mira coming up with insane dance choreography / context
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mira coming up with insane dance choreography / context
𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 has freakishly cold hands, beyond normal. holding his hand was like holding ice cubes, they melt and seep, leaking through your fingers, the cold numbs the muscles making it harder and harder to articulate what little movement is left.
like now, you extend your arm so you can take his hypothermic hand in yours. it collides with your warmer complexion, heat is transferred from you to him, and chill is transferred from him to you—creating thermal equilibrium.
“your hands are so cold,” you say, shivering from the raw chill.
megumi only give you a brief, unreadable look before turning back to his phone. you decided to cup his hand in between your palms; one flat against his, and the other rubbing gently at his knuckles.
he feels a small breath of warm air make contact with his skin and directs his attention back at you. “what are you doing?”
giving you a questioning look when he sees you blowing warm air onto his hand, again. “warming you up, of course,” you look up at him, offering him a smile you know he favours.
he looks away for a moment when his face blooms with heat. speaking more quietly this time.
“i’m not cold.”
“whatever you say.” your smile persists and you chuckle as you blow onto his hand once more.
*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.
Your f/o just knowing you. Knowing how you take your coffee or tea. Knowing what clothes you would and wouldn’t wear based on style and fabric. Knowing what makes you laugh hard. Knowing every intimate detail of your life and cherishing that they’ve been trusted with that knowledge.
To be loved is to be known.
imagine gojo saying ‘I know, sweetie, i know’ 🙈
ohhhhhh oh oh oh......nonnie that'll definitely do it.. mdni !!
he's rocking his hips into you so deliciously, caging you in between his arms so you can feel just how deep and precise he is with every single thrust. if he's not in a rush sometimes he likes to it slow down to a sensual grind; he bottoms out and his tip is flush against your g-spot while he starts to roll his hips in circles, continuously stimulating you in the process.
you're mewling at this point, babbling nonsense and leaving angry red marks on his biceps from how hard you're gripping onto him. he fucking loves doing this in missionary, he loves to see the way your eyes cross and your mouth drops open, a choked moan of his name slipping past your kiss-bitten lips. how the heels of your foot dig into the small of his back, pulling him closer while your own hips squirm with the sensation.
"s'toruuu..." you drag out, his name joining the symphony of whines he's pulling from you. you feel him nibble on your earlobe, dragging his lips down the side of your neck and then up again to your throat. he nudges your chin back with the bridge of his nose for better access before he wraps his lips around the skin there and sucks it between his teeth, smiling against you when he successfully coaxes another high-pitched moan out of you.
"i know, sweetie," he rasps against you, his voice gruff and breathy. he takes a moment to reel himself in, feeling that familiar buildup approaching steadily when you only get impossibly tighter around him in response. a breathless chuckle leaves his lips when he leans back slightly, only pulling out about halfway before sliding back in with ease. the action makes you cry out in pleasure once more, and he finds himself with an intense urge to bite down on the sudden pout on your lips. "i know..."
LEWIS PULLMAN as cameron in remarkably bright creatures (2026)
𝐉𝐉𝐊!𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐀 — Kamo clan outcast and bearer of Blood Manipulation. Quiet and withdrawn beyond the battlefield, she is rarely seen without one of her feline friends lingering at her side. Would not hesitate to give her life for those she holds dear.