#full b00b

[freshxsturniolo]

silly little comment - chris sturniolo x femreader

REQUEST : @helo927 : Can you do something when the reader and Chris are lying in bed and the reader is wearing a bra and trackpants. Reader is scrolling on her phone whilst Chris lays his head on her chest watching her phone until Chris slowly starts moving his hands up to readers b00bs, reader doesn’t think anything of it because he’s always doing it until he does something about it. Yk where to go w it…Lots of after care like in the shower and there washing each others hair, Chris cleans her up and ect. 🩷

WARNINGS : smut smut smuttttttt, pet names, p in v, cutie cookie fluff.

a chuckle escapes the both of your lips as you scroll through tik tok, a video of complete nonsense that somehow made you both laugh. you were having what you could only describe as the most perfect sunday. a pair of chris' fresh love sweatpants on your legs, a black bralette on your chest and nothing else. hair up in loose curls as you lay atop your boyfriends bed. chris in matching fresh love sweatpants to yours, black tshirt covering his top half as he lay his body against you, head against your chest and arm laying lazily on you stomach, leg wrapped in-between yours as he stares down at your phone, his own left abandoned somewhere in the room.

you scroll again and let out another laugh as an edit of your boyfriend plays on the screen. you were always liking fan edits of him, occasionally commenting, as you knew the fans loved it. chris never told you, but whenever he saw an edit of himself and he clicked on the comment section and saw your silly little comments, it sent him a little crazy.

you watch the entire video all the way through, smiling as they used some of your favourite clips of your boyfriend before you give it a like and click onto the comment section. you were never embarrassed to let the world and chris know you were utterly obsessed with him, so even though he's lay on your chest, full attention on your phone, you leave a comment anyway.

yourusername : my mannnnn

"babe" chris chuckles, and when you look down at him you see his cheeks have flushed a little pink, as he removes his hand from your stomach and flicks across to the next video. you chuckle, bringing your hands to his hair and twirling a lock of his curls around your fingers. his hair was extra curly, having only washed it that morning, and it fight perfectly around your finger.

usually, the act of playing with chris' hair would send him into a soft slumber, but upon seeing you in real time make one of those silly little comments, no care that he was there and watching you, it was sending him crazier than ever.

his hand that he just used to swipe onto the next video slowly but surely creeps up your stomach, sending goosebumps across your entire body before his hand rests perfectly on your boob. a perfect handful for his hands. you think nothing of it, it wasn't unusual for him to fall asleep with a handful of your boob, it was a comfort for him and you didn't mind at all. but when you start to feel his index finger tracing the top of your bralette in a perfect line, taking a quick peep down at him to see his eyes are no longer paying attention to your phone, you know that it isn't a soft slumber thats about to overcome him. you reposition yourself slightly, granting him even more access without actually saying so and you watch as his position changes, his legs wrapping around you even tighter. you try to remain calm, flicking onto the next video which just so happened to be yet another edit of the man latched onto you, and your tummy feels giddy.

he notices it, wether he can feel your heart hammering in your chest from his position lay against it, or he just knew the feel of your body, he dips his fingers into your bralette, immediately flicking over your nipple and it takes everything in you to not let out a moan of pleasure, but when his second fingers come intact and he pitches down on you, you can't help it.

he looks up at you immediately, a sultry grin on his face.

"that feel good?" he says, his voice having dropped from arousal, and you almost fold immediately. you let out a nod, and his fingers pinch at your nipple even harder. "what about that?"

"chris" you manage to mutter out, locking your phone and throwing it somewhere down by your feet. he watched as you do so, before he flips his entire position. he's straddling you, but it only takes him a second before he grabs onto your shoulders and sits you up. your torsos are touching as his hands come to the bottom of your bralette.

"take it off" he says, and you grab just next to his own hands, both your fingers brushing as you both remove the bralette off and above your head. once its off and thrown somewhere across his bedroom, his lips crash to yourself, his hands coming to the headboard of his bed so you're automatically pushed back. when you're fully lay back down, he realises his lips from you, hands coming to your waist as he kisses your jawline, onto your chest, down in-between your boobs before nipping at one of your nipples with his teeth.

"stop fucking teasing, chris" you mutter, head arching back off the pillow as the pleasure over your entire body becomes almost unbearable. you buck up your hips, him still straddling you, to feel some sort of friction against him, and his hands go back to the headboard immediately, his body hoovering over you.

"impatient princess" he says, before he pushes himself off the headboard, immediately swopping down to the waistband of your fresh love sweatpants. he tugs at them slowly, you bucking your hips again to allow him access to pull them down and past your hips before theyre half way down your legs.

"chris" you whine again, and he chuckles as he finally pulls them off.

"no underwear?" he says, hands on your thighs as he gives them a quick squeeze before slowly sliding them up your legs, around to your hamstrings before giving them a squeeze. you know what he wants, and you oblige immediately as you lift your hips, gaining him access to rest his hands against your ass. you lower yourself back onto them, and he looks at you one last time before his head is inches away from in-between your legs, a grin on his face before he dips his head. he doesn't waste no time, his tongue is working magic in-between your folds, circling around your clit before he removes it for a second, and then going back in. he was teasing you, and when he did it the second time you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling up his head to look at you.

"get up, now" you say. and a smirk comes over him. you know he loved to tease you, seeing you squirm was his favourite thing. but there was something in you today that felt different. you wanted to pay him back.

he stands up off the bed, his matching sweatpants to yours sliding down his legs, all whilst you've repositioned yourself so you're on your knees on the bed, sat watching him impatiently. when he looks back at you, his eyes scan your entire body. the way your hands are resting on your thighs, legs slightly spread and back slightly arched. he wants to take you there and then, but when he crawls back onto the bed, you hold up your hand to his chest.

"nah ah" you say, grabbing his chin in your hands and pulling him up so he's forced to sit in the exact same position as you. on his knees. you take a quick look down, his cock already sprung against his t-shirt and you let out a smile as your free hand reaches down, taking him in your hand. he gasps immediately, eyes closing, and knowing he's sensitive you leave it lingering there for a second without making any movements, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, his adam apple bops up and down. you smile, one hand still hooked under his chin and you start to work him with your hand, he tries so hard to keep his eyes on you, but he can't. when he rolls his head back, your hand automatically falling from his chin and landing against his chest, you stop.

his head whips up immediately to look at you, and you give him a grin.

"not nice, is it?" you tease.

"fuck you" he grows. his hands come straight to your throat, gripping either said as his thumbs are used as a ledge for your chin, pushing it up so you're slightly arched, his forehead connecting with yours. you gasp as his mouth comes to yours, but neither of you kiss. you start working your hands again, feeling him growing even bigger with each stroke, and his breathing is so heavy against your mouth, his legs shaking in the position you're in.

"stop, baby" he whispers, pulling his forehead away from yours. you do as he says, removing your hands as he removes his from your neck.

"turn around" he says, gripping your hips. you giggle, turning around so your back is against his torso, his hand comes from behind his and holds your throat, pulling you backwards into him even further.

"buckle up" he whispers into your ear, before he removes his hand and pushes your back down. you stumble forward, on all fours, a giggle escaping your lips as you feel his dick rubbing against your folds. you lean forward, now on your elbows and arching your back to give him better access to your already dripping c*nt, turning your head to look at him. he catches your eye as he guides himself into you, and when he reaches the full way he slams against you, causing you to jolt forward.

"i said buckle up, baby" he says, and you grip hold of the bedsheets as he grabs onto your hips.

he pounds in and out of you, the foreplay and teasing from previous making it almost too much to handle, and a whimper escapes your lips.

"chris" you pant, and he leans forward slightly.

"let me hear you babe" he says, and its enough to send you insane.

you let him hear you alright, and your moans and pleads of his name only make him thrust harder before you're a crumbled mess.

"fuck baby" he whispers. "you're killing me"

"im gonna cum, chris" you utter.

"yeah, fuck, me too"

and after a few more thrusts, you realises hits you. you slam your face into the pillow, his natural scent hitting you and making the orgasm 10 times better as you scream out his name. you feel him shudder behind you, his thrusts getting sloppy before he eventually stops, his breathing harsh and rapid as his hands give you hips a gentle squeeze.

"jesus. you're everything." he whispers as he pulls out of you. you gasp as he does so, before you remove your head from the pillow and twist your body to lay back on your back. you're panting, hands coming to your stomach with a smile on your face.

"stay there" he says as he steps off the bed, running off to his bathroom and emerges just a second later with a towel. "lemme clean you up, princess" he says.

he's back on the bed now as you lift up your knees as he comes to the bottom of you. one hand on your knee as he uses the other hand to clean you up, being careful not to hurt you as you're feeling sensitive, before he flips the towel round and uses it to clean himself.

"i need a shower, i think" he whispers, using his forearm to wipe at the beads of sweat underneath his hair on his forehead, before looking back up at you again.

sitting yourself up and swinging your legs off the bed, you reach out for his hand which he takes without question, standing off the bed himself before you drag him into his bathroom. you let go of his hand as soon as you step inside, him throwing down the towel on the floor as you move over to his shower and turn it on. keeping your hand underneath until you feel the water finally gets hot, you turn around to face your boyfriend. he's watching you closely as you turn to get into the shower, letting out a moan of pleasure as the warm water hits your skin. you lean your head back, letting the water drip over your face and onto your head, before pulling it back down and looking towards chris.

"come on, then" you say with a smile, holding out your hand.

"oh you're so beautiful" he whispers, taking his t-shirt off before stepping right in.

his hands come to your hips immediately and yours swing around the back of his neck, smiling at each other like you were each others favourite thing in the world. you were, you absolutely where.

he dips his head to kiss you, the water from the shower sprinkling over the two of you, his lips so soft, his hair getting wet as you run your fingers through the strands that lay at the back of his neck. the way he just fucked you like that, to the way he can become so sweet was mesmerising to you. when you finally pull away, he brings his hands down until they're on your ass, and he gives both cheeks causing you to squeal.

"and here was me," you start. "thinking about how romantic you were being after what the fuck just happened in there" you say, only causing him to laugh.

"i can be romantic, baby" he says, grabbing your hips and spinning you around to face away from him. you look across your shoulder to see what he's doing, but his hands comes in front of you and grabs your shampoo off the shelf in the shower, and a smile appears on your face. his hand disappears again, and you listen as he squeezes the shampoo into his hand, before his arm appears again and he places the shampoo bottle back on the shelf.

after a few more second, you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder, and then his hands are rubbing against you scalp, the smell of your shampoo radiating around the room. you can't help but lean your head back, your back now pressed against his torso as his hands rub the shampoo through the whole lengths of your hair.

"thank you" you whisper, and he press another kiss against your shoulder before his hands work there way through the lengths of your hair, rubbing the shampoo properly through the ends, your eyes closed and enjoying his touch against you. when his hands land on your hips, and he pulls you back to let the shower head wash over completely. you lean your head back, letting the water pour over you, feeling the bubbles of the shampoo running down your back, your hands coming to the end of your hair to squeeze out the water and the last of the shampoo. bringing you head back to neutral position, you run your hands over your face to get rid of any water, and when you reopen them again you see chris' hands reaching for his own shampoo. grabbing hold of his wrist, you pull his arm backwards, reaching for his shampoo bottle. you hear him softly laugh behind you, his hands coming to your waist as you spin around the face him.

"let me" you say, squeezing the shampoo into your hand and quickly turning around to place it back on the shelf. when you turn back around to face him, theres a smile and a warmth on his face that makes you melt.

"i love you, you know?" he says, and you smile as you rub the shampoo in your hands, before bringing your hands to his now wet hair. rubbing your hands against his scalp, your fingers tickling at him, his eyes close in pleasure.

"i love you too. so much." you whisper.

his eyes open again, just as you finish rubbing the shampoo through the lengths of his hair, and his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into him in a hug. you laugh, arms around his neck again, the water hitting you both perfectly. you stay there like that for a few minutes, rocking from side to side, your chins resting on each others shoulder as the warm warm hits you, and you realise in that moment you'd never been more in love.

"you know," you say, pulling away to look at him. the water has washed out of the most of his shampoo but you smile as you run your fingers through his hair, getting rid of the last few strands. he smiles, bringing his hand up to his hair to push it backwards before letting the now dripping wet curls sit against his forehead. "i'll have to comment on those edits more often, if this is the type of treatment i get."

he rolls his eyes, pretending not to care but feeling slightly embarrassed that you had noticed it was that that had got him worked up.

"i'll give you this treatment daily, princess. silly little comment or none."

and you both laugh, lips attached to each other again.

HOPE THIS WAS OKAY! <3

[thebutterflyeater]

Revenge Photography

Synopsis: You've been dating sanemi for a while, but he finally crossed the line this time by commenting on your weight.

Little did you know, recently he also pissed off Obanai. Why not seek some comfort in his best friend's and his girlfriend's arms?

Content warnings: Nude photography, revenge sex, cheating, cheating with his best friend, threesome, body worship, chubby reader, fem reader, Dom mitsuri, switch obanai, cream pie, b00b job, bj, dry humping, plus sized mitsuri

Word count: 6,800+

The last few days had been pretty dicey between Obanai and Sanemi. Sanemi bombarded his phone with constant messages for the first two days, wondering what he had done so wrong to his best friend to justify the cold shoulder. Every message that lit up the ravenette’s phone had gone unanswered and unread.

The tension carried over into his home life with his loving girlfriend, you. He wasn’t only having issues with his best friend, but also you. A year of dating brought on a little relationship weight gain for the both of you. The second he couldn’t fit in a pair of jeans from his closet, he was going back to his old ways and hitting the gym. He and Obanai had made a routine of it, meeting every other night of the week after their respective jobs to work out for a few hours. But he wasn’t the only one who had gained weight in the relationship, and it bugged him. You were never a big girl by any means of the word, but you weren’t a stick. Now, it was just hard for him to look at you without spotting the changes in your body.

His favorite parts of you filled out a bit more and he found himself avoiding looking at them during intimate moments. Even touching you was too much for him sometimes. He had never considered himself one of those people that disliked a little meat on a girl’s bones, but it was something about how you didn’t even seem to mind the extra weight that just got under his skin. In his mind, you were not the same as the girl Shinobu introduced him to all those months ago. The dislike bled into your every day and just led to messy arguments.He refused to outright admit what his problem was, but you had a feeling that you already knew due to his blatant hesitance when it came to intimacy. Yesterday was no exception and today probably would be either.

Sanemi walked into the apartment, dragging his shoes across the welcome mat before kicking them aside. “Home!” He called, passing by the living area with his arms full. You were curled up on the couch, engrossed in one of your shows. Those trashy midday dramas have claimed countless victims, and you were no exception. Thank god for cable. You paused the tv and eased off of the couch, following your boyfriend into the kitchen. “Did you grab the stuff for dinner tonight? I really want to try and make that special vegetable pasta you’ve been looking at.” As Sanemi set the bags onto the cracked counter, you pressed a kiss against his cheek. He felt his skin squirm a bit. Was he really that superficial? No, he just wanted you back the way you were before. There was nothing wrong with wanting your girlfriend to stay the same. He shook his head, turning to look you over, “I actually got us some low calorie microwave meals.” He watched as your nose scrunched in evident confusion and a little bit of disgust. “Why did you do that?” You mumbled and turned to peek into the grocery bags. Sure enough, he had gotten you both the lean cuisine spaghetti meals that would definitely taste like stale ass. He reached into the bags, pulling the meals out to toss in the freezer for now before speaking, “I just thought it would be a nice change.”

He knew that you hated those. You shuffled through the other bags and everything was just not what you had sent him for: protein powder, gross protein bars, canned nuts. You had sent him to the store to pick up a few snacks, stuff for dinner, and some cheese that he didn’t bother to get. “I’m just saying, it’s a little weird. I know you like the fitness stuff, love, but I’m not really interested in it like that.” He mumbled under his breath, “I can tell.” “What?” You turned on your heels to face him. “Speak up, you want to act all big and bad.” And speak up he did, “I just thought it would be nice if you wanted to lose weight with me. I got you some of those bars to help out.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. To be honest, you had your own insecurities about your weight, but him bringing it up like this was just plain hurtful. Just as it had any other night, it dissolved into a fight. This time, he had really crossed a line. Missing out on intimacy was one thing, but being plain insulted to your face and bought weight loss bars without your consultation was just a step too far. You hurried through the apartment, packing a bag. Sanemi trailed close behind, egging on the argument, “You’re being dramatic. Just calm down and we can sort this.” “I’m done trying to sort this out. I’m going to stay with a friend tonight.”

He let out an exasperated groan, wrapping his arms around your center and picking you up. The bag dropped from your arms as you flailed against his chest, “Let me go. I’m mad at you!” Sanemi grunted and let you back down onto the floor, “Where are you going to go? You can’t just leave when I say something that hurts your feelings.”

You turned to face him, “It’s not that you just hurt my feelings, Sanemi. You just don’t give a fuck about how I feel.” Sanemi tried to say something in response, but he couldn’t conjure the words up in time. He just settled for watching you toss some clothes in your tacky little travel bag before flinging it over your shoulder and heading to the door. He followed you out to the front door, watching you toss your things into the back seat of your car. “Babe, just get back in the house.” Without another word, you climbed into the driver's side of the small car and pulled out of the parking lot. He smoothed his hand back through his hair. You hadn’t gotten mad enough at him to leave after one of these arguments. Maybe he should go and look for you? No, he has every right to feel the way he does right now. Nothing is wrong with wanting you to lose a little weight with him.

—-----

Obanai and Sanemi had been close since middle school. They had their fair share of fights, but none had ever resulted in either one ignoring the other for days. He knew that Sanemi was having issues with his girlfriend lately, though he never elaborated on what the big deal was. Him and Mitsuri always really liked you, so they couldn’t wrap their heads around what the problem could be. You were a pretty girl with an even prettier personality. If you weren’t dating his best friend, him and his fiance would have already gladly taken you for themselves. The whole problem started last Wednesday on one of Obanai and Sanemi’s gym runs.

Obanai was busy with weights, pushing the platform away from himself. His legs worked overtime to push the weight up and away from him. Sanemi stood beside him and the machine, working as his best friend’s spotter. He had never had to step in and lift the weights off of him before, but he really liked standing there and talking him through it. The gym itself was always empty around this time of the night and Obanai usually ditched his mask to breathe easier and have better access to water. The quiet pop music sang through the building speakers, bouncing off the walls to add an ambiance. As Obanai finished his rep, he locked the weight and reached out for his water bottle. The bottle was a bright pink color and covered in stickers, contrasting his black and white sweater. “You’ve really got to invest in some short sleeves.” Sanemi knew that it was a farfetched request of his best friend, but he always worried about him overheating. No one would ever catch him dead without some form of sleeves, rarely even Sanemi himself. “Hell no. That would just be a waste of money. I have a wedding to save up for.”

Right.

Obanai was set to get married in September. He proposed last year in the summer with the help of Sanemi and Shinobu at the cherry blossom festival. Mitsuri and Obanai made an odd pair for sure, at least in Sanemi’s eyes. She had always been a bigger girl, tall and curvy while he looked like a short, lean stick on a good day. He didn’t really like Mitsuri in terms of looks or personality, but obviously she was Obanai’s type. Just thinking about her weight kind of aggravated him as well. Maybe it was projecting his own insecurities of having a bigger girlfriend, but in his mind his best friend could do better.

“You know, I met a personal trainer the other day if Kanroji wants to lose some weight before the wedding.” There was a beat of silence. Not a word was said as Obanai spit the water back in his cup and set it on the floor. Blue and yellow eyes met Sanemi’s lavender. The silence was deafening besides the pop music in the background.

“What?” After what felt like an eternity of silence, Obanai broke it. Sanemi added in, “If she wants to turn the fat to muscle before the wedding, I know a guy that can help.” Obanai pushed himself up from the floor, carrying his water bottle along with. “My fiance is just fine the way she is. She doesn’t need to lose weight.” He should have known that Obanai would take it badly, but his own insecurities wouldn’t relent. Sanemi groaned and drug his hand down over his face, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” “How did you mean it?” Quick fire response. Oh this was not looking good. “I’m just saying the dress would probably cost you guys less if she just lost a couple of pounds.” It was a thousand wonders blood and steam wasn’t pouring out of Obanai’s ears the more his friend spoke about his fiance. “You are not going to talk shit about her to my face.”

“I’m not talking shit!” At that, Obanai shoved him. “You are! Just say it. What’s your fucking problem?”

“I just don’t like the idea of you settling.” Settling? Settling. Nothing about that sat right with Obanai at all. He took it so badly in fact, that he turned and left the gym altogether. His restraint was almost that of a saint because, in that moment, he just wanted to throttle Sanemi. After a long twenty minute drive, he finally made it back to his and Mitsuri’s shared apartment. He seethed as he got out of his car and walked through the front door. The pink and green haired girl peeked out of the kitchen with a small smile, calling out to him, “Hey baby! What are you doing back so early?”

“Shinazugawa pissed me off. That’s all.” He plopped down onto the gray couch, leaning back into the plush. “Oooo, last names. It had to be bad.” Mitsuri strolled into the living room, plopping down beside her fiance and resting her head against his shoulder. He took a deep breath through his nose, leaning into her warmth. He took in his surroundings for a moment as a lash dish attempt to calm himself down before speaking again, “He just crossed the line this time. I’m not even sure I want him as my best man anymore, Mits.” She quirked a brow in question. In all of the years that she knew them both, they had never had a fight bad enough to seriously mess up their friendship. They knew each other longer than anyone in the group did. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But, I think you’ll feel better if you get it off your chest.” He relented and rested his head against her chest. “He said I was settling for you.” Obanai’s hand moved to his mask, tugging it off and tossing it on the coffee table. “If anything, you’re settling for me.” She shook her head and carded her fingers through his hair. “Absolutely not. No one is settling for anyone here. Did he say anything else?” Suddenly, the floor didn’t look so bad to stare at.

“Obi. Did he say anything else?” Her question held no heat behind it. She wasn’t really forcing him to say anything at all that he didn’t want to, but he would never deny her. Not in anything. “He made fun of your weight. It took everything for me to not hit him.” She wasn’t the most sensitive girl in the world, but that definitely stung. Tears welled up in her eyes and Obanai only got angrier on her behalf. “You’re my light and I think you look just perfect the way you are now. Big or small makes no difference to me.” He moved his head from her chest to press tender kisses against her cheeks, nose, lips, pretty much anywhere on her face that he could reach from where he was sitting. She sniffled, frown twitching up and into a small smile as she leaned into his touch. “I love you so much.” He hummed in response.

Though he loved her endlessly, he still had issues with expressing himself verbally. Something to do with his past trauma, no doubt. She whispered, “So what do you want to do?” He leaned back into her, letting her comb his fingers against his scalp. “I think I’m just going to ignore him for a while. I’m not even sure I want to see his face right now.”

“Don’t let me come between your friendship. I think you should give him another chance” Always the voice of reason. He stared ahead blankly at the tv playing some trashy 90 Day Fiance episode on mute, weighing his options. “I just don’t think I can get over him being a dick to my future wife.” She giggled at the title. Mitsuri knew just how giddy he got when he had the chance to call her his future wife, just as she did calling him her husband. “Maybe you could just get him back.” He groaned softly, burying his face in her boobs. They made for a nice pillow when he was frustrated, especially now. A soft ‘how’ left his lips. She shrugged her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

—-

Imagine their surprise when you had arrived at their front door in tears not even a full week later. Mitsuri stepped forward and wrapped you up in her arms, “What’s wrong?” Sniffle. “I didn’t know where else to go.” She ushered you into the apartment, closing the door behind the both of you. “You’re always welcome here. Cmon.” Gentle hands guided you down on the gray couch, weight pressing down on the opposite side. She called into the kitchen where her fiance presumably was, “Obi! Could you grab the ice cream?”

“Which one?” He called back, his voice louder than you were used to hearing. “Our best girl’s favorite. We’ve still got some in the freezer don’t we?” You could both hear him opening the fridge doors from the living room and a hum of affirmation. You couldn’t believe that they still had ice cream from the last time you’d hung out together. “Grab mine too please!” He didn’t reply, but you were almost sure that he heard her. Mitsuri’s attention was redirected back to you and she went back to pressing for information. In all of the years you two had been friends, she’d only seen you cry once before. Her fiance walked in with two pints of ice cream and three spoons, no mask covering his face. It was a bit jarring at first, but it was his house. He could walk around uncovered all he felt like in the comfort of his own space. The only thing that really caught your attention was the long marred scars that stretched up the sides of his face. He plopped down on the other side of you, effectively sandwiching you between them. Obanai leaned over you and passed Mitsuri her chocolate ice cream, then you yours.

She pressed one more time as she set the lid to her sweet treat on the coffee table, “You know me and Obi will take good care of you. We can call Sanemi if you need us to.”

“Actually, I’d rather you not call him.” Her attention was caught, as was Obanai’s. “You’ve never told us not to call him. Did something happen? Do I need to go and beat him up?” She moved to stand from the couch quickly, only for you to grab her hand and ease her back down. “No, nothing like that. He just really hurt my feelings. Maybe I’m overreacting. It’s just been really hard to live with him lately.” You tried to glance ahead and focus on the glow of the tv in front of you, only for Obanai to click it off. “Tell us what he did and we’ll make it all better.” You’d never heard him sound so forceful before. You rarely ever hung around your boyfriend’s best friend. He stirred some sort of anxiety in your gut by just hanging around him. Sanemi never described him as the friendly type and even went as far as to say that he didn’t like anyone besides Mitsuri. The few opportunities you’d ever taken to talk to him left you wondering if he even liked you. Little did you know, both he and Mitsuri both thought you were the human embodiment of sunshine. They loved having you around, even though Obanai would only admit it out loud in secret to Mitsuri.

“He’s been kind of complaining about my weight the last few weeks and it’s really been getting under my skin. I asked him to go to the store earlier for some snacks and dinner, ya know. He came back with those nasty Lean Cuisine meals and some weight loss bars and said they were for me.” The couple was appalled, exchanging a frustrated glance before shifting their attention back to you. Mitsuri went to speak, but Obanai chimed in first, “That’s fucking disgusting. He obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Now it made sense why he was talking about Mitsuri the way he was the week before. Insulting you pissed him off just about as bad as it did his fiance. Mitsuri nodded, “Yeah, you are absolutely beautiful. I think some meat on your bones did you good. You’re just as beautiful as the day we met.” Her hands reached for yours, setting her ice cream aside. Her hands were chilly from the container, but it felt comforting. All of this attention on you had your head reeling.

“Thank you. I guess I just need a little time away from him so I can decide what to do.” You pulled your hands back, popping the lid off of your own ice cream. Mitsuri nodded, taking a bite from hers before speaking up, “How about we have a movie night? Forget all about him. You can even take the guest room and get a nice bubble bath.” Honestly, that sounded like heaven right about now. Without hesitation, you agreed and got comfortable in your spot between them on the couch. Obanai leaned back, clicking the tv back on. Mitsuri snuggled into your right side, eating away at her ice cream.

—--

The night had stretched on. None of the three of you left the couch for hours unless to change clothes. You all exchanged idle chatter, laughs, and insults towards the movies Mitsuri picked. They were cheesy rom coms from the 80s. Nothing special. She had watched them at least fifty times with her parents and siblings growing up, so they were nothing all that interesting.

The couple was so used to sitting next to each other, they nearly forgot that they weren’t. You sitting between them didn’t fully register as the night stretched on. The house was hot, so both you and Mitsuri changed to some shorts, leaving Obanai as the only odd man out still in sweatpants. The movie droned on and Obanai’s eyes never left the screen. Moments like this made him appreciate being able to watch shitty tv, since he didn’t have the opportunity to growing up. His hand absentmindedly moved to rest against Mitsuri’s thigh. He just needed something to keep his hands busy, so the nice give of her warm thighs always made for a nice fidget. The only issue was that in his lack of thought, his hand wound up on your bare thigh. You knew you should have said something, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. This was the most intimately you’d been touched in weeks. Mitsuri’s hands meanwhile were busy scratching against the back of your scalp. They were clearly used to sitting next to each other, but you being in the middle messed up the usual chemistry.

Obanai’s hand gently squeezed at the plush flesh of your thigh, only leaving you to squirm a bit in your seat. You stared ahead at the screen, trying to distract yourself from both sets of wandering hands, but the way his hand inched toward your inner thigh made everything feel a little more tense. Sensitivity took hold and your thighs clenched around his hand, finally snapping him out of the movie induced trance. The puzzle pieces began to fall into place once he realized his fiance’s thighs were not the ones his hand was clamped between. The only issue was that he found himself unable to care. Mitsuri’s hand drifted from your scalp to your shoulder. Her head turned to face the two of you and she was quick to pick up on what was happening, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Oh?” Obanai looked up to meet her gaze and nodded to her. They both mentally agreed that this could be the perfect moment.

Mitsuri whispered, “You’re awful tense. Is everything alright there?” Not wanting to cause any trouble for your gracious hosts, you nodded. It was bad enough that your friend’s soon-to-be husband had his hand rested between your thighs, but now she was egging this on. The hand clasped between your thighs didn’t let up, massaging the flesh with gentle squeezes. Obanai leaned in a little closer, whispering, “I don’t know, pretty. I think our girl here likes it.” Mitsuri’s eyes lit up as she situated herself to meet your gaze, “Is that true? Do you like this?” The feeling of his hand so close to where you needed it left your mind reeling, struggling to keep up. Heat spreaded across your cheeks, traveling down between your thighs. A hard squeeze snapped you out of your haze, bringing your attention to him. “Speak up. If you don’t tell us, we can’t do what your pretty little mind wants.”

“Pretty girls tell us what they like.” Mitsuri leaned against your back, heavy breasts pressing against you. The warmth was overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Just the thought of having sex with your friend and her fiance set a flame to your guts. Sanemi’s best friend. “I like it.” The opportunity was there for the taking. Like a child spotting something on an eye-level shelf, the couple had what they wanted within their reach. Finally. They had the green light to have you for themselves, and they damn sure weren’t going to let this opportunity pass them by.

Obanai was the first to act, slipping his hand out from between your tense thighs. His hand glided up the plump flesh, stopping at the edge of your shorts. “Are you sure? Me and Mitsuri have wanted to get our hands on you for a while now. Once we start, there’s no going back.” On one hand, you felt bad doing this to Sanemi, but on the other, you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. The couple trapping you between them on the couch left you feeling a warmth you hadn’t felt with your own boyfriend in months. He hadn’t even touched you intimately since your birthday. The second you nodded, Mitsuri was on you. She guided your chin to meet her in the middle, soft lips colliding with your own. Mitsuri naturally took control of the kiss, moving her hands to thread through your hair. Meanwhile, Obanai’s hands were nothing short of devilish, squeezing and tracing feather light circles against your inner thighs. For someone that Sanemi claimed to be so selfish, he was awfully giving.

Mitsuri’s tongue traced the inside of your mouth, missing no spot in its search. The second that you separated from the kiss, Obanai’s lips pressed against your own firmly, giving you no chance to catch your breath. His kiss was much more gentle than Mitsuri’s, tongue seeking your own tentatively. Mitsuri’s hand trailed up your front hovering over your clothed breast, thumb seeking out your nipple through the fabric. She mumbled, “Obi, we gotta rile her up.” You already felt a faint throb between your legs thanks to the heavy petting, anything further would probably kill you. Obanai tugged you up and into his lap as if he’d done it hundreds of times before with Mitsuri. Your weight didn’t seem to bother him at all despite being smaller in stature than your boyfriend.

He leaned over and kissed his fiance next. The two looked incredibly sexy together. Mitsuri had a beautiful, curvy body with tits that sat pretty and a nice ass. Obanai was lean and smaller than both you and Mitsuri with a nice face and hot scars. The throb between your legs became more persistent as you watched them make out with a familiarity that you could have only dreamed of with Sanemi. Obanai resituated your legs to rest on either side of his waist with his free hand, guiding your hips back and forth against his lap. Something stiff brushed against your covered clit, drawing a soft moan from your lips. Mitsuri’s hand busied itself with your boob, squeezing through your top before piping in, “Listen to how pretty our girl sounds, Oba.” She redirected her attention to you, leaning against your side as Obanai rocked your hips against his. “Don’t be shy. Let us hear you.” With each pass of his stiff erection against your cunt, you couldn’t help but get louder. Desperately, your hips worked down against his, brain turning to mush.

Low grunts fell from his lips, slanted eyes struggling to stay open.. Soft kisses were planted against the back of your neck, hands sneaking under your flowy top. Obanai was busy grinding you down against him, taking in every sound that tumbled from your lips. Mitsuri tugged your shirt off, tossing it aside and grinning to herself. “So beautiful.” She hurried, planting kisses against the skin of your neck and trailed down to your collarbone. Both sets of hands felt like they were everywhere. Obanai was getting harder by the second with every brush against you, face burying into your shoulder. As soon as the pleasure built up, it was being taken away from you just as fast. Obanai held you firmly against his lap, glancing over at his fiance. She nodded in response, seemingly reading his mind before speaking, “This moment would be really pretty with pictures.” Mitsuri fished through her pockets for her phone, free hand motioning towards the bedroom. He nodded, easing you over onto the couch and getting up. “How about we move this to our room?” In stunned silence, you sat there staring up at him. It was still hard to believe that people like Obanai and Mitsuri wanted to sleep with you. Your own boyfriend hadn’t even touched you in months.

Mitsuri got up next, yanking you up by the hand like a feather. She had always been ridiculously strong, but it never ceased to shock you. The couple guided you along the short hall, excitedly pushing into the bedroom. The room looked like a mash up between the two of them. There were obviously comforts that neither of them were able to give up, one example being a cute white and green comforter. The other things that stood out painfully were the black curtains and bedside tables. Obanai sat on the edge of the bed, hands tugging his gray skull shirt over his head. All the while, Mitsuri was quick to work, tugging you to their bed and tossing you onto the mattress. Shyness took hold of you momentarily, leaving you unable to look her in the eye. She giggled and crawled onto the bed, pretty thighs caging yours. “Before me and Obanai overwhelm you, let me make up for all of the TLC you’ve been missing out on. Tell me baby, how long’s it been?’

The question made you feel a bit shy and slightly inexperienced. It had been months since Sanemi last touched you. It had been your birthday actually come to think of it. “M-My birthday.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh that’s just not gonna work. How could he not touch you?” As she spoke, her hands slid up your front, resting against your chest. The only thing that stood between Mitsuri and your tits was the bra you’d picked out that morning. “Please Suri.” White hot need radiated through your body. You wanted Mitsuri to finish what her fiance had started moments before in the living room. A sly smile let up her face and she leaned down into your neck, sucking a few spots on the tender flesh. Her right hand ran down your stomach and into your shorts, brushing her thumb against something nice. “Fuck, Mitsuri.”

Mitsuri whispered, “It hasn’t even gotten good yet.” She swirled tight circles against your clit through damp panties, relishing in the way your head dipped back against the pillows. Click. You looked around the room for the source of the sound, only to be met with the sight of Obanai on the other end of the bed with his phone in his hand. There was no doubt in your hazy mind that he’d just snapped a picture of you and Mitsuri. “What was that for?” A soft whine left your lips like a poor attempt at a question. He chuckled and tossed the phone on the green comforter before answering, “Just something for Shinazugawa. Don’t worry about it. Just work on feeling good for us.” Something was so final about his voice that it left your brain reeling for a way to answer him. The only way you could was moaning as Mitsuri’s fingers dipped under your panties in favor of your soaked cunt. She swirled mean circles against your clit while whispering sweet nothing in your ear. Everything she did was meaningful, from her praise to just how gently she was touching you. Anytime your boyfriend had touched you, he did it rough, quick. She was clearly enjoying this and taking her sweet time.

That familiar built up was coming back hard and fast, only giving you time to grip the covers desperately. Mitsuri only sped up her ministrations in an effort to get you off, sending you over the edge. She prolonged your orgasm, thrumming her fingers against your clit in an effort to draw it out. The next thing you knew, she was pulling her hand out of your pants to get a taste from her fingers. “Mmm. Obi, you’re missing out. She tastes sweet.” He tugged at his pants, dropping them to his ankles and kicking them aside. “I’ll have plenty of time to taste her later.” He pushed Mitsuri onto her back, climbing over her center, “Let me have a little fun, pretty.” Just watching them made you feel uncomfortable between your legs. As if they’d done it times before, she stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. You hadn’t even noticed she was wearing no bra, simply because you hadn’t been staring. But, now you wondered how you never noticed. She pressed her breasts together, smothering his cock. His hips jolted forward, tip peeking out from between her boobs with each thrust. You wanted to be involved, even if it was overstepping. They both just looked too good to turn a blind eye to.

You crawled up the bed, leaning down over her chest to take the tip in your mouth with each thrust. Obanai couldn’t help but reach for his phone laid beside them. The two girls under him looked like angels and he’d be damned if Sanemi didn’t see what he was. His hips stuttered as you entered the mix, eyes screwed shut from the feeling of your mouth paired with Mitsuri’s breasts. His slanted eyes cracked open only a bit to snap a picture focusing on how beautiful you and his finance looked together. The tip bumped against your lips a final time and he let go, cumming faster than he had in a long time. Your mouth engulfed him quickly, trying to swallow as much as you could. His head fell back at that, hands moving to grip your hair. Mitsuri giggled between the two, looking up at Obanai, “She’s so needy, right, baby? Give her a treat for how good she’s doing?”

Another camera click

You swallowed around him one last time before leaning up to look at Mitsuri. She had grabbed her phone and snapped a picture while you were sucking off Obanai. The only question in the back of your mind was what is she planning on doing with the pictures? The ravenette moved off of Mitsuri before focusing his attention on you, “You deserve some love too after being so patient for us. You can give us another orgasm, right?” His voice sounded uncharacteristically kind, like it wasn’t meant for you almost. He’d only ever referred to the pink haired woman so sweetly. Still, you nodded and sat up, undoing your bra for both prying pairs of eyes. Obanai reached down and tugged at your shorts, knocking you flat onto your back. He had no problem taking your shorts or panties off, tossing them aside without a care. His hand gripped your knee and pushed it to the side to spread you out. His eyes lit up as he stared at your dripping cunt saying the first thing on his mind. “Love, you have to get over here and see how pretty our girl’s pussy is.”

Mitsuri excitedly scrambled over, dropping to her knees at the edge of the bed. She settled herself between your legs to get a good look, “Wow, Sanemi is missing out on this.” She leaned over and yanked her phone off of the bed, passing it to Obanai. “Take a few pictures. I’m gonna show Shinazugawa how to eat his ex-girlfriend’s pussy right.” Ex-girlfriend? You hadn’t even thought of him as one, until now. Maybe that would be the right title for him. He nodded and fumbled through her phone for the camera app. A manicured finger spread you open, admiring the leftover from your previous orgasm. She made quick work of you, burying her face between your legs. Her tongue licked a stripe up your slit, moving to immediately focus on your waiting clit. She sucked the nub into her mouth, latching on. Your moans only filled the room, egging her on to continue. Click. Click. Two more clicks broke the heated moment. Obanai was at the end of the bed, snapping pictures of his fiance between your thighs. A blush spread along his face and down his neck at the lewd action. He thought the two of you looked beautiful together, savoring every sound that left your lips and Mitsuri’s obvious excitement. She always said she had enough love to share anyways. He didn’t think he had more to share than he had given to Mitsuri. Maybe he had been wrong this entire time. Your fingers curled into Mitsuri’s hair and you whined, “I’m close. Please. Pleassee.” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore. All you knew was that she was making you cum better than your ex-boyfriend ever had. As you came, your thighs clenched around her head. She squealed and kept going, pleasure teetering into buzzing overstimulation. “Oh my god!!” Obanai turned on the video with a ding, catching the moment on camera. He wanted Sanemi to see his soon-to-be-wife that he spoke so badly of pleasuring his now ex-girlfriend.

The longer Mitsuri flicked her tongue over your abused bud, the overstimulated buzzing began to build into pleasure. You were going to cum again so fast, but this felt different than any you’d had before. “Suri, doesn’t feel right, stop.” As you whined her name and weakly tried to push her head away, she only ate more persistently. Then, the dam broke.

Arousal soaked Mitsuri’s face, the green comforter, and the floor leaving you gasping for air. And Obanai had caught it on video. Everything from the surprised look adorning your face, to the mess you had made on their bed and Mitsuri. She leaned back on her ankles and licked her lips, turning to look up at the camera with a smile. He clicked the video off and tossed the phone back on the bed, leaning down to kiss her. The taste on her lips was undoubtedly you. Sweet and slightly bitter. Perfect.

As they separated, Mitsuri whispered, “I’d love to see you make our pretty girl feel good.” He nodded and pressed his lips to hers once more before standing up. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them aside. You weakly looked up at him, eyes wandering down. He was a little smaller than Sanemi, but he had a bit more of a curve that made it look all the more intimidating. You were finally getting a good look at him and you nearly felt inexperienced. Obanai grabbed your ankle, tugging you closer to the edge. “Is this okay?” Consent had never sounded so hot before. “Yes.”

He smiled, scars stretching it out a bit. Everything tonight proved that Obanai was different from who Sanemi claimed him to be. Everything about him had been thoughtful, gentle, and far sweeter than you could have expected. From the way he reassured you, to the way he slowly began to thrust into you. He hooked your legs around his waist, burying himself inside of you until his hips pressed against your thighs. Obanai quietly whispered sweet nothings to you, but the one that stuck out was, “Your body is so beautiful.” The praise only brought on some complicated feelings, making your clit throb as he grinded into you. Finally, he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting in quickly. It was almost enough to knock your breath out. Even the way he fucked was different. In all of the times you’d ever had Sanemi, he was rough and in a hurry. Obanai was savoring you with deep strokes, eyebrows wrinkling together in concentration.

Another unmistakable click could be heard from the side of the bed. Mitsuri was enthusiastically taking pictures, grinning to herself. Surely Sanemi would regret ever talking to his girlfriend or bestfriend in such a way. He drove you right into their arms and bed after all, and she wasn’t ashamed of it in the slightest.

Obanai groaned with each thrust, your walls squeezing him tightly. He was embarrassingly close, but so were you. “I’m pulling out.” Unsure of what you were thinking, you hooked your legs tightly around his waist. “Please. Inside.” He gasped and his head fell forward, spilling inside of you and triggering your own orgasm. Mitsuri was more than excited, “Make sure she doesn’t waste a drop.”

He nodded and pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. Mitsuri kneeled between your legs, taking a few pictures before sending all of the pictures and the video to Obanai’s phone.”Can you send those to you-know-who? I’ll stay here and clean up our girl.” Obanai gaev a thumbs up and walked back to the living room to grab his phone. The hallway stretched on longer than usual as he contemplated with himself. Would it be right to send this to his friend after a petty fight? Absolutely. Everything about it was serious to him. From him insulting Mitsuri to you. He was beyond irritated. Sanemi deserved what he had coming.

—-

Sanemi had been lying in bed when his phone pinged. He groaned and leaned over, grabbing it from the night stand. The first text message from Obanai in over a week. Maybe he’d finally come to his senses and realized that the fight was stupid.

The first message popped up.

Obanai: Hope you’re alright with not being my best man anymore and down a girlfriend. 🖕

Lavender eyes immediately darted to the next message, then the next. No fucking way. He did not. He did.

Sanemi: You’re fucking dead!

Obanai: Not like you like big women anyways. We’ll be by to grab her things in the morning. 👍

[ecogirl2759]

So, I decided to take a few photos of the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series and compile a few of the findings I thought were funny.

I don't have everything fully translated yet, so there may be a few issues with my findings. If you find any mistakes or have anything to add, please lmk :) I'll also update this if I find things later.

---IMPORTANT NOTE---

All of these drawings are NOT mine. Everything comes from the 4コマ KINGS series published by Spike Chunsoft. I'm simply photographing them and sharing them with others who may not have seen them before (since the series is out of circulation). If there is any issue with my post, please inform me so that I can take appropriate action.

All photos are below the break here :) (Warning, it's long lol) ((And there are a few minor spoilers))

(EDIT: As a side note, I've posted more pictures in an update. Idrk how this site works, so I'm letting people know here so you can find it if you want.)

Fun things that you can learn from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS comics:

Hifumi has written, drawn, or thought of making content relating to Sayaka x Kiyoko, Aoi x Sakura (on two occasions), and Makoto x Byakuya

Toko thinks that… something… happened between Mondo and Kiyotaka in the sauna, wink wink.

Toko wrote some sort of fanfiction in relation to Byakuya, Chihiro and Mondo. Idk what it is, but the title is along the lines of "The Byakuya Family Household Sweep Away a Beautiful Girl". (Pretty sure it's a Mondo x Chihiro fic, but I could be wrong.)

^ pretty sure Syo is a heavy BL fan lol

Aoi's b00bs are so squishy, she can use them to launch herself off things.

Everyone really likes drawing pretty boy Byakuya. Like, he looks fabulous in some of these panels. Here is one of those pictures:

........Okay, fine, this is the right one:

Hifumi has drawn gender swaps of a few of the boys, being Makoto, Byakuya, Leon, Yasuhiro, Kiyotaka, and Mondo.

Leon really wants a harem lol

Kiyoko's secret picture (from the last trial in-game) was of Class 78 hosting a cat maid cafe

Yasuhiro's secret (the motive in Chapter 2) is that he's an idiot.

Mondo, Kiyotaka and Sayaka all get along really well! So do Mondo, Kiyotaka and Chihiro :)

Mondo knows how to sew!

Mondo doesn't wear eyeliner, he just has really long eye lashes.

Mondo's hair is fluffy and bouncy :)

Makoto thinks Mondo's hair looks like a corn chip. Aoi thinks it looks like a chocolate croissant :)

Chihiro once gave Mondo a game about dogs. He loved it lol

Chihiro and Mondo have actually trained together.

^ they actually make a great team :)

(I'm pretty sure that) Kiyotaka was found guilty in a trial relating to black underwear. Unclear if he was executed or not. (This point is subject to change once I fully translate the comic.)

Kiyotaka was brainwashed by the Mono-Rangers (parody on Power Rangers) in a different comic. He became Commander Ishimaru and enforced rules and dress code in a dictator-like fashion. (Full translation is still in the works.) This is what his outfit looked like:

Daiya dies in 4K

Komaru's here :D

Mukuro shows up a lot as herself! She's so cute lol

Kiyoko's kinda socially awkward lol, it's really cute.

Makoto has wanted to see up Kiyoko's skirt on multiple occasions.

Makoto has tried a couple of times to cheer Kiyotaka up. It does not work.

And now, here are some funny out-of-context panels to cap off this post! These were too hilarious not to include, I just couldn't make a bullet point out of them lol.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

[chooseyourdesires]

◉ Face-Lands-In-Cleavage cliche (NaLu)

And There Are B00bs || Accepting || @thcsevoices / @lcstsons (Natsu)

Natsu was awfully terrible at looking where he was going. He was also awfully terrible at doing anything slow. Lucy is really not surprised when Natsu runs full force into her. In fact, when she'd noticed the blur of pink out of the corner of her eye, she had braced herself for it.

Still, she hadn't really anticipated that he'd land face first into her cleavage. And as unfortunate as it was...it wasn't like this was the first time that it had happened either. Or the second. Or even the third. Part of her wonders if Natsu isn't doing this on purpose. But then she remembers how he can sort of be a little dense. So he probably wasn't doing it on purpose. ( Unless he was. )

It takes her a moment to realize exactly where he was laying before her hands are pressed against his shoulders, pushing him away from her. "Natsu!!" she screeches, "watch where you're going!!" She doesn't fully hate it if she's to be honest. She'd just rather it happen in private.

Will he even realize why her face is completely red? Only time will tell.

[abtumceck13]

about this Blog 💫

I am back here again, clearing up a few small things after some very bad exchanges in DMs 💖

Je suis française, 27 ans, FtM, 2 ans sur T, pré op, bisexual.

This is a very dark kink / fantasy blog, I'm glad to discuss with anyone, but I don't fall into the alphabet mafia propaganda or nonsense. I have diagnosed dysphoria and try to cope as I can, but I'm very aware of my biology.

I'm into : cnc, r@pe kink, forced detrans, forced breeding, age play, cumtribute / dick pick, R34, hentai with tentacles / monsters. I enjoy sending my b00bs and can spend money for hard messages or else.

I'm not into : piss / scato / puke, any real kind of violence against men, women or kids.

I don't have 21 personalities with anime names and a full RP design, a dozen of self diagnosed rare mental health issues, I'm not as unstable as my kinks sorry 😔👉👈

[royalsunshinehotel]

How to they text? (Dev Patel preference)

Anwar Kharral Definitely spams you with memes, it's self explanatory. He's not so much a texter as he is sending you tiktoks that apply to whatever conversation you're trying to have with him.

Sonny Kapoor You're getting paragraphs. Every. Single. Time. English is his second language, but he loves it and he's using every word from his 'word of the day' email.

Neal Sampat I think he's the type who swaps out LOVE with LUV. He uses "U" for shorthand, but all of his sentences are capitalized.

Deon Wilson I think he's using shorthand whenever he can. He's a computer genius, he's truly gonna do what he's gotta do to get his point across. Also, he peppers in numbers, just for fun, think "b00bs"

Sheru “Saroo” Bierley Saroo's doing his best to use full sentences, but he really needs to remember that commas exist not just the "-"

Jay Menha Jay is a very big fan of his blackberry, but I do think that maybe he's not been taking his joing supplements so you don't get much beyond 'lol' or 'haha' as a response to a text.

David Copperfield Where Sonny writes paragraphs, David is writing NOVELS. BE AFRAID. DON'T TEXT HIM BACK. He'll make your phone bill skyrocket I fear.

Joshua Madika I'm sorry, he's the worst texter on the list. He'll see a text, forget about it, and get back to you the next time you text him/ when he feels like it. Just be sure to follow up with him, because if it's something he wants to do, he'll respond for sure.

Sir Gawain I've touched on this in other preferences, but you're getting grade-a shitposts all of the time. It's garbage and it's all for you. "Just saw a snake...oh nor, we are all snekes" or some shite

The Kid I think you're getting photos. You do have to text things like "are you alive," to which you get a response of a photo of 👁️👁️, but that's between the two of you.

[farawayqueen-66]

Hey, stumbled across your post about making content. What all do you offer?

Hey!!!

I have a lot and could always make new things.

A lot of b00b actions & full body pics.

Or specialized stuff. :) I normally send in large batches for a set price!

[adore-sweetdolly]

New character guys!!

(This anime is known for a certain violent scene of a white haired girl beating up three other girls but what isn't known is that it's full of nudity and sexualization of big b00bs for girls under 15 the whole topic of this anime is girls from trying to become the world champion and/or the MC reconnecting and beating her ex childhood friend in the category under 15 which is mentioned multiple times)

From vivid strike

My current "I love the character but hate the creator" collection

(Madoka magicas creator has some kind of lolicon controversy)

(Sonic exes creator is a scammer and predator)

(New style boutiques team made a black creator white in the 3rd game and whitewashed multiple times I'm pretty sure)

(Class of 09s/flipside creators is just the person he warns us about (pedos, feet fetishers and much more) and makes every ending in the flipside some kind of fetish and sexualized jecka the moment she turned 18)

(Mihoyo/HoYoverse are just gooners and sexualize every character the moment they get a chance even Kiana when she was 14)

[stargirlwrites]

Little star sinner ~

-> churchy sub Jungkook x f. Dom reader

-> sinner f. reader and church boy Jungkook

Warnings -> smut - virginity lost- car sex- oral inside church storage closet- pain kink- big b00bs- mommy kink- edging- unprotected sex- riding- whiny koo- edging- scratching- crying during sex- blow job- handjob- nipple play- huge religious topics- its kinda messed up but everything is consent given. - age gap (Jungkook is 6 years older)

• kinda just smut with a bit of fluff at the end <3 •

*the "f." Means female reader btw just in case you're new here !! ~ *

☆ ------ ︻╦╤─ ҉ -¨ * ‧₊˚*♡ * *” ♡. ♡ ------ ☆

"Oh my.. no.. its too much p-please oh no" tears escaped Jungkooks eyes as he felt all the pleasure you were providing him, but he still couldn't back away. He just needed to cum inside your mouth, he needed this.

Your knees were definitely bruising from the hard floor of the storage closet inside the church. Your throat pulsing and tongue moving on Jungkooks dick was probably the best thing you've ever felt.

"You almost close baby?" You say as you take a breath of air while stroking his cock. You felt so in control. Well.. maybe because you were in control. You were only 19 yet you had this 25 year old Virgin man wrapped around your finger, how could you not feel powerful.

Jungkook shivered at the feeling of your lip snake bites, smiley, and tongue piercings gliding over his cock while you sucked and slurped all of him.

"M' I'm g-going to-" he couldn't even finished his sentence before you took him out of your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you... smirking. He saw nothing but pure evil.

"N-no. Please I need to...." he couldn't even think of words. You got him so whipped for you. Tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs shaked.

"Its 1: 57 pm silly. Bible study starts at 2 pm we need to hurry before mommy and daddy starts wondering where their youngest most precious son is doing. You wouldn't want them to know you were about to cum in my mouth in the churchs storage closet now would you?" Your words were pure venom. He couldn't believe you for a second but then he almost remembered he couldn't underestimate the chokehold the devil has around unwell people.

He just nodded and picked up his church slacks, he re did his tie and patted himself down so no flint was on him. He looked at you.. the way you were dressed. He knew the churchs message was to come as you are so you can leave with the lord in your heart but he was convinced not even the highest power can save you.

"__, I uh.. you should try shopping for more church appropriate clothing. Not in a b-bad way of course but.. this is how I get distracted.."

he pointed at you. The black crop top that showed 98% of your breast. The ripped baggy jeans with huge holes that can show your fishnets. Your tattoos on full display and all of your piercings intact on your body. You didn't even wear a bra for crying out loud he and anybody else can clearly see the nipple piercings. Your beat up converse with what looked like devil worshiping symbols written on them with what seems like black and red pen.

"How cute, blaming the way I dress and look for you being a filthy little sinner hmm? Wasn't it you who got a boner by me just removing my jacket? Wasn't it you who touched yourself looking at me as if i didn't notice while wearing a damn rosary inside a church?"

Jungkook was on the verge of crying. He felt disgusted of himself. He feels like evil has taken control over him. Tears forming inside his eyes and chest heaving up and down while you speak.

"Darling don't cry, it's okay to love yourself and make sure you feel good hm? Don't you think Bible study can wait? You wanna become a man instead of ready the same boring book baby?"

Gosh he hated you. He hated himself. Jungkook hated that your words turned him on. Hated that you were such a man eater. He looked at the cross hanging from his neck, he prayed and prayed days and days for god to save him but evil has consumed all his will power. Prayed and begged god to just make him stop touching himself to the thought of you, but he couldn't stop. He needed more, he needed you.

"p-please" was all he said as you smirked and took his hand and led him out the church.

It was like his life flashed before his eyes because next thing he knows he's in your light marijuana smelling car. It wasn't that big but it could fit at least 3 people in the back. You had a blanket in the back seat of your car so at least that was something.

"Are we leaving or.." he looked at you and your pants were already off.

"Of course not silly" you giggled, looking deep into his eyes for a split second. He could've swore he just saw the most beautiful angle and the most seducing demon at the same time.

"Take your clothes off for me kookie" you attached your lips to his as he kissed back, also not hesitating to undress himself for you. He was completely undressed, he tugged his boxers down and revealed his throbbing angry cock leaking with pre cum.

He was so sensitive the smallest bit of friction made him moan into your mouth. He can feel your smirk on his lips, taking your tongue out from his throat you grab his length and tug on it making him whine pretty loudly. What you did next made him cry and roll his eyes back. Gosh his sounds made you even wetter.

You slapped his cock, a drop of pre cum flying off onto Jungkooks cheek.

"You like when I slap your cock around baby? Love it when I make you feel good hmm." Jungkooks mind was going left and right. All he could think of was you, it's like you put a spell on him.

"Please.. I need you so bad. I'll do a-anything just give it to me.. please." He was at full submission and you loved it. He loved it too. He wanted you so had. He needed your pussy around his cock. He needed to be nasty with you.

"Of course baby. You've been so good you deserve it" Jungkook sat down in the middle of the back seat, his legs spreaded apart as his cock was screaming for you. You hovered over his dick, slowly sinking down so your wet pussy lips were sliding on his tip.

"F-fuck! Yes please I need it mommy!" As unexpected as his pleads were it made you wanna ride him like there was no tomorrow.

You sink down on his cock and felt the nice stretch he was giving you. Jungkook didn't know how to react so the first thing he did was full on cry. You looked at his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheeks also a pretty pink color. You took his full length inside you didn't move to let him get used to the feeling.

"F-fuck your dick is so big kookie" you can feel his tip deep inside you.

"You feel so good and warm. Feels so good.. oh my.. it's t-ight and warm." Jungkooks dick twitched inside of you as you started to move a bit, basically slightly bouncing up and down.

Soon you guys were both moans and moving in rhythm. He didn't really know what to do his body just instantly trusted upwards inside your warm wet cunt. You grabbed Jungkooks lard hand inside your slim small one , making him spread your puffy pretty pussy lips and placed his index and middle finger on your clit, signaling him to rub you as you rode him.

"Love riding your cock kookie. S-so big, you're doing so good for me baby I'm so so proud of you. Being a good boy just for me. Being a good little star sinner for mommy" His cock hit this one spot inside your pussy that made you squeal. You can feel every vein and every drop of pre cum that was sliding against your tight walls.

Your hands reached to his light brownish nipples and started toying with them. Jungkook didn't know he could receive such pleasure from getting his nipples touched. His sweet moans made you ride him faster as you attach your lips on his nipples making him moan out loudly. Thank god your windows were tinted black if not you and jungkook could've had an exorcism preformed on you guys by the church if they saw this.

"I- I'm gonna cum! Mommy please I c-an't" Jungkooks cock was pulsing inside you cunt, your moans and the way your lips sucked on his nipples were enough to make him bust his load inside you right then and there.

"Hold it baby. " you said, pushing Jungkook down so his body is laying down on the seats. You quickly got on top of him and moved your hips around in a circular motion, then back and forth. Jungkooks eyes rolled back for a second. He literally almost saw heaven. His tip hitting your insides made you scream out his name. Jungkooks large hands groping your huge breast that didn't even fit all the way in his hand making you reach your high.

"Fuck Jungkook! Fuck baby your huge fucking dick gonna make me cum all o-over! You're such a fucking good boy" The praise was amazing, but what was even more amazing was your black painted nails digging in his chest. The pain of your nails digging from his collar bone all the way to his abs. Feeling your nails drag across his chest made him start thrusting up. His thighs shaking in insane pleasure.

"I-im cumming !" Jungkooks cum painted your gummy warm insides, you moaned out loud with the feeling of his hot cum reaching all the way to your womb. You didn't care about protection or the risk of getting impregnated at the moment, all you cared about was this big dummy underneath you. You hoped off his softening dick, the feeling of removing his long thick length from your insides making you groan a bit.

Jungkook was looking up at you with a big smile on his face, looking a little silly but that's alright.

"That was so.. amazing koo" you placed kisses all over his cheeks, neck, nose, and lips. He pulled you in for a big kiss which caught you by surprise. After a couple seconds you both pulled away. You instantly went to get soft clean tissues to clean both of you up. You cleaned yourself up and then put your full attention on Jungkook. Carefully cleaning his abs, thighs, and cock with the tissue. Making sure his soft skin was clean and didn't have any rash. You put on your panties and a shirt on and quickly put pajama pants on Jungkook and a warm shirt since it was a little chilli outside. You looked up at him and saw stars in his big glassy eyes.

"I love you" was all that came out of Jungkooks mouth.

"I.. I love you too, My Little star sinner" you whispered and squished his cheeks making you both giggle cutely

"Let's go to my place, we'll cook and watch movies.. and maybe sin a little more." You winked at him.

And with that.. you drove Jungkook home and ended up falling asleep with his head on your lap and your hand in his fluffy hair as the TV played the care bear movies.

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holy fuck😭.

Hope You Guys Enoyed This!! ♡

[qvrcll]

hard hitter / slow kisser - Ellie Williams

-> synopsis: In which Ellie wishes things were different.

-> warnings: female ! reader, not fully nsfw but fondling is taken part in, b00bs are mentioned, FLUFF despite the synopsis, angst / comfort (minimal angst), mentions of explicit themes (ripping heart out, picking at skin), compulsions, slight obsession, religious imagery.

-> a/n: okay so i admit, this was kinda rushed but when i write for ellie, the words just flow with no stop. corny as hell but writing for her is just so delightful. i wanted to freeform a little and start writing differently but i love my adjectives and comparisons :P also wanted to go full nsfw but my heart is where fluff is <3

-> wc ~ 2.8K (kinda shorter, sorry)

Ellie doesn’t dream often.

She is a little bastardised in the way she takes in day dreams now, because they all remain fragments of blather she would very much like to abandon — she was certainly not the fifteen year old girl who stumbled amongst incoherent levels of moss and silver fish, mites all the same, to remain on the same altitude of the girl she once was, though she’d love to, to be frank. In her books, and her enemies and peers all the like, she was a monster. A liquidator. A crosshair between a butcher and diabolic salvation itself.

But that all comes down to how cheap she feels with her mercy on certain days; Jesse hands her a drink, free of charge, with just the remuneration of banter to commiserate the inky silences, and she has no qualms about it, really. She would drink, laugh, dance, kick, and asseverate that she was just a girl. But on days where her patience ran as thin as a line and framed herself along a thin wall with nothing but tailored tomahawks, pistols and penstocks to make up for all the time she has wasted not being a pharaonic machine, she would thrash, scream, hack and saw, swearing that it was just in her kindness to kill.

Blood.

Grime.

Sweat.

Puke.

It’s in her nature to be grim, to be the picker of cold meat, to be the irascible contour of death itself — even when she doesn’t like it. She wants to move about, she wants to plant the seeds of her amicable fortune to let grow for whatever time stood between her and delectation itself — and she knows she’s using big words, but it’s what she deserves, no? Something big, grand, something to blow her off her heels and toes, when the red on her hands feel too real.

Because that’s what it doubles back into.

She can feel the heat on her palm, can barely register that her eyes augment into psychedelic halos of never-ending zip wire: she is the cat but she is also the mouse. She is the forest and she is the tinder licking it to embers. She is the knife but, in direct proportion to just how debauched she just thinks she is, she is the carcass — she is what she kills.

She wishes it was different.

She wishes everything was less… cruel.

She wishes she can give you more than what she can offer, or more than what she can even begin to think to offer.

And you feel it hanging in the air in tightfisted stares she throws your way — it’s not irritation because she rubs her hands against the wiriness of her jeans, and she’s wide eyed. She’s shaking. And she is all but the pharaonic machine you’ve seen on harder days.

“Hey…”, she begins and you can’t tell if it’s you who is discredited by the rasp in her voice, or Ellie herself, but you’re soon reminded she’s the one shaking. She quickly corrects the shortcoming in her tone, and you start to, selfishly, miss it, “You busy?”.

You shake your head, because it’s all you can do. You, in all your respects and genuine annoying-ness, are an enforcer for greetings. In any form. An enabler. No one was a talker unless you were, back at camp, and when you did double the work with stable duty familiars, an affinity grew and soon, conviction did too. But now, with a cloth slotted awkwardly in your mouth and sweat sequinned along your chin in a way that made you seem effectual, for all your honour, it was hard to regard her in a way she learnt. From you. Around you.

Still, you’re stubborn. Crotchety. Petulant in a way that stung in the aftermath of it all, and if you couldn’t have a way you were familiar with, you would imbibe a way to etch your habits into your skin like blackwork.

“Heh Eys, nawt rhelly—“, you gabble against the soapy skin of the fabric, highly uncomfortable and effortless in a lowborn way, a plebeian. But Ellie wouldn’t begin to understand the adversity of your kindness against you if it just meant a polite wave towards her — she is made of crystal and mounted on kindling so chippy, a glance would score you a splinter. She’s Neptune, you’re blades of grass. She’s thunder, you’re shelter. She’s Ellie, and you’re everything she’s not. She wants that. To protect that. But she feels confused, dazed, and most of all, nice. To you. Now. She smiles, misguided in her attempt to slouch against the wall, which just ends in seeming like she’s trying too hard, but you don’t mind. You like her.

“What are you up to?”, her fingers splay against the soft of her jumper and you crawl against the arm of the couch to get a better look, of the tools, of the creation bending in your arms, of her.

You cling to the mellow part of the furniture, partly because Jacksonville froze you half to death here and there and partly because, from this angle, she looked heavenly. Though, you suppose, whatever angle she took, she still shines like foamy brine spat from the mouth of Aphrodite herself, “Shurprize”, you slur.

Ironically, she’s not surprised. Or doesn’t make herself to be. Ellie is a hard person to read, with intentions so murky and a hereafter even sootier, it’s harder. She’s hard to look through. If you’re a piece of see-through plastic, she’s a brick wall. But around you, she spares holes in the same wall for you to peer, because when you focus on the girl, she’s turning this way and that way the next, crossing across this hard, tuning in to you that way, so softly. And to make her break, you tear your plastic cover, nominally, to show skin.

“For yew”, and she’s surprised, because she bends forward to eat at your given curiosity — or to get a glance of the gift but you shoo her away, but not really, because you want her close. A tricky thing, you were. But she’s the fish and she is, funnily, the bait. And when you push, she pulls, drags, until there is only enough space to whisper — the couch gives way and she has netted a place on the bump of the it, and her upper half completely lays parallel to where you’re seated, criss-cross. Her lower half lays on the other side of the bump, almost lifelessly limp.

Fucking close, she thinks.

Holy shit, you harmonize.

“ELLIE!”, you throw the gift under overlays of rusty garments, old newspapers, day old cut-outs of magazines and Ellie cannot begin to make it out — but she never intended to. Instead, she’s too busy, too entailed in utopia to be taking your face in one at a time, because she’s right in front of it. And if she can’t be selfish, what can she be?

“Ellie”, a bit of you runs cold, when the space is so abysmally small that pulling away seems criminal. Looking away seems depraved. Leaving seems erring in an itchy distraction sort of way. And you are a good citizen, and you tend to abide by her laws, “What are we doing, Ellie?”.

“Something”, she’s closer, in some way.

“Something what?”

“Something we won’t… regret… hopefully…”, closer.

“Am I supposed to know what this ‘something’ is?”

“Oh, I think you know all about it”, upheaval. Silence. Hesitation. Inadequate idiots being ingested by douceur. Pieces in a puzzle laying torpid. Candy. Amber. Stock-still embarrassment means nothing if you don’t want it to, you think, but it turns to deaf ears when she’s impossibly closer and you are too and—

One second blurs into the next, flickers of time, and you can’t figure who swore against hesitation first, who decided she’s taking too long. Because you’re in a state of panic, as you are in a state of tranquility, intermingled as one, divided as two and still, you feel at your heart when her mouth tastes like bullion, zesty salt water on her lips, and you pray, Oh Aphrodite, don’t let me die now. Your heartless litanies are a pedestal for her to creep just more, closer to you, harden her mouth and bite more of what’s given; she licks your teeth, she teases your tongue, she ripples you with embarrassment. With inquisition. With thoughts of how on God’s good earth is she able to do this?

But there’s no room for these inquiries. There is no room for rogations. There is no room for embarrassment; she’s chewn me whole, you think. Pollute your mind with her. Try to think of her with your eyes closed when she mutilates your lips with demoralised desire, that she’s kept herself from, for so long — not that it’s any different for you, but there is nothing other than a screeching howl of her name in your brain.

“Ellie— Ellie, wait”, you choose to breathe, or croak? Or force shit out of your throat, because either way, you have her attention. Ellie looks at her creation, or rather, the editings of you in a play of more push, less pull. Bruised lips, cuttings of her greed on you. You know she’s drunk on you, your lips, barely processing the words out for hearing. You’re her crutch, when you balance her, lay her flat across the length of the couch and she’s painfully biddable, hushed into a silence — a minute ago, she was the artist and you, her clay, but right now, you’ve got the pestle.

“Don’t move”, you warn her, leching over her to further input the extent of your words — to make her feel more than what she lets on because, in short, you know she has a borne shapeliness on her side and it makes you stagger but not any less mechanical, though slightly apprehensive, but delirious. Push but still, pull, because this is your Ellie.

You don’t want mistakes.

You don’t want do-overs.

You don’t want crosses across your sky.

You want her.

You want the ground beneath her.

You want her skin, her sweat, her spit.

You want Ellie.

Ellie is full of hate. Ellie is full of love. And somewhere in the middle, convoluted and awkward and loud and incessant, with bits poking out, with ridges unkempt, with door handles shaking, there’s… you. You’re almost a deep-seated instinct in her, a set of cartilage she cannot break, and even if she does, she knows you will feel it. Feel the pain, the suffering, the deluge, the blight. And Ellie, in her vigour, her hate, her love, her ‘you’, her everything, won’t allow that. And if she does, it’s insanity, because she lays a padded thumb on your cheek, shaping stag circles one by one, until you’re seated directly on top of her. From here, she can see your lips lightly varicose and she melts in her pants.

“What’s wrong angel?”, she pouts, because she cannot smile, and she certainly cannot commiserate it with a friendly shove — this is real, you’re real. This is not an allegory for schizophrenic delusions to want to know how you taste, how you feel, how you look pliant under her, or over. This is the fruit of her heart, the skin of lust. This is real.

“Something stupid”, you say, laying two flat palms on either sides of her chest, directly below her chest, so she’s distracted by the perpetual itch of your fingers just millimetres from her breats — and, of course, it’s not where she needs you most. Her cunt doesn’t even flurry as much as her heart dares to rip right out to lather you in a crude chroma of her, but she will take you anyway. Anyhow. In any shape or form. But Ellie, strong and well, Ellie, has half her mind to know that something is wrong. Something is out of place, like a wire out of a circuit, and she feels helpless in the way you cup her ruthlessly through the fabric of her clothing, which bunches up in a not-so-delicious curve and hitch, wrinkles kissing every bit of it — she’s deluded and she doesn’t care. She wants you, she wants to feel you, your worries. She wants to eat them, swallow them whole and spit them back out or digest and cage them, where they won’t torment you again. So you won’t look so dettered, unmannered. Like you’re second guessing. Like you are stepping in territory you can’t claim and she flings her head to the side, half in pain at the possibility and half in twisted pleasure as you manipulate her hurt nipples through the dedevilling.

You’re her Eve.

She ought to be Adam.

But she’s scared she’s the snake.

“Ellie, please move your hands”, you half moan, half reprimand, as Ellie curves her torso into the cruel plush of the couch, incoherent and dumb. A docile lamb: a lamb that moves — or rather, throws, her hands above her head, where you cannot see them. For the better, you huff, threading her impatiently. Like a masterpiece, out for only you to see. You’re redefining her, giving her new meaning, rechristening her as a part of you so she will remember as she goes, even if you lose, because really, you don’t want to lose. Slowly, you inch a hand up her top, surprised to feel cool stone for skin, apart from the callousness of her fingers that prod and poke at your flesh on normal days. You can barely see them now. You slither on.

“Oh—Oh, fuck”, she cries, unbecoming of the proclaimed machinery she swears her innards have been replaced for, hardwear blathering into rounds of mush, not only was she melting from the outside, but from the inside, as your hands paint her chest, almost pleasing the skin but taking your hands further or lower from where she needs you — she’d almost swear you know better but you tear completely, when parts of your eyes reluctantly speak to her own, and she’s distraught. She wants to consume you whole and spit you back out with nothing, no sadness, in your head.

She pauses her clamours, chest still racketing with harsh breath. “What’s wrong? You can tell me…”, her voice urges and she slips your warm hands into hers and letting go after unruly seconds because she knows this is harder than it reads, though she assumes it’s hard either way. Her shirt just barely skidding back to her hips and suddenly, when you expect the air to clear of its past ponderosity, but it grows.

You pause briefly, checking for skin near your nails which you don’t find. You curse yourself. “I just… I don’t want this to be, you know, a one time thing…”, a melodic interlude— “I want to make you feel good. But I want you to remember me”.

There’s another suspension of thick silence, and you focus your attention to your toes— no skin here, none there, nothing anywhere. You want to settle for anything, to make her understand. Want yourself to understand, in order to understand her — but it’s static and you can’t bear it, thinking of just burying your fingers in your mouth and skin yourself completely.

“You—“, Ellie desists, and scrambles closer to you, and then away in fear when the look on your face misreads for disgust, words painted in your eyes that scream, in her mechanised brain, go away. But you pull her closer and she understands. Her mind—that has known so much fury, so much blood, so many shades of faces she cannot remember melding into one singular countenance: regret. But when she holds your hand, distracts you from your skin, your nails, she feels a lock of balminess, a sign of life. It’s so different to the hands she’s known since forever — her own — but she welcomes the warmth, “I also don’t want you to just be a memory”.

It doesn’t come to stun you but you can’t help but still lift your head, awaiting a response and getting it in the fullest forms of breath you have left for her — reciprocation.

She holds your stare.

She recounts your breath.

She wishes to three for you to react and then—

She feels the stick of something in her palm — and by the time she opens her eyes, the glint of metal is mechanical in the way she wrenched the little gift, the locket, open: a picture of you and her, guarded by trees and smiles just as bright, though the colours have faded. Then,

“We’re fucking stupid, you know that?”, you gleam so bright, so hard.

I want to kiss her again, she dreams.

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

A seiyuu that always makes you laugh?

Please check out the original post here!

This will cover 6 of the post!

Hmm... I won't be counting anything that goes down in anime because those are funny usually because those depend on the writing (without good writing, a good performance doesn't amount to much). So I will only be counting instances where they are at events or other radio shows. With that being said, this one is kinda tough because a lot of female seiyuu are restricted from saying a lot of things due to societal expectations and management, but I think I managed to make the list fairly regardless.

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka

He definitely isn't funny on purpose some of the time, and most of his funny moments stem from him being uncomfortable or arguably having a bit of a social anxiety moment (same), but I feel like including him on this list is pretty fitting.

Yoko Hikasa

Not just any old hag. Not even just a legendary old hang, but The legendary old hag.

Yuuichirou Umehara

I'm not sure if he's funny on purpose either, but there's this one clip of him passing by someone and the person says to him "Do your best (on stage)!" and he just shouts back, "SHUT UP" which pretty much summarizes his character. He's also the epitome of that Squidward button sometimes where it just says, "I really wish I weren't here right now." Relatable. Same.

Natsuki Hanae

His gaming channel is full of really funny moments, but a lot of the enjoyment faded after the community subtitles were disabled. What if I want to be able to understand the video, YouTube?!

Haruka Tomatsu

She's like a bouncy ball that never stops. Even after giving birth, even the radio show host noted, "She's just as lively as before." She does these funny impressions (hard to explain) and has exposed Tsugu on how he was when they first recorded SAO. "He was slapping himself saying 'CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN.' And he was wearing his clothes the backwards and with the tag sticking out."

Tomokazu Sugita

Yeah, I think you know why he's here. I'm just going to put this here in case anyone wants to be scarred for life.

Rie Takahashi

She made me smile and laugh when I watched the recent RomaKira event. Just like the Kakushigoto event, she was on the listening end to some lines that made her blush and react a ton. It was sweet and funny.

Hiro Shimono

Bro, his chopping board laughter and his dynamic with Hanae and Tsugu are great (I'll never forget that random clip where they accidentally nearly blinded themselves with a light). Shout out to his manager who ate his ice cream!

Mikako Komatsu

I have been watching a lot more clips with her in it, and I always forget how funny she can be even off the screen. She's so lively and speaks her mind a lot (mostly regarding b00bs). Her and Eguchi have gotten into some pretty lively discussions about it (just want to add that being part of the itty bitty titty community isn't a bad thing). I've also been watching her with Tsuda and Kaji on the old K radio show where she sheds insight on what girls talk about to the unknowing. It gets quite crazy there too sometimes.

Yuuma Uchida

He has a really funny laugh, a lively personality, and he seems like such a fun person to be around.

Sally Amaki

Her Twitter page is honestly amazing. You read her English tweets are just like, "I'm in Spain but the s is silent" to her Japanese tweets which are like, "I will be appearing in this broadcast. I look forward to seeing you all there!" Honestly, the duality is amazing. She also gives lessons to both Japanese and English-speakers with the weirdest phrases that people probably won't and shouldn't use IRL.

Mamoru Miyano

The funny man himself. I think this explains itself.

Kana Hanazawa

She's really funny at events sometimes, and her screaming over how she got to marry her husband is both hilarious and incredibly sweet.

[littlefakeboysworld]

I am going to full body skin check to an unknown dermatologist. I usually get asked to strip at least to my underwear.

Should I just strip naked and still present myself as a boy? Should I show them all of my body? Should I let them check the birth marks under by b00bs and pu§§y? Should I not just let them but also require it? Should I just stand there naked, showing them my incredibly girly body? The most sensitive parts on me?

Should I let them call me miss once they do?

[katyspersonal]

Transgender micolash

Valid, tho tbh I am not sure whether you sent it to ask my thoughts about it, or just informed me about what idea you like? Sorry it is just hard to say with ask lacking extra words to make it a statement or a question, hahah

I've shared my thoughts about Micolash's attitude to themes of birth and pregnancy occasionally, especially in this post ( x ), but yeah, it comes down to: no matter what Micolash is born with, he would LOVE to have an uterus. So imo, if he was born female, he'd come to lack genital dysphoria and even feel elevated during periods, however would absolutely dread being associated with femininity or motherhood as a role OTHERwise. Like... He'd love what his body allows him to experience, but in terms of gender identity absolutely be a man. And alternatively, as a trans woman, Micolash would definitely take advantage of weird eldrich powers gathered to be reborn in a new body - remember what kind of setting Bloodborne IS! Alternatively, his gender identity could stay male forever and he'd JUST want a type of body that can birth life. He admires this shit to a bizarre extent no matter what!

Again, you didn't specify whether you mean trans man or trans woman Micolash, but in Japanese original Micolash is referred to with the status more akin to king/lord (pretty masculine), not 'host'. So if you mean trans woman, that piece should be factored in. In my mind, Micolash is a man (or, as I like to say, 'my precious boy'), but yes if he is a trans man I can't help but feel like he would yearn to change many things about his body... but not That One. Deeper voice and no b00b tho? For sure. But besides personal dysphoria, there'd be added layer of wanting to become a 'perfect human being' - both male and female. However, that would turn out... well, not so perfect. I think we all can agree the only character in Bloodborne setting who changes the body with eldrich magic and gets the perfect result is Paleblood Hunter when they turn into a squid! (no, Val, you don't get to make the 'is that Patches erasure?!' joke fhghfutjh)

On the OOOOOTHER hand, notice how most of Great Ones are feminine figures? Oedon and Mergo aren't even gendered in Japanese original, and I for one only call OoK 'he' because he appears weirdly humanoid and resembles fishmen, while his mom (who also has human face) is more similar to snail/slug women (sex dymorphism strikes again)! You might want to say "but Oedon-" but holdup! Ebrietas is adult version of what Arianna's child is and is known in internal files as 'bastard of the Moon' so Flora, a feminine Great One, could impregnate mortal women too, you know? So it is possible that a man could get gender dysphoria induced by close proximity with Great Ones, rather than it occurring initially. Like what if Rom for example is only a she after being blessed by Kos, because apparently Godhood in Bloodborne is feminine.

That being said, trans woman Micolash is not necessarily excluded! Just not an interpretation I'd personally choose, because Micolash and Rom in my thing ARE 'brother and sister' mentioned in Brain Fluid description! My Mico is a man no matter with what body he was born! Also, now that I considered it, for trans man Micolash it could work that he used to have full on dysphoria, but it was after communing with Great Ones that he got appreciation for organs of birth that was stronger. Basically Great Ones can shift one's whole self-perception by being TOO much of moms?

(Fun fact, @saintmicolash did come up with an idea like whole three years ago - that Micolash, born male, is reborn with female reproductive system after weird eldrich s3x with Kos, but he can't birth a human and instead can only convert human sperm into her phantasms. I think this fits the character well too, but this idea is just change of the body, without any gender identity change, so I can't say how much it counts...?)

[rattyoakenbitch]

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings: language and lewd humor

eren -

you:

eren: Whats the matter

eren: Did some jerk off mess with you today???

you: yeah ,, you :/ stoopid idiot

eren: HUH??

eren: WHAT I DO

eren: YOURE TYPIGN SO SLOWBB

you: chill

eren: Youre telling me to chill? please.

you: u just forgot our date but :/

eren: DID I?

eren: Oh man )): im sorry y/n

you: not the doublechin emote pls </3

you:

eren: Why the weird animal memes all of a sudden

eren: Theyre not even funny

you: i said have a seat ,, dumb whore >:(

eren: Whoa who do u think ur talking to

armin -

you:

armin: BABY NO

armin: ILY

armin: I LOV U SO MUCH PLS UR DOING SO GGOOOD

armin: )))))))):

armin: IM SO PROUD OF U OHMYGOSH 💓💖💘💕💗💕💓💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💖

armin: ANYTHING U NEED IM HERE<3<3

you: HAABDHSHS ILY MIN UR TOO SWEET OMFG

you: i love u so much <3

you:

armin: of course i like you!!€℅¢{=;*(℅€{¢[>:(((

armin: wait what does peg even mean ?? :l

armin: like

armin: a pirate?

you: do i look like google to u mf :l

armin: wow okay brb then

armin: Y/N YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO

jean -

you:

jean: haha no idiot it means youre a guy that likes other dudes

you :/

jean: why is mario even in that photo 🙄🙄 isnt he gay for the red guy

you: OKAY FIRST OF ALL.

you: its luigi

you: and no that would be inc*st bae😩😩

jean: insect* stupid 😐

you: did the meme just fly over ur head or what

you:

jean: is that a bunny

you: do you even know how to read at this point

jean: yeah yeah

jean: i have that affect on people <33

you: no actually i take it back you sound like a horse

jean: fuck you

mikasa -

you:

mikasa: Y/N 😭😭

mikasa: Dont just say things like that

you: which one :•)

you: was it the b00bs lol

mikasa: Yes Y/N.

you: again, my hands are very capabl

you:

mikasa: We've been dating for nearly a year now Y/N

you: okay??? answer the question

mikasa: What question

you: will you be my soulja gurl😳😳❗❗💯

mikasa: Whats a soulja gurl

you: youre worse than eren sometimes

mikasa: Yes i will be ur soulja gurl 🙄💖

levi -

you:

levi: I don't have time for your childish antics, Y/N.

you: are you mad at me

levi: Not yet. Why?

you: youre ending your sentences with full stops ):

you: feels kinda mean but idk

levi: Grammar, Y/N.

levi: again, I don't have the time for your silly images.

you: HA YOU DIDNT CAPITALIZE THE BEGINNING OF YOUR SENTENCE

you: CAUGHT YOU LACKING SHORTY 😡😡🔫💯💯❗

levi: The fuck you just call me, brat?

you: s h o r t

you: 5'2 mf 😩😩✋

levi: It's almost as if you asking to get put in your place.

you: please i see that stool

you: ill put all the food on top of the fridge and hide the stool and theres nothinf you can do about it

levi: Oh?

you: yeah hobbit

levi: Nothing?

you: nu uh

levi: We'll see about that.

you: is the little baby threatening me

levi: You've just about pushed your luck with me, brat.

you:

levi: Are you being serious right now?

you: yeth </3

you: i have a crush on you teehee

levi: Y/N, I've known this for months

you: WHAT

levi: We've been together for a while. We sleep in the same bed. I call you darling. Need I say more?

you: SO YOU LIKE ME TOO?? :OOOOO

levi: I love you, Y/N. Now quit your weird behavior.

[scarefox]

Had my last work day in the customs post office today after 9 months. Feels weird. But I am happy to be away from this place. 

People were nice and chill but also very gossipy and it is the most low intelligence boomer place ever. Srsly from all the jobs I had the past years this is the worst in that regard. You could probably find a whole crowd for a conspiracy & phobes rally in those halls. Like literally about 90% of the people in there are just straight up dumb or ignorant. (and of course alcoholics and sexual harassments gets just shrugged off like “lol dude xy came to work again reeking like beer” damn funny if they operate heavy machines and cars inside the halls... and that one dude sends D pics to all the female coworkers which is totally disgusting but funny to gossip over I guess...) 

Even today I had to listen to crap like “ALL asian people literally eat EVERYTHING (which is disgusting, dumb and evil because they ALL also eat animals that are still alive ... ALL asians do that). But they also eat rice everyday” + some insults towards their visuals and their ‘low intelligence’..... And these employees handle packages from all over asia every day for years... None of them has any clue of what they are looking at when they open packages. The amounts of times I had to explain stuff to them or simply just had to translate english for them!!! Or even show them how google translator works... how google works..... how the computer structure or phone camera works (we take photos of the content of packages for the work process and documentation)....

Also... since a few weeks the customs employees including the customs officials are after manga... because they now noticed that some manga contain sex scenes. duh.... BUT now they all treat manga like it’s some disgusting japan pro.n stuff we have to shield the society and children from... The way they tried to tell me about it, them not knowing that I literally read manga since age 13 lol..... And I am sitting there listening to the most ridiculous ideas. (the shocked confused face from that one woman when I said I read manga). Thing is LEGALLY they can’t just say “Oh there are naked people in this comic we declare this is now an 1 8 + item which requires the recipient to show their ID in order to get their package” THAT’S NOT HOW AGE RESTRICTION WORK HERE. There are literally official authorities department for this whicj has EDUCATED (I hope) people, lawyers etc who check every requirement and potential danger. And not some old customs farts who never got in touch with japanese entertainment nor even with japanese culture but are now shocked to see that sometimes there are b00bs, Ds and va-jj’s in manga they think is for kids only..... 

They treat collectors figurines from anime and games the same ignorant way. First of all they categorize them as toys fpr CHILDREN because....??? And then they see “Oh this big titted girl in this sexy pose has kind of a petite face. This is definitely child pr.onography by this freak country!!!”

Their minds would explode if they would see real life japanese (womens) faces, which often look naturally younger compared to western faces due to different facial structure.... But besides that... the fact alone that they see it all as children toys and comics is just dumb on it’s own... Like they basically just have the “children comic” or “perverted 1 8 + content” options in their mind. And that’s also the only thing they look for. The fact that there could be stories with full on gore or body horror doesn’t cross their minds. Na, they just check for the pervert stuff. Make it make sense at least?!?!?!

I appreciated the 2-3 good folks in that work place. One I keep in touch with. And I appreciate the fact that I now have a lot of dumb stories about customs officials and the post office and can totally justify why outside people are annoyed and angered by customs departments methods and behavior all the times. Because yes, they are indeed dumb af in there (in germany at least)... sad but true.

Also commuting was a big waste of time every day, hygiene and safety was horrible in that company as well. I will not miss it at all.