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eternallyhyucks · 11 days

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your type | choi beomgyu (fluff, wc: 481)

— note: hi :D got super bored and have been real obsessed w beomgyu lately so here is this,, not proofread at all btw LOL

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“okay don’t look now but the guy across the room looks like exactly like your type”

slightly looking up, you see the prettiest boy you’d ever laid your eyes on. you turn your head to look at your friend, taehyun, and both of your eyes widen as you smile.

taehyun picks up his phone and starts typing up a message for you.

“you have to go talk to him, y/n”

you see your phone light up and pick it up while looking at him confused.

“oh my god i can’t do that” you type back

“why not”

“because i can’t😭 i never can it’s too embarassing”

“WHO CARES”

“ME”

taehyun puts his phone down and looks up, sighing.

“y/n please” he said shaking his head, “when will you get this chance again, he’s very much your type”

you think for a little bit before saying, “hmm fine let’s go.” you stand up and taehyun looks at you with a blank stare.

“come on before i change my mind”

the two of you stood up and slowly made your way towards the pretty boy and his (also pretty) friend. as you got closer, the boy turned his head to look over at you.

“fuck he’s looking at us” you whisper to taehyun

“yeah he’s looking at me because we’re friends” he said with a smirk.

you stopped walking. “what-”

“TAEHYUN” you were cut off by the two boys calling your friend’s name.

confused, you quickly walked to catch up to them. after quickly glaring at taehyun, you smile at the two other boys.

“hi i’m y/n, nice to meet you”

the second pretty boy spoke up first. “i’m yeonjun, this is beomgyu”

pursing his lips, the first pretty boy, who is now called beomgyu, says, “i can speak for myself, thank you very much, but yes i am pretty hi beomgyu- no i am beomgyu hi y/n”

taehyun rolls his eyes, “nice job beomgyu i think that was one”

“i tried” beomgyu laughs.

you smile brightly at him and say, “it was pretty corny but i probably wouldn’t have said anything better”

“oh did you come over to flirt with me?” he teases.

“well no-”

“she did” taehyun chimes in.

“i did NOT, he’s the one that told me i should come over in the first place” you shoot him yet another glare.

ignoring it again, he continues, “yeah and why did i say it? you think i should tell him?”

“tell me what” beomgyu said smiling.

“tell you nothing! hey you wanna get some pretzels, i saw they made fresh ones when we were walking in” you say changing the subject and starting to walk away.

beomgyu follows you, “tell me what, hey wait slow down TELL ME WHAT!!!”

taehyun and yeonjun, now sitting down next to each other, watch as the two of you walked out laughing.

“we’re good”

“too good”

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theemporium · 8 months

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hiii, i’d like to request a poly maxiel after danny’s crash in zandvoort - max has to finish the practice and focus on the gp so it’s only the reader that accompanies danny to the hospital and then to spain for his surgery, but max is obviously stressed because he can’t be with danny and you (even though they keep in touch through messages and facetimes) but as soon as he can, max joins his partners in spain and they celebrate max’s win a little to cheer danny up and take his mind off his injury maybe?

i’m not sure about the ending but something like this would be nice if you’re okay with writing this🙈 but it’s also totally understandable if you don’t want to write this! either way, thank you for hearing me out!😇

btw, i love your writing and i also love poly!f1 so this is a match made in heaven for me haha! thank you for sharing your amazing stories with us and i hope you’re feeling a lot better soon🫶

ahhh thank you thank you!! you're so sweet omg🥲also i didn't know how to end this either but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Max shouldn’t have felt so on edge when he was the one who insisted you go with Daniel.

He had been notified over the radio when the crash had happened. The second Daniel’s name was uttered, he felt his heart rate spike. He caught glimpses of the crash through the massive screens around the track but nobody was giving him details on how he was, what had happened, if he was going to be okay.

It wasn’t until he was back in the garage after the practice session that he started to mangle the details out of people. You had joined Daniel at the hospital, sending Max a quick update on what was going on and what happened. You told him you would send any updates on his condition.

He didn’t think he was able to take a proper breath until you and Daniel returned to the paddock, this time with a cast on the latter’s arm.

Max could see the conflict in your eyes, so he made the decision easier for you. He told you to go to Spain with Daniel, to be with him during the surgery and the recovery.

You had insisted that it was his home race, that you should stay with him to be there when he breaks the record. But Max had just smiled and told you that Monza would be where he would break the record, and you would be there for him.

Daniel needed you right now, more than he did.

So, you eventually gave in and took Max’s jet out to Spain to meet with the doctor who would be doing his surgery.

It wasn’t like he was totally cut off from you both. He had received a handful of messages—some of them updates, some of them just nonsense—in the group chat that had the three of you in it. Any time he wasn’t in the car or in front of a camera, he had one of you on facetime so he could be there for Daniel in some way too.

But it didn’t ease the tightness in his chest. He felt on edge, he felt off without the two of you by his side and he didn’t like it.

The race was more than chaotic enough to keep his mind off everything until he passed the checkered flag. The second he was climbing out that car behind the number one spot, his mind was on you and Daniel once again, his fingers itching to be close enough to hold the two of you again.

The second his duties for the race weekend were over, Max was catching the first flight out. He didn’t care about anything else. He just needed to be with the two of you again, even if it means skipping his own celebrations.

“Hey, stranger.”

The heaviness in his body left in seconds as soon as he stepped into the hospital room, seeing Daniel grinning on the bed with you sitting on a chair beside him. He rushed over before he could stop himself, being careful of Daniel’s arm as he pulled him into a hug.

“Are you okay?” His words were slightly muffled from where he had shoved his face against Daniel’s neck.

“I’m all good, I promise,” Daniel murmured.

Max then pulled away and instantly tugged you from your chair, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close like you were seconds away from disappearing. “And you?”

“I’m good too, baby,” you laughed softly as you hugged him tightly back, knowing very well that this was what he needed. “Congratulations, champion.”

“Nine in a row, huh?” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows. “Almost reminds me of that time—”

You lifted your head to shoot the boy a glare.

The Aussie grinned. “Never mind.”

Max laughed, something he didn’t like he had been able to do since both you and Daniel left Zandvoort. “I don’t care about the record,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “I’m just glad I’m with you both again.”

“Awww, our little softie,” you cooed as you jokingly reached to pinch his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed as he grabbed your hand before intertwining your fingers together. “Whatever, we can celebrate in here.”

Daniel raised his brows. “You smuggle a bottle in here?”

Max grinned. “There’s many ways to celebrate without champagne.”

“Absolutely not,” you snorted. “Not in a hospital room, guys. Have some decency.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Daniel grinned.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 2 years

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I saw you were asking for a request so I thought of something. What would the harbingers (Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Capitano, Arlecchino) do if someone hurt they're s/o to get information about them? Have a nice day btw :D

This this THIS! I’m a sucker for these kinds of things. It’s definitely a guilty pleasure of mine with these scenarios. Thank you for this, I had a lot of fun writing it!

Harbingers With Hurt S/O

Warnings: Violence, mentions/descriptions of torture and death, use of pet names, possibly OOC Capitano cause there’s literally little to no information about him, spoilers for Fatui Harbingers lore

Arlecchino

She doesn’t want to admit how badly her heart ached when she saw you walk in battered in wounds and bruises. Yet you still greeted her with a bright smile.

All she did was stare at you with a blank look on her face, wrapping her arms around you and giving you a kiss on the top of your head

You held a special place in her heart, so seeing you like this raised an unbelievable amount of worry and anger, but she wouldn’t let you see that

Her voice came out in a hushed whisper, swaying you back and forth slightly, “Tell me my beloved, what has happened to you?”

You’re hesitant, of course. You know how she can get, especially when it comes to you

But you especially know how she gets when you’re not upfront and honest with her

“Treasure Hoarders wanted information about the whereabouts of the delusion factory,” The moment the words leave your mouth, she brought you closer to her before letting go

Her face is stone cold, but you can practically feel the infuriation radiating off of her like a waterfall

It leaves you shaking a little bit, and you’re not even the one she’s livid at

She sends you to Dottore to get patched up, making sure to not-so-subtly threaten him to keep you safe and to not turn you into one of his experiments

She’s using these circumstances as a training exercise for some of her children in the House of the Hearth to gather information

Once she has the information she needs, you better believe she’s going absolutely batshit crazy

And I’m talking about leaving the Treasure Hoarders mangled bodies at other Treasure Hoarder camps to send a message

That message being that if they touch you again, she’ll make sure every single one of them will perish by her hands personally

Capitano

He’s not the type of man that pays attention to those that he deems weaker than him

He doesn’t find them worthy enough for his time

Yet when one of his Fatui subordinates delivered him the news that you’ve been captured and tortured by a group of Nabushi in Inazuma-

Well, he could make this one exception, couldn’t he?

He’ll seek to hunt them down himself

He wants them to understand the mistake they did for touching the only person he has deemed worthy for his endless time and attention

For every mark that was bestowed upon you, he will make sure he doubles it both in numbers and in pain

He won’t outright kill them, he wants to get back home to you as soon as possible

But we will leave them barely conscious

Surely the Rifthounds can take care of them. They gotta eat too after all.

He’s grinning the whole time he walks away

Hearing them scream for him to save them as the Rifthounds bite away at their flesh

For anyone else the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and blood curdling screams would be enough to show mercy

But to him it’s music to his ears

Maybe next time they would think twice before using you to get information

Dottore

He’s cackling to himself when he found out

The poor subordinates that informed him are quivering and praying to The Tsaritsa that they won’t feel his wrath

Cause this man is insane, but in that moment, that is the most insane he has ever been

Thankfully The Tsaritsa seemed to answer their prayers cause he dismisses them to bring you to him

Although one managed to climb up the list to be his next test subject when they declare that you’re being seen by a Sneznayan doctor so it “might not be a good time”

He snaps out a “I’ll treat them myself, your lucky my priority lies with them right now, otherwise I’d already have your flesh ripped away and replaced with metal”

He makes a mental note to do it later, for when you’re escorted in, he’s furtively seething

Littered in cuts and bruises, a deep cut slashed along your side, and lightning shaped scars surrounding it

He has a good idea who did it already, and why it was done

As he’s treating you, he’s tracing along the lightning scars, letting out a small hum

“My dear, tell me, what exactly happened.”

This man intimidates you from his voice alone, and you can’t even form the words to speak

Even though he knows, he wants to hear you say it, to just confirm that his anger is justified

Not that he cares on rather it is or isn’t, but his superiors certainly do

He can sense your timidness which makes him grin. He finds it so cute, but now is hardly the time to be having those thoughts

He reassures you that it’s okay, you can tell him. He’ll make it all go away. He’ll make them go away. Just tell him, he’s there for you.

And you do tell him in a hoarse voice, and he finds it pitiful.

Some Dancing Thunder Kairagi thinking that they’re entitled enough to put a hand on you, just because they believed you would tell them the Fatui’s plans

He doesn’t say anything after that, staying uncharacteristically quiet. Which is more daunting to you than if he were to spill out threats

He continues to treat you in silence. And once he’s done he’s escorting you back to your shared bedroom within the palace.

After, he’s having some of his subordinates fetch the ones that hurt you. When they are brought in, well, let the experiments commence

He’s certainly enjoying hearing them scream in agony as he tests out the effects of having multiple delusions. Hearing them beg, and plead for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He’s sure you did the same thing. Pleading them to just let you go. They didn’t stop till some Fatui Skirmisher’s stepped in, so why should he? But there wont be any Skirmisher’s saving them.

He’s making sure they suffer for a long, long time

Pantalone

“Oh, how pitiful” he states as he walks into Dottore’s lab

He’s been told that you’ve been sent there after having a— rough encounter, to put it lightly— with a few Shogunate soldiers

He saw the pure exhaustion on your face, and yet he still maintained a smile

“I can see you were determined to give it your all. But do not worry sweetheart, for I will fill in and give it my all for you.”

He won’t only hurt the Shogunate soldiers indirectly, oh no. He’ll hurt the whole Shogunate army.

Slowly, he would cut off their money supply through the Northland Bank (don’t ask how that works, I don’t know myself but for the sake of this, it works). I mean, you can’t do anything without the very thing that gives you the pathway to do anything in the first place, right?

He’ll watch from the shadows as the Shogunate army is scrambling for funds, and ultimately scrambling to regain power

It would take a meeting with Kujou Sara in order to settle things. His only request was that the Shogunate stays out of the Fatui’s business, and most importantly, stay away from you.

You know how I said he would hurt them indirectly? That’s because he’ll have others do it for him.

He’ll give some to Dottore as test subjects, and some to Arlecchino for target practice for the kids. He’s just as much of a supplier as he is a taker.

While everything is going on outside of your knowledge, he’s keeping you close to him. Holding you, walking you to and from work, and even allowing you to tag along with him on more PG related missions for lack of a better term

He’s a man of endless influence throughout Teyvat, and he will not hesitate to use it to rip apart the nations for you. Especially if they dared to touch you like they did.

Tartaglia

Definitely the most sane one when it comes to it, and that’s saying something

Especially since he’s the one that witnessed it first hand

As stated previously in another post, he’s already paranoid anytime you’re not around him since the Fatui have a lot of enemies

So when he went out looking for you since you took a tad bit longer to get groceries than it normally would, he found out that his paranoia was justified

Imagine his surprise when he found out that it’s not Treasure Hoarders or Hilichurls, no, it’s the Millelith of all people hurting you

“Well well, what did I just walk in on? Am I interrupting something?” He has a smile on his face but it doesn’t seem very happy

Perhaps that’s because his eyes are showing nothing but unadulterated hatred towards the group of men that think it was a good idea to beat you around for information on him and the Fatui

“If you wanted information you could have just came and ask me yourself, but instead you had to go out and dig yourselves your own grave. What a shame.”

He’ll instruct you to turn away, cause he’s pretty sure that what he’s about to do to them would traumatize you for life. He doesn’t want that for you.

When you do, this man is pulling out all the stops

Slicing and dicing, aiming and shooting, hydro and electro

He wants to watch them suffer, and he’s grinning like a mad man when he watches the life drain from their eyes

As much as he wanted to make them suffer more, he had to cut it short since he still had to prioritize you

He’s going to pick you up and carry you back home no matter how much you want to protest and insist that you’re okay

But this man is stubborn and he’s not having any of it.

He’s taking you home and cuddling you close, not letting you go even after you’re all cleaned up

His laid-back persona is broken as he apologizes to you, that he’s sorry that he put you in danger

Please reassure him that it’s not his fault and give him plenty of kisses

He’s not leaving your side for a LONG TIME

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin men #genshin men x reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #capitano x reader #arlecchino x reader #dottore x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin hurt/comfort #childe #pantalone #arlecchino #capitano #dottore

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ih34rt-alphatxuri · 3 months

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Read Your Diary

table of contents/pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: he needed to find a way to get inside of her, for ever and ever and ever.

warnings: obsessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, borderline stalking and an overall toxic dynamic with an oblivious Y/N, use of explicit language, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. I absolutely do not condone any form of emotional manipulation or toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and most definitely not a reflection of this person's real actions or personality.

message from A☆: Hey !! So recently I've been reading a lot of dark fics so I wanted to try and write one of my own. This fic has the same structure as Chewing Cotton Wool, and this (Read Your Diary) is one of my fav Måneskin songs, and I put A LOT of effort into it. Btw, I didn't use the whole song ! I only used the lyrics that I felt resonated with the storyline I wanted. (I fully went in and edited the smut part I AM SORRYYY) I hope you enjoy...

P.S, try and spot the song references throughout the fic !!

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear

He was just trying to be nice. That's what Y/N thought. She'd been working as Christian Horner's secretary for only a couple months now, and his star driver had quickly taken a liking to her. But who could blame him? She was young, a few years younger than him, and absolutely gorgeous. Max would send her a bouquet if her favorite flowers every single race weekend, and in the beginning she'd never take them. How did he know what her favorite flowers were? He had his ways...but she always refused them. Little did she know, Max was watching from down the hall, sometimes he'd shed a few tears over it. After what was probably the millionth time he'd left her flowers, she finally took them. She figured he was just trying to be nice, make her feel welcomed, that's what she kept telling herself. And in that moment it was like something snapped in Max's head: he had to have Y/N, and when he did he'd keep her forever and ever and ever.

Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheers

They were at a party after the race, she was getting absolutely shit-faced drunk. Y/N was wearing a short, sparkly party dress, the light catching every fleck of glitter as she moved. She danced the night away, downing drink after drink. That's when she bumped into Max, his glass of champagne pouring all over the front of her dress.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry schatje (little treasure)...let me help you." Max grabbed a napkin, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in closer to wipe her off. He knew this was a bit risky, but Y/N wasn't refusing his touch.

"Maxie...hi!" She giggled drunkenly leaning into his touch. This was perfect. Max tried his best to wipe her off, but her dress was still sticky with the fizzy fluid.

"Y/N, darling, you should get changed...your dress is in no condition to stay on your body." He smoothed her hair over with one hand, looking into her eyes as she spoke.

"No, im fine Maxie!" She whined. She clearly wasn't, and Max wasn't going to skip out on the chance to be her knight in shining armour; even if in reality he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones

"Oh, but Y/N, liefje (darling), you're too drunk to think straight." His tone had the slightest hint of mockery, but she was too drunk to tell.

"No, Max...I'm perfectly fine to be alone.'' She spoke between hiccups, trying not to stumble over herself as Max led her back to her room.

"No you're not, come on...let me take care of you." There was a certain darkness in his eyes as he spoke. As he led her into her hotel room he had an almost malicious smirk on his face. He didn't want to take advantage of her though, even if he was counting the hours until he could feel her bones beside him. All he wanted was a chance to get closer to her, to get inside her head.

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you

This was Max's chance. As she peacefully slept he got up and began to go through her things. Her suitcase, her clothes, her purse, everything he could find. That's when he found it: Y/N's diary. He flipped through the pages, taking photos, drowning himself in her words. He knew it was wrong to read her diary, but this was perfect. It was all her emotions, written out in front of him. This was the way, he thought, the way to get to her. Infect her with his love, rot her mind with his sugary sweet lies. He needed her in the palm of his hand.

Forever and ever and ever.

I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy

Reading her diary had been like dissecting her brain, he learned everything about her. What she liked, what he hated, the things that made her weak in the knees and swoon, and the things that turned her off. He knew just the way to have her at his will, have her wrapped around his finger. And that's exactly what was happening. After weeks of tedious yet discreet manipulation, he almost had her. Max was the one Y/N would go to first when she felt down, when she needed to get something off her chest, when she was excited about something. It was almost like he was her drug, little did she know it was all his fault. But she was too oblivious to realize it. Her friends tried to warn her, but it was no use. He was already getting to her, he'd already turned into her joy-pill.

Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you

This was wrong, so wrong. He knew it. But Max would go to the ends of the earth to even have a small taste of her. He sat quietly outside her apartment building, phone in hand. What a stupid, oblivious girl. She'd left the window wide open as she got changed, Max snapping pictures of her naked body without her knowledge. Once back in his own home, he pulled out his phone to flip through the pictures. Such a pretty, ignorant girl. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he looked at her body in each picture. Max could cry over her nudes, he needed her so badly. He grabbed a small bottle from him bedside drawer: a small travel-spray of Y/N's perfume. Max sprayed his pillow with it every night, craving her scent and body beside him. He decided to take a shower to get his mind off things, but now he practically tasted like her. There was no taking his mind off her now.

Forever and ever and ever

Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?

Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you

Max had been alone in the shower for about an hour now, jerking his cock to the thought of her. The smell of her perfume still lingered, the mental image of her naked body driving him insane. He needed to have her, he couldn't wait much longer. But he almost had her, she was just within reach. He came with a loud groan, his release coating his own hand. He could only imagine how much better his cock would feel elsewhere; in her hand, her mouth, her pussy...but he had to wait just a little longer.

So please, I'm begging To feel something new

It had been like a predator circling its oblivious prey; she had no clue he already had her in the palm of his hand. She was under the impression that this was what she wanted, this was all out of her own volition. But that was far from the truth. Max was behind it all, meticulously puppeteering her feelings. But she'd never know, he'd make sure of it. As she entered his apartment, the feeling of his hand on her lower back was sending chills through her body, Max smilled maliciously to himself. But he had to make her think she was the one in control, that this was her choice. They walked to his couch and both sat down, their bodies mere millimeters away from each other. He had already brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses for them. They sipped on their drinks and just talked, but behind his blue eyes he was waiting for the perfect window to strike. About 4 and a half glasses in, she'd scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder subconsciously. Now was the moment, thought Max. His hand slipped away to her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down and driving Y/N mad.

"Max..." she whined his name, it was like music to his ears.

"What, liefje (darling), what's wrong?" He had to hide his smirk, the slightest hint of mockery and possibly pity in his tone.

"Fuck...I think I need you..." She was too drunk to think before she spoke, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she yearned for some sort of friction.

"Aww...you need help darling?" He lifted her chin, pulling her in closer. All she could do was nod, letting him pull her in for a kiss.

One thing led to another, and they ended up in Max's bed. She'd practically been begging him to feel something new the whole way there, it's ironic how she thought she was the one in control. Max put her down onto the bed and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. He ran a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness.

"You're desperate me, huh schatje (little treasure)?" He brings his fingers up his mouth, licking them clean. All she could do was whine out a reply, she was desperate. With than Max knelt before her, leaving a trail of kisses up her thighs as Y/N squirmed with anticipation. The feeling of his tongue over her pussy, he ate her out like a man starved. Every moan that rolled off her tongue only riled him up more, he licked every inch of her center and sucked her clit like it was his last meal. As she begged him to let her come, her words caught in her throat with a squeal as he plunged two fingers into her entrance. She wanted to cry, it was all too much. "Aww, you wanna come liefje (darling)?" He smiled up at her and spoke in an almost mocking tone as he worked his fingers in and out of her and rubbed greedy circles on her puffy, overstimulated clit.

"Please, Maxie, please, please let me come...fuck!" She gasped out, her hands tangled in his hair.

"Since you asked so nicely, darling, I'll let you...come all over my fingers..." He sucked her clit and pumped his fingers even faster, pushing her over the edge. He came with a loud, straggled moan, her slick leaking out over Max's fingers and palm. He licked his fingers clean once again, then pulling himself back on top of her.

"You wanna taste yourself schatje (little treasure)? Hm?" He grabbed by the neck, with a rough gentleness, while taunting her with his patronizing tone. He kissed her roughly, Y/N whined at the taste of herself on his tongue and his hand gripping her neck, she needed more. Max was her drug, and she was too far into her addiction.

"Max I fucking need you...please." She reached up and pulled his face back down for another heated hiss.

"Anything for you, liefje (darling)." He smiled down at her, their foreheads touching. This was the moment Max had been waiting for for months, dreaming, fantasizing. He wouldn't wait another minute to make her his. So, he stripped himself of his clothing and Y/N removed whatever was left of hers. He cautiously got on top of her, like she was the most delicate creature on the planet, and aligned the hit tip with her hole. But he wanted to draw this out, so he slowly dragged the tip of his dick along her slit, rubbing it on her clit and then back down. Max could've died a happy man right there, his body hovering over hers as she begged for his cock and trembled.

"Please Max, stop teasing, I need it so fucking badly..." She said in a whiny, needy tone. Seconds later Max was pushing his cock into her, stretching her out as she moaned. He didn't waste a minute, not even allowing her to adjust. It's like a switch kicked off in him, he was feral. He thrust in and out of her at a fast, rough, yet delicious speed. Within minutes of him fucking her she was already a babbling mess.

"Aww, Y/N darling, already too fucked out to speak?" He mocked, deriving a little too much joy from seeing her at his will.

"Maxieee- fuck- 's too good...fucking fuck!" She moaned out, but Max was far from done yet. She felt her walls fluttering around him as his dick twitched, a tell-tale sign they were both gonna come.

"Need to come, liefje? Aww, I'm gonna fill you up so fuck- fucking good. Gonna claim this fucking pussy..." He groaned, feeling his climax reaching.

"Please, Maxie- fuck- need to come so bad, 's too much, fuck- please" She moaned out breathlessly, but she was already gone. The knot in her stomach had already snapped, spilling her slick all over Max's cock. He soon followed suit, his dick twitching inside her and the painting her walls with his come. He took a look down at where their bodies met, smiling maliciously down at the sight of the mix of his and her release leaking out on his cock. He then collapsed on to her with a loud groan, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her face.

"You're mine now...you get that? Or are you still too cockdrunk to understand me?" He spoke in an almost patronizing tone, running a had over her hair; all she could do was nod in her fucked out state. After catching his breath, Max got up and ran over to the bathroom. He came back minutes later, picking Y/N up from the bed. She whined into his neck.

"Come on, darling...gotta get you cleaned up..." With that, he dropped her down into the tub, and he practically worshiped her body. He ran his soapy hands over her whole body, washing off the sweat with the utmost caution. He used a washcloth to wipe the come off her sensitive center, she whined softly at times. But Max was extremely gentle, and when he got her out of the bath and sat her on the counter wrapped in a towel, he took a quick rinse. He then took them both back to the bed, giving her one of his t-shirts to sleep in. She drifted off peacefully in his arms, not knowing what she'd gotten herself into. Now Max had her, he was inside her head. He was going to keep it that way, forever and ever and ever.

#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #dark max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut

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inblurtub · 4 months

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all i want for christmas is you ft. ‘colormytree’ website

warning: platonic relationship!

in which you sent each drivers on the grid the ‘colormytree’ website url and asked for xmas messages. here are some of their responses:

max verstappen

named his puppy ornament ‘MAX’

“hey y/n, so how’s spain nd everything? just thought that i would text you a merry xmas gif later today:) too bad they do not have that option here. btw it’s lovely to know that i’m the first one to hang an ornament on your tree, did you text me first, if so i must say that i’m really honoured:) anyway merry christmas and happy new year, looking forward to see you in jan!!”

lando norris

named his santa claus-on-a-ski ‘doubtinglife’

“my twin flame✨🍀💥💐 ya must have miss me so much huh??? happy merry christmas to you and to little eilie too!!! i’ll back in monaco this thur, do you wanna catch up w me?”

“ps: ooops lo siento i forgot you are still in spain. pick a day and pay me a visit then, you owe me a fancy dinner!!!”

george russell

named his wrapped present with red ribbons ornament ‘gr’

“this is honestly kinda cute, really giving me your vibe mate. so uhm… for today only i will say nice things. merry chrismas y/n, i wish u all the best. let’s have a fearless life and maybe got urself a bf or a gf who will madly love you next year. nighty🌛”

charles leclerc

named his polar bear ‘🎄’

“hi y/n merry christmas, wanna take a guess on who am i? btw love this idea of yours, the tree is sooo beautiful and i love the doodles ornaments too, well i might make myself a tree later:) i’ll send you the link first! and i heard that you are in spain? stay safe while visiting barcelona, the guys their are a bit wild in my opinion😂 anw hoping to see u asap🫶🏻”

carlos sainz

named his kitten face ornament ‘hotsummernight’

“ciao ciao, merry xmas to you ms. silly disney princess. don’t need to write a whole paragraph here, do i? i have prepared a present for you, pls come over at 7pm for dinner! but hey i still need u to text me later, u know, for a confirmation:) have a g’day then, see you!!”

oscar piastri

named his orange ornaments ‘theawardshow’

"nice try from you to steal my attention. so how have you been? hope things don’t mess up with u. merry christmas and happy new year, i’m grateful to have you as my friend this year, you’re like a gift. and not the kind i’d return for store credit:) that’s it, enjoy urself and have fun.”

“yikes i hope that no one can read this thing but you, if this message got revealed to the others so there’s a good chance that i might quit racing next year, too embarrassing honestly.”

#formula one fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #fi x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #george russell x reader #formula one x you #max verstappen x you #charles leclerc x you #carlos sainz x you #lando norris x y/n #female reader #oscar piastri x you

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sunatooru · 2 months

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Hey i have a request, (￣∇￣)

Can i have a fic about kuroo finding out the reader is pregnant with his child when they are in high school/collage and they are not dating. Like his reaction when he tells her and what he does next.... (It's ok if you don't but please do I'm dying to read something like thisಥ‿ಥ)

Btw I love the way you write✍️

Helloo, I hope you like this x

Warnings: mentions pregnancy

You didn’t realise one night would change your whole life. A night of fun, of starting college, carelessness, and living in the moment is now shoving 2 red lines into you face as your sit in a campus toilet.

Do you tell him? Do you keep it? Should you just pretend it didn’t happen? All these questions race through your head and as much as your pinch yourself hoping it’s a dream, the red lines are still there.

You decided that you had to tell him. It took two people that night and it’ll take two people to come up with a decision.

You ready yourself before leaving the bathroom. Half hoping you wouldn’t see him and the other half just wanting to get it over with. And you see him, laughing with his group of friends with no stress. You get your phone out and message him. You needed to do it somewhere quiet

“Hey, do you mind seeing me for a bit? I’ll wait around the gates after classes.” You read it five times before hitting send, jamming your phone in your pocket in case he replies straight away.

You still hadn’t check your phone as you waited at the gates. He’ll come right? You chewed your lip in nervousness, slowly reaching into your pocket to check your phone. But just as you was you, hear his voice.

“Y/n, hey sorry I took so long.” He smiles at you. And that was all it took for your eyes to fill up with tears.

You grab his wrist and pull into a less crowded space, quickly wiping your tears as you build up the courage.

“You ok? Did something happen?” He looks worried, he really was a nice guy.

“Kuroo…I know we aren’t a couple and we had a night together and it probably meant nothing to you. I mean it wasn’t like we really knew each other but I just…I’m sorry I just need to let you know this..” you ramble and he furrows his brows trying to understand you.

“I realised I was a few days late but it happens some times so wasn’t too worried but I decided to check just in case… and… I’m pregnant.” You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for what he will say. Will he walk away? Will he take responsibility? Does he want it?

A few seconds pass and you still haven’t heard anything from him. You open your eyes and see his hands covering his face.

“Y/n..” he starts and you feel your tears coming back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I’ve put you in this position. I- I won’t let you go through this.” Oh so he doesn’t want it, you think to yourself.

“I won’t let you go through this alone. Yes, we’re aren’t in a relationship but honestly I like you, you’re so kind and smart and I want to make it work. For you and for the baby. If you want to keep it, that is. I’m here for you. I’ll be here for you. Whatever you decide, I’ll support. We can make it work.” You look at him in shock. Did he just say he’ll look after us? Was it really your choice?

“Kuroo, are you sure? We’re still in college, and I know that you’re studying super hard to get where you want. Won’t this be too much for you?” You needed to know.

“Y/n. This isn’t just your responsibility, it’s mine too. I know we’re in college and studying hard but that doesn’t mean I’ll leave you alone to deal with this. Even if we didn’t ask for this to happen, it has, and I’m going to make I’m there for you both.” He really was a nice guy.

He gives you a tight hug, rubbing your back as your sigh into his embrace. He walks you back to yours, telling you what he plans to do, including picking you up and spending more time with you. He reassures you that you and him will make it work and that he won’t give up no matter how tough it gets.

You smile to yourself. Even though you didn’t start off together, the soft kiss he leaves on your forehead tells you that you will grow together. As a family.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo scenarios #kuroo fanfic #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo angst #haikyuu fanfic

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writing-for-life · 8 months

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Nuance in (The Sandman) Fandom

Send me asks about everything Sandman-related!

I thought a lot over the past few days, partly prompted by discourse on here, partly due to a couple of “interesting” asks and messages I received (the type you don’t answer). I *think* they might have been prompted by engaging in discourse on topics like anti-blackness/racism, misogyny/sexism, TERF characters etc in The Sandman.

Fandoms are always getting super sensitive if someone shines a critical lens on their favourite works, authors and characters. So to make this clear (in case it isn’t already obvious from my brain-rot blog):

I love The Sandman. I love Neil Gaiman. I have an extremely soft spot for Dream (and Desire btw, who deserves a lot more character analysis than just being summed up as “villainous, sexy bitch”. One day, perhaps ;)).

I can read The Sandman and just get lost in the story, even after decades and many rereads.

But I can also view it through a critical lens—these things aren’t mutually exclusive.

Not critical enough or too critical?

As fans, we can get trapped in certain thinking patterns, like:

“My blorbo can do no wrong”-syndrome

“Characters with flaws are inherently problematic and imply authorial endorsement of those actions”

“Characterisation and problematic subtext are one and the same” (aka overanalysing and looking for problems where there are none is the death of every story, but failing to see problematic patterns where they are clearly visible is a problem, too).

Don't say anything bad about my favourite character

I think this doesn’t need much further exploration. It’s not my personal way of looking at stories through permanently rose-tinted glasses (I always feel it stalls my experience, but my experience is not everyone else's). Some people prefer that type of escapism, and I’m good with that (although the downside is of course that by not willing to engage with issues, we can unwillingly perpetuate them). Live and let live, ship and let sail. But please, for the love of god: Don’t insult people via their inboxes or messages just because their opinions and preferences don’t align with yours. I’m not going to sugarcoat it or phrase it “nicely”: It’s infantile (and a form of bullying btw), end of.

How can you even like a character who's so horrible? And that author must be equally horrible, too

We have to separate flawed characters, even those who are written to be really problematic, from real-life endorsement of these actions.

Author, narrator and character are three fundamentally different things, and don’t overlap as much as some people seem to think.

We can write vile, despicable characters to make a point (for me, Thessaly was always a prime example for this, and I explained why here). We probably hate them as we write them. I don’t know what else to say, but this facet of writing seems to get more and more lost on people, and it’s a worry. Crying for sanitised characterisation is one step away from censorship. We explore what is problematic about people and humanity through story. That’s how we process and learn. It’s nothing new, but it becomes impossible if we can’t write flawed and even disgusting characters.

Face value…

Since I’m mostly in The Sandman fandom, I often read that its ending is hopeless, and that’s supposedly the entire message.

It is agonisingly sad, yes. But is it truly hopeless? I personally see it as quite the opposite, but of course that’s my opinion, coloured by my life experiences.

I also get that show-only fans often haven’t read the comics, or at least not the whole arc. And as such, their outlook from what they’ve seen so far (and choose to focus on) has to be different by default. I also understand that many people are quite new to the comics, even if they have read them in their entirety. I’ve sat with them for 30 years, and I still find new things on every reread (and I read it more times than anyone should 🙈), and I still don’t feel like I’ve understood it all. Perhaps because I still haven’t fully understood myself (and it’s unlikely I ever will). If there’s one thing The Sandman isn’t, it’s one-dimensional and easy to grasp in its whole depth.

I just wrote a ginormous meta on it, if you’re interested, it’s here:

Subtext, (not so) glorious subtext

This is where it gets complicated:

We shouldn’t mix up characterisation and story subtext. Overanalysing every line to death will always make us find something that’s “problematic”, when it really isn’t in the wider context of the story.

Zooming in is NOT always a good thing. Sometimes, we actually need to zoom out.

But subtext *can be* (accidentally) problematic. Even in stories we love. And none of this negates what I previously wrote.

Stories have real-life implications of sorts, and we need to be able to talk about it. That’s where those slightly flabbergasting, hostile inbox messages come in, and I want to expand on that "topic of contention" a bit:

Neil himself confirmed that the Endless basically warp reality, and that this is why, after Dream’s failed relationship with Nada, many black women in his vicinity suffer terrible fates (Ruby and Carla in particular). And that this spell is only broken when he dies, and that it is the reason why Gwen doesn’t suffer the same fate. And said Gwen then gets used as a plot device to basically absolve Hob (who canonically really is a problematic character, whether show-only fans like it or not) from his slaver past. Once again, very clearly: No one is making this up. Neil confirmed it (for the comics, and that was over 20 years ago. It remains to be seen if his stance has changed as we move into that arc in the TV show).

I don't think it is correct to imply that Dream as a character is racist (I've read that, too) because he logically can’t be. He holds *all* the collective unconscious. He is also, strictly speaking, not white. He is everything and nothing, and he shows up in many different ethnicities throughout the whole arc, depending on who looks at him. But Neil played with a subtext here (reality warping due to a bad relationship which then affects everyone with similar physical traits) that will read very differently to a black person than it reads to a white person, and we have to understand why that is an *extremely* slippery slope.

Plus, we are supposed to see Hob, who *was* a racist at some point (you can’t not be if you’re a slave-trader—it’s impossible by default) as redeemed. And yes, he *does* regret deeply, good for him (and if I were saying this aloud, you would hear the sarcasm in my voice, because it is indeed all about him. We are to sympathise/empathise with him and his character growth while there isn’t much mention of the people he maltreated). But also: it was a black woman who basically forgave him (with dialogue that personally makes me cringe). And that black woman who offers forgiveness is not truly a black woman—she is a character written by a white man. And as much as author and character are not the same (see above), there is an inherent sensitivity in that power imbalance that we can't brush under the carpet.

I don’t think Neil is racist. Probably quite the opposite, and I can even see that his intentions were good from a storytelling point of view. BUT intention and impact are two fundamentally different things, and telling the story this way (comic version) betrays blindspots only white people have. Just like women have blindspots when they tell stories about men, and men have blindspots when they tell stories about women (and there are a few of those in The Sandman, too). And and and…

As storytellers, we can’t always speak from lived experience. It’s impossible. And that also means we occasionally make mistakes that look bad in hindsight, even if our intentions were good.

I guess the proof is in the pudding: What do we do when people who *have* that lived experience tell us it looks bad? If they inform us why it is hurtful, plays into old stereotypes etc?

Are we willing to listen and yield (both are the foundations of allyship btw), or are we insisting that our viewpoint as someone *without* lived experience is right? That lived experience extends to all lived experiences (sex/gender, sexual orientation, age...), and from all we’ve heard from Neil so far, it seems important to him to rewrite what he sees differently today. Whether they’ll always get it right for the show—we’ll see. At the moment, it looks a lot better than in the comics, and certain issues are already being handled with a lot more sensitivity, but a few problems remain.

Pushing back on criticism that comes from people with lived experience is problematic—I’d encourage us to think about what it looks like if a white majority in the fandom is basically saying that the opinions of POC are essentially “overreactions” (and yes, that happened).

It’s complicated. The Sandman was written in a different time, and I think we have to distinguish between things that weren’t really problematic at the time but have aged poorly (again, Thessaly springs to mind, and I have lived experience as a queer person during that time, so I can see it in context while at the same time acknowledging that I would make changes to bring it to the present day), and things that were always a problem due to blindspots. They were a problem in 1990, and if they don’t get changed, they are still a problem today.

This fandom is generally so much more open and nicer than others I know. But that doesn’t mean it’s infallible, because it’s full of humans.

Nuance is sorely needed, in both story interpretation and interaction between said humans.

#fandom discourse #fandom blindspots #sandman meta #sandman spoilers #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #nada #morpheus #sandman

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buckttommy · 10 days

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#big fan of them sending each other nudes and explicit messages throughout the day just to tease#so that by the time they call at night#at least one of them is ready to come#in my head it's buck who has been teasing all day#so that by the time he gets tommy on the phone tommy's voice has already gone low and tight and he's just like evan i stg#i am too old for these games. and buck is like who me? 😇#and he's like guess what i'm doing :)#but tommy can already hear him getting himself off#and he's like i'm killing you in my mind btw. but he's rock hard in his very nice work outfit

and i'm killing you in my mind.

what happens when they're alone please?

tommy is on him literally the moment he steps through the door. buck is in the kitchen heating up their dinner and tommy's like mmmh no food can wait i need to get off now or i'll literally die and buck is like "sounds like someone's excited :)" because he's an asshole at heart and tommy is like "well yeah i almost started jerking myself off in the car because i need it so bad, because all i can think about is how fucking good you sound when you've got three fingers in your ass and you're begging for my cock" and buck is like 😵‍💫 "yeah you know what on second thought, food CAN wait" and then he's dropping to his knees and giving his boyfriend the blowjob of a lifetime

#jack answers mail #tv: 911 #bucktommy

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fertilize-my-eggs · 11 months

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Getting some sugar from the king

A/N: this is other reupload, don't worry I'll be making three parts to this, I remember someone ask me for a sugar daddy shigaraki x reader soo I hope the smut in the next few days, btw this older tenko and he's gonna be season six soo not a skinny gamer boy. ( I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE LEAVE ME ALONE )

Warnings: ddlg + age gap + insecure reader + slightly antsy + little masturbation.

You sigh heavily, your face is covered in sweat as you begin to tear up a bit, you are on the floor curled into a ball… crap I can't pay rent for this apartment.

You feel stressed from college, having a job and still can't pay the rent. You pull your phone out and ask your friend for advice.

You: [ hey bestie… I need some advice for paying this rent and I… Idk what to do please help >n< ]

You click send and wait for a few minutes, you hear a bing from your phone and begin to read.

Number 1# bestie: [ Hoiii~!! Uhh I'm not sure bestie but you have to promise not to get mad? ]

You: [ mhmm why? If it's something crazy then I will murder you -_- ]

Number 1# bestie: [ pleaseeee bestie promise me >.< ]

You remove the sweat from your face as you begin to type.

You: [ alright… fine I promise now tell me. ]

They were typing, then pausing for a few seconds then typing again.

You let out a loud gasp as your eyes wided.

Number 1# bestie: [ okiee!! How about you find yourself a sugar daddy?? 0.0 I meant I've been a sugar baby for quite a while and I-... Been thinking they will help you out plus you need to relieve some stress girly… gets some d in you😏😜 ]

You cover your mouth, start to laugh.. Me as a sugar baby??? Would anyone give me money that easily? You begin to sigh long and heavily as your head taps the wall.

No one's gonna want a fat woman like me, you knew your best friend almost your whole life. You were more curvy while they were slim and petite. She could get anyone that fast and you weren't really interested in dating in the past but hey gotta get some quick buck to pay rent.

You: [.... Okay I'll try but it's just gonna paid rent… you play too much lmaoooo 💀💀 ]

You: [ soo uhh how do I get a sugar daddy? ]

You hear the bing again and see she's sent a link.

Number 1# bestie: [ this is where I find my men!! Goodluck on finding some men and good dick~!! >v<]

You: [ STOP YOU PLAY TOO MUCH!! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…. But thanks you bestie luv u😊💕 LMAOOOO ]

You see the laughing emojis and some spicy emojis along with it as you roll your eyes.

You click the link and it pops into a website as you begin to read, you get a little nervous but you need the cash fast..

After creating an account, you start to scroll, you see different men with different status and your eyes begin to wided.

How the hell do they get so much money??

You click on a profile that has very interesting photos and status.

Name: tenko shimura

Gender: male

Age: 45

Status: one billion

looking for a long term, someone to keep me company and unlock a player two to play with. (Looking for 20-45 women, close by)

He's really an interesting human being… Wait, is he a gamer?? You look at the photos of him as he is in some casual wear, sometimes even a shirtless pic or two… you can't help but get flustered, he's pretty athletic and has some scars on his-... Oh my god is that a cat???

You zoom in to see he has two cats and corgi.

Oh my god… I need to message him.

You begin to type a simple sweet message hopefully he'll be interested in me.

You slowly get up from the floor to get ready for a shower.

You check your phone to see if he messaged back and he did.

Tenko: [ Hello Y/n, thank you for the message. Do you want to meet up? ]

You thought about it and messaged back.

You: [ sure!! We're can meet up by that new coffee cafe shop I hear it's has cats and I've never went there =D tomorrow? I'm available. ]

You put the clothes on the counter of your small restroom as you begin to remove your clothing as you look at the message.

Tenko: [ sure wear something nice okay pretty? ]

You start to blush red, wear something nice.. I-.. Uhh I don't have anything fancy like a dress.

You: [ oh I-... I don't have an nice outfit tho. ]

There was little silence in your room until you heard the bing again and your eyes wided more.

Tenko: [ don't worry, we can go shopping after coffee ;) ]

Your cheeks feel like it's on fire and type back.

You: [ awww really? You don't have to… you're too sweet. ]

Tenko: [ shush, I gotta spoil my player two after all. ]

You felt more red and had a huge smile on your face… it's just a payment for rent that all.. As you message back.

You: [ *link* There the coffee shop meet at 8am goodnight tenko~!! ]

Tenko: [ goodnight player two hope you sleep well ;) ]

That wink emoji… I think he's just being playful, you sigh dreamily as you hop into the shower, taking a long shower to get ready for tomorrow.

You feel your belly getting warm and giggle softly.

You start to clean everything, shave your body parts.. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care, he seems very laid back and chill to talk to for 45 years old.

You wonder, he has very long hair, he probably wears it in a bun or ponytail then you feel your core getting heated.

You slowly have dirty thoughts going through your head as you dream of having a rich gamer have his way with you.

Your fingers slide down your wet body to rub your clit.

Imagine it's his finger and soft gentle voice whispering in your ear.

" you're so wet for me angel. " you pant softly, would he be gentle or rough with you.

Your finger speeds up faster and your other hand moves to your entrance.

"such a filthy whore, you love being played like this?" You nod your head fast into your own dirty fantasy.

You wonder if he can last long or have a big penis… I mean size doesn't matter to you but god hopefully he will be a great lover in bed and doesn't last like two seconds like older men do.

You quietly giggle, your high getting close as you slide two fingers inside.

" mhmm don't stop.. Tenko. " You mumble to yourself.

You finally reach your high when you rub your clit fast, imagine his body being close to you and smelling your sweet scent.

Your body twitches, shaking a bit as you sigh softly.

Fuck… yeah my friend right about one thing, I need to get laid fast.

You quickly get out, take a quick dry off your body then head to your bedroom.

can't wait for tomorrow you thought as you begin to sleep cozy in your soft queen size bed.

#older shiggy #sugar daddy shiggy #tomura x reader #minors dni #fanfic #shigaraki tomura #x reader #chubby reader #smut #mha #bnha

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notemaker · 8 months

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Guess Who has too much free time on their shoulders and finally decided to open up commissions! Rottmnt Flavoured.

Specifically, I'll be making doodles and sketches (+ light linearts) with some color thrown in between, but no large and complicated works. See below for more info! :]

I'll be receiving both art requests, which you can send through the ask box and won't cost you a thing, and art commissions—the main difference being that commissioned pieces will have little extra care and time (twinkle twinkle) put into them (twinkle twinkle).

In the case you can afford a small commission, I'd appreciate it! Every bit helps. However, if it's a headcanon you want to drop and flabbergast me with, Well, I'm not going to complain either.

Okay, so! Some base lines:

-I won't be accepting stuff that goes out of line by general overall standards, so if you have any doubts about what oversteps or doesn't, you can ask :)

-I do draw Turtle-sona's. They can be very fun, especially with how creative the designs can be.

-I do draw weird funky machines because weird funky machines are always on the table.

-I don't do complicated backgrounds (yet).

-I don't do overcomplicated perspective and dynamic posing, but I can do my damn best.

Very well then; if anything catches your fancy, send a message and we'll talk it out! Prices aren't extremely rigid, so as long as the drawing fits the effort, I'm open to discussing changes. And for the love of god, don't repost my stuff. That'd be—what's the opposite of nice—Not nice. Morally dubious. Questionably sensible. But more specifically, a prick move.

Okayokayokay, I work with Paypal, and bye for now!! (Btw, asks always brighten my day, so feel free to say hi :D)

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silverbladexyz · 1 year

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Feel free to ignore my ask if you end up getting overwhelmed with requests. I demand that you prioritize your health and wellbeing over anything else I request!

So, I’ve been in the mood for love triangles recently, particularly Soukoku x reader or Fyodor x reader x Dazai (cuz I love their competitive nature over things they mutually care about) however, let’s make the reader naive and oblivious to a lot of what goes on around them so whenever the two people from whichever threesome you pick to write are competing behind their back or even in front of the reader, they’re just like, “hey Dazai, isn’t the sunset super pretty today?” And if it’s not too much to ask, could we make the reader have epilepsy who gets embarrassed every time they have a seizure in public or end up causing trouble for other people with their disorder? (Message me if you need details on what it’s like if you don’t know) but like, I always see anxiety, depression, bad thoughts, and that kind of stuff, but not once have I come across an epileptic reader before so as someone with incurable epilepsy, it would be nice to read at least one

Again, don’t feel obligated to write this request if it’s too difficult or it makes you uncomfortable or especially if it takes a toll on you health. Stay healthy and take care of yourself!

Shadowww!! Welcome back, and ofc I'm perfectly happy to write this for you ^-^ This is Dazai and Chuuya with reader btw

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Threats, mentions of death, Soukoku being competitive idiots

Dazai and Chuuya in love with reader

-So I think that you would know them both back when Dazai was still in the Port Mafia, and still continued to keep in contact up to the present time

-You were just a normal civilian, however, you had somehow managed to befriend and even catch the eye of two particular hot men. And when they both figured out that the other had feelings for you, oh boy did the drama escalate x10

-Basically they would be bickering and throwing insults at each other a lot more, and sometimes it might even have ended up in Chuuya beating up Dazai if it weren’t for your intervention. It still doesn’t stop them from sending death glares at each other though, and anybody could literally feel the death vibes emitting from the both of them

-Even though they were both fighting over you, they had a mutual agreement to work together to protect you from any dangers. Many times you had survived countless incidents because of Dazai’s swift brain and Chuuya’s extraordinary ability to fight

-But what was so frustrating was your obliviousness and your naive personality. Dazai could be outright telling you that he loved you while Chuuya would bring you to all these fancy places as an indirect message of his feelings towards you, however, you had always brushed it off and thanked them, saying ‘you’re such a good friend’. Both are ready to shoot themselves if they get friendzoned one more time (lmao dw they won’t)

-However, the first time you had a seizure in a public place, both stopped their bickering at once. Dazai helped you to get into a position that wouldn’t put you at any risk of harming yourself, while Chuuya did call for medical help/got your medicines for you. They were confused on why you were embarrassed about your epilepsy, but when they learned the reason, nobody is going to get away with making fun of you, or even staring for a second too long in public

-If anyone dares to make fun of you or bully you for your epilepsy... don’t forget that there is an ex-mafia executive with his former partner who wouldn’t hesitate to do unspeakable things for you. That person would consider themselves lucky if they weren't already given a warning by a certain bandaged detective

-I feel like they would learn more about epilepsy and what to do, so that the next time you had a seizure, they would know what to do. It still doesn’t stop them from bickering on who gets to roll you into the recovery position though... but these bickers are normally very short because their number one priority is to help you

-Dazai would verbally cheer you up whenever you were feeling down, and Chuuya will buy you nice things and take you to beautiful places to help you feel better. Both are trying so hard to tell you how much they love you without directly saying it because of social anxiety actually it’s fear of rejection and losing to the other person

-However, there are a few moments where they both finally get along, and it is when they see you gazing at something with clear admiration in your eyes. Normally it’s the pretty sunset, and both finally shut up because they don’t want to ruin the moment for you. The air is finally peaceful for once

-But don’t think you’ll be in peace for too long. Some time or later, they’re both going to confess to you, and you’ll have to choose which one you’ll accept into your life romantically

-Or just reject both of them and slay as a single pringle 💅 slay with me bestie xD

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