#a study on how to render muscular arms and abs

[hirookouji]

"what kind of girls are you into?"

id in alt

[hoshiwhxre]

Omg manifesting Jihoon smut, IN THE PRACTICE ROOM omg mirror kink- 😳 a yg trainee, dancing with Jihoon and then they hit it off from there 😏 you can even include the songs they were dancing to if you want.

Jihoon ; Mirror Sex

typ : smut / requested

pairing : jihoon x fem!reader

rated : NSFW

warnings : light chok!ng , cum!shot , edg!ng / orgasm!control , just smut lol

{ Mirror kinks uGH with his abs and arms flexing🥵🥵🥵🥵 }

This is the song playing ! Please, it's so good and so s e x c

"You're not listening to me."

Your body came to a startled halt, meeting his sharp gaze through the practice room mirror. Swallowing, your head bowed, fingers anxiously folding beneath your sleeves.

"I'm sorry," you spoke quietly, "I'm tired, I can't concentrate-"

"You're tired?" Jihoon scoffed, "you want to be an idol, but you're complaining about practicing when you're tired? Do it again."

For the 32nd time that night, music flooded the room, encouraging your body to react with every beat. His disrespect had urked you, drawing much more aggressive movements from your aching limbs. An impatient sigh sounded through the room, as the music cut out almost as soon as it began.

"No, no," Jihoon strode forward, "look, do what I do."

Postioning himself beside you, he tapped his thighs to signal where he was about to shift them, slowly going through the motions while keeping a steady eye on you through the mirror.

"Your direction is wrong when you do this," Jihoon swayed his body to the side, "you're energy is completely off, and you're lacking so much sharpness when you do it. Come here, let me just..."

Your body clammed up, as he slipped behind you, tracing his palms slowly down your arms that were now erupting in unavoidable goosebumps. He tilted his hips against you, chest tight against your back as he pushed your feet with his.

"Follow my body."

You obliged reluctantly, becoming clay for him to mould and position. You could feel how good of a dancer he was, your gaze fixed on his reflection, it sent shivers of awe through your warm spine.

"Let's do the routine properly, with both of us," his deep voice splintered your thoughts, forcing you to twist from his grip.

"If you want," you said quietly.

One eyebrow cocking, Jihoon chose to ignore your seemingly complete uninterest, and turned to once more send music bouncing off the walls. You'd spent days agonising over this, frustrated that you couldn't get the stupid choreography right. It wasn't the song - no, the song was one that could so easily make your body sing to it's rhythm. And it wasn't your partner - you had to admit that you'd lucked out with Jihoon; he was talented and he worked hard. But in all honesty, when you were alone you almost had it perfect; it was as soon as he stepped into the room that you were for some reason rendered completely useless. You wanted to prove to him that you were good, that you deserved to be here, you knew he didn't believe either.

"Ready?" Jihoon murmured, eyes misty with concentration.

With a steadying breath you nodded, preparing yourself before both of you begun the intimate dance. His palms were soon gliding expertly over your skin, a tight grip tilting your hips back, a dark gaze boring seductively into your own. It wasn't the slow paced choreography that was leaving you breathless, and with every tight heart beat your attraction for Jihoon only multiplied. You could curse yourself for how unprofessional this is, your lips suppressing soft moans every time his touch hovered over increasingly sensitive areas. As your eyes caught his through the mirror, you watched his mouth curl into a smirk, and suddenly your feet were crashing into his, stumbling clumsily to the wooden floor. Wincing in pain, your inwardly cursed yourself.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened-"

A large hand hovered beside your head, and, although embarrassed, you forced yourself to accept his offer, allowing Jihoon to tug you up and close against his hardened, muscular chest.

"I know what happened," he purred, his ridiculously teasing eyes dropping to your lips, "you like me."

"J-Jihoon, I don't know what-" your cheeks were branded red.

"Oh? So you don't like it when I do this?" his fingers grazed your waist, sending a kaleidoscope of excited butterflies rushing through your chest. Your throat tightened, replying with a soft wheeze of agreement. Jihoon continued with a light chuckle, "or how about this?"

His warm palm slipped beneath your t-shirt, his touch dancing over your lower stomach, bringing a tense flutter to your heated core. You swallowed, feeling his lips tilt towards yours, their sweet pink hue begging for your kiss. Jihoon's voice suddenly deepened.

"And what if I do this?" his strong arms spun you easily around, forcing your body up against the cool glass, his figure pinning yours easily between his toned muscles. You gasped, breath catching, as his hips rubbed against you, slowly guiding your hands to press them tight to the mirror.

"How long have you known?" you managed a choked whisper, as he began brushing his touch steadily up your forearms, following the curves of your body down to your hips.

"A week or so," Jihoon tilted his head, watching your lids flutter shut in response to his fingers curling over the band of your shorts, "you're not so subtle with it."

"Would you want me to be?" a moan escaped your lips, his hips beginning to grind against you, tearing you with the hard bump pushing through his joggers.

"It doesn't matter to me," Jihoon leant forward, planting gentle, open mouthed kisses down your shoulder, "I'd have fucked you either way."

The slick spreading between your legs was uncontrollable, his words bringing shivers to your spine, his touch wettening your core with every milisecond that went by.

"So do it," your nails marked the glass, "fuck me."

Your green light words were all he needed to rip down your shirts, a free hands roughly snatching your hair into a tight grip. Jihoon yanked your head back with a grunt, your shorts and panties now kicked across the room, while he reached between your thighs to trail a finger between your dripping folds.

"Mhm, so wet already," Jihoon drawled, "I really turn you on, don't I?"

His cockiness only deepened the slick that was now wrapping two digits, triggering a desperate moan from your yearning slips. Fingers prompted a sweet moment of release, applying pressure to your fastly throbbing clit. You whimpered as he rubbed the sensitive nub, his shadowed eyes watching your features weaken with the easy touch.

"Awh, pretty little princess likes that," he murmured, "don't you?"

Your nod of approval brought his hand from between your legs, forcing an empty disappointment to drown your desperate core. You whined, and he immediately tugged hard on your hair, sneering a demand to "be quiet or daddy won't let angel cum". Your teeth immediately sank into your lip, forcing silence, just as Jihoon slipped his hard cock from beneath his joggers. He grazed the tip slowly between the folds of your pussy, allowing your slick to act as lubricant, before lining himself up to your begging entrance. Lips twitching, he glanced up at your reflection.

"Look at me."

Lids snapping open, your low orbs obediently met his, just as he prised a few thick inches inside of you. Your lips fell open in dizzy shock, the pain stretching you out as he pushed a few more inches a little deeper. You began to croak a moan, before your voice hitched with a loud cry for God, as his hips drove the last few inches hard inside of you. Your guts wrapped around his cock, tightening as though it were lock and key. His satisfied groan filled your ears, a sense of pleasure hitting your heart - one that was heightened with the deep, slow strokes that Jihoon's hips were driving hard into your pussy. His grip released you for a moment, and you watched through drooping lids as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing buldging muscles stretching golden skin. The sight made you whine desperately, your core tightening with a few fiery knots.

"You like that, doll?" Jihoon grunted, as his palms planted firmly against your hips, the sight of his arms flexing filling your view, "gosh, look at you, all pretty and obedient for me..."

His words were followed by an abrupt change of pace, his cock suddenly pounding faster and rougher into your reddening pussy. One hand snatched up to curl around your throat, while the other landed a few sharp, painful slaps against your ass. You whimpered with a nod, weak eyes watering as he drove your body into the mirror, heavy breaths steaming up the view. You were fast coming undone, your walls clenching around his cock, sending cocky pride through his veins as he greedily studied your weakening, messy expression.

"Are you going go cum, princess?" Jihoon gritted his teeth, just as your core pulsated with the onset of orgasm, your muscles readying to contract fast and heavy, "oh no, not yet, hold on for me, beautiful, I'm not ready to let you cum just yet."

You whined in weak frustration, turning your hazy concentration on preventing your core from releasing what felt like the best orgasm of your entire life. Jihoon's hips timed an unforgivable rhythm with your body, pounding into you brutally. Moans of yes, don't stop, and begs for him to let you cum were causing Jihoon's rhythm to fracture, as his chest expanded with an incoming of buldging nots. His stomach twisted with orgasm, his cock twitching and pulsating between your spasming walls.

"You want to cum? Do you baby?" he cooed.

"P-Please..."

"Okay then, be a good girl and cum for daddy," Jihoon's eyes sparkled, as your sweaty palms dirtied the mirror, your limbs twitching to orgasm. Your body reacted abruptly to his permission, your core pulsating, the knots expanding getting ready to burst, and suddenly your cries were moulding into loud, screaming moans, as Jihoon's hips grew erratic, his breath heavy. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, an unbelievable euphoria crashing through your veins as your muscles contracted and released at a supersonic rate. His pounds slowed, riding out your high as you collapsed breathless against the mirror, before his cock pulled out, allowing his warm cum to unload against your lower back. Chest heaving, he leant down, muffling his deep sounds with soft kisses up your neck.

"Let's clean you up before someone catches us," he mumbled, brushing your hair from your hot, sweaty cheeks, "we don't want them seeing you all prettily fucked out for me, would we?"

[toweroftickles]

UNCATEGORIZED FILES: Completely Random Ticklish Character Examinations

Exploring the multiverse for ticklish test subjects is surprisingly tedious sometimes. There’s so much data to sift through, tons of organization, and you’re often stuck with the same popular victims.

It’s fun to go after underutilized, unknown, or obscure entities. As of yet these personality profiles cannot properly be sorted within existing folders.

Mary Smith (Mary & The Witch’s Flower)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Belly, Knees

A kind but proud witch student…skillful, protective of own image. Can’t stand being tickled - considers it humiliating and frustrating. Post-release, will immediately curl up into a ball, or cover her stomach with her arms and pout.

Sad-sounding laughter that really lers you know that she hates it. Helplessly begs for it to stop.

Will react with fury, and fight back.

Tickle Talk: Playful teasing with plenty of giggles, if she’s the one who starts it. If enacting revenge, however, she taunts aggressively and angrily to embarrass her playmate as much as possible.

When allowed the use of magic, imaginatively utilizes tickling finger spells, as well as object manipulation and stasis.

Teased about how ticklish she is by her boyfriend Peter. Tickle fights common.

Add. Notes: Comparisons to (her contemporary) Kiki are all but inevitable - not quite as ticklish but much less open to enjoying it. Direct side-by-side comparison may be beneficial for studying the impact of magic on sensitivity.

Razor Lemay (Starlink: Battle for Atlas)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Abs and Belly Button, Upper Ribcage

This no-nonsense metal band pilot is highly resistant - use stronger restraints in future. A violent thrasher. Headbanging skills came in handy when freeing herself.

Never ceased to let me know that I’m a “sick weirdo.” Consider this possibility.

Though toned and muscular, her skin is surprisingly soft. Weak to any kind of tickling.

Most effective tool: backscratchers

Has an airy laugh that is mostly gasps and wheezes; runs out of breath quickly.

Used the phrase “oh my god” more than any other subject studied so far. Offered up nonstop torrent of swearing, violent threats, and begging for mercy.

Jojo McDodd (Horton Hears A Who)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Feet

Hates it. Becomes embarrassed and angry when tickled. Will frustratedly sulk rather than fight back or seek revenge.

Usually groans through teeth but can’t prevent the odd chuckle from slipping out. Skilled at holding his voice in. Press the matter further.

Involuntary reflex - noodly arm flailing if not restrained.

Very responsive to poking and light, fluttery touches.

Often depressed. His mother, Sally O’Malley (who, according to him, is also quite ticklish - investigate) used to tickle him in attempt to cheer him up, but abandoned this years ago upon realizing it bothered him.

When his younger sisters want to pester him, tickling is a go-to option.

Add. Notes: With their long, fuzzy, highly-animated fingers, natural mischievous mirth, and piano-playing aptitude, the Who species has evolved anatomy well-suited for tickling others.

Schell The Spacewitch (Yooka-Laylee)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly, Armpits

Considers tickling to be her “one true weakness” - doesn’t hate it, but it renders her utterly incapacitated.

Has one of those hearty laughs that carries well over distances.

Feathers are very effective.

Will eagerly return the favor - once used feather tickling as an interrogation method on a fellow spacewitch.

Interplanetary adventures have put her in conflict with various alien plants and monsters, some of which accidentally tickled her with tongues or tentacles or the like - take samples for further lab testing.

Sphinx (Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Feet

The adventurous and heroic sort, he’s a little bit cocky….tickling is a good way to make him slightly less so.

A surprisingly effective technique is to tickle his stomach with his own tail. Good results.

He himself occasionally uses his tail this way to flirt with girls.

Not excessively ticklish, but ticklish enough. Will at least squirm and try to pull away.

Doesn’t show much strong emotion…more vaguely weirded out by this than anything else.

Pipirika (Magi: Adventure of Sinbad)

Most Ticklish Spots: Toes/Balls of Feet, Ribs, Inner Thighs

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Inner Elbow

Loud and rough, unrefined. But also very friendly, excitable, and loves to laugh.

Like all Imuchakk people, huge in stature and musculature. Between her large size and insistence on always going barefoot, she’s a tempting target.

If you ask if she’s ticklish, or for permission to tickle her, she’ll gladly say yes and volunteer with a big smile on her face.

That said, she frequently seems to find herself much more ticklish than she remembers.

She likes it but she’s a kicker. Hard to pin down and will not hold still. Tough restraints essential.

Will always seek playful vengeance or start a tickle brawl. Loves to tickle her brother and friends. Often giggles and laughs more than the people she tickles.

Hearty, rumbling belly laugh. Very cute.

Can’t keep a secret; will tell others if you like tickling. (Not out of malice - she thinks it’s hilarious.)

Fire (Adventurers: Masters of Time)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Lower Tummy, Belly Button

Self-described as “a total tickler. You better watch out!”

Her default attack when trying to escape an enemy’s grip is to tickle them. Has done it more than once. It’s canon. So there.

Claims to have used her school’s time travel computer specifically to visit and “play tickle pranks” on famous historical figures. Seemed very excited by the multiversal capabilities of the Tower.

Spunky and playful. Very energetic. Tickle Talk: mean, merciless, and will make fun of her victims for being so ticklish and weak.

Apparently aware that her constantly-exposed belly invites tickling. Will dare others to start a tickle fight with her “because you’ll lose.”

Most vulnerable to rough tickles (especially brushes).

Always laughs wildly and tells her tickler to stop, but seems to enjoy it at less-intense levels.

Add. Notes: I like this girl. She could be very useful.

Saki Amamiya & Airan Jo (Sin & Punishment/Smash Bros.)

Most Ticklish Spots (Saki): Feet, Belly, Lower Ribcage

Most Ticklish Spots (Airan): Toes, Sides

Virtually inseparable couple. Could not tickle one without the other.

A highly skilled gymnast and gunner, Saki will jump out of his skin when tickled. Airan will lash out physically or curl up into a defensive ball.

Saki is the more ticklish of the two. He’s a live wire of sensitivity; a poke can cripple him. Has a high-pitched giggle.

Airan has a low, wailing laugh. Quickly tears up and complains about how much her tummy hurts when tickled.

Airan sometimes tickles Saki awake in the morning and teases him when he squirms.

Both hate being tickled: feel it’s a silly, embarrassing vulnerability.

Neither are particularly touchy/physical and never really tickle each other. Don’t think about it often.

Saki eventually develops Ruffian physiology after an experiment with his blood - effects of this on ticklishness unknown.

Tess Darrett (Pole Position)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Armpits

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Upper Back, Under Chin

Rarely far separated from her stunt rally cars and spy technology. Exceptionally difficult to apprehend.

Resourceful and skilled in combat. Exercise caution.

Once captured by a criminal organization and interrogated with feathers to make her reveal the access codes to her stunt car computer AI, Wheels. Strong willpower - laughed and laughed but refused to talk.

Otherwise is only ever tickled by her younger sister Daisy (who reportedly is also very ticklish, and has also been interrogated to force her older siblings’ hands).

Not usually a tickler. Avoids going after her younger brother, because he’s not ticklish and would definitely get her back.

Typical sibling relationship: her brother used to pin her down and tickle her when they were kids. She hates it.

Add. Notes: If a woman who is deeply entrenched in the seedy underworld has big 70s/80s hair and often wears a jumpsuit, just assume that she’s tough but with a soft side and also very ticklish. (See also: Fujiko Mine, Carmen Boom, April O’Neil.)

Conclusions:

I might indeed be a sick weirdo. This merits further study.

Breaking character…yeah, IDK what the hell this is and I’m assuming none of you care. Just kinda wanted to blow off steam. I like weird characters that nobody else really cares about.

And why the hell do I even write some of my blog entries this way? Deliberately making things “less fun” seems kinda like a bad idea.

[mymuseisacademia]

About

~Basics~

Name: Fumikage Tokoyami

Alias: Tsukuyomi 

Age: 15 - 16 years

Gender: Male

Birthday: October 30th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 158 cm (5′2″)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Red

Blood Type: AB

Quirk: Dark Shadow

~Personality~

Fumikage is reserved, serious, and focused, albeit noble and valiant as well. Though he does not talk very much, he will directly ignore questions or requests that seem in some way pointless (like Tenya asking him to not sit on the desk) while he talks to other people as some sort of ongoing joke. When Fumikage teams up with others, he becomes more sociable, helping his teammates out, reassuring his trust in them and thanking them for their effort.

Fumikage is fond of darkness and other related concepts, considering himself a "creature of the dark" and employing archaic-sounding speeches that end up painting him as slightly dramatic. Still, Fumikage is a bit insecure about his interests due to them being more on the arcane, fantastical side, and thus harder for others to understand or relate to.

Fumikage also possesses a great amount of humility, being aware of his own limits and understanding when it's time to back down, evidenced when he surrendered when Katsuki Bakugo forced him into a difficult position to fight back. He takes any advice he gets seriously and uses it to try and improve on his Quirk and abilities. Fumikage seems to hold a certain level of belief in the concept of fate, and thinks little about fame and idolatry, but is still prideful enough to not tolerate being looked down.

~Abilities~

Overall Abilities: Fumikage has continually shown to be of the strongest members of Class 1-A. Fumikage's skills allowed him to earn 9th place in the U.A. Entrance Exam, having the fifth highest amount of villain points, 5th place in the Quirk Apprehension Test, and 3rd place at the U.A. Sports Festival. Fumikage has incredible proficiency with his Quirk: Dark Shadow, using it for both attack and defense, boosting his mobility, and even aid in rescue operations.

During the Sports Festival, he was able to force Momo Yaoyorozu, a recommended student, on the defensive, and defeat her before she had a chance to fight back. Observing this spectacle, Izuku Midoriya remarked that Fumikage is one of the strongest people when it comes to one-on-one battles. Later on, Fumikage managed to hold off Katsuki Bakugo, another one of the strongest members in Class 1-A, for some time despite having a Quirk-type disadvantage, and Dark Shadow not being at its full potential. All Might himself acknowledged Fumikage's strength and gave advice on how the latter can improve.

Shoto Todoroki was amazed by Fumikage's strength after witnessing his Dark Shadow effortlessly pulverize and defeat Moonfish, an A-Rank villain that kept both him and Bakugo on the defensive. Izuku stated that the entire Bakugo Escort Squad (consisting of himself, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki, Fumikage, and Mezo Shoji) working together, have the potential to take on someone of All Might's caliber. Fumikage's prowess was enough to garner the attention of Mr. Compress, who attempted to capture him after watching him demolish Moonfish, and the Pro Hero Hawks, at the time the No. 3 Pro Hero, who took Fumikage as an intern.

During the Provisional Licensing Exam, Fumikage used the advice given to him by All Might, and the experience gained in the Final Exams to create "Black Ankh", a super move which removes Fumikage's physical weaknesses. He was able to do this in just five days of intensive training and went on to create two more super moves relating to Black Ankh.

Thanks to the work-study training he received from Hawks, Fumikage improved Dark Shadow to the point where he is able to make it travel further away from his body (though the further Dark Shadow travels, the quicker his energy drains), and develop an ability known as "Black Fallen Angel". With his body having become more muscular, Hawks stated that Fumikage has improved on his weaknesses (i.e. close-range combat). Hawks' sidekicks are also in awe of Fumikage's abilities, remarking that he still has room for growth.

As shown during the Joint Training Battle between Classes 1-A and 1-B, Fumikage's skills have drastically improved. His newly-acquired speed and strength allowed him to take down Kinoko Komori and Shihai Kuroiro in a single blow. However, because Fumikage failed to render Kinoko unconscious, the restrained fungus-producing heroine implemented mushrooms in his throat and lungs, effectively incapacitating the Jet-Black Hero through asphyxiation.

Tactical Intellect: Even though he is not the most academically efficient Fumikage has proven himself to have a strategic mind. He ordered Dark Shadow to guard his team's blind spot during the Human Cavalry Battle and grabbed one of Shoto's headbands when the opportunity arose. Using the knowledge he has on Shihai's Quirk, Black, Fumikage was able to exploit the standby function of the latter's power by using his black-colored cape to trap the Scheming Hero, knowing that’s Shihai would instantly integrate with it.

~Quirk~

Dark Shadow: Fumikage is the host of a sentient, shadow beast that he can materialize and contract to and from his body freely. Fumikage can utilize Dark Shadow for various purposes, including defending himself. In spite of its versatility, Dark Shadow's energy is limited and can be drained by sunlight. When it runs out of energy, Dark Shadow retracts back into Fumikage.

The personality, strength, defense, and control of the shadow-like monster depends on the lack of light on Fumikage's surroundings. During the day, Dark Shadow is weaker and smaller in size but still has considerable strength and defense and is easier to control. During the night, Dark Shadow is stronger and bigger which grants it great strength, defense, and size, powerful enough to rip out and cut down multiple trees with ease. However, Dark Shadow is more difficult to control at night, causing it to rampage based on its own free will.

As part of his training, Fumikage trained in a cave in order to increase his control over Dark Shadow when there is darkness empowering his Quirk. This training proved effective when Fumikage activated Dark Shadow at nighttime and it was still same size it would be if it were daytime. Due to a run-in with League of Villains member, Moonfish, it was revealed that, besides light and darkness, there are more internal factors that influence Dark Shadow. According to Mezo, Fumikage's negative emotions (such as regret and indignation) intensify Dark Shadow, making it more unruly and powerful as a result, albeit at the cost of Fumikage losing control; Fumikage himself even stated that his anger causes him to lose control of Dark Shadow. Dark Shadow also seems to have to eat as he took some food when Class 1A celebrated Christmas.

~Super Moves~

lack Ankh: Fumikage's special move, previously known as Tenebrous Abyss Body. Fumikage dons and equips Dark Shadow onto himself, wearing it like a suit of armor or an exoskeleton. According to Fumikage, equipping Dark Shadow onto himself mitigates his physical weaknesses.

Black Fallen Angel: It is a technique that Fumikage devised under the tutelage of the Pro Hero Hawks. Fumikage wraps himself up in Dark Shadow's arms and allows himself to be carried by it, while Dark Shadow flies by flapping its arms as wings.

Piercing Claw of the Dusk: Fumikage shoots out Dark Shadow's claw which attacks at great speed.

Gloom of the Black Arm: Fumikage enlarges Dark Shadows arms and smashes his targets with them.

Black Ankh Sabbath: Fumikage launches a high-speed attack using momentum gained from Black Fallen Angel.

~Gear~

None at this time.