#but if I didn’t get to play as yoshi I would not play I would refuse

[sexynetra]

rawnsyf marcia , luxx , sugar and jax playing Mario kart/party together at sleepovers

YES, IVE GIVEN THEM CHARACTERS, Marcia chooses peach , luxx chooses Rosalina , jax chooses daisy and sugar chooses toad

Your character choices for them are all 100% but as a certified yoshi girlie… I’m missing my baby.

When they get their shit together and Anetra joins the group, she gets to be yoshi, the king amongst men of Mario characters :)

[makncheese12]

Locked up

Request: Can I have uuuhhhh…. A45 - person A being a small ball of aggression while person B is a big teddy bear with Tara Carpenter as Person A (maybe not agressive but how Tara is, maybe a bit grumpy and moody) and Reader as person B? And also maybe that R is Flustered around Tara ◡̈

Warning: suggestive themes, Tara being kinky, bad words and that’s it I think?

A/N: I just figured something out and I love doing it sm.

Part 2?

Tara Carpenter x G!p!reader

A fight between Tara and Sam is always hell, both trying to always be right which made it all go in a constant circle. You were usually the main cause of them and because of that they seemed to be getting more and more frequent as Tara healed over time after Woodsboro. The aftermath was always you having to listen to Tara rant in your own apartment not too far from their shared one.

And every time you took it upon yourself to tell Sam she was with you knowing the older carpenter was probably freaking out each second Tara was gone. She tried to hate you for it — how you would rage along whenever she would sneak off to parties or sneak into their apartment or sneak Tara out — but it was no use, you were too sweet and always protected Tara so she settled for subtle glares and small comments whenever you were near.

The relationship itself confused Sam and many others around you. While you were quiet and reserved, Tara was out going and wanted to be out there. Which made her wonder why you just followed her where ever she decided to go.

Let’s not forget the size difference. How could she?When she first met you at the hospital she had to admit, she was both surprised and intimidated but you seemed to be far more intimidated by the older sister. Your personality was completely different from your looks which made everything far more confusing to the girl.

How can someone so big be so soft for her grumpy short sister? She had no clue.

But here you say on the couch at a random costume party hosted by some chick you’ve never met with a red solo cup full something you didn’t dare ask when Chad gave it to you in your black tank top and orange cargo pants dressed as a prisoner, per Tara’s request to match her. It was Tara’s way of rebelling against her sister and to prove that she was her own woman.

Music blaring loudly, the entire house dark with flashing lights, and people moved and danced closely. Something you weren’t fond of but still went along with the group because Tara seemed so excited about it.

In the dark room you catch sight of Chad in his zombie football player costume, a classic and boring one but then again it was last second. And not too far behind him was Ethan in his… Yoshi costume… the large hat stuck out and you began to realize why he didn’t have a girlfriend, he made up for it with his awkward charm though.

You had a few shots with the two and allowed Chad to make you a drink mixed with different things you dare not drink out of before slipping away onto the empty couch.

That left Mindy, Anika and Tara who were most likely somewhere playing a game having something to do with alcohol.

Suddenly, a girl in a Mario costume takes a seat next to you. At least she could have made it look cute, it was just a red t-shirt with an ‘M’ on it and black shorts.

Another group stood nearby watching and giggling. You notice another girl who wore the same thing but as Luigi. Oh great.

A few beats of silence goes by before she speaks. “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” she asks with a smile before leaning in and as soon as she does your nose is filled with her excessive amount of body spray. Not even the good kind.

“Uh,” you start before looking through out the dark room to see if you can find any of your friends but not even Ethan’s Yoshi hat was in sight. “No, I don’t think so?” You say, slightly scooting away from the girl and sipping your drink, face scrunching up after taking your first sip not knowing how strong it really was.

Another best of silence, the music sending vibrations through your body. “Oh, I know!” She yells and you flinch slightly, not sure how she managed to make her voice louder than the music that shook the house but she did.

“You’re that cute tall girl in my astronomy class!” She says and your eyes snap to the side giving her a side eye glare. You didn’t recognize her from the class but then again you didn’t exactly pay attention to the people, not trusting anyone enough to make new friends.

Now you see what Sam meant when she called you ‘anti-social Godzilla’ the other night when Tara made you stay the night with her.

“You, like, sit in the back of the class.” She says excitedly and scoots a little closer. Too close for comfort, your face scrunches up slightly from the mass amount of perfume wafted into your face as she gets closer, saying something you could no longer hear as the music suddenly got louder and the DJ spoke into his mic.

“Huh?” You call out as her mouth continued to move but nothing really comes out or rather you don’t hear anything. This seems to make her move closer, a bad choice in the eyes of the brunette who watched not too far away.

Anger couldn’t describe what she was feeling as she watched the girl lean closer toward you. She would never admit to being jealous out loud but here she was, watching your face scrunch up as you tilt your head at the girl.

It wasn’t often she felt this way, not at all. Even before you started dating you didn’t show any interest in anyone else but her and that’s exactly how she got you to ask her out so she didn’t have to. And even now she trusted you never to betray her trust but that didn’t stop others from pursuing you anyway.

And that made her blood boil. How could they not know your taken with the necklace that had her initials on it? Or the fact that you had faint hickeys on your neck left by her? Maybe they just took advantage of the fact that you were a push over or they were just dumb.

That’s what this blonde bitch must have been. Straight up dumb.

She had seen her staring at you on campus and made it her mission to show that you were together by being all over you. Holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, sitting in your lap, all of it. But apparently that just wasn’t enough.

“I think we should jump her.” Mindy says out of no where, face close to Tara’s to see what she was looking at. She was slightly crouched down and looked stupid doing so in her miles morales spider man suit as it bunched up in different places.

“Me too.” Tara huffs out as she crosses her arms, a small smirk appears on her faces as you pull away as the girl gets closer.

“Or you could just intervene without getting physical by pulling Y/N away.” Anika interjects in her spider Gwen outfit as she takes a shot.

“I like Mindy’s idea better.” Tara says, narrowing her eyes as the girl gets closer once again. “I’ll start by pushing her down and we can start kicking, Anika can record.” Mindy gums out as she stands up straight.

Tara definitely liked the idea, and even more so when the girl placed her hand on your arm.

“Don’t instigate, you’ll make her want to lock up Y/N for the night.” Anika hits Mindys chest as she gets closer, holding another shot before gesturing to Tara’s police costume.

Tara’s eyes light up at the idea and suddenly she was glad she went full cop mode with her costume. Taser and pepper spray that Sam forced her to carry around on her hips along with a radio, fake gun or rather it’s holster, and a pair of hand cuffs.

Oh, she definitely liked that idea and Anika smirked at the face Tara made when she suggested the idea.

Tara quickly took the handcuffs out of her belt loop and cuffed one of her wrist before making a beeline for you and just in time for the girl to get even closer. This fueled her speed of getting to you.

“Shoot me a thumbs up if you change your mind and want to go with plan A!” She heard Mindy’s voice faintly as the music blared in her ears.

As soon as she was close enough she hooked the other half of the hand cuffs onto the wrist the was holding your drink and locked it in, she then let go and stood up proud of herself as she glanced at you.

A confused look was spread across your face as you stared down at the hand cuffs connecting the two of you before looking up to her.

She couldn’t help but smile as a dark shade spread across your cheeks as you stared up at her, eyes wide and confused.

Her eyes snap to the girl before narrow at the annoyed look on her face. Why was she annoyed for flirting with her girlfriend. Tara felt the growing need to look back to Mindy and give her that thumbs up.

“Oops,” she says, voice sharp as she glares at the girl. “I slipped.” She sarcastically through gritted teeth as the girl rolls her eyes.

Who did this chick think she was? She couldn’t have thought you would even think about her with that basic ass costume and paint for make up.

“Don’t you have a key or something?” The girl says back, voice full of annoyance. She knew what she was doing and that was enough to make Tara want to be ghostface herself.

“I left them at home.” Tara replies before yanking your hand up to pull you up but it only caused you to drop the drink onto the floor.

“I’m thirsty and you’re all out.” She says her eyes snapping back to you as your eyes focus on the red seeping into the carpet on the floor. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You quickly got the memo when Tara pulled again but less harshly before standing up.

She smiles slightly up at you before sending the girl one last glare before slipping her bandaged and cuffed hand into yours and pulling you away.

“You slipped, huh?” You ask in a teasing tone as Tara pushes through the crowd with a huff. You apologize to the people who look back at her with a glare and move past them without bumping into them as Tara continued to shove her way through with slight resistance but she got through eventually with enough force.

“I am quite clumsy.” She replies as you near Mindy and Anika who have started a game of cup pong with two boys.

“Y/N! Great to see we didn’t have to jump a few girls to save your socially awkward ass.” Mindy replies before looking down to you and Tara’s cuffed hands.

“I didn’t take you for the kinky kind of couple.” Mindy says wiggling her eye brows before laughing when Anika hits her chest.

Tara’s eyes lightly up for a moment before quickly hiding it and smiling. Another idea for later.

Another wave of heat fills your face as you look down at Tara. Her police her was too large for her and was tilting slightly as she smirked not bothering to fix it. You would have thought it was adorable but at the moment you were a little embarrassed. “Did you actually leave the keys at home or we’re you joking?” You lean down and whisper into her as the music continues to blare, the action made her shiver lightly as her ears tinted with a pink hue.

“Oh, I have them.” She says casually as she picks up her drink she had before rushing off to get you. “But I’m not unlocking the cuffs until we get home.” She says as she holds up a red solo cup to her lips as leans into your front as she watches the game of cup pong.

You sigh out before smiling at her sudden possessiveness. It was often you got to see it but every time it always made you feel special that she wanted you all to herself.

You chuckle lightly before wrapping your arm around her and watching the game yourself as you rub her skin and bandage soothingly to help calm the girl down.

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“Wait, just slow dow-“ you start as Tara pulls your wrist harshly as she climbs up her fire escape as quietly as possible before letting out a hiss as the cuffs pinch you lightly.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry..” she says as she lowers her wrist so you no longer felt the force of being pulled up. She had insisted on keeping the cuffs on and you were beginning to wonder if she actually had the keys.

You had been pulled around all night so your wrist weren’t exactly fond of the smaller girl, especially when she made you fall a few times through out the night and pull herself down with you.

“Why didn’t you just take them off before we started crawling up?” You whisper yell as she continues her way up, her back side pressed up against your front now and you can’t help the blush the forms as her ass presses up against your pelvis area.

“I wasn’t thinking!” She whisper yells back as you both make it up to her window. “Plus, it’s cute when you blush like that.” She giggles as your face grows redder before pulling you into her room.

The lights were off in the hall around the apartment as you slipped in and nothing seemed disturbed other than the fact that you and Tara would have a hangover in the morning but you could cover that up easily.

You sigh out as you take a seat on the bed and Tara fumbles into her pocket before pulling out the keys and unlocking the cuffs with a small frown.

You rub your wrist as you watch her make her way toward her closet, peeling off clothes as she did so.

You smile lightly as you watch her pull down one of the hoodies you gave her and pull it over her head before pulling down your cargo pants and letting them hit the floor.

She quickly makes her way back to you as you scoot up the bed before straddling your waist and burying her face into your neck and letting out a soft but long sigh. You chuckle lightly as you wrap your arms around her

She felt exhausted after pulling you around most of the night, keeping you close as you danced and drank the night away. But now she was regretting it slightly as her wrist aches and her body relaxed into you as you scratched her back.

She let out another sigh before her mind wandered back to the girl who had the audacity to try her shot with you. She slowly felt the jealousy creeping back up into her and her exhaustion left as she bit you lightly.

Your body jolts slightly as her teeth connect to your skin and she can’t help but smirk as she feels something move on your lower abdomen.

“Tara…” you say in a warning tone as she eyes the hand cuffs on her bed side table. “It’s late and everyone’s asleep, so we should be too.” You sigh out as your grip tightens on the smaller girl, blush creeping into your face as you feel your own erection push against your boxers and onto her.

To this day you are astonished by this small girls strength and speed as she pulls out of your grasp and grabs something off the table. You let out another before a loud clinking catches your attention as she slides up from your waist to straddle your stomach.

Your eyes snap to her hands as she grabs your wrist and pushes them against her bed frame, slipping one cuff on and sliding it behind the railing and slips it onto your other.

You stare up, shocked by the sudden movements and their results. You yank lightly onto the cuffs and the bed frame moves, hitting the wall gently making a small noise.

Tara quickly grabs your hands and holds them still, a glare on her face as she looks down at you.

“T-tara..” you sputter out as blush once again forms across your cheeks.

“Shh,” she says leaning down, hands still on yours as her lips graze yours. “Wouldn’t want to make too much noise, now would we?” She says teasingly as a smile stretches across her face as her lust filled eyes look down into your worried ones.

“What if we get caught?” You ask, eyes locking onto the door where same could walk in any moment and catch you in such a state.

She presses her lips against yours harshly, one hand moving the your jaw as the other stays on your bound hands. Your lips move in sync as the kiss deepens further, her body pressed against yours and she slowly feels your cock harden as she does so and she can’t help but smirk lightly at how easy it was to get you going. She hadn’t even touched you and yet here you were, ready for her to start.

But there was no doubt in her mind that she was still going to touch and tease you first before starting.

The thoughts of Sam walking In immediately leave as you let out a small whine and pull against you restraints, desperate to touch the girl above you. Tara’s hand tighten on yours and her teeth nip your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly from the sudden intrusion and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Oh, this was going to be fun. Will it cause yet another fight between her and her sister? Yes. Does she really care at the moment? Absolutely not.

She’ll just use this as another excuse to rebel against the older Carpenter.

[starferret]

A whole bunch of Mario AUs because I love combining my interests :]

Made these Deltarune dark world designs awhile ago

I have been getting sucked back into Ace Attorney (currently playing through The Great Ace Attorney teehee), but made an au based on the original trilogy. Peach as Phoenix, Mario as Mia, Luigi as Maya, Peasley as Edgeworth, and Cackletta as Von Karma. I didn’t draw him but Fawful would be in Franziska’s place

Dungeon Meshi!! This anime is so frickin good that I went and read the manga cuz I couldn’t wait for the next season. Mario as Laios, Luigi as Falin, Peach as Marcille, Toad as Senshi

Wario as Chilchuck, Peasley as Shuro, Toadette as Namari, Yoshi kid as Izutsumi, Dimentio as Thistle, Geno as Kabru, and Rosalina as Mithrun

Ok these next sketches have spoilers for stuff near the end of the series, so if you’re an anime-only and don’t want spoilers DONT LOOK. Spoiler wall GO

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[batterygarden]

play fighting with blue lock boys

ft. Nagi & Rin, sfw but no minors on my page pls, also featuring the use of mario kart wii.... I wrote most of this on the stairmaster & it's not proofread don't mind me. this is silly. also Rin catches you and holds you in his arms seemingly easily

Seishiro Nagi

“Seishiro. I wanna get there early. You need to get ready.” 

Your boyfriend stares up at you with a dramatically tired face—the kind that should be on one of those animal abuse commercials with sad music layered on top. 

“This is lame.” He scoots one inch closer to the edge of the bed under your harsh gaze, eyeing the floor next to it. He’s pretending like he’s working on getting up, but you know the second you turn around he’ll return to his cozy position on his side, playing games on his phone. 

So you march over to meet him, flipping his covers back while he stares at you with wide eyes. 

You’ve reminded Nagi what felt like a million times that tonight was the night you scheduled a double date with your boss and her husband, something he’d agreed to albeit reluctantly. Granted, you aren’t thrilled by the prospect of spending an unpaid evening with your employer either, but you had already avoided her request longer than what should have been possible. Nagi had honestly expected an excuse to get out of this would present itself before the dinner came, but now he’s run out of time. He’s still pushing you to cancel as a last ditch effort. 

“Lame or not you said you’d go! It’s your own fault for agreeing.” 

He starts rising to a sitting position really slowly, mumbling that he was coerced. 

You roll your eyes, his attitude frankly isn’t helping your morale either. 

“Ugggh okay, Sei, let’s make a deal.” 

Nagi sits up the rest of the way easily, forgetting his mission to move as slow as possible. 

“I’ll reschedule tonight’s dinner—even though it’ll be really annoying—IF you can beat me at a race in mario kart wii. If not, you have to come right away with no complaints!” 

You have to pat yourself on the back for your clever idea—this should get Nagi up and moving and ready quickly—he loves video games. And you don’t need to worry about rescheduling, Nagi has only ever beaten you in mario kart one time as a fluke—it’s the one video game you’ll always be superior at since you grew up with a wii and he didn’t. 

Your confidence wavers at the way Nagi visibly relaxes hearing your offer though, a calm little grin overtaking his features at your words. 

“Deal.” 

Next thing you know you’re sitting on the couch while Nagi prepares the wii console, easy confidence exuding from every movement, his facial expression bored. He even lets you choose the map you race on! 

“Wow underestimating me much? Or maybe you’re secretly excited to hangout with my boss,” you chuckle under the guise of confidence, but really your palms are sweating. You choose the toughest course, rainbow road—you really don’t wanna have to reschedule tonight.

You start off nice and easy, securing your position in first place quickly as always. You clearly had nothing to worry about.

After the first lap though, you notice yoshi cruising up behind you on the bottom of your screen, following your route carefully in his classic dragster kart—what the hell?

“Nagi! S’that you??” Your steering starts to turn a little frantic.

“I’m yoshi, yeah.” His voice is calm and quiet. You can’t help but notice in your peripheral the lazy way he leans back in the couch, manspreading while he squishes himself comfortably in the cushions. Your tense perch on the edge of your seat is a funny contrast.

“How are you doing this?” You ask as he gains leverage, overtaking first place for a few seconds at a time. The race is close. 

“Just trying really hard.” Nagi’s voice sounds like he just woke up from a nap—slow and peaceful. You’re infuriated. 

“Have you been letting me win all this time?!” You almost shout, panic setting in as Yoshi begins his third lap a second before you. 

“No. Just was taking it easy before. Now ’m getting serious.” His steering is flawless when you peek at his side of the screen. It feels like the last lap disappears too quickly before Nagi finishes in first place—a whole three seconds before you. 

You throw your remote on the couch in defeat, burying your face in your hands while Nagi starts peeling a clementine. 

“This is ridiculous. How was that so easy for you?”

“I dunno, maybe Mario Kart’s just an easy game. ‘T’s kinda fun, actually. We should play it more.” He pauses to eat a piece of fruit. “Wanna get uber eats ?” 

You glare at him while you reach for your phone. 

Itoshi Rin

“I’m gonna be working super late tonight so I think I’ll miss you when you get back,” You look up from your phone to meet Rin’s eyes when you add, “also don’t eat my left overs later! Or else..” Rin pauses on his way towards the door. He hadn’t been planning on eating your carefully labeled takeout box but… the way you worded that is funny. His face is expressionless when he asks, 

“Or else what?” 

You look up again from your screen, frowning. “What do you mean or else what?” 

There’s a microscopic lift to one corner of his mouth and the barest spark of amusement in his eyes. He lets the strap of his gym bag slide from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow. 

“Well what would happen if I ate them… like what are you going to do?” 

You grit your teeth and swing a comical fist in the air  “I’ll beat you up—” the raise of his eyebrows and upward twist of his mouth has you backtracking—apparently he’s not going to let you get away with pretending right now, “...I’ll give you a wet willy!” 

He tilts his head a bit to the side, openly smirking. “...okay. I mean ‘t’s not like i’d let you do that.”

You roll your eyes and slouch in your chair like you’ve given up on the matter… pretending to refocus on your phone screen. But you’re watching him in your peripheral, noticing the slight raise of his smirk while he lifts the strap of his bag back to his shoulder, waiting till he turns his head away to launch your sneak attack. After a second of analyzing your face he does turn towards the door and, with the grace of a flying squirrel, you immediately push off the chair you’d been curled on, launching into the air from the balls of your feet in an attempt to tackle him from behind. 

And he fucking catches you. One second he was walking ignorantly towards the door, the next you’re in his arms, unable to move from his freakishly strong hold. 

You frown at his almost bored facial expression, sticking your finger in your mouth and reaching for his ear as fast as you can. Of course your wrist is caught before it can get close, and your other arm is already stuck between your bodies—you’re immediately completely immobilized. 

“Ugh. Kinda hate you right now! This is so unnecessary,” you huff, struggling in his grasp then giving him a dramatic sad face when he won’t let go. 

His own expression turns bewildered at your words, “You attacked me! I literally told you I wouldn’t let you put spit in my ear you fucking cretin.”  

“I wouldn’t have tried to if you didn’t threaten my food!” 

“Oh my god I wasn’t going to eat your two-day-old pizza.” 

You huff and lift your pinky on the hand he’s holding in the air, “promise?” 

Rin rolls his eyes but releases your wrist to link fingers with yours. Then he sets you down, readjusting his gym bag. 

His face is still annoyed when he leans in to peck your puckered lips before he heads out the door. He freezes when he feels your still damp pointer finger shove its way into his ear canal before he can pull away though.

When you lean away to meet his eyes with a barely concealed smile, his glare makes you feel like you’re on death row. 

[bluepeachstudios]

Little Scraps of Wisdom Anniversary!

Hi everybody! @spectralsleuth's fic Little Scraps of Wisdom was first posted a year ago today and me and @alicat54c got together with some other people to make an anniversary gift <3

If you haven't read it, it's REALLY good, it's a series of stories about Yoshi/Lou escaping Draxum with the kids without being mutated, and him integrating them into human society. Audio's writing is so lovely! <3

Premise of this gift is that the tots from Little Scraps of Empathy (LSoW / Empathy is Learned crossover; also very cute) found Ghost in the sewers and decided to bring him home with them while their family is out.

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“You’ll love our big brothers, Mr. Ghost!” the little spotted turtle, Touma, chattered. “Mikey makes the best food, and teaches me how to make the best food too!”

“You guys must eat really well, then,” Ghost murmured, casting apprehensive looks around the home.

“Hm!” Touma squeaked. “Mikey made a whole salmon for Raph yesterday! I got to help!”

“You should sit!” Aoi, the little slider, patted Ghost’s knees. “Dad says it’s polite to sit nice guests on the couch, not stand in the hallway.”

“Oh.” Ghost shuffled further inside, eyes scanning as he let the four little ones guide him into the other room, where he perched on the edge of the couch.

He could see an old magazine on the coffee table, depicting a grinning human in yellow tinted glasses. There were more beneath that, but Shima, the little soft shell, climbed onto the couch next to him, peering into his face intently.

Ghost hesitated before reaching out and petting over his head slowly.

Shima’s glowing red eyes scrunched shut as he leaned into the touch, tiny churr in his throat, before settling back against the opposite arm of the couch. 

“What were you guys doing out in the sewers?” Ghost asked, eyes softening at Shima. “You’ve got a nice house to live in here.”

“Dad never said we couldn’t go outside,” Aoi argued, fiddling with something under the table. “Just that we shouldn’t touch Donnie’s plants, in case, um, something.”

“Eaten,” the snapper, Kouji, signed, flopping onto the floor, where a pile of blankets and cushions had been stacked,

“Thanks for helping us find home!” Touma chirped, struggling to climb onto the couch cushions without digging his claws into the fabric.

Ghost scooped him up, placing him on the couch. His eyes kept drifting over the magazines on the table, then back up to sweep all the entrances.

Touma cuddled against him immediately, little yellow spots creasing like freckles as he smiled. “Thank you Mr. Ghost!”

“Yeah…” Ghost petted over Touma’s shell. “How did you all end up here…?”

“We used to live in the storm drain, before Dad found us,” Aoi chattered. They seemed to be setting up a game of chess on the coffee table. “We wanted to see what the storm drains here were like. We didn’t mean to get lost! But it’s okay, we found you! Dad likes turtles, so Dad’s gonna like you too!”

Ghost hunched his shoulders slightly, taking note of the exits once more.

Touma chirped, cuddling against his plastron. His grip was strong for a turtle of his size. “It’s okay, Dad’s nice! He makes sure no one screams at us! You don’t have to be scared!”

“Oh, no, it’s not–” Ghost paused, taking a breath and curling an arm around Touma. “That’s… good to know.”

“Do you want to play with me?” Aoi’s red eyes peered up at Ghost hopefully.

Ghost surveyed the board game, nodding. “You play?”

“Hm!” Aoi nodded. “Leo, my big brother, is teaching me how to play better, and lots’a other fun games too! He’s the best! Do you know any fun games?”

“Some…” Ghost sat forward on the couch to peer at the board. “You can go first.”

“Okay!” Aoi moved a knight. 

As they played, and whichever hand was free went to petting either Touma or Shima, Ghost wondered why a famous actor would adopt not four, but supposedly eight entire mutant turtles. He couldn’t see anything to gain from it, except perhaps more fame, but it came with more problems than it was worth. There were easier ways to get famous.

Ghost wondered why they were living aboveground, in a normal house, on a normal block, like they were humans. Was it possible?

Casually, he moved some of the magazines to look at the covers. If not Lou Jitsu, then it was Hamato Leonardo, posed and dressed like a model, bright red crescents always prominent. Ghost could feel his own Leonardo cringing at the thought of being seen, let alone modeling for a magazine on purpose. 

How did everyone know about them and nothing happened? Was it possible to live like this?

“Checkmate!” Aoi chirped, drawing his attention forward again.

Ghost blinked. He hadn’t been paying that much attention to the game and it had cost him. “Mm. You’re very good.”

Aoi beamed, tail wiggling. “Leo’s teaching me! He’s really fun to play with! Um, I like playing with you too!”

Ghost’s eyes softened. “Yeah. Me too.” He started to reset the board. “Another game?” He would pay attention this time. Give the kid a run for his money, as it were.

“Yeah!” Aoi chirped, already resetting the board.

“Shelldon says Dad and everyone’s gonna be home soon,” Shima hummed, playing with a tiny spider between their claws. It glinted metallically. 

“I should…” Ghost stood, stiff. “I should go.”

“You can’t go!”Touma cried, latching onto his arm like a vice.

“You gotta stay!” Aoi latched onto his leg just as tightly. He was trapped. 

“I can’t,” Ghost insisted, desperately. “I have to go, I can’t– I’m not supposed to–”

“Nooo!” Aoi whined, as Kouji wriggled out of his nest to capture Ghost’s other leg. “We want you to meet Dad and our brothers!”

“I can’t, I don’t belong here!” Ghost tried plucking them off carefully but they were like barnacles. If he wasn’t terrified of hurting them, he could have run.

If he really wanted to, he could have gotten away.

There was a rattle of keys in the lock, frantic worried voices on the doorstep. 

“Daddy!” The little turtles cheered, voices eerily in sync. 

The door opened.

Ghost swallowed.

Looks like he was stuck here for a while. 

[all-about-kyu]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑫𝒖𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You've had enough of Yoshi's behavior... there only seems to be one way of shutting him up. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Pixie!Yoshinori x fem Jikan Kitsune!Reader 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: friends to lovers, modern fantasy au 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: R 18+ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: language, magic, both Yoshi and reader have fangs 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: dom!reader, sub!Yoshi, brief choking, slight predator-prey play, biting, marking, edging, begging, dacryphilia, facial 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1,919 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: don't perceive me......... Thank you to @sanjoongie for beta reading this for me <3 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: @sanjoongie @minjaeluver @horanghoe

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕

“Yoshi.” You sigh, “Stop that right now.”

In the past ten minutes of your walk with your pixie friend, he’s flicked or poked at one of your tails at least twelve times. Normally, his mischievous nature doesn’t get under your skin. You’re a rather patient person. Today, for whatever reason, each time he messes with you, the closer you get to snapping at him. A giggle floats through the air. When you turn, Yoshi is smiling widely, his pearly fangs shining in the light. You’re half tempted to reach over and flick his pointed ear, but you maintain your composure still.

“What?” He feigns innocence, “I was getting a leaf off your tail!”

“That’s what you said the last three times, Yoshi…” You remind him.

“Hmm, must be some tree nymphs playing around then.” He enthuses with a flutter of his wings.

You shake your head, knowing it’s just in his nature to play games like this, especially with people he enjoys being with. You pull the tail he was messing with forward into your hands. Smoothing out the teal and white fur, you note the lack of leaf or tree bits. Even if he were being helpful, you would’ve known. As a Jikan Kitsune, you have phenomenal hearing. Not only do you hear the slightest bit of air moving, but you can also hear other people’s thoughts if you wish. Most times, you choose not to. What people think is not your business. Just as you and Yoshi fall back into a rhythm and into mindless conversation, you feel a tug at a different tail. You turn your head just in time to see Yoshi pulling his hand away from where your nine tails are. He gives you an innocent smile again, showing off his fangs and fluttering his pretty transparent wings. A few bits of its silver, glittery coating fall to the ground. He once tried to explain what it was. You simply understood it as a dusting over them to protect them from the elements.

For some reason, that tug was your last straw with him. Instead of firmly telling him to stop, you find yourself backing him against a wall, pinning him there with a hand around his throat. The moment you do so, you hear his breath hitch, and his eyes go wide. He’s not scared despite you baring your teeth and pinning your fox ears back. He almost looks pliable, desperate even. Your eyes flit to his wings for a brief moment, and watch as they twitch just the slightest bit. Another bit of the glittery dusting rubs off on the bricks.

“What did I fucking ask you to do, Yoshinori.” You speak lowly, a growl invading your tone.

“You told me to stop.” He barely breathes out his response.

“And what did you not do?” You press further.

He gulps. You can feel his Adams Apple bob against your palm.

“I can read your thoughts, Yoshi. I think it’s best that you respond out loud.”

“I didn’t listen,” his breath hitches again, “I kept messing with you.”

You read his mind again for a brief moment to catch him thinking, “Oh god, please.” You smirked at the notion of what he was asking for. Which, in turn, causes him to squirm a bit under your gaze. He knows you read his thoughts, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to have a silver tongue again.

“If I knew you would react like this, I wouldn’t have done it.” he bites back weakly.

“Not what your thoughts are saying.” You supply, “We both know that, don’t we?”

“Fuck.” you hear his thoughts go nearly blank after the simple word. Finally, you release his neck, and he lets out a small gasp when you take a step away from him. That sparkly, slightly dazed look is still in his eyes. After a few moments, it fades, and he processes that you’re indeed still in public. He clears his throat and stands up straight again. He stretches his wings out fully and flaps them a few times before looking at you again. 

“Can we-” he stops himself, tucking a bit of the silver half of his hair behind his pointed ear.

“Hmm?” You feign innocence this time.

“Your apartment.” He states quietly, a piece of his brown hair falling in his eye as he looks at you.

“Come on.”

You grab his wrist and practically drag him through the park and back to your apartment. Not once have you ever crossed the boundary between friends and more with Yoshi. Today, you will. The moment you have the door shut, Yoshi spins you to be pressed against the wall. You’re so shocked by the sudden movement that you let out a small yelp before you kiss him back. One of your tails teases along his leg while the others flick at their own accord at the sensation. One of his small, sharp fangs digs into your lip. Not enough to break the skin but enough to tease and ask to deepen the kiss.

Instead of complying, you take him completely by surprise and flip your positioning. Yet again, Yoshi is pinned to a wall by you. A small gasp escapes his lips before you nudge his chin up with a gentle press of your finger. Your lips immediately take purchase on his neck, leaving small fleeting kisses along the side. Just when you reach the base of his neck, right by his collarbone, you let one of your own fangs tease along the slightly shimmery skin. 

“Your thoughts sound so pretty, Yoshi. How about you say them out loud?”

He shakes his head in defiance.

“No? Do I need to force it out of you?”

In response, you get a small whimper. Again, taking him by surprise, you step away from him entirely. His eyes fixate on your teal and white tails swishing behind you. Your eyes swirl dangerously with arousal. Yoshi’s are far too dilated and glittery for him to be anywhere near Earth.

“Go to my room. Strip.”

You’ve grown a habit of reading his thoughts, it seems. When you fixate your fox ears on him, you hear him think, “Finally, please, oh god, please.” and you’re more than satisfied with what you hear. Without another word, Yoshi is fluttering his way down the hallway, little bits of silver dust falling behind him. You linger behind, fixing your hair as you stalk up behind him. When you reach the threshold of your bedroom, you’re greeted with the sight of your pixie friend naked and painfully hard already.

“At least you know how to listen now.” You tease.

“I know I’m about to fuck you.” He responds with a snarky tone.

“Oh?” You chuckle, “Is that what you thought was about to happen? Sweet pixie… I’m about to make you eat your words.”

You watch as a slight bit of panic invades the arousal dripping from his eyes. You saunter into the room and sink between his legs at the edge of your bed. Yoshi’s hips wriggle slightly, hoping you’ll give attention to his painfully hard member. Instead, you place small kisses along his inner thighs. Any bit of his shimmery skin you can reach, can and will be kissed. When you reach the apex of the sensitive skin, you bite him. You don’t break the skin, but there’s a pretty mark where your fangs were pressed.

“Please, please, please.” you hear his thoughts beg again.

“Yoshinori…” You start, rubbing his thigh in small circles, “If you want something, you better say it out loud.”

“Touch me, make me feel good. Please?” His voice is airy and needy.

You let your tongue loll out and drip a bit of spit onto his member. Reaching forward, you wrap a hand around his cock. His wings twitch at the contact, and his thighs attempt to snap together before you stop them. You stroke him slowly, paying special attention to his leaking tip. Each time you reach the wet tip, you twist your wrist, reveling in the small noises that he tries to hold back. His half-brown, half-silver hair falls in his eyes as his head lolls forward. His lower lip is tucked up under his teeth. You can see just the very tip of one of his pearly fangs digging into the skin as he still trying to control his sounds as if you can’t hear his thoughts.

“Gonna- gonna- fuck gonna-”

You pull your hands off him completely and chuckle at the frustrated whines that escape.

“Why’d you-” He interrupts himself.

“You’ve been quite the pain today. It’s only fair that I edge you a few times, no?”

“Fuck you.” You hear him think.

“You best watch your thoughts. I can still hear them; in fact, I can hear them even clearer now.”

He stays silent, both mentally and out loud. A satisfied smirk graces your lips as you reach both your hands back to his previously neglected member. Now, slowly stroking him, twisting your wrists with each motion, he starts squirming in your hold. His wings twitch every time you pass your thumb over his leaking tip. His eyebrows furrow together. His mind is fully blank. You’ve noted that his wings twitch far more frequently. To the point that the silver glittery dust is practically a semi-circle of stardust around him. Again, you pull your hands away.

Tears spring from Yoshi’s eyes, “No, no, no,” he begs, “Please, I- I didn’t mean- ah- fuck!” He interrupts himself with a moan the moment your hands are back around him.

“You look so pretty when you cry, pixie.” You say in a condescending tone.

“I just wanna-” He stops himself with a moan again.

His wings are more fluttering than twitching at this point. So, when you let your tongue peek out of your mouth to lick a bit of precum, he practically shudders at the touch. Small tears escape his eyes at the sensation. Now, his thoughts come like a flood. They’re mostly an incoherent, unintelligible mess. His hips thrust up into your hands, hoping to get a bit closer to the heat of your mouth.

“Gonna- fuck gonna- please, I’m gonna-” his thoughts start, “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, please, need to-”

“Cum.” you command, licking a bold strip up the side of his cock.

You move your hands around him faster as his whines and begs become higher until he finally cums. Ropes of glittery, pearly cum jut out mostly on your hands and his lower abdomen. A few hit your face, but you couldn’t care less. Hearing his pretty voice, as sweet as it is, and watching how his silver-coated wings twitch and flutter as he rolls through the waves of pleasure are more than enough to keep you satisfied. For now. You wipe the cum from your cheek and look at your friend.

“That’s it.” You soothe when he starts to come down from his high, “You okay, Yoshi?”

“Mmh,” he hums, flopping back against your bed.

You chuckle, “As easy as it would be just to read your thoughts again, I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m fucking amazing.” his voice is slightly slurred.

“And have we learned not to piss me off?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“I might need another lesson.” You don’t have to see his face to know he has that mischievous smirk back on his face.

“Kanemoto Yoshinori… you will be the death of me.”

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[reagi-df]

Resident Evil: Leo and Chris

Little bit of lore (I’m still knew and learning about RE so Chris might seem ooc, but whatever xD)

This is me just babbling so it might not make a whole lotta sense, I have a backlog of sketches I haven’t posted yet.

The turtles have splinters DNA, yoshi was part of Chris’s team but was sent on a mission to investigate a potential new strain of virus and went missing.

Leo likes to pretend that he didn’t pick up on some of Chris’s habits and mannerisms.

But he’s has always had an issues with authority figures, he knows how they act and what happens when you disappoint. Chris’s and Leo’s first meeting didn’t go well, Leo had been shot in the leg from one of Chris’s team members, due to where the bullet had gone made Leo lose a lot of blood and pass out so he missed a lot of what went on with the others; so Leo never really got that chance to meet him properly.

And any attempts afterward were road blocked by the higher ups. Chris had a hand in training the turtles as they grew up.

Leo’s distrustful by nature and likes to keep his family safe. But just because hes wary around Chris didn’t stop him from subconsciously taking after him in some ways while Chris trained them.

Leo knows there are worst out there and there is a part of him that does like Chris and is glad to know Chris but Leo’s got to many issues to work through. Leo does respect Chris, though he will deny it. When they were younger Leo would often try and antagonise just to try and get a reaction out of Chris but was usually left feeling frustrated when he didn’t. He eventually grew out of it a little but thats how their relationship now, Leo being sassy where he can.

Unlike Mikey and Donnie Leo’s feral side is usually far worse, he’s unpredictable, more so when he was younger. The more he’s grown the more he’s able to keep it in check and be the Face Man. It’s takes a lot to take Leo down when he’s feral, that even Mikey struggles to handle him. But due to how unstable their DNA is, plays a part into Leo’s feral side.

[soffpisces]

daddy prank!!

enha!hyung line

warnings: foul language, suggestive, mdni

masterlist

heeseung

you both had joked around about daddy kinks before, even making fun of people who enjoy partaking. so, safe to say you were expecting to get a reaction out of him.

the two of you were bringing groceries in from the 7/11 down the street. you were ahead of him so he took the bags from your hands and asked you to unlock the door for him. you grinned mischievously to yourself as you reached the door.

“yes daddy.”

the rustling of the bags stops for a second and you glance behind you with a giggle.

he’s shaking his head and nudging you with a grocery bag. huffing a laugh, he shuffles through the door.

“thanks mommy.”

“oh, you liked that,” you say smugly and tap his ass.

“you need to be put down.”

jay

the one thing that you and the rest of his members had in common was the pure enjoyment gained from teasing jay. you absolutely loved getting a reaction out of him, which he couldn't help but humor you.

you could practically feel the devil horns sprout atop your head as you mentally plot your scheme, glancing around the table at the members. they had invited you for dinner over at the dorms and were cooking the pork belly they had won off of a variety show.

pretending to struggle to reach for the salt, you sigh and sit back in your chair. instantly, you switch your face to an innocent expression and look at your boyfriend who sits next to you, his hands currently busy cutting your meat for you.

"daddy, will you pass me the salt please?"

all heads pop up to look at the two of you in shock. there’s a choking noise from the right of you, but you ignore the reactions and play innocent.

to everyone’s surprise, jay hums in affirmation and hands you the salt with nonchalance. trying not to let the surprise show on your face, you quietly thank him and take the salt from his hand.

“you’re welcome babe, here,” you receive the plate of freshly sliced meat with blushing cheeks.

jay finally notices the awkward silence and looks up at everyone. “what is it?”

“you guys are gross.” niki says, shaking his head.

jake

honeslty, you had a feeling jake would enjoy being called daddy; though, you guys hadn’t explicitly touched on that topic.

you guys were play fighting (as usual) for who got to play as yoshi in mario cart. at one point you had knocked his hat off his head, thus leading him to tackle you onto his bed. you guys were gasping for air from laughing so hard and begging the other for mercy. once he started to tickle his hands up your shirt you shrieked and tried to think of something to stop him.

whilst shrieking with laughter you moan, “daddy please!”

just like you planned, all movement stops and just heavy breathing could be heard.

“yoooo” you laughed at his reaction.

“i think im hard.”

sunghoon

judging by the fact he was already in a pissy mood, you really didn’t know how he would react. but, as usual, it was left to you to lighten the mood.

you caught him dressing for the gym, probably going to let out some steam, and ogled the sliver of skin showing before he pulled his shirt down. the sleeves were cut off, leaving his shapely arms out in the open for everyone to see.

you whistled lowly, “you look like a dilf, bro.”

he turned around to look at you, thoroughly unimpressed. “you did not just call me ‘bro’.”

smiling mischievously, you push off of the door frame and make your way over to him.

“oh, sorry do you prefer daddy?” you almost miss the pause in his movement, but of course you caught it. he slowly turns to look at you.

“you horny or something?” he snorts going back to packing.

smiling innocently you ask, “and if the answer to that is yes?”

he turns fully towards you now and shoulders the bag.

“then i would say have fun with that because i’m going to the gym.”

[ithinkabouttzu]

TOO SWEET || Yoshinori Kanemoto

genre: fluff, a little angst

Warnings: Jihoon is a little mean in this (sorry y’all) Insecurity, relationship issues

Description: When on a lovely trip with your boyfriend and his friends, you realize Yoshi thinks he’s too soft to be your boyfriend.

a/n: This is a College boy au for our treasure boys!!! Only the hyung line is mentioned!! This prompt was requested so long ago, sorry for the wait but I hope you all enjoy!!

It was a nice, relaxing day. Your toes in the sand, the warmth from the sun filling you up with joy. Your boyfriend, Yoshi, had invited you on a trip to Jeju with some of his friends at university. You were their guest for the nice trip, 7 days of complete paradise he had picked out for you and his friends. It had been only the third day but you could tell that something had been different about him. There was some hesitance from Yoshi, you couldn’t exactly tell why, but every one of the days you and him had been in Jeju on this nice resort, he had refrained himself from any PDA around others, which was quite unlike him. Normally, you were having to pry his hands off of you any chance you were around your friends or his. To be completely honest, he was more of the clingy type when it came to you, always wanting to hold your hand and kiss you every chance he got. And of course you didn’t mind it one bit, it was his way of showing his love for you, to completely shower you in his affection was the goal everyday he was around you. Well, except for these past few days you had been on this trip. He had been characteristically different too, walking around this entire time with his chest puffed out and head held high, perhaps a little too high. He had also seemed to take up strength training with dumbbells in the morning. Which you had yet to see him actually take a liking to. Maybe it was all of the testosterone in the air from being around 4 other boys, but he was seeming to become a bit more assertive than his usual self. You weren’t sure if maybe he was mad at someone or something had happened but you had yet to talk to him about it. And with the way he was acting, it was starting to seem like you would never find alone time to talk with him. You heard a familiar voice creep up on you, rushing you out of your thoughts. “Honey, would you like to come play some beach volleyball with us? Me and Jihoon need an extra player.” His shadow enveloped you from the shade. Feeling the loss of warmth coming from the sun, you open your eyes to see Yoshi, standing right below your feet, still waiting for a response to his question. “Sure thing.” You gave him a cheeky reply with a smile on your face, holding your hand out for him to grab you up. Him holding your hand for that brief moment had been one of the small bits of PDA you’ve gotten from him at this amazing resort. You got up and wiped the sand off of your bathing suit, making sure there weren’t any small grains on you before joining the guys in what looked to be an eventful game of beach volleyball.

–

It was a three on three game. You, Yoshi, and Jihoon against Hyunsuk, Junkyu, and Asahi. Your team was up 24 to 22, one more point and you guys would win the game. You look to your side to see your boyfriend intensely gazing at Junkyu who was about to serve the ball over on the other side of the net. The ball came over fast, barely giving you time to prepare for it, the ball looked like it was coming closer and closer towards you, well that is before Yoshi hit the ball over just before it got to you. You watched the ball spiral over and drop to the ground. The team won! Mostly because of Jihoons crazy competitiveness and Yoshi's sudden ambition to win the game. It seemed like they were a team of two, getting every ball before it even got close to dropping to the ground. You made sure to return some of the passes sent on your side, but those two were the MVP of the whole game. “Yeahh let’s go!” You heard your boyfriend shout to Jihoon, who was loving this new side of Yoshi. Both of them bumped fists before heading to you to celebrate. “How’d you like that Honey, we won!” Yoshi hugged you tight before picking you up in a small spin. You’d never seen him so competitive, you couldn’t lie, it was cute, but you still missed his carefree nature. “Good game guys” Hyunsuk came over to the other side of the net along with Junkyu and Jaehyuk. “So the deal was, ice cream on you guys tonight?” Jihoon said in a smirk. You laughed, of course there was some sort of catch to an innocent game of volleyball, with these boys especially.

-

The fun day at the beach was cut short, all because of a thunderstorm that decided to show up out of nowhere. Since the stormy weather decided to interrupt the time on the beach, you all decided to finally treat yourselves to that ice cream your team won earlier. After getting ready and heading down into town, you guys were finally there. It was a cute little ice cream shop, not many people were out because of the rain, leaving you and the boys there to enjoy the nice treat mostly alone other than a couple of others in the store. You all got your delicious treats and finally settled for a table by the window to watch the rain. You sat beside Yoshi and looked at him attentively, he was focused very clearly on the cone in his hand, making him very unaware of your gaze. “Are you liking your ice cream?” You said to him with a laugh. “Yes, but not as much as I like you” He said with a smile on his face that you could only describe as boyish. “So, Y/n, how are you liking it in paradise?” Asahi asks, taking a big spoonful of his chocolate ice cream. “I’ve really liked it so far, Jeju is nice!” You said, shaking your head up and down in enjoyment. “Me too! Other than losing to Yoshi in a game of volleyball, I think I've had lots of fun.” He said with a smirk on his face, followed by break out fits of laughter by the other side of the table about something you didn’t quite catch. “What?” You questioned the boys, wondering what was so funny. “Nothing, we just thought it was funny how competitive he was being earlier.” Jihoon said, referring to Yoshi with the point of a finger. “What’s funny about me trying to win the game?” Yoshi said in a reply to Jihoons comment. The whole table got silent. You wanted to say something, that it was wrong of them to joke about him, but before you could, Jihoon spoke up again. “It’s not funny, it’s just that..” Jihoon paused as if he was trying to find the right words to say. “You’re just too sweet for your own good sometimes, we’ve just never seen you like that is all.” He said with a smile as if he was trying to play it off as a nonchalant comment that intended no harm. “So guys let's be honest, if you had to be bit by one, which would it be, Piranha or Barracuda?” Hyunsuk said, disrupting the conversation. Before you knew it the boys were on a whole different topic almost immediately. You took a sigh of relief, a simple comment like that could have turned into a big argument, hopefully Yoshi didn’t take it to heart. Jihoon could have only meant it in the best way possible. You looked over to him and he was joining into the conversation, choosing Piranha over Barracuda. He looked quiet… even though he was talking and engaging in conversation, it felt like something was missing in his tone, something was wrong. You reminded yourself to talk about it with him when you and him got back to the hotel.

-

“Mmm '' You sighed out once you hit the soft bed. You and the rest of the guys had been out all day. From swimming to ice cream chilling, it was easy to say you were exhausted, but you still had yet to talk to Yoshi about what happened earlier. You sat up on the bed and kicked your shoes off softly. “Babe?” Yoshi speaks up, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He had already gotten his pajamas on and looked like he was ready for bed as much as you were. “Yes?” You weren’t sure what he was going to say. “Please be honest, do you think I act soft?” He came closer to you and sat on the bed, his voice sounded desperate for an answer. “No, of course not. You are the sweetest boy ever.” You gave him a sweet smile. Your hand found his back and started to caress him gently. “But that's the problem, no one wants a boyfriend like me, sweet and stuff.” He lowered his head, not daring to look up at you. You felt terrible hearing those words come out of his mouth. All you wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything would be alright. “I do, I love having you as my boyfriend. You are the best to me, I promise. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” You immediately hugged him after saying that. You hated seeing him sad like this. He was truly a perfect boyfriend. Anyone would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. He relaxed once he felt your arms around him. “Are you sure?” He whispered in your ear softly. You could tell that sleep was to come over him any minute. “Promise.”

To whoever requested this, thank you so so much!! I hope you all enjoyed!! 💙

[vilf-lover]

i completely forgot about this draft but here is a whole bunch of hcs about darlin (the love of my life)

i apologize for my absence, i’ve been so busy, but i appreciate all of those who wanted these!

i’ll be using they/them pronouns the entire time but in my mind darlin is afab and uses they/he pronouns

i feel like i should start with appearance, i really wish i could draw but yk

i see sam as 6’0 and darlin as 5’11

they don’t look very muscley, they’re larger with more fat in their stomach and legs and that harbors a lot of insecurity even though they know they’re strong

their hair is shoulder length, black with a white underside for when they usually wear it half up

they chopped all of their hair off once they left washington at 14, they wanted to be a new person when meeting the pack, imagine awkward teen who doesn’t know their identity so they’re stuck with a pixie cut and button-downs with capris and belts

they started dance at a very very young age- specializing in ballet

once they moved, which meant a new school, they went into their schools theatre program because their parents hoped to help them “get out of their shell”

they started riding their dad’s motorcycle to school once they got their permit and everyone thought they were so badass

i think they got bitches-

they dropped out of highschool their junior year which made everyone pretty upset but their parents were surprisingly supportive

they made money doing…things and moved out the same year

at 18, they started going to bars with a fake id which eventually led to a pretty bad abuse problem

they have tattoos upon tattoos, most of them being not very good because they got them illegally and by friends

they have stretched ears and you can still see the punctures in their face from their past (poorly done) piercings

they should be wearing glasses, and they do when they’re home after convincing from sam

i think they’re either thin wire ones or the nerdy ones but either way they’re THICK ASS LENSES because they are practically blind

they’re scared of bugs. yes. they’re scared of bugs. (living in the woods does not help this fear)

they enjoy the occasional romcom yet think sci-fi is idiotic

i’m not completely sure who they would play in mario kart but maybe yoshi or dry bones

rainy days feel like home to them (yk washington) and once sam made a wet dog joke….didn’t exactly go well

characterization rant-

it really makes me upset when people put them in a light that makes them seem not thoughtful or caring. in reality, they are tempered and it doesn’t manifest in the best ways but directly correlating that to unsavory traits is just not reasonable. they are protective and their actions are only products of that, not their lack of intent.

hope you all enjoyed

(do not call them tank to me please 🙂)

[mystwrites]

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It had been Ranpo’s idea to host a sleepover at his place. By some miracle gifted by the gods, the world’s greatest detective had also managed to convince Kunikida to join their idea of a boys night. As if a switch was flipped, Kunikida’s normally serious demeanor while still evident due to Dazai’s presence lessened as the night wore on…but it could’ve been due to the fact that for some odd reason, they all didn’t need to report to the office until the late afternoon.

They all stayed up rather late watching a few movies, making horrendous attempts to tell scary stories and play games. A little after midnight, Atsushi and Kenji passed out, then Kunikida and Junichiro followed before Ranpo fell asleep. The last to sleep was of course Dazai and all was quiet.

At six in the morning, Ranpo and Junichiro both woke up, looking at each other and back to the others who were still sleeping. Despite having most of the day off, the two both knew they wouldn’t be able to lull themselves back to sleep and got off of their futons and began to freshen up.

It was an unanimous decision that they wanted to keep themselves busy rather than lying in bed until everyone awoke. Ranpo quickly whipped out his Nintendo Switch and led Junichiro out into the living room, teaching him the mechanics of how Super Smash Bros worked. Within the next hour, the sun rose but the two were in the middle of an intense battle.

“C’mon…c’mon…AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“HAHA!! Tanizaki what are you doing?!”

“NOOOOO!! I FELL OFF THE EDGE!!!!”

“Hehehhee! If you keep screaming like that, you’ll wake up the others!“

Junichiro furrowed his brows as his character of Yoshi respawned, understanding that Ranpo was right. If he was screaming, Atsushi and Kunikida would wake up due to the two being relatively light sleepers.

His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the controller. Ranpo was too damn good at Super Smash Bros for his liking. They were going for another few minutes before Junichiro landed a good blow to Ranpo’s character. Grinning, Junichiro continued to smash the buttons on his controller as he approached Ranpo.

“I’ve gotcha now!” he snickered, attempting to get Ranpo’s character stuck in the egg.

Ranpo wasn’t very phased. In fact, he was as cool as a cucumber, aware of how this would play out. His feet were kicked up on the table towards the left of his Switch set whileJunichiro was stiff, hunched over and anxious, his fingers frantically slamming down on the buttons he needed to press.

As if on cue, Junichiro let out a victorious “HA” as he tried to use his egg skill to trap his formidable opponent only to trap himself within the egg during the process. Letting out a squeak of shock, Junichiro tried to escape but ended up jumping and trapping himself in the egg once more, now tumbling off of the ledge.

“OH NOOOOOOO!!!!” Junichiro screamed, suddenly jumping up and down on the couch, his shock causing him to laugh at the situation. “DAMMIT!!”

“DUDE!!” Ranpo wheezed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “How’d that happen?!?”

“I DON’T KNOW!!! I WAS SO CLOSE!!!” Junichiro cried, pulling at his sweating face.

“Wow! You really suck.” Ranpo commented, Junichiro shaking his head in astonishment. Sometimes he still can’t fathom Ranpo’s brutal honesty.

“Jeez, thanks Ranpo san…” Junichiro grumbled, growling as he grabbed the controller. “Again!! C’mon! Again! I will beat you this time!!”

“Mm.” Ranpo hummed, waving his lollipop around before sticking it back in his mouth. “Not when you’re this pissed off.”

Junichiro glared. “Again! Let’s go!!”

Ranpo turned and analyzed the situation. He didn’t need his special ability. He knew from one look that Junichiro was frustrated as well as determined to win. Junichiro was very dedicated to his craft if he took the time to focus but Ranpo knew there’d be no way to really win if he was already this worked up after two rounds.

“I know!” Ranpo giggled, raising a finger into the air and wiggling it around. “How about we take a break?”

The redhead whipped his head to face his friend in the glasses. “Hell no! C’mon! Let’s go one more time!”

Ranpo let out a clicking noise and shook his head. Junichiro watched as the world’s best detective fixed his glasses, adjusted his hat, put his lollipop back in the wrapper and rolled his sleeves up.

“HAAA!”

The sudden sensation of skittering fingers traveled up Junichiro’s sides. Fully aware that he was deathly ticklish, Junichiro squealed and started to scuffle backwards in an attempt to escape Ranpo’s sudden tickle attack.

“Hey!! Wait! Ranpo san!” Junichiro cried, his cheeks burning red.

“C’mon, Tanizaki! I know ya wanna laugh!~” Ranpo teased, slowly teasing his friend’s sides. “Hmm…I think Atsushi kun’s more ticklish than you are…”

A giggle escaped from Junichiro. “Mahaybe you just suck ahahat this!”

A new expression filled Ranpo’s face and Junichiro nervously smiled, his hands raising in surrender before he was suddenly attacked. The tickling now wasn’t only along his sides, but all across his stomach, under his arms, along the sides of his neck, anywhere Ranpo could reach.

“No! Ahaha! I tahahake it back!! C-cohohome on! Ahahaha! Rahahanpo sahahan!!”

“Say uncle!~”

“N-no! NOOHOHO! N-NOT THEHEHERE!!”

Ranpo’s eyes glistened with excitement as he heard those words. That means he must’ve found a good spot. Eyeing out Junichiro’s hips, Ranpo smirked.

“Not there? What about here?~” Ranpo grabbed Junichiro’s waist and grinned at the shriek that escaped. “And here? Ooh! Let’s go here!”

Howling with laughter, Junichiro shook his head, his face bright red as Ranpo targeted his most ticklish spots. His hips and ribs were bombarded with the gentlest of touches and the most ticklish vibrations one could imagine. Laughing hysterically, Junichiro squirmed and flailed, desperate to escape this predicament.

“RAHAHANPO SAHAHAN!! AHAHAA! IHIHIT HUHUHURTS!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!! STOP IT!!” Junichiro screamed, kicking and flailing as best as he could.

“Are you gonna take a break?” Ranpo asked, continuing to tickle Junichiro’s hips and ribs.

“Y-YEHEHEHES!! AHAHAHAA I CAHAHAN’T!! RAHAHANPO SAN PLEASE!! STOP!”

With Junichiro now wheezing, Ranpo slowed his tickling fingers to a stop. Looking down, he smirked at his friend who was curled up into a tight ball and breathing heavily.

“You ready to take a break?” he asked, patting Junichiro’s shoulder.

“N-nooooo!!!” Junichiro whined. “C’mon Ra-AHAHAHAA NOOO!! NO WAIT! PLEASE!!”

“I said to take a break!” Ranpo chastised, placing his hands on Junichiro’s ribs once more. “Or do you want more tickling?~”

“N-no!! No more!!” Junichiro begged, finally giving in. “I-I’ll take a break!!”

Removing his hands, Ranpo happily clapped and shoved his lollipop back in his mouth.

“Good!” he exclaimed.

“Ughhh! I’ll get you next time!” Junichiro growled.

“In exchange for a truce in this video game war, how about we go and bother the others who are still sleeping?” Ranpo suggested, gesturing that he intended to do some face drawings on them.

Junichiro smirked, upon realizing that the others slept through all the screaming and laughing. He grabbed the two sharpies that were in the pencil box and handed one to the detective.

“Kunikida san might blow a fuse if we draw on him so let’s not get him.”

“Good idea! Ooh! Dazai! Let’s give Dazai a mustache, big round glasses and big bushy eyebrows!”

“And give Atsushi cat whiskers and Kenji can get a monocle and a goatee!!”

Laughing evilly, the two high fived and began to tiptoe into the guest room with the sleeping victims. Their video game war was long forgotten, replaced by their desire to cause a little bit of mischief.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Rey!! I loved writing for Ranpo and Junichiro ☺️Fun fact, the Super Smash thing I wrote actually happened to me back in high school😅👍🏼

[felony-bunny]

More headcanons that will be in separate posts but this time about who they would choose in Mario Kart and it will be separated by dorms

(Characters are from Mario Kart 8 Deluxe)

Heartslabyul

Riddle

You’re so funny to actually think that he would play with you or little anyone else (unless someone doubts his skills and mocks him)

IF you were able to convince him his first choice just off the bat would probably be Mario because he is the main main character

Again IF you got him to play more he would honestly just end up choosing Peach after you tell him that she is basically single handily running a kingdom and is the more sensible headstrong character

He would most definitely complain about why she isn’t a Queen and is referred to as just a princess

If you really want Peach he will choose Rosalina (he doesn’t care too much)

Out of any game you would play with him this would probably be one of his favorites

Trey

Toad

What else do you want me to say

He has definitely played a ton with his siblings and every time they get attached to a new character and will only play as them he tries not to accidentally pick them

Toad was a good safety character

Not to obnoxious that he would dislike the character but not a character that everyone is flocking too

Cater said before that they kind look alike and he was so upset that he couldn’t argue with it (obviously he didn’t show that he was upset at all and took it like a little kid said his haircut was ugly)

If Jade happened to play with him he’d go with Yoshi or Koopa Troopa

Cater

Honestly he seems like a cat Peach or raccoon Mario player

I literally can’t defend why I think this way

I take back raccoon Mario

If cat Peach was taken (*cough* Idia *COUGH*) he would go for a baby princess or toadette

The only way I can think of defending this is by bringing up his hyper, cutesy persona

And also probably King Boo from time to time

Ace

First thought is Wario

Second thought is shy guy

Third thought is King Kong

Maybe Waluigi but he seems more like a Wario guy

Forth thought is Dry Bones

Bro will fight you on a character just to fight you then choose a different character

Cheats

A lot

Gets upset when he gets a power up that doesn’t mess people up

Deuce

Waluigi

Shy guy

Bowser Jr.

Dry Bones

Occasionally Wario

Don’t stray from the list

He fucking loves this game

Will win a good percentage of the time depending on the track

With some tracks he’ll win, there is no competition

Some he is so bad it’s like he’s never played before

But with most of them he’s a bit above average

He definitely played this game a lot throughout his childhood

He won’t fight you with the characters but he has to get one of his regulars

If you hit him he will get revenge one way or another

[matchacowbee]

DO A SEQUEL TO “who tf is matchacowbee?”

in this sequel after cartman thought that all of the tickling from kenny, stan, and kyle was gay, the other three get him back? >:) (lee!cartman, ler!stan, ler!kyle, ler!kenny)

i literally had a draft for this but it got deleted cuz i forgot to save 😭

ok so, i loved this idea so much i had to do it. I still don't do any fic requests so yea.. but i wanted to do this cuz i haven't written in a while.

ANYWAYS GUYSSS THIS IS PART 2

PART ONE HERE!!

Is he ticklish or not?!

this is a tickle fic !!! if thats not ur thing byee

cw: minors swearing + fighting

After the other day of discovering each others weaknesses, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all had one thought left. 

Was Cartman ticklish or not?

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The four boys sat together in Kyle’s bedroom, playing a game of Mario Kart. 

“Aw screw you Kenny! That’s so lame.” Cartman said as his Bowser Jr was pelted with a red shell and Kennys Princess Peach passed him, leaving him in 8th place.

“Maybe you just suck at the game fatass.” Kyle said as his Yoshi sat in first place. 

“SHUT UP you fucking jew!” Cartman yelled in frustration as he passed the finish line in 9th place. “You guys are fucking cheaters.”

“Oh c’mon Cartman just accept the fact that you suck at the game.” Stan said. 

Cartman scoffed. “Uh no way, I’m fucking awesome at Mario Kart, you guys just distracted me.”

The three boys looked at eachother in disbelief. “Really?”

Cartman looked to the side with a cocky smile, “There are plenty of things you don’t know about me.” 

“Like what?” Muttered Kenny underneath his parka. 

“Uh like how I am totally more mature than you assholes, I’m the best at street hockey, I can jump way more homeless people than I did before, like at least 35 now…” Cartman went on rambling about all the many things that nobody knew about him.

Shortly after, Stan interrupted him.  “You know what we still don’t know about you?” He asked.

Cartman turned to look in Stans direction. “What?” 

“If you’re ticklish or not”

Cartman stopped for a moment. “Uh duh, I already told you guys yesterday! I’m not ticklish like you pussies.”

“But how can we really know for sure?” Stan questioned, with a hint of mischief in his voice. 

“W-what are you implying? Try me!! You’ll see that I’m not!” Cartman exclaimed, but on the inside, he was much more nervous. He knew that he was ticklish, but he was sure that he could last against his friends. As long as he didn’t laugh for a couple seconds, they would realize that there was no point in continuing. 

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all looked at each other and nodded. Then in a flash, they all lunged at Cartman, tackling him to the ground. 

Immediately, the three boys began scribbling their fingers into his sides and stomach. Cartman's confidence fell drastically, as he immediately squealed from the ticklish sensations. 

“AY! GUHUHYS STAHAH- STOHOP!!” He screamed out, while thrashing underneath the others. 

With Stan and Kyle on each side of him, and Kenny in the middle, Cartman was left pretty much defenseless. The three boys had held him down and was attacking his weak spots. Kenny poked at his tummy, while Stan and Kyle squished his sides. 

“Hah! I told you guys!!” Stan exclaimed to the other two, as he held down Cartman arm and tickled his armpit. 

“NOHOHOHH!! GUHUHEHEYS!” Cartman screamed as his more vulnerable spot got attacked. As a result, Cartman tried to escape from underneath them by swatting his other arm, hitting Kyle in the process. 

“Ow! Fuck you fatass!” Kyle said as he rubbed his hand. Immediately after, he dove his fingers into Cartmans ribs, wiggling them quicker than before. 

Cartman screeched out and his eyes were screwed shut. He tossed his head from side to side and loud laughter helplessly came out. 

“NAHAHHAH!! NO-NOHOHO MOREHEHEE!”

Kenny looked at the others. “Do you think he’s had enough?”

Kyle and Stan halted their fingers for a moment. Cartman let out remaining giggles and tried to catch his breath. The two best friends looked at each other and then looked down at Cartman. He was like an overweight animal out of breath, red in the face, and sweaty from trying to escape. Totally gross.

“We’ll stop, only if you take back all that stuff you said about us being ticklish little pussies” Kyle said. 

Cartman looked up at him and glared. “Actually I only called you a ticklish little pussy. The rest of you are fags.”

Kyle growled at him and dove right back into his ribs and sides. “TAKE IT BACK YOU ASSHOLE!” 

“Ehehehe y-you’re juhuhst mahahad cahausehe its truhuhue!!” Cartman argued back, with laughter flooding through each word. 

The two argued back and fourth, and both progressively got angrier with each other. Stan and Kenny now had backed up from the chaos, as the other two were now just wrestling one another.

Stan and Kenny looked at each other. “You wanna play another round of Mario Kart?” Stan asked, gesturing towards the game console. Kenny nodded excitedly and the two moved back over to the TV to play. 

Meanwhile Cartman and Kyle didn’t stop their fight. Since both of them had the same weakness of being ticklish, both boys tried to get the upper hand by attacking the other with tickles. 

Time goes by, as Stan and Kenny finish their game, with Kenny coming in first. 

“Hey nice going dude!” Stan exclaimed, giving him a high five. Kenny smiles, then turns around to see Kyle and Cartman lying on the floor exhausted. 

Both of them laid next to each other, giving the other one occasional punches and insults. 

“*huff* f-fuck you Cartman.” Kyle said out of breath, while giving him a light punch on his arm.

“Screw y-you, you fucking jew” Cartman panted, shoving Kyles face gently to the side.

Stan and Kenny looked down at them and managed to stifle their laughter. With both of their friends exhausted on the floor, it was a pretty amusing sight to see. Stan breaks the silence and says, “Both of you look like ticklish little pussies to me”

Kenny and Stan laughed, as the other two were too exhausted to even respond. 

Turns out each one of them was ticklish in the end. :3

[temsikghosts]

Ghost Swap treat!

Ghost Swap treat for @doctor-yoshi-soul who asked for the following prompt:

doctor-yoshi-soul: Yomiel's jail time (and/or how other characters deal with it);

Thankfully I already had some drabbles of it among my notes, so I hope you enjoy them!

Jowd and Yomiel

Jowd was sitting down in front of the visitor’s center from prison, waiting for the blond man to come. It had become an habit for the detective to come and see the man who started everything. Jowd knew Yomiel’s pain, more than anything else in the world, after all, he, himself, had been behind bars, feeling sorry for himself and wanting nothing more than to end his pathetic existence. He didn’t want Yomiel to have the same thoughts, so the detective kept coming to talk to him about it, help keep his head in the right place.

As soon as the blond man appeared, Jowd opened a warm, friendly smile, though Yomiel’s face retained his sorrowful expression. He rolled on his wheelchair and positioned himself in front of the detective, facing him from the opposite side of the glass window.

“Detective.” He said in a calm, neutral tone.

“Yomiel.” The detective replied back, smiling at the man. “How is your recovery doing?” He glanced briefly at the wheelchair.

“Oh?” Yomiel’s gaze followed the detective’s, looking into his own wheelchair. “It’s… going okay I guess. The physiotherapist says I will be able to walk again if we keep doing the physiotherapy sessions, though right now my legs aren’t strong enough to walk on my own yet. Everything hurts and even if I do my recovery well as the doctor says, I will still suffer chronic pain for a long time to come, maybe all my life. But that’s a small price to pay, for all the trouble I caused everyone.”

Jowd couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses, but he could guess Yomiel’s gaze darkened as he recalled the events of that fateful night.

“Yomiel…” The detective started, sounding calm. “I already told you. I forgave you. For everything.”

Yomiel simply shrugged, lifting his gaze back to the man in front of him.

“Why, Jowd?”

“I forgave you because I saw that you were truly sorry for the role you played in what happened. It’s as simple as that. How can I unforgive what has already been forgiven? It is over. It is done. Why do you doubt that? Why do you question it?”

 Yomiel shakes his head and looks away from him. His shoulders come up in a half-shrug, as if the answer is obvious and it just hasn’t occurred to the detective yet.

“Because I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

Jowd should probably have expected it. Yomiel wasn't really that different from him.

“What do you want me to say, Yomiel? That I finally got my revenge on you? You're the one behind bars now, thinking he doesn't deserve a second chance because he did something awful. You're feeling the exact same pain I felt, during these past years. And yet, seeing you like that... It doesn't bring me joy. Not when I understand what you're feeling, more than anyone else. Revenge is a pitiful thing that doesn't bring any satisfaction. You should know that, even more than me.”

Yomiel lifted his head to stare at the man sitting across from him. It was hard to read his expression behind the shades covering his eyes, but it was as if Jowd could feel the sting of pain and guilt behind them. They were too familiar for the detective.

“Jowd, I took your daughter hostage. I manipulated her to alter her contraption and kill her own mother. Your wife. I manipulated her again and wanted to make her kill you. You're saying you forgive that?”

Jowd shook his head.

“And I have all the right to be mad at you for that. But this Kamila haven't experienced any of it. If she remembered, then I would find it more difficult to forgive you for that, yes. But she doesn't. Neither does Alma. You did nothing to them, in this new present. So why should I be mad at something that didn't happen this time around?”

Yomiel chuckled inwardly, refusing to let Jowd's words get to him. He couldn't understand how this man could forgive him, after everything he did.

“Jowd—” The detective didn't let him continue.

“You are not that same man anymore, Yomiel. Why is it so hard for you to see that? I saw the way you helped in the end. Saw how much you tried to help Lynne, the girl you were so desperately trying to ruin. You risked your own life for her. That's when I saw that the Manipulator was gone, dead. You are a new man now Yomiel. Rejoyce this fact... And live your life. The woman you love is waiting for you, just outside these bars.”

Yomiel felt tears coming to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He didn't want to break down in front of the detective, didn't want him to see his most vulnerable side. Even with all these words, Yomiel refused to believe he was worthy of anything, let alone Jowd's forgiveness.

“She doesn't know the monster I became. She doesn't deserve me. I—”

“Yomiel!” It was the first time Jowd raised his voice since this conversation started.

“Haven't you listened to what I just said? You are not that man anymore. She doesn't know and she never will. It shouldn't matter.”

And yet, to Yomiel, it still did. It still hurt to know what he had been able to do, when left at the bottom of despair.

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Yomiel and FianSissel

Sissel had come to visit Yomiel, just like she always did, everyday, ever since he was arrested. Ever since the incident, Yomiel had a stranger air of self-deprecation and guilt and he was far from the man she once knew. Sure, Yomiel wasn’t the cheerful, optimistic type, not when his life had been trauma conga line, one after the other, with an alcoholic mother, an absent father and all the bullying the suffered when they were both in school, but still, he wasn’t so down like…. that. She could understand why though, but even so…

“Sissel…” Yomiel let out a sad sigh as he stared at her through the other side of the glass window. “Why would you waste your time waiting for me? You deserve someone better.”

Sissel felt her throat tightening at his words. Her heart clenching inside.

“What makes you think that?”

“I threatened a child, Sissel! I could have killed her!”

“You wouldn’t.”

Yomiel shook his head.

“You don't know that.”

She lifted her eyes back at him with fierce determination.

“You're not that kind of person, Yomiel. You wouldn't have hurt that child.”

Yomiel looked back at her, chuckling to himself and shaking his head. Thinking how he manipulated Kamila to alter her own contraption to kill her mother.

“What if I did? Would you still think that?” He blurted out before he could stop himself. Sissel stood firm, however.

“I know you. You wouldn’t.” The fierce determination in her eyes as she said this was enough to confirm to Yomiel that if she knew the truth of that night, of what he did... She would never forgive him. And that thought was like a knife being twisted in his heart.

“Yomiel... You risked your life to save that child... Detective Jowd told me. You could have died in that park! You saved her! You are a good man! D-Do you know what could have happened if you died there? If you... If you died there... I-I would’ve—”

Her voice broke as tears started to form in her eyes.

“STOP!” He suddenly yelled, looking into her eyes. “Don't say it. Please don’t.”

“I’ve—” She sobbed.

“Sissel, DON’T!” He knew what was coming. He didn’t want to hear it. She lowered her eyes, finally letting her tears fall,

“I would prefer to die than to live in a world without you.”

As soon as she said those words, Yomiel couldn't help it. Looking at her, he could see in his mind the exact scene he saw when he got home. Of her cold body, devoid of her smile, completely lifeless. The shock and the awful realization hitting him when he saw the suicide note. Yomiel immediately broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the memories flooded him.

“Yomiel…” Sissel tried to get his attention back. Damn it, how much she wished she could hold his hand. He couldn’t reply, he couldn’t say anything, he could just sob.

“I-I'm sorry Sissel I can’t— I need a minute, please…”

Sissel felt her heart clenching in her chest. She didn’t want her first talk with him to be like this... But she respected his wish and stood up from the chair. “I’ll come later.” And she walked off the room. Just as she was outside, she brought her handkerchief from her purse and allowed herself to cry, not wanting to break down in front of him to make things worse.

“How did it go?” Detective Jowd asked when Sissel came out, sniffing.

“I... I hoped it would be better... I made him cry.” She said quietly. Jowd raised an eyebrow.

“Really? What did you say?” Sissel sniffed, looking at the detective.

“He asked me why I was waiting for him. He kept insisting he wasn't a good man. I told him I believed he would never hurt that girl, that he even risked his life to save her...” She gulped down a sob. “I told him that if he had died... I would prefer to die than to live without him.”

Ah. Jowd immediately understood why Yomiel broke down now. The fact that he was so immersed in his guilt to have insisted he wasn't a good man was such a familiar feeling to Jowd. Which seemed rather ironic to have his own former enemy in the same situation as him.

“He's just going through a lot right now, Sissel. Give him some time, he'll get over it.” Sissel sniffed again.

“I know. Thank you so much for all the support, Detective Jowd.” The detective put a large hand over the petite woman's shoulder. “It's the least I can do. I could have killed him that day in the park. I'm still really sorry for that.”

“It's okay, detective. What matters in the end is that you are helping him now. Let's not think about what could have happened. What matters is now.”

“You could tell that to him.” Jowd said with a bittersweet smile. He was tired of telling this to Yomiel, maybe he would listen if it came from Miss Sissel instead. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call me or Alma, okay? You're not alone anymore, Sissel.”

Sissel smiled weakly, nodding as she wiped her tears. “Thank you so much detective.”

“You're welcome.”

[iikkeee]

Video games | a. petropolus

Ajax Petropolus x female reader smut!

Summary: Ajax finds a clever way to stop y/n from winning a video game, little did he know how far it would escalate from there

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, praise, oral (both female and male, unprotected, aged up!!

A/n- this is my second time writing this because tumblr thought it would be a good idea to delete all my writing 😭 that’s why this one is a bit short, hope you guys enjoy regardless

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“Yes!!!” You shouted, raising your arms in victory. Ajax groaned throwing his controller into the makeshift fort you had created from pillows and blankets, he dramatically fell to the floor. “Get up!!” You giggled, grabbing a pillow to hit him “alright, I’m up!” He said sitting up as he blocked the pillow from making contact with his face. You both snuggled closer together as you looked at the big tv in front of you, you were only in his t-shirt and panties as you both sat in the fort you made.

“Let’s play another match!” You said grabbing his controller for across the room and handing it to him “alright” he said grabbing your hand and pushing you onto his lap, you giggled as you got comfortable. “You suck at this game” you teased as you looked at the screen “I didn’t suck until you came along, how are you so good?!?” He replied leaning into your collarbone “hmm, natural instinct” you giggled as you gave him a kiss on the cheek. You both focused on the screen, you quickly picked pichu as soon as the character picking screen came up, Ajax picked Yoshi. “You’re going down” Ajax teased “you said that the other five times” you said rolling your eyes “this time it’s true” he chuckled “I’ll go easy on you” you laughed.

Once the game started you quickly overpowered him using pichu skillfully as you kicked and knocked his character off the platform. “I’m so winning this!” You teased, as you killed his character again. He groaned before having an idea, he quickly started kissing and biting your sensitive neck, his hands moving to pull up you t-shirt and to grab your inner thigh “Ajax” you whimpered as you tried to focus on the game, your whole body turned to jello as soon as he moved his other hand to grope your breast, and touch your clothed core. The controller fell out of your hands as you focused on his touch, he chuckled into his skin as he turned his attention to the game, quickly taking advantage of your distraction and using it to kick your character off the platform. “Yesss!!! I win!!!” He shouted shaking you violently “That’s so not fair!!!!” You pouted as you crossed your arms, “who said it wasn’t?” he winked as he hugged you close “you’re going to regret that” you replied bumping his shoulder. “Let’s play again, I need redemption” you sighed quickly setting the game up again.

You both chose the same characters and started again, how would he feel if you used the same trick on him? You thought as you smirked to yourself. Once he was fully concentrated on the game, you shifted your weight so that you were in the middle of his lap. He didn’t notice, as you started to grind you clothed core on him. You felt his cock twitch as quickened your pace, you tried to make it look as normal as possible. You focused on the game, but turned to look at his expression. His face became flushed and his cock was hard on your core, he started to breath heavily but tried his best to focus. “Fuck y/n…” he pouted as he tried to grip the controller in his hands.

You put down your controller and got off his lap, you sat in front of him, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling down his underwear to reveal his erected cock, his breath hitched as you licked from the the bottom of his cock to the top. You tongue swirled around his tip, and he leaned his head back with a moan, you smirked as you looked at his drunken expression. You pumped him gently as you looked into his pearly eyes. “Stop being such a tease” He whimpered his hand caressing your cheek, you smirked as you put his tip in your mouth. His hissed as you mouth made contact with his twitching cock.

You placed your hands on his thighs to support you as you lowered your head, almost choking on his length. You bobbed your head up and down, your pace painfully slow. “Shit…” he cursed as he laid back on the floor, only reaching to grab your hair and put it in a makeshift ponytail. You smirked, quickening your pace as you looked at the blissful look in your boyfriends eyes, you bobbed your head occasionally going back to lick his shaft and swirl your tongue around his tip. He moaned as you put his whole shaft in your mouth, gagging on it and coming back up to pump it with your hands. He propped himself onto his elbows, his hand pushing your head into his cock, you giggled at the action. He grabbed your head between his hands and began thrusting his hips to your face, he moved you violently as he fucked your face. Your eyes became watery as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat with each thrust. You fingernails stuck in his thighs as you tried to level yourself with his cock, he moaned as he saw your tear-stained face. “Fuck your beautiful” He moaned as he buckled his hips once more, his seed spilling into your mouth.

You took your mouth off his cock and opened it, letting it drip down your chin and neck “you look so pretty, your mouth filled with my cum” He smirked, as he caressed your cheek, you giggled before swallowing his seed. You moved onto his lap and kissed him passionately, your lips moving hungrily for each other, his tongue entered your mouth, your saliva mixing together gracefully. You couldn’t help but grind on his lap, your pussy wet from the actions of before. He pulled away from you, a trail a saliva separating you both. He kissed your cheek before kissing down your neck, making sure to leave purple marks on your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched as he moved further down, he grabbed your shirt and pulled it up to reveal your naked body, the only clothing you had were your thin panties that were sure to be discarded quickly. He fondled one while kissing the other, he gave it soft kisses and gently kneaded it, making you turn to jello as you bite your lip. His looked into your eyes innocently as he put your nipple in his mouth, you moan at the new sensation and caressed his cheek. His tongue swirled around it slowly, his hand moving to punch your other nipple. “Fuck…” you managed to get out as he continued to suck your nipples, he switched between them making sure to give them equal attention, you grind your hips against his as your core craved for attention.

He let go of your nipple with a small pop before kissing down your stomach, gently pushing you to lay back. You watched as he licked your stomach and made his way between your legs. You body shivered with each time he touched you, he spread your legs opened and kissed your inner thighs. You gasped as his kissed your clothed flower, he made your thin panties to the side and licked your pussy from the top to the bottom. His finger moving between your folds, you could feel yourself getting more wet at his touch. He kissed your clit before swirling his tongue around it skillfully “Ah Ajax…” you managed to moan out as your head went back in pleasure, he chuckled against your clit causing you to have a chill through your spine. He kissed your clit before moving his tongue down your folds and putting his tongue into your needy hole, all that could be heard was your moans and the sounds of your wet pussy. He thrusted his tongue into your hole causing you to melt, your hips buckled. He held down your hips as he quickened the pace, your legs threatened to close as you felt your high coming closer and closer. You thigh squeezing his head, as you reached down on his beanie gripping on it.

He stopped his movements and you whimpered at the lack at contact. He spit on your pussy before putting his digit into your hole, his mouth connecting to your clit as he thrusted his finger into your hole. “More…Ajax I want more” you moaned as you moved your hips against his face, he obliged as he stuck another finger in. His fingers moving fast as he thrusted into you, you leaned your head back in bliss your eyes closing at the pleasure. “I’m going to cum” you moaned, your stomach feeling hot and your body about to explode. He fastened his pace, and you moaned loudly as you felt yourself come undone, he let you ride your high never stopping until you breathed heavily and stopped buckling your hips.

“You taste so good” He said as he licked up your cum before climbing on top of you and giving you a kiss, allowing you taste yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling on his jacket and shirt, your lips never separating as he shock off his clothes leaving him fully nude. You both finally pulled away from each other, before he grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach, you propped your knees up and opened your legs allowing him access to your hole. “Such a pretty pussy” He whispered into your ear before kissing down your back and positioning himself to your hole, he spit on his cock and lathered it before gently pushing it in.

You both hissed at the contact, your pussy stretched at his length as he let you adjust “You can move” you said nodding back to him, he moved slowly at first making sure not to hurt you. His hands gripped on the side of your hips, as he thrusted slowly, you moaned at the feeling of your walls tightening against his large cock. You reached back and squeezed his hand, signaling to move faster. He obliged, quickening his pace, his hands moving your hips to thrust against him. Your ass jiggling at the force of each thrust, he groaned as he slapped your ass. The only sound that could be heard were the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and your combined moans. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you felt him get deeper into your pussy, he thrusted his full length in you, your arms fell to the ground as you tried to stay up. Your ass still in the air as he thrusted into you skillfully “fuck you’re so tight” He said grabbing your hair to pull your head back “I’m gonna cum” you moaned as you felt your walls tighten against him “me too” he groaned as he somehow managed to thrust ever faster than before. Soon the hear in your stomach was too hard to contain and you came onto his dick “Ajax…” You moaned as he spilled his seed into your pussy.

You collapsed onto the floor as he pulled out of you, he plopped himself next to you and pull you into his arms. You snuggled into his collarbone as he gave you a kiss on the forehead “I love you” He whispered, “I love you too” you said giving him a peck. You both sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth and afterglow of your actions. “Oh shit the game” Ajax chuckled as he looked at the screen “Looks like we still have to figure out the winner” you laughed as you sat up and grabbed the controllers “your on” He said grabbing it from you hand and quickly using his attack on you.

The rest of the night was shared with memories of you beating Ajax in super smash bros like no tomorrow, no distractions needed this time though. Well maybe a little….

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[gingergari]

Hi!! (I'm sorry this is the third time I'm trying to send the ask, I think my wifi is fighting with me aksdasl) I love your Mareach babies! and the art you have of them :''v Also their names are perfect bc of all the meanings jsdskd I'd love to know more of them bc I too love twins whdjwhdw How are they when they grow up? Or even when they were still babies!

i’m so glad you like mela and pera! :^) (and dw, the internet’s been wonky here too)

on the backend of things i’ve used mela for a mareach kid for a few years but it’s only this year when i was actually like. designing her that i was like ‘they should have twins. something something runs in the family (on my dad’s side of the family his mom had twins and the twins also had twins) something something legendary star twin having twins’ so i trialed a few names (mainly arancia) before i settled on pera! :^)

i’ve been having the time of my life this semester (/s) so i really haven’t developed them very much unfortunately :( but that’s what asks are for! (so please send more if you’re curious!)

this is getting long so here’s a post cut

mela is the more excitable twin and comes up with a lot of ideas, but as they grew up she defaults more to pera to lead because she tends to execute them better and think of details mela would miss

though as kids pera would go along with whatever mela suggested bc she thought it was fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (mela was the one who proposed playing with fire, pera would probably just say ‘lets do it outside’)

i think they fully developed their own ‘firebrand’ around 3-4! but there were signs beforehand, like mela sneezing smoke as a baby and having a higher normal body temperature than pera

(but peach’s magic is so strong there was little doubt that her children would inherit her abilities, and they do end up doing so to some degree! fire just manifested early)

in terms of them as babies, they were definitely a handful but overall ‘good’ babies

once pera knew how to walk tho it was a wrap

very adventurous and loves pursuing knowledge no matter what it takes (nosy and persistent) meanwhile mela has that same curiosity but doesn’t really know what she wants. the happy hobby pursuer

we know mario has experience with younger children and babies (mallow, goombario if you squint a little, watt, yoshi kid, himself (PiT moment), olivia) and peach likely doesn’t have nearly as much but it’s still a different ball game when it’s your kid and two of them and being prince consort(? king? in my head he stayed prince consort but i like @istadris ‘s thing) but he does have a huge community so they do end up well traveled/being cared for and spoiled by many of mario’s companions, and especially so by luigi, peasley, and daisy

back to them being more grown up

mela is the oldest (and as such wears warm-reddish colors in accordance with my headcanon of mushroom world sibling pairs) so technically she’s first in line for the throne, but she doesn’t have as much of an interest in it and believes pera would be a better choice. pera (wears green tones) to her credit does show more interest so they may forgo tradition once more when the time comes but joint ruling was never out of the question

but they don’t have to worry about that for quite a while (but i think peach would do well to make sure both are prepared regardless because of her own experience)

as a pair they aren’t as joined together at the hip as mario and luigi were/are mostly because they didn’t grow up in an environment where mela or pera absolutely needed to protect the other (nor were they ever forcibly separated like the bros were in yoshis island) but they absolutely love each other and would be friends if they weren’t sisters

when they were little tho they were obviously fraternal and always wanted to look identical so they mostly dressed the same until they got to be maybe around 6-8? wide range ik but yeah

but i’m not entirely sure what the situation with bowser is like when they’re growing up but it isn’t as volatile as it currently is. the @justcallmerosey post with clementine giving me ideas tho👀