#anyway!! have a lovely night bb

[inkykeiji]

What sex positions do you think would work best/would they enjoy more in a trio between dazai-chuuya-reader??

ANONNN oh my gosh ahaha well!!! i think they’d enjoy spit-roasting the most (aka where one is in front, fucking your mouth (probably chuuya more often than not), and the other is behind you, fucking your hole (probably dazai more often than not), and you are on your hands and knees in between them)!

they love that they can both see your whole body beneath them, being stuffed full from either end—cunt gorging on dazai’s cock, cute little hole stretched so wide that it’s fluttering; gentle little pulses that have dazai chuckling, such a tender motion contradicted by the way he’s fucking you raw, producing a sweet symphony of squelching and slapping, cock shimmering with your slick; throat choking on chuuya’s, lips straining around his thick shaft, the prettiest jewels of drool collecting in the corners of your mouth, more and more and more until it’s too much, and then they’re rolling down your chin in fat, glistening streams to drip off your jaw, stringy and sticky, or be caught by the pads of chuuya’s thumbs and smeared across your skin.

their pumping hips take turns shoving you back and forth in perfect rhythm, like a pretty, precious, mindless little doll; chuuya’s cock rammed down your throat, dazai’s cock slamming against your cervix <3

such a position also enables them to see each other, too, allowing them to use their eyes and expressions to communicate with one another—those infuriatingly simple yet mysterious looks that say so much with so little—and coordinate accordingly. a quirk of chuuya’s head has dazai’s fingers finding your clit, grinding fast and hard ovals into the swollen lil nub; the raising of dazai’s eyebrows has chuuya tangling slim fingers in the hair at the crown of your head and yanking, so far back that dazai can see your pretty, pained expression, too.

it’s a sort of hellish heaven, being stuck between the two of them, and your body is wrecked and ruined—utterly used—by the end of it, skin a stained canvas of their names, their claims, signed and splattered in blotches of violet and navy across your hips and jaw and ass, but you wouldn’t have it any other way <3

[stunnedswallow]

thought a little too hard about sora and ventus again and almost got sick

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

ok I was paging through feeding habits chapter 7 (weeping statue) which is a rewrite I drafted about a year ago, and………. this is some of my best work lol

Cael drags his palm through Harrison’s hair, then grips right at the roots. The movement forces Harrison’s chin up, toward the portrait of Jesus. How the sheep at his feet stare up at him in wonderment, so awed by the shape of a man.

feeding habits Harrison’s fixation on Jesus walked so BB Harrison’s jadedness toward gods could FLY

[pharawee]

I already love Chef Shin so much for making gluten-free cake 🥰

(But also the fact that at one point the subs said "comPeach" instead of compete. Genius. Give this series an award!)

[lqveharrington]

Winter Gala | C.S.

summary: Coriolanus’ first winter gala as Panem’s President and your first winter gala as First Lady.

pairing: young, president!coriolanus snow x fem, first lady!reader

includes: literally just fluff and kissing. (and some hints to reader being pregnant.)

a/n: some winter love for my favorite (aka coryo bb)

“Don’t you look gorgeous, my First Lady.” Coriolanus wraps his arms around your waist as you clip your earrings on, smiling at him through the mirror.

“You look pretty handsome yourself, Mr. President.” You turn in his arms and lace your own behind his neck, eyes flickering around his face. “First winter gala as the President, Coryo. That’s exciting.”

He lowers his arms down to your hips, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Let’s give them a night to remember.”

You let one hand drift to his lips, wiping some of the lipstick off. “Perfect.”

Truly, everything in the Snow Manor was perfect. The help decorated the walls and halls with the lights you deemed the best, and the cooks made the most delicious foods for those to come eat. There were christmas trees present in almost every room, with waiters holding champagne glasses on silver platers. Coriolanus and yourself made sure everything was perfect for the first winter gala as President of Panem.

All of those who held status in the Capitol were invited, along with the past district mentors whom you both attended classes with. There was press inside and unwanted paparazzi outside, immediately becoming the talk of those who arrived to the manor.

As the Snow manor filled with distinguished guests, you were hooked around Coriolanus’ arm like a beautiful trophy, conversing with only those you wanted to.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Livia.” You give her your best smile, removing yourself from your husband to give her a brief hug. “I’m sure Festus has been a pain, as usual.”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly laughed, giving her own husband a glance before looking at the manor in awe and grabbing two champagne glasses of a server’s plate. “Here.”

“Oh no, thank you.” You decline politely, folding your hands together.

“Suit yourself.” She placed one back onto another plater. “The place looks wonderful. The lighting is everything.”

“Thank you. I do love a—“

“Excuse me, ladies, but could I borrow my wife for a bit? It’s time for my speech.” Coriolanus cut in, sneaking an arm around your waist.

Livia nodded, gesturing toward you. “Of course.”

You give her one last smile before following Coriolanus. Sure, you wanted to converse with old classmates, but as the most popular couple in Panem, you had other duties to tend to.

“See Tigris yet?” You murmur in his direction as you ascend the stairs, Coriolanus’ hand placed on the small of your back.

He shook his head, “She didn’t show. She called and said she was busy with work.”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping to speak to her about an important matter.” You frown and mumble the last bit, your ringed hand lightly moving to your stomach. “Anyway, you must mention how you were delighted to see everyone come here today.”

“Of course, I will. You think I don’t remember that, beautiful?” He kissed your cheek as you reached the balcony looking over the foyer. “Ready?”

“Always.” You lace hands with him.

Coriolanus instructed someone to shut the main lights off and flash the spot light on you both, earning awed noises from the crowd below.

“Thank you all for coming to our first winter gala!” Coriolanus started and got applause from those in the audience.

He went on to thanking everyone who came and spoke about his time as President, calling out those who helped him win the election.

“And of course, I would not have done this all with my lovely wife. Give it up for her, yeah?” He spoke, your name flawlessly living his lips. You flush from the praise but wave to the people below, squeezing Coriolanus’ hand.

“Want to say anything?” He murmured as the applause quieted. You shook your head, resting your hand on your stomach again.

Coriolanus kissed your cheek once more before wrapping up his speech, raising his glass as a final gesture. Everyone else followed suit, your own glass of water being lifted.

“Wonderful speech, my love.” You show your pearly whites as he whisked you away to a hallway.

“That’s because you wrote it, darling.” He met your lips, feeling your grin widen in the kiss.

You let one hand rest on his chest while the other comes around to his neck, Coriolanus’ hands firm on your waist.

“I love you.” You mumble in between kisses, holding your urge to not slide your fingers through his slicked back hair.

He squeezes your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “I love you more.”

read more about coriolanus here !!

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[arminsumi]

slow down, i'm not going anywhere

g. satoru + fem reader

note : i cooked up something for my man. my yummy lovely bb boy 🥰 just had brainrot for car sex with him. if u want more car sex w gojo then here's this post i made a while back !! anyways i am working on a cult leader suguru fic and it's proving so difficult to write i almost wanna trash it lol✌️

summary — some yummy car sex ft. your overstimmed bf and his pretty muscles

warnings — 🔞 minors don't read/interact, smut / 18+ content, not proofread, car sex, pwp, overstim., nicknames (kitten, baby, slut), creampie + unprotected sex + c*m/creampie visuals, kinda sub gojo but also dom??, delicious dirty talk 🙏

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

... just thinking about gojo's muscles flexing and twitching when he's overstimmed.

his hair is ruffled at the back as it presses into the headrest. the car light would illuminate his features better if it weren't for the steamy haze of sex in the air.

you've got a good view of those tensing abs since his shirt is sloppily split open to reveal them to you. the base of his shirt is getting soaked in your juices. and his breathing is ragged as you ride out another orgasm on his lap. your hand rests on his abdomen, fingers feeling the dips of his muscles as they tense up while. he can feel his thighs shudder under you, dick numb with pleasure to the point where he can't focus on anything else but that feeling you're giving him.

gojo loves it when you admire his body, it makes him feel loved. makes him feel special. fuels his ego till it pops but he's too blissed out and overstimmed to be cocky now.

your eyes and hands roam his pecks. his abs. the contours of his body. the dips n curves. you feel his muscular thighs supporting your heavy bounces.

his physique looks so pretty when it's tensing up, and his face is even prettier — his forehead is beading with sweat, his eyes are lidded so much that you're sure he can't see through them right now, his cheeks are damp and his lips are puffy and red from the erotic, hyper make out session that preceded this even more erotic, hyper lap riding session.

"you always make such a mess of me, baby..." he says in a low, strained voice.

you can hear the effect of so many orgasms in his words, he sounds like he's just exhausted himself at the gym.

"c-can't think straight with those hips on top of mine, haha." he tries to laugh, then hisses when you bounce too fast up and down. he grabs for your curves, moaning, restraining your movements with that exciting strength.

"ahhhh tha-that feels too good, kitten, slow down a bit." he begs lightly.

his cock is so sensitive, and you've got it tightly wrapped up in your gummy walls; he can feel you pulse through every orgasm. feel you shudder each time his cock beats into a sweet spot. it drives him nuts, that milking sensation of your contracting walls, it feels like you're pulling on his soul.

when you whimper weakly against his sweaty forehead, mouth pressing to his skin, "but it feels good..." and roll your hips at a faster pace contrary to his needs, he lets out the most erotic, high-pitched noise you've ever heard a man make.

"sh—iiiit baby! hah... hah... slow down, i'm not going anywhere. w-we've got time, don't needa rush. 'promise i'm not goin' anywhere, not when your pussy feels this good." he struggles to look at you through his lidded eyes. his lashes look so pretty up close, especially in this dim light; there's nothing but abyssal black night outside the car. the radio is turned down low, the squelching sex sounds easily drown out any noise coming through the speakers.

your boyfriend looks so exhausted from cumming inside you three times by now. so you give into his wishes, though it felt good to have his cock beating that deep sweet spot inside of you. slow, swirling rolls of your hips, grinding grinding grinding until he groans and tilts his head off to the side in pure pleasure. the two of you relish that sloppy sound of frothed up cum. it cakes at his base. it feels so delicious that he wishes he could pull his phone out to snap a pic to save into his private little folder titled my baby's designer pussy :)💗

"oh my god... that's it... fuck, feel me there? yeah? feel all that cum, too baby? so fucking nasty... " he groans.

and he moans dramatically. because gojo is such a performer; a real dramatic sex star.

after those hard hits and enduring his sensitivity, slow sensual strokes are just what he needs to tip over. his cock feels raw, pure pleasure pulsing through it like electricity. and you feel raw, too. it almost hurts to squeeze your gummy walls around him. he always stretches you so good, regardless of how tight you are on that day.

"baby... cum with me." he commands, a glimpse of dominance showing in his demeanor after he was acting so docile for so long under your hips.

and getting filled by gojo? it's more delicious than anything.

thick, creamy. his cum smells pungent, it squirts out into your pussy and just spills right out because he fucked your hole too loose, and runs down his cock right along that thumping vein. a sweet fresh load adding to the rest of those nasty, gooey white releases.

he chuckles after cumming, and pants and heaves right against your ear. your bodies are just melted together, sticky and sweaty. he likes feeling as if he's glued to your body.

he notices you digging your nails into his biceps for stability, feeling a rush at the sensation. "y-you're so pretty when you cum and shake for me..." he murmurs against your cheek, nose grazing your skin. he means that. you really are so pretty. and not like the textbook definition; but like an otherworldly goddess.

and you act as kind as one, treating him not as if he's a god but like he's just your precious baby boy. he loves that. he needs it. that comforting voice calms him down after cumming so hard in your pussy, and that soothing hand on his cheek gives him shivers of happiness.

"fuck... 'needa... pull it out... hnnn..." it's always funny when he pulls out with a — pop — and you see him wince at the slight overstim. his cockhead always gets a fright when squeezing out of that tight entrance.

"how the hell am i gonna drive home with all this cum over my pants haha... you made a fucking mess on my dick, baby. look at all that cream..." he laughs, looking down between the two of you. both of your clothes are soaked right through. the windows are steamed up.

"sorry..." you mumble with a small smile, feeling a bit drunk off the pleasure that the two of you shared these past two hours in his car.

your eyes glaze over his chest; it's pretty when it's heaving heavy like that. with sweat running down the middle dip of his abs. and the sheen of your juice smeared on his v-line. snowy white pubes creeping up cutely to make a happy trail.

"you're so pretty, satoru." you murmur admiringly, voice shaky after such a long session in his car.

his heart flutters. but his response is cheeky, masking how shy he truly felt at such a tender compliment. "oh yeah? 'well if you think i'm pretty you should see my girlfriend. she's hot as hell."

you roll your eyes and get off his lap. he frowns then laughs, "aw no, i thought you were gonna straddle me while i drive home..." and he'd started the engine, you felt the rumble in your thighs. it's funny, a hunk of muscle like him sitting in a muscle car.

"i'm pretty sure that's a safety hazard..." you chuckle lowly.

he rolls his eyes and nods. "yeah yeah. mmm baby wait. come here, let me kiss you — thanks for riding me so good. you fuck me up like no one else, you know. 'n in my car too... heh... scandalous lil' slut."

he pecks your lips, the savory taste and lip-locking sound pleases his senses.

and the poor man. he has to drive home with cum-soaked pants. but it's worth it. the next time he sits in his car to go somewhere, he smiles when he finds your lacy panties still tangled around the gear shift. seeing them makes his mind race with the memory of this night and how hard you rolled those hips against him. it gets him bricked up, yes, and he maybe has to jerk himself off in his car before actually driving otherwise he'll be heading down the highway with a boner sticking up in his face.

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Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

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[ennabear]

hiya!!

okay hear me out .. subby vika fic .. HOLDUP THOUGH.. this is a wittle 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 for me 😞😞 sorta nsfw yapfest i made for this request because im bad at explaining nsfw asks (ФωФ)

uhhh okay wait so like.. that 'frigged into submission' prompt that writers like to use for dom characters but like on sev?? If that makes sense?? augh thus is awkward to type out (・・;)

LISTEN WAIT HEAR ME OUT .. having Sevika go into subspace for the first time .. but like .. she doesnt notice .. and its all done consensually ofc ofc but like its a role switch and shes too into it to actually care ebcaus3 like .. UGGHH I DONT KNOW I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HER (@￣□￣@;)！！

i need her so bad omg shes so baby?? look at her?? bottom!sevika? i need to be sedated

(as always if this makes u uncomftorable feel free to ignore/change the fic into whatever u want it to be ^_^ its all good bb)

buhbye!!!

–🃏🌀⭐️

HAIIII NONNIE THANKS FOR THE REQUEST HEHE 🤎 bottom sevika is my lifeblood omg u know me so well… sorry this is short but i hope you enjoy anyways!!!

it’s not unusual that sevika bottoms, in fact, it’s become regular for the two of you. sevika spreads her legs wide for you nearly every night, arching her back so you can hit her sweet spot perfectly. she’ll bark orders at you, bossing you around until she’s too tired to take anymore, and then she’ll help you clean up before falling asleep on top of you. you can’t get enough of it.

sex with sevika is everything you love— she’s scary and bossy, you get to have her throw you around until she’s had her fill of you, and she’s so fucking adorable when she cums. her demands cease for a minute or two, replaced by sweet praises and words of appreciation. her thick, muscular thighs close around you as tightly as they can, making you certain you could die happily between them. there’s really nothing more you could ask for.

tonight is no different, she’s laying flat on the bed with your head in between her legs, yelling commands down at you while she grips the sheets as hard as she can. you wouldn’t trade it for the world, she tastes better than heaven, and the groans and grunts she’s howling are like music to your ears. you peek up at her as you wrap your lips around her throbbing clit, and she cums with a squeak as soon as your darkened eyes meet hers.

her orgasm catches her off guard, she didn’t feel it building up yet. so she gasps and writhes and bites her bottom lip until it nearly bleeds. you grin into her cunt as she soaks you in her cum, just happy to pleasure your sweet girlfriend. after a few seconds of letting her cool down, you await her next command with a few butterflies in your stomach.

but she doesn’t instantly pull you into a new position, instead she continues to twitch and vacantly blink up at the ceiling. “sev?” you ask cautiously. “do you wanna keep going?”

she stares at you with wide, sliver eyes and nods almost as if she’s unsure. you giggle at her, reaching out to cup her face in your hands and trace over her scars. “are you alright?”

“y-yeah…” she manages to choke out, voice shaking as she says it. her nose nuzzles against your cheek, a silent sign of affection. you lean back and kiss the bridge of her nose before asking “are you sure? do you just want me to take care of you?”

she seems to light up at this, finally getting to turn her brain off and let the pleasure take over. you giggle again when she nods enthusiastically, and you reach down to shove a few fingers inside of her. the whimpers and whines you pull out of her now sound different than the way they did before, almost quieter and more shy.

her brain practically melts and leaks out of her sopping cunt as you continue to plug her up with your fingers, and her body is now limp compared to the way she held herself steady earlier. this time, she grabs your free hand when she cums, cold metal fingers interlocking with yours as her jaw falls open at the pleasure coursing through her veins. you almost completely crush her as she yanks you forward when the afterglow of her umpteenth orgasm dies down, and you almost cry when she rubs her hands over your back as a silent thank you, sleepily holding you close before you force her to get cleaned up in a few minutes.

[softspiderling]

still thinking about "like, ever", I hope they're doing wonderful, these little stoic bbs :3

stop ily. i know you didn’t ask for this but you’ll get it anyway😭

truly madly deeply | j.v

Squinting your eyes at the screen, your finger tips hovered over the keyboard, the cursor blinking, like it was mocking you. You only had about 200 words left to write in your paper, but you felt like you had stretched it as much as possible. Your mind was completely blank and you were trying your hardest to get some more words on the document, but nothing.

It didn’t help that you could feel Jace’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

He had come over around 3 in the afternoon, even though you had told him that you were just gonna work on your paper.

“I don’t mind,” he had said, “I just wanna be around you.”

That proved true for about the first half hour. Then, he started to get antsy. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the room had grown noticeable darker, when your eyes flickered away from the screen as Jace let out yet another sigh.

“Jace.”

Your voice was exhausted, annoyed and Jace pushed himself off of your bed, coming up behind your chair.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take a break, baby?” He asked, his lithe fingers dipping into your tense muscles and it took everything in you to not melt into his touch.

“I only need 200 more words,” you argued, albeit weakly. “If I take a break now, I won’t sit back down.”

“You haven’t written a single word in the past ten minutes.”

You let out a groan, leaning your head back and casting your eyes upwards, meeting his gaze.

“I know.”

Jace grinned at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come on. It’s late, and you must be starving. It won’t kill you to take a break now. I promise you’ll be so much more productive after.”

You protested but Jace had none of it as he all but dragged you out of your chair and out of your bedroom. The rest of your apartment was empty. Baela and Rhaena had gone home to visit their parents and Helaena was on an excursion with her class. It was odd for your apartment to be so quiet. It was always so loud, whether it was Baela’s rock music blaring out of her speakers, Rhaena’s old sewing machine in the living room or one of Hel’s old classic movies running in the background.

Jace’s frat house wasn’t much different. It was a frat house after all, which was why he seemed refuge at your apartment often.

“I don’t think we have any food at home,” you told Jace as he walked towards the kitchen. He glanced at you, a grin tugging on his lips as he opened the fridge to reveal a tupper, which he must have brought with him.

“Luke just came back from home,” Jace said, grabbing two plates out of the cupboard. “Mom sent him back with some food.”

He opened the tupperware and your eyes widened at the content: a homemade lasagna.

“Stop, that looks so good,” you sighed and Jace winked at you, dividing the lasagna in half between the two of you. After a quick heat up in the microwave, you and Jace got comfortable on your couch, and soon your belly was warm and filled.

“How you feeling now?” Jace asked, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Better,” you replied, eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t think I’ll make it back to my desk, though.”

Jace snickered quietly, letting you tuck yourself against his side. “It’s not due until tomorrow night, right? You have plenty of time to finish it.”

You let out a small hum, acknowledging his words, your limbs growing heavier as exhausting overtook you. It wasn’t long until your breath evened out, and Jace shifted to make it more comfortable for you. Pressing a kiss in your hair, he let out a soft sigh.

“I love you,” you mumbled in your sleep and Jace’s heart skipped a beat. He knew he loved you. Had for a while. He just hadn’t been quite brave enough to say it, but hearing you utter those words? Even in your sleep?

Jace’s face lit up and he nuzzled into your side. “I love you too,” he said quietly, in the privacy of your apartment. He’d tell it to you when you were awake soon enough.

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author’s note: oh hello lmfao. tagging @eldrith bc she whined about me not tagging her last time whatever

[jennaispunk]

A Sunday Kind of Love

Summary: A lazy Sunday afternoon at the Miller House.

Pairing: Married!Joel Miller(Jackson!Joel) x f!reader(wife)

Rating: T

Word Count 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, domesticity, soft!Joel, reader(wife) can be picked up by Joel but no other physical description is given. Photos in the moodboard are for aesthetic only.

A/N: This was written for @beefrobeefcal Joel Sat on Me ‘24 challenge (Sorry this is so late,bb. I know fluff ain’t your stuff, but I hope you enjoy it anyway). This is what Joel deserves, to grow old and be happy with the love of his life. Special thanks to @sawymredfox for reading this over for me.

Moodboard by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Sundays were meant for rest, a day to relax and recharge. Joel wasn’t on patrol, and you didn’t have to be at the stables. Honestly, it was your favorite day of the week. It was just the two of you, Ellie was at Dina’s. Nothing but peace and quiet surrounded you.

The late afternoon sun streams through the front window, warming your face. There’s not a single cloud marring the cerulean Wyoming sky. You lay on your back, stretched out on the worn sofa in your living room, your feet carefully tucked under your husband’s arm.

Although this couch had definitely seen better days, it was comfortable. In a way, it was a lot like Joel; a little rough around the edges but still a safe, cozy place to lay your head.

The birds chirp out a chorus, accompanying Joel as he strums a lazy tune on his guitar. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you immediately recognize the song, “Wish You Were Here”, by Pink Floyd. That song evokes memories, both happy and sad, for you both.

This is your favorite version of Joel, the one that’s relaxed and content, with a hint of a smile on his plush lips. Not much has changed about Joel since you’ve known him, except his waistline. You can’t help but notice how his jeans are a little snugger around his thighs and the way his flannel stretches across his belly as he leans his guitar against the wall next to the couch. It’s not really his fault, you all but forced him to become your official taste tester now that Mrs. Callahan is teaching you how to bake in exchange for giving her granddaughter horseback riding lessons. His growing belly is all the proof you need to know your baking skills have definitely improved.

You don’t mind the change, in fact, you like it. As far as you're concerned, it’s just more of him to love. His extra cushion keeps you warm now that the nights are getting a little colder, and his belly presses against you in the perfect way when he’s on top of you.

A brisk October breeze flows through the open window making you shiver a little. You reflexively wiggle your toes even further under Joel’s arm. The slight twitch of Joel’s body makes you smirk.

“Joel Miller, you’re ticklish.”

How could you not know this about the man you married? How had you never discovered this lovely little secret?

“M’not.” He grumbles.

He denies it too quickly, and your toes probe the area once again eliciting a soft chuckle and an even bigger jerk of his body.

“Careful, angel.” He warns, his eyes playfully narrowing. “If you keep on, you're going to have to deal with the consequences.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared.” You giggle and hold your hand out and make it tremble. A devious smirk plays on your lips.

You know you’re playing a dangerous game, but you go for the kill, hands descending on that spot. His laughter rumbles through the air and you feel his belly shake. He manages to push your hands away, his eyes narrowing at you and it his turn to smirk.

“You’re really asking for it.”

Your eyebrows jerk to the sky in a silent taunt.

“Gotta catch me first, babe.”

You sprint away from the couch with him hot on your heels. You can’t stop squealing and laughing as he chases you around the kitchen toward the dining room table. You run around the table and immediately realize your mistake when you give yourself a moment to catch your breath.

Joel stares at you, eyes gleaming with mischief from across the table ready to pounce. He’s got you cornered with nowhere to go. You know you’re fucked but you juke right and make a mad dash to the left only to have Joel scoop you up and toss you over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. You flail, laughing and gasping for air as he carries you to the bedroom.

“No, no, no.” you squeal as he throws you down on the bed.

He crawls on top of you pinning your hips to the bed between his thighs.

“Get off me, you big ol’ bear.” you giggle as your hands weakly try to push him away and you squirm under him.

“Too late.” he grumbles, smiling as he captures both your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above your head.

“You asked for this, angel.” He proceeds to assault your sides with his free hand, hitting your most ticklish area.

His thick thighs have rendered you incapable of moving anything but your lower legs, which are kicking wildly in vain. Your laughter fills the room between your gasps for air.

Tears trickle down your cheeks as your face begins to darken from laughing so hard. You know he’s taking pleasure in watching you writhe under him, struggling against his large body.

“Joel…” you plead. “Joel, please…I can’t…breathe…”

His hand slows to a stop, and he just watches you as you catch your breath. You look so beautiful with your face all flushed, your cheeks damp with tears of laughter. How did I get so goddamn lucky?

He lifts up and pushes your thighs apart, settling between them. His belly presses firmly against your core. He’s the best weighted blanket you ever had.

“Easy, honey.” He purrs, his voice low and gravely. “Just breathe.”

A few stray giggles escape your lips as you slowly begin to calm down. This is what it’s all about, what makes everything the two of you have been through worth it. This perfect moment when the rest of the world just disappears and the two of you are the only thing that exists.

“I love you so much, pretty girl.”

He presses his lips to yours. His tongue gently teases your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

You part your lips for him, getting lost in the feel of his weight pressing you firmly into the mattress. You’re completely at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A rough hand glides down your side to the waistband of your leggings, his other hand still restraining your wrists above your head. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, something he likes to do to remind himself that your real and not just a figment of his imagination. You’re here, and you’re his.

“I love you, too.”

You hum softly as his lips brush against your jaw, his scruff lightly dragging across your skin. You never thought you’d find happiness again after being alone for so long, but happiness was right in front of you in the form of a burly former contractor that almost everyone else in Jackson was just a little afraid of.

He lets go of your wrists and pushes your shirt up over your stomach as his lips continue to lovingly assault the soft skin of your neck.

“Aren’t we supposed to be at Tommy and Maria’s for Sunday dinner soon?”

His warm breath tickles your neck as he chuckles softly.

“Yeah...” he breathes against your skin. “but they can wait.”

You can’t help but giggle as he playfully nips your neck, right over the spot that makes you arch your back into him.

Joel’s right. They can definitely wait.

[inkykeiji]

TOUYA'S JOURNAL ENTRIES?? DID I HEAR TOUYA?? DID I HEAR JOURNAL?? DID I HEAR ENTRIES??

HEHEHE yes u diiiiid (*ﾉωﾉ) just a lil insight into that wicked, wild head of his hehe

some of it is just stream of consciousness type stuff, like touya on a coke binge and just the constant stream of thoughts flowing through his head, just messily scribbled down to get them out of his head because they’re just so goddamn LOUD >.<

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Your Biggest Fan {SMAU} || LN4

First attempt at this for a change. One || Two || SMAU || Three

landonorris Maldives 13 Dec 2023

liked by maxfewtrell, romeobeckham, parishilton and 3,492,629 others landonorris: Night out with my favourite girl @/ynheiress

maxfewtrell: not even a photo credit for this masterpiece, I see how it is. ynheiress: sorry, credit to @/pietra.pilao, without her Max would not have taken this properly. maxfewtrell: ouch, this hurts. pietra.pilao: but it's so true.

Only Fans: YourUsername Come and play, it's Wet Wednesday

y/nheiress Maldives 14 Dec 2023

Liked by martingarrix, maxfewtrell, kylejenner, alegragucci and 5,263,226 others Y/nheiress: found my forever person, love you BB

REDDIT: Latest Conspiracy Theory

Username1: Okay but hear me out...These two are partying in the Maldives and were papped leaving a club that like no regular person can get into - the entrance fee is more than my rent FOR A YEAR. Anyway, half an hour later my favourite couple are streaming on Only Fans and I swear they were drunk. She was wearing a guys shirt and it definitely looks like the one Lando wore out. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. Also...she calls him Big Boy (and he is IYKYK) shortened to BB? Lando is this you?

Username2: lmao these two have a combined net worth of over $100mil, why would they do only fans? You're delulu. Username3: I was thinking the same until I found an old clip of Lando on Twitch...someone called him Big Boy in the chat and he just disappeared offline. And he's (joked) that he does Only Fans...oh god, I think you are on to something... Username4: Not everyone heading to Only Fans and subscribing to Big Boy and his Baby Girl 😂 clever marketing ploy.

Only Fans: YourUsername This account is no longer active.

[wqnwoos]

wonwoo barely has time to register that you’re home before you’re grabbing his arm and quite literally tugging him towards the front door.

“babe — ba — what are you doing?” he splutters helplessly, trying to dig his heels in, but some burning enthusiasm seems to have taken over your body.

“wonwoo, it’s raining!”

and you swing the door open simultaneous to him freeing his arm, but that doesn’t matter to you — you’re already dashing out into the sheets of water drumming down on concrete. leaving him standing in the doorway, perplexed, amused, and slightly horrified.

it’s been a while since it’s rained in your area, and wonwoo figures that’s what has you lifting your arms and spinning around, laughing giddily with a sudden rush of euphoria; your eyes closed, clothes drenched, and the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen lifting your lips.

“you’re insane,” he calls, from where he stands, perfectly dry.

(you’re beautiful, he adds, silently.)

your eyes open, then, landing on him, and your smile shifts to something a little more pleading. “dance with me!” you yell, reaching for him, but he’s already shaking his head, laughing:

“absolutely not.”

you retrace your steps, back towards him, grabbing his hands with your wet ones, and shaking them a little — “please,” you say, with widened, beseeching eyes. “just this one time.”

he doesn’t even have time to say no — you’re pulling him into the rain before he can stop you. water drums against his skin; raindrops run rivers down his shirt and his glasses; and somehow, he’s still looking at you.

“dance with me,” you repeat, softer now that you’ve won, and he’s out here getting soaked right beside you.

“there’s no music,” wonwoo replies, one hand pushing wet hair away from your forehead, sliding down to cup your cheek after.

“we don’t need music,” you dismiss easily, smilingly. “dance with me.”

it only takes him a moment to give in, with the smallest of sighs — “just this one time.” he echoes your words back to you, but he can’t help thinking that he’d do this a thousand times over, as long as it was with you.

“and don’t blame me when you wake up sick tomorrow,” he adds, already reaching for your waist, “you did this to yourself.”

you don’t even bother with a verbal response; just one smiling kiss pressed to his cheek as you wrap your arms around him. it makes him smile. the simplest things make him smile, when they’re done by you.

“i think,” he says after a moment, mumbled so softly you barely catch him under the sound of the rain, “this isn’t really dancing. we’re just hugging.”

you don’t care. you just press yourself closer to him, murmuring something about how dancing is overrated, anyway. it makes wonwoo laugh, you feel the vibrations when your head rests on him, and then suddenly he’s kissing you, with intensity so unexpected you almost stumble — and would have, if his arm hadn’t been steadying you from behind.

and just as quickly as it comes, the moment is gone — not forever, but to a tidy little corner of your mind where you preserve the good things. a treasure trove of all the things that keep you going; and the man in front of you, with his forehead pressed against yours, a breathless laugh falling from his lips, is the most precious of them all.

“i love you,” you breathe. it’s barely even a sound, and yet he still catches it. and he still smiles like it’s the first time you’ve told him, when it must be the millionth, at least.

one more kiss, softer and swifter, still smiling as he presses it to your lips, and then wonwoo’s taking your hand.

“i love you too.” (and he says it like a promise, like he always does.) “let’s go inside, you idiot.”

an / requested by an anon!! hope u like it bb 💗 inspired by real events it was storming SO MUCH last night and i went out on the roof and had an excellent time (unfortunately without wonwoo.)

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[i-love-ptv]

“Lana, How I Hate Those Guys” ୨୧

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader

Fluff, Sarah being the bestest friend ever, slight JJ and Kie slander (srry i love them tho), slight twist at the end ;)

Wc: 1,181 (ish)

An: Woah chat, character unlocked 😈 Why does literally nobody write anything for her?? Platonic or not 😰

Randomly wrote this?? Also way longer than I’d thought it’d be?? Hope you enjoy tho!

Feedback always appreciated bbs! <33

“Oh my god Sarah, like what the fuck does he mean that we were just ‘friends with benefits?’ It sure didn’t feel like it when he’d be practically wrapped around my body during every bonfire.” You exclaim with a huff.

You knew it wouldn’t be just smooth sailing when you met JJ.

You had heard of his reputation of course. A new girl wrapped around his arm every week, touron or not.

But for some reason, you had hoped that you two could somehow be something more. You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t fallen for the blonde rather quickly. Obviously, every other girl in Kildare couldn’t refrain from falling for JJ’s charm and sweet tone.

You unfortunately, suffered like the rest, that were just tossed aside when he got bored. When you met JJ at the boneyard of the cut, he had called your whole “arrangement” or what not, off.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, did you know that his name isn’t even JJ? it’s short for fucking John Jay.” Sarah says with a snicker.

“No fucking way, are you serious?”

“Dead.”

She continues, “Like oh my god, John has to be the most generic name ever, plus it radiates dickhead energy.”

“…Your boyfriend also has the name John..?”

“Okay yeah, but we’re talking about JJ right now. Anyways, don’t let it get to your head babe, he’s just a stupid douchebag asshole- sorry can you relax your hand f’me?” Sarah says while she paints your nails.

It’s moments like these where you’re grateful for a bestfriend like her, despite all of the running around she’s doing with the pouges to get the gold, you both know that she’d drop everything in a heartbeat for you.

The two of you have been friends since childhood, originally meeting in the 2nd grade.

You both easily bonded due to coming from similar backgrounds; you were a kook as well.

You look up at her eyes and softly gasp, “Oh shit! Sorry. Anyways, I bet he’s got another girl in his bed right now. Y’know what? He’s probably busy trying to get into Kiara’s pants.”

“No pogue on pogue macking,” you scoff in a mocking tone.

“It’s actually such bullshit, I see the way that he looks at her, and of course I see how her eyes somehow always drift to him. I don’t know if she thinks I’m fucking stupid or if she’s dumb herself, but I figured that it’d pass. After all, didn’t she kiss Pope and John B?”

“Mhm, I think she just strives for attention, y’know? She’s always getting all pissy when I come around, maybe it’s ’cause I’m dating Bee and she’s not.” Sarah murmurs.

“You’re all done, by the way.”

You fall back onto the pillows on her bed.

“Boys are just so dumb Sar.” You groan.

“Definitely. Also watch your nails, hon.”

Sarah also lays back onto her pillows, leaning on one arm.

There’s a few beats of silence between you two, just relishing in the moment while SZA’s ‘The Weekend’ plays softly through Sarah’s speaker.

“That’s it. No more moping and being gloomy. It’s a nice night out! We should do something!” Sarah exclaims.

You look at her with a quirked brow, “First of all, I don’t mope, second, what could we possibly do at this hour?”

“That’s the thing! We can just plan it along the way! That makes thing 10 times more fun.” The blonde says with a grin.

You think for a few seconds, and come to your conclusion, “Actually, yeah! That sounds good. Let’s go.”

Sarah squeals and jumps up from the bed, pulling you with her.

You and Sarah quickly pull on your hoodies, since that night chill will surely get to you both, and the two of you slide your flip flops onto your freshly painted toes.

Sarah grabs her speaker and keys, and put them into her tote bag, the one she had painted the day you two had made your ‘bikini crates’.

The two of you giggle while somewhat rushing down the stairs, without a care in the world.

“Sarah? Where are you two going?” You hear Rose call out.

Sarah looks at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She grabs your hand and with that, you both left.

You and Sarah had been running around outside for around an hour, your flip flops slapping against the pavement as you skipped around yelling the lyrics to ‘Melt’ by Kehlani.

You two had somehow managed to make it to figure 8 beach. There was something about it that always lured you and Sarah to it.

Sarah doesn’t hesitate to kick off her flip flops and set down her tote bag.

“C’mon babe! Get in with me!” Sarah shouts as she giggles and makes grabby-hands out towards you.

“But we don’t have any bathing suits!” You shout back, equally as loud.

“Who cares?! It’s just us!”

Sarah strips down and then looks at you expectantly.

You sigh, and begin to pull your hoodie over your head.

“Hell yeah sexy! Free those tittiesssss!” She drags out.

She grabs your hand after you finish, and starts running towards the water.

“Christ Sarah! Slow the hell down!” You shout while trailing behind her.

As you start to feel the water work its way up to the middle of your calves. Sarah looks back at you and yells, “Jump!”

You both dive make a splash, you find one another whilst you're underwater.

You come up with her, with your hands around her neck.

You brush her wet hair out of her face and look deeply into her eyes.

Her eyes remind you of the tree bark that you used to hug and climb when you both were younger, well, the bark that you would climb.

Sarah was never able to do these kind of activities, for her parents were stricter than yours. But this wouldn’t stop her from watching, and cheering you on.

That’s one of the things you loved about Sarah.

How despite your interests somewhat clashing, she still remained by your side.

You grew fond of how she opened herself up to the world and allowed herself to do more, very quickly.

You were never upset when she started hanging out with the pogues, in fact, you encouraged it. You wanted her to be happy, and you hoped that she’d allow you to stick around to see it, thankfully, she did.

Sarah’s whisper breaks you out of your thoughts, “Boys totally suck right? They’d never have this much fun with us.”

“Right.” You say, just as soft.

You continue to stare at her.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, loser.” You say with a slight grin, nothing but affection coming from your semi-chapped lips.

You’re glad that she drops everything for you in a heartbeat.

But you also wish that maybe, just maybe, she’d look at you differently..The way that you look at her.

But until then, you’ll still remain grateful for a bestfriend like her.

Fuck JJ. God, John B’s one lucky bastard.

[grandlinedreams]

hiii i hope you’re having a great day/night!!

may i request a not really physically affectionate reader with zoro law or ace coming to them drunk being really excited and kissing&leaving lipstick marks all over their faces. it could be a hc type thing or whatever you like if you’re not comfortable w that!

also I absolutely love your writing ♥︎♥︎♥︎

hi there!! I hope that you're having a wonderful day/night too bb!! absolutely you can! This is my first attempt at a reaction type of post so I hope that this is to your liking!! and thank-you so much!!

[heads up!: mention of alcohol consumption, being drunk, tw for vomiting in Ace's]

Zoro ㅡ Alcohol is his forte, not yours. It isn't that you're opposed entirely to the idea of drinking, just that you're not as accustomed to it as he is ㅡ and as such, your tolerance for it (especially the stronger stuff) is not the strongest.

"Having fun?" He asks, amused by the flush of pink that's spread across your cheeks and bridge of your nose, the glossy, unfocused quality of your gaze. It'd been a playful challenge from Usopp that even he has higher tolerance than you and now the sharp-shooter is sprawled out a few feet away, fast asleep.

You nod enthusiastically, giggling when Zoro reaches to stop the unsteady bob with his hand. "Man, you're absolutely trashed," he comments. "We need to get you some water before you end up regretting this. Come on."

He reaches for your hand to help you up, steadying the way you sway before leading you towards the kitchen. You're still giggling when he guides you into a seat and retrieves a glass of water for you, pushing it towards you.

"Just how much did you have to drink, anyways?" He asks, reaching to thumb at your cheek affectionately ㅡ and watches you lean into it rather than pulling away. Affection is also far from something you normally indulge in very often, and he can't deny that it's nice to see this side of you.

"Not much," you answer at last, foggy mind finally registering Zoro's question, studying him for a moment. "C'mere." You add the forward curl of your hand to emphasize your words, pouting when he laughs. "I said c'mere!"

"Will you drink that water if I do?" Your head bobbles in a clumsy nod again and he leans forward to comply with your wish, only to blink as you lurch forward to press your lips to his cheek. They're cool and a little sticky, smelling of whatever alcohol you've drank ㅡ but you're on a determined self-imposed mission of peppering his face with kisses. It's a little silly with the way you add a verbal "mwah!" at the end of each one, but it still makes Zoro's own cheeks flush all the same.

"All done," you report when you finally sit back, satisfied with the little marks you've left across his skin, and you reach for the glass of water to drink it, as you'd promised. Zoro is silent for several moments. You won't remember this, he's almost certain ㅡ but now all he can think about is how cute you are when you drink.

ㅡ

Law ㅡ "I think that's enough for tonight." Nimble fingers pluck the half-finished glass of alcohol from your grip, ignoring your pout as he hands it off to Clione, who gladly downs it.

"Spoil-sport," you huff, and Law raises an eyebrow. It's not every day that he gets to witness you acting more like a child than adult, and he'll admit that the way you sulk is amusing.

"You'll thank me in the morning." He reaches for your wrist and gently tugs you up, relying on the fact that the others are in varying stages of inebriation to cover for him being so forward with you in front of the others.

He's already had a drink or two, though he stopped when Ikkaku pointed out that you'd been roped into a drinking game with some of the others. Guiding you to the bathroom, he leans in the doorway to watch you sway as you reluctantly ready yourself for bed, studying your own reddened cheeks in the mirror.

"I could've finished my drink," you tell him petulantly, and he watches you struggle to climb into bed. Another reason he's grateful that no one else will remember much about this evening ㅡ he doesn't need them knowing that it's been months since you last slept in the crew bunkhouse.

"I'm sure you could've, but I'm doing myself a favor when I'm the one who's going to have to look after you when you end up with a hangover." Hat tossed gently to the side, he moves to slip into bed beside you and frowns warily when he finds you eyeing him. "What is it? You're not going to throw up right now, are you?"

You shake your head and lean up, your lips on his cheek before he can ask what you're up to. Slow and a little clumsy, each kiss you press is intentional ㅡ his jaw, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead ㅡ and you giggle when you pull away to admire your handiwork. "Now you can't be grumpy," you tell him.

Your own perchance for physical affection is usually on par with his, but it's clear that however many drinks you've had have pushed aside your own personal boundaries.

"Aww, you're blushing!" You crow, and he scowls at the fit of giggles that follows. You're lucky that he loves you, and you're lucky that you're cute.

"Whatever," he grouses, reaching to cover your eyes with a hand. "Go to sleep. And don't puke in my bed, got it?"

ㅡ

Ace ㅡ "See? I told you this was a bad idea."

"Shut up," you groan, venom absent from your tone for the way you're forced to stop walking in order to halt the vicious spin of your head. "I don't drink much, you know that."

"I do," Ace agrees, "which is why I'm telling you it was a bad idea." He pauses, head tilting in thought. "Not gonna lie, it was hot to watch you drink them under the table, though. Who knew you had it in you, huh?"

He waits for you to answer and when you don't, he turns to find you half-way into an alley, emptying the contents of your stomach as quietly as you can. That kind of thing doesn't disgust Ace, however, and he hurries to rub your back until the shuddering heave of your body has stopped. "Feel better?"

"Much," you rasp, fumbling for the strap of your canteen and chugging from it greedily. Ace waits until you're satisfied that you've rinsed your mouth clean before he loops his arm around your waist and continues guiding you back towards the Moby Dick. "Still think I'm hot?"

"Absolutely, babe." Ace's answer is swift and as honest as it always is, which makes your heart do something funny as you turn to look at his side-profile. It doesn't take long for him to notice, his expression somewhere between confusion and concern as you come to a stop. "What is it? Gonna get sick again?"

You shake your head. "No, I just really want to kiss you right now." There's the answering spark of fire from Ace's fingers in response, though you take advantage of his momentary fluster to cup his face between your hands and promptly pepper his face with kisses.

Clustered over his freckles, the tip of his nose, eyebrows and even his eyelids, it's several long moments before you pull away. "There," you say, and Ace wonders if you're sober enough to realize his face has gone roughly the temperature of the sun from your burst of affection. "Come on, I wanna go to bed."

Ace lets you pull him along, still dazed by the lingering warmth of your lips on his skin. He goes to bed without washing his face, eager to soak in this side of you that's far less reserved with your affection ㅡ and when the men of his division point out in the morning that he has your lipstick dotted across his face, all he does is grin.

[daniswoso]

Don’t Ever Say I didn’t Love You. Of Course I do.

Alessia Russo x Reader.

Warnings: Honestly idk what this is, more of a blurb or whatever you call them, emptying out my drafts bbs get ready 🙏🏼, arguments, swearing, poorly written ending, probably poor grammar.

Summary: Less doesn’t think you love her anymore.

*********

You and Alessia were in another one of your arguments.

It was the 4th one this week, you didn't know why at this point, you just knew your girlfriend was mad at you for something you hadn't even done. You think it has something to do with her makeup and you using the last bit of it or something like that.

"Alessia what has gotten into you?" You asked, your face crumbling slightly as tears well in your eyes. You didn't want to fight with your girlfriend, you loved her dearly and held her close to your heart. So why was it so difficult to get along with her without her blowing up recently?

You knew she had been stressed because of her recent move to Arsenal, but she had never taken her anger about football out on you before, just as you had never taken yours about football out on her.

"You don't love me anymore!" She shouts and for a moment, everything goes still. The clock stops ticking, the only sound in the room heard was your individual breaths. Heavy and laboured, as if you'd just ran 10 miles non stop each. Although, that's what fighting with each other usually felt like anyway.

"What? Less what are you on about?"

"You.. You don't love me anymore." Her voice is quiet, fearful.

"You're fucking delusional if you think that then." You scoff, and she rolls her eyes.

"Why do I even try, Y/N?"

"What makes you think I don't love you, Less?"

"You aren't spending time with me as much anymore!" She complains, and her face holds resemblance to that of a pouting toddler, you think.

"Lessi are you forgetting I have a full time very high stress job? The same job as you, might I add?” You glare at her, honestly offended she'd ever think you didn't love her anymore.

"No, no of course not, I just-" You cut her off with a scoff and disbelieving chuckle.

"Just what? Woke up last week and decided to make me feel like shit over every little fucking thing?!" You snap. You had reached your boiling point. Why was she not seeing that you loved her? Why couldn't she just see that if she had spoke about it with you it wouldn't be this way?

"I love you, Alessia. So don't you ever say I didn't love you, I still do. I always will, for fucks sakes!" You yell, completely flying off the rails.

She just looks at you, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Whatever. I'm gonna stay at Macca's." The blonde says, storming out of your shared apartment and heading to the Irish girl's.

You think about chasing after her but hear her  Mercedes pulling out of the driveway as you glare warily at your trainers. It would've been useless chasing her now.

You sigh and begin to tidy everything up, going getting into the spare bed, which you seemed to be spending a lot of time in lately, so that way if Alessia actually came back this time she'd be able to have space in a bed by herself.

****

Later that night, you briefly register a dip in the bed and your girlfriends warm body pressing against your own, muttering soft apologies into your hair which you just respond to with a grumble.

When you wake up that morning to the sight of the blonde's head on your chest and her smaller frame wrapped up in your arms, you feel a small flicker of hope that everything will be alright.

Because as long as you had your girl you felt like you could do anything.

**********

A/N: enjoy!

[macbethsymphony]

CHARLOU!!! BB!!! ily so much! oh my gosh you're the freaking best spoiling me like that! Should be freaking illegal! Can I request one more? Only when you have time! But that discussion we had about Buggy has been living rent free in my mind. Fuck! Pretty please~ I LOVE YOU!!!!

-M✨

Mille!!! bb!! You know damn well that it was already half-written. It's been living rent-free in my mind too hun hahahaha (I recommend the Jack Sparrow theme as you read it) Love you too, you horndog <3

In Search of Shanks

Buggy x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.9k

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, rough sex, drunk sex, slight alcohol abuse, there's no plot people... it's just smut

Summary: While traveling through the grand line in search of Red-haired Shanks you encounter Buggy the Clown... and things ensue OR you fuck the clown

You were already wasted as you stumbled into the fourth bar of your night. No one knew shit. The bastard’s location still remained a fucking mystery. 

“Hi there,” you drawled at the bartender as you slumped none so elegantly down on the standing stool. “Know anything about the whereabouts of Red-haired Shanks?”

The bartender glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as he wiped down a glass. “Shanks, huh?” he repeated with a bemused smile. “Been a while since I’ve seen him.” He leaned forward as he continued. “No idea where he went though, lass. Anything to drink?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Figures. The bastard’s slippery as fuck.” You fumbled in your coin pouch, slamming a few berries on the counter with a bit more force than necessary. “Whatever’s cheapest please.” 

The bartender chuckled and poured you a mug of something that smelled like it could strip paint. You took a long swig, wincing as the harsh liquid burned its way down your throat. 

You turned around, squinting your eyes as you struggled to put into focus your surroundings. This was a sketchy establishment. Musty and falling apart at the seams. Just like you. Your gaze landed on something red, slightly gleaming in the shitty flickering lamplight. 

Red nose.

A red fucking nose, huh? What a weird fellow. 

Wait.

A red nose should remind you of something. Right! Your mind distantly placed it. Some tall tales recounted around a campfire about being part of Gold Roger’s crew. 

Fucking hell.

Lady Luck worked in strange ways. 

“Hey! You! Big red nose!” you shouted, pointing unsteadily in his direction.

The men around him stopped whatever they’d been doing, freezing in place as the man in question slowly turned to you. 

“What d’ya say?” Buggy the Clown’s voice was precariously calm as his eyes met yours.

You teetered on the edge of your stool, attempted to stand up, the world tilting a little, then slumped back down. “You heard me, red nose. I need to know something.”

“Red nose!” he screeched dangerously, stomping to you, fury evident in his gaze. 

You snorted at the display. What was his problem? Men were always so sensitive, you just stated the obvious.

“What about my nose?” he demanded, eyes blazing, a knife finding itself to your throat in a very clear threat. 

You met his glare defiantly. He had pretty eyes, now that you could see him up close. Actually, if you got past the nose and the makeup, he was quite handsome. Was that his hair coming through his hat? You rather liked long hair. More to pull and grab. Your stare danced down. Good build too. 

You smirked, cocking your head and leaning slightly into the knife. You felt it slice through skin a little. “Careful there, clown.” Your tongue passed your lips, your hand going to the blade, tips of your fingers tracing the steel slowly as you continued. “I might be into that, you know?” you giggled. “But you know Shanks, right? You’re Binky, right?… no was it Baggy… Ah! Booggy!! Ehe, nailed it,” he frowned, destabilized by your drunken train of thoughts. “Anyways, any idea where that red-haired bastard might be?”

Buggy’s eyes narrowed, the blade pressing just a bit more firmly against your neck. It was more of an ego thing now than a threat, though you could clearly see the confusion and irritation in his gaze.  “It’s Buggy, you half-wit,” he growled.

You felt a familiar heat pool at your core at the way his voice shrieked… or maybe it was the degradation paired with the knife at your throat… Or a mix of it all. Either way, it made you smile and lean further into the act. To your satisfaction, he seemed to distantly catch your train of thought.

He took a step closer, making you lean against the bar, your back arching under him. “And why should I tell you anything about Shanks?” his breath brushed against your lips.

You snorted, his question unfortunately bringing you back out to reality. “Why, pretty boy?” Your mouth twisted as you slowly removed the blade out of his hand. “Cause the bastard knocked my sister up and left without saying shit.”

The words hung between you for a while. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, working. Then his expression shifted. Disbelief. Amusement. 

He laughed. 

“Shanks has a kid?” he bellowed and you sighed downing the god-awful booze in your cup.

“Five fucking years old, still hasn’t shown back up and not answering letters,” you added, rolling your eyes. “You guys were in Roger’s crew together, right? You MUST have an idea where he is.”

The echo of his laughter dimmed. He crashed on the stool next to yours, hearty chuckles still shaking his shoulders. “No fucking idea, woman,” he gestured at the bartender to get you new booze. 

You slumped down defeated. “More slippery than an eel in fucking oil,” you complained under your breath. A tankard appeared in front of you. You eyed it dubiously, then eyed the clown. “You better be paying, pretty boy,” you said before taking a gulp. It was far better than whatever you’d been drinking before. “Cause I’m flat-out broke.” 

Your head hurt. Hurt so fucking bad. You could hear the rhythm of your heart in your ears. You creaked your eyes open, soft rays of sunshine an insult to your very being. You pulled the covers against yourself, fabric dragging along bare skin. Wait. Was that a bed? It was a nice bed. You hadn’t slept in one so comfortable in ages. You caught something blue in the periphery of your vision.

Ah right. The clown.

You looked at him for a bit, sleeping soundly, long hair splattered around him, the sheets barely hiding his naked frame.

Damn, you’d been right. He was a pretty boy. 

You tried to get up, but slumped back down just as fast, your body feeling like lead.

Fuck.

Most of the past night was a mystery to you. Though it didn’t take more than adding two and two together to figure out what you’d done with the clown. 

Fuck, you could still feel him a little. Though your thighs were clean. Surprisingly gentlemanly. You chuckled softly. Must have been a good lay, shame you didn’t remember.

You spotted a half-empty bottle of booze lying on the floor. You shifted over lazily, tips of your fingers grazing the cool glass before they finally wrapped around it. Expertly you untwisted the cap, bringing the alcohol to your lips. 

You smirked. Shit was good quality. Couldn’t be hungover if you were drunk. 

You closed your eyes with a satisfied exhale, images slowly coming back to you. 

You’d been talking and laughing for a while now. Your conversation had shifted to a more secluded corner of the shabby establishment. You were straddling him as he recounted another unbelievable story, his hand detached as he waved it around, punctuating his words. 

You giggled a little, eyes stuck on his lips, not following a single one of his words. Then your mind started going down the slippery slope of the possibilities of his devil fruit powers. You put your palm on his chest, steadying yourself as you looked into the sea of his eyes.

“Say,” you mused drunkenly. “Buggy,” you uttered his name wantonly, dragging it emphatically through your lips, leaning near, breath mingling with his as he slowly stopped talking. “Can you detach, like, everything?”

Your lips almost touched, his gaze sparkled with amusement. 

“Everything,” he confirmed your thoughts, inching a little closer. With a flick of his wrist, his hand reattached itself, going to your thigh, traveling up to your ass then to your lower back, slipping under the hem of your shirt as he found his way to your waist.

You let out a small whine as ideas crossed your mind. You smirked as you asked, “Have you ever, like, detached your head to suck yourself?” He chuckled nervously but before he could say anything you continued. “Cause, if it were me,” you moaned, low, pressing yourself against him shamelessly. “I think I’d eat myself out every day.” You rolled your hips. “Fuck, the possibilities.” 

You cringed as the memories of your drunken boldness flooded back. You shouldn’t be surprised, you guessed. It was far from unusual from you, and it clearly wasn’t your worst blunder. 

He shifted a little next to you, slowly coming back to the land of the living.

You took another sip, the burn down your throat feeling heavenly.

“Mornin’, pretty boy,” you rasped as his eyes creaked open.

He just groaned.

He’d brought you back to his ship, both giggling as you drunkenly tumbled down the cobblestone path. You’d almost fallen off the gangplank as you made your way to the gaudy swaying deck.

As you entered his quarters, his lips found yours, hungry and demanding. Red lipstick and day-old makeup smeared across your face as your tongues met. His body pressed yours against the door, hands not wasting time as he undid your pants. 

The kiss broke for an instant as you took off your shirt. Mouths crashing again as soon as the fabric passed your head. Your fingers bunched desperately into his coat before tugging it off with urgency. Your hands traced up his arms, finding muscles you hadn’t entirely expected. 

“Buggy,” you moaned into him, a sound muffled against his lips. His hand detached, buried itself in your underwear. 

You bucked as the tips of his fingers found the bundle of nerves in small circles. Your nails dug into sinews as you struggled to keep upright. His body leaned further into you, a grounding weight. You felt fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back as he trailed down your jaw, the hollow of your throat.

“Shit, you’re wet. Wanna hear you,” he murmured against your ear, tongue meeting your lobe, teeth nibbling. 

He pressed a touch harder on your clit and you mewled and swore under your breath for him. Then you felt two of his fingers detach and enter you, lazily pumping in and out. 

Oh fuck. That wasn’t fair. 

Your hands shot to his head, tossing the hat away as your fingers sought to tangle themselves in his locks. Long blue strands cascaded around his shoulders and your nails found his scalp, digging almost painfully,

He moaned in tandem with you at the sensation, hips rolling against yours, making the palm at your cunt drag harder against your clit. “Gonna cum,” you warned in a high-pitched voice you barely recognized. 

Your walls twitched against his fingers as you came undone. He didn’t stop as you rode your high, dancing ridiculously close to the line of overstimulation. As your body slumped, relying entirely on him to hold you upright, digits snapped together, hand slowly retreating before going back at his wrist. 

“Fucking hell,” you panted, guiding his head back to yours, lips meeting leisurely. You went to the front of his pants, palming him. “Take me to bed, you pretty pirate captain.”

He chuckled, lust in his eyes. “Say that again.” He grabbed your ass roughly, pulling you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“What part?” You licked his lower lip, hands lacing around his neck for support as he made his way to the bed. “Pretty?” You kissed his jaw. “Pirate?” Your teeth dragged on his neck. “Or? Captain?” you whispered in his ear.

He rolled his hips at the last one, the sound of pleasure escaping his mouth obscene. He unceremoniously dropped you down on the mattress, bouncing for an instant. You quickly kicked your boots and removed your pants off, panties and bra following suit, thrown into oblivion. 

He started doing the same, shirt discarded but before he could unlace his pants you grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. He stumbled down, your bodies colliding, long hair draping around you as he kissed you. 

With a quick movement, you flipped the both of you, straddling him. “You still got those knives, captain?” you asked, grinding yourself on his hips, leaving a wet spot on his pants. “I want you to hold one to my neck as I fuck you.” 

He grinned and you suddenly felt cool steel at your neck. “Fucking stunning.” He bucked under you.

You swore as you realized the hand holding the knife was floating, your head lulled back, a needy mewl escaping you. This shit was hot. You quickly made works of the laces of his pants, pulling out his cock.

He was already hard for you, leaking. You traced along him, touch fleeting until you reached the tip, your grip tightening, thumb swiping the bead of precum, gathering it. You brought back your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, the taste salty on your tongue as you slowly started lowering yourself on him. His hand shot to your hip, fingers digging into the softness of your flesh as he tried to steady himself.

A loud moan escaped him, his back arching, breathing uneven as you took him fully. “Fucking warm and tight,” his voice was shaky. 

You didn’t waste time, lazily making your way up and down his cock. The stretch was heavenly. You grabbed his hand at your hip and brought it to your chest. You rolled your hips and his fingers pinched and squeezed for you. 

“Fuck, Captain,” you gasped. You went to your clit, fingers expertly circling, matching the movements of your rhythm. You purposely leaned into the blade and you felt blood trickle down your neck. “Fuck.” Your thighs trembled.  

“Shit, woman,” he grunted, hips rising to meet yours. “Who knew you’d be such a whore.” Your walls twitched and you stuttered at his words. He smirked. “You like that? Whore?” he punctuated his question with an especially forceful thrust, fingers pinching hard on your nipple.

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately chasing your high. “Oh gods, yes.”

“That’s right.” he started thrusting into you more steadily, making up for your weakening thighs. 

One of your hands shot to the hand holding the knife at your throat as you came, holding the blade more firmly against your, your body spasming and folding in pleasure. 

You distantly heard him chuckle at the sight. Then you felt yourself be turned around completely, your face burying itself in the linen covers, his cock somehow still pumping into you in the exchange of positions. 

The pace he set was hard, fast, rough, just how you liked it. You felt fingers burying themselves in your hair, pulling painfully, then pushing you harshly into the mattress. A staggered scream of pleasure escaped your mouth, drool seeping into the loose weave of the fabric.

Your thighs shook violently, threatening to collapse as overstimulation bordered the edge of your mind. Your fingers tangled in the covers. His hand came to your clit in small flicks. It sent your world careening. You couldn’t breathe properly. You felt threads snap beneath the force of your nails. 

“Shit, never asked your name,” The rhythm of his hips was becoming more frazzled, urgent. The hand in your hair pulled you up a bit to hear your answer.

“(Y/n),” you moaned again and again, punctuated by incomprehensible swears.

He chuckled. Your name rolled on his lips. It sounded nice. “Pretty name,” he mused, pushing your head back in the covers roughly. “Fuck,” his fingers circled harder against your clit and tears stained linen along your drool. “Sail with me, (y/n).” 

You were too far gone to answer him properly, a second orgasm tingling at the tips of your fingers. “Yes!” you agreed mindlessly, toes curling.

The world disappeared around you as you came, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “Fuck,” you sobbed as your body tried to retract from the stimulation of his touch.

It didn’t take long for him to join you in rapture, suddenly pulling out of you, thrusting against your ass, hot seed spilling along your lower back.

“Mind if I smoke?” you asked as you unsteadily made your way to your pants, discarded on the floor next to a small window. You felt his stare on your naked figure as you bent down shamelessly, looking into your pockets for your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Ya can do whatever you want, woman,” he groaned behind you, his voice still thick with sleep.

You chuckled, bringing one to your lips and lighting it without much thought. You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the exhilaration that came with the smoke filling your lungs. Your eyes creaked open again, only now noticing the unending expanse of blue in the horizon.

Ahhhhh.

Fuck.

You’d set sail.

You sighed. Didn’t matter.

You took another puff of smoke, turning back to the bed.

“Soooo,” you drawled out the word, the mattress dipping under your weight. You ungracefully made your way to the pirate, straddling him, bottle of booze in one hand, cigarette hanging from your lips. “Captain.” You rolled your hips against him, feeling heat pooling between your thighs as your oversensitive clit caught on his hardening cock. You exhaled, smoke coming out in a hypnotizing pattern. “How about we have some fun.”

He smirked.

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