#k. plumber

[pulitzersdaughter]

Poptart's back in safe hands.

Racer isn't murdered yet.

Won't be unless he takes Poptart again.

Everything's fine.

: )

#newsies rp #ask kathy #katherine’s reply 🫶 #k. plumber #rp account

[simiansmoke]

@timid-plumber

Wow. DK had really gotten worked up! Luigi jolted as DK hit the floor. He knelt down beside the ape, shaking his shoulder. "DK! C'mon, wake up, buddy!"

"I- I was joking. He's just got surf boards."

If you can't do the time- don't do the crime! The crime being making a Kong who was already getting lightheaded from his need to intake some bananas even more so and overly excited until he's floored and lying across a pair of plumber's shoes with his limbs stuck out stiffly in front of him as if he's a recently drugged Saint Bernard.

#//pls don't give my body to funky...or k rool #//thx #timid-plumber

[inmydrcams]

love this for you, babe 😘

#ch; k. plumber #( ;; we don't vibe with fanon ) #katherine with statue of liberty imagery is just… good

[moongreenlight]

Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”

Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.

But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.

He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.

He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.

He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.

You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.

He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.

He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.

He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.

He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.

You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.

You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.

Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.

He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.

And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.

“Alright?”

You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.

It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.

“You sure, doll?”

The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.

You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.

“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”

You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.

“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”

You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”

He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.

“What? Baking me a cake?”

You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.

“Never been a very good baker.”

He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.

“That right?”

You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.

“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”

It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.

“Sure.”

You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.

“It’s complicated, John.”

Your voice is mousy now.

“I know.”

A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.

“I just-“

“Then tell me to go home.”

The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.

“My husb-“

“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”

The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.

“John, he-“

A throaty growl from him.

“He’s not getting a lick of you.”

And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.

He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.

Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.

When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.

It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.

You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.

He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.

And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.

The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.

He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.

And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.

You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.

He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like

“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”

#he sees a family with a present but shitty father and says ‘it’s free real estate’ I hate him #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #captain price smut #captain john price smut #captain john price x reader #captain john price #captain price #price cod #john price #cod price #141 x reader #x reader

[junewild]

i am going to have hot showers again before the cold weather hits 😍

#LOVE a plumber. incredibly sexy #more people should go into trades #k talks

[frxxxncx]

need to know - k. soonyoung

»boyfriend!¡kwon soonyoung x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you just wanted to dance all night long, but the night had other plans for you.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, chocking, exhibitionistm, dirty talk (I suck at this, I’m not joking), degradation…?, sex in public, bulge kink kind of, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, it’s a little nasty at the end ngl, kinda mean dom!soonyoung, sub!reader.

»Words: 1.7k

note: This concept of Kwon Soonyoung makes me scream in my pillow every night. Need to know was my most played song in 2021.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your pink mini-skirt danced gracefully with you, stroking your plump thighs softly, fabric barely covering your ass, chest moving slowly, contrasting with the voluptuous motions of your hips.

You felt aroused, only looking for your boyfriend's gaze from the bar counter, you were the one who proposed to go out to dance, but Soonyoung, even though he liked to dance was not in the mood to do it that day, but you were willing to make his cock raise proud, as if you had telekinesis.

You felt someone behind you, but you were certain that it wasn’t your boyfriend, you were going to get away from him but an evil thought crossed your filthy mind, you decided to use the disrespectful guy whom was gripping grossly tight your waist with his flagrant sticky and sweaty hands, you wanted to provoke your boyfriend, but his reaction was taking long that you expected and you were starting to get utterly disgusted by the stranger.

Still it was thrilling, you knew what was coming after this stunt you just made. The movements of your hips were exaggerated, while your hands were placed over the other guy. Gross.

It was extremely uncomfortable to feel the unfamiliar hands travel your body with that intimacy, but at the same time you shiver at the feel of Soonyoung's strong gaze over you. So he finally saw you.

The foreign hands disappeared, being replace for your boyfriend’s hot and heavy touch, you could hear clearly how Soonyoung shouted with rage “Fuck off”. A chill ran down your back, you knew perfectly what was coming and you were so fucking prepared for the consequences of your actions.

His hands were squeezing your waist so tightly, and you were sure the silhouette of his fingers was going to be engraved in your skin in a purplish color by tomorrow. His warm breath felt delicious over the back of your neck, body’s so close you could feel all of him pressed against you. Soonyoung tongue caressed your ear feeling the cold metal of your piercings.

“Did you like provoking me while grinding against that bastard like a fucking slut in heat?” He whispered, one of his hands getting to the hem of your pinky skirt, thighs clenching together at the familiar feeling striking your cunt, his digits travelled over your soft skin, and under your skirt, fingers stroking the fabric of your lingerie.

The darkness of the place played in your favour, no one seemed like they were able to see a thing, or maybe they were just enjoying the show, perhaps they were doing the same with their partners.

The rough palms of Soonyoung caressed your cunt over the silky fabric of your underwear, making you stutter in his arms, his left hand rested on your neck choking you slightly, enough to make you moan at the pressure, you could feel your slick starting soak the thin fabric of you lingerie, you were dripping like a faucet and you needed a plumber to help you fix the problem, most definitely.

His cold fingers sneaked inside your underwear, digits now dripping wet in your arousal, you shivered thrilled with his fingers now rubbing circles in your swollen and needy clit, your hips wouldn’t stop moving anxious due to the strokes that started to become faster and faster, putting more pressure in the delicate bud of nerves, his middle fingers travelled to your core, making his ways inside of you, your hands gripped his wrist tightly, retaining a guttural moan that was building up in your throat.

His ring finger joined inside, now both digits were playing in your warm embrace, rubbing into all the good spots inside of you, while his palm was fondling your clit, his fingers scissoring you, stretching your velvety walls. Your moans slipped from your mouth uncontrollably, and you were so glad that the music was so loud, otherwise everyone would notice how your boyfriend was finger fucking the life out of you.

“You pussy so cute and so wet for me, I can feel your cunt so deliciously tight around my fingers” he whispered in your ear, curling his fingers and tightening the grip in your neck “Come on, baby, beg me for it and I will give it to you” the kiss below your ear makes you gasp, breathing was starting to become difficult “Beg for me, just like the cockslut you are” a high pitch moan escape from you when his fingers stretched more inside of you, the burning feeling only making you wish for more.

“Please, please, I need you” you whine desperately, head pressed against his chest, arching your back and moving your hips, feeling the hard on in the base of your back.

“It turns you on, huh?” His hoarse voice behind you contrasted with he sensual music that was playing now, hand that was fingering you, now unzipping his pants hurriedly“I’m going to fuck you infront of all these people and you are soaking wet for it”

He lifted your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, you felt the fabric tear in your skin, and sighed at it, his cock was caressing your sticky folds, spreading all your juices on his shaft, sliding easily on your lips.

“God, you’re so ready for me” he purred, and without thinking twice he thrusted inside of you groaning satisfied after bottoming you out, a loud and guttural moan break from you, due to the force and the toughness of the thrust it kind of burned, but it burned so good that the coil that been building in your belly increased enormously.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so perfect, so good for me” Soonyoung’s dancer hips pistoned with an animalistic pace, biting your lips was starting to become a poor attempt to muffle some of your whimpers, even the wet and lewd sound was beginning to echo over the music in your ears.

Your velvety walls were clenching around Soonyoung’s dick, making him groan satisfied, the sound of his voice caressing your ears like honey, almost triggering your desired orgasm.

The pleasure filled your insides and your clit wouldn’t stop pulsating under Soonyoung insisting rubs, left hand gripping firmly your neck taking your breath away, the coil in you belly was so close to bursting, your hips trembling and colliding with his that wouldn’t stop pistoning into you, every thrust tougher than the other.

At some point, both of his hands rested on your belly, pressing not tight but just enough to make you see stars over your head like a pretty halo, his dick jammed inside of you and the pressure of his hands made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, everything was hot and narrow, your lips were bright red and glossy, you thought that tomorrow they would hurt so bad.

Soonyoung kept hammering into you, one hand pressing your stomach and the other taking your breath away once again, while his hips drilled into you fast and messy, your so desired orgasms stroke through you, body jerking forward as you howled in pleasure, while he kept grunting on the damp skin of your nape, and finally he let go of you neck. He plumped himself dry into you, painting your insides white.

And perhaps it was because you were on a public place or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend just was exceptionally good at fucking you, but if he wasn’t holding you tight, you would be in the floor due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I think we need to go home” he said getting out of you slowly, hearing you whine in the process, now he was fixing his pants and holding tight onto you.

The words could get out of your mouth properly, you only remained clinging onto Soonyoung’s arm while his still warm cum travelled in the soft skin between your thighs, your cunt was sore, even then you could feel his dick inside of you, making you shudder, your legs were all wobbly and the sticky load was peeking from the edge of your skirt. Soonyoung felt bad about it and wiped it as much as he could with his hand, and then he fixed your underwear so his cum wouldn’t go anywhere.

You tried to walk while grabbing your boyfriend’s shirt tightly, but your legs just gave up and a mini scream came out when you felt like falling on your face.

“Sonnie, I can’t, my legs” you said, stuttering looking at your boyfriend with shining eyes because of the tears, still moaning quietly trying to stand still.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk, satisfied of having fucked you so well you couldn’t even walk, but still he felt a little -just a little- bad for you, maybe he was to rough, you liked it though.

Chuckling Soonyoung gave you one last look full of joy and breathed out surrendering.

“Come on, pretty, I’ll carry you” he said before lifting you into bridal style, making you feel as light as a feather. “When we get home, I’ll make us a warm bath and I’ll clean you up very well, it’s okay, honey?” He asked in a childish tone, making you laugh and nod at the same time.

Once you were outside the club, Soonyoung made sure to put you in the passenger seat carefully but still a gasp came out of you, he zipped your belt and closed your door, and then he went to his seat.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit tense because of the sticky mess in between your legs, but still the light burn in your core felt quite pleasant making your cunt pulsate.

When you finally where in front of your house, you sighted “Next time instead of fucking in the middle of the dance floor, better drag me to the car and fuck my brains out here” the embarrassment was starting to kick in, the liquid confidence losing its effects.

Soonyoung looked at you with a crooked smile "why next time when I can do it right now?"

#kwon soonyoung you’ve got me in a chokehold #I’ll never get over hoshi x elle korea #i want him #now i’m going to bed #fuck​ irregular verbs ;cc #svt #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #hoshi smut #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #svthub #hoshi x reader #soonyoung smut #kwon hoshi #seventeen smut

[lemmetreatya]

Job!Character | m • list

“I don’t care if his collars blue or white — as long as he treat me right, it don’t matter.”

💠 All Works are NSFW 💠

NEW (as of last update): ⚜️

A T T A C K O N T I T A N

📌 Security gurads!ConJeanRen

📌 Pilot!Eren

📌 Deliveryman!Eren

📌 Librarian!Eren

📌 Youth Leader!Eren

📌 Kpop fanboy!Eren

📌 Gardener!Jean

📌 Meteorologist!Jean

📌 Politician!Connie

📌 Funeral director!Connie

📌 Shop Assistant!Armin

📌 Actor!Armin ⚜️

📌 Laundromat technician!Levi

📌 Sofa salesman!Porco

📌 Tow truck driver!Reiner

📌 Bellhop!Reiner

📌 Chiropractor!Reiner ⚜️

📌 Rent-A-Boyfriend!Zeke

📌 MP!Onyankopon ⚜️

📌 Movie Director!Onyankopon ⚜️

J U I J U T S U K A I S E N

📌 Tour Guide!Gojo

📌 Wedding photographer!Geto

📌 Nude Model!Gojo ⚜️

📌 Tennis Player!Nanami

📌 Driving Instructor!Nanami

📌 Club Bouncer!Sukuna

📌 Plumber!Toji

📌 CEO!Toji

J O J O S B I Z A R R E A D V E N T U R E

📌 Chef!Jotaro

📌 Harbour operator!Jotaro ⚜️

📌 Photographer!Jotaro ⚜️

📌 Head Builder!Polnareff ⚜️

📌 Car washer!Avdol ⚜️

M Y H E R O A C A D A M E I A

📌 Personal trainer!Hawks

📌 Juggler!Hawks

📌 Senior Banker!Enji

📌 Garbageman!Enji

#eren x reader #connie x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #porco x reader #reiner x reader #levi x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #jotaro x reader #hawks x reader #endeavour x reader #jjk smut #attack on titan smut #jojo smut #mha smut #jojo's bizarre adventure #attack on titan #jujutsu kaisen #my hero academia

[domaystic]

It's Domaystic 2024!

Hello, hello! This is the third year of DOMAYSTIC, a domestic trope based prompt event running in May :D

This is the main post for the event and in the picture above there are the prompts.

They're 31 prompts (no alts this time), but they are also divided in three main categories, which I loosely labelled as "people from everyday life" from 1 to 10; "things from everyday life" from A to J; and "general-container-stuff that can be bent to one's own desires" from roman number I to X. Plus, at the very end, a free choice option (we never had one and the days are not even ahahah).

List of prompts

Category: people from everyday life 01. driver 02. shop assistant 03. plumber 04. public servant 05. teacher 06. receptionist 07. mechanic 08. health professional 09. baker 10. landlord

Category: things from everyday life A. konmari B. me/us time C. shopping points D. odd appliances E. building renovations F. frozen G. memento H. wild animal I. ritual J. dreadful weather

Category: general-container-stuff I. proverb II. tutorial III. poll IV. numbers V. emergency VI. quiz VII. cliché VIII. art IX. official document X. song

* free choice

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And this is it! For any question, doubt, etc. the askbox is always open :)

Hi @thebigbangblogproject, can you reblog this? Thanks :D

#domaystic #domaystic2024 #post about the event #domestic trope #domesticity #prompt event #prompt list #prompts #fanart #fanfiction #multifandom #I was quite overjoyed by these three categories when I thought of them but now I'm also nervous bc do they make sense?! I hope so XD #hitting post is always a bit scary - did I forget something?! #fandom #fanvids #edits #podfic #prompt challenge #fanmix #thebigbangblogproject #fandom events #events #may #fandom event

[moon-alight]

Hi can I request a K (&team) headcanon when you guys move into youre own appartment and how Would Living with him be like thank you So much ♤♡

Hey! I'll only do the Hyung Line for this one since I cannot imagine the maknae line moving in with someone lol

Masterlist

&Team Hyung-Line moving in with their s/o

Warnings: one mention of sexual intercourse (only slightly), fluff

Word Count: 706

-K

-Moving in meant some organizing and he did not count on that many clothes coming from you

-Honestly, he was prepared to give you half his closet space but it was clear you needed more so he bought a new closet to store your stuff in

-He often comes home from work at unholy hours like 3 AM or 4 AM and if he sees you on the couch, he both melts as well as gets incredibly annoyed at you

-When you wake up he would say things like "You know the couch isn't comfortable enough to sleep on" or "don't stay up for me, it is not good for you."

-Cares about you a lot but this also means you argue sometimes about the stupidest things

-He just wants you to be safe and happy and you're fed up because he always tries to tell you how you should do things

-You work it out quickly though

-He likes to order food to the house whenever he is not home just so you know he thinks about you

-Will die whenever you cook for him (this man already bought a ring lol)

-Enjoys being able to hold you every night and tell you about his day even though you're already asleep because he came home at 5 AM

-Fuma

-On one hand he is very happy about you moving in with him, on the other hand he is afraid that he's rushing things (so assure him a lot)

-I am a sole believer Fuma is the cleanest from all the &Team members which is why he has organized e-very-thing!

-He even made space on the bed for your stuffed animals (which he finds oh so adorable) and even gave you a welcome home present

-Loves shopping with you for small things to add to your home like plants or plates that are pretty or maybe even a random duck which you put on the fireplace

-He is the one that constantly back-hugs you everywhere around the house.

-Also the one to have fucked you on every surface in the damn house

-Enjoys cleaning days because you're both just annoying one another with bubbles (which is also why he loves doing the dishes together)

-Definetely has one of those doormats outside which says 'home sweet home'

-If ya'll had a dog it would say 'bone sweet bone'

-Just the cutest lol

-Nicholas

-The menace of the &Team hyung line members

-Would love to watch horror movies together now that you live in the same house and purposely make you scared so you cuddle up to him more.

-Loves it when he wakes up in your shared bed knowing he can wake up like that forever.

-He was also the one to suggest you two live together in the first place.

-Whenever something breaks and need fixing he tells you not to call the plumber/mechanic/electrician but he can do it himself instead

-Cue to him getting electrocuted and you calling the electrician anyway

-He's very sulky after that but just ignore him

-He would also suggest drinking nights or game nights which involve drinking just so you can spend the next day together hungover

-It is never boring with him but please prevent him from doing shit himself because he will get hurt

-EJ

-So, so, so excited to finally be able to live with you together

-Takes you to IKEA to buy new furniture and makes you choose whatever you want because he trusts your taste in interior design

-You build the furniture together and absolutely get into countless arguments because of it

-You always make up though and whenever the furniture is done and completely put together, you celebrate with your favorite food.

-Also has a doormat but his one says 'Enter the Upside Down'

-Loves to decorate for halloween or christmas and definitely scares children when it's trick or treat

-He is the second cleanest on my list so expect him to always make sure the sheets on the bed, the dishes and the floor are clean

-Enjoys buying small things for the house with you and has an entire fridge filled with magnets from places he has visited on tour

#&team #&team drabbles #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team headcanons #&team nicholas #&team k #&team ej #&team fuma

[catr4dora]

He DEFINITELY AT LEAST listens to some weekend songs IMAGINE (Mario movie spoilers?)

(BTW this is after donkey Kong joins the group to fight bowser, before they go ambush him they also come to you for help so you go to the mushroom kingdom)

Being a queen of your kingdom that is known for having the BEST warriors in the world including your self. Princess peach has invited you to a meeting with her, the Mario brothers and the prince of king kingdom. The other have never heard of the existence of your kingdom not even donkey Kong but once you step in they are shocked to see a queen.

(this is your outfit but in whatever color you want) and art is by jivke

Mario: “WAIT THERES OTHER PRINCESSES?!”

Peach: “Yes Mario-“

Dk: “WAIT THERES OTHER KINGDOMS?!”

Peach: “YES lemme expl-“

Toad: “HEY GUYS-“

Peach: “SHUT UP-…”

everyone: ………

Peach: (heavily sighs) “I’m sorry toad. OK now let me explain, I’ve asked for help from ANOTHER kingdom because I wanna have an alliance with her so we can defeat bowser and in general. She’s REALLYYYY cool too so-

Dk: “I doubt she’s cooler than me!” (Cue him smirking smugly and Mario rolling his eyes)

Mario: “uhuh sure..”

Peach: “ANYWAY- her kingdom is known to have the most STRONGEST warriors including herself and Mario she’s not-“

Toad guards: “PRINCESS SHES HERE!”

Peach: “OK YOU GUYS PLEASE BE COOL BECAUSE WE REALLY NEED HER AND UHH DONT EMBARRASS ME!”

Dk: “oh please you should be telling that to the idiot in overalls”

Mario: “SHUT UP-!”

*the doors open to reveal you* Guard toad: “Presenting the QUEEN of k/n (kingdoms name) y/n!”

*you walk in the throne room and see peach, a plumber and the prince of kongs* Mario: “ohh she’s a queen.” (He whispers to toad and dk)

Dk: “no duh”

Mario: “shut up you didn’t even know she existed- wait why is she not wearing a dress?”

Toad: “Who cares about what she’s wearing you guys!”

*once you walk in the group takes a better look at you and you f/c suit*

Peach: “Greetings your majesty, we are glad you are here.” (She says while bowing) You: “It’s my pleasure Princess Peach.” (You say as you bow your head at her)

Peach: “Thank you- oh this is Mario, toad and Donkey Kong prince of Kongs-“

Dk: “YOU DIDNT TELL US THAT SHE WAS HOT!”

Mario: “ARE YOU KIDDING-“

Dk: “AM I WRONG?”

Mario: “NO BUT THATS RUD-“ (sure Mario has a crush on peach BUT he considered you really pretty)

(They are interrupted by you laughing. This shocks peach because knowing that you are the fiercest warrior in all the kingdoms she thought you’d be serious)

You: “OHHH THATS FUNNY!” (Deeply inhales and exhales) “ohh I needed that, you guys are hilarious and thanks for the compliment”. (You say winking at dk.)

(The group watches you. Peach still in shock, toad amused at you laughing, Mario not sure what to say and donkey Kong a bit red in the face and quickly changes to a smug smirk. *Hes screaming so loud inside from you winking at him*.)

#donkey kong x reader #super mario bros movie #donkey kong #mario movie #princess peach #luigi #super mario #Spotify

[pulitzersdaughter]

It is way too damn hot to be walking around reporting stories.

#newsies rp #ask kathy #k. plumber #katherine’s reply 🫶 #rp account

[melon-kiss]

I: Favourite character from Adamczycha?

Kirył Pietruczuk (“1670”’s Maciej): Aniela.

(I went 🥺🥹🥰 here)

I: Who would you be in Baroque if you could time travel?

K: Umm, a peasant–nobleman.

(Here's when the caption is applicable: *a peasant–nobleman is a nobleman for hire, i.e. nobleman plumber, nobleman cabbie)

I: Favourite historical film?

K: Troy.

I: The Office: American, British or Polish?

[end of IG story]

#1670 #1670 maciej #maciej z litwy #kirył pietruczuk

[inmydrcams]

watching the newsies performance at the oliviers and OMG how did this show get away with casting all white boys for the newsies for SO long????

#ch; k. plumber #looking really good y'all #( ;; we don't vibe with fanon )

[holylulusworld]

Take my breath away - Kinktober 29

Written for @charmed-asylum​‘s “Promptthebreakschallenge“

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝟙: DEALER CHOOSE: A: 61. “There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.” // 17. “| swear it was an accident. //”18. “YOU DID WHAT?!” // 24. you’re not as funny as you think you are // 35. stop laughing at me // 42. how have you survived this long by yourself? // 49. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

Summary: Your boss acts differently today.

Summary: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being an awful boss (mentioned), enemies to lovers (kinda), kissing

Words: 1,2 k

Kinktober 2022

Why I kidnapped my boss? That’s a good question. Have a seat. Grab a snack. Get comfortable.

“Ms. Y/L/N, get over here,” right when you want to press enter to save the first lines of your story, your boss yells at you again. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, Sir,” you grit your teeth. If only you didn’t need the money. “Only a few more months. You can do this.” You’d like to tell yourself, one day you will leave this lousy job behind and start a new life.

“I said, hurry up,” this time your boss barks in your direction. “I swear, you are the worst assistant I ever had.”

“And you are the worst boss I ever had.”

“What?” he furrows his brows.

“What?” biting your tongue you try to hide that you mean every word. “I said, what can I do for you, boss.”

“Hmm…,” your boss watches you get up from your desk to walk toward his office. “At least you get me the right coffee. That’s a pro.”

“Uh-you told me more than once how you like your coffee. It’s not rocket science to get the right coffee, Sir,” damn, sometimes you just can’t stop babbling. 

“Sit,” James Buchanan Barnes, the devil himself says. “I got a problem with my smartphone. I mean, it’s not really a problem. Rather a matter of relocation.”

“Relocation?” you cock your head. “I don’t think I understand what you want to tell me, Mr. Barnes.”

“I dropped my phone into the toilet bowl,” he huffs as you stare at him, mouth agape.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” you squeak. How can he drop his phone into a toilet bowl? “How? Why? What now?”

“Uh-I need you to get it out,” now you chuckle. “Stop laughing at me, Ms. Y/L/N! That’s inappropriate. It’s your job to assist me. So, go to the restrooms and get my phone.”

“I didn’t laugh, Sir,” a snort fights its way to the surface.

You struggle to keep a straight face while staring at your boss. He’s still an ass, but right at this moment, he looks like a little boy begging you to get his favorite toy back.

“I just asked myself how you manage to drop your phone into the toilet bowl. Did you want to stream something?”

You grin. 

“No.”

He glares at you.

“Maybe you wanted to play a game and your phone just slipped out of your hands. Or you were busy with something more…” you snort. It’s hard to fight the smirk wanting to creep onto your face.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” he slams his fist onto his desk, making you flinch. “Go and get my phone.”

“Eek, no! Maybe you peed onto the phone,” pursing your lips you look at your boss. “I’m your assistant but I won’t put my hand into a toilet bowl for you, Sir. That’s a hard no.”

“A hard no?” now he smirks. “Interesting. Didn’t take you for that kind of girl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You size your boss up.

“You know, the kind of girl knowing about hard and soft limits. A naughty girl,” he grins. His blue eyes seem to be glued to your face as you shift in your seat.

“Maybe call a plumber or ask the janitor to help you.”

Work dragged on for a few more hours before you were finally allowed to leave your workplace. Luckily, your boss didn’t bother you for the rest of the day.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you come to my office,” right when you wanted to leave the office, your boss calls for you once again.

“Great. Just great,” you huff.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” he says a little louder. “NOW!”

“Coming, boss,” you put on a fake smile before following him toward the office. “What can I do for you?”

“I swear it was an accident,” he points at the papers you handed him a few hours ago, now soaked, with coffee. “Can you print the papers for me again before you go?”

“How have you survived this long by yourself?” you look at the ruined papers again. “I can print them again for you. Just give me a minute. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re too kind,” there is something in his eyes before it’s gone. You shake your head, believing you imagined things. “Thank you, doll.”

“I-“ frowning you look at your boss. He never called you anything but Ms. Y/L/N. Now it’s doll? “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting for you then.”

You walk out of the room, wondering what happened to your grumpy and loud boss today. He seemed to be lost in thoughts.

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person. How can he mess so many things up in just one day?” you grumble as you make your way back toward your desk. “I should just leave him to his mess. He doesn’t even know that I have his back every day.”

“Doll, can you get me a coffee too? I need to work a little longer tonight,” Mr. Barnes calls from his office. “Please.”

“Please?” huffing you open the document you need to print again. “I didn’t think he knows the word please.” You press print and get up to get the printed pages.

“Come on, do your job,” you impatiently wait for the printer to do its job. “What’s wrong with you?” You kick the printer. “Fuck you! Do your job.”

“Something wrong? Y/N?”

Shaking your head, you check on the printer and ignore your boss. It won’t print the needed pages, so you kick it again, and again until it makes an odd noise.

“I think you broke the printer, Y/N,” he chuckles as you still fight with the printer. “Doll, leave the poor machine alone. We can print the pages tomorrow. It’s fine.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws,” laughing you slap the printer one last time. “That’s a pro, right?” You look at your boss, expecting him to throw insults at you or fire you.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You blink a few times as your boss starts to run his fingers through his short strands. “What do you mean, Sir?”

“This,” he gestures between you and him. “I can’t ignore my feelings any longer,” you yelp as he almost pounces on you.

You stare at your boss as he cups your face. He bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smiling as you look at him like a deer in headlights.

“Sir?”

“Bucky,” he whispers. “Call me Bucky.”

“I-“

He leans in to press his lips to yours, moaning as you whimper against him.

“Open your mouth,” he purrs against your lips, tongue sliding over your lips, tongue, and the inside of your open mouth. 

You close your eyes, whining and moaning as you give in to the feeling of Bucky’s lips against yours. Your pulse quickens, and you feel warm. 

“Y/N,” breathing heavily you feel like you can cum only from the way Bucky kisses you. “Y/N!” your eyes flutter open, and you lift your head from your desk. “What are you doing here so late?”

Your boss stares at you with angry steel-blue eyes.

“I-I think…uh-I fell asleep…” you watch him storm off. “What did I just do? How can I dream of that bastard?”

“Miss Y/N to my office,” Bucky barks. “I think we should talk about a few things…”

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#promptthebreakschallenge #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #Take my breath away #kinktober day 29 #kinktober 2022 #bucky x reader

[cayenneexe]

The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 1/4

K-008, Kritical or Kris to family and friends, suffers from Black Rust Disease, which is an infection that makes him rot from the inside.

Kris knows how much his family sacrificed for him and just wants to stop being a burden for once. He’s given that chance when he and his brother team up with humans to get their ticket back home. Maybe now, he can finally be the hero he always wanted.

Or

Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

Ao3 Sneak Peek

Next

Kris has heard of the earthly saying, “your life flashing before your eyes.”

Oddly enough, when he felt his spark go out, the last thing he remembered wasn’t his life but the last conversation he had with his brother.

Kris remembers standing on a hill. The darkness of the night sky blocked the vision of any passing humans seeing metal aliens in the distance. The only thing illuminating is the shine of the stars against their plating.

Their human allies stand in a circle not too far from them. The blond teen Bumblebee stands next to his leader Optimus with the pink-haired motorcyclist Arcee standing on his other side. Mirage isn’t with them, busy grabbing the holotech promised to get Kris into the museum.

Kris is next to his brother and he spots the antennas on Noah’s helmet to flicker every few seconds. Clearly, the forest green Challenger wasn’t so fond of these squishy beings in the middle of their own mission to go home.

That doesn’t make sense. Humans are great! They made movies, video games𑁋although the one with the red plumber and the weird fire-breathing reptile is frustrating to finish𑁋and consume such colorful resources! The orange bot can’t help but envy the fact that he doesn’t have taste buds just thinking about it.

“What’s up with your face plate?”

Noah’s voice snaps Kris out of his thoughts, realizing the jealous scowl on his intake and immediately dropping his derma to a nervous smile.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking about how cool it would be to take a bite of those Earth cheeseburgers.” Kris assures his brother while trying to guess what a burger would taste like, “Do you think it’s like the Francium frankfurters back home or-”

“You know we can’t stay, right?”

Kris stops talking, looking up at the tall transformer. Noah’s voice was stern yet his expression looked delicate. It seemed he was afraid to offend the smaller bot while maintaining his usual serious older-brother persona.

The words regarding Earthly foods vanish from his glossa and the orange Viper just groans. “I know.”

A soft breeze leaves Noah’s cooling fans like an understanding but tired sigh, “You can’t get too attached to this planet. It will hurt even more when we have to leave.”

Kris grinds his denta. He knows that his older brother is just trying to protect him and he admires that. Everything that Noah has ever done was to protect him and his happiness, even at the sacrifice of his own. The memories of the bitter looks from everyone as Noah walked past them hurts just thinking about it and knowing those looks are because of him.

This involuntary visit to Earth would end eventually but that doesn’t soften the upcoming pain of having to leave this ruined yet beautiful planet.

Seven months ago when they crashed, the two brothers were separated. Noah was apparently all the way in Puerto Rico while the orange bot crashed near the border of New York all alone.

After a few Earth weeks, Kris had the bravery to venture into the city. With a teen holoform and a burnt orange pick-up truck alt, he drove into every part of New York. He ventured into Queens, Manhattan, and a bright red area they named Chinatown. He also visited Times Square where he copied the look of a beautiful Dodge Viper on display and had a newfound rage against human parking and traffic.

They were all flashy and beautiful but his favorite place was Brooklyn, mainly the small neighborhoods with kids that played on the streets, soft chatter from the sidewalks and the familiar feeling within the area.

Obviously, the place wasn’t completely safe—often startled and woken up by the sirens of the Decepticon police force almost every night—but something about this planet felt alive.

“You don’t understand.” Kris grumbles, trying to push down the frustration in his vocalizer, “Everything they make is so colorful! They don’t need movies, games or music to fight their bad leader. They just have it because they do!”

Kris looks away from his brother and onto the gathered humans with determination in their eyes as Mirage arrives. His silver Porsche pulls up and the driver begins to walk towards his team but first waving hello at the robots with the illusion disk at hand. Only Kris waves back in a similar manner.

“Their world is so messed up yet the Racers still have hope.” Kris crosses his arms and grins unapologetically, “So, sorry if I get attached. Human are just so fun!”

Noah’s brow plates furrow in confusion but now, his eyes gleam with a certain curiosity, “And how does fun help them survive?”

Surely in a world where humans are ruled under an iron fist, Mirage’s smile shouldn’t be as bright and wide at the sight of new friends and the hope in the Freedom Racers shouldn’t be so infectious.

“It doesn’t help them survive, it helps them live.”

Kris won’t ever know if Noah understood what he said or changed his mind about humans. He wouldn’t blame him after this.

A human controlling a Cybertronian’s corpse killed his little brother, who was trying to save humans.

The Viper isn't worried if Noah cares about humans. He worries how Noah will change.

Kris knew he died. He’s not stupid but not ready to leave his brother alone. Noah has always been protecting him and vice versa as much Kris tries.

With the younger one gone, who will protect his Sonic now.

#transformers #transformers rotb #transformers rise of the beasts #rise of the beasts #rotb #kris diaz #rotb noah #noah diaz #freedom racers au #reverse roles au #reverse au #knightverse #fanfic #fanfiction #read on ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #I know I said it would be a one shot but I swear there so much a girl could do #I'll make long chapters to make up for it #my man kris needs more love #although killing him in the first chapter isn't a good a idea to show my love

[creativesnek]

Going Against the Current: Finale

Unbeknownst to the now engaged royals, they had a witness. An imp with purple tentacles for hair watched from afar, chortling to themselves. They grinned, pearly white fangs glistening in the light. The imp reached into their suit jacket and produced a piece of chalk. With precision, they wrote a circle with symbols around it on the nearby wall and then leaped into it.

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As the creature disappeared into the circle, a portal opened up elsewhere and they re-appeared to a dark, underground lair. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and strange artifacts; the scene was illuminated by floating blue fire. The imp made their way to a large stone table in the center of the room where none other than King Boo sat. The glistening purple crown sat on his head. King Boo’s vibrant mauve eyes turned to the imp, a devilish grin stretching across his fangs. "Ah, Marquis Masque! Welcome back, friend," he said. "What is your report?"

The marquis bowed. "My lord, I bring interesting news from the Darklands: King Bowser has proposed to his consort!” he said.

"Interesting news indeed," King Boo said, tapping his nubby appendage on the armrest of his chair. "How… heartwarming. After so many misses, the mighty Demon King has found love, and to that deplorable, cowardly plumber in green no less.”

Venom laced his voice. The magical crown on his head glowed brighter; several books were thrown out of their shelves. King Boo snarled, “Six wretched years! I’ve been confined in this infernal mansion for that long!” he shouted. “Meanwhile those two are enjoying their freedom and basking in their love for each other!”

“King Boo, if I may, what better way to get revenge on the green plumber than to crash his wedding~”

King Boo laughed, “This is why you and I are friends, Masque. You always come up with the most devilish of plans.”

Masque chuckled, their tentacled-hair bouncing as they moved. The marquis jumped onto the stone table and adjusted their tie. “I have already called an ally to aid you in this endeavor.”

“Masque, you spoil me,” said Boo. “Who is this ally you speak of?”

Suddenly the doors opened. A hulking figure walked into the room, the rustling of a cape followed behind. King Boo rose from his chair and floated forward, “Well, this is a surprise.”

“Hello, Boo.”

King K. Rool stomped into his office; the light from the floating flames reflected off his gold armor and crown. His bulging eye stared off into the distance while the other focused on the ghostly ruler; needle-like teeth peeked out of his snout. Rool snorted, “Heard you’ve got revenge plans and needed a way outta here,” he said. 

“Marquis Masque has just informed me that the Mario brother, Luigi, is getting married. I plan to crash his wedding!”

Rool scratched his chin, “Hmm… Crashing weddings ain’t really my style, but I have been out of the game for a while,” he mused. “I do miss causing chaos.”

After their final defeats, both villainous rulers were imprisoned in their own way. This “era of peace” or whatever has truly put a damper in their schemes. Rool approached the stone table and sat down. Boo crossed his arms. “You know, Luigi isn’t the only one that’s going to be present,” he said. “Donkey Kong might be there~”

Rool raised an eyebrow at Boo's statement. "Donkey Kong? That big ape?" he asked with a growl. "What could he possibly have to do with this?"

Boo smirked. "DK is close friends with the plumber boys. His presence at the wedding is guaranteed,” he said.

Masque’s tentacles twitched with excitement. “Oh~” they purred. “Two for one! Nobody could have ever foreseen such a dastardly duo would crash a royal wedding; you both get revenge against your greatest enemies!”

Rool leaned back in his chair, considering the possibilities. He had always been a fan of elaborate schemes and grandiose plans, but lately he had been feeling restless and bored. Maybe crashing a wedding was just what he needed to shake things up. 

"Alright," he said finally, standing up from his seat. "I'm in. Let's crash this wedding and cause some chaos."

Boo grinned wickedly, his eyes glowing with anticipation. "Excellent," he said. "Let’s give good ol’ Luigi the best wedding gift ever~”

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The morning after their double proposal, the soon-to-be husbands initiated the wedding preparations. Bowser had pretty much handled the planning for the most part, all the information kept safely in a large leatherbound book in his office. However, now, the two could sit down and discuss those plans, tweaking them here and there. The two held hands as they reviewed vendors and locations, the rings of silver and obsidian glistening in the kingdom’s volcanic glow. Luigi flipped a page, “Oh! Are we having the wedding here?” he asked.

Bowser’s tail wagged, “W-well, I was thinking we could just have it here as opposed to the Moon or something,” he snorted. “But! We can always have it somewhere else if you’d like.”

“No, no, tesoro. I- I do want to have it here, at home! I’d feel safe knowing our home would keep our special day safe; plus, I-I a-am going to be ruling this kingdom too…”

I’m going to be ruling this kingdom too… Those words sent him into overdrive, purring louder than an engine. Luigi laughed and smiled, squeezing his hand. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Luigi. Not only was he kind, loving, and supportive, but he also understood the weight of his responsibilities as a future ruler. It wasn't easy to balance personal desires with the needs of the kingdom, but Luigi made it all seem effortless.

As they continued to plan their special day together, Bowser felt a sense of comfort knowing that they would be celebrating in the safety of their own home. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him.

Luigi's laughter and smile were infectious, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment they spent together. He knew that ruling a kingdom would come with its challenges, but with Luigi by his side, he felt confident that they could overcome anything. And having someone to go to when he wasn’t being a king would do wonders; to wake up feeling those tiny arms around him every morning would be the best feeling in the world.

Together, they would build a future filled with love, happiness, and prosperity for their kingdom and each other. And on their special day, surrounded by the warmth of their home and the love of their friends.

“Your Highnesses, the Toadstool King and Queen have arrived.”

Bowser and Luigi looked to the side. Kamek had appeared beside them, accidentally interrupting their moment. The advisor leaned on his wand, “They are waiting for you in the foyer,” he said. The engaged couple stood up and followed Kamek out of the office. As they made their way to the foyer, Bowser and Luigi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. They took a deep breath and entered the room, where they were greeted by the Toadstool King and Queen.

“Fratellino!”

Mario ran to him and trapped him in a powerful hug, even lifting Luigi off his feet. The younger twin smiled and patted his arms. Peach approached the group, cradling her swollen belly, “We received the news this morning! We just had to come here and congratulate you!” she exclaimed. Mario let go of Luigi, allowing him to walk over and hug Peach. 

The expecting queen giggled, “You have no idea how happy I am.”

She broke away from their hug and wiped her face, then she turned her attention to Bowser. “Well? Where’s my hug?!” The Koopa King jumped slightly and obliged, gently wrapping a hand around her and pulling her into a side hug. Peach smirked, “I’m pregnant. Not made of glass,”

“I’m just being cautious, Peach!”

Despite their past, the two treated each other like best friends. And ever since Peach revealed her pregnancy, Bowser has been protective and cautious around her; he would be very wary of his strength and during their outings, he’d sometimes growl at those who got too close. Mario didn’t help in any way, too busy enforcing his own protective tendencies; Peach essentially had two very powerful bodyguards around her. Well, three. Luigi couldn’t lie that he would sometimes shock people if they got too close. Queen Peach didn’t seem to mind this at all. Mario clapped his hands together, “So! When’s the big day? What’re the plans?” he asked.

Luigi grabbed Bowser’s free hand, “We were just discussing that,” he replied. “Bowser actually had the majority of it planned out!”

Bowser rubbed the back of his neck, “I-I’ve been planning this for a while now, okay? Everything should be set up within a month or so,” he said sheepishly.

“Did you ask the kingdoms to cater for the wedding?” said Peach. “I’m sure they would be happy to, now that their supplies are being used for a genuine wedding.”

She jabbed an elbow against Bowser’s stomach; the massive koopa turned scarlet with embarrassment over the reminder of his final stunt. Even though it was all water under the bridge, they liked to tease him about his past villainous career. Bowser let go of Peach, “I’d actually like that. Make it symbolic that I really am leaving all of that shit behind me by asking if I could have those items.”

Mario adjusted his hat, “Just say the word. We can get in contact with the other rulers in no time!”

“Oh, we have to call Daisy! We absolutely cannot exclude her from this!” added Peach.

Bowser chuckled. “Already taken care of.”

The two stopped a moment to look at him, then each other before smirking at Bowser. The king hid his red face in his hands; Luigi chuckled and hugged his side, “Why don’t we discuss this in the dining room? We still have to send the invites and get the venue ready!”

Willing to spare any more teasing, the Toadstool Queen and King relented. The group of royals headed towards the dining room, excitedly chattering about the upcoming event.

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The wedding planning took slightly longer than intended; nevertheless, everything was ready! Guests from all over the world made their way to the Darklands’ capital, excited to attend the union. As Queen Peach predicted, the other kingdoms were more than happy to help in the preparations; an outdoor venue was booked and the coronation would take place after their honeymoon in the Sea Kingdom. Rosalina was, in fact, in the galaxy and was going to make it to the event. 

Clothes were tailored, catering was meticulously planned, and the entertainment was carefully selected to ensure that everyone had a great time. The Darklands' army was on high alert, making sure that the wedding went off without a hitch. Everything was perfectly in place. With everything being handled by others, the grooms were allowed to get ready. 

Luigi stood in front of a vanity, standing still as Mario focused on tying in his bow tie. Luigi couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This was a big day for both him and Bowser, and he wanted everything to go smoothly. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a bright green bow tie. Mario was wearing the same, except his bow tie was red.

"Hey, you look great!" Mario said as he finished tying his bow tie.

Luigi smiled back at him. "You think so?"

Mario nodded and fixed his hair. They both took one last look in the mirror before turning to each other. "You ready for this?" Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Mario put his hand on Luigi's shoulder. "Don't worry, everything's going to be perfect."

Luigi smiled again, feeling reassured by Mario's words. He knew that they had each other's backs no matter what happened. Luigi felt his anxiety wash away as he thought about the bond he shared with his brother. They had been through so much together, from battling enemies to traveling galaxies. But no matter what obstacles they faced, they always had each other's backs.

Mario's words reminded Luigi that he would always have his back, and that together they could overcome anything. He knew that if he ever needed help or support, Mario would be there for him without hesitation. And he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of! It’s his wedding day, he should be rejoicing!

“Sorridi, fratello. Stai per sposare il re dei tuoi sogni!” said Mario.

Luigi chuckled. He had been waiting for this day for so long, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin it. Suddenly they perked up at the sound of running footsteps. Daisy burst through the door, effortlessly catching her breath before speaking. “You two ready?” she asked.

Mario raised an eyebrow, “Uh… yeah. But, what’s the rush?”

A cheeky smile pulled at her lips. “There’s been a small change in plans,” said Daisy. “Luigi needs to get to the altar like yesterday.”

The green-cladded groom reached towards the vanity and quickly put on his earrings. While Luigi rushed to put on his shoes, Mario tried to get an answer from Daisy about the sudden change since he was going to walk Luigi down the aisle but the Sarasaland Empress refused; such behavior was not uncommon for her, but this was out of the ordinary even for her. In fact, she’s been acting odd ever since the engagement announcement. Mario hoped she didn’t decide now would be a good time to play one of her pranks; he swore to Grambi, if she does anything, he will crucify her. Luigi adjusted his sleeves, “Come on, Mario. Everyone’s waiting!” he said, “We’ll figure it out later!”

Mario quit grilling Daisy for answers. He followed his brother out of his room and out into the wedding hall. Luigi’s footsteps echoed off the walks. He focused on the sound, lest he be distracted by his racing heartbeat. The sudden change doesn’t bother him one bit; at the end of the day, he will get to call Bowser his husband. The thought caused his steps to quicken. The feeling of pure happiness and excitement was overwhelming, and he couldn't contain it. His heart raced faster and faster, as if trying to keep up with the pace of his thoughts. He felt alive, invigorated, and unstoppable. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he knew that nothing could bring him down from this high. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of pure joy that filled every inch of his being.

He reached forward and opened the large entrance doors.

The wedding altar stands tall and proud, its grandeur commanding the attention of all attendees. Its formidable structure is adorned with abundant greenery and fragrant blooms, illuminated by the warm glow of flickering candles. As Luigi approached the altar, his heart pounded with anticipation for what would soon transpire under this majestic canopy. The delicate lace curtains billow in the gentle breeze, framing the focal point where vows will be exchanged and lives forever entwined. His stepson, Ludwig, sat by a grand piano; ready to get everything started.

Guests sat in their seats, watching with excitement in their eyes. Peach stood by the altar, beaming with just a small glimmer of confusion. Luigi could only smile and shrug in response as he continued his way down the aisle, Mario and Daisy walking closely on his heels. The two diverted once they reached the altar; Daisy went to stand by Peach, while Mario stood by DK and the other groomsmen. Kammy stood by the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony. The verdant groom stood in his place, anxiously fiddling with his tie. Everything was in place…

But where was Bowser?

They waited patiently for the other groom. Perhaps he was still getting ready; Luigi knew it took him some extra time to get ready, considering his size and his own personal preferences. Luigi couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he thought about his fiancé's grooming routine. He knew that Bowser would never settle for anything less than perfection, especially on such an important day.

As he waited, Luigi took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He had been looking forward to this day for months, and now that it was finally here, he couldn't believe how quickly the time had flown by. He glanced around at the other guests who were also waiting patiently for the ceremony to begin. Some were chatting quietly amongst themselves, while others were lost in their own thoughts. However, such lack of activity was not settling well with Luigi, whose anxiety was going through the roof as minutes ticked by.

One… 

Ten….

Forty-five minutes…

An hour passed and still nothing. Luigi glanced over his shoulder to look at Mario; he approached him and whispered something to him, but he could barely register it. The whole cathedral started shaking violently. Guests gasped and yelped. A loud roar tore through the peaceful calm. And just as quickly as it came, the tremor was gone. Luigi and Mario exchanged worried glances. They knew that something was not right. The shaking had been too intense to be a mere earthquake. And what was that roar? But they were stopped by the sound of the piano starting.

Everyone gathered themselves as best they could and stood up. A pair of Paratroopas nearby pulled open the door. Luigi reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief, promptly wiping away his nervous sweat. In came Junior, looking adorable in his little green suit.  Rosalina floated nearby, casting a faint celestial glow as she guided the little prince. Luigi couldn’t help but notice the outfit she wore; a white blouse with a navy blue skirt with silver lining. I made that… Wait! That’s why she was nearby! Bowser had already sent her an invite, he thought. That kooky koopa and his scheming. 

Junior arrived at the altar, giggling and holding the rings over his head, accidentally tipping them over; Rosalina discreetly pushed the pillow up, covering her mouth to muffled her laugh. Luigi smiled at him and signaled for them to get to their positions. With a dramatic flare, Wendy walked down the aisle and threw petals flowers into the air. The awaiting groom took a shaky breath, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw her in her red dress. It also meant the moment he’s been waiting for was looming closer. Wendy stopped by the altar, “You’re going to absolutely flip, Mama.” she said.

Luigi raised an eyebrow and before he could even ask what she meant, the princess walked away. He looked over at Mario again, who shrugged, not having a clue on what Wendy was referring to. His gaze quickly moved to Daisy; the empress responded to this by smirking. The sound of heavy footsteps caught his attention. He looked up and his jaw just dropped.

Gasps and whispers broke out through the wedding hall.

The photographers went into a frenzy.

And Luigi nearly crumbled to his knees. 

The King of the Darklands walked into the wedding hall, his father walking beside him. Bowser walked with grace, showing everyone present he was absolutely owning the white wedding dress he wore. His scarlet locks were styled in waves and neatly held back by a red veil. As he walked down the aisle, the guests couldn't help but stare in awe at the King's stunning appearance. Luigi took in as many details as he could possibly handle. His movements were unhindered by the lengthy skirt, indicating Bowser knew what he was doing. The dress complimented his physique and his scales beautifully; he even wore a pair of crystals hanging from gold around his horns, simulating earrings. 

Luigi felt a sense of admiration for Bowser's confidence and bold fashion choices. It was clear that his King had put a lot of thought and effort into his appearance, and it paid off in spades. He even held the bouquet of flowers and writhing baby Piranha plants with absolute ease. The guests whispered amongst themselves, marveling at the sight before them. It must certainly be shocking to see such a prominently masculine man in such a beautiful dress; however, Luigi wasn’t focused on that. He felt… like he knew why he was doing this and the events from a few weeks ago started to make sense; the epiphany caused a tear to spill.

He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief, but was stopped by a scaled hand wiping his face. The soft glove and rough scales indicative of its owner. Luigi looked up, meeting Bowser’s red eyes. He handed the deadly bouquet to Daisy, without looking away. The king gently cupped his face. "My deepest apologies for the delay, everybody," Bowser said in a surprisingly calm voice. "There was a slight problem with my dress today."

A collective sigh of relief broke through the silence. A deep rumbling laugh built in Bowser’s throat; he signaled everybody to sit down. Then, he took Luigi’s hands into his own. Kammy rubbed her hands together, “All right, let’s get this show started, dearies.” she whispered to herself. She waved open a book then cleared her throat. “Dearly beloved! Friends, allies of the Darklands, and others! We gather here today to witness the union of King Bowser Daemon Koopa and Duke Luigi Charlie Mario!”

Kamella started with a deep speech about the power of their marriage and what this brings for the New World. As the mage continued her speech, the guests looked on in awe. Bowser and Luigi stood in front of each other, holding hands and smiling at each other. It was a sight that many had never thought they would see - the King of the Darklands and the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom coming together in marriage. And with those words said, Kamella moved onto the next phase of the ceremony.

“Now, we move onto the vows; my king, you may go first.”

Bowser nodded, his tail swishing from side to side anxiously. He took a deep breath and looked into Luigi's eyes, feeling his heart swell with love. He had never imagined that he would find someone who could accept him for who he was, flaws and all. But Luigi had shown him that love was not about perfection, but about accepting each other's imperfections and growing together.

"My dearest Luigi," Bowser began, his voice trembling slightly. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You have brought light into my life where there was once darkness. You have shown me what it means to love unconditionally and to be loved in return."

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Luigi's smile and the tears glistening in his eyes.

"I promise to always be there for you, through thick and thin. In times of need, I’ll be by your side, to support you in your dreams and aspirations, and to stand by your side no matter what challenges we may face. And in battle, I vow to be your fury; if you feel your bravery has been stretched thin, I will not hesitate, not for a second, to lend you mine.”

Bowser said the rest of his vows with pride and ended them with a strong huff of smoke, fighting his tears back lest he ruin his daughter’s work on his makeup. Luigi squeezed his hands. The verdant groom smiled and began his own set of vows. “Bowser, since the moment we got together, I knew that you were the one for me. Your strength, your determination, and your fierce loyalty to those you love have always inspired me. And now, as I stand here before you, I vow to be your partner in all things.

“I promise to support you in your endeavors, to stand by your side through thick and thin, and to always be there for you when you need me. I will cherish you, respect you, and honor our commitment to each other for all time. Together we will face whatever challenges come our way, and we will emerge stronger and more united than ever before. Bowser, I love you with all my heart, and I am honored to be your husband."

A muffled wail marked Luigi’s end of his vows. The grooms turned to the side. Mario (who was biting down on his knuckle to muffle his cries) was trying to console a hysterical Kamek, who covered his beak with a handkerchief and apologized for his outburst. Kamella turned around and wiped her eyes before returning to her original position, “All right, dearies. Let’s get this over with; I don’t think our hearts can take this,” she said. Multiple, weepy guests agreed as they tried to wipe their tears. The two nodded and put their rings on. With a wave of her hand, the book closed and the podium disappeared. 

“By the power vested in me and with everyone present as witnesses, I declare you husbands!” she said, raising hands. “You may now kiss the Italian!”

“FINALLY!”

Luigi leaped into Bowser’s arms and wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled his king into a deep kiss. Bowser held onto him, refusing to ever let go, and spun in a circle. The guests leapt out of their seats, clapping and cheering. Mario couldn’t hold in any longer and started bawling his eyes out; Peach reached out and hugged him, gently patting his head. Kamella left her pot to console an even more happily crying Kamek. Even Daisy stood like a soldier with her arms crossed with a smile and tears on her face; there was not a single dry eye in sight. After a long moment, the two separated (only because they needed to breathe) and hugged each other. 

The new married couple walked down the aisle, Luigi sitting comfortably on his husband’s arm. As the grooms exited the wedding hall, so did their families and guests. 

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The reception was in full swing! The music was loud and upbeat, filling the room with energy. Guests were mingling and laughing, drinks in hand. The dance floor was packed with people showing off their best moves. The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, tempting everyone to indulge in the feast. The decorations were stunning, creating a festive atmosphere that added to the joyous mood of the occasion. It was clear that everyone was having a great time and enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Bowser and Luigi stood in the middle, swaying with the music, stealing a kiss every now and then. On occasion, a guest would stop by and congratulate them, wishing them nothing but the best in their marriage. The human leaned against his chest, “So this is the reason for the sudden interest in dresses.”

The Koopa King smirked. “I wanted to show you that you don’t have to be afraid. As long as you aren’t hurting anybody, you shouldn’t have to hide your form of expression.”

Luigi smiled up at Bowser, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. He had always been self-conscious about his love for fashion and dressing up, especially in front of others who might judge him. But being with Bowser made him feel safe and accepted. Maybe he has already been lending him some of his bravery since the very beginning. 

“Hey, you two!”

The kings turned around to the sound of Peach’s voice. The queen walked over to them, a puffy-eyed Mario held onto her arm; Daisy walked behind them with her hands on her head. The Toadstool queen beamed at them, “Look at you two! You’re practically glowing!” she said.

Bowser wrapped an arm around Luigi’s waist, purring and nuzzling into his curly hair. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”

“Feeling is mutual, tesoro.”

The crowd watched the two loving husbands, not caring about the public display of affection. Daisy leaned forward, “So, Bowsy, guess my lessons paid off~” she said with a smirk.

Peach looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you just think the muscle man over here just knows how to walk in a dress? I had to teach him, so he wouldn’t face plant on his own wedding day!”

“Hey!”

Daisy laughed and snorted. Rosalina bumped her hip against her side, “Daisy, play nice.”

“I am. Just reminding him of the princess who saved his tail,” replied Daisy. 

“Thank you for helping me, Daisy,” said Bowser with an eye roll. “And thank you for coming all this way, Rosalina.”

The celestial sorceress smiled. “I’d never miss my friends’ happiest day.”

The group continued talking and drinking, enjoying each other’s company. As the night wore on, the conversation became more animated and lively. They shared stories, jokes, and memories, laughing and teasing each other in equal measure. The drinks flowed freely, and they toasted to their friendship and the good times they had shared together. The festive mood seemed to last eternity. That is… until Luigi felt the air grow cold.

He grabbed Bowser’s arm in a deadly grip.

The king looked at him with a worried expression. He kneeled down, pushing the layers of fabric away. “Luigi? Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t you feel that?”

Bowser pulled him close, his eyes turned into slits and a growl built up in his throat as dark clouds formed overhead. Guests in their proximity looked around nervously. Suddenly phantom gates appeared, blocking the exits and the guards. Kremlings jumped out of the bushes, brandishing all sorts of weaponry, laughing and snapping their claws to elicit fear. The Koopa king pulled his husband closer, “EVERYONE GET BACK!”

Cold malevolent laughter cut through the panic and confusion. 

King Boo materialized in the center of the area, cackling like no tomorrow. Luigi started to tremble at the sight of his formerly imprisoned enemy. Bowser growled, “What the fuck are you doing here, Boo?”

The ghostly ruler smirked and floated towards a table, chuckling as a set of Toads ran away from him. He grabbed a glass of wine and swirled it around, “Oh~ I’ve just come to congratulate you both. Your love is just like a fairy tail! Two souls going against the current to be together~ How sweet…” then his expression soured. “Too bad I was too busy trapped in a mansion to witness the ceremony.”

Luigi flinched at the sound of his words, but then glared at him. He gently pushed away Bowser, “Like I’d invite you.”

King Boo choked on his wine, then started laughing even more, apparently finding Luigi’s defense humorous. Bowser growled and stepped forward but a gunshot stopped him. One of the phantom gates opened and in walked a familiar yet unwanted guest. King Rool stomped through, holding the musket on his shoulders. “Yo, KB! Why don’t you just sit back and relax? I got this!”

The reptilian king slapped his belly and laughed, then readied his weapon. People screamed and made a run for the exit but the armed kremlings stopped them. Rool looked at the guests, smiling and enjoying the fear in their eyes… Until he saw the bride. Or well, the groom wearing a bride’s dress. His jaw dropped and so did his musket, “B-Bowser?”

The Koopa King’s eyes narrowed. “Krusha?”

Rool dropped his gun. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“THIS IS MY WEDDING, YOU DIPSHIT!”

The gears seemed to be turning in Rool’s head. King Boo raised an eyebrow, “Hehe. It seems you two know each other.”

Rool turned to him and snarled. “BOO, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THIS WAS MY EX’S WEDDING!”

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One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone turned to look at Bowser, who closed his eyes and turned his head away. DK muscled his way through the crowd. He put a hand on Bowser’s shoulder, “I’m sorry. What did you call him?”

Bowser snorted smoke. “What? That’s his name. Krusha K. Rool.”

“You two used to date?!” piped Daisy.

“Listen! My taste in men got way better!” Bowser said defensively and picking Luigi up.

A glass breaking disrupted their conversation. Boo floated upwards, looking rather peeved at being ignored. His crown glowed violently, “I don’t care about this! Rool, we have a deal!”

Rool adjusted his own crown. “Oh, yeah? Well, you can stick that deal where that purple light of yours don’t shine!” he hissed. “What kinda asshole do you think I am? I never would have agreed to this if I’d known this was Bowser’s wedding.”

DK raised an eyebrow, “You’re perfectly okay with starving an entire nation for hostile takeover, but draw the line at crashing your ex’s wedding?”

“You shut up and stay outta this.”

Thunder rumbled overhead. The two arguing kings looked at the source; Luigi stood by Bowser’s side, eyes glowing a vibrant blue. The Koopa King exhaled flames and took off his veil and horn decorations, “Hey, Peaches. Hold these.”

“Yep.”

Rool and King nervously backed away as the angry husbands plus their wedding party approached them. It was a mistake to come here, on this day. Boo wished he’d stayed at the mansion and Krusha wished he had never left Crocodile Isle…

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Bowser plopped onto the bed, letting out a yawning roar; Luigi plopped right next to him. After giving Krusha a first-hand lesson in the powers of electricity and sending Boo running back to the Underwhere, the two resumed their wedding festivities like nothing happened. Bowser threw the bouquet (Rosalina caught it to everyone’s shock considering how determined Birdette and Daisy were) and they got to cut their cake (the koopalings were coming down from their sugar highs in their hotel rooms). And so, the husbands finally had time for themselves.

The beastly king slowly stood up, “I’m way too tired for anything tonight.”

Luigi let out a muffled reply. Bowser reached behind him, struggling to reach his dress’ zipped. His husband raised his head, “Need help?” he asked.

“Yes, please. The dress hype is officially gone-so.”

The new King chuckled and stood up; Bowser turned around, exposing his back to him. Luigi quickly unzipped the dress, and just as quickly his husband wiggled out of it. The human laughed at his husband’s actions and took off the stuffy tuxedo. He yawned, feeling the exhaustion of the day catching up to him. Bowser shuffled onto the pillows, “Come here, I’ve got enough energy for a tiddy hug.” 

“Yippe!” 

In a less than graceful way, Luigi jumped into his outstretched arms and burrowed his face into his pectorals. Bowser laughed and began to purr, enjoying his husband’s warmth. Luigi couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his lack of grace, but Bowser's warm embrace made him forget all about it. He felt safe and loved in his husband's arms, and he knew that nothing could harm him as long as Bowser was there to protect him.

As they laid there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, Luigi couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have found someone like Bowser. Despite their differences, they had managed to build a life together filled with love and happiness.

And as Bowser continued to purr contentedly, Luigi knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling of warmth and safety for the rest of his life. He made a silent promise to himself to always cherish Bowser and their relationship. He knew that there would be challenges ahead, but he was willing to face them as long as they were together. With a smile on his face, Luigi hugged Bowser tighter, feeling grateful for the love that they shared.

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