#ps: where's my neck crew at?

[tennessoui]

june ko-fi: pirate captains au

ok ok so tbh in my head i was sort of counting the third and final part of the mermay au as the june ko-fi upload because it was technically posted june 1st in celebration of mer...june, but i got a few asks about if i was gonna post a proper june ko-fi fic and i decided like. sure! i can do that! and then i did <3 and now it's posted on ko-fi!

unfortunately im still on my water loving bullshit though, so this ko-fi fic is set in an au where obi-wan and anakin are pirate captains of different ships (obviously the Negotiator and the Resolute respectively) and they have a bit of a history. mostly they're just attracted to each other like magnets. mostly i just wanted to use the words breeches and tankards cause i think those words rock tbh

here's a snippet!

“Hatred is a powerful motivator, Captain,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan would usually pay attention, but he decides it’s not worth it. Anakin’s lips are soft and his thumb catches on the bottom one as Anakin speaks, slips slightly into his mouth. “I’ve found that many things are powerful motivators, Captain,” he replies as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between their bodies. “And some are much more pleasant than hatred." Anakin huffs out a laugh, lets him approach. Pushes closer. His eyes are dark in the moonlight. His eyes are fixed upon Obi-Wan. “I joined Dooku’s crew,” Anakin murmurs as if he thinks that they are still talking about his past. As if Obi-Wan is not interested in their future. “To find you again, Captain. To kill you.” “How very innovative of you,” he says and he removes his hand from Anakin’s face, drops it instead to his neck and curls it around his throat. It is not a threat.  Mostly. Anakin grins back at him. “You are an easy man to hate, Captain Kenobi,” he says. “I believe that your saving grace is that you’re also an easy man to want.” “And you want me,” Obi-Wan says, like it’s a fact. Like it’s a foregone conclusion. It feels as if it is.

as a quick reminder, these ko-fi fics posted in my gallery are only visible to monthly supporters (ps. thank you sm to my monthly supporters!!!!) - at this point, there are 13 fics there (all 4k-7k in length), with plots varying from 'what if obi-wan was a werewolf' to 'what if they were both mermaids and i wrote 20k about that specifically'. i'm always open to discussing these fics here on tumblr and i currently do not plan to post them onto ao3; if you sign up to support monthly and then cancel that subscription, you should retain access for a whole month anyway so you can read all of the fics there!

[rootedinrevisions]

“I’m not sure I should answer that sir.”

Note: It’s 2am. I can’t sleep. And the trope of the Top Gun: Maverick crew sneaking around with Mav’s daughter has been strong on my mind lately. So here’s a little short one with Rooster this time. Hope you enjoy xx

PS posting this on my phone on the app so if it looks weird, that’s why.

You hadn't meant to spend the night in Bradley's quarters on base. It had started innocently enough—a night at The Hard Deck, laughing over drinks, with the rest of the pilots around. But by the time last call came, you didn’t want the night to end, and neither did Bradley. So, with a mischievous smile, he had snuck you onto base, guiding you through the halls until you found yourselves tangled up together, your bodies pressed close in the quiet of his room. Everything felt perfect, even a little dangerous.

But the morning brought an unexpected wake-up call.

A loud knock startled you from your sleep, and you sat up quickly, your heart racing. Bradley, lying beside you, groaned and rubbed a hand over his face, not yet fully awake. Another knock followed, harder this time, and then came the voice—your dad's voice.

"Bradshaw!" Maverick's voice cut through the air, firm and unmistakable.

Your eyes widened in panic. Bradley bolted upright, clearly just as shocked. "Shit," he whispered, scrambling out of bed.

You immediately dove under the blankets, heart pounding as you listened to Bradley pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He gave you a quick, worried look, but all you could do was nod, hiding beneath the covers, hoping somehow you wouldn't be seen.

Bradley opened the door just enough to poke his head out. "Uh, morning, sir," he said, his voice forcedly calm.

"Bradley," your dad greeted, his tone clipped. "Have you seen my daughter this morning? She's missing."

Bradley swallowed hard. You could practically hear the tension in the air. "I’m not sure I should answer that, sir," he said, standing his ground, but you knew the panic was beginning to show in his voice.

"That’s not what I asked," Maverick responded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I will have the entire Navy searching for her if it comes to that."

There was a pause, and you heard Maverick sigh, as if he were piecing together exactly what had happened. "I’ve been told she was seen leaving The Hard Deck with you last night. I'm going to ask one more time—do you know where my daughter is?"

Bradley, frozen in place, was quiet for a beat before sighing heavily. "I really don’t think I should answer that, sir."

There was another long, tense pause before you heard Maverick push past Bradley and step further into the room. Your heart was racing so fast you were sure Maverick could hear it as he walked toward the bed.

It didn’t take long for him to find you.

You peeked out from under the covers, mortified. Maverick’s eyes landed on you, his expression a strange mixture of exasperation and disappointment. His gaze flicked over you—Bradley’s oversized t-shirt hanging loosely on your frame, your bare legs just barely hidden under the blanket.

“I’ll see you at home later,” your dad said to you, his voice strained but calm. You nodded, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Then Maverick turned his attention back to Bradley, who was still standing by the door, looking like he was about to face a firing squad.

"Bradley," Maverick said, his voice low and firm, "I don’t want to know how you managed to get her in here. But let me make one thing clear—this will not happen again."

Bradley’s mouth opened as if to argue, but then he thought better of it. “Understood, sir.”

Maverick nodded once, giving you both one final look before turning to leave the room. As the door clicked shut behind him, Bradley let out a long, heavy breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well," he muttered, "that could have gone worse."

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. "I’m so dead."

Bradley chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his arms. "Hey," he murmured against your hair, "at least he didn’t kill me."

"Yet," you mumbled, leaning into him as the adrenaline from the encounter slowly faded. "There’s still time for that."

Bradley kissed the top of your head. "Don’t worry. I’ll be fine."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Maybe you both were in trouble, but for now, all that mattered was that you were together.

[xltribe]

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[inspirationalalley]

true story... You will be glad that you read it, and I hope you will pass it on.....

It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean. Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp. Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'

In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place. Then he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.

If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp. To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant....maybe even a lot of nonsense.

His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in World War I, and then he was in WWII.

On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.

Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst.

By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.

The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle.

They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft...suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull! Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.

Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull. And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.

Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", Chapter 24, pp..221, 225-226)

PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero.

And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.

As you can see, I chose to pass it on. It is a great story that many don't know...

[pressure-machine]

BRANDON FLOWERS on Today, June 16th 2021

[meetmymouth]

prompt 23 would be so cute :)

hope you enjoy!!!! pls don't forget to reblog if you read and enjoyed it :-) ps i haven't proofread this so if you spot any weird mistakes... don't! will edit later x

#23 "Dance with me"

You sigh into your drink before taking another sip, eyes still darting from as you search for him. You make eye contact and as soon as you get that blinding smile of his, your eyes fall to his body, his outfit, and you can't help but admire the tattoos peeking out from where he got one hand in his pocket.

Men are surrounding him, loud cackles and hollers going around as they throw their hands in the air while they presumably talk about something interesting and exciting. Each with a fancy drink in hand, the circle Harry's part of at the minute seems cold and unfamiliar to you. Thus, you find yourself turning away from Harry, finding Shannon and Brian in deep conversation. As soon as Shannon feels your gaze on them, she looks up at you with a smile, and squeezes your thigh, including you in their conversation.

It was hard, acting like you didn't know him or more like– you didn't know him. Details from his tea preference to the pain killers he used when his back hurt, how his lips looked so plump and big upon waking up, or the freckle on his armpit, or the sounds he made in bed, his favourite position, how he liked to be kissed and held.

Harry was newly single. You always said you met him in the right time, four months ago, when he crashed into your car on Oxford Street, leaving a massive dent on your car. As you spent time with him, you realised the dent he left on your car was blossoming somewhere deep inside you, and you thought he did such brilliant job filling said dent with him, his time, his kisses and touches.

You liked him. Perhaps, way more than he liked you.

He wanted you to keep you under the wraps. He said he didn't want people to scrutinise you both, and how he wanted to take things slow, do everything you both wanted to do and have fun together which wasn't the case–according to him–for his previous relationship. So you kept it secret.

"Look at Gigi, trying to chat Harry up again," Shannon mutters from beside you, drink half-empty as she looks Gigi up and down.

See, it was also not fun working with your secret boyfriend. Was he really a boyfriend?

"Whatever. This is so boring. It's just men boosting about their promotions and trying to flirt with women because apparently it's different when they're drunk and outside of work."

Brian lets out a snort, and you cringe, sending him a shy smile. "Soz, Bri. I know they're your mates."

"No worries. They are a crazy bunch, aren't they? I'll go get another drink," he stands up, and takes Shannon's now-empty drink from her hands. He turns to you, "want another drink?"

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"All right. See ya in a bit, ladies."

You both watch the brunette walk away, passing Harry and his crew but not before he gives Harry's shoulder a squeeze while you watch. Harry perks up at the touch, then turns his face to you once again, a private smile being sent your way though you can't help but look down at your drink, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

The night starts to die down and people begin leaving, leaving behind a couple of drunk people and either their partners or people who seem to be holding onto the night for their dear lives for some ridiculous reason.

You're by the bar, sipping yet another Margarita as Harry approaches you, his smile polite and one he gives to nearly everyone at work.

"Hey, you," he says, fingers running through his messy hair as he places his drink on the counter. "You good?"

"Yeah. Shannon's puking her guts out in the toilets so I'm just waiting for her."

Harry purses his lips. "Good to know... you don't want to be holding her hair back?" He smirks, and places his hand close to yours where it's holding the glass from the stem. "You look beautiful."

Something ignites inside you and you suddenly feel angry.

"Thanks, I'm surprised you even looked at me tonight."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," you shrug, and take another sip of your drink. It's warm now. "Nothing at all."

He leans closer to you. "What's going on? Did I do something?"

"Hah. That's kinda the point. You didn't do anything."

With brows furrowed, he comes closer to you. "Sounds like you've something to say. Just say it."

"I just did. I'm sick of this. Sick of being a secret," you gulp when he tilts his head. "Sick of watching people flirt with you from afar... I'm just fucking done. Are you like embarrassed of me?"

"Baby, what? What brought this on?"

You let out a bitter chuckle, and look behind him to see if Shannon's anywhere to be found. She's not.

"I'm not eighteen, Harry. I don't like this– this whole secret relationship thing. I want to be able to hug my boyfriend in public, hell– even talk to him instead of watching him from afar! This is not high school. I'm done playing this hiding game. You either have me, or you don't."

Harry clears his throat, and brings his hand to your thigh, squeezing briefly before he travels it all the way up to your neck. He rests his warm fingertips on the side of your neck, thumb stroking your damp neck before he leans in and presses his forehead to yours.

For the first time, neither of you look around to see if anyone's watching. Instead, you find yourself extremely overwhelmed as you close your eyes, and listen to his breathing.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, lips almost brushing together when he speaks. "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking stupid, I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

You open your eyes, though his gaze is on your lips, which makes your heart beat a little bit faster than it already was a minute before.

"I just want you, Harry," you say with a shake of your head. "I want you."

"I want you too. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry sweetheart," he pulls away, and grabs your hand.

You feel yourself sober up at the touch. "What are you doing?"

"Dance with me."

He helps you off the barstool, though you can't help but frown at the request.

"You're crazy, I'm not dancing with you, here," you squeeze his hand, hoping he would give up, but he answers with a smirk as he shakes his head.

"Come on."

"I'm not doing the whole silent dance thing. Where the girl goes 'there's no music playing' as the guy gives her a cringe smile–"

He places one hand on her waist as the other stays in hers, hips already starting to sway. "–Have I ever told you how much you ramble when nervous?"

"I can't believe you."

"I like you," he whispers into your neck as he keeps swaying you slowly, and you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your head a little so he has more space to work with. "I like you so much, it's terrifying," he mumbles this time, words muffled. "I'm sorry I was an idiot. I hope you can forgive me."

"Yeah, well... if you keep kissing my neck like that..."

Someone clears their throat behind you, and you both pause the swaying for a second before Harry lets out a chuckle, and hides his face into your neck. Though, he still turns you guys around to face the intruder, and it's Shannon. Of course it is. With her brown curls messy and face looking incredibly dull, she looks like she's just seen a ghost.

"Hey," Harry looks up at her, hand still in yours. "You feeling any better?"

[selinakidreams]

pairing: merman! dabi x gn reader

warnings: nameless character deaths, a singular mention of nausea + throwing up, unfortunately a lot of blood mentions, near death experiences, SHARK! THERES A SHARK IN THE WATER ! (I SWEAR this is supposed to be pretty but the warnings make it seem otherwise) slight soulmate au?, dabi had a SINGULAR moment of softness.

a/n: guys I don’t even know what this is and it’s unedited,, but welcome to my contribution to mermay ! I had two scenes plain as day STUCK in my head and I just needed to get them out,,, honestly this was just supposed to be a short lil thing but I’m invested,, so here this is

ps, though this may not be edited... I would like to thank all my monster fucking moots who helped me to piece together the perfect mer version of dabi— I love you guys so so so much.

looking out into the darkness of the night, unable to locate the horizon from your position at the edge of the ship- you lift your gaze to the sky with a small sigh.

an unimaginable amount of stars litter the atmosphere, the clear view above could never be tiresome.

the city was no place for you; too crowded, full of men who were trying to court you for your fathers money and your beauty, not enough adventure. the ocean offered a type of freedom land could never- granted, the ship wasn’t much different from the bustling towns in the sense that all the soldiers would eye you like you’re a slab of meat.

the only difference given at sea is that you’re able to put those undesirable fuckers in their place. given your ranking, your power obsessed father wasn’t completely useless.

escaping to the empty deck had been your big feat today; everyone below was gulping down wine by the barrel when you managed to slip out. it was much colder out here, the chill of the salty wind was refreshing, sobering you up quite a bit- but still mentally fuzzy enough to tempt yourself into discarding edict and loosening up your tighter garments.

your drunken attention span shifted from fiddling with your bow in the back to the inky deep water...

what was that?

ripples were quietly dancing on the surface, the warm light reflections coming from the ship’s sconces moved along with them.

it had been really fast, so fast that you were almost left to wonder if you had actually imagined the most vibrant blue eyes you had ever seen... bobbing in the ocean.

two days. it had been two days since you had first “spotted” them and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. the sailors still went about uglily gawking at you, your captain of a father was still behind the wheel, barking orders at everyone, while you went about your business. Sighing, the image of the eyes still fresh in your mind, you prepared to be lowered into the shallower sea.

upon hearing that there was a small island not too far from your current coordinates, you commanded a stop be made, needing to take some time away from the close knit quarters you constantly share with those horrific pigs. thankfully, no arguments surfaced and you headed straight for the dinghy. it had been surprisingly easy.

the trip wasn’t too long; you patiently waited for the tip of the boat to breach the soft sand, excited for what awaited you. it was such a lovely sunny day, big puffy white clouds dotted the expansive blue sky while the palm trees at the base of the beach greeted you with a steady sway.

once your boots sunk into the wet sand, you turned to the two other men who had escorted you and informed them that you were not to be followed- but to wait right there- which in retrospect, was not a good idea. that was too much trust and responsibility that was placed in their incapable hands.

you wasted no time trudging through the lush greenery to get to the other side of the island, wanting to be as far away from the crew members as possible. 

it couldn’t have taken you more than two hours for you to reach an elaborate array of tide pools sporadically placed on a flat uneven rocky surface, some being lapped over by waves while others sat calmly- living in their own little world.

you had to look in each and every one of them.

wide eyes and mouth open, looking at all the lives in the crystal clear pools was an absolute marvel. some only held a few small sea anemones of different colors while others not only held the soft flowery plant but also housed fighting crabs of all sizes, large chunky starfish, and even a fish or two!

you took careful steps towards the end of the rocks, towards the ones where the waves were constantly restocking the pools with new life, your heart flipping in your chest at the colors of the crashing waves.

peering down into one of the deeper ones, you found it hard to take your sights away from the glistening sun streaks that cut through the water; a small gateway to the open ocean was at the bottom of this pool. it’s like you were hypnotized. making yourself comfortable, you laid yourself down next to the glistening water and began to break the calm surface with your finger tips, eyes trained on the tiny ripples.

“they left you, you know.”

you felt so at ease with the sound of the waves crashing around you, you almost didn’t hear it. it wasn’t until the nagging feeling that you weren’t alone hugged you in all the wrong places, that you looked up... only to be met with nothing.

scrunching your brow, the tranquility you were feeling before suddenly slipping through your fingers. you sat up, but not before you held a lingering glance at the glowing water once more. that’s an image that will stay in your mind; you almost wish you had your sketch book.

your mind went blank when you saw something block the light as it swam by... something big. the next few minutes happened in a blur. after scrambling up to get away from the pool, a huge body washed up on a nearby rock plateau and by no means was it graceful. your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the lifeless body get smacked with harsh waves.

he was wearing your ship’s uniform, now drenched in blood.

nothing came up when you fell on your knees and lurched over, your eyes squeezing shut- the gruesome image of the crew member engrained in your mind.

“they got what they deserved.”

this time when you whipped your head up to follow the velvet voice, you fell into an almost trance. those breathtaking turquoise eyes you had seen a few days ago were now staring right at you, not too far away.

you couldn’t help the gasp that you inhaled as you fell back. looking at him in his entirety- you must have been hallucinating. growing up hearing the tales of deep sea monsters and nasty magical land creatures could never have prepared you for what laid in front of you.

it was such a drastic change; going from looking at something so appalling to something so... flawless... it was indescribable.

on display, your eyes followed the curled figure- wet white hair flopped against a pale forehead, the tips of his pointed finned-ears peaking out from the wet hair. there were deep dark purple markings starting underneath his eyes, slightly mimicking bags that then restarted at the bottom half of his face- all the way down his neck, ending at just the top of his chest. the markings then continued down his arms, right up to his knuckles contrasting the pale thin slightly webbed fingers that merged to sharp claws, gleaming in the sun. his toned chest eased into a pearly type of color around his hips before submerging into a black ragged tail- but it did the strangest thing. when the sun reflected off of it, a blue so royal- that you’ve only seen it on the most expensive of garments- came to life. the dorsal fin looked just as rugged as the tail did, but his odyssey fluke was splayed out so beautifully, you didn’t give it a second thought.

it wasn’t until you took a second glance that you noticed there was a red tint to his claws that you put into context what was said earlier.

“did you- di- you killed that man?”

his voice came out as smooth as silk, “I did.”

how could you be so dense? this was a creature that came from the sea- a ruthless underwater world. he was a predator. but wait-

“you can speak- you s-said.. did you kill them for me? are you going to-?”

“I killed those men because of all humans, the ones who betray others for their own greed serve no purpose.”

he didn’t tell you more than necessary in his opinion, but he was smart enough and old enough to know that you’re still going to ask more.

it seemed you were sitting on quite the pile of questions but he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. it was clear that you were mulling over what should be said first.

“was it you I saw at sea the other night?”

out of all the things you could ask, that was the only thing your mind had on repeat- the only thought present.

“and if it was?”

after receiving two similar vague reactions, something in you was screaming for something to happen. the interaction seemed to be going nowhere and here you were, in front of a creature that you’ve heard so much about but never actually met- a drastic change in interaction was calling, and who were you to ignore it?

in hindsight, it was a terrible idea.

one minute you were on land, next you were shedding your heavy, restrictive clothing- the mer watching with a slight smirk and a heavy gaze- then seconds later, were in the violent push and pull of the ocean. luckily you were far enough to be out of the rocky reach, but the current was too strong. you were being swayed back and forth with too much force.

if it had been your first time in the ocean, you would have been a goner- you would have washed right into the sharp jagged edges; a terribly painful way to go. but thankfully, flowing with the ocean had been your specialty since you were young. incredibly masculine and dirty, but you simply couldn’t stay away. the watery depths have lured you in and there was no escaping the spell it had casted on you all those years ago.

maybe that’s why you dove in. or maybe you wanted to see what the mer would do. whatever the case, there you were in the lull of the tide and running out of air. breaching the surface was your main goal, urging your arms and legs to snap out of the shock of the cold water.

eyes on the bubbles traveling upwards, you finally get your arms to push through the current almost missing the dark shadow swimming closer and closer to you, getting larger and larger.

a quick sideways glance in the clear water showed something large with many many rows of teeth out on display, heading toward you and gaining momentum.

a shark.

a... shark.

of all the ways you possibly thought you could go... this was not one of them. it’s almost ironic- the one way you thought you wouldn’t go would end up getting you.

breaking the surface, you gulp your last breath of air- painfully waiting for the horrifying moment when powerful jaws clamp around your body... but it never came. all you felt was a strong current zip past your feet, slightly pulling you along with it.

you’re heart was pounding; adrenaline coursing through your veins, breathing choppy as you whip your head in every which way to see what was going on in the water beneath you. then you saw it.

blood.

just then, the gory image of the crewmate’s body flashed into your mind. there had been another sailor... the mermaid didn’t pull up two bodies- he wasn’t the only predator in the water.

before you could evaluate further, you were pulled by the ankle under the water and into a place where the blood hadn’t seeped yet.

not enough air was sucked in before you submerged, so you frantically searched for ways you could reach the surface again- not even thinking about the now-absent steady grip that dragged you under.

then you felt it. pointed claws lightly tracing up your sides before his handsome face was leveled with yours. if seeing him on land wasn’t good enough, seeing him in his element was nearly heart stopping.

but your lungs were going to collapse before your heart could-

or so you thought.

he flattened his palm around your waist, cupping it gently before he inched his face toward yours, lips slightly ghosting yours, as if asking for permission.

with his toned body pressed against yours, it was hard to think straight, but the most prominent siren going off in your mind was the fact that you were loosing oxygen, and quickly. you found yourself panicking in his grip. was this really the time?

his lips were on yours in less than a second, your struggling becoming more and more apparent- but it was when he got your mouth to open that you realized what he was doing.

A mermaid’s kiss gives you the eternal breath; the ability to breathe under water.

pulling away, he watched as your eyes went wide, the small smirk you’d seen before had appeared once more.

the sensation was otherworldly; though there was a heavy pressure in your chest as the water was filtering in and out of your system, you were breathing underwater.

slowed down by the new density, you lifted your head to look up at the mer- no doubt the most excited and bewildered expression on your face, just to realize the size difference. he was huge- how had you not noticed this on land?

the more human half of his body had to be around the six foot range, his muscular tail roughly adding another ten. the massive figure floating around you was... beautiful.

he had the softest gaze when looking down at you, it nearly shocked you more that the new incredible ability had. he didn’t seem like the type to be full of expressions; it was such a warm and familiar look, something that you hadn’t seen in a long time- and one you typically didn’t see on a stranger’s face, much less a merman you had only just met.

opening your mouth to say something-if you could, that is- his expression changed in a blink, fear now contorted his features.

everything was so fast with him; his arm wrapped around your waist in mere seconds before speedily guiding you through a passage of underwater tunnels that lead to somewhere you assumed to be in the middle of the island- a lush green grotto.

once you resurfaced, you inhaled a breath you didn’t realize you needed; the new air burned your lungs- you almost didn’t want to breathe.

“just keep breathing. it will get easier over time.”

he almost sounded... bored? a complete one 180 to what you had just witnessed in the water.

the mer guided you up to the pool’s edge, lifting you with ease until you sat with only your legs dangling in the water.

outwardly, it stayed quiet for a while. there wasn’t much noise around besides the occasional bird call and the delicate sound of waded water.

your breathing had slightly evened out but you weren’t too confident in your voice, so keeping your mouth shut seemed like the best option.

what now?

tag list: @zhongh-li

[marquez-junky8920]

I saw you were asking about Martinators so here I am to request going to the race where he won his first MotoGP race. Ps your writing is my favourite <3

Rookie Winner

"Are you nervous baby?" you asked, Jorge sitting in his chair in the pitlane as the race was about to start.

"You could say that." he smiled at you, his piercing hazel eyes looking over at you as he tilted his head in your direction. You took hold of his hand and rubbed your thumb on the back on it.

"You got this. You've come all this way and look at what you've accomplished."

"Yeah, a crash where I ate shit and was laid up in bed for months." he laughed, trying to make light of his nerves before he had to get on his bike.

"Don't think about that honey. Not now. Focus on being the best that you can be and coming out on top. I've got a good feeling about this race." you said, leaning over to kiss him before he stood up and walked over to put his helmet on. Before he drove out to the grid, you shouted after him when he started his bike.

"Hey!" he turned to look at you with his visor still open, his eyes even more accentuated now. "They don't call you the Martinator for nothing. Knock 'em dead out there baby. I love you." you smiled, snapping his visor shut but still able to see the smile that lit up his face before he sped off.

During the warmup lap, you could tell that he had beautiful control over that Ducati. Like he'd been riding it for years when it had only been a few months at the most. When everyone got back to the starting grid, you saw him warm up his brakes before he reached his position and stopped. Peeking just above the wall in the pits, you waved at him and you saw him wave back at you before turning to rev the engine to his bike and start the race. Rounding the first corner of lap 3, you saw a red flag and then a huge plume of smoke billowing from the track. Your stomach was in knots because you thought that Jorge had been involved, but luckily he was not involved and everyone was alright after medical check-ups.

As he came driving back to the pits and walked over to his chair, you pulled him in for a hug after he got his helmet off.

"I thought that was you." you said softly, voice cracking as you tried to hold back small tears.

"Hey, hey I'm alright. Dani is fine and so is Lorenzo. Everyone's alright." he hugged back, rubbing small circles on your back and kissing your neck.

"I know, I just couldn't see anything except the smoke and fuck that was scary." you said, sniffling as you pulled back from the hug to look up at him.

"Have they showed what happened yet?" he asked, looking up at the tv as they showed the fire crews putting out the flames on the track.

"Dani highsided and his bike didn't make it off the track, so Lorenzo went down with him." you explained, sitting with him as his mechanics prepared his bike again for the restart.

"Thank god they're both okay." he sighed, taking his gloves off and holding your hand tightly. It took about half an hour for them to clear the track enough for it to be safe for a restart. Once they cleared the riders to come back to the grid, Jorge pecked your lips before putting on his helmet.

"Stay safe out there." you kissed his helmet and watched him ride to the grid. Shortly after, they took off again with a much cleaner turn 1 and 3.

"C'mon baby, you got this." you had your hands resting on top of your head as you watched the monitor in the pitlane along with the rest of the crew. Lap after lap after lap, he was doing amazing. The best anyone had ever seen from him. Coming around the final corner, you went out with the crew and hung out from the pitlane onto the finish line to cheer for him. He shook his head back and forth as he crossed and you could actually hear him screaming as he passed by you.

Laughing at his excitement, you anxiously awaited him to come back to the pits and parc fermé. You didn't even give him a chance to step off the bike before you were hugging him and crying tears of happiness.

"Congratulations baby! You did so well out there!" you smiled at him, flicking his visor open and looking at his eyes that were full of a range of emotions. His eyes were always so telling of how he was feeling in any given moment, and right now he had pure joy written all over them.

"Holy shit... Did I actually win this?" he asked in disbelief, laughing at the squeal that came from you as you tackled him into another hug when he got off the bike.

"You did!"

"I won!" he shouted, a bright smile painting his beautiful face when he took his helmet off. You planted a kiss on his lips and smiled, watching him in awe as his team congratulated him and he went off to do some press interviews. After he was done, he came back into the garage to sit in his chair before the podium ceremony.

"How do you feel?" you asked, sitting next to him and watching his breathing even out from the adrenaline.

"Like I could do anything right now." he chuckled.

"I have a surprise for you." you cheekily smiled at him as he squinted his eyes at you.

"I don't know whether to be excited or scared about that surprise." he laughed, kissing the back of your hand before standing up and walking to the podium with you.

"Be excited." you kissed him before he went out and had his shining moment as the race winner. This was a moment that he'd waited for during his entire career. He'd worked so tirelessly through so much adversity to get where he is now, and your heart soared with pride for him. Coming back from the podium, he took your hand in his and walked you both back to his trailer.

"So what's this surprise that you're on about?" he smirked over at you as he walked.

"Just have patience." you teased, squeezing his hand a few times before walking up the stairs to the door of the trailer.

As soon as you opened it, you saw all of your decorations in perfect place as they should've been. A 'Congratulations' banner hung from the cabinets in the kitchen and candles lit everywhere while his favorite takeout laid on the kitchen counter.

"This is your surprise." you looked back at him and his jaw dropped when he walked in the door.

"When did you do all this?" he asked in awe, looking around at all of the details you had put into this.

"I may or may not have had your team help me after you went back out on the track for the restart." you kissed him and he brought you in for a hug. Placing a few kisses on your neck, he pulled your chair out for you and let you sit down at the table before he sat down with you.

"I love how we're doing this while I'm still in my leathers." he laughed, beginning to eat his food. Still looking around, his eyes found yours and he held your hand from across the table.

"I love this. Thank you so much. I love you." he gushed.

"I knew you'd win honey. I love you too." you stood up and leaned over the table to kiss him.

Jorge was a man of very few words, but you knew that he loved you all the same no matter what. He didn't have to say anything anyway, because his eyes gave him away before anything else did.

After dinner, he cleaned himself up and came to lay in bed with you to watch tv. Snuggling into your side, he planted a kiss on your lips before saying something that you will never forget.

"I can't wait to marry you."

END

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Season Zero: The Yo-Yo Crimes of Jounouchi Pt 1

It’s been a while since I visited the many times Yugi should have gone to jail, AKA season Zero, and I’m excited to visit it again.

If you just got here, this is Season Zero, which is very different vibe and a different direction plotwise than the other seasons and you can read the season zero recaps from the start in chrono order here: https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yuugi%20muto/chrono

So be warned, this is a 90′s anime, and it will do 90′s anime things, and I expect y’all reading this aren’t like 12.

Like I said in an earlier post, I wrote this out fully when I was going through the symptoms from my second dose--which PS, is worth it--but those symptoms knocked me out for 10 days. I was kind of a space cadet, and yo, I made some mistakes. Including writing this post out in full and then not clicking “save” on this post and then not realizing I had done that until several days later.

So long story short, I don’t remember what I originally wrote here, but lets all assume it was weird, and didn’t make sense and wasn’t funny. We’ll just assume this was for the best that it was deleted forever.

So this episode is about 2 things: Yo-yos and Jounouchi. Both get used as a tool for violence, and both need to get just a little bit cursed by Yugi to scale it the hell back. So, understandably, we start off this episode with Jounouchi, who has eagerly identified with this off brand yo-yo he apparently got out of a dumpster for being just a huge ass defect.

(more Yo-Yo crimes under the cut)

I see you dodging copyright infringement, Yugioh. Eireboy.

Also whenever I read “Eireboy” I do it in my mind in the same pacing and vocal tones that Pegasus uses to say “Kaiba boy.” Something about it’s conjunction to Yugioh, I see anything with “boy” at the end of it, and it’s voiced by a weird guy with one eye.

So I wrote these caps under the influence of my second dose, just assuming y’all understand the life I lived, but I realized writing this episode...traveling bands of yo-yo performers that go to your school and shill yo-yos with yo-yo shows in the hopes that it will get you so obsessed with yo-yos that you will not join a gang and do drugs and have sex may be just an American thing.

So when I saw a yo-yo episode I was like “Tight! Clearly, the yo-yo clowns have come to town!” and I assumed everyone in this class would be draped in yo-yos, because I just assumed that at some point at School you will get MAD OBSESSED with yo-yos for about 2 weeks.

But in this episode, everyone was like “Jounouchi, why are you playing with a random yo-yo?” and it didn’t occur to me until typing this out just now: only Jounouchi is doing this. He did this unprompted, without the encouragement of a bunch of middle aged performers doing tricks to techno music.

So instead, I have to think of Jounouchi as Ralphie in this scenario, and he just got a official Red Ryder, carbine action, 200-shot, range model air rifle, with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time for Christmas, but he’s gonna shoot his eye out.

Because yo-yos in this episode are basically guns.

...Kind of like a duel deck was also just a gun...

...or the wands in Harry Potter...

...which honestly...I’ve probably said this before but where I’m from, we just use straight up guns in these elaborate analogies because we freakin have to make the point crystal clear. The moment Ralphie finally got his hands on a bb-gun, he very nearly shot his eye out and broke his glasses. And that scene will haunt me until my dying day...

...but fine, we can use yo-yos, I guess it works, although to me, yo-yo’s are just teachers hoping you’ll become such a dork that no gang will accept you (and then in this universe, it does the opposite? So freakin weird).

The beginning of this episode is Jounouchi trying do his best to impress with his skills, but in actuality, getting very close to clubbing Anzu with a yo-yo. And, while Anzu is the strongest person in Yugioh in the later seasons, I feel like Season Zero Anzu is another level. It’s a serious tempt of fate that Jounouchi is doing, so Honda wisely cuts him off from doing any more of that so she won’t end up strangling yet another person in broad daylight in the middle of school.

Remember your yo-yo safety, children.

Straight up, Honda’s version of yo-yo safety is to just Never Use a Yo-Yo and that’s the most gun safety thing ever that they’ve slipped into this Yugioh Episode. I almost expected Yuugi to pull a “well, actually, I use a hunting yo-yo to get enough venison to feed my family.” But youknow, he lives in a city, so while Yugioh is pretty weird and Yuugi has to worry about a lot of things--he doesn’t have to worry about that.

This is actually foreshadowing, which I only realized in hind sight, mostly because I just can’t associate a Yo-yo with crime. Joey knowing how to use a yo-yo was foreshadowing that he was absolutely part of this gang in a past life.

Yeah that one went completely over my head the first time and the second time and it really wasn’t until just now that I finally caught it. Hoo boy, sometimes I wonder why y’all let me analyze this show.

Jounouchi decides to confront the yo-yo bandits and everyone else is like “Silly Jounouchi, he’s not gonna do that. That would be stupid.” And...in S0, they don’t know him well enough yet to know that he really is that much of a well meaning dumbass.

I think a S1-5 Yugi would have been sprinting out the door to keep Joey from killing himself (again), but Season Zero Yuugi had hope that Jounouchi would just naturally tucker out and fall asleep or something.

And he was so wrong.

Anzu’s “New Tricks” line was from the dub itself and man that’s a good line. I love Anzu’s sass in Zero.

So, Honda decides to help them find Jounouchi so all of them together could give Jounouchi an intervention for skipping school. This is the same Honda that once skipped school to babysit a tomagachi and said it was because of “Maternity leave,” but don’t worry about the hypocrisy, because from this episode we learned that Jounouchi needs a very short leash.

So this episode is a great Jounouchi episode to explain stuff that still hasn’t been explained in 5 seasons of Yugioh. In S1-5, we don’t get much about his home life other than his Mom left and his Sister lives far away and is like sickly as hell. We know nothing else. But this is the episode where we finally get to find out why Yuugi and his Grandfather decided to basically adopt him from S1 onward.

Yugioh is tackling some pretty heavy territory, but I respect the show for not trying to magically change Jounouchi’s parents like they did to Dartz. Instead, the crew decide to reach out and try to find their friend who clearly didn’t go home last night (and won’t be going back for a while), by checking every alleyway in Domino.

Fun fact Yuugi drops this episode, Domino is one of the biggest cities on Earth. This makes the Battle City Tournament even more crazy when you realize Kaiba shut down several blocks but, it also makes a tiny bit more sense how we have so many Millennium items in one place. (Yet...it still doesn’t explain Bakura and Joey’s accent.) And, I guess if your city is just extra large, you get an extra large warehouse district, too.

Speaking of, they eventually find Jounouchi at his new (but also old) crime antics mugging some random stranger next to this Game store that I just realized was cropped so it looks like it says “GANG.”

Say hello to our crime clown. He’s sort of like a discount joker, and that beanie is...man it is green.

I forget this green exists sometimes, but Season Zero has it as one of their prime colors. Good ol’ Retro Kaiba green.

I’m a little tempted to swatch Season Zero a bit and figure out their full color scheme--it’s really saturated, which is interesting when you compare it to the later seasons which are a lot more muted since...the 00′s were like that, they greyed a lot of colors out. But I’ll do it later if I do, maybe another post for another day.

Jounouchi and Honda, before they moved to the school with Yuugi in it, used to go to the same school and up until now I just assumed they were close friends. But apparently they were a lot more distant than that. I’m sure they met up several times as Jounouchi destroyed stuff and Honda came along in his volunteer janitor outfit to put the stuff the hell back, and maybe that’s how they got to know eachother better?

But basically, Jounouchi was the freakin worst, and Jounouchi’s best friend was Hirotani--this 45 year old 15 year old with the blue pony and turquoise fade--and Honda has SO MUCH hot goss to say about it.

I really get the gist that Honda may not have liked anyone else at his old school, like at all. Like maybe Honda likes cleaning up trash so much because his school was just trash top to bottom.

As is tradition, Yuugi got his tar beat in by Hirotani. Another concussion to add to his list of issues to tell his future therapist that lives in that puzzle he wears around his neck.

I still expect him to do a double cross, but it seems they wanted to keep it a relatable and more realistic fall-out, where Jounouchi has just bounced on them without even a goodbye. He and his Dad had a bad fight, and Jounouchi was like “well so long to all of this and everyone that has anything to do with it.”

In later seasons, Joey is the one trying to save other people. He’s saving his Sister, he’s saving Mai, he’s saving Yugi, but in this season Jounouchi’s friends had to save Jounouchi from himself a few times now.

I like this depth to his character, I’ll be honest. I can understand why S1-5 don’t touch on it, and I don’t think it’s because they didn’t want to have an abusive Dad storyline, because they did that several times over with Seto Kaiba (man the Dad situation in Yugioh is DIRE.) Instead they probably just felt like Season Zero already did it, so why do it again?

It’s just a shame that it wasn’t talked about in the other seasons. Joey makes a lot more sense to me now because we get to see why Jounouchi is so hard set on saving people. S4 Mai Valentine, who ditched everyone and joined a gang? That’s basically a Joey move, and that was why Joey Wheeler was all over that.

Really would have added a lot to that particular arc if the show...actually talked about Joey’s history at all rather than assume I would have watched something that was never released in the States. Instead...it just looked a lot like he had only romantic motivations, which may not have been what they were going for.

Speaking of romantic, check out this sunset. Like the sun is exploding for some reason--just a wild sunset you only see for a still frame before a commercial break.

As Joey, youknow, takes on an entire rival gang single-handedly.

Hey guys, I lived near a pretty big city most of my life and I have been on a roof...once. Just the one time when I was doing an internship in SF with a painter and we needed to take a reference photo of his painting for a gallery (and it was hella sketch, and we weren’t exactly allowed up there). Who are all these people giving teens Roof Access? It’s so hard to get! Even if you live in an apartment of a tall building, I can count on zero of my fingers the amount of times I was allowed on that roof. But TV shows and movies--they freakin love roof gardens and roof hangouts and roof fights.

Am I missing out?? How did y’all get on the ROOF? I know I’m on S5 of Yugioh now and I have seen a lot of roof stuff, but like...is this normal for everyone else? I know there’s schools that have roof sport--that’s common in the city everywhere--but that’s like...specialized roofs with 30 ft chainlink fencing and really good supports to your body doesn’t fall straight through it when you jump too much. The hell is using their normal ass roof?

This gang should have their legs swinging halfway into the floor below them, is all I’m saying, if my roof couldn’t handle our solar heating, then a normal ass roof cannot support a gang fight.

But it does look really, really cool.

Anyway, Anzu does some offscreen snooping and finds out where the crime hangs out, and suggests that we step right into crime zone and just yank Jounouchi out of there. Which is something you would only do and say if you were Anzu and cannot fear death.

If it were Jay’s it would be with an ‘s. That’s how you do a plural Jay. But it’s the 90′s, so we put a “z” on the end of everything that should have been an “s” and that’s how you get the...

I mean, thank you, dubbers, for not saying “Jizz” but for reals...that be Jizz.

Please don’t flag me, Tumblr. (which, PS, I think they turned off the flagbot, Tumblr hasn’t flagged me in forever and I’m so thankful. Mods are asleep, we can talk about anime again)

So even though Honda decided that he was fed up with Jounouchi and didn’t want to save his ass, he decided to give it another go but complete with some new sash. He also did this without telling any of the others, who just kinda spectated him for a little while.

Honestly, if they weren’t laughing at him, I wouldn’t have known that this sash was any weirder than any of his other sashes. I don’t know really know what a school uniform should look like. It’s a shame, I feel like this series has a lot of jokes and puns probably soaring right over my head.

A little bit embarrased he was caught being vulnerable, Honda decides to give us a little more context to why he ever decided to give Jounouchi the time of day in the first place.

They had PE class once, and Honda apparently loves the hell out of PE. Jounouchi ran really fast in a straight line that one time, and that is why he’s trustworthy friend material. He just needs to stop joining gangs, and he’ll be solid.

I have no idea if the fandub put that in there or if that was native to the show, but Miho legit stans Honda/Jounouchi and acts as if she’s off to write some fanfiction about it. Honestly if she did, it would make her so much more interesting of a character.

And so, until next time, we shall have to wait and see exactly what Yami Yuugi is going to do with a freakin Yo-yo and I’m sure it’s all sorts of real effed up. Excited to get there, honestly. A shame it had to happen on the part that isn’t dubbed yet, but I’ve done these subbed before, it’ll be fine!

[missallsundayyy]

Could you write a fanfic where Robin is weak and getting kidnapped by the marines, and then Law saves her? It would be so coooool 😍

CLICK ONE OF THE 2 SONGS WHILE GIVING THIS A READ, these are the two songs that inspired me to write this!

ps! this story was heavily inspired by this song,

You vs Them// Jhene Aiko

Lights Out// Chris Brown

Trafalgar Law’s crew has never seen their captain this enraged ever. He was livid and he was literally emitting a dark aura. “What do you mean she was taken???!” he shouted at his crew.

“The strawhats entrusted her into my care, OUR care! If they do so much as harm even a strand of hair on her head I will cast their limbs across the sea.” Law growled and commanded his crew to the marine base, where of course they were ready for him.

They had a soldier following Robin and the Heart Pirates for the past month and today was the perfect opportunity for them to get their hands on the last survivor of Ohara. The world government was dead set on eliminating Nico Robin at all cost and hasn’t stopped ever since Enies Lobby and her being with Trafalgar Law was the perfect chance for them...or so they thought.

What the soldiers didn’t see behind closed doors was the relationship between the archeologist with the surgeon of death.

Law had fallen helplessly in love with the raven haired beauty, she was strong, confident, smart, witty,  gorgeous and they had a connection that could not be vanquished. She was everything he needed and he would be damned if he couldn’t protect the woman that he loves. Now that he was all grown and strong he will never let what happened to Cora-san happen to Robin. He couldn't bear to think what would happen if he were to lose her that way. He would lose his goddamn mind. His fist was balled up looking at the horizon ahead

“Wait for me love”

TIME SKIP

“Is this extra violence necessary?”

“What are you talking about! This is the devil child, she has the power to end the world and not to mention a member of the Strawhat pirates. No one will care if a pirate scum like her dies!”

“Well- if..you say so” the hesitant soldier replied.

“Make sure she doesn't escape and get no food and keep sedating her with this” a second Navy soldier scowled, passing the suit filled with the syringe. He walked over to the chained strawhat and brought his large hands and cupped her face roughly and painfully emitting a muffled cry from her.

“Your crew won't be here to save you like in Enies Lobby, they have their hands tight with the admirals right now. Prepare to meet your fate in the afterlife soon Nico Robin” He spat at her and walked away laughing leaving the weak and injured historian lying on the cold floor of the warship prison.

Robin's tears were ready to spill from both the corner of her eyes but she held it in, she had full confidence in her lover and knew that he would come for her. She remembered the moment where the surgeon of death showed his interest for her and even in this shit hole a smile crept onto her face because she knew when he came, everyone would be dead before they could even take a step forward.

Girl, I know you're down for playing

I know you're listening to what I'm saying

“You really hate me that much huh” tattooed hands caressed the outline body shape of the devil child. Their naked bodies were tangled in between the sheets of the Captain of the Heart Pirates.

“I don't and won't get attached to anyone.”

“Yet you’re in my room every night, yearning for me”

“For your touch”

“Oh?” he mused

“Our crews are allied together and I rather not bother looking”

“Zoro-ya is available,” he said monotonously. The historian laugued, a genuine one. “There are no lovers amongst the Strawhats, they are all family to me” she finished and faced Law.

His fingers danced on her skin and moved towards her jaw and slid to her cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful” He said with awe, her beauty got him dumbfounded everytime. Not only outside but inside, she was a divine woman in his eyes.

“You say that everytime” she smiled.

“He has the same look as I do when I catch myself looking at you” he pointed the swordsman out.

“Does it matter?”

“I do need to know who I’m competing against” he smirked, diving his face to her neck, peppering kisses down  her throat.

“You’re in love with me” she sighed into his kisses, running her hands along his back while he savoured her.

“Yes. It doesn’t matter if you don’t return my affections because you’re the only woman I want” he said and lied down in the valley of her large bust.

“ I’m not the only woman in this world, the sea is vast and you can easily get any woman you want” she countered.

“It's the wanting you, never getting you, keeps me wanting you” he smiled peeking up to look at her face.

“Thousands of people will be coming after me”

“Don't worry, I’m the strongest.” he said grinning at her.

Do you know what would happen

If I ever lose you?

Then my heart would just stop beating

And my mind would just stop thinking

And my strengths would turn to weakness

You know

That I cannot see tomorrow

If you're not in my tomorrow

“HOW THE FUCK DID TRAFALGAR LAW FIND US! MEN! READY THE CANONS AND SHOOT THAT DAMN SUBMARINE DOWN”

“WE LOST SIGHT OF THEM, HE’S GONE!”

“WHAT THE FUC-”

“ROOM”

In a matter of seconds everyone on the ship was instantly sliced open and the enraged captain showed himself carrying the weakened archeologist.

“How did you find us you damn fucking pirate! I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance!”

“You made a few big mistakes.” he stalked towards the soldier responsible for hurting Robin and he was the only one Law spared just so he could take his time torturing him.

“One, you didn’t stop to think that I have her vivre card so finding you was amusingly funny. Secondly, you underestimated me and lastly you hurt the woman I love.” his face dark, he never felt anger like this after Doflamingo.

“You're that in love with me, their bodies looks like minced meat” Robin called softly.

“I'll part oceans when it comes to you my love” he smiled softly towards her.

"I love you, you have my heart forever" she whispered to him with the most gentle smile and he didn't think he could fall harder that he already did.

"I already know that" he grinned giving her lips a peck while walking back to his submarine.

[sahesha]

/// The Emerald Dove, Part I ///

Hey, I returned with some work!

Thank you for your request! I really enjoyed writing this, and I promise that there will be a second part (also I hope that I understood your request properly). Wish you a good day <3 PS: I can't resist writing long stories ;w;

— Doflamingo's biological daughter in Luffy's crew headcanons.

🕊️ Mariola was an orphan whom Trebol met in the same town where he had taken Doflamingo. She seemed promising to the slime-man because there was an utterly rebellious spirit and a desire to fight in her. Joining their weird company at the same time, the boy and girl quickly became friends. Trebol, watching them with curiosity, quickly realized that their friendship would gradually develop into love. Taking care of Doffy and Olly, he felt like an ornithologist. His predictions came true. The future king and the future queen grew up together.

🕊️ However, the queen didn't live to arrive in Dressrosa and died during childbirth in the North Blue. Before Mariola closed her eyes forever, she named her daughter Esmeralda. Doflamingo washed the baby clean of blood, wiped her dry, and wrapped in green swaddling clothes himself. Then he cried for the last time in his life. His Mariola, his bright, clever, and brave Olly, was dead.

🕊️ Esmeralda grew up with other kids of the Donquixote family. She was two years older than Dellinger. Hung with bows and frills, children always played together. Jora had given free rein to the maternal side of her heart and nursed them both. Esme's first childhood memories were of her dad telling her bedtime stories and of him bringing huge books to a sullen, pale boy. The boy was supposed to be a doctor. Esme remembered perfectly how persistent her dad had been in teaching him.

🕊️ As a young princess of the kingdom of Dressrosa, she always escaped from the palace, seizing the moment. Esme walked through the loud and flashy streets of the capital. Dellinger, who tagged along with her, played the role of her loyal squire. Together, they went into any hole that seemed interesting to them and often got into various trouble. They knew well that sooner or later, angry Gladius would found them and brought them home, dragging them by the scruff of the neck. However, their teenage curiosity was boundless, and they ran away again and again. Doflamingo scolded them, separated them, deprived them of sweets, but nothing worked. Then he allowed them to walk wherever they wanted but under the supervision of stern Gladius.

🕊️ However, Esme fell out with Dellinger when she told him her idea to escape from Dressrosa to travel the world. He wasn't willing to leave the Donquixote family. For Delly, they were the only people close to him, and he didn't want to be separated from them. Esme, as the daughter of the family leader, felt differently. She knew where she came from, who her parents were. She wasn't dependent on the uncertainty of her origin. Such clarity made Esme more confident than emotionally unstable Dellinger.

🕊️ So one day, carried away by the outside world, she ran away. There was a letter on the windowsill. "Dear Daddy, I want to explore all of the seven seas. When I was a little girl, you always told me bedtime stories about distant and wondrous countries. I want to see them with my eyes. I'm not betraying you. When I know all about the world we live in, I will come back to you, strong and worthy of your respect. I'm not a princess on silk, not a mollycoddle and a crybaby. I'm the daughter of Donquixote Doflamingo. So let me do what I want to. You will be proud of me. With love, your Emerald Dove. PS: My mama was the same, right?" At the moment, she was sixteen years old.

🕊️ He didn't cry. He didn't even send his subordinates to return her. Doflamingo only ordered them to watch her from afar and save her only in case of obvious danger. Mariola had always told him how important it was for her to be free in her desires and decisions. And since Mariola was no longer here, he had to give such freedom to their daughter. After making sure that Esme was able to stand up for herself, Doflamingo removed the surveillance. But he always knew where his Emerald Dove was and what she was doing.

🕊️ Esmeralda met Straw Hats at the beginning of the Grand Line. She was looking for a way to cross the Reverse Mountain and, at first, didn't want to join their crew. However, together they got into a few ridiculous accidents, during which Esme began to take a liking to them. Luffy, who had never seen such a tall girl before, decided that Esmeralda should be part of his team. For Luffy, who was a curious teenager, this was typical behavior. But Esme refused, saying that she was going to go to the North Blue. "I know how important it's to be free in your desires and decisions," said Luffy. Then they parted as friends.

🕊️ Esmeralda told them at parting that she had a very famous last name. However, their reaction wasn't what she had expected. They didn't know anything about who her father was. It was even fun. Esme liked being an ordinary person with them. Apart from her character, who she was in her own right, they weren't interested in anything else about her. Well, unless Luffy was interested in her unusual height. Straw Hats weren't looking for a profit in friendship with her at all.

🕊️ Esmeralda kept in mind what Luffy had told her. Doflamingo often mentioned these words because Esme's mother had said the same thing. It seemed meaningful to her. "Tell me, monkey boy," she had asked Luffy that day. "Why do you want to be the Pirate King?" "Then I'll be the freest man in the world!" was the response. Looking out at the cold North Blue, Esme thought of the bright, sunny smile of the boy from the blossoming East Blue. After exploring the North Sea and finding out a lot about it, Esmeralda decided to go after the Straw Hats next.

🕊️ But a rumor that they had disappeared on Sabaody Archipelago reached her. However, Esme didn't give up hope of finding them because a person with such a bright smile couldn't just disappear into the darkness of oblivion. She gathered any scrap of information about their adventures by exploring the lands Straw Hats visited and talking to the people they interacted with. Esme carefully wrote down everything discovered and created detailed notes. Everything she had found out suggested that Straw Hats must be alive.

🕊️ At the same time, Esme was improving the abilities she got after eating a devil fruit. It was Ropu-Ropu fruit. Now, she could create thick and firm ship ropes. They weren't similar to the long, tinkling threads her father was so good at, but they were a great weapon, too. Esmeralda also studied the properties of fabrics in her spare time because she wanted to learn how to make the best sails in the world. In Luffy's crew, Esme could become a sailmaker. She knew that even if she didn't promise to be part of his team, Luffy would be happy to accept her.

🕊 As an eighteen-year-old, Esmeralda visited the Sabaody Archipelago to question those who were the last to see the Straw Hats crew. Entering Shakky's pirate bar, she accidentally bumped into a man who was coming out. The suddenness of it, and the fact that Esme was very tall, made the man stagger and plop down on a table near the exit. He opened his mouth to swear at the person who had pushed him, but when he saw that it was Esme, he froze. The girl leaned over him and said mockingly, "You are still as small as ever, Zoro-kun." "It's you're too tall, Corncob," Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, but he was glad to see her, too. Roronoa called her Corncob because of the bright gold color of her close-cropped, curly hair. In response, he always heard an equally funny nickname. Esme squatted down to be on a level with him, smiled happily, and told him: "I finally found you, Chopstick."

— The second part will be soon!

[jjbabyouterbanks]

THE BET! (Drew x Reader)

Summary- The reader and Drew are hooking up but hide it from the cast because of a bet.

Warning- Swearing, smut but not really (Blue Balls hahah)

Requested- by @obxjj i was just thinking him and the reader where kinda like talking and doing stuff behind the rest of the cast since they didn’t want anyone to find out because the rest of the cast had some type of bet that they would get together and the reader and drew don’t want them to win the bet. idk something like that or whatever i don’t really mind ❤️

I don’t normally write for the actors themselves but I thought I’d give it a go and see how it went. So no promises that this is good. Please be nice. 

Drew’s not my favourite but holy shit he looks hot in this photo.

Ps. Sorry this isn’t long. I found it really hard to write.

“Cut!” You hear the director yell as you pull away from the kiss with Chase “Good job guys, go for lunch.” You smile and then turn around to scan the room for Drew. And there he was leaning against a wall watching angrily, he always makes sure he never misses watching you in a scene even if that means he has to see you kiss your co-worker. Of course he has no reason to be jealous, this is your job and he knows it means absolutely nothing. But it must still be hard for him to see the girl he is hooking up with kiss someone else. 

You walk over to grab your phone off the chair that you put it down on before you started the scene but as you reach for it Drew reaches down and grabs it. A smirk appears on his face and he just starts walking off to his trailer. You knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted you to follow him and that’s exactly what you were going to do. But you can’t make it obvious you're following him because this whole thing with Drew is a secret. You wish it wasn’t sometimes, but the other cast members had a bet going that you and Drew would get together. Drew is one of the most competitive people you know so of course his not going to let them win. So here you are trying to sneak to his trailer without anyone noticing.

“You coming to lunch y/n?” Rudy smiles while he runs up beside you.

“Uh yeah.. yeah I’m coming I just have to go get something from my trailer. I’ll meet you there.” You smile and quickly start going in the direction of Drew’s trailer.

“Uhhh wrong direction y/n? Your trailer is the other way” Rudy smiles and a smirk goes across his face “unless your going to see Drew”

‘Oh shit.. oh shit shit shit shit’ that’s all you could think, what were you meant to say to that. He just caught you in a lie. He knows exactly what’s happening you can tell by the look on his face.

“I had her phone” You hear Drew’s voice from behind you and hear it getting louder as he makes his way closer to you “Thanks for letting me use it y/n” he smiles and passes you your phone back making sure your fingers touch together as he does “so we gonna get some food or what?” a smile appears on his face and once he knows Rudy isn't looking he mouths words ‘saved you.’

Sitting across from the boy you are hooking up with and have feelings for but had to act like you didn't is harder then you ever expected it to be. You always have to watch the extra’s flirt with him and watch as the other boys try to encourage him to flirt back. Of course it’s not their fault they definitely wouldn't do that if they knew you’s were a ‘thing’. But all because of a stupid bet you aren't able to show him off in public and make all the extra’s jealous like you wanted to. You use to hate Drew you couldn’t even stand being in the same room as him but somehow his charm worked on you and now it’s hard for you to keep your eyes off him. 

“Stop thinking about me y/n” Drew’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts quickly. 

“Oh you wish lover boy” you smile softly and excuse yourself from the table. “I’m gonna go get ready for the next scene” you start walking out of the room but look behind you to see Drew watching you like a hawk. You knew that he would make up some excuse to leave and end up in your trailer not long after.

“Soooo is Chase a better kisser than me?” was the first thing he asked when he entered your trailer. You look up at him and sit down on the edge of the sofa that you have in your trailer. 

“Yep a lot better actually, you need more practice I think” you tease him “What about those extra’s are they better at flirting than me? You seem to like it when they’re flirting with you” you don't mean to but you have a little bit of an attitude when you say the last part.  

“Oh is that right?” he locks your trailer door and starts making his way over to you and leans down so that you are face to face “I guess you are gonna have to teach me your skills” he leans in closer so your lips are about an inch away “You know baby I don't like the attitude you just gave me? I think I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson don't you think?” he lean in and locks your lips together, your arms wrap around his neck instantly. It felt like it’s been months since you felt his lips on yours it was nice to finally be able to kiss him again. He slowly pushes you down on the sofa so that he can lay over the top of you. “You know...” he kisses your jawline “you nearly let...” he slowly starts kissing down to your neck “Rudy find out...” moving down to your collarbone “our little sercet” he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck softly and a small moan escapes your lips. 

His hands wandering around your body as he kisses you. You could feel his bulge in his pants getting bigger “I missed you so much” he whispers in your ear and at that exact moment you hear someone trying to enter your trailer.

“y/n?? we need you on set in two minutes” one of the crew members yelled from outside your trailer door. 

“uhh yep. yep I'm coming. I’ll be there in a minute” once those words left your mouth you see Drew roll his eyes and quietly stand up. You wait for a couple of seconds before you speak again to make sure the person outside is gone “see if you didn't care so much about this bet then this wouldn't happen all the time” you stand up and start fixing your hair. 

“Yeah i know.. but I’ve never lost a bet before. Plus isn't it more fun sneaking around?” he smiles and of course you can't disagree with him when he smiles like that. 

You nod and lean up leaving one more kiss on his lips “See you on set and don't get caught leaving my trailer yeah?” you smirk and walk out closing the door behind you. 

[reidsbookclub]

hi!!

you don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable, but what made you want to be a doctor? what kind of medicine do you want to practice?

also, when you graduate from med school you can now say "this is calm and it's doctor" 😊

Hello!

I really want to be cheesy and say that it’s because both my parents practiced (well my dad still does my mom retired when my sis was born) medicine in Mexico. But that’s not the case. It actually stemmed from seeing how doctors went above and beyond to save my sister when she was born and fought to give her a great quality of life. (I mean they said “95% chance she won’t walk but we’ll fight those odds) and they did. Granted she has her disability but the way they fought to get answers amazed me.

I had my heart set on dermatology but ever since starting med school I’m really liking oncology, peds (I love working with kids — I’m actually a high school tutor) and genetics so idk where I’ll end up just yet. I do know I have to start making up my mind.

okay but I’ve been waiting to say that line for FOREVER. One of my friends keeps in saying she’ll buy me a crew neck with that and give it to me the day of my graduation so here’s hoping 🤞🏼😂

PS:

(If you want an emoji so I can make a # with your name feel free to comment it 💕)

Deeply apologize for such a long answer. I really did try to make it shorter

[thatonegreyghost]

Mini fic!

Sober After Midnight

"Alex!" The gruff voice cuts through the haze of alcohol and bad decisions, rousing Alex who is, at present, blinking blearily at the ceiling in mild confusion. At some undefined point during the day's revelry, the pleasant buzz slipped into full on drunkenness, and Alex, now thoroughly inebriated and either about to pass out or throw up, is lying on the floor with his shirt wrapped aroundhis left arm and the tips of his hair dyed bright pink. There's a pain in his lower leg, the bad one, and Alex has a sneaking suspicion he knows what the voice is after.

"Whuuuattttttt?" Alez slurs in response, his view of the ceiling now replaced by a rather pissed off Lasat. Zeb's ear flicks impatiently as Alex stares blankly up at him.

"Risha said you missed your appointment." Zeb growls, irritated but not truly upset. Nearby, one of Alex's bunkmates giggles, slurring out "ooooooh, you're in trouble" before rolling over and knocking over a bottle in a desperate grab for more booze.

"I didn't wanna goooooooo." Alex moans, reaching behind him for where he put his bottle and accidently knocking it in his head instead. "Eughhhhh. Gross".

"Alright, you've had enough. C'mon, up." Zeb gets behind Alex, half pushing and half pulling him into the sitting position. Alex whines the whole time, and does his damn best to stay on the floor, but eventually Zeb gets him on his feet.

Alex staggers and sways, the floor jumping around beneath him. He's lost track of how much he's drunk, which is usually a sign he should stop for the night anyway, but when a single sneeze threatens to plant him back on the floor he knows he's in trouble. Zeb catches him, his claws digging into Alex's chest ever so slightly, the pressure of his hands on Alex's body temporarily distracting him entirely.

Little gods, the things those hands could do to him; Alex feels the blood rush into his face, the flush spreading into his body and dispersing into his skin. He looks up at Zeb, drunken adoration sparkling in his eyes. Zeb glances down at him, and suddenly those ears which were pushed down in annoyance prick up in surprise.

"You're really strong." Alex slurs. "Do you think you could pick me up? If you wanted to?"

To Alex's surprise, Zeb's ears flop against the side of his head as his gaze skirts down; embarrassment. Zeb is embarrassed. Was it something he said?

"Let's find out, shall we?" Zeb grins maliciously, then hefts Alex up, catching him under his knees and armpits. Alex has to grab Zeb's shoulders to keep from falling, an undignified squeak escaping him as he does so. Zeb chuckles, then hefts Alex up a few more times, just to rile him up. "You're not too heavy... this'll do nicely".

"Zeb, put me down!" Alex whimpers, holding on to Zebs jumpsuit as tight as he can. Zeb does not, and as they exit his quarters, Alex suddenly thinks to ask where they're going.

"I'm taking you back to the Ghost, because apparently-" Zeb growls in the direction of one of Alex's bunkmates, "-your roommates aren't at all responsible. Plus, somebody has to make sure you'll go in for your appointment, which Risha was kind enough to reschedule. You WILL thank her".

"I didn't mean to miss it." Alex whines, burying his face in the exposed fur of Zeb's neck and taking a deep breath, and almost misses the stuttering gasp Zeb lets out in response. "My leg was bothering me".

Zeb frowns, Alex can feel it even from where he's sitting, and hums deeply.

"Isn't your leg hurting the whole reason you do physical therapy?"

"Well, yes, but it woke me up and I didn't feel like limping all the way over there and I had the day off anyway so I was just going to take it easy. Then my roommates all barged in and got drunk as hell so I figured if I was going to be miserable anyway I might as well be drunk".

Zeb hums again, pulling Alex closer to himself. Alex buries his face in Zeb's chest, drinking on the smell of him. He can't help but admit that he feels some sort of attraction to Zeb, something he's never felt before. But for as much as he wants to be near Zeb, as much as he wants to be held, he can't ever seem to ask for it. He knows if he asks, Zeb will give him what he wants; ever since Atollon, Alex has learned to accept the forgiveness given to him, and has let himself be "adopted" by the Ghost crew, as Bridger put it.

"This is nice." Alex murmurs, pulling himself as close to Zeb as he can get. Zeb shuffles him around some, then hoists him up so that Alex's legs are dangling, held up by Zeb's interlocked arms, his head resting on Zeb's shoulder. It almost feels like a hug.

"Better?" Zeb asks, and when Alex hums happily, Zeb nods, content. "Good. Lemme know if you're too uncomfortable, yea?"

"Like this." Alex slurs, his drunkenness sliding into drowsiness as he begins to relax, his eyes fluttering open with short gasps of shock in between longer and longer periods of quietly existing.

Alex has never felt more comfortable than in that moment; the touches as Zeb lowers him into the bunk, the pressure on his skin as Zeb pulls a blanket over him, even the feel of the bunk under him. All of it makes him feel safe, feel wanted.

Feel loved.

Alex feels loved.

(Ps if yall want me to tag you when I do stuff like this lemme know!)

[the-insomniac-emporium]

J Watches Arcane: Episode 1, Random Thoughts

As opposed to live-tweeting, I'm just jotting down some thoughts as I watch. Under read-more because oops, had a lot of thoughts/comments.

Overall opinion so far: Gorgeous animation, quality voice acting, decent set up (if a bit heavy on common tropes). Definitely invested in it.

Ah, yes, all great (emotionally traumatic) shows begin with a child singing.

(3min~) I WANT THOSE PUNCHY THINGS.

(3min~) I swear, almost every frame so far could make a cool desktop background/wallpaper. Definitely see why the animation/style is so highly praised.

(3:30) "A Riot Games Production" don't think this will make me like your company, dickwads (for those unaware, Riot Games, the creator of League of Legends, has a long history of sexism/issues with sexual harassment within the company, among other complaints. my brother personally knows a couple ex employees, who assure him that the company sucks major ass. however, those employees also admit that they still play LoL and watch Arcane, so feel free to interpret that however you want. ps: my dislike of Riot Games does not, in any aspect, extend to their fans).

(5:30) I'm sorry, how the fuck do you pronounce Vi??? I assumed the "i" was just there for funsies.

(5:35) "In and out before anyone notices" oh, you poor, poor baby gays. nobody who says those words actually ends up getting out before someone notices. amateur.

"Gotta stay out of sight for this one" okay, valid. have you perhaps considered not making a fuck ton of noise hardcore-parkour-ing around a metal roof? amateurs.

(8:21, after Vi kicks open the door) "Animals." I agree with Junkrat's darker haired cousin. Picking the lock was much quieter. These kids are so concerned with not being seen that they don't seem to give a shit about being heard, which is a common precursor to being seen (because, ya know, noise attracts attention).

(14:00) "I didn't do anything" powder. hun. as a younger sibling myself, trust me, nobody will ever believe it when you say that. and you know why? because it will literally never be true. younger siblings be doing shit.

(16:42) Maybe I'm just a feral rat bastard, but for fuck's sake, why are none of these street kids biting anyone? do you know how much damage teeth can do? do you know what kind of "don't fuck with me" reputation you'd get for biting someone? tons. not that I ever bit anyone in a brawl, because I was that little shit who learned pressure points. jerks will be all up in your face, right up until you jam your fingers right where their neck meets their shoulder, dig down, and curl your fingers. pull real hard towards the outside of their body, they'll scream in pain. bonus points if they're skinny and you can kinda get your fingers underneath their collar bone. also, smack them on their ears with a closed fist (even just the side) or your elbow. ears are more important for balance than most people realize! oh, and all the contextual bad guys seem like probably cis men, yet I haven't seen a single slow motion shot of a nut punch??? this is truly a goddamn amateur hour. ALSO PROTECT YOUR FUCKING SISTER, HOLY SHIT. ALWAYS WATCH OUT FOR THE SMALLEST MEMBER/NON COMBATANTS OF YOUR CREW. if you have the numbers, try to form a half circle in front of them, with a wall behind them. alternatively, have one person help get them away from the action, while the bruiser of the group keeps people busy. seriously, claggor, learn to use your weight to your advantage. back in my day, it took three or four people to get me to budge if I didn't want to. stand your ground, keep your guard up, let people tire themselves out. if someone charges you, grab them and move in the same direction as them (use their momentum against them!!!), hurling them away from you or into a solid object. learn to NEVER show pain. when people think you're a masochist, or an unfeeling golem, it helps TONS with intimidation.

this has been a brief glance into the shit I got into as a youth :)

(20:46) whelp, finally getting a bit more of that body diversity that I was looking for, I guess :)

(21:56) SCARY PRETTY LADY, I REPEAT: SCARY PRETTY LADY

(28:21) ah, yes, the oldest of tropes "overhear the bad part of the conversation, and not the part that nullifies the bad part".

(38:27) is. is this the guy? the one guy I heard about?... did I misunderstand what his whole deal is, or is there a whole lotta plot coming up for some heartbreak and shenanigans?

(39:45) did they just. kill. the fucking cat. I am. livid.

[prettybiching]

Okay writing this is 😳 but here goes: can you write a John King x fem reader fanfic with rough, unprotected sex where she goes back to work with cum dripping out of her 🙈

+ Omg your John King fanfic is my life. Thank you thank you thank you. Can you write one where they’re in the studio and JK bends her over his desk? 

+ First of all, thank you for your amazing writing and for opening John King requests. It’s everything I never knew I needed. Second, I’m not even going to ask for this anonymously because I have no shame anymore. If you’re open to it: John King fic request: female reader x Map Daddy. Spanking.

Attention

Pairing: John King x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ mature scenes (viewer’s discretion is advised), rough sex, choking, sir kink, spanking, unprotected sex ( don’t do that ), dirty talking, I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2,335 words

Note: My last John King oneshot did way better than I expected lmao. Decided to join these three requests together because,,,I got WAY into it xD

PS: Feel free to request anything on my inbox. I promise I will write them, I’m just a slow af writer. Thanks for all the love and support, mwah!

You knew what was coming for you even before John asked you to join him in his office after the show.

He had been busy the whole week, barely paying you any attention. So, you decided to take matters into your hand. At first, it was your outfit that he noticed, the red dress he loved so much clung onto you in all the right places. You chose to ignore his unmoving burning gaze. Instead, you conversed with the camera crew and the producers.

However, the last test of his patience came when you texted him a picture of what you were wearing underneath, his favourite lingerie.

You tried not to giggle in anticipation, hearing him take a sharp breath before locking his phone. His eyes shifted towards you, a smirk plastered on your lips. He shot you a menacing glare, warning you not to tempt him. If it were any other day, you would've obliged like a good girl, waiting for your turn, but not today. Today, you wanted to be a brat.

"John?" you called out for him, fluttering your eyelashes at him, feigning oblivion to his current state.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, looking seemingly unbothered. Without saying a word, he gives you a once over, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the veins of his exposed forearms. No, your resolve was not going to melt.

"Come here," he instructs, his voice is calm yet commanding. If it weren't for his blown pupils, you might've thought the past hour didn't even happen. You roll your eyes, not wanting to give in to his demanding demeanour, no matter how aroused you were.

Your feet remained glued to the floor, unmoving. Once John took notice, he tried again. "Y/N," his voice was stern, leaving no place for a counter-argument, "I said, come here."

He is leaning against his desk, his arms crossed across his chest as he watches you come up to him, a hint of a devilish smile on your lips. You stand between his legs, only an inch between the two of you.

"What?" you bite, feigning disinterest.

He lets out a cocky laugh, shaking his head. "You're walking on thin ice, sweetheart," He says, and you have to bite back a moan at his tone. "How about you lose that attitude, do what I tell you, and I'll be nice."

However, you don't want nice, not after he's been ignoring you for a whole week. So, rolling your eyes, you cross your arms.

"No, I don't think I will."

The look on his face tells you he wasn't expecting that answer. Yet, he recovers quickly, a smirk growing on his lips before he swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His fingers fall to the back of your thighs before sliding up until they rested on your ass. He gave your cheeks a tight squeeze, holding you against him.

"You want to be a brat today, huh?"

Despite the tingling anticipation in your core, you're not about to give in easily. You were going to make it as strenuous for John as you could. You shoot him a glare, clicking your tongue, "Who said I'm in the mood?" You tried to push back against his shoulders, trying to create some space between the two of you, but his grip on you is unyielding.

"You are not in the mood, you say?" he asks, leaning against your ear, his warm breath over your skin, and you nod, trying not to gulp. "Then why do I smell you from here?" he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and subconsciously, you tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your bare skin. His fingers creep beneath the fabric of your dress, playing with the hem of your panties.

By now, your panties are soaking wet. After waiting for over a week for John to touch you, fuck you again, you were getting desperate. The way carried himself during the taping of the show didn't help either. Fuck him and his sinful mouth and intelligent brain.

His eyes remain fixated on you as he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until John leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them down himself. You step out of them, and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.

"Bend over the desk."

"Baby, c'mon. We don't have time, just fuck me, you can spank me all you want later," You let out a whine, tucking out your bottom lip in a pout.

"So suddenly you are in the mood," he arched his brow. "Bend over the desk, now! You don't want to piss me off any more than I already am," he states sternly.

You unhurriedly move from in between his legs, but you are too slow for his liking. Before you can react, John again yanks you by your wrist before pushing you against the desk. One hand gently settles on the back of your neck, holding your head down, and the other starts trailing down your hem before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up the skirt of your dress, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.

You clutch the edge of the desk with your palms, edging yourself and before you know it, the hand on your leg lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. Your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He says, stroking the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as his hold on you allows you. “If I remember correctly,” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you. “You were being naughty.” He spanks your other cheek. “Sending those pictures when we had all those people surrounding us.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you didn’t think before you dare to open your mouth.

"Really? You haven't fucked me in a week. If you keep on doing that I'll have to start taking care of it myself."

“Just for that, I’m adding five more for raising your voice at me and disobeying me.”

He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think John is finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.

“That was for rolling your eyes at me,” he growls before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers, “now, what do you call me when we are alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply, but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.

“Sir,” You whimper quietly, and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and adjusts you on the desk, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he grabs your hips, pulling you up, so your ass is in the air.

His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed against the hardwood desk, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.

He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your dress. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.

“Yes, sir,” you smile, and he kisses the exposed skin of your neck.

Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your glistening cunt, and he needs to adjust himself at its sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling.

“John!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.

“Baby, call me that one more time, and you aren't coming for a very long time.”

Your breath shudders when you exhale, “I’m sorry, sir.”

If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second, and John has honestly been dying to devour you all day.

He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves, and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache.

He takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt, and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He didn't let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.

“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“So good, sir. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.

“You’re lucky we are in a time crunch or else I would take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips.

He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening. You bite onto your lips to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks, and you are cumming, John, drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.

Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears, and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.

He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that wasn't bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”

And he feels incredible, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”

“Please, sir.” You mewl, and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist.

“Cum for me, baby.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.

Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat, and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, the skirt of your dress falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts. You can feel his warm cum trailing down your thighs as you attempt to stand back up.

Turning around, you stay leaning against the desk, looking up at John with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your dishevelled state; your hair is messy, your lips were swollen red from biting on them, a trail of dried tears run down your cheek and his cum still dripping out of you.

When you went back in front of the camera, you were evidently chirpier, your skin glowing and if anyone knew why they didn't bother bringing it up. Although, John's wide smirk when he watched you limp back to the studio might've given it away.