#<- not rlly but jic

[sunaluvs]

♡ tags: afab + gn reader, highly suggestive so 18+ MDNI, showering, readers implied to be shorter than meguru but this is a timeskip so he can be 7ft if u wish, fluff.

♡ a/n: i haven't written anything in 2 years and this is disgustingly self indulgent. unfortunately this mans rotting my brain and i am weak. i wrote this in a daze

Through your light humming and the spray of water, the sound of a door flinging open rings clear through your apartment.

“I’m home baby!” Bachira’s voice booms through your home, the sound winding through the small space left open in the bathroom’s door, the thud of a bag and shuffle of feet following his words.

“Welcome home!” you call back, rinsing the last of the shampoo out of your hair.

You hear him do a little jog towards the bathroom, socked feet thumping against the floor, before his voice calls, “Coming in!”

That’s all the warning you get before your door is thrown open, the sounds of your boyfriend singing your name and the shuffle of his clothes bringing a small smile to your lips.

“How was your day, baby?” you ask, grabbing your bottle of conditioner and squeezing a bit onto your palm.

“Fun as always, I experimented with a few new moves,” he replies, excitement clear in his voice. “My shoulders are busted though, feels like they’re gonna fall off. I’m convinced it’s because you didn’t kiss them before I left this morning.”

You snort, rolling your eyes as you massage the conditioner into your hair, “Oh yeah, definitely, it couldn’t possibly be due to the rigorous training you do every single day.”

“Nope,” he quips, whipping the shower curtain open with a shit-eating grin, stepping in the stream of water in all his naked glory. “It’s not every single day, I get a break on the weekends.”

You hum in reply, lazily dragging your eyes down your boyfriend’s physique, the results of all his hard work. It’s all prominent muscle and compact strength, sharp, defined abs and a strong core, hulking thighs you’ve had the delightful pleasure of sitting on (and between), packing power you’ve seen used to launch countless balls precisely and ruthlessly across fields. The shape of him, embraced with golden sun-kissed skin from the summer sky, is made almost lewd with the addition of water dripping over his body, glistening and moist and trailing deliciously down to his co—

“Eyes up here baby,” he sings, stepping closer to your heating body and bringing his face lower to meet your gaze head-on, beaming at the hazy appreciation clear on your features. “You stare any harder and I’ll start getting shy,” he teases.

That snaps your eyes back into focus, and you snort incredulously, “Oh please, you haven’t known shame since you popped out of the womb. I could fill an address book with all the people who’ve seen your dick.”

He giggles and brings his hands to your hips, gliding over the wet skin, and pulls you slightly out of the water’s stream. “I’ll learn some just for you, baby.”

“Hmm, as long as you don’t suddenly start getting shy on me,” you hum, tipping your head to look at his playful expression. “You can have some shame with everyone else, though. In fact, I am requesting that you do.”

“Anything for you, honey,” he grins, pulling your chest flush against his and dipping his head to kiss you. It’s slow and lazy, wet with the lingering water on your face, his tongue licking your bottom lip like he’s savouring the feel of every crease beneath it. Bachira drags it out as he always does, but doesn’t escalate it, keeping it slow and steady as his hands slip over the soft curves of your body, caressing your waist, thumbing along your rib cage, dipping beneath the swell of your breast. Being out of the water and subjected to his teasing touches pebbles your nipples, and you release a sigh into his willing mouth. Your skin shivers, nectarous arousal gradually trickling into your gut, but there’s no urge to hasten the moment along. For a man always on the move, always looking for the next goal and next game to win, being the one Bachira slows down for is not something you take for granted. You savour every easy breath and satisfied hum he lets out against your lips and lean into his precious, languid warmth.

It’s only when his fingers lightly flick your nipples that you break apart, a string of spit connecting your lips, remaining close enough for your noses to touch fleetingly and your warm breaths to gather in the space between you. His honeyed eyes, typically bright and wide and wild, settle transfixed and heavy-lidded on yours, his gaze no less intense and singularly focused on you. It’s overwhelming sometimes to have all the world’s devotion directed sacredly at you like this, brilliant and irresistible and all-consuming. Bachira never goes halfway at anything, not at his football or his principles, and least of all you. He is persistently and overwhelmingly fierce with his adoration, an ebullient fire that never stops consuming. You’ve never loved the sting of a burn more.

“Getting a little handsy there, ain'tcha,” you murmur, thumbing softly at the grin that spreads on his lips.

“Jus’ playing with my food a bit.”

“Never learned your manners, did you?” you breathe, goosebumps rising on the skin of your thigh as it brushes against his dick, thick and slowly hardening.

“Think I just lose ‘em all with you,” he laughs breathily, the sound hanging adoringly in the steam as he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you so much today. Every day. Wish I could pack you up in my training bag and take you everywhere with me.”

You huff, bringing your arms around his shoulders and tilting your head to the side, “You don’t think staying home would be easier?”

The words give him pause, eyes fixed on yours as he opens and closes his mouth. His eyebrows furrow. The heat of the moment dissipates as your boyfriend gives your question a genuine thought.

“I mean, yeah? But—well. What about practice then? I don’t think that’d be very productive to my progress and today was actually kinda huge in terms of breakthroughs, I was finally able to get a handle o—”

You burst into giggles at the bewildered expression on his face, torn up at the choice you’ve apparently forced him to make. 

“I’m just playing, baby,” you grin back at him, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips, cooing, “I’d never be so mean and make you choose.”

He heaves a dramatic breath of relief, planting his face on your shoulders and whining, “You’re being mean now! I almost had a heart attack.”

Your chest feels full to bursting with affection. “Aww, my little honey bee, my sweet baby angel, sorry for forgetting how fragile my sensitive darling is—”

He groans and shakes his head, and you delight in the pout you can feel pressing into your skin, “You’re a bully,” he mumbles, pressing impossibly closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.

“I don’t know what you mean, I love you, sweetheart,” you laugh back at him, kissing the top of his dampening head.

His pout transforms into kisses along your shoulder as he hums, moving along the lines of your collarbones. “Yeah?” he breathes against your skin, lips curving up. “You love me?”

“Uhuh.” You indulge him, fingers playing with the hair curling at his nape. “Love you so much, Meguru. Makes me feel kinda crazy sometimes.” 

You feel the soft smile he was pressing into your skin transform into a grin, his eyes no doubt twinkling and bright with delight. “It does?”

“It does,” you repeat, using your hold on his hair to pull his face up from where it rested against your collarbones. Just as you thought, his eyes glisten with infatuation, little crescent moons as he beams up at you with a dopey smile. Your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight, profound adoration sitting in his faint smile lines and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, earnestly dripping like syrup from his voice.

“I make you feel crazy? In love? Really?” he breathes, bringing his face close enough to yours for his warm breath to fan across your lips. “Say it again. Say it, I wanna hear it.”

And who are you to deny Bachira Meguru anything?

“I love you so much, baby,” you murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose against his damp cheek. “Always make me feel so crazy, so full of your love.”

“Again,” he tries to demand, but it’s a plea, you know. A supplication, a prayer to bear witness to the fire blazing with ardour in your chest, one that burns divinely for the man in front of you. His eyes are impossibly bright, drowning you in their sea of sunny reverence, and you know that he, too, would happily walk into the sting of your own flames.

“Feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.”

“Again.”

“Can’t think properly when it comes to you.”

“Again.”

“I love you, Meguru.”

“Again.”

[castielsparkle]

drawing .............this is so so so fun actually

[spyderschaos]

Fanart for Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) by @erinwantstowrite !!! I’ve been wanting to draw this scene since that chapter came out and just now got to it lol

[kaogens]

more transgender psycho 100 im no longer art blocked

[hellboundhimbo]

uhhh hai @extra-somethin-somethin and i made a daycare au and it’s been slowly rotting our brains the last few days ^^; not giving much context bc it’s A Lot but basically team urameshi + keiko and yukina are all kids in a daycare that botan and shizuru work at, and the events of yyh are them all playing an elaborate game of pretend. koenma’s dad owns the place but he kinda dumped the responsibility onto his son to teach him responsibility even tho he’s a tiktok rotted 13 year old lmao. uhh i love these cuties so much.

[javierduffy]

sry for disappearing the depression got me (it will happen again) here's some thoughts from my head

[vanivanvanilla]

vitalasubzam week 2024 day 1: flowers / symbolism

[t4tpumpkinduo]

so sorry but nothing will be funnier than the post that was trying to frame cdrm whining to ctommy abt cq torturing him and ctommy smirking abt it as anything other than super awesome and based and cool. cviceduo sweep

[angelogistics]

do you make original art? have you ever submitted to zines/galleries and been rejected? feel like there's no place for your cool weird stuff on the internet? well, fret no more.

under the floorboards seeks to highlight artists that go unnoticed on the internet and uplift non-fanart pieces that don't get as much traction. UTF will be free to read & submit to forever and published online for the forseeable future.

officially opening submissions for under the floorboards vol 1! there's zero timeline and also i dunno how long a volume will be. each artist spotlight/ article will be posted somewhere, probably on a neocities site i'll host (or maybe mine until i get off my ass and make a second acct).

pls be open to communication either thru email or discord, as i'd love to have a casual interview component as well! shoot me a tumblr dm or email (in tags) if you're interested in being featured.

[kiwikiswia]

your feelings have been living for a millennium

[uhzuku]

so y’all remember how i was saving for sunday and fugue …

[brie-draws]

in the drawing where himiko and yukio are together, what was your inspiration for yukio's 帯締め?

Hihi!!! The inspiration behind thart sort of look is two fold-- a look reminiscent of guts and to tie it into the spider lily motifs in the outfit!

I tend to like a similar look in his clothes because of both of those things :3 You can see a similar feeling in other looks of his in varying degrees [like below]!

[eyeblocks]

Absolute ramble here sorry my thoughts are all over the place But I like how they're showing stede and his approach to violence.

so in season 1 when stede went back to barbados we got the whole "unhand me" scene with the knife and it kinda rubbed me the wrong way because it felt offbrand for stede. so i really like stede only being able to fight as a knee jerk reaction and not something he can train into.

and yeah the unhand me scene was him reacting reflexively but it felt like he went from zero to 100 and i dont think we've really seen that from him before. and yes you can make the argument that he was out of his depths and uncomfortable and on edge just by nature of his environment which made him more likely to react aggressively but still.

But now with the punch and the shot into the air, both were very much passive responses. yeah, he punched a guy but if he didn't he would have been stabbed, it was a no choice situation. and he probably had a knife either on his person or on the desk that he set down to change he could've grabbed but instead he went the non lethal route. and same with the shot fired into the air, he could've simply shot the guy either fatally or just to wound him, but instead he shot into the air. even in this immediate response to his life being threatened, stede went the pacifist route, choosing instead to simply establish himself as the person in charge of the situation who's not to be messed with rather than killing or hurting someone.

idk i just really like this and think it's super interesting. maybe i'm looking too much into it and finding things just because i want to see them but... i just think its neat :)

[starheirxero]

PLEASEEEEEEEE i need a deltarune moment but with tsams characters. could you fucking imagine the characters being able to rip control away from their player. it'd look akin to full-body tracking as they scramble around but the unloaded model on the actual player is still just standing there and would they even have a voice without the player, would they even have a personality or are they a jumbled mess of every model that player has ever used and they can't even go anywhere without the player because they don't have the vrchat menu and [passes out loudly]

[sososcareds]

text here

[haruminyuu]

toumaki

WHY ALL OF A SUDDENBDKJSIJXKJS WHATS GOING ON WINGS!!?!?