#this is one of my fave things ive written

[dreaminghour]

Blacken My Name (10000 words) by dreaminghour

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, victorian au, Blood and Violence, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Morality, Ex's to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, so much fucking rain…, Post-Duel on Mustafar (Star Wars)

Obi-Wan contemplated the rain that ran in coursing rivulets across the cobble stones. It stank considerably less now that the rain had come, but it was a long walk back home from the pub. He splashed into the puddle and nearly tripped over the man who had been left for dead in the gutter. He would drown soon probably if the rain kept up. Obi-Wan sighed, feeling the rain creep in his collar and soak up his trouser legs, dripping into his shoes. He'd not been prepared for the rain. Nor for an impromptu rescue of an old friend.

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On the threshold, the bartender's heavy hand on his shoulder, Obi-Wan contemplated the rain that ran in coursing rivulets across the cobble stones. It stank considerably less now that the rain had come, but it was a long walk back home from the pub.

He wouldn't be walking, however.

"Out!"

The bartender pushed Obi-Wan with considerably more force than was necessary, sending him splashing into puddles and nearly making him trip over the man who had been left for dead in the gutter. He would probably drown soon if the rain kept up.

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"You need not tell me to never darken your doorstep again," Obi-Wan said, making sure his upper-crust accept was as crisp as possible. "You won't have a doorstep by the time I'm through with you."

The door slammed shut, taking all the warmth of firelight and tallow candles with it. Gas hadn't come to this part of the city yet, which was part of the appeal of older pubs like this. Obi-Wan sighed, feeling the rain creep in his collar and soak up his trouser legs, dripping into his shoes. He'd not been prepared for the rain. Nor for an impromptu rescue of an old friend.

He was in no rush to make sure Anakin wasn't drowning in his puddle, however. The last time they'd seen one another, they'd left one another battered and bloody; his emotions still felt scrubbed raw.

When he knelt in the gutter Obi-Wan prodded Anakin, felt the soaked fabric of his shirt, felt how cold he was, and some ancient, innate instinct to care for his friend, for someone he'd once thought of as a brother, overrode all the other messy emotions. He rolled Anakin over, earning a groan, water spluttering out of the unconscious man's nose, along with copious amounts of blood. If he didn't lose a tooth over this, he'd be lucky. He was breathing normally however, and Obi-Wan stepped away for a moment to hail a cab with a loud whistle. The carriage jolted from the end of the street where it waited, and Obi-Wan worked on getting Anakin sitting upright, trying not to think about how thin he felt, or about how he was shivering.

The cab drew up beside them, the horse's harness jangling loudly despite the kick of thunder above them, and the driver made a point of grumbling, "You two are soaked. You'll get my carriage wet."

"We're going to the Temple Club," Obi-Wan said curtly.

"Oh, let me help you with him, sir." The driver was down in the muck immediately, now that he knew how much money was in the fare.

The ride to the center of Coruscant was long, and Anakin slept soundly, dripping onto Obi-Wan's shoulder, giving him plenty of time to mull over the distant past and the time in between. Thinking about Mustafar was still too hard, but he was a soft touch, and he still could not help coming to Anakin's aid. Despite everything.

Though it had been late evening when Obi-Wan had left his rooms in the Club, it was early morning as they rattled across the bridge and closer to warmth and safety. Still Anakin slept.

At the door, the butler came out with a footman who helped Obi-Wan get Anakin down and into the dry foyer, while the butler passed notes to the driver who then rattled off to pick up another early-riser or ne'er do well. Which of them was which, Obi-Wan could not say.

The doctor gave Obi-Wan such a glare as they brought Anakin in, he had to wave her off before she could irritably pluck at Anakin's wet clothes. "I'll be taking care of him, Dr. Che. I know your services are for members only." He winked for good measure, but she frowned as the footman continued to help him with Anakin.

It required both of them to get Anakin up the stairs. In another life, Obi-Wan might have carried Anakin all by himself, but propriety being what it was, the escort was for the best. Anakin had not been banned from the Club per se, but kicked out rather unceremoniously just before he and Obi-Wan had had their unfortunate and rather final confrontation. Behind them, voices drifting up the stairs after them, he heard the butler trying to soothe the doctor, but he didn't want to hear what baseless assurances were being made.

Obi-Wan himself didn't know how he felt about having Anakin back here.

The black and white cat yowled as she was kicked out of Obi-Wan's bed, but he quickly stripped Anakin with the footman's help, put him in pajamas which were too short for him and bundled him under the covers. Turning up the stove in his room was easy, and Obi-Wan bustled around while the footman got out the cot and made the fire in Obi-Wan's little parlor room.

The footman left the kettle near the fire when he left, taking Anakin's torn and bloody clothes with him, ostensibly 'for cleaning' but if they were never seen again, that would be alright. It wasn't as though Anakin lacked for clothing or anything really. He'd stepped up as far as any of the Temple Club members were concerned. The Temple wasn't a charitable institution, but it did demand a certain code of conduct from its members, and allowed them certain privileges in return. Unlike the Senatorial Club, or any of the clubs with exclusively noble members, having money or a name was not a requirement to take up residence. A member could come to the Temple a pauper if they had certain skills and values, and through the support of other member become an influential member of society in their own right.

Obi-Wan fell into his chair by the fire, realizing he was still wearing his soaked clothing, and let himself be dried out the slow way rather than going back into his bedroom and changing. The thought of undressing while Anakin lay in the bed sent an unpleasant tingle down his spine, it threatened to ruin untainted memories.

It did not do him any good to see Anakin getting into bar fights, to see him so thin. The man in the bed, pale and weak, was so far from the arrogant youth who'd turned away his offers for help. That man had almost single-handedly destroyed the corruption case Club members had been working on, digging up a conspiracy whose roots stretched back decades…

In Obi-Wan's bed lay a man almost as delicate as the boy who'd been brought in from the poor house after his mother had died. It was almost too easy to believe he was still that young man, whose hubris had never betrayed them all.

Being naked even just to change his clothes, being vulnerable around Anakin for any amount of time felt shockingly easy — but it was too much like forgiveness. Obi-Wan could not allow himself to fall into old habits. He would care for Anakin while he was bloody, maybe let him say his piece, but beyond the charity he would extend to any stranger, he could not allow them any intimacy.

Artoo jumped lightly into Obi-Wan's lap, chirping as she realized how damp he was, and jumped back down.

He did not dare go back into the bedroom, but he could hang his own clothes on the grate and wrap himself in the old brown robe which hung behind the door. He made himself tea while Artoo watched him with slitted eyes, not even pretending he would sleep in the old camp cot the footman had made up for him. He didn't see a chance for sleep for himself, his nerves were too shaken — he made himself a strong tea.

And if he checked on sugar for Anakin's tea when he woke, that was merely another old habit.

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[cuz-reasons]

Summary: Emmet visits his brother's grave.

Guess what time it is!

[howdyboh]

Satan as the Allegory of Astrology by Lorenzo Greuter

i have decided I will just post whatever, like I did on my old art account. woe ��� gay satan be upon ye

[domoz]

I had an idea for a little Hika/Tobi soulmate (healing when they touch trope specifically) thing, and I thought, “I can probably do that in 1-2k words tops.” But I ended up going double that which seemed too long for the oneshots I usually post here. So... Link to ao3 instead.

[rinhaler]

haiiii!! pls don’t take this as me rushing you! take all the time in the world you need but i was just wondering if you plan on releasing any fics soon? if not it’s totally ok i’m just curious since i really enjoy your writing!

i finished writing a 20k prologue a few days ago but i think im gonna save posting it until the pretty white haired man's birthday next month, other than that I've got some req WIPs but I'm taking my time with my writing and stuff atm! I was in a pretty bad plac recently abt my writing and my self esteem so I'm rly trying not to put pressure on myself and force myself to do things I don't wanna, I'm just trying to find joy in it again!

[kocch]

me whenever I put all my effort into that One fic and leave That comment and the author responds selectively to that one comment: omg I've been noticed by senpai - am I, am I better than everyone??

[aria0fgold]

AO3 Tag Game!

Thank you for the tag @misty-wisp :D This looks so fun!

How many works do you have on AO3?

12! And it's steadily increasing as I get more (and randomly) ideas to write fics bout >:3c

What's your total AO3 word count?

126,004! Whoooaaa... That's a lot :o Ngl, I barely visit the statistics of my ao3 account so I didn't expect that one.

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Okay, so... it's 5? I think. On my main ao3 account it's 2 though! OMORI and Mahoyaku! Buuuut! I've written for Persona 5 (with Magic Kaito) but I'm... too shy to put it in my ao3 account so it's just in my tumblr. The other 2 is somewhere else... (I've written a oneshot for Genshin Impact in an old ao3 account that I don't wanna open up again cuz it's so embarrassing for me... I don't even wanna read that oneshot, I'd die of embarrassment. And the other one is Honkai Impact 3rd, I forgot where I put that one but I do know I wrote a oneshot with Bronya and Seele for it).

Top five fics by kudos:

It's all from OMORI!

Once again, from the beginning - I did not really expect this one to have as much kudos as it has now, like, tbf yea it's my most well planned one but it's still so crazy to see the kudos on it-- wai when did it pass that number-- I never really check the kudos but wtf happened here.

The Tune of the New Morning - How did this one get that many kudos too??? This is my very first OMORI fic and ngl, whenever I look at it I get the very strong urge to rewrite everything from the beginning cuz of how badly planned it is. If OAFB is well planned, this one is terribly planned. I literally make things up as I go.

Magician in the Mirror - Is in the top 3!!! Lookit!!! :D The work I'm proudest in cuz this is my 2nd fic and also the one I just went ham on! I wanted it out during anni and it was all a last minute thing but I'm so glad it turned out well despite that!

The Pawn and the Bishops - I didn't expect to see this one here but alas... it is... I quite like this one though! It's the first one I've written with a fairly heavy and gloomy atmosphere and I think I did pretty good on it!

And thus, the snake ate no more - I see you're here too... This one is actually like a mix of my planning between OAFB and TNM in which that it's in the middle of well planned and terribly planned. Think of it as the middle child of my longfics. With OAFB being the spoiled youngest and TNM the unplanned first child.

Do you respond to comments?

YES! As much as I can! I like receiving comments and I like responding to them as best as I can but I also get pretty nervous bout it... so I end up barely responding anyway oh boooooo.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

I??? Don't think? I have written any with an angsty ending yet? I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort so most of the fics I've written so far always had a happy ending so! Maybe in the future 👀 Maybe.

Do you write crossovers?

Is the Kaito Kuroba from Magic Kaito in Persona 5 now as Akiren and Co.'s friend stuff I've written considered crossover? If so then yes! It's actually pretty fun to write one! :D

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I don't think so? Pretty happy that I haven't yet, thank goodness!

Do you write smut?

Nope! I don't know if I would though, truth be told I don't have much knowledge with writing smut, I barely read any stories (novel wise) with it as a guideline cuz I... I can't visualize it well enough, my brain is not equipped for it (I try to read smut and spend the next few minutes figuring out the characters' positions. Yall smut writers out there impressive with it cuz honestly how).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and thank god for that!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I HAVE!!! AM SO HAPPY BOUT IT!!! :D Someone translated Magician in the Mirror to Chinese and it's so cool!!! I think there's only a Chapter 1 of it but it's so cool and nice and sweet and awwwwww.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Alright, sit down. This is very important. I need you to listen closely, attentively, and carefully... I Love CaiOwe/OweCai. I LOVE CAIN/OWEN!!! OWEN/CAIN!!! CAIN&OWEN I LOOOOOVVVEEE ANYTHING WITH CAIN AND OWEN!!! It's my all-time favourite ship, nothing can compare to Cain and Owen from the hit japanese game, Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku aka Mahoyaku aka mhyk aka Promise of Wizard. They're my most favourite ship I'd go to war for em, I love em so so much, I adore em sooooooo much, I see any fanart of em and my day gets better immediately. They're my lifeblood, my ambrosia, my everything. I love caiowe/owecai with all my heart...

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Looks at oafb, tnm, and attsanm... I'd like to believe that regardless of how much time had passed, I would be able to finish any of those three though. Hyperfixation gone or not, I wanna finish em!

What are your writing strengths?

I think it'd be monologue? Inner monologue? What do you call that thing where it's just the narrator focusing on the characters' thoughts and feelings and their overall view on the situation??? I think I'm pretty good at that, maybe. And somehow I'm good at accidentally setting things up, I don't know how but I just accidentally do things that connects stuff.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogues... I'm so bad with dialogues most of the time I spend in writing is getting the dialogues right. I'm also really bad at descriptors, I'm bad at describing things so I just try to either describe something as best as I can with the help of searching through the internet or get around that part by just being poetic.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's pretty neat! :o I feel like I've seen fics like that before but can't really remember though I did think it added detail to the story of it!

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Uhhh, I think it waaaaass Honkai Impact 3rd? I think it was the Bronya and Seele fic I've written somewhere that or it was the Genshin Impact fic instead. It was either of those two.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Magician in the Mirror!!! It's my favourite I've written so far and the one I'm proudest of! And a lil biased, but the latest favourite one that I've just recently written is Look back, Orpheus which is a fic for caiowe from mhyk! Once again, from the beginning is the 2nd favourite though :3

Thank you again for the tag! Dunno who to tag though but for anyone that sees this, feel free to do it! :D

[foxmulderautism]

theres a 545 word paragraph in here that is giving microfiction.....

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

i canNOT believe it's over, i canNOT believe you left it on that absolutely blindsiding sucker punch of a scene, i canNOT believe my stupid little boys have finally grown into stupid little men ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹💘

TRUST ME I AM HONESTLY TORN UP ABOUT IT BUT AM SO PLEASED AND GIDDY BY YOUR REACTIONS, MUAH!

[cielospeaks]

aime tachi plot: everything has to make sense, there are rules for the story even tho its self indulgent, yadda yadda, character development, progression consistency

dreamdom hearts plot: anyways the dream works au versions of fe characters and my oc recruit enjoyable single dw villains to go have slightly creepypasta shenanigans with a presumably dead oc

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: A series of birthdays spent apart. And one together.

Welcome to my birthday party, there will be a chapter posted everyday until my birthday on Tuesday.

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; fem!reader (wearing a dress and pencil skirt, wearing makeup, referred to as a girl), older!yuuta, no curses au, alcohol, referenced cheating (from readers ex, not yuuta), large age gap, yuuta being horny, 18+

In celebration of Gojo's retirement from the company, Yuuta's close friends and colleagues all decided to go drinking.

It's a big occasion, after all. It's less that Gojo retired and more like the company higher-ups finally relieved him of his position - which makes it something of a big deal. Yuuta knows it's a big deal because even Nanami was in attendance.

Nanami left the company several years prior and no longer lives in Tokyo, which means he made the day trip just to come and drink with everyone.

In other words, Yuuta couldn't skip out on drinking today even if he really wanted too.

Yuuta does not particularly enjoy getting drunk. He used to when he was in his twenties and thirties - but he's not what he used to be with tolerance and after effects. He enjoys a good beer from time to time. In the lonely, controlled environment of an izakaya - tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, by himself.

But he doesn't like drinking with other people, and hasn't since his divorce several years ago, that he's yet to get over.

It was an amicable end. His ex-wife and him stopped getting along and neither of them felt like working on it by the time they confronted it. They didn't have an kids so there was nothing to discuss in relation to custody or ownership.

As far as divorces go it was clean. But as far relationships go, it was devastating. Mostly because when Yuuta got married, he was under the impression he would be with his then wife for the rest of his life.

Their marriage was arranged but they got along well enough. For what it's worth, Yuuta loved her in some way. At least enough to want to be with her and grow to love her more.

It's fine that that didn't happen. He wishes only the best for her but...

He never thought he'd be nearing his fifties, unmarried with no children.

Anyways, Yuuta doesn't like drinking in big groups of people. He can't control the pace and he always winds up feeling miserable as the night goes onto close. Seeing couples cozy up together to go home, or partners picking their spouses up.

Yuuta isn't alone. He knows that. He has good friends - friends he considers family. He has honorary nieces and nephews. He has his circle of people, and they are such good people.

But Yuuta is a sentimental being at heart, and his dreams of love have always been easy and simple. So many things felt more important then finding love again but now he feels too late.

Yuuta doesn't like drinking with groups. He doesn't like the feeling of emptiness when the bar closes and there's no one waiting for him at home.

He hates it, really.

Everyone else has gone home for the night - leaving Yuuta alone with his thoughts. He's blasted from all the shots being funneled down his throat by Gojo all night long.

He's miserable, well and truly. Snowing is piling up besides him as he sits on the curb of the izakaya, making his nose cold. His head is pounding and he is so, so sad.

He's alone like that for a while until he isn't.

You're loud when you come stumbling out of the izakaya. Pretty and young, with polished long nails and long lashes. You're on the phone with a cigarette hanging between your fingers.

You're beautiful. The first words that come out of your mouth come in a shout. More like a snarl than a scream.

"You worthless, sorry piece of shit. You chase me around, waste my time, beg me to date you to fucking cheat on me?"

Yuuta startles at the sound of your voice. None of the words that come out of your mouth are very kind nor ladylike but somehow...

Somehow there's something so brilliant about them anyways. The streetlight casts a faint glow overhead, a halo over you as snow flurries down in heavy sheets. The air around your cigarette smokes red glow is so mesmerizing he can't tear his gaze away.

"I'm not taking you back. Have you lost your mind? Did you think I was going to cry and beg over you, hah? Kiss my ass and don't fucking call me again. I'll drop your shit off outside when I'm work but if I ever see your face again, I'll kill you."

Looking at you more closely, Yuuta can't help but notice how stunning you are and how your looks don't match your words. There's a sweet smell coming off of you. You're stylish and preened. Your features are eye catching to him, absolutely ethereal. You can't be older than twenty-five but you're...

"The hell are you looking at?"

You're talking to him. Despite your language, your tone is more even than he's heard it all night. Yuuta feels his skin grow hot and decides to blame the alcohol.

He should be acting like an adult in this situation. The right words are sitting on the tip of his tongue. He should be advising you, making sure you're okay and that you know you made the right choice. You're not sad, but maybe you're holding it in. It can't be easy to go through things like that.

But Yuuta is drunk, sad, and vulnerable so nothing comes out right.

"You should cherish people who love you," He fumbles, drunkenly dropping his head down. "...And look for love and settle down. Before you know it, you'll end up like me. But you know—"

Your heeled boots make imprints on the fresh snow as you stand above him and cast shadow. He can almost see up your pencil skirt. Dropping down into a squat, your cigarette hangs from the corners of your mouth in a fit of complete rage before you pull it away again.

Unexpectedly, you grab him by the collar of his coat and drag him up close to you with a sneer.

"Shut up. And stop prattling off to me about love and shit, you old bastard. The fuck do you know about anything?"

Ah. He's a little scared.

There's also no way he should be feel anything more than that.

You're even more gorgeous up close.

"I w-wasn't," He stumbles. He can barely look at your face. Your lips are perfectly painted and you smell so sweet. Like vanilla and sugar. "I didn't mean to pry. I got divorced a few years back and your conversation reminded me a bit of my ex-wife. I apologize if—"

Yuuta squeaks as your grip on his jacket collar gets tighter as do the confines of his slacks. "Shitty ass adults sticking their nose in places they don't belong piss me off the most. Your consoling me is pathetic. I didn't ask for your pity or for your advice."

His own sense of shame sobers him slightly. He can't get over his attraction to you and how steadily it seems to be climbing, just as he can't bring himself to look away.

"Ah, you're right. Please ignore this—"

"Were you feeling so pathetic you wanted to commiserate with me? Or did you think you were gonna bless me with your adult wisdom, even though you're divorced? Don't you think it's pathetic?" Your nose twitches with anger. Yuuta hasn't felt this hot in the at least the last five years. He's sweating through his clothes surely. "Don't you think it's pitiful you're trying to coddle me when you're sitting here crying? You're making a face like you're begging to be comforted."

Yuuta wonders if you might grab him. Or hit him, if he's lucky. It's the first time he's ever felt like this in his entire life and he definitely should not be feeling it over a girl this young. He's being a pervert, definitely.

Despite himself, with his face flushed - he sniffles. Can't stop himself from running his mouth. "It is pathetic. But I..." His head feels heavy. "I want to be comforted." He sniffles, and then breaks down into tears.

He doesn't know what face you're going to be making when he looks up slightly from his fit of crying. You still look pissed but it's noticeably less volatile.

"I'm not gonna console you, you nosy old fuck," You sneer, and let go of him. He grabs your hand on instinct and you make a face half-way between disgust and amusement. "You're acting like a fucking pervert, oji-chan. I'm young enough to be your daughter you know?"

He tries not to moan out loud. "...I'm very sorry."

You pause, then groan.

"Fine. Want comfort? Here. You're being lame and you should get your shit together and stop fucking talking like you're deaths door already. It's irritating you're acting like your life is over already," You take a drag of the cigarette once, before pocketing the butt in your jacket after putting it out in the snow. Nicotine blows in his face. "You're not too late to find love or get married again. People do that shit in nursing homes. Stop acting like worthless, incapable grown-up and get it together."

It's good advice and despite it's wording it's kind. He looks at you with watery eyes, picking his hand up to wipe them. You make a pained face, scrubbing a hand over your own before sighing.

"You're really lame, oji-chan."

He swears you sound a little fond.

"I'm sorry for being a bad adult." He snivels.

Before Yuuta knows whats happening, you lean in and press a kiss onto his cheek with your face unchanged. Your lipstick is a shade lighter, he can feel the print of it starting to dry from the cold air. His eyes go wide.

"There. A gift for this sorry oji-chan. Now, get up and go home."

He tugs on your sleeve again as you start to stand. "W-where can I find you again?"

You stare down at him blank before breaking out into a mean grin. "Perv. Did you fall in love after I comforted you a little? How lame." He can't bring himself to disagree. "I work on this street. If you're sober enough to remember, you can come find me. Don't expect me to console you again."

Right. He'll remember.

Yuuta watches you stand and turn back into the bar, before returning with a group of friends. Definitely a bunch of college age kids. You don't ignore him when you leave, instead shooting him a cheeky look of amusement that sends his heart sky-rocketing.

He waits for you to leave before he goes running to train station in the snow.

His face is hot as he enter the last cart, completely empty in the night. In the reflection of the trains window, he sees himself - blushing with a hot-pink kiss print on the corner of his scruffy face and lets his eyes close.

When the train picks up speed, he grabs his phone and dials Maki right away who answers on the third ring.

"What's up with you calling this late?"

Yuuta lays back in a daze, sinking into his seat.

"I think I just met the love of my life,"

im specifically thinking about pathetic old man yuuta experiencing love at first sight by being cussed out by an extremely harsh, beautiful college girl half his age 🫡

[gunmetalgreenmp3]

my toxic trait is that when i make an au i dont share anythign about it. at all. it stays cooped up in my brain and drives me mad for 5-7 business days straight before im allowed to be normal about anything again

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

18+ fem!reader

TANGERINE is the type to assert his gentle dominance over you during sex:

just him above you, his weight anchored on a hand beside your head, ringed fingers spread wide into the crumbled sheets. his other, finding itself along your jaw, loosely holding it in his palm. tilting your face to meet his, making you look him in the eye as he glides into you, cock sinking into you in a leisure rhythm.

his strokes would be slack - unrushed, his full length consuming you in a way so intoxicating. in a way so fulfilling. the wind of his hips slow, keeping himself buried deep inside as he grinds up into you, gently knocking broken noises from you.

his thumb would hover over your bottom lip, the pad skimming over the plump of it, the act itself dominant, assertive. the rest of his fingers brushing down the sides of your throat, teasing at the sensitive spots of skin. 

he'd keep his gaze locked down on you, soft blues watching your pretty, pliant ones - watching how they sparkle under his attention, twinkling with flecks of lust and bliss. as if they speak to him - tell him things he wants to hear. he'd rarely part his focus from your face, hating to miss those expressions you make - those ones filled with unadulterated desire; knitted brows, lidded eyes and parted lips. 

but during those moments when he looks away, they'd be on some other part of you, on another part of your body - eyes taking in the lewd image of you underneath him. they'd dart over your chest, taking note of the soft bounce of your tits, his steady thrusts knocking them in gentle circles. hand moving from the loose hold of your throat to the swell of one of your breasts, large hands rolling over it - thumb teasing at the nipple.

he'd be mostly quiet when it comes to noises, wanting to hear your soft moans more than his own. broken lines of praises falling past his lips from the way you wrap yourself around him - muttered strings of 'oh, I know. I know,'s and, 'yeah, that's it,'s. his gruff cockney accent amplifying his dominance.

would it be wrong to say this might be one of my fave/ hottest things ive written ?? am I allowed to say that??

[cloudzoro]

♡ cloudzoro's faves masterlist ♡

a master list of my fave things ive written ✨️

♡ - fic

☆ - headcanons/reactions

s - smut

☁️ - top 3 faves

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kink discovery ☁️ (multicharacter, 3 parts)

discovering a new kink with your partner (☆/s)

posted: 28/01/24

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toy (ace x reader x sanji)

You and your boyfriend, Ace, are staying aboard his little brothers ship and the cook takes a liking to you. Ace is initially jealous but when he catches Sanji eavesdropping on the two of you, he issues a punishment that has him realising how much fun he can have with the cook. (♡/s)

posted: 28/01/24

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forever (zoro x reader)

“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper." (♡/s)

posted: 23/02/24

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hand placement (multiple characters)

where they put their hands during sex (☆/s)

posted: 18/06/24

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nonsexual turn-ons (multiple characters)

small, innocent things you do that turn them on (☆/s)

posted: 04/07/24

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other than the bed (multiple characters)

favourite place they've fucked you other than the bed (☆/s)

posted: 07/07/24

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biggest kinks (ace x reader)

Ace's biggest kinks headcanons + drabble (☆/s)

posted: 15/07/24

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louder (robin x reader)

robins been quiet in bed and you're determined to hear her sweet moans (s)

posted: 19/07/24

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night watch (robin x reader)

your wife joins you for your watch shift

posted: 20/07/24

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secret (ace x reader x law)

the doctor asks ace for some advice. ace offers a physical demonstration. (♡/s)

posted: 21/07/24

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fated ☁️ (buggy x reader x shanks)

your childhood friends, buggy and shanks, both found your bar around six months ago and have been hooking up with you ever since. the connection the three of you have runs much deeper than mindless sex so you finally get them in the same place at the same time so you can fuck like animals and confess your love. (♡/s)

posted: 15/08/24

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watersports (zoro x reader)

Zoro discovers a new kink of his and very gently brings it up to you (s)

posted: 25/08/24

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nsfw alphabet ☁️ (robin x reader)

a-z of sex with nico robin (☆/s)

posted: 30/08/24

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doubting it (ace x reader)

Ace is having a bad day and a lot of self-worth issues, but luckily, he has you to bring him back down to earth. (♡/s)

posted: 01/09/24

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shoes (sanji x reader)

Sanji really likes shoes, and you really like Sanji (s)

posted: 04/09/24

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morning dew (ace x reader)

you're happy to wake up next to the love of your life, until he's not there anymore (��)

posted: 05/09/24

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star (mihawk x reader)

you get all dolled up for an important meal and your husband can't help himself (♡/s)

posted: 26/10/24

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[qprstobin]

Steve also just doesn't have as big of a guilt complex as fandom likes to pretend he does...

when i see takes like “realistically steve wouldn’t be affected by eddie’s death” it’s like are you Insane. even without bringing shipping into it at all do you genuinely truly think steve wouldn’t be shackled with the guilt of someone Dying doing a plan he approved of and helped devised esp after he was initially vocally against the plan for being too dangerous …. hello ……. he’s haunted for the rest of his life absolutely