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redbullgirly · 4 months

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hi hi can i request a max verstappen x footballer smau but she plays for real madrid femenino and we know max is an fcb supporter (also for the sake of the smau, real madrid femenino can be just as good as barcelona femeni) and everyone going crazy when she just takes him to an award ceremony as her plus-one. no soft launch no hard launch and everyone including the grid and christian horner and madristas and everyone is shocked

MADRIDISTAS [MV1/33]

Max Verstappen x footballer!RealMadridFemenino!reader

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Summary: Y/N is one of the biggest rising stars in women's football, playing for Real Madrid Femenino. When she's nominated by Women's Football Awards for the Player of the Year, the last thing anybody would expect is her plus one to the ceremony being Formula One driver, Max Verstappen. Not only is he the World Champion himself, but most importantly, Max is a known FC Barcelona fan. Talk about making friends with the enemy...

Warnings: I have very limited knowledge of football, so everything in this story is based on my quick research. If you're a fan, please don't come for me! Though any advice would be much appreciated, because I have more football requests in my inbox XD.

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thanks for the request! I have to say it was quite challenging for me at the start, because I don't know many things about football, but at the end it turned out fun and good. Hope you like what I did with this social media au! :)

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yourusername And it's a wrap!🥈⚽️ Thank you to the whole team for another amazing year, we fought hard and we will continue to fight for the Champions League title next year as 2023/24 runners-up. Hala Madrid!✨🇪🇸

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user1 Love the way you play!

realmadridfem Hala Madrid!💪🏆

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yourusername 💯

user2 💥💥💥

user3 Vamosssss

user4 GO GIRLLL🤩🤩🤩🤩

user5 you really deserved to win the finale, the referee was totally biased agains you!!!

user6 Yeah, even as a FC Barcelona fan I didn't think it was fair🙈

martagarcialopez19 amazing Y/N! 🫶

yourusername Thank youuu!💖

user7 wait does y/n know some people from motosport???

user8 No I think it's just girls supporting girls in sports dominated by men tbh ☺️

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user7 oh yeah that makes sense

user9 Buen trabajo que equipo tan bueno con todas y en lo personal muy guapa [Good job, what a great team with everyone and personally very pretty.]

marisabel_rguez The dream team 🙌

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yourusername Yessss

user10 HALA MADRID 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

user11 literally the prettiest soccer player I ever saw😻

user12 you mean FOOTBALL?!😂🧐

user11 sry i'm american so i'm used to saying soccer

user12 well that's WRONG girly😂

user13 Princess

messages between Y/N and Max

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yourusername Short stop back home in Monaco before flying to London for Women's Football Awards and my nomination for Player of the Year 🤞🌷

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user1 so pretty

maitetxuu_10 The nails Y/N 🤩

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yourusername Not better than yours though 😚

user2 i don't watch football but maybe i should start bc of you

user3 Wow you're such a cutie 😍❤️

charlottesiine great work out together!

yourusername Agreed! We should definetly hit the gym together more often 😂

user4 omg wait how do they know each other?? didn't expect y/n y/l/n to be friends with ex-wags??

user5 Idk but they both live in Monaco so it's easy to know basically everyone who's your age there xdd

yourusername True user5, they don't tell you how small the country actually is 😭

user6 SHE IS MY ROLE MODEL EVERYBODY

user7 👏👏👏👏🔥🔥

lucybrozne Seems like the Monaco sun suits you 😁☀️

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yourusername Oh thanks Lucy! 🫶

lucybrozne 🫶

user8 i love that despite fcb beating madrid they're still friends outside of the field🥺

user9 WOW you should be a model

user10 So sad your talents aren’t being fully appreciated in Madrid.

user11 oh c'mmon she probably wouldn't play for them if she felt unappreciated 🙄

user12 but tbh I think she should be the captain.... like she's literally the best player of them all BY FAR

user13 Nah I don't like her. Hope she'll never be a captain🤮

user12 then go away? lol

user13 damnn the 3rd picture did some unholy things to me 😩

user14 right?! I don't think I'm straight anymore🫣

user15 I have no idea who she is but let me tell you she's gorgeous

user16 ✨✨✨👑🎀🌹

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yourusername Turning him into Madridista duh.

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maxverstappen1 Y/N I love you... but that's never happening ❤️

yourusername Liar! You complained for a week straight about how that referee in the finals wasn't fair and we should have won agains Barcelona! 😘

carlossainz55 hahaaa mate she got you😂

maxverstappen1 😒

user1 OMGGG we converted him on our side!!!

user2 A sad day to be a FC Barcelona supporter and F1 fan😓

user3 A happy day for Madridistas!😍

user4 damn I may have to start watching football

martagarcialopez19 you're glowing! also thanks god now I don't have to keep the secret anymore xd

yourusername Love ya! 🫶

user5 The IT WAG

user6 can we take a moment to appreciate how cute maxie looks here?🥹

realmadridfem You go girl! Convert new fans!🤩💪

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user7 I'm still shocked by this whole thing 😹

user8 you're not the only one lol

user9 the second picture????

user10 Max is so lucky man🥵

marisabel_rquez ¡La pareja poderosa!😍 [The power couple!😍]

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user11 this post murdered me and dragged me all over slaycity with how much it served 🤭

user12 exactly! her and max are so hot and pretty

user13 🤍😍💯🥳 Hala Madrid!!!

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maxverstappen1 My girl ❤️⚽️

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading the whole thing! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, follows and comments, or any other way of support. Let me know what you think about this pairing and please tell me if there are any football errors, because I have another request about footballer!reader waiting for me. Have a great day! :)

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dackychansworldofhoshinos · 4 months

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About this blog and story 🌟

Ello im Yuri he/him (idc)

Dacky is my artist name call me by one of those names 😌(Rain my Internet persona name)

minorr!!

Want to know more about me? check out my second blog were I post fanart or answer more personal questions that aren't related to my story (⁠・⁠∀⁠・) Down here 🔽

@areyoucooolorjustrain

Rules for This blog !!

I only answer questions about my story s or characters on this blog.

No wierd/ inappropriate interactions or comments

Be cool😎

I respond to comments but no wired ones

No Nsfw

Anything that isn't strictly about my story will be talked about on my second Ac

Do Not Steal 👊

Sry not personal anymore

If u want to use my art ask and tag/mention me

Fanart is appreciated 💖

And I'm open for ideas or tips with my oc world meaning:

if you have an ideas for characters that fit into my world tell me :D

if you have polite and constructive criticism tell me

If you want to tell me something about my character that could be changed tell me

:) please remember be nice

Now my world Hoshino🌟

Hoshino 🌟

In this world select few have abilities. called Hoshi. Those energy powers are energized by light and dark souls depending on your soul type, wich range from mind dark light time growth heat liquid spirit and some more rare types like love song or electrical

if you pry to the stars that apear once a year on a special day called: death star day. A soul with does power's is born. That person can access those powers with a special necklace that stores most of it✨ The necklace is able to take energy from other objects or sorces like Hoshi a creature made purley from that power. people may also use Hoshi powers without a necklace resulting in bigger access to energy but a higher risk of losing ot to.😗

the legend explains how this happend🌸

the main character is named ponia and she and her friends go to fight against many dangerous people or creatures in this world and meet other people 🌸🚶

these are the more important people

the evil team against ponia is called:

the fallen angels. they want to bring back the legends and ponia is a big part of that💀

she also has a twin called nagisa that i made with a friend of mine and changed to fit into the story. the twin plot is apart of the legend

im going to post more of the story laiter in form of manga or animatics. maybe also essays or stories

heres a quik comic i made a bout the day before the story starts with ponia still having long messey hair 😄

ahhhh so cringe

Here are all the characters that are in this universe :

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soleilnomoon · 1 year

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i would love to place an order for Meringue Cookies, Dark Chocolate, Jelly Beans, Candy Necklace, & Blan Manje, with Caramel & Honey. Side menu # 1 for Boa or Nami. either is fine! with a g/n reader! These stories are a blast to read!

anon i am so so sry this took forever 😭💕💕💕 but i finally finished and i'm actually happy with it; also ty for requesting, i love boa hancock sfm i wish more ppl wrote for her.

4.3k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst angst angst bc that's how i vibe & smut, and if you squint real hard there's some fluff somehow i think. hancock is a brat as usual and reader ain't shit, but they go great together <3 feat. cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, a lil bondage, hair pulling, some pussy slapping, more stuff that idr anymore ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't ;_;)

tagging lil’ kaia bc she asked so nicely ❤︎ @cvvor

“our love would be death” — anaïs nin

sea salt sifts through the wind, warm and fine enough that most don’t notice its intrusion. it lands on your nose and lips, coats your tongue when you exhale through your mouth; no matter how many times you try to wash away the taste, it still lingers. a persistent annoyance that refuses to leave you alone. it’s a bitter, yet familiar taste — one that fills your heart with memories you’ve long wanted to keep buried. you’re no stranger to heartache, but this is different.

you find that you can never sleep through the entire night without dreaming of your ex — of how you begged them to stay, of how you told them you couldn’t live without them. pathetic, you tell yourself one morning after another restless night — you know you need to find a way to move on, but there’s no way you can, not when you carved so many pieces of yourself to give away without much thought.

what you’re left with is a battered heart that can barely function on its own; it flops pitifully in your chest, rattling against your rib cage weakly. every day it gets harder to breathe, harder to face the truth that you’re all alone — again.

boa hancock doesn’t know why she even fucking bothers, but she can’t seem to stay away from you. it’s a privilege, in her opinion, for you to be graced with her presence, let alone be allowed to touch her intimately. so, when she finds you staring wistfully out of the window, sighing to yourself again she snaps.

“y/n, look at me,” she commands loudly, voice piercing through your body like a thick arrow that keeps you frozen in place. you know better than to disobey her, even though you want to; you know you’re being unreasonable, but the heart always wants what it can’t have, right?

not that she cares about any of that. in her mind, your ex is an ex for a reason. she grabs your face with her hand, squeezing tightly, delicate brows furrowed together as irritation drips down her spine. she could easily kill you and you know it. “i’m the most beautiful woman in the world,” she boasts, although there’s something melancholic about the way she says it.

you narrow your eyes at her, mouth moving before you can think better of it. “and what of it?” it’s not often that you challenge her like that, but today you’ve had enough of her games, of constantly catering to her whims and desires, of her veneer that she insists on keeping even when she’s alone with you.

it dawns on her then what the actual problem is. “you’re still in love with them.” anger seeps through her pores, and she knows if she doesn’t walk away soon, she might say or do something she’ll possibly regret.

you flinch, eyes widening — she’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not right either. you’re just stuck in limbo, unable to move on because you refuse to do so; after seeing them so happy with someone else, you can’t fathom finding any sort of happiness yourself. so, you cling onto the past, even when it threatens to destroy your present life.

for some reason, this pisses you off — that hancock is so much more perceptive than people give her credit for; that she’s not afraid to tell you the truth, despite how your friends sugarcoat everything for you. the rage that’s bubbled deep inside of you for months finally pushes out; you can barely think or see properly, and you forget yourself when you practically shout back at her.

“and you’re just jealous because for once, you’re not the focus of my attention.” you’re not sure why you say it, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like shit.

there’s rarely a moment where hancock finds herself in absolute shock, but your venomous words cut into her bruised ego with vigor. it's a harsh reality that she refuses to accept, so she lashes out at you again.

“you’re pathetic.” her tone is cold, and she steels her face enough that she almost looks bored with you. hancock releases her hold on you and swivels on her heels to walk away. you don’t bother calling after her, but she pauses in her gait to look over her shoulder at you. “i’m done playing with you, get out of my sight.”

the dismissal is the first slap of many and her insistence on blatantly keeping her back turned while she ignores you is another. something in you breaks, but you know you’ve angered the pirate empress enough for one day. you don’t hesitate before scrambling to your feet and leaving her alone. after you close the door, you hear a shriek that’s accompanied by what sounds like a large vase shattering. you don’t bother checking on her, because you know you’re not wanted in her presence right now.

you should’ve seen this coming. one doesn’t simply think about another lover while in the presence of boa hancock; it’s absurd and theatrical, but it’s an unspoken rule that you keep breaking over and over. in the back of your mind, you know you should go make things right with her, but you just don’t know how.

hancock’s frustration continues to build throughout the day. she doesn’t know why someone — you, a commoner who should be groveling at her feet daily — can be so insolent without remorse. she’s smashed several expensive sculptures, shredded her mattress and bed sheets with large scissors, and cursed out every staff member in kuja palace. her anger only intensifies when she hears someone whisper your name, so she locks herself in her bedroom, refusing meals or assistance from anyone.

you’ve always thought that the pirate empress was annoying, self-centered, and unnecessarily mean without reason. you’ve told her this on several occasions, stunning her into silence — a feat that most cannot achieve. hancock would normally sentence someone to death for those sorts of callous remarks, but for some reason she spares you. maybe it’s because despite her incomparable, unrivaled beauty, you don’t helplessly pine after her.

and she absolutely hates that about you.

hancock’s not someone who’s used to being treated like a regular person, and yet that’s what you do to her. you barely hold any reverence for her, give her the minimal amount of respect owed as a citizen of amazon lily, and you don’t flinch when she threatens you publicly. most are afraid to be associated with you, out of fear for incurring the snake princess’ wrath — not that you care, you’ve known that your personality can’t be tolerated by most because you tend to happily go against the grain.

you’ve always found her beauty to be intense and intoxicating — imposing like the sun, forcing a heat to surge through you that has yet to dissipate. you hate that your attraction to her impedes your daily life, especially when you’re plagued by dueling thoughts of her and your ex. you’re barred from entering the palace, and you’re thankful for it as you don’t know how you’d be able to face hancock after all that you’ve said. you know that you should apologize profusely, but a woman like hancock requires something extravagant and elaborate — something that’ll prove that your adoration and loyalty is genuine and not forced.

the first few days are relatively easy; you work tirelessly to keep your mind and body busy, and you’re so exhausted by the end of the day that you sleep without dreaming. when a week passes, you start to notice that certain things are off; you didn’t make it a habit of frequenting the palace that often, but you were there enough that the staff didn’t give you a hard time when you showed up unannounced. you tell yourself that distance is good — it means you’ll be able to finally focus on the things that are important to you.

but, when you sit and think about it, you’re not quite sure if that’s entirely true.

after the second week, you start getting antsy. your friends keep pestering you, asking why your mood keeps shifting day to day — you’re intolerable and grouchy, snap at minor things and make mistakes all day. your heart, as tired and as worn out as it is, still skips a beat when you think about hancock despite what you try to tell yourself when you’re alone. somehow, you’ve convinced yourself that the only reason why you’re thinking about her, is because you miss fucking her.

the lie is tough to digest, but you keep repeating it and sooner or later you’ll believe it, right?

soon, everything reminds you of her.

on a warm night, a small festival is held, and you wander around listless and slightly tipsy. memories of the first time you met boa hancock — outside of all the fanfare that her royal title awards her — plague you relentlessly. you remember the warmth from that night, similar to this one; you remember how highly oppressive and unbearable the humidity was; and you also remember that you were on your third drink when you unceremoniously bumped into the pirate empress.

at first, her sisters demanded you apologize, but you were annoyed and had just been dumped so you chose audacity instead.

hancock’s irritation was evident, despite her not saying much — and it wasn’t until your rambling struck a nerve that she fired back. it was the first time he’d let her walls down, and her sisters watched in shock as both of you went back and forth over nothing. hancock called you all sorts of terrible names, and you sneered and laughed in her face. the fact that you weren’t cowering in fear or salivating over her beauty set her skin on fire in a way she didn’t understand.

you remember her dismissing the other gorgon sisters, insisting that she’d be able to handle you on her own. and she did, in a way. if anyone were to ask her about that time, hancock would easily admit that she regrets meeting you that night — but it would be a lie. the only thing she regrets is allowing you to infiltrate her heart, to settle without permission, to make her feel less than when she knew she was anything but.

her brattiness is unappealing on the surface and you normally wouldn’t be attracted to a woman who boldly wears such an ugly personality with pride. somehow, hancock has made the trait endearing to you, in a strange way; she’s so unapologetic with her behavior, that you find it rather comical. why people take her seriously is beyond you.

but, despite all of that, you do miss her.

you miss seeing the way her nose would scrunch and wrinkle when she was disgusted with something insignificant and minute; you miss kissing her in the middle of arguments and watching her easily melt underneath your touch; but you mostly miss hearing her complain about your lack of etiquette, about how odd she finds your views on the world, and about how you see her more clearly than anyone else on the island.

that sort of vulnerability terrifies her, and it’s why she’s been so miserable without you.

her sisters pay you a visit one morning and implore you to talk some sense into hancock. they tell you about how her temper tantrums have gotten uncontrollable (even for them) and how she barely eats or bothers leaving the palace these days. that bit surprises you, as hancock thrives off the validation from the populace. at first you mean to refuse them, but when you take note of how marigold anxiously fidgets with the gold bracelet around her wrist and the way sandersonia has dark circles under her eyes, you give in.

after taking a long, long soak in the bath, hancock pads back to her room naked, deciding to keep the windows open so she can air dry properly. you find her shortly after, out of breath from running over to the palace; she didn’t lock her door — and why should she? she’s the empress, after all — so you enter her room with ease. because she’s been so out of it lately, she’s been sluggish in her reactions to certain things; especially since she hasn’t stopped thinking about you.

with the door shut and locked behind you, hancock’s mind clears a bit; she blinks slowly, her dark eyes honed on you, taking in your thick thighs and toned body. as usual, hancock’s face only features an impassive expression, and she keeps her tone flat when she addresses you.

“why the hell are you in my bedroom?” she grabs the silk robe that’s draped over her mattress and puts it on in a rush.

before you can answer her or move closer, she picks up a large pillow and chucks it at you in the hopes that you’ll get the hint and leave her alone. you sidestep the attack, lips pressed together as you hold back a laugh; she can’t honestly think that a pillow will stop you, can she? hancock keeps throwing things, anything within her reach that isn’t nailed down to the floor or wall. you try to reason with her, try to make your way closer, but stop when you see the way her lips quiver.

she keeps fumbling with tying her robe properly, keeps looking down at her trembling fingers — the same ones that have tugged on your hair more times than you can count — but still she won’t say anything else to you.

after a minute, hancock manages to compose herself once again, her lips pressed tightly together as she fights the urge to berate herself for looking weak in front of you — as if you care about any of that. your silence compels her to swiftly make her way towards you, long legs shimmering in the sunlight, captivating you so much that you forget you’re supposed to be angry with her.

“look at you,” she stands tall, her pride giving her the confidence she needs to verbally tear you apart. “you’ve come begging for my forgiveness, right?” she doesn’t wait for you to respond and simply flips her hair over her shoulder before continuing. it’s all she can do to keep her composure around you; she knows if she gives you even a fraction of an inch, you’ll take a whole damn mile. “i should have you gutted for entering the palace without permission. you should know your damn place.” while her words are harsh, her delivery doesn’t quite match the expression on her face. maybe it’s because you haven’t taken your eyes off of her since you entered her room; or, maybe it’s because she’s standing much closer than necessary but can’t physically move herself away.

did you cast a spell on her without her knowledge?

while her eyes do narrow at that possibility, she highly doubts that you could, as there’s no one on amazon lily that doesn’t succumb to her treacherous beauty. but you continue to defy her expectations and you never know when to quit. which is why she just wants to grab you by the neck and toss you out the window; maybe if she actually kills you this time, she’ll be done with you forever.

except, she could never bring herself to harm you — not really. so she continues with her rant, reminding you that you’re beneath her, that you should be happy someone like her gave you any attention at all, but the more she talks, the more you want her to just shut the hell up.

“you’re right,” you say, cutting her off without remorse or any regards for your own safety, “and i deserve all of that,” and possibly more, but you don’t add that bit in. it becomes a little difficult to focus, what with hancock watching you with a different kind of intensity than you’re used to. “i… should’ve just explained myself properly before. but, more importantly,” you decide to take a risk and gently grab her by the hips.

silence wraps around her, blending into her thoughts, warping her perception of everything that’s happening. your hand is warm — much too warm, hot almost; she can feel the heat through the flimsy fabric as she presses her body closer to yours. whatever it is you want to tell her doesn’t matter — maybe she’ll pester you about it all later, but right now all she wants is you.

so, you give in and allow yourself to be more selfish than usual.

when your lips brush against hers, she completely comes alive — the longing you both felt for weeks, the irritation and unsaid words, they all prompt her to wrap her arms around your neck. it’s something short of a loving embrace, but you know better. your kiss goes from slow and tender to something much more fevered and enthusiastic; her lips are soft and supple, wholly inviting and terribly mesmerizing. you back her against the wall as she threads her fingers through your hair, tugging on it roughly, her patience practically nonexistent from all her wanting. you laugh at her in between kisses, breath warm against her skin — a feat that simultaneously annoys and arouses her — and remind her to play nice.

when she tugs on your hair again, you bite her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but run your tongue along the miniature wound to soothe the sting. she inhales sharply, the pain not noticeable, but the way you suck on her lip makes her head spin while also leaving her breathless.

a woman like hancock doesn’t beg, but when you grab her ass roughly — aggressive, yet completely undoing — she lets out a whimper so pathetic she’s almost ashamed of herself.

she should slap you, but all she does is roll her hips forward once you spread her legs and run your fingers against her folds. in a fit of desperation, to excuse her reactions, she tells herself that it’s because she hasn’t been touched in so long — but deep down she knows the truth; she knows it’s because there’s no one else she’d rather have here with her, and that is a terrifying revelation. still, she’s very receptive to your touch, her back arching as soon as you spread her with your fingers.

her arousal drips down slowly, and while you’d love to take your time with her, you also know that if you don’t hurry up you might actually lose your mind. you trail kisses down the length of her neck, and hancock presses her lips together to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. it’s ridiculous the way her body can easily be commanded by you without much effort; she wants to hate you for leading her down this path, but she can’t ever bring herself to do so.

love makes people incredibly foolish and tender indeed.

“that won’t do,” you remark lightly, gliding your fingers back and forth, barely grazing her clit. her breathing stops momentarily when you open her robe completely and drop to your knees in front of her. “why are you holding back?” you don’t ask her because you actually want the answer; you ask because you know it’ll annoy her greatly.

you tease her entrance with your fingers and a shiver fires through her entire body; with her lips parted, you strain your ears a bit, but you hear through her all of her light panting, her softly saying please, please, please. she’s trying so hard to hold it together, and you commend her for her efforts by inching your fingers inside of her slowly. hancock’s façade finally shatters, and you hear her moan audibly as you plunge your fingers in and out of her pussy. you love the way she clenches around your fingers — warm and tight, soft in a way that just doesn’t make sense to you — and the way she moves her hips once your tongue playfully swirls around her clit.

you drape her long, shapely leg over your shoulder and scissor your fingers inside of her pussy; you hum against her skin, thoroughly enjoying the way her chest heaves and how she can’t seem to stop moaning your name.

if only she was always this compliant.

a heat passes through your body as her nails rake against your scalp, and if you weren’t so hellbent keeping her steady, she’d probably fall over by now. you eat her pussy with vigor, swapping your fingers for your tongue; you thrust it inside without remorse, and she quickly becomes a whimpering mess as she chants “yes, yes, yes.” you mean to tell her to keep it down, but a part of you also enjoys it when she lets go and gives into her desires. you don’t want to get caught, but the thrill of it incites you to lap at her pussy — greedy and eager, as if it’s the most savory meal you’ve ever had. her wetness drips down your chin, glistening along your lips but you don’t stop.

she watches you in a trance, unsure if she’ll ever be able to let you go after this. possessive by nature, hancock never thought she’d find herself in this sort of position, but there she is, completely under your spell. every swipe of your tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge — a dangerous dance that she does without thinking. she brings her free hand to cup and knead one of her breasts — hefty and round, moaning repeatedly, voice already straining as she shamelessly rides your face.

you love it, though and when you suck on her clit roughly, lightning wraps around her veins, time slowing down around her, causing her vision to blur. she’s so wound up, that the orgasm takes her completely by surprise — her hips buck wildly and you hold her firmly as you work your fingers back into her pussy. you pull away just to give her a haughty look — one that she catches by accident through her tear-stained lashes — voice low and husky as you continue teasing her. “you’re doing so good,” you lick her clit hard enough to have her eyes roll back, “do you trust me?”

it's not fair of you to ask her genuine questions right now, but you need to know.

hancock swallows hard, unable to think properly, but answers without hesitation: “y-yes.”

her voice is sweet, much more demure than you’re used to; your heart suddenly feels much too big for your chest, the beats growing louder and thunderous; a dangerous combination when coupled with your cowardice. but you know better than to cower away, so you muster the courage to quietly respond with, “good, i’m glad.”

you’re not sure why you ask her that, but you keep thinking about it when you have her naked on her bed with her hands bound above her. thanks to you, her normally blemish-free skin is littered with bite marks and dark red bruises — small and harmless, but you do feel a sliver of remorse when you realize she’ll have to cover herself up for a bit when she’s outside of the palace. you tell her she’s a masterpiece worthy of exhibition, and she tells you that you’re insolent for stating the obvious.

she’s so beautiful and vulnerable in this position — flushed cheeks, tears in her eyes, legs shaking as they’re spread wide for you; her pussy is swollen after you slapped it a few times when she gave you lip a few minutes ago. out of habit, hancock wants to run her mouth again when you hover over her, but her words never come out. she looks up at you, silently wondering why you keep coming back to her. the melancholy that accompanies those thoughts is heavy enough to make her want to cry, so she ignores it. she wraps her legs around you as you rock your hips against hers, cunt still dripping — eager and inviting.

fucking hancock is like being trapped in a feverish dream, one where you fall over and over, unable to predict if you’ll survive in the end. it’s an unending maelstrom — powerful and unpredictable, wild, and all-consuming. sweat pools at your temples, but you don’t slow down until you wrench another orgasm out of her. her voice grows hoarse, and she claws at your chest; you lick the tears off her cheeks and kiss her in a way that deludes her into thinking that she’s your one and only.

when you finally cum, it’s with her name on your lips. your hips stutter and your breath is uneven — for you, your pleasure comes mostly from watching her unravel underneath you. hancock never lets you stay over, but she’s surprisingly soft with you afterwards, even letting you run your fingers through her silky, ink-black hair.

the intimacy scares both of you, but you can’t stop yourself from touching her like that. and even though you’re both sticky and sweaty, skin burning in a way that doesn’t make sense, you still stay close to one another.

she opens her mouth several times, the compulsion to curse you out for driving her mad grows weaker as time passes. she watches you fall asleep and she admires your features without restraint. she refuses to tell you that you’re much more attractive than she’d like you to be; she’d rather you be hideous with a shitty personality, but that’s not the case, is it? she’s hopelessly enamored with you, and you with her.

nothing will ever be perfect between the two of you, but you don’t need perfection or superficiality — not with her; you like dealing with the true, raw version of herself. there will be a moment — not now, but in the near future — where you’ll be brave enough to finish your confession; but for now, you keep it to yourself, tucked safely away in your heart, and enjoy the way your limbs are tangled with hers.

#*cries softly*#i am finished!!! finally #fic request #500+ followers event #milestone event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece smut #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #boa hancock #boa hancock x reader #boa hancock x y/n #boa hancock smut #hancock x reader #hancock x y/n #one piece imagine

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official-fedex · 2 months

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heyo i'm here to collect your info for the website! all are optional, and i'm sry if i already asked you (my spreadsheet got all funky)

Any names you use

Any corpverse relatives

Affiliation in the corp/gimmickverse (Such as browsers)

Occupation (Such as shitposter)

Your character's date of birth

Your character's place of birth

Your character's species

Character's Gender

Character's Height

Any major events within the corpversepersonalityappearanceany other lore

Any photos you'd like on your page! these r superhelpful for breaking text up

-@the-corporation-information-blog (@unity-real)

let’s do this ~ Any names you use:

FedEx, and Fed as a nickname

Any corpverse relatives

not rly tbh. I have a list of friends in the fandom wiki; but I’m not related to any o them

Affiliation in the corp/gimmickverse (Such as browsers)

delivery service

Occupation (Such as shitposter)

I’m just like a lil delivery boy

Your character's date of birth

June 18th (year unknown bcuz yeah)

Your character's place of birth

unknown. [LISTEN I GOTTA BE MYSTERIOUS-]

Your character's species

part-human part-robot and a few drops of blood of a mysterious species

Character's Gender

idk my own gender so just put unknown or unlabeled or smth (he/they)

Character's Height

not sure if we’re using gabes height chart or just like what we decide but I’m going with what we decide and hoooo boy it was hard to decide if I wanted to be rly short or rly tall so ima go with 5”6 | 167.64 cm

Any major events within the corpverse

among the corpoverse I haven’t participated in many major events… and there aren’t any major lore events yet either. I’m working on some lore but it’s not finished and I wanted to respond to this soon. but since I have to put something I’ll say making my own FedEx pov fanfic and joining ikeas side in the war

personality

basically my irl personality except cooler. so uh FedEx is generally a nice guy to everyone except Amazon and bad people, tho he’s awkward and anxious all the time :D and not good at being social in general. he just really wants to make friends…

appearance

ok so his skin is white (not white perskn white, like paper white cuz robot) and his hair kinda like a light reaaaally light lavender. in the middle of his hair are two hair that are orange n purple. his hair covers his eyes so u can’t see them but underneath the hair his eyes are this like glowing purple. He’s also got a nose ring bcuz rose rings r cool.

any other lore

well, me and @totally-amazon hate eachother and me n @totally-ikea are besties (I think) and I also have winged shoes. they’re vans but that’s not important at the moment but I’m gonna make some more important better lore soon and tag it #fedex lore

Any photos you'd like on your page! these r superhelpful for breaking text up

first two drawn by me, third drawn by Gabe

#fedex is the best #fedex posting #fedex

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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betrayal

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: angst, smut – MDNI

synopsis: chan betrayed your trust. he tries his best to show you how sorry he is, but did it worked? or was it too much for you to bear.

warnings: cheating, heartbreak, elevated feelings, smut, unprotected sex, make-up sex, heated moment, explicit language, nipple play, clit play, pussy eating, rutting, face-riding, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, some masturbation [ m ], pet names [ pup, my love, baby ], biting, mentions of insecurities, anxiety and imperfections – if i missed any, lmk!!

words: 5k

tag: @bellamuerte1987

a/n: i cried whilst writing this – especially the ending! why am i like this, lmaoo. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this mess. i am currently battling a cold rn so if it seems jumbled up, that's because it is, lmaoo.🤧

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

♡ m.list

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

Silence. The background noise of your TV became a distant sound. Dizziness and nausea slowly creeping its way to the back of your throat. Your ears ringing. You're staring at your phone screen, eyes watering from either not blinking for 5 minutes or because of what you were seeing.

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, palms sweaty. Heartbreak, anger, disgust was all you could feel. Emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Minho 😈 [22:30]: im sry, (Y/N) you have to see this…

Minho 😈 [22:31] picture attached

I'm so so sry…

Chan, your lover of only 3 months, was photographed kissing someone else. As soon as you saw it, your mouth ran dry. You wanted to scream, punch the cushions, smash things up around your apartment in fits of rage – but you couldn't.

You felt numb. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen. Occasionally zooming in with your index and pointer finger for the millionth time to make sure it is who Minho said it is.

You thought it was a joke, a big practical joke on you when Minho explained it was Chan. You and Minho don't get on at the best of times, you're both headstrong people with strong opinions, so naturally you both clash, however, Minho isn't that type of person to make something as serious as this up.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. You clenched your jaw, your throat becoming dry in an instant. No matter how many times you swallowed, your throat stayed dry. Soon enough, you ran out of saliva.

You took deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten, slowly. You blinked back hot tears, swallowing down your nausea. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet slapping softly against the wooden floor.

Grabbing a glass, you filled it up with cold water. You placed your phone screen side down at the breakfast bar, parking yourself on the high stool as you sipped your water and waiting, staring into the void.

You didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, a cheerful Chan came in through the door, unaware that his life was about to be turned upside down. Humming, he kicked his shoes off before walking inside, looking around for you. You stared at him, placing your glass down on the breakfast bar. Chan grinned when he saw you, walking to you with a bounce in his step.

"Hey baby!" Chan said cheerfully, unaware of what's to come. He smelt of sweat and alcohol, with a hint of cheap perfume. It enraged you even more.

Chan leaned in to kiss your lips but you instantly turned your head, denying his kiss as his lips connected with your cheek. Chan pulled away slowly, feeling your hostile mood. His brows furrowed, smile turning into a frown.

"Babe? You okay?" His voice laced with concern. You simply shrugged, picking up your glass and sipping your water.

"I don't know Chan. You tell me." You replied, voice monotone. Chan blinked, trying to read your emotions or body language, but to no avail.

"I don't understand." You scoffed, short puffs of hot air escaping your nostrils. You put your glass down and looked at Chan for the first time since he got home.

Chan swallowed. Your somewhat calm demeanor scaring him. His mind working overtime to figure out what he has – or hasn't – done. You took deep breaths, chest rising before you grabbed your phone. You opened it, the picture staring at you once again. Refusing to let your hot tears fall, you pressed your lips in a thin line, eyes blinking rapidly.

You flipped your phone, showing Chan the screen you had been staring at for an hour and a half. His eyes widened in horror.

"Where-"

"Minho. Minho sent it me." You replied coldly, cutting Chan off mid sentence. Chan sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair.

"That bastard" He mumbled under his breath. You raised a brow, your anger resurfacing – this time, you allowed it to take control of your body. You exploded.

"Seriously Chan?!" Chan's head shot up as you slammed your phone down on the breakfast bar. "I show you a picture of you sucking the face off some other women and your first instinct is to call your best friend a bastard?!"

"I-No!" Chan exclaimed. You stood up, standing in front of him. Your body hot with rage, words spewing from your mouth.

"Then what Chan?! Why? Why did you do it?"

"It was-" Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "It was a dare. Changbin dared me to, so I did." You laughed in disbelief, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you glared at Chan.

"A dare? Seriously, a fucking dare?! Y'know what it's like, Chan. To sit here day in day out, constantly thinking whether you will be home or not? Do you know how anxious I feel, knowing that you're out there, getting shitfaced?!"

"I-Im sorry, babe! it means nothing!"

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not, Chan!! You still kissed someone else!" Your vision blurry with tears. You hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line. Before he could stop himself, the words spewed from his mouth without a second thought.

"Oh come on, (Y/N) it's not like I fucked her there and then. It's not a big deal, just some stupid dare." Chan's eyes widened once he registered what he said. You stood in front of him in disbelief, shocked and speechless at what he just said.

"fuck, fuck, babe, I didn't mean it. I-"

"You're right. You didn't fuck her, well done. But why has it taken for Minho to tell me this?! Huh? Would you have told me yourself, or would you have just pretended nothing had happened and lied to me?"

You shoved Chan's chest, pushing him close to the wall with each word you spoke. This time, you allowed your tears to fall. You allowed all the pent up feelings you were suppressing to explode.

"I would have, I'm sorry!" Chan's own eyes filled with tears as he allowed you to shove him against the wall.

"Sorry for doing it or sorry you got caught?" You questioned.

"Oh, come on! Of course I'm sorry for doing it. It meant nothing to me! You're the only person I have eyes for, pup!" Your lip turned at the corner in disgust.

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not. You. Still. Did. It!" Tears cascading down your cheeks. Your breath labored as your throat was getting sore from shouting. A headache slowly creeping its way in.

"I know, I know whatever I say won't make a change, but believe me when I say I love you and I always will!" Chan pleaded. You laughed, kicking your head back at his words.

"Love? No you don't Chan because if you did, you wouldn't have done it! You didn't think of me at all when you kissed her. Nothing in your mind told you not to do this, to tell changbin no and that you're not going to do the dare! You still went along with it and if Minho wasn't there, you would have gotten away with it as well!"

Chan looked at the ground, feeling defeated. No matter what he said, nothing could make you change your mind about this.

"I have been, so fucking faithful to you Chan. I have put my trust into you and for what? for you to stomp on it." Your voice was shaky as you spoke, your heart breaking all over again.

Chan looked up at you, his own heart breaking at the sight of you. Eye and cheeks puffy, a red tint across your cheeks from anger, a cold sweat lay across your forehead. Your beautiful eyes glossy with tears. He loves you so much and he has royally fucked up.

"You know how I feel about stuff like this Chan." You whispered. Chan's heart dropped to his stomach, panic settling on his facial features.

"N-No! Please.." You looked at the ground, sobs shaking your figure. You wiped your eyes and cheeks. Chan placed a hand on your shoulder gently, only for you to slap it away. Chan pressed his lips together, tears falling down his face.

"Pup, please don't.. I love you so much. Please. Just let me prove to you how sorry I am!" Chan begged. Short splutters of air escaped your lips, your ability to calm down failing.

"I-I love you t-too, Chan. But you betrayed me. You h-hurt me.."

"I know, I know pup. Just please, give me another chance." Chan whispered, wrapping his arms around you. This time, you allowed it. You allowed yourself to drown in this familiar warmth – a warmth you call home. You allowed Chan to pull you close to his chest, his gentle hands wiping away your tears as his own continued to fall.

"Don't cry, my love. I hate seeing you like this."

"YOU did this!" You shot back, words bitter. Chan simply nodded, cupping your cheeks in both his hands so you were forced to look at him.

"I'm sorry, pup. Please, give me another chance, or at least, let me prove to you how much you mean to me." His voice barely a whisper.

You weakly shook your head, failing to get out of his grip. You avoided eye contact because you know just with one look into those beautiful eyes, and you're putty in his hands.

"Look at me." You whimpered, refusing "Pup, look at me."

You looked. Just as expected, you melted. Despite his puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, despite the fact a faint bruise was forming on his neck, you couldn't help yourself but be drawn into him.

Chan leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over your own. You held onto his wrists as his hands held your face, softly.

"Let me show you how much I love you, pup." His voice low. The smell of alcohol and cheap perfume hitting your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You whimpered weakly, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

"N-No." you replied weakly. Your body betrayed you as your skin felt hot beneath Chan's fingertips.

"No?" Chan questioned. "You don't want this?"

You swallowed, closing your eyes slowly. You didn't want him, but now, you do. The constant smell of the cheap perfume made you jealous. How dare she touch what belongs to you! How dare she make a mark on his delicate skin! How dare she!

A wave of new emotions washed over you. Jealousy and possessiveness. Two dangerous emotions to feel at the same time. You know you shouldn't, he did you wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to erase the stench, erase the marks and make new ones. He's yours and yours only!

Love is blind.

"I-I do.. I want you Chan." You whispered. Chan pressed his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. You responded back, mimicking his movements. The taste of alcohol and cherry lip balm made you feel nauseous all over again. Your emotions heightened. You're not thinking straight and for the first time, you didn't want to think or feel.

"C-Channie." You softly moaned. During the kiss, you made your way to the bedroom, lips staying attached to one another. Clothing stripped and discarded in random piles. Chan placed you on your back gently, caressing your curves by planting soft and delicate kisses.

Your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts – anywhere where Chan could reach, he kissed. soft compliments in the form of mumbles left his lips, hoping it would prove to you and somewhat make you feel better

But it didn't. It just hurts you even more. His statements of you being so beautiful and perfect to him stung more and more. You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill over as you watched Chan tenderly kissing your stomach and hip dips.

You let out a sob, your tears falling and landing on the sheets below you. Chan looked up, instantly bringing his face close to yours. He kissed away your tears softly, stroking your hair

"Don't cry, my love." His own voice breaking at the sight of you. He's hurt you in the worst way possible – now he has to live with the guilt.

"It'll all be okay in the end, I promise you." You nodded slowly, snuffling. "Let me help you forget."

His lips pecking yours in the most subtle but softest way possible. You whimpered as he slowly made his way down, kissing your neck and the valley between your breasts. He kissed your left breast softly, sucking your delicate skin. You hummed at the feeling, fresh bruises developing.

The tip of his tongue circling around your nipple making you whimper. He pressed his tongue flat against your sensitive bud, licking and flicking. You moaned softly, eyes closing at the feeling. You pressed your thighs together, squeezing them.

With his free hand, Chan cupped your right breast, massaging it softly in his big hands. His fingers occasionally brushing against your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Fuck, You're so beautiful, (Y/N)" Chan mummered against your nipple. You swallowed softly, humming as a response before closing your eyes.

Pulling away from your breast, Chan shuffled further down, opening your legs gently to reveal your wet core. Chan licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixated on your cunt. He swallowed, watching it clench and throb.

"Fuckkk" He groaned. Using two of his fingers, he parted your lips giving himself a better view of your entrance. His head dipped low. His tongue darting out and making contact with your clit. Your body jolted at the sudden contact, soft groans leaving your lips. His tongue skillfully draws small circles around your clit before giving it short and quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.

You opened your legs wider as Chan slowly licked your entrance, tongue darting in and out, collecting your essence on his tongue. He hummed at the taste, licking a long wet strip from entrance to clit and back down again.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, soft moans leaving your lips as you closed your eyes. Chan gripped your thighs gently, squeezing your soft flesh as he licked inside, out and around your cunt. You felt your pussy pulsating, pleasure running through your veins as you allowed yourself to get lost in it.

You tugged Chan's hair softly, moaning his name. Your hips bucked and rutted against his face. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit, sending shivers to run down your spine. Chans tongue continued to do work inside your entrance, collecting every spillage and every drop of your essence.

You pressed Chan's face against your pussy, grinding and rutting against it desperately, using it for your own sake. Chan hummed, allowing you to do as you please.

"Good, so good." You whimpered, soft pants leaving your lips. Your essence coating Chan's lips and chin, his own hips rutting against the bedsheets, desperate for some sort of friction. Saliva and slick coated your cunt making it glisten in the faint light

Chan slowly loses himself in your scent and taste, slowly feeling feral. His hips rutting against the sheets desperately. Your toes curled as you tugged Chan's hair roughly at his scalp, a grunt leaving his lips.

The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly forming. Your hips moving at a pace, desperately chasing your high. The warmth and wetness of Chan's tongue and saliva mixed in with your slick, his owns hums mixing in with your desperate moans

"C-Chan.." A simple hum vibrated against your cunt sending shivers down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping Chan's hair even tighter as your toes curled.

Your body shook as your orgasm hit you. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as Chan collects every drop of essence onto his tongue. Your pussy convulsing against Chan's face, his nose rubbing your sensitive clit as your rutting slowed down. Chan gave your clit a flick, making you jolt at the sensitivity.

Chan pulled away, kneeling up and between your legs. His cheeks flush as slick coated his chin and lips. You whimpered softly at the sight, body feeling hot and sweaty as your heart was racing against your ribcage

"You taste so good, pup. Did it feel good riding on my face?" Chan smirked as you nodded slowly

"It felt so good channie." Chan hummed softly, stroking his hard cock, the pad of his thumb occasionally pressing against his leaking tip as he would rub slow circles on it. You watched Chan get himself off, his head kicked back as he'd groan and moan your name softly.

Your eyes traveled along his sweat coated body. His abs tensing at the pleasure his own hand was providing. His eyes closed shut as his mouth hung open slightly. His biceps visible contacting, his veins protruding along his hand and arms.

The sight was enough to make you cum again

Until your eyes landed on that stupid bruise that lay proudly on his neck. you clenched your jaw as you stared at it. Everything you felt previous, came flooding back.You wanted to claw at the bitch who dared lay her fingers on your man – on your property. You didn't even know her, yet you hated her

Chan opened his eyes slowly. He looked at you, tilting his head to the side

"You okay, pup?" Your face softened. You smiled softly at Chan, pushing your anger to the side not wanting to ruin the moment

"Everything is good, Channie. You just looked so handsome and delicious." You mewled. Chan laughed softly, leaning over you as he placed his hands firmly beside your head.

"Is that so?" you hummed and nodded.

"Absolutely, Channie. You always look so handsome"

"Stop. It should be me who should be complimenting you." Chan hummed, kissing your lips softly. You hummed into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck gently to keep him close.

Chan reached between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock. He tapped it a few times against your cunt, a whimper leaving your lips

"Are you okay with this, pup?"

"Of course I am, chan. Make love to me, please." Chan smiled against your lips, slowly inserting his cock into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling of being stretched out, a slight burn running all over your body.

Chan pushed himself inside until he was half way, waiting for you to get used to his size. You whimpered softly, holding onto Chan's shoulders.

"Big, you're so big Chan. I feel so full already." You whined. Chan shivered at your words, his ego inflating slightly

"Don't. I won't be able to hold back if you carry on, pup."

"But it's true. You feel so good inside me, Channie." You mewled, hand coming to his cheek and stroking it softly.

"P-Please, don't." Chan whimpered, leaning into your hand as he kissed the palm of it.

"Don't what? Tell you how full I feel? How stretched out I am because of your thick cock." Chan hung his head low, teeth biting his lower lip as he struggled between wanting to destroy your insides to wanting to delicately take care of you.

You leaned up, lips ghosting the shell of his ear as you licked it slowly before whispering

"Why don't you fuck me like you mean it, Sir."

Chan grunted, his hands gripping your hips harshly. Your head fell back onto the sheets as you smirked. Chan's eyes full of lust and need.

"You fucking tease." Chan growled, pulling his hips back before snapping them against your own, his cock hitting deep inside you. Your body jolted, a loud moan escaping your lips as you smirked.

"What can I say Chan. I like it when you go feral. It's delicious." Chan's response was to pull his hips back once more and pause, his tip remaining inside of you

"Oh really? I always knew you had such a filthy mouth and it never surprises me when you talk dirty." He pushed his length inside you so he was now balls deep

Fast and powerful thrusts shook your body. His cock rubbing your velvety walls as his tip hit deep inside you. The bed shook and hit against the wall from how powerful Chan's hips were snapping against your own

The sounds of your cunt squelching mixed in with your moans and Chan's desperate grunts. Chan knelt up, taking your legs in his hands for leverage. His hips constantly slapping against your own, balls hitting your ass.

He repositioned himself to hit your sweet spot and once he did, he smirked feeling proud of himself once your loud and sweet moan hit his ears, sending shivers down his spine and his cock to twitch inside you.

You withered and clinged onto the bed sheets until your knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat ran down your temples as incoherent words and moans left your lips. Chan's gaze fell down on the area in which connected the both of you, his cock coating in your slick each time he pulled out and pushed in.

"Fuckkk" Sweat coated Chan's body, his thrusts becoming greedy and desperate. He pushed his sweaty hair back with a free hand before looking down at you. He smirked, placing his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his cock bulging against his hand.

"I'm so deep inside you, pup. Holy fuck." You hummed, nodding your head as your ability to speak was no more.

You felt good – so good that you forgot. Forgot why you were angry, why you were hurting. You allowed yourself to be taken in by Chan, soaking in all of his warmth and pleasure he provided. Chan is your safe place, your home and for one second, you just wanted to pretend everything was okay

Even though it will never be the same again.

Chan's hips faltered, your cunt clenching around Chan's cock. His movements becoming sloppy, his abs and thighs tensing and burning.

"Chan, I'm-"

"Me too, pup." You whimper, reaching up to grab Chan. You pulled him down so he was leant over you. His hot skin radiating onto you from how close you both are, pants mixing together. You both closed your eyes, lips meeting together in a sloppy and lazy kiss.

You groaned, gripping onto Chan's shoulders tightly as your orgasm hit. Your nails digging into his skin as you pulled away from his lips. Your eyes came into contact with the mark, your feral instincts taking over.

As your cunt was pulsating and throbbing around Chan, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his neck, over the mark. A loud groan rang down your ears as you bit and sucked the skin, desperate to override the previous mark.

You whimpered against his skin, becoming more and more desperate to erase any marks on his body. Chan groaned at the pain, his eyes squeezing shut.

"B-baby, it hurts." Your eyes widened, pulling away slowly. You swallowed, teeth marks and a newly formed bruise that was deep purple formed on his skin

"Sorry.." You whispered, head falling back onto the pillows. Chan shook his head indicating it was okay, his hips still thrusting deep inside you

After a couple more thrusts, Chan groaned as his hips stopped. His cock twitched deep inside you, filling you up with his seed. You hummed at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him as it encouraged him to milk himself inside you. Chan thrusted shallowly to ride out his high and once he was calm, he pulled his now flaccid cock out of you and collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

"I love you so much, pup." Chan said as his eyes slowly closed. His head rested against your chest so he could hear your erratic heartbeat. You stroked his sweaty hair slowly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you stared into the void.

"I love you too."

The next morning, Chan awoke to a cold and empty bed. He stretched, groaning at the feeling as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the harsh morning light, reaching over to your side – only for his hand to come into contact with the cold sheets

His head spun to the side, eyes widening in horror. He sprung out of bed, throwing the sheets off him. Nausea and anxiety hitting him like a truck, not wanting his biggest fear to come true. He opened the wardrobe, the drawers, checked the cabinets and bathroom.

Gone. Everything you owned was gone. Chan took shaky deep breaths as he exited from the bathroom. A shaky hand running through his hair as he paced the bedroom.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This cannot be happening! I'm such an idiot. What have I done?!"

He sat on the bed, head in hands as tears fell down his cheeks, reality hitting him hard. He looked up to find a letter addressed to him leaning against a photo frame that held a dorky selfie of you both.

Chan grabbed the letter, opening it with shaky hands. Broken sobs and tears landed on the paper, the ink bleeding as he read it. Realization hitting him over and over again as he read the letter, more than once

You were gone and Chan only has himself to blame.

"Chan,

My sweet, darling chan. I love you, more than you will ever know which is why I have to do this.

You have taught me many things in the space of three months. I have never loved myself. I've always been hard on myself, forever comparing myself to other people and wondering why I am not like them. I hated my imperfections and my insecurities got the better of me at times. I was so use to faking it and hiding behind a mask, that it became second nature to me

Finding someone to love me for who I am, was hard. I've had many broken and failed relationships and before I met you, I essentially gave up. I accepted that this is who I forever will be

Broken.

Until you came along. When I saw you in the bar, looking so gorgeous, I went home that night and thanked God. When you approached me, I was so nervous and sweating because I didn't want you to see the real me because, like many others, it'd scare you away.

But you were quick to catch on. You knew I was being fake and even though you were smart, you never pressed me about it which I am thankful for. You allowed me to slowly come out off my shell, at my own pace. Yes, I was scared to show you the true me, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realise that, you love me for me

You didn't care about my imperfections, you adored them! You soothed me of my worries and insecurities. You taught me how to love myself again, how to accept and love my imperfections because nobody is perfect!

Because you loved my imperfections, I slowly started to love them too. You saw them as perfect and a part of who I am, so why shouldn't I? It did take some time, however, my mind was in a constant battle with itself over what is right and what is wrong.

But seeing you, so loved up for someone as broke as me, made me feel whole again. Made me feel like a person. You made me feel like I have meaning on this shitty planet. You taught me many things Chan, but the one thing I will forever be grateful of, is the fact that you taught me how to love myself again.

However, waking up next to you this morning and knowing what happened, sent my mind into overdrive. My insecurities came flooding back.

Stupid questions of 'How long did the kiss last?' 'Was it just a peck or a full blown make out session?' And then I saw the mark last night. She marked you Chan. She marked what belonged to me. I went feral with rage. I HAD to override the mark, reclaim what is mine! In that moment, I didn't recognise who I was and it scared me. I was so consumed with blaming her that it never occurred to me that you're just as much to blame for this as she is.

For all I know, she probably doesn't even know about me. You probably thought it was a bit of harmless fun so you went along with it, not expecting this outcome. This is the consequences for your actions Chan.

it's not fair on us, to have this hanging over our heads so, I decided to take a break. I need to get my head in the right place again. I'm staying at my mother's for a while, in case you were wondering.

One look at you and it all comes flooding back to me. It's not fair on either of us. I don't want to constantly hold this against you whilst we try and heal.

I can forgive you Chan, but I cannot forget, not at this moment of time anyways. Please don't hold this against you, my love. it's not your fault. They say things happen for a reason, so maybe this is a good thing for us. Maybe we will come back better and stronger as one.

Please take this time apart to heal. I want the best for you Channie because I will forever love you, no matter what happens. I want to see you thrive and become a better person, to learn from this.

I love you more than you will ever know, my love. You are my heart and soul. You have left tiny footprints on my heart. I simply cannot remove you from my life – I refuse to!!

– forever yours, pup. x"

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deevotee · 11 months

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Hey!!

I am new to the fandom and it’s kind of hard keeping track of every material there is and in which order to consume it, if you don’t mind, can you pls help? 🥲

How many manga episodes are there and where I can read it for free in English? Also how many anime seasons with how many eps each? And where to steam the (again, for free. I am broke sry 😭)

I know this is an extensive ask but I find Wikipedia to be unreliable and feels it’s best to ask a dedicated fan instead. Also I prefer consuming things chronologically and feel like it’s better to ask what is the best way to go about reading/watching

Sorry for the English, it’s my third language and thank you so much if you do end up answering!!!

It’s kind of a lot to ask, so feel free to ignore :)

Hello welcome to the fandom!! And don't worry about your english ever here i am not one to judge ^^

So I already have links compiled to read and watch Black Butler here: Resources You'll find them in the 'Sites for More Content' document on the first page of the drive, and I went through and added a bit more info in that document on how volumes vs chapters work for you and others

As for the storyline itself, I HIGHLY recommend starting with the manga first as it is very consistent and straightforward with the story! Meaning there is no extra info you need to consume to get the full story only fun little extras here and there sometimes, and the manga is considered the actual canon and what you will see most of the fandom referencing and talking about There are currently 31 volumes, 201 chapters and it is still ongoing! Meaning a new chapter releases every month (good to block the kuro spoilers tag if you dont want to see them)

The anime is still fun to watch but it is definitely way more complicated storywise and the reason for that is that the first 2 seasons were made when the manga was still in early chapters so they took notes from the creator of the various storylines and backstories that was planned and kind of created a different storyline with it, so I'll try to give you a concise rundown on what episodes follow the manga and what doesn't

The anime seasons are usually listed as follows: Season 1 - Kuroshitsuji Season 1 OVA - Kuroshitsuji OVA Season 2 - Kuroshitsuji 2 Season 2 OVAs - Kuroshitsuji 2 OVAs/Specials Season 3 - Kuroshitsuji Book of Circus Season 4 - Kuroshitsuji Book of Murder Season 5/Movie - Kuroshitsuji Book of the Atlantic

Season 1 Episodes 1-6: Follows the manga's Red Butler Arc (mostly), chapters 1-13

Season 1 Episodes 7-12: Does not follow manga canon, original anime storylines

Season 1 Episodes 13-15: Follows the manga's Curry Arc (mostly), chapters 15-22

Season 1 Episodes 16-24: Does not follow manga canon, original anime storylines

Season 1 OVA: Does not follow manga canon, original anime storylines

Season 2 episodes 1-12: Does not follow manga canon, all original anime storylines

Season 2 OVAs 1-6: Does not follow manga canon, all orginal anime storylines

Seasons 1 and 2 are considered a separate storyline/alternate universe and will be ignored for all the seasons after it, which is what confuses most people

Season 3 Episodes 1-10: Completely follows manga canon, picks up after the Curry Arc and into the manga's Circus Arc, chapters 24-36

Season 4 OVA's Episodes 1-2: Follows the manga's Murder Mystery Arc, chapters 38-50

Season 5/Movie - Follows the manga's Campania Arc, chapters 51-65

The newest season is expected to follow the manga's Boarding School Arc which is chapters 66-84

I hope that covers everything and is easy to understand, but please feel free to send another ask or a DM if you have any questions! I'm all for helping people understand and get into kuro, it's such a fun storyline and I hope you have a good time with it <3

#free to reblog if anyone else needs this info lol #i know the anime esp can be confusing to understand #black butler #kuroshitsuji #devo speaks

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s0urfangs · 10 months

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Hello! I've been tagged to do this 3 times, by @dotmander @commander-winterberry and @lynxfrost13 , as I am SLOW! Unfortunately, now that means you get three characters >:3

Unusual muse associations:

Fedsy :

Seasoning: Does lemon juice count?

Weather: That really bright sunlight after a storm. Humid.

Colour: Rose red

Sky: Sunset, but when the lighting is such that the sun is red and the clouds are that dark purple haze

Magical Power: Teleportation. CREATURE MODE.

Plant: Ti plant, specifically cordyline tango. the pinkey one.

Weapon: Dagger

Subject: Chemistry

Social media: Twitter. To piss people off.

Makeup product: Really brightly coloured liquid eyeliners. Probably red.

Candy: Those plastic sherbet straws that u get to fill with so many different flavours from a huge dispenser

Fear: losing control-?

Ice cube shape: Sphere. Orb.

Method of long distance travel: Skiff

Piece of Stationery: Ink brush

Three Emoji: 💜😔🪷🔪 FOUR.

Celestial Body: VENUS. (small. hot. all round chaotic. Eats scientific equipment for fun.)

Dralsin :

Seasoning: gravy is seasoning

Weather: Generic day, temperature is okay, it's a bit grey but whatever. Oddly still, though. why is there no wind.

Colour: <- ourple :)

Sky: That kinda sunset/night where there's no sun left but there's light scattering off the atmosphere, just barely.

Magical Power: Shadow beast Mode, defensive invulnerability edition?

Plant: Insanely large croton.

Weapon: Sword/shield

Subject: Phys ed.

Social media: facebook, begrudgingly.

Makeup product: uh, shaving cream? he's meticulous abt shaving his cute tree fuzzies

Candy: THERE'S THIS ONE HARD CANDY IN YORKSHIRE MIX. IT'S DARK. WEIRD TRIANGLE SHAPE. AND IT TASTES SO BAD. ANISEED???

Fear: Being rejected, outcast

Ice cube shape: frozen plastic water bottle smashed on counter

Method of long distance travel : The Mists

Piece of Stationery: pencil, but it has to be sharpened badly with a knife

Three Emoji: 😐🐈‍⬛👾

Celestial Body: The Kupier belt

Larry:

Seasoning: samphire

Weather: overcast, gentle snow, light breeze.

Colour: icy blue :)

Sky: sunrise blues and pale yellows

Magical Power: HOLY, CONDITION CLEANSING, PURGING FLAME

Plant fungus: Mycena subcyanocephala. sry it has no non latin name its cute as hell tho

Weapon: greatsword

Subject: Art

Social media: no

Makeup product: noooooooo

Candy: Peach gummies

Fear: Causing others suffering through his own actions

Ice cube shape: default cube

Method of long distance travel: Airship

Piece of Stationery: Mechanical eraser

Three Emoji: 👍🫂🪼

Celestial Body: uranus. (blue. sad. lonely. COLD. just like larry fr)

Alright I'm tagging at random, no pressure!

@little-leaf-man @sunsrefuge hiii

#i spent far too long on this but its actually helped character development ???#nice.#DO GOOGLE THAT MUSHROOM IF YOU LIKE THEM ITS 1MM ACROSS AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER #anywayh #naptime #ask game #silvpost #ocposting #oc:fedsy #oc:dralsin #oc:larry

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kleenexwoman · 4 months

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3, 8

8: I'm answering this one first because fandom lol.

I think people are off a lot when they say that a male character is female-coded. A lot of the time what they mean is that a character does not live up to the standards of masculinity set by the universe of the media itself, or that other characters in the show consider them less than masculine, or that they're portrayed as a realistic victim of abuse.

Or, sometimes, they just have transfem vibes. Why? Dunno. Vibes.

Now, some female coding is deliberate. I'll swear on a stack of Celluloid Closets that Steve and Bucky swap off the "girl" parts in the MCU in ways that have everything to do with the relationship the characters have to their genre. It has to do with who gets captured and rescued in what way, and it's something that plays into the homoeroticism of their relationship.

But that's different than me going, "Steve might like to wear panties but he has masculinity issues but Bucky envies dames." That's Vibes and me projecting because I think manly men in lingerie are pretty. Big shrug, dance for me.

There are definitely fandoms where people lean into dudes being "female coded" when they're:

Denigrated for their apparent lack of masculinity by other characters. Usually this says a lot more about the other characters, sry.

Class difference class difference class difference. Masculinity and the working class are socially conflated because it helps keep patriarchal capitalism churning. If your guy is "feminine" for traits that he shares with Hannibal Lector, who is about as feminine as a vagina dentata, then he's not coded feminine. He's coded rich.

Short kings. I'm sorry, does nobody love petit butches? Smol mascs? Pocket princes?

3: I have seen many run-of-the-mill bad takes on Tumblr. Many of them I respond to. Some belong in their tags, shaming people, and I don't think I shall choose to dignify them.

Just about the worst take I've seen on Tumblr was reactionary, tbh.

My bestie runs @loveisintheearth , a neat rock blog that shares fascinating geological information along with some metaphysical uses and just tons of shiny rock pics.

Now, some rocks have been used over the years for physical as well as metaphysical effects in magical talismans. I'm actually editing a book about it right now. It's not exactly simple, or anyone would be able to grab a chunk of whatever and suddenly get healthy, rich, wise, or laid. It's shit like, you have to calculate when Venus is trine the seventh mansion of Jupiter and sacrifice a silver feather while chanting and burning heliotrope as you carve the secret name of the angel Raziel into turquoise.

And also, y'know, it's a moot point if you don't believe in magic in the first place. Go on with your day, y'know?

So this person rocks up and demands, like, academic proof that wearing citrine can lower your cholesterol or whatever. From a rock blog online that posts, like, really cool pictures of bismuth inclusions.

Okay. Not the place to do it, but bestie obligingly posts a disclaimer that, uh, "Look at these neat lapis orbs!" isn't a place for medical advice. The information was frankly more of an intellectual curiosity.

Out of my own curiosity, I manage to track down the website that @loveisintheearth got the information from and ask the lady who posted it about where she got it. I mean, there are plenty of historical texts about the use of rocks in--

Her spirit guides.

Okay, did she try it out? Ask for detail? So further research?

NOPE. Just slapped it up there.

Context is everything. Don't expect a casual rock blog to offer you solid medical advice. But also, if you have spirit guides who tell you that citrine can help you lower your cholesterol, ask them for details.

#stucky #lawrusso #spirit guides

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aurathian · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!!

thank you for thinking of and tagging me @mistresslrigtar !! this gave me a nice break from my studies <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 blushing emoji

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

99,127

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Zelda. mostly BOTW (but i dont discriminate) there are also some Hades fics sprinkled in there

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

for all time (a collab with @zelzenik !)

Of Memories

demeter nipping at your nose (one of my 2 hades fics)

one last look

Life in a Dead World (??????? why)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually yes!! I love getting comments from my readers and I want them to know I appreciate it. if i don't reply it's usually because i think the comment is strange/rude or i just dont know what to say lol

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

def love me (and leave me to die) but it was hard to pick bc tbh im the angst queen (TOTK SPOILERS IN THIS FIC!!)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HyMart i'm going to pick this one because its happy all around and tbh idk what fic of mine is necessarily "happy" or has an ending that isnt streaked with tragedy or pain in some way whoops

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not that i remember but ive gotten like. weird passive aggressive comments

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i write SO MUCH fade to black because writing smut is way too weird for me... like i get embarrassed just typing certain words LOL (reading it is another story...)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, not a fan

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!!! I love to collab with my friends and @zelzenik and i are literally an unstoppable force when we write together. when we combine our powers nothing can stop us

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

zelink obvi

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

probably my Post-SkSw fic for my Aftermath series . I have restarted this fic 3 times now and I just have no idea how I want to structure it, what I want the tone to be, things like that. Everything I put down never sounds right. Also I just don't have time lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue for sure.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Character's inner monologues and scene transitions, I think. I find inner monologues interesting, but I don't think I excel at making them interesting for the reader. I tend to give too much away. As for scene transitions, I find that when I write them they come out very short and rushed.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually don't do this because I'm just not a fan. in my world everyone in Hyrule speaks perfect American English lol. jk but kinda not. it's just not something I'm really thinking about when I write? and if I do include other languages, the main character(s) are usually oblivious to it and I don't include actual syntax. I'll just say "they muttered something in a different language" or something similar.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Super Mario. In Kindergarten. I made picture stories. LMFAOOOOO

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

love me and leave me to die this one probably. i worked super hard on it for zelink week 2023 and thought i presented some unique ideas. totk spoilers abound though lol

ok im tagging people now. but u all have probably been tagged already. sry @hyylia @zelzenik @nocturnalfandomartist and anybody else who would like to join in <3

#tag game #zelda

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spicyraeman · 1 year

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Your OCs as other characters

Tagged by @pozerjacket thank you!

RULES: Take this quiz and share 5 (or more) results from the top 50 (or more) characters that you feel really fits your OC(s)!

*I consume almost no media, so I tried to pick characters I know at least a little bit about

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VRMN | Yvonne

Powder (Arcane): 83%

Eleven (Stranger Things): 82%

Frenchie (The Boys): 78%

Nux (Mad Max: Fury Road): 76%

Rue Bennett (Euphoria): 73%

Gonna be honest and say I've only fully watched Arcane but with my passing knowledge of the rest, all these seem pretty close. A bunch of fucked up/traumatized people who are highly emotional/empathetic. Powder is definitely the closest though, soo many parallels I'm surprised I didn't notice before.

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As always I have no idea whos been tagged and who hasn't sry

Tagging: @katsigian @noirapocalypto @drunkchasind @wraithsoutlaws @breezypunk @cyberpunkaddict and anyone else who wants to do it

No pressure of course!

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: vrmn #tag game

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thelonesomequeen · 1 year

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little rant sry sry- but god i can't get over chris and it's annoying the hell out of me. i went a week and a half without looking at any chris accounts but i saw him trending on twitter and went down a rabbit hole again. i think about him (and alba...) everyday and get upset and angry. it's better than sept-jan when i would go in my car and bawl when news came out about them, but i can't seem to get past this hump of just letting him go completely. i want to before it hurts even more (when the inevitable wedding comes along) and i'm still struggling. today he was first on my mind when i woke up and it set up my whole day badly. chris get out of my head PLEASE IM SAD. gahhh!!!!

anyways :)

i know i have to, HAVE to, accept that chris and alba will get married, but i wish they would break up so i can move on from him in peace. know? so i don't have this hanging over the fandom and stressing me out. earlier this year i was really hoping for that bc i could get a little peace on my mental stability journey- but now everyday is another hit to the head. but yeah, hypthethically if they broke up and chris wasn't seen with another woman for like a year or so, i think that would do me and the fandom wonders

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I don’t know that I agree that it would do the fandom wonders. They’d just move on to obsessing his other follows and who else he might be connected to just like they were with so many women before the relationship with Alba was made public. If this is making you that upset, then the best thing to do is try and step away for longer periods of time where you aren’t checking up on tags or things like that. Start with small increments and make them bigger over time. That’s worked for a lot of people here who now only check in about once a month or so 🦎

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jonathanbiers · 1 year

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Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

tagged by @flashyysins and @henrystars, thank you!! <3

He knows Steve is into it in the same way he is—it’s the idea, the looming possibility of being caught, rather than actually wanting to be.

tagging some writer mutuals (i'm not sure who's been tagged and not so if you've already done this or just don't like tag games pls ignore and i'm sry <3) @cheatghost @metaldeads @punkharringtxn @heroeddiemunson @toburnup @roykentt @kkpwnall @bayouteche @thefreakandthehair

#tag games #the wip this is from should hopefully be going up in the next couple of days? i finally got back my momentum TODAY and ofc now i have to #leave for work but that's just how the game goes ig #and i work tomorrow too (which is so weird i'm never scheduled on a monday) so i mean it when i say HOPEFULLY #i really want this one done though hjdkfsk

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firstofficerkittycat · 1 year

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could you explain what you think should be tagged as unreality? i don't experience delusions so i find it hard to imagine what could trigger it and what not, like where do u personally draw the line? (i assume there's no clear line and it's different for every person? but still it would be good to know one perspective) thank u

sry I don't have the brainpower for this one rn anyone else wants to try b my guest, it's just the fact tjat the unreality tag is somehow so fucking overused for benign shit (any random thing that's not objective fact and btw I've also seen this seep out into things that aren't actually false very cyberpunk dystopia) and at the same time underused for things that are clearly paranoia inducing, things that the ppl saying them know if they think about it for even a second are guaranteed to induce paranoia, bc those jokes are about stalking and are most well known for being spammed in psychotic people's inboxes. I'm not saying u can't find the walls meme funny but for many people the concept of a mentally ill person freaking out is the entire joke

It would be better for the tag to be overused than underused but apparently that isn't possible because when people overuse the tag to the point of like. Actual information suppression they still don't tag things they know full well will trigger unreality, and they know because the association is why it makes them laugh in the first place. hope that makes sense

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cthezaunite · 1 year

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many<3

Thank you very much @lullabyes22-blog for the tag! (sry for the mixup dear I finally understood I have to create an own post, not repost yours *hides*)

Ich fühle mich geehrt, I gladly join in 🖤

Just a quick heads up, I'll take some liberties with interpreting numbers (eg 3); I simply love words and they love me, so sometimes they scoop me up and run away with me, et vice versa.

three (?) ships :

Hordak/ Entrapta [She-Ra], Bog / Marianne [Strange Magic], Kaz/Inej [Shadow and Bone], Silco / OC (lives in my head rent free but only there atm) - Silco / Mel - Viktor & Jinx - Viktor/OC [Arcane], Severus / Hermione [HP, fck Transphobia]

first ever ship :

Severus Snape / OC [HP] (teenage fascination at 12 with multiple rereads of all books and later watching the movies; creating own fanfictions, characters and storielines (mostly in my head) was my escape in childhood. Watching Arcane and getting overly obsessed with the characters and their world brought me back and I rediscovered that safe space of creativity for me now as an adult)

last song:

there's no such thing for me ;) but what I'm currently looping the most :

Iniko - Jericho, Yosemite

Chinchilla - Little Girl Gone

Woodkid - Guns For Hire (working on it in my singing lessons)

the epic cover of Enemy by Shelley Harland, Jyc Row

last movie:

can't really remember tbh as I watch more series, but the last I really enjoyed and watched multiple times is Strange Magic by George Lucas

currently reading:

eh I'm all over the place in AO3 atm... what I want to read in the near future is Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

currently watching:

The green trees of the grave yard below my balcony - lovely chestnut bloom this year.

TVwise I'm switching between Killing Eve and Queer Eye [Netflix], but for whatever reason I just got the intense urge to re-watch The Tick [Amazon prime].

currently consuming:

sunshine!, fresh air and the little salty beads of sweat building on my upper lip

currently craving:

some watermelon and a big glass of cool green tea

Feel warmly invited to join the rambling train

xx, c

@vitaraven @silcoitus @zaunite-electrical @yeehawsart @cadaverism @frenchublog @word-wytch @yunta0722 @kallielef @ursawastricked @karnaca78 @wishfulsketching

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enchantcdstories · 2 years

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Omg you write Loki??? Ok ok ok

Uhhhhhh, could I get something like, domestic but flirty kinda with a fem!reader? Maybe they aren't like, together but they're both dancing around it. And it's written sorta like back in 2012 where we were all just writing Avengers tower found family stuff. It doesn't have to be that exact theme or time frame but you get the ~energy~ I'm going for?

Sry if that's too much I just really like ur writing. I recently read some of ur recent stuff and I'm like omg

hey anon! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Tags: fluff, avengers tower au but I’m bringing in other heroes too cause Idk, slice of life, non-powered reader, female reader, first loki fic so pls go easy Word Count: 1578 (issa bby) Firsts

Most mornings at the tower were always incredibly hectic in one way or another. Hundreds of people usually filtered in and out of the lower levels of the building, going about their workday the same way any other business would operate. The upper levels, however, were reserved for any hero that wanted to lie low and have a place to go to after a long day of fighting whatever villain was tormenting the planet or galaxy that day.

You didn’t have any powers. You had the connections and skills to keep all the paperwork that flowed through the office organized. That was your superpower.

Luckily for you, it was a Saturday, and you could relax and take your morning calmly. You could sleep in a bit, take your time in the bathroom– small things that normally were a cause for rushing through. The upper levels of the tower were mostly empty, save for the odd straggler staying for the weekend. The tower was quiet for the most part, so some of the noisier guests were probably still asleep. You meant Scott Lang, for the most part.

Humming to yourself, you stood on your tiptoes to reach for the box of breakfast cereal– something that contained zero nutrition but had lots of sugar. That, combined with a nice cup of coffee (with some chocolate syrup added in for more sugar), it felt like a satisfying enough meal. You were perfectly happy to sit at the gleaming marble kitchen island as you scrolled on your phone. Your eyes were still heavy from the minimal sleep you got, scrolling through several news articles around the world. Even though not very many people were staying at the tower, evil still needed to be defeated, it seemed. Another city blown up, another attempt at an alien invasion, the usual.

“Is that really the healthiest thing?” Loki’s deep voice startled you, your phone dropping to the counter with a cringe worthy clack of metal and glass against marble.

You hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen, his long legs striding over to the kitchen island as he rose an eyebrow at you. You could get used to the superheroes. You could get used to powers being used, and you could get used to Bruce being green. You would never get used to seeing literal gods walking around, however.

“Oh…I-” you stammered, putting your spoon back down in your bowl of cereal as if it had revolted you suddenly. Loki always made your stomach shrink and your cheeks flood with heat, even if he was just merely walking down a hallway or in a meeting that you happened to walk in on. You realized that it was nothing more than a school girl crush, but it was nice to dream. It was weird to see him in a white button down and black tie; midgard clothes didn’t suit him nearly as well as his armour. “I was just..it’s just cereal..” The way his face was pulled into a disapproving look made your words trail off.

“Don’t mortals need something that won’t kill them in the long run?” Loki’s tone seemed to accuse you as you picked up your spoon, preparing to take a bite. Loki was someone that liked the challenge, he liked playing games with anyone he could manipulate into participating. He reached across the counter top, long torso pressing up against the counter and stretching his button down down his collarbone just a bit. You were slightly distracted before you realised that he was reaching for your breakfast, snatching it up with long fingers and plopping the whole thing in the sink.

“Hey! That was mine!” You protested, reaching helplessly forward for your now-trashed breakfast. Loki rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist, a glimmer of bright green flashing over the table and revealing a plate of fruit, eggs, and toast. A glass of orange juice flickered into existence beside it. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, though you were a bit bitter that the man before you had stolen your original breakfast. Loki gestured to the food before leaning back against the counter and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“And now you have something better, you’re welcome.” His face was pulled into a smug smirk, almost too proud of himself. You pulled the plate closer to yourself, frowning a bit. It was a nice gesture, something Loki wasn’t exactly known for.

“I mean it looks incredible but…why?” You asked, looking up at him. The smell of seemingly freshly cooked eggs made your stomach growl. “Why for me?”

That question seemed to stump the god of mischief, something you didn’t think was possible. He opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again, as if he himself didn’t know how to answer.

“Is it wrong to want to see someone at their best? Something you won’t get with-” he reached over and grabbed the box, reading the name off of it. “Cinnamon toast crunch? What even is that?” He threw the box down, leaning back against the counter. You shrugged, unable to give a proper answer. “Besides,” Loki continued. “Isn’t that what you mortals do for people you care about?”

You had picked up the fork and stabbed into the eggs, revelling into the steam that came off them as if they were fresh off the stovetop- when you froze. Care about? Did…Loki actually care about you? That wasn’t possible, right? He never once paid you any attention outside of here, had he? You gathered your nervous thoughts and glanced up at him, heart hammering in your chest.

“Do you care about me, Loki?” You asked, food suddenly forgotten– only the man in front of you mattered. Loki swallowed, nodding his head and making your cheeks blush harder.

“I do. I’ve had a lot of time to think and…assess.. What I want out of this life. It’s different than what I’m used to, but I know what I want now.” He was still leaning casually, hands still in his pockets. You licked your bottom lip, nodding.

“And that is..?”

“You.” His voice was firm and self assured, as if he had this practised down to the vowel. You weren’t sure how to react, the butterflies in your stomach doing flips. Someone needed to pinch you, surely this wasn’t happening for real, right? Loki looked at you, his face was more…sad. Maybe not sad, you realized. Hopeful. “If you don’t feel the same, however, I can always just–”

“I do.” You cut him off, eyes wide as you rushed to spill the feelings that had been aching in your heart for the longest time. Loki pushed himself off the counter, hands now clasped together in front of him. Breakfast didn’t matter now at this point. You had just told Loki – the Loki, the god of mischief himself– that you cared about him. The silence in the air was almost tangible, like neither you nor Loki knew what to do.

You awkwardly turned to the food, the eggs still steaming like they were fresh even after a good few minutes. A side effect of Loki’s magic, you supposed. Perhaps you could use him for fresh food no matter what, that would be a good relationship perk, you thought. As your amusing thoughts raced through your head, Loki had moved away from the counter, pushing past the kitchen island and moving to stand closer to you. He reached down and gently tilted your head up to look at you, moving quickly and with purpose as he leaned down to gently place a kiss on your lips. It was sudden, and your brain hardly had any time to keep up before you knew what was happening. It was nice, the proverbial fireworks sparking as his lips gently left yours. Loki sat down at the stool next to you, finally at eye level.

“I do have to say, I’m glad we’re finally beyond stepping around each other. I wasn't very fond of it.” A small smile played across his lips. You echoed the same expression, giving a breathy nervous laughter.

“I have to agree.” You grinned, pushing the plate of food a bit further from you so you could scoot closer to him. His knees were spread so yours could fit between them. “I am curious, however,” You started, glancing down and pushing some hair behind your ears. “Out of all the Asgardian women and men you could have, all the mortals here on earth, Gods knows what else out there in the galaxy….why me? I’m surely not that interesting.”

Loki shook his head, reaching for the plate of food and plucking a grape off of it, popping it into his mouth. “When you have access to so many things at once, one tends to go for the more familiar.”

“I’m familiar?” You cocked your head a bit, confused. Loki nodded again.

“You were the first mortal I met when I came to the tower. I had met others, obviously, but you were the first that didn’t…treat me like the monster I am. You stand out in ways that I can’t explain.”

You grinned, eyes locked into his, never realising just how beautiful they are. You cleared your throat, sitting up and straightening out your pyjamas a bit. “Can you do it again?”

Loki frowned. “Do what? The food? Is it not to your liking?” You shook your head, smiling.

“Kiss me.”

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