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#I draw my boy and he has to give a smooch

toaster-fire-art · 2 months

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silly little cross over doodles I did a while back with a me and my friend @millidank 's OCs that stem from us hyperfixating back-and-forth on our charcters instead of doing our classwork.

#my art #toasterfireart #just some dudes being bros #I draw my boy and he has to give a smooch #millidank #@millidank I'm going to kiss you (you've been warned)#oc doodles #my oc #my oc is nicky #friend's oc #milli's is cassius #tw scars #btw #cw smoking #idk how else to tag this lol

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 1 year

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Taking Care

Papa Emeritus IV x Nanny/Sister of Sin!Reader

TW: smut obviously, cheating, mentions of alcoholism and drug use, child does get hurt at one point but they are okay!, mentions of pregnancy, breeding smut, mentions of condoms in case that makes you uncomfy. Let me know if there's anything else I need to add, things get a little heavy in this one.

Word Count: 10.4k

This started off as a dirty little scandalous idea, actually based on a previous fandom I used to write for, and it turned into a big thing... As all of my fics do. I don't think I'm capable of writing anything short anymore. Also @sweatandwoe came up with the title 😉

Anyway! Papa IV has a horrible Prime Mover who is never present at home, and it leads to him developing some feelings for the nanny. Enjoy!

𝘓𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘰... Copia thought to himself as he fondly observed the sight before him, framed by the paned glass door leading to the balcony: his little one bouncing on your hip as you cooed at him, trying to get the bambino back to sleep. The antipope had returned home late from the ministry offices, as he often did, entering his suite completely exhausted, kicking off his shoes to let his aching feet relax, perking back up a bit upon laying eyes on you.

Eyes glossed over as a cheery little smile came to his face, he simply watches as you saunter back and forth, his progeny lulling back to sleep in your arms. Before he even realizes, his sore feet carry him right out to the balcony, making his presence known.

"Oh! Good evening, Papa!" you whisper, not wanting to rouse the little one.

"No need for such formalities, 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢..." he mocks you with a wink.

A faint blush colors your cheeks; always so charismatic, even when he's as tired as he looks. Luckily before you can put more thought into it, baby Giovanni stirs a little, sitting back up and eyes popping open.

"Sh, sh, shhh..." you hum pressing a kiss to his little head.

"D-deh..." he whines reaching out towards Copia.

Letting out a little shocked gasp, you feign, "Who's that? Who is he, huh? Is that Daddy?"

With the sweetest giggle, the little one exclaims for his Da-da, reaching out again.

Copia swoops right over, playfully bending down to smooch his only son, getting a bit of black face paint on the soft fuzz of the little one's head. "Whoopsies, we'll have to wash you up, piccolino," he runs a finger delicately over his little cheek.

As Copia stands up straight again, and his baby stretches right back out for him.

"I think someone wants Daddy, yeah?" you try to urge your boss to take the bundle in your arms.

Instead, he does the unexpected. Wrapping an arm around the small of your back, he pulls you flush to him, cocooning his son between you. You and Copia both have an arm supporting the baby, as he holds you both close to him.

"Someone wants Daddy, sì?" he asks, and you're not sure if that was for you or Gio. Either way, it draws another blush to your cheeks.

Copia looks you over, eyes softening now that his little one is safe between you. In your avoidance of eye contact, you didn't see him lean in, only feeling his lips press softly to your forehead; surely you would have a mark as his child did. The softest gasp escapes you; it isn't lost on you that things had not been well for some time between him and his Prime Mover...

Maybe you were reading too much into it. Perhaps he was just being affectionate. You knew he could be handsy, and he'd had a long day; he was probably just seeking a moment of comfort before bed.

"Let's go put him down for the night, eh?" Copia motions to his baby boy.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed he drifted back off. Snapping back into action to take him to bed, Copia stops you, scooping the bundle from your arms, giving you a warm smile as he disappears back inside to the nursery connected to his bedroom. You trail behind the man to make sure he won't need help with anything.

Laying the little one in his basinet, Copia offers him one last goodnight kiss and jokingly promises not to disturb him again. The man turns to see you standing in the doorway, illuminated by the soft glow of the night light in the room.

"I should retire to bed before he wakes again in a few hours," you dutifully remark, eyes cast down and thumbs twirling together.

Gloved fingers brush your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "It's a blessing having you here." Softly he cups your jaw, while his other hand grips your waist, effectively pinning you to the door frame. "May I kiss you, cara mia?"

Wide eyed, you stare up at him as about a million thoughts race through your mind. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢? 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯... 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦? 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯...

Copia inhales and starts to straighten up, "It's quite alright if you don't want to, cara. I do apologize if I made you uncomf-"

Snapping out of your thoughts, your arms snake around his neck and your lips crash into his. Immediately, his hands cradle the back of your head and your waist, keeping you flush against him. The way his mouth moves against yours is sinful to say the least; he's quick to use his tongue, tracing it across your bottom lip before giving it a quick nip with his teeth. It was masterful really.

Within seconds, your mouth was giving him access, his tongue desperately wanting to meet yours, which drew a small whimper from you. While he moved excitedly within your mouth, you were more hesitant. Stupid as it may sound, you weren't sure you wanted to tempt him more; you had already totally crossed the line and disrespected your Prime Mover.

You know Copia isn't the kind to cheat, but he's been so miserable lately, always arguing with her, only for her not to remember a thing because she's so intoxicated. She was always out at parties and hardly ever home, and when she was in his suites, she was practically out of her mind. He's been trying so hard to get her the help she needs, but she won't take it. She likes the money, the power, the drink and drugs her position can afford her more than the life she's made here in the Abbey. It's sad really, especially with the baby involved.

The heat of the kiss had simmered down a lot and Papa slowly pulls away from you, searching your eyes for what went wrong. "I'm sorry, Papa, I shouldn't have- It was completely inappropriate of me to-" You try to pull away from him, but you only manage to slide your hands down to his chest before his grip on you returns, holding you close.

He swiftly pulls you outside the child's nursery and lightly clicks the door shut, so as not to disturb him.

"Papa, I'm- I'm so sorry..." It barely comes as a whisper.

"For what, tesoro? Giving me the kiss that I offered to you first? Now that's the real slight against me," he quips playfully, giving you a warm smile.

You hated to admit it, but it felt so nice being held so close to him. He always smelled of expensive cologne, it was heady getting to take in the scent at such proximity. All that consumed your mind in that moment was laying your head on his chest, so you did. Forehead in the crook of his neck, your eyes flutter closed and take in the soft moment.

Rubbing gentle circles into your back, his voice rumbles against your ears, "You're probably sleepy, piccolina. Let's get you to bed." Without another word, he leads you right down the hall to the guest room that was all yours. You never really returned to the Sisters of Sin quarters since you were the full time caregiver to the Emeritus heir.

It could get lonely at times, so you were grateful for the days when other Siblings would be assigned to work with you, whether to give you a break or to take Giovanni on an outing like a picnic or to the beach. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳... Sleepily, you yawn as you arrive at your door.

Copia opens the door for you, stopping at the threshold. A gentleman even in his own home. "Goodnight, cara mia."

"Goodnight, Papa," you mumble, hands returning to his chest.

He couldn't help himself; he leans in pressing another kiss to your lips, fingers tangling in your hair for a brief moment before pulling away again. You may have whined at the loss; you aren't sure in your sleepy state. Looking up at him, the man bites his bottom lip, and only then do you realize how smudged his face paint is, especially around his mouth. Copia simply nods at you one final time before closing you in your room, and you let out a groan, knowing you should wash all the black and gray off of your face before bed.

• • •

The next morning you emerge from your room a little earlier than normal and in a bit of a tizzy, because Giovanni is already crying and that's not like him. Turns out he just needs a diaper change, but of course he's hungry afterwards. 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.

Baby in tow, you head to the kitchen to warm up his bottle. You pass Copia in the living space, adorned with a little couch and TV, as he's having his morning coffee and reading the newspaper; he really could be a stereotypical old man sometimes. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.

"Up so early, you two?" He sets his mug down, promptly following you to the kitchen.

"Yes, he was extra whiny this morning, so I couldn't put him off any longer," you explain.

It was pretty rare to see Copia before he left in the morning. He was always up so early and home so late. This morning he was already dressed and face painted; you were sure he was getting ready to walk out the door any minute.

As you reach for the kettle to warm some water for the baby's bottle, you feel a large hand on the small of your back, and suddenly you're acutely aware of the fact that you are only in your silky nightgown. You hadn't had time to put on your habit this morning.

"Let me help, Stellina, I don't get to do enough for the little guy," Copia chuckles at the little one, pinching his cheek before moving to warm up the water.

You turn your attention back to keeping the little one calm, as he could get quite cranky when he's hungry. The antipope stops to admire the sight before him as the kettle heats up: your undivided attention on his child, the curve of your hip holding him, the bare skin of your collarbones and shoulders. It has his mind drifting to all the places he'd like to mark on you; you were just so motherly, even though you had none of your own... He'd like to be the one to give you one, or many.

Just as the pot starts to spit and sputter, before it can reach boiling, Copia quickly pours it into a large bowl, submerging one of the many bottles you kept ready in it to warm the formula up.

You lightly press a kiss to baby Gio's head as he laughs at his father for some unknown reason.

"What's so funny, huh?" he turns and gets right in the baby's face, eyes wide and smile big.

"Who's that?" you coo.

"Da... D-" he babbles; he was still learning his first words.

"Close enough, eh?" Copia giggles before gasping and covering his face with his hands.

"Oh no, where's Daddy?!" you feign looking for him.

A burst of laughter comes from the little one when Copia reveals his face again. Peekaboo always did the trick.

By now the bottle would be warm enough, so the man slides an arm under his child, taking him from you. Quickly tossing him up in the air, the baby squeals happily, as he settles into his father's arms. As Copia reaches for a towel and the bottle, the infant points at you, "Mama!" It was the clearest word he'd ever said.

"Oh no, sweetie, I'm not-" you start, but Copia finishes it.

"Sì? She is kinda like your Mama, yeah?" He bounces the baby and gives him the bottle.

"Copia... I'm not his mother. She'll be pissed."

"She's never here. You're all he knows. Satanas, 𝘐'𝘮 not even here as much as I'd like to be. You'll be the only reason he turns out right," he ponders out loud, face looking forlorn at the thought.

"Well... Maybe we should plan something? Give him a Daddy son day, yeah?" you suggest.

"I shouldn't only be around for the fun times. You deserve more help, and he deserves for at least one of his parents to be here for him," Copia asserts, leaving no room for argument. "I'll go in late today. I want to help you get him ready this morning. And tomorrow, I'll come home early."

You weren't sure how Sister Imperator was going to like that, but it seems he's made up his mind, and you certainly weren't going to complain about seeing him more.

• • •

Copia kept to his word and stayed through the baby's entire morning routine, burping him, getting him washed up and dressed for the day. And of course he didn't leave you without a kiss.

The next day, he arrived to his papal suite early, just as he said, and helped you fix dinner. Normally it was just you and the baby, so you ate whatever was around; you weren't above eating sliced up hot dogs and applesauce. But since Papa was home and wasn't used to eating that way, he helped you cook, making pasta, alfredo sauce, and some broccoli and zucchini for a side.

You spoon fed Gio a jar of baby food while Copia worked his magic at the stovetop. Sleeves rolled up and apron donned, he checks every pot and pan diligently, tasting and adding ingredients where necessary. He really was built for this; it's a shame he isn't able to be home more.

Once he was done, your Papa insisted on you taking it easy for the evening. From pulling out your chair at the dinner table to fixing your plate, you weren't doing a thing. It felt unreal, like you shouldn't even be there if you weren't doing your job, but it also felt nice to have him doting over you, even if it was wrong. Copia even chopped some noodles really small for his son to try; Gio was going to be a mess later, but he needed a bath anyway.

Which after the delicious meal, Copia handled that too. He was perhaps a little inexperienced and ended up covered in water himself, but he was so happy to kneel next to you on the bathroom tile and take care of his little one. And seeing Copia holding a bundle of towels afterwards was probably the cutest thing ever.

"Go wash up yourself, Stellina. I'll put il bambino down, I picked out his pajamas and everything. Meet me back in the main room for a movie, hm?" The man softly grabs your hand, kinda like he was asking you on a date.

"Oh, o-okay," you bite your lip.

"You do not have to if it would not make you happy, tesoro." You were both treading new waters.

"No, no. I'll be there." You offer him a smile.

He returns it, happy you accepted his offer. "Bene. See you then," he gives you a wink before heading off to the nursery.

• • •

After your respective showers, Copia relaxed on the sofa in nothing more than a pair of silk pajama pants that left little to the imagination. You try to avoid eye contact with a certain... outline, as you enter the room, donning a few more layers than him. He didn't wear a stitch of paint and his hair was still damp.

He admires your look of cozy pajama shorts, a tank top, and a short robe loosely tied over top. Moving to lie on his side, Copia pats the spot in front of him, meaning you need to squeeze in right next to him on the little seat. It seemed especially small now at the thought of having to share it with him.

And it's not that you don't want to. You just knew what it could lead to, and that makes you hesitant. The thought of cuddling up next to your boss, your Papa, and his Prime Mover could walk in the door at any moment, although it was unlikely.

"Is okay, tesoro, I'm nervous too," the man admits to you, "but I desire to be closer with you." Apparently, he means physically closer as he slides an arm around your waist as you sit next to his lounging form. He quickly catches your hand, kissing your knuckles. "C'mon, cara, get comfortable," he urges you, "Lie down with me if you'd like."

You oblige him, laying on your back with him still on his side beside you, faces mere inches from one another. "Hey," you greet him, a nod to the nearness.

"Hi," he replies, looking over the features of your face that he adores so much.

You'd never really gotten to look into his eyes like this before and take in the lack of pigment in that white iris; it's fascinating the way it nearly glows, and so well balanced by the warm golden hues present in his green eye.

"You're a good dad, Copia." You're not sure what prompted it, but after all the work he'd put in this evening, he deserved to hear that. And you could tell the work wouldn't end there; he wanted to be more present in his child's life.

"Grazie, Stellina," he gingerly lays his arm across your waist, "I couldn't do it without you."

Between his praises and his fingers tracing shapes along your side, your cheeks betray you and blush a deep shade. Scanning your face for any indication he should stop, he slowly presses a few small pecks to your jawline, and he catches you in a passionate kiss before asking what movie you'd like to watch.

After settling in on a classic you'd both seen before, you turn to your side, so Copia is spooning his body against yours, propped up just so that you can both see the large screen. With his warmth settled all around you, worry crossed your mind that you may not make it through the entire movie...

He was just so soft and warm... inviting... His breath at the nape of your neck soothing your heavy eyelids-

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵- 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦... 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Keeping your eyes glued to the screen, you subtly arch your back, pretending to stretch, feeling out the... 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 behind you. When you receive a stifled groan from your Papa, feeling his erection pressed tight against your backside, your inquiry is answered.

His arm draped around your waist tightens its grip, keeping you oh so close to him; you feel him let out a hot shaky breath before pressing a kiss to your neck. The feeling immediately sends a spark running through you as his mouth warms up your sensitive skin.

Your fingers lace with his as your ass wriggles against him again, earning a wanton moan from your Papa.

"Dolcezza... Look what you do to me," he whispers next to your ear.

"Papa," you breathe out, turning to catch his lips in a fierce kiss, the movie long since forgotten about. Quickly into the kiss, you're shifting onto your back, fingers tangling in his hair, to give him better access to your body.

His fingers delicately trace your jaw and neck, a sharp juxtaposition to the way his lips attack yours, needy and starved for attention. His lips deserved to be kissed like this every day; you couldn't understand why his Prime Mover would throw away the opportunity. Speaking of...

"Copia," you pull away from him suddenly, chests heaving as you both seek to fill your lungs again.

"Sì, bella mia? What is on that pretty little mind?"

Between the way his words make your heart swell and the shaft trapped against your hip, what you need to tell him fumbles on your lips. "We, uh... Copia, we- we shouldn't."

"Mm..." he grunts, "we shouldn't." He leans up to kiss your forehead, "But I want to. I want you. What do you want, cara mia?" He caresses your cheek again.

"I-" you look up for a minute, taking a deep breath, "I want you, too," you whisper, looking right into his eyes, like you were afraid to admit that you wanted your boss. But you do. He's damn near perfect! He's your Papa. He's the one you swore your vows to when you became a Sister of Sin. He's so devoted to his work, to the church, to his followers. He's a good dad. Damn it, you can't understand how she doesn't want him.

If his Prime Mover wasn't going to take care of him, then you would.

Your lips crash back into his, fingertips raking along his scalp harshly, causing him to rut his hips against you, desperate for your touch. As you moan against each other's mouths, his hand explores your body, sliding down your side, your hip, your thigh. Fingers trail up inside your shorts, teasing at the fabric of your panties.

You nearly whine in anticipation, only just now realizing how much you wanted his fingers inside you. Taking your little noise as a good sign, Copia slides his hand between your legs, urging your thighs apart and fabric out of the way as he runs two fingers through your slick folds.

Just to accentuate his actions, he draws your bottom lip between his, nibbling at your swollen flesh, which leaves you room to let out a breathy moan. "Cara..." he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes blown wide with lust for you, "so wet for me..." He bites his lip, pushing those two fingers deep inside you. Gasping loudly at the feeling, your hands roam his bare skin across his neck, collarbone, chest. He ruts into you at the same pace that he pushes his fingers in and out, eyebrows furrowed, clearly fighting the urge to rush right into things.

"... feels so good, Papa. So good," you praise him, fingernails scratching at him.

"Sorella... I could say the same to you," he pants, brows softening as he presses a kiss to your cheek. How he managed to be so soft yet build such a fire between your legs made no sense to you, but you revel in the dizzying feeling of it all. You feel your walls petal around his digits thats he works in and out of you, thumb frequenting your clit, making you arch for him. "So tight, so warm, Sorella. I can't wait to feel you fully, amore."

"Copia," you drag his name out, "Copia, I need you." His duochromatic eyes search yours, and when your hand snakes down to grip his hot girth, he doesn't have to be told twice.

He curls his fingers sharply one good time, making you mewl out his name again, and pulls them out of you. Quickly, fingers rush to shove your too many layers off to the floor; first the robe, then the shorts, before he pulls you up off the couch, walking you backwards towards his room, lips never leaving yours.

Upon the back of your knees hitting the foot of the bed, the antipope shoves you back on the lofty mattress. Immediately he's on top of you, moving you back onto the pillows. After throwing your tank top across the room, his mouth latches onto your collarbone, sucking a sizable love mark there, fingers tangling into your hair. His other hand found your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his eyes flicked up to yours to make sure he wasn't going too far.

Your fingers grant him permission with a gentle scratch on the head, and his mouth moves to suck on the soft flesh of your bosom. Toying with the waistband of your panties, he tugs them down, sitting back on his haunches as he flings them off. He leaves you on the bed to free himself from those devilish silk pants, erection springing free, heavy with lust, as he reaches into the bedside drawer to pull out a condom.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘮��𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...

"Are you ready, cara mia?" he prompts, almost like a nervous teenager doing it for the first time.

Scanning over his body, completely bare to you from his messy hair to his flushed chest, bushy happy trail, and leaky shaft, you nod your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Please, Copia."

Without another word, he ripped the little package and rolled the protection onto himself before climbing back on top of you. It felt good to have him there, like he belonged this close to you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lined himself up with you. He worked gently, as if he might break you if he did what he really wanted to do. Really, it was romantic the way he rocked his hips ever so slowly, cradling your head in his hand, his eyes fluttered closed as he exhaled what felt like all the air in his lungs, nose nuzzling against the side of your neck.

You whine for more as he languidly fills you, his girth pressing on all your walls; you were grateful to have been partially stretched by his fingers earlier. Looking down at him, you bite your lip before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He meets your eyes, pressing a kiss to your jawline in response.

Finally, it feels like he's bottomed out in you, and his knees dig into the bed as he gives one final push, that last little bit feeling so much more sensational than all the rest as he makes contact with that sweet spot his fingers teased earlier. Letting out an airy whimper, your eyes screw shut as he stays put, taunting the spot without moving.

"P-p-mmm... papaplease-" you whine for him to end his torture.

His cock twitches inside you, and a wicked grin forms on his lips, knowing what he's doing to you. He hasn't even moved yet and you've probably already forgotten your name. It may have been a while since he'd gotten any action, but he was happy to see he hadn't lost his touch.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out a bit, relieving the pressure on that spot deep inside you. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and he slides right back in, his tip kissing your sweet spot. Gasping as your thighs tighten their grip around him, he grins again, this time settling just above you to kiss your nose as you take on his assault.

Moving slowly at first, he relaxes into the pleasure of you: the way your delicate fingers curl into his hair, the way your jaw hangs open in pleasure, your eyes looking up into his longing for one another... How long you'd pined for one another without even realizing it; he'd wanted you from the moment he'd met you, seeing the way you cared for his progeny better than anyone else could.

With each thrust he wants you to know how much he cares for you, wants for you, needs you. Tears of lust and longing stain his lashes as he loses himself in the feeling of you surrounding him. As if to add to what he was already feeling, you pull him into a sweet but spicy makeout. His hips pick up pace, needing more.

"Dolcezza... I don't think I'll last..." he lets you know.

"Me either, Papa. Touch me, please."

Obliging you, his hand snakes between your bodies, the rough pad of his middle finger sending a jolt through you as he finds your clit. Between that and the treatment of your g-spot, you're cumming in seconds, growing impossibly tighter around his length each time your muscles convulse.

His lips find yours again, hating to muffle the sounds coming out of you, but desperately needing to kiss you. "Stellina... Ti amo, Stellina. Così tanto... Ho bisogno di te nella mia vita," he cries out for you as he spills into the condom and goes limp on top of you.

You cradle his head against your chest, and for a moment, he wasn't unlike his little one sleeping in the next room, needing your affection. You kiss the top of his head, nuzzling into his messy hair, and he returns the sentiment by nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle from you.

With a quick peck on the cheek, he rolls off of you, heading to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. His aftercare is nearly as good as the lovemaking, as his lips trail behind the terry cloth, leaving a kiss wherever he wipes and soothes your skin.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" you blurt out.

"What is that, cara mia?" Copia tosses the rag aside and wraps an arm around your waist, cuddling into you.

"That... That you love me," you bite your lip, "and I think you said something about your life? I don't know Italian as well as you obviously..." you trail off.

"Mi dispiace, tesoro, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," he caresses your cheek, searching your eyes.

"No, no, you didn't," you tell him, also stroking his cheek.

"I just lose control of myself when I, uhhh, when mia signora makes me feel good," he smiles and taps his fingers on your collarbone, "I hope you know, cara, that I-"

"I love you, too." You stare at him like you'd just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh, Stellina... I didn't know you would feel the same," he admits.

"Of course, I do, Papa. You're... perfect. Who wouldn't love you?"

"Well, I can think of one person," he gives a disgusted half smirk before chewing on his cheek. It wasn't lost on you all the times Copia's Prime Mover had walked out on him, but not before screaming and arguing at the top of her lungs about how much she hated him.

"Hey, hey, don't let her ruin your night. She's ruined too many of them already." You pull him closer, seeing him fight off the anger.

He looks up at you, face softening, "You're right. I'm letting her get to me, when I should be confessing my love to you," he chuckles softly, fingers walking up your arm.

"Yes, you should, Papa. Confess away," you sigh and lean in for another kiss.

"Ahhh, ti amo, principessa mia," he starts dramatically, "sei la mia vita, the very breath I breathe..." You both share a laugh at his little act. "Really, cara mia, I've loved you a long time. And it's supposed to feel wrong, but instead it just feels like... Like what it should've always been. Like you should be the one I'm with. Like you should be il mio bambino's mother."

"Copia," you whisper, tears welling up. You know he shouldn't say things like that, but admittedly it felt nice to hear it. Actually, it made your heart soar.

He pulls you in for another fierce kiss, one that's let's you know exactly how much he means it.

• • •

"Mmm, cara mia... I think I'm calling out of work today," your lover chuckles, squinting in the bright morning sun.

"What's that, old man? Four rounds and the baby crying got you worn out?" you jab at him.

"Did we go four rounds?" He looks impressed with himself.

"Did you lose count?" You both laugh, him groaning at his tired headache. As you wiggle out of bed to go get the little one ready for the day, Copia grabs your wrist.

"Let him sleep. We should too," he begs.

"Are you really calling out today? I'm sure Sister Imperator won't be happy."

"That woman is never happy. Now get your ass back in bed," he pulls you back under the covers, holding you flush against him. "Your 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 ass." He grabs your backside to accentuate his point, leaning in to kiss your neck.

"I thought you wanted to go back to sleep..." You bite your lip with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe we go for round five first, sì?"

• • •

"Sh, sh, shhhh... It's okay, baby boy, it's okay," you whisper into Giovanni's ear, kissing his head repeatedly to calm his tantrum.

Copia's Prime Mover had come home, which means everything is a mess. You'd had a peaceful few days navigating your newly admitted feelings for your boss, and he was settling in to a new routine of being home more for the baby. Of course it was an added bonus that he got to spend his nights with you. But now everything felt like it had been turned on its head.

"Oh, so you think you're the best Daddy in the world since spending more time at home, huh?! Look at you all high and mighty! Making me out to be horrible!" She screams at him, loud enough that you can hear every word from your spot of the balcony. The sound had been driving the baby crazy, so you brought him out here to try to drown it out. It wasn't working as he cried and cried against you.

"Someone has to be here for him! My being here for him says nothing about you. Your own absence says it all," Copia cuts back at her, but it was the truth.

"So... you do think I'm a horrible mother?" She shrinks, wrapping her arms around herself. You try not to look, but you can't help but be concerned for your Papa.

"Of course not, tesoro..." There it is. The little shred of hope he still has for the mother of his child. He steps towards her, gently rubbing his hands over her arms. "You need help. It's not your fault, but you need help. All that stuff you pump into your body isn't good for you. Please let me help."

Finally, the little boy in your arms starts to settle down. You just hoped they wouldn't start shouting again.

She really was a beautiful woman, Copia's Prime Mover. Tall, looks that kill, charming; she really had been a great match for your Papa. Of course that was before the pressure of her position got to her. You suppose you'd be upset too if you got forced into a marriage; you'd probably go off the deep end as well. Copia had his whole life to prepare for that fate; she had a few months, and so she makes herself numb, she runs as far as she can, she resents all of it, especially him.

• • •

You wake early the next morning to a light knock at your guest room door. The sun wasn't even up, so you immediately got worried something was wrong with Gio.

Flinging the door open, you're met with the sight of a broken man. "Papa? What's wrong?"

"She's gone... She left again." He wasn't even blinking, but tears streamed from his mismatched orbs.

"Oh, Copia," you pull him into a hug, supporting him as best you can.

"She said I could get her help. She was going to get help, but she ran away again." He rests his chin on your shoulder, staring off at nothing as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Copia... You do everything right. You try so hard for her. And for him," you nod to the nursery, "You can only help her as much as she'll let you. If she doesn't want to change, then she won't. It's not your fault; I hope you know that it isn't your fault."

He takes your hands and nods at you. He didn't have much else to say. He'd dealt with this so many times, he was almost numb to it. Almost.

You look at the clock, seeing that it was only 4am. "Let's get some more sleep, Papa. You need to rest." You stand up to lead him back to his room, but he just sits, looking up at you like a lost dog.

"Can I stay with you, cara mia?"

The simplicity of the question cut you deep; he yearned to not be alone. He didn't want to wake up to a cold empty bed once again.

"Of course, you can."

You climb back into bed, Copia happy to spoon your body. Sitting in comfortable silence, he drifts back off, getting the deepest sleep he'd had in the days since his Prime Mover had come home.

• • •

"Knock knock!" you chirp, entering Papa's office with baby, diaper bag, and picnic basket in tow.

He looks up from something he'd been reading over, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of you, "Ahhh, to what to I owe the pleasure? It's a long trek across the Abbey just to come see me." He stands up from his desk, taking the diaper bag and picnic basket from you and setting them down.

"Da-da!!!" the little one exclaims; he was getting much better at his words.

"Oooh, piccolino, come here," he replies, scooping him up too.

"He wanted to see you," you start, "and I did too... I know you haven't been able to be home as much as you want because of work, so I thought maybe we would bring lunch to you."

Paperwork had stacked up since he was taking more time to be home; he was taking this week to just try to push through as much as he could. But he's also making a plan to hire several assistants and delegate as many of these menial tasks as he can.

"Dolcezza... That is so thoughtful of you," he cups your cheek, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "I think I could sneak away for a little while." He gives you a wink, bouncing the baby on his hip.

"It's okay if you can't! We can eat in here too. I don't want to get you in trouble with Sister..."

"Silly girl, when are you going to learn I don't care what she thinks?" He smirks at you, returning to his office chair to sign a few more papers before heading out. Somehow him holding the baby while working made him even cuter. "Besides, technically she answers to me."

Out in the gardens, Papa plays with the child, keeping him occupied while you set up lunch. Watching the little one doddle across the grass, Papa towering over him but offering his fingers as support, warmed your heart; Copia had been trying to get him to take his first steps on his own, and he was hellbent on not missing it.

"Okay, boys, time to eat!" you call over to them.

Copia immediately scoops the child up, tossing him high in the air, watching him giggle the whole way. He does it a few more times as he makes his way over to you and the picnic blanket. "Sorella, this all looks so good. Grazie. I wish I could've been some help to you," he offers his gratitude as he sits next to you, baby in his lap.

"It's okay, Papa. We know how hard you've been working, and without you, this whole Abbey wouldn't run, so really I should thank you for making it so wonderful here."

He nods his head at you, silenced by your sweet words. "Still, grazie, cara mia."

Lunch goes by peacefully, enjoying the warm sun and the image playing out before you: Copia trying to get Giovanni to eat some cut up strawberries and the little one sputtering red mush everywhere, making a mess of himself and his father.

"You'll have to change your clothes after lunch," you giggle, taking a bite of your sandwich.

"Mm, what a shame... Won't he be taking a nap then?" Your Papa gives you a smug look.

You blush at his implication and look around to make sure no one could hear. "Papa..."

"Oh, don't be so coy, Sorella. You certainly weren't shy when you went down-"

"Papa!! Hush!" you whisper yell at him, hiding your face in your hands.

He waits for you to peek through your fingers at him, and you both burst out in laughter.

• • •

What was supposed to be a quick stop back in his suite of course turned into a heated make out session on the kitchen counter.

"Cazzo, Stellina, I would take you on the fucking dinner table right now if I could," he grunts, biting at your bottom lip.

"Hmm, guess you'll just have to daydream about it in your office, huh?" You tease him.

"I'll have you there, too, if I have anything to do with it." His hands pull harshly at your hair, smashing his face against yours again. Your tongues dance with one another as your fists crumple the fresh shirt he'd put on.

When you can no longer wait for air, you push yourself off of him, breathing heavy. "You're gonna have to fix your paint, you know that?" you chuckle.

"I can see that," he wipes some gray from your lip to show you.

You both fall into giggles again, staring into each other's eyes as you reluctantly release one another to return back to your duties.

• • •

"Mm, we've probably got a few minutes before little Gio wakes up, right?" Copia grumbles into your cleavage.

You swear this man will be the death of you. He finally gets a day off, to sleep in if he wants, and the first things on his mind this morning is pounding you into the mattress... Again. Like he didn't do that all last night.

"All you ever think about is sex," you chuckle, kissing the top of his head.

"When it's as good as you are, amore mio, sì. I think about it morning, noon, and night," he starts pressing kisses across your chest, grinding his growing hardness against your thigh.

"Copia-" you start, hearing a couple thuds down the hallway, "What is that? Do you hear that?"

Seconds later, a loud shriek comes from the baby's room. In an instant you're both jumping up to throw on some clothes.

Copia slips on some pants before bolting out of his room with you hot on his trail, tying on his robe. In the hallway, you're both confronted with Copia's Prime Mover with Giovanni on her hip and diaper bag slung over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" The man steps right in front of her to stop her from shoving further down the hallway.

"I'm taking him and we're going!! You've got some new life now, so we're gonna move on too!" She is clearly out of her mind, her eyes bloodshot like she hasn't slept in days and bruises all up her forearms.

"What are you talking about??" Copia attempts to grab the child from her, but she snatches him away, which only eggs on his crying.

"Oh, please! You think I don't know you're fucking the nanny?! I saw the condoms in the trash last time I was here, and now she's in your robe!"

Tears of anger build up in his eyes as he turns to look at you; he felt totally helpless.

It gives his Prime Mover just enough time to push past him and into the living area. "You just want to put me away so you can move on to your new life with your newer, younger little whore!"

"Do not talk about her! She cares for your child more than you do!! While you're out on the streets strung out, she's here, doing the job you took vows to do!" he shouts to defend you.

"That was before I knew you ran a cult! All of this is just some facade to make you famous! You're a selfish bastard, leading the blind just so you won't be lonely like when you were a kid," her words cut deep.

Copia clenches both fists, a fire you'd never seen in his eyes before, as he very evenly doles out, "Give me back my child and get the fuck out."

As if on cue, the little one reaches out for you, face red as tears stream down his face, "Mama! Mamaaa!!"

You step closer to her, wanting to reach out for the squirming little bundle in her arm.

"So you think you're his mama now?" she cuts her eyes at you.

"No, I- I tried to teach him... I would never," you stammer, not knowing what to do, "Please. Please just give him to me."

"What? Let you have my husband and my baby? I think not, bitch." She moves towards the door, but you move with her, body acting on pure adrenaline now. The child reaches out, little hands latching onto your robe, and you wrap your arms around him to slip him away from her, but her fingers lock tightly around his thigh, making him shriek once again.

"Please. Please don't hurt him!! Don't hurt him!" You raise your voice at her, holding the baby tight to your chest.

The next thing you know, Copia is letting Aether and a couple other ghouls in the room, and they swiftly pounce on her, pulling her away from you and the baby you care so much about. You look down to see that his little leg was already bruising from where she'd grabbed and twisted at his skin.

You held him tightly, bouncing him around and humming something to drown it all out as Copia and the ghouls dragged her out into the hallway. The antipope was absolutely seething, and you didn't care to know what he was screaming at her.

Looking out to the sunny balcony, you feel the urge to walk out there. Honestly it was probably to soothe you as much as it was for the screaming one in your arms. Before you can move a muscle, your lover bursts back into the room, making a beeline for you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you and Gio, resting his chin on top of your head. Fighting back tears, he holds you like that for a while.

Finally comes a soft, "I am so sorry, cara."

Pulling away just enough to look up at him, you reassure him, "It's not your fault. Are you okay?"

"I will be. Please tell me she didn't hurt you," he brushes his fingers through your hair.

"No, she didn't, but we may need to have this looked at," you motion to his son's bruised leg.

A series of emotions flash across Copia's face upon seeing the injury. Part of him blames himself for ever letting that woman get close to either of you. But he also knew that without her, he wouldn't have either of you in his life.

"Well, she's not coming back. I won't let her hurt anyone here ever again. She needs help but I can't keep letting her come back, not when I have a son who needs safety and stability."

• • •

Months went by, and it felt like a whole new chapter for all of you. Copia officially separated from his Prime Mover, announcing it at Black Mass; he always felt transparency was important in his congregation. You had moved into his room permanently, and Copia had even hired another nanny to give you a break from time to time. He didn't want you feeling like caring for his son was the only thing you were good for. He also hired assistants for his office, Siblings of Sin who were honored to take some weight off their Papa's shoulders.

Now that the two of you had less worries, you almost didn't know how to fill your time. Almost...

"Your sidekick has Giovanni out in the gardens... What do you say we have our own playtime, eh?" Copia chuckles next to your ear as you recline back against his chest on the sofa.

"Do not call her my sidekick," you laugh at your lover, "She does just as much work as me, she deserves more credit than that."

"I don't know, dolcezza... She doesn't spend the night like you do."

"Oh, and look how much trouble that got us in," you smirk, turning to catch him in a kiss. "You're not going to start sleeping with the new nanny again, are you?"

"No, no, no, no, amore mio," he whispers right in your ear, "Il mio cazzo belongs to you alone."

You huff out a laugh, "That's all? Just your 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰?"

"Well, perhaps il mio cuore, too..."

"Perhaps, huh?" you tease him, turning to get on your knees in between his legs. Leaning forward, you give him a single chaste kiss. "Don't I deserve a little more than 'perhaps'?" You sit back on your heels, unbuttoning your shirt slowly.

"Dolcezza..." Copia pants, already excited just from seeing your lacy bra.

"Ah, ah, ahhh. Don't 'dolcezza' me," you wink at him.

"Please-" he whines in a way that was a little unbecoming of a Papa.

Your shirt drifts slowly to the floor, and Copia reaches out to touch you, but you swat his hands away. "I don't know, Papa. Maybe I don't mean enough to you. Maybe I should just go take care of the throbbing between my legs all by myself, huh? Make you sit out here and listen while I cry out, making a mess of myself..."

He feels his cock twitch at the thought of you touching yourself in his bed.

"Stellina, please, you know I love you so..." His eyes roam your body hungrily.

"How do I know you mean it, Papa? That you aren't just saying that? For all I know, you tell the other nanny that all the time..." You grin at him, leaning forward and propping yourself up on your knees. With your elbows propped on his shoulders, he has a nice view of your cleavage spilling out of your bra just the way he likes.

"No one else is worthy of those words, no one else is worthy of these feelings I have for you." His arm snakes around you, hand resting on the small of your back. "Let me show you, cara mia. Let me prove how much I love you. Only you."

You bite your lip. It felt good to make a powerful man like him crumble, to have him rock hard without even touching him. Your little teasing game is fun, but you know his words are serious.

"Take me, Papa. Make me all yours. Prove I'm the only one for you."

With that, he wraps his arms around your thighs, carrying you right to his bedroom and kicking the door closed loudly. Your back hits the bed and your torso is met by his hot mouth tracing all your curves. Impatiently, he pulls at your tight pencil skirt, needing to feel more of your skin.

Reaching down, you undo the zipper on your hip, "There." Another wink.

The skirt finds its place in the corner of the room as Copia kisses at the top of your panties. "Mia dea... ti amo con tutto quello che ho. Sei la mia dea."

A blush tints your cheeks, you'd learned a bit more Italian in the last few months.

"Worship me, then."

He looks up to meet your commanding eyes, freezing for a brief moment before working his own shirt to the floor and positioning himself between your sinful thighs. Kissing at the supple skin there, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Hungrily, his fingers grab at your skin until they hook into the lace at your hip. A tearing sound rings out and you feel his breath on your core.

"Hey! I liked those!" you whine.

"I'll buy you another pair, principessa," he looks up at you through his eyelashes while placing a sloppy kiss right to your clit. You can't help but buck up into his mouth at the sensation.

He grips your hips firmly to hold you in place. You had taunted the beast and now you would reap what you sowed. His mouth latches onto you, sucking on your already swollen clit. The feeling is so intense, you instinctively try to push him off you, but he is having none of it.

"Oh!! Papa!" you cry out, one hand tangling in his hair and the other gripping his satin sheets.

He offers you some reprieve by backing off of your bundle of nerves and instead opting to flatten his tongue against you, licking a stripe. His tongue then traces your folds before teasing your entrance, threatening to push inside. And he does just that. Eyes rolling back in his head as he stretches you with his tongue.

It has you mewling his name and arching as much as his grip will let you. When his nose makes contact with your clit, your hand in his hair tightens as you practically fuck yourself on his face.

His lips move back up to suck on your clit again, and you whimper at the loss of his tongue, but it is quickly replaced by two fingers curling deep inside you, as deep as he can reach. 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. Devious eyes watch your face as he curls his digits, scratching that spot that he finds so well.

"Papa- damnit! Satanas, Papa, I'm gonna cum," you warn him, but he's ready for it, only sucking harder at your words. You let out a needy moan as your body shudders around his fingers, juices coating his hand and chin. He doesn't stop until you're done riding out the wave of your orgasm.

Unexpectedly, he snatches you up in a kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on him. "Do you taste that, amore? You on my mouth. There will never be another, you are the only one, I could never want for anyone else." He has your head reeling; he's never been so possessive, and it's hot.

Pulling him down, you both fall back on the plush bed together. His fingers lace with yours and his erection presses against your thigh, still trapped in those unholy tight jeans. Wanting to offer him some relief, you tease your fingers over the large bulge, cupping at it and earning a groan from the man. Clearly, he was in need of some attention, so you pop open the button and slide the zipper down, taking his girth in your hand.

"Cazzo, baby, I need you," his eyebrows knit together as he begs for you.

"Then, take me, Papa," you wink at him, "No need to keep me waiting!"

He chuckles and gives you one more kiss before kicking off his jeans. "This needs to go," he snakes a hand behind your back to unhook your bra, banishing it to the corner with your skirt. His mouth gently teases your nipples as he stretches for the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom.

Suddenly, he sits up, looking a little frantically at the empty box in the drawer. "Fuck!" He groans, head falling in his hands, "I forgot to send Aether for more..."

"Oooh so that's who does your dirty work, huh?" You tease, sitting up next to him, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, ya know... Maybe we don't need one."

He gives you a confused look.

"Maybe... maybe it's about time for little Gio to be a big brother, hm?"

His eyes widen, eyebrows raised drastically. He dips his head slightly, reading your face for any sign that this was a joke. "A-are you... Are you s-sure, amore?"

You love those funny little moments when the stuttering Cardinal jumps back out of him again. "Yes," you chew on your bottom lip, cupping his cheek, "I'm sure. Let's have a baby."

For a brief moment, it looked like his brain was short-circuiting. "O-okay," he nods his head, eyebrows softening and a big smile spreading across his face. "You're really sure, Stellina?" He takes his face in your hands, looking all sappy, "You want to have miei bambini?"

"Sì," you nod at his little switch to Italian, kissing him on the nose, "Now are we gonna get all lovey dovey about it, or are you gonna get me pregnant?" Your fingers tease at his erection, still standing proudly.

"Mmm, maybe a little of both, sì?" His lips catch yours again, and the weight of his body pushes your back down onto the bed. You spread your legs for him to get between them, but he simply shakes his head, flipping you over instead. When you look over your shoulder at him, feigning a snooty look, he chuckles deeply before growling in your ear, "You intend to be bred, do you not, Sorella?"

His words make your stomach do flips, and you clench your thighs together at the thought.

Now with you flat on your stomach, Copia's strong hands works the muscles in your back, slowly massaging up from the small of your back to your shoulder blades. "I need you nice and relaxed, principessa." His fingers lace into the base of your hair, tugging your head up to look at him, "You want it to take, sì?"

"Yes, Papa. I do," you moan for him.

"Bene..." He shoves your head back down in the pillows and lands a sharp 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬! on your ass, earning a squeal from you. After he smoothes over the red mark, he lets his hand dip between your thighs. His fingers moving over your folds at this angle feel impeccable.

You push your ass up in the air, trying to get more friction from him, not even understanding how he could be so patient right now. But as if reading your mind, you feel his warm thighs straddle yours and his tip line up with you.

"To feel you so fully and completely, amore mio... I know this will be spectacular," he praises you, pushing forward with a needy groan.

It does feel a little different than what you'd grown used to, hearing a little pop as the tip pushes through your entrance. Things feel somehow smoother than before, maybe from the lack of protection, but maybe you were just that wet. You take him all the way to the hilt, whimpering and moaning into the pillow.

He sets a devilish pace pretty quickly, barely giving you time to get used to the stretch. The discomfort quickly wanes, and you feel your lover's breath hot on your back as he fucks into you in earnest, losing himself in feeling your wet heat unshielded. He leans down to press a few kisses and small bite to your shoulder before he throws his head back, really picking up the pace.

Your hands reach back gripping at his thighs mostly, as your makeup smears across his satin pillowcases.

"Cara... I need- more," he grunts, a small warning before he sits himself up, dragging your hips up off the bed and slams back into you.

"Ah!!!" you scream at the sudden movement, trying to stabilize yourself on your hands and knees. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air alongside your noises of pleasure.

One of Copia's hands leaves your hips to ponytail your hair, pulling harshly to urge you back on his girth with more force.

"Papaaa!" is the only thing you can manage, hardly able to form a thought at this point.

"Mia dolce dea, I'm going to fill you with my seed. I'll make you grow round with my child," he tells you between thrusts, "it will be... 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢..."

"Copia, please... Please, touch me, Papa," you cry for him.

Using the grip he maintained on your hair, he heaves you up so you're standing on your knees, back flush against his chest, "You think I would leave mia principessa untouched? What kind of Papa do you think I am?"

Finally releasing your hair, the rough pads of his fingers toy with your nipples. He can't wait until your breasts swell too... Holding you stable with one arm, the other searches for your clit, finding it in expert time. As his finger starts to circle it, you arch your hips back, also aiding him in finding that perfect spot inside you, "Oh! Oh, Satanas Papa! Right 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦- 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱!"

Always a good listener, he does exactly as he's told, holding his pace, snapping up into your heat the exact same way every time. You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching under his ministrations.

"Vieni per me, amore, per favore, vieni per me. I'm cumming- cum with me," he loses himself in the feeling of you. And when you feel an unfamiliar warmth spread deep inside you, it sends you right over the edge with him.

Your lover struggles to hold you close to him as you double over, riding out your release. His hips continue to buck into you in shallow thrusts through his orgasm.

Finally, he sits back on his heels, pulling you with him, cock still stuffed inside you. He throws his head back and rakes his hands through his hair, jaw hung open as he catches his breath. "You are perfetto, amore mio. You know this?" He wraps his arms around you, hugging your torso.

"I'm far from it, Copia." You lean back against him, resting your head against his jaw.

"No, no, no. I will show you how perfect you are. Even if it takes our whole lives, you will know how much you mean to me." He kisses the top of your head, chest still heaving.

"Papa..." you turn, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss, "I love you."

"Anch'io ti amo, cara mia, ti amo così tanto."

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 05 - Nipple Sucking]

Pairing: babyboy!Yoongi x Mommy Dom!Reader

Kinks: breast worship, nipple sucking, body worship, praise, happy tears, good boy!kink, shy & sleepy!Yoongles

Wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: he is so cute, i wanna smooch him 😔 enjoy besties! 💗

Yoongi is sleepy. You know that he is because he begins nuzzling into you like a cat, whining cutely as he does. He always does that when he is sleepy.

"What's wrong?" you ask him, busy scrolling through your phone.

"Sleepy", he murmurs, nudging your arm with his nose.

"Poor baby", you coo, craning your neck so you can give his head a little kiss.

Yoongi whines, nudging you more aggressively.

"What?" you ask him in a chuckle.

"Open your arm", he pouts, "please."

You follow, chuckling fondly as Yoongi instantly takes his righteous spot in the little nook you created. His left leg is nudged between your thighs, his arm is draped around your stomach and his cheek comes resting on your boobs.

"Happy?"

"Happy", Yoongi mumbles, sighing contently, "so warm."

"You are so cute, babyboy", you tell him fondly, looking back into your phone. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the closeness of him.

Yoongi is the best snuggle partner ever. Because he is so tiny, it doesn’t feel constricting to hold him in your arms. And he always smells so, so nice. Whenever he is closer, you get lulled into the kind of relaxation only Yoongi’s scent can bring you. He is also very warm and so soft and so cute. Oh, so very cute.

Yoongi sneaks a glance up at you.

"Mommy?" he asks quietly.

"Yes, babyboy?"

"Can I suck on your boobs?"

Your eyes flit down. He is making the biggest puppy eyes at you.

"Please?" he tries, pouting.

"Do you deserve it today?" you ask him solely because you love hearing him beg for it. Yoongi was the bestest boy today. He helped you with building furniture and made stupid jokes as he did it, which made you laugh so very much. He deserves a treat today, but it is still very nice to watch him try harder. He is always so creative in his attempts to warm your heart.

"I think so", he whispers.

"You think so? And why is that?"

"Because I'm…cute?"

You chuckle.

"You are", you say, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand.

Yoongi chases the touch, turning his head to kiss your knuckles. You still, watching him with great interest. He kisses every single knuckle of yours, before trailing his kisses down your fingers.

You turn your hand, giving him access to your fingertips. He mewls softly, putting extra care into how softly he kisses them. One by one until he reaches your thumb.

"Please Mommy", he begs, darting his tongue out to trace your thumb, "please?" he tries, wrapping his lips around your thumb to suck it gently.

"Such a good boy", you rasp, fighting the urge to rub your core against his leg. Yoongi has the softest and warmest mouth. He truly knows how to sway you and get you oh so weak.

Yoongi looks up at you, keening softly for one last plea, lips pouty around your thumb.

"You can have my boobs", you allow him.

Yoongi slips off quickly, "thank you so much", he says getting to his knees between your legs, "thank you, thank you, thank you."

"You're so cute", you gush, watching him work with your breathing slightly quickened.

Yoongi undos the buttons of your shirt until the last two buttons. He opens it, placing his hands on the sides of your tummy.

"So pretty", he whispers, placing his first kiss right above your belly button.

Your skin prickles, you become just the slightest bit weak. His kisses feel the best.

He trails them up your tummy and ribs until he reaches your sternum. His hands are on your sides, right underneath your armpits. His thumbs rest under your boobs, drawing little swirls.

He kisses along your sternum until he reaches your collarbones. Each one of them feels his sweetest kisses, each gets his undivided attention.

Down along your sternum again. Yoongi’s hands leave their resting place, inching closer to your breasts.

Your breath shudders upon feeling his first touch. He gathers your boobs in his big hands and holds them safely, thumbs still drawing little swirls.

"You have the most beautiful boobs", he says, eyes racing over them obsessively.

"Well, thank you babyboy", you say, feeling oh so very tingly.

He squishes them together and sticks his face right into them, mewling loudly as he nuzzles into you with all he got.

You chuckle, burying your fingers in his hair, "you're adorable."

Yoongi lifts his head to send you the cutest look.

“You’re so soft, Mommy”, he whispers, squishing his cheek against your breasts. He purrs happily, rubbing his cheek against you like a happy cat.

He makes you smile. He is the sweetest when he is cuddly.

Yoongi turns his head then, finally placing his lips against you. His warm breath swirls over your skin as he kisses you, his fingers are dimpling your flesh. And as he kisses his way along the paths and valleys of your breasts, he moans softly.

“It’s so nice what you are doing, love”, you encourage him, playing with his soft hair.

“Ye, so nice”, he murmurs, sucking on your skin softly before kissing you again. He does that repeatedly, careful not to go too far and accidentally leave a staying mark of sensitivity. That was your right to do to him, not his’. Your skin was to be touched with utmost care and not be marked except for the lingering tingles of his kisses. You didn’t make that rule, but Yoongi did. In his mind. You know nothing of it. But to Yoongi it is most important not to soil you with an accidental mark of his greed. You are, after all, the greatest treasure in his life.

His lips brush against your nipple. He moans softly, looking up at you.

“Can I?” he asks quietly.

“Of course you can”, you tell him with a fond smile.

“Thank you, Mommy”, he whispers and closes his eyes, lowering his lips to your nipple. He kisses it first, feeling oh so dizzy in excitement. He traces it with his tongue, basking in how he slowly but surely tickles it out of hiding. He loves nothing more than knowing that he can make your nipples harden.

“Such a good boy”, you praise him, pecking the crown of his head repeatedly. Truly, reading your little book on your phone becomes so much fun now that you have your boyfriend worshipping your nipples. He is so good at that.

Yoongi keens and wraps his lips around your nipple, giving it a careful suck.

“Good boy, feels so nice”, you encourage him with a droopy smile on your lips.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as possible. He loves being praised so much. He is always trying so hard to be your good boy and it feels so good when you make it heard that he was successful.

He lifts his mouth, sniffling softly as he trails his kiss to your other breast.

“Baby, are you crying?” you ask him, cupping his cheek so you can tilt his head up.

Yoongi gazes at you with glassy eyes.

“Baby, hey. Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yes, I love you”, Yoongi whispers, spilling happy tears.

“Gosh, I love you too”, you answer him, painting a shy glow of rosy shades onto his cheeks.

He lowers his head, nuzzling into your boobs with a shy whine. He feels even tinier now, making you chuckle fondly.

“Shy baby”, you tease him, which only makes him whine harder.

“M’ not shy”, he insists.

“Of course not. How could I think otherwise?” you giggle, ruffling his hair, “you’re so cute.”

“And you’re soft”, he says, kissing the sensitive skin of your right breast. Very carefully at first, until he becomes desperate for more and cups your boob in his warm palm just to guide it to his soft lips. Soft moans and sighs roll off his tongue as he gives your right side the same loving treatment he gave your left one.

Unlike with your left side however, your nipple has already hardened when he reaches it. Too big is your excitement for getting it sucked by him.

Yoongi still kisses it first, whispering about how much he loves your boobs while sighing oh so sweetly. He traces it with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers down your spine and eliciting goosebumps on your skin. The contrast is so nice. His tongue is wet and warm, leaving behind a layer of his drool, which cools down whenever he breathes on it. It leaves you so sensitive.

“So nice”, he whispers, “it’s so nice.”

“Yes babyboy, it is “, you agree, chasing him with a soft arch of your back when he finally takes your nipple between his lips.

He moans and sucks, thighs rubbing together as a desperate attempt to get closer to you.

“Mommy”, he whines, slipping off of you.

“Yes, love?”

“Can we maybe lie down? I want to be closer to you”, he asks you with sparkly eyes.

“Of course we can, gosh you’re so cute”, you say, “make space, love.”

Yoongi climbs off of you and sits down next to you until you rest comfortably on your side. You open your arms for him, welcoming him gladly as he returns to you. His left leg is between your legs, his head is resting on your arm and his hair tickles your chin with every movement.

“God babyboy, are you sporting a semi?” you laugh, feeling it rub against you.

“You feel so good”, he whispers shyly, “don’t tease please, it’s ‘cause I’m comfy.”

You chuckle, “I wouldn’t dare”, you say, kissing the crown of his head, “continue, babyboy.”

His left hand gathers your boobs again, guiding them to his eager mouth. He sucks on your right nipple desperately, mewling happily.

He is in paradise. There are only a few things better than getting to be held by you as he sucks on your nipples. Maybe making out sleepily is better or maybe getting to be inside you after hours of teasing. But right now, all he needs is your closeness and soft breasts. This is what brings him true happiness and peace. When he can suck on your nipples, sleep comes so easy to him. And it is the deep kind of sleep, the kind which leaves him feeling so refreshed the next morning.

Tonight will be no different. Many moments into the future and Yoongi’s eager sucks will become softer and softer until he finally falls asleep with his face nuzzled into your boobs and his arm cradling you so tightly. And you will fall asleep with a smile on your lips and your fingers buried in his hair, because nothing brings you more peace of mind than holding your Yoongi.

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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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ask and you shall receive, @rottenseaweed my dear!!! julance drawing prompts for all my artist friends:

1. baby lance based on this image:

2. lance trying to do the cool wall lean and smirk to flirt with someone except he misses the wall and falls

3. lance and pidge furious and snarling at each other, fully ready to kill each other, so shiro separates them and starts giving them shit and they look at each other and start laughing bc they are asshole younger siblings who can’t take getting yelled at seriously

4. lance, leaning on hunk’s back as he rambles, and hunk completely focused on his work but reaching back to pat him on the head occasionally

5. coran fucking LAUNCHING lance into the pool

6. lance, visibly wearing something sparkly and pink that is Not His, terrorized expression on his face as he sprints away from allura who has murder written all over his face and is chasing him at top speeds

7. lance very carefully making charm bracelets for everyone

8. lance smiling softly as he pulls a blanket up over a couch-sleeping shiro

9. lance standing in front of like an easel or something with garbage memes on them, face very prim and instructional, holding a pointer and very clearly lecturing about meme culture to a wide-eyed, frantically note-taking allura

10. lance climbing kitchen cabinets to get something while hunk shouts at him in panic

11. lance absolutely kicking ass with a bow in this way from this video, if you’re into animation

12. lance standing with his hands on his hips, lecturing somebody about something, while hunk stands behind him with a photo of mrs mcclain whom he is imitating exactly without realising

13. lance braiding keith’s hair with like a million cutesy barrettes and charms and shit and just blabbing and keith is like fire truck red like truly glowing and lance is just completely overjoyed to be “fixing his mullet” and the rest of the team is losing their mind laughing at them

14. lance giving finger guns and winking at rebel matt who raises an eyebrow in amusement and pidge is mortified on his behalf

15. lance zooming around a moon, full armour and everything, picking up a thousand rocks and bringing them for shiro to hold bc they’re on a recon mission and shiro is watching this nerd boy in amusement (he is also geeking out about the rocks he’s just embarrassed about it)

16. veronica judo flipping lance upon their reunion on earth

17. lance, tongue out in concentration, knitting tiny little mouse sweaters

18. lance giving hunk a big ol’ cheek smooch bc he’s obnoxious (hunk pretends to be annoyed but is clearly holding back a smile)

18. coran and lance, faces both streaked with tears, hugging each other really tightly

19. keith really excitedly showing lance all the caves he explored when he was following blue’s trail and lance just staring at him, totally and completely whipped

20. pidge holding lance in a chokehold as he bites her. there are hearts around them bc they are both having literally so much fun even though they won’t admit it under pain of death

21. lance in daisy dukes and a cowboy hat, leaning against kaltenecker

22. lance, armour scuffed back from a rescue mission, teaching a bunch of scared alien children how to make friendship bracelets

23. lance and keith, on their honeymoon, faces half-obscured by the glare of the sun, grinning at the camera in front of the grand canyon (like this pic of my parents):

24. lance wearing a “i flexed so hard the sleeves ripped off” but the sleeves are very clearly still on. in fact the shirt is long-sleeved

25. preteen lance, beaming so wide his eyes squeeze shut, pink braces on his teeth

26. young lance, like maybe six or seven, missing four front teeth, giant satisfied smile on his face, at the beach (wearing shark swim trunks obviously) and holding a sea shell bigger than his entire head

27. tiny lance sitting on his brother’s shoulders, laughing, rest of his smiling family around him

28. a mirror of the food fight scene except it’s cake that the whole team (including the alteans!) are covered in, with a cake that says “happy birthday dorkbrain” absolutely destroyed with like clear imprints of people scooping up handfuls to throw

29. lance, in the backdrop of space, limp and unconscious, with both red and blue rushing towards him with protective snarls

30. lance hugging an alien scorpion the size of like a fucking horse, tears streaming down his face as if he’s looking at a particularly adorable kitten

31. the entire team except lance (he’s on a mission or smth) gathered in the common room, lounging on the couches. someone says “man i miss lance” and everyone is immediately like “oh my god me too i was waiting for someone to say it” “RIGHT ME TOO” “castle just isn’t the same without him” “seriously i’m so bored where is he when you need to bother him” etc etc

honestly i might do more of these dm me if u can come up with alliteration for a day of the week and i’ll post drawing prompts weekly

#julance prompts #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #julance #klance #keith kogane #keith #team as family #hunk & lance #my writing #longpost #pidge & lance #garrison trio

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vxiphoid · 1 year

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! ft. heartslabyul

PREVIOUS NEXT

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ �� ★ ★ ★

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

your dish is…

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ICEBOX CAKE !!

♫ MERCURY - BYE BYE BADMAN

- riddle doesn’t know what he’s doing to an extant. if your offering to feed him a strawberry while you work, he wouldn’t mind :D<3 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s definitely watched over treys shoulder while he made tarts so he knows how to do some things. he sticks to and follows your every word so he doesn’t mess up this delicious delicacy. ⠀⠀ - it definitely gets messy but hey, its the thought that counts. plus, he has such a determined twinkle in his eye as he mixes the ingredients together :(⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - this is a recipe that requires vanilla wafers and y’all definitely feed each other one before crushing the rest up with lovestruck smiles on your faces. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he makes them on his own to bring to the heartslabyul tea parties and they get better every time, he’s the sweetest

“do i add the strawberries on top of the cake like, this?”

“yeah! and if you reposition them, they’re little bunnies :)”

“gods, i love you😭”

ACE TRAPPOLA

your dish is…

CHERRY TURNOVERS !!

♫ ウマーベラス - MONKEY MAJIK

- for ace, you have to get him a second bowl of cherries so he doesn’t eat the ones for the recipe… but to make up for that, listens to the playlist you’ve made together while you make your treats ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he knows a couple things about cooking because he cooks with his brother once and a while. like to enhance the taste of tart cherries, add honey, cinnamon, or cloves, maybe all three if you really want it that way! shows off his amazing cooking magic tricks with you too ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - no doubt engulfs you in a hug from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder while you mix the glaze and adds some vanilla extract when you need it. ace lets you pin his hair up so it doesn’t get in his face as he focuses on drawing cute faces on the turnovers with the freshly made glaze. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - smooch the powdered sugar from his face please‼️

“how many cherries do you think i can fit in my mouth?”

“you’re not getting any more cherries >:[“

“aw…”

DEUCE SPADE

your dish is…

VANILLA CRÈME BRÛLÈE !!

♫ 就寝御礼 - PSYQUI

- deuce has quite a lot of cooking experience since he helps his mom around the house. he likes to keep his food simple and within his range so you helping him means a lot no matter the simplicity ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - 99% of the time he’s kissing you in a way of saying thanks when you do something for him. you get the ingredients out? kith. you preheat the oven? mwah. cooking with you is one of his favorite things now, he must say thank you, its only polite. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so neat when he cooks! if he were to spill something, he would pause to clean it up, got that from his momma. deuce dances with you as the brûlée bakes and watches movies with you while it cools down to pass the two hours. almost always has something smeared on his face. ⠀⠀⠀ - literally loves adding the sugar his brûlée with various things and addicted to making hearts on yours or, like, putting yours in a heart shaped bowl. and it would turn out SO GOOD, he likes to say that its because of all the kisses he gives you.

“here’s your brûlée by the way, i made sure i warmed it up so it might be hot”

“oh, thank you, bubba. but you didnt have to bring it to me, i would’ve came to get it..”

“you looked too comfortable :(“

CATER DIAMOND

your dish is…

SPICY LAYERED CHOCOLATE MOUSSE SQUARES !!

♫ OCEANE - RINI

- cater isn’t a fan of anything sweet but he doesn’t mind putting some sugar in yours in case you don’t like it. cooking with him really is aesthetically pleasing, music in the background, perfect lighting, and sweetness! he doesn’t have much experience in cooking so its up to you to lead him. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so energetic that it’s contagious, you both are bouncing balls of energy. also goes live from time to time while you cook together and his fans are living off of it. smears chocolate on your nose so he can kiss it off. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - you both take so many selfies, his favorite one is the both of you touching noses with unsweetened whipped cream on them, its now his lock screen. surprisingly the most messiest in the kitchen but has a great sense of balance when it comes to ingredients. cater also finds his cooking time with you down time, a little space away from social media some days. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ - the spicy dessert looks really pretty on a serving plate so getting pictures are a must. by far his favorite thing he’s made with you, its such a comfort food for him.

“#ihavethebestsignificantother.. #iliveformyloverscooking…”

“dont actually put those as your hashtags cater😭😭”

TREY CLOVER

your dish is…

CANDIED VIOLET CUPCAKES !!

♫ SLOWMOTION - SAKANACTION

- tray is the most skilled in cooking and is known to make desserts for his younger siblings and his dorm. adores cooking with someone because he loves quality time with you even if its as simple as baking cupcakes, his favorite no less ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he saves some extra candied violets for decoration and also just to eat in general. he’s the type to have matching aprons and tie yours for you :) he has one of those “kiss the chef” aprons in which you do give him little kisses. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - stands behind you and cups your hands in his as your mixing the batter or frosting, he’s a little romantic☺️. tray tells you about his day in immense detail which leads to talking for hours. (since he’s usually quiet in class and focuses on his studies without getting involved in anything, he always has the juiciest drama) ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - to get free kisses, you put frosting on your lips >:). tray also plays little jokes on you while you’re mixing the ingredients together because your reactions are the highlight of his day

“wait, don’t add the egg batter in yet, we gotta add oyster sauce.”

“we gotta add what?😃”

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isa-ghost · 2 months

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How about some qmissa hc's :D? (also hope you're ok🖤 take care of yourself!)

Dude I can't fucking wait to write more of Missa in AMFMN I'm so excited to show what I have planned for him.

Disclaimer these are gonna be very Just Missa or Pissa related since I'm a crow so I don't get to watch him interact with many other ccs the rare times he streams 😭 Forgive me /lh

Ok I've said this elsewhere but my biggest headcanon is that he's a grim reaper. It's why he's gone so often, he's off doing a very demanding job.

Second biggest Missa hc I have is that he has (currently one-sided) romantic feelings for Phil. This is kinda canon actually but the one-sided part who knows. Either way oh my god he gets the worst butterflies around Phil /pos

THESE REAPER HANDS ARE RATED E FOR EVERYONE. You piss him off and he WILL throw hands about it. Probably through tears bc he still gets scared in the face of danger but HANDS.

He 🤝🏻 Phil on self esteem issues to a certain degree. He's certainly not as bad but boy does he have moments. He's not as stubborn as Phil so he's easier to reassure though.

His skull mask is a sugar skull!! :D

When he's wearing the mask and doesn't wanna take it off but wants to show he's big mad he'll sometimes draw angry eyebrows on his mask. He's done this in front of Phil and it absolutely killed him.

Gets overwhelmed /pos being on his own with Chayanne & Tallulah. They let loose a bit bc Phil isn't around to be Oh My God Survivalist Mode about their safety so Missa gets the brunt of unhinged behavior. Lots of laughter but also screaming involved.

He's a professional at saying out of pocket suggestive shit so fast that the translator doesn't catch it.

Yeah no he's smooched Roier a few times. Before Roier was married and he got down atrocious for Phil but yeah they did.

Smth about being with Roier turns him into quadruple the gremlin he already can be. Cellbit has aptly dubbed it The Roier Effect.

If he was given a guitar and the opportunity to do so, he'd sing/perform at every major Quesadilla Island event. (He'd be lowkey terrified bc that's a bit overwhelming but Phil and others would be cheerleading him so hard he'd do it).

When he freaks out about stuff, esp around Phil, some of it is actually secretly exaggerated bc he likes that it makes Phil laugh so much.

He gives the best fucking hugs. Instant comfort. Also he's very huggable himself. Phil's pretty buff so when he hugs Missa tight enough he cracks Missa's back like bubble wrap.

The handle of his scythe has a music staff print on it :D

God DAMN can he be spiteful sometimes. It makes Phil kinda (Floshed).

#qsmp #qsmp missa #missasinfonia #q!missa #AMFMN things #<- bc these apply to my Missa :]

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cerealandchoccymilk · 11 months

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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #02

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Continuation of my Trigun annotation for the book club. I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being gay about the characters <3 always important)

Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...

And the rest is under the cut. read my notes boy!!

[link for if the images aren't in horizontal rows]

The second page has an error - 悪夢 was probably misread as 悪魔 ("happen" and "awaken" are also the same kanji). It should be "Then, the nightmare occurred." It's really cool that this still works really well considering...y'know (not saying for the first-time readers ;) )

I just love how that drawing of Vash is so cool and serious...

...and then you turn the page and he's in the most pathetic cunty pussy-out pose you've ever seen. Easily one of my favorite panels. Also made a math question for funsies. sorry to anyone who got high school flashbacks, but I absolutely loved trigonometry lmao. I could do this forever.

A little pun(?) that may or may not be intentional - In Japanese, someone with a bounty on their head is called 賞金首, lit. "bounty neck" ("neck" sometimes signifies the entire head). The locals call out for the bounty-neck right as Vash hurt his neck lol

I love how creepy Vash moves sometimes. absolute cryptid

This is entirely a Japanese-only detail, but I really loved how Vash said バヤイ (bayai) in the sobbing in French line, because my mom also says that instead of 場合 (baai) when she's being silly lmao. Also, it's notable that in Japanese, Vash says フランセ語 ("Francé-go," where "go" is the suffix for languages) which may be either another miles->iles/double-dollar situation, or just him speaking silly like バヤイ.

Also, the line after that would more accurately be "How am I supposed to deal with all these locals?"

Here, the "Really?" is actually Meryl saying something like "I'll give you a hint."

Meryl tends to be the one responsible for the braincell in fanworks but it's important to remember that she absolutely is dumb too (affectionate).

I'm so glad I wrote that reminder about Meryl's speech, but I don't think I'll be able to do it justice here when I have so much more to talk about. I'll have to write another post later, so I'll link it when it's done. The gist is that she talks like a stereotypical high-class anime girl, and the trope is from how a similar demographic in Meiji-era Japan actually spoke.

The boy's pussy faces the world yet again. I love all the faces he makes!! look at him!!!!!!!!!!! he's so cute

The text on the board here was very messy and squished, but it says something like "Vash the Stampede Absolute Capture Task Force Headquarters." Honestly don't know how to fit all that into the board though so uh good luck on that for 2.0... Also dear god Vash has so much energy... He's just been running for 3 hours straight...!!

Fun fact: the equivalent idiom to "fight fire with fire" in Japanese is "use poison on poison."

Love how Nebraska is just like "no we didn't jailbreak, we just let ourselves out :/"

Translation error for Milly and the chairman - Milly is saying "Why do things keep getting worse and worse!?" and the chairman is mumbling "What's the deal with you two..."

Showing some love for his pretty pretty eyes..........(gives him so many smooches in my head)("i can imagine anything" image)(can't add it because i reached the 30 image limit)

The "Freeze!" is actually untranslated, just re-typed to match the surrounding font. Also, that panel is the first time Vash's antennae is shown bent!! It goes back up immediately after that though.

Fun fact #2. Vash says ara ara. if you even care.

This line never fails to hit me hard. They're all desperate mothers and sisters, and they're taking on the bad role because nothing's more important than their dear children. (reminds me of a certain someone...)

I've seen someone mention this before, but Trimax definitely adjusted the number of plants. Fifty!?!? Also, in Japanese, "plants" and "died" were in quotations.

I love the gun pull in the right panel. Vash obviously definitely doesn't intend on shooting, but is rather showing off his skill and resolve as an intimidation tactic to throw the girls off-guard.

God this entire spread is just so RAW.... (here's the post that's mentioned in blue. it just reminded me)

Some more hypes and sillies. The impact that "KISS MY ASS!!" had on my first read was phenomenal!! It's so silly!! and cool!!!

And then there's this!! Another favorite part of mine. Vash's antennae are bent again! They kind of alternate between straight and bent from here.

The green writing about the onomatopoea are more of just a translation note rather than a suggestion. I can't think of any good beckoning noises in English :V

And finally, Milly calls "Mr. Bomb" "Bomb-kun" in Japanese which I think yall would enjoy lol. And happy strangling her saturday tuesday.

The Japanese version of the annotations are in the reblogs, if anyone wants them.

I have Chapter #03 mostly ready, so I'll probably post it tomorrow morning and try to speedrun the rest of the chapters because this is taking longer than I expected!! God there's just so much to say!! (Also gotta remember to write about Meryl's speech!!)

And thank yall so much for the feedback on the Chapters #00-01 post!! I didn't know so many people were interested in such small details!! Love (and peace) yall 🫶🤞

#bing bing bauuuu bam bam bada bam baba bom bom bauuuuuuuuu (wh- wh- wh- wh- what's going on? on?) du du dududu dudu du du dududu d #trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

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biorust-art · 2 years

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“Orym is not a creature-- He is a body”.

ayo way to one shot me with that line, Matt. quick doot bc mentally i need to shift my focus but i also had to get this out. This next week is going to go by sooo slowly.

Bonus White-haired Orym under the cut, based on discord discussions

[Image Description. Rough Digital doodle of Orym from Critical Role. Spoiler for episdode 33. Orym lays on the ground, covered in blood. He looks small, in the center of the canvas. The surroundings are roughly sketched and fades into the background around the edges. The line above the sketch says ‘Orym is not a creature.’ and the one below it says ‘he is a body.’ in reference to how Matt described Orym after he died. End ID]

inspired by discord stuff- post resurrection sad boi with white hair. Probably wondering why out of everyone he knows, he gets to live. Gods. i want to give him a smooch on the forehead. Where’s Dorian when you need him??

[image ID: Digital drawing of Orym from Critical Role. He sits with bandages covering his torso and tattooed arm closest to the viewer. He looks down and to the side, somber, and has white hair instead of brown. End ID]

#critical role #orym #orym of the air ashari #critical role spoilers #character death tw #blood tw #hes just a tiny lad #a smol guy #halfling come home

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eye-of-yelough · 2 months

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sending ask for aeryn and gortash kiss 👁️👁️

oh wooooowwww this is so unexpected hehehe >:3

so, little bit of backstory: despite the fact that in all of the screencaps i’ve posted of him he doesn’t have them, Aeryn has those um. those ritualistic facial scars that a lot of people give their durges. on the lips and down the throat and on the eyebrows. those ones.

anyway, not very long at all before The Incident (3 weeks, tops) Sceleritas happens upon Aeryn sucking off the Gorb. on his knees and everything, how embarrassing. and he snitches to Dad like the little fucker he is. in the midst of the usual Bhaal Family Drama Orin comes up with a very fitting punishment. she’s going to mutilate him. no, not this mouth, his knees. i imagine the scars look a lot like that uhh. circle durge draws in blood around Alfira’s body. she does that to his knees. try kneeling in front of your lordling now, bitchboy.

aeryn kinda just. let’s it happen. because he’s a good boy 👍

Gort notices somethings off immediately and loses his fucking mind because he’s normal. and also quietly thinks about how nice the scars look. still, Orin’s hands aren’t as steady as his, artistic, sure, and putting them on the knees was a nice touch, but where’s the precision? and knees are so easy to hide. he could do a much better job. and take back what’s his at the same time. he loves a bargain.

so yeah he uh. does that. Aeryn’s sitting there letting it happen (good good boy) as blood gushes out of his throat, tears streaming down his face like 🥰 because he’s insane. afterwards gortash traces the centrepiece scar with his tongue, gets it right up in there, gathering up blood from his mid-neck to split lip, and thinks, this is the most beautiful his monster has ever looked. dazed from bloodloss, whimpering at his intrusion, and utterly vulnerable. fuck it. he deserves it.

so they have a lil smooch. aeryn shits bricks. something something about how Orin’s (Bhaal’s) scars weren’t half as painful, but did she hold him after? did Bhaal reward him for his self sacrifice like this? has he ever?

hm. maybe i should just turn this into a fic. that’s clearly what my brain wants .

#aeryn and gortash #asks #ok to rb as is everything i post etc etc #thanks so much for asking and also hiiiii! hope this is good!#your daily dose of idiocy #gortash #bg3

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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CONSIDER: Harrow (and the Moon Boys if you’re up for it, might be too much tho. Completely understand) helping the reader, who happens to have mobility issues and uses a cane in order to walk, shower (perhaps after doing the deed 👀).

This epiphany did come to me while I was showering, yes.

It's always a pleasure to write about Moon and Croc boys, honestly.

Marc Spector:

Overprotective. He's like your personal service dog because he's following you everywhere (even at home).

You need to reach something from a shelf? He's already handing it to you. There are some static stairs? He'll carry you bridestyle. No empty seats in the bus? He'll go straight to someone and "friendly" ask them to move.

The flat's shower isn't meant to help you during shower, so he brings in a tiny chair or bank so you won't get tired or hurt. Once you're done, he'll hand you a towel or apron and will help you to get out.

...But yeah, if you ask him to shower with you he's extra careful, and extra shy too.

For sexy time he's always asking softly if you are fine. "Is this position good for you? Sorry, I'm going to- okay, am not hurting you am I? Slowly, baby, slowly... yeah, you're fine, that's better for you, right?"

Steven Grant:

He believes you when you say you can do things by yourself. It doesn't mean he's not worried about you when he cannot be physically in the same place as you are. What if you need assistance and there's nobody at sight?

Makes an extensive research about your issue and how to help you have a better life quality through that. "Why don't you rise your legs, honey? Yes, sure, you can put them on mine- I read some massages are helpful, let me..."

The first thing he does when you take a bus is searching a seat for you. "Um, excuse me, can they take this seat?" and will fight whoever mutters something against you for looking "too young to need a special seat".

When he has some money, he buys things for you that may help you in your daily basis, like removable seats and even sets a handle in the shower for those times you spend at the flat.

He hates seeing you in pain, and sometimes it's something you can't avoid. His puppy eyes shine with held tears while he massages and smooches you. "You're so brave, my love, you deserve better" "You're the best for me, Steven, thank you" (aaaand now he's crying)

Jake Lockley:

His limo, his rules, even if you need to go to the supermarket for a box of cereal he's your personal driver, and he won't accept a no as an answer.

Offers you his arm like an old fashioned gentleman. "Jake, I can walk, don't worry" "And I can get you if you trip, bonita, c'mon"

Jake seems to grow a fifth sense to know when you start to get tired or a little in pain. It's the moment his arms lift you and either carries you like a monkey on his back or bridestyle because why not.

If you had a specially hard day, he'll do everything for you. Makes you rest on the bed with a good amount of pillows to hold your back and legs, brings you the dinner and some tea he snatched from Steven's cabinet ("I'm sure this inglesito menso has some good teas for pain") and, if you need to, gives some massages with oils. And oh the feeling of his big hands softly moving towards your body is both calming and arousing.

Even when he loves wilder scenarios, he learns some positions to have sexy time with you without the risk of hurting you, mostly side-to-side positions or, if you feel you can handle it, you can go on top and he holds you good and fine.

Arthur Harrow:

He knows very well for the pain you're going through. In a certain way, he feels linked to you from the very first time, not because there's a lack of disabled people in the cult, it's just there's something in you, in the way you deal with this, that draws his attention.

Likes to hold hands when you're walking together, and even jokes a little about how you're "balanced". "By ourselves, we may look uncomplete for the rest of the world, but together, we're like a scale, you see? We help each other, we need each other"

You've grown to be as independent as you can, but what you don't know is Arthur has the commune aware that, if you need any sort of help, they better assist you.

He's the one who kneels to you. He helps you to take off your shoes after a long day and then, he accompanies you to the bath so you can clean yourself. But the truth is he likes to take baths with you.

Picture this: you and Arthur are in the mood and, once the day is over, you get into your house and make love on the bed. Arthur maneuvers so you feel comfortable and takes advantage of the situation to massage your back and legs. He mutters sweet things to you meanwhile, if there's someone in this world he praises besides his goddess, is you.

And when you're done, he prepares the bathtub and you spend a long time in it helping each other with the soap and shampoo.

#moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #moon boys #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #arthur harrow #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #steven grant headcanon #arthur harrow x reader #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #praise ammit #ethan hawke #oscar isaac

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macabrecake · 2 years

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hey bby cake, been a long time since I been in here -

anywho, could I request a dam! leon blurb? you choose how it goes, I just miss my boy, thank you in advance babe <3

Gabbyyyy! ❤️❤️❤️ Oooh dam!Leon bby! I feel that ngl been thinking about him too lately. Also Lyn's ask has still left me very soft so this is gonna be fluffy too cause he deserves it 😌

You knew Leon's mood was already dark. Understandable, really, given what he suffered through in Eastern Slav Republic. Leaving him with a staggering dilemma of feeling as if he's been lied to, unsure who to trust anymore. And you knew the moment Leon hung up on Hunnigan, his mood was gonna remain that way if you didn't try something. So as the agent moves to stand up from the bed, you gently clasp his hand. Which earns you an irked brow above a hardened set of fierce blue eyes, and a low, gravelly hum of confusion.

You say nothing, but gently tug his hand instead with a pleading gaze, hoping he'll follow. He sighs but allows you to sit him back down. Where you then scoot onto his lap and gather him up in your arms with a soft squeeze. A sudden sense of relief instantly washes over Leon to take the tension from his shoulders as he relaxes into your hold with a slow exhale and coils his arms around you, pulling your petite frame closer to him. The warmth and weight of you grounding him so greatly appreciated that he seeks out more of it. Leading him to bury his face in your neck and just breathe.

A smile graces your lips as you rest your chin on his shoulder while your fingers set out to draw soothing circles into his back. "Thank you, Princess." You hear Leon whisper, his lips lightly pressed to your pulse point. Which you reply with a sweet kiss to the side of his head. "You're welcome darlin. But I'm not done yet."

His head raises from your neck to give a questioning look, little does he know that's what you're aiming for, once his face meets yours you 'attack'. By gently carding your fingers through his dark locks and set out on a mission to kiss every inch of that man's face as you lean him all the way down to lay flat on the bed.

Numerous of your loving little smooches find his face, including one to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, another couple on both of his eyebrows, the center of his chin, and of course- the horizontal scar on his cheek. Until, finally, you're given that treasure you were searching for.

A warm laugh vibrating in his chest and past his lips, allowing you to view those pretty pearly whites. With an extra bonus of seeing the honey glow in his cheeks. Which broaden in color as your thumb sweetly strokes his face. Leon's expression becomes much softer now as he relaxes and adoringly peers up at you. Letting himself forget about being an agent.

And simply be a man in love.

#EVERY ITERATION OF LEON DESERVES MULTIPLE KISSES TO HIS FACE #I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL #PLEASE IT'S WHAT HE NEEDS #TRUST ME #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil damnation #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you

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mejomonster · 9 months

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Okay, Young Royals ep 3, things so far:

I love that Simon is willing to stand up to August. YES, we the audience know August is broke, is hiding it, and unwilling to sell his dead dads stuff to get money (which while I think that means he Has money, I get that sentimentality that's a fairly good reason to not want to part with those things). And Simon's friends are SO right to be mad at him for losing it a bit, for telling him "you're like these people." Because like. While I feel like I mightve lost it More than Simon were I in his shoes, he did make his point and at a certain point you have to draw a line of what's okay or not okay to do. As an adult I realize yeah, the line is don't hit someone to the point your friends stop you. But as a teenagers perspective, I get Simon losing it a little. August isn't Even always doing it on purpose, but he is playing with Simon's life. Making light of it, causing huge issues for Simon that August doesn't even consider big or realize is big or Care if it's big and intensely destructive to Simon. Like... even just with power imbalances, Simon never really could say no to getting August alchohol. Simon never really could demand: pay me FIRST or you get nothing. Simon couldn't really avoid trying to get August drugs, cause he didn't want August harassing his sister and making her life more difficult too. And by then August could've blackmailed Simon for the alcohol thing. Anyway my point is: Simon is a brave dude for standing up for himself in an environment where there literally is a red line you don't cross, people aren't even Supposed to be nice to you or your friend, people can't even refer to you positively or neutrally (they have to Insult Simon to avoid being ostracized), and Simon is intensely aware at any point these people Could destroy his life. Or worse, also his sisters. I think he probably was angry at way more than just August. But August participated in these breaking of the rules by taking what he wanted Simon to give him, which gave Simon just enough leverage to feel he could even call August out. Still, Simon's the one in less power

I love Simon in general? What a brave dude?? Dude crushes on a prince, a prince who's constantly (in front of him) controlled and threatened to be a Certain way, who's constantly monitored (to the point willhelm is afraid to be on social media and afraid to be seen by his "friends" simply speaking his mind), and Simon's like: well I AM crushing. I'd never say it out loud cause I have an iota (a tiny one) of self preservation. But if I'm alone and I feel the spark? I am KISSING that boy. And he does!!!

Not just one kiss! Simon, absolute valiant sweetie that he his, goes for a peck. When there's no response, goes for another peck! When there's confusions and "I'm not"? Still let's Willhelm pull him back toward him. Waits and wants to kiss him and when Wille does? He seizes the moment. Absolute star, Simon. He is The Moment. He is Incredible. The nerve of that guy. Simon's like: I won't SAY I have a crush (absolute nightmare scenario to actually have one on HIM I Know) but I am SMOOCHING that CUTE BOY and SHOOTING MY SHOT. In fact I'm going to shoot my shot until I get a clear response, even! He is sunshine he is brave he is just phenomenal. I love him. I also love the whole brave awkward drawn out power balancing act that was that scene.

I love Sara and Felice and in my perfect world they're the secondary relationship but idk if I'll get what I want. I like though that Felice NEEDS that level of honesty: both acknowledging what she wants to hide about herself, and Sara really genuinely admiring her and MEANING it in a way Felice can be more certain is True than when other people compliment her.

#young royals #lb

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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hi! i hope you doing great darling! <3

can I have romantic obey me matchup please? (the character I wouldn’t like to be matched with is asmo, don’t get me wrong, I love him with my whole heart!!! just don’t feel like it)

i’m a girl, 18, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Match Up:

🌻 500 followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Warnings: none it's all fluff dears.

Mammon Avatar of Greed

I think Mammon sounds perfect for you, he'd think you were just the cutest thing! His sweet little bunny girl must be protected at all costs 💛 Your love language is touch? That's great because our poor boy is touch starved. He'll take anything you want to give him and more thanks. And don't worry about being shy, his extroverted nature will draw you out of your shell. Thank Dia you are polyglot because even he has a hard time knowing what he's saying. He talks so bloody fast sometimes it all gets mixed together.

Head canons for the two of you:

He's not sure why he pretended he wasn't into you when you first met. Call it self-preservation, sometimes he gets to know someone and they start thinking he's worse than dog shit thanks to his greedy nature. So he ignored his feelings, poured acid on the butterflies in his stomach that seemed to come alive when you entered a room. Put a stopper on the feeling of pure bliss that seemed to pour from his chest whenever you touched him. Instead he just waited for the inevitable; the malice that would taint your words when you spoke to him. He was so sure it would happen, but it never did. You were always so sweet to him, going along with his schemes, sticking up for him in front of his brothers, you're always by his side. And you seem happy to be there? And once he realised that he stopped fighting it, the next time you went to grab his hand he let you. Your delicate little hand felt so small and soft, he hoped his hand wasn't too sweaty. It was, sweaty that is, but you weren't going to complain. You definitely weren't voicing an concerns when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your wrist. You simply slipped your hand out of his so you could cup his pretty face and return

Sometimes you catch him staring at you, he doesn't realise he's doing it. He always blushes and stutters out an apology then explains that he just gets lost in your beauty.

He never leaves your side. I repeat HE NEVER LEAVES YOUR SIDE. He's holding your hand, his arms wrapped around you with a hand resting on your hip, he's looped your arm in his. He's stuck like glue to you babe.

Every time he goes shopping without you he can't help but buy you things! Just anything they reminds him of you, he bought you these fuck awful bunny slippers once. But it was such a sweet gesture that you had to keep them!

His favourite thing is when you give him kisses. Soft ones; where you're both cuddling on the couch being cute and giggly together and you reach over and pull that pretty face of his closer for a smooch. Sleepy ones; when he gets back from a shoot extremely early in the morning and tries to sneak into bed beside you with out waking you up. But it's Mammon, he's loud okay! He slips in beside you and you roll over and wrap your arms around him and tell him welcome home before smooshing your lips messily on his. Sneaky one; where you're walking past him in the hallway at RAD and you jump up and kiss him quickly on the lips or the cheek and then walk off before he catches you. Intense ones; like the ones where you're moaning into his mouth as he pulls you closer and you let his tongue dance against yours.

Ok well, I hope you like it! 💕💕💕

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me mc #om! mc #obey me mammon #obey me! mammon #om! mammon #the great mammon #mammon avatar of greed #mammon fluff #mammonobeyme #mammon #obey me mammon headcanons

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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Virtue!! Your event!!!! Why are you so sweet let me smooch you😭

If it's okay I would love to tell you about my Selfship with none other but Benkei bear 🫶

Sadly I don't have any selfship art bc your bitch is broke but I have a picrew

We're just that wholesome lil couple where you think "oh my how adorable I want that too!"

We got our difficulties choosing movies because I live for horror and gore which he's scared of bc he's a baby. All big and tough but he's the softest. He would keep a light on when I listen to true crime to fall asleep and states it's so he can read and play with my hair but in reality he's scared (but won't say anything bc he knows I can't fall asleep otherwise)

He would protect me from everything and speak for me when anxiety kicks in but as we know I'll gladly destroy kneecaps if someone pisses my loved ones off so I think this dynamic fits us best

He's this cool headed, calm, rational guy that likes to be loud and cheer all his friends on while I'm that impulsive little crackrat that can't open her mouth for shit - and if I do it's either veeery quiet (or I will make you question your existence if you chose to fuck around and find out)

Him and Ace are best buddies and it makes me question from time to time if he's with me so he can hang out with my dog 💔 can't blame him tho, that stinky is a legend.

Our song is Work song by Hozier. It just gives me this big ol Benkei vibes.

You probably have the whole knowledge of A-Z about him thanks to yours truly 🫶

And about me uh yeah. I'm a lil Shrimpy that would kill for her dog and loved ones, big anger issues but a shy baby. As you know I love to crochet and lately to paint / draw.

I don't know what else to tell you but I could go on for hours about how much I would like to lay in bed and cuddle him right now because yeah. I love him and he's that big walking heater that likes to cuddle.

I just love this man why is he not real 🥹

Greet the Breadstick from me please and give her some good booty scratches if she's into that🖤

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◇─◇──◇── @benkeibear x Benkei! ──◇──◇─◇

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birthday edition!!! Wishing you a very tolerable year with more ups than downs hehe <3 <3

□ I feel like Benkei has definitely tried to train you a bit in the past. So he can be particularly comfortable and secure in your ability to stand you ground against the GIANTS you experience on the daily.

□ And thank god it happened after hours bc i think it has also once maybe ended in steamy locker room times.

□ Benkei has tried to squat Ace (with ace kind laying on/being held on his shoulders). I don't think ace loved that. His lil face was VERY CONFUSED, but the gym insta followers loved the video.

□ this one is kinda out there but i think maybe Benkei might have discovered yarn bombing and coordinated with some local grandmas to yarn bomb a park. I think he probably tried to get you to teach him (I'm not sure if his hands were quite dexterous enough) but tldr, the grandma population loves him and he thinks it's a very silly idea.

□ big spoon/little spoon? Puh-lease. Benkei lays on you. He hugs your hips and nestles his cheek into your tum and he could die happily like that, your warmth on his cheek. It's super cute right!!! WRONG! Come winter you are going to be plagued by his COLD NOSE. It is the ONLY PART OF THE MAN THAT GETS COLD. But ugh anything for him T.T

□ Benkei sends you a video every. single. walk. with Ace because he's a silly boy or his ears flopped really cutely.

□ He absolutely lifts you in the grocery store.

□ Benkei, in all his buff, yet soft glory spends a lot of time at Shinichiro's place lately. He always smells really sweet when he comes back too.

□ it's weird but like it's Benkei. Benkei would never do anything so sketchy as cheat.

□ Of course, he was really getting baking lessons from housewife in the making Emma. Even better than the cheesecake me makes for your birthday, is the stack of photos of Benkei with each and every one of his failed creations along the way.

□ Also, he's the most reasonable of the older gen trio, but he still forgot candles so you just blew out his lighter lmaooo

□ I just know he'd be coordinating for months to get people to get to see you irl esp after the last few years of wild shit. It's made even more sweet bc I don't think he's really the stay-tightly-in-touch type so it's really a little labor of love and UGH I LOVE YOU TWO.

□ Most importantly Benkei lets me play flirt with you and is in on the running joke that if heaven forbid anything happens to him, I get you

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If anyone but rhy made it here - sorry yall, this is me celebrating our girl's birthday so it's a super special extended length version.

BACK TO IT THO!!!!

Have you ever lovingly teased him about his very of-the-time tribal-y tattoos?be honest. eheheh

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

#SelfVi's Event #Birthday special #only the one post tonight #rough dy at work

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nickywhoisi · 1 year

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It's midnight mods are asleep post chefs

That's right, we're veering off course from my usual project again as I have officially gone full batshit and dove head first into the Pizza Tower fandom. No regrets baby. I mean have you seen the shit poppin off over here rn? Buck wild. And all the cool kids make ocs, so

The dude in purple is my oc Adlin Bäkermann, he/him/ they-them sometimes, probably mid 30's, and they run a bakery just down the block from Peppino's pizzeria. It's the best in town because all of it is homemade by him. Peppino gets the pizza dough from Adlin, if he doesn't make it himself. Adlin sometimes comes by for a snack break. Sometimes Peppino comes over for a well-needed coffee break. Local businesses supporting other local businesses <3

Adlin is a very quiet guy. He rarely speaks in more than affirmative sounds or disapproving grunts, but on occasion he will use his words. And he is one cool cucumber, so instead of frantically worrying about what his friend's went through, he will just ask calmly, practically like a therapist, "What happened?" He's an honourable soul and cannot stand seeing injustice. Things like that, and other stressors (like work) can bring up his inner rage meter though, because he is not impervious to anger management issues. And he's German, so he can be scary about it. It really isn't a smart move to piss off a lad who will throw massive gauntlet hands that can crush you like a bug, or make him use his steely eyes to bore into your very being. And, strangely, he can be a tad absent-minded. If he screws up something, you will hear a quiet, ashamed, "...Sorry." There's more times than he'd care to admit that he was kneading dough while fuming, and before they realized it, the work table was fuckin shrapnel. Oops. Lil' bit of a klutz. Better watch those mitts of yours, boy! Ooo hoo hoo hoo

Now with that blurbo finished for my blorbo, I wamna discuss the pic. Specifically, I love how the colouring and effects used turned out. So close to what I was looking for! Huzzah! I'm happy with the mach speed lines and Adlin's beeg bright rocket blasts. I was also on the fence about colouring in Adlin's pants, was thinking of keeping them white, but...actually it was a really good idea. It matches the other guys, and when I designed Adlin, I really wanted to make it a point that he had things that could make him a playable character. Just like one of the cast. His hands fire little dough blasts, but because of the hole of fire he launches them out of...they come out as little cooked brioche buns. Gdsffddsggssgff This is basically a proof of concept for my jump 'n shoot baker boi. I love my child so much. My sweet bebeh. In canon, he's got that androgynous pretty swag, which makes him all the more intimidating to approach. Oh and before I forget...there isn't any shipping. Naughty children ;) I know what you're after you wanna know if my boy smooches the italian like a lot of the other ocs. Nah. These guys are literally only friends, but good friends. Which might not be so obvious with how I introduced them, but that happens in universe too. You'd think there's rivalry going on, and there is occasionaly some weird indescribable tension between them, but nope. I'm just so happy that I drew Adlin just like how I wanted and then suddenly he looks like the metal to Peppi's sonic. It just happened outta nowhere, and that's frankly amazing. Pizza Tower is the gift that keeps on giving and I am alive

And yeah this was my first try at drawing The Noise, can ya tell? He has details that aren't so correct, but I'm kinda diggin the caramel top I put on his hat. To make him look closer to a cream puff. And I wasn't sure how many teeth he was supposed to have. But there ya go I think I still captured his noisy noidy e s s e n c e . AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS BUTT NOT A BIG KOO- OKAY JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR THAnks. And the same applies to Brick, I didn't think to study his design and then draw so it was off memory. Still looks super cute though ngl

What are they racing towards? Who's gonna win? Idk I just like the stardust speedway vibes goin on look at these funky little dudes go

#oh shit (siren)#the boys are here aw shit whuddup #so proud of my deutsch boi over here I have so many more things I wanna draw him in #this fandom is a treasure y'all and I will protect it with my life #pizza tower #pizza tower oc #Adlin pt oc #zomg my art!

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garebearandnan · 8 months

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Day 11 Pt2 SNOGATHON CHALLENGE

Season 2: Snogathon

A phone pings. Hope says, “I got a text!” She read it out to the others. “Girls, pucker up, and get ready to lock lips in today’s challenge. It's time to find out which girl is the best kisser! #kisstowin #tenoutoften”

Lottie calls out, “Pucker up, boys.”

Chelsea clapped excitedly. “Amazeballs. That means we’re all going to be kissing everyone.”

“This sounds like a right laugh. Bring on those steamy smooches.” Bobby makes a smacking noise with his lips causing all the Islanders to laugh.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: Time to brush your teeth. Brush your hair, brush your tongue, put on lip balm.

Beach Hut (BH) Jakub: “Well I feel like all my Christmases have come at once. Snogging six hot girls. Cracking stuff!”

(VOICE OVER) Narrator, Iain Stirling: It’s time for the kissing contest. That moment when the subtitles guys throw their hands up in despair and just write the phrase ‘Slurping noises’.

Grace and Gary arrive at the poolside before the others. A blackboard near the bar has each girl’s name across the top and the boys in a column, a blank column at the end to tally the scores. Gary picks up one of the blindfolds sitting on the bar. “This is a dream come true,” he gave you a flirty smile.

“A dream involving blindfolds?” You gave him a cheeky smile, saying, “If you want to wear it to bed…”

Gary's eyes widened and he gulped before asking, “You like it… like that?” Before you could reply the other Islanders joined you.

Iain Stirling: The boys are blindfolded and wearing noise-cancelling headphones. The girls make their way down the line, kissing every boy. The girl with the highest total score wins. Presumably a vat of cold sore cream. First up is Marisol.

Marisol pov. The girls all wore scrunchies to hold their hair back In a pony tail. You place a box down in front of each boy as you move down the line. Gary was the first boy.

BH Marisol: “If I didn’t have that little box, I would literally have to, like, leap on them and, like, wrap my arms and legs around them and just like, hold myself up to be level.”

He smiles as you take his face in your hands and softly press your lips against his. You give him a brief, sensual kiss on the lips for maybe four or five seconds. You moved onto Bobby. Before putting your hand around his neck and pulling him in for a soft kiss, you hesitated. He seems ready to reciprocate, but you’re on different wavelengths, and you bump teeth. The kiss is quick, but it’s nonetheless sensual.

GIRLS GASP. SNORTS OF LAUGHTER.

Hope: Oh, I think they bumped teeth.

BH Marisol: “I think there’s a bit of tooth. I felt like our teeth were hitting off a bit.”

Next in line is Ibrahim. You give him an alluring kiss, even though it lasts maybe four seconds.

BH Marisol: “I was least looking forward to Ibrahim’s kiss cos he’s just not me. But he’s actually a really good kisser.”

You carry the box and place it in front of Noah. You pull him down to meet her lips. You kiss him sensually on his lips for about five seconds.

Priya: Wow, she’s really going for it!

With Lucas, you go for a full, sexy snog. You already know he’s an amazing kisser. You give him a lingering kiss on his neck before you press your lips against his. You melt into the kiss as he returns your kiss eagerly. Your heart starts racing when your tongues briefly dance together as your kiss intensifies. He wears a smouldering smile as the kiss draws to a close.

BH Marisol: “A bit of nerves going first. I just think it was a bit awkward. Like I was moving my head back and forward. I also feel going first in the challenge, as well, you never know how hard everyone else is gonna go in.”

Last in line is Jakub. You pull his head down with your hand on his cheek. Almost immediately, his tongue darted into your mouth, which slightly disrupted the kissing rhythm. You break away, slightly awkward. Jakub frowned and pouted his lips. You hurried back to join the girls.

Iain Stirling: Our host, Grace, will then ask each boy to rate the kiss out of ten. The girl with the highest score wins.

Grace: Gary, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Gary: Lips were too wet. A little too much saliva. I’d give it 6.

Bobby: There was a slight tooth clang. It was just a skimming one. 5 out of 10

The girls cover their lips with their hands, attempting to keep their laughter in check.

Ibrahim: It was one of the stiffest kisses I ever had. Sadly, I will be rating that a 4.

Marisol’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Noah: A lot of tongue. Good lip-to-tongue ratio. So, I’m going to go with a 7 out of 10.

Grace: Okay, Lucas, what's your hashtag and score?

Lucas: Hashtag lips don’t lie. Great technique, and I love the teaser on the neck. 8 out of 10.

The girls all oohed.

Jakub: She opened her mouth bigger than a great white shark.

BH Marisol: “I don’t have a big mouth. I don’t think I can open my mouth that wide. I’m salty about that one. So salty.”

Jakub: But I don’t mind that. 6.5

BH Marisol: “I rate myself 10 for almost everything. Not kissing anymore. Apparently, I’m a shitkisser. That’s fine.” (She giggles.)

HOPE'S TURN.

Hope pov. You walk up to the first boy, Gary. You place your hand on his chest and place a sweet peck on the side of his mouth. Gary smiled with a nod.

GIRLS: Awe.

BH Hope: “I didn’t want to step on Grace’s toes. I’m not about that. And I don’t have any feelings for Gary, so I wasn’t going to try to stick it on him.”

Next, you pull Bobby’s head toward you, yet turn his face at the last minute and plant a lingering peck on his smooth cheek. As you start to move on to the next boy you give him a gentle tap on the nose. Bobby chuckled.

With Ibrahim, you touched his toned shoulders and pulled his head down with your hand behind his neck. The kiss lasted a few seconds, and you placed a lingering kiss on the lips before you stepped back.

Time to leave Noah speechless. You start by placing your hand on his chest, leaning up, and planting a lingering kiss on his neck. Next, you gently rub your fingernails on the back of Noah’s nape, pulling his head down for a snog. Your lips meet, and the kiss turns passionate immediately. You savour the moment. He smiles as you pull away and place a lingering peck on his lips before moving onto the next boy in line, Lucas.

You push your lips against his, and he instantly kisses you back for a few seconds. You stroked your fingers across his nape as you caressed your tongue across his bottom lip. When he went to reciprocate, you pulled back, leaving him wanting more. His typical smouldering grin came out when you moved to the last boy.

Marisol: Oh, Lucas got a little something more.

You touched Jakub’s toned shoulders, then went in for a kiss but pulled away and bent over laughing.

GIRLS GASP. SNORTS OF LAUGHTER.

BH Hope: “He went like this.” She mimed him, puckering up like a fish. “So I don’t even think I kissed him.”

Hope comes back to stand beside you, smiling to herself.

Grace: Gary, how did you find that kiss?

Gary: I’m going to throw a respect mark out there and give that girl a 7 out of 10.

Bobby: Big, juicy cheek smooch. The boop earned her an extra point. I’ll give it a 6.

Grace: So Rahim, what did you think of the kiss?

Ibrahim: Started off well, then declined a little bit. I’d give it a 7.5.

Hope squeals to herself as she clasps her hands over her mouth.

BH Hope: “I just didn’t want all of them putting their tongue in my mouth.” She sticks out her tongue and laughs.

Grace: Noah, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Noah: A really gentle approach. I liked that. Nice, luscious lips. I love the teaser on the neck as well.

Grace: And what do you rate it out of ten?

Noah: I’m gonna give it an 8.5 out of 10.

BH Hope: “I’m happy Noah gave me an 8.5. You know. I would have preferred a 9 or 10, but I’m happy with it.”

Grace: Lucas, how did you find that first kiss?

Lucas: Good kiss. Plump, lush lips. Good tongue action. (He chuckles.)

GIRLS: Ooh!

Grace: And what do you rate it out of 10?

Lucas: I’m gonna go with an 8.

BH Lucas: “I really enjoyed it. Her lips are very plump.”

Jakub: By the time I lent in, she was gone. Let me stand there like this. (He mimes a kiss by puckering his lips like a fish.) For that reason, I’m giving her a big, fat 3.

BH Hope: “I just know personally that wasn’t my best. But, like, I don't need anyone's score cos I know I have good lips and am a top lip kisser, normally.”

CHELSEA'S TURN.

BH Chelsea: “I’m actually looking forward to kissing all the guys. Cos, I think, like, you know, that’s how you know. I think a kiss tells so many things.”

Chelsea waltzes to Gary with a mischievous look in her eye. Chelsea looks over at the girls and starts cracking up. The girls cheer her on.

Grace: Just get in the rhythm.

Priya: You go, girl. Snog your life away.

Chelsea pov. You wrap your arms around Gary and kiss him tenderly. When you pull away, he’s grinning. It was a sweet kiss, no longer than a few seconds. You're giggling when you pull back before skipping over to Bobby.

BH Grace: “Watching the girls kiss Gary—I mean it wasn’t pleasant. But it's a challenge.”

You tilted your head and gave Bobby a mysterious smile. You teased him planting a kiss on his cheek, before finally going in for the real thing. You run your hands through locks as he kisses you back.

Hope: Aaah!

It's a full-on snog. You feel his tongue against your own. Bobby wore a flirty grin when the kiss ended.

The girls cover their mouths with their hands in an attempt to suppress their giggles.

Priya: Geez, she looks like a good kisser.

BH Chelsea: “There was really no technique in my kissing the boys. It was more like grab the neck, and stick the tongue out. Hope for the best, really. See if you get a good reaction.”

You move to the next boy and pull Ibrahim in for a kiss. You take his face in your hands and softly press your lips against his. Soon their tongues touched in a passionate and intense kiss.

Hope: Oh, my God, she’s going in.

The girls watch him go in with tongue and they all gasp and hold in their laughter.

Finally, you pull away from the kiss and he grins happily. You moved onto the handsome librarian and leaned up and gave him a sweet lingering peck.

BH Chelsea: “Ibrahim was giving tongue. Noah, he just wasn’t giving. Bobby smelled really nice, and his lips were as tasty.”

You sidled right over to Lucas excitedly and leaned in to kiss him. Your lips became more urgent, and you ran your fingers gently over the back of his nape. The kiss turns into a full-on snog. You feel his tongue meet your own, your hands urging him closer. You make the most of the kiss with him, lingering your lips on his mouth. You finally pull back and see him beaming.

Jakub was last. You wrap a hand tightly around his neck and pull his head down for a kiss. Their kiss ended abruptly as you pulled back. Jakub looked a little puzzled.

BH Marisol: “As the challenge went on, everyone got more confident.”

Chelsea skips back to join the girls, flashing Grace a bright smile. The boys rate her kiss.

Gary: Good tech on display. I’m going to give it a 7.

Bobby: She was a really good kisser. I’d probably give it an 8 out of 10.

Grace: Rahim, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Ibrahim: Like, soft lips. Maybe less head wiggle.

Chelsea twirls around laughing, hands over mouth.

Grace: Can you now rate that kiss out of 10?

Ibrahim: Rate it an 8.

Noah: Short but sweet. 7 out of 10.

Lucas: Really good kiss. I’d have to give that a 9.

Grace: Jakub, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Jakub: Very good kiss. Very good lips. I'm going to give it an 8.

BH Chelsea: “Best kisser was Lucas. 10 out of 10.”

PRIYA'S TURN.

BH Priya: “I really don’t have a technique. It comes naturally, really.”

Priya leaned in and snogged Gary. Grace covered one eye, scrunching up her face.

SQUEALS AND SNORTS OF LAUGHTER FROM THE GIRLS.

Priya pov. As you pull away, you take the chance for another quick peck. Gary chuckled. You moved on down the line. You wound your arms around Ibrahim’s strong neck and gave him a little teaser on the neck before you pushed your lips onto his. His lips match your passionate pattern as you quicken the pace. His mouth opens slightly to allow your tongue to gently caress his. For a second, you both cling fondly to each other. You can’t help but smell his delicious cologne. You step away, shooting him a flirty smile.

BH Priya: “No matter how things play out with Rahim and me, there’s no denying the sexual chemistry. And the boy can kiss.”

Grace looks over at Hope as Priya reaches Noah next. Hope watches Priya with pursed lips. Priya’s kiss was passionate and confident, and Noah seemed to enjoy it.

But it was over too soon when Noah pulled back, but he was smiling. You catch Hope’s eye; she crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

BH Hope: “Yeah. I think Priya kind of went for it with Noah. This was her perfect opportunity to get to kiss him. And I’m pretty sure it’s going to be her last.”

You step in front of Bobby. You smiled as you leaned in. You’ve snogged Bobby during a previous challenge, so you know he is a good kisser. You draw him close with one hand behind his neck and press your lips against his. The kiss becomes more passionate.

Bobby notices the sweetness of her perfume as your tongues softly caress each other.

After the kiss slows down, you give him a mischievous look before gently biting his bottom lip. Bobby let out a soft moan. You step back with a bright smile, and Bobby blows out a breath.

BH Grace: “That was Priya’s competition to a T. She had a really nice kissing technique.”

Next, the gorgeous estate agent stands in front of Lucas and grabs his chin with her fingers. You lean in slowly, taking the time to enjoy the scent of his cologne and the look of anticipation on his face. He returned your sensual kiss with confidence and passion. Wow, this feels amazing. When you pull away, your a little breathless. You give his hair a cheeky tug before you step back. Lucas laughed with a smouldering smirk.

BH Priya: “I really like a guy that will take control of a kiss. Lucas was a confident, good kisser.”

You plant a soft kiss on Jakub’s lips at first before deepening it. Jakub responded eagerly, kissing you back. When you pull away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

BH Marisol: “Some of the other girls just went for it. And absolutely smashed it. And I rate them for it.”

Priya looks extremely pleased with herself as she returns to stand next to Grace by the scoreboard. "Jakub ate my face," Priya whispers to Grace as she shivers slightly. The boys rate her kiss.

Gary: Nice lips. Just the right amount of tongue. I’ll give it an 8 out of 10.

Grace: Okay, Bobby, what's your hashtag and score?

Bobby: Hashtag, marry me. I’d give it a 10.

The girls gasped, and Priya giggled at his cheeky comment.

Gary: Cheeky.

Ibrahim: I could tell she was an experienced kisser. I loved the little teaser on the neck as well. 9 out of 10.

BH Ibrahim: “I knew it was Priya. It was, like, really slow and sensual. She’s a great kisser.”

Noah: Tempo was really nice. The tongue tempo was great. I’d give it an 8.

Grace: Lucas, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Lucas: She went in for the kill, and I love it. She blew my mind.

Grace: Can you now rate that kiss out of 10?

Lucas: I don’t believe in 10’s, but that was damn near close. 9.9 out of 10.

Grace: Jakub, what's your hashtag and score?

Jakub: It had it all. Hashtag GetMyTongueBackDownThere.

LAUGHTER and CHEERING

Priya gapped at him as her face heated up.

Grace: And what’s your score?

Jakub: That was the best one I’ve had all day. I’ve got to give her a 9.5

BH Priya: “I know I'm a good kisser. I never doubted myself.”

LOTTIE'S TURN.

Grace had to admit that she was slightly nervous to see how this all played out. Lottie flips her hair. She puts her hand on your hip and strides over to Gary.

Lottie pov. You gripped the back of his neck with one hand and pulled his head in for a kiss. You decided to be a little cheeky and bit his bottom lip first. You press your lips against Gary’s and close your eyes. You flick your tongue against his, and you hear a small intake of breath. For a moment, your tongues caress each other, and he halted the kiss and drew back.

BH Grace: “The look she gave him, she enjoyed her kiss with him way to much. We’ll see how he rates it.” You cover your face with your hands and groan loudly.

Lottie moves onto her partner, Bobby. She traces his jawline with her fingers and kisses him for what seems like forever. It’s a passionate, intense, you-and-me-against-the-world kind of kiss and seems to last for a small eternity.

Grace (thinking): Considering they claim to be a platonic couple, they really seemed comfortable kissing each other and having a good time.

You finally pull away, planting one last kiss on Bobby’s cheek. Bobby gives you a flirty smile! You approached Ibrahim next. You draw him in, kissing his lips delicately. He waits patiently for you to proceed. You go in for the real kiss, feeling his soft lips against yours.

SQUEALS AND SNORTS OF LAUGHTER FROM THE GIRLS.

His breath catches as you both enjoy the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his strong shoulders as the kiss builds.

BH Lottie: “I went for it with Rahim, and I was actually surprised. I didn’t expect him to be a good kisser. Crikey, his body is rock hard.”

It turns into a sultry, rhythmic snog with tongues. You let one nail slide down his shoulder and seductively stroke his ripped bicep. When you finally pulled away, he’s breathless. Ibrahim chuckles awkwardly, blushing a little. “I think I’m blushing.” Lottie shoots him a flirty smile.

BH Lottie: “Phew. I’m not going to lie kissing Rahim. I got fanny flutters.”

Next, you lean in close and brush your lips against Noah’s. Hope covered her eyes. The kiss lasted just a few seconds, but the girls definitely saw a flash of tongue as she pulled away.

BH Marisol: “Lottie went for it. You could see tongue coming out the sides. It was a bit hellish.”

Grace look over at Hope and she forces a smile through gritted teeth.

You move on to Lucas. You cup his cheek and kiss him. It’s full of fire and confidence. You tug on his hair and kissed him harder. You pulled away and ran your fingers down his chest seductively. He gave you a smouldering smile.

Lastly in line, Jakub. You lean in, and he kisses you back, lightly at first, then deepening the kiss. When he tried to slip his tongue in, you pulled back. After the kiss, Jakub wipes his mouth.

Lottie comes back to stand beside Grace. The boys rate her kiss.

Gary: The person who kissed me has talent. Juicy lips. I’m going to give it a solid 8.

Talent? Juicy lips? What the fuck does that mean? Grace scrunched up her nose as Lottie smiled smugly.

BH Gary: “Look, no ones going to get a 10 out of 10. I’m fine-tuned with Grace’s technique. So, you know, nothing’s gonna get close to that.”

Bobby: It was like kissing a sensual camel.

ALL: LAUGHTER

Marisol: Ew!

Lottie gasped.

Bobby: I meant, like, she knew how to move her lips around and...

He shifted his mouth side-to-side, earning more laughter from the girls, and Lottie huffed and crossed her arms.

Bobby: Just the right amount of wetness, but not too wet. I'm gonna give that kiss a 9 out of 10.

Lottie (thinking): Ok, he’s forgiven.

Marisol: Too detailed. (She shivered and cringed.)

Grace: Rahim, can you please describe that girl's kissing technique?

Ibrahim: Everything a man looks for in a kiss. Lips were gliding, tongue was connecting. It was nice.

Grace: Can you now rate that kiss out of 10?

Ibrahim: I’m going to give it a 9.

BH Ibrahim: “The whole time I stood there, and I have no idea who just kissed me.”

Noah: Good lip action, good tongue action, and it had very good potential. An 8.

Lucas: Hashtag kinky, I'll give her an 8.5. She dominated me a bit, and I liked it.

GIRLS: GASP

Jakub: A bit too much tongue. Washing machine vibes. I’d give it an 5.

BH Lottie: “Fucking bullshit. Okay. He put his tongue on the spin cycle and whished it around like this.” She twirls her tongue around in her mouth as she rolled her eyes.

The girls try to stifle their laughter by covering their mouths with their hands.

BH Lottie: “Did I try? NO. I’m just a natural. You know what? I should have gotten some 10s’.”

GRACE'S TURN.

You look over as the boys wait eagerly for more kisses. You shimmy towards Gary, go up on your tiptoes, and place your soft lips on his neck. A smile plays lightly across his lips. Slowly, kissing his skin sensually, you run your nails up his toned shoulders, and you feel him shiver in pleasure. The instant our lips finally connect, something shoots right through you, like tingles of electricity, and you melt into each other. Your lips work together in perfect rhythm—perfectly in sync.

Priya: She’s got technique. Defo!

He slips his tongue slowly into your mouth, caressing yours softly. For a hot minute, it feels like it’s only you two in the world.

Marisol: She is very like, slow and sexual.

Priya: Yeah. She’s very slow.

You slow down the kiss letting your lips linger a moment longer. You pass your fingertips over his muscular chest as you gently nip his bottom lip, and he lets out a low moan. You pull away and see Gary beaming!

BH Gary: “That was one hell of a kiss. There’s only one girl who can make my head spin like that.” He breaks out into a beaming smile.

Hope: I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed that.

You step in front of Bobby. You weave your fingers upward between his dreads and feel him shiver. You close your eyes and lean in to kiss him. It starts off softly, but when Bobby moves it to a faster tempo, you pull away. He sighed deeply. As you pull away, you can tell he would have kissed you longer.

You put a hand behind Ibrahim’s nape, pulling him down for a kiss. He opens his mouth to reciprocate, but it’s over all too soon. He pouted his lips and appeared disappointed.

You smiled to yourself. Gotta leave them wanting more.

You step down the line to face Noah. He exudes a calm energy as he waits for your kiss. You wrap a hand around Noah’s neck and pull him in to meet your lips. You turned his head and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on his neck instead. He smiles broadly and shakes off the tingle that has rushed up his spine.

Lucas was next in line. You place a hand on his chest as you lean in and delicately to kiss his lips. Your fingernails run up and down his arm as you gently bite his lower lip. He moans. And that’s all. Just a teaser.

You smiled as you moved onto Jakub. You place a hand on Jakub’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. Your eyes widened as he licked his top lip in anticipation. The girls are all snickering.

BH Grace: I was like, “Oh, oh…” Does a kissing gesture with her neck, like she is leaning up for a kiss. “And then, Jakub, he was a bit too, like, his tongue was just coming out, like…” mimes tongue action. “And I was like, OK, nah!”

Gently, you turn his face to the side and plant a quick peck on his cheek. He frowned slightly. You stride back over to the blackboard and ask the boys to rate that kiss.

Grace: Okay, Gary, what's your hashtag and score?

Gary: My head is very present, but my heart is racing. Hashtag best kiss. Felt like home to me. 10 out of 10.

GIRLS: Awe…

Your heart skipped a beat. Awe was right. You beamed at him, beyond happy with his answer.

Bobby: Very short but soft lips. I’d have to give it a 7.5, actually.

Ibrahim: A standard nightclub kiss.

GIRLS LAUGHING

Ibrahim: I’ll say a 7.

BH Grace: You're laughing. “Rude!”

Noah: The kiss seemed very loyal. I feel like a 7 out of 10.

Lucas: The girl definitely had a little nibble on my lip. A little vampire. A solid 8.

Jakub: I’m not a fan of pecks. So 4 out of 10.

BH Grace: “I definitely held back. I mean, I know I’m already a great kisser. I don’t need these boys to prove it.”

Iain Stirling: Blindfolds and headphones off. And despite the fact, that everyone scored, the question is… who scored highest?

The boys slip their blindfolds off. Gary blinks as his eyes get used to the bright sunlight. He studies to board, stating, “So, it seems like some of our opinions differ.”

Lucas noted, “We aren’t all on the same wavelength.”

“Wouldn’t life be good if we were?” added Bobby, and Jakub, in response, said, “More like, really boring.”

Iain Stirling: Anyways here's the results…

Grace: In last place with 36.5 points is Marisol.

ALL: APPLAUSE

Iain Stirling: In fifth place is Hope, followed by Grace in fourth place And Chelsea in third place. And it’s over to Grace to announce our winners.

Grace: Runner-up with 47.5 points is Lottie.

ALL: APPLAUSE

Grace: In first place and our top snogger, with 54.4 points is… Priya!

ALL: CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Iain Stirling: After the challenge tongues are wagging. Not as much as Jakub’s tongue was wagging during it. That is literally not possible.

Daybeds after the challenge

Hope: How does everyone feel after that challenge?

Priya: Need mouthwash.

Chelsea: We all kissed each other. Saliva stays in the mouth, I think how many days?

Marisol: Don’t, dont. Shush.

BH Grace: “Since it's merely a challenge, I usually go all out, since I like to win, but I was last and I didn't want to put my tongue anywhere Lottie had shoved hers down a boy's throat.”

Grace: Shall we go brush our teeth?

GIRLS: Yes!

Hope: Great plan, Grace. Brush our teeth!

Lottie: And mouthrinse.

Scene cuts to girls in the bathroom brushing their teeth.

Iain Stirling: There was a kissing contest at my uni, and the judges all agreed that I brought something to it that no one else did. Halitosis. I was disqualified.

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