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[shhisp]

hello meri. how do u feel ab jake english with a pussy

SPECTACULAR. BREATHTAKING. BREEDABLE

The thing about Jake is that his trans narrative reads very similar whether you hc him as AFAB or AMAB (at least imo.) Jake's entire character is about him learning to accept who he is (a girly motherfucker) instead of the manly man he thinks he has to be. I think every instance of Jake will ALWAYS identify some part with girlhood and for transmasc Jake this is absolutely no exception. Doesn't make him any less genderfucked in the head, though.

So yes. I love this. It makes a shit ton of sense for his character. Even his name being Fucking Jake is giving extreme transmasc. Also Dirk loves it but that is truly a tale for another day

[purple-babygirl]

I've sent this idea to a different writer years ago but they didn't proceed with it which is cool but I wanted to drop it in your inbox in case it got you interested or inspired? I think you have a great way of writing dark fics and not enough dark fics on your list SO how about serial killers stucky with a sassy suicidal victim? Or just Bucky because I know he's what you mainly write for

So like when they take her she's all "oh is that supposed to be scary? I've waited for this moment my whole life lol" and maybe when they take her to the basement to prepare for her murder she goes "it smells like shit in here what are you keeping down here? Dead bodies?" And she keeps making jokes that they don't laugh about and eventually decide not to kill her? Or maybe fuck her first and then kill her? It could be as dark as you decide really I just wanted to tell you the idea because it kept circling my mind again lately

If you don't feel comfortable with such themes feel free to ignore this of course i will still love you and your writing

This has to be one of the best ideas someone has ever shared with me! I love it and sassy readers are my favorite! Also, suicidal reader who doesn't care if she dies? I feel her😂😂

It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all and I can totally see myself writing this one for you. It'll just take me some time because I finally found a job and it's really time and energy consuming so all I ask for is that you're patient with me💜💜

I'll make it happen just give me time, nonnie love. Thank you for stopping by and leaving this idea in my inbox💜💜💜

[marvelsswansong]

i love it in your new hcs or one shot about lovesick! snow, he is just down bad for the reader. then reader just being supportive of him really makes me giggle because they just look at his stained cuffs and just nod their head saying "yes, this is normal." then just walks away with a smile with no care in the world

SKSKSK fr nonnie!!! Coriolanus is the messy hot tempered lover and r will be the one to gently sigh, kiss his forehead, and wash the stains out of his pretty curls and cufflinks to keep the rumors to a minimum. I think r would later scold him to be more reasonable about his violence though, because it is quite a hassle to clean up and there are much more 'savory' ways to achieve what corio wants from her perspective.

and i think corio would absolutely love that about r, that she's not blind to the darkness within him but she's able to remain level headed and strategic, to balance out his temper and impulses. after all, partners who commit crimes together, stay together, right?

that is a joke kids for legal reasons this is all fiction he's a dark character this is just a silly little fic we're having fun y'all please don't get mad at me 😖

-> read 'melting snow' here

[fushitoru]

https://www.reddit.com/r/mewborns/s/4nJVhoxU3K this is the cutest video over ever seen in my entire life and I need you to see it too.

AWEEE SOOO CUTEEEEEE

[saetoshis]

m very late but i think ur super cute, lovable and cool + incredibly talented !! every time i see u talking ab my special interest on my dash i giggle like pops and kick my feet - feral muzan anon

[seokmins]

i appreciate you and love you and want you to be happy. your writing is amazing and you are so gentle and sweet and remind me of sunshine.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

69 on the smut dialogue and D5 on the smut prompt list with anakin? :)

Deflowered

anakin x fem!reader

A/N: Ugh this turned into my padawan fic and I absolutely loved the prompt so I couldn't help myself turning it into an entire fic. ily nonnie <3

Master Ani's been dreaming of his padawan for months when he feels her distraction again he finally takes what's his (Anakin is about 10 years older in this <3)

Warnings: master x padawan (reader is 18+), virginity taking, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering, innocence kink, unprotected p n v, a little bit of blood, sprinkle of dacryphilia, lmk if i missed any

Word Count: 1.8k

Main Masterlist 500 Celebration

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Prompt: 69 one person stopping a kiss to ask “do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss + D5 sloppy, dirty sex

“Your lack of concentration is unlike you” Anakin commented placing a hand on your shoulder. Goosebumps rose across your skin at his warm touch. “Sorry Master,” You said putting your robe back on and looking up at him. “Is something on your mind?” He questioned not bothering to put any of his robes back on, still in a thin shirt from training. “Not really I’m quite tired” You replied trying to take your eyes off his exposed chest. “You can’t lie to me that easy” He smirked. “I can feel it y’know,” He said quietly. “Feel what?” You blushed. What was it that he felt? If he knew how you felt about him you were sure you’d be expelled. It was inappropriate and Anakin was much too old for you.

“Look at me,” He said quietly lifting your chin. Recently, he’d been more touchy, brushing a hand over yours or placing a hand on your back more frequently. All those touches made it so much worse. Heat bloomed in your stomach as you looked back at him. His eyes studying you carefully, a smirk plastered on his stupid perfect face. “Tell me what you feel, padawan” You stayed silent as your throat went dry. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was a test.

“I…” You squeaked nerves preventing you from speaking. “I love how innocent you are, can’t even speak the things your pretty head imagines” Anakin continued lifting his thumb to your bottom lip and pulling it down suggestively. “Master” You whispered swallowing thickly. “You sound so sweet when you call me that” He watched your eyes. The way they widened with nerves, he could feel your arousal through the heat of your skin. “I want to know, what you’re thinking about,” Anakin said more firmly this time. “I can’t,” You told him.

His smile grew and he stepped even closer. “Why not?” He questioned leaning even closer. The leather of his glove rested against your jawline, your mind wandered wondering what the durasteel would feel like on your cheek. “Such an innocent thing, let me say it for you,” He said lowly leaning down to capture your lips with his own. Your heart leapt and the familiar butterflies swarmed your stomach as your master kissed you. In response, you leaned in closer placing your hand against his chest.

Anakin pulled back unexpectedly. Touching his flesh you could now feel the lust radiating from him. His dark gaze met yours and he asked in a whisper “Do you want this?” In response, you stood on your tiptoes wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Your heart was still pounding with nerves. He immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth grabbing a handful of your ass through thick robes. You whimpered quietly flinching at his touch. He deepened the kiss making sure you were pressed right up against him so he could feel as much as possible.

“So innocent” He whispered breaking the kiss. His lips moved along your jawline down to your neck. His fingers moved downward desperate to undress you. “Tell me padawan, have you ever been touched?” He asked. “N-No Master” “Good girl, then I’ll be the first” He groaned into your neck. “I want you in my quarters, now” He ordered. You nodded eagerly taking a hesitant step away from him before he guided you to his quarters. Anakin let out a quiet sigh of relief that it was so late, nobody would hear what he was about to do to you.

When the door was locked his hands were on you in an instant unwrapping you like a gift. You slowly helped him, becoming more nervous by the second. “I’ve dreamed of this pretty body for months,” He told you. Left in only your undergarments he pulled the breast band from your chest licking his lips hungrily. His gaze made your nipples harden as you began to hide yourself. “No hiding,” He said grabbing your arms and pulling them away. “Master I-” “Shh baby,” He cooed pushing you against his bed dropping his mouth to your breasts.

You whined as he bit and sucked on the sensitive skin. Anakin left bruises across your chest soothing them with his wet tongue. Lifting your hips you started to grind your pussy into his thigh desperate for the slightest amount of friction. His mouth left your tits as he trailed dirty kisses down your stomach, he ran his fingers down your inner thighs before pulling your panties down. “Such pretty holes, I can’t wait to use them” He smirked spreading you open with his fingers. Lifting his free hand to your mouth. “Open,” He told you sneaking his fingers past your lips. “Now suck” You did as he asked sucking on his fingers.

Anakin’s smirk grew as he tested your gag reflex working them down your throat further until you gagged on them. “We’ll have to work on that” He hummed pulling his saliva-soaked fingers from your mouth. “Master, what are you doing?” You asked closing your legs. “I’m getting you ready for me angel, I want these legs open. Show me that pretty cunt” He instructed watching lustfully as you did as he asked. Anakin couldn’t get enough of the blush on your cheeks. “You look so gorgeous like this,” He said quietly teasing your entrance.

“Have you ever fingered yourself padawan?” He asked slipping only one finger into your tightness. “No Master” You replied clenching around his finger. His eyes burned into yours before he smiled. “You just grind your pretty clit on your pillows, don’t you? Thinking about me? Wishing it was my thigh you were humping?” He teased. Noticing how your cheeks burned scarlet red and you looked away Anakin smirked. He slipped a second finger inside of you pushing in gently. A subtle moan escaped your lips and he hummed.

Anakin leaned down between your legs removing the glove from his hand. You felt the sting of cool metal around your thigh before his tongue pressed against your slit. “Master!” You whined shivering from the combining sensations. “Relax, love. I want you to enjoy this” He whispered quietly, languidly licking through your folds with intention. You could feel him deeply the way his force signature flowed with yours so perfectly clouding your senses with desire. Each flick of his tongue drew a desperate moans from your lips. His fingers delicately stretched you out quickening the pace before the heat in your stomach burned.

“Master I’m-I’m going too-” You sighed. “Cum for me my padawan, you have my permission” He smirked as you rolled your hips into him faster. His digits curled deeper into your walls stroking the perfect spot as you lifted your hips higher with a needy moan. Your body convulsed with pleasure around Anakin's fingers as he watched you with a smirk pulling away from your pussy, depriving you of any more pleasure. “Master” You whispered looking back up at him. “I know my darling. This will feel good for you too” He taunted revealing his cock to you.

His hard length sprung free from his boxers and he let it rest on your stomach. Admiring how his tip sat on your belly button. “Ready to feel me in your stomach angel?” He whispered pressing a disgustingly wet kiss to your lips. “Please” You nodded. “I want you to touch it first” He smirked taking your hand in his. Anakin spat into your hand making your eyes go wide. “Don’t get shy on me now” He whispered guiding your hand lower. Glancing down you wrapped your hand around the thickness wondering how that would ever fit inside of you. Your pinky barely touched your thumb as you held his cock.

“Good girl,” He whispered taking your wrist and moving your hand up and down his shaft like it was a fleshlight. “Squeeze tighter,” He said his hand clutching your wrist tight. You did as your master asked watching intently as he helped you jerk him off. “Ah-that’s my girl. Now you’re going to put me inside of you” Anakin smirked. “Master…I don’t know how” You told him. “I’ll show you” He growled leaning back until his tip was pressed to your clit making you squirm. Still holding him tight his dick slipped lower till he was pushing inside of you. “You take me so well baby” He rasped. You whined at the stretch. He filled you only halfway before tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’m only halfway baby” He grinned “Feeling full already?” You nodded squeezing your eyes shut. The pain was almost pleasurable, the feeling of his fat cock made your walls clench begging him to continue. He groaned as you squeezed and pushed further in. “That’s my good girl, you like it don’t you? The pain feels good” He dropped his head to your shoulder entering you fully with a quick thrust, his hips meeting yours. “Master” You squeaked locking your ankles around his waist. “You feel so fuckin’ tight,” He said before kissing you passionately.

Anakin thrusts in and out of you slowly. He watched how tight your cunt squeezed him as he moved. Your pussy clung to him desperately just as you did with your nails, digging them into his shoulder blades. You let out a choked sob and he smirked. “No tears, take it all padawan. You can do it sweet girl” He smirked before his tongue met your cheeks, tasting your tears. “Too much!” You cried out as his fingers met your swollen clit. “No, no, no. You wanted this sweet girl now. take. it” He growled building up his pace.

Hips snapping against yours it finally felt good as his cock reached all the right places, the relentless sting leaving you with only pleasure. As you moaned out Anakin’s mouth met yours inhaling every sound that left your mouth. “My innocent padawan-fuck-bleeding all over my cock” He smirked admiring the blood between both of you. “Master! P-Please, wanna cum on your cock” You pleaded loudly. “You cum on my cock when your master tells you to” He replied digging his teeth into your shoulder surely leaving a mark.

“Mine…all fucking mine. This pussy is mine. Say it!” He demanded tugging on your hair. “Yours all yours master! My pussy is yours” You yelped arching your back into him. He massaged your clit in tighter circles watching your face contort with pleasure on the edge of cumming. “Patience” He grunted with a few more sloppy thrusts. “Master” You gasped. “Yes?” “I want it inside” You whimpered. “Little cumslut” He groans biting your lip and pulling away before whispering. “Cum” The coil in your stomach snapped and you saw stars shaking around his thick cock. Your orgasm was electric as you felt his hot seed spill into you The thought of him impregnating you had your head spinning.

Anakin rutted into you lazily working you through your orgasm watching your eyes roll back mumbling praise to you. As the high wore off you were able to make out your master's cocky smirk as he looked down at you. You looked away nervously before he gripped your chin capturing your lips in a heated kiss desperate to taste you again. “Don’t act innocent now. You’re full of my cum angel, now you’re mine. Forever”

[dumplingsfordays]

hi! read your thighlover! gepard hcs and was wondering if you could do a fic where he just. snuggles his head between reader's thighs after a stressful day? maybe slightly suggestive bc of flirting but thats optional

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stressful days to peaceful afternoons

pairing - gepard x gn!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: slightly suggestive, gepard's a little touch-starved

note - you guys are killing me w these reqs like these are so good???? also this turned out to be super short so I'm sorry 😭😭 tysm though 🧷 nonnie <33 ily and have an amazing day/night!!

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"Geppie! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much!" you exclaim as you open the front door to greet your lover. He smiles tiredly in return, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead and making his way inside. You explain everything that you've been up to these past few days while he was gone as he removed his coat and boots - some guests came over, you helped out at the library, the plants that he was growing are doing... better, but you always returned to the fact that you were so happy that he was finally home.

Gepard is also very, very happy to see you, and also very relieved; however, those days that he'd spent rigorously training his soldiers left him with a constant headache throughout the time he'd spent there and on the way back home. He longed for peace, for warmth (the snowfields were very cold at this time of year), and he has you. Specifically, your thighs.

When he asked in that low, mumbling voice of his if you could lend him your thighs, you immediately agree with a chuckle.

"Of course, Geppie," you say, "You're always free to."

You guide him to the bedroom, where he finally plops down onto the bed and you scoot up to him. Wordlessly, Gepard wraps his hands around your waist and buries his head right between your thighs. He mumbles something, but fully relaxes when you thread your fingers through his hair and pet him gently.

"For a second I thought that you were aiming at something else," you giggle lightly, and you feel his chest shake as he laughs for a brief second before settling down.

He mumbles again, but this time it's a little clearer.

"If you want me to, I can."

Cheeks reddening, you give him a small, playful slap on the shoulder and you really can't help but grin.

In all honesty, though, you love moments like these. Calm, sweet, warm moments with your boyfriend were something that you wouldn't trade anything for. It did seem a little selfish to only let him go away for longer periods of time to come home and wear your thighs as his favorite earmuffs, but he obviously enjoyed it too, so it was kinda worth it.

After a moment of silence, Gepard mutters into your warm thighs.

"Do you have the rest of the day off?"

You think for a second before answering. "No, I don't think so."

"Can I stay like this for the whole day then?"

You laugh again and reach down to massage his broad shoulders and upper back.

"Definitely not stopping you, but you should eat dinner."

"Can my dinner be you?" he flirts in return, and you have half a mind to slap his shoulder once more.

[lalunanymph]

Riding on the nanami brainrot!!!! dawn as a bewitched!au enthusiast, it had me thinking about retired army general!nanami and a geisha!reader 🫶 what if after leaving the gojo clan, he settled down and became reader’s patron and they lived happily ever after 🥰

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i couldnt get this idea out of my mind and had to write something for it grrr thank you sm apple nonnie ily and your beautiful brain

tw for love making and suggestive themes

The ex-general of the great Gojo clan should be a man who was intimidated by many.

For truly, his countenance, stoic mien, and even the shock of fair hair on his head (so unnaturally light and a contrast to every common passerby on the street) would’ve marked him as a man who would not be into foolhardy pursuits.

But, in your months of living under his roof, you had come to find that General Nanami Kento was indeed an incredibly kind man.

“What are you doing?” 

Kento had awoken from his slumber, padding into the kitchen to find you standing by the stove, hair still in a disarray. A light scruff shadowed his chin, and his face was pinched with fatigue.

In answer, you tightened your silk sash, a teasing grin pulling on your face. “About to surprise you, of course.” 

The general is not a man to be trifled with. Hence, when he tilted his head to the side, unsure of what your coy entendre was supposed to mean, you were slightly terrified of his rejection.

What would he say to your next plan? Would he ridicule you and find it foolish? 

“Surprise?” His rough, low voice involuntarily sent shivers down your spine. “What kind of surprise?” 

The general does not like to be blindsided. Your answer was meek, almost like a girl who was about to be berated by her superior.

“I wanted to… I wanted to dance for you, Kento-san.” 

Now, his attention was piqued. Nanami’s back went ramrod straight, those dark eyes widening infinitesimally. “Dance for me? Why ever for?” 

He did not sound disappointed or peeved. Instead, you detected a note of curiosity in his genuine question—the first stirrings of a man who had never been indulged in such finery.

You had to hide a smirk behind your fall of hair. Only General Nanami—a man who brought an infamous geisha under his wing—would be taken aback by her natural want to charm and appease him. 

Your smile was partly patient, partly abashed. “Because,” you started, and walked over to him slowly. Nanami did not cringe back or let himself be bowed over by your sudden proximity; keeping his reactions fastened to his chest. “I want to do it.” 

His throat bobbed with a hard swallow. You could see the ripping flow of emotions erupting across his handsome features; a thread of desire overshadowed by his strict samurai stolidity.

“You do not have to do this.” His voice was soft, cottoned with gentleness. Giving you a route of escape should your mortification catch up with common sense. 

You shook your head. “Please, Nanami-san. Let me do this for you. I wanted to show you some lessons I remembered.” 

It had been a considerable amount of time since you last put on a Natsu wa Hotaru for men. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you strapped on your armour of gratitude towards this man who had housed, fed and clothed you with little to no expectation of any returning sentiments. Why General Nanami had chosen you—perhaps you may never know. But, you had learned to never question providence whenever it fell into your lap like a sleepy, curling kitten. 

Kento was in no obligation to give into your whims, but he eased himself into a cross-legged position onto the tatami floors, the split in front of his striped blue yukata showing off a web of whitened scars. 

You didn’t have any music to accompany you, but Mama-san always did say you had a beautiful humming voice. 

Graciously picking up the uchiwa fan—one of the only items you had taken from your old life in the okiya into your new one as part of his household—you held it above your head, warming up with a low hum. 

Your arm arched overhead, easing in front of your body with a slowed, graceful swoop. You recounted the steps perforated deep into your subconscious from Mama-san’s rigid lessons—spinning on your heel, lifting your head and eyes to the sun to give thanks for the summer. All the while, your voice never broke or petered off, rich and warm like the rays streaming through the paper thin shoji windows. 

Nanami did not move nor you suspected, breathed. He was hewed of stone, fists clenched atop of his lap. The only sign of movement were his eyes, steadily following every motion of your body. Men would often compliment how you moved like water—Mizu no Megami—they called you. 

The water goddess.

There was a fluidity to your motions which would put rainfall to shame, and Nanami was starting to believe why his comrades used to say geishas were the spirits of grace put right onto this earth. 

From the arch of your back, to the curve of your arms in midair, spinning the fan in your lithe fingers like you were one with its fluttering disposition, made him firmly believe you were an otherworldly being. 

And your voice… it never faltered. A sweet, rich octave which brought goosebumps to his skin.

All too soon, your performance ended. You were bright-eyed and warm in your cheeks, waiting for him to thaw, frozen in your ending position of knees bent, arms curved close to your waist. 

Instead of applauding, like rowdy men were wont to do, Nanami slowly got to his feet. 

He approached you, careful not to scare you with too quick of a movement, and soft as down, his large, scarred palms cupped your face. 

You were petrified, not with fear, but with baited desire. He stroked your cheeks, rough pads of his thumbs soothing on your far softer skin, and there was a look you knew all too well on his dear face. They reminded you of watching your onee-sans stagger back into the okiya, drunk and whispering that they would kill you if you told Mama-san of their evening whereabouts. Not much of where they had been, but who they were with.

Older men. Soldiers. Politicians.

Everyone of them wore a secret, satisfied smile like they were sated from a huge meal after starving for decades. Now, years later when you were free from the constrictions of tight obis and etiquette, you could see desire plainly in the open air—finally free to indulge in it.

His lips touched yours in the softest of caresses, and you didn’t fight him off when he swept you into the seam of his embrace. Your body fell against his—like two pieces of Go flushed together, slotting perfectly in each other’s spaces, finding a clear path towards a release of intensity which brimmed and brimmed; eventually bubbling over.

Nanami removed your obi, pulling down your simple, sakura-patterned sobe panels, revealing the tender rise of your shoulders to his touch. He kissed a pathway down your neck, marking his territory right on your collarbones; bold enough to touch his tongue to your pulse point.

Your soft gasp thrilled through the morning air, drops of unfettered desire clinging between both of your bodies like a film of sweat. 

“Tell me to stop,” Kento’s gruff voice breached through the fog in your mind, drawing you down into deeper depths of rapture. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.” 

“I do not,” you replied back, heavy in breath and intention when you softly rested your palms on his scarred chest. Without a lingering second for him to chart your intentions and misconstrue them, you unwound his own yukata sash, feeling more of his rough, pale skin under your wandering touch. “I want you, Kento. I want you, it burns.” 

That was enough for Nanami to discard years of training to tame his emotions. The beast within was roaring to claim you, his blood singing like it would whenever he was about to rush into a battlefield. But, this time, it wasn’t severed limbs or broken bones awaiting him, but the terrains of your body drawing him to unleash his brute desire. 

Nanami was brash when he lifted you up, your feet dangling in midair, only to be swept into the crevice of his arms. He brought you to the bedroom with barely any effort exerted, not a droplet of sweat rolling down his sharp cheekbones and sunken temples. 

Gently this time, he laid you on the futon, covering your entire body with his bigger build. You had never noticed how starkly a man towered over you, until you were in this position to look up at him. Wonder stained your sighs, those wide eyes gleaming with a girl-like innocence charming as it tugged on his soul. 

Kento felt a warmth unlike any other he had ever encountered in his arduous life; like a thousand bees were swarming in his chest, warming up the cavities of his austere ribcage housing his equally stony heart. 

His large hands swept down your shoulders, parting your kimono further apart, until the panels were splayed around your naked body. Those dark eyes appraised the crease in between your thighs, memorising them like it was his next terrain to conquer. 

Nanami was never a man who gave into the screamings of flesh, but in this instance, he felt like his veins were sparked with gunpowder—igniting from the base of his spine to the tips of his toes. 

“You are beautiful.”

That lavish praise tumbled freely from his parted mouth, burying itself underneath your blooming affections. 

However, his next words sent you reeling, like a bare branch tumbling in a storm, when he uttered: 

“I want to ruin you.”

His lips descended back onto yours, kissing with an ardour that would’ve frightened a more modest woman. Modesty—thankfully—was not part of your script, and you returned his kiss with an equal zeal that many men would find loose and unbecoming. 

From the ends of your hair to the crest of your toes, your body pulsed with an unbridled heat for him. You were soaked in between your thighs. 

Such simple kisses were making you unravel, unlike a tapestry whose loose thread had the power to undo the striking masterpiece. You were crumbling for Kento, relenting to his relentless passion. 

The taste of sleep and his skin was strong with every curl of his tongue on yours. Something hard and foreign was poking your thigh, and Kento’s strong hips undulated, his mind losing control of his body.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly, eyeing the lines between both of your bodies with a gleam in those dark, unfathomable eyes. 

You cupped his face to yours, admiring every instance of those beautiful features with their scars and faint wrinkles. A part of you wondered—as he shoved his yukata off to one side of the room—if your children would have his blonde hair. 

Nanami’s cock was imposing and resting on your thigh. His kisses were unhurried now, and they were traversing lower and lower down your body. He nipped your collarbones. Kissed your jaw and scraped his teeth on your pulse point. That same mouth roamed in between your breasts, finding the peaks of your stiff nipples and sucking on them tenderly, mouthing on them like he was attempting to extract some deeper essence from your willing body. 

Your breathing hitched when he dared to roam lower—right towards the apex of your body where your lust was undeniable. 

Kento gently parted your thighs, resting deeper in between the promised crease. His mouth touched your pelvis first, sending what felt like hot flashes up your spine. And the moment you felt his mouth on your tender parts, you were sure you moaned loud enough to wake up the old teamaker next door. 

“Kento,” you gasped, disregarding all of your etiquette training to succumb to the lust like you were no better than the harlots walking down cobblestone pavements at night. “Oh! Oh…” 

His tongue was working you into a frenzy, and those thick fingers ran through the seam of your sticky heat, parting your folds to get to the heart of your desire. One thick, calloused finger rubbed firm circles on your sensitive nub, eliciting a tremble in your thighs you had only experienced when standing for too long on a hot day. 

“Kento,” you gasped out, almost purring his name like a wanton whore. “Oh—I-I’m—” you broke off, unable to speak past the pleasure knotting underneath your sternum, making you stutter and choke. Your eyes watered, tears dripping down your cheeks; smeared by loving kisses from the man above you who watched your fall with pure rapture. 

How your brows knitted together, how your mouth fell open, a scream rebounding across the room…

“Shit,” Kento cursed, unable to help himself from driving his hips deeper and deeper into your body. “Shit, shit, shit—I’m—”

His stuttered moan was heralded by a well of warmth filling you up. The ecstasy of belonging to Kento; of feeling him melt into your walls, was the sweetest sin unlike any other. You lived for his flushed cheeks, his feral snarl, his handsome face contorting like it was in pain…

He slumped atop of you, pushing you further into the futon until your chest was smothered from the full weight of him. But, deprivation of air was not your main concern, not when Kento was kissing down your forehead, cheeks and jaw like you were a precious jewel he had just found out was real. 

Your giggle was a sweet sublime balm for his soul, and he smiled like the first warm rays of a summer morning. 

A tenderness unlike any other rooted itself in your soul, and for the first time, you figured out why men would go to war for love; why women sacrificed parts of their souls and bodies for a mere sliver of hope that their love would bloom eternally. 

Your eyes were open, and your heart welcomed every drop of his presence. 

Kento brushed the back of his knuckles down your cheek, expression softening when you began to grin.

“I did not hurt you?” 

Soft as down, you pressed his knuckles to your lips, kissing them softly. “No.”

The stoic samurai tried his best to hide how pathetically his heart raced at your tiny gesture, but his growing smile told the full truth, slowly coming to light like the indentations of a secret message upon paper being shaded in with charcoal. 

“We should be getting up for breakfast.” Ever the worrier, Kento was concerned about your lack of nutrition; if you were already starving and he had overtaxed you. 

But, your returning grin was part deific and part exasperation for the older man before you; filled with a gentleness your scarred and scared heart had never felt in her lifetime.

“We should,” you hummed in agreement. Neither of you made a move to leave each other’s embrace, and the morning sun continued speckling dancing shadows of waving sakura branches against the shoji windows.

©️ LALUNANYMPH

[l3viat8an]

ROOO I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR YOU

1 HOW ARE YOU??? HOW IS YOUR HEAD??? 

2 WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK TO US???

3 not a question but I miss you :( 

4 DO YOU STILL LOVE LEVI OR HAVE YOU ABANDONED HIM???

pls answer when you feel better ily 

LUCKY FOR YOU NONNIE I HAVE ANSWERS!!!-

1; I’m officially cleared!! (‘n have been for over a week but other stuff came up ‘n I was busy 😭) doctor said I’m fine and can go back to life as usual with no restrictions! but if I randomly faint or my head hurts- etc- I have to go back for another re-check.

2; How about now? I mean- I could leave again if you want me to but I have asks to catch up on ‘n drafts I wanna finish first jsjsjsj

3; I missed you too sugar!! I really missed my whole blog sm 😭🫶🏻

4; OFC I STILL LOVE LEVI!!! THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!! LIKE- HOW COULD I EVERRR ABANDON MY FAVORITE LOSER???

‘n if I didn’t still love Levi I’d have to rebrand my blog which sounds like too much work rn lolol

I love you more sugar <333

[purple-babygirl]

COOKIE ANON HERE 🍪 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ DON'T CALL ME DADDY PART 3 WAS SO GOOD!!! AHHHH PURPLE I LOVE IT!!!

-🍪

OMG HIII💜💜💜 I can't believe you read it already I'm so happy rn:"💜 Thank you so so much, cookie anon you're too kind to me💜💜💜💜

[mystra-midnight]

hi there, i’d like to order one lamington please!

i’m a short, curvy, blue eyed girl who loves wearing jeans, listening to music and painting :) i’d love a boyfriend who’d take care of me but also make me laugh

and also absolutely rail me in the bedroom

sweet nonnie, thank you so much for sending in an order! ily and hope you enjoy your sweet treat, which I also got carried away with! <3 <3

I ship you with . . . Astarion!

Astarion is a man of eclectic taste and is a many faceted individual.

He is a man who can appreciate your love of music, whether it is classical or more modern. He enjoys those quiet moments when you are in his lap, watching him strum at his lute, watching him as though transfixed.

He also enjoys the nuances of art; if you wanted him to post among the flowers, he would. If you wanted him to pose nude on the settee while you draw him — like one of your French girls — he would.

“Don’t move,” you said again, your voice soft yet commanding. Your eyes flicked up over the canvas to where he was draped over the settee, his pale skin bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. The blanket, haphazardly thrown over his hips and thighs, left just enough to the imagination yet teased with the promise of what lay beneath. His chest rose and fell slowly with the illusion of breath, each movement accentuating the curve of his muscles, the lines of his collarbones casting shadows across his alabaster skin.

The roses you’d placed beside him matched the colour of his eyes: a deep vermillion, dark and hypnotic, like the first spill of blood on fresh snow. His gaze was steady and unwavering as he watched you, an intensity in his eyes that made your pulse quicken. There was something predatory in how he studied you as if he were less the subject of your painting and more of a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. 

“You seem to be enjoying this, petal,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing. His lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes never left yours.

“Maybe I am,” you answered, dipping the brush into the paint again, refusing to let him distract you. Yet, there was no denying the warmth spreading through your blood or how your breath hitched when his gaze lingered too long. Astarion shifted, a subtle movement that drew your attention back to him.

The blanket slipped just a little, exposing more of his skin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional. He was a picture of temptation, perfectly poised and posed, but there was something else, too — a vulnerability that only you could see, hidden beneath the surface. For a moment, your hand faltered, your brush moving in the wrong direction as you looked at him.

“Stay still,” you murmured, but the words came out softer than you intended, almost like a plea.

He loves seeing his partners comfortable in their own skin. It’s something that he craves, having spent so long at war with himself — hating every scar, every flaw, and using his body as a weapon rather than something worthy of love.

He would never complain or judge you because of the way you look or the way you dress, whether dressed up in something that clings to your curves or lounging in oversized clothes that feel like a second skin. You’re always gorgeous to him, and he never hesitates to let you know.

On the days when doubt creeps in — those quiet, insidious moments when you can’t see yourself the way he does — he’ll be there to remind you.

He cupped your cheeks in his palms, cold and steady, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His vermillion hues, dark and rich like wine, crashed against your ocean eyes, a collision of elements—fire and water, passion and calm. His touch was grounding, his fingers firm but gentle, and at that moment, the world outside faded into nothing. It was just the two of you, the heat of his palms against your skin, the steady rhythm of your breath filling the silence.

“You see yourself through such a narrow lens, petal,” he said softly, his voice low, almost reverent. He brushed his thumbs along the curve of your cheekbones, tracing the delicate lines of your face as if memorising every detail. “But I see all of you. Every part of you. And I wish you could see what I see.”

His words were quiet, but they sank deep, settling in the pit of your stomach and spreading warmth through your chest. There was no judgement in his eyes, no hesitation — only an unwavering certainty that made it impossible for you to look away. Astarion searched your gaze as if he were looking for something beyond the surface, something only he could understand. And maybe he found it.

Your heartbeats quickened, the weight of his hands anchoring you in the moment, steadying you against the swirling thoughts that had held you captive for much too long. The insecurities, the doubts — they suddenly seemed so small, so insignificant as he looked at you like that, with such intensity, as though you were the only thing in his world.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his lips curving into the faintest smile. His hand shifted, one thumb brushing across your lower lip, a touch so soft that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Every time you forget, I’ll remind you.” There was a promise in his voice, unspoken but certain, as if he was pledging to chase away every shadow that haunted your reflection.

And as his thumb lingered on your lip, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, you knew he meant it.

And yet, for all his old-world charm and silver tongue, Astarion is a devil underneath. He knows that he is a flame and that others are moths that flock to him.

He has learned how to read people: the subtle changes in their expression and body language. He can hear the wild thundering of your heart when you’re thinking about him, and he can smell the arousal between your thighs. He’s a vampire, after all. And it leaves his head in the clouds each and every time.

In your eyes, Astarion is kind and gentle yet somewhat wild. He can give you precisely what you need: soft love and affection in those moments of doubt or rough dominance when you need to glimpse the Celestial Heavens. And you would not have him any other way.

You felt boneless, like your legs would give out at any moment. Except his hands on your hips kept you from collapsing, their grip the only thing tethering you to reality. His fingers pressed into your skin, grounding you in the moment, reminding you that you weren’t falling — not really — but sinking into something deeper, something undeniable.

His hands tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer until he was buried within your slick, warm walls. The feeling of him filling you made your breath hitch, the heat between your thighs almost unbearable. His chest pressed firmly against your back, skin-to-skin, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the way his body moulded to yours, the way every subtle movement seemed to ripple through your core.

The soft bristle of his chin brushed against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your ear. His breath on your skin made your pulse race, and each inhale was filled with the heady scent of him. It was intoxicating and overwhelming, as though you could lose yourself in the rhythm of his hollow breathing, in the slow and deliberate way he moved within you.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing your earlobe. The soft, teasing kiss that followed sent a shiver down your spine, a full-body tremor he felt as much as you did. His voice dropped lower, becoming a sultry hum reverberating through your body, making every nerve alight with sensation. “Are you close, petal?”

You nodded, the words lodged somewhere in your throat, your breath too unsteady to form a coherent response. All you could manage was a whimper, a sound that came from deep in your chest as his grip on your hips tightened. His thumbs traced slow, maddening circles into your skin, grounding you yet driving you closer to the edge, teasing a fine line.

He shifted, his hips pressing forward, deeper, as his lips trailed soft, wet kisses down the curve of your neck, igniting sparks that bloomed across your skin. Each movement, each kiss, was deliberate, as if he knew exactly what you needed, pushing you closer and closer to the brink until you felt like you were unravelling beneath him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, sending another shockwave through you. His voice was full of raw desire, but there was tenderness there too, a dominance, a possessiveness, a love. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His breath ghosted against your ear as he spoke, his tone coaxing, laced with a dark promise that made your body tense in anticipation. And just like that, the last of your control slipped away, your body tightening around him, every muscle quivering as you gave in to the rising heat, to him.

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[amyreads]

amy, ily. i’m sorry some mean anons and their mean asks have made you so nervous.

love u too nonny its okay <3 I feel like it's a thing of the past finally! my inbox has been really joyful lately! (I just can't answer anything until after December 1st ahhhh)

[osarina]

'Rina, I am a die-hard fan of your fics! I was just wondering if it was okay to ask you if had any advice for kinnies trying to get into writing, fanfics? Your style seems so natural, and I love how you write our favorite suicidal maniac.

<3

AHHHHH NONNIE YOU'RE SO SWEET ILY, IM GIVING YOU THE TIGHTEST HUG -- i made a general post right here, i hope it can help a little bit! if you have any specific questions, pop back in and ill answer them as best i can!

[trashlie]

I've been hoping for Shinae to have some much needed girl talk to help her reflect. It's a matter of sharing different perspectives. Using only her own experiences will not be enough to navigate her through relationships or life. This a great opportunity for her to vent her frustrations with something so personal and open up to the girls. I don't think she ever has before.

There's a panel in episode 203 where Rika advices Maya "you can't tell him you like him just because he gives you attention." She can impart her wisdom onto Shinae so she can put an end to her wishy washy feelings and figure out who she likes.

And then there's Maya! She was the one pushing for Shinae to date Dieter and helped set up her friendship with Nol. And she happens to be the most privy to her friendship with Minhyuk. She can compare the differences in her behavior towards the boys and help distinguish her feelings. If there's no doubt Shinae cares for Nol as much as she does for her best friend, then get her to think about why this friend in particular is able to fluster her, overwhelm her, rile her up, and hurt her this deeply in ways Minhyuk never has.

And the words will echo, "Because you love him." Or maybe the answer will haunt her in her kissy kissy dreams.

While I'm dying to see Maya, the shipper come out, I also want Shinae to mention Alyssa, the girlfriend. Would she become another bodyguard like Minhyuk, weary of the friend who acts hot and cold? (Her own guilt also being tied to their incident) Or would she realize Nol had the positive affect of opening her up where Alyssa's negative impact closed her off? Something even Minhyuk never quite managed to do.

Besides Dieter can snap at dumbass Nol instead. Boy deserves it. He's a hypocrite sending mixed signals to Shinae by drawing her in only to push her away again. Not to mention he's been keeping everyone at arm's length. But I also feel like Dieter has in some ways kept his distance from people because of his military brat lifestyle. He's used to people coming and going so he never bothered to get to know the real Nol and was even ready to let him go without a fight. He's always been passive and I think standing up for himself and voicing his feelings about this situation will help him become more proactive in his relationships because the two people involved, whom he loves and admires, inspired him to be.

I want their friendship to grow stronger from this. For all three of them.

Speaking of Alyssa. It is going to be devastating watching her go down the wrong path. She's impressionable vulnerable and being influenced by the worst people imaginable who want her isolated from anyone who can help her. The more her popularity rises, the higher the stakes will be for her. She'll have several rumors following her around but they can be swept under the rug with power, money, and good PR, for a certain price she might be pressured to pay of course. I can even see her continuing to turn against Nol and Shinae out of self-preservation, if their bad history threaten to make everything she's been through go in vain. What was it all for if all for naught?

That's why I think the real final blow is going to come from Yujing exposing the fxk out these monsters in charge. Despite her being a victim of something bigger than her, the public will want to tear her apart and paint her as ugly an image as her groomers. This is all worst case scenario and maybe things won't go so bleak for her.

I just want her to break free, redeemed or not, whether of her own will or others fighting for justice for people like her.

Spoilers for ILY FP 234 in here! Scroll away, scroll away if you do not want to be spoiled!

Oh Nonny you do not know HOW BADLY I have been wanting this Maya and Shinae Girl Talk! Or maybe you do lmao but look I CANNOT WAIT I CANNOT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!

There's something about how Shinae and Maya are starting over as friends - real friends, friends on the same level, because don't get me wrong, Maya has always cared about Shinae - why else did she tackle Kousuke at the hospital if she didn't? - it's just it was so clouded by all of her jealousy, too. They never found a way to connect because Shinae had never been interested in the things Maya is - and not even because she looks down on Maya's interests, there's just never been room in her life for her to indulge in these kinds of things. Fashion and make up are things she can't afford so she doesn't take interest. It would just make her feel worse about what she can't have. Romance has no room in her life when she's been living day to day just trying to survive.

But finally!!! FINALLY!!!!! She has made a sense of peace for now, and FINALLY she is feeling something that Maya can recognize.

I think, yes, Maya is so perfect for this role not only because she is the one with the silly romantic fantasies, but YESSSSS because she is the person who has watched Shinae change since Nol entered her life, has watched how Shinae has grown since befriending those boys.

Something that I keep remarking on is that so much of Nol and Shinae's relationship has developed outside other others' views. Do either Soushi or Dieter even know what transpired at the formal? I can't imagine they do! So much happened that night that transformed Shinae's life and made them into people she can depend on, and while Minhyuk and Simhan can concede Shinae is acting out of character, they can't fathom WHY she would be, besides the obvious fact that she needs sleep. But MAYA. MAYA is attuned to these things. She's the one who can connect the dots.

I desperately need BOTH an echo of "Because you love him" AND a kissy kissy dream. I'm so greedy, I need it ALL. If that's what it takes to get through to Shinae, SO be it. To watch her reel in abject horror at the idea of having FEELINGS of LOVING in that way and be further haunted by it in a dream that leaves her feeling bereft upon waking? GIVE IT TOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

I might be in the minority here but.... considering the way Maya seems to ship LMAO and the way she loves all those really bad shoujo manga lmao I wonder if a part of her wouldn't be really open to the whole idea of it lmao. Like, oooh so saucy a forbidden romance? And what's more? His girlfriend is that ex friend of yours? STEAL THAT MAN FROM HIM!!!!!!!!!! lmao Maya, like Minhyuk, has that protective streak when it comes to Shinae, but I think Maya also has a favor for romance and romanticizing things. Also lmao is Shinae even going to MENTION Alyssa? Much like everyone else but Nana, I wonder if Shinae has even remembered Alyssa, if she would dare confess that the boy Maya thinks she likes (so not ready to admit her feelings lmao) is dating the very person who gave Shinae all of this trauma lmao

Because yes, I think like you suggested, Maya might see the positive effects Nol has had on Shinae, how much she has GROWN since meeting him. The fact that Shinae has never so much as had a crush on people that she can tell, and now she's beating herself up over him? I think where Minhyuk is trying to calm down his guard dog instincts lol, maybe Maya would approach it from a different angle, less practical and pragmatic.

It could even be something more so like... asking Shinae to imagine what her life would be like if he DID leave. Could she bear that? Less about what kind of person he looks like and more about what kind of person he turns her into. But also I would love if Shinae could open up a little about Nol - so far she's only talked to Minhyuk about him and even then he doesn't know EVERYTHING. I want Shinae to tell someone about the formal - that the drugs weren't Nol's but instead they belonged to someone Nol was trying to save her from, that he took the blame for someone else's doing. I don't think she's even had the chance to really clear his name for everyone else! They just know what they've seen in the media, on tv. Just the whole fact that like.... he was trying to save her is so important in understanding part of what makes Nol so special, that the Nol she knows isn't what the media is trying to make him out to be ;__________;

I really do look forward to getting to see Dieter call out Nol and, yes, be a little more proactive in his own life. Even if he's gotten used to people coming and going, I want him to call out Nol for the fact that he was just. Going to leave them like that, like he felt like it wouldn't impact their lives when it does! Something about everything that transpired on this night is that Shinae is the ONLY ONE yet who knows why Nol did that, who knows how he feels. I mean, I like to hope his I love you hug reached them, but he also owes Dieter and Soushi some explanations.

But yes, I also want him to call out Nol on how he's treating her. Like... she cares SO MUCH about you how can you keep hurting her, how are you going to put the moves on her and then shove her away like that? When all Dieter ever wanted was for Shinae to maybe change how she feels about him, to see him in a new light. And fine, it won't happen, but the very least Nol could do is treat her better, stop hurting her, stop lying to all of them ;AAAAAA;

It's a much needed heart to heart that will improve their friendship, I really feel it! There's a lot of clearing the air that needs go to on, but I can't fathom Nol walking forward without his friends at this point. It's that juxtaposition between him and Kousuke - he has what Kousuke doesn't ;A;

I just want her to break free, redeemed or not, whether of her own will or others fighting for justice for people like her.

SOBS NONNY YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I FEEL THIS, TOO ;___________; and seeing other people express this!!!!!!!

and that's the thing, isn't it? You're right - no matter what gets exposed, so many people are always going to hold it against her whatever happens to her. Even if it becomes evident she was groomed, that she's been manipulated, that these powerful people have been preying on her, there will ALWAYS be victim-blamers. There will always be people who shame her for chasing fame, because none of them know her. That's the crux of the prison Alyssa has created for herself. She wants love and validation, but all she will receive is conditional love - and that's not love. They'll only love her as long as she has the image they want, as long as she does want they want, as long as the investors are pumping money into her - and we don't want to talk about what she'll have to do to continue to earn their favor ;_____;

No one - none of those fans, none of those netizens, none of those investors - are ever going to know, or even care, about who Alyssa really is, and what motivates her. I mean... I guess the investors care, in that they know how to use it to manipulate her..... ugh.

So often young women are blamed for falling victim to predators, to being groomed. And yes, I concede that to some degree, Alyssa might know what's going on. She might, on some level, acknowledge that the road to fame is not.... easy. But I think she also so desperately believes the end will justify the means that she thinks it's okay, that she'll get through this.

But she won't.

She'll always be at the mercy of the fans, of the media, of the investors, of Gun Kim. And it hurts meeeeeeeeee.

Like you, I just want her to break free. What Alyssa really wants the most is to feel like she's in control, but the path she's headed down is going to forsake ALL the control she has of her life, and if she thinks that the love and validation she'll receive as a result will make it all worth it, she's going to find herself so, so wrong. None of that love means anything when it loves a fake version of herself, someone she has to play, a persona that she'll have to wear more than her real self.

She'll just find herself more alone than ever, and I'm really afraid that she may even lose Meg in all of this. That she may, yes, have to rebuke Nol, that she may have to turn against people thinking that it will bring her to her ultimate goal but instead she'll just find herself further and further from it.

When I say I want her to fail, to crash and burn, I don't mean it because I think she needs to experience pain, because I want to seek revenge on Shinae or Nol. I mean, I think this is the only way she'll ever learn to love herself first and foremoest, to put her own opinion first, to stop caring so much about others and find love for herself where no one else will give it. I want Alyssa to be FREE and I'm so scared that she'll never get there. ;___________; Alyssa is a character I've come to care SO MUCH about. Watching these predators prey on all of her weaknesses, to hit her right where it hurts, to butter her up and offer her that much coveted praise, to give her this false promise of something better, something worth it ;____________;

I wish she could have seen herself the way Shinae did. I wish Shinae could have ben enough. I wish Alyssa hadn't been so afraid of a secret she wanted no one, not even Shinae, to know that she could have known peace letting Shinae love her for all she really is ;__________________;

[purple-babygirl]

I was just watching once upon a Time with the mad hatter and I saw the scene where he kidnaps the blonde girl and drugs are and brings her into his house gives her tea with some type of drug and I was wondering if you might do a story like that but after he drugs her he ravages her and has wild sex with her would that be something that you would want to write about I mean if you're not comfortable with it that's fine I understand

Oh I love this idea, nonnie! Are we talking like somnophilia or does he wait for her to wake up? Which one were you thinking? Also would you be comfortable with a pregnancy kink? No real pregnancy, just the kink of cumming inside and whatnot.

Let me know and while it might take me a while, I think I can definitely write you a good one for this idea!💜💜 Thank you so much for stopping by💜💜💜💜💜