#and LITERALLY told me not to be a crybaby when I said

[bundlebrent]

Since my boss refuses to let me take the time to go through my incredibly long to do list and get it sorted while I’m at work I’m jump starting on it rn and charging him for the time cuz if he does what he did yesterday I’ll rip half my hair out and break something

[mitsua]

DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?

synopsis: a yandere who is a crybaby tries his best to maintain you now that you were kidnapped by him, but the moment he arrives home from work you notice his eyebags, and when he hears you call for him the first time, his whole self crumbles infront of you. (4.3k) warnings: love obsession, kidnapping, anxiety, depression, anger issues, self-harm, overworking, cursing, overthinking reader's gn a/n: literally my desired type of yandere... let me know what you think about it, i love reading your opinions!

he has kidnapped you weeks ago now, and ever since then, you have not spoke for the life of you. he even tried hearing anything you might get to say when you're all alone through the cameras he had installed for your arrival at his home, but to no avail—you haven't said anything.

he knew you might be struggling—he knew you would since the beginning—he knew you would take your time to get accostumed to this new and strange life with him, but had hopelessly thought it would be quicker and softer than whatever it's happening right now.

he knew you liked to talk yourself out whenever you were alone (or thought you were), so he didn't get it how were you standing so strong on your need to not say a word.

whenever he asks if you are hungry? if you're thirsty? cold? bored? you just look at him with those dull eyes of you, which of course had given him chills on more than one ocasion now, and he doesn't like that either—but what else can he do? he's in the edge of collapsing.

he's done everything he can to finish off work as quick as possible and try to spend more time by your side and see if something could change, expecting a miracle to happen so you'd be in a better mood and maybe finally telling him a simple yes or no when he asks if its ok to cuddle that night with you. he'd end up doing it whatever you say though—but maybe, just maybe, if you do use your voice to tell him not—he'd obey. he's got that desperate nowadays.

you got him going crazy, mind spiralling so much these days he can't focus on anything but trying to remember your voice and searching—thinking of anything that might get you to talk to him.

he's begged, he feels miserable admitting it, but he's gotten on his knees and pleaded you to voice at least one of your thoughts, to insult him or tell him how angry you feel with him—but none of that ever comes. he's left in tears, facing the floor with bruised fists of so much hitting the ground in desperation.

did you know what you were doing to him? he always thought you did, because if you didn't, you wouldn't deprive yourself so much in the sake of seeing him suffer—would you? he really hopes not, he already thinks you hate him enough but not to that extent.

weeks had turned into months and he's gotten promoted on his job to a higher rank without knowing why 'cause he's been more scattered than usual—whatever, now he's gotten a higher salary, he planned on spoiling you even more. he doesn't plan on hurting you to talk to him, no no, it's the other way around—he plans on making you the happiest ever to get to see you recover to your normal self—to smile at him.

however, as this new rank had its perks, it had its drawbacks as well. he wouldn't spend much time with you anymore and that got him thinking twice about signing the papers—but as his more depressed voice on his mind told him—if you aren't talking to him now, maybe if you miss him enough you'll do, and when he goes back home with lots of presents for you, you'll change your mind about this silent treatment nightmare.

yeah. he'd take the offer.

he didn't expect the work to be as insufferable as it has come to be, he's gotta deal with lots of clients a day while going in and out of meetings with some superiors while teaching juniors how to start with the business. to say he's going even crazier would be an understatement—he's losing his sanity.

however, something peculiar about him is that he doesn't like lashing out with the first person who makes him snap, no, he's a sensible man—a crybaby. he doesn't scream his lungs out when things aren't going his way, he doesn't grab by the collar a stupid costumer nor does he slap the shit out of those who take advantage of him because of this same reasons—he just cries, cries and hurts himself as he punches the walls that protect his dignity even by being all alone and letting all his feelings flow along his tears.

so he arrives home one of this tiring and stressing days—expecting you to be locked on your shared room, hugging your knees as close as possible to do not meet him in the eye—he expected everything to be as quiet, as cold and as dark as a cave.

he's been dealing all by himself the tasks of taking care of yourself, he's prepared some meals and had ordered take out every now and then as well, he's bought you some clothing and let you choose yourself via app to order some more or even things for hobbies he knew you had before taking you captive.

he knew the routine by now, and thinking about repeating it all over again day and day didn't bother him at all as long as he had you much than now.

he's wearing himself out for some dream he knew wasn't bound to happen until you'd let it—until you love him. until you love him too.

he was pretty confident on himself before kidnapping you it'd come to happen one day or another, but having been as long as it has already been, he's not sure anymore.

you weren't showing any signs of letting your guard down, of trusting him even a bit, nothing—you just looked so empty.

or that's what he thought at least.

when he'd first taken you from away from your life you were scared, angry, anxious and mostly, sad. you couldn't comprehend your thoughts as your mind raced miles per minute with everything that was happening at once.

there was this man who had come up with you and messily but sort of sweetly confessed his love to you, a very intense one as he let see. the next second—as you told him you didn't know him so you politely rejected his feelings—he was on you putting a cloth on your mouth and nose.

when you woke up, you were on a place you had never seen and the same man appeared and gave you a welcome—with a sheepish smile and looking like a teenager in love—told you to feel comfortable around here and to not be afraid to ask for anything, that he'd provide all your needs in the blink of an eye.

you were incredulous, you couldn't believe he was so devoted to you as to know each and every one of your likings, dislikes, hobbies, prefered music, everything. maybe he even knew you better than you knew yourself—it scared you.

how were you expected to respond to all that love bombing? you were scared and sad when he'd explained you wouldn't leave the house ever again, or atleast until he deemed it possible, as he still thought you would try to escape from him—and of course you agreed on your mind.

but you were that afraid of anything he might do that your body wouldn't obey you. you wanted to scream so loud but the only thing that ever came out were tears of frustration—tears holding the deep feelings you were holding from not talking for so long with someone else—even when he's been a "gentleman" and asked you to talk to him so many times.

you just wouldn't budge, sometimes because of the anger, some others because of fear and mostly nowadays because you were giving up your life altogether.

no one has come here, to wherever this house was. when he's turned on the tv there were no reports on missing people, you didn't have your phone either so you got no messages from family members or friends asking where were you or if you were ok, you missed all of that and wish you could matter some more to all of them to have already found you. but they hadn't—they weren't really looking that deep on anything for time to have passed so slow yet so fast that it'd already been half a year and there was nothing from them.

no one cared about you—or so you thought until you saw him one day arriving to the house looking so tired, with eyebags so marked and sluggish steps going straight to the bedroom to leave his suitcase and greet you as usual with the same sheepish smile and a kiss on your forehead. you thought no one cared about you—but as he then dragged his tired body to the kitchen to get started on making your favorite dish for the nth time on the month, you weren't so sure anymore.

you were starting to trust a little bit on him, but reprimanded yourself so hard on your mind that you were left exhausted mentally everyday with your dilemma.

you needed to distract yourself, you couldn't bear that all the things you were bottling up on your throat before they could even taste the tip of your tongue would always swirl around your mind and dreams to get turned on nightmares being awake or not so often now.

so you got up from the bed one day and took tiny and doubtfull steps to the kitchen after your kidnapper had left for work—not without giving you your forehead kiss of course.

upon arriving to your today's destiny, you put on the apron he's showed many times before to you telling you he bought specially for you for when you're on the mood of joining him to help on preparing the food for the day.

a smile crossed your features without knowing. it had a design of your favorite animal on a cartoonish style printed cutely on it.

you got a look around the shelfs and the refrigerator to mentally make a list about possible recipes you could get done with everything there is.

before living whatever the hell this all has been you see—even if you weren't so doted on it—you liked cooking. trying out recipes only you could mix up and to your contentment, the majority of your dishes would end up being to your family's and friends' liking.

you got absorbed on making a specific dish that your bad thoughts were all forgotten and replaced by the thought of seeing your plate finished and the smile of your captor when seeing it.

how would he react? would he be angry? suspicious of your sudden actions? there's no poison around here so there would be no need for him to worry about anything like that though...

you admitted you would feel a bit sad if he were to talk badly about your cooking skills, but still were adamant on trying to get it done, so persevered and as the clock hit the time he was supposed to get out of work as he's told you weeks ago for his new rank, you had plated two sets of your soup and main dish along a mini dessert at the sides.

you felt anxious—your stomach wasn't as hungry as you thought when you smelled the soup cooking up minutes ago, no—you were nervous.

as some time passed and the clock hit the next hour, you decided to take a shower to hopefully get the warm water to calm your racing heart and wild butterflies in your belly.

you put on some of the clothes you've chosen and accesories he's bought you that made you feel comfortable to turn on the tv and continue watching a movie.

however, you kept glancing the clock every five minutes approximately and grew even more anxious and disappointed when it had passed two hours since he was supposed to arrive.

he's has never begged so hard for earth to just swallow him up so many times before in a day but here he was. his boss had left on unannounced vacations for a whole month and dumped all his responsibilities on him while a new course had opened for recently graduated juniors to get experience on the area, and just when he thought it couldn't get worse—an important partner of the company had demanded a meeting with the same person missing for some stupid vacation on miami now of all times.

everytime he turned around at any room there would be a new person or a colleague asking him for favors, questions he's felt he's answered hundreds of times already, to sign so many papers he's not sure he's really doing his best to keep his signature the same 'cause his hand hurts so much. his feet are aching and his headache is doing nothing but making the day feel endless.

he wants to arrive home already—he wants to go with you even if you'd just look at your arms or knees instead of him—he's one hundred percent sure that'd be better than all this chaos.

he hadn't had the time to check out on you now that he thinks about it. but just as that thought occurs, another phone rings and he has to sit on a new chat with an angry client, slowly getting so overwhelmed with it that he forgets about checking the app on his phone that had become a salvation for moments like this—where he sees your every movement around his house, even if its not that much.

and just as he had thought—the workload wouldn't let him go rest at his designated time, no, it would prolong until two more hours later of suffering. he wanted to cry so bad now.

when the last colleague had left and the company's lights finally turned off, he almost felt his soul leave his body from relief.

he tried his best to grab his things and return home as quick as possible, but his swollen feet from all the walking around offices, dizzy mind and buzzing ears made it an impossible task. he stumbled upon every stone on his path to his car, almost crashed it and could be seen sleeping on every red light.

he wanted to be with you right on that instant so badly he swore he could die happily even if that was the last thing he did.

as he parked his car and as carefully and silently as he could opened the front door to do not wake you—he let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding all the way until here, closing his arms and trying to stretch his legs for the muscles to relax now that he's in a safe space.

when he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the turned on tv with the netflix warning reading "are you still watching?" for when a show had ended but no movement was made after some minutes. then, his eyes instantely fell on the back of your head resting on the couch of the living room. he took more steps in in the way of your bedroom to leave his suitcase as always—but the scene before it left him astonished.

the table was set up—cutlery placed neatly and deliciously looking food put on the bowls and plain dishes it made his mouth water almost instantly, but most importantly, his heart started beating fast and his cheeks reddened. soon, his eyes let out all his frustrations from the day into salty tears and broken sobs came from his dry throat and deeply overwhelmed mind and heart.

you had prepared it. you prepared all this for the two of you. the set for the other person accross the table was untouched which meant you hadn't eaten either. you were waiting for him too—you waited for him. to eat dinner—to eat dinner together.

he felt like he died and reborn once more. he wasn't taking it easy and dropped his suitcase without thinking the noise would startle you. his hands going straight to his eyes to stop his with his waterfalls and choke down his sobs.

you woke up startled by the noise of... him crying? oh no, he'd arrived and you've fallen asleep! he's already seen the surprise but maybe he hadn't like it? you felt terrible, your stomach dropping upon seeing him desperately rubbing his eyes and crumbling on the dining room's floor.

you got up and came behind him, taking into account that because of his loud crying he hadnt' noticed you. you got worried for him—just as you got worried all those times ago when he'd cry and beg for you to talk and look at him—you didn't like seeing him cry, but he wouldn't stop.

so you spoke.

"hey," something as simple as that but you did it. something you hadn't done for the almost seven months you've been trapped with someone you barely knew but had told you he'd fallen deeply in love with you—with someone who'd spent everyday since then showing you—his in fact—endless love for you.

he stopped his crying immediately, shoulders tensing and mind short-circuiting. did you just—did you just talk to him?

"i-i'm sorry if it's not of your liking, i-i just-i just thought about making dinner but never really asked for permission-i'm-i'm so sorry"—you rambled, now that you started speaking you couldn't really stop yourself anymore.

your mind now freely spoke everything it came to it, forgetting about the overthinking you did about the right moments or right words—you just did it.

he wasn't really reacting. how could he? he didn't know what to do or say—many things he's dreamed of had happened in the spawn of five minutes since he's arrived.

he turned slowly to face you, the light hitting him from the back didn't let his swollen red eyes and runny nose from all the crying be seen easily—but you could see his form shivering—he's holding his tears back now. just as you got surprised by the sudden recover of your voice, he also was.

so you spoke up again, but this time with your actions.

you took some steps closer to him—coming face to face with his chest as he was a lot taller than you—and wrapped your arms around him.

you were doing anything before thinking further on it, really. he started crying even harder this time. almost making you retract yourself but you didn't—you didn't want to let go.

he's proved you he would mantain you—he's given you some kind of freedom under his roof and brought you so many things that on your previous lifestyle you could only dream of. he's talked for the two of you all this time you were deprived of it—even if he felt bad about it—he never hurt you or said bad things to you. he encouraged you to, he really demonstrated he did all of what he did because of love.

and you've fallen for it.

now that he had everything he's asked for he couldn't react as he thought he would. he thought that whenever it was that you would hug him first, he'd instantely reciprocate the affection and drown you whole on it. he'd smother you with tons of kisses and tell you so many cheesy lines even he'd feel grossed out from them, but he wouldn't care 'cause you wouldn't care either, you'd be happy—happy together.

after some minutes of you holding him together on your arms as he sobbed out uncomprehensible lines and looked at you through blurry eyes, you ended the hug and unconsciously moved your hands to take place on both of his cheeks so sweetly—so carefully as he if he's made of porcelain—and stared into his eyes so deeply his knees got weak, your eyes were full of love—they were screaming it—he could hear it.

you've fallen for him—you've really done it.

you looked from his wide-puppy-like eyes to his lips as if asking permission for sealing this silent promise of eternal love you've sentenced upon the two of you since you hugged him.

he nodded his head a little and sucked in a breath as if preparing for what's to come. you reached closer—neither closing your eyes just yet until you connected your lips with his.

it felt as if the world stopped for seconds—it felt right—so damn right. he finally got rid of his frozen posture and placed one of his hands on behind your head and the other on your hips to pull you closer, while you focused on laying all your emotions for him on that kiss—that special and never-forgettable moment you'd just share.

you lasted some seconds more until he pulled away to look at you in the eye, look at you already looking at him—not like all those times in the past when he'd have to search for your eyes—you shared the same warmth as he's shared for you all this time until now, for him.

"i love you so much," his mouth let out, reciting it out in the open once again as he's done for so many nights on the past even if you didn't tell him anything.

but to his surprise, today you'd decided to reciprocate it. "i love you too."

four words, eleven vocal tones united to form four words that all come together meaning such a common yet powerful feeling humans feel for another—another human or thing, moment or memory—this being confessed only when seem proper, mostly when two people mean it, not without a risk of course—risk of losing it all but said with the confidence of it not happening. said with the hope it won't—hoping this love would flourish into something deeper and comfortable in many forms, the forms of a house, a family—an eternity together.

four words that made him remember why he's loved you so much and felt all his time spent on you was worth every single second.

"i'm so happy with you, i-i love you," he repeated, this time taking your hands on his bigger ones, and his smile so big that his teeth were showing and eyes almost closing resembling that of a child getting the latest toy they wanted.

you squeezed softly and started to walk without letting go, to the table—only doing so when you went to take out the chair for him to have a seat and gently indicating him so, picking up the cold plates and going to warm them up in the microwave.

he's eyes never left your form—just as when he'd watch you while doing paperwork through the cameras—he was and would always be infatuated with you. he felt so blessed in that moment and thanked whatever came to his mind for what was happening.

as much as he'd like to help you out right now—he just felt so tired and so enraptured with your movements that he stayed still until you returned with the food and placed it down again on its place, smiling softly at him and taking a seat too.

he took the first bite, already thinking it would taste delicious if it came from you, savoring it he noticed how wrong he was—it tasted heavenly. his face relaxed and he started eating faster, devoring everything as his now more than empty stomach begged for some food after the long hours he's spent without eating.

you took it as a good sign and felt relieved—finally digging in—you both finished fairly quickly and as you were about to wash the dishes, he came behind you saying, "let me get those done, you've already cooked for the both of us, it's the least i can do."

"no, you've just come from working, and if i decided to cook then i'm in charge of cleaning them too." you defended, taking the gloves and almost putting them on before he negotiated, "then what about doing them tomorrow, i'm so tired right now i'd like to just hug you all night." he smirked after seeing you ponder for a bit, he got you.

"fine... i'll-i''ll wake up early to clean them before you even think of doing so!" you claimed, taking off the gloves and tangling your arm around his, both of you walking to the bedroom.

"i'll undo the bed, you can go change," you offered, going up to it and starting to place the decorative pillows on the armchair next to the desk in the bedroom—where he'd often spend restless nights firstly figuring out his plan to get you, and when he'd gotten you—nights planning out how to get you to fall for him, now he's watching you place those pillows yourself, undoing the bed and taking place on it as if you were already a married couple.

he changed to his pajamas carelessly, tossing his uniform on his wardrobe and shoes long-forgotten somewhere on the carpeted floor of the dressing room that covered the whole bedroom as well.

he then let himself fall on the bed, arms looking out immediately for your body and wrapped gently yet tightly around you, taking a deep breath on the side of your neck and letting all his worries vanish from his mind by having you all to himself like this.

"good night," you whispered, hands going to play with his hair and caressing it softly as if petting a cat, he felt like he'd most definitely end up purring too.

"good night, my love."

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[gojocumdumpster]

“Do you ever listen?”

ft- baki hanma

Type of story: 🔥

Warnings: brat tamer, hair pulling, spanking, fingering, cumming, “yes sir” SEX

Hey yall back with another banger I can’t write smut for SHIT bro.

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“Cmon I don’t have all day, we been in this store for hours.”

Baki decided to treat you out for dinner and a trip at the mall, because why not? But knowing you. Y’all were gonna be in there for HOURS. From section to section you were looking in clothes that you didn’t like. Poor baki was just sitting down with bags filling up his arm watching your every move. He had enough, all the time you would chanter “Babe come look!” “Do you think this looks good on me?” and all baki would say is “I’m not buying it for you.” Clearly you didn’t listen you promised him this was the last store after he told you repeatedly he’s not getting you shit from here. “Babe please! This is the last store I promise!!” He kept falling for your little tricks but this time he wasnt gonna let it slide. “No.” he got up signaling you it’s time to wrap it up.

“No..? I literally said 1 more-“ he cut you off saying “1 more store? Y/n we’ve been to so many 1 more stores, I told you i’m not buying you shit from here.” mocking you. You weren’t going down that easy, you crossed your arms “I said this was the last store the final one. I just wanted a pair of red bottoms? It’s not even that expensive and it’s 50% off, so it’s like $150..” you protest. “Stop trying to get your way and get your bratty ass here now. You can get the pair another day.” You shake your head, not moving one inch, standing right next to the collections of red bottoms. “So it’s like that now?” Raising his eyebrows, “I guess it is” talking back. “Alright don’t say shit when you find your stuff missing.” he turns his heel and walks out the store with the bags in his hand. He wasn’t putting up with your attitude, not today.

You roll your eyes as you watch him pass the store walking to the exit, he beats you to the car waiting in his black customized hellcat. You stomp all the way to the car as he watches you from the rear mirror, you hop in as you slam the door. “Don’t slam my fucking doors.” he glares. “I slam whatever I wanna slam” you turn your head avoiding contact . “Where’s my bags at? Why aren’t they in the backseat.” you look back. “Don’t worry about it, I told you don’t say shit when you find them missing.” You repeatedly kicked your feet whining like toddler. Arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes getting watery. “Fuckin’ crybaby” he chuckles driving home. He thought it was gonna be a peaceful drive home with music playing in the background, but of course you had to open those plump glossy lips blabbering why you think you deserve those things you got and other stuff.

All baki did was turn the music up to mute your whining, bobbing his head to the music like you don’t even exist. He turnt the music down only saying “Just wait till we get home.” He pulled into the apartment garage building, not even fully stopping when he was about to put the car in park you opened the car door and walk out with your purse and phone slamming the door. You stormed off speed walking to the elevator, you make it to your bedroom slamming it behind you laying down on your bed. A couple minutes later baki walks in, he quickly walks to the bedroom opening the door and closing it. “Get up.” he demands. You stay put only turning your head to the side before you turn your head back continuing on what you were doing. “If I have to count to 3 y/n.

Stop fucking playing with me.” you ignore him only scrolling away on tiktok. “1..” he starts taking his shoes off leaving his socks on. “2..” you sigh still looking at your phone. “I’m giving you a chance to get up but you ain’t taking the chance.” he says. “3..” he walks to your side of the bed, tossing your phone across the room and grabbing your wrists. “It’s really not that hard to listen isn’t it?” he sits on the bed pulling you across his lap.” “Baki stop!” whines heard from left to right, he holds your hands behind your back as he pulls your shorts down revealing those expensive pink laced panties. “Fuck..look at that, so nice and plump for me” he slaps the plump flesh causing you to whimper. “You like that don’t you?” he chuckles at you shaking your head no.

After the 10 spanks he proceeds to take your panties off, releasing the hand he was gripping your hands with. He massages the red plush as you grunt from the pain, eyes getting watery and lips swollen from you biting to hard. “Look at how wet you are, so slutty.” he spreads your cheeks revealing your dripping pussy. You whine in embarrassment trying to cover it with your hands “S-stop baki..” you whine. He pushes your hands away slapping your ass as a sign to stop, he gets his middle finger rubbing your wet slit with one hand still spreading one of your cheeks. “Mmph!” you squirm as he slowly inserts his finger in your tight hole. He hisses at the tightness as he he starts moving slowly, “Enjoying yourself to fast huh.” he grunts. He inserts his ring finger causing a slight burn, he starts at a medium pace and then fast. You start squirming from the pleasure trying to get away. “Stop fucking running and take it, don’t know how your suppose to take this dick if you can’t even take 2 fingers”.

“Baki please! I- can’t fuck-!” you feel your orgasm build up already. Baki always thought it was funny on how you finish so quickly. He chuckles at you struggling to speak as he pulls his pruny fingers out, fingers coated in your juices. “Baki I was so close why-“ he sat you up cutting your words off as he put you in the middle of the bed, turning you on your stomach with your ass in the air. You turn your head back wanting to see what was happening. Baki was taking his black pants staring dead at you turn your head in embarrassment and whimper. Couple seconds later you felt him behind you, dick pressing against your pussy as he grips your hips scooting your closer to him. “Wanna be so fucking impatient and shit, i can teach you to be patient. Your gonna be a good little slut and take this dick, no whining or running. Your gonna take it until a say so.” he orders. “Say yes sir.” you don’t say anything only turning your head to the side staring at the wall.

He pulls your head back causing you to turn your head straight looking at the headboard. “Say yes sir, i’m not gonna say it again.” pulling your hair harder. “F-fuck! Yes sir..” you moan, “So fucking bratty” he lets go of your hair grabbing his shaft and swiping the tip once..then twice against your folds before sliding it into the tight hole. Hissing coming from the both you, “So f-fuckin tight..”. Baki never had a problem of fucking the brat out of you really, you didn’t know he had the balls to do it but here you are. “Mhphm-!…F-fuck!!” wetness and clapping noise echoed in the room.

Slick slick slick!

Mouth wide open with drool spilling out the same mouth that was just talking about. “God damn..” baki mutters, speeding up the pace you knew you weren’t gonna last anytime soon. “I’m cumming!! S-shit shit!!” Pants from left and right coming from the both of you, the two of you were both close. “F-fuck me to-“ before he could finish you were both interrupted by the wave of your climax’s. He slowly thrusts to ride out high as he lets go of your messy hair pulling out. You on the other hand slumped down to the bed with cum oozing out your puffy pussy. “Play with me all you want to, next time I won’t be nicer”

[sillied-too-hardxp]

~D-e-s-p-a-i-r~

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-(Akihiko Sasaki's pov)-

you don't know how you all got here.

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watching another classmate get executed…

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Bryna Miyuki [The Ultimate Bodybuilder]… the killer of [Name] Nakamura.

Bryna claimed she meant to kill someone else, that [Name] wasn't her target…

it was supposed to be ME she wanted to kill.

you always thought highly of Bryna, she was always a strong and cheerful person! she always lifted everyone's spirits!!

turns out, she hated you absolutely loathed your closeness with [Name]... to the point that she thought they had a crush on me!

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me? [Name] Nakamura having a crush on me?!! ha! wouldn't that be the dream!!

you countered that they were helping you open yourself up to the others! to help you see the positive side of everyone. to love everyone the way they are.

she broke down, saying that she didn't mean to kill them. that she was targeting me. that i had ruined her plans of living a peaceful life with [Name]... that if i hadn't pretended to be sick for their attention, they'd still be here.

as everyone argued, you stewed in anger. how did she know that? how'd she know you were faking?? you've been told before you were an amazing actor! it's literally your ultimate talent!

you are Akihiko Sasaki [The Ultimate Actor]!

not that all of them know that. . .

you only told them your first name, said that you're [The Ultimate Librarian]. such an unassuming title…

so, how did Bryna know?

you were unassuming, you acted weak. a shy crybaby…

you used that to your advantage, acting scared and putting on the waterworks!

[Name] Nakamura was a temple, a sanctuary. you've never felt that much genuine love since you were a baby! the love your parents shown was fake. to them you were only a doll to make them famous. all the love thrown your way is superficial from everybody!!! nobody would've loved you if you weren't an actor!

you've never been religious but, when they appeared to help you up, you latched on.

they were the reason to live the rest of your life. in their arms, peacefully. away from the hell called society…

but that is now ruined, ruined because of a stupid stupid note meant for me…

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but in the end…

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the body that was found… was [Name]’s.

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@welpthisisboring @pialexx

[captain-n-crunchies]

Suki Pookie! 💕

Katsuki Bakugo x Bimbo reader

Katsuki Bakugo... a blond baddie with explosion powers and a itty bitty waist, with an attitude of a firecrack time 10000 nobody in Katsuki life thought he'll EVER find someone to love, to cherish, to care for for years to come... until you y/n!

Fresh from America and glowing brown skin showing off your latest hero designs you became U.A's hero design in training student. Moving from America to Japan wasn't easy with clothes and clothes packed in boxes tou couldn't move a giant leopard print high heel chair into that small ass dorm?? But a very talkie green haired boy, a girl with the face of Kirby with a bob and, a boy who refers to him as class president soon helps you move in and your designer life has been perfect!

// Firstly how did this glamorized girl with such beautiful hair and eyes ever came to romanticized a bad attitude having boy like Katsuki? Well after moving in and getting a internship you had got the first task of your career: Design 3 hero suits and sumbit them to the respective heros. Sounds easy looking at each new fist year you saw your very first guinea pigs; Ida, Monoma, and Bakugo. Ida was perfect after seeing his quick and grabbing some help from the tech teams you made a beautiful looking robot suit perfect for mobility, then Monoma has a copying quirk but has more of a regal asshole type behavior with some time periods research and grabbing his input you created him a very fine suit. Then Bakugo and as you remeber he was an pain in the ass...

FIRSTLY, he already had an design in mind which was terrible, the gauntlets were nice but it didn't have any practicality with how big they were, then the outfit was giving him enough arm area for him to move very restrictive like he wearing velcro, then he had the nerve to add a mask which is never cute on ANYTHING. Telling him his faults was like talking to a argumentative wall he wouldn't just listen but, after three long nights of making specialized gaulets, finding a cloth that would help him produce more sweat, and a mask design you made him hero costume which he didn't say he liked nor disliked. After your first task you fix up any things like Deku bunny ear thing which was totally a werid kink you think he has... and Momo having trouble with zippers, and bakugo came to you alot more when it came to updating his suit with miniscule things like a button.

So, after like literally months of him just coming g to me and making work more than I should we finally exchange numbers and instagrams! He doesn't have many follwers nor does he post but it's ok my page had enough room and after a few videos of us hanging out and posting my followers made us a ship name! It was sooo cute but he just scoff and said it wouldn't happen, such a liar.

Now headcanons!!

☆ So firstly it took months almost your whole first year to even get Suki poo to ever think of you in a non-friendly manner, like Izuku he just saw you as a friend maybe even a best friend until Mina and Kirishima told him every time you and him would talk hell talk more softer with you

" Doesn't mean anything pinky shes a fucking crybaby"

" Duh! You care about her feelings omg! KIRI ITS LIKE A SLOWBURN"

" Yeah bro! Talking to a girl nicely is very manly and- hey! Where he's going!"

☆ After that Suki started to think about his glittery friend a lot more, thinking about how kissing her would feel is your favorite snack place his favorite only because he like you getting those panda chocolate biscuit things? Does he find Choco cat kinda of cute because you said he's smart like him? His mind is always racing and eveytime you own your pretty mouth he just wants to bite your face off! In a cute way

☆ So when you two cuties do start to date its a very thick line of what pda he allow firstly no kissing or making out in public like your almost pro heros your reputation is always valuable, secondly no wrid ass nicknames ( the first time you called him Suki babes was infront of bakusquad and he almost exploded Sero from the face if the earth, he blushs and held your hand while he yelled at them so win-lose) and thrid, NO SAPPY LOVE STORIES TO HIS MOM: it just not cool for his bad boy persona.

☆ But Suki really chill beside a few bumb arguments when you feel like he thinks your stupid you two always make up example:

" You think I'm dumb huh!? I got a A+ in color theory!"

" What does that do in real life baby? Make sure the fashion police doesn't giveme ticket for wearing orange in winter?"

" THAT! AND the fact without color theory you in the summer wouldn't produce enough sweat for your firecrack special thingy!

" And your not bumb because only MY smart baby would know that"

So really he explains himself alot better to you because your very intoned emotionally.

☆ Suki really into petnames despite earlier setting he loves the sappy nicknames like suki babes, pookie, sukiies and anything over the top because it apart of your nature! He loves how you text with various emotions because he texts pretty bland and he loves cuddles alot even when it's hot he likes holding you. It really stems from the fact nobody but his friends couldn't truly give him a hug and his mom and dad the only one who really can get to him so having a partner really pushed his clingy nature up to 100000.9% He likes your American accent on some words in Japanese despite him speaking English clearly in an accent he likes to mock a southern accent if your from the south.

☆ Now onto the kinda of sad part, Suki can't really hear himself loudly because his explosion are pretty loud his hearing declines more and more, and you figured it out when you called for his name loudly from a room away and he never came til you had to closely come up to him so as his personal design you made hearing aids for him and his suit which helped a lot during missions. But once you told him about his hearing he got it check out, he had the hearing of a old man practically and out of that outcme he listens to your voice alot more just incase he won't hear it again

" And I told her I didn't have any diamonds but I had rhinestones and- are you even listening suki?"

"Mhm just like hearing yer voice, so didn't she take the diamonds"

" Oh! Well she didn't and then she asked again two days later! Like girl you know well you can rhinestones insted!"

☆ Anyways back to a little more happiness Suki bookie loves to cook for you since as your beastie he saw you had a terrible sweet tooth and you didn't always eat a healthy plate so every date he makes you a nice and hearty bowl of food and makes you eat it all, from healthy grains to irons and potassium, breakfast and dinner even he ruined your ice cream and made ypugurt bars! Which were good but still where is the artificial flavor On days he does training you like to make him bento box's Sanrio or his favorite TV show themed and he always keeps the little notes you put in his locker in a safe place incase he get a little lonely

☆ Suki when you first started dating was very quite, almost never really talking because he took relationship advice from his friends and he felt like his aggressive behavior would scare you until you sit him down and talk about his distance hell be more inclined to leave you alone making the relationship strain. SPEAKING OF FRIENDS, you are an official member of bakusquad your co-captain, first Lady, even the best member because he just proclaims you as such no matter what your always with bakusquad doing dumb shit (you usually record it) or despite his attitude towars him are with deku and his friends which he doesntlike how close you and shots got over a kid show but hey... ( he watched the show and he got so instred he has a tiny merchant area in his dorm)

☆ Katsuki parents are fashion designers so he knows a little bit about fashion wven though his first hero design wasn't great ge had a solid frame so any fashion dilemma you have is solved with him, he does not sugarcoat though if that shit is ulgy he says it with he FULL chest

" Ok! So what about denim skirt, green top and purple hate with a scarf-"

" Okay Demi Lovato "

..." ..Hoe don't play with me"

Like he doesn't even play with your hair either he's the only one who can look like a bum but you? HIS beautiful golden curly/loc baddie girlfriend in sweats when its a cute halter top you can wear? Even on days where you want to be a bump he makes you atleast accessorize a bit.

☆ lastly Suki is just your pintrest boyfriend, as I mentioned he doesn't really post only pics of you and repost of him and you and from your page to his people thought he was a stan page but no no that's is Katsuki Bakugo supporting HIS girl. Did I mention he's so possive whe he got kidnapped he was scared it would happen to you, he always his an eye on you and since you like to wander off hes always close behind to point he's your shadow and you couldn't want anything more; somebody flirts with you? BOOM 💣 He already scared them off and now your getting a pretzel, somebody dms you? BOOM 🔥 He got that blocked and reported and foe some reason banned from any shopping mall.

Overall suki pookie bear Bakugo is perfect and even though I personally didn't like him at one point I would date him simply for the hell of it!

[kanyerealdaughter]

#ARE YOU CALM YET

sexual content , dry humping , grinding , praise kink - degrading , 69 position , daddy kink , teasing , anal , cussing , crybaby (fem, reader) , face fucking , virgin (fem,reader) , oral (m and f receiving) , sub top (fem,reader) , dom bottom (ryusei).

NOT PROOFREAD.

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there he was, locked up again for nearly bashing in one of the other players' heads. strapped to the restrained bed with a muzzle over his mouth and his gaze downcast.

ryusei was used to this. every time he'd go overboard, ego would lock him up and leave him to reflect on his actions, only when the situation was serious would you be called in to speak with him as everyone knew he'd only listen to you, his girlfriend of course.

" let me out you four eyed freak!" his eyes widened when he saw you, " damn it."

his eyes were glued to you, scanning up and down your appearance and body. it's not that he was checking you out, per se, but it's more that he was just admiring you.

" he finally sent you... goddamn idiot.." he grumbled, tugging at the restraints keeping him tied down.

" yeah... and u-um you're locked up again." you said quietly with a bit of disappointment in your voice.. since you and him had talk about you keep coming here to blue lock just calm him down, your surprise that he hasn't been eliminated yet.

ryusei eyes lowered when he saw the disappointment in your voice, knowing he'd disappointed you once again.

" not exactly my fault.. some guy just got on my nerves.." he mumbled, tugging a little harder against the restraints, only to be met with the leather digging into his skin.

" stop, you're only hurting yourself." you said grabbing the leather, pulling it back slightly so it won't dig into his skin as you took off the muzzle of his face slowly.

he stopped trying to fight against the leather straps, keeping his eyes on you. his breath hitched when your hand grabbed the leather, gently tugging it back.

" you're such a sap.." he mumbled, trying to seem annoyed though it was obviously not convincing,

" can you undo these damn straps?"

" eh.? why should i.?" you furrowed your eyebrow. ryuesi narrowed his eyes, silently observing you before letting out a huff. his eyes softened the moment he saw your eyebrows furrowed to match your expression, knowing you were trying to be serious.

" because i'm getting tired of being locked up in this damn room.. i need to get out."

" no, you don't need to calm down, that's what you need to do." you tried to reassure him.

ryusei's eyes widened as you told him to just " calm down". "this damn girl doesn't get it." he mumbled under his breath.

" I. Am. Calm, can't you tell?! i am literally tied down to this goddamn bed! i'm the calmest i could be!"

" stop yelling at me... i'm just trying to help you.!" you reply back, not trying to let your emotions get the best of you. he instantly quiet down, lowering his voice almost ashamed to yell at you.

“ ..sorry..” he apologized quietly, " it's just... you wouldn't understand.. how i'm feeling, that's all."

“…”

he glanced at you, not liking the fact that you had gone quiet.

" hey.." ryuesi began, his eyes glued to you,

" say something. you're too quiet you damn sap.."

“ don’t call me that…”

" why not? it's true isn't it? you're the sappiest of saps.."

" shut up.. you know i don't like it.. when you call me that." you mumbled.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" gosh you're such a dick..." you spat at him getting feed up of me at this point you should've took that damn muzzle off from him...

" and you're too sensitive, that's why i call you a sap.." he smirked at your response, his eyes filled with a bit of mischief.

" shut up.!"

you snapped at him for the first time in

your relationship, tears flowing up and your eyes and now he's just noticing it

ryuesis eyes widened once you had snapped at him. it was the first time you had done so, and it clearly caught him off-guard. his smirk faded, now replaced with a slightly dumbfounded look.

" did you just.." he mumbled, trying to find the right words to say,

" snap at me?" you stayed quiet looking away from his hard gaze. ryuesi tugged at the leather straps once again, the smirk under the muzzle that was once on his lips was still present.

" aww is my pretty girlfriend gonna cry...? such a crybaby..." but you just ignored him, tired of his talking for today a small huff left his lips as he watched you ignore him.

" come on, don't ignore me.." ryusei attempted to reach out and grab you, but the restraints held him back.

" i'm leaving ryusei... i'll be back tomorrow when you are calmer." you said quietly, holding back your tears, about to walk away since he just pisssed you off. the moment you announced you were going to leave, his eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat.

" where the hell are you going?" he questioned, his voice raised slightly.

" no, no, no, you weren't about to walk out of here. you are not leaving."

" hey-!" he reached out, trying to stop you, but the damn restraints were keeping him from leaving.

" you ain't just gonna up and leave. you get your ass back over here." you ignored him and started to walk away from him.

" i ain't done speaking with you!" ryuesi kept yanking on the restraints, his eyes pinned on your form as you continued to walk out of the room.

" don't you dare walk out that damn door!" he desperately pulled against the straps again, trying to no avail.

" damn it! let me go!" ryuesi's heart was beating like crazy as you continued to walk away from him. he couldn't just let you leave, no.. he refused to allow you to go.

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the next day, ryusei woke up with a scowl on his face. he had spent that entire night tossing and turning, thinking about you and how you stormed out on him. it was almost hard to sleep.

he let out a small huff before getting off the bed, his body sore after being tied down in a single position. it was all quiet until a soft knock on the door. he paused and he instantly recognized that knock. it wasn't a knock from ego or the other blue lock staff it was your knock.

" ..come in.." he called out, his morning voice raspy.

" ryu...?" you said quietly saying his nickname as you walked in through the slowly.

" ..you're back.." he mumbled quietly as you walked in, his eyes fixed on you. he looked in your direction the moment you entered the room, his heart doing a small flip.

you looked away in embarrassment but nodded as you walked closer towards him.

ryusei stayed still as you walked closer to him, his heart beating faster. it wasn't until you finally stood in front of him did he realize how much he had missed you. he took his time looking you up and down, admiring how you looked, even if you did avoid making eye contact with him.

" ego said i could let you go now." you said quietly finally making eye contact with him. his heart skipped a beat when you finally looked up at him, the familiar gorgeous eyes finally meeting his.

ryuesi's eyes took an extra second to scan over your hair and skin, almost forgetting how damn beautiful you were. you could never fail to catch his attention, especially because you were all damn natural.

" about damn time.." he grumbled under his breath, clearing his voice as if he wasn't just admiring you.

you bent down your skirt slightly lifted up as you started to undo the leather belts at his hands you moved onto his feet and his knees.

" careful down there.." he mumbled, eyeing your skirt. his eyes naturally drifted downwards to your skirt lifting up as you bent down, revealing more of your skin. ryusei couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath as he caught a glimpse of more of fat ass basically pouring out of your skirt.

" hmm..?" you said quietly as you continued to undo the leather belts making your skirt go up even more revealing your black lace panties. his eyes widened when your skirt went up, revealing those damn black lace panties underneath.

" hey... stop for a sec.." he muttered quietly. ryusei could feel a stirring down below when he caught a glimpse of those, causing his breath to hitch softly.

"why.?" you asked confused, you looked up at him from down below still bending down.

" just stop untying the straps. come up here a second first.." ryusei's gaze was fixed on you as you looked at him from below, your face nearly too close to his lap for his comfort.

" d-don't you want me to let you go ego said i free you now.?" you mumbled slightly confused as if he wasn't just going crazy to get let our yesterday.

" i’ll think about getting freed later." he gave you a quick answer before his eyes flicked down to your position.

" come here already." he repeated, beckoning you to get up and sit on his lap with a jerk of his head.

" what's wrong you okay ryu.?" you ask sitting on his lap where he asked your to now knowing you just sat right on exactly on his dick... fuck how did you not know.?

" o-oh.. damn." he breathed, his heart beating faster than before.

" w-what's wrong.?" you asked innocently, getting even more concerned as you heard him groan.

" n-nothing.. it's just-" he paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could explain the current situation. he could feel himself hardening in his pants, which was becoming very obvious, especially since you sat directly on top of that.

ryusei's eyes were still wide and his cheeks were flushed. his breathing was slightly labored while his heart was beating quickly and loudly in his chest. he silently looked down at you, noticing how your face was expressing concern and confusion. his mind went blank for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, the feeling of you sitting directly on his lap was not helping.

then you slowly but surely realize you sat right on his hard large bulge hidden well. was it really hidden now if it was that big..? you gasp quietly as you felt him poke your panties under your skirt.

a small shiver went through ryusei when he heard you gasp. the friction of you sitting on his lap and the feeling of his hard length against you sent a shiver through him.

" you... fuck ma. feel that..?" he breathed, his voice slightly raspy. you nodded slowly, biting your lip getting soaked from just being on top of him. he felt the movement of you nodding on his lap, and it took all his willpower to not let out an embarrassingly loud groan. he was trying to not act on the strong urge to do something to you right here right now.

“ ..... move a bit.. for me pretty girl..” he muttered, wanting to see if you would listen to him and follow his request.

" I-like.... um grind.?" you mumbled shyly.

" yes.. yes, just like that." he let out a labored breath. he swallowed back a groan at your mumbled question. he couldn't help but nod to confirm your words. you stayed quiet and still for a while before moving my hips slowly feeling the fiction of your wet panties and his hard bulge under his jeans.

a shaky breath escaped from between his lips the moment you started to move your hips over his lap, and he let out a low hiss.

" just like that.." he mumbled, his eyes closing for a moment while his hands reached out to hold your hips he snuck his hand under your skirt slapping your ass hard making you let out a lil squeal from the stinging pain. you gasped from the hard slap on the ass that was gonna leave a handprint on your cheek. you started to go even more feeling him grow harder underneath you.

head was swimming as you started to go more, the feeling of you rubbing against his crotch making him feel more and more overwhelmed, the sounds of his breathing growing more labored.

" faster." he groaned, gripping your hips tighter leaving fingerprints bruised.

" s-shit..." you whimper as you feel panties becoming even more soaked as you grind faster as he told you to do like a good girl...

" jesus.." his eyes widened when he heard that whimper and he let out a shaky breath. he could feel from your movements that your panties were starting to soak through, and he desperately bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, slapping your ass again making you let out another one of these cute squeals.

" f-fuck.." he breathed, shifting a bit under you,

" don't stop ma..."

your movements became faster as your panties leaking cause of how soaked you were onto his jeans he had feeling his large bulge his zipper hitting your clit making you let out a mewl your hips suddenly jerk up.

ryusei’s eyes closed and he let out a groan, rubbing your ass after the hard spanks. feeling his large fan hands go back on your hips tightly guiding you.

" you're.." a shaky breath, " you're so fucking wet." he managed to mutter, feeling the dampness of your panties against his jeans.

" i-i'm sorry...!" you whimper embarrassed as you also felt yourself leaking onto his jeans his zipper hitting your clit repeatedly thoses cute moans coming out of your mouth ... fuck your whimper it's so innocent and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

" don't.. don't apologize.. ma." ryusei mumbled, his eyes half open while looking at you.

he could feel how wet you were, and the sound of you whimpering in his lap didn't help either. he was trying his best to not just pounce on you right now..

" r-ryu..." you mumbled my eyes fluttering close. you could feel it... you suddenly felt close to your limit.

ryusei's grip on his shirt grew tighter, his breathing becoming more and more labored, and his heart beating even faster than he thought it was going to burst.

" f-fuck.. ma." he groaned, trying his best to speak clearly. " you're close.. i can feel it."

you just nodded eagerly moving your hips faster clench around, nothing whimpered as you felt him pulse in his own pants. he clenched his jaw, trying not to let out any loud sounds while you continued to move your hips.

his eyes closed as he felt himself start to throb and twitch even more in his pants, the feeling of your body grinding and clenching on him driving him insane. ryusei was starting to lose it.

" i-i'm cumming daddy.!" you moaned out loud as your orgasm hit me like a truck, your now ruined panties leaking your fluids onto his jeans even more.

the sound of your moans coupled with the feeling of your fluids on his jeans sent him over the edge. ryusei bit his lip hard to keep himself from letting out a loud moan.

" f-fuckk.." he breathed, his grip on his shirt tightening even more. " you're going to kill me at this rate.. ma." he let out a breathless chuckle.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" n-not yet." he muttered, breathing a bit heavy. he slowly let go of his shirt and looked up at you, panting softly.

" you came hard huh.?" he asked quietly as he looked into your eyes, the sight of your flushed face, breathless state, and messed up hair only adding fuel to the fire.

" y-yes..." you mumbled, still sensitive, feeling a bit guilty that you didn't make him cum. he nodded silently, his eyes still fixed on you while his breathing started to slowly return to normal.

" good.." he mumbled, his hands slowly reaching up to your face and cupping your cheeks in his palms. " that means you felt good.."

ryusei could tell you were gonna say something but before you could ryusei smirk widened when he leaned in and kissed you, his hands still holding your face in place. he wasn't holding back on this kiss, making sure to fully taste you and hear the moans that left your lips.

he held you against him as he kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, wanting to dominate you in every way possible. you whimpered as you felt the warmness of his long tongue enter your mouth parting your lips.

his tongue slowly and greedily explored your mouth, tasting every corner and crevice he could reach. he continued to hold your face in place as he kissed you deeper, his own small groans mixed with your whimpers.

he felt heat rising from within him more and more the longer you and him continued to make out, the feeling of you in his lap driving him insane.

" r-ryu.. mngh." you mumbled into the filthy and sloppiest kiss you ever had.

he paused for a moment to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. his breathing was heavy and his eyes widened with an almost feral gaze as he looked at you.

" that's enough." he muttered, his hands moving from your face down to your waist. ryusei then gripped your waist, shifted, and flipped the both of you around so that you were pinned under him, him being in between your legs now.

" wanna ride your face... please.?" you panted out after all that time making out you could finally take a deep breath. hee could see how winded you were after the kiss, and he chuckled silently at your words, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

" oh, i'm gonna do alot more than that, but." he looked at you with a smirk, " first thing is first." ryusei slowly pulled your shirt up, revealing your stomach and your bra until he had completely taken it off and tossed it onto the floor.

you bit your lip as he had taken your shirt off leaving you bare the coldness of the room revealing your nipple piercing making them harden from the coldness of the room.

if you don't like the piereing then just ignore it

ryusei's eyes widened as he stared down at your bare chest, slowly tracing his eyes over your skin and taking in every detail of your body.

" im not gonna hold back.." he muttered, his eyes roaming over your skin but his fuchsia color eyes stare at your piercing as his hands still hold his shirt. " i just want you to know that."

he started to lick and kiss your neck, slowly sucking onto your skin to leave marks behind. bis hands started to roam your body as he continued to leave marks on your neck.

" you look so damn sexy like this sexy mama.." he muttered between kisses, his hands moving up to your chest.

" n-nghh." you moaned, your eyes rolling back continuously to let moans out as he sucked on your pretty little neck leaving dark red swollen hickeys in which they started to turn a dark purple the more he sucked on your neck.

" you don't know how hard it was to hold back all this time." he muttered, licking the mark he just left. ryuesi's hands started to slowly move up and down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipple piercing as he left marks on your neck.

" you sound so goddamn sweet when you moan like that as well.." he breathed, his mouth moving down to your collarbone.

" wanna do the 69 position..." you whimper out wanting to try a new position. ryusei stopped for moment to look up at you, the words going through his head for a moment. his classic smirk appeared on his face as he spoke, his hands still caressing your chest.

" you want that right now?" he asked, the look in his eyes practically burning you alive.

" yes..." you but your lip nodding eagerly.

" okay." he muttered, his hands moving to your sides. he leaned in to kiss your neck one more time, then shifted up to your ear and whispered to you.

" sit up for a moment and turn around for me, baby.." you felt yourself shivering once he whispered in your ear but you obeyed him anyway.

" good girl." he mumbled as you started to sit up. once you turned around, he quickly shifted you around, holding your hips while positioning himself in front of you.

" you ready?" he asked from behind, his hands still on your hips.

" y-yes ryu." you mewl out quietly you felt your panties getting even more ruined. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, feeling how wet you were as you knelt in front of him.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

he almost groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, seeing how wet you were and how much pre-cum was leaking through his boxers and his jeans was driving him insane.

" you have no idea what you do to me.." he muttered, his hands holding your hips and pulling you backwards towards him.

" hurry.." you mumbled wiggling your ass in his face as you started to unbutton his jeans feeling his precum oozing out of his dark rosy tip.

a sigh escaped his lips as he felt you wiggling your ass against him, his hands holding your hips to keep you still so he could unbutton his jeans.

" you're getting impatient." he managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, " and here i was just enjoying the view." you let out a quiet huffed seeing the precum stain his boxers making you bite your lip it looked so delicious..

" you're not the only one enjoying the view.." he responded back, his hands resting on your lower back as he watched you examine his stained boxers. he wasn't just saying that to tease you, the sight of you with your bare ass in front of him was driving him crazy.

you ignored him your small hands slid under his boxers slowly pulling out his large aching his thick girth you could barely wrap your small warm hands around it his tip was more of dark rosy pink color oozing precum.

" mm..." you mumbled in a trace squeezing the tip which made him hiss as more precum oozed out.

" so..?" you reply back licking your lips wiggling your ass in his face more for some more attention.

" so i just think it's funny how the look in your eyes changed so quick when you saw it.." he chuckled, watching you lick your lips and feel you wiggling your ass impatiently.

" you want something, don't you?" he questioned, his voice low and sultry.

" well isn't that why we're in this position.." you huffed, getting impatient of him teasing you as you talked about the 69 position.

" well, it's why you're in that position.." he corrected, his hands holding your sides to keep you in place.

" but i'm pretty sure you want something..."

" specific.." his hands gently squeezed your sides.

" please ryu.?" you begged finally giving in squeezing his tip again in my hand looking back at him. he couldn't hold back for any longer at that as a soft low moan left his lip. feeling you squeeze his tip made him lose what was left of his self-control.

" say it for me, mama." his hands started to roam down your sides, caressing your skin. " you know what to say."

" want your tongue..." you whimper.ryusei smirked as he heard your impatient whimper, his tongue tracing his lip as he looked at you.

" that's what i was hoping to hear." he mumbled, pulling you back towards him, " let's go ahead and get started then." he smiled as he saw your reaction, his hands slowly moving to your hips and positioning you right against his mouth.

" now just relax.." he muttered, his hands holding you still as he leaned in. you arch your back slowly hovered over his face as you lowered yourself onto lips feeling his lips against your panties folds making you let out a guttural moan.

" you make the prettiest sounds." he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of your moans.

he started to slowly kiss and lick through your panties, the taste of you already starting to make his tongue dance. he wanted to tease you, but he was hungry enough for a taste to start eating you out already without any more waiting.

" f-fuck more daddy..." you moaned as you lower your head down to his tip to pleasure him to since it was the whole point of this position. he groaned as he felt you moving down, his eyes widening at your actions.

" don't worry.. you'll get plenty.." he muttered, letting his tongue run over the front of your panties one last time making you shiver.

"let's get these off you, baby.." he took a hold of your ruined panties and started to slide them off of your legs, tossing them onto the floor and finally getting the clear view of your folds he had been wanting too.

" m-mm more daddyy." you mumbled as your kitten licked his now red angry mushroom tip licking off bitter but yet sweet precum.

" damnit, you just know what to call me to drive me wild.." he, feeling you sucking on his tip and tasting all of the precum that was dripping from it.

" keep using that pretty little tongue of yours like that and i might not be able to keep my cool." since you were a virgin you didn't know how to suck so you kept on licking his length hoping it would pleasure him. he chuckled as he felt you continuing to lick his length, your innocence being almost too adorable.

" use that tongue of yours to explore." he muttered, a hand taking a hold of your hair to hold you gently in place. " try using your lips to suck my tip a bit."

" okay daddy..." you mumbled quietly licking your lips tasting his salty precum. you decided to give it a go and suck him but your teeth scraped on his skin too much teeth.. yikes and not enough spit as you heard him hiss in pain. he flinched slightly as he felt your teeth on his sensitive skin, the pain making him wince a bit.

" not so much teeth baby.." he breathed out, looking at you through squinted eyes as he tried to push through the pain.

" use more of your tongue and relax your jaw." you just nodded slowly as you choked on his length making more spit on his length.

" there you go." be muttered, slowly getting used to the feeling of your tongue and lips on him.

" that's a lot better." he let out a low groan, a hand still holding your hair to keep you in place.

" keep this up for me and you'll get a reward for that good behavior." you started to gag more as it became more sloppier with every second more spit just like he wanted. he could feel you start to gag a bit which made him smile slightly.

" you good down there, baby.?" he asked, his eyes looking at you from his position.

you couldn't even replied due to all of in your mouth tears swelling up in the brim of your eyes you curled your toes since your heard it somewhere on the internet that it helps with your gag reflex... but fuck that was just a lie.

" you're starting to cry a little." he murmured, noticing the tears in the corner of your eyes as you moved your body.

" you're doing a good job.. just keep going a little longer, okay?" he said, his hand gently caressing through your hair and holding on to it.

" you've still got that reward to earn, after all.."

you started to hum while you accidentally use your teeth again but immediately covers it by stroking him since he was too big for you... to put it all in your mouth. he let out another small wince as he felt your teeth on his skin yet again, the pain making him grip your hair more.

" careful with the teeth.." he muttered, slowly starting to lose patience from your attempts to get him off.

" you're going too slow." he almost growled, " i want you to try and take more of it into."

" i’m sorry daddy.." it's muffled due to him in your mouth as you started to go faster making you gag even more tears falling down on my cheek. you were still in 69 positions and you weren't getting any attention even with your soaked panties in his face.

so unfair…

" you're supposed to be making me feel good, baby."

" and instead you've got tears running down your face and i'm just sitting here watching you struggle." his tone slowly became a bit more stern.

" you're not listening to my instructions either. i told you not to use your teeth, didn't i?" you started to cry more trying your best to improve his stern tone making you slightly scared of your salty tears falling down onto his thigh as you sucked harder humming trying to make him feel good.. but you couldn't lie the degrading was slightly arousing you..

" you're supposed to listen to me when i give you an order, aren't you?" he questioned.

" why can't you seem to listen to me and do one damn thing right?" his one got even more authoritative, almost harsh.

" you think this is fun for me? sitting here and watching you cry and struggle?"

you couldn't help but cry furthermore the gagging and the tears combine together still bent over his body while he was under you in the 69 at this point you could kiss your panties goodbye they're ruined and you still weren't getting any attention from him even though your folds that your drenched soaked panties had molded into were right in his face.

" your face is a mess right now." he muttered, the tears streaming down your face and feeling your moans making his leg shake.

" you look pathetic like this." his hand tugged on your hair a bit, grabbing ahold of it pushing you down fully to his pelvis.

" you're not doing a very good job."

you felt him gripping your hair pushing you down your nose touching his pelvis as you scratch his thighs choking on his large length.

" you're trying too hard mama .. calm down and just try to relax your throat a bit. you look like you might pass out like this if you keep doing that..."

" let me help you baby.." he said, his tone still authoritative but a bit softer than before. with his hand still holding your hair, he moved to start guiding your movements.

" it'll feel better if you let me take the lead.."

" there you go." he mumbled, his tone almost encouraging as he started to use your mouth to get himself off.

" you just needed a little help, didn't you.?" he could feel the bulge in throat making him let out a quiet groan.

" i bet that's starting to get little..uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you’re feeling.?” he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you're feeling uncomfortable or don't like it."

" but you still want to do this, don't you?" he said, watching your body. " f-fuck, 'm cumming!" he snarls, his hips stuttering erratically as he empties himself into your waiting mouth. ropes after roped of hot, thick seed floods your throat, painting the back of your throat with his essence. immediately the steamy saltiness.

" you wouldn't act up and be disobedient like that unless you wanted to be disciplined, right?" you couldn't help yourself but moan from his words your soaked panties in his face now you're so so very wet it was literally dripping down your thighs now.

" looks like you might've enjoyed that a little too much.." he could feel how soaked you were and see your glistening thighs, his own body starting to overheat from the sight of you.

" and it doesn't look like you learned your lesson yet either."

" please..." you mumbled quietly... shit your voice was gone.? you lifted your head up from his tip letting it go with a pop sucking off the left over cum. he could hear the desperate tone to your voice, feeling himself shiver from the loss of contact with your mouth.

" please what?" he asked, waiting for you to speak up. " what are you begging for, baby.?"

" t-to touch me..." you whispered the rasp of your voice fucking sucking his large length. belet out a shaky exhale, feeling his patience slowly start to wear thin as you spoke.

" you want me to touch you, huh?" he asked.

" are you asking nicely..? are you trying to earn the privilege?"

" please ryu...?" a smirk appeared on his face, hearing you pleading like that.

" keep asking nicely like that and i might give you a little.." he muttered, his hand still holding your hair gently. " you're being a good girl, after all."

" you want me to start licking your pussy now, baby?" you whimper nodding slowly his freakish long pink tongue slowly traced your inner thigh.

" i think i can give you a reward for being such a good girl." he said, taking his time to speak to drive you insane.

" come closer, mama..." you started to lower your ass down towards his face just above his lips as you felt his hot breath making you clench around nothing, making you whine.

" much better..." he mumbled, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still.

" i should probably clean up this little mess you've made.."

" good girl." he moved in, finally feeling his tongue finally make contact with your skin, feeling the wetness on his tongue from the juices that had been leaking from you.

" you taste amazing, mamas."

" n-nnghh more..." you whine as you started to grind on his face you just couldn't help myself he kept teasing you all my drenched panties finally touching his warm lips.

" i guess i should let you have what you've been waiting for now.." he said, holding your hips as he spoke. he couldn't resist your desperate tone, not wanting to deny you for much longer.

" it's about damn time i gave my good girl her reward, huh?"

" y-yes... more.. please daddy..." you begged running your fingers through his blonde hair with pink tips trying to push his face into cunt even more.

" greedy little thing.." he mumbled, letting his tongue run over your dripping folds through the soaked fabric of your soaked panties. he then started to press his tongue on your slit. the heat and taste of you finally on his tongue was nearly overwhelming.

" you taste so good, mamas..." he breathed, pressing his tongue in deeper. he couldn't resist you any longer, starting to lap his tongue over your skin, feeling how desperate you were.

" you really just want more and more, don't you?" he said, between his movements his tongue fully flat against your clit on your panties.

" you're already so wet... and i've barely touched you yet.." he lies he could feel your excitement already leaking through the fabric of your panties he let out a small laugh as he continued to lick and tease you through your soaked panties.

" i know you're already so close, aren't you?" he mumbled, starting to suck gently on your skin.

" you must be desperate after i left you waiting for so long.."

" take them off..." you mumbled talking about your panties, they're already ruined so who cares..? and plus you need more not just some fiction.

“ oh?” he said, noticing he didn't have as much of a dominant edge to him as he reached up to start pulling your soaked panties down.

" you really don't care about getting them all messy, huh? so impatient." he couldn't help but smirk a bit, seeing the mess of your desperate body.

" you're such a mess.. and it's all just for me, isn't it?" he said, pulling the last of the fabric down your legs.

" let me help make you feel better, baby.." his tongue pressed against your skin again, this time pressing straight against your sensitive folds. ryusei plunges two of his fingers, middle and ring, into your cunt while simultaneously forcing a little mewl out of you.

" mmm so tight for mama..." he hums, sliding his fingers out and holding them up-separating them so you can see that they're visibly sticky. you whimper as he pulled at his fingers not feeling full anymore.

" shh mama.. i got you still." he coos popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. fuck... how hot was that.?

you started to feel yourself get more aroused your hips suddenly jerk up once you felt his freakish long pink tongue circle your clit knowing it was a sensitive spot..

" s-shit ryu... slow n-nnghh down.." you whine ryusei is so messy, giving each area of your cunt a multiple of sloppy kisses. bubbles of saliva trickle past the corners of his lips. he started to drag his tongue upwards towards your asshole, his long tongue circling it.

" daddy... w-what are you doing.?" you whimper as you looked over your shoulder making you arch your back while he was underneath me it had me panicking slightly since you never done anal.. well duh you were a virgin.

" calm down, baby.." he spoke in a reassuring tone, noticing your slight panic he ran his hand in gentle circles on your back, trying to relax you.

" i know you're not used to this.. i just want you to relax and let me take care of you, okay.?"

" o-okay..." you mumbled before letting out a large gasp feeling his long tongue enter your ass hole fuck.. you could really feel how long his tongue is. ryusei started slow, trying to let you get used to the new feeling before he sped things up.

ryusei started to speed up, trying to get you used to the stimulation before he pulled away for a moment.

" how does that feel?" he asked,

" m-more..." you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue disappear making you even wanting more.

" oh?.. is that a little 'please' i hear.?" he asked when you started to whimper

" are you finally using your manners?"

" p-please daddy..?" you let out a soft whine looking back at him as your ass was in front of his while he was under you.

" that's more like it." he mumbled, his tone still teasing.

" no, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

he moved closer to your body again, his tongue circling around your entrance again before sticking his tongue in your ass as he started to tongue fuck your asshole.

you whimper grabbing his hair from behind and underneath you feeling him starting to tongue fuck my asshole even faster.

you couldn't even hear him your own moans filling up the room bouncing off and on the walls him tongue fuckin you more as your tight hole started to squelch moist noises. ryusei pulled his tongue out with a pop of your wetness running his chin and the sides of his mouth.

ryusei reattached him onto your dripping cunt slurping up anything left me before spitting on your cunt lapping everything up, his large hands gripping your thighs for dear life since you like to keep on squirming, leaving them bruised. by now he face deep down until your pussy you couldn't help but moan.

you let out a gasps feeling him out his thumb in your ass making you feel full once again but your pussy was empty.

" s-shit... d-daddy n-nngh-.. gonna cum...!" you mewl out feeling sensitive as he sucked on your clit making your hips jerk against his face. liquid gushed out of you, spurting everywhere, on the bed sheets, spattering on ryusei face, your body trembling as you tried to process everything. you fucking came and squirted at the same time.

" fuck ma did you just- his own smirk cutting him off.

" let's go another around mama.?" his hoarse voice exclaimed as he bit his lips ryusei grin growing suddenly gripped your branded ass that's filled with his handprints that made your skin red.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i was mad tired when i write this so mb for errors.*reposted*

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Summoned

Summary: The guys all share you, their perfect girl, but when Bishop requests you first thing in the morning and finds out that someone has already gotten to you early, he's not exactly thrilled.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: Free use implied, oral sex female receiving, overstimulation, quite literally flicking the bean 🫘

Word count: 1K

A/N: ........not requested, I’ve just had this in my brain and drafts for a long time and have been holding off, not sure if this was gonna land well but I finally said fuck it and found the courage to post it and now we’re here. Probably going to turn it into a series like the Crybaby one

The hand on your lower back was warm as it touched you gently. You paused pouring the coffee into the mug and turned, finding EZ standing there with a smile. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek near your eye, your lashes ticking him as your eye fluttered closed.

"Bish wants to see you."

You nodded, a small bashful smile coming to your lips. EZ used the hand on your back to usher you towards the Templo door and you went, knocking gently even though you were requested.  His voice was muffled when it told you to come in but you still heard it. You slid the door and walked in, Bishop's eyes on you as soon as you appeared. His eyes raked over you.

Taking in the sway of your hips as you walked.

The way your breasts looked so soft in your top, your nipples slightly visible. They weren't hard, but you had long since stopped wearing bras in the clubhouse when it was just the boys and you. He watched your thighs as they led out of your shorts, smooth and begging to be bit. Bishop was gentle with you, mostly. But he could also be harsh sometimes. Deep bites and sharp spanks. Especially when he felt undermined or disregarded.

And this week he had been made to feel both plenty.

You walked all the way up to him, hands folded neatly in front of you as you looked at him, waiting. He simply took a long drag from his cigar, eyes dark and lusting as they stared up at you.

"Shorts off. Sit in front of me."

His other hand tapped the table right in front of him and you nodded, shimmying out of your shorts and hopping up onto the table. You sat there still, legs slightly spread, hands resting on the table on either side of your knees. Bishop continued to smoke, eyes on you.

"Lean back a little."

You listened and moved your hands behind you, propping yourself up a bit as you leaned back.

"Good girl. You always do what you're told."

You smiled softly, the tiny breath you let out at the praise running straight to the President's cock.

"Because that's what you are. Right? You're a good girl for us? You take whatever we give you with a smile?"

You nodded again, your eyes bright and Bishop could tell all your thoughts were melting away.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Bishop."

He took a deep drag again before putting the cigar down to rest on the ashtray, leaning forward. His fingers were warm as they trailed over the front of your panties, running up and down along your slit. He watched your breathing quicken but he kept up with his teasing for a handful of minutes before he finally hooked his index finger in the corner of the fabric, pulling it to the side and exposing your pussy to him. It was puffy, more so than usual, and he chucked, knowing exactly what had taken place.

"Angel ate you out this morning, didn't he."

You giggled breathlessly and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. He woke me up."

Bishop nodded, knowing exactly how your sensitive skin looked when the bearded man eagerly ravaged you with his mouth. They all did. Angel would pin your hips down with his forearms and you had nowhere to escape from the scratch of the coarse hair nor his unrelenting tongue. Bishop chuckled and tapped his finger against your clit, getting the exact jolt from you that he was expecting.

"Poor little thing. Must be so sensitive."

You nodded and bit your lip as you looked down and watched him. You knew him well enough to know the sympathy was inauthentic. His hand reared back and delivered a slap, your thighs closing slightly of their own volition. It wasn't a hard slap, but the sensitivity heightened the feeling. He did it again, and again, then once more, chucking darkly at your soft whimpers. He cupped you with his hand and then rubbed along you, using the palm of his hand to dig into your lips and clit each time his hand reached your mound. He removed his hand then and you sighed, thinking that maybe he was done with the torture. Instead, he used his fingers to spread you open, your clit bare and fully exposed. You swallowed, eyes trained on him, wondering what he was going to do next. You expected maybe another slap. Perhaps a kiss if he was feeling generous.

You weren't expecting the sharp direct flick that had you squealing. Your thighs instinctively tried to close but Bishop wedged his shoulders forward, forcing them open.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were playing favorites."

You shook your head feverishly, eyes trained on him.

"No, no. Of course not."

The President stared at you for a handful of seconds more, your eyes pleading. For what exactly, you weren't sure, but he nodded once and then placed his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to his mouth. He didn't say anything else after that, simply burying his face into you. He attacked your clit on purpose, knowing Angel had likely not taken it easy on you.

Neither would he.

He kissed and sucked and moaned and growled and laved his tongue against you, hands preventing you from getting away as your hips bucked and writhed. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge, hands gripping his forearms, your nails biting into his skin as you came. By the time your vision had returned, he was sitting back in his chair again, cigar between his lips once again. You sat back upright and he chuckled at the state of you.

Eyes glazed over. Mouth hung open ever so slightly. Cheeks warm. Chest heaving. He admired you, drinking in your beauty as you sat before him trying to gather yourself. You were wrecked and he hadn't even taken his cock out yet. 

Yet.

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Right after D Point

Can you believe I spent two hours on this? No, me either. Send me any episode wishes you have!

Usagi started crying the day she was born, and never really stopped. That’s what people always told her. 

She was sensitive, and silly, and had a spine made of spaghetti. Usagi wasn’t sure how she could be both weak willed and stubborn, but that’s what everyone said. She was lazy and clumsy. 

There was no way she could save the world. No one said that, because they didn’t think anyone would ever ask it of her. It was like wondering if Usagi was ever going to be Prime Minister. It may as well be wondering about her being a queen. 

Except she was, after all, a princess. 

A princess with no court, and no prince. Everyone was gone. Usagi cried, just like she always did, but now she cried alone. They were right about her. Everyone who said she was weak and a crybaby was right, and her friends, her wonderful friends that the moon brought her, they all were willing to die for her. Didn’t they know there was no way she could save the world? Didn’t they know there was no reason to die?

Why did they believe in her? Didn’t they hear what everyone said? What even Usagi said? 

There was no way she could save the world. 

All she could do was sit on this rock, and cry, and freeze. 

Usagi was a crybaby. She was lazy. She didn’t listen. 

You don’t listen, so why are you listening now?! Get up!

Rei, in the back of her mind. Rei, who had fought and died for her.How could Rei tell her not to listen to what she’d been told all her life?  Rei, who knew better than anyone how much of a baby she was, and how there was no way she could do this. 

But you have to, Usagi. You can. You have to.

Mako, in her head. Mako must know that she can’t do it, and yet, there she was, firm and friendly, telling her she had to do this impossible thing. How could she do it alone? 

You aren’t alone. We’re always with you. It has to be you.

Ami could be so easy to miss, when Usagi was crying. She cried so loud, and Ami was so soft. Ami was a super genius with a 300 IQ. How could she not see it? Maybe, though, if Ami was so smart, and Ami thought she could do it--was everyone she’d ever known, wrong? 

You’re the princess. You were literally born for this. You’re a crybaby. So do it crying. 

“Minako, I--” 

Get up!!

Usagi was a crybaby. Everyone said so. She was lazy and she was clumsy and she was bad at school and now she was up on her feet, and she was walking. She was everything everyone said, but what they didn’t know is that she was Princess Serenity, and Princess Serenity was brave and beautiful and probably didn’t cry is she dropped her pork bun. Usagi was Serenity, too, and her friends could talk just as loud as everyone else, and they said that she was a crybaby, but she was this also. She was going to save the world. 

Usagi started to run.

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Coul I kindly request more Ran Haitani x reader?

Like ran and his crybaby girlfriend who gets extremely jealous even if he's just waving at a friend (male or female she's jelly)

🙏🙏🙏🙏🪻hope you have a nice day, remember to drink water! Have some snacks and rest a bit as well✨

I live for this kind of reader (because me myself I'm a jealous crybaby😌🎀ANWAYS!). LET'S GET INTO THIS! You're so sweet BTW!

Ran Haitani lives for his girls attention.

only recently you both had started dating after Rindou introduced you to his brother; Ran and immediately you feel for him (even though Rindou was against it at start because you were his friend but he accepted it eventually). Dating Ran is the ultimate fun you didn't know you'll sign up for. He is a total gentleman to you. He's always there when you need him, even if it's the middle of the night; he will wake up from his beloved nap just to answer your calls.

Being a jealous girlfriend was never on your mind. You didn't even believe that you'd be the type of girlfriend that easily gets jealous until you experienced how people around Ran are. The love he puts in your life made you greedy for him and yarning him only for yourself, you'd groan annoyingly when he'll tell you that he has some sort of important work to finish; you would literally trap him in a hug so he can't leave and he will simply laugh and promise to come by the minute he's done which he does.

At first you just brushed your jealous behavior as a one time thing until the day Ran had told you that his friends are throwing a house warming party and he asked you to join him to which you happily agreed. The day of the party started great, you changed unto your beautiful dress, did your make up, and Ran was there in your room laying on the bed watching you do your thing and get ready with a soft smile on his face admiring his beautiful baby. He loves seeing you all happy and cheerful around him and how in love you were with him, "you look absolutely stunning, my angel." He kissed the crown of your head when he walked towards you and hugged you closer with a sigh, "you feel so soft in my arms." You blushed at his sweet words; he's always saying the most sweet things to you and holding you close which you knew was because of how much he loved you but if you ever saw him hugging anyone the way he hugs you, you might lose your mind.

Holding Hands with Ran as you both entered his friends house, immediately you felt uncomfortable from the number of people there, and Ran noticed you moving closer to him, "Hey, it's okay, baby." He chuckled, throwing his arm around your shoulder, which made you a bit calmer.

One of his friends came rushing in for a hug and pulled Ran away, making your both hands slip for a minute, "You made it, bro! Oh, hi, welcome." His friend smiled at you, and you forced a smile as that friend of Ran hugged your boyfriend again before tapping on Ran's shoulder and walking away. Immediately, you interlocked your hand together again with a pout looking at Ran, "he's overly touchy." Ran just laughed before walking further into the house.

People kept coming and before you know it the house was so crowded that you lost Ran in between his friends. You walked around trying to find Ran and when you did the smile that you had on your face dropped as one of the girls that was standing with another friend of Ran placed her hand on Ran's shoulder as she laughed and had her hands in Ran's long hair end for a second before he pushed his hair away making her move her hand. You felt the blood in your body boil but you also felt like you were about to burst into tears.

With glass eyes; trying hard to not cry you took a deep breath before walking towards Ran and grabbing his arm, almost pulling him in your side which caught him by surprise but his smile widened when he realised it's you, "Oh, everyone this is-"

"Can we go! Now!" You said before he could finish his sentence and introduce you to his friends, "Ran?" He smiled at you. "Sure, princess." You were holding on his arm so hard that you almost dug your nails in his skin, but it was either that or you bursting into tears then there.

The moment you both were walking down the street away from the house, you sniffed still with an angry look on your face. Ran immediately stopped when he heard your sniffling, "Hey, Princess? What's wrong?" His boyfriend senses were beeping hard as he turned you to look at him and saw your eyes fighting to not cry, "What happened? Did someone say something, sweetie?" He cupped your face in his hands, and you burst into painful cries, making him tens and pulling you in his arms as he caressed your hair, "Why are you crying, my angel. Tell me, what's got you all upset?"

You shook your head, and he carefully pulled away to look at you. "That girl touched your hair." He blinked a few times and tilted his head to side."What are you say-ohh," he smirked, "Are you crying because you got a bit jealous?" How could he forget that his sweet girl gets jealous easily. You slapped his chest repeatedly, making him laugh, "SHE H-HAD HER HAND IN Y-YOUR HAIR!" You cried rubbing your eyes, and he pouted, "Hey, shhh, I'm sorry, come here. Now, now, don't rub your eyes with your hands. You'll irritate them, my princess." He removed your hands off of your eyes and looked at you with a sweet smile, “Hey, look at me. I’m yours, and no one can change that humm. Besides, how could I even care about other girls when my sweet, adorable princess looks so cute when she's angry at me." You chuckled and still hit his hand playfully, making him chuckle. "Come here," he pulled you in the longest hug placing his head on top of yours, "you're my one and only and I never wanna see tears in your eyes even if I enjoy you getting jealous over me." He rubbed your arms comforting you, "my beautiful princess, forever mine and I'll be yours forever. I love you. Come on, let's go home and I'll give you lots of lots of cuddles."

[biohorror-human]

what are some other “dogshit” takes you used to hold but dont anymore?

When I was in middle school I was pretty transphobic and anti-feminist because YouTube sent me down the conservative "crybaby lgbt needs special treatment" "feminist destroyed compilation" pipeline.

Used to think capitalism was "not great, but the best we have right now" up until like a few months ago. Which doesn't sound like much but I'm 18 so I was basically a different human 6 months ago compared to now. Cause like relativity or whatever.

Really, really recently I started using Tumblr. And I had never heard of TERFs before I got on here (I don't use ANY social media except YouTube which, let's be honest, doesn't count- and discord, which I only used to find people to game with / group call with friends. I was not active in any social servers.) and so when I came across "radfems" I was like "women's rights are super important, and there's not enough happening right now. Let's see what the RADICAL feminists propose as a solution" and basically it was just me trying to sympathize with their ideas and being called a moid and told to kill myself but still sympathizing with their movement because I thought they were just untrusting of men and I could prove myself somehow. After a few weeks of that I said "y'know what fuck this I don't want to be your punching bag anymore" at which point I got picked up by the tirfs (trans inclusive radical feminists) which was good for a bit but they're basically just intersectional feminists who are detrans and think that it's trans people's fault that they transitioned instead of their own, so I stuck around them from a distance and ultimately ended up leaving after I got into an argument with the user "tirfpikachu" (large name in the tirf community) which went like this:

Me: (long argument in the form of a reblog that basically just says "I don't think your analysis of this post is right and you're blaming this person for things that aren't happening")

Tirfpikachu (in dms): (*sends like 15 increasingly angry messages back to back to back and then blocks me)

Then I realized "wait, I never actually got info from the "TRA's" that the tirfs and terfs hated so much" and sure enough the "TRA's" are actually way fucking better than both of those groups. They're also not even a group, it's literally just trans people and all the terfs do is see a trans person with a bad take and then assume that everyone else believes that. So yeah I probably could've skipped a lot of pain if I just believed the trans people at face value. But I like getting hurt I guess.

That's all the big ones I can remember. I've only been doing my method of "getting into arguments to better understand things" since a few months ago (basically when I made this blog) so there's not much I've grown out of yet. Basically I just learned what Marxism was and with that lens a lot of my views changed practically overnight.

[ms-cartoon]

Now see? What I tell ya? What. Did. I. Tell. Y'all!

I knew they we're gonna do this! What I say, "instead of Stolas being in the wrong for how he treats Blitzo, they're gonna make the latter the bad guy for how he "treats" Stolas. Because blah blah blah, Blitzo doesn't love Stolas back, blah blah he's not considerate of Stolas's feelings for him, blah blah he's being mean, blah blah, he needs to give Stolas a chance."

This is what I said on my post about the trailer

There is so much that needs to be said about this episode, for now however, I need to discuss this little conversation turned argument between the fandom's main couple

A little off-topic, but first of all, I really don't like how Blitzo's feelings for Stolas are retconned in between seasons. He went from hating Stolas and dreading a night of sex with him to actually sort of liking him and being so afraid that Stolas might be bored with him that he'll figure out ways to impress him with a bunch of sex toys. Him worrying about how complicated it is with Stolas, being nervous and giddy about how the meeting is gonna turn out? Being excited about having a night of sex with him and thinking dirty thoughts?? I can't tell if it's just Blitzo being perverted and horny or what, but it doesn't feel right. It's like these two switched roles or something.

Cuz where the hell did all this come from???

We don't even get a scene with them after the Ozzie's incident. Blitzo just told Stolas to screw off before driving away that episode, and there was NO conversation about it! It was a whole "Now you see it, now you don't" after 3 episodes with the aftermath being through text instead of in-person.

It made it seem like Blitzo was just DONE with Stolas while reluctantly pursuing the agreement.

Now the show is just in and out with them acting like boyfriends to them feeling awkward and distant. Like Viv, Adam, whoever is in charge of writing these relationships-- pick a lane!!

Anyway, back to the topic

Like everyone has been saying that I 100% agree with, Stolas is just a self-insert of Vivziepop: As soon as Viv is called out by us critiques, she'll throw a fit, cry, and resent us because we don't like her or her show (or we do like the show to some degree, it's just lacking the potential that it needs), and we're saying things about her that she doesn't like (despite them being true), therefore, she won't hold accountability for these things. And this is how Stolas is acting. Blitzo is calling him out, Stolas doesn't like it despite it being true and he turns it around on Blitzo for thinking so negatively of him, and won't admit when he's wrong.

Is Viv doing this on purpose? I'm starting to feel like she knows what she's doing here?

What really grinds my gears is when after Blitzo tells him off, Stolas tears up, being the dramatic pity me crybaby BITCH that he is, and says this--

"I wanted you for so long. The fact that you couldn't believe that I might have these feelings about you, that your first instinct is- that it's always about sex. That's enough to know what this is."

I know he didn't- ARE YOU F**KING KIDDING ME!! That is literally THE MOST hypocritical thing he's ever said since he's existed in this show. I know I shouldn't be shocked at this point, but I am just so APPALLED that I want to laugh (I'm laughing right now). I had to hear that line more than two times to make sure I wasn't deaf when he said that.

So he mentions Blitzo not believing that he might have feelings for him the entire time, almost as if he's shocked by this. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe you don't believe that I'm in love with you!" Have you really given him any reason to believe you might be in love with him, Stolas??? Literally the first thing that came to mind when you two see each other for the first time as adults was, "You came here to ravish me, did you?" You sure as hell weren't loving him then! In what moment have you shown you might be in love him? And I don't want anybody bringing up any kind of excuse from season 2. Season 2 is a whole ass retcon anyway and Stolas's "love" for Blitzo just developed outta nowhere from ep 7 of season 1 to now. So none of it counts.

And then you have THIS part of the line--

"The fact that you think it's always about sex when I'm actually i'm love you."

No you stupid bitch!! That's you!

And then there's this---

"I didn't realize you thought so lowley if me."

Do I even need to explain anything to prove this how false these lines are??? Of course not! Cuz I feel like it should be obvious at this point. So instead, I'll put my "Reasons why I hate Stolas" post.

I swear, it's like the writers suddenly decided they wanna switch roles on these two. Where Stolas feels like Blitzo is messing with his feelings and Blitzo is the horny bastard who doesn't actually care about love when really it's the other way around on both ends. I swear this whole confrontation was thought out so poorly. Viv (or whoever is in charge of writing this EP) clearly doesn't keep track of what goes on in her shows. Or maybe she does, but she just doesn't care, and just changes things so that the story turns out the way she wants it without being logical about it. Stolas saying something like, "Your first instinct is sex." or "How can you not believe I'm not in love with you?" To Blitzo? It makes no sense!! Because sex was always on HIS mind!! HE hasn't shown ANY genuine love that didn't involve sex. So he shouldn't have ANY room to be judging Blitzo. They're whole relationship and the way that it is now; that's all STOLAS'S fault. Sure, Blitzo kind of started it so it's on him too, but Stolas was the one that pursued it despite Blitzo making it very clear he didn't like him. Not to mention he's been manipulative towards him.

I swear, I'm so done with Stolas. He better not pull this shit on his daughter istg. Ur feeling all sad cuz Blitzo doesn't live u back. Cry me a river you poor excuse for a father!

And I can't believe there are some fans out there that are siding with him too. Normally I wouldn't care what fans would think cuz sometimes, there's no changing their mind. But it's like . . . Did we watch the same show??

[9mysterybook6]

You are a despicable person Rhylie.

Lie upon lie

Do you really think you can easily solve the problem?

And again you pretend to be innocent

What the hell did you think you were doing?

Here are some things I'd like to talk about here.

It's all just FAT lies and guilt tripping

I mean seriously guys look at this part

(((But my family are broke, we don't have any money for visiting psychiatrist, my family told me that i'm literally autistic and I was trying to make a world a better place. But instead, i have make Everybody's lives miserable. Since my actions are getting outta hand…)))

Seriously, can you talk without making into a Greek tragedy story

Again, you are making yourself the victim.

The following is really annoying

The things that made me really angry In part autistic

She dares to use autistic it as an excuse.

you hit a MY nerve

I know autistic people better than anyone and I am 100% sure you are lying

And you insult them autistic as an excuse

shame on you

Evidence of my words is if you look at my previous posts and the way she write and speak

Do I have to remind you how she used to talk about minors in such a strange way?

And you tried to be more in control of the minors' blogs.

This is the talk of a controlling and toxic person.And also a lot of red flags,

You really are a hybrid between Meowbah and bella the wolf

You think it's nothing, just a game and you can do whatever you want

Then when you see a lot of hate on your bullying and your harassment on to people

You become like a neko girl With a tearful eye And you say sorry guys it's my fault Nay~😽

Then later you go back on your bullying and harassment.

You are just a crybaby, not an adult

The reason for calling this

You did not apologize to solosergiohd and zb189 Especially solosergiohd

You say you are a sensitive person.

This is funny to a sensitive person who has no problem drawing people you kill and curse them And enjoy torturing them

Your blog is full of fanfic And post about solosergiohd

You kept harassing the poor guy.

Do I have to remind you of what you said about me and Other before?

You do everything again and again

You will continue to harass people no matter how much you fake apologize.

You don't take things seriously, you're making fun of me and the others

But it's too late for you

As I said, the day of your judgment will be fulfilled.

And on this day you will suffer a lot for your actions and crimes.

Just YOU wait

[angel-kyo]

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Warnings: This started as something sweet, but turned into pain at the end. No proof-reading.

Also, in my mind, Shibuya and such? Did not happen.

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Twelve...

Meeting you hurt him, quite literally. You were running at full speed, probably with no destination in mind and pushed him with enough strength to make you both end up on the ground. Your mother apologized profusely to his caretaker. Both of you were only five.

And you decided to befriend him. That must have been the beginning of it.

Eleven...

"I don't want to be your friend anymore!", you were running away again because he had spilled orange juice over your new dress, the one you father had brought from abroad for your seventh birthday. "Apologize!", you cried.

"You're a crybaby, [name]."

Unlike other afternoons, you left his home early that day. He never told you, but he cried after you left.

He apologized the next day.

Ten...

You were moving to the other side of the country and he was going to turn ten years old in a couple days, so you gave him a ring, both as a birthday and a goodbye gift.

"Don't lose it, okay?"

It was too big for any of his fingers, so he enclosed it in his hand and saw you get in the car.

Nine...

His letters had made you think he hadn't changed much, but his voiced sounded a bit different now and you wondered if it was just because some people sounded different on the phone.

"Satoru, you should come for Christmas. It will be fun. My aunt is okay with it too."

You had invited him every year since you had left, three in a row now, but he had never been able to go, not even once.

"Next year, I promise."

Eight...

"[Name]?"

He splashed water on your face when you turned to him and you pushed him away.

"You are the worst. It's cold!"

It was New Year's Eve and he had fulfilled his promise. You had gone to the shore with your new friends and him, who had come all the way from Tokyo to visit for the holidays.

The sun was setting down when you suddenly spoke. "Satoru?"

"What?"

"I will go back to Tokyo next year. I... I want to go to Jujutsu Tech."

He did not say anything. Maybe he had assumed you would prefer living a normal life. It looked like he was wrong.

"Then we will go together", he smiled widely and you returned his smile. That settled it.

Seven...

"You were my friend first, you should agree with me!", he was almost pouting.

"I just think Geto is right. What is the point of being strong if you cannot protect the weak?", you looked at him and added smirking , "Stop pouting. You are a crybaby, Satoru."

He rolled his eyes. His friends were too righteous.

Six...

He heard your steps but could not bring himself to lift his head and just said "Please don't ask me why too."

"I was not going to", You sat next to him. "I know why", you placed a hand on his shoulder, "and I would have let him go too."

Satoru's eyes were closed. If he had opened them, maybe you would have seen they were full of tears.

Five...

You sat down in front of him and sighed. "He's finally asleep."

He looked at you. "How did you do it?"

"It was just a stomachache. He should be fine after taking some medicine."

It was his turn to sigh this time. "Thanks for coming over. When Tsumiki called, I didn't know what to do..."

"I checked the fridge and there wasn't much in there anyway. If you are going to take care of them, you should make sure they have some actual food around."

"Let's go grocery shopping tomorrow, hm?" He smiled.

You were not twenty yet and knew very little about kids, but still you returned his smile and agreed.

"I knew you would find a way to drag me into this."

Four...

"Here you are", Satoru looked down at where you were siting. You were cross legged, resting your back against a tree.

"He liked this cherry tree, it made him hopeful," you said, "'When the seasons change and all is nice to have something that stays', that's what he said."

"Do you want some company?"

You gave him an almost invisible nod and he sat down.

"Do you think Nanami is thinking of him too?"

Truth was he had not heard of Nanami in a while, but he nodded. It was impossible he wasn't thinking of him on the anniversary of his friend's death.

Three...

"[Name], I...", he was at a loss for words, but his expression must have told you something else.

You shook your head. "Don't. Just forget it, okay? I don't know why I said that. I don't expect you to feel the same," you forced a laugh and turned around, "I'm sorry..."

He suddenly felt too conscious of the ring on his pinky finger, the same you had given him for his tenth birthday.

He should have said something.

Two...

You rushed to him as soon as the news reached you. He was leaning against the wall right outside of the infirmary.

"Satoru...", you were panting. He knew you had run there.

His eyes were the saddest you had seen them.

When he told you he did not want to dispose of the body of his best friend, you only embraced him.

One...

It was Shoko the one who called him.

"Her wounds... I can't do more for her, Gojo. I thought you would want to see her in case she..."

He did not let her finish that sentence. "I'll be right there."

He made it just on time. Just on time to take it all back, to tell you he felt the same way, that he had not said anything because he needed you to wait for him to reset the world, but there was no point in waiting anymore, and if you wanted to curse him with love, he would be happy to let you do so.

Happy new year!

He was back on the shore where you had spent the New Year over a decade ago.

He had slipped his ring on your finger before you whispered your last words and he accepted them as a vow, but Shoko had returned it to him, and he now carried it around his neck.

Loving you had hurt him, but he would accept the end of it.

"We will meet in the new world."

[five0twooleanders]

I think that the whole “Anti Lando”, “Anti Oscar” situation is getting really out of hand.

Some “fans” (Can they really be called fans of Formula 1 when they are ready to jump at another driver’s throat as soon as he crosses their favourite?) are getting way too comfortable with blowing things out of proportion and spreading hate online to drivers who are quite literally just doing their job, and this can go from calling Lando an arrogant crybaby and Oscar an asshole to the shitload of hate that the McLaren strategists and Zak Brown are receiving for the way they are handling their drivers; let me be clear, I am all for critiquing a driver’s character or a team’s strategy while maintaining civil tones, for example I am the first who disagrees with Max’s tendency to blow his top off like he did in Hungary, and I also somewhat agree with what Nico Rosberg said about the McLaren drivers situation, but the key here is in the ‘maintaining civil tones’ part.

Is Lando just now fighting for wins after many years spent in the midfield? Yes. Is it thanks to the rocket ship of a car that McLaren built this year? Also yes, there is no denying it. Does this mean that he is less deserving of a championship than drivers like Charles, who have instead been consistently at the front of the grid for the past years? Maybe, (that could be my inner Tifoso talking) but what is he supposed to do? Just throw away wins and podiums because he supposedly doesn’t deserve them?

This is all part of the sport. Formula 1 is born from the simbiosis of the driver and the car, it has always been like this, that is what makes it different from mono-brand series and it’s the fine engineering that is needed to build those cars that adds yet another layer of beauty to F1.

And people are really getting mad at Oscar for overtaking someone and scoring more points, the thing that they are literally paying him for? He said explicitly that if the team had told him not to fight with Lando and instead defend him from Charles he would’ve done so, but they were free to race, so he raced.

Friendly reminder that those are my opinions, but I tried to be as neutral as possible. Also, please don’t come at me with the “You’re a Ferrari fan, you benefited from the fight in Monza, that’s why you say this” because before being a Tifoso I am a fan of whoever makes the Grand Prix interesting.

[tae-rambles]

Apologies if this was answered, but what are your thoughts/analysis about the natural way Oda portrays characters internalizing/repeating beliefs from others? Such as when Law word for word told Tashigi what Doflamingo had told him regarding "the weak not choosing how they die". It was rather baffling, because though Law and Doflamingo may share the "same eyes", to reiterate anything, even if true/you agree with, that someone you truly hate had said feels foreign to me (particularly because it doesn't necessarily feel like a scene where a victim hurts others the same way they were hurt?). Secondly, the amount of scenes Luffy has talking about his dislike for "weak people" or "crying" (Shirahoshi). I know Luffy had similar sentiments when meeting Shanks but to me, everytime he repeats it, I just see Ace talking. It almost feels like a subconscious way of holding onto a part of Ace. Interested to know any other instances you noticed!

Heyo, thank you for the ask and sorry for the very late reply. I was busy and then just kept getting distracted.

To talk about the scene with Law and Tashigi we first need to keep in mind that at that point, Doflamingo was basically living rent free in Law's head as he was so focused on taking revenge on him which must have triggerd a barrage of intense emotion of hatred, pain and fear on his psyche making him slip back into his sadistic habits that he gained after the Flevance genocide. So it isn't so far fetched that he subconsciously quoted the man he saw as an inspiration for three years when his mind was most vulnerable for manipulation. However, Law puts his own twist to the meaning of this quote. when Doflamingo says "the weak do not have the right to choose how they die", he uses it to justify murder. But when Law says it, he uses it to refuse Tashigi's request to kill her. "Murder isn't my style. I'm a doctor" (- Law in ch 918) - a principle he inherited from his parents and regained after Rosinante saved him and both his literal and metaphorical heart. In conclusion, Law saying that to Tashigi was a reflection of both the people who had the most influence on his minds and actions during the whole Dressrosa saga. The words may be the same as Doflamingo's but the heart of the message carry Rosinante's love - just like Law who acts aloof and grumpy on the outside but actually has a soft heart.

When it comes to Luffy hating "crybabies", i do believe he got those words to express his feelings from Ace. I'd also like to point out that all the characters Luffy told that too were younger than him (Koby, Shirahoshi, Momonosuke) so you could say he channeled Ace's big brother energy in those instances. But it is also important to point out that unlike Ace, who would scowl at Luffy when reprimanding him for being a "crybaby" or a "weakling" (note: this is not a dis on Ace, he was going through a lot and his bad attitude is understandable), Luffy has a big grin on his face (with Koby and Shirahoshi at least, i don't remember how exactly he was with Momo, i'd have to re-read, sorry) which indicates there's no real heat behind his words since we also know what it looks like when he actually hates someone (Luffy's expressions can be scary sometimes but it's also often times very deserved reaction).

There are plenty more instances of characters internalizing and repeating beliefs of others since inherited will is one of One Piece's main themes. Some examples off the top of my head:

Luffy's idea of what a pirate is came from Shanks

Nami's soft spot for children and love of tangerines inherited from Bell-Mère

Franky's "existence is not a crime" from Tom's speech about building ships/weapons

Iceburg revitalizing Water 7's economy by founding Galley-La like Tom did by building the sea train

Robin's love of history and her determination to preserve it from the scholars of Ohara

Shirahoshi refusing to hate humans to preserve Otohime's wish for the future

Chopper wanting to become the greatest doctor inspired by Hiriluk

Sanji refusing to kick women and fight with his hands to honor Zeff

Bonney believing in Nika like Kuma

Rebecca refusing to fight offensively to fulfill Scarlett's wishes of not staining her hands with blood

Yamato being inspired by Oden to seek his own freedom

Roger inspiring many to strive to become the Pirate King

and many more... i'd be here forever if i were to name all of them

Hope that satisfies your question and i'm again really sorry it took so long for me to answer

[mia-does-nonsense]

Walkis Gang Headcanons - Charles Contini:

Warnings: None; Some slight manga spoilers

Being the only third year and the oldest out of the Walkis gang, Charles is the closest thing to a Responsible Adult™ this motley crew of madlads have. He has definitely looked at his juniors and thought, "Wow, thank god I'm the only normal person here" (No, Charles, no you're not).

Charles had probably one of the happiest childhoods out of the whole gang, because like I said before, most noble families (+ Innocent Zero) are shit at raising their kids. It wasn't 100% that great at first because Charles' father was a dick to Charles and his mom, until Mama Contini had enough and divorced her husband when Charles was still a little kid.

Honestly, shoutout to Mama Contini. One of the few good parents in the upper crust of magic society, and the one who introduced painting to Charles. Her only fault is that she coddles him a bit too much despite him being literally eighteen.

Mama Contini didn't raise no fool, though, because any household chore that needs to be done, Charles does it without being told to and without complaints. He finds it preposterous that there's guys his age and older who don't know shit about cooking, doing their own laundry, or cleaning up after themselves.

Whenever Charles visits his juniors in their dorms, 7 times out of 10 he gets an aneurysm because of how disorganized they are ("Do you make your mothers clean up after you at home, you pigs?!"), and kicks them out of their own rooms so that he can clean the place up from top to bottom. Galuf and Malcolm are the biggest offenders.

GREAT with kids. If anyone at Walkis needs someone to babysit their little siblings, Charles is their guy.

In terms of his magic ability, Charles is strong enough to have a Secondths. He just didn't get a chance to use it during the Tri-Magicathalon because 1) the rules of the Whack-a Mole room prevented him and Lance from directly attacking each other and 2) he underestimated Lance that badly. (I have no idea what his Secondths could be though 😭)

His personal magic, Vorp, currently has a distance limit. Charles can portal himself to anywhere in Walkis and is therefore never late to his classes, but he can't, for instance, create an effective portal connecting his dorm at Walkis to his mom's house. He's working on being able to travel longer distances via portals and is also trying to expand the size of his portals.

He has definitely jump-scared people by suddenly appearing behind them. Even though it's mostly by accident, almost the entire Walkis gang thinks he does it on purpose, and Charles at this point is too tired to correct them. The first time Charles accidentally portaled behind Galuf, Galuf let out a high-pitched scream, and no one has let him forget it since.

I have nothing to back this up, but Charles gives me dorm prefect vibes.

Charles is, in general, a pretty cheerful guy; you just can't tell at first though because his default expression makes him look bored to death at everyone and everything.

An absolute crybaby when he was in middle school at Walkis. It was his first time away from his mom, and the rabbiphone wasn't invented yet, so the homesickness hit him like a truck every damn day for like about a year.

The rest of the Walkis gang is pretty certain that Charles has some sort of pocket dimension in his, well, pockets because whenever someone needs something, Charles always comes in clutch with that exact thing. Galuf's dry eyes? Charles always has eyedrops at the ready. Levis, Lovie, and Domina's hair keeps getting in their way? Charles' got so many hair ties, it's ridiculous. Kenny's feeling more chilly than usual? Charles is already pulling out a handmade scarf. Anyone sneezed? Not to worry, Charles has spare handkerchiefs. And of course, there's his rabbiphone.

If there's anyone from Easton that Charles would actually get along with, it would be Margarette because they both have 'maternal instincts'. Listen, just imagine these two having brunch and gossiping about the shenanigans their rowdy kids juniors get into at their schools. Heck, they'd probably try to out-mother each other like it's some competition.

For the love of god, do NOT leave Charles alone in the same room with Lance ever. They will throw hands (wands?) at the slightest provocation. Charles is incapable of withholding snide remarks, Lance's Divine Visionary status be damned, and Lance won't hesitate to put him in his place. The siscon vs mama's boy beef is eternal.