#Kinda fucking nuts how our bodies can just Do That

[poptimus-prime]

Ooooh I wanna explain human immunology to a Cybertronian so bad. I wanna watch their head explode.

[togament]

Hello ✨

How are you doing? It has been a while, since I've been so obsessed with an anime and an anime boy at that 😩 Could I ask for general romantic to naughty Headcanons for Hayato Suo with a female reader?

It would be absolutely lovely 💕 Thank you

hullo, anon! welcome welcome to the winbre fandom ✨ pull up a chair, relax and brainrot with us why wontcha?

suo is such an enigma — he’s so hard to read but he’s so… open at the same time? love him to bits tho. ok onto the romantic, sappy, filthy and sexy headcanons for our eye-patch having pretty boy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fem!reader, suo eaaaaats, suo's mean :c, READER BEGS, heavy on the teasing

NSFW under the cut later. so pls, MDNI ok? besitos mua.

S F W .

absolute gentleman. this man will open doors for you, hold your purse without any embarrassment, bring you 'just because' bouquets and celebratory bouquets, wine and dine you. you are absolutely a spoiled son of a gun with suo everybody around you is kinda jealous of it.

loves it when you smell him. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GREAT. I DARE YOU. DOUBLE DARE YOU. he rarely ever breaks a sweat in fights and on hot summer days it's weird. he finds it endearing when you lean close to him to smell his shirt or coat. (he sneaks in forehead kisses that way :)))))) ) ((he smells lightly of soap, heavy on the sandalwood incense, clove and patchouli and you can't tell me otherwise.))

has to have your hand in his at all times. no matter what. he likes teasing sakura and nirei whenever he catches them eyeing you both subtly (little shit). if you're averse to physical touch, don't fret. just having you close to him is enough.

is great at giving massages. LISTEN. have you seen his hands? HI??? your man gives you the best back rubs, can wring out the worst knots on your body like no big deal. it's almost like it comes naturally for him. soft pressure? he's got you. medium? sure. hard pressure? "are you certain, dove?" well... okay.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE. he is at your beck and call 24/7. a lover, personal chef, masseuse, help and a bodyguard rolled into one. he does anything and everything for you without questioning it. he's just happy you're happy.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

N S F W .

absolute gentleman has a mean streak. "you're gushing all over me, dove." he coos against your skin, a nasty smirk painted across his beautiful features. his fingers expertly prodding you. fuck. he knows your body better than you do. "give me another." he adds harshly, his tone a dark contrast from his previous softness. he's pulling another orgasm from your cunt. the naughty, wet squelching reverberating through your bedroom. he loves fucking you slow but god he loves it even more when you're a quivering, fucked out mess on his fingers. his little doll.

loves it when you smell him loves smelling you. ever notice your favorite panties disappearing from your laundry hamper only to have it materialize in your closet, neatly folded? you could have sworn you didn't wash and fold it-- blame your lover. he likes stealing your used panties, holding it to his nose as he takes a deep inhale. his other hand is on his pretty cock, pumping desperately, animalistic. it doesn't even seem like it's him at that moment. when he eats you out, first thing you feel touch your cunt isn't his tongue. it's always, always his nose.

has to have his hand in his at all times has to have his fingers stuffed inside you at all times. as soon as you both are alone, he's all over you. panties slid to the side, alternating between rubbing your clit and fucking you on his slender fingers. he needs you to get a quick nut out for him before the others return -- can you manage?

is great at giving massages--and loves teasing you while doing it. "s-suo.. please..." you whimper below him while he's massaging your thighs, brushing his fingers against your cunt but just missing it by a little bit. he chuckles, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "relax, dove. you're tensing up again." he says as he does it again, now fully rubbing your clit for a moment before pulling away abruptly. you curse under your breath. "don't tell me you want me to stop." he teases, an annoying lilt to his voice. he knows what he's doing to you.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE loves giving and giving and giving. this man. THIS MAN. he loves eating pussy. and I mean LOVES eating pussy. he could bust from eating you out alone -- he's not even jacking himself off. he's soiled a couple of his pants before. you wouldn't know. he loves listening to your breathing go from soft heaves to staggered. if you wanted to ask him to eat you out, he's already on his knees before you finish your sentence. make sure you're ready to cum more than 3 times.

a/n: ehe this was fun. suo's so fun to write. he's so filthyyyyyy UGHHHHHHHHH. i hope you liked it, bbs.

[samandcolbyownme]

can i request a fluffy johnnie fic, just like how he would show his gf who is also a youtuber in videos! kinda like the jake fic 'as i suspected'!

thank you and i love your fics <33

Warnings: fluff, swearing, kissing

As I Suspected | Jake Webber

Enjoy!

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You’re sat on Johnnie’s lap, facing him as his hands hold your hips and his lips are on your neck. You slide your hands up his check, resting them on the sides of his shoulders.

“Jake’s going to be here any minute.” You mumble, closing your eyes as you feel Johnnie’s hands slide up your shirt, “Mhm.” Johnnie looks up at you, his voice in a soft whisper, “You know he’s always late because he forgot something at home.”

You laugh slightly, nodding as you lean in to press your lips to his. Johnnie gives your hips a little squeeze and pulls your body closer to his. He groans lowly as you grind down onto him, lying back as he pulls you with him.

You kiss up his neck, across his jaw and up his cheeks until you finally reach his lips. He smiles and slides a hand up your back, “Are you going to behave in today’s video?”

You nod, “uh huh.” He laughs slightly, “Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You roll your eyes, smooshing your lips back onto his. You make out for another moment or two before Jake’s voice causes your body to fly off of Johnnie’s, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

You look at Jake then Johnnie. All three of you continue to look around at each other until one of you finally breaks the silence.

“I. Fucking. Knew it.” Jake points, “You lying little sluts.” He walks in pointing between you and Johnnie, “I asked Johnnie about this, what? Last fucking month and you said no, you were just friends.” He laughs, “I was fucking right.”

“You can’t say anything, Jake.“ you look at him and he rolls his eyes, “Do I have to pinky swear?” You laugh, holding up your pink as you nod, “Yes, sir. You do.” He huffs, looking at you with a smirk as he wraps his pinky around yours.

“Great, now that that’s over. Do you want to explain now or after the video?” Jake looks between you and Johnnie and in unison, “After.”

You’ve made it half way through the stream, and so far, Jake hasn’t said a word about what he walked in on. You’re sitting in the back and Johnnie was up front with Jake.

Every now and then, Jake would glance between you and Johnnie, teasing you subtly and it drove you nuts.

“That was really sour, holy- oh fuck.” Johnnie groans, “I hate this.” Jake picks one up and plops the whole piece of candy in his mouth. Instantly groaning and looking for someplace to spit it out at.

Johnnie holds his hand out and you stare at Johnnie as you think about how you love how caring towards Jake he is - even if it’s allowing Jake to spit his slobbered up candy in his hand.

“Fuck that..” Jake gasps, “Where did you get these?” Johnnie shrugs, “I don’t know, some website.” Jake looks at Johnnie, “What the black market? Now our tongues are gonna fall off.” Jake sticks his tongue out, gripping the end of his tongue, “I need this.”

You roll your eyes and look down as Johnnie hands one back to you, “Do you want to try one?” You shake your head, “No.” Jake whips back, “Do it.” You shake your head, “No. I seen how you guys were, I’m not doing it.”

You laugh and Johnnie nods, “No I don’t blame her. If I could go back and not do this again.” He stops and laughs and Jake joins in laughing, “Nah, you’d still fucking do it, don’t lie.”

Johnnie laughs, “That’s why I stopped.” He pulls the pack up, “I think the worst thing is the shock it gives you in your jaw, like right when you taste it.”

“No dude.” Jake groans, “That shock is soo bad..” he laughs, clearly not thinking, “Almost as bad as the shock of them I walk in on y/n a-“ he stops and lifts his head, making an surprised face as he stares into the camera.

You and Johnnie’s eyes are locked on Jake and the chat is absolutely blowing up.

User 1: FINISH THE SENTENCE JAKE

User 2: when y/n and WHO WERE WHAT

User 3: NAH BABY KEEP IT GOIN

User 4: WHO AND WHO

User 5: JOHNNIE SAVE THE DAY BABY SPILL ITTTT

User 6: WHO BAGGED Y/N!?!?!?

“Yeah, Jake.” You clear your throat, tilting your head, “you wanna..mm.. you wanna finish that sentence?” You try your best not to laugh but you fail and Jake shakes his head laughing, “I said nothing.” He points to the camera, “You all are going insane.”

“The voices are getting to us all.” Johnnie chimes in quietly and you laugh, “For the record, there is nothing to tell, Jake just likes to start drama in my life when he’s bored.” You gently smack Jake on the forehead and he yells dramatically, “Ow! Fuck, oh my god!”

Johnnie reaches over and does what you did and Jake does it back to Johnnie but a little harder, causing a loud smack! to sound through the car. You gasp, immediately laughing, “Oh my god, okay. I think..” you continue to laugh, “I think we’re done with this stream for today.”

“Gotta go guys, my mom is making me get off my game to make me play outside.” Jake says looking know the camera with a sad look, “See ya in the next one.” He waves, along with you and Johnnie, and you all say a quick, “Bye!”

“It’s eating you alive, isn’t it?” Johnnie says as Jake ends the streak and Jake glares up at him, “How did you guys even..” he laughs, “No one suspected anything.”

You shrug, leaning forward, “I guess Johnnie and I are just that good.” You look over at him and he purses his lips. You lean in and press your lips to his and Jake fake gags, “Get a room, you two. Please. I already saw you do it once, I don’t need to see it again.”

You laugh, leaning back and Johnnie reaches his hand back to, lay it on your knee. You lay your hand on his, smiling as you trace his tattoos.

Jake lets out a gasp and fumbles his phone before clutching it to his chest, hand slapped on his mouth.

Johnnie looks over at Jake, “What did you do?” You lean up and Jake laughs into his hand loudly, “Uuuumm.” He drags out slowly, “I really thought I ended the stream it when we all say bye, but it must have not registered because we..” he scratches his head as he tries not to laugh, “we were still streaming.. this entire time..”

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[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: You finally realise the truth behind these animals

Masterlist

CH-10 : New forms revealed

Charlie and Vaggie both felt the weird sensation from before. Of their bodies being mashed together and remade. Once the light subsided they were shocked to feel a pair of arms and legs again. And both of them not being so small anymore. Charlie and Vaggie both looked at each other.

Charlie still had her milkish white skin with red hues on her cheeks. But they were less extreme. She now had baby blue eyes. On top of her long blond hair was a pair of horns. Her height had shrunk into normal human height as well. She had hooves instead of normal feet. She was still wearing the dress before she got turned into a sheep. But she could feel a hole behind her dress as well as a tail coming out from it.

On the other hand Vaggie's skin was much darker then Charlie's and she had long brown hair that almost looked black. She also had light brown eyes. She had two antenna's that sprouted from her hair. She did shirnk a bit but not as much as Charlie. There was a eye patch covering her lost eye.

They both looked over to their middle where you sat dumfounded. All three of you were so close you guys were practically hugging each other. You finally decided to break the silence and talk.

"W-who are you guys..?"

You were still blushing from the close proximity of them. It didn't help the fact they looked so breathtakingly gorgeous. Their faces looked really familiar to you but you just couldn't put your head around it.

Charlie took a deep breath as she decided to answer you. "I'm Charlie, Charlie Morningstar. I'm the sheep that has been staying with you all these time" Then she looked over at Vaggie. "This is Vaggie, the moth" Vaggie awkwardly smiled and waved to you.

Your jaw practically fell open from shock. Your brain finally connected the dots on why they looked so familiar. "Wait, wait...you mean like Charlie and Vaggie from Hazbin hotel?? The cartoon show?"

"Yes it seems like it. It looks like we're cartoon characters in this world " Vaggie said. "Can you explain to us why that is? It might have a way for us to go back!" She added quickly.

"Hold on now Vaggie. Let her calm down first. She still doesn't know what's going on. It must be a lot to take for her at once.." Charlie said sympatheticly looking at your still shocked expressions.

"Hold on then, if you guys are the ewe and the moth...does that mean.." you looked over to the animals that came to your room. "That deer is definitely Alastor without a doubt" Alastor nodded his head. " The cat and the snake is Husk and Pentious.." they nodded in affirmation. " Spider is Angel..the puppy...the puppy must be Niffty since she cleans so lot!" Niffty barked happily. "And lastly this squirrel should be Cheeri based on the recent nut event"

"You got them all correct! You're really smart!" Charlie said happily. "Please don't get mad or kick us out. We may be demons but we won't harm you!" Charlie said with pleading eyes.

"Speaking of demons, why do we look like this?" Vaggie said looking at her and Charlie again. "That isn't how we looked like before" she said while touching the antenna on her head. "It must be some kind of new form of ours. Some kinda...human-animal hybrid form!" Charlie answered. "At least we can now communicate with her now"

"Okay, this is great..the animals that have been invading my home for like the past week are the characters of my favourite cartoon show...wow I'm really going crazy now aren't I?" You asked looking around the room and laughing a bit. "I'm probably dreaming right? I'll wake up soon and you guys will be gone"

"It's not a dream (y/n), I can promise you that. All the days we spent together are real" Vaggie said softly before putting her hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck it, I don't care if you guys are real or not" you said finally accepting your situation with a newfound ecstatic expression "I have a lot of things I want to say to you guys" You looked at Charlie first.

"Charlie my sweet adorable demon belle, you're baby and I'll protect you at all costs" you said looking at Charlie with pure adoration, making Charlie blush and look away. "Vaggie and Cherri, you're both a bad bitch and I respect you! Keep girlbossing always"  Vaggie and Cherri both gave you a big smile.

"As for Angel.." you said looking at the spider " I love you and I'm sorry for everything you've gone through. I wish to hug you if I could. I swear if I find Valentino in front of me someday I'll fucking strangle him with my own hands" you said the last part with venom in your voice.

Angel didn't know what to say. It was to be expected that you knew a lot about them. He thought you'll say some simping shit for him as he saw before. He didn't like to admit it but hearing your pure kind words warmed a part in his heart.

"Husk, my favourite grumpy kitty cat. Man, I vibe you most of the time. I want to get a drink made by you someday and get drunk with you" Husk mewoed back.

"Husk said if he becomes 'humans' like us, he'll grant your wish" Charlie translated it for you making you smile.

"Pentious, you're the literal definition of boy failure and I love you. I can't wait to see more of your chaotic self in future" you said cooing at him. 'What'ss a boy failure? ' He was confused but happy with your compliment.

"Now for Alastor...." You said looking at the deer. Alastor smirked as he readied himself for your showers of praises and swooning.

"You're a stinky ass deer"

Cue the record screech.

"You tormented me a lot these past days!Now It finally all makes sense!"

Angel was dying laughing in the background as Alastor's eye twitched in anger.

"But even with all of these, I love your charisma and your unique personality in the show. I love your dark sense of humour and your radio voice. I'm quite captivated by it" you said smiling a little.

Alastor's grin came back. Of course you loved him, he knew that already from before. But that doesn't mean he wasn't offended by the first part.

"Thank you for your kind words (y/n), you don't know how much it means to us" Charlie said smiling widely.

"I hate to break this sweet moment..but (y/n), could you please tell us more about our show...? The 'Hazbin Hotel'? " Vaggie chimed in. All of them turned to look at you. You inhaled a deep breath in. How do you exactly explain to someone they come from a show?

"Hazbin hotel is an adult cartoon animation from its creator Vivienne. That's where you guys are from" you said awkwardly scratching your neck.

"So..is she the one who made us..?" Vaggie asked.

"Yes, you, your backstory, the world, everything. There's only one episode out for now but season 1 is dropping very soon" you paused, letting them take the information in.

"Have I been just a part of someone's imagination this whole time..?" Vaggie asked looking at her hands. "All the things, all the pains I felt...were they not real?" Charlie looked sadly at Vaggie and pulled her closer for a hug. Almost everyone in the room felt the same as Vaggie.

You sort of expected this existential crisis to happen. "No, it's very much real, I promise you" you said as you put your hand over Vaggie's and gave her a comforting smile.

"If it wasn't real, you guys wouldn't be here. You guys being here is the proof that it's as real as it can get"

"Hell, all of these makes me feel like I'm not real either! I feel like some kind of weird cliché protagonist of some stupid wattpad or ao3 fanfics that I read. But that's not true right?" You turned to look at everyone.

"I'm right here, I'm real and you guys are too. It goes for all your feelings and experiences as well"

"(Y/n) thank you..." Charlie said now holding your hand while sniffing a little. "You don't know how much it means to hear that" she said teary eyed.

"It's my pleasure, I should also show you the things that are released. You guys would understand more if you saw those" you said while moving up to get your laptop from the table "Also how did you guys end up here?"

"It's a long story...." Charlie started. "I'll say it this time Hun, rest for now" Vaggie said cutting her off, she knew Charlie still felt guilty for this mess. So she decided to tell it instead. She started telling you as you opened up the pilot episode on YouTube .

"Damn, I understand now. But how did you guys turn human again? Well mostly human?" You asked.

"We don't know either! Me and Vaggie were just,uh,having a totally normal conversation and then we suddenly turned into this!" Charlie said while blushing. She didn't dare reveal what they were talking about.

"Uh-huh....riggght...also here's the pilot episode!" You said finally starting to play it.

Charlie and Vaggie sat next to you on both sides, making you blush a little. Niffty sat on your lap while Angel, Husk and Cherri sat in front of you guys since they were small. And Alastor stood while resting his head on top of yours.

Firstly came Charlie's singing about heaven and crying, which she was a bit embarrassed about.

'let me know when you come back with something creative to call me you sack of poorly packaged horse shit!'

'Heh! That line still rocks' Angel said while laughing alongside Cherri.

Meanwhile Vaggie and Alastor was more keen on noticing every single detail they could find from it. Then the scene switched to Pentious.

'Look everyone, That'sss mee!! I look so sstylish in here!'

'And there's me rocking your shit old man! Hahaha!'

It was then time for the interview of Charlie. Charlie covered her face with her hands beside you, already knowing how that would turn out while you patted her back.

'oh, harder daddy~'

'son?'

This part never failed to make you laugh. Even Husk laughed at this part seeing Angel's confused face.

'Jokes are funny, I made you look sad.. like an orphan! With no arms or legs..with progeria!'

'Hah! Now that was a nice description!' Alastor said before laughing. Making Husk look at him with 'wtf is wrong with you face'

'hel-'

'-lo'

'Hey Vaggie?'

'what?'

'The radio demon...is at the door'

Now this was Alastor's turn. "Ohh, there's my creepy boy" you squealed holding Niffty. Alastor raised an eye brow at being called your 'creepy boy' but decided to just keep watching.

'Oh Vaggie, I didn't know you thought so highly of me! Why I'm flattered!' Alastor said with a shit eating grin as Vaggie was explaining Alastor's past to Angel in the show. "Shut it you pompous bastard" Vaggie grumbled beside you. You couldn't hear what Alastor said but you assumed it was one of his snarky remarks.

'And what can you do my effeminate fellow?'

'I can suck your dick'

'Hah! No!'

You practically mimiced the voices as it was being said. You heard this joke various times already. Charlie laughed looking at your expressions while mimicking. You looked quite adorable, she thought fondly.

Finally Husk and Niffty got brought in. 'Ooh!!look!!look!! It's me! I'm cleaning hehehe...' Niffty said barking from your lap. And Husk sighed remembering how he lost the winning game cause of him.

'You thought it would be some kinda big fucking ride just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I'm some kinda fucking clown??'

'maybe!'

You couldn't hide your giggle at that. "I'm really sorry Husk but it was just funny" you said while giving him a headpat. Husk just let you pet him this time while grumbling about how shitty alastor is.

"Also everyone, notice how husk is the only one without any pants in this episode" you said while giggling.

This caused Husk's eyes to widen as he looked back at his cartoon character carefully. He indeed wasn't wearing any pants. 'Ohh,husky~ I didn't know you were into stuffs like this~' Angel cooed at Husk while teasing him. Alastor's eye brows furrowed at such indecency.

"How come we never noticed this unusuality back then?" Vaggie asked looking at you. "How did we just think Husk not wearing pants was normal?"

You shrugged. "Don't ask me, I don't have a clue either " you said resuming the episode.

Alastor's song began to play, 'Inside of every demon is a lot cause'. In middle of it you looked at Alastor "I'm never going to forget the fact that you slapped Vaggie's ass canonically"

"He did what??" Charlie glared. "Slapped Vaggie's ass, look here" you went back to that time again and showed it. 'Damn smiles I never knew you had it in ya!' Angel said laughing while Vaggie groaned.

'I only did that to mess with miss Vaggie. I assure you I had no other intentions' Alastor said to a very angry looking Charlie. "You shouldn't have done it in the first place! " Charlie pouted while crossing her arms.

Finally the ending came with Sir Pentious getting extremely overpowered by Alastor.

'My egg boysss...I miss them..'

"So this was Hazbin Hotel! Next up we have 'Addict', a music video featuring Angel Dust and Cherri" you said looking at the pair.

"But I want to ask if you're ready first Angel..." You asked softly, knowing what was about to be shown.

Angel's breath hitched in his throat. Cherri gave him a sympathetic look. Angel didn't know how to feel about this.

'I....'

[ladykissingfish]

*Deidara waking up in bed, groggy and confused*

Deidara: What the hell? *groans* My head … what happened last night?

Deidara: *turns his head to the left and notices the many empty beer bottles scattered along the floor*

Deidara: Dammit … this is exactly why I told Hidan I don’t like drinking, hm! My body feels like shit and I can’t remember a thing!

Hidan, next to him: Please shut the fuck up before I kill you, blondie.

Deidara, startled: What the — why are we in bed together?! Oh god I didn’t … WE didn’t …

Hidan: Relax, bitch. They just put me in here ‘cause they didn’t wanna clean up our puke from a lotta different places.

Deidara: *lifts the blanket and blushes* Oi; why are we both naked?!

Hidan, turning on his side and pulling the pillow over his head: So loud! I always sleep naked, asshole. You, you took off your pants ‘cuz of Uchiha.

Deidara: … Itachi? What does he have to do with anything??

Hidan: Fucker dared you to get naked and go confess your gay love to puppet-dick, remember?

Deidara: WHAT?!

Hidan: If you scream one more time I’m cutting your fucking nuts off. You spent all night drinking and going on and on about that ugly-ass redhead and finally Uchiha told you to stop bein’ a pussy and do something about it.

Deidara: Itachi said to “stop being a pussy”? Really?

Hidan: Fucker gets weird when he drinks. Anyway you stripped and we went to puppet-dick’s room. You did a “mating dance” for him with your dick swinging and shit, and at the end you kissed him then ran away giggling like a fucking weirdo.

Deidara: *pulls his own pillow over his head* Oh my god … yeah okay, go ahead and kill me, Hidan, hm. As soon as Sasori comes to find me, my life is over anyway!

Hidan: *rolls back over towards him* Hey, cheer up, bastard. I mean yeah what you did was fucking stupid but it was kinda ballsy too. *laughs* Literally, “ball-sy”. And if Red don’t want you, I’m pretty sure mask-boy does. He was looking so hard I thought I saw blood running out of his eye-hole!

Deidara: So not only did a lot of you see me naked, but I completely botched my confession to Sasori and made it so that now he’ll never take me seriously. That scythe of yours is sounding better and better every second.

*the door opens and Kakuzu and Sasori walk in*

Kakuzu: Come, brat … *bends and lifts Hidan out of bed and into his arms* We have a mission this afternoon and I need to get you sobered up before then. Let’s get you into a bath.

Hidan: Yeah, yeah … later, blondie.

*once Kakuzu is gone, Sasori shuts the door and sits at the edge of the bed, a cup of tea in his hands*

Sasori: Drink this. I’ve crushed some powders into it that should help with the headache you likely have.

Deidara: T-thanks, Danna. *quietly sips his tea and tries to ignore Sasori’s gaze on his face*

Sasori: So. I was thinking now might be a good time for us to have a little talk.

Deidara: Danna please believe me, I am so sorry about what I said and did. You know that wasn’t me, that’s not how I am, right?

Sasori: So you’re not in love with me?

Deidara, blushing harder than ever and looking down: Well, yeah, I am, hm.  I meant the dancing naked thing, and whatever other stupid thing I did last night, hm. That’s not me.

Sasori: Alcohol is certainly a funny thing, isn’t it? Lowered inhibitions can be quite the mixed bag. But, despite everything … I’m glad you told me, Deidara.

Deidara: R-really?

Sasori: Mm. I’ve had some hours to think about it, to really think about what you said, and my own reaction to it. And … *gently takes Deidara’s hands* I believe I have some pretty strong feelings for you as well. I have for quite some time. *chuckles* I suppose it took seeing your very brazen “dance” to make me realize it.

Deidara: Oh god …

Sasori: And seeing you naked like that, well, it made me feel almost desperate to see you like that again.

Deidara, flustered: D-Danna … that’s really flattering but I … I’m n-not ready for that yet? I mean shouldn’t we start with a date or something first and then work our way up to —

Sasori: No, no, brat. I meant I wish to closely examine that mole on your backside. It’s quite large and should be removed. Don’t worry; you’ll only be incapacitated for a couple of weeks, the pain in your buttocks will be minimal, and when it’s all over, then we can have our date.  *stands up* Now finish your tea and come to my lab. The sooner I can cut into you, the better. *leaves*

Deidara:

[takeachillpillshawty]

When they see your chest

Summary: prefect has ....a....noticeable ' bust'...( They got big tits.) How respectful are they of It.

A\N: the MC will be referred to as Prefect, Fem!perfect, implied chubby prefect in some parts....kinda

Heartslaybul

Ace was the first person to meet you, his eyes wandered immediately to your chest no questions asked. " A..are...are those real? " mans got a squeeze.... Mans was in heaven... He touched his first boob...( mans thought he was Denji ) he's respectful about it....he's starting respectfully he swears. Wants hugs, would do anything to get a squeeze

Ace at Riddle: Like hell I would remember all of these rules!

Riddle: I can always cancel movie night with Prefect you know.

Ace without skipping a beat: Ah, yes Rule 189. Thank you Housewarden Riddle. I'll have these rules memories by the morning, have a splendiful day my good Sir.

Deuce, our good boi....Deuce is fighting for his life. He was a delinquent not a perv, so when he saw you and Grim running to catch Ace..... Bro lost his card to heaven. When I tell you that this boy didn't take a picture and moved on, he directed, and recorded a fucking movie. He apologized, and apologized to all women out there....he melts everytime you hug him.

When you first met Riddle to vouch for Ace...he wanted to meet face to face....not face to tits....unfortunately Riddle was the perfect height to see you chest. Bro didn't even have a chance to fight, mans turned around and saw titties face first. he gave up at this point, he accepted that he will not be seeing the pearly gates ANY time soon. He ask you to stand a few feet away when talking to him, he is respectful about the situation he doesn't even want to look. It's not his fault that he's the same height as your chest! Don't hug him.... He's going to have a heart attack if you do.

Cater accepted his fate when he first saw you. He knows he's going to stare, when painting the roses he almost fell off the damn ladder because he had to double take you.

Perfect humming: Oh! Hi Cater!

Cater not paying attention: Oh! Hello there Prefect how are you doing on this fine- * turns around* DAMN!

Cater would go out with you to buy some cute outfits, overall he's pretty chill about it. Loves the hugs, practically tackles you.

One of the only few people who didn't make a big hoopla about your chest, Trey have to admit he did sneak a peek once and a while. But over all he's quite respectful about your body, he always have a snack prepared for you when you come over. He also love the hugs, your body is so soft and squishy!

SavannahClaw

Like Trey, our over sized Garfield over here only takes peeks at your chest. Leona would scold other students he catches them staring, overall he doesn't have enough care to stare but you are now legally his pillow whenever you visit. No questions asked.

Ruggie was taken aback by your appearance, respectful when it comes to looking at you. Always ask you for hugs, why? The body heat from that squishy body of yours calms him down after a day of dealing with Leona.

Jack avoids you at all cost. No, seriously if he sees you coming towards him he's leaving. In class? Moves up a row, at lunch? Sits on the floor. Don't get him wrong! He just has a weird way of showing his respects, but if had to interact with you for a class project or something like that? Stiff as a board, avoids eye contact a simple ' yes ' or ' no " when talking. No hugs, don't do it. Overall very respectful... In a weird way.

Octavinelle

Azul finds you very! VERY! Marketable! Has dollar signs in his eyes when he saw you. NRC is an all boys school with rowdy boys and them seeing you? He's practically nutting at the thought of all the money he'd make off of you. Imagine it! You, in a cute maid outfit serving drinks, and greeting guests in. He'll be rich enough to buy out this damn school! But...soon he got attached, you visiting him complementing him. He melts, he loves the hugs he gets from you.

His eye lit up when he saw you. Like a dog with a new chew toy, Floyd practically tackled you too the ground and squeezed ya! You're so soft and squishy and his hands are practically glued to your chest, He can't do it all the time due to Azul telling him that doing that in the open would ruin business. You're his personal cuddle buddy for now on. ( Riddle greatly appreciated your sacrifice. ) he always calls you pufferfish, well they're round and squishy..... Like you're tits- overall Floyd practically begs you to come over and cuddle.

Jade didn't really see the appeal, maybe it was because he didn't quite grasp the human nature to stare at a woman's chest. He does stare, but not in the perv way but in curiosity of your human anatomy, he would ask questions about human females on land and if your chest size was common. Overall he doesn't stare too much and doesn't mind the hugs.

Scarabia

Kalim naive not stupid. He knows the difference between staring and catching a peek....he doesn't stare....when he does stare, bit not intentionally. Kalim always got his mind in the clouds, so he would occasionally space out and randomly stare off. While studying with Jamil and Kalim in Scarabia , Kalim got lost when Jamil was explaining the history of magic and space out... Unknown to him you were sitting right next to him and the way he had his head leant it looked like he was staring at your chest. Jamil soon snapped him out of it and apologized profusely. Overall, Kalim has his heart in the right place and would never intentionally do it, but he would intentionally give ya a big ole hug!

Jamil is also fighting for his life, when he first used Snake whisper on you he could barley get the words out.

Jamil trying hard to stare in your eyes: Snake whisp-.......Snake-......

Prefect : ummmm....take your time.

Jamil: Shut it! I got it!.....Big titties, FUCK!

Has one eye focused on you and the other on you chest, he was really down bad. Overall, would deny looking as he's looking. Would smack Kalim for on you your hugs.

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No Nut November Part 2

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Warnings: SMUT! Van asks you to sit on his face. No plot whatsoever, just porn - I’m going to hell for writing this story it’s so dirty I’m sorry ha ha 🫣😂

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November starts off cold and wintry with fat, heavy raindrops lashing against Van's window and the wind whistling dramatically, awakening you from your sleep. Or maybe it's not the inclement weather that's disturbed your slumber, but something else.

You'd fallen asleep with Van's arm draped over your waist and you're surprised that it's still there. He's normally a restless sleeper, changing up his sleeping position frequently in the night. You'll often wake with him halfway down the bed, his body twisted at a bizarre angle, but the fact that he's snuggled in so close to you, head nuzzled into the back of your neck, body pressed up against you, tells you that he's already awake. That, and the sensation of something rock-hard digging into your ass.

"You awake?" You mumble groggily.

"Nuh-uh," comes the reply, and you feel him inch even closer, his fingers slipping under the cami top of your pyjamas, lightly brushing your skin.

"Liar," you giggle, wriggling a little at the ticklish sensation. This is how it usually starts. Tentative touches, featherlight fingertips tracing patterns on your skin, shivering you through with goosebumps. Next it'll be whispered words in your ear, the warmth of his breath on your neck, soft kisses scattered lazily across any available expanse of bare skin. Sometimes you'll feign resistance just to prolong his sweet advances. Sometimes you'll give in straight away, turning around in his arms and crashing your lips into his.

But today is different altogether. It's November after all.

"Mmm... babe..." he murmurs, his lips connecting with your bare shoulder, his hand gently caressing the soft skin of your belly.

"Ye-es?"

You draw out the word, smiling to yourself as you feel him pushing his hips gently against you. Another kiss is pressed to your shoulder.

"I had this amazing dream last night..."

You can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

"Well... you were in it. And you were bloody insatiable. It was like you were sex-crazed! You couldn't keep your hands off me. You were ripping my clothes off and everything!"

You laugh. "Sounds like a nightmare!"

"Fuck was it... it was the best dream I've ever had. Reckon it's because of our hook up in the pub toilets. Ya know it was dead sexy when ya took control like that."

You push your bum back into Van's hips, hear him sigh in appreciation. You probably shouldn't be teasing him but you can't resist it. It's only day one of course so he should be absolutely fine. He's only got another twenty-nine to go after he's made it through this one.

"Oh, you liked it did you?"

"I loved it, I wish you did it more." Then he adds quickly "I mean I'm not complaining about how we usually do it. It was just hot... really hot."

His voice is low and throaty and he plants another kiss on your shoulder, wetter and more lingering this time, his lips dragging over your skin. You can still feel his rock-hard cock pressing into your bum and his hips move again, subtly grinding into you.

You remember Van once telling you that there was a reason for his usual early morning horniness, something about hormone surges on waking. You'd just laughed and joked and asked him when he wasn't in the mood. Again you wonder how he ever thought he'd be able to last for a whole month without blowing his load.

"Does it turn you on then?" You ask, feeling the glow of your own arousal start to bloom at the feel of his warm body pressed up against yours just so.

"Mmm... yeah," he sighs, his hands moving upwards over your ribs, fingertips just brushing the underside of your breasts. "I'm turned on now just thinking about it... massively."

You bite back another giggle. "I did kinda notice. Got woken up by your massive boner digging into my ass, didn't I?"

"Can't help it after that dream. Can't get it out of my head now. Maybe we could like act it out or something? I'll let ya do whatever ya want to me?”

His voice raises up hopefully at the end like he thinks his sordid offer will be enough to make you give in to his advances, and to be honest it usually would be, but you marvel at the fact that he might have already forgotten the challenge he eagerly accepted just the night before.

You roll over on to your back and then keep going until your body's angled towards him, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look down on him, smirking to yourself at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers.

"You forgetting something Van?"

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly, placing a palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady pounding of his heart. He looks gorgeous anytime, but you can't help but think how irresistible he looks right now, his sleep-tousled mousy brown hair splayed out on the pillow, his full pink lips moistened as he licks at them with a thoughtful expression.

"What... it's not like an important day or something is it and I've gone and forgotten?"

He looks mildly panicked for a second and you frown at him. "How drunk were you last night?"

This just makes his puzzlement grow. "I wasn't that bad, I mean yeah, I'd had a few... more than a few, we both had... but I remember everything perfectly. Not gonna forget last night in a hurry though am I love?"

His lips pull into a grin as he trails his fingers over the waistband of your pyjama shirts, dipping lightly inside. You reciprocate by sliding your own hand down over his chest, then his ribs and the small swell of his tummy, stopping at the elastic of his boxers, tugging it with your fingers.

"I'm not talking about the sex, I'm talking about the... errr... agreement we made. You're not telling me you've forgotten about it already are you?"

Now he looks really confused, his brow furrowing into a comical expression.

"Jeez Van... talk about short term memory loss... or maybe it's just selective."

"I don't know what..." he begins but then he stops, abruptly, realisation dawning on him as the memory comes trickling back to him. His fingers instantly still their sensual dance on your hips.

"Oh god... I've remembered now... that bloody no nut thing. Seriously? We're really gonna do this?"

"Well..."

You smile mischievously, letting the elastic waistband of his boxers snap back lightly against his skin, running your tongue over your teeth before you catch your bottom lip, playfully seductive.

"I mean you did accept the challenge last night, but if you don't think that you're up to it..." you pause, your eyes flicking down to his obvious erection. "Umm maybe that's the wrong choice of words..."

Van looks conflicted, his competitive steak battling with his libido which just happens to be in overdrive this morning after his smutty dream.

"Ahh fuck.... what ya trying to do to me, huh? Ya trying to kill me, I swear!"

You ignore this, your hand that was toying with his underwear moving towards your own midriff, peeling the top of your pyjama shorts down to show the pink lace of your panties, tucking the tips of your fingers under the waistband, looking him right in the eye as you speak. "Of course it's only you that this applies to if you accept the challenge. I can still come... as many times as I like."

Van's brows furrow into a little peak as his mouth falls agape, his eyes pooling with desire. "You drive me crazy, ya know that? How the hell am I gonna manage the whole month with you teasing me like this?"

Your hand begins a steady descent towards your aching heat, pulsing now at the thought of a sexually frustrated Van watching you get yourself off. You'd always been so eager to give him pleasure before, hearing his needy groans and watching his face contort as he lost control, but somehow the idea of denying him that pleasure is just as much of a turn on. Especially if you get to hear him beg.

"Come on... you're not gonna fail on day one are you? I mean, I knew you'd find it tough but seriously?"

"But you're not playing fair babe," he complains, his voice tight. He can't keep his eyes off you as he watches the tell-tale movements of your hand beneath the cover of your shorts, and when a small moan slips past your lips his eyes darken all the more. "Aren't I even allowed to touch you?"

"I don't think you've been good enough," you say, dipping a fingertip inside yourself, gathering some moisture which you spread upwards over your clit, sighing deeply.

"At least let me watch," he whines, tugging at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down, your panties slipping down at the same time as they slide down your hips. You let them go, shifting on the bed to assist him, kicking them down your legs and off as Van watches on.

"Remember no touching, yeah?" You smirk, pushing your hips forwards and spreading your legs to give him a better view as your fingertip slides over your folds, dipping again into the warm wetness between your thighs.

Van doesn't answer straight away and you see his hands stiffen as they rake at his thighs as he struggles to fight his urges.

"Fucks sake..." he groans, one of his hands wandering upwards, brushing against the bulge in his underwear, making himself shudder.

"I said no touching, okay?" You repeat, more sternly this time, and he mutters out an agreement. He looks desperate as he watches you pleasuring yourself, his eyes hooded and clouded with lust. You can tell he wants to reach out and touch you, or touch himself… but he can't do either. He's being good... obedient. This thought just makes you even hotter, wondering how far you can push him. His begging words and pleading tone from the previous night echo through your mind, arousing you even more.

"Oh god... that feels so good," you murmur, your words merging into a moan to demonstrate to Van exactly how good it feels as you plunge a finger into your soaking core, feeling your slickness coating it as you slide it in further and then add another finger, beginning to pump them in and out at a slow pace.

It feels amazing, but as pleasurable as it is, it's nothing like when Van touches you. You gaze longingly at his hands which are now clenching into fists and then flexing open as he fights to control himself. His fingers are so long and skilful and he knows your body so well that he can usually bring you to the peak of climaxing within minutes.

"Wanna touch you so bad," he whines. "Or myself. Not sure if I can take this."

You ignore him, increasing your efforts, your fingers sliding over your drenched flesh, the other hand rising up to push up your top, pinching and tugging at your stiffened nipples. You're so close.

"Think I'm gonna come soon," you moan breathily, arching your back as you start to feel small swells of pleasure radiating from deep down, your breathing getting ragged and urgent now.

Van looks the picture of desperation, his eyes darting about wildly, flicking between your face to your breasts to between your legs on a continuous cycle, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gets more and more turned on. Seeing him yearning for you like this is a dream, you feel powerful and in control and your mind starts to wander, imagining how you might punish him if he gives in... no... when he gives in. There's absolutely no way he's going to manage to last all month. You just know it.

"But I wanna make you come," he suddenly blurts, his voice choked and hoarse, thick with desire. "Please Y/N. Even if I can't come at least let me touch you. I really wanna touch you, wanna kiss every inch of you. Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Fuck...

His filthy words travel straight down to your core, fanning the flames that are already burning brightly, your resistance wavering at his pleas.

"Please baby... please..."

And then before you can react he's reaching for your hand, pulling it upwards to his parted lips, his tongue flicking out to taste you, sighing a passionate appreciation as he licks your juices clean off your fingers. You're so turned on you could practically come from just watching him, your heat throbbing for a release after your attentions.

"Fucking hell Van," you murmur, your whole body feeling hot, your cheeks glowing as he looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes.

"Wanna go down on you... please. Or even better... sit on my face. Fuck... I want you to do it so bad. I've been dreaming about it for ages. Just 'cause I can't come doesn't mean I can't get you off does it?"

His voice rises up, high and tight, and your breath catches in your throat, your heart jumping like you've just been shocked. It's not that you're shy or a prude. Van knows every inch of your body intimately, and you think he'd probably spend hours nuzzling between your thighs if given half the chance, but there's something about his request that makes you hesitate. The act just seems so brazen, so much more intimate. You'd be completely exposed to him in a way that makes your heart pound and your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of scarlet. But you'd be completely in control and the thought thrills you, imagining him lying beneath you whilst you use him entirely for your own pleasure.

"I want to... it's just..."

You pause, mind scrambling, not being able to think straight as Van tugs at your top, pulling it up over your head as you raise your arms up to allow him.

"Just... what...?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. You can taste the slight tang of your arousal on him and it ignites your passion even more and you hook a leg eagerly over his waist, grinding yourself against him. You feel a slight wetness on his boxers and you're not sure if it's from you or if he's so turned on he's leaking pre-cum already.

"Fuck babe... you can't do that," he croaks out in a strangled whisper as he pulls away. "That's not bloody fair. Come on, climb up. Let me take care of you. You trust me right?"

"Of course I do," you reply. "It's just that what if... what if..." you hesitate, giggling as you know the words are ridiculous before they've even left your mouth. "What if I... suffocate you?"

Now it's Van's turn to laugh, and the sound is low and deep, rumbling in his chest. "Course you're not gonna suffocate me love... and if ya do... well I can think of worse ways to go!"

You both laugh then, but Van's laugh dies away quickly, his eagerness to taste you taking over, pushing himself back and away from you, taking his position flat on his back a short distance from the headboard. He beckons with his hands and an earnest look in his eyes, full of heat and lust. You glance down at his plush pink lips as he licks at them, filthy images running through your head about how they'll make you feel. You know then that you can't wait any longer.

You pull yourself up to a sitting, then a kneeling position, fingers grasping the headboard. Your cheeks are aflame, but it's not the only part of you. You're positive you'll actually burst into flames the way that Van's looking at you, his eyes fixed firmly on your already glistening pussy as you tentatively raise up a leg to move across him, straddling his shoulders and resting yourself on his chest. You're self-conscious as you feel your wetness connect with his bare skin, but the friction makes you groan nevertheless.

You look down on him lying there, so eager to please, and your eyes meet briefly before they flick away, back to your heat. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips again and you feel excitement lurch in your belly at the anticipation.

"Come on," he urges, fingers curling keenly around your thighs, trying to lever you forward. "You look so good like this. Wanna fuck you with my tongue."

You lift yourself up, meaning to manoeuvre yourself into place, but you don't get chance. Van's grip on your thighs tightens, clamping on with force, pulling you down towards him, his breath fanning hot on your thighs.

"Van!" You gasp out loud, resisting for all of about two seconds before you let yourself sink lower. You don't have much choice in the matter anyway, he's much too strong, but in any case as you feel his lips connect with the flesh of your inner thighs, pressing warm, wet open-mouthed kisses there you're a lost cause.

You screw your eyes shut, feeling the sensation of his tongue as he licks a long, thick stripe right up your centre and you can't hold back the loud groan that erupts from you. Your eyes flick open to look down on him where you find his eyes on yours, looking right back as he sets to work, tongue flicking over your clit, laving at it like you're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. A moan of pleasure and appreciation falls from him, sending vibrations right through your core. You almost come undone there and then from his unwavering eye contact which just heightens everything, your body flooding with heat.

"Fucking hell," you breathe, feeling his grip tighten vice-like on your thighs, dragging your hips down even further. You hadn't realised that you were holding back, your body taut, bracing your legs to allow him some space, but it soon becomes clear that he doesn't need or want that space. He wants you closer, as close and you can be. He wants the sensation of your slick core on his face, quite literally smothering him, and who are you to deny him... especially when it feels so good.

"Relax babe," he splutters out, pulling away momentarily. "Let me take care of ya."

So you do.

And then it's not just his tongue, but his lips too, even his nose rubs deliciously against your clit as he licks and sucks at every part of you, impassioned moans emitting from him as he works you over. It's quite possibly the most heavenly sensation you've ever experienced, and you feel your self-consciousness dissipate like your soul leaving your body, evaporating away, leaving nothing but your want and your need, and your desperate desire to get yourself off. You press your hips forward, eager for more, grinding against his face.

His fingers are digging deep furrows into the flesh of your thighs, holding you steady. It's like he can't get enough of you, like he means to drown in you. The sights, the sounds and the heady scent of you overwhelming him, intoxicating him as he delves his tongue inside you, lapping up your juices.

You gasp his name again, feeling the coil in your gut winding tight, threatening to snap. His tongue drags over every fold and dip, exploring you fervently. You're so wet now from your arousal and his saliva that you can hear the lewd noises his mouth makes on you, wet, smacking noises that mix with your urgent whimpers and his groans, a symphony of sound that drives you into a frenzy. You push your hips back and forth to increase the blissful friction, and you dimly wonder how you ever felt self-conscious.

"Oh god!" You almost howl as his tongue flicks over a particularly sensitive part, and he hones in on your pleasure, pursing his lips around your bud and sucking until you're almost seeing stars. Every little movement he makes feels more intense in this position, increased by the undulation of your own hips, giving you the control to guide the bliss flowing through you.

"I’m so close!" You gasp out, feeling your body tighten, every single fibre of you screaming out for your release.

You feel Van shift beneath you, his fingers flexing on your thighs, and you ease up your pressure, rising up slightly to look down on him as he breaks away briefly. He looks an absolute vision lying there, smile stretched wide across his lips which are glossy from your arousal, as is his nose and chin, in fact every part of his face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened with a glaze of lust and desire. He's panting slightly.

"Are you okay?" You ask, suddenly aware how unequal all of this is, trying to imagine how turned on he must be and for once you have no intention of returning the favour, a dark part of you actually enjoying this notion.

"Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, like he's in some kind of trance, looking up at you with awe. "Want you to come all over my face Y/N. C’mon… I wanna taste ya so bad.”

And even as the words leave his lips, he's pulling you down again in a sharp movement which catches you by surprise, almost making you lose your balance as your slick heat presses against him once more. This time you chase your high, bucking against him at exactly the right spot, using him like he wants to be used, each thrust of your hips bringing you closer to your peak.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" You hiss out, the coil in your gut finally snapping, a blissful wave of euphoria washing over you, your legs trembling and your whole frame shaking. One hand drops down to his hair where you grab a fistful, tugging it harshly at the roots, the other gripping the headboard so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

You can feel your thighs tensing involuntarily as they squeeze around Van's head as you ride out the high of one of the most intense orgasms you've ever experienced. It takes you a while to come back down to earth, finally falling to the side in a heap on the mattress as you do, your legs reduced to jelly. Van lies next to you, panting to catch his breath, blissful grin stretched ear to ear like it does when he knows he's fully satisfied you and you almost feel sorry for him when you glance down to see the painfully hard erection tenting his boxers. Almost... but not quite.

"That was amazing love," he sighs. "Fucking 'ell though, I'm so turned on I almost came in my pants!"

Then he tips his body on to the side, propping himself up on an elbow, wiping your cum from his mouth on the back of his hand. "How was it for you?"

He beams at you and you grin back, still feeling that hazy post-orgasm bliss. "So good, I don't think I can even walk now. My legs have turned to mush!" You giggle, mirroring his position, reaching out a hand to drape it over his waist.

"You're fucking amazing you know," you purr. You lean your body into his, raising up your leg again to wrap over his hip. "I'm such a lucky girl."

You're aware that your body is connecting with Van in just the right place... or should that be the wrong place... but you're in the mood to tease, fully sated now as you are. Despite Van's earlier protestations about playing fair no ground rules were set last night, so as far as you're concerned it's fair game.

"Mmm... you are," he agrees, a shudder passing through him as you softly grind your core against his hard dick, your hard nipples pressing up against his bare chest. Then you see his features darken. "But you're also a very bad girl."

"Me?" Your voice is soft, the picture of innocence, pretending you're not aware of the effect that you're having on him.

"Yes... you," he almost groans, pushing your leg down, untangling himself from your arms with determination. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm not losing this challenge. I'm strong, I can do this. You just wait and see."

His tone is tenacious and you're quite surprised. You can see his pained expression as he tries unsuccessfully to adjust the bulge in his boxers, frowning at the damp patch which has definitely grown. He gets to his feet, still grimacing, forcing a challenging smile as he looks down on you lying there, naked and inviting.

"Where are you going?"

He huffs animatedly. "Bloody cold shower. What do you think?"

A loud laugh forces it way free and he smirks sarcastically at you before he turns to leave the room. "We'll see who's laughing shall we when I win this challenge and then I get to do anything that I like to you."

"Not happening Van," you shake your head even though he's walking away. "Not happening. Get ready for your punishment!”

"We'll see about that," is his reply.

"Yes we will," you smirk to yourself, wicked plans swirling through your head. "And no wanking when you're in there remember!"

Part 3

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Owari no Seraph chapter 139 english fan translation

♪you would not believe your eyes

if Omen posted on time♬

the official tl is already out if you haven't seen it but if you've already been there thanks for reading mine too :3

The two bodies in which the First has settled.....* **

Owari no Seraph chapter 139: Two Monsters

Yuu: On the other side of this sigil....

Shinoa: ....there's someone there.

Yuu: Ouch!

Shinoa: Ack-

Shinoa: 30% of Shiichan went to someone else. But who?? I'll have to look through Shiichan's memories I've absorbed, but first-

Shinoa: Hm....

Mitsuba: SHINOA ARE YOU OK!?

Yoichi: Shinoa-san, you good!?

Shinoa: Hey, great news everybody! I managed to win against the First! C'mere Shiichan.

Shinoa: I flipped the script and absorbed him back!

Shinoa Squad: WHAT???? WOW GREAT JOB!!

Kimidzuki: Can your body handle doing something like that?

Shinoa: You'd be surprised by how well I'm doing actually, even after having eaten so much power.

Yoichi: You're not affected at all?

Shinoa: Nope, I'm so fine you could cry about it.

Shinoa: Humanity has, after all, created quite the monster with me. That even the First flinched from.

Yoichi: Huh? So then that means the First is...?

Kimidzuki: Well, I guess she's always had a "monstrous" personality anyways.

Mitsuba: Being a monster took her tits away...sad.

Shinoa: ENOUGH.

Mitsuba: It's alright, you'll never be a monster to us ok? You're just our mean as fuck and totally flat-

Shinoa: You wanna consider what all I just did for us and rephrase that?

Mitsuba: *screaming*

Kimidzuki: Anyways, did you find out anything? That was quite a risk you took. Can we put our faith in you again? Squad leader

Shinoa: But of course! Observe-

Kimidzuki: What the-

Yoichi: WHOA

Mitsuba: HUH!??

Shinoa: Demons can be driven one....no-five levels out of control. I can take on all of their poison once they get there.

Shinoa: Oh...nevermind, so its structure was like this...?

Shinoa: So if we use my body as a conduit, you should all become able to take in multiple other demons.

Mitsuba: HEY! Shinoa, WAIT-

Shinoa: Oh

Yoichi: Huh?

Kimidzuki: What is it?

Ferid: Hmm....Guren-kun, is someone looking this way? I've got a feeling something irregular just happened.

Guren: Yeah?

Mahiru: ...Guren, slice this direction.

Shinoa: Oh, I'll have to hide us first, our enemies are approaching.

Mitsuba: Who the hell are our enemies?

Shinoa: I'll explain it after. O Darkness, Into the Dark.

Yoichi: WHOA

Shinoa: Shh. Hold your breath, not even one breath.

Ferid: How strange, there's no one here. Even though there should have been....honestly, how did Shinoa and her friends manage to disappear?

Guren: Mahiru

Mahiru: Hm?

Guren: Find them.****

Shinoa: Neutralize her wave and send it back

Mahiru: Huh, there's really no one here.

Ferid: How troubling....the holders of two of our sinful keys have just run off.*****

Ferid: Even though we were just three shy of having all seven...

Shinoa: Holders of two of our sinful keys...who is he talking about? He said two holders, two of them.

Shinoa: It looks like it was a good idea to split off from the lieutenant and my sister after all. We need to take this into our own hands.

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Yuu: Do you think we should hide this thing? The First was keeping it.

Mika: I mean, yeah I guess. Since our plan after this was to get captured

Yuu: Yeah, because the vampires can't kill us right now.

Mika: Shouldn't the situation have changed now that the First is gone?

Yuu: Well it's not like they know what happened to him.

Mika: Actually, I wonder what the vampires' goal was gonna be in the case he died.

Yuu: You lived with them longest, wouldn't you be the best person to answer that?

Mika: Huh, me? Uh...well, I remember them being real big law-and-order types.

Yuu: Law and order?

Mika: They were always trying to prevent the world from going any further off the rails than it already has. Like trying to stop the humans from going nuts and stuff, I guess?

Yuu: Oh so kinda like what we just did.

Mika: Yeah you get it

Mika: Stuff like what we just did....anyways, Yuuchan did you notice?

Yuu: I did. About the person on the other side of that sigil, right? The one who ate almost all of the First. He left me those memories.

Yuu: For real though, Shinoa is so strong...she even had the First calling her a beast!

Mika: That's what they're sayin', about humans being the absolute scariest. The vampires always HATED when you guys did stuff like that.

Yuu: I guess it's that good old human ability to do anything when it comes to family.

Mika: You've done quite a bit of that yourself, Yuuchan.

Yuu: You're one to talk, Mika

Mika: Not to mention Yuuchan, you've got a lady who loves you a scary amount on her way to rescue you.

Yuu: So the vampires' goal is to keep the world at a status quo?

Mika: Most likely

Yuu: And Guren's goal is to sacrifice Mika and resurrect humanity

Mika: Even though he might've mixed up his Mikas

Yuu: Which leaves our goal among all of that to be...just the same thing the First wanted, isn't it?

Yuu: The spell to resurrect Mikaela, the spell to conceal this world from Paradise, the spell to destroy Paradise.

Yuu: If we use those three, I can save the First, the angels and humanity. And we won't even have to sacrifice anyone, including me!

Mika: ....we're not totally done studying the First's memories, though.

Mika: I'm still not sure about this, the price for it all has gotta be massive.

Yuu: Once we clear this last boss though I really think we can all get along again.

Mika: Including these guys?

Saitou: ...where did the First go?

Yuu: The enemy humans took him away with them.

Lest: Enemy humans? Aren't you human too?

Saitou: Would you be referring to Ichinose Guren and Hiiragi Mahiru?

Yuu: Ahhh...I dunno. I had so much to say that I suddenly can't remember at all I've gotten far too hungry. So anyways, do you guys have anything to eat?

Ky: WIPE THE SMILE OF YOUR FACE.

Urd: How can we trust that it wasn't you who took in the First?

Yuu: Me? The First? No way! Don't go comparing me to a pessimist.

Yuu: MY GOAL IS TO SAVE THE ENTIRE WORLD. I'M EVEN GONNA INCLUDE THE FIRST IN THAT, I'M GONNA SAVE EVERYONE! EVERYONE! THE ENTIRE THING!! ALL OF IT!!

Mika: *clap clap*

Yuu: AND THAT INCLUDES YOU BLOODSUCKERS!! YOU'RE GONNA HELP ME BRING ABOUT WORLD PEACE!!! AND ALSO DINNER!!

A declaration made at the top of his voice!

*i remember there being a question last time about the ending line i think? of whose body it was saying the first had settled into and after looking at it again the context was pretty strong that it was yuu. this time, the text explicitly mentions both of them.

**it also while calling them monsters refers to them in a way that you can only refer to humans. which they are not consistent on because in previous chapters they've used nonhuman signifiers on both demons (definitely) and vampires (iirc)

***this line is written in a way that's very uncharacteristic for Shinoa because she dropped her usual polite language for it

****they use a structure that sounds weird to translate directly so i didnt but in jp he explicitly refers to the shinoa squad as enemies

*****i meant to go back and reread the series in english at some point to see what these are called officially but i never did so if this is wrong...sorry. refer to the official lmao see this is why you gotta read it

[lemonade-luvr]

I MEAN THATS AS FAR AS I KNOW. to be fair all i’ve heard abt it is You fucking hallucinate shit .thats literally it .

where the fuck did i get the idea you were having hallucinations then......... hmmm. however, i also dont get many hallucinations! at least not visual ones. im much more privy to tactile and auditory stuff!

im gonna infodump. autistic style. and if i accidentally desstroy your worldview, im so sorry. you have been warned.

IT GOT REALLY LONG SORRY FUCKKKKKKKK

schizophrenia is actually very similar to an autism diagnosis! at least from an outside perspective. it comes with flat tone and struggles with facial expressions and all that jazz! it can also make it really hard to think and leads to a very scattered mind??? idk how to describe it . because of the . well we call it brain scramble! i think its called something like word salad though.

the main defining thing about schizophrenia is the presence of psychosis, which is further defined by hallucinations, delusions and paranoia o^_^o

hallucinations CAN include seeing stuff that isnt there, though thats a really simple understanding of visual hallucinations. the visual hallucinations i tend to get are stuff in the corner of my eye and the walls kinda.. Shifting. nothing immediately distressing. but i know there are people with way more scarier things going on.

auditory hallucinations are something i experience a lot more, and theyre just.. hearin stuff that wasnt ever there. my brain loves the discord notification sound and like. splatoon sound effects. sometimes i hear someone yell the body's name!

there are also tactile hallucinations which is feeling a sensation that wasnt real. we get these ones the most. a good example isssss well rn im getting The Bugs. like buddy theres no bugs here you are feeling hair probably and yet even then i still feel it eugh eugh eugh. our headmates can make use of our tactile hallucinations to give me pats on the head though, which is nice o^_^o

delusions are simply believing something that isnt true wholeheartedly. i dont reallly like to share mine because im scared of people playing into them or thinking theyre cringe BUT i will share that we have fully believed ourselves to be in future london before. which is really fucking funny you are allowed to think this is funny. we are in the wrong country for that buddy. you can be fully aware that somethiing isnt true and still believe it! its fucked up! they should make that illegal. these are the mind killer i hate these little bastardsssssss... delusions are very versatile. its also like thinking mundane things are signs.... theres a lot to say on delusions.

paranoia is the one thats really easy to comprehend its just intense and unfounded anxiety. me when i overthink everything to death. me when everyone on the bus knows im gay.

also it makes it really hard to Word Shit. sometimes i cannot comprehend the english language despite it being the only one i fucking know. On that Topic. Sorry if this is Incomprehensible. i actually genuinely Cannot Tell. its usually fine but sometimes i just feel like i cant get ANYTHING across correctly.

impaired motor coordination is also a thing? which makes it hard for me to type sometimes and also do things like, idk, drink my monster energy without spilling it and pissing off charles. sorry charles. damn. UH theres also a lot of repetitive behaviours, and catatonia. it can come with memory issues and FATIGUE BIIIIITCH and BUDDY am i FEELING the fatigue today. AUGH AUGH AUGH.

oki think thats all i have to say on the matter unless u have questions

i feel so fucking nuts right now i dont know if its the rush of i just got to infodump or if im manic :sosonormal: <you are manic <thanks babygirl in my head. god i hope this is comprehensible

ONE TWENTY ONE GUNS 💥

[oliverreedmasterass]

GVF Masterclass Group Chat 

Words:

1.2k

Warnings:

language, crude topics, mentions of alcohol, Oliver Reed just kinda going off the tracks 

Synopsis:

A look at what the group chat between Cal A Bungah, Chip Bunker, Dr. JMK, and Oliver Fucking Reed probably looks like 

Notes:

@jmkho

​ has a god damn gift for writing Oliver Reed dialogue perfectly with the right british accent - thank you for helping out with this my dude 

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Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey we should make this 

FUCKING

WOT

WOT THE BLOODY ‘EL IS ‘AT 

THE Chip Bunker 

Can’t. I’ll be at the Masters, you know, winning

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Sorry you can’t have fun Chip

Dr. JMK, Ph.D 

I’ll join if all ingredients are GMO-free, gluten-free, nut-free, fat-free, sugar-free, and organic. 

My body is a temple and I must treat it with the utmost respect. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

It’ll be vegan 

Idk about the other stuff though

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’ll consider it. 

THE Chip Bunker 

I’m surprised ur branching out from margaritas cal 

FUCKING

BOooOZE 

DID THE BOY SAY FUCKIN’ BOOOZE 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Now you’ve got Oliver’s attention

FUCKING

EYE’ CANT FIND MY BLOODY TROUSERS 

SUM FUCKIN WANKA’ MUSTA’ STOLEN ‘EM 

THE Chip Bunker

Oliver what 

FUCKING

I TELL DIS BLOKE DOWN AT THE PUB THAT DEY ARE LEVIS

AN’ THE BASTARD TOOK ‘EM STRAIGHT OFF MY FUCKIN ARSE

THE BLOODY MAGICIAN

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Release yourself from the material world, brother. 

It binds you down and distracts yourself from the beauty of the natural world. 

FUCKING

THOSE WERE ME BEST FUCKIN TROUSERS

GONE WITH THE WIND DEY R’ 

JUST LIKE THAT BLOODY MOVIE 

WITH CLARK GABLE

A LEGENDARY GENT WHO KNOWS CLASS 

LIKE JIMI HENDRIX 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has muted FUCKING

THE Chip Bunker

thank u

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Seriously whose idea was it to give him a phone

He was better off with the carrier pigeon

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Birds should not be exploited for free labor. 

At least the phone isn’t conscious. 

Yet. 

THE Chip Bunker

scary thought

thx doctor

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Man has flown too close to the sun with modern technology. 

It’s only a matter of time before AI and robots and drones begin to inherit our humanness. 

We will be nothing in a silicon world. 

Just withered elements of the earth. 

 Cal A Bungah Bitches

I kinda like this one too 

THE Chip Bunker

oh jesus

you’re throwing me off my game 

I’m not gonna be able to focus on my swing

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Gotta work on my swing

Gotta do my own thing

THE Chip Bunker

did you just quote fucking high school musical 2 at me

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Banger 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Where is Oliver? 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Muted that shithead 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I will not accept that. 

Exclusion isolates the ego and convinces the inner self that they aren’t worthy. 

That’s a lot of damage. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Ugh. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has unmuted FUCKING

FUCKING

AN’ THAT’S HOW JIMI FUCKIN HENDRIX BOUGHT AN OLD WANKA LIKE ME A GLASS OF JACK IN ‘67 WHILE EYE’ WAS ON A TWO MUNFF BENDA’ IN TIJUANA

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Welcome back, brother. 

We’re so pleased to have you here. 

You are worthy. 

FUCKING

WOT 

ME FUCKIN WOR’VY

HA

EYE’M WORVY OV’ FINDING MY FUUUUUCKING TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Maybe you’re wearing your pants Oliver

FUCKING

YER JOKIN 

AY 

WHAT KIND OV A… 

OV COURSE EYE’M NOT WEARIN MY FUCKIN TROUSERS

OTHERWISE I WUDDN’T BE SO FFFUCKING IRRITATED RIGHT NOW

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Worth a try 

THE Chip Bunker

thinking about buying these so I can bring my A game in style

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Wearing animal skin is not defined as style. 

I weep over what capitalism has done to the power of the mind. 

THE Chip Bunker

buzzkill 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey as long as the shoes match your belt, right chip? 

Wait that’s the rule right 

THE Chip Bunker

yup fashion 101

FUCKING

I LOST ME BELT TOO 

THE Chip Bunker

I’ll get u a new belt oliver 

with some of my winnings

after I win the Masters

FUCKING

AN’ THEN EYE’LL USE THAT BLEEDING BELT TO CRACK THE FUCKING SKULL OF THE TWAT WHO STOLE MY TROUSERS

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Do not let anger drive you, Oliver. 

It will hurt you more than the one you wish to hurt. 

Forgiveness is the chosen path to cleanse the soul.

FUCKING

GET ME A BELT WITH A BIG BASTARD OF A BUCKLE ON IT 

EYE’ WANT TO HEAR HIS HEAD BREAK

Cal A Bungah Bitches

How the hell are you not on a watchlist Oliver

FUCKING

EY BUT I AM 

EYE’M NOT ALLOWED IN THE STATE OF FLORIDA

THE 80S WERE A FUCKIN BLUR MY BOY

THE Chip Bunker

oh god 

FUCKING

ALL IN GOOD FUN THOUGH, ALL IN GOOD FUN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Florida of all places 

FUCKING

AH

WOULD’YA LOOK AT ‘AT

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

What? 

FUCKING

I FOUND ME TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Where were they??? 

THE Chip Bunker

$20 says he was wearing them the whole time

FUCKING

WRONG

MR. CAN GET A BALL IN A HOLE BUT CAN YOU GET YOUR HOLE IN A BALL

 THE Chip Bunker

the hell is that supposed to mean

Cal A Bungah Bitches

??? 

FUCKING

THEY WERE IN THE OVEN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

The oven???

FUCKING

EYE’ MUST AV’ LEFT THEM IN THERE 

GOTTEN WET OR SUMMIN

THEY NEEDED TO DRY 

AH FUCK 

I ONLY FUCKIN BAKED THEM

THE’YRE ALL CHARRED

THE Chip Bunker

you guys are distracting me 

I nearly missed check in for the Masters

which, you know, I’m gonna win 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Yes, Chip: envision success.

It will become your reality.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Take a shot everytime Dr. JMK says something annoying

Jk don't 

We’d all be dead 

FUCKING

WARM TROUSERS THESE ARE 

I’LL HAVE TO DO THAT MORE BLOODY OFTEN

ME CHEEKS ARE SIZZLING

THE Chip Bunker

sounds like the baking is already starting at oliver’s house

you better get over there Cal 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Omw now I need to see the baked pants

Wait are your pants vegan 

FUCKING

I WONT LET YOU EAT ‘EM

PRICK 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’m coming over too. 

I am yet to experience the wonders of baked pants. 

FUCKING

THEY SMELL LIKE GARLIC 

NOT SURE WHY 

I DONT LIKE GARLIC 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

But garlic is one of the wonders of the world.

Pair it with tomatoes and some basil and you’ve got a heavenly sauce. 

Did you know that if a tomato touches another tomato they are fucking. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

No don’t sexualize the fruit JMK

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Everything on this planet fucks. 

We are all aligned. 

FUCKING

NOW YER SPEAKIN’ ME FUCKIN LANGUAGE BOY 

NOTHIN BETTER ‘AN THE SWEET SWEET RELEASE

THE Chip Bunker

taking this gc off my phone

y’all are weird

I need to find more golf friends 

THE Chip Bunker has left the chat. 

FUCKING

SEX MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Oh shit

Chip actually left 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Sometimes it’s easier to run from the truth. 

He just needs his time to come around. 

FUCKING

EYE COME ‘ROUND ALL THE TIME

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Jesus christ 

What is wrong with you both

FUCKING

EYE’M OLIVER FFFUCKKKKKING REED BOY

WOTS WRONG WITH YEW 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We’re all sex-loving creatures of habit. 

The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can start to enjoy life. 

FUCKING

BAKE YER FUCKIN CAKE CAL 

AN’ THEN IM GONNA FUCK IT

SIT ON IT WITH ME WARM ARSE

Cal A Bungah Bitches

…

Cal A Bungah Bitches has left the chat. 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D has renamed the chat “Sex is Life”

FUCKING

AY 

SEX IS LIFE

YEW GET IT MATE

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We are so aligned right now.

[bicon-crange]

can the nosey ones know abt ur crush? :3c dw if not. my condolences (positive)

yeah sure why not i cant stop fucking talking about it anyways.

iiii dont know if its necessarily a crush though!! definitely an obsession. definitely some kind of. fixation. thanks for your condolences i definitely fucking need them. TT-TT )

its like. uh. this person i know whos sooo articulate and smart and. theyre really sweet. yknow BASIC SHIT. theyre great everyone likes them.

anyways when we first started talking it was like. some kinda. there was clashing. i guess is how you could put it? but every time we finished talking i felt soo like. electrified. like buzzing. like my whole body was just shaking. adrenaline? maybe?

i really thought at first that it was just a friendly interest. some sort of.. y'know intellectual thing! you meet someone whos so much smarter than you and whos ideas are so well put together and who thinks YOU'RE interesting and of course you want to know more of how their brain works of course youre. captivated a bit yknow? thats like. normal. to feel. i think.

oh the first couple times we talked i went so nuts! i reread over our convos like a thousand times and reiterated our talks several times to EVERYONE in my house. its so actually embarrassing. but they were good convos you HAAAVE to understand. it was like. ducking weaving. it was like. some sort of mental exercise . and i thought it was like. normal. but it just kept. HAPPENING. AND HAPPENING. AND HAPPENING.

and i tell you what this was a lot easier a month or so ago when i was like I JUST REALLY LIKE TALKING TO THIS PERSON!! ^_^ (<- STILL A DEFINITE POSSIBILITY) cause ugh. lately its like. ever since the thought popped in my head that this interest MIIIGHT be romantic in nature its. ALLLL DAY thinking about them its so nuts! its so constant!! its literally like a fucking DISEASE... i feel like. angry over it? spiteful? almost? it reminds me of when i had a crush on a guy in elementary school and I didnt know how to handle it so i beat the hell out of him with a lunch box.

like im over here forgetting shit left and right and messing up basic conversation skills and having heart palpitations and theyre like. fine probably. iiii honestly dont think they even think about me lol. i mean definitely not as much as i am,easy, because im totally insane and obsessive i know this.

we also dont talk so much! its not very often! so yeah im sure they dont think about me as much. im even definitely sure if i ever verbalized this it wouldnt work out. ive visualized them turning me down like 20 different ways for 20 different reasons just today. lots of reasons yknow! im mentally unwell and totally nuts, im immature and also very ugly im unable to carry out a meaningful relationship because of my chronic pain problems and various health issues, all of that is fine but my obsessive nature is really freaky,LD relationships are a no-go, they just dont like me that way, ect ect ect.

its sooo stupid. its SO middle school. they type a response to me and i can barely look at the screen. i feel SO fucking stupid its insane. im like. going to claw my eyes out of my head and chew on them till they burst. i hate it here. and its never going to be reciprocated whatsoever so im literally not even going to try.

BESIDES Y'KNOW!! I DONT EVEN KNOW FOR SURE IF THATS WHAT IM FEELING!! its been wracking my brain for a week straight!! its like. am i just fascinated on an intellectual level, am i just interested in an anthropological sense, are these just really good conversations, if this just normal friendship and im making things super weird? am i just excited that someone seems to get what im saying about what im interested in? yknow. dumb.

either way TLDR; im waiting for it to pass. either I'll sort my own feelings out or itll pass! if its infatuation, GOOD, that has a expiration date of 1-2 years so i will just box it up and not think about it and not do anything about it. ^_^ )9 and it WILL die. BUT if you know how to force that process to go along faster let me KNOW.

[screampied]

i had an idea of a talk show between you and me, called “two horny bitches telling each other exactly” and i imagined you with fairy lights all over your body (vegas) and me with, hm, extremely amount of while liquid hiding my face. moving along.

hiii vegas. today i had a busy day, went to work, washed the kitchen because my dog killed a pigeon (he had a funeral, by the way) and i posted something on my profile. it’s been days since i did this, and i’m scared, but my friends here were hyping me up, cute. i really like them.

ok, so officially i am a squirtling!!!! for once in my life.

RIGHT? he always looked weird to me, i couldn’t see pass the gambling and parental issues, but when he came through megumi’s domain in shibuya i was hooked, i was bamboozled, there was nothing in this world that could stop me from the head i was trying to give that man. by the way, after our little chats about him, i got pretty inspired and added him on my work that i posted today. so it will be my little secret that for him to be there it was inspired by you.

no, vegas, the worm isn’t cute!! i could only relate and tolerate that when it called geto mommy. i hate worms and stuff, but i love snakes. small snakes, because if they are too big i’ll fucking die on the spot. i once held a corn snake, and it’s my dream to have once since then, her name would probably be seraphina. no names for males.

well, you can always experiment it. life kinda sucks when you wait for the right moment, you know? i would be your biggest supporter if you randomly decided to wear glittery suits and sing abba all day because that’s funny. you know i have so many regrets with that, waiting, i mean. i lost many chances, so don’t do that. dress how you want!!

do it again!! vegas saying “welcome to vegas” special tickets for your suite to dearest toji and his worm goes to the garbage, please. maybe toji wouldn’t get well in vegas…actually, thinking about it.

time does get by quick, but it’s really cute. one year and many more, please. and yes, i’ll try to put your print on the cake, i think i’ll be funny and cute.

ALSO, WHY VASELINE?

i would probably not bring anything because i am petrified of zombies, so i would just, you know, stop existing. specially tlof zombies, ain’t no way my messy ass is surviving the clickers. zombieland? maybe, because they can be slow, but on the second movie they’ve had a “glow up” (forgot the world) and i would, again, stop existing.

question for today is how many languages do you speak or would like to speak?

nut anon.

HEYYOU 🫵

bye this is so cute stop sign me up. hehe me with fairy lights kekw.

hiiiii lovieee. omg you have a dog? what breed? A PIGEON ????? i remember my dog caught a mouse it his mouth and tried to give it to me like it was a toy pls i screamed. i love dogs 🙂‍↕️. AWWW GOOD FOR U N UR FRIENDS. as you should !!!!!

real omg. tbh the broke jokes are getting old. they’ve been old, but it is kinda funny sometimes. i only call him broke sometimes bc im his wife (ahaha) but in my mind toji’s always rich with pockets swollen 🤗. RESAAALLY I INSPIRED YOU ???? ough ur edging me i wish i could read it but unfortunately i have to wait until oct. 1st to know who you are ….. which is in like ….. twenty days

stop wormyguro is adorable :((((. i wanna squish it so bad. i saw a plushie for the worm on amazon and im so tempted to by it bye. IT LOOKS SO SOFT. pls when it called geto mommy i cried 😭 geto’s face always kills me. SNAKESSSS I LOVE SNAKES. i used to have one named pork chop, he was a kingsnake ough i miss him. seraphina’s such a pretty name !!!!!!

LMAOOODONT TEMPT ME OMG. not the worm going to the garbage that’s so mean :((((. bye imagine toji in vegas that’s actually hilarious.

vaseline bc i don’t want chapped lips while im trying to survive ✋🏽 also vaseline can help with ermmmm wounds yes. gotta stay cute even while on the brink of death ya know

i speak four languages !!! 💓🙂‍↕️ lingala, french, papiamento and kiswahili—english too now, so i guess that would be fiveeee.

[whatyourusherthinks]

Longlegs Review

I got the trailer for this movie twice, the day before it came out. Didn't know it was even coming to our theater before that. Don't know the director either, I guess he's a indie horror guy a lot of people like, but you know I had to get excited for Nicholas Cage! I, like most people, love a hammy Nick Cage performance and he's playing a serial killer in this movie! I loved that you barely got any of him in the trailer too, it was a great suspense.

What's the Movie About?

A weird FBI agent named Lee is on the trail of a satanic serial killer called Longlegs, who is convincing families to butcher themselves up.

What I Like.

This movie is top notch. The acting is pretty subdued for the most part, but it was excellent. Obviously Nicholas Cage chews the scenery of his scenes like he's a cow and the movie is cud. The story's pretty good for the most part. I like Lee a lot, and her partner was a little stereotypical but fun. I liked that all the licensed music was just T. Rex songs. Besides the fact that they are a good band, the cohesiveness of the music appeals to my OCD. The cinematography is great. I like the aspect rations between flashbacks and current plot time a lot. The old handheld ratio really works at being both nostalgic, and unnerving. The shot compositions were pretty unnerving as well. There's some great shots where focus is used to hide people lurking in the background and it looks SO COOL. There are also some great effects of images coming out of shadows that look awesome as well. The effects in general are good. There's not a whole bunch, but it's for the best so they can make them look the best they can. There's some maggoty corpses and one point that are stomach churning. And my god, it the atmosphere so. Fucking. GOOD. In this movie. There are scenes that reminded me of weird internet videos that you'd accidently stumble on in the early days. Y'know, the ones that are scarier than any horror movie you've ever seen, even though it's just a collection of creepy clips strung together with very little context? It approaches Alien level in the dread it made me feel. The music, sound design, and the cinematography are masterfully combined to make my toes curl and hands clutch at the seat. And it's addictive to watch as well. I never wanted to look away, and the few times I instinctively did I immediately turned back so I couldn't miss anything. I was having a really good time with this movie! For a while, I was wondering what I was going to rate higher at the end of the year, this or the Fall Guy. That was, until...

What I Didn't Like.

The ending. It's dumb and kinda sucks, but in order to get into it and everything I wanna say, I have to get into spoilers. Before I do, a brief digression. I'm not sure if I like the autistic-coding on Lee. On one hand, I like that the main character is autistic, and she's the kind of character that basically knows everything that is going on, even if not everyone listens to her. One two hand, she might act the way she does because of either psychic powers or trauma or something, so its the "only-rep-is-inhuman-or-diminished-characters" problem. On three hand, it's not directly stated if she is autistic or not so maybe I'm just overthinking this. I also think the gore was kinda unnecessary. Like it's fine, and whatever gets the horror fans in seats, right? But I feel like the movie would have been a lot scarier if we didn't get explicit shots of decayed bodies or Longlegs smashing his face in and it was just offscreen or implied. Anyway, on to spoiler talk. Skip to the Final Summation to avoid. (Or stop reading entirely since the Final Summation is really short and basically just: Watch the movie. Hey, sometimes it's just that straight forward.)

So my main problem with the ending is the explanation about how Longlegs is forcing families to go nuts. It's Satan magic. Like he makes these dolls that have a metal sphere in the head, and in the sphere is black mist that is evil I guess. First problem is that it's really unclear, even with the explanation. They do not explain what the black mist is or how Longlegs can make the metal balls. It's heavily implied a demonic figure is involved somehow but you only see it maybe once. Longlegs' surprise accomplice also has really confusing motivation that is probably just they went crazy, but I have no idea. The second problem is maybe something you felt too, if you've seen the movie or read my spoiler. That solution is lame, right? Like it doesn't come out of nowhere, they kinda imply that Lee is psychic in the beginning. But not only is it pretty probable that she isn't (she might just really smart/reliving forgotten trauma), but why does psychic powers existing mean that black magic exists? I was honestly rewriting the movie while watching the movie.

How I Would Fix The Movie.

Roan, what is this bullshit? Something we will barely ever revisit! I am not a professional screenwriter. In fact, I'm not a screenwriter at all. But I do like to creative write, and sometimes I like to imagine what the story of a movie would be if I wrote it. And I did have an idea, so.... So this is fanfiction. And what's wrong with that Buggnutz?!

Anyway, let's throw out the idea that the black gas is magic. What if, instead, it's just like a knockout gas? I mean shooting open the ball knocks out Lee for a bit in the finale, so it makes sense. The ball just release the gas after a delay and you can make up some excuse why Longlegs and the accomplice are immune. Exposure maybe, or perhaps there's a chemical they consume that counteracts the gas. Whatever. After when the gas knocks out the families, then the accomplice kills the families, or lets Longlegs in to do it. And since the accomplice has medical knowledge, they can stage the murders to look like murder suicides or struggles or whatever. I'd also rewrite the final scene to be a denouement instead of a vague tragic ending, but that'd be really restructuring the movie.

Final Summation.

Despite a lackluster finish, Longlegs is really damn good. I think most people should check it out just for the atmosphere and the acting. All there really is to say.

[nyctx]

#4

The whole parent thing got resolved and now everyone is fine. Thank fuck, I almost broke down entirely.

Anyway, I have officially fallen back into my creepypasta phase. I thought it would've stayed dead after middle school...but no. I'm kinda glad because now it gives me more of a reason to draw weird shit, I can use that as an excuse. Been wanting to draw body horror, but I don't know what's stopping me personally. I redrew Jeff the Killer with no eyelids...ok, maybe I gave his eyes some sort of shape, but I want it to look like his eyelids were burnt off. I actually really like that part of him. The hairstyle I gave him kinda looks like my best friend's old haircut and I can't unsee it. I can totally see him doing that for Halloween if he ever wanted to. I also made a creepypasta-themed desktop background for this Chromebook on my account and I'm pretty proud of it. I tried making it look patched together.

I started listening to the full One-X album by Three Days Grace and holy fuck my nuts exploded. 'On My Own' scratches my brain the right way. I need to look into more albums because I could be missing out on bangers. One-X reminds me so much of Creepypasta I swear. I think I'm becoming an emo kind or something. But then again, I dunno. Music is music and I love music regardless.

Something crazy happened with my tio. So, I read his and my cousin's tarot readings and they were spot on, like usual. But the thing is, he got V of Swords reversed. Which is basically telling the person that they need to resolve and move on from a disagreement they've had with someone, to make peace with it. At first, I didn't question it too much because he has a lot of disagreements with a lot of people. But then, he mentioned his wife. Who he hadn't talked to in 5 days, a crazy coincidence. 5 of Swords...5 days. So he decided to shoot her a text and not even a few minutes later, he gets a very important email that relates to them. Holy shit, it blew my mind. Crazy, but I'm just glad it gave him some sort of sign to resolve the issue.

I finally gave my character his face reveal. I had struggled to give this character a face reveal for so long and nothing seemed right. Then I found a reference to a dad-ish bod and an eye shape reference and tried applying it to my style and it works so well. I'm sorta happy with myself for it. I'm trying to also get better at perspective as well. I can never angle anatomy right, I hate it. But my best friend and my other friend think I'm getting better so I'm glad. My best friend and two other friends are solely the reason I keep pushing to become a better artist. I love drawing them and their characters. They're amazing and creative people and I'm glad to have them in my life. Words can't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them. I love them with all my heart. If you three are reading this, I love you guys.

Anyways, I started a new anime that my best friend recommended to me. It's called Chainsaw Man and I absolutely love it. The gore and the body horror amaze me and get my blood pumping. The devil designs are so cool and I'm curious about other fears. I'm not a big fan of Denji, but I love Power and the Violence Fiend. Another one I started was Spy x Family, but I'm not sure I'll go far with that one. Was contemplating starting up My Hero Academia again, but decided against it. It's just not my thing anymore.

Speaking of my best friend, I wanted to draw us and the art squad doing something, but what? I was originally thinking of drawing him and me with our favorite birds. I really really like Barn Owls, they're so pretty to me. I gave up because of the poses. My mind is flowing with artistic ideas, but not writing ones. I haven't written my novel or worked on the comic strip in 2 weeks. I have writer's block and it fucking sucks because I can't do jack shit about it. I'll find a way. My mind knows little to no bounds anyway.

-Dxll Face

[gretavanlace]

Across the Miles

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, mentions of alcohol, masturbation, dirty talk, language, etc.

**this was a requested blurb that got away from me a little bit. Apparently, like our dear Josh, I too, am long winded**

“Why didn’t I just bring the bottle with me?” you lament, eyeing your nearly empty glass of pinot.

Your bathwater and it’s dwindling bubbles slosh mildly when you turn your attention to Storm, your indifferent Russian Blue perched regally on the bathroom sink.

“Go get me a refill.”

He chirps in reply and circles gracefully once, twice, and then curls himself into a ball on the counter.

“Thanks for the help, jerk.” you smile, rising and reaching for the towel you left folded on the floor beside your ancient, clawfoot tub.

You’re toweling off the locks of hair that loosened from your bun and dipped into the water when your phone comes to life. Disturbed, Storm hops down to the floor and swishes out of the room with a disgruntled glare.

Josh’s name is displayed on the screen, instantly setting a smile free on your lips. It also, for the sake of honesty, makes a muted, electric tingle of lust come to life between your legs. Josh only calls when he wants one thing.

When he is away, as he so often is these days, he almost exclusively facetimes you. “Why would I ignore the option of looking at your beautiful face, darling?” he likes to say, even when he catches you fresh out of bed and looking a mess.

On the other hand, when Josh wants to communicate in a different way, he goes old school.

“Phone sex is meant to be all about your voice, my voice, words and whispers, sounds and longing.” he had pointed out that first time, when you begged to see him, to watch what he was doing. “Just close your eyes and listen, and talk, and picture it all, mama.”

“Hey baby. Why a phone call? I want to see your face.” you grin into the phone, even though he can’t see you. It isn’t for his benefit anyway, it's your body’s natural reaction to hearing from him in any capacity. He turns your world upside down and clouds your brain with serotonin.

“Hey mama.” His voice is quiet, and his tongue sounds sort of loose, as if he might be a little bit drunk. “You know why I’m calling. I like it when you’re coy though, it’s sweet...kinda innocent. Hot.”

An uncharacteristic giggle escapes you. Only Josh can make you behave like a giddy high school girl wracked with puppy love. “Where are you? How was the show?”

“I’m in my bunk, drunk. Hey, write that down for me, would you, darling? Sounds like the beginnings of a haiku. Fuck, I’m so gifted.”

“Oh my god,” your full, uninhibited laugh makes an appearance this time. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to jot it down. Seriously though, how was the show?”

“It was great.” His voice is low, partly out of respect for the others trying to sleep on the bus, and partly because he grows quiet when he’s turned on, but quiet only in volume...he talks incessantly, and sex –in any form– is no exception.

“Jake added that riff he’s been working on for the new album. Crowd went nuts.”

“It’s a damn good riff.”

“It is.” he agrees. “You okay? How was your day?”

You could open your mouth and begin reciting every single monotonous detail of your schedule. Right down to the fact that your favorite bakery ran out of the raspberry drizzled croissants you love, so you went with a bear claw instead, and he would listen attentively to it all, adding sympathetic and enthusiastic comments here and there.

“Was it one of those huge bear claws like we had at that little diner in Portland that time?” he might ask. Or, “What is it that you like so much about those croissants, anyway? Is it the raspberry or do you just feel fancy saying croissant? Croissant...say it enough and it loses all meaning. Words are strange, aren’t they?”

Sparing him the mundane details, you sigh that your day was fine. Boring and fine...that’s all that you can hope for without him sometimes. “That’s not why you called though, baby. Is everyone else asleep?”

“I think so. Passed out is probably more like it.” he hums. “You miss me, mama?”

“So much.” you’ve wandered into the bedroom and made yourself comfortable on the bed in the middle, draped halfway on your side, halfway on his.

“I miss you, too. So fucking much. I’m all alone in my bunk, curtain pulled, in the dark, thinking about you, and what I’d ask you to do to me tonight if I was with you.”

Hmm, you ponder his phrasing for only a moment- you know what he wants to hear.

“You’d ask me?” you toss back, seductively. “Would you say please like a good boy?”

“Yes.” a breath shudders out of him and across the miles straight into your already pulsing center. “You know I’m a good boy for you, mama. Where are you right now?”

“I’m in our bed.” your free hand has already begun to tease over your inner thigh. “I just got out of the tub so my skin is still pink and sensitive from the hot water, I wish your hands were all over me. I’m already so wet. Just hearing your voice...fuck, I need you.”

“I bet you’re a vision...” his voice is like velvet gliding through your blurry mind. “I wish I was there to settle in between those beautiful legs and suck you. I’d give fucking anything to make you cum right now.”

“Where is your hand, baby?” you breathe into the phone as your own fingers begin playing languidly around with the aching, soaked desire he has created.

“Wrapped around my dick. Where’s your’s?”

“You know exactly where mine is. Tell me, sweetheart, do you wish I was there to suck your pretty cock for you?”

A moan gasps out of him, likely a little louder than he would have hoped. “Yeah, I do. I wish I was fucking my pretty little mama’s mouth right now, trying to hold off on cumming down your throat. Fuck, I need it, mama. My cock is pounding for you.”

“I can taste you, you know.” you whisper, punctuating yourself with a tiny whine as your fingers pick up speed on your clit. “Anytime I want. I can just close my eyes and conjure up the way your cum tastes on my tongue...it’s as if I committed it to memory without even trying. That’s how much I love it.”

“Yeah?” you listen to his breath quicken into rapid puffs of need. “Can you taste it right now?”

Sighing, you dip your fingers into yourself and then slide them back up to swirl wet circles into your clit. “I can. Can you taste me? I’m so fucking wet, Josh, it’s all over my fingers. Do you remember how sweet it is on your tongue?”

“So damn sweet, darling. You’re like a little pot of honey...I wish I could carry it around with me and drizzle it over every fucking meal I’m served.” The sound of rustling sheets travels through the miles as you attempt to recover.

“Fuck, Josh...” you breathe. “That was hot.”

“Does that do it for you, mama?” he asks softly, with a smirk evident in his tone. “That I like the way you taste that much?”

You don’t bother to answer. He knows. “What about the way it feels? You like that too?”

“I fucking love the way it feels.” A murmur of a grunt interrupts him and nearly stops your heart. “Warm, and wet...always so fucking wet. And so tight, you get even tighter just before you cum. You grip my cock like a pretty silken vice. Like velvet, just squeezing and squeezing. Fuck, I want it so badly. I want you. Wanna fuck you.”

“I want you inside me, Josh.” you can’t manage more than a muted hush, and you have to force yourself to slow your fingers. Your body is alight with agonized longing and wild, barely contained lust. “I need it, baby. Need to feel you pushing your way in, the way it burns so good at first, the stretch...fuck, those first few seconds when you slide all the way in. So full, and hot, and hard. God, you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Goddamn, mama...” he sounds so out of breath and desperate. So out of control and needy. “If you were in this bunk with me right now, I’d make your eyes roll back in your head. I would, baby. I’d make you feel so good, make you cum, make you tremble and melt for me. I’d be so good for you, whatever you wanted.”

“I know you would.” your thighs press together around your hand, trying to calm yourself down a bit. “You always make me feel good. Would you put your gorgeous mouth between my legs and make me cum? Would you eat me until I cried like you did the night before you left? You did so good for me, Josh...made me cum so hard. I think about it all the time. I dreamt about it the other night, and just before you made me cum, I woke up.”

“Then what happened?” he rasps.

“I told you, I woke up.”

“I know,” his voice sounds deliciously teasing. “But then what, mama? Did you slip your hand beneath the covers to finish what I started?”

“Mhmm.” you lend a hint of secrecy to your tone. “Would you do it for me right now if you were here?

“Fuck yes I would...I love the way your hips can’t keep still, the way you rock against my mouth. How you really get going the closer you get, when you get so desperate for it you fuck yourself against me until you explode in my mouth. The way you sound, you get so whiny and sweet. The begging.”

“You like it when I beg, baby?” you tease through a moan. “When I plead with you to do dirty things to me in the dark? When I ask you sweetly to make me cum?”

“Mhmm, you turn all soft and innocent. All those cute little moans and ‘pleases’ make my cock fucking pound.”

“Is your cock hard right now? Is it aching and leaking for my mouth? For my cunt?” You allow a louder moan to escape you and pick up the pace on your clit in response to his moan that calls back to you.

“Yeah, I’m so hard for you, sweetheart. God, the things I would do to just fuck it into you right now. To just fucking give it to you all night. Wouldn’t that be nice? Spending the night with my hard cock inside you?”

Your toes curl at the thought, you’d kill for it. You shock even yourself by how literally you mean that right here in this frenzied moment. “So nice. Fuck, just come home already!”

“Soon, darling. I miss you so much.” the air drags into his lungs raggedly. “You close? ‘Cause I’m almost there, mama. You’ve got me so fucking worked up. My cock is so wet, I’m a mess.”

The image of his beautiful cock, hard and soaked in precum, fist pumping faster and faster springs forth, and thought alone is enough to send you spiraling.

“I’m gonna cum.” the words flutter out of you as your entire body starts to tremble. 

“You’re gonna cum?” A groan rides low in his chest as he frantically encourages you. “Does it feel good, sweetheart? Is your pretty pussy burning up and clenching for my cock?”

“Yes...” you shake out through gritted teeth. “Come on, baby. Cum with me. Can you do it quietly?”

“For you, I can, darling. For you.” he whispers, with a high pitched - yet still subtle - whimper. “Fuck, mama. I’m gonna— fuck, fuck!”

The sound of Josh, so muffled and strangled as he fights to stay as silent as possible, pulls you under right alongside him, and you orgasm hard and fast, listening to his whispered curses and whines as if from under water...like you’re floating in a warm, still pond, searching for him.

Silence wraps up around the two of you, save for the frantic breaths panting out of you in sync. You lie there with him, basking in the afterglow for a while, pining for the way he would hold you if he were home.

As if reading your thoughts, he breaks the silence. “I’d wrap my arms around you and sing you to sleep if I could, mama. I’m sorry I’m away so often.”

In order to keep yourself from crying you brush your loneliness away with a joke. “I doubt it’ll be a problem for very much longer. I’m sure the others are actively searching for a new front man so they don’t have to hear any more of our late night calls.”

He laughs, but it sounds a little sad. “Will you just stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?”

You snuggle down under the covers on his side just to feel a little closer to him, and drift off with the sound of his deep, even breaths beside you on the pillow.

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[dolugecat]

On some Japanese social issues I had learned about at uni and abroad):

(Rb ok!)

Legit had an epiphany about the true hidden meaning of the last arc of Mob Psycho 100. It’s hella projection but for real there is nothing neurotypical about Mob or Mob Psycho. I do not wish to enforce my interpretation on others (ironic bc I do that all the time but this is a serious social theory). There are some interesting and very sad social issues in Japan that the west really doesn’t understand but would I think help people understand a lot of context behind not only Mob Psycho, but also a lot of other anime. I learned this at my shitty university (prestigious but horrific) and while studying abroad in Japan and talking with Japanese peers. Get ready here we go (and tw for bullying and darker things):

Unfortunately in East Asian education systems, bullying can be extremely intense. Growing up I assumed it was over exaggerated extremely in anime for drama but it really can be so horrific. From what I’ve heard, there is often a single kid or so who is just shit on by everyone else, even the teacher. Mogami land *is* the reality of some Japanese kids. I’ve read that in Korea, this social punching bag sometimes is just the darkest skinned person (yayyy colorism /angry) and or someone who does not fit in. I mean, we have that in America too, but maybe not as common for the bullying to be as focused on one misfit rather than several. These kids just can’t escape the stigma too, kids from other schools find out they were a major victim at their old school and it starts anew. Thus there is so much stigma and incentive to join in on bullying so you aren’t the one. Sadly, this also ofc leads to higher suicide rates. That’s where the “shoe on building roof” anime trope comes in, bc somehow taking off shoes is relayed to death (I forgot why sorry)

There is a difference in how intense in general high school vs college is too. In the West, commonly college is the more intense curriculum and is harder than high school, but in Japan it’s usually the opposite. Grind suuuupppeeerrrr hard for entrance exams (huge standardized tests that determines what college you can qualify to) bc unlike the ACT or SAT here, that test is by far the most important factor for college admission. Then chill and relax a bit in college. Can’t relate. Name and prestige is very critical for job application, more important than here. That’s why planning out your future is sooo much more intense for Japanese high schoolers than in America, and why there is sooo much more pressure to excel in high school than here. Japanese school years and holidays are done different than ours, I’d suggest looking it up.

Social prestige of going to an American high school or college is nuts. Like whyyy do you value our shitty education, Japan’s is much higher quality (it’s bc we neo colonized them). Being able to speak English is very, very highly valued and any association with Americans make you cooler. From my experience, some Japanese students got very excited to practice speaking English with us, and their biggest issues with learning it is pronunciation, lmao. Wasai english is unique slang that is indeed English words but it’s kinda different and it’s kinda jarring to remember lol. So, Teru having parents that are working overseas isn’t too uncommon, idk about leaving him absolutely alone, but I did have a ex-friend who just came from Japan in middle school who’s situation probably wasn’t too far off from that. Empty wealth with no love, it’s no wonder those kind of people can end up being huge bullies (minori?)

I did a presentation on 引きこもり(hikikomori) for which means “shut in”, (like Serizawa) and it’s fucked up. It’s a social phenomena where according to some Japanese researchers a mix of undisciplined parenting, guilt/not living up to expectations, and hopelessness makes an alarming amount of youth/ young adults literally never go out side their house/room. Often a parent is “enabling” the behavior by supporting them, but idk the articles seemed a bit victim-blaming to me when I read it, but I don’t think I should make a judgement too hard, not my place. I will say I do suspect and believe I read something to support that ASD might play a role in hikikomoris (there is pitiful resources for autistic people in Asia, much much less support than even here, to the point I don’t think most know it exists). Like come on, with the other points I laid out my personal opinion as an Asian American with autism is that it really seems it’s unknowing ableism against autistic classmates, but I didn’t grow up in Asia so I don’t want to say.

Mental health in general is tragically quite abysmal in Japan, and with it being so hyper competitive and brutal work culture, it’s no surprise birth rate in Japan is so low; some Japanese young adults say it seems unethical to bring a life to such hostile world. Suicide rate is of the highest in the world. It’s fucked, I’ve interacted with some of the locals in Tokyo and they were so nice, but the business men just looked dead inside, it’s so sad.

Relationships between child and parent is also strained bc of this intense work and school culture. Quality time is too scarce when you gotta work so much. And the pressure from parents to do well in education or else you might end up socially stigmatized is rough. Bc your job is who you are, it’s hyper capitalism (thanks us for making them do this)

With autism being so unknown, support for parents in raising autistic kids is almost nonexistent. What happens if the “darker” side of ASD shows up in kids? I used to be a menace when I had meltdowns, I felt so bad but really just became so indiscriminately violent. See where this is going? Legit, I think ESP is a sort of metaphor for neurodivergance to ONE. There is so much stigma around it, and even less way for kids to understand why they are different than the others. My Korean family can’t admit we all got ASD, too much fear and internalized shame.

I got finally diagnosed with ASD as an adult and I’ll tell ya, I relate too much to Mob hurting Ritsu. I felt so bad, but also not in control, I knew what I was doing but not how to stop. Luckily, is was blessed in that my hyperfixations involved science and logic, so I did well at school. Sadly, our boy Mob just don’t got the passion or ability to do well at school. His kanji is very bad, even to point of not being confident he wrote a kanji (世) they learn when they are 9, in elementary school (thanks @katyatalks). Him being a bit berated by his parents for having bad grades and bending spoons seems harsh to Westerners I think, but IMO it’s pretty tame from what I’ve seen of some Asian parents (I get to say that lmao). Ofc, however the shaming is very real and Mob just agreeing with them about how weird and stupid he thinks he is so sad. There is even more pressure for the eldest to be better than here, I feel from some interactions. Nonetheless, it’s implied Mob is quite emotionally detached from his parents, even though he loves them, which also adds to his emotional complex. Combined with originally fragile self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, we got one emotionally stunted boy. However, contrary to common belief people with ASD are sometimes hyper empathic and experience emotions very intensely. We are prone to having “meltdowns” which if not assisted with can be quite violent if very intense. For me, my worse meltdowns as a kid came from when I didn’t understand why I wasn’t getting what I wanted, it seemed selfish and cruel of me but I couldn’t control it. I wanted to be a good kid, so why did hit my moms leg at target when she refused to buy me Pokémon toys? I couldn’t come up with a good reason for why my mind just commanded my body to do bad things, just a single thought was controlling me, I want I want I want I want I want ____. Which I argue could be what ???% represents… bc well…. Yeah….. hmm….. not in control of self (mob unconscious), selfish (not actually, I’ve forgave myself but my “normal” kid self was so ashamed), destructive, hurt family, wanting to stop but can’t, that’s kind of…. Too relatable.

But legit, since realizing my new HC, I’ve started to think of the last chapter of mp100 when I “explode” and it helps me feel better and I do gain “control” a bit easier. I don’t feel so bad anymore either, Mob!