#repost bc it wasn't showing up in the tags lol

[ashleyslorens]

YVETTE GONZÁLEZ-NACER as SATINE MOULIN ROUGE! THE MUSICAL

[thy-lovelylionheart]

The Byers Brothers + trying to help fix the relationship of the Wheeler they're in love with by lying

[thefrogdalorian]

Din Djarin + sitting

[uceyliyahh]

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3783

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

TAGS⬇️ lmk if you wanna be tagged 🏷️

@paigereeder @pinkwithhearts @jstarr86

1.

Have you ever thought about running away? And starting somewhere new? Having a fresh start with things, especially having a promising career?

Tiana was doing that, starting somewhere fresh, living with her best friend Bianca in Cali after her messy breakup with Malakai when she saw him cheat on her with someone she knew.

But she wasn't worried about that man. She stood her ground while focusing on her career as a Nail Tech, getting her money's worth so she could have a place of her own.

She did the dumbest thing ever: She got this man tatted on the side of her right ear. Bianca convinced her to cover it with something pretty.

But she didn't know any tattoos around here; only Bianca did. She contacted a tattoo shop near them and scheduled an appointment.

OMNISCIENT

Tiana was finishing up with her last client of the day before shutting down the shop. She had a tattoo appointment afterward, so she wanted to get this done before she was late.

She focused on her clients' nails as she applied the last few bits of gems to their nails while turning on the curing light and placing their hands under the light.

Her phone beeped as she saw Bianca texting her, probably about her appointment at the tattoo shop.

Breezy💁🏽‍♀️: Tianaaaaa wyd girrrl?

Tiana: I'm finishing up my last client before heading to my appointment today.

Tiana: are you sure they're like legit? Bc if I get a fucked up cover-up, I'm going to kill you. 😀

Breezy: yesssss lele they're legit like this man owns the business chile. 😐

Tiana: oh fr?

Breezy: yes T

Tiana: do they have an Instagram page showing their artwork?

Breezy: yeah, I'll send it to you on Instagram.

Tiana: okay, girly, I'll text you later.

Breezy: bye, girl.

She turned off the curing light as her client looked at her nails with a smile on her face; she was satisfied with her results. Her client knew that Tiana was the shit when It came to doing nails.

Tiana instructed her to take a pose with her hands to show off her nails so she could post it on her IG story. She started doing nails when she was sixteen years old. Her mom and stepdad helped her with everything, and she was very grateful for that because look at her now.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: ouuuuu girl them are honestly cute asf.

sheloveemma replied to your story: BOOK ME NEXT NOW!

ughitsstacy replied to your story: girl, I LOVE THEM! PERIOD!

shelovekai replied to your story: damn, mama, you snapped.

She looked at Malakai's reply to her story as she just rolled her eyes; she could've sworn she had blocked that man she didn't want nun' to do with his toxic ass; her client paid her with an extra tip due to how much she loved the nails as she told her goodbye.

Tiana smiled at the woman as she went to lock the door, getting ready to sanitize everything before her appointment. She was wiping down her equipment and the table with a warm rag, making sure that everything was cleaned and that she wasn't missing any spots.

She checked the time on her Apple Watch, seeing that she had to leave for her appointment to get this nigga name covered up due to the simple fact that she got tired of seeing it every single time she took pictures.

Tiana did one last check around the place, making sure that everything was back to where it was, before grabbing her purse and turning off the lights as she headed back towards her 2017 BMW.

She entered her car by shutting the door behind her, grabbing her keys as she put them in the ignition, and pressing the button to start it up.

She applied lip gloss on her lips and began pulling out the driveway towards the tattoo shop.

✧.*

Tiana pulled up towards the tattoo shop, turning off her car while grabbing her purse. As she entered the place, she looked around the area. She saw the shop's very cultured aesthetic, and the smell of the place seemed so refreshing to her.

She noticed that two other people were sitting at the reception table on their phones. Since it wasn't that busy today, she walked up to them, and they both looked at her.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Kiara. What can I help you with?" Kiara asked.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment at 3:50," Tiana said as she pulled out her phone to show them her appointment.

"Ah, you're Miss Tiana?"

She nodded her head yes as she patiently waited while clinging onto her purse.

"And you're here for a cover-up?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." She saw the woman nod her head as she looked up at her.

"Okay, you're set, ma'am. Please have a seat. He will be right with you."

"Thank you," Tiana said as she sat down in the chair.

She was scrolling through her IG, seeing people had liked her story that she had posted an hour ago. Replying to people who responded to her story, she saw a text pop up, so she scrolled down to see who it was. It was Malakai from an unknown number since Tiana blocked him.

Weirdo: mamas, can you unblock me, please? I promise I've changed.

Tiana: Kai you finna get blocked again leave me aloneeee

Weirdo: you know that you're mines forever.

Tiana: tuh in your dreams nigga bye.

Tiana rolled her eyes while proceeding to block his new number. She was thinking, 'nigga probably using WhatsApp or TextNow to get new numbers.' While she was doing that, her eye caught something as she saw a man getting his equipment out.

She tried to make out his features but couldn't due to the door being closed. She would have to wait until she got in that chair, but she went back to scrolling through her Instagram.

Breezy: bestieee are you at your appointment?

Tiana: yeah, I'm here.

Breezy: good cuz Ik your ass would've forgot I'm so glad you're getting that shit covered.

Tiana: yeah, me too tired of seeing that shit.

Breezy: do you like the shop?

Tiana: yeah, I love the aesthetic of it, and it smells good.

Breezy: seee I told you I got'chu girl.

As she was texting away, she pulled her head up and saw the same man standing at the door, waiting patiently for her until Kiara said something to her.

"Excuse me, miss, but you can come in now," Kiara said.

Tiana nodded her head yes, grabbed her purse, and walked past the specimen while sitting on the chair. She placed her bag on the table next to her.

She looked up at the fine specimen, finally making out his features, and boy, was he fine as hell. He was wearing some sweats with a black graphic shirt, and his shoe game was on point. Of course, he had a mullet and ear piercings on both sides of his ears.

His toned muscular body, along with his Tanned skin and salt/pepper beard, it wouldn't be rude to her if she kept eye fucking him while he was getting ready.

"You getting a cover-up?" Josh spoke, breaking the silence.

'Damn, his voice was deep as hell.'

"U-um, yeah, I am around my ear, " she said, noticing that she was stumbling on her words.

It caused him to chuckled a little bit while looking at her face, "You ain't gotta be nervous around me, Princess Ion' bite." She was taken aback for a second. 'Princess?' Well, she hadn't heard that nickname before. Is he always like this with his clients?

Tiana shook off the feeling as he pulled out some designs to show her, to see which one she liked better. She looked at his designs and was amazed at his artwork; it was perfect.

But one design caught her eye. It just looked so beautiful: two butterflies with a cross between them.

"I like this one; it caught my eye," Tiana said as she smiled.

He nodded his head as he took the design that she wanted behind her cover-up.

He pulled the chair towards her and reclined it back a bit so that she could be comfortable. He put on some black gloves while grabbing the tattoo pen.

"Can you turn your head for me, mama? " he asked. She nodded yes and turned her head to the side.

He started working on the cover-up behind her ear. He noticed that a male's name was tatted behind her ear. He had a smug expression on his face.

"So you got a name tattooed on you?"

Not trying to be in her business, but was trying to be in her business.

"Yeah, I got this lame ass nigga tatted on me that I was with for a while until he did some messed up shit, so my bestie decided to hook me up." She said while being still.

"Hm, how long was yall together?" He asked while focusing on the tattoo.

"We were together for like two, almost three years, maybe?"

He smacked his teeth and shook his head in disappointment. " That's a horrible mistake to get someone's name tatted on you. I heard it was bad luck." She wanted to smack him upside the head but couldn't.

"Don't put that on me, sir. I want no back luck," Tiana said as Josh snickered at her.

"It's not funny, you bozo." He rolled his eyes at her while continuing to do his work behind her ear.

They were back into complete silence again, and she kept hearing the needle buzzing in her ear like some type of fly buzzing around her.

She kept thinking about her relationship with Malakai. It became so toxic for her that she couldn't even deal with his ass anymore after she found out he cheated on her.

Tiana felt like she wasn't going to find love again because she was afraid of the outcome, so she kept her guard up around men, especially the ones who tried to holla at her.

"Who's your best friend?" Josh asked her.

"Her name is Bianca. She told me she comes here often, " she replied while continuing to talk on her phone.

"Ohhhh yeah I know her, I did some designs on her not too long ago."

Tiana nodded her head, listening to him talk. His voice seemed to soothe her because it was so deep and raspy, almost making her sleepy, as she yawned a bit while rubbing her eyes.

He took notice of that, "Long day, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, I'm just hella tired. I'm not going to lie to you." She said.

He just hummed in agreement as he was finishing up her tattoo while turning off his tattoo pen; Jey had sprayed some alcohol on wet paper towel as he wiped behind her ear, causing her to hiss in pain.

Jey snickered at her reaction as she glared at him, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Aye, you wanted this, not me." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How much do I owe you?" Tiana responded as she pulled her wallet out of her purse.

"It's on me, ma; don't worry about it." She looked up at him with a confused expression, which had her thinking to herself, 'What does he mean about that?' Tiana put her wallet back inside her purse as Jey gave her a mirror to check out her new tattoo.

She turned her head a bit to see it, moving her ear to the side to see its design.

"Omg, this is really bomb as fuck." Tiana said.

"Thank you. I mean, they say I'm the best, better than my cousin, no shade or nun." She snickered at his comment as he reclined her chair upwards while she stood up to fix herself.

"Lemme get a quick pic so I can post it on my story." He said.

Tiana knew she was good with poses, so she turned her head to the side, showing off her cover-up tattoo. Jey took a quick picture of it before putting his phone down.

"Thank you; I appreciate it. I never got your name; my fault," Tiana said while monitoring his face.

"My name is Joshua, but people close to me call me Jey or Josh for short—whatever floats your boat, mama." Jey replied.

"I'm Tiana, by the way."

Jey thought to himself for a second while looking at her features deeply. she was a pretty girl that's fahso, and her personality seemed bubbly almost?'Whoever fumbled her cute ass is so unlucky now I'm finna be all up in that.'

"Tiana, huh? That's a cute name for a pretty girl like you; lemme me get your number, lil' mama," He said bluntly as she rolled her eyes at him while he gave her his phone.

He watched her type her phone number in while she gave him back his phone. They stood there in silence as they looked at each other until her gaze shifted towards her buzzing phone.

He watched her walk out his suite as he kept stealing glances at her ass; he knew that thang was thang in that one piece that she had on.

It was almost like he was fascinated with her in some way when they literally just met each other today; maybe it was her features that got him feeling like this with her.

But he had shaken them thoughts outta his head cleaning his equipment up.

✧.*

TIANA

I finally made it home. I parked my car in the driveway right next to Bianca's, turned off the ignition, grabbed my purse, and closed the car door behind me.

As I was walking in the house, I heard moaning and groaning upstairs, which made me realize that Montez was taking Bianca to Pound Town, which I personally did not want to hear.

I went upstairs towards my bedroom while shutting the door behind me as I took off my shoes throwing them on my shoe rack sighing in relief I really did hate being on my feet especially sitting on my ass too.

I fumbled onto my nice, comfortable bed and hugged the pillows until I felt my phone buzz. I thought it was Kai texting me again from a different number, so I went to see who was texting me.

'An unknown number ofc.'

Unknown number: did you make it home safe, princess?

Tiana: who dis?

Unknown number: Did you forget already? You were just here a couple of hours ago, girl.

I had to think about it for a minute since I tend to forget sometimes. The caller ID wanted to FaceTime me, of course. I hung up quickly because I didn't know who this person was until that person called again.

I rolled my eyes. While answering the FaceTime call, she saw a familiar face. That's when it clicked to her: It was Joshua from the tattoo shop.

FACETIME

Jey: now, do you remember?

Tiana: yeah, yeah boy now what'chu want?

Jey: I just wanted to make sure you drove home safe. That's all, princess.

Him and these damn puppy names was going to be the death of me; never had I experienced being called princess like I'm some princess from England or sum.

I placed my phone down on top of my dresser while unzipping my one-piece. This shit was killing me today felt like I couldn't breathe. As I was doing that, I proceeded to wobble my ass outta the one piece hearing Josh snickering.

Tiana: The fuck is funny nigga?

Jey: you, you is funny as hell wobbling like that shawty.

Tiana: Man fuck you, it was really tight.

Jey: mhm

I just rolled my eyes at him and gave him the middle finger. Finally, I got out of one piece and threw it in the dirt bin next to my bookshelf. 'Yes, I read, yes, I'm a nerd.' I was in my underwear while digging through my drawer for some comfortable clothing.

I felt his gaze through the phone, but I didn't speak on it, not understanding why I was getting comfortable with being half-naked on FaceTime with this man I barely knew.

Jey: damn, mama, you got a dump trunk back there.

Tiana: are you flirting with me right now sir?

Jey: maybe, maybe not. I'm just calling it what it is, princess.

Tiana: call me that again imma

Jey: or what?

I ignored him while getting fully naked in front of him and grabbing my towel that was nearby so that I could cover my body until I headed to the bathroom.

Tiana: I'm going to go shower, so I'm going to hang up now.

Jey: nooo, take me with'chu

Tiana: why so? Can you look at my ass or what?

Jey: nah I just wanted to stay on the phone with'chu.

Tiana: sigh ight then whatever you want dawg.

I took my phone with me to the bathroom. As I sat down on the counter table, making it look up at the ceiling, I heard him smack his teeth.

Jey: aye, yo ass betta get me up from looking at this ceiling.

Tiana: my fault, dawg. Lemme fix that for ya.

He seemed pretty annoyed when I did that, but I found it amusingly funny seeing him annoyed at my actions. Meanwhile, I unraveled my towel from my body as I headed inside the shower.

Jey: what do you do?

Tiana: I own my nail tech shop, so I do people's nails and get good tips.

Jey: Fr shawty? shi imma have to pull up to get a manicure from you.

Tiana: I can definitely send you the address to the place.

Jey: Bet that up fasho

✧.*

After taking a nice long shower, I was downstairs cooking me something to eat for dinner while still being on Facetime with Joshua. He was playing the game with his brothers, hollering and screaming at each other like some dogs. I noticed that Bianca came downstairs and came towards me to see what I was cooking.

"Ouuu girl what'chu cooking?" She asked.

"I'm cooking me some chicken in the air fryer along with some rice. I made extra for you and Montez, so y'all can eat after that session y'all had." I said while letting the rice sit.

"Omg, I love you so much, bestie, but who's that on the phone?"

"Oh, that's Joshua."

Her face looked perplexed for a minute, then it clicked, so she put a smirk on her face as I gave her a stern expression, thinking, 'I know this girl isn't going to try to hook me up with this man.'

"B, no, I'm not doing this with'chu tonight, chile." I said.

"C'monn, lele Joshua is a really cool ass person, bro, and then he'll be the first Samoan man you dated." She commented.

Jey: I know that's right, what's up Bianca!

Tiana: Shut the hell up sir

Jey: No need to be rude lil' mama

Bianca covered her mouth after he called me that. This girl is so dramatic. I swear. After finishing cooking the food, I sat down at the table while setting up my phone, and I began eating while watching Joshua play the game.

It looked like he was playing Call Of Duty. He seemed pretty good at the game, but his attention was now on me as his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Jey: What'chu eating, pretty girl?

Tiana: I made some chicken and rice.

Jey: you ain't gon' share it?

'tf he mean was I going to share it?'

Tiana: Um, no, I wasn't planning on it. Also, how the hell am I supposed to share this with' chu, sir?

Jey: never heard of pretending?

'ight he don't gotta be smart about it.'

Tiana: I guess I can share with'chu then you look like you've been starving sir so here boy.

He smiled like a cute puppy as I pretended to give him some of my food while he pretended to eat it. It was kind of cute and funny, and we both chuckled at each other while gazing into each other's eyes. For a second, I could read his facial expression well until Bianca said something.

"Aww, y'all two look cute, girl. Honestly, y'all would be the cutest couple." Bianca said as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Girl, please don't start" I said while continuing to eat.

"Don't be denying it now, lele; you two will end up fucking each other sooner or later and then be a happy couple." I almost choked on my food when she said that, especially while I was on the phone with this man.

I could sense him smirking through the phone as he continued to play the game, and I knew he had just heard what she had said. I'm not going to lie. He was fine as hell, but I don't know where his energy is at right now.

After eating dinner, I made sure I washed my plate and put it in the dishwasher before going upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and yawning.

Jey: you finna go to sleep?

Tiana: yeah, I'm tired

Jey: What'chu doing tomorrow?

Tiana: I have like four clients tomorrow, then after that, I should be free. Why?

Jey: You wanna go out for lunch or sum

'I don't know where he's getting at with this but I like it.'

Tiana: yeah, sure, that sounds good.

Jey: Ight bet I'll see you tomorrow then.

Tiana: Goodnight Josh.

Jey: Night, mamas.

Under Your Touch.

biancabelairwwe, shelovesemma, shelovekai and 58,999 people liked your post.

tianasworld: he fixed me up quick i love it so much. 😍

biancabelairwwe: that's so cuteee I didn't even notice it I'm so happy you got it covered.

shelovesemma: 🫢 you got his name covered?

tianasworld: @ shelovesemma yeah girl I did got tired of seeing it.

shelovekai: wtf tiana 😠

tianasworld: @ shelovekai don't wtf to me nigga you might as well do the same thing. 🙎🏽‍♀️

A/N: welcome to a new storyyyy I honestly wanted to try something different and I got some inspiration from a story I read on tumblr so I hope yall enjoy this one.

Lmk in the comments below ⬇️ love yall.

Stay Ucey.

[fickle-fixations]

Helpless

Oops! I wrote a smut fic 🫣 I haven't even watched Scenes from a Marriage yet but I was watching some clips (this one in particular) and then suddenly this entire fic just showed up on my Google Docs. I don't even know what this man does for work I just know that he's gorgeous (and Jessica's character makes him sad lol). adult content begins directly bellow the cut. Also I'm reposting bc it wasn't showing up in any tags earlier.

Pairing: (soft dom!)Johnathan Levy x f!Reader

Word Count: 1235 // Warnings: sexual content, female masturbation, inability to orgasm, fingering, kind of praise kink, slight degradation, possibly OOC Johnathan - I've only seen like 10 minutes of clips // second person POV, afab female reader

Summary:Your husband comes home to find you trying to get off. Emphasis on trying.

You’d known it was pointless when you started, but you did it anyway. You’d been sitting alone at home when one thing had led to another which had collided so conveniently with the fact that you were ovulating, and you felt that familiar need growing between your legs. At some point, you’d sunk down to the floor so your back was against the bed frame, and one hand had slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, while you used the other to find pictures of your husband on your phone. 

If anyone ever found out you masturbated to pictures of your husband, you’d die of embarrassment. They usually weren’t even nudes, because he never really sent any. You’d heard your nephew use the phrase “down bad” once. That was probably what you were. But there was just no one you were more attracted to, and nothing that turned you on more than your husband.

It got to the point where your fingers were desperately pumping in and out of your sex, your head lolled back, eyes almost closed but still glimpsing one of those rare nude photos that glowed dimly on your phone, now discarded on the floor. You knew you’d reached your limit. Whenever you touched yourself, you would always eventually hit a wall it seemed only Johnathan in the flesh could help you climb. 

It didn’t stop you from trying. Imagining your hand that groped your breast under his shirt that you were wearing and that played with your clit was his. You thought of how turned on your breasts made him. Even when you protested and said they were nothing special, just touching them for a little while would get him so hard and so eager to please you. It made you feel a bit smug that just a part of your body always had such an effect on him. 

You remembered exactly how he would touch you. How he would stroke your hair and mutter how good of a job you were doing while he helped you reach your high.

You moaned and pushed your head further back against the box spring. Your walls were twitching around your fingers. You breathed his name over and over like a prayer.

“Aw honey, well that’s not gonna do you much good, is it?” 

A voice from the doorway snatched you from your reverie, sounding over the obscene squelching, the only other noise in the room.

Jonathan was leaning against the doorframe, looking down at you with little more than mild curiosity. He looked like a work of art, the way the light from the hallway glowed around him where he stood between there and the dark room. You could hardly see his face as it was cast in shadow, but the outline of his curls and his frame was still such a sight to behold.

All you could do was whimper with need when your eyes met his. He knew full well the power he had over you. He knew you were chasing something only he could provide.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, stepping closer. He said it like he was casually inquiring about what book you were reading, rather than seeing you quivering on the floor, whimpering and moaning his name. 

Your fingers ceased their motion, starting to slide out from underneath your boxers, your chest heaving, when he said, “No, sweetie, did I say you could stop?”

“No,” you replied breathlessly. 

He raised an eyebrow at you expectantly, nodding towards where your hand had just been. 

You started circling your clit with your slick-soaked index finger, your hips bucking ever so slightly forward with the motion.

He crouched down beside you, an amused smile spreading across his face at the sight of the picture that was still displayed on your phone.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, baby.” He kissed your forehead and you leaned up into his touch, chasing the physical contact, but he quickly pulled away. “You didn’t think you could get off without looking at me, did you?”

You shook your head in response - you couldn’t find the ability to speak, you were so overwhelmed by sensation and need. Your fingers rubbed faster and you thought maybe, maybe you could get closer to the edge, now that he was here, talking down to you like this.

“But you and I both know that was never gonna get you there.” 

He slid off your boxers as he spoke, your hips jerking towards him as soon as he hooked  a finger in the waistband. He pressed a few soft kisses to the insides of your legs, never venturing higher than just above your knee. His eyes were fixed on your dripping core. He hummed in appreciation at the little show before him.

You only barely noticed the tears of frustration dropping down your cheeks. You needed him to touch you, and give you that release that you craved.

“Johnathan please,” you begged. You sounded so pitiful when you said it. “I need you please-mhhm please.”

He reached up and tenderly wiped away your tears.

“Okay sweetheart,” he soothed, “It’s okay, I’ll help you.”

He kissed your cheek as he replaced your hand with his own, immediately sheathing his middle and ring fingers into you, the palm  of his hand rubbing against your clit.

“I know you can’t do it on your own, sweetheart and that’s okay,” he said against your skin while his fingers curled inside you, beckoning your release. “It makes me feel so special, baby - that you’re so helpless without me. That I’m the only one who can make you come.”

You whined, your hips bucking towards him. You felt your release building within you now. You were already so close-

He took your hand that wasn’t gripped in his hair and brought it to cup the growing bulge in his jeans.

“So special,” he reiterated.

He captured your lips in his and curled his fingers against your sweet spot once more, and that was all that you needed. You came, spasming around his fingers, your fist clenching in a vice-grip in his soft, gray hair. 

He kissed along your jaw, muttering praise as you came down from your high. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

When you were eventually able to think and move again, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. You were a little embarrassed, but mainly just happy to be back in his arms.

“I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.” you said lightheartedly.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, baby,” he said, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather see.”

You both just stayed there for a while, holding each other in comfortable silence.

“What got you so worked up?” he eventually asked.

“I dunno,” you said, shrugging. “I just missed you.”

You pulled away to look him in the eye. You could get so lost in those big brown eyes. He blinked slowly, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. 

“Did you um,” you asked hesitantly, “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding, his eyes glazed over with lust.

He started kissing your neck, his hand snaking up to cup one of your breasts, and a small moan erupted from your chest. He rolled his hips and you felt his firm bulge grind against your leg.

“I missed you so much.”

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thanks for reading :)🖤 If you liked it and are Oscar Isaac trash like me, I also wrote an Anselm x Reader imagine (1.5k words) and a Jake Lockley x Reader fic (1.5k words)

[rcsegldx]

open to: f/nb plot: your muse faked their own de.ath a few years ago and now they’re back

shellshocked. that’s the only way archie can describe it. he looked like he had seen a ghost -- he felt like he was seeing one. he had been to her funeral, had sat in a pew barely holding back tears while her family sobbed over a casket, had visited what was apparently an empty grave every year on the anniversary of her death. and now here she was, stood in front of him, very much alive. “i thought you were d.ead.” it’s the only thing he can think to say. his voice is empty, his face still slack with the shock.

[9bitghost]

REMEMBER THIS AU???

Took me 2 years, but I’ve finally got everyone’s designs roughed out for my RPG AU!! Some designs gave me a lot of trouble, so I’ll probably change a few in the future, but for now, they’re all based around their outfits in the show. Getting back into this has also got me more into learning about D&D, so classes and subclasses are based on stuff from there and homebrews I’ve found and liked, with some liberties taken for the fun of it. ☆  

I want to write proper backstories for all of them sometime, but until then, classes, alignments, and headcanons are under the cut!! ↓ ↓ ↓ (VERY LONG)

This AU can be set either as its own, or if everyone sat down and played D&D with characters based on themselves. I would love to write fic splicing the two together if I ever get around to it lol

Character Info

David: Ranger/Bard - Champion of Nature (Lawful Good)

S4E7 pretty much laid out his character and class perfectly; David is a Bard at heart, and sought to make people happy with his tricks and performances when he was younger, until he found his true calling in his connection to Mother Nature. His home is wherever he can set up camp and has his heart set on protecting the forests’ natural beauty and integrity from quickly growing cities. Breaks into song at random and dislikes conflict. Prefers to shut fights down though talk and song, but does excel at archery and long-range combat if the need arises.

(tbh, binary-bird’s david design is so much cooler and i was heavily inspired by it, so please just imagine him in that one instead lol)

Gwen: Bard/Cleric - College of Lore (Chaotic Neutral)

In all honesty, Gwen is the most difficult one for me to place in this AU. She strikes me as the one to DM for the kids so Nerris can play, and enjoys creating stories for them, hence why Bard comes as the most natural to class her. An unconventional one, as she’s sharp-tongued, usually straight-faced, and witty in a sarcastic sense. Probably owns a bookshop in her town and writes many of her own books (half of which are erotica and stored in a curtained off area you need a password for). She has a way with words and handles her spear with the same proficiency. Badass fighter if you get on her bad side.

Max: Rogue - Thief/Trap Master (Chaotic Neutral)

Grew up poor and practically on the streets with barely a glance from his parents, Max learned it’s every person for themselves from an early age. Known for being a little shit and a master at picking pockets, MacGyvering traps, and winning bets through words alone. Shitton of knives, prefers throwing them from the shadows. Says he doesn’t care for anyone but himself, but would actually kill a man or 20 for his friends. Met Neil when trying to swindle him out of some expensive potions and wound up traveling with him. Purely for profit at first after hearing about the tech Neil’s in search of, but they ended up clicking and became fast friends (in denial).

Neil: Artificer - Alchemist (Lawful Neutral)

Neil’s family is very well off and many of his relatives are well known scholars; his father being the leading philosopher in their district. Though proud of his family’s and his own scientific accomplishments, Neil became bored of his mundane village and life, and thus set off in search of new scientific discoveries that could land him a place in the history books. Hates combat and stays out of it whenever he can. Sticks to the side lines, crafting bombs, poisons, splash potions, and buffs for the party. Relatively level-headed and often leads the team’s strategies in battle, until things go wild and sends him into a panic.

Nikki: Barbarian/Druid - Path of the Beast Master (Chaotic Good)

Born into a broken family, Nikki fled to the woods at a young age and lost her way home. Found and taken in by a pack of wolves, she quickly answered to the call of Mother Nature and grew into a nomadic lifestyle with her pack. Nikki is a wild one, brandishing her giant axe with ease, communicating with animals, and able to shift into a wolf form. Met Max and Neil as they were passing thorough her forest and nearly bit a chunk out of Neil’s arm on their first encounter. Would do anything for her friends and thinks of them as her own pack as she journeys with them.

Nerris: Sorceress - Storm Bloodline (Neutral Good)

Born to a human mother and elven father, Nerris is skilled in magic pertaining to the elements, specifically lightning and electricity, and not to shabby with their shortsword when the need arises. Left their village on a traditional journey to hone their skills and become a great sorceress to make their family proud. Always up for adventure, but rash and dives head first into more dangerous situations. Met and traveled with Harrison, who they bicker with constantly over who is the better magic user, before they both joined the Main Trio feat. David. Don’t mess with their party, man, Nerris will beat your ass into the neighbouring realm.

Harrison: Wizard - School of Illusions/Wild Mage (Chaotic Good)

Harrison was born with chaotic magic that had his parents on edge since the beginning. He quickly became a specialist in illusions, but due to his wild magic, he’d caused a lot of unintentional trouble in his town, escalating to making his brother disappear with no idea how to get him back. Fled his family and town young in pursuit of honing his magic and searching for a way to bring his brother back. Terrible at hand-to-hand, weapons, or close-range combat, but packs a punch when his magic goes haywire, often being linked to his emotions. Will sometimes levitate without realizing and freak people out. His hat is his nearly unlimited inventory and is probably a dangerous rip in space-time that should be dealt with.

Preston: Bard - College of Glamour (Lawful Neutral)

Preston travels around in search of fame and artistic inspiration and loves any audience he can find. Rarely staying in one place for long, he recites his poetry and one-man acts for captivated audiences in the town’s square or taverns, sometimes accompanied by lute or flute music. His outfits are flashy and as much of a trainwreck as he is so he’s easy to spot. In battle, his acts are usually used to stun or paralyze opponents, often done as a tag team with a more offensive member of the party. If forced to fight, he’s not too bad at fencing his way out of it.

Dolph: Bard - College of Paint (Neutral Good)

Born into a prestigious and proud military family that he left to pursue a career in art. Has painted quite a few nobles’ portraits and has thus become well known as a traveling painter. Became quick friends with Preston when they met in a town square Dolph was passing through. Hates conflict and tends to stay back in battle, but if he has to fight, he’s able to summon whatever he paints in ink to fight for him (think Sai from Naruto lol).

Ered: Rogue - Scout (Chaotic Neutral)

Daughter and assassin-in-training of her two fathers who work closely with their country’s monarchy. Though she loves them more than anything, Ered has more of a go-my-own-way attitude, opting to work more freely and alone for smaller contracts than under her parents’ wings. Amazing sharp-shooter with her crossbow and can hold her own in hand to hand combat. She’s a name quite a few know in underground circles, and Max has heard of her before as well.

Nurf: Barbarian - Path of the Brawler (Chaotic Neutral)

Half-orc and full temper, Nurf is a brawler through and through. On the run for various crimes and resents the justice system for putting his mother behind bars. Fights mainly with fists and daggers and is one of the strongest in the party. Actually quite perceptive and insightful, but whether he chooses to act upon that insight is entirely dependent on how he feels at that moment. Nurf joined the party a little later than the rest, after meeting them during an ongoing brawl and teaming up as a spur-of-the-moment decision. He stuck around for one reason or another.

Space Kid: Cleric - Cosmic Domain (True Neutral)

Space Kid comes from a line of astronomers and astrologists, and he too answers to the Stars and Celestial Bodies. Many of his decisions are based on what star charts tell him and he’s just happy to be along for the ride. Met the Main Trio early on during a quest relating to astrology and, realizing they lacked a designated healer for the team, found Space Kid to be decent enough. Probably has untapped powers that are pretty incredible if he knew how to access them. Sticks around due to the Stars hinting that their fates are tied and good things will come about in the party’s future.

Other Notes

I’ve gotten an ask or two in the past asking about Daniel and he is 1458903% a Lawful Evil Warlock/Bard who answers to his patron Xemüg. Quartermaster is also a Warlock, probably Chaotic Neutral, and I like the idea of his patron being The Octopus (thank you S4E5 for the harrison and QM inspiration).

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it was the first time in a long time that glo woke up fully rested, she knew it had a lot to do with the amount of marijuana she smoked last night and made a mental note to ask her dealer for that same strain again. it was rare for her to walk over to the coffee shop, she hated being around more then five people in such a small space, but today was a new day, it was a good day. “i’m going to get a medium coffee and a blueberry muffin please,” she said to the cashier, glo glanced over her shoulder to the person behind her. “oh, and i’ll pay for their order as well.” she said stepping aside so the person behind her could make their order.

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la isla bonita

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sexual themes, mature language, smoking, unprotected sex, slight predator/prey play, slight dub-con, mentions of threesome, mentions of double vag, squirting, fingering, degradation, and beach sex. Minors do not interact.

Note: reposted this bc it wasn't showing up on tags :( anyway, lol hope you enjoy this chapter :) 💖

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Synopsis: The younger Haitani is either out to make amends or to infuriate you further.

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chapter iii | chapter v

CHAPTER IV - SEX ON THE BEACH

Birds of green and yellow flew off from the trees when a shrill cry of frustration broke into what was supposed to be a peaceful morning. Takeomi winced at your scream audible even from where he sat by the shore, smoking his third cigarette of the day. He wanted—needed to save up the remaining sticks he had; else he would turn crazy. Rather have black lungs than act like his younger brother. Yet, with every scream and Sanzu telling you to pipe down, the older man was tempted to just light up all his limp cigarettes and pollute his lungs and air to block out the stress-inducing noise coming from the wooden shelter.

Koko must’ve shared the same sentiment, walking out of there to seek peace and silence with hands pressed against his ears. The dark circles under his eyes are evidence of last night’s trouble falling asleep and adapting to such an environment. Never had trouble with growing out his hair, Koko wished he could cut it because boy was it fucking hot here. Used to the luxury of having a cool AC blowing in his office or in his fancy cars, the silver-haired treasurer was sweating bullets often. Catching Takeomi’s almost dead-like gaze, the silver-haired executive chuckled lightly.

“They just wouldn't shut up, huh?”

“What is it this time?” Pocketing the rest of his cigarettes, Takeomi raised a brow at Koko’s amusement and watched as he plopped down to the space beside him. The sand underneath his bum was warm, Koko smirked. It made the older Akashi laugh, bare feet pressing further into the sand and his hand scratching his stubble. “Don’t tell me… Ran jumped her? Or was it Kakucho this time? If it’s the latter, I’d be more fucking surprised.”

Koko shook his head, pointing his thumb at the wooden shelter with an exhausted sigh. It was way too early for shenanigans. “It’s Sanzu.” At the mention of his brother, the older Akashi stiffened. What happened this time? “Pointed a gun at her when she just woke up, threatened to shoot if she wouldn't shut up. I’d be fucking screaming too if I were in her place ‘cause that's just messed up”

Takeomi winced. Sure, Haruchiyo could be as eccentric as he wants to be—those who pointed it out or made fun of him don’t live to tell the tale anyway—but that was pushing it too far, especially to threaten their new secretary with a gun all because he was still suspicious of her despite it being ten days since the sinking of the yacht. Takeomi, even when he knows Bonten’s number two is rarely wrong in his inklings, did not share the same idea of the secretary having a part in the bombing. So, what was causing his brother to be quite hostile towards you?

“Yeah, very messed up.”

“Do you think he’s doin’ it out of boredom?” Koko muttered, scooping a handful of sand only to throw it towards the shore. Tiny grains fly into the air, either joining the rest or hitting the surface of the water. “He can’t be serious about tormenting her until she confesses if there is anything she has committed. Plus, Mikey has already said she’s innocent—no matter how fucking weird his method was, he did test her that night. Surely Sanzu wouldn’t go against what Mikey has declared.”

Before Takeomi could give his opinion on the matter, both of the men caught sight of you running out of the shelter. Fuming in annoyance at the rude greeting by Sanzu Haruchiyo and Haitani Ran immediately jumping into the scene, suggesting to quell your exasperation by having sex, you just about had enough. But you knew that this would happen. Haitani Ran was a man who loved to conquer and subdue—having had a taste of you, he wanted more. More to chew and spit out. You began to think the man was a well-oiled machine than a human, having the energy to go round after round despite how many hours he has railed or folded you in half during your secret rendezvous deep in the night either against a tree or in the falls. Indulging such a man was both a pleasure and a pain in the ass. And to think it has only been four days since that night when Mikey tested your loyalty. Oh, how could you forget that evening?

“F-fuck! She still keeps clenching around my cock. Gonna milk me dry, baby? Haven't got enough? Can’t believe this is the exact cunt that took both of us earlier. So fucking tight!”

Face sticky due to tears and Kakucho’s cum, you mewled into Ran’s shoulder that had teeth marks due to biting into the flesh from overstimulation. Tears of bliss ran down your cheeks as another sob was forced out of your lips at the stretch of your slick pussy that took two cocks moments ago. Kakucho, worried about you passing out, decided to stand by and stroke his leaking dick at the lewd scene of you and Ran. Slightly thrusting into his fist that he wished was your squeezing warm walls. His grunts and heavy panting unnoticed by you. Nor was the splashing of water every time Ran moved, trying to hit deeper each time. The sound of your heart pounding filled your ears.

“Play with her clit, Ran. Fucking hell, make her squirt.”

“Want her to squirt on your face, Kaku?”

The fear of your cunt tearing floated in your hazy mind for minutes now, yet often disappeared at every kiss of the cock’s tip on your cervix. Babbling your anxiety, Ran was always quick to hush and coo that it wouldn't. That you were taking him so fucking well. That there is no way a weeping hole would break.

“Such a good, good pussy. So eager to please—shit! Gonna fucking cum again!”

Never have you ever thought of achieving such a feat or even being fucked by two of your employers at once after Mikey.

Removing such images from your head was like scrubbing off wine stains on a white dress. Damn impossible. Yet, no matter how much you tried to deny it, it was a memory you wish you'd never forget even if you somehow had amnesia or Ran fucked your cunt to the point you found yourself dumb enough to remember your name.

At least Kakucho wasn’t like the older Haitani. No, Bonten’s number three was more subdued with his carnal instincts. Guarding your back or helping you with the chores, Kakucho liked to talk and seemed to have opened up more. He wasn't like Ran, who often disappears into thin air whenever you seek assistance from him. Lazing around or napping under a tree was like the Haitanis’ code, infuriating the others at times.

Kakucho was helpful, and a lot nicer. You found the stoic man to be hiding warmth under all the cold and hard exterior he has built over the years due to his difficult life. However, he did have his needs. And while he wasn’t like Ran who asked for your presence day and night, Kakucho was satisfied in having you once or twice. In secret or in your private quarters, Kakucho will have you. But such an occurrence always leaves you limping, retreating to your room to sleep away your exhaustion, or passing out because of the soreness of your muscles he often massaged afterward. Muttering soft apologies and placing kisses on your bare back.

“Where does it hurt, hmm?”

Groaning into the sheets, you buried your face further into the crook of his neck. Bones almost akin to jelly, you merely threw your arm around his waist in reply. Too tired to verbally respond, opting to sleep right away. Kakucho, on the other hand, stifled a laugh while reaching for your hip, applying pressure there.

“Do you want to go and wash up? I’m sure no one’s up at this hour. Could carry you there,” he whispered, mismatched eyes trained on your sleepy expression. Hearing your soft grunt in approval, Kakucho was quick to sit up, putting on his shorts and covering your bare form with the blankets. The evening sky greeted him and you, in his arms, accompanied by the numerous crickets singing in the tall grasses and the waves crashing against the shore. “We’ll be in and out before you know it.”

One thing they do share in common though was their bountiful energy that often left you wondering how they managed to have it in them to pound your cunt after a full day of either spearing fishes, climbing trees, or gathering wood.

Lamenting your aching back, you paused on your steps upon seeing Koko and Takeomi staring at you from where they sat. Putting on a small smile, you walked up to them. “Do you mind if I sit here, Sir?” you asked Takeomi, who shook his head and gestured to the empty spot next to him. A serene silence washed over the atmosphere, the saltwater kissing the shore quite calming.

“I’m sorry about Haruchiyo,” Takeomi whispered and sighed into the air, irises up in the sky. “I know that me apologizing wouldn't do much. That boy doesn't listen or take orders from anyone else anyway… But I do hope you won’t be scared off and quit.”

Chuckling at his words, you shook your head and shot him a reassuring smile. “Nothin’ to worry, Sir. I won’t quit anytime soon. Plus, I should probably get used to having a gun pointed at me. I’m serving Bonten after all… Violence is something I should be used to.” Lowering your head, you brought your legs close and placed your chin on top of your knees. Cheeks warm in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about my screaming earlier.”

Hearing those words from a sweet woman, Koko and Takeomi were sure their hearts felt heavier than ever at your statement. Because in no way should you be used to it. In fact, maybe if Senju were still alive, Takeomi was sure you’d be friends with her. Probably do what other women do in this day and age—not worrying about whether you’d get caught in the crossfire or have to adapt to such a dangerous line of work. A brilliant woman like you shouldn't even be working for Bonten. And yet, Takeomi would rather shoot himself in the head than drive you away. Proving yourself to be better than the other secretaries they have hired over the years. Especially one who could stand up to his brother when needed.

“Don’t worry about it. What you did is understandable.” Bonten’s advisor then smirked, meeting your gaze. “How about I make it up to you? Since my silly ass brother keeps bothering you, I bet you're super stressed out. Do you have any requests? I could take over your duty of gathering wood for today.”

Expecting you to agree or probably ask him to climb that tree of mangoes you saw the other day, the older Akashi was a bit speechless when you shook your head and pointed at his pocket. The one that contained his cigarettes.

“I’d rather have one of those please.”

Raising a brow, Takeomi was unsure whether you were bluffing or not. He didn’t know you smoked nor saw you. Hand unconsciously reaching down to touch his pocket, he laughed lightly. “You smoke? Or are you going to test it out? Just so you know, it’s bad for your lungs.” The pointed stare you gave him caused Takeomi to put on a solemn expression, gradually pulling out a stick and then, holding it in front of you. Hesitance obvious in his aura. “Don’t waste it. I’m saving these, you know. If you’re doing this out of fun, might as well don’t go through with it. Every stick counts right now.”

Taking the limp cigarette, you shot him a victorious grin. Giving you one of his sticks was definitely hard for the chain smoker, which you appreciated. Because for Takeomi, giving up his cars and money was far easier than quitting smoking.

“Thank you, Sir. I won’t waste it, I can assure you.” Placing the cigarette between your lips, you got up and started your path to the bonfire. Today’s breakfast wasn’t finished, the freshly caught fish on sticks made to be skewers laid across the banana leaf. Kakucho, tasked with the cooking, hasn’t come back yet, still searching for fruit. Squatting by the flame, you were unprepared for Takeomi sneaking up behind you and snatching the cigarette you successfully lit. Brows furrowed, you watched the advisor with narrowed eyes as he inhaled the nicotine. Cringing at the puff of smoke Takeomi blew in your direction.

Asshole. What was the point of agreeing when you’re just going to take it away?

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled, walking past you. A smirk on his lips that you were tempted to punch and hopefully have him swallowing the cancer stick whole. “Ask for anything else—just not my cigarettes.”

Are all Akashi’s like this?

“That was fucking mean,” Koko huffed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the older man’s actions. “Should've said no from the start.”

“What if she asked for that expensive ass shampoo you’ve been trying hard to hide, huh? Or those hair treatments? Surely you’d think twice. Wouldn't wanna wash your hair with toothpaste, yeah?” Takeomi secretly grinned when the other fell silent for seconds. Koko then stuck out his tongue at the man, crossing his arms on his chest.

“First off, those are mine. Second, it’s not like I’m hoarding it all to myself. I even gave Ran and Mikey some conditioner yesterday! And it’s not my fault toothpaste is what we have so much of right now.” Rolling his eyes at the retreating man, who figured it was time to head back into the shelter while the others were slowly coming out, Koko turned his attention to you. “Are you free later?”

“Yes, Sir,” you immediately answered, not curious as to what he wanted. Washing his hair has become something the two of you enjoyed when it was bath time. That and he’d bribe you with those hair treatments Takeomi was talking about. Days being on the island, the harsh sun beaming down on you during midday was making your hair dry. “The usual?”

“Yeah, let’s just make sure Takeomi isn’t around to poke fun at us.”

Now combing through silver strands of now silky smooth hair, shielding yourselves from the sun’s rays underneath palm trees, Bonten’s advisor was nowhere in sight. This pleased Koko, stifling soft groans of happiness whenever you massaged his scalp. Half of his torso was underwater, enjoying the cool temperature.

“Ah, this is the life indeed.” Koko gleefully splashed water into the air. “Imagine if that yacht never exploded. We’d be sipping margaritas by the balcony by now. Wouldn’t have to worry about bugs and sunburn. The perfect paradise!”

Expecting no interruptions, you found yourself glancing behind you to see who was approaching. The sound of grass rustling didn’t escape you despite the noise of running water and the next thing you knew, Ran stood behind you.

“Baby, got orders from the boss.”

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” Koko grumbled, glancing at the older Haitani briefly in irritation which Ran shrugged at. Washing off the lather from your hands, you spun to face the man whose violet irises were filled with mirth. No longer feeling your fingers on his scalp or threading through his hair, the silver-haired executive was mumbling under his breath as he approached the falls.

“As far as I know, I got no tasks for the day except to gather wood and to make dinner.” Standing straight, you wiped your damp hands with a towel. Hearing no response, you slightly glared at him. “This better not be another excuse to get me alone, Haitani. I know you’re supposed to be helping Sanzu around. Lazing about will get you in trouble.”

“I know that, sweetheart. Don’t be so cold. Is this how you treat your lovers?” Ran’s eyes resembled a puppy kicked to the curb, making it difficult for you to decide whether to slap his arm or shoo him away. “Besides, I’m not being lazy. I’m actually here on business, ‘ya know?” Clearing his throat, he added. “It’s Mikey. He wants you to go gather wood now.”

“Now?” you echoed, unsure at the notion. “But it’s super hot. And Kakucho is still napping.”

“I don’t know why he’s in a hurry either.” Scratching his neck, Ran hissed at the mosquito buzzing near him. “You know the rules, yeah? Whatever he says, goes. And since your bodyguard is fast asleep, why don’t you take someone else?” Eyes widening for a fraction, Ran then smiled, the person perfect for the job popping into his head. “I know, why don’t you take Rindou? I’m sure he’s free.”

At the thought of hanging out with the younger Haitani, whom you haven’t exactly forgiven for outing you and Kakucho, you bit your inner cheek in contemplation. Rindou Haitani was certainly an individual you did not want to displease or make enemies with. But what he did during that truth or dare game was such a hassle. He hasn’t even asked for forgiveness and you don’t expect him to. Because like the rest of the men here, save for Kakucho and maybe Koko, their pride was as prominent as their hanafuda tattoos.

Yet, what could a secretary do? Certainly, you couldn’t refuse your boss’ orders or go gather wood on your own. What kind of creatures could be waiting to strike in the thick bushes? You still want to live another day and make it out of this island.

But does it have to be Rindou fucking Haitani?

Swallowing all your apprehensions, you found yourself strolling through the thick shrubbery. Rindou, bored, was trailing behind you. Hands tucked in the pockets of his board shorts. Awkward, it was fucking awkward, indeed. Normally, a conversation would’ve been struck up to fill the silence. Rindou did not care, preferring the tranquility and the grass crushing underneath his feet. Anxious at what may happen or what he could say, your lips were sealed most of the time. It wasn’t until you both arrived at a clearing that you spoke, pointing at the far right side.

“I’ll start from there.”

“Alright,” he mumbled, going in the other direction. Irises lingering at his back, you slowly turned your back to him and started to work. Fighting a yawn, you began gathering sticks that weren’t damp or too thin. Minutes passed, you weren’t able to collect much that could be deemed sufficient. Venturing further out, you bent down to collect more thick sticks, never looking up to watch where you were going until you lost your footing. Raging water below, the cliff was unknown to you. The abrupt revelation had you gasping, close to screaming despite no voice could escape, hand dropping the sticks you accumulated and reaching for anything—anything you could grab on to balance yourself. And that happened to be Rindou’s hand, who quickly rushed to your aid.

“Fuck!” he cursed, holding you steady before pulling you up. Feet finally kissing the ground, your throat that was constricted due to fear relaxed. Lungs burning while inhaling deep breaths to calm yourself down, you steadily sunk to the floor. Fingernails digging into your thighs. Rindou huffed, adrenaline in his veins, brows creased. “You should be fucking careful! Got too much to think that you didn’t notice that edge?”

Closing your eyes shut, you whispered with cheeks burning in shame rather than the horrible situation you were thrust into earlier, spiking your stress levels. “I-I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears pricking your vision. How could you be so careless? Didn’t you want to survive? Making such a mistake… How embarrassing. “I-I wasn’t… I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” Bowing your head, you repeated your apologies.

“Rindou is fine,” he exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to collect his frayed nerves. “And stop apologizing, just watch where you’re going next time. Fuck, I swear I was gonna get a heart attack.”

“Don’t say that.” Standing up, you averted from his questioning gaze. Dwelling on the future where he wasn’t able to catch you was pointless and just induced anxiety into your thumping heart. Rubbing your arm, you mumbled. “Ran won’t like that—no one will. We agreed to leave this island all alive.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your statement. “It’s just an expression, doll. There’s no way I’ll die here.” Purple irises that were mesmerizing to the point it was vexing to the soul remained on your face, analyzing your features that were now morphed from shock to confusion. Unable to take his inquisitive staring, you turned to the other side. This made the younger Haitani squint. “You’ve been ignoring me, [Y/N]. What’s the reason?”

“Ignoring you? What do you mean?” He could see through your bluff, especially the fake laughter and tight smile. “I’m not ignoring you. What the hell do you mean—”

“You’re not even lookin’ at me.”

“Why do I have to—okay, fuck, fine. Yes! I’ve been avoiding you, happy now?” Hiding your face into your palms, you groaned. “This is so fucking embarrassing. What’s the purpose of confessing?”

Rindou shrugged.

“I don’t know. At least my suspicions made sense now.” Coughing, the executive cleared his throat. “Ran was right. That bastard is always right somehow that it’s fucking scary. He even said I should apologize… for hurting your feelings and, uh, Kakucho’s.”

“You don’t have to.” Picking up the fallen sticks, you pay no heed to the exasperated exhales from Rindou. “Look, I don’t know what Ran told you, but if you don’t want to… you don’t have to apologize to me or to Kakucho.”

What was the use for apologies when they weren’t even genuine?

“But, I… fuck, I felt bad, okay? This isn’t easy for me, doll. You know that.” Asking for forgiveness was rare for Rindou Haitani. Living in a life where he and his older brother do was take, take, take—remorse was hardly in their systems. And when it was, they could hardly do anything to make it all right again. But whenever Rindou could, he was sure to try. He’ll certainly will. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

First, Takeomi and now Rindou? If Sanzu were to ask for forgiveness next, maybe it is safe to say the world is coming to an ending!

“No, really… it’s fine.”

“Don’t be like that. Tell me.”

“It’s really alright, Sir—”

“Rindou.”

“Si—R-Rindou, it’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself.”

“Fine,” Rindou groaned, close to pulling his hair in frustration. Because how was he supposed to make things right when you refuse to let him? Ran didn’t prepare him for this, figuring you wouldn’t deny his efforts in making amends. Seeing that you were still picking up sticks as a front to hide your face from him, Rindou sighed. Turning back to the cliff, the younger Haitani scrutinized the depth of the water, seeing it wasn’t as shallow as he initially thought it would be. He then spotted a beach a few feet located to the right, so close he could swim to it easily without tiring. The sand is a lighter color than the beach where the shelter is, the waters bluer and clearer, giving it an aesthetic appeal. He just hopes this stunt would be worth it. “Maybe if I jump from this height, you’ll perhaps listen to me.”

“Wait, what?” The second you spun to look at him, it was the exact second Rindou jumped from the edge. Heart stopping, you hurriedly tried to extend a hand to catch him, only for your hand to be met with air. A scream of fright slipped past your lips at Rindou’s body colliding with the water, sinking into its depths, and disappearing from your view. Bubbles surface but not Rindou Haitani, causing the alarm bells in your head to ring nonstop.

What a fucking idiot! Why the hell would he do that?!

Abandoning the sticks, your first act was to stop panicking and look for a way to swim to where he is. Hoping he isn’t drowning or in an immobile state. Rushing past overgrown grass and creepy bugs, you went to the nearby beach and began swimming to where Rindou dropped.

Please, please, please be okay! Oh god, what if he hit his head? What will I tell Ran? Fuck!

“Rindou? Rindou, please answer me!” you screamed, wading closer to the cliff and searching for any sign the younger Haitani survived. At this point, perhaps swallowing saltwater was better than telling the rest that Rindou died because he was stupid to jump from a cliff. “Shit. Don’t play with me, Haitani! Come out now! I’ll forgive you if you do. Just, fuck, please be safe.”

“Are you for real?”

Spinning to see Rindou next to you, hair sticking to his flesh and lips stretched in a cheeky grin, you wished he wasn’t your boss so you could punch him in the nose. Relief flooded your veins, biting back a sob, you splashed him instead. “You fucking stupid? Why the hell would you do that?!” Hearing him laugh at your distress was sure to have your anger rising through the roof, but giggles bubbled up to your throat steadily when Rindou pulled seaweed that stuck to your head. It had you both filled with laughter.

Pulling you close, Rindou patted your head. “Sorry if I scared you, [Y/N]. What you said earlier, though… Is it true? Will you really forgive me?” Scratch his chin with his index finger, his purple irises lowered to the crystal waters cooling both of your skins. “I know what I did last time wasn’t great. You might think Ran is urging me to apologize, but I’d be crazy enough to take it this far… I just really want to say… I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Upon seeing you smile, Rindou was sure he had it this time. Happy that you were going to accept his apology. Maybe he’ll gloat to Ran afterward how he managed to jump from a cliff to you forgiving him. However, you ruined his dreams by splashing him with more water and sticking out your tongue at him.

“I’ll forgive your ass if you catch me.”

“And what if I catch you, doll? What then?”

Shooting him a challenging stare, you smirked.

“You get to do anything, Haitani. Anything.”

“You’re on! Better not eat your words.” The younger Haitani began chasing after your swimming form, the adrenaline moments ago returning. “Start praying I don’t catch your ass ‘cause I won’t let you go unpunished.”

Reaching the shore, your squeals for him to let you go free and Rindou commanding you to stay put colored the atmosphere. Running across the sand, you stumbled and fell multiple times to dodge his grabbing hands. Words of profanity were exchanged. Ending up wrestling playfully on the sand, you were about to grab a handful of the granular substance and shove it to his face when Rindou’s lips met yours in the heat of the moment. And it was the absolute perfect distraction, causing you to fall limp. Rindou moved almost at the speed of light, ripping your shirt and bra off, earning a tiny shriek from you. Breasts now visible, his pupils darkened in hunger. His mouth was instantly wrapped around your left nipple, sucking the nub while his hand roughly squeezed your other tit.

“N-no…” Whining into the air, you keened at the touch of Rindou’s huge palms roaming every inch of your skin, leaving no corner or nook untouched. His lips still sucking on your left tit. Gasping for breath, you tried to push him away, refusing to be forced into submission easily, but the younger Haitani refused to let you go. He was bent on having you dumb. Drool started to slide down the corner of your lips, mind muddled akin to mush at the slight stinging pain of his teeth mixing into the play. “Shit, no! Rindou, it’s painful—ah!”

Lowly chuckling at your attempts of resistance, Rindou shook his head. Grinding his hips and his hard erection against your clothed pussy, the purple-haired executive groaned. The waves crashing to the shore were meeting his back and legs, the cold saltwater useless in cooling his hard-on. “Didn’t I say you might eat your own words? You fucking like that, don’t you, slut? Such a fucking whore taking Mikey and Kakucho’s cocks. Even Ran’s. Let me see if this pussy is as good as my older brother said, yeah?”

“Fuck you, Rindou.” Whine morphing into a moan, you were about to push yourself off the ground. But of course, Rindou had you pinned hard. Anyone who could see you both now would assume the worst. The difference was that your pussy is drenched in arousal, weeping to have a cock inside and split the walls, specifically Rindou’s. And like a predator impatient to swallow its prey, Rindou pulled his shorts down, the angry tip of his cock was leaking with precum when it slapped against his stomach. Doing the same to your shorts and underwear, Rindou licked his lips at the vision of your bare pussy. Throwing the wet garments somewhere above you two.

“Shit, it is even prettier up close.”

Swallowing a squeak, your nails dug into his forearms at the sudden intrusion of his dick. The sting was momentarily but holy fuck, he is huge. It would’ve surely hurt a lot if you weren’t aroused. You swore you almost saw stars and the moon orbiting when he started to speed up, railing you against the sand. The feeling of his veins and his cock throbbing had you mewling.

“Fuck, how is this cunt still so tight?” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours. The sound of skin slapping against skin was obscenely loud to be heard above the waves meeting the shore that it had you biting back a sob. Rindou’s thick and veiny cock stretched your gummy walls deliciously, the fat red tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. You choke back a whimper. “Shit, this pussy is ‘s good, I’m gonna cum… Gonna fucking cum, so good, babydoll. Let me cum in this pussy.”

“No… D-don’t cum inside—fuck!” you hissed, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Unprepared you were when Rindou flipped you over, having you straddle him instead. Crying at the loss of friction and pleasure, you started bouncing on his cock. Tits jiggling in his face. “F-fuck, so big.” The pornographic scene playing out in front of Rindou had him grunting, holding you by the hip and meeting you halfway, the corners of his lips curled up.

“You sure ‘ya don’t want me to cum in this pussy? Breed you like the whore you are?”

“N-no.” Hand over your stomach, you could feel the tip of his cock there. He was just so fucking big to the point you could almost taste him on the back of your throat. Hands gripping his shoulder, your hips slowly became lethargic. “N-no cumming inside. Can’t get pregnant—don’t wanna. Ah!”

“Fuck. Cum, baby. Squeeze me dry.” Rindou winced at your walls clamping down on him. Everything he did, all his willpower exhausted not to cum and shoot his semen into your womb. Quivering, you went limp on top of him, slightly grinding on his pelvis while he kept you from falling. The younger Haitani used this opportunity to slip out of your cunt, rubbing his shaft and shooting his load at your chest and stomach. The milky substance painting your soft flesh and tits. He wished the sight didn’t get his cock to go rock hard again. Moments after your high, you blinked at your surroundings. Collecting your thoughts and wishing the throbbing of your clit would subside, you could’ve blamed your vision for playing tricks on you due to the euphoric state you were coming down from. Could be a figment of your imagination.

And yet, you were sure someone was standing by the trees, observing you both before running off.

“Rindou?”

“Mhm?”

“D-did you see that?” Feeling your grip on his shoulder tightened, eyes straining to see the shadow that caught your eye beyond the vegetation and whatnot, Rindou followed your line of sight. However, no matter how much he tried to figure out what had you tensing, the younger Haitani couldn’t see… whatever it was. “Did you? I think someone was watching us.”

Sighing, Rindou laid back on the sand once more, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s probably Sanzu. That sick bastard must be so bored that he’s roving around the island again.” Noticing that you haven’t removed your gaze from the area, Rindou reached up to rub the back of your waist in hopes it would take your mind off of what you’ve seen. But of course, it doesn’t. “Just don’t mind him, doll. Look, I’ll make sure to talk to him, okay? Relax…”

Y-yeah, relax…

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[inukag]

PSD Pack #1 // DOWNLOAD

This is a very late birthday present for @kaze-ranna! I decided to make you some psds that you can  use on your gifs if you want to :) I hope you like them!! Please like or reblog if you use. No need to credit me but don’t repost ! Thank you & enjoy ♥

[cinnamonest]

I deleted the Midoriya post bc I spent like hours on that and I want that shit to be searchable and it wasn't showing up in tags lol but when tumblr gets back to me and hopefully fixes it I'll repost it

[janiedean]

can you elaborate on the theon is bi discourse? I wasn't in asoiaf fandom then and i am intrigued.

oh my god guys buckle up that was a wild ride

sooooo, it started in I think 2014 I think and then it came back in tides at least until 2015 and there were some residual wank moments later but like it was one year of people being obsessed about it on and off I wanted to die inside

basically someone makes a post about how theon is absolutely and 100% canonically bisexual and if you think different you’re wrong, at which someone else replied ‘but where do you see this in canon I mean it’s a headcanon in canon he’s heterosexual’. which is a fair point I mean I also headcanon him as bi but it’s a headcanon, not canon.

my god.

IT BLEW UP. it was DAYS/weeks of people posting stuff on the tag either being passive aggressive or downright aggressive like HE’S BI AND I WILL FIGHT YOU ON IT and IF YOU DON’T THINK HE’S X THEN YOU’RE WRONG among which there were some gems like people saying they needed him to be bi because there were no lgbt pov characters in asoiaf (????), at which I made one of my two contributions to that discourse (one was a long-ass post about how theon being bi was utterly irrelevant to his sl so what the fuck were we discussing even) which was ‘okay and jon connington isn’t gay according to you’ to which I got people who were like ‘YOU CAN’T SERIOUSLY IMPLY THAT WE HAVE TO BE CONTENT WITH JONC AS THE ONLY POV REP’ and I was like ‘no but you could give a fuck about the rep you have even if it’s not your fave’ (lol I’m 90% of the jonc fanfic on ao3 where he’s not a side character at this point but never mjnd)

anyway, it died down after I made the long-ass post but then IT CAME BACK WITH A VENGEANCE AND IT CAME BACK WITH THE EXTRA ADDENDUM because now not only he was bi, he also was autistic and possibly poc (okay…) and THERE WERE ENDLESS DISCUSSIONS ON THAT TOO including

someone who said that he was a *theonkin* ie they literally thought they **were** him or so they said and their argument was ‘I’m autistic and I’m him so he’s autistic it’s canon’ ???

someone who never mind going into a ridic discussion over asha having epilepsy according to them because there aren’t disabled characters who do good rep in asoiaf (??? BRAN TYRION JAIME DORAN ????) (also sweetrobin wasn’t okay because he was bad rep) or in literature in general (I guess they never read dostoevsky or a greek tragedy), at some point they were having a conversation with two other people about how the greyjoys were pocs and the immortal ‘well asha is described as having a crooked nose in the books which is not an aryan person’s wet dream so she has to be poc so the greyjoys are poc’ which IMMEDIATELY made me block the people involved in it because casual neonazism made by people who want to look progressive is not my shit

meanwhile S5 had just finished and there was a bunch of theon/sansa content around and some of those people were complaining about t/s people being *fake fans* because they jumped on the bandwagon during the finale (???) and subtly shaming them (??), and then ‘but why don’t people write theon with the characters I ship him with’, WHICH..

turned into ANOTHER t/hramsay discourse bc it was basically like why do ppl do disgusting t/hramsay art when they could be drawing theon/jeyne or theon/other people BUT there was the extra because some ppl complained that ‘people spammed the tag with t/hrobb fics’

which was obviously a dig at yours truly who at that point had tried to not interact with that shit at all but was also the one person being that active in the t/hrobb tag back in the day

and I was already getting pissed off but like then someone shows up with the THEON TAG BINGO in which haters, people justifying torture and people thinking theon deserved ramsay were equated with people drawing the disgusting t/hramsay art AND with people ‘posting seventeen t/hrobb fics in the tag at once’

(spoilers: I spent the next three days reposting seventeen t/hrobb fics I had on tumblr on ao3 out of pure total spite it’s been enough time that I can admit it freely)

anyway at that point a bunch of people were Done TM and I made the umpteenth PLEASE STOP THIS MESS CHILDREN post (I’ve done at least five in this entire nonsensical saga) and finally it sort of died down also because a bunch of those people noped off to other fandoms and the usual old timers remained

obviously throughout this entire thing there was the usual theon hate on the tag but I mean that went unsaid

and tldr it was basically two years on and off of HE’S BI NO HE’S HETERO NO HE’S WHITE NO HE’S POC WHAT DOES POC MEAN WE JUST DON’T KNOW, HE’S AUTISTIC NO HE’S NOT and what was especially grating was that a lot of people obviously meant it as in ‘I like this character BECAUSE HE’S BI AND POC AND WHATEVER’, not as in ‘I have a headcanon and that’s it’, and honest like if you’d like your favorite character less if he was straight white and a cismale when it’s canon that he is I think we have a problem.

anyway I’m not making names bc a lot of people left/changed urls and who even gives a fuck anymore, but that was the theon is bi discourse and I’m so not ever doing that again, like I’m 90% sure that it went on this long because it wasn’t shut down at the beginning and like, no.

only positive thing that happened: at some point I was fed up, I had a fed up anon who went like ‘I decided that theon is a magical sparkly unicorn and that’s the only true headcanon and the best ever’ (yo @magicalsparklyunicorntheon they even made a blog about it) and I actually wrote two fucking fics based on that premise because why the hell not at that point, and yeah that was like the crowning achievement of two years of that shitty headcanon discourse but is2g just thinking about it makes me go like darth vader in the middle of a desert.

and this, kids, was the story of the theon is bi saga/discourse from the 2014-2016 years, it’s been fun but also fucking not

[coshayphinelove]

I remember when OB started, It was small fandom so we started promoting OB by flooding the net so people would know about the show, which worked. But in doing so the OB blogs acquired a fandom of their own then all of a sudden, it wasn't about OB anymore. It became about them! Everybody doesn't have the knowledge or equipment to do Gif. But we love the fandom. But who decides what belongs to who. I know it's not alright to bully and blackball for being fan to promote hate, I know I'm a victim

i remember classic clone club, too.  the main difference then, though, was the content we flooded the net with wasn’t stolen.  all the edits and art and gifs were made by the people who posted them.  i even tried my hand which..... didn’t go well, but it was fun.  which is how it should be.  just because the fandom got bigger doesn’t mean that people get to go around posting things they didn’t make and claiming them as their own.  just because someone has a large following on tumblr doesn’t mean that they deserve to have their art stolen.

i don’t have the knowledge to gif either.  that’s why i hit this amazing little button when i see something i like.

it puts the art on my blog while clearly and easily linking back to the original poster.

gifs and art take a long time and a lot of effort to make.  usually, the artists are not getting paid for fandom stuff.  they probably post a link for commissions under their art or in their sidebar.  taking credit for something you didn’t make not only hurts the original artist by redirecting attention but also makes you look like a dick.  

i know i have unfollowed people who have stolen gifs.  i’m not above blocking someone.  i would report people but i don’t always know where the original came from.  

this isn’t blackballing or hate.  this is making sure that i don’t partake in stolen items.  like, reposting is low-level art theft.  the only reason it’s not illegal is because nobody’s making any money off of it.  the tumblr terms of use, which you agreed to when you signed up, has specific rules against this kind of thing, like there’s a whole page dedicated to art theft.

“who decides what belongs to who” is a very naive question and i’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt here bc i don’t know how long you’ve been in fandom or whatever.  but when someone opens an editing software and exports something that they spent time on, that finished product belongs to them.  they get to post it, claim credit for it, and get the notes.  you wouldn’t take a van gogh off of google images and say ‘lol, whipped this up last night credit to the owners’.  it’s the same concept with fan art.  it’s just harder for them to get credit bc they’re not as iconic as starry night.

if you still think that you can just post gifs that you find, here are some suggestions for alternatives.

reblog and comment in the tags.  i know as a writer i love getting feedback and seeing what people like about my work

if you have an idea but don’t know how to gif, find a gif-maker you like and ask if they take suggestions.  there are some people who would love to make you something and tag you in it

if you’re using a specific gif for a specific purpose in a text post and can’t find it in the little window thing (which you should be checking first), put a link to the page where you found it. it takes 2 seconds but then the original artist gets credit.

if you still aren’t getting what you want, google how to make a gif.  make your own.  then there’s even more content than before instead of the original post and three stolen posts with the exact same thing in them.

please.  i know it’s the internet and people are trying to get noticed in a sea of other people, but there is never any reason to steal art or gifs.  all stealing gifs does is discourage people from making new gifs and then we won’t have anything to reblog anymore.

[of-emrys]

animals

00q, explicit. Bond/Q, exploring fully consensual but questionable habits in (a series of) rough one-night stands. ~1k. No archive warnings apply. Read on AO3.

Summary:  Code, puzzles—neat and intricate and precise—give him thrills; being eaten alive is exquisite.

(He understands Bond, that he tends less towards unnecessary cruelty, not unless provoked—and Q’s done plenty of provoking, at all those wraiths that lay sleeping beneath those old stones.)

Please note the NSFW rating before proceeding!

Q bears it through his teeth, white fingernails tearing into the sheets of his own bed. Trembling legs spread wide, biting savagely down the metallic sting of his own blood, he takes it.

(He understands Bond, that he tends less towards unnecessary cruelty, not unless provoked—and Q’s done plenty of provoking, at all those wraiths that lay sleeping beneath those old stones.)

He burns, from the white-hot core scorching his ribcage to his screaming-raw skin where he ends in serrated metal edges and Bond begins in stiff flesh and still pushes.

(Q wants him. He’s the fucking Quartermaster of MI6; he proves the paradoxical existence of non-existence with his persistence in namelessness, in living a face without genuine substance, without respite.)

(Bond takes that from him and pushes. Bond forces the last few shreds of his existence into a steady tone, attenuating any usable information until he’s reduced to want now—else he’ll lose his fucking mind.)

(Untamed, Bond is dirty, and Bond is good; his cock fills him, pulsing with red-hot blood like a naked heart laid bare in open surgery. And for vicious, vicarious seconds—one swallowing down the next to follow, leaving absolutely nothing in between—Q learns what it means to be alive.)

Q scrunches his eyes shut and feels his guts twist, an unattractively pale stomach fluttering rapidly as he takes and takes the intrusion, just barely a man drowning in air. Above him Bond must be murmuring something, syllables indiscernible, but Q’s focus has been long-since shot. Threads tear with inaudible pops between his fingers; choking on his breath, hissing uncontrollably between gritted teeth, Q desperately tries to breathe.

It feels so, so fucking good. Code, puzzles—neat and intricate and precise—give him thrills; being eaten alive is exquisite.

“Fuck me,” Q snarls, when nothing moves—he bears down, and the animalistic flash in Bond’s eyes is enough to sear a bloody cut across his cheeks, piercing through his mouth in punishment. Bond moves like something feral; balancing precariously on the knife edge of savagery, leaving carefully crafted lacerations that appear shallow and bleed long on Q’s pale skin.

His thrusts in are sharp, hard, staccatos on a page of violent music sheets; they burn inside him like raw alcohol tearing crude nail marks down the lining of his throat. Q, half sat-up, his cold headboard pressing awkwardly into his skull, takes it. When that’s not enough, he tears trembling fingers from crumpled sheets and digs them into his own thigh, opening his legs wider with a vicious gasp.

(This isn’t atonement, not for a sin he’s invited himself.)

Bond shifts the angle; piercing ice-blue eyes locked on his face, he pistons his hips, driving himself in deeper. Q shouts; twists away from sudden white-hot pleasure—but barely half a beat later, he’s tightening around the source of the fire, vaguely registering a low groan.

(This is gluttony, and pride; but Q, he needs a release. Anything worth imitating absolution from his greed is enough for the likes of him.)

(007, in his bed, buried deep in his body, making guttural sounds of animals writhing in heat.)

The build doesn’t end; it swells in intensity and magnitude, wave after growing wave, threatening to swallow him down like it did those precious seconds while Bond was pushing inside of him. In rough thrusts, the pain grows muddled into burning pleasure—fire, one to touch and make whole. Feeling—sensation from moving bodies alone—sucks Q into a high he could never replicate with code.

It leaves him breathless.

(Warmth of a body, heady and radiating heat, so very unlike his; vigorous and alive, in his empty bed. What more could he want, selfishly?)

He doesn’t last long like this. He fights it; arches and writhes and makes desperate keens—but his vision is flickering and overstimulated whines spill between his teeth with his inevitable release, feeding 007 his damnable price.

Bond’s grip on his thighs are brutal and white as he follows, shuddering warmth inside him. They breathe like they’ve run from the end of the world, off-sync and selfish and greedy; Bond’s hand trembles minutely under the inside of Q’s knee.

(The undersides of his calloused fingers scratch roughly into fragile skin, but Q only breathes. Takes advantage of the moment to force the fill of his lungs back into life; pulls at nothing until he regains substance and gathers his cracked mask of sanity back into a whole with his fingers. Bond never looks directly at him when they’re at this point. He waits: a thousand, then two, three; three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight—)

(Exhale; then familiar, involuntary shudders as the intrusion pulls out, leaving him sore and empty.)

(Once-swallowed seconds are slowly released, and time regains linearity, collecting seconds into minutes and into moments. Bond’s hand steadies.)

(—nine seven nine three two three eight four six two six—)

Only when Bond lets go of his thigh does Q find the bridge of his nose and smile, tightly; with a brief nod and hazy fingers, he peels himself off his own mattress, body grating on his bones like rusting old metal.

For the likes of him, whatever it is that approximates reprieve waits in a cold shower in his master bathroom. He tries not to slip across icy tiles on shaky knees and doesn’t have to linger long to hear the window close shut.

***

(Landing neatly from Q’s fire escape, Bond grimaces; the drizzle from the evening earlier has remained on the tarmac, staining his trousers.)

(Q’s run from him again. This isn’t new: many have tossed him once they’ve touched to what they believe is sufficiency. He’s a bit of an addict, that one; not one to be pitied, as Quartermaster, but perhaps, as a man—)

(But Q is not a man; he’d lost that privilege the moment he’d put his foot forward in Six. They live an insubstantial but three-dimensional adult’s world, promises as bonds and all that.)

(Q leaves a man unpleasantly wanting. Bond often enjoys sex, both rough or in layers, but with Q, it leaves an odd aftertaste on his tongue, so unlike the weapons Q crafts for him.)

(A shame, that. But Bond does not prod, and neither does Q.)