#sorry the artwork is so shitty I just needed to put something onto this post so it wasn' tlike. emptyyy

[contamination-zone]

not a request, but I was wondering if I could learn a little more about cb? Sorry if you had a post abt them and I just missed it, lol. They seem really cool and I like their design so I just wanted to learn more! /nf

thank youu! that's very sweet :-]

this is my fresh side-blog though haha I won't ah, be going that far into detail about cb that isn't like. ... heavily biased to and weighted in how he interacts with fresh. you can check out my main if you want ...?

here are some posts on my main [and two from my best friend, peachphernalia] that talk about/explain cb stuff: ref sheet, artwork reflecting his relationship with fresh, a diffrent older kinda shitty looking ref that still has correct info, cb hanging out with his OTHER friends [conductor and fizz]: 1, 2. and cirro but I have zero art of that public

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 3

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

Find the first parts on my masterlist.

Story continues under the cut. Enjoy the thirst!

[The amazing artwork belongs to @tokamiart, permission to post was granted, don´t repost!]

Clover and Simeon were giving out drinks at the bar.

The girl was handing over all sorts of bottles, glasses and ice cubes if needed. Simeon then put it all together with such grace and beauty that Clover often found herself gazing at him, until the brunet would turn to her with a smile and ask her to let go of whatever she had been wanting to hand him.

At one point, without any customers walking up to the bar, Clover sat down for a quick break.

"Tired?" Simeon asked, having decided to clean the counter in the meantime.

Clover chuckled at the sight. "Oh, is this going to be the classic 'I tell the bartender of my problems' scenario?"

The angel blinked in confusion. "I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about... But I'm always there to lend you an ear, if that's what you're aiming at."

"I'm fine", she laughed. "I was only joking... I must admit, though, you really suit this job. I'm sorry if I'm misjudging you, but how come an angel is looking so perfectly fit for serving drinks?"

Simeon blessed her with a chuckle. "Thank you for the compliment. As for your question... You might be surprised, but angels do know how to have some fun, too."

"Oooh" Clover grinned. "So the whole turning-water-into-wine thing wasn't just a myth?!"

At that, Simeon only put his finger close to his lips in a "shhh" sound, giving her a secretive little wink before both broke out in soft giggles.

A little while later, their attention got caught up by a situation at the tables.

Luke was cleaning dirty dishes off of an emptied table, when a demon approached him.

A little flustered, they exchanged a few words before Luke gestured towards the public toilets.

"He's doing so well" Simeon hummed, leaning on the counter as he watched his angel friend with a proud smile. "It had been very difficult for him to adjust to life in the Devildom... But I'm glad to see he is finally finding his own pace of things."

Clover's head jumped back and forth between the two celestial creatures.

"It's because he has a great friend who's watching over him" she smiled.

"Huh? Oh, no, I don't want to take any credit for that. It's all thanks to Luke's own strength that he's able to go through this so well."

Suddenly, Luke hurried over to them, a full tray of dishes in his hands.

He looked SO disgusted.

"Waaah... What's wrong with those demons...!" He let the tray slip onto the counter. "Has nobody here learned how to properly behave in a restaurant?! The tables are sticky, the food is all over the cutlery, or even worse...!"

He held up a fork.

... Or better, what was left of it. Which was only the handle. The upper spikes got bitten off almost completely.

"Who eats a fork?!?!", Luke cried out. "That's... That's... Ridiculous!"

Clover gave an awkward laugh, she got over the point of wondering long ago.

"I am pretty sure I know who would..." she mumbled.

And truly, stepping out of the kitchen, the culprit looked at the fork with a guilty expression.

"... Don't tell Lucifer" Beelzebub mumbled as he came closer. "He'll get mad if he sees that parts of the cutlery are missing..."

"... 'parts'?!" Luke repeated in disbelief. "You mean this isn't the only one?!"

"... Those were accidents..." Beel whined, holding his grumbling belly.

He let himself plonk down on a chair next to Clover, then huddled over the counter in a pout.

"Ugh... And what am I supposed to do with that now...?" Luke said.

"Hm..." Simeon thought. "Clover, Beel, could you watch the bar for a moment? Luke, let's go bring the dishes to the kitchen... And that thing into the trash."

They excused themselves after Clover gave her okay and Beel gave some kind of grumble.

The girl´s head drifted over to look at the demon...

And her heart skipped a beat.

She checked the situation.

His tail? Exposed.

His thoughts? In some far away land about food.

The others? Gone.

The perfect chance for a squeeze? Right fucking NOW.

Clover swallowed the raising anxiety in her stomach.

She had lurked around the angels in hope of squeezing one of their tails, but now that they were gone, she had missed that chance...

The more she thought about it, the more did Clover feel like hyperventilating. It was such a stupid thing to fuss over, but sadly, her habit of over-contemplating would always stress her out in unnecessary situations.

After what felt like eternity of convincing herself, she moved her arm.

Beel almost immediately turned his head.

"... You look like you want to eat me." He said.

"Wh-what?!"

His grumpy face mustered her.

"But I will eat you before you could possibly eat me, so don't even try."

Clover's already red face curled in confusion.

"I didn't want to..." she mumbled.

"Why were you staring at me, then?"

"I-I... Was thinking about how to help you with your hunger..." she lied.

"... Oh. Sorry for accusing you of something else, then."

"N-no, it's fine..."

Before Clover could talk herself into more bullshit, Simeon came back, and the holy boy was there to save her from her own misery.

"Beel" he called out. "Luke and I will soon return home for a bit. I can bring you some sandwiches, so stay strong, okay?"

"Simeon...!" Beel cheered as his euphoria made him stand up and engulf Simeon in a hug. "You're a true angel...!"

Clover felt quite shitty afterwards.

Beel hugging Simeon was an adorable sight, but she hated herself for being such a coward.

After dodging another encounter with Solomon, she had pulled back to help Belphie at the casino area, trying to get her mind off of the competition for a little...

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Alright. I hope you´re not bored yet, because the chaos hasn´t even properly started yet.

Also, nearing ourselves to half-time, now is a good opportunity to sum up a few events as well as the overall squish-score so far.

Violet was leading with a total of 12 points. Besides the mentioned scenarios, she had also encountered Mammon a second time, and she was lucky enough to find Luke having a life crisis over another eaten fork.

Heck, Violet even managed to squeeze Clover's tail once, and her friend hasn't noticed!

Clover, on the other side, has had a great start, but did rather poorly the later it got.

With five points, she only had another chance with Asmo, who, tbh, had been begging for someone to pay attention to his booty. (But to be clear, he did not notice the squish.)

Over time, she got desperate, but that only fueled Clover's fears of getting caught.

It nearly let her to internally quitting, if not for Violet to pull her back into the game once more...

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Most of the crew was busy working when the clock struck midnight.

A nearby bell tower announced the change of day -- and with that, also the change of clothes.

The customers as well as the staff looked up when a certain voice echoed through the speakers.

"Good evening, my sweethearts~!" Asmodeus cheered, sitting on the bar counter and waving at the crowd. "Or should I say good night? Good morning? I hope you are having a good one, to say the least!"

He gained a small round of laughter.

"Yes, yes, a cheery mood is what we want! And now that we passed midnight... It's time for a special surprise!"

He stood up onto the counter, striking a nice pose while smirking widely.

"Those with weak minds -- and weak ovaries -- should brace themselves, cause things are about to get hot~!"

The crowd applauded and cheered. A group of thirsty (asmodeHoes) fans threw in some... naughty exclamations, but Asmo had already jumped onto the floor again, gathering the staff members around him.

Barbatos at his side, he was handing out another set of clothing. "Please get dressed quickly", the butler said.

And so they went off...

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"VioLET."

"Cloverrrr..."

"I CAN'T go out like his."

"But... But Clover... You know what must be awaiting us outside..."

"ARGH... I'm not ready for that either..."

Clover was sitting on the floor again.

This time, their outfit consisted of a classic black playbunny suit, ears and tail still included of course, arm sleeves as well as a shirt's collar that was held together by a bow tie.

"Come onnn, I don't wanna go without you..." Violet protested.

"But HOW am I supposed to face those frickin´ snacks” Clover cried out. “I'm a fucking potato compared to them, also Violeeet, the moment I see any of them my mind will SIN and I won't ever be able to look into Simeon's eyes ever agai-"

They heard voices on the other side of the door.

"Woohooo, is that Lucifer?! Shirtless?!" They heard Asmo go. "And and, kyaaaa, Beel, those ABS!!"

The girls exchanged a glance.

Then dashed out of the womens' toilet once again.

Stumbling out of the room, however, there was no one to be spotted at all.

A little confused, the girls noticed too late how a cheeky Asmodeus had been hiding behind the door, pushing the latter shut to have a perfect view on his girls.

"Got you~!" he hummed, leading the girls to turn around.

He had a camera in his hands and seemed to be already filming.

"What a view~", he continued. "Could you do me a favour and turn around as well?"

"Asmo!!" Violet hissed, her cheeks gaining a pink blush out of angered embarrassment.

Not as much as Clover's face was heating up, though, as she prompted the demon to put his phone down.

"Not going to happen, sweetie~" he chuckled. "Devilgram will love those bashful expressions...!"

"WhAt?!" Violet covered her body immediately. "You WON'T upload this anywhere!"

"Uhmmm... That's kind of not possible, you know? This is a live broadcast."

"WHAT."

Then, another person stepped out of the males' bathroom.

"What's all the noise about?"

Lucifer's annoyed voice echoed through the corridor.

When he stepped closer, however, his attention got caught up by the girls' appearance.

"Oh~?" he purred, inspecting the girls (but Violet in particular hehe) with a pleased smirk on his lips.

"L... Lu..." Violet's voice broke off.

She just... Died. Nothing more to say about this, really.

Because only now both, Violet and Clover, realised that not everything of Asmo's bait had been a lie...

The demons were actually shirtless, their chests bare as they were wearing only arm sleeves and, in Lucifer's case, a bow tie around his neck, while Asmo's neck was decorated with a ribbon. Rather tight-fitting black trousers and the bunny accessories completed the look that had left the girls speechless.

Lucifer's smirk grew wider.

"No, that's no good... I think I will have to speak to the manager. Those outfits are way too distracting... Isn't that so, Violet?"

"H-huh?!" The girl did a little hop.

Thankfully, Asmo jumped in to her aid.

"Fufu~! Lucifer, do you mean the girls are getting distracted by us, or is it that YOU are getting distracted, hm~?"

Lucifer crossed his arms in a contemplative manner.

"Well... I admit to a pleasant view when I see one, so..." He pinned Violet down with his eyes. "I guess I will have to be extra careful from now on... Then again, I might need a more detailed view, just to be sure..."

Asmo gave an excited giggle.

"Lucifer, you beast~!"

Then Asmo turned to Violet again.

"But judging from her red cheeks, I feel Violet might think the same... Isn't that so, darling~?"

"U-uhm...", Violet stammered, trying really hard to make her brain function again. "Well I... Think there's no point in denying that... Uhm..."

She glanced over at Lucifer, but every time she did, her head got dizzy all over again.

"Go on, please" Lucifer suddenly said. "There is no need to deny what, exactly?"

And her brain got stuck in an endless loop of not being able to cope.

Lucifer seemed to have plenty of fun with that, so he kept teasing her for the time being.

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We do remember, however, that there was another still girl left to completely destroy.

And Asmo took it upon himself to achieve exactly that.

"Don't worry, Clover!" He said as he tackled the girl into a hug, simultaneously dragging her away from the two lovebirds. "You're just as charming, of course."

"Th-thanks..." Clover mumbled.

"Hm? You don't seem to believe me."

Clover pulled away, now only holding hands with him, giving a shrug. "You know what I think of my looks, Asmo..."

The avatar of Lust gave a sigh.

"There we go again... If you're so self-conscious… why don't we go ask for some opinions?"

"Eeh?!"

And if the god of fateful anime encounters had planned it, the remaining demon brothers happened to have finished changing as well. The door to the men´s bathroom swung open…

"Oh!" Asmo smelled his chance. "Look, there comes our audien-"

He got cut off by the weird sound Clover made.

In a single movement, she had let out a squeal that a human throat should not be able to do, had completely destroyed Asmo's pretty hand by squeezing it in excitement, while in the end she was hiding behind Asmo, only peeking over his shoulder to glance at the mass of hotness coming out of the bathroom.

"Clover…?" Asmo sounded confused.

"Too much hotness", she mumbled into his shoulder. “I can´t-“

"Huh?" Asmo sounded genuinely confused for a second.

Then a smirk curled his face.

"What?!" he spoke extra loud, extra dramatically, so everyone could hear. "What did you say, Clover?! You think they're all sooo hot?!"

"A-asmo, be quiet...!" Clover mumbled.

But he continued.

"What? You love how much skin we are showing?!" he yelled.

"Stop...!"

"Whaaat?! You'd even pay them to strip down even more?! Clover, you wild animal!"

She punched the demon in embarrassment.

The next second, a certain scumbag stood beside them.

"DiD I hEaR 'P-p-p-PAy'?!" Mammon stuttered, literal cash-symbols in his eyes.

Asmo grinned at him, covering Clover's mouth so she couldn't protest.

"Our dear Clover here wants you to strip for her~"

Clover shook her blushy head.

"That's not trrngh..." she tried to press out between Asmo's fingers.

Mammon stared at her for a moment.

"… 10.000 Grimm."

Clover had freed herself again.

"... What?"

"15.000 and I'll do pole dance too."

"MAMMON WHAT THE HECK."

The second born looked almost disappointed when Clover declined his offer.

But Asmo was already moving on with his mischiefs.

"What? Clover?? You want to do WHAT with Beel's abs?!?!"

"ASMODEUS, I'LL KILL YOU-"

"No you won't~" Asmo grinned, turning to give his brothers a view on Clover. "Guuuys, I need your help! I dare you to give this little lady a rating in this sweet costume of hers."

Most of them looked confused at first,

but, seeing one, her outfit, and two, how much she was unable to cope, a few were ready to assist in Asmo's tease.

"I'd need a full view to judge" Satan grinned.

"Yeah" Belphie agreed. "Could you turn around slowly, Clover? Maybe do some poses as well?"

Clover shot them some angry glares.

"... You could do that pose were you form ears with your hands…" Levi dared to add in a mumble.

"Hrrrgh...!" Clover was fighting her embarrassment. "All of you are awful... Beel over here is the only nice guy, honestly...!"

She glanced at him in a pout, hoping he'd defend her... Or at least say something as well...

"... So you're not going to pose for us?" Beel said in a pout.

Clover.exe stopped working.

"Fufu..." Asmo grinned. "See, my dear? Even Beel demands a show... Now come on, we're waiting~!"

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You can probably guess that Clover wasn't going to get out of this situation anytime soon.

While this part of the group enjoyed this mess of a person, let's switch back to the other girl whose brain was doing about as poorly.

Lucifer had kept Violet by his side, making sure she wasn't going to help Clover in her dilemma… Or going elsewhere in general.

However, one certain jealous bean soon couldn't bear that Lucifer was hogging Violet all for himself.

"Oi, Lucifer, back off of Violet already!"

And Mammon pressed himself in between them. "She's one of my humans after all!"

Visible displease grew on Lucifer's face as he got cockblocked yet again.

"And what would give you the right to claim her for yourself?" The eldest grumbled.

Mammon crossed his arms.

"... Because I just said so."

Lucifer pressed out a sigh, to then simply push Mammon's body away again.

"LUCIF-", Mammon hissed. "STOOP...!"

"You are distracting us, Mammon."

"B-but... That´s not fair…” he shouted. “M-maybe I want Violet to notice me as well!!"

Lucifer stopped, while most of the surrounding people went silent.

Then Levi gave a laugh.

"Oh my god MAMMON, that was so desperate lolol, SO uncool!"

Belphie spared him a pityful laugh. "Are you really that desperate for some attention, you idiot?"

The avatar of Greed was gritting his teeth.

"Hnngh... Shut up, all of you...!"

The situation around them escalated a little, even more so as Diavolo and Barbatos joined in on the chaos, having changed clothes as well.

But Violet felt bad, especially since she wouldn´t have expected Mammon to act like this. So, in a silent second where everyone seemed busy in their personal chaos, she sneaked over to Mammon.

After -- of course, what did you expect -- quickly poking his bunny tail, Violet also gave his shoulder a tap.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Mammon looked a little surprised, responding with a huff.

"...'s a wolf..."

"Huh?"

"Lucifer's a wolf!" Mammon repeated, awfully loud and both feared that the eldest brother had heard him.

A bit more timid, Mammon continued as Violet could only look at him in confusion.

"... Ya can't just go hop around in such an alluring outfit when there're guys like Lucifer around. He could go full beast mode and, dunno, do some weird stuff to ya."

Violet suppressed the nasty thoughts approaching her brain, her heart beating drastically as she mumbled a faint "I see".

"Ya human should better stick to the great Mammon! I'd treat you nicely, y'know."

Violet raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"... 'Treat me' how, exactly?" She asked in an almost teasing manner. "What were you planning to do, Mammon?"

And it landed a critical hit.

"I-I-I-I mean tr-treat as i-in... I'd protect you from all those beasts around you!" he stammered, his cheeks a blushing mess. "Nothin´ weird, I swear!! Its just… There's plenty of those beasts! Actually, maybe you should go home. If all the customers see you like this... Argh... I have to tell Clover, too...!”

He turned his head to search for the other girl, only to realise the group was about to return to their work. "Ahh... Oh no, she´s already been caught..." Mammon pressed out.

"Mammon" Violet called out again and treated him with a smile. "I assume you´re saying this because you´re worried about us, right? Thank you for that, you´re really a good friend. We're having a shift together later, right? So, until later, okay?"

He seemed confused again, but nodded in the end.

"Ugh... Fine... Just stay safe, ´kay? Promise!"

"I promise" she laughed, then Mammon finally seemed to have calmed down.

At least he was fine enough to turn around and go bother Levi with something.

Violet was watching them in amusement, then felt a presence behind her.

"Turning your eyes off of me already?" A deep voice purred almost right into her ear.

Ah, yes, there it was again, the drastic heart rate.

"Lucifer..." Violet turned around at the mellow voice. "I just wanted to tease Mammon a little. He seemed a little down."

"Sure, suit yourself..." Lucifer mumbled casually. "But I seem to be a little down as well... To think you'd end our conversation so quickly..."

Violet exploded into a puzzled blush.

"N-no... That's not... I ... You..."

Lucifer was pinning her down with his gaze, waiting for a coherent reaction. “Then how abou we pick up where we left? I think there´s something you wanted to tell me…”

"Y-you look... A-... Amazing..." she stammered.

"Hm? Could you say that again? Your voice appears to be awfully thin."

She breathed a heavily stressed breath. So Lucifer continued.

"Pardon me? Violet, you appear to be overheating. How come? I would assume your clothing is revealing enough skin to make that impossible..."

Aaand Violet's brain shut down as well.

"Should I help you?" he hummed, stepping even closer. "In comparison to you, I seem to maintain a way cooler head than you do..."

And, being the most flustered he has ever been, Lucifer continued to tease the shit out of Violet for as long as he felt the need to...

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The group was about to dissolve and (finally) head back to work.

The girls, however, had stayed back for a strategy meeting.

"This is bad", Clover blabbered as she was trying to calm down. "I couldn't get up to them with shirts on, how am I supposed to even TALK to any of them when they're in maximum sexy mode?! And it's not only maximum hotness, but did all of them collectively agree to unlock their secret teasing-modes, too?!"

Violet gave a blushing shrug. "... Are you complaining, though?"

"Hnngh... No... But I'm so short on points... If I don't start playing risky, I'll loose..."

Violet smirked at that.

"Yeah" she agreed. "That's a good idea. Look, Solomon's over there all alone, why don't y-"

"Nope” lover interrupted her immediately. “Not going to happen. Nope. I'd rather go up to the demon prince himself. I'd rather get killed by Barbatos TBH."

"Oh, you would get killed..." Violet shivered, thinking back of what happened in the store room earlier.

"Don't care" Clover persisted. "Like, come, demon lord, if I was to touch Solomon's tail today, you may kill me right this instant...!"

[jetsandbennie]

real wood.

summary: based off real wood by todd. you’re babysitting for joe and he’s late coming back. 

warnings: smut (18+), male receiving oral, daddy kink

pairing: joe mazzello x black reader

Joe was supposed to be back at 9.

You put Joey and Lily to bed at 8. You are fairly impressed with yourself for getting the kids to bed so early - and they’re young, 6 and 4 respectively, and they were out within minutes. You shut their doors and turn on their nightlights, because Joe told you that they can’t sleep without them on. You retreat to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and flicking through the channels on the television and settling for some basketball game. And you don’t really enjoy sports, truthfully, but it’s good background noise as you swipe through your Instagram.

At 9:10 you aren’t that bothered by his lateness. Whatever - it isn’t as if lying on the couch for hours was something unusual for you and your plans for the rest of the night began at 10 so you had time, anyway. You got up and went to the bathroom, and then got a glass of orange juice to take back to the living room. Joe made it a point to tell you that anything in the kitchen was free for you to use, though that was the extent of your conversation with him before he left. He was in a bit of a rush, you thought, but he told you that Joey and Lily should be put to bed no later than 9, and then he kissed the two of them goodbye and left.

You only feel better about yourself for getting them to bed that early. But the three of you had played outside for a while, drawing with chalk on the driveway and then playing tag in the backyard, and they were both exhausted. They’re two of the sweetest kids you’ve babysat for, really. They didn’t throw a tantrum when you said they couldn’t have ice cream and when Joey dumped his water bottle over Lily’s chalk drawing she didn’t even tear up - just laughed and drew over his artwork and then asked you to write her name on the driveway.

When 9:30 rolls around you start to get nervous. Your friend texts you and asks where you are and you tell her that the guy you’re babysitting for isn’t back yet, and then you pad your way into the kitchen. Joe left his phone number on the counter and you send him a text, asking if everything is alright. You don’t want to sound hostile, really. But it is slightly bothersome considering you do have plans, and all you’re doing now is watching two shitty basketball teams. You drink your orange juice and refill your glass, and then you get a FaceTime notification from your best friend, and she’s ranting to you about how rude it is for this guy to tell you 9 and then be nearly a half hour late. You agree, of course. But surely Joe will have an explanation.

Like he got caught in traffic.

Or something.

At 10 you’re more than a bit mad, because your plans are ruined and your friends are going to be mad. You’re supposed to be at home, deciding whether to straighten your hair or leave it curly, swiping on your favourite lipstick, blasting your favourite song. And instead you’re - curled up on Joe’s couch, finished with your third glass of orange juice, and he won’t answer your fucking texts.

And with the kids asleep you have absolutely nothing to do. You aren’t hungry or you’d go and look for snacks in the kitchen, and your friends are posting videos of each other on their Instagram stories, so it only makes you sad to look at. You spend nearly ten minutes looking through channels again and land on the beginning of Pretty Woman, and you suppose if you have to stay at a near stranger’s house for an hour longer than you were meant to, watching a cinematic masterpiece is the ideal way to spend it.

15 minutes later you hear the doorknob wiggling, and you push yourself so you’re sitting up, hearing the door open and shut and then footsteps make their way down the hall. You raise your eyebrows at Joe once he finally makes his way into the living room, gazing down at you with a slightly guilty glint in his eyes, and the anger you’d been feeling slowly begins to chip away.

“Hey.” Joe brings a hand up to his hair, running his fingers through his locks. You watch him with slightly wide eyes, taking in his entire appearance - his dark jeans and sweater, the bags beneath his eyes, his pale face. Well, he looks a bit worse for wear. But you don’t suppose you can judge - he’s a father and an actor and you’re sure that takes quite the toll on a person. “I’m sorry. I know I was due a couple of hours ago -”

“It’s fine,” you say, even though you were angry about it fifteen minutes ago, because you don’t want him to think you were mad.

“Things just kind of got away from me. It wasn’t that I wasn’t checking the time - it was that I didn’t have any time to even talk to you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Joe makes his way back into the kitchen and you stand up, following him, feet bare against the carpet. You were always taught never to wear shoes inside someone else’s house but clearly Joe doesn’t care, considering his sneakers on his feet. You lean back against the counter as he pulls out his wallet, flipping through stacks of bills, and you look away instinctively. Something about the watching someone get money to pay you makes you uncomfortable though, admittedly, it shouldn’t. There’s no point of you doing this if it isn’t for the money. And college doesn’t give you a lot of opportunity to work during the week.

He grabs a few bills and then shoves his wallet back into his jean pocket and holds them out for you. It’s more than you’d expected, or ever got from anyone - eyeballing it you would say about $300, and for the easiest babysitting gig you’ve done it seems like so fucking much. God, Joey and Lily are the sweetest kids you’ve met. $300 is just -

“Joe, I can’t accept all of this,” you tell him, reaching out to take the money anyway. “Come on.”

Joe shakes his head slightly, pushing the money towards you. “No, no. You’ve earned the extra, believe me. I know what handfuls they can be.”

“Oh, not at all.” you shove the money into your pocket anyway. You’ve never been one to turn down cash, and you certainly need it. “Really, they were great. We played outside and they were in bed by 8. Easy-peasy.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You got them to bed that early? Jesus, think you’re better with them than I am.” There’s a small pause, a break in the conversation. “Well, I did see the chalk outside. Really think it livens up the look of the house. And I know they love chalk.”

You smile, bracing your palms on the edge of the counter, looking down at your toes. “Yeah, they do. We played tag and did chalk and came inside to eat. And then they were out.”

“I don’t think I’ve been quite so impressed with a babysitter before,” Joe tells you, and your cheeks heat up slightly. It’s a silly compliment but it makes you happy to hear anyway. “Well, you’re guaranteed another gig if you’d like it. Of course if the time kind of - spills over like that again you will get the extra cash. Each and every time. And I’m sorry that I kind of destroyed your night there.”

“I’d love to watch them again. They’re absolute angels.”

Joe leans back against the counter next to you, smiling slightly. “I think it’s kind of good for them to have a female presence in their life, you know? It’s important.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What about their mom?” After a few seconds you pause and then shake your head. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Sorry.” Your mother used to tell you that you were too nosy for your own good but you never really understood what she meant until now. Really, it was the exact opposite of your place to be asking him questions about the mother of his children. Surely there were issues there if he ended up as a single dad to two children, and while you’d love to get the scoop on it -

“No, it’s fine,” Joe tells you, and you look over at him, your eyes meeting briefly. You’re relieved he isn’t making you feel embarrassed about the rather invasive question because you’re certain you’d melt into a puddle if he got angry with you about it. “She just doesn’t really care.” You nod slowly, mind whirring with interpretations of what he means. Then Joe adds, “You care, though. That’s good. Attractive.”

“Attractive?”

He laughs a bit. “Attractive is the wrong word. Didn’t have too many words to pick from there. God, I need a drink.”

With that he pushes himself off the counter, heading over to one of the cabinets, and when he opens it you can see the assortment of alcohol bottles inside. Well. If you’d known about that perhaps you wouldn’t have opted for the orange juice. You watch as he pulls out a bottle and then grabs a glass, pouring a bit of the liquid into it, and you can’t help the question that falls off your lips. “Can I have one?”

You fucking idiot.

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you drum your nails against the marble countertop. No, technically, you’re not old enough to drink in the eyes of the law - in a few months you will be - but you think you deserve a drink. For the emotional distress his lateness caused you. “Are you telling me you seriously waited until you were 21 to have your first drink?”

Joe hums slightly. “Touche, I guess. Just don’t tell anyone I’m letting you drink. But it’s been a long night - I suppose I could use some company.” And with that he reaches into the cabinet of glasses and pulls out another, pouring more wine into it, and your eyes widen slightly. You’d never, truthfully, had a glass of wine before. Mainly just drank it out of red solo cups or straight from the bottle, and perhaps Joe saw your shock, because he laughs and pushes the glass towards you. “This is typically how we non-savages distribute alcohol, you know. In glasses. One for you and one for me, come on.”

So you reach out and take your glass, and then make your way to the kitchen table. You slide into a seat and Joe sits next to you, taking a sip of his wine, and you take one as well. It certainly isn’t good - though it’s one of the better tasting alcohols you’ve had, admittedly. And this is pretty much what you’d be doing with your friends right now, minus the hot single dad drinking with you, so you take another sip and then set your glass down on the table.

“Hey, hey.” Joe reaches towards the center of the table where there’s a stack of a coasters, and you lift your glass up, eyebrows raised, so he can place one down in front of you. You rest your glass down on top of the coaster, a smirk on your lips. “Keep it on the coaster. The table is real wood, you know?”

You pick your fucking glass up again and take another longer sip, holding the wine in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it down. They’re not kidding when they call alcohol liquid courage because it’s coursing through your veins, making you a thousand times more confident than you usually are, and you push your glass and your coaster away from you and scoot your chair closer to Joe’s. In any other circumstance, if it wasn’t 10:30 at night and you weren’t drinking with an absolute DILF you would never have the guts to do it but you reach your hand in, placing it on Joe’s thigh and then moving it upward until your palm is pressed against his cock. “Is this real wood?”

He inhales sharply, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, and you look up at him with a slightly guilty grin. “Oh. Well - I guess. I guess it is.” Joe swallows as you rub your hand against his dick, leaning his head back with a heavy breath. “Why are you - doing that?”

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, voice soft and sweet and the opposite of what you’re doing to him. “Because I think you’re really handsome. And I like you a lot.”

When you look up at him again his eyes are squeezed shut, fingers running through his hair again, and you can’t help the smirk from working at your lips. You know what you’re doing to him, if the way his cock hardens beneath your hand says anything. And your panties are damp, now, though you reckon they have been since he first walked into the living room.

Joe’s fingers rub circles into your wrist and it does absolutely nothing to halt your movements. “You can’t be attracted to me. I mean, I’ve gotta be at least twice your age.”

“I’m 20.”

“Almost twice your age, then.”

You stick out your bottom lip and Joe brings his hand up to your hair, working through the ends of your thick curls. “I want to fuck you.” Your hands go for the zipper of his jeans and you slowly tug it down, listening to the teeth parting from each other, but before you can reach into his pants to tug his cock out his fingers tighten so your wrist is immobilized. “Please?”

He pulls your hair so you’re looking at him, and you can see the way his breathing picks up. His other hand is wrapped around his glass, and he brings it to his lips to take a sip before setting it back down on his coaster. “That’s very - flattering - but I’m not sure if that’s a great -”

Taking one deep breath you bring your head up to his, pressing your lips firmly against his. You throw one arm around his neck, getting up off of your chair, and he moans into your mouth. He tastes of the alcohol you’d been drinking and yet - it’s so much better than the dumb wine. He tastes like a medley of all of your favourite things and you don’t think you could stop, now, even if you wanted to.

Joe doesn’t seem like he wants to, anyway, if the way he grips your hip to pull you closer to him is any indication of how he feels.

“You seem like you like this,” you murmur as you pull your mouth away from Joe’s.

“I admit it’s been far too long.” Joe presses his forehead against your stomach, bracing his hands on your back, and when he speaks his breath is hot even through your shirt. “We have to be quiet. They’re just upstairs.”

Well, you already knew that. The last thing you want is for Joey or Lily to disrupt you and Joe during your activities, because you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes if that ever happened. Joe pulls his head away from your stomach and then reaches up to grab your face, hands on your cheeks, and then he leans up to kiss you again. You drag your fingers along his scalp, squeezing his hair lightly, whimpering into his mouth. He swallows your noises with ease, and you can feel his smirk against your lips.

“Get on your knees,” Joe breathily demands, and you don’t hesitate before obeying. His legs spread so you can situate your body between them, leaning forward to press a kiss against his clothed cock, and his hips jerk ever so slightly. Quickly he regains his composure, taking another deep breath, and then he presses his finger against your chin to lift your head up to look at him. “You’re going to do everything I say, right?”

You nod. “Yes … daddy.”

Joe’s fingers tighten on your chin and he lets out a low moan. Your eyes widen at his reaction - you hadn’t pegged him for a daddy kink type of guy but he certainly seems to like it. Your hands reach into his pants until you can tug his cock out, and your mouth nearly waters just at the sight of it. He’s - he’s bigger than you’d expected, thicker than he is long but not lacking in either department, and you wrap your hand around the base. Surely you can fake confidence with this. Your thumb swipes against his slit, collecting the precum that had started to gather and then you begin muping your hand up and down his shaft, relishing in the noises he’s releasing.

“Real wood, isn’t it, baby?” His voice is lower, now, and you nod slowly. “Suck my cock. Come on, suck my cock like a good little girl.”

You look up at him, eyes boring into his, and then you lean forward, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Joe’s breathing falters, hand working its way into your hair, and when your tongue traces a thick vein on the side of his cock his nails dig into your scalp. To the degree of pain, almost, but it adds onto the experience.

The pads of his fingertips smooth your scalp when he forces his nails away from your skin. You press a soft kiss to the tip of his dick and then wrap your lips around him. You start with just his tip, flicking your tongue against him, and then you take more of him into your mouth until he’s poking the back of your throat, and you stay like that for a minute before pulling off of him.

“Doing so good.”

The comment only motivates you to keep going and you don’t want to stop. You want to force him over the fucking edge with just your mouth, give him the best orgasm of his life. Make it so he’ll never be able to fuck anyone without thinking of you. Your mouth, your cunt, your hands. He’ll be thinking of you for weeks, months, years, never letting the thought of you leave his mind. Forever thankful that he gave in to you, grateful that he decided to call you to babysit his kids.

You want to ruin him.

“Open your eyes - yeah, look at me.” You look up at him through watery eyes, forcing as much of him as you can down your throat, and Joe throws his head back with an exceptionally guttural cry. You reach your hand up to press it against his mouth, muffling his noises, because you never want this to end for any reason. If Joey or Lily comes downstairs … you’re sure you’d be miserable. “So fucking good,” Joe groans, like white noise against your hand, and his hips jerk up into your mouth. You gag around him and his hand in your hair pushes you further down onto him, and with anyone else perhaps you’d feel disrespected but this is all you want. You wouldn’t tell him to stop for anything.

Your hand strokes what you can’t fit into your mouth as you work your mouth up and down his cock, tongue swirling around his tip, and you can feel his breathing - hot and moist against your hand, and you’re so turned on you could scream. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck, feeling rather than hearing him groan out into your hand.

“Come up here.” Joe pulls your head up and you push yourself up so you’re standing, throwing your legs over his hips so you’re straddling his waist. HIs hands go to your hips as he leans forward, kissing you with vibrant intensity, and you whine into his mouth. You still have the taste of his cock in your mouth and it’s good, an array of tastes, and he’s really such a wonderful kisser. “You want to ride me?”

Yes!!!

“Please.” it’s a soft pleading, and you rock your jean covered core against his achingly hard cock. With every swipe of the denim against his dick his breathing picks up just a bit more, but then Joe reaches for your zipper, pulling your jeans down your thighs, and you shift in his lap so you can rip them off and litter them on the kitchen floor. Joe presses his thumb against your clit through your thin cotton panties - you wish, oh you wish, you’d chosen to worn something a bit sexier, but Joe doesn’t look as though he minds in the slightest. In fact, he looks at you like you’re his meal for the evening, and it makes you even more desperate for him. “Please, Joe, want to fuck you. But I don’t think I can be quiet.” He lets out a dry laugh. “No, it’s not gonna be quiet. That’s alright. They sleep like a log - two logs - they sleep - whatever. Need you on my fucking cock now.”

You reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up over your head before dropping it on top of your jeans. Joe brings his hands up to your back, working at the clasp of your bra until it’s off, and then he tosses it to the ground. You’re nearly completely nude and he’s still dressed, and it makes the situation oh so much more erotic. If that’s even possible. “God, look at this body,” Joe murmurs, and then he leans in to wrap his lips around your nipple.

Your breathing picks up as his hand goes to your other breast, kneading your soft skin until he’s adjusting his position to switch which tit he focuses on. You swear no one else has made you feel this good, and your hips are still grinding against his cock but you need him in you now.

Joe reaches for your panties, tugging them aside, and then he lines himself up at your entrance. Your eyes meet his, and you lean in to kiss him again as you slide down onto his cock. You moan - loudly, too loudly - and he rests his palms on the backs of your thighs, pushing you further down onto him.

“Holy shit,” you whine, rolling your hips once experimentally. “Oh, god, Joe - feels so good.”

“You’re so tight, baby,” Joe grunts into your ear, kneading your thighs. “God, so wet and tight for me.” There’s a short dialogue pause and you lift yourself off of him, palms braced on his shoulders before sliding back down with a whiny moan. “You should babysit more often.”

Yes, you absolutely should. You’d babysit full time for him if it means more of this.

Joe watches himself disappear inside of you with every one of your bounces, pressing his thumb firmer against your clit until you’re crying out. His sweater has quite literally become a sweater, and you slide your hands down it to feel his sweaty back. You’re sure you’re feeling similarly clammy, and your thick curls make the back of your neck feel even hotter. He leans in to kiss your neck, tongue swiping against your skin, and you sob out loudly.

“Keep it down, baby girl,” Joe tells you in a low voice, rubbing his thumb in hard circles against your clit. Your entirely too sensitive nub is throbbing for him, the pleasure overwhelming, like a hurricane blasting through your body. Your cunt clenches around his cock and Joe groans, the noise going right into your ear, and you slam your hips back down against his. “Can feel your clit throbbing for me. Does it feel good?”

You don’t reply. Hardly feel like you have the ability to - hardly feel like you have the ability to do anything except work at his cock.

Joe brings his hand from your clit to your throat, wrapping his digits around your neck, and when you make to moan again it’s strangled by the small amount of pressure. “I asked you a question, baby girl.” “Y - yes,” you whimper, hips stuttering to a slower pace. Your legs are brutally exhausted already, and you’re not sure how much else you can take. “God, feels so good. So - so good.”

His hand moves from your throat back down to your clit, dragging lazy circles against your skin. Your breathing is pathetically heavy and you drop your forehead against his shoulder, slick with sweat, rolling your hips slowly against his cock. With every grind your clit rubs against his fingers and it’s good, so good, and you’re sure this is going to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had because it’s never felt so fucking wonderful like this.

“Do you want to cum?” Joe asks lowly, and then his other hand goes up and lands harshly down on your ass. You yelp and he hisses at the noise. “Quiet, baby girl.” Another smack and then another, and you’re sure you’re going to be sore tomorrow but it’s entirely worth it.

“G-Gonna cum, Joe,” you cry, tossing your head back, pressing your chest out. Joe spanks you again, smirking at the confusion barely masked on your face.

“You don’t get to fucking cum without asking me.” It’s blunt and you squeeze your eyes shut, pussy clenching around his cock as he lands another slap down on your ass. “I don’t want to have to punish you.”

No, you don’t really want that either.

“Please, please, Joe, let me cum. I need to cum, Joe - please.” The pleads are like a chant off your lips. Joe moves his hand to your hips, helping you up and down on him, hips bucking up to meet yours.

Your moans mingle together in the otherwise silent kitchen - yours higher pitched, his lower and more guttural, and it’s the most attractive mixture of sounds you’ve heard. Joe presses his thumb against your clit, feeling the way your walls tremble around him, and then he says, “Wanna cum with you.”

You nod desperately. “Please let me c-cum!”

“Cum for me. Now.”

You don’t have to be told twice, slamming onto his cock, and you’re cumming catastrophically - legs trembling and eyes rolling back into your head. Your hands on his back keep you from toppling backwards because your body feels so weak it’s definitely a possibility, and you’re yelling out without sparing a single thought to the kids upstairs. You couldn’t hold back these noises if you tried, and even when Joe slaps his hand over your mouth it hardly muffles it.

When he flies over the edge it only prolongs your own orgasm - the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls, how he’s rocking your hips against his ever so slightly. His noises are lower and quieter than yours, though maybe he has more practice in silencing his noises.

You don’t. And even if you did you don’t think it would make a difference. He’s too fucking good.

Joe lands another smack down on your ass, and then he brings your head down to kiss you again. You’re finally still on top of him, your heart beating uncontrollably and sweat dripping down your back, but when he kisses you it feels like coming home. It feels perfect, almost. He wraps both of his arms around your back, holding you close to him.

“Just - stay here for a minute,” Joe tells you, and you nod. You wouldn’t even think of moving, anyway, and you’ve never been more overjoyed that someone was so late.

[franeridart]

hey I hope you're happy (since you obviously deserve it)

!!!!!!!!!! Thank you??? I hope you’re happy too, anon!!!

Anon said:Wow Tetsutetsu and Kaminari like a couple? Really? Ok, that is interesting, but I don’t know if it is possible. Why do you put them together?

I mean, it’s a crack ship, being possible isn’t really its point haha they’re not supposed to make much sense, as far as canon goes? If I remember right they do come from the same prefecture, so maybe they knew of each other/ knew each other before UA, but as far as I’m concerned my interest in the ship comes from the quirk compatibility, really. It’s nothing I put much thought into, and I do have many ships for both of them I like better, but the idea of the two of them together is fun so why not

Anon said:The kamitetsu was really cute!!! It was also really super cute when two people spoke at the same time/had the same thought you mixed their colors!!! That was honestly a very nice touch and cute! I love your art it makes me so happy!

AHHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! And I’m glad you liked that, for a while I thought mixing the colors like that was gonna make it confusing hahaha

Anon said:Just stopped by to say your artwork makes me so incredibly happy, and always improves my day!! I hope you have a great rest of the year because you deserve it!! Thank you for everything you do!

Sob thank you so much for taking the time to send this message!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!

Anon said:I’m sorry for clogging your inbox with this (you don’t have to write back), but wanted to say I hope you feel better real soon and also to say thank you (so very much!!) for sharing your art. Selfish of me to say so, but it really really has cheered me up after a bad day. Lots of love to you!

I’m!!!! So happy I could help you feel better, anon!!!!! I hope your day is going 100x better, right now!!!! And thank you for the well wishes ;u;

Anon said:have you thought about this or what do you think about it?: Tokoyami / Mina ?

Never thought about it before, actually :O but why not? I’m not sure they’d work as far as personalities go, but they’re definitely aesthetically pleasing next to each other! Their designs work well together haha

Anon said:*Climbs out of the chimney, covered in soot and very disgruntled* I’ll have you know, good sire. *Tips hat.* That I just read the entirety of the Dgray man because of your laven art. And I- *Dabs at eyes, voice cracking* -am having more feelings than I ever wanted.

AAAHHHHHH I’M SORRY FOR THE UNWANTED FEELS but I’m??? so glad you decided to check the manga out????????????? I hope you liked it oh g o d that manga is my life !!!

Anon said:This isn’t like a “secret request for a drawing” but don’t you think there needs to be a hug between Deku and All Might somewhere in the manga?!? I mean c'mon, Deku cries at the drop of a hat, someone give the boy a hug! Plus, I feel like All Might is a kind of father figure for Deku!! Sorry, I just needed to get that out XD. Love your artwork though!! My heart skips a beat at the sight of it. And my love for Baku and Kiri has been extended.

We actually had one tho!

an heartbreaking moment I 100% understand why you’d remove from your memory tbh, I cried, I’m still crying

Anon said:OOF i love your OCs..

Anon said:Heyyy I just wanted to say that I love your art with all my heart and the cat person/dog person one was so lovely.. I’m weak to kiribaku with animals.

So am I anon aaahhhhh !!!!!!!!! and thank you so so so so so much!!!!

Anon said:Just curious… do you have a personal favorite of your own art that you’ve posted?

Hmmmm not really, but if I had to pick one it’d be this one (which… does say something about my process and how to make it better……..) (a something I’m willingly ignoring) anyway usually what I’m the most satisfied with is the last thing I’ve posted haha

Anon said:Your art style brings out Kirishima’s adorableness even more. Holy heck I love how cute he is when you draw him. (And Bakugou and the rest of the kids too!)

THANK YOU!!!!!! I think it might be because I find him so incredibly cute, so I try to portray just how cute I think he is the most hahaha I’m glad I’m managing that well enough!!!!

Anon said: Hello~ Sending some love because you deserve it! I was having a shitty day (as always for me these days) and saw your Baku and Kiri cat & dog art and instantly felt a little better. My heart always feels lifted, and a smile replaces my tears, when I see your beautiful art! Even the kinda sad ones. If my heart hurts a bit from the sad arts, at least it’s because of the love expressed in the piece, and not heartache from personal things. Thank you, as always, for sharing your work.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for the kind words oh my god!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:IS BAKU WEARING A RED RIOT SHIRT AND DOES THE DOG HAVE A RED RIOT PAULDRON COLLAR AND IS KIRI WEARING A BAKU SHIRT

YES TO ALL OF IT!!!!!! :D

Anon said:i just want to tell you i’m now 10000 times gayer than i was before i’m blushing so much at your latest bakushima art… it’s sososo Good, i love you

:O thank you!!!!! I love you lots too!!!!

Anon said: I see you ship Bakugo and Kiri together. Why do you ship them? Just wondering cause i love hearing why people ship certain people. P.S: i soooooooo ship them as well.

God, that’s one hard question to answer easily - I somewhat talked about it here? tho it was more specifically about why chapter 90 kills me haha but yeah to sum it up I’d say that my favorite ship for Kirishima is Bakugou because I think he’s the one that understands Kirishima best, the one that’s been there the most for him when Kirishima needed it, the one that always knows what to say to him and the one Kirishima holds onto when he needs strength, he’s the one that’s shown the most concern for Kirishima and the only one that’s actively done something to make him feel better when Kirishima needed it. He’s the one Kirishima gravitates towards the most and the one Kirishima shows most sides of himself to, too. And my favorite ship for Bakugou is Kirishima because Kirishima’s the only one that actually tries to see behind Bakugou’s anger, the one that since the start looked at him rage and saw a teen in pain, the only one that actually knows how to talk to him and the only one that doesn’t even need to try, he’s just naturally Bakugou’s perfect match in personality. He’s the one that likes Bakugou as he is, for what he is, not part of him but all of him, completely. He’s the one that’d risk his life for Bakugou no questions asked, and he’s the one Bakugou’s the most willing to spend time with, the one Bakugou talks to and shares with and accepts help from. 

I like the relationship they share with each other the most out of every other relationship they have with other characters because they’re comfortable with one another and care for one another in an active way, do everything they can to make sure the other is happy and safe. Because they’re each other’s strength and greatest ally and best friend. I like that they’re aware of each other, that they know each other, that they like each other - not in a subtext kind of way, but in an obvious, on screen, there-was-a-chapter-in-which-that-was-actually-spelled-out way. I like how Kirisihima always knows what’s up with Bakugou, and I like how he’s the proxy to go to when people don’t know where Bakugou is, and I like that he always knows. I like that it’s implied they spend a lot of time alone together. I like that Kirishima said that Bakugou has a broken way of talking, but he isn’t a bad guy and he can’t say he dislikes how Bakugou tends to make enemies left and right, and I like that Bakugou took his hand and smiled at him. I like that Bakugou never yells at him and always calls him by name and never ignores him, and I like that Kirishima calls him out on his rudeness but still likes him and supports him and follows him. I like their relationship the most because it’s the most important relationship for either of them, because it’s healthy and equal and happy, and I ship it because seeing it as romantic from where they stand now, to me, isn’t a huge step at all

And I like this ship above any other ship, even above the ships with other characters that share similar relationships as far as support and love goes, because they’re fun, and rowdy, and bright and loud and dynamic, and I have fun thinking about them interacting more than I have fun thinking about anyone else. And because they’re separately my favorite characters, and I think together they’d be the happiest they could ever manage, and I really, really want that for both them. To be happy with the person that understands them the most and loves and supports them the most, and with whom they can be the most comfortable and open and at peace. I think they could be home to each other, really. They’re a pretty obvious ship, to me haha

Anon said:My dude! Have you seen the trailer for the new Guillermo del Toro movie? Shape of water? It has some similarities to your shark kiri au!

I’ve read some things, yeah :O hadn’t really linked it to the AU tho, that’s an interesting observation !!!!

Anon said:the RR on baku’s wristband is for Red Riot, i assume? :)

YESSSS I tend to dress Bakugou in Red Riot merch a lot hahaha

Anon said:FRAN oml those bakugous??? Are amazing???? I love love love the lines so much they look so good and clean and sharp and I don’t have words but they’re just so so good the poses are amazing and ahhhhhh you did??? So good?? I feel like you’re constantly improving so much it’s amazing ahhhhhh I’m so in love w ur style I !!! Hope ur having a lovely day!!! Bless you

THANK!!!! YOU!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!! Holy shit I’m crying !!!!!!! g o ds o

Anon said:Hi! I’m new to the BNHA fandom, and really love your art! I’m just starting to get into BakuShima and TodoDeku too, but just a couple days ago I read you say that MomoJirou are also pretty obvious about their gayness, including one time you saying you’re completely sure Kirishima and Jirou have a crush on those two canonically and, could I ask you to explain this to me? I’m all about it, this is not a complain! I just want to know more about them, thank you!

I wouldn’t say they’re canonically into them, but I do feel like, if I were to point someone they might be romantically into, that’s who I’d point to hahaha but yeah Jirou and Momo! They haven’t appeared much in canon so after all there isn’t too much behind the ship, more for shortage of scenes than anything else, but Jirou tends to blush a lot around Momo, she’s really protective of Momo, she’s pointed out how cute Momo is on more than one occasion, and their friendship is seriously cute - they’re always together? And when they’re not Jirou gravitates towards Momo a lot, you see her in the background waving at Momo or walking towards Momo really really often - of course all of these things can (and most probably are) just proofs of their being best friends! But it’s a good relationship I love a lot, which is why I ship it~

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damn ari, back at it again with dem rants

Okay, first off, hello again! It’s Ari, the one who had to rant about the person who commented on my post about the faults of YanSim. I’m back again to rant about YandereDev’s current “clearing up misunderstandings” post because that idiot really makes me wanna fight something!

Warning, this post might be long and there won’t a TL;DR at the end, so I apologize in advance!

So first off, if you have to make fucking SEVEN POSTS about clearing “misunderstandings”, then there’s something wrong with you. If you do so much shit that it causes you to make multiple posts about clearing your name, then you’re doing something wrong.

Now, onto some of the points that he made in his nasty-ass post that REALLY pissed me off.

“YandereDev said that pedophilia is just another sexual orientation!”

That’s not what I said. I said that nobody chooses to be a pedophile, just like nobody gets to choose their sexual orientation. I used the words “orientation” and “pedophilia” in separate sentences of the same paragraph, but I did not say that pedophilia IS a sexual orientation

No, just stop right there. Pedophilia and sexual/romantic orientations have ZERO THINGS IN COMMON.

Sexual/romantic orientations are a part of being a person. It changes, it’s fluid. Some people need some time until they are definitely sure they are gay/trans/bi/aro-ace/etc, and some don’t. It’s a normal thing that’s a part of life, such as puberty.

Pedophilia is not a normal thing, nor should it be normalized. It harms others, mainly impressionable minors that don’t know better because they are not as informed as those older than them. Those who act upon these “desires” to pursue romantic relationships with minors are nasty people that need to just go. People choose to be pedophiles because they’re disgusting like that.

You cannot compare the two. It’s as simple as that.

“YandereDev treatened to dox someone into silence!”

That’s not how it went down. I said something I didn’t mean while I was fired up up in the middle of an angry rant about someone who had been harassing me for several months. Obviously, it shouldn’t have been taken seriously. It was an “in the heat of the moment” statement, not a genuine threat.

Firstly, he spelled “threatened” wrong. Sorry, but I get a little nit-picky about spelling. :P

But anyways, what the hell.

I may not know much about this incident, but what I DO know is that the person (they are the original owner of this blog, right?) YandereDev threatened to dox did not harass him in any way. They did nothing of the sort.

And, (again from what I’ve heard) describing a person’s house in detail while you’re threatening to doxx someone is not a heat of the moment thing. You really got to think about stuff like that. Heat of the moment thing is not thinking about what you’re going to say while getting real emotional, and then feeling really guilty about it afterwards. YandereDev, you don’t sound guilty about what had happened. In fact, you sound like you think you’re innocent and didn’t absolutely wrong.

Oh wait, YOU DO THINK THAT YOU’RE NOT THE ONE TO BLAME HERE BECAUSE YOU’RE AN UNSEEMLY ASSHOLE.

“One of the rivals in Yandere Simulator is a pedophile!”

Pedophiles are attracted to pre-pubescent children (younger than 14), and Mida Rana is attracted to boys that are older than 14, so this statement isn’t accurate, but that’s beside the point. Sometimes, video games have antagonists who do bad things, and allow you to punish the antagonists for their evil ways. Some villains kill, some villains kidnap, some villains are sexual predators. If you don’t like Mida Rana, just punish her however you see fit, like any other villain in any other video game.

Say it with me now, kids: MIDA RANA IS A PEDOPHILE BECAUSE SHE IS ATTRACTED TO MINORS. MIDA RANA IS A PEDOPHILE BECAUSE PEDOPHILIA MEANS THAT YOU DESIRE TO HAVE ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH MINORS. MINORS ARE THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR 21, IF WE’RE PUTTING THIS INTO USA LAW CONTEXT. TARO YAMADA/SENPAI IS A MINOR, IF YOU WANT TO CONSIDER MINORS BEING UNDER 21.

Just because Mida Rana is an antagonist, doesn’t mean you get to brush aside the fact that she’s a pedophile. Villains are villains because you don’t brush aside the reasons that they are in the wrong. Getting the to get rid of Mida in the game still doesn’t make it okay. She SHOULDN’T have been a TEACHER in the first place. She SHOULDN’T have been a RIVAL in the first place.

“YandereDev said that pedophilia is ‘forbidden love’!”

That’s not what I said. I was referring to love between a student and a teacher as forbidden love. Student/teacher relationships are forbidden, irrespective of the age gap between the student and teacher.

LMAO, what the honest fuck is wrong with this dude.

Teachers shouldn’t be interested in having romantic relationships with their students because it is against the law and wrong at the same time. The reason it’s “forbidden” is because teachers hold so much more control over students. They can do things to students because they have more power over them due to their seniority over the student. Plus, relationships with huge age gaps (such as the student/teacher romantic relationship) are very problematic and can turn ugly without a doubt.

Forbidden love is like a royal/noble falling for a peasant; they know they can never be together due to the standards set by their society, but they don’t care because their love for one another is that strong. Forbidden love projects the idea that love conquers all, even if their situation is hopeless. The student/teacher thing is not forbidden love and it will never be. It’s harmful, disgusting, and abusive. Forbidden love is not that, not at all.

“YandereDev reads lolicon manga!”

There was a thread on 4chan where people were editing this image by putting different things in the bag. It was a meme. I could tell that the image had been taken from a sexual manga, but I didn’t care. To me, it was like any other “reaction image” featuring a character making a silly face. The meme was about putting something funny in the bag, not the character’s age or situation. I edited the image and used it in a blog post. Just because I posted a “reaction face” that came from a manga, this doesn’t mean that I read the manga, or enjoy the content. Reaction faces are reaction faces. Memes are memes.

“Reaction faces are reaction face. Memes are meme.”

*inhales deeply* BOI.

Just because you “don’t read it” or “don’t enjoy the content”, doesn’t mean you should use the material as if it were some copypasta. The content is still gross and wrong. Using it to be “funny” just adds onto the problem.

“YandereDev liked a pornographic image of one of his underage characters!”

I give “likes” to almost all of the fan art I see on Tumblr, because I am happy and flattered to see people producing artwork based on my creations. This doesn’t mean that I’m aroused by everything that I give a “like” to, or expressing approval of the subject matter of every post that I give a “like” to.

To quote one of your nice anons:

“Does he actually read the shit he writes out?”

Liking a post on Tumblr means you approve of it, idiot! That’s the definition of approval.

“YandereDev made fun of suicidal people!”

In 2015, someone asked me if it would be possible to drive girls to suicide in Yandere Simulator. I answered, “Yes.” Then, they asked me if girls would commit suicide for silly reasons, or serious reasons. I explained that I did not want people to commit suicide for petty reasons in Yandere Simulator. As an example, I posted a screenshot of a news report about a teenage boy in Russia who committed suicide because his favorite anime character had died. This was not me “making fun of suicidal people”, but providing an example of something that should not cause enough emotional distress to cause a suicide.

Hey, how about fuck off???

You don’t know what that kid’s been going through. You have no right to determine how much emotional distress makes the suicide valid. Unless you know the kid on a personal level, you can’t say shit about him.

“YandereDev wrote rape stories!”

Game of Thrones has rape scenes. Is Game of Thrones a “rape show”? No, it is a TV show that has very dark subject matter, and characters who are put through traumatic and perilous situations. I have written stories with dark subject matter. Some of my stories involved sexual assault. The sexual assaults were never meant to be “sexy”. A more elaborate answer can be found here.

Okay, no one but kiwifarms has really talked about your shitty fanfics.

Also, rape isn’t the main focus of Game of Thrones. Just because something like a TV show has a scene that depicted something like rape, it doesn’t automatically make it a “rape show”. It just means it’s a show that has rape in it. Your fanfics are focusing on rape, putting it in the spotlight. Therefore, your fanfics are “rape stories” because you focus on it.

“YandereDev refuses to add dark-skinned characters to the game!”

That’s not true. I want the ethnicity ratio in Yandere-chan’s school to match Japan’s ethnicity ratio in the real world. In the real world, 98.5% of the population of Japan are ethnic Japanese. This means that if you went to Japan and encountered 200 people, only 3 would not be ethnic Japanese. If you go to a high school in Japan, you are simply not going to encounter dozens of dark-skinned students. With all of that said, I do plan to include a dark-skinned character in Yandere Simulator’s school in the future.

Shut the fuck up. No, literally, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

You know jack shit about Asian cultures, YandereDev. You literally don’t know what it means to be an “ethnic Japanese” or an “ethnic Asian”. You are a white man, so you have NO RIGHT to decide who’s “ethnically” Asian and who’s not.

All Asians (from the Middle East to East Asia) can have dark/brown skin, just like how they can have light/peachy skin. We are not white, we are POC. Because of your fucking ignorance YandereDev, you’re contributing to the problem Asians like me face.

I am a young Asian girl with brown skin, who comes from a Filipino family. When I was young, I didn’t considered myself as an Asian because people expect Asians to be pale and beautiful. I never proudly showed off my Asian roots until I got older and got a better understanding of my culture.

There’s this little thing called colorism, and it’s a big problem in Asian countries like Japan. In Asia, white skin = rich and dark skin = poor. That’s why most characters in anime are light skinned. Thanks to the romanticizing of pale skin and the promotion of whiteness, white skin is seen as more appealing than dark skin because Asians don’t want to be seen as “poor”. It’s sickening and saddening. Dark-skinned Asians are just as beautiful as light-skinned ones. We’re still Asians, we’re still from the same country.

Saying that you’ll never see dark-skinned students in a Japanese school is very inaccurate and ignorant. Like I said, YandereDev doesn’t know a thing about Asian cultures and should stay in his fucking lane. If he wanted to be realistic, then he would’ve had already added dark-skinned characters by now. But no, he’s a prick that doesn’t seem to understand that colorism is an issue and his game is just an inaccurate piece of shit.

“YandereDev used a transphobic slur!”

I have used the term “trap”. However, this term has nothing to do with transgender people. The term “trap” refers to a male who dresses as a female and attempts to trick people into thinking he is a female, as a prank. This word describes someone who is attempting to trick others, not someone who genuinely identifies as another gender.

I have used the term “tranny”. This is because I was directly quoting someone else’s statement word-for-word. This is not because I was using the word to demean anyone.

I have expressed a dislike for “dickgirls”. Dickgirls - or “futanari” - are a type of Japanese fetish porn. Dickgirls are female anime characters who acquire a dick through a magic potion or some other fantastical reason; the term is not used to describe males who identify as female.

YandereDev, you have no right to use any of the slurs you have said in the past. The only ones who can are the people that the slur insults because they are reclaiming the slur.

Trap is associated with transgender people because people have used it to describe transgender people before.

Just because you are quoting someone, doesn’t mean you can use the slur they used as if it was just some normal word. You need to recognize that it’s a slur and that you can’t use it in a casual way.

Say it with me: IF SOMEONE IDENTIFIES AS A FEMALE, THEN THEY ARE A FEMALE. DON’T CALL THEM MALE BECAUSE YOU’RE MISGENDERING THEM. IT’S TRANSPHOBIC.

That aside, I’m pretty sure futanari are mocking transfolk? I could be wrong, so correct me if I am!

“YandereDev steals 3D models and textures!”

I sometimes put temporary placeholder assets into the game, with the intention of replacing them with original assets as soon as possible. This is not an uncommon practice for early prototypes of video games. Yandere Simulator is no longer in an “early prototype” stage, but some temporary placeholder assets are still lingering in Yandere Simulator from its earlier days. I am still in the process of removing these assets from the game. “Theft” and “stealing” are very disingenuous ways of describing the situation. It should go without saying that I have no intention to ship the final game with models or images that I don’t have permission to use.

Even if you’re using them temporarily, you still need to ask the original creator for permission. It’s their content, so they are the ones that get to decide where their creations will go and who can use them. The sandbox of Yandere Simulator is open to the public, therefore people can still see them. YandereDev, you haven’t said that the placeholders aren’t yours, so people are going to assume that you or your volunteers made these assets. You are stealing from the creators because you aren’t stating that the assets aren’t yours and that you’re using them for a sandbox build that’s anyone can see/download.

“YandereDev used the word ‘autistic’ as an insult!”

A strange person had been harassing me for several months. Eventually, I learned that they were actually an autistic child. This helped me to understand the behavior that I had been observing from them. I proceeded to tell them that I had identified their autism, but also firmly stated that their autism wasn’t any excuse for the behavior that they had been demonstrating for the past several months. This was interpreted as some kind of attack on their autism. It wasn’t.

Oh my fucking god, I cannot believe people can be this ignorant.

Unless you’ve got some kind of extensive knowledge about autism, you have no right to assume if someone is autistic or not. You can’t assume someone has a certain disorder by observing their behavior. It’s like saying you think someone is depressed if they don’t constantly smile or look happy. It’s wrong and gross.

Also, I doubt this “strange person” was harassing you. You’re the one that constantly bitches about getting too many emails or blow up at people for saying some harmless/innocent.

His whole conclusion is a mess of bullshit, but one thing I’m going to mention is this:

So, why do they do this? It’s very easy to explain. The reason is simple; they do this because it’s fun.

It’s fun to hate. It’s fun to shame. It’s fun to ridicule. It’s fun to make other people look bad. It’s fun to talk trash about others. It’s fun to “expose” other people. It’s fun to ruin someone’s life. It’s fun to ruin someone’s career. All of these things are super fun…if you’re a sadistic scumbag who takes pleasure in harming others.

To keep having fun, all they have to do is keep brainwashing themselves to believe that I’m a horrible monster, and dismiss everything I say when I attempt to explain myself. As long as they follow those two simple little rules, they can have unlimited fun. And, as long as they can keep having fun, why would they ever stop?

We haters aren’t doing this because it is “fun”. We are doing this because we want to inform others of the nasty shit you have done/are doing. I could do so many other things that are more fun than dealing with your nonsense, but your “game” has attracted the attention of younger kids. These kids don’t understand what you’re is bad and they need someone to steer them in the right direction.

Every time you explain yourself YandereDev, you just add onto the list of reasons why you’re a bad person. The fact that you have the audacity to act so high and mighty and then bitch about the “triggered SJWs” that are “harassing” you shows what kind of person you are.

In conclusion, YandereDev is just giving me more reasons why I should not support him or his gross game.

I hope I didn’t say anything wrong, but if I have please tell me! Thanks for reading and I hope all of you have a lovely day/night!

Cheers!

~ Ari

#tw: pedophilia mention #tw: abuse mention #tw: rape mention #long post