#levitated mass

[thethirdbear]

[swaying--daisies]

Omg omg omggg i caann’t 😭

This song is the most Beatles song I’ve ever heard and it’s such a wonderful homage and testament to their Time defying genius, innovation and bond, from Then until Now 🥲

John’s timeless vocals :(

Ringo’s iconic “1, 2, 3, 4” :(

George’s “Something” and “My Sweet Lord” guitar solos :(

The “If I Fell” drumming :(

The “Across the Universe” and “The End” harmonies :(

The “Martha my Dear” piano :(

The “Walrus” and “She’s Leaving Home” orchestra swell and staccato string that reminds us that George Martin really was the indispensable fifth Beatle :(

The tambourine from the early songs :(

The psychedelic eastern inspired strings :(

Paul in the back, harmonizing with John, so recognizable on the Love You 🥲 (because that’s the simplest and purest representation on their relationship and legacy, and really that’s so much of what this song is about 😭)

So many different eras and musical pioneering moments, so much individual creativity and collaboration and love that makes the Beatles absolutely magical, captured in one song 🥲 how is this allowed 😭

[wayti-blog]

"Scientists are a step closer to unraveling the mysterious forces of the universe after working out how to measure gravity on a microscopic level."

"(...) now physicists at the University of Southampton, working with scientists in Europe, have successfully detected a weak gravitational pull on a tiny particle using a new technique.

They claim it could pave the way to finding the elusive quantum gravity theory.

The experiment, published in Science Advances, used levitating magnets to detect gravity on microscopic particles—small enough to border on the quantum realm.

Lead author Tim Fuchs, from the University of Southampton, said the results could help experts find the missing puzzle piece in our picture of reality.

He added, "For a century, scientists have tried and failed to understand how gravity and quantum mechanics work together. Now we have successfully measured gravitational signals at a smallest mass ever recorded, it means we are one step closer to finally realizing how it works in tandem.

"From here we will start scaling the source down using this technique until we reach the quantum world on both sides. By understanding quantum gravity, we could solve some of the mysteries of our universe—like how it began, what happens inside black holes, or uniting all forces into one big theory.""

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[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Year - 2023 Edition

Welcome to our special edition newsletter recapping the best news from the past year. I've picked one highlight from each month to give you a snapshot of 2023. No frills, just straightforward news that mattered. Let's relive the good stuff that made our year shine.

January - London: Girl with incurable cancer recovers after pioneering treatment

A girl’s incurable cancer has been cleared from her body after what scientists have described as the most sophisticated cell engineering to date.

2. February - Utah legislature unanimously passes ban on LGBTQ conversion therapy

The Utah State Legislature has unanimously approved a bill that enshrines into law a ban on LGBTQ conversion therapy.

3. March - First vaccine for honeybees could save billions

The United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) has approved the world’s first-ever vaccine intended to address the global decline of honeybees. It will help protect honeybees from American foulbrood, a contagious bacterial disease which can destroy entire colonies.

4. April - Fungi discovered that can eat plastic in just 140 days

Australian scientists have successfully used backyard mould to break down one of the world's most stubborn plastics — a discovery they hope could ease the burden of the global recycling crisis within years. 

5. May - Ocean Cleanup removes 200,000th kilogram of plastic from the Pacific Ocean

The Dutch offshore restoration project, Ocean Cleanup, says it has reached a milestone. The organization's plastic catching efforts have now fished more than 200,000 kilograms of plastic out of the Pacific Ocean, Ocean Cleanup said on Twitter.

6. June - U.S. judge blocks Florida ban on care for trans minors in narrow ruling, says ‘gender identity is real’

A federal judge temporarily blocked portions of a new Florida law that bans transgender minors from receiving puberty blockers, ruling Tuesday that the state has no rational basis for denying patients treatment.

7. July - World’s largest Phosphate deposit discovered in Norway

A massive underground deposit of high-grade phosphate rock in Norway, pitched as the world’s largest, is big enough to satisfy world demand for fertilisers, solar panels and electric car batteries over the next 50 years, according to the company exploiting the resource.

8. August - Successful room temperature ambient-pressure magnetic levitation of LK-99

If the claim by Sukbae Lee and Ji-Hoon Kim of South Korea’s Quantum Energy Research Centre holds up, the material could usher in all sorts of technological marvels, such as levitating vehicles and perfectly efficient electrical grids.

9. September - World’s 1st drug to regrow teeth enters clinical trials

The ability to regrow your own teeth could be just around the corner. A team of scientists, led by a Japanese pharmaceutical startup, are getting set to start human trials on a new drug that has successfully grown new teeth in animal test subjects.

10. October - Nobel Prize goes to scientists behind mRNA Covid vaccines

The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine has been awarded to a pair of scientists who developed the technology that led to the mRNA Covid vaccines. Professors Katalin Kariko and Drew Weissman will share the prize.

11. November - No cases of cancer caused by HPV in Norwegian 25-year olds, the first cohort to be mass vaccinated for HPV.

Last year there were zero cases of cervical cancer in the group that was vaccinated in 2009 against the HPV virus, which can cause the cancer in women.

12. December - President Biden announces he’s pardoning all convictions of federal marijuana possession

President Joe Biden announced Friday he's issuing a federal pardon to every American who has used marijuana in the past, including those who were never arrested or prosecuted.

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And there you have it – a year's worth of uplifting news! I hope these positive stories brought a bit of joy to your inbox. As I wrap up this special edition, I want to thank all my supporters!

Buy me a coffee ❤️

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

[woodland-gremlin]

Summoning Your Secret Boyfriend Pt. 5

First Previously AU Summary

“What do you mean by the Anti-Ecto Acts?” Constantine asked, hoping against all hope that it wasn’t what it sounded like. Because if it was it was likely they would be dealing with something worse than Trigon.

“The Anti-Ecto Acts declared all beings that produce or require ectoplasm as non-sentient and unfeeling imprints that are to be handed over to the government for experimentation and extermination. Every being in the Infinite Realms is made of ectoplasm, it is what carbon is like for us,” Supernova said.

“Those acts made the persecution and mass genocide of their people legal and their very existence illegal. The only reason they didn’t accept those Acts as a declaration of war for the whole planet or dimension is the innocent people. After all they were ruled by a tyrant for multiple millennias, they understood that the acts of one being or group doesn’t define the whole. But that doesn’t change the fact that they would protect their people if provoked. They already had a war with the organization that created those laws. If we told you about them you could have provoked them in condemning this whole planet. After all without the League we would be open to other invaders,” Red Robin finished.

Batman scowled. Everyone else looked horrified, especially the JLD. Zantenna’s magic glitched causing random things to levitate around her. Captain Marvel zoned out, trying to process all the new and terrifying information, while unknowingly to everyone else arguing with the Gods in his head. Raven looked even worse than when she learned that her Father would try to use her as a portal to invade Earth. And Constantine? Well, he looked like he was about to become the newest Halfa.

“You’re telling me that the U.S. government basically declared war against the Infinite Realms?! The in-between of the multiverse? The place that houses beings more powerful than gods? And yet we’re still somehow alive?” Constantine screeched.

Batman cut in, “If what you say is true and they are as dangerous as Constantine says it only means that you should have told us. It is our job to deal with issues like that.”

“Un-un,” Constantine grunts, “Did you not hear anything they said, Batsy?! We are lucky! Lucky, you hear me! It is a stinking miracle that the Realms didn’t just destroy our dimension and be done with it. Pariah Dark has done it for less.”

“Even so-”

“‘Even’ nothing. Now we are going to drop this, summon the new King, beg them for forgiveness and for them to deal with Trigon, and fix those disastrous laws!” Constantine declared while pulling out a book with a strange aura out of his coat pocket.

To be continued . . .

Next

[fishnetdracula]

romance is like

in my head: my love for you is boundless. i cannot conceive of having this amount of love for someone, i don’t know where to store it in my 5’3 little body, it is bursting out through my skin surely like some sort of sunshine. how am i not levitating slightly off the pavement with the force of it. every hour im without you is an agony, you are the soft surface my brain rests on when it sits down. your smile is better than the first touch of warmth in spring that makes you remember why all those cold months were worth living through. looking at the contours, the mass of your body makes me near feral with want, or just fascination, a need to have my hands on it, as if that would make such perfection easier to fathom. i’ve never felt so at home with anyone, your laugh is magic, i feel our souls are intertwined. ive tried pouring all this mess into poetry and art and music and sex and bragging and it’s like a drop in the ocean, the amount that remains is an eldritch expanse i can’t even imagine the edges of. i understand every madman now: the exhumers, the moor-wanderers, the frantic name-carvers. of course i would wear a vial of your blood, of course i would follow you into hell. the world could be plunged into an inky black void and i would traipse it feeling for you in the dark and when i held you near to me, im sure the feeling of having your weight against me would blast through the cold somehow, would turn all the lights back on — or, as i sank, i’d at least have everything i needed.

out loud: hey loser. i’m gonna bite you

[astralnymphh]

kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾

(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards

cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.

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setting the scene

༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.

"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.

"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.

"you know.. we should- try something new-"

"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.

"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."

"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"

"ellie." 

"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.

"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.

her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."

"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.

ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.

 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.

a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.

her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.

"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.

you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"

"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.

"what if I sucked it?"

⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.

her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 

"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.

you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.

"shit.." 

her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.

your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.

"ach-" you jab out a cough.

"good girl, take that shit in.." 

⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.

"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.

catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.

her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 

⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.

thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 

"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.

"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.

⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.

⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.

"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.

"huh..?"

"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.

you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.

she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.

"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 

"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.

insert a loooong night spent railing.

⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 

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MASTERLIST

[alwayscorvus]

What are lions truly scared of

What are lions truly scared of

half-lion!Jing Yuan x malereader, fluff

Jing Yuan resembled a lion in many ways.

Lions stood out with their bushy mane, one that was incredibly similar to Jing Yuan's. Long, thick, messy. Extremely difficult to control.

Lions weighed around 420 pounds*. Known for their massive build. Their mass and strength allowed them to hunt and fight for their pride. Exactly as in case of Jing Yuan who had a powerful physique, which made masculinity radiate from him. By his very appearance, Jing Yuan woke awe and fear in eyes of his enemies.

Lions were "kings of the jungle". They kept watch over other animals. Just like Jing Yuan, who ruled Xianzhou Luofu thanks to his role as one of leaders.

Lions mostly didn't raise their offspring, leaving that to lionesses to do. Despite this, they always protected the youngest ones. Maybe that's why Jing Yuan often put off teaching Yanqing and preferred not to assign him difficult tasks through which he could get hurt.

Lions were known for performing outstanding hunts. Choosing right time, adjusting their attack tactics and observing their prey for a long while. When working as a team and carefully following tasks instructed to them, lionesses were able to knock down a giraffe that greatly surpassed them. Perhaps this is why Jing Yuan was such a great strategist. His skills worked well both in chess and on battlefield. Man didn't act by impulse, he thoughtfully chose his next steps. He knew that not all attacks should be responded to, and even if, it wasn't necessary to do that immediately. Sometimes it was better to wait for the right moment. Slow action and "patience" also allowed Jing Yuan to not get too much tired...

Lions became exhausted easily and run only on short distances. So you could say that Jing Yuan had in genes this laziness and dullness which he was always showing.

That's why it wasn't surprising when, during transformation of some of Luofu's residents, Jing Yuan was one of them.

Yes, at some point the nation over which Jing Yuan held custody began to change. At first Xianzhou Luofu was just an unusual and wonderful place inhabited by many different species. The most popular of them were of course Foxians, Vidyadharas and Xianzhou Natives. The last one were previously famous only for their long-living. They didn't show any animal traits in their apperance. Over the years, however, this began to change. Mutations weren't common, but despite that, in some individuals they suddenly triggered the appearance of parts unusual for human body. Tails, horns, extra ears, claws, scales, anything that just referred to animals that Natives personified.

Because of that, an already perfect image of General was enhanced by a pair of white lion ears and a long, swift tail.

However, that was not what caught your attention. Rather it was a Jing Yuan's strange behavior.

At first, you thought you only imagined it or that it was just a pure coincidence. Over time, however, you found that Jing Yuan was really avoiding you on purpose.

At Louofu celebrations, by the time you were able to push through the crowd to where Six Charioteers were standing, Jing Yuan had always managed to change his position. Leaving behind only sight of departing shadow and ruffles of his robe waving in the wind.

When you visited Divine Foresight for business matters, you could never find Jing Yuan. When you asked about him, you were told that man had left only seconds before you arrived. Or even better, that at that day he wasn't there at all. And you could have sworn that behind the closing door to one of the back rooms, you saw a long, white tail frivolously levitating in the air.

However, you got really fed up with all that when Jing Yuan sent his representatives to consultation with you instead of showing up himself.

You also like Jing Yuan belonged to long-lived species. Although you didn't reveal any additional features in your appearance. And in look were no different from an ordinary person (well, maybe not counting large build in form of broad shoulders and above-average height). But elephant blood flowed through your veins.

As a result, you and your family became famous for your divine memory. Because of which, male line of your dynasty from generation to generation served rulers as consultants and "treasurers of knowledge". Though this didn't happen often. Because your services were extremely expensive. And also because you have lived in a grudge against Six Charioteers since ancient times. Precisely, since a few centuries ago one of former rulers made a decision completely different from your suggestions. That offended your pride deeply. However, your helping still took place in special circumstances.

One could say that due to the long life span, there weren't many of your "generations". But unfortunately, because of your genes, you were the target of so-called "poachers". They were eliminating you because of highly paid commission. You were valuable, your knowledge was precious. And it posed a great threat to others. That forced you to start new generations. By holding sensitive information from many years, your grandfather and later also your father lost their lives. Only you remained. And it was you who held the duties of "treasurer of knowledge".

You did it with extreme diligence and were respected by many. That's why you decided to take advantage of it.

When stellaron crisis hit Luofu, and you were once again asked to share your knowledge by Jing Yuan's subordinates. You gave an ultimatum.

General had to personally show up.

New deals, raises, promises of extraordinary rewards couldn't bribe you.

What's more, enough was enough when, after "agreeing" to your terms, another broker appeared at the meeting instead of Jing Yuan. Explaining himself with General's "illness".

To some, your attitude could seem trivial. But you really needed to find out why the head of Xianzhou Luofu had been avoiding you like a fire for years. Was there something wrong with you? Did you offend him with something? But how were you supposed to do that if you had never even seen him in person. Exactly. You had never had the opportunity to even see Jing Yuan with your own eyes before. You only knew his appearance and character from stories, paintings and your own analysis. That additionally kept you motivated in holding on your decisions.

And that's why you left the meeting room with a bang. News about your grudge immediately reaching General.

Jing Yuan realized that he had crossed the line. And that if he really wanted to get answers for his questions, he had to meet you in person. Not hologram, not anyone else, but he himself. If you would grant him another chance at all….

Your curiosity, however, worked in his favor. A week later, Jing Yuan showed up at your residence.

You found him sitting on a mat in your office. At the sight of him you instantly froze for a second. He looked even better than they described him, though perhaps not as majestically... Did you imagine that or did he really give off a vibe of shy and lost? Hunched, he looked around the room with hesitation. Avoiding your gaze at the same time. You didn't know where the great, famous, well-respected general had gone.

You took a seat on the other side of the table. And you took a closer look at him.

Fluffy white ears lay flattened on his head, and eyes that still avoided your face were squinted. With your memory, you returned to books about lions that you had been browsing, wishing to learn more about Jing Yuan.

Similar symptoms occurred in cat family when they were scared of something. But what could a brilliant General be afraid of. Stunned, you looked around to the sides, but you didn't see any threat behind your back.

-So how can i help the famous Jing Yuan? - you asked almost amused.

-Nameless... Is there anything I should know about them regarding the history of Xianzhou Luofu? Something that could prevent success of our cooperation? Can they be trusted?

You smiled at this.

-Why don't we start with what we agreed on in the letter first? - you recalled your conversation that you held after the last insult.

Man pulled a book from behind his bask and slid it timidly towards you. You grabbed it and opened at the page pointed by bookmark which surprisingly matched the patterns on Jing Yuan's robe.

You read the subject and then next few lines.

"What are Lions scared of?"

"Lions have only a few predators to fear other than humans."

Not that.

"Lions are not really scared of elephants. But elephants are the only animals they really try to avoid. [...] Lions show elephants respect that they deserve. Lions know that they will not defeat an elephant alone, because elephants are too powerful and massive for that. "

You smiled even wider and came up with another idea.

-What would General say about changing our agreement? I wouldn't want to drain Luofu's treasury that much... You have nothing to be scared of General. Although your ears could "suffer" a bit under new rules -you suggested playfully.

Jing Yuan rapidly raised his head. For the first time you could sink into his golden eyes. Nevertheless, you were greatly distracted from this astonishing view by naughty tail, which also rose to attention and flicked in the air.

After a moment, Jing Yuan burst into laughter, and his confidence returned. He nudged his head over the table towards you.

-What are u waiting for?

You also responded to the remark with laughter and slight disbelief.

Several decades of waiting, and everything could be solved in a few seconds.

You lifted your hand up, over Jing Yuan's mane. You hesitated for a moment, but then excitedly ruffled lion's ears. Soft to the touch. Fluffy as a cloud. Pleasantly cold after traveling outside.

And those purrs... Almost cat-like purr that came out of Jing Yuan immediately right after your gentle hands began kneading his ears in not so gently way. You could hear it more often.

And what's more, you could probably even fall in love with it.

made while listening to AREZRA "Goodbye"

*~190 kg

[baron-bear]

When the dragons start attacking after years of peace, the well-fed manly heroes of the realm rise up once again to defend it.

These warriors went after the ice dragons, and although their breastplates no longer fit, it doesn't matter if you can defeat a dragon in one chop. All that extra weight just means more force behind the axe, right? Here's a few posing with their kill.

The (relatively) more agile roguish types went after the jungle dragons, having to rely on their remembered combat motions and sneaky strategies.

Some warriors tried to subdue the lava dragons but had a difficult time piecing their hides with conventional weapons. They eventually prevailed and also posed with their kills. One of the larger fellows accidently discovered an excellent strategy when he fell on a dragon's head, crushing it's skull under his mass.

The mages employed this strategy to it's fullest with their massively mana-bloated bodies. Levitating over a dragon's neck and slamming down vanquished many a foe.

Then there's this buff weirdo who didn't get the memo of peace and prosperity and has been fighting sand dragons for years, not getting rotund like many of his warrior brethren.

----------------- Got inspired by @fatlazypanda 's mages and revisited an old concept of mine. \/ -A few nasty details below- \/ Couldn't get much blood or evidence of combat in these without getting some really fucked up body horror. It got REALLY nasty at times, like gallons of intestines pouring out of open wounds. Also the fat folds of the mages kept being turned into pahoehoe lava.

[littlebeanwrites]

A haunting Hallows Night 18+

Bucky x Villain reader x sam GN

Warning: Sex pollen~ Dub con~ enemies to lovers?~ hate fucking, bit of bondage and teasing, Bucky being mean, like really mean and sam being sweet.

Note: reader is a mutant with ghost like abilities, phasing through things, invisibility, levitation ect.

Trying something new, I will have a small section that splits into two, Afab and Amad terms :) please let me know if you like this.

Masterlist💖

The crowed club was full of smoke, lights, ‘Halloween bops’, and a sea of mask, poorly made costumes and sexy variants of professions and animals. A lot of skin was on display tonight as the Halloween party roared on.

You blended seamlessly, darting around and phasing through the mass. Your goal, find the king of the party… kill him.

It seemed so simple, too easy. He was so careless, out in the open, his security spread thin. You had waited months for this moment.

But a cold and annoyingly familiar arm pulled you back into a small hallway. The only arm… made from the only material you couldn’t phase through…Vibranium.

“Fucking Barns!” You spat turning around to see him and god dam Captain America all dress fancy looking at you. “Rather you’re hear for this shit party or your obsessed with me” you smirk hand on your hip. You knew your plans where most likely foiled if their here. Unless you were somehow to get away… possible, but unlikely.

“You can’t kill him Ghost” Sam said sternly, “there are other ways” he added, always trying to flick a switch in you that’s not there, goodness, heroism whatever he believes that’s you… no you kill shit people, you hurt bad people, you make them suffer as they have made others suffer. You’re no hero… not in their eyes at least.

“Respectfully… piss off” you spit turning around but a firm grip lads on your waist.

“No” Barn adds. “Let’s go” he adds pulling you closer. His cologne engulfs you. His playing a character, he’s trying to blend in, not cause a scene, but it’s almost sexy… no it is sexy, you can admit that, you’ve know that for a long time now, this two men where a pain in your ass but at least they where nice look at.

He drags you out of the club through a side exit. Now with a bit more space you get out of his grip. Two little blades now in each hand.

“You could have pulled those out earlier… but you didn’t” Sam smiles “there’s good in you” he adds

“The only good thing in me is a good dick” you laugh ready to flee. But Barns knows your weakness, and you can tell whatever tools they’ve hidden in their fancy dress pants and suit jackets… are all vibranium. And you know there’s a pair of cuffs just for you. You sigh… it’s gonna be a long night.

You’re now about a block away from the club, it’s a game of cat and mouse, but the mouse is armed and pissed off. And the cat is holding back. You somehow end up throwing Sam towards some old warehouse door. He crashes through it. You see a window on the other side. A quick short cut towards the north side. You look down. A vibranium cuff on your right leg. That’s not coming off anytime soon, it’s also currently stopping you from phasing through walls without loosing a leg…. You can break a window pretty easily.

You run towards the warehouse, jumping over the out of breath and over it Sam. He grabs the uncuffed cuff as you jump over head.

Now the two of them see your plan… throwing each other around the room, landing kicks and punches, your all out of breath… it feels pointless, but your stubborn. Eventually Barns lands a good kick to your chest you crash through a create. Dust fills the air.

Pink dust….

The dust immediately invades your lungs. It stings, the smell of strawberries burn your nose as you start coughing up as much as you can. You look up seeing the pink dust fill the room, sam and Barns cover their mouths but slowly start to cough as the dust settles in their lungs.

“What the fuck” you wheeze. Trying to get up. But a sudden rush, a grow of heat, a pool…. It hits like a truck and stops you in your tracks.

The tight jeans you wore riding up into the most sensitive parts now became more of an issue than before. The seem pressing into your body, the nerves beneath a blaze. You can feel fluid drip out of you, staining the fabric, daring to seep through the next layer.

You look up as the two men stare down at you.

“What the fuck is this shit?” Barns ask walking towards the broken wooden planks. Searching for answers.

“Whatever it is… it’s not good” Sam adds he attempts to fix his pants, his hand grazing his already hard cock, his eyes roll back at the sensation. “Of shit” he grunts.

“Yeah no good, it’s an aphrodisiac of some sort” Barns sighs throwing the creates delivery paper work on the floor before leaning against a near by wall in defeat.

“Let’s call it a night boys, you go your way… I go mine” you grunt trying to stand.

“Your more effected then us” Sam states. You’re struggling to find your strength, you don’t notice how much your panting. The occasional moan leaving your lips. All you can focus on is this empty feeling inside you, and this craving, craving for dick. “It must be so painful” he adds in an almost mocking tone.

“Shut up!” You snap, but he’s so right. It’s so painful. Your nerves, are tingling, craving to be touched, licked, flicked, bitten, anything. Your so close to grinding down against the seem of your jeans to get some relief.

“Mhh poor thing… do you need help” Barns smirks yet his not offering his hand. “Poor little thing, can smell you from up here” he chuckles. “Gonna start dripping on the floor soon” he continues. His mockery is lasted with need, he grunts and moans don’t go unnoticed.

“Shut up, I can see you struggling in those pants. Looks like you might pop a button” you replied finally getting to your feet. “Now please let me go…. And take this shit off” you yell.

“Beg” Barns snaps back quickly, almost surprised by himself like his has no filter anymore. Sam’s taken back, watching from a distance, but you know he’s just as into as Barns is.

“Ughhh please, please let me go” you beg. A moan slipping past your lips. “Please Bucky” the well known Nick name falling from your lips made his mouth fall open.

“Do you really wanna leave, or do do you want help?” Sam ask. Taking a few steps towards you. There’s care in his tone, his eyes look you up and down both with concern and lust.

“Don’t need help…. M’fine” you grunted legs naturally rubbing together. Your mind was becoming foggy, because the idea of them fucking you seemed amazing. But no… right….

“But please take this off” you ask again kicking your legs out the sound of the metal clanging against the floor.

“Only because you’re so pathetic” Bucky laughs. Slowly lowering onto a knee he fiddles with it eventually removing the cuff from your leg. He looks up at you. His eyes landing between your legs a now visible wet patch stained your jeans. “Oh god, you’re not ok, you need help, it’s only gonna get worse” he adds turning to Sam. Bucks once cocky, confident, smug tone was now full of concern “I mean it, your overdosing on this shit…” he gets up and takes your hand, he looks down at you, you can see it all now, all that concern in his face, fear. The look is surly temporary, Bucky doesn’t actually care right?

“Please help me” you mutter, falling into his chest. The sensation alone the feeling of being held brings you relief.

You waited for another comment from either of them instead he places a hand under your chin and makes you look up, he bring his lips down and your body screams in joy. It’s rough, messy and he takes no time in dominating you, moans muffled by his tongue as it slides into your mouth. He’s grip on your waist bound to bruise the skin beneath.

You hear movement. As you part and catch your breath you notice Bucky nod before picking you up. Your body is too tired too overwhelmed to fight anymore. Taking your tired and wet body to what looks like a doctors room, it’s covered in dust… real dust. Sam attempts to clean it before Bucky sits you on the bed. Before you can talk he’s kissing your neck, undressing you. You try to speak again.

“Shhh, let us help you” Sam voice while calm and kind, the words feel more like a demand. Your top half now bare, Bucky runs his warm hand on your chest. His fingers rub every so slight around your very hard and erect nipple, you let out a loud moan at the sensation “oh god, pls-.”

Bucky quickly covers your mouth “no shh, that’s your problem, you talk too much. So hush now” he smirks the care that once filled his eyes where replaced by lust, the dust effecting him more and more with each second. You can feel it the loss of control, where you’ve become submissive��� he’s become more animalistic, more dominant. Suddenly the warmth is replaced by cold. His metal finger rubbing your nipple a little harder, before rolling it between his thumb and pointer. Then pinching and pulling. Your moans fill the room. He moves behind you to let Sam in but his hands linger on your body.

Sam’s kiss is gentle, slow, passionate, he grinds against you relieving both of you temporarily. He pulls down your jeans and your underwear, the fabric sticks to your skin, drenched in your juices. “Fucking beautiful” he moans.

“Filthy” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“Shut-shut up” you snap as Sam kisses your neck and chest, causing moans to fall from your lips.

“Good idea” he smirks taking the drenched material from Sam rolling it and quickly shoving in in your mouth.

The liquid coats your lips. You can taste yourself, the smell filling your nose. You go to spit it out before his hand covers your mouth. He shakes his head. “Unless you’re gonna beg” he adds before grabbing the cuffs previously around your ankle and bounds your hands behind your back. “Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he grunts. You can feel him leave but don’t bother to look as Sam continues to kiss up your chest, Sam was by far furthers from the creat, and inhaled a lot less dust, but being human meant the side effects where still present, the effects seems to be taking longer, you can see the need but you can also still see control, Sam’s still in control of his actions… for now.

You try to spit out the drenched fabric out again but Bucky returns in time, you hear the sound of tape rip off the roll and suddenly your mouth is taped shut.

“Fuck baby this is a good look on you” he moans.

“A bit much?” Sam asked looking behind you glaring into buckys eyes.

“Looks at them, they love it, they want to be fucked so badly, I mean, look at the puddle on the bed. We could ask them to lick it clean and they would” he responds, his voice desire. Sam looks down at the fluid leaking out of you, your hole twitching with anticipation.

“He’s right, you want this soo bad… and god so do I” Sam mutters.

Afab Reader

Sam runs a finger through your slit, you can feel you pussy gush, he slowly explores your cunt. Finding your swollen, sensitive clit. A light rub sends you legs shaking, you came… from the slightest touch.

“This is going to be soo fun” Bucky moans as he starts grouping, pulling, pinching your breast and nipples. Your moans are muffled, and Bucky can’t help but laugh. Sam lowers himself and starts kissing your thigh.

“Gonna cum again and again huh, then you can have what you want soo badly” Sam smiles before diving his face into your cunt.

The mix of pleasure, pain and humiliation sends you over again within seconds. It’s so overwhelming your wiggling, trying to get away, but your head is so foggy your powers useless. Sam fiddles in his pockets before you feel your legs being spread more apart, the cold metal of the bed legs startle your hot body, then the cold metal of a handcuff around your ankle followed by a click… Sam cuffed your leg to the bed. And his quickly working on your other leg. You can’t close your legs, you cunt exposed.

Another orgasm, Sam’s face drenched. He rises.

“Oh god I wanted to make you cum under more, but god I need your pussy!” Sam grunts before pulling out his cock it’s long, big and he shoves it deep inside with one thrust.

Bucky whispers filth in your ear, call you names as sam encourages you, praise and worship.

“Filthy whore” “beautiful” “such a mess” “so tight” “little slut was this your plan all along” “god you look so good” “your taking him so easily” “your taking me so well”

Another orgasm and another, and another. Your a convulsing mess, the shakes never stop your head falls back onto Bucky shoulders as Sam spills deep inside you.

Before you could recover he lets you go and you and fall onto your back. He doesn’t care if he’s getting seconds he knows his stamina is better than Sam’s and more so on this drug and he’s more able to withstand the pain and agony it’s causing. His cock is big, not as big as Sam’s but it’s thick! The stretch will burn but you know it will be soo good. And as that thought goes through your mind his shoving into your wet, messy pussy. The feeling of the tip sends you over. As he bottoms out another orgasm, this time you feel the need to pee.. no… you squirt all over his nice dress shirt and not even the gag can muffle those moans. The sounds are indescribable. and Bucky not holding back. He fucks you roughly, pulling out and slapping your cunt, your body loved it. He’s lost all control, he’s not talking he’s just fucking like an animal.

Sam on the other hand is right by you, playing gentle with your puffy nipples.

“Good job baby, doing so well, gonna look after you, gonna make you feel better.” He mumbles, clearly tired.

your no longer not cumming, its constant, it’s beyond overwhelming, your eyes roll back. Your pussy is wreaked, you’re covered in drool, cum and your own fluid. The floor beneath a wet mess.

Buckys thrust become sloppy as your sensitive pussy starts to become numb. The drug starting to wear off. The pain gone and the pleasure becomes far to overwhelming. Bucky seed coats your insides and pulls out, waves of fluid, Sam’s, his and your own flood out and splash on the floor. Your body continues to convulse, one last long orgasm washes over you as you loss consciousness. 

…..

Amab Reader

Sam runs a finger over your slit, you can feel more pre leak out, Sam collects it on his finger and runs it over his tongue, he cups your heavy balls, and begins to pump you sensitive cock. A few light, weak pumps sends you legs shaking, you came… from the slightest touch.

“This is going to be soo fun” Bucky moans as he starts pulling, pinching your nipples. Your moans are muffled, and Bucky can’t help but laugh. Sam lowers himself and starts kissing your thigh.

“Gonna cum again and again huh, prep that sweet tight hole, then you can have what you want soo badly” Sam smiles before lowering himself his tongue running up your shaft. He swallows your dick whole, all the way down to the base.

The mix of pleasure, pain and humiliation sends you over again within seconds. It’s so overwhelming your wiggling, trying to get away, but your head is so foggy your powers useless. Sam fiddles in his pockets before you feel your legs being spread more apart, the cold metal of the bed legs startle your hot body, then the cold metal of a handcuff around your ankle followed by a click… Sam cuffed your leg to the bed. And his quickly working on your other leg. You can’t close your legs, you cock and asshole exposed.

His finger begins penetrating your tight hole. Using his spit and your cum as lube, another orgasm washed over you, you cum hard, then you have ever before. Just his finger in your ass sends you to heaven. Sam pops off you, pulling his finger away and looks up, mouth full of your seed, so much cum swishes in his mouth, it drips down his chin, he looks you in the eye before look at Bucky behind you.

“Swallow all their cum” he demands and sam does, slowly coming up to kiss your tap covered mouth.

“Oh god I wanted to make you cum under more, but god I need your ass!” Sam grunts before pulling out his cock it’s long, big and he shoves it deep inside with one thrust. It’s painful and you’re surprised your ass could stretch so quickly and he’s so up in your guts.

Bucky whispers filth in your ear, call you names as sam encourages you, praise and worship.

“Filthy whore” “beautiful” “such a mess” “so tight” “little slut was this your plan all along” “god you look so good” “your taking him so easily” “your taking me so well”

Bucky reaches down and starts to pump your cock, as he continues to degrade you.

Another orgasm and another, and another. Your a convulsing mess, the shakes never stop your head falls back onto Bucky shoulders as Sam spills deep inside you.

Before you could recover he lets you go and you and fall onto your back. He doesn’t care if he’s getting seconds he knows his stamina is better than Sam’s and more so on this drug and he’s more able to withstand the pain and agony it’s causing. And his cock is big, not as big as Sam’s but it’s thick! The stretch will burn but you know it will be soo good. And as that thought goes through your mind his shoving into your wet, messy ass. The feeling of the tip sends you over. As he bottoms out another orgasm, your cock hurts, and yet more cum spills onto you stomach and chest and not even the gag can muffle the moans any more. The sounds are indescribable. and Bucky not holding back. He fucks you roughly, and slapping your cock every so often, your body loved it. He’s lost all control, he’s not talking he’s just fucking like an animal.

Sam on the other hand is right by you, playing gentle with your puffy nipples.

“Good job baby, doing so well, gonna look after you, gonna make you feel better.” He mumbles, clearly tired.

your no longer not cumming, strings and strings of cum keep coming. its constant, it’s beyond overwhelming, your eyes rolled back. Your ass is wreaked, you’re covered in drool and cum. The floor beneath a wet, sticky mess.

Buckys thrust become sloppy as your sensitive ass and dick starts to become numb. The drug starting to wear off. The pain gone and the pleasure becomes far to overwhelming. Bucky seed coats your insides and pulls out, waves of cum flood out and splash on the floor. Your body continues to convulse, one last long orgasm washes over you as you loss consciousness.

…….

You wake up in a small white sterile room. You’re in soft Cotten white clothes. And there’s a hum in the background… your conclusion your in the med wing of a jet.

Slowly you get to your feet, you walk around the ship. You hear them chatting around down the hall towards what you assume is the main/control room.

You clear your throat and they turn to see you.

What they see you didn’t is the red mark across your face from the tape, bruises and marks on your wrist and ankles. And a lot of hickeys on your exposed neck and chest even a few visible on your thigh as you walk and the fabric rides up.

They wreaked you and they know it.

After a short and awkward silence.

“Umm thanks for the clothes, pretty sure mine were a little dirty” you laugh gesturing to the pjs.

“No problem” Sam smiles standing up “where would you like to be dropped off?” He asked.

You weren’t sure where to go, or if you even wanted to….

The feel is conflicting...

I really hope you liked it! It took ages and there’s probably a lot of spelling errors ect. Please be nice but I would love feedback on this split idea. And I kind of wanna do a part 2 let me know if you want that 💖💖💖💖💖

[catherinetcjd]

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[lisenberry]

The sweat on your skin is better than regret on your heart

Part Four! Complete! (Part One, Two, Three)

Tattoo Artist!Price x F!Reader

E/MDNI/18+

(This one gets a picture because he's too cute when he's concentrating.)

AO3

The breath left your chest as he growled against your lips, spreading your mouth open and your legs apart in one quick, feral motion.  Leaving you no choice but to lean into him or risk pitching backward.  To take what he had to give or stumble off alone. 

He tasted sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon.  The tobacco smoke caught in his mustache smelled like burnt honey.  Alone, it’d be cloying, but combined with his skin and his tongue, it was intoxicating.  Soft lips and bristling beard, you felt surrounded, nearly claustrophobic with stimulation as you fought to keep him from overwhelming you completely. 

When he broke away to give you some relief, you would have protested if you could catch your breath.  Who needed air?  Not you.  Not if you could steal it from him instead.

“Let’s take a look at some possibilities, yeah?”  He lifted you up with one arm around your backside like you were a doll and reached up under your skirt to strip your panties off with the other.

It took you a minute to glean his meaning.  Oh, yes.  The tattoo.  The reason you were here.  Still playing the game, it seemed.

“Maybe here,” you replied, breathlessly, moving a hand between you and pointing to the skin just below your bikini line.  Your skirt was rucked up around your waist and smooth surface of the seat greeted your ass, warmed by your body heat. 

Another lift and a reposition and you were on your back with the seat raised to his level.  His hair tickled your stomach as he descended upon the spot you’d chosen with his mouth. 

You liked this game, you thought as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing it between his teeth just to the threshold of pain before lapping at it and starting again.  You squirmed and writhed against the hand that held you anchored by the hip. 

If he could bring his mouth lower, move his hands further between your legs, he’d find you wet and wanting.  It pulsed and wept, throbbed at the thought of being suckled and teased in the same way.

“Where else, hmm?” he grunted, a question you felt rather than heard, as it vibrated against your core.

You reached down to touch yourself, to show him exactly where you needed him, but he swatted your hand away before you even got close.

“Uh-ah—not yet,” he admonished.  “I’ll not be rushed.”  Instead of moving down where you wanted him, he roamed upwards, slipping your tits free from the straps of your sundress with ease.  “Fucking hell.  You’re just glorious, aren’t you?” 

The appreciation dripped from his voice like the slick that melted from your cunt as he dove between them, continuing his exploration across the peaks of your nipples and valleys along the undersides.  Marking you like a map, with your arms pinned helplessly to your sides and your legs spread wide enough to accept his hulking mass.

His hardened cock frustratingly out of reach and tucked on the other side of his pants.

Love bites deep enough to nearly break the skin to the sides of your breasts, down your stomach and between your thighs.  Only when he was finished, and you were hoarse from whimpering with arousal so strong you were sure you’d levitate to the ceiling if he wasn’t holding you down, did he finally slip a long, rough finger between your folds.

When the pad of his thumb grazed the swollen hub of your clit, it was like a lightening strike.  Crackling and arching currents of white heat, clouding your vision and emptying your mind.

“That’s what you’ve been whining for, is it?”  Roughly spoken, but he rewarded you all the same.  Fondling that sweet spot mercilessly as he grinned down at you, while all you could offer was a shaky nod in response.

“I bet he never fucked you like this, did he?  Brainless and blathering.  Too worked up to speak.”  He continued his interrogation as he wrung a blinding orgasm from your pussy and undid the buckle of his pants amidst your passionate cries and relieved tears.

Bucking and humming as the shocks coursed through you, he tested the gummy, quivering pliancy of your opening with his free hand, fisting his own leaking length with the other.

If you could put a thought together, you’d be pleased to see he wasn’t as unaffected as he let on.  He hid his restraint behind a well-trained mask.

“What’s his name again, love?”

“Who?” you stammered, as he sunk in deep, forcing the stretch and filling you beyond what you thought physically possible.

A triumphant smirk, of pure male satisfaction, lit up his face.  Sweat-soaked hair curled across his forehead, and a laugh huffed from his lips as he dipped down to adjust your hips. 

“Good girl.”

*****

It was already dark when he waited for you on the other side of the curtain.  He hadn’t even bothered fastening his pants.  The black leather belt hung open at his waist as he leaned over his desk, lost in concentration.

“I’d better get back.  We have dinner reservations for nine and I have to...freshen up.”  You touched a hand to your hair, knowing it was a mess. 

The walk back to the resort would be shakier than the one that led you here.  Instead of pretending you were sober, you’d have to move your legs as if you didn’t have a load of cum soaking your panties, and a body thoroughly ruined beyond recognition.

He straightened quickly, belt buckle jingling as he turned to you, and held out his business card in his hand.

“Come back anytime.”

Examining the card bearing his name and contact information, you turned it over to reveal a drawing on the back.  A graceful bird in flight, holding a rose in full bloom. 

“It’s perfect,” you answered, and the shy smile he gave in return told you he was hoping for your approval.  “I’ll let you know when I decide where to put it.”

He’d given you so many good ideas, you just needed to pick the right one.  And wait for the inky purple marks he left behind to fade. 

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

On the left is the Yuan-ti Nightmare Speaker! These sadistic half-blood yuanti follow the Nightmare Serpent, reveling in causing terror and tormenting victims. They can change into snakes, manifest illusions of your greatest fears, and use magic to spread fear and darkness (and mage hand). And yeah, snake bottom half. meaning dual cloacal extensions for double-clit or double...you know I've been saying dick, but do you have any idea how many different shapes snake genitals can take? Spiked clubs, masses of semi-stiff fronds, all sorts of stuff.

On the right, the Ulitharid! They're a person-sized rare form of illithid. These are the elite, the mindflayers that can become elder brains one day. They see near everyone else as a lesser, HOWEVER. They're nearly as strong as an orc, have miles of telepathy range, and can grapple with those tentacles. They have the psychic power to read or control minds, levitate, drop your intelligence to that of an animal, or stun you! Plus unbelievably high confidence!

[autistic-pebbles-au]

Mini mass attack!

(And revenge but I can do that only for one person yet I'll pretend it's a triple )

Starting from left to right

(ignore the levitating guy he's my OC)

@mineourple

@hdra77

@weepinglilvessel

@ccnam-artz

@yellowldraws

[itallcomesfromhoney]

just friends | kirishima eijirou x bakugo katsuki x reader

synopsis: friends to lovers ft. fake dating

note: ahh! thank you so much for all the love on the teaser, this is the first fic i’ve actually written, not entirely sure where it’s going yet but we’ll figure that one out. i wanted some context to these three so we're starting with a first year throwback before we go straight in, let me know if you'd like more of their friendship years sprinkled in. i'm so sorry for the delay, feedback is always appreciated and feel free to pop into my inbox any time ✨

wordcount: 1.6k

chapter one

“Outta my way, nerds!”

You feel pressure between your shoulder blades and you stumble forward into the freshly red headed boy in front of you. Eijirou Kirishima catches you by your forearms and raises his dark eyebrows at whoever it was that pushed you, “That wasn’t very manly.” You follow his gaze to see a blonde figure, almost out of sight across the cement plaza already and a small black cloud appeared above your head at the sight. “What is his issue” You scowled, tiny drops of rain spit out into your immediate area, accompanied by low grumbles of thunder and Kirishima waves his hand through the thick cloud, dispersing it back into the atmosphere. “C’mon, Stormcloud, let’s find our class before you flood us all.”

You and Kirishima had gone to middle school together, quickly becoming friends and applying for UA together alongside Mina Ashido, your mutual pink friend. The three of you had managed to get not only onto the same course but into the same class, by some miracle. The pair of you walk side by side, attempting to navigate the corridors of the new school, but mostly just taking everything in. You marvel at the upperclassmen loitering near their classrooms, you can’t help but to daydream about that being you someday. Your face heats as a pretty girl with long lavender hair waves a hand at you and you quickly face the floor as she giggles to her friends, “First years are just so cute”

Eventually you both find the room marked '1-A' and slide into the class behind a small freckled boy with green curls that you vaguely recognised from the entrance exam, “…put a stick up your ass?” Your ears pricked as you recognised the voice from earlier and the room darkened as another storm cloud formed above your own head. “You’re totally joking” you grumbled at Kirishima, eyes locking onto the blonde head of hair that had shoved you earlier, at least it looked like it wasn’t just you he had beef with. Kirishima shook his head and tugged you away by your shoulders, “What are the odds”

“Whoa sick cloud” You snapped your eyes off of the angry looking boy, now arguing with a tall dark haired boy to look at yet another blonde, this time with black stripes near his eyes and a wide friendly smile. “Do you, like, make that?” He asked you, staring at the grey mass rolling above you head. You shook your head to clear my previous thoughts and the cloud dissipated, replacing itself with a warm breeze that ruffled your hair before stilling. “Oh! Um yeah, kind of?” You stammered, rubbing the back of your neck, “I can’t control it very well yet though” “Kaminari Denki, your quirk is so cool!” You introduced yourself to the ball of sunshine in front of you and Kirishima did the same. “So, what’s your quirk?” Kirishima asked the new boy and you half listened to the pair chatting as you scanned the rest of the classroom.

You recognised a fair few people from the exams, you realised, not just the small green boy, who now seemed to be locked in a tense conversation with the scary blonde. There was a small brunette girl, bouncing slightly on her toes who you were sure had some sort of levitation quirk, maybe? And oh god, there was a tiny boy with shiny purple spheres attached to his head with a spooky looking smile on his face who you distinctly remember harassing a group of girls at the exams. You spotted Mina, already making friends with a tall brunette girl a few rows down and sent her a wave before a huge yellow tube seemingly appeared at the front of the room, “Welcome, to UA’s hero course.”

— Months Later —

The Class A dorms were buzzing with activity, chatter bouncing around the hallways as everyone got ready for the school dance. “I can’t believe you actually convinced me to wear this stupid thing!” Bakugo scoffed, looking down at his suit and tugging roughly on his tie. Kirishima eyed him and laughed, “Bakubro, c’mon! It’s a dance! You can’t wear a suit without a tie.” “I’ll do what I want, shitty hair”

The boys’ banter was interrupted as the elevator opened, revealing you wrapped in a baby blue silk slip and fiddling with a small piece of hair that wouldn’t quite sit in place. “Wow! You look great Y/N!” Eijirou gasped, running a hand through his red hair. You smile at the red head and smooth down the fabric of your dress, “Thanks, Eijirou! You boys look nice” “Thanks!” Eijirou beamed, looking over at Katsuki for his opinion, only to be met with a frown. “Tsk” Katsuki made a noise of dissatisfaction. “Suit’s too tight…” Eijirou rolled his eyes at the blonde boy, “I doubt it is. It looks the same as it always-” “Shut up!” Katsuki’s scowl deepened, muttering under his breath.

You frown at Bakugo, “Is it the tie?” You ask the blonde, concerned. You knew he’d apparently been sensitive to tight clothes around his neck since his encounter with the sludge villain, not that he’d ever really admit it. “Don't get why these damn things have to be so tight.” Katsuki looked away and grunted to himself. “Hey man. You sure you're alright?” Kirishima asked, “I’m fine. Just shut up.” You stepped forward to tug on Bakugo’s tie, loosening it slightly and popping his top button open, “Is that a bit better?” Katsuki was caught off-guard by the sudden tug, but let out a small breath when he felt the tie loosen up. He turned around to face you. “Thanks or whatever” He nodded his head once, his scowl softening just a bit. You smile at him and step backwards, checking yourself over in the reflection of the large window in the common area, “Let’s go then, we can’t keep everyone else waiting” You joke, moving to leave the dorms.

The two boys fell in line behind you as your trio made their way towards the main hall, Kirishima nudged Bakugo once as they stepped into the crowd of students. “Looks like your mood is better.” Katsuki huffed in response, crossing his arms. “Whatever. I just wanna get this crap over with already” “Lighten up, Katsuki, you might even have fun” You tease, Kirishima snickered “She’s right, y'know? You’re just stubborn” “Whatever, shitty hair. I’m not having fun.” Bakugo looked away, but couldn’t hide the small smile on his face. Eijirou sighed, shaking his head but smiling back at his friend. “Eijirou and I will just have fun without you then!” You joke, grabbing Kirishima’s hand and tugging him behind you into the hall. Eijirou barked a signature laugh and let you drag him forward as Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Hey! Wait up, nerds!” Katsuki stepped forward and began following the two of you at a leisurely pace, trying his best to act stony.

As soon as you stepped into the hall you smiled, looking at all the decorations and scanning the crowd for some of your other friends and classmates. Spotting them across the room, you tug Eijirou over, you knew Katsuki would catch up eventually. The theme of the year was 'Under the Sea', the room swathed in blues and bright corals, sunny spotlights dancing around the walls and briefly you wondered if Gang Orca or Selkie had had anything to do with it. You hear a pitched squeal as you and Kirishima make your way to your classmates and you let go of his hand as Mina tackles you into a hug, “Hi! You look so gorgeous!” You feel your face warm as you thank her, repeating the comment back to her. Mina was decked out in a soft green dress, the fabric shimmering against her pink skin.

Bakugo had chosen this moment to catch up to the group, an unimpressed look on his tanned face. “You know, you could’ve waited for me you two…” He grumbles and you shoot a wink to him over your shoulder, “Where’s the fun in that?” The blonde huffs but otherwise doesn’t respond and Kirishima shoulders the other boy lightly, “You could smile, you know” he teases. Bakugo grits his teeth and looks away, fully intending to ignore his friend, but he eyes the crowd of classmates forming around you, watching carefully.

“Hi! You all look great!” You smile, spotting some of the other boys heading over. Mina, forever the gossip, lights up as she spots a particular classmate and pulls him over, Todoroki’s own baby blue tie shines on his chest, “Todoroki! You two totally match!” It was a complete accident, but his tie matched your dress perfectly, the fabrics looking as if they were pulled from the same reel, you doubted it though; it was likely that his tie cost at least triple what your dress did. The half and half boy blushes and agrees, smiling a little “Y/N, you look nice” he compliments.

Bakugo rolled his eyes at the interaction, “Blue for under the sea? How original.” You turn and frown at the blonde, “Don’t be rude, Bakugo.” You hiss glaring at him. Bakugo scoffs but says nothing else and Kirishima looks at the taller boy with his eyebrows pinched, “Why didn’t we think to wear blue” he whines; Bakugo glares at him.

You chat with the group for a while before pulling away from the group, moving off to be with Kirishima and Bakugo. “What’s wrong with you?” You raise an eyebrow at the blonde boy’s scowl. “Nothing.” He frowned, not looking at you as he crossed his arms again. “Were we supposed to wear blue?” Kirishima asks you, still pouting, you tilt your head in confusion “Why would you?” “Don’t be a dumbass” Bakugo mutters, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s directed at you or Eijirou. You shake the weird comment off, “Well if you’re going to be grumpy all night, I’ll just dance with, Eijirou.” For the second time that evening, you wind your hand into Kirishima’s and tug him towards the dancefloor and for the second time that evening, the muscular boy lets you.

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