#i was so surprised seeing you in my inbox

[kurooh]

★ EPISODE 02. SLOTH

SUMMARY. a certain producer has been bothering shinsou since before the set up with hanta—you’re urgently wanted in a video with UA bombshell todoroki shoto! how exciting and nervewracking; he’s only one of your biggest fantasies, right? oh, and it looks like it’s shower scene too . . will he live up to your expectations?

WARNINGS. 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, awkwardness. wc / 6.1k

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shinsou calls you when the sun is sinking below the horizon and its colors are bleeding through the sky in picturesque streaks. you’re standing in front of the window when you pick up your phone, body thoroughly relaxed since returning from a trip to a nearby spa. tokyo is still very new to you, but it was hanta who’d kindly given you the recommendation.

“hey. sero told me the shoot went well. is that accurate or is he pulling my leg?”

his voice crackles through the phone and you just laugh at the idea of hanta playfully messing with people. it suits him, and makes him all the more attractive.

the shoot did go well—actually, that’s an extremely mild way to put it. your debut shoot had gone much better than you could’ve expected it to; your co-star is just being modest. still, even hours later, you can feel him on your skin.

not the grip of his hands on your waist as he positioned you on his lap, nor the pleasant sting of his teeth grazing along your lip in the middle of a graceless kiss.

once the cameras had stopped rolling, hanta helped to sit you up so that you could be comfortable against the cushions. instead of collecting his clothing off the floor and getting dressed, he’d just walked butt-ass naked around the whole room to find a pack of baby wipes. he tore them open and sank to his knees in front of you, as if to worship. gently, without haste, he began to clean the mess away from your inner thighs and pelvis.

when you flinched from the coolness of the wipe, he only ran his fingers along the curve of your hip and apologized, reminding you to stay still nonetheless. in comparison to the shoot, it was soft. entirely genuine and completely caring.

and it surprised you more than you expected it to. such a simple act of respect and compassion, and yet it’s all you can feel hours later. oh, and he was close—so close that you could see the light freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.

“he’s just being modest,” you’re trying to think of a way to explain that you really liked hanta without divulging too much about the shoot. if he wants details, he can watch the video when it’s uploaded to UA’s website. “we actually connected right off the bat. he really helped me to get past my nerves, and it was a perfect introduction to UA.”

shinsou hums thoughtfully, “i’m happy to hear that. since i’m still in my office, do you want me to add him to your yes list? if you’re still thinking about it, i suppose i can do it another—”

you don’t mean to cut him off, but you do. filming with hanta in the future? where can you sign up? “yeah, put his name down. thanks, shinsou.”

the clacking of a keyboard makes itself heard on his end as he adds hanta to the list. 

“oh, i’ve gotta ask. are you up for a shoot the day after tomorrow? i know it’s kind of fast to be scheduling you, but there’s a producer that wants you in a video. he’s been asking since before i scheduled you with sero.”

“do you have any details on it? or should i just show up and find out?”

“never do that,” shinsou chuckles, checking his inbox on his work computer. it doesn’t take long for him to find the email he’s looking for. “producer wants to pair you with todoroki shoto. the set isn’t at the studio, like it was today. you’d be filming at a condo in koto-ku.”

it isn’t very far from your apartment or UA studios, but the detail about the off-studio set isn��t what catches your attention. it’s the name of your potential co-star, todoroki shoto. you know him as well as any thirsty fan does. he’s a fucking knockout, and you’ve always wanted to meet him in person. even just meeting him at an adult trade show and shaking his hand would give you enough masturbation material for an entire year!

you try to keep the earnest excitement out of your voice by reminding yourself that this is a professional phone call with your manager about your job, not an invitation to join love island.

“sounds good. send me the details once you have them and i’ll do it.”

.  .  . 

you’re so keyed up you nearly scrape the side of someone’s car when you’re parking at the condominium. in all fairness, you’re filming with the todoroki shoto! UA’s pretty boy and easily the catch of the century—how could anyone even act normal about this?

luckily, you have some time to gather yourself when you’re ascending the stairs. shinsou forwarded you the information he’d received from the producer, and the cringe of what you’d be filming didn’t bother you one bit. the provided information about the loosely scripted, caught in the shower scene absolutely did not register in your mind. all that stood out to you in the email was shower sex and todoroki shoto—the only things of importance in the block of text.

this must be some sort of divine intervention.

someone upstairs must’ve witnessed your struggles and experiences at shiketsu, and decided to pay you back with interest. all of that workplace bullshit, those lousy fucks—maybe all of that was worth it, if this is what you get in return. an invitation to be at the top, a decent manager, and some hot co-stars. could this even be classified as working anymore? this feels more like living a dream shared by thousands of people, all of which would kill to have this chance.

according to shinsou’s directions, you’re right where you need to be. you knock on the door and quickly step back, practically vibrating with anticipation. what if your co-star has been practicing positions in the shower and answers the door shirtless? you’re drooling at the thought!

the door swings open, and less than a second later, you’re standing face to face with a middle-aged man. he offers you a friendly smile and extends a hand, skin visibly wet.

“you got here just in time! we’ve been working to prep the set, but it’ll take a little while before we get to filming. one of our mics got wet, so two of the guys are out getting another from the studio.”

part of you deflates a little inside, but your hopes were just too high. in fact, the director answering the door only adds to the amount of butterflies in your belly—the wait means that everything will be made absolutely worth it. he lets you in, and you follow him to the set while he goes on about where you can set your purse down during filming and how the kitchen fridge is actually full of food and drink. apparently, the producer personally owns this condo for filming and uses it regularly, only ever swapping out the talent. you’re way more focused on when you’ll be meeting your co-star and how well you’ll mesh together, but you still nod or say something periodically so he knows you’re somewhat listening.

at long last, your prayers are answered.

todoroki shoto stands in the middle of the bathroom, wearing more clothing than he needs to. he’s holding onto an old shower curtain, expression blank, but then his eyes land on you and his lips press into a small, almost imperceptible smile. 

and, bless his heart, he waves. “hi. nice to meet you.”

you manage to control the impulse to scream and say that you’ve been dying to meet him, schooling your pounding heart into submission. so, to match him, you wave back. “hey. are you replacing the shower curtain?”

“yes. it seemed pretty dirty.”

without elaborating, shoto folds it up and slips past you, out of the bathroom. the director is fiddling with a camera to make sure it’s still on when he glances over at you, feeling the need to assure you.

“he doesn’t talk much. it’s nothing personal, he’s just really quiet.”

“i thought that was the case,” you set your purse down on the counter, pushing it far away from the sink. “i don’t really mind. i’ve filmed some stuff with quiet co-stars, it’s no big deal.”

who the hell cares if he’s quiet right now? you’ll be able to draw him out of his shell once you’re both stripped naked and the camera’s rolling. 

you can hear commotion and the opening of a door. the director steps back, clapping his hands. “okay, the boys are back. you can help yourself to the fridge while we get this set up, and then we’ll be ready to start rolling.”

.  .  . 

“go ahead and turn around so that your back is facing us. yes, there you go. once we’re recording, you’ll strip, get in, all that business. todoroki, you went through the notes? you know when you’re supposed to step in, yes?”

your co-star nods, the packet of notes on the shoot in his hand. his face remains neutral despite all of the conversation filling the room, and he’s looking at the freshly replaced shower curtain—or maybe he’s looking at you. the director says something, gesturing to the camera mounted on the shower wall, but you’re too caught up in following the direction of shoto’s gaze to register what’s said until your name is said.

“everybody good to go?” the director looks around the room, making sure that everyone nods, including yourself. “in that case, action!”

with as much sexiness and grace as you can muster, you slide your top up and off of your head without any struggle. your shorts are next to go, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. they’re not the same as the ones you’d worn with hanta; you hadn’t been able to find those even after the shoot wrapped up, so you just assumed they’d been thrown away. after all, he’d absolutely shredded your panties.

you unclasp your bra and shrug it off. the packet of notes on the shoot didn’t give you much information about each scene, looking like it had been torn away from the writer while they were still brainstorming. messy bullet points with complicated annotations were scrawled below every titled scene—one of the things that had you furrowing your brows was a nondescript bullet point reading sexify soap bottle highlighted in both yellow and blue. who the hell is the producer behind this? yes, you’re thankful that they set you up with shoto, but they need to get their shit together when it comes to giving actors material to go off of. it’s either a neat, legible packet or nothing at all!

emphasizing the slight recoil of your asscheeks as you pull the panties down is a little bit awkward. actually, it’s very awkward, but you have no choice but to push through it. you rush to kick the underwear off and hop into the shower; the camera has seen enough of your ass when you’re undressing. whoever isn’t skipping the slow, teasing removal of clothing scene in the beginning of most porn videos has some serious patience!

anyway, you step under the warm spray. the water pressure is just wonderful, as nice as a hotel shower, and all you can smell is the fresh, new shower curtain. colorful bottles of shampoo and body wash line the shelves, just begging to be grabbed, so you give in, selecting a sweetly scented wash. it pours smoothly into your palm with a soft squirt, and fragrance curls through the air as you start to soap up your legs.

you don’t realize the minutes have gone by until you’re in the middle of spreading the suds all over your tits, and the shower curtain is unceremoniously pulled to the side. the culprit is grasping the plastic, which is printed with rubber duckies all over it, and he manages to look smoking hot rather than unserious. oh, if this was for real, you wouldn’t mind having a roommate like him walking in on you in the shower. hell, you’d make sure your apartment is outfitted with a glass shower if it meant he could watch you get all sudsy!

shoto’s cheeks are the lightest shade of pink as his eyes shamelessly dart from your soapy tits to your face. it’s clear that he doesn’t know where to look—you barely manage to keep the smirk off your lips, remembering that you’re supposed to feign surprise.

“i thought i heard a noise, like you slipped . . or something.”

fuck improv. shoto’s done with having to come up with ridiculous porno lines. he doesn’t watch nearly enough stuff by his lonesome to get creative. like, if you’re a producer hiring him for a shoot, why does he have to come up with dialogue for your video? and for the love of god, any scripts or note packets given must be neat and legible, with useful details or annotations!

the gray and turquoise of his multi-colored eyes look like precious gemstones. how is it possible for someone to hit the genetic lottery like he did? shoto’s skin is clear and smooth, in the kind of way that doesn’t come from just expensive and high quality skincare. behind you, the water falls onto the tile, hitting it like rain, and you realize it’s time to deliver your line.

“i’m pretty sure i locked the door,” then you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing meaningfully at his grip on the curtain and how far he’s pulled it back, “don’t tell me you broke in, roomie.”

shoto’s face darkens with embarrassment, and all you can think to yourself is wow, he’s really such a good actor! with the curtain drawn back, the spray makes its way out of the shower and onto his dry clothing, dampening the fabric. naturally, your eyes begin to wander, raking down his body until you spot the lump of his half-hard cock in his sweats. 

“i didn’t break – alright, i did,” he submits easily, chewing on his lower lip while his gaze flicks from your face to your chest. “but shouldn’t you have made it so i didn’t have to?”

suds slip down your chest, mingling with water and pouring down your slippery body. they mostly dissipate on their way down, but a few traces of soap catch in the hair at your pelvis. you swish your body from side to side, setting a hand on your hip for your next line. he looks up, catching the slightest twitch of your lip—are you holding back a laugh or a smile?

“you’re blaming me for not making a move? don’t think i haven’t seen you skulking around every single day. you’re my roommate, and you’re acting like you wanna be my boyfriend or something.”

again, fuck improv! this entire genre of unscripted hot roommate porn needs to die immediately, but he pushes it out of his mind in favor of thinking useful thoughts. it feels like it’s too early to call a cut, but what if—no, he’s got it. what does any not-so-good actor do when they’re struggling in the middle of a scene? they think of their co-workers and dive into the scenario to better understand it. you are his hot roommate that he’s been lusting after, and he needs to act like it!

you don’t expect him to pull back, and clearly, neither does the director—the man is squinting in confusion from behind shoto, whispering profoundly to the guy opening a laptop.

he clears his throat, suddenly stepping back. “you never once stopped me or called me out. i’m, uh, sorry for misreading the situation.”

before shoto can fully turn around, you do the first thing that comes to mind. 

you reach out and grab him by the dick. that definitely gets his attention; his eyes widen a fraction, and genuine surprise just looks so good on him that it makes your thighs squeeze together. he stares at you, a vehement mixture of both arousal and incredulity buried in his eyes, and you’re still holding him in place. it’s too early to let go, so you squeeze, reeling him in like the catch he is.

“i never said you read things wrong . . and maybe—maybe i liked the attention too much to stop you.”

shoto kisses you right then and there, pressing himself against you so that he’s halfway in the shower. the shower water hits him like rain, soaking his hair, and you realize that if you weren’t completely naked and working to tug his pants down, this could almost be a scene straight out of the notebook. his hands wander to your bare ass and he kneads the flesh there, more for himself than you.

“cut! cut before anything goes further!”

the director is quick to stop recording, holding a hand up as he gets to his feet. he looks toward a member of the camera crew, who is opening tabs and programs on the laptop. “hold on for a second, we just have to make sure the camera in the shower is recording correctly.”

shoto looks like he’s in pain when you let him go, but he doesn’t say anything.

“so,” you smile warmly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along his arm as you talk. “i liked your improv. you really brought the idea of the video to life with all of that.”

yes, it’s a totally regurgitated compliment from your shoot with hanta. you made sure to say it with as much charisma and friendliness as he did, and yet, shoto remains placid. he nods, his lips pressing into a straight line. for a moment, you think he’ll strike up a conversation, but he only says, “thank you. you too.”

oh, so he’s shy. it’s not completely shocking, considering your line of work—it’s easy to be bold and sexy on camera, but actually talking? it can be more difficult for some actors and actresses. although, if you were being completely honest and not just understanding, you had somewhat expected this shoot to go as well as your last one did with hanta. you’d hoped to hit it off initially, then explore the chemistry on set, but he’s just too damn polite. could you break him down in the shower?

at shiketsu, he was a fan favorite among many of the girls. (actually, if you’re thinking back far enough, you’ve definitely heard one or two men talking quietly about him too.) many of them would watch his videos and swoon over the way he’d handle his co-star in it or talk out loud about what they’d do if they got the chance to film with him. now you have the chance to do something with him—and you’re going to make it count.

“you got everything synced up? okay, check this so you can make sure it’s—yeah, that’s good,” the director looks toward you, your co-star, and the mounted camera in the shower. “we’re rolling in five! if you could resume kissing like the last scene, that’d be easier for the editors.”

“hey. should i rinse off all the soap so we don’t risk slipping? it’d be better visually if i left it, but it’s up to you.” shoto hears your whispering and nods, leaning in so that the microphones don’t pick up his response.

“yes, we could turn around so that you can rinse. i don’t want either of us to slip or fall, especially with the shower being as small as it is. it’s an emergency room visit waiting to happen.”

as of right now, the camera is rolling. shoto moves fast, nearly headbutting you when he crushes his lips against yours; the kiss is warm, silently eager, and not at all what would be shared between two yearning roommates. if this video was about thanking your partner after some good sex, maybe it’d work. but it isn’t; you take the reins and crank the heat all the way up.

shoto gasps into your mouth when you hike your leg up and around his waist, dragging him into the shower like you plan to devour him. you’re also not holding onto anything aside from him, so he has no choice but to go along or risk dropping you. by the time he gets under the steady steam of water, his shirt and boxers are entirely soaked; his sweatpants are a gray heap on the floor, the only article of clothing that remains dry.

the mounted camera undoubtedly zooms in on shoto pressing you against the wall, and you grabbing at his cock through his boxers. against the column of your throat and in between quick kisses, he emits the softest of sounds, letting you know to keep doing exactly what you’re doing. the water washes away much of the soap and significantly lowers the possibility of slipping, allowing for easier movement—he leans back to undress, making quick work of his shirt and boxers.

now, it’s just you and one of your favorite pornstars.

you’re minutes away from making a longtime fantasy become reality.

before you know it, he’s on you again, but this time he’s fitting a hand between your thighs. you open up for him like a flower in the moonlight, expecting to hear a moan or even some filthy praise, but there’s nothing. not a word, not even a sigh. you fill the silence for both of you with a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider in hopes that he’ll touch you more.

the tips of his fingers glide against your pussy and come away slick with your arousal. while staring directly into your eyes, shoto raises his hand to his lips and proceeds to lick his fingers clean, like he’s just spilled something sweet while cooking. it’s hot as fuck to watch—you feel the throb of need right in your clit. catching a glimpse of his tongue as it curls around his finger does not help either.

while he’s focused on giving you a show of sin, your eyes leave his to inevitably wander down his body. his chest is all lean muscle and sharp edges, the strength and hard work obvious in a single glance. someone’s voice mixes with the sound of the water and turns to static; you only hear your co-star when he tilts your chin up, bringing your eyes to his.

“i said, bend over.”

it’s only a simple command, but it does so many complex things to your body.

in only a fraction of a second, you’re already bent over and ready. water rushes over your back, much of it sliding off, but some pours down your ass and against your pussy. without looking behind you to check, you know his eyes are on you, and so is the camera—in fact, it’s probably zooming in right now.

there’s a hushed thud as shoto drops to his knees, promptly grasping your hips to draw you back. he doesn’t give a damn if it causes you to lose your footing, but he might just do it again if it means he’ll be able to hear your gasp of surprise again.

fervent and excruciating, a tingling heat surges through your body once he gets his tongue on you. slowly, like he’s savoring a meal, he licks a stripe from your clit upwards, dipping the tip of his tongue past your folds like a fucking tease. it’s good, so good that you gasp out a moan and press back into his face, palms sliding down the wet tile. it’s only just begun, but you’re already wondering what he’ll do to you. what if he overstimulates you, licking your clit like it’s a lollipop, until your knees are buckling? maybe he’ll make out with your pussy, french kissing it in a way that’s a lot less shy than how he’d kissed your lips . .

your back arches when his fingers slide into you without any resistance; he buries them to the knuckle and exhales at how god damn tight you feel around him. after a beat, he begins to flick his wrist, setting up an unwavering rhythm with an ease garnered only through experience.

his tongue slides against your clit and it’s like a match to gasoline—your reaction is immediate and irresistible. it’s no secret that shoto’s currently rock hard, his cock hanging neglected and untouched between his thighs, but it doesn’t distract him in the slightest. right now, it’s only your pleasure that matters, and honestly, he’s not inclined to pause if it means you’ll stop making those pretty sounds.

“fuck, you’re good with your tongue,” you gasp, almost choking on the words, “j-just keep licking me like that, baby.”

baby? baby?

the casual petname slips out of you easily, even if the rest of what you were saying didn’t, and shit, it really does something to him. shoto remains silent, even though his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it’s possible he could faint; even so, he decides not to say anything at all. doesn’t make any noise. doesn’t let himself breathe too loudly. doesn’t look affected.

you’re too caught up in the sensations of his devastating fingers and the way he uses his tongue in just the right way to notice his silence. right now, it’s just the splashing of water, your breathless moans, and the squelches of your soaked cunt as his fingers plunge in and out, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“oh my godddd,” an almost-sob tears out of your throat, and shoto’s eyes roll back. he’s licking your clit like the whipped cream on a sundae, his mouth watering at the taste of you. to be honest, he actually regrets fingering you right now—it’d be so much better if he could use both hands to hold you against his face while he drinks in everything you have to give him.

when his agent had let him know the details about the shoot and who the producer wanted to pair him with, shoto dug through his safari tabs to find the shiketsu studios website, the library of alexandria’s filthy counterpart. the website was open on his very favorite video of you, the one where you were giving some bum a handjob and talking him through it. thank god the actor had the sense to stay silent, even though you were giving it to him good. 

that is exactly the kind of porn that shoto likes. if he’s sitting down to watch something either for dialogue inspiration or to jerk off—something that happens once in a blue moon—he prefers the man in the video to be quiet. many of them tend to let out these nasty, animalistic grunts that they mistakenly believe are sexy, and it just ruins the mood. everything about your video was top tier—he could only see you working the guy’s cock, only hear you talking to him, and god, it was perfect. shiketsu was a lot of things, but never sloppy when it came to your videos; during your early days, whoever had been in charge was setting you up in some hot videos left and right, making sure that those angles were nothing short of flawless.

it was posted over two years ago. he still watches it to get himself hot before shoots and in between takes to keep himself hard, locking himself in the bathroom to stroke himself to the sound of your voice. the audio plays in his head, mixing with your pitched moans and occasional whines; shoto’s unconsciously reaching toward his cock, pressing his face flush against your pussy.

“hnngh, shit,” he licks you harder, thinking about how much you deserve this. for accepting this shoot with him, for helping him not get fired, for helping him get off for the past two years.

his hand wraps around his leaking cock, and fuck, it feels like sweet relief. 

“‘m close, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” frantic desperation makes its way through your words, and shoto’s fist strokes upward, his grip tightening at the tip. part of him wishes that you were filming a video where you were the one leading or controlling the situation . . maybe the opportunity will come along sometime in the future. 

you fall off the edge and into overwhelming euphoria with a sob. all you can do is pant, trying your hardest to breathe against the water rushing over your face. shoto does his best to help you through it by kissing at your clit, his fingers curling deeply against that soft spot inside of you.

he does it until you squirm away, bothered by the overstimulation. he sneaks a peek at the director, who motions to keep going. when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to hold your hips, you turn, throwing him a heated look over your shoulder.

without saying anything, you’ve communicated what you really want.

shoto straightens, cock still in hand. just to draw it out, he rubs the tip against your swollen clit, trying to be sensitive to the fact that you literally just came a minute before, but the contact is still as electric as a shock. it’s torture at its finest—you’re pressing back, eager to feel all of him.

he exhales shortly when he slides his cock into you, his eyebrows drawing together. there’s no simultaneous moan or words of filthy praise; shoto bottoms out and pulls you a few inches closer. as the post-orgasm bliss begins to ebb away into something more kinetic, you moan a few times, trying to sell the scene. this is supposed to be the heated climax (pun intended) between two yearning roommates, and he doesn’t seem to be engaged. 

as much as you want to see his pretty face, you’re actually grateful that you’re bent over instead. it’d be more awkward making noise if you were looking into his eyes, unable to hide the embarrassment that comes along with doing so. it’s one thing when you and your partner are both making noise, but this is clearly not the case.

it feels good when he starts to move, leisurely rocking his hips into you like he’s taking it slow just to map out your body, maybe commit the details to memory. skin against skin, tip to cervix—the tempo is comfortable as it builds upon itself. there is a certain sense of detachment in the movement, like maybe you’re not on the same page, or perhaps your sexual preferences are very different. the hot fuck me look over the shoulder has worked on your co-stars in the past—there’s something about the wild eye contact right after an orgasm that gets people moving faster than saying the words could.

you’re buried in your head, wondering what you’ll eat for dinner tonight and why he’s so god damn quiet. shoto’s got complete access to your body and he’s fucking you like he’s half asleep; his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, and he appears to be concentrating intensely. how are you supposed to feel comfortable moaning and making noise when it’s just you making an effort to do so?

shoto’s eyes narrow, his heart kicking against his ribcage. he’s raw inside your pussy and able to feel every agonizing squeeze of your walls as you get tighter; he wants more than anything to let himself succumb to your body, the pleasure you’re giving him, but he holds back for the camera. his jaw clenches with effort as he holds his tongue, thinking of what’ll be the best for your budding reputation and the viewers of the UA website. but if he really focuses, listening closely, he can hear you getting quieter now.

so, he murmurs your name and starts to move faster, with more passion, and that seems to get you going. you’re letting out these hushed moans and occasional whines of that’s good or harder, and he actually has to bite at his cheek so he doesn’t get too loud. a faint, iron-like taste gathers on his tongue, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he bites down harder.

the dirty smacking of skin against skin fills the room, giving the microphones half of the noise that they need to make this video a good one. shoto deciding to go a little harder makes it a little bit easier to moan, even though you’re still feeling a little less hot than you’d expected to.

“fuck, right there,” you gasp, hoping that it’ll encourage him to say something back. you really don’t want to call cut and explain why silent sex is a turn-off, then continue filming for however long to get it right. the possibility of offending him—perhaps he’s naturally quiet—and then having to continue afterward is one of the things that bothers you the most. “g-give it to me, babe.”

no response. a slight chance in pace, an adjustment of the angle of his cock, but not a single noise.

you let it go on for about three more minutes, until you can’t deal with it anymore. since orgasming, you haven’t been in the frame of mind to have sex—there’s no haze making your thoughts fuzzy, and not enough arousal to keep you going. even thinking of hanta doesn’t help! you throw your ass back onto him a few times before you bite the bullet, mouth falling open.

“oh my god, oh my god,” and your back arches to make it more believable, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum.”

you squeeze around him as hard as you can, still flexing the muscles even when you let go, and it actually works. shoto pulls out of you, choking out something under his breath, and spills white and messy across your lower back. the water washes all of it away, and you let your head hang, feeling the disappointment like a freight train. this entire shoot was the complete opposite of what you’d so badly wanted, and you just faked an orgasm to get it over with.

“cut!”

shoto helps you up and turns off the water. much of it has gotten outside of the shower, forming cold puddles on the floor that you’re careful not to slip on. the director comes forward with towels, offering one to you and one to your co-star.

“you can get dressed in the bedroom right across the hallway,” he explains to you, handing you your folded clothes, “and we’ve got a few extra shirts and boxers—uh, what size are you?”

you walk to the bedroom, wiping yourself dry without looking back. as you get dressed, you can’t help but wonder what you’ll tell shinsou. he’d probably picked up on how excited you were to do this shoot, and now you’re coming away from it feeling unsatisfied. but you’re a pornstar! pornstars don’t always have good sex, and that’s fine—sometimes the hottest people in the industry aren’t always the best lays. this was only a trial run with him, right? if you get paired with him in the distant future, it’ll probably be a lot better. maybe his problem is that he doesn’t let loose enough, but who knows?

someone knocks on the door without announcing themselves.

assuming it’s the director, you unlock the door and pull it open, only to come face to face with a shirtless todoroki shoto. it feels like what you wanted to see upon arriving at the condo—damp hair, barely dry muscles on display, gray sweatpants. he’s a god damn wet dream and quite the sight to behold.

he gives you a sideways hug, and okay, you’re ready for a do-over. one bed, no cameras, and a locked door. the camera crew needs to step aside—you’re more than capable of handling this.

“i, um, just wanted to say thank you. for a good shoot. it was very nice to meet you today.”

“of course,” you smile at him, folding up your wet towel and heading to the bathroom. the camera crew is busy breaking everything down while the director works with the laptop to save the footage for editors. “thank you for the towel. is there anything else you’ve got for me before i head out?”

he sets down the laptop and stands to shake your hand. “if you could just drop that into the basket near the washer and dryer before you leave, that’d be most appreciated. we’ll be finished editing and touching things up by this time tomorrow, and then we’ll contact your manager with any additional information.”

shoto doesn’t follow you to say anything more when you step out of the bathroom. just like when you’d first met, he waves again, but this time, a happy smile spreads across his face.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Do you think Charles/Camilla is withholding the vault from Catherine or that Catherine doesn't want to wear the jewels? I thought it was interesting that Camilla purloined Sophie's Aquamarine Ribbon Tiara (I am assuming Camilla has now made it a "queen only" tiara now) and then Sophie wore the Lotus Flower Tiara. BP pretended that it was in honor of the Japanese State Visit as Sophie was the 2nd highest lady in the land at the dinner but funny when Camilla was the 2nd highest lady in the land she never wore the Lotus Flower Tiara, that went to the 3rd highest lady in the land--Catherine. I really don't think Catherine is going to be loaned any of the tiaras Camilla wore as Duchess of Cornwall but I would be happy to be wrong. (And please don't mention that hideous Strathmore Rose beginner tiara that besides made Catherine's head look 2 sizes too big it seemed to visually diminish her status by giving her a lesser tiara. It has no historical value other than the Queen Mother's parents bought it for her for her wedding and the first chance she had access to royal tiaras she put it away never to be seen again.)

First, let me apologize for how long your asks have sat in my inbox, @creamyteacup! For some reason, I can only see your asks on mobile, and they didn’t show up until I cleared out my inbox!

Second, I think Kate doesn’t like wearing or want to wear the jewelry. She also doesn’t need Charles and Camilla to make her loans, as allegedly all of the official jewelry Diana had as Princess of Wales was left in a trust for the future Princess of Wales/William’s wife to wear, so she doesn’t need any of the Duchess of Cornwall jewelry.

And while we’re on the topic, I have a feeling that William is going to put much of the Duchess of Cornwall jewelry in longterm holding once Camilla passes for time to “clean” them, if you will. I’d be surprised if we see any of Camilla’s jewelry on Kate, Charlotte, or George’s and Louis’s wives.

(My pie in the sky tinhat fantasy is that if the Sussexes go back into the BRF, William dumps Camilla’s jewelry on Meghan to sanitize them as “not for senior royals” jewels.)

Third, I think you might be misunderstanding the tiara protocol. Tiaras are made on lifetime loans — that’s the lifetime of the monarch who issued the loan, not the lifetime of the wearer. It’s a common misunderstanding. What this means is that on the death of the issuing monarch, all of the loaned jewelry should be returned to the palace for inventory and the new monarch makes new loans to the royal women. They might choose to return the same loans or they might choose to loan new/different pieces.

So Camilla didn’t steal the aquamarine ribbon tiara from Sophie. Sophie returned the tiara as per the protocol and Charles/Camilla decided not to loan it back to her.

For the Lotus Flower Tiara, we can assume one of two options:

Option 1: Kate returned it per the protocol and it was given to Sophie, who received it as an upgrade. Or

Option 2: Kate still “has” the tiara and loaned it to Sophie for the state visit knowing the importance of the lotus flower to Japan.

FWIW, I think it’s Option 2 because the base of the Lotus Flower tiara was still wrapped in brown velvet ribbon to match Kate’s hair, vs the ribbon being changed to yellow or white to match Sophie’s hair. The palace’s announcement that it was given to the second-highest royal woman to wear was clunky and they really shouldn’t have said anything, but this is the era of King Charles, who loves the media and loves talking to them so never explain, never complain is vastly outdated.

As for why Camilla never “stole” Lotus Flower from Kate, to use your phrasing, that’s because she couldn’t. The Queen had very strict rules about who could wear what and when someone was upgraded, so even if Camilla wanted the Lotus Flower while she was Duchess of Cornwall, too bad so sad. It wasn’t her choice.

Lastly, them’s some fighting words about the Strathmore Rose Tiara! I hope you’re ready to fight for your life in the comments. 🤣

I like the tiara as a historical piece and I liked seeing Kate wear something different, but I did feel it was out of place on Kate. I understand the significance of it being the Queen Mother’s tiara and Kate’s standing in the family/her role as Queen is lining up to emulate the Queen Mother so her being the first to wear it in so long…it makes sense, but it is a bit of a downgrade for The Princess of Wales to wear after the Lover’s Knots big gun. I do like Strathmore Rose better as Charlotte’s starter tiara and who knows, maybe that can still happen. (But if we had to make bets, I’d put my money on the Cartier Halo for Charlotte’s starter given that it was Kate’s wedding tiara.)

Anyway, going back to the Lotus Flower and the Aquamarine Ribbon tiaras, I think one wearing isn’t enough info to tell what’s going on, eg did Camilla take it from Sophie or was Sophie upgraded or did Kate loan it to Sophie. We need to wait and see who wears those tiaras next:

If Aquamarine shows up on Camilla again, it’ll be safe to say that yes, Sophie returned it and Camilla is now wearing it. (But it is kinda…paltry, I guess, for a Queen Tiara compared to what else is in the collection.)

If Sophie wears Lotus Flower again and the base is still wrapped in brown, I’d say it still belongs to Kate and she just loaned it to Sophie again because she isn’t attending state events. But if Sophie wears it and the base is now wrapped in white/yellow, then yes, it’s truly hers now and Kate was “upgraded” to Strathmore Rose in its stead.

[auxiliaryslinky]

10 HELLENIC POLYTHEISM JOURNAL/REFLECTION PROMPTS, from yours truly - long prompts edition

ᶦᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵛᵃⁿᶦˢʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵛᵃᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵖˡˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʸʳᵉ

Icarus was told never to fly too close to the sun, but he, too, was reminded not to fly so near the sea. We all have had instances where we soared too high and fell grandly. But have you been so afraid to take a risk that it became the reason for your downfall or regret?

Even if you do not worship or actively practice with them, which deity, in terms of what they represent, their values and virtues, and even in personality, do you think you share the most in common with? Or alternatively, which one do you have the most affinity for?

In terms of hubris, man is blinded in two ways. Do you see so much of what you have that you forget you are lacking, or do you only see the absence of what you do not own, so that you cannot cherish what is there?

Spear to your throat, answer me: aimlessly yearn for the one who has long vanished, or slowly grow resentful of the one who stayed but changed?

Love exists beyond romantic and sexual connotations. Which of the seven forms do you find you embody the most? Which love is the one you give most wholeheartedly to others?

Xenia, the virtue of hospitality, is not merely to show excellent social graces, but as a mode of building community, care, and compassion for fellow man. How do you honor the spirit of xenia in your daily life? How do others do it for you?

Do you believe that the essence of the gods exists in every person you meet, that some people exist like mortal effigies of godly faces? If so, has any particular individual struck you or given you the energy of a particular deity? In what way?

Create a playlist for a particular epithet or title of a god you worship, focusing on that specific quality highlighted by the title given to the deity. For each song, either A) highlight a set of lyrics that connect it to the deity's epithet, or B) explain in no more than two sentences why this song was selected and added.

Out of the four cardinal virtues of Prudence (practical discernment), Justice (lawful uprightness), Temperance (conscious moderation), and Fortitude (resilient courage), which ones do you feel you have the most mastery over? And which ones do you feel you must further improve on?

SURPRISE FANDOM QUESTION! Name a famous or renowned person (deceased or currently living) that you think might quite literally just be a god hiding amongst the mortals and has done quite a good job at it thus far.

that's it for now, 10 long prompts to get your gears working!! You can recommend some prompt themes in my inbox, and if I've got the time or motivation, I can probably work on them, but I cannot guarantee constant online presence. Blessed day, have fun!!

-thio of (@auxiliaryslinky and @zineovator)

[maidragoste]

Gender Revelation

Frank Langdon x Wife!Reader

Hi, I'm back with more of Langdon's Wife! Reader. I hope you like it, even if it's short.

I remind you that my commissions are open, or if you enjoy my reading, you can support me on Ko-Fi to help pay for my cat's veterinary bills. Despite the commissions, my inbox is also open in case you want to share headcanons or ideas for me to write about 🤗💖

As I always say, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated because they motivate me to keep writing 🤭💖💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you have a good reading!

Frank and you wanted to do something special to find out the gender of Langdon baby number three, but you didn't want to do anything big. Not after the disaster of your previous pregnancy's gender reveal party.

So this time, Frank and you asked the doctor to write the gender on a piece of paper, and when you left the clinic, you went to your favorite bakery and ordered a gender reveal cake.

Now, a day later, the cake sits on the dining room table. Frank is preventing Tanner and Luke from getting their hands on the frosting and revealing the inside while you take one last picture of the cake before it's cut.

“It looks so pretty I feel bad cutting it,” you sighed.

“Mom, I want cake.” You could tell from Luke’s tone of voice that he’d soon throw a tantrum if he didn’t get a piece of cake quickly.

"Just wait a little longer, Luke,” you said as you handed your husband the other plastic cup and placed Tanner’s hand in yours so he could cut the cake with you. You watched Frank do the same with Luke. “Are we all ready?”

“Yes!” the kids shout excitedly, Frank and you smile at each other. You can see in his eyes that he's just as excited as you are. He'd really made an effort not to find out the gender early. He accompanied you to your doctor's appointments but avoided seeing the ultrasounds at all costs so as not to ruin the surprise of finding out together.

“Good. Then on the count of three,” announces Frank “One.”

“Two. Three,” all finish counting together, the kids practically screaming in their ears, but Frank and you are too happy to be bothered.

You help Tanner maneuver the cup and laugh when he rushes to remove the cup before Luke so he can see the inside of the cake first.

Maybe it's the hormones that make you sensitive, but the moment you see the pink cake and the pink sprinkles inside, your eyes start to water.

“I knew it! I told you it was a girl!” your oldest son shouts. Of the boys, he's the most excited about the baby; not a day goes by without him asking you questions about his new sibling.

Seeing how moved you are, Frank rushes to give Luke a spoon so he can do whatever he wants with the cake and focus on you. He hugs you and kisses your head several times until you seem calmer.

“We’re having a girl!” he says, still smiling, gently caressing your face. “You have no idea how happy I am. I can’t wait for us to meet her.” He kisses you wanting to show you even a tiny bit of all the love he feels for you, how grateful he is that you’re a part of his life and for everything you give him. “Now we can choose her name and start putting her room together. Tomorrow we can go to the paint store to pick out the colors, and then…”

You cut off Frank's chatter by placing your palm over his mouth.

You know you chose the right man to marry when you see that he looks just as happy as he was when you found out you were having boys. You know your husband and he'd be happy no matter the gender of the baby, but seeing him puts you at ease.

"Why don't we enjoy some cake first and relax a little? There's no rush to get the room ready, honey, we have time," you say, taking your hand off of him.

"Good. Cake, and then I'll start bragging to everyone that I'm going to be a dad to a baby girl," he declares, making you smile.

[jellyfishandry]

heya! im not sure if youre accepting asks but i saw you on the All Might tag! I was wondering if you wanted to write for him then maybe something cute and sweet like All Might slowly realizing that hes in love? Like crushing all might essentially, his thoughts, how he realizes he has feelings and maybe eventually how he confesses? or how he reacts to being confessed to unexpectedly? just some heart wrenching fluff.

All Might Falling in Love

C/W: gn reader, possibly ooc :(, implied injuries, takes place after USJ attack

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox forever, I'm so sorry 😞 I'm also doing this on mobile, so the formating might be weird.

You came to UA as a security consultant after the villains broke into the school and attacked the hero students.  He met you briefly, in his true form, and the only thing he thought was that you were nice, and good at your job.  Nezu offered you a job (that paid better than your current one) at UA, and you took it.  Now he saw you every day. It wasn’t a big deal at first, you were just a co-worker. But over time he found himself talking to you more than the other staff.  He kept brushing his feelings off, telling himself that you were just fun to talk to. He initiates a lot of conversations with you, but he’s unwilling to go farther than that. After a few passing comments from Aizawa about the way he acts around you, he comes to terms with his feelings. But he’s not the happiest about it. He doesn’t see himself as romantically loveable. Most of the time he’s in his true form, which in his eyes, isn’t flattering.  But he still indulges in conversations and lunch breaks with you, even if there’s a little voice in his head saying he doesn’t deserve the attention of someone as lovely and kind as you.  After fighting AFO he woke up in the hospital, with you sitting right by him, reading a book.  He was truly surprised to see you there. He thought you would be back at the school helping the other staff members. But here you were, quietly reading a book while watching over him. When you look up, his face goes red.  "You’re here.” Is all he can muster at the moment.  Nurses come over and change his bandages. As they do that, he notices your eyes staying fixed on his face, respectfully not looking at his half-naked body.  “I was scared I wouldn’t see you again.” All he can do is stare at you. Sure, people didn’t want the symbol of peace to die, but this was different.  There was so much relief in your expression, and it took him a minute to realize what was happening when the nurses left the room to give them some privacy. Your hand reached towards his, and he gratefully accepted the touch. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him with such affection and softness.  “How about some tea after I’m out of the hospital?” He asked. “I’d love some.” 

[sheeezu]

WHERE HAVE U BEEN. HOW HAVE U BEEN DOING??

Oh my god.

I sometimes forget I have a shifting blog. I know people have forgotten about me as well, even if I stay in their following.

Thank you good anon I didn't expect to see a check in, I didn't even expect to get any asks (I'm surprised by the amount)

I'm very detached from this blog, I don't exactly remember how I used to answer asks, enthusiastically or with a grump telltale of my multiversal abilities 😏

Anyways, physically I'm no way fine, mentally below average, spirituality? Whimsical.

I've been bedridden if that's what you meant by "been doing", and shifting here and there having babies and stuff

Random tmi, making a shifting blog led me to discover the wonders of TUMBLRING. I have a personal blog and instead of thinking in my head and keeping thoughts as thoughts I just rant there

Ok

Ilyyyy bye ill try to empty my inbox so I don't walk away with guilt

....(thats a project)

[enter-the-rickyverse]

Hey space babies!! My hiatus is ending very soon and I'm just about ready to draw more of everyone's favorite space age bachelor man, so I figured a new pinned post was in order.

A lot of you know me as @icepoptroll and I started this blog last year because I love every version of Ricky Potts and I'm on a mission to draw all the Rickies. I also love capturing likenesses in drawings. Ricky as a character is a great vehicle for celebrating diversity and body positivity and he just makes a lot of people feel seen. Here's how it works:

1. When my ask box opens, send me an ask requesting any Ricky-centric drawing you would like me to make. You can ask for something more general like "Scott Redmond Ricky" or something specific like "Alex Wyse Ricky wearing xyz outfit." If you'd like to be surprised, you can say "any Ricky" and I'll pick one out of the hundreds that are out there. I can also make that a Savannah if you would like. I also do custom Ricky/Savannah designs, but you will need to give me some form of reference picture for those. Reference pictures are always highly appreciated, especially for obscure Rickies, or Rickies from double or triple cast productions. Feel free to use the art I make you as lockscreens, wallpapers, etc, just please credit me if it's something public like a header or pfp.

2. Yes, I will draw Ricky with other characters (including OCs) and I will draw ships, but bear in mind the more complex the request, the longer it will take me to make it, as I don't make use of AI at all, my digital art is all made manually. Previously I fulfilled requests in the order they were received, but as requests became more complex I had to start drawing simpler ones first and saving the more time-consuming ones for last. There is a limit of no more than four characters per drawing-- I will not draw the entire choir at one time. Going forward, I will be giving first priority to less complex requests (meaning, those simply asking for just a Ricky without many specifics). Please, make sure your requests FOCUS on Ricky, not just feature him in order to qualify. Ricky and most of the other characters are canonically minors, as are many of my followers, so all requests MUST be SFW.

3. I generally don't say no to requests, as long as I judge them to have been sent in good faith. One of my biggest priorities here is honoring Ricky as a disabled character. If a request makes me uncomfortable, in the sense that it seems to be malicious in some way, I will not do it. Please remember that I'm drawing the likenesses of real people here; I am mutuals and even friends with a lot of the actors who have portrayed Ricky and they see the art I make of them. That being said, please keep your reqs respectful of that. If a batch ends and you didn't get yours, it's possible I didn't feel comfortable doing it, or Tumblr got glitchy and ate the ask. If you don't see yours, DM me, and we can look into it.

4. I understand why some people use the anon feature, but I highly recommend sending asks OFF anon. This way I can reach out to you if I need further information, or to ask you to pick something else on the rare off-chance I can't fulfill the request you originally made. Please friends, keep it to one request per person per batch unless I call for seconds. DO NOT use the anon feature to make multiple requests; it's usually pretty apparent to me when several anons all came from one person.

5. Once a batch gets big I close my ask box so I can work on them without them piling up. When I reopen, I will make an announcement post. If you come to my page and don't see a button to submit an ask, that means I closed asks on purpose and will reopen again at a later time. Please don't try to send your request in a DM or to my askbox on main: I will end up telling you to please ask for it again when my inbox reopens. To keep from missing the boat, I recommend turning on post notifications for this blog. That way, when I announce that I have reopened, you'll be the first to know!

6. This is new, but I've been thinking a lot of how I would like to run this blog going forward in a way that accommodates quantity AND quality. With this, just know that some of the art you receive may be simple, less-is-more sketches, and some might be more finished drawings. This comes down to what I think will look best in the end and what I personally feel I can do with a prompt. At this point I have fulfilled over 400 Rick-quests and I do this 100% for free, so it's important that I keep myself from burning out. Whatever the case, everyone will get something nice.

7. Most importantly, use good judgment. Let's all act in accordance with the one commandment in the Bachelor Man Bible: 'Don't be a dick.'

If you've made it to this point I really appreciate you reading my guidelines!! Looking forward to drawing my boy Ricky again. Live long and prosper, may the force be with you, and happy Rickening to all you cool cats 😎😸

[cbgisland]

GIRL NOT ME REAPPEARING TODAY SEEING YOU REBLOGGED SOMETHING FROM ME AND I’M READING THE SUMMARY AND I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF THIS FANFIC THAT I WROTE FHFJDJDJCHDJ

first of all i <3 u

second of all i, too, had no idea when that happened LMFAOOOOO fuck it guess we both aint shit 🤣

[allimili]

I need pure vanilla or red velvet to hug me tight while kissing my cheek....aaaaand possibly tickle me while doing so. Tickling is optional lmao!

[mellohiizz]

i keep seeing you on pony town

can we have starfox

every time anyone mentions seeing me there on here i go a little bit more paranoid /silly

hi i.... miss them.....

[fisheito]

what sort of twisted powerplay is this

[nixotinix]

I saw you were doing requests for DC Rogues and I would love to request Jervis!

I love that guy so much it’s becoming a problem lol

i understand you on a spiritual level catie. i saw the alice in wonderland ballet a month ago and have had jervis on the brain ever since.

there's a little surprise under the cut too!

behold. the consequences (rewards?) of posting about steph on your main so often. hope you enjoy :D

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

help I wanna draw either otto or mj or both but ive been scrolling so long and i cant find any refs ughh please post them /gen /nf /neu

:D awww thanks for considering to draw my characters ‼️💥🐟

🐟Refs under cut🐟

⭐️ Otto ⭐️

🚬 M.J 🚬

The fish net is supposed to be on the left hand while the arm warmer is on the right. I just messed it up in the standing on

[dafpork]

repeating myself here, but for good reason: the Silliness of the dafpork dynamic, however you determine the definition of Silliness, is really so integral to me and i think a big part of what makes them so special and personal. and i think that's a big reason why i was so afraid to post even the most innocuous stuff on main--even if they're not being clingy or cute together in a drawing, even in the comics where they're bickering like children or just being Themselves, there's this undercurrent of love beneath it that feels so comparatively intimate. they can have their moments of Unabashed Earnest, and they stand out much more and feel more special when you have them being dumb together to contrast it with... it's hard to pin down and they're hard to pin down, and that's why i love 'em, y'know? the variations on their dynamic is boundless, and so is their love, and so is their hijinks. they're not easily squeezed into an identifiable little box, and while i think that can trip some people up, i think it works to such a great strength with them. it's why i have trouble doing ask memes or drawing prompts with them (though i should try more!), because Dafpork Is Dafpork--they have minds and emotions and dispositions of their own and this blog functions to just sit back and observe what that all is, rather than force it. and that's how you get such a broad spectrum of Stuff, too; them being cute together, or being obnoxious, whether at each other or with each other, or they're not quite anything at all because the only one who knows what they are is each other. there's just truly so much and i really don't think it can be condensed into a bite sized trope or sweeping label.. and considering Daffy's anarchy and Porky's stubbornness, that feels very fitting. maybe it's a reason as to why it's difficult for some people to get on board with them, but i feel like it's such a great strength, and it's a great motivator to spread their gospel all the more, too! to try and get people to understand! so thank you for reading this, because if you're here then it shows you're curious and want to uncover more about them. me too!

[camelspit]

hey guys!! please dont send me any unravaled spoilers!! i really dont want to have anything spoiled ❤️

[gingermintpepper]

:0 I hope you're doing ok!! <3

🥺Hello, thank you so much for the check in!

Admittedly, I wasn't doing very okay for a while, but I'm very much trying to get better. It's been a rough couple of weeks but I think I've spent enough time in my own head now.

Here's to getting better <3