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n1ghtman · 9 months ago

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could you possibly do a kinda dark Charlie Kelly x female reader smut , where Charlie is obsessed with the reader like he was with the waitress and the reader feels bad for him and finally gives him a chance I could see him being really whiney and excited!!

PICKING UP A STRAY

summary: on your way home from work, you catch charlie outside your apartment complex in the rain. you don’t have the heart to tell him to go home.

pairing: charlie kelly x reader

cws: reader has a 9-5 job, reader is implied to be broke/struggling, afab terminology, reader has a bra, i imagined reader as a lady as per request but technically reader’s gender isn’t really specified, stalking, premature cumming, charlie unintentionally overstimulating himself, charlie is very unhygienic, bad sex but it’s okay reader fixes it, “making love,” charlie is a closet pervert, reader and charlie are both pathetic in their own ways, charlie is EXTRA pathetic though, panty sniffing, panty stealing, the year is ambiguous so you’re free to picture whatever season you want, excessive plot before porn, plot holes i’m sure but reader HAS to be insane for this to work, reader is bitchless, charlie is nervous and excited, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), not really proof read

wc: about 6k

reblogs appreciated!

5:08 PM

ON A FRIDAY

the ten minute drive home from work was always a little depressing. you didn’t exactly live in a comfortable area in the city, and it only looked more gloomy in the dark, gloomy rain; the further you got from the bustling heart of the city and closer to your humble apartment, the more the reality of your life brought down your mood. the music humming in your car does it’s best to drown out the harsh patter of rain hitting your roof, but it wasn’t enough to truly distract you. you pull into your usual parking spot outside of your apartment building, aching to just get inside and rot inside your bed. at least you got to leave work a few minutes earlier than usual.

stepping out of your car, you grimace slightly as the rain waits no time in soaking you. you’re quick to slam your car door shut and lock the vehicle, before making haste to your apartment building. you wrap your arms around yourself, hoping your light jacket will spare you even just a little. you’re approaching your door when you see it — him, actually.

“charlie?” you stop, squinting. in contrast, he looks like a deer caught in headlights as he whips around; he stands straight, the bushes he stands in catching on his worn out jeans. even drenched in rain, you could recognize charlie a mile away — after all, he was your non-threatening stalker. it was a long story, really, but it’s important to recap. it’s important because, while he was non-threatening (for now), he was still stalking you. sometimes, you wouldn’t see him for weeks, and would almost forget the amount of times you’ve changed apartments.

it all started about two years ago. while you were working at an old service job, charlie was your customer. he was with two of his friends, and you were polite — that was your job. to be polite. a job that you really needed at the time, and so, you always did your best with customer service, no matter how rude or strange a customer was. maybe you were a little too good at it, because it had certainly left a lasting impression on charlie. he kept showing up by himself after that — most of the time, he wouldn’t actually order anything. he’d only linger, making various poor attempts at conversation with you; which, of course, since it was your job, you had to offer polite conversation back. people hitting on you at work is always an awkward situation, especially when the person doesn’t directly ask you out, leaving you unable to verbally reject them. maybe charlie knew you would, and so he never gave you the opportunity.

it went on like that for a couple of weeks. after that, you’d see him less and less. it didn’t stop, but it was no longer a daily occurrence. another few weeks went by before you started noticing some odd things — your hair was suddenly much nicer than usual, which was odd considering your cheap shampoo and conditioner. the outside of your car looked less and less dirty, as if you started regularly taking it to the cleaner — which you certainly did not do. you’d suddenly have extras of basic necessities laying around, ones that you swore you were running low on. maybe your memory was playing tricks on you, but you couldn’t help but feel weird about it.

you finally found out the reason behind these things one day while you were getting out of the shower. you had gone to your room to get dressed, only in a towel, when you saw a figure move down the hall in your small apartment. at first, you froze — then, you grabbed the nearest blunt force object available, and carefully tip toed towards the opening of the fall, which lead to the open concept entrance, living room and kitchen. there, you saw a disheveled figure struggling to prop open your kitchen window. you had yelled, with a shaky voice, for the person to freeze and turn around — what were you, a cop? no matter, when they had, you saw him. and that was when you discovered that charlie had been meddling with your life in secret. he argued that he was helping it, but you weren’t so sure you could get behind the idea.

after that, you moved out as quickly as you could. rent around city had gone up, unfortunately, leaving you with little options; you ended up somewhere shitty, and stayed like that until it started happening again. and the process repeated, until you eventually ended up where you lived now. why didn’t you go to the police? it was complicated — sure, charlie was bothersome and a delusional freak, but he really wasn’t violent. he was the most consistent part of your life the past two-ish years. you also didn’t technically have any proof, and people often ignore cases like this until it was too late. the police just felt like a waste of time. you really should have gone, though.

“uh—“ charlie’s squeaky voice brings you back to reality. what a strange reality you lived in. his stance was stiff and rigid, clearly uncomfortable. and likely from much more than just the rain. “you’re… home early.”

“what are you doing here?” you ask with a pinch between your brows. you already know the answer. well, you had a few guesses, anyways. he’ll spill his guys anyways. he had a bad habit of rambling when he’s caught.

“well, uh— i was just… stopping by. wanted to see if your new place was… safe.” he answers, awkwardly playing with his hands and adding on a fake, airy chuckle to the end of his words. that was another habit of his; downplaying what he was doing to a causal, chill explanation. you clearly don’t look impressed, and he falters. he looks like a kicked puppy. or, a drowned rat — he goes to speak again, but you cut him off.

“how long have you been out here, charlie?” you already feel cold, and you’ve only been in the rain a few moments. he looks like a complete mess. you knew charlie didn’t live lavishly — he didn’t have to tell you. if you couldn’t tell by his barely held together clothes, or the sickly complexion of his skin, you’d at least smell his ungodly odor. maybe him out in the rain was good. like a bath.

his eyes widen at your question. he looks aside for a moment, nervously chuckling. “ahh—“ he waves a dismissive hand; “don’t worry about it.” he says, because he thinks you’re creeped out by the prospect of him hanging around outside your windows. he hates to cut this short, because he really wanted to get to know your new place better, but he supposes it’ll just have to wait for another day. he would have just broken in like he usually did, but with all the rain and mud, he would have left too obvious of a trail. he had started to learn how to be real sneaky early on.

again, you stare at him with an unimpressed expression. he hates when you look at him like that. he misses that cute customer service smile you used to always flash at him. you were one of the only people that made him feel like an actual human being. in a poor attempt to save face, he goes to start again, and you once again cut him off.

“c’mon.” you grumble, nodding towards your apartment door. it’s rainy and cold and maybe it was messing with your judgement, because you’re inviting your stalker inside. he looks surprised, too, but he stumbles out of the bushes and follows you inside. you aren’t 100% sure why you’re inviting him in — he just looked so… pathetic. for some reason, you didn’t like seeing him look like that, and you certainly didn’t like the idea of him walking home in this weather. after all, you practically moved to the other side of the city where you first met him. you wanted to get away from him. and yet, you were letting him inside your home.

charlie clumsily reaches down to take off his beaten up sneakers after he watches you step out of your shoes. the rain outside clearly wasn’t a good enough bath, because now that you were inside with him, you could still smell… him. you try not to cringe, and he seems to not be self aware of his odor. he looks quite happy for a guy that was soaked to the bone. his gaze doesn’t stay on you for long, wandering instead to look around your apartment. it wasn’t very homey yet, as you moved recently, but anything that was yours he loved.

“do you want to take a shower?” you ask after a moment, trying to not be flat out rude, but also desperately needing the man to wash if he was going to stay until the rain passed. plus, you didn’t want him to get sick — maybe you can toss his clothes in the dryer? he perks up at your offer, and you can see the affection in his eyes. you weren’t sure what else to call it. any display of kindness you showed seemed to be just another nail to the coffin.

“really?” could this night get any better? when you tentatively nod, he grins — you lead him to the bathroom, and give him a general guide; letting him know any quirks of the shower, since it wasn’t exactly well kept before you had gotten there. you didn’t have very fancy products, but you got him a wash cloth he could use with the soap and such — there was already a few towels in there, and while you’d debate burning whichever ones he uses after, the premise of him not stinking up your apartment was enough to get by. you leave him to do his business, and you decide to get changed in your room. while you didn’t stay in the rain nearly as long as charlie did, you were still pretty wet. afterwards, you head to the kitchen — when you pass by the bathroom, you hear awful singing.

you remember that you were going to put his clothes in the dryer. right. you hesitate before knocking on the bathroom door — you hear nothing back, and sigh through your nose. of course, he didn’t lock the door, and so you were able to just open it. the shower curtain is thick, so you couldn’t see him, but a loud gasp pulls from him as if he could.

“just getting your clothes — i’m putting them in the dryer,” you say quickly, and grab the mentions items from ontop of the closed toilet lid; he lets out a little *oh, okay, * and you don’t stick around. you close the door behind you, and head over to the corner where you crammed your washing machine and dryer. since it’s only a few items, it shouldn’t take too long. you doubt his shower will be terribly long, either. still, you have time to kill; why not make supper?

you keep it simple, with a classic box mac and cheese, because fuck cooking after work. you take your time as you get plates and such together, before actually grabbing a box to cook up — it’s a few minutes later that you hear the bathroom door open.

coming down the hallway is a slightly wet, but surely cleaner charlie; he walks into the space with one of your towels messily wrapped around his waist. you can see some remaining droplets of water rolling down his abdomen, getting trapped in his poorly maintained happy trail, and ��

“you’re cooking?” he sounds much jollier than he usually did. you blink, and quickly meet his gaze. there was no way you were just distracted by charlie — well, you haven’t been with anyone in… awhile, so, surely that explains it!

“y—yeah,” you clear your throat a little; “just mac and cheese. uh… your clothes will be dry soon, i think. sorry about…” you trail off, and gesture to the towel. “that.”

he glances down and chuckles. “nah, can’t complain.” his cheeks are a little flustered. “thanks for letting me shower.”

“no problem…” you almost mumble, bringing your attention back to the mac and cheese. you didn’t want to start ogling him again like a freak. were you really so lonely and starved of male attention that… *charlie * had you feel some type of way?

around when you finish up cooking, the dryer goes off. charlie snags his clothes, and heads to the bathroom to change. you can’t help but eye him as he walks down the hall. you were practically asking to be murdered, weren’t you? you take out two plates, serving food on both and placing them on your dainty kitchen table; charlie shouldn’t take too long, and so you decide to start without him.

“heyyy-yo!” charlie greets as he comes back in, now dressed in, not quite clean, but at least not soaked clothes. you swallow down the food in your mouth, perking up a little — you can’t help but look him over. you never thought charlie was particularly bad looking, only extraordinarily disheveled at all times; he didn’t clean up half bad.

“hi,” you eventually reply, and gesture to the seat in front of you. “i made mac and cheese.”

“holy shit, really?” his eyes light up and he makes his way over with haste. pulling out the chair across from you, he plops down and doesn’t really bother to tuck himself in under the table. he grabs a utensil with an overzealous carelessness, and you can’t help but wonder when the last time he ate was from how he starts to eat.

“uh… no one’s gonna take it away from you,” you try to joke, but your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and there’s a pinch between your brows. from this close, you can see his still damp hair start to drip.

charlie looks up at you through his eyelashes and away from the food. an airy, small chuckle falls from his lips. “ah, yeah…” he seems almost self conscious, but he makes little effort to change, aside from straightening up a bit. “i just haven’t had a proper cooked meal in awhile.”

you blink, because your boxed mac and cheese was most certainly not a ‘proper cooked meal.’ you knew a lot of random trivia about charlie, from his early day visits. to keep conversation going, he would unpromptedly share facts about himself. they tended to be drawn out, poorly explained facts, though. you’re beginning to realize that, in the big picture, you don’t know much about his actual life.

“well…” you start again, unsure of what to say. “i’m glad you like it.”

“like it? i love it!” he compliments, taking a generous bite. “you’re a super amazing cook, i mean —“ he swallows; “seriously.”

you try to not notice his poor table manners, because it wasn’t like you were exactly classy yourself. you look down at yourself and your shitty work clothes. with a small, hardly audible sigh, you thank him and continue to eat. dinner carries on; charlie makes various attempts at conversation, and you do your best to keep up with his random thought process. it’s hard to not stare during his tangents — he was, admittedly, passionate. it was endearing, when it really shouldn’t have been.

as the pair of you finish up eating, you can still hear the rain tap against your windows. the realization that you may just be stuck with charlie all night is starting to sink in, and you still have no idea what your plan is. you had let charlie in on a sympathetic, impulsive whim. you didn’t exactly have a spare bedroom in your dingy apartment.

“thanks for the food,” he says, and if you didn’t know anything about his mother, it would seem uncharacteristically polite. you only nod, and awkwardly stand to grab his plate and yours. you can feel his eyes on you as you place them in the sink — you’ll clean those later, you think. you glance over your shoulder, and charlie only smiles. you try your best to offer one back.

“so…” you trail off, turning to face him and leaning back against the counter. he makes no attempt to add on, and can’t help but squint a little.

“wanna watch, like, tv or something?” you suggest, and his eyes widen.

“oh, shit, you got cable?” he grins, and you open your mouth to confirm, but he’s starting again; “yeah, yeah, we should watch tv!” he stands up from your table, and clumsily tucks it back in. you lead him to your living room, and the two of you do your best to get comfortable on your not so impressive couch.

this close, you can smell your shampoo on him. you can only imagine his body smells like your soap. blinking hard, you reach for the remote and flick through channels until you find some romcom that was in decent quality. throughout the movie, charlie makes some unfunny commentary, which you hardly have the energy to even fake laugh at. when the male lead finally works up the courage to kiss the female lead, there’s a sudden silence in the room. out of the corner of your eye, you can feel him staring — again. you glance over, and this time, he’s not smiling. he looks almost dazed.

“… charlie?” you question slowly, squinting and leaning back a little. you’re suddenly very aware of just how close you two are. he isn’t meeting your gaze, though — instead, it looks like he’s looking down at your lips, his own slightly parted. your brows furrow.

“char—” you start again, a little exasperated. he cuts you off, mirroring what he saw on screen moments ago. your eyes nearly pop out of your head as he presses his lips against your own. a vague noise of protest rumbles in your mouth, and he only takes the opportunity to, as best as you can put it, eat your face.

you promptly push him back, your hands planted firmly on his chest. he looks confuses, eyes wide and his brows stitched up and together. there’s a little bit of a rosy hue on his otherwise pale cheeks.

“what the fuck was that?” you ask, but your voice is much softer than you expected it to be. you should be angry — furious, really. you can feel your heart pound against your ribs, and in the dim lighting of the living room, you can’t help but notice how handsome he looks as he tentatively apologizes.

what the fuck were you thinking?! this is the guy who had been harassing you. sure, he argued he was making your life better, always looking out for you — something no other guy has ever really done. the dating scene in the city was six feet under, really. a guy even planning a date was a one in a million chance. your friends insisted guys were just intimidated by you, but the last couple of years had been notably lonely. other than…

something in you was changing, and you wish you could blame it on alcohol. the hands flared out on his chest, move to grip his shirt, and you tug him back in for another kiss. this time, it was his turn to make a sound of surprise, but he settles into the kiss much faster than you did.

the hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt move to the back of his neck, your fingers sliding into his still damp, dark hair. you can feel his hands grip your waist, and there’s an underlying uncertainty in the touch — you can tell he isn’t so sure about what was happening, but he’s kissing you all the same. you’re kissing him. he was most certainly not your ideal hookup candidate, but dick was dick and you were really struggling to remember the last time you got that.

“uh—“ you can feel his nervous chuckle against your lips as you start to climb into his lap. pulling back, you look at him — he looks at you like you put the each and every star in the sky, and you still aren’t entirely sure why.

“is… is this okay?” charlie asks, swallowing thickly. you squint a little, because you don’t want to talk about it. this has to be in your top five worst choices made — sleeping with your stalker? seriously?

so, instead, you just nod and lean back in to kiss him again. he seems more confident this time, practically hugging you closer; he’s surprisingly warm. your lips messily mesh against his — you don’t feel any need to impress him, which was … actually pretty nice. if anything, he should be trying to impress you!

he does — as you grind down against his crotch mid-makeout, he wraps an arm under you and flips the both of you. the kiss breaks as you lay back, eyes widening. he leans over you, your legs hooked over his hips. if the lighting was better, you’d see how blown out his pupils were.

charlie presses his lips against yours again, but it’s more like a peck. his lips wander, and he kisses along your cheek in haste as he shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall down besides the couch. you cringe a little as he sucks at the edge of your jaw, a little too close to your ear lobe. you can feel yourself start to grow wet nonetheless. a hefty sigh pushes through your nose at the feeling.

none the wiser, charlie mistakes your sigh for a sound of pleasure and smiles to himself. he can’t even remember the amount of times he’s jacked off to this idea — let alone to the lingering scent you left on your pillows when you weren’t around, the panties you left in your laundry bin, your used washcloth from the shower you had that morning — his pants feel awfully tight now.

“you…” he starts again, his voice a little breathy. “you — you do want this, right?” he asks, an excited undertone to his words. the hands on your waist inch down to the edge of your shirt, and you know he wants to take it off. so, you do it for him — you sit up a little, peel your shirt off, and let it fall by his jacket.

“yeah…” you practically mumble, and you aren’t sure if he’s really listening. he seems to have no shame as he stares at your bra-covered chest. you can’t help but raise your eyebrows. “hello?”

“oh, oh— yeah, yeah. yes?” he shakes his head, gaze flickering between your face and your breasts. his tongue darts out, swiping across his bottom lip, and you bite yours.

you feel his hands reach behind you, and they unclasp your bra. he doesn’t struggle with it as much as you’d expect. well, if you consider all the locks of yours he’s picked, maybe it makes a little more sense. he drops it to the growing pile of clothes.

he leans back on his knees as he looks down. “wow—“ you almost miss it with how quietly he mumbles, and his hands come to cup your breasts.

“hey—“ you distract him, and he looks at you. your hands tug at the bottom of his shirt. “come on.”

“oh, right, right. sorry,” he chuckles, reluctantly removing his hands from your chest to tug his shirt up and over his head. he smiles down at you, and you really notice his crows feet. he presses a kiss to your lips again, and then to your chin; the kisses are quick to trail down your neck, and then the valley between your breasts.

“i’ve waited so long for this—“ he confesses against your skin, as if you don’t know. you inhale softly as his lips stop at the top of your pants. he looks up at you through his lashes; “can i…?”

you nod, and he leans back on his knees. he unbuttons the button of your pants, and unzips them. tugging them down with an underlying desperation, he stares intently at your underwear while he tosses your pants aside. you feel almost insecure at his staring, but before you can comment, he moves.

charlie lowers himself, lower and lower, until he’s face to face with your clothed cunt. his nose, probably unknowingly, presses against your clit and he takes an excessively long inhale.

“charlie.*” you cringe, your hips involuntarily arching in an attempts to get away from his bizarrely embarrassing interest. he pulls back, looking up at you.

“sorry,” he says with a loose smile, and you can tell he doesn’t really know what it was he was even apologizing for. he leans back up to sit on his knees again, his fingers coming under your underwear to tug them down your leg. he shoves them in the back pocket of his pants, and starts to get his barely held together, worn jeans off. he’s a little clumsy, as he tries not to disturb your legs hanging on his hips, but you’re considerate enough to lift them while he shoves his pants down. his boxers look… well, they look. if you weren’t so focused on the tent in them, maybe you’d be a bit more concerned with the state of his underwear.

“so…” he swallows hard, and a hand combs through his slowly drying hair; he feels a little sweat building up in his hairline, and he hasn’t even put it in yet…!! sometimes, he wishes he was even half as ‘smooth’ or… what was that other word? sw-ouve? suave? as dennis… maybe he’ll have to get in his apartment and re-watch some of his sex tapes… but, the angle of them was so…

“i’m, uh, i’m good.” you say, noticing what looks to be charlie spacing out right before having sex with you. you try to not take offence. after all, you’re quite literally positive that he has even less luck in the love department than you.

“oh—“ charlie blinks hard, “yeah? yeah, okay, good. that’s good.” it feels like his heart was gonna jump out of his throat as he tugs his boxers down, but is too lazy to take them off all the way; his cock falls out, erect and already leaking pre-cum. you can’t help but stare at the hairy mess of his crotch.

charlie is staring at yours, too, but for different reasons. he’s looking at your little hole, biting his bottom lip — he really has waited so long for this. the gang was never going to believe this. maybe, after this… you guys can… hang out a little. you know… date!* and you can tell them yourself!! the thought makes his dick twitch. he grasps his length, and angles it so that it presses against your drooling cunt. you feel a spark of arousal zap you at the feeling of his tip against you, but you don’t get to really appreciate the feeling for long before he’s pushing inside you.

a little noise of discomfort hums in your mouth, your lips pressing together firmly; it wasn’t like a terrible rip inside you, but, you usually preferred a little more… prep? charlie stops half way in, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“are you okay?” he asks, voice breathy. you wave a dismissive hand, nodding.

“yeah, yeah— you’re fine, don’t worry,” you assure, and once the initial stretch settles, you finally feel full. even if you masturbated, your fingers couldn’t truly emulate the feeling of an actual cock inside of you. your face heats up as charlie pushes himself the rest of the way inside, and you can hear him let out a little groan.

there’s a pause, assumably to let the both of your adjust for a moment, before charlie is dragging his length against your velvety walls. he doesn’t pull all the way out, leaving most of his tip in before pushing back in; he works up a rhythm, even though it’s a little uncoordinated. he’s panting softly on top of you, and you struggle to hold back soft sounds of pleasure. he catches them, and his hands move from your hips to your hands — he intertwines your fingers, and your eyes widen. he leans over you, and you can’t help but squeeze his hands. he smiles at you, and squeezes back.

this pace lasts for about 30 seconds before his hips buck forward with more passion. he groans, and you can’t help the way your cunt tightens around him; a whine settles in his throat, and he feels too caught up in the feeling of your warm walls around him to realize he should back off before he —

you suddenly feel a thick, gooey substance inside you and your eyes widen. your back arches, and you feel grossly turned on — you just wish it didn’t end… so fast? you open your mouth to say something, but charlie is just as quick to apologize.

“sorry, sorry—“ his voice is even more pitchy than usual, and his hands grip yours like his life depended on it while his hips stay nestled against yours. he seems to struggle every time your walls contract around him. you kind of wished he pulled out, but… oh well? he will in a second, anyways.

to your surprise, he takes in a shaky breath before slowly starting again. a pinch forms between your brows, and a quiet moan gets caught up in your throat. you can hear a light squelching sound from between your legs, and your face burns. you feel hot and a little sweaty, and he looks… well, much worse. you’re surprised he’s even still hard, but… you know he tends to get hard around you most of the time. still, this must have been awfully overstimulating for the guy? the thought that he just wanted to fuck you so bad that he’d continue to, orgasm after orgasm…

one of your hands wiggle out of his grip and snake down your body. your fingers find your clit, and you softly rub it; your tummy tightens and so does your cunt. charlie whimpers on top of you, and he breathes out an i love you. you’re too focused on chasing your own high to fully process his words.

his thrusts start to smooth out a little, rolling his pelvis into yours — there’s still an obvious uncertainty to them, but your fingers speed up against your clit all the same. you pant, and the two of you make eye contact. his cheeks are flared, his lips are red from biting and kissing, his pupils were blown out; in the shitty lighting of your apartment, he looks so good like this. he feels so good inside of you. you can physically feel your distaste for the man melting away each time his cockhead plunges against that spot inside you.

an actual moan escapes you, and he refocuses. he leans does to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, while trying to hit that same spot inside you again. you can hardly kiss him back, jaw slacking — your fingers move furiously against your little button, and your legs cross behind him, desperate to feel him against you. the feeling begins to overwhelm you, and your tummy flips.

it isn’t much longer before that knot inside you snaps, and you cum around him. the pleasure washes through you, and your swear your foot just twitched. the hand that was messing with your clit comes up to push in the hair at the nape of his neck, gripping the strands there; charlie’s hips buck against you at the feeling, and he moans and whimpers into the kiss. he cums for the second time tonight with a whine, and he slows to a stop inside of you.

a few moments pass before he reluctantly pulls back. you look so beautiful like this — under him, panting softly, with parted lips and a notable slump. he had thought about this moment so many nights with his dick between his hand, and none of those scenarios ever compared to this.

charlie pulls his cock out of you, and some of his cum dribbles out of you. he doesn’t really notice, although you feel it. you let go of the hand that still held yours, and you almost cringe at how sweaty it feels.

“… hi,” he practically whispers with a little chuckle — reality was really starting to hit him now, and he can’t help but feel giddy. it makes your heart flutter.

“hi…” the hand at the back of his head comes forward, brushing his hair out of his face. you feel tired and a little spent. reality was hitting you, too, but you feel more weirded out than happy. charlie takes your hand and presses a playful kiss to it, and you realize that you’ve really made a mess of things.

“do you wanna… go to bed?” he suggests, his mind wandering. he imagines himself abandoning frank and coming to live with you. maybe he was just feeling romantic and impulsive, but he thinks he’d probably abandon everything for a chance to be with you.

“i think…” you slowly pull your hand away from him, and start to sit up. “i’m gonna go take a quick shower.”

“oh,” is all he says for a moment, but then he grins. “i’ll see you in bed, then?”

“uh, sure.” you nod, and you can still hear the rain outside. he nods too, and his grin stretches so wide it hurts his cheeks. he gathers up his clothes, putting his boxers back on and starts to head down the hall to your room. you watch him, and your mind wanders, too. you aren’t sure how you can ever hope to even possibly get rid of him, now.

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corvidae-00 · 1 year ago

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Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-

AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm

The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-

----------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed your request and it was too your liking! im still getting back into writing so its a slow process!! let me know what you think!!! thank you so much!!! <3333

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ssoulstar · 1 year ago

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ON THE COURT— 015: WOAH.

His body struggles to move through the crowd of bodies as he makes his way to her, constantly trying to squeeze between people. “Found you!” He chuckles, taking a deep breath from all of the pushing and shoving.

“And you wanted me to dance…” She scoffs playful as the red cup lifts to her lips, Theo’s body leans swiftly over the countertop they both rested against, his forearm grazing against hers.

After a couple of minutes of painful silence his eyes dart to the ping pong table, where their classmates were. “Do you wanna go play?” He nudges her slightly to catch her attention and her head whips to focus on the activity he pointed at.

“Beer pong?” Her voice questioned

“Yeah, it could be fun!” He hoped to god she didn’t reject him, considering how all she’s been doing was sitting and observing everyone at the party

“Hmm, sure why not” Theo sighs in relief when she agrees to the offer with a light shrug and smiles, his hand interlocking with hers (making sure he didn’t touch the still wrapped one from the coffee incident) and leading her through the crowd.

Her body tensed as he gently guides her through the crowded living space, his hand tightening when it was too hard to push through the bodies. The blood rushes to her cheeks and her smile starts to become more prominent.

“Hey, Theo! Was wondering where you were” Keeho, who had just got done missing his turn, swung his arm around Theo in a childish gesture.

“Had to do something first, my bad.”His eyes dart down to the locked fingers between the both of you then goes back up to link with Theo’s nervous eyes “Hm, I see now…:

“Manager” Keeho smiles

“Hey, Kyo!” Y/n fastly waves back with her free hand

“Are you guys here to play?”

“Yeah, thought we could give it a try” Y/n says again and Theo nods.

“Cool, we just finished this round so you guys get next. Y/n, you’re on Sumin’s team. Theo, you’re on mine,” Keeho explains and Y/n quickly unlocks her hand from Theo’s grasp to walk over to the right side of the table.

“Y/n, right?” Sumin points.

“Yeah! You must be Sumin?” She nods from the introduction.

“Yup, glad to meet you! I think we have a class together, no?”

Y/n’s brain racks at the thought of her, at any familiar feeling “Introduction to Philosophy?” She questions back, the lightbulb in her head brimming with inquiry

“Yes! You sit in front of me most of the time!”

“Right, it’s good to see you!” Y/n says back, giggling a little. “These are my friends! They’ll be on our team.” she nods in solidarity as Sumin hands her a ping pong ball.

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keb notes!: BYE IM SORRY FOR SLOW UPDATES LOLLL IM SORRY YOU GUYS HAVE TO WAIT SO LONG FOR CHAPTERS

:( but senior year is NO joke (i’ve been watching one piece instead of working, i made it to timeskip :p) but i promise things will pick up from here 🫡 alsoooo after this i think i wanna make a sequel with riize, smth ab sungchan since i made him bitchless in this smau😭 AND AND AND proud to say that riize and stayc WILL be main characters in this story starting from here on out !!!

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wazabii · 1 year ago

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Haitani Rindou- lovin ain't easy when you were never loved

Rindou, the younger haitani brother. The lesser sibling. The one who's bitchless, and it's not his fault, his brother is just more appealing to women. The sibling, only known as 'Ran's younger brother'.

Rindou haitani, who used to only watch his crush of 3 years, (y/n) Gojo, walking around without a care in the world while stepping on ants. The boy could only hope, hoping that she'll one day look his way.

Rindou who found it unfair that no matter what, he will always be inferior, the second choice compared to his dear older brother.

The younger has always had thoughts.

Sometimes he wishes he was the older brother. Maybe women like that better. Sometimes he wishes he has his brother's carefree personality and words. But no, he just had to have this stubborn, unlovable, stoic attitude. Sometimes he wishes he was standing right next to his brother, not above nor below. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't 'Ran's younger brother' or 'Ran's sibling'. Sometimes he wishes he was never in the haitani family.

He didn't want to be compared with his brother Ran, as much as he adores his older brother, he just wanted to be...... Rindou haitani.

Sometimes he wishes to be.....loved.

Rindo who on the day he found the courage to confess, was so shaky his knees buckled. He was way worse than having to face the blue afro male, Kawata Souya at their brawl. The poor boy came prepared for rejection, ready to leave hear something along the lines of 'i like your brother more' or 'you're brother's more my type'. I mean it would make sense that his brother is more suitable for you. Rindou is only 172 cm (5'8) while (y/n) was 180 cm (5'11). His brother was 183 cm (6'0) which obviously is more comfortable with her height.

He who heard laughing and turned around muttering an apology while getting ready to sprint, basically accepting your mockery, only to be shocked when he was shoved ot your big,soft chest.

It took him a while to comprehend what you said, but once he did it was waterworks. A simple 'of course!' was enough to send him bawling. He wrapped his arms around you with a bone crushing hug while sobbing into your chest.

'Rin is me being your girlfriend making you that happy?' 'You choosing me over my brother makes me the happiest man alive!'

"I promise you will never regret me being your boyfriend! I'll make you the centre of my life and love like no other. I'll do this so you won't have to go through what I did. I might not be the best lover at first but I'll prove that I can do better for you! But do give me time, as after all

Lovin ain't easy when you were never loved '

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silverynight · 2 years ago

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How to ask a cheerleader out

Chapter 1

Katsuki is getting tired of that blond guy with the weird smile; he thinks he's better than everyone else, which is why he's always trying to piss Katsuki off because he's actually the only one who doesn't believe anything that he says.

But he must admit, he's getting on his nerves that morning.

"Just ignore him, Bakubro," Kirishima says, looking a little bit tense, probably because Katsuki is infamous for his explosive personality. Sometimes he wishes he could actually blast things off with his hands; he would have made that presumptuous guy shut up already. "Mina told me one of the cheerleaders (that cute new guy actually) turned him down and that's why he's been like that lately."

"Ha! I knew Monoma couldn't get himself a date!" Kaminari laughs then, but he's loud enough for the guy in question to hear.

"He wasn't even that cute," Monoma comments, getting closer to their table, which is why Katsuki starts cursing Kaminari internally. "Besides, you can't say anything if you're bitchless."

Kaminari grimaces then, but looks down at his bowl instead.

"FUCK OFF!" Katsuki growls; he's not in the mood to tolerate stupid people.

"Blasty!" Monoma grins. "Can't believe you're even more pathetic than your friend there! Because people do seem to find you attractive, but they say you're too intimidating to date. Bet you don't even know how to ask someone out!"

"I'M THE BEST AT EVERYTHING! SO SHUT UP!"

"Don't listen to him, Bakubro."

"You don't have what it takes–"

"You know what? Shitty hair is right, I'm wasting my time here," he seriously needs to start his essay after all, but he's not going to say that because he doesn't want to look like a nerd. "Besides, I don't have time to date anyone."

"What? Are you afraid of getting rejected?"

Katsuki has been trying to control his anger, but sometimes it's really difficult, especially with idiots like Monoma around.

"I bet you can't ask one of the cheerleaders out and take them to the school dance as your date."

"That's enough, Monoma..."

"Don't worry, I'm not making him ask your precious Ashido out. Good for you for landing that one, by the way."

Kirishima narrows his eyes; he always gets upset when someone like Monoma mentions his girlfriend.

"I told you to fuck off! I'm not interested!"

"Seriously? No one? Look, the cheerleaders are just walking in the cafeteria! What about that last one who looks like a nerd?"

Katsuki's heart starts beating in a funny way inside his chest as soon as he sees those green curls; he recognizes those freckles and that laugh, although he must admit, the thick thighs are new... No! Why is his mind going in that direction?

Still, Izuku looks really good in the cheerleader's uniform.

Katsuki has to shake his head and blink a couple of times in order to snap himself out of it. He can feel his own face turning red.

That's his childhood friend. The one he thought he lost, the one he didn't treat that well when they were kids because he used to have a crush on him and didn't know how to handle it back then.

But he does now... right? Although it's not like Katsuki still has a crush on Izuku.

At that moment Izuku starts giggling at something one of his friends says and his cheeks turn slightly pink; Katsuki's heart becomes louder, almost like it's trying to tell him something.

Alright, maybe he still does.

"So you ask him out, go on a couple of dates with him and then you can break up with him after the dance."

"No. I'm not going to do that."

"You're no fun!" Monoma sighs dramatically. "I'll have to ask someone else instead..."

"No, I'll do it!"

"That's not manly, Bakubro!"

Katsuki ignores his outraged and annoying friends in order to shake that idiot boy's hand.

"But you'll have to do things for me and my friends for a month and shut your stupid mouth up."

"If I lose, Blasty." Monoma grins. "And if you do, you'll stop talking to the cute cheerleader."

Katsuki hesitates, but just for a second.

"Are you afraid to lose?"

"I always win."

"We'll see."

***

"Don't do this, Bakubro! Why would you break the poor guy's heart just for a bet?"

"Kiri is right. Besides, I know you're a jerk sometimes, but I thought you weren't that kind of a jerk," Kaminari pouts, looking from his bowl to Katsuki.

"I'm not going to break anyone's heart!" Katsuki has to lower his voice because they're still in the cafeteria. The mere thought of hurting Izuku (more than he did when they were kids) makes Katsuki feel physically ill.

No, he's going to take care of him this time. And maybe also make Izuku fall in love with him.

Just like he is already... Alright, perhaps Katsuki doesn't have just a crush on Izuku after all.

But he can't handle it this time; he's not going to panic or get overwhelmed by his own feelings.

"You're going to break up with him!"

"No," he almost growls, but the thought hurts him, even though he's not dating Izuku yet. "The idiot guy said I could, but I'm not going to."

"So you'll date someone you don't like?" Kaminari cuts in, confused. Kirishima looks seriously worried about the whole thing.

"Who says I don't like Izuku?"

"Izuku? That's the cheerleader's name? Wait... How do you know that?"

Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep breath and then proceeds to tell his friends about Midoriya Izuku.

He doesn't like the fact that Kirishima looks even more concerned now.

"Of course I'll... ask for forgiveness first. I'll try to make it up to him."

"You must know that this could go very wrong. Bakubro, you should tell him the truth."

"That I made a bet about him? Yeah, way to earn his trust back!" Katsuki hisses, although he can clearly see Kirishima's point. He didn't want to do it at first, but he wasn't going to let Monoma go to someone else. Someone who could break Izuku's heart. "I told you, I'm not going to break up with him. I'm going to win the bet and stay with Izuku because I... really like him."

He loves him.

"So it's a win-win situation, right?" Kaminari relaxes immediately. "That sounds pretty good actually."

"The fact that Kamibro thinks this a good idea should tell you something," Kirishima says, almost desperate. "No offense, Kaminari!"

"Nothing bad is going to happen!" Katsuki growls before heading towards Izuku's table. On his way there he sees Ashido walking towards the opposite direction, probably to see her boyfriend.

"Where are you going, Blasty?"

Katsuki ignores her, because he's too nervous to say anything.

However, everything seems to fall into place as soon as those green eyes meet his. Oh, he's missed him so much.

He's not going to let him go this time.

"Kacchan?" Izuku jumps from his seat, before taking a few steps towards him. "It's been a while!"

"De-Izuku... Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course!" He beams, like nothing happened, like Katsuki was never a jerk towards him, like he never ignored him when they were kids.

A girl with brown hair glares at Katsuki before asking Izuku if he's alright.

"Yes, don't worry, Uraraka! I'll be right back!"

They get out of the cafeteria and walk around for a bit. Katsuki is nervous and it doesn't help that Izuku looks absolutely stunning in that cheerleader uniform.

"Listen, Izuku... I wanted to apologize for what happened years ago..."

"We were kids."

"That still doesn't make it, right," Katsuki argues, looking from Izuku's eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry. I truly am. It's okay if you don't want to forgive me, you don't have to, I just wanted to let you know I feel bad about what happened and I'll try to make things right if you let me–"

Izuku pulls him into his arms, prompting Katsuki to relax into the embrace almost immediately.

"I forgave you a while ago."

"Of course you did, nerd," Katsuki rolls his eyes, feeling like he doesn't deserve any of it. He forgets about everything else for a moment; he's just so glad to have seen him again.

"Let's start again, what do you think, Kacchan?"

"That's a great idea," Katsuki nods, smiling in a way he knows it makes him look like a besotted idiot, but he doesn't care because being with Izuku feels so right.

Like he never stopped seeing him, like he still knows him completely.

Everything is going to be fine.

Right?

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dykebeyondthebinary · 2 years ago

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You reblogged a post that was like "I want stories in my askbox" among other things, so let me tell you a wild story about fifth (ages 10-11) grade in the USA.

So, context. I'm going to call my school Smallcock elementary. Smallcock was overcrowded, so the 5th graders were put in trailers on the field. There were four 5th grade teachers: Ms. Weirdname, Mr. Gayvoice, Ms. Pokemon, and my least favorite (and my homeroom) Ms. Aloof. In Ms. Aloof's class, there was also a student teacher who I'll call Ms. Bitch. Ms. Bitch hated me, and did this thing where she obviously favored the neurodivergent kids and made it very obvious who they were, which made the rest of us resent them because she wasn't very nice to us. Ms. Bitch did shit like take away my books if they were "too hard" (the ones I remember were Animal Farm and The Hunger Games, both of which my parents were fine with me reading) and would be very loud about giving the neurodivergent kids calculators on tests. This led to there being two groups in the class: the "smart kids" (gifted kids + neurotypicals) and the "dumb kids" (everyone else). The smart kids extended their reach to other classes, and liked to show their smartness with maturity, like using musically constantly, ditching class, and dating. Enter the Smallcock Elementary cheating scandal.

So, it all started with the head of the smart kids who I'll call Kate. Kate was dating Jack, and had started early in the year. Everyone thought Kate was super cool and mature. In like November, Nate and Izzy started dating. Note that all of these kids except Jack were in Ms. Aloof's class. In around January, Vivian came out as a lesbian again and asked Kate out. Kate rejected her, but it kind of sparked an idea in her head. She started talking to me and her bestie, Anne, about what would happen if you dated more than one person, and me and Anne were like no. Cheating bad.

And then Anne got together with Leo, but a guy called Brent who was notoriously unpopular told Leo that Anne was cheating on him with Vivian, so Leo decided to pick up another girl. He settled on Ava, a nice girl from Ms. Weirdname's class who had no way of knowing what was happening- especially since it was her first year at the school. Leo told Nate and Jack about this, and Nate told Anne, dumped Izzy, and asked Anne out. Anne told Ella from Ms. Weirdname's class, who then tried to set me up with Brent by telling me he had a crush on me. But Brent was one of the "dumb kids" so while I made an effort to be nicer to him, I never asked him out. He never asked me out, either. That is the end of my involvement in the story.

But Anne didn't dump Leo. She told Kate, and Kate took it as the all clear to ask out Zed. Zed and Kate lasted all of two weeks before Kate started feeling guilty, so she dumped him. Zed was sad and Izzy made him feel better, so he asked her out. The two were relatively stable for the rest of the year and were basically friends who called each other girlfriend and boyfriend. But Zed complained to Nate and Leo. Nate was close friends with Jack, and told him. Jack got really upset and wanted to be seen holding hands with a girl just to show Kate what it was like, and somehow settled on Vivian. Kate blew up at Jack and said that she was only doing it to gauge whether or not he was a piece of crap for his secret admirer. The "secret admirer" was supposedly Hilda, who was a known boy hater. Hilda denied this vehemently. Either way, Jack apologized and he and Kate stayed together for the rest of 5th grade.

This mess led Kate to talk to Anne about dumping Leo, since she suddenly cared about faithfulness. Anne was like ??? This was your idea bestie, but then Hilda spilled the tea to Ava, who immediately dumped Leo and stopped dating. Anne then realized it would be very funny if Leo was completely bitchless, so she dumped him. Leo was pissed and asked out Izzy, who said no. Leo didn't get any more girls.

But remember Ms. Bitch? Yeah, she's suddenly relevant. She pulled aside Leo and Kate and told them to each take out a student of her choice or she'd make sure they didn't go to middle school the next year. Her choices were the girl who still openly picked her nose and chewed on her toenails during class, and the boy who probably should've been in a special needs class with how disruptive he was. Leo sucked it up, the two were a thing for a week, and then the girl's parents were like no. Y'all are too young to date. And that was the end. Meanwhile, Kate couldn't make herself do it and insisted she was being faithful to Jack. Kate ended up having to write an apology to the guy, but was let off the hook. Like two weeks later, I swore Ms. Bitch out, and we were promoted. Fuck her.

Moral of the story: you can know you're gay in elementary school but goddamn do not date during that period

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saladbroth · 3 years ago

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out of all the pathetic little men (affectionate) in kinnporsche, tawan is somehow the most pathetic of all (derogatory)

mans really had his death faked, did a whole haunting his ex's new boyfriend act, badly cut all his shirts to show his tits and drank his half empty glasses of warm milk like the loser he is only for his ex to be like lol nah i have a boyfriend and then the guy he thinks is his future husband basically all but calls him a stupid bitch for kidnapping his ex's new boyfriend's little brother, shoots him and runs off, not giving a shit about his survival. like.

what a slimey little rat of a man, truly, but I gotta respect his grind he just kept getting more pathetic as it went on

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hoejosatoru · 2 years ago

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Got Game?

Ranking of Tokyo Revengers men based on how much game they have. Basically does your fave has rizz or nah.

20. Kisaki

Kisaki is dead fucking last I’m sorry. I really can’t picture him being flirty at all. He kinda has bitchless vibes, which is maybe why he is so trifling.

19. Hakkai

Bro is just too shy. He really struggles to talk to girls, especially the ones he is attracted to. The only reason he is not dead last is because I think it could unintentionally work in his favor in some cases. Like some people may find it cute, but he is not really doing it purposefully, so it doesn’t really count as having game.

18. Takemitchy

He is just a tad awkward. I think he would try to approach girls to impress his friends but then when he’s actually there in front of you he doesn’t know what to say. I think he could work his way into someone’s heart over time, but does not have a lot fo success trying to pick up someone he just met

17. Shinichiro

Pains me to put him so low but he has canonically been rejected like 20 times sooo. He definitely gets better over time. I think his problem would be he’s not good with his openers (I could see him doing corny pick up lines half ironically), so some people don’t even give him a chance. But if they do, he can be pretty endearing and end up getting numbers. But does strike out quite a bit.

16. Kazutora

Kinda shy and similar to Hakkai in that talking to people he finds attractive would make him super nervous. However, Tora is a sneaky, smart dude. I think he would be aware that his (let’s be honest femboy lmao) look can really work in his favor. If he finds someone who is into that, he does pretty well, but if not he doesn't alway get them

15. Taiju

He’s low just because he comes off super intimidating. People will avoid him or get nervous around him in a bar or wherever, so he isn’t always able to strike up convo. I feel like he is not self aware enough to know if he toned it down a little he’d have better luck. Definitely gets a decent amount of pussy, though, because the size kink girlies love him.

14. Sanzu

He also loses points for being intimidating. Not for his size, but he just has an unnerving aura about him at time. He is fearless, though, and will walk up to anyone he thinks is hot and is not deterred until he finds someone who is into him. His confidence definitely is what helps him get laid.

13. Koko

He flirts by being mean, which sometimes works really well and sometimes it does not at all. He’s like 50/50 on success rate.

12. Takeomi

Another guy who is like 50/50 on success. I think he likes to play into the older guy thing, which, when he finds the right person, works super well for him. However he is definitely been called a creep on occasion lol.

11. Izana

Definitely another one who can intimidate people off the bat. He is a lot smoother with his words and can easily talk your walls down if you were nervous about him at first.

10. Mikey

He’s such a flirt oml. He will flirt with people just for fun and the attention. Does pretty well though like if he intends to hook up with someone he almost always can. Only turned down on occasion and it’s usually because they see him flirting with everyone

9. Chifuyu

Chifu is really good at charming people. Also very fun with he is flirting, but is better at directing it than Mikey. He’s the guy you don’t expect much from when he approaches you but by the end of the conversation you’re asking him for his number.

8. Kakucho

He is the shyest guy this far up because I do think he’s nervous around people he’s attracted to. However, he’s so sweet and genuine that it works in his favor almost all the time (plus being fine as hell doesn’t hurt). He’s good at making a joke at how nervous he is, which breaks the tension for both of you.

7. Baji

He also flirts by being a little mean but he is better at it than Koko. He knows how to work up to it and make it like fun banter. He’s very bold and can come on too strong for some, but for the most part he is getting laid as much as he wants.

6. Rindou

He’s really laidback with flirting. I feel like he is the type to buy someone a drink from across the bar and like get you to approach him. Not because he’s shy but because he likes the power trip. Sometimes it doesn’t work but when it does, he almost always goes home with that person that night.

5. Mitsuya

He’s so fucking smooth but in a subtle, natural way. He’s super genuine and is the best at making whoever he’s flirting with feel comfortable. He is a great conversationalist, so there are never any awkward silences. He’s the type of flirt that you don’t even realize he’s flirting with you. Not because he’s bad at it but because he’s so good.

4. Hanma

Hanma has cornered the market on crazy bitches. He knows his brand and the type of people who go for that and can sniff ‘em out anywhere. Because of that he has a super good success rate. He can come on a little strong at times and sometimes has crazy vibes (because look at him), but again he goes for people how are into that so it usually doesn’t hinder him.

3. Draken

Draken is such a good flirt oml. Similar to Mitsuya in that he doesn’t come on strong and it feels like that’s just his natural personality. He is not shy at ALL like if he thinks someone is hot he’ll find a way to approach them. But also makes it seem super nonchalant??? He definitely likes to use teasing a little bit. Not a softie at all (at least not right off the bat). He can come off a little gruff, which on occasion works against him. HOWEVER, most times if he’s chatting up someone he’s into he knows how to work it in his favor.

2. Wakasa

Just look at him. That should tell you why he is number 2. But fr he is super confident and sooo good at the approach. He also likes to play a little hard to get, but knows how to execute it perfectly. Has never struck out once. It’s a gift.

1.Ran

Again, just fucking look at him bro. Could charm the skin off a snake. It’s so easy for him. He’s interesting because I think he could easily come off as sleazy or laying it on too thick but somehow never does?? He’s so good at getting even the most sus people to put their guard down. Will have you blushing and giggling and handing over your number before you even know its happening.

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