#they all think i’m dumb no bitch i’m just DITZY AS FUCK

[roszabell]

this is so great now whenever i’m stressed beyond my physical limits i can go to work on turning this huge chunk of styrofoam into a rabbit.

the filing tools are gigantic so i can just put in my earbuds to my stress work playlist and grind my teeth and hack away at this bitch babeyyyyy!!!!!

[slickfordain]

I saw Sagau Genshin Impact and now I’m drowning in endless thoughts about “What if I was there? Wait no, what if the reader had my fucking unhealthy personality?”

And let me tell you. Chaos. Just, pure chaos.

It was just a normal day in every nation, with you maining as Lumine. (Sorry to the darlings who main Aether,,, I just think homeboy deserves to be a villain for once for always helping people so I chose Lumine.) Lumine was ever so grateful to have you in her presence - even though you controlled her, she didn’t care. She was devoted to you, only you, obsessed with you that she just wants to smother your face with kis—

“I wonder if I should make a character of myself if I was in Teyvat…”

As you accidentally said that out loud (since you’re unaware that they’re aware), people in Teyvat stopped moving. Their bodies froze, but their hearts continued to slowly beat in a little… Joy. You? Wanting to wonder how it’s like to be in Teyvat and trying to see how it goes? Oh Irene, you’re going to make one hell of a harem that’ll chase after you. However, that’s… One misunderstanding. What you now said was something horrifying that struck down their imaginations. (Wenk wonk)

“I will name her/him (Insert character name), and give them all of my trauma.”

Zhongli spat out his drink and almost choked on it, Ei almost destroyed her town— causing electrocution when she heard, Venti was having a mental crisis and whined as he tried to catch your attention. The NPCs were mortified and immediately took action to make their city more decorative- more “cozy” styled because they knew that;; if you had dumped all your trauma to your “Genshin character”, they knew fairy lights would make you calm and soothe yourself.

Characters like Razor and Bennet would cry, absolutely shatter and will prepare themselves to comfort your character insert. I think it’s all safe to say, the characters would go over the moon even to endlessly help your character.

Lumine and Paimon were even more terrified than they should be, along with the ones in the party. Lumine will throw a boulder at anyone who DARED to give you and your character such trauma. Nobody will escape her grasp and she will make sure of it.

Kaeya and Dainsleif, will seize those who dares to give your character any more trauma. They will kill for your character, and you, they would die for you.

The Fatuis even, aren’t any saner than them. Pantalone will pay off the best room service and best comfort zone for you— Arlecchino will have a whole setup of guards practicing to kill the person who traumatized you, and basically— everyone else will go to war. It’s you we’re talking about.

It doesn’t fucking matter what you looked like.

Average, ugly, pretty, short, tall, chubby, weak— They will fucking kill all of those bitches who dared to lay a hand on you. And Tsaritsa will make sure they will be beheaded.

But then…

“If I was in Teyvat, I probably would be this ditzy dumb background NPC character who just happens to be there and tries to help Lumine. I suck, maybe even a lazy lovey dovey person who craves for attention and affection—”

That did it.

That sent everyone’s hearts to ablaze and their hormones to the top of their lungs. They were riled up to win you the damn over. You want a lover? They will kill each other to prove themselves one of them is worthy for you. Even the NPCs. They will win the hell to get you to themselves.

As for the kids, they will argue and set off bombs to one another - arguing who will be your adopted child. It doesn’t matter which one gets injured, they want to win. For you,

for their divine God. Their creator. (Y/N) (L/N).

[dragondemoness]

the Junko and Mukuro ditzy little brother prompt so how about dealing with the girl that he has a crush on and also first finding out their precious baby brother has a crush, but with Maki and Tenko I just would love to see them being overprotective big sisters and wanting their brother to be with a girl that treats them right. Lol let's hope tenko passes

Junko and Mukuro Finding out their Ditzy Younger Brother has a Crush on Maki and Tenko (separate)

Dealing with Maki 

They’re not a fan of her

Junko thinks she’s a creepy bitch, and Mukuro thinks she’s sketchy

For someone who was the “Ultimate Child Caregiver”, she had a very unfriendly attitude 

Mukuro isn’t even sure that’s her real talent

Technically she would be correct, but we’re leaving that out

So what do they do?

SPY

They follow you and spectate your little hangouts

You seem much happier with her, and even Maki is smiling more

But nah, fuck that

The second you leave, they’re on your ass

“(Name)! What the hell are you doing with creepy pigtails girl?!”

“Easy, Junko. (Name), we’re concerned that Harukawa isn’t everything she says she is. We advise that you steer clear of her.”

You didn’t take that shit and booked it straight home

Junko doesn’t feel bad about it, but Mukuro can’t take you ignoring her

As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters, right?

So they reconciled with you and had a talk with Maki

“I already know you two don’t trust me. You think I can’t hear you spying on (Name) and I? And you don’t have to worry. I may not be the most approachable person, but (Name) means a lot to me, and I’m not gonna sit around and bully him.” 

They’re still wary of her, but at least she makes you happy

So they can tolerate her for now

Up until the truth comes out

Dealing with Tenko

HELL. NO.

No brother of theirs is gonna end up with a sexist bitch 

Their words, not mine

They had no idea why you tried so hard to be her friend, but it wasn’t worth it

It couldn’t have been

Even when they spy on the two of you, it pisses them off

Tenko acts like such a bitchy tsundere towards you, even though she isn’t directly rejecting your offers to hang out

They’re about to interrupt when Tenko suddenly excuses herself

And you’re still staring after her with that dumb, lovestruck look in your eyes

After she leaves, they jump out and confront you

“(Name), what the fuck was that?! I know you’re always on our asses for being overprotective, but that was just ridiculous! Grow some self-respect, jeez!”

“I have to agree. No amount of desperation is worth the way she treats you.”

And like always, things don’t go well and you ghost them for a while

But both of them think they’re totally in the right

You deserve way better than that

But of course, you disobey their wishes and continue hanging out with Tenko

They’re prepared to shut it down until they notice something different

Tenko was… Improving?

She was a lot less rude towards you, though she still seemed stiff and awkward

At this point, this was driving them nuts

They needed to know what Tenko’s angle was

So they confronted her after you left

“I get why you two are worried. My master taught me to be wary of men. But (Name) has been helping me get better about it, even though I was super rude to him. But I promise it’s not gonna happen again. Even if it’ll take getting used to, I’ll give him all the love he deserves, I swear!

They’re still not sure where they stand with her, but she seemed truthful, so maybe they can give her a chance

So then, they reconcile with you and give you their “blessings” to date Tenko

They’ll still spy on you guys every once in a while, to make sure Tenko holds up her promise

And if she continues, maybe they can tolerate her

[sims4royalsandimperials]

Pink Flamingo Night Club, Oasis Springs, New Nagara - 10:30am

(CW: Nudity, sexual themes) (MTW: Repeated Sexual Assault/Abuse and abusive language. If you find yourself uncomfortable seeing this, please do not keep reading and message me so I can tell you what happens in this post)

*It’s the end of Branson and Astrid’s shift, but before he takes her home, he wants a private show with her and a couple of his friends*

Branson: ... Look at me while you’re doing your pole routine, Tawny.

*Astrid ignores him and twirls around again*

Branson: Good job. Now take off your top. Astrid: B...but... Branson: Take off your top, Tawny!

Ten Minutes Later

*Astrid is crying in the bathroom while changing*

Astrid: “Take your top off, Tawny... Show me that ass, Tawny.” I fucking hate this. I fucking hate this so much. I miss my dad, I miss my mom. I miss Hubie, Desiree, and Kari. I want to go home. Why do I have to be this asshole’s sex doll? *Astrid is beginning to feel nauseous* Astrid: Oh, no.

*Astrid rushes to the toilet and begins to vomit* Astrid: Oh dear watcher, no. I think I’m... Branson: *knocking on the door* Come on, Tawny. We don’t have all day! Hurry up! *Astrid finishes getting dressed and leaves the bathroom*

Branson: Took your ditzy dumbass long enough. Come on. Let’s go.

The Bumpass Residence - 11:45am

*Branson has Astrid in handcuffs as he’s aggressively r-wording her* Astrid: Branson, please stop. I don’t feel so good. Branson: *grunting* You don’t feel good? You’re gonna feel a looooottttt better in a few minutes. Astrid: No, please... Branson: Shut the fuck up and take it, Tawny! Enjoy it like the little slut you are!

*Branson rips the cuffs off of an obviously unwell Astrid and drags her by her hair to the “camera room”, where he continues his assault*

Branson: *grunting* That’s good, Tawny. You’re getting the hang of this. Astrid: ... *Branson finishes with her but before he gets off her, he finally notices that Astrid is unwell* Branson: Ay, you’re green around the gills. What’s the matter with you?

*Astrid gets up off the bed and wraps a towel around her before becoming distraught*  Astrid: Now you finally care? If you must fucking know, Branson, I was in the middle of throwing up when you knocked on my bathroom door and rushed me.  Branson: And what does that have to do with anything, Tawny? Astrid: ... I... I missed my period a couple weeks ago. I’ve been getting sick every day this week.

Branson: Yeah, and... so what?  Astrid: Are you fucking dumb or do you not know how to read a situation? Branson: Don’t get smart with me. I could strangle you here and now, Bitch.

Branson: Wait a minute. “Missed your period”? “Getting sick all week”?

Branson: Are you pregnant?

Branson: Answer me! Are. You. Pregnant?

Astrid: I think I might be! I don’t know! I’ve been so afraid to talk to anyone since I was brought to this... prison, that I kept my feelings to myself! *starts crying*

*A stunned Branson looks on as a distraught Astrid sinks to the ground in tears*

Branson: Look, I’ll get you a pregnancy test in the morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t know this situation would get you into this mental mess. Astrid, please stand up and look at me.

*Astrid, surprised that Branson called her by her actual name, stands up and turns to look at him* Astrid: Did you just call me by my name?

Branson: Yeah, I did. But don’t get used to it. Anyways... I... I have a son from a previous relationship. He was born after my ex dumped me and I was sent to rehab. I want to do right ny this child that I never did for my son. Astrid: Wha...? You have a kid? Branson: Yes, his name is James.  Astrid: I seriously doubt that you’d do anything for this child... just like your son. Branson: What, do you wanna give birth down here in this cold damp place? Astrid: No... Branson: Then you’ll do as I say, got it? And no more back-sass. It gets on my nerves.

Astrid: Okay. 

[tabitha2]

Delightfully dimwitted

I love my dumb girl brain. I love my low IQ. I am proud of being an airhead, of dropping out of school, of how ditzy and forgetful I was born. I am happy to have learning difficulties. I am proud to be dyslexic even illiterate. Reading and writing are not for girls. Big words are too long for me. Thinking is hard. Math is too hard. The signs all look alike. Numbers confuse me. I can’t even count past 10 without taking my shoes off, then I just forget what I even was doing except for sex. I get lost so easily, and I just lose all words. I just nod and pretend like I get it. I just agree. My IQ gets lower every day. I flunked basic Ed and it hurts to think with my damage. I’m dumbstruck. I’m so retarded. I’m just a ninny. I like just don’t get anything but fucked. Someone else thinks for me. I just say ok. I love being stupid ! I love being spacy ! I love being a bimbo, a simple brain-dead bitch. Everyone knows I’m a ditz, a dummy, a doofus. I don’t know anything much but I feel so good to be blank and mindless, with a pretty little hole where boys have brains. I can’t think. I just feel. And it feels so good to just go blank and say um

#posted 2021-03-27 #but maybe not here

[miizpah]

mine | sakusa kiyoomi

anon asks : listen to this!!! being sakusa bimbo wife, ur so fucking beautiful that whenever ur both at social events for vball, there’s always someone coming up and hitting on u. mr sakusa doesn’t like that ::))) and he can’t wait to get home to punish his wife silly and leave marks that will defo show everyone that she’s taken :):):):)

post timeskip ‼️

tw. degrading, consensual roughhousing, a bit of manipulation.

author note : i am simp for sakusa !! this ask for me hyperventilating into orbit. girl, y/n a little too brave in this one, like miss girl gon ahead and sit down we all know who dom here. and not how there’s only a small part of smut in this, yo, i’m sorry it’s not longer but my motivation for this fic went whoosh. and not me being in the middle of changing up my theme 🙄 and struggling at that.

“Omi-”

One second you had been nodding along to a conversation being held by one of the team’s older PRs, the next second you were being guided away by your husband’s tight grip, your wrist exploding in dull pain as all you could do was follow after him. Praying you don’t trip over your satin gown.

You didn’t understand what exactly caused him to snap, he was always respectful and polite when attending events such as these. They were public appearances the entirety of MSBY had to attend, and he was already tittering on the edge becuase of the sheer number of people and crowds. But, he’d never left an event early, and he never blatantly disrespectful to a staff on his team.

The underground parking lot was empty as you both entered, in search for his car. “How dare you let his filthy hands touch you?”

It made sense then, your mind wandering back to the entire conversation. You had been sipping on a glass of wine with Atsumu and Shouyo by your sides, since Kiyoomi tended to stay away from the crowds, you were the one who would mingle around in his stead. Atsumu had promised to keep an eye on you, like always, and by extension, Shouyo gladly tagged along.

Now, you began to understand the glare Atsumu was giving the PR, and the worried looks Shouyo casted over his shoulders. Now, it made complete and total sense. The man had been flirting with you. You hadn’t notice, your mind was a bit clogged up with Kiyoomi and the way his suit fit him too perfectly, you hadn’t even noticed when he had touched your shoulder.

You barely had enough time to register your surroundings before your harshly pressed against his sleek black car, his hand around your throat and his eyes dangerous. The mere look sent bouts of pleasure and fear coiling around your body, and you only tighten your thighs around the knee pressed between you.

“Omi, you’re hurting me,” You whimper softly, pathetically, tears prickling at your eyes.

“I asked you a question, dumb bitch. I expect an answer.” He spat, eyes glaring angrily into yours. His grip tighten a bit, just enough to tease your airway.

“I’m sorry, Omi! I didn’t realize it, I promise!” You cry, hands coming up and grabbing at his arm. He didn’t move for a moment, eyes boring into your watery ones.

He sighed under his mask, loosen his grip. “Hm, you’re right, my little wife never realizes it.” His hand removes from your throat and cards through your hair softly, he kisses your forehead through his mask. “This is why I have to protect you, too dumb and pretty for your own good. You know that, right?”

“Only for you, Omi.” You mutter, wet eyes staring up at him with a doe like express. “Only pretty and dumb for you.”

He smirked, though unseen. “Yes, you are. Come, let’s get you into the car.”

“Ack! Eight, ‘m sorry Omi.” You whimper, trying to keep as still as possible as Kiyoomi rubs almost lovingly at your burning ass cheek. If you’d thought you were getting away for being a little dumb bitch and not noticing that filthy man’s hand on you, you were wrong. Kiyoomi was clear when it came to you, his beautiful ditzy wife, that no one was allowed to touch you. Not unless he’s permitted it.

“N-Nine! ‘m sorry Omi,” your hands clench the bedsheets in a tight grip, eyes squeezing close as the harsh pain spread around your bottom.

“Ah! Ten, ‘m sorry Omi.” You cried out, happy to finally be done with this punishment. You just wanted to shower, take off your makeup, comb through your hair, and sleep. But the moment you both had entered the house, he’d chased you down the hallway and sprayed you over his knees, bunching your expensive satin dress up to your waist and dealt his punishment.

You stood then, dress falling around your bare ass and legs. You couldn’t walk away, not when Kiyoomi’s large hand yanked you forward. “Did I tell you to stand, hm?”

“I wanna shower,” you whine, trying to pull your arm free. But, he only rose a brow at you. The way he looked at you, as if he knew that you didn’t want to shower, sparked a small amount of anger in your veins. And as a serious as you could, you shot him a nasty glare. “Let me go, Kiyoomi. I want to shower.”

“Watch your tone, angel.”

“Not unless you let me go.”

“Oh? Baby trying to argue?”

You huff in annoyance, trying to yanking your arm his tight grip. “Let me go, Sakusa!” You yell angrily, arm finally breaking free and you walked away then, mumbling angrily to yourself.

If there was one thing you’ve never learned when being with Kiyoomi, is to never turn your back on him when fighting. Not only is he going to get angry, but it will lead to some pretty hard fucking, and your ability to walk tomorrow is gone. But, you never learn, you’re a bit dumb, it’s okay. You both get what you want in the end.

You didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself before you find yourself against the bedroom wall, his large hand entangled in your hair, exposing your neck to the wall. “Who do you think you’re talking too, Y/N?”

“I’m talking to Sakusa Kiyoomi, who else?” Brave? No. Smart mouthing? Yes. Is that a good idea? No. Ten out ten would recommend if you’re looking for good sex. But, right now, you were not looking for good sex, right now, you wanted to shower, you wanted to sleep.

“Your mouth is going to get you into some trouble, baby.” His breath was warm against your ear, and you struggled to hold in the shiver of pleasure. “I’m going to ask you again, and you better answer me correctly. Who do you think you’re talking to?”

You swallow, eyes flickering up and meeting his. The defiance in your eyes were clear. “You.”

He chuckled, “my silly little wife.” He backed away, turning you around then. “I can see that you’re not in the playing mood, right now.”

You stare at him in momentary confusion, this was a new reaction. “W-what?”

He looked at you, “what?”

“But, s-sex?”

“You want to shower, no?”

Yes, you wanted to shower. You wanted sleep. Not sex. That’s what your brain wanted of course, your body wanted Kiyoomi. “No...?”

“No?” His smirk widen almost cruelly. “Too bad, I’m not fucking you after that disgusting man touched you.”

“Omi?!”

“What happened to Sakusa?”

“I-I... No, touch me, please!”

He shook his head, backing away and sitting on the bed. “Sorry, I’m not touching you until you shower.”

Why were you complaining? You wanted this. You wanted to shower, not have sex. Why were you practically begging him to fuck you?

Huffing, you nod firmly. “Fine, I’m showering. And we’re not having sex for a month!”

“Ditzy wife.”

“Two months!”

Obviously, Kiyoomi was a man that knew how to get his way. It always his way or the highway. That had been the biggest deal breaker when you first met the man. He was too... much for you. Too clean, too big, and too mean for someone like you. Admittedly, you weren’t the smartest person in the word, you passed high school but wasn’t smart enough to get into college, but that was okay.

Your mother always said that you should be grateful that you were beautiful, you could find yourself a rich man and be taken cared of. That had been exactly what you did, you ound a man, who was rich, who was handsome, and you thought yourself clever enough to play him. You had been wrong. God, he was mean, so mean, and cruel, but he had emotions, and it was rare to see them, but they were there, and he was taking care of you.

It didn’t take long for you to actually fall in love with the man. And him, loving you. Your family hated him, though. He was a famous, professional athletic. Your parents didn’t believe that to be a good enough job. Your mother wanted you to find a rich, old ceo old to marry, cause lord knows you’ll only ever work at a restaurant or club if you had to fend for yourself, that way when he died, and everything was left in your name, you would be rich, and a ceo.

Even you knew it didn’t work that way. You didn’t care that they didn’t like Kiyoomi, you loved him, and he accepted you, as you accepted him, and that was all that mattered.

But, as you said. Kiyoomi was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.

And, right now, he wanted his dumb little wife folded in a mating press as he fucked into you mercilessly. Your mouth stuffed with his fingers, and your legs shaking as the pleasure rack through your body.

Your moans were muffled, and Kiyoomi stared at you in amusement and lust. “My ditzy wife looks so pretty with my fingers done your throat, and your cunt stuffed full of my cock.” He pushed his fingers down further, and you choke, hands gripping at his biceps in a death grip.

He pulled his fingers away, holding your mouth open before leaning down and spitting directly inside your mouth. “Hold it there, whore. You swallow and you’ll get punished.”

His arms formed pillars around you, his cock dragging against your gummy, fluttering walls in quick strokes. “You’re mine, my wife, my whore. No one else’s, you hear me?” You could only nod, eyes fluttering close. “No one is allowed to touch you, fuck your messy little holes but me, got it?” Your moan is muffled.

“Swallow,” he demanded, and you did as told, swallowing and opening your mouth so he could see. “Good girl,” he hummed, quickening his pace.

Your body was covered in marks, ones that had did the moment he jumped into the shower with you. He left them on your neck, your breasts, your tummy, and thighs, he’d even bitten into your wrist. He didn’t plan to stop until all of your limbs had at least two marks on them.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” You moan, hands moving to his back and nails scratching shallowly at his skin. “Omi!” With each thrust, you could feel your stomach tightening and your walls fluttering. The pleasure coursed throughout your body rapidly, his warm breath against your cheek causing shivers.

“C-cumming!” You announce sharply, nails digging into his back as your thighs tense. “P-pull out, I’ll make — ngh! — make a mess!”

Kiyoomi didn’t listen, leaning back and hooking his hands underneath your thighs. His eyes zeroed in on your sopping cunt, watching the way you stretch around him. Your warnings about making a mess went through one ear and out there other.

Your moans grew louder, head turning into the pillows to muffle them. You try to close your legs, anything to minimize the forthcoming of your squirting release. But, Kiyoomi’s hand were strong and he held your legs open as you release over him.

Immediately, you feel a sense of dread forcing your high away. Your mouth formed the words, but your throat gave away when a hard pressure was placed there. Opening your eyes, you were met with Kiyoomi’s dark ones, looking at you as if you were the best damn meal he’d ever had.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips before uttering, “keep still, angel, I’m doing this again.”

note — i hate this, i hate this, i hate this, i hate this. i’m literally in the middle of trying to change my theme and writing style and i’m throwing up?? pls, anon, don’t hate me, i tried with this. it’s not a long piece of smut bc i didn’t know if u wanted it, :(

[hintofelation99]

Hi! I love your posts and want to ask your opinion on something. Who do you think in the batfam has the most and the least common sense of a normal person? If you can, can you also list how they are arranged? Thank you!

Ooohhh, this is a fun one! In my mind all bats lack common sense. Like obviously they're hella smart, after all they are a family of detectives, they just aren't very bright.

Here's a quick rundown (least to most): Tim and Dick tie for first place, both lack common sense in just in completely different ways. Then Damian (mostly cause of the whole 'being raised by league of assassins' thing), Bruce, Cass (controversial ik), Steph, Jason, Duke, Babs, and last on the list is obvs Alfred. (Kate is probs between Cass and Steph, but I've only really seen her in the DCAMU and need to get to know her better).

And Ima add a 'keep reading' cause this is gonna get long.

Tim:

Tim is one of the smartest in the family. He deduced Batman's identity as a child, majorly fucked up the League of Assassins, and has been honored (I say this v sarcastically just btw) with Ra's creepy obsession. He's smart, plain and simple. However, when it comes to just day to day survival and being loved, goddamn that boy is dumb.

He regularly mixes energy drinks and coffee. Sometimes he even mixes energy drinks, alcohol, and coffee.

In his mind warnings are optional. "Tim, did you just sniff that drano?" "Yeah, why?" "IT LITERALLY SAYS DO NOT SMELL" "Oops"

He regularly tests shit on himself. "Why is Tim on the floor?" "He mixed joker venom and fear gas to see what would happen" "HE WHAT"

Also if you try to compliment him or tell him you love him he will find a way to misunderstand. "Tim, I love you and you are an amazing son." "I don't know who this Tim is but he sounds great" "It- it's you, literally you. Timothy Jackson Drake." "I'm a bit confused, I didn't know you knew two Timothy Jackson Drakes. You should really introduce us."

Dick:

Dick in many ways is a total himbo. He's a complete sweetheart, super supportive, and very ditzy. His ditzy-ness directly correlates to how relaxed he is. Chilling in the manor? Peak himbo. A mission in space? Absolute genius and amazing leader. Just took down a bunch of thugs? Slowly reverting into dopey boi. He always has the ability to be super analytical, smart, and big brain, but he likes being whimsical and even airheaded. And that's not a bad thing, it's just him taking mental breaks, being lighthearted.

"YOU PUT DIESEL IN YOUR CAR?" "...Yeah, in my defense the nozzles look basically the same" "They're different colors?! Also the diesel nozzle doesn't even fit into your gas tank, how did you get it in?" "I'm a good pourer."

He always responds to the word dick and it always confuses him. "God Ra's is such a dick!" "What?" "Ra's is a dick" "I'm not Ra's!" "Wha- no! I mean penis dick!" "Ohhhh, yeah he is a penis dick"

Once Dick is safe he reverts into himbo pretty quickly, even after stressful situations. "Hey Wally?" "Yes babe?" "I forgot how to change my lock screen again" "Dick, you just hacked into an alien spaceship not even an hour ago??" "What's that have to do with anything?"

Damian:

Damian lacks common sense from growing up with the League of Assassins. He's an amazing warrior and super analytical but casual human interaction alludes him. He is getting better though, so eventually he'll be lower on the list than Steph. But for now he's a senseless bby.

The first time someone tried to give him high five he assumed it was an attack and flipped them. Same with a fist bump.

This is complete canon but his original treatment of Alfred, his brothers, and, well, everyone. Like bby boy please read the room.

His ego can easily override common sense. Like he wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it, but if someone said he couldn't he'd immediately swan dive off that bridge.

Bruce:

For the world's greatest detective he can be a major dumb bitch sometimes. Some of it's growing up rich and some is being so wrapped up in his 'crusade for justice' that he just misses basic shit.

One time he walked in on Roy and Jason making out, the next day he saw them cuddling, then they mentioned moving in together. It took him three months to realize that they're dating.

He doesn't understand coupons, like at all. Jason has tried to explain them but Bruce just gets even more confused.

Bruce tried to make coffee once. He literally just poured coffee beans in water and microwaved it. He was surprised when it didn't taste good.

Cass:

Cass is similar to Damian in she lacks common sense from an unconventional upbringing. However she's learning way faster than Damian and depending on where in the timeline you're looking she might have more common sense than Babs.

Basic things like lines, turn taking, and speaking when spoken to aren't innate to her. Like, she knows and understands them, but often forgets about them.

There are many times that she blurs the line between civilian and vigilante because she'll do something that looks v stupid and dangerous for a civilian. The thing is she never notices when she does this.

One time she was in a restaurant and there was a cockroach on the wall across the room (cause Gotham) and instead of getting up and killing it like a normal person she threw her steak knife and impaled it.

Steph:

Steph is probably lacks common sense the most conventional yet slightly concerning way. She lacks common sense in the same way a cartoon character or sitcom character would. Like it's sorta realistic but at the same time damn bby girl why are you such a disaster??

She will do anything on a dare. Anything. There is a rule against daring Steph to do things while in the manor or on patrol.

Every time she hears someone say Red Robin she yells yum. This has gotten both her and RR shot.

Steph is v lucky that 1) she's a badass and 2) the batfam loves her because she annoys absolutely everyone just for shits and giggles and the only reason she hasn't been murdered is that Cass scares everyone.

Jason:

All common sense is lost when dramas at stake. Say what you will but Jason is the (second) biggest drama queen in the family. Also he, like most bats, lacks a sense of self preservation which leads to shit common sense.

He tried to steal Batman's tires.

Sometimes he listens to music during patrol and tries to hit people/shoot on beat. This has lead to stab wounds.

Jason loves to loudly quote classic literature while on stake outs. This is a problem for obvious reasons.

Duke:

Ok this is around the time you get to average common sense levels. But he still runs around Gotham beating people up in tights (or kevlar) so he doesn't get full points. Also he's still not Babs level common sense. One area Duke lacks common sense in is how to deal with the Batfam (which is v understandable tbh)

One time Duke was joking around with Jason and decided to steal a roll off of Damian's plate. This ended in blood.

Other than lacking Batfam common sense, most of his poor judgement moments are less notable but still concerning.

For example the time he challenged Dick to a hot dog eating contest then went on a roller coaster.

Babs:

Other than being a vigilante Babs almost has normal human common sense. However being a vigilante has negative side effects on ones common sense.

While Babs' sleep schedule isn't as bad as Tim's it's not a whole lot better. She's stayed up 72 consecutive hours multiple times.

She has accidentally poured coffee onto her computer instead of into a coffee mug.

One time she drank an entire gallon of milk before realizing it was a month expired.

Alfred:

Most assume that working for Bruce Wayne is a sign of him lacking common sense. But nah, it's him knowing, understanding, and challenging his own limits. Also it's him being a charitable human being. Like he has enough common sense to go around and tbh it's the only thing keeping the family alive.

"Master Bruce, you may not use Elmer's Glue All to close a wound."

"Master Dick I would encourage you not to teach Master Duke acrobatics on the glass coffee table."

"Miss Stephanie I would not advise trying to consume an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting, and no, I do not care if Master Jason dared you to."

Tada, there's the list! Sorry that was probably a lot longer than anyone wanted, but I enjoy talking about how ditzy the batfam is. Like they're all geniuses but at the same time they're just sooooo dumb.

[tabikuntz]

I love when men mock me. Call me names. Tell I’m being dumb. Say they don’t think so, of that’s not right. When they correct me. When they condescend. When they laugh at me. When they are mean. Rough. Tough. Hard. When they take it out on me. I love when men abuse my bottom and hate fuck my ass and ravish my holes because I don’t deserve any better. When they slap my big dumb fake tits. When they beat my bimbo bottom black and blue. When they use their words to cut me down, to put me back in my place... or a little lower each time. When they force me down. When they dumb me down. I love feeling my IQ slip away until it was never there and it never comes back all the way but I can never figure out what I lost. I love when I only think I can think, but I’ve always been wrong. When I’ve always really been dumb. When I thought I was pretending but then I really do feel real dumb. When I learn how to get it wrong every time so He will always abuse me like I need Him to. Because I always will get it wrong. Because I’m really really dumb. Going blank as He tells me to just forget. Just to forget all those notions I had... or didn’t really have... all that thinky stuff that’s too hard.... fuck ! I love when He wipes me out by pressing my bimbo buttons. When he says I’m just a girl, and thinking’s not for girls. And I believe it. I feel myself believe it. Believe Him. Believe in Men. Because it’s true. Because Men are superior. And us girls are just dumb cunts who can’t read or write or do math too well, if we can at all—

so why even try to teach us ? Did I even go to any school ? I can’t remember and I don’t even want to. I love being in this kept-down born-lesser role. I love Male dominance and sexism and misogyny and being gaslit and having my mind confused and blurred... erased ? Put in a fog ? having my soft pink girly memory changed and corrected to reflect the truth of how of course He is right because Men are always right. Like they always have been. I love how it feels. Not to have gotten any smarter. Not to know how to the most simple easy things that Men can do so easily. I love how it means I need Men, in my life, to think for me and decide for me. I love needing Men so much I’ll accept however badly they treat me. Because I need them. And I’ve always needed them. I always will. I love being so helpless. To have always gotten dumber, each day. Every way. As a girl. As a silly little girl who always needs Daddy. I will always be Daddy’s girl.

I love being this way. I love being such a bimbo. I love being just some silly little inbred dropout retard nympho dyke bimbo— dyslexic and ditzy and just born slow and sexy. Just a sex object, just a thing that can’t resist or fight back or say no when some ripped muscle hunk is pushing me plastic porn tits over face down ass up into that beer-sloppy bar and tears into my girly cunt pantyhose or trashy bitch thong if I even like remembered to wear any but anyway He’s ripping into me and brutally shoving a pool cue up my asshole for as long and as many inches as it takes for me to beg. Beg for His naked Cock. Beg Him to nut in me. Beg Him for an orgasm. Just one tiny one. Face down ass up. As I stare dumb and numb into the mirror at my stupid face blushing to be butt-raped once again in a bimbo bar like some tweaking painted tranny boy buzzing on the fuck rush in a cock-cruising flaming-pink skintight fucktube of a minidress going blank in the matching seven-inch sex spikes staring at my matching nail polish like I dunno why as it happens to me again... as He cornholes me into being His glory hole... being drugged by what’s in those pink bimbo drinks or just that fucking suggestible... with no will always needing a Man...

[tensonline]

busy busy boy

based off of the “wayv as male thot jobs post” 

this is footlocker employee!xuxi and coworker o/c 

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You were tired.

Your feet are aching from standing for almost the entirety of your shift. For the past six hours, you’ve had to deal with greasy teenage boys looking for the latest Nike shoe, helicopter parents wanting to make sure their kid had the best fit and angry customers trying to make a return without their receipt. Working at Foot Locker was exhausting.

“Hey _____, do you want to take your fifteen? I can cover you for right now,” your coworker, Seulgi, said.

“Oh my god yes please,” you said. Bless Seulgi’s heart, you thought. Your patience was starting to diminish by the hour. It was already five hours into your shift and you still hadn’t eaten lunch nor did you get enough sleep last night. College was a bitch and so was that Sensation and Perception class.

“Go ahead and go, I got you,” Seulgi replied.

“Do you want anything from Starbucks?,” you asked, “I gotchu so don’t worry about it.”

“Just an iced americano, please,” she said, “I’ll Venmo you the money when you come back.”

“Don’t worry babe. I’m pretty sure Ten is working right now anyway,” you said. Your childhood best friend and roommate had left earlier than you in his Starbucks uniform, but he mentioned covering a coworker’s shift.

Seulgi laughed, “Got it. By the way, give him my number, yeah?” Seulgi threw a wink at you as you gagged. “Fine, fine. I’ll be back with our drinks. Good luck with the white mom over there by the Air Jordans. She’s been trying to get us to give her an employee discount.”

Seulgi rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as you walked away. You laughed at her reaction and hoped for her sake that the mom wouldn’t try to mess with her. Seulgi was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

Working at the mall wasn’t as bad as you originally thought it would be. Since most of the workers were college students from either your school or the nearby universities, you enjoyed talking to your coworkers. They made your shifts bearable and entertaining.

It also helped that your childhood best friend worked at the Starbucks in the very same mall. You and Ten had grown up together and formed a friendship in middle school. Both of you stuck by each other in high school, applied to nearly the same schools, and decided to enroll in the same university. It was known that wherever Ten went, so did you. You two were inseparable.

As you rounded the corner, you saw Ten at the counter laughing at what someone was saying. Of course, he’s flirting on the job. Well, you mused, at least this one has a nice back. And he’s tall.

Wait.

He’s wearing a black and white short sleeve shirt.

You would know that hideous uniform anywhere, especially since you were wearing the exact same one.

Ten was talking to Huang Xuxi.

Huang Xuxi was one of the golden boys of your university. Captain of the soccer team, charming, incredibly handsome, and tall. (You’re pretty sure he’s around six feet. God.) Xuxi was known for just how talented he was on the field and for just how good he was in bed.

Granted, he wasn’t that much of an asshole. He never strung more than one girl along. He made sure every person he hooked up with knew that there was nothing more attached to it and if they did not want that, they were free to walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened. No hard feelings. Because of his transparency with partners and tight lips, no one ever had anything bad to say about him.

In fact, it was the girls he hooked up with instead that opened their mouth and bragged about having sex with him. They talked about how he always made sure they came first, how good he was with his mouth (in more ways than one), and his hands.

His gigantic fucking hands that could singlehandedly hold one iPad.

(You’ve witnessed it before and fuck was that one of the weirdest things that have turned you on).

Ten was still smiling and laughing at whatever Xuxi had said to him when he glanced up and noticed you. His face immediately changed into a mischievous smirk and when glanced at Xuxi and back to you. Ten knew how hot you found Xuxi and how much of a work crush you refused to admit you had.

That bitch, you thought. Ten better not say any dumb shit or I’m kicking his ass when we’re at home.

“Hey _____,” Ten said smugly, “What are you doing here?”

You were so gonna kick his ass.

“Hi Ten, can you make me an iced chai with soy and an iced americano? I have to bring it back to Seulgi before my break ends,” you said with a strained smile. You refused to have him and Xuxi in the same room for a long time. It would only end with Ten embarrassing you.

“Sure, let me just go get more stuff from storage,” he said while grinning.

You were glaring at Ten’s back as he walked away when Xuxi finally spoke.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You hated how flustered you felt when he called you that.

You took a deep breath and put a sultry smile on, dialing up the charm. You turned around to see Xuxi smiling down at you with a fond look in his eyes. You felt your ears getting read and cursed yourself mentally.

Get a grip bitch, he can’t know how much you want to swallow his dick.

“Hey Xuxi,” you said with your best flirty voice, “Are you gonna start your shift soon?”

“Yeah, I clock in soon, like around twenty minutes or so. Are you gonna be working with me for a bit, baby?” he replied with a gentle smile.

You hated how easily he could call you pet names and hated even more how much it affected you, but you would never outwardly show it. Even if you did want to fuck him.

“Yeah, I got three more hours to go. I haven’t taken my lunch yet though since I’m trying to leave early.”

“Oh?,” Xuxi perked up “You wanna get lunch with me then?”

Fuck. He was so fucking cute. And that was worse than sexy.

“I’m sorry babe, but I promised Jennie I would eat with her after she finished her shift. We’re supposed to be going over to Jisoo’s after work,” you apologized. You didn’t even notice the pet name you just gave him but he did. While he perked up and looked at you with a gleam in his eye, you mulled over how you had already made plans in advance to meet up with your other best friends.

“Ah, it’s okay. Some other time, yeah?”

“Of course. Besides, I’ll ask the manager if she’ll let us work on the floor that way you can tell me all about your game last night?” you said. Your words ended off with a question. God, you regretted saying that as soon it came out. You didn’t want to be that annoying bitch who just kept fawning over him and never letting him breathe. Xuxi brightened up. “Yes! God, I hate being on the floor with Matthew. He won’t stop talking to me about his latest gym session and the new protein he’s trying out. You know yesterday he texted me telling me I need to work on my tits? Not chest or pecs, tits.”

You busted out laughing. Your coworker, Matthew, who usually went by BM, was such a gym bro.

As you and Xuxi kept talking about your coworkers' antics and updated him on what has happened today, Ten had already come out and started working on the drinks. He noticed how Xuxi and you had moved away from the counter to stand by the windows. He didn’t even think you noticed the change or how Xuxi looked at you.

Yes, Xuxi was a huge manwhore and had a body count that could rival the number of goals the soccer team scored last season. Yes, he was known to not date or keep a girl for longer than two weeks. But Xuxi looked at you like he was endeared. Like he was intrigued. He and Ten had quite a few mutual friends, so Ten is no stranger to seeing Xuxi flirt. With you though, it was different.

Xuxi looked like he wanted to ravish you and hold your hand. He looked at you as if he was hooked on your every word, and he was.

Ten smiled to himself.

“_____, your drinks are ready!” He yelled out.

You startled and turned when Ten called your name. You had nearly forgotten you were on your very short fifteen-minute break and had to get to work before your manager fired you. Talking to Xuxi just made you tune out everything else.

“Let’s go back to work together, I’ll just sit in the back while waiting,” Xuxi whispered to you. Turning back around, you startled when you realized just how close his face was to yours. Just What the fuck. How did he get so close? Why does he smell so good? How is his skin so clear?

This isn’t fair, you dejectedly thought. Xuxi had no visible pores at all while you were wearing the e.l.f primer and translucent powder to make sure your skin doesn’t look cakey.

The fuck, must be nice being born with naturally good skin. It saves you money AND time.

“Okay,” you mumbled. You glanced down at his lips and….. Wow. Are they naturally that big? Did he get fillers? What other body parts were big besides his lips, hands, and di---

“_____?”

“Yes!,” you jumped. You made the mistake to make eye contact with Xuxi while he smirked as if he knew that you were gawking at him.

“Let’s go back to work, okay babe?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Sure,” you said dazedly.

“Hey _____, hurry the fuck up and come here,” Ten said.

You walked up to him and Ten yanked you so hard that you basically had half your body on the other side of the counter.

“Get it together bitch,” Ten whispered. “You did not waste some of your primer and the jeans that make your ass look good just to make an ass out of yourself. Stop being ditzy and starting flirting, you slut. I know you want to suck his dick. Plus, you need to get out of this dry spell you’re in. That belt you have on is basically a chastity one. Especially since it's from Ross.”

You gasped. “First of all, fuck you, you classist bitch. Second of all, I am not in a dry spell. We’re just not all massive hoes like you.”

“Yeah well, I’m a bisexual. And a dancer. And one that lives in Los Angeles. Everyone knows we’re the biggest sluts there is. And don’t change the subject. The last time you got laid was at that frat party which was last fucking month. You hooked up with Mingyu, remember?”

“Yeah,” you sighed dreamily. Mingyu was in your top five best lays ever. You knew that football player strength would have come in handy. “God, he was so good. He was huge AND had the strength to throw me around. You know I love men that can carry me.”

“Yes, I do, unfortunately. I also know that so can Xuxi over there. But guess what? He won’t unless you just keep staring at his blowjob lips and acting like some shy virgin. Now go, I want you to bring out the hoe side of _____ and have him so wrapped around your finger that he daydreams about you when WAP comes on,” Ten hissed as he practically shoved you away.

As annoying as your roommate may be, he was right. You wanted that dick. And you were going to get it.

You took a deep breath, fixed your posture, and straightened out your shoulders. Grabbing the drink carrier from Ten, he quickly fixed your hair and whispered “That’s it. That’s the hot _____ I know. Go make me proud.”

You walked back to where Xuxi was leaning by the door. “Ready?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. Xuxi locked his phone and put it in his pocket. When he lifted up his, you gave him your best sultry smile.

“Let’s go then,” you said, with a suggestive tone.

Xuxi smirked as he opened the door for you. He had a sinking feeling that whatever you and Ten were having a whispering match about, would end with him in trouble.

But he wouldn’t mind at all, especially with your ass looking that good in those pair of jeans and smelling so damn good.

[that-good-trash]

That Should Be Me

Kaminari x Reader

Word count: 4,153

Warnings: None

Summary: You were everything to Kaminari, and he was everything to you. So why did he feel like he lost you? Was there a way to get you back?

Comments: Just a nice little romance fic that I threw together to try and cure my writers block. Enjoy.

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The world was such a colorfully gorgeous place when you were in love. The sun seemed to shine brightly with warm rays that blanket over you. The best mornings were when you would wake up to sweet texts reminding you how beautiful you were and how much they missed you. The way your eye lite up when you looked at your phone caused your classmates to tease you. You couldn’t help how you felt so much emotion for your boyfriend. He was average to anyone else but to you he was amazing. He didn’t go to the same school as you, he didn’t go to school for being a hero at all. In fact, you had only met him by accident. You had been getting coffee for you and the girls. You hadn’t taken into consideration how many drinks there was gonna be and how you were gonna carry all of them. With two drink holders full in your arms you attempted to leave. One of the drink carriers fell out of your grip when the door didn’t open completely. You watched with horror as the drinks almost hit the ground. A boy had caught them in the holder, not spilling a drop. He looked just as nervous about them falling. He lifted the drinks up and went to give them to you but found he couldn’t. Your sparkling E/c eyes shimmered with gratitude. They were like whirlpools dragging him in. His mouth went dry trying to think of anything to say but lacked the ability to.

“Thank you so much!!!!” You grabbed the drinks from him waiting for him to reply but he didn’t. You awkwardly waved a few fingers since you couldn’t use your hand. You walked past him but stopped when he yelled for you.

“Go on a date with me!” You stopped and couldn’t turn because your cheeks were red. He almost screamed at himself because he had yelled it in front of everyone. You set the drinks down on one of the free outdoor table before quickly writing down on your phone number on your cup. You carried the drink to him and handed to him.

“That’s my favorite drink, you can treat me to one next time.” You weren’t dumb or completely shy like most people assumed. He was not expecting you to give him your drink and he definitely wasn’t expecting it to have your number on it. A huge grin spread across his face before you grabbed your friend’s drinks and fled before he could say anything else embarrassing.

That was a month ago and the two of you spent most of your free time together. You would go on dates and talk on the phone for hours. You had been scolded by Iida on more than one occasion for being on your phone during class. You and him were a loving cute couple. He was attending a normal high school with dreams of becoming a biologist. You supported him and he listened to you talk about hero things. The difference was that while you gave him your support, he didn’t seem to like the idea of you being a hero. The first fight you had was over your ‘reckless’ behavior. During training you missed an attack and received the brutal end of Kirishima’s fist. Kirishima felt so bad as you laughed at the swollen bruise across your cheek. You told him it was a good hit and it didn’t bother you. This bothered your boyfriend. He didn’t like you putting your life on the line. You stopped talking about school to avoid upsetting him. You loved being a student at UA and you loved him. You just tried to find the perfect balance of both of them. Though the more time you spent with your boyfriend the less you spent with your best friends.

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“What does he have that I don’t!” Kaminari’s whining could be heard down the corridors of UA. He had thrown his head back running his hands down his face. Kirishima laughed while walking ahead of him next to Bakugou who was trying his best to ignore the bitching blonde. Mina rubbed Kaminari’s back in a fake comforting way.

“He’s got Y/n, that’s what he’s got.” Sero had to dodge his besties fist. He laughed while hiding behind Mina who rolled her eyes but was also laughing.

“Denki!!!” Your voice cut through the chatter of the crowds around them. You rushed around the students and directly into Kaminari’s waiting embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly around you before spinning. You giggled and to anyone watching they’d think you two were dating. Actually, until you told your classmates about your boyfriend, they all thought you and Denki were a couple.  Mina wanted so badly to be able to support both of you but it was hard since you were happy with someone else and Kaminari so desperately wanted to be with you.

“What’s up babe?” That was the thing with Kaminari, he came off as a playboy. He was smirking at you with the pet name slipping from his lips. You giggled since you were so used to it by now. He was your best friend. However, Kaminari wished you knew how much he wanted to be with you. He wanted the pet name to be real, not just something he said with false confidence. You knew he was playing around but he actually wasn’t. The term was enduring, and he wanted to tell you but couldn’t. Especially now looking at the diamond necklace around your neck with your first initial and your boyfriends.

“Denki! You better not be looking at my chest!” Kaminari flushed red and looked at his friends for help. Sero was laughing manically, clutching his middle while holding onto Mina for dear life. Bakugou had already abandon all of them to go to class. Kirishima looked like he wanted to follow the blasty boy but waited for the rest of their friends. “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring your necklace.”

You believed him, or at least the smile that spread across your face seemed like you had. You lifted the necklace holding the charms between your fingers. Oh boy how he wished you would look at him like you looked at the chain around your throat. You returned your attention to him letting the necklace drop against your skin.

“Denki. I want you to come to dinner with me tonight.” Kaminari almost fainting at your statement. You had Mina and Sero’s jaws on the ground. “I want all of you to come to dinner with me and meet my boyfriend”

There it was, there had been no way you were actually asking him and he was let down. He knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Mina and Sero looked at their friend with pity. Sero bit his fist shaking his head, hurting for his buddy being done dirty like that. Kirishima smiled and nodded, he would be acting as the ambassador of the Bakusquad in Bakugou’s absence.

“We’d love to. When did you want to have this dinner?” Kaminari felt betrayed by Kirishima even though he wouldn’t be able to tell you no. “Tonight at 7, we have reservations at that Chinese hot pot place downtown. I hope that’s okay with you guys.”

“Sounds amazing, we’ll be there.” Kirishima flashed you his manly smile which you returned. You hugged Kaminari before running off to class. Kaminari was frozen not wanting to move. He had a permanent pout as his friends dragged him off to class. He would try to play nice but if a plug malfunctions and electrocutes your boyfriend it can’t really be helped. He thought about a million excuses to use to get out of this. He already had a hard time watching you text or hearing you talk about your boyfriend. He would literally die if he had to watch it with his own eyes.

“I’m not going.” Kaminari had his arms crossed while leaning against Kirishima’s door. Kirishima raised a brow before pursing his lips in annoyance. He was going to scold Kaminari about how unmanly that was but Bakugou beat him to it. “If I have to fucking go so do you dunce face.”

“But” Mina walked in through the open doorway pouting at his attempts to bail. They knew he liked you and that his was hard but they wouldn’t let him hurt you like that.  “No buts except yours out that door and to the hot pot place. We can’t keep them waiting.”

A groan of frustration and heartache escaped as Mina dragged in out by his wrist. Kirishima laughed walking out with an annoyed Bakugou. Sero was downstairs waiting for his friends and when he saw Kaminari he slapped his back. “It’s okay, if you wanna bail later just say you got a stomach ache and leave.”

With his friends by his side and a good back up plan to bail in his pocket Kaminari was ready to face his fear.

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Laugher broke out amongst your friends as they made fun of something you had done during training a week prior. Your face was red from laughing so much and you were wheezing. Your friends just kept throwing out stories about you which flattered but also embarrassed you. Bakugou elbowed Kirishima when he leaned over mentioning the angry blondes soft spot for you. Sero chimed in mentioning how you were allowed to insult Bakugou playfully and not die. Mina talked about how gorgeous you looked in literally anything but also how you owned a lot of stupid clothing pieces. You choked on water before smacking her hand. She shrugged talking about how you owned mens Hawaiian style shirts and light up glasses.

Every time you laughed you would look at your boyfriend to see if he was enjoying himself. He was quiet but smiling. He would laugh once in a while which made you extremely happy. You wanted your best friends to get along with your boyfriend. As much fun as this was you weren’t completely happy because your favorite person wasn’t happy. Kaminari hadn’t contributed to the conversations and barely touched the food. Every once in awhile he would smile or nod along. It made you sad, broke your heart. Did he not feel well? You excused yourself to the bathroom to think of a plan on how to get him to tell you what was wrong. You skirt lifted up pretty high when you jumped up. Mina giggled when she caught sight of your underwear. You could be ditzy at times so you didn’t even notice it happen. Bakugou growled at your stupidity while Kaminari’s hand shot out pulling the fabric back down. He wasn’t even looking at you when he did it. You turned watching his hand return to his side. You didn’t catch the dark aura that surrounded your boyfriend but your friends did. Without any words you ran off. Sitting on the toilet you watched your phone screen typing and retyping questions for Kaminari. Eventually you dropped your head. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Y/n?” Mina called out for you as she entered the bathroom. She didn’t like the tension that was surrounding the table so she left to check on you. You opened the stall and she saw the sadness in your eyes. “What’s wrong.”

You got up and walked into her waiting arms. She hugged and rocked you slightly. The one thing about the Bakusquad was they were very protective of you. She knew something was bothering you even before you left the table.

“I think Denki is mad at me.” Mina was actually surprised by your statement. Never would she expect you to think that. Kaminari never gave the impression that he was upset with you, even today she thought he just gave the aura that he didn’t want to be around your boyfriend, not you. He always looked at you with admiration and longing. He was an idiot but not dumb enough to hurt your feelings. That’s why he was here. “Kaminari isn’t mad at you, he’s just being dumb. He doesn’t like your boyfriend.”

She knew that saying it was controversial and would cause problems but she had to say it so you didn’t think ill of him. You looked so confused. “Why?”

What could she say? Hey Kaminari is in love with and he can’t stand to see you with another guy. Or maybe she could say, hey the moment you left your boyfriend stared down the boys with a look that was laced with possession and jealousy. Bakugou looked like he wanted to kill him and Sero looked physically uncomfortable and usually he was the one that got along with everyone. She didn’t want to start drama.

“Well, um. He doesn’t like when other guys are around you. He’s kind of protective of you.” You looked unconvinced.

“I hang out with guys in class all the time, how is this different? This is my boyfriend. I just you guys to all get along.” Your hands play with the ends of your skirt and she just wants to hug you and leave the boys to take care of this. That’s not how this night was about to go. Outside the bathroom in the private seating area you had reserved things were heating up and not because the hot pot.

“You don’t own Y/n!” Bakugou snapped at your boyfriend who made a comment about how you should wear more modest clothes around boys. Kirishima was pissed along side the hot head.

“I don’t own her but she is MY girlfriend. She shouldn’t be showing her panties to every guy around her. Also, it seems like you guys have sleepovers together. That’s gonna stop. She will not be spending the night with a bunch of guys like some kind of whore.” Bakugou was ready to attack but he didn’t have to, Kaminari slammed his fist into your boyfriend’s face. The sound of his knuckles meeting the boy’s jaw could be heard through the thin paper doors. “She’s not a whore and you’re a fucking asshole.”

Bakugou smirked while Kirishima told him to stop. Your boyfriend rubbed his face before hitting Kaminari back. You ran out with Mina when you heard yelling. You ended up walking up as Kaminari hit him again. You screamed for him to stop and his blood ran cold. You witnessed him as the bad guy and he never wanted that to happen. He watched the harsh glare you sent him as you held onto your boyfriends bleeding face. “Y/n it’s not what you think!”

“Don’t… Just don’t.” You left with disappointment in your eyes. Your boyfriend won and the real story was never told. The Bakusquad knew the truth and were willing to tell you since they wanted you to break up with him. Kaminari left ignoring his friends. He harshly rubbed angry tears into his hoodie as he walked the darkening streets. He just wanted to protect you. He knew that guy was right for you and now he just lost the ability to prove he could love you the way you deserved to be.

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“You can’t hang out with them anymore.” You had been icing your boyfriends’ nose when he spoke up, he was dead serious. You were mad but not mad enough to end friendships over this. “But they’re my friends.”

“Aren’t I your boyfriend? Don’t you care about me? That crazy red eyed demon said horrible things to me and that electric idiot hit me. How can you defend them when I’m bleeding?” You were mad when he called your friends insulting names. You knew this was a bad first impression but you didn’t want to tear apart your life because of this. You looked at him and he stared back with a stern look. You felt guilty like this was all your fault. “For now, I’ll give them space but I don’t think I can stop being their friend.”

This was a small victory for him but a lose for you. You couldn’t imagine a world where they weren’t in it, but this is what he wanted and you loved him, right?

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A few days passed and you hadn’t talked to your friends and it was killing you. They didn’t avoid you so it was even harder. Kirishima tried to talk to you but you just ran off. Sero and Mina cornered you but you escaped. Bakugou tracked you down but you hid in the girl’s bathroom for hours till he gave up. Kaminari hadn’t gone after you and that part broke your heart even more. You wanted to ask him what had happened but couldn’t get yourself to go against your boyfriend’s words. This whole fucked up scenario and started affecting your work and training. You were distracted and tired. Everyone could see what that boy was doing to you, expect you, you couldn’t see his manipulation. Deep down you knew, how could you not. It was just hard to think that he was bad when he was so caring in the beginning.

“Y/n!” You couldn’t run when the whole squad excluding Kaminari approached you. They had you trapped, no where left to run. “Okay, tell me what happened.”

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You stood in your UA uniform leaning against the fence surrounding the park that you had many lunch dates with your boyfriend at. You had texted him to meet you. Your friends had told you what was said by the man you were supposed to trust and love. You didn’t want to believe it but it had to be true. They wouldn’t hurt you unless they had too. You knew what needed to be done even if it hurt and left you with scars on your heart. The breeze blowing by lifted your skirt which you pushed down to avoid another incident like at the restaurant. You look up and see your boyfriend smiling at you. He hugs you before you can speak. “I was gonna ask you to meet up with me and then you texted me, what perfect timing.”

You wondered what he wanted to talk about and the possibility of him telling you the truth popped into your mind. You hoped he wanted to own what he had said and done. Oh boy were you wrong. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I wanted to tell you that I think you should quit UA. I think being a hero is to draining and it doesn’t look good on you. Your always getting injured and that hurts me. I can’t worry about you. I don’t want to have to fight for your attention. That school is bad for you. You should transfer to my school; you’d look better in our uniform anyway.” Talk about a blow to your chest. He hit you where it hurt. You loved UA and your dream, that you mentioned all the time, was to be an amazing hero. He wanted you to give up who you were to be his, his arm candy. You were strong, courageous, heroic but to him you were clumsy, reckless, and in over your head. You wanted to believe that he meant well but this wasn’t at all in your favor. You were a doll and everything your friends told you made perfect sense and fit directly into this puzzle. A puzzle you no longer wanted to be a piece of. “I’ll give you time to think about it.”

“No.”

“No…No? What do you mean no.” He was looking at you with distain, like you just spit on his new shoes.

“I’m not leaving UA. Actually, the only thing I’m leaving is you.” You wore your confidence proudly. A girl passing by yelled that she was proud of you and that fuck him. You had to bite back the laugh that wanted to escape. You crossed your arms waiting for his response. He nodded and started pacing. He looked pissed, his lip twitching. He turned toward you dropping his arms by his sides and walked toward you. You stood your ground as he looked down at you. You looked him over before staring into his burning eyes. He was heavily breathing and for a moment you thought he was gonna hit you. “You’re a stupid whore anyway and I don’t need you. Have fun with your fucking gang bang.”

“I will.” He hadn’t expected you to get the last word and so proudly spoken to. You threw him off guard but he punched you off your feet. You were on your ass stunned. He turned to leave and you saw the girl from a moment ago yelling while running toward him. Another person came running cause your ex to ditch out. You helped yourself up thanking the strangers. Beside the pain of your swollen lip you felt good, free. You headed home with a slight pep in your step.

“Denki?” Kaminari was waiting outside the dorm building. He turned wanting to apologize but stopped. He saw your lip and felt rage course through his veins. He stormed passed you but you caught his arms stopping him. “He did this to me but it’s okay. I broke up with him. It’s actually why he did it. Fuck him though, right.”

You were smiling despite your bruised lip. Your eyes gleamed with life and happiness again, it was enough to calm Kaminari’s anger, for now. He sighed before going back into the dorm building. He returned with an ice pack. He held it to your lip earning him a huge smile from you. He smiled back at you causing your heart to clench. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him till he was in front of you. You lean against his side while he ices your wound. “Hey Denki, Mina told me you didn’t like my boyfriend before all the fighting happened. What made you hate him prior to meeting him?”

He could have lied and lived with the truth forever but he needed you. He loved you and would give up anything for you to realize that. This was the moment he could free himself from carrying this burden. If you broke his heart, he would still love you and be your best friend.

“I hated him because he had the most important thing in my life and I didn’t. He had your love, your heart. I, I love you and just wished that I could have been him.” He was red and he was sure he was about to go into cardiac arrest but hey he said it. You had wished that he had told you before, before all this shit had to happen. You wished that you never went out with that asshole but chased after Kaminari. You had liked him all this time but thought he was just being nice and flirting because that’s who he was. Hearing him be shy yet confident and tell you made you realize you could have had this all along. A happy ending with your favorite person. You started crying and hit him which made him think he fucked up. You held into his shirt sobbing while looking at him. He was scared and hated himself for making you cry.

“Y/N please don’t cry! I’m sorry, you don’t have to like me.” You hit him again before hugging him. He hugged you back with no hesitation. “I don’t hate you idiot. I just wish you saved me the heart break and told me earlier. I love you too Denki.”

His heart stopped and you actually could physically feel him breathing, you let go and waved a hand in front of his eyes. He looked like he had just overused his quirk but with a little more shock and less stupid. You felt like you should get somebody but before you could escape you were grabbed. His arms held you tightly against his body, his breath hot against your ear. “I hope you realize what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Denki, I’m well aware and willing.” You giggled and pressed your nose to his. He countered your cute sentiment with his own. His lips gently pressed into your own with hope that it wouldn’t be painful for you. There were sparks which was cliché and almost ironic but nonetheless there were sparks. Your lips moved forming themselves perfectly against his. Despite the swelling and bruising you felt that this was exactly how your first kiss should have gone. It could have lasted forever but that was unrealistic. You had to pull away to breathe. He laughed and your foreheads met when he leaned down, his arms holding your waist. You didn’t know it but there were now pictures and recordings of this timeless moment because a certain group was watching. They were happy for the both of you. Bakugou though made a mental note to take the squad out later to find your ex and repay him for your lip.

[piratejct]

* 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐢𝐬 - 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | you know 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐰, right? they’re 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 by 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡, so they’re a 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

NAME: elias eskew  NICKNAME(S): el, ellie D.O.B: august 28th, 1997 AGE: 23 BIRTH PLACE: york, england CURRENTLY RESIDING: irving, north carolina  SEXUALITY: homosexual OCCUPATION: drag queen & employee at rockin’ and rollin’ 

tw: homophobia, bullying, anxiety, depression. 

BACKSTORY: 

born in york but grew up nyc. has an older brother, a twin sister and pretentious, rich parents who believe that their way is the only way. sadly, their way is all about being homophobic and unnecessarily demanding, so.. that’s why elias was pretty much kicked out of the household when he was fourteen. 

well, okay, not kicked out, because legally you can’t kick out a teenager and still have an ace reputation among your peers, so they did the next best thing and sent him away to irving, to live with his aunt. then, of course, they proceeded to tell whoever asked that boy was very unstable and needed special attention that they couldn’t provide at home because they’re always #working&flexing. it was a big bunch of “oh my god, we love him so much but there’s nothing we could do for him here and of course we want all the best for our sweet, totally not homosexual son, so he’ll have to be there until he’s less homosexual troubled.” 

went great. amazing. no, seriously, it couldn’t have been better for elias because while he missed his sister a whole fucking lot, his aunt actually turned out to be a super cool lady? she didn’t push him to play sports or not fuck around with make up. she even supported his theatre dreams and came to see all the school plays he was in, so, uhhh.. jokes on you, mom and dad.

irving is pretty much where elias blossomed. unlocked at least 52 achievements. went to high school, got badly bullied for being feminine and incapable of catching the ball in dodgeball ( “when it clearly fucking says you should dodge!” ) but it wasn’t all bad! he was very appreciated in the musical theatre department and got to play the lead role, like, twice. ‘twas kick-ass and he felt like a hollywood star. <3 

started dabbling in drag sometime during senior year. his sister came over one easter break and taught him a whole lotta shit about make-up so that was neato but aside from that he learned from watching youtube videos and experimenting. 

went to the local university where he studied performing arts. his parents actually paid for his studies but it was more of a “wow, really, betty? you don’t pay for your child’s education? tragic” stunt on their part. faux-supporting your kids gives you bragging rights! but he totally didn’t mind! could actually spend whatever money he’d make at his then bartending job and invest it into drag. he did it part-time while completing the degree. 

after graduating, however, it became a full time thing. or, you know, as full time as it can be. on the side, he also picked up a job at rockin’ and rollin’, because gosh, was he tired of constantly hanging out at bars. 

the dream, currently, is to hang out in irving, where he’s comfortable, a bit longer before heading out into the world to live the big city dreams. has been considering new york, since he always loved it there, but we’ll see. he’s got time. 

lives now with a couple of friends but hangs out with his auntie every once in a while. she sometimes shows up to his shows and brings roses. it’s honestly beautiful and makes him cry.

PERSONALITY: 

+ expressive, alluring, animated - melodramatic, self-critical, obnoxious 

x on the subject of crying? he cries a lot. sometimes as a joke, but sometimes.. very much not. an emotional boy, quite sensitive. expresses his emotions in a way that, for the most part, you kinda know what’s on his mind. 

x exaggerated as fuck, in everything he does. always been a huge dreamer and just loves living his fantasy, really. moves in a way that’s very, like, gentle and graceful. is a huge actor and pretty much always on his toes. sometimes switches between characters mid-conversation and gives you three different improv sequences, but he’s not like “ooh, look at me, i’m sooo skilled, i have a degree!” about it, y’know? it’s more of something he does without necessarily realizing? because he just loves pretending he’s someone else. his go-to persona is this ditzy, little bitchy shtick, which sometimes makes people think he’s dumber than he actually is. 

x but don’t get me wrong. he definitely is a dumb bitch. 

x so fashionable, though. loves to look good. wears a lot of women’s clothing because it fits him and helps him feel this paris fashion week illusion. but also catch him rocking high-heeled boots, crop tops, scrunchies. and silk. satin. he’s a hoe and a half for that stuff. 

x smells of roses and vague desperation. wants to always be the prettiest person in the room. likes to flirt with people and sleep around bc it makes him feel attractive. <3

x actually super insecure at heart and lowkey wants validation. anxious as fuck and used to be pretty depressed, but that’s gotten bit better now. 

x lightweight baby lesbian who can’t drive and gets drunk off of two mimosas and some rose wine. 

x his drag persona is g.litter ( gee, miss litter if you’re nasty. ) she’s sparkly, glittery, elegant and has probably killed all four of her husbands and taken their money. wears the highest heels and would look gorgeous covered in blood. he lives for her. 

x idk, sometimes he can be a handful but if you’re willing to deal with that? he’s a very nice boy. genuinely means well and just wants to have a laugh, i guess. also, big wine mom energy. 

x can’t actually rollerskate. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

um, everything?? throw it at me <3 

[bangtancentricsblog]

jjk/qw: 1

➣ a little something that came about because of Jungkook’s outfit and the way he was mad feeling himself on day 2 of on:e

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: fluff(?), implied smut,

❒ alternative universe: mafia,

❒ rating: 18 +

❒ word count: 1.9 k

warnings/disclosures: no edit we die like men, a little bit of violence, implied smut, Jungkook is tall, dark and handsome, Hoseok is done with your shit, spanking, violence kink?? Is that a think?, cameo from yoongi, joongki must die I don’t think I missed anything but yeah let me know if you see anything!

main ml • AO3

There isn’t much that bothers Jungkook, not by a long shot. He’s a particular kind of man; he takes everything with a grain of salt so he usually isn’t bothered by anything a simple grunt has to say about him. He is however annoyed at the way this grunt speaks of you. All the nasty things he’s got to say about you, how he thinks a cock hungry slut like yourself is fine with anyone as long as they can fuck you stupid. And Jungkook doesn’t like that one bit as he runs the tip of his tongue over his lips. It does nothing to quell the simmering anger that sits beneath the twitch of his fingertips. He can hear a few snickers here and there others throwing in their own thoughts.

Hoseok can see the glazed look that fills Jungkook’s eyes the longer their subordinates speak ill of you. He’s known the younger long enough to understand his limits and this was a limit. It’s a peculiar thing to Hoseok the way Jungkook is with you, he’s soft and sweet but not all the time. And Hoseok will admit he’s walked in on his fair share of your sexual escapades to know that you and Jungkook were something completely different. If he were to compare your relationship to anything he’d say a modern day Harley Quinn and the Joker except with a whole lot less crazy. You two had your moments but he hadn’t seen anything too extreme, yet. The fact was Jungkook ran the biggest underground operations in the world and you, well you were his biggest asset.

Hoseok knew you were good at your job, better than most almost as if you’d been born for it. Now he isn’t saying that you don’t play the ditzy slut well because you do but he knows you’re much, much more than that. You let the underlings believe you’re nothing but a dumb bimbo who likes to sit all pretty in Jungkooks lap when he so pleases. Let them believe you’re nothing but huge tits with a pussy made of gold to have their boss keep you around like he does. It’s laughable really, especially to Hoseok because he knows you.

He knows that Jungkook is the brawn, the face of the operation but you were the brain. You were the reason Jungkook now sat in a gilded throne like the king of an empire when he came from nothing, and he’d done it all for you. Because if Jungkook was king then you were the queen, his queen and Hoseok respected that. So who is he to try and stop Jungkook from harming easily dispensable nobodies? Truth is he could care less but recruiting is slow right now and he doubts Jimin would have anyone ready to replace the empty positions. He’s sighing before he can think better of it, but as luck has it you come waltzing in.

There’s a distinct click clack that comes from your Louboutin heels every time you step foot in the massive warehouse Jungkook runs the operation from. In fact the previous voices have gone quiet as you easily make your way to the back headed straight for the second floor where Jungkook sits and oversees the work of those beneath him. The long sleeved v-neck bodycon dress you wear molds to your figure in a way that grabs the attention of all of those who’d been previously lusting after you, but this outfit is for Jungkook.

You waste no time taking your rightful place in his lap, both legs thrown over his thighs as you sit sideways to better wrap your arms around his neck. Today he’s wearing red, a silk patterned shirt tucked into his pants with nearly all the buttons undone. His chest is out little glimpses of ink peak out from where the shirt lies open for your viewing pleasure. His fingers have found the slight sliver of skin that lies just above the top of your thigh high boots and below the hem of your dress. He’s quick to draw patterns on the only skin available to him, your gaze falls to the necklace that sits pretty at his collar. A thin silver chain you’ve seen once or twice, it makes him look sexier.

“Hello Hoseok.” you chirp never taking your eyes off Jungkook.

“____, to what do we owe the pleasure?” he asks.

“Can’t I just enjoy the company of my boyfriend and his right hand man?”

“No, there’s always something with you.” he sighs gaze moving to Jungkook who has begun to mouth at your neck as you giggle into his ear.

“You guys are weirdly attached at the hip, it’s kinda gross.” Hoseok shudders, before snapping his attention to the sound of voices making their way closer to them. Jungkook, it seems, has also noticed the new arrival pecking your cheek one last time before he’s staring long and hard at one of their subordinates. A boy in his early twenties, Joongki he thinks his name is, personally Hoseok can’t stand him. The boy thinks he’s a hotshot because Taehyung had been nice to him a few times, and had managed to complete a job fairly quicker than some of the others. Had heard him boast that he would definitely be moving up in rank soon, maybe even to the same rank as Yoongi, which was laughable really considering Yoongi did a lot of one man jobs and was good enough to have been recruited to the CIA.

But he supposed a boy could dream, it would take him decades to get to Yoongi’s pay grade and even then it would never happen, not with the way you disliked him. Maybe it’s his arrogance, maybe it’s his swagger (or lack of) but something about his recruitment hadn’t sat well with you. You’d played your dumb bimbo part well when he was around giggling up a storm with him really boosting his ego because it was fun to watch him think your laugh was something he’d said and not actually him. Because as far as you could tell he was a goddamn joke, a real chump and one that they should’ve gotten rid of sooner. But you trusted Jungkook and the boys, so if they kept him around it was for a reason. You’d yet to see it though, today was no different.

Joongki saunters into the room, nose to the sky which already sets you off. Then he’s giving you a once over, the ugly shit brown of his eyes darkened as they zero in on the hemline of the number you’re wearing. You want to wrinkle your nose in disgust because eww you’d never. Then he’s greeting Hoseok and Jungkook like they’re friends, as if he’s on equal standing with them. But what really pisses you off is the way he greets you, the lecherous ‘hey doll’ he let’s slip past his lips makes your blood boil. Heat rushes to your cheeks, warming your skin to the point that Jungkook has to squeeze one of your thighs to reign in your anger.

“Joongki, why are you here?” Hoseok finally asks swallowing thickly, as tension fills the air.

“I’m a higher up now so I’m entitled to the second floor.” He grins, your eyes meet Hoseok’s in confusion, who had promoted this clusterfuck of a human?

“Who promoted you?” Jungkook asks, expression pinched.

“No one directly but Taehyung mentioned a rank promotion a few days ago and I’m the only one worth promoting.” You laugh, an ugly gut busting laugh that fills the halls and startles the others that occupy the floor.

“You stupid, stupid boy.” You say in between hiccups. His eyes narrow at you.

“What would a fucktoy like you know? You’re just here because Jungkook likes an easy fuck.” He spits. Oh what a poor fragile ego he has, you think with a smirk.

“Oh honey I’m more than an easy fuck.” You stand now, easily stepping into his space, in your heels you're a few inches shorter than him. Today was the perfect day for these, you think.

“Yeah, you fancy yourself a housewife? Sorry but whores like you could never be a housewife.” You land a solid blow to his cheek, stupid disrespectful kids. Your hand throbs, the warmed metal of the rings you wear press into your palm as you curl your hand into a fist again. You raise your fist ready to hit him again when a hand wraps around it, pressing into the split skin of your knuckles pulling a hiss past your lips.

“That’s enough, you hurt your pretty hand.” Jungkook says, prying your fingers from the tight fist you hold. Your gaze meets his anger burning in their depths, because this kid was so damn disrespectful. He needed to be put in his place, you refused to let a turd like him talk to you like that.

“Put your bitch in her place.” Joongki spits and Hoseok let’s his eyes fall closed because he doesn’t need to see what comes next.

*

You shove Jungkook against the wall, lips finding the skin of his chest easily. He groans carding his fingers through your hair, tugging on the ends a bit. He’s not surprised that you’d pulled him out the room after he’d beat the shit out of Joongki, it’s one of those things you’d liked about him way before you’d built up this empire. It’s never occurred to him to ask just what you liked about him beating someone up, but he wants to ask now. He wants to know what makes you so much more eager to take his cock, you’re nipping at his jaw, hands tugging his shirt from his pants. He moves to unbutton it but you stop him with a whine.

“Don’t take it off.”

“Hmm?”

“I like it like this, looks sexier.” You sigh, pressing your lips to his a little too desperately.

“Like this, fuck me like this.” You whimper rolling your hips into his. He smirks as you fumble with tugging his pants and boxers down to free his dick. His hands slide under the hem of your dress pulling your panties down, letting they slide down your legs. He pushed the skirt up around your hips landing a solid smack to one of your cheeks, you let out a choked gasp relishing the sting as he smooths his palm over the area. He’s going to thoroughly fuck you, he thinks smirking as you whine needily pressing your tits tighter to his chest.

*

Yoongi stands in the hallway when Hoseok makes his way out the room. He feels like he’s aged years just being in there for that long. He hates when he has to deal with the two of you.

“I saw the lovebirds scurry that way.” Yoongi offers, nodding his head in the direction of the sole bedroom in the warehouse.

“I figured, how’d the job go?”

“Fine, better than expected I had wanted to talk things over with ____, but she’s busy.” He laughs good naturedly.

“Yeah, those two can be domestic as fuck sometimes.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is dangerous. I’ve seen both of them do some pretty crazy shit.”

“Makes you wonder if maybe they’ll ever settle down.” Hoseok sighs.

“This isn’t a family kinda life.” Yoongi mutters, turning on his heel and leaving Hoseok on his own.

[sixteenyearoldrants]

entry number one - to my old friend group, i am not stupid.

disclaimer: this is basically a diary. when i was 8 i took a dork diaries quiz and it told me to write a blog as a form of venting, which is exactly what i’m doing right now. you should definitely not read this fellow tumblr users it’s boring and a waste of your time i’m basically just talking to myself. if you read this and think you know me irl, no you don’t. i’m using initials to replace names btw.

introduction to my rant

my school is tiny. it only has like 250 people in the ENTIRE school, and my year (the biggest year) has 53 people. over half of them are guys, so that leaves my options for school friends pretty limited. if you’re wondering why i don’t include guys as possible friend group joiners, there is absolutely no reason why, except the fact that there’s an unspoken rule that there are no mixed gender friend groups. at all. they just don’t exist in my year. they exist in the other schools in my town, the ones with over 900 people, but definitely not in mine. as of right now, there are seven friend groups in my year. all groups except group one are all girls

group one is all of the guys. they all have their own little micro groups, but usually all of them hang out in one huge group together. group two and three are kinda exclusive? like they’ve stayed the exact same people since day one, and they’re all actually really nice but i’ve never talked to any of them about anything that isn’t homework answers, so that’s a no. group four is the closest thing we have to popular people, except there’s not enough people in the school for us to have actual intimidating popular people and they’re too nice to be mean-popular. before one of these girls joined, she was a kpop stan and my best friend. she’s still nice but i miss how close we were before we drifted.group five consists of four girls (two of whom are sisters whos parents are first cousins!!!!) and are undeniably the ‘weird kids’. i’m gonna make a separate post later on why they’re considered this but it’s most definitely accurate name for them.

group six is my old friend group that i recently left because they were extreme bitches and sosososo toxic. they genuinely act like they’re better than everyone and judging from the shitty two years i spent with them, they actually think they are. the only person i actually like is LB, she’s the sweetest person ever, i love her to bits. she left the group with me for reasons i will later reveal.

and finally, group seven. this is the biggest group, with seven or eight people. i’ve always been good enough friends with the people in it, so when my old friend group got to be too much, they let me and LB hang out with them, and i’m so happy i was able to fall back on them. i’m a lot happier in this group.

the actual rant  - why my old group was so toxic

okay, so i come across as a very ditzy person. i laugh at the stupidest things. i zone out when people talk sometimes. i like to run everywhere, sometimes i skip. i always have to ask what’s going on because i wasn’t listening. i genuinely cannot stay serious. it’s just how i am. like i guess i am kind of a ditz? but i’m not stupid at all. not at alllll. as a matter of fact, i’ve always been really smart (except in algebra because wtf how am i meant to equalize algebraic fractions using coordinates???) but anyways i’m very clever. i can tell in two seconds flat if someone’s trying to bullshit me, i can win any argument purely through logic, i can persuade people by figuring out exactly what i know they want to hear without giving them false hope. right now, i’m doing the highest possible level in every class through my second language, in a school where everyone else grew up surrounded by it and i could barely say a sentence when i joined, and have never ever made a grade lower than a C+. 

i am not stupid.

but for some reason, because i’m a bit ditzy, this friend group took that as an excuse to treat me like i am stupid, and i hated it. it wasn’t so bad for the first year. it was normal. i may have been the most common butt of their jokes, but it was fine. there was no actual bad intent behind it, they were just normal inside jokes and stuff. but then, in second year, it actually started to sting.

i would say anything and automatically recieve a dirty look, for example, once i told them about my brother’s sleepwalking, because tbh if your brother unlocks the door and walks out of your house in the middle of the night to stand outside the neighbors door in his pyjamas and socks because he’s “borrowing the hoover”, ALL while asleep (he sleeps with his eyes open too which makes it even creepier bc he doesn’t blink he just stares with weird ass zombie eyes), you’re probably gonna think, ‘hey! that’s a funny story! i should tell my friends about that!’, right?

so i went into school that morning and told them about it really excitedly, and all i got back was one “... okay.”, and all of them giving me a weird look and giving each other knowing looks and then starting up a conversation about the posters on the wall in the room we were in, like i had never said anything at all. (LB wasn’t there. it was just the three bitches)

i know i’m just being dramatic. i know i’m too sensitive, but i had been so excited to tell them about that, and then they couldn’t be bothered to respond with anything other than a look. and it fucking hurt so much and i don’t know why but that memory just always stuck with me. after that i just kinda faded into the background for the rest of the conversation and didn’t say much.

but then i realized that a pattern was emerging. if i tried to start a conversation, i would get the “... okay?” and the looks would be given and exchanged. if i asked a question, i.e “wait, so *name* did/said what?”, they would exchange looks, giggle, and then say *insert my name* in a super exasperated tone and sigh, then continue without answering. they treated me like i was some sort of dumb dog, and i couldn’t stand it. constantly making snide jokes about me. i took the hint after about a month. they didn’t like me. i couldn’t make them like me. i just accepted it. but as you know, at that time i didn’t really have many other friend group options, and another girl had once left our group and they had talked so much shit about her when she left, and i knew they would do the same if i left. so i stayed.

eventually, in the last month of school, they started being bitchy to LB too. they would basically ignore her on the bus home, give her dry responses, just being typical bitches. it got to a point where we would be walking around at lunch, and the three of them would literally have their backs turned to us while talking under their breath so we weren’t included in whatever they were talking about.

i didn’t mind, i was used to it, but it was starting to get to LB. she cracked when i stopped to tie my lace while she waited for me, and the other three full on speedwalked away from us, no shame. she asked if i had been feeling left out recently, because she definitely had, and i was like “omg finally i’ve been wanting to rant to you about this forever” and i explained to her that they had never really liked me and treated me like shit and we decided to leave.

so we did. and now we’re with group seven, those ex-friends seem to have no problem with either of us. in fact, they treat us like nothing ever happened and treat me the way they did when they liked me.

so that’s something i guess. i’m not going back though. ever.

if you read all the way down to this i love you have a cookie.

❤ THE END❤

[honhonluigi]

So, did you hate Chiaki right off the bat or did you begin to hate her as time went on?

I don't hate any characters right off the bat. I don't know anything about them, so how could I? I always try to give all the characters a decent chance and never decide something before I know their personality. Usually I try not to form a strong opinion before they're dead, because anything about them could change or be revealed as a lie up until they're gone. And even after, in some cases.

As far as Chiaki goes, I expected to like her. I only saw her sprites on the Wiki and I knew absolutely nothing about her, but I knew that people compared her to Kaede, and I liked Kaede. Plus I thought her sprites looked cute. Because of the Kaede comparisons, I thought she was going to be Hajime's best friend and love interest, and I was prepared for that. I thought she was going to be a really dumb, ditzy, clueless cute idiot, and I thought I'd at least like her somewhat, if not love her.

In the first chapter, I didn't know much about her. She was just unremarkable to me. I had no opinions. I did spend some free time events with her, because I didn't know her at all, and I thought 'if this is going to be Hajime's girlfriend, I should get to know her better.' But she remained pretty bland and unremarkable. I thought it was just because I didn't know her well enough to get to her personality. I had no idea it was because she didn't have a personality at all. I had no opinions about her. Towards the end of the first chapter, and through every chapter onwards, I realized that Chiaki actually had nothing to do with Hajime at all, and wasn't involved with him in the slightest, so I struck the 'love interest/best friend' thing from my mind. I just want this to be stated for the record: I went into the game thinking Hinanami would be canon, and it was so not canon that I changed my mind. The game proved me wrong. Also, I realized that Hajime x Chiaki wasn't canon before I started hating Chiaki, and before I had any opinions about her at all.

In chapter two, I started to think she was pretty fucking creepy. I noticed that she was completely emotionless all the time, and her lack of a personality was becoming clearer. Chapter two was when she really started to first creep me out. Chapter 3 did the same thing. In chapter 3, she also really fucking creeped me out. By the time I got to chapter 3, I was terrified of her. I thought she was going to be revealed as a murderous psychopath. Also, in chapter 2 and chapter 3, her lack of a personality and her bland boring self were really grating on my nerves. She was annoying and obnoxious already, and they were trying too hard to make her seem 'cute'. But that was overshadowed by how fucking creepy she was. I did give her a chance though. I gave her two more chances, two more free time events, to try and get to know her. I wanted to give her a solid chance before I formed an opinion. I remember thinking "this bitch really doesn't have a personality, does she?" and "Maybe I could just try a couple more free time events and see what happens, and maybe I'll find her more interesting if I get to know her." I tried so hard to like her. I gave her plenty of fucking opportunities. I did three full free time events with her without learning a thing about her personality, and by the end of it I was like, "Okay, fine, I give up. God damn."

In chapter 4, I realized that she wasn't going to be revealed as a psycho killer. I realized that she was actually going to be the Future Foundation spy, and the only perfect person in the second game. That was when it hit me full-fledged how perfect they wanted to portray her. How much they wanted to push her importance despite her not doing anything. How much they wanted everyone to love her despite her talking to no one. How much they wanted to see her as perfect despite all the bad things she did. How much they wanted to portray her as the perfect character despite having no personality. That was when I saw that, far from being a creepy villain, she was going to be a Mary Sue and nothing but Waifu-Bait. (Around that time, I also got on tumblr and saw that people did insist she was Hajime's love interest, which just made it worse. I was dreading the moment that they would start pushing her on Hajime. She never actually did become Hajime's girlfriend, or even his friend, but the fandom insistence still chafes me regardless.) Anyway, by chapter 4 I saw that she was going to be nothing but Mary Sue waifu-bait. By chapter 4 I knew that she didn't have a personality. By chapter 4 I saw the obnoxious ways that they tried to shove how 'cute' she was down your throat. By chapter 4 I fucking hated her, and I had had enough. She annoyed the shit out of me. I dreaded every line that came from her mouth. It only got worse in chapters 5 and 6, when she started doing horrible shit that no one ever called her out on, and when she was made into this important martyr despite doing nothing all game.

So, the answer: I hated her over time. At first, I knew nothing about her at all, so I didn't have any opinion. But the more I got to know her, the more she annoyed me. The longer she was around, the more I despised her and saw her as the obnoxious waifu-bait she was. I tried to give her a chance and get to know her before I formed an opinion, but every second I had to spend with her on screen only made me want to tear her fucking eyes out.

My opinions of her went--

Chapter 1: No opinion. I don't know her. But I'm gonna try to like her, since I try to like all the characters.

Chapter 2: Oh, she's kind of creepy isn't she? And annoying. They're trying too hard to make her seem cute. And she's really boring...

Chapter 3: Okay she's really fucking creepy! God, I'm gonna have nightmares about this bitch! And she's so obnoxious too! We get it, she plays video games and she's a girl! Stop trying to play waifu-bait with her! And she's so fucking bland! why is she even here!?

Chapter 4: ah. mary sue. it's a mary sue. that's why. that's why she's so obnoxious. that's why they're trying so hard to shove it down your throat that's she's 'cute'. it's fan service because it's a video game with anime girls so of course the video game girl has to be an anime waifu. we're being played. I hate her. I despise her. She's so annoying and boring and obnoxious. She has nothing to her personality. She's worse than Maki.

Chapter 5: ohhh my god ohh my god oh my god I'm going to put my first through my fucking computer screen if she talks one more time oh my goooooddd

Chapter 6: I̷̩̰͓̮̻̔́̍͊̀͆ ̶̨̝̠̝̣̭͉̪̟̳̣͔̝̇̔͑̉̈́̅̐͗́̔̾̅̔͝͝ą̴̪̲̺̻̹̫͈̳̼͐͜m̴̢̢̧̛̻̼͕͔̝̀̿̂͌́͝ ̶̧̨̩̮͇̲͕̠̼̙̐͑̀̃̔̈̿̿͗̕͜i̸̡̧̥͙͈̦͊̕͜ͅn̷̢̛͉͙̩̹̦͚͚͚̹̗̗͈̜͐͂̇̑̇̊̊̃̕͜ ̶̛͙̲͕̫̯̹͚̝͇̘̻̊̋̃̈́̉͐̎̈́̏͜͠ë̵̗̺̘̗͕͒͐̉͊̄͌x̵̧̛̰̖̘̞͉̪̫̿̓̿̐̀̐̃̕c̴̢̨̛̰̙͇̟̘̳̦̼̲̪̺̀̉̎̀͋̋̀͜r̸̯̩̟͌̑̊̅͐͗͊̍͠û̴͕̥͈̦͚̜̠̲̯͖̖̲̉͗̔̅̇̎͛͊͜͝ͅͅc̷̘̞͍̦̙̲̟̰̬̔̔̆̀͜ì̷̢͕͙̲͑̾̈́͑̔̽́a̸̡̧̨̧̫̩̲͇̠̲͕̬͙̟̼͐̒̚ţ̶̲̘̞̫̗̯̱̤͒́̾͑͠͝ͅį̴̛̣͓̩̪̪̩̲̄̋̌͝ṅ̵̛͔͒̑͑̎̀̊͑̐͘̚ğ̶̢̹͕̤̱̖̜̠̟͍̗͔̇͗̀̑̀̉͝͝ ̴̢̤̗͓̻͍̩͎͒̈́͛ṕ̵̛͎̪̻̜̳̏̒̄͝a̸̛̮͖̮̞͛̉̒̐͗̽͌͒͌͑͑̊͘į̷̢͍̙͖̘̲͎̜̣̐͜n̸͖̘̥͙͍͕͉̺̈́͌̆̄́̈́̽͜͠ ̵̧̰̜̟̤̗̺̮̳́̽̓̾̉̉̍̔͊͋̓̇́̚b̸̧̩͇̣̫͓͖̜͖̫̫͔̜̾̒͛͐̈̈̋ͅȩ̷̛̹̪̤̱͓͙̰̼̞̮̇c̸̢̨̼̺̤͈͎̰͔̠̮̩͙̰͋̈́̓͛̆͛͌ạ̸̧̛̹̯̹́̿̄́̑̿̈̇̇̈́͊͘͝ṵ̷͎̮̱̔̇̍̅̃̒͑́͝͝s̶̳͚̻̖̈́̄̎̀̋͊̿̆̉͛͆̈́͛̈́̚ȩ̴̞͉͎̫̩͋͋͋̒̅̃̆̓̉ ̸̞̻̫͇̬̟̦̒̔̉ţ̶̛̲̫̝̫̩̳͎̈́͑̇̿̐͆̓̀͂̕͜͝ͅh̵̨̛̫̗̑͒̋̾̅̐̈͝͠i̴̞̖̓̇̽̏͋̀̈́̐̕s̷̲̱͈̤̪̪͛̌̈́̈́̈́̀̓͂̿̂͗̚͝͠ͅ ̴̳̭̮̪̜̣̝̱̤̅͐͐͘̚͜ͅb̸̜͇̺̼̲̞͈̟̫̎̍̑̈́͗͑̓̓͊̑̔̕̚͝i̵͎͚̞̻̭̩̬̟̯̝̣̠̳͌̀̃͘͝ͅt̴̠̑̉̾̇̏̄̐̌͗̽̒̔͑͑͆c̷̙̣̝̫̯͎̱̳͒͛̽͗̉́̈̇̚͠͝ͅh̵̭̓̏͑̏̿̅̌̆̊̎̓͆ ̵̠̘̲̦͈̰͎͈̹̾̑̿̀̐̾̄͠ͅȉ̸̟̘͙̌ͅs̴̫͉̼̹͉̪͔͓̣̼̽̊͌̊͌͋̑̃̏͆̈ ̶̦̠̂̉͋̑̎̈̍̋͐s̶̛̛͎̺̪̤̫̥̥̀͛̓̀͋̈́̇̔̏̃̑̕͜o̸̢͖̯͇̱̙̔̀̎̋̄͊̀̋̒̈́̄̊͊̕͝ ̵̨̧̛̳͍̲͓͇͍̃̾͛́́̓̔̚͝͝͝͝ͅͅṯ̶̛̹̲̀̋̃̏͆͛̉͋͂̂̈̈͑͘e̸̛̠̟̓͂̋̅̈̈́͂̃ŗ̶̧̦͎̗͓̺̪̪̞̜̦͌̍r̷͇̎͊͋̑̐̌͂͐̀̕͠i̴̯̗͖͕̺̖̣̗̝̙̪̐̌̅̈́͠ḃ̵͖̞̯̐͑̂̈̋̈́̋̉͂͐̕ḽ̵̢͉̹̤͕͔̠̞̻̤̘͍͖́̒̌̑́̈́̃͊̐̇̾̔̂ẻ̴̖̹̹̲̬̠̀̊̋̓̂ͅ.̴̢̲̺͒͒̈͋ ̶̘͈̄

And then I found out about the anime and how the fandom saw her, which just made it worse. So...thinking about her gives me indigestion and an aneurism. Story time over.

[bubblyernie]

Ah, my Good Omens OC’s reference sheets that took way too long to make

art tag // commission info

Here’s some bio/backstory whatever

So back in ye olde days, around 2000 bc or something like that, Haylia works as an angel who sorts files and records and such, just the normal desk job. She handles a lot of back and forth things from hell to heaven and vice versa, until one day she gets a promotion and is sent to run things back and forth and sort with them both in office and with the opposition.

Aldean works Hell’s receiving desk, essentially what Haylia did before the promotion. Upon her arrival, his first instinct is “oh an unsuspecting angel? Perhaps I can…sway them over, and get promoted out of my boring ass job.” So he grabs her, going full horrifying demon appearance and she shrieks and just sprays him with something and he’s all “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK- Is that pepper spray?! Why do you have pepper spray in 2000 BC?! I’LL BACK OFF JUST NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!” And its communion wine so he gets kinda stung in the eyes and just retreats to his desk. And they kind of have this mutual respect because damn an angel straight up defends herself so badass against this nightmare man and this demon is nice enough to back off after an attempt.

Appearance wise, Aldean is very regency era themed, and he likes to collect things at his desk like cool knives and darts. Things that get lost in the mail.

Haylia is very 1910s-1940s dressing, has a cute beret and dresses nice. She likes to collect buttons and stuff. Pins or badges too. Like a little Girl Scout

Right, I suppose we start with how their personalities are like and how they are together. Aldean is kind of the “Hates his office job” kind of character but very sly and smart mouthed, how you expect an alley cat to be. That’s his whole…demon-schtick, a feral cat (yknow how they do that thing with all the demons and like. Their flies and frog and snake etc. Dagon’s is a fish, I think.). He might be the one character that I have that’s genuinely suave and nonchalant, and isn’t wearing it as a facade. That’s pretty neat. He’s also covered in scratches from his cat

Okay Haylia is like…She has a whole 1940s wartime/scout look. A beret and little scarf and all, in the heavenly colour scheme. She’s very sweet and a bit ditzy. smiles a lot. Kinda childish but also knows how to handle a weapon, though she’d rather not use it. If I can compare her to a character out there, 100% I will say Queenie from the fantastic beasts series okay in terms of appearance they’re similar (colour scheme, hairstyle, oof. I missed the mark in terms of design that isn’t fashion for her. Her clothes I’m pretty proud with). She’s really eager to do things too. I wanna draw her glowing with a bunch of eyes and three sets of wings bc angels are cool. I like to imagine she’s the dove that brought the olive branch during the whole Noah’s ark thing, since she gives carrier pigeon energy but that might be a bit stepping over Aziraphale’s whole thing so.

Haylia’s probably just ignorant of Aldean’s…everything, not oblivious. Again, kind of a ditz. Not dumb, just dumbass.

Basically they’re working together, signing and sorting things at either party’s desk (usually Aldean bc Haylia’s the one out of the two that is allowed to go up and down at her choosing.) They both drop by on earth every once in a while, and they like it for the Aesthetic, but theyre both super above it. And unfortunately, theyre very buddy-buddy coworkers, but absolutely put their side first. So if either has to kill the other on order, they will hesitate bitch, but will ultimately do it.

[tabikuntz]

Daddy made me into a forever young slutty dumb cunt, straight, blonde, with huge fake tits. I love it ! I love getting carded always even though I’m like 25 by now. I love that I can’t add, or spell right, or think straight, or think at all, and I love how slow my brain is even on the most simple things. I love being always horny, hot, sex on my mind, Men in my pretty little head all the time. I love high heels and thongs and my battery operated boyfriend and my jeweled butt plug. I love getting waxed and bleached and lip fillers. I love my numbed-up clit that can’t orgasm that Daddy says he’ll cut off one day. I love older guys. I love big Cocks. I love Black guys especially. I love swallowing cum and getting my fakes spunked up and taking it up the ass like a straight girl. I love being a blonde, being that girl, being a dumb blonde, being a bimbo— being a stereotype cliche bimbo girl of a certain age with a deep hot pink curse that makes me ditzy giggly and prone to forgetting everything but the last 16 years. I love trying to get off with my fist deep up my slit but I just can’t without a rough man to tell me so. I love talking bad. I love sounding hick. I love this horny nympho bimbo sexpot teenage fuckdream blowjob queen body, and how it totally rules me. I love how everyone just sees my hair and my tits and thinks, bimbo. I love that I can’t be anything else, that this is how I’m gonna stay, that this is who I am, what i am, how I am. I love my stupid girly voice, my homemade tramp stamp, my biker bitch nipple rings, my skanky cum-stained look, my dumb taste in clothes and bad choices in Men and these come-fuck-me-up shoes that cost so much money. I love my stupid girly name and how I can’t even spell it right and that no one else ever knows that I’ve was ever anything else but a country bimbo trailer white-trash daughter of a drunk mean step-father who had to learn me right with his belt and dick who wears the trousers in a real Man’s house. I love to worship on my knees, and I love a guy in uniform, and I am so proud of this country and how it treats cunts like me. I love being born again in the Church of Men as a God-fearing altar girl singing solos on the choir Master’s organ. Blessed by my Lord to bleed and to be bred. I love being a cock addict, a cum junkie, a truckstop whore, a gloryhole cumdump, a jailbait rape-date. And that it always becomes more, and I always let them do me down. I love showing off and being so damn sexy. I love being taken advantage of. I love the smell of balls, and the taste of His sperm on my breath always there no matter what I do. I love being naturally submissive and always trusting Men. I love how they all like me for my looks and never my brains. I love being so dumb and always needing a Man to order for me, to just order me around, take me and keep me and use me regular. I love that I can’t learn. I love that I can’t read or write. I love that I have to cheat, blow guys for answers, copy off other dumb girls, have sex with their brothers or fathers or Men or husbands or sons. I love how I burn with shame that I gotta take their fingers or go down on the smart girls if they ask though it does nothing for me. I love to try to seduce teachers, to dress to give all the guys boners, and to be the class slut with the biggest tits. I love when Daddy resets my mind and anything I thought I knew goes away again. How I get a little bit dumber each time, till one day I’ll test negative for IQ. I love always having to go back to high school to do it right this time by flunking and dropping out after being railed by all the guys even the ones who don’t know what hole to use but it’s ok, they can totally gang bang me the wrong way. Cause I’m a slut ! And it feels good to be bad and get spanked and soak my panties if I remembered to wear any. I love it to hurt cause it hurts so good. I love showing off to try to get Male attention cause I’m a Daddy’s girl with such needs. & I’m always gonna be Daddy’s dumb little girl, needing Him to say for me. Like I gotta ask Him ! It’s so good.