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reidintoit · 1 year

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cruel summer - j.m.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: thigh riding supremacy

warnings: smut, language

an: more than happy to provide a part two :’))

wc: 1.4k

You were desperate. Completely and utterly desperate. And that was putting it lightly.

For the past hour or so, you had been sitting around the bonfire with the rest of the group on your boyfriend’s lap. While this usually isn’t a problem, tonight, JJ wouldn’t stop moving.

Each time his leg bounced up and down, you felt the stitching of your jean shorts brush against your core. At one point, you did your best to readjust but were immediately sliding back down as his leg continued to bounce relentlessly.

At first, you tried not to pay much attention to it, believing it was just JJ being restless. Which was probably true, but it quickly turned into something more.

“Ow!” Sarah exclaimed, jumping up from her chair and smacking her leg. “Fuckin’ mosquitos, I’m going inside!”

You hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation going on around you or the fact that it had gotten significantly darker out.

“I second that. These fuckers suck.” Kiara agreed, getting up to follow Sarah’s lead back into the house.

You glanced down at your legs, examining for any possible bites. You weren’t itchy, but even if you were, you weren’t confident that you’d have noticed. In fact, you had no clue what anyone had been talking about for the past hour.

“You guys coming?” John B asked, breaking the silence while throwing the last piece of firewood into the pit.

You looked back at JJ, who shook his head in response to John B without breaking eye contact with you.

As John B walked away, you started to get hot. Maybe it was the fire burning a bit higher or the fact JJ hadn’t stopped looking at you. Either way, you needed to get the hell out of dodge.

“I should.. probably go inside too. Bugs, yeah?” You struggled to form a proper sentence as you stood up.

“Y/N, wait.” JJ demanded, reaching out to grab your wrist, “Sit on me.”

“JJ, I have been sitting on you for the past-”

“No, I mean, take off your shorts and sit on me.. please?” He repeats himself.

You look down at JJ, who seemed to be completely serious about wanting this.

“J.. what about the others? They’re right inside.” You pleaded.

JJ glanced over at the Chateau, hearing nothing but Lizzo blasting from the speakers, then back at you. “I don’t believe they will hear a thing, darlin.”

You bite your lower lip, taking one last glance around before slowly unbuttoning your shorts. You allow them to fall onto the ground, stepping out and slipping your fingers on the sides of your bathing suit bottoms.

It’s obvious JJ noticed how ruined your bottoms are after rubbing against him for the past hour. The once pastel pink bottoms have a very prominent dark spot.

Suddenly, you feel your boyfriend’s fingers grazing the dark spot between your legs, getting a feel for just how wet you’ve been. “God damn..who’s got you like this?”

Instead of answering, you place your hands on JJ’s shoulders, sitting down on his thigh, and damn near gasping at the sudden contact.

JJ wastes no time slipping his fingers under your bottoms and pulling them to the side. “You’re soaked, baby,” he whispered, pushing his leg up into your bare pussy without warning and hearing a sharp moan escape your lips.

“You’re gonna ride my thigh until you cum, think you can handle that?” All you could do was nod in response at this point, feeling his hands fall to your sides.

“Words Y/N.” he demands.

“Yes, yes. Please.”

That was all JJ needed before gripping your sides and pulling your hips forward, encouraging you to move. You needed no further guidance, finding a pace that you knew was going to get you off quickly.

“JJ..” you whined softly.

He looked so incredibly hot like this. Watching you unravel on top of him had him painfully hard. He didn’t care about himself at this moment, just wanting to witness you use him.

“Such a slut, hm? Riding me out here..” he praised.

You whimpered in response, his words sending a flutter into your chest. The knot in your stomach tightened. You could feel your boyfriend’s intense stare as you fucked yourself on his thigh. You couldn’t focus on anything but how you felt. How slutty you felt at this moment. Sitting in your boyfriend's yard in your bathing suit top, grinding against his leg.

You rolled your hips against him, whining at the feeling of your clit against his thigh. Your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each roll of your hips. Your grip on JJ’s shirt tightened as you rocked against him, panting and incoherently mumbling.

You didn’t notice as he tore his eyes away from your face and down at his thigh. It was glistening from your arousal.

Your pace increased as you got closer, using your free hand to grip JJ’s arm.

“J - I - Please..” you whimpered, struggling to remain coherent as your hips grinded into him.

“Doing so well. Come for me, Y/N.”

You shake your head, “I- fuck, baby, baby,” not being able to finish that thought before waves of heat rush over you.

You practically collapse, burying your face into JJ’s shoulder as you ride out your orgasm. There was less friction as your cum coated his thigh, making each roll of your hips messier and slippery.

“JJ, JJ, mmph-“ You cry out as his leg suddenly bounces up into your clit.

“What baby? What’s wrong?” JJ asks, grinning from ear to ear. He’s incredibly proud of making you fall apart without touching you.

“Again… please?”

JJ leans back into his chair, hands making their way back to your thighs, gripping into your skin. You felt your face get hot as he continued to admire you.

“You want to get yourself off on me again?” You nod in response, leaning toward pressing your lips against his. A desperate attempt to get what you want. “Once more. Then you can fuck me.”

JJ looks past you, noticing no change in the volume of music from earlier. Whatever fun the pogues we’re having inside didn’t come close to this.

JJ’s grip on your thighs slowly moves up to your hips, “60 seconds,” he says as he leans forward to kiss you, “Go.”

You waste no time going back to the pace from before, failing to break the kiss. Your cum on his thigh was the perfect substitute for lube.

You feel JJ kiss you, taking in your bottom lip and gently biting as you whine into his mouth. Your eyes remain sewn shut as your head is up in the clouds. You weren’t going to last long again.

“15..” he reminded you.

It took one last roll as JJ jumped his leg into you for you to cum. Your head rolled back as you came, crying out without a worry of getting caught out here.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! JJ, fuck me.”

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justagalwhowrites · 8 months

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Halcyon - Ch. 5: I've Never Been a Bad Influence a Day in My Life

You and Joel get closer as you put together your lists. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 4, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, fantasy about P in V sex. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

October, 2022

“Why can’t I add to your list?” You pouted a little, can of hard seltzer in your hand as your float drifted to the middle of Joel’s pool.

“Because you’re gonna just use that power for evil, not good,” Joel replied.

“Would not!” You shoved off the side of the pool with your foot, floating back toward the middle of the water.

“Am I allowed to put shit on your list?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and a beer in his hand.

You scoffed.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, there you go,” he shrugged. “Goes both ways.”

“You’d be a dick about it!” You kicked the water in his direction but the spray of it fell short and you watched him try to not laugh. “You’d put things on there like ‘buy Joel beer for the rest of his life’ or ‘speak in a bad British accent for a week…’”

“Can you do a good British accent?” He asked, brows raised.

“That is beside the point.”

“What are you gonna add to my list, hm?” There was a teasing edge in his voice as he took a sip of beer. “Get a new wardrobe? Get Sarah a dog?”

“OK, both of those are good additions,” you said, defensive. “But no, not what I was thinking.”

“Then what, Goldie?”

“Put in a hot tub,” you said, chin raised.

He barked a laugh.

“A hot tub?”

“A hot tub,” you nodded. “How can I come over to your house and float in the water if it’s too cold to go in the pool? Which it will be in like… a few weeks. You need a hot tub.”

“It’s already too cold,” he said. “That water’s below 70 degrees, couldn’t pay me to get in there now. Lucky I’m in this far as it is.”

“See?” You said. “Hot tub.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he shook his head.

“If your list is shitty can I add to it?”

“If you actually think my list is shitty we can discuss it,” he said. Your float drifted close to him and you were afraid, for a moment, that he was going to splash you. Instead, he just pushed the edge of it with his foot, sending you drifting back toward the middle of the water. “Still down to compare tomorrow night?”

“Think so,” you said, taking a sip of your seltzer. “As long as you don’t mock me relentlessly for it.”

“When do I not mock you relentlessly?”

“Excellent point,” you said. “I should get better friends.”

“Probably so.”

“At least now you come with Sarah,” you sighed dramatically. “So I guess I’ll keep bugging you…”

“God, you two are gonna kill me,” he said, trying to look serious but a hint of a smile on his lips. “Worst idea I ever had, lettin’ you two get to know each other…”

You giggled a little at that. You and Sarah had become thick as thieves since you and Joel had reconnected now two weeks ago.

It was hard to believe that he’d only been back in your life less than a month. But then, it was hard to believe he’d ever been out of your life at all. You’d only gone a few days without seeing him since that night at the bar and, on those days, the two of you were almost constantly texting. It was the most natural thing in the world, having your life fall into step alongside Joel’s. It reminded you so much of high school even though you were in your 30s now, your lives moving in parallel until they collided at the end of the day and you came over for dinner or went and cheered on Sarah at her soccer game or Joel showed up at your door with beer. Even after all this time, he just knew you and you just knew him. You could read his posture as easily as a book, instantly knowing the kind of day he had by the way he opened the door or flopped on your couch. He seemed to be able to peer inside your mind on command, just a raised eyebrow or a sigh telling him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and how to make it better.

There was one day where you hadn’t intended to see him at all but it’d turned shitty and he just somehow picked up on it from the tone of your texts. New paperwork had come over from Gale’s attorney and you resigned yourself to spending the evening picking over the bones of your marriage with a bottle of wine and a wilted salad - because you definitely didn’t have the emotional energy to go by the grocery store - when Joel texted. It was a meme that you responded to with just an lol before going back to the paperwork. He FaceTimed just 30 seconds later and you frowned, answering it.

“Hi?” You said brows raised.

He nodded sagely.

“What I thought,” he said. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.”

He rolled his eyes.

“For you you look like shit. What’s wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes and he laughed.

“What?” He asked

“How can you just tell?” You replied. “It’s weird.”

“Come over,” he said instead of answering. He flipped his camera around and Sarah made a face, sticking her tongue out, her hair in two springy buns on the top of her head.

You frowned.

“Where are you?”

He turned the camera back around.

“Picking up pizza,” he said. “I’ll grab an extra cheese bread, come over.”

“I’ve been drinking…”

“We’ll pick you up,” he said. “Come over.”

“Please?” Sarah jumped to try to get in the frame and Joel laughed, tilting the camera so she was visible. “It’ll be fun! OH! Spend the night! Come sleep over again, please?”

Joel tilted the camera so he was back in the frame.

“You really wanna disappoint my kid?” He asked. “C’mon.”

“Yeah!” Sarah said, bouncing just out of frame again, just a bit of her bun appearing in the bottom corner as she jumped. “Don’t let down the kid, that’s just shitty.”

“Hey,” Joel said but you could tell he was trying not to smile. She stopped bouncing. “Language.”

“Sorry.”

He turned his attention back to you.

“Be there in 10,” he said. “Can’t let you just sit and wallow. Need pizza for that.”

He and Sarah picked you up and Sarah insisted on cranking Taylor Swift in the car, signing Look What You Made Me Do into her water bottle in the back seat while you balanced warm pizza boxes on your lap, trying not to laugh when you and Joel exchanged glances at red lights.

At dinner, you pulled a pepperoni off your slice of pizza and stuck it on the end of your nose and held very serious eye contact with Joel and Sarah as they spoke, nodding along carefully so as to not disturb the topping dangling from your face. Sarah tried very hard not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it until you made a face at her from across the table when Joel’s back was turned and she cackled, laughing so hard she almost knocked over her soda can.

“You bein’ a bad influence on my kid?” He asked when he handed you the paper towel you’d requested.

“Joel,” you said, deathly serious, pepperoni slice still on the tip of your nose. “I’ve never been a bad influence a day in my life.”

After dinner, as Joel did the dishes, you sat on the couch with Sarah and listened as she told you about one of her friends at school who hadn’t been as kind lately. You nodded along until Sarah seemed to run out of steam, slumping down against the cushion with a slightly tired look on her face.

“Well,” you said. “Have you told her that you’ve been feeling hurt by how she’s been treating you lately?”

She scrunched her face a little.

“No,” she said. “But I thought that’d be pretty obvious…”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s not. She may not even know she’s doing it. If I were you, I’d tell her that you’ve been feeling hurt and ask if she’s doing OK because it sounds like this is a change for her. If she’s hurting you that might be because her feelings are getting hurt somewhere else.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she nodded a little. “That’s a good idea.”

“I do have those occasionally,” you said and she smiled a little at you.

The three of you watched part of a movie before Sarah went to get ready for bed and you eavesdropped from the living room as Joel read to her in her room, the door opened just enough to hear when his voice changed with the characters.

“Peeta sighs,” Joel said like Joel before his voice shifted to something that sounded more boyish but still strong and deep, almost what you remembered from when you first met him. You smiled. “'Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping…’”

Joel flopped next to you on the couch when he was done and you held out your glass of wine. He took it, taking a big sip before handing it back.

“You look tired,” you said, holding the glass.

He shrugged.

“No days off from this whole dad thing. Don’t really want a day off but still… get tired after a bit.” He looked over at you and smiled a little. “Thanks for talking with her. Think she needs someone like you around.”

“Oh, someone who managed to tank her relationship and got stuck starting over in her 30s?” You asked. “That kind of someone?”

He rolled his eyes.

“A woman…”

“Oh, is that all?”

He glared at you.

“A woman,” he said again. “But one who’s lived some life, knows how to navigate the hard shit. One who’s willing to listen to her problems. She’s got me and Tommy for that but can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down by not giving her some kind of… I don’t fuckin’ know, feminine influence.”

“Ahh yes, the mysterious feminine,” you nodded sagely. Joel picked up a pillow and smacked you in the stomach with it, making you laugh as you caught it and held it to yourself. “Joel, you’re doing great with her.”

“Yeah?” He asked, serious now.

“Yeah,” you said, serious, too. “You really are. She’s so lucky to have you, Joel. You have no idea.”

“I’m lucky to have her,” he said, looking toward Sarah’s room for a moment before turning back to you. “So, you have the kind of bad day that you want to talk about it or the kind of bad day that you want to get fucked up about it?”

“The latter.”

“Then chug that wine,” he said, shoving himself off the couch. “And maybe change into your pajamas, I’m getting the tequila.”

You swapped numbers with Sarah at breakfast the next day. You and Joel were both hung over and trying to pretend like you hadn’t been up until 2:30 on a work night getting hammered until you passed out in a heap on his couch only to be roused by a groggy Sarah at 7 in the morning.

She’d taken to texting you then, sometimes just silly selfies, sometimes memes you didn’t really get, sometimes with questions about friends at school. You were pretty sure your heart melted the first time she called you Aunt Goldie, a sense of belonging wrapping around you that you’d never really known before.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Joel asked, eyes following the slow, lazy path your float was making across his pool. “Make a night out of this whole project, kick things off right.”

“Hell yeah,” you said, drifting back to Joel. He didn’t shove you back out to the water this time. “Did I tell you I’m seeing Anna for lunch? I cannot just go into that blind, I’ll need an out…”

“She’s doin’ that well, huh?” Joel asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s supposedly sticking with her program but… I feel like I should be a better sister and try to check in more but then it just feels like babysitting and that doesn’t seem right, either.”

“At a certain point, she’s gotta do it on her own,” Joel said. “You’re her sister, not her mom.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I feel like I should have checked in on her more after our mom died. She was a teenager and I just left her alone…”

“You were 20 years old,” Joel said gently. “Not like you were equipped for that shit.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Hey,” he said, nudging your float gently, just enough to make you look up at him. “Don’t be hard on yourself for that. You were handed a shit situation and you did what you could with it. Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Ended up in a similar boat with Tommy. Spent years - literal years - bailing his ass out of jail and begging him to get his shit together. Eventually he did a stint in the army and got it figured out. At least a bit. She’ll get there. But it’s not your job to get her there.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“Who, me?” He asked, mocking. “Right? Never thought I’d see the day…”

“Shove it,” you splashed at him, the water dripping down his face and soaking his t-shirt. You snorted as you watched him fight the urge to laugh.

“Gonna pay for that,” he said, setting his beer down on the side of the pool and grabbing your float as you tried to paddle away.

“No!” You shrieked and laughed, shoving your seltzer into the cupholder as more of you ended up in the cold pool water than you really wanted in your rush to escape.

“You started it!” Joel was leaning precariously over the water now, trying to splash you again while keeping you from retreating. “Shoulda just kept those little hands to yourself…”

“They’re not little!”

He yanked your float back toward the side of the pool and nodded down at one of your hands.

“Freakishly small…”

“Yours are just freakishly big you mutant!” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and watched as he realized a second too late what was about to happen.

“Oh shit,” his eyes went wide and you laughed in victory before you pulled him all the way into the pool, jeans and all. He brought you down as he went, the float capsizing and sending you and your mostly empty drink can into the cold water with a sharp yelp.

You went under, the chlorine stinging your eyes as you twisted and tried to right yourself below the water. You and Joel surfaced at the same time, not even a foot apart and gasping for breath, laughing as you tried to brush your soaked hair back from your face.

“It’s so cold!” You shivered and splashed at him before crossing your arms tightly over yourself.

“Why are you complainin’ to me?” He shivered back. “You’re the one who wanted to be in the damn pool…”

“In the floatie!” You said. “I was mostly dry until you got involved!”

“Got justice you mean,” he said, reaching for your can and pulling it out of the water, dumping it out before setting it on the side of the pool. “You’re the one who put us in here…”

“You’re the one who was being mean,” you said, reaching out for him and pressing your cold fingers to his chest, the heat of him still apparent even in the water. You sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

“Jesus, what are you, ice?” He griped, tugging you against him with a little yelp. “Gonna fuckin’ freeze to death if you’re not careful… ridiculous…”

You giggled once but pressed yourself closer to him, soaking up his heat and pressing your cold fingers to his exposed skin.

“OK, you could be less mean about it,” he said, pulling back from you just enough to scowl down at you. “Frozen fuckin’ hands…”

You laughed and realized, very suddenly, how close you were to him. You weren’t sure the last time you’d been quite this close to him, the last time you could feel every line of him through his clothes, the last time his mouth had been that close to your own. Your heart sped up. His eyes searched yours and you could feel his breath on your skin and suddenly, you weren’t close enough to him. Not close enough at all.

“Dad?” Sarah’s groggy voice called from the sliding glass door, making you jump, both of your heads turning toward her. Her face was scrunched and a curl had broken free of its braid, sticking straight out from the side of her head. “Is everything OK?”

“Course it is, baby girl,” Joel frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you doin’ out of bed?”

“You’re being loud,” she groaned. “You’re never loud.”

“M’sorry kiddo,” Joel said, separating from you and working his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water and dripping on the stone edge. “Gimme just a second to get Goldie out of the water before she freezes to death and dry her off, I’ll come tuck you in again in just a minute…”

“Can I get another chapter?” She said it fast, the words all strung together, her eyes big. “Please? They just got into the arena and…”

“We’ll see,” he said. “But only because it’s Friday and you’re sleeping over at Emma’s tomorrow so you won’t get one then. Inside, go on.”

He watched her go and then went to the lounge chair at the side of the pool, getting the only towel he’d brought outside and holding it away from his body, spread open wide.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” you said, trying not to let your teeth chatter and trying to shove the ache that was still growing all hollow and wanting inside you down deep. You got out of the water and he wrapped you tightly in the towel, his arms going tightly around you.

“Not really,” he said, pulling you back against his broad chest and squeezing you so the water from him soaked into the towel before he shook his shaggy curls over you so drops of water got all over your face as you laughed. “There, cured you of THAT notion…”

“Thanks so much,” you said wryly as he released you. You turned to face him as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair and his shirt pulled up just enough that you caught a glimpse of the smooth flesh around his hips and you found yourself drifting closer to him again before you stopped yourself. Joel put his arms down and seemed to notice exactly where you were, just looking at you for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I should go tuck Sarah back in,” he said. “Get into something dry so I don’t get her all soaked…”

“Right,” you said, stepping back from him. “Sorry we woke your kid up because you just couldn’t leave well enough alone…”

“I will throw your ass back in that pool,” he said, going to open the door for you. “Don’t try me.”

“Oh don’t worry Miller,” you teased. “I know just what you’re capable of.”

He started toward the stairs, a little trail of water in his wake as he went, and you watched the pull of the wet fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. You swallowed, hard.

“I’m just going to head out,” you said and he stopped, turning to frown at you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Really should go wash this chlorine out of my hair. But see you tomorrow?”

“With the list?” Joel asked.

“With the list,” you answered.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he said, turning to go up the stairs again before looking back over his shoulder. “Drive safe, Goldie.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just heading for his room.

Your heart was still racing.

You left the towel draped over the banister and just pulled on the oversized t-shirt you’d put in your bag before going to your car.

You tried not to think about Joel as you drove home.

It didn’t do you any good to think about him that way. It was Joel. He didn’t see you that way, drifting in that direction was what had ruined things so many years before. You’d just gotten him back, things were so good again, you felt like you belonged again, you couldn’t fuck that up, not because you’d never been able to move past a school girl crush.

But you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him.

You tried not to think about kissing him. You tried not to think about what happened after the last time you’d kissed him. How quickly everything had dissolved, how you’d gone from picturing a future with Joel - a different one than you’d held in your mind outside of fantasy before - to running as far and as fast as you could in a matter of hours.

It’s Goldie, he’d said then. It’s the worst thing that could happen, I wish it was anybody else…

You flinched at the memory, shoving it away. No, you didn’t think about that, not when you could help it. Just like you didn’t think about the way Joel’s lips felt against your skin, how his fingers - warm and think - had traced over you, how he made you feel so clearly seen and adored in a way that no one else had before, in a way your husband had never really seemed to. How he still made you feel that way.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you parked, dropping your head to your steering wheel with a groan before you went in your house, closing your car door with a little too much force.

You showered and forced yourself to keep your hands away from your aching slit. You were not going to fuck yourself in your bathroom to the idea of sleeping with your best friend. You weren’t. You weren’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t going to act like one. You were better than this.

Your hair was still damp when you gave up on getting any writing or grading done and went to bed, an almost frustrating, throbbing ache between your thighs. You stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while before you all but threw the covers off and rifled through your nightstand for the discreet little pink vibrator you’d bought years ago when you’d first figured out that, while your husband had many talents, making you come wasn’t one of them.

You went to your usual fallback for porn but didn’t find anything that was really working for you, the ache of longing just getting worse as you gently toyed with your clit under the covers in the dark. Your cunt was slick, your wetness seeping down to your nightie and coating your fingers. It felt like forever that you’d been touching yourself and getting nowhere when the batteries on your vibrator died and you whimpered, kicking your legs down into your mattress in frustration.

“Goddammit,” you moaned into your pillow, tossing your phone and vibrator aside, the ache in you worse than you’d ever really remembered it being before. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep like this, your whole body drawn tight and needy. You fumbled in your drawer for the charging cable and plugged the vibrator in before sighing and staring up at the ceiling again.

Your thoughts drifted to Joel again. You couldn’t help it, he’d felt so good against you in the pool. He knew you so well, even after all this time. He kept your favorite snacks at his house and draped a blanket over you when you started getting cold when watching a movie. He was so funny and so handsome it hurt to look at him and he’d felt so fucking good.

Your fingers slipped between your legs again without really thinking about it, brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You resisted it for a moment, the idea of falling into the fantasy of you with Joel, but the need drawing everything inside you all tight and molten won.

It swallowed you quickly once you gave in.

The memory of him was there at the fore so fast, the way his lips had felt on you so many years ago. How you thought they’d feel against you now. His hands ranged over you, around your waist, down to your hips, his fingers twisting and knotting in the fabric there as he bunched it up to hold you firmer, reach you better. You moaned and rocked into your hand, sliding lower, your palm pressed against your sensitive nub as you slipped a finger inside yourself with a moan. You worked yourself open slowly, your slick making easy work of it, as you imagined it was his hand between your legs, his fingers sinking into you. How he’d take your swimsuit off and line his cock up with your entrance and push inside of you as he moaned your name. How his fingers would grip your flesh, prying at you as though he was trying to take you apart to keep pieces of you for himself. How he’d work himself so deep into you that you were certain no one else had ever come quite so close to climbing into another person’s skin before.

You rocked your hips against your hand to the thought of him, not sure where memory ended and fantasy began, the fingers not plunging needily into your hole finding their way to your breast, grasping at the soft swell there, your own hand so unsatisfyingly small compared to his. You remembered the way his voice trembled as he breathed your name - his mouth against the tender skin at the base of your ear - as his cock filled you, the whole of him buried inside like he belonged there as he came.

“Joel!” You gasped as your own orgasm hit, tight channel throbbing around the three fingers you’d managed to fit inside yourself, slick pooling in your palm and your tit filling your other hand.

You came harder than you had in years, let alone from only using your hand and not your toy. It took you a few minutes to come down from the high of it, indulging in the fantasy of him in a way you hadn’t done since your freshman year of college. He last time you gave into it was back when you’d first started dating Gale but you’d felt so desperately alone, like no one had ever bothered to learn you at all. So you’d let yourself pretend that your best friend was still your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and that fucking you hadn’t been some mistake he’d made on prom night. It had seemed the most supreme extravagance, pretending that Joel would have wanted you to come like that with him. It still did.

You put a stop to all that when Gale proposed, solidifying your relationship in an entirely new way. You tucked the memory of Joel and his body on and within yours away then. You’d never intended to think about him that way again. But then, you’d never intended to get divorced, either.

“Fuck,” you sighed, shoving yourself out of bed to pee and clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Before you lay back down, you opened the golden notebook on your bedside table and found the page with the list. You went to the bottom and tried to add another line but the pen in the elastic loop wouldn’t write. You groaned before fishing out the red pen you’d left in your nightstand from a night you were editing in bed from the top drawer. You added two words to the bottom of your list - trying to ignore the way the diamond of your engagement ring caught the light from your lamp, casting little rainbows on the paper - and circled them, pressing the pen into the paper harder than you really needed to.

“There,” you said, capping the pen and dropping it on the notebook you hadn’t bothered to close. The pen rolled until it came to a stop, the red cap almost pointing to the newly added words as though they needed any more attention.

That, you thought, was the solution. If you could just figure out how to accomplish that, you could put Joel back in that little box and keep this stupid crush from blowing up your whole life a second time, as long as you weren’t an idiot about it.

You switched off the lamp and pulled your blankets tightly around yourself, trying to ignore the feeling that the words were glaring at you from their perch on your night stand. They blinked at you like neon behind your eyelids and you tried not to see them in the same way you tried not to think about Joel’s body on yours in the pool as you drifted off to sleep.

Get laid.

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A/N: I just adore these two. Honestly, they keep getting away from me, their conversations are so fun to write and explore that I get lost in what I'm trying to accomplish with a chapter. But that's OK! The ride is the point of this whole fic thing, right?

Thank you for being patient with this chapter! I got a bit sidetracked with another project but I think I'm in a good place to get back to my once a week updates here for a while. I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!

Thank you for being here! Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #halcyon

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Be Professional (Part Three)

Pairing - Timothée Chalamet/Fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, angst, hand job, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), dry humping, choking, biting, mean talk, hate sex, smelling panties, pinching, ass slapping

The idiot had been right. Once I'd gotten his cock, I was addicted. It turned into an unspoken agreement. If he was bugging me, I punished him with biting, scratching, and other things during sex. I nagged him to much, he was dragging me into a dark room to show me how my mouth could be put to better use. It was getting to the point that it was everyday. I was half worried about myself, and half lying to myself, so I could continue the behavior.

"Ah, ah, ah," Timothée was moaning in my ear as I pumped him relentlessly. He was so helpless as I gripped his cock.

"You close?" | asked with a smirk.

"Fuck," it was all he could say, and I felt pride swell in my chest.

"Honestly, you're so pathetic," I snarled. "So big, so strong, until I touch you. Admit it, you're weak for me." He shook his head, refusing my words. I rolled my eyes and increased my pace. I swiped my thumb over his head. He was soaked with precum. I was grinning viciously. If he wouldn't admit it, I had plans for him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried as he spurted everywhere. His cum was flying out into his trailer. I relished it, imagining him on his knees cleaning up his own cum made me wet.

When he finished, I didn't stop stroking him. I heard him nearly whine as he tried to push away my hand. I didn't hear a safe word, so I continued to stimulate him.

"Stop!" His voice cracked.

"You know what to say if you really want me to stop," whispered in his ear. He secretly loved the pain. He would be overstimulated for not admitting he was weak for me.

"It huuurts," he cried.

"This is your punishment," said, licking my lips at the pink hue of his cock.

"You know I won't be able to get off until after our interviews are over, so you deserve the same discomfort," ! snapped. It was true, we'd only had time for him to get off. I would have to spend hours in wet discomfort.

"Please, please," he begged as I continued to work his cock. I gave him six more tugs and stopped.

"Clean up your cum," I growled, and turned to get out of his trailer.

I walked out into the sun. I raced to my trailer, knowing our Director would be calling us soon. It would look odd if I was in Timothée's trailer, since he was my nemesis after all.

As I walked onto the stage for the interview, Timothée caught my arm. He pulled me close enough that only ! would hear what he said.

"You're a terrible person, you know that? The director nearly caught me cleaning up what you made me do all over my trailer," he muttered. I bit my lip, arousal growing at the image.

"You deserved it," murmured back, before breaking out of his grip.

I was right about being in discomfort. Timothée pissed me off as the hours of interviews went by. Though, I was starting to get worried that I was annoyed because I secretly liked what he did. I could no longer tell if I felt disgust or fondness when he touched me during interviews. Today, he'd nuzzled his head against my shoulder.

Butterflies had erupted inside me and I couldn't tell if they were good or bad. It didn't help that he was extremely good looking. I wanted to be as effortlessly desirable as he was, but I knew he only did the things he did so he could get sex later.

I was exhausted from the day of interviews, and Timothée had not come to get me. I decided I'd try out the pool the hotel had. As I got on my bikini, my phone rang. It was my best girl friend from back home. She was happy she had gotten me. I'd been texting her about the whole Timothée situation, she was very interested.

"Yeah," I said to her as I opened my hotel door to leave.

"It's just too cazy to decipher, like it's far and away the best sex l've ever had, but he's so obnoxious it." I turned around to see Timothée, just coming out of his room. He was grinning from ear to ear. My stomach sunk, because it was obvious he'd heard what l'd just said.

"I have to go, something just came up," I said to my friend, and hung up. I felt frozen, I couldn't move.

"Best, you, ever, had?" He punctuated each word with a step.

"How do you know I was even talking about you," I said, looking away from him. He was now close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck.

He took my jaw in his hand, turning his face to mine. His eyes were glittering.

"Who else annoys you like I do? Who else could you be talking about?" He smirked.

"I am going to the pool," I said, changing the subject. He chuckled darkly.

"I can assure you, you are not going to the pool," he told me, and then he was pulling me into his room.

My head slammed against the door as he kissed me with ferocity. His hands were grabbing at my skin, and holding hard enough to bruise. I whined into his mouth, and bit his bottom lip. He lifted one of my legs, l lifted the other, until he was holding me up against the door. He moved so he was sucking on my neck.

"You know the rules," I said, pushing him off with difficulty. "No visible hickeys." He nodded, but looked frustrated. He carried me over to the bed. He flipped us so I was on top. I felt his hard length beneath me and stifled a moan. I ground down against him.

He folded his arms behind his head, watching me smugly.

"If I'm so obnoxious, why can't you get enough of my cock?" He demanded of me.

"I don't even like your stupid cock," I lied as I worked myself against him.

"Lies," he hissed as I rolled my hips. "You could come just like this couldn't you? I'm not even touching you."

I still my movements, my eyes hard as glass as I glared at him. He continued to smirk, but leaned up and licked my lips before taking one between his teeth and pulling. I did moan then, and I felt his cock twitch under me.

"Do it," he whispered. I shook my head, he grabbed my throat lightly as he kissed wetly all over my face. "Make yourself come on my clothed cock, and I'll give you all the orgasms you want."

I began to move slowly.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, still holding my neck. The name made me shiver. I couldn't tell if it made me feel good or bad.

I pushed him back harshly, his head hit the headboard slightly. His eyes were full of shock and intrigue as I ground down against his clothed length. It was so deliciously dirty that he could please me this way, without even touching me. He reached up and undid my bikini top. He pinched my nipples as he gyrated his hips slightly to help me along. I gasped, feeling my orgasm near. I lifted off him for a moment to undo my bikini bottom strings. The garment was soaked, and I threw it on Timothée's face as I continued to roll my hips against him. He moaned as he smelled my essence, but he threw it away to watch me.

"Fuck," I panted.

"You can do it," he egged me on. Encouragement from him always made me feel odd. I needed him to shut up, so I moved my hand to his neck. I pressed down, watching his eyes widen. It came over me like a wave, drenching me in gratification. I released his neck as I panted.

He wasted no time in flipping us. He was sucking on my breasts, marking the skin he knew people wouldn't be able to see. He took my peaked nipples in his mouth as he pinched my thighs, providing the pain he knew I loved. He was now licking up my stomach to my nipples, like I was his own personal ice cream cone. He bit down on my left nipple, and I arched into him as I groaned.

He moved down to my purple and blue thighs. He was addicted to marking me, but we'd made a rule about no visible skin being marked. He took his frustration out on my thighs. I secretly relished seeing them anytime I undressed, but l'd never admit it to him.

"I'm going to eat you alive," he swore, and I nodded eagerly. He was devouring me, and I was arching up into his wet mouth. I pulled hard on his hair, while his nails dug into my thighs. His mouth was relentless, as he ate me out. The swirl of his tongue made my knees weak. Soon, I was hitting my peak again. I called out his name and he gave me satisfied slap to the ass.

"Get up," he growled, hands roughly grabbing me by the wrists. He got me up and pushed my body against the hotel window. I was panting.

"Let's show the world what a slut you are," he said, as my breath fogged the window. He dragged his tip between my folds teasingly, gathering moisture.

"Get on with it you fucking asshole," | snapped. He chuckled as he finally pushed himself inside me. His thrusts had me slammed up against the glass. The cold made my sore nipples peak again. He began to fuck into me.

"Fuck, fuck," Timothée groaned behind me. It always made me melt when he moaned. The idea that I did to him, what he did to me, was tantalizing.

"Faster," I demanded and he obeyed. I clenched my walls around him, his reward for obeying.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck l'm gonna cum," He whimpered, and I moved fast. I was out of his grip.

"What the fuck?" Timothée asked, not having released yet.

"I did what you said," I told him. "You owe me all the orgasms I want."

"Okay, let me back inside you and I-"

"No, do it with your hands Chalamet," | ordered, he growled at the surname, but he knew he owed me.

He came towards me, and held up two fingers. Slowly, he lowered them to my heat, and then he entered me. He curled his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me.

"Just like that," said, pulling at his curls. It was my back pressed against the window now, as he fucked me with his fingers. However, l'd underestimated his sneaky nature. He waited for me to close my eyes with bliss before replacing his fingers with his cock, and slamming into me.

He was so hard, and he was going so fast that I couldn't get a word out to condemn him. He was gasping, as he plowed into me at an unbelievable speed. Unexpectedly, his finger went to my clit, rubbing fast. I was coming undone with a shout as his cum spilled into me.

"You disobeyed," I finally panted.

"Yeah, well, you know me. Unprofessional," he smirked.

I was collecting my bikini when he cleared his throat expectantly. He had his boxers back on, but nothing else. I put my bikini on before turning towards him.

"What?" | asked, and he actually looked a little nervous.

"I got something for you," he said. What could it be, lingerie, a sex toy, vibrating underwear?

It was nothing like those things. I stared in wonder as he pulled out a first edition of my favorite book.

"You mentioned it in an interview last week, I thought you might appreciate it," he said. I still had not taken the book from his hands. I was too shocked. My whole body felt weird, what did this mean?

"Also I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out for dinner tomorrow night, it's been a month since we started this thing up and-"

He stopped at my horrified expression. I backed away a couple steps. I felt like I couldn't breathe right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"HI just thought that-"

"Don't finish that sentence. This, we, we are not a thing, we are just hate fucking," I said, trying to stop my hammering heart.

"Really?" Timothée asked. "You still hate me? What about what you said in the hall?"

"Did you not hear the other part? I said you were obnoxious," I said desperately.

"I thought that was just a game. I knew I bugged you at first, but I thought-"

"You thought what Timothée?" I asked. "That we were together?"

"No," he said, not meeting my eyes. "But I had hoped maybe the sex was a first step to.... Other things."

"You barely know me Timothée," I tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, I barely know you," he scoffed. "I just took my whole weekend to track down a first edition of your favorite book, but I barely know you."

"You heard that in an interview. You don't truly know me."

"Well holy fuck then y/n," he said in exasperation, tossing the book onto the bed. "Let me!"

"No," I said in a whisper.

"So you'll let me cum inside you, but you won't let me get to know you?"

"Look, I don't know what you thought this was," I said sharply. "But you are wrong. Don't come looking for me Chalamet."

I stormed out of his room and went to mine. I wasn't going to risk the pool when he could easily go there too. I locked the door behind me and sank to the floor. Tears welled in my eyes. Why did he have to ruin everything?

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nyoomfruits · 11 months

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no. 18: Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny for mctwinks pls!!

18. hot single parent and babysitter/nanny

There’s a million things that lead up to Lando being broadcasted to the entire F1 watching world with a baby strapped to his chest, but the shortest version of it is this;

He’s in London for a gig, playing at some night club he’s already forgotten the name of, when Max texts him if he wants to go to the Silverstone GP. And Lando loves Silverstone, and he hasn’t been to a race in forever, so he says yes.

When he gets there, excited to watch some racing, he’s instead confronted with Max’s teammate Oscar Piastri, who is cute and serious and looking a little frazzled and holding a baby.

The baby, Oscar tells him, is his daughter Harper. His nanny bailed on him at the very last moment and everyone seems to be busy and he needs to find someone to take care of her right now so if Lando could move out of the way that would be great.

To which Lando opens his mouth and says, “I can watch her.”

So. Baby.

Harper is a pretty chill baby, all things considered. Oscar had been a bit hesitant to hand her over initially, but after the approval of Max and Lando’s assurance that his brother has kids and he knows what he’s doing, he’d strapped the complicated baby carrier situation to Lando’s chest and given Harper a goodbye kiss on the top of her head before heading to the track.

And it’s not like Oscar and Lando are stranger to each other, either. They’d seen each other over the years, in the paddock whenever Lando came to visit, at parties. Most notably Max’s birthday party two years ago, where they stood outside and talked for nearly two hours, and Lando was so convinced they were going to kiss.

But they didn’t. So.

Harper babbles happily and Lando glances down at her, adjusting the giant baby proof headphones so they cover her ears properly. “Are you excited to watch your dad’s race, Harper?” He asks, to which Harper answers with a decisive, “Ba!” as she slams her fist against Lando’s shoulder.

“Me too, little bug, me too.” Lando says.

The race is pretty good. From where he’s sitting Lando has an excellent view of the track as well as the option to watch the screens for the parts he can’t see, and he entertains himself by pointing out things out to Harper, who mostly babbles happily and waves her fists around in answer.

When Max crosses the line in first, Oscar in second, Lando puts up Harper’s little hands in a cheer and she actually giggles. After that he makes his way back to the Red Bull Motorhome to wait for Oscar, stopping along the way to talk to some people he knows, most of whom give him very amused looks when they spot Harper.

He’s just taken a seat in hospitality, when he gets a text from his sister. You never tell me shit anymore :((((( It says. Lando frowns. Attached is a message, and he nearly drops his phone when he opens it and sees what it is.

It’s a screenshot from the live broadcast, showcasing Lando and Harper, clearly in deep conversation about something on track. Lando hadn’t even noticed the camera had been on them. But that. That isn’t really the important part. The important part is the caption.

The intention, Lando hopes, must have been for it to say ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, holding Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

Instead, it says, ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

“Oh go-“ he glances at Harper. “-Goody,” he finishes. His friends are never going to let this go. Max is going to have a field day. Maybe he can just ignore it ever happened. Sweep it under the rug. Pretend-

“Hey baby,” Oscar Piastri says, appearing next to his table.

Lando cringes. “Ah,” he says, “you saw.”

Oscar shrugs, seeming entirely too chill about the whole thing. “Max saw it, on the big screens. Mentioned it in the cool down room.” Which is Oscar speak for ‘teased him relentlessly about it’, probably. Lando winces in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” Oscar continues.

“Nah, not your fault,” Lando says, waving his hand around. “Besides,” he adds, trying very hard to keep a straight face and not do something embarrassing like blush. “It’s not the worst thing to be, you know. Your baby.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and his cheeks turn an absolutely delightful shade of pink, and suddenly it’s just like two years ago, standing in the courtyard of a club Lando’s long forgotten, staring into Oscar’s deep brown eyes like they’re the only two people on earth.

Which they’re not, as Harper gladly reminds them by choosing that exact moment to say, “Aga ba,” and slamming her fist against Lando’s cheek.

Oscar’s demeanor changes immediately, his smile mellowing out in something so soft it tugs at Lando’s heart as he reaches for her daughter, who twists around to face him and lets out a delighted string of babbles.

Lando unstraps her and hands her over, watching as Oscar quietly asks her how her afternoon was and then getting the softest, fondest look on her face when she babbles happily, albeit completely nonsensically, back at him.

“Thanks, for watching over her.”

“Yeah,” Lando says, standing up himself. “No problem. Anytime.” Anytime, all the time, forever if you’d let me. God, he’s pathetic. A cute guy is nice to him twice and he’s immediately willing to go down on one knee.

“Right,” Lando says, and there’s a moment, a small moment, where Oscar looks at him expectantly, and he thinks fuck it. I could just ask him out. We could make it work. But then he looks at Harper, still cradled in Oscar’s arms. Thinks about his schedule for the upcoming week, which is so incredibly full he’s going to have to ask his PA if she can please schedule him time to breathe, and realizes that no matter how much he might want this, it’s just not possible for them.

Being Oscar Piastri’s baby is always going to be just a meme on the internet.

“Well,” he finally says, shoves his hands in his pockets. “See you around.”

Something flickers, in Oscar’s face. Disappointment, maybe. Or maybe Lando’s just projecting. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t going to change anything.

He leaves the Red Bull Hospitality without looking back.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #IM SORRY I MADE IT SAD #drabble #ask game

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strollthroughstars29 · 11 months

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The new miraculous world episode has me hooked!

I might be completely wrong about this, but since the world's are complete parallels it only makes sense that the one who chose to be true to himself DESPITE knowing the true identities of ladybug and chat noir turns out to be the evil mastermind which means that the Supreme is none other than Luka.

I truly can't get over how well mlb portrays symbolism:

"Sometimes, destroying is the right path to build the new."

The way it starts with breaking when shadybug loses hope in her wish after seeing plagg and tikki's kwami forms explode. The way Shadybug truly sees what she has become when she sees a shattered mirror and how Marinette makes her realize that she could be different by seeing her reflection in a fixed one.

(The parallel between both bugs facing each other was beautiful)

The same way looking at Adrien, at his own (albeit, distorted) reflection, Claw noir also feels the same, like somehow both LadyNoir reflected what they truly wanted.

Throughout the episode, Hawkmoth continues to wear glasses and does not come face to face with Betterfly, showing that he does not wish to change even on the inside.

But either way, the best part of the episode was how when both Marinette and Adrien were talking to Shadybug and Claw noir, they were talking to their past selves as well... Marinette to herself who had been bullied relentlessly by Chloe and Adrien to himself before he started going to school and met all the people in his life.

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captain039 · 4 months

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Wasteland Heat (Redone) PT 2

Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault, Four getting stabbed :'(

Previous part <-

You're lost. You know it, Lucy keeps walking in one direction and you swear it's gotten you nowhere. She doesn't want to admit they she is lost either she keeps looking from her pip-boy to the never ending wasteland like you have an actual destination in mind. You follow her through the rubble and sand before you finally come across a semi standing house. You follow her through the opening and sigh a bit before she suddenly stops making you run into her.

"Lucy?" You question peering around her and seeing the table with skeletons. You gulp a little seeing two adult sized skeletons and three children sized ones. You watch her walk forward slowly before she picks something up on the table and frowns at it.

"What is it?" You ask but she quickly places it back on the table like it was acid and quickly leaves, you following behind her in confusion. It's getting dark quickly as you find another relatively standing house and set up on what would have been a balcony. She puts together a fire while you take a sip of water and lay down your blanket.

"What was in the house?" You ask and she stops her movements momentarily before she continues.

"Nothing" She brushes off and you watch her before giving up. You grab your medication out and take four pills one by one before lying down on the harsh ground. You fiddle with your pip boy for a bit before taking it off and lying it down beside you as Lucy does the same and lies down on her blanket.

"Well goodnight," She says voice back to its normal chirpy self and you sigh muttering a goodnight.

You wake up to low growling and shoot up from your blanket seeing a dog illuminated by the fire. You don't move unsure of what to do as Lucy also wakes up and eyes the dog with wide eyes. You glance at her before the dog quickly moves and attacks something behind her, you jolt as you hear a disgusting crunch and animalistic cry.

"You should know better than to light fires at night" a voice says and you just about jump a mile and look to see an older man sitting down at the end of your blanket. You sit up, bring your knees to your chest and eye him.

"It's dangerous out here" He adds.

"We're looking for our father," She says after some silence and a glance at the dog.

"You know people joked about bugs surviving the bombs, but they didn't just survive, they adapted, became stronger to survive out here" His words make you want to throw up as you realise the dog is eating an overgrown bug.

"You both need to go home, especially you" He gives you a pointed look and your mouth opens and closes.

"It's not safe here," He says and stands.

"Four come" he calls and the dog goes to his side and they disappear into the dark wasteland.

"We aren't safe here" you mutter as Lucy nudges the fire out with a small sigh.

"Let's go inside and just wait till sunrise ok?" she suggests and you nod following her lead.

When morning comes you take to following her again aimlessly, you've passed more broken houses and buildings than you can count and the sun is beating down relentlessly on your neck.

"Hey, there's someone over there!" Lucy pipes up and you follow her pointed finger to an old run down building. Sure enough, there's a figure banging against a metal object. You approach and she pulls out her tranq gun aiming it at the man.

"Is that necessary!?" You whisper yell as you get closer.

"Excuse me!" She calls and the man turns to look at you both, hands in the air. You frown at his attire, a worn dirty old singlet and makeshift underwear with a pair of boots.

"Oh, hey there, I haven't got any weapons" He says and she finally puts the gun away making you sigh quietly in relief.

"That's ok, we're a little lost, could you give us directions?" She says and approaches closer so you're all standing with the fence in between you.

"Hi, we're looking for our dad," She says.

"You don't look like siblings" He says glancing between the two of you.

"Not biological siblings, anyway, have you seen a group of people with a prisoner pass by?" She asks.

"Not a lot of people come this way, you probably be better off going to Filly" He says with a small shrug looking at you rather intensely.

"What's Filly?" Lucy asks.

"Settlement up over that hill there" He points and you both turn to look seeing the forest beginning, a tower and some smoke.

"Oh, thank you," Lucy says and nods to you.

"Dangerous up there, my uncle died, aunt too, some brothers I think" He says as he scratches his head like the thought was processing.

"Oh, well sorry for your loss" Lucy says and gives you a small look and you slowly turn to walk away.

"Thank you, hey you could stay with me, need a few hands now" He says and your body tenses at the words as Lucy begins to walk away.

"No thank you, we're ok," She says politely while silently and slowly running away.

"I'm dying! You won't have to deal with me to long i promise I'd treat you real good!" His words make you shudder as you both walk a little faster.

"He seemed nice" Lucy says as you enter the forest and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"He wanted us to stay with him?" You question as you hear approaching footsteps.

"Hello" Lucy greets but the couple just walk by with no answer.

"Must be this way" She shrugs and puts that smile back on her face. You follow the rustle of people and find yourself entering some sort of marketplace, people are yelling and asking you to buy their things before you finally find the entrance, a large pipeway by the looks of it. As you get to the other side the hair on the back of your neck stands up and a shiver goes through your spine. There are too many people here, too many scents, too much commotion for your brain to keep up with. You want to stop Lucy and take a breather, but she's already onward into the settlement. You realise you stand out like a sore thumb, well in this case a blue thumb and the glances and insults you get give you the impression Vault dwellers aren't welcome here. You can't shake the feeling of eyes on you, even those everyone's eyes are on you someone's is making your neck hair stand on end. You follow Lucy into a shop, giving a small glance around before you enter as she greets the lady.

"Hello," She says happily as you look at the older woman with crazy grey hair and dark eyes.

"Fuck me," The woman says before heaving out a laugh when she looks to you.

"Barv, come here!" She laughs and you frown slightly wondering what's funny.

"What!" Another woman's voice yells out in annoyance.

"Hi, um we're looking for our father you see a woman took him, about five nine maybe, roughly in her 50s? her name is Maldaver?" Lucy's words shut the laughing up and her eyes glare at you both.

"Don't worry Barv" She calls and you hear a string of curses from the other woman.

"Vault Dwellers?" She asks and Lucy nods.

"I've got some advice, Fuck off" She snaps and you flinch a little as you hear pattering on the ground. You turn around to see the dog from before now in daylight and turn to see the man also. He gives you an odd look as Lucy tries to barter with the older woman.

"You Wilzig?" She says to the man who nods.

"Get out both of you" She forces you both out so she can meet with the man when a voice calls out and stops the settlement chatter.

"Wilzig" You shudder and tense again looking to the source of the voice. A man walks over, his attire is old western cowboy just like the movies, only much dustier. You hide a little behind Lucy, the hair on your body sticking up, your heart racing.

"Are you a doctor? I am in need of some medical attention" his voice is heavy with a southern accent but what you see isn't man, at least you don't think it is his skin is scarred and leathery, a shade of red and his nose is missing. He gives a lopsided grin focusing on the man and the older woman.

"You're kind ain't welcome here" She spits, a gun in her hands.

"May be so, but, there's been a calling out to the agencies, a bounty for a feller who looks exactly like you" He points his gun at the man, yelling his words to the others around who have gone eerily quiet. Lucy sneaks back inside leaving you standing there like nothing suspicious was happening at all. Before the woman can speak a shot rings out and you scream as you see the man's foot completely gone and nothing but flesh dangling in its place, you almost vomit if it weren't for the gun now pointed at you or intense sunken eyes staring directly at you.

"You with him?" he asks cocking his gun to the doctor. You shake your head with your hands held up wondering where the hell Lucy was.

"Hm" Is all he says before he lets off another shot. You think it's at you but it was to the woman who decided to aim her gun at him.

"I've got a thousand caps for anyone who kills this bastard" She yells and your eyes go wide as duck for cover. Shots ring out in all directions, people crying in pain and things exploding, you briefly see the man still standing in the middle, hell he even grabbed some food while he shoots down whoever shoots at him. You see him flinch a few times, a few bullets hitting their mark but he just ducks behind the cart stall waiting for them to stop shooting before he's out again and killing them. Soon you think everyone is dead, you glance at the older woman and the doctor still alive. You here the clink of metal hitting the ground a few times before he speaks.

"For the tomatoes," He says before his footsteps approach.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stand down" You sigh in relief as Lucy comes back hand on her gun.

"It seems that your behaviour towards this man is unfair, you also threatened my sister, I must intervene" Her voice is steady but you can see her hand shaking. The man tilts his head to the side studying her.

"Do you now?" He asks a taunt in his voice as he slowly stalks forward you let out a small noise as the dog lunges at him, the man stabs the dog and you stare in horror. Lucy grabs her gun and aims, you go to move closer to her slowly but his gun snaps to you and Lucy fires a shot. He stops walking glancing at the vial and pulls it out.

"That is a very small dose in a pile of drugs," He says coming closer.

"Wait!" You yell standing a meter away from him hands in the air. You don't know why you moved let alone threw yourself in front of a gun and a man who very much knows how to use it. He stares at you tongue darting out to wet his lips and you watch the movement. You frown slightly and look back to his eyes going to say something when a voice calls out.

"She said stand down Ghoul" You look to see a knight flying in and landing nearby, the gush of wind sending a scent into your nose. You make a strangled noise the man's eyes snapping to yours before he turns to face the knight.

You rush back inside with the doctor as you hear more shots and fighting outside. You itch to go back out there and stop the fighting, something begging you to save whoever gave off that scent. You ignore it the best you can legs shaking as you watch the woman sit down at the doctor and yell at Barv to get a new leg.

"You ok?" Lucy asks and you nod unable to form any real words as you stare in horror as the older woman starts the machine and begins munching his leg. You look away as the doctor cries in pain before they start speaking again.

"I can make it," He says.

"You won't make it to fucking breakfast" The woman snaps at him.

"They can take me!" He points to you and Lucy and the old woman looks at you.

"Oh, no thank you, we're just trying to find our father," Lucy says nervously. You hear crashing outside and glance worriedly, finger tapping against your thigh in anxiousness.

"Damn it"

"Hey, right you want Maldaver here's your chance," She says and you frown at her.

"You won't get anywhere near her unless you have a bargaining chip" She gestures to the doctor, Lucy looks to you nervously before she nods. You help the doctor up and walk out the back door and back into the wasteland.

You're ignoring the nag in your gut, ignoring the way your feet seem to want to turn around and go back to that horrible place. You focus your mind too helping the doctor walk.

"You're a long way from home omega" He says and you gulp and nod.

"I've been injected with something to make me not smell like anything, that's why you can't scent me" He adds and you frown but nod again, you did briefly wonder why he had no scent.

"Put me down here" He sighs and you help him sit against the broken piece of metal.

"Lucy" You call and she stops and returns.

"Hey, we can do this" She says and kneels by him glancing at his leg only to grimace.

"No I won't make it," He says pulling out a small vile and handing it to you.

"Plan D the only human thing Vault tech ever made" He sighs and you frown at the small vile.

"It's easier than having you to do it" He says and you both frown at his words as he pulls out a saw from his bag and gives it to Lucy.

"You just need my head, if you can get my head to Maldaver" He stops to cough violently and you put a hand on his shoulder. He gives you a small smile before continuing his speech.

"You both can change the future, Ms Maclean" He smiles at Lucy before turning to you and saying your last name.

"Wait, how do you know-" Before she can finish the man's head slumps and his eyes shut.

"Sir?" You question quietly but already know the answer. Lucy stares before standing, she walks away a bit before returning.

"We can't cut his head off!" You say standing up and she sighs.

"What choice do we have!" She says shakily and you watch her walk back to the dead man and starts the saw, her soft 'Okey Dokey' leaving her lips.

Next part ->

#x reader #aob #fallout tv series #lucy maclean #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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HIII you know the scene in vargas camp 1 where deuce says

so cAN YOU ADD A SCENE WHERE DEUCE EATS WITH YUUU???? OR maybe feeds them

HI ONE OF THE THREE DEUCE KISSERS THAT KEEPS MY DEUCE CONTENT AFLOAT <33

IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS AHGSDFS THIS SCENE WAS SO CUTE :((

DEUCE GETS YOU SOME YUMMY YUMMY FISH AND FEEDS YOU AN APPLE?!?!?! (1.8k details)

“C’mon, eat up.” Deuce smiles, and amidst the pounding of your heart in your ears you can hear Grim cheering at the prospect of food.

The fish is passed into your hands and you stare dumbly down at it. Deuce’s smile might as well have been the sun itself because it’s burned into your retinas and you don’t think you’ll stop seeing the afterimage of him any time soon.

“Grim, take it easy!” Deuce chastises from beside you, and you don’t even have to look to know that Grim has wolfed down his first fish and is grabbing at another.

He sighs heavily and sits down next to you, starting to eat his own fish. You jerk at the closeness, and Deuce flinches back in response.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head and furrowing his brow in a way that makes him look like a puppy, and your heart clenches in your chest because how can a boy be so cute?

“I’m fine.” you whisper, taking a big bite out of your fish to distract him. The fish melts in your mouth, and you hum at how simply divine the flavors are.

You and Deuce eat in silence. Grim has long ago wandered off towards the cooking again, relentlessly bugging the other Track and Field club members for another fish. He’s lucky he’s cute. You’re certain he wouldn’t have gotten another fish if they knew what a monster he was.

It makes you smile.

“Hey, you’ve got something on your cheek.” Deuce murmurs, and just when you thought things were turning back to normal he’s leaning in close and cupping your face, “Let me get that for you.”

A swipe of his thumb is more than enough to make your face heat up, and you hope he doesn’t feel your embarrassment when he pulls away.

“There you go.” he smiles.

Then he notices your expression and that smile falls into one of panic.

Is he turning red?

“Sorry!” he chokes out, eyes wide as he scrambles away from you, “I didn’t mean-!”

“No!” you lunge forward and grab onto his wrist, an action that surprises both of you, “Um...I didn’t mind. Don’t worry about it.”

Deuce looks away and relaxes. You let his wrist go with a sigh, and when he resumes his previous position by your side, you find yourself growing bold.

You lean your head on his shoulder.

You shut your eyes and stew in your embarrassment for a few beats before you feel his head fall against yours.

“Here.” he whispers, an apple he snagged from the food supplies, “Make sure you eat enough.”

Without thinking, you take a bite of the apple while it’s still in his hand. He blushes brighter but doesn’t pull away.

“Thank you, Deuce.” you say.

He makes a soft “mhm” noise in acknowledgment.

#auburn's 1.8k event <3 #i wrote this in like ten minutes #i love deuce hes so rmhrpmhmr <33 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disneys twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #deuce spade fluff #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce x reader #deuce fluff

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thana-topsy · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday - Baldur's Gate Edition

I haven't shared a wip in god knows how long, and even though I've been working on my other fics in the background, I was bitten with the Bloodweave Bug and have been indulging myself a little bit here and there. So if it's your thing, have some... well. Have whatever this is shaping into:

[Context - Gale and Astarion attempt to get frisky after relentlessly flirting for two acts. NSFW warning: sexy and not-so-sexy postulating, but nothing too graphic. CW: descriptions of dissociation.]

“You really are a gorgeous creature,” Gale said, running his hand back down Astarion’s chest, across his stomach. “But I’m sure you already know that.”

“Never hurts to hear it again. And again.” He arched into Gale’s touch. “So, do go on.”

Gale finally tugged the shirt up and over Astarion’s head, tossing it to the floor before bending low to speak into his ear. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I know,” Astarion replied with a sigh as Gale placed kiss after kiss along his jawline before capturing his lips once more.

Their pants remained on and were becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. Gale licked his way between Astarion’s lips, sucking and nipping. For all his enthusiasm and verve, it was, unfortunately, a rather predictable escalation. Gale groaned into his mouth and Astarion felt himself begin to detach, eyes half-open, gaze drifting unfocused to the upper left hand side of the ceiling.

He wondered what kind of fuck Gale preferred. He seemed like the type to want to get Astarion off first before fucking him raw—the type to pride himself on getting his lover to cum before using their spent body for his own pleasure. Astarion knew the type. And there was something so incredibly wretched about having to pantomime pleasure for an unwanted orgasm–

“You still with me, ‘starion?”

“Hmm?” Astarion jerked his gaze from the ceiling to focus on Gale’s face. He couldn’t actually recall when they’d stopped kissing. “Sorry, I was just…” He paused, momentarily at a loss, then affected his best flirtatious smile, brow furrowing coyly. “I was just thinking of all the filthy things I want you to do to me.”

Gale sat back on his heels from where he knelt between Astarion’s legs, brow drawn. “Right… Listen, if you’d rather not–”

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling.” Astarion reached down and curled his fingers around the hem of Gale’s trousers. “Of course I want…” His gaze went unfocused once more, staring past the cut of Gale’s hip at the shimmer of the arcane lock on the door. “I want…” Whatever he’d intended to say, the words refused to surface, and his resolve was withering on the vine.

Gale slid his hands beneath Astarion’s, gently uncurling his fingers. “As I said, I consider myself to be an agreeable lover, which means recognizing when I’m not wanted.”

“But I want–” Astarion’s throat seized as the panic set in. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “I want you,” he finally managed to squeeze out. “I just don’t… I don’t want…” As his desire, his true desire, solidified, it felt so ridiculous that he wasn’t sure if he could utter it aloud.

“What don’t you want?”

“I don’t want to be touched. Like… that.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned. “Hells below. I’ve had sex more times than probably half of Baldur’s Gate combined. You’d think I’d be a little more articulate on the matter.” He sighed, letting his hands fall to rest against Gale’s knees. “But rarely did I want it, and even more rarely did I enjoy it. Now that I’m—well, now that I’m not compelled, I just…” He let out another heaving sigh, eyes trained on the ceiling, on the far corner, the window, the crack in the wall. Anywhere but on Gale. “I don’t know if I remember how it should be. How to… enjoy it.”

Gale made a noise of understanding, shifting to extricate himself from between Astarion’s legs. “Well,” he said, grunting with exertion as he lay down next to him on the bed. “It would be neither the first nor the last time I’ve had these kinds of activities halted abruptly. And, to be clear, I’d rather they be halted than to have you carry on as if I’m some…” He made a swirling gesture at the ceiling, as though attempting to conjure the word, but left the silence unfilled.

“It’s pathetic,” Astarion said. Hatred and misery roiled in his gut. “He ruined me.”

“He didn’t,” Gale assured, as if it were that simple a claim to dismiss. “Give it time.” He reached down between his own legs and palmed himself through his pants with a groan. “Besides, I’ve more than enough practice with my own hand to find satisfaction if I need it.”

Astarion felt something stir in his loins, something that overrode the simmering bitterness. He turned onto his side, propping his head against one palm. “What if… What if I watched you?”

Gale looked at him with a raised brow, still cupping himself. “Watched me have a wank?”

“I was thinking of it more in terms of ‘pleasuring yourself’, but sure. Be crude. Have a wank.”

“A titillating proposition,” Gale said with a breathy laugh, tipping his head back with a hiss as he squeezed himself. “Why not?”

#topsy writes #bloodweave #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #gale of waterdeep #astarion x gale #wip wednesday #writeblr #nsft #cw: suggestive #cw: dissociation

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starbunii · 8 months

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Hey! Can I request Shuichi x Kokichi's!twin (or very close friends with him) Reader, that's the Ultimate Second In Command?

THIS REQUEST IS SO CUUUUTE AAA <3 shuichi x reader gender neutral, anyone can read!

kind of short cuz i didnt know what to do, but if you guys like it i'll make a part 2!

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Being The Ultimate Second In Command, you were naturally used to the incessant teasing and mockery of your older brother and counterpart, Kokichi Ouma. Given your talent, status, and age, you were very rarely taken seriously by his organization, often being cast aside in favor of your sibling. You were unseen, a puppet working from the sidelines in order to better your brother's institution, watching as he took all the credit.

While it didn't bug you in the moment, there were some nights were you wept over the lack of being seen. You felt so...overlooked. So lonely. Most people only looked to you for assistance.

Until that fateful day...

You and your brother had been locked in a Killing Game together, miraculously enough. Most of your classmates were mundane. Boring. Generally just exhausting to be around. All of them could easily be overlooked, just as you were.

All except for one - Shuichi Saihara, The Ultimate Detective.

You watched as he introduced himself to everyone, mumbling and tripping on his words like a fool. The way he fidgeted with his fingers and avoided your gaze with that hat of his. It was all so stupidly mesmerizing.

After a bit of time, you and the detective had formed a strong bond, albeit much to your twin brother's dismay. You had stopped listening to him as often, preferring to go and be by Shuichi's side.

"I don't understand why you like him so much to begin with!" Kokichi pouted, lazily hanging off his chair while pigging out in the dining hall. "What if he's one of the feds, huh? Huh?!"

"I don't really care about that..." You frowned, picking at your food. "He's nice to me...and..I dunno. It's nice to have someone look at me like a person, and not an asset for once..."

"Hey-! I am plenty nice to you!" He grunted, now sitting upside down. "Besides. He's probably only nice to you because he wants to use you. You're my sibling..so it's different."

You simply sighed, getting up and leaving the room. Of course, Kokichi followed you, teasing you relentlessly. "..I mean, you probably only defend him because youuuuu have a massive crush on him!"

You paused, trying to ignore the way the heat rushed to your ears. Was he right? Did you have a crush on the detective? No...you couldn't...you two were just friends, of course!

Kokichi noticed your hesitation. He was quiet, before he began to cackle. "You like him?! Seriously?! That is the funniest thing I have ever heard! No way! He's got zero chance!"

"Kokichi..." You grumbled, walking faster.

"I'm not letting him get with my little Y/n!" He laughed even louder. "I have to protect my wittle sibling from heartbreak!"

"Kokichi!" You finally shoved him off of you, storming off even faster.

You bumped into someone's chest, clenching your eyes shut with a soft thud. You looked up, only to see soft and shy grey eyes looking down at you.

"Ah...sorry..." Shuichi blushed, fiddling with his cap. "You okay?"

"Mmh..." The room got warmer as your knees buckled a bit. "Yeah...I'm...I'm fine.."

"Good.." Shuichi smiled softly. "Um...s-so..."

"Yeah uh..."

"Actually..." Shuichi cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way his voice cracked. "I um...was wondering...if..." "Yeah...?" You gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I was wondering if y-you'd like to go o-"

"Wait just a minute!" Kokichi stormed into the hall, anger radiating from his tiny, 5'1 self. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but you better stay away from them, Shumai. They've got no time to be wasting with you, of all people." He glared at Shuichi, using only the most condescending of tones.

"I...I wasn't doing anything..." Shuichi blushed, backing up a bit. "I was gonna ask if.." His brain lagged as he tried to think of an excuse. "Exactly." Kokichi glared, taking your hand and leading you away from him. Shuichi quietly waved, looking a bit disappointed in himself. He had fallen in love with the second in command with an illegal vigilante. He knew it was wrong. Of course it was wrong. But there was just something about you that drew him in...too bad his confession had been interrupted.

Better luck next time...

#shuichi saihara #shuichi x reader #saihara shuichi #kokichi ouma #drv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #ghost.writes

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sammygender · 5 months

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a lot of the clash between sam and john, aside from the obvious, seems to come from the fact that sam, wrt his dynamic in the family, is driven very much by his desire to understand... & john is diametrically opposed to this

that classic fight scene in s1 with john he starts off by firing questions at john and they're genuine questions - he is so angry at the fact that everything's being kept from him (& dean). and john has SO much he thinks he has to hide from sam. and sam must've always been able to sense this. and john just wants sam to shut up and do his job. so you get this dynamic between sam and john where sam is relentlessly, constantly pushing, because no matter what he can always sense there's something john isn't telling him and that john doesn't trust him (& can you imagine the awfulness that wreaks on his brain as a kid??? hes growing up and his older brother and his dad are in some secret little club he only gets access to later on and even then - even then he's never as close as they are to each other - of course he feels like hes fundamentally wrong and evil thats what john projects onto him, there must be something wrong with him for john to treat him like this), and also because none of it makes SENSE to him.

(side note but teenage sam is soooo autistic kid who just wants people to act rationally and genuinely cannot comprehend why his dad acts like this and does the things he does and can be such a dick and refuses to listen to reason, like surely if sam just Explains Better then this time dad'll get it...) (i understand him. What who said that). and john is always pulling away and getting colder and angrier and meaner because he resents sam so much for always pushing and never just doing what hes told and is never ever actually willing to listen to sam at all.

anyway. sorry guys im rewatching all the john winchester scenes because i wrote a fic with john actually IN it and i want his voice to be 100% accurate because inaccurate john bugs the shit out of me

#sam winchester #dean winchester #spn #oliver talks #sorry guys im going thru it rn and im channelling it into analysing winchester family dynamics bc at least im not one of them <3 #precanon #john winchester

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md-confessions · 4 months

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Something that’s been bugging me relentlessly is the weird double standard when it comes to shippers. Obviously not *all* shippers are like this most are normal but this one particular situation’s been eating me.

I recall seeing an envy shipper go off about how N and Uzi aren’t 'healthy' for each other due to being 'traumatized'. When Envy arguably falls into the same camp (with the Solver looming n all). N and Uzi hang around to clearly heal each other from the trauma they’ve endured. What also isn’t helping is really iffy/ableist language being used.

Again not all envy shippers are like this but stuff like this just weirds me out.

#md confessions #murder drones #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman #n/v crit #n/uzi

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danmeiconfession · 4 months

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My thoughts/rants aren't very coherent so just take it as me rambling instead lol .

Although sj's treatment of lbh was awful, lbh is still sj's direct disciple and the matter of his discipline rests on sj, so it's awkward for outsiders to interfere. it's not right but hey neither is slavery or child marriage so them's the works.

LBH was free to leave Qing Jing Peak at any time - but perhaps not in his own mind. This is interesting bc imo him and sj never had a relationship where sj was gaslighting lbh into staying. in fact i'd say sj made it plenty clear he found lbh to be an eyesore but maybe in those years sj had some intermittent spots of mercy lbh latched onto and then just never gave up hope.

Unless, Well looking at SV canon and how the system didn't penalize sy for the medicine + carriage ride after sy explained his thought process, it wouldn't surprise me if those types of events happened with sj and lbg. if sj had to bring lbh out on a night hunt he prolly made sure lbh was patched up + looked presentable so he didn't ruin the cohesive aesthetic of his peak haha and well NYY is always a weak point. these things definitely wasn't usual but likely happened often -enough- for lbh to get his hopes up over and over .

As modern people, we of course abhor the way that LBH was treated and SQQ comes off as abusive and a slimy lecher. But by the standards of his own age, everything he's done is perfectly acceptable. In traditional Chinese philosophy, the teacher is like a father, and a father and a teacher can do whatever they want to their child / pupil. Even in modern China, teachers have been known to get away with beating their pupils. In the UK (where I'm from), it wasn't so long ago that teachers could cane their students and no one blinked an eye about parents beating their kids. Slavery, child marriage, selling your wife or daughter into prostitution, all of that was totally legal in ancient China.

I always thought it was strange that OG LBH fixated so much on SQQ that he tortured him so horribly, but there's no mention of him doing the same to everyone else who ever wronged him, no matter how small. I think being pushed into the Abyss the last straw but I also think the reason he so hard-wired to think of his Shizun as this unfeeling man and tortured him limbless is because He got rejected so many women like him but the one man he chased relentlessly for years for his eyes to even graze him he look the other way which is why I think his eye got taken out ?

After the loss of his mother, lbh expected to find a new family in qjp and a new parental figure in sj. The greater the expectation the greater the disappointment. obv jiumei is not in the right condition to play mother hen to anybody. | ಠ ∧ ಠ | but lil bingbing didn't know that and arguably maybe he understood his foster mother was treated bad bc she was a servant but he couldn't understand why sqq, an immortal cultivator, is so hellbent on bullying some unknown kid.

Also, why does it bug Binghe that much? Why was it brought up against SJ during his trial in Proud Immortal Demon Way? Maybe it's just critical research failure on Airplane's part, but in ancient China, visiting prostitutes was completely normal. Men could have multiples wives and concubines and sleep with their servants and go around to the local brothel. Visiting a prostitute was just a leisure activity.Like, t says something about Binghe's obsession with SQQ in PIDW that he's fixated on SQQ's alleged bedroom habits?

Of course we modern people and Luo Binghe have a right to be mad, but justice in ancient xianxia China is... putting it lightly, biased... This is a world that shrugs off almost any crime if your position is high enough.

100% LBH is right to be upset, but the problems run much deeper than SQQ, their whole world is rotten. Him being mad about SQQ yeeting him is kind of confusing, he's legit to be hurt about it but any Cultivator would have killed LBH on sight when he was revealed to be a demon, and a heavenly one at that.

Which is why i'm forgiving with Shen Jiu because why judge him from a lens from the modern viewpoint because on top of the shitty things that happened to his life him being an abusive teacher isn't really so damning when the entire Cultivation worls is corrupt??? In a way the original PIDW was a hypocritical abuse apologism story with the mentality that any abuse against the protag was unjust and wrong and any abuse he committed whether disproportionate or targeted at people who never did anything to him was righteous or deserved was a criticism of the stallion protags and that it was never equal to begin with Shen jiu never deserved such torture they were never on equal footings to begin with. Yeah, he was vicious but it hypocritical. I never took Shen Yuan being with Binghe as a reward but a punishment for being such a troll and idol-obsessed that he ended up with Bingmei dude. Sorry if ending up with a mentally ill man and one who sa him and only cared for his own needs during the act with no regard for their partner and i'm breaking yall illusion with this toxic ship.

Considering what went down with LQG and SJ when they where disciples it does seem like there is a lot of bullying. If PIDW is like other Xianxia novels, or even historical dramas then there is probably a lot of underhanded sabotage by students against one another. Many cultivation novels with sects have kids fight over food and resources and if you can't cut it then you leave or you languish. A peak like SQQs may well have such things as part of their education because it's a strategist and scholarly peak, any student who couldn't figure out how to sabotage rivals, curry favor with the right people, manipulate, info gather, and navigate dangerous political situations on top of doing well in normal studies wouldn't fair well in such a place. - I doubt this to be the case in canon as SQQ is supposed to be a scum villain but its fascinating to speculate.

In a way Binghe is weird he thinks more in terms of a modern person I guess in a meta way? Because... He isn't special .It always strikes me as funny that LBH apparently like, idk, despite also being native to the culture is upset by it? as if he wanted more from specifically from SQQ? bc he wanted SQQ to find him special? meta hand-of-god type stuff where LBH accidentally has a more modern attitude bc of the way he was written?

Hell, his 300 wives scream self-enforced heterosexuality. like some DEEP repression and distraction.Ur telling me this guy fought more powerful sect masters, demon lords, survived assassinations but the mean teacher deserved prolonged torment.

If only Shen jiu played up the role as a mother things wouldn't have escalated lol. Freud should study Binghe though cause damn his mother issues run deep. His father though he doesnt give a damn and is detached from him but when it comes about the jade pendant youre basically finished. feeling the hots for ssq was part of the mommy issues lbh had lmao

#svsss #scumbag self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #luo binghe

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