He's Soo Kouen, The Man That U Are

He's soo 😩 Kouen, the man that u are ❤️

How do u draw him so well?

another soft kouen doodle… i hope you could tell that i like his after time-skip version a lot🏃🏻‍♀️

Wishing all of you a very merry "I suddenly have the motivation and time to write a minimum 10k fic"... please

Bestie show the rest of the art👀 dont be shy

yea i‘m still obsessed with kouen.. and nothing can stop be🏃🏻‍♀️

𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ⑅ ۫ .

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ gepard landau x f!reader. sfw — fluff. read to da end for a surprise ^_<☆~

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . supa dupa short litl thing i wrote at da pier this mornie :3 i hope u enjoy it!♡ྀི feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate 🎀

gepard’s cape is very important to him. even after years of serving as belobog’s protector, even when wrinkles begin to crease in his smile lines, he wears the same one he was appointed as captain with.

you see how devastated he is when it gets tattered after a battle, royal blue stained with red, full of rips and loose hems and all. he’s grateful that you sew it up for him the best you can— his cape doesn’t look all that great after you’ve patched it up, but it’s enough to get the job done.

that’s all that really matters.

his sister pokes fun at him for being as attached to his cape as a dog is to its chew toy, but you know it’s more than just an accessory to his title.

he tells you often that he remembers every child he’s bundled up with it, every person he’s shielded from the winter storm— and most of all, he remembers you. those memories shine like the brightest chunks of geomarrow, all the times you’ve tucked yourself under the cape and into his side on chilly morning walks, all the times you use it as a blanket at night whenever you miss him (he’s only in the next room over taking a shower).

and you realize that gepard is just as sentimental as when he was 10 years old, albeit much less of a crybaby. his desire to protect the city and its people run as deep in his blood as his love does for you; he places that entire weight on this one piece of cloth.

inevitably, that day will come when the holes in it will be too big to patch up, the ends far too frayed to be saved. he's sad, but he understands, and his ears perk up when you sympathetically kiss his cheek and tell him you'll try to salvage what you can of the remaining fabric.

soon enough you're handing him a box and inhaling a shaky breath; gepard reassures you that he'll be bound to love whatever it is you've upcycled his cape into.

his voice withers out and the backs of his eyes begin to sting when he's presented with a tiny, royal blue baby onesie.

gepard is such a needy dom !♡ he's grown addicted to how you look when you cum, and he nearly begs you to let go for him. because you're just so fucking pretty when you do, lashes clumped together with fat dewy tears, spit-slicked lips all pouty and puffy as you whine and pant and hiccup little pleasepleasepleaseplease's over your laboured breaths. he begins to feel dizzy when he looks down at how your hips gyrate and roll over his clothed cock, the cotton damp with your slick and his pre, and it has the coil tightening in his tummy just as fast as yours is. your hair's all mussed and he clears it from your face, shushing you softly and kissing your cheekbones and laying sweet encouragement over the shell of your ear, "y'gonna cum, sweetheart? there you go, that's it, f-fuck— look at me when you cum, please, need t'see my angelface."

The Musings Of A Devoted Serpent

Jamil thinks about what you mean to him

Warning: I write reader as female

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