Hi, I’m Rue. I’m 28 and my pronouns are she/her. I love talking about my favorite characters, my selfships and your selfships! My inbox is always open!
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And what kind of watches do you think he would have?
I think you're so good knowing what his aesthetic taste would be
Thank you so much for asking, this has been rattling around in my brain for so long and I appreciate you so so so much for giving me the opportunity to talk about his cars and watches. I'll start with cars first because hnnng I love them.
Overall, I think his choice in cars would be very refined. He has a nice collection of modern cars and old cars, but I think that his taste is definitely less angular and more soft edges. Someone told him once that the curves of a car are meant to mimic the curves of one's lover and that stuck with him.
1956 Ferrari 250 GT Berlinetta — $9,000,000 — Beautiful curves, the round headlights, the slope to the back, they all drew him in. This is his self-indulgent car, the one he drives to brunch and when he needs to feel better about himself.
1962-4 Ferrari 250 GTO — upwards of $80,000,000 — Kisaki is a Ferrari man (I've decided it) and this is one of the most sought after Ferraris. This car set records for being one of the most expensive cars sold at auction and you can bet your ass it was to him.
1970 Lamborghini Miura P400 S — $1,500,000 — A classic Lamborghini with nice body lines, and I love the idea that he is a little obsessed with the color gold so this one is a no brainer.
2010 Audi R8 V10 — $170,000 — Is it selfish of me to give him one of my favorite cars? Maybe but I am and there's nothing you can do to stop me. He bought it the first day it came out and loves it to death.
2018 Ferrari 812 Superfast — $340,000 — Ferrari man. The body lines, the grill: it reeks of sex appeal. This car actually makes my brain short circuit a bit, and the idea of him getting out of it is too much.
2021 Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300 — $4,100,000 — Hot boy shit. Like truly. It's a Bugatti, what more do I need to say? It's hot, it's fast, like my brain is turning to mush.
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2018 Maserati GranTurismo — $134,000 — This car is probably one of the least “flashy” in terms of sports cars but it's the one that he uses for everyday tasks or for driving to the airport. You know, just your everyday car that costs as much as a small house.
Mercedes G-Class SUV — $166,000 — They are hot but also every rich person probably has one and he does too. This is how he gets around when he has a driver.
And shout out to any Koenigsegg because he would absolutely have one but I couldn't choose!
As for watches, I think he has a plethora, my personal views probably played into this a lot because I am not the biggest fan of silver, but Kisaki’s style is very timeless so I think that these are all very good options for him.
Breitling Navitimer 1 Automatic 38 — $6,140 — The cream face and gold accents would match pretty much anything and he loves the way that the cluttered lines draw your eye to the bare center.
Jaquet Droz Grande Seconde Moon 43mm — $28,900 — The use of the negative space draws in your eyes to the stunning blue of the moonphase, and the gold embellishments really make it pop.
Rolex Sky Dweller 42mm — $57,500 — There had to be at least one Rolex on this list right? The black band and face of the watch have such a nice contrast against his skin. This is probably his go-to for business meetings.
Jaquet Droz Magic Lotus Automation — $210,000 — This beautiful piece is the most special to him because it's the one he wears on dates with you. It's gotten its most uses for Sunday brunches and visits to the Ashikaga Flower Park to see the large wisteria tree.
Breguet Marine Chronograph Mens — $298,000 — The diamonds… this classic silver and black piece is what he always wears to galas and events. It also looks the best when he wipes blood off of it.
Breguet Marie-Antoinette N°1160 — $1,200,000 — I don't think this watch is actually for sale, but I don't care. It's a replica of a watch that was made for Marie Antoinette that was lost to time, but it's super complicated and he would love to have it.
Kisaki would love his partner sitting on his face. He would eat their pussy like he wants to consume every inch of them as if he's never going to eat again. He would try not to come from their moaning and shaking but it would be hard. His ego inflates from the fact that it's him giving his partner such earth shattering pleasure.
I've kept this ask for so long. But you're right. I have nothing to add. 10/10.
before the door of your apartment even locks, you know he’s there.
there’s always been an unnatural draw between the two of you, something no one else could quite understand, whether it was your parents, your friends or other loved ones; a string between you two that despite how frayed and tortured it became over time, would not completely snap.
it’s times like this you wish to be free from him, and yet you wonder - if you were to sever this cord, which one of you would perish? him or you?
you take your time, steeling yourself against whatever words he has prepared to attempt to win you over again. they never fall on deaf ears, although you wish they would.
manjiro sits in your bedroom, waiting, as though he belongs there, as though he has always been there, part and parcel with the walls, the ceilings, the floors, even the rent. his presence was once something that energized you, and there was a time, when young and carefree and innocently in love, you would have rushed into his arms and held him tight...
but tonight, his presence brings you not dread, but a feeling more akin to morbid curiosity. what is it this time?
“mikey?” you ask, but the lilt in your voice is barely there. not enough for it to be a question, but too much for it to be a simple statement of fact.
he smiles, and it’s not the same warm smile of your teen years, but you can tell he’s doing the best for you, reminding you of the mikey you once loved to death.
“did you miss me?” he asks.
“no.”
your voice is flat as you set your keys on your end table. he doesn’t shift from his position on your bed, ankles crossed and phone in his lap, but he does glance at you.
“you’re lying.”
you run a hand through your hair and turn to face him. they say lovers learn to resemble each other over time - your face is as neutral as his is, and you watch each other carefully, as though taunting the other to move first.
“believe what you want,” you reply. you disappear into the bathroom to wash your hands, then make your way to the kitchen. there are leftovers from the night before that you planned on heating up, and perhaps sharing with your cat. however, the traitor now jumps into manjiro’s lap and nestles himself, and manjiro looks at you triumphantly.
more for you.
“you should leave him,” mikey says, and you roll your eyes. it starts off this way usually, and sometimes he’s successful with his line of conversation, with you giving in and giving him the best pussy he’s had in his life. sometimes you feel bad for him, the way he shakes and moans and prays your name over and over again, that the miserable woman who thinks she has his heart perhaps doesn’t deserve this treatment.
and yet you don’t care, because he’s told her and she won’t listen.
“you should leave her,” you say nonetheless.
“i have. she doesn’t listen.”
“and yet you indulge her,” you retort.
you’ve already failed at throwing mikey out. he sits at your table, eating bites off of your fork and you look at him somewhere between disgust and apathy.
“i can’t force a woman to love herself,” he shrugs.
he’s right. you frown, then pull your plate closer to yourself. he frowns deeper.
“i’ve already said it and proven it to her, and yet she thinks the more she cooks and cleans and cries, the more i’ll fall in love with her. or perhaps she gets off on the idea of suffering for love?” mikey says.
“stop,” you insist.
“why would i refuse to be doted on?” he asks. “you won’t do it for me.”
you raise your eyebrow and he looks away, embarrassed. you wonder if he ever bends to his current partner’s whims. he did for you and continues to.
“you’re using her.”
“come back to me and i’ll stop.”
you grimace.
“i’ll pass.”
“then i won’t release her.”
you glance at him and shake your head. you wonder for a moment what it would be like, to be in her place, desperate to be loved.
“what does this have to do with me?” you ask, but you can tell by the intensity in manjiro’s eyes that it does have everything to do with you.
if you were a kinder woman, perhaps you’d find some complicated go-between, a way to make his new love (if you can call her that) find a way to understand herself and her station in life. you’ve been in this deep once.
perhaps that’s an overstatement. you have too much self-respect for yourself.
but regardless, when you think about it, she’d always thought she’d won. loudmouthed and haughty when it came to you, asserting herself where she needed not to.
so let her believe so. ignorance is bliss.
and you can provide bliss for her as much as you do him.
Stop this is so fucking good. I love it so much. Thank you eaM 🥺
When Izana walks up to you, black heels clicking against the marble floor of his office, you know that the spot you have taken on the ground is a good one. You know that most people, including you, should have to look up to him because his place should always be above you.
You let him rest the tip of his shoes against your chest, standing on one leg for a bit, watching the way your breast struggles against the fabric of your dress. Then he pushes you onto your back, increasing the pressure against your chest until your hands reach for his ankles and you gasp.
Izana smiles at you, a demented smile but one you adore deeply. You know he likes having you like this, at his mercy and you do too. So when he takes off his shoe and throws it to the side before running up his toes against your neck and jaw, you lay still, but he knows you crave more.
“Let me worship you, sir,” you say and he chuckles but allows you that, nonetheless, sticking his toes in your open mouth.
As anticipated, you start sucking on them immediately, taking your time to taste each of them with your tongue. You are absolutely disgusting, Izana thinks without hiding his fascination. You run up the tip of your tongue against the soles of his foot slowly, kissing and sucking with the type of adoration that terrifies many.
“I’ll do the other one, sir,” you tell, Izana and he lets you play with his other foot.
He knows that after that when his fingers slide in between your legs, you will be soaking wet. Barely containing your excitement already. Truly a disgusting thing he loves, he reminds you and you agree, kissing up to his ankles. Nonetheless, this is the kind of adoration he desires.
summary: now that the school year is done and you are no longer the teacher to dynamight’s child you'll finally have the chance to be together.
cw: dilf bakugou, teacher reader, pining
a/n: i wrote this a while ago and just never posted. oops. enjoy :)
minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content
You stand by the side of the stage, watching the children you've been teaching for the last year receive their diplomas one by one.
Sure, it's only kindergarten graduation, but this is a big step for them!
You've made it through your first year of teaching: a whole year of screaming, fights, and snot-nosed little, rich brats thinking that they are better than you. Well… almost all of them.
Bakugou Hideo was your saving grace this year. A perfect angel of a student, especially considering his father’s loud and boastful persona. Who would have thought that a man who seems so brash and angry would have a son who followed every rule, did all his homework, and even helped clean up the classroom during recess?
Maybe it was the fact that you got to know Hideo before you ever met the pro-hero, but as soon as you laid eyes on Dynamight, you couldn't stop the hammering of your heart in your chest. Watching his gruff expression morph into a soft smile for his son would melt your heart until every part of you was dripping.
After all the one-on-one parent-teacher conferences, caring emails about Hideo’s progress, and handwritten written letters sent home, you’ve built up quite a rapport with Mr. Bakugou.
But there's one thing standing in the way of your progress.
His wife.
You see her face in the news more than you see his, because of course, she just has to be a hero too. Everything about her radiates an annoying air of confidence. When she appears in interviews she knows exactly what to say, exactly who to schmooze, and frankly, you're sick of her.
Who cares if she's the number ten hero? It's not like she is number two, like dreamy Dynamight. She's just a double-digit loser.
She's never once come to a school pick-up, never shown her face at the parent-teacher meetings for bettering the classroom. She really is the worst pro-hero parent you've ever seen.
On top of that, you bet that she doesn't even have any time for her own husband. How would she be able to please him when she spends all her time away from home? He’s a big strong man with needs that you're sure aren't being met by the likes of her. He needs someone who can match him sexually, who is willing to submit to his every wish and desire. Someone a little younger who can show him all the things that he's missing.
He needs someone like you who will cater to his every whim. You'd treat him right: make his breakfast in the morning, make his dinner before he gets home, all while taking perfect care of his kids.
You're already close to Hideo, it wouldn't be hard at all to make the transition from teacher to mother.
You giggle to yourself at the thought of waking up this hulking man with your mouth wrapped around his cock, only to kiss his son on the head an hour later when you set his breakfast down on the table. That’s the dream.
After all, this plan of yours is one of the reasons you decided to become a kindergarten teacher. What better way to meet an attractive, upstanding man than to find one already with a brat to take care of?
The final child accepts their diploma and, after a few final remarks, the gremlins are instructed to move their little tassel from one side of their pint-sized caps to the other. All of the kids have a smile on their faces, but one is outshining the others. Your favorite little boy Hideo.
His smile is so big and bright, and he's waving so hard with both of his hands that they look like they might fly right off into the crowd of parents.
You follow his line of sight and you're met with a sight that makes your stomach turn.
There she is, the mother to Dynamight’s child. She looks perfectly rushed; her hair is only a little out of place, the bag on her shoulder looks like it might slip at any second, and her perfectly perfect smile is only a little off kilter due to her panting breath.
Dynamight kisses her temple, surely an act for their child, and in return, she whispers something in his ear that makes his face sour.
Of course, she would show up late and ruin his mood. Today is supposed to be about Hideo, not about whatever problems she's bringing here.
The kids file off the stage one by one and down the stairs into the crowd of proud parents. Your eyes follow your favorite student as he jumps happily into his father's arms.
When the last student leaves the stage, you are joined by your fellow teachers who happily wave to their students. They make small talk amongst themselves, talking about how proud they are of their kids but it goes in one ear and out the other. You've always felt like an outsider to their little circle, but that's fine. You never planned on being here long anyways.
With the best warm smile, you can muster plastered on your face, you excuse yourself and head into the crowd. You wave and make pleasantries as you pass your other students, but you keep your eyes trained on the Bakugous’.
You see Hideo’s smile when Bakugou tosses him in the air and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making the boy giggle in his hold. That’s the moment when Dynamight’s eyes land on yours. The air between you feels electrified, and you can feel your heartbeat in tandem with his.
His expression shifts as he hands Hideo off to his wife, whispering in her ear while keeping his eyes glued on you. You’ve almost reached them when he ruffles Hideo’s hair, lips still moving until a scowl appears on the soon-to-be ex-wife’s face. She turns on her heels and walks out of the auditorium with Hideo.
Finally, he's come to his senses, kicking her to the curb where she belongs.
You're just a few steps away from your future. Don't be nervous, stand tall and smile, you remind yourself. You wipe your sweaty hands on your pants before extending your hand to him for a handshake.
“Mr. Bakugou, I wanted to tell you that it was an honor to have—”
“It’s Mr. Dynamight to you.” He looks down at your hand but doesn’t reach for it. “We aren't close.”
You let your hand fall to your side as your mind races. “You're right, I’m so sorry, Mr. Dynamight. I just wanted to say that it was such an honor to have Hideo in my class. He was—”
“I know what you've been trying to do.” He steps closer to you and, the anger in his voice grows with each word. “You're not as slick as you think you are. Your disgusting perfume-scented letters littered with innuendos and shittily drawn hearts couldn’t impress a two-year-old. And you think you have a chance with me? You? Grow the fuck up.”
Your face burns and you can feel the entire weight of the auditorium's gaze. All of his attention is on you but you can't even meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet while you get scolded like a child.
“And have fun looking for a new job. I’ve already reported you to the administration,” he continues, his eyes hardening. “I better not ever see your fucking face ever again or else you're going to have more problems than just your job.”
Wait—he reported you… your mouth runs dry when he walks away from you. This can't be happening.
Hideo and Mrs. Bakugou are standing in the doorway with the head of the school district, and as Dynamight joins them, Hideo practically leaps into his arms.
summary: now that the school year is done and you are no longer the teacher to dynamight’s child you'll finally have the chance to be together.
cw: dilf bakugou, teacher reader, pining
a/n: i wrote this a while ago and just never posted. oops. enjoy :)
minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content
You stand by the side of the stage, watching the children you've been teaching for the last year receive their diplomas one by one.
Sure, it's only kindergarten graduation, but this is a big step for them!
You've made it through your first year of teaching: a whole year of screaming, fights, and snot-nosed little, rich brats thinking that they are better than you. Well… almost all of them.
Bakugou Hideo was your saving grace this year. A perfect angel of a student, especially considering his father’s loud and boastful persona. Who would have thought that a man who seems so brash and angry would have a son who followed every rule, did all his homework, and even helped clean up the classroom during recess?
Maybe it was the fact that you got to know Hideo before you ever met the pro-hero, but as soon as you laid eyes on Dynamight, you couldn't stop the hammering of your heart in your chest. Watching his gruff expression morph into a soft smile for his son would melt your heart until every part of you was dripping.
After all the one-on-one parent-teacher conferences, caring emails about Hideo’s progress, and handwritten written letters sent home, you’ve built up quite a rapport with Mr. Bakugou.
But there's one thing standing in the way of your progress.
His wife.
You see her face in the news more than you see his, because of course, she just has to be a hero too. Everything about her radiates an annoying air of confidence. When she appears in interviews she knows exactly what to say, exactly who to schmooze, and frankly, you're sick of her.
Who cares if she's the number ten hero? It's not like she is number two, like dreamy Dynamight. She's just a double-digit loser.
She's never once come to a school pick-up, never shown her face at the parent-teacher meetings for bettering the classroom. She really is the worst pro-hero parent you've ever seen.
On top of that, you bet that she doesn't even have any time for her own husband. How would she be able to please him when she spends all her time away from home? He’s a big strong man with needs that you're sure aren't being met by the likes of her. He needs someone who can match him sexually, who is willing to submit to his every wish and desire. Someone a little younger who can show him all the things that he's missing.
He needs someone like you who will cater to his every whim. You'd treat him right: make his breakfast in the morning, make his dinner before he gets home, all while taking perfect care of his kids.
You're already close to Hideo, it wouldn't be hard at all to make the transition from teacher to mother.
You giggle to yourself at the thought of waking up this hulking man with your mouth wrapped around his cock, only to kiss his son on the head an hour later when you set his breakfast down on the table. That’s the dream.
After all, this plan of yours is one of the reasons you decided to become a kindergarten teacher. What better way to meet an attractive, upstanding man than to find one already with a brat to take care of?
The final child accepts their diploma and, after a few final remarks, the gremlins are instructed to move their little tassel from one side of their pint-sized caps to the other. All of the kids have a smile on their faces, but one is outshining the others. Your favorite little boy Hideo.
His smile is so big and bright, and he's waving so hard with both of his hands that they look like they might fly right off into the crowd of parents.
You follow his line of sight and you're met with a sight that makes your stomach turn.
There she is, the mother to Dynamight’s child. She looks perfectly rushed; her hair is only a little out of place, the bag on her shoulder looks like it might slip at any second, and her perfectly perfect smile is only a little off kilter due to her panting breath.
Dynamight kisses her temple, surely an act for their child, and in return, she whispers something in his ear that makes his face sour.
Of course, she would show up late and ruin his mood. Today is supposed to be about Hideo, not about whatever problems she's bringing here.
The kids file off the stage one by one and down the stairs into the crowd of proud parents. Your eyes follow your favorite student as he jumps happily into his father's arms.
When the last student leaves the stage, you are joined by your fellow teachers who happily wave to their students. They make small talk amongst themselves, talking about how proud they are of their kids but it goes in one ear and out the other. You've always felt like an outsider to their little circle, but that's fine. You never planned on being here long anyways.
With the best warm smile, you can muster plastered on your face, you excuse yourself and head into the crowd. You wave and make pleasantries as you pass your other students, but you keep your eyes trained on the Bakugous’.
You see Hideo’s smile when Bakugou tosses him in the air and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making the boy giggle in his hold. That’s the moment when Dynamight’s eyes land on yours. The air between you feels electrified, and you can feel your heartbeat in tandem with his.
His expression shifts as he hands Hideo off to his wife, whispering in her ear while keeping his eyes glued on you. You’ve almost reached them when he ruffles Hideo’s hair, lips still moving until a scowl appears on the soon-to-be ex-wife’s face. She turns on her heels and walks out of the auditorium with Hideo.
Finally, he's come to his senses, kicking her to the curb where she belongs.
You're just a few steps away from your future. Don't be nervous, stand tall and smile, you remind yourself. You wipe your sweaty hands on your pants before extending your hand to him for a handshake.
“Mr. Bakugou, I wanted to tell you that it was an honor to have—”
“It’s Mr. Dynamight to you.” He looks down at your hand but doesn’t reach for it. “We aren't close.”
You let your hand fall to your side as your mind races. “You're right, I’m so sorry, Mr. Dynamight. I just wanted to say that it was such an honor to have Hideo in my class. He was—”
“I know what you've been trying to do.” He steps closer to you and, the anger in his voice grows with each word. “You're not as slick as you think you are. Your disgusting perfume-scented letters littered with innuendos and shittily drawn hearts couldn’t impress a two-year-old. And you think you have a chance with me? You? Grow the fuck up.”
Your face burns and you can feel the entire weight of the auditorium's gaze. All of his attention is on you but you can't even meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet while you get scolded like a child.
“And have fun looking for a new job. I’ve already reported you to the administration,” he continues, his eyes hardening. “I better not ever see your fucking face ever again or else you're going to have more problems than just your job.”
Wait—he reported you… your mouth runs dry when he walks away from you. This can't be happening.
Hideo and Mrs. Bakugou are standing in the doorway with the head of the school district, and as Dynamight joins them, Hideo practically leaps into his arms.
Rue I was wondering about your self ship with Kisaki <3 is he especially romantic or more laid back? he seems like the type to spoil you ! also do you have any particular cute petnames for each other?
Omg hi gray!!!! These questions are so good sjsjdjf
I think that Kisaki is a secret romantic!! He puts in a lot of effort behind the scenes to make it seem effortless, but he really wants to make me feel special. He definitely spoils me more than he should! I think it's safe to say that I want for nothing ahskdjf
Omg nick names tho skfkfk. I don't think we'd have anything that far out there. He probably called me princess, darling, or sweetheart. Sweetheart is the one that he saves for being more derogatory. It rolls off his tounge with a devilish curl at the end. As for him, I think he really likes it when I call him by his name. He doesn't like to be addressed as Tetta by anyone else. But I will call him baby when I'm trying to get something from him.
