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“Point taken,” he said. “Anyway, let me drive you home. It’s late and you’ve been through a lot. I don’t want you to collapse in the street, you still seem a bit shaky.”

“That’s just because I haven’t had dinner,” Ed said dismissively.

“Oh god, Ed, what was I thinking? You must be starving! I’ll get you something!” Stede shouted, already half on his way to the kitchen to make Ed a sandwich, cursing himself for being so negligent of Ed’s needs.

“I’ll take this if it’s okay,” Ed said, pointing at the piece of chocolate tart Stede had abandoned on the table earlier, with an expression on his face that would have put a shelter puppy trying to get adopted to shame.

“Oh, of course,” Stede replied. “I was actually saving that for you …”

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The steady drip of water off his face soon matched his heartbeat, slowing the longer he rest.

It's hardly a ship of tea-drinkers; Lucius just tells him that tea is tea is tea. Black Pete probably doesn't even know how to spell it, for goodness’ sake. Opportunities to show off this particular collection with someone who properly gets it are few and far between, and Stede is hardly one to turn down such an opportunity.

The problem, then, is actually two problems:

1) In order to give Ed the full experience, he chose not to limit his tea tasting selection to only the sleepytime ones, and now he's wide awake and jittering out of his skin.

2) He really, really needs to urinate.

WiP snippet for my upcoming One Piece fanfic The Ritual:

"She was beautiful, the young woman that had been Sanji Vinsmoke. She was especially beautiful lying in Doflamingo's bed, naked except the exquisite combination of silk strips, pearls and gold. The blues glittered like sapphires, still incoherent from pleasure, pink lips gasping in moans, occasional shiver of pleasure still running through her.

"Daddy?" The trembling voice didn't sound like a plea for more. Well, not only that. No, she had something in her mind, which was impressive. Usually mortals ceased having such things as thoughts when riding high on incubus pheromones.

Doflamingo brushed her tears away gently, licked his fingers for the taste. "Yes, princess?"

"You promised me a new Contract." An attempt of a pout, but her body squirmed, a long leg slid between his.

"I did. As soon as you stop distracting me we might even talk about it, but as long as you're begging for something else there's no need for such business negotiations." He grinned, teasing.

She whined, managed to even sound frustrated despite her body turning toward her like it was still hungry. It was, of course it was. It would never cease being so. However…

"I did just cure you, my sweet. If you wish to speak to me now would be a good point. Before I kiss you again."

She sighed, already very well aware that the moment the incubus kissed her the lust in her veins would become a craving bordering on insanity until the cure in the form of his seed entered her. It was a beautiful hunting mechanism in its simplicity, fed the incubus with all the lust he needed. Well. All the lust a single mortal was able to experience.

"You told me of warlocks, daddy. …what kind of contract is that?""

Screenshot of a document with the word "bowl" highlighted. The text reads "Then one of the Wen cultivators hid a sliver of meat inside his bowl. Lan Wangji had immediately retched. He had no experience to tell him whether the meat was actually spoiled, but the unexpected smell of cooked flesh, to Lan Wangji, was not unlike the rancid smell of a fierce corpse fresh from the grave."

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"I knew ya missed me in yer sleep," Atsumu teased, getting rid of the sheets that separated them before pressing close again, with one muscular thigh between Kiyoomi's. "Ya know, sometimes I wake up and hear ya makin' these sweet little noises. Like," she said, then let her voice go high as she made soft little whimpers to illustrate her point.

Kiyoomi felt her cheeks warm, smacking Atsumu's side even as she wrapped her legs around the one between hers to better grind against it. The pressure against her clit felt amazing, even through her panties, and she tried not to let it show too much when she protested, "I do not."

"Ya do, it's adorable. I always wonder if yer dreamin' about me…" Atsumu resumed the kisses along her neck, climbing up to her ear before murmuring, "Are ya, baby?"

"Hmm," Kiyoomi hummed vaguely.