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“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

gojo was talking about his day while you chopped stuff for dinner and smacking his hand whenever he tried to taste something, he said he would help you cook but as a good gold retriever he just stand by you watching and babbling.

megumi entered the kitchen, right after he left the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead.

the sight made your heart give one strong beat and stop.

that was man that almost took your life and satoru’s all those years ago. the man who shot a little girl. the man who made your best friend abandon everything you knew.

“gross” megumi murmurs and leaves the kitchen.

you didn’t realize what happened until he spoke. satoru was behind you, arms strongly tightened around your figure.

from megumi’s point of view it seemed he was hugging you.

what he couldn’t see was satoru’s tight grip on your hand that held the knife you were using for food with a new, darker, intention.

“easy” he whispered, helping you put the weapon down. when you came back to your senses you gasped and dropped the knife that fell loudly on the sink.

“fuck— satoru, i don’t know what came over me” you hugged yourself, feeling the scar on your chest throb.

your husband softened his grip, now properly hugging you, “do you think he noticed?” you could feel him slightly shaking.

“no, i covered you” you turned to hug him back, kissing the small scar on his forehead, “someday we’re gonna have to—“

“i know” you cut before he could say the inevitable, the scene that haunts you in your dreams, “just not now. we are happy now” his eyes were dark, unlike the crystal blue you always saw.

you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. you knew the truth weighted on satoru’s shoulder even more than yours.

“yeah… we’re happy… now” he mumbled on your neck, repeating what you said like a mantra.

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*clenches fist* hnnggggggggg yeah …. yeah…

it already took every ounce of self control he had to try and pull out. izuku already used up every bit of control to stop fucking into you, legs shaking as he slowed his thrusts until he was stilled inside of you.

“g-gonna cum, lemme pull out.” he says, brows furrowed together as he tries to calm his breathing.

you have other plans though, wrapping your legs around him and giving him a wide eye’d look, bottom lip jut out in your desperation. izuku wants to cum inside, so bad that it’s hurting him to hold on, but he can’t. he’s too young to get you pregnant, only at the beginning of his hero career. still, his eyes roll back as you lock your ankles around him, hips moving up and down against him, coaxing him closer and closer to a high he’s desperately trying to fight off.

“fuck, gotta let me pull out. can’t cum inside…. baby… baby please… can’t g-get you pregnant.” izuku’s voice is high pitched, whining as his hips continue fucking into you. his breathing picks up, growing faster and faster until he hears your soft little please that makes him almost entirely stupid.

so he gives in, telling you that it’s okay, that he’s gonna give it to you, fill you up because you asked so nicely. izuku’s a virgin, but he knows when you need something. who was he to deny you, especially when your legs were wrapped around him, fat of your thighs holding him inside of you, pulling him closer with each roll of your hips.

izuku’s head falls forward when he cums, a groan going from low to high breaking from his lips as you soothe him with quiet shushes, letting him pump you full like you asked, or rather, demanded.

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bakugou, who, even when on top, likes to have your fingers in his mouth.

something about maintaining eye contact while you shakily plug is sailor’s mouth full with two, maybe three, of your dainty little digits. the way his hips would buck into you, harder and faster, jerking when you press down on his tongue and reach down his throat for his gag reflex.

it’s cute, seeing you all teary eyed and hearing you wail like it’s nobody’s business while you finger fuck his mouth to the rhythm of katsuki’s slender hips smacking against yours. you’re trying so hard to make him feel the way you do, make him drool all over your hand as much as your cunt does on his cock.

it’s in his eyes, ruby red darkened to the shade of blood with lust, as he looks down on you and sucks on your fingers like you would his dick. slobbering on you, moaning around you with a crazed expression and spit on his chin.

you’re a mess, writhing beneath him in awe of his pretty plump lips wrapped around your fingers, kitten licking between them.

even like this, while he’s choking on the pressure from your pretty fingertips — you’re still katsuki bakugou’s sweet little baby.

it’s cold by the time he meets you on the roof, you should’ve worn something warmer, you should’ve known you were going to be waiting longer than the ten minutes sero said you would.

it’s stupid, it’s stupid how long you wait for him, it’s stupid how you let yourself get cold, it’s stupid when he finally sneaks through the roof door, it’s so fucking stupid. but you let yourself wait.

you think back to the beginning, how he’d caught you up here on your own after a particularly bad day, how you’d let yourself be comforted by him, consoled by him, held.

how it became your little ritual, he’d told you to meet him back up there tomorrow, same time as that night. how he’d done it again and again, to the point that the words never needed to be said, just a quick goodbye and a ‘see you tomorrow.’

you think about how you’d turned down plans, said you were busy, just so you could spent a few hours with him in the dark. it’s stupid.

you should’ve known really, the touches in silence, the whispering when no one was around, how he’d only give you a small wave when he was around his friends, how he brushed off their questions as him ‘just being nice.’ you should’ve known.

how could you? when he spoke to you like that, he liked the way you wore your hair today, he loves your eyes, he’s just a little shy to say more than hi when your around others.

so you let it go on, you let him make you smile, you let him get closer to you, maybe too close. you hate how it becomes the highlight of your day, how it seems to add nothing to his.

maybe that’s harsh, maybe he did seem genuinely upset when you had to cancel for finals, maybe he did miss you, maybe he just missed feeling you. he can’t, not when he’s seen with others, touching them the same way he would you, at the same parties he dismissed you for. he can’t miss you all that much.

the visits become less often, going from daily to maybe once a week, it doesn’t happen overnight, rather over the course of a few months, until you find yourself no longer expecting his messages, no longer expecting to see him, despite wishing nothing more.

you’ve tried to stand your ground, fight the smile on your face when he asks to see you, fight the way your legs seem to move on their own-

but not tonight, not anymore.

you hear him before you see him, how he climbs the side of the building, it reminds you of a night a couple weeks ago, how quickly he’d jumped from the roof at the smallest noise from the door, he’d ran. he’d ran because he didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want to be seen with you.

you feel him before you see him, when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, your legs hanging from the side of the building- “you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge angel- your quirk isn’t made for falling”

it’s stupid, the nickname is stupid, the way he somehow makes you feel incompetent but also so safe is stupid. you can’t- he can’t.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

it’s a beat before he answers, you still haven’t seen him, but you feel his hands drop from your shoulders, the step back he takes as you stand up, ready to leave.

“wait- what?”

you’d been clear, he doesn’t need anymore than what you’ve given him, he can work the rest out himself. you don’t even get past him before he’s grabbing at you- a hand grasping yours, the other pulling you by the waist.

“what are you talking about? angel- cmon what’s got you upset-” upset, your not just upset, you’ve spent time being upset, infact your done being upset, you’ve accepted this, it’s over.

“it’s nothing- i just don’t think this is working anymore-”

maybe it’s the way he looks at you, or the way he’s holding you, grasping, pleading. it almost makes you stay, makes you move closer to him, be held in his embrace.

“it’s- whatever it is- we can work it out- angel-”

he doesn’t get the last word out before your pawing his hands off you, releasing yourself from his grip, his face falls even further.

“cmon- your not actually being serious-”

but you are, and he knows it too, it’s the look in your eyes, your not waiting for him anymore.

Choso gets so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Tears rolling down his face with his head buried into your neck. The man whimpering and moaning shakily as he neared yet another orgasm.

“Ahh.. Choso baby. G- give.. nngh- give y-yourself a break.”

He shook his head, his thrusts loud and sloppy as he desperately rut into you. His breathing speeding up as he let out an uncontrollable string of whiny cries. “C-can’t!” his voice went up a pitch. “Your pussy, nngh- your pussy, o-oh fuck your pussy feels s-so,” a loud mewl. “so fu..ckkking good.”

Choso pressed his lips onto yours. Messily deepening the kiss as his tears dripped into your cheeks. “Nngh- cummin’! Cummin’ so hard— ‘s so good— so.. so- haah.” burying himself deep into you as he came. Pumping his biggest load into your overly filled cunt.

“More.” he breathed, not giving himself a chance to calm down before fucking into you once more. His hips snapping forward into your tight heat as his cum leaked out of you in spurts. Broken moans leaving his mouth every time you clenched down on his overly sensitive tip. “Wanna- nngh— wanna breed this pussy for..ever, f-fuck.” Barely able to keep himself up as he chased another painfully delicious high.

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Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.

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