cw: reader is mentioned wearing a dress and corset, mentions of a butt plug, pet play? kinda
very specific thought I have sometimes when I online shop: deku likes to buy your clothes for you. not in a weird, controlling way really—he just has certain….visions of you in the things he sees. and he’s a little obsessive on his worse day, and he knows he won’t ever get the image of you in those pants if he doesn’t buy them for you immediately.
he’s a little bit of an idiot though, is scammed damn near every week because instagram wont stop promoting those websites that sell all might themed undies and those knee highs with his own face plastered all over them. he says it’s worth it though, when the clothing comes and he surprises you with them with the hope of a fashion show.
he sits on the side of the bed, biting at his thumb nail, staring at your moving shadow from under the en-suite bathroom door. he brought you a baby blue dress with fluffy white buttons up the chest, a matching corset that he’s waiting to tie up, the bunny ears that came with it, and a pair of blue boots with fuzzy ears on top. it’s ridiculous, you told him the moment he showed it to you. I’m not some show pony, you poke at him when you take the clothes in hand. You’re just a perv, you mutter as you close the bathroom door behind you, ready to try it all on.
And you feel so stupid when you come out, all fuzzy and blue, ready to ask if you should hop over to him. But Izuku looks damn near in awe, eyes rounded and his hands in the air, reaching out for you, quietly telling you to turn around for him. You don’t expect for him to rush over to you, to hook his chin over your shoulder, to whisper about how pretty you are, for his warm and large hands to tie the corset so gently, that your breath stutters from his closeness.
“You like it?” You ask him, looking at him from under your lashes, watch how his big emerald eyes damn near sparkle as he takes you all in. Izuku hesitates before he answers with a nod, guilty eyes fluttering over to another unopened box you hadn’t seen by the door.
“I think the whole outfit will be complete with one last finishing touch.” He murmurs, doesn’t let your turn in his hold, grabs you tight against him as he hides his warmed cheeks in your neck.
“Which is?” You hum, swaying a little, letting the high skirt of the dress tug up even higher against the very obvious bulge resting at the curve of your ass. Izuku pauses for a moment, before he whispers into your skin,
“A bunny tail butt plug. Just for the aesthetic.” He tacks the last part on quickly, seals it with a kiss against your jaw, groans a little when you gasp. You eye the package now, suddenly interested in this little get up, finally understanding his pervy little methods. You smile though, wide, and stroke the hand resting around your stomach, the other carding through Izuku’s thick locks.
“Just for the aesthetic.” You agree and, you swear, you feel his entire body tremble behind you.
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So so so.. I’ve been learning faroe’s song on piano and becoming absolutely insufferable because of it. And. So. There’s a cello part written into the score
and that got me thinking (at 1am when I couldn’t fall asleep ofc) why?? Obviously the actual score for faroe’s song was written by harlan but canonically it was written by Arthur. So why did Arthur choose to include a cello part?
we know that only arthur and faroe know about the song so I don’t think someone arthur knows plays cello. Maybe it was written in honor of someone who died?? Like maybe Bella or Arthur’s parents played cello and he wrote a cello part into the song in their memory. Or maybe he plays cello and intended to one day play the song as a duet with faroe??
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Irritatingly, I only have Zelda ambience in my stash
But here's the one I've been using most recently :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spwTFg9nW88
I am glad to throw Youtube links in people's faces
“Ah, this is so nice!”
Abel hummed in agreement as he held Link tenderly. Tilieth continued to chirp different phrases of happiness as she swam about the hot spring. Link slept, as per usual, but the color of his skin was far less pale. Abel remembered being told time and again to always soak in hot springs when available as they had healing properties. He hoped it might help his boy, however minimal.
“Oh honey,” Tilieth sighed with a smile. “I didn’t think we’d ever find a place that is actually this—oh!”
Abel glanced up to see his wife staring up at Death Mountain. When he followed her gaze, he saw what must have caught her attention.
It wasn’t easy to see from here, but the mountain had a dark figure hugging its side, coloring similar to stone, still as a statue.
“Is that…?” She whispered.
A Divine Beast? “It was.” Now it was nothing more than a memorial to their failures, a tomb for its Champion. Abel held Link all the more.
Tilieth bowed her head, as if in mourning or respect, and then she sank into the water some more. Abel slid over to her, letting her lean against him and play with Link’s hair.
“We won’t get close enough anyway,” he reassured her. “It’s too dangerous for Hylians.”
“But Link came here before—before everything, right?”
“Sometimes,” Abel reluctantly admitted. He’d never enjoyed the thought of his son near an active volcano, but he hadn’t exactly had much say in it. The Gorons were friendly, but that didn’t make their home safe.
“I wonder what it’s like,” Tilieth thought aloud.
Abel rolled his eyes. “We’re not exploring.”
“But what if their are shrines—”
Goddess, this is why the children always gave me heart attacks. “Til, it’s a damn volcano, we are not getting near it!”
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