#dechire

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Le Figaro di Oggi lunedì, 16 settembre 2024

[jonkleringjerster]

finally got around to publishing a batjokes fic.

heres chapter 1!!! campy angsty batjokes fic just trust the process

[oxygenbefore1775]

stalemate

zeke x gn!reader

tags: fluffy suggestive stuff (as fluffy as it can get with zeke)

cw: suggestive (kisses and stuff), chess and a lot of it (there's gonna be some chess terms thrown around just for the show - no need to understand them to know what's going on), zeke being zeke (needy pos that is), coercion elements (very mild)

wc: 2.2k

summary: perhaps challenging zeke to a game of chess was a bad idea - so chivalrous of him to offer you his help to defeat him, though

a/n: don't perceive me, i barely understand the chess theory myself

Stalemate is a situation in chess where a player's king is not in check, but they have no legal moves left, resulting in a draw

Such a poise coming from someone whose lips were twisted in a shit-eating grin. Both annoyed you to no end already, slowly chipping away at your composed facade — but the combination of those two? You could already sense the steam escaping your ears. Truly, both of those opposites could only coincide in Zeke.

"Any moment now," his calm voice prompted you to make a move, although you had stalled for only ten minutes longer than expected.

It was ten minutes too long — considering your own knowledge in chess, you shouldn't find this so hard to navigate through this game. But you did. You bit on your lip as you stole a glance at Zeke before finally moving your bishop across the board. The challenge of the game was all courtesy of his.

All pleasure that you intended to find in this leisure game of chess with Zeke was nowhere to be seen now. Some mental exercise was always welcome but not at the expense of your own brain cells that ended up being fried in the unfolding mental gymnastics. Too bad it was only you who was laboring over each move.

He was a monster at chess. And just like one, he was tearing you to shreds.

Your lips curled into a malicious smirk, catching up on his hesitation.

But not this time.

Zeke quirked his brow at your choice of the move.

Finally, you got him in a predicament that he'd be forced to ponder over to search for the best solution. Spolier - there was none since the strategy you devised in such a short span of time was impeccable. He would have no other choice but to back down his attack and ultimately weaken his control of the board center. You couldn't help but to give yourself a mental pat on the shoulder as you imagined him losing more and more advantage in the game. Your careful planning would leave him totally crushed, utterly defeated, absolutely destroyed, unequivocally--

Zeke took your queen.

You had to lend a second look at the chess board to finally register that the queen, your queen, was indeed removed from the game by one of his rooks and lied by Zeke's side.

How could this have happened? Virtually nothing could predict this move happening in your mind. All the defenses that you've put up ended up being ultimately useless since Zeke easily slid one of his figures behind your line of defense. Good thing that you were thoughtful enough to do the castling earlier or else the king would also be endangered right now.

A glint of mild interest ignited in Zeke's eyes upon seeing you so distraught about the move that he spent maybe a minute contemplating. It just started to get fun for him.

"I hope that was intentional." The soft mockery in his tone puzzled you as your brows knitted together in confusion, prompting his explanation. "You letting me take your queen so easily? It better be the first step to the closing game or else it'd be pretty disappointing."

The tiny vein on your temple started pulsating with anger as you composed yourself.

"Just-- shut up."

Of course, you had no aces up your sleeves that would tip this miserable predicament into your favour. A fact he was well aware of.

Good thing he listened and indeed stopped riling you up even further. Another word out of his mouth and you would've skipped over the entire anger phase right over to tears.

It was your turn again. After being cornered up with his previous attack, you were all out of moves, let alone useful ones. In a desparate attempt to bring him back into the game as soon as possible, you opted for taking at least a bit of advantage back to your side.

Your hand already hovered over one of your pawns, ready to grab it, when you noticed Zeke's unbroken gaze on you. His pursed lips were a subtle sign of his disapproval, the silent one which was by far the worst one.

Frustrated, you threw your hands in front of yourself. "What?"

This in turn perplexed him. Dumbfounded by your sudden (and quite rude for his taste) inquiry, he looked at you in confusion, benevolence coloring his features in a halo-like light.

"Why-- why are you staring at me like that?" you had the courtesy to elaborate although your voice was bubbling with irritation.

"You were the one to tell me to shut up," unabashed he replied. "Can't I express my critique in some other way then?"

You were determined to prove all his attempts at annoying you futile. As if he wasn't already getting off of the fact that you were losing to him, flaunting his chess skills in the process.

"Alright." you asked calmly as you caved to give him the response he wanted. "What is your critique?"

With your permission granted (not that he cared for it that much), he took a second look at the chess board. This brief moment of scanning was of no use to him, admittedly - he knew what was wrong way before that.

"A pawn to b4? Quite unproductive, if you ask me."

"You just had to point that out." Completely devoid of witty remarks, you simply crossed your arms on your chest in meek retalliation. You pressed your lips tightly when they began to tremble.

For the first time during the game, his voice aquired a slightest hint of seriousness. As if a sudden bout of compassion had befallen him.

"Do you want to win that badly?" he tried to meet your gaze as he asked this question to gauge your honest reaction.

Who doesn't want to outsmart the Zeke Yeager? It'd be akin to David and Goliath situation, safe for the physical altercation followed by the lethal outcome. And this would certainly humble Zeke a bit, as he was known to get on your nerves, brandishing his intellectual exclusivity.

To your luck (or rather not), you were the only one vain enough to try and pull it off.

"Of course," you huffed under your breath. "But seeing as you bash me at every turn, there's no way."

This begrudgingly uttered confession returned the sly expression to Zeke's features — the one he's had for the duration of the game. The one that made you distrust his last question even more.

"Maybe I can help you to win this stupid little game," he began in an alluring tone, stroking his beard as if pondering his countless options of aiding you.

You, however, were not in the slightest bit amused nor intrigued.

"Really? Just like that?" your voice dripped with sarcasm, an eager response propmting him to finally reveal his real intentions.

There was no way for him change his mind all of the sudden. Zeke was never the one to go easy on you in all sorts of games - especially now as his imminent victory drew closer and he seemed to get a high at the expense of your frustration. What could possibly convince him to take pity on you now?

Turned out, you were not wrong in your suspicion.

"Of course not," his answer, as expected, didn't surprise you. "My assistance has a price."

You wanted to drop all of your defences and start giggling at the sight of his features dripping with triumph. His over-confident demeanor seemed almost childish sometimes.

"A price," you mocked, an amused smile tugged at your corners. He responded in kind, as if you both were in on the joke that was about to take place. "Ok, name it then."

if he's the one suggesting it, you'll go along with it. How bad can it be? Not that washing the dishes for the next week or taking charge of cooking would be all that burdensome - not that he does those chores regularly anyway.

Instead of responding verbally, Zeke gently tapped his finger against his cheek, as if directing your attention to the spot. Throughout the exchange, he held an unbroken eye contact with you, to see if you were watching him. But it was unnecessary. His gesture was all too familiar to you.

"You dick," you accused him, clearly unamused now. "No, no way."

He smiled at the way you violently shook your head no, turning away from the chess table in a plain refusal.

"C'mon, just a liiittle kiss," he reasoned (more like whined, really), "Not like you've never done this before."

As competitive as you were, this was something you couldn't bring yourself to do.

You wagged your finger at him, reinforcing the fact of your disapproval. "Not in this climate," you rebuked. "It's extortion."

"It's barter and quite fair one at that." Zeke remained relentless in his persuasion attempts, like he wasn't the one with the higher ground. "A kiss for a hint. And, if you uphold your part of the bargain, you'll be able to win."

The gall to assume that you'd agree to trade your affection in exchange for useful information even just once, not to mention multiple times all for the sake of a tainted victory. Did he really deem you this weak-willed? You'd give him no such satisfaction.

"Thanks but no thanks," you cut him off bluntly, directing all of your attention back to the chess board. "When I beat you in the game, I'd rather it be a clean victory."

When - it's if, rather but you couldn't afford to give up so easily.

Your refusal did nothing to upset him, though. As if nothing had happened, he returned his attention to the game, too.

"Your loss," he stated, pressing his lips to hide a grin as he made a move that he spent mere seconds thinking over but managed to tip the scale in his favor. "I win either way."

And you thought he had been merciless before that. Well, he was now. It is only after your refusal that he shed all the self-restraint and went into full obliteration mode. At this point it wasn't about winning for him anymore rather than stripping you off your valuable figures, completely ignoring openings for potential checkmates.

Much to your dismay — yet to his triumph — this tactic of his seemed to have worked as your despair grew from one loss of a piece to other, removing all logic from your play style. The already miniscule chance of deafeating him thawed with each of his devastating moves. It seemed as if he wouldn't stop until you had only the king left at your side.

You caved once you lost most of your pawns and each one of the paired pieces. Turned out, you were mistaken about your own moral compass and intellectual capabilities. Maybe the end does justify the means.

"Alright, fine," you exclaimed, getting increasingly exasperated. "Let it be your way."

Ready to abandon your dignity (not that there was much to begin with), you plopped your hands at the either side of the board to reach over to the opposite side of the table where Zeke was.

"But I'm gonna win, right?" You had to make sure before sealing the agreement with a kiss.

"Well, not anymore."

You suddenly stopped leaning forward, mere inches away from his face.

The glare you sent his way must've shot the sharpest and biggest of daggers since Zeke rushed to deliver an explanation at the sight of you. "You would have, if you had agreed sooner," almost analitical tone of his voice failed to soothe your frustration. "The best you can settle for now is stalemate."

A draw it is. Quite a good result, admittedly, especially from the game of chess with the Zeke Yeager. And you had only yourself to blame for stalling so much. You took a deep breath to compose yourself. Although the impulse was strong, Zeke did his best not to flaunt his favourable position over you. Even so much as a hint of non-verbal 'i told you' from his side and he would most certainly fall from your grace.

"Why do I love you again?" you whispered under your breath as you were about to press your lips against his cheek. You crinkled your nose as the stubble tickled your skin.

"I ask myself this time to time, too." he replied, sham embarassment dripping in his tone as he melted under the touch of your lips.

Suffice to say, you weren't capable of harboring anger for a long time, let alone towards Zeke. Who was he but an insufferable yet starved for affection man in your eyes?

At the tenth kiss mark it just got ridiculous, to the point when you couldn't suppress your laughter as you leaned over the table, risking to knock over the pieces on the board, time and time again for the exchange to take place. Your dignity right now was of little importance - Zeke would never stop reminding you of this day but you couldn't care less as long as you got that coveted result (even if it was achieved through less than fair means).

Your lips hurt by the time the stalemate was announced - something you weren't aware they could do.

All out of breath, you leaned back against your chair, taking in the piece configuration on the board that finally put the end of this back-and-forth 'barter'.

"I'm never playing chess with you ever again," you firmly stated, watching him rise up from the seat.

"What a pity," his voice failed to convey the sincerity to his statement as he began putting the pieces back into the board - not that he cared for the way you'd perceive him anyway. "Gotta think of other ways to lure the kisses out of you now."

"You could always ask for one, don't you know?"

"I know," he assured, "But it's more rewarding this way."

[cxncordia]

❝  i’m close.  can i cum this time?  please?  ❞ (from calan (long haired Tom Holland) for whomever you’d like to use)

BDSM  &  DOM/SUB SMUT PROMPTS  -@dechirant || ACCEPTING

"Do you think you deserve it?" Said the black man. He had been eating out poor Calan for the past hour, with both hands and arms tied up to a pole that kept his legs well spread. Jasper had made sure to keep the boy in position so that he'd be ready to devour his pink pucker hole. "Shhh, quiet. It's for your own good little thing, Daddy still needs to breed you and I don't know if you'll be able to handle him."

[xbeguiling]

closed starter for @dechirant

Okay so, bragging about his latest score while still being so close to the scene of the crime was not his best move. A couple of drinks in and he couldn’t help but offer to buy a round for the entire tavern with his earnings. “It’s on the lord’s coin.” He’d foolishly chimed, unaware that the lord’s personal guards were in the tavern taking a break from their manhunt for him. So now, after a good scuffle in which he very much held his own, Alvaro Sevilla sat outside the tavern in a jail cart while the guards celebrated their find. They’d bound his hands, making it impossible for him to fit them through the bars properly to pick the lock. Bastards. He was considering his next move when someone came around the side of the tavern where he sat.

“Hey!” He called in a shouted whisper. Motioning them over, he crouched by the bars. “I can get you anything you want, and I do mean anything, if you will do me on teeny tiny favor, huh?” Looking over toward the front of the cart where the horses were tied up, he pointed to a bag left on the ground. “That bag there is mine. All I need is for you to bring me my things and use the knife to cut my hands free.” As if that didn’t sound incredibly shady coming from a man in a literal jail cart. But with his stuff and his hands free, he could lock pick his way out of here and make a run for it. “I promise I will make it worth your while.”

[entityforged]

🎄 @dechirant requested a winter starter

"hey, hey—ro dere ned, you little shits!" aksel sighs as tarjei and laila, unsurprisingly, completely ignore him to tear off through the rows of evergreen trees on their own. he turns to look at kris but his expression of despair fades quickly. how can he do anything but smile when looking at them? "they'll be fine. gonna go find the biggest tree they possibly can." the kids have always been like this, pointing out the most extravagant tree they can despite knowing they'll never get it—especially this year, when aksel and kris need to find a tree of their own as well. "please be more sensible than them. i can't disappoint you all tonight."

[maitresssadique]

Message de soumise elsa

Salut a toute et a tous voila a se jour je tien a annoncer ma mise sous collier envers ma maitresse et déesse de toujours Maitresse V Cette divine personne a su me recarder et faire de moi la personne soumise que je suis quiconque s’imposant ou s’attaque a Maitresse V se retrouve a avoir affaire a moi également. Je suis très heureux de lui appartenir et de la servir et je vais même ajouter que j’ai hate de sentir sa grosse bite de 31 cm me dechirer de la manière la plus violente possible

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Le Figaro di Oggi domenica, 15 settembre 2024

[jonkleringjerster]

chap 2 of this one!!! (that i sorta forgot about srry)

[oxygenbefore1775]

not me having a déchire over how reiner would play chess with you

it's either cadet!reiner with whom you strike a bet on who'd win the game of chess and the winner gets to make a wish to the loser - so reiner flexes every crook and cranny of his brain to give you a checkmate and his wish would ofc be the lewdest one when it came to the both of you

or it's post-timeskip!reiner who wants you to feel better about yourself so he lets you win - he strains every bit of his brain to make his moves look very ineffective to make your position more advantageous - sure he lost, but he's not bothered by it if he gets to see you smile againd

[latamclassiclitbracket]

Dézafi - Frankétienne

Dézafi pa Frankétienne se premye woman ki ekri ak pibliye an kreyòl ayisyen. Li te pibliye an 1975, depi lè li te tradui an anglè ak fransè. Li te resevwa yon kantite prim ki gen ladan prim nan pi bon liv tradui an 2019. Dézafi (ki vle di 'batay kòk' an kreyòl ayisyen) te òganize ann Ayiti e te santre sou yon prèt vodou, Sintil, ki tap teworize vilaj Bouanèf la epi fè abitan yo tounen esklav lè yo tounen zonbi. Liv la fini lè zonbi reveye epi fè pèp la ranvèse Sintil, dechire li an miyèt moso. Ekri avèk yon entrig sibtil, pifò nan Dézafi ekri nan yon estil abstrè ki kaptire eksperyans ayisyen an san yo pa kominike dirèkteman istwa a. Estrikti sa a se yon karakteristik mouvman espiralis kote Frankétienne te fè pati.

Wikipedya

Dézafi - Frankétienne

Dézafi by Frankétienne is the first novel to be written and published in Haitian Creole. Released in 1975, it has since been translated into both English and French and received a number of awards including the Best Translated Book Award of 2019. Dézafi (which means 'cock fight' in Haitian Creole) is set in Haiti and centers around a voodoo priest, Sintil, who is terrorizing the village of Bouanèf and enslaving residents by turning them into zonbis. The book ends when the zonbis wake up and rile the populace into overthrowing Sintil, ripping him to pieces. Written with a subtle plot line, most of Dézafi is written in an abstract style that captures the Haitian experience without directly communicating storyline. This structure is a function of the spiralist movement which Frankétienne belonged to.

Read more about this book on Wikipedia.

[skinsei]

Template de ficha + carteirinha para Lorde1820038 no rpg Coeur Dechires, no amor doce.

[humanoidtyphoons]

the wordplay of phoebus singing fleur-de-lis (actual name) and 'flower'-of-esmeralda (fleur=flower, meaning: her virginity) in belle. god, phoebus' verse shouldn't be my favourite (i actually don't think it is!) but i'm so fond of it, bc of how he sings 'oh i'm not married yet, let me stray one time before my wedding day', phoebus, babe, baby, you are trash.

i do like that he is still a dick in this, tbh? like i think nddp musical makes him slightly better than his book counterpart, bc dechire, he -- he genuinely cares about both girls, so he's a lil less heartless, and his indecision is tearing him up inside, but! end of the day, still gonna cheat, still going to end up with his fiance, still an asshole.

my french is so bad, so any other innuendos i'm sure to miss, but. patrick fiori. your voice is heaven sent.

[nousenargentine]

Voyage au travers des Andes sur la route  RN7 qui relie Mendoza à  Santiago de Chili.

Nous nous enfonçons à travers la montagne dans une large vallée glacière. Petit à petit elle se retrécit, elle monte. La route est utilisée par les poid lourds qui vont au Chili. Ils roulent à  la même vitesse que nous 100 km/h parfois  nous avons la place pour les doubler... lorsque la pente est trop forte. Nous voici à  l'entrée du parc et le ciel est couvert. Température 12°c mais avec le vent 7°c ressenti ! Nous commencons l'ascension en esperant que le ciel nuageux se dechire enfin pour voir le "Gardien de Pierre" l'Aconcagua" : 6900 m, sommet des Amériques ! Malgré nos prières le ciel reste bouché.... 

Nous voici à  Mendoza dans un restaurant de viandes...tout le monde s'est régalé ! Même le Végé de l'équipe !

Allez on se couche, demain visite de la vallée d'Uco.

[444names]

male jewish and gaelic forenames

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