなじかんじだよ Aizawa-sensei-tachi to onaji kanji da yo "and I feel the same as Aizawa-sensei and the others."

4 小学校や施設の訪問とか講演とかしょうがっこうやしせつのほうもんとかこうえんとか shougakkou ya shisetsu no houmon toka kouen toka "With visits to elementary schools and facilities, lectures, and such,"

5 少年少女に自分の経験を直接伝える機会も毎日のようにあるしょうねんしょうじょにじぶんのけいけんをちょくせつつたえるきかいもまいにちのようにある shounen shoujo ni jibun no keiken wo chokusetsu tsutaeru kikai mo mainichi no you ni aru "we have the opportunity every day to directly share our experiences with young boys and girls."

6 アーマーはすごく嬉しいけれどアーマーはすごくうれしいけれど AAMAA wa sugoku ureshii keredo "The armor made me very happy, but"

7 前と気持ちは変わらないよまえときもちはかわらないよ mae to kimochi wa kawaranai yo "my feelings haven't changed from what they were before."

8 OFAが残ってたとしてもワン・フォー・オールがのこってたとしても WAN FOO OORU ga nokotteta to shitemo "Even if One For All remained,"

9 僕は「先生っていいな」って考えたと思うぼくは「せんせいっていいな」ってかんがえたとおもう boku wa 「sensei tte ii na」 tte kangaeta to omou "I think I would have [still] thought, 'It'd be nice to be a teacher.'"

1 先生もやれてせんせいもやれて sensei mo yarete "To be able to work as a teacher"

2 昔みたいに皆と活動もさせてもらえてむかしみたいにみんなとかつどうもさせてもらえて kumashi mitai ni minna to katsudou mo sasete moraete "and do activities with everyone like before"

3 すごく嬉しいありがとうかっちゃん切島くんすごくうれしいありがとうかっちゃんきりしまくん sugoku ureshii arigatou Kacchan Kirishima-kun "makes me so very happy, so thank you Kacchan, Kirishima-kun."

4 ふーーーーーん fuuuuuun "Hmmmmm."

5 フラれちまったなあバクゴー‼︎ FURArechimatta naa BAKUGOO!! "You got rejected, eh, Bakugou!!" (Note: The word here means, "to be rejected, to be jilted, to be given the cold shoulder, to be dumped.)

6 え？ e? "Eh?"

7 緑谷おめー今誘われてたんだよ事務所にみどりやおめーいまさそわれてたんだよじむしょに Midoriya omee ima sawaretetanda yo jimusho ni "Midoriya, you were just now invited to his agency."

8 え⁉︎ああ‼︎ごめん入らないえ⁉︎ああ‼︎ごめんはいらない e!? aa!! gomen hairanai "Eh!? Ah!! Sorry, I won't join."

9 っせえもうわっとるわ ssee mou wattoru wa "Yeah, I already got that."

10 緑谷ってその辺ニブいよなみどりやってそのへんニブいよな Midoriya tte sono hen NIBUi yo na "Midoriya is so thickheaded like that."

11 おまえさぁ omae saa "Listen, you."

12 ったく俺が言える事かわっかんねぇけどよぉったくおれがいえることかわっかんねぇけどよぉ ttaku ore ga ieru koto ka wakkannee kedo yoo "Jeez, but I'm not sure if this is something I can say." (Note: Katsuki is emphasizing that he may not be the best person to say what he's about to say.)

1-2 いいかげんもうちょい自分を高く見積んねーといいかげんもうちょいてめーをたかくみつもんねーと ii kagen mou choi temee (read as: jibun) wo takaku mitsumonnee to "If you don't finally start thinking a little more highly of yourself,"

3 気付けるもんも気付けねーぞきづけるもんもきづけねーぞ kidzukeru mon mo kidzukenee zo "you won't be able to notice the things you [otherwise] could have." (Note: This one's hard to translate literally. The most literal would be something like "you won't notice/realize the things you would notice/realize.")

4 ……？ "......?"

5 ど do "Lo-"

6 どの口がどのくちが dono kuchi ga "Look who's talking." (Note: This phrase means things like "I don't want to hear that from you/Are you in any position to say that?")

7 "皆　特別"は "みんな　とくべつ"は "minna tokubetsu" wa "'Everyone is special'"

8 誰も特別じゃねえンだってよだれもとくべつじゃねえンだってよ daremo tokubetsu ja neeNda tte yo "means no one is special." (Note: This word, "special," when used to describe people, can mean either or both unique/extraordinary and special/important "to you.")

9 なんだァ…？ nandaA...? What in the world...?

10 何で後部座席これにしたんなんでこうぶざせきこれにしたん nande koubu zaseki kore ni shitan "Why did you choose this for the back seat?"

11 え〜〜〜では‼︎ eeeee de wa!! "All right then!!"

1 元A組の轟焦凍がチャートNo.2にランクアップした事を祝しまして‼︎ ぼくらのとどろきしょうとがチャートNo.2にランクアップしたことをしゅくしまして‼︎ bokura (read as: moto EE-gumi) no Todoroki Shouto ga CHAATO No.2 ni RANKU APPU shita koto wo shuku shimashite!! "Congratulations to our former Class A member Shouto Todoroki for moving up to No. 2 on the chart!!"

2 悪ィなわりィな wariI na "Sorry,"

3 皆　都合つけてもらってみんな　つごうつけてもらって minna tsugou tsukete moratte "everyone, to have you all find the time for this."

4 エアコンヒーローショート　チャートNo.2（↗） EAKON HIIROO SHOOTO CHAATO No. 2 (↗) Air Conditioner Hero: Shouto Chart No. 2 (↗)

5 いーのいーの！口実口実！いーのいーの！こうじつこうじつ！ ii no ii no! koujitsu koujitsu! "It's fine, it's fine! [That's just] the pretext!"

6 スタンガンヒーローチャージズマ　チャートNo.44（初）スタンガンヒーローチャージズマ　チャートNo.44（はつ） SUTANGAN HIIROO CHAAJIZUMA CHAATO No. 44 (hatsu) Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt No. 44 (first ranking)

1 そう sou "Oh,"

2 だったのか… datta no ka... "is that so..."

3 言葉のアヤだぜ祝う気前提だよことばのアヤだぜいわうきぜんていだよ kotoba no AYA da ze iwau kizentei da yo "Just a figure of speech, it's a given we want to celebrate!"

4 44位が2位に何してんだよー 44いが2いになにしてんだよー 44i ga 2i ni nani shitenda yoo "What is number 44 doing to number 2?"

5 やめよそういうの！ yameyo sou iu no! "Quit it!"

6 テーピンヒーローセロファン　チャートNo.36（↘） TEEPIN HIIROO SEROFAN CHAATO No. 35 (↘) Taping Hero: Cellophane Chart No. 35 (↘)

7 そうだよ瀬呂くん上がる事は勿論立派だかそうだよせろくんあがることはもちろんりっぱだか sou da yo Sero-kun agaru koto wa mochiron rippa da ka "That's right, Sero-kun. Rising [in the rankings] is of course praiseworthy."

8 チャートも拡張と細分化が進み以前程絶対ではないんだチャートもかくちょうとさいぶんかがすすみいぜんほどぜったいではないんだ CHAATO mo kakuchou to saibunka ga susumi izen hodo zettai de wa nainda "The charts have expanded and become more segmented, and they're not absolute like they used to be."

9 ターボヒーロインゲニウム　チャートNo.13（↗） TAABO HIIROO INGENIUMU CHAATO No. 13 (↗) Turbo Hero: Ingenium Chart No. 13 (↗)

10 触手ヒーローテンタコル　チャートNo.9（→）しょくしゅヒーローテンタコル　チャートNo.9（→） shokushu HIIROO TENTAKORU CHAATO No. 9 (→) Tentacle Hero: Tentacole Chart No. 9 (→)

11 万物ヒーロークリエティ　チャートNo.19（↘）ばんぶつヒーロークリエティ　チャートNo.19（↘） banbutsu HIIROO KURIETI CHAATO No. 19 (↘) Everything Hero: Creati Chart No. 19 (↘)

12 立派だ… りっぱだ… rippa da... "Praiseworthy..." (Note: Kaminari and Sero are lampshading how the people talking--Iida, Momo, and Shoji--are ranked higher than Kaminari and Sero and are thus more "praiseworthy".)

13 言葉は刃物だぞことばははものだぞ kotoba wa hamono da zo "Your words are knives."

14 モギタテヒーローグレープジュース MOGITATE HIIROO GUREEPU JUUSU Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice

15 扱いに気をつけろあつかいにきをつけろ atsukai ni ki wo tsukero "Be mindful of how you handle them."

16 チャートNo.108（初）チャートNo.108（はつ） CHAATO No. 108 (hatsu) Chart No. 108 (first ranking)

17 108って充分上だよ 108ってじゅうぶんうえだよ 108 tte juubun ue da yo "108 is more than enough."

18 ヒアヒーローイヤホン＝ジャック　チャートNo.30（↘） HIA HIIROO IYAHON=JAKKU CHAATO No. 30 (↘) Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack Chart No. 30 (↘)

small text まあまあ maa maa "Now, now."

19 リドリーヒーローピンキー　チャートNo.28（↗） RIDORII HIIRO PINKII CHAATO No. 28 (↗) Ridley Hero: Pinky Chart No. 28 (↗)

20 独立組は大変だねどくりつぐみはたいへんだね dokuritsu-gumi wa taihen da ne "The group who went solo are amazing."

21 ふれあいヒーローアニマ　テンタコル事務所所属サイドキックふれあいヒーローアニマ　テンタコルじむしょしょぞくサイドキック fureai HIIROO ANIMA TENTAKORU jimusho shozoku SAIDOKIKKU Petting Hero: Anima Tentacole agency-affiliated sidekick

22 ヒプノシスヒーローナイトハイド　チャート圏外ヒプノシスヒーローナイトハイド　チャートけんがい HIPUNOSHISU HIIRO NAITOHAIDO CHAATO kengai Hypnosis Hero: Nighthide Chart - not contending

23 積極的に露出する感覚わかんないせっきょくてきにろしゅつするかんかくわかんない sekkyokuteki ni roshutsu suru kankaku wakannai "I don't understand the desire to actively seek exposure."

24 ね‼︎ ne!! "Right?!"

25 ステルスヒーローインビジブルガール　チャートNo.39（↑） SUTERUSU HIIROO INBIJIBURU GAARU CHAATO No. 39 (↑) Stealth Hero: Invisible Girl Chart No. 39 (↑)

1 しかしよく都合ついたなあしかしよくつごうついたなあ shikashi yoku tsugou tsuita naa "But it was really convenient"

2 こうも短い間にまた集まれるとはこうもみじかいあいだにまたあつまれるとは kou mo mijikai aida ni mata atsumareru to wa "[for us] to be able to gather again in such a short time."

3 甘味ヒーローシュガーマン　（ウォッシュ事務所サイドキック）かんみヒーローシュガーマン　（ウォッシュじむしょサイドキック） kanmi HIIROO SHUGAAMAN (UOSSHU jimusho SAIDOKIKKU) Sweets Hero: Sugarman (Wash agency sidekick)

4 敵犯罪も年々減ってるしねヴィランはんざいもねんねんへってるしね VIRAN hanzai mo nennen hetteru shi ne "That's because villain crime is also decreasing year-by-year."

5 武闘ヒーローテイルマン　チャートNo.32（↘）ぶとうヒーローテイルマン　チャートNo.32（↘） butou HIIROO TEIRUMAN CHAATO No. 32 (↘) Martial Arts Hero: Tailman Chart No. 32 (↘)

6 なくなりはしないが nakunari wa shinai ga "It won't disappear, but"

7 減らす事はできるーー… へらすことはできるーー… herasu koto wa dekiru--... "it can be reduced--..."

8 漆黒ヒーローツクヨミ　チャートNo.17（↗）さっこくヒーローツクヨミ　チャートNo.17（↗） sakkoku HIIROO TSUKUYOMI CHAATO No. 17 (↗) Jet Black Hero: Tsukuyomi Chart No. 17 (↗)

9 ウィ☆ UI☆ "Oui ☆"

10 キラメキヒーロー CAN'T STOP TWINKLING　（インビジブルガール事務所サイドキック）キラメキヒーローキャンとストップトゥインキリング　（インビジブルガールじむしょサイドキック） KIRAMEKI HIIROOO KYANTO SUTOPPU TUINKIRINGU (INBIJIBURU GAARU jimusho SAIDOKIKKU) Shining Hero: Can't Stop Twinkling (Invisible Girl agency sidekick)

11 ラビットヒーローミルコ　チャートNo.6（↘） RABITTO HIIROO MIRUKO CHAATO No. 6 (↘) Rabbit Hero: Mirko Chart No. 6 (↘)

12 ファイバーヒーローベストジーニスト　チャートNo.5（↘） FAIBAA HIIROO BESUTO JIINISUTO CHAATO No. 5 (↘) Fiber Hero: Best Jeanist Chart No. 5 (↘)

13 アクアヒーローギャングオルカ　チャートNo.21（↗） AKUA HIIROO GYANGU ORUKA CHAATO No. 21 (↗) Aqua Hero: Gang Orca Chart No. 21 (↗)

14 あの日以降も戦い続けたヒーローがその存在を以て示したあのひいこうもたたかいつづけたヒーローがそのそんざいをもってしめした ano hi ikou mo tatakai tsudzuketa HIIROO ga sono sonzai wo motte shimeshita "The existance of the heroes who kept fighting even after that day demonstrates that."

15 樹木ヒーローシンリンカムイ　チャートNo.4（↘）じゅもくヒーローシンリンカムイ　チャートNo.4（↘） jumoku HIIROO SHINRIN KAMUI CHAATO No. 4 (↘) Wood Hero: Kamui Woods Chart No. 4 (↘)

1 山岳ヒーローMt.レディ　チャートNo.3（↘）さんがくヒーローマウントレディ　チャートNo.3（↘） sangaku HIIROO MAUNTO REDI CHAATO No. 3 (↘) Mountain Hero: Mount Lady Chart No. 3 (↘)

2 洗濯ヒーローウォッシュ　チャートNo.8（→）せんたくヒーローウォッシュ　チャートNo.8（→） sentaku HIIROO UOSSHU CHAATO No. 8 (→) Laundry Hero: Wash Chart No. 8 (→)

3 そして次は俺たちーーそしてまた次へ… そしてつぎはおれたちーーそしてまたつぎへ… soshite tsugi wa ore-tachi--soshite mata tsugi e... "And then, we're next--and again after that..."

4 デステゴロ（No.42） DESU TEGORO (No. 42) Death Arms (No. 42)

5 プレゼント・マイク（No.45） PUREZENTO MAIKU (No. 45) Present Mic (No. 45)

6 リューキュウ（No.40） RYUUKYUU (No. 40) Ryukyu (No. 40)

7 グランド（No.20） GURANDO (No. 20) Grand (No. 20)

8 マッドマン（No.14） MADDOMAN (No. 14) Mudman (No. 14)

9 ファントムシーフ（No.10） FANTOMU SHIIFU (No. 10) Phantom Thief (No. 10)

10 バトルフィスト（No.23） BATORU FISUTO (No. 23) Battle Fist (No. 23)

11 リアルスティール（No.26） RIARU SUTIIRU (No. 26) Real Steel (No. 26)

12 リザーディ（No.22) RIZAADI (No. 22) Lizardy (No. 22)

13 コミックマン（No.33) KOMIKKUMAN (No. 33) Comicman (No. 33)

14 その果てに示されるのはーー… そのはてにしめされるのはーー… sono hate ni shimesareru no wa--... "what will be demonstrated at the end--..."

15 レップウ（No.16） REPPUU (No. 16) Gale Force (No. 16)

16 ケミィ（シシクロス事務所サイドキック）ケミィ（シシクロスじむしょサイドキック） KEMII (SHISHIKUROSU jimusho SAIDOKIKKU) Camie (Shishikross agency sidekick)

17 シシクロス（No.41） SHISHIKUROSU (No. 41) Shishikross (No. 41)

1 自らの不要証明みずからのふようしょうめい mizukara no fuyou shoumei "is the proof that we are unnecessary."

small text 1 どうせわさびいれたでしょ douse wasabi ireta desho "Anyway, I bet you put wasabi in that."

small text 2 いれてない iretenai "There isn't any."

2 俺たちはおれたちは ore-tachi wa "We"

3 消え征く為に存在を証明するのだきえゆくためにそんざいをしょうめいするのだ kieyuku tame ni sonzai wo shoumei suru no da "prove we exist so that we may disappear."

4 あの広告会社…何が「もっとファビュラスに」だ… あのこうこくがいしゃ…なにが「もっとファビュラスに」だ… ano koukoku gaisha...nani ga 「motto FABYURASU ni」 da... "That advertising company...what's the point in 'making me more fabulous'...

5 俺は闇ぞおれはやみぞ ore wa yami zo "I am the darkness."

6 それノンアルだよな？ sore NON'ARU da yo na? "That's non-alcoholic, right?"

7 まァ真理だよなまァしんりだよな maA shinri da yo na "Well, it's the truth."

8 そうだね sou da ne "That's right."

9 最近よく言われるんだけどさ…… さいきんよくいわれるんだけどさ…… saikin yoku iwarerunda kedo sa...... "I've been hearing this a lot lately but......"

10 自慢話か⁉︎ じまんばなしか⁉︎ jimanbanashi ka!? "You gonna brag!?"

11 どうだろう…そうなるのかな dou darou...sou naru no ka na "I wonder...it could be become that."

12 "厳しい運命に抗った" "きびしいうんめいにあらがった" "kibishii unmei ni aragatta" "They say, 'You resisted a harsh fate.'"

13 "使命を果たしている" "しめいをはたしている" "shimei wo hatashite iru" "'You're fulfilling your calling.'"

14 迷ってフラついて…その果てに選んだ道の筈なんだけどまよってフラついて…そのはてにえらんだみちのはずなんだけど mayotte FURA tsuite...sono hate ni eranda michi no hazu nanda kedo "I was lost and wandered...but in the end I'm sure I'm on the path I chose."

15 なんていうか…こうーー… nante iu ka...kou--... "How do I say...something like this--..."

1 運命だとか使命だとかうんめいだとかしめいだとか unmei da toka shimei da toka "Whether it's something like fate or a calling,"

2 得体の知れねえ大きな枠組があったとしてえたいのしれねえおおきなストーリーがあったとして etai no shirenee ooki na SUTOORII (kanji: wakugumi) ga atta to shite "even if there's some big story I don't know about,"

3 抗うのも果たすのもそうしたいって思ったこともあらがうのもはたすのもそうしたいっておもったことも aragau no mo hatasu no mo sou shitai tte omotta koto mo "everything I fought and fulfilled and wanted to do,"

4 全部必然だった気がしてさ…… ぜんぶひつぜんだったきがしてさ…… zenbu hitsuzen datta ki ga shite sa...... "I feel like all of it was inevitable......"

5 だから今度石川のお椀と箸づくり体験教室に行くことにしただからこんどいしかわのおわんとはしづくりたいけんきょうしつにいくことにした dakara kondo ishikawa no owan to hashi dzukuri taiken kyoushitsu ni iku koto ni shita "That's why I decided to go to a bowl and chopsticks-making trial class in Ishikawa."

6 何でなんで nande "Why?

7 自作の食器でそば食べたらもっと旨ェんじゃねェかとじさくのしょっきでそばたべたらもっとうめェんじゃねェかと jisaku no shokki de soba tabetara motto umeEnja neE ka to "I think soba would taste even better if I ate it with tableware I make myself."

8 石川ってこたァ輪島塗かいしかわってこたァわじまぬりか ishikawa tte kotaA wajimanuri ka "You say Ishikawa, is it Wajima lacquerware?"

9 山中塗と両方やまなかぬりとりょうほう yamanakanuri to ryouhou "That and Yamanaka-style."

10 プライベートなんだ PURAIBEETO nanda "[The class] is private."

11 燈矢の仏壇に手を合わせてる時にとうやのぶつだんにてをあわせてるときに Touya no butsudan ni te wo awaseteru toki ni "When I was praying at Touya's butsudan*," (*Note: A butsudan is a Buddhist home altar for deceased family.)

12 ふと気付いたんだよふときづいたんだよ futo kidzuitanda yo "I suddenly realized [something]."

1 俺飯食うの好きだったなっておれめしくうのすきだったなって ore meshi kuu no suki datta na tte "I liked eating food."

2 "なりたい自分"以外にも俺ってもんはあるんだって気付いた "なりたいじぶん"いがいにもおれってもんはあるんだってきづいた "naritai jibun" igai ni mo ore tte mon wa arunda tte kidzuita "I realized there's more to me than just the person I want to become."

3 余裕かよよゆうかよ yoyuu ka yo "You've got the time for it?"

4 心に暇ができたのかもなこころにひまができたのかもな kokoro ni hima ga dekita no kamo na "I was able to make free time in my heart, maybe."

5 寄生獣読んだろきせいじゅうよんだろ kisei juuyon daro "You read Parasyte, didn't you?"

6 え〜〜〜〜!⁉︎本当ぉ⁉︎ え〜〜〜〜!⁉︎ほんとうぉ⁉︎ e~~~~!!? hontouo!? "Ehhhhhh!!? Really!?"

7 黒色くんと希乃子ちゃんくろいろくんときのこちゃん Kuroiro-kun to Kinoko-chan "Kuroiro-kun and Kinoko-chan"

8 付き合ってンの〜〜〜〜⁉︎ つきあってンの〜〜〜〜⁉︎ tsukiatteN no~~~~!? "are dating~~~~!?"

9 マジっす！ MAJIssu! "Seriously!"

10 前チームアップした時はそんな感じしなかったのに！まえチームアップしたときはそんなかんじしなかったのに！ mae CHIIMU APPU shita toki wa sonna kanji shinakatta noni! "But it didn't feel that way when I last teamed up with them!"

1 その辺ーー君らはどうなの？そのへんーーきみらはどうなの？ sono hen--kimira wa dou na no? "On that note--what about you guys?"

2 上鳴の事務所耳郎の隣のビル借りたんだろ？かみなりのじむしょじろうのとなりのビルかりたんだろ？ Kaminari no jimusho Jirou no tonari no BIRU karitandaro? "Kaminari's agency rented the building nextdoor to Jirou's, right?"

3 そういうンじゃないよ sou iuNja nai yo "It's not like that!"

4 聞いて俺マジで独立不安でさきいておれマジでどくりつふあんでさ kiite ore MAJI de dokuritsu fuan de sa "Listen, I was seriously worried about going independent,"

5 したら丁度空いてんだよ真隣‼︎ したらちょうどあいてんだよまどなり‼︎ shitara choudo aitenda yo madonari!! "then, right next door [to her] was just empty!"

6 即決に決まってんじゃんねそっけつにきまってんじゃんね sokketsu ni kimattenjan ne "It was an immediate decision."

7 くっそ情けなくない ⁉︎ くっそなさけなくない ⁉︎ kusso nasakenakunai!? "Isn't that damn pathetic!?"

8 高一ん時の席っぽくて安心するじゃんこういちんときのせきっぽくてあんしんするじゃん kouichin toki no sekippokute anshin suru jan "It's like our seats from the first year of high school, so it gives me peace of mind."

9 気がゆるむきがゆるむ ki ga yurumu "A blissfully empty mind!"

small text 平和ボケだへいわボケだ heiwa BOKE da "You're complacent in peaceful times." (Note: This phrase here refers to someone who has a naive belief in continued peace, such as one who takes peace for granted.)

10 必然…か… ひつぜん…か… hitsuzen...ka... Inevitable...huh...

11 先生もやれてせんせいもやれて sensei mo yarete To be able to work as a teacher

12 昔みたいに皆と活動もさせてもらえてむかしみたいにみんなとかつどうもさせてもらえて kumashi mitai ni minna to katsudou mo sasete moraete and do activities with everyone like before

13 僕は今やりたい事をやれてるこの上なく恵まれてるぼくはいまやりたいことをやれてるこのうえなくめぐまれてる boku wa ima yaritai koto wo yareteru kono uenaku megumareteru I'm extremely blessed that I'm able to do what I want to do right now.

14 せいぜい seizei To the fullest,

15 頑張れがんばれ ganbare do your best.

16 自分でもーー気付かなかったじぶんでもーーきづかなかった jibun demo--kidzukanakatta [A version of] myself--even I haven't noticed.

17 自分か……… じぶんか……… jibun ka......... [A version of] myself.........

1 南区二丁目ガレキ通りで盗難者を追跡中！みなみくにちょうめガレキどおりでとうなんしゃをついせきちゅう！ minami-ku ni-choume GAREKI doori de tounansha wo tsuiseki-chuu! "Southern district, second block on Gareki Street, in pursuit of a thief!"

2 "個性"による妨害が激しく大事故につながる恐れがある！ "こせい"によるぼうがいがはげしくだいじこにつながるおそれがある！ "kosei" ni yoru bougai ga hageshiku daijiko ni tsunagaru osore ga aru! "There is concern that interference due to his quirk could be severe and lead to a major accident!"

3 これだからアルコール飲めねンだよなァこれだからアルコールのめねンだよなァ kore dakara ARUKOORU nomeneNda yo naA "This is why we can't drink alcohol."

1 くそう‼︎サーセン‼︎ kusou!! SAASEN!! "Shit!! I'm sorry!!"

2 出来心がサーセン‼︎ できごころがサーセン‼︎ dekigokoro ga SAASEN!! "It was a sudden impulse, I'm sorry!!"

3 俺のが早かったおれのがはやかった ore no ga hayakatta "I was the fastest."

4 いや飯田くんだったよいやいいだくんだったよ iya IIda-kun datta yo "No, it was Iida-kun."

5 競ってあげなよきそってあげなよ kisotte agena yo "Let's not compete."

6 しかし出来心とはまたタチが悪い芯がないというか……… しかしできごころとはまたタチがわるいしんがないというか……… shikashi dekigokoro to wa mata TACHI ga warui shin ga nai to iu ka......... "However, if it was a sudden impulse, he's not wicked at his core........."

7 被害がなくてよかったひがいがなくてよかった higai ga nakute yokatta "I'm glad there were no casualties."

8 閑古鳥が鳴くのはまだ先だな！かんこどりがなくのはまださきだな！ kankodori ga naku no wa mada saki da na! "It's still a long time before business gets slow!"

9 うむ umu "Yeah."

10 短かったけど今日はお開きにするかみじかかったけどきょうはおひらきにするか mijikakatta kedo kyou wa ohiraki ni suru ka "Though it was short, will we adjourn for today?"

11 え〜〜〜 e~~~ "Ehhh?"

12 また集まれるよまたあつまれるよ mata atsumareru yo "We can get together again."

13 あ　店　俺払っといたからこのまま解散でいいぞあ　みせ　おれはらっといたからこのままかいさんでいいぞ a mise ore harattoita kara kono mama kaisan de ii zo "Ah, the shop, I paid for it, so it's okay to just disband from here."

14 はあ⁉︎主賓が何してんの⁉︎ワリカンに決まってんの‼︎ はあ⁉︎しゅひんがなにしてんの⁉︎ワリカンにきまってんの‼︎ haa!? shuhin ga nani shiten no!? WARIKAN ni kimatten no!! "Huh!? What is the guest of honor doing!? We're splitting the bill!!"

small text 1 まだ現金持っといたほうがいいなまだげんきんもっといたほうがいいな mada genkin motto ita hou ga ii na "It's best to carry cash still, right?"

small text 2 非常時はそうですよねひじょうじはそうですよね hijouji wa sou desu yo ne "That's [very] true for emergencies."

small text 3 おつりあるよ otsuri aru yo "I have change."

1 帰り送ンねーぞ　俺明日エッジショットの帰国で朝早ェからかえりおくンねーぞ　おれあしたエッジショットのきこくであさはえェから kaeriokuNnee zo ore ashita EJJISHOTTO no kikoku de asa haeE kara "I won't take you home. Tomorrow I'll be starting early with Edgeshot returning to the country."

2 大丈夫ありがとうだいじょうぶありがとう daijoubu arigatou "It's okay, thanks."

3 車みせてくるまみせて kuruma misete "Show us your car."

4 方向いっしょほうこういっしょ houkou issho "We're going in the same direction."

5 途中までとちゅうまで tochuu made "Until halfway."

6 またな mata na "See ya later."

7 うん un "Yeah."

8 また特別講師よろしくね！相澤先生がコミュニケーション概論やらせたいってまたゲストよろしくね！あいざわせんせいがコミュニケーションがいろんやらせたいって mata GESUTO (kanji: tokubetsu koushi) yoroshiku ne! Aizawa-sensei ga KOMYUNIKEESHON gairon yarasetai tte "We look forward to seeing you again as a guest lecturer! Aizawa-sensei wants me to do an Introduction to Communication class."

9 悪例で呼ぶなよあくれいでよべなよ akurei de yobena yo "Don't call me a bad example!"

10 "皆　特別"は "みんな　とくべつ"は "minna tokubetsu" wa "Everyone is special"...

11 誰も特別じゃねえンだってよだれもとくべつじゃねえンだってよ daremo tokubetsu ja neeNda tte yo ...means no one is special.

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all hearts as one beneath the sun

SYNOPSIS: before kakavasha dissolves into the nihility, there is one hope he has to let go of. may you meet again in a kinder world and under a warm sun.

CHARACTERS: kakavasha, aventurine, dr ratio, aventurine's family, sunday

TAGS: angst, no comfort, established relationship, mentions of suicide, 4k+ wc

TAGLIST: @mitsvriii, @harque, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @moineauz

NOTES: sobbed to "had I not seen the sun" the entire time I was writing this I love making myself cry w my own work

special thanks to @akutasoda, @tragedy-of-commons, and @https-sourlimes for proofreading this! love u all <33

link to the playlist

Aventurine was mildly surprised when he received word that he would be handling the Penacony mission. Why him, of all the Ten Stonehearts? Surely someone more capable such as Opal would be trusted with a mission of this caliber.

He only realized why when he pried further into the details.

Penacony was a death trap. With so many powerful and important people gathered in one place, one wrong move on his part would spell his end.

He chuckles sardonically. Figures. They’re sending their most suicidal employee out for a suicide mission.

As if to rub the situation into his face, he finds out they’re pairing him with Dr. Ratio. What purpose is he supposed to serve, suicide prevention? Too little, too late, in his opinion.

The doctor doesn’t look too thrilled about the fact either. It makes Aventurine feel somewhat better about this whole situation.

“You’d best get your affairs settled before we leave, gambler. The odds that you make it back alive from this mission aren’t as high as you’d hope they’d be.”

“Ooh, well I do like the sound of that.”

A glare sent his way makes Aventurine roll his eyes, but he shuts up anyway. Plans are made and discussed for what role each of them will be playing before it’s time to leave.

“Well then, I look forward to working with you in Penacony, Doctor.”

“Just don’t act like a complete idiot and we’ll be fine.”

The two men head their separate ways. Ratio’s advice to settle his affairs lingers in his mind, though. That means there’s a will he has to sign, assets he has to distribute, funeral arrangements to be made, and more. Of course, most, if not all of it, will be going toward you. You’d be set for the rest of your life, never having to work a day again if you so chose.

He heaves a sigh. Ah, it’s all so tedious. It was all so much easier before you came along. He had no will to worry about. He’d toss caution to the wind every mission and wind up sorely disappointed when he returned, still alive. If he did end up dying, his assets would end up being pawned off and most likely make their way back to the IPC somehow. So what even was the point then?

With all that being said, he didn’t mind putting in all that extra work for your peace of mind and so you’d continue to benefit, even after his death.

Still, the stakes this time around are higher, and he has you to consider now before placing his bets. One wrong move and you’d be left without someone to welcome home. And then there’s the consideration of whether he’d be willing to die when the moment came. Sure, he’d attempted several times before but they’d all failed. Would he be able to take the plunge this time, should the opportunity present itself?

“Hey, Doc?”

Ratio is about to leave, but the uncharacteristic hint of hesitation in his voice makes him stop and look over his shoulder.

“... How can you tell if you’ve lived a life worth living?”

Ratio stares at the blonde in silence in disbelief over what he’s hearing. Aventurine chuckles, trying to dispel the awkwardness that’s settled in the air.

“No answer? Never mind-”

“That answer will vary from person to person. However, if you were to ask me personally…”

The doctor’s ruby eyes flit over Aventurine’s frame, narrowing in contemplation- and perhaps a hint of resignation.

“Ask yourself this question: can you die today without any regrets?”

“Can I die today without any regrets?” Doctor, what were you thinking when you posed that rhetorical question on me? Obviously the answer would be no!

Expensive leather shoes click against stone as Aventurine hurriedly makes his way through the Dreamscape. The weight of having mere hours left to live looms above his head like an anvil, leaving him scrambling to figure out how to cheat death- not for the hope of living to see another day, but so he can carry out his mission.

When confronted with death, even a suicidal man will cling to the urge to live for one reason or another.

He’s hardly paying attention to where he’s going, muttering out half-hearted apologies to those he bumps into as he stumbles through the Dreamscape before he ends up in a secluded area. The kaleidoscopic iridescence in the corners of his vision makes him stumble and he audibly groans when a searing pain flashes through his temples, the Harmony’s brand on his mind assailing him again.

Dammit… am I really at the end of the line now? And before I could do anything meaningful either…

He hears the sound of a… child humming some distance away? That’s strange, there’s no one else here.

“Mister, are you lost too?”

That voice.

He turns around slowly, as if that would change anything. Aventurine’s eyes dart across the boy standing before him, with rags for clothes and scraped knees. The child in front of him is everything he is not- or rather, what he was, but is no longer. Optimistic, with bright shining eyes. Hope still exists for him.

Those eyes. Oh, it’s himself.

Aventurine thinks he’s about to be sick.

“Woah, you have such pretty eyes! Can I call you Mr. Pretty Eyes?”

Aventurine stiffly nods.

“Sure. Call me whatever you want, kid. What’s your name?”

“It’s Kakavasha. Nice to meet you!”

And that’s the final nail in the coffin confirming his suspicions.

Kakavasha looks around nervously.

“I was searching for my family, but I got lost. This place is so much bigger than home… Mister, do you think you could help me find them?”

Aventurine shakily extends a trembling hand out.

“Of course. Lead the way. How about you hold onto my hand so you don’t get lost anymore?

Kakavasha latches onto it and begins wandering around, calling out for his parents and big sister. Every unanswered call feels like a punch to the gut but he has a faint flickering of hope that he’ll be able to see them.

“You really love your family, kid,” remarks Aventurine in an attempt to keep some conversation going.

“Of course! I do!”

Kakavasha pauses in his steps and thinks for a bit, eyes wandering skyward and free hand resting on his chin.

“… Do you have anyone you love, Mr. Pretty Eyes?”

“Yes, I do. Their name is (Name).”

The boy’s eyes light up, sparkling in curiosity.

“Woah, really? What’re they like?”

A light chuckle escapes Aventurine’s lips as he crouches down to Kakavasha’s eye level and ruffles his hair.

“They’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Wow, they must be a really amazing person for you to say that…”

“They are. They're incredible.”

I don’t deserve them.

He chuckles and stands back up again, hand reaching for Kakavasha’s. The little boy continues to lead the way, until he suddenly stops and turns.

“Would you like to meet my family? They’ve been gone for so long I think they went back home. You can introduce (Name) to them as well!”

Panic wells up inside him. Seeing his family? In this state? After all he’s done? No, he can’t. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t. Not under these circumstances!

“Kid, I don’t think-”

“It’s ok if (Name) shows up late. They’re nice people and they’ll understand.”

“No, I-”

“Come on, let’s go! They’re already waiting for us!”

Aventurine feels himself being forcefully pulled under and he instinctively closes his eyes. A blast of hot, sandy air hits him, making him shield himself. When it settles down, he opens his eyes to a familiar sight. Sand stretches as far as the eye can see. There’s minimal vegetation and he can feel the sun beating down on his back already.

Sigonia-IV. He’s returned home.

Kakavasha eagerly tugs on his sleeve.

“This is my home! I know it’s not much, but everyone I know and love is here. I think you’ll like it too.”

Still holding onto Aventurine’s hand, Kakvasha begins running toward the horizon. Aventurine, meanwhile, feels numb all over.

There’s no way this is happening. Is this some sort of cruel prank? What did that chicken-wing boy do this time? But if this is just a cruel prank…

He looks around at the yellow sand stretching as far as the eye can see and the mountains in the distance.

… Then it’s far too realistic. How is this happening? If I filter out the memories of the massacre, then everything is the same as I remembered it.

“We’re almost there!” calls out Kakavasha. “Just a little longer now!”

Three familiar figures stand in front of a tent some distance away and Aventurine feels his heart seize up in his chest. He’s long forgotten their faces, but he instinctively recognizes them.

Mom. Dad. Big Sis.

Kakavasha lets go of his hand and sprints toward his family. He leaps into the arms of his big sister, who spins him around giddily while his mother plants kisses over his face and his father holds his tiny hands.

As he approaches, he realizes they have no faces. Where there are supposed to be eyes, a nose, and a mouth, there is nothing. A blank canvas with dents and ridges where the features are supposed to be greets him and he feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise up in warning.

The only exception to this is his sister, with her grinning mouth and her long blonde hair billowing in the wind- the only feature he remembers clearly about her. She takes notice of him and tilts her head curiously to the side.

“Kakavasha, did you br▇ng a f▇▇▇d of ▇urs?”

Her voice comes out scratchy and distorted with only a few syllables recognizable. There’s a sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes why.

He can’t remember her voice anymore. Or the voices of his parents, for that matter. He’s forgotten what they look like, and now what they sound like. What’s been forgotten can’t be restored.

“Yeah!” exclaims Kakavasha nestled safely into his sister’s arms now. “Everybody, meet Mr. Pretty Eyes!”

They greet him with friendly waves and scratchy sounds that he thinks are supposed to be words of greeting. He almost chokes on the guilt and regret building up in his throat

“▇▇ look just like ▇▇ Kakavasha over here! ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ his long-lost b▇▇▇▇r or something?”

Aventurine forces out a laugh as the others join in.

If only they knew…

The sun is going down now, and the solar winds that blanket the planet grow harsher. They quickly usher him into the tent, telling him to make himself at home and inviting him to stay for dinner. There’s no way out as far as he can tell, so he obliges.

It’s smaller than he remembers, he thinks as he ducks to avoid hitting his head. There’s a rudimentary kitchen setup in the back that Kakavasha’s mother is tending to as she begins preparing dinner. Kakavasha hops into his sister’s lap and shakes the sand out of his hair and gets it everywhere, to which she lightly scolds him with a tug on his cheek.

He takes a seat on the fraying rug in the center and rubs a brightly-colored teal tassel between his fingers. The sand is already starting to seep into his clothes. He feels grains of it in his shoes and it pools onto his pristine white dress pants. Grains of it are nestled deep into the fur collar of his coat from the harsh solar winds outside that even vigorous shaking won’t dislodge.

Kakavasha’s sister smiles at him. It’s a bit unnerving, just seeing a smiling mouth with no other features.

“So, Mr. ▇▇▇ Eyes, w▇at 's your ▇▇▇ ? At least, I’m a▇▇▇ ming Mr. ▇▇▇ Eyes isn’t yo▇▇ r▇l name.”

“It’s Kaka-”

He swallows hard and kicks himself. He’s not Kakavasha. Not anymore.

“It’s… Aventurine.”

The very act of saying that name makes him feel like he’s betraying his family, stabbing them in the back.

“A▇▇▇▇▇ , huh? What an in▇▇▇ing and pretty name!” remarks his sister. He feels the air rush out his lungs and almost coughs up a sardonic laugh from the sheer irony of it all. First his family, then his language, then his body, and now even his name? Is there anything left that he can truly call his from his culture?

Thunder distantly rumbles overhead. Kakavasha and his sister peek their heads out curiously of the tent. She gasps excitedly and points to the darkening clouds overhead.

“Hear that? ▇▇ sign ▇▇ your birthday is ▇▇▇ ▇!” she exclaims as she holds Kakavasha’s hands in hers.“▇▇▇ ▇▇ excited?”

… His birthday?

Thunder rumbles overhead again and he hears the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the tent.

His birthday. The Kakava Festival.

His heart sinks into his stomach as his family chatters around him. They talk about birthday celebrations and what they’ll do that day, but it’s a muffled mess in his ears. Is it really almost his birthday already? Sigonia-IV followed many beliefs that were independent from the rest of the universe, namely the Aeon belief system, and that also extended to the calendar system. Truth be told, he wasn’t exactly sure what day his birthday was in the Interastral Standard calendar system. He usually just flipped a coin and that was if he even bothered to celebrate, which he hadn’t done in many years.

Aventurine does some quick estimating and realizes that yes, it’s almost his birthday. But how would he celebrate his birthday in this world, where all was good and he still remembered their faces and voices?

Aventurine closes his eyes and thinks. His mother would be overjoyed to know that her beloved son finally has a lover now. She’d make him clean the tent from top to bottom in preparation for your arrival, even though the sand would find its way back inside again within a matter of a few hours. His parents would cook up a feast for your arrival while his sister would pester him to tell more stories about you- as if there were any left that he hadn’t. When the time would come and you’d nervously step through the tent flap with one hand holding his tightly and another clutching some gifts, his mother would rush forward and greet you with a kiss to the cheek, having already accepted you as family. His sister would steal you away from him to dote on you, much to his half-hearted chagrin. His father would tell corny jokes that you’d cringe at, and his mother would teach you recipes that had been passed down for generations, her warm, weathered hands resting atop yours and lovingly guiding your movements in the kitchen.

The five of you, safe, warm, and alive under the sun.

Hours after the rest of his family had gone to sleep, you’d lie side by side outside, watching the stars drift on by. Sigonia-IV is nothing like Pier Point. Free from light and industrial pollution, you’d have a stunning view of the cosmos every night. Twinkling stars shine overhead, so close you could practically pluck them out of the sky. Multicolored clouds of gas and stardust bathe the sky in their shifting hues as he tells you stories that have been passed down from generation to generation with the occasional shooting star passing by. You’d stay like that for hours on end, content to just listen and watch, until you were lulled to sleep by his voice.

It would be cold, as all desert climates are at night, but it was nothing he couldn’t bear with your warmth nestled into his side.

In the spring, or around now, he’d take you to celebrate the Kakava festival under the stars with a roaring bonfire. The festival itself would be a solemn and silent celebration with people murmuring prayers to the Mother Goddess and tossing sacrificial vessels into the fires, but the celebration of his birthday afterward would be loud and joyful. Bonfire sparks would rise up into the sky, carried by the hot solar winds and the rich sounds of his people’s songs. His mother would drape you in turquoise jewelry and gift you traditional clothes that she would’ve spent hours beforehand making by hand, every stitch a labor of love. He’d teach you to dance to the cheers of his family and the familiar tunes he’d hum under his breath. His movements would be fluid and graceful as he spins and twirls you around, while you stumble and flail along. He’d enjoy every second of it- even if you step on his feet the whole time.

He would be kinder in this world, he thinks. He’d still be Kakavasha. Aventurine would be an unknown man to him. He’d wear his heart on his sleeve and his eyes would still have life to them. He’d never have to hide his left hand.

And you’d be happier too. You wouldn’t have to sift through the layers to find the true self underneath the act he puts up. He wouldn’t be so hot and cold- practically love-bombing you one moment and then disappearing without a word for weeks the next. He wouldn’t be a dirty gambler, a two-faced businessman, a disinterested womanizer, cheating scum, an IPC mutt, a corporate bootlicker, a worthless Sigonian slut or who knows what else you’ve heard about him–

In this world, there are no Katicans. The Avigins and his family are still intact. His neck is unmarred and he speaks the Avigin dialect fluently, instead of the halting and choppy cadence that's even worse than that of a child’s. Syrupy, honeyed words spill from his mouth as he teaches you common words and phrases in his mother tongue. Have you eaten yet? How did you sleep? How was your day? I missed you. Mother. Sister. Father. Lover. Goddess. I made you something. I saw this today and thought of you. Be safe. Sweet dreams. Goodnight. I love you. He chuckles when you parrot them back to him haltingly, with your accent mixed in. The notebook you keep with various phrases, their meanings, and their phonetics grows every day. The most worn out page was the one crammed full of declarations of love that sound more akin to poetry as your mastery over the dialect grows. The ink is smeared from how often you’ve run your fingers over them, murmuring them under your breath until you’d committed them to memory. In your arms is the safest I’ll ever be. I’m lucky to call you my lover. I sleep better when I’m with you. I secretly name stars and constellations after you. I’ll kiss the weariness away from your face every night. I pray to Mama Fenge every night for your safety. I imagine her hands and embrace to be as warm as yours, and it reassures me somehow. I’ll miss your warm hands when that day finally comes. Goodnight, I love you.

We’ll be together even in Kakava’s next aurora.

Aventurine jolts forward with a start. His eyes search around frantically, instinctively searching for his family and you, only to be greeted with a familiar sight that isn’t his home. Bright flashing lights, the sound of cars honking and speeding by, muffled pop music playing in the distance, and the sugary scent of SoulGlad greet his senses instead of arid hot wind that howls in his ears and endless seas of sand. You and his family are nowhere to be seen either.

Oh. Right.

The Dreamscape.

His clothes stick to his skin drenched in a cold sweat and his glasses are resting lopsidedly on his face. His whole body is shivering uncontrollably, as if he’s been plunged into ice-cold water without warning. The world is going white before his eyes and all he can hear is the loud thump of his pulse in his ears that suddenly drops. He thinks he’s about to pass out again. This is the end, he thinks. Aventurine leans against the side of a wall again, taking deep, heaving breaths to steady himself and quell the nausea swirling around in his stomach.

When it subsides and he doesn’t feel like he’s on the verge of death (sadly), he sits back up and forces out a laugh in place of a sob. First forcing a religious consecration onto him, then dangling his family in front of his face? How much crueler could the head of the Oak Family get?

His heart sinks and an overwhelmingly bitter feeling engulfs him. It was just a dream all along. A dream within a dream, really. Was he really that desperate for something familiar again?

(And just like that, the mask known as Aventurine is back in place.)

(But he couldn’t even say goodbye or apologize to his family one last time, even if it wasn’t them.)

It was a pleasant dream, he’ll admit. How nice it would be to live in that world forever. But he knew it was a dream because it could never happen, as much as it pained him.

Aventurine hears the voice of Kakavasha drifting along from further up ahead and knows he’s nearing the final leg of his plan. With what little time he has left, he takes pictures with the boy for posterity and buys the child all the treats his eyes rest on for more than a second. Aventurine delights in the way his eyes light up at the first taste before he eagerly digs in for more.

It’s cathartic, in a way.

Before stepping on stage, he looks up at the sky. It’s perpetually nighttime in Clock Studios Theme Park, but he knows the sun is shining elsewhere in the Dreamscape. Is the sun shining where you are back at home? He thinks it’s morning for you. You must still be asleep with the cat cakes curled into your sides, blissfully unaware of the news you’ll wake up to.

Get onstage. Fear not. Never look back.

One last thing to do.

He sends a final text to you.

Aventurine: I love you.

It stays on delivered when he puts his phone away. It’ll be the first thing you see when you wake up, and that’s more than enough for him.

It’s time for the curtain call.

The feeling of Kakavasha’s tiny body in his arms won’t be enough to chase away the grief. Nothing ever will be. But this’ll be the closest he can get.

Aventurine hugs the boy close, squeezing as hard as he can without hurting him. He feels how he’s nothing more than skin and bone beneath the oversized rags. No child should have to be this thin, he thinks, and he’s even more glad he treated Kakavasha to his heart’s content earlier.

This is the end. He gives Kakavasha one last squeeze to imprint this memory into his mind and gets up, waving goodbye over his shoulder all the while.

He never looks back.

In a shower of light, Kakavasha dissolves into the Nihility, and with him, Aventurine’s hopes for the ideal future- the one that you deserved. The Horizon of Existence is finally devoid of all color save for himself and the dark sun beckoning him forward toward the event horizon.

He takes a step forward, and then another. The sound of his footsteps against the surface and liquid splashing echo loudly in the empty space.

The Nihility is beginning to slowly engulf him. He feels it encroaching at the edges of his mind, eating away at his thoughts one by one until nothing remains. A hollow, empty feeling settles into his heart that weighs him down. Aventurine looks down at his hands and realizes the color is beginning to seep from his vision until he, too, would become one with the Nihility. The point of no return beckons to him like a moth to a flame. Nothingness, emptiness, worthlessness. There’s nothing left for him to do.

“Can you die today without any regrets?”

Aventurine finally has an answer to that question. The past is gone and he’s walking toward no future.

Yes. I finally can.

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