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hausofmamadas · 8 months

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SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

#narcos #griselda #amado carrillo fuentes #dario sepulveda #pacho herrera #two unnamed FUCKIN HEROES #griselda netflix #narcos netflix #netflix narcos #no forreal I tried to IMDb the names of their characters #and neither of them have ACTUAL NAMES #the flagrant disrespect #ain’t no justice for these flop house warriors I mean #respect your sex workers guys #griselda blanco #original gifs #my gifs

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂

↬ 💋 "You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

Napoleon Bonaparte x Main Character • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless • wordcount: 3,831 • masterlist

a/n: Today marks FOUR years since I love this man......Enjoy🙇🏻‍♀️

"Who kisses the other more?"

"Easy. That would definitely be me-"

"It's me."

Napoleon and MC cross their gazes, lips still parted in mutual interruption. Napoleon raises a brow, quick to defend his bold statement. "Nunuche, I love you, but no."

"Excuse me?? I'm kissing you every chance I get! And you know that!"

"Nunuche." He puts a hand over hers, insisting overconfidently. "Need I remind you of what I'm infamous for, in this mansion? They even go as far as call as to me a kissaholic, yet you still…"

"That's nothing! You might have your kiss attacks in the mornings, but I'm out there giving you full-course meals of smooches all throughout the day! Are you seriously going to argue with me about this right now?"

Vincent awkwardly sinks into his seat, lowering his face into the 101 Questions For Couples book that he picked up as an anniversary present for Napoleon and MC. He is starting to regret his choice, as he never as much as imagined these two to be the type to argue over anything at all. And now they're having a couple's argument over this. It's somehow fitting and, frankly, it's even adorable, but all he wants right now is to restore the peace between the two… but how does he do that?

Out of nowhere, (as per usual) comes Sebastian, who might have listened in. Before Vincent can wave his arms at him to signal SOS, the couple figures out by themselves how to get help from the poor butler.

Napoleon and MC turn in his direction, putting an abrupt end to what only looked like them about grab each other's collars (were they going to fight, or kiss?! ) only to shout at Sebastian, almost in one voice:

"Sebas! Which one of us do you think kisses the other more?"

Sebastian stands up stoic and serious, visibly considering their question with utmost diligence. They've given him too much power in the debate and he has to use it wisely.

His hand travels up to rest under his chin, as if deep in thought. His fingers ghost over his lips which are curling up in a smile. Could it be that he's recalling an event that would help him with his decision?

"I'd say… Monsieur Napoleon. He is the person I have more record of seeing initiating a kiss, MC."

Napoleon is busy putting his hands on his hips triumphally as MC simply stands there and gasps, taking in a gigantic portion of pure betrayal… coming from her dear co-worker of all people, nonetheless.

"That's- That's only because I keep my love in private! What's wrong with that?"

"Absolutely nothing, MC. Forgive me but even without this data, Monsieur Napoleon strikes me as the person who'd kiss you more, rather than the other way around. He is a warm and loving person who wants to remind his partner of his feelings regularly. Physical touch is his second love language. Those are my observations."

What should have been an attempt to put out MC's burning rage seems a lot more like flattery towards the man he idolizes instead. Having had enough, MC gets up in a rush, clearly headed for the door. Seeing that Napoleon is not following behind, she turns on her heel, crosses the room back to his side, grabs him by the sleeve until he's got no choice but to follow, and spells it out for him.

"We're going. To our room."

Before anyone has a chance to say anything, Napoleon is snatched away with the loud thud of a closing door echoing behind him.

Vincent closes 101 Questions For Couples shut and shakily puts it down on the tea table as if it's a cursed relic bound to bring despair. He frowns at Sebastian.

"What do you think will happen now?"

Sebastian nods with eyes at rest, as if the answer is clear as a day.

"It's obvious, Master Vincent. They are going to kiss and make up."

Napoleon knows things are about to get serious when he hears MC locking their bedroom door from the inside. Uh oh. He decides for now it's best to cross his arms and patiently wait until MC decides to approach him and address her grudges. And preferably, to remove that smirk from his face. It's a little hard when he finds her cute when mad. And what is she doing now? She seems to be tying her hair back in a slick ponytail. Someone's getting hot, perhaps. Should he be scared, or should he be aroused? The limited time to ponder is already over as she finally turns around to face him. Her angry glare is turning him on. He is not sure how to fight her with a hard-on.

"Hey…"

"Hey." MC returns the pointless greeting, doing a good job of keeping her unwavering cold expression. She surely doesn't plan on simply standing there attacking him with that dagger-shooting glare alone. Only a breather more and she steps in closer; reaches out to him.

Napoleon stands still, unsure of what to expect. He's got an idea or two about his own next move but he first wants to see hers first. Jade orbs travel down to follow the movements of her hands as she begins to tug at his clothes.

One by one, the buttons of his white shirt come undone under her gentle hands. She is taking her sweet time, undressing him slowly, agonizingly so. It's as soothing as when she helps him change for bed when he's sick. Something tells him he's not getting all tucked in and cozy this time.

"Do you need help with that, Nunuche?"

"Ferme-la."

That's a harsh way of telling him to shut up. But he's guilty of using the same words when he's annoyingly nudged awake in the morning sometimes; he can't help it. He does shut up.

MC makes sure to not leave a single clothed spot on his entire toned body, making him feel exposed and watched by her sharp gaze. After awhile, the silence is at last broken by her.

"Now."

Now? Napoleon almost asks aloud, curious to see how she'd shut him up this time. He hopes his boner is not getting any more obvious because of this.

He expect her to come closer, because where else she could be going right now? But instead, she takes a step back, looks at him from head to toe, and then goes to her dressing table. Napoleon shivers. Is she going to fetch some sort of torture device from there? Could it be that his innocent Nunuche is finally turning to the dark side because he crossed the line teasing her?

Oh, it's just lipstick. She hoovers over the dressing table to look into the mirror and applies it precisely; just as if she's getting ready for a nice date out. Napoleon is dumbstruck and wants to jokingly ask if that's for getting her dominatrix persona on, but remains silent. He is not left hanging for much longer as soon MC pockets her lipstick and giddily returns in front of Napoleon.

"Can I at least lay down?"

"No~ You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

So that's indeed where things are going. Napoleon gulps down, holding back a sigh fueled by the frustration of finding himself uncharacteristically not in control. He tries to put two and two together, finding a connection between MC's blood-red lips and the fact that she's got him all stripped down like an empty canvas.

She gets on her tippy toes and puts a hand on the wall behind him to steady herself before kissing him gently on the lips. Napoleon wishes with his whole being to return the kiss and transform it into something less innocent, but the chance slips out of his grasp as MC withdraws too soon. Ducking down for another smooch attack, this time she aims at his cheek. It reminds him of being greeted back from work, so pure and warming. Another two or three kisses are pressed against his other side and he feels giddy, imagining what he looks like with so much lipstick smeared on him, like a little kid on his birthday when it's the aunt's turn to give a present. It's ridiculous, everything that is happening right now, but more ridiculously so he enjoys it and doesn't question a thing. That’s the far opposite of a punishment, though. The next kiss lands lower, on his nape, and MC uses her hand to tip his chin upwards so she can place one right under his jaw. Next, she pays more attention to his neck, making a row of kisses down his collarbone. She knows he is ticklish here but that only encourages her more for this impromptu torture.

It doesn't get any better for Napoleon once those devilish lips find their way down from his collarbones. Nothing could've prepared him for the contrastingly bold gesture of suddenly having his nipples playfully pinched and pulled. It comes nonetheless, making him grunt out a moan of surprise. As if apologizing for getting too naughty, MC kisses them better, leaving two identical lipstick prints around his areolas. Napoleon gazes down at her, bewildered, as she slowly sinks lower, kissing her way there as well. Her hands map the familiar area of his abs, replacing the feather-light caress of her fingers with the one of her lips time and time again. Excitement pools in Napoleon's loins as the woman in front of him finds herself fully on her knees, having reached his most sensitive place with her lips in the meantime. His fists clench and unclench with the absence of anything to grasp into and his neglected cock twitches with anticipation.

"Has the color come off already?"

Ah, she refers to her lips that are indeed a much paler shade of red already. The sudden distraction breaks his expectations in million pieces as he just nods tepidly. MC casually sits back on her heels as she reaches inside her pocket to fish out the lipstick.

Napoleon tries to steady his heartbeat, watching her apply it anew on her beautiful lips, kiss-swollen to perfection and just so fuckable, but that's his cock doing the thinking instead of him. Hence the need to calm his pulse. She takes her time in order to be careful, and truly, without the aid of a mirror, perfectly fills them in with the red color; if he knows anything about that. He clicks his tongue, realizing where all this red is going.

"Down there, too?"

"Oh, yes." She clicks the cap back on and discards the cosmetic product to roll off somewhere on the floor for now. "Especially down there."

You're driving me crazy, Napoleon thinks, and if he has to be honest with himself, he is not so sure of however much longer he would be able to limit himself to thoughts alone. Perhaps his Nunuche underestimates the situation. More and more small grunts leave his lips as MC puts imprints of the newly applied lipstick on his fair untanned skin, dangerously close to his cock but missing it on purpose. The red marks bloom on his hipbones and the inside of his tights, it feels like forever before she finally does what he was hoping for most. Wrapping her delicate hand around his stiff length, a kiss appears on the side of it, too; right over a thick vein that runs there. The most frustrating of it all has to be the fact that she does none of it all with the intention of giving him pleasure. Not that her plan is much more innocent, as she particularly marks him as hers all over, in her own way.

He is able to, at last, enjoy her mouth for one short but rewarding moment as she parts her lips and takes the tip in between, swirling her tongue around it. Perhaps not wishing to ruin her make-up with such activity, she lets go in shortly, noticing how he twitches eagerly in her hand. She keeps his cock there, stroking the base slowly as she busies herself with additional kisses on the length of his tights, knees and however much lower her position would allow.

She stands to her feet and the curtain falls. Hands on her hips, like a craftsman admiring his handiwork. Her eyes travel to chase over trails of dusty red roses blooming all over Napoleon's body, but as they finally return to his face, the expression doesn't match her own, not one in a bit. He looks out of breath as if each of those kisses were received by his mouth instead, face flushed and hair sticking wetly to his face.

"Do you like what you've made of me, Nunuche?" Snorts Napoleon, wondering if she is proud of herself for her little game and the effects it had on him.

"Mhmm! I love it."

MC claps her hands together, visibly admiring his body again to rub it in his face just how much she means it when she says she loves it. She gets closer again, lifting up his limp right hand and placing kisses against his wrist, just a little spot she missed.

"I'm almost not mad at you anymore, Napoleon. You look thoroughly kissed, and everyone who gets a look at you would know that it's me who kisses you more… and not the other way around."

"So this is what your little plan was about, hmm?" Napoleon forcibly releases his right hand from her grasp and uses it to collect her chin instead, squeezing her cheeks firmly. "You said almost not mad. What's the price I have to pay for your full forgiveness?"

MC begins playing coy with a little hum rumbling in her throat, and Napoleon releases his hold so she can give the reply she comes with. She decides on putting on her commanding tone one last time, having decided on her answer.

"Fuck me nice and we're good."

"Yeah." Putting the overdue end to her naughty ministrations by makeshiftly handcuffing her wrists with his much stronger hands, Napoleon's gaze pins her down. "Yeah, that's what I was intending to do."

Napoleon suspects that he hardly needs to throw her on the bed himself, as something tells him she'd straightly jump there if he were to let her go now. One way or another, she is soon to find herself pinned under his large frame, inhaling nothing but his scent on the pillow as he envelops her smaller body with his own from behind. He spreads her legs at a favorable angle, barely having the mind to make sure she is comfortable before grabbing into his cock and guiding it towards her sopping wet hole. He grunts and grabs her by the waist, dragging her further down the bed to ensure they're as close as possible, and watches her arching her bottom in anticipation.

Napoleon rubs his blunt head into her swollen lower lips, teasingly. He collects her wetness until the glide is smooth and rewarding, but makes sure it's not too pleasurable for her just yet. He aims at her dripping hole and guides his cock there slowly, enjoying the way she clenches desperately around him as if to pull him further in.

As he withdraws, familiar whines of dissatisfaction reach his ears. Despite the person he knows himself to be, being unfair once in a while feels just right. Especially after what she did to him earlier.

MC curls one leg around his own, trying to make him get the hint and hurry up, and Napoleon's eyes darken with lust at her desperation.

"Shh, ma chérie, I've got you." He fails to hold in a chuckle of endearment, heart swelling with pride at how easily he drives her crazy for what only he could give her. "I've got you, is this what you wanted?"

He gradually pushes in, stretching out her insides with his girthy length that never ceases to be just a little too big for her.

"Oohh! Yes, yes, give it all to me… Napoleon… don't make me wait any longer…"

"Hmm? Can you take it all in?" He strokes over the small of her back, admiring the beautiful arch of her back; the way she presents herself so willingly to him, making it that much easier to ignore the part of his brain that wants revenge for the part of it that wants raw pleasure.

"Y-yes, please, more, please…"

Slowly, he bottoms out. Letting out a satisfactory moan of his own, he didn’t until now realize how much self-control it cost him to keep his gentleness. That and, with being previously stimulated to a certain dangerous degree, he wants to throw away any plans of taking it nice and slow from now on. Screw revenge. He gives one long look at the place they're connected again, admiring how much of him has disappeared inside her hot tightness, and then grunts again, readjusting his position.

He drapes his body over his lover's, chest to her back, using the opportunity of being close enough to whisper in her ear. Each word he utters this way is making her clench deep inside, and he makes the best out of it, feeling utterly satisfied with himself but remembering to keep the grin out of his tone.

"I'm going to move now." He breathes in and then out, "I'll try to go at it slowly because it looks like you need to cool down, but…"

"No…" a sharp inhale, "No, give it your best." She shifts her body a little, rocking her bottom on his cock as if to demonstrate the intensity of her wish. "Fuck me for your pleasure."

Napoleon chuckles darkly, pecking her arm with wetted lips and collecting her wrists again into his iron grip.

"How am I supposed to do that when you're already rutting against me so selfishly? You're trying to get me to set the pace that you need. Look at you fucking yourself against me."

"Nnh-"

"Yeah? Do you want me to let you keep going? Can you cum like that?"

Instead of wanting to keep going or not, a more fitting question would be whether she could retain herself from it. The pulse in her ears is maddening as she chases after her high, the tip of Napoleon's cock rubbing against her sweet spot and MC making sure she is maintaining the angle all the way. Soon enough, without having the time to warn him, she shouts into the pillows and rocks her body repeatedly, using his cock like a sex toy, convulsing harshly around it. Napoleon groans, bucking slightly back into her and enjoying the sight, the feeling of her coming undone in his arms coupled with the heavenly tightness wrapping around his cock. He presses kisses into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo; then pressing more kisses into to whichever part of her he could reach, until she comes down from her high. He almost considers her calmed down before another set of whines leaves her mouth.

"Already?" Napoleon teases. He gives an experimental thrust, knowing not to overwhelm her senses.

"Mmm, more, more!"

That's a nice reaction, he thinks to himself as he thrusts again, slowly gaining speed. He wants nothing more than to fuck her breathless at last, reducing her to a moaning mess beneath him. He could mockingly refer back to the thought that it all started with her having the upper hand, but maybe later. Though it's intriguing to imagine another scenario, of how this should've played out - with him tied to the bedframe and his hips straddled as she rides him to her satisfaction. He would be a rotten liar if he says he isn't interested in seeing it come true. But oh how much better victory tastes. There is a good reason she didn't go all the way, and that's because she wanted to be fucked raw and fast instead. But since she has his heart - she's been having it for a long time now - more than playing with power he wants to simply satisfy her and quench her thirst for him. He knows that no amount of true dominance would feel as good to her as to simply have him buried deep to the hilt inside her, moaning his pleasure into her ears as he spills his seed against her deepest parts. It's because he feels the same way.

"Do you still want me to keep going? Fast and deep like that? You're going to make me want to fill you up."

"Ahhhh, yes, Napoleon, Napoleon do it, please, fill me up with your cum, please."

He thrusts hard and noisily into her wet heat, feeling his release building up by her cute pleas alone. In addition, she feels incredibly hot and tight around him, coaxing his release as he tries to maintain a steady pace.

Enclosing her arms with his own muscular ones and holding a vice-like grip on her wrists, he lets himself go.

The burning sensation of Napoleon hitting her deepest, most sacred part is slightly painful, but in a very good way. She feels so full. The sheer thought of him giving into his desire and claiming her like this is enough to send her spiraling into pleasure, but the feeling of his hot cum rushing into her depths is mind-shuddering on its own. She doesn’t realize there are tears rolling down her cheeks. Rutting away the rest of his high into her hips, smacking the sweat-lined skin of her ass, he moans her name, letting himself be milked from every last drop as she keeps convulsing and following him into the throes of release in high-pithed, pleading shrieks that morph into downright pornographic moans. Their legs tangle together, maintaining the gradually dying down friction until their senses start to calm down.

Napoleon can feel the slowly cooling layer of sweat covering the skin of his back, though he still feels very hot; the humid summer air demandingly asserting his presence. He carefully rolls off MC, making sure she is getting enough air to breathe. He almost pouts in realization, I'm always the one doing all the work yet she is panting harder. Pleasure still rocks all over him, and his heart beats lovingly at the feeling of MC curling into his chest even when she must be feeling hot.

They stay like this for a moment, catching their breath, hands wandering each other's bodies, and sending muted fireworks of pleasure aftershocks everywhere they touch. It could either be that he is ticklish, or the endorphins kicking in, but soft giggles escape Napoleon's lips and pour right into hers, infecting her along the way. It's a very clumsy kiss, but it gets Napoleon an idea.

"I still think I can turn the score around. Let's see who leaves this room more thoroughly kissed or whatever."

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macoto17 · 4 months

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URGENT APPEAL ❗️ Donations Needed❗️

Six families from Gaza have personally reached out to me since last month out of desperation and asked me if I can help them share their PayPal/GoFundMe links around to get donations.

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Ali Al Ashi & Family

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He sent me a few short videos and some pictures, and I edited a short video for him for socmed.

Ali (on the right) with his son, Hassan (on the left).

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This is Hassan, he was cooking the flat breads for his family and community. They are living in tents, on sand.

6. Mohammed Jihad & Family

May you all be blessed in folds for your deeds.

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pendragaryen · 9 months

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Happy new year my dear friends, mutuals and followers! Tons of health (health indeed is everything!) luck and love! May everything that you're wishing for come true!

Please, dear 2024, be a little kinder and a little happier to/for all of us.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🕯🍀✊🏻🧡 I beg of you. Please🙇🏻‍♀️ What I am able to contribute, I try to give/do. Please give me the strength for that. I hope so much for better, lighter days ahead for my family. And for myself, so that I could regain my happier mindspace.

But most and for all - I know I repeat myself - let us all stay healthy or help to recover soon! Both in body and in mind. ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻🍀🍀🍀

Let's go, guys! And let's hope for the best! Hope also is everything, right?

Have a great day, dearies! Love you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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#new year #happy new year #new year wishes #new year 2024 #the 100 fandom #the fam #sunflowerkru #bellarke fandom #bellarke fam #my edit #mutuals #friends #followers

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unluckywisher · 3 months

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dear sensei, i hope you’ve had a wonderful day <3 <3

your works are so good, esp the ones about Sylus that you uploaded recently TvT, my brain is literally rotting atm ajfhciuqefao... so i was just wondering if you can give me the permission to translate those into vietnamese for vietnamese readers to read, since most of us use facebook only and some are not confident in their english. i promise to give you all credits and make sure to include the link to original post!! this is for non commercial purposes as well!! i purely just want to share this amazing piece to those who love LAD.

however if you are not comfy with that, it’s completely fine too! i respect that.

i will continue to support you in the future and awaiting for more incredible works~ 🙇🏻‍♀️

sincerely yours,

sienna

Oooomg yes of course!! I have no problem :]

The more people that get to enjoy my stuff, the merrier, regardless of platform <3

Thank you very much for asking and I'm happy you enjoy what I write!! :D

#wisher's wishes

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btsmosphere · 1 year

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OOOO this is such a unique idea i dont think i v seen an ask game like this. big brain ru 🙇🏻‍♀️💫❤️

as for the no. 14 please!😚💕

14: Wrong place wrong time mafia au

pairing: jin, jungkook, reader ???? some combo of the above genre: mafia au, angst?, humour?, strangers to ? word count: 1180 rating: pg15 warnings: violence, threat, assault with a knife

a/n: when I first checked number 14 and saw this.. I thought 'wow, way to be vague, past me. wtf do i do here' - but in the end I had an absolute field day writing this. the longest one of the game yet! hence it also took up a bit more time than the previous ones💜thank you for playing my dear diti and I hope you enjoy your drabble😘x

This place was always quiet. Tonight especially so, even the server had yet to show themself.

For you, that was no problem. It was why you picked this restaurant, needing somewhere you could count on to be left alone after the day you’d had. Or the week. Or-

Well, safe to say, you were drained. College had been running you to the ground, all while your work was trying to load you up with more shifts as more of your coworkers left. You were one of the few not in a position to up and go, needing the cash.

Another perk of this place were the prices. Really, you didn’t know why it wasn’t busier. Good food that didn’t leave your bank account in mourning? Sure, it was a bit out of the way but you had never seen it full.

Equally, it wasn’t often that it was completely deserted. Today, you were counting your blessings for that.

Until a tinkle of the bell announced another customer. It was just the one, though, as a surreptitious glance over your shoulder told you. The new arrival seemed just as eager to mind their own business, sliding into a table far from yours and slumping backwards with a scowl.

Before he could catch your eye with that deadly look, you turned back to your own table. You weren’t blind to his attractiveness, but you were undeterred in your quest to ignore him nonetheless.

To your relief, movement finally made itself known at the counter.

Slipping from your seat, you made your way to order before the server decided to disappear again. You already knew your favourite dish here, the combination of sauce and toppings not one you had found anywhere else, so that made it easy for you.

Despite there being one more customer waiting, the server jotted down your order and swiftly left.

Shrugging, you turned to sit back down. It wasn’t your problem if the new guy had to wait. Your food was your priority.

As you stepped towards your table, the other man rose from the corner. Keeping your eyes averted from him, you headed to wait.

It seemed he had other plans.

The moment he drew level with you, he diverted without warning. No sooner could you blink than his hand was around your neck, shoving you backwards into a table. The impact was noisy, pain blooming in your lower back as the wooden legs screeched on the floor.

Gasping, your eyes found the man’s for the first time. Hard and steely, they froze you in place, helplessly trying to balance yourself against the poor table.

Gulping, you desperately willed your heartrate to calm. The man’s heavy brows were drawn together and his frown only deepened. Still gripping your collar tightly, he slowly raised his other hand, making you hiss in a breath and struggle to get away once more, fear hijacking your body.

This guy had a knife.

Were you really about to be stabbed? Way to top off the day you were having. Maybe he just wanted your wallet. You did have food to pay for, but your life seemed a bit more valuable in that moment.

Your efforts to shake him off were futile, and you grew limp as he poised the knife cooly in front of your chest.

With trepidation, you raised your eyes to his once more, preparing yourself to give in to whatever he asked so you could get out of this alive and back to your damn dinner.

Your confusion only escalated at his words.

“Weapons out. Now,” he hissed, “put them on the table.”

Clearly you stared back at him, stunned, for too long, because he jabbed the knife closer, pressing against the front of your shirt.

“Clearly you’re the one with the weapons here,” you retorted. Oops.

Watching the fury on the man’s face blaze to life, you gulped. You really were about to meet the end of a knife.

He opened his mouth, but another sound came first.

The door opening.

You let out a breath; another customer might just force your attacker to give up. But you tried not to feel too relieved just yet.

Whoever it was seemed to take a while making up their mind. Maybe the scene they were met with frightened them and the moment they unfroze they would bolt. But, after a very long few seconds, slow footsteps moved towards the pair of you.

Far from deterred, the man with the knife yanked harder on your collar. You stumbled once more against the table. Breath quickening, you diverted your gaze downwards and saw a smart pair of shoes stop close behind your assaulter.

“Let them go, Jin.”

The new voice sounded bored, but the reaction was instant. At last, the hold on your neck weakened, allowing you to slump backwards onto the table. Your mugger whipped around.

“…Jungkook?”

Staring at the scene in shock, you caught a glimpse of your saviour. Or was he? He may have distracted your attacker, but he seemed to know the man. Jin, he said?

The new man, Jungkook, was also in a suit, and clasped his hands easily in front of him. His mouth quirked into a smile, eyes flickering behind Jin to look at you. He seemed all too amused, a youthful spark captured in his eyes and sublte dimple in his cheek.

“I see you’ve made a start without me,” he observed.

“They’re… they’re not one of yours?”

Jin glanced towards you, and for the first time you didn’t find him intimidating. Gone was that hard frown, and instead he gaped not unlike a fish. Still, you held down your smile, not willing to push your luck.

Jungkook smiled blithely, saying nothing. One eyebrow raising, Jin turned back to Jungkook.

“But they… they ordered it. That dish…”

Jungkook shrugged.

“No one orders that,” Jin continued.

If you didn’t already know he was armed, you might have voiced your offence at that. He had jumped you, a complete stranger, and now he was judging your choice of dinner?

“Good to know that your intention was to cut straight to the chase,” Jungkook finally spoke up, brushing aside Jin’s line of questions, “and here I thought we had agreed to a peaceful meeting.”

“You- You set me up!” Jin exclaimed, “They’re a decoy!”

Suddenly, he had turned back to you again, and that anger had returned. The knife hadn’t gone anywhere either.

Jumping up, you hurriedly darted out of his reach, but Jungkook’s reflexes had you beat. His hand closed swiftly around Jin’s wrist, halting the knife in its course. The two men exchanged a heated stare, until Jin huffed and the knife clattered to the ground.

Heart still thunking against your ribcage, you glanced hopefully back out at the door. However, having moved closer when stopping Jin, Jungkook now stood in your way. He turned his attention to you.

“Sit down,” he smiled, gesturing with his free hand to the table you had just been attacked against. “Wouldn’t want to miss your dinner.”

Thank you for reading! Play my prompt roulette and get a drabble of your own here :)

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chloelazulinew · 1 year

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Dear people from the au sans community 🥲 i have an embarrassing story for ya😭😭

Just to day i did an embarrassing thing i never expected myself to commit ,if you ask me why my art suddenly turn into this is cuz ibspaint kept on crashing and i used the note app instead but anyway

So today i decided to go to a mall for a bit to relax myself from things and also go outside for some air but like an hour or more passed after i arrived at the mall i stumbled across a woman with a T-shirt with horror sans in a art style that i really like and all my thoughts disappeared and my dumb brain though it was a good idea to rush and approach the nice lady to ask her where did she get the shirt

But then of course my silly lil stupid brain kept myself from realising that what this situation looks like from the nice lady pov until it was too late and i was right next to her and my idiot self decided to say hey x2 times and when she still didn't respond i decided to poke her really soft to get her attention but i think she didn't like it and checked her phone then quickly walked away

At that moment i released that my stupid childish brain had done the most dumb thing in the world and the anxiety hit me like an arrow and my heart cant stop hurt , i was embarrassed by my own self

So umm if this lady the nice lady that came across this post ummm im really sorry i truly am and i am sincerely apologizing for my act of stupidity and childish im sorry im truly sorry i am no creepy person i just wanna know where the shirt from im just a really big fan of undertale related things ,i am a good harmless person who just got too excited im sorry

Also for any of you who can help me or know the shirt and where you can get it ill be greatful for it!!!! It looks like this sorry for the bad drawings

And behind horror sans is a bunch of Japanese words and one of them is the word "完" i hope someone can help me and it's just been a long day after that embarrassing thing i did sorry to the innocent nice lady i accidentally creep out sorry,im just a clueless teen girl that is no threat🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

#embarrassing #story #sorry #im sorry #horror sans #horror #au sans #t shirt #im so stupid #au #why did i do that to myself #why did i do this

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hisui-dreamer · 7 months

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Dear Rinna,

First of all, this is NOT a means to guilt-trip you or anything like that. It's NOT my intention to make you feel guilty or to hurt you. About your post of Leona x GN! reader for your 200 follower event, I was originally planning on writing a story like that. But then, you wrote it and posted before I even had a chance to.

Truthfully, I was angry and upset. I wept bitterly because I felt like I missed my opportunity to write something good.😭 But I DON'T blame you for what you did at all. It was never your fault to begin with, so I don't want you to feel guilty for that. You never meant to harm me at all.

I'm writing this just to let you know how I feel, though. Forgive me if I bothered you in any way. My most sincere apologies.🙇🏻‍♀️ Thank you for taking the time to read this.

oh my gosh i'm so sorry if my post made you feel like you missed out!! i get how seeing something similar to your ideas already out there can be a downer. i hope you'll still continue to write your piece, i'd love to see your take on it haha💕

you don't need to apologise!! seriously no hard feelings here, good luck with your work!!

#✧asks✦

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zepskies · 1 year

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Strong As Blood is really amazing❤️ To see Ben transform into a more gentler person, when he held his girl, yeah.. that part was great🥲💖 It’s actually heartwarming to see that he can express his emotions and thoughts more openly, he lets himself cry, considers others feelings💗 I really hope that SB turns, if even remotely possible as your portrayal of SB. It will be nice to see him in the show like this..

You deserve a huge round of applause for writing this masterpiece👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻. The entire universe of SB is very well thought and the way you have put it into word is beautiful 💖 I read a lot of fics and thsi universe is hands down the best written on this platform💫🙇🏻‍♀️

Thanks a lot for putting so much effort and your precious time in making this amazing series🫂💫 I definitely see myself reading this over and over again💖 Hope you are healthy and wishing you loads and loads of happiness🥰😇

Wow, thank you so much, my dear lovely anon!! 💕💕

Ben's growth and character arc has been a long-suffering task throughout BMD, but I'm glad it's worth sticking out for! He's always going to resist expressing his emotions, but I think he's able to do it more freely now after "Strong as Blood." Having kids as well will continue to soften him a bit. 🥹

I'm not sure what direction Kripke is going to take Soldier Boy in the show, but like you, I hope he gets a redemption arc of some kind (it can be done! loll).

Thank you very much for your kind words. 🥹🥹 I've genuinely put my whole heart and soul into the "Break Me Down" verse. I'm so very glad that you love this ongoing story and all it's pieces, because I've loved creating it for you all. But also for myself, just wanting more for this character that Jensen brought to life.

All the time and creative energy I've put into BMD has been time very well spent! The encouragements I've gotten from readers like you has been so heartwarming. So thank you for reading and giving me that feedback every week. 🥰 It makes me very happy indeed, and fuels me to keep creating!! 💖💖

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐧…!

↬ 🎂 Yoshino regrets promising Yoritomo-sama everything he wants for his birthday.

Minamoto no Yoritomo x Main Character (Yoshino) • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Teasing; Kissing; Food • wordcount: 1, 366 • masterlist

a/n: Many, many thanks to @ga-yuu whose translations made this fic possible! 🙇🏻‍♀️ I hope it could be to your liking! I've loved Yori silently for almost four years now, and finally decided to express that love in a lil story... and I enjoyed every second of that 😭❤ Special tag for @the-bird-and-the-flute because it's her boy!!

A moment of weakness can cost you an eternity of regret, sometimes. If Yoshino leaves this room with anything else than a beet red face, it would be the moral of the story.

Promising Yoritomo everything he wants for his birthday was merely that, a moment of weakness. A seiitaishogun like him, what exactly does he not have, that she could give him? Those thoughts are some troublesome pests to have your head swamped with, when said seiitaishogun's birthday is quickly approaching… Naturally, when he cockily asked Yoshino what is she going to do for his birthday, accompanied by a toe-curling kiss to distract, without thinking, she said everything.

Now, the moment of the truth has come, and Yoshino takes her seat in front of a smirking Yoritomo in all his birthday glory. He must be enjoying this.

"What are you waiting for? I thought you'd begin by greeting me for my birthday."

Except, I already did. First thing in the morning. Yoshino doesn't say any of this out loud, but an incisive man like Yoritomo can read one's gaze just fine, there's no need for spoken words.

"Happy Birthday, Yoritomo-sama. May you stay healthy and bring glory to the shogunate in the following year, too."

Yoritomo frowns, visibly dissatisfied with Yoshino's overly formal extending of wishes.

"Like a lover would, Yoshino."

Looking down only to quickly raise her head again, Yoshino looks him in the eye and a bright smile stretches out across her mouth. It's like flowers are blooming around her.

"Happy Birthday, dear! It's a pleasure spending another birthday with you, please be happy by my side this year, too! Can I hug you?"

"Hooh…" Despite his prolonged humming, Yoritomo doesn't necessarily see fakeness in her eyes, as he knows for a fact she genuinely thinks all of this… besides, he's won over by the initiation of physical touch that was cleverly added at the end. A theatrical sigh and arms opened to invite her for a hug, he barely hides his satisfaction.

"See, it wasn't so hard. If this is troubling you, how are you going to give me the rest of what I want for my birthday?"

Already returning the warm embrace, Yoshino shudders. "The rest…?"

"Well, you promised me everything that I wish for, isn't that right? We shouldn't waste any more time. Let's see…"

The light pats that he gives her are working wonders about putting her at ease, and how much easier this could be if only he didn't abuse his powers and suddenly decided he wished to cuddle the day away…! Does that not sound perfect to him?! Yoshino finds it hard to understand him sometimes.

"Why don't you go fetch me your hairbrush? It's been awhile since I last brushed your hair. Ah, and please bring your other hair accessories too, while at it."

The comforting embrace is gone. Yoritomo sits contently, resting his chin on a hand propped on his knee until the accessory box and the brush are settled down before him. He shifts a bit and pats the mat in front of him, beckoning her to take a seat.

Yoshino complies with his unspoken request and sits down, fate foreknown. She undoes her hair tie to make it easier for her lord, and his fingers come in contact with her hair just a second later.

It feels… very good. Just as it always does: Yoritomo is gentle and precise while handling her hair, careful not to pull too hard and managing easily with the knots he encounters.

His chill fingers grazing the tips of her ears make her jump a little, and she earns a chuckle for it.

"Stay still now."

Easier said than done. Especially when the contents of the box come in action, as she is left to wonder just what is his wonder of a mind up to, as his hands are busy skillfully separating and braiding sections of her grayish-brown hair, then pinning them up to the upper back side of her head. It seems like a ribbon or two are thrown in the mix, too.

"All done. You might turn to the mirror now."

Guided by his large hands on her shoulders, Yoshino turns in the direction of the mirror without standing up… only to take in the hairstyle Yoritomo did for her. He left a large section of her hair down, but the rest he pinned up on two braid loops, secured with ribbons.

"It's… It's…"

"It's very cute. Such a great look on you."

Her face is heating up. Walking around in the palace with this - irrefutably, cute - hairstyle, would be…

"Oh and you're not taking it off until I tell you. I want to look at you more."

Yes, just as expected.

The next thing he asks is to be hand-fed sweets, and Yoshino's fingers tremble as his warm lips and tongue come in contact with them. Once that's done, he states that he slept unwell the previous night, demanding a bit of massage on his shoulders. Soon after, he concludes that praise is well in order, instructing Yoshino to bow down her head for pats, like a puppy. It's embarrassing to no end, and her face hasn't lost its flushed red color for a mere second through all of this.

"Hmm… I keep thinking, Yoshino, your birthday wish wasn't half bad, but weren't you a bit reserved with it?"

Yoritomo moves his hand from the top of her head to under her chin, tipping it and thus making her look at him again. When she does, she discovers his other hand pointing a finger to his own cheek. He wants a kiss.

Crawling yet closer to the exacting shogun, Yoshino squeezes her eyes shut and launches herself puckered-lips-first at Yoritomo's cheek.

Chu!

Thankfully, her kiss lands on its intended place and not directly on his lips, as he'd easily manipulated the situation by a simple shift of his face.

"Yoshinoo… the other cheek, too."

Chu!

As a smooch blooms on the other side of his face too, Yoritomo's smile grows wider. It looks pretty self-satisfactory, but Yoshino is far from the thought he's done with her. In fact, she has an idea of what is going to follow.

Unexpectedly, Yoritomo sighs and removes his hands from her waist as a signal for her to get up.

"As sweet as our time is together, I should go."

Duty calls, and Yoshino finds herself making a genuinely surprised noise despite her own wishes for this moment to eventually come, just awhile ago. What she thought would be her sweet salvation is now leaving her disappointed. Is it because she thought Yoritomo would want her to…?

"Hmm? What's on your mind?"

"Yoritomo-sama…"

Balling her hands into fists, Yoshino powers up with the thought of giving him something he truly wishes for, for this birthday - not just a kiss he normally deserves on any other day for simply being her loving partner, but rather, the boldness he wants to see from her. So pulling him in by his clothes, she clashes their lips together, poking out her tongue to seek permission for an entrance - which he quickly grants. She kisses him with growing confidence, sweetly but passionately, not minding the small sounds that inevitably fall from her lips. She doesn't let go until she's well breathless and he - thoroughly kissed.

Opening his eyes to look at him, she sees… a familiar sadistic smirk and sparkling light-blue eyes.

"Yoshinooo… Who thought you could be so naughty? And here I thought I had to stop playing with you. Ha! Very well then, I will be more demanding, since you're gladly giving me even more than I asked for."

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, this was simply meant to keep him well-satisfied for the rest of the day, but this…!

"I'll be off now, a birthday is no excuse to be slacking off on work. But once the evening comes…"

Yoritomo trails a single finger on Yoshino's rosy left cheek, making her instinctively face away so he could whisper in her ear.

"Once the evening comes, I'll be taking the rest of that everything that you promised to give me."

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