#ash island wonder

[shironezuninja]

On a Complete Disc Set for the 2000’s anime series, Samurai Deeper Kyo, the narration English audio for the Episode 19 preview scene was never recorded.

While I’m taking my time to watch the 2011 Wolverine anime series on Apple TV, the streaming platform forgot to add a preview for Episode 7.

[gossamerveille]

ash island in 'wonder' m/v

[nikoisme]

actually the fact that odysseus knew he'd be gone for 20 years makes the gears in my brain turn. You kiss your son goodbye knowing you will miss every milestone of his. He will be a grown man and will not remember you. You will be a father only by title. Your wife will lay alone in your wedding bed, she will wake and see the side you've slept on is empty. You won't hold each other for a long, long time. Your parents may not even be there to welcome you back. You know you will return, but the war stretches on and on. Your comrades fall. Your ships are on fire. Your best warriors are nothing but ashes in an urn. But it's eventually over, you can go home. But still, there's more time left. First it's a storm. It's winding up in strange lands. It's hunger. It's temptation. Your men grow weary. You have twelve ships and then you have one and then it's only you on a single timber. You know you will return, but everything has gone so horribly wrong that you can't help but wonder if the fates fooled you. Everyone you know is either dead or are living again. You are the only one stuck in between. Neither dead or alive. You sit on a beach staring out to the sea from the moments the birds sing til the sun dips over the horizon. Every day is the same - you sit on the stones and weep, you trek the shores, during the night you're in her bed. Your skin is cracked and sunburnt, your beard long and tangled, your hair etched with more and more silver hairs. Your eyes are dull, sunken. Your bones ache when you walk, your breath is shorter. The sun rises and sets. The waves wash away your footprints. You are growing old but the island is the same. You are left behind. Your home will change and you won't change with it. In fact, everyone will change, but you will not recognize what's different. Some of the lines under your eyes will be the hauntings of war, while your wife's will be from the sleepless nights of buying you time. You flinch when you see each other. You expected to see someone else, and she expected to see no one at all. You could once hold your boy in your arms, but now it feels like he's the one holding you. The trees in your orchard have grown taller. Some of the houses in your kingdom are empty. The children that sat on your knees now have their own children on their own knees - or they lie dead, by your own hand. Who are you? Who is your son, your wife? You will get to know each other, you will change together eventually. But there will still be something off, like a brick not fitting quite right in the foundation. Off like a living man among the dead, someone who wasn't fated to die, but was supposed to die a long time ago. A dead man among the living. You will not belong, even though you are the father of your son, the husband of your wife, the son of your father, the king of your land. There will always be something missing, something aching.

And you are willing to let it all happen when you lift your baby son from the field, away from the plow.

[witherby]

Uncertain Home was so so so good! Absolute masterpiece! But I cant help but think about the rest of the Batfam's reactions when they find out about what happened. I just imagine that whenever any of the Batboy's are within range of Clark and Diana with Mouse, they just do that "Dont touch the child!" meme. This one if your not familiar with the meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKHiIyNbE0o Just imagining them just appearing out of nowhere like the gremlins they are ready to bitch slap and throw hands at anyone who tries to hurt their mouse again is so funny to me for absolutely no reason at all.

A masterpiece? Thank you so much, that's incredibly flattering!!

Oh, the rest of the family is pissed for sure! The day after you're brought home, Bruce gives them the run-down and shows them the little contract you two made, reiterating that while he's not happy about other heroes intruding on Gotham excessively, he isn't outright banning anybody from the city. You, of course, are reassured that your family welcomes and loves you with open arms, content in the knowledge that they would do anything for you.

Your brothers all exchange looks with each other and unanimously decide that Clark and Diana aren't allowed to come by for a while, unless it's a world-ending emergency or something similar. If they try, each one will back up Damian's initial threats with little add-ons of their own.

"Oh, Flittermouse is home so you've gotta go!" Tim smiles politely up at Clark, refusing to let him past the front door. "I think you should stay in Metropolis, actually, unless explicitly invited here. Wouldn't want my dad's contingency files getting leaked to the wrong people, like, oh I dunno, Lex Luthor or something! Just a little thing to think about...bye!"

Diana barely makes it past the perimeter of the city before Jason, wearing the Red Hood getup, intercepts her with a not-so-casual wave.

"Y'know I really admire you," he says. "You're from a whole island of warriors, which is so badass. Warriors like..."

And then he just starts name-dropping her sisters. One by one. And her mother. And then mentions how lovely the architecture of the buildings are, in explicit detail. And then wonders aloud how difficult it might be to breach said buildings, how flammable the material constituting them could potentially be, and by the way, how hot a fire has to burn before bodies get reduced to ash...

Diana leaves quickly, face pale.

If they do have to come to Gotham for an emergency, Dick has you practically attached to him by the hip. His demeanor doesn't emotionally change — he smiles politely and cracks jokes like it's any old day — but the arm that isn't supporting you is clenched into a fist, and he won't allow either of them within five feet of you. If Clark happens to brush up against him by accident, he finds out real quickly that the escrima sticks on his back aren't resting in their usual sling, but instead a lead-lined compartment because the ends have been coated in a thin layer of kryptonite.

Bruce, knows what they're doing. Of course he does, he's their father and the world's greatest detective. He figured they'd go to extremes like this in a heartbeat.

The only reason he hasn't stepped in is because he's done the same thing. Your auntie Diana and Uncle Clark aren't the only ones in trouble, after all. Uncle J'onn is just the only one smart enough to receive a threat and not push the envelope.

[jackabbotsfakeleg]

As Above, So Below I Chapter 3- The Oceans Grew Hands to Hold Me

Synopsis: Two attendings, one new psychologist working both the day and night shifts on a rotation. You could have sworn you heard both of them call “dibs,” and you’re more than willing to entertain the both of them. Tonight, it's Robby's turn. Pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Fem!Reader and Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader  Word count: 2.5k Warnings: Talk of mental illness and other psychological things, violence, dark humor, and some smut :) 18+, MDNI  A/N: I am crying, screaming, and throwing up over the amount of traction and support this has gotten. Y'all are so sweet. Work was so stupid this week, so i apologize for how short this is. Chapter 4 will be up hopefully by the weekend :). Also, all of the chapters are song titles and I'm an elder emo, so i listen to the songs when I write these. The song for this chapter is "The Ocean Grew Hands to Hold Me" by The Wonder Years, in case you want to get sad deep in your bones like me.   Chapter 2 I Chapter 4 Tag list is open!  @loud-mouph @dark-twisted-and-mechanical-mind @thebumbqueen @emilia-the-artist @boldlyherdream @felicisimor@eugene-emt-roe @i-mushi @andabuttonnose @moonlightmvrvel @miss-me-jack @dantemorenatalie @qardasngan@agreeewrites @aloudplace @painment @artsymaddie @d1n3e @damnitsthings @thicficbich1 @readinwnoon @imagines-r-s @meowmeowyoongles @ikindier @katastrophic04 @lexibearsworld @luna-loves08 @herlovelykiss @all-by-myself98 @livingavilaloca @trustme3-13

Chapter 3: The Ocean Grew Hands to Hold Me

"I'm gonna guard what's left of the good in us When the ash blocks out the sky And hold you with my left hand And ball up my right And if the bastards come for both of us I'll be right there by your side I'm by your side"

There's a moment in time, after the door closes and the liquid courage begins to wear off, where the room goes silent, your heartbeat reverberating in your ears There's no going back after this, kid. It's terrifying and unnerving and deeply electric.

You watch Robby lean back against the couch, exhaling loudly, a smile on his face, trying to come down from the high of having a girl kneeling between his legs,  his fingers in your mouth,  eyes closed –like he's trying to commit this to memory.

You move from the couch towards the refrigerator without saying a word,  Both arms on the open doors, appreciating the cold air on your hot cheeks.  Don't let him see you sweat.  Your hand wraps itself another bottle of beer But before you have a chance to open it, there are hands at your waist, this time, sliding under your shirt intentionally His fingers are warm against your skin, His breath, hot on your neck.

You can almost feel the smile on his face when he says it, lips to your ear

"Maybe some water?" 

"You think I'm drunk?" You turn around to face him, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips to steady you.

"I think" he steps forward, guiding you backwards, until your back is up against the island, his hips pressing into yours, "you've got an alcohol sensitivity."

Two fingers find your throat, pressing against your pulse point, a smirk on his face.

"Hot cheeks, increased heart rate, flushed skin," he leans forward, face inches from yours, still maintaining eye contact to grab a bottle of water on the counter behind you, untwisting the cap and handing it up to you, "drink."

"Yes, doctor." You roll your eyes as he watches you finish the bottle, "Any other medical observations you care to bestow? All this medical talk really turns a girl on.”

"Yeah, I'd like to take a look at your back.”

You take the opportunity to turn around, hands on the island in front of you, leaning up on your tip toes to grind your ass against him, "Sorry, do you remember what just happened all of 10 minutes ago? Or did I dissociate?"

He groans quietly, like he’s trying to keep it to himself, his fingers instinctively digging into the skin on your hips, pulling you against him, your back against his chest. Your hand finds the back of his neck, his lips to your ear, “Not yet.”

He takes a step back from you, and you huff at the loss of contact. 

He’s on his knees behind you before you can object, and he’s lifting your shirt up.

“It's barely nine o'clock, and you and I have the day off tomorrow, so we have all night,” His fingers press against your spine, palpating the muscles surrounding your scars, “So if it's okay with you, I'd like to squash my own intrusive thoughts that fucking you is going to worsen your injury”

“Intrusive thoughts? That’s my kind of word.”

“I may have borrowed a book from your office without your knowledge.”

“You playin’ hard to get?” You turn your head to look down at him, narrowing your eyes.

“A little bit. Why, you in a rush?”

“A little bit. Again, remember 15 minutes ago when you had your finger in my mouth?” You huff, “And remember earlier when I was joking about blowing you in my office? I’m not joking now, Michael. And you on your knees like that…”

He chuckles at your impatience and stands up palm sliding from your lower back up to the back of your neck, grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging gently, “Come on then.”

He takes your hand, leading you down the hallway into his bedroom. Just like every other room in his house, it’s beautiful, some real doctor money bullshit. One of the walls is ceiling to floor windows, there’s an attached bathroom with one of those rainfall shower heads, and it dawns on you that he must really fucking enjoy his days off.

You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and you reach out for him, hands pulling him towards you by the fabric of his shirt 

He stands between your legs, looking down at you. You slide your palms under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, his fingers trace your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him.

“We’re supposed to be having fun,” You frown

“Are you not having fun?”

“I am having about as much fun as I can have with our clothes still on. Unless you have scrabble?”

“Me obliterating you at scrabble does sound incredibly sexy.”

“Cool it, med school. I could have gone pro. Now take off your shirt.” You tug at the bottom of his shirt 

“You know, you’re incredibly impatient.”

He eventually obliges, his hand reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck off right now”,” You can’t help but reach out to run your fingers over the muscles of his abdomen, “You’ve been hiding this under that hoodie?”

He shakes his head at you, rolling his eyes, pleased with himself.

“Ok now these” you smile up at him, hands finding the buttons of his pants, his hands covering yours before you can unbutton them

“You’re so demanding.”

“Can you just let me enjoy this?”  you push his body away from you making a rotating motion with your hand, “Spin for me?”

“I’m not going to spin”

“Please? I’m a visual learner,” you whine

“you’re still clothed,” he points out 

“YOU’RE still clothed,," you counter, smiling

“Will you shut the fuck up?” He can’t help but laugh at the back and forth, “stand up.”

“Now who is being bossy?” You stand up so you’re face to face, “It’s really sexy. More of that please.” 

“Lift up your arms” It’s more of a directive than a suggestion. 

You raise your hands above your head so he can lift off your shirt. He runs his fingers up your arms, over your shoulders, along your neck, to your cheeks, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. His left hand cradles your jaw, his right hand in your hair. He leans in, and at first, it’s just his lips on yours, moving slowly. He retreats for a moment before his lips closes around your bottom lip, before sinking his teeth gently into the flesh. It’s a good kind of pain, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make an audible moan escape from your throat. He lets go, his lips brushing against yours again, gentle and lingering, until your mouth parts slightly beneath his kiss granting him access. He breathes out as you breathe in as his mouth claims yours. Your hands at his waist, pulling his hips against yours, feeling how hard he is. 

“Now, will you be a good girl and tell me what you actually want?” He smirks against your mouth, his voice low, as you nod against him. 

“Yeah, I still want you to take off your pants and spin for me”

He laughs, a genuine, deep in his chest laugh. It catches him off guard, like he was expecting you to just melt into a puddle after he kissed you. 

“You’re incredible.”

“I’m serious,” You press your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses down his neck as he unbuttons his pants and slides them down his hips, stepping out of them. A breathy groan leaves his lips, his hands moving to your hips, pushing you backwards until your back is against the window. You slip your hand inside his boxers, and slide your palm against his length, a barely audible “fuck” coming out of his mouth, his head falling against your shoulder. You wrap your fingers around his cock and draw him out with one long stroke.

“Get on your knees. I want to watch you.” 

You oblige, kneeling in front of him. You lick the palm of your hand before wrapping your fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking him twice before pressing your lips to the tip. His hand lifts the hair from your neck, holding it in a ponytail behind you to get a better view of you taking him fully into your mouth, twisting your tongue around his shaft like you’re tracing the line on an ice cream swirl. He gets harder every time you take him deep, his breath starting to catch. You look up at him, his eyes dark, focused on you taking as much of him as possible, leaning against the window to hold himself up with his free arm.

“Fuck,” he tightens the grip on your hair, hips thrusting forward to meet you halfway, and you hum against him. 

The look on his face as he watches himself disappear, is one of disbelief.  You trace your tongue along the underside of his cock once more before letting him slide out of your mouth.

You stand up, licking the length of his bottom lip before pressing your lips to his. He tries to wrap himself around your entire body, his mouth on any skin he can find—cheeks, shoulder, neck.  

You take a second to appreciate his flushed cheeks, dark brown eyes, chest heaving, and you reach out and trace a line from his forehead, down his nose, to his lips, and chin—something that would come to be understood as a safe gesture in the future.

“How about you fuck me in front of this window for everyone to see?”

You turn away from him, your palms flat against the window in front of you, and you feel his hands on your hips, pushing the material of your jeans and panties down. He bends down, his lips run along your spine, teeth biting the skin on your hip before standing back up, lips to your ear, sending a shiver up your spine, “If you only knew how many times I’ve came thinking about you in the last week.” 

He doesn’t waste any time, his hand sliding between your legs, two fingers making lazy circles around your clit before sliding them inside you, his cock pressing against your ass with every stroke of his fingers. The sound that leaves your mouth is a mix between a plea and a moan, as you rock back on your heels, feeling the warmth of his breath against your neck. He removes his hand, sucking both fingers into his mouth, before lining himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit a few times before screwing himself inside. Bucking your hips back into his lap, you elicit a soft cry from his throat.. He buries himself to the hilt, and you sob out a breath, his hand running up your spine, grabbing your shoulder to gain leverage to thrust again. He kisses the back of your neck, where it meets your shoulders, and times it with a deep, hard stroke.

“Just like that” you nod, forehead pressed against the glass in front of you, “I’m so close.”

Touch yourself,” he groans, and you obey, fingers finding your swollen clit, “look at me. I want to watch you come”

Of course he’s into eye contact.

You turn your head to look at him, eyes meeting, a moan escaping from his mouth. It doesn’t take you long like this before you come, your walls squeezing him tightly, pleasure coursing through your body, his name on your lips.  He draws in and out twice, slowly, working himself right up to the very edge. Then, with one deep hard slam, he comes, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, fingers digging into your hips, soft moans escaping his mouth as his body spasms behind you. He pumps three more times, still trying to ride out his own orgasm, slumping against you.

“You’re incredible,” he pants, shifting his weight back on his heels, pulling out, pressing lazy wet kisses down your neck, and shoulder. You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing the corner of his mouth. His lips are salty from sweat, his heart pounding against his ribs, and he walks backwards with you still in his arms towards his bed, “let me get a towel.”

He lets go of you long enough to disappear into the bathroom and come back with a towel, instructing you to lay down, while he cleans you up, his mouth pressing kisses to your legs, hips, and stomach. He lays down beside you and you roll onto your stomach, looking at him.

“Well that was definitely more fun than scrabble” you chuckle, and he nods in agreement.

“You’re better than I could have even dreamed,” he whispers, shaking his head like he can’t believe he’s saying it, rubbing a hand over his face.

“That was just the intro” you counter, “a rusty, shake out the nerves, jump back in the saddle kind of fuck. It’s going to be even better next time.”

“Next time” he nods, like he’s just remembered that this isn’t a one-night stand, “What are the parameters?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Is it just sex? Or can we go out in public? Can we hang out?”

“Whatever you want, Michael” you remind him, “it’s supposed to be fun, remember?”

"Aren't you worried?" "I'm always worried about a lot of things. Be more specific." "About the consequences of this arrangement?” "It sounds like you’re worried.”

“I am. I’m worried that you’re going to ruin me.”

"You’re worried about catching feelings, as the kids would say?”

“You’re not?”

“Feelings are not the enemy.  From a psychological standpoint it is impossible not to feel. If I held a gun to your head and told you to stop being sad, could you do that?" "No." He admits "Then the same goes for any other feeling. If you want more, want more.  If you're jealous of Jack, that's okay too. And if this is something that makes you sad, we don't have to do this. I'm not going to pretend that I feel nothing. I feel everything. I've been dying to feel something other than this deep fucking sadness in my bones. So no, I’m not worried I’m going to catch feelings because I already have them. We deserve to feel something.”

He sits with the words;  allows himself a moment to decide if he’s brave enough to dive in. And then he turns to look at you.

“Can I show you around?” “Your house?”  He nods.

The gesture is endearing; soft, safe. He takes your hand, and he maps his apartment like you’re going to be spending time here; the kitchen, the bathrooms, the guest room full of vinyl records Almost as if he’s trying to say, See, this is where you’re going to sleep See, this is where I’ll make you coffee See, this is where you’ll feel at home.

[91939art]

Self-congrats on first reading of Private Opinion.

We love Blanca, but we'll probably never grow over what kind of a cheesy and melodramatic hot mess 🍌🐠 is. Even more so, when juxtaposing that with how psychological and tactical it describes its characters to be, without ever making them well-regulated or intelligent beyond "fun-fact" level of erudition.

Artist's hold on 80's aesthetic, though, is great.

[maybankslover]

diez dias despues- jj maybank

jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: pure angst, pregnancy, season four part two, death, in this they take his body back to the island.

summary: he's gone and now is only them.

playlist: diez dias despues by airbag (live version) / pink skies by zach bryan / walking in the wind by one direction

a/n: i translated the song it's called 'ten days later' by and argentinian band called airbag. listen to it, the rythm makes sense with the lyrics.

i just remembered i forgot to tell you the best part

tell you how i learned to say sorry, to ask for forgiveness

i can't stop myself from thinking

why life was so unfair (fragil) on you

jj's voice invaded her mind, his 'wooohooo' and his loud laugh when she told him she was pregnant two days before leaving to morocco. she wondered how they went from planning their future to planning his wake. her hands still stained with his blood, the blood of the love of her life as she watched his lifeless body being taken inside a plane where she would be flying too.

the kids are in town for a funeral was what the whispers said.

it was as nice as a funeral could be, her parents, pope's and kie's parents, the pogues, a few of the cut who appreciated the boy and rafe cameron of all people. john b's words were beautiful as far as he got to go before his voice broke and he had to sit down and let pope to continue.

"i like to think it's not so much how many years you get to live but what you do with them and jj packed it in, a whole damn life in those twenty years." he looked at the picture at the altar of the church. "he did everything for the one's he loved and if he was the king of anything, he was the king of friendship." his voice cracked and pope took it from there while his friend made his way back to his seat in between sarah and y/n who took his hand in hers.

"he is our glue, he was loyal as they come. jj maybank was the best friend we ever had." he looked up to the ceiling. "we love you bro, we'll take care of them."

i see you everywhere i go as an allucination of sorts

you didn't even warn me you were leaving

the lights are off in the city, i can't see where you're going

maybe tomorrow you'll be back

her belly grew fast, she was already three months in when he passed and she hated she didn't had anyone by her side who'd get as excited as he would've at the first kick their baby gave her.

everyone was grieving, john b and sarah had asked for permission to name their own baby 'jackson' and she gave it to them because she how could she not? john b was grieving his brother and it was something jj would've wanted.

every person she crossed paths with said how sorry they were for her loss, lies but she thanked them for it even kooks who hated jj maybank gave her their condolences. no one had the heart to be mean to a pregnant girl who had lost her boyfriend.

and she saw him everywhere, every morning in the kitchen, beside her in the nights and in the beach was were she saw him the most. any blond head surfing in the sea gave her hope it'd be him but she knew he wasn't, he was in a little box at each house of the pogues and in the sea. it was what he would've wanted.

i remember how we lost control

in the craziness and need to survive

i can't stop myself from thinking how you'd be if you were still here

her memories were all filled by him. she couldn't think of anything else, just him and his face full of life and pain when he went in front of her.

"hey baby." she smiled at the tree john b and pope had helped her to put in the backyard, she had spread some of his ashes under it to have a place where she could feel she could to talk to him. where her baby could talk to their father. "we're seven months today which means it's been four months without you."

she rubbed her belly and closed her eyes as the wind kissed her skin.

"he's in jail you know." she chuckled. "rafe, don't you dare laugh at me, caught him in morocco with the pogues, cleo almost kills the man or at least is what kie told me." a yellow butterfly flyed in front of her. "i guess this is your way to tell me you're laughing at me." the tears didn't wait to come. "and luke gave me the house, signed it to my name and said it was the least he could do for us and that he was sorry. i haven't seen him since."

"sarah and john b's baby will be called jackson, i know you'd have loved that." her head rested against the wood. "i miss you."

i see you everywhere i go as an allucination of sorts

you didn't even warn me you were leaving

the lights are off in the city, i can't see where you're going

maybe tomorrow you'll be back

a knock in her door while she ate the dinner cleo made her. she and kie continued to live at the maybank property while john b and sarah bought the house next door with the money sarah inherited from ward and pope went from cleo's room to his parents place.

the business continued but she was alone tonight for the first time in a while. she didn't expect rafe cameron to be on the other side of the door when she opened.

"rafe?"

"hey." he smiled at her. "can i come in?" things had changed a lot, sarah and her brother had made up in some weird way. no one could forget the things he did to them but he stayed true to his word and was now engaged to some girl from the cut she knew.

"sure?" she stepped to the side to let him in and closed behind him.

they sat on the couch.

"i'll cut it short because i know it's weird that i'm here." she nodded and he chuckled. "this isn't charity or pity but i want to offer you a job."

"you're kidding right?" rafe cameron offering help?

"no. i know the history we have, the history i had with maybank but none of you deserved what happened." a lump in her throat formed. "and you're pregnant." she once again nodded. "i know you're good with numbers, you did the for the country club."

"yeah what with that?"

"you could do them for a restaurant we're opening down town, i don't expect you to start right now or shortly after you give birth but you could have health inssurence if you agree and then we'll see when you'll start."

"where's the catch?" he knew she wouldn't trust him and she had the reason not to.

"there's no catch, i'm paying for sarah's inssurence and being honest none of you will be able to pay the hospital bills if you don't have one so just think about it." he stood up. "you and your kid deserve a better chance."

you were a slave in this hostil world

you were a slave in this cruel world

she talked about it with the pogues, she didn't think they'd agree with rafe.

"this isn't what jj would've wanted." she told kie.

"jj would want you both safe even if it came from rafe's." she kissed her friends cheek before leaning down to kiss her belly too. "talk to him and then you can decide."

and she found herself under the tree like every single day.

"it's not fair that i have to make all this decisions by myself maybank." she cleaned her watery eyes. "you took the easy way out j." she couldn't stop herself from sobbing, clunching onto the shark tooth necklace hanging on her neck. "give me a signal of what you think, should i take rafe's offer?"

i see you everywhere i go as an allucination of sorts

you didn't even warn me you were leaving

the lights are off in the city, i can't see where you're going

maybe tomorrow you'll be back

she woke up sweating, wanting to go back into her dream. 'take it baby, i didn't want to deprive you of my love. you need the security i can't give you.' he whispered as an angel kissing her round belly before sending her back to reality.

it wasn't my intention to deprive you of my love

i didn't want to hurt you

it was a boy, blonde mop of hair and blue eyes rested on her arms. james kailan maybank a combination of his dad's name and what his dad was.

james meant son of ther spirit and kailan, a hawaiian name kie mentioned, meant moon and ocean. jj would've loved it.

i see you everywhere i go as an allucination of sorts

you didn't even warn me you were leaving

the lights are off in the city, i can't see where you're going

maybe tomorrow you'll be back

jj would've adored his little boy.

eight years went by but she continued to be in solitud.

"i hope you can see how well jackson and him get along, is like seeing a new version of you and john b." she looked down at the tattoo on her wrist. 'jj&j'. "there's no one new, i don't think i'll ever have the heart to."

she couldn't stop herself from crying.

"he loves to hear about you, to see videos of your surfing and asked pope to teach him." she laughed. "you would've laughed at him, i did it for you, everyone laughed actually even pope."

she took a deep breath in.

"i'm still mad at the world for taking you away from me but he's just like you. you would've been such a good dad j, i love you baby."

maybe in another universe she wouldn't have to think how things would've been if he was still there. maybe in another universe she wouldn't have to think what would've jj wanted.

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[kesadoll]

♡ CWS MDNI 3.8k ♡ brattyblack!reader, boss!shiu, coworker!toji, oral {f + m}, unprotected, d♡ggy, poor y/n gets manhandled over shiu's desk, it gets NASTY. {petnames: doll, baby, brat, slut. ♡}

♡ sum. you came back from a mission to get sent off on another, but before you went your boss & coworker had something to say about your attitude...

kesa's note just wanted to let it be known I made about 4 other drafts after this one but ended up coming back to this..... but it fed something in me i didn't know was hungry LMAOO i hope u like it :p asks & reblogs always welcome!

you walked down a series of halls, each step you took feeling like it drained what little energy you had left. you were covered in what you could only assume was blood, sweat, and mud.

see, you were…a spy of sorts. you’d go gather intel, beat up, and maybe kill someone if you were tasked to, maybe even just for fun. you were a wildcard and a headache for your poor boss, shiu. 

you walked into his office, plopping yourself on the large couch that sat in the middle of the room and sprawling out. shiu was there, smoking his usual cigarette, shooting a glance at you as he tidied up some papers. “someone needs a shower,” he said, gesturing over to your dirtied clothes and the way your hair curled at your neck from sweat, his baritone like music to your ears. 

you wanted to protest, but you knew better. talking back to shiu usually meant some type of harsh and unreasonable punishment, and you were far too exhausted so you resorted to a grumble. his gaze softened, seeing the exhaustion on your face. he felt guilty for sending you to a job by yourself, but he knew you could do it which is why he sent you anyway. 

shiu took a long drag of his cigarette, smoke billowing from between his lips as he exhaled, “it was that bad?”

you nodded faintly, huffing, “didn’t think it would be soooo much work..” he chuckled at your pouting, finding it amusing. it was rare to see you in such a state, but you were much calmer than you usually were, and it saved shiu the headache. 

he ashed his cigarette over the fancy-looking ashtray on his desk as he spoke, “you’re capable, that’s why i let you take the job. besides..” he paused, blowing a cloud of smoke towards you, “if you couldn’t handle it, you would’ve been dead the minute you walked in there.”

you lifted your head, your usual wide eyes sending metaphorical lasers right through shiu’s head. this was your normal attitude, kinda crazy and a tad ditzy, but you were extremely lethal and beyond just smart. “mmmh!” you  grumbled, resting your head back again, “they almost made me lose a nail!”

shiu let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly at your usual attitude. sometimes, he wondered who's the bigger pain in the ass: you or him. he stubbed out his cigarette on the table, watching as the ashes fall to the floor. he leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a small smirk on his face, "you know, someday that crazy attitude of yours is gonna be the death of you."

“or you’re gonna be the death of me!” you kicked your legs, practically throwing a fit in your seat. “you’re the one who hired me off the street and sent me off to do your dirty work!” after his laugh filled the room, you went limp, being a total drama queen. “what was the main point of me going there anyway?”

he rolled his eyes at your dramatics, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face as he shook his head. “it’s like you never listen to a thing i tell you. i sent you to get intel on some freeloaders that crossed someone important. they’ve gone off the radar and i’m tired of hearing about it.”

“oh yeah!” you recounted, remembering what you came in here to tell shiu, “apparently the guy you wanted ran off to some island i’ve never heard about before. i wrote it down before i dealt with those mangy-lookin’ henchmen.” you pulled a small piece of paper out the pocket of your shorts. you couldn’t help but stretch momentarily, the exhaustion starting to get to you before you began to walk over to him. 

shiu’s eyes wandered up and down your body, as you sauntered over towards him. you looked like a wreck, but still beautiful nonetheless. 

“goddamn it.” he grumbled, snuffing out his cigarette before grabbing another one. he offered you one, knowing that sometimes after a mission like that you needed it more than he did. “i’ll send someone else to follow up then.”

you couldn’t help but pout, shaking your head at the cigarette as you sat on the desk in front of him. “why can’t i go?!” your voice was almost a whine. 

shiu placed a comforting hand on your knee, its scarred digits giving it a gentle squeeze. despite how annoying you could be, you were cute, which made it worse knowing how you got his attention. “let’s use our critical thinking skills. you think i’m going to let you go to some island by yourself?”

he did have a fair point. he wanted as much information about where he was going to send you and since this was a new area and there were time constraints? going by yourself was absolutely out of the question. though you wanted to go, you loved how shiu protected you always.

“you could come with me! i’ve never gotten to see you in action,” you squeaked in defiance, trying to hide the heat you felt in your cheeks at his touch, “i bet you we both could deal without them no problem!”

shiu chuckled at your determination, his hand moving up your thigh slightly. you acted like a spoiled brat, and he found it endearing especially since he knew it was his fault anyway. he lit his new cigarette and took a long drag, smoke billowing from between his lips as he spoke.

“you know i can’t do that, doll,” his dark eyes bore into yours, the nickname causing you to catch your breaths moving faster, “and what if you get hurt, huh? who’s gonna take care of you then?” 

“mmmnnn….the nice nurses down the hall, they’re really good!” you giggled nervously, taking off your thigh holster so you’d be able to break eye contact with him. it wasn’t very often the two of you got to spend time together like this, but when you did you tried to soak up as much of it as you could before you got too nervous to even be sitting next to him.

 out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he was smirking, his hand moving up your thigh again. despite how much he teased you knowing how you’d melt, he enjoyed the closeness himself and he always tried to let you know, even if it was subtle.

shiu glanced down at the holster you placed on the table, his hand moving to your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles, “i’ll make you a deal. you can go, but he has to go with you.” before you could even process the way his large hand fit perfectly on your hip your eyes shot up at him, almost shouting in protest, but you stopped yourself knowing if you did you wouldn’t be able to go at all.

the “him” in question was fushiguro toji, a coworker of yours you swore was your enemy. the two of you worked together once, and you hoped you never had to again. he was incredibly hot (and the two of you were a breath away from lips touching), yes, but he was an asshole and acted like he hated everything, which wasn’t far from the truth.

a door opened behind you and your eyes narrowed at shiu, realizing he had planned to send you off with toji the whole time. “the two of you will be working together,” shiu said, blowing smoke from his lips again, not at all moving his hand from your hip.

toji grunted, looking back and forth between shiu and the back of your head. “don’t wanna, but i’m here.”

“great, you didn’t have much of a choice anyway.” shiu said, trying to comfort you by squeezing your waist before he stood. toji truly hated working with others, but he had to admit that out of everyone he tolerated working with you the most. you being prettier than a lot of them was only another plus for him. but for you, knowing toji was like shiu’s best friend and right-hand man, it made you sick.

“whatever.” toji spat back, moving over to the couch you once sat on, leaning his cheek on his fist. 

you rolled your eyes, your arms and legs now crossed, “he acts like everything is so miserable all the damn time.” you didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in your voice, wanting toji to know that you were just as miserable as him. 

“yeah, because it is.” he said flatly, but that stupid smile was on his face. “unfortunately, i’ll be just as miserable working with you, you know we don’t have a choice.”

“you’ll both get over it, yeah?” shiu chuckled, the back and forth between the two of you being amusing to him. 

“or not” you huffed, starting to get irritated on top of your being tired.

“she’s so dramatic.” toji hummed against his hand, his eyes trailing up your back.

“fuck you,” you mumbled, making sure either of them couldn’t hear you..or so you thought.

shiu’s eyebrow raised. he looked down at you, an expression on his face you couldn’t quite put a name to. before you could blink, his hands were on either side of you, his brolic frame leaning over you, his muscles begging for release under his dress shirt. 

“repeat that for me.” toji’s voice came from directly behind you, making you flinch at the sound.

now you were in a predicament. you were sandwiched between the two big men, seeing toji’s large hand out of your peripherals. if you responded, you were sure not going to be able to go on the mission you were just begging to go on earlier. even if you wanted to say anything the air between the two men was way too thick with their cologne for you, opting to just shake your head no.

wrong answer

“she was being so good earlier, i don’t know what happened.” shiu took a moment to admire your face, studying your features. he raised a hand to your cheek, knowing how much you loved it when he did so, cupping it while you looked up at him, “you’re always causing me trouble and giving me headaches..i’ll give you another chance to use your words.”

you couldn’t help but lean your head into his hand. you brought your hands up to his forearm, holding his arm there. shiu felt a mixture of affection and amusement knowing you’d already sealed your fate as he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

“the brat is obsessed with you,” toji leaned over you, looking at shiu. from what you could see when you looked up, toji was giving shiu a dangerous smirk, a form of silent communication between the two of them, except shiu wasn’t so quiet.

“y/n, wanna make it up to me?” you nodded eagerly, watching as shiu lit a new cigarette, stepping back to take a seat in his chair, “instead of me punishing you, toji’s going to do it. that’s your punishment.”

you stared blankly for just a moment, not knowing what shiu was talking about until toji’s large hands appeared on your thighs, trailing up your body before stopping at your breasts, and cupping them. “but wh-”

“you talk to him like that, you’re also disrespecting me, you know that doll.” shiu cut off whatever you were about to say, watching as his best friend massaged your tits, adjusting himself in his seat once he saw your legs start to spread on their own, his eyes never leaving them, “he’s just going to teach you to watch your mouth, i’ve let you off the hook too many times cause i like you. ”

you got excited hearing shiu’s words but got sidetracked once you felt toji push your shirt and bra up and over your breasts, the cold air causing you to let out a quiet whimper. “i dunno boss,” he teased, bringing his face down beside yours, “it looks like she’s liking this a little too much, huh?”

he did have a point but why would you ever admit that, “ i-i do- ngh!” your hips bucked at the sudden assault on your nipples, toji’s calloused fingers relentlessly tugging, pinching, and rolling over your nipples. head leaned back and you still tried to deny it, which only led to toji turning you around and laying you on your back.

shiu appeared behind you to make sure that you were watching toji as he pulled off your shorts and panties, his gaze darkening once it landed on your cunt that was already so soaked. he dragged two fingers through your folds and you squeezed your legs together, or tried to, only to be met by a slap to your breast by shiu, afterward him reaching down and holding your legs open and up by your chest. “you’re gonna keep your legs open, understand?”

“y-yes sir,” you mewled. toji was merely playing with your essence, enjoying the way you greedily rocked your hips while you lay in shiu’s arms. something about it did so much to him, and he knew it did just as much, if not more, for you as well.

“she’s so pretty, and her cunt is even prettier.” he purred to himself, but shiu agreed nonetheless, his hands toying with your breasts despite him not supposed to be having contact with you, he couldn’t help himself. he really couldn’t help himself seeing now, watching toji bury his face into your pussy. “tell me how good it tastes.”

“t- oji!” you hiccuped, toji humming against your clit in response. his nose was pushed up against your mound, his tongue lapping at your folds nauseatingly before he sucked them up into his mouth while he shook his head. even his stubble was tickling you in all the right places. your eyes rolled so far back you thought you could smell colors, your hand tangling in his dark hair.

“yeah? watch him eat your fuckin’ pussy, open your eyes.” your eyes came back once you felt a tap on your cheek, looking up to see shiu tilting your head back down at toji who was looking right back at you. you truly were trying your hardest, but the way the man between your legs was groaning against, sucking, and swirling at your already puffy cunt made it extremely hard to breathe, let alone keep your eyes open and focused.

 you caught yourself going cross-eyed, not able to help the drool that fell from your lips, when toji plunged a finger into your hole, mouth still locked onto your clit. the slutty noises that came from him; grunts, slurps, & groans, reveling in the scent and taste of your pussy..he’s fucking nasty. 

just when your lower stomach tightened, shiu said the worst thing he could’ve ever said at that moment, “stop.”

toji didn’t hesitate to release you from his mouth with a pop, giving you kisses up your stomach as to apologize, your whines and babbling pleas making him feel just the slightest bit bad for you.”i’m sorry baby,” he cooed, your hips still grinding up into the air, trying to find some type of friction. “poor thing, you taste so good.”

“if you want to cum, you’ll have to convince me you deserve it, doll.” shiu said sweetly, pushing your beautiful curls out your face and wiping the tears from your cheeks that would’ve been red had it not been for your pretty brown skin. 

“give the brat to me,” toji gave you that sickening smile while shiu picked you up like it was nothing and laid you down on your stomach so now you were facing toji..well the thick bulge that was straining through his sweats. “see what you did?”

toji shamelessly palmed himself through his pants, his head slightly cocked to the side as he watched your face contort once in pleasure once you felt shiu’s middle and index finger rub deep figure 8’s into your clit, toji’s nostrils flaring. “she’s s’fucking hot.” 

“i told you so.” shiu hummed, his other hand giving your ass a tight grip before he brought his hand down on it, the stinging sensation making you whine and clench around nothing. “y/n, pull his pants down.”

you nodded, nibbling in your bottom lip at the thought of where this thing might be going sooner rather than later. you grabbed a hold of toji’s waistband and wasted no time pulling it down. toji’s cock flopped on your face, causing the three of you to smile or laugh, especially with the squeak you made.

“open,” toji pushed your hair from the front of your face, his fingers gently tangling in with your messy curls. his hand stopped at the top of your head, pulling your head towards him once you opened your mouth. 

a gag slipped past your lips and around toji’s cock, his thick and spongey tip catching you off guard once he pushed down. “oh fuck-” a groan resonated from in his chest, his head falling back as he did so. toji began thrusting into your mouth, the motion causing you to push back onto shiu’s fingers which had found their way into your needy cunt.

the room was filled with toji’s grunts and moans, your slew of gags, moans, and cries following his. shiu was taking it allllll in. something about watching your lips stretch around his best friend's cock, the way that your pretty brown eyes watered and rolled back, and the way that your pussy was sucking his fingers in so deep, your sopping wet walls begging him for more..and oh was he going to give it to you.

“fuck this,” shiu muttered through gritted teeth. from what you could hear through your poor, fuzzy ears was shiu scrambling to get his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned, not even attempting to pull his pants down. no, that would take entirely too long and he needed to feel you stretched around him and he needed it now. 

“she’s jus’ looks too good, huh?” toji grinned through one of his groans, a breathier one following after your throat tightened because of a moan, your tongue massaging those aching veins of his. shiu brought a hand to the fat of your left hip, keeping you from doing too much squirming while he rubbed the length of his thick cock between your folds, your wetness alone enough to lube him up.

“y/n, play with his balls.” shiu requested of you. you didn’t know why he asked you instead of toji, but the curse that slipped between his lips and the way his body lurched forward, you knew it was to shut him up, a little teasing smile curling up on your lips. 

that smile was quickly wiped off your face by the sudden fullness inside you, your aching walls welcoming shiu with pathetic squelches. toji lets you come up for air, his tip just resting on your puffy bottom lip, his pre and your spit dribbling off it.  “shiuu!~” you looked back to see shiu focused, both of his hands gripping your ass, still slipping his cock inside you, each little bit that went in making your knees wobble beneath you. 

“shhh,” toji massaged the top of your head with the hand he still had in your hair, his other hand turning you to face him. praises erupted from shiu whose hips finally met the fat of your ass. he kept his thrusts slow and shallow, a hand gliding up your back, following that perfect arch you were giving him so soon. 

toji’s dick started twitching at the sight: your ass recoiling every time you and shiu’s skin met, watching how his stomach muscles already started tensing and the ring of your cream starting to form around his base. you looked absolutely fucked out, your tongue lolling out your mouth in search of toji. he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his grip tightening around your jaw, sliding his length right back into your mouth where it belonged.

at this point, saying you were shaking was an understatement. the way your poor body was being slung back and forth by the two dicks, one of which angled his thrusts so deep you thought he’d punch through your stomach at any moment now, the other so far down your throat your nose smushed up against the bottom of his belly now and then, feeling the way his balls tightened in your hand. if that wasn’t enough, both of them talking to you the way that they were had you teetering over the edge, and you could tell that they were too.

“gonna fill you up so deep with my cum, fuck-” shiu spoke in almost a whisper, “fill you up so fuckin’ deep you’ll give me a baby, yeah? gonna let your boss put a fuckin’ baby in you with your coworker’s dick in your mouth?” that was all you needed to hear before your body tensed up, going cross-eyed as you came around shiu, your pussy clenching down on him, your throat and mouth doing the same on toji while a stream of muffled moans left your lips. 

the two greedy men didn’t let up, if anything they only went harder. feeling you squeeze made shiu’s hips rut into you faster, his own eyes fluttering shut while he practically had you slamming back onto him with his hands.  a series of “oohh fuuuck-”s were flying out of shiu’s lips with each thrust, each one getting longer and needier, his head starting to roll back.

“you better fuckin’ fill her up…fill ‘er little cunt up shiu…do it..” toji grunted in between his own moans which only made shiu plow into you deeper, which in turn had your mouth bouncing on toji’s dick so good he almost fell forward again, his hand moving from your hair to grip onto the desk.  

words could no longer be formed between the both of them, only their moans and the slapping of skin circling through the room. toji finished first, muttering curses and praises all while holding your head still, his ribbons of ooey goodness trickling down your throat in little spurts. shiu wasn’t that far behind him either. he finished with a loud “holy shi-”, his hips stuttering, continuing his thrusts until his stomach trembled, finally pulling out of you along with toji. 

the both of them stood there for a moment, breathless. they admired how beautiful you looked lying on shiu’s desk. still twitching and panting, not able to help the quiet whines that came off you while you calmed down. “s’much for a punishment, you okay doll?” shiu’s voice was gentle, his hand massaging your lower back.

“look at her,” he moved your hair out of your face, revealing a cockdrunk smile and drool still dripping from your chin, “of course she liked it.”

“you little slut.”

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[haerenven]

Hey! I love the way you write! Could you do one where the reader is accidentally creepy? They like bones and things normally associated with death and don't realize how creepy that can be. With anyone you like!

        ∎∎       ╱       𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.     جميل 🗝️  ㅤㅤ ˙ㅤ♱𝆬 ㅤ      

Pairings. Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader

summary. Gothic

— (a/n): I kinda love this !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀斕⠀⠀⠀(⒛)⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑⠀⠀⠀横᜴⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐈

Midnight Conversations Among the Bones– When the ship docks at an island, you always seem to find the nearest graveyard, admiring the artistry of time-worn tombstones and tracing the names of forgotten souls with reverence. At first, Zoro thought it was just another one of your quirks, but over time, he finds himself sitting beside you, arms crossed, listening to your musings about the beauty of decay while the moon bathes you both in an eerie silver glow. He doesn’t say much, but the way he stays? That says everything.

The Swordsman and the Morbid Romantic – You see beauty in death, not as something tragic but as an inevitable masterpiece of time. Zoro, a man who has danced with death more times than he can count, finds himself mesmerized by your perspective. “You don’t fear it,” he mutters one evening, watching you cradle a delicate bird skull in your hands like a precious gemstone. “Nah,” you reply with a knowing smile. “It’s proof something once lived fiercely.” He never forgets those words.

Gifts That Raise Eyebrows (But He Loves Them) – While others bring flowers or sweets, you present Zoro with things like polished bones, antique daggers, or tiny vials of ash from places long forgotten. The first time you gifted him an ornately carved femur you found in the ruins of an abandoned temple, he held it up with a raised brow. “Huh. Guess that’s one way to remember the dead.” But later, you find it tucked carefully in his things—kept, not discarded.

Accidentally Creepy but Incredibly Endearing – You casually say things that make people shiver, but Zoro barely blinks. “I think skeletons are beautiful. Imagine all the things these bones have witnessed.” Or, “If I ever die, I’d like to be buried beneath a tree, so my body can feed its roots.” The crew gets goosebumps, but Zoro just nods, arms crossed, like you’ve said something completely reasonable.

Conversations with Brook Are… Interesting – The first time you meet Brook, you light up like you’ve seen the most stunning artwork in the world. “A talking skeleton? This is incredible! Brook, do you ever get lonely without your flesh?” The crew falls into stunned silence, expecting Brook to be unsettled, but instead, he’s thrilled! “Oh, what a fascinating question, Yohoho! Well, I do sometimes miss blinking… but I must say, I make an excellent coat rack now!” You and Brook become inseparable, exchanging poetic thoughts on the beauty of bones, much to the crew’s mild horror and Zoro’s mild amusement.

Love in the Graveyard – There’s something about old ruins and overgrown cemeteries that make you feel at peace. You’ll pull Zoro toward a moss-covered gravestone, asking him to sit with you as the wind whispers through the trees. “The dead don’t mind company,” you murmur, resting your head against his shoulder. He sighs but doesn’t move away, merely letting the weight of your presence sink into his bones like an unspoken promise.

A Different Kind of Swordfight – You are graceful in battle, moving like a wraith, with a presence that is both haunting and mesmerizing. Zoro watches the way you fight, your movements akin to the wind through forgotten ruins, and he wonders how someone so in tune with death can make even the act of violence look poetic. “You fight like a ghost,” he mutters after a particularly beautiful strike. You grin. “And you fight like a legend.”

You Collect Skulls, and Zoro Just Accepts It – Your room on the Sunny has little trinkets from your travels—delicate bones, preserved insects, ancient coins, and tiny vials of sand from places where battles were fought. When Nami sees a polished skull sitting on your shelf, she nearly drops her maps. “Why… why is that here?” You shrug. “It’s beautiful.” Meanwhile, Zoro, leaning against the wall, just grunts. “At least they don’t talk.”

The Poetry of the Macabre – Late at night, when the ship is quiet, you murmur words like incantations, reciting poetry about the fleeting nature of existence, about how even warriors turn to dust. Zoro listens, half-lidded eyes watching the way candlelight dances over your features. He’s never been one for poetry, but your words settle in his mind like a blade sliding into its sheath—fitting, sharp, undeniable.

“I’ll Carve Your Name Into Legend” – Zoro may not be poetic, but his actions are. He listens when you speak of tombstones and memories, of how people live on in the whispers of history. One day, after a particularly brutal battle, he places his sword down beside you and murmurs, “If I die before you, carve my name into something that lasts.” The words are gruff, but the meaning is clear. He wants you to be the one who remembers him. You press a palm against his cheek, smiling softly. “You’ll live long enough to carve your own legend, Zoro.

The Beauty of Bruises and Bite Marks - Zoro does not treat you like something fragile. He has seen the way you dance through battle, the way you smile at the sight of broken bones, the way your eyes shine with something dark and beautiful when blood is spilled. He knows better than to be gentle—not in the way others expect.

When he touches you, he does so with purpose, with a strength that leaves bruises along your hips, with a grip that lingers like the ghost of a battle won. And you? You relish it. You trace the marks he leaves on your skin like they are proof of something sacred, like they are relics of devotion carved into flesh.

“You like this too much,” he mutters one day, eyeing the faint bite mark on your collarbone, the way your fingers skim over it with something close to satisfaction.

You smirk, tilting your head so the candlelight catches the shadow of it against your skin. “What can I say? I like knowing I’ll still have a piece of you on me when morning comes.”

Zoro doesn’t respond—not with words. Instead, he pushes you down, lips ghosting over the same spot, teeth grazing, and you shudder because you know he’s going to leave another.

Even the Grave Will Not Take This Away - There is something poetic about your love—something eternal, something that will not be erased even when your bodies turn to dust. If death ever comes for you first, you know Zoro will not mourn in the way most do. He will not weep, will not break. He will carve your name into something permanent, something unshaken by time, as if daring the universe to forget you.

And if death ever comes for him first, you will not cry either. You will stand at his grave, dressed in black, fingers tracing the edge of his name with a strange, almost reverent smile. “I hope it was as good as this,” you’ll whisper to the wind, because you know—no matter how glorious his end may be, no matter how sharp the final moment—nothing will have ever felt as real, as consuming, as the love you shared.

Even death will be jealous of what you had.

[makeitworse]

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˖ ࣪✦ su-bong × f reader | nsfw dc, mdni

su-bong’s reaping the consequences of seducing you into sharing his drug addiction.

c/w: dark themes! smoking, drug addiction (forced usage), very toxic relationship, cheating, abuse & violence, choking, non/dubcon rough sex, jealousy & possessiveness a/n: corruption kink if it backfires. thank you for all the love on my dark fics!! they will only get worse part two here ♡

ash made a pile on the floorboards as it dropped from the cigarette idly burning between su-bong’s fingers. bouncing his leg, his eyes were trained on the clock from the couch. hours had ticked by at this point. his mind had conjured every possible scenario as to where you were at this time - and none of them ended with you coming home to him.

still, he repeats his little newfound cycle of taking a drag from the cigarette, calling you once or twice (which had piled up to the hundreds at this point), and getting so fucking angry that he scans the room for something to punch holes into. he doesn’t, though - there wouldn’t be anything left for when you do come home. if you do.

su-bong scoffs at the irony of his position. he just wanted to stop hearing you complain about his vice, so he lured you into dark waters with him. but then you plunged deep underneath, and it was all too much for him to stay afloat. now he’s the one chain-smoking on the couch wondering who you must be fucking at this hour.

he loved it, at the start. oh how you’d sob when he’d stumble through the door as dawn broke. how you’d hold him like you thought he was gone for good this time. how you’d beg and plead for him to just stay home for once.

and then you realised his promises were just to buy himself more patience with you. your concern boiled into resentment. su-bong was sick of being scolded every time he, god forbid, popped a pill to take the edge off.

“you’re so worked up all the time, babe. would you smoke a lil’ weed with me?”

he loved corrupting your sweet doe eyes into red saucers. it started with just weed, because it was the first time in months you could tolerate conversation with each other. now don’t you see why he likes getting high so much?

you may as well just swallow this pill, just this once. and maybe again - it wasn’t so bad last time remember? why don’t we snort this together?

he wanted to share his revelry with you. you didn’t have to worry or scold him. you were both fucked, and he loved it.

until you loved it more than he did.

su-bong squashes his cigarette into the pile of butts mounted on the coffee table ashtray. fuck, he’s tired. he doesn’t know how you managed to do this every other night, worried sick about whether he was alive or dead for hours on end. it’s masochistic.

su-bong’s dozes off, and he thinks he must be dreaming when the door creaks open.

his eyes snap open with the thud of your back shutting the door. and there you are at last: red eyes blown wide open, mascara and lipstick smudged. hair wild in knots, tights ripped with claw marks. what a fucking night you’ve had, huh?

su-bong watches as you take a moment to collect yourself, leaning against the door and panting with a grin. you finally take notice of him.

“oh hey, baby.” you drag your feet across the floor to su-bong, planting a hand in his purple hair and ruffling it. “what’re you doin’ up at this time?”

“where the fuck were you?”

you sigh at his sharp tone, and your giddy grin fades. “out.”

“where?”

“su-bong, relax.” your hand fell from his head as you kick off your heels and place your bag on the kitchen island. “i’m home, aren’t i?”

“like i know what the fuck you’ve been doing.” su-bong spat. “tell me where you went.”

“ohhhhh,” you giggled. su-bong tensed with rage. “nam-gyu said he had your number..”

“nam-gyu?! that junkie from pentagon?” he crossed the room over to you in strides. “the fuck you doin’ out with him when i’m right fucking here?”

“oh my godddd, he was just showing me around the place. want an invite next time?”

“like i fucking believe that.”

su-bong’s knuckles had paled from clenching his fists. he watched you peel off your frayed tights - he could only imagine all the hands on you. you rolled your eyes.

“what, you wanna put a finger up my pussy to see if it’s any looser?”

“i’m not fucking kidding.” he snatched your jaw into his hand with a hard grip. “look at your eyes. what the fuck did you take?”

your face splits into a sleazy smile. su-bong feels his face twitch. his blood was buzzing from the adrenaline.

his mouth goes dry as he asks: “did you fuck him?”

you don’t respond - his eyes scan your face, searching for something, anything. tell me i’m wrong. but your gaze is unflinching. you couldn’t give less of a shit.

su-bong hears it before he registers what he happened.

the cracking in the air. the burning of his palm. and then he sees you: head lolled over your shoulder, red blooming onto your cheek.

“shit, shit-” he hit you. “baby- i’m sorry.. fuck, i-”

“you know,” you raised your head, meeting his gaze. his stomach dropped when he saw your lip split open. his ring must’ve cut you there. you flicked your tongue out to lick the blood.

“nam-gyu fucked me better than you ever could.”

su-bong shoved you into the countertop, pinning you together by your waists. “you fucking bitch!”

“isn’t that what you wanna hear?” you cooed. “hm baby? want me to tell you what positions we d-?”

you choked out as he snatched your neck with a bruising grip of his hand.

su-bong’s chest was heaving. maybe it’s just the way you giggle and press your body further into his, but suddenly su-bong’s crashing his open mouth onto yours.

the kiss is rough and harsh, teeth and tongues clashing. is that you moaning or him? su-bong didn’t realise just how much he missed you. he’d been mindlessly bucking his boner into you like you’re already fucking.

it’s not enough. he fumbles with his waistband in a rush to free his cock. the tip smears pre-cum onto your dress, and he wastes no time pulling the hem up over your stomach.

he goes to pull your panties to the side, and he freezes. the tag was sticking out from the front.

you reach for him, whining about why he stopped. he swats your hand away from his face.

“why the fuck is it on backwards?”

his head was reeling. he watches you stare at him, the cogs turning behind your eyes. you were starting to think clearer now.

in one motion, you move your panties aside and wrap a tight hand around his dick. su-bong groans, and you coo: “what are you gonna do about it?”

he’s not sure if you pull him in or he pushes into you, but after sliding his dick into your warmth, he fucks you with a bruising pace.

he has a tight grip on your jaw to keep you staring at him. he needs to remind you where home is.

“don’t ever go out without me again.” he says breathlessly between his own pants. “i’ll fucking kill him.”

you laugh. “like i didn’t used to bawl my eyes out thinking you’d overdosed in some whore’s bed.”

he’s slamming into your pelvis, spitting out cusses. his eyes are wild with rage. “you are mine.”

“you made me this.”

his hips stutter as he cums. but it doesn’t feel good. he can’t look at you. he can’t face what he’s done.

he keeps his head bowed as he catches his breath. bored, you pull him out - he hisses at your touch.

you pull your dress back down. “well don’t act ungrateful now.”

you pat his shoulder, moving past him.

“oh, and i didn’t do shit with him, by the way. nam-gyu. he’d be such a shitty lay.”

“then who was it?” he murmured.

you already in the bathroom, shouting a ‘huh?’. nevermind.

it doesn’t matter. we’ll go to bed, and in the morning we won’t talk about this. we never will. because if he admits you’re too far gone, he has to admit he did this to himself.

it’s almost like you’re pushing him until he snaps. you’re waiting for the day he tries intervening with your addiction, acting like he ever cared about your wellbeing. you’ll get to look him in the eye and tell him, “isn’t this what you wanted?”

[sunnyferr]

his worst nightmare

W: angst!!!

GNreader!

I've been a bit lost these past few months, and I'm feeling more down than usual, let me spread my anxiety to you all ;)

Trafalgar Law:

Law's worst nightmare is found in his own dreams. The heart-wrenching shot echoes in his mind almost every night; he wakes up abruptly, heart racing and drenched in sweat, trying to escape his bed and rush to wash his face for a dose of reality. But since you've been with him… the dream changed. He saw you in Doflamingo's hands, holding a gun, and he watched as the trigger was slowly squeezed. In his nightmare, he was shackled in seastone, unable to do anything about it, with his heart pounding like crazy, millions of memories flooding his mind.

All he could hear was the sound of the trigger.

Desperately, Law sits up and starts to lightly tap next to his bed to confirm you’re there. And there you were, sleeping peacefully, while his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat from the scare. However, to be sure you were okay, he placed a finger on your neck, feeling your calm, steady pulse. It felt like he came back to life when he felt your heartbeat; it was just another nightmare.

Roronoa Zoro:

Losing you is his worst nightmare (ironic, right?). But it’s not just losing you somewhere; losing you physically on some island is one of his greatest fears. When you guys got separated at Sabaody, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. For Zoro, the crew is everything he has and MUST protect, but if he can't protect you, who will he protect? More than once, he dreamt he lost you, seeing blood trailing from your body, tears welling in his eyes. He definitely couldn’t sleep in the afternoon after that nightmare.

Deep down, he knows you're strong, but how strong are you really? That’s something he often wonders when he closes his eyes. In other dreams, he’s running through a forest, looking for you, trying to follow blood-stained tracks. Did he run out of time? Did he arrive too late?

When he wakes up in the middle of the night, while everyone else is asleep, he quietly enters to see you lying there, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.

Now he can sleep easy knowing you’re okay.

Portgas D. Ace:

His dreams are peculiar, really strange, but he dreams that by giving you a hug, he’s slowly burning you like a piece of paper. The tighter he holds, the more ashes fall at his feet, while small tears roll down his own cheeks. Is the intensity of his love hurting you? Or did he never know how to take care of the delicate piece of paper that you are? Guilt consumes him as he watches your ashes flutter in the strong wind.

He doesn’t sit up abruptly; he slowly opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what the hell he just dreamt about, his hands trembling slightly as he rakes them through his messy hair. He’s tousling his hair as if sorting out his jumbled thoughts.

He’ll talk about this with you in the morning; he doesn’t want to have doubts about how things are going. He just wants to express what he feels.

COMMISSIONS OPEN!

[turtle-paced]

Aren't the consequences Robert imposes after the Greyjoy Rebellion absurdly, implausibly light? Sure Balon gives up his presumptive heir, and at least one other Ironborn house does as well (the Blacktydes), but other than that Balon not just keeps his head but the Greyjoys remain a Great House, with all of their lands and wealth intact, as do those who supported them.

"Wealth" might be pushing the term a bit. This is how Theon introduces the Iron Islands to us:

"The islands are stern and stony places, scant of comfort and bleak of prospect. Death is never far here, and life is mean and meager. Men spend their nights drinking ale and arguing over whose lot is worse, the fisherfolk who fight the sea or the farmers who try and scratch a crop from the poor thin soil. If truth be told, the miners have it worse than either, breaking their backs down in the dark, and for what? Iron, lead, tin, those are our treasures. Small wonder the ironmen of old turned to raiding." Theon I, ACoK

When the common people are that poor, the nobility's not going to be rolling in it either.

Similarly, "intact" is also pushing the term. Again from Theon:

When last he'd seen Lordsport, it had been a smoking wasteland, the skeletons of burnt longships and smashed galleys littering the stony shore like the bones of dead leviathans, the houses no more than broken walls and cold ashes. Theon I, ACoK

So - I would say that Robert and company rolled in and thoroughly stomped on Balon's rebellion. Afterwards, though:

Robert could be merciful. Ser Barristan was scarcely the only man he had pardoned. Grand Maester Pycelle, Varys the Spider, Lord Balon Greyjoy; each had been counted an enemy to Robert once, and each had been welcomed into friendship and allowed to retain honors and office for a pledge of fealty. So long as a man was brave and honest, Robert would treat him with all the honor and respect due a valiant enemy. Eddard XII, AGoT

Once Robert had trashed the Iron Islands, confiscated Balon's only remaining male heir, and extracted a pledge of fealty from Balon, he was essentially done. He didn't have the inclination (or the energy) to pursue a grudge. So he left matters there. It's entirely consistent with Robert's character.

[souperbloom]

hey! i love your ash and luke one shots so i was wondering if maybe we can get a soft dom cal? something like he comes home late from a studio session and you get mad because you had plans for that night, so he begs for forgiveness by eating you out lol

i love your brain anon. this one was fun as hell.

enjoy some soft!dom cal <3 xoxo

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apologies. [C.H.]

🎸boyfriend!cal

the ask pretty much told y’all everything you need to know. kissy.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, angst if u squint, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk/praise, squirting.

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"Are you guys fuckin’ coming, or what?"

"Yeah, just— gimme’ another hour. We’ll be there…"

"Swear?"

"Fuckin’ swear, Ang."

You were lying.

You knew damn well you were lying. And so did your best friend, Angie.

Also known as; the one on the phone, that had been pestering you about your plans to go out for the last three hours.

You’d been stalling for a third of that time, which you weren’t proud of. These plans had been made weeks in advance and the only thing stopping you from just getting up and leaving right now was your rather untimely boyfriend.

Calum was the type to let time slip right through his fingers. He was terrible at managing how he spent that time, let alone keeping an eye on the clock. Especially when he was at the studio with the boys.

So you weren’t surprised when he had told you he’d be home to get changed at 10:30— yet now, it was well past midnight.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you toss your phone on the side of the couch. Your long sleeve ‘going out’ top was riding up your back and furthering the anger that was boiling right through you.

"Fuckin’ hell, Cal…" You mumble to yourself, talking into open air with nobody to reprimand, nobody to yell at and let off steam.

You were alone.

The clock on the cable box blinked 12:32. An hour and a half later than the original time of your plans. You were about ready to storm out of your apartment and leave a long, shitty note for Cal to read about just how angry he had made you; but you knew deep down that you’d have a better time with him at your side. You loved him, for fuck’s sake.

Too damn much, sometimes.

Just when you thought a little too hard about putting your shoes on, you hear the familiar sound of keys rattling against the door. It was more frantic than usual; most likely due to the sweaty hands that were manning them.

You snap your head around to watch the door bust open, revealing your panting boyfriend who had probably just run up the five flights of stairs it took to get to your apartment.

He was never a fan of waiting for the elevator.

"Hi, hi, baby— hi— I’m— I’m here, I’m here." An exasperated chuckle laces through your boyfriend’s words as he tried with all of his might to kick the door closed and take his coat off at the same time.

But you just sat there. Your legs crossed, your arms folded— the most scornful, disapproving gaze in your eye.

"You’re late, Cal," you say, disdain rattling off your tongue like a viper.

"I— I know, baby. Fuck, I’m sorry. Lost track of time… fuckin’ around when I shouldn’t have been. But— I’m here now. I’m here."

His words were coming out jumbled and frantic, while still running around like a chicken with its’ head cut off. He had ventured towards the kitchen island, dropping his keys and taking off his beanie that shielded him from the crisp fall winds.

His cheeks were glowing red, still laminated with the sweat it took to get him up five flights of stairs. Yet he hadn’t even made eye contact with you.

"We made these plans weeks ago." You try your best at remaining stern with him, sitting still.

"I know, I know, I know, I know…" Calum was now migrating towards your bedroom, his voice growing faint and trailing off as he exited. You watched the empty hallway; the sounds of rummaging through drawers, opening and slamming them shut was already pissing you off more than you’d like to admit. Your leg was bobbing impatiently now, trying to think of any kind of way to cool yourself off before you burst into flames.

Or, tears.

"Cal—." Your voice cracks slightly, to no response.

"Calum." You try again, a bit louder this time.

His head finally pops around the corner of the door frame. "What?"

"Just—" Your sentence breaks with a sigh, dropping your head into your hand as you pinch the bridge of your nose, "—forget it."

"What?" He steps out into the hallway completely, dropping his hands to his sides.

"Forget it, Cal… I-I don’t even wanna’ go anymore."

The clothes that were once in his hands drop to the hardwood floor as he rushes over to you on the couch.

"Hey,” he tries to console, "don’t say that."

"What’s the point? We’re already two hours late! Angie’s one phone call away from ripping my goddamn head off!" You can’t help but huff, dropping your head into your hands.

"Y/N, I’m really sorry." Calum voice rings soft, and sweet— but there was nothing more that you wanted to do than wring out his fucking neck.

"Just— drop it, Calum. I’m already in a shitty mood."

You hated being so mean.

Each time you yelled at him was like the snapping of one of your heart strings. But despite that tightness in your chest, he needed to know how much this affected you. Whether you liked it or not.

Calum stays quiet for a moment, seemingly nervous to say the wrong thing or misstep. He was always so cautious with you, never picking a fight. Even though you’ve picked many.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asks, squatting down to be level with your sunken face.

"No."

"I could… run you a bath?"

You shake your head. "Nuh uh."

"I could make you dinner?"

"I already ate."

When you peek out from between your fingers, you notice Calum’s lips pushed to the side. He braces his hands on your knees, still crouching and trying to get some sort of read on your face.

He could tell you weren’t happy.

And he fucking hated that.

"Can I see that pretty face?"

That almost got a smile out of you, but you opted just to shake your head.

"I’m not sure how else to say I’m sorry, my girl." His thumb starts a cadence of soothing circles around the outside of your knees.

"Try saying it in French," you mumble, rubbing your tired eyes.

Calum sucks his teeth, "Ouch."

Growing impatient and just about ready for bed, you sit upright. Faced with Calum for the first time since he bust through the door.

His heather green flannel was slouching on his shoulders, looking beat up from the 10 hour day he’d spend working in the studio. His curls hung lowly over his big brown eyes, in desperate need of a trim.

It was taking everything inside of you not to grab his face and tell him how much you loved him, because in spite of all this, you still did.

He was an expert at pissing you off, and it only made you love him more.

"There’s my beautiful girl," he says upon seeing you, smiling meekly, still trying to get your spirits up.

"’Don’t feel it."

"Why not?"

"’Cause you piss me off."

Cal chuckles, squeezing your kneecaps and adjusting his squatted position.

"Can’t really argue with that."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment; the decorative string lights from behind your couch were twinkling in his chocolatey irises, and painting him out to be some sort of angel. His pretty cherub cheeks were still rosy from rushing around and quite frankly, it suited him.

You’ve fallen too damn hard.

"Y’know, I thought of another way to make it up to you."

"Yeah?" You quip, leaning back on the couch cushions.

"Mhm."

His hands were still lingering, moving up to massage your exposed thighs that were now catching a draft from your lack of movement. You had planned to wear this outfit on the day you told Angie you’d be there tonight. So the fact that you were still in it, yet not where you said you’d be, was making your blood boil.

"Gonna buy me back all the time I wasted getting ready for tonight?" You seethe lowly, trying not to sound too bitchy yet coming across as the bitchiest bitch in the world.

Calum frowns, his Doc Martens squeaking against the hardwood floor as he adjusts his posture, "You’re really good at that."

"Good at what?" You muse, chuckling through your nose.

"Firing the shit I pull right back at me. It’s sexy."

"Don’t try to butter me up, Cal. I know I’m sexy. Hence why it took me an hour and a half to get ready."

For some odd reason, your whiny complaints and moody comments towards Calum didn’t seem to be effecting him. They were bouncing off his puffed up chest like he was made of rubber. He was used to your incessant need to be on time, and how he was quite literally your antithesis.

But those witty remarks you kept throwing at him were one of the things he loved most about you. Which is why he kept egging you on.

"I’m really sorry, baby. I’m really sorry I wasted your time."

You try your hardest to bite back a smile, but it doesn’t go over well. "You should be."

Without another word, Calum is dropping down to his knees and suddenly, your heart is racing.

"Can I make it up to you," his hand creeps towards the hemline of your skirt, "like this?"

"I’ll consider it," you nod, trying to seem unbothered by your boyfriend’s large, weathered hands, "But what’s in it for me?"

"Trust me, baby. It’ll be all about you. You won’t have to move a muscle and I swear, on everything I love…"

His fingers stretch across the width of your thighs, prying open your legs with a wicked grin.

"… I’ll have your fuckin’ legs shaking like crazy within the next ten minutes."

Your face flushes, hands subconsciously gripping onto the couch cushions down at your sides at your boyfriend’s promise. He’s still gleaming up at you, waiting for your approval; he’s never the type to handle you without your permission.

"The journey to forgiveness is a long, winding road… But this is definitely a good start, Calum. Well done."

Despite your cool, agile reply, your heart continues to thump out of your ribcage when you see how your unnerving boyfriend reacts to the sound of his own name. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with that smile still painted onto his cheeks.

"Keep fuckin’ talking like that. See where you end up."

You scoff playfully, "Is that a threat, Mr. Hood?"

"Not a threat, my girl… It’s a promise."

His hands are dancing dangerously close to your underwear now, having crept up your skirt without you even noticing. But you hadn’t a care in the world. You were merely turned on by the sight of him, so eager to please you. So ready for your forgiveness.

"Fuck, you’re good," you groan, letting a whimper slip past as well, "Show me how sorry you really are, then."

In no time, Calum is leaving a sultry trail of kisses up your thigh. You hiss at the feeling of his cool lips against you; having not felt them since the last time the two of you fucked. Which was about four days ago.

He had been quite busy in the studio with the band’s upcoming album, so times like these were a novelty. Not like you minded much, any quality time spent with Calum was worth a million years.

And besides, he’s damn good at it. Why tamper with an already perfect system?

"I know what I said, but can you do somethin’ for me?" Your boyfriend’s head pops up from beneath your skirt with sparkly eyes.

"Mh, depends." You reply lazily.

"Wanna hear you, baby. Wanna hear that pretty voice."

"That won’t be an issue," you smile, lifting your upper half from the couch, "You may have to earn it though…"

Calum’s eyebrow quirks, looking like he’s just about ready to wipe that catty smile right off of your face.

"Since when are you the one to give orders around here?"

You sit up even further to spit back, "Since you decided to fuck around with your boyfriends and make us miss our fucking plans."

There isn’t even an opportunity for you to say any more, since Calum had decided to grip the backs of your thighs and yank you to the edge of the couch. He lifts your legs, ripping your panties off swiftly and tossing your knees over his shoulders before you can even blink.

You gasp at the sudden dynamic change, shallow breaths barely escaping your throat as your boyfriend is now heaving as well. His once angelic brown eyes had shifted to something darker.

Somebody needed to pinch you. You must be dreaming.

"Watch that mouth," he growls lowly, that soft demeanor of his slightly peeking through his cold exterior, "Not gonna tell you again."

Your face drops, now nodding like a desperate mess.

"I don’t care how sorry I am. Good girls get their way, bad girls don’t. And we both know that, don’t we my baby?"

"Yes— yes sir."

"Gonna be good for me?"

You nod again, fingernails digging into the couch cushions as his apology has not only become something you really really wanted—

It was now something you needed.

"Please, Cal. Promise… Promise I’ll be good for you."

He smiles, and a familiar warmth settles back into the pit of your stomach as he kisses both of your knees.

"That’s my fuckin’ girl."

Sweat begins to pool across your forehead when the first kiss is planted on your inner thigh. You writhe above him, patiently waiting for his mouth to travel down to where you needed it to be.

But patience runs thin in moments like these, especially since Calum was such a fucking tease.

"Cal, baby— please…"

Another couple of kisses later and you’re still feeling unfulfilled. At this point, his head was so far deep into your skirt that you could only see the frosty tips of his unruly curls. He hears your plea, nodding slowly.

"Getting there, pretty. Getting there…"

A shock wave zaps your spine the moment he makes contact with your clit. Your body jolts, feeling the slow rhythm of his tongue toying with your sensitive bud.

"Jesus fuck—" You sigh, trying to fulfill the promise of letting him hear you while simultaneously trying to lasso your head back onto your shoulders.

Calum hums happily, which sends another wave of flutters down your body. You were so damn sensitive, and your boyfriend knew it too. But when his head was between your legs, he never seemed to think, or care about anything else.

He flattens his tongue against your dripping slit, making sure to move slowly and pay attention how long it took him to drag his tongue from one part, to the next. You’re still wriggling around, but Cal’s got his arms locked around your thighs.

You couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

"Just— just like that, baby… Keep— keep doing that."

The blood rushes to your head when he finds that particularly sweet spot with the tip of his tongue; he’s moaning, you’re moaning, it was like a symphony of desperate pleas. Your hands fly to meet his head, fingers getting tangled in his chocolatey curls as he starts to use his nose in cohesion with his tongue.

"Fuck me, you’re magic, Cal…"

He hums again. Of course, he agrees. He knows he’s the only one who could ever make you feel this way, and he was damn proud of it.

Apology: accepted.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

That familiar crash of adrenaline was beginning to wash over you, your stomach began twisting in knots as each tug of Calum’s hair produced more and more pressure onto your pussy. He was chipping away at you, collecting your juices onto his tongue and savoring each and every flavor of you. By the sounds he was making, you could only assume that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Cal, baby… I’m close. Gonna’ cum… gonna’ cum really soon."

You say the magic words. Your lower half was already preforming backflips at only the flick of his tongue, but that euphoria heightened when he took it upon himself to pop his head up and start using his fingers instead.

He dips one finger inside of your dripping heat, his face slicked with your wetness as he finds your eyes for the first time since he started. Your mouth hangs open, trying your hardest to keep the eye contact as he begins to speak.

"Forgive me, baby? I’m really, really, really sorry."

You nod wearily through a breathy moan, attempting to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

"Y—yes… Yes Cal, I—"

Your sentence is cut short by the feeling of a second finger entering you, curling up to brush against that sweet spot with each new stroke.

"Yes what? You forgive me? Say it like you mean it, my girl… I know you can do it."

His taunting words pull another moan from your throat. He’s still looking at you with hooded eyes, enjoying every second of watching you fall apart. You weren’t sure what had gotten into your sweet boy tonight, but you definitely didn’t mind it.

"Yes. Yes, baby— I— I forgive you," you breathe, that swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach ready to burst, "I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you…"

Calum nods, his teeth sunk deeply into his bottom lip as he watches the obscene ways of your impending orgasm. If he was more honest with himself, your face alone could’ve had him coming on the spot. But he would never admit that. You always came first.

"Yeah? You mean it?" He asks another question. You swore this was some sort of game.

"Yes baby, I— I mean it—!"

Your breathing picks up, Calum’s fingers now moving a bit sloppily, yet keeping that steady rhythm that was driving you up the walls. The pressure building in your lower half was unfamiliar, drawing quick confusion out of you mere seconds before your orgasm.

"Cal, wait— I—"

Alarm bells were blaring in your head, now that Calum had taken his other, freer hand to press his palm flat onto your stomach. He knew what was coming, but you didn’t have a clue.

"Let it go for me, my girl. Let me hear it. Fuckin’ give it t’ me."

Not only does your orgasm rip through your body like a whip cracking down onto pavement, a new sensation was felt the moment Cal told you to let go. A spurt of wetness coats his fingers and the lower half of his face, bringing you to immediately go stark white.

Your chest is heaving, coming down from the high that your boyfriend had just whipped you through. He beat the clock and kept his promise, that’s for damn sure.

"What just— what the fuck. What the fuck, Cal?" You giggle through the comedown, watching Calum triumphantly admire his digits that were now soaked with you. The feeling of you. The taste of you.

"Think you just accepted my apology in more ways than one, baby," your beau chuckles, wiping his face with the back of his fist.

"I can’t believe I just did that," you mumble meekly, now slightly self-conscious as you realized what had just occurred.

Calum scoffs with a shrug, "I can, are you kidding? I knew you had it in you. And all it took was me fucking up to get it out."

"Don’t put it like that," you cringe, scrunching your nose, "Makes it weird."

Calum then begins a slow rhythm of massaging your thighs, something he always does whenever you’re coming down from one of your highs.

"Okay. Won’t make it weird. But let me ask you this— are you still mad?"

You raise your eyebrows, still flustered, watching him lean upward to rest his elbows on your legs. His flannel was in a disarray, as were his curls; you were so wrapped up in admiring him that the thought of anger never even crossed your mind.

"Mad about what?" you ask innocently.

"Mhm," he hums, before leaning in to peck you gently on the lips, "Exactly."

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 140 (Rafa's Loyalty)

Though he left to reap two souls in other parts of Simlandia before their arrival, Grim was back to meet the Landgraabs' jet at the Sulani airport before leading the way to the shack where Ash had been held captive. The place had become an active crime scene, so Felix, Lilith, Rafa, and Melissa were all still around to answer questions - even though the story they'd given the Sulani police force was a ruse.

They'd rehearsed until sunrise, because the Landgraabs were too well known for a tale of time-travelling kidnappers to remain off the news. Not even Malcolm's own network, Simlandia National, would resist throwing their reporter and his family to the proverbial wolves over such sensational headlines.

But once Ash was safely reunited with his family, Felix cleared his throat as he glanced nervously toward Rafa. The man's cold, empty stare had eased somewhat, but not entirely. "Are you ready to tell them what you told me before sunrise?" wondered Felix cautiously. "The cops are done here for now; they can't hear you."

Rafa frowned, but with a fitful nod he started talking. "We told the cops it was hitmen, and they nodded along like they knew exactly who we were talking about. I killed them in self-defense and they said no one would press charges, but the hitmen were hired by Marco, the man with the tattoo on his face who grabbed Ash from the park in San Myshuno yesterday."

Conrad frowned as he recalled a name from the police database. "Ximena's known associate, Marco Peralta? He's been off the grid for years. No one knows where he is."

Rafa nodded. "He looked a lot older than the last time I saw him a few years ago. The tattoo on his face is new. I knew he'd recognize me so I told him I knew Ximena was in prison, but I was still on her side. I told him whatever he was doing, I wanted to help him. When he realized he'd landed in Sulani, and when, he called some hitmen he'd worked with out here. They're into smuggling kava on top of taking out people for money or working security, but they keep the islands for themselves. No Los Tigres, but still no wonder the cops didn't want to open an investigation into their deaths, I guess."

"No one's visited Ximena since she got booked at Brindleton Prison," Conrad insisted. Rafa exchanged nervous glances with Felix, Melissa, and Lilith before taking a deep breath.

"Marco used a remote or something to send him and Ash ahead ten years so he could give the boy to Ximena. In the future. I asked why, and Ximena told him she needs him for something, but he got paid and said he'd jumped before, so he didn't ask any more questions."

"Jumped? What do you mean 'jumped?'"

"Time travel. A little over a decade from now, Ximena's free and still trying to destroy your life. This time, she wanted to hit when you'd least suspect it and wouldn't be able to pin it on her, knowing she's still got some time behind bars and no calls logged in her prison records. But he said the remote snapped and the travel didn't work, sending them here where he had to wait for someone to bring him another one to try again. He said he'd called about it and expected the replacement pieces in a day or two."

"From who?"

Rafa shrugged. "He didn't get that far before we got back to the shack."

"Marco told you all of this before you killed him? Did he say who was sending it?"

"The officers took his phone into evidence before they moved the bodies," explained Felix, adding with a hopeful lilt, "They seem fairly competent, so it should get logged correctly."

Rafa nodded, a pained expression dragging over his sharp cheekbones. "I know you'll never stop asking me, but I changed my mind. I'm going to turn myself in," he announced quietly.

Conrad's stomach lurched, a torrent of emotions racing through him as Rafa's lip curled to speak of his sister. "Ximena saved me from Selvadorada because she knew the cartel kidnapped kids, and now - or years from now, I guess - she's still after her enemies? Taking kids and working with time travellers! It's insane. She'll come after me, you and your family...She'll come after Mel. I can't let her do it. I'll tell law enforcement everything I know that she's done. I'll face my charges, too. I don't want to live on the run for the rest of my life."

"I know what Felix told you about the possibility of no jail time, but there's no guarantee-"

"I know."

Conrad wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, relief washing over him as he realized this would finally be over after almost five years. "Thank you. For that, and for tonight. It couldn't have been easy..."

Rafa looked away quickly, shrugging it off with just as much speed. "It's fine. They probably would have killed us if I didn't do it first."

Heather glanced at the man Conrad cared for like a brother, replaying in her mind everything she'd thought of him in the years since she'd learned of his existence. None of those thoughts mattered now he'd saved her son, and she offered him a warm smile.

"Conrad and I will do anything we can to convince a judge to be lenient. I'm more grateful for what you did for Ash than I could ever express."

Rafa nodded. "You're welcome. Once I sell out my sister, Conrad will be the closest thing I have to family. I didn't help Ash just for me."

Heather smiled. "If you're like family to Conrad, you're like family to me. Thank you."

For close to five years, they'd all kept Nancy Landgraab in the dark, and Ash's grandmother fumed as she surveyed the shack with Geoffrey and Malcolm. "How dare they not mention this to me? Now that girl with green hair is trying to convince me her boyfriend is an innocent man. A wanted member of a cartel! If I had any idea a cartel was causing problems for my grandson, I would have increased security."

"Of course you would have," Geoffrey agreed. "Try to stay focused on the fact Ash is safe. We're going to take him home."

"No, we're not, because Malcolm handed over custody without a fight when Ash was a baby. Before Conrad and his past ever became an issue...And those Watcher-awful men kept poor Ash in this squalid place!"

"I know you've been holding this in since we boarded the jet, but it's still not the time, Nancy."

Outside, Ash was already smiling. "Can we stay for a holiday and climb up to the mouth of the volcano? I shouldn't have to go back to school so soon after being kidnapped!"

"Sorry, but school's a safer place for you right now than the mouth of a volcano," Conrad reasoned. "Besides, your mom has a doctor's appointment in a few days."

Ash looked to his mother with confusion as she patted her stomach. "Yesterday, Conrad and I found out we're having another baby."

"You are? Really?! When!?"

"About seven months from now."

"Wow! By then we'll have Captain Whitaker, too, and you'll have the new clinic! I hope it's a brother this time!"

Heather and Conrad smiled. They were headed for a busy year, indeed, but the impending stress meant nothing compared to their jubilation that Ash was okay.

With a wave of gratitude for his unearthly helper, Ash sent Grim off to continue his work reaping souls.

Time travel, and these new revelations about Ximena, were a problem for another day. For now, they just wanted to go home. ->

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BONUS: Heather full on side-eyeing me for inserting Malcolm at the last minute because I forgot him initially. 😂 In my defense, he didn't even meet Ash until he was a year old by his own choice, and I had to force him to visit via his domineering parents.

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A fic rec of One Direction fics in which Louis is sad in the story as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers. You can find my other fic recs here.

- Louis / Harry -

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(M, 182k, slow burn) In Louis’ opinion Amsterdam is so overrated, and now that he moved here he can see all its flaws: it’s always raining (even more than in London), he’s lonely and everyone he meets is unfriendly and distant; but, above all, he misses his family like crazy, confined here.

💧 burn to ash by bethaboo / @bethaboolou

(E, 116k, canon) the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

💧 ocean tides you home (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(M, 88k, Eroda) Harry is a lonely and depressed popstar who sailed out of his hometown on Eroda years ago to chase his dreams. He comes back to the island only to find his shining childhood best friend Louis just as cold and dreary as the island they grew up on.

💧 Plant New Seeds in the Melody by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(E, 58k, grief) After losing his husband in a tragic car accident, the last thing Louis needs is to keep running into popstar Harry Styles, who David was quite fond of.

💧 The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything

(E, 51k, time travel) Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

💧 make this feel like home by @soldouthaz

(E, 43k, neighbors) The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

💧 Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 31k, omegaverse) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

💧 like a timebomb ticking by @infinitelymint

(M, 31k, canon) Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

💧 Sunflower: Vol. 1 by @ourownstrings

(M, 26k, florist Harry) “Real farmers love mornings.” Louis hated that sentiment. But then he wasn’t a real farmer. He just got stuck in the family business and drags himself to the farmers market where he put on his best sunny sales pitch. 

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(E, 22k, friends to lovers) A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. 

💧 You Were Mine by @brightlyharry

(E, 20k, established relationship) Harry and Louis hardly speak to each other unless they're fighting. Harry has ran out of ways to try to repair their broken marriage and Louis can't be bothered to even try. 

💧 Blinded by the Colors by @fallinglikethis

(M, 20k, canon divergent)  an It's A Wonderful Life Au where Louis Tomlinson realizes just how important he really is.

💧 You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax

(E, 15k, established relationship) Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

💧 The Orchards of Jessop by @jaerie

(E, 15k, quarantine) At age 40, there isn’t much excitement in widower Louis Tomlinson’s life, but wasn’t that the reason he’d moved to Jessop Island in the first place? Back then he hadn’t thought retiring before he reached 30 and moving to the countryside would mean that he’d be doing it alone.

💧 Every time that you get undressed (I hear symphonies in my head) by theboyfriendstagram

(E, 12k, uni) an AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn't believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis.

💧 Perfect Sky by @haloeverlasting

(M, 11k, vacation) Louis meets Marcel at the lowest point of his life. A few poorly timed jokes, and a cigarette (or twelve) later, Louis starts to think love’s not a sham after all.

💧 I Want To Come Home To You by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 1k, canon) the one where Louis is sad and lonely in Atlanta

- Rare Pairs -

💧 Not Your Fault But Mine by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 127k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) It's the beginning of Louis' second year at uni, and he's sharing a house with his four best friends in the world. This is going to be the best fucking year ever, Louis can just tell. The best fucking year ever.

💧 Always Keep You Next To Me by @lululawrence

(NR, 8k, Louis/Greg James) When Louis' twin dies, Louis decides to take the birthday road trip they were meant to take together with Will's best friend Greg instead.

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Maui Fires & How to Support Relief Efforts

(Posted on 8/10/23) Hi, I'm Jae and my family is from Lāhainā. I watched my hometown burn down this week. The fires caused immeasurable loss in my community so I'd like to spread awareness of the situation as well as provide links to support local organizations directly assisting survivors. I'm pretty sure most of my following is Not local so I'm writing with intent to inform people outside the situation, but if you're reading this and happen to have family in the affected area that isn't accounted for, message me and I can send you the links to the missing persons tracking docs + more localized info!! If you'd like to skip down to how to help and follow community organizations, scroll to the bottom of the post after the image.

Earlier this week, Hurricane Dora passed south of the Hawaiian Islands, bringing strong wind gusts that caused property damage across the islands. On Tuesday August 8, high winds caused sparks to fly in the middle of Lāhainā town, knocking out power lines and immediately igniting drought-ridden grasses. The fire spread quickly and destroyed the entire center of town, the harbor, and multiple neighborhoods including Hawaiian Homes (housing specifically for Native Hawaiians), parts of Lahainaluna, basically all of Front Street, and low-income housing units. There is only one public road in and out of town, and after a very hectic evacuation period that road has been mostly closed off except to emergency responders, thus it is extremely difficult for anyone to leave town to get help. The nearest hospital is 20 miles away in Wailuku, and most grocery stores in town have burnt down.

As of Thursday, August 10, over 1,000 acres have been burned and 271 structures (including homes, schools, and other community gathering places) have been destroyed. Cell service is still extremely spotty, many of the surrounding neighborhoods deemed safe for evacuees are still without utilities. There are currently confirmed 53 deaths but that number is expected to increase as search-and-rescue efforts continue. Countless families have been displaced and many have lost the homes they lived in for generations. Places of deep historical significance have been reduced to ash, including the gravesites of Hawaiian royalty, the old Lāhainā courthouse where items of cultural significance were stored, and Na ‘Aikane o Maui Cultural Center. To add further context: Lāhainā has a population of about 13,000 residents. EVERYONE I know has been impacted in some way--at best forced to evacuate, at worst their house was burnt to the foundation, they cannot find a loved one, etc. I'm still trying to track down family members and it's been over two days. My neighbors down the street had homes last week and now many don't have ANYTHING. The hotels are taking in residents (tourists are also being STRONGLY urged to leave so that locals can recover). Without open access to the rest of the island, Lāhainā residents are now dependent on whatever people had in their homes already as well as disaster relief efforts coming in, but it's been difficult to organize and mobilize due to the location + conditions. People who have made it out are in shelters where no blankets or medicine were provided. Friends and acquaintances from neighbor islands are preparing aid to send over. Community response has been incredible, but the toll on the town has been immeasurable. My parents were desperately walking through town yesterday, my mom sounded absolutely hollow talking about it on the phone with me. It's horrifying. Below is a satellite map with data from the NASA Fire Information for Resource Management System showing the impacted areas from the past week; all of the red blotches were on fire at some point in the last three days.

Here are ways you can help:

If you have the means to donate:

Here are three donation sites verified by Maui Rapid Response, which also lists FAQs for people who are wondering about next steps.

Hawaiʻi Community Foundation - Maui Strong Fund accepts international credit cards. Maui United Way

Maui Mutual Aid Non-monetary ways to support:

If you know anyone who is planning to travel to ANY Hawaiian island, not just Maui, tell them to cancel their trip. Resources are extremely limited as is. Advocate for climate change mitigation efforts locally, wherever that is for you. The fire was exacerbated by drought conditions that have worsened due to climate change.

Lastly, remember that these are people's HOMES that burned, and Native Hawaiian cultural artifacts that have been lost. Stop thinking of Hawaiʻi (or any "tourist destination" location, really) as an "escape" or a "paradise." If that's the only way you recognized my home... I'm glad I got your attention somehow, but I would ask that you challenge that perspective and prioritize local and native voices. For transparency, I don't currently live in Lāhainā, I've been following efforts from Honolulu. My parents and brother have been updating me and I've been following friends and family who are doing immediate response work. I'm doing my best to find reliable and current sources, but if I need to update something, please let me know. If you're going to try to convince me that tourism is necessary for our recovery, news flash ***IT'S NOT***!

Thanks for reading.