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The Curveball Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is experiencing things he never thought he would. Safe words and submission and love. He was happier than he had ever been, but that was before things with Molly took an unexpected nosedive. Without any warning, he felt everything he wanted start to slip away.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy test, 18+

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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When the Tiny Eagles tee ball season ended with them going undefeated, Bob really liked how Molly ran down onto the field at the end of the game. She was smiling and laughing as he held her in his arms, and Bob blushed as she slid her hand up inside his jersey.

"I'm so proud of you, Coach Cute Glasses," she whispered against his lips, and for the briefest moment, he was completely lost in her. The way she smelled, how good her body felt. Then he heard his sister and Piper screaming his name, and he pulled away from Molly a bit, but held onto her hand as he scooped Piper up with his free arm.

Rebecca kissed his cheek with tears in her eyes. "Thank you for agreeing to coach the team," she whispered. He knew it meant a lot to his family that he did this primarily for Piper, but Bob had loved every minute of the season and was already thinking about coaching again.

He felt Molly pull her hand free, and he scrambled to reach for her. But she just simply said, "It's okay," with a soft smile, leaving Bob with his sister and niece for a few minutes. She went over with Bradley, Everett and her sister instead.

And that was just the thing about Molly. She did everything right. She was sweet and courteous, and she never made Bob feel rushed when he needed a moment to think. She was also absolutely filthy in the bedroom, which he never knew was exactly what he wanted. But the rest of the time when they were alone, she was endearing and funny and loving and sometimes a mess. She could barely cook anything, and she misplaced her stuff all the time. But Bob couldn't wait until she moved in with him.

"You ready to go?" he asked her, taking her hand once more. She led him up to the parking lot with a smirk on her face. "What's that look for, Mo?"

"Well, Bobby, you know how we talked about using a safe word?"

He swallowed hard and started sweating as he opened his truck door for her. "Yes."

She crawled across the seat, and he climbed in after her. "And you know how you told me that you really liked being the dominant one in bed?"

"Yes," he whispered, turning the key in the ignition. It was always surprising to him how blatantly she could talk about sex, but he was starting to love it. Love the way she got him all wound up, even in public.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, Molly's breathing was getting a little heavier as she moaned and whispered, "I want you to show me who's in charge."

Bob was hard as a rock already, and when he accelerated to five miles per hour over the speed limit, he thought Molly might orgasm right there. "Oh god, Bobby! You really love fucking me! You're speeding!"

She was actually moaning his name as he ran a yellow light. "I do, Mo. I love everything about you," he promised, screeching to a halt in his parking spot. She was out the passenger side door and sprinting up to his building before he had the key out of the ignition. And as soon as they were inside his condo, Molly unzipped his baseball pants and started stroking him.

"You know the safe word?" she whispered, kissing his neck and licking his chin.

"Sushi," he replied, head tipped back in pleasure.

When she stroked her hand down to his balls, she said, "Go as hard as you want, Bobby." Then she was strolling away from him, pulling her dress over her head, leaving herself bare. He followed her into the bedroom that they would soon be sharing for real, yanking his jersey and undershirt off on the way. And then he was standing there, just looking at her while his cock hung out of the front of his baseball pants. She spun in a slow circle, gesturing to herself as she said, "Anything you want."

He took a few deep breaths, studying her tattoos and basking in the way Molly toyed with her nipple piercings, giving him time to respond. "Get on the bed, Honey. On your back."

She sighed at him with an open, loving expression, and she did as he asked. He knew now that her physical response to him stemmed from the love she felt, and he was no longer afraid of what he felt in return. So he toed off his shoes and removed his socks. He pulled down his pants and underwear and tossed them aside, all the while watching Molly writhing around on the bed.

"Bobby," she moaned, pressing her thighs together. He climbed into bed and kissed her knees before pushing her legs apart.

"I love you," he promised, settling between her legs and kissing her lips and cheek. "And if you say sushi, I'll stop."

When she bit her lip and nodded, Bob guided her thighs open wider and pushed her knees back closer to her shoulders. She was wide open for him, anticipating what he was going to do as he said, "Hold the backs of your thighs."

She nodded and wrapped her hands around her legs just below her knees. Then he guided himself inside her, and she felt insanely tight in this position. He had to go slow as she squealed about how big he was and shook her head from side to side. But she was smiling, and Bob had the craziest desire to see tears in her eyes as he snapped his hips against her.

"Fuck!" she screamed, head tipped back in pleasure as her tits bounced. Bob dug his knees into the bed for more leverage and snapped his hips again. "Yes!"

The harder he went, the more incoherent she sounded. And when he put his hands over hers and pushed her legs back some more, she howled. He fucked her so hard and so fast, Bob felt like he was living in the dirtiest fantasy he'd ever had. He had a gorgeous woman beneath him, fully submissive to his desires, and she wanted him to keep going.

"Do you like that, Mo?" he asked, panting as his pleasure built.

"Yes," she said, the word ending in another keening howl. Bob realized it was Saturday afternoon and his bedroom window was cracked open. He knew his neighbors were probably home and that they could undoubtedly hear what was going on.

"What's my name?" he managed in a ragged voice as his balls slapped against Molly's ass with each thrust.

"Bobby!"

"Who am I?"

"Lieutenant Floyd!"

His body snapped against hers until she was shaking her head harder, and those first tears in her eyes were beautiful. Bob watched one drip down along her temple and into her hair as she howled for him one last time as he came inside her.

He couldn't tell if she orgasmed, but it didn't matter. This was for his own pleasure. Sweat dripped down his face, and his glasses were crooked as his movements slowed. He eased himself off of her carefully, but kept himself inside her as he reached up to wipe away her tears.

"I love you," she gasped, pulling him down for a soft kiss and whining into his mouth. Bob's hand found her piercing and stroked her softly as her chest heaved.

"You didn't say sushi, so I'm assuming you liked that?"

"I loved it," she whispered, knocking his glasses back into place when she kissed him again.

"You were so loud," he informed her. "You were howling, Honey."

"Was I?" she asked softly, running her fingers through his hair.

He nodded, helping her ease her legs back down to the bed. "You were. If you were an aviator, I'd make your call sign Howler."

Molly gasped and giggled as he finally withdrew from her perfect pussy. Bob watched with hungry eyes as his cum oozed out of her, and he caught it with his fingertips and fed it to her.

"Howler is such a cute call sign," she murmured, licking his hand clean. "I want it."

"It's all yours," he whispered. "Everyone can know I gave it to you."

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Molly started moving some of her things into Bob's place, little by little. She adjusted his Coach of the Year trophy on his bookshelf so she had room for some of the breakable ornaments Everett had made for her. "That looks nice," Bob remarked, walking through the living room with some boxes of her shoes and clothes.

"You mind if I move your photos up to this shelf? So I can fit my photo collage down here?" she asked.

He just smiled and said, "Rearrange whatever you want."

Molly smiled and ducked her head, secretly very pleased that he was being so accommodating. She'd never lived with anyone other than her sister briefly and then roommates during college, and right now she was feeling very giddy. She even overheard Bob on the phone with his mom earlier, telling her that Molly was moving in and how happy he was.

The only problem was work. She loved what she did, and she was in the process of switching to daytime shifts in an effort to be able to spend more time with Bob. But it was exhausting getting used to a new schedule and new doctors. And there was one that rode Molly like she didn't know what she was doing. For some reason, he just didn't like her.

She yawned, ready to call it a day and just go to bed. Tomorrow was Everett's birthday at the Padres game, and Molly had offered to take him to the zoo beforehand. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend the day with her nephew, but she really needed some sleep. She was contemplating asking Bob to fuck her silly so she could pass out for the night, but she hadn't even eaten dinner yet.

"Hey, Uncle Bob?" she called out. "What's for dinner?"

"Something special," he replied from the bedroom.

Molly smiled. "Is it a surprise or something?"

"Kind of."

Then there was a knock on the door, and Molly went to open it.

"Hi," Phoenix said, dashing inside as soon as the door was open. She was carrying a cooler, which was just really strange.

"Nat! I didn't know you were stopping by," Molly said, looking down at herself. She was once again in Bob's oversized shirt and his old gym shorts. Aside from the night at the Hard Deck, this woman had never seen her in real clothing.

"I'm not. Not really. I'm just dropping this stuff off for Bob," she said, taking the cooler into the kitchen and setting it on the counter. "Just doing him a favor."

"What is it?" Molly asked, trying to peek inside, but Nat swatted her hand away.

She looked Molly in the eye for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Bob's in love with you, okay? He's going to do anything you ask him to do, because that's the kind of guy he is. So please don't take advantage of my friend in any way."

"Oh," Molly gasped, but then Nat was pulling her into a tight, albeit brief, hug. "I won't."

Nat nodded and then headed for the front door, shouting, "Bob! The stuff's in the kitchen!" on her way out.

"How very strange," Molly muttered as the door closed and Bob came out to the living room.

"You ready for dinner?" he asked, pulling her along by her hand.

"Is that what's in the cooler? She wouldn't even let me look! Bobby, I hate surprises. Just tell me what's in the cooler," she whined.

He rolled his eyes before he kissed her. "We're making sushi."

She blinked at him in silence. "We're making sushi? Have you forgotten that I don't know how to cook?"

"It doesn't need to be cooked," he replied, opening the cooler with all of the fresh supplies. "I watched like a hundred YouTube videos and practiced at Nat's place the other night when you were at work. And she offered to bring everything over fresh so you'd be surprised."

Molly peeked inside the cooler and gasped. There were containers of fish, sticky rice and seaweed, along with some imported Japanese beers and plum wine.

"Bob! It's not even my birthday! It's just a Wednesday!"

"I know," he agreed, "but I'm just really excited you're moving in. I wanted to celebrate."

Molly kissed him senseless for about five minutes before her stomach started growling. And then they pulled up one of the videos on his phone and made the ugliest looking sushi either of them had ever seen while they sipped the beers. Despite how the rolls looked, they were actually tasty. Molly plated the ugly sushi in the most appealing way she could and carried the dishes to the coffee table. Bob followed with two glasses of wine and turned on a serial killer documentary for her.

She picked up her chopsticks before setting them back down again and wrapping her arms around Bob's neck. "I love you a lot, Lieutenant Bob."

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Bob really knew better than to let Molly drive, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She made some plans with her sister to take Everett to the zoo before the baseball game, and he had agreed to let Molly pick him up afterwards. Now he was holding onto the door handle while she weaved in and out of the lanes. But the truly astounding part was that Everett was in the back seat, completely calm, asking Bob to turn the radio up. He must just be used to this.

When Molly pulled into the parking lot, she groaned, "I thought we'd never get here."

"We got here in like ten minutes when it should have taken thirty," Bob muttered as she paid the parking attendant.

"Don't be salty that I'm a better driver than you," she said as she finally parked and turned off the car. Bob looked at her like she must be kidding, but she looked very serious.

"RIght," he said, climbing out of the car and unbuckling Everett. Bob ended up giving him a piggyback ride until they met up with Bradley who had a car full of birthday presents. Bob would have said Bradley was just buttering up his girlfriend by doting on her son, but he knew better. Bradley was kneeling and pulling a custom made baseball jersey over Everett's head. The back said Grand Slam which was the honorary call sign all the aviators had given him. And then Bradley scooped him up in his arms.

After they found their seats inside Petco Park, Molly offered to share her ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, melted caramel and sprinkles with him. "Absolutely not, Mo," Bob replied, kissing her forehead. "But thank you."

"You have terrible taste in food," she said around a huge spoonful. And then she moaned, and Bob had to adjust himself in his seat.

When Everett leaned over him and asked, "Aunt Molly, have you ever visited the airplanes and got your own call sign?" Bob's eyes went wide.

Molly met his concerned gaze with a little smirk. Then she messed up Everett's hair and said, "Not yet! But I'm going to try to visit Bob at work next week."

"You can get a call sign if you do!" Everett told her, clearly still excited about his.

Molly leaned closer to Bob and licked his earlobe before saying rather loudly, "Bob already gave me one."

"What is it?" Everett asked.

Bob was shaking his head, trying to keep her from answering when she blurted out, "He calls me Howler."

He covered her mouth with his hand, but it was too late. "Mo!" he whispered, turning beet red.

Bradley choked on a bite of his food on the other side of Everett. Her sister scolded her, but Bob knew it was useless. He just sat in his own mortification while Molly cackled and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, Bobby," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Maybe you shouldn't be so good in bed if you don't want me to talk about it." His blood felt too hot as she casually held his hand and let her head rest on his shoulder. And suddenly it occurred to him that maybe he should just own up to the fact that he was doing a good job of keeping a woman as spectacular as Molly satisfied.

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Absolutely nobody had ever satisfied Molly the way Bob could. When she was pinned beneath him in bed that night, he whispered, "Come on Howler. Show me what you got." And then he proceeded to fuck her for no less than forty minutes without stopping. And then he came all over her face. And then he drew a bath for her. And then he made her a late night snack.

Although Bradley was going to help move her furniture in a few days, she was really already living with Bob in her mind. She never wanted to leave. She was giving up her lease. The only problem was the way he dodged her questions about paying him rent.

"Bobby," she whispered in bed on Friday night. They had just had the most wonderful evening out at that pizza place everyone loved so much. Nat joined them, and Bob and Bradley drew all over the paper tablecloth with Everett. When the bill came, Bob paid for everyone like it was nothing. And that wasn't fair. Because Molly wouldn't become that person who took advantage of someone like that.

"Yeah, Honey?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his rough fingertips.

"How much is your mortgage? So I can pay half of it starting next month?"

His hand stilled, and this time when it took him a little while to answer, Molly started squirming uncomfortably. It was one thing accepting charity from her own sister in the form of money for nursing school, but this was different. She needed to figure this out for her own peace of mind.

"Bob?" she whispered, planting her palm gently on his chest and sitting up a bit.

"Hey," he replied softly. "I don't want you to think I asked you to move in with me and expect you to pay for anything. I've got all my expenses under control, Mo. It's not going to change much by having you here all the time. We can split groceries and maybe the utilities. But I've got all my expenses in a spreadsheet, including my bills and my retirement plans and everything else. It's all worked out."

"Bob," she whined, rolling over in the bed and covering her face with her hands. "Why do you even like me? I don't make spreadsheets, and I don't know how to save for retirement, and sometimes I forget to pay my rent on time."

He pulled her hands away and kissed her. "I love you, because you're perfect for me. Because I know how to do all that stuff too well, and I'd be really boring without you."

She gasped and pulled him in for a hug. "You could never be boring. And if you don't agree to let me contribute at least five hundred bucks a month on top of groceries and utilities, I'm not moving in."

As soon as he balked at the idea, Molly knew she was going to have to blow him. And since he had never been edged before, she was able to get him to agree fairly easily. As she licked his cock clean, she kissed his thigh and said, "I'll pay you the first of the month. And I won't forget."

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At first, everything was perfect. Well, other than the fact that Bob now had four couches in the condo. But it didn't matter, because Molly said she wanted them. But it seemed like as soon as she moved in, she started getting a little distant. Work was wearing her out, he could tell. She didn't get along well with one of the doctors she was regularly scheduled with now, and he wasn't sure how to help her with that.

"He's just a douche," Molly told him, over and over. "Nothing I can do about it."

But Bob noticed the way she was spending more time reading alone before bed instead of bugging him to watch the shows about murderers. She was quieter, citing exhaustion and headaches as her reason for going to bed early. And if she hadn't looked so worn out, he might have questioned things sooner.

Bob asked her sister if Molly was mad at him. He asked Bradley if this was a sign he was about to get dumped. He even asked Nat for help, but everyone kept assuring him that Molly loved him, and that she wasn't going anywhere.

But he knew he wasn't wrong. He knew she was acting strange. The worst part was, Bob had been thinking about buying an engagement ring. Not that he would pull a Bradley and propose the next day, but he thought he should have one. For when the time was right. Because he definitely wanted to marry Molly, and he wanted to propose in a spontaneous fashion. He thought she would like that.

But now he was thinking he'd never get that far. There were some bright spots here and there. They had sex in the bathroom at the Hard Deck which Bob was sure to remember until his dying day. He could get hard just thinking about the way her moans echoed in the stall, not bothering to hide what they were doing whenever someone else walked in. And she tried to make him dinner one night, even though she looked exhausted. The smoke detector went off, and Bob ordered a pizza instead, but he could feel in that moment how much she loved him.

There were some spots that weren't so bright though. One evening, Molly fell asleep on him while they were watching a documentary mini series. When he woke her up before bed, she started crying. "Mo? What's wrong, Honey?" But she just shook her head and kept saying nothing was wrong. And then she stormed into the bedroom without another word.

Bob was at a complete loss.

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Molly was at her wit's end. The doctor who was constantly riding her ass for no reason was up for a promotion. As much as she didn't want him to be rewarded for anything in life, she hoped he got it so he would be out of her hair. At least as a coordinator, he would be sitting at a desk making pointless decisions instead of terrorizing the nursing staff.

"Uh, Nurse Molly? Did you forget to log out of the computer?" he asked her yesterday. As if her first name was Nurse and her last name was Molly. Who addressed people that way? It's not like she went home and called her boyfriend 'Aviator Bob'. It was so dumb, she nearly snapped on principle alone.

But she in fact had not forgotten to log out of the computer! She had merely walked across the room! She was allowed to do that! But she bit her lip instead of calling him an obnoxious prick like she wanted to.

More distressing than anything else was the fact that she was so tired after work, she could barely keep her eyes open. Had night shift been that much easier? Or was her new birth control pill really messing with her? Now she wished she hadn't switched brands.

She needed to plan a bachelorette night. She needed to go wedding dress shopping with her sister. She needed to babysit Ev, because she missed him. But she was so cranky and miserable every night, she couldn't even stand herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Bob wanted to know what was wrong with her. Hell if she knew!

When she offered to watch Ev one night to try to cheer herself up, she cried hysterically while the two of them watched The Lion King. Like she had never cried so hard in her entire life. "Are you okay, Aunt Molly?" Everett asked as she wiped her eyes on her shirt. She nodded, but she wasn't so sure. And then after he went to bed, she dug around in the back of the freezer and ate an entire gallon of the expensive ice cream her sister always tried to hide. And then she realized that her sister must know by now that Molly was the one who always ate it. But she kept on buying it. And that thought made her cry hysterically again.

She was an emotional, exhausted wreck. Thankfully she had Monday off work, and she could spend the whole day resting and sleeping while Bob was on base. He kept looking at her with a sad puppy expression, just wanting to try to make her feel better, but Molly couldn't even figure it out herself. When she woke up on Monday feeling like she had the flu, she started to panic. And after she barely made it to the toilet before she threw up everything in her stomach, she curled up on the bathroom floor and cried for an hour.

She had to force herself to stand up, get her keys and drive to the pharmacy a few blocks away. She had to force herself to look the cashier in the eye as she bought five pregnancy tests. And when she got back home and peed on the tests, she had to force herself to walk around the living room for three minutes while her brain buzzed. Subconsciously, she knew she should have taken a test about a week ago. But she blamed her weird cycle on the new birth control pills. At the time, it had seemed better than blaming herself.

Even before she walked back into the bathroom, she just knew what the result was going to be. There was really no other explanation. She checked the tests and burst into tears. This was all her fault. She was going to lose the person she loved over this. There was no coming back. She sank back down to the bathroom floor, thinking about Bob as she curled up into a tight ball and sobbed until she gave herself a migraine and fell asleep.

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Oh, Molly. Sweetheart. You didn't do it on purpose. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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I AM BACK AGAIN WITH MY HEAD IN HANDS AND HORNY BRUCE WAYNE ON MY MIND I NEED THAT MAN ABSOLUTELY INSANELY DESPERATE FOR BATMOM. SOMETHINNG ABOUT THE URGE.... DELICIOUS

BRB MICROWAVE NOISES ARE HAPPENING IN MY HEEEEAD 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

writing milf!Batmom was bound to happen at some point lol I was waiting for the day to finally happen fr fr SO HERE ❤

warnings: smut (18+ content, minors DNI!)

Look, with that many kids in the household, did you really think no one's going to talk about how sexy of a mother Mrs Wayne is?

Don't get me wrong, Bruce being called a DILF is not uncommon! Just look at him; a rich and respectable hunk of a man, who is also a father of six children and counting? So much hotter than when he was known as a playboy all those years ago. It was only natural for the public to talk about the missus in question as well.

Who could've possibly been the one to finally tame the Bruce Wayne and better yet, encouraged him into the married life?

You, obviously, and boy, did the public understand why.

No matter how much the media tries to deny it, they can never ignore your beauty, your grace, and dare I say, your MILF-ness.

C'mon, everyone's eyes were always on you the second you'd step foot into the gala. Oh, Mrs Wayne is here, in her new silky, silt-cut dress, matchint heels and jewellery that complements your every feature?

Sign me the fuck up!

You may have acknowledged the reputation bestowed upon you, but what you didn't realized was just how strong that power was.

But, of course, your reputation comes with a bit of a price to pay. Not by you, but by your children.

If there was one thing Dick, Jason and Tim were especially too familiar of hearing, especially on social media, it's about you, and the Internet can be very open with their thoughts. People are getting too comfortable on the app, as one would say.

While there was no denying that you were in fact beautiful, they were still your sons, and to see such language about you was almost as traumatic as seeing you and Bruce fooling around in bed.

• 'Mrs Wayne is so hot??? HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HER IN THOSE HEELS??? GYAT'

• 'I've seen her IRL when I was visiting her café and let me tell you; photos do NOT DO HER JUSTICE 🥵'

• 'If my future husband and I don't give Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne energy, I don't want it ☝🏼🤨'

• 'mrs wayne's thighs appreciation: a thread that will having you SCREAMING [includes 10+ photos]'

That last one in particular had an intimidating number of likes, mind you. As if their own set of fans weren't a lot to deal with already.

But hoho, if we're talking about Bruce Wayne's opinion on the matter?

Picture this.

It's like watching an edit of your favourites; going from a random video of you adorably scrunching up your nose to BAM—a slow-mo of you looking like a literal model. How or where anyone's ever gotten that footage from was uncertain, but if you asked Bruce if he's ever seen that video before?

Chances are, he'd say yes.

Repeatedly, even.

Hell, he might've saved it somewhere, amongst other 'tresures', for educational purposes.

He acknowledges the fact that you may be a teenage boy's fantasy, the dream trophy wife of many men, regardless if they were in their lonesome or in a tasteless marriage, but in the end of the day, you were his, just as he was yours.

And while he has the means to save your most intimate moments via his greatest machines, he actually prefers the good ol' polaroid. Saving at least a couple of boudoir photos in his pocket, wallet, the Batmobile, locked away in one of the Batcomputer's rack and much more. Whether they're photos of you lying on your stomach cross-legged in your lingerie, or even a picture of the two of you, glistening in sweat and naked in front of the mirror, he never ran short of his precious 'supplies', and he has more where that came from.

Knowing he was the only one able to not only see you, but make you writhe and scream and cum in his bed—in your bed, around his cock? He could die a happy man, truly. And he'll do just about anything you ask him to, no question?

Want his fingers inside you while he smothers his face in between your breasts? Certainly.

Want him to lie back so you can straddle his face and make you cum with that talented tongue of his? You don't have to tell him twice.

Want him to take your dress and lingerie off so slowly, even though his cock is aching to be touched by those sweet hands of yours? Say no more.

That man is always hungry for you, borderline desperate even, but what's new.

But, if it ever goes down to you, or when the public gets too comfortable voicing out, especially in front of you, and it clearly rubs you the wrong way, best believe he'll do something about.

He doesn't need the comments of others to know how sexy of a woman his wife really is, after all.

I wanted to write smut for this, considering it is a milf!batmom after all, but we all know how long it takes for me to do that HAHA I hope y'all still liked this one tho! Please don't forget to leave some sugar! ❤

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Love Like a Fathers

Request: Hello, hope you're having a good day/night, I was wondering if I could request Spencer x Father figure reader, theyre On a case the unsub tries to kill Spencer but reader protects him and gets hurt himself.

Pairing: platonic!Spencer reid x Father figure!reader

Summary: Y/n gets hurt protecting Spencer from an unsub, and y/n and spencer spend some time together at the hospital

warnings: cannon typical violence, gunshot wounds/blood, swearing, s1 spencer being an adorable little cutie-pie <3

A/N: Friend I'm so so so sry this has been a WIP for like month😭- I've had like no motivation to write :( thank you for the patience and for the lovely request, and although ive never written platonic for spencer, i did my best! btw the lovely dividers are by @cafekitsune (not proof read)

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Spencer Reid and Y/n L/n weren’t related by blood, but if you asked anyone that knew them- they would tell you that it doesnt matter. y/n treated spencer like the son he never had, and spencer treated y/n like the father he lost. Even if you didn’t know them, you could tell the pair were close. Spencers intellect bounced well of y/n’s wisdom. Hotch knew this, and often paired spencer with y/n because of it. And when they got called to a case in the small town of Trutney, Alabama, it was no different.

As soon as the plane landed l/n and reid had been paired off to go to the M.E.’s to look at the one body they had so far. And so the next 2 days went by as uneventfully as they could go on a case with the BAU. Interviews, and case files - take out around a conference table and calls to garcia- just a regular BAU case. Until the last day when they were sure they had the right guy; Daniel Wilson, he fit the profile perfectly. And so the team was spilt into 2 groups; one going to the house and one going to the workplace. Hotch sent y/n and spencer to the back knowing y/n would have spencers back if anything happened.

As they crept through the long hallways silently the pair would share glances every now and then. When they reached a split Y/n made a silent flick of his wrist ordering spencer to take the path to the right while y/n would take the path to the left. Y/n stalked down the hall with his gun raised leaving Spencer to do the same with the other hallway.

Y/n was clearing the final room at the end of the hall when the distant sound of grunting and a gun shot. Without another though y/n raced down the hall toward the continuous grunting yelping. Y/n just barely remembered to call for back up as he ran- Morgan's voice sounding through the phones speakers.

"What's up L/n-"

He was interrupted by y/n's out breath voice.

"I heard a shot from Reid's side of the house I need backup"

Before Morgan could respond y/n hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket. When y/n reached the source of the sounds, he found a door slightly ajar. He pushed it open all the way to find Spencer on the loop ground with the unsub above him. They were pushing against eachother trying sway the barrel of the gun in their favor. Spencer was trying to push the barrel away from his head while the unsub did the opposite. Without hesitation y/n crossed the room and grabbed the unsub roughly by his shoulders throwing him away from spencer. Spencer took no time at all the scramble away, his feet sliding as he fumbled to push himself away. Meanwhile y/n and the unsigned were in a struggle for the gun. And almost as if in slow mo, spencer saw a bullet leave the barrel and enter y/ns shoulder- right where his neck met his shoulders. The resounding bang that came with it caused spencers ears to ring. but caused everything to come back to normal speed was the second gunshot, from y/n to the unsubs chest. He fell to the ground, bleeding out.

“Spencer! spencer i need you to put pressure on the wound- okay?”

Despite the many filed first aid books he’d read, spencer couldnt recall a single bit of information- and was only listening y/n’s instructions.

“alright now use my sweater- ya its right over there. We need something to stop the bleeding-“

Y/n interrupted himself with small grunts and grimaces every time his shoulder moved. But luckily spencer was in it enough to properly use the sweater y/n had provided.

At this point spencers hands were soaked in blood, and so was the sweater. It was warm, and sticky- drying and cracking on the back of his hands. Just then Morgan came storming in, a mix of swat and paramedics trailing behind him. A paramedic took the sweater from spencer’s hands and he was pulled away by Morgan to checked out- despite his protests. spencer was quite insistent he stay with y/n but Morgan settled him enough to get checked out by telling him that he would be updated if anything happened.

Spencer stood in front of the open doors of an ambulance- restlessly wringing his hands together while an EMT patched the small gash on his forehead. Spencer had resisted saying anything about how he thought it was unnecessary- as it wasn’t even bleeding that much. But spencer knew better than to argue with Morgan at this point.

Spencer practically ran- which he didn’t do very often- to the nearest large black SUV. As he walked/ran across the lawn he called out to morgan.

“St. Mary’s right?”

“on 32nd street-“

spencer didnt allow morgan to finish- instead climbing into one of the FBI vehicles littering the street.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned spencers retinas as spoke the woman at the desk.

“excuse me where is Y/n L/n’s room?’

as he spoke, spencer drummed his fingers against the desk- anxious to see y/n. Make sure he was okay.

“Down the hall and to your left, room 328 sir”

Spencer barely managed a curt thank you and nod before he was speed walking down the hall. the lights in the hospital clashed with the stark white of the hall when spencer entered. They were dimmed to be only slightly brighter than the dark sky through the glass. spencer found y/n asleep soundly with a large bandage across his shoulder and butterfly bandages littering his exposed chest and face. Spencer could feel some of the weight lift off his shoulders when his eyes met y/ns closed ones.

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Despite the dim light it still took effort for y/n keep his eyes open once he woke up. The first thing he noticed was sleeping form of Spencer draped over an uncomfortable looking chair. His back and neck were bent forward in what looked to be a not very comfortable position to sleep in.

Spencer stirred when y/n grunted quietly from the pain of sitting himself up. Spencer immediately rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to help y/n, and as always y/n tried to tell Spencer he was fine and didn't need help. But y/n always made an exception for Spencer- especially he insisted with his innocent honey brown eyes.

"Spence I'm fine bud- come sit with me"

Y/n had a smile on his face and patted the spot next to him which he had now made by scooching over. Spencer shyly climbed up next y/n, his slacks and blazer looking out of place to the hospital gown y/n was wearing.

"You know you really scared me back there-"

Spencer was staring at his hands as he spoke- remembering the blood that had once coated them. Y/n took the opportunity to place a comforting comforting hand on Spencer's back, rubbing back and forth the way y/ns own family did.

"I know- but you can't rid of me that easily bud"

They both laughed lightly at that and instead of responding verbally Spencer leaned his head on y/ns shoulder, appreciating the warmth of y/ns excess internal heat. Spencer was often the one to take advantage of the human heater of a person y/n was. And this was one of those moments.

No more words were needed for the rest of the evening. They weren't needed for anything- the team could handle it (and it helped that Hotch knew how stressed Spencer was and let him know he could stay at the hospital with y/n).

And there; in the dimly lit hospital room, that smelled of disinfectant, Spencer felt more comforted than in his own home.

The End

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #bau #cute #bau team #fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #Spencer reid x father figure! Reader #Platonic spencer #S1 Spencer #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds request #Request #requests open

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thegreymoon · 3 months

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The Story of Minglan

Super hopeful we're now getting to the part where we finally get rid of Manniang 🙄 I am tired of her nonsense. She isn't even smart and her schemes are so vulgar and basic.

Tingye, please listen to Nanny!

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Mmm... doubt that, but OK.

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LOL, she seems unhappy at the prospect of doing manual labour for a living 🤣🤣

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OH FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF 🤬🤬

This is rich, coming from a man who has never once made a decision in his life without consulting his dick first 🙄

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LMAOOOOOOO, he couldn't sneak if his life depended on it 🤣🤣

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Aww, Minglan, cutie, reaching out to make up with Gu Tingye 😢

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Oh? 👀

Why not? They couldn't swing it after all?

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I find it fascinating that all these high-born women were still expected to cook.

I can't imagine a European duchess or queen cooking anything ever unless it was a special hobby or something. When I think back on other harems in c-dramas I've seen, all the consorts/wives cooked. For example, in Nirvana in Fire we see Consort Jing being especially good at it.

Even in 2ha, Taxian-jun, who was a whole emperor at the time and had countless servants to prepare his food, insisted that Chu Wanning cook for him, even though he was terrible at it. He personally taught him to make that rice porridge and he ate it no matter what slop Chu Wannning ended up concocting. Of course, cooking and eating is Mo Ran's love language, so it made sense that he insisted on Chu Wanning doing this for him, because he desperately needed to feel loved by him, but it still seems like cooking was the norm rather than an exception among all high-level wives.

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SHE WAS SELLING HIS MOTHER'S STUFF?

LMAO, oh, Manniang, you are so done! 🤣🤣

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Honestly, Manniang is so embarrasing.

There she was, thinking she was fit to play on the big chessboard with the likes of Madam Qin and the rest of the nobles, but she got caught out like a rat by Nanny Chang through some elementary-level trickery. Truly pathetic.

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How is he penniless when he has farmlands and shops in his possession?

Also, how is it even possible for some rando to sell land registered to another person without their consent?

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Wait, who's alive?

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How does anyone ever fall for this bullshit?

Why should he be the one to kill your treacherous ass and then carry you around on his conscience?

Fuck off and go die on your own terms, if you're so eager.

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LMAO, classic DARVO.

Just boot her out already! I swear, men will stick their dicks into anything that comes attached to a pretty face.

She's not even a competent liar, Tingye! Please find some self-respect.

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I mean, good, I am beyond sick and tired of her whiny, fake baby voice, but I'm worried she'll try to harm the kids.

Storywise, it makes sense, because we can't have competition for Minglan's legitimate offspring 🙄

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With a mother like you, who needs enemies?

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God, if she whines, "Erlaaaaaaaaang," once more in that slimy soft voice, I will break something, it grates on my nerves so badly.

I went down an ASMR rabbit hole sometime back and there were these women using this fake baby voice to narrate their shitty videos. It unnerved me so much. I can't even pinpoint the reason, it's just that all the alarm bells I have in my brain start blaring when I hear it.

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LOL, of course she does.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep20

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purplephloxpress · 8 months

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It's August 21, which means: Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day! If you are a writer of fanfic, please know just how appreciated you are!! Fandom would be such a different space without your creativity and labors of love. 💜

In celebration of this most glorious holiday, @renegadepublishing ran an event where we bind copies of fics to gift to their authors, and I had the joy of binding The Tranquility of Water for @noppoh! It's a truly fantastic post-canon story and I love the exploration into the effects of the main story on its characters after the fact. (This is a story I love so much that I wrote up a page and a half crash course on The Untamed so I can try to force my sibling into reading it as well. Take that as you will)

The walls of the Hanshi creep in on him and so Lan Xichen leaves. He leaves Cloud Recesses and his seclusion, stealing away in the night with no-one the wiser that he even left. His feet bring him to Lotus Pier where a surprisingly kind Jiang Cheng seems determined to help him heal.

With a title like "Tranquility of Water" and the story largely taking place at Lotus Pier, I may have been a little heavy handed with the lotus imagery throughout the book, but it felt very fitting! The lotus on the cover was a last minute addition, but one that turned out so lovely. Just, you know, to tie everything together lotus-wise. (Another one of my favorite design details in the typeset is that both title fonts from the chapter headers and title page get repeated within the text of the story as the main characters handwriting fonts!)

I started the physical binding process of my copy while at the Renegade Retreat in April (and decided the week before that I wanted to change my body font... can you say formatting speedrun?) and up until that point I hadn't actually figured out what the cover and endpages were going to look like. Special thanks to everyone who contributed pieces to this binding (and who moral-supported me along the way -- my copy holds so many fun memories now) because it LITERALLY would not look like this without you all. I really love the way the color transitions worked out, with a predominantly blue/green case, fading into green, into pink, into the title page, and then transitioning back out at the end of the book.

And these endbands!! Friends, that is SILK embroidery floss that a friend brought to the retreat especially so I could experience the decadence of silk endbands. I will never be the same. (They're so smooth... so shiny... so slippery to work with, but SO WORTH IT)

(Binding details under the cut)

The pieces that went into this bind:

Fandom: The Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pairing: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin / Lan Huan | Lan Xichen

Bookcloth: Renegade Retreat Swap Table Special (I have no idea what it is, but it was just enough to make a copy for myself and the author and the color worked PERFECTLY!)

Cover paper: Opal Momi paper

Endpapers: from the Craft Consortium Ink Drops - Dusk paper pack

Titling: foil quill

Endbands: leather cording core, silk embroidery floss for the bands

Body font: EB Garamond

Title fonts: Wintersoul and Bastian

Handwriting fonts: Bastian (Lan Xichen), Richardson Script (Lan Wangji), and Wintersoul (Jiang Cheng)

Tumblr insists on eating and doubling text in this section at its own whim, so if there's something missing that you're curious about, feel free to DM me an ask!

#ffwad #renegadelovesfic #fanfiction writers appreciation day #renegade bindery #ficbinding #fanbinding #purplephloxpress #adventures in bookbinding #the untamed #mdzs #xicheng #noppoh

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sunflowersteves · 1 year

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forehead kiss || d.d.

chapter one of partners in crime

pairing || din djarin x f!reader

summary || With a bounty on the loose, you and Din are off on a chase.

author's note || i can't wait to get more into this series, i have so much planned!! also i promise next chapter will have smut ;)

warnings || angst, insecurities, fluff, lowkey slowburn, canon-typical violence, eventual smut, no moff gideon plot, din in love, mutual pining

series masterlist || masterlist

Beads of sweat run down your forehead as a defeated sigh leaves your lips. Your muscles were screaming at you for an ounce of a break. The bounty was supposed to be easy, incredibly easy—but it felt like you had been chasing him for hours on end.

You huffed in annoyance, while the Mandalorian just stayed silent and calculating.

Greef had offered you and the Mandalorian a hefty bounty since the last one he slid over was almost nothing—only about fifty credits to be split between the two of you. A Prince from Toydaria had lost his way in the depths of the galaxy after pirates had attacked his ship and held him for ransom.

From some unknown sources that Greef gave, you were able to find information that the Prince was alive and hiding on Tatooine. The King and Queen placed a bounty on him, unharmed, in hopes to find their son.

You figured he would want to return back as quickly as possible—no doubt missing his family and the luxury life as royalty. What you weren't expecting, though, was how good the Prince was at hiding. He never seemed to ever want to return.

He was quick and cumbersome—any trail that you and Mando left behind, he was able to sniff the two of you out. He somehow knew each and every time you were nearby as he ran through alleyways and hid in crowded markets.

He out ran the two of you all around Mos Eisley. First, you went through a cantina. Then a guild, and then some poor woman’s home. You three scared the living shit out of her as she flung a greasy pan into the air. You and the Mandalorian even dodged the soap bottle she threw at you.

Unfortunately, though, the Prince was also exceptionally great at dodging your attacks, which only made you groan in annoyance even further. The last time the two of you saw him, he had headed straight for the busy markets. So, the two of you sat tight—shoulders nonchalantly leaning against the cantina wall while the Mandalorian stood rigid.

“Still no sign of him yet?”

An exasperated sigh buzzed through his modulator and it was the only signal he gave to you that there was no sign of him. You knew how stressful some of these hunts could be. He didn’t want to stay on this planet for long in fear that someone might stalk near the ship as the kid was fast asleep.

You and the Mandalorian are partners in crime, of sorts. It was the closest thing you could call whatever was happening on the Razor Crest. One day, you were both after the same bounty and you fought tooth and nail for them.

Your lip was bloody and your stomach was bruised, his head swirled slightly to the right—his balance a little off. You could tell by his dazed stare that you had only a few seconds to grab the bounty and go—and you almost did until you saw a pair of green ears poke out from under his bag.

The Mandalorian tried to shove the kid back into his brown pouch, but you had already seen him. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out—a swirling of thoughts crossed your mind. Then, unexpectedly for the Mandalorian, you let the harsh grip that you had on the bounty’s arm go, and shoved the tied up man toward the Mandalorian.

“Here.” You said. “For the kid.”

The Mandalorian didn’t say a word as he shoved the bounty over his shoulder and started to walk away. Almost ten feet passed you, though, he stopped. He turned around and nodded his head toward you—inviting you to come along. You, confused, stayed silent as well, but followed the strange Mandalorian and his green baby.

You would help around the ship with the baby. You would give him aid in catching bounties. You would tinker around on the ship, despite his first panicked expressions.

Sooner or later it made Din realize that he never wanted to let you go. You were his family. His clan. He had finally found his purpose. Little did he know, you sought the same visions too.

So ever since that day, you never left.

You scan the crowds and search for any signs of the Prince. Your hand traced the blaster that sat right in its holster. It was something you did when you needed to concentrate. Din, personally and secretly, took note of the little details of you. “Maker—where is that fucking kid?”

He turned slightly to look at you, watching as your fingers glided over the barrel of the blaster once more. He could feel his heart thump loudly against his armor—pressing against his ear drums.

“He’ll turn up soon.” He breathed in deep, trying to stay focused on the task.

Ever since the two of you met, he had always been so enamored by your presence. There was just something about you that had him aching to know more, to know every single detail about you. Yet every single time, he would push those feelings down to the bottom chasm of his mind.

Every laugh, every smile, every kick and punch, every soft touch, every star-crossed glance, every little thing he compartmentalized inside of his head. He couldn’t get you out of his mind if he tried.

He was in love with you, that much he knew. His mind was constantly clouded with thoughts about you. His mind was becoming antsy—itching to press his fingertips against the soft plains of your skin. He wasn’t sure just how many more times he could pass you in the ship without wanting to kiss your cheeks.

“Mando! There he is!”

You don’t even wait for an answer as you race down the middle of the market. The kid turned around with bright wide eyes at the sight of you bolting towards him.

You could see his chest start to come closer and closer, your arm reaching out as far as you could to snatch the kid. You could hear Din’s heavy armor clunk behind you, the fast speed of his legs carrying him.

Suddenly, the Prince cut a corner and ran into a small area of jorgan fruit stands. Your body almost crashed into a handful of crates, but you still chased him nonetheless.

The kid looks back at you and sticks his tongue out, teasing you for being slower than he was.

“Oh for—this fucking kid!”

Your eyes widened slightly as an old man started walking right in front of your path. You panic at the thought of hitting some poor old man until you feel a sharp tug at your waist, and you flung forward, soaring over the old man. You were able to catch yourself from falling, and you continued to run after the Prince.

You turn your head back around and see Mando’s grappling hook start to sling back towards him. He gives you a small nod before you turn back around, trying to focus on the hunt.

To your luck, the kid finally starts to get tired from all the ducking and dodging, and his speed starts slowing down. Your heart is racing as you stretch out your hand once more. You were so close, fingertips just barely touching the leather. You try to pick up your pace a little bit, your legs tensing rapidly from the hard ground.

You smile in victory as your hand encloses around the jacket, your whole body leaning forward to snatch him. The two of you tumble forward and roll onto the hard ground, sand flinging around in a dust cloud.

Your hands immediately wrap around the bounty’s arms, while he pushes his arms against you in an attempt to get out of your grasp. Shiny armor beamed in front of your eyes as the Mandalorian approached the two of you. He reached down and cuffed the squirming Prince.

He held out his hand to you, one which you gladly accepted. Din’s heart skipped as he watched your smile beam up at him. His body becomes rigid and still as your hands find themselves perched up against his chest.

His ears almost warmed at your excited laughter from finally catching this simple bounty. Out of all the problems of today, he wasn’t expecting to feel the soft warmth of your skin radiate onto his beskar. He wasn’t expecting your touch to be so soft or the smile on your face to be so contagious.

He found himself smiling wide, one hand reaching down to capture your wrist. What stole his breath away, though, was when your hands moved up to his helmet, slowly making him lean down to touch your foreheads together.

He whipped his head backward as fast as he could, his heart slamming against his ribcage.

“W-What was that?” He breathed heavily.

You didn’t dare move out of his arms at first, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Although, he didn’t move either, so you both stood there with your arms secured around his forearm.

“On my planet, touching foreheads is a greeting but it can also be a way of celebration.”

There was a small pause as you hear Mando’s chest rise and fall hard like he couldn’t quite breathe right. Your eyebrow twitched in concern. “Why? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

His head moved down to stare at the way your hands rested upon his forearm, squeezing the indestructible metal.

“I- No.”

When his visor made its way back to your face, you didn’t look too convinced. He wanted to snap his eyes close and retreat to the Razor Crest. He wanted to let the ground swallow him whole. His hands started to become clammy, while thoughts raced against one another.

He couldn’t tell you that what you had done was a kiss. A Keldabe kiss that he has seen many of those in his covert do with their clans.

“Okay.”

He watched in agony as that bright smile you wore started to fade, your arms slowly retracting themselves. You still weren't convinced, that much he definitely knew.

“I’m sorry if I disrespected—”

Before his brain could really catch up to his heart, Din interrupted you by pulling your wrists forward, and you crash into his arms. Your hands were bunched up on his broad chest, and your heart thumped against your chest. Your eyes start to flutter close as his head leaned down to touch yours.

You could hear the long breaths leaving his modulator, and you could feel his shaky hands move up and down your back, soothing the rough outlines of your shirt.

Finally, Din's heart felt calm. He could feel the warmth that spread across his body at the feeling of your head pressed against his helmet. His hands squeezed your wrists even tighter, as if he never wanted to let go.

“Thank you.”

You swallowed, only allowing yourself to nod as a response. Mando was trying—an attempt to make amends and follow the culture of your own people.

However, the tranquility only lasted for so long as his brain panicked and his heart thumped across his chest. His ears almost not able to catch the sound of your breath as it flowed through his modulator. Just as quickly as he had done earlier, his body retracted itself from you.

You almost shiver at the lack of warmth that surged through your body from the mere touches he gave you. You looked down at the golden sand, awkwardness filling your stomach. You knew Mando wasn't telling you something.

You could tell that it must have been something important from his reaction and silent glances he had been giving you after you parted from him.

Mando says your name, the modulator picking up the confusion in his voice.

"Yeah, Mando?"

He looks around, then turns back to you. "Where's the Prince?"

“Oh—fuck—maker—where did the kid go?”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

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marvel-ous-m · 1 year

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Been thinking about modern AU Elementary School Librarian!Eddie and Substitute Teacher!Steve.

Eddie, who doesn’t really know how he ended up working at the school. A series of events that made him luck out, he supposed. He had always loved books, and practically lived at the public library in between working at the shop and sleeping. He had gotten to know the librarians there over time, had familiarized himself with the Dewey Decimal System from browsing the aisles, and had begun to explore different genres of books after finishing his sci-fi/fantasy bucket list. One evening, while he was curled up on one of the couches in the corner, re-reading The Hobbit for the hundredth time, a little girl with fire-red hair and her front two teeth missing ran up to him and begged him to read to her. He had glanced around the room for a moment, searching for the girl’s parent, but came up with nothing. At a loss, he decided he might as well read to her.

They got through three books that the girl- Max, she had said her name was- had picked out. By the end of his time reading to her, a small group of kids had crowded around him, and a couple of parents were on the outskirts of the makeshift circle smiling at him, clearly pleased that their kids were enjoying “story time”. One of the librarians noticed too, apparently. As Eddie was leaving to walk back to his apartment that night, he was slid a printed-out job posting for the librarian at the elementary school. Eddie never really saw himself as a ‘kids’ guy, but reading to them had been the highlight of his day, and they had all said he’d done the voices well… maybe this would be a good thing. Certainly better than the muscle strain he had almost daily from fixing cars.

So he submitted a resume. He got a letter of recommendation from the librarian who slid him the job posting, and somehow, even without having any certification past his High School Diploma, he landed an interview. They had been desperate, apparently. It was a tiny school in their tiny town and they needed someone to fill in. After only fifteen minutes, he got offered the job- pending results of a four week job shadow with the retiring librarian they were trying to replace and background checks. Two months later and he had become a well-established faculty member at the school, ‘Mr. M’, who did the best monster voices (according to the kids), decorated the library to make it look like it was out of a fairytale (with the help of the art teacher and his now-best-friend Robin Buckley), and even filled in for the music teacher on occasion. It was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Roughly three years after he was hired, he finds one of his lunch breaks being interrupted by Mrs. Harrington’s 3rd grade class. She had always been a bit of a bitch, but she never operated off-schedule. Eddie put his lunch away and observed as the kids flooded into the library and ran around, all finding a book to read or an activity to quietly play with. Will Byers (one of his favorite kids- not that he had favorites, but he totally did) ran up to him, holding watercolor markers and giving him puppy dog eyes. Eddie sighed and rolled up his sleeve, then helped Will sit on his desk so he could reach Eddie’s arm better. Will had asked about Eddie’s tattoos at the beginning of the year, wondering why there wasn’t any color on some of them, and then had been determined to color them in. And Eddie? Well, he couldn’t say no to the kid. Plus it was pretty adorable to have his ‘metal’ tattoos covered in washable marker.

“Will! Did he say you could do that?” Eddie looked up at the exclamation, surprised to come face-to-face with somebody who was definitely not Mrs. Harrington.

“Wait- who are you? Do I need to get the security guard?”

“What? No- no, I’m Mrs. Harrington’s substitute. They sent an email out about me I think? I’m- her son, actually. But you can just call me Steve. Or- probably Mr. Steve in front of the kids? I’m still kind of new at this- my mom called me last week and said she needed to stop teaching for a while because she needed to go on my dad’s business trips with him, she’s always been a bit suspicious of what he really does on the trip, and since I just got my teaching certification she figured it would be best for me too be her substitute- and shi-oot, shoot, I’m totally over sharing right now- it’s just the kids begged me to come here and they weren’t doing our math activity so I kinda panicked-“

“Whoa, alright, slow down big boy.” Eddie chuckled under his breath, then grabbed a sticky note and a pen with his free hand and scrawled out his number. Once he was done he handed it to Steve with a smirk. “I’m absolutely terrible at checking my email. So there ya go- the first number is for my cell- teaching these rascals can be a handful, especially with Henderson and Mayfield in your class, so feel free to text me anytime. We can talk about school or… other things.” Eddie let his eyes take in the man in front of him- and damn, this guy was hot.

Steve blushed, stuttering as he spoke. “A-and the second?” Oh shit, he wasn’t just hot, he was cute too. Eddie suddenly wanted to make Steve this flustered all the time.

“Second number is my extension for the phones here, if the kids get to be too much I can come down the hall for a visit and get them focused while you take a break. They have library time on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1pm to 2:30pm.” Eddie smiled at him, softer this time. “I’m sure you’re doing a great job. They’re just antsy because of the change- but I think they’d like anybody more than your mom- um, no offense.”

“None taken, she’s a bitc- um, a not super nice lady.” Steve coughed, smiling nervously. “Still getting used to kid-friendly language.”

Eddie shook his head fondly. This was certainly the start of something very interesting.

#steddie #stranger things #my writing #elementary school steddie au #I picture Eddie’s library being covered in paper vines and castles and stuff #steve harrington #eddie munson #modern steddie au #stranger things au #fic

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tempestuous-lush · 10 months

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Crimson & Clover || SoA

Bonus Chapter - Shiv

warnings: fighting in the beginning (thrown dishes), unprotected sex, angry sex, a bit of orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, and believe it or not some fluff.

summary: This is a bonus chapter to introduce a character I plan to use in future chapters for plot. Shiv. Shiv is Chibs' woman. She believes he might be getting bored with her, and therefore seeing someone else. It's been eating at her for a bit. Chibs gets home and makes an ill timed joke not knowing her insecurities.

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You were zoned out as you looked out the kitchen window, mind busy turning over all of the worries and insecurities you had. It had all started with your thoughts that maybe you weren’t enough. You weren’t his wife. Couldn’t be. After all, she had given him a daughter, even though he never was able to see her. Raise her. You took another sip of your coffee, closing your eyes as you accepted the comforts of a fresh cup.

That had to be it, why he wasn’t around anymore.

At the end of the day, he missed them. It would make sense, explain his lack of ties from before the two of you were together. Perhaps when he looked at you, he wished you were her.

You hadn’t heard Chibs come in through the back door. Chibs stood at the kitchen island, watching you drink your coffee as you sat there on your stool looking out the window. You’d been doing this more and more lately. All of this zoning out…you were much younger than him, perhaps you found someone who could provide more, everything you deserved, a real life.

He took a long, appreciative look at your legs. That soft supple skin and the muscular but soft curves of them leading him up, the hem of your sweater hiding what he loved almost as much as he loved your ferocity. He hadn’t been spending so much time here anymore with you, helping Jax where he could and the club overall. Especially considering everything seemingly brewing between Jax and Clay.

Fucking hell though, he missed you.

He smiled softly before commenting, “No’ thinking o’ running away with someone else, staring out tha’ window now, are ya’, mo cridhe?”

Your eyes narrowed and fingers gripped the mug a bit too tightly, breaths growing shallower.

How dare he.

He was the one that was gone at all hours, doing god knows what. Or who. For that matter. You hated yourself for it but your mind instantly went to the one girl that hung out at the club, hanging on to every word Chibs would say.

Was that who he was occupying his time with? Before you could register anything else you snapped and threw your mug at him, the words spilling out of your mouth at the same time, “Fuck you, you fucking cunt.”

Your chest was heaving with the sudden anger you felt. There was a flash of remorse when you saw the mug hit its target, a bit of blood blooming over his eye. Just a flash, and then it was gone, replaced by something else entirely when you saw the way he was looking at you. Your voice wavered slightly as you asked, “How fucking dare you, Chibs?”

What he said flashed through your mind again and the anger resurged as you found yourself throwing a plate from the dish drainer at him. He dodged that one, seeing it coming this time. It crashed against the wall behind him. You found another cup and threw it, yelling, “Fucking Scottish BASTARD.”

“Fucking hell Shiv!”

He dodged another throw, and another, slowly making his way to you until you ran out of ammunition. One hand was on either side of you as he leaned on the counter, boxing you in. Angry tears threatened to spill from you and the first thing he thinks to say with that smirk, “All tha’ does is leave me wanting to fuck ya’ more, mo cridhe. Tame tha’ fiesty little cunt of yours the only way tha’ I know how.”

As if to drive his point, he pulled your hips to his and grinded his full and heavy cock up against you…managing to give you the slightest pleasure even though he was fully clothed and you were halfway dressed in your sweater and a pair of underwear. You faltered for a second before you realized he completely side stepped your anger. As he leaned in to kiss you, your hand collided hard with his face as you slapped him.

Chibs wasn’t sure what had you so angry with him, but fucking hell, if a part of him didn’t find it a fucking turn on. The hell is wrong with me?

You moved to slap him again, this time though he caught hold of your wrist before you could make contact. A smirk appeared on his face as if to say not this time. So you slapped him with the other hand instead. Chibs grabbed hold of that one as well, pinning them both to the counter right behind you on either side. At this point, he was inches from your face, both of you breathing heavily.

His dark eyes steadily stared into yours…searching for a yes, goading slightly, “There’s tha’ fiesty woman tha’ I love.”

At that, he let go of one of your wrists and you slapped him one last time time before his hand grabbed a rough hold of your loose hair and pulled back so hard you nearly winced, but just hard enough that instead he earned one of those throaty moans from you that he loved so much.

Then, his lips collided with yours and you welcomed him by immediately opening your mouth to his, his tongue tasting you before you pulled back and bit his lower lip as you did, earning a near growl from him. And that’s when he used his leverage in the hold on your hair to turn you quickly and a bit rough, the counter biting into your stomach as you landed.

Hand still in your hair, he used his other to lift the hem of your sweater to expose that ass of yours to him. Chibs let out a low whistle at the sight of it clad in those pretty little dark red underwear he loved so much. His free hands held your mid back down as he pulled on your hair again and leaned over you just to moan in your ear at the feel of his still clothed cock against your ass, “I missed the sight of tha’ almost as much as the rest of ya’, mo cridhe. Tell me how much ya’ missed it” - he pushed his hips into you and you moaned - “missed me.”

Your breathing was erratic as you were held there, his cock digging into your ass as he pressed it further, and you refused to lament, “Fuck you.”

“Now tha’....tha’ was not the answer tha’ I wanted, Shiv.”

Chibs backed off and let go of your hair, the hand on your back dropping to hold you with his arm instead so that you couldn’t get up. His other hand ran up and down your thigh and you willed yourself not to budge.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

His hand came to rest on the side of those red underwear he loved so much and tutting, he grabbed a handful and pulled hard. They ripped away from you and you felt the cold air conditioned air hitting your ass as he pulled the fabric away. You felt the surge of your arousal and you pressed your legs together, something Chibs noticed. He grabbed hold of your hair again and lifted the other from your back so that you were standing up, your back to his front. Chibs smiled, “Ya’ forget, Shiv, I know you. In every way tha’ counts. So I know when yer angry. Even though ya’ do a fine job of lettin’ everyone know tha’. And I know when yer wanting me inside of ya. But I so love it when ya’ make me work for it.”

A pull of your hair and your neck was exposed to him, his lips falling on it and kissing those soft spots you loved before he sucked hard to a point of near pain, then licking, then repeating. All the while his other hand ran along your hip before going to your front, fingers ghosting along your skin inches from where you suddenly burned for him.

A strangled moan left you and it turned into a near whine as his hand instead traveled further north until his calloused, rough fingertips found the softness of your breasts and he praised, “Still tha’ most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen, Shiv.”

He went back to ravaging your neck with his mouth, intent on leaving bruises in his wake to remind you of this…that he was there while his palm kneaded into those perfect tits, playing with your nipples. He kept going like this until you were moaning his name. Then, his hand traveled lower once more, “Tell me ya’ missed it Shiv, missed my cock…missed me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Telling me tha’ ya’ aren’t getting wet for me?”

He wasn’t going to win, “No.”

His hand ventured further down as he slowly sank his middle middle finger into you, lazily pumping in and out, “Feel plenty wet for me, mo cridhe.”

You could feel his finger, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace, giving just enough friction to get you going but not enough to get you there. His hand let go of your hair and found its way to your throat, keeping a firm grasp as he continued his teasing.

There was nothing but time today it seemed as he continued his game, your sweet little sounds growing more frustrated, desperate, needy. When he pulled his finger out of you, you whined at the loss. Chibs chuckled at that.

He let you go and you turned around to look at him which was a mistake. Those dark eyes were on you, frenzied. The blood had run down the side of his face before it slowed. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, looking as angry as you had just then no doubt. Spitting in his left hand he began pumping it all the while licking your juices from the finger he'd plunged deep inside of you.

Chibs let out a guttural moan as the taste of you hit his tongue. You watched as precum seeped from the head of his cock, joining his spit as he continued stroking himself before he stopped and let go. Both of his hands by his side, all of his clothes still on and his cock ready for you.

You could feel the slick of your arousal and fucking hell you didn’t want to let him win, but you were wavering. His eyes never left you and he spoke up again, “I missed ya’. Fucking christ Shiv, I dreamt about the taste of ya’. Still, didn’t compare to reality. Fucking delicious. And my cock? Well, tha’ ya can see for yourself mo cridhe.”

A shaky breath in, and you responded with a sultry voice, “Why don’t you show me, Chibs? Show me how much you missed just the taste of me.”

Just like that, you caved.

Walking towards him, he huffed before responding, “Alright then, tha’ I can do.”

Without any warning, he lifted and turned you so that you were sitting on the kitchen island and he asked roughly as he pulled your chair over, “Why don’t ya’ lay down for me, Shiv? Open those pretty legs.”

As he sat down in front of you, a patient man awaiting dinner, you stifled a laugh bubbling inside of you and simply complied. Your legs fell open and he muttered, “Christ, look at the mess tha’ you’ve already made for me. Nearly weeping with need aren’t ya’?”

Then, without any other warning, he threw one of your legs over his shoulders and began devouring you like you were his last meal. Your back arched immediately at the sensation and his hand caressed your thigh as he quickly brought you to life, tongue working your clit with utmost precision. As he did, he slipped off his vest and threw it onto the island near you. Unzipping his jacket next, it hit the ground and the button up shirt followed. Then, his hands grabbed at your hips and pinned them down on the cold counter to keep you from moving too much as he sucked on your swollen clit.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you cried out a strangled chain or curses before he continued lapping up your juices, delving into your folds and teasing you with the very tip of his tongue in feather light touches. As you opened your mouth to protest, he sucked hard again and you cried out once more at the contact. Until he cycled back to those teasing touches and his tongue buried inside you. That was when you realized and protested pathetically, “Chi- baby, pl-please don’t t-tease me.”

As if in answer he sucked hard once, twice, three times, slipping two of his fingers deep inside you.

He paused briefly to spit in his free hand to continue stroking himself as he kept working to eat you out, his groans of appreciation driving you further with lust. Suddenly angry at the words he spoke, he imagined you giving yourself to someone else like this and grew a bit heated.

Letting up, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back to your feet.

Grabbing your hair, he led you to the nearest wall and lifted your leg to sink deep inside of you. You were so wet from him that he could have cum inside of you right then and there. But no. He needed you to cum on his cock. Tell you that you were his. Only his. He put your leg over his shoulder, following up by putting the other over his shoulder as well, your back against the wall helping to hold you up while opening yourself to him even further. He thrust to test the waters out and you gasped at how full you were. Desperate to feel more, your nails dug into his back in desperation of needing him closer. A hiss of pain escaped Chibs, his pleasure following immediately after as he thrust into you again and held it there commenting, “There is my greedy little Shiv.”

He continued thrusting into you, slow and steady and leaving you feeling full but not satisfied. The mother fucker was still teasing you. You opened your mouth to protest and as you did he picked up his pace, the sound of skin on skin and your cries of “right there Chibs…fuck me right there” filled the room. Oh you were so close. But, what you typically loved about Chibs was playing against you. He knew your body, and could feel you on the precipice. He slowed down and pulled out of you.

Letting your legs down he placed them on the ground and knelt before you, a man at worship as he then put a leg over his shoulder to place a kiss above your pussy shining with your arousal before licking up what he could. Your hands instinctively found his hair, gripping hard into the roots as you held on for dear life. He was not teasing you now. He wasn’t taking it slow. No, he had one goal in mind. And you were fast approaching it. Your body tensed and you were cumming on his face.

Chibs wasn’t satisfied with that though. It wasn’t enough. So, just as you tensed up and he could feel you cumming, he slipped two of his fingers inside of you. He began hitting the softness of your g spot with them, sucking on your clit and you were suddenly warm in your sweater, too warm, sweat slicking your skin. You were crying out incoherently, Chibs’ name falling from your tongue like a fucking prayer. How badly he wanted to bend you over and fuck you endlessly with how you sounded, but not until he got what he was chasing from you. Your fingers in his scalp pulled harder, eliciting a growling, guttural moan. He didn’t know how much he liked a bit of pain before you. And suddenly, you snapped.

Your hand pulled his head away just in time, your cum squirting all over the lower half of his face as he pumped it out of you with those fingers until he nearly had to catch you after you were done.

Suddenly, you were on the floor with him, among the scattered fragments of glass, beneath him. Your legs wrapped around Chibs and pulled him towards you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your back came up from the ground to help greet such a feeling of fullness. His eyes looked into yours as he started thrusting, one of his hands caressing your cheek as the other braced his weight. Everything about this was so tender, so different from everything else that transpired. You felt tears threatening to spill as a small sob escaped you and he shushed you, “What’s wrong, mo cridhe?”

“I missed you” - a gasp interrupted your confession as he thrust into a sensitive spot - “so much.”

“As have I.”

The two of you fell into rhythm, your hips coming up to meet him as he thrust, his forehead resting against your neck. Everything was quiet except for the sounds of pleasure the two of you made until finally his hips grew erratic and he grunted, cumming deep inside of you and holding himself there as if to keep his warmth inside you.

It was only then that you asked, “What does mo cridhe mean?”

“It, uh…” He pulled out and lay beside you on his back, feeling sheepish. You weren’t letting him escape though. Instead, you swung your legs over and straddled him, “Tell me, Chibs.”

“My heart, lass. It means my heart.”

You were thinking of your insecurities and what he just said, and it made you start laughing just a little. However, the laughter grew until you were doubled over on him. His arms wrapped around you and he questioned slightly, “Didn’t mean for it to be so funny, Shiv.”

“No” - you coughed to try and cease your laughter before slowly coming down - “I, um, thought you were maybe seeing someone else. Partaking in the club’s girls even. I just thought I wasn’t enough.”

You could feel him stirring beneath you even as he said the words, “Not enough, Shiv?”

A smile appeared on his face, and he playfully thrust into you before using his body weight to get you on your back again, “And just how many times do I have to drive home” - he thrust his now ready cock back inside of you - “the point?”

You gasped as he thrust again, “You’re not just enough. You’re everything tha’ I could want.”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them, “I love you.”

He smiled once more, lifting your calf to bite into it playfully to elicit a yelp from you before you laughed again, till he silenced you with another thrust, “And I love ya', mo cridhe. Don’t ever forget that.”

tags: @ambassadortotrilliusprime

#chibs x reader #chibs x you #chibs telford #chibs imagine #soa chibs #chibs telford smut #chibs smut #chibs x shiv

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Cap'n

I would like one (1) angst pls

You're evil and I crave violence

(Angst may be increased from one (1) indefinitely if so desired)

You came at a wonderful time anon. This dove is DEAD. Explicit depictions of rape, sexual abuse, and drugging. It's Explicit. There is no build up, you go straight into it.

Simon's knees hurt. There was a cold feeling of metal digging into his gums. It was the knife to keep him from trying to sink his teeth in to flesh. His hands had been bound behind his back, twisting until his wrists were almost between his shoulder blades. There was now a constant throbbing pain in all of it.

A thumb pressed into the hollow of his cheek.

"Open wider."

Simon refused until the knife twisted, cutting part of his inner cheek. His teeth scraped harshly against the blade. He couldn't keep his mouth closed anymore. Not due to the pain, he was just fine sitting there all day, but the metal twisted and he didn't have the jaw strength to keep his mouth closed anymore.

"Be a good boy and I'll give you a drink afterwards, yeah?" Roba carefully pushed inside of his mouth, remembering there was a blade there. It pressed against the back of his throat, making him start to gag. The hand in his hair tightened and he forced Simon to take more.

His body hurt. His hands clenched and struggled.

Salt. There was just the taste of salt and metal. Hard flesh pressed against his soft palate.

"Use your teeth and you'll lose all of them. Don't need them to be a soldier do you?"

Simon kept gagging. He had never been particularly good at this and Roba wasn't giving him time to adjust. Saliva dripped down his chin.

Ghost closed his eyes and tried to drift anywhere else. A hard thump on the head brought Simon right back to him.

"Stay with me, lad. Enjoying yourself?" Ghost felt half insane. Hearing the thick Mexican accent say lad. Shamefully, disgustingly, horrifically, his body was reacting. His cock pressed hard against his pants and tears started running down his face.

He's fourteen again and his dad needs drugs.

He's sixteen and the guy is a lot older but he wants the attention.

He's nineteen and he's just helping out one of his friends.

It was never dirty for them. Just him. He was the person on the floor.

Simon felt them push further, ignoring his gag reflex entirely. He kept gagging until his vision blurred.

Roba had gotten rid of that. Luckily, he had been heavily drugged, but he was fairly certain it included a ring gag. Either way, he hadn't had it after that.

But it was back. For some reason. And it made him choke and more drool left his mouth. Tears ran down his face.

Simon wanted to get off the floor. God he wanted to get off the floor

The pressure between his legs made him cringe. Especially when long legs found their way between them and pressed against his crotch.

Whore.

Disgusting pervert.

Fucking monster.

Simon sobbed horribly as he came. The hand in his hair puppetted him, letting his mind go blank as he did nothing but sat there. His brain felt like it was going to melt. There was nothing.

He was nothing.

He's back in Mexico and it'll never end because he doesn't think he can crawl out of another grave.

They cum down his throat.

It tastes decent.

The hand in his hair pulls him back and Soap sees the utterly blank look in his eyes.

"Simon?"

Ghost blinks back.

A gentle shake. "Simon?"

Simon sobs hard. He can't stop himself. The tears just keep coming and Soap is helpless to do anything to stop it. He tugs Ghost along and starts to wash his face, glad he had his own office.

Ghost kept gagging and Soap quickly got a trashcan for him. He watched as Ghost sobbed, helpless on how to help him.

"Simon?"

"MacTavish?"

Soap pulled him to his chest, feeling him flinch and try to curl away. He tightened his grip on him until Simon relaxed again. "Please. I got you, baby, I got you."

Ghost cringed hard and Soap quickly backtracked. "Sorry. Mo chridhe." Gaelic nicknames were always safe. He felt Simon start to relax back into him. It took a minute before he had turned and tried his best to fold himself into Soap. Press them tightly wherever he could.

"There you are, mo leannan. You're safe."

Ghost shook his head and tried to bury himself into Soap's neck now. His breath came in fast pants but he seemed physically okay. Soap checked anyway.

His fingers. Scarred and thin, perfect for strumming guitars or intertwining with Soap's.

Wrists. Dotted with dozens of marks from so many things. Tattoos and scars and burns. The same with his arms.

Shoulders. Just slightly slighter than Soap's.

Thin waist that Soap loved putting his arm around. Perfect.

Soap thought better of checking anything lower. Worried if he put his hands on Ghost's hips or forced his legs open, it would send him spiraling again. He couldn't risk it. Could never risk Ghost.

Soap finally dared to kiss his hands. "Sitrep."

Ghost yanked away and threw up finally. He shook and wailed and hit himself like a caged animal. Soap redirected those hands on to him, watching them hit his chest, hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, before settling. Going lax. Gently stroking his shirt.

"Captain."

"No. Just Johnny. I got you, okay?"

"i'm sorry."

"No, nothing to be sorry for. What happened?"

Ghost looked horribly guilty. "I thought you were..."

"Him?"

"Sorta. Didn't feel right, but it felt real."

Soap nodded and pulled him closer again. "You're just fine, mo chridhe. Don't have to explain yourself to anyone. Least of all me."

Ghost put his head on Soap's chest. "How did you figure it out?"

"You were crying. Felt like a fucking idiot for not putting it together faster. You can't cry. Saw you get hit with tear gas and your eyes barely watered." Soap rubbed his face. "I stopped as soon as I realized. I promise."

"It's okay. I'm glad you finished."

"So did you."

"What?" Ghost became very aware of the fact that he was... wet. Down there. Still cooling cum filling his boxers. He broke down even harder and Soap had to rush to catch him. "Fucking disgusting. Fucking awful, I got off to it I got off to it I got of-"

Soap grabbed his face gently and refocused all of Ghost's attention on him. "Hey. I'm telling you this as your Captain. It's okay. You did nothing wrong." He kissed Ghost's nose. "You're safe. It's alright for you to do that."

Ghost nodded and held on to him tightly. "Okay... Alright..."

"Your body just reacts to stimuli. Lots of people do that. Just breathe and we're going to go to bed, alright?"

"It's 4 in the afternoon."

"Don't care. We're going to bed."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #ghoap #tw noncon #tw abuse

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kazumist · 1 year

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WHAT LOVING HIM FEELS LIKE .ᐟ

✩ — includes: nxx men x gn!reader. reader is not rosa. fluff <3. no cws. wc: 589. please reblog !! it would help a real lot. jinghe = marius, xia yan = luke, mo yi = vyn, zuo ran = artem (just to avoid confusion!).

lu jinghe — !

the times where he would endlessly tease you until no end, the smirk that you oh so wanted to wipe off of his face still stitched onto his features as his confidence was very much loud between the two of you. loving lu jinghe can be quite messy. the times where you’d stay in his studio watching him paint and you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until he shook your shoulders to wake you up. or the times where you’d get mad at his idiotic teasing as he continuously apologized to you.

although loving him can be messy, it can also be nice and caring. the small moments where he would softly smile at you while you two were on a small date in a dessert shop, you could already sense the love he holds for you through that small glint in his eyes if you stared back at him.

xia yan — !

sweet as candy and as affectionate as he can be. that’s how he loves you; you’d never leave his mind if you two were far from each other. he’d try to spend a lot of time with you; who wouldn’t want so many memorable moments with their beloved? the little instances where you would randomly bump into each other on the street and soon spend the rest of your time together, whether it was just watching films with cuddles or just playing around in xia yan’s antique shop.

sweet, is how you would describe what loving xia yan feels like. the excitement in your chest when you see him means that you know that you will have a great time with him again today. but there will also be a few butterflies in your stomach as he makes you blush, but he blushes harder than you.

mo yi — !

as much as he enjoys music, loving mo yi is like playing the same track over and over again. it’s a never ending feeling of joy and fondness you hold for each other. even if you replayed this track, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. no matter how much you two bond over music, it doesn’t matter because your favorite track will still be his expression of appreciation for you.

the track containing his soft words of confession towards you—how could you get tired of it? it’d make your heart flutter every time. although most flowers would wilt, you, being his rose in his heart, would never dwindle, for he would cherish it with the utmost care and love it more than anything. the rose in his heart could never wilt like other flowers, could it?

zuo ran — !

a balloon making it’s way up in the air before slowly popping. it’s how zuo ran’s heart would explode every time he was with you. he wonders how a person like you could be with him, but he isn’t complaining. he’s quite grateful that he’s got someone like you with him. the blush creeping up to his cheeks as you fix his tie because it was messy while the two of you are alone at his office is something that he can’t quite control as he tries to regain his composure and stop himself from stuttering.

loving zuo ran would be a nice feeling. a bit cliché during some moments, but overall, it’s just a nice feeling to have. delicate feelings in each other’s hands, his being with yours, and vice versa. it was fragile—this was fragile. but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

#( writings )#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #marius x reader #luke x reader #vyn x reader #artem x reader #lu jinghe x reader #xia yan x reader #mo yi x reader #zuo ran x reader #marius #luke #vyn #artem #i think i like this one #will most likely flop but oh well

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 6 months

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Mc ran away from a Date with them-Brothers

Lucifer:

he told Diavolo about the fact both of you had a Date planned and if you think Diavolo finding out were both of you were and crashing it was bad it can get worse

because for some reason Solomon got involved and now it just feels like two ex´s trying to ruin the love life of their former partners worst part neither of you two were together with any of them… besides maybe Lucifer and Diavolo because who knows what weird relationship those two have

it got even so bad that you decided the best course of action was to just jump ship and never look back

sounds more dramatic than it actually was you just went to the toilet and jumped out while Lucifer was stuck with Solomon and Diavolo, horrible evening for him but you needed a sacrifice so those two wouldn´t follow both of you

and you only told him about when you were a safe distance away

needless to say your in a bunch of trouble and might get cursed to get stuck to Solomon and Diavolo as payback

Mammon:

listen Mammon owes a bunch of people a lot of money and while usually killing them together is just a funny activity for both of you it isn´t so nice when you´re wearing your good clothes every once in a while

and Asmo got them for you so you know when they get dirty or ripped or really anything happened to them before he could get a pic you will be dead

so yeah when both of you went somewhere nice and got ambushed you ditched his ass

which is a surprise because he´s supposed to be really fast but yet you lost him

or he lost you who knows

but what you do know is you ditched him, the Date and a chance for murder

kinda ruined the day to be honest, killing some Demons and/or some witches would have been a nice end for the night

at least there will always be a next time

Leviathan:

yeah he dragged you to a convention

actually dragging you would be the wrong word kidnapping you would be more accurate, Levi´s reasoning was that he knew you wouldn´t come anyway but he can just knock you unconscious and drag you there

jokes on him you can teleport and if your really desperate you can the worst thing of them all…

driving with the Bus to the nearest witch

but there is no way in hell you will be stuck in an overcrowded hall were there is a 50/50 the attendants don´t know what deodorant is

also you hate crowds and you just know Levi took you mainly as his emotional support Human

he calls it a Date but you call it torture

throwing you in a pool of lava would have been more merciful

Satan:

usually a Date at the libarary would be a nice thing but not when it combines the words

Devildom+ Satan+ cursed Library

but you know what the result it is, just torture plain old torture for Humans

the walls are screaming, the books are screaming, the chairs are bleeding and covered in nails the only normal things are the Librarians telling people to be quiet and killing them after telling them a third time

but everything else sucks

so you decided to do the only smart thing you could think of, ditching Satan while he was focused on a book

he´ll be fine though there are a bunch of books around he won´t even notice you are gone

the only time he would mind you ditching him was when you found a Cat but otherwise no care from him

Asmodeus:

yeah you know you should be ready to deal with a horde of fangirls/boys when you go out with Asmo and that he will obviously get distracted by their never ending flattery but man did he ignore you hard on your last date

so mo surprise that after leaving you alone for an hour in a very overcrowded and loud club (thanks to Asmo) you just decided to leave

if he hasn´t noticed you that far he won´t notice you when you´re gone either

and you were partially right he did notice you ditched him but only after three hours… which doesn´t make him look all to good

wasn´t the first time this happened though, this happens a lot actually but this time it didn´t take him long to notice you were gone

one time he didn´t notice you left him alone for 24 hours

Beelzebub:

in this case it was less running away and more trying to save yourself because while you do know he means no harm but fucking hell does he overestimate your stomach capacity

it doesn´t matter how long you spent with Beel you won´t ever be able to eat as much as the Avatar of Gluttony

you know but Beel doesn´t really see it in his mind there exist no thing as being full

which is true for him but only him

so to save yourself from bursting from the seams you decided to pay for the current food he order (and everything he might order later) and just teleported back home

Belphegor:

there aren´t many dates with Belphie and if naps count as dates you would run from every second date

he´s the Avatar of Sloth so not like you could say anything but there is no way you would sleep as much as him without some manipulation on his part

which yeah does make you technically ditch him but you also ditched him on a real date

he invited you to a walk outside and fell asleep after an hour, which is what always happens but there is now way in Hell you would drag him back home so you just left him there

he was fine though, this happened more times than anybody could count and he always returns home in good condition

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me lucifer #mammon avatar of greed #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #satan avatar of wrath #obey me satan #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #belphegor avatar of sloth

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chen-feiyu · 1 year

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Because I hadn't said it here since Twitter is the main social media website I use: my series of Mo Ran meta will be long, meticulous and supported by canon evidence as much as possible.

My main thesis is that Mo Ran, just like Chu Wanning, is demisexual and he displays symptoms from the following conditions throughout the novel: BPD, ADHD, and PTSD — As for Chu Wanning, I perceive him as an autistic-coded character who struggles with masking heavily due to the dehumanization that has been enacted in him all of his life.

Having these mental conditions affect Mo Ran's perception on plenty of things, to the point the reader might end up having the incorrect opinions that Mo Ran holds about his person if several of his behaviors aren't analyzed as trauma responses, mental illness symptoms or mere misconceptions due to constant emotional manipulation.

One of the main BPD symptoms that characterize Mo Ran 1.0 is black-and-white thinking, in the sense that he hates Chu Wanning, gradually changes his view on him as he gets to know him better, then goes back to hate when he's triggered. He can only think about Chu Wanning in absolutes (God he admires for his strength and desperately craves approval from/heartless hypocrite)

The second symptom is his warped view of self: he has faith in his cultivation and boasts about his accomplishments as Taxian-Jun, and in the next paragraph he calls himself stupid, uncultured and incapable of grasping difficulty concepts.

As for Mo Ran 2.0, he doesn't like himself at all and experiences full time BPD episodes with dissociation, intrusive thoughts, self-harm and even hallucination. He's the phase of Mo Ran who carries the most gruesome side of BPD and shame.

Now, for Taxian-Jun, I'll focus on the "favorite person" part of BPD and how his impact was so big in baby Mo Ran, his mind latched onto the love he felt for Chu Wanning and tried to find ways to thrive among the hostility that surrounded Taxian-Jun due to the flower.

I'm not a professional, but I'll be basing all of my arguments on my own experiences as a person who struggles with BPD, ADHD and PTSD.

The meta essays I'll be posting throughout the next months are the following (not necessarily in order)

1. Analysis of his core beliefs and ethics and how his love for Chu Wanning turned into an anchor and entire reason of existence, which explains Taxian-Jun's cognitive dissonance when it comes to Chu Wanning.

2. Justification for my theory that he can only be a strict dominant top for claiming control about sex reasons + his PTSD symptoms when he gets restrained or beaten by Tianwen. He could never take degrading talk in bed unlike Chu Wanning, who actively enjoys it.

3. A complete description of all of the BPD and PTSD symptoms displayed in the novel, along with his comorbid ADHD.

4. Examination of all his self-harm behaviors in the novel (including casual sex)

5. His wrong perception about his cognitive skills which comes from all the verbal abuse and internalized classism that he received from multiple sources, but especially Xue Meng, the "beyond remedy" comment, his period of homelessness and his childhood at the brothel.

As for other non-Mo Ran 2ha meta that I want to write eventually, these are the topics I'll be addressing:

1. An analysis of classism and patriarchy in 2ha's cultivation world.

2. Finding evidence for autistic Chu Wanning in canon.

3. Long dive into Chu Wanning's fantasies and how his experiences with sexual assault in 0.5 shaped his tastes in sex, which is Chu Fei's tragedy, because Taxian-Jun was forcing him to experience things he clearly liked but it wasn't out of love, just punishment and humiliation.

#yet another long post #but I'm autistic and I wanted to be clear on what I'm planning to do with the meta series!#also for accountability! I don't want to lose my energy for completing this project #long post #2ha meta #2ha #mo ran #taxian-jun #ranwan #mine #erha #my meta

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jade-len · 3 months

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gonna be reading the husky and his white cat shizun vol 1 for the first time, so i've decided to humiliate my future self by making predictions based on the summary or whatever rn. feel free to laugh at me if i get things terribly wrong

just based on the cover, im thinking mo ran was this determined, loyal, and playful guy maybe? awfully trusting? idk he just kinda gives off jokingly smug energy and is probably un serious most of the time which gets on the other guy's nerves. or, he's just. super dedicated. though maybe he's a little overbearing with it?

in the extra picture, his shizun has this armor arm (but not on the cover?), which, to me, implies that something pretty wack happens, leaving him needing to replace it with that badass magic steel limb. mayyybeee this happened in mo ran's old life already or this is a new thing that surprises him

probably really looked up to his quiet shizun, who can be quite easy to annoy (mo ran annoys him to no end because of his constant yapping idk) but would never actually lay a hand on his disciples? or just be pretty light compared to the other shizuns either bc he prefers to use other ways as punishment or doesn't feel the need to for one reason or another. elegant and refined, but maybe a little lazy. he doesn't really look like the type of person to go out of their way to punish or fight

something happened that was actually just this huge misunderstanding or his shizun had to do something pretty fucked which led mo ran into complete despair, being betrayed by his teacher (trust and abandonment issues? yes please). before, he had a crush on his shizun but didn't really realize it? but now he couldn't care less than to create this super elaborate revenge plan, those unknown feelings either buried or wiped clean away

mo ran was low-key depressed after becoming emperor because it purely just to fuck with his shizun and make things terrible and out of spite or whatever. so then he ended his life because nothing was going his way, expecting to be happy with his path of revenge. but now that he's back in time, he goes, "oh i should play it smarter this time, now that i know of my shizun's true nature! i'll get him back. maybe if i get rid of him early, then i wont have to suffer longer. i'll also get revenge on everyone else earlier!" or smth like that idk

but of course, his plans kinda get fucked and slowly he starts seeing sides to his shizun that he didn't see before bc he heavily idolized him in his past life, ignoring everything else. his newfound hatred has kinda brought a new perspective? which is surprisingly helpful but also not, since he's now villainizing his every move and is super distrustful.. straight up in denial about his shizun's good deeds. maybe mo ran will instinctually save him at one point and beat himself over it, or his shizun will save him even though he really, REALLY had no reason to/actively went out of his way which really messes up mo ran's feelings.

anyways, i'll be off to read it now. we shall see how wrong i am lmao

#im gonna get things terribly wrong i know #idk what else to expect besides that im just yapping #expecting this to be much more serious than svsss #no dick jokes here alright....#looking at u cumplane #i think itd be a cool plot twist if his shizun actually time traveled back in time too/remembered everything #and was nicer to mo ran or whatever. tryna prevent his death n stuff #or because he doesnt want mo ran to become a tyrant #so things change.....?#and then mo ran finds out and he thinks 'that fucker only changed bc of this and that not bc he actually cared abt me'#yeah idk #im a little too used to svsss #lol #mo ran #chu wanning #the husky and his white cat shizun #2ha #2ha novel

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redwolfxx · 8 months

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Memories pt 2.

James Lee/DG x reader

A/N: I wasn't gonna do a part 2, but because it was requested, I figured why not? There are also 2 different endings.

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"Diego"

An interesting name, definitely not a common one in South Korea. The only Diego you knew was Diego, Dora's cousin. Laughing at the thought, you figured it was a wrong number and replied with:

"Sorry you have the wrong number."

Then turned off your phone for the night.

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It was early when you heard the ding coming from your phone. Glancing over you see that it was just your coworker asking if you could cover her early shift.

Groaning, you text back a "No," before rolling back over.

Not long after you hear your ringtone, annoyed and slightly pissed you grab the phone and answer the call,

"Yuna, I keep telling you that I am not going to be covering your shift. I work closing, and I refuse to be there to open for your shift. Unless you have an amazing reason I-"

"Sorry, this isn't Yuna, but she definitely sounds annoying."

Shocked, you check the name and to your surprise it was the mystery Diego.

"Oh, so sorry, I thought you were my coworker. Sorry, who is this?"

"Diego"

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Annoyed you huff and sit up in bed wondering if this was an old classmate or someone you met a while ago.

"Yeah, I called to apologize."

"Sorry I still have no idea who this is."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I shouldn't have left the way I did. Fuck that was dumb, I wish I never left. Ever since I did I imagined you in my arms every night, waiting by the door. I missed your scent, I missed the way you always spoke your mind. Your smile, your hair, and your passion for (insert your guilty pleasure food). I should've gone back. If I could go back I woul-"

"Stop."

Shaking you mute your side of the call. It couldn't be, he left. He left and everyone said he was dead. You mourned the loss, you fell into a depression, you and the entire city of Seoul thought he was dead. How could he be alive?

He is alive? He is ...alive? And he didn't say goodbye. He left. He left you, he left you all alone. This had better be some kind of sick prank because if this truly was your James... why would he have left.

"Is this a prank?"

"Never. (Y/n) I love you, I always have and always will. Please let me explain, let me make up for all the lost time. I never want to lose you again. Please let me back in, I have so much more love to give you, so much mo-"

----------- (2 options) --------------------------/-

------------------ Ending 1: The OG ----------------

"No. No. You will not come crawling back after you left me. You left me without a goodbye, not even a fucking note. I thought you died, we all did. We held a fucking memorial, we mourned you- I mourned you. How dare you crawl back, how dare you think I'll take you in.

James, it's been ten years. I can't believe you. Why the hell would you change your name? Did you actually because that is a dumb as you leaving the way you did. I wish you had stayed dead to my mind, I'd at least get closure. I would be able to still hold you in regard, but now? Now, you are a piece of shit who deserves nothing but pain because you clearly think after breaking my heart you can come crawling back like nothing happened.

You destroyed my world, after promising me you would never leave. You promised I wasn't a week long fling to get bored of, but you left like I was a one night stand whose name was nothing more than another word. You left me with scars that would never heal. I'm lucky I had support, I had friends and family, I had people to keep me from drowning. I was holding onto the debris of the wrecked ship of our love, and you took the lifeboat and left me to drown.

How. Dare. You."

Anger coursed through your veins, tears ran down your cheeks and your hands gripped the blanket with white knuckles.

There was a long pause, the only sound was the breathing from his end.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you. Please let me make it up I-"

"James. It's been ten years. I wasn't going to wait for a ghost who I thought was dead. I found someone who actually would never leave me. They helped pick up the pieces you shattered, they were there when you weren't. I have a (s/o title here of your choosing), I can't just stop my life for yours. James, I cared for you and you threw me away like a used cigarette. Used, broken, and discarded. If you cared you would have stayed, you would have gave me some message that you were okay. But you didn't."

"(Y/n) please."

"James- No Diego is it? Don't call again. You left my life once, you can leave again. Don't try to contact me again."

Silently you end the call.

7:20AM. You still half the day before work. Silently you returned under the covers. Crying softly you held the blanket taught. Thinking of all the things you used to do with him, the tears increased.

A soft knocking on the door followed by soft footsteps caused you to look up. Gently they took your face in their hands, wiping your tears.

"Is everything okay? I just got back from my late shift? Wanna talk?"

Silently shaking your head no, your (s/o) climbs into bed behind you gently holding you as you cried yourself to sleep in the comfort of their arms.

After that, you wouldn't hear from him, you wouldn't see him. He left, just like you told him to.

But, he would never truly leave, he would always be there, quietly stalking through the shadows, scaring off thugs and keeping you safe. He would wait, he would wait for you to hear him out. He loved you too much to let you go like that. He wasn't ready to.

-------------- Ending 2: for all of you suckers------- 2.

"I've missed you." You softly whisper into the phone.

"(Y/n)" he softly replies "Please let me have another chance."

"We're strangers James- Diego. You don't even have the same name anymore. It's been ten years. I'm not the same person I was. I've changed, I've loved and I've lived. It's been ten years."

"I know. I know. We can get to know each other again, we can go on dates, we can start fresh. I'll tell you everything, I won't leave-"

"How can I trust that? You left once, you'll leave again."

"Not this time. This time, the story ends with you and me. We'll live together with our shiny new rings. We'll have kids - only if you want. We'll get those ten cats you always talked about. You can have whatever you want. I'll do whatever it takes to gain your trust. As long as your eyes are on me and you let me stay by your side I don't care."

"James. Can I call you that?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Friday at 7. I want to try that new restaurant that opened up. I'll text my address."

"Thank you, thank you. You won't regret it I-"

"Stop. This is just to see how much you've changed. This is not a guarantee."

"Thank you."

#james lee #dg #dg x reader #james x reader #james #lookism #lookism x reader

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yumemiruuuu · 2 months

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“2ha moments that tainted my mind like how the Flower of Everlasting Hatred tainted his heart”

Part One because there is NO WAY that I will not have any more thoughts after re-reading and reading volume 5 like what the fuck, what the actual fuck.

“Chu Wanning, watch me fuck you to death”

Butterfly Town corpse procession where they both switched places and STILL ended up getting paired up and “married off” together, like just fucking kiss already LAWD.

The way Chu Wanning LITERALLY HAS THEM IN HIS ARMS???? WITH TIANWEN IN HIS OTHER HAND??? BECAUSE HE LITERALLY LOOKS OUT FOR THEM????? AND PROTECTS THEM???????? anyways, I love Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning my beloved. He is literally so gorgeous and I don’t care what everyone says in that universe about him because like if I saw him, I would literally also pull off a Mo Ran and beg for him to be my shizun.

The Xia Sini arc. That’s it. Literally my favorite arc, I WILL NOT fucking shut up about it. That arc healed something in me if you exclude the murder mysteries slasher movie elements to it. Ask me about it and I will answer every single one of your questions including the meaning of life.

MengMeng. Just… MengMeng because he occupies 28% of my thoughts following closely to Jiang Cheng who occupies 37%.

“Ah, JIANGUI!!” and then everyone clapped.

The Lake Jincheng moment when they get drugged and put to sleep and Mo Ran having that incredibly vivid dream about Chu Wanning getting violated by someone else and so he’s enraged and is like “I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS TO VIOLATE CHU WANNING”??? Like, what the hell was that?? Actually, what the hell was that whole Lake Jincheng arc????

On the topic of the Lake Jincheng arc, that whole bit with Xue Meng and him getting crushed over the fact that not only does he NOT get a holy weapon because everything was a lie, but also the fact that his previously orphaned nephew who came from such… horrible background got the only remaining true holy weapon?? I felt his pain so hard, dude. Like, Xue Meng, I feel you. I understand your pain.

This:

Shi Mei feeling up Mo Ran because he wasn’t paying attention to him and was being extra nice to Chu Wanning instead???? Like… what??? Can’t you be normal please???? I’m so sorry, I genuinely dislike the “sweet like honey” type characters because they always turn out to be assholes and I just can’t trust them maybe it’s also trauma and my trust issues but like goddamn Mo Ran literally have bad tastes if he liked Shi Mei I’m so sorry for saying this

Mo Ran having SUCH anxiety with his food to the point that he would literally WOLF IT DOWN in less than a day, and anything else, he hides because he’s so used to having his things taken away from him, and the relief he felt when Chu Wanning told him that there’s no need to rush because there’s always more for him when they’re eating together and just… brb I am genuinely going to cry.

The chapter title change from “This Venerable One…” to “Shizun, Won’t You Pay Attention To Me, Please Pay Attention To Me.”

Chu Wanning not knowing how to react to Mo Ran (seemingly) suddenly manifesting in front of him: “who the fuck is this child and where did he come from” ←this is totally a canon quote

“…he came with a low guttural roar.”

Mo Ran’s pronunciation guide

Anything beyond this point is Volumes 3/4 Spoilers so…

You’ve been warned (lol)

I am never getting over looking up Yuwu and 2ha connections, ONLY TO COME BACK FROM GETTING SPOILED THAT CHU WANNING IS MADE FROM WOOD?????

On a similar note, I was looking up Nangong Si because I wanted to see official art of him and found out that not only A) does he die (I actually went through a whole bit of copium this morning in the shower ober this because I randomly remembered it and was like “no he doesn’t… wait… does he… noo.. no… nooo…) but also B) Ye Wangxi is a female????

Now that I know about Chu Wanning literally being carved from wood, I can’t stop agonizing over Chu Wanning’s thoughts where he would compare his features to someone like… say, Shi Mei. How pained must it feel for him to have these thoughts knowing that he was MADE BY HAND. The facial features on him such as nose, jawline, chin… EVERYTHING was deliberately carved to look that way. That would honestly fuck me up so badly, especially since I also have my grievances about my appearance.

Although,,, to be honest, I actually don’t know if Chu Wanning is even aware of his own origins but IF HE DID, it probably fucks him up a ton. And I agonize over this every. single. day. Oh god, I just also remembered the part where Mo Ran specifically says to him: “Chu Wanning, are you made of wood?” Ohhh OHHHH OUCHIEEEE. VERY. OUCHIEEE.

Another thing that drove me insane is the scene in volume 3 (I’m pretty sure?) with the wontons where Mo Ran is narrating and lamenting over how he couldn’t remember what his shizun’s expression looked like when he shoved off the wontons Chu Wanning made… because he just…. couldn’t care less….. and just…. Knowing that Chu Wanning was the one who has been making Mo Ran’s wontons this entire time knowing that he would like them?? I literally CANNOT even begin to imagine the types of expressions that he could have possibly been making.

Just… like… Imagine being Chu Wanning, and you care SO MUCH about Mo Ran to the point that you are willing to sacrifice your own feelings for the sake of his happiness knowing that he likes your other disciple that is “much better looking”, and despite that, go out of your way to make him spicy wontons, even though you are not that good at making food AND dislike spicy foods. And then you make his favorite food to try to get him to cheer up even a little bit when one of your disciples (and your crush’s crush) dies and you proooobably blame yourself for it and not only does he essentially say “fuck you and your food” but he blames you and basically tells you that you’re a horrible person (which you most likely already blame yourself for and agonize over so now it also feels like someone else is confirming your sense of guilt) . Like, I would NOT be okay after that. I’m usually good at not showing my feelings but this would truly devastate me and fuck me up a lot to the point that I wouldn’t even know what to do.

#that’s all I could squeeze out from my brain at the moment but like I can assure you there’s probably more #every time I think about this series I get so upset knowing that there are people out there who knows the entire story and yet I DONT #time skip to april 23rd pls 🤨🤨🤨 like this is a literal hate crime #the number of times that I would get the 2ha brainrot and get spoiled accidentally DRIVES JE INSANE #BUT ITS NOT LIKE I CANT NOT LOOK UP 2HA STUFF BECAUSE LIKE THEN I WOULD BE AGONIZING #Im agonizing either way #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #the husky and his white cat shizun #2ha #erha #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #二哈和的白貓師尊 #mo ran #chu wanning #chu STANNING fr #bless xue meng and his heart

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