#no one comes close to this level of beauty

[theminecraftbee]

Pearl stops and stares once she gets to the front of the line at the Hermitopia Permit Office. She’s here to renew her ID, since she’s required to have a valid driver’s license for her mail carrier job she’s only recently moved here. Normal stuff, really. If it weren’t for the secret of why she’d actually moved to town, she’d have probably taken the license photo, filled out the paperwork, and left.

She is not here for a mail carrier job, and she can see things no one else in line can.

“I know, I know, I have a very beautiful face,” says the demon at the counter in the flattest affect Pearl has heard in her life. “Look, lady, there’s a line and I want to be on break, so if you’re going to sexually harass me or something can you hurry up and speedrun through doing it?“

She also doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“What?” she says.

“I mean, you’re staring at me awfully closely,” the demon says. “What am I supposed to assume? Surely you know that’s rude.”

“I’m not into men,” Pearl instantly lies for absolutely no reason.

“Okay? I don’t need to know that for your driver’s license?” the demon says.

“Right. Um,” Pearl says. She’s a little reluctant to hand the plastic sandwich bag she’d put her proof of address in over to a demon. If she’d just been a mail carrier and couldn’t See, it would be one thing, but she simply hadn’t been expected to come across the consequences of Hermitopia’s rumored hellmouth so immediately.

Or so…

The demon sighs again with an impressive amount of passive-aggression.

Pearl slides the documents to him. She watches as the demon gives everything several once-overs. He’s neither seemed to have noticed that she’s a psychic or that she’s a hunter. If anything, he seems to be trying his level best to avoid doing anything other than playing with several small desk nicknacks he has. One appears to be a magic eight ball shaped like a robot. Another appears to be a miniature game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Yet another appears to be some kind of controller for the painfully inoffensive music the permit office plays.

Frankly, they’re all almost as distracting as the eyes that cover every inch of the demon’s body that isn’t wearing the permit office uniform. The eyes glow, faint and unsettling. They move as though on a higher framerate than the universe, giving a strange, out-of-sync effect with the way the demon otherwise moves. They make Pearl’s heart pound.

Hermitopia Hellmouth. It’s real. It’s real.

The demon gives her paperwork back. “You’ll be mailed a new license at some point. Here’s the temp. Have a day or whatever.”

“Thanks, er…” She squints at his name tag. It’s in deliberately small font. “Grian?”

Grian waves her off. “If my boss gets mad I’ll tell him it’s your fault I’m not meeting KPIs. Go away.”

“Your boss must be tough,” Pearl says.

There is a long, eerie silence.

“Cub would have Stared back. I’m not paid to bother. Learn to shield better. Next.”

Pearl stands still for a beat too long before stepping out of line, clutching her temporary license in hand. The worst part is that she has to wait for the permanent one, and they’ll only mail it to the physical address she gave them. That’s the thing about government-issued IDs; they care where you physically are.

She breathes. The world’s been overwhelming since she’s learned to See, but her new organization has helped a lot. Now, she has an opportunity to help back, here in Hermitopia.

Pearl owes nothing less than her best, presuming the demons don’t come to the address they apparently have in the night, now that they know she’s here, and she knows they are. She shudders, deeply unsettled. She knows she will not sleep tonight.

(After all, for a moment—a single, horrifying, terrible moment—those hundreds of demonic eyes had seemed kind.)

[bookwormjust]

Shadows of Reassurance: Learning to Love Yourself Through Azriel's Eyes

You stand in front of Azriel, shifting awkwardly as you explain how you’ve been feeling.

“I just feel... big,” you admit quietly, looking anywhere but at him. “I have all these curves, and I’m so much smaller than Feyre, Nesta, or even Elain, but somehow I feel... heavy. Like I don’t look right.”

Azriel’s amber eyes soften, his shadows brushing against your skin like a comforting embrace. He steps closer and holds out his hands.

“Come here,” he says gently, his voice calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. You hesitantly place your hands in his, and he immediately engulfs them with his much larger ones. He lifts them slightly, turning them over so your palms face upward, his thumbs brushing along your knuckles.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. “Your hands are so small compared to mine. So delicate, yet you’ve carried so much. These hands hold my heart, Y/N. And you think you’re ‘big’?” Your breath catches as he pulls you closer. “Now, stand here,” he says, nudging your feet next to his.

He stares down at the size difference, shaking his head in disbelief. “Look at this. Your feet are tiny. Do you see how I have to be careful not to step on you when we’re walking together?” His tone is teasing, but there’s an unmistakable tenderness behind it.

He places his hands on your waist, his thumbs brushing over the soft curve of your hips. “Here,” he says, leaning down so his face is level with yours. “This is life, Y/N. This softness, these curves—they aren’t something to hide. They mean you’re healthy, strong. They mean you’re human, even if you’re High Fae now. Without this, how would you survive?” You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off, his hands now lightly resting on your thighs. “And don’t get me started on these,” he says with a small smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Your thighs fit perfectly against mine. Do you know how much I love holding you? How it feels to have you curl into my lap, your warmth pressing against me? It’s perfect.”

When you glance down at his lean, muscular frame, you can’t help but blurt, “But you don’t have any fat. Not like me.” Azriel laughs softly, the sound low and soothing. “That’s because I’m male, love. My body doesn’t prepare itself the way yours does. You’re nurturing, even without realizing it. Every curve, every bit of softness—it’s your body’s way of caring for the life it could one day carry. It’s already loving and preparing for a future that doesn’t even exist yet.” Your heart stutters, and tears well in your eyes as his words sink in.

“You really think that?” Azriel cups your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears before they can fall. “I know that,” he says firmly. “Your body isn’t just beautiful, Y/N. It’s perfect. It’s built to love, to nurture, to carry. One day, if we decide to have a family, it’ll be the first home our children ever know. And until then, it’s the home of my heart.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as his wings wrap around you protectively.

“You’re not big, Y/N,” he whispers against your hair. “You’re mine. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” In his embrace, you feel safe, cherished, and seen in a way you’ve never felt before. And for the first time in a long time, you begin to see yourself the way Azriel sees you—strong, beautiful, and utterly loved.

[kingpreciouswrld]

Spare Me (College!AU)

Summary: Attending college was supposed to be a breeze; you got your bowling scholarship and was working your way up the pro bowling ladder. It was fairly simple. Outshine every bowler you played against and keep your place as team anchor.How will you manage to hold your ground when it comes to Coach Calderu?

Warnings: none yet...

A/N: Imma be honest....idfk what tf this is. I started out confident and then the rest happened. If I looked at this longer I would've kms...kidding! (kinda) ANYWAYS- read if you'd like to? It's gonna be a multi-chapter fic...hopefully

It was the first day of practice. You were ecstatic but nervous as hell. 

You already met the head of the athletic department when you were scouted at your local Pepsi tournament. Only picking up bowling as a sport your sophomore year of High School, you quickly became one of the top girl bowlers in the state. You qualified for States your junior and senior year of high school and got named team captain for both years. 

You’ve made friends and enemies of both bowlers and coaches but you kept your head high and pushed through it. Bowling could be a toxic sport to play. The coaches and parents of bowlers could be harsh but there were people who could make it worthwhile. Your best friend, Sam, was one of those people. 

She was there when you bowled your highest score (it wasn’t a 300 sadly), she was there when you were voted in as team captain, and she was there when you bowled first place at states (even though she didn’t qualify herself). Sam, thank God, was scouted by the same person as you and you two were given the chance to dorm together and bowl on the same team again.

Getting to the designated practicing lanes, both you and Sam started stretching,

“So, are you ready to meet the infamous Calderu?”

“Dude, shut up! I’ve heard it's like she-who-shall-not-be-named!”

You rolled your eyes. You knew your coach had a reputation. She could be strict as hell but also a bit eccentric in her coaching methods. You knew for sure that Coach Calderu had many enemies within the local bowling community, your previous bowling coach being one of them.

More girls made their way to your lanes; Sam and you making small talk and getting to know them. One of the girls, however, you knew on a personal level.

“Well well, look at you, superstar.”

You tensed as you heard her voice behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to see that stupid smirk on her face. You could feel her eyes raking over your form,

“Look, Harkness, let’s just get through practice, hm?”

Agatha Harkness. Your high school ex who broke up with you over your local fame. 

It was stupid really, you loved her with all of your heart only for you to find out she was using you to get ahead herself. You caught her sexting a college coach, who you were close with, to find promises of her getting the best scholarships she could imagine. After that came to light, you immediately broke it off with her right before states during your senior year. Although now, you're questioning why Agatha had chosen the same college you were at. The college wasn’t well-known and definitely not the most chosen school bowlers flocked to.

You were still facing the lanes, trying to keep Agatha out of your sight, when you heard another voice behind you.

“Welcome girls, I’m Lilia Calderu, and I will be your coach this season.”

As the girls turned their attention behind you, you steeled yourself. Your anxiety of seeing your coach in person was off the charts. Turning around, you took a deep inhale.

It was THE Lilia Calderu and though her name should’ve struck fear in you, her presence pulled you in. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. You guessed she was in her early 50’s, her hair a beautiful brunette, and her lips…dear God her lips were a shade of red– no, it was maroon. 

You were so focused on her lips when you felt a nudge to your ribs.

The lips you were so focused on were now tight-lipped. Your eyes snapped up to take in the rest of your coach’s face to see her studying you with amusement in her eyes..

“We’re doing introductions, what’s your name and your favorite hobby” Sam whispered to you.

“Uh– hi, I’m Y/N, some people call me Y/N/N and I listen to music any chance I get.”

Thankfully, your coach’s attention moved to the next girl and you felt yourself deflate in relief. You did your hardest to pay attention now, even though you knew some of the girl’s names already, but you also did your best to try and not ogle your coach. It was highly inappropriate, right? She probably has a family; kids and a loving husband. You discreetly shook your head to get your thoughts together.

“I saw you girls were stretching before we began. Good job. Today will be a feeler day so I can see what you girls can and can’t do. I expect everyone to hit their usual marks and pick up simple spares even if they’re splits. We have four lanes to practice on. Enter your names on whatever lane you’d like and then line up for warm-ups.”

During the 10 minute warm-up before the games started, you were able to find your line on the lane fairly quickly. The oil pattern was a standard house shot and since you’ve practiced before the season, you were used to it. Sam was set up on the same pair of lanes as you and the two of you had a little wager going on– whoever got more closed frames would buy takeout for the night. You sure as hell weren’t gonna say no to some tacos tonight.

Agatha bowled on the other pair of lanes next to you guys. You were making your approach when you heard a thud behind you and a little ‘oops’ but you didn’t let it break your concentration. Your first ever bowling coach made sure of that. He would purposely drop his bowling ball or talk loudly while making your approach so you could learn to focus. You could also hear giggles behind you but paid no mind to them as you released your ball. It looked good, the release felt good, and you weren’t surprised when you got a strike.

As you made your way back to the settee area, you pointedly ignored Agatha’s glare and accepted a high-five from Sam. The girls who were giggling looked on in shock but made a point to not underestimate you again. 

– – – – – – – – – –

The first set of games went fairly well. You got over your average for all three games and were the girl with the highest scratch game and series of the practice. That also meant you won your little wager against Sam.

Even after your little stunt with Agatha, you kept your concentration, adjusting to whenever you had to spare the 7 or 10 pin and never getting a split. However, despite feeling two pairs of eyes on you, you could definitely feel her gaze on you.

You felt her sizing you up, whether it was to throw you off or if she was genuinely intrigued you didn’t know cause you didn’t dare look at her. You kept your eyes to the girls bowling on your lanes and Sam.

As you were sitting down and waiting for your turn, you felt someone lay their hands on your shoulders, giving them a little squeeze.

“So, superstar–” you felt her breath against your ear.

You sighed and tried shrugging her hands off of you, “Agatha please, not now…”

Looking over at Sam, you noticed her tense jaw before her eyes widened and she turned to face the lanes. At the same time, you felt Agatha’s hands move away as if she’d been burnt.

“So, you’re the famous Y/N L/N…”

Your own eyes widened at the cool voice behind you. You turned to see coach Calderu looking at you with amused eyes. You quickly shot up out of your seat as a sign of respect. It was only then that you noticed she was a few inches shorter than you but her heels gave her a few more inches to her height.

“I-I wouldn’t say famous, coach…” you nervously chuckled as you scratched the back of your head.

The older woman raised an eyebrow, “Oh? So being the top local woman bowler in the state isn’t a big deal? Or maybe placing 9th in the USBC Queens at only 23 isn’t a big deal either?”

Her words just made you flush even more. You didn’t think your accomplishments were a big deal in all honesty. You just wanted to keep doing what you love to do which just happened to make you better at the sport than most people.

“Don’t take your accomplishments for granted Y/N/N– can I call you that? Or would you prefer Y/N?”

The way your name fell from her lips made your knees almost buckle but you had to play it cool. You were in public and she’s your coach. This little nagging feeling you felt in her presence needed to stop. You needed to crush it under your foot and use the gunk to slide into your release form.

Bowling. Focus on bowling.

“Uh.. either or is fine coach. I don’t mind.”

“Y/N it is then….”

You didn’t know how to respond and so you just smiled and nodded your head.

“There was something I would like to discuss with you. You definitely have a great form although I can tell you haven’t had much coaching since high school. I’d like to offer you and a few of the other girls some more coaching after practices. Just those who would be the team leads and anchors of the team.”

Anchors? You were so glad she was already thinking of you as an anchor even though she had said team leads as well. You really hoped it was the former.

She laughed softly at the excitement in your eyes, “Yes, I have heard you’ve usually held the spot as team anchor and it makes sense. I’d just like to see if you’d do well with Agatha as well.”

Wait what?

You knew Agatha was an anchor in high school for a bit until you joined the team but she never seemed to have a preference until now you guessed. Was this her way of getting under your skin? Maybe she was just fucking with you. She had to be. Working alongside her would be a handful. Since you two weren’t together anymore, you were now an outlet for her snarky remarks and underhanded compliments.

“Sounds like a plan coach.”

“Good girl” she said with a smile and nod before moving to the other set of lanes. 

Good girl

Good God how were you supposed to not think of her after that.

In your peripherals, you can see her talking to Agatha and that girl, Alice, maybe? You could just imagine Agatha’s sickly sweet smile and her fake demeanor. Spending more time with her after practice was not on your bingo card today.

– – – – – – – – – – 

The first day of practice went pretty well, aside from the few girls who left during the second half of practice. You highly doubted they quit, so you assumed that coach kicked them to the curb. Sam wasn’t chosen to stay late to practice so she was putting all of her gear away while you sipped on a monster energy drink.

“I wish you could stay, I hate having to be around Agatha when I don’t need to be.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that? I thought she didn’t usually go for lead or anchor?”

“Honestly? I got no clue dude…”

You felt her presence before you felt her arm around your shoulder, “Sorry Sammy, looks like superstar here is mine for the next hour or so. Why don’t you run along now?”

“Now listen here you little shi–”

“Girls!”

Once again, Agatha removed her touch from you as if you burned her. Good, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes before turning around to face your coach.

“It’s only the first day of practice, let’s save the drama, alright?”

All three of you responded with a ‘yes coach’ before moving. Sam got all her things packed and left but not without a short hug of comfort.

You honestly didn’t despise Agatha, if you were being completely honest, you weren’t even over her completely. It was like a tug-of-war with your head and heart. Yes, she was flirting with another and she told you herself that nothing was going to come from it. On the other hand, it hurt to see someone you loved throw themselves to anyone who would give her what she wanted. 

“C’mon superstar, let’s get set up before Claderu has our heads,” Agatha said with a hesitant smile.

You rolled your eyes again and shouldered past her to get to the approach where the other girls and coach were waiting.

Coach Calderu clapped her hands in front of her and smiled towards you all, “Congratulations on being selected for leads and anchors girls! We’ll be doing four games, all of you switching positions each game, and I’ll be fixing forms and releases while seeing how well you start off the game and how well you close up the turn, are we clear on what we’re doing?”

You all answered with a ‘yes coach’ before you started the games.

The first lead was a girl named Jen, then next in turn was Alice, then Agatha, and then you.

As the games went on, you appreciated that Jen and Alice could actually keep up with you and you with them. You had an easier time bowling when you had someone who could keep up with your scores. You liked knowing that you had a team who could actually keep up with the pressure of getting a clean game– no open frames and picking up splits.

Coach Calderu encouraged all of you to take your time bowling and to not rush through these four games. She was going around to each of you and just tweaking some release forms and approaches.

When she got to Agatha, the younger brunette didn’t hold back on her subtle flirtations with the older woman; looking at your coach with big doe eyes as coach held her wrist, over exaggerating replies as if she didn’t understand what coach said in the first place, touching coach’s bicep in thanks, biting her lip…it was annoying to you in all honesty.

You didn’t know why you were so annoyed but you couldn’t dwell on the fact for too long because it was your turn with coach Calderu. Agatha had been walking towards you to tell you so, but you were already looking past her to see your coach beckoning you over with her finger and decided to ignore the younger brunette’s pout as you moved past her.

You were surprised, however, when coach Calderu handed you a bowling pin.

“I’m sure you know what this drill is about, but I want you to practice. I’ve noticed you power the ball more than letting it come off your hand smoothly.”

The older woman moved to stand behind you as you held the neck of the bowling pin in your right hand, “I want you to feel the weight of the pin in your hand. Use the weight of it to guide how your hand should fall down.” 

You tensed as you felt her hand on your left shoulder and her other hand cupping your wrist.

“Relax Y/N, it’s an easy drill, just focus,” she chuckled as she patted your shoulder and tapped your wrist.

‘JuSt FoCus Y/N, It’S aN eAsY dRiLl Y/N’...it was harder than it should’ve been, whether you didn’t want to fuck up such an easy drill in front of your gorgeous coach or whether you were gay panicking, you didn’t know.

You took a deep, steadying breath– bowling, just think of bowling– you felt the weight of the bowling pin in your hand, letting it fall to your side with a practiced ease. 

As you went to bring your arm up in your upswing, you felt coach Calderu stop your movement as she grabbed your right forearm, “There! That’s what I’m talking about, you’re starting to twist your shoulder.”

The brunette moved to stand in front of you and placed her hands on your shoulders, “Keep your shoulders straight, once you start twisting, you’ll throw off your whole stance which means–”

“-twisting my hips as well.”

Coach Calderu smirked, “Good girl, now–” she moved behind you again and surprised you as you felt her hands hold your hips and pushed down on them slightly.

You took the hint and bent your knees into your approach stance, letting a shaky exhale as her touch lingered for a bit longer than necessary.

“-remember to stay low, let the weight of the ball guide you, keep your shoulders straight, and follow through on your release, I want to see you pat your shoulder afterwards.”

As you were already on the approach and in your beginning stance, the older woman switched out the pin in your hand for your bowling ball to which she huffed as she picked it up, “Jesus Y/N, what weight do you use?”

“15 pounds for my strike ball, 12 for my spare ball,” you blushed.

You did bowl with a heavier ball, you liked it though. It carried through the pins better and it gave you extra muscle, why would you complain?

Apparently coach Calderu didn’t complain– she just hummed after she handed you your ball, squeezing your bicep as she passed.

You shook off your nerves and did your best to stop mentally screaming and crying from the lingering touches of your coach. Exhaling, you made your approach making sure to keep low and loose. As you let go of the ball, you let your left foot slide forward, your right foot flaring out behind your left, and following through the motion of your release, making sure you pat yourself on your shoulder. 

You let your arm come down and swing for a bit as you watched the ball go down the lane. You threw fairly straight but your ball curved to the left and you watched as it hooked into the pocket and knocked down all the pins in a big wave.

Straightening up, you turned to see coach Calderu with a proud smirk, “Atta girl…”

– – – – – – – – – – 

As you all finished the last game, coach Calderu gathered you guys into a huddle.

“I think I’ve made my decision. Congratulations to Alice and Jennifer, you two will be the team leads for the season. Agatha and Y/N, you two will be the team anchors. Now…”

You mentally fist bumped yourself. You were so fucking happy things were going your way for bowling. It’s not like you didn’t mind being a team leader, but you didn’t trust anyone else to pull through at the last second of the game like you usually do. Anchors of the team make the most impressions in games, it’s usually up to the anchor to see if your team won or not. You loved the pressure and having eyes on you as you bowled. It did make you a tad nervous but you loved proving people wrong most of all.

The group scattered, leaving only you and Agatha. She nudged you back into reality and you looked at her with a raised brow, “Is there a reason you’re so touchy?”

“Y/N–”

“No. I don’t want to hear it, Agatha.”

You started to put your sneakers on and put away your bowling gear but Agatha just couldn’t leave you alone. The young brunette sat in front of you, her chair facing backwards as she leaned against the backrest.

“I know you don’t but I’d really like to talk to you…please?”

“I have plans with–”

“-with Sammy, what do you even see in her?”

You whipped your head up to look into ocean eyes, “What?”

“I’m not stupid,” Agatha hissed, “You and Sammy were always close, its no wonder you two would go to the same college and even dorm together. What are you thinking?”

You inhaled sharply before standing, “I don’t even know what you’re implying but I know for sure that she wouldn’t sabotage a friendship to sell herself out just for a scholarship.”

Gathering your things, you left Agatha to stew while you glanced towards your coach.

She was in mid-conversation with the owner of the alley when she caught your eye. The older woman sent you a smile and gave you a small nod before returning to her conversation.

You smiled back and waved in response before sighing and taking your cue to leave.

Sam was definitely going to get the tea from you today. As long as she had those tacos ready for you, there shouldn’t be a problem for the rest of the day.

[precupid]

like a fool ─── (twenty.)

HEESEUNG SENT A TOTAL OF FOUR TEXTS TO HIS GROUP CHAT EARLIER.

heeseung [1:24PM]: any good boba places.

beomgyu [1:24PM]: gongcha <3

heeseung [1:30PM]: fuck you.

heeseung [1:31PM]: yk gongcha is EVIL

heeseung [1:31PM]: my rival and arch nemesis works there.

jeongin [1:32PM]: he was so mad he didn’t reply for a good 6 minutes

Now, usually Heeseung would reply to that, but because he’s stumped, he won’t reply. Or rather, he can’t. He scoured the entire map of the Metro Vancouver area and can’t come up with a good place to get you boba.

Like the genius he is, Heeseung picks 9 different local boba places and places 9 boba orders. All of the drinks are similar in base, topping, and sweetness and ice levels. Thank God his mom’s payment came through that morning.

One by one, the boba orders show up in the lobby, and every time, Heeseung takes the elevator up and down to grab them. He’s pretty sure the concierge thinks he’s insane, but there’s no helping that. Heeseung is kinda insane. For you, at least.

At exactly 4PM, Heeseung gets a text that wakes him up from his mid-day nap.

my rival (don’t reply.) [4:00PM]: good luck.

my rival (don’t reply.) [4:00PM]: don’t fuck it up

heeseung [4:02PM]: lol love the drag race reference

Tossing his phone to the side, he realizes that you should have already been home. He laid down around 2PM, which means at 3PM, you should have gotten home and the two of you should have had all eighteen bobas together.

Heeseung gets up, frazzled, and ends up kneeing a hard rock-like surface at the side of his bed. A groan emits from the rock and he realizes he just kneed you in the head.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble. “Is this how you wake someone up?”

Heeseung watches as you get up slowly and rub the spot he kneed. You slowly make your way on to the bed and rest your head on his pillow, as he frantically gets up and rushes to the kitchen for some ice.

What an idiot!

First, he doesn’t plan your first date, then he knees you in the head on your second date. He must look like a complete fool.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung asks once he’s sitting next to your form, holding a sandwich bag of ice to your head. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were there—“

“Can you kiss me now?” you interrupt his sentence, your tone sounding almost irritated. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

Heeseung immediately shuts up and places a hand under your chin, his thumb running against your bottom lip slowly. You make eye contact for a brief second and Heeseung can’t help but take a mental photo of you. You’re obviously flustered, your hair fanned across his pillow, your eyes darting back and forth between Heeseung’s eyes and lips. You’re beautiful. The view alone makes Heeseung breathless.

As he leans down, you get up and his forehead bonks against yours and you fall back down, groaning.

“Heeseung!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Don’t get up,” he mumbles in apology. His eyes close as he closes the gap presses his lips to yours. Your lips are soft and you taste like a minty cherry lip balm. He can feel the palm against your cheek begin to sweat, hopefully you don’t notice. Heeseung’s heart is racing faster than ever—he’s afraid he might die on the spot.

You, on the other hand, seem so relaxed compared to him. You pull him closer by the collar, smiling slightly. You don’t seem as flustered as Heeseung, but when he pulls away and rests his head in the crook of your neck, he can feel just how feverish you are and how your heart rate is just as fast as his, if not faster.

“Be mine?” he asks, lips brushing against the skin of your neck.

You laugh, “Yes. But I’m scared—“

“I’m not scary, I promise!”

“Heeseung, you kneed me in the head.”

“Accidentally!”

You laugh again and Heeseung can tell you rolled your eyes playfully. Patting his shoulder, you mumble, “Get the boba now.”

“About that… I may have ordered eighteen drinks for just the two of us,” Heeseung states.

You narrow your eyes in thought, “Are you like a fool, or something?”

“Yes. A fool for you.”

Bursting out into laughter at his confession, you bring yourself to confess also, “I’m also a fool for you.”

Heeseung would be lying if he said he didn’t feel the least bit giddy at what you said.

(nineteen.) / masterlist / (twenty one.)

summary. who cares if you’re desperate? who cares if you’re pathetic? who cares if you’re a loser? pay them haters no mind, because your roommate, lee heeseung, is gonna fall for you one day! fortunately for you, that day may be sooner than later.

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[mirai-e-jump]

TV Life, 2/14/2025 Issue ft. Chinen Hidekazu & Miyazawa Yu (translations below)

Publication: January 29, 2025

GavvPare! Vol.11 (Chinen Hidekazu)

-Episode 19 was the most difficult broadcast so far…-

Shouma, who's been fighting together with Hanto up until now, has gained a new ally named Lakia. For Shouma, Lakia's also a Granute, so he's a reassuring presence, as they're able to understand each others problems and struggles that only Granute's can relate to. Since meeting him, I feel that the loneliness he feels within his heart when fighting together with Hanto is slowly easing. Lakia is played by Kohei-san, who's my tokusatsu senior, and I'm learning alot from him on a technical level every day. During times when I express my ideas of "doing things this way," he'll immediately responded with, "Alright then, I'll do it that way." I've been saved countless times by his willingness to adapt, and I feel that he's really reassuring to perform with. It's kinda similar to the relationship we have within our roles. The scene where Gavv and Vram confront each other in episode 19, which I worked on together with Kohei-kun and Vram's Eitoku-san, was honestly the most difficult one out of all 20 episodes that have currently aired. I Personally thought the scene in episode 14 where he fights Siita and Jiip was one of the most intense scenes, but this time, it was even harder than that. I also had to consult with Director Sugihara and come up with my own movements for the action scene after his transformation is cancelled, so it was both mentally and physically challenging. Still, because I was able to overcome this challenge, it gave me confidence, and I feel that I've taken another step towards growing.

At the end of episode 20, Hanto finds out that Shouma is a Granute. Furthermore, Lakia, who he believes is an enemy, was also there, making the situation even worse…Shouma is filled with regret and remorse for not telling Hanto, but how will he act from episode 21 onwards to make Hanto understand? At the same time, a mysterious assassin will also make his appearance, and the intense developments will continue. Please look forward to it!

Q: What do you want to accomplish this year?

A: I'd like to visit the Izumo Grand Shrine in Shimane. I went to the Samukawa Shrine in Kanagawa before I was selected for Gavv, and I think that I passed the audition because of the blessings I received there. That was the beginning of my interest in shrines, and now I'm most drawn to the Izumo Grand Shrine.

Off Shot: How they looked while taking a break from filming. Out of nowhere, the "pretending to be asleep championship" began. The competition was to see "who can sleep more realistically." It was a battle that seemed to be evenly matched. If you look closely though, you can see that competitor Chinen's right hand is clearly extended. A fatal mistake! In contrast, competitor Kohei mockingly leaned on his opponent's shoulder, and even showed his beautiful sleeping face to the camera!! As you'd expect, it's a "shining" combination! Shoji-kun's side won this match! Let's get revenge next time…!! _

BakuDAYS Vol.23 (Miyazawa Yu)

-I've learned that love for the production is important-

Everyone, did you watch episode 45 the other day? The scene where Sakito and Byundi dive into the crowd who were criticizing the Boonboomgers while Taiya and the others were worn out personally warmed my heart…! Even when I was actually acting out my part, the extras, along with the atmosphere on set, was really great. I was very impressed by the wonderful scene that we all created together.

Not long before that, Ishiro's betrayal in episode 43 was revealed. Along with the fact that he was acting alone more often, I had some questions regarding Ishiro's actions, but personally, I interpreted it with, "Maybe he's secretly investigating something for the Boonboomgers?" So, when I read the script, I was shocked. I think I was able to incorporate my genuine reaction into my performance.

Until I had firmly established his character, Sakito was a very difficult role for me to play. He's not simply a cheerful character, and he doesn't have a dark side either. It was a great learning experience for me being able to create his character together with the Director, all while discussing how to express a balance between his positive and negative parts. Boonboomger is a production that each and every one of the staff and cast members approached with love and passion, and I think that's why so many people love it. This year once again made me realize how important it is to have a deep love for the production and its characters when creating a show!

There are only two episodes left in the series. Before reading the script for episode 46, I too thought, "Is this really the end?," but from here on, the story will continue to unfold in an intense way that'll make it so you won't take your eyes off of it for even a second. Please enjoy it until the very end!

Q: The most "cranked up" thing that's happened to you recently?

A: During the New Year holiday, I returned home for the first time in a long time. I had previously received the news about them, but it was the first time I met my hometown friend's child, and they were so cute and cranked up! I was happy to see my family and friends who've been so supportive of me over the past year.

BakuageSHOT: Boonboomger is finally coming to an end. I'm going to miss it, but I'll run towards the final episode while feeling cranked up!! This is one photo of us warming up between scenes at the warehouse! How will things turn out in the end?! Everyone, please look forward to it!

[averagefungus]

Although Videogame music usually does suck to listen to outside of its intended context, there are some songs like Redial that just work on its own. One of the songs I can listen to the most without getting sick of it. I think the best description of the original Redial on Bomberman 64 was that of Elevator music, but this remake I think is the best version of the track to listen to.

2. The Flying Beagle album by Himiko Kikuchi is a masterpiece. I remember seeing the cover on youtube way back in highschool and on a whim decided to listen, because of the funny beagle. My mom has always been a jazz fan, but this was my gateway drug to other Jazz Fusion artists and bands like Casiopea, Spyro Gyra, and Masayoshi Takanaka, instead of just listening to what she was a fan of. Baby Talk in particular is a dance track for me, this is the perfect groove.

3. This is Rayman music. Not literally, but in essence and soul. Without a doubt the silliest song that'll be here, Geerts whistling ability has made him infamous in competitive whistling, as literally no one can come close to what he's capable of. You could trick someone into thinking that the whistling was a proper instrument, but no thats some dudes lips and his lips alone. This piece is the embodiment of "Bitches love me for my whimsy."

4. I don't exactly remember when I learned about this piece, but I can guarantee it's something my mom was listening to and I asked about. That classic jazz love from my mom is most obvious in older songs like this. This is the easiest song I think when you imagine an AMV created for your original characters since the divide is made so strong and obvious.

5. This is the best instrumental ever made. The year I don't listen to this is the year I died. Even ytpmvs with the slightest care put to audio mixing become divine with this. The original sample from David Bowies Space Oddity is euphoric to listen to on its own, and expanding it into a full beat like this has created, indeed, the best instrumental ever made. The full song feels like a bonus over this. Some special herbs and spices indeed.

6. Remember when I brought up Casiopea 4 or so paragraphs ago? I do! Im a sucker for Jazz Fusion, as stated, and Casiopea is basically THE emblem for Japanese Jazz Fusion, as I had learned when trying to find more artists. This songs just really nice and lovely. I still need to experience more of their catalogue, but for the time being I enjoy this track.

7. You know love songs pronouncing how much you appreciate someone? This is the opposite. Use this to break up with a toxic ex. Tell a girl to fuck off and then have a beautiful trumpet solo. As a Tuba player I'm biased for brass but even based on that, it's still beknownst to be a banger. Brass Bands in general I think are underrated, I would've brought up Fanfare Vagabontu if Spotify gave me the chance. The No BS Brass Band overall is a group you should look out for.

8. An exception to the VGM rule are title screens. Because you don't do anything on a title screen except change the settings and maybe relax a bit before jumping in, this is just a wonderfully chill bossa-nova beat. De-Blob is a cult classic for good reason, I really ought to beat the whole thing instead of playing level 1 over and over like I did when I was younger.

9. Does it count as VGM if you found it from a MVC3 Doom montage? (No but ask this to piss off your friends) This song speaks for itself, its an absolute banger. "Top it off, now they're playing victim and the violin/Dripping the color envy, more greener than Ireland." is a pair of verses I repeat to myself Ad-Nauseam. I only discovered this song in particular late in 2024 and it still took the #1 spot by a landslide. DOOMs entire career could make for essays from me, especially as I read further into his history and learn more of his albums, but sometimes you just want to cherry pick 1 wonderful slice out to indulge in you know?

10. Picture this.

It's been a long day. You've been spending the past day with a group of friends you've developed around competitive gaming. You just went to a small tournament, but for yourself, it's the biggest you've ever seen. Lined with arcades, you played for hours until the sun has long disappeared. And while reminiscing on the road, where conversation has died down where your faces are only illuminated by the street lamps passing by. And this song comes on...

And its been. Half a decade.

It's silly to use a funny Omni-Man meme to describe this, but I don't really know how else to represent it emotionally. Whether this tournament was pre or post pandemic matters less and less every year. The Time still slips away. I know that I will forget their faces, forget their names, and the joy that day brought will be an ache in my heart. I miss my friends. I miss them a lot.

Of course, as a tag game I can't just leave it on that sour note, so for tags I summon @ape-of-no-state @door-insurance @am-i-gay-test @smorzinc @bubblewonderabyss @t1mmytim @autogeneratedkahootnickname @lemmon-grove @sagerenard

Join if you'd like, I personally just really like writing about art! :D Maybe I'll make a part 2 of music I listened to outside of Spotify, since I know my tastes are informed by whats available, and there are plenty of artists who don't use Spotify for a good reason.

On repeat 🎶

thanks for the tag @badhairred !!

shuffle your “on repeat” playlist and add the first ten songs, then tag 10 people

Pain is Cold Water - Live From Fenway Park by Noah Kahan

Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

童话 by Micheal Wong

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl by yuele

Look Who's Inside Again by Bo Burnham

Love Me Anyway by Chappell Roan

Falling Stars by Max LL

Save Rock And Roll by Fall Out Boy

Caramelldansen by Caramella Girls

Tagging the html tryhard gang u.u @hatsukoi-neidhardt @jihnari @voiider @mystyrust @yuureitheghost @gumbabunny @starryjellyfishies @amethystheart2421 @gifbot @jadedandconfusedao3

[pensat-i-fet]

Training photo or cover of a magazine?

[kurithedweeb]

I just learned why Shad hates Irene in canon and knowing what I do now about everyone’s favorite the Matron, I can say with my whole heart,

What the hell, Irene

[smol-blue-bird]

today in insane anti-intellectualism: I just saw a post about how aspiring healthcare practitioners shouldn't take classes in biology and chemistry because those subjects are useless and bad. ????

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader.

WC so far- 20k

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

Soooo this is a tease of a full fic- Pour it up

permatags- @alt--er--love @seeing-stars-alt @nanasukii28 @labelt-san @makingtimemine @cuntphoric @n1vi @aldebrana @indiewritesxoxo @loafteaw @moonlitwitchdaisy - also taggingggg- @naammiii @msniks @1worm1 <3

[geneviveleocardius]

crying over movies

and pregnant with simon riley’s baby

the sound of your sobs cuts through the quiet of the house, sharp and raw. simon drops the knife he’s been using to chop vegetables, his heart lurching in his chest. it’s not unusual for you to cry these days—pregnancy hormones have been working overtime—but this… this is different. this is gut-wrenching, the kind of crying that makes his pulse race with worry.

he rushes into the living room, where he left you curled up on the couch watching after sun. the sight that greets him stops him in his tracks. you’re a mess, your face red and blotchy, tears streaming down your cheeks, big eyes wide and glassy as you clutch a pillow like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

“love?” his voice is low, calm despite the panic clawing at his chest. he crouches in front of you, his hands reaching out to cradle your face. “what’s wrong? is it the baby? are you in pain?”

you shake your head frantically, your sobs hitching as you try to speak. “n-no, it’s not—” a deep breath, and then another sob escapes. “it’s not the baby. it’s—oh my god, simon, it’s just—”

he watches you, his brows furrowed, utterly baffled. “just what?”

“the movie!” you wail, throwing your arms up dramatically. “it was so sad, simon! and—and then i started thinking about us and the baby and—and—oh my god, you’re never gonna be a single parent, okay? i’m never leaving you!”

his eyes widen at the declaration, and he blinks, stunned. “what tha—?”

“and you have to promise me, simon,” you cut him off, your voice shaky but insistent. “if something’s ever bothering you, you’re gonna tell me, right? we’re a team, and i love you so damn much, okay? you can’t ever leave me, because i’d just—” a hiccup. “i’d die without you!”

he stares at you, his lips parted slightly, trying to process the flood of emotions pouring out of you. he’s used to your mood swings by now—the tears over burnt toast, the laughter that turned into crying because of a stupid dog video—but this? this is a whole new level.

you’re still sobbing, your breaths coming in hiccupping gasps, and his heart aches in a way he doesn’t quite understand. “love, you’re gonna hyperventilate,” he mutters, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms. you melt into him instantly, your hands clutching at his shirt as you bury your face against his chest.

“i mean it, simon,” you mumble, your voice muffled by his shirt. “i’ll never leave you. you’re stuck with me forever.”

he lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “bloody hell, i should hope so. wouldn’t have married you otherwise, yeah?”

“and the baby,” you continue, ignoring his attempt to lighten the mood. “we’re gonna be the best parents, and—and if you ever think i’m not doing enough, you have to tell me, okay? i’ll do better. i swear.”

“sweetheart,” he says softly, leaning back so he can tilt your face up to look at him. your tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes might look like a disaster to anyone else, but to him, you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “you’re more than enough. you’re everything. and you’re not going anywhere, yeah? we’re fine. we’re better than fine.”

your lower lip trembles, and more tears spill over. “i just—i love you so damn much, simon. you can’t ever leave me. promise me.”

he exhales, a soft huff of disbelief, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re unbelievable, you know that?” he mutters against your skin. “but alright. i promise. i’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. happy?”

you nod, sniffling, and wrap your arms tighter around him. “so happy.”

he holds you close, his large hands rubbing slow circles on your back as your sobs gradually quiet into soft hiccups. he’s still not entirely sure how you got from a movie to this existential meltdown, but one thing’s for sure: he wouldn’t trade this chaotic, hormonal, beautiful mess for anything.

[pacofprunes]

let me help ya’ relax.

thanos / player 230 x reader (squid game)

warnings — noncon, public (voyeurism), tears, kissing, use of the word bitch, use of the word rape, pussy kissing, choking, slight / barely but manhandling,

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“hey beautiful.”

“the hell?”

standing right in front of you, or rather over you, player 230. it was night and everyone was asleep or sitting in a corner somewhere. you didn’t know this guy besides seeing him the first two games and seeing him act like a fucking lunatic. you sit up and gather yourself.

“what do you want?”

“oh you know, just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.”

he does a cheeky smile. you stare. what do you even say to that. thank you i guess…?

“uh—”

“no need to thank me, it’s what i do. just such a great fucking guy right?”

he picks at the cross on his neck before pulling a pill out and holds it out to you.

“you use?”

“what?”

“drugs. do you do drugs? or have you done them before?”

how the fuck did he manage to bring his shit in here for one, and for two; why the hell is he more worried about doing drugs rather than living. that’d be the last thing you’d be thinking about.

“no. i dont do them and i dont have any interest in that.”

he does a fake pouty face.

“come on babe, loosen up ya’know? don’t wanna stress your pretty little face out.”

he pops the pill in his own mouth. where was this guy going with this? he clearly wants to stay here, hence the big blue ‘O’ on his jacket. so if he’s bored he should go talk to the people on his side. how the hell could you relax watching people you’ve gotten close to or even have just spoke to once die? meanwhile this dudes been jumping around having the time of his life while he’s been here. if this game ended tomorrow, he’d join it again a million times over. or maybe he wouldn’t but the drugs in his system sure as hell would.

“yeah, no… i appreciate your kindness but i don’t even know you and i think i’m just gonna lay back down.”

he grabs your hand and starts shaking it aggressively.

“my names thanos, it’s great to meet you! now you know who i am.”

he smiles again. you just stare. that’s not how it works at all. you could tell he was waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just brush it off and tell him again you’re going to lay back down. before you go to turn over and lay though, he grabs your face with both of his hands and presses your lips together into a deep kiss. he holds you there for a good while, and it felt like you were suffocating.

“what the fucks wrong with you?”

“baby, you could be my new drug! change that ‘X’ into an ‘O’, we’d be absolutely unstoppable!”

“this is real life you idiot, not some fucking video game!”

you slap his hand away from you and try telling him to get lost, but he just grabs your wrist and pushes you back onto your bed. you yell at him to get the fuck off of you but he just presses a finger up to your mouth hushing you.

“sex is a great way to relieve stress. just let me make you feel good. don’t be too loud though, unless you want the others to see us. but by all means, do it. it’s only going to make me harder.”

he laughed and winked at you. you suck the air through your teeth and he still holds onto your left wrist with one of his hands while letting the other one push at his chest. you’re more cautious with your voice level now and in a whisper you try again to get him to go.

“i don’t want to have sex with you, can you just go? go jack off in the corner or mess with literally any other girl here!”

he ignores you for the time being and goes to push your pants down, but with your free hand you grab his hand to stop him.

“gee babe, how sweet of you to wanna hold my hand! but uh, i kinda need it to get to the fun part.”

he ignores your hand continuing to grab at his, not proving to be much use at all besides annoying him. he pushes your pants down, and then your panties to your ankles; acting as sort of some form of restraint. it would prove to be somewhat more difficult to kick at him now as your footing would get caught in the pant legs. he sits up off of your chest finally and starts to pull his pants and boxers off. you wanted to scream at him so badly to get off of you, to scream for some help, but you knew nobody would and all they’d do was watch. it wasn’t anybody’s problem and they weren’t going to make it theirs.

he cups your sex and starts rubbing circles at your tiny little hole to get you all soaked and ready for him. he leans down and he kisses it. he was literally about to start making out with your fucking pussy.

you squeezed your eyes shut and a couple tears come sliding down. god, first you’re in this game that seems normal, then people around you start getting shot, nobody wants to go home, and now you’re getting rapped by some crazy ass drug addict that calls himself fucking thanos. thanos! you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his thumb on your face and him wiping your tears. you slightly open your eyes and he kisses you again. this time with your free hand you push as hard as you can at his face. he moves back and he makes an ‘ow’ face and rubs his forehead. he grabs your used to be free wrist and just pushes it to your side and holds it there.

“it’s always the prettiest bitches that play fucking hard to get.”

he lines up his cock with your somewhat wet hole. he maybe would’ve spent a little more time prepping you but you just ticked him off and he wasn’t going to help you anymore than he already has.

“it’s alright, i’ll have screaming my name and this whole place will know it by the time we’re done baby!”

oh god you were gonna be sick. you feel the sudden intrusion and you immediately tense. biting your lip back from screaming and shaking your head, tears flying left and right. you try to bend and claw your fingers at his hands that are holding yours down but it proves to be futile. you yell at him, while still keeping your voice down to stop and that he’s gotten enough and that he should go.

“agh—please—”

“please? you—fuck’—you want me to please keep going? well you don’t have to tell me that, i was already going to!”

he keeps a fast pace going, and the bed might as well of slid off of the shitty bars it was being held up on. everybody sleeping above you could definitely feel the whole thing moving. you try to fish your legs out of your pants legs to at least have some sort of way of pushing him away but it proves to be slightly harder than you thought.

“fuck babe—you feel so—fuck- so fucking good.”

he sucks the air through his teeth breathing heavy, while you’re doing the opposite and holding your breath.

“god you’re so tight, and you’re so — m’- so hot. i wish i could feel every inch of your — agh - you’re body but you’re too much of a fucking bitch, so i gotta keep ya’ still.”

he stops at an in thrust and moves his face down to yours, causing his cock to go deeper in you and causing you to bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. he presses his forehead to yours, your sweat causing them to almost stick together. he whispers to you while keeping perfect eye contact.

“but you’re my fucking bitch right? you’ll be my dumbed out little whore, baby. should get a tattoo on ya’ that says thanos’s bitch.”

he laughs, now moving down to your neck, starting to kiss all over it. leaving sweet marks all over as he starts thrusting into you again. you just feel his heavy hot breath against your neck and you just stare up at the bars above you and hold in the choked up sob threatening to come out. you feel his cock tense in you, threatening to shoot his load out and your eyes widen. he starts thrusting harder. he lets go of both your wrists and before you can even breathe out, relieved from the slightest bit of less pressure, he wraps both his hands around your throat and looks you in the eyes the whole entire time.

“come on bab — fuckk’- babe. look at me pleas- come on, watch how good you — you make me feel.”

you start to scratch at his his hands and his arms. he’d most definitely be marked up all over by the morning. finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe. you finally decide to look him in the eyes, sending him a pleading look to stop and to quit choking you, your face slowly starting to turn a shade of blue. upon your eyes looking at him, seeing those teary orbs and pleading face, it sends him over the edge. he sends a curse your way before he surprisingly pulls out, his load going all over the bed. he lets go of your neck and pulls up his boxers, falling on top of you. his weight making it hard for you to completely catch your breath. you start to choke and hiccup on your own tears before he looks up at you and strokes his hand across your face, catching a few tears in his hand.

“i told you it wouldn’t be bad at all. don’t you feel a little more at ease now? are you prepared for the games tomorrow?”

not at all. was he fucking delusional? he lays his head back on your chest, looking up at you like a child, and rubs his hands up your sides.

“tomorrow when we vote, you better change to an ‘O’. wouldn’t want my pretty girl to betray me after all.”

he does a fake pout at the end of that. you go to sit up to pull your pants back up but he stops you.

“uhm, allow me. wouldn’t want you to do any hard labor! i’ll take care of it all for ya.’”

he pulls your panties and your pants up and sits up off of you, getting his own pants situated. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, looking at you in your eyes with a smile, your eyes still watering. and you send a glare his way.

“ouch babe! you hurt me here.”

he smacks his chest a couple times where his heart was.

“i’d stay here and sleep with you, but my friends will want a piece of you too if they find out that’s what i did tonight.”

you shudder at the thought of that.

“but dont worry. i’ll see you tomorrow. i’ll see ya at breakfast, yeah?”

he pulls you in for one long kiss and you push him away and he almost falls into the next bed over. he grabs at his heart again dramatically.

“ugh, i don’t wanna leave you. we’ll talk tomorrow though, kay? maybe have some more fun too.”

he winks at you again before turning over his shoulder and literally skipping away, running with his arms in the air and his hands in fists. you just hug your knees, crying into them, and now more than ever you wanted to go home. god this was so fucked. you just wanted to go to the bathroom and wash all over yourself but you knew they wouldn’t let you in. you just keep a tight grip around your knees, trying to find some sort of solace while you’re stuck here.

[kurooh]

hey! could you please write something where the mha men catch you masturbating?

CAUGHT ! — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. he’s offended that you didn’t call him to make you cum.

⟡ feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijirou, takami keigo.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, masturbation.

— MIDORIYA IZUKU.

“baby, could i use your vibrator on you?” izuku pads towards the bed and sits in front of you, eyes meeting yours shyly. his freckled cheeks are pink and only turning a darker red as you take a moment to think.

“sure, ‘zuku.” you smile softly, spreading your legs and leaning back as he picks up your sticky wand. “you know how to use it?”

izuku shakes his head, “no, but i want to learn how.. i was watching you a little earlier.”

“oh..” your cunt twitches at the thought of him looking in on you masturbating — moaning his name, writhing on the bed in bliss. and knowing izuku, he was rock hard the whole time and palming himself through his pants.

“i’m sorry, baby, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so beautiful, and—”

“no problem, izu.”

he clears his throat and presses the vibrator to your puffy clit, and just the light pressure has you whining his name. when izuku switches it on, he accidentally turns it up to the highest level, causing your back to bow right off the bed as a sharp gasp escapes your lips.

without thinking much about the intensity of the vibrator, he presses it against your clit harder while nudging your closing thighs apart with his free hand.

“oh, izu, t-that’s too high, you need to turn it down!” your body twists on the bed, hips jerking, so he plants a scarred hand firmly on your pelvis to keep you as steady as possible. “it’s too much, fuck, i’m gonna—!”

“shh, i know baby,” izuku hushes your gasping moans and shaking voice easily, “i’m listening..”

— BAKUGO KATSUKI.

“what the hell?” as katsuki pulls the shower curtain open to reveal your shaking form, hunched and pressing the shower head between your thighs, he scoffs.

your back crashes against the shower wall behind you and dazedly, you look towards your affronted boyfriend who’s now stripping his clothes off.

“i thought we agreed to shower together tonight! here you are, without me and jerking off no less.”

“shut up and join me, katsuki,” not that he needed any convincing, but the blissed out expression on your face has him moving much faster. plus, you haven’t stopped using the shower head — you’re still moaning, his name falling from your lips in delicious whimpers.

“bend over, babygirl,” katsuki grunts, stepping into the shower beside you. “and give me that damn thing.”

he practically snatches it out of your loose grip, manhandles you forward a little more after you bend over. aiming the spray at the ground, he spreads your ass cheeks with one hand and presses himself into your dripping hole.

“fuck, fuck katsuki..” your chest heaves as you mewl, high pitched and needy. katsuki finally bottoms out with a husky groan, before he twists his hand and directs the shower head towards your quivering pussy.

his free hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb slipping into your mouth for comfort.

“katsu..” you cry, tears racing down your cheeks as your voice muffles. “so, so good!”

katsuki trembles against you before quickly developing a tempo and snapping his hips into your ass. all he can do is choke back sounds of pleasure as your walls squeeze him so hard his eyes roll back.

he musters the strength to lean over to press a wet kiss to the shell of your ear, chest pressed to your back. “god, i wish you could see just how fuckin’ perfect you look right now. such a mess for me— hah, shit.”

— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

“let me eat your pussy.”

before you can even turn around, eijirou is already bouncing on the bed and advancing towards you on his belly. surprised, you pull your sticky hands away from your pussy and loosely close your legs.

“eiji, what?”

“you heard me, baby.”

“wh— you didn’t even knock, and this is kind of embarrassing that you walked in on me like this!” your face burns as you stare at the redhead awkwardly, his eagerness making your thighs twitch.

“i’m sorry,” eijirou apologizes, hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself closer to you. “you’ll forget about it if i eat you out, yeah?”

when you nod shyly, he pulls your legs open and plants his hands on your asscheeks, dragging you into his face. before you can even register what’s about to happen next, eijirou’s lapping up your slick, tongue dragging through your folds and against your clit.

your eyes roll back, damp fingers twisting into his spiky hair and pulling hard, just how he likes it. he groans, face buried in your cunt, and the vibrations draw a few whines from your throat.

“eiji, l-little slower please, ‘m kinda sensitive..”

honestly, eijirou doesn’t really care if you’re sensitive from all your jerking off. it’s evident in the way he licks harder, slurping up more of your taste and locking you down with his arms so you can’t twist away, even if you’re overstimulated.

a particularly rough drag of eijirou’s silky tongue has you gasping out his name and panting quickly.

“mmm, mmmh— eiji, ‘m gonna cum!” soft red hair tickles your inner thighs as he nods, unbothered. a few more licks to your clit has you coming completely undone, thighs squeezing his head harshly when he continues, pushing his tongue into your twitching hole.

“i-i can’t, it’s too much!” you wail, tears building in your eyes as pleasure and pain flash through you together. after a moment, eijirou finally lets up, not even caring to wipe the wetness off his face.

he doesn’t hide the enthusiasm and smiles, sharp teeth glinting in the light.

“let me eat your pussy again?”

— TAKAMI KEIGO.

“aww, dove. could’ve let me know you were this needy,” the slightest rustle of feathers behind you as you’re pulled back into strong arms has your body tensing, dildo falling from your hand and onto the towel covered bed.

“i-i didn’t want to be a bother.. you were on patrol, kei,” your voice is barely above a whisper, face burning with some kind of embarrassment that he’s caught you in such a vulnerable situation.

gentle fingers brush beneath your chin as keigo tilts your head up, pressing his lips to yours for a chaste kiss. as it starts to deepen, tongues pushing between lips, a hand slides down the slope of your stomach and over the coarse hair at your pelvis.

“keigo,” you moan before he’s even reached your pussy and he chuckles, pulling away with a string of saliva briefly connecting his lips to yours.

“haven’t even touched you yet,” keigo comments wryly, corners of his eyes crinkling as you lean in for another kiss, legs spreading wider. you catch a glimpse of his vermillion feathers ruffling behind him before your eyes shut and you fall into pleasure.

thick fingers press inside you, pushing in and bottoming out rather quickly, thanks to your previous orgasms. as you’re reaching for your neglected clit, keigo swats your hand out of the way and replaces it with his own, thumb rubbing tight circles on it almost immediately.

“always so fuckin’ tight,” he hisses, scissoring his fingers in and out of you at a devastating pace. your hips thrash against the bed, pulling back from overstimulation and roughness yet also pushing towards him for more. your back is flush against keigo’s chest, asscheeks pressing into his crotch.

“god— fuck,” keigo’s chest heaves as he shifts closer to you, hard on grinding into your ass. “shit, now you’ve got me worked up, dove.. i’m bending you over after you cum, alright?”

[hoshigray]

Pretty Please with a cherry and spinkles ontop😩🙏 I need a Pussymatized Toji. Absolutely infatuated with his FWB. He was the one that said no attachments until he got addicted to her.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lmao, "pussymatized" is new, but i see the vision!!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fwb! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - implied prior sex - backshots + missionary positions mentioned - oral (f! receiving) - feedbag position - multiple orgasms - Daddy kink - overstimulation - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - pussy-whipped! Toji - mention of spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

Toji knew better. He’s done the whole friends with benefits gig plenty of times, and he knows the big rule that comes with the package:

Absolutely no feelings involved, or else the arrangement is off.

“Hoooh…! Ahhhn, T-Toji, stop…Not too fast!”

That is until he met you.

For about a year, you and Toji have been friends with benefits. It started as something Toji told you about, how he’d sleep around and get in those kinds of relationships. You were the one to ask if he’d be down to do it with you.

The onyx-headed one thought about it for a minute until he gave in and said sure. However, he stressed the “no feelings attached” policy intensely. He considered you a dear friend – a rarity in his life – and he didn’t want what you two were doing to damage this close relationship. It was just casual sex with a friend, nothing more. And you nodded to his regulation with a smile, moving your friendship to the next level.

Off the bat, the sex between you two was great! It had been a while since Toji had done stuff like this, and doing it with someone he could trust like you made the interaction smooth and entertaining. Problems between the two of you were rare, and it’s thanks to you two being mature adults that made handling this non-serious relationship easy!

Nevertheless, one thing made this cooperation difficult — at least on Toji’s part. The older man was becoming more and more infatuated with you.

He doesn’t know when it started getting this bad; Toji was never one to be the one catching feelings during these kinds of kinships. So, this was a bit new for him, and it made the poor man go crazy as the days went on. Him? Catching feelings?? Breaking his own rule??? Get real!

But he couldn’t lie to himself, it was all different since he was doing it with you. You were the closest person he could call a friend outside of Shiu, and that never changed once you two became fuck buddies. If anything, things have gotten a lot closer between you two. You cared for his kids while he was away, cooked meals for him because you feared he didn’t eat enough during the day, or invited him on grocery sprees. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t do stuff like that before. Yet now that you and Toji were doing things beyond a regular friendship, the man was seeing you in a new light that he hadn’t seen before, and God, it was suffocating him. He doesn’t know how many of your gorgeous smiles or sweet strings of laughter he can take before he snaps. 

But it wasn’t just your personality and gracious aura that lured him on. As mentioned before, the sex was amazing — No, scratch that; you were amazing. It had been a very long while since Toji had done sexual shit with someone who could reciprocate pleasure. Fuck, you felt so good, whether it was jerking or sucking him off while massaging his balls in your pretty hands, or bouncing on his cock with that tight cunt of yours that had him on the edge, holding on to your waist as he’d piston his cock deep inside. Merely thinking about churning your walls that snug on his cock had him gulp thickly, thinking a heavy sigh would get these thoughts out of his mind.

But they don’t, of course. Because he’d be damned if he’d try to forget the image of your beautiful body all hot and sweaty with his. Your moans and squeaks were all prompted by his thrusts, and – fucking Jesus – he could never get over the way you said his name, so desperate for him with watery, doe eyes that pull him in. Looking all disheveled and alluring for him and only him, peering over your shoulder when he’d hit it from behind like you wanted to see him feel good. Toji would’ve been a fool if he hadn’t fallen for you!

There was a time when Toji’d slip up and hold your hand as he chased release, noticing you catch the sight of his palm and integers gripping yours. Thinking you were uncomfortable, he removed his hand from yours, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him to you for a kiss. It was just a kiss, is what he’d say to justify it. But hearing you mewl under his lips and whisper to his ears was the last straw for him, hammering his dick and spilling his load into you as you two made out passionately.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it; the guy was falling for you hard.

So hard that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared him a bit – the thought of you being his made his heart beat at a pace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. You corrupted his senses; he wanted to hear you, kiss you, feel you, smell you, taste you — fuck, did he want to taste you; it was so bad.

But it wasn’t as bad until you hadn’t stopped by for two weeks. You’d text him your apologies, saying that work caught you up and that you couldn’t see him and the kids. And even then, you’d still manage to throw a phone call before sleep, and Toji doesn’t know if that was better or worse. Your voice made his skin crawl, loving how you spoke to him all soft and fatigued yet affectionately. You were too good for him, having him feel guilty for fisting his cock unbeknownst to you.

He couldn’t take it anymore, being away from you. He could barely go through the first week, and the second had him itching to see you. That’s precisely what he did, calling you to let you know he’d come to see you. And once you opened the door to greet him with a warm smile, that last bit of thread in him had finally snapped.

“Nnmmah! Hic…shtooopp licking…! I’ll cum again, I’m gonna—!!”

After pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the man brought himself inside your apartment with you glued to him. Feverish pecks kept your lips on him, squeaking at how smoothly he picked you up and brought you to the living room couch. He’d suck on your neck while removing your bottoms, already stifling him with your fragrance to the point he shudders. 

He’d trail his kisses downwards, nibbling on certain areas that made you gasp for him, sucking on the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers rubbed on your folds covered by damp underwear. You had him on his knees, uncaring about the angle. His thoughts only thinking about the wet chasm he sees after discarding your panties. Nothing holds him back from plunging his face into your wetness and showing no signs of stopping when you’re wailing for him. He’d lick, lap, and suck on you with no remorse, face utterly stuck on your slit until you came for the first time. 

“—Ahhaa, I’m cummin’, Tojiii! OhJesusChrist—Nnnmoo!”

“Mmmph…! Fuck, c’mere, sweetie, lemme take care of you…”

And now, he’s chased you down for another climax, your legs tremble and your figure shakes as Toji’s tongue relentlessly pets around your labia, frantically licking your clit to expel more fluids to seep out your vagina.

And Toji drinks it all, stuffing his face into your inner thighs like breathing is not an issue. You cry and involuntarily try to close your legs as your nerves are at an all-time high, grabbing tuffs of raven hair. But the man doesn’t allow you to shy away, his strong hands keeping you grounded on the couch as he eats you out. They never leave your frame unless it’s to unzip his jeans to let his erection breathe. Your cute howls of pleasure, your delightful fluids painting his tongue and lips, and your intoxicating smell; all have his hard-on twitch painfully, precum staining his boxer briefs. 

He’s so far gone, his scarred lips kissing on your folds to gently juxtapose the tongue he uses to fuck you. You jerk and jolt, sobbing from the fervent mouth making sure every crevice of your cunt goes explored. Your orgasm still isn’t away, everything feels so sensitive that you feel like you could break.

“Tahhh, Toji, nooo,” you wail, trying to push his head from burrowing deeper between your thighs. Yet he shows no cooperation. “I just came, yer doing t’oo muuch…!”

Now, he finally removes his face from you, his chin wet with your essence which he licks from his lips. “Sorry, mama,” his rich emerald eyes lock with yours, they have you freeze under his gaze. “But I’m not done yet.” You shake your head, inching your hips away from his proximity. But he captures your waist and slides you back down. “Don’t,” he pleads, placing your legs on his shoulders. “One more time fr’ me, ‘kay, baby? Let Daddy have ya one more time.”

An excruciatingly slow lick from down your slit to your clitoris has you quiver, sloppy kisses further the mess of saliva and come between your legs, and you can’t control the throbbing sensation that returns to ache your inner walls. He chuckles, “Look at ya winkin’ at me, guess ya want more of me too, huh, sweetie?” He makes your ears ring and hot, throwing your head back when he spits and sucks on your clit harshly.

This time, Toji straightens his back a bit to lift your legs with him, hands securing you close to him on your hips. It was a view you hadn’t mentally prepared for, seeing your weight be supported easily. 

He continues to lap around your labia, taking in all the excess slick to suck on, not leaving any drop go undiscovered. His precision has you roll your eyes to the ceiling, a hand griping on his wrist as he rubs on your clit.

“Ohhhfuuuck,” your words were slurring together, brain too mushy to cooperate and form eligible sentences. The man between your legs makes that hard enough. You don’t even attempt to squirm out because Toji’s lips will latch right back onto you. “Daddyyy, right there…More, pleasee.”

“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with swirls circling your clitoris before a suck, and your legs cross around to push him further. “That’s my girl…Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ, taste too good…” His deep voice sends vibrations up your spine, chewing on your lip when his tongue nestles in between your soaked folds again.

He pushes the wet muscle back inside, groaning at the sensation of you clamping onto him and bucking your hips in his direction. Your cries fill the quiet space, his name coming out in rushed prayers was the only thing that occupies his eardrums. Fuck, he missed this so fucking bad, arms wrapping around your waist as he pushes his face deep, his nose bumping to the hoop of your pearl while he ravishes your insides.

The squelches of his tongue and lips are so raunchy and nasty, you feel like filth being used like this. You’ve long given up the control to conceal your moans, and Toji listens to every single one with intent. 

“—Ohhh! Ffsshiiit…!” Oh, no. You can feel it, the next wave climbing up. “Daddy, again! Gonna cum again, I cann’t...!”

“Yes, you can, mama,” he coos, blowing on your slick-covered lips. “Just a lil’ more fr’ me, ‘kay? Just let it out.” His mouth returns to erratically fuck you with his tongue, and his gruff moans are felt on your body. The pressure of your thighs squeezing him makes it better, hitting your delicate clit with gentle jabs that rock you into your third orgasm.

You scream, unleashing yourself as your climax rocks your being. Toji has a good hold on you, softly using the flat of his tongue to lazily lick your cunt, massaging your waist as your hips ride on his face. And it doesn’t help that the older man’s cock is oozing on his briefs, his thighs twitching with his erection wanting to be freed.

With a dangerous last kiss to your sensitive folds, Toji places your legs back onto the couch, wiping your come off his chin to lick his fingers clean before bringing his jeans and briefs.

“Wh..What’s gotten into you,” you ask with furrowed brows and hooded eyes like his, both misty with wanton thirst. “I see you’ve been more pent up than me.” He chortles at your jest, and you happily accept the tip of his cock into your mouth with a blissful hum.

“You have no idea, baby…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[midnightcitymoon]

All my wishes always come true and the universe/powers that be grant me all that I ask for or better

11:11 ☆MiracleMakeAWishComeTrueSpell🌙

Eleven-Eleven, This is a call to all angels in heaven, give me a miracle and make my wish come true!

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[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | BOUDOIR PHOTOSHOOT

sum. : you have your bridesmaids show James, your, now, husband, polaroid samples from your boudoir photoshoot on your wedding night while you enjoy his reactions from afar

quick note : boudoir is a photography style showcasing sensual, romantic and even erotic images of the subject person. It showcases and celebrates the person's beauty and sexuality.

tags. : marrying james potter ; fluff ; kinda spicy ; you have the best bridesmaids ; inspired by a tiktok ; james is the perfect man for you ; wedding day! ; james loves your body ; no mentions of specific body type; james can't wait for his wedding 'night' ; shy reader shows her wild side~

length : 2k

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In preparation for your wedding day, you participated in a boudoir photoshoot. You were marrying the man of your dreams, the most perfect man for you, James Potter. It was your way of expressing your love, to show him how confident and beautiful he made you feel. Not a day goes by without him whispering an affectionate ‘I love you’ into your ear or expressing how beautiful he finds you despite the imperfections you nitpick along the lines of your body. He doesn’t let your toxic, self-deprecating thoughts linger for long; he loves every beautiful inch of you and he’s not afraid to show it, especially when you make love together. He loves you unconditionally and makes you want for nothing more in life. With him, you’re always content. 

This was a thank you to him for loving you so wholeheartedly and to showcase the beauty you were able to find in yourself because of him. You worked with your bridesmaids to pick out the perfect set of lingerie to wear for the photo shoot and had the most amazing photographer guiding you throughout. She was the perfect balance of encouragement, support and positive energy. And she was so respectful too. You were always the shy type so the beginning was quite wobbly but you eventually found your flow and it ended on such a high note. As promised, she created a beautiful photo album of the pictures you approved and made small Polaroid samples of the ones you wanted your bridesmaids to ambush James with on your wedding night. 

The shoot was weeks ago and now you were on the evening of your Wedding day. Everyone was dancing around, having a fun time, James’ close friends were a good level of tipsy with several of the guests congregating around the wedding live-painter to admire her work. It wasn’t ready yet but you made sure to check on her and keep her well-fed throughout the night; she was a guest too and was doing something incredible for your wedding, it was the least you could do. 

You fondly eye James as he dances with your family, a bright smile on his face. You still remember walking down the aisle, smiling at him as he wipes at his eyes, sniffling wetly at the sight of you but he was grinning the entire time. Neither of you has stopped smiling the whole day, you believe. It really was the perfect wedding.     

“Are you ready, Mrs Potter?” Lily whispers teasingly, trying to suppress a giggle as she flattens a Polaroid sample of your boudoir shoot to her chest. Your other bridesmaids, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas and Alice have also come to surround you, mischievous grins on their faces as they each tightly hold onto a Polaroid sample, making sure that it wouldn’t be seen by anyone but the intended target by holding it close to their chests. 

Biting your lip, you temper a wide grin and nod. They squeal and turn to one another with a buzz in their veins, “Just like we planned ladies,” Alice giggles before they all nod and split up with Marlene heading straight for James. You don’t know what photo any of the girls have but Lily informed you that they formed an order from least to most scandalous. It was devious but a good plan. You move to stand in view of James so you can see his reaction to each photo from afar, the girls also hold up their phones to record his reaction from up close so they can send you the video later on. 

James was dancing along happily, not having drunk a single drop of alcohol as he wanted to savour every moment of his wedding ceremony. He wanted to remember everything! He was also pretty sure he didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk, the electric feeling in the air was all he needed to fly high above the clouds. He’s never been so happy his entire life; he married the woman of his dreams and she let him give her his last name. He feels complete. And he was still riding that high when Marlene came up to him with a Cheshire grin on her face. 

“Yohooo~ Jamsiekins!” James rolls his eyes but smiles at her nonetheless.

“Yes, McKinnon?” a small bolt of worry flashes through him, “Is my wife okay?”

“She’s perfect! She actually wanted me to give you a present~” James raises a brow and tries to look for you in the crowd but is unsuccessful when Marlene steps closer, her phone raised and flips the Polaroid that was pressed to her chest at him. He gives it a brief glance, barely registering the image before going slackjawed and doing a double take. The second time, he looks at it longer and with wide eyes, wanting to imprint the entire image into his brain. 

“So beautiful…” James trails off, staring longingly at the image of you in a see-through nightgown leaning against the windowsill with your hair beautifully done and your beauty on show under the gentle sun. He stutters in place when Marlene flips the Polaroid again. He looks at her like a hurt puppy, “Is th-that for me? C-can I keep it?” He reaches for the Polaroid and thankfully, Marlene surrenders it without a fuss. He grins and kisses the photo before tucking it into his blazer's breast pocket, “Thank you~” 

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Potter,” Marlene salutes him with two fingers before marching off to pull Sirius away from the buffet table and onto the dance floor. James chuckles at her antics before looking through the crowds until he meets your shy eyes. His gaze softens with affection at your bashful demeanour and he sets out a clear path towards you. 

But he’s stopped by Alice who has another Polaroid and also has her phone raised. She, too, shows him the Polaroid of you, this time laid across a bed and sweetly looking into the camera at your side with a hidden smile, a lacy, see-through slip dress draping over your figure. His eyes linger on the curve of your spine and the perfect roundness of your butt. He can make out the small, lacy set you wear underneath and he swears he’s found heaven on earth. His hands immediately go up to cover the Polaroid from both sides as he bites his bottom lip to suppress a feral scream. 

“God, I’m so lucky…” he looks up at Alice from behind the camera, which perfectly captures the lovestruck look in his eyes and the soft blush on his cheeks, “That’s my wife…she’s my wife” he sounds breathless and giddy, making Alice laugh before surrendering the Polaroid. She sends you the video of James before looking for Frank and silently wishing the rest of the girls luck. 

James quickly puts Alice’s polaroid into his breast pocket too and returns on his path to you. But he barely makes it two steps forward before Lily ambushes him with another Polaroid and a phone to his face. He wants to smile like a madman but his dropped jaw makes it too difficult. He immediately snatches the photo and cradles it preciously, admiring your beauty once more. You’re scandalously raising your nightgown to showcase your cute, lace panties, a matching garter belt and thigh highs as you innocently look at the camera with glossy, smiling lips. 

“Ho-ly. Shit…” he swallows hard and begins to pant like an animal in heat, “Oh my– fuck!” he holds the Polaroid to his chest with reddening cheeks and wild eyes. He sags comically, dramatically showing how he’s close to collapsing on the spot. He’s seeing an entirely new side of you, not that he’s complaining, he just wasn’t prepared. A feral, primitive instinct builds up from within him. He desperately fights it and the urge to savagely take you in front of everyone, “She’s trying to kill me! This isn’t fair! She’s so sexy!” Lily giggles maniacally at him and pats his shoulder as if to wish him luck and James both dreads and is excited about what may come next. 

He’s soon stopped by Dorcas. This time his brows fly up to his hair line and he forgets to breathe. His hands instinctively shield the photo as he bends down to observe the small image so closely his nose touches the film. He pulls back and releases a heavy breath before leaning in again with the same shocked but appreciative look on his flushed face.

“Woah!” he looks around frantically as if he’s doing something he isn’t supposed to do and looks at the picture of you for a third time, trying hard not to groan at the tightening in his trousers. The image is of you from behind, draped over a decorative vintage sofa with your ass in the air, there’s no see-through nightgown, only a red lacy number with a garter belt and thigh highs. He berates himself for the dirty scene that flashes in his mind; he’s perfectly positioned behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he grinds his— 

“Keep it in your pants,” Dorcas laughs at him as she walks away, her phone still raised at him. 

“You’re not making it very easy for me!” James huffs in mock anger, hastily pocketing his fourth Polaroid that night.

When Mary comes up to him with the same routine, James doesn’t know whether he groans from suppressed excitement or dread at making a fool of himself in front of you for a fifth time. He knows you're watching him and seeing his reactions closely from the videos the girls were taking. And, although he wants to be a gentleman, you’ve always gotten such a big reaction from him over the littlest things, it’s only natural he gets worked up over scandalous images of you too. 

This photo of you was the most scandalous and immediately stole James’ breath away. It’s a top-down view of you on a bed with half-lidded eyes, your bra unclasped and in the process of slipping off if it weren’t for your arm coming across your chest to stop it. The position, however, only further accentuates your cleavage and his eyes linger on the delicious sight for an embarrassingly long time. Your other hand reaches down and fingers just beneath your panty line, a suggestive action he desperately wants you to recreate for him in private later. You looked ripe and ready to be eaten alive and James would gladly jump at the opportunity. It’s the perfect snapshot of you just before he devours you whole. The photo has him reaching to unbuckle his belt but he resists and snatches it up instead, panting like a dog with a wild glint in his hazel eyes. “This better be the last one of my wife or else I’m punching a wall,” Mary shakes her head at him with a laugh, “it’s not funny! I’m going crazy!”

With a wink, Mary confirms that it’s the last one and tilts her head in your direction. Without wasting another second, James rushes to you, his beautiful bride, dressed in white. It was the best day of his life but he wants it to hurry up and be over already so he can finally have you to himself. All polaroids are tucked safely into his inner blazer pocket as he wraps you up in his arms and buries his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I’m going mad over you, love,” he voices with a hidden growl to his voice, kissing and sucking at your exposed skin, whilst desperately breathing in the fragrance of you. You’ve never seen him so… animalistic before but it lights a fire inside you that you happily fall into.

“Wait until you see the whole album~” Your comment has him shooting up, away from your neck and leaning into your face. The feral look in his eyes is unmistakable as he whispers against your lips. 

“There’s an entire album of you looking like that?” 

“Yes~ And it’s all for you~” James almost faints on the spot. 

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a/n : for those curious, this is the tiktok it was inspired by hehe~ this was a little nsfw but i hope you darlings enjoyed!