#coco bates

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Kink List + Coco?

RULES: bold kinks that your oc likes to give/do, italicize kinks they like to receive/have done to them, use both if they enjoy giving and receiving

i knew she was kinky but damn

spanking | impact play | fisting | CNC | humiliation | public sex | free use | bdsm | orgasm control | edging | sex toys | object insertion | nipple play | pet play | objectification | figging | breath play | multiple partners | double penetration | double penetration in one hole | multiple penetration | gangbang | group sex | cuckolding (cuckolding someone) | sounding | photos & videos | enemas | medical play | virginity | lactation | CBT | watersports (curious but not sure she wants to actually try) | oviposition | size kink | sensory play| cockwarming | facefucking | age gap | pegging | prostate milking | cum play | age play | rimming | knife play | manhandling | praise | shibari | bondage | food play | body worship | breeding | pregnancy | feminization | degradation | flashing | voyeurism | exhibitionism | pain play | lingerie (wearing lingerie) | force & power struggle | anal play | mommy/daddy kink (calling Dom daddy) | branding | collars | glory hole (being in the hole)  | stripping (being the one stripping) | thigh riding (riding Dom’s thigh)  | overstimulation | temperature play | wax play | clit play | bath/shower sex

[radiobotecope]

Célia Martins & Assis Calixto (Coco Raízes de Arcoverde)

Rádio Boteco: Edição #72 Em mais uma edição de novembro, batemos um papo com dois grandes artistas da cena negra pernambucana. Unimos a simplicidade potente de Assis Calixto, do Coco Raízes de Arcoverde, que é patrimônio vivo do estado, e a voz contundente da poeta Célia Martins. Uma conversa sobre arte, negritude, política, machismo, e muito mais. Tudo regado a muita poesia com o ritmo…

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

How about a piece centered around Jaune wearing the sweater like in your header? Maybe a girl talking him shopping and having him try on different outfits, before “testing” them.

Jaune grimaced as he stood in the changing room stall, staring at the article of clothing laid out for him.

"Umm.....Coco....why am I here?" The fashionista rolled her eyes at the question. "Well, as you can see, you're here to model outfits that I pick out, and then I'll judge whether or not they're in season."

"I get that.....but why me?" "Oh," She said nonchalantly, holding a shirt up to her chest and inspecting it. "Because Velvet's been very jittery recently, and I don't wanna put too much stress on her. And besides...."

Hearing the door open, she turned to see Jaune standing in the doorway in a tight, form-fitting dress with an embarrassed expression.

"You look really good in Women's clothing! Right, Vel?" The rabbit faunus stood behind her team leader/friend, only nodded rapidly at her friend's question, eyes locked on Jaune. Instead of her usually straight brown hair being strewn about in a wild fashion, her mouth hung open as she panted heavily with each passing moment, and her face was bright red with blush covering every inch companied with thick beads of sweat.

Jaune stared at Velet with concern. To him, she appeared pretty sickly and needed rest. Coco reassured him she was fine, just a little under the weather. While the faunus girl tried to argue through strained breath that she was fine and just wanted to be alone for a while, but Coco wasn't having it and practically dragged her along. He doubted her claims but ultimately decided to go along with them, much like he did with his sister.

"I guess I see what you mean, " he said as he inspected himself in the changing room mirror. But Can we just get this over with? I'd hate it if someone saw me."

Coco rolled her eyes once more and chuckled. "Pretty sure no one would be surprised. You did wear a dress to the dance."

Jaune's face heated up, and a blush covered his face. " Hey! I...I... I made a promise, okay?" "yeah yeah...Just keep trying on clothes drama queen"

Time seemed to fly as Jaune tried on different outfits. Some of them were pretty tame, like a pair of slacks with a blouse or button-up shirt of some sort. Others were skirts or dresses of Coco's choosing. She also had him in a few more....risque choices such as a bikini or two, some and some questionable outfit choices.

Meanwhile, Velvet stood to the side, her chest heaving from her heavy pants. In truth, she was not alright. Like some animals, faunus have a period when their hormones go awol and need to breed. Unfortunately for Velvet, it was her time, and as a rabbit faunus, it was increased by ten. Making every touch, every smell, and every taste sends her into hormonal overdrive. She felt like she needed to breed every waking moment, and it took all her willpower to not give in and bend over for anyone. But watching Jaune trying on all these outfits was driving her wild. It didn't help that she had a little crush on the blondie after he dealt with Cardin.

'Any more of this torment, and I'll go crazy!' She thought. Racking her mind for any excuse to leave, she watched with bated breath as Jaune poked his head out again. A massive blush on his face.

"Hey...umm...Coco....I...I...I don't think this is a good fashion statement..."

Coco tapped her foot as she waited for him to emerge. "Arc....Seriously, I can't tell if you hide behind the door. Get out here."

"but...."

She sighed and shook her head. The poor boy was like Velvet in terms of how shy he was. Taking the initiative, she tore open the door and whistled at the sight. He stood in the changing stall with absolute horror. He wore a tight white body suit that had its core piece removed, leaving his chest and groin bare with only his arms and legs covered by the clothing. Atop his head,d he wore a pair of yellow bunny ears that flopped and wiggled as he rapidly covered his exposed body parts.

"Hmm...... There's a future in the underground dance scene. Nice abs, by the way, ~" Coco complimented before stepping away. Revealing his partially nude from the ever-growing torment of Velvet, whose eyes widened and her pupils dilated. "You can take it off now. I'll go find something else for you to try on. If you have any issues, just ask Vel for help."

With that, she left Jaune with the now visibly trembling Velvet. Looking at his trembling body, Jaune assumed she would scream from embarrassment, but she only stood there, watching him like a hawk. In the awkward two minutes, neither moved an inch until Velvet scowled and stepped forward. Causing Jaune to gulp as she descended upon him.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You Fucking Tease...." Velvet growled, staring at Jaune's blue eyes. Gone were the sweatpants she wore, leaving her white cotton panties covering her large bunny butt, which jumped high in the air and rippled from colliding with something below.

The blondie lay beneath her with his back on the cold floor of the changing room, pinned by the heavy body of Velvet. His arms were held above his head by Velvet's deceptively strong hands, preventing him from pushing her off. His legs were high in the air, while the faunus's wide child-birthing hips clashed with his own, creating loud slaps of flesh.

"V....V....Vel..." He panted with strained breath. The rabbit faunus was knocking the wind from his lungs with how hard and fast she bounced on his cock. Her warm and impossibly tight cunt constricted and squeezed his bomber with all its strength as she rode him. "P...P....Please...."

"Shut...the fuck....Up," She growled in response, "You've been teasing me this whole time, haven't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she slammed her hips down harder and harder. Ignoring Jaune's pained gasps and pleas. Her plump derriere rippled and clapped together as she brought her hips down onto his cock. She briefly stopped to grind side to side before bouncing once more. She eagerly crashed her lips into his in a lust-filled frenzy, moaning delightedly as she savored his taste before pulling away with a small bridge of saliva connecting their mouth until it was stretched thin. Velvet licked her lips as she stared at the overwhelmed blondie.

"OOOOOO~~~HHHH~~ YEEEEAAAAHHH~~~ That's the stuff" she moaned before diving back in.

Jaune groaned and moaned into the kiss before pulling away, only for Velvet to capture his lips once more. He didn't know why she was acting this way or how to calm her down, but his body quickly reacted to her sudden bravery. He could feel his mind slowly melting under the relentless assault and his cock spraying an endless supply of pre-cum from within the girl's snatch.

'I gotta get her to stop....' He thought, but with Velvet's tongue down his throat, her hands restraining him, and her body squishing against his, the task was easier said than done. thought half-lidded eyes, he saw a bright flash out his periphery, causing him to regain some cognizance and a horrifying realization dawn on him.

'The DoOR!'

Pulling himself free of Velvet's mouth, Jaune's eyes widened with horror when he saw the small cluster of women staring at him and Velvet. He saw some had their scroll out, recording them, while others only watched with shock and awe.

"Oh my...."

"Kids these days are so bold."

"Isn't that that Jaune kid from Goodwitch's?" "Holy shit it is! I didn't think he was a pervert!"

Jaune nearly fainted at the fact people were watching him being taken by a classmate, let alone a good friend. But the heavy slaps of Velvet's ass on his exposed testicles prevented it.

"OH Wow, look at the size of those things!"

"They're massive!"

"I wonder what his cock looks like?"

JAune wanted to cry at his situation, but his rapidly approaching climax was the only thing on his mind.

"V..Velvet...I..I..." "Do it.....Deep inside me!!!" Velvet cried. Releasing his hands, only to grab hold of his legs for support.

"Is he really gonna?!"

"I don't think..."

"Fuck this is so hot~"

"Where's the manager!?"

Jaune felt his vision become spotty as his cock erupted inside Velvet's core, flooding the narrow canal in waves of pearly white fluid. Velvet felt her own climax wash over her, but that did little to stop her rapid and feral bouncing. she moaned and howled as Jaune's cum mixed with her own, eventually leaking from her entrance and pooling on Jaune's groin and the floor below.

"That's alot of cum!"

"Holy shit!"

"And she's still going?!"

"What a pair of animals!"

As she bounced, Jaune felt his cock slipping in and out of her cunt. Her already tight walls now felt as if they were trying to castrate him with how hard they squeezed around him. Despite how much she clung to him, his cock slipped free of its fleshy prison. The cold air stung the sensitive tip as it continued to launch semen.

"He's still going!?"

"How's that possible?!"

"Look at the size of it!"

"How did it fit inside her!?"]

"Screw that; how is he still so hard?!"

Realizing her pussy felt empty, Velvet stopped bouncing and growled when she saw Jaune's cock outside of her. Letting go of his right leg, she quickly began positioning herself to re-take Jaune's still hard cock into her once more. Much to Jaune's discomfort.

"Velvet....w...wait!"

"Fuck that! You're gonna fill with your spunk until I'm god damn satisfied! You hear me, you tease!"

She grabbed his cock and pushed it back inside her, then she started thrusting hard into his hips using his left, which she still had a grip on for support. In turn forcing Jaune to face the crowd that accumulated outside the changing booth.

"V....VELVET! WE'RE BEING WATCHED!"

"SO!!!??? FUCK THEM?! IF THEY WANT A TURN, THEY HAVE TO FUCKING WAIT!"

"Oh fuck this. I need it now!"

"Hey! I was here first"

"Fuck his mouth feels so good!"

"You're married, you old hag; he's close to my age!"

"Well, I'm his Classmate!"

Jaune could only watch in fear as his view was blocked by one of the bystanders shoving their own dripping wet cunt into his face. He could feel his other parts getting used by the horny women but couldn't fight back as they restrained him with their bodies. He could feel someone ripping his cock out of Velvet, only to be replaced with something else that was warm and wet. He could feel himself losing conciseness from the pleasure assault. Throughout it all, he couldn't help but wonder where Coco had gone?

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Coco hummed as she sorted through the clothes rack, ignoring the commotion in the changing rooms. She knew Velvet was going into heat and that she was too damn friendly and shy to find a mate. So, being her good friend, she convinces her crush, Jaune, to come to Vale under the guise of helping her since Velvet is feeling well. She may have been too pushy with some of her chosen outfits, but she can't argue with the results. However, all the noise will surely attract the owner/manager, which won't be too much of a problem for several reasons. One, She and Coco were on great terms; two, she was a rabbit faunus herself; and three, Coc knew she was looking for a mate, but a one-night stand (or day in this case) wouldn't hurt. She only had to think of what to tell Nikos if she asked about him.

"Ehh...We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she shrugged before something caught her eye. "Ooooohhh, this top is too cute!"

"WAIT....I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!"

Coco shook her head. "welp...guess we'll have to pick out baby clothes soon."

[tecontos]

Realizei o desejo dele na quinta feira passada (16-01-2025)

By; Debora

Oi eu sou a Débora uma 50tona gostosa e bonita, Já faz tempo que meu marido me pede para dar um belo par de chifre para ele e eu sempre me controlando por não achar certo isso, más como diz o ditado “Agua mole em pedra dura, tanto bate até que fura” a ideia e o desejo começou a me pegar também e por várias vezes quando vamos fazer sexo penso em outro me comendo ou me chupando, e se falo isso pra ele, fica evidente o tesão que ele tem disso e continua me incentivando pra acontecer de verdade.

Na quinta-feira passada ele me convidou para irmos até uma casa de danças em SP. Onde já havíamos ido a muito tempo atrás, o Zais, sabendo que iríamos lá eu me arrumei bem do jeito que o marido gosta bem putinha pra todos desejarem, coloquei uma calça branca bem colada, um fio dental no rabo e uma blusinha com um grande decote nas costas e tbm na frente onde os peitos ficavam parcialmente a mostra e o mais importante sem sutiã, se eu me abaixasse só um pouco já dava pra ver até os biquinhos.

Chegamos e começamos a beber um pouco de vodka com agua de coco, e na segunda dose eu já começo a me soltar e dançar sozinha em frente a mesa, o corno de proposito dá várias saídas dizendo que vai no banheiro ou fumar, então eu vi um moreno alto e muito bonito bem próximo e quando ele me olhou eu abri um belo sorriso quase chamando e ele entendeu, veio e me tirou para dançar coisa que eu adoro fazer é dançar um samba, foi super gostoso ele dançava muito, más sempre tirando uma casquinha e esfregando nos meus peitos e a mão na bunda era inevitável, sei que só de erguer o braço pra dançar ele via meus biquinhos do peito e notei ele olhando muitas vezes, e vou dizer se vc nunca se vestiu assim é só tentar dá um tesão danado.

Assim que terminou a sessão de samba ficamos conversando um pouco ali mesmo e nos apresentamos, o seu nome é Sergio, papo vai, papo vem e eu olhei e vi o meu marido corno nos olhando, logo começou um sertanejo romântico e voltamos a dançar, aí é que a coisa começou a ficar boa, os rostos colados e ele começou a me dar uns apertos que me deixava louca, ele começou a discretamente passar a mão em meus peitos e eu me lembrei das coisas que meu marido falava pra não ser fresca e então deixei acontecer como tinha que ser.

Aproveitei que estávamos de rosto colado e dei um beijinho em seu pescoço e ele sem perder tempo me agarrou gostoso e me deu um delicioso beijo enfiando a língua na minha boca, ali na frente de todos, eu fiquei até mole ele me engolia literalmente cheguei a perder o rumo com aquele beijo delicioso até me esqueci que era casada, ainda dançando senti um volume que crescia e nem pensei, passei a mão sendo bem discreta, senti um pau bem grande, aquilo foi ficando gostoso quente e perigoso, os meus pensamentos viajavam e eu estava realmente desejando aquele homem que continuava a me bolinar, ele conseguia enfiar a mão por trás na minha calça e dizia que minha bunda era deliciosa.

Ao final da seleção de músicas fomos para a mesa de mãos dadas e o meu marido estava lá sentado, foi quando eu os apresentei, o Sérgio ficou assustado em saber que eu era casada e aquele era o meu marido, más eu não soltei a mão dele e me sentei ali na frente e bem colada no meu novo paquera e logo de cara e na frente do marido dei um longo beijo no Sérgio, então eu falei;

- “corno vá fumar”

E o meu marido sem falar nada se levantou e foi fumar, continuamos nos beijando e esfregando como podia, e então na conversa ele me pediu para irmos para um local mais tranquilo, eu peguei o meu celular e passei um watsaap para o corno do marido e informei que estava saindo com o Sérgio.

Fomos até o carro dele onde começamos a nos beijar e as passadas de mão eram por todo o corpo, seguimos até um motel ali próximo, quando chegamos ele me beijava, apertava e parecíamos dois loucos por sexo e amor se descobrindo, estava tudo muito bom, eu só assustei um pouco com o tamanho do pau dele que era muito maior que o do meu marido, bem grosso e grande, quase não cabia em minha boca, fizemos sexo algumas vezes com várias posições ele me pegava em várias posições eu estava totalmente entregue e dominada, foi tudo absurdamente gostoso e eu gozei 4 vezes, sendo duas com ele chupando e alisando minha boceta e duas com a rola toda atolada dentro de mim, a melhor mesmo foi eu sentada cavalgando naquela rola deliciosa e inesquecível.

Após isso tudo liguei para o marido e retornei lá para o Zais que já estava terminando, e ali na rua em frente que eu saí do carro do Sérgio e fui para o carro do meu marido corno e feliz, o sorriso dele estava de orelha a orelha e o meu também, fomos conversando e seguimos para o mesmo Motel, lá eu passei a contar tudo o que havia feito com o Sérgio em detalhes e passamos a noite fodendo e ele me chupando muito dizendo que estava sentindo o gosto do outro e que me amava a cada dia mais e estava muito feliz com tudo o que estava acontecendo.

E o momento que ele mais gostou e ficou ainda mais feliz ainda foi quando eu disse que queria uma noite completa com ele e o Sérgio juntos e os dois me comendo e fodendo muito a noite toda ou quem sabe um final de semana em uma casa alugada na praia, meu marido corno disse, deixa que eu arrumo uma casa e pago tudo só pra te ver feliz e gozando muito.

Acho que eu tenho um marido maravilhoso.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Debora

[menofchaos]

Coco

Note: Helloooo ya girl is back with another Cocoxreader story. I still have museum!reader in the works too! Sexy mentions, could be a part 2 if you guys are interested! I can't remember where this pic is from but credit to the photog and Richard Cabral for that face!

Ma you up?

She always despised those texts. They always made her feel a little cheap, especially coming from men who only seemed to text after dark when the clock hit double digits. Men who didn’t care if she finished, they were just sick of their hand again. Men who wouldn’t give her a second glance in the daylight but blew up her phone for another chance. Her women hook ups were usually more fulfilling, not leaving her feeling as empty when they went home.

Until him.

She met him at a casino with her friends, his friends and hers pairing off after a while of their groups mingling. His intense gaze, crooked smile and overabundance of tattoos caught her attention immediately. He looked her in the eye, not the chest, he paid for the entire night without so much as a frown and his laugh was contagious. The leather he and his friends wore was a red flag in itself but one night wouldn’t hurt.

Then he took her to his room.

She wasn’t sure what it was about him but as soon as he slid inside her, intense gaze locked on hers, she felt a shift. With each thrust, she became more and more addicted to the delicious feelings he pulled from her. He became addicted to her reactions, smirking as he played her body over and over all night.

She remembered watching him gently clean her up through the smoke of a cigarette he lit for her, her legs twitching at his touch. His eyes darkened and the wash cloth lay abandoned next to the bed as they started yet another round. Nobody saw her for two days, her friends mercilessly teasing her on the drive home.

But he didn’t call.

She waited a couple days, glancing over at her phone and tapping the screen in hopes to see his name on one of the notifications. She texted her group chat of girlfriends, who reassured her that he had looked at her as intensely as she thought. Then finally one night, her phone lit up with a text.

Hola it’s Coco. Been on a run. You up? I just got home.

The dance began. He would text, she would ignore it for as long as her will power would allow until she remembered the heartbeat between her legs after one particularly harsh session and she would invite him over. She would wait with bated breath until she heard the rumble of his bike, his heavy footsteps up her stairs and a knock on the door.

I’m here.

She would let him in, sometimes they would have a drink. Sometimes she would feed him some dinner, other times they would talk or he’d fix something for her. Sooner or later, they would end up tangled up together on some surface of her apartment, calling his name over and over like a prayer. He was always present, always focused on her pleasure. It was intense, all consuming and so fucking good she saw stars. After, they would lay tangled together and talk in hushed whispers until it was time for another round. 

He was always gone when she woke up.

The first few times, she would try to reach out to him. She would text him to make sure he got home safe. He would send a simple reply, then nothing for days. She felt like an addict, needing the hit only he could provide. She tried to hook up with other people but nobody could measure up. She tried to pursue more but he would always blow her off, either by not responding or by pulling her into another session until she forgot what she said in the first place.

This is the last time.

She started telling herself that. She started telling him too, whenever she opened the door for him at a late hour. He protested the first few times but then he would just smirk, kiss her and reply with a soft, “I know, baby.” It just became another step in their dance.

Her friends tried to free her from his ties. She tried to resist him. One night, she managed not to text him back but a couple hours after he texted, he was at her door. He claimed he was checking on her safety then ate her out until she had to push him away, even his glistening smirk and dark eyes too much for her overstimulated body to handle.

She felt obsessed.

He had no social media to stalk. She googled him once when she finally found out his real name. All she found was a Disney character and some old charges. She thought putting his mugshot as his contact picture would help her stop until she opened it to see his middle fingers up. 

The blowjob he got that night was her best performance to date.

She sat in her office, rubbing her temples as the numbers she stared at swirled back at her. Her phone lit up with a text from her girls group chat and she picked up her phone, needing a little reprieve from working on payroll. It was a memory from a year ago, the girls all packed into a car heading to the casino. 

It had been a year since she met him and they were still doing the same thing. She wasn’t sure if it was PMS, her mind-numbing work, the fact that she hadn’t heard from him in weeks or a combination of all three but anger sparked hot in her veins. She texted the group chat, asking for ideas on how to shake up her situationship and stop feeling so goddamn powerless. A few replies came in before one made her eyes light up.

Do what we do best bitch! Make him jealous

She walked into the bar, arm wrapped around her date’s as he led her to a booth. She was already bored and knew the date wouldn’t go beyond the night. But she had nothing else to do and wanted a drink so she sat down, ordering off their drink menu. She knew his MC frequented the place and if he wasn’t here, at least one of his brothers would be. Her date ordered them some food to share as he told her all about his recent promotion to partner at his law firm. She asked him questions as they ate, ordering another round of drinks.

A few patches walked in, settling down at the bar.

She tried not to outwardly react as her heart sped up while she scanned the group. Her date looked over and reassured her that the bikers only bothered people who bothered them, mistaking her reaction for fear. She turned her attention back to her date for the remainder of the evening, turning her phone on Do Not Disturb when it started vibrating.

Her date got a kiss on the cheek and they each went home alone.

She changed into some cotton shorts and an oversized shirt, settling onto her couch for some trashy tv and more admin work when there was a harsh knock on her door that made her jump. She unlocked her phone to see over 20 notifications from him. There was another loud knock and she jumped up to pull it open, unphased by the glare on his face. 

“It’s late and my neighbors are asleep,” she hissed.

“Should’ve answered the fucking phone then,” he walked in, “Where is he?” he started searching her apartment.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Nobody’s here,” she locked the door, “What right do you have anyway?”

He turned to her, “Who is he?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was practically seething, “No? You’re not dumb, mami. You know exactly what I’m talking about. My brothers saw you out tonight with some gringo.”

She shrugged, “He’s not here.” 

“That’s all I get?” he arched an eyebrow, “He’s not here?”

“What else is there to say, Coco?” she challenged, “I don’t owe you an explanation, do I?”

“I thought-“ he tried to explain but she cut him off.

“I’m not your old lady or whatever you wanna call it. I’m just some fucking late night booty call. I don’t know what you’re out there doing,” she snapped, “You could be married with a family and I would have no clue.”

He frowned, “I’m not married,” he looked her over, “And you’re not just a booty call.”

She laughed bitterly, “That’s such bullshit, save it for the next bitch in your rotation.”

His eyes narrowed, “I don’t have a rotation, you know that.”

“How would I know?!” she exclaimed, “You don’t tell me a goddamn thing! We’ve been doing this for almost a year, Coco! I know you’re in the club and you were a Marine sniper till you got discharged. I know you have a kid who lives with you and some who don’t. I know what you like in bed and that’s fucking it. You know what I do know though? I know I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

His eyes widened, “What?! What the fuck do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” he reached for her but she stepped back.

“You can’t fucking touch me right now,” her voice cracked and his face softened, “Nobody makes me feel like you, Coco. I’ve tried to move on, I’ve tried to hook up with other people but honestly it’s not even worth it. When we’re fucking, you give me everything. I can see it in your eyes. But outside of that? Nothing. I can’t do half in, half out. If you don’t wanna be with me, then don’t be with me.”

“No, it’s not that,” he insisted, “I do want you.”

“Then what is it?” she threw her hands up, “Tell me the truth for once in your fucking life. I’m a grown ass woman, I can handle it.”

He sighed, “I wanted to protect you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Coco, for real?”

He nodded seriously, tapping the patch on the right side of his chest, “Do you know what this means, sweetheart?” she nodded, taking a shaky breath, “It means I do dangerous shit with dangerous people. People who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt people in my life just to get to me and my brothers.”

“Coco,” she frowned.

“So yeah, I was keeping you at arm’s length because you’re so out of my league, it’s insane,” he admitted, shaking his head when she tried to disagree, “It’s true. My mother was a whore and I never knew my father. I only went into the Marines because my other option was prison. I’ve done a lot of bad shit. You own a business, you have a fucking college degree. I didn’t finish high school and I work in a scrapyard when I’m not doing illegal shit in an outlaw biker club.”

“Coco, I don’t care about that,” she told him softly.

“I did,” he touched his chest, “I do. But I couldn’t stay away either. That’s why I always ended up back here. Because no matter what girl I was with, I was always thinking about you. Comparing her to you. None of them are even close. Then I heard you were with that dude tonight and I thought…”

She smirked, “So you were jealous.”

He scoffed, “Nah I…fine,” he rolled his eyes and smiled softly, “I can’t lie, I was jealous as fuck. And I’m sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you.”

She took a shaky breath, “I forgive you,” they both stayed quiet for a moment until she asked, “So now what?”

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, “Do you still wanna be done?”

She shook her head, “With that dynamic? Yes. But not done with you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the smile on his face, “Why don’t I take you out tomorrow?” he asked.

“On a date?” her eyes widened.

Coco nodded, “On an official date. I’ll pick you up like a gentleman and shit.”

“So poetic,” she teased as she felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Kinda is, no? Tomorrow is a year since we met,” he grinned and hooked his index finger with hers to tug her closer.

She pouted, “You remember?”

He nodded, kissing her bottom lip, “Of course I do, baby,” he whispered, “What do you say? Can I take you out?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I’d love that.”

“I’ll behave tonight then,” he joked and kissed her softly, “I’ll leave you to your housewives or whatever the fuck that is,” he nodded to the tv, “Call me in the morning?”

“Okay,” she giggled as he kissed her again, “Good night, Coco.”

“Night ma,” he squeezed her chin and headed to the door, reaching for the handle.

“Or you could stay…”

[creads]

camila, tava eu e juju falando sobre pipe que bate no peito quando ta bravo e nós chegamos a conclusão de doentinhas que ele fica muito saboroso com certas red flags principalmente numa briga, e ai agr eu to vindo aqui e te passando a missão de dissertar sobre felipe que é Homem, que levanta a voz, que xinga, que se não bate no peito bate na parede, que te olha como se vc tivesse prestes a ser reduzida a nada no calor de uma discussão, vem pode começar *passa o microfone* 🎤

🎤 olá boa noite tudo be- não peraí 📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢BOA NOITE VIDAS PEDIRAM PRA EU FALAR SOBRE PIPE PUTINHO AQUI POIS BEM 📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢

pensei aki e de acordo com meu phd em fanficar com felipe otaño:

em briga de homens por causa de futebol ele vai: bater no peito, xingar a mãe, apontar dedo na cara, gritar até ☝🏻 ficar com o rosto todo vermelhinho, vai empurrar o cara também

briga de homem por mulher: old que se um cara der em cima da mulher dele ele vai chegar tipo “tá maluco?” e vai sim querer partir pra agressão física. que horror….. *mordendo os lábios*

AGORA O EGOT WINNER VENCEDOR DO PRÊMIO NOBEL DE TESUDO DO ANO

briga com a mulher dele: primeiro vou pintar o cenário pq se vamos fanficar vamos fanficar direito

eles estão em uma festa de um amigo do felipe e você fala com ele que vai ficar um pouco com as suas amigas. ele obvvv mô meu docinho de coco vai lá linda musa sereia. aí ela vai lá bla bla bla quando tá voltando pra ficar com o namorado dela um cara ☝🏻brasileiro chega nela, mas chega como quem não quer nada, sabe? ela nem acha que ele tá dando em cima, mas aí ficam conversando um pouquinho em português e o pipe vendo tudo de longe, e quando o cara ameaça colocar a mão na cintura da mulher dele o pipe aparece lá que nem um ser onipresente.

“vamo embora” SÓ isso que ele fala enquanto te leva pelo pulso. entram no carro e o felipe tá dirigindo COM RAIVA!!!!! infringe umas três leis de trânsito, passa a marcha forte e quase quebra, uma mão só no volante e a outra com o cotovelo apoiado na janela e a mão no cabelo. e quando estaciona o carro, fica sentado um pouco no banco ainda, e você assim 😶 e quando vai falar: “mô, o que houve?” ele não dá nem tempo de você terminar a frase, sai do carro e bate a porta como quem não tem geladeira em casa. e ele não abre a sua pra você não, tá? o cavalheirismo que ele tem sempre foi pro beleléu. você sai e só vai andando atrás dele. no elevador ele finalmente fala (e digo pra vocês amigas ele não está bicudo e sim com um olhar de raiva e com as narinas até mais largas pq tá respirando forte tentando se acalmar) “quem era aquele cara?”

“não sei pipe, ele veio conversar comigo em português só” e ele dá aquela risadinha sabe aquela que coloca a língua no canto da boca enquanto balança a cabeça, parece que tá incrédulo com a sua inocência. “você não tava vendo que ele tava doido em você?” “felipe? eu não tenho nada a ver com isso, eu só respondi ele” e irmãs eu tenho pra mim que ele vai reprimir quase todas essas ações red flags, mas as que ele não consegue segurar é xingar (mas os outros), levantar a voz!!!!!, e te olhar com uma cara de ÓDIO!!! mas muito puto mesmo.

quando já estão dentro do apartamento, você chega mansinha em frente dele, passando a mão pela barriguinha coberta pela blusa ainda tentando acalmar ele, e dá um selinho. tudo isso enquanto ele te olha com muita cara de puto (😫😫😫😫!!!) e aí ele vai te agarrar pelo cabelo e te comer contra alguma bancada mesa seja lá o que for!!! vai te chamar de cachorra (plot twist ele vai te xingar sim mas só aqui!!), vai dar tapa na sua cara e na bunda. dito isso ele vai descontar a raiva em você só na cama!!! (todos saem ganhando oh delícia pode ir me botando ☝🏻)

[annelvn]

Today, I want to discuss one of the most influential yet controversial figures in fashion history—Coco Chanel. Known for revolutionizing women's fashion with timeless elegance, Chanel built an empire that continues to define luxury and sophistication. However, beyond her groundbreaking designs and iconic creations, her legacy has a darker side.

Coco Chanel, born Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel on August 19, 1883, in Saumur, France, is one of the most iconic figures in the history of fashion. Her journey from humble beginnings to becoming a global fashion icon is a story of resilience, creativity, and ambition. However, her life is also marked by controversy, particularly her alleged involvement with the Nazi regime during World War II.

Chanel's early life was far from glamorous. After her mother's death, her father abandoned her and her siblings, leaving them in the care of nuns at the Aubazine orphanage. It was here that Chanel learned to sew, a skill that would later become the foundation of her career. At 18, she left the orphanage and worked as a seamstress while also performing as a cabaret singer, where she earned the nickname "Coco."

Chanel's life took a turn when she met Étienne Balsan, a wealthy textile heir, who introduced her to the world of luxury and high society. Through Balsan, she met Arthur "Boy" Capel, a British businessman who became her lover and financial backer. With Capel's support, Chanel opened her first boutique in Paris in 1910, specializing in hats. By 1913, she had expanded into clothing, revolutionizing women's fashion with her simple, elegant designs that rejected the corseted, ornate styles of the time.

Chanel's designs, characterized by their comfort and practicality, resonated with the modern woman. She introduced the little black dress, the Chanel suit, and the iconic Chanel No. 5 perfume, which became symbols of timeless elegance. By the 1920s, Chanel was a household name, and her influence on fashion was unparalleled.

Despite her immense success, Chanel's legacy is tarnished by her alleged collaboration with the Nazi regime during World War II. In the 1930s, Chanel began a relationship with Hans Günther von Dincklage, a German military officer and Nazi spy, who played a significant role in securing her privileges under the German occupation of France​. When France fell to the Nazis in 1940, Chanel closed her fashion house and took residence at the Ritz Hotel in Paris, where many high-ranking German officers, including Hermann Göring and Joseph Goebbels, also lived​.

Beyond her romantic involvement with von Dincklage, Chanel became entangled in Nazi espionage efforts. She was recruited as an agent for the German military intelligence, the Abwehr, under the codename "F-7124"​. Her most infamous mission was Operation Modellhut, a Nazi intelligence scheme that sought to use Chanel’s social connections to establish backchannel negotiations with British Prime Minister Winston Churchill. Chanel, who had long-standing ties to Churchill and other British elites, was considered a valuable intermediary. In 1943, she traveled to Madrid, accompanied by Baron Louis de Vaufreland, another Abwehr agent, in an attempt to deliver a peace proposal to Churchill through British diplomatic contacts. The mission ultimately failed​.

Chanel’s involvement with Nazi intelligence went even deeper. She traveled to Berlin in 1943 to personally offer her services to Heinrich Himmler, the head of the SS. Following their meeting, she was tasked with another espionage mission in Spain, where she attempted to leverage her friendship with British aristocrat Vera Bate Lombardi to gain intelligence​. However, her efforts were unsuccessful, and as the war turned against Germany, Chanel sought to distance herself from the Nazis.

In August 1944, after the liberation of Paris, Chanel was arrested and interrogated by French authorities for her wartime activities. However, due to her close ties with Winston Churchill, she was released without facing any charges​. To escape scrutiny, Chanel fled to Switzerland, where she remained in exile for several years before staging a remarkable comeback in the fashion industry in 1954​.

After the war, Chanel faced public backlash, and her reputation in France was severely damaged. She moved to Switzerland, where she lived in relative obscurity for several years. However, in 1954, at the age of 71, Chanel made a triumphant return to the fashion world, reintroducing her iconic designs to a new generation. Her comeback was a success, and she continued to lead her fashion house until her death on January 10, 1971. -- References: Vaughan, H. (2011). Sleeping with the Enemy: Coco Chanel's Secret War. Vintage Books. Cattani, G., Colucci, M., & Ferriani, S. (2023). From the Margins to the Core of Haute Couture: The Entrepreneurial Journey of Coco Chanel. Enterprise & Society, 24(2), 546–588. https://doi.org/10.1017/eso.2021.58 Richards, A. (2023). The true story of Coco Chanel's childhood: In search of Gabrielle. BBC Article.

Winston Churchill and Coco Chanel (C) at a meet of the Duke of Westminster’s boar hounds, the ��Mimizan Hunt’ near Dampierre, northern France, 1928.

[letters2fiction]

Welcome to Letters2fiction!

The concept here is to send in a question or a letter request, and you’ll get a response from your fictional character of choice, from the list below. Please stick to the list I’ve made, but of course, you can ask if there’s some other characters I write for, I don’t always remember all the shows, movies or books I’ve consumed over the years and I’m sure I’m missing a lot 😅

Status: New Characters added - Thursday June 19th, 2025

TV SERIES

A Discovery of Witches:

Matthew Clairmont

Baldwin Montclair

Gallowglass de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Philippe de Clermont

Jack Blackfriars

Sarah Bishop

Emily Mather

Diana Bishop

Ysabeau de Clermont

Miriam Shepard

Phoebe Taylor

Gerbert D’Aurillac

Peter Knox

Father Andrew Hubbard

Benjamin Fuchs

Satu Järvinen

Meridiana

Law and Order:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Joe Velasco

Mike Duarte

Terry Bruno

Peter Stone

Hasim Khaldun

Nick Amaro

Mike Dodds

Grace Muncy

Kat Tamin

Toni Churlish

Amanda Rollins

Olivia Benson

Rita Calhoun

Casey Novak

Melinda Warner

George Huang

Sam Maroun

Nolan Price

Jamie Whelan

Bobby Reyes

Jet Slootmaekers

Ayanna Bell

Jack McCoy

Elliot Stabler

Kate Silva

One Chicago:

Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Dante Torres

Vanessa Rojas

Kevin Atwater

Sean Roman

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Sylvie Brett

Blake Gallo

Christopher Hermann

"Mouch"

Otis

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

Miguel

Bishop

Coco

Nestor

911 verse:

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howie "Chimney" Han

Ravi Panikkar

T.K. Strand

Owen Strand

Carlos Reyes

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Tommy Vega

Judson "Judd" Ryder

Grace Ryder

Nancy Gillian

Mateo Chavez

The Rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Celina Juarez

Aaron Thorsen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

John Nolan

Wade Grey

Bailey Nune

Tamara Colins

BBC Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty

Molly

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Marina Thompson / Crane

Colin Bridgerton

Penelope Fetherington / Bridgerton / Lady Whistledown

Outlander:

Jamie Fraser

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser

Frank Randall

Black Jack Randall

Brianna Fraser

Roger MacKenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser Murray

Ian Murray Sr.

Ian Fraser Murray

Murtagh Mackenzie

Call The Midwife:

Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette

Dr. Patrick Turner

Nurse Trixie Franklin

Nurse Phyllis Crane

Lucille Anderson

Nurse Barbara Gilbert

Chummy

Sister Hilda

Miss Higgins

PC Peter Noakes

Reverend Tom Hereward

Narcos:

Horacio Carrillo

Javier Peña

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

Downton Abbey:

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham

Lady Mary Crawley

Lady Edith Crawley

Lady Sybil Crawley

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham

Isobel Crawley

Matthew Crawley

Lady Rose MacClare

Lady Rosamund Painswick

Henry Talbot

Tom Branson

Mr. Charles Carson

Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson

John Bates

Anna Bates

Daisy Mason

Thomas Barrow

Joseph Molesley

Land Girl:

Connie Carter

Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)

Midsomer Murder:

DCI Tom Barnaby

Joyce Barnaby

Dr. George Bullard

DCI John Barnaby

Sarah Barnaby

DS Ben Jones

DS Jamie Winter

Sgt. Gavin Troy

Fleur Perkins

WPC Gail Stephens

Kate Wilding

DS Charlie Nelson

Sergeant Dan Scott

Once Upon A Time:

Regina / The Evil Queen

Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

David Nolan / Prince Charming

Emma Swan

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy / Baelfire

Peter Pan

Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Belle

Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood

Will Scarlet

Zelena / Wicked Witch

Alice (Once in Wonderland)

Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)

Jafar (Once in Wonderland)

Gideon

Tiger Lily

Naveen

Tiana

Granny

Ariel

Prince Eric

Aladdin

Jasmine

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Hercules

Megara

Tinker Bell

Merida

Red Riding Hood

Mulan

Aurora / Sleeping Beauty

Prince Phillip

Cinderella

Prince Thomas

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals:

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Mikael

Esther

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

NEW! Ghosts UK / US:

Katherine "Kitty" Higham

Thomas Thorne

Julian Fawcett MP

Lady Fanny Button

Pat Butcher

Robin the Caveman

Alison Cooper

Mike Cooper

The Captain

Mary

Humphreys

Hetty Woodstone

Trevor Lefkowitz

Flower

Sasappis

Isaac Higgintoot

Pete Martino

Thorfinn

Alberta Haynes

Jay Arondekar

Sam Arondekar

Shadow and Bone:

The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova

Alina Starkov

Mal Oretsev

Nikolai Lantsov

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Zoya

Nina Zenik

Inej Ghafa

Wylan van Eck

Kaz Brekker

Matthias Helvar

Jesper Fahey

Genya Safin

David Kostyk

Baghra

MOVIES

The Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swann

James Norrington

Kingsman:

Merlin

Harry Hart

Eggsy Unwin

James Spencer / Lancelot

Alastair / Percival

Roxy Morton / Lancelot

Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd

Orlando Oxford

Jack Daniels / Whiskey

Gin

BOOKS

Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:

Declan

Callahan

Rowan

Iris

Alana

Zahra

Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:

Noah

Liam

Jax

Santiago

Maya

Sophie

Elena

Chloe

Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:

Olive

Adam

Bee

Levi

Elsie

Jack

Mara

Liam

Sadie

Erik

Hannah

Ian

Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:

Xaden Riorson

Dain Aetos

Jack Barlowe

Rhiannan Matthias

Violet Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Lillith Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Liam Mairi

[belareads]

Sobre encontros, milagres e multiversos

Tenho a sensação, enquanto escrevo esse pequeno desabafo, que um dia ele se expandirá para fora de mim. E quando digo fora de mim, também quero dizer para além dessa página. Sinto que um dia lerei isso em voz alta para um grupo restrito de pessoas selecionadas à dedo por nós dois, que, nesse momento, têm os olhos focados em nós. Embora eu também saiba que, naquele momento, não vamos perceber a presença de mais ninguém no mundo além de um ao outro.

Sei que vou abrir um sorriso envergonhado, daqueles que preciso cobrir o rosto para que você não perceba meu desajeito. Vou encarar meus pés e, tentando achar palavras em meio à risadas e a uma alegria que quer transbordar pelos olhos, vou dizer: "Sabe que eu achei um texto bobo que escrevi com 18 anos, lá atrás, poucas semanas depois de nos conhecermos? É incrível que, já naquela época, eu tinha certeza que terminaríamos exatamente aqui."

E você vai sorrir de volta para mim, daquele jeito que sempre me fez ter certeza que era você. E eu vou ler as palavras que, agora, retiro do peito e transcrevo aqui.

Eu, leitora obsessiva desde o berço, sempre enxerguei uma diferenciação muito clara entre os tipos de amores. Haviam aqueles reservados aos livros, tão perfeitos, mesmo em suas imperfeições, que qualquer tentativa de representá-los na vida real seria uma mera sombra platônica. Esses amores não estavam reservados para mim. Todos os outros o tinham às mãos, mas eu não possuía esse dom. Quão cruel é sentir que não possui o dom de amar?

Uma vez a Carla Madeira disse:

"É preciso uma coincidência qualquer para que o amor se instale. Existe um certo milagre nos encontros. Não é tolo dizer que o amor é sagrado.”

Sempre enxerguei essa citação como um desses amores platônicos reservados à ficção. Porque claro, como eu, que represento menos que um grão de areia na imensidão de todo universo, posso tê-lo se moldando a mim de forma que me faça encontrar alguém que, desde o início dos tempos, de vidas anteriores, tinha um fio vermelho amarrado no dedo a conectando a mim? Como uma das principais lendas de um dos mais poderosos impérios da Ásia podia coincidir com a filosofia de Platão, e como ambos os fatos podiam ser verídicos, e ainda se encaixar na minha vida? Logo eu, que sempre tive os amores reservados aos livros. Logo eu, que nunca achei ser possível sentir o que está reservado no mundo das ideias. Logo eu, que nunca me vi digna do milagre de um encontro. Logo eu, que ainda não tinha te achado.

Até que te achei. E ter saído das sombras da caverna não me cegou, mas me fez acreditar no sagrado. Arrisco a dizer que vi o fio conectado ao meu dedo. E então, você. Uma cascata de coincidências me levaram até você. De forma tão específica que as chances de termos nos encontrado é, de fato, um milagre.

Talvez, em outro universo, eu tivesse deixado a chuva me impedir de calçar os tênis de corrida naquela tarde. Em outro universo, eu escolhi ficar em casa e jamais me deparei com a forma com que o pôr do Sol bate nos seus cabelos castanhos, os deixando tão vermelhos quanto o rubor que cobriu minhas bochechas no momento que descobri o amor à primeira vista. Em outro universo, não foi esse evento que me fez começar a achar o entardecer da nossa cidade um cenário de deixar os poetas com inveja. Até hoje, ele ainda é o meu favorito em todo o mundo. Em outro universo, água de coco nunca se tornou a bebida da luxúria para mim, por me lembrar da rouquidão da sua voz na minha primeira vez que a ouvi. Talvez, porém, em outro universo eu tive coragem o suficiente para pegar o seu número na naquela tarde, e nossa história avançou alguns capítulos mais rápido. Como eu invejo minha versão deste mundo, pelas horas a mais que ela teve para aproveitar o cheiro de casa que é o teu abraço.

De qualquer forma, houve um universo em que eu desisti de você depois desse episódio. Alguma Bela alternativa ouviu as inseguranças do mundo físico ao invés de confiar na intuição. Ela não percebeu os sinais que o sagrado gritavam: "Este é o seu milagre!" Essa versão de mim eu não invejo.

Foram tantos "e se" para chegarmos até aqui. Tantas velas que acendi pedindo por direção, que me retornavam uma flecha apontada para você. Todos os sinais tinham a forma do seu sorriso. Quanto amor achamos nessa sincronia. Por sorte, por uma atração que apenas o sagrado explica, por força das circunstâncias e químicas ocultas, aconteceu o milagre de virmos a esta vida na mesma cidade. Com a mesma quantidade de amor dispostos a dar um ao outro.

De fato, o que mais existe no mundo são pessoas que nunca vão se conhecer. De tantas chances que tive para não te conhecer, te achei. E em todos os universos que te encontrei, eu me apaixonei por você. Talvez esse amor seja a única constante que exista em todo o mundo. Em todos os mundos.

Meu milagre. Meu sagrado. Meu vislumbre do mundo das ideias dentro da caverna. Meu fio vermelho.

Este texto é um desabafo, e não se revisam fluxos de consciência, eles apenas são. Qualquer erro não é um erro, é acaso.

[cubtales]

argenti’s hands, hmmm? :^) you know what i think about argenti’s hands… that they’re always on your body when he makes love to you ♥︎ that he always brings your palm up to his lips to lay gentle kisses over it — from the heel, up your fingers; and then a knightly kiss to your knuckles before pinning your hand back down to the bed, twining your fingers betwixt his and squeezing just a little tighter with each rock forward of his hips ♥︎ how he lowers himself to catch your lips in his and swallow your pitiful whines and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you some more — smiling so adoringly against your mouth when you sigh happily and melt into his balmy palms that now smooth up your waist, shaping and moulding you in the perfect princess of his that you are. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

and it’s how he touches you, caresses you — so softly, like you’re his flower of dreams, a teddybear cradling his heart beneath all the stuffing, that makes you keen out high in your throat, your hands scrabbling over his, searching for something to hold onto lest you fall into these untameable waves of affection for him, “uh huhhh, wanna be everything for you.” you’re responding wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he fucks you slow and deep and so, so good, his ruby gaze watching with bated breath as your lashes collect the dew of your tears and your chest wracks with the most adorably incomprehensible noises. 

he’s shushing you sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just beneath the edges of your eyes to collect those tears before they have a chance to be shed, tracing hearts over your cheeks before giving your tongue his finger, cock twitching wildly inside you as you suckle on it obediently. “you’re doing so well— doing so well for me. oh, you sweet girl. just focus on me. that’s it…”

yes… argenti’s hands are always on you, xinnie~ and it is some sort of emotional tether to show you just how truly, deeply, madly he's in love with you ♥︎

AAA FORGIVE ME thistoook long to respond to but im still AAGSNKDJZNSN!!/!:!:!:! !/!:@.@9 !!! COCO . COCOSHINE ! YOU YOU YOUUUU ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝´ඉᯅඉ⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ HIDING ANS HOLDING MY CHEEKS I FEEL THEM BURNING !!:!:!!

see i knewjwd i knew when u liked m hand post and and i shivered a lil ... but then i was like noooo she's probably gna get someone else yup yup ! but then . 👁️ you came . WAASGSH U LIL SILLY ANGEL TRUST I WILL GET U . I WILL

butbut ໒꒰ྀི⁄ ⁄>⁄ ⁄ <⁄ ⁄꒱ྀི১ ( gosh just readin this makes my feet kick ! ) him kissin my knuckles.. dunnos if this is a reference to wat i told u a while agos or not but it's makin me ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ andnand the abundance of kisses make this more and more canon ( this is infact CANON TRUST ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ^ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) ) and me ?? pretty little thing ?? i'm in shambles . says the pretty boy himself i giving him more and more kisses ꒰ ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱♥︎

theway you described me in his eyes made me CRY i hope u kno that okie . his flower of dreams is making me feel all floaty and warm inside ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა to be his flower when he's already mine.. for him to look at me and hold me in such a way !!: WAAAAHSJDK SCREAM BREAK !

U RLLIE BROKE ME IM ACTUALLY IN SHAMVLESSSSS . SHAMVLES OKAY IM NOT OKIE ! NEVER OKIEEE I'LL BE EVERYTHINGG FOR HIM PLEASPLEASOLEASEEE ( the tears durin' it tew gosh u read me well coco im ouchie ) ALL I HAVE IS JUST JUMBLED THOUGHTSS WAASBSMSMSKSBDNSK bsbsnsns!!2!3! ur writing always is gna leave me SPEECHLESS i cant do it i wanna crie WAHSHS!!!:!:!!! i love him i LOVE u aahsh!3!:! thank u thank uuuu

this is mi writing .. plotting .. i'm gna get u back babie .. ♥︎

[musamultarc]

Which Characters Are You?

Molly Weasley (Harry Potter): 89%

Mamá Coco (Coco): 89%

Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings): 87%

Anna Bates (Downton Abbey): 86%

Belle (Beauty and the Beast): 86%

Arthur Weasley (Harry Potter): 85%

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 85%

Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 84%

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games): 84%

Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock): 84%

[lacasaderosi]

PASTEL DE CREMA DE COCO 🥥🍪

Ingredientes:

- 1 taza de galletas Graham trituradas 🍪

- 1/4 taza de mantequilla derretida 🧈

- 1 paquete (200g) de queso crema, a temperatura ambiente 🧀

- 1/2 taza de azúcar glas 🍬

- 1 taza de crema de coco 🥥

- 2 tazas de crema batida 🥛

- 1/4 taza de coco rallado tostado 🥥

- 1/2 taza de leche condensada 🍯

Instrucciones:

1. Mezcla galletas Graham con mantequilla derretida 🍪🧈.

2. Presiona mezcla en fondo de molde y refrigera 10 minutos ❄️.

3. Bate queso crema con azúcar glas hasta que esté suave 🧀🍬.

4. Incorpora crema de coco y leche condensada, mezclando bien 🥥🍯.

5. Extiende mezcla sobre base de galletas y añade crema batida 🥛.

6. Refrigera durante 2 horas para que se enfríe y tome consistencia ⏰.

7. Espolvorea coco rallado tostado antes de servir 🥥.

Sirve:

- Sirve frío y disfruta de esta deliciosa crema de coco 🍴.

- Perfecto para postre o merienda con amigos y familiares 👫.

Tiempo: 2 horas 15 minutos ⏰

Kcal: 350 kcal

Porciones: 8

#PostreEnCapas #CremaDeCoco #RecetaDeliciosa #PostrePerfecto #DulceSueño 🍰👌

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Fifteen = (Master Chapter List)

Ren and Jaune were riding down to the main level in silence, until about the possible half-way point when Ren spoke.

Ren: So what are you going to do?

Jaune: About?

Ren: Pyrrha and Coco.

Jaune: I'm not sure, but why do you ask?

Ren: Nora was able to get it out of Pyrrha about what you and her talked about, and then confronted Coco about it, who broke down crying and admitted what happened as well... now Nora is being a cheerleader for the pair.

Jaune: Shit. Who else knows?

Ren: Do you mean after Nora found out? A better question would be who doesn't know.

Jaune: Shit! Shit! Shit!

Ren: Jaune?

Jaune: I wanted things to be less public, until I could figure out for myself what is happening. I'm still... trying to figure things out. This all being public is going to make things... complicated.

Ren: Possibly.

Jaune: How can it be, possibly? People are going to expect something to happen. They're waiting for some heartbreak drama.

Ren: You're forgetting... this is Coco and Pyrrha. They've already had... words with some of the other students.

Jaune: How much damage?

Ren: None. It was surprisingly very civil.

Jaune: That's... good.

Silence once again fell upon the two young men for the remainder of the short ride. The ding of the doors sliding open, sounded to Jaune like a death knell. He had some serious things to figure out, and he was on a timeline. This couldn't be drawn out... there had to be an answer, and Jaune needed to figure that out. It was the only appropriate thing to do.

Jaune's escort of Ren peeled off to head for the cafeteria to meet up with Nora, leaving Jaune alone with his thoughts as he made his way directly back to JNPR's dorm. He forced his mind from the physical attributes of each of his suitors, and tried to consider other things.

Jaune knew the most about Pyrrha, her being his partner after all. He knew a little about Coco, mainly from what she admitted to him during the confession at the top of Beacon tower. Which meant he would need to spend extra time with her. Butterflies twisted in his stomach as he reached the dorm.

Finding the room empty, he sighed in relief, and made his way to his bed. He climbed upon the soft mattress and sat cross-legged, his back against the headboard. With his hands clasped in his lap, he closed his eyes. Jaune needed to really think, so pulling from memories of his transformation, he centred himself and opened his mind to the world beyond him.

He didn't understand this new ability, but he instinctively knew how to use it. So he did. Reaching into the beyond, he emptied his mind and sought out the answers that were evading him.

While Jaune meditated, seeking answers to the dilemma he found himself in, Coco and Pyrrha sat side by side awaiting Ren's return. The rest of JNPR and even team RWBY knew what Coco had done. She had come clean to them about her actions, and surprisingly it was Blake who took the fashionista aside for a private talk.

So there she was like the last three days, waiting with bated breath, much like Pyrrha for word from Jaune regarding their situation. She almost jumped out of her seat when she saw Ren approaching, a tray of food in his hands.

Coco: So?

Ren: (Not even seated yet) He hasn't said anything, but I could tell he's bothered by the situation. To the point that I feel he's doubting his ability to give either of you a decision.

Pyrrha: We should go talk to him.

Coco: Let him know that he can take his time?

Pyrrha: I think that would ease his mind. Jaune is a... very self-deprecating person.

Coco: Is his self-image that low?

Pyrrha: It is, and I'm not sure how to help him look past his perceived flaws. I've tried and so has Nora and Ren to give him positive encouragement...

Coco: Let me guess, he takes it as if you're just trying to make him feel better, and still focuses on his weakness?

Ren: He does.

Coco: We can't let that continue, we have to... have to do something.

Pyrrha: As a team, we've tried. It has done very little.

Coco: Then maybe it needs to be something less informal... and more personal.

Pyrrha: Are you saying?

Coco: I am. We need to show him, he means something to us.

Pyrrha: Does HE really mean something to you, though? You did try and change him into a woman for your own needs.

Coco: I know... I know. That is something I deeply regret.

Pyrrha: To be completely honest with you... I don't trust you. I don't think you really care for Jaune...

Ren: Pyrrha...

Coco: No, let her continue... this has been hanging over our heads for a little while now. It needs to come out.

Pyrrha: You've no idea what you want, and you're latching onto Jaune like he's some magical answer to your confusion about your own desires. You shouldn't be anywhere near him... and I doubt anyone here at this table thinks any differently.

Coco: (Letting her eyes scan the collection of Jaune's assembled friends) Is that true? Do you all feel like that?

No one said anything, but a few did nod, while others averted their gaze.

Coco: (Starting to rise from her seat) I see, then I guess... (feels a hand grasp her wrist and looks down to see that it is Pyrrha who has taken a hold of her) What?

Pyrrha: But... it is not our decision, and just because we don't trust you, because I feel like you're playing a game... in the end it's Jaune choice.

Coco: I...

Pyrrha: Don't say anything... because I so very much want to grind your face into the floor for what you tried to do.

Coco: Then try it.

Pyrrha: What?

Coco: Training room one. Me and you. Get this out of your system... then we both can concentrate on Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Releasing her grip) Training Room One. After classes?

Coco: After classes

[teatro00]

Magdalenas de tarta de zanahoria🥮

- 1/2 tazas de harina normal ecológica

- 3/4 taza de azúcar

- 1-2 cucharaditas de canela

- 1/2 cucharadita de levadura en polvo

- 1/2 cucharadita de bicarbonato sódico

- 3/4 cucharadita de sal

- 1/4 taza de azúcar moreno o azúcar de coco

- 2 huevos

- 1-2 zanahorias grandes ralladas (para 2 tazas)

- 1/2 taza de aceite de coco derretido

- 1 cucharadita de extracto de vainilla

*Bate los ingredientes secos (harina, azúcar, especias) en un bol mediano. En un bol grande, batir el azúcar moreno, los huevos, la vainilla y el aceite de coco. Incorporar las zanahorias ralladas. Incorporar la mezcla seca a la húmeda y mezclar suavemente hasta que se integren por completo. Colocar en las bandejas para magdalenas y hornear a 325º durante 20-25 minutos.

[residentraccoon]

ESC 2005 vs 2006

Albania: Tomorrow I Go vs Zjarr e ftohtë (but I kinda like them the same idk)

Andorra: La mirada interior vs Sense tu

Armenia: Without Your Love

Austria: Y asi

Belarus: Love Me Tonight vs Mum (none lol)

Belgium: Le Grand soir vs Je t'adore

Bosnia and Herzegovina: Call Me vs Lejla

Bulgaria: Lorraine vs Let Me Cry

Croatia: Vukovi umiru sami vs Moja štikla

Cyprus: Ela Ela vs Why Angels Cry (I don't really like any that much tbh...)

Denmark: Talking to You vs Twist of Love

Estonia: Lets Get Loud vs Through My Window

Finland: Why vs Hard Rock Hallelujah

France: Chacun pense à soi vs Il était temps (underrated tbh)

Germany: Run & Hide vs No No Never

Greece: My Number One vs Everything

Hungary: Forogj, világ

Iceland: If I Had Your Love vs Congratulations (underrated bop, I really like it though her 99 one was better)

Ireland: Love? vs Every Song Is a Cry for Love

Israel: HaSheket SheNish'ar vs Together We Are One

Latvia: The War Is Not Over vs I Hear Your Heart

Lithuania: Little by Little vs We Are the Winners

Malta: Angel vs I Do

Monaco: Tout de moi vs La Coco-Dance

Moldova: Boonika bate toba vs Loca (by a landslide. Loca is wayyy too cringey for me)

Netherlands: My Impossible Dream vs Amambanda

North Macedonia: Make My Day vs Ninanajna

Norway: In My Dreams vs Alvedansen (I like 2005 too but Alvedansen takes it)

Poland: Czarna dziewczyna vs Follow My Heart

Portugal: Amar vs Coisas de nada (none)

Romania: Let Me Try vs Tornerò (this was hard. I love both)

Russia: Nobody Hurt No One vs Never Let You Go

Serbia and Montenegro: Zauvijek moja vs Moja ljubavi

Slovenia: Stop vs Mr. Nobody

Spain: Brujería vs Bloody Mary

Sweden: Las Vegas vs Invincible

Switzerland: Cool Vibes vs If We All Give a Little

Türkiye: Rimi Rimi Ley vs Süper Star

Ukraine: Razom nas bahato vs Show Me Your Love

United Kingdom: Touch My Fire vs Teenage Life

2005: 18

2006: 18

We have a tie)))

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC. Soulmate AU

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate A

Chapter 55

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: none applicable

WORD COUNT: 1322

When I woke up next, I reached out for a wakeup snuggle with my husband, but discovered his side of the bed neatly made up and abandoned. I sat up, glancing over at my digital alarm clock on my bedside table, and discovered that it was 2:13 in the afternoon.

I tossed the blankets back from my side of the bed, quickly making the bed to match Peter’s side before wandering over to leave the bedroom, on the hunt for food.

MEOW

Coco appeared from under the bed at that moment, darting over to me and trotting by my side, the black female purring loudly as she followed me.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“Hello there, pretty kitty,” I cooed, going down the stairs and finding Evie carrying a laundry basket with freshly washed and folded whites.

Good morning mommy, she greeted me with one hand. Are you hungry? Aria made you something to eat- it’s keeping warm in the oven.

I am rather hungry right now, I declared. What did she make?

Grilled cheese and pepperoni sandwiches and French fries! Evie wandered upstairs to put away her laundry, leaving me to get food for myself.

Ten minutes later, I was happily eating a very belated lunch as my mommy senses were telling me that Aria and Peter were downstairs in my husband’s man cave while Evie was getting her laundry out of the way.

I took a bite of my food, closing my eyes as I reveled in the good fortune that had been decided to be dropped into my lap. I loved the fact that I no longer had to worry about rent, or food, or heat, or clothes. The king and I had a good, long talk about who would do what in the relationship, and he had been rather insistent on his being the main breadwinner while I would finish up my college career in the fall at the local community college. I had told him that I only needed to pass four classes before I could get my diploma. His only response was to press a sweet kiss to the crown of my head before telling me to focus on school, and that he would take care of the house and the twins in the meantime.

I was also doing a bit of job hunting for after I had graduated- I just felt this strong urge to contribute something to the household. Even though I knew Peter was happy being the one who worked and I was the one who stayed at home and took care of all the cleanings and cooking, I still refused to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I had my eye on a Halloween animatronic factory that was always hiring to help expand the quickly expanding business. I had taken a look at their website and was amazed at the different Halloween animatronics that they offered- a flying witch rig that could go from one part of the yard to the other side of the yard, static in appearance props that would spring to life at the drop of a hat, animatronics that would scream and giggle and say creepy phrases.

I had filled out a job application form and sent it in, and I was awaiting a response with bated breath. Working with Halloween animatronics had always been a dream of mine, and I told myself that I would tell Peter if I got the job.

I also knew that Peter was looking for a good second handed car for me to drive. He had offered to buy me a brand new, fresh out from the factory car, but was going for a cheaper alternative at my insistent urgings. I had confessed that I didn’t even know how to check a car’s oil, getting a chaste kiss to the backside of my ear.

“Do you want me to teach my sweetheart how to do so?” I had agreed, smiling at the look of absolute joy that was on his face.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD- THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

I looked up from where I was rinsing my plate before setting it into the dishwasher- something that Peter told me he hadn’t grown up with, but still had one outfitted into the house that he had custom built on a whim.

“Mommy!” Aria cheered as she erupted through the laundry room, which had a door that led onto the porch out back and a door that led down into the garage. “Mommy, me and daddy are building a swinging bench for the front porch!”

“Oh?” I laughed as my husband came up to me, lifting me up onto the counter. I looked at Peter for clarification.

“A swing for the front porch,” he translated with a smile. “I’m helping Aria plan out what it will look like.”

“Oh, okay!” I set the pan into the sink, giving it a quick rinse before setting it aside for Peter to wash when he had a moment to do so. “Can I see what the inspiration is?”

Aria dragged me downstairs and into her father’s man cave, tugging me over to where a crude skeleton was constructed, and she showed me concept art that consisted of a simple rendering made up of slats of wood.

“We’re using wood from a pallet,” Peter told me. “I ordered a buttload of something some time again and I had been meaning to toss the pallets.”

“But then I said that I wanted to make something out of the wood!” Aria interjected, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Aria enjoys upcycling,” I explained as Peter was digging out rope that he thought would suit the bench design well. “It probably dates back to the before.”

The before was what we had taken to calling the phase of time before I had met my kingly soulmate. Peter understood that this stressful time would always be a part of us, and he would always tell us that part of our history was no more.

“There was one time when me and Evie found two teddy bears in the trash outside the toy store!” Aria continued to chatter.

“They brought those teddy home and had me fix them up again,” I laughed. “They’re still packed up in a box, if I remember correctly.”

“Ah okay.” Peter had a funny look on his face as Aria began to use a crowbar to pry the boards off from the pallet. “The girls can get those teddy bears whenever they want- just give me a heads up when you start to go through the remaining boxes, alright?”

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

If you liked this, then please consider buying me a coffee HERE It only costs $3!!!

PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c0la

@rockstarslutt

@angelxfuckk