#sometimes a ship just imprint on you and you can't escape

[dual-domination]

Are you going to open the askbox for fic requests again?

My askbox is ALWAYS open for fic requests. A lot of my fics were Tumblr requests at first (including my first Guardian fic ever).

As long as the request is for fandoms I'm currently active in and doesn't contain any of my NOs (smut/abo/anything bdsm related - and a few other things), I'm always open to requests. Of course, the chances of me writing for characters/ships that I really love beforehand are higher, but any suggestions are welcome and sometimes it makes me think about something I wouldn't consider writing if it wasn't for a request ;D (Only restriction I would really say is about Derivatives. 1 - I don't know enough characters to write with them. 2 - I absolutely don't write pairing Luo Fei with anyone other than Luo Fusheng, keeping 2Luo together is more important to me than to keep actual Weilan together kjskjjkskjsjks)

Anyway, FIC REQUESTS ARE WELCOME

Thanks for the ask!

[jymwahuwu]

I was wondering. . What if scenario where darling finally escaped jing yuan by dying and jing yuan had felt all emotions at once anger, furry, sadness, despair, agony. He just cant move on from darling he waited and waited for her next reincarnation and. . Finally after so long of waiting she was finally here standing, breathing and alive

And his not so kind once he kidnapped darling once more and had locked her on his (their) shared bedroom then he just basically fucks darling to the hell and back after so long and he makes her cum and darling felt overstimulated and had kept crying to him to slow down and trying to push him away because who in the right mind would suddenly pull a strange onto some person's house then fucks them into oblivion?!

(Basically idk why im horny or maybe its because i have a period idk anymore-)

From Cloud anon!

thank you cloud anon<3 hesitant to write this…but i love the thirsty ending 🫣 for Jing Yuan, if his clingy and sweet side can't keep you… he doesn't mind getting rough…?

CW: yandere, angst, non-con, kidnapping, overstimulation, (mentioned) death in the past

(The relationship between the reader here and Jing Yuan’s past life is described in a rather vague way. Please DON’T send me requests and comments about angst and take revenge on yandere. I’m tired of receiving those 😭 Please read the rules.)

That's a really rare concept for long living species; life blooms in the spring and withers in the winter. Jing Yuan placed flowers on the coffin, and… still… worked and lived as usual, arranging Luofu's daily affairs at the seat of divine foresight. People whispered- they said, Look. The general is so ruthless. His only lover in centuries had withered like a flower, and he was unmoved.

Jing Yuan knows that he can still live as usual, but there is an empty gap in his heart, which often aches, but he still chooses to keep you in his heart instead of letting time pass by. No loss can cause Jing Yuan to stagnate, he just lives with wounds. He regretted not leaving more holographic records and replayed the few videos you had, over and over again. "mm- Jing Yuan-" Your lips parted slightly, a record of a time when you were so annoyed that you blocked the camera with your hands and giggled while eating ice cream. That was - that was when you liked him, right? The general sometimes wonders - are you tired of him pestering you like that? He apologized, apologized, apologized bitterly - but you wouldn't hear it again. In the end, he still couldn't keep you, you flowed away between his fingers like floating sand. What had hundreds of years left for him?

Reincarnation - Jing Yuan really found you, in another galaxy. In the dim light, you are standing on the street, laughing and chatting with your friends. A familiar frown and a sweet smile, and when talking about interesting topics, the clear and sweet laughter leaked out. Similar facial features, similar movements and expressions are the imprint of the same soul. Jing Yuan suppressed the urge to take you away immediately, knowing that he must first find out your identity in this life. He removes every possible obstacle and takes you away.

Locked up in a room, in the general's mansion. Since you didn't like being able to travel freely among the stars in your previous life.

To you, you who have no information, this is really the cage that abruptly descends. Be sent to the Xianzhou ship by the people of your planet. Your hands are locked with a bunch of locks made of solid space material, but they are wrapped in plush fabric as if to prevent your wrists from getting hurt. The burly man with long white hair, said to be a general named Jing Yuan, caresses your body desperately - desperately. Lots of sticky, dazzling kisses. His tongue dipped into your mouth to search. Tears…tears? This mysterious man doesn't shed tears when you look at him, it's like the tears have dried up. Your thighs and calves were tied together and spread apart, forcing you to expose your most private parts and squirt on his thick fingers for hours. Orgasm is no excuse to stop. After your struggles and twitches, those fingers didn't slow down at all. The cock is buried deep inside you without any suspense after the warm-up is completed. The tight walls contracted and the liquid spread outward.

You are confused - confused, orgasming in pleasure, wanting to push him away (but your hands are tied), asking who he is and why he treats you like this while still maintaining your senses, and all you get is silence. It was the silence of not wanting to repeat the old dreams. From behind, his entire crotch is pressed against your ass, and even your hands are pressed by him, rocking and pounding you back and forth, occasionally kissing your cheek in a daze. Face to face, staring into your eyes, the lower body is closely connected. On top, you were forced to ride him, swinging your waist. From the side, a strong arm lifts one of your legs and slowly inserts it. In front, sucking and servicing that cock for hours. Seed and fluid oozed from the connection. There are two trembling vibrators stuck to your nipples. What a mess.

After making up for some of the love he hadn't had in hundreds of years, the general felt more at ease. Jing Yuan's hands wrapped around your shoulders and waist. You wanted to hate him so much- hate him, but he read you bedtime stories and space. He prepares rich meals for you, toys to relieve your boredom, and kisses your forehead. He promises to take you out, but not now.

Not now.

[bruisedankle]

An image printed on a paper can imprint in your brain. [Image prompt] 

The cycle of life 

     Sometimes, there's you and me. While during others, the time space dimension is taken up by 'things'. Things which can't be defined. They have no name; no identity. You might want to relate to them, love them, but with caution. Why, you ask? Well, they show you a part of yourself you're scared of. A part which is away from the hold of your conscience. 

     A huge signboard read "There's always an escape if you allow yourself to find one." There are speculations that it was an advertisement or maybe just a push by one such Thing. On the very same day, the sky wasn't blue, or pink or purple during the daytime. Name all the eight hues, now stir and pour. Perhaps the rainbow had leaked. 

Tempting and alluring, many walked towards the single path which was laiden with the mixture of every flooring material that one can name of. Step on a marble, then on wood. Slip and slide and zoom. 

     "Abstraction and reasoning awaits" was written at the end of the path. There are some who get goosebumps by the slightest of arousal. They're scared. Pented up with internal exhaustion, afraid of an accidental flow of rants, screams and even stressful laughter. A child whose brother made them believe their comfort zones were haunted. A lover abandoned at the exact moment they wished to break free from the suffocating hold of memories which refused to leave. A parent who had suffered the loss of their child and prayed with a pure heart that no one ever experiences that heartache again. They were never weak; only scared. This group wants to go back, take a swift turn away from the hanging above and never come back again. Questions are making them hard to look beyond the sign board which hangs above, " What if I can't make sense of this? What if I lose everything that holds me together at this moment? " Then there are some who welcome new possibilities with such a wide door that even aspects which need to be steered clear away from, enter. A patient frustrated with their chronic disease wills to try every new treatment being offered no matter the risks. A friend who would socialise with anybody regardless of compatibility. They are not desperate; just in need of some comfort. The signboard above glows bright and they find it mirroring their hopes. 

      The ship has sailed. The people have crossed the first stop sign. That's the thing about stop signs, you're required to stop, but not forever. Once sufficient time has been taken and all angles have been calculated, you move. Clouds. Gas. Clouds or gas? One of them believes clouds are gases, so that is what they go with. The visibility is low. Everything is almost bleak. Yet they walk without stubbing their toes. A force (of wind?) nudges them along the right direction. The child feels comfort. The lover feels loved. The parent feels the touch of a child. The patient feels the pain evaporating . The friend finds compassion within themself. It's enough to act as a motivation to keep moving forward. 

     Peace hugs them and hope coddles them. It's unclear whether they float or fly or maybe simply walk. 

It's a land of wheels. This world is constantly moving. At times, you'll feel the rush of the adrenaline sparked by adventure and at times you'll feel nauseous. Mixes of experiences and emotions is the foundation of this land. The only guarantee here is, you rise above. At least once. And the count keeps increasing the longer you choose to stick around. When that happens, your experience might be very different from the rest. Like a draw of luck, so unpredictable, you'll never know if someone is going to be seated beside you. What is for certain is, the view will be spectacular. The waves of your brain will be calm. Like modern art and it's absurdity,  you might start analyzing the logic behind everything abstract that surrounds you. The rainbow might be more than a dispersion of colours. The sky might be something which grounds you. Ironies will make you believe more in your existence than straight facts ever could. 

    You'll rise and then you'll fall. It's the circle of life. Being surrounded by nearly opaque hues might not be a dead end, look within. They found their space, I hope you find yours too.