#loved makin this too omy

[abuglikecreature]

raahhh regressor wade stimboard be upon ye !! i think he’d luv bright colours !

[ashipiko]

TENYUKI PATF AU J LIVE EM SO MUCH MY SONS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

<33 some tenyuki art kinda like a redraw from the SS below the cut?? I LIKE HOW IT TURNED OUT THO I THINK IM MOTIVATED AGAIN!!!!!

🙏🙏 also decided to drop the cast list down below!!! MORE RAMBLES ARE BELOW THE CUT

TIANA: Yuki

NAVEEN: Tenma

CHARLOTTE/LOTTIE: Muku

LOUIS: Taichi

RAY: Yuzo

MAMA ODIE: Misumi

JUJU: Kazunari

TIANA’S MOM/EUDORA: Omi

DR. FACILIER: Reni

LAWRENCE: Haruto

AND THE SUPER LONG ASHI RAMBLE ABOUT THE PLOT N STUFFS feel free to read!!!

OK SO BASICALLY LIKE

Yukki’s the son of a seamster (Omimi) and so yukki works hard everyday in dreams of opening his own salon place thingy CLOTHING LINE? I DUNNO

Tenma’s the prince coming from his kingdom to visit New Orleans broke and w no idea how to navigate places and life <3 his lackey named haruto secretly hates him and they stumble upon a voodoo stop after tenma ends up getting lost

voodoo shop is owned by a guy named Reni and he convinces tenma that he’ll help him out around town (this is a lie) and convinces haruto that he’ll get him money and power

TADA tenten gets jebaited and turned into a frog <3 in the meantime MKYK is getting ready for a party (Mukkun heard news of tenten the prince and is ECSTATIC dunno if it should be romantic or if he just wants to fanboy or whatev) tenma stumbles upon yukki while they’re getting ready, tenma thinks Yukki’s a girl and then he jebaits him to kiss him IG?? THEN BAM DOUBLE FROGS

yada yada they meet Taicchan the alligator who dreams of vibing and being super cool <3 dunno if we’ll still use the music element Louis has or not I think it’d be super cute Taiten if Taicchan recognized him like “T-TENMA???? THE PRINCE?????? WHERE ARE YOU GOING??? ILL COME TOO!!!”

Taicchan tells them of Mr. Misu and Sir Kazu and says “yeahhh I’m super good friends w them!! LEMME SHOW YOU THE WAY”

THENNN they meet Yuzo and he joins the gang after calling Taicchan an idiot for going the wrong way 😔 makin their way to mr misu and MSKZ sings a fun little banger does some gay dances and tries to teach tenyuki about love (parent and children bonding moment amirite)

THEN ITS LIKE THE END OF THE MOVIE YADA YADA yk how it goes tenyuki and yukki gets his store thing!!! <33 happy end (ignoring yuzo and reni’s deaths)

IF ANYONE HAS ANY ADDITIONS OR FEEDBACK OR COMMENTS OR WHATEV TO THE AU PLEASE LMK!!!! I THINK ITS A FUN NEATO AU <3

<3 also the SS I redrew

[majimemegoro]

At the tojo clan new year’s party ~1978/9

WIP feat. Young Shimano, rubber bullets teasers, champagne, war profiteering on the side

The man turned around and glowered down at him.

“Whoa,” Kadokura said. “I didn’t recognize you. Didn’t you have hair the last time we met?”

“Guess so,” Shimano said. “How are you doin’, Kadokura-san?”

Shimano was so funny. Kadokura loved Shimano. The guy was born to be a mob boss. He’d have his own Family in no time, doubtless. Kadokura imagined that even as a baby, Shimano would have been already smoking a cigar and speaking in that thick, guttural voice and scowling out from under those bushy brows.

“I want to visit your hole again,” Kadokura said.

Shimano’s expression twisted with distaste. “You mean anagura?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I could show any new guys some of my tricks. That would be fun.”

In response Shimano let out a humorless chuckle. “Professionals don’t kill when they ain’t intendin’ to.”

“Aw, come on, I was just playing around,” Kadokura said innocently, sipping his champagne. “And I’m not a professional. Don’t claim to be. I’m just an expert dilettante.” He giggled helplessly.

Shimano looked over his shoulder. “Where’s my kyodai when I actually want him? Don’t you got someone better to talk to?”

“You should have brought Sagawa if you wanted him here,” Kadokura said, poking Shimano in the chest. For some reason Kadokura was on the verge of bursting into laughter. “Omi brass don’t just show up at big Tojo Clan events uninvited, you know!”

Shimano swatted Kadokura’s hand away. “I know we ain’t pals,” Shimano said, “But since Sagawa tolerates you, I’ll do you a solid. You’re close to makin’ a scene, here, if you keep on like this. You should pack up and turn in before it’s too late.”

Displeased, Kadokura straightened up. Bold words from someone who was a mere lieutenant. “I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself,” Kadokura said. “If I end up making a scene, it will be on purpose.” He drained his champagne and deposited it on the tray of a passing waiter.

“Okay,” Shimano said. “Suit yourself. You’re lucky you’re so important.”

“Yes,” Kadokura said. “But it isn’t luck, you know.”

In response to that Shimano raised his own glass in a little toast. Kadokura’s heart thrilled.

“We aren’t that different, you know,” he whispered conspiratorially. “We’d both destroy anything that gets in our way. That’s one thing in common. Even though I’m a connoisseur of the process and you’re more… goal-oriented.”

“I heard you’re workin’ on some really advanced new stuff right now,” Shimano said. Again a waiter passed by, this time with a full platter, and Shimano plucked a flute of champagne and passed it to Kadokura.

Kadokura laughed aloud and took a gulp. His face felt very overheated but he was having fun. “Trying to get me drunk so I’ll spill company secrets? Naughty, naughty! Although, you’re moving up the ranks rather fast, I hear. I like that. I like that a lot. You’re an underdog, sort of. Maybe I should give you a little something… see what you can do with it.” He looked around, checking for eavesdroppers. “I’m collaborating with the police right now.”

Shimano’s always-furrowed brow furrowed more.

“I mean, I’m developing tech for the police. New, non-lethal ordnance, mostly. It’s a huge government contract. I do love those.”

“Non-lethal, huh,” Shimano said noncommittally.

“Mhm.” Kadokura drained his glass and turned to look for somewhere to deposit it, nearly stumbling as he moved. He was only steadied by Shimano’s grip on his elbow. “Whoops,” Kadokura said.

“It ain’t even midnight yet,” Shimano said.

“Yeah. The night is young. Listen, are you interested in any anti-aircraft guns? There’s a whole batch that they fucked up the alloy on, I’m trying to get rid of them.”

“No, I don’t got much use for an anti-aircraft gun,” Shimano said, tone dry but polite. “If they ain’t no good, shouldn’t you sell ‘em to someone you don’t like?”

“Hrgn.” Kadokura stroked his chin. “Well, yes, but all of the armed conflicts going on right now are sorta good… for me, I mean. So I don’t wanna unbalance things too much.” He’d definitely slurred some words, there. Oh well.

“Sell the dud weapons to both sides, then,” Shimano said.

Kadokura looked up at him sidelong. “What a thought. My credibility as a businessman would be gone.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Shimano said. “Forget I said shit, then.” He fished around in a breast pocket and extracted a cigar case. He flipped it open and offered one to Kadokura, who took it and started chewing on it. Shimano lit it, then lit his own. “By the way, Kadokura-san,” he said causally. “I been thinkin’ about gettin’ into the weapons trade myself. You got any anti-aircraft guns you want off your hands?”

Kadokura was absorbed with the cigar and trying to make smoke rings. He was so out of practise. “What?”

“Think you could sell me some anti-aircraft guns?”

“Huh? I thought you just said-“

“And I’d want some advice on who might be willin’ to by them from me.”

Kadokura exhaled an abortive smoke ring and paused. “Ah,” he said. Shimano was a sharp bastard. Kadokura smiled. “Yeah, actually, now that you mention it, there are some G.A.M. folks who might want something like that. I could put you in touch.”

Shimano nodded in gratitude. “Sounds good,” he said. “What are you askin’ for the guns?” “Oh, maybe a million yen apiece for six or seven? And see how that goes.”

“Done,” Shimano said, and sucked on his cigar.

Kadokura raised an eyebrow. He’d been expecting some haggling, especially since he’d admitted the weaponry was faulty. And why the hell did Shimano just have that kind of money lying around anyway? He wasn’t even a patriarch.

“I’ve always believed in investin’ for the future,” Shimano said, as though he’d heard Kadokura’s confusion. “Glad we could do business.”

“…Okay,” Kadokura said, bringing the cigar back to his mouth. “Me too.” The Tojo Clan was full of sick, scheming fucks. It was entertaining as hell. He was so glad he’d come to this stupid party.

“And about anagura, you’ll have to talk to the boss.”

“Ah. Sure,” Kadokura said vaguely. “Good old Dojima. Is he here tonight?”

“Yeah,” Shimano said. “He was.”

“I haven’t seen him.”

“I know he was here. I saw him chattin’ up one of the waitresses.”

“Ah. Well, he’s probably in a broom closet by now, then.” Kadokura puffed meditatively on the cigar, and leaned over to flick some ashes into the tray perched on a nearby table. His head spun with pleasant dizziness as he did so, and Shimano steadied him again.

“Careful,” Shimano warned. “You really oughta slow down, there.”

“Sstop with the patriarchal bullshit,” Kadokura complained, and then noticed the unintentional pun. “There’s a free prediction for the new year,” he giggled. “How’s the Shimano Family sound to you?”

“Sounds damn good,” Shimano said, finishing and stubbing out his cigar. “I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself.” He patted Kadokura on the arm and set off with determination for the other side of the room. After—what was that guy’s name? Shibata?

Kadokura’s champagne flute was empty. How sad. He looked at it sadly for a minute. The party suddenly felt very distant and cold, like Kadokura was inside a bubble in the midst of the merriment. It had been a few hours since he’d even thought about Sato. But now he wondered what Sato was up to. Training hard? Cleaning his gun, maybe?

[hyocherie]

[euphoria] a short shinwaka fluff

↳ shinwaka fluff from that cat picture i just shared but i stole it. but anyways, we're not gonna talk about me stealing memes and pics because that's nothing else but here's a shinwaka fluff with takeben and because everything i have read is angst including maitake so i decided to make myself and any other shinwaka shipper happy with shinwaka food. enjoy (that's long)

↳ lowercase intended and no beta read, let's suffer together and let grammarly suffer as well.

1.

after the incident...

"you really don't wanna leave me alone, huh waka?"

shinichiro cooed, taking his hand and patting wakasa's fluffy white locks, as the one younger than him cuddle tighter by his side. he was cute, shin gotta admit, and he looked like a sleepy cat. well, wakasa's fighting the urge to close his eyes and sleep, because who knows what will happen to shinichiro if he leaves and he doesn't notice? yeah, that's making wakasa stay up.

wakasa pouted, "no, never."

"y'know waka," shinichiro looked at the ceiling, his hands playing with wakasa's white locks. "thank you for caring for me."

wakasa looked up at him, "why?"

"even after all these years," shinichiro said. "you're still here, beside me. I'm not your commander anymore, you know?"

"i just want to stay beside you," wakasa mumbled as he snuggled his face onto shinichiro's side. "I'm not used to living without your commands."

"and thank you for protecting me from kazutora-kun yesterday," shinichiro chuckled, patting wakasa's back. "i owe you a lot, love."

wakasa hovered over shinichiro, a small smile curling up at the side of his lips, "i promise to protect you, right?"

"i should also try to protect you too, you've done a lot for me and I'm grateful."

they both stared at each other's eyes in silence, savouring the other's warmth and presence. their nights were always like this, just late night conversations accompanied by sweet cuddles. their little world roams around at night, the stars being reflected by the window down to the wooden floor.

"no," wakasa shook his head. "you're too weak to catch a punch for me."

"that's not what i entirely mean!" shinichiro pouted. wakasa smiled wider and planted a small kiss on shinichiro's cheek, one of his favourite things to do.

"i know, love," wakasa played with his raven hair. "just in your youth, you've protected me so much."

"i don't remember anything."

"remember that time when somebody bathmouthed me accidentally in front of you?"

"don't make me remember that," shinichiro grimaced at the memory, which made wakasa chuckled.

"you were amazing back then," wakasa continued to play with shinichiro's unruly locks. "that made me fall in love with you even more."

"stop it waka, you're makin' me blush."

"can't i?" wakasa smirked. "just pay back for all the times you did to me as well."

"i still made you blush more."

wakasa snickered, punching shinichiro's stomach softly before snuggling onto his chest, one arm wrapped around his torso, "haha."

2.

"aren't they awake yet?" takeomi took a sip from his coffee. but then, he was met with boiling hot coffee. "oh, that's hot."

"no, not yet," benkei shook his head. he then went towards their room. "I'll go check."

...

"omi!"

"what?" takeomi put down his cup of coffee. "what's wrong?"

"look at them," benkei smiled, gesturing takeomi to look. "how adorable."

takeomi then peeked in, seeing shinichiro and wakasa cuddled up together. the ravenette was sleeping on his side, while wakasa was cuddled up like a ball, his head resting on shinichiro's waist like it was a pillow.

"should we wake them up?" benkei looked at takeomi, who just shrugged.

"eh, let them be," he waved, going back to the kitchen. "c'mon, benkei."

bur before he went outside the room, he took out his phone and took a quick snap, before slowly closing the door and running towards the kitchen, where takeomi was busy drinking his cup of coffee.

[property of seiji, @hyocherie & @1stgenblackdragons]

[omiboshii]

SakuAtsu AU tw // major character death

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you'll always be my favorite view."

-

Traditional painter Sakusa Kiyoomi who only paints sceneries and cute animals, actually paints a portrait of someone for once. The reason why he didn't paint portraits of people is because he dislikes them (as obvious as it seems; it has also been years since he last painted a portait of someone).

When he found out that Atsumu's birthday is getting near, Sakusa started doing rough sketches of him and drafting. He worked on this piece for a month and finished a week before Atsumu's birthday.

"I guess it's fine to give him his birthday gift a day early..." Sakusa mutters to himself as he looks at his finished piece, happy with the results of the effort he put in for a month; he's excited to give his gift.

Two days before the birthday, Sakusa talks to Atsumu over the phone, telling him they should meet tomorrow for Sakusa's surprise. 

"Omi, are ya watchin' the stars right now?"

"Yeah... the skies are clear tonight, so the view's nice."

"Night sceneries are your favorite, aren't they?"

"Mhmm," Sakusa leans on the window-frame, "I love them. They make me feel calm, and nights are more peaceful than the day."

Atsumu chuckles, "I agree with that, but my favorite view is better."

Sakusa raised a brow, "Yeah?"

"You shoyld ask me, Omi-omi!"

Sakusa rolls his eyes but laughs a little, "You're still so childish 'Tsum."

"Just ask me!"

"Fine," a small smile stays on Sakusa's lips, "What's your favorite view then?"

"It's you."

Moments of silence pass, before Sakusa speaks up again, "...You're not kidding?"

"I'm not, I'm serious."

"'Tsumu."

"Are you flustered right now, Omi-kun?"

"No, I'm not," Sakusa says despite the faint tint of pink spreading on his cheeks, "You always like to joke around like this."

"I told you, I'm not joking this time." Astumu's voice was calm, he's not laughing nor sound like he's smiling.

"...'Tsumu," Of course, Sakusa finds it weird, Atsumu being serious isn't an everyday thing, "Is there something wring?" He also finds it weird how silent Atsumu's background in the call is; there's no usual bantering from his twin in between, nor the sound of glasses clinking.

"'Course I am, Omi! I just miss ya-- since we haven't met in a week now."

Sakusa doesn't fight the smile that shapes his lips, "I miss you, too."

"Geez! Yer makin' my heart flutter too much."

Sakusa laughs softly and Atsumu chuckles, before they fall into silence.

"You should take a rest and sleep, Omi," Atsmu breaks the silence, "We'll see each other tomorrow."

"Okay," Sakusa looks at the waning mooon one last time before walking away from the window, "Good night, 'Tsum. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Omi," Atsumu says softly, then a long pause before, "...see you."

The next morning comes; Sakusa wakes up to a text from Osamu, telling him that Atsumu can't make it for today's plan and he should come to the address that was attached in the message. What's odd is, Osamu was apologizing. Aside from that, the location attached on the message was a hospital's address.

Sakusa doesn't feel good with this.

The next thing Sakusa knows, he's in a hospital room and someone is crying-- no, not someone else, but he himself is. There's a painful feeling in his chest, certainly his heart stings. The cold tears that that stream down on his cheeks prickle, breath stuck in his throat along with his words.

"Why..." Sakusa turns away from the one who sleeps peacefully for an eternity on the hospital bed, from Atsumu, to face Osamu, "Why didn't any of you tell me?"

His voice trembles and cracks, a harsh breath after. Osamu flinches, seeing how Sakusa looks so hurt, and betrayed.

"How could I?" Osamu snaps, tears form on the corner of his eyes once again, "If you could've seen his face when he asked me not to tell you, how could I?"

Sakusa shuts his mouth, Osamu clenches his fists, "That was what he wanted... to spend the rest of his days ordinarily."

Osamu must be having it worse, Sakusa thought; Watching his own brother spend the rest of his days ordinarily and not being able to do anything-- he can't imagine how painful it must be.

Sakusa looks at Atsumu, who lays on the bed with a peaceful look on his face. Pain grows even more with the thought of not being able to see him smile again, and knowing that they won't ever see Atsumu open his eyes again.

"...Since when?"

"Four years ago," Osamu also looks at his brother.

"And we only met a year ago..."

"He knew you even before that," Osamu wipes his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, "He wouldn't stop talking about how he finds you pretty."

Osamu picks up of what Sakusa thinks a photo album from the table beside, "...He wanted to give this to you."

Sakusa accepts, but he doesn't open the photo albun, afraid of what the contents of it could be; he hugs it close to his chest instead.

"...I'll give you two a moment," Osamu turns to the door, "Just call if you ever need something."

As the door closes with a soft click, Sakusa takes the seat beside the bed, placing the album on his lap as he reacges for Atsumu's hand-- oh how Sakusa hopes to feel the warmth he longs for again --his hands trembling.

Cold. Atsumu's hand is, as Sakusa holds close.

Sakusa brings Atsumu's hand close to his lips, letting out a shaky breath as he looks at the peaceful look on Atsumu's face. Tears gather up again in the corner of his eyes, spilling down continuously onto his cheeks, "'Tsumu..."

He sucks in a sharp breath, there are a lot of things in his mind, questions he wishes to ask but are left unanswered, "Why?"

Sakusa holds onto Atsumu's hand tightly, and swallows a lump in his throat, "When you said we'll see each other today, did you mean it like this?"

Of course, there's no reply; not a teasing "Yer too serious, Omi!" with a laugh at the end-- nothing. Only silence.

That day, Sakusa continues to grieve. Everything seemed to blur, he lets his own feet take him to wherever, and ends up at his atelier.

Vivid memories of the times they spent together in this spacious yet messy room flood in Sakusa's mind; the cozy feeling whenever Astumu visits, the random things they talked about, the sunsets they have watched together, the accidental small touches when their hands or fingers brush each other, the matching mugs that Atsumu brought for them ever since he frequently visited.

It used to be so lonely, until Atsumu persistently welcomed himself here.

But now it's all lonely again, even feels lonelier than before.

-

Two weeks have passed, the burial was done and Sakusa went. He felt numb ever since, he barely went home and spent his nights in his atelier instead. He would find himself spacing out and staring at Atsumu's portrait.

Every time Sakusa realized he was looking, there would be a prickly feeling in his chest, a feeling of wanting to cry yet no tears were shed.

Tonight, Sakusa leans on the window-frame, looking at the night sky that's filled with countless of stars yet none of them shines brighter than Atsumu did.

The wind blows softly, Sakusa closed his eyes, and for a second he could've sworn he heard a gentle whisper of "Omi," or maybe it was from the memories he's holding onto.

Sakus opens his eyes slowly, he couldn't help but hope even just a little that he could see Atsumu again, but the first thing he saw was the photo album.

The photo album that he was given to, sits on Sakusa's wooden easel, the ray of moonlight shining down on it. He still hasn't opened it, he couldn't bring himself to.

"I guess it's time to open it, huh..." Sakusa whispers to himself as he reaches out to get the item, then placing it down on his lap and takes a deep breath.

When he opens the album, Sakusa starts to sniffle. As expected, they were photographs that Atsumu took with Sakusa. Most of the photos had something written (with Atsumu's messy penmanship) below them, the dates of when were the photos taken and short messages and notes.

Even though there were tears, Sakusa couldn't help but laugh at some of the photos and messages. There were random photos, like a fluffy stray cat glaring at Atsumu with a note below, "This cat still doesn't like me.... :(( so I only took a photo of it!"

Sakusa continues to look at the photos and read the notes under them, page by page, until there were only a few pages left. Those few pages were stuffed with Atsumu's unsent love letters for Sakusa.

He skims through the remaining pages, to check if those letters were the only ones left to look at. Sakusa's heart tinged with pain as he reaches the last page.

On the last page, was a photo of Sakusa smiling, and the note below it was written: "It's a shame, I can't admire your beauty until our hair turns gray. But,"

Sakusa doesn't feel numb anymore, emotions surge through his chest as he lets out a sob when he reads the last line:

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you'll always be my favorite view."

--End.

[cleverfoxhound-writes]

After 1000 years I’ve written something.

Ryuji Goda x Akira Nishidake (OC)

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about.

He was the Golden Dragon among the snakes of Sotenbori, he was the fearsome patriarch of the Go Ryu family, the adopted son of Jin Goda of the Omi Alliance. A man of power within the seedy underbelly of Osaka and soon Tokyo. 

A man of power, a name demanded it, strength that commanded. His domineering presence frightened and commanded his men and those around him, no one would dare challenge him. He had no weaknesses to his men but the Kansai Dragon had a weakness.

A woman. A foreigner. 

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about. 

Though he hated rumors, these rumors in specific amused him.

The heavy beats of the music reverberated off the walls in the club, rhythmic beats pounded his chest as he entered the night club. The immense wave of heat from the throng of bodies grinding against one another on the floor washed over him, a stark difference front the winter like weather outside the building.  Normally, this wasn’t his scene but he was a man on a mission and dealt with it. 

He and the two men, his top lieutenants he brought with him, followed him to the upstairs VIP lounge; he was unbothered by the startled looks of the people who were caught in salacious acts that would cause scandals for months. A smirk crossed his lips as he signaled for his men to wait nearby before he disappeared into the back offices of the club, offices that were off limits to the regular guests.

She was here, they hadn’t seen each other in a month and agreed to meet here.

He sought her out, hungry for her, her magnolia perfume was just a faint lingering scent that teased his senses while taking care of business. It drove him wild and though they agreed to keep things private for her sake he kept himself composed.

He walked down the darkened hallway until he came to a single door, he slowly opened it. The room was cool, illuminated by the muted pinks and oranges neon lights that managed to slip between the shutters.  She stood in front of the window arms crossed as she looked down at the streets of Sotenbori

"Ryuji?" a woman's voice said as she looked over her shoulder at the man.  Ryuji grunted in reply as he calmly closed the door and took off his coat, discarding it on the sofa. No words were uttered as he quickly closed the distance between them, a hand gently caressed her cheek, as he carded a hand through her silky caresses before he pulled her into a heated kiss.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he felt the heat, the soft curves of her flush against him, she looped her arms around his neck fully giving into him with wanton need. He hungrily groped at the exposed flesh thighs, greedily pushing up her mini skirt for the naked and heated flesh underneath it.

“I fuckin’ missed ya Akira,” Ryuji growled softly.

“I missed you too...Ryuji,” Akira moaned softly as he hungrily kissed down the exposed column of her neck leaving marks as he continued.

The way his name sounded coming from her lips, though she wasn’t a native it flowed differently and left him with a burning need for her. Hesitantly he broke the kiss, a string of saliva hung from their lips. 

“Ryuji…” Akira panted softly as she looked at him, though the office was dim and only illuminated from the pink and orange lights from her bronze skin seemed to glow. 

She came from America though half Japanese with tanned skin, she was still looked down, he helped her and she helped him. They lost contact with each other after they graduated high school and happened to stumble on one another a few months back. 

She was a model, one of the top models in Japan, she had grown into a beautiful woman despite the traditions heavily embedded in Japan, she prospered. 

He had fallen for her at first sight. She was smart, affluent, and still had that sharp tongue he remembered from high school. After a few they met for a few drinks, privately, and after the interviews she participated in about her connections with the Goda family.

Ryuji knew that he needed to make her his and he did.

A high school friend to lover, none of his men knew that he was fucking the top foreign model in Japan and it thrilled him. She was his now and he wasn’t going to let go of her.

As she clung to him he backed them into the lone desk in the room, he lifted her slightly enough to have her sit on top of the flat surface. 

“It’s been too long Aki...You look fuckin’ amazing,” Ryuji growled as he loosened his belt and pants. “Once this is over, I’m fuckin’ makin’ ya mine, I give no fucks of what these fuckers say,”

“You’re still serious…” Akira trailed off.

“Of course,” Ryuji replied as he tenderly caressed her cheek. 

“R-ryuji--” Akira began.

“Shut up, I said what I said,” Ryuji growled.

He gently ran his finger tips over her lips, down the column of her neck, across her collarbone. A soft gasp slipped past her lips as he kneaded her breasts before he continued down her taut abdomen and finally dipped between the sopping wet folds of her sex. Ryuji growled deeply in his chest as her head rolled back, her mouth open in a silent moan, an abrupt gasp shot from between her lips, she stifled a cry by biting on her bottom lip.

He was the Dragon of Kansai, a king, he had the power, the reach and lowered himself to none. He had patience for those who deserved it, he had control, he had everything he could want and yet when it came to her none of that mattered. He lowered himself in front of her, between her legs spreading them apart as he feasted on her thighs, her essence, her dripping sex.

They knew tonight they wouldn’t be able to take their time with one another, they wouldn’t be able to take things slow, he wouldn’t he couldn’t spend the time working her open for him, making her scream his name, they couldn’t spend the night with each other and settled for this night, this moment. She was sprawled across her desk, a panting mess before he took her. He was normally slow, methodical when it came to her but time didn’t allow them the slow love making they enjoyed. 

“R-Ryuji!” Akira gasped and gripped his shoulder as he quickly thrusted into her. 

“Yer so fucking tight for me…no matter how much I fuck you,” Ryuji groaned deeply as he fully sheathed himself in her. His larger frame engulfed her smaller one as he buried his face in the crook of her neck biting her neck leaving another mark.

A hiss came from her lips and an abrupt gasp as he pulled his hips back to slam forward into her tight heat.

“Ryuji!” Akira cried out.

“I know, I know sweetheart...I’ll make it up to ya,” Ryuji murmured and straightened himself and shrugged off his overcoat and loosened his tie tossing it across the room.

His hands were on her hips, bruising grip as he thrust into her, each thrust fast, and powerful that rocked her to her core. Akira arched her back off the desk as she held onto the edges of the desk to keep herself from shifting away from the man despite knowing that her hips would be bruised by tomorrow morning from the man’s strength.

Ryuji snarled as she moaned his name over and over again, praying to him as if he was a god, though clothed he could still feel her nails digging into his skin as he savagely fucked her not giving a damn of who would find them.

Who would stop them?

There was something more carnal about tonight as the thought of love making was the furthest thing from his mind, he was too far gone for gentle love making. Was it her perfume? The skin tight mini skirt and crop top? The way the sheen of sweat on her body? The way she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from being too loud? The way her skin glowed in the pink and orange neon lights.

“Fuck,” Ryuji cursed as he could feel her walls pulsing around his cock and he could feel his own body betraying him and pushed him closer and closer to his end. He moaned out her name over and over and over again and she moaned his name as if she was in a trance , with every thrust as he found his chest pressed against her own, rutting into her with instinctual need.  

Deeper, harder, faster, short shallow thrusts, and she was coming undone below him. Her back arched off the desk as her mouth opened in a silent orgasm the intensity of her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his body trembling as he leaned down and frantically kissed her in an attempt to stifle his own loud moan.  

His hips stilled against hers, their lips swollen but he didn’t give a damn, she clung to him as she rode out her orgasm, milking him for every drop that he would willingly gave her. Pulse after pulse his seed painted her walls and when the rush of their orgasm settled, Ryuji hesitantly pulled from her.

“I didn’t hurt ya did I?” Ryuji mumbled as one of his large hands caressed her cheek and brushed pieces of her hair from her face.

“You left a lot of marks…” Akira panted.

“Had to let them know yer taken. I’ve seen the way the fuck boys fawn over ya,”   Ryuji replied lowly as he extended a hand for her to take. He gently pulled her from the desk before he stuffed himself back into his trousers, he watched as his seed dripped down between her thighs.

“ ‘sides…” Ryuji began deeply. “ You got all that makeup to cover them up,” Ryuji commented.

“You’re leaving tonight?” Akira asked as she adjusted her clothing and smoothed her hair.

“Yeah...for a little bit, be back tomorrow night,” Ryuji said quietly as he grabbed his coat that he had tossed on the sofa.

There was a brief silence in the room, between the two. Ryuji slipped on his overcoat and when he felt his arms wrap around his abdomen.

“Be careful...please,” Akira whispered as she gently squeezed. He sighed deeply before he turned around and pulled her into his embrace.

“Ya worry too much,” Ryuji murmured as his large hand caressed her cheek.

“How can I not?” Akira replied as she pushed her cheek further into his hand. “I love--” 

Ryuji leaned down taking her lips in a heated kiss and hesitantly broke the kiss, his lips hovering above hers momentarily.

“...why...” Akira whispered

“Tell me that when we’re not in a fuckin club...tell me when it’s jus’ us,”

“I will…” 

“Good, cause I’ll be waiting,” Ryuji pressed his lips against hers once more. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before he exited the office quietly closing the door behind him.

[atsumumiya-anon]

You know damn well where it’s all fluttery you big tease. I wanted your help, but maybe I’ll just go see if Omi can help instead. He wouldn’t tease me and tell me to use my big girl words. You say you want to make me happy but I’m really shy Tsumu 👉🏻👈🏻 I just wanted you to take care of me and maybe be all soft and gentle just for me 🥺 But, I should probably just run away back to Issei and leave you here with Kay.

I love your kisses too pretty. Oh god, I couldn’t handle if Issei had a twin. The chaos and nightmare that would be. Rin sounds like a handful too, I don’t know how you did it. I’d make him lunch but he’s being all teasing so he doesn’t get my delicious cooking. Issei is calm now, but that’s after years of work. You put him back with Makki, Iwa, and Oikawa for a couple hours though and it all goes out the window. They’re crazy together. I’ll just bring Issei with me one day so you guys can meet him properly. And you do look pretty all flushed. Maybe I should just stay with you instead of Atsumu.

aww i’m sorry pretty baby, promise i won’t tease ya anymore. come back, i miss ya already 🥺 promise ya, beautiful, i’ll be soft n sweet n gentle for ya, no need for big girl words. ya can be my pretty lil baby, gonna smother ya in kisses. spoil ya rotten. pinky promise love.

oh my god B you have no idea how chaotic they were 😭😭😭 kita and aran helped a bunch with keeping them in line, but sometimes even they’d indulge them, and i’d walk in on the craziest things there was this one time at a training camp where they tried piling all of everyones futons and even the extra ones and see who could stay on top the longest while everyone else was shaking it. walked in to suna screamin’ as he fell, almost bonking his head on the table. i promise you, ur not alone babes 😭😭😂😂.

i’d love to meet issei, you should def bring him around some time ngl, don’t tell my boys (they’ll get jealous but deny it) but mattsuns always kinda made me flustered.

you can ditch ‘tsumu if you want baby, i’m more than eager to steal you away from him. pretty girl, makin me so flustered. can’t wait to smooch ur whole face.

[pwnyta]

Nobody ASKED for any of my shitty Pokemon character doodles... BUT IM IN A MOOD.

SO yall have to deal with it.

This is under a read more so dont come at me about it being annoyingly long. Blame Dumblr. Theres a SHIT TON OF DOODLES UNDER THE CUT.

First off I wanted to give Holly a whole classroom of friends... it wasnt GONNA be an all girls school... but I kept crankin of little girly Mons....

I dont actually have a shiny Darumaka or Eevee... but theyre two of my favorite shinies...

I drew these four after so theyre a bit different in style. Shiny Swirlex has the same excuse as the other two shinies... I just love the shiny colors

They also needed a teacher so I repurposed one of my older characters because I thought itd be funny to have a swan teacher... cuz swans are so scary but they care for their babies well.

Darla and Delilah can be bothered with threats because theyre safe with Mr Shandra.

Mikhail only takes classes that are small enough to fit under his wingspan so he can keep them all safe. And Eva and Tiffany learn from the best and just get pissed off like their teacher.

((Hes more bark than bite though... hes not a great fighter and a double weakness to Electric? Garbo. But he puts up a convincing enough front.))

And because he was a swan I gave him a life mate. The only other being that gets any softness from him.

He was an ex pirate.

Mikhail has no interest in criminals!!! So the captain gave up the pirate life and married a very short tempered bird and gained a lot of weight...because I wanted him chubby.

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‘’Spider’’, Esi, and dear ol Dad. Despite Reds best efforts to keep Esi out of Osborns hands he still ended up an immensely shady bastard but at least hes not as broken as ‘’Spider’’.

I didnt finish their moms because I couldnt settle on a design for Spiders mum....

Now Spider works for Caedere his beloved boss who would never ever lie to him ever. (Hint: Spiders nature is ‘naive’)

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I tried revamping Ray and Hebanon...  but Ray still gay as hell for his boy.

I bullied Sparky a little. He’ll probably be fine even if Rays got a Mega evo. Its the name of the game Ray... hes supposed to knock his opponent out... you cant get pissed when ever Hebanon gets fucked up in battle.

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Did I post these? Am I ever gonna finish these character sheets? No. And look I forgot the most pressing detail of Zippos and thats his fuckin Arbok mark on his back. IM A FOOL.

Kreetan and his mum and dad.

So many little comic things I’ll never finish because theres too many and instead of just stopping and finishing something I keep adding to my unfinished doodles instead. This is why I dont take requests or anything.

I time where Leif and Cyndy actually grow up?

THEY ALL HAVE CAT EARS.

Zippo is curious.

.....AS A CAT.

Polly is here too!! And shes ready to punch someone RIGHT IN THE NOODLE.

I also thought itd be nice to draw out some other Chars of Zippo and Crizs generation.

Theyre.. as you may have guessed are not finished yet.

Clem is a timid lad, Mira... not so much. Very brave

Addy is a modest princess type

Jubilee is a sassy lass.

And Criz. A sweet bashful boy whos never done anything wrong and certainly will not die because no one would be cruel enough to let that happen.

((EYES EMOJI))

Babby Clem, Addy, and Jubilee.

WHO’RE THESE ASSHOLES?!

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Updated Mistletoe. One spooky righteous(in his own mind) lad.

She only looks stoic to start... but shes quite the weirdo.

She just got here and shes ready to go home. What a mood.

Now for some less polished individuals....

Meh meh meh lookit me IM OMI. Im gonna put three of the exact same Pokemon in the same group so Pwnyta has to suffer tryna come up with different designs.

...But I do like them. I imagine that they remain Ekans because they wont need the mark of their tribe so no one will no where they come from. So spooky.

I was torn between the codename ‘Sundown‘ and ‘Daybreak‘ for Crobat.

By day hes a wholesome trustworthy priest... by night he tortures people for a shady shady bug man. He’ll determine if youre truly innocent.

Doc has to deal with all these fuckin weirdos... he just wants to be a doctor... BUT AT WHAT COST DOC?!

This is a sequel to the doodle comic I was makin in a previous post... Kop and Doc develop an interesting friendship (In Kops mind. Its more a ‘stalker with a crush’ situation) But hey if Kops not being paid then hes got no reason to hurt Doc.

...Docs a fun character to bully because hes so smarmy and small.

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AND NOW FOR SOME SCIENCE BITCHES.

A man of few words and an intense curiosity with mortal beings and his own existence.

A spooky lad who doesnt quite mean to torment his subordinates... its just his Pressure.

Id imagine his form changes are a bit like Iron Man in IW when hes fighting Thanos.

I drew some more science bitches...

Some casual clothes for the original three stooges.

Shes deaf Franz! She cant hear you.

Ya know IDK if itd be ‘canon‘ that they all met as kids... I just thought itd be cute. Little psychic babies all doofin off together... the most troublesome one being asleep 90% of the time due to being an Abra.... and narcoleptic. Abra sleep so much naturally... Geller sleeps even MORE... thats why hes so incredibly smart even for an Alakazam.

I had a whole little redo sketch comic idea of Mewtwo breakin loose and fuckin shit up.... (its never been finished)

Franz tries to put him to sleep. (it doesnt work. He needs Emanuel and Nola to save him and he gets his arm broken for bein such a cheeky lad.)

Mewtwo doesnt have too much of a problem with Geller due to his soft spot for kids and pure desire for knowledge... but if hes gonna protect the other assholes then PERISH.

Dont worry though big boss Deo wont let his subordinates die let alone the second smartest after him... and saves them all pretty easy. A sharp tentacle arm through the chest will stop even Mewtwo.

Some booboos happen tho...

But hes fine eventually and finds his ex wife home watchin the kids.

Shes promptly expelled.

Geller also goes back for Dilla and steals him. Lifes too short not to adopt an ancient fossil baby.

Emanuel isnt delighted... but he doesnt have the heart to call the authorities on a man who risked his life to save him.

Fossil Mons come in two types-- Resurrected fossils which have the skin color of the primary coloring of their Pokemon form so they can be solid black or blue or red or w/e... Ancestors of ancient Pokemon have normal skin tones.

And another comic sketch idea... where Geller and Roswell are gifted with some fancy new Mega stones... Ros? Not too keen on the idea hes seen what can happen to a bitch when they Mega Evo... he aint got time for that. Geller goes HARD for SCIENCE.

Ros: Geller I know your a spoon guy but stick a fork in that bastard cuz hes done. COOKED. If he thinks im riskin my ass for his bullshit. Lets go tell him off together (im scared to go without you...)

Geller: We experiment on living things all the time for the sake of scientific progress.... are we really too good to be subject to our own studies?

Ros: YES. ABSOLUTELY.

After seeing Geller use his without hesitation, putting his body through a world of hurt for the sake of SCIENCE!!! Ros couldnt pussy out on his boy...

His Mega is just FABULOUS and now he loves it.

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I was also makin a team with the Pokemon that have the highest stats (non Legends/Psudos/Megas) but I got bored after Blissey. She has a Togekiss wife I didnt finish either... Oh well.

Shes a bold lass and prefers double battles with her support wife. She doesnt like using dangerous moves as its in her nature as a Blissey to heal.

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(I forgot his whiskers... OH WELL)

I wanted to give Flaminio some people who missed him after he got spirited away by his Ghosts.

After he disappeared people looked for him but he was never found and years and years went by and people stopped looking. Even Clove and Ceto had to move on.

Koban is a loyal bitch though and he never let it go. He still wants his friend back. Hes an old boy now... so old people probably call him ‘Nekomata‘ and wonder when his tail is gonna split.

[meowdarame]

then what's keepin ya? id keep ya here and have ya kiss up on me 24/7 if i could. yer always makin me blush baby, c'monnnn. its like ya want me ta get teased by shoyo-kun 'n omi-kun, is that it baby? kisses yer nose same as usual baby, had practice and missed ya ;) oh! and went 'n picked up some stuff from samu's. tuna and miso, right love? i missed you more doll <333

didja?! 'm real prouda of ya baby. a reward huh? whats my good girl have in mind, hmm?

-tsumu

sho and omi just tease you because they’re jealous of you, tsum! i giggle and settle into your arms.

gasps yay! thank you baby for bringing food, i’m so hungry :,( i take a bite out of the spicy tuna onigiri. samu’s onigiri is always so yummy!

and hmm… i’d love some cuddles and kissies, tsumie (*^ω^*) and maybe later tonight we can do other things too! depending on our mood hehe i look up at you and bat my lashes. how’s that sound?