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creativia10 · 1 year ago

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Sorry this Halloween prompt is a bit late, but here goes. TOH Request; Raine transforms (not painfully, more like pleasurable) into a half-fox half-bat werebeast during one special full moon (think like blue moon, autumn moon level kind of mystical)(Note: I’m not the same anonymous who requested the wereotter + werecat story, nor the Willow and Hunter crack fic).

When Supermoons Bring Forth the Bat-Fox within

Warnings: slight blood? (from nosebleed)

Pairing: Raine/Eda

Wordcount: 5709

Notes: Set after the final battle with Belos in 'Waking and Dreaming' but before the time skip.

You are totally fine with this Halloween prompt anon. I was actually just about to decide what fic to write next when I saw your ask.

If I've started to become known for taking toh were-animal related transformation requests, I'm not complaining lol. I have seen on other blogs sometimes anonymous askers will put a nickname or symbol for themselves at the bottom of their message to differentiate themselves from other anonymouses. So feel free to use something like that if you'd like to.

Rain never thought they would be the type to long for peaceful nights. Yet, they spent years constantly on guard working a rebellion against a dictator. That was bound to do that for someone. Eda’s pupil Luz and her friends had all gone to celebrate some human tradition in the human realm. When Raine had asked Eda about it, she mentioned treats, costumes, and decorations. The kind that seemed to reflect a tamer version of the Boiling Aisles. It was curious. Perhaps some of it was influenced by the Aisles itself. Another human traveler? Something Raine might look into another time.

But that night, they just wanted to spend a night in with their girlfriend Eda. Usually Eda wasn’t the ‘night-in’ type. But everything they went through with Belos seemed to convinced her a break would be worth it.

Raine was still curious about these treats from this Halloween tradition though. So they got Eda to help them find some baking/summoning spells to get such sweets. This way they could try the goodies themself.

Never mind that Eda said the Halloween goods were nothing to write home about. Eda had always had wilder taste than them, though not much more than people would expect.

So Raine set aside some of the papers from such spells they had come across. Raine’s fox palisman, Fiddlesticks spread the sheets out more on the coffee table. The little fox palisman had become more animate now that he was no longer in hiding,

Eda rolled her eyes with a fond smile before she went back to scrolling on penstagram.

Raine sighed as they looked at the options now laid out.

“Okay. So which should we start with?” Raine asked.

Eda shrugged. “I don’t really care. This is your thing you wanted to do,” She said with a wave, not even looking up from her scroll.

Raine rolled their eyes fondly before looking down at their options on the table again.

A light coming from the window caught their attention though. Raine turned to look and saw that the moon looked unusually big and bright tonight. It was beautiful.

They walked over to the window to gaze at it.

“Raine? What are you doing?”

Raine felt almost entranced by it. Before they could respond to Eda, a faint hint of a memory struck them. With a gasp Raine could hear

the low unnerving whisper of an unknown witch. Raine was looking up as though small. A casting circle was drawn over their head. A similar moon to the one they were seeing right then shone.

Raine stumbled and held the wall closest to the window they were peering through.

“Raine!?”

There was a shuffle, but Raine barely registered it.

They felt a shift in their eyes. They blinked rapidly as an almost warm fuzziness filled them all over.

Pleasant shivers started to wind along their arms. Something started to extend from their arms. A thin skin of some kind but leathery.

They faintly registered Eda’s gasp.

The sensation of these new parts was strange, feeling something where they hadn’t before. They gasped as the wingspan continued to expand, bringing with it a feeling of strength. Like they could fly free.

Raine got the urge then to go outside. More tingles all along their body let them know whatever this transformation was, it wasn’t over.

Raine stumbled to the door, their new large wings making balancing on two legs a bit difficult.

Eda called out for them as Raine made it outside. They stopped a little bit away from the Owl house to catch their breath, but the weird tingles continued.

Raine raised an arm to try and get a look at the new appendage but another jolt distracted them.

A soft warm sensation started to rise up along the rest of their skin. Almost like the faint touch of a caress everywhere. A soft feeling of bristles raised up from within. It didn’t pierce though oddly enough. They were just gradually covered with this softness. Upon moving and feeling it brush against them, Raine realized it was fur.

A dark-brown orangish fur. It was short but all over.

Eda, who was outside now as well, ran over to stand in front of them. Her hands fluttered around them like she was unsure what to do.

“Raine! Oh, are you okay?” Eda asked.

Raine was panting.

“I don’t-“ They gasped again as more movement within their body brought them to hunch forward some.

“-know. I’m not in pain at least,” Raine managed to get out.

Eda narrowed her eyes in confusion. Then Raine let out another breathy noise, causing Eda’s eyes to widen.

There was a build-up of tension on their tail bone that brought Raine to fall to their hands and knees.

Eda let out a concerned noise. With more care than she usually would, Eda gently put her hands on their shoulders.

Raine continued to twitch their face. They jerkily moved their head from side to side as another tingly feeling came from their head at the same time.

Raine jut their bottom out and moved their hips in a circle as the tension moved closer to the surface of their skin. Then a new appendage suddenly popped out attached to their tail bone. It was also covered in fur, but the fur felt longer this time. Raine went with the urge to move their tail about back and forth.

Head growths extended up and pointed. With it giving Raine enhanced hearing. Raine still twitched their face before sneezing. A snout now in the place of their nose.

Their eyes crossed for a moment with a warm feeling before they blinked. They now saw differently out of each eye. As the warm feeling from their eyes dissipated, a new fuzziness started to come over Raine’s mind. New instincts took over.

Eda had seen a lot of things over the years. But this caught her by surprise. She knew Raine pretty well. And she thought she would catch any signs from anyone around her having anything like her curse. So, she’s not sure how she missed this. It was clear from their reactions though, that Raine had no idea either.

Well, she could find out more about that later. The more important issue was that her partner had transformed into a werebeast. One she had never seen before.

She took a couple of steps back as the transformation seemed to set in. She could see the cloudiness of a beast taking over on Raine’s newly heterochromatic eyes. One eye was an almost glowing yellow, the other red. A circle of black fur was around the red eye. Most of their body was that dark-brown orangish fur though.

Their clothes had disappeared at some point when the fur set in. Kind of like what would happen with Eda when she transformed into the owl beast.

The wings were a giveaway, as those type of wings were unique to bats. The outside was black, but the inside facing their stomach was a light purple. Like the bat queen’s wings.

They had pointed ears at the top of their now furry head. But the ears stood out, matching the wings in the fur being black. The inner ears were that light purple as well. A fox/bat combination then?

Somehow Raine’s earring they always wore was still in, worn on the fox-bat ear now.

Eda bent down slightly.

“Raine? You in there?” She asked and waited.

Raine’s nose wiggled as they sniffed around them. They then threw their head back and let out a screech.

Eda took a few more steps back and grabbed her staff, with one hand out in front of her.

There was a small scuffling coming from behind Eda. Raine’s fox palisman fiddlesticks scampered over and stopped just in front of her. He also sniffed the air and let out a questioning bark to Raine.

Raine’s eyes honed in on fiddlesticks, and they let out a screaming bark.

Fiddlesticks barked again. Then he stood back with his hindlegs before bowing his head in a show of submission.

Raine paused and then carefully stepped forward towards the fox palisman. Eda held her position, watching the interaction with cation in case she needed to step in.

Raine bent down to curiously sniff Fiddlesticks, the small fox staying still to let them.

After a moment Raine let out a smaller chirp of a bark before nuzzling Fiddlesticks. The small fox let out a similar small bark and stood up again, wagging his tail.

Honestly, the whole interaction was quite cute. She didn’t need anyone to see her smiling fondly at something cute like this.

What would they do without palisman?

Fiddlesticks ran around Raine in circles a couple of times. Then he leaped to sit on their shoulder.

Raine let out another screech bark before turning to face the nearest woods. They then got into a runner’s position before running forward and extending their wings.

With a few flaps Raine pushed off and flew forward in the air. It became clear rather quick though the fox body did not help Raine balance while flying.

They tilted from side to side in the air, screeching as they had to flap their wings more rapidly to stay straight.

Eda winced at what she could see of it. Her poor partner.

She slid onto her palisman staff and flew to try and catch up with them. Something told her it would not be a good idea to leave an unknown beast alone. As Eda followed, she tried to figure out the cause of this transformation of her partner.

Raine had been fine earlier. They certainly didn’t act like they knew anything strange would happen. At one point they had been drawn to looking out the window though. What could get their attention out there?

Eda thought back to how her property looked right now. It wouldn’t be anything Raine didn’t know about. They were practically living with her now after all.

What would stand out?

Seeing the moonlight got her to look up. Oh, the moon. It was bigger and brighter than usual. What was that called again? She knew humans called it a super moon. It was a rare occurrence. Less rare on the Boiling Aisles, but still rare.

Could that be the cause? It would explain why Raine wouldn’t have known about it though. Was it the moonlight of simply the rare moon itself?

Well, moonlight would be near impossible for them to avoid now. That might not even reverse it anyways.

The moon wouldn’t last forever. Should she wait it out for now and see? Hopefully it would be okay to do so. Until she knew more that was.

At one point Eda saw Raine flying down to the forest at an angle that did not look like it would be a safe landing. Fiddlesticks gave a little screech and hid his face in Raine’s neck.

Eda cringed and flew closer.

She spun in the air and grabbed her staff so she could create a shield around Raine. This stopped them just before hitting the ground too hard. After holding them just above the ground for a moment she gently released them to a softer fall.

Raine didn’t even look back at her after landing. They shook their head, stood up again and ran into the forest.

Eda sighed and landed softly onto the forest floor. But then she plopped down to sit right there on the ground in the middle of the woods. She was already tired from chasing after Raine, and the night was still young.

She tapped Owlbert with a finger, who shook himself and hooted gently at her. Eda pointed forward.

“Can you track down the fox-bat beast and then lead me to them?”

Owlbert nodded and then flew off in the direction she pointed.

It didn’t take long before he flew back to her. Eda groaned, and got Owlbert to help her up before she started following his guide.

She really wanted to fly there again, but there wasn’t always enough room in the forest to do so.

Eda muttered aloud as she followed Owlbert through the forest. Because she was already seen as a kooky old lady. And even if she cared, which she doesn’t, no one was around to hear anyways. So she was allowed.

Especially when her first quiet night in a while turned into babysitting her a werebeast. Who also happened to be her partner. She didn’t blame them of course. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be grumpy about it though.

Eventually Owlbert stopped and perched on her shoulder. He hooted quietly and pointed forward with his beak. She narrowed her eyes at him before she carefully stepped forward and looked ahead.

Raine was lowered to the ground, and stalking something Eda didn’t see yet. She looked around to make sure it wasn’t something she would have to save. But the target was just a low-level demon creature, like an animal would be in the human realm.

Raine crept forward a couple more slow steps, before pouncing forward.

The animal let out a small sound before quickly scurrying away, evidently not caught in Raine’s grasp. Eda winced at the failed attempt.

Raine growled when it got away. They had tried to grab the creature with their bat hands. Apparently the instincts of the two animals in Raine were contradicting each other. In ways that was hurting their ability to hunt.

Fiddlesticks whined and nuzzled against Raine's leg to try and comfort them.

Raine huffed but didn’t push him away.

Eda sighed and revealed herself to them.

“Hey, Raine?”

Raine turned to face her and took a couple steps back, but didn’t move to attack her.

Fiddlesticks happy barked at her and trotted over. She chuckled as he ran a couple of circles around her.

Raine tilted their head as they watched.

Owlbert flew down to stand by Fiddlesticks on the ground. The small fox chirped a small bark again and nuzzled against him. Owlbert cooed a gentle hoot and closed his eyes, nudging back.

“Look,” Eda began, to get Raine’s attention again. “I can see you’re having trouble there,” She gestured to where Raine’s failed hunt had been.

Raine’s gaze followed her gesture and then they growled at her. Eda lifted her hands in the air.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you Raine. In fact, I wanted to help you.”

Raine stopped growling, but their body language was still guarded.

“Look. I definitely have some raw meat at home. How about I bring you some? That way you can still eat something,” Eda said.

Raine didn’t respond, which made Eda wonder if they understood any of that.

So, she thought it was best to just show them. She turned to Owlbert.

“Will you be able to carry a flank of meat from the fridge to out here?” She asked him.

Owlbert hooted and nodded before flying out of the woods.

Raine watched Owlbert fly away, and then turned to face Eda again.

“He’s just going to get you some of the meat I mentioned,” Eda said to them.

The stare off continued. But it was better than the werebeast damaging anything, Eda supposed.

Owlbert did seem to be struggling with carrying the flank of meat. But he managed to bring it over and drop it at Raine’s feet before flying back to Eda.

Raine’s attention was immediately drawn to the meat. They bent down and sniffed it, but didn’t take long to start tearing into the raw meat like they were starving.

Eda pursed her lips. It wasn’t really possible to be a vegetarian on the Boiling Aisles. But Raine was usually the closest one could be to one. Sort of like what would be a pescatarian in the human realm. So seeing the way Raine tore into the meat was strange for Eda. Just another reminder of how the beast from this curse had taken over.

After chowing down on this for a bit, Raine left maybe half of it still there.

Fiddlesticks chirp barked again before trotting forward and nibbling at the meat. Eda could have sworn she heard Raine grumble at that, but they didn’t retaliate at all. Instead, they turned away from the others and started digging. Or at least tried to dig. Once again, bat hands were not designed for digging.

Raine whined after trying for a bit and not getting very deep. Fiddlesticks barked and started to dig right next to where Raine had been trying. Raine shook their head and then placed the leftover meat next to where the smaller fox was digging.

Then Raine stood up again and shook their wings out to get off any dirt from the digging attempt. After that, they let out another screech. Then they continued to run through the forest again. Eda stared after them for a moment.

“…well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up with chasing them around all night,” She said.

She then turned to the little fox palisman enthusiastically trying to dig a burrow for Raine.

She would have left, but she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to leave the little guy alone in the woods at night. She’d seen enough stuff against palisman to be more protective of them now.

Apparently Raine didn’t get very far though. Owlbert flew up and let Eda know he saw them not too far ahead. The same problem with being unbalanced must have continued when Raine tried to run. Even when they folded their bat wings against their body.

Eda walked forward until she could see Raine’s tail in the air, their butt sticking up. They stayed like that, so Eda walked closer to get a better look at them. It looked like Raine had tripped over their own feet and fallen face first.

Raine was whimpering. Eda let out a sympathetic noise as she walked to the front of them and knelt down.

“Aw, I’m sorry. You’ll be okay.”

Raine blinked and slowly lifted their head off the ground. They shook their head a couple of times to get the dirt off.

Eda hissed in sympathy when she saw Raine’s nose was bleeding a little.

“Ohh.” She reached down and tore off a corner of her dress. She then carefully reached forward to dab the blood away from the nostrils. Raine moved their head back a bit when Eda first touched them, but didn’t fight her when she cleaned them up.

“I wish I had a healer with me,” Eda said. Maybe that showed she had gone soft though. Wanting to get a healer for a little nose bleed. But well, she already felt bad for Raine. She knew what it was like to be turned into a beast without your consent. At least she was assuming that was the case with them as well.

When she was done Raine nosed against Eda and then started to nuzzle against her as well.

“Oh, have I gained your trust now?” She asked with some humor in her voice.

Raine huffed and then licked her cheek.

Eda scrunched her face at the surprise tongue and then laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you’re welcome. I love you too.”

Raine started to stand up on shaky legs.

“Whoa, you got it?” Eda asked.

Raine nodded and went back to where Fiddlesticks was still digging his little burrow.

Raine pushed Eda away from the digging a bit with their snout and then pointed down at where she was standing.

“What?” Eda asked.

Rained stamped his foot and pointed down again.

“…do you want me to sit here?” She asked.

Raine nodded. Eda slowly sat down in that spot a bit awkwardly. Raine spun in a circle before laying down behind her.

Raine seemed to have forgotten the dirt was being flung where they currently were. Raine lifted up a bat wing to shield them from the dirt.

Then Raine barked. The digging stopped and fiddlesticks came over to them with his tongue lolling out. Raine made an arc with his snout. Fiddlesticks barked and then snuggled up against Eda’s side.

Raine settled down again, almost curling around Eda. They then wrapped their bat wings around themselves and Eda. Her head remained uncovered.

Eda looked around at the bat wings around them.

“…have I been forced into cuddle time now?” Eda asked. Rained simply nuzzled her in response. Eda sighed with an exasperated smile.

Owlbert, who had been watching, tilted his head at Eda.

“Would you mind getting me my scroll?” She asked him. “I have no idea how long we’re going to stay like this.”

Owlbert hooted and flew off back to the Owl House.

Eda looked at the fox creatures snuggled up around her.

“…should I like tell a story or something?”

Raine barked and nuzzled her again.

“Okay, I haven’t told you about all the shenanigans the kids got up to yet anyways. So this one started when I got a letter in the mail about a carnival…”

When Owlbert came back with her scroll, she paused when she saw she was getting a call. Eda wrestled one arm out from the bat wing prison,

“One sec,” She said. Before she answered the call.

It was Darius, looking as serious as ever.

“Oh. Hey! What’s up?”

Darius sighed.

“There has been reports of people seeing a new type of beast leave the Owl House. Would you happen to know anything about that?” He asked.

Eda simply aimed the scroll to show Darius the fox-bat curled around her.

“That answer your question?” She asked.

Darius pinched his nose in response.

“The residents around here have already been on edge enough after Belos’ destruction,” He said.

“Hey, look,” She frowned, “This wasn’t my fault!”

Raine whined and blinked their eyes open.

“I don’t think it was theirs either,” She added.

“I’m pretty sure they’re harmless. They haven’t done anything to me. The creature couldn’t even hunt properly!”

Darius raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how do you figure that?”

“Because I’ve been watching them!” Eda exclaimed. “I think this curse was the result of some shaky experimental magic. The combined animals don’t seem to complement each other well, at least not in the way the traits presented here.”

Darius hmmed.

“So, what are you doing about this? Actually, how did this happen anyways,” Darius asked.

Eda threw her hands up, or tried to as one arm was still restrained from the bat wing.

“I don’t know! All I know is one moment we were bantering about the human treats Raine wanted to try making. The next they are starting to transform into a strange werebeast,” Eda said.

“Wait, did you say that was Raine!?” Darius asked.

Eda nodded. Raine sat up and peered over Eda’s shoulder at the scroll.

Darius gasped. Maybe he saw the earring.

“Raine?”

Raine tilted their head.

“I’m not sure how much they understand right now,” Eda said. “It’s been unclear.”

“I’m guessing you have an idea on what to do about this?” Darius asked.

“Honestly, right now my plan is to wait out the night. I have a theory the super moon tonight caused it, so if that’s the case, they should be back to normal in the morning.”

“And if it’s not?” Darius asked.

“Well, I’ll figure that out if we get to that point,” She said. “Come on, this isn’t the craziest thing I’ve encountered around here,”

Darius hmmed.

“I’m sure. How about for now? Should we warn the kids not to return to the Owl house tonight?”

“Eh, I don’t think that’s necessary. They haven’t seemed to hold any ill will to anyone, aside from some common preyed upon critters. Besides, your Hunter seems to have an affinity for wolves. Maybe Raine will see them as kin,” Eda snickered.

Darius huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Hunter having a love for wolves does not mean he is one,” Darius said.

“Yeah, well, I believe he is dressed as a werewolf tonight though, right?”

“…yes,” Darius said, looking grumpy that she brought it up.

“So, I think they’ll be fine. Hunter would probably be friendly enough like a pup anyways. If anything, I might need to warn the kids if I come back late though,”

She gestured to her position against the werebeast.

“They are apparently very snuggly when like this,” Eda said.

“Somehow, that seems fitting,” Darius mutter, “Just please tell me if you need any assistance.”

“Aw, are you worried Darry? Yeah, of course I will.”

Darius huffs again.

“Don’t call me that! And keep me updated,” Darius said before hanging up.

Eda chuckled at that. She looked back over to Raine who was starting to settle in again now that the call was over.

“Okay, so where was I?”

As Raine started to wake up, they could tell their face was in Eda’s hair. That part wasn’t unusual. They tended to take turns on who was the little spoon. As they started to shift around though, it began to become clear rather quick that they were not in Eda’s bed. Raine blinked their eyes and started to pull their face away with a nose wrinkle. Her hair was starting to tickle their nose.

Raine put a hand to the side and started to push themself up. Their hand slipped a bit. Raine looked down and saw they were laying in leaves. Raine shook their head and looked around a bit groggily. What were they doing in the woods?

Eda yawned beside them. Raine looked to her and saw his girlfriend stretch out like a cat. It was endearing. She blinked and looked over at Raine. Her eyes were narrowed in confusion as well. But a moment later, as her eyes cleared from grogginess, she slowly began to smile again.

“Morning, Raine. It is good to see you back to normal again.”

Raine leaned back and narrowed their eyes at her in confusion.

“Hm?”

They started to rub their eyes to wake up more.

Back to normal? What did she mean by that? What happened?

Then it hit them as memories started to resurface.

The draw of the big moon.

The strangely pleasant warm fuzzy feeling that encompassed their whole body. Transforming.

Along with other images from being in the air and on all fours. They couldn’t recall many coherent thoughts after the transformation. Mainly just instinctive wants for food and protecting themselves from harm.

Raine tried to think harder and recall more details from the night prior. But they groaned and held their head as a headache grew.

Eda tutted. She drew a circle and summoned a gourd of water.

“Here,” She said, and held it in front of Raine.

Raine winced but grabbed the gourd with a shaky hand. Eda reached forward and held the back of Raine’s hand to steady them. She then helped guide their hand so they could take a sip.

They sighed as water went down, having not even realized how thirsty they had been.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised you got a headache after the night you had,” Eda said.

“You’re probably dehydrated as well.”

Raine gave an aborted nod.

“What do you remember?” Eda asked.

Raine sighed.

“Mainly the transformation, not much after that. At least not enough to make sense of.”

Eda hmmed and nodded.

“Yeah, I figured as much. I could see by the look in your eyes the beast had taken over,” Eda said.

Raine’s eyes widened.

“The beast? Does that mean-“

Eda shook her head.

“Nope. No one was hurt,” She said.

Rained exhaled in relief at that.

“You couldn’t even hunt very well, to be honest. You tried going after some critter but weren’t very successful,” Eda said.

Raine couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that.

“That might have been a good thing, even if it’s a bit strange. I thought instincts took over with beast transformation spells,” Raine said.

“I got the impression this was not a usual beast transformation spell. Do you have any idea how you got cursed with such a thing,” Eda asked.

Raine hmmed.

“Possibly. I recalled seeing something with a strange witch I didn’t know, on a similar night to last night. I think it was when I was a child,” Raine said.

Eda hmmed.

“Maybe your parents know something about it then. I wouldn’t be surprised if who ever cast it on you was experimenting with something. The animals you were a combination of didn’t seem to gel well together. Not in the way their traits presented in you that is,” Eda said.

“What animals were they?” Raine asked.

“A bat and a fox,” Eda said.

Raine gasped.

“Those are two of my favorite animals! Now I’m bummed I don’t remember much. That must have been so cool,” Rained said.

Eda snickered at that.

“Even though they kept counteracting each other?” Eda asked in amusement.

“Well, still! Maybe there’s a way the two could actually aide each other. If the initial components of the spell are infused in a different way…” Raine began to muter to themselves.

“Babe…are you seriously suggesting trying to recreate a version of your curse? Which turned you into a bat-fox werebeast last night,” Eda asked.

Raine shrugged.

“I mean, you said it yourself, everything turned out alright. And we’ll have more caution going into it this time,” Raine said.

“You just miss the excitement of being undercover for the rebellion, don’t you?” Eda asked.

Raine gaped and then gave her a sheepish look.

“…perhaps.”

Eda shook her head.

“Well, we can talk about that another time. I wanted to find more information on your curse anyways. For now though, let’s head inside. I bet King is waiting for us. He only had Hooty for company last night after he got back from Halloween festivities,” Eda said.

“Oh that’s right, you stayed out here with me last night,” Raine said, looking around the clearing they had woke up in.

Fiddlesticks, Raine’s fox palisman, perked up then. He had been curled up near a partial burrow in the ground for some reason.

The fox let out a cheerful bark, and jumped up to put their front paws on Raine’s legs. Raine laughed and gave their palisman some scritches. They recalled seeing the small fox around while being in beast mode. He was no doubt a very good boy.

Eda nodded.

“I wasn’t given much of a choice. You curled up around me and trapped me with your bat swings,” Eda said.

Raine blushed and laughed a bit at that.

“Oh no, my secret cuddling desires came out in beast form,” Raine said. Eda rolled her eyes fondly and then stood up. She held out a hand, which Raine took to stand up.

“I mean, I wasn’t going to complain about snuggling with my partner. Even if they were bigger and furrier than usual,” Eda said.

Once Raine was standing, Eda booped them on the nose.

“It was still you after all,” Eda said. Raine briefly went cross-eyed at the boop. It was such an innocent cutesy gesture, that it caught Raine off guard.

She reached to the side to grasp his hand before they started walking forward out of the forest. Fiddlesticks chirp-barked happily and trotted alongside them. He did an impressive job of keeping up with the pair considering his little legs.

As they were just exiting the forest, Eda’s scroll rang.

Eda got it out.

“Ah, morning Darius. I don’t usually see you up this early,” She said brightly.

Darius glowered at her and then sighed.

“Any update on the situation from last night?” Darius asked.

In response, Eda pointed the scroll at Raine.

Raine smiled and waved.

“Hi Darius! I’m thinking I can guess what situation you are referring to?” Raine asked.

Darius exhaled in relief.

“Yes, I’m sure you can. How are you feeling, Raine? Any lingering affects from the curse that afflicted you last night?” Darius asked.

Raine thought for a moment.

“Nothing I’ve noticed yet. Aside from a headache and some thirst,” Raine said.

Darius nodded. “Okay, good. Eda-“

“I’m already on it,” Eda cut in. “I am officially in care-for-the-partner-post-werebeast-mode.”

Raine huffed, but they were smiling.

“I would like to know anything you might know about what caused this to happen in the first place,” Darius said.

“Well-“ Raine started.

“We can debrief you at an official time later,” Eda interrupted. “Right now, I need to get Raine settled after staying out in the forest all night. I also want to do a more thorough check over Raine to make sure everything is okay.”

Raine rolled their eyes. This meant she was going to hover. Eda was more protective than she would let on.

“Does this mean you’re in mother-hen mode?” Raine drolled.

Eda scoffed, “What, no. Of course not,” Eda denied. But Raine knew better.

Darius pursed his lips.

“Very well. Just please, don’t take too long to debrief me on what you know,” Darius said.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry, D. I got it handled,” Eda said and then hung up on the other.

Despite what Eda claimed, she very much did hover as soon as she got Raine back into the Owl house. Making them sit. Getting them food. Checking over them and muttering about whether she should get a healer over for a checkup. Fiddlesticks did what he could to help Eda as well. Although when she checked them over, he mainly just got affectionate with Raine. Being the cute little fox he was.

Raine was a bit exasperated at the treatment, they felt fine. But Raine couldn’t help but watch Eda with a besotted gaze as she bustled around to tend to them. Even as she grumbled about it.

Halloween had not turned out the way Raine expected it to. The unused spells were still strewn about the coffee table, not that Eda would let them lift a finger right then.

It did seem like it was an eventful night though, where the couple definitely bonded. Well, Raine was used to some excitement anyways. It’s not like having a new mystery in their life was anything unusual.

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oct 30 - on neighbors

happy halloween eve i really dislike this holiday, just for personal reason.

i think my first memory of halloween was back in my first home in ny living with my cousins and we knew about trick or treat and i remember we joked about our costumes being just normal outfits and i think anna actually had a costume, but we went around our neighborhood and trick or treated. idk i didn't really want to dress up.

and then in first grade, i dressed up as clifford the big red dog with a costume i bought. i remember the ear accidentally got dipped into the toilet when i was changing so it smelled bad, and then mary ann greenberg was making fun of my costume on the bus, and she was a cat. i remember chasing her on the bus for making me feel bad about my costume, idk why. it was just a red dog costume. lol.

i don't remember dressing up again after that. i guess one bad memory will do it for you. but i do remember dressing up as a sumo wrestler during fifth grade and trick or treating at target. it was this inflatable costume with a fan and i remember the fan smelled so bad because it ran on this weird motor and i just remember smelling the bad motor and plastic smell. it smelled like ass. like did i not wipe well or something? lol

sixth grade i don't think i dressed up. seventh grade, i don't remember dressing up. eighth grade, i dressed up as a nerd lol and i remember on the way home, pissing my pants at walgreens, was it? because they had a passcode. was it then?? lmao why does every halloween have to involve stinky bodily fluids.

i'm not even gonna mention the other costumes because they're so cringe to me and honestly always just so poorly done i'm already ashamed of all of these other costumes.

honestly though, my favorite costume i've ever had was from last year. and it was such a waste because i went out with horrible people for it. so boring. and no one knew my costume. i'm going to recycle that costume. fuck everyone. lol.

naturally, there's nothing wrong with halloween. but i guess the memories of it are just not that amazing! candy is fun, i remember sorting candy. i always treasured the sour patch packets, and the swedish fish packets. i remember i would try a new candy every now and then, to give everything a try, but most of the candy sucked. like fuck a tootsie roll. horrible candy. hersheys was good. kitkats were good. but overall, candies were ass. all candies should be gummies ;)

trick or treating is such a weird concept too. i hated the feeling of visiting stranger's homes, having to wait to see if people were there. they were never really happy to see you either. it was always the feeling of - here take the candy and leave. or they weren't there. or their house was complicated.

i love horror movies, but never enjoyed watching them during halloween. idk. no spirit for me. good for u if you do.

do people trick or treat in hong kong?

anyways, my neighbor's moved out. she was a good neighbor. we never really talked, but definitely a good person to reach out to with house issues. kids were cute.

my neighbor back home is interesting. same girl, never moved out of the house with two parents. it's like i've known you all my life but i literally don't know anything about you. but, you've seen me grown. and you see me grow, but it means nothing to you. you don't know me. but...i also don't know you. but...because i know you've seen me grow, and see me more than most people have, through most of the stages of my life, that's actually so intimate. i wonder what me's stick out to them. in a way, they know me more than a lot of people, even those closest to me.

i remember my first neighbor was korean probably. i remember going to her house to get melona bars. i remember the black neighbors. i remember robert....randomly.

neighbors....sweet sweet strangers. haha.

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periodic self-reflection - 10.29.24. 11:58pm

we're gonna do a little check-in. few things have been weighing on my mind.

earlier tonight I saw my first roach in my apartment. I screamed repeatedly as I tried to shoot it with a gun while my dad egged me on over facetime. this is: living alone in the city of dreams!

one tab over, my boyfriend is streaming a scary game. I don't like this one, but I love his voice, so somehow I can still fall asleep to it. funny how he is starting his night as mine is ending (a little later than it should, but that's cross-country long distance for ya).

I'm in the midst of my first ultra-viral moment. it's overwhelming. my first tattoo is probably second to this, and then all of my halsey twitter moments after that. it's exciting, and unexpected. bit whoreish of people not to compensate me for the views i'm bringing them as, oh idk, a cover image on nowthis for example. ah well, guess all that work painting my face saturday night for a costume i thought of in june ended up paying off somehow.

halloweekend has a record of being a little cursed for me. i'm not going to say it's over this year until after thursday, but it's had a shit reputation over the years. the past three years were actually comically bad and fully traumatic. the past three halloweekends changed the course of my life. all in ways that have become quite positive and have transformed my life in unexpected and beautiful ways.

speaking of. this is hard for me to say. but I have a sneaking suspicion that I haven't let myself fully open up to any of the people i've met or grown closer to in the past two years because of how I lost everyone two years ago. i've just felt such a divide between how I act with my friends of 9+ years vs those i've known for a few years or less. and of course, certain levels of comfortability come with time, which is what i've dismissed it as. but i've noticed more and more around my newer friends (who i've still known for 1.5 years at minimum, which is crazy!) that I really hold back from more difficult conversations, giving them advice that they might not want to hear - basically saying anything that might upset them for even a second. I feel like it's made me a yes man, someone spineless. I feel like my judgement is permanently fractured. I want to believe the best in people, I see the world behind the delusion of very foggy rose-colored glasses. i rarely let myself think of things negatively (unless you've really done something to deserve it) because I don't want to rain on anyone's parade. I think my friends deserve better than what they're settling for, but they also know that. and I know that as much as we tell each other that, that true realization and subsequent change has to come from them. i've been where they are, and I was abandoned when I didn't follow orders. so, I think it's a mix of being patient with them, but also saying the hard things that they might not always want to hear when they come to you. which i've been trying extra hard to do lately. I think i'm just so permanently terrified that the people i've grown to love and be so happy around will also up and leave me too.

another thing that has felt, refreshing, I suppose - is again, how I feel with my friends of 9+ years. she told me the day she broke up with me that I was unable to have intelligent and thoughtful conversations (nice!) so naturally I wondered if I was actually a fucking idiot who couldn't comprehend more than the clique series, re-watching the same movies and tv shows over and over- oh wait, we actually had that in common! lol. well anyways, I rediscovered over time that that actually wasn't true! i've been so lucky the past year to spend so much more time with my best friends- all of them, as scattered across the country as they are- than I have in years. having the chance to talk for hours about anything and everything without worrying about the clock running out. hehe era went incredibly hard, and i've felt such youthful joy in remembering that alcohol doesn't need to be involved in order to be social in any capacity. I really think I used alcohol as a crutch after her. her words dug so deep and they truly fucked with my self image, so I fully let loose and bought into the party girl lifestyle that I was dabbling with as 2022 progressed. and I don't have any regrets about that, I truly think I needed to live that crazy lifestyle for a while to find myself again - because I ended up getting some wonderful friends out of it, and countless stories. and looking back, I think I know why she said those things to me. in about the eight month dissolution of our friendship, I slowly held more and more back. just about everything I said and did was met with judgement, doubt, or a fight anyways (not unlike the previous 16 years, but it really ramped up) so I just shut up. and because of it, I felt farther than ever from my best friends that I had been inseparable from for 4 years. I was already bad at confrontation and talking about uncomfortable things, and i'm sure me choosing "just shut up" definitely made things worse. at the time though, that seemed like the only option. every day felt like suffocation, and I never wanted to feel that way again.

and yet, i did. but instead of repeating my doormatting pattern (at least, to avoid breaking any previous records), I took them out of my life. some I gave too many chances. one I left without a word and explanation, because she already knows. it hurt because I saw pieces of my past behavior in her, things I wish I could've apologized for once karma brought them around. but then she ended up being just as worse, if not totally irredeemable, as almost anyone could've predicted. another's anxieties kept manifesting in ways that hurt my friends and I too many times- and once I felt that familiar lack of air, I knew it was over. the last one slowly choked the air out of me with his monotone berating, leaving me passed out from exhaustion on my own couch as my body fought for a way to escape. and it wasn't always that way, it was good for so long. it was so pure, I can tell from the way I wrote about it last year. but i don't think i'd be able to remember those feelings if not for those honey-coated musings.

It's been two years and I feel like I just started feeling like myself again. it sounds like a long time, but it felt like the blink of an eye. 2022-23 were for fucking around, trying everything, processing grief, partying, sex, meeting new people, hating brooklyn, grabbing all the pieces I liked and chucking them into the future to take with me whenever I decided I was ready to sit down and sort through it all. and then, standing under the BQE after eating one of the greatest sandwiches of my life, one admission to an old friend with a complicated yet lovely history elicited a swift emotional punch to the gut - and something clicked. have you ever felt years of pent up love suddenly burst out of some pair of metaphorical, idiotic gates you built in your head? but you're glad you built them, because you wouldn't have ended up where you are if you hadn't? for the first time in two years (or seven, if you want to cut that deep) we were finally ready. and I could write about this for hours, but I just checked the time so I gotta wrap it up soon. plus I wanna save all the love juice for some long mushy essay I want to give him on some other special day :)

all of that to say. that moment kind of put a blanket of calm over an area of my life that was definitely the subject of irritation over the years. a sigh of relief replaced all the sharp intakes of the past. so I spent 2024 falling in love, spending almost as much time living in a cozy apartment in the city of my dreams as I have jetsetting around the country and across the ocean, floating down a river with my parents that I can call my second home, never going too many days without seeing my lovely friends, dedicating time each week to therapy with my mother that I begged for for years that changed both of our lives in the best way imaginable, and living the dreams of my inner child - from running around the studio and the scottish hills where they shot harry potter, handshakes outside of the parent trap house in london, romping around disney world and disneyland where sad is basically impossible, and going back to visit both my high and middle schools to cap it off.

I feel very proud of the person i've become in the past few years. I feel very new and improved, but I also feel like i've found and reconnected with pieces of myself that got a little lost along the way. I never understood what people meant when they said those things, as it can sound pretty generic- but now I do. and i'm smiling to myself because i did all that work without even realizing it some of the time. there's still so much I want to change, and improve, and muse over until I decide what's right for me - which is good, and doesn't negate any of the progress i've made so far, which is a lot!

there's always more to write, but it's past my bedtime, if i even have one anymore. i love this place for always listening, even after 15 years- wait. more than half my life has been on this website

okay. that's a different crisis to have.

happy halloweekend, kids. pray for me, i'll pray for you.

love. 10.30.24. 1:35am

#excelsior

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IWTV Liveblog S2E8 " And that's the end of it. There's nothing left"

What is the other city in the opening? Nola?[checks YES]

The irony of Louis being buried alive in Paris like what Grace did in New Orleans but literally now

Get his ass Daniel. Don't left him forget we know he is a liar who lies

Daniel asking Louis if the rocks are still there in his ankles-We leave the damage so we don't forget the damage.

Oh how the mighty have fallen-Armand is now the lowest in the coven. He says it was a consequence of him staving Louis

God the music is beautiful and I could listen to it and Louis talk for hours

Louis says does anyone ever ask Lazerus if he wanted to be woken? I am not sure what the refers to-the bible? but i get the gist and it goes back to what I was so annoyed with in episode 5. Louis went into the sun and did not want to be saved. Here he is saying the same thing. Claudia is dead, he feels like he has nothing to live for and here Armand is again doing this shit for self serving purposes.

I was dead but my rage had risen! yesssss. KILL THEM ALL

Rage and Madness-a terrible combo

MEOW. He's lost it fr

Lowkey I loved the dead guy talking to Louis. It gave horror zombie vibes especially cause they are in a cemetery. I'm gonna need to borrow your truck lol so considerate

"I ain't fuckin worried about you!"- and that's the sad part of this Loumand story. It was never really about him. Also fuck Armand (lovingly)

He roasts Hans costume in his mad ravings lol

"If I am not with him I am nothing. "Girl stand up, you have known him for what 2 years?!

Light em up! (fall out boy gif)

Yeesss walk away from the fire without looking at it!You are too cool babes.

People are calling Louis Gay Blade and I can't. I just might have to cosplay it! I have the trench and a machete at the ready!

Estelle is hilarious. The London coven killed them because they started speaking English?! Girl. I could watch more of these two

Hello Francis! Get his ass Louis!

Why would Armand leave the evidence in the sewers?! Come on he was begging to get caught

"Hard to hold hands after he killed my sister and my fledgling" Not that had apparently after 49 yrs but again that goes back to him punishing himself

"Don't let him take credit for the workman role he played" This quick line shows Santiago was the real mastermind

Come to me Francis

I'm not sure I believe Santigo. I think he is saying all of that to rile Louis up. Armand might not have cared about Claudia but I can't imagine he would let them desecrate her ashes like that. At least i hope god.

My man said I got big balls

Louis deadly with those words. Francis never stood a chance.

Say that shit about Claudia to my face. Louis has never been hotter but he should have lit him on fire too

"All my rage and madness exited my body and nothing replaced it."Even now

My first thought when Armand said he made a choice was that he chose himself then I revised it that he chose him and Louis bc that felt like the only thinking that would make sense as to why they are still together but I WAS RIGHT. The gremlin chose himself!

I was hoping this Lestat scene was him chained up somewhere by the coven but its Magnus's tower. I thought it would be bigger(thats what she said gif)

I don't know why it went over my head watching it. I guess Louis and Armand's presence together threw me off(ahem) or else I would have expected the canon book even ts. I was looking forward to it even.

I still hope we revisit the trial or even get exposition as to why he came, why he participated and why he stayed after bc its not clear to me

Ok he answered why he stayed- To contemplate his behavior and origins in the place he was made.

I've come to kill you" Was Louis being deadass? Would he have tried

"I have to be willing and I'm not in the mood" Lestat is sooo annoying lol This is serious business

LOUIS! whatever pale proxy of me!! is wild. That'll do it(wasted gif)

Lestat's face! He can barely keep it together

"He loved you I can say that now." Cause you know the end is near that Daniel about to drop a bomb

I really can't believe the Vampire Sm has become so important lol. We were laughing. He's a whole Talamasca agent and we're laughing

uh oh that fucking piano note. Its on par with the MCR 'g' note now

Woooow Armand fdidn't save Louis just went along with the lie that he did

For all intents and purpuses Louis held his anger pretty well. I thought it would have brought down all of Dubai penthouse

I like the change that they made that Louis isn't a weak vampite. It would make sense that he can toss around Arman(especially if he isn't gonna fight back) because if Lestat has Akashas blood then so does Louis. They even say in the episode to remind us. My blood us your blood

Why set the laptop on fire?He doesn't want the book to come out now?

Louis coming home.My heart . And damn if home dont look good on him. he don't good in that ballcap

Is this the same night? Why is Louis in different clothes? And you couldn't have told me this wasn't an 80's 90's flashback with the cut of his clothes

Lestats and emotional support plank of wood

Can't lie I was hoping for the have you come back to me

this is a lot of exposition

Loustat hugging like they are finally home. fuck me up

Loustat a storm in a storm

Daniel id a vamp!!

Louis said come at me bro!I own the night!

#amc iwtv #liveblogging #iwtv liveblog #on iwtv #immortal universe

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I rag on Nathan's costumes too, but sometimes it gets a little annoying how like... obsessed people are with it? Like if the man wants to wear comfy exercise shirts, let the man wear comfy exercise shirts. If he wants to dress as a flaming hot cheeto, more power to him.

Also stop reading weird stuff into his costumes. Guy just wants to be max comfortable out there and he happens to also have no sense of fashion. Like I said, I poke fun at them too, but lay off lol.

(Being said bring back the Mama Chen made shirt for Rocketman. Bus seat shirt at the Olympics ftw.)

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One thing I really wish I could show everyone is Toller Cranston’s 1986 free skate to the Goncharov soundtrack. He did it at the World Professional Championships, several years after he retired from amateur competition, and it’s absolutely breathtaking.

Toller was known as a skater who pushed artistic boundaries with his work, and his Goncharov was no exception. Portraying the dual roles of Goncharov and Katya, apparent in both costume and choreography, Toller somehow managed to convey, in his language of movement, both the desperate femme fatale that was Katya and the hardened, pained persona was Goncharov. At one point he makes it look as if he is dancing a duet. Is it a dance of a love lost, or of one that never existed at all? Are the two dancers thinking of other people entirely? It’s up to us to decide. Toller gives us no answer.

This program was extremely under-appreciated at the time, and it’s very hard to find, sadly. At the competition itself, figure skating’s conservative judges were tepid on it, and in its place, a showy Scott Hamilton program was the winner. My grandma taped it off tv when it aired, and that’s how I saw it. I still remember watching it years after it aired on that grainy VHS. It was my first experience with Goncharov, and it was so memorable to this day.

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Join us on October 6, 2022 at 2:30 AM JST (the exact time Yuri!!! on Ice's first episode aired six years ago) for an international hashtag; #MappaWhereisYOI

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My #1 post of 2022

congrats we bullied MAPPA into adding the ring back in!!

(I don't think anyone was actually bullying. All the comments I saw in reply were very nice! But I appreciate them doing it, and I'm glad people can let their angsty headcanon concerns rest now lol.)

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Fourteen, schmorteen

I wasted a whole day actually working instead of watching and live bloggin, ah well.

zzz's smile is so pretty. I kind of miss him being bitchy and grumpy all the time but i DO like getting to see that smile more.

so netflix tried to make me watch thirteen again so that last one wasnt relevant to 14 but its true and I should say it anyway.

Wen Kexing coming to rescue his boyfriend from being felt up for medical reasons is... well im having a lot of feelings about it.

is the seven nails thing well known outside of window of heaven? like is wkx just going to see the Extra Nipples and be like "i mean doesnt seem average but neither am I lets bang" or do we all know about this kind of thing and its shock and horror. One is significantly funnier.

WHY ARE YOU BEING NICE HE SAY, JEALOUSLY

is this a translation thing or are we jsut rehashing last episodes revelations for a more Emotional Moment

disrobe right there zzz do it.

picking fights because my boyfriend is dying and a pretty boy has solutions he doesnt want and im jealous and sad.

lmao i love that zhou zishu has a moment where he like. Forgets to resist to someone (Wen Kexing, conveniently) trying to open his robes for just a second

Nipples still

Sadge boy

because he's sweet on him thats why he came too

BOY "why yes I am whipped thank u for noticing"

SaDGE RaIN moMEnT

Oh more Present Music. Important conversations.

Ah okay theres the ableism

but like at least they're being honest about how much they... treasure each other. I'm going to presume by this point in the book they're already sucking face or this blowup is waaaaaaay bigger

i mean zzz he's allowed to be sad youre dying. YOU KINDA SPRUNG IT ON HIM he's allowed to not want you to die and to feel like he's missed his chances.

oh she's going to try to kill a bitch

soulful xiao playing. we in sad boy hours again

too sad to be emotionally available for you Gu Xiang, sorry about that.

Everyone you love dies, and now you're sad you got invested also two years is still A WHILE

uh oh the intense eyes are coming back who ARE you gonna kill while crying?

THE XIAO GOT THE KILLING WHILE CRYING I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT I did not know i was this emotionally invested in the fucking flute

what fun costume designing

Zhao Jing seems like the least shitty of the sworn brothers, am I about to change my mind

also goddamn his lapels/collars honestly his whole outfit

whoops she over saturated the mic there

memory unlock, eh?

i mean he cheated in some capacity? hard to get the full context here since i know im wading through translations and localizations

at least he's not reveling in it.

Moody Memorial what could go wrong.

MAN the costume designer for Shen Shen went the fuck OFF. his fits are seriously the best in the show. The use of texture and contrast in them is alwyas so fucking cool wish i liked him lmao

i mean you raided one of their manors and killed a bunch of maids im just saying you probably shoul expect retaliation at a thing you care a lot about

okay but imagine they just throw the joss around for like an hour and they ruin it via it wont be clean

oh okay so not gthost valley and i basically called it lmao

OH i kinda thought she'd killed him. aight

outfits are different colors so you can Tell. or maybe inconsistent color grading but im live with the belief its intentional because it would be sensible

is it still a weimao on him does taht count as a weimao crossing in front of the face like that? one wonders.

also is it zzz or zzs and i just thought zzz didnt fit the normal conventions but the fuck do I know? will need to investigate further lol pretty sure ive seen it as zzz a few times but also z and s are visually similar so like. who knows man

Word of Honor Liveblog

Episode one lets gooooo.

Why are these laterns SO Big? Is this going to be a plot point? OH BECAUSE ITS PEOPLE lkajf;sdlkfj Strong fucking start I love it

How to make all of these scenes just A Little moodier: put on your yellow computer glasses because you're in your 30s now.

Did... did they CGI his hat on? No its just. Weird the camera doesn't like the fabric or SOMEHING it looks like a big sticker. anyway

The dramatic metal sounds and the typewriter finished line TING sounds are amazing. Inspired Foley choices.

the popped collar. Okay so this si going to be more Costuming Commentary Hour I guess. but how much interfacing do you think they shoved in that thing to get it to stay upright with those ornaments/clasps stuck in, too?

the singular chair open to the elements is maybe not sensible but man what a cool fucking shot

Seven nails exposition. Urine Town has forever changed how i view exposition dumps in shows. goddamnit.

OKAY BUT THEY LOOK LIKE EXTRA NIPPLES IM SORRY

what cheekbones though goodness me

oh boy emperor dude is MAD he about to kill a bitch. I feel it. disrobing in court seems like the kind of thing for a PWP but *go on*

i love this level of dramatic explosion

SORRY ARE YOU SAYING ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS ARE ASSASINS FOR YOU DO YOU THINK THATS HEALTHY

you're welcome for getting to stab me ✨✨

Local theater nerd assassin, coming to a roadside inn near you, apparently.

WHAT ARE THESE NEW HATS

kink gone wrong.

Millinery in these shows is simply on a whole other level. I am discovering so many new hatshapes and i love them all.

also the vertical pleats built into the front of the outfits is sssssssuuuch a good look.

left line looks like an cosplay contest the bright colors the stand-out outfit designs. the literal scythe.

goddamn everyones an asshole today I see.

WEN KEXING LETS GO GU XIANG LETS GOOOO. I've been promised a horrible goose!!

THE MOST EXTRA WAY TO SHARE A DRINK GIRL

immediate GAY. i love this lmao

Man yeah okay i am in love with Gu Xiang. what a brat who gave her a whip and Stronk? Terrible idea, I fully approve.

#word of honor #live bloggin #tian ya ke #Episode 14

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years ago

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language

A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.

A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~

edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

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Villagers scattered about, decorating homes and streets alike, preparing drums and costumes with jovial attitudes; the excitement was palpable. Most everyone looked forward to the Festival of the Sun, it was hard not to! The music, the ritual dancing, the offerings of food and wine to the gods as well as loved ones were certainly something to be excited about. The festivities themselves lasted for an entire week. It had to in order to entice him down from his place of rest. He was hard to excite, after all.

The Festival of the Sun is performed once a year before the cold season begins in order to plead with the sun god for protection from death during the upcoming frost. At the peak of the festivities, a living sacrifice is offered to the deity, but seldom does he come down. Most sacrifices come back without having even felt his presence, however throughout the history of the festival there were rare instances of his sacrifice being found dead at the end of the celebrations. The manner of death was always the same, burnt from the inside out. These instances came to be synonymous with having met him.

That fact made you, the sacrifice chosen for the upcoming celebrations, a bit nauseated. The idea of meeting the sun god made you nervous for many reasons; you were his devout follower, a young peasant chosen by the temple due to your dedication to your faith. At least, that’s what they told you when they notified you of your impending position. Your faith was well known in the village, you made the hike to his temple every two days without fail and prayed for hours in his sanctuary as well as volunteered to help clean the entirety of his temple.

His statues had always entranced you and you often wondered if that was what he really looked like. Was he really that tall and broad? Certainly awe inspiring if true. You’d run the soapy cloth along the carvings of his hair and close your eyes, guiltily pretending you were running your fingers through his majestic locks, it was so long, and the artist made it look so wild and untamed, giving his likeness a dangerous edge that made you bite your bottom lip. It would not be an exaggeration to say you were attracted to your god, or rather to the idea of him.

You had never met him or even heard his words as some priests had claimed to have heard. The high priest, the one who informed you of your role in the festivities, had said that your devotion moved the god and he had asked for you; that made you roll your eyes. As if the sun god himself would ask for you. The odd one, no family or friends, let alone a dating history, or anything of the sort that would catch the attention of anyone let alone such a powerful and incredible god. No matter, it would just mean another year without his appearance, though there is the possibility he’s so enraged by your presentation that he decides to burn you like the others.

He was not known for his mercy, after all. His lust for blood was legendary and his rivalry with the god of the forests still affects humanity despite their typically dormant state. Their battles have scored the earth and ruined oceans, much to the god of the sea’s displeasure. The temple texts state that the gods of forest and sun reawaken every century to continue their discourse. Were the previously killed sacrifices burned for his amusement or was he displeased with their appearance? Being burnt from the inside out at the hands of your beloved deity, was that your destined end?

As you contemplated your possible demise, the festival began. For the first three days your job was to stay in the temple. You were to pray all day, bathe in the ceremonial waters, and eat only the fruits provided. Each day the ceremonial drumming, which was performed as the sun began to set and would continue until sunrise, could be heard despite the temples stone walls. Their beat entrancing and familiar. It gave you something to look forward to as you prayed without response.

On the fourth day you weren’t allowed to eat anything, only drink a strangely viscus and milky liquid with no taste that left the core of your being feeling cold. The usual warm bath with citrus scents was replaced with the same cold and thick liquid you were forced to drink. Are they trying to give me a cold before they send me to my death? You thought as you shivered. The older priestesses were made to wash you, they rubbed the fluid into every part of your being. Maybe I’ll freeze before I’m burnt alive.

It was almost like a massage, the way the older women prepared you. The way they rubbed the fluid into the flesh of your breasts made you blush, and the blush only deepened when your sex was given the same amount of attention and pressure. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling was a bit unusual. Heat began to swirl in your center, and it helped you fight off the cold for the rest of the bath.

When you were brought out of the bath rolls of white and red silk were draped around your body in odd patterns. The material itself felt wonderful but they tied the red pieces around your arms and neck, while the white silk they used to bind your chest and cover your mound. It was an odd feeling, only being partially dressed and your abdomen being bare made you flush in embarrassment. They tied your hair back in a braid that was as long as your hair would allow, and they twisted the same type of red silk around it. You were not allowed to look at your own appearance and one of the women led you out of the temple without so much as a word.

Once outside you began to shiver again and your bare feet gracing the soft grass only made you feel colder. The breeze made goose flesh begin to rise along your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep warm. Sounds of the villagers enjoying the festival gave you something to focus on. What would you be doing, if you were not here? Enjoying some wine perhaps, dancing around the oversized fire that was lit in your god’s honor? Mmm maybe even enjoying a full plate of roast boar, your stomach grumbled at the thought.

A group of priests, including the high priest, emerged from the temple and began to lead you further to the west of the temple. On that side there was a trail. Most everyone knew of the trail, but it was not to be used by anyone but the blessed. It led up to the highest peak in the valley and at the top stood a temple made specifically to hold the sun god’s presence when he graced the earth.

The high priest ushered you onto the trail and began to walk in front of you, the others following behind. The entire hike up felt very stiff and uncomfortable, it made you more nervous than you already were. The high priest stopped, as did you, right before the doors to the sacred temple. It was much grander, the walls made of marble instead of stone with gold gilded doors and carvings of suns in the luxurious columns. A strong wind practically blew through you, and you wondered if you’d ever feel warm again. A quick glance around at the people meant to guide you made your stomach twist in knots. They all had such grave expressions. You wondered what was next and began to try to convey your question with your eyes but they refused look at you. “Um,” you began. “Excuse-“

A loud shout rang out from the village, the signal to start the drums. Startled, you glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had begun to set. The high priest turned and walked until he was right in front of you. He began to press a large flask of what looked to be the same viscous liquid into your hands while a different priest came behind you and began to tie a red ribbon made of the same silk tightly around your eyes. The cool material caused your heart to beat as hard as the drums. “Drink this once the sun has fully set, there will be more inside, be sure to drink all of it throughout the next few days.”

Your breathing picked up. Someone, you weren’t sure who, began to tie your wrists together in front of you. “Do not attempt to look at him,” the high priest spoke again. “Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact. You may roam around the temple but do not leave it.” How did he expect you to roam without being able to see? “We will be back at the end of the festival to collect you, do as we say and as he says and you will survive,” he paused, “probably.”

You nodded nervously; you couldn’t see his face but could feel the sense of dread in the air. “Alright, let us begin.” Someone began to push you forward and you felt your bare feet touch the chilled marble, heard the large doors creak open, and felt the plush of a cushion as they sat you down on the floor. Once their touch left you, the sense of foreboding increased. When you heard the door slam shut you knew you were alone.

You could hear the high priest begin a prayer outside the door, though it was rather muffled, you pressed your fingers against each other, and you tried to calm your nerves by joining in on the prayer. “Allow your warmth to protect and guide me,” you muttered. After a moment’s hesitation you added, “and your cruelty to pass over me.” And altogether you ended the prayer with an ‘amen’ though yours felt a tad more strained.

Through the blindfold you could make out vague shapes thanks to the small amounts of light; but that was all you could see, and once the sun set you would essentially be blind. You stayed seated for a time and fiddled with the flask that you had been given. The wrappings around your wrists weren’t painful or too constricting but they did limit what you could do. How were you supposed to stay like this for four nights and three days? “Where even is the restroom?” You glanced around at the shapes that made up what you could see. “Do gods even use the restroom?”

After a few more minutes of fretting and shaking you decided to stand and try to figure out what was in the room. You placed your arms out in front of you. Your hands may have been bound but you were still able to grab a hold of things. The temperature of the temple was colder than the temperature outside, it was similar to the biting chill of the nights in the cold season. At this point you wondered if you were doomed to die from frostbite. The tips of your fingers scraped against the cold marble of the walls, and you continued to glide your hands along the carvings to guide you through the area. As your vision began to worsen you knew the sun was almost under the mountain.

Your fingers brushed against a metal decoration and you began to explore the piece to the best of your abilities. It felt like a throne, a large one, with a cushion made of the same type of silk that was draped around you. The size of the throne made it feel a bit more like a small loveseat, you couldn’t imagine it being too comfortable with all the surrounding metals. Beside the throne seemed to be a short table with a pitcher atop it. The pitcher was carved, and you could tell it was well crafted by running your fingers along the object. It felt much too light to be filled with anything, much to your chagrin. You had been hoping for a sip of real water.

While there was still a bit of sunlight left you decided to try to explore the center of the room a bit more. You walked cautiously from the throne to the middle of the area and saw a shadow that seemed to be a table or something similar. It was a bit tall to be a table and you placed your hands on it and felt that it was also made of a cold marble. There were no chairs around it and as your fingers brushed along the edges you felt that there were words engraved on it. You wondered if they were gilded with gold like the carvings on the outer columns had been. Slowly, you attempted to read what was engraved around the table. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood,” you muttered. “Well, that would be me.”

“Is that right?”

You flinched. That was not a voice you recognized. It was deep and alluring, with an inflection that sounded almost amused. The man’s voice had come from behind you, where you remembered the throne being. Cautiously, you turned toward where you thought the voice was coming from but immediately had to squeeze your eyes shut. All there was in that direction was a bright light, like the sun itself had come to rest in front of you. Wait, your breath caught in your throat. The sun itself?

“A-Are you perhaps-“

“Yes?”

You felt so hesitant. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, the urge to drop down on your knees and bow was at the forefront of your mind. There was a warmth, an intense but welcome warmth, that began to move toward you. Your eyes were still closed tight; even behind the blindfold his brightness was too much. Like a warm breath it felt like his presence was closer, but you weren’t sure how close. Without much more thought, you gave into your urge and got down to your hands and knees with your head resting atop your extended arms on the floor. Even the floor felt warmer now than it had before his arrival. “My lord!”

“Hm, not quite as interesting as I was expecting.” He sounded so close, almost as if he was directly above you. “But not altogether unpleasant.”

Your skin began to tingle from the contrast in temperature. Hot and cold. Internally, you still felt like you were freezing but externally his presence had warmed everything to such a degree it felt like you might melt. Lightly, it felt like just the tips of his fingers, began to trial down your exposed spine, like he was counting vertebrae. Again, your bottom lip felt the sting of your teeth as your mind reeled at not only meeting but being touched by your god. The same god whose likeness you had thought of in some not so holy ways.

“Is it still too bright?”

“P-Pardon?”

“I understand that my presence tends to be overwhelming for human eyes, shall I dim myself?” He answered his own question, as the harsh biting against your eyelids seemed to lessen and instead of a sun his presence looked more like a group of brightly lit candles. It hurt still, but you were finally able to open your eyes. You wanted to look at him, wanted to take the blindfold off and gaze upon his glory but you kept your head down, afraid of the consequences of doing so. “Thank you for your consideration, my lord.”

“Still so polite,” his dry chuckle was like velvet in your ears. You shivered, but not from fear or temperature; you wanted to hear him speak more. The pleasing thought of having him order you around floated about in your mind. Warm, overly warm, fingers gripped your chin roughly and had you look up at the veiled view of his face. “I like how you’ve thought about me a lot better than the way you’re speaking to me now.”

Your heart hiccupped. Your thoughts of him!? You could feel the color drain from your face. All the unsavory thoughts you had about his image filtered through your mind at once. The few times you had touched yourself had also been to ideas of him. Would he kill you now for your blasphemous behavior? Was he aware of all of them? That rich chuckle continued to fill your ears, much more amused this time, and he turned your head from side to side as if in assessment of a product at the market. “Don’t be so nervous, child. You act like I’m going to burn you alive.”

You were pretty sure he might.

There were no details, but from his outline it seemed like the statue was rather accurate. His hair was long, spiked, and wild like the mane of a lion; his shoulders broad and perfectly set. He barely had a hold on your chin but the bits of his fingers you could feel felt strong, large, and overly warm. The high priest had told you not to look at him but maybe? Just a peek? “Can I remove the-“

“Do you want to go blind?”

“What?”

“Do you think you can stare directly at the sun without repercussions? You’ll go blind if you look at me with your naked eye.”

“Oh,” you pressed your lips together, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “Right, yes, that makes sense.”

“Eager to see your god, are we?”

You wanted to nod but refrained and he let go of your chin. “You haven’t finished the elixir yet.” He said it as a statement of fact and let out a sigh that sounded exasperated. The blood in your veins rushed at a dizzying pace and you felt panic begin to rise in your throat. Had you displeased him? Would he leave because of it? Anything but that.

“I hadn’t realized the time, please forgive-“ Wet warm lips pressed against yours midsentence. It was intense and hot, so very hot. One of his large hands grabbed the back of your head roughly, forcing you to tilt your head back and he tugged on the braid. The surprise made you flinch, and your mouth opened slightly, but it was enough for him. He began to force a liquid into your mouth from his. It was different from the others; it had a sweet taste to it that sat heavy in your center. The warmth of his lips felt like it might burn, but the cool of the liquid soothed it almost immediately. The contrast made you moan, and his tongue began to enter your mouth.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to feel turned on as his tongue caressed and pulled at your own. Were you allowed to kiss back? How was this supposed to work? Another noise escaped you as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, slowly and with intent. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to calm down. He pulled away slowly, allowing his tongue to linger against yours in the space between you. The sun god chuckled once again, “That face is rather enticing.”

If only you could see what face it was. His touch left you and the warmth of his being began to dissipate. “Resting for so long can be quite boring,” he began, his voice sounded like it was back at the throne. When you opened your eyes you could see the light of his being further back, it seemed as if he was sitting on the golden décor. It almost looked like he was slouched, with one hand against the arm rest and his head on his fist, but that was just your assumption. You had no way of seeing the details of his form. “So, while we wait for the elixir to kick in, entertain me.”

Entertain? How? Should you ask? What if that angered him? He didn’t seem like the patient sort. You heard a sound similar to liquid filling a basin and saw him shift as it looked like he may be drinking. Your heart pounded in your ears in time with the beat of the drums that boom from below. Oh, was that it? At this point in the evening, for the festival, everyone would be dancing. Is that what he wanted? The dance was created for his worship, after all.

You stood on nervous legs, your hands still bound, and listened patiently to the beat. When you felt you had a good enough idea of the rhythm you began the dance. It was fast, continuously moving, with moves similar to dodging attacks in a spar. When the drum paused you twisted your spine and bent backward, almost hitting the sacrificial table behind you, and stretch your arms up behind your head to touch the cool marble. The stretch made you feel exposed. Your neck, abdomen, and legs were on full display. As the pause remained, so did your position. It was difficult, but the dance seemed to warm you up. You felt the flush travel across your body, and you began to feel rather thirsty. You resumed at the same time as the drums.

Everything seemed to disappear as the song continued. Your muscles began to loosen, your tension nonexistent, you completely forgot where you were or why you were even dancing in the first place. It was like you were hypnotized to follow the music. One foot out in front and the other behind, your hands pushed out in front almost like you were begging. Everything felt warm now, your breathing was labored from exertion. Much to your embarrassment, even your core felt a bit sticky. Your hair began to frame your face and you barely registered that the braid had come loose. “Keep dancing,” came his silken command. So, you did.

His approach was harder to feel this time, the difference in temperature not quite as stark, but when his hand caressed the side of your neck you gasped at the excess heat. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Right, more dancing.

One of his hands remained at your neck, curling around it like a collar and restricting your movements. You couldn’t move away from him without feeling choked. His other hand slid down the length of your swaying curves, from the tops of your covered breasts to the dip of your hips where the white ribbon was tied. The heat was almost sweltering and the ache in your sex began to grow. He tugged and the silk around your waist began to slip away, creating static as it fell from your flesh.

You couldn’t help but stop, your senses now fully focused on your naked lower half. Without the cloth your arousal was even more obvious, its evidence sticking to your thighs. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled so close to your ear. A shiver wracked your form, and you did your best to start moving again, but his hand inching toward your center made you lose your rhythm and your movements became awkward. His hot tongue began to lick a stripe along the red silk wrapped around your collar bone. His warm fingers began to stroke the plush flesh of your mound. A fresh wave of slick began to coat your labia.

“Mm,” you pressed your lips together. You felt like you were on fire. “My lord, please,” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”

He was giving you permission to call him by name? His fingers trailed down and began to stroke the naked flesh of your sex. The amount of wetness made the sounds of his fingers vulgar as he moved them back and forth against the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, and you gasped, his warm fingers immediately zeroing in on your clit. The heat was overwhelming, adding extra stimulation to your already pulsing bud. Your core began to clench, and your hips reflexively bucked toward his hand. “Go on,” he chided. “Say the name of your god, tell him how badly you want him to finger you.”

Your vagina pulsed at the thought. Saying his real name was taboo in the temple, but he was giving you permission. It was impossible to think, his fingers sped up their assault. Only incoherent noises left your throat as your knees began to buckle. How were you this close already? The hand that was around your neck squeezed teasingly, cutting off your air flow temporarily, before moving down to support your lower back as your legs threatened to give out. Instinctively you reached out and tried to use his arm for support before immediately pulling your hands back. They burned, like you had touched a hot stove.

“Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact.” The high priest’s words rang out in your mind.

“Weren’t you warned pet?” His head leaned down to your burnt hands, his fingers not ceasing, and he licked along your palms as if to soothe them. The mixture of pain and pleasure only brought you closer to the edge and you began to buck your hips in earnest. Your pleasured noises began to grow into full moans as you approached your peak.

Quickly, without warning, he removed his fingers from your clit and unceremoniously thrust two inside of your entrance. It burned, the heat and the pain of the stretch, but it brought you over the edge anyway. He hadn’t even had to move his fingers and you were already clenching down on them. Tears welled in your eyes behind the blindfold, and you called out, “Ahh, Madara!”

“How cute,” he announced, his voice a note or two deeper, the arm that was supporting you was trembling. “So eager that you came just from having my fingers inside you?”

Madara began to move his fingers, slow and deliberate, making sure to scrape them against your walls and ensuring that pain accompanied the pleasure. He moved his mouth to your neck and tugged at the red ribbon, untying it with his teeth and exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. He began to scissor your entrance and you felt the tightness in your gut return. “Such a naughty human, touching yourself to the thought of your god. Did you think I wasn’t watching? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

You felt like you were burning, and you heard the juices of your arousal splash against your skin. His thick fingers began to thrust quickly, and he brought his palm up to rub at your sensitive clit. A whine left your throat. He continued his verbal assault. “I watched you each and every time you called out to me with lust. I saw the way your greedy pussy swallowed one, then two, even three of your own fingers. But it was never enough, was it? You needed something else, needed these fingers to fill you.” He added a third finger and you had never felt so full. A cry of his name left your lips again and that rich chuckle of his vibrated through you. “Well how is it? Now that you have the real thing, is it satisfactory? Are you still feeling greedy?”

“It’s good,” you slurred in a drawn-out moan. His fingers began to push at your walls in opposing directions and you thought you might drool. “So so good.”

“Only good? Well, I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

All three fingers curled at once and began to press on a specific part of your walls. Your breathing stopped, your body convulsed, your toes curled, and your vagina clenched like your life depended on it. His palm pressed hard against your abused bundle of nerves, and you came yet again. But this one was different, more intense, almost painful as it washed over every part of your being. You felt dizzy before you remembered to breathe. His hand kept moving but you were at your wits end. “Too much, ah,” you wanted to grab a hold of his arm but barely registered you would get burned again if you did. Your sex throbbed painfully. “Please lord Madara,” you pleaded. “It’s too much.”

The sun god removed his fingers slowly but made sure to keep supporting you. You watched as the vague light of his being seemed to lick a trail from his own palm down his arm and he moaned deeply as he followed the trail back up to his palm. He moved his hand away from his own mouth and brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your tongue poked out of your mouth shyly and you wrapped it around the three fingers hesitantly. A grunt left your throat as you tasted yourself on his digits. He shoved the three of them into your mouth, not willing to give you the chance to continue to do as you pleased. Obediently, you sucked. The heat from his fingers almost felt like they would burn your mouth too. Again, you wondered what he looked like in full detail. You gently scraped your teeth against the three digits. “Good pet,” he muttered and pressed the pads of his fingers down on your tongue. “Now, lay down on that table. I’m going to take my sacrifice.”

Madara removed his fingers and let go of you entirely. You stumbled, almost fell to your knees again as your support disappeared. Thanks to the light of his being you were able to see the shadows that made up the cold marble of said sacrificial table. As much as you tried to make your crawl a top it look sexy, you fumbled a few times. It was rather high, making it difficult to crawl onto, but your inability to be graceful didn’t seem to deter him as he was atop you the moment you fully laid down.

The sun god’s scorching lips graced yours once more and this time you tried to meet his tongue stroke for stroke. His impossibly warm palms enveloped your breasts and began to mold them to his liking, almost as if he was trying to change their shape to his hands. For the first time you felt his entire body as it pressed against you. His muscles were firm as they met your squishy flesh and the hardness of his arousal rubbed against your belly in interest. It leaked with precum and the thought of that being your doing gave you butterflies. Slowly he pulled away, he seemed to sit up for a second as you heard the sounds of a glass bottle opening. His own breathing sounded labored, but it paused as he began to gulp down whatever he had opened.

When he was seemingly satisfied, he pressed his lips to yours again, and much like the first kiss, forced the liquid down your throat. Some of it dribbled down the side of your mouth, being too much to swallow all at once, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to aggressively explore your mouth. What surprised you was when he began to pour out the chilled liquid onto your overheated sex. Your back arched, the contrast in temperatures a shock to your system.

He threw the glass bottle away and it broke against the flooring with a loud crash. His thick fingers began to coat themselves in the fluid and started to scoop it into you. You groaned into his mouth. Madara kept pushing it in, forcing it as deep inside of you as his fingers would allow. It felt odd, his hands and your body heat slowly warmed the liquid as he pushed it inside. The god pulled away from the kiss with a loud breath. “No more games,” he announced and pulled his fingers away.

The sound of his slick fingers against his own flesh made you shiver. You wished you could see it, him fisting himself atop you. What a gorgeous sight that would be, it was almost worth the risk of going blind. Almost. He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding your tied wrists above your head and the other holding him in place. His tip felt large as it twitched impatiently against your hole. Anticipation made you hold your breath.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He thrust in and your jaw dropped. Big, he was so big. You felt overstuffed, like there were six of his large fingers shoved inside. Madara pushed forward more, your walls spasming around the intrusion. He was too big; it was too much. You felt like you were going to break, like he’d split you in half. More of his shaft entered you and he groaned, his guiding hand now reaching up to grip your hip and push you further onto him. It felt like he had knocked the wind out of you as the tip of his penis hit your cervix. Surely that was it, he couldn’t go any further. “Pretty little thing, so fucked out already and I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled, his words strained. He brought the hand that was holding your wrists down to wipe your chin of drool that you hadn’t even realized was there. “You’re so wet,” he grunted and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward quickly. You grunted, the drag of his dick the best thing you had ever felt. “Behave and I might just reward you.”

He began to thrust in earnest, the mushroom head hitting against your cervix with each thrust in, like it was trying to bury itself deeper inside of you. Your back bowed and he forced your hips to meet his. You brought your hands up and began to grip at the edge of the marble table. Your white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping you grounded. He brought his unoccupied hand down to your left breast and began to thumb the nipple in time with his thrusts. The shlick shlick shlick sound of each drag against your insides made your toes curl once again. You felt the heavy weight of his balls hit against your perineum and the slick that was pushed out with every thrust leaked down onto the stone beneath.

The sun god was more vocal than you had expected, grunting with effort, and groaning when you clenched particularly hard around him. You licked your lips, your mouth felt dry from hanging open for so long. Your guts began to twist in knots again and you knew you would cum soon. In a rush of bravery, you brought your legs up and attempted to wrap them around his waist. Immediately, your flesh began to burn, and you set them back down. “What did I tell you?” He sounded strained and he moved his second hand to your other hip. “Behave.”

“I can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, his shaft scraping just right against your g-spot and causing your climax to begin again. He hissed and you felt his hair tickle your stomach as he leaned forward and his grip on your hips tightened. You hoped he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” he sounded depraved, and you bit your bottom lip hard. His hips continued to push into you. “Your walls are trying so hard to milk me, is that what you want? Hm? You want me to breed you?”

“Uhn,” you couldn’t help but nod vigorously. Your mind so warped with pleasure that you’d do anything he asked. “Oh, Madara,” you groaned and bucked your hips against his grip.

“You want to carry my bastard,” his voice thick with arousal. His large hands pulled you further down on the table and he put both of your legs up around his shoulders. “Everyone will know it’s mine. They’ll all see your rounded belly and know that it’s the seed of their god growing inside of you.”

The new angle was intense, he bore heavily down onto your cervix with every thrust. He pushed your legs forward, putting them up by your shoulders, almost folding you in half, and pushed into your womb. You screamed. It was too much, an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had your nerves confused. “Feel me reach the deepest parts of you,” he grunted. Madara grabbed your tied wrists and brought your hand down to your folded stomach. He made your hands press against your lower belly where you felt the outline of him inside of you. The extra pressure added more feeling and you whined. “I’m going to fill that pretty little womb of yours.”

His thrusts quickened, becoming bruising and focused. You kept your hand where he placed it and felt his bulge as it moved in and out of you. Your head moved back and through your lust filled haze you noticed that the edges of the blindfold had loosened. If you moved a bit more maybe it would come off? Madara moved one of his hands inward and began to stroke at your clit quickly. His pace becoming uneven as his breathing sped up. “You were fucking made for this,” he groaned out. “Made to take me, to be folded in half and fucked stupid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out and moved your head to the side. The silk slipped off of your eyes and you kept them closed as you tried to ignore the need to look at him. He felt so good, so brutal. Your clit throbbed and your core clenched for the fourth time. This was it, the most intense orgasm you’d have possibly ever. You wanted to look at him, to gaze upon his glorious face as you came undone. “Madara, please,” you began, your voice keening at the end. “Look at me.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see him look into yours. He was gorgeous, his dark hair wild and strung about him in a halo of black, his naked flesh flushed pink with exertion, his eyes so dark they looked like they would swallow you whole. His muscles rippled as he fucked you open, the lines under his eyes crinkling as his lips tightened in a smirk. Madara whispered your name and gave one more strong thrust before you squeezed your eyes tight in ecstasy. “Such a bad girl,” he taunted.

This orgasm was unlike any other before, your entire being felt tingly and a different kind of pressure built in your sex. When that pressure released a large burst of clear liquid gushed from you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook, your walls trembled, and you barely heard Madara’s own grunt of release as he poured his molten semen into your womb. Your everything trembled and you felt like you might melt into the table below you. Your vision went from white to black and you felt your consciousness begin to fade.

“You may rest for now,” his voice sounded so distant in your mind. “We’ll resume shortly.”

When you woke next, you felt so disoriented. Your eyes were open, but everything was hazy, you felt like you were sitting on something hard but comfortable and you lifted your head to try and see where you were. “It took you long enough, pet,” came Madara’s silky voice from behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his arms pressed you further against him. “We still have three more nights of fun to get to.”

A/N: Again, this amazing art contribution was made by the one and only @skydaddy01 please go check them out and send them a huge thank you from me! Madara looks incredible, doesn't he? Uhg I can't stop looking at this art.

Part Two

Hashirama||Tobirama

Season 2

#mortyvongola2 fanfic #mortyvongola2 0 fic #madara uchiha smut #madara smut #naruto series #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #madara x y/n #madara x you #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #gods and mortals au #tribute to the gods au #mortyvongola2-0 sacrificed series

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minat9c · 2 years ago

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Sorry Vera for my silly question, but ... could you please explain me what's going on with Ted Raimi? Sorry, I have read a lot of horrible things and I'm not sure, but I have understood that this involves a really nice girl on Tumblr (Emily, I don't remember the name of her account). I would be really pleased if you didn't mind explaining me all of this shit. 🥲

Hey there! I'm happy to give a rundown of what's happened, and I don't think it's silly at all. This isn't everything, but it's the basic gist of the salient points as I've witnessed them.

Emily (stxrraimi) had, by all accounts at the time, had a great weekend and lovely interactions with Ted. At some point in the past handful of days she appears to have run across accusations being made that Ted was rude to staff at the con, late to everything, was often seen with women in his time off and "played games with them" (?), and most concerningly it was asserted that he behaved inappropriately toward women to the point where multiple complaints were made to the staff (all of these claims made by tedraimisimp, an alleged MM staffer who appears to have deleted their blog?), with no specifics about any particular claims being given publicly, and seems to have taken them to heart -- assuming that her deleting her posts wasn't the result of harassment from fellow fans in the wake of all this, which I really hope wasn't the case.

There were notably also vagueposts about the overall situation from nogoodverybadexorcism and 12d3trvshcktt, as well as suggestions of "grooming" behavior from vasiktomis.

Kijilinn jumped onto the overall train with concern about Emily's account of what had happened and some potentially overly-friendly behavior from Ted which I didn't perceive as such. Opinions seem pretty divided on it but without Emily's posts visible that's hard to say more on since we all have to rely on memory. She's since qualified her statements and recognized the harm in how she expressed her feelings about the matter, which I appreciate and respect.

In the midst of this, heytheredarlin was also concerned about the accusations being thrown around and their severity without substantiation, but later deleted his posts because he felt they were counterproductive and only spreading the harmful claims instead of pushing back effectively. I respect his feelings but I disagree, which is why I'm still talking about this lol.

bloodandsilver2-electricboogalo was also pushing back against the unsubstantiated accusations, and continues to. We are in fact besties and of like mind on this.

While I was not personally present, the con appears to be fairly poorly managed, especially given their lack of any conduct or costume/prop policies, nor any safety guidelines or agreements attendees sign about behaving appropriately. Coupled with the con existing for 11 years and having no contact form and poorly managed social media accounts, I don't find it to be a stretch to say that they should be able to do better, and the fact that they aren't is a sign of negligence. Again, having absolutely no safety and costume/prop policies written is a really big red flag, even for a small, niche convention.

It's not a stretch to me to say that it's possible Ted was cranky with staff if there were management issues. It's also not a stretch to me to assert that maybe he did spend time with various women in his off hours while at the hotel, and maybe some of them had sex.

What is a stretch to me are the assertions that the convention received multiple complaints from attendees about his behavior and chose to do nothing, and somehow no one has said anything at all about it. Unless the matter is actively being pursued through legal avenues, total silence about it is weird...and we all know the US isn't known for treating unwelcome sexual advances as legally important, nor is a small con or a few random young women likely to waste their time trying. People take to social media for that, because it gets results, unlike the courts.

Most concerning of all, the handful of people initially posting these vague statements and bits of speculation, and liking those posts, had mostly removed any personal identifiers including name, age, and pronouns, as well as access to their likes as of this morning. More than one had nearly no blog history dating back to 2019, a likely sign of a purge. The one with the most damning accusations deleted their blog today after providing literally no evidence at any point. That's not really the behavior of someone making well-founded claims, I'd say. If they have nothing to hide, why are they trying so hard to hide it and refusing to speak publicly? Even an anonymized account of what happened would be worth sharing, and yet no one is willing to come forward even with complete anonymity.

I think the whole thing is either straight-up nonsense, or it was a handful of misunderstandings that got out of hand and people panicked when called to account without having anything to present. I would like to believe it's the latter, because I would like to believe people to be in earnest when they try to report concerning behavior. I have never claimed tedraimisimp was lying, only that they made bold claims with no evidence that could potentially turn out to be misunderstandings.

Ted has been a public figure attending conventions both large and small for decades and yet somehow we're supposed to believe no one has ever even tried to say anything about what would presumably be a pattern of behavior?

I'm not saying things didn't happen. I can't know one way or the other because I wasn't there, and can only find so many vlogs and firsthand accounts on the internet (nine vlogs and counting, only two of which even show brief glimpses of him lol). All I'm saying is that the accusations are out of hand considering the absolute nothingness that's been actually documented both at this con and others.

I will, however, retract/amend one statement: MM con staff appear to be wearing a specific type of bright orange shirt while on-duty, at least in part. Not all MM staff were wearing them while on duty, but I did in fact locate through vlogs the mentions of several of the people wearing those specific shirts being staff, meaning they were in fact more visibly identifiable than I had previously stated. Still, the lack of safety policy or any apparent safety department located on-site in a place attendees could access does mean that if there were problems it would likely have to go to a general staff member, who's probably not trained to deal with that kind of situation. That might be exactly what led to this situation, potentially. Regardless, it's yet another oversight on MM's part.

I have found absolutely nothing damning about Ted, aside from the appearance from vlogs that he may in fact have been quite late in getting to his booth on Friday evening -- which is hardly a smoking gun, as they say.

I will keep updating as I find out more. I'd like to find out if this man whose work I enjoy is someone I can wholeheartedly support or not. Eventually, if I can't find enough online to determine my feelings, I'll just have to go and see for myself. And you'd better believe if I find that there are concerning behaviors I witness, I'll document them and provide receipts; regardless of my opinions about what's happened here, I take public safety and "missing stairs" very, very seriously.

Finally, I provided names for accountability reasons. All of this happened very publicly so it's not hard to find except for all the shit that got deleted...but none of this is an invitation to harrassment. I am documenting what I have observed to be true, and what I can conjecture from personal experience, and none of this is an indictment of anyone as a person. Only the behaviors and choices from some parties to handle these deeply loaded allegations in an incredibly careless and inconsiderate manner. Regardless, I expect everyone reading this to behave like the adults we are -- and if you're not one, this blog is not for you.

#t9ctalks #the contedversy 2022

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | birthday gone wrong (aha), f!reader, baker!reader, pro hero!katsuki, blizzards, angst and smut, exhibitionism, cockwarming, begging, confessions. minors dni!

— 4.7k words

Wanna blow off some steam?

“Surprise!”

Katsuki jumps ten feet high, and the plastic grocery bags precariously balanced on each finger tear without a second thought. Apples hit the ground with a thud and the egg carton with a depressing slap; one that signifies the crack of at least half a dozen. Katsuki looks at the crowd, red-faced and livid, and Eijirou Kirishima intercepts the awkward silence with:

“Happy Birthday Bakubro! I know y—“

“Said that I didn’t want a fuckin’ party?” Katsuki growls, groceries forgotten on the forgotten. Eijirou looks guilty and chuckles, scratching the back of his head.

“W-Well, yeah, but—“

“Everybody out.”

People sigh, and you think you hear Denki whisper told you he’d kick us out. You hate to say that you foresaw a similar outcome. Katsuki’s never been one for people.

Especially you.

“Awe come on, Kacchan,” Izuku says with hands on his hips. “We came all this way! Just let us stay for a little bit.”

“Yeah!” Eijirou seems to cheer up once given a sliver of hope. “Plus, we got cake and stuff. And Just Dance.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes, but you know better—he’s always had a soft spot for the redhead. You all wait with baited breath, wondering if this entire evening was a bust, as Katsuki weighs his options in a pool of fallen groceries.

“One hour.”

Eijirou gasps so hard he chokes, and Katsuki’s generosity earns him applause from the audience. (Plus whoops and hollers from Denki and Mina.)

“And I mean it—y’all have sixty fuckin’ minutes before you’re gone without a goddamn trace. Kapeesh?”

“Kapeesh!”

Katsuki sighs, rubbing at his temples as he steps over the mess at the front door. You assume he’ll make Eijirou clean it up. “Whatever. Where’s the fuckin’ cake?”

Ah.

“In the kitchen, my good sir!” Denki says as he ushers the ash-blond into the said kitchen, the rest of the party hot on their heels. Eijirou grabs the cake from the fridge and you’re tense until the plate hits the marble of their island.

“Flavor?” Katsuki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, I dunno, [Y/N] made it,” Eijirou throws you under the bus, just like that, and you want to scoff at the way Katsuki freezes—if only for a moment. Eijirou’s oblivious as ever, “[Y/N]?”

“It’s red velvet,” you say, trying not to burn under Katsuki’s carmine eyes. You don’t know why he doesn’t look away.

“Frosting?”

“Buttercream.”

As if you’d give him anything else.

Eijirou tries his best to cram 26 candles into the cake before being forced to opt for 23 lest he ruin your decorations. Denki presses him to make a wish and Katsuki rolls his eyes as he blows out the candles. Eijirou wipes an invisible tear because ‘his boy is getting so old.’ Mina and Jiro cut the cake and people seem to enjoy it, and you think that maybe, reuniting with your high school friends after so long isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Even if he said he never wanted to see you again.

“—due to the incoming blizzard, we highly suggest all those who reside in the red and orange zones stay inside until it passes; which should be around ten am tomorrow morning.”

You spoke too soon.

Katsuki turns to the crowd, and you know what he’s going to say before his lip curls.

“Out.”

“Kacchan, don’t be unreasonable!” Izuku says from his comfortable position on the couch. “We’d get caught in the storm if we leave now.”

“Not if you’re fuckin’ fast enough,” Katsuki growls, pulling the greenette’s to his feet by his hair. “Get out, I’m not bunking with you fuckers overnight.”

“Dude,” Denki points to the window, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought the blizzard had already started. “If we leave now, we’ll literally die.”

“Die, then.”

Eijirou sighs, clapping his roommate on the back. “C’mon, man. You know we ca—“

There’s a whirr then a click, and the lights and tv die at once. You can’t see a thing but you definitely hear Katsuki shout:

“Motherfucker!”

Eijirou turns his phone flashlight on first; Katsuki’s busy angrily flicking at the light to no avail. You sigh, turning to the ash-blond (and ignoring those ugly fucking butterflies in your stomach.)

“It’s a blackout Katsuki. The lights aren’t going to work.”

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that, dumbass?” And your chest tightens because even though he’s not eighteen anymore, he sounds the same—but you aren’t sure why you expected him to sound so different either.

You lift an eyebrow (not that he can see it), “It doesn’t look like you do.”

Denki snorts at that, hollering about how you just owned the ash-blond as Katsuki yells at him to shut the fuck up. It’s...familiar and comfortable, like you’re all in high school again, before you had to worry about your friends dying in their line of work because you couldn’t be there with them.

Before you got injured.

“Well I mean, we have a few blankets,” Eijirou offers, and as your eyes slowly adjust to the dark, you’re convinced you see his figure cross the living room. “And like, sweatshirts if it gets too cold.”

“It’s already getting too cold,” Mina says, and you can’t help but agree. The quickly cooling room has the goosebumps raising on your shoulders, and you’re starting to regret forgetting your jacket at home.

“Okay! I don’t have that many, but,” Eijirou hollers from somewhere, before returning with a handful of cloth. He drops it onto the coffee table. “Plus Hanta and Denks left their hoodies here last time.”

“Oh shit, we did?” Hanta says, and you assume it’s his figure who starts digging through the clothes. “Totally thought I lost this, lol.”

“Did you just saw lol out loud?”

“I did.”

“Ooh Ei, do you still have that old Red Riot hoodie?�� Mina asks, and all of a sudden, she’s all over the pile. She finds it before the redhead can answer and snatches it away with a gasp.

You watch the pile dissolve in the darkness, one by one, and by the time you reach for something, your palm hits the cool wood of the coffee table. Fuck.

“Oh [Y/N]! Do you need some of my blanket?” Mina offers, but the blanket is small, and wrapping it around both of your shoulders just renders it utterly useless. You shake your head after she tries for a while.

“It’s fine Mina, I’m not that cold,” you laugh, but she shakes her head vehemently.

“No! Girl c’mon, you look like you’re freezing!”

And, well. Freezing is a stretch. Sure, you’re a little cold, but you’ll live.

“Do you need my sweatshirt?” Eijirou asks, already pulling at the hem. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious guys, it’s not that bad,” you say, waving your arms for emphasis. They all grumble but they give up, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Something soft and army green drops into your lap. You pick it up in confusion, before looking up to see who dropped it.

Katsuki looks down at you, face glowing white from the phone flashlights. His eyes pierce your soul nevertheless.

“I don’t ne—“

“Take it.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the couch in his own hoodie. You don’t realize until you put it on that he gave you a sweatshirt themed after his own hero costume.

You can’t sleep.

You can’t sleep, and you’re sure it’s due to the temperature. The wind howls and it sounds like you’re in the eye of a tornado, loose branches knocking against the rattling glass, and upon looking through the window, you see nothing but stark white. You sigh, checking the time on your phone for the fiftieth time this hour. Yep. Still four am.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’, dumbass.”

You all decided to bunk in the living room for warmth. You’re surprised Katsuki stayed, though; you figured he would just head to his room and let you all fend for yourselves while he slept in a comfortable bed. But here he is, sleeping next to you on the cold fucking floor.

“Sorry,” you say, but it’s hard when your shivering and your jaw aches from stunting your chattering teeth. Katsuki and Eijirou only had a limited amount of sleeping bags, meaning you’ve got to share a blanket with the hulking ash-blond.

“You cold?” He grunts. You don’t know why he’s asking.

“No.”

Katsuki sighs, and you hear him adjust, the blanket sliding from your neck to your shoulder. “You’re a shit liar.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to glare his way, and you look to notice Katsuki’s laying the same way.

“What’s your point?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer for a moment, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for an answer, either—his neon red eyes glow through the dark and straight into your soul, and the next time you shiver, it isn’t because of the temperature.

“You’re stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Thought you figured that out senior year.”

Katsuki’s face flashes with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint before it’s gone again. “Yeah. You’d think almost dying would fuckin’ fix that.”

You sigh. Looks like you’re having this conversation now, then.

“I didn’t almost die—“

“Yes, you fuckin’ did,” Katsuki snarls, and Denki almost stirs at his raised tone. “You took that bullet and you didn’t get up for months—“

“And then I woke up and everything was fine! Seriously Katsuki, what’s your problem? I lived.”

“My problem is that you shouldn’t have been there in the goddamn first place!” Katsuki says through grit teeth. You watch his temple roll underneath his hairline. “That was my fuckin’ fight. I don’t need some chick jumping in front of a bullet for me just ‘cause she thinks I can’t take it!”

You scoff, looking around to see if any of your other sleeping friends are listening because get a load of this guy. Naturally, they don’t respond.

“That’s what this is about? Oh, well I’m sorry I bruised your dignity because I didn’t want to see you get fucking shot!”

Katsuki chest inflates with disbelief before it deflates again, and he’s rolling his eyes before he says, “That’s not—you fuckin’ know that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh really?” You laugh, and goddammit Katsuki, you just had to bring it up, didn’t you? “Because waking up after two months to your best friend telling you to give up doesn’t preserve your dignity at all, huh?”

“I didn’t tell you to fu—“

“You said those exact words, Katsuki. You said give up, and you left the hospital.”

The ash-blond has nothing to say to that, because he knows that you know you’re right, and trying to jedi mind trick you into believing he isn’t an asshole won’t work.

“Well you fuckin’ listened,” he grumbles, more to himself than you, but enough emotion flares in your core to make you want to scream.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you say, huffing, before turning your back to him, deeming this conversation over. “Good night, Katsuki.”

There’s a lull and it has you convinced you’ve won, finally relaxing (as much as you can) onto the cold floor. At least arguing heated your blood up a bit.

“The fuck do you mean?”

You roll your eyes even though they’re closed before you hop back onto your forearms to give the ash-blond a nasty look. “What?”

“You...said you didn’t have a choice,” Katsuki says, and it’s the first time you think you’ve heard him sound weary. Unsure. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means I had to give up on being a hero either way.”

Which sucked. Because you had spent the past four years of your life working your ass off to save others, and you wind up out of commission before you even got started. You...suppose you didn’t tell Katsuki the whole story. Well, you hadn’t had a chance to—today’s the first time speaking with him since you woke up in the hospital.

Katsuki eyes you out of his peripheral, but only for a second. “And that means...?”

“It means that if I land on my spine the wrong way, there’s a high chance I’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.” You growl, frustrated that it was easier to coax the truth out of you than you thought.

The bullet buried close to your spinal column. You had to do PT for months, relearning how to walk as you slowly regain your motor functions. That’s when you started to bake.

“Oh.”

The howling of the wind turns from somewhat soothing to aggravating as Katsuki’s unimpressive “oh” hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself sighing, the puzzle pieces finally clicking in your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Katsuki asks—he’s still not looking at you.

“Blaming yourself,” you gesture to his figure, which is lax with depression, lacking its sturdiness and usual fire. “You didn’t shoot the gun.”

Katsuki snorts at that, running a hand through his hair, “I might as well.”

“Stop.”

“You got shot because of me,” Katsuki says as if it were a fact. “They were trying to kill me. Not you.”

“And they didn’t kill me. I’m here and you’re here. If I hadn’t been there, you’d be six feet under right now,” you reason. Katsuki shrugs because he’s just as stubborn as you are, and you figure he’s been carrying around this baggage for too many years.

“Does your back hurt often?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I mean sure, I get flare-ups sometimes, but it’s not too bad. Doesn’t really get in the way of baking as long as the table is high enough.”

Katsuki thinks for a moment, teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Is the table high enough? At your café.”

You shrug, failing to see where he’s going with this. “I have a platform thingy, so. It’s mostly for decorating cakes and things—“

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy you a new table,” Katsuki says, nodding to himself as if he was confirming the idea. “A higher one.”

It takes a second for his offer to process, but once it does, you’re fighting a smile. Still the same kid. “Kats, I don’t nee—“

“An—And if you need a new chair. I’ll pay for that shit too.”

You shake your head—mainly in disbelief, “I don’t need a chair, Katsuki.”

“Then what?” He asks, and it almost sounds desperate with the speed he rushed the sentence, “Y’need a car? That hunk of junk you drive could use some work.”

You ignore the jab, because your car works perfectly fine thank you very much, and snort at the suggestion of such an outrageous purchase.

“What? You tryna be my sugar daddy or something?” You joke. Katsuki gives you a look, and it's dead serious.

“D’ya need one?”

“I—no!” You laugh, and have to remind yourself to reel it in before you actually wake Denki up. “I’m fine financially I just—what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothin’.” Katsuki quickly grumbles, facing forwards again. “I just...”

You raise an eyebrow, “You just..?”

“I dunno. I dunno,” Katsuki shakes his head. You let him gather his thoughts in silence before he tries again. He doesn’t.

“Then fuck me.”

In your defense, your mouth moved before you thought it through.

Katsuki has an unreadable look on his face, but his voice is anything but steady when he says, “What?”

Fuck. Fuck.

“U-Uh, I mean,” you recoil. Stupid big mouth. “I—you—don’t worry about it.”

“You said you wanted to fuck me,” Katsuki deadpans. You choke.

“I—no, that’s not—“

“That’s exactly what you said.”

“No, I meant as in I’m pent up. Obviously,” you defend with a huff, crossing your arms on the pillow as you glare daggers his way. Katsuki matches your stare.

“Not as pent up as a Pro Hero,” he scoffs, lifting an eyebrow. You take it as a challenge.

You click your tongue in faux pity, “Awe, the number two hero Dynamight doesn’t get laid?”

“No fuckin’ time,” he grunts, though you don’t find much remorse in his voice.

“Well, you have time now,” you say, completely unsure of where this confidence is coming from. Either way, you’ll take it and run.

“I do,” Katsuki confirms, leaning in closer. He’s close enough that you can smell what’s leftover of his cologne, and see the hint of a grin that makes his upper cheek shine silver in the moonlight. You find yourself leaning in just as much as he does.

“Wanna blow off some steam?” You dare to question. Katsuki’s grin only grows wider.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Katsuki’s kisses are surprisingly soft, you think, and so are his lips. But you don’t have much time to think about it as he pulls you in by the waist, quietly groaning into your mouth while he lays you down on your back.

“Always thought you were the prettiest fuckin’ thing,” he growls, trailing butterfly kisses down your neck. “‘M gonna make it up to you, yeah? Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

A hand hikes his sweatshirt above your chest before Katsuki’s latching onto the skin under your collarbone and sucking, teeth digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” you whimper, intoxicated by the way Katsuki’s lips flush pink as he pulls away, eyes locked on the fresh hickey on your chest. They flicker up to you; he grins.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

Katsuki hums at that, licking his lips before diving back in. You hiss when he bites too hard, prompting him to bite harder, but he always soothes it over with his tongue, topping each bruise with a kiss. You flinch when his lips wrap around your nipple and he chuckles at your meek whimper; a hand removes its grip on the sweatshirt in favor of sliding it up your thigh.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Katsuki says once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of you writhing in anticipation. “And it’s all for me, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, ‘m all yours just—“ you kick a leg in frustration at the thumb playing with the hem of your panties, “—do something already.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Do what?”

You frown, huffing, “You know what.”

Katsuki shrugs, adjusting so he’s caging you to the floor. Ghosting a thumb over your panties, he says, “‘Course I do. You gotta ask nicely first.”

You tighten your hands into fists. He would.

“I’m no—“

“Beg, Princess,” Katsuki growls, his stare unwavering. He presses an inquisitive finger to your clit through your panties either as a promise or a threat—which, you’re not quite sure.

You crumble.

“I—fine, just—finger me.”

Katsuki doesn’t move. Asshole.

“Please.”

The ash-blond grins, finally pushing your panties to the side.

“Good girl.”

When Katsuki slides his first finger in, it’s much too easy, and you blame it on the foreplay. You shudder, hands moving to brace themselves on his big shoulders, and the ash-blond muffles a moan as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Another,” you moan, bucking your hips into his palm. Katsuki’s heated gaze flickers from your body to your face.

“Already?” He chuckles, the rasp in his throat giving his arousal away. You nod—he clicks his tongue.

“Fuckin’ dirty.”

Two fingers feel like so much more than just one, and they have your eyebrows folding in a poor attempt to muffle a whimper. Katsuki’s fingers still move tentatively but they’re getting comfortable, curling and searching for that place that’ll make you tremble. And then he finds it.

“F-Fuck,” your body jolts, and Katsuki’s shushing you against the pillows.

“Keep your mouth shut, Princess,” he purrs, head dipping down to nip at your neck. It adjusts the angle ever so slightly, but enough to make you hiss, and he chuckles. “Unless you wanna get caught.”

“Oh yeah, because that sounds fun right now,” you snort towards the ceiling. Katsuki pulls away with an unimpressed look as his thumb comes down over your clit.

“Can’t wait to fuck the brat outta ya. Maybe then you’ll actually shut up for once, huh?” Katsuki inserts a third finger without you asking him to, and you gasp, clawing at his back.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he laughs against your mouth lowly, as if the light kisses will do anything but make more noise, “Good God sweetheart, you’re really pent up, aren’t ya?”

“Shit—I doubt you’re much better,” you try, scoffing at what you can see of his painfully hard cock in his sweatpants. Katsuki looks down before sending a huff your way, with a cute little blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, pulling out his fingers. You whine at the loss. “How d’ya want me to fuck you?”

You need to take a step back from how crude the question is. Right, sex.

“Right um,” you look around, trying to find the least obvious position—and one that doesn’t make a shit ton of noise. Laying on your side, you tuck an arm under the pillow, before turning around to Katsuki to suggest, “Cuddle-fucking?”

“Cuddle-fucking.”

“Yep,” you say with finality, popping the p. Making big grabby hands his way, you say, “C’mere, big guy.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but moves behind you anyways, warm arms easily finding themselves around your waist under the blanket. After a few adjustments and ensuring you're both fully covered, Katsuki’s hard cock presses against your entrance as he hooks his head over your chin with a huff.

“This is so not on fuckin’ brand.”

“I don’t think fucking in a living room with sleeping friends is on-brand for a pro hero or a baker,” you say casually. Katsuki breaks out into a snort, pressing his face deeper into your neck.

“God, I fuckin’ missed you, ya know that?” He chortles. Your chest blooms with something it hasn’t in years, and for the first time, you find that you don’t mind.

“Don’t be such a dick and maybe I’ll stick around this time,” you quip with a smile he can’t see. Though you feel his against the base of your neck.

“Noted.”

Katsuki’s last words hang in the air, unusually heavy, and your eyes catch the snow beating against the window with a less than angry howl. Katsuki’s chest shudders against your back but he doesn’t move, hands frozen at your waist.

“Hey, I thought you were gon—“

“I’m getting to it,” Katsuki snaps, and you gasp as he starts to push inside. “So fuckin’ impatient, goddamn.”

He pulls you down until he fills you completely, and you suppress the urge to shout at the speed he did it with. Katsuki moves a hand to slap over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You reach around to pinch him in the side with a huff, he calls you a bitch. It’s a little hard to hear you behind his hand as you say, “Then don’t catch me off guard like that, asshole.”

Katsuki snaps his hips and does exactly what you tell him not to do—prompting another surprised whine out of you and a dark chuckle from the ash-blond. His cheek presses into your jaw as he finds leverage in hiking your lower half up until your puffy cunt is level with his cock, and fucking you until you drool all over the pillow.

“What a pretty fuckin’ thing,” Katsuki grunts, and you can tell he struggles to keep quiet in the way his chest sporadically shudders. You have to grip the pillow for some semblance of purchase and Katsuki chuckles at watching you struggle, before he’s hiking your leg up to fuck you that much deeper.

“I always—always knew you’d sound so good,” he pants, the grip around your mouth bordering on clammy. You want to tell him that if he keeps making so much noise he’ll wake up everyone in this fucking room, but there isn’t much time between moans to get more than a word in. “Fuck baby, keep tightening around me like that, and I might fuckin’ cum.”

You find it amusing how close he is so quickly, until two fingers land on your clit and start rubbing in slow, small circles. Your walls flutter around him and Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck with a curse, his grip around your raised thigh contracting as he tries to hold on for as long as he can.

And that’s when Denki starts to move.

First, he rolls to the left. Which would’ve been fine, seeing as it’s in the opposite direction until he bops Eijirou straight on the nose and promptly rouses the redhead from his slumber. Katsuki’s hips still.

“O-Ow, dick,” Eijirou curses under his breath, quickly scrambling to his forearms. It’s hard to tell through the darkness, mostly because you’re squinting your eyes to feign sleep, but it seems like Eijirou rubs under his nose, only to blink back at a bloody hand.

“...Shit.”

Katsuki’s hips shift, ever so slightly, but enough to nestle his cock deeper and force you to bite back a whine. And another. And then another.

You try your hardest to be discreet when you reach to pinch Katsuki in the side, and he breathes a laugh down your neck.

“What?” He whispers, though it's more than a rasp than anything else. Good to know you’re not the only one struggling to not cum, here.

“You know 'what,'” you quickly hiss. But Katsuki’s hips don’t stop as Eijirou weighs his options to cure his bloody nose in the dark. The fingers on your clit return their usual pressure and you inhale sharply, nails digging into Katsuki’s forearm as your orgasm begins creeping up on you.

Eijirou sniffles and gets up, stumbling through the darkness to turn down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. Katsuki sees that as fucking freedom and his hips really start to pick up so much speed that you struggle to breathe through it all.

“‘M gonna cum,” Katsuki whimpers into your neck, burying his face deeper in a poor attempt to stunt any sound. “Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, you close baby?”

“Y-Yeah jus’ a little more,” you whimper, eyes rolling as Katsuki finds some inhumane energy in him to fuck faster. He nods at that and bites into your shoulder with a growl, “C’mon, fuckin’ cream all over my cock—atta girl, fuck, fuck—“

Katsuki fills you up the moment you clench around his cock with a sigh, the weight of your orgasm knocking you forehead-first into your pillow as you bite the urge to squeal. Katsuki doesn't growl as much as you expect, moans breathy and light as his hips finally stutter to a stop—but you suppose some things have to change over the years.

Katsuki collapses next to you in pure exhaustion and you’re sure that’s his cum leaking down your thigh, but for some reason, you don’t really mind.

“Hey you,” he speaks first, eyes blazing red in the darkness. You snort.

“Hey, you.”

Katsuki chuckles with a stupidly giddy smile on his face, "Y'know, you still fuck really well."

You drop your head on his chest to snort, and his hands find their rightful place around your waist.

"Better than high school?"

"Yeah..." Katsuki grumbles, before his eyes narrow. "Wait—hey, yo—"

"I haven't fucked anyone since," you snuff the fire before it even starts, and Katsuki relaxes, though his eyes stay slim. He pulls you closer and you sigh—it's comfortable.

"Good," he grunts. And then after a pregnant silence: "I haven't either."

That's...strangely reassuring.

Your arms wriggle until they fold over his shoulders to play with the small hairs on the back of his neck, and he hums, eyes fluttering shut with a final peck on the lips. As Katsuki's breathing evens and the white of the snow dyes the highest points of his face white, you smile. He looks older.

You think he's asleep until he nudges your waist.

"Be my girlfriend."

You don't even hesitate.

"Okay."

By the time Eijirou comes stumbling down the hall, both you and Katsuki are passed out—with his body encompassing yours in the most intimate way, face tucked into your hickey-ridden neck as your arms and legs lock around his being. The redhead gives you both a soft smile as he passes, snorting to himself.

“Took them long enough.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOTSUKI

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bnha smut #bakugou smut #mha smut

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yeolmae-s · 3 years ago

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a chanbaek analysis from a veteran exo-l

before anything else there are a few disclaimers i'd like to make:

i am writing this analysis right now because as a non exo stan i'm not into chanbaek that much anymore. of course i like them to some degree since i'm writing this and all but it's nothing in comparison to the way i felt about them two years ago. so i feel like it's easier to keep a less clouded (?) state of mind being where i'm at right now, mentally, in regards to them. i feel like i can look at things more objectively, which is why i decided to write this and share it with you all.

for all the smart asses out there, this is a ship analysis. yes, i’m reading too much into everything. that’s what an analysis is.

all translation credits goes to @/fyeah-chanyeol

i'm a chanyeol stan. this analysis will, most likely, have more information about him in comparison to baekhyun. this is simply because i consumed more content about him since he's my bias (such as magazine interviews, fancams).

i don't stan exo anymore, but it's not because of anything they did. i liked them for a long time and made a lot of different friends because of this fandom, therefore i experienced a lot of hurt, scandals, fights and didn't deal very well with many things, so i decided to leave. this didn't happen because of exo themselves and neither did it happen because of the fandom itself. it happened because of the relationships i had.

that being said, i haven't been following them closely for the past year and a half, but i still keep up with stuff a bit, although not chanbaek related stuff since i gotta dive in kinda deeper for that lmao. so this analysis is mostly in depth for 2012-2018. if anything that you perceive as significant happened after 2018 i'm more than willing to hear your opinions about it.

so, let's get started!!

MAMA ERA

I have always felt like Chanyeol and Baekhyun's relationship was strange. I started shipping them when they debuted and more specifically because of the 130128 ISAC. When I was younger I didn't see a lot to discuss in their ISAC interactions besides it being cute and shippy, but I've started to look at it differently now.

I think everyone knows how ISAC is known for being basically a stage for fanservice. The whole "dating ground for idols" issue aside, judging from the amount of attention they direct towards the fans who manage to attend the event, idols are clearly instructed to perform fanservice. EXO's first ISAC had to be full of it, obviously, and they did give fans a lot to be happy about, content we still get giddy about to this day, and I'm sure they were instructed to act like this to please us. I don't believe that fanservice equals "false interactions": if two individuals are talking, touching each other, they are interacting, even if it is a carefully planned setting made specifically for pleasing fans. They still get reactions out of one another through these interactions, it is still relevant to the way these people's relationship will develop; even though these acts are done with the intent of pleasing a crowd.

Don't get me wrong, though. I don't think the 2013 ISAC fanservice changed anything in Chanbaek's relationship. In fact, I just want to use it as a way to illustrate something I will explain later on.

To be remembered in an industry you must have an image. You won't be getting anywhere without a carefully constructed visual image. Marilyn Monroe is always used as an example of this: she's someone you can easily make a costume of and people will instantly recognize it as her. She's basically a concept by now: blonde hair, red lips and white hair. These aspects take our mind back to her instantly. Of course, most celebrities don't achieve this type of icon status, but it is still important to cling to a specific concept/image of what you want your celebrity self to be perceived as. Without this, you'll be forgotten as soon as your career ends.

When Chanyeol debuted, he clung to the first trait they gave him: being a happy person, a.k.a "happy virus". If you were not an EXO fan back in 2013 then it's likely you're not even aware of this nickname that was given to him, but it's basically just what it sounds like (lol). He was bright, energetic, had a "teeth rich" smile (another nickname that was given to him back then), was able to give 10/10 laughter reactions to MCs and to his members jokes, was always enthusiastic to interact and smile towards fans. He even introduced himself as "happy virus Chanyeol" in interviews (and later on that changed to "EXO's voice Chanyeol" or "EXO's rapper Chanyeol").

I feel like Chanyeol was very much aware of this "must have" that I mentioned, this need to have an image pasted into yourself and have that image be what people will remember you as. We're all complex and multifaceted individuals, but the general public needs something simple to grab on to, something easy to remember. That happy guy from EXO? I know who he is! I'm sure this is the path Chanyeol chose, back when he debuted: to pick a trait given to you by the public and make it a huge part of your image.

However, that image of him didn't last very long. It certainly became tiring to worry so much about how he was being perceived, to carefully construct something so his career would last, specially when his group had so many scandals and went through a sudden burst of popularity that changed their lives completely. By 2017, Chanyeol already had a change of mind in relation to his career, these changes being mostly due to how he felt about music and what he wanted to do with it.

He recognized himself as having always being impatient, which might be the reason why he clung to a specific image so fast right after debuting:

From Fall Magazine in 2017

"At the moment I just want to enjoy myself with the music as it comes, without feeling as though I have to do something. It isn’t a greed from impatience, I could call it more of a greed to do better."

"When I first debuted I thought I was very optimistic, but as time has passed I think a more reserved side of me is showing."

"I think I've grown in many ways. Maybe it’s because it’s as though I perform everyday, but the stage has become comfortable for me. Shall we say I’ve become more calm and composed? [...] I think I’ve become more mature."

He matured. He's still bright and energetic but he's also more reserved. He managed to keep up the fanservice that his fans adore in a way that is more fitting to his actual personality. It still is an image, but an image that's not as exhausting as his previous one, with its strict demands to act in a certain way all the time. I remember specific interview with MCs demanding him to smile (although jokingly, of course) saying things like "Aren't you EXO's happy virus?", so I'm sure he felt pressured.

This is interesting to think about when put side by side with his relationship with Baekhyun. Back when they debuted, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were close friends that clearly felt comfortable with each other, and it isn't surprising to think that Baekhyun would be Chanyeol's first pick when he thought about doing fanservice with someone. Of course, I can't exactly pinpoint their first fanservice moment since I'm not a walking EXO encyclopedia anymore, but I can say with certainty that both of them felt like it worked as soon as they first tried it with the fans, and that's the reason why they kept doing it. Conveniently, they were both good friends, so all was good.

Until well, it wasn't.

At some point, Chanyeol's interactions with Baekhyun seemed too eager for Baekhyun himself. There are various moments where this is visible, such as this one:

Why are you grabbing my wrist out of nowhere young man........

Or...

That one pic where Jongdae, who was in front of them, looked so damn uncomfortable I can't even bring myself to google it

Of course, they had some over the top fanservice that did work out pretty well, such as this one, both of them imitating Jonghyun's and Taemin's Internet War stage, which seems a little scripted now that I look at it properly, with Baekhyun seemingly expecting Chanyeol to do whatever it is that he did on that day. (Can you imagine this: both of them backstage, watching Jonghyun's and Taemin's performance in silence, and one of them just blurts out "We should do that too!". What the fuck was going on)

By the way, if you have never seen the original Internet War performance, you can watch it here.

This is what they were imitating.

Tumblr won’t let me upload the gifs for this moment for some reason, so here and here.

You can't tell me Baekhyun wasn't expecting it already, lol.

Now, know what this moment reminds me of? ISAC. On their Internet War imitation moment, Baekhyun seemed fine, playful, even, agreeing. During ISAC, however, doing basically the same thing again (this time on a lighter way even; since they weren't, you know. Imitating a strong performance such as Internet War.), he appears reluctant. It's a bit painful to watch.

What changed? The ISAC event happened a few months after the SMTOWN concert where they did the Internet War thing, so what made things become so different?

If this has enough likes I’ll make a second part!

#i got tired halfway through writing and i decided i needed some motivation to finish this so i'm posting it the way it is lmao #chanbaek #baekyeol #park chanyeol #byun baekhyun #exo #kpop

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paraemu · 3 years ago

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From Toei Hero MAX 57

Parad and Poppy were the main characters in the second part of the trilogy, which was the most flexible in terms of content. Kai and Matsuda's bugster team looks back on their activities in V-Cinema, which were in a sense the same as usual, or even more outrageous than usual!

A different kind of competition realized in a compilation trilogy

本作「仮面ライダーパラドクスwithポッピー」はタイトル通り、お二人が主役。初の大役を務められていかがでした？

Interviewer: As the title suggests, the two of you play the main roles in this film, "Kamen Rider ParaDX with Poppy". How was it for you to play your first major role?

僕の意識としては、ただパラドを演じただけなので、特別感は特にないんですよね。なんというか、これまで通り「エグゼイド」という作品で演じていたら、結果的にパラドが真ん中にいたって感じ。主役の自分がなんとかしなきや、みたいな気持ちもまったくなかったですからね。

Kai: As far as I'm concerned, I just played Parad, so I don't really have any special feeling. I was just playing the role of "Ex-Aid" as I always have, and as a result, Parad was right in the middle. I didn't feel like I had to do anything as the main character at all.

そうだよね。ずっとポッピーとパラドとして生活していたら、たまたまカメラが��っちを向いてて、いつのまにか作品になってた。感覚としてはそういう感じに近いような気がします(笑)。

Matsuda: That's right. We've been living as Poppy and Parad for a long time, and the camera just happened to be looking at me, and before I knew it, I was making art. I think that's how I feel about it (laughs).

申斐さんは、本作で新たに登場するブラックパラドとの一人ニ役にも挑戦されています。

Interviewer: Kai-san is also taking on the challenge of playing two roles with Black Parad, a new character in this work.

クランクインの当日とかはけっこう大変だった記憶がありますね。同じカットに2人とも映るシーンは、まずパラドで撮って、そのままカメラを固定して、ブラーックパラドに着替えてから、今度は反対側に立って…..というのをやらなきゃいけなくて。たぶん、あの日だけで4回ぐらいは入れかわったんじゃないかな。

Kai: I remember it was quite difficult on the day of the crank-in. For the scene where both of us are in the same shot, we had to shoot in Parad, hold the camera in place, change into Black Parad, and then stand on the other side of the screen and shoot... I had to do this. I think we probably switched around four times that day alone.

ブラックパラドは見た目がほとんど変わらないから難しそうだよね。ポッピーと明日那の場合は、見た目も声も喋る言葉尻も全然違うから、同じこと言ってても別人に見えるけど。

Matsuda: Black Parad is going to be difficult because he looks almost the same. In the case of Poppy and Asuna, they look, sound and speak very differently, so they look like different people even though they say the same things.

それはそうかも。演技だけでまったく違うキャラの人物に見せるというのがいかに難しいかは、今回初めて実感したかな。飛彩（瀬戸利樹）が劇場版 (「仮面ライダー×スーパー戦隊超スーパーヒーロー大戦」) で二役をやってた一ときも「大変そうだなぁ」と思って見てはいたけど (笑)。

Kai: That may be true. I think this is the first time I realized how difficult it is to make a character look completely different just by acting. When Seto Toshiki was playing two roles in the movie version ("Kamen Rider x Super Sentai: Chou Super Hero Taisen"), I thought "That looks like a lot of work." (laughs).

衣裳チェンジという部分では、"ポッピーの七変化" も本作の見どころのひとつですよね？

Interviewer: In terms of costume changes, the "seven changes of Poppy" is one of the highlights of the film, isn't it?

みなさんにそう言っていただくんですけど、私自身はこの1年半ずっとコスプレをしてきたようなものなので、コスプレをするってことに対する特別感がわりと携れちゃっていて.....。ちょっとバグってます (笑)。

Matsuda: That's what everyone tells me, but I've been cosplaying for the past year and a half, so my sense of specialness about cosplaying is rather gone... It's a little buggy (laughs).

もはやあれが私服と。

Kai: That's no longer what I call casual wear.

そうだね。ウェディングドレスも……おめでたい私服 (笑)。

Matsuda: That's right. The wedding dress is also... an outfit for special occasions (lol).

ヲタ芸もやってたよね？

Kai: You also did some wotagei, right?

やったねえ。鈴村監督から、着替えるたびに「ひと言なんか言って、なんかやって」って言われて、全部アドリブでやったんですけど、そのひとつがヲタ芸で (笑)。最初は「アイドルっぼいことを」ってオーダーだったんだけど、なんか違うことをしたかったから、監督と相談して「アイドルカルチャーとはこういうものだって勝手に勘違いしてるポッピー」という設定でやったんです。でも、ちょっと激しくやりすぎて、今回の「トリロジー」に携わってないスタッフさんのなかには別人がやってると思った人もいたみたいですけどね。

Matsuda: I did. Director Suzumura asked me to "say something, do something" every time I changed clothes, so I improvised everything, and one of the things I did was wotagei (laughs). At first the order was to do something idol-like, but we wanted to do something different, so we talked with the director and decided to do it as "Poppy, who mistakenly believes that this is what idol culture is all about". But it was a bit too intense, and some of the staff who weren't involved in the "Trilogy" seemed to think that someone else was doing it.

さすがにヲタ芸にまで吹き替えは使わ��いよね(笑)。アクションじゃないんだから。ってか、途中で「松田るか」も出てきてなかった？観てて「あれっ？ポッピー?」って思ったよ。

Kai: You're right, they don't use dubbing even for wotagei (laughs). It's not an action movie. I mean, didn't "Matsuda Ruka" appear in the middle of the movie? When I was watching it, I was like "Huh? Where's Poppy?"

出てたね。あそこは思わず素が出ちゃって....(笑)。

Matsuda: You were in it. I couldn't help but show my true colors there.... (laughs).

明かされる衝撃の真実そのとき演者たちは?

The Shocking Truth Revealed: What Will Happen to the Actors?

一方、今回のトリロジーではこれまで語られたことのなかった新たな過去も明かされます。

Interviewer: On the other hand, this trilogy will also reveal a new past that has never been told before.

ブラックパラドが何者か？というのもそうだし、ポッピーの一宿主である櫻子さんが顔出しするのも今回が初めてだよね。

Kai: Who is Black Parad? This is also the first time that Sakurako-san, Poppy's host, shows her face.

これがすごくキレイな人でね。なんでこの人はクロノス（＝檀正宗）みたいな人と結婚したんだろう、と改めて疑問に思いましたよ、私は。

Matsuda: She was a very beautiful woman. I wondered again why she married someone like Dan Masamune.

美人で俺もビックリした。こんな人からどうしたら黎斗ができるんだって。

Kai: She was so beautiful that I was surprised too. I wondered how such a person could give birth to Kuroto.

いや、クロノスと結婚したら黎斗は産まれちゃうよ (笑)。まあ、あったんでしょうね。きっとお父さんにもいいところが。

Matsuda: No, if you marry Cronus, Kuroto will be born (laughs). Well, there must've been a reason. I'm sure the father had his good points.

もとをただせば、正宗と櫻子さんが結婚したことが「エグゼイド」のすべての始まりだったということなんだよね。

Kai: To put it simply, Masamune and Sakurako's marriage was the beginning of all of "Ex-Aid."

どこに惚れたのかっていう最大の謎は、トリロジーでも結局謎のままだけど (笑)。

Matsuda: The biggest mystery of what made her fall in love with him remains a mystery even in the trilogy (laughs).

テレビシリーズでもあとから明かされた“新事実、はいくつかありましたが、演じる側としてはやはり戸惑いもありますか？

Interviewer: In the TV series, there were some new facts that were revealed later, but as a performer, did you feel confused?

ありますね。パラドに関して言えば、「最終的に人間の味方につく」という設定は、正直あとから知ったんで、「えっ？どうしよ!」とはなりました。最初のほうの取材とかでは、普通に「悪役のまま終わりたい」って答えてたぐらい、僕自身は悪役をまっとうするつもりでいましたから。

Kai: Yes, I did. To be honest, I didn't know Parad would end up on the side of the humans until later, so I thought "What? What should I do?". In the first interview, I said that I wanted to end up as a villain, and I was planning to play a villain until the end.

私も本編のほうで「私、黎斗の母親だったんだ！」って知ったときは衝撃だったな。あれを最初から知っていれば、たぶん接し方も変わってたはずなので、「教えといてよー」と思ったもん。

Matsuda: I was also shocked when I found out in the show that I was Kuroto's mother! If I had known that from the beginning, I probably would have treated him differently, so I thought, "Why didn't you tell me?"

でも、きっとそれがいいんだよね。知らずにいることでいつのまにか役作りをさせられてる。僕が人間側につくのを知ってたら、グラファイトとの距離感とかも絶対ヘンになってたと思うもん。急にそういう台本を渡されて、自分の感情が追いつかなくなるというのがパラドにとっても逆によかった。リアルに窮地に立たされてる感じがさ。

Kai: But I'm sure it's for the best. By being unaware of it, I'm somehow forced to create the role. If I had known that I was going to be on the human side, the distance between me and Graphite would have been weird for sure. It was good for Parad that he was suddenly given such a script and that his emotions couldn't keep up. He felt like he was in a real predicament.

東映さんの作品はそういうところがあるみたいだもんね (笑)。『シンケンジャー』のときも、松坂桃李さん自身は「実は影武者」という設定をギリギリまで知らされてなかったんだって。演じるほうとしては最初から言っててほしいけど、そのあたりが難しさであり、面白さでもあるのかなって。

Matsuda: That seems to be the case with Toei's films (laughs). For "Shinkenger," Tori Matsuzaka himself wasn't told that he was actually a shadow warrior until the very last minute. As a performer, I wish I would have been told from the beginning, but I think that's both the difficulty and the fun of it.

そうだね。パラドが永夢に感染したバクスターだというのも最初は僕だけが知ってて、飯島くん本人は実際教えてもらってなかったし……。永夢の瞳が赤くなったときは絶対パラドが近くにいるとか、そういう匂わせはたくさんあったけど。

Kai: That's right. At first, I was the only one who knew that Parad was the Bugster who infected Emu, and Iijima-kun himself wasn't told about it. There were a lot of hints that Parad was definitely nearby when Emu's eyes turned red.

うんうん。だから「エグゼイド」も2ラウンド目が面白いんだよね。いろいろわかったうえで観ると、「そういうことか！」ってさらに楽しめるし。

Matsuda: Yeah, yeah. That's why the second half of "Ex-Aid" is so interesting, isn't it? If you watch it after you understand everything, you can enjoy it even more.

信頼しあえる関係性

A relationship of mutual trust

トリロジー全作を手がける鈴村監督の現場はどうでした？

Interviewer: How was it working with director Suzumura, who is working on the entire trilogy?

かなり自由にやらせてもら雰囲気でやれたかなってえましたね。監督自身がすごく柔らかくて器の大きい方だから、周りも切羽詰まったりせずに、いい雰囲気でやれたかなって。

Kai: The director himself is very soft and big-hearted, so the people around him didn't feel pressured, and we were able to do it in a good atmosphere.

うん。よくご飯にも誘ってくれたしね。監督がそうやって気さくに接してくれるからこそ、距離感もほどよく縮まって、現場でも「コレ、こうしたいんです」って気負わずに言える空気感ができてた感じ。私のなかではすっかり焼酎ばかり飲んでる人というイメージだったりもしますけど (笑)。

Matsuda: Yeah. He often invited me out to dinner, too. Because the director was so open with me, we were able to close the distance between us, and I felt like I could say, "This is what I want to do," without feeling self-conscious. In my mind, he has the image of someone who drinks only shochu (laughs).

演出プランは当然、監督のなかにもあるはずなのに、芝居をつけてる段階で僕らが別のアイデアを出すと、決まって「じゃあ、そうしようよ」って言ってくれる。そうやって積極的に採用してもらえたら、こっちも一生懸命考えようって気持ちになるし、それはすごくよかったなって思います。自分の発想力みたいなものも否応なしに鍛えられましたしね。

Kai: Naturally, the director has a plan for the direction of the film, but when we came up with a different idea during the play, he would always say, "Well, let's do that". I think it's great that the director is willing to adopt our ideas, because it encourages us to think harder. I think that was really good. I was also able to develop my ability to think out of the box.

しかも、周りにはずっと一緒に走ってこられた同世代の役者陣。もはや鬼に金棒ですね。

Interviewer: In addition, he was surrounded by actors of the same generation who had been running together for a long time. It's like the devil's advocate.

みんな、ホントに仲よかったよね。人数が多いと自然とグルーブに分かれたりもしがちですけど、「エグゼイド」に関してはそういうこともまったくなくて。

Matsuda: We all get along really well. When there are a lot of people in a group, it tends to naturally divide into different groups, but that didn't happen at all with "Ex-Aid".

うん。個人的にも、みんなで笑い合えて、楽しく仕事ができる現場が一番いい。そういう意味でも、オンとオフのメリハリがつけられるメンバーばかりだったのはよかったなって。

Kai: Yeah. Personally, I think it's best to work in a place where everyone can laugh together and have fun. In that sense, I'm glad that all the members were able to have a good balance between on and off work.

お二人の信頼関係は？

Interviewer: How is the relationship of trust between the two of you?

バッチリですよ。私が右なら、彼は左に行くので (笑)。

Matsuda: It's perfect. If I go right, he goes left (laughs).

そうかな？でも、確かに違うことをしたがるかも。同じ方向向いてって言われても、素直にできないし (笑)。というか、そっちも "おしゃべりクソマシンガン" って言われてたじゃん。

Kai: Is that so? But I think we may want to do different things. Even if you ask me to look in the same direction, I can't do it honestly (laughs). I mean, you've been called a "shitty talking machine gun" too.

"クソ" じゃないよ、"サブ" だよ (笑)。なんだろ？私がバーッとひとしきり喋って、横から彼一がポロッと鋭いことを言うみたいな、そういう流れは現場でもありましたね。

Matsuda: It's not "shitty", it's "sub." (laughs) What is it? There were times when I would talk a lot, and then he would say something sharp from the side.

でも、おかしいことは言ってなかったでしょ？ちゃんと事実を言ってただけで。

Kai: But I didn't say anything funny, did I? I was just telling the truth.

大人はみんな知らんぶりして目を課るようなことをあえて言うんですよ、彼は。

Matsuda: He dares to say things that all adults pretend not to know and avert their eyes on.

そういうのすごい嫌いなの。日本人はなんですぐ "付度" するのかなって思っちゃう。あんな言葉、英語にはないからね?

Kai: I really dislike that kind of thing. I wonder why Japanese people are so quick to use "tsukedo". There is no such word in English, right?

はいはい (笑)。

Matsuda: Yes, yes (laughs).

では、お二人の関係性が十分伝わったところで、これから作品を観る読者にメッセージを。

Interviewer: Now that we have a good sense of the relationship between the two of you, do you have a message for the readers who will be watching the film?

夕陽に照らされたパラドクスとポッピーのポスタービジュアルを鵜呑みにすると痛い目を見ますってことは言っておきたいかな。

Matsuda: I guess I'd like to say that if you believe the poster visual of Parad and Poppy in the evening sun, you're in for a world of hurt.

あれはちょっと、謎のタイタニック感があるからね。

Kai: That one has a bit of a mysterious Titanic feel to it.

二人が出るってことしか合ってない (笑)。ただ、「ブレイブ＆スナイプ」も「ゲンムVSレーザー」もわりと重いし、「パラドクスwithポッピー」は箸休め回だと思って身構えずに観てほしいな、とは思うよね。

Matsuda: The only thing that fits is that the two of them are in it (laughs). However, both "Brave and Snipe" and "Genm vs. Lazer" are rather heavy, so I hope people will think of "ParaDX with Poppy" as a chopstick rest and watch it without getting defensive.

そうだね。3部作だと1本目は掴んで3本目は落とさなきゃいけないけど、それがない2本目は何でもできる。そういう自由度の高さはよかったよね。

Kai: Yes, in a trilogy, you have to grab the first one and drop the third one, but in the second one you can do anything. It was nice to have that kind of freedom, wasn't it?

監督のフェティシズムも一番詰まってる作品だしね (笑)。

Matsuda: It's also the film that contains the most of the director's fetishism (laughs).

ちなみに、パラドとポッピーを演じてきて、ー番「心が躍るな」と思った瞬間は？

Interviewer: By the way, what was the most "exciting" moment for you while playing Parad and Poppy?

うーん。たくさんありすぎてひとつには紋れないですね。今回で言えば、ポッピーじゃなく「松田るか」として主題歌を唄わせてもらえたのは「躍った」かな。

Matsuda: Hmmm. There are so many that I can't pick just one. In this case, I was able to sing the theme song not as Poppy, but as Matsuda Ruka, and I think that made me "jump".

僕は初めてナパームを見たときかな。あの大爆発には童心が騒ぎましたね。あと、これは余談ですけど、僕、クランクアップのときに現場に放置されたんです。

Kai: I think it was the first time I saw napalm. That huge explosion made me feel like a child. Also, this is an aside, but I was left unattended at the scene when the filming had wrapped up.

置いてかれてた (笑)。

Matsuda: You were left behind (laughs).

花束をもらって、せっかくだからって自撮りをしていて、「よし帰ろう」と外に出たらロケバスがもう出ていて…..。1年半を演じ終えた役者に対する「心震える」仕打ちとして、このことはぜひとも太字にして語り継がれてほしいと思います (笑)。

Kai: I got a bouquet of flowers and was taking selfies for the occasion, and when I went outside to go home, the location bus had already left... I hope this will be bolded and passed down as a "heart-breaking" treatment to the actors after a year and a half of acting (laughs).From Toei Hero MAX 57

#kamen rider ex aid #parad #poppy pipopapo #kamen rider #kamen rider ex-aid #ex aid cast interviews #kai shouma #matsuda ruka

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gayfiestapotatoes · 2 years ago

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Review: The Banshees of Inisherin (2022)

This past Awards Season, I saw seventeen Academy Award nominated films in an attempt to keep myself entertained during the Chicago winter. This year, I thought I would start early. Before the Oscar nominees are announced, which is supposedly happening January 24, 2023, I will be guessing which movies to see. It is also entirely possible that some movies I have already seen this year (Everything, Everywhere, All At Once; Elvis; etc.) will be nominated. If they are, I will go back to write down my thoughts. For now, I present my thoughts on the film I saw last night, The Banshees of Inisherin:

Martin McDonagh wrote and directed this absurdist tragicomedy set on an island off of Ireland. I was not a fan of his last film, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. That being said, I think he took a lot of criticism for writing about a place he hadn’t known well and put his focus on Ireland, with which he is much more familiar as the child of two Irish parents. This, plus his relationship with Phoebe Waller-Bridge, interested me enough to see the film in theaters.

Overall, the film did not work for me. The pace was very fun with genuinely enjoyable dialogue for the first forty-five minutes. During this time, we steadily build with a few characters in a comedy of errors about two boy best friends going through a friend breakup in the least emotionally mature way possible. Unfortunately, after the first major absurdist surprise, the film begins to fall apart. The stakes go down for too long; then, the pace fails to recover. That being said, I found several strong points:

Colin Farrell is a frontrunner for Best Actor, and he deserves a nomination. I was surprised to learn that Farrell has never been nominated for an Oscar, Emmy, or really any major entertainment award. He did win a Golden Globe for In Bruges lol. Meanwhile, for the In Bruges screenplay, McDonagh was nominated for an Oscar and won a BAFTA, so it seems likely Farrell will at least be considered. Without seeing the rest of the competition, I could see Farrell winning. I thought his performance was at least as good as Will Smith’s in King Richard, though an actor’s best performance doesn’t always win him the Oscar.

Farrell has a majority of the dialogue with the three supporting characters, played by Kerry Condon, Brendan Gleeson, and Barry Keoghan. I did not enjoy Barry Keoghan’s performance, and I did not enjoy his character’s journey. Keoghan’s physical choices were too weird and too charmless for my taste. Everyone else had redeeming qualities. Keoghan’s character was just sad. With this in mind, Condon and Gleeson each had wonderful performances, and they are each likely to be nominated in supporting categories. These three actors (Condon, Farrell, and Gleeson) all had wonderful chemistry. When combined with the good sections of writing heavy on dialogue, they each are deserving of recognition.

Moving on to McDonagh’s writing and directing choices, I hope he does not win in either category. As stated, the film fell apart after the first absurdist gag. I really appreciate the sensibility he was going for, truly, but it just didn’t work. For directing, I would be fine if he weren’t nominated. It feels like there were probably other directors more deserving, though I reserve the right to change my mind after seeing more of the potential nominees. For writing, I could see him being nominated, especially if the film gets several acting nominations. A lot of the dialogue was well done, and the film could have been great if most of the second half were changed.

As a quick wrap up, I think this film should be nominated for Best Actor for sure. Best Supporting Actress and Best Supporting Actor nominations would also be welcome, as well as Best Original Screenplay. I think the Academy could skip this one for Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Film Editing (there were a few confusing transitions). Also there’s not really a chance for Best Costume Design, but Farrell’s character wears some of the most beautiful sweaters. I really do envy his wardrobe.

Prediction:

Best Picture ⭐

Best Director ⭐

Best Original Screenplay ⭐⭐⭐

Best Actor ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Best Supporting Actress ⭐⭐⭐

Best Supporting Actor ⭐⭐⭐

#martin mcdonagh #oscars #review

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30secondstoanime · 4 years ago

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The Birthday Present

pairing: Pro!Hero Midoriya x Fem!Reader

genre/warnings: Reader Insert, Birthday Sex

Kinky Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Gets Out of His Comfort Zone, That's Not How You're Supposed to Use Your Quirk, Porn With Plot, praise kink?, very smutty, Rough Sex, role-playing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, Light Choking, Doggy Style, Fluff and Smut, after sex cuddles

word count: 7,467

→ summary: Your birthday is around the corner. What better gift than your boyfriend, the #1 Hero Deku, finally giving you what you want the way you want it: rough and kinky. But first plot!

a/n: Sorry about the crap summary and title, I'm working on that lol. So this is my first fic for the bnha fandom and first attempt at writing very explicit sex scenes and venturing into kinks/BDSM, so please be kind, but also I’d love feedback! This was supposed to be a cute four-page oneshot but turned into a sixteen-page, 7k+ word behemoth, hence the self-indulgent tag ‘cause I couldn't stop writing. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor ;)

In a few days, you’ll be turning twenty-four. Your birthday has always been an odd day you think for someone with your quirk because age really was just a number. That’s not to say you weren’t planning to do something fun, at least if you could figure out what you’d like to do. Okay, so that was a lie. You knew exactly what or should you say who you wanted to do and that it involved getting your back blown out. As soon as the thought pops into your head, your epiglottis forgets its job, and you choke on the sip of UCC coffee, you had tried to swallow. You cough to clear your airway, gasping when air finally expands your lungs. You tap your pen nervously against your desk, eyes scanning the other pro heroes’ faces in your agency. It seems your sudden outburst hadn’t disrupted the comfortable silence of the natural lull of the workday. A beep from your hero pager pulls your attention away from people watching in the office. Coordinates flash in five consecutive seconds before the transmission ends. You stand grabbing your toolbelt and strapping it across your hips; you make your way to the front. As you near the exit, you hear your hero name being called. You turn and see Yaomomo briskly walking towards you.

“Hey Creati, you got the page too?”

“I did, sounds like they’ve made a bit of a mess of things.” You scoff good-naturedly.

“When do they ever not. Were they really like this during your time at U.A.?” She giggles and nods her head. You wonder if you’ll ever stop cleaning up after the nation’s top three heroes.

“Better get going then, we both know they share a singular brain cell, so there’s no telling how much time we have to fix things.”

“Atomic!” You laugh at Yaomomo’s weak attempt to scold you — the amusement in her black eyes softens the tone.

−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−

“Oh my.”

You blow out a low whistle. Ice and scorch marks are scattered across the street and surrounding buildings. Explosive ash is still gently falling from the sky, and black tendrils are haphazardly keeping electric poles, exposed building foundation, and an abundance of wrecked vehicles from collapsing.

“Creati, check the building foundations. Create new beams and weld them together if necessary. I’ll get started on the pole, we can’t have a live electric wire falling.” She nods, and you split off. The work is slow and arduous, but the orderly nature of reorganizing and coaxing atomic particles back into place helps the time pass quickly. You’ve just finished rearranging the anatomical structure of a car hanging from a, thankfully, undamaged light pole, so that it falls to the ground weightlessly. You touch the damaged side, pull it back together, and return the car to its original density. You give the car a quick tap with the toe of your foot to test the structural integrity, satisfied you step back taking in your handiwork. What had a few hours ago looked like a DEFCON 3 military mission gone awry is now back to looking like an ordinary Japanese street. Well, as normal as you and Yaomomo could reconstruct — you weren’t miracle workers, and Ground Zero’s explosive residue was hard to get rid of. Instead, the way it collected and hung in the atmosphere made it difficult for your quirk to erase without condensing the air. That was out of the question unless you wanted to suffocate Yaomomo. Which you didn’t, so the employees of these buildings would be dealing with the smell for at least a week. Sighing, you tuck your hands in your pockets and make your way over to Creati. Her welding mask obscures her face, but you know it’s in deep concentration. After she cuts the torch and pushes the protective gear up, she gives you a smile.

“All done?”

“Just about.”

“I’ll page H.Q. Might even lodge a formal complaint against those three bird brains while I’m at it.”

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious.” She shoots you an incredulous look.

“They make this huge ass mess and don’t even bother to wait for us to arrive before dipping. Total dick move.”

“Ah-huh.” You don’t like the teasing note in her voice.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” You cross your arms defensively.

“Spit it out, Yaoyorozu.”

“You sure your foul attitude has nothing to do with not seeing Deku?” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll see him at home like I do every day. So no, I’m not upset about not seeing him.”

“If you say so.” She gives you a look, and you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“You cannot still be stuck on that!”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” She bats her eyes at you innocently while creating a duffle bag to transport the welding equipment.

“That God awful theory you and Ashido have about me having a hero kink for Izuku." You begin to walk side by side back to the agency. You hand her an energy bar from your utility belt.

“I mean, you do get very flushed whenever you see him on patrol. Like, if it were a hentai video, you’d definitely be drooling with your tongue lolling out of your mouth.”

“Ugh!” You shove her with your shoulder. “That is so gross.” Both of you laugh, and after a small lapse into silence, you give.

“Okay fine. I might get instahorny whenever I see Izuku in costume, but I can’t help it. He just looks so good, and it’s heightened because I know what he looks like out of costume, and then all I want to do is jump his bones, but of course, I don’t because propriety. So I’m left with all this pent up sexual frustration!”

“So, are you going to ever mention this to him? Your birthday is in a few days and if I may be so bold —”

“It’s never stopped you.” You mumble under your breath with a smile.

“I’d suggest you request it be your birthday present.”

“Pfft. Yaomomo, we’ve been together almost a year and a half, and while our sex life is fucking phenomenal, I’m talking multiple orgasms almost every time, amazing — it’s been very strictly vanilla. Not from any lack of trying on my end, but every time I’ve tried to spice things up, he gets as close as humanly possible to spontaneous combustion. Don’t even get me started on the one time I tried to get him to choke me while I —”

“(Y/N)! Stop, goodness, I do not need the play by play of your and Izuku’s sex life. I just,” she massages her temples, “wanted to make a suggestion. While I’m relieved you feel so secure in our friendship to be so open, please remember I went to high school with him. He’s like a little brother.”

“Oh, Yaomomo, there’s nothing little about him.” Her face pales, and you can’t stifle your cackle. It quickly becomes a full-blown laugh that rattles through your body.

“I went a little too far with that last comment, gomen. On a serious note, though, how would I even go about asking him? ‘Hey babe, it’s my birthday so I want you to fuck me until my knees are jello while in your hero costume because it gets me all hot and bothered oh and since I’m risking it all I’d love it if you tied me up and maybe choked me too.’”

You glance over your shoulder, a look of profound regret is plastered over Yaomomo’s face. You give her an impish grin.

“Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue does it.”

“Oh (Y/N).” Your friend shakes her head. When you finally turn the corner onto the street, your hero agency is housed, you catch sight of a mop of green hair. You pick up your pace, a mischievous grin on your face. Using your quirk, you redistribute your mass, so your footfall’s noise against the pavement is silenced. Izuku is talking with someone, his back turned to you. The goods were on display. When he’s in reach, you stretch out your arms, hands cupping his butt you feel him stiffen as you whisper against his ear.

“You’re under arrest for transporting illegal buns of steel.” You watch the blush creep up from his neck before capturing his entire face. He turns his neck, trying to get a good look at you.

“Wh-what!” You begrudgingly let go of his ass, and he turns his body to face you, his freckles standing out against the pink hue of his flustered expression.

“Sorry hun, I don’t make the rules.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I- I, (Y/N) that’s not even a legal penal code! A-and there’s no way I could transport enough steel on my person to warrant a body search.”

“Ooh Deku,” you loosen up the state of your atoms, allowing them to vibrate in mock arousal, “I love it when you talk legal code at me. Repeat it: penal.”

He flounders for a reply, mouth agape at a total loss for words. You giggle at his expression, a total deer in headlights. The person he’d been talking to finally makes themselves known.

“Atomic, you’re still teasing the living soul out of Deku per usual. Glad to know things haven’t changed ‘round here.” His shark tooth smile pulls an equally toothy smile from you.

“Eijiro! When did you get back? I’ve missed you.” You rush to the redhead, and he reciprocates your hug, holding you tight.

“Man, I’ve missed you too (Y/N). The States were cool, but there’s no manlier place than home sweet home.” You pull back and take him in. He looks the exact same if not a little bit more tanned.

“Damn straight.” Yaoyorozu arrives at the end of your reunion. Her excitement at seeing her old friend is nearly palatable. They catch up enthusiastically, and you saddle up next to your boyfriend, who’s finally gotten his blush under control.

“Hey, babe.” You give his cheek a chaste kiss, and he smiles.

“Hey, love,” Izuku gives your hand a squeeze, “How was your day?”

“It was pretty run of the mill except for the utter shitstorm Yaomomo and I had to clean up in Minato City.” You glance down and watch his feet shuffle from side to side.

“Huh, sounds pretty epic.”

“Not the first, second, or even the third word I’d use, but we’re all entitled to our opinions. And don’t you try acting coy with me, Izuku! That blonde ticking time grenade, the confused weather pattern, and your quirk were all over that place.” Izuku gulps.

“I expended a lot of energy cleaning up after you and your friends baka. As compensation, you’ve gotta cook me curry rice. Deal?”

He kisses your cheek in assent.

“Great!” You beam. “I’m gonna go change, be back in fifteen.” You disappear through the agency’s massive double doors. Yaomomo watches until you’re out of view before she walks over to Midoriya.

“So about (Y/N) ’s birthday . . .”

−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−

When you come out, you find a peculiar scene waiting for you. Yaoyorozu has crafted a fan for, you presume, Izuku, who is so red you could almost see the light refraction from his face’s heat and sweating by what looks like the gallon. Eijiro is by his side, trying to calm him down. You heighten the sensitivity of your cochlea to pick up the tail end of their conversation.

“It’ll be super manly, dude!”

“Bu-but I’ve never . . .” Your boyfriend seems tongue-tied.

“You’ve definitely got it in you,” Eijiro slaps Izuku on the back, “Plus Ultra!”

Izuku echoes Eijiro, but you can tell his heart isn’t in it.

You return to your average level of hearing and walk up to the trio.

“Everything good?” They all look at you with expressions that clearly scream, ‘No, everything is not good dumbass.’

“Riiight, foolish question. Izuku, babe, do you need me to help you?” He squeaks, and that stops you dead in your tracks. The last time he had squeaked in your presence was when he’d asked you out on your first date, and you think it was mostly because you had bluntly told him you had every intention of having sex with him if not after your first then for sure after your second date. He didn’t even squawk when you made good on your declaration, and you had been positive he was going to. Your assurance cost you a ¥2,000 bet with Ochako and Shoto. Whatever had transpired while you were changing had him spooked.

You crouch down and gently take his face between your hands. His cheeks are unnaturally warm. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your quirk to scan his vitals. What the actual fuck? Izuku’s pregenual anterior cingulate cortex is enormous. Your boyfriend is next level embarrassed. His heart rate is in the 200bpm range, which should have been impossible because it only ever got that high when he was exercising, and you were quite familiar with getting it there.

You’re honestly shocked his heart hasn’t started to palpitate with the sky-high levels of cortisol in his blood and high heart rate. Taking a deep breath, you begin to gently persuade the firing neurons near his PACC to chill, its size slowly decreases. You travel down to his hypothalamus and rearrange some of its chemical balance, so it stops producing corticotropin-releasing hormone, creating a negative feedback loop that would lead to his body to drop its cortisol production. You vasoconstrict a handful of the blood vessels in his face for good measure, hoping to cool it down. Your eyes flutter open, and the ruddiness is gone, and his cheeks feel cool against your palms. He gives you a weak smile and gosh that smile, these freckles, those lively emerald eyes. You lean your forehead against his, taking a moment to collect yourself. You kiss the tip of his nose before pulling yourself up, stretching once you’re fully upright.

“Well damn, I’m starving now. I know I said you had to cook for me, but I don’t think I’ll last. What do you say, Number 1. Hero, care to take me out to eat?”

Izuku gets to his feet, with a bit of help from Eijiro, who keeps a hand wrapped around his waist to keep him from stumbling.

“Yeah, of course, love. Just tell me where you want to eat.”

You grin in delight. Before making a decision, you turn to your two other companions. You’re not sure when Yaomomo had time to change, but she’s no longer in her hero costume.

“Would y’all like to join us? Izuku’s treat.” Your cinnamon roll’s protest is drowned out by their loud acceptance.

“I mean, if my bro is gonna treat us, then how could I say no?”

“How gracious Izuku, I’d love to share a meal with everyone.”

“Let’s get going then!” You grab Izuku’s hand and turn around, heading in the direction of the train stop. The walk will give you time to decide where you want to eat.

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“Hold on one sec, almost got it.” You pace next to Izuku; the pressure on your bladder almost debilitating. At the click of your front door unlocking and seeing Izuku push it open, you rush through over the threshold. You kick the heels off your feet, your slippers abandoned at the entryway as you make a break for the bathroom. You can’t get your underwear off quick enough. The relief is almost pleasurable. You’d forgotten what it felt like to pee while exceedingly inebriated. Typically when you go out drinking, you elevate your liver’s production of alcohol dehydrogenase so you can avoid getting drunk, but tonight was your birthday celebration, and you wanted to get shitfaced, so you dialed it back. Now that you’re home and not interested in a hangover, you make the necessary adjustments to your liver. The night out had been a pleasant surprise. More people had shown up than you’d been led to believe would, most importantly, your younger siblings had stopped by — you hadn’t seen them since moving to Musutafu to pursue your hero career. You finish reminiscing over the night’s events. Quickly wiping, you flush the toilet and wash your hands. When you open the door, you find your slippers are there waiting. He was a total sweetheart.

You slide your sore feet in and sigh at the fluffiness. You make your way to your bedroom, surprised to find it empty. Where had Izuku gone? You take off your earrings, dropping them into your jewelry box. Making your way to the main bathroom connected to your room, you’ve just finished wiping away your makeup when you hear the door open. You walk to the bathroom door to peek and gasp as soon as you spot the figure closing the door behind them. Now you’d be the first to admit you are a horny bitch, but never have you felt your pussy throb with such a deep longing the way it was throbbing now. You stand still dumbfounded at seeing Izuku in his hero costume in your bedroom.

“Babe?” You try to suppress the quiver in your voice.

“Ma’am,” He tilts his head in greeting, “I got reports of a villain in the vicinity. I’m Deku, and I’m here to take care of you.”

Why the fuck did he just introduce himself? And a villain? You reach out with your quirk but don’t feel an unknown presence nearby. You start to walk towards him but stop at the foot of your bed. He meets you there, and you don’t know what to expect, but it definitely was not him pushing you onto your back. You fall with a muffled thud against the comforter. You stare up at him at a complete loss. You then become hyper-aware of what you’re wearing. The sparkling strappy mini dress leaves little to the imagination, and you’re positive that from his angle, Izuku can see your panties and the growing evidence of your arousal.

“Apologies, ma’am, but I’ll be using my quirk to restrain you as a precautionary measure.” Your mouth goes dry as you watch Blackwhip manifest wrapping around your wrists, pulling your arms above your head, and adhering to your shared bed’s headboard. You have to scoot yourself back a few inches to ease the tension in your shoulders. Holy shit. He just tied you up. This whole time he’s been standing at the end of the bed taking you in. You know your face is flushed, and you can feel your nipples brushing against the material of your dress now that you’re so turned on. Izuku’s hands come into view, and that somehow gets your mouth to work again.

“What are you going to do?” You arch an eyebrow and part your lips to let your tongue dart out and wet them. Fuck Yaomomo wasn’t off the mark with her comment.

“I’ll need to do a full-body search to ensure you’re not concealing anything illegal on your person.” You don’t have time to respond before his gloved hands caress down your pinned arms, across where your neck and shoulders meet. Leaving goosebumps in their wake. He cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You groan as the sensation travels down, pooling between your legs. He moves down your sides, slowly over your exposed thighs sticking strictly to the outside of your legs until he reaches mid-calf. You feel his hands move, and suddenly their inching closer to your aching cunt. Using his right hand Izuku runs a finger teasingly up between your clothed slit and your hips give an involuntary buck. He removes his finger and tuts at you, that pisses you off.

“What the fuck Izu —” You stop yourself when you see another tendril of black materialize near your face.

“Don’t make me gag you. My name is Deku, and you will address me as Deku-sama.” There’s a finality in his tone that leaves no room for argument. You’re torn between being really fucking aroused and very vexed at this role reversal. You’d always been on top, literally and figuratively, and now here he was, your cinnamon roll, threatening to gag you and not even blushing about it. He takes your silence as understanding and begins to hike up the bottom of your dress. With your midriff exposed, he finally settles between your legs, his toned abdomen flush against you. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above your belly button, his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. Izuku’s lips continue to roam over every inch of your exposed abdomen, sucking and biting. He’s going to leave love marks all over your stomach, you’re sure. His hands travel up under your dress, coming to rest just below your breasts. You feel the flat of his tongue working its way towards his hands. When you can feel his breath tickling you already hard nipples, he pulls his face away. You squirm and pull against your restraint — you feel them tighten.

“What is it you want, villain?” Fuuuck. The word falls from his lips wrapped in sinful promise sending another steady pulse of need through your body. Your nervous system was on fire.

“I want you to touch me.” You try to taper down the pleading in your voice, but the mildly amused expression on Izuku’s face says you failed.

“Like this?” His hand runs down your neck, over your dress and through the valley of your cleavage, past your naval stopping at the band of your panties. It dawns on you that he was teasing you.

“Or like this?” You’re not sure when his gloves came off or how he managed it, but one second you’re covered by the flimsy dress material next, the straps keeping it up are torn, and the dress pulled down. You hiss at the shock of the sudden temperature change, but quickly warm up as calloused fingers massage your breasts. A greedy moan is the only answer you can manage as you arch your back into his touch. He leans closer, breath warm against your neck, and moves a hand down to grip your ass,

“Let’s see if these are illegal buns of steel.” Even with how incredibly husky his voice is, you almost laugh at his remark’s absolute absurdity. Still, having maybe foreseen your reaction Izuku wraps one of your nipples between his lips before you can utter a sound.

“Deku-sama.” You inhale sharply coming completely unwound as his tongue flicks and swirls. His mouth sucks and pulls playfully. When his teeth graze your nipple, you contemplate making your hands boneless to escape the restraints just so you could tangle your hands in his hair; even with the undercut, you knew you could make him moan. The idea is quickly dashed as Izuku releases your now overly sensitive bud with a resounding pop that sends the ache in your pussy into a frenzy. Good god , he hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet. He treats your other nipple with much the same attention. However, this time, he lets his teeth give it a gentle nibble, and the shock of the feeling causes your skin to prickle. You feel him grin at your reaction before giving your nipple a farewell lick. He captures your lips, shoving his hips down against your own, as his hands’ ghost over your neck. You hook a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, trying to create as much friction as possible as you roll your hips upward. He lets out a breathy chuckle, as his mouth moves to replace his hands. He kisses up your neck, his breath tickles your ear, and you stutter out a needy whimper.

“Someone’s eager.” You groan in frustration as he pulls back. His hands grab hold of what’s left of your dress, and you help him get you out of it. He runs a finger up your stomach, stopping just below your sternum. The tip of his index finger traces a lazy circle before leaving a trail of goosebumps back down to your hip. The pressure of his finger is replaced by his mouth, biting the flesh of your hip crease hungrily. He kisses his away across to your opposite hip, traces of his kisses wet against your skin. You feel his fingers toying with the lacy hem of your panties before he hooks them in the elastic, pulling them down. You lift your hips as they pass over the curve of your ass, and you wriggle in anticipation. Izuku braces his left forearm against your right thigh, pushing your legs wider. His index finger explores your wet folds, dipping briefly into your slit, before brushing against your swollen clitoris.

“Deku-sama, please .” You don’t care how desperate you sound, the ache in your pussy is becoming unbearable. The slow burn was killing you.

“Since you said, please.” He slips a thick finger inside of you, curling it just so it massages the soft and spongy spot that makes your toes curl and lewd obscenities fall from your parted lips.

“Aah, fuck. Fuck, yes, there, right there. More. Izuku give me more.” A second finger is roughly inserted. You cry out as a jolt of ecstasy consumes every inch of you. He begins to scissor his fingers back and forth, “It’s De-ku sa-ma,” each thrust emphasizing the syllables of his declaration. You rock your hips up, trying to get his fingers deeper because you are close. You can feel the dam getting ready to burst. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel yourself clench around his fingers. He inhales sharply. You bite back a moan as stars begin to dance across your vision. The rhythm of his fingers picks up, and the pressure on your clit begins to be too much.

“You’re about to cum.” It’s not a question, but you manage to pant a yes, and it becomes your undoing. Tongue replaces fingers before you can bemoan feeling empty, hands wrap under your thighs, keeping you exposed when they instinctively try to shut. His fingers dig into soft flesh, and the pain leaves you dizzy for more. He unhooks his left arm from your thigh, again using his forearm to keep your leg down. Two fingers spread you open, and his breath is warm, and you screw your eyes shut because fucking hell, you feel ready to erupt. You feel the warmth of his tongue as it slips inside you and starts to lick around. His nose brushes against your clit as he laps up your wetness. When he takes your clitoris in his mouth, you feel yourself at the edge of a precipice.

“Y-your fin-fingers. Deku-sama.” You frantically tug against your binds as you arch your hips rutting into his face. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You feel yourself drowning in pleasure when his fingers join back in the fray. You’re full, and his tongue is everywhere. Inside you along with his fingers, pressing in all the right places. There’s no room to be embarrassed by your body’s wet sounds as you thrust against his fingers or the sounds he’s eliciting from you — loud, throaty, and gluttonous. He laps up the juices wherever they end up, on your thighs, in your folds, the space between your pussy and ass. At your clit he teases with nibbles, quick flicks of his tongue, and long flat strokes. He was treating you like you were his favorite meal. Coming back for seconds, thirds, fourths. You lose track of time. The air crackles with electricity, Izuku, the electromagnet to your copper coils. It sparks against your skin. Were you doing that? You couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter because something was building. You feel it in your core, your quirk causing your atoms to buzz in excitement. He lets you hook your legs around his back, locking your ankles. You make a strangled noise when a particularly aggressive thrust combined with the head-splitting euphoria of Izuku’s tongue on your clit brings your Earth stuttering on its axis.

“Oh fuck, oh kami. Shit, Deku-sama!”

You flicker in and out. One second howling Izuku’s name like a prayer to the Gods, hips rolling up to meet his mouth. The next, you find yourself weightless in a void no longer in a corporeal form. What the fuck? It lasts no longer than a second before you return to your body and the sound of him cooing against your aching cunt.

“That’s it, cum villain. Cum for me.” And cum, you do. Waves of fiery ecstasy set your body aflame. You clench your fists and use your legs to pull Izuku’s face further flush against you. When you think you can catch your breath, Izuku surprises you by coaxing you into another smaller orgasm. You don’t know how he did it, but you really can’t complain, you’re feeling blissful as fuck. The bed creaks as he shifts back onto his knees, unwrapping your legs from around him. Blachwip is deactivated, and your arms fall uselessly to your sides. You feel your legs quiver from exertion, and you watch your chest rise in fall sporadically as your breathing levels off. You prop yourself up on your elbow to give Izuku a once over. He’s got a bit of sweat on his forehead, you can see the outline of his erection against the front of his hero costume, and your cum glistens on his nose, mouth, and chin. Not sure how you manage it, with your body feeling so close to putty, but you scoot back, pulling yourself up into a seated position, and rock forward onto your knees so you’re facing him.

You move closer, so your knees brush against his. Now that you’re close enough, you can see how blown his pupils are. They almost wholly eclipse the dark shamrock of his irises. He had it bad for you. You could fix that. You grab his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting it down to your lips so you can lick it clean. When your tongue traces the outline of his mouth, a low moan rumbles in the back of his throat. You get his mouth open with a hard nip to his bottom lip. Tasting yourself in his mouth and on his tongue makes you squeeze your thighs together briefly before you let your free hand wander between your legs to stroke your clit and moistening labia. You give the tip of his nose a cutesy peck that almost brings a blush to his freckled face, but he remains in character, so you palm his cock with your damp hand grinning devilishly when he stutters an exhale.

“I want you, hero.”

Izuku’s chuckle is rich, and you can feel it reverberate against where your chests connect. You start to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, the short buzz of his undercut tickles your fingertips. Sliding your hand up, you finally get to tangle your fist in his hair, your grip tightens, and you pull his head back, exposing his neck. Your tongue darts out to lick a stripe up to just below his earlobe, all the while your hand strokes him into fully hardening.

“I’m not fucking around, Deku.” Your voice is thick and your tone dark, dangerous. He grabs the wrist of the hand that’s between his legs and growls,

“Neither am I villain slut.” You swallow hard at his inflection on the word slut. You’d never been called a slut during sex, and under any other circumstance, you’re sure it wouldn’t have sent a thrill of arousal pulsing from your fingertips down to your toes. He brings the hand up above your head, reaching behind his head to grab your second hand. You give him a feral grin, and his eyes flash before he sends you to your back. You’re about to stretch out your legs when he commands you to flip over onto your hands and knees. You do as you’re told, biting your lip as warmth begins to once again pool between your legs. You wish you could help him out of his costume, but it sounds like your help wasn’t needed. His dick grazes against the back of your thighs. A finger follows the curve of your spine. You arch into the touch and moan when it dips at your hip to tap your clitoris.

“You’re so wet already. You villains really know nothing about bedroom decorum.” He skims a hand over your stomach, stopping to grope and tease your hardened nipples.

“Oh? Keeping a woman in suspense isn’t exactly proper in my book De-ku sa-ma.” You look over your shoulder with a smirk.

“You’re,” he thrust into you without warning, quickly turning the grin on your face into an open-mouthed ‘oh,’ “not,” he pulls out, so the tip of his head just barely touches your cunt, “a woman.” He pushes into you, swearing under his breath as you push your hips back to meet his momentum. A ragged breath escapes your lips as you adjust to him, filling you. Shit, the boy is thick. His nails dig into your hip as he continues to fuck you at a painfully slow pace. Fingers tweak your nipples, and you feel your whole body flush with pleasure. You clutch the bedsheets in two tight fists when he starts to quicken his thrusts. His chest is slick with sweat against your back, his tongue tracing circles into your shoulder. An aggressive stroke sends the head of his cock rubbing up against your G-spot, and you feel your walls squeeze around him.

“Shit, shit, fuck Deku. That’s it. Just keep putting pressure on that spot.” You feel your elbows buckle, and you expect to crash into the bed. Instead, black tendrils wrap around your arms to keep you upright. This is definitely not how Lariat intended Blackwhip’s tendrils to be used. The thought makes you giggle. It seems that this was not a sound Izuku wanted to hear coming from you. He bites down on the spot of your shoulder he’d been suckling, making his displeasure known. You feel him adjust himself behind you, perhaps too quickly, because he slips out of you, and you protest immediately with a loud whine.

“I’ll give you something to whine about.” He thrust back into you, your knees go weak, and your pussy’s stimulation begins to pull the taught rope of your impending orgasm closer to snapping. One of his hands grabs the hair at the base of your neck, tugging with just enough force to tease a guttural mewl from you.

“That’s more like it.” You’re so overstimulated, with the rhythm of his dick coming in and out of you. The attention he’s paying to your clit, you scarcely have the headspace to be shocked by the personality change. Izuku doesn’t release his hold on your hair; instead, he deactivates Blackwhip and uses the grip to guide you, so your back is flush against his chest. You can smell the muskiness of his sweat with him so close. It mingles in the air with the scent of your arousal. Sex, the whole room smelled heavily of your fucking. He brushes a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently. You open your mouth, taking it in, holding it gently between your teeth, your lips acting as a cushion. You suck on Izuku’s thumb, letting your tongue swirl over the tip treating it how you would if you were instead sucking on the head of his cock. You hollow out your cheek and release his thumb with a satisfying pop. Your reward is the sound of Izuku’s heated gasp. The sound tightens the coil in your groin. You feel his right hand lightly trailing up your side. You expect him to stop to cup your breast, but a tingle runs up your spine when he skips it entirely. His thumb rests a few inches under your right ear, the fleshy part of his palm rests against your trachea, the remaining four fingers occupy the same spot under the opposite ear. You can’t hide your excitement as he begins to apply light pressure to your neck. It’s amplified when he whispers in your ear,

“Whose slut are you, villain?”

“I’m yours. All yours.” He squeezes a little tighter, and you squirm, gripping his left hip for stability.

“Yours, Deku-sama. I’m all yours.” You choke over the words while he loosens his grip satisfied with your correction. The brief bout of intoxicating lightheadedness dissipates quickly, but he keeps his hand around your neck.

You feel him, hard and slick, throbbing inside you, and you know he’s close. You prepare to ride out the coming crescendo that you’ll set off with your silver tongue.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, hero? I can feel your cock pulsing.” He squeezes your neck tighter than he has before reminding you who was in charge. You dig your nails into his hip and bite your lip. Was he turning into a masochist, or were you?

“I want you to cum in me. Make me your bona fide villain bitch — think you’re up for it, big boy?” You were being so bold, goading him. It does the trick. He releases his hold on your neck, you’re a little sad, but are swiftly distracted by a sudden burst of heat and green energy crackling, the telltale sign of Full Cowl being activated. What the hell was he up to? Your answer comes moments later when his hands push your bent legs further apart, hooking his arms under your thighs to lift them up. You feel weightless, free, and so very wanton. Then like being dosed with ice-cold water, you come back to your senses; you’ve always been terrified of being picked up during sex. Your arms flail, searching for anything to grab hold of. They settle awkwardly at Izuku’s neck. Your breathing is a little erratic.

“You’re not scared of heights, are you?” Oh, he was being a total ass.

“Absolutely not.” You bite back.

“Heh.”

Sensing your discomfort, he places you back down on your knees, his hand returning to your neck — where it belonged. Shit, it was you, you’re the masochist. You feel him throb inside you, the head of his penis gets a little bigger and his cock harder. His movements become more sporadic. You take his free hand and lead it to your clit, you’d be damned if he cums before you. His groans become music to your ears, loud and ravenous as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts. Soon that’s all you can feel, like tunnel vision nothing else matters, there are no other options, but his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you as his fingers dance around your clit. He flicks and pulls, rubs circles, and you savor every second of it. Everything cumulates into a blinding flash of white-hot light as if you’re staring directly at burning magnesium. You hear him crying out your name, and it mixes with your carnal pleas into a cacophonous soundtrack to your mutual climax. He finishes inside you, the thick viscous liquid of his orgasm, filling you with more warmth than you anticipated. As you ride out your orgasm, you don’t stop gyrating your hips until you feel Izuku become soft. You let out a shaky breath as you come to a stop to catch your breath. You’re thankful that he doesn’t seem eager to pull out quite yet while you bask in the quiet exhilaration of having orgasmed three times this night.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

You nod your head slightly, words out of reach with your euphoria’s hum still clouding your mind. Cum trickles down between your thighs, the sensation almost ticklish, but far more erotic. With nothing connecting you to Izuku, your body gives in to its exhaustion, falling forward unceremoniously. He wraps an arm around your waist, setting you gently down on your stomach. Rolling onto your back, you shimmy up onto a pillow to support your head. You glance up at Izuku and sigh in content. Hair stuck to his head, abs contracting as he slows his breathing (his heart rate close to 180bpm), and his left-hand traces the scars on his right arm absently. Even in such a worn-out state, he looked otherworldly. You lock eyes, and you pat his side of the bed next to you.

“Cuddle with me.” At hearing those three words, he sheds his façade, his eyes soften, his jaw loosens, and he eagerly obliges your request. He rests his head on your chest, your fingers playing with his hair as he gently brushes your side. You stay like this for a few minutes until he starts out of your arms like someone’s lit a fire under his ass. He sits up, you follow suit intrigued by what’s got him so worked up. You watch him reach across towards his nightstand. He pulls out a notebook and a pencil. You have to suppress your snort as he begins scribbling furiously. You couldn’t even pretend to be surprised, catching bits and pieces of his muttering.

“. . . dominated . . . choking . . . loud . . . buns of steel. . .” You can’t stifle the laugh that escapes you. He glances up and gives you a sheepish grin, his face like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“You fucked me into another dimension, jot that down in your sex notebook.” A blush erupts across his face.

“I-I what? Seriously?”

“Mhmm, as seriously as my orgasm.” Embarrassment flickers momentarily in his eyes, quickly replaced by intense curiosity. You dare say you see a little triumphant gleam too.

“What happened, tell me everything, love.” You recount what he’d been doing with his tongue and fingers. The feeling leading up to it and what it looked like in this other dimension.

“Sounds like you’ve unlocked another facet of your quirk.”

“Looks like it, but it’s not really useful.” He gives you an inquiring look; you roll your eyes. He could be so dense sometimes.

“I can’t exactly have you eating me out in public every time I want to astral project now, can I?” His blush returns full force.

“Maybe there’s another way.”

“Possibly, but I’m beat. My legs feel like jello, and I’m starting to feel sore.” You massage your neck, glancing at your exposed breasts and the marks that speckle them. Izuku looks at you with worry.

“You can’t fix it with your quirk?”

“I can, but where’s the fun in that? One of my favorite parts of sex is feeling it the next day. I’m definitely going to tomorrow and maybe the day after thanks to you.” You give him a wink and admire as he fumbles with his words.

“Oh! Well, I mean. Yeah. No problem. I think?” He was definitely back to being your cinnamon roll. You giggle quietly.

“Before I go clean up, I’ve gotta know. How did you do that.” You motion with your hand, hoping he picks up what you’re putting down. He does.

“Simple, lots of research.” You squint at him, touching the pulse at his neck. It was slightly elevated.

“Ah-huh, and what else?”

“No-nothing!” The pulse quickens a little more.

“Did you role play with someone?” The idea sounds absolutely preposterous, but when he pushes your hand away from his neck and gets up off the bed, you know you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re using your quirk, that’s not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war. So, who was it with? Shoto? Eiji? Or was it Katsuki ?” The light hue of pink that creeps up his neck is all the confirmation you need.

“Ah,” you bob your head sagely, “it makes sense, babe, he gives off a total masochist vibe. I’d have practiced with him too. What was it like? Would he be open to a threesome? Or would it be a foursome since he’s got that not, so secret thing going with Eiji? Could I even handle the three of you?” You wonder out loud.

“(Y/N)!” Izuku rushes into the bathroom, adamantly trying to end this conversation. You weren’t letting this go, oh no siree, so you get out of bed and walk to the bathroom where Izuku’s turned on the shower and is standing under its current.

“Nice try. You’re giving me the details.” He sighs defeatedly.

“Can it wait until we’re in the bath.” You cross your arms in a huff, pouting.

“I guess.” Izuku grabs you, pulling you into the shower with him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. He gives the top of your head a kiss.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

Happy fucking birthday to me. You smile to yourself.

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