#sending u kithes !! !! !!

[miyaagis]

I'm astonished, angry and satisfied by your Kuroo story. I've never felt so wronged but satisfied lol. I honestly hope Kuroo suffers in the end like really really badly for praising Yuko while doing it with her multiple times. I'm so confused how he can worship Yuko while doing it with her then acting all loving with his wife... honestly you're story impacted me .... And that's a compliment

I think that's the thing with infidelity. like, kuroo loves and cares for his wife, but yuko brings a new feeling that he won't find at home. he's confused too but I guess he just went with it and that's how he ended up in this predicament

and thank u so, so much for sending this. I'm always happy to read your reactions to the fic !

[fleuraimer]

hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

[wikitpowers]

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[sleepis4theweak]

Hello sleepy

Helloooooooooo :)

[onlyseokmins]

Hi! I’ve finally finished reading $60 billion and what a beautiful journey it was 🥹 You’re writing was so amazing, I was sucked into the universe with the way you described everything. And the characters were so well developed and lovable too (I have a massive crush on Pastor Cheol 🤧). I srsly wasn’t expecting the ending at all!! It was soooo good and it makes me wish there was more to read 😫 thank you so much for sharing such an amazing story!! ❤️❤️❤️

Omg thank you so so so much for saying so!!! ❤️ And for reading! I really had a lot of fun with the universe, lore, characterization and ending hehe 🙏 I tend to get wordy, so I'm glad you liked all the description 🥺 totally means the world to me!! 🤭 I don't blame you for having a crush on pastor!cheol - listen if seok's character didn't also exist in the universe, I 100000% would've been crushing on the grumpy pastor too 😂 actually he was my most favorite character to write (and read about canonly) and w/ all the love he's getting... Mayhaps I will be tempted to do a spinoff for him 😭 and finally hahah >:) I'm a stickler for plot twists 💃 ty ty again for reading and sending in such a nice ask 🥰

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[espectres]

sleep & relaxation!!

sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often? 

Shou averages around 4 hours on free nights, and mostly doesn't sleep more than a couple hours on school nights, if he sleeps at all. Before Claw was over, Shou didn't have to worry about sleepless nights, there was always something to do, places he had to be, flights he had to catch, things he has to carry out as his father's inner eye in the organization and with his "job" of going around japan beating up people. After all is said and done though, Shou doesn't find peace in the passive nights spent in his new room at his mother's. Shou's sleeping schedule is anything but a schedule to be honest, he has chronic insomnia, something that resulted from the constant stress and paranoia that came hand in hand with his life at Claw, along with the reoccurring nightmares that hasn't given him peace for the past 3-4 years due to many psychologically difficult situations he ended up facing.

Getting him to get a good night's rest is quite difficult, requires a lot of conditions, and even then he still sleeps lightly, he's a light sleeper, always on the ready for anything urgent. When he isn't particularly worried about getting nightmares (it's rare that he doesn't worrry) he can't sleep too far from anyone he fully trusts. He's almost unable of sleeping all alone. He can't sleep in a place without mapping out all exits and enters. He can't sleep when he's sick because the idea of not being able to defend himself keeps him wide awake.

The nightmares shaking him wide awake became a major problem around the age of ten, and thinking about them before going to bed was enough to easily shake sleep off Shou on most nights ever since. Fukuda ( Shou's healer lackey ) is the closest person Shou could get to a personal doctor, and he is the one who tried best to help Shou cope around the insomnia. Little things like staying by his side most nights or hiding any source of caffeine from the teenager, but at the end he was a healer, not a doctor. Although he couldn't help much, he was kind enough to privately talk to Shou's mother and help her get an understanding of Shou's struggles, advising on not leaving him alone, not forcing him to talk about his nightmares, to be careful around him when he's experiencing nightmares because he can get really violent at times, etc.

And yes, he does get naps, these become mostly scheduled after his mother's advice, like a couple hours after returning from school, and it does help him a lot. Aside from that he can nap at the wildest places and times if he's really tired, the dinner table at 8 am, behind the couch of Fukuda's apartment at 5 pm, on his own roof at 3 pm, anywhere with anyone he trusts at any given not supposed to be sleeping time.

[wikitpowers]

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[demonstars]

i've decided i'll jsut reread the your lie in april manga

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