#it's all so dear to me 🙇🏻‍♀️

[miyamoratsumuu]

it's painful that I sometimes forget how much of an amazing masterpiece the greatest showman really is

[a-hazbin-reader]

I hope this is an okay thing to ask for but could you do headcanons of Alastor with female reader on her- time of the month?? (Kinda wondering what to be like for him with all the blood ya know???) 🙇🏻‍♀️ please, thank you!

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being nasty, canon cannibalism mentioned, menstruation(wish I got a TW for that in real life fr)

Description: ☝️⬆️

Can literally smell it coming before you even have a chance to check your calendar

Creep

He's like a fucking shark, smelling you from miles away

Maybe it's his affection for you but you're the one person he reacts this way to, he's fine around anyone else on their period

If you forget then he's not going to remind you because he likes waking up to the smell of your blood

Don't worry though he'll take care of the sheets and your clothes, he's got you bby girl

Tbh Alastor is practically starving whenever your period starts, the coppery smell making his mouth water constantly

He's sipping tea and you walk by?? Oops, the cup is crushed in his hands and he's sitting there with tea and broken glass all over him

He wants to devour you all the time

Definitely just finds opportunities to bite you and draw blood so he can stave off his desires

Don't worry it feels good

Eats at Cannibal Town more often

Other than that, he tends to pamper you when you're on your period

You're craving something??? Don't worry, Husk or Niffty will go get it for you! He'll snuggle you while you wait

Wait actually that looks kinda good give him a bite

Fuck off

He steals a bite anyways, forcing you to feed him a little nibble

Thank you love

You're experiencing cramps?? Do you want him to massage the area for you? You want a hot water bottle? He's got you

You just want to cuddle and be held? He can spare some time for that, just let him close the door first

No

Bby please he has a reputation to uphold

Loves when you have mood swings and snap at the others, encourages your anger

He's a shit stirrer

He literally just likes poking the bear and pointing you in his current victim's direction

"My dear, I thought you knew that Angel ate your sweets..."

As long as it's not directed at him

If you turn your anger on him then his ears fold back and he finds an excuse to run off

"I'm sorry my dear but Charlie is calling for me! We'll have to continue this conversation for another time!"

Coward

"Alastor, Y/N is looking for you-"

"I'M NOT HERE"

If your mood changes to sadness and you start crying then he panics and freezes up

"I-uh-I'm...sorry..?"

Makes awkward grabby motions at you then stops

He hates seeing you upset but he's an asshole and doesn't know what to do, doesn't want to make it worse

Idk if he's ever made a genuine attempt to make someone he cares about feel better

Alastor doesn't want to be the reason you're crying

Will just ask you what he can do to make it better, gripping your chin so that you have to look at him

He's serious

Whatever you ask of him he'll do it and he'll do it himself, no sending someone in his place and no fuss

Is visibly relieved once you're calm again, rubbing your back and letting out a sigh

Alastor is as attentive as he can bring himself to be when you're on your period, but you still have to put up with a lot of his shit

I hope this is what you were asking for 🥺

[hausofmamadas]

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

[pendragaryen]

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 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

@togetherkru @natassakar @bellamyblake @natassakar @carrieeve @roguetwelve @ninappon @carrieeve @jeanie205 @isweartobreathe @bookwormforalways @travllingbunny @infp-with-all-the-feelings @delicatebluebirdruins @geekyogicheese @poppykru @heartbellamy @okmcintyre @lee-em-dee @igotbellarkeforthat @gaiagalit @immortalpramheda @kizo2703 @twistedshipper @burninghoneyatdusk @otp-armada @its-tea-time-darling @julibernardo @astridandoddsandends @broashwhat @moreflowersthanweeds and everyone else of course! Please don't mind if I should've forgotten to tag you here. Of course I include you too!!!🧡🧡🧡

[macoto17]

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.

They are really in dire need of donations for basic needs and some of them need donations to get out of Gaza for survival.

So if you can donate or you feel that you want to donate to any of these families or even all of them, that would be so much appreciated, especially at these dire times.

Every cent counts.

Sharing this post around would be also so much appreciated 🙇🏻‍♀️🙏

Ali Al Ashi & Family

Ali (FB / TikTok / Family Tiktok / IG)

Ali's son, Hassan (IG / TikTok)

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).

Here are Hassan's GoFundMe acc (1st link), Ali's GoFundMe acc (2nd link), and his PayPal link:

2. Mahmoud Al Ashi & Family (FB)

3. Kareem Zaharna & Family (IG / FB)

Their son feels terrified every night 😢 No child should go through this...

He also has an e-wallet:

4. Mahmoud Mousa & Family (IG / FB / TikTok)

5. Hassan Al-Ghouti & Family (FB / IG / TikTok)

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.

[chloelazulinew]

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🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[hisui-dreamer]

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!!

[zepskies]

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!! 💖💖

[silenzahra]

THE MASTERPIECE IS READY AND UP HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 🥳🥳🥳👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🔥🔥🔥

BOMA. My extremely and amazingly talented sissy!!!! You freaking OUTDID yourself with this one!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 AAAAHHHH it's been so AWESOME to see the creation process of this wonder and how it slowly grew and evolved!!! I'm so grateful and lucky that you shared your progress with me, and so amazed that now I get to see the full piece in all its glory!!! 🥹🥹🥹 SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, MY FRIEND.

I swear that all the adjectives that I can think of feel like an understatement. This is a freaking MASTERPIECE, sissy. I can see all your hard work, starting with the castle on the first panel which, seriously, I am in AWE. I could stare at it forever!!!

But then with our beloved characters and their interactions and expressions and... WOWKGKEPQJÑ Boma I love this SO MUCH. The progression is just PERFECT and even if there were no dialogue, it'd be easy to read exactly what each character is thinking/feeling just from their expressions. And then this comic has EVERYTHING that we all love and adore ‼️‼️‼️

The little bit of Luaisy at the beginning, with Daisy comforting her man and being so worried for him and his brother. The BEAUTIFUL brotherly love on the second page (I'm weak for the forehead touch and the way Luigi jumps to Mario's arms ❤️💚). Then Daisy realizing that she could've lost her dear friend but still pretending like she's not worried for herself but for Luigi. And then the hug... Aaaahh sissy, the hug is so PRECIOUS 🥹🥹🥹 I just ADORE that Mario understands what his friend is doing and simply hugs her, and the way Daisy slowly gives in and starts crying while she hugs Mario back made me freaking tear up 😭😭😭 Aw my heart is so MELTED. And those "I can't lose you" while they fall down to their knees, OMG I'm but an emotional mess right now 🥹🥹😭😭

Sissy, I freaking LOVE the way you portray Mario and Daisy's relationship. They're such good friends and they love each other SO MUCH 🥹🥹😭😭 THANK YOU for feeding us, these two besties deserve more time together and you never fail to give us what we need!! 👌🏻👌🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Also, I can't fail to mention the lighting. It's WONDERFUL how everything looks so dull at first, especially when they don't know what happened to Mario, and then when he and Luigi hug everything looks lighter!! As for Daisy, I love the progression of the lighting in the first panels of the third page, when she's witnessing the brothers' reunion and then realizes that she could've lost Mario... And then everything turns lighter again as they hug and she stops concealing her feelings 🥹🥹 Absolutely GENIUS, chef's kiss, so freaking DELIGHTFUL. I'm at your feet, you awesome QUEEN 🙇🏻‍♀️👑

The last panel is so beautiful and heartwarming and it put the biggest smile on my face 🥹🥹 I love the change of colors and just how happy and relaxed they all are now that they're together. I swear I just can't stop staring at it!! The brotherly love, Daisy lovingly teasing Mario, the walls of the castle like in the movie... So precious and perfect 🥹🥹👌🏻👌🏻 My favorite panel for sure!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

And of course I also LOVE the bonus comic!! Aaahhh it's so SWEET to see Mario and Daisy joking together while Luigi goes to get some ice for his brother's eye, and it works so freaking well without any dialogue 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 And I ADORE the little bit of Mareach that we get there!! Hehehe the way Peach bounces on Mario is so hilarious 🤭😂😂 And I'm sorry but I just can't with Luigi's expression here 👇🏻

His face just KILLS me, oh my GOD 💀

Anyways, it's both a funny and adorable ending, and I also love Daisy's and Luigi's expressions in the background as Peach pampers her plumber in love and kisses 🤭 And Mario's last sentence is just PERFECT 👌🏻😂

Boma, I know I keep saying this with almost every piece you share with us buuuuut... New favorite piece of yours? At the very least favorite comic, hehe 😁😁 All your efforts paid off, my dear sissy!!! Heck, I could almost print and hang this MASTERPIECE on my wall so I could stare at it 24/7 and admire it as it deserves 🤩🤩🤩

This is so FIRE and I'm so freaking PROUD OF YOU 🔥🔥🔥AMAZING WORK, MY FRIEND 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🧡🧡🧡

“I Can’t Lose You”

A princess and a plumber who were no more than friendly competition to each other… who knew a near-death experience would really break the ice?

bonus comic with Peach cause I didn’t know where to put her in the main 😭

[xxsycamore]

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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[btsmosphere]

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 :)

[silenzahra]

OH MY GOD SO MUCH LUAISY SWEETNESS FOR MY HEART AND SOUL 😭😭💚🧡

First of all, I can't believe that I hadn't seen this yet??? HELLO???? MIKI, your drawings are SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭 AAAAHHH look at the babies blushing all the time and being so sweet and loving with each other 🥹🥹🥹 The ones of them comforting each other while they cry honestly break my heart 😭💔 Poor babies!! But I'm sooo glad they have each other 🥺🧡💚

I swear I LOVE the ones of them laying on each other's laps 🥹🥹🥹 The loving looks they're exchanging, and how absolutely relaxed they both look!! Also, I ADORE Daisy's pants in the one where she's resting her head on Luigi's lap, and the lighting and coloring in the one where he's the one resting on her lap is so absolutely GORGEOUS 😍😍😍 It makes it so so magical!!!

Also, I just ADORE seeing Luigi kissing and hugging her and showing how he gradually becomes more and more confident when he's with her 🥹🥹 She truly brings out the best in him 💚🧡

And I see what you did with the colors in the last one and I LOVE it 😍😍😍 It's just so adorable to see them wearing each other's colors, and the way they're hugging and holding each other, and Daisy lovingly caressing his hair, I just CAN'T 😭😭😭 So much love and adoration and devotion and tenderness. They're so in LOVE and I'm gonna DIE 🥹🧡💚

AND MY DEAR BESTIE @bberetd. Oh my God I LOVE your redraw SO MUCH 😍😍😍 You absolutely NAILED not only the details but also the sheer LOVE that both of them are radiating 🥹🥹🥹 And as always I freaking LOVE your coloring 👌🏻👌🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Gosh, you guys are seriously making me want to write something with this 😍😍😍 My two favorite Luaisy artists making my night and inspiring me!!! I'm at your feet, QUEENS 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️👑👑 THANK YOU for blessing my dashboard with your PERFECT and DELIGHTFUL Luaisy sweetness 🥹💚🧡

PS: Also I love how the main colors in these pieces are, obviously, green, orange... and a bit of purple 🤭💚🧡💜

Some Luaisy Doodles 🧡💚✨

I had wanted to practice references for a long time and it took me a while to actually finish this lol but it’s done!!

Close ups 👇

[kurooandkenmasslut]

Surprise!

Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

notes: Thank you @kurapikaskinkychains for ending the debating in my head and choosing Kenma Kozume! Cute Lil drabble I did! I was thinking of this scenario for quite the longest time but didn't know if I was capable of writing it, So here we are!

kenma w/ his cute lil clips 🙇🏻‍♀️

"Kenma," You said sternly. "Yolo," Kenma said while he glanced up at you. "Get off the game, we have to go soon" "where again?" "Ugh, you know what, I'll just have to get Kuroo to steal your console again-" "Ugh fine, I'm only doing this because I only got my game yesterday from Kuroo, not to mention he scolded me saying something about 'you only live once' or something like that I wasn't really listening." You giggled. "Damn okay, get in the car anyways we're going to the shop." "Can I get apple pie and pudding again" "If that gets you up from your ass, then yes?"

As the days went by, Kenma still would get off his game. And at this point, you were getting frustrated, You even tried to call Kuroo in front of him to show him that you were serious about taking his console away from him, but unfortunately, that phone was quickly nicked off of you before even Kuroo picked up. As you were telling Kenma to get off his game another 1000th time this week you tried to think of ways to get him off the game. Apple pie, pudding, or even food in general is a no, he eats it while playing. You called Kuroo for advice & he said "Just get him something he likes maybe? He'd like a manga or something." "Bro you already know how much manga Kenma has, you stupid hoe" "Hey! I'm trying to help you here," Kuroo whined. "Kuroo Tetsurō, if you don't get down right this instant I'm going to shave all that hair of yours off!" You heard before Kuroo instantly hanged up.

As you were thinking about what Kenma would like, a light bulb suddenly lit up and you jumped off the bed "I know!" You said, clear excitement showing on your face. You got on your shoes and coat and grabbed your car keys. "Kenma I'm out for..uh food! Yeah, food!" you yelled and got a small 'okay' back. You ran to your car and put your car keys in the keyhole and turned the car on. You turned your jazzy ass music and started vibing in your seat.

BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO, I'LL RIDE IN THIS LIFE WITH YOU I WON'T LET GO TILL THE END..SO CRY TONIGHT BUT DON'T YOU LET GO OF MY HAND- Oh we're here!" You parked and got out. It was a pet shop. You went in here another day because you and your friend went in and your friend wanted a dog. You prayed to Asahi God that the cute kitten you saw was still there. It was a white kitten with black and yellow spots on it, & you thought he reminded you of Kenma. You opened the door and you went to the checkout and were met by a kind old lady. "What are you looking for, dear?" The old lady said. "I'm looking for a white kitten with yellow and black spots on him, and golden eyes?" "Ah yes, follow me," she said while heading towards a small cage.

"Here we are" The lady took the small kitten out of his cage and took him in her arms. The kitten looked about and saw you and jumped out of the lady's arms. The lady started laughing. "That wee fella didn't want to be around anyone else, he kept hissing or scratching other people. But I think you are his favorite!" She smiled as you grinned. You and the lady walked over to the checkout again. "So how much will that be?" "Oh no, you can have him for free dear" "Is that okay with you?" "Completely." "Thank you so much! I appreciate this so much." "Haha, you are alright!"

After running around in almost every shop in Tokyo, you finally got the stuff you needed for the cutie (not Kuroo or Kenma guys, the cat 🧔🏻‍♀️). You checked the time, it was currently 7:43 and you left at 3:21. You sweat dropped. 'Oh, shit Kenma's definitely going to be worried.' You turned up the radio again (sorry guys,) and started vibing in your seat again. "BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY, IT SEEMS LIKE ONCE AGAIN YOU HAVE TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYE" As cars passed you they looked at you weirdly, but you really didn't care. You were having your Y/N moment and nobody is going to stop you.

At last, you arrived surprisingly safe and it was 8:12. You looked into the cage to see the kitten still asleep which gave you a sigh of relief. You brought all the stuff that was for the kitten into the house and into the room that you and Kenma didn't use. You successfully brought the stuff in without Kenma knowing. Well, that was until now.

Kenma yawned while slowly walking downstairs. "Oh, your back. What's all this rummaging about?" He said while half-lidded eyes (HAKSDJESKDJSD 🤭) "Oh nothing, Now shoo I have a surprise for you~" "okay" He said while slowly walking back up the stairs again. You carefully brought the kitten into the house again and walked upstairs. You walked into your shared bedroom to see Kenma resting on his bed with a fluffy blanket around him. "Kenmaa.." You said, as Kenma slowly opened his eyes only to be met with a small kitten with golden sharp eyes, just like him. His eyes were widening and his jaw dropped. He was not expecting this at all.

"Surprise!"

Bonus!:

"Hey, where's all my cucumbers at-" You were cut off the moment you saw the situation that was happening right now.

Sir Kenma Kozume and your kitten had a spa in your shared room. Cucumbers on their eyes, face masks on their faces, pudding and apple pie beside Kenma, and your kitten's delicious cat food beside him. You were flabbergasted. You cleaned the house until it practically sparkled, and your boyfriend and your kitten are sitting in the bed relaxed, calmed, and at peace while you were tired, exhausted, sleepy and your body was aching.

While Kenma had cucumbers on his eyes you decided to make your move and stole his console. Let's just say when Kenma found out, he wasn't all too happy.

*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。

Notes: The songs Y/N was singing in the car were...

Hold My hand - Lady Gaga ♪

505 - Artic Monkeys ♪

[enmercury]

Since yuh knw jay born abt 2 am can yuh please do his twin flam nd ideal type in details, I hope yuh'll going to answer.... Thank yuh so much dear 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

                                                           ─  ⊹﹒・₊˚﹕⋆⊹  ─

hi! i’m sorry it’s kind of short, i don’t really have enough time because of my exams, but i hope you will find it interesting and helpful! I might add something a little bit later tho.

since we know (i hope i’m right about it) the time jay was born in, first of all, we can look at the houses placements. let’s start with the moon and venus.

moon in cancer + venus in 4th kind of screams a mommy issues to me, don’t get me wrong, but fortune teller woman from dkdktv channel on yt was kind of right lol… (1:36)

moon in cancer in 7th – venus in taurus in 4th

ok, jokes aside. his venus is well aspected, so i can't call these placements an «issues». i can say that he grew up in a healthy relationship with his mother. and she is just like an example for him of what an ideal woman should be next to him. i can see, that his ideal type is a woman, who is a homebody person, but not a shy housewife kind of type, if you know what i mean. she must be into art for sure. she even might be an art teacher, why not. home and family should be important to his significant other. he wants equality in the relationship. he does not want to dominate, and does not want to be in the passive zone. but at the same time, he wants to take care of a person. he needs someone who will be soft in the relationship with him. he NEEDS comfort, so most likely, girls with venus in scorpio on the lowest level, for example, might be no good for him and this kind of relationship might be REALLY toxic. (but u good for me gurls, message me lol)

back to talk about the moon – he may be in a long search for a relationship to find a real right person. one night stand is not for him. he needs an intuitive person who can feel his mood and help him to maintain the balance. i can see a sun in square with moon, so i think, he also need a person who is careful with words, he might be really sensitive in a relationships with a people he is close with.

juno in leo in 7th amor in pisces 2th

imho libra placements (7th house) is always about «i want it like in movies». this is the best way to describe juno in the 7th house. yeah. along with leo placement, he wants someone he can brag about. like a trophy, u know. he needs a person who likes to be expressive and shows his directness. he will need his partner to be playful, creative and loving. the mutual charisma between the two will be really important.

amor in 2th – i’m going to repeat myself, he need to feel «soulmate» connection. with pisces in it – he doesn’t want to be a someone secret (like a venus in 12th placement sometimes). he protect – u protect = that kind of relationship. no 40/60. «this 60-40 isn't workin» by tyler the creator – like yeah (he is pisces sun and mercury btw lol). he is going to be very artsy and more touchy than usual in relationship, and he expect it in return.

wealthy/popular lover?

404  not found. lol. i don’t see him being in a relationship with someone really popular like an idol. even if we look at the 7th house (his in cancer in 17 degree) – that doesn’t mean that his lover is popular in the beginning of relationship, but might mean that a relationship with him is going to make a person popular.

juno persona chart

in my theory, houses and acs r very important in juno persona chart. his juno persona asc in libra in cancer degree – that might be a soulmates placements (even in a big three or just dominant in whole chart). sun in 10th, moon in 11th, mercury in 11th – these houses in these planets might be in soulmates chart too (or they can radiate that energy).

he might be attracted to the ppl with juno in a positive aspect to the ascendent (ppl with this aura that you want to protect them no matter what); venus in taurus/cancer/libra; same juno placement always work too; moon in water signs; mercury in gemini/libra/virgo; dominant cancer/libra in whole natal chart; dominant moon and/or venus (first three).

[shion-san]

❤️🌸I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU🌸 ❤️

characters: Ace Trappola x gn reader

Notes: After NRC graduation, married life, struggles with life, afraid of failing and abandonment, fluff & comfort, singing

I've been thinking to post this months ago but too scared that people might not like it. Today, I'll face those fear and post it no matter what. I'ts my first time, hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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The blue waves turns to bright orange colour, light windy breeze slowly loosen our body muscles to relax. The view of sunset was more enjoyable to see when there was just two of us. No one were around.

Never knew the boy you first met who was totally rude and has punchable face, now become a kind and caring life partner. Not to mention a romantic husband in his own way. He picked a spot only for two of you!? He never did this one before! Did something happen? Was it one of his pranks to tease you? His gaze focus on the beautiful red sky. Instead of cheerful face, y/n noticed their husband seems sad and worried. Then, he speaks with a serious yet sad tone.

Ace: Y/n, do you think I'm hopeless?

Y/n: ...What makes you say that?( quickly approach him but Ace slowly avoid)

Ace: I'm just saying...that I'm not good enough to have this life. That's all.

Y/n: .. Are you saying that I'm not good enough for you,Ace?

Ace: Wha- of course not. Y/n, you meant much more to me. I-it's just that...I-it's not like...(sighs) what if I fail you?

Y/n: (gasp)!

Ace: What if I fail to be the good husband? What if I fail to protect you and our relationship? What if I mess up and- you left me...( his soft voices turn into whispers, probably aware he's being dramatic)

Y/n: Oh, Ace...

Y/n:I will always be with you.

Makes no difference where your road takes you to.

Even if we´re apart,now we´re joined at the heart.

Though our moment may be gone

You and i will still live on.

(It was your favourite song from your world, you used to sing it to calm your heart. Ace knew it too cause he always heard you sing it. He even asked what it means to you and teach him the song. Never knew it comes to this moment)

Ace:I will always be with you.

Y/n: !

Ace:I´ll be by your side whatever you do.

Other memories may fade,but the ones that we made are eternal as a star.

Now I´m part of who you are.

Ace & Y/n:And I´ll be there with you in the sound of your laughter.I´ll be in the tears you cry

Ace:´cause the way you and I have touched one another

Ace & Y/n:doesn´t end with goodbye.

Ace:I will always be with you,

Ace & Y/n:like a guardian angel, constant and true.

Y/n:When you´re lost in the night

and you can´t see the light

Ace & Y/n:my love will see you through

Ace:I will always be there

Y/n:You have me there

Ace & Y/n:I will always be with you~

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I'll leave those imaginations and the ending to you, dear readers (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)✨

Yes, the song was from All Dogs Go To Heaven 2. The tittle is 'I Will Always Be With You. '

I'm very sorry for it had so many grammatical error, my english is so bad! 🙇🏻‍♀️😣💦

[pseudofaux]

Dearest, most wonderful, absolutely breathtaking Pseu- ever since I first ran across your works here (and you gifted me an Ikesen Shingen that STILL flusters me) I have been smitten with your writing. You have an uncanny ability to meld the most heartfelt emotion with the filthiest of actions, and it's constantly devastating, in the best way possible. I'd love to cap things with a spicy sinnamon Ikesen Shingen and his not-so-hidden breeding kink, and I'll see you in your commission forms 😉💞🥰

WHAT. DID I DO. TO BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET THIS 🔥👑🔥 PROMPT?!?!! Thank you god and theeyethatbinds 😍😍😍 PLEASE ENJOY I know I probably will 😂🙇🏻‍♀️ I don’t even feel like I can talk much here or I will JUST SCREAM but I am truly, truly grateful to this and to you for all of your support and your fun tags and your year-round sweetness, thank you so much! Respectfully, I really hope you will like this!

(Requests are closed, readers, but I have a lot of writing to do and post in July! Please feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy a few. A masterlist will be posted when they are all completed.)

This man has known my body too many times to count, and he knows it in that way of his: even better than I do. He is the one that discovered he could slowly build the pressure of a pinch in my nipples—so slowly— and make me tremble until I screamed in bliss. Only Shingen would think to watch and wait that way. His patience is like the depth of his voice: smooth as lake water around my body, always making my heart feel cradled and kept safe.

I’ve slept so many happy nights (and even a few unhappy ones) held gently close to his chest. Close enough to hear and love his heartbeat. His strength and health and the bulk of him all so dear, and so wide shoulder to shoulder that he blocks the sun on the mornings when he sleeps on his side.

...Do you know that though his face is exactly as smooth as it looks, he sometimes has stubble in the mornings? Even his stubble is more nubby than sharp, another part of him that bends around me and would never hurt me.

Well. Not in a bad way. He has such full control of himself, of us both.

Lately he has been using my body to tease us. He gets a grip on my waist with those massive hands and with the strength of his arms he moves me up and down over just the broad, blunt, glorious tip of him, sometimes with my hands stroking all the rest. This way I can feel it— and so can he— when his cum shoots into me, hits depth, and flows back down onto him.

And then he uses all that cum to ease his way in and fuck me properly, lovemaking so gentle and purposeful I’d be in danger of dozing off if he didn’t always, always make it feel so good. But he does. Shingen gets a hand between my back and our silk-wrapped futon and tips me up for him, fingers curving along my ass. Or he lays me out on my front, covers my entire back with his body, and coaxes me to open up for him, open up, while he nudges me until I melt into doing just that. He’s made my body so eager to obey.

His talk is changing. He has always been loving, even before I trusted it was love. But now that he’s been healthy for awhile… he’s thinking about the future every day, I can see it. You can’t be with Shingen like I am and not pick up certain ways to read people.

I know what he wants, and what he’s trying to slowly warm me up to. Maybe he’s reading me reading him, and he’s being exactly this subtle on purpose. But I don’t think so. There’s an impossibly sweet, thick catch in his breath when we grind against each other lately, and there’s been so much purpose in his grip when he holds my waist, my thighs, my face.

“Angel,” he finally murmurs. “I want to talk to you about something.”

And we could talk. I love to talk to him. I love how well he listens— he’s a remarkably good listener. That’s why I know he’ll do what I tell him. That’s why I know just what to ask.

“Is what you want to talk about a baby?”

He stills, but he’s quickly smiling. “Onto me, hmm? Clever. How do you feel about the idea?”

I shuffle myself into the warmth of his lap, where I belong. It’s a stretch to fit my knees beside his legs, but he helps. When I put my arms around his neck he comes in to nudge my lips with his before murmuring “Hmm?”

“I feel like… I want you to have me tonight like you want a baby,” I confess. He kisses me on a sweet smile, the only parts of the moment that seem indecent are his hands wide over each side of my ass and his cock rising, promising and quick.

“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get,” he promises as he opens me up, mouth and soul, with his tongue. His fingers pull up the end of my sleeping robe over my backside. “Won’t need this,” he murmurs.

“Shingen,” I say, stopping him just this once by making a kiss a nuzzle of lips instead of the usual blooming for one another. “I’d like it if you talked. A lot. I want to hear your voice and what you want to do to me.”

My words are whispers, and I know I can only say them at all because his love has been so constant and so real. Being with him has allowed me to grow into some of my own bravery.

“I know,” he assures me. He’s quick to gather the fabric he’s pulled up into one hand and stroke my back with the other, soothing me with touch and gentle words. “I will. Just give yourself over to it, my angel. I love you.”

So I do, and he makes it magnificent. He undoes the belt of my robe and strokes my chest and belly like I am a priceless treasure while he mouths at my neck, then kisses my jaw until my eyelids are heavy. He murmurs, “You’re going to be a beautiful mother” as he gently tilts me back into our bedding and then slips my legs around him so smoothly I don’t even have time to worry how to unfold them. I let my hands rest on the silk somewhere above my head so he can see what he’s about to have.

Shingen appreciates the sight, as always. “You’re already so beautiful,” he says with a smile. “How will I survive you becoming any prettier, hmm?”

“You’ll think of something,” I tease. He’s got a very charming grin when our eyes meet.

“I’ll do my best,” he promises. Then, more seriously, he adds “I’ll take care of everything.” He kisses the air and somehow makes what would be silly from any other person into a seductive gesture. It pulls that first tight, telltale clench inside me. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I believe you,” I whisper, closing my eyes. It’s easier to focus on the feel of his thumbs massaging my thighs this way. I know he’s going to overwhelm me quickly— he always does. But I’m ready for this because he always takes such good care of me.

“I’m a lucky man, then,” he murmurs, beginning to use the rest of his hands. They are elegant but an undeniably beastly kind of broad, able to cover so much of me. And there’s a little more grasp in his touch than usual.

He hums and rubs my legs and rolls his core toward mine. He’s hard, of course, strong and hot enough to feel through his own robe, but the contact is not insistent. It has Shingen’s confidence: he’ll get what he wants in time. He doesn’t have to rush anything. And he won’t, tonight. The way he wants to savor this is in every shift of his palms over my skin, slow and easy. Gently possessive. Mapping.

One of those big hands slips up to my naked belly, and he puts his palm against a place he only touched with his fingertips before he laid me down. “I’m picturing it,” he says quietly. “It’s incredibly erotic,” he confesses, with one of those laughs he only lets out when he’s being very serious with me.

His thumb rubs a spiral that ends at my navel. “Right here,” he breathes. “A little one.”

I knew there was a time when he had given up on children because he had given up on his own future. I’ve never been so proud of someone being selfish before. I blow a kiss back up at him and he smiles like it landed just beside his mouth and he wants to catch it.

“And I’m going to put it there,” he adds. “But first, I’m going to show your body I’m worthy.” The hand still on my thigh slides up to my hip, and the hand on my belly trails down between my legs. I’m already warm and wet for him. He practically keeps me this way, and he is very good at those leg massages.

First he uses his fingers, unerring in their teasing and free from hesitation or flaw as he makes me writhe below him. He talks like I asked him to: So tight around only my fingers, princess, I have to work you open. I wish I could show you to yourself— you make me want to come on every part of your beautiful skin instead of deep inside.

While he gives me all this love and all these words, I am safe to move and sound however I want, however I am moved to. This is another way Shingen has helped me grow. When my moans pitch high for him, he starts to coax.

“So alluring like this,” he says through his teeth. “Glow for me. More. I know you can do it.”

It’s quick and it probably would have been quicker if I weren’t already so wet, which I suspect Shingen will address with his tongue next. Indeed, there he is, with a healthy flush on his cheeks and the sweetly smug expression I love best in all the world… giving me his usual slow, shameless show of the pink of his tongue against his top lip and teeth.

“I need something sweet,” he tells me. I think he’ll move down then to have his snack but he doesn’t. Not how I thought he would. He gives my pussy a wet little smack and brings his hand up to his mouth instead. I’m gifted a soft grin before he sucks his fingers clean, one at a time. He does not hold back-- he called the thought of putting a baby in me erotic, but everything Shingen does is erotic, and when he tries to be that way? It’s a good thing I’m already laying down.

He hums deep, a sound of contentment, and brings his palm to his lips. Shingen’s warm eyes are like a fall fire staring into mine when he murmurs, “That’s my favorite flavor,” and then licks a wide stripe across and up. He makes a show of his tongue for me, and I barely manage to keep watching him instead of bending my legs around his back and pulling our bodies together.

“I’d tell you not to look at me that way,” Shingen says, “But I can’t deny that I love being desired by you.”

“I am desiring you desperately right now,” I remind him, and he laughs and surges forward to give me another of his passionate kisses. Joyful, masterful, keen. As in interest and edge. That’s Shingen. And all he tastes of is me.

Against my mouth he openly groans. “Gods, you’re so alluring. How am I supposed to resist you?”

“Don’t,” I urge him, sliding one of my ankles up behind his back. I can feel that dip in his muscle at the side of his spine right above his ass. “Don’t,” I say again.

He’s made it crystal clear that he loves me wrapping myself around him or urging him on, so I expect both together to really bring him to his knees (spiritually speaking— he’s still on his knees between my legs, always so careful not to put his weight on me unless I beg him for it), but tonight he reaches back for my foot and strokes the instep with his thumb as he puts it back on the silk beneath us. He shakes his head, which brushes his smiling kisses across my mouth. “No, angel,” he says. “I should thank you for being so tempting every day, it’s only that practice that means I can wait to be inside you right now. But I want this to be special,” he tells me before his kiss pins my head to the silk. While I catch my breath a minute later, he kisses my eyelids. “And I want do to everything I can to make you pregnant tonight. That means I want you melting into this bed before I melt into you.”

In the face of such a plan I can only whine for him to get on with it, then. How dare he be so good to me!

Shingen laughs and kisses my cheeks. “Your wish is my command,” he whispers before he leans back. I miss his warmth but he doesn’t let me miss it for long. Somehow he makes scooting back sexy— I bet it would look pretty good from behind him, too, considering how nice that dip above his ass is— and the dark warmth of his eyes stays on mine until the first broad swipe of his tongue has me arching my body up like someone put a current to my spine.

His appreciative groan is muffled by my body… which means I can feel every part of it I can’t hear. “It’s alright,” he soothes, and then ruins the effect of it by shoving his tongue inside me and pulling it out along my top wall with a slurp. “Let a man feast before his work,” he says wetly before he goes back for more.

I’d describe what he’s doing as work, but whatever he’s doing, it makes me lose all ability to think anything but good and better and oh, god and Shingen!

“It’s going to be so hot and different,” he tells me between licks. This is another exquisite tease— he is not touching what will make me come, but he is touching what will arouse me perfectly, with his most devastating skill. Every way he licks away my wetness just makes my body replace it with more. He’s being so warm and teasing around my clit, enough that my need is concentrating into something not entirely pleasurable, all the sharper for how good every swipe of his tongue feels. He keeps his breathing loud and passionate against me, truly feasting. “Been holding back, I know you’ve noticed,” he teases. “Can’t wait to finally hilt myself before I come.”

The only sign of any stress from waiting on his part is the still-gentle clutch of his hands on my hips, holding me open like a bowl of clay instead of wood. I remember the times I’ve seen him rub an oiled cloth over the smooth inside of a dark wooden bowl and I bring my hands down into his hair, seeking the same softness.

I hadn’t meant it to rush him on, but I’m not unhappy when his tongue goes to my clit after that. He’s worked me into a many-looped knot of satisfaction and frustration and that first touch is warm and wet and its pressure is perfection. A sound of need comes out of my nose and I press the back of his head: there, please, more, as though he doesn’t know. I would laugh at myself if he didn’t have me so tightly strung.

He’s strong, even his tongue; that’s what makes this work. He finds the touch I like and then keeps it consistent, yet another way he shows his consideration and mastery. He knows a thousand ways to touch me, even a few ways to surprise me into orgasm, but we like knowing together what’s coming. In this case, it’s me.

“Come so your womb gets all relaxed and ready,” he growls once I’m there. “Come on my tongue.”

I do, so hard I feel the rippling of my muscles between my heartbeats.

He’s saying something as he tenderly kisses my thighs. I think it might be “so good for me”, but my pulse is too heavy in my ears to be sure. I do hear him slip off the tie of his robe, which finally opens my eyelids because I don’t want to miss the sight of him shrugging it off his shoulders.

It’s worth it. The bulk of him slipping free of that white cloth makes me want him all over again. And all over me.

“I can’t be the only one who gets a show,” he says with a little nod and a wash of color on his cheeks. He’s adorably modest at the sweetest times. I want this man’s baby almost as much as I want him. This time I don’t keep my legs down, I bend my knees and put my ankles together behind his back just as the fabric falls, and try to bring him close. My legs feel weaker than I expected.

He makes a noise of surprise, though, and grins at me. “Don’t flatter me, princess, you’ll end me early.”

“Then hurry up,” I grumble.

His grin widens as he reaches back with both hands to remove my feet. Instead of setting them back down on the bedding, this time he gently pushes them forward, until my knees bend and my back rests more fully on our silk. He moves one hand to my shin and presses. It makes a powerful point; I feel so open for him like this. He’s made love to me with one of my legs in the crook of his arm before and fucked me with both of my legs held tight against his chest, but I’ve never been in this... breeding position. That’s what it feels like.

“I won’t rush this,” he says gently. “Because what we’re doing is too important for that. But don’t worry. I can’t stand not to be in you any longer.”

And thankfully though he is a tease of the highest order, Shingen is no liar. His other hand goes between his legs and brings that magnificent cock to my body. The cry that falls out of my mouth at the first touch of his smoothness against my slippery flesh would humiliate me if his hand on my shin didn’t squeeze encouragingly and his voice didn’t whisper “Just imagine how I feel, love.”

He makes the first push in careful and slow, always so considerate of my comfort when I stretch around him. He’s worked me up so nicely there’s no trouble, but he’s still gentle until I gasp and he grunts when we feel the pop of his cockhead safely slipping inside. The stretch is hot and immediate, he’s had me clenching for him this whole time and now that he’s finally inside my body gets to feel the toe-curling bliss of trying to squeeze something that doesn’t give.

I love Shingen for his smoothness, but when he swears crudely under his breath my heart swells. I feel it beating in my chest the whole time he slowly slides into me, and then when he lets go of himself and puts his elbow onto the bedding above my shoulder and lowers his chest to mine.

“Shingen,” I whimper, just managing not to swear myself.

“Receive me,” he says calmly. He draws his hips back and then brings them to me again. “Feel it?”

I moan out a helpless yes and he shifts his arm so he can take me by the jaw and kiss me, tenderly but utterly in charge of what’s happening. My lip and my pussy tremble at the same time. “Good,” he whispers, and cuts off the trembling of my lip by taking it in his teeth as he sets his rhythm. It’s slow and it is deep, filling me so much more completely than he has in what feels like a long time.

He makes me feel powerful and loved beneath him, but small. He’s just so big. There is no other way to feel. His thumb is stroking just beside my mouth, keeping close to our kisses. He presses when he wants me to stop.

“Your children are going to be so beautiful and perfect,” he murmurs. When he stops pressing with his thumb I go right back to his mouth for a kiss. He presses the hand on my leg instead, like a command to open.

“So tight around me, angel, how is anything supposed to get in? Need me to make you come again? Or... need me to fuck you open a little more?”

His words and the press of him onto and into my body light me up inside. Something inside me twinges pleasurably from his words and he touches the other end of it with his cock just as it recovers. So the only answer I can give him is a moan, right into his mouth.

He’s still moving so slow and full in me. I don’t trust my voice but I feel compelled to urge him on, and I manage to rasp out “Faster,” between his kisses.

Shingen growls into my mouth and the hand on my leg presses it to the side, opening me a little more. “Why are you so good to me-- ungh,” he grits out, pressing one more fierce kiss to my mouth before he moves his head beside mine and starts whispering the most loving filth imaginable in my ear.

“Faster? I’ll fuck you faster. I’ll fuck our first child into you and then fuck you again just to make sure it takes. I’ll keep you in this bed while you swell if you let me, and fuck you every day to keep your muscles lax. I’m going to be the first one to see when your milk comes in a few months from now--” He shudders and it is so strong that his cock carries it into me, so I feel it right where his cum needs to be if he wants to make these dream come true.

“Because I’m going to have my hands on you every day. I said I’d take care of everything,” he reminds me. “All your aches. All your needs. I’m going worship you as you grow around our baby like never before.”

I clutch at him, the slap of my hand landing behind his shoulder in perfect time with the slap of our bodies coming together. He flexes so forcefully inside of me that I feel like he is pulling me up.

“I want you to feel loved,” he says, “Always. But I know that you want to hear I’m going to shove myself so far into you there will be nowhere for my seed to go but in, angel, and you’re going to let it in because you want this, too.”

I gasp his name and he takes my skin in his teeth—not biting, just holding me— and hisses gently through that clench as he begins to spill inside me. “Get. Pregnant,” he enunciates against my skin, the words turning the pressure of his teeth wickedly, deliciously sharp so I can’t forget the heat of his words even when he lets go to groan.

It is deep. It does feel like it is being forced more deeply inside me than I have even been conscious of before. The spread of the warmth… suffuses, I have no other word for it. I hope that it is getting me pregnant but I know it is changing me either way, just as his breath against my neck becomes a kiss.

He begins to melt above me. His grip on my leg becomes short, gentle strokes of his fingers coming together and relaxing.

“I love you,” he murmurs. He says my name and kisses my neck again with tenderness that nearly blocks my throat. “You are... everything to me.”

I try to match the movements of his fingers with my hand on his back. “I love you, too,” I whisper back. “Do you think...?”

“We’ll find out,” he says warmly, propping himself up on his elbow so he can cup my face. “I’m eager to,” he croons, giving a gentle, experimental thrust. He’s not even half soft. Sometimes I wonder if he’s human.

Whatever he is, I like him that way. “Me, too,” I say quietly.

“Good, that’s good,” he praises. The second roll of his hips makes me feel warm, sloppy, and so loved and good beneath him that I can’t care about the mess.

“Gods, that’s good, you’re good.” he murmurs. “I haven’t had nearly enough of you tonight, angel. And I’ve heard that a cushion under your hips can be very effective...”