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bonefall · 1 year

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Regarding the bonehill I'm using a similar concept in my oc colonies, tyrant Spottedstar forces her followers dig up the remains of their fallen clanmates and that's where they get bones from. You don't want to follow her orders? That's fine little apprentice, guess what, you get to go against everything you have been taught and bring back the bones of the deceased, destroying their burial grounds and any burial traditions in the process. Then boom, its brought to a hill where she makes her throne on. If that's not intimidating I don't know what is!

I'm not sure how decomposition with cats work, but this could be applied here as well. According to the events timeline in warriors, a TON of cats died since Fireheart became an adult, and even more so if we count those who died when he first joined. Again, we do have to count for scavengers, but the same logic can be applied to Tigerstar in the case where a tyrant forces their subject to break all their practices and beliefs as punishment.

Pretty scary if ya ask me! We could even apply the socialism aspect with this- boom your clanmates aren't going into kitty heaven now because you messed up their burials. double whammy if said tyrant is against religion here.

Absolutely. There's also definitely a ton of control in forcing a person to exhume the grave of someone they really cared about, the physical effort of breaking through grass, moving all that dirt, so on.

Cats decompose just like all other kinds of remains, really. The speed of decomposition depends mostly on moistness of the soil plus warmth of the environment, but I bury my pets in my garden and I've come across a bone or two over the years.

The reason you dig deep is to prevent the body from being dug up by scavengers in the first place, so as long as they're buried, don't worry too much about those. 6 feet deep came from the black plague because it was thought to prevent the spread of disease, but 2 - 3 feet deep would be sufficient.

For Tigerstar, I think I really want to focus on the intimidation aspect more than the forcing clanmates to break rules aspect. Bonefall Tigerstar is a person who doesn't really care for the code, or justice, but he uses it to his advantage. Commanding people to break it outright is something he progresses into, more to fulfill a goal or do violence against a group he dislikes (Like getting rid of Stonefur or, later, Deerfoot and other rebels) than to tell TigerClan that their religion is pointless.

In fact I kinda want to remove the canonical implication that all villains are actually godless heathens who reject the true and good religion, as a Godless Heathen myself lmao. But it would be a pretty metal plotline for a tyrant leader to start making an "underclass" of people who oppose them by forcing them to do sacrilegious things, marking them as damned in the eyes of their clanmates.

Sort of like how some societies would force butchery and undertaking to oppressed classes, then they'd stay oppressed because they had to do those jobs, which marked them as an underclass, so on in a cycle.

#tw death #tw decomposition #tw animal death #tw taxidermy #I will be able to tell you a lot more about this in a couple of months #I am in training to become a mortician right now #We haven't hit decomposition as a subject yet though #I know this topic is a bit heavy btw please let me know if I missed tagging anything

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straight-to-the-pain · 2 years

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You reblogged that antis post so I just wanted to be sure, do you support shipping adults with minors?

(To clarify- am asking because the terms are vague and used for multiple things and I didn't want to assume anything)

I was debating whether or not to answer this because frankly ‘support’ is just as vague a term as any other but like, I’m not invested in shipping discourse, I mostly stick to original fiction and stay out of fandom wank.

I reblogged the post in the context of purity culture and people being harassed for using fiction to explore things that they know are immoral and harmful irl. What does shipping mean to you? Does it mean that the characters in question would have a healthy, loving relationship? Or is it a dynamic you think is interesting to consider through a fictional lens?

I don’t care what people want to write about. If we didn’t let people write about bad things that would be the definition of censorship. Creating fictional content doesn’t somehow make you a criminal and it doesn’t equal harm unless you specifically use that content to hurt someone.

If you’re asking me if I supporting pedophilia then, no of course I don’t. I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone here who would tell you that they thought that it was fine for adults to date children irl. If you’re asking me if I think that it’s a topic that should never be written about in fiction, frankly I don’t think such a topic exists.

Do I think that context and intent matters? Undoubtedly. But unless a writer is actively saying things and doing things that lead me to believe that they condone the things they write about irl, I’m not going to stop them from creating the fiction they want to create.

I write about torture and murder and rape and civil war and people being abused and hurt and assaulted, all things that I would never support irl. The fact that I enjoy writing and reading about these topics doesn’t make me a bad person. I don’t personally want to engage with any underage nsfw content in an enjoyable context, and it’s not something that I find fun, but I’ve seen it explored well, and I think it’s a topic that has to be written about if we want to be able to understand it and challenge it in the real world too.

We’re all too happy to call people online pedos and never quite willing enough to tackle the abuse that happens in plain sight all around us.

#I don’t think I actually get what shipping is ngl #like to me it doesn’t mean oh I think they’d be a good healthy couple #it just means I want to put these two people together in my fictional story and see what chaos will happen #and like no I personally don’t have any interest in shipping any fictional children and adults #that’s not one of the things I’m interested in exploring in my writing #it’s not something I’m gonna put on this blog #it’s a rule specifically in my server because it makes me personally uncomfortable #but anyway this is just the sort of question people ask I think because they want an excuse to send anon hate so #if you’re planning to do that I’m not actually gonna post it so don’t bother #I’m secure enough in my own morals and personal actions thank you very much #also yelling at people online doesn’t make them better #it just satisfies your desire for moral superiority #asks answered #child abuse #just in case you want to block that you know #it is a bit of a heavy topic so

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lycan-trophy-wife · 1 year

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what is the difference btwn landscape architecture and architecture? =D

So architects design buildings and landscape architects design basically anything outside of those buildings. Public parks & squares, private gardens, Parking spaces, sidewalks and much more.

Landezine is a website where you can find a lot of notable projects & get an idea for what landscape architects plan. Looking in the 'projects' section on there will usually show you a pretty diverse range of projects from different studios.

In university we do have classes together with architecture students, tough that's mostly for basic design & drawing stuff. Most of my classes are specific to outside areas, like 'plant planning' (which plants work for certain areas and how can I include them in those areas?) or 'garden monument care' (researching a historic outdoor space/park/garden by taking stock of what is there right now and finding sources on its history, then evaluating the current state in regards to the original plans / historic layers, and then deciding what needs to be done to honor the history but also make it suitable for the current conditions and use)

#landscape architecture #The planning for certain places is usually decided through competitions #Where multiple studios will create their own design for the space and then present that through drawn plans. Digital or physical models.#And sketches / collages / photoshopped images #Buuut im not even sure I want to work for a studio like that in the future. It's supposedly very crunch-y/overtime heavy when it comes to #Competition deadlines #And theres plenty of other areas you can go in #Like im still in my bachelor program so ofc there's a bit of everything in there #But with the landscape architecture master you can pick your classes to focus on certain topics or even do a different masters program #Depends on what the universities have to offer. I've seen something along the lines of #'city planning in historic city districts'#As an example #Yah that's preddy much the basics #From someone who didn't know landscape architects even existed until they saw it #On a list of a universitys available bachelor programs

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ex-vespidae · 1 year

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thinking about kirby characters and "redemption" redemption is in quotation because its more of... characters who were antagonists that didn't die meaning they get the opportunity to be better compared to characters that well... die.

#sage speaks #game that makes me go yippee!!!#its an interesting topic but also heavy i guess #idk it just seems a bit unfair that some characters get another chance while others don't u know...#and I mean I get some of these characters did horrible things but so did some the characters that get second chances so...?#ugh its also more unfair when a characters villainy stemed from a blatantly unfair situation to begin with...#*looks at the 3ds games*#kirby posting

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doomednarrative · 1 year

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Okay god I really do need to write this post RE2 au fic don't I

#hesitant to post it if i do cause. well its kinda heavy #deals with talk of self harm due to poorly coping with trauma #but im writing it both as personal catharsis fic and as someone who could actually handle the topic with care cause ive been there #it is very cleon flavored even if its meant to be platonic there but maybe ill revise it a bit who knows #either way. i need to write it.#kief rambles about resident evil

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crappy-homestuck-confessions · 2 years

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this blog has such good vibes i love it

#homestuck confession #mod anu #♥️#I know sometimes it can get a bit heavy on the topics but even then i hope they're always handled wl #I love it here ✨

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kissmefriendly · 1 year

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I’m not crying, I’m just oozing because of the mould!

#like I’ve got energy to cry #lol but seriously my home is so mould infested - all these old English places are I guess #or so I’ve been told?#anyways I’m almost crying because no matter how shit life feels right now #I know there’s people who really care abt my well-being lol like WHY #I’m thinking of getting what happened to me off my chest to one of them #but since it’s such a heavy topic to bring up no matter how good a friend they are #I’m kinda scared of putting all that on them #but it’s not exactly healthy for ME to keep my incident hidden - ik people will try and help!#I mean. the pharmacist was hugging me ffs! and encouraged me to go to the police but she said that was my decision #but even my coworker! emailing me saying to call or message if I needed anything since I’ve been out of sorts!#plus I got a callback for a role I’m in love with!#so I know that Life doesn’t suck - just this one part of it #in the ceviche of Life this bit is the not-so-fresh cilantro #in the pasty of Life this is the burnt crust #what happened to me last week is still something that’s been weighing heavy on me but I’ve been choosing to believe it never happened #ya know like a healthy person lol #I couldn’t sleep in my own bed for a week lmao #so I slept on my couch which is a two seater and I am 6’ so it ain’t been comfy #it’s just reassuring to know that there ARE people who care and who DO want to help you without secret motives or something #believing people is something I’m trying out #and sure it got me into my incident last week but on the whole? I want to believe 40% of people DO have your best interests at heart #not all people are selfish monsters <3 #plus how can I mope?! I MIGHT have just landed a MASSIVE film role!!!#if I get famous (lol) I’ll never put myself on main or this side; I’ll make an anti-me blog lol #idk it’s a weird feeling. but at least I feel I’m control #this is the third Incident I’ve had so idk. better at focusing on what needs doing? I survived that’s all that matters #like my mum always said: you’re only a victim if you think you’re a victim. otherwise you’re a survivor (or something like that I can’t #quite remember her words EXACTLY but something on those lines) ANYWAYS!#im gonna maybe be in a film!! AAAAH!!!!! focusing on that makes me so FUCKing happy!

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just-miru · 8 months

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huh.. people really weren't kidding when saying wep's ending is fucking disappointing

#augh <\3 #my girlies deserved SO much better than that #a plain-ish ending in which they like.#remain close friends and face new challenges together or whatever would have been WAY better than whatever we've got. i thinkies #oh well #still. the first 10 eps (excluding the 8th episode) are pretty neat #the animation is just so mesmerising.. and the overall story is interesting. even if the ending is kinda disappointing and seemingly rushed #also. i really hoped to see more of rika and her mother sniff sniff #they cover so many heavy topics in the anime #so i don't think it would have hurt them to try and touch a bit on addiction and/or alcoholism. ya know?#eh #i like the silly anime regardless #SILLY MAGICAL GIRLS SLAY WOOOOOOO!!!

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sttoru · 3 months

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒. love; you wonder if the king of curses is capable of feeling that emotion too. so, you take on a more direct approach to ask him.

word count. 1.7k

note. sukuna brainrot sorry. . .

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. angst (+ comfort) / fluff. size difference mentions. eh sukuna’s a bit mean. established relationship, but you’re like v early into the relationship.

it was a calm sunday evening. both sukuna and you had fulfilled your duties for the day. all you needed after working hard was the presence of the person you admire most. thus, you had made your way over to sukuna’s chambers. to your surprise, you already found him sitting on the engawa which led to the connected backyard.

sukuna noticed your presence, but didn't utter a word. he simply shot you a glance before continuing to stare into the distance. he seemed to be in deep thought about something. you didn’t want to bother him when he was like this, but the voice in your head told you to stay.

you silently kneel next to him and gather your hands in your lap. your eyes automatically move to focus on sukuna again. two of his hands are supporting his weight as they rest flat on the wooden surface. the other set rests limply on his thigh.

your gaze falls on his bottom left hand. the one he uses to kill, but also the one he uses to hold and caress you. you could easily recall its feel without having to touch him; rough, callused and warm. you reach your hand out towards his without hesitation.

sukuna’s eyes dart over to your small stature next to him. he allows you to grab his hand, to pull it over to your lap and let it rest palm up on your thighs. it’s almost funny. how big his hand is in comparison to yours.

the comfortable silence continues. the rustles of the leaves and the water movements in the koi pond in the yard are soothing to the soul. your finger traces the lines on sukuna’s palm, following them until they end before switching to the other.

the king of curses watches you play around with his hand. still with that stoic expression on his face. however, feeling your delicate touch on his skin and seeing you smile to yourself for whatever reason makes the corners of his lips curl up. for a split second.

a faint, amused grin. you sure are an interesting creature in his eyes.

“sukuna, can i ask you something?” you break the silence with a question. there is an unknown feeling in your chest; one that makes you restless at night. your smile slowly drops into a small pout when you think about what you want to ask him.

not a single action goes unnoticed by the man next to you. he lifts an eyebrow, but other than that, there’s no reaction visible. he answers you with a hum of approval, “mmh.”

you lift your head and look up at him. sukuna was already staring right at you—his piercing eyes catch your soft ones. he squints. there is something wrong with the way you are looking at him. normally, the smile you give him would reach your eyes. now it doesn’t.

that same smile completely disappears over time.

“do you.. are you..” you stammer. you don't know how to articulate your question. it’s probably dumb. to both you and him. sukuna watches you struggle to ask him whatever is on your mind. he firmly grabs your wrist and squeezes it. not too hard. he doesn't want to inflict any unneccesary pain.

sukuna sighs. a heavy sigh. one thing he dislikes is when you leave him in the dark. it isn’t the first time you did so during the past week. asking him if you could ask him a question and when he grants you the permission to, you back down or change topics.

it’s getting tiresome.

“spit it out.” sukuna grumbles. he pulls your body closer to his by your wrist, your arm stretched upwards with your hand hovering near the side of his face. his breath hits your wrist, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

crimson orbs stare right into your soul. you gulp and feel your body warm up. when you try to avert your gaze, one of sukuna's free hands grabs you by the jaw and steers your head to face him. his thumb presses down on your chin. he’s not letting it go today. he needs answers.

before sukuna could add to his words, you breathe in sharply. like you’re ready to ask him what had been weighing on your mind ever since a couple days back. oh, stupid it sure is. you know. you’re probably making it too big of a deal. when it isn’t. not in the slightest.

your eyes water. you blink the tears away. you don’t want to embarrass yourself any further by sobbing. your bottom lip trembles as you finally muster up the courage;

“do you love me?”

there it goes. you try to squirm away from sukuna’s grasp after that. you feel flustered. embarrassed. you just want to crawl into a hole and rot.

sukuna does not tighten his grip on you. instead, he loosens them. your wrist slips from his hand. your chin no longer restricted by his fingers. he lets you go.

a painful sting in your heart. you secretly hoped that he’d resist. pull you closer maybe. you don’t know why you expected that. you learnt not to get your hopes up around him and yet you always wish for him to do something.

a silence falls between the two of you again. you act like you didn’t ask him anything. you try to ignore the way sukuna clenched his jaw. how he subtly clicked his tongue. how he let you shuffle away from him.

you clear your throat. with hesistance this time, you gently grab one of sukuna’s hands again. that he allows you. you appreciate that. at least it means he isn’t completely upset. you know sukuna does not allow just anyone to touch him so without permission.

you hold tightly onto his hand like it’s your last hope. his fingers don’t close around yours, though. you don’t mind.

“what a foolish question.” sukuna scoffs and looks the other way. his voice was hoarse. probably from not speaking for quite what time. you silently nod. an expected answer, at last.

you stay silent after that. it hurts. more than you want it to have hurt. maybe it was too early into your relationship to ask such a question. you got into it, knowing fully well how harsh the man next to you could be sometimes.

what you can’t deny is that soft spot sukuna has for you. you see it. uraume sees it. the maids see it. sukuna probably.. knows of it, but doesn’t speak on it. he does not speak up about his feelings much anyway.

but it’s visible in his actions. the king of curses allows you to say and do whatever you want around him. he makes sure his subordinates treat you well. he looks at you with a hint of softness hidden in those red eyes. when he touches you, it’s firm but gentle. like he desperately craves to touch you, though knows not to make that yearning accidentally hurt you in any way.

the latter is what you love most about his soft spot for you. sukuna handles you with utmost care. even uraume had told you that it surprises them greatly whenever they witness the way their master treats you in general.

especially at night. you can’t count the amount of times you quite literally melted into his arms. those four, beefy arms that know just how to make you feel protected. you never sleep in unease. you know that nothing could hurt you when you’re laying against his chest.

sukuna’s actions speak volumes. despite all of that, you wish he’d at least tell you with his words. how much you mean to him.

“my apologies.” you give up. for today, you’ll let him be. the slight irritation in his voice earlier nearly made you cry. he needs more time and you’ll give him that. you slowly detach your small hand from his big, warm one, “i won’t ask you that again.”

sukuna frowns and grumbles something under his breath. you think it’s still because of your previous question, yet his gaze tells a different story. he narrows his eyes as he glares down at his now empty hand. you connect the dots once you see the man take a glimpse at your hand on your lap.

your touch. the sudden abscence of your touch.

“i didn’t say you could do that.” sukuna murmurs. his tone low and maybe even upset to a certain degree. you blink a few times and freeze on spot. the king of curses starts to get grumpy the longer you fail to take the hint.

he kisses his teeth out of impatience. sukuna tightly gets ahold of your hand again and softly yanks it towards him. you squeal as your body stumbles closer to his.

sukuna holds eye contact with you as he brings your hand to his mouth. his tongue wets a spot on your palm—specifically the area that connects your thumb with your wrist. your lips part, your tummy doing flips from the sudden touch.

“don’t let go again,” he bares his teeth before slightly sinking them into the soft flesh. it isn’t a hard bite. more a nibble that leaves a faint mark. what you didn’t expect was for sukuna to kiss that same place after marking it. his thumb runs over that exact spot as well, “got that?”

you nod. you’re unable to refuse him. those feelings of disappointment from earlier long forgotten. you intertwine your fingers with sukuna’s and unlike the previous instant, his fingers do curl back around yours. your skin is still tingling from the feeling of sukuna’s kiss.

the king of curses keeps your entwined hands on his lap this time. he stares off into the distance for a couple seconds before returning his gaze to you. he scans your face and finds what he had been missing;

that tender smile of yours. it was back, tugging at your lips. one of your fingers resumes its soothing motion on his rough skin again. sukuna’s face relaxes. his jaw unclenches.

“good.” sukuna nods at the sight. he turns to watch the night sky again—secretly (yet not so secretly) enjoying this moment of peace.

you’re content with how that ended. and, you’re sure that you don’t mind if it takes days, weeks or even months for your relationship to fully blossom. when you’re with sukuna, one thing is clear: actions do speak louder than words.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk angst #sukuna angst

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seveneyesoup · 1 year

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when the hell did i get so clinical

#i’m posting this to prove a point #i’ve typed up quite a few posts recently meant to grasp at self expression #a little amble through a personal topic where i omit many of the details in order to maintain my privacy #and talk myself through something #and they always come out so detached. like i’m describing a software problem or something #writing a lab report #and then; as the exercise feels a bit futile; i delete the draft and move on #it doesn’t give me any clarity i was lacking and it doesn’t help me express any emotions i was struggling to parse #because there’s just not emotions there #and there’s merit to a clinical approach; i’ve always believed that #at times aspired to it #still; it’s strange to default to it #especially about things which would have been very emotionally involving in the past #which is progress; i suppose #to be able to proceed with clarity on a matter which would have been obfuscated by a lot of needless complexes #but it’s strange. like lifting a bird bone or a box you didn’t know was empty #to expect something heavy and find that it isn’t #and to find that at the end of a long day instead of the satisfactory physical tiredness from the work all you have is a touch of a headache #dunno #even this feels pointless to make and post but that’s the point #inherent to writing and posting it #strange #especially when clinical means less the scientist impassively watching as the white mice choke on poison #and a lot more the receptionist at the doctors office whose customer service voice and winning smile never falter #anyway

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mwapollo · 2 months

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on the topic of drawing hermits with their irl body types:

mumbo.

it's always so funny to me when he's drawn as a skinny twink with something-something-a-bit-higher-than-average height because this man is HUGE. and i'm talking about COMFY HUGE.

somewhere in this vod (an old one, but still) he humbly discusses that he's 'quite a big guy' and that he needs a lot of food.

he's 6'5/195cm; it means that grians eye level would probably be at the level of his shoulder blades.

he's stong. sport is his hobby, lifting hella heavy professional cameras and operating them is his job.

he had some struggles with his body image and/or eating behaviour, too (upd: check out this post).

he's BIG. AND STRONG. I know that the stereotype of this fandom is that he's awkward, and nervous, and the way he presents himself and his minecraft skin may give an impression of a vampire with a figure of a stick.

but.

TRY TO CONSIDER THIS. THIS IS ALSO VERY VERY NICE

#as a person with anorexia I'm always comforted by mumbo's stories and photos #he's handsome. and cozy. and knowing you're not alone in your struggles and the person you look up to has gotten through this #is heartwarming #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #mwapollo

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cherry-leclerc · 2 months

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wait for you ☆ cl16

genre: fluff, humor, tiny bit of smut, established relationship

word count: 1.8k

An eager Charles tries to convince you to take part in an adorable video to show off your relationship for the first time, but it only lands you two in a clumsy mess.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+…mainly just charles being a tit addict lol, oh and a bit of dry humping ahhah

req!…quickie, but enjoy :) ps. we love a man who understandssss

“Come on! Don’t be like that.”

It takes all of you to not roll your eyes at your needy boyfriend. He was excited to be back to racing after such a long time and this was just pure adrenaline, if you can even call it that. He had brought it up a few nights ago over dinner.

It’s been a year. Actually scratch that. A year and five months. Which is basically two if you stop and think about it.

Humming, you nod with less enthusiasm as he dangles his phone right in front of you, displaying cheesy couple videos.

We can recreate it, people will know, and people will love you. Easy peasy.

But there was nothing easy about any of this. It had stayed a secret for so long for a reason - a perfectly reasonable reason. While you knew the good would most likely outweigh the bad, that didn’t make it less nerve wrecking.

With a heavy sigh, you roll off of his lap, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m not sure, Charles. You know how I feel about all this. Plus, don’t you like knowing it's just you and me who know about us?” You signal between the two of you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he gulps.

“I do love having you to myself…”

“So it’s settled. Not yet.”

The next time he brings it up is when you’re out on a double date with George and Carmen, seeing as they spend a good amount of time here in Monaco. Could be nice, he says, blankly taking a lick from his vanilla ice cream. Would make me happy, y’know…

“I feel like I have to ask,” the Brit mumbles curiously. “Trouble in sex-paradise?”

Choking with surprise, you hurriedly shake your head as Carmen pinches her boyfriend's thigh. He yelps, scooting closer to the Monegasque who continues to pout. Rubbing your temples, you say, “Don’t pay him any attention, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Amore, it would be perfect!” Angling his head to the couple, he retreats his phone, already showing off the video. “Wouldn’t it be cute to announce our relationship like that?” Before they have a chance to answer, he nods happily, as if they’ve given him the biggest blessing. “It would, I know it would.”

“Reckon it’s a bit much,” George says while Carmen winces in agreement. Charles’ green eyes flicker to where you bite back a grin, writhing to let loose.

“You guys…”

Carmen pats his hand gently over the table. “Charles, just try and put yourself in her shoes. She’s worried. We’ve all been. Being in the public eye is extremely terrifying. Maybe she’s not ready-”

“Or she’s not that into you.”

The brunette clenches his jaw. “You’re not?”

Giggling, you peck his rosy cheek as he stubbornly gives in, a smile already being drawn onto his lips. “I’m so in love.” Then you turn to the Brit, kicking him sharply underneath the table. “Asshole.”

As he winces in pain, his girlfriend rubs his arm gingerly. “Oh, she’s definitely in love, Charles. But she’s not ready. Just wait on her for a tad bit longer.”

You’re honestly shocked when he doesn’t bring up the topic the time you visit his family, or when you meet up with Pierre and Kika. It was odd, but you didn’t think much of it.

That is until he has you perched on his lap, greedy mouth wrapped around your sore buds. Large hands come in to grip your breasts, squeezing them closer to his face as he groans. You shiver when the cool air hits your wet skin. He smiles wickedly when you start rubbing yourself against his thigh, whimpers entering the room.

“You sound so sweet…”

You grip his shoulders tighter.

“Doing so good for me, yeah?”

You nod with soft pants and tired eyes.

“Do you love me?”

More than anything.

“Then you’ll do the video with me? You will, won’t you, darling?”

“Yes, yes,” you huff, core growing tighter. “Anything and everything you want.”

You can practically feel his smirk against your chest, but are too far gone to even care.

With one last lustful lick, he scoffs. “That’s my girl.”

“Okay, stand still,” he instructs, hands fixing his phone against the wooden chair. There's heavy concentration that lingers adorably as he gently bites down on his bottom lip, that it almost makes you regret how much you were dreading this. Balancing yourself on your tippy toes, you giggle nervously. Green eyes look back at you before pressing a kiss against your temple. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Just stand there and look pretty.”

“Because that’s all I’m good for,” you mumble sourly as he aims a deadpan expression. You know that’s not true. Then he presses the countdown and runs out of the frame, leaving you to stand like a lost puppy, soft eyes looking for their owner. Frowning hard at the camera, you sigh. “I really don’t get it-”

All of a sudden, strong arms wrap around your waist as he carries you in a hurry. You’re squealing loudly and shutting your eyes tightly. It leaves you winded as you slip into a coughing fit. Swiftly, the Monegasque places you back down and cradles your face with worried eyes. “Holy shit, are you okay?”

Pushing him away harshly, you shoot daggers at your boyfriend. “What the hell was that? You nearly killed me!”

The brunette winces. “I didn’t mean to do it that fast…” His shoulder droops with panic when you narrow your sharp eyes, chest heaving with slight anger. “Or that hard.”

You step away, frantic arms shooing him. “I’m out, this is stupid.”

“No, wait!” Following after you, he reaches to grab your hand. “I’ll be gentle this time. Let’s just try again.”

A skeptical scowl paints your face before nodding along. Dimples shine back towards you as he happily leads you back to the large kitchen. Slow, Charles. I mean it. Beaming brightly at the screen, you playfully search for him before you catch a glimpse of your clumsy manchild through your peripheral vision. You foolishly flinch as he makes his way and comes to an unexpected halt. He groans and you wail.

“Why did you stop?”

“Why do you look scared?”

Letting out a dry laugh, you bring your hands to your hips, right leg extending out like a strict teacher. “I was doing my part.”

“If looking scared was what you were going for, then mission accomplished.” He rubs his lids. “Try to pretend that you like me. The whole point is to show people that we’re in love.”

“Am I supposed to act like I like you or all lovey dovey? Which one is it?” you bicker back, hair whipping your cheekbones. He rolls his eyes. Stop acting like that, it’s not cute. “It’s not cute,” you mock as you return to your original spot. “Do not fuck this up, Charles.”

“Fine,” he grunts. Repeating the same actions, this time around he manages to trip over his own two feet, landing with a loud splat. The sound of his skin hitting the marble floor has you rolling with laughter and gasping for air. This is great, you wheeze, eyes crinkled. “It’s because I mopped earlier, remember? One last time.”

The Monegaque readies himself like a quarterback, dark eyes drawn to you like a hungry lion. You almost want to laugh with how serious he’s taking all of this, but somehow hold back. Once again, he makes his way on cue, arms wrapping around you securely and taking you down with him this time.

Landing with a low umph, he holds onto you tightly, making sure to land on top of him safely as you yelp. Twisting up quickly, you bang a soft fist against his chest. “Dickhead! What are you doi- I’m not a fucking potatoe sack!”

The brunette manages to sit up, immediately going in to rub his head. Black spots blaze over his eyes. “I think I’m blind.” He pants, loopy eyes making a weak attempt to take in your delicate figure. “You still look like an angel, though.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.” You pause. “A-are you okay, baby?”

Brown locks bounce up lightly. With a heavy sigh, you help him up, leading him carefully towards the couch. Sore shoulders relax against the pillows. You bite down nervously on your thumb as you debate calling for help, given as how he hasn’t spoken much after the catastrophe. He hums. “I’m fine. Sit.”

“Oh, good,” you say, releasing out a breath of relief. As soon as he feels a dip next to him, he peeks one eye open, finding you with a pale face. A strong sense of protection takes over as he pushes your hair back, making sure to analyze everything about you. Why are you colorless? Did it hurt? Does anything hurt? We can go to the hospital to get you checked out. Actually, let's go.

He’s already grabbing your hand, flinging you to stand up when you let go. “I said I was okay. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You took it the hardest, I swear I heard the sound of a coconut crack.” A teasing smile slips onto your berry lips, closed fist gently knocking against his head. “Only making sure.”

“Ha-ha.” Bringing you towards his chest, you nuzzle your face sweetly. “I tripped again-”

“I know,” you giggle, though it comes out slightly muffled, and slightly demonic. But it makes him grin eagerly, hand flying to smack your ass. You jump, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckles. “This was an utter mess. How about we try again tomorrow?”

“How about we don’t?”

You pull away, hands pressing against his tall frame. “But I thought you wanted to do this…”

“I do, but you’re not ready.” A boyish wince strikes his face. “And I’m not going to force you.” You can’t help the swing your heart goes through with his sweet gesture. He continues. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this in the first place; I knew you weren’t ready and I still tried. I’m sorry.”

Guilt eats you up with his words. “I swear I want to do this for you. I can try again!” Slithering out of his tight grip, you cluelessly look for his phone. He chuckles at your cute pout of determination.

“But you’re not ready,” he states for the second time. “I’ll wait for you to be.”

The internet was a scary place - one you dread very much - but it’s true. You would have done this with him, even if you weren’t open to it. But the fact that he understood regardless…

Sheepishly marching your way over to the green eyed boy, you shoot a shy wink. “When I am…I’ll let you know?”

He grins, arms wide open as you find a home between them. “Of course.”

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Don't Go Insane

Neighbor!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✧Genre - Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll) ✧ Masterlist ✧

A/N: I have never ever written a fic in this format but it was the only was for my brain to process the idea😭This is a product of those fucking SINFUL photos that Chan took for Nylon Japan. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to get back into writing again so I might suck for a bit, sorry! Hope you enjoy! (not proofread)

You weren't expecting to actually like your new neighbor since your previous one was such a dick but when you meet Chan he's more than kind to you.

He always greets you in the hallway, helping you bring your bags up to your place when you get home from shopping and checks in on you when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days

You find yourself going out around the same time that he would usually get home from his morning workout just so you can talk to him. He's so sweet and charming and hot. Oh so hot.

He brings you food when he's made too much dinner to fit in his fridge which is code for he wanted an excuse to talk to you and gave you 50% of his meal just to see your face.

You invite him in to eat the first time that he brings you food and it quickly turns into spending Sunday nights eating together and laughing at his stories. It's your favorite day of the week now.

You drop by his place to ask if he needs anything from the store every time that you go now. He's memorized the pattern of your knock and jumps to his feet every time he hears it.

You're in line at the store one day when a magazine catches your eye. Is that…Chan!? You grab it, looking through with wide eyes before buying it and nearly forgetting about the rest of your items.

You don't tell him that you saw it. He never said what he did for work and yeah he's hot - Oh so hot - but you never thought that this would be his occupation and you defiantly didn't think that this is how you'd find out.

You flip through the magazine all night. Staring at his beautiful chocolate gaze and his perfectly blushed lips. How is he even real?

You may have also stared at his shirtless pics for an hour too long. No one has to know that though.

He brings over a new recipe that he tried this Sunday. Setting up your usual spot on the living room floor when his eyes land on a familiar photo on your side table. It's him. You bought his magazine? He tries to act normal about it but his red ears and blushed cheeks give him away.

You catch on when he glances at it for a second time and you internally body slam yourself for forgetting to put it away. You both eat quietly, blushing and trying to find the right thing to say next.

“I'm sorry about that.” You speak first and he glances up quickly, straightening himself up with a shy smile. “It's fine, I'm just embarrassed I guess.” He's shy about being hot?? Why does that make him hotter?

“Are you always the shy type?” Your question was genuine but your tone was suggestive, almost teasing. It creates a shift in his demeanor that makes you shiver. “Not always, no.”

You don't know how it happened. It's all a blur. One second he was talking to you, confident and sweet. He was telling you about the shoot for the magazine when he got to the topic of the shirtless photos. The air around you thickened and the words that started it all slid off your tongue.

“You look so good it could drive me insane.” You chuckled but his eyes darkened in response.

“Do you want me to?” His eyes are on yours, his gaze is heavy and intense. “What?” You drop your fork, swallowing hard. “Make you go insane?”

That's how you ended up with his lips on yours. He swallowed each and every strangled moan and replaced it with one of his own. His hands explored your body, fast yet cautious. A gentleman.

He pulls you into his lap, one of his large palms gripping your ass over your leggings and the other cupping your cheek to keep you still for him. He pulls you close, chest to chest. He's been waiting to feel you since the moment he first saw you. He feels like he's dreaming and he prays that he never wakes up.

His breathing picks up when you plant sloppy kisses along his jawline. Mind numbing groans and hisses falling from his lips. “You're gonna make me go insane, fuck.”

His lips feel like heaven against your skin. Soft and all-consuming. He leaves marks along your collar bones, sucking and flicking his tongue over the delicate skin. Your head is spinning as you take him in. This beautiful man that you've been dreaming of for months finally has his hands on you.

You grind against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses up into you. The way that he looks up at you with his lip caught between his teeth is intoxicating. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He smiles at your compliment, blinking a blush away and trying to keep his composure. “Took the words right outta my mouth.”

You pull back, sitting on the shaggy rug and frantically undressing. You're desperate, antsy, absolutely insatiable and Chan isn't too far behind but you could never tell by how composed he looks. How does he have that much self control?

He moves to sit on the couch and watches you as you strip. Taking in every beautiful inch of your body while he makes himself comfortable. You look up at him as he sits, man spreading at the edge of your couch and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock straining against his jeans.

Fucking sinful

"Crawl to me, baby. Come here." He beckons you with two fingers that you're dying to be acquainted with. The smile on his face while you follow his order is enough to make you explode already.

He leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you with such soft hunger. So much passion and desire. A promise, like his kiss is asking you to be his. You palm him softly over his jeans earning a soft moan from him. "You want it?” He leans back, resting against the back of your sofa, giving you full access to his zipper and button. “Go ahead, take it, princess."

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you free his cock and his eyes roll back when you fist it confidently. Pumping him at a deliciously slow place. You want to drag this out. You don't ever want this to end.

He puts his hand over yours once he gets fed up with your teasing. He loves how your hand feels around him but he needs more of you. He taps his leaking cock against your lips and you allow your spit to dribble down his shaft. "Stick that tongue out. There we go, baby. That's my girl. Look at that.”

He holds your hair back as you slide his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His fingers massage your scalp softly making you hum around him. He's a gentleman, a filthy one.

He couldn’t wait to switch places with you, falling to his knees so fluidly that you couldn’t help but to groan at the sight of him. His gaze never left yours. His eyes were constantly asking for permission to continue and you eagerly granted it every time.

He ate your pussy like a fucking starved man. Lick and sucking the expanse of your cunt like he’d never see you again. Your moans encouraged him as he lapped at you, he wanted - no, needed - you to cum on his tongue. It’s all that he’s been dreaming of for the last month.

He made you cum twice and had to hold back the urge to keep going. He’s definitely found his new favorite thing.

Nevermind, kissing you is his favorite thing. The way that you sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and biting his bottom lip drives him wild.

You’re seeing stars as soon as he slips into you. His strong arms on either side of your head as he hovers, kissing you softly as you adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re a dream come true, ya know that? I’ve dreamt of this, princess.” You can hardly reply once he fills you to the hilt but you try to anyway, moaning out as your vision blurs. “Wanted you so bad, Channie.”

That was enough to break him. He snapped his hips into you, giving you everything that you ever wanted, ever needed, from him. He fucks you deep, speeding up gradually just to hear you moan his name a little louder. He wants to be gentle with you but with a cunt that feels this amazing he can’t help but want to make you fall apart underneath him.

You always imagined being on top when you finally got to be with Chan but it looks like that’ll have to be another day. The way that his cock is splitting you open makes you feel like you might have to call out of work tomorrow.

“Look at me, babygirl. You liked seeing my pictures, huh? Did you touch this pretty cunt while looking at them?” You nod your head with such urgency that you’re positive that you look absolutely pathetic but Chan thinks that it’s cute, he’s in love with how fucked out you look drooling under him. “All you had to do was ask for the real thing.” He rolls his hips into you and your eyes roll back right after.

He holds both of your hands as he slows down a bit, he wants to make love to you. Wants to treat you like the precious gem that he knows that you are but your cunt keeps fucking squeezing around him. He curses under his breath as he tries to compose himself but it’s no use. He watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning when he sees just how perfectly your pussy is taking him. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re too much. Too good.”

Much to his surprise you cave before he does, chanting his name like a prayer while he rocks into you at the perfect angle. You feel dizzy as you unravel under him, nails digging into his strong arms and your legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel grounded.

The way that you look cumming on his cock drives him over the edge. He picks up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he’s chasing his. The overstimulation draws out your climax causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you harder than the last. “Yeah yeah yeah, oh fuck such a pretty girl cumming on my cock like that, that's it baby.” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying but he doesn’t care he’s so close so so so close.

You forced your eyes open when he pulled out, you needed to watch him stroke himself over the edge and cover your stomach in his cum. You need to take in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow while he moans for you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”

The giggles that you share after may be Chan’s new favorite part. He cleaned you up and wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your hair as you both talk about what just happened with smiles on your faces

“This is a bit backwards but uh, can I take you out? Maybe next weekend?” The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blush into his chest, nodding happily and answering with a muffled ‘yes’ that makes Chan chuckle. “Maybe afterward I can fuck the sense back into ya, since I drove you insane tonight.”

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