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wwooyology · 1 year ago

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How about pirate! Jungwon and mermaid! Reader? You can make it dark and stuff. Up to you 😘

「notes」 : bless you and your thinking anony, this is such a *chefs kiss* idea, I actually had a lot of fun writing it!! also, I would like to dedicate this to two of my lovely moots hehe, @yeonzzzn & @wondipity. I hope this feeds into your jungwon brain rot

Midnight Lagoon | Y.JW

「paring」 : pirate!jungwon x mermaid!reader 「word count」 : 1.9k

「synopsis」 : what you and jungwon had was nothing short of unethical, if you were to ask your people, that is. neither of you cared, though, which is how you find yourself waiting for the said man in the very cavern that had started everything, relishing in each other's company.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : unprotected sex (just don't), slight manhandling, teasing, cussing, making out, petnames (baby, princess...), praising, rough sex, mentions of marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

The cavern was silent, save for the waves splashing against the shore. It had to have been late into the night. The only source of light was the bioluminescent algae that littered the cavern walls and ceiling. The algae illuminated the space in a soft blue, and the water almost glowed along with it. You lay out on the rocks, crimson tail dipping into the water, enjoying the feeling of the waves cascading across your scales.

Despite knowing the time, you knew that he would be here at any moment. You knew that as soon as his crew was all asleep, he would sneak away to come see you. It has become a routine since Jungwon first found you.

It’s a funny story, really. You had gotten caught in one of their nets when they were anchored in this very cavern. The string was far too tight for you to just rip away from, so you were stuck, fearing that your life was going to come to an end. You had heard the stories from your parents and the elders of the shoal. Pirates were not to be messed with; they would kill you on sight and take your scales to pawn off for a pretty penny.

So to say you were surprised when Jungwon found you and just cut you free would be an understatement. His hands were steady but careful as he wedged his blade between your tail and the net, slicing the dreadful contraption off of you. Even his voice was soft as to not alert those that were on the ship with him. His kind eyes and gentle hands intrigued you and you knew it was wrong, hell it was probably one of the worst things you could do in your life. But god, if you didn’t enjoy the thrill of it all.

After those events, you stayed behind a cluster of rocks, watching and studying what they were doing. Your family had been worried sick about you all night long, but that was the least of your concerns right now. No, you wanted to actually talk to this man, even if it was the dumbest thing you’ve done. Curiosity has gotten the best of you.

So you waited… and waited… and waited. Finally, you saw Jungwon climbing off of the boat.

You tried to sneak up behind him, but for some miraculous reason, he sensed you there. His head turned, and his eyes bore into yours, peeking from the top of the water.

“I didn’t think a pretty thing like you would hang out around here.” His once soft voice now held a more sinister tone, but instead of getting scared… you were intrigued. Something pulling you towards him, like an angler fish going after the little light antenna on their heads.

That desire only grew from that night when he lured you out of the waters, watching as your tail morphed into human legs, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. The complete ecstasy that his fingertips brought you left you gasping and begging for more. His dick reaching the most inner parts of your body that you hadn’t even known existed. By the time he was done with you, you had become addicted, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace once more.

Thus began the little rendezvous, meeting in the very place where he first made love to you, much like what was happening now.

When Jungwon made it into the cavern, he wasn’t surprised at all to find you lying halfway in the water, your tail swishing softly under the surface. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility that this space brought you. He stopped once he was close enough to fully see you. Watching the way your damp hair cascaded down your back, small droplets of water still falling from the ends. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in your chest that was hardly covered due to the shell top you were wearing. Jungwon could feel his dick chub up at the sight alone.

Jungwon’s footsteps were careful and quiet, but you could still feel the vibrations under your fingertips. Your head turned slightly to look over at him, and the corner of your eyes crinkled slightly as a smirk spread across your lips.

“It took you long enough,” you teased the male as you pulled yourself further from the sparkling water. Your fingers wrapped around the pendant that lay between your collarbones, whispering a few soft words, allowing your tail to morph into human legs. Jungwon’s eyes stayed glued to your body, taking in the new skin that had just been revealed to him.

“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.” His voice was soft, unlike the dark look that glazed over his eyes. You carefully stood to your feet, but seeing as it's been a little bit since the last time you had to use your legs, your knees buckled, and you tumbled forward right into Jungwon's arms. “Even the sight of me has your legs weak, huh? I'm flattered.”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before fixing your posture to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. His face was merely inches away from yours, eyes boring into your own. He could smell the sea salt on your skin as he leaned closer to you, sealing your lips in a gentle kiss.

“God, I've missed your lips so much.” He groaned against your lips, “... I missed you.” He sighed before letting his lips trail from yours to your cheek, down your jaw and neck, before finding purchase on one particular spot right below your ear. A soft sigh fell from your lips as you pulled his body flush against yours, leaving little to no room between the two of you. He continued to press open-mouth kisses along your jugular until he was sure there would be marks left behind, not caring for the consequences you might face once you were home.

“Won…” You whine when his hands traveled down to the fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. He licked a long stipe up your neck before roughly kissing you. His lips moved fervently against yours as he swiftly picked you up off of your feet.

Jungwon wasted no time in laying your body flat on the flat rocks that sat next to the lagoon. His body slotted against yours, allowing you to feel his bulge against your bare pussy. Your small whines and whimpers were swallowed by Jungwon’s mouth as his fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake. But it wasn’t enough; no, you wanted more, and you didn’t want to wait. Noticing the impatiens in your eyes, Jungwon chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, making your hips buck and a broken cry fall from your lips.

“Do you really want my cock that bad baby? You’re dripping on my fingers.” He teased, his fingertips tracing your slit, collecting your slick.

“Wonnie, please, I don’t wanna wait. Just fuck me, please.” You pleaded in a meek voice, and Jungwon smirked against your skin.

Who was he to deny you what you were asking so nicely for? So he pressed one last kiss against your forehead before pulling back to rid himself of his clothing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from his trousers. Catching your gaze, he put on a bit of a show, pumping his cock a few times, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. Impatience grew in your chest as you watched him pleasure himself. A whine fell from your lips when he denied your motion for him to move towards you.

Eyes rolling, you moved your hand down to your cunt using your fingers to spread your pussy lips, “Just fuck me already, Won, please.”

He chuckled once more before finally giving in and moving closer to your body, grabbing your plush thigh. Leaning over your body, he captured your lips in another heated kiss as he lined his cock with your entrance. In one swift motion, he buried himself in your warm heat, swallowing all of the moans that slipped past your lips.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby,” He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. It had been far too long since he was last able to bury himself in your wet cavern, the crew and missions taking up a majority of his time. So he wasn’t going to hold back; no, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He gave you a split second to adjust before his hips were snapping into yours in such a rough manner you were sure there would be bruises. The sounds of your skin hitting his and moans bounced off of the cavern walls. Jungwon couldn’t hold back; his hips were pistoned into your, trying to get as deep as he could, throwing your legs over his shoulders, pushing even deeper. Deep enough to have the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

Wonton moans fell from your lips as you tried your best to stay up with his pace, but as soon as his tip brushed over that sweet spot deep in your pussy you were putty in his hands. Stars clouded your vision, your orgasm already on the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck- Won, I’m- shit, I’m close.” Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Jungwon leaned down, kissing over the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, whispering sweet praises against your skin while his hip snapped brutally into yours.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned when your cunt squeezed around him, “fuck princess, you keep doing that, and I won’t last.” His hands trailed from your thigh to your hands, intertwining your fingers when your high washed over you. His pace slowed just a little to help you ride out your orgasm, but his movements never stopped.

“Won-” “Just a little longer, baby, I’m almost there.” He groaned before picking up the pace once more, letting go of one of your hands to rub his thumb against your clit, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your head fell back at the overstimulation, all words but his name leaving your brain. Jungwon loved when he got you like this, so fucked out that his name was the only thing you could remember. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your plush thigh before a choked groan tore through his lips when he felt you cum for a second time. The tightness around his sensitive cock was enough to finally push him over the edge, painting your velvet walls white.

“Shit…” He groaned into your neck as he leaned over you, hips rocking softly against yours. Taking in your scent, memorizing it once more for he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see you again.

“Won,” you breathed out, running your shaky fingers through his hair. "You’re still hard.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before rolling his hips deeply into yours, pushing his cum further into your womb, “You drive me insane, baby, and I want to fill you so full of my cum.”

A whine slipped past your swollen lips as his pace picked up a little, but your grip on his body didn’t let up. No, your lips found his, kissing him deeply, telling him that you would love nothing more.

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grainsnroses · 3 months ago

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Izzy Stradlin's Apple Crumble Recipe

apparently during the Use Your Illusions tour, no one was sober enough to eat, except for Izzy. the tour's head chef ended up sharing Izzy's apple crumble recipe in his interview.

Izzy baking desserts is just so adorable, I have to share it with everyone 🥹 I haven't had the chance to try this yet, but here's the recipe for you guys:

Ingredients:

For the crumble:

300g/10½oz plain flour, sieved pinch of salt

175g/6oz unrefined brown sugar

200g/7oz unsalted butter, cubed at room temperature

Knob of butter for greasing

For the filling:

450g/1lb apples, peeled, cored and cut into 1cm/½in pieces

50g/2oz unrefined brown sugar

1 tbsp plain flour

1 pinch of ground cinnamon

Preparation method:

Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/Gas 4.

Place the flour and sugar in a large bowl and mix well. Taking a few cubes of butter at a time rub into the flour mixture. Keep rubbing until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs.

Place the fruit in a large bowl and sprinkle over the sugar, flour and cinnamon. Stir well being careful not to break up the fruit.

Butter a 24cm/9in ovenproof dish. Spoon the fruit mixture into the bottom, then sprinkle the crumble mixture on top.

Bake in the oven for 40-45 minutes until the crumble is browned and the fruit mixture bubbling.

Serve with thick cream or custard.

Less than 30 mins preparation time

30 mins to 1 hour cooking time

Serves 4

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#izzy stradlin #guns n roses #gnr #izzy stradlin and the juju hounds #jeffrey dean isbell

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the-enfolded · 5 months ago

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Unend Departure Dinner

Celebrating the maiden voyage of the Ship

Courtesy of Chef Quino Del Belsaban (chef) and sous-chefs Voro and Mikelord

We will tonight celebrate the commencement of the journey, and it’s our pleasure this evening to treat you all to a very special and unique singular meal, compliments of the Cosmological Consortium’s Highest Light subcommittee.

We begin with ephemera of mineralflower enclosing lavenderwater-infused mirrorhawk mousse, dusted with riftgrass pollen, nestled on a sprouted microbloom tuft, crowned with edible Serapha Nebulaflorum.

And of course our signature cocktail tonight the Aurora Prismatica, exquisite Empyrean lavender and silk cordial, layered with zephyr of eldermanflower, misted with Alpinian plume of Verdure and lightly smoked with charcoal of Sequestrian hacklethorn. I personally recommend you enjoy it on the rocks – perhaps unorthodox, but just trust us on this one.

Buloga pearl caviar tartare, accompanied by shaved roast of sloe, crowned with frosted Ebonreef truffle, drizzled with 100-traversal-aged prang syrup and garnished with chinchona leaf. Enjoy.

The palate-cleansing salad is up next. My friends, a medley of crisp frisée, tender mini prunus hearts, and heirloom rubus misted with essence of blackened citrus of elderthief, sprinkled with delicious and nutritious high-altitude breadmoss and garnished with greens from the gardens of Gloria. Please enjoy.

Our main entree, my friends: sovereign spice-seared filet of Vildefeluvian lake grouper, ladled with reduction of burk buranah, brushed with crushed pistachio and golden salt, served atop a bed of rare black macrograin sourced from the marshes of Ackute. Dig in.

Miravette Reserve, an aromatic honeylight wine from the Highest Light? Quite delicate, notes of straw and almond, very well-balanced, very intriguing

And for our grand finale, exquisite bombe of blonded and blued chocolate mother-of-mica, encased in a delicate wind-woven sugar dome, decorated with self-caramelizing tufted sugar frond, rosewater foam, and edible silverleaf confetti, and finished of course with a touch of our most rare and fine melt-velvet orchid extract. It’s been our pleasure to serve you this evening everyone. Thank you so much.

Ingredients (by request)

Hors d'oeuvre (Un inspired)

Ephemera of mineralflower - phyllo pastry blossoms lightly brushed with strawberry syrup and sprinkled with gold decorator sugar “minerals”.

Lavenderwater-infused mirrorhawk mousse - salmon cream-cheese mousse (go very easy on the lemon juice) with chili flakes, and smoked paprika, partially lavender tinted

Riftgrass pollen - paprika and a hint of turmeric, edible glitter mica

Sprouted microbloom tuft - ball of sprouts, local wildflower micro blossoms

Serapha Nebulaflorum - Rosemary blossoms, saffron, cornflower petals, and marigold petals

Cocktail (Fold inspired)

Empyrean lavender and silk cordial -

lychee mogu mogu drink(as base silk cordial - can be blended smooth if needed), strong chilled butterfly pea flower tea (as lavender cordial - spoon gently over appears lavender/indigo in basic conditions)

Zephyr of eldermanflower - small amount of Plum Soju spooned gently on top (mildly acidic, turns top of butterfly tea magenta/violet) substitute a tiny amount of white peach or other clear fruit juice of your choice for a non-alcohol version

Alpinian plume of Verdure - Blossoming heather sprig)

Charcoal of Sequestrian hacklethorn - torched cinnamon (not recommended, maybe a cherry wood? smoking not essential for how sweet and floral this cocktail is)

On the rocks - giant ice cubes

Appetizer (Fold inspired)

Buloga pearl caviar tartare - chia caviar with butterfly-tea dyed tapioca pearls served on a base of crème fraîche (alternatively could try black lumpfish caviar too, if available)

Shaved roast of sloe - if sloe = slow thinly shaved oil and sea-salt roast purple potato, if sloe = the gin plum, sliced and roasted umeboshi red plum for garnish (both plum and potato used)

Frosted Ebonreef truffle - crunchy dried shiitake snack mushroom frosted with silver edible mica glitter,

100-traversal-aged prang syrup - balsamic vinegar, fresh raspberry and apricot jam reduction with a touch of soy sauce (strained)

Chinchona leaf - shiso leaf

Salad (Un inspired)

Medley of crisp frisée - a base of curly endive and pea shoots

Tender mini prunus hearts - almonds and dried apricot cut into hearts (both in prunus family),

Heirloom rubus - raspberries and blackberries

Essence of blackened citrus of elderthief - sugared and caramelized blood orange and mini clementine slices, scant raspberry balsamic vinaigrette

High-altitude breadmoss - French bread triangles brushed with olive oil and coated with dried parsley and dill (needs work to become more tasty - try garlic bread triangles and a lighter dusting of herbs)

Greens from the gardens of Gloria - parsley and “spring mix” greens.

Main (Fold inspired)

Sovereign spice-seared filet of Vildefeluvian lake grouper - pacific cod with salt, pepper and old bay, pan seared in vegetable oil and basted with butter

Reduction of burk buranah - supposed to be a cab-sav beurre blanc, but used a Béarnaise instead

Crushed pistachio - crushed pistachio (blanched to remove brown hulls) Golden salt - golden decorator sugar because it looked pretty, but could also try a turmeric-ginger-garlic golden salt,

Rare black macrograin sourced from the marshes of Ackute - black rice

Wine (Un inspired)

Miravette Reserve - 2020 Gérard Bertrand Orange Gold (clean and citrusy, good with fish)

Dessert (Un inspired)

Exquisite bombe of blonded and blued chocolate mother-of-mica - Mirrorhawk pearl of white chocolate strawberry Lindt rolled in blue/yellow cake sprinkles, on a split lemon madeleine shell with blue and yellow chocolate button and crème fraîche ganache

Delicate wind-woven sugar dome - blue cotton candy

Self-caramelizing tufted sugar frond - punished and caramelized marshmallows on a strawberry pocky stem with strawberry syrup and golden sugar embellishments

Rosewater foam - pink lychee gel foam

Edible silverleaf confetti - oregano leaves dusted with silver edible mica glitter

Melt-velvet orchid extract - strawberry vanilla syrup

Enjoy!

#midst fanart #midst podcast #unend #midst unend #midst cosmos #fantasy food

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arminthada · 26 days ago

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DATING GAME starring Snow Man Koji, March Chutavuth, Judo Tantachj, Fluke Natouch, releases a new poster and characters' first look

Synopsis: Hill, a former bullied boy with a geeky personality, finds love and confidence from "Yuka" in the female character romance simulation game "Yuka! Love Me Please" and grows into a handsome programmer beyond recognition. Hill achieves his dream of getting a job at the company that developed "Yuka! Love Me Please", where he meets Junji, the perfect, cold-hearted CEO from Japan. Soon after getting the job, the company announces that it will be ending service for the game, leaving Hill dejected. Seeing his passion to move forward despite his heartache, Junji approaches Hill with a proposition.

Official Website Introduction

Mukai Koji, a member of Japan's top idol group "Snow Man," is the first Japanese actor to star in a Thai drama, acting entirely in Thai, and co-stars with talented Thai actor March Chutavuth Pattarakhumphol. Also starring in the film are other popular and talented actors in Thailand, including Fluke Natouch Siripongthon and Judo Tantachj Tharinpirom, who have many fans in Japan.

The production team is also made up of some of Thailand's best creators. The script was written by a creative team that worked on iconic Thai BL dramas such as the heart-pounding new generation BL dramas "Cutie Pie" and "Close Friend." In addition, the project collaborated with May [Piangpaitoon], a talented screenwriter who has produced many masterpieces, and All-Write Team. The story depicts two people with different values, from Japan and Thailand, meeting and deepening their bond despite their differences, weaving a sometimes humorous and sometimes heart-wrenching tale that transcends the barriers of countries and cultures and leaves a warm impression in the hearts of viewers.

Relationship Chart

March Chutavuth plays Hill, a game designer who falls for a girl in a game but ends up creating a game to date… guys?!

Koji Mukai plays Junji, the cool Japanese CEO who unexpectedly catches feelings for the new guy.

Judo Tantachj plays Bay, the confident ladies’ man who gets assigned to design a dating game for guys.

Fluke Natouch plays Phat, the anti-playboy chef who’s not here for any Casanova games.

A sneak peak of Dating Game on the national Japanese morning news today

Dating Game Worship Ceremony and Press Conference

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Japanese poster has additional sub title “Boss, Can I flirt with you!?”

Dating Game has recently wrapped filming and is expected to be broadcast on Workpoint TV soon.

Sources: Official Website, Thai Twitter account, Japanese Twitter Account

#dating game #dating game the series #march chutavuth #mukai koji #snow man #snowman #fluke natouch #judo tantachj #workpoint tv #thai bl #bl series #usergzh #judofluke #kojimarch #im just guessingggggg #Youtube

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moonsglare · 1 year ago

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who are the top ten pussy eaters from ptn, hsr and genshin all together in your opinion? :3c not really a request but it would be nice if you wrote something dedicated to the first and the second places in the ranking *wink-wink*

well i already know who's in first place........ this one's for you @sinful-lanterns 🫡🫡🫡

VORACITY || multifandom x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. cunnilingus, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, edging, bondage

notes. the little 'excerpts' aren't very long, sorry anon 😭😭😭 alas i am not creative enough to come up with that many different ways to describe eating pussy 😔😔😔 hope u will enjoy <33

1ST PLACE: CABERNET FRANC

Do I even need to elaborate. This woman uses her tongue for a living, she'll be good at using it at the dinner table and between your legs (not that there's much of a difference to her).

She's tasted a lot of good things in her life. Meals made by the finest chefs in the world, and when her Sinner abilities awakened, she tasted souls themselves. But even then, nothing can compare to the taste of your slick on her tongue as she laps it up right from the source.

Cabernet's got her hands on your thighs, her grip hard enough to bruise, keeping them spread open for her to put her entire mouth on your twitching cunt. She alternates between sucking on your clit and plunging her tongue into your hole with ridiculous speed, and she doesn't stop until you're halfway passed out and oversensitive to even the slightest sensation.

You writhe on the bed as Cabernet brings you to your nth orgasm of the night, with nothing but her tongue. Your brain is foggy with pleasure, and you're sure most of it has melted and dripped out of your pussy as cum at this point, but you retain the slightest bit of coherent thought to wonder if Cabernet's knees hurt. Surely they must—she's been at this for hours.

But they do, Cabernet gives no indication, or she simply does not care. Her fiery red hair is a mess from you tangling your fingers in them, spilling like fire across your trembling thighs as Cabernet keeps her mouth firmly on your cunt. Her tongue ruthlessly plunges in and out of your dripping hole, a wet patch having formed on the bed from the times she's made you cum.

"P-please," you slur out hoarsely, hips twitching with each lick. "'S too much, 's too much, can't anymore—"

Cabernet only hums, the vibrations traveling right to your clit and making you sob. She pointedly ignores your whimpers and continues what she's doing, determined to wring yet another orgasm from you.

And fuck, she just might.

The coil in your belly is winding impossibly tight, and you squirm in her iron grip, tears spilling from your eyes now as your entire body feels like a live fucking wire. "C-Cabernet, wait, 'm gonna make a mess—"

"Go ahead," Cabernet croons against your cunt, warm breath fanning over your overstimulated nerves. "Give it all to me."

Her lips find your clit and suck hard, and you cum with a wail and an arch of your back, squirt spilling from your cunt and into her waiting, hungry mouth. Some of it splashes onto her neck and chest, and Cabernet's eyes go half-lidded with desire before she pulls back and you fall back onto the bed, gasping for air as Cabernet climbs over you, licking her lips.

"Simply delectable, my dear."

2ND PLACE: RAIDEN EI & NAVIA CASPAR

NOW BEFORE YOU YELL AT ME FOR PUTTING A TIE, HEAR ME OUT !!

These two are both fiends for sweet things. Absolute little devils for a sugar rush. And you know what they find the sweetest in the entire god damn world? Your pretty pussy of course.

They simply go a little feral between your legs, nosing into you and trying to prod their tongue into your cunt to coax more of your sweetness into their mouth. By the time you push their heads away from your overstimulated pussy, their entire lower face is shiny with slick, some of it even dripping down their neck.

"B-Babe, wait—"

Your words are cut off as she throws your legs over her shoulders, one hand on your thigh, and the other slung across your pelvis to forcibly hold you down. She pushes her face against your cunt, kissing and sucking at your clit, the wet sounds echoing throughout the room.

You arch your back, fingers digging into the sheets as she devours you. You're vaguely aware of her hips rutting against the bed too, her own core burning with need as she eats you out like a woman starved. You release the sheets and tangle a hand in her hair, fingers winding tight enough to tug at her scalp and she moans.

When she looks up at you, her eyes are glazed over, utterly drunk on your pussy. Her lower face is a mess, but she doesn't seem to mind, not as she dives right back in to prod her tongue into your needy hole and you shudder at the sensation, pleasure dancing up your spine like a lightning bolt.

You aren't walking away from this bed for the next few hours, that's for sure.

3RD PLACE: KAFKA

We all knew Kafka would be making this list.

Kafka is a little different from the other two rankings because while she has impeccable technique she doesn't get particularly pussydrunk like Cabernet, Ei or Navia.

So she'll edge you for hours with nothing but her lips and tongue, until you feel like even her just blowing on your clit would have you cumming with a cry.

Kafka is so mean.

You knew this when getting into bed with her, but it didn't really sink in until now, where she's had you tied up for the better half of an hour, your ankles anchored to each corner of the bedpost by maroon ropes, and your wrists bound above your head—all while she laps and kitten licks at your pussy, purposefully avoiding giving you too much stimulation.

Just enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to get you off.

You look down at her between your legs with a whine, need pulsing like a second heart throughout your body as you look into her eyes, dark with desire. She maintains that brutal eye contact with you as she licks a long, slow stripe up your cunt, from your hole to your clit, and you whimper.

The sound makes Kafka grin, and she brings a finger to her lips, wiping your slick off. She rubs her two fingers together, then spreads them in a v-shape, and marvels at the sticky, gossamer string connecting them.

"So pretty, doll," Kafka says, her voice a low, dangerous croon. Her hand rests on your thigh, and you tremble as she leans down and breathes ever so softly on your wetness.

"But you can hold out a little longer, right?"

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Shenhe, Mantis, Stelle and Rahu are all eager, but can be a little sloppy. It's okay though, with enough guidance they'll have you seeing stars soon enough.

Raven runs her mouth a lot, so naturally she'll be good at using it for other purposes too.

Angell gives me incredible cat vibes, and since cats have very dexterous tongues... well, you see where I'm going with this.

#sev.responses #sev.writes #[nsft]#cabernet x reader #navia x reader #raiden ei x reader #kafka x reader #cabernet smut #navia smut #raiden ei smut #kafka smut #ptn #hsr #genshin #angey two of your women are on here LMAO #it wasnt intentional believe it or not #anywho hope u agree with the listings anon LOL

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 7 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 16

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 16

Word Count: 4260

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: The angst arrives in full force! How about that!? Come on, you had to be expecting that! Also, I'm thinking about two chapters left (well, one and the epilogue), so we're almost at the end! PS: This song fits the chapter like a glove! *chef's kiss*

The night is almost over. Just a few more dances before the guests send the newlyweds off to their honeymoon, and then you and Law can escape back into the safety of your room. Just one hour, tops. What could go wrong in an hour?

Even more so now that you’ve finally confessed the three words that have been bothering you for a while. And they were reciprocated.

You’re adamant about not letting go of Law’s hand for the rest of the night. A feeling of dread still coils in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t know exactly why, but you’re not about to let fate play a prank on you.

Except, fate’s got nothing on Donquixote Doflamingo.

“Nephew, I need you. It’s urgent.” Law groans, his hand tightening around yours, since this is clearly Doffy's last opportunity to feed some lie to Law and try to break you two apart. You’re honestly tired of it all.

“Tomorrow, Uncle. I’m tired.”

“Now.” Doflamingo’s tone leaves no room for discussion, and Law clenches his jaw. Underneath it all, Law still respects his uncle. You’re not quite sure why he still respects the man, he’s despicable, but you suspect it’s because he instilled in Law a deep-seated sense of family ties and loyalty. And Law won’t break free of his morals.

“Go. I have to freshen up anyway.” You whisper with a smile. You’ve confessed. He knows how you feel. Nothing will come between the two of you.

Law smiles at you, and with a last squeeze of your hand, he lets you go.

-*-

You purposefully take a while longer in the bathroom, fixing your makeup, your hair, and your dress. Unnecessary moves, really, since you’re about to leave to go to bed soon, and you’re actually craving that massage Law mentioned earlier.

That and… well, you’re craving Law. Period.

You exit the bathroom with a silly smile still plastered on your lips and almost bump into a chest. “Oh, forgive me, I–... Ichiji.”

Obviously.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He begins.

“Cut the crap.” You don’t even let him say anything else, already pushing past him to return to the reception tent, but he halts you, a hand on your upper arm, and you seethe. “What did I tell you about touching me?”

He lets go of you immediately, taking a step back and sighing while passing a hand over his coiffed hair. “Right, sorry.”

Sorry?

You look behind you and around, trying to notice if something feels out of place. You might have entered a portal to some sort of alternate universe when you were in the bathroom because there’s no way in hell Ichiji would ever apologise to you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Doll. For… well…” He sighs again, steps forward, and then back again. “For cheating, for treating you like crap, for taking you for granted… I… well, I know now it’s too late, but seeing you happy with someone else made me realise what I lost and how I was the only one to blame.”

No, seriously, there has to have been a portal back there. Something, anything. This is not happening.

Your heart constricts in your chest. You lost count of how many times you dreamed about Ichiji asking for your forgiveness, to truly repent for what he put you through. But it happening here, in a place you'd never thought you'd meet him, and completely out of the blue?

What's his game?

“I don't think you need my forgiveness to move on. I know I don't need your apologies.” A heavy sigh parts your lips. “Not when you're delivering them far too late.”

You make another motion to pass through him, but he moves in front of you and whispers your name in a desperate plea. “I do need your forgiveness. I need closure.”

What? You cock your eyebrow, your lips twisting down in a frown. “After all you've put me through for–...” You wave your hands in the air. “I’m not even going to count the years we spent together. Just today is enough! After all the theatrics and the taunting, you expect me to believe you just want closure?”

The way he slumps his shoulders and downcasts his eyes reminds you of the first times you argued, back in the beginning of the relationship, when you actually believed his apologies, and your heart constricts some more at all the memories.

“Yes, Doll. Just closure. I'm about to leave the party, and I know we won't meet again, unless it's by chance, and I don't want us to part on bad terms.” He takes a tentative step your way. “Just say you'll forgive me, please.”

You want him out of your sight, out of your mind, and completely out of your heart. You know you don't love him anymore, but you still hold memories and feelings of nostalgia, and when he's looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, you can't help but soften up a little bit. He does seem sorry.

“Fine, Ichiji, fine. We can part ways on lighter terms. I don't completely forgive you for what you took from me or for how you made me feel, but I won't resent you for it anymore.”

He actually smiles at you. Not that conceited, smug smirk, but a genuine smile.

“That's all I ask for, Doll.”

“Good. Goodbye.”

“Wait, please.” Is that pain in his voice? Is he really sorry and repentant for everything? You don’t say anything, but you don’t move either, just waiting for what he wants to say. “Can I get one last hug?”

The face you make must have been something special to look at because he grimaces and chuckles softly, his hand passing through his hair again.

“A harmless hug? Please? It’s just for–...”

“Closure, right?” Should you? He’s actually sounding human for once in all the time you’ve known him, and he does seem sorry. It’s just a hug goodbye. What harm can it bring? “Fine. Make it quick.”

With a sigh, you let him bend down to envelop you in his arms, but then you actually smile. You don’t feel anything. No rage, no pain, no hurt, no longing… it’s just a void. You know there used to be something there, but now you’re free.

It’s a wonderful feeling, actually.

Until Ichiji’s hands cup your face, and he tilts your head to the side, doing the same to his and leaning in further, his lips inches away from yours. His taller frame engulfs you, and the lights are very dim near the bathroom. It almost looks as if you’re sharing a kiss.

“Wha–...”

“I still win, Doll.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine as he shows you the same smug smile he always did, his canines almost glistening with glee. You’re frozen in place. What does he mean?

And then he parts, leaving you open-mouthed, chest heaving, and cheeks flushed from trying to grasp what is going on. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to adjust to two figures looming at the entrance of the hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

Doflamingo and… oh, no.

“Law?”

Doffy is bent down, one arm around Law’s shoulders, his lips moving fast as he mouths words into Law’s ears. You can almost bet he’s spewing lies and deceptions about you, twisting everything to make Law doubt you. You know he has trouble trusting people, it would be so easy to make him doubt.

But what breaks you is Law’s expression. His usually stoic face bears the signs of hurt, and he’s clenching his fists by his sides, jaw ticking, trying to contain his emotions and failing at it.

“Law!” You try again, taking a step forward and see Doffy still speaking into Law’s ear. Lies, all lies, for sure. Law’s gaze falls on Ichiji and then back at you, and you realise that this was orchestrated. It has to have been orchestrated.

Ichiji holding you as if he were kissing you, Doffy bringing Law by the bathroom? It was their ultimate move.

“It’s not what you think, Law.” You take another step forward, and you can almost hear the shards of Law’s flimsy trust being broken and shattered into pieces.

He shakes his head and takes a step back, hand flying over his head to tousle his hair. “I… I need some air.” Turning on his heel, he leaves you in a hurry, and you stifle a sob.

No, no, no.

You need to reach him, to speak with him and let him know what happened. That nothing actually happened! He can’t possibly think you would betray him like this. Turning your wobbly steps into strides, you try to follow Law’s retreating figure into the crowd, despair tugging at your insides, tears already threatening to fall.

And then you’re stopped by a strong hand on your arm. “Where do you think you’re going, princesa?”

An actual growl leaves your lips. “Let go, Doflamingo. I need to speak with Law.” Your tug does nothing to loosen his grip, and you seethe.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He tuts, his fiery eyes boring deep into yours. “You won’t speak to my nephew. Not now, nor ever again. You’ll leave him alone to live his life and disappear.”

Shaking your head, you try again, but his grip is too strong. “He needs to listen to me! He’s going to be heartbroken. It’s not what he thinks.”

“He’ll be fine. He has a family that loves him.” Doffy’s words sound melodic, but the melody is one of doom, not hope.

“Only Cora loves him, clearly.” Your scoff comes accompanied by stubborn tears you’re trying to keep enclosed. “All I’ve ever wanted from Law was love, all I have to give to him is love. Why do you want to take that away? Do you hate him that much?”

Doflamingo straightens his shoulders, and now he seems impossibly high. “On the contrary, cariño. I love him dearly. And it’s because I love him that I need him to learn this lesson. I thought he had already learned it the hard way, but he didn’t. Romantic love only brings weakness. It doesn’t do him any kindness, and he needs to let that go. He needs to be strong and in control, not a fool in love.”

Finally, your harsh tug makes him release you, but his imposing figure is still blocking the way. You stamp your feet, much like a small child, and grit your teeth, anger making your eyes blaze red. “You think that makes him stronger? Is that why you push the people that love him away?”

He shakes his head, those annoying tuts leaving his lips as he gives you a condescending look. “Not at all. Only those that do not.”

“Then you are a damned fool.” He growls at your disrespect, and you couldn’t care less. He lost any small ounce of respect you might’ve still held for him when he pulled this stunt. “Because if you hadn’t interfered, I would still be by Law’s side, and I love him!”

Doffy’s laugh comes in small waves, his eyes shining with amusement as he sizes you up with his fiery gaze. “An admirable sentiment, mi querida, though I doubt it to be true.” You open your mouth, ready to be disrespectful again, but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an all-too-familiar device: your tablet.

With a flick of his finger, he opens it to the spreadsheet you now know by heart: all of Law’s likes and dislikes, every useful thing for your fake relationship, every piece of information you and Law gathered to make sure you were prepared for this event.

You can’t help the stutter that leaves your lips, nor the red flushing your cheeks. “Law… he.. Law knew about that.” Why does your voice sound so small? Is it because you were caught?

“I’m sure.” His demeanour contradicts his words. And then he hands you the tablet, a frown finally overtaking his mocking smile, and you almost shrink at how his aura suddenly feels very threatening. “You’re done here. You will never speak to my nephew again.”

Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Doflamingo can’t win this, not after what you and Law went through. Not after realising he’s the love of your life.

“You can’t do that.” Your voice comes out as a mere trembling whisper. “You can’t pull strings and control Law’s life as if he’s a puppet and you’re his puppeteer! He has a say in his own life!” You try to take a step forward, but he doesn’t budge. “I’ll tell him what happened, and he’ll realise I never meant to hurt him. Just let me through!”

“You’re done.”

“Law has a right to make his own choices. You don’t own him!” The pesky tears start to stain your cheeks, you feel impotent and useless.

“Not choices that will end up destroying him.”

“The ones you are making for him might do just that.” Your voice finally breaks, and a ragged sob leaves your lips with the weight and the helplessness of it all. “He is not your pawn! You can’t manipulate him like this! Please… please! Let me speak to him! You’ll truly destroy him with this…”

Law placed his trust in you. After what he’s been through with Monet, you know it must not have been easy to let himself love and be loved. And Doflamingo manipulated you both to an extent that will come with dire consequences. Law will be broken, and so will you.

“I will face whatever consequences come from my actions with Law. He might be hurt for a while, but he will emerge stronger. He has done it once.”

“But at what cost?” You whisper, too drained to fight back. With a shaky inhale, you straighten your shoulders as your hands grip the tablet for some sort of grounding. “I’ll speak to him later, then. You can’t keep us apart. You will not ruin what we have.”

Pushing past him, you take one full step before Doflamingo’s words freeze you in place.

“I would rethink that if I were you, querida.” Something in his voice halts your breathing as you look over your shoulder and find him grinning. “Your father is still recovering from surgery, right? Some businesses collapse pretty quickly when something like this happens… no one would look twice.”

What?

“Is that a threat?” Doffy certainly has the power to ruin your father’s horse business.

Waving his hands in the air in a dismissive manner, his smirk returns to his lips, more menacing this time. “Oh no, no. I don’t make threats… they’re too amateurish.” His laugh fills your ears, and the same shiver as before courses through your veins. “It’s more of a prediction.”

Gathering strength and bravado you do not have, you square your shoulders and lift your chin. “My father is strong, and he has my help. We’ll manage.” Turning your face forward, you will your feet to move again.

“How brave. So what about Law’s clinic?” Your breath stops so suddenly that you almost think you have a collapsed lung. He can’t be serious. “I won’t be cryptic, cariño, here’s the deal: if you speak to Law again, I’ll make sure his clinic tanks. And you know how much he loves that little place, with his friends and helping people.” He tsks and waves his hand dismissively. “I would much rather he dedicated himself to the company, so perhaps you would be doing me a favour. Law, on the other hand? Now that would devastate him.”

“Please, don’t…” You don’t know what else to do. Doflamingo is too powerful, too influential. He will destroy Law either way and claim to be helping him while doing it. You feel trapped, what can you do? “Please don’t do that to him.”

“I don’t want to. I do love him. But that depends on you.” Doflamingo sets one hand on your shoulder to turn you back to face him. “There’s a car waiting for you outside with all your belongings. You will leave the party immediately with Ichiji, as it will help sell the ruse.”

Your legs start to wobble as breath begins to catch in your throat again. Powerless. Completely stripped of any will. That’s how you’re feeling.

“You will not speak with Law today, nor ever. Not even when you both go back to your boring little lives. He’ll think you abandoned him, which suits me, really. No one needs a gold digger.”

“I’m not–...”

“I don’t care!” Doflamingo leans in, and his breath fans your face. He’s as angry as you’ve ever seen anyone, and you can almost see the veins pulsating dangerously in his neck. “You’re a distraction and a liability. Law doesn’t need any of that.”

“Everybody needs love…” Is this your last hail Mary? Because it’s not a very strong one.

“Not the Donquixote family.” He steps back and motions Ichiji forward. “Leave. Don’t speak to Law. It’s simple, I’m sure you can follow that, princesa.” He chuckles again while fixing his tie and suit. “Or else…”

The words he leaves unsaid are a weight on your soul. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, you can barely exist. All you know is that Law is somewhere, hurting, thinking you betrayed his trust.

And the fact that you will leave without any explanation will only cement that feeling.

You thought you’d been heartbroken before - exhibit A is currently walking by your side, leading you away from the party with a hand on your back that you’re too tired to swat away - but you’ve never been hurt like this.

This pain is visceral. It burns, it blisters, it festers, and it destroys.

You’re not actually sure you’ll ever recover from this.

-*-

Law was taken away from you by Doflamingo yet again, and as his uncle drones on about business and about the imminent merger, all Law can think about is you in his arms and the peace you bring him.

“Are you listening to me, Law?”

“No, Uncle, I’m not. It’s late, and I’m tired.” He yawns for effect and shrugs. “I’m going to bed.” But before he can retreat, Doflamingo sighs and slings his hand over Law’s shoulder.

“Fine, Law. But first, I’ve made some assumptions during this weekend, and I need you to tell me if I’m right or wrong.” Law sighs and nods. Agreeing with Doffy is the fastest way to get rid of him. He starts leading Law back into the party, and Law follows without giving it much thought.

“I know you and the little princesa were not a couple before this weekend. I’m actually doubting that you are a couple at this moment… and my assumption is: you told her you didn’t want to come to my daughter’s wedding without a date because I tend to introduce you to a lot of respectable young ladies you don’t relate to. So, to avoid that, she offered to come as your date. Am I right?”

Law already knew Doffy had discovered that bit of your ruse, so he doesn’t act surprised, he acts resigned.

“Almost. I was the one who asked her.” Law grins. “The ladies you introduce me to are not respectable. Half of the ones I met proposed to do very salacious things to me in very public places.”

Doffy grins back at him, and Law sighs while shaking his head.

“You got that half-right, Doffy. Are you happy?”

“Not in the least. You see, Law, what I think is that the young lady realised the family you belonged to and decided to take advantage of that fact by seducing you. Is that a correct assumption?”

“Frankly, Uncle, I’m growing tired of that subject. We have already proved to you that we care about each other deeply. And even if we didn’t, we don’t have to prove anything to you anymore. This is my choice, and you will not interfere in it.”

Doffy tilts his head and nods, a mysterious smile playing on his lips as he leads Law to the bathroom.

“Fair enough. But… Nephew… do you truly believe she cares that much about you? Do you think she loves you?” A small chuckle escapes his lips. “I thought you were done with being naive…”

Law grits his teeth while his heart clenches in his chest. Doflamingo’s words always have a way of penetrating his skull and making him doubt everything. “She loves me. I know that.” He didn’t mean to sound so defensive, but then again, Doffy had no reason to attack him.

“I hope, for your sake, that you are right.” Doffy brings one hand to his chest and bows his head slightly. “I would hate to see you blindsided. Again.” His emphasis on the word ‘again’ brings hurtful memories of Monet back to Law’s mind, and he grunts.

“We’re fine, Doffy. Thank you for your concern.” Law is about to turn and leave, but Doffy holds him by the shoulder and directs his gaze towards the dimly lit hallway of the bathroom.

“Oh… would you look at that, then…”

Law instantly freezes, his brain showing him tricks. It has to be tricks. There’s no way that’s you wrapped in Ichiji’s arms. Law can only see the back of Ichiji’s hulking frame, but that’s your dress he sees peeking from the side, those are your hands holding his waist.

And now he’s cupping your cheeks, leaning… no.

A kiss?

Law shakes his head, denial, frustration, and… betrayal. That’s the word echoing in his head incessantly. Where once were your ‘I love you’s’ now stood that shadow of a word. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal…

“You see, Law,” Doffy leans against Law’s ear, his venomous tongue spewing hurtful words. Words that ring true, too close to Law’s heart. Too at home with his pain. “She’s no different from Monet, really… they both traded you, broke your trust.”

Law’s throat is dry, and he feels little sweat beads trickling down his sideburns. The nails digging into the flesh of his hand cut little crescent indents, trying to ground him, trying to pull him back from the pitfall of despair he’s about to be sucked into.

“Love hurts, Nephew. Love tears and destroys. You can only trust your family or you should trust only yourself.”

Doffy keeps talking, but Ichiji breaks from you, and there’s a mix of confusion and distress on your face as your eyes meet Law’s. And then there’s panic as you whisper his name.

This can’t be happening. You wouldn’t do this to him. Not you.

“Law!”

Your plea is clear, but he can’t think straight. It’s too much, it’s too painful.

“Don't believe her lies, Law. You know what you saw.” Doffy murmurs.

“I… I need some air.” Law’s voice comes out as a mere whisper as he turns and disappears. The air suddenly feels rare, his chest too tight.

There’s not enough room in the world to harbour the size of this betrayal. It’s too much.

-*-

The coolness of the outside air does nothing to soothe him. It still feels stifling, and the control is slipping away from his fingers. Running his hand through his hair in a desperate gesture only brings him more heartache.

Why?

Law keeps thinking about your pain and grief when you spoke about Ichiji. How could you return to the man who hurt you so?

Maybe you didn’t.

No. Law knows what he saw. You were in Ichiji’s arms.

But he didn’t see a kiss.

There was no mistaking it. He held your face and–... and what? Could he have forced you? Were you held against your will? Law tries hard to unscramble his jumbled memories, but the pain in his chest is so heavy that he barely knows where to start.

He didn’t see a kiss. Of that, he’s certain. Could he be overthinking it? What if it was nothing, or if he forced you? And instead of helping you or hearing your words, Law panicked? Hadn’t he promised you not to listen to Doffy’s words?

Yet that was exactly what he did.

Fuck.

Did he get this all wrong? Law sighs and inhales deeply three times, trying to calm his ragged breaths and his uneven heart. He knows you. You wouldn’t do that to him, let alone with a man who hurt you so deeply.

There has to be an explanation for what happened, and he’s ready to listen to it.

Turning around, Law returns to the party, hoping you’re still somewhere near so he can speak with you and listen to what you have to say, to what really happened, to the truth.

He’s expecting to find you frantically looking for him, and his heart is already constricting from the anxiety you must be feeling. He should’ve just stayed a while longer. You would have explained, and neither he nor you would have had to panic.

But what he wasn’t expecting was to see you leaving the party. He wasn’t expecting to see Ichiji’s hand resting against your lower back, silently guiding you through the remaining guests. He wasn’t expecting to see you walking out with him.

Willingly.

So it was the truth.

Law’s heart breaks completely, the full extent of your betrayal settling in, expanding, and commandeering all of his love for you. Doflamingo was right. It pains him to admit this, but he was.

You’re a liar, and Law was foolish enough to trust you.

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seat-safety-switch · 6 months ago

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Everyone has a strong opinion about how to make the best steak. Do you reverse-sear it? Do you kiss it against a pan? Butter braise? My neighbour down the street hires a group of Hawaiian dancers to rhythmically stomp on his striploin until it is cooked entirely through the waste heat produced by the repetitive impact. Expensive, certainly, but you can't put a price on fine cuisine.

Me? I eat most of my meals courtesy of the 7-Eleven We're Throwing This Out Soon® anti-food-waste program. Sometimes it's pizza. Most of the time it's hot dogs. Every time it's delicious, even though my doctor has noted with some concern the fact that my poop no longer resembles that of an ordinary human being. We're not talking about that right now, though. We're talking about how I prepare steak.

The most important part is getting a good steak. Lots of folks just roll up to the grocery store and hand over like a hundred fucking dollars for whatever Superstore's butcher says is good. Me, I get that very same steak for free when he's forced to throw it out after a few days because of "food safety regulations." Sealed in a bag and everything, dumpster slime washes right off. Still fries up real nice, which is where we come to our next part.

Preparation is also key. You'll see professional chefs salting the shit out of the steak and then throwing it in the fridge for most of the day to let it think about what it's done. This dries out the steak (from crying) and then you can get an extra-nice crisp on it when you finally do get around to introducing it to a heat source. Me, I don't have that kind of time. Or a working refrigerator. What I do have is positively frigid Canadian winters, and a bunch of holes in the floor of my car. The heavily salted roads take care of the rest of it, if you get my drift. Protects the underside and makes a pleasant aroma inside the car when the exhaust leaks on it. I'd keep dumpster meat tied to the underside of my car all winter long, if it weren't for the coyotes and wolverines.

Finally, it's time to cook that steak. Throw that shit right on top of the exhaust manifold, right in that nook over there, and go for a quick rip. Hold your shifts a little bit longer than usual, to really get those headers glowing. Just make sure you don't get into a chase with the police, because they can go for a really long time these days (with all the budget hikes) and you'll end up with an inedible hockey puck at the end when they finally do PIT you into the ditch. We're talking strictly backroads and other places the cops don't go, like the location of active crimes.

If you've followed all these tips, you have an excellent steak on your hands. What about sides, you ask? We'll cover that in the next episode of Cooking With Switch, brought to you by this very same public-access television station the next time I can shoulder-surf the door code off one of the interns.

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rose24207 · 7 months ago

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Shadows and Sunlight

Summary: In the dangerous world of Lando Norris, a ruthless mafia boss, his kind-hearted wife and their contrasting children create a family full of warmth, love, and the delicate balance between light and dark.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, fluff

TW: Mafia

A/N: I’m making a „series" with the storyline of the Norris Mafia Family and each story is something different! I’m excited for this! English is not my first language. I hope you Enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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Lando Norris had earned a reputation as a ruthless mafia boss, a man feared by rivals and respected by his men.

But behind the iron gates of his sprawling estate, he was also a father to two children who couldn’t have been more different, and the husband to a woman who was his complete opposite in every way.

His wife, Y/N, was kindness personified—a bright light in the dark world he inhabited. She treated everyone, from staff to strangers, with a warmth that left them in awe.

Where Lando was sharp edges and stern gazes, she was soft smiles and comforting words. And somehow, their contrasting worlds had collided and formed a family.

Amelia, their ten-year-old daughter, was her father's mini-me. Sharp, fearless, and observant, she followed Lando around like a shadow, absorbing his every move. She had his fiery determination and knack for strategy, often shocking the staff with her maturity and assertiveness.

On the other hand, eight-year-old Jacob took after his mother. He was gentle, empathetic, and preferred books over confrontations, always seeking ways to help others.

It was a typical morning in the Norris household. The sun streamed through the tall windows of the kitchen as Y/N hummed while flipping pancakes.

Jacob was perched on a stool, helping his mother by carefully arranging fruit on a plate.

“Bananas go on the side, not on top,” Jacob instructed seriously.

“Yes, Chef,” Y/N teased, winking at her son, who beamed.

Amelia entered the kitchen, her face scrunched in annoyance. “Dad said I can’t come to the meeting today,” she announced, plopping onto a chair.

“That’s because you’re ten,” Y/N replied, placing a plate in front of her.

“But I could learn so much,” Amelia argued, glaring at her pancakes like they were the source of her problems.

“You’re not learning about mafia business at ten years old,” Y/N said firmly, ruffling Amelia’s hair.

Lando strolled into the kitchen, dressed in his usual black suit. “Amelia, what did I say about whining?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Amelia crossed her arms but didn’t push further. She idolized her father too much to openly disobey him.

Instead, she muttered, “Fine, but it’s unfair.”

Y/N placed a cup of coffee in front of Lando, kissing his cheek. “Morning, grumpy.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Morning, sunshine.”

Jacob giggled at the exchange, while Amelia rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you guys are so mushy.”

Later that day, Lando had a rare afternoon off and spent it in his study. Y/N was in the garden with Jacob, helping him plant flowers, while Amelia hovered nearby, asking her father endless questions about the world he shielded her from.

“Why do you have so many guards?” Amelia asked, watching as two men patrolled the perimeter.

“To keep you safe,” Lando replied without looking up from his paperwork.

“But who’s going to protect you?” she shot back.

Lando glanced at her, surprised by the question. “That’s my job, Amelia.”

Before she could respond, Y/N entered the room, her presence like a calming breeze.

“Come on, Amelia. Help Jacob and me with the garden.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Y/N said, smiling but firm.

Amelia sighed dramatically but obeyed, leaving her father to chuckle softly.

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Dinner was a lively affair. The family sat around the grand dining table, the staff quietly serving dishes while the children shared their day’s adventures.

“I planted sunflowers!” Jacob announced proudly.

“They’re crooked,” Amelia teased.

“They’re unique,” Jacob corrected, sticking his tongue out.

Y/N laughed, gently nudging Amelia. “Be nice to your brother.”

Lando observed the scene with a rare softness in his eyes.

Despite his cold exterior and the dangerous life he led, moments like these reminded him of what he was fighting for.

As the evening wound down, Y/N found Lando in their bedroom, leaning against the balcony railing, staring into the night.

“You’re quiet,” she said, joining him.

“Just thinking,” he replied, pulling her close.

“About the kids. About us.”

She smiled, resting her head on his chest. “You’re doing a good job, you know. Even if Amelia’s determined to take over the world.”

He chuckled. “She gets that from me.”

“And Jacob gets his kindness from you, too,” Y/N added softly.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “I think he gets that from you.”

Y/N smiled but didn’t argue. “We’re lucky, Lando. No matter how messy things get, we’ve built something good here.”

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “We have. And I’ll protect it with everything I’ve got.”

In the Norris household, the balance of light and shadow, softness and strength, created a family unlike any other.

Thank you for reading!

#lando x you #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris #mafia!lando #mafia #f1 mafia au #f1 x reader #f1 au #f1 #fluff #dad!lando

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incorrectlooneytunesquotes · 17 days ago

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Yosemite Sam: Aww, little girlie dropped her s'more! Sweetie Bird: I dropped it on your cowboy boot. Sam: You dropped it on mah boot?! Yer a-gonna get the bill fer that!

#yosemite sam #sweetie bird #source: top chef

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urfavrib · 2 months ago

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IM GIVING YOU WILD WEST KREW AND YOU CANT STOP ME

I’m currently obsessed with @ledetlore ‘s HBHB and so now you all have to enjoy this

Gideon

Livestock farmer, growing up in Yona he watched his pa do it so he absolutely could to

Definitely well respected in the community cause he’ll just jump in with the bulls and wrangle em

He holds parties in his spare barn

These parties are usually a cesspool for debauchery and sin

Him and Kremy definitely do highway robbery and bank heists on the side

Known to be a flirt but never has taken a life partner other than Kremy

Hat style: Brick Cattleman

Kremy

Gideon’s bookkeeper and chef

Less well liked but everyone desperately needs to stay in Gideon’s good graces

Runs an underground gambling ring

Highway Robbery and Heists are his main source of income that he launders through Gid’s farm and Gricko’s Saloon

A quick shot and one of the best duelers in 50 miles easy

Definitely does drag and is an untouchable at the local brothel

Hat style: deadman’s gambler

Gricko

Tavern/Brothel owner

He’s very protective of his staff

Definitely just pretty normal guy with a little mischief laced in

Definitely launders money for Kremy and Gideon

Lives pretty nicely and takes care of his community

Been seen taking care of all matter of folks healing and handling debts

Hat Style: Pinched Front Cattleman

Frost

Bar keep and mayor

handles disputes

uses his bar keep job to keep an ear open to possible harm

very aware of the cons and issues that kremy and co bring but they keep the town mostly peaceful

Frost is so good at pretending he has no clue

He does a good job for a corrupt government official

His Sheriff and Deputy are decent and listen to orders (as much as twig and torbek can)

Hat style: Gus Top Cool Hand Luke

Twig

Town Sheriff

She’s a little crazy but does her job well

has an open door policy - walk in anytime for gossip and a snack

She’s almost as good of a shot as Kremy but a little slow on the draw

Is very aware of all the Shenanigans and gets a cut to say nothing

Very good at commanding respect

absolutely no nonsense type of sheriff

Hat style: Fedora

Torbek

Deputy Sheriff

Definitely more anxious than Twig but very good under pressure

quick reflexes

good with horses (he can ride bareback)

Kind

town mediator

Knows how to get information from people

Good with kids

Hat style: Stetson

Bonus Hootsie

Southern Belle

She’s very good at protecting herself from unwanted attention

If you’ve never seen a Owlbear hold a pistol keep it that way

Hat style: Outback Diamond

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #gideon coal #kremy lecroux #morning frost #gricko grimgrin #twig toadspring #torbek #hootsie grimgrin #ouaw #coalecroux #ouaw hcs #Wild west au #hb&hb

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emilyprentissluvr · 9 months ago

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Heyyyy, hope you’re well! I have a very random Emily Prentiss X Fem!Reader request,I was just listening to Billie earlier and I feel like this would be a good lyric prompt “buy my sleepless nights are better, with you than nights could ever be alone” maybe early stages of relationship where Emily’s struggling to sleep on a case sharing a room with reader, so reader comforts her? Idk up to you if you wanna do it❤️🫶🫶🫶 ily

Halley's Comet (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

"But my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone"

Summary: In which Emily is having a hard time falling asleep, so you keep her company.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Emily stared at the ceiling, hoping the exhaustion in her body would catch up to her brain so she could finally get some sleep, but that was wishful thinking.

She turned to the right and saw you sprawled out next to her. Your head was on Emily's pillow, one leg wrapped around Emily's, and the other was almost hanging off the bed. Your arms were underneath you, and Emily wondered how you could sleep in such odd positions.

Honestly, she was jealous of your ability to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. Even in a dusty motel in the middle of Nebraska, you were out as soon as you closed your eyes.

She brushed some hair off your face and kissed you gently on the forehead before extracting herself from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. The two of you hadn't been together long; it had been merely two months since Emily nervously asked you to be her girlfriend, to which you answered yes before she could even get the full question out.

Emily walked across the room to find her bag and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

She made her way to the chair next to the window, curling her feet under her as she stared out the window.

She toyed with the cigarette box before reaching toward the window and opening a sliver. Just as she pulled a cigarette out and was about to light it, she saw your hand pluck the cigarette from hers. Emily froze, she hadn't even heard you getting out of bed.

"Busted," You chuckled sleepily as you grabbed the box and lighter from her hands as well, depositing them on the window sill.

"Couldn't sleep?" You asked as you stood in front of her.

"No. Sorry for waking you up." Emily said guiltily as she tugged you by the waist to sit on her lap. You giggled as you ungracefully landed on top of her.

"It's okay. I can't sleep without my heat source anyway." You said as you played with the ends of her hair.

"Is that all I am to you? A heat source?" Emily chuckled.

"Of course not! You're my personal chef, too!" You said, tapping the tip of her nose.

"You're spoiled rotten." She rolled her eyes, and you just smiled as you tucked her hair behind her ear, "Seriously though, Em, what's keeping you up? Anything I can do?"

"No, no, it's fine, sweetheart. You should go back to bed." She said, softly cupping your chin and giving you a quick kiss.

"I'm not tired anymore." You countered, which Emily knew was a complete lie because your eyelids were getting droopier by the second. And it was moments like this where Emily fell in love with you even more. Half asleep and insisting you weren't tired just so you could keep her company. What had she done to deserve you? Emily often wondered.

"We're like E.T. and Elliot. Whatever you feel, I feel." You added, and Emily chuckled as she pulled you further into her chest. "Only if I get to be Elliot," Emily said.

"Nope, you're older. You have to be E.T.," You said, poking her side.

"Hey!" Emily scoffed, and you laughed as you hid your face under her chin, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

"Mhm," Emily hummed as she ran a soothing hand across your back.

"I wish we had this view in D.C," You murmured after a couple of minutes, looking out the window. Stargazing was one of your favorite things to do with Emily. She knew all of the constellations and the stories behind them. She was like a never-ending spout of knowledge, and you could spend hours just listening to her talk.

"I know, right," Emily agreed quietly, "We see some of the most beautiful places for the worst reasons."

"Ironic," You murmured sleepily, trying your best to stay awake, but Emily was just so comfy.

"It is ironic; I mean, traditionally, beauty has been counted among the ultimate values of goodness, truth, and justice..." Emily continued, and you hummed in acknowledgment. You tried to listen to Emily's philosophical ramblings, but her voice and the light scratches against your back were a deadly combination. Something Emily knew very well...

"Hey! Stop trying to put me to sleep! I'm not tired." You said with a pout as you sat up slightly so you could be face-to-face with Emily.

"Honey, I promise you I'm fine." She said as she swiftly lifted you. You yelped in surprise, throwing your arms around her neck as she carried you back to the bed.

"You can go back to sleep," Emily said as she gently placed you on your side of the bed.

"Only if you join me," You said as you patted the spot next to you.

"Y/n..." Emily sighed.

"Trust me, please." You said, giving her your best pleading eyes that Emily could never say no to.

"Fine," She relented, and you just rolled your eyes at her dramatics.

You motioned for her to lay her head on your lap as you sat up. "Whenever we watch a movie, and I play with your hair, you always fall asleep," You said as Emily got her head situated on your thighs.

"That's because you insist on watching the same cheesy rom-coms over and over again," She mumbled as you started to lightly run your fingers through her hair.

"Hey! You don't hear me complaining whenever you force me to do a Lord of The Rings movie marathon." You argued back, scratching her scalp, and you were pleased to hear the soft hums coming from Emily.

"You little liar!" Emily laughed, "I do hear you complain, the entirety of the movie, I might add."

"That's not me complaining! I'm simply making commentary throughout the movie." You smiled.

"Sure," Emily appeased as she snuggled further into your lap.

You smiled as you spent the next couple of minutes playing with her hair. The sound of the rickety air conditioner was the only thing filling the quietness of the room.

"I should make you do this every night," Emily murmured after a while, and you were glad to hear the slight sleepiness in her tone.

"Now whose spoiled rotten?" You teased.

"Of course I'm the spoiled one. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Emily hummed as she turned her head to look up at you. Your heart clenched at her words and sleepy smile. You didn't know how to voice the words that could encompass just how much Emily meant to you. So you stuck with, "I love you," and hoped that she could tell how you felt just from three words.

But it was Emily, so of course she could read you like a book. "I love you more." She smiled as she lifted her head off your lap and laid it on the pillow. She opened her arms, and you immediately fell into them. Your head placed in the crook of her neck, and your legs intertwined together. "You think you can sleep now?" You murmured, your lips brushing against her neck.

"Yeah, turns out you're all I need," She smiled as she kissed the top of your head.

"So cheesy," You mumbled as you snuggled closer.

"Just for you," Emily said as she closed her eyes and let the soft sounds of your breath guide her to sleep.

Emily may have been in the middle of Nebraska, but she'd never felt more at home than being by your side.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds

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hannahbarberra162 · 3 months ago

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Hello 😊

I read some of your work and I really love them!

“Struck twice by lightning” is my favorite one 😍

I would like to request a drabble, if it’s ok for you…

Nsfw, Hongo (doctor of red haired pirates) x fem reader.

Have a nice day 💖

Well, I'm only 2 months late! Here you go, I hope you like it <3

Thank you to @gouraminnow and @sordidmusings for keeping me on the right track and reading / commenting on the second draft 600 months after the first.

Teacher's Pet

Hongo x Reader, ~2.9k, NSFW at the end.

“I mean, its pretty straightforward,” Hongo said, flexing Lucky’s big toe forwards and backwards as the chef winced. Lucky Roux was sitting on top of a crate by the docks as the Red Force was being loaded with cargo. They’d come to the island earlier that day but Hongo never liked to wait to buy his supplies. Medical supplies didn't spoil in the sun, so he always got his goods when he first hit town and once his duties were done he was able to enjoy partying and drinking with the crew. Hongo considered the massive foot on his lap as he palpated Lucky’s big toe again.

“You said you hit it on a barrel, it’s sprained but not broken. I’ll wrap it for you and you should keep off you feet until -”

“It’s not sprained Hogo,” a sing song voice called out to the doctor. Hongo stiffened - he hadn’t heard that nickname in years. Hongo’s eyes scanned the crowd, eagerly looking for the source among the throng of women coming to see and fawn over Shanks and Benn. Unable to locate who he was searching for, Hongo hadn’t realized his grip had tightened on Lucky’s foot until the larger man yelped and yanked back his foot. Hongo frowned and began to apologize to his crew mate.

“Sorry Lucky, I thought I thought I heard -”

“You heard another doctor correcting your assessment. That’s the beginning stages of gout, Hongo. Not a sprain,” you said while Lucky’s foot as you stepped out from behind the crates. Whipping his head around to see you, Hongo took a deep breath to center himself and hopefully embarrass himself less as he took in your gorgeous form. He’d never been able to keep his cool around you, not all those years ago and apparently not now either. Hongo hadn’t seen you since medical school but recognized you immediately. You were a little older but looked just as lovely as the last time he saw you in medical school before he dropped out.

“Hi Hogo, remember me?,” you said, waggling your fingers at him. Hongo realized he was staring at you, Lucky’s foot still in his hand. Setting his friend’s foot down, Hongo wiped his hands on his pants before facing you fully.

“Still as hygenic as ever I see,” you teased, setting yourself down on the crate next to his own. Hongo flushed, he’d been with the Red Haired Pirates for so long it had become second nature to wipe his hands on his clothes when they weren’t covered in booze or blood. Lucky turned from looking at you to Hongo as a wide smile appeared on his face.

“And who’re you? Hongo never said he knew a pretty lady on this island,” Lucky said, already reaching for the drumstick he set next to his seat on the crate. You reached out and smacked his hand, taking the drumstick away from him in one fell swoop. You ignored Lucky’s question to ask one of your own to Hongo.

“What does the diet of a pirate on the Red Force look like?” you asked, swinging your feet as they dangled off the crate.

“Heavy in red meat, fish and crustaceans, and especially alcohol,” he said with an annoyed air. He’d forgotten how smarmy you could be when you were right and he was wrong.

“And Hongo, if a patient has the beginning stages of gout, what should they refrain from eating and drinking?” you asked in a singsong tone, twirling the bone in your delicate hands. Hongo huffed and crossed his hands across his chest.

“A patient with the beginning stages of gout should refrain from eating red meat, a diet heavy in fish and crustaceans and avoid drinking alcohol,” he answered, still unamused.

“WHA - I can’t do that! No, no, this is just a sprain I hit my foot on a crate, tell her Hongo, c’mon tell her-” Lucky started begging as his favorite foods practically flashed before his eyes. Hongo pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d missed it himself, he should really be thanking you. The sprained toe was a red herring and he’d fallen for it like some first year medical student.

“Unfortunately Lucky, she’s right. You have gout in your left big toe. You’re gonna have to change your diet otherwise you’ll be in excruciating pain. It’s ok though, we’ll all do it with ya. It will be good for us to all be a little healthier,” Hongo said, placating the chef. After a moment of consideration he added, “probably not the alcohol though, you’re on your own for that one.” Lucky gave Hongo a horrified look and quickly put his shoe back on. Your tinkling laugh filled the air, making Hongo flush once more.

“I’m gonna - you - I…I’m gonna tell Captain what you said. He can - he can override you!” Lucky stammered, looking at you like you were the devil incarnate. Lucky gave one last horrified look before limping off to find his errant Captain. You laughed as Hongo sighed, still eating the meat off the bone.

“‘S good, I can see why he’s reluctant to stop,” you said after chewing and swallowing another bite.

“Yeah, Lucky’s one of the best chefs on the seas. Good enough for an Emperor,” he said proudly.

“And his doctor isn’t? C’mon Hogo, that was sloppy work,” you chided, setting down the meat. Hongo remembered this side of you so clearly from medical school - you always rubbed things in his face when he got them wrong. The two of you were always vying for highest scores in class, but you always seemed to eek by and win the top spot by a few points. Hongo didn’t retort to your comment but he did stand up and brush off his now soiled pants.

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser, it really was nice seeing you again,” you said, standing up yourself. You extended your hand for a handshake and Hongo almost laughed. You had been the number one star of his sexual fantasies all of his formative years, he’d probably spent just as much time wondering what your tits looked like under your medical coat as he did poring over medical texts. He wasn’t going to blow the opportunity to finally hear what you sounded like when you came if he could swing it. Fate had your paths crossing again and fortune favored the bold.

Grabbing your hand, he pulled you close to his chest as if in a dancer’s pose. You were flush to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“H-hongo! What are you -”

“Come to dinner with me,” he said, your face close enough to his own where he could move a hair forward and your lips would touch.

“You can’t just do that to people! What if I have a boyfriend or husband?” you sputtered, trying to push Hongo back to create space between you. He didn’t let you but pressed you even closer to his front, so close he could detect the faint smell of rubbing alcohol always present on any practicing doctor.

“Do you?” Hongo challenged, sure of the answer. He wasn’t sure why, he just trusted his gut that you were single.

“Well, no,” you huffed, the air from your mouth moving your stray hairs out of your face in a gesture Hongo remembered all too well.

“Then say yes to dinner with me tonight.” You bit your lip but he saw the same determined glance you made when you finally cracked a difficult diagnosis.

“Yes.”

A few hours and drinks later and the two of you were walking near the island’s main drag under the light of the moon on the way back to your house. Hongo had regaled you with stories of the Red Haired Pirates and the adventures they’d been on and you’d filled him in on the life you’d had since he’d left medical school. He noticed early on that you were vague about the details of your life and had shifted the conversation to be mostly about him and his adventures on the high seas with the Emperor and his crew.

What he had gotten out of you was that you were the island’s top ranked physician - which didn’t surprise Hongo in the slightest. The island was a rich and well liked summer island, known for its fine weather and beautiful scenery, and you had worked your way to the top.

“So no husbands or boyfriends in all those years?” Hongo prodded, reaching for your hand. You let him take it and he threaded his fingers around your own and swung your hands as you continued to walk.

“Mm, there were some. But no one worth talking about,” you said, your eyes shifting to look at the distance. Hongo frowned, there was something there, but he didn’t want to prod and ruin the nice mood between you. “What about you, Hogo? A woman at every port?” you teased, switching the conversation yet again back to him. Hongo was about to answer when he saw a familiar cloak flapping in the wind as a figure left a rowdy bar down the street. Hongo clung to the slim hope that his Captain would let things lie, or maybe not even see him but after so many years together, Hongo knew in his heart that the outcome was already set in stone.

“Hongo! Over here!” Shanks yelled, waving his arm in the air. Hongo exhaled through his nose as your attention shifted to Shanks. Maybe - maybe - Shanks wouldn’t put together who you were to Hongo. Many years prior, once and only once, when Hongo had been blackout drunk he’d mentioned you to Shanks. You were the girl he always wished he would have asked out when he had the chance, the one who got away, the only girl who ever made him flustered enough to yell - and you’d yelled right back.

Everyone including the Captain had been completely trashed and Shanks teased Hongo relentlessly that night about his little classmate who bested him in every subject and hadn't let under her skirt. Hongo prayed Shanks wouldn’t remember past the next day when the crew was so hungover everyone but Beckman was puking over the side of the ship.

Hongo held his breath as Shanks sidled up to you and Hongo. Shanks put on his most charismatic smile and introduced himself. “Hiya Hongo! Fancy seeing you here tonight. I was wondering where you were, you weren’t in the keg stand competition with us. Seems you’re off on a date with a beautiful lady,” Shanks said, flipping his hair out of his eyes and flashing his smile again. You smiled back and Hongo’s grip on your hand tightened slightly.

“Captain, this is -” Hongo started to introduce you before his Captain cut him off.

“I know who she is, she went to medical school with you, right? Lucky told me an evil doctor proved you wrong by the docks. Could only be one person, yeah? You mentioned her intelligence over the years but not how lovely she is,” Shanks said with a grin, taking your free hand and kissing it with a bow. You giggled and sported a shy smile as Hongo’s drinks soured in his stomach. Stupid charismatic Captain.

“Pleased to meet you, Emperor,” you said formally with a small bow of your own.

“Ah, for an old friend of an old friend, I’m just Shanks,” Shanks said easily. Making eye contact with Hongo, Shanks continued with a smirk, “enjoy the night, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

“That doesn’t really rule anything out besides drinking water regularly,” Hongo said under his breath. You and Shanks laughed as the Captain began to saunter away.

“Have a good night, Hogo,” Shanks said in a sing song voice. Hongo took a deep breath to prevent himself from yelling at his own Captain.

Shanks remembered.

“Ah, ah. That is not the correct answer. Read from the book in front of you,” Hongo said as he smacked your (already red) ass again. You were bent over the desk in your office, your medical coat and skirt flipped up as Hongo thrust into you at an even pace. You were still in your heels from the date and the tiny underwear he’d pulled down were now tangled around your ankles. His own come was forming a creamy ring around the base of his cock as he continued to fuck you silly.

“I-it is n-not possible for a p-patient to ha-hah hah-have both type 1 and type 2 diab-betes -”

“You see? A proper student will always nnh be diligent in their studies, never negligent. Isn’t that right?” Hongo asked, his right hand rubbing strong circles on your clit. His left hand was fisted in your hair, keeping you in perfect position to read from the medical textbook in front of you on the desk. You’d already come on his cock once that night but he wasn’t giving you any quarter to hide. Taking you bent over a desk in your lab coat was Hongo’s primary fantasy for years, he wasn’t about to stop now. It had been a challenge to convince you to put the lab coat on but it was paying off now that his younger fantasies were coming to life.

“B-but that’s not true,” you whined, panting as he increased his pace in both his thrusts and on your clit.

“What does the b-book say?” he asked as he felt your combined juices between his fingers. He was close to his own release but he never wanted this night to end. His only regret was that he wasn’t able to fuck you in every position simultaneously - but the night was still young.

“Must I repeat myself? What does the textbook say on the matter?” Hongo said in as stern a voice as he could imagine. He was throwing some of the barbs you’d tossed at him in medical school back at you as you writhed beneath him. This evening was playing out just like his distracted visions all those years previously.

“B-but this is out-outdated information - patients with type 1 diabetes can develooooHH~” your words were cut off as he gently released your hair and used his hand to push on your lower back, pinning you further to the desk and increasing the pressure on your gspot. If he could have, he would have gotten the little student desks he was crammed in back then to bend you over but your official looking desk was a great second choice. He knew you were right, the book was outdated but he didn’t feel like having that particular discussion at that moment.

“H-Hongo, I’m close, I’m gonna -” Hongo smacked your ass cheek hard and removed his fingers from your clit, making you wail your displeasure. Hongo pushed you further up the desk and flipped you over, taking your panties off your ankles and throwing them behind him. Your feet were on his shoulders as he pushed himself back into you before starting to thrust again.

“Good students ask before coming,” Hongo said, gritting his teeth against his own pleasure. He wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was barely holding on while you were also riding the edge. He put his thumb back where his fingers were previously but didn’t start rubbing again.

“No - please! Please, let me come, please Hongo -” Hongo hummed and rubbed your clit slowly, much to your dismay.

“Say that I’m right,” Hongo growled in your ear.

“You’re right, you’re ri-ight, I’m wrong -” Hongo nearly came on the spot after finally hearing the words he’d yearned for so long. He sped up the circles on your clit with his thumb and pressed down on your lower stomach with the other hand. Your lower back arched up to try to escape the sensation but Hongo easily kept you in place. He was fucking you roughly, the lovely tits he’d been waiting decades to see bouncing as he filled you to the brim.

“I can’t - can’t -” you begged, your hands trying to dislodge his own from your stomach. Hongo guessed the feeling was overwhelming but he wasn’t relenting. Your whining increased as Hongo felt the pulsing of your tight pussy getting ready for release. Removing his hand, Hongo lightly smacked your clit, making you hoarsely yell your orgasm into the night. He kept rubbing your clit through your high, happy to see you losing yourself over his cock. When you’d finally come down from your high, your chest was flushed as you sucked in deep breaths of air.

“Good girl,” Hongo said, leaning over to kiss you sweetly. Your cheeks reddened and you looked away but you didn’t say anything further. Hongo pulled out and picked you up, carrying you over to the loveseat in your office. Settling you on his lap, Hongo started pecking your shoulders affectionately, giving you time to recover. You were a little out of it, blissed out as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“B-but, you didn’t come -” you said, picking your head up.

“Don’t worry. We’ve only covered the skeletal and endocrine system. There’s nine other organ systems I’ll be testing you on.”

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff

#op x y/n #x reader #hongo #hongo x reader #red haired pirates #teacher's pet #it was only like a lot late guys #reader insert #I've never written Hongo before #Hope it turned out ok #he doesn't get much screen time #but I have Thoughts about what he'd be like #ask and ye shall receive

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