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Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥
Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender.
Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :)
WC: 1.2K
inspired by this gif
Impatient.
Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.
You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.
It was puzzling.
A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.
It made you…desperate.
Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?
Someone else?
So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.
“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.
“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”
Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”
“What does that have to do with fucking?”
“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”
“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”
Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.
“Really? A guy like him??”
“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”
“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”
Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.
“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”
“WHAT?!”
“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.
Transparency.
And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.
You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.
The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.
“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.
You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”
Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.
You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”
You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”
He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”
“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”
Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”
You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.
“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.
“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”
“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.
“…Condoms exist…”
“I KNOW THAT!”
Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”
Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”
“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.
That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”
“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”
“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”
He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”
“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.
With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.
Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.
“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”
#eustass kid#what would you teach him first?#dont feed the thot after midnight#she turns into a whoremone monster#swampstew bedtime stories#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid x you#eustasscaptainkid#quinloki#sorry for being a tease though#my brain melted#in a good way
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Everyone make sure to say thank you to @quinloki for being the little creative devil and/or angel on my shoulder that whispers naughty thoughts. A big smooch on the head and a homemade double chocolate chip brownie for them for proofing and editing and gassing me up♥
Summary: You weren't supposed to be on this island but sometimes fate decides to throw you a lemon. Here's lemonade. Hope it quenches your thirst.
Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; pre-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; dubious consent, bit of knife play but no blood, creampie, cumplay, dom/sub dynamics, kind of reads as Yandere Kid at first because he's an intimidating asshole.
WC: 2.3K
Minors DNI.
story inspired by the above gif from Cowboy Bebop
Bad luck. Dirty, rotten, awful bad luck to have been at this specific port on this specific day. Your intention was to stay until you found a ship heading in the direction you were mapping out – it couldn’t have been more than two days when all hell broke loose.
When they arrived.
Anyone who had half a brain cell in the New World knew exactly who the Kid Pirates were, and the first rule of survival was stay away from them at all costs.
No such luck.
You hauled ass as soon as the rampage started. Being in the middle of the town, you had a head start to run in the opposite direction as the pirates decimated the crowd. You intended to double back towards the dockyard so you could jump on any pitiful rowboat and get the hell outta there, sea kings or ocean monsters be damned.
That proved to be your mistake.
Perhaps you had waited too long to run back to the shipyard, or perhaps it just wasn’t your day. All you knew was that the second you peered around the junk and broken trash that littered the yard, you could immediately feel a deadly presence.
It was overwhelming, like a blanket of death trying to wrap around your figure. You weren’t sure where the feeling of being watched was coming from, you were so sure there wasn’t anybody on the dock aside from dead bodies, and yet a prickly feeling on the back of your neck told you, you’re in danger.
So you ran. Ducking between boxes and broken structures, you tried so hard to run where a small sailing boat sat lopsided off the beach. But before you could make it halfway, you felt the pull of all the metals on your person halt you briefly before you went flying backwards. Your eyes watered from the velocity, your ears deafened by the whistling of the air mixed with wicked laughter.
Your back slammed against the wooden deck of the punk ship. Your belongings were already gone, you heard the stomping of heavy boots making their way towards you as you fought to regain your breath from the impact. You could hear items being dropped as the steps grew nearer, until all you could see and hear was him.
Eustass Fucking Kid.
In his massive hand, he twirled your switchblade as he squatted over you. His golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he drank deep your adrenaline and fear.
“Do you fear death?” he darkly chuckled.
“Y-y-yes,” you whispered.
“Aye, everyone who has the misfortune to run into me usually ends up dead. Didn’t expect such a pretty little thing to dart between the wreckage. Was very sure we slaughtered everyone in the port already. So where did you come from?”
You tried to look anywhere but him and he didn’t like that. With a tsk, he firmly pressed your blade against your cheek, forcing you to look at him again.
“I don’t like asking twice,” he growled.
“I w-was in the town when I he-he-heard that your crew had docked a-and were making their way th-through the island. I-I-I thought I could outrun the r-rampage and steal a b-bo-boat when n-no one was here.”
“You thought wrong,” he sneered at you, eyes scanning up and down your body. “Shitty luck really. I got bored quickly and decided to let the crew have fun while I hung back to enjoy the peace an’ quiet. I wasn’t expecting entertainment to find me,” he snickered.
“I’m—“ you gasped as he dug the blade tip to your cheek, not quite cutting into you, maybe only really slicing the first or second layer of dermis. “I’m not a threat, ju-just please. Do-don’t hurt me. I did-dn’t want to be here in the fffirst place!”
Kid’s eyes narrowed but the sneer didn’t soften, “Who said anything about hurtin’ ya?”
That made your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, “Are you joking?”
“HAAH?!” he came down from the squat to kneel beside you, “Jus’ cause I kill people from time ta’ time don’t mean I don’t know when to separate business from pleasure,” his leer was gone, in its place a smirk that didn’t make you feel any safer. “What? Don’t think a big asshole like me knows how to fuck a lady all proper like?”
“Wh—at is h-happening?”
Kid’s smirk got wider, “I ain’t gonna kill ya because I’d rather fuck ya. Sound like a preferrable option?”
“I have a ch-choice?”
“Yeah! Inside or outside the ship?”
You choked out the sob that tried to escape your throat, letting out a low whimper instead.
“Awww don’t do that. I haven’t even done anything yet. I promise ya’ you’ll be moaning in a good way if you play nice.”
Defeated, you close your eyes and lay your head back with a nod, praying for it to be over quickly and not end painfully.
“Nooooooo I want you to want it,” Kid’s tone was taunting but with a softer edge. “It’s no fun if you’re not into it. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to beg for me when you realize you can’t get enough of me.”
Your face flushed with color, brain muddled with confusing feelings. Through your thoughts your eyes wandered over his bare body. His sculpted physique was barely covered by his feathered coat and loose hanging pants. The cloth belt didn’t hide the dark red happy trail that slipped along his lower abs.
His dry chuckle brought you back, “Like what you see?”
You nodded truthfully.
“Good, I like your honesty,” he praised you, lowering the blade and brushing his knuckles softly against your skin. His hand moved down your body, not quite touching you, until you felt the blade tip against your soft torso, just below your top. With deliberately slow motions, Kid brought the blade through the top and your bra. Ruined fabric fell to the sides as your breasts spilled out, Kid licked his lips before pulling back entirely.
“I like yer tits too,” he grinned with a wink before tossing the blade off to the side, quite far from where you had any hopes of reaching it.
He pulled his belts off first, then his boots, lastly sweeping the massive coat from off his shoulders and to the floor. With fluid motions he moved your body to lay over the coat and the warmth had a calming effect on you almost immediately. His musky scent clung to the air: oil, metal, iron, aftershave – you felt lightheaded as the smell overwhelmed you, lulling you into a sense of comfort.
Kid knelt over your body once more, arms and legs caging you in between his body, leaning close until he pressed his growing erection against your hip. You let out a slight jolt from the heaviness of it as he pressed his searing hot chest against your exposed breasts, flattened beneath him as he pinned you to the deck. Slowly pressing the air out of you as you started lightly gasping.
“How about it? Wanna…fuck around? I’ll make it good for ya.”
You felt yourself nodding rapidly, bewitched by his domineering presence. He rose slightly and reached his arm between your bodies to unfasten your shorts, pushing them down and off before he unzipped his own pants. His hand stayed as he teased himself first before lifting his glistening fingers to your lips. Precum.
Without wasting a second, your tongue darted out to lick his essence.
“That’s a good pet.”
His crimson lips smashed into yours, his hands palmed and squeezed your breasts, his knees barely holding the bulk of his weight as he began lightly grinding on you. You let out a gaspy moan only to be taken by his tongue as it greedily shoved its way inside your mouth. Little grunts and whimpers spilled from your lips as Kid’s fingers danced along your body, creeping lower and lower until they crept over the waistband of your panties.
When you made no signs of distress, his hand slid over your covered mound and his painted fingers pushed against your soaked core, feeling the sheer volume of slick spilling from you. Rubbing it slowly, his fingers finally gave you relief as he pushed the pantie roughly to the side and ran up and down your slit, spreading your wetness to make a mess.
“Heh, knew you’d like me,” Kid kissed you as he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you. Reaching deep inside you to find your sweet spot. He let out a pleased hiss as your pussy clenched around his fingers as he explored you, his thumb reaching around to press down on your clit and rub circles over it. Your whimpering became higher pitched as your body threatened to succumb to the carnal pleasure he was rushing into you.
You creamed on his hand as he teased out your first orgasm, pumping his fingers as you rode the wave and stilled them when you came down.
“Did ya like that?” he asked you, and it was the first time you didn’t hear malice or mockery in his voice. You panted out a yes, surprised yourself with your answer. “Gotta do that a few times so you can take my cock.”
Fully naked, your body was covered in sweat and your own slick, and Kid still hadn’t taken his pants off. Your legs were quivering as he withdrew his head from between your thighs, panties long discarded and missing in action.
“I think you’re ready. You taste like sweet desperation.”
You nodded dumbly as you watched him stand and drop his pants and underwear, slightly stumbling as he kneeled over you. You watched his cock dangle from his position, the engorged head dripping with precum and throbbing for you.
Kissing and sucking your breasts before trailing to your jaw, he whispered below your ear, “Anything you wanna say t’me?”
You hummed in lightheaded confusion, trying to contemplate his question through the haze of bliss.
The feeling of his tip pressing against your pelvis jolted you back to the moment as it slowly dragged over you, grazing against you slick covered clit. You could swear your clit vibrated in yearning as your hips tilted for more friction. He moved fluidly enough to not give you what you want while still teasing you and leaving a trail of precum on your skin.
Clarity struck you, “P-please Kid. I want you so bad. I want your cock in me so fucking much! Yo-you can’t stop now!”
Kid chuckled, “You sure?”
“Yes! FUCK please I’ll do anything! Just split me open!!” you cry out, flustered and embarrassed.
The puffy head slipped past your needy hole and you let him slide in with little resistance. Mouth opened in pleasure but no sound coming out as you felt the thick, veiny dick pushing into you – realizing just then but not really caring that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He let out a hum that turned into a growl as he pushed in until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. Rocking into you a few times as pleased cries tumbled from your mouth, he finally spoke.
“Anything huh? I’ll need to think about that…”
You felt him pull out until the head of his cock was just slipping out before he slammed back into you, “Anything is so broad, what am I looking for?” he spoke to himself, you being so cockdrunk you were more like a sleeve, unable to conjure an answer even if you tried.
As you came violently against his cock, he stopped his movements to say, “I know, I want to keep you. What say you?” and began grinding into you as your body spasmed from the overstimulation.
You were in too deep, unsure if you truly had a choice in the matter since the moment your back hit the floor. Still on the floor as the menace above you rocked your world repeatedly as if to point out what you’d be missing if you said no. Choice or no choice, your body answered for you as the overstimulation he drove into you forced another blissful orgasm from you.
“YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!” you sobbed from the pleasure and pain, your fear overtaken by lust induced mania. Your hips slammed against his as you came, wrapping your ankles around his hips to keep him inside you so you could drown in the constant high. “YES I WANT THIS I WANT YOU I NEED YOU!!!!!” your voice went hoarse.
Kid let out a moan as he threw his head back, “Fuck yes, I’m glad you see it my way,” he rocked his hips fiercely against yours, grabbing your ass with bruising force as he fucked you. The sound of squelching should have been embarrassing but you were too blissed out to notice or care, on the cusp of another orgasm as he was grinding his cock against your g-spot.
“I’ll treat you good, pet,” he promised, holding you down and rutting into you before letting out his own cry. You cried out with him as you saw white flood over you and static buzzing overtake your senses. Your body shaking as he came in you and you came on him. Then you could feel warmth spreading through you, coming from where you were connected. Kid panted as he pressed his forehead into yours as he finally stilled his hips. He slowly kissed your face and lips as he pulled himself out of you.
“Just gotta make it official,” he gave you a tired but mischievous smirk.
You were too exhausted to react, hardly flinching as you felt his calloused fingers playing with the cum that was leaking out of you. He brought his dripping fingers to your pelvis and drew a ‘K.’ He repeated the motion to draw ‘K’s on your breasts, hips, cheeks, all over your body. You could feel the cum harden on your skin as it dried out while he worked.
“There. You’re mine now. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
#dont feed the thot after midnight#she turns into a whoremone monster#eustass kid#swampstew bedtime stories#eustass kid smut#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid x you#eustasscaptainkid#quinloki#cw dubious consent#tw blade#x reader
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How aboutttt Fluff 'Simple Touches' with Trafalgar Law? if there's still room for requests
Hello Sto♥ Thank you so much for your patience while I was going through it. I hope this has all the fluff you wanted♥ You requested fluffy, simple touches and I give you [ Sleep ] falling asleep on the other’s shoulder
Oh Captain, My Captain Law
Warnings: None. Fluff and domestic stuffs.
Word count: 711
Your shoulder became burdened with the heaviness of Law’s weary head. The two of you had been sitting on the couch in his room, reading. Well, had been reading. Law had been studying texts on gene splicing and you had been reading that book you’d been meaning to read but kept putting off because you never had the time.
It finally had its moment. It’s perfectly unbent spine had been creased while you read the first 10 chapters when Law had fallen asleep. With a quiet sigh, you folded the corner of the page and set the book aside.
Leaning back more comfortably, Law’s hat became displaced and you took it off. Your fingers brushed against his silky, black locks when you moved the puffy white hat, and you couldn’t help but touch them again, carefully running your fingers and weaving them between his strands.
Law let out a content sigh and his breathing deepened, and you took it as permission to continue at a slower pace.
If you were honest with yourself, it’s the first time you’ve seen Law look so at ease. Or so tired that he promptly passed out. Either way, his face looked free of conflict, free of scowling. The lines on his forehead gone, the tight clenching of his jaw also gone.
Your fingers ran down his face, grazing against the unshaven stubble along his jawline. Fingertips gently pressed against his chin as you eyed his lips. Pressed in a thin line like always, you smirked to yourself.
You’ve been with Law a few years now and it seemed like the only time he looked rested was when he was with you, and not just because he got actual sleep. You liked to think to yourself that you brought the chronically introverted man some peace. Always planning, always researching, Law worked surprisingly hard for a Worst Generation pirate that wasn’t busy conquering territories or otherwise naming himself King.
He wouldn’t tell you the whole truth of what he was presently trying to figure out – but that’s expected. Law’s a doctor, a man who respected science and all the steps involved. He wouldn’t reveal anything until he tested his theories and hypothesis and found conclusions. Good or bad results.
His lithe body gently stretched before he leaned into you some more. You turned your body towards his so he could settle into you at an incline that was better for his neck and spine alignment. Tucking his head where your shoulder and neck met, his hair lightly tickled you as he settled comfortably in your embrace.
Your chin sat on his head as you ruminated in the memories of your time together. The day you joined his crew, the length of time it took for him to open up to you, the day you confessed your feelings towards each other. So deep in your nostalgia you didn’t realize your arm moved to rest across his tattooed chest, fingers partially under the v-cut of his cotton t-shirt, hugging the man to your body.
You didn’t notice the sly smile on his face either. And you wouldn’t for another 8 minutes as you replayed memories, daydreamed of new ones, all the while stroking his scalp and tightening your hold on him almost reflexively from time to time.
Law didn’t say anything, not wanting to break the spell of tranquility the two of you were in. He was perfectly aware of how absent he’d been recently, and he wasn’t one to state the obvious so instead he chose to give in to his deepest desire. To rest with you. To be at ease, not interrupted, to live in a state of blissful quiet.
Damn the near inaudible groan he let out when your fingers slowly grazed his scalp in a delightful way.
“How long have you been up?” you asked him.
He scrunched his eyes, half hoping he could pretend but he was never that good an actor, “Never went to sleep actually. I just wanted to rest my eyes.”
“And your head, and your back, and your body,” you quip, hugging him.
“Well who am I to say no to such patient and loving arms.”
“If you wanted to cuddle, you could have said so.”
“Tch, pirates don’t cuddle.”
#trafalgar law#oh captain my captain mini event#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar law x you#swampstew bedtime stories#swampstew#swampstew stories#trafalgar d water law#one piece fanfiction
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All good things to those who wait
You all voted and I have delivered. Enjoy your size kink with the magnificent Charlotte Katakuri. Not proofread cause I'm on painkillers and my tolerance for giving a shit is nowhere in sight.
Content Warning: Spicy, established relationship w/ Reader, vaginal penetration, soft Katakuri moments, teasing, size kink, cum play, thigh fucking, finger penetration, AFAB reader.
Word Count: 2.8K
Minors DNI - you will be blocked
Desire was laced in your glazed eyes, echoing from your little gasps as your body twitched. The deep rumbles of chuckling resounded throughout Katakuri’s torso as he towered over you. He dipped his head down and tickled your body with his feather scarf, plucking a single feather and running it lightly over your body.
Even this one single feather was monstrous in size compared to you, easily being three quarters of your height and that was one of the smaller ones too! Lowering it’s reach, the feather trail left goosebumps on your skin and little shudders running down your spine. Your legs spread open by his bare thigh, he brought the feather down your slit and you clenched and whined on the vibrating dildo inside you on its lowest setting.
Katakuri loved being delicate with you almost as much as he loved being a huge tease.
“Please Kata!” you gasp. “It’s been 30 minutes!”
“My merienda is over when I say it’s over. I haven’t even tasted my delicious treat yet,” he rasped, lowering his body to the floor until he was kneeling in front of your exposed body, removing his scarf from his lower face. He was drooling.
“Kata!” you whine.
“What?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, you love when he eats you out. “Oh, do you want a turn taking the first taste?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“You know, for a man with future vision you sure are behind on what I really want,” you huff at him.
He pulled away.
“We’ve talked about this, Y/N.”
“Just the tip!”
“I could break you!” he snapped. This same fight is happening again. You’ve been dating for about a year and he only recently truly shown you his face, the more relaxed version of him when he wasn’t ‘Sweet Commander and Second Son of Charlotte Linlin’ Katakuri. He didn’t understand why you would risk your literal life like this. How could he possibly handle LOSING you over a few minutes of bliss? Inconceivable.
“I’m tired of toys and promises Kata!” you nearly sob.
You want him so so much. Want to feel his entire girth stretch you open, to let him use you to bring himself to heaven. His little plaything, but also the one who has won his heart. It just wasn’t fair. The perfect man with the perfect body. The only thing imperfect…had to be you...you were the common denominator. It was Your Size that was preventing him from overcoming his insecurities.
In an instant, Katakuri covers your body with his and gently kisses your face, caressing your body tenderly. Feeling his sheer weight envelope you like a weighted blanket, your tears soon stopped flowing as you sniffled into quiet sadness.
“I can make a mochi appen—”
“NO! Either fuck me or don’t!”
“Oh I’ll fuck you alright,” he growled, swiftly pinning your arms above you with two fingers. His free hand moving down to place a single, massive digit rubbing you from slit to clit. “You don’t COMMAND me.”
He sunk his finger in and you clenched tightly, pussy sucking him in deeper.
“Kata!” you gasp as your body was flooded with heat, pooling in your lower half.
His finger thrusted in and out quickly and you were soon bucking your hips against his finger. He slipped in a second finger and pressed vigorously against your walls going faster and faster until you were pulsing and sobbing in pleasure. A low whine leading into a moan heralding your orgasm as you clenched repeatedly on his fingers. He lets you ride it out before slowly removing his drenched hand. He glared at you as his tongue wiped the creamy mess you left on his fingers.
“I’m not talking about this today. End of discussion.” He helped you get clean and he made sure you were ok emotionally before he left.
You could only sigh deeply. You wondered how long he would be interested in you if he couldn’t have you the way most people would want a partner. Not that he’d ever pressure you, in fact he was the complete opposite. Almost TOO cautious. Afraid he would scar you with his teeth, break your bones with his fingers or split you in half with his giant co— You shake your head, no use in beating yourself down with what you can’t have. Wouldn’t serve you or your throbbing body.
Almost a month goes by and you were a little on edge. You had started seeing less of Katakuri and your worst fears were slowly settling into your mind. As of recently he was sent on a mission by Big Mom and had been gone for nearly two weeks. Even before he left he was not intimately connected, simply pleasured you and denied himself…again.
Then one day he appeared with a bouquet of flowers, an apology falling out of his concealed lips as you fought the urge to give him a piece of your mind for the CARELESSNESS. He’s never treated you that poorly before. Sweet promises swiftly followed the apology, a dinner date for tomorrow evening with an explanation for everything.
“Please? 7 at my house?” his usually sharp, magenta eyes were soft, pleading with your Y/E/C irises.
“Ok. But if I don’t find your explanation satisfactory, there will be angry words uttered!”
7 PM arrives the next day and as you slowly walk up to his mansion of a residence, you see a line of the house staff being ushered out from one of the side exits. Puzzled, your step falters as the front door opens. You see Smoothie in the doorway and she motions for you to come inside.
“Don’t worry I won’t be here long. Katakuri is waiting for you in the dining room,” she greets you and pushes you on with a wave.
Your eyes prick with tears as you see him stand next to the set table. The best glassware and decorations sat on the wooden surface. You were so confused you were ready to crumble.
Katakuri removes his shoulder wear and drapes it on the back of a chair. His eyes looked somber.
“I’m so sorry for the distance I’ve created. I have felt like…” he looked to the floor for a moment before looking back at you, “Such a failure in this relationship. I do what I can to please you but I know you want more from me and I struggle with how to meet those demands. So that’s what I’ve been doing. I went to check on one of our…associates to see how far he’s come along on his testing for a growth serum. It’s priority use is a matter for Momma and her other affairs but I thought that if it was ready that…” he trailed off. “But its not done. Not even close to being started. Don’t think that fool Caesar knows what he’s gotten himself into,” Katakuri growled deeply.
“No matter. I’ve found a temporary solution for the moment. I’m not sure how it’ll go but I want you to know Y/N that I care so very deeply for you. Please understand that all I’ve done is to ensure that you are here with me, safely, so we can enjoy our relationship to the fullest capacity. My selfishness will not come at the cost of your body and wellbeing. Of that I will not budge on.”
Your eyes are spilling with tears and he’s already on his knees, wiping them away with his callous, tender fingers. You kiss one, then the other.
“You sweet, sweet, overly cautious man,” you smile at him. “Does your solution involve Smoothie?”
He nods, a small smile on his face from your compliment. “Yes, Smoothie has recently achieved her devil fruit awakening. She can apply her absorption technique on objects and people other than herself for a short period. I thought this could be a reasonable compromise until we find a more permanent solution.”
In the end, Smoothie is only able to make you several feet taller than your original height. Your body grew in proportion to the added length but she has not yet mastered her power and thus couldn’t grow you to full height. Still, it was better than nothing, you were now at eye level with his navel and not his knees. The thought of being used by him with your whole body instead of just your thighs had excitement pooling in your body again.
Katakuri quickly rushed his sister out with lowly muttered gratitude, fully flushed. You could overhear Smoothie utter a warning, “It’s not a permanent thing, make use of the time you have.”
As soon as the door closed you slipped your shoes off and unclipped your hair, framing your face with your locks. You were SO thankful you decided to wear lingerie and a cute, flirty dress. He came back through the hallway and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw your relaxed posture, your fingers hooking the hem of your dress while your other hand was moving to slip off the dress strap from your shoulders.
“Eager are we?” he growled lowly, rushing to embrace you to his body. Letting out a grunt as he felt your chin against his stomach. Looking you over with dilated eyes, “This will do, let us hope anyways.”
He picked you up and cradled you to his chest, smashing his lips against yours and sucking your bottom lip. For once not enveloping your mouth entirely with his lips. Your tongue being able to press against his in a stronger way as he invaded your mouth. He placed soft kisses and suckled down your neck, a hand cupping your thighs and then your ass as he walked up the stairs for the master bedroom.
Katakuri brought you to his neatly made bed and gently laid you down, ravishing your body quickly. Even with his eagerness he does not immediately being with penetration. Katakuri is nothing if not patient and restrained.
By the time he pulls his massive cock free from his trousers, you’ve already cum twice from his fingers. He licked your slick from his three digits, slurping your essences that dripped down to his wrist. Gently placing his cock between your messy thighs, he grips them closed as he begins to pump himself. Your hand slowly reaches down and begins rubbing his flushed tip, coating your palm in precum. It’s thick and nearly transparent. With a sly look you bring your hand to your mouth and lick it clean – he tastes sweet, like icing on a pastry.
A loud, satisfied groan escapes from his lips as he watched your actions, rutting his hips sharply into your thighs that pushed his cock deeper between your thighs, just below your core. You can feel him instinctively throb as your heat calls to him, you can feel the pulsing from the thick veins that run along his member and it makes you keen. You begin thrusting your hips too, edging his tip, silently pleading for him to enter you.
Still hesitant, Katakuri glances at you one final time before he lays over you. He lays his cock just at your entrance while he softly kisses your lips, his hands kneading your breasts softly with aggressive twists on your nipples. A new sensation that rips a growl from your throat, leaving him with wide eyes and a new hunger in his gut. Desperation.
Moving his hands to spread your legs open, he latches on to your breasts to anchor himself before he splits you open. The breezy air hits your sopping core and makes you hiss in need. With a simple nod against your chest, Katakuri lifts his hips.
You weren’t a virgin before you met Katakuri but the way he stretched you open made you feel like one. You gasped aloud, biting back a scream you let your head swim as his cock slowly pushes into you, feeling him spread you wide open as your thighs quake. It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, though you finally reconcile that he had been right, having sex in your normal size would have ripped you apart. Willing those thoughts away, you wiggle your hips around him causing Katakuri to both chuckle and growl at you.
“What have I told you about commanding me?” he softly bites your nipples, his sharp teeth brushing against your skin making goosebumps erupt all over your body.
“Kata you feel so good,” you moan, “I need more!”
With a groan, Katakuri pushes himself in all the way until he felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix. A few inches of him remained outside.
“You’re doing so well, Y/N,” he murmurs as he tries to reign himself in. To not fuck you to oblivion and back.
His praise made you clench on his massive girth and that wrangled a grunt from him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as much as you can but your legs are still too short. You settle for bracing your heels against his hips and begin thrusting on him.
The choked pants that leave his mouth only encourage you as you take control. Your hands reach for his arms and shoulders, digging your nails into him as you clench on him, rutting your hips and fucking yourself on his cock.
“S’good Kata, you feel fucking amazing. Gon-gonna cum from this alone,” you hum and moan, feeling his cock twitch inside you.
That snapped him out of his haze, hands running down to your hips in a death grip. Slightly lifting himself on his knees, he pulls out fully to snap back into you and you let out a yelp.
“Do it again,” you breathe heavily with eyes darkened with lust.
He obeys and thrusts sharply into you again. And again. Starting a pace that quickly turns fast as he begins to lose himself in you. The way your tight walls hug his cock, the way your body flushes as you clench in pleasure, the way your moan and squeal from the pleasure he is giving you. Fully sitting on his knees, he hitches your thighs over his own and drills into you.
“You look so desperate Y/N. All this for some cock?” he chuckles darkly.
“Don’t be snarky Kata!” you whine. “As if you aren’t aching to cum inside me,” you continue with intentional clenching on him.
With a growl he pistons into you faster, shutting your smart mouth up as your tongue lolls, whimpering gasps and moan being the only noises you can make anymore. Desire that had been simmering in your body was quickly coming to a boil, threatening to spill over the edges as you neared your orgasm. Sensing this, Katakuri fills you with as much of himself as he can and then grinds into your body. His tip hitting your g-spot and making white dots appear in your vision.
“I might be but I’ll save that for another time. Don’t want to risk impregnating you so soon after discovering how delicious your cunt feels on me,” he pants between grunts, his own orgasm about to hit him.
His future vision told him you’d cum in a minute, in reality you came after 4 short thrusts. Your walls clamped down on his cock in a vice grip as a scream was ripped from your throat, wailing his name in pleasure as the waves rocked your body. He was gasping for air, feeling lightheaded from your hold on him, trying to keep himself from finishing before your orgasm was complete.
He couldn’t take it.
Even with your walls pulsing and clenching on him through the aftershocks of your pleasure, Katakuri rips himself from out of you. Kneeling over you, he fists himself quickly until he’s spilling his hot, white cum all over you. Fisting himself until it was nearly painful, only stopping when the last drop had spilled from him.
Looking down at you, a proud grin growing on his face at the sight of you. Nearly swimming in his essence. Your chest is heaving, still recovering from your orgasm, you shakily lift your head to look down at yourself and you give him a sly smirk. You dip a finger in his cum that pooled over your belly and licked it clean.
“Mmmmmm,” your eyes roll back, “You’ve always tasted so sweet. Like cinnamon roll icing,” you purr.
“Oh fuck,” Katakuri mutters as his entire being turns red.
Without another word, he scoops you up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around you and heads to the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” concern in your eyes.
“I don’t know how much longer you’ll be this size and I plan to take full advantage,” he simply answers as he begins to run the shower.
“Katakuri! You horny dog, you” you laugh lightly as the water starts washing off his pleasure from you. Both your hands grip his hardening length and you kiss his tip. “This time I want you to feed me,” you smile before you start licking.
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Eustass Kid, G-49 ~ Glory Hole
Summary: Sea-trow: a malignant or mischievous fairy or spirit, regarded as monstrous giants at times. Trows are nocturnal creatures, they venture out of their 'trowie knowes' (earthen mound dwellings) solely in the evening, and often enter households as the inhabitants sleep. Trows traditionally have a fondness for music, kidnapping musicians or luring them to their dens, and having sexual intercourse with women on their land. They are regarded as hideous creatures that are hung like horses. This is the story of their glow up and thriving business model.
Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as a Sea-Trow, Female reader, glory hole/reverse glory hole trope, fingering and vaginal penetration, creampie, degradation, calling reader slut and pet names, Kid being an amazing Dom. Not edited cause I'm stoned and sleepy.
Word Count: 2K
Visiting a glory hole was one of your secret kinks – always too shy to share with anyone you’d ever been intimate with. Even soft voyeurism suggestions like car sex while in your relationships gave you surprised and shocked looks. Tempering your appetites, you hid a part of yourself under lock and key until circumstances found you free again. Emboldened, excited for adventure, ready to shed the weight of judgment – you were finally going to try it out.
Your fantasy included either having your body used at a glory hole or visiting one to play at. Due to the stigma, glory holes became nearly extinct. In fact, you had to resort to using the internet to finding any, but thanks to the help of some kink friendly resources and associates, you found a list of the last remaining glory holes, and to your delight, it was a global map.
Deciding to cash in your hoarded holiday time at work, you booked a flight overseas to visit an online friend in the kink community you felt safe with. They offered to go with you as well, for the experience and to be your buddy in case things went wrong. It made you feel better, though you still felt timid as you parked in a dim parking lot adjacent to a nearly deserted beach.
The air was breezy but not too cold, just shy of the fall weather, and music was pounding from the shack down the beach. Some people filtered in and out, some smoked down by the shoreline, but the shack doors were always forcibly closed as soon as someone cleared the threshold.
Exhaling away your anxiety, you entered. Then you stepped through another double set of doors. Then you were inside.
Down the hallway were picture frames of the…options. None showed their faces, but they showed everything else. Magnificent physiques, sculpted bodies, chubby bodies, scarred bodies, eccentric styles, colorful hair and painted nails accessorized their bodies – but the draw of course, were their huge cocks.
Your jaw dropped – certain you’ve never seen them that big before. Under each frame was a short bio and the person’s house name, and what the list of kinks they were into. There were two options: glory hole, reverse glory hole.
“Some of our young stallions don’t mind showing their face,” a tall woman with an old-fashioned crown on her head walked towards them with a clipboard in hand. “Quincy, house madam. You’re in luck, a few of our studs are available.”
“Which ones?” your friend inquired.
Quincy’s hair bounced as she flounced to each picture frame, sometimes turning the frame to show a face. A man with long blue locks that partially covered his thorn tattoos, a man with a burned right arm and massive pecs with flowing blonde mane, a sculpted man so tall the picture was taken with a wide lens scope. A handful more were shown but your eyes stayed glued to the frame of the heavily scarred man with a metal prosthetic arm, bulging drool-inducing muscles on a buff frame, red happy trail that led down to his generously proportioned cock, framed with that same red hair.
The madam noticed your staring and with a smirk flipped the frame over. Revealing a gorgeous face with equally heavy scarring. Fiery red hair styled in tufts, heavy black eyeliner defined his sharp, golden eyes, and deep matte red lipstick gracing a handsome smile. Your heart was pounding.
“Would you like to use him?” Quincy asked. You nodded, unable to speak from such a parched mouth. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you. If this is your first time, I’d recommend the reverse hole, especially with a beast like him.”
Sheer heat pooled between your legs as you nodded.
“Right this way.”
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Quincy placed you in a small room that was partially lit with candles, peering at all the framed photos of The Bull as you undressed. You sat on the custom bench that was mounted to the partition wall – a large heart shaped hole in the wall with a harness to strap you in and hold your legs back.
“Ya’know the rules, darling?” a gruff voice came from the other side of the wall, making you jump in surprise. “The safe words an’ everything?”
You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Y-yes. The three color system: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Thass’good lass. Was told this is y’first time in a place like this – don’t pretend you enjoy something if y’don’t. Say something, ya hear?”
“Y-yes.”
He let out a light chuckle, “Ooh a shy one eh? I’ll show ya a good time, don’t y’worry. Ready to strap in?”
“Uh, um one moment,” you gasp, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. All you had to do was lay down on the bench, scoot your ass through the hole, put the harness around your thighs to keep you up, but you were moving sluggishly. Red flushing your body as you came to the precipice of a fantasy you had long suppressed, long been shamed for.
“Oi,” his voice was soft, “Having regrets?”
With a wavering voice you summarize the shame you felt and bad experiences, tears spilling down your face completely embarrassed.
“S’ok, darling. There’s no shame here,” he whispered. “Want me to strap you in?”
“Ye-yess, erm, is that…is that allowed?”
“TCH. O’course it’s allowed. I own the feckin place.”
You were surprised to find that the hollow partition wall had a door behind the floor length mirror so you jumped again when The Bull ducked inside your side of the room. His photos didn’t do him justice. He was practically a giant compared to you. Large limbed, every bit as good looking in the flesh, the way his eyes pierced you made you feel like you were seen for the first time. That you would be ok in his hands.
He held out his hand, a pleased grin curled on his face when you grabbed it. Gently shifting you down the cherry oak wood, massaging your bare bottom as he eased you into the opening, caressing your calves and thighs as he slipped on the harness straps.
“Thassa good lass indeed,” he purred, “So shy and obedient. I’ll give ya somethin’ special I don’t do for no one else if yer honest with me,” he said. With his flesh hand he cupped your mound, making you shudder and moan at the contact. “How’s it feel?”
“G-good!” you were breathless.
“Ya’ lyin?”
“No-no! I’m green, good to go!”
His face relaxed and he grinned again, “Good.” He then plunged a thick digit into your pussy making you clench and squeak in pleasure. He thrusted shallowly a few times before pulling out, wiping his finger down your body until he cupped your cheek. “I’m gonna have fun with ya. Pull more squeaks from ya, little mouse.”
He smashed his red lips into yours with ravenous need, leaving you panting and pleading for more. He pulled away with a teasing nip on your bottom lip, looking at you with a devious smirk. He leaned back down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on your neck, sucking it harshly to leave a mark.
“So everyone here knows you’re my little plaything,” He fondled one breast while he sucked the nipple of the other before leaving to his side again.
“Ready fer’me darling?” his voice was deeper, huskier.
“Yy-yes, I’m ready,” your hips wiggled impatiently.
“First things first, dirty girl,” he mocked you, lightly slapping a rubber packet on your clit making you arch your back. “I don’t shoot my load in ya unless y’buy me dinner first.”
Before you could giggle, you choked out a gasp as he rubbed his stiff cock between your folds, jutting against your clit. He teased you while muttering out all the things he would do to you, all the positions he’d have you in just to see your cute face pinched in ecstasy – you felt his metal hand slap the wall making it tremble. Rubbing his thumb on your clit with more pressure, keeping his tip at the edge of you entrance to feel you clench around nothing, so close to penetrating you but not quite there.
“Wassa mistake seein’ ya,” his voice sounded restrained, “I wanta bust on yer face instead of in this feckin rubber piece o’shit!”
You heard him loudly grunt as he sunk into you, pushing out all the air from your lungs. He was stretching you far beyond what you’ve ever experienced and despite it burning just a wee bit, the pleasure was far overtaking the minor pain. His fat cock pressed against all the right areas making you pulse on him, your legs shook against the restraints as you tried to wrap your thighs around his hips.
“Ahhh shit,” he growled, “So feckin tight! Ease up or I won’t last long darling!”
You thought you were answering but instead a wail was ripped from your throat as he changed his pace from rapid thrusting to long, slow strokes. Coaxing your orgasm while tempering his own. His painted nails dug into the back of your thigh as his metal fingers dug into the wooden wall, slowly denting with the mounting pressure he applied.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fucked so well, felt so full, felt like such a toy but still felt important enough to be taken care of. The Bull railed you over and over again, making it his personal mission to make sure you cum at least eight times before he was done with you.
“Thassa good pet!” he grunted after the seventh one. “Took me so well, d’ya want more special treatment?”
You babbled out what you hoped was a yes.
“Well well well, turns out you weren’t a wee mouse but a desperate bunny ready to be bred. Is’that what y’want darling? Want me to rip this condom off and bust on ya? Are you a kinky lass, wantin’ it inside ya? I think you’re a slutty little thing, slutty little bunny who wants m’cum dripping from her greedy hole. What’sit gonna be darling?”
“FU-FU FUCCCCKK MEEEE!!!!” you cried.
He hooted, “I already am darling!”
“FUUCK IT IN MEEEEEE!!!!”
“There’s my slutty bunny,” he grinned, and in one swift motion yanked the soiled rubber off his angry red cock, it bobbed in frustration at the sudden cool air and loss of tightness. With a moan, The Bull filled you up to the hilt in one swift thrust.
Shrieking at the overstimulation, your puffy clit throbbed against The Bull’s matted pubic hair as he ground into you. His forehead pressing into the wall as he bullied his cock into you deeper and deeper. Your toes curled as your last orgasm peaked, letting out a hoarse cry as your body shook from the heat that spread throughout you.
Your ears started ringing from the hazy pleasure that washed your body, vaguely aware of the man on the other side of the wall who was clutching your thighs and slamming his hips rabidly as he emptied himself inside you. Could hear his satisfied growl through the background noise, it sounded so far away and yet so near.
You came back to reality when you realized he was back in your side of the room, pulling your legs from the harness and wiping you down.
“There she is,” he grinned, “How’re ya feeling?”
“Go-good, no, fucking, fucking great,” you sigh tiredly.
“Heh, you look wiped out. You need to drink and eat. C’mon, I’m goin’ with ya.”
“You-you are?” you’re surprised as you pull your clothes on.
“Haah! Y’re takin’ me to dinner darling. I put a lotta work into rockin yer world, least ya could do is buy me a burger and beer! Learn my name or somethin’. Is’yer first time to this part of the world right? Y’ever hear about Sea-trowls?”
You hadn’t noticed before that his feet and hand had a hint of webbing between his digits, his feet themselves were shaped more like horse hooves. Despite the leather jacket he donned on, you could see the back of his neck seemed to glimmer, as if the skin on his back was less skin and more like scales.
“M’name’s Kid. What’s yers darling?”
11 tiles to go, 40 calls made so far.
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Can I request Buggy with Fluff N3 for the event? Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️
Hello anon❤️ Thank you for your submission and patience! I hope you get a chance to read this :) You requested fluff, subtle intimacy, and I give you: [ Simple Touches ] Bandaging/stitching up an injury
Oh Captain, My Captain Buggy
Warnings: None. Fluff and cute stuffs. Ended up sorta sweet n' romantic in a way I wasn't anticipating but Buggy deserves it tbh, cutie but wet n' pathetic King of the Pirates❤️
Word count: 1.1K
“OOOOOWWWWW!”
You push through the pained howls of your Captain as you stitch up his latest injuries. For a man who had eaten the chop-chop fruit, he sure got brutally chopped up by other people more than he should reasonably be.
To be fair, his latest network of contacts involved some intense and no-nonsense individuals. Two in particular who seem to have a rather tight hold on his gorgeous blue head as he did their bidding and processed their contracts.
“DAMNIT Y/N that HURTS!” Buggy hollers at you, tears spilling down his face in pure agony. It makes your heart break. Still you push on.
“It will hurt more if it festers and worsens. Then we’d have to seriously chop pieces off you,” you chide him gently, done with pushing the needle through the tail end of the long gash on his chest. “This is going to sting a bit but I’ll count down from 3. 3—” you tightened the sutures securely before he could hold his breath.
“YYYYEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!!” his head flew from his neck, as did his hands and feet from his body. “GRR!! YOU ENJOYED THAT TOO MUCH!” he spit at you.
You give him an unimpressed look, “You know that that’s not true. Now get back here. You have some wounds on your face and right hand that need to be disinfected and bandaged. If you can make it through without any complaints, I’ll give you a treat. Sound good?”
His head reattaches to his head but his hand floats down to grip his chin, “A treat? What kind of treat?”
“A nice one. We got a deal?”
With a nod, Buggy reassembles himself and sits still as you inspect each cut and bruise. Washing away the dirt and dried blood, applying a salve on the wounds, and wrapping each one in a bandage or long, woven cotton wrap to soak up any leaking from the cuts. A hushed song brews in your throat and without realizing it, you start to emit the tune from your lips as you patch him up.
Buggy watches you closely as you lightly hum to yourself while you work. Normally, he would literally talk his ass off about anything and everything – but watching you treat him so tenderly has his mouth dry and his mind quiet. Trying to understand the feelings in his chest that you cause him to have with your firm but kind personality. Not understanding why you treat him with such dignity and warmth despite his antics; you’re one of the few people who sees through his bullshit but you also accept it, encourage it even. In his brain playing back all his interactions with you over the last year that you’ve been on his crew to better understand what your deal is.
His eyes bug out of his head for a moment, a memory unearthing itself. With Alvida.
“I think the new doc likes you, Bugs,” she tilted her cowboy covered head at Buggy. When he gave her a confused look, she scoffed and used her head to gesture at you sitting at the bar with his most trusted men.
“You’re telling me that you’ve NEVER noticed how much time they manage to spend with you, or how they always talk you up? That they know almost everything about you that not even your own crew knows about?”
Buggy scoffed, “Most of my crew are idiots, why would I tell those morons anything?”
Alvida gave him a bewildered look, “Then why do you share anything with the doc?”
“I don’t share EVERYTHING!”
“Oh no? So you haven’t spilled to them how Emperor Shanks is the only man you can respect as the next King of the Pirates?”
His hands flew to her face and smothered her speech, “QUIET YOU DAMN WOMAN!”
Buggy felt like an idiot.
That was maybe three months ago.
“All done. You should heal up in no time but if you feel worse, you know where to find me.”
Buggy brought his hand to the back of his neck, “Yeah. Sure.” He wasn’t sure how to pivot from being a crybaby patient to a flashy guy with rizz when he suddenly felt…overly aware of how he acts around you. To be perceived by you and now knowing that you were perceiving him.
“Wh-where’s my treat?”
“Oh that’s right I do owe you a nice one. Wait right here.”
His mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to plan, trying to scheme a charming personality in 2-seconds flat as he watches you go to your desk and pull out a dark bottle. Buggy didn’t notice how attractive your face is as he did just now. He always thought you were the most attractive in the crew in general, but now he was seeing your face. And he found that…he actually quite liked it.
Your step falters are you become aware of his intense stare. You feel…insecure suddenly. Is there something gross on your face or scrubs? Does he not like liquor suddenly? Oh no, is your hair messy?? With a trembling hand you tuck some loose hair behind your ear and lightly touch your scrub as you present the bottle.
“An aged rum that I nicked from our last raid. I hear it’s a grossly expensive brand.”
Buggy took the bottle and rolls it in his hands quietly, not saying anything at all. You watch him nervously, anxiety eating at your gut, a hot flush spreading behind your ears and the back of your neck. You know for a fact that Buggy likes expensive things, no matter what it is. Even if he hates what it actually is, like that time he tried bull fighting fish caviar. He was laid up in your office for a week after that one. He still keeps a preserved jar around, just so he can say he has it on hand.
“I hear it goes well with steak, or something,” you mumble, confidence draining away slowly.
He perks up to that, “Steak? Oh yeah, yes that does sound like a good pairing.” He stands up from the cot and shifts on his feet.
Buggy the Star Clown is shooting his shot.
“If I make Cabaji cook up a few steaks, would you…be interested in joining me for dinner? A flashily impromptu date?”
Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, that being the last thing you expect to hear from him. You had been certain that you would have to ask him out yourself with all the hints and nudges you gave him in the past seemed to go, well, right over his head.
“Oh! Y-yes that sounds nice!”
Smiling, Buggy turns to exit. Passing through the threshold he turns back to add, “I’ll pick you up at your cabin later. Escort you to the dining hall and all that jazz.” He ducks out of the room.
You’re glad he isn’t there anymore because your knees weaken and you grab the cot in support. Thrilled, you look at your schedule and decide to close up early. The injured would have to stay injured on their time, you had an important date tonight.
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Eustass Kid, G-48 ~ Milking Table
Summary: It's that time of the month. The time when Kid really really needs your help to get through the deep-seated primal urges he has. Lucky for him he has someone as amazing and caring as you.
Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as Tarbh-uisge with reader - implied relationship. Kid strapped to a milking table, use of milking pump, breeding kink, monsterfucking if you squint.
Special mention to @don-mellow for being the reason this folklore creature was the first thing that popped into my mind for this prompt. Subscribe to their Patreon!
Word Count: 772
Tarbh-uisge: Generally regarded as a nocturnal water bull, it is more agreeable than its equine counterpart the water horse, while having similar amphibious and shapeshifting abilities. It is able to shapeshift into human form and live on land or in water. It can also be amiable and sometimes helpful. The bull might have had a sacred role in various Celtic cult rituals. The Tarbh-uisge was viewed a symbol of fertility and abundance
You had Kid strapped face down on the custom milking table, an impressive feat in itself considering his hulking mass and general…defiant of authority attitude. In a harness that bound his flesh arm behind his back and his ankles to the table, you massaged his back with heated oil to soothe his muscles, helping him relax. The two of you had been at it for a while, and he had needed a break.
His muttering that he didn’t need to be babied let you know he was ready for the next session. Gently wiping the excess oil off, you scratch his back hard enough to leave red lines – each graze of your fingernails draws a shaky grunt from him. The purple faded lines of the previous marks littered down his back and ass, and you would have to remember to take a photo of how delicious he looked.
You moved off his muscled back and peeked under the table, pleased to find his cock swollen once more. Bless his stamina. Reaching out, you ran your fingernails down his shaft to his balls, watching in delight as his cock bobbed from the contact, and precum already leaking out from his slit.
“You’re doing so well. After tonight, I’ll let you have some rest and relaxation. You’ve filled up quite a few buckets. Then after, I’m going to treat you so good. Let you be my pillow prince to thank you for your sacrifice today,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. His damp locks plastered on his hair barely hid the flush in his face.
With a warm touch you begin jerking him off. Whispering filthy things you’d do to spoil him when this was all over. How you’d ride him for days on end, how you’d feed him while fucking him, not letting him leave the bed so you could give him all your love.
He leaked into your hand and that helped you fist him faster as he wasn’t able to do anything except struggle in his restraints – unable to even rut properly through the table to build his pleasure. He was entirely reliant on you and your methods alone to milk his cock.
If he was unrestrained, there was a chance he could go crazy in his lust and do something stupid like mount and accidentally impregnate you. Every month he would go through a cycle of needing to breed – a time where he couldn’t keep his cock down if his life depended on it – and you were kind enough to find a creative solution for you both.
Kid’s panting became louder, huskier as the tip of his cock turned deep red. You watched as his balls drew tight, signaling he was near release. You ducked your body under the table and formed a ring with your fingers, holding the base of his cock with a firm grip as you pulled out the milking pump.
“FU-FUCK!” he grunted loudly. “Swear you get off on doing that,” he spat out, hitting his forehead against the leather padded table in frustration.
“I don’t not,” you giggle, connecting the tube to the pump to the last vial you had. With a fat lick of your tongue from his perineum, over his scrotum, and up his shaft, your lips wrapped around his head giving him an urgent suck before you popped off him. Giving his twitching cock a kiss, you slid the pump over his cock and began pumping him faster than before.
“SHIT! SHIT! I’M-I’M CUM—” the rest of his stutter was cut off by a pleasured, dull roar as his hips squeaked and rutted against the table. You watched the pump line fill with the thick, white liquid going down the drip line and into its vial. The sound of weary panting left Kid as the line kept dripping until the vial was filled to the brim.
“I’m done I’m dooonnee!!” he cried from overstimulation as you pulled the pump off.
“I know love, I know,” you topped the vial and put the equipment in the bucket. Noticing a few drops weeping from his softening dick, you quickly crawled over and enveloped your mouth on his tip to lick him dry.
8 tiles to go, 49 calls made so far.
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Luffy, N-31 ~ Triple Penetration
Summary: You never believed in mermaids - until you saw one. Oh and he's unique af. What a smile he has, seems friendly. Surely nothing bad will happen.
Warnings: Spicy and delicious but marking Dead Dove because it is pure grade monsterfucking, tentacle porn which I've never dabbled in (im pretty sure) so be nice to me. Octupus Merman Luffy with female reader, consent very strongly implied and outright said but I'm high so if I forgot that's on me. Pretty sure. 99.99%. Title says it, triple penetration via lotsa tentacles, anal creampie, suctioning of erogenous zones, octopus anatomy heavily researched fight me.
Word Count: 622
Cecaelia are rare creatures indeed, often only found in small parts of the world. Like mermaid, this species of humanoid creature has the lower body of an octopus, utilizing it much like a real world octopus would. Its been said that they are either sadistic monsters, or playful fishfolk, there does not seem to be any in between. Due to its nature, Cecaelia are able to breathe in water and air, as well as contort their body into many shapes, sizes, and colors. It is unconfirmed if male merman become senescent after courtship like a traditional octopus, or if they lose their appendage.
You were pushed against the wooden door of your ship, tentacles holding your wrists flush against the wood as the creature’s extra tentacles felt you up. Exploring your body eagerly with curiosity. His flexible arms squeezed your flesh, your thighs, your breasts as the human side of the creature leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I finally caught you my siren,” he cradled your face with slender fingers. “I loved our game of chase, but I’m ready to have you now. Would you have me?”
With a needy gasp, you nodded. You came across him as he sunbathed on some rocks as you sailed by the island he was on, and when you saw his upper torso – you were sure then and there you wanted to fuck him, and confidently cat-called him. Seeing that he was half fish was like going through the five stages of grief, but he had been friendly and funny, and you were secretly pining. With the way his suctions pulled at your skin and the way he softly cupped your body, it was not hard for you to succumb to your needs.
“Yes,” you whispered.
Your clothes were ripped off as his tentacles released you in exchange for the fabric. His strong muscular arms caught you before you could fall and he pressed his lips to yours in frenzied need. His fingers following suit to your cunt when you moaned at his kisses. His fingers plunged over and over inside you while a thin tentacle curved around your thigh, the tip of the tentacle wrapped around your mound and a single tentacle sat above your clit. And it started pulling. When you screamed in pleasure, he added two more tenacles, wrapped around your breasts with suctions over your nipples. Carnal pleasure ripped from you as his arms made you fall apart, squirting over his body, he bit your throat lightly as you came on him, body convulsing wildly but held firmly to the door.
“Can I have you have you?”
“You can have me any way you want, Luffy. I never want you to take your arms off me.”
Luffy pulled back, his tentacle arms moving to position you while gently rubbing against your core and ass - two held your arms together, two held your legs apart. The suction cups doing the most to loosen and lubricate you with your arousal and his own secretions. Then three tentacles rushed to plug your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole as the merman stroked his hectocotyli (cock head). Your moans muffled by the tip of his tentacle as it played with your tongue, your pussy quivered against the squirming muscles that was sucking on your inner walls, your g spot, and your clit.
As you came around his tentacle, Luffy pulled his arm from your ass to replace it with the head of his cock. He ripped his tentacle arm from your mouth to latch his mouth on it as he roared and bucked his body against your shaking one. Semi-clear fluids leaked from your holes as his arms gently pulsed.
2 tiles to go, and since we've already made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:
Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario
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Could I please request Enemies to Lovers with Shanks for the “Oh Captain, My Captain!”? :)
Hello! Thank you for your submission to my event! You did not explicitly indicate in your request whether you wanted this story to be nsfw or not so I left it open ended! You requested Enemies to Lovers with Shanks, and I give you [ HATE ]: “why are you really here? to mock me? to… make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”
Oh Captain, My Captain Shanks
Warnings: None really, some sexual tension but nothing explicit, GN reader (no pronouns or anatomy used), Shanks being a little shit
Word Count: 622
Minors Do Not Interact - you will be blocked.
You were in a shit mood. Recent string of bad luck weighed you down like an anchor, and it felt like a personal thundercloud was looming over you as you brooded in the bar. You must have looked intimidating because not one person approached you; only the bar tender who had been quietly refilling your glass.
You hadn’t asked for it by brand but when all you said was ‘Rum!’ and sat there in silence, he cautiously grabbed a middle-shelf label and kept it near you at all times. You weren’t drinking hard. Maybe had a cup or two, barely sipping the bitter liquid.
Your presence became hostile when a hand softly touched your shoulder. A grating, familiar voice called out to you.
“Whaddy’a want Red Hair?!” you spat venomously. A few minor but mostly healed scars from previous skirmishes with the man felt like they burned with his proximity. “Come to take another pound of flesh?”
Shanks’ normally playful expression was gone from his face. Instead he looked…worried. “Let’s have a drink.”
“What?”
“I’m serious, let’s have a drink. Call it a temporary truce or whatever,” he held his right hand up in surrender.
That was how you found yourself sitting in a corner booth next to the emergency exit with one of the Four Emperors. Your nemesis.
You didn’t have a personal grudge against Shanks like most until you ran into him. He was always too laissez faire for you to trust entirely and that cost you a few times – and no they were not your fault nor instigated by you. Mostly. You scowl at the memories.
“Cheers,” he tapped his mug to yours though you didn’t drink as he sipped his.
“Why are you really here? To mock me? To make me hate you more?”
Shanks frowned behind his mug, “No, that’s not it at all. You hate me?” He pushed his hand through his ruffled red hair, “I know we’ve had our spats but I thought…you liked that? Playing hard to get, you know the whole thing.”
You didn’t say anything, looking at him in bewilderment. He’d been…flirting with you before?
“Anyways,” Shanks shook his head and took large gulps of drink, “I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you could use one right now.”
Why did that make you tremble?
Make a tightness in your jaw loosen, your shoulders rolled back a little and it was almost like a blanket of anxiety or something else was being slowly pulled off you, letting you breathe fresh air for the first time in a while.
“So what’s up? What’s going on in Y/N-land that’s got you all glum like a plum?” he frowned at you, looking genuinely concerned.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
He laughed at that, “Why do people keep saying that?!”
Hours passed in an instant and you were drunk as a skunk, loosely hanging off Shanks’ shoulder as you laughed at the story he told. With his missing arm, you were pretty close to his scarred face and you never really appreciated how handsome he was. He noticed your staring but didn’t say anything, just smiled and continued with whatever didn’t make you hit or try and kill him.
Shanks wasn’t expecting your kiss but he was interested, returning your fiery passion. Your lips were locked in an embrace, pulling back panting lightly as you released years of apparently one-sided loathing.
“I knew you liked me, deep down,” Shanks grinned at you. Before you could retort, he planted another steamy kiss on your greedy lips. “I like you too. Been flirting with you for a while now. Benn said I wasn’t being direct enough but I thought he was full of shit.”
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Period HCs with Monster Trio + Law, Killer, and Kid
Ya girl is wracked with cramps, overflowing with emotions, and seriously lacking in chocolate :( enjoy this utter nonsense my blazed brain baked as I curl back into fetal position.
Summary: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Killer, and Kid ranked by how they would handle themselves while you have your period. Implied established relationship♡
Minors DNI.
The worst actually. Not on purpose but Luffy's lack of awareness or self-restraint makes it difficult to appreciate his efforts. Not to mention he eats your snacks. You'd think with Nami and Robin on board he'd have some idea of what you're dealing with. Nope, you have to explain it again, it'll stick this time but it comes with another round of curious/invasive questions.
All your period comfort foods? Gone. The replacements? Also gone. You're lucky if there's a crumb of your favorite snack left over. Thankfully for everyone involved, his crew lends him a hand to make sure you're (eventually) satiated with alternatives and don't go on a murder spree during your cravings. On the flip side, Luffy abuses his power as Captain to have Sanji bring you both all the food when the kitchen is finally restocked. Good luck and bite him back if you have to!
His saving grace is using Gear 2 to cuddle and keep you warm. Giving you heated massages, foot and belly rubs until you're purring like a kitten. Unfortunately, he can only do the same thing for so long before growing bored. He needs a lot of intermittent breaks.
Has no tact, will ask you uncomfortable questions about your "thing going on" or your "comma" because he's so very curious and maybe also looking for ways to "fix you." Once he finds out about period poops, its over for you - there will be hourly check-ins. He'll make sure you're well stocked up on absorption products so there's that (also say thank you Nami, Robin and Franky)!
Zoro is shockingly adaptable but I guess if you spend enough time with one girl for two years - and also live with 2 full time - you're gonna learn a thing or two about having a period. Also, surprisingly reliable at getting you what you need, so long as you don't mind 2 hours to 2 business days to get it. Look he's trying ok?!
Be careful with what you say though. If you joke about cutting your uterus out, he'll take you at face value and have his blades ready. No one is a better slice master than he! Why is Chopper having a heart attack? BRB gotta tend to the younger bro.
Is not phased by your bodily changes or anything you might perceive to be "gross." Bodies are natural and they're just doing what they're meant to do, and for what it's worth he's trying to say things that will make you feel better but they don't always land. This comes from a guy who showers maybe twice a week so take the compliments as you will. He means them with his whole heart!
Out of all the guys, he's the only one who will respect your craving habits in a supportive way. That's to say he'll give you everything you want, but he knows when to cut you off before you make yourself sick. He also has a (terrifying) gift of knowing when your body is flushing itself out and he'll be right at your side with a tampon or pad in his hand at the ready. "I'm very in sync with you."
Ranks third because he's so fucking logical and doctorly. The kind of doctor that expects his medical advice and prognosis to outweigh your personal experience/feelings. Has Law ever experienced intense cramping and a headache while gushing a pint of blood and also pulled a full day's shift? No! "Doctoring" immediately invalid. Unless he gives you paid time off in which case his license is once again formally recognized.
On the OTHER hand, he will always have a colorful variety of options for you to take care of your personal business. He buys all biodegradable products, recyclable ones too! He also offers the best choices in birth control for you. Gynecology wasn't his specialty but taking care of his crew is so he studies and gets his license on the downlow.
Is VERY particular about his time spent and frankly, cuddling in bed isn't something he's entirely excited about. Sure he can do it with Bepo but that's like sleeping with a teddy bear you've had your whole life. Another person is different, especially one that needs his undivided attention and comfort. He'll give it and he won't complain about it, but he's not familiar with it and might be awkward at it for a time. Once he figures out what works best for you and let's himself relax around you, he's got the cuddling and rubbing your belly/lower back down to an exact science.
Questionable palate offerings when he first experiences your cravings. You had to teach him what's what when it comes to comfort eating and nutritional eating when you're in pain and your brain feels a bit scrambled from existing. Ikkaku had tried in the past to broaden the snack closet but it never stuck. With you, Law suddenly remembers to get things outside of his own personal preferences and comforts. It's comfort food for the BEPERIODED, LAW.
It's entirely because he's a chef and a well-groomed cutie that he ranks this highly. Honestly it was neck and neck between him and Law. His resume in the kitchen makes you forget about his perviness and near-infantilization of you.
You'll never have a craving unsatisfied because Sanji will go to the ends of the Earth to curb your hunger. The One Piece and All Blue can wait, his darling needs a rich, velvety chocolate mousse two minutes ago! He absolutely spoils you which may lead to overstuffing you until you feel worse than how the cramps made you feel.
Sanji waits on you hand and foot during your period. Practically carries you from point A to point B if you so wish. It might get annoying after a while if you don't like a hot blonde popping in your face every 10 minutes to offer you something you knew you needed but didn't know you needed right that second and you're kind of annoyed that he got it before you could even vocalize your own needs! Does that happen to anyone else or...? If you're into that pampered lifestyle, Sanji is the guy for you.
He wasn't around women a lot but living with Robin and Nami he did learn about products used and comfort items sought out, which he gives you in abundance. Sanji's weakness - period boobies. The slight swell has him a blubbering mess and he will always try to sneak a peek. He may or may not be able to smell your pheromones - its unclear but he is definitely sniffing you from time to time.
The clear winner out of the others its not even a joke. Is the trifecta of caring, supportive, and intuitive. The Period Manager™ everyone else should go back to their ship. No I am not biased.
Killer is the Chef of Carbo-loading but he knows his way around the kitchen and can make anything you desire at any given time. Desserts aren't his strongest suit but its the effort that makes it taste all the sweeter. You will never be without chocolate, praise be.
You've seen him so you know he knows muscles. Yours will become putty in his hands as he gently massages your aching body. With the help of low dose pain killers, Killer will slay your pain one sore muscle at a time.
Killer is so intuitive that he knows you have your period before you. Has your cubby on the bathroom countertop that includes: pads, tampons, flow-cup, aspirin, fuzzy socks, eye mask, and bottled juice. Your robe is hanging behind the door. He loves you so much.
Haha bitch you though. Kid is the true winner. Killer was the favored winner but you might have forgotten this is me we're talking about and Kid has never done anything wrong in his life ever. I support all his rights and wrongs, and I cheerlead at every speck of effort he puts in.
Where everyone else had mentors or positive authority figures to bond with, Kid had Killer - and Killer tried his fucking best. But not even someone as amazing as Killer can be a single mom and raise a mentally stable, well functioning person in society in a corrupted, gang-ruled regime. HOWEVER - Killer did teach Kid how to treat his period-having partner during their woes and Kid's success is Killer's pride and joy.
Like Luffy, Kid will definitely swipe your snacks and food because he's a greedy, greedy glutton. Prove you can bark back at him to stand your ground and he'll yield to you with a scoff and a pout. He doesn't even LIKE your snacks, he claims🙄 He'll make sure you have enough to satisfy your craving and then have a month supply in the hull of the ship just in case. This is where he'll sneak a few for himself without your notice.
Being the King of Treating Himself, Kid will generously make you things to comfort you. A weighted, heat-controlled blanket; a vibrating teddy bear that hugs your belly; a snack organizer to keep your preferences nearby; a personal cold/hot water cooler; pretty things to make you smile; dirty things to excite you for when its over; the gifts are boundless. So are the period products that he basically just steals from the other women in the crew.
“Captain you better reimburse me for those heavy flow tampons!!”
“I’m busy Quincy. Go bitch to the piggy bank (Wire) about it!!!”
“KILLER STOP THAT MAN!”
In his line of work, he's used to nitty gritty and things better left to the imagination. Also a bit grimy himself on occasion. That said, nothing your body does will ever disgust him. He rolls with whatever you throw at him. Bloodied bedsheets? He'll gently toss you and the sheets in the tub. He'll help clean out your soiled clothes. Buy or steal whatever you need to ease your comfort. Embarrassed by the way you feel or look? He'll give you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and say, "Eh, I've seen/heard/smelled worse."
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Raven's Halloween Party
Summary: Halloween parties are only fun if you try and summon real ghosts, especially if you're really really drunk.
Warnings: Spicy! Modern One Piece AU Raven throws another Halloween Party! Let this be a warning to not drink and summon demons, play responsibly ~ Eustass Kid X Female Monster Reader, drinking, ouija board playing/summoning, risky sex, oral (Eustass receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, facial spray and play, cum eating, all the cum play, bit of degradation/name calling, dom reader pretty much.
Word Count: 3.3K
Succubus – a demon entity known as one who wanders the Earth that are attracted to and use men. Since Succubi need semen on to thrive, they form a bond with a man after seducing and sleeping with them repeatedly to solidify the bond, in exchange for semen, the Succubus cannot harm, maim or kill the man. The most common way that Succubus find their prey is through dreams, however, on occasion, they can be summoned through other means.
“I ain’t a pussy! Let’s fucking summon a demon or some shit,” Eustass Kid drunkenly shouted in the middle of the Halloween party he was at.
Killer, Wire, Heat and Law all looked at Kid incredulously. No one had called him a pussy and the conversation was brought upon by Law asking the crew if they believed in ghosts. The costumed crowd dispersed around the group and only a few people remained.
Kid yanked off his metal helmet and shook his head, spraying sweat on Killer and Heat. His red hair stuck in clumps but he didn’t seem to care, putting his costume accessories on the floor and shot gunned his beer.
“So what the fuck are we waiting for?”
The party hostess wearing a rose gold witch costume gave them an old Ouija board and some texts she had on occult topics, told the group to have fun and if they left the room in any state of chaos, she would personally beat the shit out of each and every one of them. And they would owe her cleaning and repair costs.
“Why ya leavin’ – ain’t you a witch?” Kid yelled out before she closed the door.
“My magic is not performative and I don’t do summoning’s with drunken idiots. When you’re sober, we can talk,” she simply responded before flouncing out of the room. The sound of music was raised and they could hear the party getting lively again.
Kid shrugged his shoulders and held up the case of beer he pulled from the kitchen, walking towards the group at the round table. The group consisted of Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat, Law, Sanji, Zoro, Franky, Robin, Perona, and Bartolomeo. The Ouija board sat in the middle with the books stacked neatly beside, a large black candle on a tall candelabra dimly lit the room, but it gave enough light to see the board and each other’s faces.
“Can we all agree to play with honor? No fucking around with the planchette?” Law looked around the table but his eyes lingered on Kid.
“Fuck off, not gonna try nothin!” Kid scoffed, crushing a beer can. To seal the truce, everyone shot gunned a beer and Kid complained he wouldn’t do the ‘demon bullshit’ without a drink in hand. In both hands he brought back another double pack of beer and bottle of liquor.
“Gee Kid, hope you’re not compensating for anything,” Killer dryly said, his arms crossed over his bare torso as the leaves stuck to his body did nothing for the crisp temperature.
With an annoyed pout, Perona shrugged off her fuzzy overcoat from her villainess costume but Franky put up a hand to stop her. He took off his overly large coat and handed it to Killer, sitting back down in his speedo and bowtie, in a couples costume with Robin as a famous romantic, gothic couple.
“Franky darling, always a gentleman,” Robin leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Everyone placed a finger on the planchette and settled over the Ouija board. For a solid minute, nothing happened.
“I think we need to ask if a presence is willing to speak to us,” Robin smiled at the others.
“Oh! Okay, hey Mr. Ghost – or Missus Ghost if yer a girl, it don’t matter either way! But if you’re here, can you let us know?” Bartolomeo barked out.
Kid was going to close his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut when he felt a subtle movement on the board, like a magnet was pulling him across the wood stain surface. Everyone without hidden faces looked in utter shock as they collectively felt the planchette move them to the corner of the board. The corner that said: YES.
Kid’s silence lasted less than 10 seconds, “Are you hot?”
The planchette did not move.
“I can’t tell if that’s an answer…”
The planchette did not move.
“Good going Eustass-ya, you scared our guest,” Law snapped.
“Pussy!”
Sanji took a sip of his cocktail, “I think it was a valid question.”
The group moved the planchette back to the center and Killer took the lead. “Do you have a name?”
The planchette moved across the board: Y/N.
“Do you remember how you died?”
NO.
“Do you know where you are?”
YES
“Are you from here?”
NO.
“Can you prove to us you’re real and not one of these assholes playing a prank?” Kid interrupted, bored of the line of questioning.
The planchette stopped moving and everyone stared at it in anticipation.
Nobody moved, nobody batted an eye, nobody said a word.
Then Kid’s open beer was knocked into his lap, spilling through his admittedly few armor plates and clothes underneath the costume layers.
“OH FUCK OFF!” Kid screeched, abruptly rising from his seat, and pulling his finger off the planchette.
“You can’t break the communication like that!” Perona yelled angrily after the redhead who stomped into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself off.
“Sh-should we stop?” Bartolomeo sounded spooked behind his costume.
“I mean…we asked for a demonstration and we got it. Do we want to push our luck?” Heat chimed in.
Everyone at the table carefully considered each other as they waited for Kid to return.
“Well nothing ominous has happened since Kid walked away from the session so I can assume there is a way to rectify this without repercussions,” Robin finally offered.
“Nah nah I wanna have words with it!” Kid walked out of the bathroom, stripped of his bottoms save for a speedo. He took off all the metal plates of his armor and stacked them with the rest of his costume in the corner, keeping the extreme crop top on.
“I think we’re the only ones who didn’t get the Speedo memo,” Perona elbowed Zoro.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” Zoro shrugged in his monk robes.
“EW! ZORO! THAT’S NOT CUTE!”
Robin giggled, “I’m not wearing underwear either.” Franky let out a supportive cheer with a possessive arm over Robin’s shoulder.
Perona looked perturbed while Sanji pulled from the planchette to grab tissue from the bathroom and clean up his sudden bloody nose.
Law rubbed his temples from behind his slasher costume, “You’re all liabilities. Messing with this board could have terrible implications if we don’t properly end this session. Everyone get back in your seats!”
Wire passed Law a beer and opened it with one free hand, “Chill out, serial mood killer.”
Properly regrouped, they tried to summon the spirit that spoke to them but after a ten minute silence they said goodbye and properly ended the session.
“Well that was anticlimactic,” Sanji lit a cigarette.
“Ittsa scam. I bet serial killer surgeon here knocked the table to make the beer fall over,” Kid sneered at Law.
“I swear I didn’t! You pissed it off with your crappy attitude,” Law shot back.
“One more try. Kid will behave himself, right?” With a kick under the table, Kid grunted affirmatively.
The group tried again. After five minutes, something answered them.
“Are you the same spirit as before?”
YES.
“We are sorry for our rude friend. We appreciate you willing to try again,” Killer said firmly. “Are you friendly?”
YES.
“Can you tell us anything?”
The group watched with wide eyes as the planchette moved and began spelling out an answer.
WANT.
“What do you want?”
CONTRACT.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
“For what?”
LIFE.
Perona shrieked causing Zoro to spill his beer, he briefly lifted his finger before planting it right back on the planchette, nervously glancing around the others to see if they noticed.
“OK! That’s gonna do it for me,” Sanji stubbed his cigarette. “End it please!”
“Don’t be a pu—” Kid’s taunt was cut short when the table began to rattle. “OI WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Respectfully, we need to say goodbye!” Killer shouted and they collectively moved the planchette to the goodbye marker on the board.
The table rattled for a few more seconds before it ended.
The party goers looked at each other before rising from their seats, eager to get back to the party. Kid lingered in the room, not wanting to put back on the still wet, and tedious components of his costume. Killer told Kid to hang tight and he would see if the hostess had any clothes or a blanket she no longer wanted.
Throwing himself on the couch in the room, Kid drank directly from the bottle he stole as he let his mind get hazy. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard a light tapping on the door.
“Enter!” he called out, assuming it was the party hostess with the clothes. Through his bleary and smudged eyes, he could see a woman in a pink colored costume approaching him. “Y’got somethin’ for meee?” he drawled.
The figure didn’t say anything but she gently pulled the bottle from his hand and put it on the ground. Then, she straddled his lap.
“I doooo,” she cooed in his ear, pressing her pink corset into his torso. “Want to have some fun, big guy?”
“I like fun,” Kid grinned stupidly. “Like yer costume – what are ya…uhh demon fairy??” his fingers curled around the horns sprouting from her scalp. “Feels real, you a makeup artist or something?”
She didn’t answer, only quietly purred and pressed herself intimately closer to him, shamelessly rubbing herself softly against his crotch. He wasn’t not interested. He was always down for a quickie. His hands moved down to cup her near-bare ass. The short shorts she was wearing scarcely covered her cheeks but he loved the plump feeling in his hands as he squeezed.
“What’s your name?” he husked, answering her rutting with his own.
“Y/N.”
That made him pause, the name sounded familiar but in that moment, drunk and horny were fighting for dominance in his mind. The fighting ceased as Y/N pressed soft lips against his and he answered with eagerness.
“’sa pretty name,” he groaned as his speedo felt unbearably tight. “I’m Kid.”
“I know,” she whispered in his ear before kissing down his jaw. “Had my eye on you from the moment I saw you,” she nipped his neck.
“Been watching me all night?”
“Not all night but I plan to keep you for the rest of it,” she giggled.
“Sounds good to me,” he thrusted his tongue down her throat as he pulled his cock free of its confines, slowly jerking himself as the mysterious woman humped his muscled thigh. He could feel hot wetness leak through the sheer fabric as she moaned into his ear.
He didn’t have to prompt her, she slid down off his lap and started licking and kissing his cock before taking him in her hands and blowing him. Kid let his head hang on the cushion as Y/N bobbed up and down on him, enjoying the impromptu blowjob. The thrill of someone walking in on them high.
He didn’t care.
Kid grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face down until she was gagging. He allowed himself a few more shallow thrusts before popping her off and bringing her mouth to his. As he desperately kissed her, his free hand ripped the seam of her shorts freeing her juicy pussy. His fingers pumped into her hot cunt as she whimpered into his mouth.
“Is not enough!” she finally whined, bouncing desperately on his fingers. “Need your cock!”
“Then sit on it, slut!” he growled, pulling his fingers out and aligning his cock to her entrance. Kid was left gaping as she slammed her hips down, sheathing him completely. She let out a pleased cry.
“So fffuuuullll,” she moaned. Grinding herself on him, she kept his head at an angle with her fist in his hair, smothering his lips with her own. Kid struggled where to grab her, wanting to feel and pinch all of her at once but settled for smoothly gliding his hands around her body and giving generous squeezes over his favorite areas.
Each squeeze elicited a honeyed moan from the demon fairy woman, each moan accompanied by a rabid binge of slamming her hips flush to him, her walls squeezing his cock in a vice grip. With a snarl, his fingers dug into her skin to anchor himself from finishing so quickly, he stilled his hips but that didn’t stop her as she fucked him even faster.
“Iiiii neeeeeedddd yoooouuuuuu,” she wailed, pressing herself down on him as much as she could, grinding on him to deepen his reach. “PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!”
With a burst of stamina, Kid grabbed her hips and rapidly thrust upwards overtaking her pace. That tipped her into a scream as she clamped on him tighter than before, her walls convulsed eerratically.
“OOHH – FUCK!” Kid breathed through his nose as he came inside her while she kept grinding on him. Like she was milking him. Using him. Not that he was complaining as he shut his eyes and let it happen, lightly grunting as the pleasure shot through him with each rope. Feeling the stickiness against her walls as it started to flow down.
“Do I need to buy you Plan B or somethin?”
Y/N giggled, “No, it’s ok. I can’t get pregnant.”
“Ah birth control?”
“Sure.”
“Cool,” he sighed, helping her move off him. She settled on the ground between his legs, and to his shock began licking his cock clean of the leftover seed that had dripped on him. He found that real fucking hot. Could feel himself eager for round two as her lips pursed around his tip, popping off with a crisp sound.
“I knew you’d have a big dick,” she smiled, moving to sit on his lap. Her thigh kept his cock upright. She moved her fingertips over the head when she saw some cum bead at his slit, “Wanna be fuck buddies? I have a high libido and I’m hoping you can match that.”
A line of drool spilling from his open mouth as he felt hypnotized under her touch. Nodding, “I’ll leave you exhausted and bruised up if you want.”
“I want my brains fucked out. Daily,” she said, forming a fist and giving him one full stroke. He keened into her hold, needy for more. “Whenever I want.”
“Put me on your speed dial.”
She started a lazy but firm pace, “I’m into a lot of things, I need a brave man.”
“I’ll teach you things you’ve never heard of,” Kid husked.
Y/N tripled her pace, stopping to twirl around his tip a few times and smearing more precum down his shaft.
“I don’t want you fucking anyone else. I’ll cut your dick off.”
“Jealous kind eh? That’s fair I suppose. Same goes for you, or are you a dirty whore who likes to be used by a lot of hot guys?”
She held him by the base of his cock, with her free hand she tugged on his sack tautly, “And girls. I’m down for monogamy. I prefer it actually. We have a bond?”
“If I say yes can will you let me cum on your pretty face?”
“I’ll let you cum anywhere you want, anytime you want. I crave your cum. In me. On me. Oozing out of my holes,” she gave his sack a twitch of a tug before letting go, and fisted his cock until it was deep red.
Y/N let him take control of his orgasm as his hand replaced hers, jerking off furiously as she settled in front of him with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.
With shaky groans, Kid shot all over her face, fascinated by the way the ropes dangled in thin strands as they fell from the peaks of her cheek, nose, and chin, drizzling downwards. He watched through lidded eyes as she licked around her lips, seeing the creamy seed spread on her tongue and slide down her throat. The way she smeared the cum on her face with her fingers and then lapped it off her hands had him hard all over again.
Her hot mouth was on him immediately and for the first time in his life, Eustass Kid let out a whimper at the overstimulation. Y/N pushed him back into the couch and mounted him once more.
The Halloween party had reached its peak and the house was booming with music and laughter. None the wiser of the pleasured howls and demonly groans that came from the sequestered room.
Kid’s skin felt on fire and he felt like he was treading water with how sweaty and tired he felt before Y/N had her fill. He’d never had a partner with stamina that could match his, much less wear him out. She said she wanted to leave the room first. He didn’t give a shit but he was a nice enough guy to respect a girl’s boundaries.
“When can I see you again?” he leaned against the wall completely naked.
“Don’t you worry, I’ll find you soon enough. Gotta establish some things first. See you later, Kid,” she kissed him softly, tied a lanky towel around her waist, and snuck out of the room.
With a snort, Kid went back to the couch and wondered if he had a fever dream or something. There was no possible way that just happened. That NO ONE had stopped by, not even Killer who was supposed to bring him back clothes. Kid had checked before Y/N left too, no clothes had been left in the hallway for him. Looking around for his phone, he pulled it out from between the soiled couch cushions and realized the time.
It hadn’t been more than half an hour since the Ouija board game had ended.
“What the—” Kid was interrupted by sharp knocking on the door.
“Enter?”
Killer passed in with clothes in hand. The blonde, still wearing Franky’s suit jacket, kicked the door close and threw the clothes at Kid.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED AND ERECT!”
“Met a freaky little demon and rocked her underworld,” Kid smirked, looking at the pile in his lap. “You probably ran into her as she made her escape. Had horns, a towel around her waist?”
Killer tilted his head at the redhead, “There was no one in the hallway. I didn’t see anyone wearing a towel leave the party.”
“She’s hot as fuck, no way you missed her.”
“Whatever, you probably had a wet dream. God please don’t tell me you ruined the couch…”
Kid tuned out Killer’s complaining as he got dressed. Confused at how a dame like her had gotten in and out of the party unnoticed. Masking the caked fluids with beer and leaving an apology note with cash paper clipped to it, the two friends left the room and rejoined their friends.
Soon after the crew left and Kid felt haunted. No one he asked at the party recalled the woman he described, nor her outfit. As if she didn’t exist. Without much energy in him, he bid his friends goodnight as he went home and to bed.
Tossing and turning for a few hours, Kid couldn’t get the woman out of his mind. Not the soreness of his body, nor the abnormally light feeling in his testicles.
With a sigh, he opened his phone and thumbed through the photos to see if he had caught a picture of her. When he found no success, he resigned to himself that it was in fact a wet dream. Before he turned off his phone, he clicked on his contact list when he noticed an update notification.
There was a new contact in his phone – Y/N.
Sorry for the late post but yay we won :}
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Eustass Kid, G-55 ~ Cockwarming
Summary: Modern monster au, Part 2 of Eustass Kid as a vampire and you’re his favorite familiar. Getting Gomez Addams level of love and devotion from the tulip♥
Warnings: Spicy! Dom/Master Vampire Kid, Sub/Familiar Reader - long term relationship cause I’m in my feelings, implied creampie, cockwarming for love, mostly fluff story
Word Count: 512
Eustass Kid never considered himself the type to be tied down. With immortality and all, it was depressing to tie himself down to a mortal when their life would be extinguished as soon as he batted an eye.
Blink.
50 years could pass by and he’d just…pick up and move on. The only real friends he had where people like himself or other creatures he’d had passing interactions with. He had his best buddies and his comforts – he didn’t need a whole lot. Sure he had familiars in the past to entertain him for short periods but he always let them go after he lost interest. He wasn’t so much of an asshole that he would lead someone on for longer than he needed to. Humans age quickly as the decades pass by.
Then he met you.
You changed everything for him. He couldn’t imagine a single moment without you. Wouldn’t consider it an option. So when you had been discussing your dreams together and you told him you dreamt of getting married – he knew he had to do it. Anything you wanted he would move heaven and earth to give you.
High on the addiction of you completely, he didn’t really register what it meant until months into your marriage. When you had tattooed your arm with something sentimental of him. He decided he couldn’t bear to live on without you. Didn’t want to try. Maybe after a millennium he’d feel different but for right now, all he wanted was the two of you against the world forever.
Offspring could be a possibility but that was its own process so he figured he’d bring that up in the future. For now, getting consent to turn you is his first priority.
Kid was disturbed from his imagination when he felt your head move on his chest. A smile grew on his lipstick stained face. He loved holding you so much. If he ever had to die, he hoped he would die in your arms. You’re the last thing and the first thing he wants to wake up to.
He would worship the ground you walked on each day for the rest of your lives if you’d let him.
You stirred slightly with a hum and he closed his eyes as your body shifted. Contentment and pleasure rippled through him as your lower body clenched on him as you stretched. After the last round of sex, you had passed out on his chest before he could pull out and he was so comfortable with the position that he stayed right where he was. Feeling happy and perfect.
Kid could tell when you woke up and he could tell you were aroused again when instead of making yourself known, you tried to subtly shift your hips and pleasure yourself with his cock. As if he’d miss the perfect feeling of your pussy hugging his cock with that delightful grip.
Yes, he’d ask your consent to turn you. After this next round when he can show you a million reasons why you should say yes.
We won :) Blackout Bingo is over and now we have the Halloween story that will post tomorrow! Sorry about the two late tiles, shit happens.
Halloween Day Party and séance gone wrong scenario
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Raven! My love! My delightful partner in crimes committed for the Kid Pirates <3 I am here for this! \o/
Eustass Kid and NSFW #2
Also all my hugs and snuggles, my sweet. ♥ I hope things work out, and make sure to let me know if I can do anything to help -^_^-
My dearest Quin - happy anniversary around the sun! I'm so glad we met each other online over smut and became friends♥ You requested types of kisses, I hope you enjoy your story! ;)
Oh Captain, My Captain Kid
Warnings: Spicy content! Eustass Kid X AFAB Reader; oral - reader receiving, fingering, and messy messy smooches.
Word count: 633
“Eu-Eu-EUSTASS!” you cried out, hair messily splayed out over the satin pillow sheets as you sunk your head deeper into the soft cushion. Fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly as you grinded against his touch, urging him to do more.
“Damn Mouse, chill out. I haven’t even pulled off your panties yet,” came the low, husky voice of your lover. A toothy grin split his face as he teased you with a long lick over the soaked material, causing your hips to buck again. With a laugh, he grabbed your hips with both hands and firmly held you to the bed. “Just ‘cause it’s yer birthday doesn’t mean you can rush me.”
His fingers glided down while he kissed your thighs leaving red kiss marks over your soft skin, hooking the fabric of your lace panties with his painted forefingers before yanking them off. Your gasp was cut off with a squeak as he licked you from slit to clit.
“Mmmm, love it when you make those little noises. Makes me want to devour you,” he whispered into your pussy as you clenched over nothing. “Tch, so greedy. Alright then, since it’s your big day and all—"
Without wasting another second, he plunged his thick, heavy tongue into your aching core. Your hips snapped sharply into his face as you let out sweet, mewling sounds while he lapped up your essence. Vigorously shaking his head from side to side as he ate you out, drawing out needy gasps and moans from you.
Using his sharp nose to press against your clit, he hummed out, “Gods I love the way you taste.”
Puckering his lips over your swollen nub, he sucked it harshly only to give it soft licks to make your shrieks of pleasure turn into babbling nonsense as he licked, sucked, and rubbed your clit. Pushing thick fingers into your neglected core, curling them inside you to massage circles on your slick walls.
“X marks the spot,” you could hear the chuckle rumble in his throat as he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his touch. He rubbed your g-spot with expert fingers, cementing you in place on his bed as he pushed his face deeper into your pussy. His heavy tongue flicking your clit made you spasm as your orgasm struck through your body like lightning. The waves of trembling heat washed over you as he kept up his ministrations to help you ride the ebb and flow of pleasure as your silk splattered on his face.
“Yo-you’re mouth is messy,” you managed to breath out, eyes glassy and half closed from the strong orgasm, staring at his smeared and wet face.
“Hmm, ya think so?” the glint in his eye spelled out trouble. The best kind.
With a devious smirk on his face, he crawled over your body until his face was in front of yours. He pressed his hard, muscled body gently against yours, holding most of his weight with his hands but letting it press into you where it mattered. His hardened length settled right over your still-throbbing center.
“Guess I better clean it up.”
Before you could ask what he meant, his messy, painted lips brushed against your face from cheek to cheek before he dipped down and started kissing you feverishly. You closed your eyes and melted into it, letting his tongue dominate yours while spreading the taste of you in your mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you angled your head to deepen the kiss, letting out soft moans as he held you closer, not allowing either of you to break apart until you were both desperate for air. Finally pulling back, he gave you a wicked smile that immediately had you suspicious.
“Wh-what?!”
“Who’s got a messy mouth now, Mouse?”
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Hello Beloved!!!
May I request for the event Eustass Kid with the Fluff prompt domestic intimacy
Jess my beloved Angel from heaven♥ I hope you enjoy your little story just as much as I loved writing it♥ You requested domestic intimacy, and I give you [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver.
Oh Captain, My Captain Kid
Warnings: None. Fluff and domestic stuffs.
Word count: 994
The dull thudding of the hammer broke your concentration as you were carefully trying to pour the neutral color paint into the slanted tray. Thankful that Kid had the foresight to lay tarp on the floor, you still internally curse at the droplets that fell on it from his distracting noises, but grateful that it protected the newly installed flooring.
“Why are you bothering with that anyways? We still have to paint the walls!” you complain to your lover.
“Tch, better to have it done now and paint over the studs than doing it later and chip the paint! Ungrateful ass,” his golden amber eyes roll in their sockets as he made his way towards you.
“Rude ass,” you click your tongue back at him.
Soft sponge rollers bounce off your head and you shoot him a glare, watching him juggle a few more in his hands with a warning look on his face.
“Careful, I’m fully armed babe,” he gave you a devious grin.
Taking the high road from the arm pun you wanted to chuck back at him, you give him a curt nod and stand tall. Picking up the broomstick handles you bought during a 2-4-1 sale at the department store, you toss one his way and he drops the sponge rollers while fumbling with the stick.
“Fully armed but not loaded,” you chuckle, taking one of the rollers he had thrown at you and attaching it to your handle. You dip it into the paint tray and begin rolling the thick liquid on to the walls.
“WAIT A SECOND!” his shout startles you causing your concentrated rolls to stutter, dripping thick paint lines down the wall and on the tarp covering.
“ACH! What?!”
“You needa do the primer first, ya ding dong!”
If your eyes could shoot laser beams, he’d be a dead man.
“If you took a second to read, you would know that this brand is primer + paint, bolthead!”
“TCH, WHAT WAS THAT?!”
From the corner of your eyes you watch as he picks up the accent paint color, squinted eyes reading the description written in large, bold print on the front. You could hear a soft ‘ooooohhhh’ escape him before he tried to nonchalantly pretend he knew that the whole time. Attaching the sponge roller to his own broomstick, he follows your example and begins painting the adjacent wall.
The soft rock music plays in the background as you paint, with you softly singing the lyrics and Kid backing you up with the chorus. It’s peaceful for about an hour as you work in tandem. That is, until your paint rollers met each other on the same wall.
With a confused look, you look up at him and then turn around to take the room in. Did he—
Yep. He did. Kid forgot to leave the back wall plain for the accent color.
“Don’t. Say. A Word,” Kid gripes with a hand over the bandana tied above his forehead to keep his hair out of his face.
You don’t say anything. Not a single peep. You simply turn around and continue coating the already covered wall to keep yourself in check from making a cheeky remark. They say that in long-term dating, partners pick up each other’s traits and habits. A learned habit for you was sassing the fuck out of the sardonic man. He could dish it but not always take it, and it was those delicious moments that made life a little bit sweeter.
Instead you mind yourself and allow a resigned sigh to escape you. A single syllable dripped from your lips as you did so, and you could feel the tension in the room spike. Your shoulders hunch, waiting in anticipation when the first droplets of cool liquid hit your skin.
“YOU DID NOT!” you shriek, dropping the paint roller and rubbing your hands to your backside, inspecting the residue. Your favorite color – the accent paint. “MOTHERFU—” the rest of your words die on your tongue as more paint splatters on you.
With a charged cry you rush at him, fully prepared to tackle your body into his like the defensive lineman you always knew you had inside you. Unfortunately for you, Kid’s height will always be his key advantage. With one hand he held you back by your forehead while with his other hand he shook the loaded paint stirrer over your body, covering you in very expensive paint.
“I’M GONNA DESTROY YOU!!” you cry out, only to be suddenly lifted under your thighs in his strong arms.
Kid presses your back flat against the back wall and shuts you up with a hard press of his lips against yours. Grinning into the kiss, he enjoys the way you melt into his touch as you kiss him back. During your fervent make out he pushed you up and around the wall in what seemed like lust-filled frenzy.
Turns out he was making wall art.
You stare wide-eyed at the mess he made by pressing your paint splattered body against the wall. Your own face smeared in red from his lipstick that he trails down your neck as you wordlessly gaze at the wall.
“I dunno, you showed me your Pinterest board and while it looked nice, I think this looks better,” he whispers in your ear.
You turn to face him, “You’re a dumb bitch if you think I’m letting you leave it this way.” The pout on his face is both too adorable and also too sad to look at. “Oh my goooodd, fine let’s fix it together.”
A small smile on his lips, he stood next to you as you quickly work together to finish the last wall. Taking a step back, he laces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it.
“This domesticity shit ain’t so bad when I’m doing it with you, angel.”
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𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔭
Thank you @icy-spicy for enabling my sloppy, slutty thots. What if Eustass Kid took you saying 'just the tip' seriously? Enjoy the not-proofed mayhem below.
Warning: spicy content 18+ only; Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; edging and slapping; penetration; creampie cause why not. WC: 744
Minors DNI.
“…you’re serious?!” you nod. “…Fine! Don’t you dare fuckin complain or beg for more cause I won’t break for you, brat!”
Eustass Captain Kid has not ever been known to actually follow through on such stupid requests. Just the tip? Are you fucking kidding? He’s got girth and length and you want him to ONLY give you the tip? Be careful what you wish for.
He has you naked and writhing under you in 5 minutes flat. He’s still dressed ofc. He’s taking his time and edging you on. He’s not pleased about your request and he’s making it abundantly clear. Pinching your nipples, hardly applying pressure with his thumb on your clit, thick fingers sliding up your slit but never pushing pass the entrance. Whines tumble from your lips and he ignores you.
You hear the sound of rustling clothes once he pulls back and you throb desperately. He laughs at you. Moving up your body, his engorged head prods at your lips demanding entrance. You comply and let him into your wet mouth. He lets out a pleased hum at the pleasure, allowing himself to be taken care of for a minute. He pops out of your mouth and with a sharp, stinging slap, his tip makes contact with your cheek. Laughing, he trails his body down yours. You can feel his cock pressing heavily between your tits – delivering similar strikes on your nipples as he did your cheek, dragging his cock down your belly, over your pelvis, and finally resting in between your lower lips.
Rubbing himself between your labia, your core flush against his veiny cock, he makes you suck his fingers while he ruts hits tip against your clit. Each motion shoots hot white pleasure through your body. Your hips try to keep up but he moves to pin your thighs down with his legs. Only he is allowed to stimulate you. The pressure he puts on your bundle of nerves is 10X the pressure he used with his thumb, leaving you gasping with tears running down your face. The heat builds up until you feel yourself release, the warmth spreading from your lower half down your legs as your muscles tighten, clit throbbing against his leaking tip. Your screaming is gagged by his fingers.
And he’s such an asshole that he does it three more times.
“Pl-please please put it in! I can’t take it! I neeeed your fat cock inside me!” you scream, a pathetic, whimpering mess. Just like he predicted.
“Nah. You said, ‘just the tip.’ And that’s all you’ll get,” he sneers, maroon lipstick smeared over his face, your face, your tits, your thighs and your pussy.
True to his word, that’s all you got. When you felt him push the angry red tip in your aching hole, you exhaled in relief as you expected the usual stretch of his girth to fill you up nice and deep. Until it didn’t. You could feel the thick, flared head stretch you open, feel the whole 2 inches of it sink into you until you felt the base of his shaft at your entrance, and then he pulled out.
“EUSTASS CAPTAIN K—!” your cry was cut short as he slapped the tip on your still throbbing clit.
“I told you not to complain!”
He thrusts in and out of you, angling himself upwards to hit your g-spot. Even with how little length he puts in you, he still manages to make your toes curl as he grinds into the spongy spot. Repeatedly. Never wavering from the spot and making you see them in your vision. Your screams, moans, and whimpers echo in the room as he makes you cum again and again.
You lost count of how many times you got off, you were nothing but a boneless pile of exhausted pleasure at his mercy. Barely brought back to the surface as Kid’s sweaty forehead plastered with his beautiful red hair is on yours, his breathing more than labored as he brings himself over the edge. Still only stimulating his tip, he uses your core to milk himself as he finally releases his pleasure with a low groan. It dribbles freely from your abused hole when he pulls out and lays on his back beside you with a tired sigh.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he quietly growled out besides you.
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Stories on the horizon - sin is back on the menu
Monday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Diez Drake Smut - 8 PM EST
Tuesday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Monkey D. Luffy Smut - 8 PM EST
Thursday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Red Hair Shanks Angst - 8 PM EST
Friday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Trafalgar Law Smut - 8 PM EST
Finally finished ~ sorry for the wait! Starting the week strong by bringing this fun little event to an end. Fear not, October is gonna be a busy month for Raven.
But wait there's more!
What's the Magic Word? double chapter updates coming out September 18th and 25th - Wattpad - AO3
Turn Back Time double chapter updates coming out September 21st and 28th 29th - Wattpad - AO3
Then back on break with updates TBD and preferably after a hibernation.
BONUS!
Friday the 15th - Kintober 2023 Announcement and Bingo Board Reveal - 8 PM EST
Friday the 22nd - Super Secret Halloween Project Reveal - 8 PM EST
Keeping a lid on all of this has been so hard. Truly. Bringing some fun and spoopy stories to celebrate my favorite season and holiday😈
October is gonna be Scary and Skanky
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