Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop
Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.
I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL
(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)
“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like.”
It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom.
Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.
“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.
Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more
The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.
“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.
I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang.
I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.
“No matter what you say,
no matter what you do,
I only wanna do bad things to you.”
Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.
My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day.
I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.
“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.
“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.
“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”
“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”
“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.
“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.
“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.
“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.
“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.
Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.
“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.
I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.
“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.
I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.
“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.
“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”
Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.
Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.
“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder
“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.
We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.
I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.
I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.
I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.
“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.
"When we get home, you’re in for it.”
“Oh, I know.”
“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”
“Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.
I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.
I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.
“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.
“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.
Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.
“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”
I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed.
Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.
“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.
“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.
“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.
“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.
“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”
“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.
“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.
I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.
"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.
“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.
“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.
“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.
“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.
Request: Hello. Can I request some story with Kihyun? It can be your choice, since Im not picky when it comes to Kihyun (the only thing I like is when it is MX Kihyun, not some AU) :D But maybe some light smut? ^^ Thank youu
Member: Monsta X Kihyun x Y/N x (ft. I.M. and Minhyuk)
Type: fluff/light smut
“But like…if you had to pick a bias,” Changkyun said, giving me serious side eye.
I lifted my brows and pursed my lips, staring back at the two men in front of me. “As in all of kpop or in your special band of weirdos?”
“All of kpop,” Minhyuk blurted. “Weirdos,” Changkyun nodded at the same time as Minhyuk had spoke.
I heaved a sigh and crossed my arms as they slowly turned to look at each other, speaking some silent language I was not privy to.
“Monsta X,” they both repeated with serious expressions. I groaned and began to lean backwards into the cushion behind me.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” MInhyuk gasped. “All you have to do is tell the truth. It’s not like our feelings will be hurt.”
“Fine, it’s Kihyun,” I muttered quickly, ripping off the metaphorical bandaid.
Minhyuk and Changkyun both gasped as an audible “Wah?” could be heard from the kitchen. I turned slowly to see Kihyun standing there in his hamster onesie, his mouth full of food, and eyes wide.
I winced as I slowly turned back to Minhyuk and Changkyun who were glaring at me with furrowed brows.
“I came out to have a good time and honestly, I’m feeling so attacked right now,” Changkyun pouted, turning his face away from me.
“You said you wouldn’t be hurt!” I moaned.
“I said that because I thought you were going to pick me!” Minhyuk gasped, throwing his hands in the air.
“So like…if you had to choose a bias wrecker,” Changkyun said, lifting his brow and setting his gaze on me again.
“Oh come on, we both know it’s Wonho, your bias wrecker is Wonho, my bias wrecker is Wonho, let’s just go play video games,” Minhyuk grumbled, standing from the couch and pulling Changkyun by the shirt collar.
“Who is teaching them these words?” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.
I jumped as Kihyun’s soft voice filled my ears. “They’ve been spending too much time on the internet.”
Kihyun grunted as he plopped on the couch beside me, his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “So I’m your bias?”
“Says the man in the hamster onesie,” I muttered, not being able to keep the smile off of my face.
“You know, I think that says more about you than it really does about me,” Kihyun chuckled, bumping his elbow into my side.
I pushed him back playfully and sighed, trying not to pay attention to the look he was giving me.
“A bias is like…your favorite member, right?” Kihyun continued, his shy smile never leaving his face.
“Mmm or member you can tolerate more than the others,” I hummed, nodding to myself.
“I like my explanation better,” he chuckled.
“But thank you nonetheless.”
My heart was beating so loudly I thought I could hear it slamming against my sternum. I tried to watch Kihyun without making it seem as if I was watching him, but I was solidly certain he was doing the same. As soon as I had mentioned that he was my favorite out of my favorite group of boys, the air had changed between us. It was much more heavy and awkward than it had been only a few moments ago with Changkyun and Minhyuk. The atmosphere between us was usually so light and friendly, but now I was suddenly aware of how gravity worked around me.
“I think you’re my bias too,” Kihyun said quietly after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
I chuckled, turning to the silly boy beside me. “Kihyun, I’m not in a kpop group.”
“No, but like, out of the people I know,” he said, nodding along with his words. He looked everywhere but at me as he spoke. “Out of the people I know, you are my favorite.”
“Kihyunie,” I cooed, looking down at my hands. I took a deep breath as I leaned over to him, placing my finger’s around the soft material of his hamster hood. His eyes shook as he continued to face forward, even wth my close proximity. I placed my lips gently against his cheekbone, closing my eyes for a second before beginning to pull away.
My eyes fluttered open as I felt Kihyun’s hand grip the back of my neck as I was still leaning toward him. His breaths were shallow as he finally locked eyes with me. He licked his lips slowly before leaning in and pressing them against my own. His lips were soft at first, loving and gentle as he kissed me. Soon the kisses turned into something more rough, more desperate than it’s original intentions. Without breaking the kiss, Kihyun pulled me toward him, setting me to straddle his lap where I was more comfortable.
I wound my hands around his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of his scalp and moving my fingers up, taking deep handfuls of his pink hair. His hands rested on my lower back, supporting me as I leaned one way or another to get better vantage of the kiss.
Although I had never kissed Kihyun before, I could already see a problem arising. I couldn’t get enough. Our lips seemed to melt together, our tongues synchronized, and we placed gentle bites against each other’s lips. I adored how he tasted like strawberry candy and the way he moaned into my mouth when I would tug his hair a certain way.
My breath hitched as Kihyun’s mouth found my neck and he began to place soft kisses on the way to my collar bone. My oversensitivity caused me to moan, making the bulge in Kihyun’s pajamas become more prominent and the burning at the bottom of my stomach even stronger. Kihyun sucked on my skin, leaving small bites as he went, causing little purple blossoms to bloom in his wake. If he planted a flower garden across my skin, I swear it would be my new favorite part of my body.
Kihyun’s hands froze beneath my shirt just as his cold fingers hit my hot skin. The sound of someone clearing their throat echoed behind us.
I turned my head slowly, tilting my torso so Kihyun could see around me.
“I feel like I have prepared an adequate argument to be your new bias,” Changkyun nodded, his hands deep in his pockets. He looked sheepishly to the ground. “But I feel as if this may not be the time.”
“Mmm probably not,” I croaked.
“Sorry….another time then…um…carry on,” Changkyun nodded, fiddling with his hands as he shuffled from the room.
I giggled, placing my forehead against Kihyun’s and smiled as he let out a breath. “Changkyunnie have a chance at being your bias?”
“Mmm, nope,” I grinned. “My ultimate bias has set the standards too high.”
“Ultimate bias?” Kihyun whispered, crinkling his nose. “Now what does-”
Thought I’d write something for GrayLu Love Fest!! Hope you guys like it!!
He had always loved her eyes.
The way they lit up when she talked about her favourite book, or when she ate her favourite ice cream (strawberry), the twinkle in the corner of her eyes or the crease that formed at the corners, they were completely unique to her. Along with the sea of emotions that radiated so fiercely and clear, never hiding what she was feeling, it was one of his favourite parts about her.
But he didn’t think that was his favourite part of her body. No, his favourite part was probably her hands.
They could be so delicate, the way she ran them through his hair or cupped his face when they kissed. But they were also rough, strong, a sentiment to how strong she was both mentally and physically.
He adored how her hands gripped his when they walked, tight yet gentle, showing him that she was his and he was hers and she would never let go. And fuck, how he loved when she would run her hands up and down his body, feeling every part of him, how her hands would send shivers throughout him, something not even the cold could do.
His mind snapped back to the present, gasping at the feel of her hands travelling down his body, lips burning as they followed their path, a heat rising in him that only she could bring about. His hands moved to grip her hair lightly, struggling to keep his eyes open as he watched her moved. She knew what she was doing; she had a lot of practice after all. But that didn’t mean it didn’t feel just as good every time.
Her hands slid back up his chest, tracing small, random patterns across him, barely touching him yet he felt every movement as if her fingers were engraving themselves inside of him. Her lips trailed their way back up, gently brushing against his as she grabbed his hands with hers, interlacing their fingers and giving a gentle squeeze.
“I love you,” she breathed out, soft and low and hungry, while slowly opening her eyes and smiling against his lips. He let out a small, airy laugh, nipping at her lips before flipping them over, her legs moving to wrap around his waist while a giggle escaped her, their hands never breaking apart from each other.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, capturing her lips with his, desire taking over. In the back of his mind, he thought maybe her hands weren’t his favourite part either.
The Agender flag was created in 2014. The black and white stripes represent an absence of gender. The grey stripes represent being semi-genderless. The green stripe represents a non binary gender.
What does agender mean?
A term used to describe people with a lack of gender.
What is it like to be agender?
I did never get the difference of cis male and cis female in society. Even as I kid, I never understood why I couldn’t just wear and or play with whatever I want regardless of gender. I just did what felt right for me. As I got older, I got body dysphoria and was frustrated when people told me I can’t do something because of my gender. It feels wrong when people call me a girl, it feels better for me to be called a guy, but still not right…I can’t explain that feeling. It took me a long time to figure out that I’m agender. I just don’t identify as a girl or a boy…I just don’t get the concept of gender in society…I don’t care if something is labeled as for boys or for girls. I’m none of that, I just do what feels right for me.
When people look at me, they see a girl. Their minds jump to dainty and cute, to breasts and sex and romance, to long hair and makeup, to dresses and stockings. They say “what a nice girl you are”, or “have a good day miss”.
I let them believe that they are right.
I have begun l hate when my parents compliment me, they say they are glad to have me as a daughter. Their praise, meant to make me stand tall has forced me back into a corner that I should be trying to fight my way out of. I am not. I am afraid.
I do not have the courage to tell them that I am not their daughter.
I am proud of my hair, of the years it has spent growing. I am scared that if I do not sacrifice my favorite part of my body, people will look at me and always think girl. I do not wear lipstick even though I like it’s dark and vibrant colours, I do not wear eyeliner but I love the look of confidence that people gain when they know they’re pulling it off. I am sacrificing things that might make me happy because I do not want people to see me and think girl.
I still don’t correct people when they use she/her.
My friends ask me if I wish I had bigger boobs. I tell my friends that I don’t want boobs because it will make sports harder. I am telling nothing but the truth but I am not telling the whole truth. I am terrified that people will always look at me and think girl.
I am terrified of my own femininity.
I want to wear an elegant dress that hits the floor and make people wonder if only for a moment if I am royalty. I want to wear a shapely suit that tells people I mean business. In my everyday life, I wish I could wear a crop top or a baseball shirt, a long skirt or baggy pants. I want to wear boxers and I want to wear racy underwear. I want to wear bras and binders. I want to leave my arms hairy but keep my legs smooth, I hate that I’m growing a mustache but I wouldn’t mind a beard.
I still don’t tell people that I use they/them.
Instead, I wear skinny jeans and a woman’s small t-shirt. I wear grey flats because my dad said red and black are too boyish. I wear granny panties and sports bras. I leave my arms hairy but only when we don’t have company because my mom didn’t want to be ashamed of me. I shave my mustache because my endocrine system wasn’t made for growing beards.
I want to hurt my body for betraying me.
My life is a balancing act, I am just enough of myself that I don’t look in the mirror and think the girl and feel sick. I dress feminine enough that people look at me and don’t feel the need to second guess their snap decisions. It is the sacrifice I choose to make to avoid having to come out, to deal with jokes about misgendering and people telling me that I have to fit somewhere in the binary or at least on the spectrum.
One day I am going to fall off this tightrope I have made.
I think the price for peace is costing more and more. I am trying so hard to hide that I am beginning to suffocate. I wonder sometimes if my sacrifices are worth it.
One day the sacrifice I make is going to be my life.
Mirio's character design is just so cute and my favorite part is his body? Hes muscular but it's not always shown? Sorry if this doesn't make sense
No, I think I understand! I’ve actually got a lot of appreciation for how Mirio’s body type is presented.
It was made clear that Mirio was muscular not long after his introduction, but it’s never really focused on in the same way afterwards. The only time we really see how muscular Mirio is is during his fight with Class 1-A. Before and after that, he’s just shown as being big and buff.
Horikoshi’s way of showing the audience Mirio’s body type became more subtle, usually showing in his shared panels with other characters, particularly with Izuku. He’s just a really buff character and it’s being shown in little ways rather than getting shoved directly into the face of the audience.
There’s a lot of diversity in the way Mirio is drawn as a whole, too. It tends to change depending on the panels and situation he’s in, an example being his face and the way it’s drawn.
He goes from having chubby cheeks— he even puffs them out at the beginning of his fight with Overhaul, though he does it to get air into his lungs before he uses his quirk— and facial expressions that you would expect to see from a Tintin-esque character to having defined facial features and a surprising amount of emotion from such a simple design.
It’s been exactly three months since I’ve seen my boyfriend, Tom, face to face. We’ve managed to entertain ourselves over FaceTime, social media, and texting. However, nothing’s quite like that human interaction. I’ve missed his smell, his lips, his warmth, the way his arms feel wrapped around me, and more than anything, I’ve missed his laugh. Hearing it over the phone is one thing, but listening to it in person is a whole other experience.
As of right now, he’s on his way over to my apartment from the airport. I opted to pick him up, but he explained that LAX would be over crowded with fans and paparazzi. I, of course, used that opportunity to tease him about being some big, Hollywood hot shot. That earned me a reply, I’ve been sitting on for the past ten minutes.
“God… I’ve missed you, love. And as soon as I get there, I’m gonna show you just how much.”
I wasn’t really sure what to say that, so I kept it short and sweet.
That’s all I could manage. A shallow breath, and a one syllable word. The desire in his voice was so raw, that I’m almost worried I won’t be able to keep up with him once he’s here. Seeing as he has a past in gymnastics and dancing, he has incredible stamina. He could go all night. After ten minutes with him, I feel as though I might faint.
After I hung up with him, I quickly showered and shaved, and am now sitting on my couch. Dressed in only, a robe and new silk underwear, I’m practically shaking in anticipation. What will he do first? What will I do first? Are we gonna talk or just get right into it? What if he just meant… he like, missed me? Like he wants to have a chat, not fuck.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, breaking my train of thought. Holy fuckery fuck. I haven’t been this nervous since our first date. Standing to my feet, I toss my hair over my shoulders. Taking a quick, steadying breath, I walk to the door and open it. There. He. Is. Leaning against the door frame, is the boy I’ve missed so much, with a smirk plastered on his face. He’s dressed in a tight black shirt, black jeans, and ankle Docs. His duffel bag is slung over his shoulder, and he’s gazing at me. I gulp.
Before I can think of anything to say, he’s shoving his way into the apartment. Dropping his bag to floor, he uses both hands to cup my face. He shuts the door with his foot, then his lips are mine. His tongue slips into my wanting mouth, and I moan as he takes over my body. I wrap my arms around his neck, and tangle my hands into his hair, allowing my fingers to play with his curls. He groans low in his throat, as one of his hands moves down from my face, to my ass which he squeezes.
I bite down on his lower lip, teasing him. He pulls away, for a moment of air, resting his forehead against mine, as he gasps in precious breaths. “You’ve taken a shower.” He notices. I nod. “Without me?” He questions, his voice low and taunting. “I assumed you’d need a shower, after I showed you just how I much missed you.” He chuckles, “You’ll probably need another one, too.” I smile in anticipation. In one swift motion, Tom leans down and pulls me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he comes back up. I squeal in surprise, and place my hands on his back to steady myself. In long strides, he takes us to my bedroom and tosses me onto the bed, laying me on my back.
Standing in between my legs, at the edge of the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped torso to me. I note, just how tantalizingly low, his pants are hanging from his hips. I’ve missed that, too. I bite my lip, and prop myself onto my elbows, so as to get a better view of the show. Tom smirks, basking in confidence. He quickly unhooks his belt and pulls down his zipper. “So, darling. How much did you miss me?” His eyes look up to meet mine, with a smoldering gaze. “A lot.” I manage, past the lump in my throat.
“Show me.” He breathes. His eyes never breaking away from mine.
Scooting, ungracefully, down to the edge of the bed, I prepare myself to give Tom what I know he’s been missing. I begin by placing slow, wet kisses, along his naked abdomen, trailing them down to his v-line. I peek up at him, past my lashes, and find his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. I slip my tongue out, and allow it travel from one hip to the other. “God,” Tom groans. With that boost of confidence, I hook my fingers into his pants and pull them down his legs. I continue to kiss my way down, as I pull off his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, revealing one of my favorite parts of his body. Without hesitating, I pull him into my mouth. He rewards me with a sharp intake of breath, and his hands reach down to grasp my hair, knotting his fingers tightly into it.
“Fuck.” He moans.
I smirk to myself, as I continue a steady rhythm. Bobbing my head up and down, twirling my tongue around him.
“How deep can I go?” He breathes.
I answer his question by taking him as far as I can, to the back of my throat.
“Jeeessusssss,” He seethes as his grip on my hair tightens and his breathing increases.
I allow him to pick his own pace and he holds my head steady, while he fucks my mouth. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel a warm creamy substance hit the back of my throat. He moans, and pulls out of my mouth as I try to swallow all of it. He pants as he tries to catch his breath. Before I can wipe my mouth, he pulls me up into a standing position and kisses me. His hands grasp my face, as his tongue peels my lips open. I moan as his tongue massages against mine, tasting and teasing me. We’re both breathless when he pulls away.
“God… I really have missed you.” He says as he strokes my cheeks with his thumbs.
I smile slyly. “Show me.”
He raises an eyebrow, before quickly untying my robe and slipping it over my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor at my ankles. He uses one hand to push me back onto the bed.