hi! lemme first introduce myself. my name's bebot and pls dni if you're racist or homophobic! also, don't read some of my works if you're not 18+! 🤭💗 btw, here's my kofi if u guys want to drop some for ya girl 🙈
anyway, here's the masterlist for my works:
various chara:
sex tape gone viral! ( part 1 / part 2 / part 3)
michael kaiser:
michael kaiser with his childhood friend! reader
part 1 | part 2 (n$fw) | part 3 (n$fw)
nagi seishiro
friends with benefits! (n$fw)
shidou ryusei
shidou with a good girl! reader
part 1 (n$fw) | part 2
girly sleepovers w/ shidou (n$fw)
reo mikage
reo mikage falling in love with a sex worker! reader (n$fw + angst)
Ghost's reaction to Filipino parties (self-indulgent because I'm Filo🇵🇭) /Ghost with a Filo!S/O who dragged him in one of their family parties—
Impressed with the amount of food on the table. One of your titas look at his plate and feels as if he was too shy to get more, she tells him not to be shy, and to take more food because he was "huge". You'll have to tell him that titos and titas would appreciate it if he took more. He's probably going to say something like, "Your family got enough food to feed the whole army, love". And by the time the desserts were pulled out, he's already full.
Lechon— unlike others who cringe at the sight of lechon, Ghost would probably act more nonchalant about it (he was a butcher at some point), but would probably be a little shocked that even the face/head/tail would be eaten. You ask him to try the ears. And he does. Shocked that it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Probably loves red horse. The flavor feels a little stronger than the usual beer from the pub but he likes it. You ask him to drink it after tasting a spoonful of sisig? He loves it even more.
Impressed by the fact that most people can sing. Karaoke is taken seriously. Your titos, titas, and cousins try to make him sing, but he didn't want to. He insists he's fine just listening to everybody. Probably loves it when the titos sing something from guns n roses or queen.
Would have little flashbacks seeing your little cousins play with pabitin. He's basically seeing how you probably mostly spent your childhood in this party. Maybe if he spent a little joy like this in his childhood, he would be able to be a little more happy like how you are.
Probably a little shock once the titas hand him at least 5-6 tupperwares of food 😂 "I already ate too much earlier and they still want us to bring some home?" You tell him to not refuse, they might think that you don't like their food. Ghost just nods, carrying the 5 tupperwares toppled against each other. "I guess this food is enough for the whole week, aye?"
Overall? He's probably a little overstimulated from all the fiasco (karaoke ft. your cousins would probably try to ask him to carry them, or even try to play with him), but he comes home full with even more food for the next few days. you ask him to rate the whole party? He'd say: "Around 8/10 love. The food was amazing, just wish your cousins weren't hugging on my legs asking to be carried. Felt like attending a concert with free buffet too"
Thanks for reading :33 these are my 5 am thoughts btw
this genuinely makes me so mad. some of you really don’t deserve fanfics. at all.
comment like this, besides the ai witch hunt, is one of the reasons why fanfic writers don’t want to post their fics anymore.
we write for free. whenever we can. whenever we have time. whenever we’re not too exhausted by life and responsibilities. we write for our own enjoyment. as a hobby. not a job. we update whenever we can. whenever we want. we do not owe anybody anything.
one of my favorite fics was updated after literal 13 years. but the point is that fanfic writers do not owe you anything. whether a fic was abandoned forever or updated after a decade or two is not something you as a stranger has a say in.
stop being entitled. stop treating fanfic writer as a content farm or a machine that produces contents for your enjoyment.
we’re not your employees. we’re not your slaves. we’re kind enough to share what we write for our own enjoyment with you for free. so either respect and appreciate us or be quiet.
some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.
some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free
“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.
you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.
Would face time ALOT when he's away for a game,both to talk to you and to his kid.
Would always bring gifts for his kid if he was away for a long time or souvenir.
Probably the "cool" dad,so whenever you say no to something the kids immediately ask him instead.
Doesn’t post his kid's face online at all,not until they're atleast 5 and if they're ok with it.
Calls them words of endearment such as "princess" if they're a girl or "champion" if it's a boy.
LOVES when his kid comes running to him after he comes back home from practice(or from anywhere in general)to give him a hug.
Very supportive father,will support àd encourage their kids in whatever field they want to pursue (whether it's in sports or else)
Would be somewhat strict when it comes to their nutrition,would make sure they eat good healthy meals and only let them eat fastfood once a week.
Loves it alot whenever his kids boast about him being the "best striker in the world",and the fact his kids will mention him everytime they are asked about their favorite football player.
Would be suprisngly at doing his kids hair(you cannot convince me otherwise) and would style it often.
Would occasionally take his kids with him on a run if they ever wanna come along.
i get so emotional every time i think about fanfic culture. it's just so beautiful that people are writing and anonymously posting these thousand-word stories about characters we all love and not even getting any money or public fame from it. it's literally just for the love of the game.
shout out to everyone who participates in fanfic culture, be it reading or writing fanfics. you are contributing to such a lovely thing <3
Just for us, okay? | sex tapes | BLLK boys and how they would lull you into making porn
Kaiser💋, Rin, Sae
• Kaiser would look at you with those pretty eyes and a soft smirk, while you'd be beneath him, completely wrecked. calfs on his shoulders pussy drooling all over his cock and thighs, and mind absolutley clouded by the sins he had been committing on you.
• "Baby, you look so good right now, don't you want me to record it?", he'd ask in that sweet voice of his, as if he was the kindest little angel of all time, like he would do you a favor by recording your utterly pathetic state.
• "Re-record m-m-me?", you, who had been ravished for the past hour, would of course not be able to think straight, ready to let him do whatever he wanted, because of how cockdrunk you were. "Yes, baby, just for us" He'd lean forward, to grab his phone form the nightstand, chest hovering right above your face, letting you smell his sweat mixed with his expensive cologne, that stuck onto his skin. I'd completely lose yourself in his manly scent and cum in an instant, squirting all over him again.
• "That was fucking hot, Püppi, now do it again on camera", he'd say, pointing it right at your dripping cunt.
• Rin would not even fucking ask. Why the fuck would he? He always got what he wanted and right now, he wanted to have something to touch himself to when he got home.
• Also he was pretty sure, you wouldn't have any problem with it, because of how obsessed you were ever over him. He could've literally slapped you and you still wouldn't have left him and that's what he loved about you the most.
• Your legs would be closed around his hips, as he'd pound into you like a man possessed, destroying your cunt and leaving everything around that area a mess aswell.
• "Rinnie- ngh- couldn't you slow down.. please? " "Shut up" , he'd growl, pace picking up and feeling himself getting closer to his climax with every brutal bump his tip would make against your cervix. He'd grab your face, his thumb pressing in one cheek, while all the other fingers pressed into the other one, leaving your mouth open for him. He'd let out a blob of spit right into your open mouth, while still merciless fucking into you.
• Of fucking course you'd swallow it like a good girl, while simultaneously clamping down on him and grinding against his hips. "You like it when I spit in your mouth?" "Yes, daddy" "Then say thank you"
• You'd be crying and whining, while thanking him after every blob of spit he'd let into your mouth, absolutley oblivious to the camera that was propped up on your desk, capturing everything he did to you.
• Sae wouldn't bother to ask neither. But other than Rin, he'd actually have an excuse. He doesn't see you as often as he wants and needs, so he'd just decide to give himself a little gift before flying off.
• He had you on all fours, just how he liked it, with your back arched, face down, ass up.
• His soft thrust and your fat slapping against his hips filled your shared bedroom, alongside your absolutley hot moans. "Fuck yeah, keep those sounds up for me", he'd groan, camera only recording your ass and bits of your back, without your face being seen.
• His fingers would dig into the skin, fat spilling between it and slender digits leaving marks on your curves. You are so perfect.
• "Sae, I-i am cumming", you'd stutter, arching more and pressing your ass flush against his hips to get him deep into you "Wait, I am cumming with you", whimpered.
• Sae is a big fan of kissing while cumming, so everytime he'd cum, he'd lean down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. The camera capturing perfectly how your tongues disgustingly messed with each other, saliva dripping down your mouth corners, while Sae dominated you completely.
Idkkkk if this is a flop or nah, but let's see, MAYBE I am doing a pt. 2
Oh yeah also sorry if the Rin part was cringe idk but I just felt like calling him Daddy 🤷♀️
I recently got into Chiikawa and I've been a Jojo fan for many years, so I decided to draw the characters in Chiikawa dressed as Steel Ball Run characters, hope you like it!
so back in my day, shit was called lemon instead of smut. and we read on wattpad, deviantart, and fanficition(.)net. tumblr wasn't famous for fanfics yet 😂😚
the sae hc i read somewhere on tiktok or here, i cant remember, lwk got stuck in my head for a really long time now
"sae has a Filipino partner and visited the Philippines for the first time" he was surprised at how things work in the Philippines, especially with the hospitality. the hc mentioned sae would probably like the beaches here (Boracay is one of them cuz that one's a famous tourist spot but I feel like he'd try and visit the Hundred Islands)
I think the hc also mentioned that he also tried riding tricycles and jeepneys for the first time and complained about the heat (he's lwk amused cuz ppl here would still wear layered clothing even if it's hot) and why ppl still drank warm coffee with the insane heat (cuz that's real, i am ppl!!)
but overall, sae enjoyed the visitation cuz he got to learn his partner's tradition and seeing them happy
“𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚”
a/n: i wrote about it bc some of my mooties are filipino and love sae so this is perfect <3
also creds to the person who wrote those headcanons!!!
ac goes to ciao3030
sae itoshi barely sweat. not on the field, not under pressure, not even when the entire stadium held its breath for him.
and yet here he was, standing in the middle of the ninoy aquino international airport, already loosening the collar of the damn humidity.
“it’s… warm,” he says flatly, like he’s trying not to insult your entire country in one sentence.
you snort, grabbing his hand before he can reconsider his life choices. “you’re gonna love it here.”
he glances at you, unimpressed. “that sounded like a threat.”
it starts with your family.
actually, no. it attacks with your family.
before sae can even process what’s happening, he’s being ushered into your house, greeted by at least 15 relatives he has never met, but who apparently already love him. there are hands everywhere – pulling him to sit, pushing food toward him, patting his shoulder like he just came back from war.
“eat, eat!” your aunty insists, already piling rice onto his plate.
“i just–”
“you’re too skinny,” another relative says, shaking their head like it’s a personal failure.
sae looks at you. you’re smiling like this is completely normal.
he exhales quietly. “i see.”
5 minutes later, he’s eating.
10 minutes later, he’s still eating.
20 minutes later, he’s staring at his plate with no thoughts left.
“they won’t stop unless you finish,” you whisper, way too amused.
“this… this might be psychological warfare.”
the next day, you take him out.
“we’re not using a car?” he asks, eyeing the street.
“nope.”
and that’s how jeepney becomes his new enemy.
he sits stiffly, knees slightly cramped, surrounded by people like it’s the most normal thing in the world. the air is hot, the metal seats are warm, and someone just passed coins forward with a casual “bayad po.”
sae watches the entire system happen with quiet intensity.
“there’s a method to this chaos,” he mutters.
you grin. “see? you’re learning.”
“i didn’t say i like it though.”
but he doesn’t complain when you hop onto a tricycle next.
he does, however, stare at the tiny sidecar.
“i’m expected to fit in that…?”
“you’re tall. you’ll manage.”
he does not, in fact, manage.
his knees are practically at his chest, his expression unreadable, but definitely judgmental, and you’re laughing so hard you have to hold onto him for balance.
“if i fall out,” he says calmly, “i’m blaming you.”
the heat becomes his personal rival.
“why are they wearing hoodies?” he asks one afternoon, watching someone walk by in layered clothing like they’re immune to the sun.
you shrug. “fashion.”
“they’re stronger than me...”
and then there’s the coffee.
he watches you sip your hot coffee under the blazing sun like you’ve lost all sense of survival instinct.
“you chose this?” he asks. “deliberately?”
“it’s comforting.”
he stares at your cup, then at you.
“you’re interesting.”
which, coming from sae, is basically a love confession.
but the beaches?
that’s where he goes quiet.
you take him to boracay first, the white sand soft under his feet, the water so clear it almost looks unreal. he stands there for a moment, ocean breeze brushing through his hair, eyes scanning the horizon like he’s memorizing it.
“this is nice,” he admits.
you blink. “that’s it?”
“it’s very nice.”
high praise.
later in the week, you visit hundred islands national park, hopping between islands, your laughter echoing across the water. sae watches you more than the scenery – how you light up, how you move like this place is a part of you.
and maybe that’s what gets him.
not the beaches, not the food, not even the chaos of jeepneys and tricycles.
it’s you.
you, in your element. you, glowing under the sun. you, happy in a way he doesn’t always get to see.
he steps closer, fingers brushing yours before intertwining them like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“you like it here?” you ask, tilting your head.
he looks at you, then at everything around you.
“yeah,” he says simply.
a pause.
“i understand you better now.”
your chest does that stupid little flutter thing.
“and?”
he squeezes your hand, just slightly.
“i like you even more.”
that’s when you decide – yeah.
maybe bringing sae itoshi to the philippines was your best idea yet.
