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August 19, 2023 (3 of 3)

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· Chapter 48 of A Court of Mist and Fury ·

The one bed trope.

The one bed trope.

[bordun]

Burned cafe in Ukraine

by Roman Bordun

[rebee-sweetie]

A/N: I’ve had this smut idea on my mind for a while and I’ve come to share! So, here’s my take on a reader with a bird-like quirk. As always MDNI! 18+

Bakugo x Bird Quirk Reader

Word count: 3.5k

You’re a Pro-Hero in your mid-20s who is good friends with Bakugo, Kiri, and Deku. Part of your quirk was inherited by your parent, the appearance of a mourning dove. Beautiful light grey wings with an underlay of white feathers. Soft eyes like a dove with a voice to match. You’ve acquired the nickname ‘Angel’ from your innocent-looking appearance, making the endearing nickname your hero name.

The season was springtime in Japan, with light rainfall continuance. The forecast predicts the same weather day by day, rainy and gloomy. The rain would’ve been nice, the gentle patters against the glass of your condo. The dark, heavy rain clouds make for perfect napping weather. Not for you though, oh no, your quirk made spring miserable for you. Mating season was just around the corner and it was apparent. 

So, there you lay in your bed, fluffing the pillows, bunching up the blankets, and nesting your bed for the upcoming season. Drenching shirts with sweat from the heat within your body, it felt like a hazy fever you couldn’t seem to shake. Constant flush to your cheeks and a lustful glimmer to your dilated pupils. Each spring the need to find a mate becomes stronger and stronger. It screamed at you ‘Give in, Give in.’ Avian instincts were becoming more and more feral. Desire clawing from the inside out. So, you stayed inside your condo, doing your best not to succumb to your instincts and jump the bones of the first man you saw. Patrols had become far too difficult, being around the opposite sex making you lust drunk. The last patrol you had gone on was last week.

The cold rain pelting against your burning skin. Walking alongside Dynamite and Deku, patrolling the streets in the late evening. Streetlights illuminate the black asphalt and the cool mist in the air. At first, it wasn’t terrible to bear, finding things on the patrol to keep busy with. Scanning your surroundings with sharp precision. But as the evening progressed, the streets were quiet. The only sounds are the gentle splashes of rain and the howling wind tunnels in the alleyways. The quiet sounds would be broken up every once in a while, by a passing car ripping through the puddles in the street. As the mist grew thicker and the rain got heavier, so did the need for passion.

You’d find your eyes drifting shamelessly to the bulking muscles of the two men on either side of you, becoming consumed by the idea of being bred and held by thick, muscular arms. All three of you drenched head to toe in the cold, bitter rain. But all you felt was hot, your body being consumed by an unquenched fire. Thighs uncomfortably rubbing each other to find some friction to ease the need. Your brain felt like mush, hot puffs of air gently rolling from your lips. Your eyes scanned the burly blonde walking in front of you now. Bakugo had grown quite large in his adult years, his bigger figure towering over your smaller one. The same could be said for Deku, both men having filled out with muscle and scars. Swallowing thickly as your eyes moved to his solid thighs, powerful enough to crush your body in two. His ass was toned and taught, a devilish thought of squeezing it came to mind. The rain droplets trailing down his exposed shoulder blades bringing images of nails digging into the flesh. Blood rushed to your face as you imagined what he could do to you. The small voice in the back of your head no longer being so quiet, the voice becoming like nails on a chalkboard. ‘Ride him. Ride him!’ The thought of grinding your pulsing cunt into the ripped muscles of Bakugo’s thigh eating you alive. That is until two thick digits were snapping in your face. Bringing you out of your dazed fantasy to the cold, harsh reality of the situation. Both Bakugo and Deku stopped in their tracks looking straight at you. Worry plastered on Deku’s face and annoyance flashed across Dynamite’s.

“The fucks’ goin' on with you?” Dynamite’s cold tone was more bitter than the wind. You could feel your entire body quivering as you stood there, a haze still clouding your mind.

“You don’t look so good, Angel. Maybe all the rain is starting to get to you… it might be a good idea for you to head on home before you catch a cold.” As Deku spoke up you finally were able to get a grasp on your consciousness.

You shook your head quickly, a pink tint spread across your cheeks and nose. “No… I’m fine. Let’s continue, we only have a few hours left until the next patrol group comes in.”

Bakugo’s nose scrunched up to meet his furrowed brow. His eyes practically glowed a deep crimson red in the gloomy night. His heavy boots thumped hard against the pavement as he approached you.

“Okay you idiot, you’re holding back! Spit it out.”

You locked eyes with the spiky-haired man, as he stepped closer to you. His body shielded you from the rain as he loomed over your smaller figure. You had to crane your neck to keep eye contact. His eyes vibrant with a deep color. The heat radiating off his chest finding its way to your face.

“You’re off your damn game Angel.” He grabbed your cheeks pulling your face closer to his, eyes trained on your own, searching for an answer. His large gloved appendage was rough on the soft skin.

“Me? I hate the rain, it makes me fuckin’ miserable. But you? tch, you love the rain. All fuckin’ smiley n’ shit. I usually hate it, but now you acting all damn weird is pissin' me off.”

His voice, was deep and rough, as he squinted down to you. His brow cocked upward, awaiting an answer. But all you could get out were scammers, as his expensive cologne mixed with the smell of wet asphalt and filled your nose. Your eyes were pleading with his, practically begging him to drop the conversation altogether. But all he did in response was scoff, turning on his heel with his arms behind his head.

“Whatever, you damn bird, figure your fuckin’ shit out.” You silently counted your lucky stars and tried to behave the rest of the patrol. 

After that, you canceled the rest of your patrols for the next week. Faking up a cough and blaming it on the freezing, wet weather. Leading into the predicament of the present time, pretending to be sick as your desires become harder and harder to contain. Since then Bakugo has tried to reach out and get a hold of you but you let all the texts go unread and the phone calls straight to voicemail. You already knew that Katsuki wasn’t buying your sad bullshit story. He knew something was up, he was too sharp not to. You on the other hand didn’t want to mess up what was good. The friendship you had managed to build with him from your high school days felt so fragile. One wrong move would make the entire relationship crumble, at least that's how it felt. No matter how much you wanted him, you couldn’t allow everything to fall into shambles, he simply meant too much. You didn’t have a chance anyway, he’d bring random women home from bars and clubs. Each one a one-night stand and then nothing, he’d leave them high and dry. That type of pain would be unbearable, not to mention how torturous that would be during a mating season. One time simply wouldn’t be enough. You wanted him to be yours alone, whether it was your quirk talking or your deep dark feelings, you couldn’t tell anymore.

All you knew was that you needed release. Grinding your hips into the pillow, bucking your clit down to get friction. It wasn’t enough. Letting out a frustrated and uncomfortable whine, flopping face down onto the cushy mattress. Something needed to give, and it needed to give now. Shoving a hand under the waistband of the soft underwear as the fabric stuck to your wet cunt. Using the other hand pushing the fabric to the side and slip two fingers inside your plush walls. Whimpering as you began to work your hands into your sex. The rain began to downpour and the sounds pelting the window drowned out your grunts and groans. Then there were three booming knocks. Body locking up at the sound of your front door being berated. Your name echoed through the condo by a familiar voice.

“You think you can fuckin' ignore me? Don’t. take. me. lightly. Open this fuckin’ door damn it!” the last two words being emphasized by three more loud thuds.

Your eyes darted to where the noise had echoed from, your body moving on its own accord. Feet gently pattering against fluffy carpet. Slowly reaching toward the handle of the front door, panting in your lustful haze.

 ‘Just a taste… only a small taste… He’ll do quite nicely…’ the voice echoing through your ears. 

You were too far gone at this point, nothing holding back the sexual desire racing through your veins. Twisting the handle to let the hall light pour into the void that was your entryway, blinking frantically to adjust to the brightness. Then make out the man standing before you. His face was dark and fuming. Ruby eyes sparkling with the most intense color you’ve ever seen. You’d have been intimidated any other time, had you been in control. But you weren’t, eyes half-lidded with a thick hazy lust. Something he’d never seen from you. Now it was his turn to admire the view. Your hair was frantic and stuck to your forehead as sweat trickled down the sides of your face. An old oversized t-shirt and a light blue thong squeezing the skin on your hips. Plush, soft thighs exposed with your slick arousal dripping down the inner fat. Your cheeks flushed pink, panting like a feline in heat.

“Holy shit-“

You took the opportunity to roughly grab his wrist while he was taken aback. Yanking him inside into shrouded darkness as you slammed the door shut behind him. Your lips immediately crashed into his, handing flying up into his hair, scratching at his neck and scalp. The kiss became heated and more intense. When Katsuki finally came to his senses he had you pinned to the wall. Nothing needs to be said, Katsuki catching on very quickly to the situation at hand. Squeezing his rough hands into the thick skin on your ass. Groaning into your mouth as his hands sunk into the flesh. In one quick motion, the slap that landed on your ass echoed in the room, getting a gentle gasp from you and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue deep into your mouth. Fighting for dominance and domain from your own. In a matter of moments, his shoes were off, belt unbuckled, and tank top thrown into the abyss of the room, all while carrying you to your bed. Not once breaking contact. Once in the room, he threw you onto the makeshift nest you had made of your bed. A devilishly cocky smile plastered on his face.

“You know Angel, I always wondered if you had a mating season.” His eyes flickered with something you’d never seen before ruby eyes becoming more of a wine color, “Seems like you do. You’re in an awful bad way, Sweetheart.” His words lingered as his eyes shot down to look at the pooling mess between your legs.

The low husky rasp of his voice was sinful. His deep, rumbling chuckle even more so. Your pitiful state was bringing out a beast. Slowly he crawled on the bed, moving on top of your quivering body. Removing the t-shirt to reveal the ample bosom underneath. Then slide down the curves of your sides to the cotton fabric hugging your hips. His thick thumb grazed over the drenched cloth formed to your sensitive lips. Your hips jolting from the new sensation. Quickly he discarded them and slowly dragged his index through the puffy folds covered in your slick. A quiet whine fell from your lips as your legs trembled. He rubbed gently with his thumb on the bundle of nerves while sliding in two of his thick digits painfully slow. You writhed under his touch, desperate to be filled up by something, anything. A moan parting from you as you felt full. Throbbing around his fingers from absolute need. He slowly began to move and curl his thick digits from inside you, rubbing a little harder on the very swollen nub. Gasping and moaning from the pleasure consuming you. His grin only growing wickedly bigger as he used his free hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. Making your body jolt and stare at him with wide eyes from the unexpected feeling.

“Fuck- you look so pretty like this… I want to hear you beg for me, Angel. I want to see just what this sexy body of yours can do.” 

His lips moved to your other nipple, sucking on it, gently pulling on it with his teeth. His long, skilled fingers curled inside you finding that sweet spot in your velvet walls. Bucking your hips into his fingers as his pace increased but only a little. A tight knot starting to become apparent in your core.

“F-fuck… Katsuki! I- I need more! Please, faster!” 

Katsuki’s lips tugged into a smile against your flesh as he picked up the pace. Humming in satisfaction at the words. He moved his lips to your ear as his soft lips brushed at the lobe. The hot air makes the hairs on your neck stand on end.

“Tell me Angel…. Just how bad do you want me?”

Your head was swimming, so close to your impending release, heartbeat banging against your eardrums.

“Ah- Kat- Suki! I’ll die without you! P-please! Let me cum!” The words came out strained and needy. Grabbing at the tense biceps, nails digging into his flesh. 

Within an instant, the heat building in your core snapped. Eyes rolling back as an intense orgasm rolled through you. Your gummy walls clamped down around Katsuki’s fingers hard. Pulling a wolf whistle from the man looming over you.

“Fuck sweetheart, this pussy is so damn tight. I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock.” 

But the words were drowned out by the white noise ringing in your ears, just barely coming down from the high he had sent you on. Katsuki’s cock thumping like it had its own heartbeat. Quickly undoing his pants with one hand while sucking on your sweet juices with the other. His eyes locked with yours, and his mouth made a hollow ‘pop’ sound as his fingers left the suction. As he freed himself, kicking off the pants to be lost under the bed, his veiny cock was twitching, pre was beading up on his angry head. In one quick motion, his arm was lodged under the small of your back, flipping you to be stomach. Your plump butt up in the air. His calloused hands grabbed roughly into the fat on your hips. Grinding his aching cock between your ass cheeks. You whimpered as he teased your entrance with just the tip.

“Tell me again Angel, just how bad do you want me?”

“I need you- I breathe you Katsuki- no one compares to you, please, I'm gonna die if I can't have you right now.”

That’s all it took, as you uttered the last word, he shoved his length deep inside the walls that sucked him in. A loud moan escaping you echoed throughout the room. Panting like a bitch trying to keep cool all while biting the pillow in your grasp. He couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming his hips into yours shoving your body forward with each strong thrust. He needed you just as badly as you needed him in this moment. Your hands grab at the sheets, nails ripping a hole in the soft cotton. Each thrust forces moans out, eyes unable to focus from the sheer pleasure surging through your body. You were on fire, feeling full from his length. His pelvic bone began to bruise the soft, delicate skin, from the rigorous motion. His veins rub against the spongy muscle group deep inside you. Shifting his hips to go deeper, pushing down on your back to arch you farther. The tip of his head kissing the sweet spot by your cervix, slamming into it with such force. You were seeing stars, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. His groans and grunts played like music to your ears. He hunchs over you to grab your earlobe with his sharp canines.

“Ha- your cunt is so fuckin' tight. You feel so good and you take me so well…” his raspy voice made your pussy clench evoking a moan from his beautiful lips. “If I’d have known how good you felt, I would’ve had you pinned to a bed sooner.”

His thrusting became more sporadic as he felt himself get closer to his high and you could feel your climax creeping up on you. A knot forming in your core again, this time even bigger. You were panting, moaning so loudly you would’ve felt embarrassed if you weren’t so high on pleasure. Your knees threatened to give way as they trembled. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit. The sounds of sex were lewd and the smell of sweat and musk filled the room. A screaming moan ripped up from your throat as he slammed his hips into yours at the right angle. The knot in the stomach snapped once again, the orgasm more intense than the last. You could’ve sworn you saw God as your vision went white. He snaked an arm around you as your body convulsed, holding you up so you didn’t collapse onto the bed.

“That’s right baby, I’ve got you, ha- cum for me.”

Clamping down around Katsuki, milking an orgasm out of him. Hot, thin ropes of cum being fucked deep inside you. His grunting and cursing were intense as he rode out his high. Filling you to the brim with his length and seed, dripping white from your abused hole.

“Holy- holy fucking shit-“ He panted out, trying to catch his breath. “You fucking milked my damn cock. Shit.”

After a few more breathless moments, he pulled out, grabbing you falling onto the bed, and pulling you on top of his broad chest. Stroking the sweaty strands of your hair as your body shivered every so often with the weakened waves of your orgasm. You nuzzled your nose and face into his neck, finally becoming more conscious of the situation, face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh- oh my- I’m so- I’m so embarrassed…” The words came out meek and small, the way you felt in his powerful arms. “I didn’t mean to get you involved… I’m so sorry…” 

You were overwhelmed. The feeling of relief from your needs being satisfied to the feeling of shame from using one of your dearest friends in such an intimate manner.

“Haaah? You honestly think I would’ve done this if I didn’t want to? When have I ever half-assed somethin’?” He pulled you to eye level, squinting with a frown tugging on his lips. “Believe it or not Angel, I like you and I like you a lot. Don’t think I didn’t see how you were drooling over me during our last patrol.”

You squeaked at the comment, not able to keep your glaze locked as you covered your face with your hands. But he easily peeled them away.

“Is this how you are every spring? Is this where you go? You disappear for a while because you need fuckin' bred?”

Your ears burned from the lack of tact in the comment,

“Not bred! Not bred… birds don’t breed like animals… we look for mates, I don’t need a kid, I need dick. There’s a difference…”

His chuckle came out airy as his eyes softened just slightly,

“A mate eh?” A hum rumbled his Adam’s apple, as he thought for a moment,

“I could be your mate if it means I get to experience that sweet pussy some more.” Moving his large hand to stoke your cheek. A cheeky smile finally broke out on his face. “How about it Sweetheart? I’ll make it worth your while. Dick you down real good.”

You found yourself nuzzling back in this neck, feeling bashful. Running your nails along his hot and sweaty skin. Your voice a gentle whisper against his earlobe.

“I want you Katsuki, more than anything, but I don’t want you to leave me when my mating season is over. I don’t want to get hurt… So if you want this too, take me on a date.”

His stroking stopped and he tensed for a moment, processing the words. Your breath hitched awaiting his response. A pit sank to your stomach as the silence brought you unease.

“All you had to do was ask, idiot. Except this isn’t exactly how I imagined this. I was supposed to be the one asking you out.”

Pulling you closer, gently ruffling your soft feathers. A soft sigh expelled from his lungs. His heartbeat thumps slowly against your skin. Cuddling you close in the makeshift nest you had made, pressing a small kiss on the top of your head. Closing his eyes as the rain started to lighten up on the window. Lighting lit up the room and thunder crackled through the sky as it followed shortly after.

“Wear somethin’ nice Angel, ‘m takin' you out tomorrow evening.”

[somehow-a-human]

Whose POV is it anyway?

An Introduction

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Cracking down on the storytelling of Good Omens season 2 through the lens of a changing narrator.

If you haven't read this interview with Good Omens cinematographer Gavin Finney, and you're interested in the fantastic dedication and detail that went into this TV show, definitely give it a read. Not only is it lovely, but Neil also posted the article with a caption mentioning that it's got so many secrets in it. Obviously that made me take a closer look.

I have already gone into a fair bit of detail about the different Lens Filters that Finney mentions in the article in a separate post and I will be referring to them quite a bit so if you aren't familiar with them I would suggest reading that first!

This first post is going to cover the basics of changing narrator/POV's and I'll be writing additional posts for separate episodes/minisodes/scenes since there's obviously way too much to cover in a single go. So shall we take our first look?

It's no secret that something's a *bit weird* with season two, and there are SO many theories about it. I love to read speculation, metas, theories, and opinions, it's definitely fun but my personal ideas align more with the idea that we're simply being shown the events of season 2 through the memories of multiple narrators, different POV's, and it slightly skews the story, sometimes within one continuous scene.

I am also a sucker for a good multiple timeline theory but that isn't this post.

Lens Filters

As I stated above, I wrote a post about each of these individual filters earlier. What I didn't go into in that post was speculation about the filters. While I think they're pretty straightforward, especially the filter for hell (Black Pro-Mist ((BPM)), I think the other two have a bit more room for speculation.

Bronze Glimmer Glass

BGG was described by Finney as being used for 'bookshop scenes', but after S2 back numerous times and paying as much attention as I could to the lighting and colouring of the scenes, I think this is generally true but not always true. There are times when bookshop scenes seem to use a different filter, and other locations also seem to be shot with the BGG filter as well. I think BGG aligns with Aziraphale's POV. Or if Not Aziraphale, an outside-of-Crowley narrator? Based on the scenes (which we'll specifically get into in other posts) which BGG seems to be used, context clues, character behavior, etc, I think BGG clues us in that we're seeing, if you will, through Aziraphale's eyes.

Black Diffusion FX

BDFX was described as being used for 'Crowley's present day storyline' and fuck me, that's not ominous or weirdly phrased at all Mr. Finney! This filter definitely aligns with Crowley. Most of the time he's separate from Aziraphale it seems that this is the filter being used, and certain scenes switch filters mid-scene when he begins to go off on snarky Crowley-centric commentary.

Catch-22 & Herzog

The books on Gabriels bookshelf, great books obviously, but I think books that are also meant to give us context about the story. Pride and Prejudice is a love story about making snap judgements on someone's character, and coming to recognize somebody might be good despite their title or appearance. The Crow Road is a story about life, death, love, morality, mystery, and God. 1984 details the tragedy of Julia and Winston's attempt at falling in love while living under in a police state. You see my point?

That's why I wanted to touch a bit more on Catch-22 and Herzog specifically when talking about the possibility of changing narrators/POV's in Good Omens 2.

Catch-22 frequently switches narrator and the events described are often not necessarily sequential. This way you're getting information about previous scenes as the story continues, so while you're reading the book you're forming a more complete image of the events as the story continues from different characters POV's and iterations of the story. Sound relevant?

Herzog is the other book I wanted to talk about. To be fair I haven't read Herzog in full like I have Catch-22 but I pulled out my copy to reference and flip through a bit to remind myself. Herzog unlike Catch-22 doesn't switch narrators but the narration by the main character, Herzog himself, switches between first and third person throughout. When he is narrating through his letters, you get a deeper look at his thought processes and emotions. It also relies on flashbacks to bring context to the life of Herzog.

While these books touch on other elements that are relevant to the Good Omens story, namely Yossarian's relationship and views of God in Catch-22, the way these stories are told intrigued me for this context.

Crowley's Hair

Yeah I'm gonna mention the hair, because I think the hair is linked. Crowley's shorter sideburns, trimmed mutton chops in the 1827 flashback, and shorter Job wig seem to be clearly aligned with the BDFX filter/Crowley's POV as far as I can tell. I don't know if this means it's just another way to denote POV, but it seems way too consistent not to mention it. The longer sideburns, fuller mutton chops, and longer Job wig all match up with Aziraphale's POV or the BGG filter. My thoughts here are that his hair is another hint of who may be relaying the information to us, AKA is it internal or external. I am making my best guesses though and there are still some situations that I feel less sure about. For example, when Aziraphale takes the Bentley to Edinburgh and Crowley is in the Bookshop with Jim his sideburns are long, is it because he's remembering these scenes unreliably? Is Aziraphale imagining the events? Is it because Jim is present? A brief fluttering thought I toy with from time to time is the fact that in the before-the-beginning scene they are long, and what that means in context of the rest of the season.

S2 Promo Posters

Finally this set of season 2 promo posters showing the characters thoughtfully considering scenes in their heads just gives me a lot of these POV vibes.

I'm planning on doing individual posts for specific scenes, episodes, and minisodes that require detailed breakdowns. I'll update this list with links as the posts are finished!

POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"

POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle

POV a Companion to Owls

POV The Dirty Donkey & I think I Found a *Clue*!

POV Bodysnatchers & Cosplaying a bookseller

POV 1941

POV The Ball

POV The End?

Whose POV is it Anyway - a Conclusion

[thelarksang]

Clues on Neil Gaiman's Tumblr

Three identical posts of a script preview with one changed word

Crowley's Present-Day Filter

No nightingale

I'm still combing through Neil's Tumblr and I'll add to this if I find any more.

Case 1: Neil posting this message about the script three times; twice with the word "Dailies" and the most recent one with "Sides". Neil claims it was a Tumblr error but it's too fishy to not be intentional.

Case 2: Anytime the screen is slightly darker, it's considered "Crowley's present-day storyline".

For example, Tiffen Bronze Glimmerglass were paired with bookshop scenes; Black Pro-Mist was used for Hell; and Black Diffusion FX for Crowley’s present-day storyline.

Neil mentions there are a lot of secrets in that article and this stood out the most. I'm going to rewatch the series and see which scenes are dark.

The Gabriel memory scene seems to also be a clue which I'll expand on at a later time.

Case 3: There was indeed "No nightingale" but there was a lark

There's a huge emphasis on Crowley saying "It's too late" throughout the series (plus Anges Nutter and her time of execution) and the "No nightingale" line comes from Romeo's speech to Juliet. which is another metaphor for lateness.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,  No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks  Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:  Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day  Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.  I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Which seems to mean: 

"No nightingale; the lark was there instead. It is morning and it is too late. I must leave." 

If the lark was there instead of a nightingale, does this point to a wrong timeline? Or maybe that their story doesn't end here and they must continue on?

The lark can be heard when Crowley leaves the bookshop.

Scene:

Lark sound:

Morever I feel like "Night's candles are burnt out" can go hand-in-hand with Job's passage on the matchbox which is "Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out."

Side Thoughts:

Is Crowley the key to all of this? His memories being different from everyone else's, the oddly specific filter for "his present-day" scenes, the fire needed to light the lamps/keep the lamps going, him noticing there is no nightingale singing... (Btw, he is now one step closer to be eligible to ask God questions after fulfilling the ostrich question; not too sure about the peacock part though.)

What if there are actually three timelines if you consider the rule of three in a lot of scenes? Including the three concept art illustrations of the bookshop, the three telephone booths on the promo posters, etc.

[cielcius]

TO STAY | BAKUGOU KATSUKI 

pairings: Bakugou x g/n!reader

summary: If the doctor says you need skin-to-skin contact, then you need skin-to-skin contact.

from the writer: this was supposed to be a cute warm-u-up kinda thing

genre: injury fluff, hurt/comfort (?)

wc: 1k

notes & warnings: reader has cold based quirk, skin-to-skin contact, reader gets injured, not exactly romance but... yeah

“(Hero Name)!” Your eyes draw attention to the voice, and your body starts to move on instinct to the call of your name until you see the smile of an officer. “Thank you for your help. We really couldn’t have done it without you.” You nod in appreciation, still kneeling on the ground littering in the ruins of a building that was, thankfully, empty for the most part.

You blink slowly, exhaustion overcoming you. Your torso folds over your legs to cover your forearms, hidden from the eyes of other pro-heroes that had arrived on the scene to help keep the crowds back and clean up, and yet, there is one that defies them all as the fall of their footsteps ring in your ears, getting closer until you see hints of orange among black. “Hey,” You look up at him. “Why the fuck are you still keeling on the ground like a fucking pill bug?”

You clench your jaw at his—Dynamight’s—words. “It’s nothing. Just a bit cold.” You shouldn’t be, but you know what happens when you are. Your breaths come out heavier than usual, a cloud of mist puffing out with every exhale. It’s supposed to be in the low eighties today, reaching peak temperature around this time. Still, your body violently shudders when a cold wave washes over you.

“Lemme see your hands.” You shake your head, keeping your eyes on the ground. All you had to do was go home, wrap up in a blanket, and you’d be fine, just like always. You close your eyes and faintly hear him repeat his question, a stubbornness in his tone peaking out to bring you in but you shake your head again. There’s something muttered under his breath before he crouches in front of you.

“Hey.” You don’t respond. “Look at me.” His voice is low, rough, and yet, not as abrasive. You open your eyes and look up, raising your eyebrows at the sight. He has one forearm laid over his knees, his other hand raised to show an open palm. You tilt your head in confusion. “Are you going to leave me hanging or are you going to fucking high-five me?”

You purse your lips together, almost feeling the need to laugh until you sigh, lifting one hand to touch your palm to his. Your fingers are numb by now, discoloration blooming at the tips of your fingers. You let out another sigh when you see his eyes widen. “Fuckin’ hell. Can you move?”

You’re not sure you can at this point, swaying when you try to stand up. Dynamight catches your shoulders, pulling you close and grunting quietly when he feels how cold you really are. He needs to get you to the hospital. “Come on.” By the time he’s gotten you to an ambulance, you’ve lost consciousness.

— 

“How are they?” Bakugou walks up to the window, looking into the room specially built for cold-based quirks. You’re no longer in a constant state of shivering, now wrapped in a blanket and the heat produced by the room. “They’ve been in there for about an hour now but they’re still at risk. They’ll need someone to come and stabilize their temperature through skin-to-skin contact.”

Bakugou can see the clench in the doctor’s jaw when they see a shiver come from you, eyes narrowing in thought. “I’ll do it.” The doctor looks at him. “Mister Dynamight, sir, are you sure? Typically, we have another procedure where we call in a family member that is comfortable enough with the patient.” Bakugou walks to the door, looking over at the doctor expectedly to open the door. “It’s faster if I go in now. Let me in.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. I will be alerting their family members so please use this call button for a nurse if there is any assistance needed.”

There’s a click and Bakugou opens the door, closing it behind him immediately and making his way over to you. The room is padded, leaving you to sit on the padded floor bundled in a thick blanket. Another shiver breaks through you, prompting Bakugou to slip off the top of his hero costume before pulling you to him. “W-What are you doing?”

Bakugou manipulates you into his lap, legs straddling his waist before he hugs you to his chest. “You need skin-to-skin. It’s been an hour already and you’re still fucking shivering.” With little choice left, you nod, knowing the possibilities of what could happen if your hands and arms were to sustain the cold temperatures any longer.

You bring your arms to hide yourself as Bakugou slowly opens the blanket, keeping his eyes on you as he brings the edges to wrap around his body. Your eyes slightly widen when you feel his skin against yours—hot, burning. You almost let out a small gasp when you feel his arms wrap around to your back to pull you closer.

He can feel your bandages scrape against his skin, almost like snow on bare skin that he can’t help but tense, yet the heat of the room forces dewdrops of sweat to form on his skin in contrast. He stares blankly at the wall for a minute, waiting to relax himself as he adjusts to your temperature.

You wait as well, sitting almost straight up against Bakugou with your arms between your bodies, your hands curving around your waist. Another shiver, and Bakugou feels the crease in his eyebrows twitch and deepen.

He brings his eyes to you, where you seem to stare at a spot in the wall over his shoulder, not knowing where else to look in this moment of physical intimacy. He’s not sure where to look either.

“Why are you doing this?” Your question is sudden, and Bakugou holds his breath. “Because you need it.” You turn to meet his eyes. “Did it have to be you?” Jeez, talk about ungrateful.

“If you didn’t want me then just say so, but just know that I’m also the only one who stayed.” For whatever reason, you feel a lump in the next heartbeat after hearing that, and your gaze falls from his. “’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like that.” Your body shakes, but not from the cold this time.

Still, Bakugou pulls you closer, and you relax against him this time. The unconscious need to keep your body still and arms in place leaves, just as Bakugou pushes you by the back of your head to lay on his shoulder. 

It’s quiet for a moment. “Thank you, for staying.”

[lilypadlys]

The ghouls and what circus acts they would perform

Aerial Silks, Tightrope, Trapeze, Lyra: Cirrus, Cumulus, Aurora, and Zephyr. You know our air ghoulies thrive in the air. Daredevils the lot of them. Cirrus especially loves the sudden drops with silks that have the audience gasping. Cumulus practically dances on her tightrope. Aurora and Zephyr are pros with trapeze and lyra and will honestly just chill on their respective perches between acts. They all have costumes in various shades of blue.

Slack Rope/Trampoline: I feel like Swiss would have a blast quite literally bouncing around the stage. Loves doing backflips and spins in the air. Also a daredevil. Flashy purple and orange costume to show his elements (quintessence and fire)

Contortionists: Water ghouls are lithe and flexible so Rain and Mist would make great contortionists. Bending into pretzels till you can't tell where Rain ends and Mist begins. Identical iridescent fish scale patterned unitards.

Fire Jugglers: Our resident pyromaniacs Dewdrop, Sunshine, and Ifrit have a little too much fun seeing how many batons they can juggle without setting themselves, each other, or the stage on fire. Rain and Mist on standby with fire extinguishers. They're not in any real danger being fire ghouls/fire hybrids and all, but the audience doesn't have to know that. Black pants. The guys are shirtless and a cage bra for Sunny.

Strongman: This one's gotta go to our strong boi Mountain. His act includes deadlifting a beam that both Dew and Aurora are balanced on. Brown pants and sleeveless forest green vest (got to show off those muscles).

See-Saw: The quintessence bois. Aether, Phantom, Omega, and Swiss (since he's part quintessence). This act requires a lot of coordination because they have to time their jumps and swap out regularly so I feel like the shared element of quintessence would help them psychically communicate with each other and maintain a precise rhythm. Purple and black costumes.

Ringleader: Copia of course, complete with a fancy top hat. Make no mistake though. Just because he’s the ring leader doesn’t mean he has any control over his ghouls. It’s still like herding cats.

Note: I wrote this a while back before I better understood what ghouls were in what eras so don't mind me shoving three different eras together :)

[violetsiren90]

WIP Thursday Wednesday

Pairing: masochist!Bang Chan x dominatrix!f!Reader (idol au ft. Stray Kids)

Genre: oneshot; professionals to ???; smut/angst; found family

Summary: When your favorite client comes to you with an unusual request, you're unprepared for the world, and the heart, you're drawn into.

Content warnings (for snippet only): 18+ (Minors, DNI); pro dom/client dynamics; aftercare post dom-session, including touching/physical soothing; emotional shift and confusion

Word Count: TBD

Author's Note: This is coming along, guys! It's turning out longer than I anticipated, and I couldn't help but share a little snippet. I'm falling hard for this Chan. 💕

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved snd worthy of love. 🧜‍♀️💜

*Read the introductory snippet here.*

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Regarding him softly, you bring your left hand to smooth his hair back from his eyes.

"I never noticed, but you do try to bear everything on your own shoulders. You never resist with me," you remark with a little smile.

Chris hums.

“Maybe it’s easier for me to ask you for help because I know it’s an equal exchange, y’know? I pay you and all that.”

…Oh.

It’s as if he’s just handed you a stone and you’ve swallowed it. You nod, slowly, as it sinks down your throat and into your belly. Of course he’s right, that’s exactly what makes it different - what makes it work. So why was it sitting in the pit of your stomach like a sickly little anchor?

Drawing your fingers through his damp curls, you gaze down at him. His fair lashes lay like little whisps against his skin, his full lips just parted as he draws deep, even breaths that expand and contract his chest under your palm. What had you wanted him to say? That you you’re different, somehow, than others? That he trusts you so completely?

Massaging your fingers against his scalp causes his chest to rumble with a groan. The liquid warmth that would usually fill the expanse of your ribcage cools and sinks around the little stone into a chilly mist. You shiver, your hands suddenly clammy.

All at once you want this to be over.

Tilting your head back against the bedframe you shut your eyes, breathing deeply and slowly and shifting your mind to focus on touching him with gentle, deliberate hands.

Get a grip, you think in stern command. This isn’t about you.

You hear him sigh and you open your eyes, leaning forward to look at him. His brown, almond eyes are tracing your face with much the same pace as the fingers you move through his hair. The corner of your lips tugs up into a soft half-smile that he returns. Your eyes move to the hands he’s laid over the one you rest on his sternum and suddenly your gaze can’t meet the one he’s still training up at you.

“You should rest. You have a big day tomorrow,” you hum with a gentle pat to his head.

“I am resting,” he croons. It’s nearly a whine and it makes your smile deepen.

His deep sensitivity to the energy of others, however, has him moving to sit up, and immediately you feel the loss of his weight and his warmth. He lingers near as you sit on the edge of the bed, a few feet of practiced formality between where he stands and where you bend to slip black joggers up your legs. The corner of your eye catches the briefest twitch of his fingers, the slightest lean of his stance over the foot pressed into the carpet that’s nearest your own. You stand too quickly and your head spins.

Your eyes dart up to his as he steps toward you, and in the millisecond it takes you to realize he's handing you your shirt, your heart rate has doubled.

"Good night," you say with a tight smile, slipping the garment over your head.

As you turn, you feel a touch at your elbow.

"Hey..." Chris' head is tilted forward and just to the side as he regards you through the tops of earnest eyes.

They linger, his hand, his gaze.

Don't perceive me, your mind whispers, I no longer know what you will see...

His hand and his eyes finally relent.

"Good night."

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 30

chapter 49:

1. jegulus jumpscare (it’s a dream i wasn’t expecting)

2. shit. the dream is about their wedding plans. i- i can’t do this shit while reg is in the arena

3. shit it’s raining and i know reg can’t handle it because of the last crimson river/arena

4. god, sirius wakes up to the rain and his first thought it to go save regulus

5. “"Lily, have you been using sex for favors?"

"No." Lily pauses, then snorts. "Well, alright, so this is how it works, yeah? I'm already having sex, and then I'm like, say, look at you all laid out and desperate to give me what I want; don't you want to do this very small, very simple thing for me? And then they mostly always say yes, and they get what they want, all while I'm having a grand time and also getting what I want. See? Win-win.””

😭😭😭 i love her your honor

6. “”I cannot believe that this revolution is partially running on your competency in sex."

"Oh, if only it could fully run on that. Everything would go so smoothly. Shit, we'd win the war in, like, a week.""

😭😭😭💍♥️ marry me please

7. “”I keep telling [Effie] I know exactly how to make her feel better, but she insists she's a married woman, and also far too old for me. Disappointing, really.”” 😭😭😭

8. james confronting lucius has me scared for remus. like, i know they can’t trace it back to remus, but i’m so scared

9. james is pissed at the world and it’s honestly scary

10. i know james is trying to use donations, but i’m also aware that riddle wants to make sure no donations make it to reg, sirius, or marlene

11. “"Aw, your boyfriend sent you a present," Rabastan teases, his tone lighthearted and good-natured.

"Fiancé," Regulus corrects sharply”

GAGGED. he took james’ words and fucking ran with it like nobody’s business

12. not narcissa welcoming james to the family 😭😭😭😭

13. james sent him a bagel and all the death eaters are making fun of him for being gay over it 😭😭

14. all james sent on the card was “???” 😭😭 pls that’s so funny

15. poor eli

16. the sad bonding over marlene and sirius having recovered from drinking problems

17. don’t tell me that the fucking crimson river hands are coming out the hedges. i- god i hope reg gets to personally witness riddle’s downfall

18. AND THE FUCKING GREEN MIST??? FUCK THIS

19. “You never truly do feel as alive as when death is breathing down your neck.”

oh he’s insane as hell. a black for sure

20. shit. sirius’ mind just went blank in the maze

21. the hallow is cruel beyond belief for this

22. “He has had dreams of Regulus, ah, using his dagger during…intimate moments, but is that something he'd actually do? Well… Okay, bad example.” 😭😭😭😭

23. james was so close to an epiphany about mcgonnagal making everyone hate the games. he was so close

24. “Thorfinn said he'd have to be killed to be stopped from going after Sirius, even though Regulus explicitly told him what he'd do about that, and so Regulus killed him. Newton's third law: for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

bitch do not pull physics into this 😭😭

also that means that sir isaac newton existed in this universe, which if we see this as a future for our universe, it means that homophobia was prevalent at one point and the world straight up just eradicated it. 🤷🏽‍♀️ pro for this universe ig

25. “When he lifts his head, the first thing Regulus sees is his brother.

The second thing he sees is Sirius' fist, just the flash of it, just seconds before it collides with the side of his face.”

he had it coming fr

[evergreencarpark]

August 15, 2023 (2 of 2)

Encroaching.

[neiptune]

does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes?

c/w: explicit sexual content, degradation if you squint, best friend's girlfriend trope, not sure what the hell possessed me, reo isn't really great at handling the relationship between you and nagi :)

Truth is, Reo has never taken any special interest in you. Or so he thought, anyway.

You’ve always been a good friend, one of the old ones from middle school first and high school later, your family nothing more than acquaintances for his parents. But he genuinely liked spending time with you, always so wild and fun and certainly shameless enough to make him pay for your tickets or gas every time you decided to go on random roadtrips and general weekend getaways. It was like you were his better half in a way, the one person he could truly be himself with just because you were so similar to each other. The only exception to his otherwise dull friendships.

He’s the only one you’d wake up in the middle of the night to not so timidly ask if he could pick you up to go for a ride, you’re the only one he’d actually get out of bed for and drive all the way to Roppongi, the choice of either staying in his black Bugatti to share burger and fries in an empty parking lot or wandering around the lively neighborhood until dawn always belonging to you.

That is, until he met Nagi and his entire being started gravitating towards a whole new world, one that didn’t have much space left for you to squeeze in. Or so you thought. Because despite his new dream, exclusive friendship, a whole elite training program that had eventually opened the doors of a successful career as a pro player, Reo has never really allowed you to recede to the back of his mind. His calls grew more sporadic and he often left you on read but you still kept in touch and he never failed to let you know when he was in town. Sometimes he’d even go as far as texting you out of the absolute blue, something dry as well as demanding like playing on national tv tonight, make sure you watch.

The particular balance of your friendship further shifted when you met Seishiro, an unexpected additional presence in what was meant to be a chill afternoon at your favorite cafe to catch up and spend some time together. Reo was happy to finally be able to introduce you guys to each other, he truly was. Until you hit it off so quickly it only took him ten minutes to scoff at how you were looking at his best friend.

There was that glint in your eyes, the one you got whenever you liked something enough to sit cross legged and smile that pretty smile of yours until your eyes crinkled. Just as Reo absentmindedly took note of how good that sundress looked on you, just as he wondered if he could find an excuse to give you another hug to breathe in more of the tropical body mist you must’ve sprayed on before leaving the house, right as he suddenly ached to ask if you had watched their latest game, his winning goal, Seishiro decided that your smile was distracting enough to put his phone down, forget about the game he was playing and actually engage in conversation.

Reo didn’t see it coming at all. All of a sudden, you were always around once again but for the wrong reasons. Of course you’d won Nagi over, it was naive of him to expect his friend to resist your charm. And so leave it to him to make all the efforts Reo had been too blind to make throughout the years: he’d buy you expensive dinners, take you out even when he was too worn out from training, he’d insist on taking you with them whenever they had to travel overseas for a game and holy shit, didn’t you always comply? You were mockingly happy, sitting on his lap in front of the whole team, all affectionate smiles and gentle fingers carding through milk white hair. Nagi’s hands were always on you somehow, nose grazing your neck, breathing you in as he pressed his lips right along the line of your jaw again and again, persistent enough for Reo’s train of thought to pathetically derail at your giggles.

He hates when you travel with them. The nights and early mornings are the worst: his room would always be right next to Nagi’s, walls thin enough for him to hear each and every sound you draw from each other. His best friend’s barely suffocated groans and panting, your honeyed whimpers inevitably turning into lewd moans as he picks up his pace, if the headboard slamming against his wall is an indicator. Fuck, he hates it. Even as he gives himself lazy, languid strokes, he hates it. Don't you remember how good he had kissed you all those years before? Drunk and happy and together, your hands in his hair tugging at the strands so wonderfully he didn’t even care if your jeans were probably scratching the hood of his car. He wanted to devour you right then and there. He probably would’ve had and you certainly would’ve let him if his stupid phone hadn’t interrupted your ministrations. If Reo closes his eyes, he can still see your fingers ghosting over his hips, eager to undo his pants. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive you for forgetting.

And what to say about Seishiro? How can he succumb so easily to a distraction so huge? They still have plans. They’re supposed to become the best players in the goddamn world, does he believe he’ll be able to achieve something as important by burying his dick in you every single night? What a fool. What an idiot. He’s never even had a girl before, does he even actually know how to pleasure you?

Fuck.

Reo hisses at your muffled cries, they have him desperate enough for his cock to painfully throb in his hand. He knows he'd have you creaming on his fingers without even putting in the real effort. Hell, he’d press his lips to the shell of your ear right as he rubbed you back and forth, refusing to stop as you dripped and dripped and the obscene sound of his fingers persistently stretching you open would be the only thing your fucked out mind would be able to focus on. He’d stroke your hair and whisper gentle words in contrast with his unforgiving pace: you could so easily be his good girl, his princess, his perfect little slut.

Ah, man. You need him, you both need him. He’s enough to take that stupid relationship of yours to the next step, he’s the missing fucking piece. He knows Nagi, he’s sure he’d be into it as long as he wouldn’t have to do more than he needs to and Reo certainly is good enough of a friend to efficiently take care of both of you. Isn’t he?

[candycandy00]

Corruption kink with shiggy, innocent fem reader pls?

Smut. 18+. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Probably some other stuff. I hope you like this, anon!

Note: Just assume this happens post-War Arc, but that AFO fucked off and was never heard from again.

Oh no. This could NOT be happening. It’s your first day on the job as a sidekick, your very first day, and you stumble upon the world’s most dangerous villain: Shigaraki Tomura. Five minutes ago you were just doing boring patrols around the city. Now you’re looking down an alleyway at a monster in red sneakers. It’s too late to run away, he’s already spotted you peeking your head around the corner of the nearby building, and you’re not dumb enough to think you could take him on alone. Even several pro heroes teaming up couldn’t handle him!

He’s looking at you, red eyes shining in the dim light of dusk. You look back at him, wondering how fast he’ll murder you.

“Come on out, hero,” he says.

You sigh and step around the corner. “Um, actually, I’m a sidekick, not a hero.”

He doesn’t reply to that, just stares at you as if sizing up what sort of threat you could be. Little does he know you pose less of a threat to him than a baby deer would.

You slowly approach him, not wanting to upset him in any way. You’ve heard he could be volatile. You watch him as you walk, looking for any signs that he’s going to attack. Unfortunately, this means you’re not looking at the ground, so you don’t see the discarded beer bottle right in your path. The high heel of your ridiculously impractical boots gets caught on the bottle, and you faceplant spectacularly in the alley, almost landing at Shigaraki’s feet.

For a moment, you’re so embarrassed that you can’t move. Then you gradually get up, being extra careful with the heels. When you look up at Shigaraki, he has a strange expression on his face, as if he wants to laugh but is keeping his composure.

“Sorry, this is my first time wearing this costume. I’ve never worn heels this high,” you say, reaching down to rub your sore ankle.

Shigaraki folds his arms over his chest. “This is your first day as a hero?” he asks skeptically.

Now that you’re up close, you can see his face clearly. You’re surprised by how good looking he is. In fact, he’s totally your type! You find yourself staring at his lips, instinctively wetting your own. “Uh, sidekick, not hero,” you say again, distracted by how toned his arms look in his black shirt.

“So? What are you going to do?”

What does he mean? Does he really think you’re going to try to fight him? When you can barely walk on pavement? “Well, if you’re not actively committing any crimes, I don’t think I have to try to stop you.”

He’s still looking at your suspiciously. “Let’s say I’m not committing any crimes.”

“You’re not? That’s great! I’ll just be going then…” You start to turn around, thankful that you’re still alive, when his voice stops you.

“You’re just going to believe me?”

You look back at him. “Shouldn’t I?”

He shakes his head. “Are you for real? No hero can be this naive.”

“Sidekick,” you say, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He seems to be in deep thought.

“I think I have a quirk that’s perfect for this,” he says.

“Huh?”

Before you can do anything else, Shigaraki raises one hand and a pink mist spreads out from it.

“It’s called ‘Truth Serum’,” he tells you as the mist drifts over you and you have no choice but to breathe it in. You cough and try to expel it from your lungs, but it’s too late. Whatever effect this quirk has, it’s going to work on you.

For a few seconds, you just stand there, waiting to feel something. When nothing seems to happen, you look at him questioningly.

“How did you find me?” he asks.

“I just glanced down this alley as I walked by and spotted you.” You blink, surprised by how fast and automatically you answered.

“Were you looking for me?”

“No. It was a total coincidence.” There it was again, that answer that seemed to come straight from your mind, with no filter.

He seems to be thinking for a moment, and then asks, “How long have you been a hero?”

“I’m not a hero. I’m a sidekick. And this is my first day.”

“So you were telling the truth,” he says, looking slightly more relaxed.

“Yes,” you reply absently, your voice working but your mind distracted as you enjoy watching his face make subtly different expressions. Those eyes…. that hair… You just want to run your hands through it.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I think you’re incredibly sexy.” Wait. What did you just say? Out loud? To Shigaraki Tomura? You clasp your hands over your mouth with a gasp. This “truth serum” quirk is dangerous! Not to mention embarrassing.

Shigaraki’s eyes are wide as he looks at you. Evidently he got a little more than he bargained for when he asked that question. “Really?” he asks, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You have your hands clamped over your mouth, but the second he finished the question, you move them and say, “Yes. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You blush crimson and cover your mouth again. How dare it betray you this way!

Shigaraki is grinning. “So that’s what you think of me?”

“Yes. Also, I’m terrified of you.”

He holds up his hands in front of him, one of them missing several fingers. “Because I could kill you so easily?”

“Yeah, that’s one reason.”

“What’s the other?”

You try not to answer. You fight it really hard, but the words spill out anyway. “You make me think impure thoughts.”

Shigaraki blinks, then suddenly laughs. “Seriously? What kind of impure thoughts?”

Oh no. Please don’t say it. Please just keep your mouth shut. Please just shut- “That I want you to kiss me. That I want to touch your hair. That I want to know what your hands would feel like all over me.”

The laugher dies in his throat. He seems genuinely surprised by your answer. Actually, it looks like his face is slightly pink. An awkward silence falls over the alley, then Shigaraki steps closer to you, within touching distance, and looks down at your face. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you answer, your voice cracking slightly on the word. You do want him to touch you, but admitting it to him? It’s mortifying. It’s also scary. You know what those hands can do. He’s your enemy. And it’s also scary for another reason…

Shigaraki turns you around to face away from him, then places his hands on your shoulders from behind. He’s so close that you can feel his chest brushing against your back. He slowly moves his hands down your arms, then moves them to your waist, then slides them up. You suck in a nervous breath as his hands reach your breasts then grope gently at them through your clothes.

His hands then move down to your hips, one of them sliding over to your inner thigh and moving up toward your groin. It stops just before it reaches your most private spot. Shigaraki leans his face forward, right beside your ear, and asks, “Want me to keep going?”

You slam a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hide the truth. Shigaraki reaches up with the hand that’s missing fingers and pulls your hand away from your face.

“Yes!” you blurt out.As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Shigaraki’s hand glides up between your legs and squeezes. The thin spandex of your ridiculous costume is the only thing separating his skin from yours. You can feel his fingers pressing against the soft mound, and you let out a small moan.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.

“Y-yes,” you say, abandoning your attempts to stop yourself from answering. You realize you’re trembling.

“Are you still afraid of me?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid of other things too…”

His lips grazed your ear as he asked, “What other things?”

“No one has ever touched me there before, so feeling like this scares me.”

Shigaraki looks you in the face, his hand still groping at you. “No one? Really?”

“Yes, no one,” you confirm, blushing again. So you’ve just admitted you’re a virgin.

He grins. “I bet you touch yourself there a lot, huh?”

“Not a lot,” you say, shuddering as he gives a slightly harder squeeze, “Just a couple of times, just a little bit. It felt too intense so I stopped right after I started.”

Shigaraki withdrew his hand and stepped away from you. You almost collapsed right there. Your knees were wobbly, and it felt like your costume was damp between your legs.

“You mean you never finished? So you’ve never…” he trailed off, looking surprised.

You’re completely red at this point. You’ve just explained your entire sexual history to him, what little there was of it. You had a sheltered childhood, and as a teenager you spent most of your time at home reading or playing games. So you ended up being somewhat clueless about sex.

“No, I never finished,” you answer, assuming he’s referring to having an orgasm. You’ve never had one before, but they sound amazing. You’re just too nervous to go that far, even alone. You’re incredibly sensitive, and the couple of times you tried masturbating, you chickened out and stopped when the sensations became too much.

“Maybe I can help you out sometime,” he says with a grin.

A noise behind you at the entrance to the alley draws your attention and you turn around, afraid some poor civilian might get mixed up in this. There’s a drunken man in a suit stumbling around, nearly falling before catching himself on a wall. When you look back to Shigaraki, he’s gone without a trace.

Thankful to have escaped the encounter with your life, but also completely humiliated, you limp out of the alley on your sore ankle and finish your patrols.

Over the next few weeks, you find yourself running into Shigaraki “by coincidence” many times. You’ve heard he has a quirk that lets him search out specific people, and you wonder if he’s using it on you. He always appears when you’re alone, always hits you with that damned “Truth Serum” quirk, and always asks you embarrassing questions. Have you been thinking about him? (Yes) Did you ever try touching yourself again? (No) Have you told any of the heroes about meeting him? (No)

He even made you admit that you’ve been having dreams about him, though thankfully you were interrupted before he could ask you what the dreams were about. If you had to describe such filthy things, you’d absolutely die of shame. Once he asked you what you’ve been thinking about and you said you’ve been wondering what he looks like naked. He paused for a minute then asked if you wanted to see his dick. You said yes, of course, and he pulled it out right there in front of you.

You immediate reaction was to cover your eyes. You’d never seen a naked man in person before this, so it was a bit of a shock. But then you actually looked. For some reason, you always thought you’d be mildly grossed out the first time you were faced with a penis, but you didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, you liked the way it looked. You didn’t touch him, and he left soon after.

Some of the encounters resulted in him groping you again. He always asked if you wanted him to, and you always did, even if you wished you could hide it. Those meetings left you feeling dirty, like a pervert. You’ve never felt like this before, about anyone. And now you can’t stop thinking about Shigaraki, can’t stop imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to you.

Finally, one day, he appears at the door to your apartment. You’re shocked when you open the door, but you invite him in. He follows you into your tiny living room, but he doesn’t sit down, even after you take a seat on the couch. He’s standing there in black pants and a black hoodie, soft white hair framing his face. He raises one hand, and the pink mist comes out. You don’t even struggle against it anymore.

“Are you happy to see me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He grins. “I came to help you finish for once.”

For a moment, you don’t understand what he means. Then it dawns on you, and two feelings simultaneously erupt within you: panic at the thought that things are about to get more embarrassing, and arousal at the very idea of him ‘helping you’, whatever that means.

“Wait,” you say, “I’m not sure I-”

“Do you want to have an orgasm?” he asks you, interrupting.

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. Damn this truth serum quirk!

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes,” you say again, your voice breathless. You’ve never been this scared, or this excited, in your life.

He reaches down and places his hand on your thigh. Within seconds, your shorts and panties crumble away, leaving you exposed. You shriek and try to cover yourself with the end of your tshirt, but Shigaraki stops you. “I want to watch you,” he says, eyes staring into yours.

You let go of your shirt, and Shigaraki gently lifts one of your legs up, so that one foot is on the seat of the couch beside you. This pose leaves you spread open, all of you on display for him. He backs up a few steps and takes in the view. Your face feels hot, and you know you must be absolutely scarlet.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice low.

You hesitate. You were embarrassed and scared to do this by yourself. How could you possibly do it in front of him? But you can already feel it. You’re wet. This is turning you on! You reach down a shaky hand and lightly rub the outer flesh of your pussy. It already feels sticky. You glance up and see his red eyes fixed on you, on your hand making its first timid movements.

“Spread it open,” he says, still standing a couple of feet away. His face looks transfixed as he watches you do as he commanded, using your fingers to open the folds. Cool air hits the sensitive skin, and you shudder in response. You use one finger to circle your clit, almost afraid to touch it directly. But you can see it in his eyes. He’s hungry to see you go for it. So you do. You rub your clit, slowly and gently at first, and then apply a little more pressure.

It feels so good, you think you might cum in seconds. “Slow down,” Shigaraki says, drawing your eyes up to him, making sure you don’t forget he’s there. You follow his instruction, slowing your pace. You moan as a wave of pleasure hits you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you when you groan out, “You!”

You look at his face, and his eyes flash with desire and excitement. “What about me?”

“How much I want you… how much I want…”

He’s watching you so intently, it’s like the two of you are the only things that exist in the whole world. “How much you want what?” he asks.

You’re still under the effects of the truth serum. You can’t avoid answering, even if you wanted to. “How much I want your cock!” you scream, your fingers now stroking your clit furiously.

He comes closer and kneels down in front of you, so close he could kiss your thighs if he wanted to. “Tell me every dirty thought you’re having about me.”

“I want you to kiss me! I want you inside me! I want you to cum in my mouth! I want you to take my virginity! I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk! I want you to wreck me! I want to be your personal slut!” The words spill out, dirty, shameful thoughts you never had until you met him. You’ve always been the innocent, naive one who blushes over a slightly naughty joke. Now you’re masturbating and screaming out your every desire in front of the king of villains. What’s happening to you?

Shigaraki gives you a teeth-baring grin. “Good girl,” he says, and that pushes you over the edge. You feel a rush of unbridled pleasure wash over your entire body. You arch your back, toss your head back, and scream out in ecstasy. You just experienced your first orgasm, and it felt incredible. You pant and tremble as your body relaxes and your head clears. That’s when you realize: Shigaraki just watched you have your first orgasm. The rush of euphoria you felt is replaced by a rush of embarrassment.

You close your legs and pull your shirt down in an effort to cover yourself, lowering your eyes to avoid looking at him. You can’t believe you said all those things, did all those things, in front of him. He must think you’re a total slut.

To your surprise, he sits down on the couch beside you and pulls you closer to him. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m gonna make all your wishes come true tonight. Starting with…” He tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours, then slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s a soft, passionate kiss. “What do you think of me now?” he asks,

“I think I’m in love with you.” The answer comes freely, of course. Stupid truth serum.

It’s as if he can read your mind. He grins. “Truth Serum wore off just after you finished,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “You tricked me!”

He laughs, then kisses you again. “Ready for me to wreck you?”

You blush at your words being thrown back at you, but you nod and answer, “Yes.”

[akiranzee]

💓 • ° ` — “THAT FUNNY FEELING”

-> PAIRINGS: Muichiro Tokito x f!Hashira!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Muichiro was someone who never remembered his past. He didn’t know how to act, so he became emotionless. That was until… -> WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, some fighting, & muichiro is 14 while reader is 15. -> A/N: this feels more like a shitwork ngl. (y/h/l) is “your hair length”, (y/b/s) is “your breathing style !!

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Muichiro, a young demon slayer and a hashira, who constantly lived his life full of mystery, actions, and blood. But due to his current condition, he doesn’t know what kind of life he’s living in. He just know, that he has to try his best to survive in this world.

“CAW! CAW! REPORT TO NORTHWEST! REPORT TO NORTHWEST!” His crow, Ginko, called out to him and repeated twice, yet for another mission.

Muichiro softly sighed, and looked down at his blade, seeming to have forgotten the reason why he was doing this again.

But on the other hand, last night’s talk with Oyakata-sama surprisingly stayed in his mind, that wherever he goes, nor whatever path he chooses, the blood of a protector, a slayer, will always be within him.

Soon, he walked towards the direction of a forest; where his mission starts.

The dark sight seen within meters away inside the forest, the aura and vibe the darkness gave off, and the dying tweets and howls of animals were heard meters away from the forest’s depth.

They all sent chills down Ginko, but Muichiro still showed no emotion, nor worry.

He stepped a step, then slowly walked towards the forest, watching out for any ambush at this moment.

His crow, Ginko, shivered as she followed her master walk deep inside the forest, as it felt like they were slowly getting swallowed. But her trust on her master overpowered than her fear, believing everything will be alright, as long as her master is there by her side.

A sound of a twig snapping caught both of their attention, then Ginko went onto hiding, leaving her master to finish the job immediately.

Muichiro, in a stance ready to unsheathe his sword at any moment, breathed silently as his hearing sense heightened hundreds than normal.

Closing his eyes, he tried to feel the world around him, trying to locate just where this demon was.

Another sound of a twig snapping, and his eyes flicked open in an instant, evading the demon’s immediate attack.

He stepped backwards, and swang his sword to the demon’s neck, the demon could not even react as it happened so fast.

But that demon was not the main suspect; as the world around him didn’t change. It was still sinister, mischievous, and dark.

He leapt onto a tree, trying to see if he can find the demon. But even from above, all he could see was darkness. And he knew that it was in fact, intentional.

The main suspect in this is no ordinary demon, rather it might even be one of the 12 kizukis.

He jumped down from the tree, as the darkness slowly surrounded him. Slowly, it was getting darker and darker, but a faint scent saved and helped him.

A demon may hide itself, but never its scent, as the boy with black hair and burgundy tips always said.

The faint scent was slowly getting nearer and closer, as if it was planning to do a surprise attack, but now it’s no surprise as Muichiro was finally aware of the demon.

The footsteps were silenced, he can never hear them. His vision was dark, he can never see anything. The only thing that’s left was his olfactory sense, the only sense that could save him from this nightmare.

For a few seconds, he tried to get a whiff of the demon, but it’s scent was long gone.

Muichiro still felt neutral, even when he looked like a fool standing there and awaiting the right time. But this demon, seemed as if, it was experienced enough to know the pros and cons on dealing with a hashira.

The smell felt distant, but Muichiro’s sixth sense, which is mist, tells him otherwise.

Apparently, the demon didn’t seem to know what Muichiro’s breathing style is. It doesn’t even know the dark mist has been giving Muichiro the upperhand for quite some time now.

The mist tells him, that the demon was nowhere near distant. In fact, it was near him, or might even be, next to him.

As Muichiro spun around, orange eyes filled with hatred met his, eyes that one’s soul cannot be found, with something written on it.

“Lower Moon 3.” Muichiro read the writing in the demon’s eyes, and immediately jumped backward before things escalate to his own death.

The demon still looked at him with hatred, growling hungrily, seeking for its revenge. But Muichiro couldn’t care less, as his one and only mission was to eliminate this demon.

The demon, who was supposedly strong, vanished in one slash. The anger was too much that it blinded him, that it made him indifferent.

As the demon dropped to the ground and slowly turned to ashes, he could see the change of his surroundings. The dark mist was slowly turning white, and the trees of the forest were slowly becoming visible.

As he turned around to walk off, he felt a pang in his heart. The demon’s position, crawling to wherever hell brings him, without a left arm. For some reason, it made him feel pain and anger. He couldn’t understand why, but the sight of that demon reminds him of something. Or of someone.

~~~~~

As he reached the demon slayer base, he immediately looked for Oyakata-sama to report and finish this day.

“Ah, Tokito, it’s great to see you well and alive.” Oyakata-sama greeted him as they made eye contact, Muichiro then formally bowed down and reported today’s mission.

~~~~~

As the day almost came to an end, he laid down on a big rock, and looked up the sky.

It was dark and murky, but the stars sparkled amidst that darkness.

Time slowly passed, Muichiro slowly drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~

The birds chirped and tweeted sweetly, before he laid awoke seconds ago.

His eyes slowly flicked open, seeing the sky first, then the ground. Yesterday's event became a blur in his mind, the death of lower moon 3 were not found and remembered in his thoughts again.

Slowly, he stood up, the thought of going somewhere was absent as his foot dragged him to wherever it wanted. His mind was somewhere else, anyway. Rather — someone.

It’s a very blurry vision, but his heart pains as he tries to remember what happened, and what he saw that night. It was as if a heavy burden that he has long forgotten, but is never supposed to forget.

As his mind wandered off, he halted; realizing he had step foot in Oyakata-sama’s estate. He turned all over around to look at his surroundings; it was full of trees, flowers, and such.

But then; a lady with (y/h/l) hair in a demon slayer corps uniform, appeared in his sight.

He stared at her for a few seconds, wondering who she is and what was she doing here, specifically in Oyakata-sama’s estate. He slowly approached her, curious of such a new presence.

“Ah, Tokito-kun. Such a great timing you have.” Just then, he halted once again and turned around, to see Oyakata-sama beautifully smiling at him.

“That girl you were looking at a while ago is our new (y/b/s) pillar. She has just been recruited today. Tokito-kun, would you mind assisting her to such new things upon her sight?” Oyakata-sama asked Muichiro for his consent and decision, while he thought about it over and over again.

“She’s a year older than you are.” Oyakata-sama suddenly said, and that was enough to pull him out of his long decision-making.

Muichiro glanced one more time your way, but this time, your back was not faced to him. Both your eyes met, and that was when his heart started to thump loudly. It was as if he was finally resurrected to life, like he was back from the dead.

It was a new feeling; indeed. For all his life, all he ever felt were, well, to be honest, nothing. He didn’t care about the world neither. He only cared about how peaceful the sky looked like. But now seeing you, he finally sees a different point in life. A more meaningful point, that is.

Slowly, you walked towards Muichiro as Oyakata-sama waved you to come. He simply smiled and said, “(Y/n)-san, this is Muichiro Tokito, and Tokito, this is (Y/n) (L/n).”

Having an eye contact with you even if it was just 2 seconds felt like eternity to Muichiro. His heart thumped loudly, and he could feel the warmness of his own. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you — it all felt so unfamiliar, yet he was comfortable with it.

~~~~~

Days passed, you and Muichiro’s friendship had grown to be closer. Yet Muichiro can never forget that funny feeling.

That funny feeling when you smile and talk happily with him, not giving a care to whoever hears you.

That funny feeling when you make eye contact to each other, that would make his heart thump alive and face flush.

That funny feeling when he feels happy whenever the hashiras — mainly Mitsuri, call the both of your ‘friendship’ as “young love”.

That funny feeling when he feels uneasy whenever you’re not around, or when he doesn’t know where you are.

That funny feeling when he feels angry just by seeing the smallest scratch or wound on a part of you.

Love, they say. Muichiro never believed, but now, just by seeing you from a distance, he feels complete.

He feels as if he was finally alive. His soul burning through, his heart screaming of his well-being, his mind only concentrated on you, his feelings overflowing.

That funny feeling was driving him to madness. He would always visit you in your estate; he would always bring you delicious foods, he would always be there. Because now, he could never imagine a world without you.

You became his everything. Watching the stars with you tonight was the best thing he could ever experience. It was peaceful, especially with both your hands holding each other.

[alldancersaretalented]

My fav solos this year

(please send anons or something, I'm down with bronchitis in 30°C weather :()

Solos

Avery Altobelli, Epic - "Heavenly Bodies" (Rudy Abreu)

Madisyn Amos, Elite Dance Pro - "A New Life" (Mandy Korpinen & Elizabeth Petrin)

Ellie Anbarden, P21 - "Somebody Help Me" (Madi Hicks)

Hallee Anderson, Larkin - "So This Is Love" (Kenzie Symanietz)

Harper Anderson, Concept Pavielle - "Paint It Black" (Brady Farrar)

Kennedy Anderson, VDA - "Come On Dreamer" (?)

Lilly Anderson, Larkin - "Cell Block Tango" (Michele Larkin)

Belle Marie Arauz, DT Miami - "How To Feel" (Ruby Castro)

Brielle Arias, Studio X - "Black And Gold" (Lia Dominique)

Finley Ashfield, Larkin - "Fools Who Dream" (Chelsea Jennings)

Melina Biltz, Rock - "Madness" (Crystal Huang)

Sofia Cuevas, Pave - "Locomotion" (?)

Kinley Cunningham, TheCREW - "Come Together" (Mollee Gray)

Aaliyah Dixon, Summit - "Take Me Oya" (Jay Jay Dixonbey)

Kensington Dressing, Evolve - "From The Ashes" (Chelsea Sebes)

Aria Du, Yoko's - "Je M'arreterai" (Megan Ellis)

Hope Edwards, OCPAA - "Winner Takes All"

Brinley Evans, Southern Strutt - "Silent Night" (?)

Gracyn French, P21 - "Chemtrails Over The Country Club" (Molly Long)

Kourtney Gampol, OCPAA - "Steam Heat" (Rachel Miller)

Regan Gerena, P21 - "That's Life" (Molly Long)

Lily Hackney, WFDC - "I Love You" (Gianna Adianez)

Sloane Hall, Southern Strutt - "Watch Me" (Leah Evans)

Lainey Hess, WFDC - "Between These Hands" (Gianna Adianez)

Reagan Hess, WFDC - "Twilight" (Gianna Adianez)

Izzy Howard, WDP - "Over It, Scene" (Maria Konrad)

Annsley Huff, Southern Strutt - "The Swan" (Shelby Barnes)

Desa Jankes, WFDC - "Find You" (Jessica Disalvo)

Eva Jimmerson, Renner - "A Mischievous Waltz" (Jordan Pelliteri)

Tayah Klimcuk, Pave - "Slow Me Down" (Courtney Schwartz)

Lily Knopps (Club) - "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend" (Ashley Moffitt)

Mya Lanigan, Evolve - "Breakin' Dishes" (Lauren Herb)

Esme Lee, OCPAA - "Bring On The Men" (?)

Jillian Mahan, OCPAA - "London Bridge" (Hannahlei Cabanilla)

Savannah Manzel, Larkin - "Flowers In May" (Chelsea Jennings)

Scarlett Manzel, Larkin - "What A Feeling" (Chelsea Jennings)

Kennedy Marble, Club - "Mr. Monotony" (Jaycee Wilkins)

Taylor Morrison, DC2 - "My Discarded Men" (Tanya Emmer)

Avery Olsen, OCPAA - "Woman"

Helena Olaerts, Mather - "She Used To Be Mine" (Shannon Mather)

Roxie Onellion, Base - "Amor" (Kelly Inskip)

Addyson Paul, Pave - "The Garden" (Courtney Schwartz)

Emily Polis, VDA - "When I Go" (Jessica Malafronte)

Mila Renae, Studio X - "Voila" (Fiorella Baclit)

Dylan Reuss, OCPAA - "Favorite Crime" (Amy Berokoff)

Lola Rodi, Evolve - "Heavenly Bodies" (Chelsea Sebes)

Amaya Rodriguez, DUC Miami - "3 Breaths" (Chelsea Sebes)

Elsie Sandall, Club - "Beneath The Mask" (Chelsea Jennings)

Emma Santos, Studio X - "Have A Little Faith" (Avery Cardozza)

Berkeley Scifres, P21 - "Cornet Man" (Molly Long)

Tatum Self, Club - "Gorgeous" (Jaycee Wilkins)

Everleigh Soutas, DCDF - "Something New" (Molly Long)

Kayleigh Stoler, Enthusiasm - "Medusa's Curse"

Sailor Stormoen, Larkin - "Bloom" (Chelsea Jennings)

Kiera Sun, WDP - "Mist" (Renee Kester)

Macey Strickland, WFDC - "Heavenly Bodies" (Chelsea Sebes)

Ellary Day Szyndlar, Club - "Over The Rainbow" (Mark Meismer :()

Sylvie Win Szyndlar, Club - "Magic Within Me" (Chantel Aguirre)

Ella Venerio, DUC Miami - "Beneath The Surface" (Chelsea Sebes)

Greta Wagner, Summit - "Me And The Devil" (?)

Tinsley Wallace, Renner - "Broken Wings" (Chelsea Sebes)

Skylar Wong, Woodbury - "Just A Room" (Ricky Ubeda)

Fiona Wu, Yoko's - "Voila" (Erin Lamoyne)

Aliyah Yen, P21 - "Mink, Schmink" (Molly Long)