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Signs you may be missing & what they're trying to tell you

Happy Monday! Here is your reading for this week :)

Signs you may be missing & what they're trying to tell you. For the signs, I looked at signs and symbols on the cards I drew. I have the decks linked below so you can look for your individual cards if interested (I have had luck googling specific cards for these decks already, so they should be available on google images).

The Dreaming Cat Tarot (1 & 3)

Tarot of the Little Prince (Groups 2 & 4)

I hope this reading resonates. Leave a heart below or reblog and tag your pile if it does!

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Group 1: Wheel of Fortune, Five of Pentacles rev., King of Pentacles

Sign and symbols from card images: T, A, O, R, X and, V might be important letters. Numbers in increments of 5s and 10s. Butterflies may be present as a sign you’re on the right track, snakes may also be important. The sound of bells, chimes, or clinking. The color blue. Things falling/floating from the sky (snow, flower petals, cottonwood is falling a lot where I am right now).

 What these signs are trying to tell you: Karma will find its way to you – don’t stop doing things for the good of doing them. This is not a sign telling you to do MORE, just to remind you that even though it seems like you’re not being “rewarded” for the good things you do, you will be. Try to be aware of ignoring opportunities. Opportunities are being presented to you in different ways but you either aren’t sure if you’re good enough to act on them or you think you’re making it up that you’re seeing them. You’re not making it up and you are more than enough! You do not have to wait to be “better” “richer” “smarter” or anything of the like.  

If you’re trying to hone a skill, now is the time to invest in doing that. You know there are different ways to meet your goals, but this skill feels right to you. If it gets you your results in the end, do what makes you feel confident instead of risking something else because you feel like you have to. You have nothing to prove to anyone.

If you are coming to the end of a hard time, it may feel too good to be true. You’re waiting for the next shoe to drop. This is your sign that you can relax. Pause. See where your anxiety is coming from. Then see if there is any proof around you to corroborate your story. By thinking objectively, you can realign your thinking with the reality of what is happening.

Group 2: Page of Wands, Eight of Cups, Judgement, Eight of Wands

Sign and symbols from card images: Trains and the sounds of them, lanterns, smoke rings, chemical compounds (like H2O), red flowers, vines with flowers, the color red (and people wearing red, specifically), grey cloud(s) on an otherwise sunny day,

What these signs are trying to tell you: Stop giving up on yourself, you’re so close to your goal! It’s likely that you get close to reaching a goal but then psych yourself out. The fear of the unknown is becoming louder than the possibilities at the end of the journey. Try to bring the possibilities back to the forefront. Your guides want you to find your creative spark again (perhaps the goal you’re working on involves your creations). They’re reminding you it’s okay to try and “fail” because all that does is show you what didn’t work this time and helps you find out what will work the next time.

If you have been feeling called to try your own divination tools (tarot, oracle cards, numerology, etc), this is a sign to try it out! You don’t have to know what you’re doing in order to start – there are guidebooks, youtube videos, etc., to help you where you need support 😊 Local crystal shops usually have decks (that’s where I got my starter deck), otherwise Etsy is a good place to look for deals! Most, if not all, decks come with a guidebook. I got a $5 book from 5below which I love using, otherwise I’ve linked Biddy Tarot before which I LOVE.

Last thing I am picking up is that you may be feeling like things are moving to fast. You want a second to slow down and catch your breath, but it feels impossible (which may be part of the giving up before reaching your goal). Your guides are here to tell you that you are not acting rashly and things just happen to be going fast right now! Try your best to live in the now. This will help it feel like time is slowing down a bit and you can actually hear yourself think.

Group 3: Queen of Cups, Seven of Pentacles, Seven of Wands

Signs Sign and symbols from card images: The number seven, which might be obvious lol. Ribbons, bows, and other frilly things may be seen more frequently. Lily pads. The color purple. Mountains, falling leaves, fruit bushes. Mice may be a significant animal.

What these signs are trying to tell you: The biggest message I am getting is you are exactly on the path you are meant to be on. You are in flow with the universe. Keep on keeping on, you’re doing amazing! Your hard work, perseverance, investment, and self-compassion has not gone unnoticed. Your team wants to remind you that it is okay to be frustrated when it feels like you’re not getting results and that they are proud of you for continuing to do the work anyway. It is hard to power through and it is normal to question “what’s the point?”. You are in touch with your intuition and, even though you can’t answer “what” the point is, you know there IS one. That belief in yourself and the universe is going to take you far.

There may be a particular person or people that are challenging your patience. Looking at the seven of wands in this case, it may be that these people are envious of the progress you’re making. They want to know how they can get to where you are. I don’t think they are challenging you out of jealousy, perse, but out of genuine want for being as successful as you appear to them. Although this may be frustrating, try to think of it as a compliment. You are allowed to set boundaries with these people, too, but try not cutting them off completely. Maybe there are tips, trainings, or other resources you can provide for these folks. This would allow you to help them without feeling the burden of being responsible for their growth.

Group 4: Wheel of Fortune, Two of Pentacles, Seven of Swords

Signs Sign and symbols from card images: Sheep and elephants. Stars (actual stars or drawn stars) and other things from space (moon, comets, shooting stars).  Things that fly above us – airplanes, spaceships, satellites. Grapes. The color green. Random bursts of wind.

What these signs are trying to tell you: First and foremost, you are being called to work on prioritization and adaptability. I think a lot of your life has required self-preservation and it is easy to make decisions based on your own needs. While it is good to make sure that you are thinking of yourself, it can easily turn into selfishness and deception (even though it’s not your intent). There are times you need to look at the bigger picture. Check in with yourself when you make decisions and have multiple priorities. Are there priorities you can use help with? Can you relinquish control of them? What I fear is that people around you will see that you do a lot of things alone and need control and then when you DO need help, these people might not be around. They may start thinking you don’t want their help and thus don’t want them around at ALL. I don’t want you to end up in an isolated place. There is a lot of good karma waiting for you, but you have to trust that the universe will only bring you where you’re meant to go. You can start with baby steps! Is there a report you need at work that someone else has access to and can input data for you? Do you need gas money, and know that your friend would give you some, but you don’t want to seem like you’re using them so you don’t ask? You’re allowed to ask. Your friends care about your well-being. Do you have a deadline that is approaching but aren’t sure if you can do your best work? Ask for an extension. If you can’t get an extension, sit with your boss to create an outline of your priorities. These little things can go a long way. People care about you and want to help. It’s okay to let them.

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the only reason was because i ( . . . ) ─ ind. sel. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 of gege akutami's jjk, anime &. manga faithful. mutuals only. a personal investigation on the decay of a heart when ❛𝙬𝙚❜ turns into 𝚒, the virtue of playing the fool, and how the road down to hell was paved with the best most selfish intentions. ( so i'm in no mood to be pointing fingers. ) maki. rules + info under the cut.

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :    gojou satoru   𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   :    enlightenment, realization of truth or higher perception /  to understand   𝐀𝐆𝐄   :    28, born dec 7th 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 & 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀  :    sagittarius, temperance   𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘   :    japanese   𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   :    cismale   𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   :    bisexual, panromantic   𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑   :    white, undercut   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   :    unnaturally blue   𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   :    6'3"   𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃   :    tall and towering, naturally slim and well toned   𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   :    operational special grade sorcerer, tokyo jujutsu tech teacher   𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄   :    inherited - limitless, the six eyes   𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍   :    infinite / unlimited void   𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒   :    blithe, extroverted, good humored, perceptive, confident, protective, ethical   𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒   :    arrogant, unreliable, impulsive, contentious, irresponsible, distant   𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒   :    became their own antithesis,  good is not soft, insufferable genius,  lonely at the top   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒   :    noted to be physically attractive, he'd inherited the eerily illuminating blue eyes of his ancestral line, though reliably stifles this taxing facet with either a blindfold or lens too dark to see through.   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒   : sweets ♡   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒   :    alcohol

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April Brain Rot #1

Prompts: 

19. Elegant

12. “I gotta admit I’m a little surprised”

(Mafia AU) Vil x Reader

Summery: Vil takes you with him on a “business trip” and you talk to Cater Diamond about the names of alcohol. Specifically, the drink you ordered.

TW: Alcohol; suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 2,508

A note from Fel:  I don’t speak a lick of French, so I apologize if the French translations are wrong (I used Google Translate)! So, I hope you can forgive me and that you’ll still have a good time reading it! Enjoy!

“I gotta admit, I’m a little surprised. I never thought someone like Vil would bring… someone like you.” 

Your nose crinkled, eyebrows furrowing into an angry v. Your gaze shot from your drink to the man sitting across from you, a lazy smirk on his face as he widened the spread of his legs in front of him. He took a sip from his drink (a beautiful electric blue drink where a slice of lemon was wedged on the lip of the cup). “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

His eyebrows raised and a chuckle shook his chest. “No offense meant-” he leaned his elbows on his knees- “I just meant you’re much more of…” he nodded his head back and forth, seemingly trying to find the word he was looking for. “Of the innocent sort I suppose? Though, I don’t think innocent fits you properly. Not with what you're drinking.”

“Drinking? What’s wrong with my drink?” You look down at the whip cream topped drink that you had ordered after Vil and Rook went inside a VIP room with a man (you honestly thought he was a child at first, he had such a cute baby face and the way his red hair framed his face made him almost look angelic- though your view of him was shattered when he had opened his mouth to reveal quite the no-nonsense tone dripping off of each of his words). You had a feeling that the meeting wasn’t going to end anytime soon and Vil had, afterall, given you free reign to enjoy yourself at the fancy club that this meeting was taking place at; so you got the first drink you saw another patron had that caught your interest. It just happened to be the one that you thought might have something sweet in it. 

The man- Cater, you recall- tilted his head to the side, his green eyes shining under the bright lights of the club. “You know what it’s called don’t you?”

You looked at it and back at him, your eyes squinting at him.

“Oh, dear, maybe you are more innocent than I thought.” Cater placed a finger against his lips, a smile threatening to break out on his face. “It’s called a Blow Job, darling.”

Your startled expression throws him into a fit of laughter. You feel your cheeks flush as you grip your drink closer to your chest, eyes darting around the room. “I- it still tastes good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” His shoulders are still shaking from chuckles and he wipes a tear from his eye before that annoying smirk crosses his face and he picks up the drink he placed on the table somewhere in the midst of your conversation. You frown when he stands up and makes his way around the table to sit next to you. “You know what this drink is called, Sweetie?”

You lean back from how close his face is- you can smell his cologne, something mellow yet expensive. You shake your head.

You realize too late that you have no more couch to scoot away on when your back hits the arm of the couch. You feel sweat pool at the small of your back when his smooth lips brush against your ear. “Sex in the Driveway.”

The tips of your ears burn in a blush. “Oh, fuck off.”

Cater throws his head back and another round of laughter leaves him.  

“Why do drinks have to have such weird names,” you mumble. Looking away from him and taking a sip from your drink.

“I don’t know-” he throws an arm over the back of the couch where you’re squished against the arm of it- “but they’re good conversation starters, no?”

You sigh. “I guess.”

Cater hums, drinking from his Sex in the Driveway before asking: “so, why did Vil bring you, anyway?”

I don’t know either. You scowled, tapping your nails against the side of the glass. “Didn’t have a babysitter, I guess.”

“Babysitter?”

“Yeah, Vil usually has these two guys watch over me for whatever reason- probably because I’m friends with him or something-” you suddenly stopped talking when you realized where you were and who you were talking with: a really fancy club, that had velvet red seats and a corner for rich old white men to play croquet, that was owned by one of the seven most influential mob bosses in Twisted Wonderland- Riddle Rosehearts- and you were currently sitting with one of said mob bosses cronies. You glared at him, scowling. 

He raised his hands shaking his head. “Hey, now, I’m not gonna go snooping for any dirt on Vil- they’re talking about a pseudo-partnership in there currently-” he nods his head to the heart-shaped doors that the three disappeared to earlier- “I don’t want to do anything to- ah- jeopardize that. Riddle’ll have my head, you know?”

“Good.” You say, taking another drink before continuing, “I don’t know anything anyway.”

“Oh? Aren’t you part of the Pomefior group though? They don’t let just anyone in without some sort of knowledge, you know.”

“Yeah, I know that. Might be because I’m one of the only people he trusts with helping him get ready.”

“Oh,” Cater’s eyes shined at that, leaning against your side. “So, you’re like his personal stylist?”

“Something like that. He always comes to my shop when he has time.”

“You have a shop?”

“Yeah, I own a boutique,” you smile. “Vil usually comes and commissions me for his clothes- always so elegant, you know? Really fun to work on and they just fit him. One of my favorite ones to work on was-” you blink, realization hitting you- “the one he’s wearing tonight, actually.”

Cater gasps, he places his drink down on the table, grabbing both of your hands and shuffling so close to you that your chests almost touch. “You’re telling me that you made that suit he’s wearing today?”

You nod, your cheeks warming once again. 

“He’s worn that suit more than once you know? I would do anything to get my hands on a suit like that- it complements his waist so well and the colors-” an almost squeal slips from Cater’s throat as he squeezes your hands- “divine. No one can take their eyes off of him when he wears that thing- well, even without the suit people don’t really take their eyes off of him, but- you get what I mean, don’t you?”

A small drop of pride blossomed in your chest, happy that convincing Vil to let you alter the color pallet had paid off. You nod, “yeah.” There’s a brief moment where you tug your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth before you say, “you know I do take commissions- I can always make you one for the right price.”

“Really?” He reminded you of a puppy in that moment he was practically vibrating with excitement as he half situates himself in your lap. “You’d really do that for me?”

“Well- again- for the right price-”

“No, they wouldn’t. This suit is one of a kind and I do hope it will stay one of a kind. Isn’t that right, my Sweet Potato?”

“I- Vil! I- the meeting! How’d it go?” You feel the blush creep down your neck and over your chest- Cater whining and pressing against you, lamenting the fact that he’d have to commission you something else. 

“Incroyable!” Rook declared from behind Vil (who was still glaring down at you and Cater). “Roi des Roses and Roi du Poison have settled upon an agreement-” Rook wiped an invisible tear away with one hand while he placed the other on his chest- “Belle harmonie.”

“That’s great!” You smile at the small group of men. “That means you guys’ll be friends for a bit, huh? How neat!”

Vil’s brow creased and his lips tugged into a frown- expression caught between concern and frustration. “Who told you-”

“Ah, you’re so cute, (Y/N)-chan!” Cater suddenly wrapped his arms around you causing you to yelp, your face flushing a deeper shade of red. His cheek pressed against yours as he began to chatter: “Did you guys know that they didn’t realize they ordered a Blow Job? I thought they were going to be all hardcore and sexy, but no- they’re so innocent- look at them! Blushing because of a hug!” He laughed squeezing you tighter. “You should really try a Sex in the Driveway next! It’s super yummy, also it’s so aesthetic for pictures.” Cater's voice dropped to a whisper when he added: “even special types of pictures- I have a really nice driveway we can take those pictures at, you know?”

You can feel a scream build in your throat when Vil’s voice- too even, too calm- suddenly cuts in: “I do believe it’s time for us to go. I would appreciate it if you would let my Potato go, Mr. Diamond.”

Cater looks up at him from underneath his eyelashes. “Ah, yes, apologies, Don Schoenhiet.” He lets you go but not before leaving a kiss on your cheek as he grabs his drink and skips away with a wave. “Bye-bye, (Y/N)-chan! See you later!”

You sputtered, feeling like you were going to overheat as you stood on wobbly legs and staggered to Vil’s side. Rook’s fighting the urge to giggle at the situation as the two Dons talk between themselves to wrap up a few loose ends before they nod at one another and Vil is dragging you out the door by your elbow. 

The blast of cool air that blasted against your face as the doors opened pulled a quiet gasp from you. Vil still dragging you by the elbow, his expression fixed on the sleek, black limo that waited in front, a boy with purple hair leaning against the side of it. Rook waves to Epel and he nods, opening the door for the three of you. Well, you thought it was going to be for the three of you, instead you watched as Rook waved at you through the tinted window once the door shut and followed Epel up to the front of the car. 

You chewed on your lip, patting your lap as silence took up the space between you and Vil. He had his legs cross as well as his arms, glaring down at you. You looked up, with a sheepish smile. “So, the meeting went good, right?”

“It went amazing.”

“That’s good.”

The silence was beginning to seep back in again and you went back to chewing on your lip when you heard Vil click his tongue. “Stop doing that.”

“Sorry.” You felt your face flush.

“What were you and Diamond talking about?”

“I- huh?”

“My Sweet Potato, you know I don’t like repeating myself.” His eyes were unwavering and the sound of wind blowing across the frame of the limo seemed to be so much louder with the way the blood rushed to your ears.

You shrugged. “Nothing too interesting, honestly. He told me what my drink was called- which, I will have you know, was a complete accident that I ordered that thing, ok? I saw some guy had one and it had whip cream, that is it.” You rested your chin in your hand as you slouched to lean against your knee, a happy smile on your face, “and then I got to talk about my shop, so that was really nice.” You blink sitting straight again and looking at him: your eyebrows slightly knitted together and an honest shine in your eyes. “If you're worried that he tried to get some info from me about you guys, I didn’t tell him anything! It wouldn’t have worked anyway-” you look almost proud of yourself as you cross your arms over your chest- “I don’t know anything about what you guys do and I told him that to his face.”

“Anything else?”

You looked at Vil, tilting your head. He didn’t seem angry, more like… mildly annoyed? You weren’t completely positive, but the loosening of his eyebrows said that he was at least calming down from whatever set him off. “He… he asked me why you brought me if I didn’t know anything.”

“Oh? And what did you say?”

“I- I said I didn’t know either, probably because I’m your friend and that you couldn’t find my babysitters,” You chuckle to yourself, patting at your lap again. 

Vil blinks at you, before leaning back and covering his eyes with an arm. He sighs. 

You look up at Vil, concern suddenly tickling the bottom of your heart. “Vil?”

“What a silly potato you are.” You feel your face burst into flames as Vil shows you his face once again: his expression is raw- pure adoration and something that you never expected him to show you; the smile on his face is not one that is beautiful and perfectly maintained- it didn’t have a purpose- instead, it was soft, something so vulnerable that you could feel your breath catching in your throat. He leaned towards you, his hands finding your cheeks, he gently rested his forehead against yours. You feel your eyes flutter as you smell his perfume: apples and cinnamon. “I brought you with me because I remember you mentioning you wanted to go there.”

You gasp, an excited glint in your eyes. “I did, didn’t I?”

The smile stayed on his face as he leaned back. “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod. “It was just as pretty as I thought it was going to be- but I like your club a lot more. It’s just so much more…” you scrunch your nose and giggle when you feel him begin to play with your hair. “More you.” You nod, proud that you finally found the words you wanted to say. 

He pauses in twirling your hair, he breaths a laugh. “‘More me’, hm?”

“Yeah! It makes me feel safe,” you laugh, “It’s like being surrounded by your muse you know?” You smile at him. 

Vil pulls you into his arms. You feel him shivering and you wrap your arms around, being mindful not to rumple his suit too much. “Never change, my Sweet Potato.”

“I’m not planning to!”

Another breathy laugh as he brushes his nose against the skin of your neck. Your skin warm with a building blush. You two stay like that: happy, content in each other's arms before he speaks again: “you’re not allowed to converse with Diamond ever again, do you understand me?”

“He’s a potential customer though! I have to talk to him! Also, he seemed like an alright guy-”

“Looks can be deceiving.”

You pull away from the hug crossing your arms, forcing your cheeks to cool down as Vil stares at you with sweet eyes. “That’s not fair. You’re not even my boyfriend.”

“I can change that very easily, Sweet Potato.”

Your cheeks begin to burn as you let out the most pitiful yet happy noise out of your throat. 

<The Next Chosen Characters>

Thank you for reading!

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[bluefuckboy]

@slackslumber @king-queenie

This baby deserves its own post.

I’d like to say Incubus Kiri’s look is based heavily off his hybrid dragon form in the fantasy au

And with that I give you over 4K words of smut

Bakugo tossed another dirtied tissue into the wastebasket next to his desk. It joined the pile of similarly stained tissues and Bakugo felt a twinge of shame as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. The video on his computer was still playing and the sound of porn stars fucking now echoed a bit in his dorm room.

Bakugo hit pause and let his head fall onto the keyboard. Nineteen years and he was still in a steady relationship with his right hand. It was sad, but what was even worse was the fact that every time he tried to muster up the courage to finally go out and find someone to fuck, he would end up chickening out before the date even started.

It also didn’t help that he was into guys. It just made things harder since every guy he’d tried to hook up with thought Bakugo was ready to spread his ass for them no sweat. Like hell he was. He was the one who would be doing the fucking.

He sighed and picked up his phone to scroll through the group of apps he’d downloaded for the sole purpose of finding someone to finally lose his virginity with. All of them were a no go tonight and all the messages were just horny guys telling him how good he’d look pinned under them.

He was about to call it a night when his phone dinged with a message from an unknown sender. It dinged again, and again, and again, until Bakugo shut the sound off to silence the chorus of bells. It was the same message, sent to all the dating apps he had.

Of course his first thought was to delete it since it obviously must be some sort of spam, but he was curious too. He glanced at the message header.

Mistress Midnight’s Midnight Delights

The font was large and gothic and Bakugo’s curiosity got the better of him as he opened the message. It was a link to another app, which Bakugo downloaded for the heck of it since the description “Pleasure with the press of a button” had piqued his interest.

The app was set up like any other dating app would be, except there was no place to fill out a profile. Just categories which included Vanilla, S/M, BDSM, and one called V Card Removal. Bakugo clicked on it and was taken to a page that was exactly what he was looking for. It was a section dedicated entirely to first timers.

He was impressed with the frankness of the app as he scrolled through descriptions ranging from “soft and sweet” to “XXX.” He stopped at one that read “D/S.” He clicked on it and was greeted with several photos of gorgeous guy sprawled out in various positions.

There was a tall, lean guy leaning against a wall with a distant look on his face. His hair was two toned, half white and half red with what looked like a birthmark around one eye. He was very handsome, but Bakugo got the vibe he was probably under the Dom category and he was definitely looking for a Sub.

He scrolled through more photos. There was a guy with crazy yellow hair that looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. He was even wearing what appeared to be a Pikachu costume, complete with ears and a tail that was clearly an anal plug. It made Bakguo’s cheeks hot, but it still wasn’t quite his type.

Another guy who looked the Sub part caught his eye. He was doey eyed with green hair and a spray of freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was laying on a bed, everything visible except for the goods, which were covered by his hands in Marilyn Monroe-like pose. There was even some sparkly linen covering one of this thighs.

Bakugo scrunched his nose up. Definitely not his type. That guy would probably cry during sex and then tell you he loved you as you were trying to sneak out the door the next morning. Bakugo wanted someone who would gladly suck his cock or ask him to fuck them and make him feel like this wasn’t a desperate final attempt to no longer be a virgin.

He scrolled past green haired boy and stopped as the next photo made him do a double take. It was a red haired guy, well built with a coy, toothless smile that made Bakugo’s stomach drop slightly. He was super cute and dressed in what appeared to be a doggy kink get up.

A bright red collar circled his neck and he was holding a bone in one hand while the other rested on his knees, which were pulled up to his chest, showing off just enough of his firm thighs to make Bakugo want to grip them tightly as he made the guy whimper like a naughty puppy.

Bakugo clicked on the picture. A pop up appeared.

Would you like to summon, Red?

Red must be what the guy went by, which was fitting. Bakugo found the wording a bit strange, but the slight sparkle in this guy’s eyes made Bakguo’s throat tighten up. He slammed his thumb onto the “Summon” option.

To his surprise the phone became searing hot in his palm. He cursed and dropped it onto the floor. It started vibrating violently and Bakugo was sure he must have just downloaded a virus. But then it stopped and the air seemed to thicken.

It felt like it was weighing down on Bakugo making it hard to breathe. The phone was buzzing again, but rhythmically this time. The screen was glowing red and it got brighter and brighter until Bakugo had to cover his eyes when it became almost blinding. There was a sudden rush of air from nowhere and the atmosphere changed from suffocating to calm. There was even a scent that reminded Bakguo of a high end cologne.

He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the afterimage of the bright light from the phone. The room had gone dark again as Bakugo had the lights dimmed for his me time. As his eyes adjusted his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. There was someone standing in the middle of his room.

He nearly fell over in his attempt to scramble away from the large, imposing figure. He groped for something, anything that he could possibly use to defend himself. He ended up ripping the keyboard from its spot next to the monitor, holding it in front of him like it was some sort of shield as he spoke in a shaky voice.

“Who the hell are you? How the fuck did you get in my room?”

The figure didn’t reply. There was what sounded like a snap and the room was suddenly bathed in soft lighting from sources that seemed to appear out of thin air. There were candles that had popped into existence, flickering slightly.

Now that there was adequate light, Bakugo could see that the hulking figure was none other than the guy, Red, that he had hit “summon” on. But he was far different from his photo.

For starters he was jacked as shit, way more muscular than the photo had let on. He was wearing what appeared to be tight leather pants that revealed he was packing some major heat. He had leather boots that stretched nearly up to his knees and he was completely shirtless.

Bakugo noticed there was a tattoo on the guys left shoulder that looked like the Roman Numeral for 5. In looking at the tattoo, Bakugo’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the bulging bicep it was above, which flexed as the guy crossed his arms.

“You called?”

His voice was dangerously low and gravelly. Bakugo’s eyes darted up to his face. He was handsome for sure, but his features were sharper than Bakguo had expected and there was a scar over one his eyes, which were a deep, dark color that Bakugo couldn’t quite make out in the low lighting.

They seemed to glint a bit as the guy cocked his head and growled, “Come on kid I haven’t got all day. What’ll be?”

Bakugo’s mouth gaped open and he managed to stammer out, “You’re that guy from the app? Red, right?”

Red nodded, but his expression was bored. “Yeah that’s me. But you can call me whatever you want to tonight, sweetheart.”

Bakugo eyes widened and he was about to give an angry retort, but Red was suddenly in front of him. It was too fast for a normal human. He was simply just there, mere inches away from Bakugo, who found himself pinned against the desk. He panicked and shoved the wireless keyboard into Red’s broad chest in an attempt to push him away, but it was entirely useless.

Red’s chuckle sent a chill down Bakugo’s spine and he shimmied the keyboard out of Bakugo’s shaking hands, tossing it to the side.

“Hey!” Bakugo yelled, “That shit’s expensive you ass!”

He could feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins now and it gave him a momentary bout of courage to say, “I clicked on a cute submissive guy, not you, you crazy shithead.”

Red looked confused for a second, but then his face broke into a grin. His casual laugh caught Bakugo off guard and Red said, “Shit. That’s my bad. I forgot to update that photo.”

He was suddenly too close for comfort and Bakugo could feel his hot breath against his face as Red crooned, “I used to play the sweet puppy act, but now I’m more of an alpha.”

He grinned again, this time showing teeth which were unnaturally sharp. Bakugo shivered as Red whispered, “I can be the Big Bad Wolf if you want, babe.”

Bakugo felt the edge of the desk dig into the small of his back as he tried to lean back as Red came closer. He loomed over him and Bakugo felt small and almost vulnerable. This wasn’t what he wanted, and the taunting smirk on Red’s face was making him even more pissed off.

He somehow managed to wriggle his arms up and pound his fists into Red’s chest, which was sold as a rock. It was enough to provide a small sliver of space for Bakugo to shimmy out of Red’s grasp and stand in front of him.

“Go back to wherever the fuck you came from and get the fuck out of my room.”

Red cocked an eyebrow. “Aw you’re kicking me out? But I’m just getting started. We pride ourselves on service at Mistress Midnight’s. So I’m not leaving until you’re satisfied.”

Red was suddenly right next to him again. Bakugo didn’t have time to try and maneuver out of the way as the man’s wide palms were at his hips, holding him in place. That heavy, almost suffocating feeling was in the atmosphere again.

“Let me go!” Bakugo growled, struggling in vain, his fists pounding against Red’s chest.

One of Bakugo’s wrists was grabbed by Red and yanked back so that they were pressed flush against each other. Red’s other hand was now on Bakugo’s ass and Bakugo could feel the heat between their bodies.

The hand on Bakugo’s ass slipped into his boxers. Red’s palm was like fire against Bakguo’s skin and he hissed slightly as he tried to pull out of Red’s vice like grip. The air grew even thicker and Bakugo’s lungs felt like they were about to cave in, but then everything seemed to stop as Red pressed their lips together.

Bakugo wasn’t just a a virgin sexually. He had also never kissed anyone before. The sensation was strange, a tingly feeling that had him focusing on the soft give of Red’s lips instead of the hand kneading his asscheck slightly.

Bakugo inhaled sharply as something wet came to tease at the seam of his lips. Red’s tongue slipped past Bakugo’s lips, snaking it’s way past his teeth and forcing Bakugo’s mouth open. Bakugo panted into Red’s mouth as Red’s tongue caressed every inch of Bakugo’s mouth, until Bakugo’s knees began to shake.

When Red finally pulled back Bakugo was gasping for air. He knew kissing was supposed to be good, but this was on another level. His lips felt swollen and he flinched as Red dragged a thumb along his bottom lip, gathering the bit of spit that coated it. Bakugo watched with wide eyes as Red sucked the saliva off the pad of his thumb with an obscene pop before smacking his lips.

“You virgins always taste so sweet,” Red commented.

Bakugo flushed and he looked down sheepishly at his feet. In doing so he noticed the boner he must have popped at some point during their make out session. Out of habit he tried to cover himself with the hand that wasn’t being held by Red, but it was snatched away so both his wrists were in Red’s grasp.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. This the whole reason I’m here, remember?”

Red punctuated the statement by grinding his hips into Bakugo’s. Bakugo let out a very unmanly squeal as he felt Red’s own erection press against him. Red made a strange noise, but Bakugo didn’t have time to register it as he was suddenly being slammed into the wall.

His back hit with a solid thud and the air was knocked out of him. He gasped for breath, but then forgot how to breathe entirely as he saw that Red’s eyes were glowing, the pupils thin slits, almost reptilian.

But it wasn’t just Red’s eyes that had changed. His teeth were sharp like a shark’s, glistening in dim room. Black horns topped his forehead, fitting perfectly with the spikes of his red hair. The tips of his ears had elongated slightly, ending in distinct points. The hands that came to cup Bakugo’s ass again ended in sharp points that stung as Red dug his nails in. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Red had suddenly sprouted wings. Giant, leathery wings that looked bat-like. They were folded, but flared out slightly as he grinned at Bakugo wickedly. Something caught Bakugo’s attention from the corner of his eye. There was also a tail flipping back and forth behind Red, which ended in a heart shaped spike.

“Y-youre a demon?” Bakugo gasped, shaking even more now.

Red’s wings flattened agains his back. “In broad terms sure. But the correct word is Incubus.”

“Incuwhat?”

“To put it very simply, a sex demon.”

“S-sex demon?”

Bakugo’s whole body was hot. Red’s now inhuman appearance was frightening, but there was something also oddly erotic about it. His eyes seemed to draw you in and despite how dangerous they looked, Bakugo found himself wanting to delve his tongue into Red’s mouth now, tracing the points of those teeth. Said teeth were suddenly nibbling lightly at Bakugo’s neck, down his collarbone which Red laved his tongue over, dipping into the hollow and making Bakugo’s body spasm.

He’d been turned on plenty of times but this was different. It was like his body was craving more each time Red would touch him. He wanted to feel Red’s naked chest against his own, and he found himself clumsily trying to yank his shirt off.

Red chuckled and the garment was discarded along with Bakugo’s boxers, leaving Bakugo entirely exposed. Red’s eyes flicked over Bakugo’s trembling body and it felt like everywhere he looked became hot. Bakugo’s cock was already fully erect and Red’s eyes lingered on it.

He pursed his lips, as though in thought, and then he was kissing Bakugo with such force that Bakguo thought he might suffocate. Red’s mouth was wet and hot, but there was something snaking up his leg, winding round his thigh, dancing lightly over the dip in his pelvis until he felt it coil round his throbbing cock.

It was Red’s tail, wrapping Bakguo from base to tip, making him mewl into Red’s mouth. The pressure around his cock was just enough to make Bakugo want more, it was almost a tease, but then the tip of Red’s tail flicked over the head of Bakugo’s cock.

It was a completely foreign feeling, rough, but warm, and agonizingly stimulating. Red’s tail tightened around Bakugo’s cock and he began to pump him slowly while he teased Bakugo’s slit, which was dripping precum onto the leathery skin.

Red separated their mouths briefly and Bakugo gasped for air. Red’s eyes were hypnotizing and the slow fuck of his tail around Bakugo’s cock had him close to orgasm. But then the sensation was suddenly gone and Bakugo made a disappointed noise.

Red chuckled, “Don’t worry. We’re only getting started.”

Bakguo was swept up effortlessly by Red’s strong arms and deposited on his bed, still very much naked, and still very much aroused. Red stood over the bed, looking like a predator deciding how to devour its prey. His wings flexed slightly.

“You know what, I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’ll give you some special service. But first I wanna see you on your hands and knees.”

Bakugo’s brow furrowed. “My what?”

Red’s eyes began to glow brighter. “I said get on all fours.”

It was an order and Bakugo scrambled to position himself on the bed. He looked up at Red, who tutted at him before bending down so their faces were level. Bakugo’s eyelids were heavy and he opened his mouth eagerly for Red as they shared a languid kiss.

But then another order came. “Turn around.”

Bakugo hesitantly maneuvered so his backside was toward Red. He couldn’t help the blush that spread over his cheeks and all the way down to his chest. He could hear Red make a noise of approval and then Bakugo’s head was being shoved down into the sheets so his ass was in the air.

“Now be a good boy and stay still.”

Bakugo flinched as Red cupped his ass. The claws on his fingers dug into the skin ever so slightly and Bakugo tried to move away but was stopped with a hard slap to his left cheek followed by a growl from Red.

“I said don’t move.”

Bakugo’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears. The sting from where Red had slapped him was turning him on even more. He wanted to feel more so he purposefully pushed himself up from the bed.

Red’s claws dug into his scalp almost instantly, forcing his head back down as the satisfying sound of Red’s palm hitting the creamy skin of Bakugo’s ass echoed through the room. Bakguo moaned slightly and the grip on his hair vanished.

He could feel Red’s hands cup the angry red marks he’d left on Bakugo’s ass. Near perfect handprints. But Red was far from done as he spread Bakugo open. It was what Bakugo had wanted to do to the cute boy in a collar. But instead he was being worked open by a demon whose hot breath beat against his quivering hole.

Bakugo buried his face deeper in the the sheets, balling them up with his fists as he felt something wet flick at his entrance. Red’s hands tightened on Bakugo’s cheeks and then Bakugo cried out as Red’s tongue pressed into him ever so slightly.

Bakugo had tried anal play once, just to see if it was anything he was interested in. He’d managed to get two fingers in, but could never find the sweet spot he’d heard about, which was part of the reason he wanted to top.

But now, as Red’s tongue circled rings of muscles, any remaining wishes to top were long gone. In fact he found himself trying to lean in closer to Red, who was fucking him slowly with a tongue that was far to long for any human being.

It was reaching places Bakugo didn’t even know he had. Red curled his tongue slightly and Backugo let out a muffled scream of pleasure. He had the sheets between his teeth now, biting down in an attempt to keep quiet as this was a dorm.

But Red seemed to have other ideas. His tongue was pulled out, making Bakugo’s body shake. He felt the bed dip and then Red was draped over him, his chest pressed flush against Bakugo’s sweaty back. Somehow Red’s pant’s were gone and Bakugo could feel something firm and hot slide between his cheeks for a moment.

Red yanked the sheet out of Bakugo’s mouth and replaced it with two of his fingers, hooking them into Bakugo’s bottom jaw. He couldn’t feel the points of Red’s claws, but sharp teeth came to nibble on his ear as Red whispered.

“I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you.”

Bakugo’s last bit of sanity snapped as he felt the tip of Red’s tail suddenly slip inside of his quivering hole. The fingers in his mouth were making him drool onto the sheets. The flared tip of Red’s tail had slid in surprisingly easily and Bakugo clenched around it.

He let out a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making as the tip of Red’s tail brushed against an area that had Bakugo seeing stars. He heard a growl of approval, and the fingers in his mouth were taken out.

“Tell me what you want,” Red asked, his voice a low rumble.

Bakugo’s voice shook as he found himself saying, “I want you to fuck me.”

Red smiled devilishly. “Good boy. Now scream for me.”

The tip of the tail pressed right against Bakugo’s prostate and Bakugo let out a high pitched whine. It didn’t seem to satisfy Red though and his tail was slipped out quickly, leaving Bakugo’s hole clenching at air. But then the solid head of Red’s cock was there.

Red pushed in ever so slightly and Bakugo whined.

“You want more?”

Bakugo could only nod, his head bobbing up and down erratically as he panted into the sheets. Red’s tail wrapped around Bakugo’s right leg, almost holding him there as he positioned himself at Bakugo’s entrance.

In one thrust he entered him all the way and Bakugo did indeed scream. It felt like he was being ripped apart. Red’s cock was huge, filling him up in a way he never knew he wanted. He cried out again as Red pulled out before slamming back in.

Bakugo cummed as Red’s cock hit his prostate. He could feel himself clench around Red and it was almost too much as Red pulled out again and started fucking him hard and fast. Bakugo’s muscles relaxed slightly after his orgasm and somehow Red slid even deeper into him.

A low growl rumbled from behind Bakugo’s head and he felt wet strands of saliva dripping onto his back. He somehow managed to glance up at Red and the sight pushed him forward into a second orgasm.

The incubus looked like an animal in heat. He was salivating, panting heavily as he fucked into Bakugo. His wings had spread out so they filled the cavity between the bed and the ceiling. They trembled with what Bakugo hoped was Red’s own pleasure. Red’s tail tightened around Bakgugo’s leg and then Red came.

As he did he dug his claws into Bakugo’s hips, but Bakugo didn’t register the pain. He was entirely fixated on the feel of Red’s hot cum filling him up. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and it was amazing. Red was still thrusting and Bakugo didn’t expect to feel even more spurts of cum shoot inside him. It was like Red was trying to pump him full.

With a loud moan Red’s forehead fell to rest on Bakugo’s shoulder. Bakugo could feel breath beat against his skin, cooling the saliva sticking to it. When Red finally pulled out Bakugo felt slick sliding out of him. He shuddered and tried to look up at Red again, but he couldn’t.

He was feeling strange all of a sudden. Like his body was being dragged down into the bed, his limbs becoming heavy. It was becoming hard to focus and a soft buzzing was starting to fill his head.

He was lifted like a rag doll and plopped back onto the bed. Red’s wet tongue swept up his abdomen and Bakugo shivered. He groaned as he felt Red’s mouth at his cock for a moment, licking up the cum that had dribbled down. He felt a strange sensation at the jut of his hip. It burned slightly but then it was over and exhaustion and post coitus bliss washed over him, drowning him into a deep sleep.

He faintly heard Red say something to him, but he was out before he could understand what it was.

When he awoke the next morning he was tucked into bed. His phone was on the nightstand, sheets neat and clean as though last night had never happened. Bakugo wondered if that was the case. It could have been one hell of a dream, and probably had to be.

An incubus fucking him senseless? That was the stuff of fiction. Bakugo sighed. He didn’t deny the fact that part of him wished it had been real. He could almost feel the burn from Red’s hands on his ass. As he shifted slightly, he did feel something with his ass however. It was a numb feeling and he sprung up, regretting doing so as his back throbbed painfully.

He tore the sheets off and waddled over to the mirror hanging on the closet door. Sure enough, as he yanked his boxers down there were distinctly shaped red marks on each cheek. It made Bakguo’s heart flutter for some reason, but then he noticed something else.

There was another mark on his hip. It was writing. He craned his neck down to make it out. It looked like it had been written with a sharp object and was more of a scar than anything. Bakugo’s eyebrows raised at the words.

Property of Eijiro

Eijiro? Bakugo didn’t know an Eijiro. He was thoroughly confused but then the moment before he passed out came rushing back. Red had carved this into him. He’d also whispered to him words which made Bakugo shiver remembering them.

“Next time I want my name on your lips as you cum. You’re mine now.”

[maxwell-grant]

So, you've stated that, contrary to popular opinion, you don't think Batman counts as a Pulp Hero. Which then begets the question, what superheroes DO you think count?

I don’t think “Batman is a pulp hero” is that much of a popular opinion, since the popular opinion regarding pulp heroes is largely that they are just the guys that came before Batman and after Sherlock, which is a very simple and not really inaccurate way of looking at it, even if that obviously leaves out a lot and isn’t how I or others use the term. Batman’s primarily a superhero, the 2nd biggest figurehead of the superhero as a concept, and DC’s even published at least two stories that exist largely to demonstrate that Batman isn’t one but is also totally better than all of them put together, which is part of why I get a little iffed when Batman’s called a pulp hero like he doesn’t have enough going on for him already.

I think Batman (and Superman), James Bond and Star Wars are three very clear examples of fiction that’s inspired by pulp, clearly exists in reference to it, but also clearly belongs to different forms of storytelling and have grown into separate cultural institutions. There’s a very clear point where Batman stopped being a Shadow knock-off and grew into his own character, like there’s a clear point where the pulp sci-fi influence on Star Wars ends, and the paperback heroes were part of what killed the pulps to begin with.

I’ve said before that there isn’t that much of a difference between a superhero and a pulp hero besides the medium they were made for and what the terms imply and the central conceits across the two, and part of that is because, while superhero is a vague term, it still operates by certain rules and definitions and molds, where as pulp hero, when you get down to it, is kinda of a non-sequitur term that only really exists to try and frame the characters of the pulps (from the 1900s to the 1950s) and the like into a similar frame as the superheroes, and that in itself doesn’t really hold up the more you start to pick at it (if we stuck to pulp magazines only, like we should in theory, Green Hornet, Rocketeer, The Spirit, The Phantom, Dick Tracy, Indiana Jones and countless others would not be pulp heroes, for starters, and yet clearly they are popularly considered such).

Still, we have to draw the line at some point, and Batman is one of those points where I think a line needs to be drawn. I don’t think pulp heroes and superheroes are mutually exclusive, but they are not the same thing, and I’d argue much of what truly defines pulp heroes is the ways in which they are not like superheroes, or the heroes that came before them. 

In that regard, the first character to really be both a pulp hero as well as a true superhero, is clearly The Phantom. 

The Phantom’s status is a complicated one, and the question of whether or not he is the first superhero probably deserves a separate post. The Phantom is essentially a combination of the archetypes embodied by The Shadow and Tarzan, who broke from tradition by wearing a colorful costume and by having adventures in comic strips instead of literature. There’s no standard that defines Batman as a superhero that The Phantom does not meet and then some, and if The Phantom had been created by DC Comics shortly after Superman, if he switched places historically with Batman, he'd be considered just as integral to the whole superhero concept as Batman is, and it probably wouldn't even be that different. Batman was just lucky he got to be there at Superman's side when the superhero was born (well, repackaged and given a fancy new name, mostly)

Sometimes a character’s status in history has less to do with how innovative or popular they were, and more with just being at the right/wrong place at the right/wrong time. Like Golden Bat, the forerunner of all sentai heroes. If he'd been created in America, and was as popular in it as he was in Japan, if he was as instrumental to spawning the existence of a superhero genre and superhero characters as Superman was, he would be pretty indisputably the first superhero. 

But putting that aside, The Phantom provides a very clean, very clear look at what it looks like when you combine pulp heroes and superheroes. He is a pulp hero at his core, but with unique traits that break from tradition and have become common place in superhero stories, who lives in comic strips that are closer to comic books than the pulps that inspired him. You can almost tell exactly where The Shadow and Tarzan end with him, and where Batman and Superman begin. He’s a pure transitional fossil, and that particular combination of Dark Avenger, Jungle Hero and Super Hero rolled into one wouldn’t be seen again until Black Panther.

There’s a lot of characters across the superhero landscape who tend to be much closer to the pulp heroes than their contemporary superheroes, usually because they are directly referencing the pulps or pulp-adjacent time periods, more often than not specifically because they are referencing The Shadow or Shadow-influenced characters. A lot of public domain superheroes tend to inhabit the same spaces as pulp heroes. There’s a weird line where these characters have so much in common with pulp heroes that they barely even resemble superheroes, but because they live in superhero universes, they cross those lines as well. The Question, for example, is an almost textbook pulp detective, with his mask and odd gadgetry not even being that much more super than something a character like Moon Man or Green Hornet would have, but The Question also sometimes hangs out with the Justice League and gets into multiverse shenanigans.

Marvel’s Night Raven is for all intents and purposes their take on The Shadow as an urban icon of grim justice, except he’s a Marvel character, so naturally he leans heavily on horror and people’s moral failings. And on that note, a lot of Alan Moore’s work on America’s Best Comics, like Tom Strong and Top 10, as well as some of his other projects like V For Vendetta (he named The Shadow as one of the major inspirations for the central character) and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, also goes strongly into pulp material as well as his work on superheroes. DC’s Wild Dog was literally conceived by his creator as a modern Shadow, with the caveat, in his own words, being “today, if you want to strike fear into people's hearts, don't dress like the Shadow, dress like Jason!”. And Spider-Man Noir has gradually become Marvel’s most popular equivalent to a pulp hero, with Into The Spiderverse going fully into the idea by giving him a trenchcoat and fedora and over-the-top dark mannerisms and lines courtesy of Nick Cage. 

One character I think serves as one of the most prominent examples of a true combination between a pulp hero and a super hero is Moon Knight, a character that used to be derogatorily known as Marvel’s Batman but thankfully has been receiving greater appreciation recently, partially thanks to dedicated memes and a greater usage in comics. Doug Moench infused Moon Knight with a lot of similarities to The Shadow, as @orionstarb0y lists here, and one time he even tried out ripping one of The Shadow’s catchphrases 

Moon Knight is a character who has sort of straddled lines as the years went by, from his first appearence as an antagonist in Werewolf by Night, to solo outings trying to carve out a niche for himself, to brief and lame attempts to really make him Marvel’s Batman, to excellent runs that took the character down to the gritty bones of his archetype, and everything in between. Moon Knight’s superpower is that his brain is supernaturally batshit, and just how batshit and supernatural he is varies depending on the story. Sometimes he’s just a guy with too much money and training who has to contend with his own demons, and sometimes the moon god he serves gives him enough superpowers to fight an Avenger for a week. Sometimes he rips people’s nipples off, sometimes he practices poses in front of the mirror, and sometimes he goes fishing with his split personalities. It’s that kind of variety show weirdness that ultimately makes me consider Moon Knight a pulp hero-super hero hybrid, traits from both remixed together in a interesting, if inconsistent, new package. 

Superheroes have become such an omnipresent aspect of pop culture over the past decades that pretty much every modern character that could reasonably be considered a pulp hero also has aspects that cross over into superheroics, with the few examples that are more “true-to-text” consisting of smaller scale characters like Lavender Jack or Grendel. I’d argue it’s not so much the definitions themselves that matter, so much as whether interesting things are done when playing around with the archetypes. That’s ultimately what’s always going to be what makes or break a successful example of pulp hero or superhero, or everything in between. 

[a-earthssprout]

🌼🐌 @ethereallyloved​ wants to play ! // starter call 🍄

" LLL … LIKE THIS, JADE? " 

Little Ari was hopeful that she had followed the instructions correctly — sometimes, there were just far too many steps to get things right! After all, the steps were outlined both simply and kindly — glue first, then macaroni. The harder part was not confusing the order in which they must go … 

So Ari presented this tiny craft, where dried and colored macaroni noodles made for a poorly - shaped heart. Balancing this thin sheet as best as she could ( since the glue was not yet dry ) she showed her final product to Jade. 

" di … did I do it rrr … right … ? is my heart v — very, very pretty? " 

" I made my heart for j — j … ja … for Jade! " 

[your-dietician]

Best extended 4th of July tech sales 2021

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Grab yourself a tech toy; these extended 4th of July tech sales are popping! (Photo: Yahoo Life)

The 4th of July weekend might be over, but its tech sales still remain. That’s right! It’s time to save big on all manner of electronics. Thanks to mid-year release cycles and post-Prime Day overstock, post-July 4th is one of the best moments to shop for all things tech and the sales are still deep.

Whether you’ve had your eye on a new big-screen TV, a cushy pair of premium headphones or a starter set of smart home devices, this post-holiday weekend represents a window of opportunity. The price drops are epic! 

To save you time, we’ve gathered the very best still-alive 4th of July tech deals from Amazon, Walmart, Best Buy, Lowe’s and more. You’ll find products ranging from small (hello, AirPods) to large (70-inch 4K Samsung TV, anyone?) at amazing discounts.

Snap up the best extended 4th of July tech sales below:

Best 4K-TV sales

A massive Samsung 70-inch 4K TV for just $680? Yes, please! (Photo: Best Buy)

Still on sale for $700 (was $750), this Samsung 70-inch Class 7 Series LED 4K Ultra HD Smart TV has a massive 70-inch display with full 4K Ultra HD resolution; vivid, bright colors and deep, dark black levels. That exceptional picture quality supports HDR (High Dynamic Range) movies and TV shows for the best 4K viewing experience around. And shoppers say this 4K TV is great for families.

“…The whole family loves it, especially my husband,” raved a delighted five-star Best Buy reviewer. “He is so glad we got this! Both him and our son love gaming on this nice sized TV. My daughter and I enjoy watching our shows. We are all pleased to say the least!…”

It’s also Wi-Fi-enabled with smart home support for Alexa, Google Assistant and Samsung’s Bixby. Video-streaming capability is also baked into this cake. Translation: You won’t have to buy a separate device to watch Netflix, YouTube, HBO Max, Apple TV+, Hulu, Peacock, Paramount+, Disney+ and much, much more. You’re ready to start binge-watching as soon as you turn it on.

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Check out more 4th of July 4K-TV sales below:

Toshiba 43-inch 43C350KU C350 Series LED 4K Ultra HD Smart Fire TV, $320 (was $370), amazon.com

Insignia 55-inch NS-55F301NA22 F30 Series LED 4K Ultra HD Smart Fire TV, $400 (was $500), amazon.com

Sony 55-inch Class X80J Series LED 4K Ultra HD Smart Google TV, $750 (was $950), bestbuy.com

LG 65-inch Class 4K Ultra HD NanoCell Smart TV, $997 (was $1,200), walmart.com

LG 65-inch Class CX Series OLED 4K Ultra HD Smart webOS TV, $1,900 (was $2,200), bestbuy.com

Sony 65-inch Class X80J Series LED 4K Ultra HD Smart Google TV, $900 (was $1,150), bestbuy.com

Best home audio sales

Get these Beats beauties for half price right now! (Photo: Walmart)

On sale for $149 (was $300) for post-4th of July, the Beats Solo Pro Headphones sync to just about any smartphone or laptop via Bluetooth, delivering rich audio and heart-thumping bass. Super sleek, the pro-level headphones come in Gray and Ivory. They’re noise-canceling, so you can block out just about all background and ambient noise to enjoy your favorite music and podcasts.

“These beats are so pretty. They sound amazing and definitely block out background noise,” raved a savvy Walmart shopper. “They charge and are compatible with iPhones��.” 

The Beats have up to 40 hours of battery life per charge, so you don’t have to be tethered to an outlet all day long. They pump out a solid stream of music with top-notch audio for nearly two days — impressive, considering that most wireless headphones tap out after about 30 hours.

Check out more home audio sales below:

Bietrun Wireless Bluetooth Earbuds, $26 (was $130), walmart.com

Beats Flex Wireless Earbuds, $39 (was $50), amazon.com

Apple AirPods (wireless charging case), $160 (was $199), amazon.com

Apple AirPods Max, $490 (was $549), amazon.com

Philips Wireless In-Ear Headphones, $30 (was $60), walmart.com

Beats Solo3 Wireless On-Ear Headphones, $120 (was $200), amazon.com

Samsung Galaxy Buds+, $100 (was $150), bestbuy.com

Meidong Bluetooth Noise-Canceling Over-Ear Headphones, $35 (was $70), walmart.com

Best smartphone and tablet sales

An iPad with 40,000+ five star reviews, for less than $300? Is this for real? (Photo: Amazon)

On sale for $299 (was $329), the latest entry-level iPad model (32GB/Wi-Fi model) has the same impressive 10.2-inch display, quick Touch ID fingerprint sensor and 3GB of memory as the last version, but it features a speedier processor. You’ll notice — and appreciate — the speed with any videos, web sites or games. (For the tech savvy, the speed comes from Apple’s A12 Bionic chip). To say this thing is popular is an understatement: It has a ridiculous 40,000+ five-star reviews!

“I love it! It’s fast and easy to use plus it’s super affordable compared to the other models,” wrote a satisfied Amazon shopper. “The display is beautiful and picture quality is great…It’s like I have a mini laptop everywhere I go. Perfect for students, the screen quality is amazing and the battery lasts all day long.”

Check out more smartphone and tablet sales below:

Apple iPad Air (10.9-inch, Wi-Fi, 256GB), $699 (was $749), amazon.com

Core Innovations 7-inch, $54 (was $70), bhphotovideo.com

onn. 8-inch Tablet Pro, $79 (was $99), walmart.com

Samsung Galaxy A11 (Net10), $99 (was $149), walmart.com

Lenovo Tab M10 Plus, $160 (was $200), bestbuy.com

Best video game sales

Save 60 percent on super-popular games. (Photo: Amazon)

On sale for $20 (down from $50), BioShock: The Collection features all three games in the popular franchise: Bioshock Remastered, Bioshock 2 and Bioshock Infinite. These fun-tastic games explore futuristic science fiction worlds underwater and above the clouds.

“One of the best video game trilogies of modern gaming,” raved a delighted gamer. “All three games play and look fantastic, and 2k has done a great job with the attention to detail with all of them. I’ve had zero performance issues.”

Check out more video game sales below:

Luna Gaming Controller, $56 (was $70), amazon.com

NBA 2K21 (Xbox Series X), $20 (was $70), amazon.com

Mafia: Definitive Edition (PS4), $20 (was $40), amazon.com

Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare (PS4), $15 (was $40), amazon.com

The Sims 4 (Xbox One), $5 (was $50), cdkeys.com

Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six Siege (Xbox One), $13 (was $35), cdkeys.com

Minecraft (Xbox One), $10 (was $30), cdkeys.com

Outriders: Day One Edition (PS4), $40 (was $60), walmart.com

Microsoft Xbox Series S 512GB with Xbox Game Pass and Accessories, $636 (was $700), qvc.com

Grand Theft Auto V: Premium Edition (PS4), $20 (was $60), walmart.com

Madden NFL 21 (Xbox One), $20 (was $60), walmart.com

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (Xbox One), $30 (was $60), walmart.com

The Pillars of The Earth (PS4), $29 (was $45), walmart.com

Crash Team Racing: Nitro Fueled (PS4), $34 (was $40), walmart.com

PlayStation Plus Membership (12 months), $39 (was $60), cdkeys.com

Playstation Plus Membership (three months), $20 (was $25), cdkeys.com

Best smart-home sales

Start building the smart home of your dreams today, with this discounted bundle. (Photo: Lowe’s)

For this extended 4th of July sale, Lowe’s is giving you a chance to score the Google Nest Mini (second generation) and GE Smart Plug for just $40 (was $60).

The next-gen Nest Mini packs the Google Assistant into a sleek design with really great sound. Enjoy crisp vocals and balanced bass while you stream songs from Spotify, YouTube Music, SiriusXM, Pandora, Apple Music and more. Want a smart home? Now’s the time! If you have a phone in your pocket and a Wi-Fi network at home, you’re well on your way to building a smart home.

Plus, the bundle includes the GE Smart Plug (a $15 value), which can easily pair with the Google Nest Mini. Simply plug into a wall outlet, then plug in anything — a lamp, a TV or even a coffeemaker.

Then connect the plug to your Wi-Fi network and use your phone to sync to the Google Home app (for Android smartphones and Apple iPhones). That’s it! Now you can control just about anything in your home with your phone or just the sound of your voice via the Google Assistant. Fun!

“I am amazed at how much sound can come out of this little bitty device,” raved a delighted five-star Lowe’s reviewer. “The ease of setting this little unit up via Wi-Fi was a breeze. All I have done so far was talk to the device and it does what I ask with the weather even popping up on occasion which is what I was looking at. I like the fact that it sync to my devices with the calendar update with the busy schedule I have…I would recommend this little device for not only sound, but also ease of use. It can make your life simple and up-to-date if you carry a busy workload. Set a reminder and it will remind you even with a little music.”

Check out more smart-home sales below:

TP-Link N300 WiFi Extender (TL-WA855RE), $17 (was $30), amazon.com

Google Nest Mini, $35 (was $49), lowes.com

Google Nest Learning Smart Thermostat, $199 (was $249), lowes.com

Google Nest Hello, $149 (was $229), lowes.com

Lenovo Smart Clock Essential, $30 (was $50), lowes.com

Brookstone PhotoShare Digital Picture Frame, $110 (was $130), lowes.com

Moen 7594BL Arbor One-Handle Pulldown Kitchen Faucet, $289 (was $500), amazon.com

Honeywell RLV4300A1005 5-2 Day Programmable Thermostat (renewed), $10 (was $35), eBay.com

Google Nest Cam Indoor Security Camera, $130 (was $200), walmart.com

Defender Ultra HD 4K Wired Outdoor Security System (1TB), $260 (was $450), walmart.com

Monoprice Wireless Smart Outdoor Dual Socket, $25 (was $38), target.com

XODO Smart Wi-Fi HD Video Doorbell, $90 (was $150), walmart.com

DHcamera Wired Spotlight Cam HD Security Camera, $150 (was $230), walmart.com

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Sunshower 5

Evening is finally giving way to night. The flag decoration are starting glow and people are preparing to have the time of there lives. Sun and Neptune walking to the Belladonna house carefree. The blue haired boy has ditched his jacket with googles tonight in favor of a simple red v neck and ocean blue jeans. His fingers are fiddling with a silver necklace. Sun actually has his shirt buttoned up.

Sun:I can’t believe you’ve changed your look for this; it’s just a party.

Neptune:I know that. I just have an excuse to change up my style a bit. Maybe you should try it sometime dork.

Sun:My style is just fine. You’re lucky I agreed to button my shirt; even though we’re on an island having a party.

Neptune:I’m just trying to help you out. If someone spills something on you then at least you had a little protection.

Sun:Why would I get anything spilled on me?

Neptune:Just in case you storm off angry from seeing Blake and Yang together.

Sun:I won’t be- look dude, she made her choice and no matter what I’m happy for her.

Neptune:That doesn’t me you’re not allowed to be sad about it too.

Sun:.....

Neptune:*puts arm around him* Listen man, it’s okay to be not okay. No one is expecting you to be all smiles about this from the jump.

Sun:You’re wrong.....Blake is. *breaks away from him. I’m gonna run up ahead and just scope things out. Maybe get some food. As for you....

He grabs ahold of Neptune’s shoulders and turns him to the left. A couple feet away is a deer faunus that quickly turns away flushed; her eyes obviously trying to steal more looks at the boy.

Sun:Have fun, and please do not be stupid. If you do something bad then Ghira will murder me.

Neptune:Kali would save you.

Sun:Let’s not put that to the test okay buddy?

He sends him off with a pat on the back and proceeds to run off. Despite the circumstances, Sun is glad to see everyone in a festive mood and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. On the way up the stairs he hears all the plans and laughter from passing strangers; including their appreciation for all decorations. It was good to know that his and Ilia’s work hadn’t gone unnoticed. Little bit hard for it to do that sense it glows in the dark.

Sun:*climbs palm tree* (I wonder if Ilia is already inside? If I had to guess then maybe she’d be by the-) *spots Yang on the balcony*

Yang:*waving* Hey stranger! You just gonna stand over there or come inside? Let’s talk!

Sun:.......(guess this happening now) Sure thing!

xxx

Everyone:*dancing and laughing*

Ilia:*against the wall* (Why am I even here?) *sipping beer* (I bet I could just say I showed up but couldn’t find-)

Blake:Hey Ilia!

Ilia:cough Blake!? cough You scared the color out of me! I see you haven’t lost your stealth.

Blake:*chuckling* I’m pretty sure you were just zoned out. How have you been? Haven’t caught up yet since I’ve gotten back.

Ilia:Right, well I’ve been a little busy and all. Been doing a bunch of community service and volunteering to get back into people’s good graces; also so the cops won’t badger me.

Blake:What!?

Ilia:It’s no big deal. I can’t blame them for being wary and I sort of agreed to it.

Blake:You would think stopping a bombing would be enough. I could put in another good word for you?

Ilia:No, it’s fine. Gives me motivation to not sleep in. So.....saved the world and stuff? That sounds way more interesting.

Blake:More like way more stressful. I was in danger more times then I could count. Did news about Adam make it’s way back?

Ilia:Yeah......can’t believe he’s actually gone. Strange to say but, I wish I saw him one last time; have one final conversation with him. I’m glad you’re safe though.

Blake:I owe all of that Yang. Without her I’d be a goner.

The way she said her name didn’t go unnoticed. Blake’s entire expression softened and a smile lingered on her face. That was more than enough to tell Ilia everything she needed to know, yet for some reason she spurred on a conversation that would only make her want more beer.

Ilia:gulps So how is Yang? You two seem happy around each other?

Blake:Yang is special that’s for sure. She’s dorky and really supportive, but also sensitive too. We had a rough patch but smoothed it over. Whenever I needed a laugh or friend she was always there for me. She’s.....*blushing* really something else. I bet you two would become good friends.

Ilia:.....Who knows? I mean I have a hard time juggling all the people trying to be my friend as it is. The price to pay for being great I suppose....frankly I’m surprised nobody has interrupted us.

Blake:I’m happy to see you’re doing okay.

Ilia:Yeah.....excuse me though, I’m gonna get another beer and maybe even dance a bit.

Blake:Alright, I’m gonna go see how Yang is doing. I really hope nobody has challenged her to a drinking contest. The last thing she is fireball.

Without warning Blake hugged Ilia goodbye. It took a minute to register but even when it did, all she could do was wrap one arm around her lightly in return. After that she briskly walked away;trying to as much distance from Blake as possible. Lying wasn’t anything new to Ilia but this time it hurt deeply; like she just got stabbed. Two more beers found there way into her hands and hopefully wash away the lump in her throat. Right now she just wanted to forget. What better way than downing bottle after bottle?

xxx

Back on the balcony, Yang and Sun have had their own fair share of drinks. There was a little small talk but mostly silence; it was odd to say the least. Both looked out over the edge,

Yang:So......sorry I was rude to you earlier.

Sun:Ya know I had a feeling you might’ve been putting on a little show.

Yang:You weren’t the only one. Blake gave me an earful afterwards. I guess I was trying to make it clear that we were together.

Sun:Holding hands was more than enough; I’m not dumb.

Yang:*cringing* Yeah, sorry. We cool?

Sun:.......nah, not yet.

Yang:What?

Sun:I’m not mad at you it’s just.....I need to process this. I am happy that Blake is happy though.

Yang:I guess that’s all that matters. I’m just glad her dad tried hugging me to death instead of evil looks.

Sun:Wait, Ghira likes you?

Yang:Yeah, said he was happy Blake found such a good partner. Made me a gift and everything. Hehe I was surprised when he called me strong too.

Sun:That’s insane.

Yang:I know right?

Sun:I’m a better partner than you.....

A cold silence fell over them almost like timed stop. The moments those words were spoken, Sun’s eyes widened and his heart sinks. For the first time in a very long time he lost control. Yang did nothing but stare at him coldly, yet not in anger. Just disbelief and a bit of hurt.

Sun:I.....I didn’t mean that.

Yang:Yeah you did.....gotta say that’s a pretty shitty thing to say.

Sun:Listen-

Yang:I appreciate that you were there for Blake when I couldn’t, but you-

Sun: “couldn’t?” No, you could’ve been there; when Blake ran off you chose not take your time coming to her side. Unlike you, I didn’t waver after a near death experience. Instead I continued to support her, and got her to reunite with you. Maybe I should’ve been weaker, or you should’ve been stronger.

Yang:........

Blake:*walking in* Hey you two, I’ve been wondering where you two have been. Having fun? *looking at the bottles*

Sun:.....Yeah, *smiles* we’re having a blast.

Yang:Just drinking him under the table.

Blake:Well I’m glad you two or chatting but over do it. Last thing I want in the morning is a bunch over hungover friends.

Yang:Pfft, I can handle my drinks but I guess I’ll slow down. Just because you asked me to.

Blake:Thank y-

Her words were cut off when Yang pulled her in close by the waist. Blake’s mind froze for a minute before leaning into long kiss. Yang might’ve drank more but Blake seemed to be feeling all her drinks more from the way she was purring. For her the world was melting away but not for Yang; she was enjoying the sight of Sun quietly walking back inside.

Tonight was not shaping up to be a night worth remembering for Sun. The music felt like it was getting louder, people were bumping into each other and no matter how hard he tried hearing his own thoughts it was blocked out by the feeling of his head pounding. Nothing was okay, everything just needed to stop for a minute. He was a minute away from screaming before a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around slowly.

Neptune:Hey man, did you each party night my be a different theme and........*frowns* what’s wrong?

Sun:*shaking* I.......I’m really not feeling this party; I’m not feeling being here at all. Maybe I’ll just clear my room and-

Neptune:Wait, you’re talking about living Menagerie entirely!?

Sun:Neptune I feel like punching something until my hands are numb which is horrible but... sigh....

Neptune:Okay, let’s go then.

Sun:What? You don’t have t-

Neptune:We are partners man; more than that we’re best friends. I’m not just gonna leave you alone with something like this. After all you helped me with when I was in a rough patch in a similar situation; *clears throat* are you going to make me bring up you know who?

Sun:*eyes widened* I won’t let you reopen that wound. Thanks, it means a lot.

Neptune:Don’t mention it, I guess I must say goodbye to Kate; my beautiful deer faunus bombshell. *fake tear*

Sun:I did wingman for you didn’t I? Is she nice?

Neptune:Super nice!

Sun:.......Tell you what, keep having fun. We can make some excuse to leave tomo-

Neptune:YES! You’re the best! *runs off* please try to smile!

Sun:Hehe, at least one of us is living great. Wait, I never did find-

“I said buzz off you creep!”

Multiple people in the area started looking around to hear that all too familiar voice. It took a minute but he finally found the source when he saw Iila leaning again a hallway wall with a drink in her hand and her face flushed, but something wasn’t right? For starters there’s a guy hovering over her with his righ arm against the wall and a raccoon tail swaying. Her free hand was up against his chest and looked to be shaking; she was trying to push him away. Plenty of eyes seemed to notice but no one seemed to care.

Ilia:Can’t you take a hint already!? I’m not interested!

Ban:Oh come baby, it’s a party so loosen up. I’m just looking for a bit of company.

Ilia:If you want company then find someone who’s desperate and into sleazy freaks like you. Maybe if their drunk enough they think you’re actually 4/10.

Ban:Tsk *grabs her wrist* you’re talking a lot of shit for someone that’s been ignored this entire party. I mean wow, you think at a party this size at least one person would talk to you but I guess not. Guess that’s what happens when your a terrorist that is only free because she knows a Belladonna. Besides that you’re just orphan trash who-

Sun:*grabs his wrist* Please leave....

Ban:Excuse me? Who do you- agh!

Sun:*squeezing* Listen.....I don’t know who you are or how this started, but it’s over. Leave her alone, walk out of this house, and if I find out you are harassing anyone else I won’t bother calling the cops.

Ban:Okay! Okay! Just let me go, I think it’s cracking!

Sun:*lets go* There, that wasn’t so hard now was it? *smiles* no scram.

Ban:*running off*

Ilia:I was handling that.

Sun:If you had a few less drinks you could’ve flipped him and pinned him with your eyes closed. *grabbing her drink* I’m cutting you off. Did you even pace yourself or eat something here?

Ilia:I had a little, not a lot. The plan was to eat and dance like Neptune said but people kept avoiding me. Next thing I know I’m just watching everyone else have fun, then Blake started talking to me. *sniffles* She looked so happy to see me but inside I just felt so....frustrated. Of course we ended on on the topic of Yang and.........*turning gray*

Sun:Ilia?

Ilia:Can you help me to the roof please? I really need some air.

Sun:S-Sure thing. *grabs her hand* we’re gonna have to go through the front door though. The balcony isn’t a place we should go at the moment.

Ilia:Let me guess.....

Sun:Please don’t.

Getting out the house was slightly harder than getting in. To be fair that’s expected when you’re thoroughly passed buzzed. Somehow they managed it though and were rewarded with the cool air shocking their system a bit. Alcohol or not, a monkey faunus could climb like no else. Sun put Iila on his back and went to work scaling a palm tree. A piece of her would be lying if she thought this didn’t prove who was the better climber. In a matter of blinks they were on the roof. Her vice grip was released and her wobbly legs walked to the ledge; immediately scaring the hell out of Sun.

Sun:Wait! Ilia I know things are rough right now but-

Ilia:*sits down* Calm down, I just want my feet to dangle.

Sun:Oh.....*sits next to her* that, that is way less concerning.

.........

Sun:Ilia, what does gray mean?

Ilia:I uhhh.....I’m hurting. I’m hurting and everything just feels....*crying* Can I tell you something?

Sun:Sure....

Ilia:I told you before we weren’t in the same boat when it came to Blake dating Yang. I said that because for so long I thought the reason I never stood a chance with her is because it was a preference thing; I can’t fault her for that. I fell in love with someone who liked men so of course she couldn’t love me the same. It was a sad fact I came to terms with; it’s why I never held a grudge against you or Adam. *quivering* So when I saw them on the boat.....when I saw that smile on her face as she held Yang’s hand. I was forced accept a new perspective. She just never.....Blake never loved me like I loved her. I’m not enough.

Emptiness, the feeling of never even being considered a choice . Is....is that what the hurt behind the color gray? Sun wasn’t quite sure he had the answer, nor did he think that they were in the same boat. Yet as he sat there on that roof, watching someone sob uncontrollably without caring who heard her, it was the worst feeling he had felt all night. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around her and held her as he also started to cry. Her breath calming down by the sound of his heart and the confusion by his crying.

Ilia:S-Sun?

Sun:I know we aren’t the closest. I’m aware that we don’t know each other that well. However, for you to feel like this towards someone we both fell for, how could I not see how much this was tearing you up inside? Ilia, I’m so sorry.... you made me open up but I just let you suffer in silence when I should’ve pushed more.

Ilia:You’re, crying because of me?

Sun:Of course I am! Ilia, you’re enough for anyone! Cool, smart, witty, freaking fast as hell! I almost lost a rooftop race to you! You don’t let people push you around and besides my team, you’re the only one who’s ever pulled me out of a funk. Who wouldn’t think you’re enough!?

Ilia:.........Sun, heheh Sun you.....*snickering* Oh my gods...

Sun:Wh.....what? What’s with the laughter? *frowning* I’m being serious but if you’re gonna make fun of me then-

Ilia:*hugging him* I’m not laughing at you I’m just kinda in shock by that cheesy pick me up. You say I got you out of a funk but look at us. Drunk, heartbroken, and crying on a roof of our crushes house. During a party no less; what in the actual hell?

Sun:*snickering* Geez we are a mess; when did we become as extra as Neptune?

Ilia:Ugh, please don’t say that....*chuckles* I’ll never live it down. Sun, thank you. That actually meant a lot.

Sun:Let’s just call it even.

Ilia:I would if you hadn’t given that guy in the hallway the boot and payed for lunch earlier. I’m sort of racking up debt at this point.

Sun:Friends look after friends.

Ilia:Yeah, I guess we are friends aren’t we? *turning back to normal*

Sun:Feeling any better?

Ilia:Not really, no. Crying takes a lot of you.

Sun:You’re telling me? We’ve had a long ass day. Want me to take you home?

Ilia:Dude, I don’t think we can even make it down the stairs. *laughing* maybe I’ll just sleep up here and tell everyone I was just having an insane time on the roof.

Sun:Or....*bridal carriers her*

Ilia:Please don’t throw me off the roof.

Sun:Why would- I still have a guest room here.

Ilia:That confusion you just felt, that was me when you thought I was gonna jump.

Sun:You are drunk and sad.

Ilia:So are you, the only difference is I’m more likely to join a cult when I’m like this. Please take me inside; it’s freezing out here.

As much as he wanted to pry into the fact that Ilia just told him that she was probably drunk and sad when she joined Adam, he was also getting cold on the room. He was thankful to Kali for warning him earlier about locking the door to his room before the party to keep unwanted people out; at least someone was gonna get a use out of it. Carefully he peaked down over the balcony to find it empty of all people. In fact the entire upper level had no more people on it for some strange reason. Quickly he hopped down and started sneaking towards the room. Nothing was special about it; just an average guest room that fit the families style. Spacious closet, a nice view of the sea, and a bed that could even swallow Ghira up. Sun gently sat her on the bed to take her shoes off before laying her in bed. Ilia didn’t complain but found it amusing he went so far; sure she couldn’t walk super straight but taking of her shoes was totally doable. Laying in the bed was a little off putting; strangely enough, Sun’s arms felt cozier and warmer.

Sun:Umm where is everyone?

Ilia:Oh yeah, it is probably almost midnight. Everyone is probably downstairs and heading outside to launch fireworks in honor of Blake coming back. Honestly she’s probably looking for us.

Sun:Oh, should we show up then and say a few words or something? *sneaking into room*

Ilia:She’ll be alright. Any few words I’d say would not be too kind right now. There’s more than enough people to congratulate her.

Sun:Well get some rest Ilia.

Ilia:Wait, where are you sleeping?

Sun:I’ll just sleep at Neptune’s- he probably took that deer faunus with him. *facepalms*

Ilia:Neptune actually got a date? Why is day so much better than ours?

Sun:He’s a charmer.

Ilia:You act like you aren’t. If you weren’t busy crying over Blake a bet you’d have girls crawling all over you tonight. Practically half this place thinks you’re gorgeous; it is a little annoying.

Sun:This is news to me. Also I’m not the only one who could be having a girl in their arms right now.

Ilia:Fat chance, that stupid raccoon wasn’t exactly lying when he talked about me being alone. Plenty of people are cool with me but don’t really socialize with me for valid reasons. Add that with the fact that I’m exactly a bombshell beauty like a few other girls here and boom, caste to the side.

Sun:That’s pretty stupid. You helped destroy the White Fang and just because you don’t have the figure of Blake or Yang doesn’t make you any less beautiful or endearing.

Maybe it was because he said those two in particular. Maybe it was because she just wasn’t expecting such a response. No matter what it was though, it had her speechless for a moment. She didn’t need a mirror to know her freckles were probably pink at the moment but she didn’t care. Right now all she cared about was the stupid thought dancing in her head.

Ilia:Hey uhhh, you don’t have to go. This is your room after all. *sitting up* Don’t let me stop you.

Sun:Are you sure? I mean it would be weird if tomorrow Blake or someone walked in and got the wrong impress-

Ilia:*grabs his hand*..........

Sun:Impression. Ilia are you-

Ilia:You think I’m gorgeous right?

Sun:Huh?

Ilia:You said you think I’m gorgeous. Well funny enough I’m part of the half that might find you....not ugly. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that.

Sun:You’re drunk....

Ilia:I know, I also don’t want to be alone right now.

Sun:Well, I’ll keep you company for-

Her grip was stronger than he thought and before he knew it, he was pulled onto the bed and staring up into her eyes. Maybe she really didn’t need his help with that creep down stares. The two just looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Both of them clearly weirded out by the situation yet also invested to see it unfold.

Ilia:I think we both know what I meant by not wanting to feel alone.

Sun:Ilia....

Ilia:I know it’s weird and out of left field but... sigh, neither of us has had anything close to a good day today. We’re drunk, we’re hurt, and we.....I just want something to go right today. For someone to treat me right. *quivering* Guys don’t do it for me but I don’t know; you’re hitting a lot good buttons right now. *kissing his neck*

Sun:*flustered* I....I really don’t won’t you to regret this.

Ilia:Stop worrying about me tomorrow. Just focus on me tonight.....please? *biting down*

Sun:......Any ground rules?

Ilia:*smirking* No actual kissing, let’s just enjoy each other okay? It is a party right? Also let’s not get too mushy okay? Just feel good.

Inhibitions were crumbing away the more she talked into his ear. Before he knew it, his biggest regret in the moment was this was the one day he buttoned his shirt. Ilia’s nimble fingers made quick work of it though and soon followed his pants. A piece of him wondered if all petite girls got this intense. He’d have to ask Neptune about it later if he remembers tonight.

His attention was brought back to the women who was currently straddling him. Both of her arms went up as her started to raise her shirt on que. The scrunchy containing that ponytail of hers was undone the moment that shirt came off. For a moment he froze at the sight of her. At this point he was convinced anyone who didn’t find Ilia physically attractive was just dumb. Toned was an understatement to describe her physique, and with that hair down the entire thing felt like a game changer.

Ilia:What?

Sun:Nothing, seeing your hair down caught me by surprise is all. You look, amazing....

Ilia:*blushing* I just said don’t get mushy. It’s been several minutes and you’re already breaking rules.

Sun:I didn’t expect to see you completely topless and hair down in several minutes.

Before she could protest he pulled her further onto his lap and started kissing her neck and collarbone; earning a few gasps from her. Iila enjoyed the attention she was getting but wasn’t about to let him do all the work. She took the initiative and discarded her bottoms. As exciting as she was, it was impossible to not feel a little embarrassed by this whole thing. Her hands have been mostly stationary up until this point but Sun was more than eager to have them float around her waist and hips as he continued to plant body kisses. Each one always made her jolt and even more anxious as they got lower. Something else was getting her even more anxious though.

Ilia:I think I should probably mention something important Sun.....

Sun:Hmm? What’s up?

Ilia:gulps I knew I was into girls from a young age so I have never been with a boy at all. So....

Sun:Be gentle?

Ilia:*nodding* Sorry....

Sun:Don’t be, I’ll let you lead and go at your own pace. *smiles*

Ilia:*takes a breath* Sounds good. So do you wanna take them off or should I since.....?

Seeing the switch from dominant to flustered was actually pretty cute. Calmly he lifted her up so he could take off his boxers; never had he seen Ilia turn completely pink before until that moment. No need to ask why that happened. He wondered whose heart was beating faster at the moment. Before he could tell her that that she could back out of all this he felt her and gently push I’m down against the mattress. Yeah she looked anxious still but now there was something else too. An inviting and understanding smile that only got closer as she bent down and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Ilia:Why do I have the feeling it’s your first time too?

Sun:*red* Lucky guess?

Ilia:Well then, let’s make it official then. *kisses his cheek*

Many things about this day weighed on their mind.Just for instant though through the haze of it all, one thing felt apparent. This was gonna be a long night.

Part 4

[lgcdanbi]

storm glass

                                [she] had felt the same way, intending to enjoy every free                                 moment of life.                                                                                                        m. v. snyder

a ‘give love’ starter for @lgcyuan​. has she really grown desperate enough to naver search ‘how to be cute’ on her phone? hides herself in the corner when the instructors call for break and the other trainees escape into the hallway, to scroll through questionable articles of aegyo and the like? yes—yes, she unfortunately has.

and, in the manner of scooby doo, she would’ve gotten away with it, too, if she hadn’t noticed the reflection of another in the dance studio’s mirror—causing her to jump back, a slight ‘omona!’ in exasperation as hand reaches for beating heart, body turns to face the other. “what are you doing here?” she asks, the question coming out more hostile than expected. 

she waits, before her eyes gaze downward and notices her out-in-the-open cellphone, displaying a webpage of bright red and pink—colors that immediately flush her own cheeks as she inwardly screeches, rushes to hide it behind folded hands and straightened back (more embarrassed over what she was looking at, rather than the fact she had the forbidden device in the first place). “i—i was doing nothing!”