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KBTBB Reign gif set

And something no one asked for…

MC after choosing which bidder will buy her-

The other bidders - 

MC when people ask about the Tres Spades -

Eisuke -

All the bidders at some point - 

Baba being Baba - 

If the MC had balls (mostly against Ota and Eisuke from what I know) - 

Soryu’s or Eisuke’s MC when someone won’t let her into their office - 

Lütfen okuyun.

Artık şu siteyi çocukların elinde oyuncak etmeyin lütfen.Eskiden böyle miydi bu site? Şimdi özentiler var,şimdi Tumblr da her gördüğü şeyi almak için durumu iyi olmayan ailesi ile tartışanlar var.Ulan ne için?
Okulda,dışarıda nereye baksam sanki aynı kişileri görüyorum.Kendi tarzınız yok mu sizin?Kendi hobileriniz yok mu? Ya siz rahatsız olmuyor musunuz etrafınızda kendinizin kopyalarını görmekten? 10 yaşında çocuk geliyor anonimden saçmalıyor ve kendini komik sanıyor.Daha siteye hiç girmemiş 2-3 blogun adını duymuş diyor ki “Saatkacamk benim kankam.” ben sana söyleyeyim canım o blogun adı iki kez daha değişti.
“Yağmur yağarken kitap okuyup sıcak çikolata içmek hobim.” Kaç tane kitap okudun? Kötü çocuk mu okudun? Hayat wattpad hikayesi değil be canısı,okumayın demiyorum da şu işlerinizi gösteriş için yapmayın be. 12 yaşında ki kız “Sevdiğim çocuk başka okula gitti,boğazımdan bir lokma geçmiyor,her gece ağlamaktan yoruldum…” gibisinden şeyler yazıyor bu ülkede senin açlık grevinden daha önemli şeyler var bu ülkede bombalar patlıyor ailelerimiz ölüyor,çocuklar ölüyor,çocuklara bile tecavüz ediliyor her an her şey olabilir aç gözlerini artık.Sen buraya gelip milletin derdini görüyorsun sonra gidip bileğini kesiyorsun bir de üstüne diyorsun ki “Çok aşığım,ailevi sorunlarım var…” ne oldu canım baban parfüm mü almadı? Ya ben bunları duydum arkadaşlar annesi sesini yükseltti diye hap içenler sonra da bunları her yerde anlatanlardan tutunda babası parfüm almadı diye abartısız bir hafta ağlayanlar…
Bir de özentiliği zirvede yaşayanlar var kendisinin aşık olacak derece de sevdiği şeyleri etrafında ki insanlar sevmiyor diye “Evet bende sevmiyorum.” gibisinden konuşanlar var.
The beatles dinlemiyorum,Nirvana sevmiyorum,kendime ait tarzım var,ilgi çekmeye çalışmıyorum bunlar için kimse kimseyi dışlamıyor merak etmeyin.Kendiniz olmak çok mu zor?
Ve özellikle bunları erkeklerin dikkatini çekmek için yapanlara söylüyorum kendiniz olmanız onların daha çok ilgisini çeker sonra saçma sapan “aşk acısı” modlarına girmeyin.
Son olarak bu site özentilik yapacağın bir site değil,burada ilgi çekemezsin ve burada senin saçmalıklarını dinleyecek kimse yok.

Baba Yaga 

Baba Yaga hails from the place where fear and wisdom meet, she straddles the gap between life and death and holds the secret to both.

Also known as Jezda or Jazi Baba, Baba Yaga is an old witch who lives in the forests of Eastern Europe. It is said that her teeth, nose, and breasts made of iron and that her hair is made snakes. She moves through the forest using a mortar and pestle. Her house sits upon chicken legs which allows it to spin around and move. Her fence is made out of the bones of people who have displeased her. Baba Yaga is a very complex women who is thought to be the personification of death as well as having dominion over fertility, fate and nature. She has the gift of prophecy and can impart great wisdom.  If you wish to benefit from the gifts of Baba Yaga you must undertake an arduous journey to her house and then you must survive the tasks Baba Yaga puts forth to test you. 

REQUEST: Headcanon Dance & Punishment (Smut)

Anonymous said:Can I request MC deep cleaning the VIP Lounge with music from her phone blasting thru the Bluetooth speakers while the Bidders were supposed to be gone on business but they return early walking into her singing “Starving” by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey Feat. Zedd with her hair thrown up messy in casual clothes because it’s been a 3 day process of deep cleaning the whole VIP floor? Her Boyfriend (you can pick who goes best with the song) drags her to his room for some much needed punishment/sex?    

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Fandom: Kissed by the baddest bidders
Category: Smut
Character: Ota, Baba & Mamoru
Notes: I rarely write Ota & Baba, so here ya go, also feel like I’ve been neglecting Mamo ^3^
Instead of being specific with the lyrics and a particular bidder, I’ll let you all pick your own songs and turn this into a headcanon.

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You haven’t had a proper day off since forever, probably since you’ve met the bidders, your world become entirely different. No more regular girls night out or occasional blind dates or random one night stands. Not that you actually need any other men since you’ve got the perfect guy you’d ever dream of but you do miss clubbing, freeing your body with the music and dance all night long. Luckily, the bidders are out on business trip for the next hotel’s location. Deep cleaning alone in the enormous empty penthouse with music playing via the bluetooth speakers isn’t a bad way to spend your rare freedom.

Sweeping back and forth with the broom in your hand which you use as a mic, half dancing to the lyrics. Eyes half open while singing loudly along to the music, dragging your free hand up your body, past your breast and up to your messy bun. Pulling the hairband off slowly, letting your hair fall and shake in a matching rhythm before running your hand through it as you sways your hips.
You sing along to the dirty lyrics and skip to the armchair, imagining your man sitting upon it with his hot gaze on you. Leaning forward, you place your hands on the sides, dropping slowly to the ground before standing up seductively again with your ass high up in the air for everybody’s direct view.

The sound of giggling and clapping startle you to look over your shoulders with 5 pairs of darken eyes all widen at the sight, their gaze glue to your butt. “Oh my god!” You gasp, desperately pulling your ridiculously short shorts and covering your expose stomach. You don’t expect any company so you throw on a sexy crop tee and shorts, how terribly wrong of you!!

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Your stomach is in knots as Ota throws you into his room, “You naughty little girl.” He says darkly, you can feel his breath wash over you as he speaks. Swallowing hard, you try to get your burning flesh to cool.

“You guys are supposed to be back NEXT WEEK!” Your defense are no threat to him as he steps closer now with your chests touching each other. “You make other men want you. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you koro?” He growls.

“You know how much I hate that word and stop calling me a dog, Ota!!”
He leans forward and breaths into your ear. “You are my woman, _______. And koro should be punished for seducing other men, isn’t it right?”

You suck in a deep breath at his words and rub your thighs together under your shorts trying to get the surge of heat to disappear.
“Answer me.” He orders, his voice coarse.

“Yes.” You hate your obedience towards him, he’s your boyfriend, not your boss. “Ota, seriously it’s just an accident,” your attempt to protest only results with his mouth to your neck, sucking and leaving distinctive marks.
“You know you like it,” he hisses.

And he’s not wrong.

Moaning in response as his leg goes between your thighs and presses on your throbbing centre. Your hips grind on him but he pulls away abruptly, clearly enjoying your disappointment.


Without question you pull over your top and unbutton the shorts, he tells you to stop when you’re left in your bra and panties. “Bend over the desk,” he commands. Part of you hate yourself for falling for the guy but the rest of you don’t care, you love how rough, demanding and possessiven he is. You are his and he is yours. Plus, all you care right now is to satisfy the ache between your legs.

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I’m bugging out rn I apparently won an illustration award from my school and they emailed me today saying my award money is in the mail????

I don’t wanna say how much but it’s enough to get me a whole new workspace like new laptop, tablet, and a desk imma cry

🥐🍰Pâtisserie Asks🍮
  • Rum Baba: Which cocktail best describes you?
  • Raspberry Bavarois: Describe your perfect date. (Or day out, if you're not romantically inclined)
  • Crème Brûlée: How do you cope under pressure?
  • Croissant: Perfect Breakfast?
  • Coffee Eclair: What is your hot beverage of choice?
  • Cherry Clafoutis: Describe your perfect vacation.
  • Chocolate Fondant: Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
  • Profiteroles: How would your friends describe you?
  • Fraisier: What is your personal style?
  • Flan: What are you afraid of?
  • Macarons: How do you treat yourself?
  • Madeleines: Do you have any family traditions?
  • Mille-feuilles: If you suddenly became a millionaire what would you do?
  • Meringue: Describe your ideal party.
  • Opera Cake: What bands/music do you like?
  • Palmier: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you go?
  • Religieuse: Do you have any superstitions?
  • Soufflé: What makes you happy?
  • Tarte Tartin: What upsets you?
REQUEST: Headcanon Bidders Cheater (Angst/Smut)

alexacutie8 said:How do you think the bidders would react to MC cheating? Or it can be the other way around           

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Fandom: Kissed by the baddest bidders
Category: Angst, Smut
Character: Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba & BONUS guy
Notes: I was gonna do both bidders and MC, by the time I finished plotting the bidders one, I gave up. However, as usual, I may or may not turn one of these into one shots or mini series ;) Enjoy if you like angst or wanna see bidders as CHEATERSSSS

My readers know how important plots mean to me and this fic contains touchy subject- What IS cheating?! I will leave you to answer yourself as the definition varies so widely.

PS: I am not happy with Mamo’s one, something is off but meh….


You’ve heard rumors about Eisuke’s affairs but you decide to trust him until the day you finish work early for a surprise visit.

Surprise, surprise. Your man sits on his Italian couch with two blondes kneeling on the floor licking his shaft. “Eisuke!” His brows frown a little at your scream but his hands hold the women still, “Keep going.” He demands, his cold eyes lay on you. “You can join us or leave but do not interrupt.”

Hell, you want to leave but you demand a reason, looking back and forth between the door and his couch. Your feet begin to move on their own and slowly take a seat opposite them, watching them closely. Eisuke smirks and pulls the girls up, whispering his next order.

The blondes sit next to you and begin touching you, “What are you…” One girl slams her lips on you while the other plays with your breasts and thighs, you’re filled with range, embarrassed and yet turned on with Eisuke’s preying eyes on you.

Next, the girls are on his bed, one on top the other, grinding each other. Their moans make your core ache, your eyes dart around and sneak a glance at your man. His hands on your shoulders and spins you around in a second, the warmth of his chest behind your back doesn’t last as he pushes you down onto the couch.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you still take requests but can you do a kbtbb group piece where Mc gets kidnapped and the guys work together to find her? Love your work btw

Title: 99 Reasons Why I’ll Never Be Good Enough For You

Summary: He should’ve answered the phone when he had the chance.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Everyone/MC, mostly Eisuke-centric

a/n: Here it is, anon! I’m sorry this took so long. I normally don’t take any requests, but I liked yours! Also, this is mostly Eisuke-centric, so I hope that’s okay with you lol

              The auctions were once again in full swing. All the items Baba put up were the star of the show, and none of the patrons could get enough of the prized antiques on stage. Every time the zeroes piled up, Eisuke’s smirk grew wider.

              Good, Eisuke thought. More profit for us.

              His phone buzzed all of a sudden, but he paid it no mind. The auctions were more important than some offhanded phone call. He didn’t even bother taking his phone out of his pocket when he pressed the sleep button to make it stop ringing.

              Whoever was calling him must have been pretty insistent because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing even after Eisuke ignored it the first time.

              Annoying bastard. Didn’t this person get the message already?

              Irritated, he turned his phone off. At least he wouldn’t be disturbed anymore.

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@redviolett replied to your post: They’re bringin freeza again, like why?  w-h-y-?

Lol really? Is this confirmed? I don’t think that seems true. Frieza is dead and should stay dead -_-

Yep yep. It’s true, apparently something will happen with Buu that will make him sleep for 2 months so Gokú remember freezer and Gokú will ask Baba to revive Freezer for 24 hrs during the tournament, i know it’s stupid i’m tired of them just reusing their bloody characters. Why you kill them in first time if ya want ‘em back?? idk and  idc

Silver Balls- Eisuke Ichinomiya (NSFW)

The story of an undrunken Eisuke getting controlled and commanded by his drunken girlfriend! This is my first smut on Tumblr, and I’m sure there’s some scope for improvement. Readers and followers, if you wish to suggest areas for improvement, feel free to message me! 😁

It was Christmas Eve, and the Penthouse was beautifully decorated, complete with the huge Christmas tree and gold and silver colored decorations. _____, boyfriend Eisuke and the other bidders were having a really good time with all the food and drinks……until….

She got horribly drunk, no sorry, was gotten horribly drunk by two huge criminals – Ota and Baba. She started swirling the champagne bottle, as her dopamine levels scooted high and higher; so high that she could not keep herself from stumbling and falling. After stumbling two times over the sofa and falling thrice on an extremely annoyed Eisuke, she sat quietly in her place.

“How dare you get her so drunk?!” Eisuke asked Ota and Baba furiously.

“Not our fault. You are the one who came late. Else you would’ve stopped her. Or maybe us.” Baba replied with a wink.

“Yesssss…..Eiiiiisukkeeeee, it’s…it’s not…their fault at….all…haha!!” she said, laughing a bit and taking another sip from the almost empty champagne bottle in her hand.

“Oh god _________! You’re terribly drunk, let’s go back to our suite.” He snatched the bottle from her hand while the others giggled.

“Nooooo Eisukeeeee pleaseeeeeee lemme drink some moreeeee….”

“Not at all! Cummon now!” he said sternly, trying to get her off the sofa.

Just the Ota’s phone rang. And that’s when the huge disaster of the evening took place.

All my friends are Heathens, take it slow….Wait for them to ask you who you know….

Please don’t make any sudden move; you don’t know the half of the abuse…”


The ringtone played on. Ota kept the phone aside, when _____ got up from her seat and started singing,

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww…..”

Eisuke stared at her, bewildered, body frozen, and eyes wide with shock. The other bidders looked more than amused at this.

“Woo hoo _______. That’s so nice! Keep going!!” Ota cheered while Baba and Mamoru laughed.

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww……

Wait for him to ask…me….where to fuck!

Please don’t make any s…s…sudden moooveee……

You don’t know….haha….he’s got nice balls too!” she sang, much to Eisuke’s dismay. He stood where he was mouth slightly agape.

“Oho Eisuke….the kid sings like…hella well!” Mamoru commented.

“I never knew she had it in her!” Soryu said, with a mischievous smirk which earned him an angry glare from Eisuke.

“_______, stop that please.” Eisuke said getting up and pulling her towards their suite.

“Naawwwww Eisuke, bad boyyyyyy!!!” she slurred and got away from him, moving back until she stumbled and hit the Christmas tree. Thank goodness she was drunk; else the tree would have been down upon her. But what happened now was the worst. Or the future best. The small force caused a few decoration balls to fall off the top of the tree and ____ managed to catch some of them. She started giggling, formulating more incoherent words for putting into the song.

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it slowww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!” she sang, squeezing the balls in an absolute vulgar manner, causing the bidders to laugh even more; whereas Eisuke grew red. She continued taking that as a token of appreciation….

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it sloww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!

He don’t care, what time it is, which room…..!

He once fucked me on the table toooo!!”

That was the end of it for Eisuke. Face redder than a tomato, he forcefully pulled _____ and dragged her towards their suite.

“Heyyy Eisukkkiiiieee lemmmee sinnggg….Eisukeee you asshole!!” she whined constantly and tried to escape his grasp.

“Cummon Eisuke let us hear her sweet voice.” Baba said grinning.

“Shut up! Just shut up, okay!!” Eisuke said, out of sheer embarrassment.

“Heyy cummon _______, tell us more about what he does.” Ota said.

“Oh yes….he once put a cheesecake on my….-“she started again, but Eisuke cut her off immediately.

“No ________, no! You aren’t going to say a word after this!” he shouted, opened the door and pushed her inside, hearing the amused laughs of the others as he did so.

“Yes Eisuke…you’re an asshole…!”

Eisuke sighed. It irritated him to have such vulgar things about him heard by others; more because they came from _____’s mouth. But ______ was certainly in mood for some fun. She pulled him by his tie and both of them fell back onto the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, trying to get up and push her away. But she pulled him back against herself and started kissing his jaws and neck.

“____, please stop this and go to sleep.” Eisuke tried to stop her, but failed. She straddled his torso and started kissing his lips, her eyes showing a sense of roguery. Eisuke froze. Just what was happening? The hell was this drunken woman up to?! When did she become so damn bold?! And so utterly shameless?! His hands rested on her waist, temporarily allowing her advances; until his neurons got back into function. He started kissing her back, clearly tasting the remnants of champagne on her lips. _____ moved her hands up and down his chest, thighs and upper arms. He started pulling the zip of her dress when she smacked his hand.


“Bad boy, very….bad…boy…Eisuke!” she scolded and got off him. He tried to hold her back by her wrist but she shook him off anyways.

“What are you upto baby? You get me this hot and now you’re leaving?” he said, the annoyance apparent in his voice.

“Who said I was leaving, huh?” she replied stumbling a bit, but gaining balance. Before Eisuke could open his mouth to say anything further, quick as a flash, she took off her dress and threw it off in a random direction. Surprise for him. Eisuke-0, ____-1.

His literally stared at her, pupils dilated and mouth dry. And he would be lying if he said ‘he wasn’t thrilled’or ‘this is nothing!’ Never had _____ been so bold. If she had, then he’d definitely not seen it. But oh god, she did look sexy, so sexy that he wouldn’t mind chaining her to the bed and having his way with her; roughly.He looked like a hungry, horny wolf, which hadn’t mated since months and was seeing a potential mate for the first time. He propped himself up, ready to take off his own clothes, but she pushed him and straddled him once again. “Bad boys don’t get their candy….so soon!” she said, biting her lip seductively. She grinded her hips and he groaned.

“____, I swear stop it!” he growled in a low tone. This further amused the inebriated girl. She pulled Eisuke’s hands above his head and held them there, surprisingly with a lot of strength. Eisuke tried breaking the constraint so that he could teach his little vixen how to behave, but all in vain. She was stronger than he’d expected. This display of strength was new for him. He never knew a drunken woman could be this strong.

“____, do you know what effect doing this can have?” he asked, raising a brow. He was trying his best to be patient. He didn’t want to have rough sex with her in a drunken state. But this goddamned woman was driving him crazy; he doubted if he could further contain the hungry inner beast.

“I’ve know ya for quite sometime ‘suke. And I just know what all you can do!” she cooed, with a smirk. Unzipping his trousers, she pulled them down, along with his expensive black Emporio Armani boxers, revealing something far more precious- his heated erection.

“Looks like someone’s yearning for  friction…..” ____ said, licking her lips. Eisuke gulped as the remaining blood from his head, rushed downwards. He was caught in a spell, a sexy spell that she had cast on him. She flicked his erection.

“Ow heck!” he almost shouted. _____ giggled. “Please don’t do that….it hurts…”

She did it once again, harder this time. “Fuck!” he shouted, “Stop it you damn woman!” She laughed wickedly. Eisuke Ichinomiya was under he control tonight. So were his Silver Balls. She finally released his wrists and pulled his trousers and boxer off his legs. Eisuke looked at her, secretly anticipating her next move. She looked into his eyes and slid herself down his body, until her face came in contact with his cock.She gave it one slick lick.

“Ahhh….”Eisuke groaned lightly. She slowly took his entire cock into her mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh -fuck……!” he moaned, kicking his right leg hard. Despite of how cold, narcissistic and oblivious he appeared on the outside, he hated to admit, he was sensitive down there. And _____ was driving him crazy. She was his personal Achilles’ heel. She was the only one who could make him vulnerable; while being so vulnerable herself.

“Ah…ah…._________! Oh god please!” he moaned, running one his hands through ________’s hair.

She smiled. He was helpless and she’d made him like that! It was good to see Eisuke Ichinomiya lose control once a while. She redoubled her efforts and sucked harder.

“Fuckkk…….” he growled. Eisuke’s hands were now free but he couldn’t even move. His head was buried into the pillow and his eyes rolled back into his brain. She had brought out the most vulnerable, sensitive and weak him. Someone whom the others won’t ever believe to be Eisuke Ichinomiya.

“________….I’m there, I’m t-there!” he roughly breathed out. And ______ stopped her caresses. Just as he was about to cum.

“What…..why?” he asked, his eyes holding an expression of longing in them.

“Bad boy Eisuke, you have to admit some things today.” she said, winking at him.

Eisuke furrowed his brows. Him? Admitting things? As if…..

“Me?” he questioned.

“Yes baby boy. YOU.” she said, “Firstly, admit it that you….are…an…asshole.

“What? NEVER!” he said defiantly. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“_____ no fair. Don’t stop please!” he begged.

“Admit it then.”

“No! No! Never!” he said, with a smirk.

“No? Really?” she said, kissing his balls, blatantly paying no attention to his erect member, which desperately needed friction.His smirk immediately disappeared. Eisuke was too tired, too embarrassed to stroke himself. Rather, he was still in shock, as far as her boldness was concerned. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Wanted to reach his high. He wanted her body. Setting aside all his pride, for the first and perhaps the last time, he said, “Yes _____, yes. I admit that I’m an asshole.”

She smiled and started sucking him again as a reward. He gave out a satisfied moan.

“Number two. Admit it that you are…actually…liking this!” she said

“Yes! Yes! I like this! I like this so damn much!” he moaned.

“Third, admit it that you consider each and every inch of yourself as mine”

“Ah….ah….yes…oh _______, Yes!” he shouted, nearing his high again.

“Now beg for it.”, _____ said, sucking harder.

“I…ah….d-don’t just beg….oh!” he said, moaning in reflex.

“So you won’t eh?” she said coyly and sucked him the hardest she could.

“Fuck yes! Aahhh….I want you please! _____, I want y-you so bad!” he almost screamed in pleasure. That was it for Eisuke. He couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. THIS was what he did to ______ everytime. He made her beg. He made her moan and writhe helplessly. He made her scream in desperation and ecstasy. But today, that privilege was not on his cards. He was under her control.

______ left Eisuke’s cock and straddled him once again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, wondering why she’d stopped inspite of him having put up with her demands. She let her lips find his while he hugged her flush to his still clothed chest.

“Take me”, she asserted.

She was willing to give herself to him. She was being incredibly susceptible, inspite of knowing Eisuke could punish her in the worst way. That was LOVE for Eisuke. He kissed her and shifted her to his side, opening his shirt buttons whilst never taking it off. Positioning his hardness at her wet entrance, he slowly pushed in. Spooning was something Eisuke had never tried. But heck, it felt amazing! Eisuke’s thrusts were short, yet passionate. His face buried in the crook of ______’s neck.

“Suki….suki….ahhhh….Eisuke! I’m close!” she screamed.

“Ah baby, I’m close too”, Eisuke moaned along. Every time his cock entered her, it made a weird and erotic squelching sound, which added to their combined arousals.

“Eisuke…please!!! I’m cumming!”

“Hah…wait for me baby..ah!”

“Ahh no, I c-can’t take it E-Eisuke, please!”

“Yes baby…..”

“Suki…EISUKE!!”, _____ screamed loudly as she came.

“Fuck _____!!”, Eisuke groaned into her ears as his orgasm shook his core, his hips coming to a steady halt after the final few thrusts. Finally, coming so hard was worth every bit of the teasing! Both of them tried to catch their breaths as their arousal seeped out of _____.

“Eisuke, baby are you okay?” she asked as she turned to face him.

“Yeah” he managed to say through his harsh pants, “that was amazing ____!”

_____ blushed a bit.

“Seems that her high is wearing out”, thought Eisuke.

“I love you Eisuke”, ____ said, giving him small pecks across his jaws and collarbones. Eisuke propped himself on his elbows and took off his blazer and shirt, both of which were horribly creased and drenched with sweat. ____ pulled the comforter on their warm bodies. Today had been amazing for both of them. Eisuke pulled her flush against himself, enjoying the soft feeling of her body.

“I admit one more thing _____. I’m madly in love with you. You make me behave like a horny bastard there, I so damn love you.”, he said, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red. ____ smiled as sleep overcame her. Eisuke continued stroking her hair even after she’d slept. She had been so bold today. Heck, if he’d only recorded everything; she’d definitely forget it all in the morning and wouldn’t believe him! But then, it was a good thing to tease her about. All thanks to Ota’s ringtone and the guys who got her drunk. Sneaky bastards. Eisuke chuckled a bit as he remembered some of the lyrics of what ____ sang.

“How senseless!”, he thought. Thank goodness he stopped her in time, else she would’ve definitely blurted out the entire cheesecake incident to those guys.

“You’d better be ready for a punishment sweetheart, for getting drunk and calling me an asshole, for making me admit embarrassing things, for speaking too much in front of the guys and for stripping me off my pride.”

But, that was all for some other time. Right now, Eisuke focused his gaze  on her contented face. It was one in  a million, and he’d never give her up. For anyone. For anything.

anonymous asked:

I don't really know in what world Julie Andem thought it was okay to take Yousana away from us. Like no, give me Yousana forever. Give me Yousana wedding, Yousana first child, give me Yousef asking baba Bakkoush for his daughter's hand. Give me Yousana and their first trip in Turkey and in Morocco. Give me Yousana first trip in Malaysia. Give me Yousana buying a house. Give me Yousef crying because his wife graduated and is a doctor. Give me Sana crying because Yousef graduated and is a teacher

lms if you want a spinoff showing us yousana for the rest of their life

pixelpirate7  asked:

How would The Squad™ go about scaring the living shit out of the other bidders, like on halloween or something?

I’ve actually been thinking about this before, and had plans for quotes on Halloween, but since I’m a sucker for asks, I’ll tell you their plans (don’t tell the bidders tho)

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anonymous asked:

Kbtbb continue from bidders have already a child and tells MC they want one but she don't because they have already a child and tries to leave them because she thought it would be better if the bidders would be better have a real family with his already own child? But the bidders don't let her leave and says they want only a family with MC?

A/N- I have been slowly working on this for what feels like months…also Ota and Baba’s do not fit the request well… sorry T_T

Also sorry for all the errors that are most likely abundant in this and everything I writeXD


Eisuke- “I want a lil brother,” the young boy exclaimed with a smile as he looked up at his father.  Eisuke smiled mischievously as he turned toward me.  My cheeks reddened as I avoided his gaze.  The words I wanted to say for a while were stuck in my throat.

“You can have whatever you want,” Eisuke said as he turned back to the young boy who looked excited at the idea, “can you leave us alone so we can talk?”  The young boy nodded his head before running out of the room exclaiming he has to start separating his toys for his brother.  I laughed nervously as Eisuke moved over to sit next to me.  I turned toward him to see him smiling mischievously at me.  Before I could say anything his lips were on mine.  I jumped at the impact and pushed the brunette away from me.

Eisuke looked annoyed at my reaction, “what is the problem?”

“I think we should break up,” I blurted out.  Well, the words were not stuck anymore.  Eisuke’s expression quickly changed to shock to anger as he stood up and stared down at me.

“Why do you say that?” he asked as I avoided his gaze.  I looked down at my hands anxiously like a child getting in trouble.  I did not want to do it like this.  I should feel relieved that I finally said the words; however, all I felt was the urge to cry.

I took a deep breath before responding, “he would be happy if his parents were together.”  Eisuke went quiet as I was terrified to see his reaction to my words.  What if he agreed?  Well, it would make it easier; however, my heart could not take the idea that he would just let this go so easily.  It has to be though.

I heard footsteps walk over toward the door before it was closed and locked.  I looked up to see Eisuke walking toward me with an emotionless expression.

Eisuke groaned, “do you think I would let you go that quickly?  You’re an idiot.  Don’t ever think about leaving me again, you belong here with me and that boy.  His real mother does not matter.  If it makes you feel any better, we can make one of our own.”  Before I could even say anything, his lips were back on mine.

Baba-  “MC,” a voice exclaimed from the next room.  I quickly rushed from the kitchen towards the living room to see an ecstatic Baba holding the young girl in one arm.  The duo laughed and I smiled.  I never realized until now they had the same smile.  The rest of her looks just like her mother.

“Let’s show MC what you can do now,” he smiled as he placed the young girl on the floor.  The toddler’s expression went from excitement to fear to caution and finally landed on confident.  I never saw a toddler go through so many emotions so quickly.  She looked up at her father and took a wobbly step towards him… then another… then another.  The last step did not go as well as the others; however, daddy swooped in to save the day.  Baba turned towards me glowing.  He looked as if he was the one taking their first steps.

“Dadada!” the girl laughed as she pulled her father’s hair.

“Heyyy, daddy’s hair is not a toy,” he said as he placed her on the floor.  She took wobbly steps towards her toys before sitting down on the floor.  Baba smiled.  She smiled.  They laughed.  I turned away.

I walked back into the kitchen feeling my blood run cold.  I should be a bit happy for Baba, his baby girl has reached a milestone in development.  She is walking!

Why do I feel disappointed?

I tried to shake the negative emotions away as I continued the cooking I was doing before the distraction; however, my mind kept on wandering.  I froze and stared at the carrot was cutting up for dinner for longer than I should have.  I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not even realize I was not alone in the room anymore.

“MC?  Are you okay?” Baba asked as he slid the knife out of my hand.  I jumped at the contact and turned around to see Baba was standing a couple of centimeters away from me with a mischievous smile.  He is so sneaky.  Well that is part of the profession.

I smiled, “I’m okay, just a bit distracted.”

“I know a way we can fix that, I think she needs a nap.  Maybe we can make her a surprise sibling” Baba stated.  My cheeks burned as I averted my gaze.  Baba laughed as he planted a kiss on my cheek and took a few steps back.  His expression quickly turned to curiosity as I avoided his gaze.  “What is wrong?” Baba asked.

“Have you ever thought about getting back together with her mother?” I asked the question that has been on the top of my mind for a while.  Baba responded with silence.  The only sound I could hear was babbling from the next room and the soft banging of dolls hitting the ground.  After what felt like an eternity I turned to meet his gaze.  He looked like he was waiting for me to say something.

“I thought you were joking, I guess not,” Baba said with a sigh, “no I have never considered that for two reasons.  The reason why we broke up being one, and the second being you.  I love you MC, and–”

“But wouldn’t it be better for her for he–” I began as I turned away.

Baba laughed, “we tried it before and failed and her mother is engaged to some other man.  Also, why would I go back to her when I have heaven right here.  I would not want another man to steal you away.”  

Ota-  I heard talking from the next room as I stopped in my steps.  I had come here to Ota’s studio after my shift to surprise him; however, I heard her voice.  Ota’s ex girlfriend.  The mother of his daughter.  I tried my best not to listen to their conversation; however, one word piqued my interest– my name.

“She is confused about MC,” the woman nearly yelled with an annoyed tone, “she keeps asking if MC will be her new mother.”  I felt my cheeks burn as leaned against the wall in front of the door.  Silence was her only response.  After a minute loud noises echoed from the room.  Sound of objects falling onto the wooden floor.

“Why do you fancy her anyway?  She is a maid at a hotel.  I really would rather not let our daughter consider some maid to be anything close to a step mother… maybe a nanny.”  Her voice was barely audible.  I heard Ota say something, but I could not comprehend any word he said.  The only words I understood were paint, time, and my own name.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we just got back together?  She wants mommy and daddy to get back together.”  More silence.

I cannot argue this to be untrue.  I have heard Ota’s daughter question her father about the two of them getting back together multiple times in the past.  Maybe if we did break-up it will be better for them?  It will make them happy.  Ota did not argue against the statement, maybe he believed it to be true too.

My heart broke at the idea.

Maybe I should beat him to the chase.

The door was thrown open and the woman rushed out. Her face was glowing like a red stop light as she left the studio without a single glance towards me.  I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.  No response.  I opened the door to see Ota picking up paint brushes off the floor muttering to himself.  Beside him stood his half-finished portrait.  I could not tell what exactly it was supposed to be about yet; however, I felt a sense of melancholy radiating from it as I gazed.  Ota turned toward with a peculiar expression.  I looked down at my hands thinking about what I was about to say and how horrible of a greeting this was going to be.  I took a cautious step back.  Ota noticed.

“I think we should split up,” I finally spoke.  Ota laughed.  I froze.

“So you heard our little spat I see?” Ota questioned, “do you really think I will let you go so easily like that?”  I stared at him wordlessly; I would have never expected he would laugh at my attempt of breaking up with him.  “Did you forget?  I bought you Koro.  You’re not going to leave me that easily.”

Mamoru- I took a nervous breath as I reread the letter again.  I turned toward Mamoru and the young boy sleeping on the couch.  A sigh slipped my lips as I stood up and walked towards the front door where my bag sat beside.  Picking up the bag I exited the door and began to head down the street before I heard footsteps running towards me.  I turned to see a young boy with a scared look.

“Where you goin MC?” the boy asked with nervous eyes, “why did you leave the letter saying bye?  Are you going ‘cause of me?”

I kneeled down infront of the boy with a sigh and ignored the question, “why did you leave the house?  Your dad will be sad if he sees you were gone.”

“He will be sad when you are too,” the boy whined as he grabbed my arm, “come home!”  I avoided his gaze as I let the young boy drag me back.  I had to go with him, because I could not let him wander around.

Once we opened the front door I was greeted to Mamoru sitting on the couch with a cigarette caught between his lips as his eyes were glued to the paper.

“I got MC back!” the boy yelled as he ran to his dad who looked up at the noise.  There was a huge smile on his face as he gazed up at his father who rubbed his head as he put the letter down on the coffee table.  Mamoru’s eyes caught with my own as I avoided his gaze.  Mamoru whispered something to the boy that I could not hear before the kid ran into his room.

Mamoru went straight to the point, “you were going to leave because you thought that the three of us would be a happier family without you?  If that was true I would not have separated from his mother to begin with.  You really are a kid”  Mamoru snuffed out the cigarette as he stood up from the couch and walked toward me. I stared at the ground not knowing what to say.

Actually, what can I really say in a situation like this?  The kid would be happier if you were with his real mom.  I wanted to start my own family and I thought it would be awkward because he already had one.  I really do love you.  I am sorry.

Everything I would have said already was written in the letter that was on the coffee table.

“You are the only woman I want, kid,” Mamoru muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair, “what do I need to do to show you this?  Want a child of our own.  I’m okay with that, kid.”  Mamoru had put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him.  “Also did you really expect me to let you go that easily?”

Soryu-  I stared at the picture on my phone and sighed.  One of the other maids had a baby recently and sent me a picture of the adorable new born.  I could not help but feel a bit jealous of her and the new baby.  I still avoid bringing up the subject of another child to Soryu.

It is not like he would say no; however, he does not need anymore stress with everything else going on.  Even though he does not show it, I know he is overworked already.

“MC!” a little girl’s voice called for me.  I looked up from the phone to see Soryu’s little girl staring up at me with shiny eyes, “I’m hungwy.”

I smiled as I stood up, “what do you want to eat?”


I laughed as I left my phone on the couch and walked toward the kitchen with the girl on my tail.  She looked excited as I started making her omelet.  She tried to help crack eggs and get all the ingredients together.

“What is going on here?” a voice called from the entrance.  The two of us turned in union towards the source.  Soryu smiled.  There was something in his hand that I could not tell  “Are you helping MC cook omelets?” Soryu asked as he hid the thing in his pocket.  I did not say anything about it as the young girl puffed up her chest proudly.

“Yes,” she stated before adding, “just for me.”

Soryu turned toward me, “maybe MC will make one for me.”


“Have you finished your homework yet?” Soryu asked and the girl froze, “can you go finish it?”  She nodded her head and rushed out the room.  I continued to finish the omelet as Soryu leaned on the kitchen counter. “She has taken a real liking to you, you are a great mother,” Soryu said and I froze quickly

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” I said, “I was thinking we should maybe…take a break”  My voice trailed off and the last three words were barely audible.  Soryu gave me a confused look before he grabbed what was in his pocket and handed it to me.  It was my phone.

“It looked like her when she was born,” he said gesturing towards the image of the baby on the screen, “I was thinking–”

“I want to take a break from you,” I said louder and clearer.  Soryu stopped mid sentence as his expression turned deadly serious as he pushed himself away from the counter and took a step closer towards me.


I ignored him. I turned away from him and put the omelet on the plate.

“MC, why do you want to take a break?”

I continued to ignore him as I started on the second omelet and let the first begin to cool down for the young girl.

“MC, stop,’ Soryu said and I instantly froze before turning toward Soryu.  We stared at each other in silence before I gave in.

“I… I thought maybe it would be better if it was just the two of you,” I stated, “a father should give all of his attention to his daughter… not some woman.  That and work… I do not want to add more–.”

“She also needs a woman to look up to,” Soryu stated, “I would rather it be you than one of those other kind of women.  You can’t leave.”

KBTBB Under the Table (Request)

anonymous asked: KBTBB MC sliding her hand over the bidders crotch to tease him?

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Fandom: Kiss by The Baddest Bidders
Category: Smutish?
Character: Eisuke, Baba & maybe more (in the future) 
Notes: I changed it a little, enjoy!

Tagging effloresensemn as promise plus @annamreed​ and @carinecaldre69

PS:  Gotta admit, this fic is a bit hot, even for me- the person who writes this and the one who feels nothing for Eisuke….

I thought about writing a similar one with two other bidders or two other voltage hotties, let me know your thoughts.

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Baba chocks on the water and nearly spits it out to your face, covering your grin with your left hand. How unfortunate for him to have a hard-on during dinner with a table full of people. All other bidders are having too much fun or too drunk to notice Baba’s suffering.

But you, you are just starting. Humming into the wineglass in your hand and pretend nothing’s happening underneath the table. The master theif lookes around to check if anyone’s looking or noticing anything. “What?” Eisuke asks, “Nothing, just want a refill.” Baba replies with his usual smile. Is he afraid to get caught by Eisuke? Would that make his dick hard?

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