#ff nibbles

[captainmvf]

Team dynamics ft. where CB thinks he goes.

[voidcat]

Michaela Kaiser

Ceru and I were calling her Michelle Kaiser but YESSSSS <3

you call her Kaiser the first time, she lets you get away because that’s your first verbal direct interaction with her- it’s not your fault that you were careless.

The second time? Oh no, it’s not flying by. A finger pressed against your lips, making you stop midspeech (“Kai—“ “Michaela. Now say it with me.”)

She’ll make you slowly say the name syllable by syllable, enjoy the taste of her name on your lips— you’re unaware of the drug you’ve just provided her on a golden tray like this…

[sh4nksslvt]

Giant Duck Incident

When Luffy mistakes a giant duck for dinner and ends up getting a kiss instead

LUFFY X GN!READER ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe

masterlist | ko-fi

words count: 1.1k

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The sun was high, the sea was calm, and there were absolutely no signs of trouble.

Which, on the Thousand Sunny, meant one thing:

Trouble was coming.

“LUFFY, NO—!!”

Too late. You watched in horror as Monkey D. Luffy, your idiot-slash-sweetheart captain, launched himself full-speed off the ship.

“THAT’S A HUGE DRUMSTICK!!”

He landed with a wet splat on what you now saw was not, in fact, a drumstick, but a massive, living, very not amused yellow blob.

A duck.

A giant duck. Towering, glistening, waddling angrily in the shallows.

It honked—a sound that felt more like a roar—and thrashed its wings wildly, trying to throw the rubbery parasite off its back.

Luffy clung to its neck like a child to a carnival ride, cackling madly. “SHISHISHSHI IT’S THE SIZE OF A WHOLE BANQUET!!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This man has the survival instincts of a particularly reckless bread roll.”

You glanced at the rest of the crew.

Zoro was asleep.

Sanji was busy sculpting carrot roses for Robin.

Robin was reading, obviously not surprised.

Nami looked up from her map just long enough to yell, “Not it!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed something about curses and jumped into a barrel together.

Which left you.

Of course it did.

—

The duck, still honking its fury to the high heavens, stomped in circles while Luffy attempted to bite its side. You sprinted down the ramp and into the shallow surf.

“LUFFY, GET OFF THE DUCK!”

“I’M TRYING TO TASTE IT!”

“IT’S A SENTIENT CREATURE!”

“BUT IT LOOKS SO CRISPY—”

The duck, insulted on a deeply personal level, launched itself upward in one majestic leap and sent Luffy flying through the air like a flailing meat meteor. He landed beside you, face in the sand, limbs splayed in defeat.

“…Ow,” he mumbled.

You sighed and knelt beside him. “You good?”

He gave you a thumbs-up, still face-down. “YUP! SHISHISHI”

You helped brush sand off his hat as he sat up.

“Luffy,” you said, trying to be calm, “you can’t eat random animals just because they’re big and vaguely drumstick-shaped.”

“But look at it!” he whined, pointing. “It’s got those golden thighs! The rotisserie energy! The juicy potential!”

“It has a name, probably. A family. A job.”

He squinted. “Maybe it’s an orphan with a deep desire to fulfill its destiny as dinner.”

You blinked then laugh at this. “… pftt! did you just create a duck backstory to justify your cravings?”

“Yes!” he said proudly. “That’s called empathy I think! SHISHISHI”

You stared at him, completely deadpan. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked. Then beamed. “You think I’m cute?”

“…That was supposed to stay in my head.”

“TOO LATE!” he yelled, springing to his feet and throwing his arms in the air like a victorious meat wrestler. “Y/N THINKS I’M CUUUUTE!!”

“Luffy!”

“I’M CUTE! I’M CUTE! EVEN CUTER THAN THE DUCK!”

The duck, now perched like a war god on a rock, glared at him with pure malice.

You sighed. “We’re gonna be hunted by poultry assassins. I can feel it.”

—

Back on the Sunny, after Luffy was physically restrained from offering the duck “one little nibble,” peace was finally restored. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and purples.

You sat on the deck’s edge, feet dangling over the sea. Luffy flopped beside you, hat tilted back, grin wide.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said suddenly.

You braced yourself. “If you ask me to cook duck—”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I was gonna say... I like when you laugh.”

You turned to him, surprised.

He was watching you. Not in the usual Luffy way — not like when he spotted meat across the room, or stared down an enemy. This was the kind of look that made your chest feel warm and your brain do a little somersault.

“Earlier,” he said, “you laughed when I said something about empathy”

“Thats not... I was mocking you!,” you replied. “I thought I was about to watch you get pecked into a new time zone.”

“But you still laughed,” he said, all sunny and smug. “You always do.”

“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”

“You like it,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

You bit back a smile. “I tolerate it. Barely.”

He tilted his head, expression soft. “Zoro said it’s obvious.”

“…You talked to Zoro about me?”

“I asked if I could kiss you,” Luffy said bluntly. “He said ask you, not him.”

Your brain fizzled. “Wait. What—”

“So,” Luffy continued, turning fully to face you with that open, earnest joy you’d come to adore, “can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath caught. This was the same boy who just tried to eat a duck like it was a buffet item. Who once got stuck inside a vending machine trying to retrieve a stuck candy bar. Who sometimes forgot his shoes and didn’t notice for an hour.

And yet.

Your heart fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo about logic.

“…Yes,” you said, quiet.

His face lit up like a festival. “Yeah?!”

You nodded.

He scooted close—awkwardly but gently—and cupped your cheek, his hand warm and calloused. The kiss was clumsy, sweet, quick. His nose bumped yours, and when he pulled away, he had that stupidly big grin that made your stomach flip.

“WHOA,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back.

He leaned back on his hands, practically glowing. “Gonna tell Zoro it worked!”

“LUFFY—NO—!”

Too late.

“ZORO!! I KISSED Y/N!! AND THEY SAID YES!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands as Zoro’s muffled “I don’t care!” echoed from the crow’s nest.

Sanji’s head whipped up from the kitchen door, his cigarette dangling dangerously.

“WHAT?!”

Luffy turned mid-skip. “I kissed Y/N!”

Sanji's eye twitched. “I leave you alone for ONE romantic sunset and you SNEAK AHEAD?!”

You, now partially hiding behind the mast, groaned. “Oh no.”

“Luffy, you absolute—! That was supposed to be MY kiss! I was going to bring you a fruit parfait! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY Y/N~CHWANNNNN!”

Luffy skipped back to you, unbothered and beaming. “Wanna kiss again?”

You peeked through your fingers. “If you promise not to announce it like a seagull with a megaphone.”

He nodded. “Fineee!. But I will write it in my logbook shishishi.”

“…You have a logbook?!”

“It’s mostly meat sketches and battle doodles. But now it has you.”

And your heart, traitor that it was, somersaulted again.

You sighed. “Fine. Just… no more trying to eat ducks.”

He tilted his head. “What if it asks nicely?”

You groaned, flopping back dramatically.

And somewhere in the distance, a vengeful honk echoed over the sea.

[suugarbabe]

a compilation of all the little blurbs that have resulted from the yaps with @musingsofahufflepuff ; there is always more to come

mattheo's curls need attention

have you ever tried this one?

enzo's got a happy tail when he sees you

matty asks for a drunken piggy back ride

enzo's the best potions partner ever

matty's boo'd up and it's not with you and you've got some words

shotgun high with matty and enzo

you invite the golden trio to a slytherin party

enzo in grey sweats is diabolical

manipulative enzo

ff!mattheo x barista! theo; you x paramedic!enzo

puppy enzo tries to impress you

you can’t help but get a nibble at your boys (poly!sb)

manchild

[toxicdischarge]

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NSFW: public sex T^T i wish there were more ffs of him</3

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"TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD GIRL YOU ARE." His tongue licked your entrance, enticing a moan out of your lips.

"S-Sting," You whimpered, clutching onto his hair, your back was against the cold brick wall, one of the coliseum's hallways. Your legs were wrapped around his neck as he supported you with his toned arms.

Currently, you were getting your pussy eaten by your teams' enemy. It wasn't the first time nor the last. You liked it just as much as he does. On top of public sex, you liked the rush of the possibility of getting caught by your guild or his. It was thrilling, which turned you on even more.

The crowd's loud cheers were drowned out by your moans. Your sounds were music to his ears. The way he was in control made you tremble as he hungrily drank your juices.

"Fuck," You sighed, feeling a knot in your stomach to form. "I'm-"

"Not yet," He growled, unfortunately moving his head away from you. You whined as he adjusted positions, moving your legs to his waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

His lips collided with yours, instantly tasting yourself. You moaned at the sweet but salty mix of saliva. His tongue ravished your mouth as he swiftly slid inside of you. If it weren't for his lips muffling your sounds, you were sure nearby wanderers could hear you two. His hips thrusted upwards, moving in and out, making your insides curl.

"If you weren't a fairy, I would've made you mine by now," He nipped at your lip, a little too harshly, as you could taste the metal slipping onto your taste buds. "It's unfortunate really, your pussy is so good." He sighed, still moving in and out of you.

"Y-Yeah, well, you're not the only one." You moaned out, tugging on his spiky blond hair. He growled at your statement, harshly pulling out, turning you to face the wall, and sliding back in. His hands pulled at your hair, causing your neck to incline backwards.

"The tough act isn't a good look on you, princess." His teeth nipped at your neck. "No one can fuck you as good as I can, and you know it." You whimpered, feeling him deeper inside of you.

The way he was moving, you could tell that he was angry. You knew the only way to get him riled up was to taunt him, which you usually like doing during sex. You weren't sure why, but having him angrily pounding you was a turn-on.

"You belong to me," He stated in your ear, nibbling on your lobe. "And me only."

"Quite the opposite of what you just said, Eucliffe." You sighed, feeling his rough hands grope your boobs through your shirt. His fingers slightly pinching your hardened nipples. "Can't make up your mind or what?"

He snarled. "You're a brat, you know that?" Sting's lips travelled down your nape, sending shivers down your spine as he caressed your sweet spot.

You honestly don't know why you keep coming back to him. It all started when you two were assigned on a mission together, a few months prior to the games. At first, both of you hated having to work together, especially from rival guilds.

But over time, the more missions you two went on, the sexual tension rose, and it brought both of you to this predicament. Fucking each other's brains out every time you were near each other.

It was honestly like you two were horny teenagers. And it definitely didn't helped when his dragon instincts kicks in, urging him to mark you. He'd usually ignored it because he didn't want to people to know a tiger was rendezvousing with a fairy.

"Fuck, Sting." You whimpered as both of you hit your climaxes. His hips were sloppily thrusting, emptying his load in you. His cock stayed inside as you felt your combined fluids dripped down your thighs.

"Say it," His hand grasps your neck, forcing eye contact. "Say that you're mine." A glint of possesivess swirled in his cerculan orbs, you could slightly see his sharp canines poking out.

"I'm yours." With that statement, you could feel something pierce into your neck.

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[novaursa]

Flames in the West (lord of the west)

- Summary: During the royal hunt in honor of Aegon's second nameday, you insult a lion and gain his attention.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: fatherhood

- Next part: home sweet home

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The morning in the Red Keep began like any other, courtyards as servants bustled about their duties. King Viserys sat in his private chamber, enjoying a leisurely breakfast and a goblet of wine. Across from him, Ser Otto Hightower stood with his usual air of composed importance, a parchment in hand, ready to discuss matters of state.

Before Otto could launch into his carefully prepared agenda, the muffled sound of Jason Lannister’s voice carried through the corridors, growing louder with every passing second. It wasn’t long before the doors burst open, and Jason stormed in, his hair disheveled, his tunic slightly askew, and an expression of pure panic on his face.

“Your Grace!” Jason exclaimed, holding what appeared to be a bundle of blankets. “It’s hatched! The egg—it’s hatched!”

Viserys set down his goblet, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “Ah, so it finally happened.”

“Finally?” Jason echoed, his voice an octave higher than usual. “You knew this was going to happen?”

Otto cleared his throat, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “Your Grace, if we could return to the—”

Viserys raised a hand to silence him, his eyes fixed on Jason. “Hold that thought, Otto. This is far more entertaining.”

Jason strode forward and carefully unwrapped the bundle, revealing a tiny dragon nestled within. The hatchling, no larger than a housecat, stretched its wings and let out a high-pitched chirp, its scales shimmering in shades of crimson and gold. Smoke curled faintly from its nostrils as it blinked up at Jason with an almost innocent curiosity.

“Look at it!” Jason said, gesturing wildly. “It’s adorable—and terrifying! What am I supposed to do with this?”

Viserys leaned forward, inspecting the hatchling with an expression of paternal pride. “He’s a fine little beast. Lorien must have a strong connection to his Targaryen blood for the egg to hatch so quickly.”

Jason gaped at him. “Strong connection? He’s a baby! He doesn’t even know how to hold his head up, let alone bond with a dragon!”

The hatchling let out another chirp, flapping its wings experimentally. Jason flinched, taking a cautious step back. “And it’s already trying to fly! What if it sets something on fire?”

Viserys chuckled, his tone light. “Then you’d best keep it away from the tapestries.”

Otto, who had been standing silently, finally decided to interject. “Your Grace, this is a private matter. We have pressing issues to discuss regarding the Crown—”

Viserys silenced him with a wave of his hand, his eyes never leaving Jason and the hatchling. “Otto, sometimes you must allow life’s little surprises to take precedence. Besides,” he added with a smirk, “how often do you get to see a Lannister panic over a dragon?”

Jason, still holding the dragon awkwardly, glared at the king. “I’m glad my suffering is so amusing to you, Your Grace.”

“It’s not suffering, Jason,” Viserys replied, clearly enjoying himself. “It’s part of the honor of raising a Targaryen. Consider it a badge of pride.”

Jason muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “badge of chaos” before turning back to the dragon. The hatchling had started nibbling on the edge of the blanket, its tiny teeth surprisingly sharp.

“Is it supposed to do that?” Jason asked, his tone somewhere between fascination and terror.

Viserys waved a hand dismissively. “It’s teething. Perfectly normal.”

“Teething?” Jason repeated, his eyes widening. “On what? Firewood?”

Otto sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Your Grace, I must insist—”

“Insist on what, Otto?” Viserys interrupted, his tone laced with amusement. “This is family business. You wouldn’t want to intrude, would you?”

Otto’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing further, his annoyance palpable.

As Jason continued to fuss over the hatchling, Viserys leaned back in his chair, clearly savoring every moment. “You’ll do fine, Jason. Dragons aren’t so different from children—they need care, patience, and the occasional firm hand.”

Jason shot him a look of disbelief. “Care and patience, I can handle. Fire-breathing, wing-flapping chaos is another matter entirely.”

The dragon, as if on cue, let out a tiny puff of smoke, causing Jason to yelp and nearly drop it. Viserys burst into laughter, clutching his sides as Otto muttered something about the absurdity of the situation.

“Welcome to the family, Jason,” Viserys said between chuckles. “You’re truly one of us now.”

Jason sighed, holding the dragon at arm’s length as it blinked up at him with innocent curiosity. “I suppose I’ll learn to manage,” he said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced.

Viserys raised his goblet in a mock toast. “To Jason, the lion who tamed a dragon. Or at least tried to.”

The room erupted into laughter, and though Jason grumbled under his breath, even he couldn’t suppress a faint smile. After all, chaos or not, he was part of the family now—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The gardens of the Red Keep were a haven of tranquility amidst the bustling chaos of court life. Rows of fragrant roses, blooming in hues of crimson and gold, lined the pathways, while soft breezes carried the scents of lavender and jasmine through the air. In the center of it all, you and Rhaenyra sat at a stone table under the shade of a weeping willow, a cyvasse board spread between you.

Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair, her silver hair catching the sunlight as she studied the board with narrowed eyes. “You’ve improved,” she said, her tone grudgingly admiring. “I didn’t expect you to block my dragon so quickly.”

You smirked, moving a piece with deliberate slowness. “Motherhood sharpens the mind, sister. You’ll understand someday.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ve only just begun this journey, and already you sound like a septa.”

“Perhaps,” you replied with a grin. “But you’ll see. Once you have a child of your own, you’ll be giving out advice too.”

At this, Rhaenyra’s expression softened, though she quickly masked it with a teasing smirk. “And you think that will happen soon, do you?”

You tilted your head, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, it’s only a matter of time. I see the way Ser Harwin Strong looks at you.”

Rhaenyra’s cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, and she quickly looked back at the cyvasse board. “Harwin? He’s Lord Commander of the City Watch. It’s his duty to look at me.”

“Is it his duty to look at you like that?” you asked, your voice laced with amusement. You tilted your head toward the path leading through the gardens, where Harwin Strong had just passed with his father, Lyonel Strong. Harwin’s gaze lingered on Rhaenyra for a moment longer than necessary, and his smile was hard to miss.

Rhaenyra’s lips twitched, but she refused to look up. “Laenor and I have an agreement,” she said breezily, moving her cyvasse piece. “We both understand what’s expected of us—and what isn’t.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand as you studied your sister. “An agreement, hmm? That sounds very… practical.”

Rhaenyra finally glanced up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Practicality is necessary in politics, dear sister. Not all of us can marry for… enthusiasm.”

You gasped in mock offense, sitting back dramatically. “Are you implying something about my choice of husband?”

Rhaenyra smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I’m only saying that Jason Lannister is the most theatrical man I’ve ever met. How do you manage his endless declarations of grandeur?”

“Easily,” you said with a shrug. “I remind him I can always call for Sylveris if he becomes too much.”

Rhaenyra laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “I’d pay good coin to see that.”

You grinned, moving another piece on the cyvasse board. “I should tease you more often, Rhaenyra. You’re much more fun when you’re flustered.”

“Flustered?” Rhaenyra scoffed, though her cheeks still held a faint blush. “Hardly. You’re simply projecting your own chaos onto me.”

“Oh, chaos,” you said, gesturing toward her. “Like marrying a Velaryon but stealing glances at Commander of Gold Cloaks?”

Rhaenyra’s laughter rang out again, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she tilted her head, her expression softening. “And you, dear sister, married a lion who adores you. Are you truly happy?”

You paused, your smile softening. “I am. Jason is… a lot, but he has a good heart. And Lorien—well, he’s perfect.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze flicked toward the path where Harwin had disappeared. “Perhaps you’re right,” she said after a moment. “Perhaps it’s only a matter of time.”

You moved your final piece, capturing her king. “Checkmate,” you declared triumphantly.

Rhaenyra groaned, leaning back in her chair. “You’ve truly gotten better at this.”

“Motherhood sharpens the mind,” you repeated with a grin.

Rhaenyra stood, stretching gracefully as she glanced toward the path again. “And maybe one day, I’ll take your advice and let it sharpen mine.”

As she walked away, you couldn’t help but smile. The gardens, the teasing, the laughter—it was a rare and precious moment between sisters. And though the court would always be filled with intrigue and chaos, for now, you were content to let the game end with a victory of your own.

The private dining chamber was a haven of warmth and intimacy compared to the grand halls of the Red Keep. Candles flickered on a small, round table set with silver goblets, golden plates, and an array of delicacies that would rival a royal feast. You sat across from Jason, your husband looking particularly pleased with himself as he sipped his wine. His golden doublet was slightly crumpled, and there was a mischievous gleam in his eye that told you he had a story to share.

“So,” you began, setting down your goblet and leaning forward slightly. “What mischief did you get into while I was with Rhaenyra?”

Jason grinned, leaning back in his chair with a theatrical sigh. “Ah, where to begin? The day was full of triumph, disaster, and, as always, my unparalleled wit.”

You arched an eyebrow, resting your chin on your hand. “Let me guess—you’ve declared yourself King of the Keep again?”

“Not quite,” Jason replied, smirking. “Though it wouldn’t be entirely undeserved.”

Jason waved a hand dramatically, his voice taking on a storyteller’s cadence. “It all started in the stables. I decided to check on the horses, you see, because I am, of course, a man of action.”

“Of course,” you said, trying not to laugh. “Do continue.”

“Well,” Jason said, his grin widening, “one of the stable hands thought it wise to saddle my horse incorrectly. I noticed immediately—keen eye that I have—and pointed it out.”

“And what happened then?” you asked, already bracing yourself.

Jason took another sip of his wine, his eyes sparkling. “The fool argued with me! Said I didn’t know how a saddle should be set. Can you imagine?”

“I can,” you said, smirking. “What did you do?”

“I demonstrated, naturally,” Jason said, puffing out his chest. “I showed him how to adjust the straps, mount properly, and—well, perhaps I shouldn’t have galloped through the courtyard.”

“You didn’t,” you said, though you already knew he had.

“Oh, but I did,” Jason said with a chuckle. “Right through a meeting of the royal guard. They were not pleased.”

“After my equestrian victory,” Jason continued, waving off your groan, “I decided to check on the kitchens. Thought I’d ensure tonight’s dinner was up to standard.”

“And?” you prompted, your curiosity piqued.

Jason hesitated, his grin faltering slightly. “It turns out they don’t take kindly to suggestions.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “What did you do?”

“I might have suggested adding a touch of Westerlands honey to the roast,” Jason admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And perhaps rearranging the entire menu.”

“Oh, Jason,” you said, covering your face with your hands. “Please tell me you didn’t insult the cooks.”

“Insult?” Jason repeated, feigning offense. “No, no, I merely offered… constructive criticism.”

“And then?”

“And then they chased me out with ladles,” Jason said, laughing. “One of them actually threw a potato at me.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, shaking your head at your husband’s antics. “You’re impossible.”

Jason leaned forward, his grin turning conspiratorial. “But the best part of the day? I had a run-in with Ser Otto.”

“Oh, gods,” you said, sighing. “What did you do to the Hand of the King?”

“Nothing!” Jason said, holding up his hands. “Well, nothing terrible. He was droning on about matters of state when I suggested he take a break and enjoy the gardens.”

You blinked, surprised. “That’s… unusually kind of you.”

Jason smirked. “I may have implied that he looked as though he hadn’t smiled in a decade.”

You burst out laughing again, nearly spilling your wine. “Jason! Did he say anything?”

“Only that he had no time for idle nonsense,” Jason said, shrugging. “Though I did catch him frowning at the roses on his way out.”

As the meal wound down and dessert was served—honeycakes and spiced pears—you leaned back in your chair, smiling at Jason. “You really can’t go a single day without causing chaos, can you?”

Jason grinned, reaching across the table to take your hand. “Chaos? My love, I bring excitement, laughter, and a touch of charm wherever I go.”

You rolled your eyes, though your smile remained. “You’re lucky I find you entertaining.”

Jason raised his goblet in a mock toast. “And I, dear wife, am lucky to have you to keep me in line.”

The small council chamber was abuzz with the usual murmurs of state business as King Viserys entered, his expression unusually lighthearted for what was typically a sober affair. Seated around the table were the familiar faces of the realm’s advisors: Otto Hightower, the diligent Hand of the King; Tyland Lannister, the shrewd Master of Ships; Lyonel Strong, the composed Master of Laws; and a few others who were already deep in discussion about trade tariffs.

Viserys took his seat at the head of the table, his presence silencing the room. Just as Otto opened his mouth to continue the agenda, Viserys held up a hand with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Before we begin,” Viserys said, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve decided we need a fresh perspective on this council. A voice unburdened by the weight of endless bureaucracy.”

The room froze, every pair of eyes turning toward the king. Tyland, seated near the end of the table, straightened, his sharp mind already working through the implications.

“Your Grace,” Otto began cautiously, his brow furrowing, “might I inquire who you have in mind?”

Viserys grinned, his gaze flicking toward the open door. “Jason Lannister.”

At that exact moment, Jason strode into the chamber. He paused, taking in the room’s stunned silence with a confident smile.

“Your Grace,” Jason said, bowing deeply, “you summoned me?”

“I did,” Viserys said, his grin widening. “Come, Jason. Take a seat.”

Jason’s eyes lit up as he approached the table, his steps brimming with enthusiasm. He slid into an empty chair near Tyland, who was staring at him as though he’d grown a second head.

“Brother,” Tyland hissed under his breath, “what is happening?”

Jason leaned back, clearly delighted. “I believe I’ve been invited to join the council.”

“Invited?” Tyland repeated, his voice sharp. “This is the small council, not a tour of the Red Keep.”

Otto cleared his throat, his expression a mixture of disbelief and barely concealed irritation. “Your Grace, while Lord Jason is… charming, the small council is no place for casual observers.”

Viserys raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about casual? Jason is a lord, a husband to my daughter, and a father to my grandson. I’d say he has every right to sit among us.”

Tyland’s hand hit his forehead with a soft thud as Lyonel Strong glanced between the king and Jason, clearly unsure whether to laugh or protest.

“Your Grace,” Otto tried again, “this council requires expertise in matters of governance. Lord Jason, while undoubtedly well-meaning, may lack the… subtlety required for such discussions.”

Jason, unfazed, leaned forward with a winning smile. “Subtlety? I’ve been handling the politics of the Westerlands for years. Negotiating trade routes, managing disputes—why, just the other day, I convinced a stable hand to properly saddle my horse.”

The room fell silent. Tyland audibly groaned.

“Jason brings something unique to this table,” Viserys said, clearly enjoying the reactions around him. “Energy. Perspective. And,” he added with a smirk, “an unrelenting enthusiasm that I find refreshing.”

Otto opened his mouth again, but Viserys cut him off with a raised hand. “Enough, Otto. The decision is made. Jason will join us, and I expect all of you to treat him with the same respect you afford one another.”

Jason beamed, looking around the table as though he’d just been knighted. “Thank you, Your Grace. I won’t let you down.”

“You already have,” Tyland muttered, earning a sharp look from Jason.

As the council reluctantly resumed its business, Jason quickly inserted himself into the conversation, offering his opinions on everything from naval defense to trade disputes. His ideas ranged from occasionally insightful to utterly ridiculous, much to Tyland’s increasing exasperation.

“Why not double the trade tax on wine from Dorne?” Jason suggested at one point. “It’s a luxury, and people will pay whatever it costs.”

Lyonel Strong raised an eyebrow. “And risk offending the Dornish princes?”

Jason waved a hand. “Oh, they’ll understand. Besides, have you tasted their wine? It’s worth it.”

Tyland buried his face in his hands as Otto leaned back in his chair, his expression grim. “Your Grace,” Otto said quietly, “this council has always valued wisdom and prudence.”

“And now it values creativity,” Viserys countered, clearly amused. “Let Jason speak.”

Jason grinned, raising his goblet in a mock toast. “To creativity! And to ensuring the realm thrives under my… I mean, our guidance.”

As the meeting adjourned, Tyland pulled Jason aside, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Jason grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “I’ve brought a little life to this dull council of yours.”

Tyland groaned. “Life? Jason, you suggested taxing wine and creating a fleet of ‘golden ships’ to scare pirates away.”

Jason shrugged. “Admit it, Tyland. You’re jealous of my brilliance.”

“I’m jealous of your audacity,” Tyland shot back. “And if you ever try to suggest anything that absurd again, I will personally toss you out of the chamber.”

Jason laughed, completely unfazed. “Relax, brother. I’m here to help.”

As the two walked away, Otto approached Viserys, his tone heavy with disapproval. “Your Grace, this is a mistake.”

Viserys chuckled, sipping his wine. “Mistake or not, it’s entertaining. Let Jason have his moment, Otto. The council hasn’t been this lively in years.”

And with that, the king left the chamber, leaving Otto to stew in silence as Jason Lannister continued to make his indelible mark on the Seven Kingdoms—one chaotic suggestion at a time.

You were seated near one of the tall windows, enjoying a rare moment of calm with a goblet of wine in hand. A visiting lord—Lord Edrick of House Sunderland, a silver-tongued courtier from the Three Sisters—had taken it upon himself to engage you in conversation.

“My lady,” Edrick said, his tone smooth as silk, “it is no wonder even the fiercest lion would bow to you. Your beauty rivals that of the stars themselves.”

You arched an eyebrow, though you allowed a polite smile to grace your lips. “That’s very kind of you, Lord Edrick.”

Edrick leaned slightly closer, his smile widening. “Kindness has little to do with it. It is but the truth. Were you not already wed to such a… passionate man, I’d be tempted to court you myself.”

You opened your mouth to respond���likely with a sharp retort—but before you could, a loud clatter interrupted the moment. Jason Lannister, who had been standing across the room in animated conversation with Laenor Velaryon and Martyn, froze mid-sentence. His green eyes narrowed, and his ears seemed to twitch as the compliment reached him.

“Who said that?” Jason growled, turning on his heel like a predator who had just caught the scent of prey.

Laenor and Martyn both followed Jason’s line of sight, immediately understanding what had sparked his reaction. Jason’s fists clenched, his jaw set, and his usually charming smile was replaced by a glare that could melt steel.

“Jason,” Laenor said cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down. He’s just being polite.”

“Polite?” Jason repeated, his voice rising. “Polite is saying her gown is lovely. Polite is a brief compliment. That man just said he’d court my wife!”

Martyn sighed, already moving to block Jason’s path as he began to march toward Lord Edrick. “Jason, no. You can’t fight every man who admires your wife.”

“Watch me,” Jason snapped, his golden hair practically bristling as he tried to push past Martyn. “He insulted my honor—and hers!”

“Jason,” Laenor said, stepping in front of him, “you’re about to make a spectacle. Again.”

“Good!” Jason declared, his voice carrying across the hall. A few heads turned, though most were accustomed to his antics by now. “That man needs to learn respect.”

Before Jason could take another step, Martyn grabbed one of his arms while Laenor grabbed the other. Together, they dragged him back toward the corner of the hall, their combined strength barely enough to contain his righteous fury.

“Unhand me!” Jason growled, struggling against their grip. “This is a matter of principle!”

“This is a matter of you embarrassing yourself,” Martyn muttered, tightening his hold. “Think, Jason. You’re a lord, not a common brawler.”

Jason shot him a glare. “I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent brawler.”

“That’s not the point,” Laenor said, his tone exasperated. “Do you really want to ruin a perfectly good evening over a harmless compliment?”

Jason stopped struggling for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then he shook his head. “No. But it wasn’t harmless. Did you hear what he said? ‘Were you not already wed’—the audacity!”

Meanwhile, you had noticed the commotion and decided to step in before your husband could escalate things further. Crossing the room with measured steps, you stopped in front of Jason, who was still being restrained by Laenor and Martyn.

“What,” you said, folding your arms, “is going on here?”

Jason immediately straightened, his glare softening as he met your gaze. “Y/N, that man insulted you! I’m defending your honor.”

You arched an eyebrow. “By starting a fight in the middle of the hall?”

Jason hesitated, then glanced at Laenor and Martyn, who both looked as though they wanted to disappear. “Well… yes.”

You sighed, reaching out to place a hand on his chest. “Jason, Lord Edrick was being overly complimentary, but it was harmless. You don’t need to fight every man who looks my way.”

Jason blinked, his expression softening further. “You mean you’re not upset?”

“Upset?” you repeated, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Jason, I married you, didn’t I? You’ve already won.”

Laenor snorted, and Martyn smirked, finally releasing Jason’s arms. Jason straightened, his earlier fury fading into sheepish pride.

“Well,” Jason said, brushing off his doublet, “when you put it that way…”

Lord Edrick, wisely sensing the tension, had already excused himself from the hall by the time you led Jason back to your seats. Martyn and Laenor followed, both shaking their heads in exasperation.

“You’re lucky she’s patient,” Laenor said, clapping Jason on the back.

“Lucky doesn’t begin to cover it,” Martyn added, smirking.

Jason ignored them, leaning closer to you as you took your seat. “You know,” he murmured, his tone much softer now, “I just can’t stand the thought of anyone not appreciating how extraordinary you are.”

You glanced at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. “Jason, I know you mean well, but next time, try not to start a duel over it.”

Jason grinned, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “For you, my love, I’ll try.”

[jungkookjeon0007]

Our Little Secret | Maknae Line FF

☆ summary: You’re hooking up with Jungkook, but his best friends, Taehyung and Jimin, are jealous and just so happen to want you too. One night when Jungkook was buried deep inside of you, the two maknaes walk in and see you both. Jealously suddenly flashes across their faces as Jungkook continues to ruin you. Will he let them join, or will he be stubborn and keep you for himself? 💋

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x reader.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, threesome, oral sex (m + f receiving), unprotected sex — remember to always be safe and practice protected sex, foursome, full sleeve tattooed jk, lip piercings, big dick.

☆ word count: 1.71k.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

“Hello?”

“Hey beautiful, want to come over? I miss you and I’m extremely needy.”

I smiled, biting my lower lip as I felt the wetness already pooling between my legs. “Are your friends there?”

“Don’t worry about those two.. let them hear so they know who makes you feel so good.”

I smirked, thoughts swirling around at the mere thought of him fucking the literal breath out of me. “Okay. I’ll be over there in 20 minutes, you better be ready Jeon.”

He chuckled. “I’m always ready for you, princess.”

After ending the call, I immediately went to freshen myself up, making sure I looked the absolute best for tonight.

—————

I knocked on the door and it wasn’t a second later that it flung open, Jungkook pulling me inside. His lips were on mine as he pinned me between his muscular body and the door. “Fuck, I’ve missed kissing you.” He said out of breath, studying my face.

I pulled him back into a passionate kiss, running my hands gently through his soft black hair. He pressed his growing erection into my thigh and started rubbing himself on me as my fingers tightened in his hair. He let out a low moan and I smirked into the kiss as my right hand went towards the raging erection in his pants. I palmed him slowly, causing him to moan into my mouth as our tongues met.

“God I want you so fucking bad.” He said as he grabbed a handful of my ass.

I continued to palm him, kissing my way down to his jawline, then nibbling on his ear. “Take me Jeon, I’m all yours.”

Within minutes, we were down to our underwear, making out heavily on his bed. I was soaking wet, my pussy tightening around nothing as I started to get impatient. “Mmm, please fuck me.”

“Needy tonight too, aren’t we princess?”

I nodded to which he smirked, drifting his tattooed fingers over my dripping wet folds. His fingers slipped into my wetness, circling around my clit as I moved back and forth.

“So fucking wet already. You’re such a good girl for me.” He pulled away and I whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry beautiful, I’m just getting started. I’ll make you cum soon enough.” His head was between my legs as he gently rubbed my thighs with his fingertips. I looked down and as we continued to make eye contact, he licked a long stripe up my pussy, finally sucking on my clit.

I arched my back as my eyes closed tight from the pleasure. He licked me so good that I was already feeling the knot deep inside my stomach starting to form. I was breathing heavily, sweat beading on my skin, and before I realized it my hand was in his hair pushing his face further into my wetness. “Mmmm, shit I’m so close.”

He added his finger into the mix of pleasure and within seconds, I fell apart reaching my first orgasm of the night.

As he sat up, he wiped my juices off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was amazing, thank you Kookie.”

“It was my pleasure princess, it’s a major plus that you taste so fucking good. I wouldn’t mind to eat you all night long if you’d let me.”

“Who’s stopping you? I can assure you that it’s definitely not me.”

He smirked mischievously as he crawled up my body, kissing me hard as he pulled his underwear off. “I’m sorry, but I need to be inside of you. You’re so mouth watering, I can’t get enough.”

He attacked my lips and as the kiss deepened, I felt the tip of his member rubbing against my swollen clit. We both let out moans, which he took full advantage of, and slipped his hot tongue into my mouth. As our tongues fought for dominance, he ever so gently buried himself into me. “Oh god, you’re so damn tight.”

After 5 minutes, he was fucking me so good that we didn’t realize Jimin and Tae had came home early from working out. It wasn’t until they opened the bedroom door and saw us having sex that I realized we were no longer in the apartment alone.

With dark eyes, each of them stared as Jungkook continued to fuck into me at an unforgiving pace. I could see the jealousy rising within them, so in one swift movement I flipped us over, now sitting on top of Jungkook. “We had admirers so I thought, why not give them a show.”

I kept my eyes locked with the two as I rode him straight into my second orgasm. “Jungkook-Oh shit.”

I calmed down my movements, riding myself through the high and as I came down, Tae’s voice pulled me from my trance. “K-Kook? Is there any way I can join in, I really want to taste her pretty pussy.”

Jungkook looked up at me for confirmation and seemed shocked when I nodded with a yes.

Tae started towards us, stripping his clothes when suddenly Jimin started whining. “That’s not fair! I don’t want to watch the 3 of you have sex. Is there anyway I can join too?”

I was surprised to hear that he wanted to join and I guess it showed vividly on my face as Jungkook questioned me. “What do you think baby? I’ll let you make the call because I’m perfectly happy no matter what.”

After thinking for a few moments, I agreed to let Jimin join too.

“Get on all fours for me sweetheart.” As I got on all fours, Tae’s hot mouth was latched onto my wetness, pleasuring my sensitive clit with his tongue.

“Ahh you taste so fucking good, I can’t wait any longer.” He pumped his hardened member and slipped it in inch by inch, my tightness completely swallowing him.

“She’s so tight, holy shit.”

Taehyung slid deep inside of me as I was hovered over Jimin, pumping his dick with my hand while Jungkook stuffed himself into my mouth. “Fuck princess, your mouth is perfect.” He said as he threw his head back, eyes closed tightly.

I let him continue to throat fuck me as I gagged occasionally, using my tongue simultaneously to pleasure him even more. His thrusts started to get sloppier and the hold he had on my head got tighter as cuss words and moans escaped from his red swollen lips. “Ahh, I’m about to cum baby.”

A few seconds after, I felt his warm release shoot down the back of my throat and I swallowed it all, sucking him through his high.

“Such a good girl for us. You taking my cock, sucking off Kook, and pleasuring Jimin all at the same time.”

I moaned before popping Jungkook out of my mouth and watched him stumble backwards, falling onto his back on the bed.

I smiled at his fucked out state and turned to Jimin as he spoke. “I hope that pretty little mouth of yours isn’t tired yet.”

I smirked but before I could say another word, Taehyung violently began trusting inside of me as he neared his release. I couldn’t take the pleasure as he was hitting my most sensitive spot repeatedly, the knot in my stomach starting to form.

“Oh god baby, I’m-I’m going to cum. S-so fucking tight.”

“Oh shit I’m close Tae-“ Before I could finish my sentence, we both came at the same time.

He rode us through the highs and pulled out of me gently with sweat glistening on both of our bodies.

He collapsed next to a smirking Jungkook while I tried to catch my breath, looking at Jimin. “Come on Chim, 2 down 1 more to go baby.”

His eyes lit up at my words as he smirked evilly. “Get on your side, beautiful.”

I rolled onto my right side as he got between my legs. One leg over his shoulder and the other underneath him, he rubbed himself into my wetness while groaning. “You ready baby?”

I nodded as he looked directly into my eyes, slamming roughly into my sensitive pussy. He bit his lip as my tightness clenched around him. “Shit, you guys were right. She’s perfect”

Jungkook rolled over onto his side and started sucking on my neck as he fondled my breasts. Taehyung also slid over, his fingers playing with my clit as Jimin started thrusting like his life depended on getting his release.

Jimin’s hand came down to my neck as he choked me. I didn’t know this would be as enjoyable as it is but I tightened like a vise as we both moaned out loudly.

“That’s right baby, make our Jiminie feel so good.” Jungkook was whispering into my ear and between that, Jimin fucking me, and Taehyung rubbing my clit while sucking my nipple made me come unglued for the 4th time tonight.

“Holy fucking hell, I-“ No other words were spoken as he stilled his hips, shooting his warm cum deep into me.

As he came down from his high, he slipped out and we all 4 collapse on the bed. All you could hear was heavy breathing throughout the room while I was encased between 3 insanely hot guys as they each rolled over, putting their arms all around me.

“Wait, please tell me you’re on birth control.” Jimin said with fear laced in his voice.

Jungkook and I chuckled. “Relax Chim, we’re all good. I’ve been on birth control for awhile so we’re fine.”

He sighed heavily relaxing back into our group cuddle session. “Shit thank god. I didn’t even think about it during.”

We laughed, having a few conversations before slowly drifting off to sleep in one another’s arms.

[brittscafe]

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I wanted to request some delicious, mouth watering, nail scratching Jugram smut. FULL ON ROUGH, DEGRADING AND ALL THAT. I'm in love with this man it's unhealthy 🤞😍 ALSO VOICE KINK, CUZ HE HAS SUCH A HOT VOICE OMG?!?! Sprinkle some 'you're enjoying this so much, aren't you?' SBWISJSINIW HIHIHI :twirls my hair:

Can I be ❄ anon plssss

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OMGG HIIII!!!! I'm good, thanks for asking! I love Jugram soooo much, it's not even funny 😭 and ofc you can be ❄ anon! <3

"Are your eyes covered, Jugram?!" you call out from the bathroom, dressed in your lacy, silky lingerie set that you had just bought.

"Yes, I promise, my love," he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. He's only wearing his boxers, his muscular chest glistening in the lighting, patiently waiting for you.

You poke your head out of the bathroom and see Jugram doing exactly what you asked.

A smile tugs on your face and you walk out from the bathroom. You stand in between Jugram's legs, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Ready?" you ask, biting on your bottom lip. Jugram smiles, letting out a tiny huff and nodding his head. You tap his shoulde twice, indicating that he can open his eyes.

Jugram's eyelids slowly flutter open, eyes gluing onto your body. The way your lingerie hugs your curves, ass, and breasts make Jugram's mouth water.

"You're beautiful, my love," Jugram comments, his voice deep and lingering in your mind

His cock grows hard inside of his boxers and he inhales sharply. He grabs onto your hips and pulls you on top of him, falling back onto the bed.

You giggle as you land on top of him, straddling his lap. He grabs onto your jaw and pulls your face towards him, locking his lips with yours.

His warm tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, closing your eyes. His hand slides down to your underwear and he starts to rub your clothed clit.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, flipping you over onto your back so that he's on top of you.

"Gonna be good for me?" Jugram dips his head down next to your ear, whispering and you nod your head, holding back a whimper.

His voice is so hot, especially when he's whispering in your ear. You can feel his breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe. You arch your back, pressing yourself into him.

Jugram hums with content, wasting no time in getting rid of the pretty lingerie you had on. It's now thrown across the room.

"Go ahead and get on your knees for me," Jugram demands, sitting back and giving you enough room.

You obey, getting on all fours and arching your back. Your bare ass is up in the air and Jugram discards of his boxers, his hard cock springing out, the tip red and raging.

Jugram postions himself behind you, on his knees with his hands on your hips.

"This pretty pussy is all mine," Jugram growls out, hand slapping your bare pussy and you whimper. He leaves his hand there, rubbing it against your folds for a minute before pulling away.

His hand slaps your ass and squeezes the fat flesh. You press your ass back into Jugram's body. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass and he lets out a tiny chuckle.

"So pathetic and needy for me, my little slut," Jugram spits out, reaching down and stroking his cock. He spreads the pre-cum out along his length before lining it up with your entrance.

You cry out as Jugram fully shoves his cock inside of your hole fully, no warning.

"J-Jugram!" you whine out, your pussy stretching out in a painful, pleasing way.

"You're enjoying so much, aren't you?" Jugram chimes out, thrusting his hips against your ass. He drives his cock deep inside of you, hitting your precious bundle of nerves.

You grip onto the sheets and respond with a filthy moan, your back arching even more.

Jugram pounds into you from behind, balls slapping against your bare ass. Gasps, moans, and whimpers leaving your mouth as he drags his thick, veiny cock along the walls of your cunt.

Your pussy sucks him in and he clenches his jaw, trying to hold himself together. Thick cock sliding against your g-spot each time he pulls his hips back and snaps into you.

"Oh my god, Jugram. Please, slow down," you beg him, clenching around him.

"Shut up and take it," Jugram groans out, feeling your walls hug around his cock and squeeze it. He grabs onto your head and pushes it down into the pillow.

Your body folds as Jugram presses his chest down on your back, panting heavily. Your shaking and whimpering underneath him, ready to come undone.

"Jugram, please!" you moan out. A white ring of cum forms around the base of Jugram's cock as lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room.

"Gonna cum for me, you slut?" Jugram asks through gritted teeth and you bob your head.

"Yes," your voice is muffled by the pillow. He feels your pussy flutter and your cum gushes out onto his cock. Jugram's eyes roll into the back of his head as he continues to pound into you from behind.

Driving his cock deep inside of you, the head hitting that gummy spot inside of you makes the knot in your stomach break. You moan loudly as your cum gushes out, painting Jugram's cock.

The action of you just cumming on his cock makes him to want to come undone as well.

He runs his hand down your spine to your head and grabs onto your hair, tugging on it. You whimper from his action as he hips drives into your ass.

Jugram drops his head, eyes squeezing shut and he groans loudly. He grits his teeth, his cock twitching inside of you and releasing thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.

His cum paints the inside of your walls and start to ooze out from your stuffed hole. His weight presses you down into the bed and he collapses on top of you, panting heavily into your ear.

Jugram props one arm up, making sure not to crush you. "My good little slut," Jugram whispers into your ear, hand grazing over the side of your stomach.

His lingering touch and voice dripping with lust makes you squeeze your thighs together.

[roguishcat]

🌟Happy fic moment of the year🌟

Thank you @dramaticchimpmunk and @deadly-diminuendo for the tag! I love reading and writing tooth-rotting fluff! 😊

Share an excerpt from any fic of yours that you wrote this year, depicting a happy / fluffy / cute moment that you're proud of. Let's spread some joy for the last moments of the undeniably fucked-up year that was 2024.

I would say that 90% of my writing is fluff, so I decided to go with an a snippet from 'A welcome distraction'. Read full story here. ❤️

“Thank you,” she pecked his cheek. “Thank you for looking after me.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. But perhaps come nightfall,” he leaned closer and all but purred, “I could look after you in a-”

“Astarion,” Tav put her fingers on his lips, “thank you.”

“Oh, please! You thought it was me? Darling! Giving you a necklace? Out of all mundane, unimaginative things to gift!”

Astarion inwardly kicked himself. What was he thinking, trading her smile for a blunt comment like that? It wasn’t the way he usually operated. It was counterintuitive, it was stupid. He was supposed to be furthering her attraction to him, so what in the hells was he doing by telling her that the gifts came from another?

“Mmhh, of course it couldn’t have been you,” Tav agreed easily, laying a tender kiss on the underside of his jaw and then another just below his ear, “so sorry for the misunderstanding.”

“I -I argh,” he shuddered as blunt teeth nibbled on his earlobe, “apology accepted.”

“So… who do you propose I should thank then?” Tav breathed against his cheek and then looked him in the eyes.

“Excuse me?” Astarion frowned as she moved away.

“Well, if it wasn’t you that left the armour, the necklace-

“And boots!” he interjected quickly.

“Ah yes, thank you for reminding me,” she nodded, running her hands down his arms to take his cool hands into her own. “Who should I be thanking instead of you, hm?”

“I know! It was probably Shadowheart,” she said with an air of someone having an eureka moment.

“Shadowheart?!”

“No, it couldn’t have been her,” she mused, letting go of his hand to tap a finger on her lips as she pretended to think hard. “Shadowheart didn’t come with us to the vendor. Must be Wyll then, he did comment on my boots being worse for wear.”

“Wyll just spent half the journey flirting with Lae’zel!” Astarion spat with distaste, sounding rather like a scandalised virgin gossiping about a debutante with a questionable reputation.

“True, true. Well, that leaves Gale. Unless it was the only other person who came with me yesterday…”

Astarion swallowed and pouted but didn’t say anything.

“How silly of me to assume it was you. I’ll let you get back to your reading. Off I go to give Gale a proper thank you.”

Tav rose and let go of his hand, making Astarion panic a little. Like hells Gale would be the one getting recognition for the nice thing that he did!

Rising quickly, Astarion grabbed Tav’s waist. She squealed when he spun her round roughly, pressing her body to his.

“You are not going anywhere, you cheeky pup,” he whispered against her neck, his cool breath making Tav shiver involuntarily and grasp onto his shirt.

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[cynisterstuffs]

Mornings Were Made For This.

Author's note.

I AM FINALLY BACK WITH A NEW POST. Thank you so much for the support on my last fic for IvanTill titled "Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls". I was so so happy to see quite a lot of you enjoyed it! Please don't hesitate to send comments and inboxes for requests because it will make me happy and eager to see you all enjoy and I want to know what you enjoy so I can write it HEHE. I will do Alien Stage, Honkai Star Rail, and Genshin, maybe even JJK fics, but I will mostly focus on Alien Stage and HSR. I ALSO DO X READER. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS, LOVE YOU ALL.

| MDNI - smut fic, will include the ff: M4F ,, morning sex ,, intimate sex ,, piv ,, oral (female receiving) ,, soft hyuluka (sobs i want what they have) ,, whimpering luka ,, they're married your honor ,, slight talk about having a baby so breeding kink a little? ,, very adorable aftercare ,, actor luka and hyuna !! luka not purely sub bc i think he is the type to take control but only bc he wants to pleasure so-so much hehehe

word count: 3.1k words.

The sun was shining, seeping through the closed curtains of the married couple's room. The soft chirps of birds were heard outside, and the soft hum of the AC inside, it made the air cool making the warmth beneath the blanket feel sacred for the two.

"Luka"

The blonde was curling up to his wife, eyes closed, face buried on her back, and his arms wrapped around her waist. His fingers would brush against her stomach, the soft cotton of her shirt a balm to the tips of his fingers.

Warm, she was so warm.

"Hyuna"

He replied lazily as he pulls her closer, hand slowly rubbing her stomach, his head lifted now to rest on her shoulder as he spoons her in the cozy warm bed. Luka's nimble fingers would slowly lift Hyuna's shirt but it would go back down with the motion of his hand.

"What time is it?" Hyuna murmurs as her eyes slowly opened, light blue eyes adjusting to the seeping light from the window. She yawns before she felt lips against her neck, pecking softly and even to her shoulders as Luka tugs her shirt's sleeve to expose the skin.

"Hmm... too early to leave" Luka murmurs under his breath, voice thick with sleep. He pressed soft kisses on her shoulders before he gently brushes her long dark brown hair to the side and began to kiss her nape. As he trailed pecks and kisses—one more intimate than the last—on the vulnerable spot of her neck, his hand was now against the bare skin of her stomach after slipping under Hyuna's shirt.

"Don't you have a photoshoot today?" Hyuna replied, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she surrendered to the soft kisses of her darling husband. She leaned her body closer as if seeking for his warmth, eyes still half lidded. "Your fans will think I kidnapped you. Again" she chuckled softly, another sigh of pleasure leaving her lips. He just knew where to touch and kiss to get a reaction from her.

Luka hums softly and chuckles, his kisses non-stop against her smooth tan skin. "I'll make it up to them" he smiles against her nape, and his hand slowly tracing circles against her abdomen. "You're more important, wife" he coos as Hyuna shakes her head. "We have a schedule today" she grumbled, but despite herself she was not making any effort to stop the blonde. Why would she? Of course she loved this. Luka's adorable and clingy nature.

"You say that but you make zero effort to stop me" Luka says his kisses now slowly turning into soft nibbles. "In fact, you lean into my touch as if you're asking for more"

Hyuna sighs again, soft and shaky as she bit her lower lip.

"You always sigh like that when I kiss your neck... a good indication you're liking this"

Slowly he turned Hyuna to face him and his lips tugged into a smile almost immediately before he buries his face on the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent that was just so her.

His fingers skimmed the curve of her cheek, slow and intent, catching a loose strand of silk-fine hair. With quiet reverence, he tucked it behind her ear—a simple act, made intimate by the way his touch lingered. His fingertips brushed the delicate skin beneath, gentle but charged, as if he feared the moment would break apart if he moved too fast. His lips then pressed softly against her neck, like a feather landing on a surface, before he spoke against her skin, warm breath tickling Hyuna.

"Wanna do it, wife?"

Hyuna's breath hitched as her eyes observed Luka carefully while he reached for her hand and began to press his soft lips against it and making his kisses up her wrist. "Luka..." she breathes out, brows knitted together. "Our schedule–"

"We won't do it if you don't want to" he cuts her off, voice firm. Luka never wanted to make his wife uncomfortable, she was the best thing in his life, her words were that of the heavens for this blonde male. "But... I do really crave for you, my love"

He looks up with those golden eyes that Hyuna just can't say no to. Luka's other hand slipped back down her shirt and slowly traced up, brushing against under her breast whilst his mouth was busy planting his kisses on her palm, wrist and now even up her arm.

"Just tell me no, and I'll stop"

Did Hyuna tell him no?

Hyuna could not hold herself back anymore and with her free hand she pulled him up so finally their lips could meet. The blonde male giggled into the kiss, his hand caressing her waist, the other tangling in her long dark brown locks.

The kiss was passionate, sensual and gentle. They didn't need to rush now that they could not care less about the photoshoot. She was Luka's number 1 priority.

"I am not hearing a no" Luka teased, their lips parting and he pulled her closer making Hyuna chuckle. "How can I say no to you?" she says before pressing a kiss on his cheek. "You're too convincing to say no to"

This made Luka give her a stupidly adorable grin and he pulled her in for another kiss.

Their bodies started to become warmer, the cold AC no longer an issue, in fact the blanket was becoming a nuisance. But that was a problem for later. Right now, Luka was busy trailing his kisses down to her collarbone, his hand now softly cupping her breast, fondling softly.

Oh, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, why would she? They were sleeping earlier. Any woman would remove anything underneath to get a goodnight's sleep.

Hyuna's breath hitched as her hands tangled on his soft blonde locks, her lips parted while her chest heaved up and down. "Luka..."

He knew her too well, like her body was the back of his hand. I guess that's what years of being married does to you.

Her soft hums, sighs, and moans were music to his ears as he squeezed softly at her soft breast. "Hyuna..." he whined slightly. "Let me take it off, please... want to make you feel so good." Hyuna lets out a breathless chuckle before nodding and she lifted her arms for him to tug off her shirt and tossed it elsewhere on the floor.

"So pretty... you're so beautiful, so gorgeous, my dearest wife" He complimented her like it was breathing–it came so natural to him, like it was second nature. His lips then made contact with her breast, giving it soft kisses that tickled Hyuna before giving the valley a long stripe of lick. "So perfect 'f me..."

"Luka... mhmp~"

He was now suckling on her right breast, eyes looking up at her like a sweet puppy. His other hand was occupied in fondling her left, making sure it didn't feel left out. He could worship her body like this every day and every night if she'd let him, let's be honest.

His tongue grazed slightly on the hardened nubs making Hyuna groan, gripping on his shoulders. "Fuck... oh, Luka" her voice was like a melodic tune that only made the blonde do more and more and more to get more of those beautiful sounds. Only he can achieve this.

Hyuna tugs on his pajama top making Luka pull away from her chest, slight drool dripping from the side of his lips before they kissed once more. This time it was slightly more messy, tongue against tongue, swirling and sharing their love for one another.

Slowly, Luka's hand caressed her exposed thighs as she only wore shorts that evening. "Mhm... so pretty, so sensitive for me, Hyuna" he whines against her lips before pulling away. "Ugh, I can't wait anymore... please, please, please" he begged. "Let me please you, okay? Just lie back... let me please you"

Hyuna could see the fire behind those golden eyes that was eager to pleasure her. She smiles and licked her lips, breathing heavily as Luka pushed the blanket off with his feet, fingers now in between her strong legs, pushing against the fabric of her shorts to feel that dripping core.

"Yeah... do as you want Luka, you know what to do, don't you baby?" Hyuna replied, guiding him down, hand pushing at his head slightly, a smirk on her lips. Oh, she could just see how bright his eyes twinkle when she let him.

The blonde male was now kissing her thighs, licking even as he traced up to her inner thigh. He got comfortable between her legs, looking up, gauging each and every one of her reactions. "Mhm~ so good..."

He then began to lick her core through her shorts, wanting to prolong this moment. "Mhm~ you are so pretty Hyuna..." he murmurs, as Hyuna moaned when his fingers pressed at her sensitive clit.

Luka's fingers then reached for the waistband of her shorts and he smiles. "I'll take this off now, gorgeous girl" and with Hyuna lifting her hips up, he was successful.

"Stop staring— ah!"

Without another word, Luka began to lick and suck at her wet cunt like a thirsty man. First his tongue was slow and deliberate, licking long slow stripes to wait for her reaction. When she would moan, eyes rolling back, he took this as a confirmation to keep going. He has done this so many times, he was a master at this point.

Hyuna could feel herself getting lightheaded as his warm wet slick tongue lapped up at her. She was a moaning mess as Luka quickened his pace, tongue licking and even nibbling at her sensitive clit. "L-luka...~"

She gripped on his blonde locks, moans leaving her lips as he lifted her legs on her shoulders, shaking his head to add pleasure for his wife. He looks up at her like her pleasure was his oxygen–like he needed it to breathe.

Luka's saliva and her wet arousal pooled and dripped down his chin and he whimpers, a hand now meeting with her arching cunt. "L-luka– fuck" Hyuna gasped loudly, eyes widening as her hips lifting instinctively to seek out more of him. "Don't stop"

Luka did not need to be told twice–he did not pull away either, just humming in confirmation that sends a vibration for Hyuna as he focused on her clit, lapping up and sucking on it. Of course he would then begin to use his fingers, coating it on her arousal and he giggles, kissing her clit before suckling on it again. "So pretty... so wet f'me honey, yes... that's it, just let me take care of you, pretty"

Slowly he inserted a finger, making Hyuna gasp and throw her head back before whispering a quick "more" which Luka happily obliged to by adding another finger. Slowly, he pumps it into her wet pussy while it made these arousing wet noises that he just could not get enough of. His fingers curled and reached for her sweet spot, wanting to make her feel the absolute best, his mouth never stopping either.

"Oh, fuck... Luka, yes! Fuck, just like that...~ nghh~ I-I am so close... yes~"

And before Luka could react, she indeed came on his face and fingers, coating them with the reward Luka wanted—no, needed—most.

The blonde pulls away panting, pulling his fingers out in the process, a small low laugh leaving his lips. "Hyuna... you look gorgeous"

Hyuna looks down at him, panting heavily, hair sticking to her face due to the sweat, her chest heaving. She was a pretty mess, body twitching slightly as Luka buried his face between her legs again, giggling, his chin dripping with saliva and Hyuna's sweetness.

"Mmm..." he suddenly whines. "Hyuna, darling... why did you shave?" he pouted like a puppy, licking her inner thighs of what's left.

Hyuna grumbled, playing with his hair and she scoffs. "I told you the other day, it's for the photo shoot... I have to wear those bikinis"

She gasped when Luka gave her still sensitive pussy a long lick before he sat up and immediately pulled his pajama top over his head. He was eager, panting. It was clear to the brown haired woman how he was already needy judging by the tent on his pajamas.

"As much as I would love you to return the favor... I can't wait any longer. Fuck, honey... I want to be in you so bad, please let me already. Let me make sweet love with my beautiful wife" he whimpers, tugging his pajamas down and kicking it off as he got on top of her.

"I don't know Luka, I think–" "Please!"

Hyuna wanted to tease him but it was very obvious, looking down at his aching cock, he could not wait any longer. He wasn't lying. That pretty cock might just turn redder and redder if it can't be buried to the hilt inside her warm walls.

"F–fine... you're so spoiled, ahh–!"

"Thank you, thank you, ahhh~" Hyuna was barely finished with her sentence before she felt Luka enter her, stretching her gummy walls so perfectly. He was the perfect fit. She wrapped her arms around him, gasping as Luka adjusted inside and she hid her face on the crook of hid neck. "Oh, Hyuna... you feel so good, just as always. My cock belongs deep inside you, fuck..." he whimpers, hips now moving slightly to pleasure the both of them.

It started slow—his thrusts lazy, almost teasing, as if he wanted the moment to stretch forever. Their lips met again and again, deep kisses soaked in warmth, her legs found his waist, wrapping tightly around him.

She moaned his name—quiet, needy—and something in him snapped. Luka’s breath caught; his hips stuttered once, then drove deeper, harder.

“Please, don't... stop"

He didn’t. He couldn’t. The softness burned into something else—something desperate. His rhythm grew rougher, faster, their bodies colliding with a frantic kind of rhythm, like the world might end if he let up for even a second.

Luka buried his face in the crook of her neck, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other gripping her hip as he chased the sound of her gasps. His control was unraveling with every breath, every pull of her against him. He whimpers, sucking on her neck, nibbling on it. This felt so perfect, her warm gummy walls squeezing him never felt this good before.

"Hyuna" he whimpered, hips moving with urgency. "I-i am gonna come... please, let me come inside of you"

"I want to fill you up" Luka moans in her ear, his hand on her hip gripping tighter as if to ground himself in the moment. "I want to give you everything... even my baby, please... if you'd let me"

Hyuna was in a slight shock, but she couldn't think properly while he was fucking her so good like this. She realized he was serious when he started going deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix. "L-luka–!"

"I-i need to bury all of me in you... I want to fuck my baby in you, wife... I need to breed you so fucking bad i-is that okay?" he said through moans and panting.

Hyuna's gentle yet shaking hands reached up to cup his face, panting, she then said: "D-do you really mean that...?"

"Yes, yes... more than anything" Luka replies, nodding his head eagerly while his hips could not stop thrusting, wanting more of her – wanting to give her more of him.

Pulling him in for a kiss, Hyuna tightened her legs around his waist and nodded. "Then don't hold b-back... give me all of you, Luka... fuck~!"

That was it. Luka could not hold back anymore. He buried himself to the hilt, stilling inside as he wrapped his arms around Hyuna like a protective and warm cocoon while his body and hers trembled and shook while their orgasm took over. She was a whimpering mess as he thrusts his hips slightly to get it all in her. Fuck.

Ropes of warm cum filled Hyuna as Luka began to press soft kisses around her face. "Pretty... so pretty, beautiful girl... come so pretty f'me... shh, let me take care of you" he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, hand caressing her hair as Hyuna moans, panting, head pressed against his chest.

His heartbeat was fast, and the sound made her feel at ease. The closeness as they reveled in the afterglow of their lovemaking was definitely the best part of mornings like these. "You're gonna have our baby, honey... you're gonna be a pretty mommy"

"I am sorry, did I get too rough on you?" Luka pouts as he cuddled with his wife after wiping her clean. Hyuna only chuckled before sighing. "No, you were amazing... you're so loving, you just know how to take care of me, baby. I love you so much"

The blonde giggled as he peppered her face with kisses, hand rubbing her stomach. "Of course... I love you more, honey. And soon, we'll have a new addition to our love" he grins. "Were you actually serious with that?" Hyuna snorted, eyes closed as she rested against his body. Warm, gentle, home.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Luka said with a dramatic gasp. "I waen't lying. You'll be a pretty mommy... and I'll take care of you, I'll be at your beck and call whenever. Just like always" he kissed her passionately, caressing her cheek before pulling away with a smile.

"Now, what do you want for breakfast, dear wife?" He coos, running his fingers on her hair. Before Hyuna could reply, her phone began to ring and Luka grumbled to reach for it on the bedside table.

Oops, it was their manager.

Right, the photoshoot!

"Hehe, I'll deal with him later. I'll take care of our breakfast first, gotta make sure my gorgeous wife is well fed"

At this point their manager probably has a headache from how often these things happen. He complains, sure. But can he really do anything about it? They're very famous actors and they bring the agency a lot of money! Sigh, oh well. I guess this is what you get when you signed up to manage for married actors.

Worse part is the husband is overly obsessed with his wife. SIIIIIGH.

[captainmvf]

Scrapped or incomplete Fossil Fighters WIPs.

[pinkyyoshi]

Saving all my love for you♡︎(CHAPTER ONE)

simon “Ghost“ Riley x Reader

18+!ANGST

Syn: Reader grew up as a hopeless romantic, always seeing the brighter side of things and always getting her heart broken. She finds herself falling in love with a man who happens to already be taken and ends up in a fucked up situation.

CW: Self-harm, manipulation, arguing, ANGST ANGST ANGST, profanity, cheating, mommy-issues, drug-use, SA(NOT BY GHOST!)

A/N: Thank you for tapping in. Welcome to the first offical chapter to my first ff! I appreciate all criticism, I actually encourage it so lmk guys!! If you haven’t read the prologue, you might wanna do that for better context also forgot to mention that readers’ alias is “Sage“ but nonetheless enjoy the very first chapter and I'm gonna try and update as fast as I can everyday!! Here we goミ★

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“So it’s not much of a secret. You two are deffo fucking.” Gaz wiggles his eyebrow, elbowing her side and Soap puts a hand over his mouth to hide the cheeky smile plastered on his face. You weren’t in the room yet, just right outside, and you can hear how sweet the sound of her laugh is. The sound of her nervous voice and her giggles. Oh so she hangs out with the task force now? Should stay in her lane, you think to yourself before pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing.

“What am I thinking? I have no reason to be jealous. God I’m such a loser…” You mumble to yourself, earning a pat on your back from your captain who was just entering the room himself.

“Mornin’ sergeant, let’s go”

As the two of you enter the room, you can feel the stares from Gaz, Soap, and Chel on you. Oh that’s right, her name is Chel. It must’ve slipped your mind, but I guess seeing her face made you remember. Hard to forget really…

Knock it off Sage! She’s innocent!

God my palms are sweaty. Just sit down, you see these guys everyday so why is your stomach churning? Must be the morning sickness…wait morning sickness?! You’re on the pill dumbass. Maybe this is morning Guilt...Or maybe-

“Mornin’ Sage!” Soap and Gaz peers at you while Chel just gives you a shy smile before getting up from her seat. And dismissing herself

“Looks like you guys are getting started. Better get back to my patient, she’s probably waking up by now!” She giggles, covering her mouth. She does it so gracefully, like a mermaid or some shit. Almost sickens you, it’s annoying…no it’s not. I’m just being a green-eyed cat.

The men all wave her off as she walks out of the room. You sigh, and lean on the table with your cheek in the palm of your hand. Facing Simon is gonna be so painful today. Well it’s really painful everyday, you think to yourself with another sigh. It has been ever since we started whatever we have. I remember the first night we got together…

—---

The sounds of wet kisses and ruffled up fabric, whether it was your guys’ clothes or the sheets, are the only things to be heard in the room. He unbuckles his pants without his rough lips leaving your smooth ones.

You place a hand in his chest, in an attempt to reluctantly push him away. It was highly unprofessional for the two of you to be doing this anyways. “Sir…we shouldn't, we could get in big trouble if anyone saw us like this.” You blush trying to hide the obvious tint in your cheeks

“Well then love…it’s a good thing we’re at my place, in my dark locked room, curtains closed, just the two of us away from base…alone” He whispers the last part, closely in your ears nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle out of you.

‘Okay’ is all that you mouth, and immediately go back in.

—----

You remember it like it was yesterday, though it was…almost a year ago. It was actually around the time that Chel started at this base. On that mission… December 14th. Simon taking a bullet for you might’ve been the worst decision he ever made. Because that single bullet landed him in the hospital where he had met Chel and forgotten all about you, made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a sigh, and slouch back into your chair, earning devious looks from the other men in the room around watching you.

“Ey! What’s got you all down in the dumps?” soap, making his way over to sit next to you asks in a curious tone. He leans back in his chair, placing a hand on your thigh. You just can’t help but let out another sigh, blowing raspberries while you’re at it. Just then, Simon walks in ready for the meeting to start,on time like always, but you’re too down in the dumps to notice him.

“Lemme guess. Trouble in Paradise yeh?” Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his overly sweet coffee.

“Yer boyfriend not treating you right?” Soap wriggles his eyebrows

“Woah-ho-ho! Boyfriend?! Since when?” Gaz exclaims. Not sure why he’s so surprised. I mean it’s not like I can tell him that Simon is really my boyfriend. Wait- can I even call him that? This is some evil shit I’m in. Poor Chel. I’m such a piece of shit, seriously. But I guess-

“Eyyyy! LT’! You just sneak in here? We were just talking abou’ Sage’s boyfriend!” Soap blurts out. Is he serious? This shit is SO awkward! When did Simon even get in here! Must’ve been too delirious to notice.

You shuffle your feet under the table, looking down to your lap seeing that Johnny’s hand still grips your thigh.

“The Bloke’s been mistreating our girl. Rough” Gaz snorts, patting your back, accidentally spilling a drop on Johnny’ shoulder while he’s at it

“Tha' Right?” Simon subtly squints his eyes at Johnny's hand on your thigh. You’re too annoyed to notice. At this point you’re so fed up. When is the briefing gonna start? Is it hot in here or am I the only one because everyone else seems to be alright. Get out of your head Sage! Out!

You start to feel your palms sweat. Is this really morning guilt!? Too in your head to realize that the meeting has started. You knew it was gonna be a long day.

Nonetheless, the meeting goes by smoothly, just going over the agenda and then getting on to do your own things. Luckily, you had business with Price all the way across base, so you were basically away from Simon all day, which left you to focus on more important things, and before you knew it, the day was over.

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The drive home was quiet and gloomy, the white noise was deafening honestly and the fog that surrounded your car made it hard to see. It was that time of the year, it was getting colder and darker. Nights like these were when you really wanted someone to hold. Didn’t even feel like turning on the radio, didn’t even feel like crying. Just thinking to yourself. Thinking that maybe a quick pit stop wouldn’t hurt and surely Katy wouldn’t mind any guests.

By the way, Katy’s my best friend, she’s a fashion designer for a local record label so she’s always in that scene. Hanging around those cool small bands and stuff.

You ran to the liquor store real quick, just a couple of blocks away from Katy’s house, and just as you were walking up to the counter, you saw her.

She seemed to have been purchasing condoms or something, the thought made you sad. You already know who those are for. She bags up her items and turns around on her heel to exit until she sees you with a gloomy look on your face.

She gasps “Oh! Sage..? That’s your name right? Didn’t think I’d bump into you here. WHat are you doing? It’s so late out” she chuckles and smiles at you brightly.

God you felt sick. If only she knew the stuff that you did behind her back, she’d hate you. Her smile is just so pure and unknowing. The type of smile that makes you wanna stop sneaking around.

“Hehe…yeah it’s Sage. Just uhm…getting some drinks. Getting ready to head over to my friend y’know” You laugh nervously, placing the pack of beer on the counter.

She smiles and pats your shoulder. “Well be careful with all of that. I’ll be seeing you around. Bye bye!” She exclaims and walks off to her car.

The drive over to Katy’s house had your ears ringing. That might’ve been a wake up call. She’s just so nice and friendly. If you weren’t so guilty, the two of you could’ve actually been good friends. Alright then it’s decided.

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“Sooo...Your ultimate plan is to just ignore him..?” Katy squints her eyes at you all concerned.

“Yeah! I mean it should be easy. I’ll use Chel as motivation, maybe I can even become friends with her!”

Katy sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose like this bitch can’t be serious. Ever since you told Katy about your little fling, she’s been viewing you differently. Of course she’ll always love you but she acknowledges that what you’re doing is just morally wrong. So wrong. She just sighs and looks at you with a defeated look.

“Welp. If that’s what you think. Love always wins though. Because I mean...you can’t just ignore him forever. You work with the man. He’s your higher up for fucks sake!” she pauses and shakes her head “If you don’t formally break things off with him, things aren’t gonna end up like how you want them to.” Katy bites her inner cheek, before getting up to get a glass of water and you’re left, sat there on the carpeted floor of her living room, letting her words replay over and over again in your head.

They rung in your ears for hours and hours, even after you got home, laid awake in your comforter. The dark room brings negativity to your thoughts and before you knew it, you were crying hard, just bawling your eyes out. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like you were stuck, but you love him so much, it’s gonna be so hard to let him go.

Katy also said something that kind of made you feel better, “You know, It’s his fault too. At the end of the day, He’s the border between the two of you women. He’s leading both of you on and that’s not okay.”

She was right of course, but you have to take at least some accountability. All of this shit was just stressing you out. Suddenly your phone lights up on your nightstand, lighting up the entire room.

Lt.: Hey it’s Simon, can you talk right now?

To be continued...

THANK YOU FOR READING!!! Criticism is appreciated!!

(masterlist is coming soon!!)

[akuvrus]

︶︶ @ . . . POCKY CONFESSION !! ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ︶︶ ☆ : choi beomgyu x reader !!

░ synopsis! — when your best friend beomgyu finds the most cheesiest way to confess his love by taking your last pocky you were halfway eating and kissing you on the lips.

➥ genre: fluff, best friends to lovers! ʬʬ DISCLAIMERS﹒highschool au, beomgyu being a lil bit jealous your attention isn’t on him, beomgyu with circle glasses (beomgyu with glasses is the cutest thing ever, it makes me fall in love instantly.)

it was a sunny day outside when beomgyu invited you to the skatepark so you could see his new skateboard tricks he had newly learnt and mastered, when he stopped to notice you were no longer paying attention to him.

he furrowed his brows, confused on what you were doing as your back was turned around, completely facing the opposite direction of him, before he decided to sneak up behind you to see what you were up to behind his back.

“whatcha doin’ [name]?” beomgyu cooed as he snuck behind you, peering over your shoulder to see what you were so concentrated on doing to no longer be putting your attention on him, until his eyes quickly landed on the snack you were holding in the left of your hand as you glanced up at him with a raised brow.

upon doing so, you didn’t miss the way beomgyu’s eyes and eyebrows instantly lit up seeing the familiar branded snack in your hands when he turned his face to you, asking if he could have one. you were about to nod when your eyes glanced inside the packet to see how much were remaining to share, until you found out you had none left to share as you aten all of them, before you glanced back at him with a sheepish smile to tell him there wasn’t any more left in the packet.

at the news, beomgyu immediately frowned before he had quickly thought of a quick idea, turning his pouty frown into a smirk, which you didn’t miss as you noticed when he started to slowly lean closer to you, where you were almost halfway eating your pockey.

what took you off-guard was when he had gotten close enough, he had started to slowly nibble at the opposite end of the pockey stick, slowly closing the gap between both of your faces with no shame, as he focused on eating the confectionary sweet as if it was his current mission.

your eyes widened as your felt yourself getting hot from the close proximation you both were getting, as you prepared to quickly retract and give up on your half-eaten pocky, when he immediately put both of his palms on each side your cheeks, preventing you from moving your face away as he stared into your eyes.

everything around you both seemed to stop when he gently placed his soft lips on yours, before pulling back with a sastified grin and hands behind his back, seemingly to be proud of his actions to leave you in a flustered state.

“thanks for sharing, it was the best pocky i’ve ever tasted.” he says as he grinned at you before walking back to pick up his skateboard, resuming his skateboard tricks as he’s aware he has captured your attention for a while.

© AKUVRUS | DO NOT REPOST. a/n — heavily inspired by another ff (bllk) i read and it gave me a huge motivation boost for this one (im delulu) this isn’t proofread so there might be a few spelling mistakes or parts where it doesn’t make sense!

[sh4nksslvt]

Hi, could you write something about Fukaboshi (shirahoshi's brother) and a strawhat reader? And/or maybe something with Blackbeard (ik he's hated a lot, hell I hate him too, but uh he's like super powerful soooo...)

oohh, fukaboshi...hes so underrated, good looking among his brothers too wwww~ here's some fluff w fukaboshi, hope u like it! as for blackbeard...hmmm idk abt it yet, i dont really have an idea for the guy lolol

Shell Shocked

A peaceful shell collecting date on Fishman Island turns into a hilariously competitive (and surprisingly romantic) showdown between you and Prince Fukaboshi

Fukaboshi X gn! reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, beach date, shell hoarding, goofy flirting, (post-fishman Island arc, straw Hats visiting for a break)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 845

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

You were supposed to be relaxing. That was the plan.

A peaceful afternoon on the sands of Fishman Island. Just you and Fukaboshi. No Luffy accidentally declaring war on someone. No Zoro getting lost. No Sanji turning into a nosebleed geyser.

Just shells. Sunlight. Maybe some hand-holding.

But no.

Because somewhere between “let’s go shell collecting” and “whoever finds the rarest shell wins,” the Crown Prince of the Ryugu Kingdom had decided this was combat.

“Twenty-seven shells and counting!” Fukaboshi shouted triumphantly, holding up a glimmering blue conch like it was the One Piece.

You scowled. “You tackled me for that last one.”

“You hesitated. The battlefield shows no mercy.”

“I blinked, you lunatic.”

“You blinked slowly.”

You hurled a clam shell at him. He caught it with one hand, smirked, and added it to his basket.

This had all started when the Straw Hats returned to Fishman Island for a celebratory visit after the chaos with Hody Jones. Fukaboshi had offered to show you around. You—being the only Straw Hat who actually knew how to relax without causing international incidents—agreed.

It was just supposed to be a beach stroll. Maybe a little flirting. Very light competition.

But you forgot one crucial fact:

Fukaboshi was insanely competitive. Even in a calm, handsome, princely way.

You’d said, “Let’s collect shells!”

He heard: “Let’s engage in psychological warfare, armed with nothing but beach debris and sexual tension.”

Now you were knee-deep in a tidepool while your royal date was wrestling an octopus to get to a rare cowrie.

“Fuka—babe, please,” you said. “That mollusk looks pissed.”

“I’m not afraid of a cephalopod,” he grunted, prying the shell free.

The octopus slapped him with a tentacle and slithered off in a huff.

You stared.

He held the shell up triumphantly. “Worth it.”

You sighed and tossed a coral chunk into your bucket. “I’m going to tell your brothers you lost a duel with a sea pancake.”

“They’ll understand.”

“No, Ryuboshi will write a song about it.”

“He would, too.”

You flopped onto a rock to eat the snacks Fukaboshi had packed—sweet kelp rolls, bubble-fruit, and some very smugly presented coral chips “for champions only.”

“Do you get like this during formal events too?” you asked, nibbling.

“Only when I care about the outcome.”

“Oh? And you care about shell collecting?”

“I care about beating you at shell collecting.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.

He noticed.

“Admit it,” he said smugly. “You’re having fun.”

“No,” you said flatly. “This is miserable.”

“You’ve been smiling for an hour straight.”

“That’s because I’m hallucinating from heatstroke.”

“Romantic heatstroke,” he corrected.

You snorted, nearly choking on your snack.

The chaos escalated when Luffy showed up.

“WHOA! Are you guys FIGHTING?!”

Fukaboshi and you exchanged a glance of pure dread.

Before either of you could speak, Luffy had launched himself into the tidepools, shouting, “I WANNA HELP Y/N WIN!”

Fukaboshi froze. “That’s illegal.”

“THERE ARE NO RULES!” Luffy cackled, slapping at the water like a hyperactive seal.

From a distance, you heard Nami shout, “DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM!” and Sanji yell something about “shells of love.”

You sighed and palmed your face.

Fukaboshi leaned over and whispered, “We need to relocate.”

“Agreed. Before he brings a sea king into this.”

Eventually, you found a quiet spot away from your crew’s chaos. Just you, Fukaboshi, and the sound of gentle waves lapping against coral sand.

You crouched by a tidepool and picked up a pink scallop. He leaned over your shoulder, the heat of his body warm even through the water.

“That’s a nice one,” he murmured.

“Better than anything in your bucket.”

“I disagree.”

He nudged his collection closer.

Your jaw dropped. “You have forty. Are you building a shell throne?”

“Yes,” he said seriously. “So you can sit beside me.”

You blinked.

“Oh,” you said, voice small.

He smiled. “Caught you off guard?”

“Just didn’t expect my boyfriend to flirt mid-shell war.”

“I contain multitudes.”

Later, as the sun filtered down through the water above, casting rainbows through the kelp canopy, you both sprawled out on the sand.

Tired. Salty. Happy.

“I think it’s a draw,” you said, yawning.

“No way,” he said. “I clearly won.”

“You got slapped by an octopus.”

“You fell into a crab pit.”

“You pushed me into it.”

“It was a tactical move.”

You threw a shell at him. He let it hit him in the chest and then dramatically collapsed like you’d slain him in battle.

You scooted closer, nudging him. “Still breathing?”

“Barely. Your power overwhelms me.”

You chuckled and rested your head on his arm. “Thanks for today.”

He turned to look at you, expression warm.

“Thanks for coming back,” he said quietly. “Fishman Island feels brighter when you’re here.”

Your heart did a little somersault.

“…You’re just saying that because I beat you at shell collecting.”

“You wish.”

You kissed his cheek, salty and sun-warmed. “Rematch tomorrow?”

He grinned. “I’ll bring blueprints for our shell fort.”

You laughed. “I’ll bring Luffy as a distraction.”

“Unfair.”

“All’s fair in love and mollusks.”

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200 followers event: atsushi x reader

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I hope you enjoy it, goat!! I really don’t like how it turned out, idk why:( smh I think I have to practice writing fanfic more because I’ve been writing a actual book (like multiple chapter long story filled with lore) for my creative writing class and I think it’s making my ff writing suffer😭

Contains: afab + no prns, Atsu calls you ‘pretty’ and ‘dear’, fluff+smut, cuddling:3, slow and sensual, he acts like a little house cat, kinda switch dynamics, Atsu is mostly the dom though, reader calls him ‘Atsu’’, you tease him a lil, reader is wearing shorts, nipple stim, he marks you up (hickies, little nibbles, etc), mentions of you marking him but it doesn’t explicitly happen, brief oral (reader receiving)/cunnilingus, ‘gotta stay quiet’ trope, but not like voyeurism or anything, y’all just live in an apartment and it’s late, accidental teasing/orgasm denial, fingering (reader receiving), implied praise (reader receiving), against the wall, creampie, breeding kink if you really squint, overstim, multiple orgasms, aftercare, pillow talk

11:53 pm. It was 11:53 pm, and Atsushi knew that because it was so late that he should be sleeping, but he couldn’t help but keep chatting away with you.

You were facing one another, talking about miscellaneous things, with no real pattern. Atsushi was looking at you with pure adoration on his face, smiling whenever he saw your eyes staring right into his. Your smile was so comforting, he pulled you close to look at it a little closer. You giggled at this, bringing yourself over top of him to lay on his chest. You laid your head next to his, scratching his scalp. He curled into your touch, laying his hand on your waist to keep you in place. Your knee dug between his thighs, grinding against him slightly, making his eyes shut tight. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it until Atsushi had started making noises in your ear, noises that sounded like a strange mix of whines and purrs?

“It’s so cute when you purr, Atsu.” You mumbled, breathing into his neck. You dug your knee deeper into his crotch and his arms trembled slightly while he brought his hands down to your sides.

“Ha—stop teasing me..” Atsushi groaned. You giggled again, trailing your hand down to his thighs to lightly caress them. Atsushi trailed his hand under your shirt, slowly snaking up your back. His hands were cold, as they always were. His body was always warm, bubbling, almost. But his hands and feet were always freezing. The cool contrast against your burning skin felt nice.

As he traced along your back, rubbing and scratching it, you slowly stopped your teasing, focusing more on his hands on you. He trailed his free hand down, pulling your pajama shorts and underwear to the side. You gasped, gripping his shoulders tight when he grazed his finger over your clit with the slightest of pressure.

“Bold move, Atsu.” You giggled.

Atsushi tilted his head up to face you, “sorry, dear. It’s too tempting.” Atsushi grinned.

He began applying more pressure to your clit, trailing his other hand down to rest in the waistband of your shorts. He slowly pulled your shorts down, and you lifted yourself up to aid it. Your shorts were collecting at your knees, and he grinned when you gripped the waistband of his pants as well.

“You want me quite a bit, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded, “it’s late. We’ve been talking all night. Kyouka isn’t here. It seems like the perfect time.”

Atsushi nodded, “I agree, don’t worry.”

He cupped the undersides of your knees, pulling you up to meet his face. You ruffled a hand in his hair, kissing him deep. You were straddling Atsushi, laying over top of him while the both of you progressively slid your pants off.

By the time you two were done kissing, you were out of breath, and you’d both managed to kick your pants off of your legs, leaving them somewhere under your covers that neither of you cared to search for.

Atsushi lifted you off of the bed, gripping the underside of your knees tight again. You were surprised that he’d picked you up, as the bed was so warm, but you didn’t question it. You knew you’d both be warm soon.

He pushed you against a wall, kissing you yet again.

You mumbled something through Atsushi’s lips about his body being warm, but he didn’t hear. He was preoccupied. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as did you, holding the both of you in place.

Atsushi was breathing heavily now, touching the tip of your tongue with his. His cheeks were flushed and he was almost putting his full body weight against you to keep you against the wall, before he grabbed both of your hands and held them against the wall. Atsushi held your hands on either side of your hips, slowly dragging them up the wall and over his shoulders, with one hand tangling in his hair. Atsushi was satisfied with that, letting go of your hands and gripping one of your legs yet again and lifting it up.

Atsushi finally paused to take a look at the scene he created, and he turned red when he looked into your eyes and saw how desperate you were. Your eyes were half lidded and almost steamy looking. His eyes slowly trailed down, and he ran his thumb over your chest.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” you joked. He chuckled, leaning down. “Sorry, I can’t help but stare.” He bent his arm to keep holding your thigh, although the position was a bit awkward because he was leaning down and tracing over your clothed chest at eye level. You reached down and took off your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, then your hand took purchase in Atsushi’s hair again. Atsushi nodded appreciatively, kissing your side quickly.

“Thank you,”

He mumbled your name under his breath while he kissed across your chest, before taking your nipple in his mouth. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling him closer to your chest.

“Hnn..Atsu,” you tilted your head back, his hands tracing your hips and sides making you shiver. Partially from his cold his hands were, and partially because of the sensations. His hands were all over you, trying to touch as much of you as he could.

He slowly trailed over to the other side of your chest, taking the other through his slim fingers. You noticed the small red splotches along your chest where he was licking, and you sighed playfully. At least they were hidden. You really did want him to mark you, there was no better feeling, but it was always embarrassing to explain it to your friends the next day.

Atsushi seemed to be lost in thought, all of his thoughts were focused on your body. He may not admit it, but there’s a part of him that wants to mark you up. There was a part of him that was proud when people noticed his marks. Sure, Dazai teasing him endlessly was always shameful, but the fact that people knew how good he made you feel from the nibbles and licks left on your body made him feel cocky, an emotion he was not used to feeling.

He also took pride in the marks you left on him. The scratches that were vaguely visible on his arms and the back of his neck. The ruffles in his hair after Atsushi had left his apartment in the morning, leaving everyone wondering if he didn’t brush his hair or if you had given him a rather special goodbye. The small marks that you’d given him on his neck from the night before. It was all too much.

He wasn’t thinking about what was going to be on you or him tomorrow though, right now he was focusing on you. On you and the kisses he was leaving all over you as he trailed down your stomach. He heard the small noises that left your throat as you ruffled his hair, and he nibbled on your thighs to get a reaction out of you. You gasped when he lifted your leg up slightly, just enough to gently bite between your thighs. He wasn’t exactly biting hard, but it was certainly visible. Especially because he had little fangs, presumably from his ability. He trailed across your thighs, then he placed his hand between your thighs to gently rest on you. He licked small stripes up your cunt, moaning quietly at the flavor.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm..” you mumbled.

Atsushi held your thigh up just enough to slightly hinder your movement, taking notice of your small whines and gentle moans. You were trying to be quiet because it was so late, especially because the wall Atsushi had decided to pin you up against was the wall connected to Dazai’s room, and if he figured out what was going on, you both would never hear the end of it. It was hard though. So hard. Especially when Atsushi had started licking small circles to your clit, collecting spit on his tongue to make it feel even better.

“Feel good?” Atsushi whispered.

“Y-yes, Atsu. Keep—keep going.”

Atsushi nodded into your cunt, lifting your leg up slightly higher so he could get a better angle. He was more or less under you now, pulling you down onto his face by the hips while he ate you out. The sudden movement made you whine out, and Atsushi listened to his surroundings intently to make sure no one was overhearing the both of you. Atsushi didn’t seem to notice anything, so he kept going.

His movements were slow, a vast contrast compared to his normally fast paced and relentless speed he liked to set. You could tell he was tired and it was hindering his movements, but he was also in a different mood tonight. He wanted to savor every second with you. Maybe it was because he had a mission in a week, so he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, or maybe it was just what that night was calling for. Either way, he was taking things slow and you loved it.

Atsushi’s tongue was making you feel so good that you began to subconsciously grind against his face, taking him by the hair, trying to pull him closer. Atsushi was gripping your hips tight, leaving small finger-sized bruises where they were. He normally grabbed your hips even harder, but his tired and exhausted body was making him sufficiently less strong than he’d normally be.

Atsushi’s face was sticky and wet by the time he pulled away. You were so close to the edge that you groaned maybe a little too loud when he pulled away.

“Sorry, dear. I’ll make it up to you.” Atsushi grinned from the floor, looking up at you with bright, tired eyes. You nodded, looking at him wipe his face with his fingers, before using what was originally on his face as lube. The mix of your precum and his spit turned out to be a good substitute. He prodded at your entrance, before slowly pushing two of his fingers inside of you. You gasped at the feeling, as did he. His mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts of what you’ll feel like on him.

He started off with slowly letting you get used to the feeling, before pumping his fingers inside of you. He spread his fingers apart, watching as you tossed your head back and gripped his hair tighter. As Atsushi stretched you out, he brought his head forward and began to leave small kisses to your hips. He would occasionally accentuate the kiss by staying there for a few extra moments, sucking on the skin softly and leaving small red marks.

Atsushi mumbled something you couldn’t hear, but you could make out one word, that being ‘pretty’.

You couldn’t tell if Atsushi was complimenting you or trying to get your attention because he would call you pretty as a nickname, and also just in general. The idea of not knowing which one he was doing made you chuckle.

“So pretty,” Atsushi mumbled.

You smiled fondly, playing with his hair before tossing your head back again as he curled his fingers up into that spot. That one spot that made your breath hitch and your vision go white. He began to rub circles into your clit with his thumb as well. You could feel yourself getting close again, and it was even faster when approaching this time. You clenched your thighs around his hand, before quickly coming undone. Atsushi slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, helping to aid you through your orgasm.

“Hah..Atsushi, that was really good.”

“Really?” Atsushi pushed farther, needing more praise, craving more praise, per usual.

“Really. Just your hands were able to make my thighs shake,” you pointed down to your thighs comically. “Imagine what else you can do.”

Atsushi nodded enthusiastically, jumping up off the floor and standing in front of you, kissing you yet again. He trailed down your neck, and you jumped slightly when he nibbled on your neck, a very obvious spot, but you were too tired at this point. He was making you feel good, and that was all that mattered right now. You could deal with all that other stuff later.

Atsushi ran his hand down your side, purring again when you scratched his head. It wasn’t necessarily loud purring like you’d hear from a real house cat, but it was certainly audible. He buried his head in your neck again, grinding against you as you pet his hair. With his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he gripped your right thigh again to hold you up. You were open and exposed to him at this angle, and it made you shiver. You could feel him pressing against your skin, his skin was rough, but strange enough, you liked the feeling. He lifted you up a little bit by grabbing your hips, but not high enough for you to make a large impact if you fell.

You reached your hand forward, collecting his precum in the palm of your hand and jerking him off slightly, just enough to get him nice and wet. Atsushi whimpered slightly at the feeling, digging his head further into your shoulder, biting it slightly. The bite hurt a little, making you whine as well.

“A-Atsu, that hurts..”

He nodded, no longer biting you.

“Sorry, your hand just feels really, really good.”

You chuckled a little, quickly being cut off as Atsushi pistoned towards your cunt, looking you in the eyes for validation, before seeing you nod and bring your hand down to his hips to push him forward. He aligned his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing inside.

“So—tight,” Atsushi slurred his words a little.

“Mhm..”

You both stood there for a few moments as Atsushi slowly bottomed out inside of you, before finally reaching the hilt.

“Good?” Atsushi asked.

“Yeah..please move, Atsu.”

Atsushi always loved when you called him Atsu. How it rolled off your tongue, how sweet you were when you called him it, how intimate it was. He loved it all.

He throbbed a little at the nickname, following your orders and briefly starting off slow, before progressively gaining speed. Whenever his hips met yours you saw stars.

You lost your breath as he gained speed, and Atsushi held your hips forward so your hips wouldn’t hit the wall and make noise, but it made the penetration even deeper than you would’ve expected. The feeling made you whine into Atsushi’s ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Does it feel good?”

You didn’t respond, just grabbing Atsushi’s hair to hold him in your neck.

“Well?”

“Mhm..s-so good, ‘Tsu.”

Atsushi grinned, gripping your hips tighter while sliding down your thigh and onto your knee for easier access. You brought your hand down to rub small circles on your clit, and Atsushi throbbed when he looked down and saw the sight. You looked so desperate. So desperate to cum. The stimulation to your clit made you tighten around him, and he moaned slightly at the feeling.

“F-fuck..trying so hard to keep quiet right now..!”

With everything going on, you could feel yourself getting close. It was so much. So much was going on, you could feel your body heating up and trembling. The beads of sweat forming on your forehead were making you look even more delectable in Atsushi’s eyes and he could see that you were close too from your heavy breathing and trembling thighs. You clamped your leg that was suspended in the air around Atsushi’s waist, and Atsushi held it there. Keeping it in place.

He kept at the same speed, although the vigor in his movements was going up. He was struggling to hold your hips in place, but he had to. He couldn’t let your hips hit the wall.

You moaned maybe a little too loud as your orgasm reached its peak, then you slumped back against the wall as gently as you could. You tried to catch your breath for a few moments, but Atsushi didn’t give you a break. He kept going in a desperate attempt to come, before he finally reached his peak as well. He came inside of you, letting your leg down and wrapping his arms around your waist as his legs shook. Atsushi sat there for a few moments, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs and he almost immediately picked up speed again at the sight.

“Hnn—Atsu—too much!”

“Please, just one more..!” Atsushi begged, writhing in your ear. “After this I’ll be done, I promise.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close. You were slowly making your way up the wall, and Atsushi held your hips in place with his own.

He kept going at it, he couldn’t stop even if he tried. He was addicted. Feeling you clench around him desperately and bury your face in his neck drove him crazy. He couldn’t last long, the previous orgasm already building up again.

“Ahh—‘m close again..!” Atsushi blurted out.

You nodded, whining as Atsushi brought his hand down to play with your clit. You were avoiding giving it any stimulation in hopes of avoiding too much overstimulation, but it seems like Atsushi had other ideas.

It honestly wasn’t anything new. Atsushi would always get so desperate from feeling you come around him, and from looking at you shut your eyes tight as you rode out your orgasm. The way your face would change and contort as you reached the peak of your orgasm drove him crazy. This would make it so he could almost never stop after just one round. He had to see all of these different factors on your face as much as he possibly could. Especially because the faces you’d make would only get more intense the more overstimulated you got.

“You can take it, right? You can take me?”

“Mhm!” You whined out, gripping his shoulders tighter and scratching at his skin.

Atsushi nodded, increasing speed and taking your clit between his fingers, watching you squirm. Your thighs started to shake again, and Atsushi gripped one of your thighs to keep it in place.

You mumbled something about being close in Atsushi’s ear, but he hardly processed it. He kept the same speed, barely keeping your hips from banging into the wall with each thrust.

You finally got close, and your thighs tightened around Atsushi’s hips as you tried to stabilize yourself. Atsushi froze for a split second when he felt how tight you were around him, but he didn’t pause for long before he was back at it and he was cumming again with a quiet cry. His hips completely slowed, but he kept rubbing circles on your clit to drive you over the edge.

You finally came undone, your muscles tensing for a few moments before your entire body slouched. You probably could’ve handled more under different circumstances, but the fact you had to remain quiet and you were already exhausted from the long day you had, you had to tap out. It made every orgasm you had even more intense. Not to mention if you stayed up much later you and Atsushi would most certainly regret it in the morning.

Atsushi got the message, slowly pulling out of you, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs yet again. He knew he couldn’t, but he had to resist every urge to kneel down between your thighs and clean you right up. He held you close, walking you backwards and onto the bed. He watched you breathe heavily as you sat down on the bed, catching your breath. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You did good,” Atsushi mumbled.

You turned over and wrapped your legs around his frame, pressing your face into his neck.

“So did you.”

You and Atsushi laid there for a few minutes, and he heard your breathing get heavier, indicating you had fallen asleep. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he couldn’t sit in this sticky mess for much longer. He shook you gently, and you rustled the sheets slightly before waking up again.

“Ah sorry..it’s just late.” You said.

Atsushi looked over and checked the clock. 12:50. It really was late. He was definitely going to be groggy tomorrow.

Atsushi smiled at you, sitting up as he placed his hand on your back so you could sit up with him. The brief moment where he was sitting up and you were still lying down is where he really noticed how many marks he had left on you. He blushed out of embarrassment when he saw how your neck was littered with love bites.

You didn’t seem to mind though.

You and Atsushi made your way to the shower, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake anyone up. The shower was rather quick, but Atsushi enjoyed every second of it. Once you two were out, you laid down on your bed and wrapped yourself up in all of your blankets, Atsushi laying right next to you.

You two both fell asleep in moments, but not before Atsushi whispered into your ear.

“Goodnight.”

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Atsushi 100% has little fangs because of his special ability

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COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 41: Picture in a Frame

HEY SO YEAH sorry it's a lil late I got writer's block out the ass

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 41: Picture in a Frame

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 41/? WC: 109,583 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, mature (sexual) content Chapter Excerpt (🚨spoilers!!🚨):

You spend most of the rest of the morning nursing your single cup of coffee and begging Gaz to make you something heavily salted and carbohydrate-dense. He obliges, but not without some good-natured ribbing, eventually setting a plate full of steaming potato wedges down in front of you. 

"Some chips should help, you lush" he coos, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. 

You're so grateful, you don't even bother sticking your tongue out in answer, you just shovel a handful in your mouth and release an appreciative moan. He chuckles and ruffles your hair before turning to wipe down the counter behind him. 

Maybe it's psychological, but you instantly feel better, and your headache is almost gone now, thanks to the aspirin. Gaz is such a good little den mother. You tell him as much and he replies with an unappreciative gesture, eliciting a few huffs of laughter from either side of you -- Soap and Simon.

Most everyone else has left, off to make arrangements for the company's departure. Pull transportable resources, contact folks on the ground in and around Boston, find someone to fly the whole group over there...Cap had a whole list of to-dos. 

 Soap reaches across you and takes a fry, holding it between his index finger and thumb as though it might sting him, delicately nibbling at one end. He looks a little better after hurling a few times, but he's still pretty green. 

"I'm surprised at you, Soapy," you tease. 

He glances at you, chewing his little bite slowly. He doesn't open his eyes fully, like the light is still hurting him. You know Gaz slipped him some drugs too, so his headache must be worlds worse than yours. "Why's that, love?"

You tilt your head.

"I'd've thought a man with such expensive taste in whisky would have a better tolerance."

He scowls. Gestures at you with a tiny wand of potato. "Oi -- vodka is a different beast altogether, lass. 'Specially whatever shite you fed us last night." He pales a little at the memory and takes another, even smaller bite.

You nod somewhat grimly and pop another fry into your mouth. "It was shite, I'll give you that."

"You two are pathetic," Simon murmurs, lifting his mask just enough to slurp his coffee. You don't miss the slight upturned curve of his lips.

One of your elbows reflexively finds its way into his ribs, but he catches it before you can do any real damage. You squeak in protest, snatching your arm back, not missing how his eyes twinkle with mischief. Your belly flutters lightly -- not unpleasant or liquor-driven. Delicate. Happy. You give him a little wink.

Gaz turns halfway from the sink, brows raised. "You got these two to drink vodka?"

You shrug and brush salt off your fingertips. "What can I say? Putty in my hands."

Simon and Soap make synchronized noises of incredulity. 

Gaz turns on the faucet and shakes his head, chortling to himself. 

You glance from side to side, grabbing another fry. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Careful, darling," Simon murmurs, sending a bolt of lightning through your core. 

Soap lets out a strangled groan and leans over his lap, panting like a dog. 

"Not on the floor, Soap, please," Gaz whines. 

"How the hell are you not hungover?" you ask, turning to face Simon more directly, only partly because you really, really don't want to see Soap yack. 

"Who says I'm not?"

You frown, a protest on your lips, when Cap swoops back into the room.

"What are you lot complaining about now?" he asks, rubbing his hands together like he's plotting something. His gaze snags on Soap, but he doesn't slow down as he walks straight up to the other side of Simon, eyeing the four of you. He plucks his hat off his head and grips it in one hand, bracing the other against the island.

"Nothing, Cap."

He snorts and snags a fry. "Somehow I doubt that. Good as always, Gaz."

"Thank you, sir," Gaz replies, holding a small bucket out at arm's length, offering it to Soap, who snatches it without looking up. 

"What's the progress so far?" Simon asks.

Cap makes a disgruntled noise. "Waiting on some call backs. Keller's got some people on the ground in Pennsylvania. I've got some friends in New York. Otherwise it's quiet out there. No comms from major orgs, not since Kate and Sunny were taken."

Your heart sinks a little. You hadn't expected much, but...you'd hoped. 

Maybe you should stop doing that. Hoping.

No, you chide yourself. Don't be silly. You have an entire crew here willing to travel across the ocean with you. If nothing else, that's remarkable on its own.

You just had to get there...if Cap could just get you there...you could figure out the rest. You could. You would.

"Just so you know," Cap says, eyes landing on you. "This is going to be a hell of an operation."

You lift your chin a little. "I know."

"I don't want you to worry. We'll manage."

"Can I help?" you ask. Your voice sounds kind of small.

"No, no," he shakes his head. "I don't think there's anything for you to do, love. Just -- try not to worry."

"You keep saying that."

"Yes, well, I mean it."

"No offense, Cap, but it's sort of having the opposite of your intended effect."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Right. Well. In that case, since I've sufficiently bungled this conversation, maybe I'll just go. Calls to make, what have you."

"But...you just walked in."

"And now I'm walking out."

And he does, taking his hat with him, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. The four of you exchange a look. Soap's nausea must've subsided because he's upright again, bucket in his lap.

"That was weird," he mutters. 

"Yeah...it was," you agree. 

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