#BEan always on da mind

[zerothisnero]

Ghhhh B.E.N not knowing what the feeling of love is and shit is always on my mind. Mf would not know how to the identify any feelings or emotions they got going on.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 11

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Wednesday Morning

“This is fucking nuts” Kiyana muttered as she placed her head in her hands. Her house was in absolute chaos this morning. Kairo was teething so he was grumpier than normal and Kamari and Kaiden were upset that their dad wasn’t there.  Since Josh was getting more popular within the WWE Universe, he was starting to get requested to do more WWE Live tours.   He had left Monday night for the UK while he did tell the boys that he wouldn’t be home until Friday, it must’ve slipped their tiny minds. 

Kamari and Kaiden  had rushed down the stairs after brushing their teeth only to find the downstairs guest bedroom empty. Kiyna watched with bated breath as their little feet ran into the kitchen, their little faces scrunched up in confusion, looking exactly like carbon copies of their father. Kamari looked towards the glass sliding doors, his eyes widening as if he had a eureka moment and dashed towards the door, pushing the curtain out the way only to let out a sigh of frustration as he saw the backyard was empty too. Kamari then turned and looked at Kiyana. 

“Where’s my dad?” He muttered and he walked over to the table to sit down next to his baby brother, who was in the high chair starting to get fussy again as he chewed on his hand..” Kiyana sighed and grabbed both of their plates off the kitchen counter and brought it over to the table. Once she sat the plates down Kaiden, who had been sulkily looking out of the glass  door, came over and sat down so he could eat. 

“He’s still on the road, Bean.” Kiyana said softly. 

“What! Who's gonna take me to school?”   Kamari, dropped his fork and folded his arms over his chest with a scowl that could rival his fathers. While Kamari was sulking, Kaiden started to cry. Kaiden’s crying was like a domino effect. Kaiden’s crying had triggered Kairo and he started wailing, reaching his arms out for his momma and while Kamari was usually her tough child, she even saw a couple of tears slip down his cheeks.

Kiyana sighed before scooping Kairo out of his highchair and grabbing one of her dining room chairs and moving it between her two older boys and pulling them into her lap comfortably. She quickly pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Josh who responded almost immediately. 

To -  Boys Dad: Hey, are you busy?  From - Boys Dad: For you never  Incoming FaceTime Call from BOYS DAD 

Kiyana answered and the smile that was on Josh’s face quickly dropped. “Aye, what's with all the tears?” All three boys immediately looked towards the phone at the sound of their dads voice. “Wassup y’all?” 

“Who's gonna take me to school?” Kamari repeated his question from earlier, taking the phone out of Kiyana’s hand and holding it himself. 

“Grandma’ is coming to take you. We had this conversation Monday night, Bean. remember at dinner?”  Josh let out a sigh when his sons continued to cry. “I’m sorry. I’ll be home Friday night okay.”  She watched as her boys' tear-streaked faces softened slightly upon hearing their dad's reassurance. “And we can do whatever y’all want to do. Y’all got me for three whole days before I have to leave again.” 

Kamari and Kaiden reluctantly nodded their heads, their crying had eased up. “Alright y’all finish breakfast before Grandma gets here.” Kiyana said softly, pressing a kiss on Kamari and Kaiden’s heads. The boys nodded and blew their dad kisses before getting off of their mothers lap and eating their -now cold pancakes. 

Kiyana took Kairo upstairs to get him dressed so he could go with her mother as well. She was still on the phone with Josh who bit his lip as he looked at her through the screen. “What?” She asked after placing Kairo in his crib with some toys so she could find him an outfit. She set the phone up to where as though she didn’t have to hold it. 

“I feel like shit now, Key.” His voice came through the phone. 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit Josh.” She shot back defensively. “I just thought them seeing you would calm them down and it did.”  She grabbed Kairo a couple of outfits out of his closet and started packing his diaper bag. She heard Josh smack his teeth. 

“I’m not blaming you, Kiyana damn. I'm just saying I feel like shit because I know they’re used to seeing me there on Wednesdays.” Kiyana sighed and picked up Kairo and brought him over to the changing table so she could start getting him dressed. “I miss them like crazy.” 

“They miss you too..” 

“What about you? Do you miss me?”  Kiyana sighed and tried to fight the smile from coming on her face. Something happened between them on Monday night. She didn’t know if it was just her emotions running on high or the fact that she actually missed him but she actually initiated the kiss between them. She was the one to pull him closer to her and he was the one who stopped it from going to far.

“You alright?” Josh asked her as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes dropping down to her ass that was encased in a pair of tight black biker shorts.  Kiyana nodded as she finished loading the dishwasher.

“Yeah, I'm just exhausted. The boys sleeping?” 

“Yeah, they rocked.” He laughed and walked closer to her leaning his hip against the counter so he was facing her. “You not mad at me right?” 

“No, I'm not mad at you. I’m just..” She sighed and shrugged, “I just don’t wanna lose my job over this.” She whispered and Josh nodded, now feeling guilty for losing his temper earlier. 

“He put his hands on you Kiyana. He needed to be dealt with.” Kiyana felt the tear slip down her face and before she could wipe it away, Josh stepped closer to her and cupped her cheeks in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.” 

"I know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I never wanted you to get involved."

Josh shook his head gently, his eyes locked on hers. "Kiyana, divorced or not, you're still important to me. And I wasn't about to let that bitch put his hands on you.” Kiyana sucked in a deep breath and she stood there, staring into Josh’s eyes. Josh’s eyes dropped down to her lips. 

Kiyana felt her heart rate spike and before she knew it, she was leaning up on her tippy toes connecting her lips to his. Kiyana and Josh both moaned into the kiss as it deepened. Josh gripped the back of thighs and lifted her up, placing her on the counter without breaking their kiss. 

Josh’s hands roamed over Kiyana’s body, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she arched into him. Their kiss deepened even further, as she opened her legs wider and started to pull his shirt over his head. He broke the kiss so he could take his shirt off. 

“Wait,” He panted out as she pulled him back towards her. “Key, wait.” He muttered as she started kissing on his neck. “Key, fuck.” He muttered out as she moaned into his skin when she started to grind her hips against his erection. He placed his hands on her hips, using all of his strength to stop her from grinding on him. “I don’t want you to regret this when you wake up in the morning.” He grunted out as he pushed himself away from her. 

She nodded her head, her eyes glistening with a mix of desire and disappointment. She took a deep breath, steadying herself on the counter. "You're right," she whispered, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

“You aint got nothing to be sorry for Key.” He grabbed his shirt off the kitchen floor and put it back on before looking down at his watch and cursing. “Fuck, I gotta go finish packing.” She nodded and hopped off the counter and followed him to the front door.  “I’ll see you on Friday okay.” 

“Key, you still with me?” She jumped as she heard Josh’s voice call out to her. As she looked over at the phone she could see the hickey that she left on his neck. “Kiyana?” 

“Yeah I'm still here.” She whispered, licking her lips. “And Yes, I do miss you.” 

“Good, because I miss you too.” 

Kiyana kept her head down as she went to the nurses station, ignoring the stares of her co-workers who had undoubtedly heard about the ass whooping Josh put on Elijah. 

“Don’t yall have work to do?” Debra asked, startling the two nurses who were staring at Kiyana and whispering back and forth with each other. “Go on, shoo.” She said, motioning them along with a roll of her eyes. “They acting like they never seen someone get their ass whooped before. How was your two days off?” 

Kiyana chucked and swiveled her chair so she was facing Debra. “It was cool.  Felt like old times again, just me and my boys.” 

“And Josh?” Debra asked, being her nosey self and Kiyana bit her lip and shrugged.  

“I mean he was there too. The boys wouldn’t let him leave.” Debra let out a ‘hmm’ and Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows. “What?” 

“I’m just saying, it was hella cute how he went after Dr. Daniels for you.” 

“Ms Deb…” Key trailed off with a roll of her eyes. 

“And Seeing y’all standing next to each other.” She whistled and flagged herself with her hand. “Y’all one hot couple.” 

“That got a divorce for a reason..” 

Debra raised an eyebrow, sensing Kiyana's discomfort. "I get it, I get it," she said, her voice softening. "But seriously though, it must've been nice having some time off with your boys. You needed that."

“Yeah I really did.” She whispered, biting her lip as another flash of her and Josh kissing popped in her head. 

Kiyana went through the rest of the day thinking about Josh; she had to stop herself from texting him about six different times. Instead she texted Samara who called her and literally laughed on the phone. Kiyana had hung up on her… she was not in the mood. 

As she walked back towards her station after her lunch break she was floored to see a beautiful bouquet waiting near where she normally sat. Debra gave her a teasing smile and nodded her head towards the card. Kiyana rolled her eyes and picked the card up, her heart hammering in her chest as she started to read it.

I can’t apologize enough for what I did to you, to us. But being with you the other day, I realized how much I fucked up and I hope you can find it in you to give me a chance to fix everything. Ps. sorry us Fatu men keep giving you a hard time.  Love Josh 

soooo.. what do you guys think? Y'all thonk Kiyana is gonna forgive him for the afffair? Or y'all think she just gone use him to get her rocks off lol?

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[y13evie]

hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!

ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33

clear your mind

omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job

the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.

“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.

“appendicitis?”

“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”

god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.

to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.

“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.

“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.

you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.

“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.

“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.

the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.

“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.

“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.

you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.

“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.

“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.

when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.

“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“what?”

“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.

your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.

“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”

“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.

“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.

you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.

“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.

he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.

“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.

you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.

as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.

“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.

his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.

james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.

james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.

“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”

before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.

[creativesnek]

The Chat really loves Bowser

Luigi sat by his desk, getting his cameras and headphones ready for a live stream. The soft glow of the studio lights illuminated the room, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. His heart with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration as he prepared to connect with his audience.

As he adjusted the angle of his cameras, Luigi couldn't help but reflect on how far he had come. What started as a simple hobby had now transformed into a full-fledged career. His passion for gaming and technology had propelled him into the world of live streaming, where he could share his experiences and connect with like-minded individuals from all corners of the globe.

He still can’t believe he acquired such a huge fanbase.  A lot of people seemed to like his personality and actually liked his commentary; even his videos on mushroom foraging garnered thousands of views within the hour. It made Luigi very proud of himself; plus, his interactions with his fans have been nothing but enjoyable. 

The door to his room opened. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Bowser. The red-haired Koopa stepped into his room, then kissed his forehead. “I’m going to go pick up Junior,” he said. 

“Okay, be safe!”

He reached up and scratched his chin, earning some happy chirps from him before he walked out again. Luigi smiled softly at his boyfriend’s retreating back before returning to his previous activities. As soon as he sat down, he switched into his streamer mode. The screens came to life and the cameras started recording. Luigi grinned, “Welcome back everybody! Tis I, WeegeBoard9000!” he said while laughing. The chat immediately started rolling with comments as people greeted him and made donations.

With a swift motion, Luigi's fingers danced across the keyboard, skillfully navigating through the game menus. As the game loaded, he took a moment to acknowledge some of the comments popping up on the screen.

"Hey WeegeBoard9000! Long time no see!" one viewer exclaimed.

"Luigi, you're my favorite streamer! Can't wait to see what you have in store for us today!" another chimed in.

*Peach_hime donated 30 bits! Hi, Weeg! Gimme ten minutes and I’ll hop on.*

“Ew, the gamer twink’s back.” said the very obvious account of Wario.

Luigi sneakily kicked him out before moving on with his stream. He delved into the game, he skillfully maneuvered through its challenges while simultaneously keeping an eye on the chat. He responded to questions, shared tips and tricks with fellow gamers, and engaged in lighthearted banter with his audience.

*King donated 2500 bits! Stay hydrated darling ;)*

Ohh~ his highness has made an appearance!

Man, i wish i had a stream daddy 😔

Where iz this mf getting so much coin??!

Comments of similar caliber followed. Luigi tried to hide his blush, recognizing his boyfriend’s account. Bowser always makes it a personal mission to donate something during his streams. Luigi couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest as he read the comments praising Bowser's generosity. It was moments like these that reminded him why he fell in love with Bowser in the first place. Despite his tough exterior, Bowser had a heart of gold.

*prince donated 100 bits! HiWEEGIE!”

OMG IT’S DA BOIIII

The lil man’s here too

Baby boi, protecc the bean

Luigi chuckled and thanked Junior for the donation; he probably asked his dad to donate for him too. With the chat taken care of for a bit, the streamer continued his game for several hours, tuning out the outside world.

.

.

.

The stream was in full-swing now as Luigi and a few online friends were collecting items to fight a boss. Luigi was so engrossed with preparations that he didn’t hear the noise of the front door opening or the familiar pitter patter of feet on the wooden floor. The door opened a bit as Junior yelled a greeting before closing the door. The man glanced back at the noise, smiled, then proceeded with the game. 

Without him noticing, Bowser went into his room. At the sight of him, the chat went absolutely ballistic. 

HELLO???

Hunk alert, hello🥵

NO SHELL? FOR FREE??

Ayo, who dat 🫦

Luigi glanced at the last comment then swiveled his chair around; Bowser wrapped his bulky arms around him and kissed the top of his head. “Dinner’s gonna be ready in a few minutes, so don’t stay too long,” he whispered into his hair. Luigi’s face and ears reddened at the gesture, considering Bowser was, in fact, shell-less and basically pulled his face into his chest. He thinks he replied… Probably. The donations going off was what called his attention.

DILF 🥵

Muscle man and he cooks? Luigi, bag him.

dilfdilfdilf

Weeg has that unspoken rizz

Luigi looked up. “Whoa, whoa. Calm down everybody,”

His subscribers didn’t listen, sending many sporadic comments and blush-inducing questions. The donation bell kept blowing up.

*BooKing donated 500 bits! Luigi, u have all of dat to urself?!*

*BadBitchPrincess donated 1500 bits! L ultimate rizzlord😌*

Can he come back pls?

Bring back the dilf, ty.

Glory o glory, what a helluva way to die 🫡

🫡

Luigi nervously snorted and pulled his hat over his head, giving up on taking back control. Guess the chat really likes Bowser.

[yakuzacanons]

Hi!! Can we have a continuation of "How They Would Confess Their Feelings To You" hcs? With Ichiban & co, Watase and Kashiwagi? Thanks!

Brain go brrrr yea, we can do dis chief. Includes da girlies also cuz I am realizing I do NOT write for them much?!

Kasuga Ichiban: "Listen, I just wanted to say... that I really like you! And you mean a lot to me!"

Hands sweaty moms spaghetti, he is. Nervous wreck long before he actually works his way up to confessing. The thought of having a crush on you is enough to make him sweat.

Is he asking Adachi and Nanba for advice? Yes. Is he taking it? Hell nah, it just makes him more stressed. Feels like his head is spinning after hearing all they had to say.

In the end, he just quite literally spills the beans after hanging out with you and once he starts he just cannot seem to stop! Ironic given how hard it was for him to start in the first place.

Nanba Yu: "Hey, look, I get it if you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to know... you're really special to me."

It's ironic that he gives Ichiban dating advice given that Nanba has been a bachelor for quite some time. He's also pretty calculated and takes into careful consideration whether or not a relationship would even be viable so if he's confessing, it's quite serious.

Might consult with Ichiban or Adachi about it but mostly keeps it close to his chest. Good at hiding it in front of you so it might feel like it's coming out of nowhere but trust me, it's been on his mind for a while.

He's pretty candid and straightforward. Through the years, he's learned beating around the bush gets you nowhere. He'll likely just pull you aside, no fancy date or hangout required, and just tell you privately how he feels.

Adachi Koichi: "You really changed my life, you know that? Thank you."

With Adachi, it's less of a confession and more of an appreciation of who you are. At his age and given his track record, he's kind of resigned to living the single life and the older he gets, the less he gets his hopes up for things to get serious.

Having said that, he does still want to stress just how impactful you've been on his life. Like Ichiban does with all his friends, Adachi feels you deserve your praises to be sung.

It's not something he really plans on. He'll just blurt it out in the middle of any old conversation, maybe at a bar. If you ask him for clarification or to elaborate, that's where he starts choking up. Be nice to him.

Mukoda Saeko: "Ah, you know I wouldn't normally say this but... I like you, heh."

Little miss independent will not confess easily, let me tell you. She's got an awful lot on her plate right now and potentially changing the situation between you two is not necessarily low priority but more so another thing she doesn't need to stress about.

Honestly, you may have to get her a bit drunk for this to come out. Or at the very least, she may feel she needs a touch of liquid courage to get it all out there.

Saeko keeps it short and sweet. Ironically, despite her bold personality, she gets super shy after and insists you don't give her an answer until you've had time to think it over.

Tianyou Zhao: "Ahh, you've really gone and turned my life upside down, you know? But that's okay. I like that about you."

Sly as ever, Zhao is similar to Saeko in that it takes a lot to get him to confess. Only difference is he's more perceptive than Saeko. He can sniff out pretty quick how you feel about him.

Having said that, chances of him confessing are greatly increased if he thinks or knows you would reciprocate. His playful side gets in the way though as it becomes a cat and mouse game of who gives in first: you or him.

When it eventually turns out to be him, it'll be a cute little planned event that he's meticulously thought out. He'll close his restaurant for the night and invite you over for a special private dinner with a menu inspired by all your favorite things.

Joon-Gi Han: "I don't know, I just... I always get this way when I'm with you... will you just stay with me? For a little bit?"

Our poor baby boy Joonie bun is inexperienced in the ways of confessing. He understands having a crush and love as a concept but lack of personal experience means he's navigating all new terrority. Please forgive his blunders.

Unfortunately, Seonhee proves to be little help in these matters. Although she has more in depth observations of situations between you two, even she cannot determine for Joon-Gi if reciprocation is guaranteed.

More likely than not, he'll just start blurting out his feelings during a moment where his guard is down. Half of it boils down to he just can't keep it to himself anymore and partially that he feels he's being dishonest the longer he keeps it to himself.

[iloveundertaesooomuch]

The Fun Gang!!!

Empress Luzura AU by @talisman975

How can I say that I love this funky stupid teens without screeming my lungs out?? I cant-

Caleb is SUCH good protag for this AU! Like- I like how complex and imperfect he is, changing throughout the story, both for better and for worse in the same time! His agrst in the "s3" is SO GOOD!! I am ready to scream!!

He reminds me so much of myself and the mistakes I have made. It is great to see him grow and learn, finding the understanding and love, but also the strength to live in reality, not hiding into his escapism fanazies anymore.

Truly, an artist with good intentions, but with bad understanding of how world works.

Now, to adress da gays in the room. I LOVE Alador and Darius!! They are such a mood! They remind me of the real teens I see everyday. They do silly things, they want to have fun, be dorks! Catch some problems on their butt!

(Especially when Aladors status as a son of a Abomination coven head official helps them escame a lot of problems.)

Alador is an insecure soft bean. He needs help to open up and allow himself to be silly sometimes. Alador is just a kid, he doesnt need to act like a grown up just because he is a son of someone important. He also needs to overcome his insecurity about learning only two tracks, when it is "the more the better" mentality with a lot of expectations put on him.

Darius is someone Alador partially looks up to, because he is so awesome and cool and bold (totally not gay feelings to have)! A son of a nobody, that just appeared in the school and never left Aladors mind.

But at first - Alador and Darius are just friends. Shhh, it is a slowburn.

Darius has a problem with feeling clean. And I dont mean it only litteraly. Looking like he always knows what to say, what to do, confident, strong and unbreakable. Keep his image clean. Be perfect to be short.

It isnt because Darius is egotistical, but just because he learned that weakness is easily spotted by people sorrounding him. So not displaying your imperfections is the best way to drift bad people away for the time being. "Freeze your brain" moment for me there.

[just-bendy]

Can you show us how you draw? Your drawings are AMAZING! Can we also get a ref sheet for da bendy? As well as ink boi? (Sorry if this this multiple asks in one and sorry again if this is annoying asking for stuff)

(( oh sure! thank you so much!! 🥰️💕💕💕 and this is not annoying at all! it's a very fun ask! 😄 uhh first i start off with sketches. i start light and very sketchy, then dark but a little cleaner

i always make bendy's head a circle, then i like to use the size of his face for basically everything else on his body

the size of his bean bod, length of his arms and legs, and his hands and feet depend on his face. then his tail is the the same length of bendy's body to his feet, but sometimes i like to make it longer!

inky boi is a little different, the size of his head is around the same size as his chest, then his legs would be double the length of his body. his tail would also be the same length of his body to his feet

then i INK them! and make minor corrections if i wanted

linework and then i fill them in since bendy's all black. use the eraser to make new lines

same with inky boi

add some goop

then i color them in! and the lines too

and it's done!

here's the way I draw my bendy and my inky boi! ✨✨✨

but i'm not consistent at all when it comes to keeping characters looking the same and of course my drawing style changes all the time... but i try to at least keep these proportions in mind! again, thank you! and i'm sorry if this is too long or not what you wanted! 🥰️💕 ))

[alistairsprayerwarrior]

Hi, fellow Thedosians!

I created this server with fellow DA fan creators like myself in mind. I love to write fanfics and draw fanart, but I am always eager to see what my fellow DA fans create as well! We also gab about lore, our OCs, simp over our favorite NPCs, and everything in between.

We aren't a huge server, but we're pretty comfy, and very welcoming. LGBT+ friendly as well!

The only thing we don't focus on is RP! 😅

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo, I swore I was gonna wait for this but I just couldn't help it (lol).

After seeing those photos of young Royal and Cecelia in the promo shots, all I can think about are those damn home movie tapes (lol). We saw Cece's pregnancy journey with Rhett, but what about when the precious lil bean got older?

Royal's personal favorite home video was when Rhett was about ten months old and he brought him down to meet the horses. Royal was holding him in one arm and Baby Rhett was reaching up to pet the big stallion's snout when he suddenly snorted and scared Rhett, two seconds later the baby spit his binkie out and screamed "FUCK!!!!" in his lil baby voice........that was his first word (lol).

Cut to two years later when Rhett was two and Perry was being a little asshole at the dinner table. Cecelia's trying to get the kitchen cleaned up and Royal's making sure the boys finish their dinner and Perry's tattling on Rhett because of something stupid. Royal just cuts in and goes "Perry, nobody likes a tattle-tale", cue baby Rhett going "Yeah nobody does Pewy" and Perry dumping his whole plate of spaghetti all over his brother (lol).

Oh but that's nothing compared to that summer when it was bathtime. Cecelia would haul out the big metal washtub and scrub the boys outside. Royal was running in and out of the frame chasing Baby Rhett, who by this point was running butt naked all over God's green earth and loudly declaring "NO DADDY! NO!!! NO BAF FOR ME!!!!!"

Or the exasperated looks on their faces when Rhett came running up to them one day and Royal caught on camera poor little Rhett going "Daddy, Pewy pushed me in da pile of horse poop." Of course Perry's denying it while their grandfather, Royal's dad, is yelling for Perry to "get yer fuckin ass over here".

"The Great Leaf Pile War of 1996" was pure gold though. The dog was involved and had Royal and Cecelia rolling for hours.

Rhett, Kayce Dutton and their best friend, Wes Redwood (a very well known rez brat from over the hill and Joy's little cousin) filmed themselves at ten years old, singing along and dancing to Lil Jon's "Get Low" at ten years old in the bed of Royal's truck. In the background you can hear Royal yelling at'em from the garage to "stop singing that fuckin song". Years later when they were all at Montana State, some of Rhett's Delta Tau brothers helped him, Kayce and Wes recreate the video. Cecelia sent him a text when she got it with only one word in response "Dumbasses" (lol, she did the same thing when the boys lip synced to Awkwafina's "My Vag").

Mo-Mo please enjoy this hilarious little slice of life from the Abbotts and if you want any more, please let me know, I'm always happy to pick from the orchard (lol).

Mary, I needed this hilarious slice of life so much today! I'm actually rolling at Perry being told off for being a tattle tale because he has SUCH tattle tale vibes 🫢

Thank you for sharing the gems that are your mind!!

[colleenmurphy]

Stomping thudding footsteps signaled that the Master of the Manor was home. Nearly three hours late but Fred was home nonetheless. The Lady of the Manor, as she liked to call herself, otherwise known as Minnie Sheehan-Malone, was thinking of just how expensive the car repairs were going to be this time. Jimmy had to have been drinking at The Club.

The Club. Ugh.

"Think of the family, Minerva. Think of our reputation."

The steady sound of Minnie's delicate chopping on the island block of their cavernous kitchen stopped. Knife still in hand features set and mind ticking like a bomb she studied her husband of nearly thirty-eight years.

"Our reputation can fly the fuck away, Lemual. If reputations were everything I'd have married Jimmy Murphy."

Flicking her knife towards a seat at the small table in the corner she motioned Freddie's drunk self to sit down. The lumbering string bean as she called him these days plopped himself down rather ungracefully into the wicker back chair.

"You're one to talk about reputations considering you're the one that set her up with that Flannery boy. He beat her senseless at the summer house and you blamed her."

All five feet of Minnie was standing on edge now, her right hand still holding the knife in a death grip her rings flashing from under the cold white bulb that hung in the kitchen. Something about being modern, Fred had said when they renovated the formerly beautiful brownstone. Just like everything else in his life Frederick Malone had have the very best of everything. The newest most top of the line..thing. That's all he viewed the people in his life as, that's all he ever saw them as. Pieces of window dressing to help him climb the social ladder. Minnie had had enough.

"Let her be happy this time. You got what you needed from the poor girl."

A look of disgruntled disgust flashed over his once handsome booze soaked features.

"Oh here we go. The poor Mother's Baby schtick. She's twenty-five years old, Minnie! She can't always be your little girl."

Who else had their daughter had then? Fred had missed damn near every event in her daughter's life. Except her wedding to Frank Flannery. He had been 'out of the country' aka in rehab during the divorce proceedings, Minnie had seen to that.

"Well, she certainly isn't yours."

Was her cutting reply that set him off in a blind drunken rage that ended with a pan full of chicken marsala on splattered across the kitchen as she brought a white hot stainless steel pan upside his head after he knocked the knife from her hands. The police had ruled it self defense, the insurance paid out partially and Fred was cremated and scattered at sea without ceremony. Minnie sold the wreck of a brown stone, gave the cash to Colleen and her new lawyer boyfriend - a fiery little prosecutor working for the DA's office named William Edgerley and she was setting sail for the French Rivera. She had someone waiting on her in the Lerins Islands.

[renee-writer]

Young Turks Chapter 17

AO3

“She is brilliant.” Claire enthuses to Jamie that evening. She sits across from him at the small kitchen table. He is grinning at her. “I think I convinced her to go for it with this Claudel.”

 

“It sounds like.”

 

“I invited her to tea on Friday. That is okay, right?”

 

He covers her hand with his own. “Of course, my love. You know this is your house and besides, I want to meet this lass who has my wife so excited.”

 

They both hear what he said, of more the way he said it and bursts into giggles at the same time.

 

“Not that excited.” She gets out through her own. He takes the hand he holds and brings it up to his lips. A suck and lick and she melts. They decide evening tea can wait.

 

Friday, she hurries home from university. A pot roast rests in the fridge, surrounded by a host of vegetables. She gets it in the oven then runs about making sure all is tidy. Jamie arrives home an hour after his wife. He enters to the smell of the cooking roast and the sight of his wife running about. Laying his knapsack in their room, he takes her up in his arms.

 

“The place looks good and tea smells wonderful.”

 

She relaxes. “It is just Marsali is our first non family guest.”

 

“Geillis?” he reminds her.

 

“She is family.” He can’t argue with that.

 

“I swear she will be impressed. Recall that she, and most freshman, live in a dorm.”

 

“You are right.” He always seems to know just what to say.

 

She knocks on the door precisely at six. They answer it together. “Marsali, welcome to our home.” Claire greets her, “meet my husband, Jamie. Jamie, my mate Marsali.”

 

“Very nice to meet you. Won’t you come in.”

 

She follows them in. “This is for you guys. Mam told me I needed to bring a hostess gift. You are my first grown up mate.” She presents them with a forget-me-not plant.

 

“It is lovely Marsali. Thank you.”

 

Her first grown up mate, Claire thinks as they take her through the small house. She is right, it is just queer to think of herself and Jamie that way.

 

“This is delightful.” Their guest says after touring their home. “What an amazing gift your parents gave you, Jamie.”

 

“Aye, once they accepted.”

 

Tea is laid out in the living room, on the coffee table, where there is more room. They join hands and say grace. Jamie cuts into the roast, gives Claire his own like wink when it falls apart at the touch of the knife. She has come a long way from beans on toast.

 

“This is so good, Claire. Dinna tell her I said so, but it is better then my own mam’s.”

 

She smiles. “High praise indeed.”

 

“Well earned.” Jamie adds after swallowing. As they eat, they talk, getting to know Marsali better.

 

“Joan is in year ten. She hasn’t decided what she wants to do yet.” She tells them of her little sister.

 

“Harriet is just year six. She changes her mind daily.”  They laugh together as they speak of their baby sisters.

 

“Jenny doesn’t have that problem. She has known from the time she was a wean. She is a mam. That has always been her goal.”

 

“A worthwhile one.”

 

He nods at her, “Aye Marsali. I have a nephew, wee Ian, named after his da and a niece, Maggie, after our late granny. She is pregnant again, twins this time. Her and Ian have been married but five years.”

 

Marsali almost choked on her Coke. “Goodness! No time wasted.”

 

“Not a bit.” Claire looks to her husband, who nods. “In three months time, over summer holiday, we are going to start trying.”

 

“Trying?” then she gets it. They see the realization run across her face. She sits her fork down. “To have a baby? That’s … I am not sure. I mean, you have plenty of schooling left.”

 

“Yes, but that is the point. If we wait until I am finished, we will be old.”

 

“Middle to late twenties isn’t really old.”

 

“I get what you are saying Marsali. We just want to be young enough to run around with him or her. By having our first now, we can space them out like our parents did. I loved being like a second mum to Harriet.”

 

“It was nice having a second mam in Jenny, well most of the time.” He pulls a face and they all laugh together.

 

It is a success first adult tea.

[justakon]

Sometime during the mid-morning, Isane made her way to the Twelfth on the pretext of submitting the forms for the extraction of dangerous compounds from a few of her flowering and fruiting plants. As she did so, she casually enquired of the main SRDI office if their lieutenant was busy. Upon being told that he was occupied at the moment and asked if it was something urgent, she shook her head. It would be unconscionable to interrupt him at work, particularly if he was working on something with a rapid rate of decay or needed close monitoring.

Instead, she left a three-tiered food thermos jar and a transparent tub with the laboratory technician she had spoken to, asking for it to be delivered to their lieutenant. A handful of irregularly-shaped savoury mashed banana fritters in the see-through container will not win any awards for their appearance but were included because she recalled a conversation where he expressed an interest in trying them. The contents of the insulated vacuum, however, were more mainstream in the form of congee with shredded chicken, matchstick-sliced ginger, broccoli florets and carrot slices on the first layer; takikomi gohan with diced parsley, chicken, celery, carrots, shiitake mushrooms and abura-age on the second; and finely blended red bean soup with sago and reconstituted slivers of dried tangerine peel on the third. Mindful that these dishes would likely be tested for poisons and other substances, care was taken to include a sealed note with the thermos.

This missive simply reads: Dearest Truffle, Forgive this intrusion into your work. As it is chilly today and you have been hard at work lately and probably functioning on little sleep, something hot for lunch, dinner and tea breaks might do you some good. Please excuse the porridge for being on the watery side. Sago has been added to dessert to bulk it up a little. I hope you won't find it too thin or the main dish too plain. It should keep warm if you want it for tea. The fritters can be kept till supper or breakfast the next day. You might have to reheat the rice for dinner in case you want it hot. Apologies for putting you through the trouble and for the uninteresting meals. Thank you for the pink moonflower by the way. It has been planted opposite the white one at the engawa. Please remember to wrap up when you step outdoors to smoke and rest when you feel tired. Your Tomato.

Waiting until the officer shuffled away out of sight, presumably either to the control centre, the command centre or the laboratory Akon had secreted himself on, she returned to the Fourth for some sleep before the night shift.

The days seemed to be melding into one another and he hadn't really recognised that he had been stuck in the labs and away from his quarters. he did pop in every other day to restock food and water for da vinci since he could not be a neglectful father to his already hiding from his cat. there were just too many deadlines to meet and they all required his supervision and direction and guidance or the usual chastising.

it happened that way sometimes. too many projects happening all at the same time and needing all hands on deck. which meant relying on stimulants and forgoing sleep altogether. sometimes even sustenance too. since this was the 12th and they could manage to bypass those things regular shinigami couldn't. there were always ways around it. but nothing was without any consequence of course.

and ever since he started to become closer to isane, he could almost feel her disapproving gaze on him for being the way he was. but he also knew she would be understanding despite her concern. he knew what he was doing. and this was hardly his first time doing this sort of thing.

funny how as his thoughts were on that certain grey-haired lady that the lab technician happened to bring him something and when he asked who had sent it -- even if he knew before he was told -- he was coloured surprised for sure. there was no outward smile. he maintained his usual indifferent expression but inside dare, he say he felt somewhat giddy? it was most odd, for sure. to be remembered and have food that she made herself sent to him. it was quite thoughtful and something he'd never experienced anyone doing for him. like ever.

for a brief moment, his eyes scrolled over the missive she had written in that no-nonsense handwriting of hers. there was no intrusion. leave it to her to think it was so. sure, maybe he got a few odd stares once he'd received the thermos but no one dared say or ask him anything about it. and he did appreciate the instructions. she was always good at that. but he really should get back to work. even if a part of him wanted to explore what she made. he would have to get back to it during a break.

[text] got your delivery. you didn't have to go through all that trouble for me. but thank you. i shall see you soon. possibly a few more days. take care of yourself, isane.

after he sent the message he tucked his phone back in his labcoat and back to work it was.

[lxndonorris]

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#5

bull ride - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut some steamy time with Max x word count: 1970+

Winter break is here, and you finally have some more time with your boyfriend Max, who’s still flying high after him becoming the world champion. Since then, he’d be happier, more relaxed, and overall cuddlier than he used to be. You’re glad that stress is finally gone, for now.

Right now, you’re sitting in the living room of Max’s apartment, while he’s preparing something for you. “Wait here, please.” He smiled, kissed your cheek, and vanished behind the closed bedroom door. Knowing that something is odd, you wait for him to return. He is plotting something, and you’re gonna find out what eventually. Impatiently, you check your phone every five seconds, trying to get your mind off of things, but your whole body shivers in anticipation.

Just then, when you lean back against the soft pillows behind you, you hear the door at the other end of the hallway open. “Honey?” Max says, his voice a little rougher than usual, the anxiety perhaps? “Still here?” You giggle and put your phone down. There is no leaning back anymore, your body is shaking a little, and your eyes are stuck at the wooden doorframe. “Ready?” He says quietly, and you know he is blushing hard, as his voice would always break when he is nervous, so he’s trying to keep it low.

“No!” You say, and both of you share a little laugh. “Define ready, though.” Smirking, you scratch your arm, watching Max enter the living room, dressed up entirely. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, a nice, tight white shirt, a few buttons open, teasing you with his chest, nice tight jeans, and no socks. “Fair enough” he shrugs casually, and you notice that he even shaved his scruffy beard, more like bringing some form into it, even though you like it when his little hair tickles you. “Oh hello.” You say, unsure about how to keep a straight face. He looks so good, and he knows it. 

“My lady.” He growls, his hands at his waist as he slowly walks up to you. “May I?” Max smiles, reaching for your hand. You embrace his hand and he instantly, gently pulls you into him. “Easy there, cowboy.” You smirk, steadying yourself against his broad chest, while his hands wander to your waist, securely holding you in place. “Sorry, my lady.” He breathes against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re just, so pretty,” Max whispers, leaning into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips. 

You embrace him fully, closing your eyes to just feel him, to taste his delicious taste. But he, instead, separates himself from you, just enough to keep you wanting more. Leaning your head back, you have another look at his hat, his pretty face, and further down his body, running a finger down his neck, right between his open shirt. “This is your surprise?” You lick your lips, your eyes wandering all over his beautiful body. “All of this.” A devious smirk spreads across his face when he starts to slowly grind his hips on yours.

You can feel him being very excited already, which makes you mirror his smirk. “This is something.” Leaning into him, you breathe against his cheek until you're right at his ear. “I’ve never been to a bull ride.” You stick your tongue out, barely reaching his skin, still, it’s enough to make him gasp quietly. He runs his hands around your body, to your butt, feeling your cheeks firmly.  “Then, how about we change that?” He returns the favor, even biting your earlobe tenderly. Without you being able to do anything, he easily picks you up and carries you through the apartment into the bedroom. 

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, patting his chest while he just grins. “Oh, I am.” He growls and opens the door with his knee. “Oh, Max!” You say, shocked. The whole room is decorated with half a dozen burning candles, a bottle of booze on the nightstand and soft, rock music is playing in the background. “Oh, that?” He shrugs, puts you down, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. 

“It’s beautiful.” You say, turning your face to meet his, catching him looking at you with a soft, loving smile on his lips. “Just like you.” Max kisses you again, this time, it’s way more passionate with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, spreading his taste all over your tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he, again, easily picks you up, with his hands around your thighs. The two of you keep kissing each other, when he puts you down on the bed, separating himself from you.

“Watch this.” He smirks, takes a few steps back, and starts moving his hips, easily catching the rhythm of the song playing in the background. Smiling, you cheer for him, when you catch sight of the bottle again. Snatching it from the nightstand, you open it in one swift movement, while Max keeps on rocking his hips, squatting down even, losing himself in the music. You take a long sip from the booze, enjoying its taste mixed with Max’s. “Take it off.” You start chanting, making him blush again. But he winks and starts unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time. 

“That’s it.” You cheer again, before you stop, your eyes now glued to his beautiful frame, his chest, his tits, and the little treasure trail leading down his jeans. He catches you staring, and smirks. “Too much?” He grunts, and you smirk even wider. “Come here.” You mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does, and even flexes his arms for you, once he’s right in front of you. “Too much?” You scuff, running a hand along his arms, feeling his biceps tense even harder. 

“Not at all.” You start stroking him now, his arms, his neck, down his chest, feeling every fiber of his body react to your slightest touch. To tease him even more, you take another sip from the bottle and start kissing him everywhere. Max giggles, enjoying every second of it though. He places his hands at your neck, running his fingers through your hair, to your cheek and your chin, lifting your head easily with two fingers. “My turn.” He smiles, takes the bottle, and drinks, nearly emptying at once. 

Max then helps you take off your shirt, and easily handles your bra right afterward. dropping both of them to the floor right next to the bed. Now, it’s him who’s checking you out, and you feel even better about it. You get up, take one of his hands and lead him to your breasts, letting his finger caress your chest, your boobs, and your nipple. “Amazing.” He says breathlessly, and his eyes find your gaze once more. “Can I get a kiss?” You smile shyly, and he grins, instantly bending down, placing loving kisses all over your tits. 

Now it is you who’s running your hands through his hand, removing the cowboy hat with one swipe. “I’m so hard.” He grunts suddenly, and rouches himself through his tight jeans, a grimace spreading over his face. “Let me help you.” You say lovingly, even though you enjoy the sight of him struggling to keep it together. Running a hand between his legs, you stroke him a few times, making Max moan quietly. “God.” He growls again, leaning his head back, letting out a huge sigh. 

“That’s right.” You smirk, and open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Instantly, your hands meet his on his dick, the two of you stroking him together through his underwear. He slowly regains his composure and returns the favor. Now, he runs a hand between your legs, stroking your thighs, just with his fingertips. “Mhmm.” You moan underneath your breath, and now, one hand on his dick, you use your other hand to run a finger along his jawline, through the scruffy beard of his. 

“hand me the bottle.” You say, and both of you look down at it in Max’s hands. “Nearly empty.” He shrugs, but you have an idea. “Make it count.” You lick your lips, raise the bottle and carefully, tilt it, so it runs down Max’s bare chest. “Y/N!” He giggles, and flinches. “It’s cold.” You don’t reply, instead, you begin to lick it off his skin, again and again, causing him to moan loudly. “That feeling. Fuck.” He growls and grinds his hips against yours again. “So good.” You say, once the bottle is empty, and catch Max staring again. This time, you know what he desires most. You.

Without wasting any more time, he kisses you again, and the two of you get on to the bed. Like in a hurry, both of you manage to get your pants off, including your underwear. “I need you.” He grunts angrily, one hand between your thighs, the other on your tits. “Take me, then.” You hiss, the two of you lying right next to each other. However, before he can make a move, you take the initiative. In one swift motion, you roll on top of him, pinning him down against the bed. “I’m down?” He frowns, not his favorite position at all.

Nodding slowly, you bend down, placing kisses all over his chest again, still tasting the booze. He starts thrusting into the air, unable to contain himself any longer. “Fuck.” He moans once you reach his face, your lips hovering over his. “You'll enjoy this, Max.” You hiss again, kissing him one last time before you make your way back to his crotch. With his huge meat tenting inside his briefs, you cannot help yourself but bite your lower lip. “Oh boy.” You say, grabbing him firmly, making him whimper. “Y/N.” He grunts, trying to keep his head up but fails due to exhaustion.

“What.” You smirk, tracing the outlines of his obvious swelling with your nails, sending shivers down his spine. Carefully, teasingly, you pull down his underwear, having a nice, long view at his fully erect cock. You make your way back to his face, biting his lips. “Time for a ride.” Max breathes heavily, and together, he slides inside of you, filling you completely. Both of you moaning in unison, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder than ever before. His nipples rock hard, and his strong, veiny arms pressed against the bed. 

Now, you start riding him, starting off pretty slow and tame, much to Max’s dismay. “Fuck me.” He groans, and you increase the pace steadily. “Your huge.” You moan excitedly, loving the feeling of him inside you, hitting the sweet spot every single time. Max tries to reply, but a groan is all that comes out of his mouth. Going faster and faster, you easily take up each other’s rhythm, making it even harder not to cum right now. Thrusting harder and harder, you look down, looking at Max, whos very close to climaxing. He claws his fingers into the bedsheets.

“Fuck, I’m cumm...” He moans loudly, and you bend down, kissing him lovingly. “Not yet.” You demand and watch him grimacing once more. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your limits as well, and after a few more harsh thrusts, the two of you scream out in ecstasy, Max cumming inside you, which sends you right over the edge as well. For a moment, you freeze in this position. Both of you breathing quickly. Gently, he pulls his throbbing dick out, and you drop next to him, instantly getting wrapped into a hug by Max. 

“That was fucking good.” He moans, touches himself gently, and places a single kiss on your forehead. “We need to do that again.”

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#4

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#3

suit fitting - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, not too explicit enjoying how good Charles looks in his Ferrari suit x word count: 1080+

The day has come, when you and your long-time boyfriend Charles made your way towards the Ferrari Testing Center, for the winter testing. This means that you finally be able to enjoy Charles wearing his red racing suit again, which you missed dearly. So once he asked you to join him on that special day, you didn’t even think for one second about it, before you basically jumped into his arms. 

Now, you’re sitting in Charles' little private area, waiting for him to show off his nice, tight suit. He asked you to wait for him here since it would be even more exciting with a special entrance. So, you check your clock, nearly half an hour went by, without any sign of him returning to you. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your jeans, and browse your Instagram feed, replying to some messages, when you hear someone approaching the room through the long hallway. 

Luckily, some walls are made of glass, so there isn’t really any hiding behind concrete, but this also means, that you spot him instantly. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath once you catch sight of him, and there he is. Charles steps inside the room, runs a hand through his beautifully messed up hair, and shows off his gorgeous smile. “Hi there.” He says softly, and stops in his tracks, for you to take a good look at him. “Hey.” You breathe deeply, get up from the sofa and slowly make your way towards him. 

Of course, you cannot help yourself and let your eyes wander all over his well-formed body. Starting at his boots, and up to his body. His legs, and especially his big thighs look so good inside the suit, the fabric flattering all of him perfectly. But then, you spot a huge bulge already formed at his crotch, telling you how excited he already is. “Damn.” You think to yourself and bite your lips. Keeping your eyes at the visible tent in his trousers, you break free from the sight and continue to check him out. 

Nodding appreciatingly, you enjoy the sight of his broad chest, his arms, biceps, and shoulders bulging against the soft fabric of the suit until you reach his beautiful face. Charles smirks playfully, knowing very well how hot he looks, and what the sight of him, wearing this outfit does to you. “So, what do you think?” He growls, lifting his arms into a quick shrug. “Oh, I think you know that already.” You hiss, squinting at him, causing him to giggle underneath his breath. “I do.” He grins, placing both of his hands at his own chest, stroking himself firmly. For a while, you watch his hands moving across his chest, down to his tummy, and even further down to his crotch, feeling his bulge gently.

“Charles.” You say softly, taking another step closer towards him, placing your hands now at his chest. “Yes?” He says, raising his eyebrows and simultaneously, he places both of his hands at your waist, pulling you even closer towards him. “Do you have something for me, somewhere?” You say softly, running a finger to the zipper of his chest piece. “Huh?” He tilts his head slightly, playing the innocent one. Charles of course knows what’s happening down there. He knows how good he looks, and he enjoys this, but, knowing how much you like this, turns him on even more.

“Charles.” You pout, leaning into him, making sure your lips just brush over his, and immediately, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils, causing you to close your eyes for just mere seconds. You open your eyes again, and your gaze meets his, with him smirking deviously. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” Hissing, unzip his suit slowly, teasingly, without breaking eye contact with him. At the same time, he starts grinding on you, his crotch against yours, but just enough to keep the teasing going. 

Feeling his bulging dick against your thighs, you bite your lower lip, holding back a soft moan. “You like it hard.” He grunts and his face stiffens, with his expression hardening as well. “Don’t you.” Charles raises his eyebrows again, and without giving you any chance to react, he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You embrace him in an instant, and let him take the lead. He is aching for control, and you know there is no point in even trying to take over. It’s his suite, his comfort zone, and you are so happy to be here today, that you allow it. 

Charles separates himself from you to take a deep breath, and you seize the moment, unzipping his racing suit. Quickly, your hand slips inside it, stroking his chest, his hard nipples, and his tenses muscles through his fireproofs. “So good.” He leans his head back, groaning deeply. Pleased with yourself, you lean into him again, placing kisses all over his neck, letting his scruffy beard tickle you again and again. While you please him with a dozen passionate kisses, you feel his hands stroking your waist, your ass, and down to your thighs, but he holds back, before running one of his hands between your legs.

Slowly but steadily, Charles regains his composure and lowers his head, once again, his burning gaze meeting yours in an instant. “I love you.” He growls, and his body shivers when you run your hand down to his crotch, feeling his erect dick through his pants. “I love you too, Charles.” You say, kissing him once more. He runs his hands along your back, your spine, to your neck, securely holding you in place. “We need to stop now, I’m afraid.” Charles groans softly and separates himself from you again. “Yeah, for now.” You say, grabbing his dick one last time, making him flinch and giggle.

“Tonight?” He says, running a hand through your hair and to your cheek, stroking you with his thumb. The feeling of his soft skin on yours sends shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait.” You breathe deeply, and slip out of his pants, stroking his tummy a few more times while he stares into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re here.” Charles smiles, and you nearly get lost in his bright, shining eyes. “I’m so happy to have you.” You say and close his racing suit carefully. “Me too.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

Then, together, you make your way to testing.

346 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022

#2

Pluisje - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Fluff spending a cuddly day with Max, getting him a new nickname x word count: 670

Even though the sun is shining outside of your apartment window in Monaco, you and your boyfriend Max decided to spend the day at home, being lazy. You’re lying on the sofa, with Max’s head casually resting on your lap. His eyes are closed, his hair messy and he’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, since you were not planning to leave your flat anyways.

You did the same, but, you decided to plunder his side of the cupboard, putting on one of his orange Redbull hoodies, a pair of his grey joggers, and socks. Smiling shyly, you run a hand through his soft, fluffy hair, again and again, while he purrs softly. Max lifts his arm, gently stroking yours with his fingertips, just enough to send shivers down your spine. Casually, he begins to stroke his chest, once, then twice, still purring contently.

“Feeling good?” You giggle, slightly tilting your head, watching him curiously. He opens his eyes sleepily, barely able to look at you with the bright sunlight blinding him through the window behind you. “Yeah.” He yawns widely, stretching his right leg. His yawn turns into a long, guttural groan before his whole body softens again and he rubs the back of his head against your lap. “That’s right.” You run your fingers through his hair one last time, before you caress his cheek softly, down to his jawline and through his very, scruffy beard. 

A content smile spreads across his lips, and with that, he closes his eyes again, letting out a breathless sigh. “I like your beard like this.” You smile, tracing his jawline with your finger, feeling his little, tingling hair with your fingertips. “You do?” He growls, opening his eyes, this time, they shine even brighter than usual. Nodding, you enjoy the feeling on your skin, when a coy smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. “You’re my pluisje.” You say, trying your best not to giggle again. “Pluisje?” He smiles, his eyes now stuck at yours. “I like that.” Max grins, and you playfully poke his nose. 

“Stop:” He protests, trying to avoid your finger, but you’re way too persistent. You poke him a couple of times, but to not tease him any longer, you bend down and kiss him right on his lips. Instantly, he embraces your lips on his, and he kisses you back, once, twice, before you place one last kiss onto his nose and separate yourself from him again. Growling, he turns his head towards your tummy, and you chuckle. “A bit sleepy, aren’t we?” You smirk, and he just nods slowly. “You’re way too comfy.” He says, with his rough voice a little softer than normal. 

“I know.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair again, watching him for a little while, before you feel like joining him. “Make some space.” Poking him again, this time, his shoulder, he instantly moves slightly, so you can lie down right in front of him. Now, face to face, you watch him open his eyes exhaustedly. “Hey.” He growls, smiling weakly. “Hey.” You return the favor, and lift your arm, inviting him to come even closer. “Thank you.” He licks his lips before resting his head against your chest. “Always.” You smile softly, wrapping an arm around his body, gently stroking his back through his shirt. 

Carefully, silently even, one of his hands slip underneath your hoody, and his cold hand starts to stroke you, just around your navel. “Max, your hand is cold.” You giggle with shivers running through your whole body. “That’s fun.” He smirks, lifting his head so his gaze meets yours. “My pluisje.” You say and kiss him again, his hair tickling you slightly. “My princess.” He growls once you separate from him, and he kisses you again, and again, with you enjoying every one of them. 

You spend some more time cuddling before it’s to get something to eat.

351 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Februar 2022

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whispers - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: a little bit of everything, not too explicit Carlos comforts you when you’re being anxious about making your relationship public x word count: 1430+

It’s nearly midnight on this grey winter night when you find yourself lying in the bed of your boyfriends’ apartment. You’ve met Carlos about two months ago, and after just three dates, you were certain that he is the one you want to spend your time with. Everything about your relationship feels right. He treats you like his queen, makes sure to fulfill all of your wishes, and knows how to use his charm to make you smile, even when you don’t feel like it.

You’re lying in bed, covered with a thick, fluffy blanket, and watch Carlos getting ready to join you. He takes his shirt off, casually dropping it to the floor right next to the bed, runs his fingers along his jawline, through his scruffy beard, and up through his already messed up hair. Smiling, but tired, you struggle to keep your eyes open when he turns around, looking at you with a soft, gentle smile. Carlos starts to look down at his own chest, and runs a hand through his chest hair, tenderly stroking himself a couple of times. 

He’d do that from time to time, especially when he is nervous. It helps him to calm down, and you appreciate getting a glance at his well-formed body, his beautiful abs, his hairy chest, and of course, his massive arms. “Carlos.” You smile, rubbing your eyes. “Oh.” He giggles, as you lift the blanket, inviting him to join you underneath the fluffy cloud. “I’m coming.” Carlos gets on top of the bed and crawls closer towards you, but before he joins you, he leans into you, kissing you lovingly.

Once, twice, his soft lips meet yours, and his beard starts tickling you slightly. “I’m ticklish.” You protest, moving your head to avoid his little, scruffy hair but he keeps on kissing you a couple of more times. “I know. I love that.” He growls deeply and separates from you just enough so you can stare into each other’s eyes. Then, you notice his distinctive, familiar scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet, and it’s surrounding him fully. One reason you feel so comfortable when you’re near him.

“I love those too.” You smile shyly, and place a hand at his cheek, gently stroking him with your thumb. Carlos smiles as well, his face softening quickly while his toned body stays tensed, his muscles bulging underneath his skin. Carefully, he slides inside your cocoon and wraps the blanket around the two of you. Instantly, you embrace his body against yours, hugging him tightly. He does the same, sheltering you with his big arms. You enjoy the heat of his body, the smell of his scent as he places a few, very delicate kisses on your forehead.

For a second, you feel at ease, but then you remember that you’re about to join him at a charity event next Sunday, which makes you a little anxious. Carlos notices your composure shifting just slightly, and he separates himself a little bit, to be able to look at your face. “Are you okay?” He whispers, his eyes shining dimly. “Yeah.” You mouth breathlessly, but keeping eye contact is way too hard, so you look down at his chest instead. For a while, you feel the heat rising inside every fiber of your body, and you know that your face is completely red. 

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay, I promise.” He growls again, running a finger along your arm, trying his best to help you relax. “It’s just, I’m a little anxious.” You say shyly, and look up at him again, and his face softens even more. “About what?” He says comfortingly, as you place a hand at his firm chest, and start drawing circles across his skin, his chest, and down to his abs. “About next week.” You say, forcing a weak smile, which he notices immediately. “Oh,” Carlos says, and thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs. 

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to go.” He smiles, still stroking your arm tenderly. “No, it’s not like that, it’s just-.” You breathe deeply, a wave of shiver running down your spine. “It’s our first official event. As a couple.” Biting your lower lip, you shrug quickly. “It’s stupid, I- I know.” Expecting him to laugh at you, you tilt your head slightly and your eyes wander down his body, watching your fingers running across his skin.

But then, he places a hand on yours, embracing your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Y/N. That’s not stupid, at all.” Carlos frowns, and a little shocked, you look into his eyes again, to see him smiling comfortingly. “It will be great. You’ll do great, and we will have so much fun.” He giggles, making you smile as well. “But what if they don’t like me?” You say, blushing heavily again. “Why?” He says, confused. “You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, kind,” Carlos says, his eyes wandering down your body, appreciating all of you. “So, so gorgeous.” He growls once again, his deep voice a little rougher and huskier than usual.

“Carlito.” You say, hitting him playfully, causing him to giggle under his breath. “But seriously, there is no need to be nervous about anything.” He says, a little more serious than before, and he kisses your forehead again. “I just. I don’t know. I hope your fans will like me as well.” As soon as you say that, you see a shimmer igniting in his beautiful eyes, and a huge playful smirk spread over his face. “Oh, don’t worry. They will love you.” He says confidently, the smirk growing wider and wider.

“You think?” You say, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What about, we do a little sneak peek?” He says, looking at you with a well-known expression. Carlos would always look at you like that when he has an idea, that is a little weird at first, but always ends up making your day. “What do you have in mind?” You say, looking at him suspiciously. Carlos chuckles, moving underneath the blanket, freeing himself from the cocoon to snatch his phone from the nightstand. “We take a little picture for Instagram, and we will see what people think.” He groans, stretching his arm to grab the phone before he turns back to you. 

Thinking deeply, you look at the phone, his face and his chest again and again. “Okay.” You say, smiling shyly. Happy with himself, he gets back into the cocoon and pulls you into a tight hug. “Let’s try this.” He grunts as you steady yourself against his strong chest. A little nervous, you bury your face against his shoulder, just in time for him to take the picture. Carlos giggles, and kisses you again. He wraps one hand around your arm, pulling you even closer towards him. “Here.” He says and shows you the photo he just took. 

It’s a very cute couple picture, with him smiling excitedly, even though you can see the exhaustion in his tired eyes. You, on the other hand, are barely seeable through your hair, and his arm around your back. But, a shy little smile is visible, with your nose against his chest. “That’s cute.” He says, rubbing his nose against your forehead. “It is.” You say, stroking his chest again. “Shall we post it?” He says, tilting his head for you to look into his eyes again. “Yeah.” You breathe deeply and watch him post it to his Instagram. “Done.” he smiles, and instantly the post is flooded with all of his fans being happy, excited, and everyone is asking for your name, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.

Blushing again, you cannot fathom the reaction, but it makes you extremely happy. “See, babé. They love you already.” Carlos giggles, and puts his phone away. “I guess.” You say, still lost in your thoughts. “But I love you more.” He says suddenly and starts placing kisses all over your face. “Carlito, I’m ticklish.” You try to defend yourself, but he’s way too quick and strong. To get the upper hand, you pinch his hard nipple, causing him to flinch and whimper. “Y/N: That’s not fair.” He says as you get the advantage and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

Both of you are still catching your breath when you stare into each other’s eyes one last time. “Thank you, Carlos.” You say lovingly, running a hand along his cheek, and through his hair. “Always.” He says, and you kiss him before you cuddle for a while until you both fall asleep.

510 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Januar 2022

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[jils-things]

*falls head first into your askbox* SORRY TO BOTHER YOU AGAIN I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT IRENE IS SO CUTE IN YOUR LAST DOODLE - What a sweet bean and Naib is just so annoyed hsdghgl

Also you drew Naib’s messy ponytail so well waah so pretty, LET HER BRUSH HIS HAIR PLS I WANNA SEE THIS (I can see her braiding flowers into his hair idk why just a funny thought)

- 🐭 anon

OMG HIIII AGAIN YEYYEYDHDHDHEHE WLWLWL I LOVEMY BROTHERSOMUCHDBFHHFHFF NO ITS OK IWANNA TALK ABT MY BROTHER AAAA she rarely sees him without his hood on so seeing that first time is like.... whoa!!!! hes so gorgeous!!!!! i gotta brush it!!! I love making wavy/messy hair its very fun nyehehehehe

I REMEMBER BACK THEN, i always thought it was short too! but when more official art came in and showed that he had a ponytail i was just... NO WAY....!!!! DAS SO COOL .... it makes him stand out even more like that its so flfkgkg AMAZING (not that im opposed to him with short hair because i literally have his spring hand skin on main HEHEHE) ITS JUST NICEEYY (but like ... the cabinet of curiosities skin just. SEALED IT... AUGHHH)

look at it!!! i especially love his two strands of hair that comes out. i like it when it pops out of his hood hehehe

AND AAHHH YOU READ MY MIND i always like making follow-up doodles and thought of this too!!!! (though I couldn't do it today) but i KNOW shes going to put so much flowers on his hair he's not gonna show himself to anyone until she takes it off SKSKSKSHSHSH

OK BUT AHHH THANK U FOR SHOWING UP AGAIN wiwieieiwi i lov ma kuya so much

[yakuzacanons]

Wow you're literally the best thing to happen to this platform 🧎‍♀️

I would like to request an angst with fluff ending for Majima and reader 👀 Maybe something involving Makoto and jealousy? 👀

I'd say that it's not just one thing that instantaneously makes the reader break down. First, she notices the wistful look that Majima had when he first tells her about Makoto. Then it's the song that he sings at Karaoke that she just knows it's dedicated to her. And finally, it's when he comes back from Sotenbori acting distant and she immediately knows that something is up, causing her to just burst into tears, resigned and defeated. "Why am I even here?"

I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR INCREDIBLE BRAIN TO BRRRR AGAIN

First of all bless u sweet anon, and second of all my brain is going so brrr that if I were to describe it I might explode and we cannot have that. Sorry it took so long to respond to this one, I had to let it simmer in da ol' brain for a bit cuz I have too many ideas for this. Gonna be a long one so sorry in advance but also I am not sorry cuz it's Majima babey! Headcanon below da cut as always. Spoilers for Yakuza 0 and 5.

Majima isn't exactly secretive but he is selective about what he says, especially when embarking into a romantic relationship. The last time he was romantically involved, it ended in a messy divorce. Generally, a lot of things in Majima's life have ended that way so he's delicate whenever he talks about his past.

In doing so, he doesn't realize he's making you feel alienated. Whenever you do ask about his past, it's obvious that he's tense. His answers get shorter, he changes the subject faster. Initially you didn't mind. You knew about his previous marriage, even if only in so few words because he's not one to dwell on that subject. But he never told you about Makoto.

You actually first hear about Makoto via Kiryu, who didn't mean to bring it up. Maybe Majima was just having a particularly bad day and Kiryu says something like "Last time I saw Majima-neesan that upset, it was..." before trailing off. Kiryu can't lie to save his life, and eventually he spills the beans, trying to keep it short by saying "Oh, it's this girl we both knew in the 80's." but it's too late. The secret's out now.

You're not mad that he kept this from you but you're a little surprised. The two of you never had trouble talking about past loves. Even if Majima didn't necessarily enjoy the topic, he was truthful. So why hide this? When you finally confront him with the question, he completely freezes.

He'll immediately deflect with a "How'd ya hear 'bout that?" but when he realizes he can't wiggle his way out of this one, he'll sigh and finally give you the truth. It hurts him that you didn't hear it from him first. Did he plan on telling you eventually? Maybe, probably, he thinks, but secretly he isn't entirely sure. If allowed, would he have left it all buried in the past?

Majima summarizes the events as best as he can without showing any particular feelings towards the matter, but you can see the faintest glimmer in his eyes, a kind you've never seen before. It's a nostalgic ache, both a yearning for what used to be and complete resignation to the fact he could never go back. Eventually you realize that pressing him further is only making him recoil, so you let it slide with a huffy breath. Still, you can't help but wonder what was so special about Makoto that he couldn't even tell YOU of all people that she even existed?

You had nearly forgotten these nagging feelings until you saw the way Majima sang "As Long As You're Happy" at karaoke a few nights later. There was that faint glimmer again. Secretly, Majima's also bugged by his own thoughts and feelings on the matter but neither of you know what to say, if there even IS anything to say, to fix this. He sings to air out these thoughts, not realizing how it looks to you.

You manage to keep it together until Majima leaves to Sotenbori for a work related trip. He'd done this before and it should've been fine but this time it was anything but. You spent nights staring at the ceiling, images of a younger Majima hand in hand with Makoto in the streets of Sotenbori. Him with that long hair you'd only seen in photos and that suit that he doesn't wear anymore. The version of him that Makoto knows and that you could never know.

When Majima finally returns from his trip late one night, you're still lying in bed, wide awake. Normally, he would wake you up immediately and smother you with kisses but instead he walks to the nearby window and lights a cigarette, not realizing you were awake just a few feet away. Majima leans against the windowsill, exhaling heavily, his eyes completely clouded. You'd never seen him like this before.

Before you know it, hot tears are pouring down your face. Was Makoto that big of a deal that he would be acting this, as if he were an entirely different person? Maybe he was, you feared. Maybe the real Majima was still locked away somewhere in an alley in Sotenbori, grasping Makoto close as they hide from thugs, his ever watchful eye fixated on her. The thought drowned you completely.

You hadn't realized it, but your whimpers had become audible. Majima snaps out of his stupor and turns to glance at you as you lay in bed with the blanket pulled nearly over your entire face and it finally clicks. "Ah, shit, shit..." he mutters to himself as he hastily puts out his cigarette. Sure, having to think about and let alone talk about Makoto was complicated for him but he'd gotten over it before and he could do it again. But you? In his daze, he'd forgotten to think about it might've affected you and that hurt him more than recollecting a dozen memories with Makoto ever would.

He rushes to the bed. "Oi, what gives?" Majima's voice is surprisingly docile. He can tell he's hurt you but how could he even begin to approach the issue? He couldn't lie and say Makoto DIDN'T matter to him at all but what could he actually say that would help?

He prods you again with the question, to which you sit up almost violently in bed, throwing the blanket down to Majima's surprise. Your eyes are red and your face is stained with tears. Even though just before you were trying to avoid his gaze, now you were staring straight into his soul. Majima just sits back nervously, eyes wide, as you let out an exasperated "Why am I even here?!".

Majima is stunned as he lets out a meek "Well, ain't it 'cuz we're a couple 'n all?" and immediately realizing how stupid he sounded. He was deflecting again, as he always did whenever Makoto was brought up. His statement only brings you further to tears as you blurt out the one thing you had been trying so desperately not to say: "Why the fuck am I here, Goro? Just to fill some Makoto shaped void in your life?"

Only now does he finally see the extent to which this has hurt you, to which it has driven between a wedge between the two of you. Immediately, he engulfs you in a hug as you cry. Majima knows he's no saint but damn if he could go back to when you first asked and make it all right, he would.

His gloved hands grip you tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as you continue to sob, his mind flooded this time with memories of you: when you first met, when he first let his guard down around you, and when you accepted him so immediately and lovingly that he thought he was dreaming. How could he take all of that and turn it against you without a second thought?

When he finally speaks, his voice aches in a way you'd never heard before, his accent slipping slightly. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... for hidin' this from you and... for only thinkin' 'bout myself. I thought I'd ruin all o' this by talkin' 'bout it... and turns out I'm ruining this instead by lettin' myself get so stuck in the past that I can't see what's right in goddamn frontta me."

Majima gently pulls you away as you sniffle in front of him. "Oi, look at me" he says as he gently lifts your chin. "My past... hell, all of me. Ya never once thought twice about stickin' by my side and I've been an ungrateful sonnova bitch. I know words can't make up for me bein' an oblivious ass, but I need ya to know this: my past, Makoto, all of it, knowing now it'd lead me here to ya, I wouldn't change a damn thing. And I'd go through it all again if it meant gettin' to be here with ya, here 'n now. None o' that matters to me anymore. You do."

You sniffle a few times before finally cracking a smile. "Ah, there we go. There's that cute lil' smile I love" Majima jokes as he pulls you in for a hug, this time smothering you in cuddles and kisses. "Hey, don't make me laugh, I'm supposed to be mad at you" you can't help but giggle. Majima kisses your forehead before laying down next to him, wiping away a few remnants of tears. "Sorry, can't help it. I just love seein' ya smile. Hell, I just love YOU."

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture REPAINT ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.3 ~

"SALEM, MA"

*Alarm clocking*

Kimial : *Grumbles* Tanuki...what a silly name for me. That's weird, I can't sense that my arms and legs are moving, but I realized that I can move like a jumping bean. This scarf, this staff, and this statue that kinda looks like that it has the face of...(exclaims)

*it is revealed Kimial has turned into the form of Statue *

Kimial (?) : What's going on? Why am I a statue!? Is this really the true powers of a tanuki, but Tanuki witches are the masters of regeneration. But...this did not happened before? When did I able to use such power.

Kimial : Hello other me, or should I say "Tanooki".

Tanooki Kimial : Eh?

*Revert to her true form*

[Frequency Current by Hideaki Kobayashi]

Tanooki Kimial : How did you know that it was me?

Kimial : I realized that the Tanuki Witches isn't just spelled "Tanuki", but spelled "Tanooki", the name of power up suit originated from the world of Super Mario during ancient times. Tanookis were a race of beings that are not the masters of regeneration, but also the masters of flight and disguises. For starters, how did you get in my house?

Tanooki Kimial : I was coming in today to see that I was gonna tell you that congratulations on being a hero. But I know it's really a long story of how I got here. You wouldn't probably know. But I can manage myself alone carrying deliveries and I was trained to be errand girl, I am a Copy of the "original".

"Tanooki Kimial...The friendly Tanuki*

Kimial : I see...No worries. So you in here for? What did you find? Well?

Tanooki Kimial : Well...I did find some good evidence about the snake witch's creation. I just got it all covered in the files, do you want me to see them, but I mind you no peaking if you like to.

Kimial Diehl : You knew? I mean, you have the correct files, right? But more importantly, hope you got a present for me.

Tanooki Kimial : Just the right piece of it. And of course, I got a present for you. *straining+pop* Ta-da! I found some blood samples from the snake witch!

*Warioware SFX : Fanfare*

Kimial Diehl : That's good. Just what I need it! So I need this sample to let Penny get over to the analysis. But thank you so much for giving this to me.

Tanooki Kimial : It's my pleasure, a Tanooki is always a "Tanuki"...at your service!

Kimial Diehl : Yeah...right.

*Luigi's Mansion ringtone playing*

Computer Voice : Incoming call...from Penny Crygor. Incoming call from Penny Crygor.

Kimial Diehl : Huh? That's funny, I haven't forgot about chatting friends with Skype, but I do video calls online.

*Penny Crygor is shown on web video*

[Tails Laboratory by Tomoya Ohtani]

Penny via video chat : Hey, Kimial. Long time no see! Congrats on being the hero that you really are!

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, long time no see.

Penny via Video Chat : So what brings you here to this fine day of ours? What did you got something for me this time? A present, a gift for me? Something that you should never tell your secrets?

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, sort of like that. But basically, it's not present, it's a scientific gift for you, Penny and my "Tanooki" self gave this to me in order to find out the mysteries of the Gorgon Family's bloodline.

Penny via skype : Did you get the sample?

Kimial Diehl via Skype : I got it just right about this right here. Boom! This is the blood sample of the snake witch Medusa! Pretty cool, huh, Penny?

Penny via Skype : Excellent! I would gladly like to bring it over to the lab for further studies. But were demanding on the suggestion that those Gorgon Sisters sound like those witches are a total pain in the neck. Head to the lab where I am currently at. The Warp Pipe is located off of Town hall! But just don't mention the fact, that Dr. Crygor is finishing his masterpiece that is new to Wario and he'll be particpating in the Hawt House back at Diamond City in the Super Mario Universe, well Warioware and Super Mario both share the same universe, but it's complicated sentiment on how shared universes really exist. But we agree that we must dine on a delicacy with those triangle sandwiches.

Kimial Diehl : Thanks. I'll be happy to fulfill that in, Penny. I'll be there in a moment, just wait there for me, okay? My friend's waiting at Town Hall.

Penny via Skype : Good. Over and out. *signs off*

Kimial Diehl : Okay, Tanooki. I'll get over to Penny's at the lab for further studies with the sample. You just wait here for Ashley to get by, okay?

Tanooki Kimial : Okay! I'll be promise that I will look after her.

Kimial Diehl : Good. I'm off then!

*scene changes*

[Windfall Island by Koji Kondo & Kenta Nagata]

Kimial Diehl : Okay...The warp pipe leading to Crygor's lab should be here somewhere. But it's gotta be here in densely populated city on the east coast. But where?

*Kimial searches something in downtown*

Kimial : Nope. Uh-uh. Nothing here. Almost. Bingo! There is it town hall!

*sees the warp pipe where Ashley is at*

Ashley : Kimial. You finally here.

Kimial : Ashley! Thank goodness you're in timing. Let's head to Crygor labs. Penny's waiting for us.

Ashley : Alright, if you insist, but we need to report ourselves to Master Maba.

Kimial : Right. Lady's first! *jumps in mid* Geronimooooo!

*Mario SFX : Warp Pipe*

Ashley : Guess it's lady's first then. Let's-a go! *Jumps in mid-air*

Ashley : Cannonball!

*Mario SFX : Warp pipe*

*Eruka appears*

Eruka : Where did those two run off to?

*cuts to Crygor lab*

Dr. Crygor : After getting into an apple accident, my body has turned red and so without further ado. I've created the latest machine ever built my me! I give you...Robo Mike!

*Mike begins to activate*

Mike : Systems activated.

[Mike's Song (Brawl Ver.) by Masaru Tsujima]

Mike : The name's robo Mike...I am a karaoke machine!

"MIKE THE ROBO...KARAOKE MACHINE!

Dr. Crygor : It's alive! Alive! A brilliant success!

Penny : So...this what you've programmed to make a robot with two mics on his head.

Dr. Crygor : And I gave him the perfect opportunity to cleaning duties.

Penny : Cleaning duties? Listen gramps, I don't know what's going on but you're making a robot to clean?

Dr. Crygor : Well...I do have some business to attend to, but no offense, tell Wariorware that he busy doing microgames on the Nintendo DS, it's starting to crank up here. Look after Penny, Okay?

Mike : Yes, master.

Dr. Crygor : Well...Tah!

*closes door*

Mike : And now I will begin the cleaning duties.

Penny : (sighs) Guess I'll do some lab testings for some experiments.

*Warp Pipe sound*

Penny : Hmm?

*Kimial and Ashley comes out of the warp pipe*

Penny : Thank goodness, you're here. Perfect timing.

Kimial : You built a robot all by your self?

Penny : No...Gramps built him, this is Mike. He is a machine built by Dr. Crygor. Since we're all part of the Super Mario Universe, I was hoping the plumber would be doing the DDR Mario Mix with my--mwah! "Piece de resistance". I'm good at making stuff around here, I'm a pure genius! So did you get me the sample?

Kimial : I got it right here. This is the sample, it's the sample of the Snake Witch's blood.

Penny : Good. I'll take a look. Time for what Penny Crygor can do with his her amazing genius and scientific work. *adjusts her glasses* Let the processing begin!

*one processing of the sample later*

Kimial : So...how did it go?

[Win Fanfare (Von Kaiser ver.)]

Penny : It's unbelievable! A briliant success! The analysis has been complete! Victory for science!

*THUNDERCLAP*

*Funny Anime Sound*

Kimial : So...that's it? That was easier than I expected. I mean...It was kinda fantastic. So what did you think of the analysis. But do you think that was a little too dramatic.

Ashley : So what's the sample of the snake witch's blood. Medusa, the renegade who committed her crimes against witchkind and the planet itself. Is crona's blood related to her.

Penny : It was confirmed, but the analysis shows that her blood is related to Crona and neither the sister's blood. Because the Gorgon Witch sisters are related by blood, but are not related to Crona.

Ashley : What? So does that mean...

[Mistery by Seirou Okamoto]

Penny : Yes, it turns out the Gorgon Witch trio are humans and Crona however is an experimentation of a project that happened around 10 years ago. But I believe it was 800 years ago or perhaps that this blood that is human or witch was from Madoka, a human from Japan or the Ohkuboverse would prefer her to call Medusa Gorgon.

Kimial Diehl : Medusa...Gorgon? Aka the snake witch who is pretty cold blood and heartless...

Penny : And is also a woman of sadism.

Kimial Diehl : What is sadism?

Ashley : [to Kimial] Ask your mother about that.

Penny : Medusa Gorgon, the snake villain of Soul World and the most hated creature in the Ohkuboverse that wanted to destroy Shinra's legacy so bad!

Kimial Diehl : I thought Orochimaru was badass and cold blooded like a snake villain, but this villain Medusa Gorgon, yeah. She's a real menace to this planet and a renegade to our kind.

Penny : Absolutely right. Before she even met this girl name Maka Albarn, this witch along with her two evil witch sisters were trying to put the planet in darkness by destroying the legacy of Shinra. But then, they were stopped by the hero of witchkind alongside with the real demons and easily imprisoned in order for their crimes to be paid to a steep price. But since the Ohkuboverse, was destroyed the Time Eater, the Gorgon Witch sisters their selves have presumed to be dead around 1000 years after the Ohkuboverse was erased during the 1000 years of Shinra's death.

Ashley : Medusa...Gorgon witch trio...dead? But did you find their criminal records?

Penny : Yeah, the MDF gave their records to take a look. These three had been wanted for series of crimes against the inhabitants of Earth, but why would they get away with everything they got and would even costs us the planet and the Galaxy?

Ashley : I bet this witch's obessions with Chaos...No, why is she obssessed with Chaos? Why Chaos, the name of what?

Penny : Her obsessions because she wasn't controlled by Arachne, she was controlled by this man.

*shows a photo of Ansem*

Penny : Ansem the Seeker of Darkness, He's responsible for giving orders to the Gorgon Witch trio, the gorgon family were only a facade to shadowy figures that could devour people's hearts and manipulate others.

Kimial Diehl : What others? Who are these others? Wait including Maka herself, but the girl's hatred against Medusa can really fuel the darkness. I'd say she's bad news and is a major negative influence.

Ashley : So that seeker guy is behind all of this, just to get his revenge on the boy whom he thought was his best friend, Riku. Riku heard everything those villains from the Ohkuboverse would never be forgiven and Shinra knew about this. Why in the world would Medusa wanted to end the entire world with awakening some kind of "God" that doesn't exist!?

Kimial Diehl : It just so happens that all of the darkness is being fueld by one's hatred and Darkness is the lust, this all probably Shinra's fault that he created the world and story of Soul Eater, don't know why I became part of it. The Ohkuboverse is such a pathetic compared to the Mashimaverse. Why would the Mashimaverse stays while the Ohkuboverse doesn't?

Ashley : That's a great question about the Mashimaverse staying big and the Ohkuboverse falls, but why don't ask you those guys over there.

Kimial : I'm sorry, who are the guys?

Mike : MA-MA-MA-MALFUNCTION-MMALFUNCTION! FAILURE-FAILURE-FAILURE-FAILURE-! E-E-E-E-ERRORRRRRRR!!!

Penny : What's wrong, Mike? You got a little tinkering in your system.

Mike : CRYGOR. ASHLEY. AND KIMIKO! EVACUATE, IMMEDIATELY! USE THE EMERGENCY EXITS TO ESCAPE-ESCAPE-ESCAPE-ESCAPE-ESCAPE!

Kimial : Did that robot just said my real my name?

Penny : What's the problem, Mikey? It sounds like that your systems have been hitting the sauce, but you a machine has been hijacked by--

Kimial : Wait a minute...It's those guys from the KH universe.

Mike : Rock on...B*tch!

*Heartless emblems are shown in his eyes*

[Night of Fate by Yoko Shimomura]

Penny : What the--Hey! That wasn't part of his programming!? What the heck happened to you Mike, who did this to you!?

Neoshadow : (voiced by Tony Sampson) *laughs evilly* What a nasty surprise to see a Brainiac and a pair of two witches playing with their toys. But too bad I had to fry his circuits to understand that he is a killing machine!

Ashley : You sounded familiar.

Kimial : I think he's voiced by one of them cartoon characters.

Neoshadow : (with Tony Sampson voice) Right the first time, ladies and germs! Good old Eddy is my voice. But as your reward finding some truth sounding that I'm a crazy lieutenant who also voices the man with the plan, I'll give you a quick death for 25 cents.

Ashley : Heh. You're the one to talk about money and scams, had you figured it out that voice of a cartoon character would be the voice of a crazy anime lieutentant like Karl Higgins. I thought so, you're just a heartless manipulating the voice of other cartoons characters that don't even make sense buying that garbage of yours.

Neoshadow : (Tony Sampson voice) Excuse me? Did you just insulted me who has intelligence?

Ashley : Oh did I stutter? You should already known that I've known cartoons on TV all the time and they're the bests that were made in America, Canada, and the rest of the world, but a voice for a crazy anime lieutenant sounded like you're crazy for scams and jawbreaks that will break your teeth and gums. You're a pathetic creature who does all the scams at the cul-de-sac, that's the way of life should be for all toons.

Neoshadow : (Tony Sampson voice) Oh goodie. Well, you're nothing but a little whining b*tch who wants to go home and cry to your mamas. Well it's time that someone to put you down, you little haunted yeller. Robo Mike attack!

Mike : WITH PLEASURE!

Penny : Mike! Snap out of it! It's me Penny! Crygor's granddaughter, remember!?

Ashley : Penny, we need to go! Forget about Mike.

Penny : But he's my grandfather's robot, we can't leave him behind. He is a machine with a heart deep down inside--

*Gun coocks*

Mike : *threatning* YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO LEAVE,

Penny : Okay, nevermind! I think we have a better solution then to evade the attack.

Ashley : You have a better plan on fighting those guys.

Penny : Right. Any better ideas.

Kimial : I think you have one.

Penny : Good. Then there's one option that we can do. It's time for the use the ultimate move or I'd like to make secret technique that we invented from that Joestar guy.

Ashley : What's it called?

Penny : It's called...RUN AWAY! *ZOOM!*

Ashley : Hey, Wait up! No fair!

Kimial : Don't leave without us!

*ZOOM x2*

Neoshadow : (Tony Sampson) What are you doing, you hunk of junk!? After them, follow their tail! I can't wait to let a bunch of hooligans going away to catch our scoop of the day. But when I say "Scoop", how about we scoop them away for the night itself. The awesomeness and powers of the night is "ours" to control!

Mike : BEGINNING FIRE! I...AM A KILLING MACHINE!

*GUNFIRING RAPIDLY*

Penny : Quickly! Get in here! Before he wipe us out!

Kimial : Okay! Ashley. Lead the way, ladies first.

Ashley : Halt. Not yet.

Kimial : Ashley, are you...?

Ashley : *smiles* Hey, what can I say? "Lady's first". See you on the front side! *Jumps into the Warp Pipe*

Kimial : Count me in, Ash! Wait for me! *Jumps into the warp pipe*

Mike : HALT! SURRENDER NOW OR PREPARE TO BE PERISHED!

Penny : Sorry, Mike. But I'm gonna find a way to reprogram you. But I can't let you shadow chumps get over to me and that's my exquisite revolution! Adios, Muchachos! *Jump* WOO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOO!!!

*Warp Pipe Sound*

Mike : TARGET LOST. ENEMEY ESCAPED.

Neoshadow : (with Tony Sampson voice) Why...Why those little brats! They have escaped! Talk about bunch girl power in sheep's clothing. But enough, I guarantee that we will begin our next target, time to take down the city of Tokyo, with a bomb that I set up to blow the place into smithereens! I will be the one that gives that lucky demonic bastard into his own rotten hell. Then we'll see who gets the last laugh! Simple as planned! *laughs evilly* I loved being the voice of a crazed person who goes out for scams and jawbreakers, but I don't mean jawbreakers, I meant the hearts of all that we scourge the night of this world! Too bad that the Ohkuboverse is a piece of garbage that doesn't exist anymore! Real World Au will be ours for the taking of this great and hellish night on earth! *laughs evilly*

"That heartless is one crazed villain"

"A man who is crazed for scams and jawbreakers?"

"Yeah, right. Heartless can be manipulative to humans, but they are some time funny and can be outsmarted by humans and witches."

"Don't worry...I'll be putting them out of the barrels...Soaked within their blood!"

"But the Demon of Darkness shall me this night eternal!"

~ Mission 2 : Return of the Heartless ~