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Hopefully the colors aren’t too much of an eye strain..

I wish I was better at using this app

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one piece men + making out hcs | nswf-ish

while i work on the match-ups have some more hcs abt our fav boys. btw how do u guys feel abt repeating characters? i was really trying to avoid doubling up matches but w over 50 of u unless marine fodder #78 wants to get some i think i might have use some ppl twice. apologies for the inadequacies o(TヘTo)

ps: i have a community now, if u want u can join here (o´▽o)

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, gn! reader, alludes to sex, boners, biting, virgin! loser! law

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monkey d. luffy

luffy is really enthusiastic when the two of u make out. he doesn't mind if there are other ppl around and would always try to seek u out during parties. something abt the afterglow of a battle + being around his favorite ppl just fires him up to wrap u up in his rubbery arms and kiss away ur surprised gasps. luffy usually tastes like meat, sweet barbecue sauce, and a hint of whatever tropical drink he was guzzling down prior.

his stretchy abilities easily allow him to feel closer than u then a normal body could. coiling his arm around ur waist multiple times like a statement belt only to pull u impossibly closer so he can shove his tongue deeper down ur throat makes his head kinda light and eyelids heavy. occasionally u explore his mouth too, but he always cheats and stretches his tongue forcing himself to take control.

bonus: he has definitely gotten carried away before and gotten you two actually tongue tied. in his own passion of open kisses he found u struggling to pull away, panicked and wide-eyed as you pointed to the apparent knot between ur tongues.

roronoa zoro

zoro is a messy lover. when he gets his calloused hands on u he makes sure to hold ur face as gently as he knows how. his lips are soft and he tastes strongly of sake and variations of cheaper booze. u could get drunk off his mouth from feeling and lingering alcohol together. his hands never stop cradling ur face, he enjoys the soft moment of intimacy throughout so much violence in his life.

while he handles u with care, his tongue could be fighting u like a marine. similar to his captain, he much would rather push himself into ur mouth than have u take the lead. he also enjoys having u in his lap, while he rocks u back n forth. the motions of u rubbing his strong arms and chest while he loses himself in ur lips may lead to something else up in the crow's nest.

vinesmoke sanji

sanji prides himself on being a gentleman and yet all of his manners fly out the window when u push ur tongue into his mouth. his facial hair tickles ur face and sends tingles to the rest of ur body while his hands struggle on deciding whether to rest on ur waist or face. he tastes like mint, as his hygiene is impeccable, and pre-timeskip his upper lip may or may not have tasted like shaving cream.

the blond would gladly let u guide him through the motions as move ur tongues together. he would never brute force himself between ur lips and adores how sweetly u place chaste kisses on the corners of his mouth before u reach him. he would love to keep u as close as possible, however even after a few minutes of making out ur chef is going to need to sort out the growing tent in his pants.

portgas d. ace

i think ace was shy at first and allowed u to take the reins due to his lack of experience. not only would the makeout sesh be hot (haha) but sloppy too. strings of saliva would fall from both ur lips as u pant for air and ace runs a hand through his messy hair. blown out pupils stare at ur mouth expectantly like a patient puppy waiting to be told he can have his treat.

in terms of taste he probably just tastes like his last meal and charred bits of food. ace is going to be insatiable once u get him hooked on the feeling on ur tongues intertwining and mouths moving against each other in ways that send sparks down his spine and into his shorts. I doubt he would mention his erection, but it's not like u can't exactly tell.

sabo

ugh. sabo is a yapper and unfortunately not even making out can get him to shut up. hot open mouthed kisses pressed against his stupidly perfect lips would only lead to a cheeky smile and commentary on his luck. sabo tastes like English breakfast tea, and while his appetite is almost as crazy as his brothers he often cleanses his palate with the hot beverage. while his arms circle ur waist he makes sure to strip himself of his leather gloves if he hasn't already, wanting to feel ur skin on his own.

u should be careful not to rile him up too much or he might burn ur tongue. he hasn't had his devil fruit for long and deep emotion can easily set him off. sabo enjoys making out best when ur on top of him while he's lying down. during leisure moments in the Revolutionary army he wants nothing more than to spend his days lazily sliding his tongue against urs and trying to memorize the cavern of ur mouth.

eustass kid

kid is the type to pat his lap while he spreads his legs and gesture for u to come sit. and I would absolutely fall for it every single time. despite placing u on his knee the guy is 6'8 so i doubt ur gonna be taller than him. small kisses on his lipstick clad lips only act to annoy him because u both know what he really wants from ur mouth. when he finally gets bored of ur games he decides to bite ur lip and use ur surprise to bring ur open mouth to his own.

he has a lovely tongue piercing that sends a contrast of cold metallic steel whenever he runs it across ur own. sometimes he'll take his goggles off and let his bangs fall in front of face, tickling ur forehead in the process. while he is a rough lover, this is one of the view times where he lets his guard down and indulges himself in another. if u weren't wearing any lipstick beforehand he'll make sure u are by the end of this.

killer

n/a: killer wears a mask so u can't make out :(

jk I wouldn't be that mean to the 8 killer fans out there! if he does ever remove his mask and share something so personal like his own face to u, the first thing he wants to do is finally kiss u. and pirates aren't known to be the most self retraining ppl so ofc ur sweet kisses would lead into a steamy make out session with the blond. for some reason i can imagine this happening on the floor as the both of u awkwardly stumble around on ur knees until u fall into his lap.

as he gains more confidence he would move his hand behind ur head to press u closer to him. he spent so long watching ur lips grace everyone else in the crew with smiles and kisses on the cheek he can't seem to stop himself from wanting to reap all the times he should've taken u in his arms and he didn't. in terms of taste, unfortunately due to his diet full of pasta he will be tasting entirely like spaghetti.

trafalgar d. law

law has watched movies and read books where people make out but actually acting out the scene himself? entirely different playing field. he would be sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed as u stare up at him curiously. u've given each other quick pecks before (all that have led to wonderful wank bank material) but now it was time to get serious and fulfill a long time dream of his.

after hyping himself up for a few seconds he turns to u and u begin to crawl towards him on the bed. finally making out for law is overwhelming, erotic, and kinda sweaty. he can't stop his palms from sweating and he doesn't want to weird u out by putting his damp hands on ur body so he awkwardly keeps them by his side. he's already planning his escape to the bathroom after this encounter but it's totally worth it, esp bc the two of u r watching sora, warrior of the sea: the germs of germa after this!

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Move over and let the grown ups show you how it's done🫵

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art dump from the past few weeks. [do not repost]

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It's done!!! 🫠

I liked the pencil sketch I did previously, so I tried to give it justice also in digital, adding details on the poor handsome and much more livid face of Kid from the Meet Cute story by @pandora-writes-one-piece !

also @armiliadawn !

I'd do a taglist if I had someone more to tag 🫣 but I don't,, if you want to share, please do! reblogs are always welcome 🤗

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Just imagine

Posted on 05. 11. 23

18+ content ahead

"Oh god." You moaned as his thick cock was in you. And that's what he needs to hear, without a second thought he started bullying his dick in you. Oh, he absolutely loved this. He always lost his mind whenever you begged him to ruin you. He was moving inside of you at an animalistic pace. The only thing in his mind was to reach his climax, and bring you to yours in the process. He himself was an utter mess, morning, whimpering and almost tearing up from the overstimulation. But he didn't want to stop. He never wanted to stop. If he could he would be inside you all the fucking time, but he had business to take care of. So whenever he was blessed to be inside you, he savoured every damn moment.

Your rolled eyes behind and your toes curled. That's it you were there once again thanks to this crazy bastard, who was obsessed with your pussy. You could feel him twitching in you. He was there so were you. His pace increased. He was too lost in the feeling of your slopping warmth around his cock. His moans and loud grunts outmatched your screams and the sound of your skin against each other. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck daddy. Too much I can't." " A little more darling, a bit…" And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your tears falling on your face as a strained moan leave your lips. Oh, how divine it feels when you finally cum together, after all those rough strokes, stimulating you so perfectly in ways that you could never imagine, building up to that perfect moment again and again, both of you moaning like a mess as he fills you up as if you were his personal flesh light.

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Eustass Kid, G-46 ~ Con Non-Con

Summary: modern monster au, Eustass Kid is a vampire and you’re his favorite familiar. Need I say more?

Warnings: Spicy! Dom/Master Vampire Kid, Sub/Familiar Reader - long term relationship cause I'm in my feelings rn, blood drinking/maybe fetish, creampie, overstimulation, master/familiar play but make it heartwarming, marking/ownership Word Count: 942

The day you met him was the happiest day of your life. So wild and attractive, you were certain you were under his spell the moment his golden eyes burned right through yours. It was like he had a gravitational pull on you. Soon you were face to face and he gave you a charming smile with sharp teeth.

“Hey. Wanna grab a drink?”

That was how it started. Oh you wished you could relive that moment so many times, to get the rush of adrenaline back again. How high you were on his personality and devilish looks alone, you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted too, your pussy controlled your brain and actions from your first interaction. One date became three, then that night he fucked you stupid.

You were addicted to him then.

The addiction was mutual – he wanted you nearby all the time, so possessive, so needy and clingy, especially when he had limited time and exposure due to his nature. Wanted to both show you off and keep you shut from the world so he could consume you selfishly.

One day he asked you, “Will you be mine? Forever?”

“I’ve been yours since Day 1.”

His toothy grin was so beautiful it made your heart burst. Kid bit his lip, drawing some blood and smearing it over his red tinted lips, making them darker in color. He used his stained thumb to spell out his name on your naked chest before smashing his iron coated lips to yours, and you eagerly swallowed him whole. Damn nearly every day.

Kid purchased private land in a dense wooded area, built a magnificent house and had you living with him since that day. While he slept you did as you pleased, so long as you were home when he was awake, and you damn better be there to greet him. He waited all night to kiss his beloved.

You’ve never missed a kiss and you swear you never will. Today you wanted to surprise him. You leapt into his coffin as the lid swung open, and he let out a pleased growl as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.”

“I dreamt about you. Missed you. What did you do today?” he gently grasped your wrist and brought it to his face, tracing his fangs against the blue flush of your veins, stopping shortly when he saw the fresh ink in your arm.

“Is that?”

It was. A dainty red tulip in your inner forearm, with a slender, mechanical hand tenderly holding the flower stem.

“Me?”

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” you tease, kissing up and down his neck. “Of course it is.”

“I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m yours and you’re mine.”

He chuckled, “Have you always been so possessive?”

“Pot calling the Kettle bl—”

Kid didn’t let you finish, grabbed your waist and flipping you over so your back was against the maroon fur lining. Grinding his bulge into your stomach he growled, “Wrap it up, don’t want to infect it when I mark you some more with my cum.”

You were screaming as the coffin shook, Kid’s animalistic growls echoed in the gothic chamber and he pounded into your aching pussy, so eager to clench on him and pull him in deeply. His encouraging grunting as his hips smacked against your damp flesh made you fall apart – feeling like a sleeve at his mercy. The grace he provided by rubbing a calloused finger against your clit as he rubbed keen circles into it.

“Who do you belong to?”

“YOU KID! ONLY YOU!”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, pleaasssee, I love you!!!”

Letting out a satisfied moan, he bit his lip sharply with his fang and smashed his mouth against yours. You lapped up the blood eagerly and it was like swallowing a flake of spice, the way it warmed your mouth and throat, tingling – so intense it almost felt like it was burning, maybe it was burning, it was so hot as it ran down your through and warmed your body from the inside out.

“FUUUUUCCCKK!!” You came hard around his cock, letting out a muffled moan that became a screech as you rode your orgasm while he fucked you through it. The overwhelming sensation of his heavy cock overstimulated your every nerve and still he didn’t let up.

Jerking back on feet to reposition himself on to his knees, he lifted your body and held on to your hips as he fucked into you. Your wails growing higher and tears leaded from your eyes as you felt the edge of another orgasm building inside you from his perfect cock.

“Say it!” he hoarsely growled in your ear.

“I’m yours forever, Master.”

Kid let out a strangled cry as his hips stuttered but did not cease his thrusting. He slammed into you a few more times before you both came together. Always in perfect union – so perfect for each other, you even had your orgasms nailed down to an exact science for maximum pleasure. Everything you have with Eustass Kid, just absolutely perfect.

With a content sigh, Kid fell back to sit down inside the coffin, still partly holding you, so he could watch his seed drip from you as he kept you plugged.

“If all it took for you to call me Master was marrying ya’, I woulda taken you to Vegas that same night.”

“Crazy thing is, I would have let you,” you grin at him. “Shiiiiittt, you always know what to say to get me hard as a rock.”

4 tiles to go, 62 calls made so far. Since we've made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

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Quin's Terrible Two's Event

THE SECRET POLL RESULT

I'm not going to lie, with such a varied line up I was surprised to see Eustass Kid had won, and equally surprised to see there wasn't any ties O_O

But that's okay \o/

Here's the result of the poll - and if you want to see it in all it's terrible glory, you'll have to go over the blue bird for it. But now I'm caught up on the anniversary stuff and can get to focusing on other things <3

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Kid with a towel around his hips and his hair down. !!!!_!_!_!+$!$!_)_!!_!_!_!4!_!_!!_!$!!!&!-!!-!!!!!!!; ol<

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helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels. 

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Eustass Kid

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experimenting w styles

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please and thank you

pairing: heat x female reader summary: heat needs some middle-of-the-night infirmary sex to make up for risking his life (he was happy to do it) warnings and contents: 18+ ONLY, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), riding, creampie, multiple orgasms, praise kink, pain kink, light choking, one lil spank, some dirty talk, heat is mean but sweet and mean and sweet :), evil sex, jacob’s ladder piercing, kinda hurt/comfort idk they got injured in battle together <3, light dom/sub undertones ig, lil bit of brat/brat-taming, mentions of injuries, bruised reader word count: ~4,000 author’s note: one single frame in the new ep and suddenly idk how to act. who is surprised.

minors and blank blogs dni - do not repost - thank u

     it should have been the jerk of the bed beneath her, the scrape of metal across stone that woke her. but her brain was so sluggish, it took a rough grunt fairly close to her ear to pull her from the clutches of sleep.

     her eyes struggled to adjust to the world in front of her, only light coming from candlelight flickering over her shoulder. and then the bed jostled again, slamming into something as another grunt sounded, this one more relieved and final.

     “you’re awake.”

     sighing, she nuzzled her face into the scratchy infirmary pillow, ready to force her voice into a scold when a hand began playing at her blanket.

     “and you’re a pervert,” she groaned, “you almost died, maybe take a night off.”

     “i can’t. i’m rock hard over here.”

     it took most of her strength to roll onto her back, mainly because she was clenching up in anticipation of the ache at her side reawakening. it had been dulled from medication before she passed out, nearly undetectable when she’d first been woken up. but now that she’d shifted, it was beginning to throb dully, sensitive enough for her to flinch when a rough finger traced over it through her blanket.

     “still in pain?”

     prying her eyes open from her wince, she stared at the ceiling for a beat before turning her head to look at the man beside her, much closer since he’d yanked their beds together. heat’s face was glowing from sweat under the light, his sheets clumped haphazardly at the end of his bed.

     “i wasn’t so much before this weird guy disturbed my rest trying to get me to sleep with him.”

     taking the corner of her blanket between his fingers, heat deadpanned, “tell me who he is and i’ll kill him.” inch after inch of her skin came into his view the more he stripped her bedding from her.

     “no, no, don’t bother. i kinda like him…” her voice grew airy as she spoke, the sight of his dark eyes raking over her enough to have her forgetting the whole reason she was even attempting to turn him down. until he let his hand settle right over her tender flesh, fingers pushing in just hard enough for her to squirm. “heat,” she whined, “leave me alone, i’m injured. because of you, might i add.”

     “stop whining,” he bit, “you know i hate that.” her thin shirt was hot to the touch from the skin beneath it, even to his own scorching hold. “are you really upset with me pushing you out of the way? hm? should i have let your head get cut clean off?”

     “kicking me out of the way. but no… just maybe next time you could make it a little more smooth…” she was losing her train of thought over and over as the words tried to come out, too busy watching his movements closely the more determined they got. “more romantic…”

     “‘romantic’?” heat laughed, glancing up to see her eyes tracking his hand.

     “yeah, you know, like… pull me into your chest with one hand, fight off my attacker with the other.”

     all she could do was yelp and let gravity take over as said big hands tugged at her until she was flat against a hard expanse of muscle, right side exploding with tight stinging that was slowly being edged away by the same palm that had caused it.

     “you know my mouth is my weapon of choice.”

     “i’m gonna finish you off right here,” she grit, using his wide chest to push up slightly.

     he beat her to it, hold on her unmoving as he sat up further against the propped bed, lazy grin on his scarred lips.

     “i expect some gratitude.” before she could fight him like her open mouth told him she was going to, he slipped his hand back up to her bruised side, letting it linger as a warning. “yes, gratitude. for saving your life, for being your superior, for not throwing you overboard every time you mouth off to me.”

     a faux pout pulled at her lips, amusing to him not in the sense she wanted it to be but in the sense that he found it cute she still believed it would work on him some day.

     letting her fingers slide across the dark ink wrapping around his neck, she settled against him. “you’re okay?”

     heat turned his nose up at her, looking down it in warning. she knew better than to question him. but he also knew better than to think she wouldn’t.

     “do you plan on disobeying me all night?”

     “no,” she sighed, taking his hand in her own to encourage it along under her shirt.

     heat’s palms were always rough. even if he applied the faintest touch he could, they were still heavy and textured from use and disinterest in caring for them. and as much as she loved mounting a fake protest, he’d pulled it out of her one night how much she loved the feel of them.

     maybe giving into her baser desires and letting herself enjoy without weightless complaints had its perks, too, as she preened under his hold, allowing him to lift at the worn fabric of her shirt until it was being tugged from her arms.

     “let me see,” he directed, taking the candelabra from the bedside table and bringing it up to her skin. she twisted slightly atop him, giving easier access despite how the movement must have tugged at her injury. heat looked it over, tracing its circumference with his thumb and admiring the shutter he got from her. “no broken ribs?”

     she shook her head, answering him verbally when his fingertip dug in slightly. her legs were clamping in on either side of his hips, and she knew he noticed. if she didn’t let her eyes flutter, she would have caught the small grin on his face as he put the candelabra back.

     they shut entirely when he slid his hand around to her chest, gently rolling his thumb over her nipple instead of his usual pinch.

     “then you’re more than capable of giving me a good ride. showing me some of that gratitude you’re severely lacking.”

     she could feel his other hand making its way to her back, down her spine to settle at her ass. hip had brought her simple sleep shorts to ride out her stay in the infirmary, the flimsy cloth giving way easily under heat’s grip. he ripped at them from the seam that ran front to back, gaze unwavering from her when he had to give a final tug to completely tear them from her body.

     with nothing but a soft push, he collapsed her into him, coaxing her hips up to slip his fingers between her thighs. her eyes were going glassy, hooded as they stared up at him and almost closing when he finally dipped into her.

     “nearly there,” he noted, pumping his middle and ring into her once, twice, letting the slick sound of it echo through the close space around them. “get yourself ready for me.”

     he withdrew from her as easily as he’d gone in, tracing his damp hand up once again to settle on the back of her neck and pull her off him just enough so he could see when she followed his instruction.

     her own hand was a far cry from his, the electricity she craved coming mostly from where he kept his fingers nestled in the juncture of her leg, ready to push into her skin to guide her pace. she could tell from the look in his eyes alone that she was more than ready for him when he’d checked, nevermind that she could feel her own wetness oozing out and coating her flesh. this was more or less a show for him.

     leaning back more toward his thighs, just barely letting her ass graze his cock, she slipped her hand between her thighs, trembling when his eyes stayed fixed on her own.

     if they had more strength, she would have grinned at him and declared herself ready, pushing him until his hold was brutal and his hips were relentless. but the images of him laid out flat on his back, lungs helplessly trying to pull the wind back into him were still fresh in her mind.

     a shyness she wasn’t accustomed to around him crept up her body, flooding out behind her cheeks in a warmth rivaled by his grasp. slowly beginning to circle her clit, she placed her other hand over his, letting a whimper through when he turned it upward for her to slot their fingers together.

     “you’re going soft already? no more fight left?” heat’s voice betrayed his words, laced with affection despite the rasp to it.

     in a desperate attempt to spur his hand at her chest back to life, she arched into it, feeling herself clench around nothing from the way it caused her to press into his length again.

     “don’t ask tonight,” he began, letting her know he got the hint only with a subtle squeeze of her breast. “just cum when you’re going to cum.”

     she nodded, increasingly aware of how quickly she might get there just from the few points of contact between them and the way his rough fingertips began toying with her nipple again.

     warmth was spreading out into her veins, pulses of blinding pleasure growing closer together.

     “wanna…” she trailed off, eyeing the line of his lips in hopes he got the hint.

     “you will. once i’m inside.”

     she couldn’t control her groan of frustration, wanting desperately to fall forward into him and have his mouth meet hers with a crane of his neck.

     tsking at her petulance, heat slid his hand up to her jaw, coaxing it open so he could slip his thumb onto her tongue. she ran the muscle around his digit, knowing exactly what he planned to do with it. his own lust must have clouded his mind for a moment as he pushed down and forward, rubbing the pad of his finger over her tongue until her lips wouldn’t let him go any further.

     “pussy better be this wet and warm when you take me, or we’re gonna have problems.”

     string of spit following and snapping off his thumb, he brought it back to her nipple, circling it and watching it pebble under the chilled air when he pulled back. she shook, thighs clamping uselessly again, making his cock twitch at her lower back.

     her hips were beginning to rock down into her hand on their own, chasing after the release building at her center. she could feel it tightening and aching, her fingers slipping wildly across her bud until finally she was ready to snap.

     heat groaned in approval at the back of his throat, matching the force of her hand as it bore down into his.

     “good,” he drawled, letting her take care of her own body as it began to writhe.

     her moan was breathy, something in her keeping the quiet atmosphere intact despite how forceful the climax rushing through her was. it shook her from head to toe, seizing up her muscles until they couldn’t hold anymore and went lax with warmth.

     “very good.”

     she barely heard him, blood pumping in her ears too loud. her groan of protest when he untangled their fingers was garbled even to her, stunted by his hand grabbing at her ass to pull her up onto her knees. she hadn’t even finished trembling from her orgasm when his middle and ring were back inside her, pumping shallowly.

     “heat,” she keened, struggling to keep from pushing down to chase his touch when he pulled out again.

     “what did i say about whining?” taking his two wet fingers, heat ran them over the underside of his cock, spreading her slickness across his shaft and piercings. he fisted himself without missing a beat, slipping his head through her folds just to tease it along her swollen clit. “done a good job getting ready for me, though. i’ll let it slide for now.”

     her fingertips dug into his chest, nails biting at his skin when he pushed his cock back to line up at her entrance. she could still feel herself clenching sporadically from her release when he popped the head in. now, finally, she could chase after his lips.

     “i said when i’m inside,” he tutted, dodging her advances. “not when i’m testing the waters.” with his grip on her breast keeping her in place, he pulled himself back out.

     “heat, please,” she begged, already feeling the sting of tears burning behind her eyes at the loss of him.

     a grin tugged at his lips, light catching his eyes to illuminate the fullness of his pupils. “that’s it, beg.”

     “please, please, please let me take you inside me, show you how well i prepared myself for you. i’ll do anything you say from now on, i swear, just- please give me your cock.”

     “that it?” he sighed, letting his gaze go flat with disappointment. nevermind how he could feel himself throbbing in his hand.

     “i-i’m trying here, i just… i need-” his hand settling over her bruise again stopped her, just a faint tickle of his palm until he pressed in, agitating the burst blood vessels and causing her to gasp thickly.

     the message was silent but clear, a harsh reminder of why exactly they were in the infirmary, drained of energy and battered. of what he’d set everything up to be about.

     “th-thank you, heat,” she finally panted, still trying to pull back from the paralyzing pain. “thank you for saving me today and every day before it. thank you for being my superior, for putting up with me, for… for… taking care of me. l-let me show my gratitude. please.”

     her chest was heaving, palms beginning to sweat atop his scalding skin, legs already on the verge of giving out before they’d even begun.

     “come here,” he finally directed, guiding her in with that hand at her side still.

     she knew she’d done well from the quirk of his brow bones, eyes zeroing in on his mouth in anticipation of the press of him fully inside signaling her go ahead. he kept her all but vibrating a moment longer before again popping the head back in. arching her back invitingly, she let out a breathy gasp when he didn’t pause for even a second, instead bringing her hips down toward his own with a hold on her ass.

     the first slide in was always so good, ring of muscle not quite adjusted yet, letting her feel every ridge of him as it slipped past. her face drew closer to his as he rocked her up and down to have his first piercing catching on her entrance, gentle tug causing her to moan through her parted lips. only that first one, though, eagerness clearly overtaking him as much as it had done her, and he let the remaining four slip in without a hitch.

     heat paused for a moment, giving her an inviting look, egging her on to get what she wanted. but she knew not to give in, aware of the thin gap between her ass and his lap and the only faint press of thick blue curls against her core. he wasn’t all the way in yet.

     “oh, very good,” he chuckled, slamming her down and squeezing at her ass as it tensed up under the pressure of fullness.

     before he could even think about toying with her further, she stretched to meet him, pressing their lips together with an exhausted sigh. her mouth opened first against his wide one, tongue poking out in search of his as he removed his hand from her side and wrapped it around the back of her neck. thick fingers encased her throat, nearly touching at her collar. he squeezed as he parted his lips, inhaling the timid squeak that escaped her airway.

     a smack rang out in the room just as her tongue made contact with his lips, muffled yelp following it by only a fraction of a second. his hand was quick to soothe over the smarting flesh, using the massage of it in his hold to pump her up and down on him. the fullness of him left her breathless, grip on her throat nothing compared to it. like a weight and a pressure all at once, pushing up into her deepest point until her hips bucked to try and get away from the pinch.

     “you said anything,” he warned, tightening his hold on her neck. “get me off without letting the last barbell out. think you can do that?”

     the fifth and final piercing was hardly even an inch above his balls. she’d have to control her movements enough to keep him almost entirely inside her.

     “yes.”

     “go on, then.”

     his hand left her ass to press against where he was buried in her, first two fingers sliding up to feel as she lifted off him. when he felt metal, he squeezed her neck, letting her know just where the cutoff was.

     it was agonizing not being able to just lose herself in the pleasure of him and instead have to focus on exactly when she had to stop pulling off. the first dozen or so times were just to try and find a rhythm, try and convince herself she could fall into it easily enough to push them over the edge.

     heat was nonchalant about it, which only drove her more mad. she knew he was enjoying himself either way. and it made a determination settle in her bones.

     wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she brought their lips together again, distracting him for a moment so she could bear down on him on the next pull out. a grunt of satisfaction left him, coaxing a grin onto her face. she repeated the motion, starting to hold her clench until she shook from the strain, and basked in the success of it.

     heat was grunting against her lips, unconsciously tightening his hold on her throat each time he felt himself twitch within her. a faint brush at the back of his own neck made him groan, her delicate fingers toying with the curly hairs at his nape in the way only she knew he liked.

     “mm, heat,” she purred, arching her back to slot their chests completely together.

     he could feel her nipples pressing into him, stiff and aching to be abused until they were tender to the touch. they couldn’t get out of the damn infirmary soon enough.

     her lips dropped down to his chin, mouthing over his stubble, still letting little moans slip out with each rock of her hips. she was getting so enthusiastic with it, he chose not to interrupt her with the knowledge that he’d felt metal on his fingertips several times already. he’d let her have this one thing.

     “heat, will you touch me? please?” she whispered, “i wanna- ah... wanna cum with you this time.”

     “who said i’m about to cum?” he countered.

     trying to prove her point, she tensed around him as hard as she could, grinning against his jaw at the hiss he let out. “wishful thinking.”

     “want a bruise on your ass to match your side?”

     her eyes flickered up to him, pussy clenching all on its own at the promise of his threat in his eyes. “m-maybe later... just wanna cum with you right now. please? for me?”

     fluttering lashes and the peppering of little kisses up onto his cheek unfortunately had him throbbing so hard he thought he wouldn’t get the chance to even agree before he lost it.

     growling out of his nose, heat released her neck, beelining for her clit despite the scant space between them. “squeeze me good, or i’ll pull out.”

     “don’t!” she cried, trembling under the circle he began tracing around her, using her last bit of sanity to keep her pace. “don’t... ah, right there! right- please don’t stop, don’t pull out, don’t...”

     a bead of sweat poured out of his hairline, rushing down over the scar on his cheek straight to where her mouth was pressed to his jaw, breath huffing out against him as she chased both of their highs.

     leaving their joining, he brought his hand back to her ass, gripping onto it tightly, using it to guide her down onto him with an audible crack of skin. his eyes were fixed on her, on the pull of pleasure to her features, mouth parted and eyes squeezed shut, the glistening of a tear forming at the corner of her lashes. she fought against his domineering hold briefly, still trying to keep the depth he’d enforced even when he was trying to take control of it for both of them. it made their thrusts sloppy and off rhythm, frustration coating her moans as he didn’t quite reach the spot she wanted him to.

     “give up, doll. let me use you.”

     heat watched as she nodded, going practically limp in his hold to reach her peak faster. he brought her down hard on him, fighting against fatigue to buck his hips up to meet hers. moans, grunts, and the wet smack of their skin culminating into a cacophony of desperation until her body went rigid against him.

     “heat! i’m-”

     “where do you want it?” he strained, fighting against the tightening in his balls, amplified by her walls trying to suck him back in each time he moved even an inch. “don’t go completely dumb yet, tell me! tell me where you want my load.”

     “i-inside! inside, heat...” it came out in stunted cries, pleasure coursing through her too sharp for her brain to function properly. each additional pump of his cock into her had her jerking from overstimulation, ready to plead for him to make it stop and keep going all at once.

     “gonna take it? all of it?” he goaded, wanting her to squeeze him one more time before he’d allow himself to snap.

     “yes! i’ll take all of it, just- please, heat!”

     his thumb finally stopped abusing her clit, digging into her thigh instead as he gripped her, forcing her down to the hilt on him as the first rope shot out. “yeah,” he groaned, dipping his head to let his lips linger against hers, panting into each other. her knees shook on either side of him, wanting to shut entirely from the building pressure. “good... keep tight, don’t let any out. you’ve done so good so far.”

     her hands clung to his shoulders, keeping her steady through his shallow thrusts. a definitive slump to them let her finally relax, own body sagging into his when he fell against the pillow behind him.

     his heart was pounding under her ear, thumping up into his ribcage to try and match with her own it seemed. all his death-grips were gone, melted away into soothing pets to her back and thigh.

     “stay like this,” he breathed, running a hand up over her bruise, her shoulder, along her arm until he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “i’ll heal better with you around me.”

     the laugh she let out made her core clench, heavy weight of his cock and load still prodding at her. “doc might say otherwise...”

     “i know best.”

     he had that lazy grin on his face again, droopy eyes growing even wearier the longer she stared at him. the hairs along his hairline had grown damp and frizzy, circling him like a sweet, little halo. if she was prepared to spend the entire night in agonizing bliss, she’d have cooed at him and smoothed them down. but the tug of her own eyes stopped her, lashes shutting with a heavy sigh.

     “i’ll stay until i feel like i’m going to explode.”

     heat hummed, draping his arms across her back. “good. you’re finally starting to know your place.”

     “let me up, i’m jumping overboard.”

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First of all congrats on 250!! You deserve it. 🎉 Your writing is just so delicious always. ❤️‍🔥

I couldn’t decide so pick whichever you vibe more with: 1Q (mostly bc I think it would be funny trying to keep Kid quiet you feel me?) or 3S

Can’t wait to read everything that people send in!

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Prompt: Quiet

Additional Tags: afab reader, no reader pronouns used, established relationship, public sex, blowjob, creampie

WC: 1k

Event Masterlist

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Kid was not a man anyone would ever describe as ‘quiet’. Boisterous, opinionated, aggressive, frankly deafening with his signature roaring laugh, now those were ways one might describe Eustass ‘Captain' Kid. Your boyfriend was all manner of obnoxious in his manners, but it was part of his charm. And when it came to bedroom activities, he was more than happy for the whole ship to hear, in fact he took great pride in it. You, on the other hand, were more reserved. You didn't like everyone knowing every time you got railed, that was your own private business. Kid would fuck you in front of the whole crew if you'd let him, but it was something you'd absolutely never let happen. You enjoyed sex, and it wasn't that it was taboo to you, you were just a private person.

Then there was his libido; he would fuck you anywhere and everywhere if he could, but you were the kind of person who refused unless it was behind locked doors. Which is exactly why the workshop, crows nest, pantry and navigation room all had locks on the inside now. He knew your limits, he didn't question them, even if they sometimes resulted in him having to keep it in his pants for a little longer till he could get you alone. Which is why on this day, he was more than surprised when you took his hand and led him to the nearest alleyway, still covered in the blood of some now dead marine as you kissed him hard and unbuckled his belts with well practised precision.

You couldn't deny yourself this time, not after watching the way he crushed a marine's throat with his bare hand after coming to your aid, not even with his metal hand. It'd sent electricity straight to your core, already soaked with arousal by the time the battle had cooled enough to pull him away, the sound of fighting still heard just outside the alley. You forced your hand down the front of his pants and stroked him, already hard from the unexpected promise of a quick fuck in a public place, so close to the fight, so close to being caught by the rest of the crew. The threat of being caught was so incredibly arousing for him. He groaned as your hand squeezed around his cock, and you clamped your other hand over his mouth.

“Are you stupid?” You growled, “keep it down! They'll hear you!”

Kid's eyes rolled in pleasure as you shoved your fingers in his mouth, gagging him with them as you pulled his cock from his pants and stroked him. You pulled your fingers out, wet with saliva, some of it dripping down his chin. “Make a sound and I stop,” you threatened as you dropped to a squat in front of him, running your tongue up the underside of his cock.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath before biting down on his flesh hand as you took him in your mouth. You stroked with your hand what you couldn't fit in your mouth of his large cock, and your spare hand went between your legs, pulling aside your drenched panties. He could hear the wet squelch of your fingers sliding in and out of you as you pleasured yourself, moaning around his cock. He let out a groan and you stopped, letting his cock go as he whined.

“What did I say?” You growled, slipping your panties off before standing, “shut up”

His brows shot up in surprise as you shoved the damp panties in his mouth, and he could taste your arousal on them, making him whine. You grabbed his hands and pulled him so his cock was pressed against you and his body was pinning you to the wall. “Now be a good boy and fuck me,” you purred, lifting your skirt for him and exposing your round ass.

He groaned around the panties and grabbed your hips hard, pulling your pelvis a little away from the wall and eagerly sheathing himself in you. You made a strained moan as he began to fuck you hard, immediately setting a brutal pace that had your legs turning to jelly. The panties barely muffled his grunts as he used you like a cocksleeve, and your nails dug into the brick wall in front of you as your palms rubbed raw from the force of his thrusts. His hands ran up your body, under your shirt, tugging your bra down to free your tits so he could grope them, using them like built in handles to hold you more upright against his body as he pounded into you, your hands finding his thick thighs and grasping at his pants like you were holding on for dear life.

“Yes, yes,” you moaned under your breath, “just like that- fuck- just like that”

Your legs shook hard as you clamped around him and came, fluids running down your legs and catching on your thigh high stockings. You felt the soft patter of fabric against your back as the panties fell from Kid's mouth, his metal hand slamming against the brick wall and cracking it as he let out a roar and painted your insides white, cream dripping down your thighs to add to your own mess as he pulled out, head resting against your back.

“Captain? Was that you yelli-oh,” you both looked to the side to see a very startled Bubblegum, staring like a deer in headlights as cum dripped down your legs and Kid's softening cock lay still exposed over his lowered pants. “NEVERMIND!” He shouted before quickly fleeing, and you quickly turned around, smacking Kid on the exposed part of his chest hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“I TOLD YOU THEY'D HEAR!!!” you scowled, Kid letting out a bellowing laugh at your frustration.

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Forgot to post my @punk-captain-art-collab submission! Hes a little scary

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Need [FTM!Killer x Kid]

Killer has a need, Kid helps.

CW: transmasc killer, pre-ts, degrading terms, rough sex, fingering, p in v sex, biting, blood

WC: 2.2k

Masterlist || A03

When Killer started on Testosterone, he knew there'd be some side effects. He'd heard about other trans men needing to jerk off all the time, but he didn't think it'd be that bad. He'd been presenting as a man for longer than most of the crew had known him, having had top surgery before the Kid Pirates were even formed - only Kid, Heat and Wire even knew he wasn't born with a dick. But it wasn't until Sabaody that he was finally able to start hormone therapy, and it'd only been a few months since then. He was thrilled with the way his muscles were already building, a small goatee starting to proudly grow and making him feel more like the man he knew he was born to be, but there were, in fact, side effects.

Namely, the one he'd been dreading. Killer had never been a very sexually charged person, and with his low confidence and anxiety around not having the equipment he was expected to have, he usually just solved any sexual frustration on his own. His periods had all but stopped since starting on T, but it seemed like when they did happen that they were always followed by a particularly heated ovulation. He was starting to feel like a bitch in heat the way he was craving dick, and this month was exceptionally bad. All the toys in his arsenal no longer seemed to be enough to satisfy him, and he felt like he couldn't concentrate on anything except the throbbing between his legs. He was thankful for his mask when he caught himself literally salivating over Kid working out on the deck - sweat dripping down his pale body, veins straining against thick muscle, thick thighs barely contained by his pants. It didn't help that Killer knew he had a nice thick cock too, they'd fooled around a few times when Killer was still in the closet. Not that Kid cared that Killer wasn't a woman, all Kid cared about was whether you had at least one hot hole for him to fuck.

Killer groaned in frustration as he tossed and turned in his bed, several orgasms in but still craving. He knew what he needed, knew it was just across the hall and more than willing, but he felt ashamed for wanting it. Images of Kid's muscular body swam around in his mind, followed by memories of Killer getting plowed by him, and his pussy clenched around nothing. Swearing and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he gave in and unwillingly trudged across the hall to Kid's door, banging on it with a closed fist until he heard an annoyed grumble on the other side.

“The fuck you want?” Kid growled as he opened the door, immediately taken aback by Killer's disheveled appearance. His black and white polka-dot shirt had been straining on his growing form for a while, and now hung loosely from his shoulders, unbuttoned and revealing the sweaty, well sculpted torso beneath and the faint top surgery scars Killer usually hid. His jeans were unfastened, sash missing, and his socks and shoes had long been thrown off. His mask was on, but his hair was a mess, Kid could tell he'd been tossing and turning for a while. “You good?” Kid asked in a more concerned tone.

“No, I'm not good,” Killer huffed, pushing Kid backwards into the room and slamming the door behind him so he could speak freely, “I'm horny as fuck and I feel like I'm going to fucking explode if I don't get railed properly.”

Kid was a little speechless, he was never one to say no to a hot lay but Killer wasn't the type to ever ask for it. The few times they'd done the horizontal tango had been after significant persuasion from Kid, and not since Killer had come out.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” Killer growled, slipping out of his jeans before Kid could even answer. Kid could see the wet patch already staining Killer's briefs, and smell the pheromones coming off him. It made his dick twitch and his breath catch in his throat, and he forgot to say anything. “Oh for fucks sake,” Killer hissed, grabbing Kid's hand and shoving it down the front of his underwear, “stop acting like you're gonna say no and fuck me already, I’m going insane here.”

Killer's cunt was dripping as he held Kid's hand against it, grinding against it, his other hand gripping Kid's shoulder for support as he rubbed against Kid's fingers like it was just a toy, making desperate sounds Kid had never heard him make before. “Fuck, yer dripping Kil,” Kid groaned, curling his fingers to slip inside Killer, immediately able to sink two inside him and pumping him fast. Killer moaned and threw off his helmet, discarding it on the floor so he could grab Kid's hair and tilt his head to chew on his neck. His other hand slid down Kid's front, desperately seeking out the hard dick he knew he'd find and palming it through Kid's pants before slipping under the waistband to handle him properly. Kid’s free hand groped at Killer’s nice round ass, making him whine. He could hear how pathetically wet his cunt was, but he was too needy to be embarrassed.

Kid groaned as Killer squeezed his cock, making Kid swear under his breath before capturing Killer's mouth with his own and forcing his tongue into his mouth. Killer was more than willing to reciprocate, already close to cumming as Kid pushed a third finger inside him and curled them deliciously. It’d been years since they’d tasted each other and it only made Killer more desperate for more.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Killer pulled away from the kiss and sunk his nails into Kid's shoulders as his legs threated to clamp shut around Kid's hand. “I'm gonna, fuckkk,” he groaned as he came hard, almost collapsing as his legs shook. Kid made a feral growl as he pulled his hand from Killer's briefs, sucking the juices from his own digits as he locked eyes with the first mate, who made a small whine at the action. Kid pushed him backwards until his knees hit the bed and he fell back against it, Kid immediately yanking Killer's underwear off before stripping his own clothes, his needy erection bobbing as it was released.

“Fuck I missed the taste of that sweet cunt,” Kid purred as he climbed on top of Killer, “I bet its just as tight as I remember too.”

“Hurry up and find out,” Killer spat back, lifting his hips to grind his slippery cunt against Kid's erection.

“Needy slut,” Kid grunted, rutting against Killer a few times before lining himself up, “like a bitch in heat, take this cock then.”

Killer moaned and wrapped his legs around Kid as he was stretched by his girthy cock, filling Killer up quickly as Kid pushed straight to the hilt. Killer's eyes rolled back in satisfaction as he finally got what he was craving, and he pushed his heels against Kid's ass to beg him to move already. “Hold your fucking horses, fuck,” Kid complained, trying to get into a comfortable position. He lifted Killer's legs to rest over his shoulders then he dragged them upward and pushed forward, making Killer grunt as he was folded in half and Kid's dick reached impossibly deeper. “There you go,” Kid grinned, “now I can fuck you good and deep.”

Killer was about to make a snarky remark about how long it was taking but Kid forced the breath out of him with a heavy thrust as he started at a brutal pace, giving Killer no time to adjust or complain - exactly what Killer wanted. Kid didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that Killer wasn't here for a gentle loving night, he was here for a hard fuck, so that's what Kid was gonna give him. “Oh fuck,” Killer groaned, “just like that, fuck.”

“That’s right, take it,” Kid grunted, gripping Killer’s thighs hard as he pumped him and the room filled with the wet squelches of Kid’s dick thrusting in and out of Killer’s greedy cunt. Killer gripped the sheets either side of him, balling them in his fists and untucking the edges of the sheets as he squirmed and groaned, the bed rocking and creaking with every hard thrust. “Fuck, your cunt is just as tight as it was,” Kid groaned, “bet it was just begging for my cock huh? Needy little slut, desperate for your captain’s cock.”

“Call me a slut one more time and I’ll bite it the fuck off,” Killer growled, reaching up and pulling Kid’s red locks, forcing his head to tilt. Kid growled and pulled Killer’s hair in return.

“I’d like to see you fucking try, slut,” Kid taunted. Killer growled and squeezed his thighs tight around Kid’s waist, flipping both of them so he was on top and sinking his teeth into Kid’s thick neck while he rode him. Kid’s nails dug into Killer’s back and drew blood, as did Killer’s teeth, dripping down Kid’s pale skin and staining the sheets beneath them. Kid pulled Killer’s hair hard until his head was forced away, and he captured Killer’s lips, tasting his own blood on his tongue as he sucked on it. He bit Killer’s lip and earned a deep growl in response. “You wanna play rough, let's play rough,” Kid snapped.

Pieces of metal flew at Killer, wrapping around his wrists and tugging his arms upwards, like he was hanging from a chain. “No fucking fair,” Killer grumbled as Kid slipped out of his cunt and climbed off the bed, standing behind Killer, his wild blonde hair running down his back, matting with the trails of blood from the marks Kid had made. Killer was on his knees on the bed, his back arched as his hands were held above him. Kid made a satisfied hum at Killer’s ass before kneeling on the bed behind him and forcing his cock back inside, Killer letting out a grunt at the action.

“You look good like this, Kil,” Kid teased, giving him a hard thrust, his painted fingers sinking into Killer’s hips, “maybe I’ll keep you bound in here more often, use you like a fleshlight whenever I want.” Killer wanted to complain at being treated like a doll, but his pussy was clenching at Kid’s dirty talk, and he pushed back to fuck himself on Kid’s dick. “Needy,” Kid commented, holding Killer’s hips tighter to stop him moving, making Killer whine. Kid pushed closer, holding Killer’s back against his chest, his mouth at Killer’s ear as he moved some of his blonde hair out of the way. “I’ll take good care of you baby,” Kid purred, nipping Killer’s ear, “you just sit pretty and take it.”

“I’m not pret- fuck,” Killer snapped as Kid bit into his neck and started fucking him hard again. His pelvis snapped against Killer’s ass with every thrust, reddening the skin and making Killer feel like he was being spanked. Kid’s hands ran up Killer’s front, pinching his sensitive nipples almost painfully, making Killer go brainless at the multiple angles of stimulation. The metal around his wrists released him as Kid’s teeth left his neck, leaving a bite mark to match the one he’d given Kid, and Kid pushed Killer’s head against the bedding with one hand while the other spanked him hard. Killer cried out, his orgasm close, and Kid brought down his hand again against his ass, leaving a bright red handprint.

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me Kil,” Kid groaned, “go on and cum for me, cum on your captain’s cock.”

Killer bit down on the sheets to muffle his scream as he came hard, gushing and saturating the front of Kid’s thighs and the sheets below. Kid worked him through it until Killer went boneless, before pulling out and jerking himself off over Killer’s ass, shooting ropes of cum over the red handprints. “F-fuckk,” Killer stuttered as he went limp against the sheets, finally sated and completely wiped out. Kid groaned and collapsed on his back next to him.

“Sorry for calling you a slut,” Kid mumbled, “and a bitch. Got sort of lost in it.”

“It’s fine,” Killer sighed, rolling to rest his head against Kid’s chest, “it was a good fuck anyway.”

“Mmm,” Kid agreed, “I missed you. It’s been a while”

“Yeah well,” Killer sighed, “it’s not just you, if that makes a difference. I haven’t fucked anyone.”

“For real?” Kid sat up, “you really haven’t gotten laid? Cos of… the change?”

“I just… haven’t felt confident,” Killer admitted, rolling away to hide his blush.

“Well, you can always come to me,” Kid laid back down and spooned him, getting some of his own cum on his tummy, “you’re my best mate Kil, you can always come to me, for anything.”

“I know Kid,” Killer pulled Kid’s arm to hold him a little tighter, “I know.”

“Don’t wait till you’re suffering next time, aye?” Kid laughed, “let me take care of you.”

“Okay,” Killer yawned, before pulling the blankets up over the two of them, too tired to clean up. It was already so late before he came in here. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

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New Girl at the Party - A Corazon x Reader Fanfic

You work at a cafe and have a crush on the tall blonde pirate Corazon who comes in often. But after he rejects you and you lose your job, you decide to go with your friend to a party held by the Donquixote family to drown your sorrows, unaware that it’s Corazon’s birthday party. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Size difference kink. First time sex. Divider by @benkeibear!

Any comments/feedback would be greatly appreciated!

You straighten your simple cotton apron around your waist and adjust the temperature of the kettle of water on the burner, turning it a bit lower than most customers prefer. Then you walk over to the end of the counter and wait, watching the glass door of the cafe. 

It’s early afternoon, during a lull in business that hits between the relatively busy breakfast and lunch hours. That’s when he always comes in, if he’s in town that is. Half the time he’s away, doing jobs for his “family”. But you heard he came back yesterday evening. Someone spotted him in a bar with the rest of his… associates. 

A tall figure walks by the cafe’s wide, street facing window, and your heart skips a beat. He’s here. 

The door opens and your favorite customer walks in, black feathered coat draped over his shoulders. He walks to the counter and looks down at you. Ah, he remembered not to smoke in here. 

“The usual?” you ask with a smile. 

He nods, and you step over to the pot of water to fix his coffee. After watching the poor guy burn his mouth several times, you started turning down the heat on days you expect him to come in. 

He’s sitting on a stool at the counter when you return with his cup. He pick it up and takes a drink, then gives you a smile of his own. Has he noticed? You hope so.

Corazon was initially frightening, being so tall and wearing dark sunglasses most of the time, combined with the feathered coat and the fact that he never speaks. Plus he’s part of the notorious Donquixote family. All of it was enough to make you extremely nervous when he started coming in occasionally for coffee. 

Within three visits, that scary image you’d built up in your head of him was completely shattered. On his third visit to the cafe, he tripped on literally nothing and ended up splayed out on the floor, his hot coffee spilling everywhere. He seemed so embarrassed and flustered, writing out apologies on a small notepad for you to read, that you found him totally endearing. 

After that, it was much easier to treat him like any other customer. Now, when he visits, he often stays long enough to chat via his notepad. 

You’ve become very fond of him, to the point that you miss him when he’s out of town on a job and your heart flutters when he comes in. But you know these feelings will only cause you pain. He’s a pirate, an “executive” in the family (whatever that means). You’ve heard about the wild parties thrown by the Donquixote family, where beautiful women are plentiful and the executives have their pick. Corazon probably has tons of women throwing themselves at him all the time. What would he want with a waitress at a tiny cafe?

He holds up the notepad, where he’s written, “Thanks. It’s delicious!”

“Oh, I’m glad you like it!” you say, feeling your face heating up. “You were only gone a few days this time, huh? Welcome back, Cora.”

He smiles again, then writes, “I missed your coffee.”

You laugh. “I have to take care of my regulars!”

The two of you “talk” this way until he empties his cup, then he stands up and places some money on the counter, leaving a generous tip. 

You walk around the counter, preparing to go and open the door for him. He’s accidentally walked into the glass twice now. He walks beside you, raising his arms to stretch. Only he’s seemingly forgotten how tall he is, so his hand hits the light fixture on the ceiling. It shatters right above both your heads, making you cry out in surprise. 

Corazon immediately wraps his arms around you, shielding you from the falling glass with his body. You freeze, staying completely still until there’s no more glass to fall. 

As you stand there, still locked in his arms, you realize this is the first time he’s ever touched you. His body is warm against yours, the smell of cigarettes on his clothes, as he gently holds you. You have to resist the urge to snuggle into his embrace. 

You lift your face to look up at him. This close, it’s strikingly clear how ridiculously tall he is. “Are you alright, Cora?”

He releases you and hurriedly pulls out his notepad. “I’m fine!” he writes. “What about you?”

You reach up and start knocking the glass out of his coat. “I’m fine too, thanks to you.”

He writes on the notepad again. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry!” Then he looks around for a moment before going to grab a broom from the corner. 

The two of you work together to clean up the glass, then he apologizes in writing again. 

“Please don’t worry about it,” you tell him. “It was an accident.”

He gives an awkward nod, and an even more awkward smile. 

Ahh, he’s adorable! And so sweet! Should you shoot your shot? The worst he can say is no. 

You put one hand on his arm as he starts to leave, stopping him in his tracks. He looks back at you curiously. 

“Uh, Cora? Would you like to have dinner together sometime?”

His eyes widen, his face reddens, and he stares at you for a moment before pulling out his notepad again. He writes something, marks it out, then begins writing again. You watch him, growing nervous by how long it’s taking him. He’s definitely writing more than “yes” or “I’d love to”. 

Finally he tears the paper free and hands it to you. As you begin to read it, your heart sinks. 

“Thank you for asking. I’m flattered. But I think it would be a bad idea. I’m busy most of the time doing jobs for my brother.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling foolish but trying to remain casual, “I understand! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He waves his hands in a dismissive gesture, as if to say, “not at all”. He gives you one more uneasy smile before he steps out the door, leaving you there to feel embarrassed and dejected. 

You’re just glad the cafe is empty and no one else saw him turn you down. 

Later that afternoon, the cafe owner comes in, sees the broken light fixture, and promptly fires you. Explaining that a customer broke it does no good. There have been lots of things broken or damaged while you were watching the cafe, mostly due to Corazon’s clumsiness, and the owner thinks the common link is you. 

It’s an understandable assumption. She thinks you’re breaking stuff and blaming customers. If you were her, you’d probably think the same thing. 

Feeling like your day couldn’t possibly get worse, you leave the cafe and go to meet up with your friend in front of the fountain in the town square. 

You’ve known Ami for years, and she greets you with a grin and a wave. When you give back a half hearted smile, she frowns and says, “What’s wrong?”

The two of you sit on a nearby bench. The weather is warm and clear, birds are singing in the trees overhead, and children are running past, kicking a brightly colored ball. The world truly moves on, no matter how miserable you are. 

“I got fired,” you tell Ami, deciding not to mention that you asked out a ten foot tall pirate and got rejected. 

Ami pats your back soothingly. “That’s awful! You’ve been there for so long.”

“Three years,” you say. “I don’t know what I’ll do now. There aren’t many jobs available in town, and I’ve got rent due next week.”

Ami’s worried face turns excited. “You could come with me tonight!”

You shake your head. “Oh no. We’ve already talked about this. I just don’t think I’m cut out for that.”

Ami rolls her eyes. “It’s not surgery! Anyone could do it. The pay is great by the way.”

You try to fairly consider her suggestion, but you have trouble imagining yourself doing what she does. Ami is one of several women who get paid to go to parties hosted by the Donquixote family and sometimes “entertain” the executives. 

A thought occurs to you. “Do you ever see Corazon at these parties?” you ask. You’ve always wanted to know but you dreaded the answer. Now finally being rejected, you feel like you can handle the truth. 

“He almost never shows up,” Ami says. “Even when he does, he’s there maybe ten minutes before he’s gone again. He never picks a girl either.” Then she looks you in the eye. “Why? Is he your type?”

You quickly shake your head. “No, he just comes into the cafe sometimes so I was curious.”

“Most of the executives have a few girls they always pick from,” she explains. “If you’re new, you probably won’t get picked at all the first couple of times, and if you do, it’ll be Doflamingo.”

“The boss?” you ask, not sure what his official title would be. You’ve seen him around town a few times, and heard plenty about him. He’s Corazon’s older brother, but he gives an entirely different impression. “Isn’t he scary?”

Ami shrugs. “A little, sometimes, but he’s not so bad as long as you don’t piss him off. He’s never been rough with me, and actually I leave there very satisfied!”

“Ami!” 

She laughs again. “Oh, stop clutching your pearls! Your virgin ears might not want to hear this, but sex is actually fun with the right people.”

You sigh. It’s not that you think there’s anything wrong with sex, or even having sex for money. You just find the idea of it intimidating. It’s not fear, per se, but merely a general anxiety. You really need to get over it already. 

“If I go,” you say, making Ami perk up, “what would happen if I got picked and backed out?”

“Then you go home. You don’t get paid of course, but you got to spend an evening partying with pirates and enjoying free drinks. Not a bad deal, right?”

That doesn’t sound too bad actually. You could use a night of drinking after the day you’ve had. And Corazon almost never shows up, so you don’t have to worry about running into him. Even if he does, Ami said he’s just there for a few minutes. You can hide in the bathroom until he’s gone. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Ami grins. “Great! We’ll have so much fun! Oh, but it’s a pool party tonight so it’s required that you wear a bikini.”

You blanch. “A bikini? I don’t even own one.”

“That’s fine, you can borrow one of mine,” Ami says, excitedly taking you by the hand and walking toward her home. “Let’s go pick something out!”

*****

When evening comes, you don your borrowed bikini, an embarrassingly skimpy one in a rich purple color, and go with Ami to the Donquixote family’s headquarters, where the party is already getting started.

At the entrance, Ami introduces you to someone who looks like a clerk. You sign your name to a guest book, then walk inside. 

You’re not sure what you expected a pirate hideout to look like, but this is definitely not it. The main area looks like a ballroom that’s been converted into a club. There are colorful lights everywhere, a bar erected on one side, and plenty of tables for party goers to sit at. The back of the room opens onto a patio surrounding a large swimming pool. There’s music playing and at least two dozen other women in bikinis, laughing and chatting with the men. 

Right away you notice that there’s more than just the executives there. Several men in business suits are clustered around a few tables close to the bar. You suppose it makes sense. The Donquixote family does “business” with a lot of people. 

Near the center if the room, a huge leather couch has been placed. On it sits the head of the family, Doflamingo. He’s wearing a bright pink suit, the white shirt beneath his jacket unbuttoned to display his impressive chest. Three women are hovering around him already, one of them bold enough to drape an arm around his neck. He’s laughing as one of them reaches him a drink. 

Ami leads you right over to him and introduces you as her friend. His head tilts up toward you, but with his sunglasses on, you can’t tell if he’s looking directly at you. 

“Enjoy the party, new girl!” is all he says before his attention returns to the other women. You’re not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed that he’s not taking much interest in you. 

Ami sits down on the far end of the couch, so you sit down beside her. The two of you each grab a drink and you begin your night of trying to forget your woes. 

Just ten minutes later, you spot a familiar figure walking in. It’s Corazon! Your body shoots up from the couch immediately, startling Ami. 

“I have to use the restroom. Can you show me the way?”

Ami looks confused. “But we just got here. Let me finish my drink and then I’ll-“

“No, it has to be now!” you say, a little more forcefully than you intended. You keep glancing at Corazon anxiously, judging how long it’ll take him to reach the couch and praying he doesn’t notice you. 

At one point your eyes flick over to Doflamingo. It seems like he’s looking at you, but you’re not sure. Then he looks out at the crowd and apparently spots his brother, because he loudly says, “Corazon! It’s bad taste to show up late for your own birthday party!”

What?! This is Cora’s fucking birthday party?! 

Oh no. He’ll definitely be staying longer than a few minutes! Maybe you can stay out of sight for most of the evening. You start to step away from the couch, deciding you’ll just find the restroom yourself. But then Doflamingo’s voice rings out again over the sound of the music as he calls to his brother. 

“Come meet the new girl!”

You freeze just three steps away from the couch. Should you just keep walking? Pretend you didn’t hear that? Ignoring the boss of the family would probably be a bad idea. It might even affect Ami, since she’s the one who brought you here. 

Shit. There’s no way out of this situation. Your worst nightmare is about to come true. Cora, the man you’re in love with who just rejected you, is about to see you in a skimpy bikini, here to make money because your pathetic ass lost your job. 

Steeling yourself for the humiliation, you turn around to see Corazon stepping up to the couch. His eyes meet yours, and then practically bulge out of his head. You look down at the floor, and when your eyes shift back to him, he’s very pointedly avoiding looking at you. 

“N-nice to meet you,” you stammer. 

He nods without meeting your gaze, then walks over to sit down on the couch, grabbing a drink from a tray as he goes. You scurry off to the bar, not looking back. 

As you down another drink, you think about just leaving right now, try to salvage what little dignity you have left. But Ami is worried, and you tell yourself that the damage is already done now. Might as well stay until the party is over. 

You spend the next two hours dodging Ami’s questions about why you’re avoiding the vicinity of the couch and trying very hard not to keep glancing at Corazon. He’s put on his sunglasses, so just like his brother, it’s hard to tell exactly where he’s looking. A pretty lady is sitting beside him, her body close enough to brush his arm. Curiously, you haven’t seen him pull out his notepad even once. 

After a while longer, you start to notice that the other executives are leaving one by one, most of them with a woman (or in some cases a man) on their arm. Things must be winding down.  

Corazon stands up from the couch, and you feel your nerves prickling as you wonder if he’ll take the woman who sat beside him all night with him. 

He doesn’t. He gives her a polite nod and starts to walk away, but his brother stops him. 

“Leaving already? This is your party!” Doflamingo says, a wide and frankly unsettling grin on his face. 

Corazon pauses and looks back, then shakes his head. 

Doflamingo suddenly looks your direction and says, “New girl! Come over here!”

His tone is light, but there’s something authoritative about his voice that makes you obey. This man is accustomed to people around him doing as they’re told. 

You walk over to the couch and stand a few feet away from Doflamingo, who’s still grinning as he steps closer to you. Still facing his brother, he says, “Go ahead and pick a girl, Corazon. You haven’t since your last birthday. How about the new girl here? She’s been staring at you all night.”

You look up at Doflamingo in shock, your face instantly burning with shame. How could he just call you out like that? Is he actually a total asshole?!

Corazon’s face turns slightly pink as he pulls out his notepad. He writes for a moment then holds it up. “Not tonight. Maybe some other time.”

Wow. You’ve never been rejected twice in one day before. He doesn’t want to go out with you and now you know he doesn’t even want to fuck you. You’d cry if you weren’t certain that would only make this whole thing even more embarrassing. 

“Really?” Doflamingo asks, looking from Corazon’s notepad back to you. “She’s cute. I guess I could go ahead and break her in.” As those words leave his mouth, you feel his hand on your shoulder, where it slowly slides down your bare arm. 

Ehhh?! No no no, this is all happening too fast! You’re not sure you’re ready! You open your mouth to say something, but before the word “wait” can even leave your lips, Corazon grabs your hand and pulls you away from his brother. 

You blink up at him in surprise, but he doesn’t write a word or make a single gesture as he walks away, pulling you along behind him. 

You hear Doflamingo laugh menacingly and call out, “Have fun, little brother!” as you and Corazon leave the room. 

Now in a hallway, away from the noise and the lights, you realize how firmly Cora is holding your hand. Not tightly enough to hurt, but enough to make sure you stay in his grasp. 

He leads you into one of several rooms on the right side of the hall and quickly shuts the door behind you both. 

It’s a bedroom, probably one of many the executives use during parties like this. The furnishings and decor are simple but elegant, but the room itself is just a bit chilly. Just as Corazon turns around to face you, it dawns on you that you’re standing here in front of him in a bikini, a borrowed one that’s a bit too small at that. Suddenly you feel very vulnerable as this stupidly tall man looms over you, and you can’t help shivering. 

Cora pulls off his black feathered coat and drapes it around your shoulders, then pulls out his notepad again. 

“What are you doing here?” he writes. 

You look away from him. “I lost my job. I needed money so my friend suggested this.”

He looks at you for a moment, then writes, “Is it because I broke the light?”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you lie. You really don’t want him to feel responsible. 

He writes some more, then holds up the note. “You should go home now.”

The words irritate you. What right does he have to tell you to leave? “I need this,” you tell him, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “I’ll leave after I’ve been paid.”

He frowns, then writes, “This isn’t the place for you. I’ll take you home.”

Now you frown as you pull off his coat and push it into his arms. “I told you, I’m staying. This is none of your business.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes move down your body, but he quickly recovers and writes more on the note. “If you stay my brother will pick you tonight.”

Oh yeah. There’s that. You don’t really want to sleep with Doflamingo, so you’ll probably just back out, but you’re not telling Cora that. 

“So? At least he thinks I’m cute. You don’t want me, so why shouldn’t I have some fun with him?”

The look of utter shock on Corazon’s face almost makes you feel guilty for what you said. He hurriedly scribbles on the notepad in messy handwriting, “He’s dangerous! I don’t want you near him!”

Now you’re even more annoyed. “You turned me down! It doesn’t matter what you want! Maybe it’s nice to be wanted every now and then!”

His face reddens as he writes more. He stops, stares at you, then finishes writing. He looks away from your face as he holds up the notepad. 

“I do want you! I have for months! But I didn’t want you to get involved with this family. I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at him. 

He nods, then writes, “You have no idea how hard it was to say no to you. Especially when you’re dressed like that!”

You reflexively look down at yourself. You feel like you’re practically naked. “Oh, uh, I actually borrowed this from my friend. I’m not exactly the bikini type.”

He scribbles something else and holds it up in an urgent gesture. “You’re beautiful!”

You smile, about to say something else when you notice the awkward way he’s holding his coat in front of himself. Almost like he’s trying to hide something… 

Could it be? 

You reach out and slowly pull his coat away. He flusters about, his mouth open as if he wants to say something, his face reddening. 

Ah, your guess was right. There’s a massive bulge visible in his pants. So massive that it looks like he’s got a third leg squeezed in there. 

Holy shit. Well, he is ten feet tall. You suppose you should have expected that. 

He looks adorably embarrassed, giving you an apologetic look and hurrying to write a quick “sorry” on his notepad. 

You can’t hold back a laugh. Is this guy really a pirate? An executive in a dangerous crime family? 

“Sorry for what? At least now I know you’re attracted to me,” you say. 

“I always was,” he writes. “From the first day I went to the cafe.”

You step closer, reaching up to touch his arm. “Cora…”

He holds up a hand to stop you and shakes his head, then writes, “Rosinante”. 

You read the word out loud.

“My real name,” he writes. 

“Rosinante,” you repeat, loving the way it rolls off your tongue, “I’m already here, already involved with these people. No point in trying to keep me away now.”

He sighs, looks at you guiltily, and writes, “I know. Just be careful.”

“I will,” you tell him. Your eyes keep being drawn to that enormous beast in his pants, then you look over at the bed. He notices where you’re looking and goes even redder. 

Gosh, he’s cute. 

“Rosinante, can you bend down for a second?” you ask. 

He nods, then leans forward, bending at the waist so that his face is level with yours. You take the opportunity to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He freezes, his eyes wide, then he grins. 

He walks over to the bed and sits down, then pats his lap. You step over and stand in front of him, hesitantly looking at his thighs. He pats them again, and so you carefully sit on his lap, the soft fabric of his pants feeling warm against your bare skin. It makes you remember how little clothing you’re wearing. 

Sitting in his lap this way, you can look him in the eyes. You feel one long arm wrap around you and pull you closer, then he slowly leans his face toward yours and gives you the softest, gentlest kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, he’s staring at you questioningly, as if he’s asking if that was alright. 

In response, you kiss him back, far more aggressively. Your arms encircle his neck, your lips opening against his so that your tongue can taste his mouth. He tastes like he smells, like cigarettes, but with a hint of sweetness. 

His hands are subtly roaming your body, brushing over your thigh, his fingers grazing the side of your breast. You reach back and untie the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. 

Rosinante’s eyes are glued to your chest as one of his hands cups your breast. He lightly squeezes it before dipping his head and running his tongue over the nipple. You shiver in his arms, your bikini bottom starting to feel damp. 

His free hand slips between your thighs and rubs your pussy through the fabric, then he slides his whole hand down the front of your bikini bottom. You jerk in his lap, startled by the sudden sensation. His long fingers part your slick flesh and stroke your throbbing clit. 

“Ahh… Rosinante!” you whine, your hands gripping his shirt. You didn’t know it could feel so good for someone else to touch you there. 

His fingers keep working, one of them slipping inside you while his thumb takes care of your clit. He knows what he’s doing. Despite his apparent shyness, he clearly has some experience. 

He holds you so sweetly with one arm around your quivering body, his eyes watching your face as you come undone. As the pleasure builds, you kiss him again, wanting there to be no distance between the two of you at all. 

The climax hits you while his tongue is in your mouth, and you whimper against his lips as you clutch his arm. He doesn’t stop or pull away until you’ve ridden your orgasm to completion and are left panting in his lap. 

You can feel his erection through his pants, practically pulsing now. You want to help him with that. Scooting off his lap, you peel off your soaked bikini bottom, your face heating up by the way his eyes follow the fabric sliding down your legs. 

Now completely naked, you reach for the buttons of his shirt and nervously undo them. It’s only fair for him to undress too! As you push his shirt back off his shoulders, your eyes widen in shock. His body is covered in scars! Your fingers trace them as you stare in wonder. What sort of life has he lived that resulted in this? 

Glancing at his face, you see that he looks a little embarrassed. He shouldn’t be. His body is much more toned than his lanky silhouette would imply. He’s…

“Beautiful.”

The word slips out before you realize it, and he smiles in return. Then he stands up from the bed to pull off the rest of his clothes. 

The scars cover his legs as well, and his hair is a bit longer than you expected now that it’s uncovered. But what you noticed first, and what you’re having trouble taking your eyes off, is the positively enormous cock standing straight out from his body. You find it both arousing and terrifying.

But Rosinante is a gentle person. You trust him not to hurt you. 

He lays you back on the bed and pushes your legs apart, then positions himself between them. Looking up at him, you realize just how much his huge frame dwarfs you. This man could do anything he wants to you. 

“Uh, I’ve never done this before, so…”

He looks a little surprised, but he reaches over and grabs his notepad from where he left it on the nightstand and writes, “I’ll be careful!”

Indeed, he moves slowly and gently, lifting your hips and pulling your body into his lap, your legs on either side of his torso. You close your eyes, draping one arm over your face. You feel his tip rub over your pussy, sliding up and down through the slippery folds, grazing your clit and making you shudder. 

Then, oh so slowly, it presses in. There’s a feeling of fullness you enjoy, but after it keeps going in, you feel the sting of a slight stretch, making you wince. 

He pauses, then you feel his hand on your arm, moving it from your face. You open your eyes to see him looking carefully at your expression. Is he trying to determine how far he can go in without hurting you? Ah, he’s so wonderful. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “I can take a little more.”

He gives you a look that asks, “Are you sure?”

You look up at him pleadingly. “Rosinante, please… I want more of you inside me!”

The blush that spreads over his face is such a lovely shade of pink. He answers your plea by going deeper, making you gasp. He reaches one hand down to rub your clit with his thumb again, using the pleasure to ease your discomfort. It works. Your body arches off the bed, your arms wrap around his neck, and he begins to make shallow thrusts. 

He’s not all the way in, that much is obvious. His face looks strained and you know it must be taking every ounce of his self control to stop at the right depth each time he thrusts in. You hope you can eventually reach the point that you can take every inch of him. 

He’s bracing himself up with one arm, keeping himself from crushing you, while his other hand is gripping your hip, holding you steady. His thrusts become faster, creating a rhythm with just the right amount of friction to make you moan. 

Your hands move up to rake through his hair as he leans over you, kissing your neck and collar bone, trailing down to kiss your chest. 

He touches you so tenderly, even as his massive cock stirs up your insides. You find yourself trying to grind further onto him, instinctively trying to take more of him. 

You can hear him breathing harder, his grip on your hip tightening. His kisses feel more desperate, more hungry, as you begin to feel that familiar pleasure building again. His cock is rubbing a spot within you that makes you clench around him. 

His face is buried in your chest when you cum again, your legs curling up to wrap around him, your body desperate for him to be even deeper inside you. 

You tremble beneath him as he keeps thrusting, slower now, slightly deeper. And then, you hear the sweetest moan as you feel him cum inside you, shooting his hot load into your core. 

He… he moaned! You know his vocal cords still work, but he never speaks due to trauma. His voice is the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard. 

He stays entangled with you for several more minutes, until both of you stop shaking. Then he pulls out and sits up. He looks at you, his 

eyes seeming to shine as he watches you pant, your body still spread out on the bed. 

When you’ve recovered, you sit up and start looking for your bikini. Or rather, Ami’s bikini. Rosinante reaches you the top and helps you tie it in the back, then grabs his notepad as you pull on the bottom. 

“Please don’t come to any more of these parties,” he writes. “Doffy might mess with you just to bother me.”

“I won’t,” you tell him, sitting beside him on the bed. “But I need to find a new job.”

He writes more and shows it to you. “I’ll go explain things to the cafe owner and pay for any damages.”

Oh, he knew after all. You smile. “Thanks.”

He nods, then stands up and begins dressing. You watch him, drinking in his beautiful scarred form. “Rosinante,” you say, drawing his attention, “Happy Birthday!”