#jaan smut

[deadduvznap]

i have something extremely inappropriate to say

god i wanna fuck them so bad imagine hearts in their eyes <333 imagine them kissing 😳 boys kissing ????? thats crazy playing w solons hair while railing him sobbing

[pookieace]

kaeya calls you "meri jaan" as a form of endearment. prefers "meri jaan" over baby, or babe and everything else sniffles :(((

you call out for him in another room and he's immediately going "yes, meri jaan?" you ask him for his opinion on a new outfit and he just "you look as beautiful as ever, meri jaan." when he needs to ask you something, he starts off the sentence with "meri jaan". when you're mad at him about something, crossed arms and eyebrows furrowed, he'd hold your chin gently and tilts your head up, "i'm sorry, meri jaan, forgive me?" even when he speaks to others about you when you're not around :(( when he wants to hype you up, he begins his sentence with "well, meri jaan–" and continues to talk about you

and andnndnd and jfdkfdgj whenwhe n w h e n you have your legs pinned to your chest n he's coaxing you to another orgasm, one on his cock this time and and and he jsjuttt GODDD "thaaat's it, cum f'me. just like that. so good for me..." leans down to rest his forehead against yours as you come down from your high, "always so good for me, meri jaan."

[chaithetics]

Where to Put My Hands

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x plus size f (afab) reader Prompt: Reader having a fixation on him and his hands and him doing something about it. Word count: 1.4K (I tried to keep it concise lol) Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff/comfort, smut. Reader doesn't have any other physical descriptions other than being plus size. Not proof/ beta read. A/N: I'm so excited to share our first Fics for Palestine! (Learn more at that post) Our kind donator has wished to remain anon but a massive thanks to them! I hope you all enjoy this Monkey Man fic!!! Let's keep rising Dev hive! Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! 🫶 P.S. Keep doing what you can to support Palestine! It's all important, whether it's donating, contacting your local and relevant political reps, sharing and engaging with resources and posts, showing up to local events etc. Here is a post I made with free things to do from home to help Palestine. Much love 🖤❤️🤍💚

Kid and you were lying down, he was a man of few words, even in tender moments. But you weren’t bothered, you’re holding one of his hands with both of yours, running your fingers over him. Every side of his hands and then up his forearm, exploring every inch of skin. With each day of your relationship, you’d been able to warm up a part of him that had been shut off for so long. 

He looked at you as you focused on his hands, your favourite body part of his. While you’d melted him, his hands and everything they could do had continued to melt you (in their special way) more and more each day as well. His brown eyes were warm as he took in all of you, how your eyes were fixed on his hands, the gentle touch of your hands, how the sweet smile you wear makes your full cheeks look, how your soft arms looked in the evening light. His beautiful personification of peace. 

“Is it weird that I just want to be seen by you?” His voice is quiet, it often is, and there’s a vulnerable look on his face, his eyes searching for reassurance. There’s something so warm and comforting about being in this relationship but it’s an extremely new and vulnerable feeling for him. 

“Not at all.” You whisper as you rub his wrist gently with your forefinger and thumb. “I see you.” you respond as your gaze turns to him and you smile. 

He smiles at that, clearly feeling comforted in the unexplored waters he’s swimming deeper and deeper into each day. Kid moves and presses a soft kiss to your lips, slowly deepening it as he moves his hand out of yours so he can cup your full cheeks. 

You’d initially relaxed easily into the kiss and were content with it, that was until he’d moved his hand. It was pretty rude considering it had been a strong fixation of yours lately, something he knew. “Hey,” you whispered, “I wasn’t done playing with your hands.” You whisper in a voice that sounds almost annoyed, he tries to distract you with another deeper kiss. 

“Really?” His voice has a slightly playful tinge. “Do my hands belong to you now, jaan?” 

“Yes. It’s in the relationship rules.”

“Well I better put them to good use, I suppose…” He leaned back and then sat on his ankles as he looked at you. “Because I don’t know where to put my hands...” He teases you but there’s a knowing look in his eyes. Oh, how those big brown orbs mesmerise and melt you. 

Kid uses his knee to spread your legs out and then moves so he’s kneeling between them. He caresses your soft jawline for a moment, his fingers gently holding your chin for a moment as his free hand starts to run along your thick thighs. You breathe in a sharp inhale as you look at him, you know what’s going to happen but each cell in your body is buzzing with anticipation still. 

You watch him with bated breath as he runs his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his eyes are looking at his hands as he explores this intimate area of you. His hand that had gently been holding your chin let go, letting his fingers fall, travelling over your chest, where he gave your left breast a squeeze that made you gasp and bite your lip. 

His hands then glide along the smooth, softness of your round stomach he runs his fingers along where stretch marks and moles are and he takes a soft breath in as he looks up at you. He moves his hand over to palm you above your underwear, you let out a small whine and your head falls back. His left hand massages the plump flesh of your thigh as he continues to palm and move his hand along above your underwear, teasingly.

“Please…. Please…” You beg in desperation as your hips thrust up to try and meet his hand. To be buried against it, in desperate need of more friction and pressure. A need only he can satisfy.

He can hear the neediness in your voice, he can feel it radiating off of you, and he can feel it against his hand. He quickly pulls your underwear down, lifting one of your legs slightly so it’s off and just hanging around the other one. He moves his hands closer to your needy hole, dancing around your inner thighs for a moment. You breathe in shakily as the feeling almost tickles. 

You watch him as he palms you once again, his other hand is now gripping your round hips, starting to run his fingers around your vulva, slowly along your folds to tease you, watching your reaction. Amazed at the power he has over your body, his ability to please you with just his hands. His fingers were touching every part of you but your hole that wanted to swallow him, or your clitoris. 

Kid can see the need in your eyes, how you're looking at him letting out soft moans and gasps as he teases you. 

“Look at you, good girl… such a good girl…” He whispers in that voice that makes you let out a small whine as he rubs your bundle of nerves in a circular motion with his thumb. 

He continues and then slips a finger into your hole, it’s barely in, just a teasing taste as he watches you. Drinking in your reaction, the way your back arches and then comes back down as your hips thrust up to try and swallow more of him, to feel him deeper inside of you. Kid obliges and quickly moves his finger in deeper which pulls the sweetest moan out of you that makes him smile. 

You let out a chorus of moans growing louder as you feel him move his finger deeper and deeper as he moves it back and forth, it’s at this point that he inserts another finger which makes you whine and close your eyes. It’s an incredible sight to him as he watches this. He moves his fingers at the most perfect rhythm that he knows will bring you closer. 

He moves a hand to squeeze your breast again, to run it along your nipple as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. You’re whining as it’s building up deliciously, in an overwhelming way. He brings his hand back down and he starts to give your clitoris more attention again, just as it deserves. He rubs your clitoris faster, applying a little more pressure which makes you cry out. “Does that feel good? Do my hands feel good? Is this what you wanted, what you were thinking about before?” He asks as he keeps going faster and building to that rhythm that he knows is going to make you release. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine out as you nod frantically, you have one hand gripping his shoulder as he keeps moving. All you can think of is his touch and you know you’re on the edge, he’s bringing you there and you’re whining louder. “Go on, be a good girl…” He says as he keeps this current pace of pumping, he’d slipped a third finger in and he’s now giving equal attention to both your sweet spot of nerves and your vagina equal attention. He’s urging you to release, he knows your close. You nod and whine out as you know you’re almost there. He continues and it feels perfect, your back starts to arch as you feel your eyes roll back as you claw his shoulder and come. You come hard and it’s perfect, equally what you knew his hands would give you. Exactly what you’d been fantasising about as you’d held his hands earlier. 

You let out a deep breath, Kid gives you some time to recover from that release but he spends the rest of the night praising you as he gives you exactly what you wanted. Showing you just how he can use his hands and how good they feel.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hey dear! I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if I could get a imagine/oneshot Daemon x wife!poc fem Reader (dornish maybe?) inspired by "jhute ilzaam" by Umrao jaan, please? (with happy ending) feel free to ignore.

AN- I loved it! Thanks for the ask sweetie. Hope you find it as per your liking.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading

False Accusations

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader

Summary- And sometimes false accusations end with a beautiful evening...

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Warnings- Tooth-rooting fluff and it gets steamy at a point. Implied smut.

GIF Credits to @thelekhikawrites

Kaun kisko yaha bhala samajha

Humne kya samajha tumne kya samajha

"Do what I hear is right?" The Dornish princess asked, her fingers combing through her dark tresses. Her dark eyes gazed accusingly at her husband who seemed not fazed by her statement, casual as always.

Instead, the Rogue Prince drew closer to her, like a moth to burning fire. His long fingers caressed the dusky skin of her shoulder; the thread of her heavy necklace sat sternly on the bare skin, barely grazing the rough padding of his digits.

"And what do you hear, my little sun?" He called dearly, fingers running down to the thread which held her translucent nightwear together. "Now, that you are here, make some work on the threads of the necklace."

With a roll of his eyes, Daemon started to carefully undo the knots holding one of the symbolic representation of the riches of House Martell of Dorne. But whilst his pursues, he observed the little frown shadowing over her face.

"What has stolen the smile of your face, beloved?" He asked, once all the knots were undone and the jewelry was placed carefully on her vanity. His fingers massaging the muscles of her tensed shoulder.

"Queen Alicent had decided to enlighten me upon a particular... interest of yours," she said, her teeth sinking into her lower lip while her hands slapped his hands off.

"Which one?" Daemon asked with a frown tugging over his eyebrows. His hands crossed over his chest; eyes skimming over his lady wife; his little sun; his Dornish princess.

"Were you in an intimate relation with Rhaenyra?"

The prince was left in a deep silence; his eyes boring deep into her brown irises which resembled the drenched soil after the arrival of first rain; the earthen warmth they held were lost as tears welled up in them.

"Were you, Daemon?"

Of course he was. How could the prince forget it. But that was before (Y/N) came in his life; dancing and singing like one of the angels from the heaven, with hair so dark that they could challenge the Maiden herself.

Her smile which brightened up his entire life; making him forget about the misery of his life and drown in the rain of love she showered over him.

"I was."

"And does the relationship still exist?"

The hope in her eyes resembled the flame of a burning candle; little but bright. Her pink lips resembled the petals of the softest rose. Her skin like gold; or the beautiful colour of tea she makes when he couldn't sleep.

"No."

"And how shall I accept that it isn't a lie?"

Daemon chuckled, his hands guiding her to stand up. Forcing her to face him, to look into his violet eyes with her dark ones. In her eyes, he saw in them the childlike stubbornness and with them was love.

"What can I do to make you believe it?"

Meri aankho me jo achhe nahi lagte aansu

Toh jalaya na karo mujhko sataya na karo

"I hate it when you cry," he whispers, cupping her cheek as his fingertip massaged the muscles beneath her eyes, softly with great care. "Then don't make me cry then," she replied in an equally low voice, the stubbornness leaking through her voice.

"Apologies, my love," he says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. The sharp intake of breath pleased the prince as he retracted his face only a few inches.

"Apologize better," (Y/N) argued, turning around with her arms folded in front of her. Her eyes focused over the reflection of herself and her now smirking husband, who only stepped closer to her, towering over her petite stature.

"I. Hate. Tears. In. Your. Beautiful. And. Erotic. Eyes."

Each word was accentuated by a kiss, starting from her shoulder to her neck. The shiver which ran down her spine excited him.

"Stop the seduction," she hissed, eyes widening as she took a few steps away from her prideful husband, unconsciously moving towards the bed she shared with her lord husband.

Daemon only huffed a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he stepped closer to her; like a predator hunting it's prey in the quiet of a dense forest.

"Those are just another false accusations, ñuha byka vēzos," (My little sun) Daemon said, his fingers slowly crawling over the expanse of his broad chest, undoing the ties which hold the black tunic together, slow as a turtle.

"It hurts me, Daemon," she whispers with a bite on her lower lip, blinking her lashes to prevent the fall of her tears.

Jhute iljaam meri jaan lagaya na karo

Dil hai najuk ise tum aise dukhaya na karo

"These false accusations hurts my weak heart as well, my lady love," Daemon admits, exposing his lean chest to the hungry eyes of his wife. His tunic was left abandoned on the floor, while his finger grazed the covered skin of her side, just below her bossom.

"My lord, I was just... scared to lose you."

"You would never lose me, my sunshine."

His lips touched the smooth skin of her collarbone, a small hum of pleasure leaving the throat of the exotic beauty he was fortunate enough to marry. The little moan had him growling; his teeth biting the skin below her ear softly.

"Daemon, please."

The smirk on his face grew, his fingers finding home on her waist. Her dark brown locks touching his rough fingers, a soft touch like a mother's to her little child.

"Lets remove the false accusations from your mind."

[aredeemantagonist]

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[hobiebrownismygod]

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[ao3feed-kathony]

very happy

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57911239 by lauryssamilkshakes “Is this the only reason you wish to delay our news, my darling?” he asked, trying and probably failing to keep his voice level. “You are happy, I hope?” “Oh, meri jaan,” Kate murmured, “I am very happy.” Extended scene from 3x05. While they're in bed, Kate asks the staff to take Newton on a walk so she and her husband can resume their... conversation. Words: 3177, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 15 of all I find myself being able to breathe for Fandoms: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Episode: s03e05 Tick Tock (Bridgerton), Extended Scene, Missing Scene read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57911239

[redraspberriewrites]

can you please make pavitr smut with fluffy aftercare 🥺

OF COURSE I CAN Pretty thing AGED UP!Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!afab!college student!reader Warnings: Protected p in v, consensual, stressed collage student reader

You pretty thing.. he coos in your ear, while cuddling and watching a movie with you, like you hadent been bouncing on his cock 10 minutes ago. It all happened on a hot day in mumbattan, exams driving you insane. "The teacher is fucking crazy!" You told Pavitr as he was reading a book. He closed the book and payed you all his attention. You started blabbling bout how you found your college teachers to be maniacs, Pavitr suddlenly hugged you "Sundari... let me help you calm down"He kisses you nose "I cant see my pricess stressed, no no no never" he said dramatically as he flipped his hair back. You adored this guy.

🎈🎆🎇🎈🎇🎈🎆🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎈🎇🎈🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇

You expected a cuddle session from your COUGH COUGH innocent boyfriend, but he put a confident hand at the lace of your panties "B-baby?" he sushed you and kissed your neck "Can I make you feel good?" this was his way of asking consent, and you just couldnt deny him "Yes please..." you said shyly. He obliged, taking your panties off you, and and puitting a condom, seeing your pussy leak, he gave himself a couple strokes, and, laid down on the mattress "Use my cock as your as your anti stess toy , meri jaan" and you did. You started bouncing on it, clapping noises filling the room as Pavitr moaned your name and some "how does it feel?" or "sundari... you do so good..." He started prasing you in his native language, and you didnt undertsand a single thing, he was blabbling too fast. Nobody could have understood him! but you knew he was about to cum, just like you, who felt that familiar bubble pop in your stomach. "Pavitr.... P-Pavitr" he grabs you hips "Yeah, sundari?" "Im gonna cum... please baby" you say. Pavitrs mouth bends into a smirk "Toghether, my jaan" you felt your release, and pavitr felt his condom of his warm seed. You feel on top of him, head on his chest "That felt amazing" You pant. He holds you close "Better, sundari?" you nod. 🎈🎆🎇🎈🎇🎈🎆🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎈🎇🎈🎇🎆🎈🎆🎇

He gave you a glass of water and massaged your back "Lets watch a movie, my beloved" You nod. you beckon him to cuddle you and he nods as a repone, bringing you close, grabing your hips "So if you ever feel stressed, just call the P man!" you sigh "Last time I ever fuck you" You both laughed and continued watching you cheesy romance movie.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Gentle Lover, You Are

MINORS DNI 18+

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Summary: It's your third year anniversary with Simon and you've both decided it's the perfect time for you two to have sex for the first time. Word Count: 2,141 words Content: Smut, fluffy smut, Simon being so soft, petnames galore (lad, love, Si, meri jaan), desi!Reader, closed off!Reader, top!Simon, bottom!Reader, Reader is in the military. Author's Note: So this is my second time writing smut, but my first time posting it on here. Please note that my only experience has been reading smut, I'm a virgin myself, so forgive me if it's awkward writing. Also, take a shot every time the word "gently" comes up, /hj. "Meri jaan" is Urdu (and I think Hindi) for "my life" and Simon just hit me in the head until I allowed him to say it. Anyways, as always, criticism is allowed and welcomed.

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Excitement thrummed in the air and through both your and Simon’s bodies as you two both came back home to his flat, having just had a romantic dinner to celebrate your three-year anniversary. It was finally time, you two were going to have sex for the first time in your relationship.

It had taken a long time for several reasons.

One, you both had been closed off when you two met on the tarmac at the SAS base, your helo just touching down and Simon had been there to greet you along with the rest of the 141. It had taken you two a year to even become friends and then another year for either of you to do anything about your growing romantic feelings for each other.

Two, you two had to start slow to get you both to this moment in time, Simon because of his past experiences with sex and you because you were a virgin. You first both had to get comfortable kissing each other, than with touching each other, etc.

The third reason was simple, you both had also been busy due to your military careers. It wasn’t often that you’d get free time, deployments came rather suddenly and pulled you both away from making progress in the sexual intimacy department.

But now, now you both were ready.

“Let’s go shower, love,” Simon said in his gruff voice, though it was always a bit softer around you. His warm, calloused hand gently placed itself on the small of your back as he very gently led you to the bedroom and into the bathroom that was attached to it. “Want to feel your skin beneath my hands.”

A warmth of love and desire washed over you at his words and you nodded rather eagerly, stripping your clothes off as soon as you got into the bathroom, which made him laugh. “Can I take off your clothes, Si?” you asked, your hands reaching for him slowly, giving him a chance to decline the offer.

Simon smiled a small, soft smile, which made you glad he no longer wore his white skull mask and balaclava around you, and he nodded. Your hands reached their destination, gently undressing him, revealing his scarred and inked pale skin.

“Beautiful,” you murmured, tracing the tattoo sleeve of skulls and various war images that adorned his left arm. Your touch was reverent, because he truly was beautiful, inside and out.

Simon’s hands lazily touched your own body, tracing over the few scars you had on your brown skin. “You’re beautiful too, lad,” he replied softly, slowly and gently moving you backwards until you both got to the shower. One of his hands left you to turn on the shower, turning the faucet. “I’m so lucky to have you, so lucky.”

Before you could reply that you were also lucky to have him, he leaned in and kissed you, making you breathless. The kiss was soft and tender, as always. Neither of you liked it fast and rough, you both could feel the passion with a tender kiss and tender touches.

As you two kissed, your fingers reached up, carding through his blonde hair. When you felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, you obliged and opened your mouth for him to explore. You explored his own mouth with your tongue, taking time to memorize the way he tasted.

You two reluctantly broke the kiss for air, Simon checking the water temperature while you caught your breath. You both got into the shower a minute later, stepping underneath the warm water.

You hummed softly beneath your breath before picking up the bar of soap, lathering the loofah before setting down the soap and turning to Simon. You didn’t let him take the loofah from you, though he really wanted to take it, instead you ran the loofah up and down his neck first, starting to wash him. 

“You take care of me all the time, let me take care of you,” you said when he gave you a look of confusion.

He grunted, not really pleased. “Fine, but I’ll be washing you next time.” He leaned in for another kiss, unable to help himself.

You two exchanged kisses as you showered, Simon indeed washing you right after you finished washing him. You only stopped kissing to get out of the shower and he took your towel before you could, drying you off tenderly. Once you both were dried, you made your way to the bedroom.

Your cock swelled with desire as your brown eyes now settled on his own cock that hung between his legs. It was big, but you trusted him. You knew he’d prep you well, just like he had been doing for the past few weeks to get you used to the feeling of his fingers inside you.

“We can stop at any time, love,” Simon said while he laid you down on the bed before taking out the condom and bottle of lube from the night stand. He got on the bed a few seconds later, hovering over you. “Whenever you want, even if I’m inside you, okay? Tell me you understand, lad.”

You nodded, looking up at him. “I understand, Si,” you replied, your hand reaching for his. Your fingers intertwined, his grip tightening briefly before loosening just a bit. “You can tell me if you want to stop too, any time.”

His eyes softened at that, love filling those honey-brown eyes you loved. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. He settled in between your spread legs, taking the bottle of lube while stroking your cock as he poured the lube on his fingers.

Your back arched off the bed slightly as his soft strokes increased in intensity, pleasure washing over you. You remained in eye-contact with him as he stroked, his eyes taking in every expression of pleasure on your face.

When you grew close to your orgasm, his hand left you and a whine escaped from your lips. He chuckled softly, shushing your whine with a soft peck on your lips before his lubed up finger spread lube on your hole. He made sure the ring of muscle of lubed up before slowly pushing his finger inside you. 

Simon groaned at how tight you were, his other hand moving up your legs and to your chest to massage your chest gently. “So tight, lad. But you gotta relax for me, love,” he said, his voice husky with arousal and desire.

You managed to relax, getting used to his finger quicker since all of the weeks of preparing you for this moment. You moaned, a second finger of his joining the first to stretch you out for his cock.

“I want to give you some attention, please,” you begged as your hand reached down to grasp his achingly hard cock. It was so thick and it throbbed in your hand as you started with small strokes.

“Good boy, just like that.” Simon now had three fingers inside you, just as an extra measure to ensure you were properly prepped for him. His long fingers searched you tight walls for your prostate before finally finding it, making you cry out as a jolt of pleasure hit you and caused you to see stars. “There it is, love. Come on, keep stroking me. Make me nice and hard for you.”

You managed to keep stroking him despite the pleasure that was blinding you, Simon’s fingers now hitting your prostrate with every stroke. Your orgasm grew near again and you gasped.

“Si, please. Need you.”

You didn’t want to come without him inside you, you knew your refraction period was long and you were eager for this. You wanted—needed him.

Simon hummed in approval at your begging, his fingers withdrawing from your tight heat, making you feel empty for a few seconds. He opened the condom wrapper and rolled the condom on his hard cock before lubing it up, stroking it some more.

One of his hands settled on your thigh as the other guided his aching cock to your entrance. “Relax, love. And remember, we can stop.” With those words, the head of his cock nudged at the ring of muscle before breaching it slowly, causing you to gasp.

He pushed inside inch by inch, scanning your face for any sign that you wanted to stop. “Good boy, you’re doing so good for me. Almost there,” he murmured when he was halfway inside you, so close to bottoming out.

Both of his hands settled on your hips now, soft groans escaping him. His groan grew louder when he finally bottomed out inside you, his balls hitting your ass. He gently massaged your hips, stilling so you could adjust.

It sure was an adjustment, his cock obviously bigger than his fingers which had been the only thing inside you before. Tears began in your eyes and he gently wiped them away.

“Are you okay, love? You want me to pull out and stop?” Simon asked softly, his voice full of worry.

You shook your head, not wanting him to pull out. “No, no. I’m fine. I just need to get used to it some more,” you said, willing to push through the initial discomfort.

He nodded and silence engulfed you two with just the sound of him pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck being heard. He was doing everything he can to make it more pleasurable, to make it easier for you to relax.

“You can move,” you murmured after a few minutes. You nodded when he asked you if you were sure and you rolled your hips, making him groan. “Simon, please. Please move.”

Simon pulled out just a little bit and gently rocked his hips forward, thrusting inside you again. “Fuck, lad. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

His thrusts were slow and gentle, making you moan softly. His hands reached for yours, intertwining your fingers as he kept rocking his hips into yours. Pleasure just kept washing over you, all you could think about was him and the love he was pouring out with every thrust.

“I love you so much,” he murmured against your skin, peppering your brown skin with soft kisses. He groaned when his cock hit your prostate, making you tighten around him. “You’re everything to me, love. The air I breathe, my reason for getting up in the morning. You’re my light at the end of the tunnel, meri jaan.”

The Hindi term of endearment made your heart flutter, because he was your life just as much as you were his.

Your grip on his hands tightened, your heart swelling with love for the man above you. “I love you too. Can’t see a future without you,” you moaned, his thrusts still gentle and slow, making love to you. “Please, please keep calling me “meri jaan”. Please.”

So he did, he whispered it so tenderly with every thrust. One of his hands left yours when you both were getting close, his hand wrapping around your cock to push you over the edge.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as he kept stroking in time with his thrusts. “That’s it, meri jaan. Cum for me, you’re going to look so beautiful for me.” His strokes quickened, making your legs tremble.

“Simon!” You cried out when the pleasure reached its peak, your body tensing up as you came. You spilled into his hand, gasping and moaning as your hole tightened around his cock.

“Yes, fuck. Good boy.” Simon only needed a few more thrusts before he too came, spilling into the condom. His groans reverberated through the air, filling the room before it died down, his thrusts stopping.

He panted, pressing a soft peck on your lips. “That was amazing, love. You did so well,” he murmured.

There was a haze of pleasure that surrounded you, making you a little out of it as he pulled out of you and disposed of the condom. He came back with a wet towel, the two of you too tired to clean up more than that for the night.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, your voice a little slurred.

“You don’t have to thank me, love. It was my privilege.”

He washed you both up with the wet towel before throwing it in the hamper and settling down beside you on the bed. You both moved underneath the covers, snuggling up to each other. You were nestled into his side with your head on his chest, his strong arm wrapping around you and holding you close.

Your eyes closed as you listened to his heartbeat, steady and beating like a drum. It lulled you to sleep just as he spoke softly.

“Sleep, meri jaan. I have you.”

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One a String Part One: When it Snaps

Notes: Hi! This is my first time putting my fanficition on here. Please do not steal my work! I beg of you! I will cry!

Pavitr is in his 20's now, as is Y/N.

No smut! Never smut.

So much angst.

Warnings: Character Death, Slight Bruising

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Summary:

“I never would have asked you to love me Pavitr, if you hadn’t given me reason to believe you already did.”

Gayatri passed away a few years ago, and Y/N has been a faithful companion to Pavitr in his mourning. She never asked more of him, until he started to cross the line, showering her with affection and making her feel like they were something more, only to retreat behind the walls he's built. She feels like a yo-yo, he yanks her to him then throws her away just as abruptly.

And she just can't do it anymore.

—-- Y/N’s Point of View —--

“Cause I’ll never be her Pav! And it’s like you’re trying to keep me as close as you can to satisfy yourself, but then you never actually let me in.”

It’s all coming out. All of it. I don’t even know if all of it’s fair. But this violence might be the only justice I ever get for myself.

“How could you ask me to let go of her -”

“I’m not! I’m asking you to let go of me”

“What?”

He pauses, and fury flares in my chest again. Anger has gotten cozy in my chest, and it’s incinerating the walls. I don’t know how I'm surviving it.

“You tell me you love me, that you can’t live without me, and that would be fine, all of it would be fine, if I was just your friend. But I know I’m not.”

Talking to him is running in an endless loop. And the only one who can call off the race is me.

“Meri jaan -”

“No, do not call me that, not when you don’t mean it. I know I’m here to fill the void, but I’m never actually allowed to, am I?”

I’m a flame in love with a moth. He is desperate to touch me, and though I’m the supposed danger, he is the one in control. He flirts with me, giving me the idea that one day he’ll actually come into my embrace. But my wick is ash, and my wax has collapsed, I can hold no more flame to allure him. Maybe I’m more of a fly in a web, I certainly feel like my innards are being sucked out.

“Pav you can’t keep doing this to me, I am not some yoyo you can just keep yanking closer whenever you feel like it and then tossing me away when you’ve had your fill.”

The whiplash is going to snap my neck. He holds me in his arms at night. He runs his fingers through my hair in the dark, and I can feel the streaks left behind by his tears. With my head on his chest, his heartbeat reverbs through my soul, and for as long as I can remember, my heart has been attuned to his. I would nurse every need of his for the rest of my life, to keep his precious heart beating. I swear on my life I would do it, if he wasn’t being so cruel. I wouldn’t ask him for more, if he wasn’t constantly holding it over my head like something I can reach if I can just be good enough.

“I need you to decide.”

“Decide? What is there to decide on?”

I burst into flames.

“If there is any room for me!”

If one more moment of silence passes, I will be consumed. I’m a snake so driven to madness, all it can do is eat itself. Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing all along.

And then he looks up at me, with the eyes that have won my heart a million times over, the eyes that I see swallowed with grief every day. She pulled out the light in them when she left. And I’ll probably never understand just how much she took from him, how much she took with her into that grave. Is it possible that we’ll never see those parts of him again? I almost can’t believe I'm doing this to him. But I also can’t believe he is doing this to me.

“Decide Pavitr!”

I will never blame him for loving, I will never blame him for mourning, but I cannot let him keep me in a perpetual state of use, like I’m the cake he wants to have and eat too. I can't keep giving all of myself to him. In his eyes, I’m no better than a bottle of alcohol. I’m something to mourn with, and then use as an excuse to beat himself up, something that eases the pain but never gets to share his sober days. I am something he can consume. But I was not born to be eaten.

His mouth opens, and before the words are off his tongue, I beg myself not to hope. I beg in vain.

“She is half of my heart. I cannot, I will not ever discard her, I will not betray her memory. She was my life, and I died with her. I cannot dig up my heart to give it away.“

There is absolutely nothing inside me.

And then I laugh, tears welling in my eyes, as if it really wasn’t over until this moment. But no matter how relentlessly I tried, he gave up before I even came into his life.

“I thought I should give you a decision. But really, I knew I’d already made up my mind. Maybe I…I guess I was just hoping that maybe there was enough room for me to actually have a home with you. A life with you. Three years Pavitr. Three years. And I thought I could be second place. But I’m not going to live my life with a man who will never love me. I’m not going to spend my life loving a dead man.

I mindlessly grab my coat from the arm of his couch, and there is something so cruel about it: this final action, this final goodbye being so seamless. I idly ache to leave it there, leave one last thread uncut. But it’s already over my arm, and I know that even if I left it, I am too tired to ever come back for it.

“Goodbye Pavitr.”

—---- Pav’s point of View —--

I can’t think clearly.

“No! No, wait!”

Thousands of my fractured pieces are screaming over each other, begging her not to go. Bursting through the forefront is primal fear: if she walks out that door, I will never see her again. I’m scrambling towards her, and suddenly my hands are tight around her arm.

“No no, Y/N please you’re my best friend.”

She scoffs, and it feels like it rattles through my whole chest, its impact crushing the frame of my ribs.

“I never would have asked you to love me Pavitr, if you hadn’t given me reason to believe you already did.”

She’d never be able to overcome my spider strength, and the slight yanks I give her everytime she tries to pull away are causing her to lose her balance.

“Pav let go, Pav let me go!”

And as much as I wish I could stop it, It is already crashing through my vision.

“Don’t let me go, Pav don’t let me go!” Gayatri, the face I’ve carved violently into my brain with religious repetition. We’re hanging from the top of the building, my hand around her slick wrist, the rain writhing itself through our palms, my grip growing more and more precarious as the Green Goblin stalks closer, I’m losing her I’m -

A brutal clap echoes through the room, silencing everything in my mind. Pain ravages my cheek.

Her hand has retracted defensively in front of her now, and tears are making her beautiful skin flare red. I can’t move, and my grip loosens just enough for her to yank her hand away violently. As she does, her sleeve retracts.

There are bruises on her arm.

A sob bounces out of her as she trips, but then her hand is on the door handle, and suddenly the door is slammed in my face.

Gayatri was half of my heart, and I feel like I’ve just lost the other half.

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 8 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari had finally finished his last class of the day, he dismissed the class, packing away his stuff when Andy entered the room.

"You ready buddy, Y/N is excited to have you over," Andy said, patting Ari's back. 

"Give me a few minutes," Ari said, putting his laptop and papers away. "Ok I'm ready, so excited to meet Y/N Andy." he said smiling at Andy who was so excited to show off his wife. They left, Ari driving behind Andy, following, Andy quickly shooting his wife a text at the traffic lights that they have left. 

It took them 35 minutes to drive to Andy's apartment, which took longer than usual because of the traffic. Andy parked his car, stepping out and grabbing his bag, Ari parked behind him grabbing a gift for Y/N. 

He followed Andy into the apartment complex, going into the lift and going to the 12th floor. They arrived at the apartment, Andy opening it and stepping inside. He smiled, installing the aromas of spices she was cooking. 

"Honeybun, we are home," Andy said, walking towards the lounge. They waited a few seconds, then Y/N walked in wearing maroon jeans, white friends t-shirt covered by an apron and wearing fluffy brown and black slippers. 

"Jaan," she said, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Andy wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as Andy leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss. He parted his lips, turning to face Ari and introduce him,

"Honey, this is Ari. Ari this is my beautiful wife Y/N," y/n moved out of his arms, walking over to give him a hug. She is a hugger and likes to greet people with a hug.

"Nice to meet you Ari, trust my jaan is making you welcome in India," she said, seeing Ari smile and nod his head.

"Mrs. Barber, this is for you," Ari said, landing the box of chocolates to her. 

"Thank you Ari, you can call me Y/N. There was no need for the gift, but thank you once again," Y/N said, looking at Ari with a smile. "Food will be ready in five minutes, please wash your hands," y/n moved back to the kitchen while Andy showed Ari where the bathroom was. 

 They sat down to eat, Y/N plating both men the food, before sitting down to eat herself. One hand was linked with Andy's while they talked. 

"So Ari, how are you finding Mumbai," she asked in-between mouthfuls.

"It is taking me a while to adapt but I am loving the weather," Ari said taking some poppadoms and chutney and putting it in his mouth.

"Honey he has tried vada pau and now loves them," Andy said, making Ari blush thinking of the time he ate done with Maddy at the food stand. They talked, when Andy changed the subject asking about Maddy. "So tell us about Maddy, did you ask her out," Andy said, grabbing himself some more khadi. 

"I did ask her out, she said yes and we are planning a date at my place this Saturday. I am going to make tacos, nachos, some Margarita drinks and we will watch a movie together," Ari said, feeling nervous about the date. 

"That's great man," Andy said watching Y/N take her plate to the sink and start making some chai. Both the men helped clean up the table, putting the food away and washing the dishes. Y/N came back 15 minutes later with some chai and biscuits, and they all moved to the sitting room to talk more and enjoy the chai. 

"What is Maddy like," Y/N asked looking at Ari who smiled,

"She is lovely, very friendly to talk to and I just love her energy," Ari said blushing just thinking of her. "Sometimes we text each other silly memes and other times we send each other songs we like," Ari said, biting his bottom lip. They talked for a while, Y/N excusing herself and going upstairs to answer a call while Andy and Ari played a video game together. Ari left at 10pm, with Y/N sending him food in takeaway containers so he can eat them tomorrow. 

Saturday morning, Ari was panicking, he chose to make more food than he can make. He texted Andy and in half an hour both Andy and Y/N arrived to help him out with the cooking. 

Y/N and Ari worked in the kitchen, while Andy made the margarita drink, as well as cleaning the lounge and heading out to get some flowers and candles. Few hours later, the  taco mixture was made, all the ingredients for the nachos prepared and the lounge decorated with flowers, candles and fairy lights. Andy and Y/N left, hugging Ari and wishing him luck. 

Ari goes to have a quick shower and puts on the denim shirt and jeans. He sprays some cologne - Midnight Musk & Amber Cologne looking at the clock to see that the date will start in 1 hour. 

Ari was nervous and wished the time could speed up so the date could start. One hour later, the doorbell rang; Ari stood up, took a deep breath, opening the door to see Maddy standing outside in black denim jeans and a sparkly green top. 

"Hi, Ari," she said, handing him some sweets and a bottle of wine. Ari smiled, taking the gifts and putting them on the table before hugging Maddy and kissing her cheeks.

"Hi, Maddy, come inside," he said, taking her to the lounge and pouring her some wine. 

"Ari, you smell heavenly," she said, sitting next to him on the sofa. 

"Thank you, Maddy, you smell delightful as ever," he says, enjoying her scent. They talked for a little while; he couldn't help staring at her lips. The way he watched her smile, laugh and talk got his body feeling all types of things. 

He was itching to kiss her, he wanted to pause the moment, grab her head in his hands and passionately kiss her lips making her melt into his arms. 

"I have made tacos, nachos and Margarita drinks for dinner; I confess I had help making this. Andy's wife helped me; I hope you like it," Ari said, looking at Maddy's emerald dangling earrings.  Biting his lip, he needed to remind himself to behave and see how the first date went. 

They ate dinner at the table, Ari pouring her some more wine and talking about movies most of the time. He couldn't stop looking at her hair; it was long and black, French braided to the side. It got his dick twitching thinking of him tugging on it while pounding her. 

Dinner was finished, they both cleared up and went to the lounge to switch on the movie and get comfortable. Ari took a blanket and handed it to Maddy, who slipped her shoes off and sat under the covers. Ari went to the kitchen to grab some more wine, opened a bag of popcorn and put it in a bowl with some chocolate and brought it out. 

"What movie shall we watch," he said, putting down the bowl of popcorn, pouring some wine in Maddy's glass as he sat next to her, covering the blanket around his legs. 

"Let's watch a marvel movie, maybe the first cap movie," she said, taking a sip of her wine and eating some popcorn. 

"First Captain America movie sounds good," Ari said, opening up Hotstar and playing the movie. They both watched in silence, Maddy sneaking glances at Ari who looked hot in denim. 

Half way through the movie, Ari paused the movie, turning to look at Maddy. 

"Hi," he said, looking at her face glow with the light. 

"Hey," she said, feeling her face heat up from the way Ari looked at her. 

"Can I kiss you?" Ari asked and Maddy nodded her head. Heat rose from Maddy's stomach to her chest. Ari's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him was hypnotic beyond belief.

Her whole body tingled, his arms wrapped around her. Ari pulled her in, claiming her mouth, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Maddy became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his denim shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat. 

It was as if time had stopped, both of them sitting on the sofa glued to one another. As if no one existed but just them together kissing. Ari pulled away, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her once more, they cuddled as Ari continued the movie. 

It was 11pm when the movie was over, Maddy started to yawn, stretching her arms out. Ari knew it was time for her to go home, he felt a little sad but tonight wasn't the night to ask her to stay over. 

"It's quite late," Ari asked, "Do you want to stay over?" seeing her yawn once again. 

She squirmed and looked away, biting her lip. Ari understood what that meant. He was endearing to see that she was a little shy around him, even now that they had kissed. "I-I mean, I'll give you my bed and I'll take the couch…no pressure." 

"No!" She said a bit too quickly, eyes as wide as saucers I'll. "I-I can't put you out of your own room," she said, getting up and picking up her purse. "I mean, basically what I wanted to say is," Ari blew out a breath at this awkward conversation, "I mean, there will be no funny business," he gulped and cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks heat up under his beard. 

"No no, but I don't mean to cause you any discomfort," she said. 

"But it's late, let me drop you home at least," he pleaded. 

"Fine," she sighed. 

Ari fetched his car keys and rode the lift down along with Maddy. He drove her to her place and parked his car on the road, idling the engine. Maddy didn't make a move to leave the car immediately. She tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her plait behind her ear and gave Ari a shy smile. "I had a great time tonight, Ari, thanks for everything," she whispered quietly. 

"You're welcome. The pleasure is all mine," he returned her smile, with his palms resting on the steering wheel.

She bit her lip and waited for a moment. Ari guessed that she was looking for a goodbye gesture and was hesitating. He waited, trying not to make her uncomfortable, yet curious at what she would do. 

She patted his hand awkwardly, murmured "goodnight" and tried to open the car door. Her body was yanked back into the seat as she had forgotten to take off her seat belt. Ari bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "S-sorry," she teetered, feeling extremely shy. "Hey, no need to apologize. Here let me help you," he said as he leaned over the console to help her untangle the belt.

He closed his eyes for a moment when he got close to her neck and got a whiff of her perfume. He also saw goosebumps breaking out on her skin at his proximity, her breath getting rougher. "There, all done," he whispered slowly. 

"Th-Thanks," she whispered back. She hesitated for one more moment before quickly leaning forward and planting a swift kiss on his cheek. It landed on his beard instead, but it left Ari stunned nevertheless. Before he could reel from it, she had squirmed out of her seat and left the car. 

Ari moved on a reflex and followed her. She walked a few steps and then turned around and collided into Ar's chest. "Hey! What happened?" He was still not sure what was going on. 

"D-dogs! There are dogs in the street! Help!" 

"Ohhh are you scared of stray dogs?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, hugging him tight. 

"Aww don't worry; I'll walk you to your building's gate. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, please," she squeaked and trembled, making Ari go heart eyes for how cute she was. 

Ari hugged her back, patted her shoulder and then broke free to hold her hand. He walked with her as promised, and when they reached her gate, she looked down at their joined hands and whispered a quiet "thank you."

"Sundar," Ari lifted her chin and smiled at her, "I know you were trying to kiss me goodnight earlier. In the car." 

"Yes," she squirmed and blushed again. 

"Well, you're gonna have to kiss me properly then," he said as he dropped his lips down to kiss her. 

[chaithetics]

GIRLLLL OMGGGG YOUR MONEKY MAN FIC HELLO?? HELLOOOO???? so good. i just came back from watching it and wtf. now that is how u direct and that is how u make a profound film. (i’m glazing him and this film so hard but idc i just want 1 chance dev PLS JUST GIMME 1 ONE IS ALL I NEED) also r u indian? cuz when i saw the “jaan” i read it it in his voice and my knees literally almost hit the ground like i was like 😧🌚😜😍🤭🤭😋😋🤤🥰 the whole time!!! if i may, can i request another monkey man fic/drabble/whatever u wanna make it but it’s about how they met? basically like a backstory on how they met and got together. thank youuu! 🫶🏽

Blood-Stained Meetings, Nauseous Introductions

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 2.6K Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries/blood, longing, reader has no physical description, a kiss, no smut. Not proof or beta read. A/N: Hey lovely Nonnie, so glad you enjoyed the film! It's so good! Dev Patel is so talented. I hope you and everyone else reading this and in the fandom enjoys this fic! 🫶(Please do and validate me, I'm scared it's TERRIBLE and I'm not happy with this, genuinely terrified lol) Comments, reblogs etc. are always more than appreciated and encouraged! Enjoy 🥰 Gif by @junkfoodcinemas Somewhat inspired by an old chat with the talented @mittos about how reader would probably hate seeing him fight, and tagging @lialilalo because I feel bad about ending up taking a week to get this out since your ask!

Sure, there were probably worse ways to spend a Friday night, but you also knew that there were definitely much better ways to spend a Friday night as well. But you simply weren’t the kind of person who did better things on a Friday night, that wasn’t in your DNA. Obviously. This was your brother's idea of fun after all. 

It didn’t surprise you that this was how your adult brother wanted to spend the start to his weekend and drag you along, or that this was a frequent pastime of his. It didn’t mean that it horrified you any less though. 

You’d sighed and dreaded this for hours, days probably, subconsciously. 

Yet, you still were here. You’d changed out of your work clothes for this, you’d tried to make yourself as presentable as possible when you knew it was an effort you’d see reflected in your brother. You were dreading leaving your home and having to blend into the sea of bloodthirsty betters you were about to find yourself in. 

You walk with your brother and one of his friends into the building, it’s large and crowded. Everyone is packed in like sardines as they yell about what odds they’re betting on, who’s the biggest and strongest, who’s the most nimble-footed and quickest, and who is the immediate runt of the competitors. You can already feel yourself becoming stressed, at this environment. You don’t understand the appeal of this but you understand how it can become a reality with the world that you’re all in. 

The heat stings your face like a slap, as you stand there, close to your brother so you don’t get split up in this sea and he rambles in your ear about who he placed a bet on, how they usually do. All of the information that seems so important in a moment like this to everyone else. But you’ve seen enough blood, you don’t need to be fascinated by people getting bloodied up like this. It’s a privilege that you’ve been able to avoid this your whole life. 

If you were seeing this at home, or if it wasn’t so packed in here tonight, you’d feel a little less self-conscious. And if you felt a little less self-conscious, you’d be chewing on your nails, all the way down to the nail bed. Until you felt the all too familiar sting of going too far. You give your hand a little shake to try and get rid of that urge, now’s not the place or time to wear your nerves on your sleeve. So instead, you try to offer up a small smile to your brother as he leads you to a spot on some benches nearby. 

The bench is relatively close to the ring, but it’s good, you’re already overstimulated and trying to make it up further to higher seats isn’t an idea that agrees with you right now, and it surely promises you a quick exit if needed. You look around, the dim lighting further adds to everything, your eyes scan the faces of those in the crowd and you look out at the ring. It’s big, you think, but you’re not sure if it’s a standard size or not for this sport. 

An announcer enters the ring, he looks sleazy and has a large, sly smirk pasted onto his face, one that makes you uncomfortable. You look at your brother to try and share a knowing glance but he’s focused on what’s in front of you both. You let out a quiet sigh as you tilt your head back to focus on what’s in front of you. 

The announcer opens his mouth and he speaks in a South African accent, that surprises you and you can’t help but look at your brother again. He announces himself as Tiger. This night is already so random, and you have a feeling that it’s only going to get more wild. 

“He’s the owner.” Your brother says as he tilts his head to whisper loudly in your ear. You can hear him over the whooping, clapping, and chants that have started. You nod as you look back at the ring, trying to pay attention to what you’re going to soon witness. Despite how overwhelming it all is. 

Tiger then introduces a fighter who’s dressed to almost look like a reptile, he’s introduced as King Kobra and gets a warm, adoring welcome from the audience with thunderous applause and cheers. You don’t clap as you can’t help but look around instead, taking it all in. It’s a lot and there’s so many people here, here just for this. 

Tiger then starts to introduce King Kobra’s opponent, his voice changes and it’s tinged with an antagonising disgust, he’s clearly trying to rile the audience up into booing, and not rooting for whoever it is. You can’t help but feel your curiosity grow at that. It feels childlike how it’s said, but you see the audience respond just as Tiger wishes. The opponent is Monkey Man, he quickly comes out and makes his way into the ring. He moves quickly and he bounces on his feet for a moment as he gets further into the zone. He stands there, waiting for the noise to confirm it’s the start, the start of a fight where he can maybe get one or two punches in before he has to keel over for his pay. Pay that he’ll probably have to bargain for. 

He stands in the ring and he can’t help but spend a second focusing on the face he sees in the front row. Kid is sure he hasn’t seen that face here before, it’s a pretty face, but he can’t help but notice the anxiety pooled in those eyes or your body language. He tilts his head slightly, it doesn’t seem to be the kind of anxiety some of the gamblers here have before the match, the ones who are risking it all for an expensive thrill and painful rush, to live vicariously through him and the other men adorned in animal masks and names. 

Kid turns his head away from you and tries to focus back on his work. You don’t even notice that the man in the ring has been staring at you, taking you and your nerves in for a few, long but oh so short seconds.. How could you? With that mask? You can’t see his face, but you can see there’s a lanky figure standing there, hiding under the mask and donning the monkey man mantle. He’s tall and slender but you can see there’s some muscle on his arms, from what you can see of the sweat and blood-stained undershirt he wears, his chest is toned as well. 

You don’t know it yet, but you can feel something realign, change in this moment. You’re just not sure what it is, or if this feeling is even real, or if it’s just another symptom of somatic anxiety. Right now, you think it’s probably just that. 

After almost another minute of the crowd booing Monkey Man and chanting out for the King Kobra, the match begins. Each of the men takes a moment to size the other one up, watching the other’s moves before the first hit lands. It’s King Kobra, he strikes Monkey Man. 

King Kobra goes to throw another punch, he moves quickly and he’s very agile, yet Monkey Man somehow dodges this one. His landing with the dodge isn’t perfect, but it gets him out of the way. He throws a punch to King Kobra and the crowd erupts into boos at that. It’s even more louder and clearer than before who they’re all rooting for and aren’t. The crowd’s response seems to motivate King Kobra as he quickly moves and starts to deliver blow after blow. 

You barely feel the noise of the crowd’s screams of joy and cheers as this happens and King Kobra gets his footing back. Your eyes widen as you watch, you see blood starting to fall as Monkey Man loses his way in this match. 

You let out a gasp as he falls to the ground. King Kobra slithers around the ring, posing and feeding off of the crowd’s response before he goes in for the kill shot. He delivers it and you feel yourself slightly jump. It’s terrifying to you, you don’t see the appeal in this, you can only start to mentally list off all of the physical trauma this causes. You sigh as you watch King Kobra be declared the winner of this match, it sounds like a recurring event, you gaze over at your brother who looks ahead with a large smile of awe, obviously happy with whatever return he’s getting on the bets he’d made beforehand

Monkey Man slowly tries to limp his way out of the ring and backstage, you look at your brother and quickly whisper that you need to check on this man. You have to, it’s basically a moral and ethical obligation. Your brother sighs and nods, you quickly move off of the bench and it doesn’t take much for you to catch up to this masked man. “How are you feeling? I’m a nurse.” You say to him and he nods slowly, you can hear his ragged pants from under the mask, the mask is drenched in sweat along with the rest of his body.

As you slowly walk backstage with him to the locker room that’s pungent with the sweat of costumed men masquerading as animals and characters you’d find in The Ramayana. There’s blood stains visible throughout the floors and walls, and you can taste the copper of the crimson in the air, impossibly so. You don’t know how but you can. You ignore these other bodies floating in your periphery as you walk to a sink with the Monkey Man, he leads the way, naturally. 

As you approach the sink together he immediately puts his hands on the edge and spits out a thick string of blood, you’re used to seeing blood but in this context, you can’t help but feel your nose screw up a little. It’s awful.

He tilts his head to look up at you, your eyes meet him and you offer him a small smile and give him your name. He looks at you, taking in the way that your lips curl up and how they do so genuinely. He gives a small nod, one you’d have missed if you’d blinked just a few seconds earlier. He just tells you that his nickname is Kid. Maybe he’s been fighting since he was very young. You don’t ask. Not yet. 

You turn the faucet on at the sink, to try and wash his blood away so that you can start trying to clean the damage of tonight’s fight, off of him. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, he knows you’re not the type of person to come to these events. You’re not a regular and it’s clear from your face, you’re not a fan of these displays of violence. 

“My brother. It’s his birthday this weekend.” You say quietly as you wipe the blood off. “Have you broken your nose?” He looks up at you with a small smile, it makes sense. Your brother was probably the man beside you, he thinks. Kid can’t quite remember his face. He then shrugs at your question. His nose doesn’t feel too bad right now, but he knows he’s probably broken it at some stage. 

“You’re not sure?” You ask him, he shakes his head. You immediately notice how quiet he is, but despite his silence, his eyes are so reactive and expressive that you feel like you know more than what his words could give you.

“Do you have issues breathing? It doesn’t look bad, there’s just a small scar there. They often heal pretty well on their own.” You say as if to reassure him, even though you know that it probably isn’t something that would bother him. There wouldn’t be much he could do now anyway about that. You don’t like that thought. 

Kid stays there perfectly still as your stomach is now over its nausea and your hand touches his skin so gently as you try to offer him some kindness, some respect, some dignity, some simple compassion and care. His eyes soften as he realises that and looks up at you. There’s a glow from within you, even in the artificial lighting of the locker room and it’s easy for him to block out the chaos in here and focus on your gentleness. 

He’s barely ever touched, except for when a blow hits in a match, it’s never this gently. He doesn’t even know how to show himself that level of care when he bandages himself up at the end of each night that he fights. 

There’s not much of a conversation as you bandage him up but somehow, you don’t really notice it and it’s completely okay with you. There’s a comfort in his quietness, his stillness. It’s one he finds in you as well, perfectly requited. You put a hand on his arm gently as you just finished putting a bandage on him. He takes your hand slowly, and he examines it. You’ve never had someone look at your hair, analysing every hair on your knuckles and by your wrist. It’s a unique way to be seen. He then takes your hand and gently turns it over, taking his time as he does. Kid looks at your palm, at all the lines on it and his eyes follow and travel amongst every single last one. A million lifetimes. A million dreams. He runs his finger along them, just to confirm as he thinks about the roots of your skin, how they run along to the softness and travel over calluses. “That’s your future.” He says softly as he looks at your hand, running his fingers along the lines. He then looks up at you, and his big, beautiful brown eyes meet your orbs. “It’s your past, everything.” You’re not sure what it is that he sees. You’d like to know but you also think you’d be content living without that and just his opinion on everything else in the world. But still, you want to see with his eyes.His fingers stop running over your palm and you feel your cheeks heat up at the intensity of this, his eyes have softened and there’s something else there. Something you don’t quite know. Is it longing? You’re not sure. You feel a deep, soul-aching longing, he does as well and always has. You just haven’t arrived at the stop yet for that to be communicated with words. Now all there is just looks, longing looks from a man with the most beautiful big, brown eyes in the world. You could melt in them, swim in them, drown in them. All of the above and you’d never complain.

You don’t know who makes the first move first, it just feels natural, like gravity. Some kind of natural force that slowly pulls your lips together that you both know is right. His hand gently cups your cheek as you feel his lips. They’re slightly chapped but you don’t mind. The kiss is soft and delicate and you like it. You need it and so does he. Everything feels so natural right now. Perhaps this is something he saw in the palm of your hand. You don’t know what it is yet, but you’re certain that this mask-wearing monkey man is part of that future he just talked about.

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look at this 💀 what do u think about it? this person genuinely said the reason why sasuke's straight is bc of fake rumours made by little girls that happen with every popular kid at school 😭 she took it fr lmaooo

https://www.tumblr.com/kirinkarin/715752831201771520/dushman-e-jaan-yaoi-shippers-really-are-so?source=share

Lol, I have addressed her theories before. Read it here. It was a response to her response to my post.

She is just a nasty little homophobe, ignorant and real delusional to boot. Don't mind her too much, it would only give her more leverage. Just ignore her. She lies. A lot. To herself as well. And lies that can be caught so easily, a child can do it. Which is funny because, like the manga is right there for everyone to read. I can read it, she can too, so can everyone. We know what's been said and shown and how it's been said and shown, we know how to read. It's all there. And yet, she does selective reading and can't for the life of her, understand nuances that prove Sasuke and Naruto as gay lovers. She simply bypasses those because they don't serve her heteronormative purposes.

Basically like any other anti SNS female Sasuke stan who basically lusts after Sasuke, and conveniently ignores everything that indicates at Naruto and Sasuke's romantic relationship. She also has no idea about Japanese media, history, literature, sexual culture in Japan, or the process of writing a story. Everything that influences Kishi's storytelling. Facts are facts. One can't just unsee them, and if one is doing it anyway, well how can I take them seriously? Just an embarrassing, silly fangirl who cannot take constructive criticism, who can't be objective no matter what information she is given, and knowingly perpetuates dogma, bigotry and misinformation about sexuality and its portrayal in media, who also blocked me (as did all her cohorts) after I published my post about her. Even though I have never interacted with her blog. Or any other Sasuke stan for that matter. Lol. Maybe they just don't want me to see their content.

Just understand this, anyone who vehemently denies Sasuke and Naruto's romantic relationship or who makes it their life mission to prove Sasuke and Naruto as straight, is simply a homophobe. Bigots of the first order. They know it's romantic but their conditioning and prejudice stops them from being reflexive. Which they haven't been able to break, evidently. You can try to be reasonable but at the end of the day, they aren't here for logic or reason or the art of storytelling. They are here to write Sasuke het smut and self insert into any girl so they could have Sasuke fuck them in their imagination. The understanding that Sasuke is gay would not be conducive to their fapping. So they just bypass that altogether and spread misinformation and bigotry like they have done here.

[chai-hat-tea]

2022 Evaluation of my Fics

I was tagged by the nicest people @beardyboyzx and @thinlinez to answer a bunch of fic questions. Here goes nothing:

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 9

2. Word count posted for the year: 55,469

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Larry and Ziam

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Stranger Coffees

Bookmarks: Stranger Coffees

Comments: Up until now it was Stranger Coffees, but @thinlinez swooped in and changed it to I'm Weaker Without You

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

I like to think it's the latest fic I wrote (I'm Weaker Without You), but I genuinely can't choose. Maybe each story of mine has different reasons attached for my being proud of them. But yeah, even if they suck, I'm proud of all of my fics <3 but I admit I have a very soft spot for My Light and Fix You. They were the most thought-provoking or had the most character development of sorts and I love that.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Hahaha on a normal day, I can't bring myself to read any of my works because I hate what I've written and can see it could've been so much better than what I've done, so again, I can't choose (yes I'm a terrible decision maker).

8. Share or describe a favourite review you received:

@thinlinez literally made my year by commenting on every chapter of I'm Weaker Without You and letting me know what they think! I was so nervous about this fic because I wrote just over 30k words in a little over 3 weeks and my brain was so fried, I was worried people would find my story pretentious or "trying too hard". Each comment from them was a godsend. :')

And I received comments from @beardyboyzx and @cigsandchampagnethat helped me get better and have faith in my writing, especially when I was at my lowest.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I think writing in general has been really hard for me, especially fanfiction writing because 1) I've never done any story writing before this, and 2) I didn't think I could write any romance. But this month has been the hardest for me. To write 2 stories at the same time with life happening was just wild. I feel so drained out physically and mentally.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I think it would be the first smut scene I ever wrote. I didn't think I had it in me, but I managed to, even if it was really lame.

11. A favourite excerpt of your writing:

It's not a favourite per se, but I love the tenderness of it:

“Where are you lost,  jaan?” Hands wrap around Liam’s frame as he’s gently brought back to the present. He feels a soft kiss on his temple as he takes a deep breath in.

He turns back around to see Zayn smiling at him. He smilingly lifts his head up, Zayn leaning down to kiss him on the mouth.

“Nowhere, mon amour. Was thinking back to the times when I should’ve realised I’m not into girls.” Liam laughs.

Zayn makes a sound. “It’s okay, you were so young. You couldn’t have known, especially because you were around such homophobic people.”

Liam sighs. “I know it was bad, but honestly? I wouldn’t change anything about it. Because all of that led me to you, my dear husband. I would go through all of that and more, if it means I’m with you.” Zayn just kisses him.

Every first with Zayn has been one blissful moment after another. They’ve been through so much together, and he knows it only made them stronger, and more certain in their love for each other.

Zayn opened his studio and handed Liam his heart when he showed Liam his art for the first time. Liam hasn’t dropped it since.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I just grew haha!! I began writing, and that for me is the biggest growth. I know I have soooo much to learn in the world of writing, but I got over my fear to begin, and that in itself is a major growth for me :)

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I just want to keep writing and have faith that I'm doing well. I just want to improve and get better in any way I can, because writing has been my best outlet and escape.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Comments from @thinlinez, and my friends @beardyboyzxand @cigsandchampagne. Every author in this fandom is a godsend, and I aspire to be half as amazing as all of you.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

A bunch actually. The Mane Man was based on me going to a salon (minus all the romance of it) and Fix You is very very very personal.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

I'm a baby writer, I'm the last person to be able to give any advice!! But one thing I would say is - WRITE. Write everything you can think of, and read even more than that. Read every genre, every book that you can get your hands on, and talk to fellow writers. You'll learn SO MUCH.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: 

I have a few ideas in mind, but nothing really concrete. I am considering taking part in more fic fests, so that it motivates me to write plot driven fics instead of just one-shots.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I would tag...@twopoppies, @indiaalphawhiskey, @greenfeelings...gosh so many authors I can think of (God these people know I exist now...yikes!! I'm a big big big fan by the way <3)

EDIT - I’m going to be courageous because today seems to be a good day, and tag EVERY author I can remember. @taggiecb @lululawrence @justalarryblog @wabadabadaba @allwaswell16 @jaerie @sadaveniren @beelou @fallinglikethis @panye @phd-mama @hearyouhowling @neondiamond @kingsofeverything @cherrystreet @disgruntledkittenface @crinkle-eyed-boo @marchessa @jacaranda-bloom @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @jishlerfics @tommokat @zanniscaramouche @thedevilinmybrain @isthatyoularry @mizzwilde @londonfoginacup @mercurial-madhouse @wicked-archer @alivingfire @mediawhorefics and members of @writerscornercafe that I’m clearly forgetting and I’m forgetting many or I don’t know their tumblr urls so yeah

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