#ipad kid joey

[basinmarvel]

ADDING THIS TO MY IPAD KID JOE AGENDA

[royaltea000]

Adult Knights Templar who’s corpse I’ve burnt and resurrected in the wrong order

TeuTemp smut doodles - https://freeimage.host/i/JsMuH7e

[joey-the-boy]

there are so many moments that make me realize that I have zero survival instincts but my favorite one is when there was a like 500 pound bear about 10 feet away from me and I had to be physically pulled away because I tried to get closer so I could get a better picture

[v6quewrlds]

Please. I need some good Joey B smut. Please! Maybe Joe and reader take a weekend trip together and leave the kids with his parents after a hectic week that happens to fall on a bye week. They just need some good reconnecting!

You sighed, your eyes still glued to the TV, watching the latest reality show drama unfold. You looked over at Joe, who was engrossed in his iPad at the edge of the bed. “You know, if you studied me as much as you do this damn playbook, you might score every night,” you teased, your voice laden with sarcasm.

Joe looked up, laughing softly as he set aside the iPad. “Oh?” He smirked, his blue eyes twinkling as you watched the wheels turn in his head. Suddenly, he stood and yanked you by your ankles down the bed. “If you needed me that bad, you could've just said so.”

You squealed, giggling as he sank to his knees in front of you. “But, you've been so busy,” you admitted quietly, the tiniest gasp escaping your lips as Joe parted your thighs, his breath hot against your skin.

Joe looked up, his gaze locking with yours. “Always got time for you,” he murmured, his voice low and earnest. He kissed your thigh gently, sending a shiver through your body.

He kissed his way up, his lips trailing a hot path to the juncture of your legs. Your heart rate picked up, and you felt your face grow warm. You leaned back into the bedsheets, biting your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise.

He lifted your oversized shirt over your head, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your brown skin revealed to him. You felt a thrill run down your spine as his fingers traced patterns on your stomach, the anticipation building.

“Joe,” you whispered, your voice weak with desire. “please.”

He smirked again, a hint of mischief playing on his lips. “What’s the rush?” He said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter. You wanted to laugh, you wanted to yell at him to hurry up, but instead, you just leaned in closer, your breath catching in your throat.

Joe took his time, savoring each moment as he slid your shorts down your legs. His hands were gentle, yet firm, as they explored your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of his touch overwhelming you. It was like floating on a cloud of desire, and you didn’t want it to end.

“Look at me,” Joe murmured against your skin, his breath sending chills down your spine. You nodded slightly, a silent agreement to let him lead. His hands worked to pull your panties aside, dipping his head to taste you. Your eyes widened, watching him with a mix of surprise and excitement. His tongue danced along your folds, indulging in your taste as if it were a treat made just for him.

Your breath hitched as Joe’s hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as he picked up the pace. The sound of your moans filled the quiet room, echoing off the walls as Joe’s mouth worked its magic. Your grip tightened on the bedsheets, your hips attempting to buck upward to meet his mouth.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” you managed to say, your voice strained as Joe’s mouth continued to work wonders. He just chuckled, the vibration of his laughter adding to the pleasure. His thumbs gently caressed the tops of your thighs, his eyes carefully taking in every twitch of your expression.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until you felt like you were going to explode. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body arching off the bed as Joe’s tongue flicked and teased, bringing your closer and closer to the edge.

“Joe, I’m gonna—” you panted, your voice barely above a whisper. He just hummed in response, the vibration of his mouth sending you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm shot through you like a rocket, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, as waves of pleasure rolled over you.

“There you go, baby, there's my girl,” Joe murmured, his voice a gentle rumble as your body slowly came down from the high. He kissed your inner thigh before standing up and stripping out of his own clothes. You watched him work with half-lidded eyes, admiring the muscular form that was revealed as the fabric fell away.

He climbed back onto the bed, his body pressing against yours, his length making its eager presence known. You laughed, feeling the warmth of his skin against your own. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders and biceps. Joe took you in, his gaze roaming your pretty face, the softness of your plush lips, and the way your eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

“Tell me how you want it,” Joe whispered, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance, eyes fluttering shut as he attached his lips to your jaw.

Your eyes widened for a brief second, a smoldering heat igniting in them. “Just like that,” you murmured, your voice a sweet surrender to the moment.

[mazepie]

If BASEketball came out this year, I swear Joey would most definitely be an IPad kid.

(And no I’m not talking about Coop. I mean the kid Jenna is taking care of.)

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

I made some “character cameo” toons for Sammy and Norman for CoJDS (Curse of Joey Drew Studios) so here we have Sam and Norm!

Sam the mute composer: Sam is an angel, he was in heaven’s choir with Alice but after she left for earth and began interacting with Bendy and gang he started questioning if he actually belonged in heaven. It was after spending a week on earth with all the creatures and hearing all the fun music that he decided to leave. He he was punished and forced to leave his voice behind but his music and Sign language (he knows ASL) are all he needs to communicate with others and live a good life.

Norm the cat: this trickster feline did odd jobs as light tech and projectionist in multiple theatres and opera houses until he met Sam. The angel offered him a stable job in exchange for a place to stay after leaving heaven. Norm accepted and they became fast friends (and perhaps more). He loves listening to Sam play the piano and knows ASL because of his deaf sister.

The design of Sam’s injuries/punishment are meant to reflect the Twisted Alice of the studio and a lost one as the episodes with these two would air when the New studio gets opened in the 70’s to 80’s.

[umepnnn]

astro observation ii

!! 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ¡¡ they're only personal observations so take what resonates <3 the entire chart matters! — this one's kinda long XD enjoyyyyy

observations made using tropical placidus house system unless specified! i don't own any images in this post :">

⤷ previous astro notes by me (aka @umepnnn) ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

we all know aquarius people as trend-setters right? but if they're late to a trend they won't join 😭 only until it dies down and they start it again. same goes with prominent uranus.

7H mercury people remember their crushes birthdays better than of their friends'.

remember taurus placements & 2H virgos with a keen sense of smell and taste? i notice that they have a specific scent(s) they like too.

me when asked "what scents do you like?": the smell of books, shampoo, etc.

them with the same question: *inserts that one specific perfume brand and name*

and when we go to sephora they'll be at the perfume section testing and smelling every scent while i'm just🧍‍♀️

aquarius placements have a lot of hot goss on people (doesn't mean they gossip/bad-mouth others, they just know things - like being in the inner circle).

saturn - moon harsh aspects during childhood they might have secluded themselves from their family.

like avoiding family dinners and eating alone at a different time or always staying in their room

pisces kids usually want to have their own independent room.

THEY NEED ALONE TIME

they don't feel comfortable being themselves around others, so sharing a room with someone is a no no

unless they spend the whole day somewhere else and only go back to the shared room at night then maybe

aquarius placements usually have (& buy) a lot of electronic devices.

like 2 phones in different models, 2 ipads, 2 airpods, or a laptop but they'd also buy a bluetooth mouse and/or keyboard

pisces & aquarius placements likes gaming and bingeing movies.

aquarius placements do things for no reason. if you ask them why they did something, expect to get a *genuine* "i don't even know" response.

aquarius placements are good with technology, and could even be talented at coding.

the sign on your 3H cusp can show what your fingers and fingernails look like.

air signs: BEAUTIFUL hands, big and clean cut nails

fire signs: short (usually bitten) fingernails, small tiny nails

earth signs: long nails as they rarely cut it, likes getting their nails done (no need for acrylics because they already have their long ass nails 😭)

water signs: size of nails varies, fingers are curvy/can be bent easily

3H gemini can mimic others' handwritings easily, also art (imitating the hand movements).

pisces, capricorn, scorpio – they are attracted to people with emo dark aesthetics, eboy/egirl kinda type.

random thought but earth signs make up a tree.

capricorn: the seed — planting requires a lot of hard work and effort to grow (cardinal & saturn energy)

taurus: the tree — keeps growing & rooted at the same place, preserves through the weather (fixed energy)

virgo: the leaves — transitions, adapts and changes colors every season (mutable energy)

pisces are the type to sleep right after they come home from work or school.

the cleanest, tidiest, most organized person i know has a 6H stellium of sun, pluto, and mercury.

absolutely NO fingerprints on their laptop screen & their room is always tidy + decorated

if a virgo likes you, expect TONS of gift-giving (food or like practical stuff) and acts of service.

mars conjunct asc often have reddish cheeks.

༄˖ ࣪⭑ 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 !!

cancer risings' eyes remind me of tim burton's cartoons. big round eyes that's bulging out a bit and possibly could just POP out (inserts joey-tribbiani-shocked-face.jpg).

cancer risings have wide and prominent forehead that really stands out when you look at them (kinda like a crab's shell!), and especially as they age it gets even widerrr.

i kept looking at matt leblanc's (joey tribbiani) and matthew perry's (chandler bing) forehead when i was bingeing on friends and now i finally know why

*i made a mistake when compiling these cancer rising celebrities! matthew perry actually has leo ascendant at 10° although he's still a cancer rising in vedic ehe 👀

makes me wonder if leighton meester (gossip girl's blair waldorf <333) is a cancer rising cuz i kept staring at her forehead xD plus the BIG eyes

cancer risings (sometimes) move like strands of noodles, kinda lanky and squiggly with their arms and legs.

i noticed that many cancer risings like plants and they take very good care of it.

cancer risings just give off super kind and comforting vibes <3

i love cancer risings so much and cancers in general, they're usually the one to randomly check up on you to make sure your feeling okay 🥺

pisces risings have dreamy tired-looking eyes, but when they SMILE it's just 🥺🥰💘💘✨ their eye smiles 😭💘 will 🤛 literally 🤛 make 🤛 you go soft

also when pisces risings smile, they usually have softer round corners of their mouth and their upper teeth are usually a bit forward, widee smiles btw.

pisces risings, especially women, are often asked "are you ok? you look sick" 💀💀

i mean "no we're just not wearing makeup" – from experience

leo risings got that gang leader type of vibe.

leo risings (that i know), LOVES branded clothing and everything designer brands.

and even for unnecessary things like a louis vuitton phone case, a chanel strap for the suitcase handle, a prada glasses then another glasses but in louis vuitton so they can choose which one to wear depending on their mood

i was wondering why my leo rising best friend is SOO LEO RISING, until i noticed that she's also a leo rising in her sidereal chart LMAO (cuz her tropical leo ascendant is at 26° so when it moves back in vedic it's still in leo 💀)

no i did not just roast her with the branded things

that's why leo risings are BIG BIG spenders.

and also why they have BIG generous hearts <333 they're very self-less people, like if you both want something they'd let you have it first.

she (♌︎ asc) and i (♓︎ asc) were also roommates and her room is always bright while mine's always dark.

even the room placements – her room would have more sunlight through her windows than mine (we didn't choose the rooms).

another pisces rising i know also tend to have dim bed lights in their room.

i have a virgo rising friend and at first i'm like ??? cuz she doesn't look like one (mostly appearance – she does have the mercurian nervousness). then i saw she's a leo rising in sidereal and finally 🧩puzzles are solved🧩 she has rectangular head shape and veryy thick bouncy hair.

˴ ✦ THE ASC GUESSING CORNER !!

my guesses on their rising signs are entirely based on how i felt about their vibes and appearance :) little to no analysis. i cannot guarantee accuracy at all lol anyways give it a guess if you want !!

① sulli – pisces rising

looked soft 24/7, probably could be because her pisces stellium too (mercury, mars, saturn in pisces). if she's a pisces rising then the stellium would be in her first house! shows how direct she was, how she wasn't afraid to voice her opinions, and especially how she expressed her personality/color in a creative pisces way. anyhow, very talented and creative, with a smile that makes me go soft everytime :"<

② lee yumi – pisces rising (and maybe aquarius)

our lovely player 240 in squid game, yes she reminds me of sulli, ethereal vibes, soft, gives you a "wanna protecc" her kinda feels, alien-ish as well. i think she could be a tropical pisces rising and a vedic aquarius rising. it's also bc the way she smiled in this ig video – lowkey reminded me of someone i know who smiles like that in videos + have those placements above. but the way she smiled in the photo up there also reminds me of someone else i know lollolo and fun fact she has the same birthday with another friend of mine. omg she reminds me of so many people – now i'm even more convinced (the aquarius rising thing and how they're mistaken for a lot of people – @jojoangelley's observation).

③ lee jungjae – cancer rising

mr. gihun player 456 ! first of all, the forehead staring thing 💀 and the big eyes. tho they are a bit droopy/down-turned they're still BIG. his overall vibe is warm & nurturing. and when he smiled omg it feels so wholesome and heartwarming sosbj could be a little bit influenced by his character in squid game but that's just how i felt when i saw him.

④ leighton meester - cancer rising

veryyy BIGG EYES. and then i stare at her forehead quite a lot (i'm sorry idk what's with me and the staring at people's forehead thing but many of them do turn out to be cancer risings XDDD) her blair waldorf role in gossip girl is a toxic mean character lowk obsessive BUT im soft for her ndksn she's like a cinnamon bun 🥺 instant liking w her since the beginning (which happens to me when i meet cancer risings)

⑤ jung jaewon - cancer rising

hehe i already mentioned him in the previous astro observation but gonna do it again cuz now i'm more certain with my guess 😈 BIG ROUND eyes again and he has this thing where he emphasizes his eyes during interviews – when he listens to the questions his eyes kinda widens a little, generally many eye movements – which actually looks kinda nervous (air sign thingy) AND it made me think of the possibility of having a tropical cancer rising and a vedic gemini rising ;) not sure tho! just maybe. and i also remember reading somewhere that the sun shows appearance more? so at first i thought his wide forehead was because of his aries sun but now that i know cancer risings' foreheads...

tiny fact :: jaewon and sulli were born on the same day, month, and year! only different cities & time.

that's all for this time's observations! i hope you enjoyed it and reblogs are 10000000% appreaciated (о´∀`о) feel free to comment down your thoughts <3

remember :: this are just personal observations, might not be accurate + other aspects or placements from the rest of the chart can affect it differently ^^

➤ visit previous astro notes ›› masterlist for more!

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[multifandoms27-blog]

Seto Kaiba pre-relationship headcanons pt. 2

Content: MORE SETOOOOO <3

Warnings: Uhhh none I don't think

Notes: Part 2 hehe. Part 1 here

~*~*~*

OKAY. So to add on to before, I don't think Kaiba would pay a whole lot of attention to you until he finally gets some time off to go on a vacation with Mokuba, and Mokuba wants you to come with

It's clear that the younger Kaiba brother looks up to you so much already, and he texts you while you're in school all the time, so much that Kaiba's had to tell him to stop so you can focus on your studies

Mokuba actually gave Seto your number, he just has yet to text you back lol

So, Seto agrees to let you come along on the vacation. He texts you during school (after he just told Mokuba not to smh) and just fucking tells you that you're going. Doesn't check to see if it's okay LMFAO

You're just kinda staring at your phone before texting your parents/guardians that you'll be going on vacay with the Kaiba's.

(Forgive me, I've never been outside of America so I don't know what this is like) Seto and Mokuba are set on going to the Carribean, so you packed your bags and went with them

Seto, now relaxing by the poolside while you and Mokuba play in the pool, he's scrolling through social media on his iPad when he gets hit on the head with a beach ball

He looks up and Mokuba is hiding behind you, both of you looking terrified

He puts the iPad down. “Yes?”

“U-Umm…maybe put the tech down and…spend time with us?” You say, not so confidently.

"I have wor-"

"But it's a vacation, Kaiba." You retort. "C'mon...live a little. At least for Mokuba?"

Seto sighs and puts the iPad down, taking off his shirt and jumping into the pool, splashing both of you.

Seto is actually surprisingly easy to get along with, as seen when he resurfaced and immediately pounced on you and Mokuba.

"You wanted me to put down the tech!" He says.

Seto will take pictures of you, him and Mokuba before going out on dinners or to nearby beaches, or just even out anywhere. Seto's actually big on capturing the moment, change my mind.

When he posts the pictures, he'll tag you in them, surprising everybody at home. Joey would comment some shit like “WOAH (nickname) YOU WEREN’T KIDDING 🤯🤯🤯”

If Seto finds you two asleep, he'll drape a blanket over the two of you (and may just give you a lil smooch on the forehead before reeling back and being like "wtf why did I do that")

He'd also be watching a movie with you two and Mokuba falls asleep, leaning against you. You both snicker and make sure the blanket is keeping him warm.

"Thank you, Kaiba. For the vacation." You beam tiredly.

"Hm? Of course." Seto responds.

"Can I lean against you...? I'm a little tired..." You'd yawn.

"mhm." Seto nods, not taking his eyes off of the movie.

You lean against him, head on his shoulder, and you slowly fall asleep on him. He'd look down at you and give you a soft smile, once again leaning in and kissing your forehead, less shocked that he did it this time.

Mokuba catches on to Seto's growing feelings for you before he does, and teases him about it.

"You like (Y/n)!"

"What? Mokuba, that's preposterous."

"Admit it! You like her!"

"No, I do not!"

"Okay, so you wont mind if she goes on a date with Yugi, hm?" Mokuba smirks.

"Don't you dare!" Seto retorts.

"HA!"

Once y'all get back home, there's already many rumors that you and Seto are dating. Now people at school hang off of you like tree sap on a tree trunk.

Seto doesn't answer the rumors. Mokuba is begging him to just ask you out, Seto is trying to figure out his feelings, and you're wondering why Seto hasn't answered the rumors yet. It's a mess.

Eventually, Seto finally mans up.

He comes home late once again, you're just scrolling through your phone on the couch.

"What're you still doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you, Seto."

"Fitting. I also have something I need to talk to you about." He's fucking nervous.

"You go first, then."

Seto then confesses how he feels about you, and how he wants to pursue a romantic relationship with you.

"...Well that partially goes along with what I was gonna say."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I was gonna say, either deny or confirm those dating rumors and either reject me or date me."

Guess you're dating now <3

Probably gonna make part 3?

[princeprince81]

Adventure#53: Chicken Pot Cum Drinks

Continuation from last story, we went for our Chicken Pot late lunch after our hot sweaty morning activities. (Which mall you all go find out yourself ba). The plan is after lunch then we come back to bath.

The mall is rather quiet, probably due to covid and also the thunderstorm. Joey is in her black tube (bra less as the tube is rather tight le), with a jacket over it, a pair of old denim shorts from BKK with loose opening and tiny black thongs.

Surprisingly there is a small queue outside chicken pot due to the cold weather. We joined the queue and wait for our turn.

While waiting for our turn, we saw my ex retired boss (chinese in his 60s), with his grandson, queuing slightly behind us.

"Isn't that C?" Joey asked as she recognised him, since she always joined me for the company events previously.

"Ya, he shiok lo. Retired liao and now can relax with grandson." I replied and I waved at him.

"Hello, nice to see u guys around. You all stayed around here too?" C came over to talk to us. "Long queue sia today"

"Ya, we just shifted into this area recently. Why not you join us lo with your grandson. Almost our turn anyway" Joey offered.

C went back to get his grandson and joined us at the table as we got our table, a corner bench table for 4. Me and C on 1 side while Joey and C's grandson on the other.

The first half of the lunch was normal, we were chatting about old times while C grandson ate quietly while watching his ipad (kids nowadays).

Halfway through the lunch, Joey is getting hot as I saw her unzipping her jacket. C who was sitting diagonally opposite Joey obviously saw her glistening cleavage and said "Hot right. This kind of weather eat this the best. Eat liao will sweat out."

Joey nodded gently and continued with her food. I can tell that Joey is being careful so that her jacket will not expose too much of her cleavage and her nipples through her tight tube as she is not wearing bra.

Then suddenly C's grandson ipad slipped from the stand and onto the table. Instinctively Joey stretched out to catch it, but at the same time hit the grandson's bowl. As a result, spilling the food and soup onto the table, and spoon onto the floor.

"See la. How you eat. Tell you don't watch ipad when u eat" C chided his grandson as he reached under to retrieve the spoon. After a long while, trying to reach for the spoon, I also bent over to try help C.

What a view we were seeing. Joey was sitting cross legged (her habit) with her black thongs clearly in view from the loose openings of the short shorts. No wonder C is taking his time. To make things worse, the spoon is right at the corner below Joey and C was squatting under the table reaching out for it, with his face right smack in front of Joey pussy. I am sure he can see glimpse of her pussy and even smell her sweaty and wet pussy which has just been fucked and cummed into.

Finally C emerged from under the table with his face all red. Joey is almost done cleaning up the mess on the table, with the help of the staff. By then, her jacket is already wide opened, cleavage in clear view with nipples clearing showing thru the thin black tube.

"Sorry for the mess. Thanks for cleaning up Joey." C apologised as we continued with the chatting and lunch. Nothing much happening.

"It's a pity here don't serve alcohol, if not we can enjoy better." I commented.

"Ya, I have a bottle of xo in my car. Sometimes bring to restaurant to drink. Still got 3/4 left. If you don't mind we can go your new place for second round." C offered.

Joey and me agreed as we headed over to our new place.

Once at the new place, we proceed with the usual of show flat walk around before settling at the sofa for our XO. By then, C's grandson is tired and fell asleep, so we let him nap on our bed.

Joey and C is seated on each corner of the small 2 seater while I sat on the floor in between them. "Looks like you are doing fine. Got pretty house and wife. That's good." C commented.

"No la, house so so only leh boss. Thanks to your guidance also ma. You more lucky. Can retire early and relax life now. Thanks for the XO also. Quite nice." I replied.

"Then wife leh? Haha." Joey interrupted as she adjusted her legs up onto the sofa and sat crossed legged. She must be getting high. As she was adjusting her position, once again, the tiny black thongs is visible from the loose openings of the shorts.

C eyes lit up as he replied, "Wife confirm good la. Pretty also la. Happy wife happy life ma. Cheers."

Soon we are almost finishing the bottle with C enjoying his views. By then Joey already dozed off on the sofa, with her head leaning against the arm rest, legs curled back towards C, showing the curvature of her round butt and butt cheeks.

C's grandson woke up and walked over as we finished up the last glass. He was standing in front of the sofa where Joey's butt was and tapping C with his sleepy eyes and spoke softly, "Yeye. I am hungry le. Can we go back?"

C bent forward, turned his ears closer towards his grandson's mouth and said, "Sorry boy, yeye cannot hear clearly. What did u say?" Unknowingly by doing so, C also ended up very close to Joey's butt with his nose almost at the opening.

It's pretty obvious that C is also awkward and turned on by it, as I can see a small bulge appearing in his shorts. At this distance and opening, he can definitely see glimpse of Joey's wet pussy and thongs and maybe even the ass hole. He can also smell the musky, sweaty pussy smell after our morning session of packing and fucking at home and also sweating at chicken pot.

What it seems like a short question from the grandson feels like an eternity. "Oh ah... Okok. Ah. Let's go back." C replied as he slowly stood up reluctantly.

"Joey is so tired ah. Haha. It's ok, let her sleep. We make our way first. Thank you for having us." C stood up and left.

I went back to the living and started clearing up. Joey is still well asleep with her position unchanged. What a sexy sight and I felt horny again after the drinking. I sat down next to her and adjusted my position and angle to be as where C was. Indeed I can see her butt and pussy clearly. I took a deep long sniff. Wow the smell is very obvious too. I continue to enjoy the smell and sight as my cock gets harder.

Then I slowly slid one hand in and caress her sexy round butt, also sliding my fingers along her barely covered pussy while stroking my cock with the other.

"Hmm.. Ahhh.." Joey let up a soft moan as she stirred from her sleep.

I slowly removed her shorts, leaving her in just the thongs and then slowly parted her legs. There she is, semi naked at the bottom, on the sofa with her legs wide apart.

As carefully as I could, I slowly ran my tongue along her wet pussy, savouring the salty pussy taste, tongue fucking her at times.

"Ahhh.. Hmm ahhh dirty ahh. Leh. .. Ahh" Joey moaned as she is enjoying with her eyes closed. "Nice.. Hmm..... Hmm.."

Seeing her getting wet enough, I inserted 2 fingers in one swift action as I continued licking her. That got her startled as she sat up.

"Ahh.. No... Ahhh. Its you ah. Scared me." Joey said in relief. "Where is C? Ahh...... Ok... Havent.. Ahh. Bathe leh.. Dirty.. Ahh"

I ignored her question and continue finger fucking and licking her pussy. "Your hubby is drunk and sleeping in the room ahhh. What a hot wife you are. Sexy big butt. Your chee bye taste so nice. So salty. Smells musky. Can smell the pee, sweat, pussy juice and cum smell." I began to role play.

"Noo not here C. Ahh. I haven't bathe.. Ahh.. Not there. This morning sweating. Ahh. No.. Ahhh.. Wet le.. Ahh." Joey joined in the role play as she is already turned on by then.

"You want it too right. Ahh. Wear so shorts and so small piece of thongs, teasing me since at chicken pot already. U horny little girl. What a naughty and dirty chee bye u have.又臭又骚." I stood up and placed my unwashed cock next to her mouth. "Come and let me enjoy too. You deserved this dirty cock too. Come enjoy the taste."

She bent forward and sucked my dirty cock in one go. It feels so wet and warm in her mouth. "Hmm ah.. Smelly. 好臭。好咸。ahhh. Ahhhh." she commented.

"You deserved the taste. Come let me give up more." I took my cock out, turned her over in doggy position on the sofa and fuck her hard. "So wet but still tight. Ahh. Ahh fucking wet u horny girl. You like it right. Getting rammed by my old cock. What a nice wet ass hole u have too. Its nicely lubricated by your juices le. You like it here?" I slowly push one finger into her wet ass hole as I continue to doggy her.

"Noo. Ahh. Not... Ahh. 屁股 dirty. Ahh not the ass.. Ahh. So wet.. Ahhh ahh. Le... So... Easy.. Ahh go in.. Ahh fucking..ahh my ass.. Ahh." Joey moaned out loud as I trying to make up what she is trying to say.

I continue finger fucked her ass while doggy her hard. All we can hear are our moans and piaking sounds. I fasten my pumping and fingering as we reaching climax. I took my cock out and cummed onto her ass, just outside her ass hole as she orgasmed together. She slumbered down with her head resting on the sofa seat with her ass still high up, while I stood there recovering and watch the cum slowly slid down onto her puckering ass hole and fucked pussy. What a sight.

We rested for a few more minutes before bathing together for the day. What a tiring day.

[chickensarentcheap]

Never Gonna Be Alone - Chapter 36

Title: Empty

Warnings: profanity, some angst

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @tragiclyhip, @miss-smutty, @alievans007​

He watches her as she stands in front of the Christmas tree; countless strings of light bathing pale, smooth skin in a multicoloured glow. She’s at her most beautiful during moments like this; enjoying silence and the relief and relaxation that comes with a warm and comfy house, clad in an oversized plaid nightshirt and her hair slightly damp from a much needed and deserved soak in the tub. She’s always been naturally beautiful; appearing much younger than her actual age and make up only taking away from her features instead of accenting or showcasing them. She’d been perfectly at home in Australia right from the start and had easily adapted to -and adopted- the casual ‘beach’ vibe; constantly bare foot and clad in tanks and shorts with wind swept hair and sun kissed cheeks and the hint of salt lingering on her skin.

While she’d been breathtaking from the very moment he’d laid eyes on her, she’s only become even more so over the years; his love for her growing with each passing day and bringing with it a new found wonderment for every inch of her. Body thicker now; cheeks rounder, breasts fuller, hips wider and curves in all the right places. It’s an appreciation made stronger by not only a strong and seemingly unbreakable bond, but a friendship as well; his truest and most loyal confidant and the keeper of his deepest and darkest secrets and his biggest and most fervent supporter. And the mother of his children. Willingly giving him the large brood that he so desperately had graved; selflessly sacrificing her own body and allowing it to become a safe haven for all the incredible little human beings that would grow and thrive inside of her. Watching someone grow bigger with your child and then become a mother brings on a whole new level of adoration and respect; putting them even higher on the pedestal that you long ago constructed for them.

Her body sways from side to side; slowly and rhythmically in an attempt to keep Tabby quiet and content. The baby had spent the better part of an hour extremely unsettled; fussy and irritable as she continued to fight sleep without the comfort of either parent. They’d offered to keep both children and Ovi and Riya had jumped at the chance; planning on coffee and dessert at an all night cafe close to their home in Queens. With two little ones and his hectic and overwhelming schedule at the hospital, it makes it nearly impossible for them to get any alone time together; much needed considering the several months of non stop wedding planning and the stress and headaches that had accompanied it. Ovi would return for his daughters -and for breakfast with the family- in the morning; Tabby accompanying him and Tanner to the American Museum of Natural History while Micki got to enjoy time with grandpa and lunch and a shopping spree at the American Doll store.

The time together as a family is rare; thousands of miles and a handful of different time zones separating them. Moving to New York City simply out of the question; neither Tyler or any of the kids fully able to get comfortable and happy in a much bigger and chaotic place. Australia is where their hearts are; their dream home tucked away at the end of a gravel street and accompanied by acres of both forest and beach. It’s quiet and it’s relatively secluded; giving him the privacy that he craves and the sense of the security that he needs in regards to his family. And while Esme had spent years living in the Big Apple and had loved her time there and once dreamed endlessly about going back and finding an area to settle down in, those feelings have long dissipated. Content with simply visiting a handful of times throughout the year; getting to experience the different seasons and enjoying the magic of a white Christmas and loving the convenience of being somewhere so vast and populated.

He had mentioned it a time or two; perhaps moving back to the States and calling the brownstone their permanent residence while using their home in Cooktown as their ‘getaway’ spot. But she’d vehemently argued against it; not keen on the idea of permanently living in her country of origin. Her happiness and her own sense of peace long ago settled Down Under; falling in love with the people and experiencing genuine awe and wonderment with every stunning sunset and brilliant sunrise. It’s where her heart is. Where it always HAS been. She left it behind years ago when they’d been forced to flee; her happiness lingering in that little two bedroom apartment that they’d called home. It hadn’t been much; the rooms shockingly small and filled with second hand furniture. But it’s where their love for each other had been fully discovered; getting to know each other -outside of sex- while he recovered from the wounds suffered in Dhaka and she’d been growing and nurturing their child inside of her.

Most of all, he’d enjoyed having her -the love of his life- in his homeland; marvelling at how she so effortlessly blended in, proud of how not only the locals so willingly and easily accepting and falling in love with her, but how she handled being thousands of miles away from her own home. Although he was -and still is- notoriously private and withdrawn, she made acquaintances so easily; Aussies quickly drawn to that bubbly personality and that cheerful and positive outlook on life despite everything she’d been through. She’d taken the place by storm; falling in love with her new life and thriving in the environment and getting up every day ready to tackle the mountain of change just dropped into her lap. Her dreams still haunted by what had taken place in Bangladesh, but her heart still so open and accepting; taking every opportunity to explore everything around her and quickly returning to loving life and everything in it. And even on the hardest of days, she’d never fail to make him smile. The way she’d giggle when learning all the slang words or how her nose would crinkle in disgust and she’d give a long, drawn out ‘ewwww’ whenever he attempted to turn her into a Vegemite lover. The fascination in her eyes whenever they’d hit up a zoo or a wildlife reserve and she’d get to come face to face with some of Australia’s most famous of creatures; crying when she got to hold an orphaned koala and then staring in absolute amazement when a kangaroo Joey hopped over and ate goodies straight out of her hand. Even at the beach she was like a little kid on Christmas morning; not quite enjoying the feeling of the sand between her toes, but marvelling at the expanse of the ocean and the way the sunlight sparkled on the water.

Even now she remains in awe of the life she’d been given; he still sees that disbelief that captures her face during a particularly stunning sunset. Mesmerized -and even moved to tears- by the colours; vivid shades of purple, pink and orange. Always expressing how grateful she is. In awe that she’d been given such an amazing opportunity; an incredible life in a beautiful place with someone that loves and worships her and children that absolutely adore her.

He doesn’t speak as he joins her; placing both hands on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to the back of her head. He savours the moment. Eyes closed and his palms running up and down her arms; face buried in her hair as he deeply inhales the familiar yet still alluring scent that clings to those dark, damp tresses. And with a peck to the cheek he steps alongside of her; hand moving to her shoulder as he tucks her tightly into her side.

“She okay?”

Esme nods, then smiles down at the little one resting along her arm. Still fighting sleep but quiet and content; snuggled tightly into her grandmother’s chest and wrapped tightly in Addie’s well loved blanket. “She is now. You just had a bit of a hard time, didn’t you Tabby. You were just missing momma.”

He moves his hand down and settles it on her hip. Reaching across her with the other, a callused palm rests gently on the top of the baby’s head; his thumb smoothly and repeatedly brushing against her brow. Tabby gives a content sigh and long yawn in response; enormous brown eyes -constantly fluttering as they continue their valiant battle to stay open- staring up at him.

Esme tugs the faded and tattered blanket upwards, smoothing it around Tabby's tiny body.

“Everyone asleep?”

“The oldest are still awake. I told them to keep it down. So they wouldn’t wake the littles up. I might have threatened them a couple times; told them I’d take their tablets away AND throw them...the kids...not the iPads...out into the snow.”

“Might work for a little bit. I think they’re used to you by now ; they know daddy is full of empty threats.”

“Guess it will really shock the shit out of them when I finally do act on it and out they go.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it. I’ll probably be the one that snaps first and DOES offer them as sacrifices to the sharks.”

“That threat held in there longer than I thought it would. We still have three that fall for it.”

“Let’s hope it continues for a little while more. She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Esme muses, beaming down at the baby and then up at him. “Absolutely perfect.”

“She is,” he agrees, and places a lingering kiss to his wife’s temple.

“And so beautiful,” she looks down at their granddaughter once more. “Just like her mommy.”

“And like her grandma.”

She gives a quiet laugh and looks up at him. It’s always there; all that love and adoration and pride that she possesses for him. It never fails to make his breath catch; overwhelmed by the amount of blind faith and trust that she holds for him. “As much as I appreciate you feeding my ego, that compliment would only work if we were biologically related.”

“Doesn’t matter, babe. You’re beautiful. And I love you. So fucking much.”

“Christmas time always gets you right in the feels, doesn’t it,” she teases, and then moves to stand in front of him; body pressed tightly into his and the back of her head resting against his chest.

“Not just Christmas lately. A lot of things, it seems.”

“I like it. When you’re sweet and sappy.” She tilts her head back to look up at him, a soft smile curving her lips. “And adorable.”

“You know, I SHOULD divorce you for that. Of all the insults you’ve hurled at me…”

“I swear you’d rather me call you a dick head or a shit for brains. Accept it, you’re adorable. You will never, EVER, change my mind. And divorce me? You’d never. You’d miss me way too much. You’d miss me and all my bullshit.”

“I actually would. Would you miss mine? All my crap?”

“I don’t know about that. You CAN be really tiring.”

He frowns.

“I’m kidding. I would take every single ounce of your bullshit over not having you around. You’re relatively tame, considering. Everything you've been through? All the shit handed to you since you were a kid? You could be A LOT worse.”

“That’s a compliment, yeah? I THINK that’s a compliment.”

“It definitely is. When I think about what you've been through? From the time you were little until now? It’s remarkable. That you’re as normal and sane as you are.”

Smirking, he leans down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Did you really put me and normal and sane in the same sentence?”

“Considering what your father did to you, being in the army and out there in war zones, AND being a mercenary? Babe, you’re lucky to be how you are. You realize that, right? That you could be SO much worse. You could have totally gone in another direction; when it comes to your personal life. You could have easily turned out violent and aggressive and a complete prick. You know how many times I saw that? You know how many mercenaries I came in contact that were horrible, horrible people? Ninety nine percent of them. You? You were...ARE...a total study in contradiction.”

“I guess I never thought about it that way. How much worse things could be. I could be.”

“You could have turned out to be the worst case scenario. You could have been one those that actually LOVED killing other people. Just thrived and got off on the violence and the bloodshed. You could have turned out to be like Gaspar.”

“That’s a little...unsettling.”

“Right? He was nuts. A total sociopath. Look how quick he was to backstab you! Someone he’d known for years! Someone who’d saved his life! He was ready to kill you. To get to me and Ovi. All because you WEREN’T like him. And don’t even get me started on that whole killing doves thing. DOVES. The bird of peace! What the hell kind of person kills THEM?”

“A pretty messed up one.”

“My point exactly. He WAS messed up. Huge. And you could have so easily gone that way. Especially hanging around him. Having him for a friend? That could have been bad news.”

“First off, he wasn’t really what I’d call a friend. It's not like I saw him outside of work. I never visited him, he never visited me, we never talked on the phone or texted or anything like that. Any interaction I had with him was done on the job. And when I WAS around him? I was drunk. That’s what we had in common. Getting wasted.”

“The way he acted and the way he talked, you would have thought you’d been friends since the two of you were in diapers. I still can’t believe he screwed you like he did. You SAVED his ass. And that’s how repays you? Like what the hell?”

“Babe, it’s a long time ago. And yeah, it sucks. It was a bitch move on his part. But I was never, EVER, going to go along with what he wanted.”

“I only asked that once. Five years ago. If you even considered it for a second. I never meant to suggest you were that person Tyler. And I still feel like shit for that. I never meant to hurt you. And I know what I said did. And I’m still sorry I ever said it.”

“Trust me, there’s a long list of things I’m sorry for. Things that I kick myself in the ass for every day. I regret EVER taking you and the kid there.”

“You were just doing what you thought was best. We didn’t really have options, did we. There was really nowhere else for us to go. No way you could have known what he was going to do. It’s not your fault, Tyler. The way things ended up. I’ve never blamed you for any of it.”

“I know.” Curling his arm around her waist, he drops a kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s stop this where it is, yeah? There’s no need to talk about it. It was thirteen years ago almost. And I know you’re still pissed and you’re having a hard time getting over some of the stuff that happened. I get it. There’s still shit that bothers me. But can we at least let it lie for now? Until we get home? And bring this all up at therapy? That’s the place it needs to be brought up, don’t you think?”

“You’re right. This is definitely not the place and certainly not the time. Not when I’ve got this little sweetie with me.” She smiles down at the baby in her arms; body commencing its slow and smooth swaying. And she places a hand on Tabby’s stomach; all five fingers immediately curling around one of hers. “He did good, huh? Ovi?”

Tightening his hold on her, he rests his chin on the top of her head. “He did real good. He’s come a long way that’s for sure.”

“He really has. He’s a man now. With his own family. He’s going to be a DOCTOR. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday; trying to keep him calm in that factory in Dhaka. Now he’s living in Queens and he’s got a soon to be wife and two beautiful little girls. How did that happen? How did he grow up so fast? It’s like I blinked and he went from boy to man.”

“It’s been almost thirteen years, Me. As hard as that is to believe. And a lot’s happened in that thirteen years.”

“You’re not kidding me. If someone had told me, when I walked out of your place, that you were going to go from being my fake husband to my real one? I would have told them they were nuts. That was so not on my radar; getting into a serious relationship, never mind MARRYING someone.”

He nuzzles the tip of his nose against her ear, then presses a kiss to the lobe. “I knew it. You really did just want me for my body. Sex. That’s all I was to you. A piece of ass.”

“Maybe at first,” she admits, and then giggles when he playfully nips at the side of her neck. “But somewhere between the third and sixth orgasm, I realized that hey, maybe there IS something to be had out of all this.”

“So basically you came to that on the first day. Because if I do remember correctly, we didn’t just get down to business once. And you were on your fifth orgasm by the second round, so…”

“I realized very quickly that there was something different about you. Something that you didn’t let many people see. You weren’t like anyone I’d ever met on the job. Especially other mercenaries. You were special, Tyler Rake. I recognized that pretty early on.”

“Man, your standards really WERE low.”

“My standards happened to be very high, thank you very much. Which is why I went on my eighteen month sexual sabbatical after Mark. So what does that tell you? You had to do something awesome to get me to break. And you broke me right quick, let me tell you. I actually thought maybe you would break me a couple times, actually. Physically speaking.”

“You shocked me. That someone so tiny could take so much. From a guy so much bigger. You weren’t scared? Not once? Not even when I grabbed you by the neck?”

“Nope. I’ve never had a reason to be scared of you. Not even back then. I saw it in your eyes; you weren’t trying to hurt me. You were trying to protect yourself. You didn’t want me getting too close. And you didn’t want to feel anything. YOU were the one that was scared..”

“I was,” he admits. “It scared the hell out of me. That I WAS feeling things for you. Especially that quick. I never thought it was possible. To be that into someone so fast. Always thought was bullshit when I heard people talk about it. Then I met you. All five foot nothing and a buck twenty soaking wet. And boy did you turn my world upside down.”

She smiles and turns her face into his, tip of her nose pressed into the side of his. “In all the best ways though, right?”

“Nothing but the best, Me. Smartest thing I ever did? Agree to that job.”

“I told Ovi the same thing tonight. That it was the smartest decision I’ve ever made. I mean, it was crazy and it was weird and it was twisted, but it led me somewhere...and to SOMEONE...so beautiful and amazing. I don’t regret a single second, Tyler. Or any of the decisions I made. It was the best thing I ever did. YOU’RE the best thing I ever did.”

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Are we talking just sexually or…?”

She laughs. “You totally blew it out of the water. Sexually speaking. And you continue to you ALL the time. But I mean in EVERY way. You’re everything I could have ever asked for. In a best friend, a partner, a husband, a baby daddy. You just came into my life and everything changed. I changed. It’s all been worth it. Even the bad times.”

“You know how you always say I have a habit of making you cry at the holidays? You're giving me a run for my money.”

“Even men deserve to hear all that mushy stuff. No matter how big and strong and how bad ass they are. And you, husband, re very big and strong and bad ass. And I love every damn inch of you.”

“Baby, I love you.” Tears sparkle in his eyes as he presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “And thank you; I DID need to hear all that.”

“I should tell you more often. And I would. If I wasn’t afraid your head would get too big to fit through the door.”

“Always following up the corny shit with some shitty, smart ass comment. That’s my girl,” He slides his hand under the bottom of his shirt and traces a fingertip around her navel; chuckling when she shivers against him and shoves his hand away.

For several minutes they stand in silence; his arm once more wrapped tightly around her waist and her head resting back against his chest. Both watching the child being rocked in her arms, his hand seemingly even larger and more powerful as it rests upon the baby’s coal black hair; thumb continuing to brush across her forehead.

“Look at the way she watches you.” Esme says. “Look how big her eyes are. How they’re sparkling. What is what with you and babies? They always love you. Our babies could NEVER get enough of you.”

“I don’t know. Voice, maybe?”

“Could be. When you’re not pissed off about something and you’re totally relaxed and comfortable, it’s so deep and so soothing. Soft, even. I used to think about that all the time in Dhaka; how your voice would seem so different when we were in bed together and having those late night chats. YOU’D seem different, actually. You were so calm and you completely let your guard down and you were so...I don’t know...different. You weren’t the guy you were when we were out on the street. Not that there was anything wrong with THAT guy. That guy was insanely sexy and man, could rail me like no other. Just the other guy? The calmer one? He really set the bar high.”

“And now?”

“You’re still him. You’re still Tyler. You still have all the different sides and I still love them. I love them more and more every day.”

“How much have you had to drink tonight? Because I know you can be sappy, but you’re even sappier than usual.”

“I barely had any. I don’t even have the slightest buzz going on. I’m just feeling sentimental, I guess. Seeing how good Ovi is with Riya and the girls and finally coming to terms with him being a daddy and someone’s soon to be husband. It’s just brought up a lot of things. A lot of GOOD things. When it comes to us.”

“Like?”

“Just how we were when we first started out. When we first got married and I was having Millie and we’re living in that little apartment. You were still recovering and still had quite the road ahead of you, but just got your shit together and stood up. You were so good, Tyler. At everything. No matter how much pain you were in or how much you were struggling mentally to get over things. You just shelved your shit so you could be there for me. And our baby.”

“All that mattered to me was you. And our daughter. That’s it.”

“And you showed it. Time and time again. Best damn lamaze partner and labour coach EVER.”

“Even if I almost DID faint?”

“Even then. You were awesome. You were such a good daddy to be. You were so in awe of the whole thing. The way you’d always touch my belly and you’d read surfing magazines to her and you’d go out at three in the morning to get me fast food or ice cream. You never even complained. Well, maybe when you were in the car you did.”

“Honestly? No. I was just so fucking happy to be getting the chance to have another kid that I was enjoying every second. I wasn’t going to take anything for granted. Even middle of the night Maccas runs.”

“I mean it, you know. When I say I couldn’t have asked for a better father for my children. You’ve been incredible. Right from the start. I lucked out, that’s for sure.”

“I don’t know, Me. I think I got you beat in that department. Luck.”

“How about we both agree that we’re lucky? That we BOTH bring some amazing things to the table.”

“I don’t know…”

“We BOTH lucked out. Big time. We definitely both upgraded. From our first marriages.”

“We can definitely agree on that. I certainly made the right decision. When I got up the balls to ask you to marry me. Even if it was in the bathroom.”

“It was perfect. For us.”

“You know what else is perfect? Seeing you with her. Our granddaughter. Makes me think of all the times with our babies. Watching you with them. Thinking how beautiful it was. Being just so in awe of you. Is it wrong I kind of miss it? You with a baby? Even you pregnant?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Not wrong at all. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it. I mean, I always had issues, but I actually liked being pregnant. I liked watching my body change; my hair thickening and darkening and my boobs and my butt getting bigger.”

He grins and pecks her ear. “That last part was DEFINITELY my favourite.”

“And feeling them move inside of me. I didn’t matter how many times I went through it; it was always so amazing and beautiful to feel them. And you’d always get that dorky smile. That one that’s reserved solely for expectant dads. The one that says ‘hey, look what I did!’. You know, I should have had a t-shirt made for you. With those words on it. And an arrow pointing at my belly.”

“I would have worn it, too. Like I wear that Super Sperm every now and then.”

“I can NOT believe you do that,” she laughs. “It was meant as a joke. Not for you to wear it and be proud of it!”

“But I am proud of it. Of my accomplishment. I knocked you up FIVE times. A total of SEVEN babies. That’s some fucking skill, Me.”

“I don’t know if your boys are skilled or just plain lucky, but I’ll let you have it. Your pride in your handiwork. Congratulations, honey. You came inside of me. Quite the feat.”

“Listen smart ass,” he playfully pinches the sensitive area below her right rib cage. “Can’t you just let me have this? Can’t I have my moment? Those kids are the best thing I’ve ever done. Other than their mum, of course. She’s my favourite thing I’ve ever done.”

“You never miss the opportunity to be dirty do you. I do miss it, you know. Being pregnant, having a baby in the house. It’s kind of bittersweet; knowing it won’t happen again. I spent the better part of seven years pregnant. Starting with Millie and ending with the twins. We had seven kids in a VERY short period of time. It’s kinda hard to get used to; not having an infant or two around.”

“I mean, it COULD happen. We could both get things reversed and just hope for the best.”

“I don’t know if I can do it. If my body can even handle that. I think I’m babied out. As sad as that makes me to admit.”

“We could get a surrogate.”

“That’s a no from me. I know it’s an amazing thing and I admire the women who do it. I really do. But I do NOT like the idea of you having a baby with another woman.”

“You realize I don’t actually get to fuck them, right? I don’t get to actually enjoy the baby making process?”

“Of course I realize that. I just don’t like that idea. I’m not comfortable with it. Your sperm in someone else. Even if it WAS put there by a turkey baster.”

“A turkey baster?” He chuckles. “Is that seriously how it’s done? I do my thing into a cup and…?”

“I don’t know. Something like that I guess. I just can’t deal with that. The thought of your stuff inside of some other woman. Sounds stupid, right? Tell me it’s stupid. That I’m being totally irrational.”

“Actually, I get it. I understand where you’re coming from. If I couldn’t pitch in, I wouldn’t want some guy’s sperm being put into you.”

“Oh it wouldn’t just be put in me. I’d totally sleep with him.”

Tyler scowls. “Excuse me?”

“I’m kidding! You know I’m kidding! Baby, there is no other guy in this world I want to sleep with. You’re the only one I want to do those things with. Why turn around and settle for less when I already have the best? When I’m already married to someone that’s walking sex. A God among men. Only you, Tae. You’re the only one I want to sleep with.”

“Yeah?” He presses a series of kisses along the outer edge of her hair, followed by the length of her jaw. “You want to sleep with me tonight?”

She grins, then sighs when his teeth nip at the side of her throat. “I want to do A LOT of things with you tonight.”

“Oh really? Well in that case…” he places a kiss on her temple, lips lingering as his hand once more slips up the front of her shirt; fingertips grazing along the smooth skin just above the waistband of her pyjama pants. “...maybe we should close the house up for the night and go upstairs.”

“I think that’s a very good idea. Tell you what, I’ll lock everything up and set the alarms. You take your granddaughter and put her to bed. I already set the playpen up for her. In the den.”

“You already have her. Why don’t you do it?”

“Because you have a knack of getting babies off to sleep. You’re a natural. And besides, you doing the whole big, strong man with a baby thing? It totally turns me on.”

“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” He gently and carefully removes the baby from her arms. Holding Tabby tightly to his chest; a forearm under her bum and a hand on the back of her head.

“Very nice,” Esme enthuses. “Is it wrong that I’m wet for you already?”

He leans in to kiss her. “You’re dirty.”

She lays a hand on the side of his face, and kisses him eagerly in return, pausing when she giggles into his mouth. “You have that effect on me.”

******

“Adoption.”

His voice rumbles deep in his chest; reverberating against her back and tearing her away from the edge of sleep. Their love making had been a welcome change from the nights past. A bruising and punishing pace exchanged for something much slower and attentive; slow, deep thrusts that kept her whimpering in delight and her nails clawing at his back shoulders. Long and languid kisses; little pecks interspersed with the movement of closed mouth upon closed and followed by greedy yet explorative tongues. The degrading names and the filthy words replaced by whispered praises and declarations of love; her cheek cradled in the palm of his hand as he gazed down at her with so much admiration and adoration that it both brought tears to her eyes and took her breath away.

She’d been enjoying the sensation of his naked and sweat slicked body pressed against hers. Her back against the muscled and solid expanse of his chest and one of his thighs wedged between both of hers; a forearm stretched across her pillow and her head resting in the crook of his elbow. A large, strong hand hovering near her stomach; calloused fingertips tracing slow and intricate patterns on the skin. Her body completely sated and so relaxed and secure in his arms that sleep had come on quickly; encouraged by the soft breath that tickled the back of her neck and fluttered her hair.

“It’s what we should do,” he continues, as his index finger draws continuous circles around her navel. “Adopt.”

“Are you seriously back to thinking about that?

“Back to thinking about it? I haven’t STOPPED thinking about it.”

Esme frowns. “You were thinking about adoption while we were…?”

“Not WHILE we were. I did stop for THAT. I do have to concentrate more now, you know. I’m getting old.”

“Oh please…” Esme rolls her eyes. “...how many times have we had sex? In almost thirteen years? You could be fully comatose and still get things done. Muscle memory and all that. And you are NOT getting old. What’s the saying ? You’re only as old as you feel?”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? ‘Cause I feel like I’m ninety.”

“You have just as much stamina and enthusiasm now as you did when we met. If not MORE. You’re hardly getting old. What’s gotten into you lately? You’ve been talking about the weirdest things. Getting married again, having another baby, adopting a kid. Are you okay, honey? You don’t seem okay.”

“I’m pretty far from okay. I thought we established that a few days ago.”

“OTHER than that. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Nothing is going on with me. It’s just things I’ve been thinking about. Things I want to do. With you.”

She rolls over onto her other side, settling her head on his bicep as she faces him. “Are you going through a midlife crisis? Is that what’s going on here? Last month, you went and got a motorcycle after I finally caved. You went back out into the field. You’ve started talking about wanting to renew our vows and how we could get things reversed and have another baby. Now you’re onto adoption. Is that what all this is? A midlife crisis?”

“No. It’s not. No one lives to be ninety four.”

“A LOT of people live to be ninety four, thank you very much.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I won’t be one of them. And nothing’s gotten into me and I’m not going through any kind of crisis. It’s just things that I have on my mind. That I’d like to do with you.”

“Well the baby thing is off the list. I can’t go through the whole process of having things reversed and MAYBE getting pregnant. There’s no guarantee I would and I honestly don’t think my body can handle it again. I had problems with EVERY pregnancy. And each time things got worse and worse. Do we really want to take that chance? That I do get pregnant and something horrible goes wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong with Takota and Brookie. It was the best pregnancy you had. I mean, you had the cramping and the bleeding in the first three months, but after that…”

“They each weighed eight pounds. Or close to it. They were BIG babies for twins. Do you want to take that chance again? That we’d have another set?”

“I highly doubt we would. That seems pretty unlikely.”

“We thought having a second set would be unlikely. But it happened. I had all kinds of problems with Addie; I almost lost her twice and she was early and so tiny when she finally came. I gave birth to Declan on our living room floor. And don’t get me started about TJ and Tanner. Because that was a nightmare. I can’t do it again, Tyler. I just can’t. I can’t put myself through that; procedures to reverse everything and then getting pregnant and something going wrong. I just can’t.”

“Okay, so we don’t go that way. We adopt. It’s not like we can’t afford it.”

“What is going on with you? I used to think it was a breeding kink. And I was more than happy to go along with it and I figured you’d just grow out of it. Now I’m starting to think it’s something more than that. What is your issue? About needing so many offspring? How come every time we agree to stop, you change your mind a few months or a couple years later?”

“I don’t HAVE an issue. Maybe I just like having kids with you. Having a big family. What’s wrong with that? It’s what we wanted, isn’t it? What we agreed on.”

“We agreed on three. Then you changed your mind and talked me into it and we settled on four. I lost one and then we split up and one of our little hookups ending up with me getting pregnant with Declan. He was supposed to be the last. That was it.. And low and behold…”

“I changed my mind and we had Addie.”

“And then Kota and Brookie. Even though we BOTH swore up and down that Peanut would be very last. You even went and got a vasectomy. Didn’t exactly work, did it.”

“That was totally my fault and I owned it.”

“We have our big family. Way bigger than either of us really ever planned on. And now you’re talking about more? This is when we’re supposed to start really enjoying each other. All of our kids are in school; we have the entire house to ourselves. We should be capitalizing on that. Going places together; out to lunch or taking those road trips we like we used to or even spending time on the beach. You can try to teach me to surf. AGAIN. Now that you’re home more…”

“That’s just it, Me. I’M home more. Not you. Me. I spend ninety nine percent of my time working from home. That’s what YOU wanted. You didn’t want me going out anymore; you wanted me home and running the business and not going out there and getting my hands dirty. I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I?”

She frowns. “I thought we both wanted that. We AGREED on it. You even said yourself that it was the best decision you could have made. Considering how long you had to rehab for and the little setbacks and the complications and having to get your knee redone. You admitted that you would never have been able to go back out. At least not at the frequency and the pace you were used to.”

“I did. I DID say that. And I meant it. I CAN’T keep going the way I was. I’m nowhere near the same guy I was thirteen years ago. Or even five years ago; before Nathan got his fucking hands on me. I CAN’T do it anymore; not full time anyway. My body can’t take it. Neither can my brain. And that’s the one I worry about the most.”

It’s a bitter pill to swallow: admitting aloud that you’re nowhere near the person you’d been not even a decade ago. That you just don’t have it in you anymore; physical and mental exhaustion finally getting the better of you. And he is better behind the scenes; he enjoys running things and being the one to delegate and the guy that others look to for answers and help. But it’s still a kick in the gut. Admitting that you just can’t do it anymore.

“But I thought being home almost all the time meant getting to spend more time with you,” he continues. “That’s what I thought would happen. I thought we WOULD get a chance to enjoy being around one another more. Because you know what? I genuinely like being around you. I WANT to be around you. I want us to go places together and do things with one another. And that’s not what happened, did it. When I agreed to this whole bookstore thing. When I bought you that place.”

It had been a tenth anniversary gift; the purchase of the building and the help of both a contractor and a designer to make her vision -her dream- come to life. And it’s flourished; the locals falling in love with Esme and the business and making it far more successful than she could have ever imagined it would be. And while he’s proud of her and the success that she’s achieved and would never stop supporting her, it has come with its downside. There’s been moments of animosity towards the business itself; never expecting that it would eat up so much time or her time and take her away from him. He'd certainly never expected to miss her THAT much; hating the loneliness of a completely empty house and the mere absence of her voice. And it isn’t so much the intimacy that he longs for. The sex and the moments of more innocent displays of affection; walking along the beach with their arms around each other, the kisses while standing in the surf, holding hands while walking through the town. It’s the friendship. The laughs they have together when he’s attempting -yet again- to teach her surf and the conversations over lunch on the back deck and the road trips they take; either making a picnic the night before or simply grabbing food at a drive thru and then just driving with no set destination. Listening to her singing along to the radio and laughing when she dances in her seat or even letting her talk him into a silly and childish game of ‘eye spy’. And that little shriek and giggle she gives when she sticks her arm out the window; the accompanying breeze both startling her and tickling her skin. He enjoys those moments with her. Not just his wife and the mother of his children, but his best friend. His confidant. His most loyal and steadfast supporter. The keeper of his deepest and darkest secrets.

“I just thought we’d have more time,” he adds. “Together. That me stepping back and being a boss meant that we would get a chance to be with another more. Especially when all the kids ended up in school.”

“And I agreed that I’d cut back. I’ve already adjusted the schedule and everyone has stepped up and are more than willing to take on extra hours. Xavier was more than willing to take on a management role; I gave him more hours, benefits, a business account he can use for meals and gas costs. I’ve already taken care of all of that. Just like you asked me. Like you wanted.”

“I wanted you to want it too. I wanted you to want that time with me.”

“And I DO want that time with you. Have you ever thought maybe I felt being home more somehow hindered you? That maybe I’d be a distraction? That you’d put off work in favor of catering to me? I didn’t want to get in your way, Tyler. I know how important the business is. How well it’s doing. And I didn’t want to feel like I was taking you away from it and making you neglect things.”

“Why didn’t you just TELL me that? Why didn’t you let me know you were feeling that way?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t want to come across as whiny and needy. You’re running a company. A very successful one. I didn’t want to hinder that.”

“Baby, you could never hinder it. Or be a distraction. Well, unless you’re coming into the gym in the middle of a work out and you’re only wearing a bathing suit or a bathrobe with nothing underneath. Then you are DEFINITELY a distraction.”

“I’ve been good lately. I’ve held off. If I’m horny and don’t want to handle things myself, I don’t come in until you’ve got at least an hour and a half in. Isn’t the last thirty minutes to an hour cardio? Well I show up, offer you sex, and then you don’t have to go on the treadmill or the rowing machine or use the assault bike.”

Grinning, he uses two fingertips to clear her hair away from her face , tucking wayward strands behind. “So THAT’S your game plan. You’re an evil genius, you know that?”

“I know how much you hate standard cardio. How the rowing machine makes your back act up and that running on the treadmill bothers your knees. So I figure why not offer myself up? Spare your body any future agony. And if we go really hardcore at it, it’s DEFINITELY better than any other form of cardio out there.”

“You think so do you? Did you read that somewhere? Google it?”

“I DID google. It was actually in a highly respected and esteemed publication, I’ll have you know.”

“Cosmopolitan is NOT a highly respected and esteemed publication. No matter what you think.”

“I don’t know, their sex advice is pretty damn good. I’ve used a few of those things. You never complained, that’s for sure.”

“Which tricks? What did you try on me?”

“I refuse to give away all my secrets. But you enjoyed them. Very much. And sometimes you even ask me to do them again. How long have you been feeling this way? Like I’m neglecting you? Neglecting US?”

“I didn’t say you were neglecting anything.” Combing his fingers through her hair, he cups the back of her head in his palm and places a kiss on her brow. “I just…”

“It’s neglect. Let’s not sugar coat it. I put my business before you. Before us. And I never meant to, Tyler. Other than our children, there is nothing or no one more important than our marriage and you. I just didn’t want to get in your way. Honest. That’s all it was about. I wasn’t staying away because I wanted to. Or because I didn’t want to spend time with you. It was never about that. It was never about you. And I’m sorry. That I made you feel you were being put second. I never meant to make you feel that way.”

“And I never meant to make you feel you were going to get in the way. I didn’t even realize I WAS making you that way. I guess we haven’t made as much progress as we thought. In the past five years.”

“Are you kidding? We are totally different people. Separately AND together. We’re stronger. Our marriage is better. We hardly fight anymore. And when we do it doesn’t get nearly as heated and ugly as it used to. We’re able to calm ourselves down and not let things get out of hand. We HAVE come a long way. And I see that every day. You must see it too.”

“I do. But we still got work to do. We’re still lacking a bit on the whole communication thing.”

“It is one of our weak spots,” she admits. “But we’ll just keep working at it. Reminding ourselves that we can and WILL do better. I don’t want us going back to how we were.”

“Trust me, that is the LAST thing I want. I like where we are now. And I like that we still keep working on things. I’m proud of us, Me. And you. I’m proud of you.”

Smiling, she lays a hand on the side of his face and kisses him; long and soft and sweet. “And you call me sappy. Is that why you got onto this wanting another baby stuff? Because me being pregnant meant I’d be home more?”

“I guess so. I don’t know. Maybe it’s part of it. But there’s more to it. The way I’m feeling. I don’t even know how to describe it. I just know what it feels like.”

“You want to try telling me? What’s going on with you? You know you don’t have to keep this shit from me, right? That you can tell me ANYTHING?”

“I do. I DO know that. But that’s the thing, Me. I want to tell you. I just don’t know how to. Because I can’t even make sense of it. So how are you supposed to?”

“Try me. Just talk. Don’t even think about it. Just say whatever pops into your head.”

“That could be dangerous you know. Aren’t we supposed to be working on me trying to get some of my filter back?”

“Baby, you wouldn’t be you if you had a filter. It’s been almost thirteen years. I’m used to you. Just say whatever you need to say. Nothing could possibly shock me. Or offend me.”

Sighing heavily, he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against hers; fingers buried in her hair and gently kneading at her scalp. She gives him time; patiently waiting for an often confused and muddled mind to not only put the bits and pieces together, but for him to find a way to adequately express them. It’s part of the brain injury; the minutes he’d spent deprived of oxygen when he’d coded twice in the operating room. It brings with it a wide variety of issues that can go radio silent for weeks, months, and sometimes even YEARS at a time; short term memory issues, problems controlling and expressing emotions, lack of impulse control, bouts of confusion and an increased temper and sexual drive. And she knows how frustrating it is for him; those times he struggles to concentrate on even the simplest of tasks and conversations or he forgets what he did half an hour before or can’t recall something she told him ten minutes before leaving the house. And when he takes in another sigh -longer and shakier than the one previous- she pushes her hand into his hair and presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“It’s okay.” Her voice is calm, quiet, and patient. Nails lightly and briefly scratching at the back of his head before her hand moves to the nape of his neck. “Take your time. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

She can tell by the way his shoulders tense and his nostrils flare that he’s struggling; desperately trying to piece everything together and express exactly what he’s feeling. And her heart aches for him; this strong, powerful, BEAUTIFUL man continuing to be tortured by a troubled past. He’ll never be able to fully shed the memories of Dhaka; the brain injury and its side effects and the numerous scars permanent reminders of the hell he’d been through.

“You okay?” Her hand once more moves back into his hair, gently tugging at the longer strands. “You doing alright?”

Nodding, he clears his throat noisily and opens his eyes. “I love you. And my kids. So fucking much.”

“I know you do, Tyler. I never doubt that.”

“I need you to hear it. I need you to KNOW it. Because I don’t want you taking what I say next out of context. Because it’s probably not going to come out the way I want it to. The way I MEAN it to.”

“I know you love us. I’ve never once doubted that. Just say what you have to say. No getting upset, no judging you, no taking offence. I promise. Just tell me.”

“When I met you, I had nothing. Inside of me. I was empty. And you came along and you filled most of that up. Very quickly. And then we had Millie and we started having more kids and adding to our family and each time we did, more and more places inside of me started filling up. Am I making any sense? I hope this is making sense.”

“It is,” Esme assures him. “Total sense.”

“And it should be completely filled, yeah? That emptiness? You’d think between you and seven kids and the fact we have this incredible life and all this money and two beautiful homes that there’d be nothing left to fill. But there is. And I don’t know why. I don’t know why I can’t fill that last piece. There’s this hole. In my heart. And I can’t find the piece that fits it. No matter how hard I try.”

“So you thought another baby would fill it? Be the answer?”

“A baby of our own, adopting, going back into the field. I guess I thought one of those three would be the answer. That one of them would do the trick.”

“You realize NONE are the answer, right? That none of those things are what you’re really looking for?”

“That’s just it, Me. I don’t know what I’m looking for. But whatever it is, it’s out there but I can’t find it. And I’m not saying this to hurt you or make you feel like you failed in some way. Because you haven’t. It’s not about you. Or our kids. Because I love you; with everything I am and everything I have. None of this is about you.”

“I know. I’m not upset or hurt. I know you love me. You show me and tell me all the time. When did this start? Feeling like this?”

“Couple months ago, I guess. Four at the most.”

“Right around the anniversary of Austin’s death?”

“Yeah...maybe...I don’t know…” The mere mention of his son causes tears to fill his eyes and a lump of emotion to settle in his throat. “...I guess that could have done it.”

“Baby, it’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to still be heartbroken.”

“It’s been seventeen years.”

“There’s no time limit on these things. I still miss my dad. A hell of a lot. Every day something happens where I’m reminded of him. One of the kids will do something and I’ll think about how I wish I could just call him and tell him about it. Or send him pictures of them. Or videos of Millie doing her MMA stuff or TJ scoring goals in lacrosse or Addie at dance recitals in her cute little outfits. It hurts like hell when I realize I can’t share those things with him. When I think about everything he’s missed and how much he’d love those kids. And you. I don’t think it ever really goes away. Grief. I think it’s always there in some way.”

“I just didn’t think it would be this hard. Hurt this much. Especially after so long.”

“You lost a child. A human being that you helped make,” she reasons. “I can’t even bear it when I just think about losing one of mine. So I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like when it actually HAPPENS. To have to sit there and see your child suffer.”

“But I didn’t sit there,” he reminds her, voice cracking with emotion. “ I took off. I left him there. That was my son. And I LEFT him.”

“You were scared. You were young and you were…”

“I was thirty one years old. I wasn’t a kid. I was a grown ass man. I wasn’t some fucking kid right out of high school. And I wasn’t scared. I was weak. I was a fucking coward and I left him. When he needed me the most. He was sick and he was terrified and I left him.”

“Tyler…” She cradles his face in her hands, thumbs clearing away the tears that slip down his cheeks. “...it’s okay. It’s okay to talk about it and it’s okay to feel the things you’re feeling. But beating yourself up like this? Hating yourself? This isn’t good, babe. You can’t hate yourself forever.”

“You think so? You just watch me.”

“Listen to me,” she pleads, and digs her nails into his face. “You can’t do this. You can’t spend the rest of your life hating yourself. You made a mistake. And yeah, it was a really bad one and I am so fucking sorry that happened to you. That Austin got sick and suffered like he did and that you felt you had no choice but to leave.”

“How can you not hate me? How can you look at me like you do? Why don’t you see me like a monster? Like the huge piece of shit that I am?”

“Because you’re not a piece of shit and you’re not a monster. You’re just a human being that made a bad mistake. I could NEVER hate you. I love you. More than I ever thought I could love someone. And if there was some way I could go back in time and change things and make them better for you, I would.”

“No. Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. Don’t ever even wish that. Because going back and changing everything would just change everything now. It would mean I’d lose you. And my kids. I loved my son. But I would never bring him back if it meant losing everything I have now.”

She kisses him softly; tasting the salt of his tears as her fingernails lightly drag along the lines of his jaw. “You need closure, Tae. It’s something you’ve never gotten. If you knew where he was…”

“She’d never tell me. Not even seventeen years later. She wouldn’t even tell my lawyer. When we got divorced.”

“Have you tried tracking her down? It’s been a long time. Last time we saw her was thirteen years ago. She may have mellowed. She might be willing to tell you now.”

“I’m not exactly her favourite person, Me. And do you blame her? I didn’t just leave him, I left her too. When she needed me. I know she was a shit wife; constantly fucking other guys when I was away. Sometimes when I was even still in town. But she didn’t deserve that.”

“Do you want me to track her down? I could call or go and visit and ask if she’d…”

“No. That is the last thing I want. I don’t want my past mixing with my present. My future. I appreciate it, Me. And I love you for wanting to do that. For being WILLING to do it. But no good will come of that. You and her meeting up.”

“Is there anything I CAN do? Because I hate that you’re going through this. And I especially hate that you hate yourself. That I can’t take that away. Because you don’t deserve that. That hate. From yourself or anyone else. Tell me what I can do. Please.”

Sniffling noisily, he swipes the back of his hand across his nose. “You can’t fix me, Esme. No matter how much you want to. Or how hard you try.”

“I don’t want to fix you, Tae. I just want to love you.”

The tears immediately return, and when he chokes back a sob she gathers him in her embrace and rolls onto her back. An arm across the middle of his spine and hand moving to the back of his head; fingers tunnelling in his hair as he rests his brow against her chest.

“I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve YOU.”

“You deserve EVERYTHING. And you’ll never convince me otherwise. Let me love you. That’s all I want. To love you. Can you let me do that?”

Nodding, he slides further down the bed; both arms circling her torso as he buries his face in her stomach.

“It’s going to be okay, Tyler.” Both hands push through his hair; tightly gripping the dirty blond tresses, nails digging into his scalp. “I’ve got you.”

[basinmarvel]

some appreciation for ipad kid joe!

[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Seto Kaiba Relationship Head Cannons (American dub Kaiba)

Okay, so I have two head cannons about Kaiba. One is when he is a teenager and the other is when an adult. These will be based off of anime American dub Kaiba, I will do 2 others for the Japanese anime and Manga. (KaibaxReader)

Teenager:

 Kaiba is not the type to ever realize when he likes someone. Ever. Kaiba will just know when you are around he feels a bit more anxiety and feels his paranoia get the best of him. So in order to deal with this, he will insult you every second he can. Joey thought he had it bad, but not as bad as the one who won Kaiba’s affection. 

Yugi would be the one to notice followed by Tea. Both are not oblivious to the emotions of others. Tea would drop hints towards Kaiba’s affection to you, but due to the horrible treatment, you assume she is crazy. 

Yugi would not openly point out Kaiba’s feelings, and often has to tell Tea to let the CEO keep to his insults. 

It would take Tea talking to Mokuba and Mokuba asking his brother about it for the young CEO to realize it, and oh man when he does. 

Kaiba, not wanting to admit he wants anyone, will fight it tooth and nail. Those insults, gone, he acts like you aren’t even in the room. 

You duel someone, he walks away or actively scowls at your opponent if he has to stay. 

Even Mokuba’s insistence won’t make the older Kaiba admit to liking you. No, it takes a train-wreck of an event to make that happen, and he still isn’t the one to tell you. 

One way or another Joey will find out, and when Kaiba starts his rant about needing no one and liking nothing, Joey will throw him under the bus when you are there, outing Kaiba’s feelings. 

Kaiba is not much of a liar, so when he is confronted with his feelings he will merely glare and walk away. 

If the reader shows interest, Kaiba will be willing to bite the line, but on his terms. 

Before long he will have a schedule for the reader, giving them all the time slots Kaiba will be alone in his office. He would expect the reader to spend time with him whenever possible. 

If the reader complies, Kaiba will become more outwardly affectionate when alone. 

There will be times where Kaiba will lay across the couch with his head on the reader’s lap whilst he works. 

When he has declared work is done for the day, it becomes a literal cuddle fest. Kaiba, who been deprived of affection through his life, will soak it in as if it were to be fleeting. 

If the reader has patience to deal with his neediness, he will eventually make a workspace in the reader’s home, be it he takes over the desk in the bedroom or manages to get your parents to agree to forfeiting the living-room when he is around. 

There is also no getting rid of him. 

You will never be able to breakup with him because he won’t allow it, and assume you were being emotional. 

However, if you betray his trust, it is all over. Seto Kaiba will not only drop you like a ton of bricks, but your life and the life of your family will feel his wrath as well. 

Be warn, this boy is all actions and will not give verbal affirmation but will need to be verbally validation. 

Adult: 

Kaiba is not the type to take long-term lovers at first. He understands he has needs and will have them met, so being a virgin is a wrong assumption. 

But be warned if you sleep with him on the first meeting/date. Not only will he refuse to do much else but lower his pants, he will be a completely selfish lover. 

There will be no gentle caressing, honeyed words or affection of any type. You will be asked to leave the moment he is finished. 

To get under this man’s skin, the reader must refuse all his advances. Kaiba isn’t use to people saying no to him, at least not for long, so when you say no, he becomes determine to get a yes. 

The reader has to be careful here, while Kaiba needs to be awarded with physical affirmation, but he is quick to try and push those limits. He must be made aware of the boundaries. 

Expect close to six months of this back and forth. It will take him this long for him to acknowledge any emotional connection he might have made towards you. 

Then the small gifts start. Kaiba will want to test the waters. If you prove to only accept the most expensive gifts he put little meaning into, Kaiba will go no further. 

His gift giving is a game, he wants to know if after all this time if you can read which of his intentions is pure or notice that he has remembered the little things about you. 

If you make it past this, Kaiba will then bring you to his charity events, the ones he cares about, involving kids. 

Should you not enjoy spending time with the little ones, Kaiba will also write you off. Nervousness is okay, being rude or completely disgusted means he can’t picture you as a fellow parent. 

Kaiba wants children. While he would adopt, he would also have his own, this will come up in conversation after the charity. 

Also, expect all other his need for sexual delights to come to a complete halt. Those lustful kisses, now become soft and gentle. Those rough caresses becomes feather light touches on your skin. 

The man is like day and night.

Also expect the man to make time for you during the week more than before. Kaiba will want you around during what he considers to be downtime. 

Kaiba will enjoy times where you are on his lap as he seats at his desk. The man enjoys the moments of cuddling. 

If working on a mobile device or iPad, he will have you both on a couch, with you cuddling on top of him as he works. 

Intimacy is different. Kaiba becomes uncharacteristically shy as he gets undressed. 

The moment you see his scars, he will study you, should you react with tenderness and quiet understanding, he will precede to spend the night with you as intended. 

Should you ask about the scars, sex will no longer be on the table but he will give you the smallest explanation he can. Expect a night of intense cuddling.  

The moment you start spending time in his bed, expect late nights with him reading philosophy to you and expecting a discussion after each chapter. 

Kaiba enjoys talking with a sharp mine, if you are only entertained by tik tok or other videos on social media, at any point in the relationship, it will come to a end. (Though he doesn’t mind if it is considered only part of what entertains you.)

Kaiba isn’t the type to wait either. After a year of dating, you will be asked to marry him and he will have that wedding as soon as possible. 

[elexica]

First Lines Tagging Meme

Oh boy I was tagggged for this one by @alectoperdita @atems-leather-pants @miss-moberg @jenivi7 . . . 

So I’m gonna do it, even if it’s hella late! 

Rules are: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.

Links to the fics provided, warnings and content ratings on Archive.

1.  It’s Just a Fantasy, Taking Over like a Disease (Paris)

By day, they were almost perfect tourists.  The “almost” could be ascribed to the fact that Kojiro was an imperfect travelling companion.

2.  Back to You

Kaoru was a very specific kind of torture. He was omnipresent in Kojiro’s life: a never-ending pest, the greatest source of friendship, the only true constant in the fast-paced world of S.

3.  Way of the Househusband

The knocking at the door was too timid to mean danger.  Still, Ash was awoken and at half-past noon he rolled out of bed, grabbed his sawed-off Smith & Wesson, and steeled his face.

4.  We Are Just Like the Waves

As far as anyone else was concerned, Cherry woke up in the hospital, to the rhythmic beat of his heart monitor.  

5.  Love Me Like You Do

From the moment that Joey had tripped into the CEO’s office, Mr. Kaiba had been an allusive, seductive, scary presence in his life.  A combination untouchable prince and unnerving shadow, Kaiba was everywhere and nowhere.

6.  Gravitation

“Is this… some sort of shitty poem?”

7.  Guardian Ad Litem

Since they’d first met when they were kids, Kaiba had longed to hear the sound of his fist meeting Zigfried’s nose at high velocity.

8.  Lotus in the Snow

Atem was a valuable asset to bring along on business trips.

9.  Dream Dust

Brooding in the dimly lit, gothic library on campus didn’t make Seto happy per se, but it absolutely felt right.

10.  Second Chance Christmas

The sleet fell heavily against the car, turning the view through the windshield into an impressionist painting of abstract asphalt and splotchy red break lights.

11.  Someone Else's Debts

“How did you find this address?”  Kaiba hissed through the crack in the door.  He hadn’t released the chain from the door, and the deadbolt below it hadn’t been dropped either.

12.  A Thousand Years in Perfect Symmetry

It was always the same nightmare:

Kaiba was standing on the bridge of the warbird, those glowing green lights radiating off of the lightly metallic tones of his uniform.

13.  Zorc 2020

The Four Seasons Total Landscaping as a business didn’t have its own phone number—Joey had a cell phone, and not enough else going on.

14.  These are their stories. Dun Dun.

“Man, that was amazing!”

15.  Give and Toke

Joey stomped into the new cannabis shop in the neighborhood.  It looked like an Apple store: white walls, smooth white tables, iPads and clerks in matching polos.

16.  But Only You Can Dance for Me

“He’s basically our in-club security,” Joey said to Atem as he dealt the next round of blackjack in the back room.  “Why not just pay him do that?”

17.  Workaholic

“Man, I just don’t get it. How can you work so much?”

18.  Even If I Destroy this Tower (San Francisco, 2010)

“I don’t love you anymore.”

19.  I Couldn't Help But Wonder...

What’s the point of New York Fashion Week if you don’t go home with a billionaire?

20.  Always Tomorrow

“We don’t take walk-ins,” Joey said.  His shirt was rolled up to the elbow, revealing intricate tattoo sleeves.

I clearly really used to use dialogue to start stories, but I think I’m growing more into setting the scene.  That was fun!  Thanks y’all!  Not tagging anyone since I showed up late haha.

[princessdevy03]

My problem w schools opening in the fall is so many ppl are going to be pushing for “normalcy.” No social distancing bc omg your precious angel just has to hug all their friends, no extra time to use the restroom so kids can attempt to wash their hands, no staggered lunches or recess. Nah, we just gonna act like a whole pandemic aint happening bc you don’t want to “scare” your kids.

Joey is in summer school and what I’m seeing is a test run for what the fall can look like. Social distancing in class, staggered recess and classroom changes, lunch in the classroom, no outside visitors, social distancing on the bus and a mask as soon as you step on.

There is also an option to do summer school online.

Also tech for class is provided (you pay a one time $20 insurance fee at the beginning of the year so you can get discount repair and replacement costs bc who ain’t replacing a whole entire iPad is me!) and if you need help getting WiFi at home, they have teams to help w that.

If we continue this into the fall, kids like Joey who hate school anyways, will still be educated and maybe will actually learn something vs being stressed over a bully AND getting sick from an easily preventable disease.

Parents like me will have to rely on their village a bit more, but no one man is an island.

I want normalcy as much as the next guy (I just got the last of my makeup brushes Saturday and I can’t wait to do up my face!) but I’m not going to let selfish ppl hell bent on ignoring facts push for something that just ain’t happening anymore.

[iapislazuli]

i know that joey is queer-coded, and the writers have said before that hiveswap will explore that further. how do you think they’ll do this on alternia? anyway what i’m asking is which troll girls joey should crush on

i think it’d be brought up through differences in earth and alternian culture! there were already a few, such as joey thinking she was mistaken about xefros being a boy when he said his crush was also a boy, and xefros not negatively reacting to that at all because discrimination or preconceptions based on sexuality aren’t something he’d ever been exposed to. there were other things that are normal on alternia that confused her too, like joey not knowing what dammek’s troll ipad was since she’s from 1994 earth (she called it a “trapper keeper laptop”), i think being exposed to a society full of teens who ARENT taught to repress same-gender attraction could help her come to terms with her own sexuality. which would be a neat plot point i think, especially since hiveswap is a game aimed at younger audiences! (it’s e10+) there’s not a lot of WLW protagonists in games for kids, so it excites me!!! 

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S2 Ep 48: Bakura Completely Fails to Murder The One Person He Was Actually Supposed to Murder

Yo guys, this is the last episode of the season.

...

I know. How exactly do you resolve ANYTHING in one episode? The secret is, you don’t. Like...one thing did get resolved but it really seems like this was a 2 season storyline they were really banking on doing so well it would stretch into season 2 but, according to bro, this show got hella cancelled?

I can’t believe it. Finally. I’ve been joking about it for like a year but it actually happened.

Now my bro is full of spicy headcanons about this show and I decided to look up on Wikipedia to see what the hell happened between Season 2 and 3 for him to say this but I saw nothing about cancelling anything, but he’s pretty certain that this happened. So, I’m gonna open it up to all of you guys who know way more about this show than either of us to set it straight--was there cancellation drama between Season 2 and Season 3 or is bro just remembering history incorrectly?

Anyways, this show is obviously around for Season 3 but bro says it gets distracted and everyone has hinted that we get a really great filler arc that is most people’s absolutely favorite arc in the entire world. I’m honestly shocked I made it this far. But, lets first get into the episode.

This episode starts exactly where I wanted it to, with Tea realizing that she’s not only wandered into Bakura’s room, but that, from her perspective, it has made Bakura so freakin uncomfortable that he hella left.

Like imagine with me that your on a High school trip and you’re with all your buddies but then there’s that one kid who is a friend, but you don't know TOO well because he’s kind of awkward and also half a murderous ghost. Imagine he gets hella sick and then for some reason, you sleepwalk to his bedside, all draped across the sheets, and when you wake up he’s just...peaced right out of that entire awkward conversation that would have been.

Like...my reaction would have been completely the opposite of what Tea did.

Which was run straight to her somewhat-boyfriend Yugi Muto and tell him exactly what she just inadvertently did.

Also, forgive me for this aside, but Yugi is like 16, so why is Yugi randomly kind of jacked all of a sudden? Is that little backpack he carries just full of lead?

Oh wait, yeah...necklace is solid gold. But even still like...this small boy shouldn’t appear this jacked. Like, I know a lot of preteen girls were into this show for the large selection of anime boys, but I prefer Yugi looking sort of like the human version of a Pekingese instead. Mostly because I’m an adult, I guess. Not that I never had a preteen anime boy crush phase, but we’re talking Tuxedo Mask, who was sort of developed to be a preteen anime boy crush. Like, Tuxedo Mask has literally no other reason to exist except to be a perfect husband who gets abducted a lot, but Yugi? Like..he sells cards, why’s he gotta grow up?

My bros current spicy headcanon is that he’s slowly becoming jacked because of being in the Shadow Realm so often, and that it beefs you up like when Goku goes to space and turns the gravity on super duper high, but sure bro, you do you. Bro’s got a spicy headcanon for every loophole this show throws at us. (and it is surprising which ones were actually correct and which were probably a fanfic he read in High School.)

(read more under the cut)

Anyways, Yugi thankfully puts on a jacket and they decide not to wake up Joey’s room to see if Bakura also joined the Boy Chamber after Tea kicked him out but like...while that would be the most reasonable place to look, they decided to see if maybe Bakura is sleeping in...the hallways? I dunno why they immediately thought Bakura was kidnapped. Now that the ring isn’t with him then...there’d be no reason for Marik to kill him.

Then again, maybe Bakura kind of wanders off and does ghost stuff so often, that these two are always checking up on where Bakura wandered off to?

I guess these two just didn’t feel like waking anyone up. Or using the enchanted necklace Yugi just got. Or asking Roland the security guard. Or maybe, I dunno, ever asking Kaiba for help, who is still absolutely awake and doing literally nothing else with his time.

Like serious talk, a lot of this season’s problems would have been resolved if they had just gone to the guy in charge of the tourney and asked for him to use his endless resources to help out the tourney that he is hosting. Like, he would have done it. I know this is a bit of a stretch but I don’t think Kaiba wants people dueling to the death at 3AM. Especially if he can’t watch them do it.

I appreciate that the blimp was so important to Kaiba that he rendered it in 3-D and has it just rotating there, weirdly CG while the rest of this screen is drawn. Also, Kaiba’s desktop situation is an absolute nightmare, this boy is somehow managing a company but he cannot manage a desktop?

PS are you ready for this outfit without the horrible spiky shoulder jacket? Are you ready? Because I wasn’t.

he can’t seem to get away from that victorian gothic lady silhouette.

And so Kaiba is faced with a problem, he’s only got a low win chance to get this card the fair way. This would be a great time to just arrest Marik right now, although it would be somewhat difficult since their duel to the death is halfway over, but like, Kaiba also really likes losing at cards. He says he doesn’t, but Kaiba seems to sprint to every opportunity he can get to absolutely lose or only just narrowly win because your Dead Wife Card sent you a weird hallucination that one time.

Like...of the times that Kaiba’s dueled solo we’ve only seen Kaiba win twice, right? And once was to a random guy on the street? Yeah. Kaiba’s only won a single time on screen.

I mean, of course, unless you count the time he threatened to commit suicide if he lost and Yugi was like “What the hell!?” but I don’t know if we should count that as like...a game.

Despite the fact that Yugi has never once offered her even like...a coat in this freakin weather, Tea has decided that they’re official enough, that she will argue with him about how they now both...share a destiny??? This feels like jumping the gun a little bit?

I don’t know what the hell she’s even talking about. But she’s been treating it like they’ve been married for like 8 years. Which...would require a little bit more...supporting evidence for me as a viewer that Tea and Yugi would actually be this much of an item at this point.

Like at least she’s not a reincarnated soul of his dead wife stuffed into a playing card--this show has pulled weirder random romance plots out of it’s ass--but it’s a huge leap to suddenly tell me “And remember these two???? This romance of the ages?????” at this point, this far into the end of the season.

And like...don’t be misled by my description of this conversation, they never once even come closer than a foot of each other.

Everything about this is kinda weird. No kinkshame of course, all ships are good and valid. But, assuming that Marik’s got a foot in both Tea and Bakura’s brain right now, these two are 6 people right now (2 are Bakura, if he’s still swimming around with Tea, it’s unclear), and 2(3) of those people has tried to kill both of them, but now are piggybacking on these guys’ bodies that are currently fumbling about how the hell to date even. Imagine how awkward Marik feels rn. Just imagine.

Or maybe he’s super into it, Marik’s a nut.

Pharaoh just kind of rolled his eyes and walked through this mist door as Tea stood uselessly on the other side and it’s like, yeah, we feel you, Pharaoh, we don’t know why that conversation had to happen either.

Meanwhile, I’ve been skipping the card game portion which actually looked very nice. Again, it was the last episode, they upped their game, but that won’t come through in caps so just know--that was nice. but because Bakura decided to do the taboo of playing a God Card, it absolutely royally screwed him over. and then Marik fused his body to it like Final Fantasy and it’s like...sure why not. It’s the last episode. Fuse your body with a playing card, no one will question how that would have worked outside of a shadow game.

Anyways, Marik kinda saw that happen and was like, well damn. Didn’t know it could do that. Weird, right? Huh. So much for living in obscurity and being tortured underground and keeping the Pharaoh’s secrets for 5000 years, apparently we knew...NONE OF THEM.

And then Bakura died, and even dropped us an iconic one liner as Marik sends him into the darkness while saying “enjoy the darkness!” or something like that. This was extremely 2000′s. It’s fine to be cliche if you’re...Bakura. You kinda have to be. That is the whole point of Bakura.

So he said, something like this

Like the exact line was more like...”Did you forget, I AM darkness??” or something, but man, that sums up the whole of Bakura so well. Like, he doesn’t make sense. But, he doesn’t have to, because the point of Bakura is that he’s just a walking 00′s prototype and that’s what makes him great. Like if you could make the 00′s hot topic aesthetic (minus the meme shirts) into a candle and then burn it down to nearly the end of the wick--that’s Bakura.

Like I watch kids as a dayjob and the other day the 12yo was like “I drew stuff, do you want to see?” so I was like “Absolutely!” and she’s like “I warn you--it’s kind of messed up.” and I’m like “that’s fine” and she’s like “no but really it’s spooky, ok? I just want to warn you.” and I’m like “try me” and she flips open her ipad and in the apple version of MSpaint I kid you not it was

A happy face

crying black tears.

And I’m like “Wow.” and she’s like “I know, it’s pretty dark” and I’m like “well, not exactly, he seems pretty cheerful” and she was like “well this one is really really scary are you ready?” and I’m like “OK, because that one was pretty happy” and she’s like “no Rach this one is like reallllllly messed up. You’re going to think I’m crazy.” and I’m like “oh shoot” and she flipped open to the next page in her ipad and it was

A happy face

It’s eyes are bloodshot. (magenta blood. It was Magenta)

And I’m like “wow! He’s even happier!” and she was like “But this is the scariest thing I’ve ever drawn in my life!” because to a 12yo, that is scary. Like it’s funny to me because honestly, the way kids and even teens think of what is “scary” is so different than what is “scary” to an adult. And Bakura is sort of like the personification of an MSpaint happy face crying blood tears.

Like, he’s different than Marik in that Marik’s backstory was super well established, while Bakura...never needed one. Apparently he will get one, but he honestly doesn’t need it. He’s just a nightmare that a kid would have. I don’t really question the logic of what happens around Bakura vs everyone else because...he’s Bakura.

I do question that he somehow got beaten by Marik. That doesn’t add up for me, but honestly the other Marik kind of messed Bakura up so...you could say he was doomed to fail that. It was more that Marik beat himself and dragged Bakura with him.

And like, I’m not upset that I don’t have to look up Britishisms anymore and take notes during British Bake Off and then completely lose those notes when it comes time to write these. But wow, I will miss Bakura.

Didn’t know I’d miss you until you were gone, little gross disgusting buddy.

Didn’t realize how I’d miss you killing off random people all the time and pretending to be a good boy while leaving little cookie crumbs of a storyline that will apparently not even get picked up until like forever from now.

Ah, so lets pour a glass of fries that we call potato chips, pour some vinegar all over them and remember our favorite Bakura moments.

Like that time he straight up murdered everyone on this show and then inspired me to pick up bro’s idea to create this entire blog series.

Or that time he tried to possess Mokuba but then got stomach punched by Tristan while everyone else canonically thought Tristan was taking 4 hours to poop.

Or that time he decided “Screw this, I’m just going to use lasers!” and then never used lasers ever again.

Or that time they all walked in on Pegasus doing human sacrifices of living people and Bakura went “Oi, that’s a little much!” and then wiped everyone’s memories and dragged them back to their rooms, including Pegasus.

Or that time he decided to swing from the rafters of a warehouse and knock over Bandit Keith, and then say “Oi, all better” and then just walked away while the entire warehouse combusted into flames.

Or that time he just held up a recently used disembodied eyeball and then in the Japanese version, licked it clean.

I will miss you, you freakin weirdo, and will I ever get to write about him again? I actually have no idea. Season 5 is a really long time from now. I’ll keep the Bakura color palate saved in the corner of my Photoshop, but ah, it will be a forever from now before I get to click it again. If I ever do.

But congrats to his voice actor who now gets to take a very long drink of tea and fix whatever the hell talking like Bakura does to your vocal chords.

Marik picks up the ring although I’m not sure that it matters and now I’m very confused as to where the hell the absolutely never-washed eyeball went. Maybe he saw it rolling around down there and was like “I’ll have to come back with a ziplock baggy for that.”

We started this season with Yugi being late and arguing with Tea about being late and now we end the same way. It all came together.

Yami could have done something, but there wasn’t enough time in this season, so he just let Marik walk free.

I swear, Yami.

In her defense, maybe this is what jammies actually are when you live underground?

And then, to make things even more complicated, Marik has decided to show up to Ishizu as...Tea.

Also, miracles of miracles, this plot thread actually paid off:

And then for I guess 2 Seasons Bakura just plays with Yugi’s Tomogachi’s and does calf raises on all these stairs. I would say he’d have to avoid running into Pharaoh, but I feel like Pharaoh only really hangs out in the one room at the entrance. He doesn’t seem to really care about these doors anymore.

At least someone was there for the Tomogachis, in the end. Mine has been dead for 20 years, but Yugi’s will live on apparently eternally. The immortal Tomogachi (which was apparently featured in Season Zero?).

Stepping away from the Yugioh Tomogachi headcanon, lets see what Marik’s up to. Oh that’s right, that thing he keeps trying to do.

Nice.

And just when I thought this episode was finally over, get ready for it, get ready for this massive plot dump that just comes right out of no where so quickly I didn’t even get to fit it all in one cap.

That’s right, this season ended with a cliffhanger of Seto saying along the lines of he stole his father’s company (OK?) and then his Stepfather got super pissed and fled here and then Kaiba built a huge ass phallic tower on it and like...it was a lot for the last 1 minute of the show.

Anyways, it ends with Kaiba being like “NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND, WHY WE’RE COMING HERE, TO THIS ISLAND, TO PLAY CARDS!?” and it’s like no, no one understands, Kaiba. Your brain doesn’t work right. This is weird.

This is so freakin weird.

Kaiba was giving the Ishtars a hard time about their family issues being resolved with his tourney, and it was because apparently he was ALSO using this tourney to resolve his own family issues the entire time.

Anyway, I never expected for Kaiba to become such a dominant character on this show but we are going to Kaiba island. Another freakin island.

So Season 3 is apparently way different and my bro was like “we can just skip all that filler? We can skip like 20 episodes.” and I was like “That is not the point of this blog. We are watching the filler.”

Now, just FYI I’m gonna take a break for a bit between seasons, probably for about 2 weeks or so. I’m probably going to make a little buffer because life stuff will inevitably pop up and I’d hate to go too off schedule now that I know Pharaoh wears PJs in season 5. Like, I enjoy doing this blog, it’s incredibly nice to do something that isn’t art related and has zero expectations assigned to it, but it is a side project, so I gotta prep accordingly.

That being said, thanks so much y’all for reading these, and all the nice comments (which I am very bad at responding to, especially since it really feels like tumblr doesn’t...have a response ability built in). I was really only making these with bro to cheer him up when he hated his job and was quitting--and then he quit and we continued to make them because last year was pretty stressful (like I don’t talk about it here because this is a happy blog but damn I’m glad 2018 is in the trash) That other people seem to enjoy these rants was fun and unexpected. So thanks for reading and putting up with the fact we know very little about this series. Well, now I know an awful lot actually. Scary how much I know about Yugioh now. Eh.

I got a graveyard post I’ll probs put out there around next weekend, in the meantime, but, other than that...I’ll see y’all in Season 3.

And if you just got here, this is a link to read the recaps in chrono order from s1 ep 1