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cross stitched chopper on 14 count aida cloth with dmc threads. this ended up being 8439 stitches + the outlines!
for my first piece of fanart ever i am really really happy with how this turned out :]
screenshot of chopper i was.... re-cross stitching???? is below the cut
#one piece#tony tony chopper#op chopper#one piece fanart#op fanart#cait.art#<- omg new .cait tag goes crazy#never thought it would exist#cross stitch really is my true love and im so glad i finally got to make fanart with it#this originally was gonna be on a shirt for my bf for christmas#pattern ended up a bit big for that so now im giving it to him in a frame instead of on a shirt#but yeah i am really happy with how this turned out#i do know what id need to work on for any future projects should they happen#hopefully they do i have so much fun the past few days#anyways that was 5 days straight of only cross stitch my arms and wrists are fucking tired 😭
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You know the only people more fucking annoying to me than AI bros at this point are anti-AI fuckers.
~Just use picrew like god intended~
Actually! God intended for me to make art however I see fit as an expression of the divine instinct to creation, and your shit ass fucking paper dolls that don't even have amputees and fat people let alone complicated shit like fursonas?
DO NOT ALLOW ME TO CREATE.
#Automatic OP tag#Fuck you bitch ass morons I'm so fucking tdired of this behaviour#This isn't actually true btw the real most annoying people on earth are the ones who use Lebanon to be antisemitic#But let's keep it to a narrow focus shall we
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it boggles my mind that I still see reminder type posts about not consuming Harry Potter content, not because I expected everyone to agree to stop engaging but because I did sort of expect that the people engaging with hp in 2024 would at least have the decency to not grovel on the internet for random transgender bloggers to validate that they're still a good person and not transphobic for liking hp still. like these posts are not redundant they are FILLED with defensive responses and excuses for why actually its fine and its like not only can you not stop engaging with Harry Potter but you also want to be able to post about doing so non-stop and you never ever want to even see a transgender person point out that JKR is actively funding and directly influencing transphobic organizations and legislation. to the point that when someone does you are incapable of simply scrolling by because you need so badly to be reassured that this internet rando doesn't think you specifically are a bad person for doing the thing they said is bad. unreal main character syndrome. if you have committed to being an hp fan fine i am not a cop or your mom and I cannot make you do anything at all. but I am not, nor is any other trans person, going to give you 'permission' or absolve you of your own guilt for doing so. that is your problem to reconcile yourself and is not the job of random trans people. like jesus christ enough already
#good idea generator#this isnt exclusive to hp fans this is a pretty pervasive issue on this site#where someone will be like well i think x action is bad and harmful#and 10000 people will come out of the woodwork to be like well i do x action am i bad 🥺 am i a bad person 🥺#oh i have to do x action because of [extenuating circumstance obviously not intended by the op] you think im bad you think i should die???#like. ok you know when any big social movement is getting traction#you suddenly see 100 posts about how actually its okay to not do anything or say anything tumblr is escapism!!!#even though for the VAST majority of users. they are not expected to say or do anything by the ppl who follow them on tumblr#so really the purpose those posts serve is to justify legitmize and spread around the idea that you can do literally nothing ever#and still be a 'good person'. it is to assuage your own guilt#and it serves ZERO purpose other than to detract from ongoing conversations#bc if you were really serious about supporting something but being unable to help in xyz ways for various reasons#you would shut the fuck up!!!! and not post about not being able to do anything!!!#the same way that you shouldnt say that you cant donate to a fundraiser when you share it even if its true and reasonable#bc it makes other people who read that less likely to donate themselves even if they DO have the means#these tags are getting incoherent but hopefully my point gets across idk#i just feel in general we should stop begging internet strangers for absolution. youre not going to get it from there.
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Anyway [stretches] under a cut because it got Long as usual; tl;dr at the bottom
The thing abt c!Ranboo is his motivation and his actions don’t always align and that is bc of the eternal nature of c!Ranboo as living in a society and Balancing Priorities. He is always self-compromising in its relationships w/ others; more often than not when it agrees to do smth with someone it is doing it not bc it believes in the cause but because it has priorities it needs to mitigate. (Ranboo has not believed in any of the causes put forth by Someone Else in their life the closest they get is the Syndicate and even there it’s only reassured to bc it is reassured it can share opinions)
This starts off wayyyy early with it agreeing to help grief despite not really having a personal reason to do it, and with it collaborating w/ New L’Manberg even through things like the Butcher Army. It consistently does not want to be seen as In Opposition. It works with Tmmy and Techno in large part bc it doesn’t want to come off as opposed 2 them, and bc it has personal investment (+guilt) in Tmmy. Ranboo will literally act like this
- as self preservation
- out of a desire to help+spare the feelings of ppl it doesn’t trust to negotiate with
- especially later, so it can try to mitigate the parties it’s collaborating w/ -- if he’s involved in the effort, he has more traction 2 attempt to mitigate anything terrible it might do (even when most of the time he doesn’t manage to do this)
This is part of why he initially joined th Syndicate and this is why he worked with Wilbur over th course of the burger arc. Some combination of this is also why he works w/ Dream, smth that is frequently overlooked in Ranboo Analysis; Ranboo volitionally[1] collaborates w/ Dream despite, obviously, having a lot of Active Dislike for Dream and what he is doing, out of a combination of a) he would not want 2 frame himself as Opposed To Dream in any interaction w/ Dream, b) he is generally sympathetic and pitying, c) ideological agreement w/ some aspects of Dream’s goals, and d) desire to mitigate/stay close to Dream. Ranboo keeps his friends close and enemies closer 2 some degree
His relationship w/ Tbbo is not an exception to this it is part of the pattern. It’s just one that has much more present, personal, and consistent stakes. Ranboo complies w/ Tbbo the same way he complies w/ the Syndicate when he’s worried they’re threatening, the same way he complies w/ NLM, the same way he complies w/ Wilbur in the burger arc, th same way he complies with Tmmy early on, the same way he complies w/ Dream offscreen. This is a Known Tactic Ranboo pursues; their project is ultimately of survival and compassion and survival and compassion are both things they have to sacrifice to keep
Tbbo is a unique priority to Ranboo almost in the same way all of the aforementioned r slightly different, unique priorities; in Tubbo’s case, Ranboo is extremely invested in keeping Tbbo safe from others and from Tbbo’s own self with a particular fervor for a very long time. I’m not rehashing the entire beeduo meta here but Ranboo does have particular interest and a particular prioritization for Tbbo for a long ass time; arguably post-NLM and thru burger arc, Tbbo is its first priority bc Ranboo loves him and has convinced itself it’s the only one who can fix him and has also mostly-correctly observed that no one has really been looking out for him. Tubbo is an urgent target in Ranboo’s projects of compassion and of survival both
When those stakes r released, tho, in the burger van conversation (the “you weren’t happy before?”) Ranboo no longer has Tbbo at the same priority level irt the project of survival especially, and, despite how guilty and upset it makes them, prioritizes their 5D chess game with Wilbur instead (ironically sacrificing a solid chunk of its project of survival). Its motives @ the end of Ho16 r commonly cited as being abt Tbbo but that’s not entirely what he says and if it was Ranboo HAS the kind of analytical presence of mind to know that it Killing Himself doesn’t help Tbbo as much as it deals with Wilbur
Ho16 is abt Ranboo winning aforesaid 5D chess game; Tbbo is only part of the stakes 4 that and Mitigating Tbbo is no longer Ranboo’s top priority w/ that. Ranboo’s final monologue is more than anything reminiscent of his earlier arguments about sides and collateral. It’s part of the larger project of compassion, and it’s about the distorted version thereof tht comes with Ranboo getting stuck in its head and its machinations, too; like Tbbo is important to Ranboo and the carelessness abt Tbbo is something unacceptable but to claim Ranboo’s motivations revolve around Tubbo specifically is reductive of his other relationships and actual larger ideological motivations
I have a problem w/ framings of this as positive/romantic devotion that amkes Ranboo better or as devotion at all bc repeatedly it is shown it makes him Worse, and is in fact the opposite of devotion it's disingenuous by nature. Ranboo is lying. This is so essential to all of this when Ranboo acts like he is in step with you specifically he is lying you are never guaranteed to be the priority. This is him at his worst, th project of compassion at its most compromised, and it’s a state that they explicitly don’t like. Ranboo does not like compromising itself and when they do that they Get Hurt (NLM and outpost arc having the most confabulation we’ve seen in Ranboo in general, Ranboo hating himself for this, Ranboo complying w/ shit like the experiments, Ranboo in all these environments where he is playing this being Constantly Markedly Afraid)
Even throughout the time period where Tbbo is technically priority #1 Tbbo is still . Priority Number One as opposed to like a genuine devotion. Tbbo having a handle on Ranboo in this way is not devotion it is fear and it is again not a mechanism tht Ranboo Only engages for Tbbo it’s just a mechanism, that again IS BAD FOR RANBOO BOTH IRT MENTAL HEALTH AND MORALITY, that has thru circumstance become one tht Tbbo is best at unintentionally activating. Ranboo Does This When You Are His Project. And When He Had A New Project Aside From His Husband That’s What He Did To Him
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Ranboo does comply with Tubbo in various activities tht he doesn’t believe in but this isn’t ? Unique to Tbbo this is just Ranboo’s general socialmeta+ what allows it to move in the world the way it does
Ranboo cares about Tubbo deeply and this is relevant to his motivations but that’s only one part of his larger motivations
It’s also honestly not great to frame this complianceas romantic or good bc it’s actively smth that Makes Them Worse in multiple senses
It takes out a ton of Ranboo’s decision making and the negative effects thereof
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[1] No, one dumb as fuck line from Dream Of All People in that lame ass excuse for a finale does not negate All The Things In CRanboo’s Story including working w Dream being part of this consistent pattern, Ranboo’s story being abt agency responsibility and decision in such a way tht it is completely undercut by mind ctrl plots, Ranboo’s ideological agreement w Dream on some matters, the alliumduo parallels, and everything we do know abt the enderwalk as a concept and Ranboo how he acts in and out of it
#OKAY HANG ON I wanna edit this again. Read the first draft if u want but I wanna do a once over I decided immediately after posting#I didn't like the tone#NEVER MIND UPDATE 2/19 IAT NIGT EDITED IT AGAIN#OK EDITED ENOUGH anyway#pretend the crosslink to the beeduo meta is red like in an essie pea article.#Anyway yes this is themeta that I tried to edit to not be too much of a direct vague . But thank u to OP in spirit anyway bc I would not#have had the soup 2 write this if I didn't see the post#But yeag. Frankly I think it's disrespectful 2 c!Ranboo's arc 2 claim it revolves around c!Tubbo or that it should#It's heavily affected by Tbbo bc Ranboo Cares Him Saur Much for much of the arc#but to claim tht Ranboo's socialmeta in general is smth that is just for Tbbo and to frame it as like Ranboo doesn't actually believe in his#ideological beliefs they just love one guy#is reductive and very like . Your One True Love Is The Most Important Thing#it fucks w/ their political agency a Lot I think.#people not sides gets discredited so fucking much#Like the personal is political u can't understand cRanb w/o understanding that#I like how I'm not actually tagging thsi I'm just ranting in the tags and not censoring tag names
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If Percy Jackson were a youtuber/streamer,he'd be New York's version of Jerma
#so true op let's fuck#percy jackson#perseo jackson#transfem percy jackson#bigender percy jackson#black percy#latino percy#autistic percy jackson#punk!percy#team parent percy jackson#< tags are not relevant to jerma before anybody asks#jerma#jerma985#jermaposting#pjo#hoo#tods#the anomalies#dead seapunk siblings#gods falls#💌#summerposting
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Person in the notes of my AB sideblog just now you're the only one on this gay earth who gets me. Brothers in arms 🤝
#SO FUCKING TRUE FOR REALLLLLLL#antonnnnnn anton I love youuuu aaoughg.......#sorry tags op if you see this. I'm not calling you out I literally run a selfship blog about him. lol.#roz posts#♡: 🔨🎰🥃
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GRAVEL CRUNCHES LOUDLY beneath the ball of her foot as she plants it firmly on the earth, a slate outcropping at the edge of a forest. her gait is light and spry, such a contrary bearing to her seemingly normal posture -- straight-backed, rigid, elegant in a statuesque way, yet painful. but without the prying eyes of strangers, seraphina is as fluid as water. she casts her arms slowly outward as though beginning a dance, and lets her fingers arch as the earth’s true heartbeat weaves through each and every muscle fiber.
the loose gravel around her begins to tremble, and for a moment it seems the woman is standing front and center for a coming avalanche until her hands slowly begin to close. those pieces of rock suspend themselves in this bent gravity, and they stay there twitching in midair for one long moment before seraphina snatches her hands into sudden fists. and with this same sharp movement, a literal earth-shattering crack punches through the air, and it’s a force so deep that it practically takes the air from her lungs.
the only reason her grin doesn’t seem to reach her eyes is because they are wide with exhilaration. proverbial paintbrushes in hand, her entire body lurches with the force of her casting, and what had once been a prairie stretching out before her now upends itself with what can only be described as a mountain range being birthed into form.
perhaps if she were shaping some complex wooded canopy, her body would rise from the ground. but mountains are the spine of the earth. her feet remain firmly planted on this outcropping, her spirit tethered to the bedrock that is the earth’s foundation for all things beautiful. the stone beneath her is grey. but add some iron...and these mountains will be red. each sunrise and each sunset set the sky ablaze with their richness, and as her vision comes to rocky form, she laughs, wondering what people will call this range...!
she continues her broad brushstrokes of earth and soil, indulging in her freedom that is no longer new but no less valued -- in fact, it is the very reason she keeps herself away from what could be her peers, for she cannot abide any threat to this freedom, not when her body still bears the marks of prison. let them think her a recluse. a mad scientist. a monster. all the better to keep what’s left of her true spirit intact. her body moves in slow, graceful curves and in sharp, jagged angles both, to weave water into existence, to carve secret grottos, to draw trees into the sky, to build homes for new creatures to take root!
tears gather freely within her iridescent gaze, and thus rain begins to drape its cool grey cloak across the landscape, christening it into being. and with each heaving of her chest, gale force winds push through the cracks of newly broken rock, creating a howling scream that might as well be coming from the woman herself. it is in this new weather pattern, this new ecosystem, that seraphina falls to her knees. trembling not with weakness, but with euphoria, she digs her fingers into fresh soil.
the artist beholds her canvas. the mother beholds her creation. and she sighs.
#`` me; always talking about how mean and nasty and terrible sera is#`` WHICH IS TRUE.#`` but when she's alone ... there are a lot of moments like these where she's just !!#`` vibing !!! with creation !! bc it's what she was born to do !!!! to CREATE and to LOVE !!!!!#`` she just never feels safe enough to like ... let people see.#`` especially in the case of humans literally not giving a singular FUCK.#`` but this goes for other verses as well !!! she is still born to Love and to Create !!!#`` and is also op af so she's. literally capable of all this.#`` which is why i am .. not about to tag all my verses lmfao lskdfj#|| ⚘ FOR NOW IT IS MY TURN TO HOLD THE PEN. ( headcanon )#( DRABBLE. )
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Listen ok I know the whole cake island arc is, among other things, about surveillance and being watched, being judged; love that is conditional on being useful and appearing perfect; and the intersection of those, where toxic "love" will spurn you the second you allow yourself to visually appear aberrant and you are always watched and under threat to your life if you're seen being or doing something they don't want you to be or do, whereas real love will delight in your aberration since it's part of you and they love you entirely and unconditionally; and how toxic "family" sees this real love as weak but the reality is that people who have love used against them as a threat and a manipulating puppet string are so so likely to defect if they're shown real love or lie to save themselves and thus you're left with crucial gaps in information. I KNOW that is the point. And it's so beautifully crafted and lovely and there's all this in there about starvation for food and for attention and for love, about pretending you don't know what you're doing when you're hurting someone and are out of your mind and can't even remember doing it (CLASSIC parental abuser shit t m ! ).
However ,
Every time I'm just starting to get a really good hate on someone from big moms family and they have their big monster reveal of having some unusual visual appearence. My brain flatlines and all thoughts are replaced with. Ah. My monster slut wife.......
Oh fuck I'm literally being sanji rn post fucking cancelled
#i have never had so much trouble hating villains before. partly ofc because im an alcoholic and can relate to#being abused as a kid and becoming horrible because of it and having to work really fucking hard to overcome it and#be a good person who can love in a genuine and true way#...#but also bc.#monster is sexy#yknow??#like....wyd w them monster teeth boy. is it biting. please let it be biting#gaze into my eyes and ill gaze into all 3 of yours *sighs dreamily#op tag#meta tag
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" I might be white but at least I'm not French"
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For the record, I wrote the below while anxiously waiting for the results on election night, after having spent the previous night in the ER, feeling generally like shit and my brain only partially-functioning (hence the wording "very nice and cute" because I literally could not think of words for what I actually meant). I intentionally didn't tag it because I forgot that not tagging things no longer keeps them from showing up in search results (despite that being true for years now; again, brain not functioning). So dunk all me all you want because yes it was a dumb shitpost but please keep your "fuck off OP" takes to yourself.
I think it’s very nice and cute that Lynda Carter has a tumblr now, but… I don’t think she’s gonna last. She’s awesome, a great follow on Twitter, but not built for this platform. Ryan Reynolds might have what it takes.
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Would you ever consider a part 2 to the professor!yunho imagine? One where they’re hiding their relationship but maybe they almost get caught one day?
opticks
in which: you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day
pair: professor!yunho/afab!reader
word count: 4k
content: smut, teacher x student relationship (college level, so it's completely legal mind you), safe sex, professor kink?, choking, oral sex, bedroom sex, office sex, completely consensual!
author's note: anon, i originally was not going to do a part two since i wanted to make this a prof series w some of the other members but 1. prof yunho is hot as fuck and 2. my roommate and i were talking the student that ross dated in friends, so fuck it let's do this let's bring those forum girls back... also like tysm for waiting like if you forgot you asked this or assumed i deleted it i hope that reading this makes up for the wait/sadness (':
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professor!series: yunho pt. 1, yunho pt. 2, san pt. 1, san pt. 2, yeosang, seonghwa
post:
i would absolutely love if prof jeong sat me on his lap in his office and bounced me on his dick.
replies:
1: oh yes and then he sweeps all of his stuff off his desk and fucks me into the table
→ 2: girly you are unhinged
3: imagine if he stuck his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you on his chair
→ op: that'd be fucking amazing
4. i'd rub myself against his thighs first ngl have you seen how muscular they are?
→ 1: fuck you're so right
→ op: rubbing myself on him until my panties are soaking wet is definitely something to think about...
→ 2: do y'all have wet dreams about prof jeong bc jesus
→ 4: as if you've never had any
→ 2: ...you're right okay moving on
2: guys but like... why do i feel like prof is in a relationship
→ 1: has he said anything???
→ 2: no but like... the vibes are there
→ 1: IJBOL girl stfu what fucking vibes
→ 3: don't go breaking my heart
→ op: there's no way he is
→ 4: why do you say that?
→ op: have you seen his work sched??
→ op: even getting office hours w him is impossible
“Are you sure you’re not posting anything on the forum?” Yunho asked you. “Because, darling, if there’s anything you want me to do, you can just tell me to my face.”
You found yourself in Yunho’s office sitting on his thigh— you didn’t know how it came to be, but one second you were discussing a test with him, and the next you were actualizing what the girls in the forum were posting about. You clung to Yunho’s shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his clothed thigh, your panties getting wetter by the second. You glared at him slightly as you replied with a trembling voice, “Baby, I promise. None of those posts are mine. I’m only checking the forum because of you asked me to.”
“So you don’t have any perverted fantasies you want to fulfill with me?” there was a hint of a chuckle in his voice.
“You’re—” you sharply inhaled when you felt your clit brush against his thigh just right. “You’re the perverted one here, Yunho.”
“True, but,” Yunho dropped his voice as he gripped your waist tightly and pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke. “You have to be a little perverted, too, for you to agree to this.”
You wanted to retort, but Yunho pushed his thigh up the slightest bit and planted wet kisses on your neck, making you let out a breathy moan. His fingers slipped under your shirt and massaged your breasts over your bra before he said softly, “Get up and strip for me, darling.”
He left you with a sweet kiss before helping you stand on your trembling legs. You shed your clothes while Yunho unbuckled his belt and slid his own pants down before swiftly rolling a condom on. You were left in only your panties when Yunho reached out for you. You pushed your panties to the side and positioned his twitching cock at your entrance. You sighed blissfully as you felt his dick stretch you out and fill you up.
“The forum said that I should bounce you on my dick,” he whispered teasingly in your ear. “Do you want me to do that?”
“Yunho,” you moaned. “Fuck me however you want. I just need you to fuck me.”
“Anything you want, darling.”
With that, Yunho cupped his hands over your ass and started moving you up and down. You gripped his shoulders tightly and let out a slight whine as you buried your face in his neck and did your damn best to suppress your moans. You felt like he got bigger every time he pushed your waist down onto his lap, and you let out a loud moan when he jerked his hips upwards, your ass stinging with the impact.
Before you could let out another moan, you felt Yunho run his fingers through your hair and pull your head out of his neck. He gripped the roots of your hair tightly as he left a powerful kiss on your lips, your lower lip tingling as he sucked hard, electricity zapping through your nerves as he dove his tongue deep into your mouth. Passionate exhales left your lung between each kiss, and you felt Yunho smirk slightly against your lips. He pulled his head away and quickly replaced his invasive tongue with his slender fingers.
“Not so loud.”
“I ca—”
“If you stay quiet right now, I’ll take you home and fuck you tonight as well,” he offered an incentive with a low, dangerous tone.
Gulping, you nodded and proceeded to focus sucking on his fingers as his hips slammed up even harder. You squeezed your eyes shut and clung to him, your fingers raking through his hair and latching on when you felt his fingers go even further into your mouth.
“Fuck, I need more than this,” you heard the man hiss in your ear, nearly making you cum— you always got even more turned on when you heard the professor use profanities.
He quickly withdrew his fingers from your mouth and lifted you as he stood up. With one hand under your ass to support you, he used the other to sweep everything off his desk and lay you down flat. He went from his hands to his elbows as he pinned you down and fucked you so hard that the desk started creaking. You were worried that the desk would collapse under your weight, but that worry immediately vanished when Yunho’s fat cock brushed against your G-spot and hit your cervix. You bit your lower lip and did your best to muffle your cry of pleasure as you came, your entire body shaking.
“Oh fuck!” Yunho bit out.
You blinked tears from your eyes as you looked at him. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were dark. He yanked you towards him quickly, his waist slamming against yours once last time as a low, deep moan left his throat, his cum filling up the condom. He breathed heavily as he stayed inside you, his body hunching over yours, his head dropped. You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, a soft smile appearing on his face and, subsequently, yours.
“Was that everything on the thread?” he asked you teasingly.
“You’re such a perv, Yunho.”
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so i stopped by prof jeong’s office during his office hours the other day but i wasn’t able to meet w him… his door was locked and i figured i’d come back later bc he prob had another student w him, but i lingered for a little in case his meeting ended and i swear i heard a girl moan his name and then there were also… other noises.
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1: no fucking way.
→ op: i’m serious
→ 3: what did the other noises sound like??
→ op: like mac and cheese
→ 3: THAT’S WHAT GOOD PUSSY SOUNDS LIKE HELP
→ 1: WHAT THE FUCK???????
→ op: https://youtu.be/JBaHxFgmRdE
2: are you sure you weren’t just having a wet dream op? bc i seriously doubt it
→ op: no dude i swear this is real
→ 2: did you see who it was then?
→ op: i tried waiting, but then i got a call and had to leave
→ 2: sure, yeah, "a call" stop lying
3: see guys i’m telling you professor jeong is in a relationship
→ 4: you should ask him then
→ 1: stop! no! prof is definitely not!
4: guys imma ask him if he is after his class this week. i’ll post and lyk what he says
→ 3: gl friend
“Baby, look at this…” you said cautiously as you held your phone out for him to see.
You were sitting in his kitchen scrolling through the forum as he cooked dinner for the two of you— well, you already finished dinner, so he was doing the dishes while you sat and waited for him to finish up.
Yunho leaned over the counter to get a better look at your phone screen. He stifled a chuckle, a puff of air slipping out as he leaned back and continued washing the dishes.
“It’s not funny!” you exclaimed— you were seconds away from having a full blown panic attack. “What if we get caught?! Getting expelled is one thing, but these girls are going to actually assassinate me if they find out! I don’t want them coming for my head!”
With a small sigh, Yunho turned off the faucet and wiped his hands dry before walking around the countertop and sitting on a chair next to you. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your temple lightly.
“Don’t stress out about it. If you worry too much, then you’re more likely to get caught. Besides, they only seem to be interested in whether or not I’m in a relationship, so if I say that I’m not, then you’ll be safe,” Yunho said in a calming voice.
Your heart hurt slightly— you weren’t one to ask the “What are we?” question, but you did want to know how Yunho felt about you. Sure, he loved you and you loved him, but you hadn’t established any labels yet. You lowered your head and nodded, your eyes gazing at your lap.
You kept your head down as you felt Yunho slip your phone out of your grasp and set it aside. He then pulled you into his chest and hugged you while nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You felt him exhale, the warm air hitting your exposed collarbones, sending shivers down your spine. You hugged him back and sighed as you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his skin and strength of his hold calming you down.
It was when Yunho licked your neck then planted wet kisses on your neck did your mind completely clear. All you could focus on was clinging to him as he lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down gently, his lips moving from your neck to your jaw to your lips.
“Darling,” Yunho whispered breathlessly in between kisses. “We don’t have to have sex tonight if you don’t want to—”
“No, I do. Please, baby. Have your way with me,” you whined. “Fuck me until I’m screaming and crying.”
“Okay. Strip and lay down flat,” Yunho instructed as he sat up.
“Yes, professor.”
You watched Yunho visibly shiver as he got off the bed. He looked you dead in the eye, a dangerous glint in his eye. “So that’s how you want to play it today, huh?”
“Yes, professor,” you replied teasingly while holding his gaze, a playful smirk crossing your face.
Yunho nodded. He pointed at your clothes and gestured, re-instructing you to strip. Doing as he said, you took off all your clothes and laid flat on the bed. The position was definitely awkward, and you felt yourself get slightly embarrassed just laying there stark naked, but when you paid attention to Yunho’s movements, the embarrassment faded. You watched him absentmindedly pump his cock until it was rock hard and standing erect. He rolled the condom on while letting out a light exhale. You chewed on your lower lip as you stared him down while he approached the bed.
“Don’t bite your lip like that, darling,” Yunho whispered before kissing you. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep your lip tucked in like that.”
“Promise?”
Yunho had to stifle a giggle. He shook his head and regained his composure— truth be told, he didn’t like to be called professor, but when you called him professor in bed, it made him all sorts of horny. He wanted to go further with this kink tonight.
“Y/N, you’re a bad student, aren’t you?” Yunho asked as he knelt, his knees on either side of your waist.
“Yes, professor. I’ve been a very bad student,” you whispered and nodded. “Very bad.”
“You came during my office hours to seduce me, didn’t you?”
He trailed his finger from the center of your neck down your chest, his nail tracing under your boob. You shivered and pressed your lips together in a tight line, doing your best to not bite your lip. You gasped and let out a shuddering exhale when you felt his large hand rest over your ribs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin.
“No, I wanted to go over my results for the last test because I didn’t do that well,” you murmured— it honestly was the truth because you did go to discuss test results and ended up fucking him in his office all because he asked you about the forum.
“You know the concepts that you were being tested on, Y/N. Did you intentionally fail as an excuse to be alone with me in my office?”
“No—”
“Or are you trying to fail so you can be in my class again next semester?”
“I— Oh, fuck!”
Yunho didn’t give you the chance to respond. Without warning, he shoved his cock into your wet pussy quickly and harshly, his cock filling you up. You moaned loudly and tried to move your legs, but he had a firm hold on your thighs, making you keep your legs flat on the bed. You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into the skin on his forearms as he moved without remorse, his cock sliding in and out of you at a fast rate that you were not anticipating.
When Yunho changed his angle slightly, you felt the length of his cock rub repeatedly against your clit, making you tremble all over. You attempted to reach down and rub your clit as well, your orgasm nearing, but before you could even graze down there with the pads of your fingers, Yunho grabbed your hand. He lowered his upper body and forced your hand to rest on his shoulder. You ended up clawing Yunho’s back when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat and press lightly, a gasp and whine leaving your lips.
“You want me to punish you, don’t you?” Yunho said in between grunts as his hips rammed his cock deep inside you. “That’s why you let yourself be heard. That’s why you let someone overhear us, right?”
“N-no, that’s not— Ah!” you cried when his hold on your neck got the slightest bit tighter.
“This act needs to be punished, you know that, right?” Yunho brought his lips to your ear, his voice deep and dark.
“Ye-es, Professor Jeong.”
“Good girl,” Yunho said sweetly, making your body flush with heat. He let go of your neck and pulled out before saying, “Hands and elbows. Now.”
Breathing deeply, you struggled to do ask he asked now that your blood was rushing back to your head. Yet, you managed flip yourself over as he ordered. Without so much as a warning, Yunho grabbed your ass with a tight grip and shoved into you once again, his strong hands pulling you back towards him while he thrust forward.
Yunho’s gyrations sped up when he bent over you, his chest pressing against your shoulders. His arms snaked around your body, and his fingers sought out your nipples. He pinched them tightly and twisted them while pulling down, earning a loud cry of pain mixed with pleasure. You only got louder when his entire hand gripped and massaged your breasts roughly.
“Yu-yunho— Fuck!”
You weren’t expecting the man to slap your ass. Yunho had moved back up and slapped your ass a second time before biting out, “It’s Professor Jeong to you.”
“P-professor, I’m gonna cum!”
Your voice shrilled as you began to see spots. Yunho pushed himself so far into you, his cock brushing against your cervix as his waist pressed right into your ass. You felt the wave of pleasure take over you and flung your head back, unable to bear the restriction of your orgasm. Yunho pulled out suddenly, and you squirted all over the bed, your entire body trembling.
Seeing your ass and thighs jiggle as you came uncontrollably was too much for Yunho. He barely let you finish properly before he shoved two of his fingers into you roughly, his curled fingers slipping in and out of you. He hit your G-spot several times, and you squirted again, this time all over his hand. However, that wasn’t enough for the man.
You were practically sobbing when you felt Yunho pull you up and over so that you were sitting in between his legs, his hot, throbbing cock pressing into your back. One hand on your breast, the other slithered in between your legs, his fingers re-entering you. He bit your shoulder and handled you with such force and strength that your brain completely melted. You came yet again when left the sloppiest kiss on your neck. You for sure thought that he was going to give you a second after that, but you were sorely mistaken.
Before you realized it, Yunho had you so that you were on your back again. He spread your thighs and pushed his face in between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit.
“P-professor, wait, slow down!” you cried as your fingers found their way to his hair.
You gripped and pulled the roots of his hair, trying your best to move the man away from your cunt. But, Yunho was an immovable force. No matter how much you cried and beg and pleaded, he remained right where he was, his tongue deep inside and violating you without remorse.
Right as you were nearing your nth climax of the night, you squeezed your thighs together, prompting Yunho to remove himself from your pussy. He rubbed two of his fingers against your clit quickly until you felt like your clit was going to catch on fire, and you came again. Your entire body convulsed, your grip on him gone as you ran your fingers through your own hair trying to cling to whatever remaining sanity you had left.
Tears blurred your vision as you cracked your eyes open to see Yunho preparing himself at your entrance.
“Wait!” you breathed out. “Give me a second! Please.”
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I listened to you, darling,” Yunho stated as he kissed your tears away. “But, I’ll slow down if you really need me to.”
Yunho left sweet kisses on your lips, his eager cock twitching as it yearned to be inside you. However, he waited until you were ready for him. The two of you continued to make out, your hips unconsciously rolling into the sheets. Yunho felt you writhe below him, and without breaking your chain of kisses, he swiftly entered you again, but he kept the slow pace up.
You were the one to break away first. You moved your head to the side and guided Yunho’s head into your neck, silently requesting him to kiss your neck as he fucked you senseless again. Yunho did as you asked, and he left sloppy pink marks along your neck as he bucked his hips against yours. He had one hand hold your head while the other one guided your thigh upwards, your knee pressing in your breast as his thrusts got jerkier and harder.
Yunho was close. He pushed himself up and grabbed both of your legs, your legs resting his shoulders as he sat upright and rut himself into you at a fast, steady pace over and over again, your entire body shifting with every thrust. You nearly bit your lower lip, only to remember Yunho’s words from earlier that night, so you bit down on your knuckle as the man sped up.
“Shit, I’m cumming!” Yunho groaned, his cock still gliding in and out of you as it spasmed.
You felt him twitch several times inside you, his chest heaving as groans left his system. His hold on your legs weakened, allowing you to lower your legs and fully melt into the bed. You remained in said puddle even when Yunho got off the bed, threw out the condom, went to the kitchen, and returned with water. He helped you up and sat next to you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. You sipped at the water and snuggled into his embrace further.
“How are you feeling?” Yunho asked gently as he brushed stray hairs away from your face.
“Fulfilled,” was the best word you could come up with to accurately describe your physical state.
“Good.”
You detected slight disappointment in his voice. You sat away from him to get a good look at his face as you asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Yunho smiled and shook his head.
“You don’t sound like nothing’s wrong. What is it?”
“…Are you sure you’re okay with us doing this? I don’t want you to feel scared to be with me,” Yunho whispered.
“As long as I’m with you, I’m not scared of anything,” you shook your head. “I love you, Yunho.”
A genuine smile crossed his face. “I love you, too,” he whispered happily as he hugged you closer to him, his hand running over your waist as he left a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love you so much, Y/N.”
Take the glass of water out of your hands, he set it aside before lacing his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. He rubbed calming circles into your hand, his head resting gently on top of yours as he continued, “I’ll always be here for you, so don’t let those forum girls scare you, okay? We won’t get caught. I promise.”
“Alright, class dismissed!”
You watched Yunho from your seat in the classroom as you packed up and noticed a gaggle of girls heading right towards him. You watched the scene unfold as you continued to pack up your materials, the shrills of the girls’ voices reaching your ears.
“Professor Jeong!” the way the girls spoke to him made you want to tear your ears out, but you continued to listen anyway. “Are you seeing anyone?”
You choked on your own spit. You watched with wide eyes as Yunho calmly responded, his face unflinching as he answered their inquiry.
“That’s awfully direct,” Yunho said with a light chuckle.
“We just wanna know because we all keep arguing about it, that’s all,” another girl explained.
“I see… But, that is a very personal question, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to answer it. Maybe ask me questions about class?”
“Okay, then, when you teach, do you think about someone?”
“I’m not answering that either.”
“Please?!”
You quickly made your way down the lecture hall steps as the girls inched closer towards the man you loved, nearly cornering him.
“Professor, I have a question about the upcoming test,” you said as soon as you reached the podium.
“See,” Yunho pointed at you. “That’s a question I can answer. What is it?”
“I was wondering about these equations…”
You absentmindedly spoke as you watched the girls slink away, their heads bowed in defeat as they left the lecture hall, leaving you and Yunho in there alone.
“Thank you for that,” Yunho said with a sigh— apparently those questions the girls bombarded him with did a number on him.
“Okay, but now I wanna know,” you said quietly.
“Know what?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
Yunho furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, only for him to understand what you were implicitly asking.
“Of course I am,” he answered with a grin. “I’m seeing you, darling.”
“So would you say that we’re dating? We’re in a relationship?”
“Yes, Y/N, I would say that. You are my girlfriend.”
Your heart fluttered with happiness and relief. You let out a content sigh as you replied, “Then you’re my boyfriend, professor.”
“Don’t you dare, darling, or I’ll have to fuck you right here in the lecture hall.”
“Promise?”
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FWB!Ghost x GN Reader x pastHookup!Konig
Tags: Hookup,semi public sex, regret, angst, yelling, ginger konig, konig doesn't wear his mask constantly like ghost (Only on the field), vulnerability , crying, arguments,no beta we die like men
Part: 1 - 2
A/n: I finally finished this on two days of no sleep and a missing beta reader. Hope guys enjoy the tad bit of spice at the beginning and as needed 18+.
Seeing the head of ginger hair standing out not only cause of its color but because it belonged to the tallest person in the room, filled your stomach with stones.
The memory of the familiar face shot through your mind like a bolt of lighting igniting your nerves as you tensed next to your teammates.
You were all shipped up and sent to a warehouse a couple of weeks after finding out you’d be working with kortac.
Having arrived days before they had you were granted time to stop for a drink with johnny and kyle. Price didnt join claiming he wanted to be prepared and if price isn't coming neither did ghost much to your benefit.
Maybe if he had come you would be piss drunk with the team probably getting dragged back to the warehouse by the man himself, instead you were barely tipsy with your cheek pressed into the leather seating of a stranger's car.
His broad chest rubbing against your back with each harsh thrust, the car surely visibly shaking on the outside.
You dont even have to guess how fucked you would be if he remembered you and decided to ope his mouth.
You cross your arms over your chest and lean against one of the metal support beams that the building had an abundance of.
Despite your wishful thinking the red headed man's eyes fell on you and you knew he knew.
You were quick to notice the slight quirk in his lip before going stoned face once more.
He introduced himself as “konig” before introducing the rest of his team, his eyes occasionally flicking over to you.
“Fuck sake, this guys huge.” Kyle whispered to you coming around to your side.
Kyle had no idea how true his words were, the phantom feeling of being filled by Konig's thick cock.
You nod in acknowledgement to what Kyle says letting out a sigh, “Laswell described him as a battering ram, yeah” you say.
You don't fail to notice the way Konig eyes you up every chance he gets like he had done in the bar nights prior. When you saw him in the bar he was far more blatant with his staring, his interest apparent as he shifted his stance debating on whether to approach you or not.
Rubbing the sweat built from nervousness off his palms and onto the tight cargo pants he wore he finally came over when the boys were getting another round of drinks to approach you.
The conversation between you two was short as you both seemed to have the same goal in mind: get laid.
After Simon you hadn't slept with anyone else but it was a welcomed gift to feel wanted again.
Konig was definitely someone you found attractive, you wouldn't have had breathy moans pulled from your throat in the back of his car if he wasn't.
But he wasn't simon.
A small piece of you felt guilty while the rest was saying fuck it, ghost ditched you not the other way around.
You mentally return to the conversation when you hear your name being said, you realize price is introducing the team and you give a small acknowledgement, your fingers twitching at your hip.
“Oh, I’m familiar.” König responds to your introduction with quick ease causing your teammates eyes to fall on you. Johnny gave you a knowing look of mischief, his bright blues having seen you with the man before you disappeared from the group.
“Just a brief meeting in a bar, unfortunately I did not stay long enough to meet the rest of you.” He clarifies noticing your subtle glare.
The encounter was anything but brief, you thought to yourself as the conversation was then drawn off of you.
It’s wasn’t until later that you bumped into the behemoth of a man.
“You were so vocal a few nights ago now you walk around quiet as a mouse.” He comments a smirk playing on his uncovered lips.
“You pester all your random hookups?” You retort your lips stretching into a thin line as you looked up at him.
“Just the ones I have to work with, mein Freundin.“ he chuckles ignoring your unamused expression.
“Well if that’s all I’ll be going.” You sigh not wanting to get involved any further.
But as you pass his hand grips your wrist and suddenly your back in front of him with his other hand at your chin.
He forces your head to the side and a smirk comes to his lips as he looks at the newly exposed skin .
“So schön, sie sind wie eine Blume .” And then he’s gone and already halfway down the hallway by the time you gather yourself.
Ghost walking down the opposite side of the hallway having seen the interaction from a distance. His eyes arrow on you and then the retreating redhead.
You let out a huff of frustration when you see him and reluctantly start walking in his direction.
“You two seem close, got anything you want to share?” He questioned you his tone accusatory. After weeks of barely speaking to you he breaks the silence to ask about a personal situation.
“It doesn’t concern you lieutenant.” Your quick to respond but he doesn’t want to take that answer.
“It’s concerns me when it’s involves an enemy and You.” He grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why do I concern you Ghost? I’m just someone you used to use so fuck off cause I already know what your thinking.” The words come out harsher and more bitter than what you intended. Your frustration and resentment to the man you wish you didn’t love coming out almost full force.
Ghost stiffened at your words, his jaw and fists clenching as you brushed past him.
Once he could no longer hear your steps his entire body deflated his shoulders feeling heavy with shame.
He was being unfair to you and he hated himself for it but he felt so selfishly it was hard to stop.
Ghost adjusted his mask and shook off the guilty feeling that loomed over him before continuing down his path.
You could feel your skin buzzing with irritation, your palms stinging from being squeezed into tight fists. Why did he have to make everything in your life harder every time?
No matter how many steps you take away, ghost manages to still be right on your tail. You found yourself spacing for the rest of the day until your sat across from the same person you didn't want to see again that day.
Ghost sat across from you staring you down as you ate the unappetizing food served in mess.
His gaze was unrelenting; he looked as if he was aching to say something but stopped himself instead opting to tap his finger on the edge of his empty plate idley.
“Y’think Lt’s mad at ye?” Johnny questions quietly from his place beside you. You narrow your eyes at the sergeant, “Why would he be?”
Johnny had this look on his face like he did something he wasn't supposed to as he clicked his teeth and shifted awkwardly in his seat.
“He asked aboot whit we were up to at the pub, an i think i might ‘ave talked ye into some trouble.” he confessed glancing over at simon who was still boring holes into the side of your head.
You didn't have time to retaliate against your teammate for his loose lips before simon was standing from his seat arms crossed. “We need to talk, now.” His tone was sharp, his words spoken in that usual gruff manchester accent.
You sucked your teeth and agreed not wanting to make a scene in the mess hall, mentally you vowed to eventually get johnny back for damning you.
After leaving mess ghost lead you to an unoccupied meeting room shutting the door behind the both of you.
“Looks like you got a type.” Ghost started leaning against the door with his arms crossed.
“Don’t fucking start with me ghost, what i do outside of work is none of your damn business.” you hiss plopping down on one of the many chairs in the room.
“Don't tell me it's not my business when you have a drawer of shit at my apartment.” he retorted, his eyes narrowing on you. His body was tense and his shoulders squared like he needed to move but wouldn't allow himself to.
You could feel your eyes burn as your frustration grew, your fists clenching and unclenching.
“You can throw all the shit away, i don't even know why you still even have it.” you mutter looking down at ghost’s shoes avoiding his glare.
“I kept them because i ca-” you cut ghost off before he could say anymore, “Dont you dare fucking do that to me simon!” you snap meeting his glare with glazed eyes.
Standing from the seat you approached Simon's further tensing figure. “You're a jackass, Simon, y’know why? Because i told you how i fucking felt and you fucking left. Now im living my adult life and you want to act like im your fucking girlfriend or something, let me move on!” you were borderline shouting the frustration bleeding out of your eyes and into your voice.
Simon couldnt hold your gaze anymore he couldn't stand that look in your eyes or the dampness of your cheeks. He could feel the words crawling into the back of his throat but none of them were the right thing.
What could he say to fix this, what could he do when your fury spoke so loudly that he wanted to shrink away.
“I…” he took a breath “Im sorry” his arms hung loosely by his side, fingers tapping rapidly at his palm.
“Sorry doesnt change the fact that you left, then treated me like nothing, and ar now trying to grill me about my sex life when you removed yourself from all of my personal life.”
You wiped your face as your tone came down, the short burst of aggression dying down with it.
“I'm tired simon, I devoted so much to you for so long for it all to end because you cant figure yourself out.” You bring your eye’s down to the ground again before back up at simon.
“You’ve had years of us playing this cat and mouse game, if your still confused, if your still unsure, if you don't want…” Your eyebrows pinch together as you clench your jaw.
“If you don't want me, then why are you here? Why are we even having this conversation if your actions speak your truth, because that's all I have to go off of?” Your question struck Simon and his breath caught in his throat.
He rubbed his face over the mask, the feeling of the fabric suddenly becoming so suffocating.
The rough material rubbed uncomfortably on his skin as he pulled it off his chapped lips parting for a heavy breath.
He disheveled with his messy blonde hair and eye bags that seemed deeper than usual.
“You’ve ruined everything for me…” he starts your eyebrows furrowing at his words.
“Everything in my life is so fucking mixed with yours and i can let it go. I thought avoiding you would help make you leave every piece of my being but it just made it worse. You know what happened to my family, and i dont want to use that as an excuse but im fucking terrified of seeing you in my nightmares.” Simon's lips are drawn into a thin line and his body slumps into the wall, his shoulders dropping.
“I know im an arse and big fucking mess and selfish as all hell, but i feel different for you and i dont know what to do with it.” his shaky hands clasped together in front of him.
“You have no idea how many times we’ve been together and i just wanted to have all of you, how many futures that have lingered in my mind over our years together. I want you for the rest of my life but I don't know how long that life will even be.” simon looks to you with a tired sigh.
You feel frozen in your spot the bitterness and frustration in your chest deflating into an equal exhaustion.
“Where do we go from here simon? I love you and I've loved you for over a decade but I can't keep going if you’re going to take years to tell me what you want.” You say stuffing your hands into your pockets unsure what to do with them.
“I like who i am around you, and i dont want to loose one of the only good things left in my life cause im being fucking daft. Am I too late?” his tone was soft almost a whisper. It felt so uncharacteristic for a man like simon ‘ghost’ riley to say something like this, to speak so softly and seem so nervous. You almost felt unsure about how genuine his words were but his glazed eyes had crushed your doubt.
Bringing your hands from your pockets you hesitantly grabbed simons hands before pulling them around you. He immediately melted into the hug, his hands gripping at you as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold you so tightly.
You could feel his relief as you held onto him his shaky breath evening out and his muscles going almost lax.
“We can try again.”
[Good ending] :)
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What about Soft Dom Price and/or Ghost with a sub! Reader who has an oral fixation?
Okay, so I filled this a little differently than I usually do. It's less of a fic and more of those headcanon / imagine lists I see? I really want to try those out for smaller prompts so here goes!
↪ 1173 words — 18+ / SMUT.
Content tags — gen male submissive reader, oral fixation, finger sucking, face fucking, and cock warming.
Ghost
He’s always the one to indulge you. Spoils you with it. Likes the flood of power he gets seeing how quickly that glaze comes over your eyes just from a finger or two in your mouth. It’s about trust, too—that you trust him with that state of mind, he hasn’t had something intimate like that in God knows how long.
But he’s always initiating it. Usually when he shouldn’t be, when you’re trying to focus on something. During boring recons scoping out territory or abandoned ops stuck in a safehouse while a dust storm blows through.
Comes up behind you quiet as a ghost, always true to his name, and you feel his gloved hand snake from your bicep over your shoulder and to your cheek, his fingers teasing your lips. Sometimes they’re soft and bland—cheap soap and skin. Other times they’re calloused or scabbed over, acrid with gun oil and blood.
He knows when the pink little tip of your tongue peaks out to curiously taste that he’s got you—presses his front flush to your back and shoves his fingers into your mouth. Makes you moan and scramble to reach back, grasping at his hips as your legs buckle.
Lets you suckle and lick to your heart’s content. Happy to push you onto your knees and provide his cock instead when you start whining around three of his fingers like they’re not enough.
His dicks got such a nice girth to it. Just heavy enough to be a calming weight on your tongue but not wide enough that your jaw strains to accommodate. There’s a pleasant ache after awhile, but he’s obsessed with touching your face, and that includes massaging your jaw as you suckle and swallow around him.
He’s more than happy to just get cock warmed by you. He always gets there eventually. From the wet heat and the feeling of your muscles working around his sensitive tip whenever you swallow. He pets your hair and groans out praise and it’s the softest you’ve ever seen him with his cock down your throat.
Despite that, his favorite position will always be you on your back while he straddles your chest. Loves to pin your wrists, crossed, above your head with one of his own big hands. Holds his free hand over your throat while he fucks it to feel that slight bulge against the skin. Likes how fucked stupid you look, eyes unfocused and glazed over and half rolled into your head. Likes that he knows you’re getting off on this just as much as he is, and he doesn’t even have to touch you for it.
Price
Price fits into the soft dom role so well without even trying. He can be so hard and gruff out on the field. Insulting at times. Others, downright cruel. But when you come to him he can always tell what you need. Always does his best to make time for you, whether it’s 4 PM and he’s got a mound of paperwork to finish or it’s 4 AM and it’s his turn on watch but you can’t sleep.
When it’s his office, he always leans back in his rolling leather chair and examines you in the doorway. Scrutinizes you. Makes you squirm in your skin. Finally nods his head to the couch across the room with a gruff “Lock the door, grab a pillow.”
Scoots back and lets you crawl under his desk, resting on the soft, cushy pillow. You’re usually down here for a while. He knows it starts to hurt after a while. Whether you’d enjoy the ache or not, he has to keep in mind more than just the moment. Doesn’t want you limping out into drills the next day.
He loves when you nuzzle him through his fatigues, rubbing your cheek against his length as he ever so slowly starts to fill out. Loves when he unbuttons his pants enough for you to mouth wetly at his cock through the fabric of his boxers, coaxing him to full hardness as you moan and whine against him like a bitch in heat.
It’s usually those first seven minutes or so that none of the paperwork is touched, so focused on the attention your mouth gives him, his blunt fingernails scratching at the nape of your neck and making your spine tingle.
Once you finally get his cock in your mouth he scoots forward, cramping you back under the desk so he can focus on his work. It’s slow going, the wet heat of your throat at the very least distracting, but he still gets through it. Occasionally takes a sip of tea from his mug, or reaches down to pet through your hair as he writes.
It’s not until he’s done with his work that he scoots back again. His big hands gently hold your head as he guides you up and down his cock, the only sounds in the room are his raspy, heavy breaths and the wet sounds of your lips sliding along his cock.
Always pulls out until just the tip is in your mouth to cum with a choked gasp. Gets worried about you gagging on him when his load fills your mouth, and he likes how you suckle on the spongey tip, coaxing him through it.
Lets you drink down his honey tea like a madman afterward to soothe your throat if you’re sore. Sits you in his lap for half an hour or so quietly talking to you until you both come down and feel more like your normal selves again.
During ops he’s usually more aggressive. He gets pent up. Stays on edge during watch in order to keep you safe. Doesn’t want anything sneaking up on him. You’re lucky he doesn’t shoot you when you come up behind him unannounced and crunch on some gravel.
There’s very few words between you two during these encounters. He’ll be leaned up against a half wall or a crate, sniper propped up to his side while you lower onto your tummy between his spread legs.
There’s never much preamble. He pulls his cock free and you take the soft length into your mouth and moan gratefully, that fuzzy, safe feeling immediately overtaking your mind as you hollow your cheeks and suck him to hardness.
He usually doesn’t let you cock warm him when it’s like this. Once he’s hard he’s thrusting up into your mouth, using you like a toy. A wet, hot hole to fuck. Knows you can take it, and if you can’t or want to stop that you’ll tap out.
He doesn’t last long. Pulls out and ignores your desperate whine. Strokes himself hard and fast the rest of the way, just to decorate your pretty face with his cum. Goes back to his watch but lets you curl up against his side or in his lap to sleep. If he's feeling nice he'll let you suckle on his fingers in your sleep, or find something else for you to suck on.
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[ID: A screenshot of a reblog with the blog's url and profile picture scribbled outin red that reads: "...conditionally and only if you never disagree with them? O.o"
the tags underrneath read: "#it never stops baffling me #how fandom turned these two into some idea of love #when the story is literall Naruto obsessign over Sasuke who is not interrsted #and then beating him almost to death because Sasuke doesn't think genocide is good pooitcal move actually #like FFS pls read more mangas people" End ID]
are you serious... if naruto only loved him conditionally why did he risk everything to save him, even when everyone else was set on killing him for being a traitor to konoha?
the guy threw his dignity away, in the eyes of everyone, to defend public enemy #1
he always called sasuke his friend, he never stated that he would only consider him a friend only if he returned as a konoha ninja.
loves him conditionally my ass.
and like- the idea that naruto can only love people that never disagree with him is so fundamentally against his character it's almost comical. if that were true naruto wouldve simply killed nagato. he wouldn't have tried to understand him or talk him out of it the way he did, once he heard his story. he wouldn't have tried talking to obito either. or even neji, konohamaru and inari, as small as those moments look in comparison.
the obsession part would make more sense, given how much he thought about him and wanted him back, to the point even his friends and the girl who was in love with sasuke thought it was too much.
yet the part about naruto beating sasuke up is... weird. they do realize naruto was fighting him because sasukes idea of a revolution meant to martyr himself for the sake of peace, the way his brother did, right?
they do realize that sasuke wanted to kill him at that point too, right? that it wasn't naruto beating a defenseless sasuke, right?
if anything, naruto was leaning on the defensive side and sasuke was the one trying to beat him up. but the were pretty fucking tied in terms of power. thats why he came close to killing sasuke (and viceversa. stop treating sasuke like a weakling.)
now, that doenst mean naruto is completely in the right to simply undermine or ignore konohas wrongdoing just because it only fuels the cycle of violence. naruto himself is victim of konohas shit system, and he has acknowledged many of the problems it caused. he promised to nagato that hed help amegakure when he became hokage.
of course you could argue that narutos methods may not be as effective for change as sasukes more aggressive plan, since systemic change is rarely if ever achievable by working within it. but im not that good with politics so i dont think im the best to talk about it, and that already goes beyond the topic here.
sasukes violent reaction to konohas mistreatment of the uchiha was completely understandable and anyone in his place wouldve don the same. lets make that clear here. i think saying he was highly justified is not a controversial take, at least here. konoha and the shinobi system ARE fucked up.
also, love that 'sasuke is not interested' bit. op, why did sasuke want to kill naruto? tell me.
me when im not interested:
so yeah i think that's a pretty inaccurate take on sasukes feelings towards naruto.
#i know other people would probably do a better job counterarguing but i read that and was so pissed off i just had to run my mouth lmao#sasuke and narutos relationship has consumed me im beyind saving#sns#sasunaru#narusasu#naruto analysis#kinda.....?#sasunarusasu#naruto x sasuke#sasuke x naruto#banana bluhs#sasuke uchiha
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Bad Takes in the Welsh tag vol. II- this reblog on a post about the number of Welsh speakers. (I have cropped out the username of OP and as ever, I only focus on the sentiment, not the person. If you know OP's url kindly do not send them anon hate etc.).
So I saw this take a few days ago in a reblog on a post in the Welsh tag and wanted to address this sentiment as well, since it does the opposite of that other bad take that I saw and made a post about the other day. To be clear, I don't disagree entirely with OP, but there's an element of wishful thinking that I sometimes see when it comes to Welsh / other minoritised languages which can end up doing more harm than good.
This screenshot was also discussed in the LGBTQIA+ Welsh Discord I run and the broad consensus from those of us in there who live in Wales is that OP is painting a very inaccurate picture of the status of Welsh, particularly of Welsh in North Wales. It is frustrating when you have people who value Welsh, but don't value Welsh enough to bother with accuracy in their promotion of the language. This post is intended as a gentle reminder that we can fight for the Welsh language without misrepresenting the situation on the ground so to speak.
The post itself has a 'fuck yeah, Welsh!' attitude which I personally love. But sadly this particular post is riddled with misinformation. First of all, we have "Welsh law is that all signs must have We[l]sh text on them but there is nothing in the law that says signs must also have English on them". Now the wording is kinda vague here- but I'm going out on a limb and saying that the OP is likely referencing The Welsh Language Standards Guidelines (which have been updated several times over the years). The guidance has a number of Standards relating to signs in the Welsh language, such as Standard 32, Standards 47-52, Standard 66 and Standards 111-113. The section of Interpreting the Standards also contains relevant text, such as in Part 3- Interpreting the Standards article 15:
Plain text: "For the purposes of the standards a requirement to publish, provide or display any written material in Welsh does not mean that material should be published, provided or, displayed in Welsh only, nor does it mean that the material should be produced in Welsh first (unless that is specifically stated in the standard)"
Of the Standards listed above, Standards 47-52 are specifically designated as Standards relating to signs and notices displayed or published by a body. Which state things like "... if the same text is displayed in Welsh and in English, you must not treat the Welsh language text less favourably than the English language text" - Standard 47 and "You must ensure that the Welsh language text on signs and notices is accurate in terms of meaning and expression" - Standard 49.
Anyway, back to the point. OP is incorrect in stating that there is a loophole by which the Welsh Law forgot to specify that the signs had to have English as well as Welsh and that public bodies can get away with monolingual Welsh signs. This just isn't true. Important to note is that the law is intended for public bodies- so big companies, road signage makers etc. This guidance isn't for random farms in North Wales which have signs that say "wyau <-" pointing up the lane with no English translation.
Now, the next sentence is a little loaded, well-meant, but a little loaded nonetheless. "The Welsh nationalist dominated rural authorities in the North"- it's loadedness comes down to its vagueness I think. While it isn't wrong per se that Welsh Nationalist parties like Plaid Cymru do well in the North West, it is a little skewed to ascribe Welsh speaking status to whichever party is doing the best in a given area. It isn't that clear cut, unfortunately. To get into this issue, we have to talk maps.
So those Welsh speaker maps that have nice gradients and have the West of Wales coloured in dark, gradually getting lighter as you move East? Unfortunately, these maps can be very misleading (especially if, like in the map OP was commenting on, the source of the data was left off). But the long and short of it is- these maps tend to imply that Welsh is exclusively spoken in the NW and that everywhere East of Bangor has had it. But the data presentation is very flawed, since it tends to erase Welsh language gains in places like Cardiff, Swansea and Monmouthshire.
You've all seen maps like this right? NW in the darkest colours and SE in the lightest?
Unfortunately when it comes to these kinds of maps, they can be very misleading from a language revitalisation point of view.
Here's some maps I actually studied at undergrad for this purpose
On the face of it, your eyes zip up to Gwynedd and Môn on the first map and then over to the second and- 'oh no!' you might say, there's been a -2.1 to -4.0 percent decline in Welsh speakers in those areas. And of course, this is something that language revitalisation wants to address. But look at the first map again. Look at, Monmouthshire, Caerphilly, Cardiff and Swansea. Then look at the second map.
Welsh speaking is actually being increased in these areas, between 2001 to 2011.
The misleading nature of a language map like this one is not its borders, its colour or key, but its omission of the sociopolitcal forces at play in language revitalisation. Large population centres like Cardiff, Caerphilly, Newport and Swansea are actively gaining more Welsh speakers. While Gwynedd and Môn are losing some. But Welsh speaking (despite a few wobbles) is on the increase. So where did those Welsh speakers from the North go?
South.
It isn't a hard-and-fast rule, but many rural Welsh speakers (especially those who live in areas with high amounts of holiday homes which drive up rent/cost of staying in villages in North Wales) actually end up moving to more urban areas in the South, meaning that some of the decline of Welsh speaking in North Wales is down to Welsh speakers just, moving to a different part of Wales- which in turn makes those areas see an increase in Welsh being spoken.
Of course, we actually have to address the cause of the exodus of Welsh speakers from rural areas holiday homes raising house prices making them unaffordable for locals and drives them away but the way that our data is represented is not as dire as it looks. Still not great, mind, but not apocalyptic either.
Then there's the other inaccuracies in this post. Small businesses like farm shops, high street businesses and houses can have Welsh-only signage because they are not local authorities and much of the guidance indirectly referenced by OP mostly only applies to local authorities. This is how you have farm shops advertising produce in Welsh only, or shop names in Welsh (such as Siop y Pethe and Broc-Môr in Aberystwyth) or the name of the house my flat is in. Businesses have different regulations for signage inside the shop in different situations. But the guidance indirectly referred to by OP in the screenshot mostly applies to road signage.
Big name brands such as Tesco are definitely not going to have monolingual Welsh stores and it is disinformation to suggest that they do- especially not when they've made gaffes such as "sboncen" to mean squash (the drink). "Sboncen" means squash (the sport), while they should have put "sgwash", meaning the drink.
Or my favourite instance of these "arwyddion gwael", in which instead of offering a free ATM service, this ATM on the Tesco Express in Aberystwyth offered "codiad am ddim" (free erections):
So I dread to think what a fully monolingual poorly translated Welsh Tesco would look like.
I don't disagree with OP on the final part, that we should celebrate Welsh's "punk ass attitude" in surviving despite attempts to eradicate it from existence. But spreading false information is definitely not the way we should be doing that.
Instead, we can celebrate things like the National Eisteddfod coming to places like Wrecsam in 2025, which aren't typically selected due to there being fewer speakers. But what bringing the National Eisteddfod to areas with low-speakers does is reestablish that yes, actually, Welsh deserves to be spoken all over Wales, not just in Y Fro Gymraeg (Welsh concept equivalent of the Gaeltacht in Ireland). It's an active, real reclamation of areas previously lost for Welsh and revitalising them by bringing the language back with the biggest Welsh language event anywhere.
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Sorry if this seems repetitive but I haven't been active on social media in yearsss
Is it true that there's a lot of lawlu hate on tiktok and Twitter? I'm so confused because there used to be so much love for the ship back in 2017/2018 from my perspective (Amino era).
The short answer: yes and no. Let me start by saying I'm not the best person to answer this since I purely consume on twitter. I made my personal twitter in 2007 like it's everyone I've ever known irl and has nothing to do with shipping or hobbies and I follow approx 0 accounts related to anime, manga, or lawlu. I just looked up lawlu a few times and browsed and suddenly it's my whole fucking timeline and there’s no going back and now I have a lawlu twitter (This makes me very happy).
So if anyone else has an opinion on this that is more in the community, please feel free to comment away. Otherwise, below are my observations.
First off, there IS a ton of love for the ship. Most of what I see is beautiful art (they got the nsfw ayo), memes, fanfics, and headcanons just like tumblr. There are tons of comments of people swooning over these posts, Lawlu IS one of the most popular OP ships after all.
There's just a vocal minority that are very against the concept of shipping and in that subset there are those who are very against Lawlu. There people out there that will literally list accounts to block that ship lawlu or write lawlu DNI in their bios. The same can be said for other ships, it's not just this one it’s any they deem a ‘pro ship’ (problematic ship) and Lawlu is generally considered one of these. Below as is an example:
The biggest issues I’ve seen with Lawlu are the following 1. luffy is aroace and cant be shipped period 2. law groomed luffy and the age gap is gross. IMO I think most of these people are just infantilizing Luffy as some goofy autistic kid that doesn't know what love and sex are when in reality he's very self-aware and happy does not equal stupid. Also he's 19 he’s not underage. He met Law twice when he was 17, one of which was saving his life as a doctor and Luffy was unconscious most of this time. Let's not forget Luffy's a war criminal kicking the asses of people 4x his age in a pirate world, age doesn't really work the same as irl.
BUTTT Not that any of this matters because you can ship whoever the fuck you what because guess what? It's ~fiction~. I could rant about how people can ship whatever the hell they want all day but I'll save my breath for now. (my opinion of course)
Also there are just mentally ill people who enjoy telling others to kys if you like something they like do. Lawlu shippers are just their chosen target demographic. Creators get foul messages in their inboxes, rude comments, just general hater behavior. Twitter is just a firey cesspool and all fandoms have 'fans' who do nothing but hate. We live in an age of negativity where being a hater is the cool thing to do.
HOWEVER, I see more people posting about why those people are wrong and stupid than the actual negative tweets but maybe that's because I actually support the ship and the algorithm sees that. Not sure how twitter works, nor do I want to know about that dumpster fire there's a reason I came over to tumblr.
As for tiktok, I don't really consume a lot of tiktok so I can't speak on it besides seeing cosplayers and cute animations/art. I'll leave that to the tiktok people to look into.
For argument's sake, I went through the lawlu tag and picked some lovely tweets to share with you so you can see the toxicity for yourself. Sadly only 10 images per post but I think you get the point. Thanks for the ask hope this was informative. :)
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