#charisma house fanfiction

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SEXY AFFAIRS

╰┈➤ 💜 Amahiko is late and condemns you to bathing alone, something unheard of in this sharehouse. It's his duty as World Sexy Ambassador to make it up to you and to properly apologise.

Tendo Amahiko x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: no pronouns or stated genitalia for reader; reader bottoms; Sharing Clothes; Scent Kink; Established Relationship; Neck Kissing; Groping; Making Out; Size Kink; Penis Size; Muscles; Hair Kink; Fluff; Pole Dancing; Strip Tease; Blow Jobs; Sex Positions; Sex Positive; Sloppy Makeouts; Lube; Fingerfucking; Hand & Finger Kink; Creampie; Come Eating; Humor; Aftercare • wordcount: 4,645 • masterlist

a/n: This started out as something unserious but here we are 4,6k words later... Happy Sexy Birthday Amahiko

It's late in the afternoon when Amahiko finally returns home.

He'd promised you to return earlier today, and here he got caught in his business outside yet again... Despite the evident haste in his demeanor as he enters the living room, he stops to properly greet his housemates Terra and Iori.

As Iori immediately appears behind Amahiko to take his jacket for him, Amahiko worriedly asks if anyone knows where you are.

"In the bathroom. But it should be any second now that-"

Like clockwork, just as Amahiko looks in the direction of the door, it opens to reveal you stepping into the living room.

"Amahiko, you're back! I knew my Amahiko-radar could be trusted! Welcome home!"

"…You just heard his voice, didn't you."

Terra's comment remains unnoticed as you and Amahiko rush at each other for a welcome hug, ignoring the rest of the world around you.

"Thank you. I'm truly sorry for making you wait and returning home late. I hope you can forgive me."

Your heart is softened by the pure regret in his baby blue eyes, the worry painted across his features as well as the gentle hold of his large hands as he takes yours in them to emphasize his humble apology. You gawk and smile widely at him, reassuring him readily.

"Of course I forgive you! But truth to be told… I just had the loneliest bath in the world without you. I had forgotten how cold and lonely a bathtub could be without you in it. It wasn't sexy at all…"

Amahiko gasps, and his thick eyebrows arch in a frown.

"I'm such a fool."

Averting his gaze in shame, it's only then that he notices what you're wearing.

"Is this my…?"

You nod somewhat shyly, tugging the clothing tighter around you and nuzzling into it.

"Your bathrobe, yes… actually… I used your shampoo too, and your bodywash…! Alas… the scent of Amahiko was with me, but Amahiko himself still was not."

Touched as he is right now, aside from producing a small, sincere moan, Amahiko's own words betray him as he can only sink to his knees in a deep bow.

"I'm awfully sorry to have done that to you. In the future, I promise that this Tendo Amahiko will do his best so that you can never bathe alone again!"

Holding your hands over your mouth in shock at his heartfelt apology, you hurriedly tell him to get up. Meanwhile Terra whom both of you have forgotten that is still there, joins in the conversation not paying much mind to the intense exchange happening in front of him.

"So does that mean that you two are exclusive right now?"

Amahiko, now back on his feet, turns to face Terra with a relaxed smile. "No, that isn't correct. The right term would be that we are in a polyamorous relationship with all the perverts in the world."

"I wish I didn’t ask."

You tug at Amahiko's sleeve to catch his attention once more. "Never mind me waiting for you Amahiko, I think you have a bigger problem to worry about! With you being out for so long, the sexy levels seem to have dropped drastically around here! Here I thought I could save the situation wearing your sexy bathrobe but I'm afraid that's a job for the 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕪 𝔸𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣 to take care of."

Amahiko listens carefully to your concerns, and only as you say these three words do the smile appear back on his face. With newfound confidence, he holds his head high and gives a firm nod.

A familiar melody plays out of nowhere, making everyone turn their head around in search of a pole coming up from the ground. With the impressive number of poles installed in the sharehouse, one could never be quite prepared for the location of the next pole dance show. But given the way the music sounds muffled, as if coming from another room, it would most likely not be here.

"I have not forgotten my duty. Tonight too, thank you for appointing me. However, I'm afraid I cannot take on this mission alone if I want to achieve great results."

Amahiko looks straight at you, stretching out his hand, waiting for you to put your own on top of it.

"Without further ado, let's go. We have sexy affairs to take care of."

Fascinated out of your mind, you snap out of the trance, determinedly accepting his offer. Hand in hand, you and Amahiko bid the others goodbye as you take off in the direction of Amahiko's room, which seems to be the source of the music.

The living room gets comparatively quiet once again.

Terra lets out a sigh, turning the page of his magazine and returning to his usual radiant smile as he's beyond letting any obstacles in the way of his leisure time.

"Iori, come here and cover my ears with your hands for the next two hours."

"Haaai~!"

Once inside Amahiko's room, you're greeted by alluring lights flashing from above, a lone pole waiting in the middle of the room. Albeit Amahiko enters right behind you, he remains with his hand on the handle.

"Should we keep the door open? That way the air of our combined sexiness could reach the others better."

"Amahiko…" You feel your cheeks heating up, putting your own hand ontop of his and slowly pushing the door until it closes with a soft click. Seeing your display of shyness, Amahiko can't help himself. He pins you to the now-closed door, getting a soft gasp out of you. He's so close suddenly, his warm breath fanning over your freshly bathed skin where the waterdrops had just cooled it off. But just before his lips could touch you anywhere, on your nape, or your chin, or on your own parted mouth anticipating his kiss, he halts his ministrations and withdraws.

"I have something to tell you before we begin. Earlier, you said that you couldn't do anything about the lowered sexy levels even while wearing my bathrobe. That's simply not right. For you are…the sexiest sight I've seen."

You're not sure if it's because of you forgetting how to breathe for a moment or the music truly just slowed down, adopting a sultrier tone to it, as if to match the scene of his confession.

"Oh…Amahiko…"

Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, Amahiko breathes in a lungful of your scent, that actually belongs to him to begin with.

"To think you'd bathe yourself in my scent… you're bold and mischievous. Don't you know by the time we finish here, you'd smell like me no matter what?"

"Ahh-" You let out a moan too early, solely at the way he's already making love to you with his words alone, but your next moan is caused by something way more tangible. The hotness of his breath has nothing on the hotness of his tongue, as he licks a wet strip across your neck.

Grabbing onto his shoulder for purchase, you feel your legs getting weaker with the sudden tantalizing attack. Wanting to get back at him, you will yourself into regaining your balance so your hands can roam free again. You know Amahiko loves to be felt up. You give him plenty of it, sliding your open palms down the small of his back and arriving at his well-formed ass, giving it a firm squeeze with both hands and then traveling further down on his sides to feel for his toned, muscular thighs, the result of hours upon hours of tireless training. Then moving to the top again, because you desperately need to be held closer in his embrace, you focus on his back. It's so broad; amidst the hug you measure it with your hands and let a pleased sound escape you.

Amahiko moans as one of your hands finds the front of his pants, feeling for a sign that he's enjoying this as much as you are. He attacks your neck again with a fervent suck against the skin.

The bridge of his nose brushes against your still-wet hair and a single waterdrop runs down his cheek, making him pause and chuckle.

"I got ahead of myself, but being seduced like that, I hope you can understand me. Now, can you please take a sit on the bed?"

"What are you planning, Amahiko?"

"Sexy blow-dry!"

Leaving yourself in Amahiko's capable hands, you let yourself be utterly spoiled as he blows your hair dry for you. You're pleased to know the act was as stimulating for him as it was to you, with the feeling of his fingers running through your scalp keeping the fire inside you alive. For any other couple, this could be a distraction from the main event of the night, but for you and Amahiko, it's simply foreplay - after all, he's knowledgeable of the sensitivity of the scalp, even considered an erogenous zone. He pays special attention to the area behind your ears and around your neck, not forgetting to gently tug at your hair as well.

The way he took a moment to reassure you earlier, the way he takes proper care of you instead of devouring you at the door, it all makes you fall head over heels for him all over again. What kind of pamper play is that?!

Putting the dryer away and taking a sit behind you on the bed once again just in time to hear your dreamy sigh, Amahiko hums softly with curiosity. The way his broad frame envelops your from behind messes up with your head, and you give him no answer. You simply drop down to the fluffy duvet, turning over on your back so you can admire his towering-over-you form.

Not paying attention to the way his bathrobe has opened up to reveal more of your skin to his eyes, you let out a small giggle at the audacity of your upcoming request before it's even left your lips. Decisively, you wait for Amahiko to return his gaze to your own before you speak.

"I was being sincere earlier when I said I forgive you for returning home late. Please don't worry so much about these things. However… If you still want to make it up to me…"

Amahiko places one hand at the side of your head, then the other, practically caging you underneath him as he leans over you. His face is serious.

"I understand. You don't have to say another word."

And just like that, he withdraws again, making you thankful because you can now catch your breath, at least. Remaining on the bed, you see him get up and approach the pole at the center of his room.

The disco lights flash over his face, revealing a knowing little smile as Amahiko holds down your gaze. The glassy surface of his eight-wing wardrobe reflects his lit frame, doubling the head-spinning effect of the atmosphere cast by the multicolored lights. You find yourself the sole audience of an exquisite show, as Amahiko begins with simply walking around the metal pole gracefully. In just one turn, all of the buttons on his shirt fall open - you know by now that most of his clothes outside of the playtime costumes are chosen to be taken off easily for his own comfort. You've never seen someone take his shirt off so sensibly, baring one shoulder then the other, then swiftly sliding off the sleeves. The discarded item falls on the floor, and you remove your attention from it in order to take in the sight of Amahiko's now nude torso in its full glory. The light dances on its muscular forms, from his toned abs to the dips of his prominent hipbones where they disappear under his belt. Despite the elegant start, you know what's next by the way he moves his gaze from you to the pole: in just a second he takes a firm grip on it, performing a leap off the ground not unlike a predator chasing after its prey.

Gripping the pole with both hands, he pushes his pelvis up over his head, legs opening to a splits as he rotates at a slow pace. Next, he closes his legs around the pole, holding it between his hefty thighs, strong enough to uphold his weight. He times it perfectly so that he's facing you when he brings his torso up, seemingly folding in half, as you see him…catch the zipper of his red trousers between his teeth and pull it down.

He lets his upper body unfold until he's hanging upside down once again, hooking one leg and folding it so he can grab the pole between his legs, using the other hand to tug down the fabric until his pants' foot comes off, reversing and doing the same with the other.

The article of clothing falls to the ground, leaving him only in his underwear, a silky silver thong that makes a living mirrorball out of Amahiko parading himself on the pole. It catches the eye as it is, but even moreso now that the skimpy, thin fabric shows the outlines of his already erect cock. Amahiko seems to be enjoying himself, libido high as always.

He makes it look so effortless; as if he is weightless, the way he manipulates his own large body into submission, fluid motions calculated with such precision you're left staring in awe. What he does is art, and you're dead serious when you claim that each time you watch him performing it's like the first time. No amount of pole dancing done on the spur of the moment when provoked by the rest of the residents can dull your reaction to it.

Amahiko grants you a good view of his buttocks, flexing the muscles of his back and rear just for you, sneaking a look at you watching him.

He snakes the fingers of his left hand down his hip, penetrating underneath the thin strap and dragging it down with his motion. The tip of his cock pokes out, a bead of precome adorning it and making your mouth water. It's as if the sheer intensity of your gaze undresses Amahiko as the thong comes loose, sliding down to hang from one leg as Amahiko raises it to let the tiny underwear dangle from his foot until he unceremoniously throws it in your direction.

It's the end of Amahiko's show now that he's stripped down to his most nakedness, but he knows how to wrap things up with style.

A final fireman's spin puts accent on his proudly standing-up cock in its whole eye-candy glory, swinging around along with the rest of him just to make your mouth water.

And with that, he lands on the ground at very last.

You give him a round of applause, making sure to let him know how much he fascinated you. "Amahiko…that was incredibly sexy to watch…"

The man approaching you smirks in satisfaction with himself, sinking one knee in the round bed as he extends his hand in offer.

"I bet you wanted to touch me with more than your eyes?"

"I…yes. Please."

The unnecessarity of your last word becomes clear as Amahiko guides your hand to slide down his stomach until you feel the soft fuzz of his plum-colored pubic hair.

"Let me have a taste?"

Amahiko reacts vocally to your playful suggestion, cock pulsating visibly at the mere implication of a hot mouth wrapped around it. You trail your very fingertips down the prominent vein running down his pelvis, following it but avoiding any direct touch on Amahiko's arousal for the time being. As much as you want to wrap your hand around the thick girth, you feel like going straight for tonguing it this time.

"Amahiko will burst with ecstasy if you play with him too much."

"Maybe I want him to burst… in my mouth, and all over my face…"

"Ahhh!"

You give him no time to recover from the image you planted in his mind before lapping at the cock hanging in the air right in front of your face. You give his length a long lick from base to tip, savoring his salty, intoxicating taste that you find yourself addicted to, catching the bulbous head in your mouth and giving it a light suck, before withdrawing and letting his cock bounce.

"I can't help it Amahiko, I want to see you come again and again, and to join you in it until we're completely spent… Maybe it would be fair if you were to decide where you want to climax the first time, and then I get to play with you however I want?"

Amahiko sucks on a breath, sliding a hand down to tug on the base of his cock, cupping his heavy sack and staring at you with dark lust in his eyes. "I agree, however, I still have more apologizing to do. Allow me to pleasure you thoroughly first and give you all I've got. That's my decision."

He guides his cock so that the tip rubs on your velvety lips, precum smearing on them.

"So sexy."

You produce a low grunting noise deep in your throat in approval, not daring to open your lips while he's servicing himself with them. It's just a mere tease though, as in the next second he withdraws and shifts his body until he's fully seated on the bed.

"Let's remove this. Show me your sexy body."

He guides the bathrobe off your shoulders, the silky fabric pooling behind you as Amahiko lets out a low gasp, as if seeing you naked for the first time. He can't keep his hands to himself any longer, and you indulge him willingly, shortening the distance between you until you're welcomed in his lap.

"Today we'll try a position that lets me take care of multiple erogenous zones of yours at the same time. I think you'll find it quite pleasurable. But first, kiss me."

Your pulse quickens with anticipation, ready to be reduced to putty in his hands as wrings pleasure out of you. Amahiko possesses exquisite knowledge about the human body and the many ways it can be played with, you're at the mercy of a professional lover. You'd obediently let him turn, twist and pose you in any way he sees fit, motivated by the promise of drowning in ecstasy. Together, that's it.

You hurry to kiss him as he wished, nowhere as careful as he'd kiss you, but you know he'll love it all the same. His lips are pried to grant you an entrance and you boldly and vigorously invade his mouth, claiming every millimeter of it. He moans in the kiss, following your wild manners tit for tat, not minding the saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. You leave him thoroughly kissed and on edge, impatient to finally receive a stimulation that counts.

"Begin by laying on your stomach for me please."

Eager to comply, the haze occupying your mind already does half the work of getting you lying down again, and the bedding feels good as it rubs along your skin as you turn around. Your behind is now on display for Amahiko who is quick to guide you in the desired position.

"You may lay relaxed for now, at least until I prepare you for penetration." He helps you relax by emphasizing his words with a gentle caress down your back - even if it sends shivers all the way to your toes instead. It takes a lot not to wiggle your hips and spark at least some satisfaction where you need it the most, but you decide to be patient and good for him.

Even when facing away, you recognize the telltale sounds of a nightstand drawer sliding open and then closed with a soft thud a second later. It could be the hundred time Amahiko has taken care of you this way and you'd still find your arousal growing tenfold when this moment approaches. And your muscles all tense up as you feel his fingers coat and probe at your hole with the slippery lube.

"Are my fingers too cold?"

You groan a little at the novel for the night stimulation, reaching over your head for a pillow to drag under your head. Not for hiding your moans, no - letting your voice out was the first and most important lesson you learned in the bedroom of the World Sexy Ambassador - but clutching it in your fist and biting down on it, on the other hand, is welcomed.

"They're…perfect. Thick and long and so experienced."

"Thank you."

Accepting the compliment is not where Amahiko stops; he's eager to prove he deserves it as well, it seems, as he gets the hint about your impatience and puts his fingers in action.

"I know applying extra lubrication might be a burden for you when your body screams for release, but aside from being recommended when you're intimate with someone my size, it would enhance our pleasure. I want nothing but to make you overflow with it."

"Hnng- Please- I'm so ready for you-"

You know your body speaks for you more than your own voice does, as your insides squeeze tightly around Amahiko's slick-coated fingers. The gesture of him focusing on preparing you rather than pleasuring you is driving you insane, but you trust in how rewarding it would all be. The lewd noises of more lube being squeezed out leave you imagining how he applies it on his own cock, as you hear his deep moan. He must be giving his cock a nice stroke now, making sure it's perfectly erect and ready to pleasure you.

"Alright. Let us begin."

You moan in something that is neither pure delight nor frustration, hole spasming around nothing as Amahiko's fingers exit you. You feel his presence towering over your back as places his muscular thighs on either side of your own.

His hand is warm when it lands in the crease of your left knee.

"Fold this leg and hold it like that. Keep the other one stretched out."

His gentle nudge helps you into complying, and you can't help the small noises of anticipation leaving your mouth as you find the place between your legs exposed to the air because of the motion.

"Now put your weight on your elbows… yes, just like that. Sexy."

You prostrate yourself for Amahiko in this convenient position, with your lubed hole all ready for him - you all but feel the focus on the place of penetration, and whine at the lack thereof.

"Shh. Amahiko is coming."

Perplexed at the way he manages to make the simplest things feel like euphoria, you find yourself fighting back a steadily building orgasm at the mere feeling of Amahiko's glans rubbing against your entrance. The friction is fluid, making him slip in with ease, and he exits your body with what you assume is caution not to overstimulate you by thrusting all the way in too soon. It surely wouldn't be him teasing you despite how crazed up with arousal he's already gotten you…

"Nghh- You're so tight and warm inside. You feel so delightful."

Him saying this while he slides back in, this time slower and deeper, has got you gasping around the first few syllables of his name. He thrusts in and out at a slow pace that he gradually picks up until his thrusts are long and even, clouding your head with pleasure.

Being behind you like that, Amahiko has access to one too many sensitive spots of your burning skin, and he is quick to make use of it. He begins by raining kisses on your shoulder, open-mouthed and wet, slowly making his way up the junction of it and your neck, and continuing his ambush until he's met with the delicate skin of your earlobe. He bites on it, slowing the movements of his hips just to savor the reaction as his wet tongue traces the rim of your ear.

"Ahhh-That's-"

"It's sensitive here. You've begun to suck me in deeper inside."

Dividing your focus between the two areas in your body receiving attention induces head-spinning sensation that leaves you breathless. As Amahiko continues tonguing your ear, his hand sneaks to where he earlier noticed you like having it, on the crease of your knee.

"Here too… the skin is thinner. You're going to be screaming in pleasure soon."

Amahiko's deep voice rumbling low as he whispers in your ear is a weapon far more dangerous than those little tricks he plays on your body, but combined with them, you're facing a whirlwind of sensation like never before. And you're spinning, spinning as the low creaking noise of the bed soundtracks each and every thrust of Amahiko; his body draped over yours with a thin layer of sweat between you, his own moans of pleasure entwining with yours, equal in volume and in wanton, speaking of two approaching highs: aching, swollen, pulsing, gushing.

Amahiko now all but slams his hips into yours with his nearly inhuman stamina, the noises of skin-on-skin joining in the salacious melody, and he fucks you so good. You realize the worth of this position as Amahiko grips the inside of your knee to spread you even further, granting himself access to the spots inside you that lit your body on fire.

"I'm-Ngh- I'm going to-come inside you-"

"Do it- Amahiko, do it, please, I'm cumming too…!"

"Let's do it together!"

Turning your head to the side, you clash your lips into Amahiko's, desperately wanting to hold onto the remaining bits of your reason as your world shatters with hot-white pleasure. Amahiko's cock spears through your deepest parts, making you feel completely full as it swells and pulsates to the point of no return. Amidst a broken moan of his name, you tip over the edge, dragging Amahiko along as your body is shaken by ecstasy, just as his is. You feel the hot torrents of his cum fill you to the brim as he keeps cumming and cumming inside you through uneven and deep trusts that lack their previous preciseness in the face of the consuming euphoria.

Amahiko continues fucking the orgasm out of you until you can't take it anymore, and his now shallow thrusts are enough to send your body in tremors with the aftershocks.

Your body gives out and you let the bed embrace your weight as you lay down, Amahiko carefully caging you with his body. He whispers filthy things in your ear, glorifying the heavenly feeling you granted him with, while lazily caressing over your sex with his hand, tracing over the place where you're connected.

You shift your body to your side and he does the same to face you, and you catch him just in time to see how he brings his fingers to his mouth.

"The nectar of our conjoining, it's so sweet…"

"A-Amahiko…"

Blaming it on your still uneven breathing, your heart is yet to calm down and how could it be when Amahiko doesn't give you a break? You feel the liquid warmly tricking down the side of your thigh, and shamelessly you find yourself feeling awfully empty again. So soon.

"Mmmhh…" You attempt to voice out your complaint as Amahiko kisses you again, sharing the taste lingering on his tongue with you. But then something else pops up in your mind.

"Amahiko…"

"Yes, my dear?"

"When we're done here… I think, no, I'm sure… that I'll need to get a bath again."

A second passes, and you hear him sucking on a breather. You can't help the giddy feeling rising in your chest.

"Let this Amahiko join you for a sexy bath."

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Clock Out [Charisma House Fanfic]

About

- Has Kaname in it.

- Basically my idea for what would be a season 3 premiere.

- Shu Matsubara please consider me as a cowriter for official Charisma House episodes /j

- I have not watched every single episode of the series so if some stuff is wrong. Too bad I guess.

- Updates every Sunday

- Content Warnings: Um…none, I guess? Unless you count a somewhat intense argument between a mother and child? Also pedophilia is mentioned in (1) line.

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Chapter 1 (Order Up!)

Working at a full time job can be a huge commitment for someone, as they would spend most of the day working rather than engaging in hobbies or things they enjoy. For Kaname Maeno, he was up for the task of taking a job to better his life. He only lived with his mom before starting work, and was an unemployed high school graduate with no interest in any higher education, as he’d much rather be playing video games in his room than doing anything else.

His mother was disappointed, because she knew her son had potential, he just wasn’t using it. Perhaps employment could be the key for him to get out of his hikikomori lifestyle. He could make friends at work, and seek higher opportunities once he makes a stable enough income. But of course, this is not the way things went. At least, not at first.

It had been about a week since Kaname started working at the café known as Caralatte, and it wasn’t super great in his experience. As a waiter, he had to take every order with a smile, but secretly hated every second. It seemed like every customer went out of their way to ignore him, whether it were the teenage girls thinking he was the most adorable little thing, or the old perverts who wanted to get close to someone who looked like a little boy.

But yesterday was somewhat pleasant…or at least it was better than the previous days. Kaname saw a face that he never met before, a boy who seemed to be around his age, with short black hair and an orange outfit. This person looked relatively normal, but he was prepared for the worst.

As the other waiters were busy with other customers, Kaname waltzed towards the peculiar man, praying that there would be no complications or complaints. He took a deep breath and flashed his usual fake smile. “Hi, my name is Kaname Maeno, and I’ll be your waiter for today. What will you be ordering?”

The customer smiled mischievously and tapped his fingers against the table, which Kaname saw as an obvious bad sign. Nevertheless, the mystery man didn’t make an impression that he’d cause too much trouble…until he started ordering.

“I’ll have a chocolate cake, a strawberry sundae, some caramel custard, a lemon meringue pie, 6 sugar cookies…” Jesus Christ…was this man ordering for a party? Or would he eat this all by himself? It seemed like this man was ordering faster than Kaname’s hand could write down, and just as it seemed like he finished, there was much, much more to write down.

Miraculously, the constant orders suddenly ended, giving Kaname (and his poor hands) a breath of relief. “W-will that be all, sir?” he asked, trying not to go insane from what he just witnessed.

“I’ll also have some ice cream, because today is my birthday,” the strange customer requested. Kaname sighed heavily, hoping the chefs won’t pass out from the intense amount of items they’d have to make in such a limited amount of time. Even the other clients looked at this man in shock, but he didn’t seem to care a bit.

“Alright, your total will be…uh…¥760,860…do you want a receipt?” Kaname asked, struggling to keep his polite tone at this point. In response, the client shook his head and laughed, acting like he could afford all this? Of course, to the struggling waiter, this was another gluttonous rich kid, just trying to test his limits. If he didn’t get a good tip, he’d be pissed.

After about two hours, all of the items the bizarre man ordered were ready. Kaname was prepared to hear a long rant about how the chefs took too long, or how something was undercooked, or some other outrageous complaint as he served the customer his food, but all he received was a “thank you”.

…huh? This was odd…it seemed like every other person he had to serve was rude and unpleasant, but this was the first time he heard a “thank you” from someone he had the “pleasure” of serving. Kaname tried not to hide his shock, but did seem a little embarrassed. He figured he’d at least show his gratitude, it was the least he could do in this situation, anyway.

“It’s my pleasure to serve you tonight. Have a happy birthday, sir.” As Kaname walked off, it was getting closer to closing time, and the amount of people looking for a sweet treat slowly decreased. He looked towards the window, seeing all the stars swirl across the sky…perhaps, it was a sign that the night was going to not be filled with pain. Maybe, for once, his mother wouldn’t have to yell at him for not going to work, or he wouldn’t have to be so angry. At least for tonight, things felt normal…

Fumiya walked to the Charisma Sharehouse with a smile (and some crumbs) on his face, fully knowing that it was not his birthday and had tricked the waiter into giving him a slight discount. He didn’t think much of it, it was basically routine for him. Just as he was about to make a right turn on the next street, he overheard an intense argument coming from a nearby apartment.

“You always come home from work so angry, why not put a smile on your face?”

“Smile? What is there to fuckin’ smile about? I spend at least seven hours every goddamn day puttin’ on this fake smile only for people to harass and berate me!”

It didn’t seem super important to Fumiya, who cared about the drama of someone they didn’t know? However…one of the voices seemed familiar, which pulled him in to listen closer.

“You have to understand that work isn’t always pleasant, sweetie. And besides, you only started recently. Who’s to say that you won’t end up liking it in the end?”

“I’m to say! And I hate this shitty job and everyone I’ve met here!! And you wouldn’t even care, because you just want me to make money, don’t you? So I can be a good member of society like everyone else?”

Eventually, Fumiya decided to pull himself away, but not before he heard a scathing “I hate you” from (what he assumed to be) the son directed towards his mother. But the Charisma of Good and Evil just decided to shake it off, it wasn’t that important…but that simple phrase stuck in his mind, “I hate you.” It kept circling in his mind, with the bearer of those words reminding him of the nice waiter he met earlier that day.

“I hate you.” “I hate you.” “I hate-”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPP! The sharp sound of Rikai’s whistle interrupted Fumiya’s muddled thoughts. “Itou Fumiya, if there is one thing you should not do, it is enter the house with crumbs on your face! Go grab a napkin and clean it up!”

Of course, Fumiya’s first instinct was to question what he did wrong. “Hmm? Why?”

“Because it is not sanitary to leave pieces of food on your face! What if one of the crumbs falls off and it attracts a bug?! Then our house will become infested, and they can easily reproduce at any moment! So, I am kindly requesting you to clean it up!” Rikai complained, readily pulling out his whistle to blow again.

Not wanting to have his thoughts interrupted again, Fumiya grabbed a napkin and cleaned the crumbs off his face, but Rikai noticed that the former had a strange expression while doing it. “Is everything alright, Fumiya-san?”

“Everything is fine,” replied Fumiya, not in the mood to discuss what he heard while walking home.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Rikai felt like the youngest Charismatic was lying, which wasn’t a surprise, because Fumiya lied like he was getting paid a million dollars every time he did so. But this specific lie felt particularly strange, because he wasn’t the type to seem bothered by anything. And yet, Fumiya was clearly bothered…

“No, something is wrong. Fumiya-san, you must tell me what it is,” Rikai requested, hoping that at least some clues will be given.

“Nothing is wrong at all,” Fumiya answered, keeping his nonchalant facade intact.

“Something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“No, something is wrong.”

“Nope, nothing is wrong.”

The two went back and forth with each other for a few minutes, before a small voice interrupted. “E-excuse me…” It was Ohse, nearly curling up into a ball out of embarrassment.

“Ah, Ohse-kun! You haven’t come out of your room all day!” Rikai was pleased with the fact that Ohse finally decided to check in on the others for the day. “What brings you here at this hour?”

Ohse seemed nervous, repeatedly stammering over his words for a few minutes before Rikai and Fumiya assured him that he could say whatever he wanted. “I-is it okay if my friend stays over for a bit?”

Fumiya seemed oddly pleased by this question, with another (at least temporarily) resident of the house to break up the flow of the daily routine. Rikai, however, grimaced immediately after Ohse made his request.

“After the last time we had someone stay over, I’m not too keen on letting anyone stay for an extended period of time.” Rikai paused after seeing Ohse’s disappointment. “Can you inform us on who this person is?”

This question made Ohse even more anxious, not sure if Rikai would approve of his answer. “Well, it’s someone I met online, but-”

Rikai immediately huffed in disgust, not letting Ohse finish his statement. “Someone you met online?! Don’t you know how dangerous the internet can be?!?! You can be scammed, or doxxed, or kidnapped! Ohse-kun, I surely do not approve of this behavior!”

“Wait!” Ohse interrupted, before the Charisma of Order could go on another long rant. “I may not know his full name, or have seen his face…I’ve only heard his voice, but we have spent multiple hours in games together, and we have been in voice calls and…and…he made me want to live just a little bit more…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “He got into an argument with his mom and said he just needs a few days in order to fix things, just please let him stay…!”

Argument with his mother? Fumiya thought. No, surely this couldn’t be the person he overheard saying “I hate you” to his mom, right? …right? He looked over at Rikai, who shook his head in anguish.

“Alright…but we need to make sure that our house is completely spotless for our new arrival,” Rikai demanded. “When is he coming?”

“Um…tomorrow…”

“TOMORROW?!?!?!” Rikai entered a state of panic, knocking on every door in the house in order to initiate a group cleanup session. Most of the Charismatics were not thrilled to suddenly be called into cleanup, but Iori was absolutely ecstatic!

The night was long and filled with yelling and arguments, but the members of the sharehouse managed to clean up just in time for their guest.

The next morning, the doorbell rang, with everyone at once rushing over to greet the new (temporary) resident. However, one of them wasn’t expecting who this guest would be…

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you all. My name is Kaname Maeno.”

Charisma Charge: Success

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #charisma house #カリスマ #ito fumiya #fumiya ito #kusanagi rikai #rikai kusanagi #minato ohse #ohse minato #oc #charisma house oc #fumiya is a little shit #fumiya eats everything #he’s like kirby lmao

[belostoma]

Was almost astounded going through the tag seeing people call iori charismahouse "gay" like it just feels too pedestrian to attempt to describe everything thats going on with him. I don't think Iori's sexuality can be encompassed in a standard orientation I think he's one of those people whose entire experience of sexuality is expressed through an ostensibly nonsexual kink. like I think he feels both spiritual and sexual ecstasy through being told to do the laundry. regardless of any genders, bodies, or sexualities involved. That's not even subtext he's literally just like that. If I were to try to peg him (lol) as anything it would probably be asexual

#like obviously its a kink. but i dont think a reading of that kink as involving literal sex is supported by the text #not that i dont want that man to be getting wrecked every day in fanfiction though obviously. #belostomations #i was going to put this on my regular blog but swerved at the last second lol sorry for sudden charisma house posting

[red-dead-sakharine]

Raphael is 100% a bard

I was too tired to add this to yesterday's post, but if the rhymes and the boots didn't give it away already, consider this:

He also writes books, poems, and stories (Tav fanfiction, just saying...), that are strewn all over his house. One of his contracts is literally a song. He has 19 charisma and is a very skilled manipulator, who talks his way through most conflict. These are all things attributed to bards. Also:

He sings during combat and buffs his allies with advantage!

He's literally using Bardic Inspiration. By singing. In combat.

He is so 100% a bard, and you can not change my mind on this!

#raphael #bg3 #bardic inspiration #raphael is a bard #bard #bard tav probably drives him wild #I figured out how to use gifs from others properly now #raphael the cambion #raphael baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 raphael #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #rds #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Mc is friends with one of the boys but gets a massive crush on their brother after meeting them for the first time, how would the brother react

Undertale Sans - Your life is Papyrus puns. I mean, do you think he didn't notice? Sans can be very perceptive with these types of things. He entertains himself by forcing fate for you two to meet more often lol just to see you all shy and blushing every time Papyrus compliments you. He loses his shit the day Papyrus asked him why you're all shy around him. That's like his personal drama TV show. You're making his day.

Undertale Papyrus - He's a bit nervous. He can clearly see how you're looking at Sans, but, uh, you're still a stranger to him and Sans acts a bit like a jerk because he's testing you. But Papyrus doesn't want him to mess everything up when you clearly have feelings for him, but he doesn't want to tell his brother you have feelings because that would be rude to call you out, right? Papyrus decides that desperate times need desperate measures. He locks you two in the house for a few hours in the house (with a very hidden magic inhibitor to prevent Sans from teleporting) and he lets you two freak out for a few hours and force-socializing in the hope Sans warms up a bit to you and you can go on with your crush with him more open to listen. He is a genius.

Underswap Sans - He's staring at you. From anywhere in the house. You just can feel his eyes on you, and especially every time you're interacting with his brother. When you turn around, he's squinting suspiciously at you, then at his brother. You know he knows. Blue won't call you out, but he will remind you in every way possible that HE. KNOWS.

Underswap Papyrus - At first he thought it was just Blue's charisma having some effect on you, but very quickly, he realized that it's not. He can see your face. You're looking like him when he's reading cheesy romance fanfiction with his favorite characters. You're crushing hard, are you? A huge shitting grin illuminates his face as he's going to his brother. You tackle him the fastest you ever did, which makes everyone stare at you. Honey wiggles his non-existent eyebrows at you. Now what are you going to do to stop him?

Underfell Sans - The hell is your problem. You saw Boss for ten seconds and he just growled at you to get out of his way. And here you are since, unable to stop staring at his back and ignoring him while he's talking to you. He frowns at you. You can't possibly like like him, are you? That won't do. That won't do at all. You're not stealing his little brother. He says you two should go outside with a quite freaking out voice as he drags you out of there. Hell no. He's not playing third carross wheel tonight.

Underfell Papyrus - Can't you see Red is messing with you, being all a gentleman and all? Apparently not. He's not sure what the hell happened but since his brother called you "stupid looking stinky human" as he insulted his brother, you're frozen. That's kind of worrying. What is even more worrying is that Red is far from oblivious and is playing with your feelings like the asshole he is, and you see nothing at all. Please. Don't make this mistake. You're going to regret it. But you're just not listening to him. Oh well. Do as you wish, but don't come crying to him when Red will reject you like an old dirty sock.

Horrortale Sans - Did he forget you're in a relationship with his brother? He's not sure. Oh well. He will act like Willow is your boyfriend to not seem lost again. He doesn't understand why after ten minutes both you and Willow are crimson as you're desperately trying to shush him, while Willow lost the ability to even talk. That's probably because you youngsters are all shy when you're in love. That's fine, you don't have to be shy around him. That's even worse.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's quite in shock, he's not going to lie. Oak is not really warming up to you, but he can see you're liking him despite that. Like, a lot. Oak finds you overwhelming and wants you to go, but you don't seem to see the signals. Willow gotcha. In the next few weeks, he will help you tame his brother so he is in a better disposition to see you don't want to hurt him but just like him. Once it's done, he's so pushing you two towards the other. He's cheering.

Swapfell Sans - Ew. He can feel you get all marshmallows the second you meet Rus and he hates it. You're hanging out with him, not with Rus. Rus is a parasite, he's just here for the food and you're literally falling for it. Is he the only one to see it? After ten minutes or so, you even forget Nox is here, only joking and talking with his brother. How can you be so blind? Nox ends up ragequitting the room. That's enough romance for the day.

Swapfell Papyrus - What... What are you doing? Nox is clearly interviewing you because he doesn't trust you, and instead of getting offended, you're gladly giving him all he asks. Are you doing it on purpose or did Nox hypnotize you somehow? Can't you see he's literally taking notes about you right in front of you? Rus is quite in shock. He doesn't even know what to say anymore. That's unbelievable. Once Nox is gone, Rus asks you if you're okay in a whisper, concerned. You answer you never feel greater and he's just staring at you like you grew a second head. Okaaaay... That was weird.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's somehow getting in the way every time you're staring or talking a little too much with Coffee, trying to drag you somewhere else or literally putting himself right in front of you. He knows what you're doing and he doesn't like this, stop that this instant. Wine doesn't want to scare you, but damn if you continue he's going to threaten you with his scary face to make sure you understand the message. And he did. You just... Don't care? Like really, you didn't even hear him. Your eyes are only on Coffee. He's starting to be scared, he won't lie.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - That's a terrible idea but he's cheering you up. He can see you are interested in Wine and desperately trying to reach him. But Wine is... Well, Wine. He's deflecting all your affectionate or friendly attempts with sarcasm and bad remarks. Somehow, it only turns you up more. Coffee is both in awe and concerned about your perseverance. You know he's going to snap at you, right? Well, no, apparently, you don't, because even when he is, you're just smiling. Wine is disturbed and even begs his brother for help after some time because he doesn't know what to do to scare him anymore. Coffee can't believe you almost got him to surrender in one day. That's something he will encourage lol. Please tame his brother once and for all. He's begging you.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[furrbbyx]

This is an idea I had because I really really wanted the wednesday show to be part elvira, part body horror, part camp, and utrerly the same vibe as the old movies. Kooky. BUT GROWN

Anyway heres the first part of a fanfiction I never really finished, fearuring a naga. I'm editing this on mobile which is to say im not editing this at alllll.

Approx 2200 words. Do not reproduce or copy.

Warnings...uh....really soft vore. This is maybe sfw.

In a haunted warehouse in upstate New York, on any given weeknight you can buy a ticket and enter into a delightful, odd place where nothing you experience can be trusted. Maybe you heard about it from a coworker, or maybe you were drawn by the eerie blinking lights announcing

Wednesday World.

Wednesday World.

Either way, you will be ushered into a seat on risers that climb high against the brick walls next to a couple sharing a soft drink and a hotdog, or a family of five all trying to get the best view and coddle the baby who is out way past it's bed time. Each act will strain your sense of reality.

A fortune teller picks a victim from the crowd and reveals a terrifying prophecy of failed love in a scratchy high voice. Will the prediction come true?

A magician mesmerizes the crowd with increasingly dangerous tricks. Did he really conjure a demon in a fiery cauldron? How it all seems like a dream when you wake up in your bed the next morning in your normal house and go about your normal day, pretending those feats weren't all that impressive. But maybe you aught to go back and see how to do that that hypnotism trick.

Yes, maybe the curiosities of Wednesday World are only as real people want them to be. Yet that never stopped a show, nor the crowds, nor the money. As for Wednesday Addams, well nothing stops Wednesday.

On this night, a brisk October evening where mist floats over the vast concrete parking lot like waiting ghosts, the last act of the night is drawing quite a spectacle.

A hand painted canvas hanging on the facade of the building reveals the biggest attraction of the night and tonight it reads:

"Sinful Snake-Monster Man! He'll devour your soul!" in bright blood-red letters. Below the lettering is the image of a beautiful brown-skinned shirtless man with glowing yellow eyes and a imposing black-scaled hood flared around his face and shoulders. He's a beautiful and terrifying beast who's smooth torso flows into the thick coiled segments of a white bellied snake. The artist is quite talented as this snake-man looks like he's about to slither out of the canvas and start eating the people lined up to buying tickets.

The crowds press into the building from all entrances. Their warm bodies add to the heat and the heady undercurrent of anticipation, stopping the freezing cold of the winter night from dampening the hype. They mingle and writhe like a sinuous creature themselves until the mood of the room changes suddenly.

Cheers erupt from the stands, clapping, and whistling and laughing humans ready for their entertainment.

Ah, the Ring Master has entered.

"My gracious fans" The RM coos into the microphone. The smile and charisma in his voice cause another round of appreciative whistling.

"Heh, you flatter me! Tonight my lovelies the greatest exibit to date, brought to you by the one and only Wednesday World. The night cirsu of delights and horrors, magic and mystery, danger and daring! We cannot be responsible for the state of your brain after viewing this specatcle. Those with weak stomach have been warned!"

The RM lowers their voice and spins slowly in place addressing everyone in the room.

"Deep in the indus valley lives one of the most deadly creatures known to man! Thought o be a myth, a silly tale to scare the children."

RM wags their finger as a nervous chuckle goes through the crowd

"No myth however! We have found him! Captured by the skilled renowned snake charmer Ares Zarin!"

With a flourish the RM gestures to a tall lanky human man who has come from behind the curtain at one edge of the ring. His tightly curled brown hair is cut close to his head and shines with pommade. The white linen shirt he's wearing is unbuttoned showing his muscled chest. At his hip is a long wicked looking whip. He walks with a confident swagger into the ring smiling and greeting the now wild crowd with waves and bows. He stalks around the ring in his big thick jungle boots as if he's never known a day of fear in his life.

"Come now friend, aren't you a little worried?" The RM goads Ares as they exchange a hand shake and hug greeting.

"Well I've never met a snake I couldn't control" Ares says into the microphone. Quite a few in the crowd can be heard swooning over his easy confidence and good looks.

"I don't know, ladies and gentleman. No beast can love it's captor." The RM sweeps their arm to the curtain again where two brawny pale circus workers and pulling a huge cage into the ring. Inside the barred cage is the snake man. He's been adorned with golden jewelry and a silken wrap about his hips. He looks relaxed but there is an agitation to his shifting coils and flicking tongue.

A hush ripples through the crowd.

"Abomination!"

"Monster!"

Some cannot contain their fear, compulsively screaming in the face of their worst nightmare.

The workers bring the cage to the middle of the ring and await the RM's next words. They are simple. The crowd is already stunned.

"For your delight! and fuel for your nightmares, Wednesday Word presents the Sinful Snake-Monster Man and the Charmer!"

The men work at the locks on the cage and the door falls open before they scramble away and the lights in the room cut off leaving only an ominous spotlight on Ares. Ares looks unaffected, bored even as the sounds of the snake-man uncoiling itself fill the ring.

The susurration of skin is the only sound coming from outside of the spotlight. No one can see what's hidden in the darkness, yet they already know what waits there.

The crowd seems to cringe as one, as the tail of the beast whips out from the darkness. Ares leaps to the side, rolling away from the first strike then another.

A loud hiss of anger blooms in the darkness. Ares uncoils the whip from his waist and stalks towards the the edge of the light.

"Come now, my sweet. Don't be sore. We've let you out of that cage, show yourself to the crowd" He says, taunting.

The hiss grows louder. Ares jumps back. The beast follows him into the light fangs bared and its patterned hood flared wide and quivering. Ares laughs.

"You see, he's vain if nothing else!" Ares shouts to the crowd. They whistle and cheer in response! Some stomping their feet in agreement.

The snake-man curls and twists his body into the ring. He so big that his long tail seems to encircle the entire space, leaving no room for escape. Ares holds the whip loosely, watching, not ready to strike at the snake-man but he reaches into his shirt with the other hand and draws out a peculiar object. A smallish thing that looks like a long-necked little gourd with a doubled fife stuck into the bottom of it. There's a net of cowrie shells around the bulbus middle and the neck is painted with arcane symbols of protection. Ares lifts it to his lips and begins to play a reedy rhythmic tune charging the ambiance with an eerie feeling.

The song calls the beast closer. It sways to the music, coiling and slithering with unnerving grace towards Ares. And it seems the human crowd is just as hypnotized by the sweet soothing noise.

Outside of the glare of the spotlight  all of this fanfare is being closely monitored by the RM and the grunts, yes, but also by the proprietor of this unholy circus: Wednesday Addams. Below the circus ring, in her tightly locked office sits the genius woman and mastermind of this operation. Wednesday watches the act, the RM, and the crowd as they are captured by her surveillance system. In fact she watches the entire building, the grounds the receiving garage and the corridor leading to her office on multiple monitors spread across on wall of the room. 

Wednesday has grown into a bewitching, maniupulative woman, Her gothic style is a symphony of darkness and allure, embodied in her striking hair and makeup choices. Long ebony locks cascade down her back in thick waves, contrasting against her porcelain skin. Her eyes are framed by dramatic, winged eyeliner, accentuating their piercing intensity, while deep, burgundy lipstick adds a touch of mystery to her full lips.

As for her attire, she embraces her gothic sensibilities with a bold and daring ensemble. A mesh top, intricately patterned with occult symbols, hugs her curves snugly, revealing hints of skin beneath its web-like design. Paired with a flowing black skirt that sways with each confident step, she exudes an air of elegance and defiance.Her gothic style is a symphony of darkness and allure, embodied in her striking hair and makeup choices. Long ebony locks cascade down her back in thick waves, contrasting against her porcelain skin. Her eyes are framed by dramatic, winged eyeliner, accentuating their piercing intensity, while deep, burgundy lipstick adds a touch of mystery to her full lips.

As for her attire, she embraces her gothic sensibilities with a bold and daring ensemble. A mesh top, intricately patterned with occult symbols, hugs her curves snugly, revealing hints of skin beneath its web-like design. Paired with a flowing black skirt that sways with each confident step, she exudes an air of elegance and defiance.

She's anticipating the climax of the act, having watched the rehearsals between her current lover Kaliya and the cocky Ares. She licks her lips. The unnatural scene in front of her is quite arousing. To the crowd it looks as if Kaliya is utterly under Ares's spell, they feel safe now that the snake-man is under control. But Wednesday knows Kaliya is stalking the man. No mortal could match Kaliya in speed or strength, nor in the bedroom Wednesday muses. For a few moments she's hyper focused on the thick smooth-scaled muscle of his tail especially where the sharp human hip bones meld into his monstrous snake body. 

He sways in front of her on camera while she toys with a nipple, sore from the fang marks he'd giver her just this afternoon. The sheer mesh of her top gives her easy access to her puckering nipples.

Ares plays like Kaliya is occupied with the sound of the fife, sauntering closer to the swaying snake-man. Kaliya plays like a docile beast for the crowds, until it's too late that is. The sudden speed with which the man's tail grabs Ares distorts the air with a noise so ominous it causes someone in the crowd to scream in its wake.

"Look out!"

The fife flies from Ares's grasp as he's stunned by the hit. The vicious tail lifts Ares by his leg dangling him above the ground like a bunch of grapes. Ares recovers quickly enough to grab at a hidden dagger and lunges for the appendage wrapped around his leg.Kaliya's hiss fills the room setting off the crowd like never before. Screams erupt as the crowd watches Ares become wrapped in writhing snakeflesh up to his stomach, still held high and being dragged closer to doom. 

"abomination!"

"god someone stop it! he'll be eaten!"

"Kill the beast!"

Kaliya seems to transform before their eyes, his body vibrating and expanding the distinctive reptilian hood of his species making him look even larger than before. His jaw grows wide, unhinges with wet pops until a terrifying maw opens around fangs as long as a tiger's, glittering with saliva. With shocking quickness the constricting coils around Areas release him suddenly and he drops down Kaliya's throat before the man has a chance to scream. Kaliya makes a single gulp around the fat bulge in a grotesque feeding display of Ares getting devoured alive.

Finally the spell of spectacle is broken as the people panic and start stampeding out of the circus. Suddenly more of the burly, pale workers appear among them guiding the flow, trying to stop the worst of the trampling and pandemonium. The ring is filled with 5 men and the ring master, making a show of conquering the man-eating monster and trying to save Ares. Yet they need not have strained their acting skills in such a way. The illusion had done much better than anticipated. Not a single patron stayed long enough to see Kaliya pushed into the shadows backstage.

#terato #monster lover #monster fucker #monster fluff #monsterfucker #fanfiction #the addams family

[mzsvelenaya]

A Sparxshipping Inspired song ? Really ?

Hey Winxers ! Today I was scrolling on the WinxClubRus VK to see fanart and cosplay. I don't understand the text but I don't care I just want to see pretty Winxy stuff One post was... different, their was a picture and a song

The picture :

Those two look like Bloom and Valtor during their 2nd meeting : on Andros (maybe the easier picture I had to search during my whole existence on internet)

Except the Wings and the pose, the two picture looks alike (I'm pretty surprise to see the accuracy of the hair) Bloom also seems to not have her tiara

The song :

EDIT 2 : This is the Remastered Song, from the single Чувства

I Copy-Past the text on Translate Google (my best friend during this research) and see it was about a song, about those two

My reaction was : "I'm pretty sure they overreact, it can't be the official Music group who post that song, it's surely a fanmade"

So.. Which music group am I talking about ? Its ЭКСТРЕННЫЙ ВЫЗОВ (meaning : Emergency Call)

EDIT : Now, the group name is EXTRENNA (I think the group change their name because it was difficult to find their song while searching Emergency Call Russia or Emergency Call July) The Group VK Page

Yeah, that's what is written on the picture The song is called Чувства (meaning : Feelings)

So, that's real but... We only have the picture which looks like Bloom and Valtor, but, Maybe the characters from the picture just... randomly look like them Miza continue her scolling on a VK page about a group I absolutely know anything Everytime I see the title, I Copy-Past in a automatic translator Some post below, I find a Text, without the song but I saw the title I'll share with you what the translator gave me

Translation of a text from the writer of the song

"I dedicated 'Feelings' to a man who doesn't exist." History of the song In the summer of 2022, Renata wrote the track "Feelings", which was included in the "Tautophone". 

(NB : the first version of the song was in this EP. The remastered version is in the Single Чувства)

This is a love song that everyone perceives differently. For some, this is a story about a difficult breakup, for someone about an abuser or unrequited love.

 “I think many children fell in love with Disney princes, specialists from the Winx or Caleb from W.I.T.C.H.. And I am no exception, so I dedicated the song to a fictional character. He cannot be called positive, in the animated series itself he was an antagonist, but I was hooked by the charisma, the stamina of the character of this hero, and of course the visual. I really liked him when I was in the 4th grade, and now, this summer I again wanted to revise my favorite animated series. You can love a person who does not reciprocate indefinitely, let alone a fictional character with whom there is no way to even meet. I reviewed a lot of art, comics, fanfiction with him, from which I began to like the hero even more. The result is a song. It may seem strange from the outside, but my desire to share my thoughts is stronger than the fear of rejection of my work. Everything in the song is quite abstract, so listeners will be able to interpret it in completely different ways. However, Winx connoisseurs will understand who this song is about. ”, Renata comments.

Well, an antagonist, Charismatic, from Winx How to be more obvious ? Especially when we have the Black and Red picture

The lyrics (translated in english)

Now i'll share the lyrics I find : Someone called Milena Daїanova post the lyrics in a comment on the VK Page of WinxClubRus

I'll never find thee Well, okay, the hell with thee Tears are running, but I'll wait Maybe a month or two The fire of hair and turquoise eyes Drive me crazy at night Purple smoke will envelop us And will cover the houses by fog

Our music of summer will not be repeated again But I'll still be waiting, waiting for thee until dawn

Feelings are drenched with sadness Empty in cold eyes His art is to make a person fall in love with himself so much and destroy Feelings are drenched with sadness Empty in cold eyes His art is to make a person fall in love with himself so much and destroy

This is the last story about love It will be forgotten as a sadness In the cold morning the fire will go out Turning our hearts into steel But I... but I... but I'm dying without thee But I... but I... but I'm dying without thee

Feelings are drenched with sadness Empty in cold eyes His art is to make a person fall in love with himself so much and destroy Feelings are drenched with sadness Empty in cold eyes His art is to make a person fall in love with himself so much and destroy Feelings are drenched with sadness Empty in cold eyes His art is to make a person fall in love with himself so much and destroy

I'm not really good to understand lyrics... I'm bad at it

But I think with this whole post it’s more undertandable

Translation of a comment from the song Writer : Renata Vafina

On WinxClubRus, there are 2 posts : The most recent, with the black and red picture (posted on february the 1st) The older (posted on january the 27th) On the oldest post, the writer of the song, Renata Vafina add an explanation :

This is the story of Bloom and Valtor in my interpretation (I think that Valtor definitely liked Bloom and this couple would be wonderful. In general, BLOOTOR VAN LOVE) The story is told from the perspective of a magician. The song describes his feelings during the final battle of season 3. There, the fairy defeated Valtor, destroyed his feelings (refused to join him) and himself (in the animated series they showed how he dies)

I reaaaaally like that Winx inspired song exist And I liked writing this

Last Edit : 06 August 2023

#winx club #winx bloom #winx valtor #winx sparxshipping #sparxshipping #blootor #bloom x valtor #song #song meaning #winx

[henryscomfort]

MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

A Red, White, and Royal Blue fanfiction

Adela always knew, that she wanted to pursue a political career thanks to her parents' example. She reassured that once her brother Alexander began to participate actively in her mother's presidential campaign. She was fourteen at the time.

When Ellen won her first elections, everything was filled with joy and pride. Her mother finally achieved her greatest goal, she was going to create a whole new country for her and most specifically, her children's generation. But that only made the responsibility become heavier not just for her, but also for her son and daughters.

Adela attended every public appearance with a light of joy and optimism within her. There was a natural charisma that only she could possess —and that was inculcated by her older brother—

But even with that naturalness and empathy, most people looked down at her and her father just because where they come from. All that struggle began in one of those etiquette events, where everyone started to whisper about her accent, or even gave her a despective look when she had the "nerve" to speak spanish to her sister June.

And there, she met William. The youngest prince of England.

He was born and raised with one single purpose in his life: the crown. William never got to experience what it was to have a normal childhood, he learned about the constitution before he even knew how to ride a bike. He learned what it costs to be royalty, no matter how hard his mother, Anne, tried to protect him from that pressure. Every attempt was a failure.

Untill one day, she died in a car accident with her sister-in-law, Princess Diana. That moment of his life froze his entire world, he lost the woman of his life and no one could get his pain. He was forced to mourn in silence. Even then, he was not alone. He had Beatrice, Henry, Shaan and most importantly, Arthur.

Little did he knew, that a couple years after Anne and Diana's passing, Arthur would be diagnosed with cancer. William kept a lot of questions for himself, knowing that Arthur did not deserved that at all. His life fully became hell the day he passed.

From that day on, he was completely sure about his life fully being a tragedy with no "promising future", as his grandfather king James, made him believe. His relationship with Phillip could hardly be conceived as healthy, since both princes were totally the opposite of each other, William gave his all as he tried to change that panorama. He realized, that trying to understand Phillip was like wiping out the mess of his royal ancestors:

Brutally impossible.

He would have given up if it weren't for Henry and Beatrice. He had to resist for the both of them.

How can two different lives intertwine as one?

Thanks to Alex and Henry.

The two were never able to get along thanks to a misunderstanding, such mistake lead them both to hate each other based on a unfortunate first impression.

It all happened in Prince Philip's wedding, just as the cake fell on Alex and Henry before hundreds of guests.

Adela was frightened, more than that, petrified. William was using all his strength not to burst into laughter. The rumours and scrutiny of the press, forced the royal house and the American government to take a course of action:

Make the people believe they were friends

Can a matter of state become something more?

#Spotify #alex and henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #henry fox mountchristen windsor #arthur fox #ellen claremont #june claremont diaz #oscar diaz #rafael luna #nora holleran #percy okonjo #kit connor #bailey bass #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb #rwrb fic recs #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fandom

[mdhwrites]

Honestly I’m also Kinda Sasha Waybright fan and personally She’s mostly one of the main reasons I wanted to finish Amphibia to it’s end.

To me she and Grime were kinda an inverse to Zuko and Iroh and sorta became one of my favorite Animated Duos. I enjoyed Anne but Sasha’s character arc and growth was SO INTERESTING TO ME!!

I also always saw Boscha as wasted potential really but I usually blame the Owl House’s cancellation most of the time. Honestly I kinda wanted Amity, Luz and Boscha to have been the show’s Girl Trio in my head. Mostly cause I was inspired by fanfiction.

*vibrates intensely* I... I kind of wonder if you actually know me and don't realize because as far as I understand, I'm the only Lumischa writer out there and one of the rare writers who tries to really do a lot with Boscha in a positive way. Regardless, as always, I did a stupidly long story called The Power of Love that focused on Amity, Luz and Boscha.

ANYWAYS, to the main thrust: Sasha and Anne are honestly the two who compete for the best character in Amphibia for me. Anne for just being so likable and having such a slow, complex but understated arc while Sasha has ALL THE CHARISMA and an extremely compelling arc in her own right. I do love you mentioning Grime and Sasha being a reverse Zuko/Iroh because there's a lot of truth to that.

In Avatar, Iroh was always the peace in Zuko's mind. The one pulling him away from war and more destructive methods. Ozai acted as a counter. Distant but so vividly powerful in Zuko's mind that it took literally an entire season for him to start breaking away from him, even longer to break entirely.

Grime on the other hand is the one whispering ambitions into Sasha's ear... But also only once Sasha has reignited the flames within Grime by showing that he's not at his pinnacle yet. So with their dynamic, you have the old dog learning new tricks to use and hurt people while Sasha is actually the constant who is goading Grime into doing worse and worse. Her own ambitions make the analogy not entirely work but the two are genuinely good for each other to push them to be better... But terrible for each other's morality. One adds the power of a manipulator, the other adds the calculus of war and cold, hard strategy. These aren't bad things to know of but dangerous for one another when taken too far.

Much like a balance wasn't struck immediately for Zuko though, Sasha's moral balance didn't start pressing on her right until S3. Anne was always her positive example after all but she never had the power or place within Sasha to change her. Not until Sasha gave her a reason to listen. As Grime's ambitions are tied to Sasha for having inspired him multiple times, when she changes, so does he. It's really interesting and genuinely complex and SO TASTY! AH!

Amphibia good and I really wish more people talked about just how good its arcs are instead of only ever giving that to TOH because *takes a sharp breath in* I have talked many a time before how the cracks in TOH's structure and writing go as far back as S1 and that the cancellation should not be blamed for its shortcomings for little is excused by it.

But that is a blog for another time. Or you can go back and try to find those old blogs about it (I have one literally titled why S3 could never have been great) and originally I wished luck on finding that but someone liked it so I could get a link easily. XD

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I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#amphibia #sasha waybright #grime

[xxsycamore]

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥… 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐝?!

╰┈➤ You help Rikai relieve sexual tension so he can function properly again. By giving him a handjob.

Kusanagi Rikai x Gender Neutral!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Masturbation; Boners; Resolved Sexual Tension; Embarrassment; Rikai is dying of embarrassment; Blushing; Sexual Inexperience; Virginity; Voyeurism; Hand Jobs; Holding Hands; Secret Crush; Praise Kink; Multiple Orgasm • wordcount: 3,307 • masterlist

a/n: Happy birthday to my favorite person in the world who wants to do unspeakable things to Rikai (i understand.)

It's an early morning… a damn early morning, making you want to scream at Rikai if he must always start his day that early. Even the sun is nowhere to be seen yet, and you wonder if it simply hasn't received Rikai's orders yet to rise and shine…

But it's more than alright with you; the dark blue of the sky that gradually bleeds into lighter hues is somewhat exciting with what is to come, moreso when you finally find yourself knocking on Rikai's bedroom door.

"Coming."

His reply is fast and clear and you bite back a chuckle at the thought of it slipping mechanically, not even a pause to wonder what could this be about, at such an early hour. Though you suppose he must be used to all things bizarre and unexpected in a house like this.

…Is what you'd say if you didn't know him and his ability to stress over the same things again and again.

"Why are you up so early? What's the matter?"

There's a genuine surprise on his features as he opens the door to find you on the other side, albeit still quick to invite you inside. His bed is already made. His morning toilette taken care of, as he's not only dressed for the day but also already equipped with his favorite whistle hanging from his long and elegant turtle-neck-clad nape, probably on his way to wake up the rest of the residents.

Well now, this would have to wait…

"Rikai-kun. I wanted to talk to you about something. In private."

"Now is a good time. It's a nice, sunny morning. It's good to clear things up at the beginning of the day so it can start without any issues. I'm listening."

Despite the barely hidden difficulties he experiences every time he has to look you in the eye, the gesture of adjusting his glasses does the trick to make him look presentable. Besides, he's always ready to cooperate.

"You know I appreciate how you keep everything here in check… even if you can be overbearing at times…"

"I'm afraid that's necessary, and you're well aware."

"… I was thinking that someone has to take care of you, the way you always take care of others."

Rikai produces a sharp sound of confusion that is followed by a brief pause. "Elaborate."

"Based on my observations, Rikai-kun, you are experiencing a lot of pent-up sexual tension."

"Huh?"

"Yes."

. . .

"w-w-w-w-W-W-W-W-WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??? DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?"

"Rikai-kun calm down, do YOU hear yourself?! At this rate you're going to end up waking everyone up and we won't be able to cure you of your sexual tension!"

"WHAT S-SEXUAL TENSION? WHAT S-S-SEXUAL TENSION? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AROUND AMAHIKO-SENSEI?"

"He has nothing to do with this! Although, I have to note, his profound insights did open my eyes to some of this… And you have to agree, as they say, that even a broken clock is right twice a day!"

He hates it, it's all in his twisted-in-panic expression. He hates that he finds truth in that phrase, the way you talk about this so nonchalantly like it's the most normal thing in the world, the way your frame blocks the door so he finds himself in a prison of his own making by having you where you are.

"Rikai-kun, your skin is all red… This too, is perhaps a sign that I'm right. I would appreciate it if you don’t make things worse by hiding your symptoms from me."

"STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS AS IF I'M GOING TO DIE! I'M PERFECTLY FINE, I DON'T FEEL ANY OF- WHAT YOU JUST-"

"Sexual tension."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"It's perfectly natural… but while it's natural, if you bottle it up… it indeed can be very bad for you. I do this out of genuine concern, you know! Dying is not off the table. At the very least, if you keep this up… you might explode."

Rikai's whole body shivers as if he just heard the blast in his head, and it makes him lose his balance. And ultimately, he falls down.

"R-Rikai-kun! Are you alright?!"

You immediately couch down to his level to check on him, and while it seems like his soul has already left his body, as soon as you put your hands on his shoulders to shake him back to consciousness, he tenses up and brings himself to a seating position on the ground.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, part relief, part disappointment. "Seriously… I thought we could rely on you for keeping everything in order, but you can't even keep your body in order…"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're hard, Rikai-kun."

It takes exactly two and a half seconds, and him looking down in pure disbelief, for the hysterical, high-pitched scream to fill the room and bounce off the walls once again. You clamp a hand on his mouth to muffle his scream, and he seems to only panic further because of your touch, so you hurry to remove it.

The betrayal of his own body drives him to madness, and nothing that leaves his mouth makes sense anymore. If you've ever heard someone keysmash with their voice, that must be it.

You sit back on your haunches, hands on your knees, waiting for him to calm down so you can remind about the seriousness of the situation. Though, you don’t exactly mind waiting when he's making those cute expressions. You'd normally feel bad about him going overdrive like that, but the blush on his face makes you enjoy this, instead. You're not sorry at all.

"It's early in the morning, isn't that right? You've just woken up so, it's quite normal for a healthy male like you to have a…morning wood… at this time of the day. Calm down already!"

"UNSPEAKABLE! OBSCENE! OUTRAGEOUS! …LEWD!"

Lewd…with the way he's trashing about on the floor, trying to cross his legs, or to hide his crouch with his hands instead, you're growing afraid of him contemplating to chop off his own dick if it refuses to comply with his principles. But you know just the way to deal with him.

"Surely you know what to do in this situation, right?"

"Absolutely. I'll go take an ice-cold shower and kindly ask you to forget that this ever happened."

"NO-"

"Now then, isn't it a good morning? I already wrote my goals for the day in calligraphy. It's a New Year's tradition that I've implemented in my daily routine for the bountiful results it provides in motivation for goal-persuading, so I thought I might do the same with performing misogi and letting the cold water cleanse me so I could start the day without those dirty, atrocious, dirty things occurring to mar the day. A cleansing of the body and the mind! Isn't that a great start to the day? It's important to start the day with a clear mind so you can focus on your goals and take on them with vigor and diligence. I'd advise you to do the same!"

"Rikai-kun PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!"

He's too far gone, going through all the stages of madness in the spawn of mere seconds, to the point where he doesn't even register the way you shake his shoulders once again. Your body involuntarily presses against him, and the tent of his trousers grazes against your leg. You quickly sit back on your haunches. "I'm sorry."

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

You were wondering when this comes. Puffing up his cheeks like a hamster, Rikai blows the whistle, even though you have already withdrawn from him. He doesn't remove the whistle from his mouth even after he ceases to produce that innerving sound, and you attempt to pick up your thought again where you left it.

"I'm afraid cold water wouldn't be enough for you to get rid of this, not to mention it's not good for you to deny your body's needs. Haven't you ever… jerked off?"

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Groaning, you tug on the whistle's string until it flies out of Rikai's parted lips, and you take hold of it. You come in closer again, close enough to catch it between your own lips, and you quickly blow it. PPPPPPPP

"There. You can do that again if you want to, but just so you know, that's going to be an indirect kiss."

Rikai is shocked, defeated, and disarmed. Additionally, he didn't faint at your question about pleasuring himself, surprisingly, thankfully, but it's only after a couple more seconds that he attempts to give you a reply, albeit a non-verbal one. It's negative.

Wow. How old is he again?

You sigh.

"I don’t wanna say this. But I have to say it. I'm disappointed in you, Rikai-kun. To think that someone like you would… drive your body to absolute disorder, refusing to acknowledge the most effective and rightful way to deal with one of its natural functions… it's not like you."

"I…I…I…I…I…"

"I'm not leaving until I make sure you've taken care of yourself, Rikai-oniisan!"

Crack.

You're not sure if you're imagining things or the last bits of Rikai's sanity just shattered to pieces. At first, you thought what you heard was his glasses cracking, perhaps the man in front of you reached the exact resonant frequency for them to shatter from his tormented wailings alone.

For a moment, the room is quiet. The approaching sunrise spilling through the windows begins to color every surface in a murky shade of florid violet. The blush on Rikai's face is more visible now, you can see how it spreads to his neck, to the tips of his ears. His lips twitch and he purses them as if fighting the words threatening to leave them. His eyes fall closed in inner conflict, and you indulge in the fleeting opportunity to admire his beautiful long lashes.

"I'm going to do this quickly."

You let out a small gasp, not believing your ears. You hurry to add, "And then we can go on with our beautiful new day!"

"…That's correct."

Rikai's chest visibly rises and falls, his body now almost frozen in comparison to its jerky movements just awhile ago. He lifts one hand and slowly crawls it across his stomach and down to his abdomen. A broken inhale falls from his mouth.

Your eyes are glued to his motions as he performs many false starts, backing down from coming into direct touch with his genitals. Even though he's still completely covered.

"It might be easier if you take it out, you know…"

"Nonsense. I can do it like this."

As if eager to prove his determination, Rikai's movements finally grow in braveness as the ball of his palm rolls down the prominent bulge in his white trousers. His slender, long legs part a little, making it evident that the tight clothing confides him in a rather uncomfortable manner, making a troubled sound rumble deep within his throat.

Your vision fills with lascivious, pink-tinted images of your sharehouse guardian of integrity cumming in his pants. A flame sparks to life inside you at the sheer thought of him becoming such a sorry sight, pathetic and helpless as he feeds his arousal mere crumbs of pleasure…and how they'd still be enough to get him off, because he never allowed himself that much. You want the sight of him in this very moment burned into your memory.

"Haah…"

It could be pure instinct now, the way he begins rubbing in earnest, motor activity that his brain simply cannot fight once it discovers the pleasure it brings. His beautiful, deft fingers squeeze and press into the hardness outlined by the thin fabric of his trousers, and you already imagine it stained, his cum soaking through.

You study Rikai's expression, and it's not a blissed-out one that will put you at ease that he's enjoying himself; you blame it on the massive embarrassment surging in him, but his furrowed brow and flaring nostrils tell you he's struggling.

"Is it… not enough, Rikai-kun?"

His eyes seem somehow unfocused as he snaps back to reality and looks at you; the rich blood-red color is now tainted with the shadow of lust, his common sense drowning somewhere inside them. Even in moments like those, he's able to recognize the rightfulness of things. The rightfulness of your guess.

"I s-suppose I can try to… inflict direct contact. I-If it will speed up the process."

You nod your head, urging him on. "I bet it will feel good."

"As long as it's enough for me to carry out the task."

Right, the task. With the same amount of diligence he puts into all his self-appointed duties, you watch Rikai put on a serious front as he begins to undo his belt. He does his best to remain as steady as possible, but the tremble of his hands is noticeable and it gets in the way. The strap comes off of the buckle and he lets it plop down, a second of indecisiveness before moving on to feel for his zipper.

"Close your eyes. Don't look. It's indecent."

Rikai gives you a command, or maybe a warning, you're not sure, but you already predicted this much.

"I think I'll live!"

"You're unbelievable! Don't blame me later if you find yourself haunted by the display."

Oh. Rikai has a very wrong idea about the source of your inability to get his cock out of your head. For his sake, you'll spare him the truth. Being this close to seeing him in his full stiff glory, you don't want to ruin the moment. You've actually wondered quite a few times before what he looks like down there.

The distinct noise of a zipper coming undone fills your ears, and you look down to see him put a hand into his pants, unmistakably grasping his firm erection and pulling it out of its confines. It puts your fantasies to shame, as your breath involuntarily hitches. His cock stands proudly with its significant length, rather on the slender side, with a vein running down the shaft. What grabs your attention though, is the bead of precum accumulated on the tip, and together with the flushed color of his complexion, it tells you volumes about how needy he is right now. He's practically aching for more, for a pleasing that counts.

"You have a beautiful cock, Rikai-kun…"

"DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS!"

"Alright, alright…! Aren't you barely holding off already? You look painfully hard…"

Rikai does all in his power to keep the groan from leaving his mouth, but it only proves your point. He knows he should move on and touch himself, laid bare for your eyes as he is. The conflict in his gaze is evident when he pulses with arousal without even feeling pleasure. You wonder if the scandalous deed excites him somewhere deep in his neurons, a feeling he'll never ever recognize much less confess about, but you're observant and that's already enough.

His bony yet skillful hand wraps itself around his hardness, a loose hold at first, a small twitching of his fingers indicating his newfound pleasure as he sucks on a breath. Even his fingernails are so Rikai-kun, neatly trimmed to a perfect oval shape…

Stroking his length slowly, it doesn't take long for Rikai to realize how much better it feels if he strengthens his grasp. The tightness of his fist feels good, and his mouth falls open.

"Ah…"

His movements are a little unprecise, and it's almost endearing to watch him struggle with doing something for a change. Biting on your bottom lip, you can't help it but extend another suggestion.

"Let me do it for you?"

"Nghh!" Rikai throws you a look of disbelief, but the neediness continues to lurk beneath it. He throws his head to the side, refusing to look straight at you anymore. His movements slow down and at last he unhands himself.

It's your cue. Crawling in closer between his legs, you find it a little hard to calm your racing heart. Clinging to the bits of confidence that drove you to where you are now, you concentrate on the need to do this for Rikai. To show him how to take care of himself.

His cock is warm and big in your hand when you wrap your fingers around it, and you realize how much it pulses with raw arousal. He must be begging for release now, even if he received so little attention… You begin to pump his cock with your hand, setting a somewhat slow but steady pace.

Rikai is… very vocal. He hides his mouth behind a hand, teeth sinking into the sleeve of his turtleneck, and yet his moans remain barely contained. He grunts and almost whimpers as you curl your hand around him while stroking for a better angle, eyes squeezed shut so he doesn't have to face the embarrassment of being serviced like this.

"T-This is- I'm gonna-"

It's no wonder he's fast to reach the point of no return, a slight panic in his tone at the lack of self-control. You stroke him faster now, assuring he'll reach an orgasm to remember for many nights to come.

You see his thighs slightly tremble and muscles tense up all over as he reaches the edge, and in the next second, he tips over it; the scene unfolding before you is absolutely sinful as you watch him come undone.

He's a mess; glasses askew on the bridge of his nose and moans escaping his glistening lips, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure; opening anew in the next second, pupils blown with lust as he barely registers the mess he's producing. His virile cum comes out thickly and plentifully, staining his clothes and your hand. You keep working him through his high with enthusiasm, catching yourself moan at the mere sight of him losing himself to the pleasure.

Giving his length one last stroke from bottom to top and squeezing the last drops of cum he has to offer, you rejoice in Rikai's heavy breathing. He's pressing his back fully against the wall now, and he's… beautiful like that; spent and lax, the crease of his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as he lacks the strength to maintain his frown, for once. Instead, bliss is written across his face.

Feeling giddy, your other hand makes its way to where his rests on the floor, and you intertwine your fingers with his.

"W-What are you…"

"Rikai-kun, don't tell me you're shy to hold hands with me… I just jerked you off!"

With a defeated and indeed flustered expression, Rikai furrows his brows once again, taking a deep, deep breath. He doesn't withdraw his hand, but his remains noticeably shaky.

You can't help but let out a small chuckle.

"That's it, you were so good… It wasn't so hard, see? I knew you could return order! You came so much… your body was so eager for release… but in the end, you did what was right. Of course you did. You're amazing, Rikai-oniisan!"

You make the mistake of keeping your hand where it remained during the round of praise, and to your horror… you feel Rikai hardening again in your grasp.

"R-R-Rikai-kun… likes praise…"

"W-W-W-WHAT, AGAIN?? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS BODY?"

Stunned for just a second, you quickly regain your composure and put on your serious tone once more.

"It appears that it wasn't enough, I'm afraid. We'll have to do it more!"

"MORE???? HOW MUCH MORE?"

"I don't know… until you're shooting blanks? And if the method becomes ineffective with time, we'll have to find other ways to get you off…"

"^%*&&G(##@$?@"

"Rikai-kun? RIKAI-KUN!!!! DON'T DIE ON ME NOW!! EVERYBODY WILL FIND YOUR BODY COVERED IN YOUR OWN CUM, THINK ABOUT IT PLEASE, RIKAI-KUN!"

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[sasaranurude]

I'm seriously obsessed with the depth to some of the characters in charisma house, not like their personality but the depth they have as pieces within the show structure. Saru is the rebel and his Thing is that he negates whatever he's told, but that's the surface level--and on another level, well, he's also the instigator of basically every single one of the show's more "serious" moments so far (to the point I've watched). He rebels against the show's own comedy genre to drive his own path independent of genre restrictions. Amahiko is just jokes about how he thinks every other character is sexy, sure, but so much about that seems like it's invoking fanfiction/doujin tropes and lampshading the kind of fandoms that these ikemen series try to court. Because, as he said, he has allies in the form of perverts all over the world--all the audience members watching who find the characters hot for their quirks, too, whom he broke the fourth wall and directly shouted out to, inviting the viewer to join in, in his charisma break episode. (And the host club episode.) Amahiko brings the horny doujin sensibility of fandom into the story to confront the characters directly. I'm sure there's more readings like this that could be done of the other characters (I have some thoughts on Fumiya but there's enough mystery around him that they aren't really well developed), but those are the ones that have stood out to me so far, and I love it. I like that Charisma House invites these kinds of readings.

#suchobabbles #'is it intentional tho' who cares

[tinylittleobsessions]

What if “House of the Dragon” characters took the MBTI test?

Call me obsessed, but a while ago I wrote a Tumblr post about what personality type would each Narcos: México character get on the MBTI test. I had a lot of fun doing that, so, as my obsession for the last few weeks has been House of the Dragon, I decided to do the same with it's characters.

If you don't know this test, it's a personality test based on a theory written by Carl Gustav Jung that divides people in 16 different types of personalities. The personalities are defined by different combinations of letters that represent specific aspects of our behaviour and way of thinking: "I" for "Introverted", for example, "T" for "Thinking", "J" for "Judging", and so it goes. This way, your result will be something like "ENTJ", or "ISFP".

This test is not universally accepted as scientific, true or correct, BUT, as in the case of zodiac signs, I think it's a lot of fun. 😆 If you don't know your MBTI yet, you can take the test here.

SO, wich MBTI profile would correspond to each House of the Dragon character? My "methodology" here was the following: I took every MBTI profile and thought about wich character it reminded me more of. A few of them were a bit... off: I couldn't really find any character that seemed like an obvious INTP or an obvious ISTP to me; and there were a few characters I could see in more than one profile (Rhaenyra, Daemon, Corlys, Viserys).

Also, though I read the book, I tried to think mostly about the series when writing this; as some characters are a bit different in each story (Alicent, for example, is two different characters for me, if I compare book-Alicent to TV-Alicent). And, OF COURSE, a bit of it was inspired by headcanon: I don’t think we have that much information about Jacaerys or Lucerys, for example, so I may have been kinda influenced by what I read in fanfiction.  😬😅

I have to say I LOVE character study and discussing character personalities in detail, that's why I love writing this kind of post. 😌 I don't mean hate to any of them, and that's okay if you don't agree with me, this is supposed to be just fun. Let's examine each one of them, shall we?

THE ARCHITECT (INTJ- INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING AND JUDGING) - Otto Hightower

(I think Larys Strong also belong in this personality type)

- Rational and quick-witted, they pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves - They aren't afraid to break the rules or risk disapproval - Want to be successful, not just inventive - Don't mind acting alone and prefer making decisions without asking for anyone else's input - Insight, logic, and willpower - May be cynical about human nature, assuming that most people are lazy, unimaginative, or simply doomed to mediocrity - Tend to prioritize rationality and success over politeness and pleasantries: they'd rather be right than popular - For these personalities, life is like a giant game of chess

THE LOGICIAN (INTP - INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING AND PROSPECTING) - Lucerys Velaryon

- People with this personality type hardly ever stop thinking: they often lose themselves in thought - Have a reputation for being pensive, detached, and a bit reserved - Tend to get tired out by extensive socializing - Can overthink even the smallest of decisions, having a tendency for anxiety - It's a bad idea to lie to them - Open-minded, curious, original and perfectionistic

THE COMMANDER (ENTJ - EXTRAVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING AND JUDGING) - Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Natural-born leaders - They embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal - Use their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they've set for themselves - They love a good challenge, big or small; and they firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal - Have a particular skill in recognizing the talents of others - Tend to be dominant, relentless, and unforgiving - "Fake it 'til you make it"

THE DEBATER (ENTP - EXTRAVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING AND PROSPECTING) - Daemon Targaeryen

- Quick-witted and audacious - They aren't afraid to disagree with the status quo: in fact, they're not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone - Known for their rebellious streak: no belief is too sacred to be questioned, no idea is too fundamental to be scrutinized, and no rule is too important to be broken - Knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor, they can be very entertaining - The ultimate devil's advocates - Take a certain pleasure in uncovering the value of underdogs and outliers - Original, energetic and charismatic

THE ADVOCATE (INFJ - INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, FEELING AND JUDGING) - Viserys Targaryen

- Success doesn't come from money or status but from seeking fulfillment and being a force for good in the world - They care about integrity, and are rarely satisfied until they've done what they know to be right - Move through life with a clear sense of their values, and aim never to lose sight of what truly matters (not according to other people or society, but according to their own wisdom and intuition) - Carry around a sense of being different from most people; they don't always fit in with those around them - They typically care more about altruism than personal gain; they aspire to fix society's deeper problems - Tend to act with great thought and care, and it can frustrate them when other people don't recognize their good intentions - Creative, insightful; sensitive to criticism

THE MEDIATOR (INFP - INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, FEELING AND PROSPECTING) - Helaena Targaryen

- They have vibrant, passionate inner lives: creative and imaginative, they happily lose themselves in daydreams, inventing all sorts of stories and conversations in their minds - Are known for their sensitivity: they can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them - Idealistic and empathetic, they long for deep, soulful relationships; but may sometimes feel lonely or invisible - Introspective to the core, they're exquisitely attuned to their own thoughts and feelings, but they yearn to understand the people around them as well - They are compassionate and nonjudgmental, always willing to hear another person's story - The troubles of the world weigh heavily on their shoulders, and these personalities can be vulnerable to internalizing other people's negative moods or mindsets - May reveal their innermost thoughts and secrets through art, metaphors and fictional characters - Generous and idealistic; emotionally vulnerable and self-isolating

THE PROTAGONIST (ENFJ - EXTRAVERTED, INTUITIVE, FEELING AND JUDGING) - Jacaerys Velaryon

(I don’t know, Jace just has this “big brother” energy to me 🤣)

- Thoughtful and idealistic, they strive to have a positive impact on other people and the world around them - Rarely shy away from an opportunity to do the right thing, even when doing so is far from easy - Tend to be vocal about their values, including authenticity and altruism - When something strikes them as unjust or wrong, they speak up - Are motivated by a sincere wish to do the right thing rather than a desire to manipulate or have power over other people - Reliable; lead by example

THE CAMPAIGNER (ENFP - EXTRAVERTED, INTUITIVE, FEELING AND PROSPECTING) - Corlys Velaryon

- True free spirits; they stand out in any crowd - Are devoted to enriching their relationships and their social lives - Independent and creative, they're always on the lookout for the magic and meaning in everyday life - Believe that everything (and everyone) is connected, and they live for the glimmers of insight that they can gain into these connections - Imagination, creativity, and curiosity - Can get restless and struggle with self-discipline and consistency - Will spend a lot of time exploring different relationships, feelings, and ideas before they find a path for their lives that feels right

THE LOGISTICIAN (ISTJ - INTROVERTED, OBSERVANT, THINKING AND JUDGING) - Rhaenys Targaeryen

- Pride themselves on their integrity - They mean what they say, and when they commit to doing something, they make sure to follow through - Have an ability to stay grounded and logical, even in the most stressful situations - Rarely hesitate to take responsibility for their actions and choices: they are quick to own up to their own mistakes, admitting the truth even if it doesn't make them look good - Might unfairly misjudge people who can't match their self-control, suspecting that someone is being lazy or dishonest when that person might actually be coping with other challenges. Even if they don't speak these judgments aloud, their disdain can come through regardless, earning them a reputation for being somewhat strict or unempathetic - Dedicated, responsible, and honest - May find themselves doing other people's work (and not getting credit for it) - Aren't known for expressing their emotions readily

THE DEFENDER (ISFJ - INTROVERTED, OBSERVANT, FEELING AND JUDGING) - Alicent Hightower

(I think that, in the books, Alicent is much more ambitious. In the series, however, everything she does seems influenced by her father; or else out of a sincere desire to protect their children. So I think she fits this profile)

- Devoted, people with this personality type feel a deep sense of responsibility to those around them, and rarely demand recognition for all that they do - Despite their reserve, they tend to have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships - May feel guilty or stressed when they contemplate changes (even necessary changes) to themselves, their relationships, or the way they've done things in the past - People with this personality type can be meticulous to the point of perfectionism: "good enough" is rarely good enough - They tend to underplay their accomplishments, but that doesn't mean that they don't enjoy recognition, or that they're fine with being taken for granted - Loyal, dedicated, thoughtful, observant and supportive - Repress their feelings and are reluctant to change

THE EXECUTIVE (ESTJ - EXTRAVERTED, OBSERVANT, THINKING AND JUDGING) - Erryk Cargyll

- Representatives of tradition and order - Embracing the values of honesty, dedication and dignity, they happily lead the way on difficult paths - Demonstrate dedication and purposeful honesty, and an utter rejection of laziness and cheating - Even against heavy resistance, they stick to their principles and are more than willing to dive into the most challenging projects - Always meet their promises - Loyal, patient and reliable

THE CONSUL (ESFJ - EXTRAVERTED, OBSERVANT, FEELING AND JUDGING) - Laenor Velaryon

- Generous and reliable, they believe in the power of hospitality and good manners - Have a talent for making the people in their lives feel supported, cared for, and secure - Take seriously their responsibilities to give back, serve others, and do the right thing - Supportive and loyal, they build lasting relationships and can be counted on to show up whenever a helping hand is needed - Outgoing, they can always be spotted at a party - Sensitive, warm - Vulnerable to criticism and often too needy

THE VIRTUOSO (ISTP - INTROVERTED, OBSERVANT, THINKING AND PROSPECTING) - Harwin Strong

- Natural makers, moving from project to project, learning from their environment as they go - Love to explore with their hands and their eyes - Cool rationalism and spirited curiosity - Explore ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error and first-hand experience - Enjoy lending a hand and sharing their experience, especially with the people they care about - Friendly but private; calm but spontaneous - Their decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness - Struggle with boundaries and guidelines, preferring the freedom to move about and color outside the lines if they need to

THE ADVENTURER (ISFP - INTROVERTED, OBSERVANT, FEELING AND PROSPECTING) - Laena Velaryon

- Are true artists, although not necessarily in the conventional sense: for this personality type, life itself is a canvas for self-expression - Driven by curiosity and eager to try new things - Have exploratory spirits and ability to find joy in everyday life - Unassuming and humble - Embrace a flexible, adaptable approach to life: they take each day as it comes, doing what feels right to them in the moment - Tolerant and open-minded - They are arm, friendly, and caring, taking wholehearted enjoyment in the company of their nearest and deares - Live in the present, and they know that they do'’t need to dwell on past hurts or frustrations - It can upset them if they don't feel liked, approved of, or appreciated

THE ENTREPRENEUR (ESTP - EXTRAVERTED, OBSERVANT, THINKING AND PROSPECTING) - Aemond Targaeryen

- They keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is: or better yet, to just go out and do it - They have a unique skill in noticing small changes: a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style, a broken habit. People with this personality type pick up on hidden thoughts and motives and use these observations immediately, calling out the change and asking questions, often with little regard for sensitivity - Leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go: they live in the moment and dive into the action - Are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior - It makes more sense to use their own moral compass than someone else's: rules were made to be broken - May get too caught in the moment and take things too far (or forget to take care of their own health and safety) - Love to be the center of attention - Enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure - Bold, direct and original; impatient, defiant and risk-prone

THE ENTERTAINER (ESFP - EXTRAVERTED, OBSERVANT, FEELING AND PROSPECTING) - Aegon Targaryen

- Utterly social, they enjoy the simplest things, and there's no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends - May get caught up in the excitement of the moment (and want everyone else to feel that way, too) - They love the spotlight, and all the world's a stage - Though it may not always seem like it, they know that it's not all about them: they are observant, and very sensitive to others' emotions - If the problem is about them, they are more likely to avoid a conflict altogether than to address it head-on - Are often so focused on immediate pleasures that they neglect the duties and responsibilities that make those luxuries possible: they are more focused on leaping at opportunities than in planning out long-term goals - Complex analysis, repetitive tasks, and matching statistics to real consequences are not easy activities for them - Recognize value and quality - Unfocused and easily bored

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[bkwormkate]

Longmire: Unresolved

From Longmire | S06E02 - Fever 

Fanfiction snippet of something I’m working on ... No copyright infringement intended. 

.... Beyond her thoughts she heard gravel crunching. The eventual knock at the door broke her reverie. 

Cady opened the door with some surprise. “Hi, Dad.” 

Walt Longmire, Sheriff of Absaroka county and general pain in her neck, stood on the porch of her Reservation Attorney office. 

He was not a nuisance by merely being the sheriff, but because he had a tendency to do things in his own way, which was to say “the right way according to Walt Longmire”. She was rather sick of it, truth be told, as both his daughter and his lawyer. 

He had an old-fashioned, cowboy charisma that she used to love as a young girl, but now made her second guess her understanding of rural, small-town America. Did all sheriffs make personal vendettas and run the town as if rules only applied to some people?

Cady mentally shook her head and forced a smile. 

“Hi.” Walt pointed at the sign for her office. “Got a new sign.” 

It was more of a statement than a question, and Cady felt her irritation begin to pool in the bottom of her stomach. Obviously it’s new, Dad. “Yeah.” 

“Can I come in?” Walt asked, gesturing behind her to the makeshift office. 

Cady clasped her hands in an effort to steel herself. “Well, I was just about to go see Henry at the hospital.” Her godfather was often preferable to her own father in many ways - a thought which gave her a pang of guilt. 

She had to be strong in these moments and not give him an inch. She remained in the doorway. He had done much to apologise for, and she saw no need to sully the space she’d created for herself through his deafening silence of zero remorse. “So…”

“Well, he checked out.” 

“Oh.” She felt her resolve beginning to thin, so tried another smile. “How is he?” 

“He’s better,” Walt said enigmatically.

She nodded. “Good.” She noticed the stakes in his hands, but as the silence ticked over a few more seconds, she felt compelled to ask: “Did you need something?”

Walt seemed to recognise the challenge. He looked down at the stakes and then back up at her. He said slowly, “Have you ever been to Nighthorse’s house?” 

And all at once Cady felt like she was sixteen again … having to face questions about where she had been and who she had been with … She crossed her arms as her irritation rose. 

“Yes. I have.” An unbidden image of Jacob Nighthorse flashed in her mind, and a pleasant feeling fluttered through her middle. She tried to keep any emotion from her face.

If he only knew half of it …

....

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[wandaswifeyforlifey]

okay so since florence is in NY rn with zach i had an idea

florence runs into the reader and it’s all kinda awkward/cute cause their relationship was never official or really got to anyone but they both knew that they were in love each other.

and they probably make plans to go out to dinner or for some coffee or just a walk and zach gets jealous about it. (ofc not making him a bad person, ik he’s a good guy, it would be just for the sake of the story)

p.s: sorry if this idea sucks 🥲

A/n: This idea is amazing! But I think my writing get pretty shit in this one so I'm really sorry 😬 but (maybe) enjoy!

Ship: Florence Pugh x Reader

Warnings: Noneeee

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You and Florence had always had this chemistry and charisma between the two of you. You had met on the set of a movie you were filming together and since then you’d been inseparable. You could bounce off of each other in interviews and your acting was perfect when in a scene together. It was as if you made each other a better person. It didn’t take long for you to move into a house together in London and those were some of the best years of your life. That chemistry soon turned to a romance between the two of you. Nothing was official or released to the press but rumours of a relationship began to spread like a wildfire through the public. There were fan accounts dedicated to you both, fanfiction about you, people editing secret glances and smirks between you.

You weren’t sure how but soon after, Florence moved out and to America. The texts became less frequent, calling went from once every other day to maybe every month until you lost all contact with one another. It didn’t particularly hurt you because you knew that it sometimes went like that but you wish it hadn’t gone like that between the two of you. It took you a while to process this too, once you realised it was happening of course, but afterwards you never really thought about it too much.

Until, as fate would have it, you were forced to think about it again when you saw that sweet, joyful face on the street in New York. Before you knew it, you had crossed the road and walked up to her, waving your hand high.

“Florence! How’ve you been?” you shouted. Her face seemed to light up when she saw you. Heat rose in her cheeks as you drew attention to yourselves.

“Hey, Y/n. Jeez, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” she smiled.

“It really has. I haven’t seen you since, well, since you moved out I guess…” you feared that the awkward silence would come along, so you quickly changed the subject, “So! How’ve you been doing?”

“I’ve been good, I’ve been good. Well, I can afford an apartment in New York so there’s a start!” she laughed before continuing, “I’ve got myself a boyfriend too, we live there together and my career seems to be going pretty well, to be honest. I’m feeling good. Really good.”

You felt guilty for feeling jealous but you still did anyway. You weren’t jealous of her success, no. You were jealous of her boyfriend. It pained you to see her so happy without you. And you wanted to be happy for her, you really did! But you couldn’t.

“It’s been so good seeing you again after so long but I need to dash off. I promised I’d be home before 6 for dinner but maybe you could join us? Of course, if you have plans then that’s fine I just-” Florence said before you interrupted.

“I’d love to!” you responded without hesitation.

On the way to the apartment, you decided to take the prettiest route you knew. You showed her the hidden gems of New York until you arrived at the building. It was much more elegant than you had expected, with gold coating the edges of the gate and the clean white marble accents on the main building. It was perfect.

Flo walked you up to her apartment and as you came in you smelt one of the warmest, tastiest smells you could remember. It brought you back to Sunday’s when you and Florence were living together and she would have her usual roast. The highlight of your week was the roast potatoes with carrots, peas, Yorkshire puddings and the crisp, brown chicken for the two of you.

But the sound of a male voice snapped you back to reality. Her boyfriend, of course. He must have been following the recipe she always did but you knew it wouldn’t taste the same. Luckily, you seemed to arrive just as he was setting the table.

“Hey, sweetie! And hey…?” he paused, waiting for you to tell him your name.

“Y/n. My name’s Y/n,” you finished his sentence.

“You know Y/n, I’ve talked about her tons,” Florence added. Heat rose in your cheeks as you realised she never forgot about you.

“Well, you’ve come at the perfect time. I was just finishing up so if you both take a seat I’ll bring through everything and we can start eating,” you nodded in agreement and sat down.

“So, what’ve you been up to, Y/n?” she asked while laying her napkin on her lap.

“Ooh, well, I’ve been in a few plays in The West End and recently started working on a movie which brought me over here. It’s been quite hectic but in a good way, I guess. I’ve seen that you’ve been busy! I loved Little Women and Midsommar but I haven’t watched Black Widow yet, I meant to back at home.” you said.

“Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that you enjoyed them. Really,” she replied with complete sincerity. You looked in each other’s eyes and you admired the hazel colour, it always had a way of calming you down and giving you this feeling of euphoria.

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