chiikawa died for your sins . i write some satire fics and some srs fics. sometimes a mix of both..its like not knowing if yr getting a toot or a turd..
Biggie x branch smut ! mdni ♡ this is as a memorial for him..he would've wanted this.
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The bunker lights stayed low, soft blue glow from the emergency strips lining the walls. Biggie had shown up after movie night in Pop Village, saying he needed to borrow a book from Branch's shelf, but they both knew it was just an excuse. The heavy door sealed behind him with a soft click.
Branch leaned against his workbench, arms folded, trying to play it cool. "You didn't bring anything to carry a book in."
Biggie stepped closer, his big smile slow and warm. "Didn't need one. Came for something way better than a book."
Branch's ears twitched. Heat crept up his neck. "Biggie."
Biggie lifted one huge hand, cupping Branch's cheek, thumb stroking gently over gray-blue skin. "You really gonna keep acting like you don't want this?"
Branch swallowed hard. "I don't act."
"Then stop wasting time." Biggie leaned down, pressing a kiss to Branch's forehead, then his temple, then finally his lips. It started gentle, careful the way Biggie always was with him, but Branch had no patience left tonight.
He fisted the front of Biggie's vest and pulled him in hard. Their mouths met rough, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Biggie let out a deep rumble of a groan that vibrated through both their chests. His hands dropped to Branch's waist, lifting him onto the workbench like he weighed nothing.
Branch's legs spread on instinct, hooking around Biggie's hips. He could feel Biggie's cock already thick and heavy pressing against his thigh through their clothes. "Been thinking about you all day," Branch muttered into the kiss. "Couldn't focus on anything else."
Biggie nipped at his neck. "Same. Kept picturing you right here, spread out for me."
He yanked Branch's shirt up and off in one quick motion. Branch shivered in the cool air, but Biggie's mouth was already on him, hot open kisses trailing down his chest. When Biggie's tongue circled a nipple, Branch arched with a sharp gasp.
"Biggie."
"Quiet now. Let me take care of you." Biggie sank to his knees between Branch's thighs, big hands sliding up the insides of them. He tugged Branch's pants down slow, freeing his cock. It stood hard against his stomach, tip already glistening.
Biggie looked up, eyes dark. "So pretty like this, Branch."
Branch's face burned. "Shut up and do something about it."
Biggie grinned. He leaned in and licked a slow wet line from base to tip. Branch's hips jerked forward. Biggie wrapped his lips around the head, sucking soft, tongue swirling. Branch's fingers buried in Biggie's fur, gripping tight.
"More. Deeper."
Biggie took him in fully, nose brushing Branch's stomach. Branch moaned loud, head thumping back against the wall. Biggie moved slow at first, then faster, cheeks hollowed, one hand stroking the base in time.
Branch trembled, thighs shaking around Biggie's broad shoulders. "Gonna come if you keep that up."
Biggie pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny. "Not yet, baby."
He stood, stripping off his own clothes fast. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark. Branch stared, throat dry. Biggie stepped back between his legs, lifting Branch's hips so his ass hung right at the edge.
"Lube?" Biggie asked, voice rough.
Branch jerked his head toward a drawer. Biggie found it quick, slicking his thick fingers generously. He kissed Branch deep while one finger circled his entrance, then pressed inside slow.
Branch hissed, then moaned when Biggie curled it just right, hitting that spot. "There. Fuck, right there."
Biggie added another finger, stretching him careful and thorough. Branch rocked down onto his hand, panting. "Enough. Want you inside me now."
Biggie pulled out, slicked his cock, and lined up. "Breathe for me, Branch."
Branch exhaled shaky. Biggie pushed in slow, steady, letting him feel every inch. When he bottomed out, hips pressed flush, they both groaned long and low.
"So tight," Biggie whispered. "Feels so good."
Branch wrapped his arms around Biggie's neck. "Move. Please."
Biggie started with long, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The workbench creaked under them. Branch clawed at Biggie's back, urging him faster. Biggie gave it to him, pace picking up, hips snapping hard.
Skin slapped skin loud in the quiet bunker. Branch's cock dragged against Biggie's stomach with every thrust, slick and aching. Biggie reached down, wrapping a huge hand around him, stroking firm and fast.
"Biggie, I'm close."
"Come for me," Biggie growled against his ear. "Let me feel you squeeze around me."
Branch came hard with a broken cry, spilling over Biggie's fist and both their stomachs. His walls clenched tight, milking Biggie until he buried himself deep and came with a shuddering groan, filling Branch up.
They stayed joined for long moments, breathing ragged. Biggie kissed Branch's sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his mouth soft now.
"Love you," Biggie murmured.
Branch smiled, small and real. "Love you too, big guy."
Biggie eased out gentle, cleaned them both with a soft cloth from the drawer. Then he scooped Branch up, carrying him to the bed nook like he was something precious.
They curled under the blanket, Branch tucked against Biggie's wide chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
Outside the bunker the village slept quiet. Inside it was just them, warm and tangled, no more walls between them, only this steady heat and the safety of each other.
The rain fell hard against the warehouse roof the night Hyunjin noticed you touching your stomach. He had always been careful and cold but that look in your eyes changed something. Two weeks later the test showed two lines. You carried his child.
In the beginning he acted almost gentle. He brought you to the tall house behind black iron gates where armed men stood watch. He ordered cribs and little outfits in black and gold. He talked about legacy and unbreakable blood. You started to hope the kindness would stay.
It vanished fast.
The first hit came after a deal soured. You asked about the strange perfume on his collar. "Why do you smell like someone else?" you said quietly.
His palm struck before any excuse formed. "Don't question me!" he snapped.
The next time he gripped your wrist until the skin turned deep purple. By the last months of pregnancy you stopped speaking when his tone changed. You kept your gaze low. The baby kicked strongest whenever Hyunjin's shadow crossed the room as if it already understood danger.
Labor hit at sunrise on a Tuesday. You were alone when the sharp pain started. The driver raced you to the private clinic but your water broke on the back seat and Hyunjin was still delayed handling unfinished work. Doctors hurried. Things went wrong quickly. Heavy bleeding dangerous separation of the placenta falling vitals. They wheeled you to surgery while Hyunjin waited outside in his stained shirt with no tie.
He could not enter the operating room.
The boy arrived at four seventeen in the morning. Six pounds two ounces. Thick dark hair already. He cried loud and strong.
Hyunjin watched through the nursery glass at the small form in the clear crib. A nurse approached with the paperwork. Hospital rules demanded a name before any discharge could move forward even while the mother remained under sedation.
"What name would you like for the birth certificate?" the nurse asked.
"Billy Bob" he said.
The nurse paused. "Sir?"
"Billy Bob," he repeated. "Write it."
She wrote it.
You opened your eyes seven hours later in the recovery room. Your throat burned from the breathing tube and fresh stitches pulled across your stomach. Another nurse carried the infant to you. You studied the tiny face your nose his eyes and you breathed the name you had chosen months ago. "Min-ho," you whispered. "My little Min-ho."
The bassinet tag read Billy Bob Hwang.
You tried to protest. "That's not his name. We agreed on Min-ho."
The nurse offered only a polite nod. "The father already signed everything. It's official and final."
Hyunjin entered later carrying the scent of smoke and sharp cologne. He bent to kiss your forehead as though the past never happened.
"Strong name," he said. "Billy Bob. It sticks. Kids will fear it before they learn the letters."
You stayed silent and held the baby closer.
Discharge came as the sun dropped low. You sat in the wheelchair with Billy Bob warm against your chest while Hyunjin finished the last signatures. Two dark SUVs idled at the entrance. Guards stood close. Normal procedure. Secure.
He pushed the chair himself a small act he had never done before. Halfway across the wide crosswalk he paused to tuck the blanket higher over the baby's face.
The first gunshot split the air.
Hyunjin's body snapped forward then back. Red spread fast across his white shirt. He reached for the pistol at his hip but the next bullet struck beneath his jaw and he fell hard.
Shouts erupted. Engines screamed. His men fired back shattering windows and chewing concrete. Rough hands pulled your wheelchair away while others lifted the carrier from your arms. You fought clawing and calling out but the pain from your incision doubled you over.
They shoved you into the second vehicle. Doors banged shut. The SUV surged forward.
In the side mirror Hyunjin's form lay motionless in the street with rain mixing dark around him.
The old consigliere sat beside you scarred face calm. Billy Bob wailed against his shoulder.
"By the family rules," he said quietly "the heir takes the throne the instant the king dies. No delay."
You stared. "He's three days old.." you whispered.
The man gave one slow nod. "Blood decides. The city already knows."
They drove through the night. You cradled your son your Billy Bob while streetlights streaked past the dark glass. Somewhere in the shadows messages flew. Borders shifted. Debts collected. Loyalty tested.
A newborn king ruled now.
And you remained the only one who still carried the name he should have worn.
No warnings! Angst ! + i made Bowser an Italian who migrated away so his accent isn't as strong.
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In the Mushroom Kingdom, Luigi had always lived in his brother's shadow. Mario was the big hero, the one who jumped first and asked questions later. Luigi loved him with all his heart, but lately that love felt heavy with pain that would not go away.
It started with little comments. One evening while they ate pasta, Mario slapped Luigi on the back and said, "Eh, Luigi, you gotta act like a real Italian man, capisce? No funny business with the boys, eh? Mama mia, what would-a people say?"
Luigi forced a smile, but inside it hurt. Then came the day Luigi tried to open up. They sat on the porch after a long adventure. Luigi took a deep breath. "Mario...I gotta tell you somethin'. I'm-a gay. I like-a guys. I've known for a long time, bro."
Mario's face went stiff. His mustache twitched like it was angry. "Wha-? Luigi, no no no! That's-a not right! We are Mario Brothers! Heroes! We save-a the princess, we fight-a Bowser, we don't-a do that kinda thing! You gotta keep it quiet, eh? For the family! For the kingdom! Mama mia, don't-a make me say it again."
Luigi felt his eyes burn. "But Mario... it's-a who I am. Why can't-a you accept me? I'm-a still your brother!"
Mario stood up fast, knocking over his chair. "Because it ain't normal, Luigi! People look up to us! You wanna ruin everything? Just... just stop-a talkin' about it!" He stormed inside, slamming the door.
Luigi sat there alone, rain starting to fall. His green hat drooped as tears mixed with the drops. He could not stay. He ran, overalls soaking, past the pipes and fields until he reached the rocky edge near Bowser's domain. No one came here. No one judged.
Bowser spotted him first, sitting on a charred boulder with his head in his hands. The big koopa lumbered over. "Eh? Green plumber? You look-a like somebody stomped your heart flat. What's-a the matter, kid?"
Luigi sniffled. "Mario... he don't accept me. He says I'm-a wrong for likin' guys. Tells me to hide it. I feel so...alone."
Bowser sat down with a thud that shook pebbles loose. His voice dropped low, almost gentle for a fire-breathing king. "Your brother? Pfft. He's-a got his head stuck in the old ways. Thinks everything gotta be perfect hero story. Me? I don't-a care who you love, long as you ain't hurtin' nobody. You wanna be with a guy? Go for it. Makes you honest. That's-a more brave than jumpin' on my head any day."
Luigi looked up, surprised. "You really mean that, Bowser?"
Bowser gave a toothy grin, smoke curling from his nostrils. "Yeah, I do. And if Mario keeps givin' you grief, you tell him the King of Koopas got your back. He'll-a hate that. But tough-a luck. You deserve people who see you and say 'that's-a my friend.'"
They sat as the rain eased. Luigi felt the tight knot in his chest start to loosen. He still loved Mario, still hoped one day his brother would understand. But for now, he had someone who accepted him without conditions.
Later that night, Luigi slipped back home. Mario was waiting in the kitchen, staring at two cold plates of spaghetti. He looked smaller somehow.
"Luigi..." Mario started, voice thick. "I... I was-a wrong. I got scared. The kingdom, the fans, everything. But you're-a my little brother. I don't-a wanna lose you over this. Can you... forgive me? I still gotta learn, but I want-a try. I love you, bro. No matter what."
Luigi's eyes filled again, but this time with relief. He stepped forward. "I love you too, Mario. Always."
They hugged tight, like when they were kids. It was not perfect yet. There would be more talks, more growing. But it was a start.
And somewhere in the distance, Bowser smiled to himself, knowing the green guy finally had room to breathe.
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