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zablife · 1 year

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Peaky Blinders Rec List

I've been thinking of doing this for some time to show my appreciation to those who have given me hours of entertainment with their stories, moodboards and GIFs. Recently I've seen a few posts asking if there are any writers left in the Peaky fandom. The short answer is YES!! The longer answer of just how many incredibly talented writers there are and their amazing work is listed below the cut. Go follow them, read their work and please comment and reblog! Happy reading and thank you to all these lovely people who share their work with us!

Updated 22/2/24

@peakyscillian Masterlist Incredible Tommy smut!

@inkwolvesandcoffee Masterlist The most creative Alfie content I've read with gorgeous moodboards.

@dandelionprints Masterlist Amazing new writer with fresh Tommy fics!

@buttercupsandboys Masterlist One of my new fave Alfie series!

@moral-terpitude Masterlist So much amazing Tommy content from one shots to series!!

@raincoffeeandfandoms Masterlist Lovely, creative fics for Alfie, Tommy and Luca. As well as the most inspiring moodboards.

@dreamlandcreations Masterlist Amazing Alfie writer and incredible moodboard creator.

@cillmequick Masterlist Amazing series for both Cillian and Tommy that will make you laugh and cry in equal measure.

@notyour-valentine Masterlist Thoughtfully crafted stories that will touch you deeply.

@pherelesytsia Masterlist Tommy fics written in the language of pure poetry. Soft, romantic and utterly beautiful.

@little-diable Masterlist One of the best Tommy Shelby smut writers I've read! Inventive and smart, not to mention devilishly clever!

@xxblackballoonxx Masterlist My fave John Shelby writer!!

@evita-shelby Masterlist Series writer with a strong heroine OC I adore.

@peakyswritings Masterlist A gold mine of Peaky content! One of my fave writers.

@flysafepapi Masterlist Creative genius, horror, vampire AU, so many incredible ideas here.

@shelbydelrey Masterlist Tommy fics with an edge. Mysterious, intriguiging, never dull and always accompanied by amazing moodboards.

@look-at-the-soul Masterlist Cillian and Tommy fics that are so heartfelt and emotional.

@noforkingclue Masterlist Writes the best dark!Tommy ever!

@garrison-girl-08 Masterlist Cillian and Tommy series that are so so addictive!!

@runnning-outof-time Masterlist Consistently amazing Tommy content! No one works harder, but makes it look so easy!

@murderousginger Masterlist One of the most creative writers who never runs out of good ideas. Truly awe inspiring.

@amysteryspot Masterlist Delicious, descriptive writing for Tommy and Alfie one shots and series.

@madame-wilsonn Masterlist A lady of impeccable taste who writes beautifully. Check out her Tommy, Alfie and Arthur fics!

@solomons-finest-rum Masterlist My fave Alfie writer of all time!! Captures his voice like no other.

@dearshelby Masterlist Versatile writer who delivers some of my fave dark fics, smut and angst. And she has a talent for making stunning moodboards.

@theshelbyclan Masterlist A wonderfully gifted writer who provides heartwarming Shelby family fics and the most amazing OC of all time Teddy Shelby!

@pacifymebby Masterlist Writes incredibly detailed headcanons and preferences for the Peaky men that are perfectly in character.

@red-riding-wood Masterlist Specializing in Luca Changretta fics with rich descriptions and compelling narratives.

@thesoldiersminute Gorgeous GIFs I can't stop staring at!

@midnightmagpiemama Masterlist Lovely combination of fluffy, smutty Tommy fics.

@peakyblinded Amazing GIFs and all around lovely person to chat with

@toms-cherry-trees Masterlist Some of the most gorgeous prose I've ever read for Tommy as well as a few other Peaky characters.

@sneakyblinders Masterlist Creator of two separate Tommy AUs that are so creative and immersive.

@anonymooseforever007 Masterlist Writes for many Peaky characters, specializing in humorous, witty dialogue.

@brummiereader Masterlist Amazing series writer for Tommy!

@callsign-shark Masterlist Mainly writes an incredible series for Arthur, but also one shots for Tommy.

@peakyltd Masterlist Lovely one shots for Tommy, Arthur and John along with the most gorgeous moodboards.

@everythingelseisextra masterlist Formerly @priceofasapphire. Writing under a new blog now with loads of wonderful content.

@darklydeliciousdesires Masterlist Series and one shots for Alfie and John. Incredible smut and fluff!

@rysko Masterlist New writer with amazing Luca content!

I am certain I have missed writers I admire so I will add to this list as I remember people. If I have missed you, I apologize!

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #zablife recommends

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delicatenightfury · 2 years

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"She's not that stupid."

2021 Month of Writing: Day 22

Pairing: Remy LeBeau x reader (X-men Evolution)

Prompt:

Word Count: 2,007

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Remy looked at Rogue in surprise.

“What?” he said.

“Don’t make me repeat it, swamp rat.”

Remy glanced out across the club. The team had decided on a night out, and Remy paid for exclusive seating at the local club that was known for its mixed crowds of humans and mutants. Y/N was sitting with several of the older X-men, chatting away as they sipped on their drinks. Remy watched as she laughed at something Piotr had said. Remy shook his head and looked back at Rogue.

“She doesn’t love me,” he said. “She’s not that stupid.”

Rogue scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“You say that like it’s impossible. Why?”

“Let’s be real here, cher, she can’t be with me.”

“Still not an explanation.”

“What do you want me to say, Rogue?”

“I want you to give me a legitimate reason.”

Remy rolled his eyes, narrowing them at her.

“I’m not good for her. I’m a Thief. I’ve lied, I’ve stolen, I’ve killed. I’m le diable blanc. The Assassins Guild and Bella Donna are still after me, the Thieves Guild is still hesitant about accepting me back. Sinister still wants to get his hands on me because of my powers. I’m a target anywhere I go, therefore anyone associated with me is also a target. So why, cher, would she want anything to do with me, when she could do so much better?”

He stood up and walked away from the bar. He gracefully wove through the crowd before coming to an empty table. He sat down with a sigh. His hands drifted into his pockets for a deck of cards, giving him something to occupy himself with to try and prevent his thoughts from running rampant.

Except it only made him think more.

His red and black eyes drifted toward where Y/N was sitting. She was smiling, listening to what the others were saying. Her drink hadn’t really been touched, but she was never much of a drinker to begin with. Nor really one for social gatherings. But evenings like this he knew she enjoyed. Sure she participated in conversation, but she also preferred to simply be in the company of the people closest to her.

When Remy had made the switch from being an Acolyte to an X-men, Y/N had been one of the first to truly accept him. Sure there was Rogue, but their relationship was rocky - to be fair, he did take her to New Orleans against her will. Y/N was closer to him in age and while they couldn’t be more different from one another, they could relate to each other on various levels. Being friends with her was easy. But being more… he couldn’t do that to her.

She looked away from the group to scan the club. She smiled when she saw some of the younger X-men dancing and having a good time. Her gaze continued around before landing on him. With Rogue’s previous words in mind, he noticed changes in her expression. Her smile and her eyes seemed to lift, becoming brighter when her eyes met his.

She tilted her head to the side, seemingly confused.

“You okay?” she mouthed.

Remy couldn’t help but return her small smile and nod. He could tell she didn’t quite believe him, but he also knew that she could read him better than most others.

Her gaze was suddenly pulled to the side. Remy watched as her eyes narrowed and her smile dropped. She said something to the others around her before standing up. She wove through the crowd quickly, obviously headed toward something. Remy tried to get a glimpse of what she had seen, but there were too many people to see clearly.

He stood up, quickly looking around for where she had gone. His eyes darted over to the back door, where he caught a glimpse of Y/N disappearing outside. Remy walked through the crowd as fast as he could. Before he reached the door, someone grabbed his arm. Remy turned quickly, ready to fend off the stranger, but relaxed when he saw Logan.

“Relax, bub,” he said.

Remy narrowed his eyes at his fellow X-man.

“You know something,” he said.

“She can handle herself.”

Remy pulled his arm away from Logan, but took a step closer to him so they were nearly chest to chest.

“Out of my way, homme.”

“She can handle herself, gumbo. Let it go.”

“Don’t mean that she has to.”

Remy shoved passed Logan and went for the back door. He pushed it open and stepped into the alley, looking around. He pulled out his bo staff when he noticed that things were unusually quiet.

Before he could call out for her, he heard faint voices. He quietly approached the end of the alley, closest to the street, but ducked behind a nearby dumpster.

“Do they know?” He recognized the voice as Y/N’s.

“I don’t know,” someone else, a woman, replied. “I didn’t say anything to anyone and I left right after the meeting.”

“And did you come straight here? Did you take their car, your car?”

“Give me some credit, Y/N. I went back to my place then called a cab.”

“Okay.” Y/N sighed. “We have to assume then that they know. They always seemed to be ahead of the game. Let’s just pop inside real quick to tell my team then we’ll go to the mansion.”

“Or you could send your friend to do that.”

“What?”

Remy cursed under his breath.

“You were followed by one of your teammates, but I can’t get into their mind for some reason.”

There was a pause before Remy heard footsteps approaching.

“Remy?” Knowing there was no turning back, Remy stepped into view, flashing Y/N a smile. “What are you doing out here?”

“Saw you slip out the back, cher,” he said. “Wanted to make sure everything was all right.”

“Everything is fine,” she said. She glanced back at the other woman, prompting Remy to briefly do the same. She was pretty, nearly platinum blond hair with pale skin. She didn’t seem much older than Y/N. Maybe a little younger. “This is my cousin, Emma. I’m taking her back to the mansion to talk with the Professor. Can you please do me a favor and let Logan know inside?”

It took Remy a moment to nod. He could tell she was getting a little fidgety, which he assumed was because of the conversation he had caught. He wanted to ask her more, but knew that this wasn’t the time.

“I’ll let him know,” he said. “Do you want someone to come with you?”

Y/N shook her head.

“We can handle ourselves. Thank you, Remy. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Remy watched as she ushered her cousin out of the alley. He stepped out just enough to watch them safely make it to her car and drive toward the mansion.

Remy leaned against the wall by the Professor’s office, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands. He had returned to the mansion shortly after Y/N had left the club. He wanted to talk to her, but she was still meeting with the professor and her cousin. They had been in the professor’s office for nearly an hour, potentially more since he had arrived at least fifteen minutes after they did. And given the fact that he couldn’t hear any talking, he assumed that the three were having a telepathic conversation.

Remy looked up when he suddenly heard the door open. He stood up a little straighter when he made eye contact with Y/N. He offered her a smile. She smiled back, though with a small sigh. She looked over her shoulder back into the room.

“Professor, would you be able to show Emma to her room for me?”

“Of course,” the professor said, rolling into view. “This way, Miss Frost.”

Remy watched Y/N and Emma exchange a brief hug before the blond followed the professor down the hall. Y/N motioned for Remy to step inside the professor’s office. He tucked his cards away and turned back to face Y/N as she shut the door. She looked at him.

“What do you want, Remy?” she asked.

“Is it wrong to want to check on mon ami?” he asked. “You left the club in a hurry.”

“My cousin needs help with a situation that I happen to have a lot of knowledge about.”

“What kind of situation?”

Y/N crossed her arms.

“Parts of my past are catching up. You know how it is.”

“What can I do to help?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t want you mixed up in this, Remy.”

“Why not? I could help.”

“This… the whole thing is extremely dangerous.”

“You brought this to the professor.”

“Because he needed to know.”

“And I don’t?”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“You know, you’re being really hypocritical.”

Remy was taken aback.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, Remy. Bella Donna showed up, you refused to tell me anything. The Thieves Guild is up to something, you try to leave without telling anyone. For god’s sake, Remy, Sinister tried capturing you and we didn’t find out until it was almost too late!”

“Because I didn’t want you involved in my problems, cher. I didn’t want you to get hurt!”

“Then you understand my reasoning now!” Remy roughly ran his hand through his hair, sitting down. He heard Y/N sigh and walk over to him. Gentle hands touched his face, causing him to look up at her. “I can’t lose you in this, Remy,” she said. “I don’t want to risk losing the people I love.”

There it was. That word, which made its second appearance of the night.

Love.

“Cher-”

“Whatever you say won’t change the way I feel, okay?” She sighed and lightly ran her fingers through his short hair. He was tempted to close his eyes and lean into her. “I love you, Remy LeBeau. I know you don’t want me associated with you because it’ll make me a target. But I have my own targets painted on my back. We both know the past doesn’t stay buried. This time, it’s my demons that are making themselves known.”

She went to pull away, but Remy couldn’t help himself. He gently grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving. They both knew she could break out of his light hold, but she didn’t. Y/N didn’t look at him for a minute. Remy tried to comfort her by gently running his fingers over her wrist. She smiled a little; it was a motion he did to calm her down.

“They’re called the Hellfire Club,” she said after a long moment. “They seek world domination through political and economic routes, and like to employ mutants to assist in their work. I was young when they approached me. I had discovered my powers not long before that and was finishing high school. I thought we were fighting for mutant justice. I was their White Bishop. But when I discovered their real plot, I had already been with them almost two years. I managed to get out and made my way here. Now they’ve approached my cousin Emma about being their White Queen.

“We’re both messed up, Remy. We both have done things we regret, demons that haunt us. But that’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To be the positive change we want to see? To make up for the hells we’ve helped to create?”

“Oui, cheri. That we are.” He sighed. “I want to help you, Y/N. I understand why you might not want me to, and I’m sorry that I’ve tried to do the same to you. I care about you too much for you to get hurt.”

He kissed her hand.

“Is Remy LeBeau admitting he has feelings?”

“You wound me, cher!” He smiled. “I’ve always cared.”

“It’s going to be dangerous,” she said.

“We’re X-men. This is what we do.”

#month of writing #writing prompt #gambit #remy lebeau #x-men #x-men evolution #remy Lebeau x reader #gambit x reader

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whump-card · 3 months

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Forged Divinity Chapter 14: Enjolras Shows Up

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, abuse, derogatory language

1640 words

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Hebrews 13:2

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.

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A stranger arrived on Donda Island.

She had to give up her sword at the checkpoint, but that didn’t make her nervous. She was perfectly capable without it. She walked past the Council building initially, making her way to the market and bending a few ears. She learned of the new Councilman, and of the friendly Iowan they’d brought. She learned of the settlement’s strife and anxiety, muttered between glances towards lingering guards. Heat. Starvation. The dead King to the west.

Only then did she approach the Council building.

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“One Enjolras de la Glavo is requesting to see the Council, Monsieur Phineas,” the guard called through the door.

“Enja? Diable!” Phineas cursed, shoving Leannan’s head out from between their bare legs. They sprang off the bed, snatching up their clothes and throwing them on.

“Hmm?” Leannan lazily propped his head up on one hand and kicked his legs in the air, watching Phineas scramble. He’d spent the majority of the last two days in Phineas’ room, whether or not they were there, hiding from the unsavory requests of the other Council members. When not there, he’d tagged along with Maeve, following her around like an eager puppy. He criss-crossed her path from task to task as he chatted about the weather – warmer every day. He folded linens next to her so sloppily that she had to refold them as he recited his favorite biblical tales. He made a vague effort with a feather duster while regaling her with market gossip. He overall made himself a useless nuisance. Maeve bore it well, even when his foolishness doubled her workload.

With Phineas, however, his work was skilled.

“Who’s Enja?” Leannan asked.

“Someone who deserves some trouble,” Phineas growled, “Get dressed, I want to show you off.”

~~~

The Council – minus Jeanette – took their seats in the three chairs on the stage of the Council Hall. Leannan stood primly off to the side and slightly back, observing the woman who stood before them.

She was tall, and had black hair cut bluntly across her forehead and hanging silky-straight down her back. Her skin was deeply tanned from the harsh sun, even though she held a broad-rimmed hat in her hands. Her eyes were bright, and small smile played at her lips as she watched the Council assemble.

“Enjolras de la Glavo,” Councilman Brochard intoned, “State your business.”

“I am here on three counts, sinjoroj.” Her voice was strong and pleasantly husky, and the honorific she used indicated that, like Phineas, she was from the southern deserts. “First, as a representative of La Libera, to dispute the claim that La Libera orchestrated King Gauthier’s death.”

Leannan’s face displayed benign curiosity, but his heart began to pick up the pace. La Libera. He viewed the woman with a new lens of suspicion.

“Who, if not them?” Brochard asked.

Enjolras tilted her head, her smile growing. “Let’s not play games, sinjoroj. How else would Phineas have gotten a seat on your Council?”

“I paid for my seat with the Iowan, actually,” Phineas cut in, jerking a thumb towards Leannan.

“Then who hired you to kill Gauthier?” Enjolras pressed.

“Someone claiming to a representative of La Libera, just like you. Maybe they weren’t!” Phineas shrugged.

“Or maybe,” something within Enjolras’ eyes and smile grew dangerous, “You had your own reasons?”

“I only kill when I’m hired to, or have to,” Phineas said flatly.

“Oh, Phinny,” Enjolras laughed, “We both know that’s not true.”

Phineas drummed their fingers on the arm of their chair. Leannan realized with surprise that this woman was actually getting under Phineas’ skin.

“You’ve made your dispute,” James said, “What else have you to say?”

“Second, I bring a warning,” her smile faded, “Kornval is now being run by the dead King’s militia, lead by a woman stylizing herself as Captain Fitzroy. They threw themselves at La Libera, and found themselves outmatched. Now, they may turn their sights eastward, towards you. Many of Kornval’s citizens fled north, and the militia can’t support itself. They’re hungry, and desperate. You should prepare your west-most settlements.”

Phineas leaned forward. “Why do you care? Why warn us?”

Enjolras’ small smile returned. “Because La Libera is prepared to assist you in defending your lands, in exchange,” her gaze shifted, “For the Iowan.”

The woman’s gaze bored into Leannan like the blazing sun. He felt his breath hitch and freeze in his chest. La Libera had wiped out Iowa city – all his teachers, the nuns and priests, as well as his people, his – not his family, Iowans didn’t have family, but his people nonetheless.

He was the last one left.

Clearly they wanted to finish the job.

Brochard and James started muttering to each other in French. Phineas’ head snapped around to glare at them for a moment before looking back at Enjolras.

“No,” they said firmly. Leannan felt a wash of relief. Phineas always looked out for him.

“Hold on!” James hissed, “We need to discuss this!”

“Yes, we must hear what Councilwoman Faverolle has to say on the matter,” added Brochard, bringing Jeanette up for the first time Leannan could recall.

“I think you’ll find,” Phineas said slowly, meaningfully, “That Jeanette will agree with me.”

Leannan could only see Brochard’s face from where he stood, as the man leaned forward to stare at Phineas, shocked; but from the shape of Phineas’ cheek he could tell they were smiling. James’ head swung back and forth between them like a confused chicken.

Enjolras interrupted the moment with a tsk tsk tsk. “Phinny, what have you done?” Her tone was affectionate, almost playful.

“What was your third order of business?” Phineas redirected, leaving Brochard and James to whisper to each other in confused French.

“A personal matter,” Enjolras’ smile sharpened again, “A merchant was found dead, south of here, with what appeared to be my calling card. I, however, was at Lake Ontario. Many people can vouch for my presence. You wouldn’t know anything about this dead merchant, would you Phineas?”

“Nope.” Phineas’ answer was short and blunt. Leannan kept his face schooled, despite his intrigue. It was obvious at this point that Phineas and Enjolras knew each other well – very well. What exactly was their relationship?

“Hmm. What a mystery.” Enjolras just kept staring at Phineas, calm and knowing.

“Since we need to discuss your offer,” Brochard spoke up, “Why don’t you stay the night here, as our honored guest.”

Enjolras offered a shallow bow. “I’d appreciate that, sinjoro.”

“You can have the Iowan for the night as well, since you’re so interested,” Phineas said. Leannan couldn’t help his reaction this time – his gaze shot to the side of Phineas’ head and his eyebrows twitched. This woman worked for an organization bent on wiping Iowans out – it couldn’t be safe for him to be alone with her. When he looked back at Enjolras he found her fiery, dangerous eyes on him once more. There was no way she missed his subtle demeanor.

“Thank you, Phineas,” she said slowly, her voice unreadable.

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“What the hell, Phineas!” Leannan hissed, doggedly following on Phineas’ heels as they strode back towards their room. “What if that woman kills me?”

“She won’t.”

“She works for La Libera, they’re Godless heathens, they want every Iowan dead!”

“She won’t hurt you.”

“How do you know? How do do you know her?”

“Will you quit your fucking whining?” Phineas rounded on him, drawing close, their voice sharp, “You’re going to see her tonight, and you’re going to be the perfect little whore, komprenas?”

Leannan glared up at them, and almost stomped his foot in frustration. “But what if she -”

Phineas slapped him, open-palmed, sending Leannan’s head snapping to the side.

“You will do as I say.”

“Yes, Phineas,” Leannan quickly responded, bowing his head. His cheek burned and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He shouldn’t have provoked Phineas’ temper.

Phineas grabbed Leannan’s hair, growling in his ear. “What are you?”

It took Leannan a second to recall, to connect the dots.

“I’m subhuman,” he said.

“And?” Phineas prompted.

“I’m disgusting,” Leannan delivered obediently, “I know my place.”

“Good,” Phineas shoved his head down and released him, “Be there.” With that, they stormed off.

Leannan stood, hunched and paralyzed, for a moment. Then he slowly straightened – and locked eyes with Maeve, standing just down the hall with a basket of linens in her arms.

They blinked at each other, Maeve’s face pinched.

“Are you…?” Maeve started.

“I’m fine!” Leannan cut her off with a bright smile. “I’m lucky to have a master who keeps me so honest.”

“I see,” she murmured.

Leannan nodded briskly and retreated back down the hallway, ducking into his room and closing the door, leaning against it with a gasp.

He burned with shame. It seized his stomach and twisted it up into knots, shoved his guts into his lungs, made his face feel hot even more than the slap did. Something about Maeve seeing that moment was… wrong. Phineas hadn’t done anything out of order, of course, so it had to be Leannan’s fault. He’d been talking back. He’d been whining. How embarrassing, for Maeve to see him so disobedient.

Something about that didn’t quite fit, but Leannan decided it was the reason anyway. He clasped his hands and lifted them to his lips, whispering desperately into them.

“Dear God. I’m really sorry for talking back to Phineas again. I’ll try to stop – I will stop, I promise, just please don’t – please don’t make the La Libera lady hurt me. Please. I know I’ve been bad but it was only because I was scared, okay? This place is, um, this place is a lot, Master James and Master Brochard are a lot, but – James can hurt me again, if the La Libera lady doesn’t. Okay? Please? Okay. Thank you. Amen.”

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wintersmutkingdom · 2 months

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Higuruma Hiromi x lectrice frustrée.

Higuruma Hiromi x angry you/femreader

I'm changing my approach for now ! Writing in French first and using google translate and hope for the best lmfao. I guess you can use my text to try and learn the language LOL.

18 +, MDNI

Tags : No drugs, but mention of the effects of drugs (lol), feeling like a snowflake under his presence. (you) Needing a listener, not a fucking talker. Cursing at him. Biting his lips. Your pleasure above all - that you take from him- robing sexes, pp in vagnaynay. Crempie. Clean up Creampie (it's a chance he morns for trying new things). Bareback.

Version française

Malgré qu'Hiromi parle avec des faits véridiques et vérifiables pour la majorité du temps, avoir une conversion avec lui sans recevoir des conseils non sollicités devient quelque chose de périlleux et irritant. Ce côté de lui non chalant et nourrissant intelectuellement par la multitudes de choses que tu apprends a bien evidement ses limites. Même avec sa belle gueule pour s'en sortir, aujourd'hui t'en avais marre. Ton besoin était son support physique ou ses mots empathiques.

Une conversation avec chat GPT était loin d'être ce que tu avais besoin, alors que ce que tu voulais étais un contact humain et sa chaleur qu'il sait uniquement te donner à toi, te rendant spécial et sourtout te permettant de te sentir comme la personne la plus spéciale à ces yeux, celle qu'il a choisi de daigner son attention, celle qui te permet de te sentir si adéquate et si privilégière. C'est seulement une simple phase tous ces ressenties qu'il te permet d'atteindre en ce moment. Cet effet de nouveauté qui te fais sécreté la noradrenaline doublé à ta dopamine avec un jet de sérotonine.

Hiromi, cet avocat du diable qui te fait littéralement l'effet d'une drogue sur ton corps en manque, en sevrage après quelques instants d'être à l'écart de lui, et ce désir d'en vouloir plus en atteignant uniquement cette satisfaction sporadique.

''Je me fou de tes arguments Hiromi, pourquoi tu me dis ça ? Dans quel but ? ''.

Décontenancé par tes propos et se rendant compte de son attitude de merde, tu vois la surprise dans ses yeux. La surprise des risques de perdre une belle soirée avec toi, alors que tu es si sublime dans ta robe épousant tous tes formes et courbes. Ces fabriques mettant en valeurs ta sensualité et ton élégence imbriqué dans tes façons de faire et d'agir. Tes yeux braqués sur ceux d'un cerf devant une voiture sur une route la nuit. Il se désiste de sa posture de Joe connaissant (Je-sais-tout). Et pour une raison qui t'échappe son regard s'assombris, amusé de te voir irritée pour une première fois.

Il se mord la lèvre, et ça t'enrage encore plus de voir le changement dans son attitude. ''Tu penses que tu fais quoi ?'' Et, trop tard, tu le vois avancer vers toi d'un pas séducteur. Il espère t'enjoliver aussi facilement ou quoi ?.

''J'aime quand tu te fâches, ton air si sérieux, ton regard percant, tous la tension dans ton corps. Je veux en sentir les conséquences''.

Woah, comment un homme peut sortir cette phrase et s'attendre à avoir une chance d'entrer en contact avec ton sexe ?! ''Esti, tu me niaises''. Et pourtant tu peux ressentir tes seins devenir percant au travers le tissus de soie qui te sépare de lui maintenant, et qui sont clairement remarquables. Une atmosphère électrisante s'installe, ce jeu -ou ce piège- tu tombes dedans en pleine face avec amusement et une pincée de déception à ton égard de te laisser embarquer dans sa puérilité.

Tu serres des dents, il remarque. Il met sa bouche et l'emboite dans la tienne comme le dernier morceau d'un casse-tête qu'on installe. Tu sens tes levres se détendre pour réciproquer ce baiser, mais pendant un bref instant avant de répliquer avec une férocité démesurée. Il perçoit ce signal pour te déchirer ton vêtement (dont tu viens de te procurer à un prix non négligeable).

''Tu mets de l'huile sur le feu, mon Tabarnak''. Tu agrippes ses vêtements, et tire sur sa cravatte qui se déserre de lui et qui le fait pencher vers l'avant d'un coup. Tu continues ta manoeuvre en arrachant les boutons de sa chemises d'un coup. Les boutons effectuant des ricochets sur le sol. Son regard suit leurs traces alors qu'ils s'éparpilent dans la pièces. Hiromi se redresse, une part estomaqué et d'autre part amusé par tes réactions. ''J'espère que tu ne fais que commencer [ton nom]''. Il t'empogne fermement, alors que tu commencais à croire que c'est toi qui allait le discipliner. Tiquée, tu le repousses et le pousse sur le mur. Tu lui mords la lèvre, lui volant un ''Aie'' bien souffrant. Tu lui fais dos, et laisse tes brettelles tombées, ce qui propulse ton vêtement sur le sol tout en glisant sur tes formes. Lui permettant une petite douceur après sa douleur méritée en baignant ses yeux sur ton corps somptueux.

Il s'approche de toi, défait sa ceinture et désippe ses pentalons. Tu t'installes assise sur le comptoir face à lui. ''Écarte tes jambes, ou je le fais pour toi''. ''Essaie pour voir mon maudit'', tu réponds du tac au tac sans perdre une seconde l'empognant par la cravate, essayant de le soumettre avec tes prunelles glaciales.

Il fait un demi sourire et penche vers tes lèvres, tu l'empogne fermement par la mâchoire et le tire plus sèchement vers toi. Tu sens son membre sur ton sexe chaud et mouillé. Tu prends fermement son membre à ta merci et bien fier. Tu commences à le chatouiller brièvement sur ta fleur. Puis, longtemps sur ton pollen. Tu t'amuses avec son membre, comme s'il n'était qu'un vulgère jouet sexuel sans plus. Tu oublies presque qu'un humain y est rattaché. Tu te touche les seins par ce fait même, rendant ton corps en extase, maximisant tes sensations avec satisfaction.

Ton souffles devient de plus en plus court et tu le cherches de plus en plus. Tu sens la tension montée avec chaque mouvement de bassin qu'Hiromi commence à faire pour mieux t'accompagner dans ta masturbation avec son engin. Tu le sens frotter sur ta petite perle, tu sens ses expirations chaudes et humides dans tes oreilles, ce qui te donne la chair de poule passant de ton coup à tes seins et sur ton bonbon sucré et fortement stimulé. Tu sens une pression se sublimer et se diffuser partout dans ton corps comme une vague caressant ton anatomie.

Sans lui daigner un regard, tu passes au chose sérieuse, tu veux te sentir rempli par lui. Tu approches tes hanches vers les siennes, entrant doucement son gland dans ton ouverture invitante. Tu sens ta porte se contracter sur son sexe fébril. Tu laisses sortir un doux gémissement d'anticipation pour la suite que tu t'imagines, laissant tomber ta tête vers l'arrière. Tu lui jettes un regard constant dans tes aises. Tu lui donnes 2 coups de chevilles sur ses fesses. Tes jambes sont recroquevillés sur le côté de son torse musclé. Tu serres fort de tes jambes pour ressentir ces reliefs sur ta peau et tu laisses un autre gémissement sortir de ta bouche. En effectuant ce mouvement, tu as sous-estimé la réaction de ton sexe se resserrer encore plus sur le sien. Tu sens que ce mouvement a aussi fait en sorte que tu as senti encore plus de sa longeur et de sa largeur en toi. Surprise par ton manque d'air, tu t'aggripes fortement sur ses épaules. Tu places tes ongles dans sa peau, lui soutirant un autre ''Aie'' bien mérité par sa langue sale.

Tu te resaissie en agrippant le creux de sa cravate vers ton cou. Tu respires son expiration humide, te permettant de sentir son haleine chaude et sa bonne hodeur te rendant encore plus excitée. Ce geste brusque lui fait un effet de vague en coup de bassin. Tu guides ses coups avec l'empognement que tu fais de sa cravate. ''Horimi, touche-moi''.

''Oui [ton nom]'', et touches ta bille avec son pouce, doucement de prime à bord et plus vigoureusement en prenant soin d'étendre ton miel juteux. Ses mouvements de va et vient ainsi que son touché ne te laisse pas bouche bée. Le son du jus de vos fruits interdits te fait ancrer davantage dans ta transe et fait presque jouir Hiromi s'extasiant à ta vue. Tu jouis sur son sexe sans crier gare, relachant ton liquide vénérée sur sa verge qui ne demandait que ça. Hiromi se relâche et tu sens son sperme te remplir, ça t'excite et tu te touches pour orgasmer encore avec ton engin déjà surstimulé. Ton dernier gémissement comme le cri d'une sirène.

Hiromi se retire rapidement, observant son sperme ressortir de ton entrée. Il se liche la lèvre pour retrouver ton expression exténuée. ''J'adore quand tu te fâches T/N''. Tu l'aggripes par les cheveux encore en train de retrouver ton souffle. Tu sens ton corps transpiré et sans parler tu lui descend la tête vis-à-vis ton sexe et tu le diriges dessus. ''Nettoies ma chatte souillée''. Il s'exécute sans réfléchir. Lichant tous les parties qui sont et auraient pu être tâchées de son encre. Tu observes son membre devenir dur et rigide. Tu le relève toujours avec ses cheveux en mains et lui nommes ''Oh bel énergumène, prêt à tout, même une deuxième expérience''.

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Although Hiromi speaks with true and verifiable facts the majority of the time, having a conversation with him with receiving unsolicited advice becomes something perilous and irritating. This side of him that is non-challenging and intellectually nourishing by the multitude of things you learn obviously has its limits. Even with his pretty face to get by, today you were fed up. Your need was his physical support and his sweet words.

A conversation with chat GPT was far from what you needed, when what you wanted was physical touch and his warmth that he only knows how to give to you. Making you special and above all allowing you to feel like the most special person in his eyes, the one he chose to deign his attention, the one who makes you feel so adequate and so privileged. It's just a simple phase of all these feelings that he allows you to reach at this moment. This novelty effect that makes you secrete noradrenaline coupled with your dopamine with a burst of serotonin.

Hiromi, this devil's advocate who literally has the effect of a drug on your body in withdrawal, in withdrawal after a few moments of being away from him, and this desire to want more by only reaching this sporadic satisfaction.

''I don't care about your arguments Hiromi, why are you telling me that? What purpose ?''.

Taken aback by your words and realizing his shitty attitude, you see the surprise in his eyes. The surprise of the risks of losing a beautiful evening with you, when you are so sublime in your dress hugging all your shapes and curves. These factories highlighting your sensuality and your elegance intertwined in your ways of doing and acting. Your eyes locked on those of a deer in front of a car on a road at night. He abandons his know-it-all attitude. And for some reason his gaze darkens, amused to see you irritated for the first time.

He bites his lip, and it angers you even more to see the change in his attitude. ''What do you think you're doing ?'' And, too late, you see him walk towards you with a seductive step. He hopes to beautify you that easily or what?

''I like when you get angry, you look so serious, your piercing gaze, all the tension in your body. I want to feel the consequences of my shit talk.”

Woah, how can a man say that sentence and expect to have a chance with you?! ''Fucking shit, you're kidding me''. And yet you can feel your nipples piercing through the silk that separates you from him now, and which are clearly remarkable. An electrifying atmosphere sets in, this game - or this trap - you fall right in, with all your the face with amusement and a pinch of disappointment in yourself for letting yourself get caught up in its childishness.

You grit your teeth, he notices. He places his mouth and fits it into yours like the last piece of a puzzle being put together. You feel your lips relax to reciprocate the kiss, but for a brief moment only before responding with excessive ferocity. He perceives this signal to tear off your clothing (which you have just obtained at a significant price).

''You add fuel to the fire, fuckface''. You grab his clothes, and pull on his tie which loosens from him and makes him lean forward suddenly. You continue your maneuver by tearing off the buttons of his shirts in one go. The buttons ricochet on the ground. His gaze follows their tracks as they scatter around the room. Hiromi sits up, partly stunned and partly amused by your reactions. ''I hope you're just getting started Y/N''. He grabs you firmly, while you were starting to believe that it was you who was going to discipline him. Annoyed, you push him away and push him against the wall. You bite his lip, stealing a very painful 'Ouch' from him. You turn your back to him, and let your straps fall, which propels your garment on the ground while sliding on your forms. Allowing him a little sweetness after his well deserved pain by bathing his eyes on your sumptuous body.

He approaches you, undoes his belt and unzips his pants. You sit on the counter in front of him. "Spread your legs, or I'll do it for you." “Try me dipshit”, you respond straight away without missing a beat, grabbing him by the tie, trying to subdue him with your icy eyes.

He gives a half smile and leans towards your lips, you grab him firmly by the jaw and pull him more sharply towards you. You feel his member on your hot and wet sex. You take his penis firmly at your mercy and very proudly so. You start tickling it briefly on your opening and then for a long time on your clit.

You play with his member, as if he were just a mere sex toy and nothing more. You almost forget his existence and touch your breasts in the process, making your body ecstatic, maximizing your sensations and touching yourself with satisfaction.

Your breaths become shorter and shorter and you seek him more and more. You feel the tension building with each pelvic movements that Hiromi begins to make to better accompany you in your masturbation with his member. You feel him rubbing on your little pearl, you feel his hot and wet exhales in your ears, which suddenly gives you goosebumps, moving to your breasts and to your strongly stimulated clitoris. You feel a pressure sublimate and spread throughout your body like a wave caressing your anatomy.

Without deigning to look at him, you get down to business, you want to feel filled by him. You approach your hips towards his, gently entering his acorn into your vagina. You feel the insides of your labias contract on his feverish sex. You let out a soft moan of anticipation for what you're imagining next, letting your head fall back. You glance at him constantly in your comfort. You give him 2 ankle kicks on his buttocks. Your legs are curled up at the side of his muscular torso. You squeeze your legs hard to feel these bumps on his skin and you let another moan escape your mouth. By making this movement, you underestimated the reaction of your vagina tightening even more on his dick. You feel that this movement also made you feel even more of its length and width within you. Surprised by your lack of air, you grab onto his shoulders tightly. You dig your nails into his skin, drawing another well-deserved 'Ouch' from his dirty mouth.

You pull yourself together, gripping the crook of his tie to your neck. You inhale his wet exhales, allowing yourself to smell his warm breath and his good smell making you even hornier. This sudden gesture gives him a pelvic wave effect. You guide his blows, his hips rocking your pu$$y, with the grip you make of his tie. ''Horimi, touch me'' you demand.

''Yes Y/N'', and touches your marble with his thumb, gently at first and more vigorously, taking care to spread your juicy honey. His back and forth movements as well as his touch don't leave you speechless. The sound of your bodily fluids makes you further anchored in your trance and almost makes Hiromi cum in ecstasy at the sight of you. You cum on his cock without warning, releasing your revered liquid on his penis which was just what he was asking for. Hiromi relaxes and you feel his sperm filling you, it excites you and you touch yourself to orgasm again with your already overstimulated coochie. Your last moan like a mermaid song.

Hiromi quickly pulls out, watching his cum leak out of your entrance. He licks his lip to find your exhausted expression. ''I love it when you get angry Y/N''. You grab him by the hair still trying to catch your breath. You feel your body sweating and without speaking you lower his head towards your pussy and direct him towards it. ''Cleanse my dirty pu$$y''. He does so without thinking. Licking all the parts that are and could have been stained with his ink. You watch as his member becomes hard and rigid. You still pick him up with his hair in your hands and call him ''Oh you sick freak, ready for anything, even a second round''.

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Hope Google translate enjoyed reading that lol.

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poetesse-verte · 3 months

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Burn lyrique

Leurs mots résonnent, en plein jour, en pleine nuit, Et depuis, il pleut des chats, sans que je rêve, sans répit. Avoir la haine pour personne, mais la haine contre tous, Quelle étrange sensation, dans cette bataille, ce courroux. J'ai usé tout mon papier, tout mon encre, À noircir les pages de ma vie si excentrique. Je crois que mes larmes sont devenues mes armes, Des balles de poésie, des bombes émotives. Il pleut des chats, des morceaux de moi s'éparpillent, Mon âme déjà donnée au Diable, aux abîmes qu'elle titille. Il me l'a rendue dans un carton minable, Décoré d'un post-it vide, comme une histoire indéchiffrable. Entre les lignes, des cris, des échos de souffrance, Je "burn", je brule, je "out", je sors. Le corps se tord dans une danse macabre, une sombre transe. Dans ce chaos, ma plume s'effiloche, mon cœur supplante. Il pleut des chats, des éclats de moi, Mais je m'élève, je renais de cet abîme, de cette trêve. Mon existence, c'est la résilience, un hurlement lyrique, une renaissance, une délivrance.

#mood #ecriture #writer #creative writing #creativity #poetry #french poetry #burnout

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danwhobrowses · 1 year

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One Piece Chapter 1065 - Initial Thoughts

And we are back from the break to jump into another chapter of the Vegapunk arc

Red is out in more theaters (I still haven't watched it though which is painstaking), and it's a round number chapter after a break which means something is going down.

Let's see what Oda has for us this week

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Cover page is a Red colorspread of the Straw Hats, Red Hair's 'Top Officers', Koby, Oven and Katakuri, with Uta in the middle

Zoro and Brook note their reason of staying to start with, since it's a Government island they are keeping their guard up and staying back to help bail the others out

Caribou is still on-ship, but he doesn't want to be dropped off on a Government island, even though they agreed to drop him off to the next island

Zoro isn't having his bargaining though, he thanks Caribou for helping Luffy (in a soft manner) and says bye

The Lab group marvel at the use of escalators

Seems that Vegapunk is powering everything by fire (fire being a key element of the story) but natural resources to burn are limited

Lilith is looking into options though, she would love to create her own Sun, not sure if literal or metaphorical

Lilith walks through an entire wall too, is it a hologram?

As Lilith talks to Edison, the Straw Hats also try to grasp this door, which returns to being solid when they go through it

Edison is now chatting with the group via comms

Nami back into burglar mind, it has been a while since she stole anything

Usopp gets a future kick for calling Nami 'either a child or an old hag'

Oh...Seraphim Jinbe

Since they've never seen a Seraphim they try to understand what's going on; actual Jinbe? Long lost son? Coincidence?

Franky though knows it's a Pacifista

The irony that Zoro - the only one of the group who has fought a Lunarian - isn't here to fight the Seraphim

Realising they've been lured into a trap ('tis a Government island after all) the group enter battle stations

Oh...Jinbe has Senor Pink's powers!?

Is it just replication or is Senor Pink dead? Because the Mihawk and Boa Seraphim didn't have fruit powers

Seems Seraphim Jinbe has the Star eyes

With Nami in its clutches, Sanji hits a Diable Jambe Vega Shoes and all

Giant Naked Kaiju Robin also comes out for some more Fishman Karate attacks

Seraphim Jinbe can use Fishman Karate too, so Usopp uses Skull Bombgrass to attack but again it keeps using the Swim Swim powers to escape

Now with Usopp in its clutches, Franky aims for a Radical Beam

Seems the Jinbe Seraphim is called 'S-Shark'

Of course Edison and Lilith are watching the battle unfold, had a feeling it was more of a test run for both the Straw Hats and the Seraphim

Naturally, Edison's design is unexpected, tiny little creature

Edison laments that the Seraphim hasn't been tested for lasers, it also causes Lilith to go a little more feral about the cost

Edison though runs off to have more ideas, leaving Pythagoras - also very robot looking - to collect the battle data

Still kinda hoping Edison's a fraud just because of historic reasons but he gets catto assistants so that's already unfair

We also see York, who is being the Punks' feeder it seems, hive mind and hive stomach I guess

Pythagoras notes how the lineage factor of the Seraphim adapts during the fight, but does that mean that S-Shark recognizes his crew? Or is there like a DNA cutoff point and this was before Jinbe met Luffy?

Also Pythagoras is tiny, he's just got an extra remote body

How can you use the bathroom you're a cue ball with arms??

York again seems to be the bodily needs one, thinned down to regular size and taking a nap

Shaka arrives to call off the Seraphim, and make sure his fellow Punks have had their fill (Lilith remains annoyed that there was not enough bloodshed)

I FUCKING CALLED IT! The Vega Shoes do have restrictive capabilities, since the Lab group are magnetically locked to the floor

I said it here just in case you missed it, since it only got one heart and no reblogs ;_;

Usopp's had it to here with all the people saying they're Vegapunk

"Do you think this island looks like the future?" ...Oh.

Even though Franky's fanning out, Shaka reveals that this is an island of the past

As Luffy's group discovers (Luffy carrying a pipe as his walking stick) with an overgrown mecha, the technology of Egghead isn't new

This is technology from an Ancient Kingdom 900 years ago: Void Century period

Of course Luffy sees something gigantic and wants to play with it XD

Welp, couple of Theory Confirmed moments here

JoyBoyTheories entertained the idea that Vegapunk was being targeted for death because he, like the ancient kingdom, was growing too advanced and the WG prefer to keep the best tech only for themselves, and it seems he was onto something there.

Also I'm still buzzed that my Dom Shoes theory was right like the immediate chapter after XD

We got to see the rest of the Punks too. Honestly, I feel weird about the fact that Oda made all the male Punks look like robots while the female Punks all look like humans (or at least humanoid in Atlas' case). It's not a bad design but it is unusual, at first I thought it was something like the earlier ones look more like robots but Lilith is 02 so that went quickly out of the window. We'll see how it goes though, Shaka does pose an imposing figure and York seems to be the black sheep somewhat - it seems like they use her to bypass other bodily needs and keep working, which would mean if CP0 kill her it'd probably be immediately noticed by the others. I dunno I think I'm still a little thrown that Edison and Pythagoras look like Eggman minions.

Caribou being let off the ship is probably unwise, he is a thief after all, plus it is the last slither of Carrot hope I have because it still pisses me off if we're leaving her ending like that.

Seraphim Jinbe using Senor Pink's Devil Fruit opens a new can of worms about who the World Government have at their disposal, is it really just Warlords? And are they replicating, homaging or using Devil Fruits? The fact that they sent a Jinbe Seraphim means there was definitely a play to not only see how the crew reacted to fighting a child version of their crewmate but to see if any lineage factor impulses have come to play.

The Laputa energy is not lost on me either, my favourite Ghibli movie is getting a lot of similarities in this arc, mainly revolving around the super advanced ancient civilization and near-indestructible mechas, plus we literally have a pirate gang and the government getting involved too, all we need is Franky to do a flex-off with someone.

Simply put Oda's left a lot on the board to sink our teeth into, but still never enough answers to them

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