#moodboard concept

[scalpelandrose]

Ancient Spirit/Archaeology AU 🔍

A/N: Found some time at last to get to my Ancient Spirit/Archeology AU moodboard! 🔍 The setting for this is the geography of the OP world, but placed in the equivalent of our modern time.

🔍 Premise Below:

Robin is the lead archeologist for an excavation project concerning Ancient Hairong and discovered a hidden tomb a little ways outside the main city after months of research.

(Luffy mostly tagged along, Nami is an environmental archeologist, Franky & Usopp are field tool technicians, Zoro is weapons specialist, Sanji is the dig cook, Brook is a linguistic and acoustic specialist, etc.).

After more exploration, they found 5 chambers containing various artifacts and writings, before encountering a door that seemed to be covered in seals & talismans. Luffy being Luffy, was fiddling with a dragon statue in front of the door and removed a seal with good intentions to ask Robin about it, causing the door to the main tomb to open 😂 That’s how they found the forgotten body of Michelle, an ancient princess who was wrongfully murdered in a power struggle.

Law is a bioarcheologist & Chopper is his intern, and they were waiting to examine the new remains when Robin & Co. brought Michelle back to HQ. However, ever since they arrived in Hairong, Law had been plagued with dreams and visions of a mysterious woman and living in an ancient time, yet whenever he reached out to take her outstretched hand, she faded away.

Michelle’s spirit was not happy at being disturbed, so upon arriving at HQ, she made it known & manifested to terrorize those who woke her back into the world that caused her much agony (to Usopp’s horror), but for some reason, when her eyes fell on Law, she calmed down and disappeared, leading to everyone leaving into his hands to perform a quick examination. He opened the sarcophagus and to his surprise, found Michelle’s corpse in near-perfect condition, save for the black hollowness where her heart should be. He realized that she was the one who haunted his dreams.

When he sees her again in his dreams that night, she pleads him to help her find peace and closure to pass into the afterlife. This kickstarts a forensic archeology journey for the team, taking them across the country in search of her missing heart and some lost relics, which caused them to run into unsavory characters, like robbers, individuals who perpetuate that she was a traitor, and even the mastermind behind her downfall who was still pulling strings in the country, having consumed the fabled fruits of longevity. During the journey, Law learned through records surviving revisionist purges that he was Michelle’s cherished guard & lover in his past life (yet she didn’t tell him, bc they exist on different planes of being). They grow closer & savor intimate moments with another, before everything is settled, allowing her to pass onto the afterlife, which was bittersweet for Law, who felt much heartache.

A month later, Robin informs him that they hired a forensic specialist for their department team, seeing that they needed one after the previous fiasco. To his pleasant shock, a woman with Michelle’s exact face greeted him & he had a mind not to scoop her into his arms. However, once they were alone & she was settled in the desk across from him, she quietly says, “I’m sorry I took so long to come back to you…Law.”

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Tag List: @jazminetoad

[maybanksprincess]

size kink pt 2!

warnings: mean!jj, smut, rough sex, size kink, mild slapping, finger sucking, daddy kink, neck biting, choking, allusions to aftercare

pairings: mean!dom!jj x thick!reader

requested by @jjmaybankssurfergf i hope you like it sweetheart 💋 (meaner jj has me feral😩)

it was 12:06 at midnight, everyone in the chateau was asleep, but jj just had to get his hands on you. he pushed you down onto the bed of one of the empty rooms, and pinned ur wrists above your head.

his other hand worked to pull your lacy panties off. his grip on your wrists still remaining firm. when he gets them off, he shoves them in your mouth to muffle any protests.

he pulls his cargo shorts and dark blue boxers off, tossing them off to the side. he slaps his hard, girthy cock against your clit, causing you to shudder.

he teases your folds for a moment, before thrusting his cock in slowly. he grabs the back of your plushy thighs and pushes them up to your chest so he can get in deeper.

he leans down and bites your neck to muffle his own groans, he sees some drool trickling down your chin from around the panties, and he yanks them out of your mouth, replacing them with his fingers.

when you gag around his veiny fingers, his dick twitches slightly inside of you.

"dont make a fuckin' sound." he whispers in your ear lowly, before slamming into you roughly, his balls hitting your ass with every harsh thrust.

you try your hardest not to make noise and to be good, because you knew what would happen if you disobeyed him in this moment.

you try to speak around his fingers, earning a slap on your cheek from jj, the sting only doubling your pleasure.

"what did i jus' say, hm? be quiet baby. you dont want daddy to punish you, do you?" he emphasizes his words by, shoving his fingers farther down, making you gag and cough.

when he doesnt get a response, he slaps you again, a little rougher this time. "do you?" he repeats, his words more firm.

you shake your head quickly and mumble a "no." around his fingers, trying not to choke.

jj speeds up, pulling his fingers out your mouth to squeeze your throat. "no what?" he questions.

when you look up at him, you dont see those pretty ocean eyes, you see them replaced with dark blue, lustful eyes.

"n-no daddy." you cough out, your voice raspy and broken from the impact of his fingers and the ringed hand around your throat.

"thats exactly what i thought baby." he says, then removes his hand from around your throat, giving you a second to breathe before shoving three fingers down your throat this time.

he looks down at the big buldge his making between your pretty thighs.

"yur' gonna shut that pretty little mouth f' me, and cum around my dick. can you do that for daddy?" the last part of his sentences has a underlying tone of teasing to them.

"yes daddy." you moan around his fingers. but his pace never falters, he keeps rutting into you, moving your feet on his shoulders, and moving his hand from your plushy thighs to rub your clit as he keeps slamming into you.

"mm look at her squeezin' my cock like that. looks like shes turned on by daddy bein' mean, hm?" he adds with a smirk.

he chuckles darkly, as he watches you still whimper lowly around his fingers. not long after, the band in your stomach snaps, all the pressure leaving your body, and soaking his cock.

he leans down and bites your neck to muffle his groans as he cums inside you. little "mm"s and "ahh"s vibrate against your neck, for a few moments before he pulls out of you with a pop.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and admires the fucked out look on your face. the mascara dripping down your squishy cheeks almost makes his cock stir to life again, but he refrains himself.

he squeezes your thigh, and presses a firm kiss to it before getting up. "cmon sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up. maybe ill give you a reward for being so good and quiet for daddy."

[webbluvrsugar]

being Rafe’s little trophy wife is… a hell of a journey.

Marrying this man wasn’t the first thought you had in mind, not by a mile, he was crazy, — that’s what everyone else said, that he was a psychopath with anger issues and that he didn’t care about anyone else but himself — but as soon as you saw that this man was making big figures every year, you couldn’t help but lean into the offer, he needed a wife, wouldn’t hurt to play into the part and live into the luxury life he would offer even if you didn’t know him.

So now there you were, on a date in the dining table of a fancy restaurant he planned and reserved and that somehow, he managed to arrive late to. Sure, you looked a little pathetic with a glass of rosé wine on your hands and waiting for the man to arrive, but when he does, the view is worth the time.

“Sorry doll, meeting ran late.” He sits down in front of you, the waiter looks at you with a surprised expression as if he thought your date wouldn’t show up, you smirk through the corner of your lips.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him, putting down your glass. “I ordered some wine if you don’t mind?” You ask, he scoffs at you as if a bottle of rosé wine would make him go bankrupt.

“Nahh, it’s fine,” he adjusts in his chair, slightly manspreading as he places his hands on the table before looking away and calling the waiter with a simple nod. “Have you thought about what you’re eating?” The waiter places the menus down.

“Uhm.. no, I was waiting for you.” You take the menu into your fingers, opening it a hand to fiddle through the pages, he does the same.

“Waiting, huh? So polite, aren’t you?” He’s almost toying with you, even if it’s just a meaningless tease, he still does it, makes you chuckle, he’s been in a few dates like this, but he’s actually interested in knowing you.

“Got to keep up the appearances.” You smile again, taking a sip of your wine, Rafe likes you, that’s a start.

This date is one of the best you’ve been in, it goes smoothly, you both have chemistry with each other, and after you’re tipsy from a few glasses of wine — and him too from his whiskey — he asks you if you want to come back to his place.

Of course you agree.

“Ohhh — fuck.” You whimper as he keeps ramming into you, hips thrusting with fervour into you as he shoves your head into he sheets, large hand firm and smothering you down, his other hand holding onto your hips.

“Shit, you’ll be such a good little trophy wife, yeah?” He smirks, you can practically feel that smirk on you. “A good housewife,” he lets go of your hips and delivers a sharp smack to your ass. “And even a good mom.”

You moan below him, hand clenching on the sheets, almost ripping through them as he keeps moving his hips.

“Don’t even need to speak,” he groans, his hand pulls you by your hair to make your back meet his chest, his lips find your ear.

“I know you will.”

[bloomingsalma]

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

[zyafics]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron x sex addict!reader 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

for my upcoming series: all american sinners

blurb when a coke addict and a sex addict falls in love; what could go wrong? spoiler alert: everything.

note: this will be my next project after i finish play fake ᰔ���

[starkeyisthelastname]

recent pictures you can find in wifey’s camera roll. 🍷 😍

[bloodibambiidoll]

Nerdy!Perv!Rafe x OF!Reader ⟡ coming soon ⟡

Shout out @rafeyscurtainbangs for the pics of Eugene and also helping me come up with this idea in the first place ♡

[landofmoa]

Do what’s best for your soul. Fuck anything else.

[summerstarxzx]

this genre of park sunghoon 🤍

[icanseethefuture333]

Campus Hottie📓💒

[yualredyknow]

Date yourself first💯🩶

[scalpelandrose]

♟Crossing the Chess Board AU ♟

One Piece AU set in a chess-inspired world ft. Trafalgar Law (the White King) x my s/i OC Michelle (the Black Queen)

Tagging: @jazminetoad @undercoverweeeb

Song Inspos: 1 | 2 & the War of Roses rabbit hole I found myself revisiting. Footnotes at the bottom

♟Overview

The 106th game cycle begins in the world of Siltranche* where an enigmatic Game Master selects new roleholders to resume a storytelling ritual in an enduring game of kings. However, bored by repetitive turn-of-events in previous cycles, the Game Master decided to stage an experimental game, omitting a few traditional roles, randomizing the flow of seasons, and masterminding new secrets to be hidden in-world: so it came to be that there will be no White Queen** and White Knight nor a Black King and Black Rook*** in Siltranche’s 106th cycle. For domain leads, the essences stored in a glass blue rose and a beating glass embroidered heart were chosen to head the ever-warring houses of Black versus White.

And now, curtains rise, as the Game Master resumes their role of a distant watcher.

A sea of mist divides the Enigmatic Black Domain from Sophisticated White, stretching endlessly in all directions. Roleholders and citizens alike fear and wonder what lies beneath and across the mist when it does not naturally divide itself on whims to reveal random spectacles or marbled landbridges, but successful exploration has yet to be recorded. As long as anyone in the 106th cycle could recall, The White King, Trafalgar Law, and Black Queen, To Michelle had always been at odds since they were fledgling roleholders, yet ‘hostile’ would incorrectly characterize their rivalry. Their campaigns were rather cautious and, daresay, considerate in their first few Matches. However, once they began understanding their rival and ways to hone the game into their own, their tactics took on an intensity and aggression that continuously rocked their respective domains with wondrous territorial additions in victory and a bemoaned fortnight tempest with loss except the both rulers didn’t mind storms. One could say the opposing domain leaders were having genuine fun whenever they met each other on occasions when the mist divides to reveal the Chessboard battlegrounds. But that was to be expected, as their glass figures were always stored next to each other in the Game Master’s menagerie, so their souls had been connected by a great affinity for the other.

♟Stalemate Soirée

Rules demand that all roleholders must annually attend a Stalemate Soirée leading up to the Grand Match, once both the King & Queen come of age. The Soirée is an opulent neutral zone that emerges from the mist exclusively for the occasion, where both factions intermingle in hopes of procuring hints towards an advantage or to bask in jovial carefree before being thrust into intrigue again.

Despite the revelry, the White King and Black Queen’s eyes fell into a habit of beholding the other, from a flickering glance to a silent challenge. The opening ceremony traditionally requires Queens to dance with their respective Kings or champions, but as Michelle had neither, she declared that her ivory-hilt saber will be her ‘champion escort’ for the evening with a sly glance at Law. Once music sounds from the hanging bellflowers, she begins an elegant sword dance in the midst of dancers that was reminiscent of a move she executed during final Match turns and Law’s gaze on the Black Queen did not falter for a second. At the song’s denouement Michelle spun in Law’s direction and directly pointed her saber at the White King’s alabaster queen of the night blossom fixed over his heart, causing the entire pavilion to gasp in scandal.

“Tradition states I dance with my champion or king, but as neither exists in the flesh, might I extend an invitation to the enemy king to oblige me for the second half?”

A subtle grin twitches on the corners of Law’s lips, perceiving touches of playful coyness under Michelle’s stately expression. Interesting. “You are bold, but not without tact, my rival. Lucky for you, I have nothing better to do this evening.” He drew his own obsidian-hilt saber and mirrored her gesture by pointing the tip towards the black rose on her bodice. Soon, they were mirroring each other’s smirks. Like a feather carried by a honeyed breeze, they moved in fluid chemistry with every swing, thrust, catch, and spin. From the moment their bare hands touched, a flash of desire crossed Law about how if circumstances were different, he’d want Michelle as his queen, but he coaxed it to the back of his mind knowing that their roles dictated advancing an endless chess game.

“Genius,” the White Rook comments, “His majesty might be able to lower her guard by a display of friendliness and pry an advantage from her.”

“Yes, but her majesty might be able to find holes in his signature offenses through their pas de deux,” the Black Knight counters.

“Is it just me, or does it look like they’re flirting?” a tipsy Pawn squints, finding their recent blade lock that flowed into a position where Law held Michelle from behind, a tad romantically charged.

Indeed, at the end of their first Stalemate Soirée, Law and Michelle left with a mutual medley of emotions regarding the other. Their roles dictated them to be at odds, yet they seemed to share many qualities with the other. It was supposed to be difficult to negotiate with opponents, yet it was easy to talk to each other. And most befuddling was that the intensity they shared in their Matches was pouring its way into unfamiliar realms of affection.

Perhaps these conflicting feelings may unite Black and White into something more nuanced in this chess world? Or will it risk violating Siltranche’s rules and break the game board, itself?

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*Siltranche is a wordplay on the Turkish word “satranç” for chess & Silman’s Complete Endgame Course)

**typically in chess, if you lose your Queen in the first 10-20 moves without a feasible counter plan, you resign in respect to your opponent’s time. However, Law being Law usually has a plan, hence why his ability to maintain the White domain and figure ways to win Matches against Michelle is intriguing to the Game Master

***The choice of missing a rook that moves in a cross pattern is allusion to the cross Michelle typically wears in canon to emphasize a handicap. This way, it’s harder for her to execute the equivalent of castling in Siltranche (a rule that lets you move a king & rook in 1 move if they’re on the same rank on the board to get the king away from the center for safety. Typically kingside castling is more common than queenside). Therefore, she’s moved by the maxim that the best defense is offense.

[princesswony]

Self Care Habits

• don’t judge others if you don’t know them personally.

• appreciate the little things

• compliment yourself daily

• change self-destructive behaviors

• let go of things or people that disturb your peace.

• write your thoughts down in a journal

• love your body and take care of it

• eat healthy or nutritious foods

[webbluvrsugar]

sweet little things trophywife!reader does for Rafe (and what he does to pay her back)

cw: buttstuff, domestic stuff, no use of y/n

When rafe comes back from his hardworking job, all tired and spent, you make sure he has a nice bath prepared, sometimes there’ll be rose petals, things you don’t need to do because you’re only there to be pretty and Rafe doesn’t want you to work at all, but he’ll take it — he’ll also let you ride him while he’s in the tub, sometimes he’ll also lazily thrust up into you so you can cum quicker.

When he buys you some nice shoes or a nice bag, you always get on your knees to thank him with your lips, you’ll stay there until he’s tired of hitting the back of your throat, — usually takes a while — it’ll be all sore by the morning.

You’ll ask the cooks not to make anything often because you’ve seen a recipe that you’ve been wanting to try, you take full control of the kitchen — sometimes it tastes like shit and he’ll insult you to your face, when you whine and cry about it, he’ll make it better by eating you out.

The one thing that you do know how to make is sweets, you’ll slide a few of your cookies in his lunchbox so he gets a nice surprise, he loves them, will give you a good fuck when he gets home.

When he has at home meetings and you manage to not bother him the whole time, he’ll eat out your ass to reward you for the good behaviour.

You prepare his outfits for work, he tells you countless times that he doesn’t need you to but lowkey likes it, will kiss you hard afterwards for ‘no goddamn reason’ — “What? Can I not kiss you no more?”

When he sees you being a little more domestic and doing some tasks like briefly cleaning his desk or working on your gardening, he’ll pat you in the ass — if you bend down anytime, he’ll spank you.

Gets you nice dresses for the family dinners you have to attend, you prove his parents you turned out to be the perfect wife, when he sees you getting along with his dad, he gets so turned on he fucks you in the back of his car.

If you’re feeling extra dirty, you’ll give him a little lap dance and a strip tease — he’ll fuck you doggy and thumb at your ass.

And finally, when you call him “Rafeyyy” as he messes up your makeup, he’ll make it even worse by giving you open mouthed kisses.

[ayatotiddies]

🥁- 🎸 Mean Band!Rafe Who Loves Playing Rough <3

Ask from @mackenzie-maybank <3

Warnings - 18+ MDNI - Porn with No Plot, P in V, No Protection (Wrap it before you tap it people), Pussy Slapping + Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Creampie, Praise, Degradation, Overstimulation, Fingering, Tiniest bit of Anal, Oral (fem + male receiving). Name calling (Whore, Dirty Bitch, Bitch, Babydoll, Angel, Good girl, Baby, Anal slut), Breeding kink - NOT PROOF READ.

Moodboard - Here 🎸

A/N - Uhm… I got a little distracted so 😊 enjoy

“Shit, you’re such a whore.”

He grunted from above, using your hair as leverage. His hands had it done up in a makeshift ponytail. Forcing your face to smush against his abdomen. His soft grunts from above you while he shoved your head down on his thick cock. You’d been at this for probably 10 minutes now? He went back and forth from pinching your nose shut too, making it hard to breathe.

He finally pulled out and slapped you across the face a few times. He snickered at the sight.

“Fucking dirty bitch. Letting me treat you like a whore before I leave for my show- Bet’chu fuckin’ love this. C’mon get up”

He practically forced- pulling your hair to get you up. Not even giving you the option to speak before he threw you down on the bed.

“Ass up babydoll, you know this.”

The man urged you into position, spiting down a glob of saliva, that ran from your pretty ass to that soaked cunt. He hummed at the sight, letting out what sounded like a little giggle. Only making you whine.

“S’okay Angel, you’ll get what you want shortly.”

He whispered softly, spreading your pretty ass cheeks for him to see. A soft whistle being let out from behind you. Warm breath hitting your soaked cunt. The way you arched away from him. You were stunning-

What you weren’t expecting though was a warm tongue to lick a stripe up your pretty pussy. A gasp leaving your lips. You could practically see the grin on his face. He pulled back and gave you a harsh slap to your clit before shoving two fingers in. Curling them downwards- it felt so good.

“Rafe- Need you!”

He snickered at your pathetic whines.

“You have me though, baby?”

Your hips bucked up at him with a desperate moan. His fingers filling you so good.

“You know what I mean!”

“I suppose I do.” He murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your ass.

You felt the bed move behind you. His thick tip lining up with your entrance. His ringed hand had a grip on your ass. His other held his cock that he slowly pushed into you. A gasp left your lips at the sting. It always hurt, no matter how many times he fucked you. He was just so damn thick. It was embarrassing how wet you were, the way you squelched as he bottomed out in you. A soft groan leaving his lips.

“Hear that? Dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

He grunted before pulling back so just the tip was in. Only before slamming back into you. Causing those pretty, soft hands to grip at the sheets. A broken gasp to leave your lips. He wanted to get his fill- or well, fill you. Before he left for his tour.

The way he pounded into you was heavenly. Every time his tip kissed your g-spot, causing more noises to leave your mouth. You felt a hand crawling up your back and shortly after it was tangled in your hair. He was so mean… jerking your head back, forcing your back to arch even more. Drool dribbled down your chin. Only causing the man behind you to let out a cold laugh. Two fingers quickly shoved in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in the process. You gagged on his fingers and clenched on his cock.

“Shit.. That’s a good lil’ girl.”

He grunted, he thrusts getting the tiniest bit sloppier. The man withdrew his fingers from your warm mouth and rubbed them along your tightest hole. Only making you clench around him at the feeling.

“Fuck, you like that? I should’ve known.”

He teased in that condescending tone before his thumb prodded at the hole.

“Bet I could make you an anal slut, if you would let me.”

A snicker came from behind as he slowly pushed his thumb in, making those pretty gasps and moans leave your mouth. His other hand quickly came down to rub your sensitive clit. You were a mess and he loved every bit of it.

The way he rubbed your pretty clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed, god he had you creaming over his cock in seconds. Feeling your walls tightening around him made him nearly bust. A guttural groan stuttering out. That thick thumb of his that was still hooked in your pretty little ass, starting to thrust into you softly.

His hips snapped against your ass, filling the room with sounds of pure sex. He kept up his ministrations- you were hastily approaching you second orgasm of the night while he was approaching his first. Rafe had a nasty habit of always overstimulating you. Whether it be on accident or on purpose. Who is he kidding?- it’s always on purpose. Especially when you clench around him so perfectly. His tip kissing your g-spot. Every. Single. Time.

Without warning he pulls his thumb out of your still tight ass and grabs onto your hips. Immediately pounding into you. Pulling his hand from your clit and shoving your face down into the mattress. You looked so pretty like this <3. Face smushed into the mattress, drool was pooling at the sheets, and your pretty eyes rolled back into your head as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“M’gonna knock you up, make you a fucking momma.” He grunted, pace getting sloppy.

“I’m g- on- birth control, you dumbass”

Is what you would stutter and moan out. Only making Rafe yank your head back by your hair, slapping you across the face in the process.

“Yeah? That what you think? Maybe I swapped your pills”

He teased into your neck, the slight hint of fear that flashed across your face was delicious. So was the way you clenched around him at the thought of carrying his baby. He wouldn’t actually do that, he just liked to tease. The man kept up his brutal pace while biting and sucking harshly on your sensitive neck. Making sure to leave marks so everyone could know who was pounding that pretty pussy behind closed doors.

But Rafe wanted one more orgasm from you before he pumped you full and he always got what he wanted. His rough fingers rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. It wasn’t long before your back was arching some more, loud moans bouncing off the walls. He wondered for a moment if you would sound this good on a mixtape. Maybe to play when he got bored? Just a thought of course, Angel.

“Yeahh, that’s it, be a good lil’ bitch and cum for me. Look so pretty when you’re losing your mind on my cock.”

Rafe snickered softly, watching you go dumb only made him want more, so he slowed his strokes. Which honestly didn’t help, he just felt 10x bigger in your stomach. You clenching WASN’T helping him.

A few languid pumps later and Rafe was dumping his sticky load into you. Your pretty little mind fuzzy from the euphoric overstimulation he was causing you. He just felt so good rubbing against your walls. Your eyes were lidded as your body slumped.

“Shit.”

He softly murmured as he pulled out. Immediately going to watch his cum leak out. That shit eating grin on his face before he shoved it back in. The way your legs trembled. Cunt soaked and creamy from a good fucking. Rafe bit his lip, eyes fluttering back softly. You were divine and you were his.

On second thought.. maybe he would swap your pills, or just throw them out. Not like you would care, you we were his, forever. But that could wait until he got back from his show!

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Tagged all my muts 🙏🏻

[zyafics]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron x sex addict!reader 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

one of my series: all american sinners, pt. 1

blurb the tragedy of a coke addict and a sex addict falling in love.