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velvetures · 9 months

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omg I luv ur writing!!! is it possible to get a story thats like, ghost (or whomever) is stretching and training together but there’s alotttt of sexual tension, and ghost ends up hard and they notice it bc of the position they’re in? (Like he’s restraining reader and his bulge is right in their face😭)

Tension

A/N: I went kinda wild with this one... please excuse my filth. :)

Summary: You've always driven Ghost just short of losing his self-control. Some peeping, close combat training, and seeing you do yoga eventually snaps the fine line warding off the Lieutenant.

T/W's: NS/FW 18+ ONLY, fem reader, rough sex, overstimulation, tension, inappropriate horniness, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex/creampie (don't do that IRL), fingering, multiple orgasms, standing missionary?, a hint of rushed consent, big feelings, manhandling ofc, and I don't proofread well.

Ghost had watched your late-night training routine many times. A bit of a jog to get warmed up, some plyometrics on one of the mats, and then some light weights. It would leave you in a glittering sheen of sweat under the dim lights; jewel-encrusted as you’d wait until the last hour of your workout to pull out headphones and start doing yoga.

After looking up some of the things you did, the Lieutenant knew enough about it to understand that it wasn’t just some bullshit thing you felt worked. It held some actual merit on plenty of applicable skills. And fuck did you make it look good. From the simple stuff like laying on your back and just breathing, to the more mind-bending positions like the *Sirsa Padasana -*one of those Ghost needed to know the name of- after watching you stay almost entirely still like that for five minutes. He’d seen a lot of the different ways soldiers practiced not only strengthening their bodies but their minds while training. And the way you spent so much time in yoga practice… he felt like there wasn’t any question as to how you had such control over yourself in the field.

In the beginning, Ghost found himself unable to interrupt your… sessions? for the unfounded reason that his presence huffing and groaning while running or lifting would interrupt whatever silence or isolation you preferred. At least, the silence he assumed you wanted since he never saw you in the gym when the sun was still visible. Instead, he’d just come to the edge of the windows and peek to see if you were still there; Deciding how close you were to finishing up before going back to his quarters and waiting until he heard the sounds of your footsteps walking past his door. But he’d been caught after a while.

And it opened up and entirely different kind of training that Ghost wasn’t prepared for.

You had been more than happy to share the gym with him, almost begging that he join since you never had “company” this late at night. Not that his “company” was much more than his body just being in the same room, but it never failed him to see just how utterly calm you were at the thought of him lingering around you. Most people flinched or shied away, but you never did, and even when you twisted yourself into the most ridiculous looking shapes and put yourself into vulnerable positions, it didn’t effect you at all that he could walk right by you or possibly be watching.

He was always watching.

It made hand-to-hand combat drills more interesting too.

Gaz had been partnered up with you initially, seeing as he could be the most patient and actually give you clear pointers without sounding too harsh. He’d been quite happy with your progress over the span of a few months, and quickly gave Ghost a task that became his most challenging mission to date. Teaching you how to fight without losing his own mind being that fucking close to you for nearly two hours multiple times a week. As if personally viewing your workouts late at night wasn’t bad enough, he actually got to feel just how much the yoga strengthened you when he had to grapple your little body and try to pin you down. Teaching you to block fists without seeing them coming, locking knees with opponents three-times your size, avoiding handcuffs, knives, and other non-projection weapons came with a cost.

Ghost wouldn’t really be focused on your techniques or reaction time nearly as much as he’d be concerned about the way your hips ended up flush with his, or just how easy it was for him to just slip one arm between your thighs and effortlessly manhandle you onto the mats. It was hard keeping a clear head when you just made fighting feel a lot more like aggressive foreplay. Hell, you sounded a lot more like you were being fucked too. Nothing but little grunts and groans when he’d secure one arm behind your back, or little pants as you fought off his punches and forward drives to kick one of your feet out from under you. s

“Don’t let me holding anything in your house I your legs,” He felt himself growling out the order as you fought underneath him to pull your legs free from between his thighs.

“If I pin you, you’re dead.” The words were harsh… and it’s why everyone thought Gaz would be a better fit.

But that hadn’t been enough, and now here he was, half-sweating and half-hard, trying to make sure his cock didn’t brush up against you long enough for you to notice that you were playing more than just one game with him. While your strength didn’t match his own, it was your flexibility that made you competent enough to have even been thought to be put into a spar with him. You could twist yourself up and out of spaces most grown men would never think about, and it did give Ghost a bit more challenge trying to combat how hand-placements knowing you were about as slippery as fucking water. And without attempting a conventional tactic, you’d gotten yourself free of his legs and wrapped back around his back with one leg and an arm pulled in a headlock.

Ghost gave a frustrated sigh, feeling his air supply being hindered but not actually cut off. You’d misjudged his windpipe -probably due to the mask- and tightened down less than an inch away from perfect. It was a good counter move, but not lethal. And that was unacceptable. Hardly any force was needed to pry your arms from around your leg and literally throw you belly-down onto the mat, both arms pulled tight behind your back with his legs pinning yours down securely. You wiggled and jerked against him, ass brushing the base of his ever-present erection, and it forced him to let you go. For nothing more than the safety of his own pride and insurance that you would go another day without your Lieutenant’s perverse thoughts becoming known.

“I thought I had you that time,” You pant, coming up to sit on your knees across from him with a frustrated look pinching your eyebrows. “What did I do wrong?”

He had to give you credit, you were so damn teachable. Always asking questions and stopping in the middle of a fight to expect some kind of explanation instead of just learning through trial and error. Naturally, he’d been partial to ignoring you at first but when you wouldn’t engage after asking a question until he said something, he realized that there was no use. So, he did what he could do best. Teach by example.

Slow… example.

“Come here,” You got back up to your socked feet and walked right up to him, sweat clinging to the tip of your nose and dripping down the side of your neck. He had the insatiable urge to rip his mask up and lick that bead from your collarbone to the pulse point jumping under your skin.

With one hand he turned you around, your shoulders tight to his upper stomach and placed his forearm against your throat in the same way you’d done just a moment ago. It made things hard since his arm hardly fit in the gap to begin with, but he could feel you swallow easily, letting him know he’d found the correct angle.

“Your arm hit off to the side,” He tightened down just a little, feeling your body tense up as he began putting pressure over you. “When it should’ve been straight.” With the smallest adjustment, his left hand palmed the top of your head, holding you still while the bulk of his muscled, right forearm pressed flush against the right side of your throat, and his massive bicep flexing to apply pressure to the other side; forcing a hissing sound from your mouth.

Your little hands came up to grip his arms, not exactly pulling him away or fighting the pressure. Both hands curling around his And while he knew he shouldn’t actively be testing just how long you could go before passing out, Ghost found himself waiting patiently just to see what would happen under the stress. There for a split second, your muscles suddenly went slack and he honestly thought you’d already lost enough oxygen to faint. But when your fingers still pressing against the veins in his arm started slowly moving in a little wave of tapping motions, he was proved wrong.

Right away he remembered seeing you do it before. In the times your yoga practice was a little less than comfortable or you were actively trying to push yourself further than you’d gone before. Something like a little tell, or coping mechanism that allowed you to focus without exerting too much energy to something else outside of the main stimulus. Another little thing you did that Ghost found so much more interesting and downright strange about you. How clever you were doing things differently than everyone else.

“Alright, enough,” He let go and pushed his hand in the gap of your shoulders to put some pace between you.

You stumbled forwards, taking a gasp of breath and turning around to Ghost with a heavy flush settling in your cheeks and a bloodshot tint in the whites of your eyes. You brought a hand up to your neck where a faint outline of his own arm had pressed into you, your fingertips tracing the outline with a little bit of an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Any reason you didn’t fight back?” He questioned, flattening out his tone and looking at you with a pointed glare.

You shrug, looking down at the floor for a moment. “I… was trying to feel it. The pressure I mean, and see if I could resist you.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, trying to keep from barking out a laugh. He’d not even used his actual strength to apply pressure. It was nothing more than the literal bulk of his arm just fit against your throat. Hearing you think otherwise gave the Lieutenant a deep stroke to his ego, even giving his half-hard cock a good wave of stimulation as well. He couldn’t find it in himself to not give you correction though.

“You couldn’t resist it, kid.”

“Excuse me?” The offense you took surprised him. Ghost took a couple steps closer to you, settling his hands on his hips.

“You. Couldn’t. Stop. Me.” He punctuated his words with a flat, and uninterested tone to mask the sudden intrigue he had after actually managing to keep the thundering beat of his heart under control.

You, with your calm demeanor. Patience beyond humanity. Body from his own wet dreams… A better man would’ve known how to stay away from you and ignore the desires to bend you to his own will. A good man would be like Gaz. Train you with only your best interests in mind. Develop your weaknesses without thinking of all the ways he could use them against you in the most twisted and deprived ways. Learn your body and train it to be even more dangerous than it already was. Not spend every second during sparring using it as an opportunity to have you under him or wrapped up in his arms so tight you couldn’t get away.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself, L.T.,” You answer with a confidence and direct stare directly at his belt.

The remembrance of his cock straining against his pants became much more significant that his own comfort and control in that moment. Halting all thoughts aside from the way your eyes swirled with unspoken questions and plenty of ideas forming that Ghost didn’t nearly have the ability to respond to. A cold rush of panic spread through his body, and he immediately turned his back to you, spitting out some kind of dismissal as soon as her could manage it.

“We’re done today, go get cleaned up.”

Later that day, you’d not seen a single glimpse of Ghost. You’d not really meant anything mean by the mention of his… excitement, while training. It was understandable, seeing as you’d both been quite close and in very vulnerable positions that could easily skew anyones mind past the straight and narrow. You’d be lying if there weren’t times that you thought about the different ways your body could be really manhandled by your Lieutenant. He was undeniably attractive with his gruff voice and often bitter character. It made Ghost who you knew, and while you knew most people wouldn’t understand, you felt comfortable and safe around him.

Even when you felt his erection pressing against you while teaching you how to defend yourself in close combat. That whole ordeal was in the forefront of your mind in such a significant way that even Soap noticed it while you were putting together some dinner for the pair of you. Nothing special, just some pasta and chicken, but you’d nearly boiled over the pot of spaghetti twice now, and the Sergeant wasn’t so oblivious to not notice.

“You good?” He nudged you, taking the spoon from your hand and scooting you out of the way politely as to take over the cooking while you had such a hard time focusing. You’re slow to respond, still a little stuck trying to sort through your own feelings and the attempts to sort through what had happened, if it was your fault, and how in hell you were going to try and make an apology for overstepping bounds.

“Um… I have a question,” You speak up, wrapping your arms around yourself and watching Soap stir the chicken in the skillet.

“If you were sparring with a girl… and you got hard, does that mean you’re into her?”

You felt like a high school girl gossiping with her friends about how to tell if guys were crushing on you. Such a stupid question would’ve gotten you in a lot of trouble if you’d asked anyone other than Soap. Johnny looks over at you, a smirk on his face and his eyes alight with mischief. He turns around and leans against the counter with his lower back resting there causally, glancing around the kitchen and living area to see if anyone was around before answering you.

“Well lass, I can’t be sure of nothin’ more than theory…” He rubs a hand over the short and scratchy stubble growing out on his cheek. “But, if I really liked her, yeah… I’d probably get a little excited doin’ somethin’ like that.”

The topic falls into a somewhat comfortable silence after that; Allowing you to eat you dinner on the couch, stewing over not just the sight of Ghost standing right in front of you, obviously turned on in some way or another as well as Soap’s -unknowing- confirmation. Therefore by the end of your pasta, after a long stint of attempting to read a book, and debating if you’d just fucked up a very important relationship within your squad, you found yourself getting changed into some comfortable clothes and heading back down to the gym.

You didn’t bother warming up with a jog, or any real kind of strength training. You needed some kind of way to focus, and yoga was the only surefire way to shut out any other thoughts. There was just enough dedication required to work through poses correctly, that after less than ten minutes of gentle flow you’d lost a lot of the edge cutting into your peace of mind over Ghost. You’d been working on extending your ability to remain in Kapila pose, and got almost two minutes over your record when you heard the door to the gym snick open, followed by heavy footsteps walking past you towards the weight rack.

It was nearly one in the morning. No one looked for a hard workout this late night other than your Lieutenant, and he was the last person you wanted to face right now. Fuck… he was the whole reason you were pushing your limits right now, nearly reaching into the painful edge of stretches just to force your breathing and mind onto the center of balance and exertion. With your face mere inches away from the ground, sweat drips off your nose onto the mat you’re sitting on and makes a quarter-sized puddle by the time you’ve finally felt like you’ve held to pose long enough. Your flow lead you into Compass pose next, beginning the opposite leg and physically guiding yourself into a position meant for nothing more than to release tension lingering in your body. It takes a while to feel your joints and tendons finally giving up to the stress in your mind, making the hold on your foot behind your head more manageable.

It’s around that time you begin hearing the sounds of squat plates clacking against each other alongside the rich and room-filling sounds of Ghost’s quiet grunts and groans. Resisting the strong desire to imagine what his legs look like, flexing under the weight of the bar. Using massive thighs and such explosive power to push the multiple hundred pounds he’s holding over his shoulders over twenty times for racking the weight. It’s all in the sounds you can’t ignore due to forgetting your headphones. Damning you to an onslaught of delicious sounds that would’ve fell on deaf ears anywhere else on base. Overshadowing the tinges of pain in your body with the commanding nature of the Lieutenant even when he wasn’t seeking it out.

You spent nearly an entire half hour trying not to put too much weight on Ghost’s presence, working at this point just to get through your flow without drawing too much attention to yourself, or giving any reason for Ghost to say anything to you. You’d not prepared anything in the way of an apology, and you couldn’t begin to formulate one with clanking metal and his suggestive sounds filling your ears. Maddening… downright sinful in nature. Enough to make any woman squirm. And fuck were you utterly terrified that you’d chosen to wear such light colored grey leggings, because if you’d move in just the right way, the dampness growing there would be painfully obvious.

In a headstand, choosing it for nothing more than your confidence in it, you’d closed your eyes and started tapping on the mat with your fingers. Picturing your own spine and tying a string to it, using that thin string to draw your vertebrae straight and tall, lengthening your entire body and deepening your breaths. You nearly fell flat on your face when you feel fingers graze the back of your knee and tease over your calf. The wiggle in your concentration stacks your weight over your head and forearms on the floor and pitches you towards the ground.

Right away, an arm wraps around your hips and swipes you off your own control and kept you from falling to the ground. Instead of hitting your mat or the concrete you had your eyes on, you feel nothing short of muscle and stocky build pressed against the entire backside of your body as Ghost holds you upside down not unlike a sack of flour or a sniper rifle. The back of your head hits against his lower leg and you grunt a little, taken by surprise and once again finding yourself at the mercy of Ghost’s strength alone. You’re about to speak up, and are cut short by the Lieutenant literally spinning you right-side up with his free arm, holding you eye-level with him.

“Distracted?” His eyebrow raises above the cut out of his -much thinner- almost athletic mask missing the trademark skull painted on it. His hand palming your ass felt like it was branding the skin under your leggings, leaving you speechless and hanging on nothing more than the sounds of his breaths hissing through the mask.

“You… you spooked me,” You mutter, one hand bracing on his shoulder and the other somewhere on his chest… you couldn’t quite gather enough spacial awareness to connect the dots. “Made me jump is all.”

Ghost chuckled, “Spooked you?” Even his tone was mocking of the ridiculous idea you knew was so full of holes, it wouldn’t hold water. “Touching you s’enough?”

Looking down at your body pressed against his; the direct contrast of your cream colored knit sweater and his tight-fitting black shirt, the embarrassingly long distance between your feet and the floor. Everything about this meeting with Ghost was so far different than when you met on level ground in the sparring room. Then, you both knew the intentions. How to work around each other and how to go about pushing the right buttons. But now… you weren’t even close to feeling like having any power, and you were certain that the Lieutenant could feel it radiating off of you.

“Maybe it is.” Replying back, you feel his fingers dig a little into the flesh of your ass a little harder.

“Maybe its not what I’ve done that’s bothering you… but what you’ve been thinking about,” He challenged you back, looking over at the mat you’d been using. “Why you came here, pushing so hard… Ignoring me.”

All the air in your lungs evacuated when he so accurately saw right through your skull and into the deep recesses of your head. Enough that you were nodding your head just enough for Ghost to let out something of and amused kind of sound. Short of real laugher, but not nearly enough to call it a breath. Either way, there was no hiding now. You admitted it right to his face, looking deep in those dark eyes with a level of intensity you had never seen from him before.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s in your little head?”

You hadn’t the slightest idea where to begin. Should you admit that you were hungry for more about his thoughts on you? Or just admit that you’d been struggling all even with the guilt of enjoying the thought of him lusting over you and having the power to call him out over it? So many ideas popped into your head, spinning it around so quickly that y the time you spit out an answer, you were already in the changing rooms in the back of the gym; Ghost carrying you towards the counter with a mirror. He sat you down on it, slotting his hips between your spread thighs and rubbing those massive hands up your thighs like he was savoring the feeling of your muscles tensing up under his touch.

“C’mon. That was an order, soldier.” He pressed, actually pinching at the creases of your thighs made all the more defined with you sitting. “D’you have somethin’ you want to ask me? About training earlier…”

You gasped softly, twitching when his fingertips traced over the indentions in your thighs marking dimples and other imperfections that you would’ve loved to go unnoticed by his wandering hands curling around your hips and back towards your ass again, sliding you flush against his chest. Forcing you to visualize the heavier rise and fall of his chest, shadows defining the valley between his pecs and the heartbreakingly gorgeous width of his shoulders caging you in. Masterfully, this man was drawing words out of you in such a confident and almost inescapable seduction. Yet the only question you’d been struggling with was answered with nothing more than the soothing voice and teasing touch of a man who had you wrapped around his finger.

“Hmm, no questions?” His head tilted a bit, seeing you so flustered over nothing than a couple little touches.

Enjoying nothing more than how you looked at him so surprised and innocent, despite knowing just how fucking turned on you were after spotting the totally soaked crotch of your leggings after approaching you during your headstand. Unable to resist you any longer, Ghost tipped your chin up a bit to meet his gaze and purposefully softened it. Wanting to ease you into this a little more, humming lowly when your pretty lips curled into a sweet smile. Letting your head rest in his hold with every ounce of trust you showed in the field and one the mats during conditioning.

“I have a question for you. Did you like it…? Seeing me standing there with a hard cock, knowing you were the sole reason for it.” He traced his finger down the bridge of your nose gently.

“How does it make you feel inside, knowing I want to feel every inch of you. Taste your screams of my name and the slick dripping out of your cunt onto those fucking leggings you’re wearing.”

“F-felt… good,” You sputter, face flaring brightly. “Liked it a lot.”

His hands kneading harshly at your ass quickly came up to the high waist of your leggings and tugged, hard. Breaking stitches and even tearing the material on one side as he pulled those skin-tight leggings off your legs; Growling deep in his chest when the sheen of your arousal spread on your skin under the florescent light. You held on to his shoulders, helping him just enough to make sure he didn’t totally ruin your bottoms.

“I knew you did,” He snarled, throwing your pants behind him and giving you a very clear smile from behind his mask. “Such a good solider, too bad she’s a dirty little slut for her Lieutenant’s cock.”

You could help the guttural moan you let out when his fingers dipped between the slick folds of your pussy and so very gently rubbed over your swollen clit. Using his hips to keep your thighs from locking his hand into place. Ghost was as calm and collected as ever, giving you an almost placating look as you squirmed and fought between the desire to back away from the sudden intense stimulation and the desire for more. His other hand held your chin steady, tutting at you like he was disappointed when you bit your lip to try and muffle the sounds of pleasure he was giving you.

“No, you’re not allowed to do that.” He pinched your clit, making you yelp loudly and squeeze your thighs against him until they shook. “You’ll sit there and let me play with you until i’m finished, okay?” Ghost actually nodded your head up and down for you. “That means I hear every fucking sound, because they’re all mine.”

You couldn’t remember how many times you came around Ghost’s fingers before the entire countertop you sat on was pooling with your cum. Feeling it stick to your skin and the wet sensation of his mask dragging over your body as he licked and bit at your skin until the pain melted into such overwhelming ecstasy that you couldn’t hold your upper body of your own strength. You’d slumped your forehead against his chest, blabbering utter nonsense and struggling to manage just how Ghost could expertly play your body to his own desires. With a swollen and exhausted cunt still clenching around his fingers, you were being lifted off the counter and up into Ghost’s arms with the hot and thick head of his dick teasing your dripping hole.

“G-Ghost… can’t take it. Can’t take more,” You groan, clawing at his shoulders and back as he gently rolls his hips just enough to give you a taste of what he was about to stretch you out with.

“Oh yeah you can…” His breathless chuckle made your stomach churn. “You can. And you will, because I need you to come around my dick.”

In one fatal movement, you were speared onto Ghost’s cock down to the base. Crying out his name as your walls spasmed to adjust in time. Adjusting his hold on your body, the flexibility he’d lusted over while watching you worked to his advantage as he held you by your thighs, dropping your pussy back down over him. Releasing the first of many wet, sucking sounds that earned you such a deep moan of your own name that you impossibly tightened around him.

“Thaaatt’s ittt,” His punched-out praise only urged you on, creating deeper and more unavoidable desire to please him. “Such a good fuckin’ slut. Dripping down my balls… fuucck. You’re gonna make me come.”

The idea of Ghost filling you with his hot release poured hot, honeyed feelings of pleasure. You couldn’t believe there was a feeling such as deeply effecting as this. The shocking weakness in which you felt completely absorbed in to the point that you saw past the rough exterior Ghost was presenting, and understood that he wasn’t taking with your physical self, but everything else that you could offer him. Closeness, support, trust beyond what others had given… maybe even love. Sex hadn’t felt like this before. Especially the filthy way Ghost was fucking his cock up into you so deeply your cervix was curving to mold around his tip. But the connection was there and so strong that your heart was burning in your chest.

“Doin’ so good…” He murmured, wet mask brushing against your cheek and fanning damp breaths over your sensitive skin. “God m’gonna keep you right here forever,” He groaned, biting at your cheek through his mask. “My little toy. Let me make you feel good…”

That wetness in your bright eyes as you nodded up at him, whimpering broken pleads and begs for him to do it. To claim you… fill you up over and over. Never spend another day without Ghost either right next to you, or his semen dripping out of you as a reminder that you’ve been possessed by such a powerful and commanding man that would stop at nothing to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. Such intense emotional and physical feelings that sent you careening over the edge of a earth-shattering orgasm that left you quite literally screaming out his name at the top of your lungs, feeling a heavy pressure in your lower stomach break. Clamping down on Ghost’s cock and feeling overwhelming wetness soaking his pelvis and dripping down onto the floor in a gush of splatters.

“Shhiitt!” Ghost shouted out your name, stuffing his cock as deeply inside you as he could.

Feeling jets of his release flooding your pussy and overflowing the tight space until it rolled down your inner thighs in thick pearl rivulets. His hips rocked against yours, stuttering as they grew weak and his cock overstimulating against the texture and tightness. Right away the bruising grip on your ass and thighs loosened, and on unsteady legs Ghost moved you both back towards the counter and reluctantly drew himself out of you with a hiss. Too fucked out to even respond in a noticeable way, you just kept your weakened legs and arms wrapped as tightly around him as you could. Shivering with aftershocks of nearly-fried nerves and overworked muscles.

You were cradled against Ghost’s chest, with both arms protecting your body. His head resting atop yours, listening to your breaths and feeling the way you began to slowly wind down, made that much easier by his fingers trailing up and down your spine and whispered praise scratching an itch deep in your heart and brain. He was taken by you, so small and made that much smaller with nothing but that soft sweater covering your form and the little hands you’d fisted into his shirt. So pretty, and if it wasn’t for seeing your skills as a soldier, he’d think you were as breakable as a hand painted, porcelain teacup.

Duty to protect and provide washed over Ghost. So strongly that even the small chills rising on your legs were distressing him beyond what would’ve felt acceptable. He wanted you warm and feeling safe with him after taking so much for so long that you could hardly hold your own head up. Moving you again to his quarters was his next task, and he very quickly had you gathered up in his arms and the large towel you’d brought to the gym draped over your bottom half so that neither of you would have to fuss with the wet leggings that had been unintentionally soaked by your final orgasm. Ghost didn’t even bother picking them up off the floor since the right side had been ripped apart beyond repair or wearing again. Mentally, he already had plans on replacing them.

But there would be a lot of things that changed sooner than later.

He’d done everything to stay away. Pretend that he didn’t want you deep in his very bones, and ignore how heavy of a struggle it became to deny simple closeness to another human being that meant more than a cooperating operator. You would be nothing less than his sole purpose in working for. Ensuring you had everything you needed and more than you could ever ask for. He’d take nothing you gave for granted, including the total control of your body for him tonight. And he’d be certain that the next time he touched you… he would do it the right way instead of allowing the desperate side of him to try and swallow you whole. You deserved more than a rough and dominating man. And he wasn’t sure how to even go about becoming something he’d long abandoned for no other reason than survival.

But fuck if he’d be damned if he didn’t dedicate the rest of his life trying.

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quin-ns · 7 months

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ok ok ok but what about fem!reader going missing with jb and sarah at the end of season one and coming back to find that jj has her name tattooed on his arm when he thought she was gone

okay I’m actually so obsessed with this I think it triggered something in my brain (the angst aNd fluff??) 😳 irl I won’t advocate for getting names tattooed but in fiction? To have a man that dedicated-

Permanent (JJ Maybank x Reader)

The last thing you expected was the run into your best friends in Charleston. It seemed like something out of a dream, but it was really them.

You couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for all of them. They must’ve thought you were dead the way the boat collapsed. Hell, you thought you were a goner until you, Sarah, and John B were rescued. Of course that didn’t turn out as good as it could’ve, but you were on your way home now and that’s what mattered.

You didn’t even get to speak, JJ was slamming into you with the biggest hug you’d ever received in your life. Your boyfriend held you tight, one arm locked around your waist, while the other cradled your head against him like you might slip away.

It had happened before.

Chaos of the reunion was all around you, but you were focused on just holding the love of your life.

You felt two more bodies collide into yourself, Kie and Pope’s voices overlapping as they joining in the hug after they reencountered John B and Sarah.

Tears of joy pricked in your eyes as you all finally parted.

John B stole JJ’s attention pretty quickly, pulling him into a hug. The sight made you smile, and it was the same when JJ and Sarah shared a hug while you got solo hugs from Kie then Pope. They hadn’t gotten that close, but it was safe to say you all missed each other.

When you all seperated, JJ turned back to you.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now,” he spoke first, sounding both awestruck and overwhelmed with joy.

JJ’s hands reached to grab yours, his gorgeous blue eyes stayed locked with yours. God, you missed those eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he joined you.

“What are you guys even doing here? I…” you didn’t know why you glanced down, but you did. Something on JJ’s left arm made you trail off.

In large, black ink, your name was scrawled across the inner side of his forearm.

Your jaw dropped and you looked up at him.

“I hate to interrupt, but we should go,” Pope urged.

You wouldn’t get to ask him about the tattoo until you got back to the Outer Banks. A lot of shit had gone down, not just on your, Sarah’s, and John B’s end, but back home too.

As you sat around the Chateau patio, you exchanged stories, all jumping in randomly over one another to add details or ask questions because so much had happened.

As you sat by JJ’s side on the couch—he was basically melded to your side. You couldn’t have been happier. Your hands were laced together, reminding one another that you were really here.

You kept getting distracted by his arm. It was your name in a tattoo. A permanent tattoo.

As it got later and later, your friends started to trickle inside to sleep. Eventually, it was just you and JJ.

“Do you like it?” he asked suddenly, interrupting as you recounted the way Sarah had snuck you all into a fancy hotel. Your eyes snapped up to his, realizing you’d been looking at the tattoo again. “I know you wanna ask.”

He didn’t seem offended or annoyed, there was actually a hint of a smirk on his face. He’d been wearing that look all day, and it was usually paired with murmurs of him saying how happy he was to have you back home.

“Did it hurt?” you wondered, avoiding the real question.

JJ laughed, but answered with, “Not really.”

“You got my name on your arm,” you stated bluntly. Not mad, just surprised. “Like, forever.”

The expression on his face got a little more serious. You saw his gaze fall briefly to his arm and he swallowed.

“I thought you were dead,” JJ recalled distantly. “And I thought… I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you guys—without you.”

You frowned at his confession, but didn’t speak yet. He was struggling to find the words, but you knew he had more to say. You hadn’t had a chance to talk about it yet.

“It was awful,” he continued grimly, eyes finding yours. You wished you could wipe the frown off of his face because it broke your heart. “Everyday was awful. And if I didn’t do something, I…” he shook his head. “It made me feel better. I got to have you with me everyday in some way.” JJ rubbed his arm, smiling sadly. “You know I always loved your name.”

You laughed tearfully at that, picking up on the lightheartedness in his tone, wiping your eyes. You didn’t even realize droplets had formed.

“That’s so sweet, JJ.”

“I love you,” JJ told you. “And I’m so fucking happy your back.” His smile turned more joyful. “And now I get to have you with me everyday for real.” He squeezed your hand. “Don’t even try to shake me, you’re not getting rid of me now.”

It was his turn to laugh, and you dramatically rolled your eyes at the deprecating humor. The hand that wasn’t holding JJ’s cupped the back of his neck. You pulled him into a loving, long overdue kiss.

When you parted, met his eyes again. You never wanted to look away.

“I love you, too,” you told him with a soft smile. “And I missed you every single day.”

“Same here,” JJ told you, a small smirk breaking out on his face. He held up his tattooed arm. “Clearly.”

You cut your own laugh off again as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

You were so happy to be home.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #outer banks #obx #request #quin-ns writing #asks

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neteyamloverr · 25 days

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Not Safe For Work

Pairing: MiguelxFemReader!

Summary: You are an esteemed scientist who works in the spider society Alchemax in Nueva York. Miguel O'hara is your best friend and coworker who happens to have a high sex drive this week. You tease him until he can't take it anymore.

3.1k words (Kind of unedited :b )

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, P n V, no protection! + rough(ish) sex (wrap it before you tap it irl guys pls), Switch!Miguel (but mostly dom), creampie, oral/fingering f receiving, slight choking!, Dacryphilia, pet names (Cariño, Hermosa)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this😭School was kicking my ass and a lots been going on. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first ever fanfic and please please please write me requests in my inbox!!!!

Miguel couldn’t get his mind off of you.

It felt strange for him to admit that, even though he was your best friend. For him to admit that he was craving you, that he was feeling needy, it felt so…embarrassing. He wakes up to the thought of your body every morning, ashamedly stroking himself in the shower before work and imagining his hand was yours. But he wanted more than just the sad release of his own fist. He needed you

*****

You arrive at work early, wearing your favorite new formal suit. Your short pencil skirt especially, was tight in all the right places, accentuating the shape of your body. It had only become your favorite suit because you noticed it got Miguel the most hot and bothered compared to your other outfits. Over the last few weeks you’ve been wearing slightly more and more revealing things, breaking the lab safety code. Off the shoulder and cleavage-showing shirts, skin tight dresses, mid thigh and mini skirts. Your heels especially were a violation of the safety code with them tripping hazards themselves. Walking into your shared lab, bag in hand, you see Miguel and walk over to his desk

“Hey Migs” you whisper in his ear, bending over to look at his computer as he types. He immediately stops typing when he feels your warm breath on his ear. He gets flustered and feels his breathing quickening before taking in your sweet scent. “Hey, what's up?” he murmured back, a smile creeping onto his lips. His eyes scanned you from head to toe subconsciously.

“What are you working on?”

“Just going over some test results… what are you doing here so early anyways…?” he replies softly

You arrived early to get the jump on the large pile of files you had to do pertaining to the lab testing “I have some more testing to finish up and a shit ton of files to fill out for it too.” you rested your arms around his neck, your breath still tickling his cheek and chest pressed against his back

Miguel's breath hitched. Savoring the feeling of your warmth around him, he swallows the lump in his throat and shifts in his seat. His pants start to feel a little too tight. Leaning forward slightly, he tries to hide the fact that you’re already starting to turn him on. This was going to be a long day for him..

*****

Throughout the day, he had to restrain himself. You’d do little things that “unintentionally” turn him on. Every time you bend over, your lace panties show from under your short pencil skirt. Whenever you walk, your ass and thighs jiggle. Your bra is just barely a size too small, making your boobs slightly spill out of your half unbuttoned dress shirt. The way you purr his name drives him crazy. He felt himself becoming more aroused with every passing moment when eyes follow the gentle curve of your hips, watching you walk around the lab doing your testing.

He steals glances at you, often staring for almost too long. And of course you noticed. You noticed even the slightest things about him. How his gaze drifted to your lips and their wet appearance when you applied your lipgloss. The way you walked across the office, when you bend over to pick something up and he turns his head. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn’t help himself.

He imagines how you look naked, though your suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He imagines what it’d feel like to be inside you, or to have you riding his face;How you'd sound moaning his name from your pretty lips while he eat s you out. He wants to know what it would feel like to sink his teeth into your neck, to make you feel so good you cry. His hard bulge strained against his pants but tried not to show it. You weren't getting the verbal reaction you wanted out of him so you came up with an idea. Suddenly there was a light thud. Your lipgloss fell onto the floor and rolled somewhere.

“What was that- oh” You bent over, getting on your knees to look for it underneath the desk. You groan in frustration and arch your back as you reach your arm under, “struggling” to get the lipgloss. He notices…but this time, he could barely hold his composure.

His pulse was racing.

His palms were sweaty.

His breath was shallow.

He couldn't believe this…It was just a simple excuse to drive him crazy, right?

Your arching back, your exposed ass…You didn't want to pick up the damned lip gloss. You did this on purpose he realized.

A small moan escaped him at the sight of under your skirt. Miguel grips the arms of his chair firmly while his toes curl in his shoes at the slight friction against the fabric.

“God damn it…”

“Miguel…you okay?” when you hear something like a moan out of him, you become concerned, or at least that’s what he thinks.

“You're doing it on purpose aren't you…” he chokes out.

“What are you talking about..? I don't-” You’re “confused” by what he's saying and you get up from under your desk, seeing that he's turning red and has sweat dripping from his forehead.

Immediately, you walk over to him feeling his face and forehead to see if he's hot. “What happened to you? You’re burning up.”

“You happened to me…You keep on teasing me on purpose. The way you bent over, the suit you wore today, the way you keep touching me…don't act like you don't know what im talking about”

He doesn't want to scare you off with his desperateness but he's struggling not to bend you over his desk and just take you right there.

You struggled to think of an explanation quickly as he called you out “Well I just-” He caught you in a lie.

“You're not making this easy for me” he whispers, his breathing quickening. At this point he could feel himself throbbing.

“I never expected you to react that strongly…” you say under your breath folding your arms and looking down at his sitting figure.

With you standing between his open legs, he traces your body with his fixed gaze, unashamedly this time. He pulls you by your wrist and rests his hands on your hips, caressing your body up and down slowly. He holds his forehead to your stomach and groans in frustration as the sweet smell of your perfume clouds his thoughts

“No puedo más- no puedo más-” he mutters under his breath

He’s interrupted by your knee coming in contact with his crotch between his legs and his mouth falls open to your proximity. “Fuck-�� he inhales sharply. He clenches his jaw so tight, he's sure he almost broke a fang. You smile as you finally get the verbal reaction you were waiting. As Miguel rips open your dress shirt, the buttons fly off, kissing around your stomach and giving in to your efforts to tempt him.

Your heartbeat quickens and your breaths become slightly labored. This was exactly what you wanted; For him to be at your beck and call. Standing up slowly, he went from looking up at you to looking down at you. Your figure was significantly smaller than his and he towered over you by more than foot. Miguel becomes more desperate by the minute, not hesitating to ravage you, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear how much he needs you. “Te necesito tan malo…” he muttered. (I need you so badly…)

He throws the stacks of paper off of his desk while still kissing your neck and his large hands lift you up onto it, gripping your hips tightly. You let out a slight moan of content while holding his head to your neck. His lips trail kisses down your neck, to your breasts where he takes one nipple into his mouth. He feels you shudder beneath him as he continues to tease your nipples while his other hand finds his way under your skirt, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties and tights. Miguel could feel the fabric becoming soaked

After leaving your chest with hickeys and bruises, he slowly gets onto his knees, now looking up at you again, silently asking if it’s okay to continue. You give a slight nod and lazily, he starts to pull down your skirt but just after, he impatiently rips a hole in your tights and pulls aside the thin white lace panties you were wearing. Your expensive tights are now in ruin because of the man down on his knees for you.

“Miguel those were expens-oh god…” The sentence faded into a slight moan.

You brought your hand down to his hair pulling slightly as he worked his way down, kissing your stomach again. You’re surprised when he throws your legs up over his shoulders and it makes your walls flutter around nothing while he nips and bites at your inner thighs, leaving behind dark reddened marks. He lifts his head up slightly to say:

“I’ll buy you new ones cariño, I promise”

He immediately buries himself between your legs again. This time instead of kissing your thighs, he works his tongue. He licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit, earning whimpers and moans of his name from your sweet lips. “Miguel…” You instinctively buck and grind your hips against his mouth. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick but he didn't care because God did he love the taste of you. He ate you out like a starving man, slurping up every bit of your juices.

In fact, he really was starving. He was always eager to taste you but never knew how to admit it to you. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs tightly. Miguel pushes his tongue inside of you and tilts his head up with a lustful look in his eyes. He pulls back slightly, with a string of saliva between his mouth and your wet entrance. He swears he could get himself off and cum in his pants just by hearing you moan and squirm against his face.

Suddenly his thumb gently rubs circles over your clit and slips 2 digits inside you. You gasp in surprise, arching your back and grabbing a fist full of his hair. You pushed his face further between your legs as he worked his tongue and fingers in tandem;They pumped in and out of you at a fast pace, all while he was sucking at your clit.

Your legs close in around his head and heat pools rapidly in your lower abdomen, spreading like wildfire while your legs start to shake. Strings of curses leave your mouth as your orgasm approaches, but just as you feel your release sneaking up on you, Miguel takes out his fingers and pulls his face away with a slight pop. He ended your high rudely.

“...Fuck!...Miguel? What was that for??” you exclaim before you barely catch your breath

He licks his two fingers clean of your slick

“Don't worry, I’m not done yet.”

He hastily loosens the buckle of his belt and in one swift motion pulls down his boxers and dress pants, freeing this hardened length. Precum was already dripping from his aching tip.

It’s risky to be fucking out in the open of his office like this but after how you made him feel, he needed this. You both did. Miguel pushes your back down onto the desk and its sudden coldness makes you shiver. Eager to be inside of you, he steps between your legs and holds up your already shaking thighs and positions himself at your entrance.

As he eases into you, he pushes your thighs further and further in towards your stomach, completely exposing you so he could see the way your wetness coats him. You gasp and your walls tighten even more so than before

“Fuckkk you’re so tight…” he groans

Miguel buries himself inside of you before pulling out and thrusting back in again at a painfully slow pace. You could tell he was getting you back for the teasing you put him through the entire day. But just when you’re about to ask him to speed up, he does. It's like he read your mind. His hips thrust forward into yours. As eager as he is, he's trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t end up hurting you by accident.

He has to be at least 8 or more inches;Quite girthy too. Every time his cock slammed into you, his tip hit your cervix. It was almost too much to handle, but you tried not to say anything. Well…it's not like you could anyways. He was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t even form sentences. Your body felt like it was burning up at the core and his office desk creaks beneath you with each thrust he makes. You just hoped the walls weren't thin because if they were, that was a one way ticket to getting fired.

Miguel bent forward while still pounding the life out of you, kissing and nipping at your chest again. It sends you over the edge. “T-Too much Miguel…” He pulls his face away and looks at your expression, distorted with pleasure, sweat dripping from your forehead and eyes rolling back. He puts a hand gently around your throat. “You can take it querida, just a little longer~” he whispers into your ear and you moan in response, mouth agape. He feels so good that you start to tear up.

“Shhh…You're doing so well for me…” He hushes and praises you with his sweet words as his thrusts become sloppy and unrhythmic and you’re both nearing your orgasms. A white ring of your mixed juices forming at the base of his shaft

The noises of his hips slapping against your ass and the lewdness of both of your moaning fills the room. Still holding your thighs to your stomach, he leans forward and rests your calves over his shoulders so he can drive himself deeper into you. He then reaches down between your legs and rubs your clit roughly, chasing his high, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels your walls contract and squeeze his cock. “I want you to look at me hermosa…I wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me” he groans

He knows you're close so he positions himself to be brushing your g-spot every single time he pumps into you. Your thighs shake and you press your nails into his back but he's too pussy drunk to care. You scream out his name and tears fall from your eyes as your orgasm rips through your body. With the way you were sucking him in, and the moans you got out of him, you were practically milking him. Seeing your body spasming, writhing in pleasure under him, all while you look at him with tears in your eyes, god that really does something to him.

Miguel growls as he feels your orgasm wash over you, pushing deeper into you, hips shuddering. His own orgasm soon follows, pulsing hotly inside you as he groans out his warm release, eyes squeezing shut while he mumbles incoherent spanish and pathetic moans into your ear. The two of you are panting and exhausted and he lets his body collapse on yours

“You did so good for me” he whispers and litters your face in kisses

He pulls out slowly with a groan, a stream of his cum flowing out from your slit and onto the desk. You both made quite a mess

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me, you know that?” He smiles seeing your flustered reaction and takes your sore calves off of his shoulders.

“Miguel!” You playfully slap his shoulder. “You shouldn’t say those things…”

“Even prettier when you cry too” he teases

He laughs at your response and kisses your face one more time “Come on lets get’s get you cleaned up”

Miguel helps you sit up on the desk and grabs a small towel from his half bathroom, damp with water. He spreads your thighs apart and wipes them off along with his desk, looking down at you with a soft expression on his face.

You wince at the coldness of it but appreciate his gentle gestures. You never thought he could be so gentle. He was always stern and serious, always rough.

“Sorry, I’ll try to hurry up.”

After he cleans you off, he cleans himself off and dresses again. He gives you one of his lab coats since y’know…he kinda ripped your clothes earlier. He thought it looked so cute on you, oversized and almost dragging on the floor

Carrying you to the couch of his office, he kisses your forehead and covers you with a small blanket so you can rest your body. He really did a number on you. You don’t even think you’ll be able to walk for a for a few hours…

“You should try and sleep. Ill wake you up in an hour or so”

“But what about the testing-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it”

You nod and he looks at you almost lovingly and brushes the hair out of your face. He stayed by you until gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED MY FIRST FANCICTIONNN 🫶🏾 (Dick so good he put you to sleep LMAO) I dont actually know when Ill have the time again to write but I’ll keep you all posted. Please please please leave me advice and most of all requests for inspiration!! 🙏🏾See you in a while!!

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lazywriter-artist · 18 days

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I have been tagged smh smh— looking at you @systembug

Currently watching: eerrrmmm— sweats in man who can’t start series last I was trying to watch was my rewatch of cells at work (I Lurv Lurv Lurv it so much 🥰🥰🥰) and was trying to start the ace attorney anime (also lurv a lot) & I think rewatch one punch man or maybe assassination classroom—

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: probably sweet and savory depending on the mood, not the hugest spicy fan but I will sometimes enjoy it also :3

Relationship status: currently single and not really looking to mingle 👍 traditional relationships don’t tend to be my bag for many reasons (aro/Ace spec moment B>) but I do love having some homies to vibe with o7

Current obsession: warhammer— oh god warhammer- ya guys don’t understand man— I have so many ocs I haven’t posted it’s so bad- / pos I just Lurv it so so so much 🥺🥺 would kill for warhammer- chewing on my space marine figures so so so so so much arghhh (also yeah in the span of like 3 weeks I bought 5 action figures for warhammer bc I am in fact obsessed) the irls and non-warhammer mutuals fear when its name is mentioned /J

Last thing I googled: Military nicknames

For some ideas for some guardsmen ocs ^w^

Hehehe @m0rbidm1nk @thrill-zilla-0v0 @krynnmeridia @wolf-tail @v01d-v0r4c10us an invite for you guys :)!! If y’all wanna ofc ofc

#ask game #lazy blab #lazy text #get to know me #hope I got the idea here right lol—#get so nervous over this lnao ideky #I’m just a silly dumbass

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for faking my ex-"girlfriend" and i's relationship?

Context: I (nb) became friends with someone I'll call B (f) back in late 2019. we were online friends until start of last year, and to say just online friends is a (partial) lie. we were in what could only be described as a very codependent relationship.

The Event : The problems started in early 2022, when i came out as trans to our shared friend group. she reacted a light negative way, and continued to use the incorrect pronouns for me, and my username instead of my new chosen name. this is when shit started to hit the fan.

A month or so goes by, and she says some vaguely veiled homophobic shit along the lines of "can you stop talking about *insert celebrity name here* ? i dont need you to shove that stuff in my face. (the stuff in question being the fact that i am nblw)"

I of course, told her that came off homophobic,and to not say stuff similar to it. This made her see red. She started yelling about how she was doing so much hard work by respecting my identity and to give her a break, and that if anything I was the one making a big deal out of nothing.

I explain why this isnt the case, and this results in a hour long fight which ends in her saying that she gets hate-crimed every day for "being straight and white EVERY DAY", calls me 'heterophobic', calls me a sinner, calls the other trans people in our group sinners, and gets 90% of our friends to block me.

I vent about this to my brother, to which we (as a joke) make a plan. I, for the foreseeable future, call her my ex gf. because there's nothing worse for her than being perceived as a fellow "sinner".

I have done this for 1 1/2 years now, and have told one of my old online friends about it, to which they said i was a horrible person for this, and that she had done nothing wrong in the first place. AITA?

TLDR: homophobic and transphobic friend of 2 years called me 'heterophobic', says homophobic and transphobic things to me, and the other trans people she knows. I retaliate by calling her my ex-girlfriend online and to my irl friends, and have been doing this for ~1 1/2 years.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Jamil, Idia: Desires so Deep

Ignore me getting a late start on this new birthday series 💀 (Got busy with irl stuff!!)

Oddly enough, the vignettes don’t mention Jamil’s birthday at all; they’re at the National Art Museum in the Land of Dawning to celebrate its 100th anniversary. It seems this new series (Platinum Jacket) will have vignettes with more focus on how the boys relate to and what they think about important historical figures in Twisted Wonderland!

… Also, the fact that the book 7 part 5 update came out a few days before Jamil’s birthday… and then his vignettes go and show a Maleficent painting in them… Yeah 😭 but what’s even funnier to me is that Idia calls Jamil a chuunibyou WHich iS SO ACCURATE, THANK YoU fOR CALLinG HIS ASS OuT, KING 🙏 What is Jamil doing in that sussy Groovy if not being a chunni…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Contained within a shining platinum frame was an illustration of a starry scene. A man in a fine white turban crowned by a single violet plume. A woman, perched on a balcony, in a refreshing blue-green, a jasmine flower set into her long, dark braid.

They stared longingly into each other’s eyes, conveying an emotion not spoken aloud. No words were needed for what they had: a love so tender it made the night weep. The stars into glittering tears sliding down the face of darkness.

Standing before the painting of the happy couple, Jamil folded his arms and frowned.

… Can feelings truly defy social status?

"A street rat marrying a princess… Hah."

His fingers curled to fists, digging into the pristine white fabric of his suit. Jamil's expression remained neutral, no hint of the bitterness brewing within. He was a master of leashing it.

What nonsense. I doubt their happiness lasted long. The difference in their standing is far too vast to be bridged.

Jamil lowered his gaze and looked away.

Adjacent to the loving pair was a spindly man with a curled goatee. His crimson and black headdress resembled the flared hood of a desert viper—a look iconic to the Sorcerer of the Sands. He gleefully clasped a golden oil lamp in his long, bony fingers. A remarkable achievement, an item he had been searching his entire life for.

Now, here was a great man. Someone who had slaved away and earned his reputation, climbed in social ranks on merit alone. The Sorcerer of the Sands would die a highly accomplished man, advisor to a sultan, renown scholar mage, and seeker of truth.

The very symbol of Scarabia’s spirit of deliberation.

"Jamil-shi?"

The voice was soft and nervous, like that of a specter not yet parted from this world. A faint blue glow fell upon the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Jamil turned, releasing a sigh when he realized who had appeared beside him. "... Oh. It's you, Idia-senpai."

"Eeep!" His upperclassman jumped at the mention of his name. He clung to the doorway, and anxiety evident on his pale face.

"Well? Don't let my presence deter you from appreciating the artwork."

"N-No, that's okay!! It was getting to be too crowded in the main hall, so I wanted to dip and take a breather somewhere quiet to let my stamina recharge... b-but that's completely pointless if other people are still around!"

"You won't even notice me. I not a snake—I don't bite," Jamil insisted flatly. Not unless I want to. "You look suspicious lurking in the doorframe. You may as well come in."

Left with no other choice, Idia awkwardly shuffled into the exhibit.

He positioned himself a good distance away from Jamil, not saying so much as a word as he stared at an ornate figure of a broad-bodied ape. Its lips were twisted into a grotesquely wide smile.

Nestled in the monkey’s palms was a massive red jewel, glistening even in the scarce light. Idia's own terrified reflection bounced back at him in the gem’s many facets.

"Can't believe I got dragged out for this," the third year grumbled under his breath. "I-I wanted to go to that pop-up Sled Over Heels collab cafe with the walk-in museum... Instead I have to be here and gawk at the same pictures I've seen over and over again in magic history textbooks... Aaah, it totally doesn't compare at all to cute anime girls pouring all their passion into the artful sport of sledding!"

Some small, fragmented part of Jamil grimaced at the disrespect, try as he might to close off his ears, to not engage. No good ever comes of provoking a stubborn mule, he chided himself.

But the devil on his left shoulder pounced.

"Idia-senpai," Jamil spoke carefully, a slight edge to his voice. It made the hairs on the back of Idia's neck stand at attention. "Are you not a fan of this style of artwork? Or is it the subject matter you find distasteful?"

His upperclassmen startled. Horrified as the realization that Jamil had heard his every complaint, the tips of his flaming hair colored pink.

"W-Well... I'm not exactly a buff for this kind of thing," Idia stuttered. "It's ancient history. Been there, don’t that. Th-There's really no point in being on that grind cycle if it all just amounts to the same ending anyway. That's basically all history is, anyway."

Jamil bristled—though he took care to not let it show. "I beg to differ. The story of the Sorcerer of the Sands defies such paltry notions. He struggled much in his life, even served under a carefree, incompetent sultan that barely listened to a work he said.”

I know what that’s like.

“Jamil…!”

A smile he thoroughly detested flashed in his mind. So big and pearly and irritating as he offered him his hand.

“Let’s start over. We can be rivals… but we can be friends too.”

But that boy was a fool.

Feelings can’t trump social status. Not then, not now. Not ever.

“And yet it was thanks to his contributions that he is remembered today as one of the greatest men to have ever lived. The Sorcerer of the Sands was able to break free and live as he desired. He acquired the Genie of the Lamp and phenomenal cosmic power. He decided his own destiny.”

"Uweh, sounds like he's your kami-oshi, Jamil-shi... I guess it makes sense though, since you and the Sorcerer of the Sands are the same character archetype and everything. Chunnibyous gotta stick together and all…”

"… What is that supposed to mean?" Jamil planted his hands on his hips. He didn’t understand all of Idia’s slang, but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Idia's eyes—wide and anxious—cut away from him. “I-It’s nothing important…”

“Then why are you hiding it?”

“B-Because you’re definitely the type who would hold a grudge if anyone pisses you off!!”

“How rude. I’m offended that you think so lowly of me.” Jamil allowed himself a little smirk. “I’ll have you know that I won’t stop there. In fact, I’ll enact a vengeance plot so excruciatingly humiliating that you won’t ever be able to face the light of day comfortably again.”

“S-See?! That’s what I meant!! Y-You’re a certified chuunibyou!!”

“Whatever that means, I assure you that I’m not. Is it so wrong to look back on history and to appreciate how far we’ve come since?”

“Th-That’s…”

Jamil found himself returning to the painting of the Sorcerer with the lamp. He was almost drawn to it, lulled into a hypnotic trance. An item that could make all of his hopes come true…

“Let me ask you this: if you could have any wish granted, what would that wish be?”

“E-Eh?! Any wish…” Idia fiddled with the glittering buttons on his suit. He nibbled on his lower lip, a darkness having swept up what little color there was left to him. “I-I can’t say it, but… more than anything, there’s someone I want to say goodbye to.”

“I see. A fond farewell.”

Letting go.

Jamil’s chest tightened.

In a distant memory, flowers of fire lit up the night. He had been dancing then, hair and fabric flying as he spun and spun and spun. When had he last felt so free? His wings unbound, the sky as his limits.

“As for myself, what I wish for most of all is…”

He glanced back at the painting of the two lovers. Star-crossed, against a star-streaked sky. Adventure calling, liberation beckoning.

A look most malicious graced his careful controlled features. Lips in a lopsided smirk, eyes like daggers, glinting sinisterly in the dark. Concealed weapons rising to the surface.

“… to be well-connected with people who may prove useful in attaining my dreams. Yes, that’s it. Useful.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Idia Shroud #Jamil Viper #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Jafar #Aladdin #Princess Jasmine #something no one asked for #Jamil birthday takeover #Zazu #Maleficent

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moonshine-nightlight · 4 months

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2024 Writing - Plans

similar to last year, i wanted to post a little look forward at my plans for writing this year are. the necessary disclaimer: this is 100% high level, optimistic, ideal situation and subject to change but i still like thinking about it and posting for anyone who's interested. see this post for last years!

so, i like separating things out it mini goals/sections so see below:

Nothing's Wrong with Dale: with DSM self-published under my belt, I'd like to focus on the NWWD publishing journey next! The main obstacles/costs are time and money. Hiring an editor and a cover artist are the pricey-est part of the process but my own edit (first to convert everything from 2nd POV to 3rd POV and then another high-level edit/revise once i've got it in the right POV) will take the most time and needs to be done before i hand it over to an editor. Then after the editor takes their time (and NWWD is much longer than DSM), and finally i need to process all of their edits as well. And i need to do all of this while i do my day job lol.

i've already converted the first 11 chapters to 3rd POV (i hav some IRL friends/betas who only read that version, so if u feel like the tumblr version took a lot of time lol). the timing of being able to publish this year will all end up depending on how quickly i can do all that and kick off the part of the process that depends on outside parties. Even if i manage to self-publish in this year, i don't expect it to come out until lik December and even that's ideal, super best case scenario.

Long Stories: I want to outline both A Perfectly Ordinary Research Position and Shadow Diplomacy and then pick one to be the new long story on here. I do what i call a chapter outline and a scene outline, which is confusing to not!me because the scene = a chapter on here. i should probably rename that process lol. (NWWD was 11 'chapters' and 35 'scenes' for reference).

once i pick a project, i just hope to post as many chapters as i can. Since this will be new, long, and likely just building steam, i actually think it'll be my lower priority after the Short Stories and NWWD publishing, but we'll see. i'd like to start putting that up in June, according to my tentative 2024 schedule.

Short Stories: Since i didn't get as many of these done in 2023 and they've been haunting my brain longer, i want to for sure get some of these shorter stories done. learning from last years overestimation lol, i plan to post 3 short stories: Courtship Confusion, Feral, and finish Free Piano: Haunted, in that order. i'm excited about all these stories and will let me cover 3 different types of pairings (although technically all are Reader) which is fun. All have been outlined and have parts and pieces written. I wish Feral and FPH could both happen in the fall but the timing just doesnt work out so summers gonna b a little spooky lol.

The schedule i worked out makes it so all this will be possible, but also basically has no breaks in sunday postings after my haitus which is beyond optimistic but i lik to start overly confident lol

Hiatus: this is also your reminder that my work has a specific Busy Season which honestly started already (lucky me) and i will b beyond busy Jan-March at a minimum. i hav more projects than ever with my promotion, a lot to learn, and a lot to juggle so minimum 6 day work weeks will be the name of the game - but hopefully all goes well and i'll get a nice bonus i can feed directly to my editors lol

anyway, that's where i'm at right now and I'm looking forward to all the exciting writing and publishing to come in 2024!

Feel free to send in any asks about upcoming/current stories!

Thanks again for all your support in 2023 and Happy New Year!

#my writing #writing status #2024 plans #yearly overview #story status #nothing's wrong with dale #courtship confusion #feral #free piano: haunted #self-publishing #editing #lov to shoot high lol #rly rly thank you for all the support you've given these past few years #i'm still so excited to be doing so much with my original works #:D

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Thai Names & BL

Why SO Weird (to Westerners)

You're looking for information on the Thai chue len.

We might say "nickname" but the actual translation is "play name." And it's what an anthropologist might call a "use name." So this is the name you go by IRL, not necessarily your legal name.

First I should say that this is a lot more common than westerns realize, even in our own past. Many Roman women, for example, we know operated under what amounts to a chue len. And it was probubly quite common among the lower classes in Ancient Egypt and Greece, too. But since the poor and females are chronically understudied there isn’t a ton of data (or written records, for that matter).

The chue len has to do in part with the history of names in Thailand, and the fact that until relatively recently most people only had a given name and a chue len, and then when government regulations went into effect mandating a last names it quickly became really complicated.

You can read a great article on Thai naming conventions here. It’s fun to learn about. I highly recommend it. And I am going to assume you did read it and now talk only about the bits left out and odd.

The bit most BL watchers ask me about is answered in this statement:

“Many Thai nicknames are derived from English words. They may be English sounding names (such as ‘Anna’) or more obscure words that are chosen for their meaning, e.g. Book (symbolising intelligence), Bank (symbolising wealth).”

However, like most English words used in Thai, they aren’t pronounced the way we would pronounce them. (Hell when have you ever heard an American pronounce something like a Brit, anyway?)

One amusing example is “bur” which is Thai for “phone number.” It’s our word, but they made it... better. You can watch Dean ask for Pharm’s digits using just this one word (in the scene where he drops him off for the first time in UWMA).

What the article doesn't say about chue len is that sometimes they are chosen for fun/silly as a baby name (like fatty) and then changed by the person themselves at any point in their life.

You can opt to change your chue len whenever you want, since it's not a legal name. Also its not uncommon to have different ones with different groups (so one for friends, another for family, one for the public if you’re a celebrity, another for your lover).

Daonuea (literally starnorth AKA Polaris or the Northstar) in Star in My Mind does this, he uses two: Nuea with friends, Dao with intimates.

I hope you can see how in a language where you use your OWN NAME for the I pronoun regularly, this is VERY easy to do?

Also, the article doesn’t say that a chue len can also be based on a popular band/idol/actor at the time of birth. I understand from my Thai bestie that Golf/Gulf was one of these for a while back in the 90s? I think.

Anyway, I also found Thai names odd to start, now I barely notice or register. Partly because what we read in English captions often doesn’t really sound like what’s being said.

For example, both Tine & Type sound the same to me, like Tyyyyee.

Also I amuse myself with wondering how they got that name. Like if a baby is named Bbomb - erm, did they blow out their diaper all the time? Probubly not because that’s very English culture specific, but I’m still amused. Was War a really violent child? Are all those Flukes happy accidents? Why is Gameplay called Gameplay? Was he a big gamer who chose it for himself? Or did his parents get together because of an in-game romance?

It’s fun to think about the reason, because there usually is one.

There’s another naming convention the article doesn’t really talk about, which is all the chue lens amongst siblings often either rhyme (e.g. Win & Lin in Cupid’s Last Wish) or start with the same letter. Thai BL Kpop idol Bambam of GOT7 talks about this (he and his sibs all have B names). And also, hilariously, the fact that he actually doesn’t know his own brother’s given name because they have always just used the chue len with each other so he never had to learn it.

Some actors will take and go by (at least for a time) a more western sounding name (Phoom --> Pavel) but you’ll hear their Thai friends using their Thai name or a different chue len (much like some Korean idols). Others will go by a Thai name for in country work (Stewart --> Perth).

There is an episode of 2022′s Safe House where GMMTV actors all talk about their use names and where they come from and their siblings names etc... but no one ever translated it and I’m a dumbass who didn’t save that ep to link, sorry.

Here on Tumblr we tend to tag actors by their chue len + given name, partly because many actors choose that as their social media handles on IG etc...

Finally, you can watch Perth talk about some of this here on his YT channel.

from a question from @doorajar

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#thai bl #thai names #why are thai names so weird #thai given names #chue len #thai cheu len #thai nickname #war wanarat #gameplay garnpaphon #tharntype #Gulf Kanawut #pavel phoom #Perth Nakhun #Perth Stewart #thai linguistics #thai language

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yippee yippee yippee yippee eimear con haul!!!!

Hi. It was my birthday recently and I'm bad to shop for so instead of gifts I got money to spend at Kaizokucon. So here's a haul. Under the cut bcos I couldnt fit it nicely in one picture and I wanna ramble

ok we're gonna take it one picture at a time ^_^ the ID in the alt text explains what everything is if u just wanna see what i got without the rambling sure to come with it. links in rambling r to the artists of the fan stuff where i can find em ^_^ only one of them is a direct link to the product tho bcos some ppls shops r down and some ppl dont have all their stuff online. lemons_arent_green youre a real one

Ok the flat stuff!!! black rock shooter poster bcos i already have a figure but i liek her... badass anime girl ily.... was so so sure i saw a reigen keychain but when i went to go get one there weren't any so i got this sticker sheet instead :3 SPEAKING OF KEYCHAINS!!! yippee yippee kaguya i love you youre my special little tiempsy. yue you are a gay anime boy with a cool design. tomoyo ive always felt a kinship with you and its because im a desperate dyke. monokuma is here ig 🙄 i put him on my carabiner and hes fun to stim with. i am not immune to the sdr2 fanboying. also full disclosure ive not watched naruto (its in the spreadsheet) i just thought funko pop sasuke keychain was really really funny. my son who stares into my soul. comparatively i dont have as much to say on the badges!! luka luka fever for real girlie ily. the bandori ones were blind bags and i got himari on my first try <3<3<3<3<3<3 sorry eve i kind of dont care. 🙁 the dr girlies i kinda picked at random based on who i've been vibing w lately.

THE POKEMON DIORAMA!!!! its soooo cool, staff were setting up the trade hall so i was in there all day friday and this shop was one of the first to set up their stands and i was literally staring at it all day... so fucking awesome. the rings n the necklace r from the same shop look at them... im fucking obsessed w the catgirl necklace. literally look at her. i dont thiiink shes supposed to be a specific character but she might be. oh well. cat girl ily. aaaand the arisa stand is actually a little clip for papers n stuff!! she was also a blind box but specifically for popipa so i was gonna b happy w whoever <3

MIIIIKUUUUUU MY PRINCESS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! she was calling to me she beckoned..... shes actually rlly big irl shes the biggest figure i have, replacing my kokoro one... shes the one where i audibly said 'it was my birthday i can buy things' bcos figures spencey... she wasnt too bad actually i just like bitching. 6 euro axel for scale

BOOKS 💥💥💥 i was reading nana a while back and i dropped it but i gotta pick it up again... rlly pretty and awesome... aaaand the summer hikaru died!!! kay if youre seeing this then know you posting abt it convinced me <3 i originally got it bcos i was on door duty in a quiet area and didnt wanna spend my time draining battery life on my phone but after i bought it i realised that that was literally a terrible idea so <3 we'll get around to them soon

FINALLLYYYYYY TSHIRTS!!! the top yellow one was my staff t-shirt, it has 'staff' on the back i was wearing it all weekend and yippee i love it.... emotional bond.... and if this is a safe space can i just say. if kaito was a woman? would. next up FAYE FUCKIN VALENTINEEEE!!! do u remember that post i made going thru all the sellers that were gonna b at the con that started like 'i hate shounen fans. name a woman'? well this is the seller i was talking about but all was forgiven in the name of FAYE ! GODDAMN ! VALENTINE ! ugh i love you girlie. and the last t-shirt was given out free to staff after the closing ceremony!! it was the tenth anniversary of kaizokucon so we got this awesomes design yay.... wore it to classes today hoping somebody would comment on it and nobody did 😌and in the middle i got CLOW CARRRDS BITCHES!!!!!! i saw them and immediately all thought left my fucking brain. i needed them. so important. the seller also recognised the axel in my fanny pack yippee!!!! a few people recognised him over the weekend actually and i was always like yes!! the him

anyway. yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! con con con con con :)

#id just in alt text bcos my rambling p functionally describes it

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (24)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 /Part 19 /Part 20 / Part 21 /Part 22 / Part 23 /

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Moonlight Kisses-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: Sometimes you think you have everything you ever wanted then the one you can't live without walks in your door. Much Too Far To Go Alone-dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "We all get addicted by something that takes away the pain" (Belle Aurora). Modern AU. Grey's Anatomy Inspired. Not a Walk in the Park-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta try desperately to keep the peace as their daughter Lily is getting ready for a date and their sons are giving her a hard time. Not One Moment-C_r_roberts (ao3) Summary: I wonder if he knows. Does he know how grateful I am to have him–the real him–back in my life? He tempers my temper. He makes me laugh, even when I don’t want to. He makes me feel safe, even when the entire world feels dangerous. And most importantly, he makes me feel good again. Alive, even. With Peeta, I want to keep living. Growing together. Canon-compliant. Of Buttercup and Mistletoe-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Bring out the popcorn and hot cocoa, because this one is just chock full of Everlark Christmas shenanigans! One Moment More-dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "He stumbles up, a tiny little thing in clothes a size too big that are obviously hand-me-downs from his two brothers, and when he stands beside Katniss I see that they’re the same height. Effie Trinket is trying but she can’t hide the look of devastation she holds, clearly upset that Peeta isn’t eighteen and handsome and able to get her out of this mess." When the mine accident does not occur, the Everdeens are forced into a different sacrifice. One New Message-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss are Tumblr mutuals who have told each other nothing about each other irl, especially not their real names. Little do they know that Katniss is set to inherit her family’s big chain bakery business that’s slowly encroaching on smaller bakeries like Peeta’s family’s corner shop. Open Window-burkygirl, Peetabreadgirl, Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark's quiet life is changed forever when a mysterious woman moves in upstairs, filling his world with music. Based on the OTP Prompt - Imagine your OTP as neighbors. A tends to sing at night and normally B would complain but their voice is really nice and they often find themselves comforted by it. One day, A’s songs start becoming more and more depressed and sometimes they’d stop because they were crying. B gets worried and starts talking to A to cheer them up/find out what’s wrong. Turns out A’s partner cheated on them/family member died/whatever and they’d started feeling a little depressed. A and B become close friends and after a while, A starts singing love songs at night. Operation Toast (an Everlark Text Fic)-Alliswell, AlwaysEverlark, JHsgf82, MegaAuLover (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta haven’t seen each other since High School...until their friends decide it’s time for them to acknowledge their old feelings. Paint a Sky and Stars-authoresskika (ao3) Summary: Post-Epilogue Canon; "Difficult as the baby might be, Peeta wants him to enjoy the same sort of holiday magic his big sister gets. But therein lies the problem of a fretful infant: what does he want for but his mother's breast and a comforting embrace? His needs are infinitely basic. So how on Earth can those be made special enough for a gift?"

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 6 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Today, I wanna explore a Mo Dao Zu Shi fic idea that started because of another fic.

I started reading "Cultivation Chat Group - Scum Villain Edition" by shorimochi on AO3 (link here) a week ago. I have never heard of "Cultivation Chat Group" as a novel at all before this, so I checked the novel updates synopsis before I read the fic.

My brain, my wonderful but annoying brain, just went, "Ya know, this is the type of bullshit Wei Wuxian would get himself into in a Modern AU where Cultivation is some secret/legend" after reading the synopsis.

From there, it turned into a Modern AU + College AU + Cultivation is a secret that normal people don't know about AU + Wei Wuxian can see Ghosts AU + Reicarnation without memory (yet) (on Wei Wuxian's side) AU (Basically, everyone is an immortal in the chat group but Wei Wuxian, who is still a normal-ish human)

So, I present to you:

"Cultivation Chat Group - Wei Wuxian Edition" (title in working)

(Attempt at) Summary:

Wei Ying has always been a very... weird child. Despite being in the top students in his class, he is almost always absent-minded and not that interested in studying. Despite being a charming and sociable child, he always seems to keep himself back from forming closer bonds with his classmates. Despite being a seemingly well-adjusted child, many would see him talking and laughing at the air - which did sprout some spooky rumors about him.

Wei Ying, however, would say that he is quite content with his life - thank you very much. Sure, he sometimes sees things that many can't (and most times, he helps the little souls? spirits? pass on peacefully even if it did cause him troubles), but it's not that bad.

He is currently in his 1st year of university and aiming for a foreign language degree. He has friends (who have yet to be driven away by his "weird behavior," as others have told him). All in all, life is good.

And then, one day, he gets an invitation to a chat group. A chat group that he only intended to enter just to tell them that whoever sent the invitation got the wrong person. But he misses the timing... several times over.

Wei Ying gives up and decides that even if he is in this chat group, since they will realize soon they got the wrong person, he will just not interact at all.

(It's not like he wants to interact with them either. Especially since they seem to be into some role play thing with "cultivation", "cores"," and "corpses" (which wtf!?? Should he call the police?) and "spiritual weapons."

.... Yeah, no. He is definitely never interacting with these crazy people.)

"Let's just ignore this, and it will go away."

Final last words, Wei Ying.

Some small details:

WWX's name in the chat will be "Yiling Laozu," which is a silly nickname he uses on sites so that his friends don't recognize him. The name comes from "Yiling," which is the name of the street he lived on when he was young. "Laozu" is just something that WWX felt it was right to add - don't ask him why, he couldn't tell you.

WWX takes classes for 3 languages: Chinese, English, and Korean (he had to deal with spirits of tourists who didn't know English or Chinese and only Korean.. it was a headache and a half). WWX wants to learn as many languages as possible (at least to conversation level) so that he won't have to do miming or drawings to communicate with the spirits. (Just because you die in China, it doesn't mean you can fluently speak chinese in death - unfortunately)

He fully believes everyone in the chat group has some screws loose.

But he still ends up interacting with them (irl) because he found 4 children (more like 3 kids with manners and 1 with a short fuse) wandering around in the city while loudly talking about their "cultivation mission" or something. WWX doesn't want the kids to be attacked by some drunk bastard on the street because they are spewing bullshit so he decides to become their babysitter for a day. ("It's gonna be easy." - yeah about that)

What WWX is not aware of is that the "Junior Quartet" he met were not the first people from the chat group he met in real life. Some of those members attend his university and share classes with him.

The Reincarnation AU think I mentioned basically means "WWX has lived once before, which is why a lot of the cultivation stuff he reads in the chat he feel like he understands. In his previous life, WWX became something akin to an omen of death since he was always seen controlling resentful energy. He was never part of the Jiang Clan but grew up in Yiling and ended up staying at the Burial Grounds later on. He and LWJ crossed blades a lot in that life since they were on opposite sides when it came to the correct path of cultivation: LWJ said resentful energy is bad; WWX said resentful energy is natural and still energy and that if it wasn't a natural energy of the world, nature and heaven itself would revolt against it. In the end, WWX died from an ambush led by the other clans against him since he was seen as a heretic."

Just to be sure I mention it: in his past life WWX was never called "Yiling Laozu" so no one in the chat group knows who he is supposed to be (yet).

LWJ mourned WWX's death. Despite going down that path, WWX never killed without reason. LWJ met him a few times before he realized that he was using resentment in his cultivation, so LWJ saw a WWX who was incredibly kind, warm, and, surprisingly, childish. When he learned of his cultivation, LWJ was merely worried for his health.

This is why when LWJ sees Wei Ying again in the modern time, he is very much looking to help and protect Wei Ying this time around.

LWJ, seeing Wei Ying again at University: You are just as beautiful as the day I lost you.

WWX: What?

LWJ: What?

This is about all I have for this one right now. So, what do you guys think?

Honestly, this, for me, was fun to think about. The act of bringing cultivation into the modern world where technology reigns supreme is very funny since I can tell you right now Lan Qiren doesn't know how to operate a phone at all, and I feel like car rides make him nauseous.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and also please check out both the fic that started all this and the novel if you haven't yet. (They are both good and soo funny).

Till next time,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

#fanfic ideas #mdzs #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan zhan #lan wangji #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cultivation chat group au #inspired by fic #modern au #but add cultivation too #and some other stuff

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When vs If

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: arguments, mentions of betrayal, false hope, end of relationship, lots of tears, heavy angst

Summary: “You said ‘if’.” “What are you talking about?” “You said ‘if we end up married one day.’ When did it stop being ‘when we get married’?”

Part One of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING

I had convinced myself that I was overreacting. Nothing was wrong. I was being paranoid based off of past experiences. I had convinced myself or he had convinced me. I was imagining it when I thought he was acting like something had been bothering him. I was being insecure every time I asked, just to make sure, when he was acting like something was wrong, when he swore nothing was wrong and he was just tired. “Are you going to break up with me?” He had convinced me that I was overreacting when he always replied the same answer. “Of course not baby, you’re never going to get rid of me. I’m here to annoy you for the rest of our lives.”

He convinced me to ignore the gut feeling I had about it. Just three days ago, when we were driving to look at apartments, he brought up just building ourselves a house, like he knew I wanted to do. That eventually, when we wanted to move cities, it could become a summer vacation home and we could build another to raise our kids in. He convinced me when he talked to his family about how I was an addition to the family, when his family praised me for taking care of him.

I always took care of him, I packed him lunches and made breakfasts and dinners. I made sure the laundry was done and tried to clean. I made sure I was reminding him to take care of himself too, to not overstress himself as I did exactly that. But every time I crashed down and thought that maybe my love was overbearing and that I didn’t get the same reciprocation. Every time I asked “are you going to break up with me,” he assured me he wasn’t. He peppered my cheeks with kisses and held me while I sniffled to hold back tears.

Ending college was hard, there were so many unknowns. Finishing up the last project of the year, I was way past my deadline for it, but I had an indefinite extension, I just had to get it in by the end of summer. The concern of where we would live next year, our original decision of no roommates had morphed into him slowly trying to push the idea of sharing a space more. A last resort, he called it. I worked two jobs trying to prepare to move, trying to avoid the stress of thinking about it and to make sure that we had the money for our new place.

Today was the end to a long week. Sunday. My last shift until the next Monday. We’d agreed on taking the whole week off to pack our house, to move into a storage unit and then we were supposed to crash at Makki and Mattsun’s until we heard back from the complex we were putting an application into tomorrow.

I was off by 3. My boss having let me off early so that I could go home and start packing. I lost track of time, a show playing in the background as I packed all the clothes I wouldn’t need for the next three weeks (just to be sure). It was almost 8 before I decided on a small break. Almost 8 until I realized that I hadn’t heard from Tōru all day. The only thing that had brought it to my attention was his name finally popping up on my phone.

He was supposed to be off at 8:30. Just 30 more minutes before he would be coming home and we could make our plan on how to tackle this week and everything else moving forward. He’d sent me a snapchat with a filter on and a silly look on his face. I laughed a little and sent one back. It was mostly silly pictures sent back and forth spare the small conversation of “how was your day today?” “long.” “yeah, me too. I’m exhausted.”

It was finally time for him to be off, I could tell by the way that the scenery behind him changed from inside to the open sky of the parking lot. I decided to ask if he wanted to get food I’d been craving. How do you feel about getting pizza when you come home?

That was when the dreaded text came in. The worst thing you could say to an overthinker. Okay, I just want to talk to you about something first.

My heart had stopped in my chest. The sudden pressure of tightness winding from my heart and consuming my lungs. About what? Should I be anxious? He took too long to open it and the bubbling anxiety forced me to hit call on his number. I was easily greeted by the rumble of his car engine when he picked up. “Should I be anxious?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“No, no sorry. I know that’s sucky wording, I just wanted to sit down and have a conversation about some things.”

I could hear the tightness in my voice as I spoke. “Okay, what things?”

“Love, I’m gonna be home in like 5 minutes and we’ll talk.” I felt my legs lift me off of our shared bed and take me downstairs as he spoke, my need to pace rising, trying to pace out all the anxiety building.

I didn’t want to push him. “Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too, I’ll be right there.”

I’d found myself in the garage, tucked myself safely into the little corner of the couch we kept in there. Brought my knees to my chest and covered myself in a blanket. Trying to will my anxiety to stop. He said he wasn’t leaving you. He just wants to talk.

“What are you doing out here?” He’d asked when he found me after looking through the house. “I thought you’d be in our room.”

“I had anxiety and just kinda ended up here.” I mumbled and he nodded. He stayed standing. “Tōru, can you please tell me what’s up?”

He took a deep sigh before starting. “There’s a few things that have been bothering me about our relationship and I just want to try and talk them out before I keep bottling them up. Before they get so bad that they aren’t fixable anymore.”

I felt the anxiety build up even more and I winced. I had been doing something wrong. Like always. And then there was a quick rush of anger. Keep bottling them up. He had convinced me that I was imagining it. He had convinced me that the gut feeling I had about something being wrong with him was fucking incorrect. I wanted to scream but all I did was whisper, “okay.”

He listed out his reasons and I tried to stay quiet, tried to listen, tried to look at him. But every time I looked at him I could see him breaking my heart a million times. I couldn’t hold the contact for very long. I was trying to not cry, I was trying to explain myself when he said it was something I did. I was apologizing, my apologies formed in the frame of, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I did it because… I never got to finish my reasons out with another “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“I don’t get why you have to argue with me.” He exclaimed, cutting me off. Is that what I was doing? Was I arguing. “I’m just trying to tell you what’s wrong so we can fix it.”

“I’m not trying to argue!” I defended myself. “I was just explaining why I did it so you could see where I was coming from.” I wiped my palms against my cheeks in frustration, trying desperately to keep the tears back. “Its easier to fix if we get where the other is coming from, we can find somewhere to meet in the middle.” I whimpered at the eyeroll I knew was subconscious. “Please, this is hard for me. It feels like you’re breaking up with me.”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair quickly. “I’m not breaking up with you. I told you that.” The words should have been comforting, but something about them made me more on edge, the tone in which he said them.

“Yeah,” I scoffed, my anger getting a hold of me a little more, trying to protect myself, “you also told me, repeatedly, that nothing was wrong.” His eyes snapped back to me but I quickly looked away. The second he looked at me softly I would do anything he asked, I would lose myself, lose my will to fight for myself to be heard. “Now here you are, telling me that you were lying to me.” I could feel a tear escape and I quickly brushed it away. “How do I know you were telling the truth every time you said you weren’t going to leave me.”

“Why don’t you believe me? Huh?” He was raising his voice, something he did rarely. “Is it trust issues or what?” He spit the words out, like they tasted bad on his tongue and I could see him fling his arms in the air from the corner of my eye. “You are always ‘your tone of voice’ and ‘your body language’ says… God! Can you not just believe me!” He groaned in frustration or annoyance, I couldn’t tell, maybe it was a mix of both.

“I’m sorry, I just pick up on the way you act and underlying tones, its a bad habit I’m trying to stop.” I muttered, trying to drag my eyes back to him. He was looking down at me, standing instead of sitting on the couch with me, shaking his head.

“You can’t just believe me? I don’t get your whole thing about tone and whatever. But if we get married one day-”

I cut him off quickly, my eyes snapping up to look at his face. “What do you mean ‘if’?”

“What?” Genuine confusion crossed his face as he looked back at me, confused at the wide-eyed look I gave him. I knew that terror was seeping into each of my features.

“You said ‘if we get married one day’.”

“Yeah.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “And?”

“When did that become ‘if’?” I asked quietly, my voice barely coming out. “It’s always been ‘when we get married,’ ‘when we have kids,’ ‘when’.” He sighed and bit his lip out of what I assumed was nerves. “It’s always been ‘when’ for me and I thought it was for you too. So when did ‘when’ become ‘if’?”

“I don’t know.” He took a step back away from me, turning his body slightly away from me. It didn’t go unnoticed by me. “A couple months ago?”

I scoffed in disbelief. A couple months. He’s been lying to me for a couple months. “Okay,” I whispered, “you wanna know why I read into tone and body language?” I asked and he rolled his eyes again. I didn’t care and I kept talking. “You just stepped away from me when you were talking about that. When you were talking about mentally changing the way you thought about us being together long term, you physically put distance between us. How am I supposed to take that?”

“You’re not!” He exclaimed. “I got tired of standing without moving.”

“Okay, why do you have to be standing, you can’t put yourself on the same level as me. You have to be on a different level, to have all the control in this conversation. Like you’ve decided how this conversation ends.”

“Oh my god!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Stop fucking reading into everything!” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe that he had to deal with this. To deal with me. “You want to talk about body language? Then what the hell does it mean that you can’t seem to look at me this entire conversation when all I’ve been doing is looking at you!”

“That I’m worried if I look at you I’ll cry. That I don’t want to cry because I know you need this off your chest and you’ll blame yourself and stop if I cry.” That if I look at him, at Oikawa Toru, the man I decided was the love of my life, I would see what I saw the very first day I met him and he gave me that saccharine smile. I would see him breaking me into a million little pieces. “Please just sit down.” I whispered, begged him.

“Seriously?” He scoffed but collapsed on the other end of the couch. Sitting closer to the edge of it and leaning far back into the seat, a position that screamed ‘I don’t care.’ “This is really better for you?”

I winced at the harshness of his tone. The condescension seeping through his words. He thought I was being ridiculous. I hated it, but it was better than him standing and physically looking down at me. “Yes.” He sighs and shakes his head but stays silent. “Let’s just talk through this and we can fix it. We can find a compromise.” I swallowed hard trying to explain. I was trying, ‘I’m going to stop doing…’ It was fine for a little bit. Until I started to ask for things too. “I will try to stop raising my voice, I just need you to tell me I am. I don’t realize it a lot, we have different views on yelling. I need you to tell me.”

“I do!” He was rolling his eyes but he was staring straight ahead, not at me. “I say, ‘why are we yelling?’ is that not telling you that you’re yelling?”

“That’s not what I mean, I can’t tell you why, I don’t understand it, but it doesn’t click for me. It makes me think you’re talking down to me and I know you don’t mean to. I just need you to tell me ‘y/n you are yelling right now’.”

He puffed air out of his nose, hands running through his hair again. “That doesn’t fucking make sense. I don’t understand how your brain works.” I could feel the tightening in my chest becoming overwhelming. I didn’t understand it either. “Whatever, fine.”

“Could you help me around the house too, I know I’ve been slacking on some of the chores like groceries and laundry, but I need help. You only ever get groceries if I’m already going and even then, sometimes you don’t come. And I always do your laundry too but you only ever do yours unless I ask you specifically.” Small things to me, I didn’t mind doing them, but I knew I needed help. And if I was attempting to change for him I needed something back. Something to help me ease up on my stress.

It went on for a little longer, what I thought were minor requests being met with annoyance and hesitation. Until he stopped responding all together. It was like I could see it happening, him disengaging, the gears slowing down in his head as they settled on a solution.

“Please talk to me.” I begged. I couldn’t let him get caught in his head. “Don’t go quiet. Tell me what you’re thinking.” My voice was quiet and wet, tears threatening to spill more than they already had. “I know you’re getting in your head. I can see it happening.”

He shook his head softly, there was no eye roll paired with it this time. He was staring blankly at the wall in front of us, his fingers rubbing into his temple. “I’m trying to decide if this is even worth it.”

I froze in place, my body turning into a statue. “What?”

“I don’t know if this is worth it.” He said it plainly, like it was just a fact, no emotions attached to it. I was pretty sure that I could physically feel my heart tearing. “Is this even something worth fixing? Is it worth the effort?”

“What do you mean?” I squeaked out. This had to be a nightmare. “Of course it's worth it to try. It’s us. Years of us, of course it’s worth trying.” I would wake up and it would never have happened. “Tōru, look at me please.” He turned his head slowly, an apologetic look in his eyes. I would wake up and this would’ve been a scene my anxiety created in my head. “Tōru are you breaking up with me?” I would open my eyes and still be waiting for him to come home from work.

His eyes looked glossy as he nodded his head. “I’m so sorry.”

All of the times that I thought ‘what if he breaks up with me?’ I had never thought ‘when he breaks up with me.’

A/N: thanks for coming to my public therapy session ✌🏻✌🏻

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yk i always think about how irl sex is sometimes Not Great or things go wrong, be it with someone you love or not. and i'm a real-sex-in-smut warrior so

things going wrong <3

(half written before i went ia)

(hi this is VERY badly done like fr only jungsus was written properly)

gunil

surprise ur bleeding

jungsu

you're getting fucked soooo good.

you're in missionary position, jungsu is kissing you stupid and your hands are tangling in his hair. it's a very late night, the only source of light is the moonlight peeking through the blinds, and the only thing that can be heard is the panting and whispering of each other's names.

"baby, i'm so close. are you? can you cum with me?" he buries his face on your shoulder, mouthing sloppily at the skin. you're a little far behind, but that's nothing that can't be fixed.

you grab one of his hands, guiding it towards your clit. "just need a little bit more, please, please, i'm nearly there."

his pretty fingers start immediately playing with you, with the pressure and pace just the way you like it – fine, maybe a tad too desperate for how far off orgasm you are, but can you blame him? you'll get there either way.

"i'm too close, i won't make it – i can't hold it much longer, can i cum, please? i swear i won't stop, i'll make you cum too, just – please, baby?" jungsu's voice is getting strained, and you've been with him long enough to know that yes, he will make you cum. he's never left you hanging, and today will not be the first time he does.

"go on. i'm right behind you, just– don't stop, please."

well, famous last words.

he cums into the condom with a shudder, his fingers stuttering on your clit. his voice is heavenly in your ears, moaning like he's just ascended to a higher plane. he rides it out, slowing down a bit, but soon after he's jackhammering into you, middle finger pressing down on your nerves and mouth back on yours.

he's been at it for 15 seconds at most, when you feel a sudden warmth inside you. it's weird, it's never happened before and you're damn sure it did not come from you. jungsu apparently notices as well, seeing as he freezes immediately, leaving your mouth and looking at you with wide eyes.

you stare at each other in complete silence.

"was that–" you can't even finish your sentence before he's pulling out and looking at you with an expression not too far from horror.

you look at his cock, and your suspicions are confirmed. hanging rather pathetically from his still hard length, covered in cum, is a piece of rubber very clearly torn.

"oh my god," is all that leaves his mouth.

your heart is beating out of your chest, and any hope of cumming tonight leaves your body.

it would've been fine if you were, well, on birth control. and jungsu is very aware of how much you're not on birth control. his mouth is still open in an 'O', his gaze keeps flitting between your cunt and his quickly softening dick.

"fuck." you get up and rush to the bathroom, leaving your boyfriend to fumble after you.

he very hastily removes the damned condom, throwing it haphazardly on the trashcan beside your desk. he's a little too freaked out for anything other than leaning against the closed bathroom door and apologizing.

"i'm so sorry, oh my god, i'm sorry, i should've pulled out, i–"

"jungsu, calm down." is the snappy response he receives before the sound of the toilet flushing is followed by the door opening and him nearly falling to the bathroom floor. "it'll be fine."

the poor boy is clearly spiraling over thoughts along the lines of "what if i gave them some medically undiscovered sti" to "i don't even have the money for a child right now". you take pity on him, placing your hands on his cheeks to get his attention.

"you're clean, right?"

he sputters, "of course i am! i'd never try to fuck you– i'd tell you if i wasn't!"

"then it's fine. we'll go to the drugstore first thing in the morning and get the plan b. and, i don't know, pray it works." his eyes widen and you regret the playful quip. "i'm kidding, baby. it'll work fine."

"but what if it–"

"jungsu, it'll work. if it wasn't effective they wouldn't sell it." as much as you're a little pissed and anxious about the situation, he looks way worse. you peck his lips, pulling him into the bathroom with you. "you're still paying for it, though."

he chuckles, seeming a little lighter about the situation. "of course. it's always cheaper than a baby."

"there's always abortion, too. or would you want to keep it?" you start the shower – you're clearly not getting that orgasm you were almost close to – jumping as he slaps your ass.

"stop talking about the nonexistent pregnancy. you're making me nervous."

"sorry." you smile softly at him, pulling him under the spray with you. "we'll figure out some kind of birth control. i'm scared you won't ever fuck me again after this."

jungsu laughs, grabbing the shampoo. "you bet i won't. this is enough to turn me abstinent."

"you still owe me an orgasm, though?"

"then you better get acquainted with your fingers." you slap his shoulder as he cackles, and maybe, just maybe, it'll actually be fine.

jiseok

his fucking shoes won't come off / y'all fell off the bed

seungmin

he says something trying to be sexy and you can only laugh

hyeongjun

yall are drunk and he cant get hard noooooo

you're giggling while hyeongjun is attached to your neck, probably leaving marks that will take you forever to cover up the next day.

youve both drunk too much and wine usually Does give people the hornies soooo

you were out and left for the sole reason of fucking when yall get home

didnt even make it to the bed the couch will do

ur underwear is down so quick you can only feel his fingers spreading the wetness around while rubbing at your clit

in a minute he has a finger in you curling it justttt the right way

obv you cant let him do everything by himself. his soft cock is pulled out as you massage it

you're drunk so time loses meaning kinda

so after a while he puts another finger in and all is well bc you just . don't realise his status hasn't changed

"omg babe stop stop that hurts wtf"

he's.. not hard ?

"are you okay?"

"i am i just . uh. you were on my dick for a little too long"

"tf you mean by that ? you're not getting hard .."

"well i fucking know it's my cock?"

"damn okay dont snap at me?"

"sorry i just . i don't know what happened"

"maybe lets change positions? we can 69 i'll suck you off"

spoiler it didn't work

"babe are u ok like fr "

"i can't get hard . omg i can't get hard wtf i'm so sorry i knew how much you wanted to-"

"babe wtf don't apologize? that happens it's nbd you can fuck me in the morning"

"yeah but i wanted to fuck u now? 'm sorry babe wtf this is so embarassing"

"shut up ? its okay stop apologizing"

morning fuck

jooyeon

the door to your apartment is slammed as jooyeon crashes his lips to yours, pressing you against the closest wall.

you had been on a date – a nice and innocent afternoon at the arcade – but the little sundress you wore with lingerie that barely covered whatever had to be covered ruined any innocence there was.

after bending down to pick up the stuffed animal you got at a claw machine and giving him a view of your ass, jooyeon blew all the money he spent on arcade tokens with half-assed tries at the very same claw machine you got your little stuffed puppy from and dragged you back to your car.

he didn't even bother pushing you into the backseat for a quickie, he just settled into the passenger seat, brought you into a heated open-mouthed kiss as you sat in front of the wheel and said "drive before i finger you so hard you crash the car."

ok joo maybe you should lay off the dramas you've been watching

although, driving did not stop you from reaching over the gear stick and palming him through his jeans, making his hips jump into your touch.

by the time you finally parked your car he was more than fed up with the teasing.

back to being pressed against the entrance hall wall in your apartment, jooyeon kicked off his shoes while still attached to your mouth and fumbled with the clasp of your sandals until he managed to drop both to the ground.

his hands gripped your ass, pulling your asscheeks apart and making you gush into your skimpy underwear.

"you better take me to the bed and fuck me until i cry." needless to say, you were both turned on to no end. in seconds, your back was hitting the mattress and your underwear was being pulled down.

jooyeon flipped up your dress and immediately dove into your cunt. if there's something you can be sure will happen, is that foreplay with jooyeon will always involve oral. even if today he was horny to the point where he won't make you cum with his tongue, but only make sure you can take him, he always made you feel so good your toes curled.

his nose pressed against your clit [stopped writing here sorry yall. point is he cums early. two strums and the song is over. duas sanfonadas acabou o forró]

#posting drafts #xdh smut #xdinary heroes smut #xdh hard hours #xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines

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