MDZS but Jiang Cheng embraces his life calling of nosey, bratty little sibling and absolutely will not leave Wei Wuxian alone post-burial mounds. He has no patience for WWX's emo era and no respect for his 'mysterious air' or 'menacing vibes'. 🙄
WWX's reputation is saved by the fact that he spends half his time getting publicly outed as a overenthusiastic nerd and the other half his time desperately stopping his angry chaos gremlin brother from passive-aggressively starting another war.
The cultivation world is forced to accept that WWX saved the Wen remnants because they find out via JC loudly announcing that he is an uncle now, he will be the best uncle to ever uncle, as so help him god if anyone touches that kid he will shove zidian so far up their-
WWX tries to exile himself from the sect and JC stops listening immediately because how is WWX going to help him rebuilt the Jiang sect if he's not there? idiot.
Que:
WWX : you still want me there even though i'm the big bad yiling laozu?
JC: My guy, I have seen you cry in fear because of a puppy and squeal like a pre-teen girl over LWJ not-smiling at you. You're not a big, bad anything except a big, bad idiot. Besides, I'm basically your only friend rn you have to hang out with me.
Anyway JC bullies WWX with love and the world is a better place for it.
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I've reblogged my moots' posts, but i want to say it for myself as well
I don't care what you make, I don't care what you support, as long as you tag your stuff properly, I have no problem with you
This goes for Tcest, April x Turtle, NSFW - if you create or engage in this content, you're welcome here as long as you don't force it onto me, which despite what a lot of people complain about, is not a problem I've run into
They're fictional characters, I just wanna have fun with my silly little turtles, and if you wanna have fun with these silly little turtles with me, you're welcome here
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Jackboot Jumps. Nina Cried Power. Swan Upon Leda. Eat Your Young. Butchered Tongue.
All celebrities will eventually disappoint you, but this one hits the hardest I can't lie.
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All In Good Fun~
A clean spar between senseis gets a little close for comfort. Gojo x gn!reader, established relationship. Just some suggestiveness, nothing spicy. The move I try to describe is from a scene in Hells's Paradise where Yuzuriha take down Gabimaru (it's quite something. And the anime is great!)
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Gojo's got you pinned on your knees and left hand while he tugs your right arm behind your back just enough to make you quit your squirming. One firm pull would be enough to dislocate your shoulder. If you were a curse he would've ripped your arm off already. But this was a clean spar; no Infinity, no cursed energy or techniques, just a little practice match to show off in front of his students. And of course he doesn't want to actually hurt you. On the contrary; bent over as you are, back arched and ass in the air, he wants to take you off this field and somewhere more private so you could let out your frustrations in a much more pleasurable manner than this. And judging by the way your hits had gotten more sloppy the longer he dodged them and the colourful curses you'd been muttering his way you're very frustrated.
He tips forward at the waist, nose nudging the shell of your ear. "Do you yield?" he says softly, and nearly groans when you ease yourself back, slowly, to nudge your ass against the front of his pants, chuckling under your breath. Positioned as you are in front of him, the students thankfully can't see what a tease you are.
He expects your body to go slack then, for you to give him your assent. What he doesn't expect is for you to kick out your leg to try to swipe him off his feet. It's nothing for him to take a step back to dodge and you push yourself up with your free hand, pivoting your lower body so you're on your back. Gojo still has your wrist in the grip of one hand except now your thighs have locked around his neck, forcing him down on his knees and his other hand braces on your thigh to catch his balance and avoid face planting right onto you.
Behind him, there's hoots and cheers from his students and the grin that plays across your face mirrors his own. In this new position, Gojo is close enough to feel the soft puffs of your breaths on his cheek, see the sheen of sweat that glistens along your neck. He wants nothing more than to lean forward and press his mouth to your skin and kiss his way down your body, precariously poised as he is between your legs. The way your gaze is dipping from his eyes to his lips tells him your thoughts are drifting just as much as his. But there are children watching and as much as he's tried to convince you otherwise, he respects your desire to keep your relationship private.
"Do you yield?" You repeat his words back to him, punctuating them with a light squeeze of your thighs against his neck and inching upward enough that he can see straight down your shirt. His pulse jumps, blood heating immediately, and he's sure if he stays here even a minute longer he won't be in any decent state to get up and face his students, regardless if he wins or loses.
Gojo leans forward, not to kiss you like he desperately wants to, but to bring his mouth to your ear. "Only if you promise that we go somewhere private right now--"
"Deal."
"I yield!"
As soon as you unlock your legs from Gojo's neck he's jumping to his feet and tugging you up in one swift motion. He claps a hand on your shoulder and waves at his students. "I've got to go over some important paperwork with sensei now. And since I'm so nice you can take the afternoon off, don't get into trouble, bye!"
Then he teleports you both straight to his apartment bedroom where he can get you on your hands and knees again for him.
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