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Since it's happening in the Kid Crew community, I'll say it on my Kid Pirates themed side blog:

If you're sending anon hate and pretending to be people to spread hurt, just know that the crew hates your fucking guts.

There's no room for cowards and posers on the Victoria Punk. No matter why you might think you have a right to say and do what you're saying and doing, you're the one acting like a traitor.

If you can't say it with your whole fucking face, then shut the fuck up.

Bitch ass clowns out here bullying and harassing people in the community need to take a step back and get your heads on right.

Fix your hearts, or pack your shit and get off the ship.

Cause what you're out here doing only proves the one who doesn't know shit about the Kid Pirates and who they are, is you.

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Quin's Terrible Two's

Here we are at the back half of the Tumblrversary event \o/ The polls are closed, but drabbles will be going up the rest of the month =3

The votes have been counted, the results have been assessed! Now it's time for What Happens Because of All of That <3

So without further ado -- /Wire looks down at the piece of paper in your hand, but doesn't take it. Seems he doesn't care what it says.../

Sound Victory

CW: use of The Bench™, bondage, oral, double penetration, sub!Heat, dom!Wire, jacob's ladder for Heat, orgasm control, mdni

I hope you enjoy Heat whimpering.

Wire looks down at you, and for a moment you aren’t sure he isn’t just going to eat you right then and there. Instead he leans down and puts you over his shoulder with such ease you don’t even squeak.

The wide, large hand on your ass starts flexing, teasing you as he carries you off. You hold onto his cape as you start to squirm, biting your lip to keep as quiet as you can. He hasn’t said anything and some part of you is taking that as a sign he wants you to keep quiet.

A swift smack on your rear with his other hand makes you yelp, and he tugs your pants down, putting his hand on your bare skin.

“Don’t hold your sounds in.” He warns flatly. With your pants pulled down his fingers tease your lips and your asshole. Never pushing in, just brushing the sensitive places while he palms your ass cheek. You let the shivering breaths out, toes flexing and legs curling around his arm, needy for more than just the teasing touches.

“That’s better.” Wire pushes his thick ring finger into your vagina, making you wriggle and gasp. It’s just his first knuckle, teasing your entrance without going any deeper.

Carrying you into a room he sets you down carefully, stripping your clothes off without any other words. He moves your arms and legs how he needs, peeling clothes off with just enough care to keep from ripping them, tossing them aside until you’re naked in front of him.

“Red, yellow, or green?” He prompts, and it takes your mind a second to catch up.

“Green,” you answer, a large hand cradling your face and pulling you into a kiss. The sudden action makes you squeak against his lips and you can feel them pull into a smirk.

“Lay down.” He commands, and you do. The floor is hard and cold, but he works quickly, tucking your heel against your thigh and tying it into place. The rope is soft, and snug, not biting into your skin, but not letting you wiggle out of it.

Repeating the process with your other leg, he finishes the frog tie and brings you up until you’re sitting on your knees. He bends your arms so that your hands are resting on the tops of your breasts, just below your collarbone and ties them into place in a similar way to your legs.

When Wire picks you up this time he cradles you in his arm, tucking you into his chest for more stability. You can’t do anything to steady yourself, so the more secure grip is reassuring and lets you relax a little.

Stepping into one final room you finally see Heat. He’s tied down to the Bench.

Flat on his back his wrists are tied to his ankles, the bump under his hips pushing his hard cock up into the air. There’s almost 500ft of rope holding him in place, some of it coiled into a knot and forced between his teeth as a gag. There’s a toy pushed into his ass, vibrating softly from the bump that’s keeping him in place.

Heat’s appearance is enough that you let out a soft sigh that Wire hears.

“Like what you see, little thing?” He muses and you nod. “Good.”

Wire sets your hips against Heat’s cock, leaning you back and pinning the man’s length beneath your lower back. Heat’s bigger than you by enough that you can lay on his stomach, your head barely reaching his pecs, without feeling like you’re going to fall. You feel him groan against your back, his cock twitching against your body.

“Suffer for a second.” Wire grumbles, talking to Heat before he puts a hand on your knees, spreading your legs wide and leaning down. When you squirm with anticipation you can hear Heat whine, the movement of your body grinding - or crushing - his cock beneath you.

“Sorry!” You gasp, trying to stay still while Wire licks a slow, heavy line up your slit. He parts your labia with his tongue, watching you as the large muscle pushes into your folds easily, teasing your clit and making your legs shiver.

“He can take it.” Wire assures you, large hands moving down your legs and pressing into your thighs, his thumbs parting your lips. You feel the blood rush through you as he just stops and stares at your exposed cunt, tongue slipping along his lip slowly.

“Fuck, the way you twitch when someone’s looking at you.” His face and tongue plunge into your pussy as he says it. Squealing, your hips buck up, before Wire pushes you back down onto Heat. His body goes tense and he groans, twitching against your backside.

You can barely form a broken apology as Wire’s tongue pushes deeper and deeper. The only brief mercy he shows you is when he licks your clit for a moment before going back into your depths. The combination makes you throb against his tongue, and you’re pretty sure that’s why he keeps doing it.

“Ah, you still need prepped.” Wire seems to decide this randomly, standing up before you can cum against his tongue. “Heat needs a reward for not being a lil’ bitch too, I guess.”

“-ank ew,” Heat mumbles from behind the thick rope gag.

Wire picks you up, and turns you around. Heat’s cock is against your dripping slit and Wire licks your neck to get your attention.

“Color.”

“Guh-Green.” You say, eyes fixed on the leaky cock between your thighs. Heat’s piercings disappear beneath your folds, but you’re sure the ladder goes from just below the head down to his balls.

Wire lifts you, easing you onto Heat’s cock. You and Heat both moan as Wire works you down onto him. He holds onto the ropes across your back, acting as a harness while also keeping your arms in place, with one hand, using an easy motion to help you grind against Heat.

Once you’re both breathing heavy and moaning, Wire stops for just a moment, opening a jar and adjusting his hold on you. He puts one arm against your chest, letting you hold onto his forearm with your bound hands.

His other hand pushes two coldly lubed up fingers into your ass.

Crying out in surprise at the cold, you clench on the fingers in your ass and Heat’s cock buried in your cunt. The surprised gasp turns into pleasurable moans, Wire’s fingers working your ass, teasing you quickly and making you shudder and squirm against Heat.

Heat’s eyes go hazy, his body tensing against the ropes, hips jerking up into you as much as they can for how completely he’s tied down. He can feel you and Wire’s fingers, and he was on edge just from the way you moved while Wire had been eating you out.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ cum,” Wire grumbles down at Heat.

Heat whimpers, thumping the back of his head against the bench in frustation, growling broken swears into the gag, and struggles against his own impending orgasm. He’s doing his best to keep from cumming, despite being obviously on edge already.

“Hold out until you’re in her ass.” Wire clarifies. “You can pump her full all you want then.”

“-mm… I’m gonna cum,” you husk, shivering in Wire’s grip. Your body shivers and tenses as the pleasure builds and Heat starts shaking his head, groaning from behind the gag. “I can’t - I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Oh you can cum all you want, little thing.” Wire promises you, his fingers seeming to lock onto the sensitive places in your ass, teasing you against Heat’s cock. Heat’s pitching a fit behind his gag, fingers flexing and ropes groaning. It looks like he might bite through the gag between his teeth.

Wire lifts you off Heat’s length just as you cum, letting your pleasure drip onto his cock as you mewl and moan for them, the fingers in your ass being just enough to get you through the high.

Heat sighs, sagging against the table, breathing rough against the gag.

Wire gives you both a minute to catch your breath, slowly working your ass a little wider before turning you back around again. This time he eases Heat’s cock into your ass, watching closely as he does and pulling you up or adding lube when he needs to. Once you’ve taken him in, Wire leans you back, letting you lay against Heat’s stomach, lining his own cock up with your throbbing pussy.

“Be good, sweet little things,” Wire grins, the head of his cock pushing in and stretching you beyond Heat’s girth. “I’m not going to stop until I’m sated, or you’ve both passed out.”

You hear Heat whimper as Wire pushes in deeper and deeper, thumb rolling against your clit. The dark glint in his eyes promises no mercy as pleasure begins to coil in your guts.

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I didn't mean to make it look like he's grabbing his meat in that first picture, sorry.

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I know you don't do canon X canon but Elf!Killer abandoning everything he grew up with because he's enamored with Orc!Kid is my everything now

I don't normally, but I'm not against it either.

I've certainly wrote canon/canon for zines and such =3 (I used to write nothing but canon/canon back before I stopped writing for like 10 years >.> )

And I do love this! I think it could still work for x reader too, it would be a nice polycule - Elf!Killer, Orc!Kid ... >.> Human?Reader (maybe it turns out they're like a demi-god, or a dragon, or a mythological creature, and that explains how they're able to keep up with those two XD

I do love that set up though. Runaway Prince Killer, maybe his people still want him back, maybe there's a prophecy... hm... I mean, if I'm going to consider a second fantasy AU... >.>

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I'm almost upset I decided against fantasy races for my magic-royal reader AU because *damn*.

>.>

I mean, it's not like I can't make a second fantasy magic reader au...

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My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

I am fire. I am death!

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guess who

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Naga Eustass Kid x Y/N

Naga Kid at your mercy. Full naughty version here. More content on my Patreon.

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The Tower ~ Eustass Kid

Fate & Fortune, a One Piece Tarot Zine by @newscoozines Card Spot Artist: @quinloki

Card meaning (Labyrinthos) - The Tower represents change in the most radical and momentous sense. It is for this reason that the card itself visually looks so unnerving. But it doesn't necessarily have to be truly frightening or ominous. Because at the heart of this card, its message is foundational, groundbreaking change. The kind of event that the Tower card marks does not have to be something terrible, like a disaster or a great loss.  Change itself is a normal part of life that one has to embrace. But it can sometimes strike fear, for it means that we must abandon the truths that we have known prior to this event. The old ways are no longer useful, and you must find another set of beliefs, values and processes to take their place.

Pieces of driftwood were scattered across the sandy shores of the island the Kid Pirates washed up on. The sail of Kid’s beloved Victoria Punk was pulled from the water by the remains of his crew; the others worked together to pull each other from the wreckage of their ruined vessel.

Extremely injured but standing, Kid watched with dull eyes as he observed Wire and Heat attend to his best friend’s wounds. With his mask destroyed and lost to the sea, Kid couldn’t stand to see the fake smile plastered on Killer’s face, no longer able to hide behind the security of his helmet.

And it was all Kid’s fault.

The sounds of the crew yelling after him were no more audible than the waves crashing against the beach as Eustass “Captain” Kid took determined steps into the sea. He sluggishly lifted his legs and waded deeper into the water, feeling his strength drain as if he was being exsanguinated. Good. He deserved it.

As far as he was concerned, he deserved to drown in the sea of the New World. For letting his arrogance lead his crew to ruin. For letting his pride nearly kill the closest thing he had to a family, brothers and sisters.

For the first time since his youth, Kid truly loathed himself.

A scrawny orphan boy left to die in scrap heaps, it was Killer who picked him up from the trash and took care of him. For most of his childhood until they took over their island and set off on their maiden voyage for the One Piece.

Kid swore then that he would be responsible for the crew and Killer. Nothing would ever befall them so long as Kid was standing and kicking, punching, and biting his way through their rivals and enemies. That was the promise he made to himself, and to Killer in private. He would take all the years he was sheltered and cared for and pay it back a thousand fold to the people who stood behind him and helped him carry out his wishes.

To be King of the Pirates.

The water was mid-waist, Kid’s footing stumbled but still he kept walking. Ruined wood, chunks of dinosaur bone, half floating crates of supplies passed him by and each bit of it was like a knife stabbed straight into his heart.

King of the Pirates?

A joke. He was no more than the King of Ruin; he laughed cruelly to himself. Born in trash, died like trash.

Salty droplets leaked from the corner of his eyes and he wiped them away furiously, convinced it was simply backsplash from the sea. Until he couldn’t contain the endless streams that waterfalled from his tear ducts. Unsteadily wading deeper until the water was at his chest, Kid felt the tug of the ocean overpowering him and for once in his entire life, he wanted to let go.

No longer wanting to be in charge of his body, no longer wanting to be responsible for the pain and misery he brought upon his family, no longer wanting to face the humility and consequences of his brash actions, Kid let the pull of the ocean lull his body into its embrace. Willing to let it take him away so he didn’t have to look back at all the faces he let down.

Unwilling to let the people who had been by his side for two decades see him finally break down. A good for nothing jackass. May he be sent to hell for gathering a group of lovable, eccentric outcasts, filled them with hope, high expectations and tales of grandeur, only to fall just short of all the treasure and power the world had to offer.

Baka.

Kid’s weary head snapped up as he turned to face the piece of shit who dared to call him—

Surely his injuries were worse than he thought because he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the faces looking back at him.

The Kid Pirates were petrified. He’d hadn’t seen those expressions on their faces, not since before they left Kutsukku Island. Not when he stood against Kaido on their base island, nor when they faced Red Hair’s crew for the second time. This time they were scared to death, and he was the cause of it.

They panicked watching him walk in the water in self-inflicted punishment. They’d never been afraid of him, or for him, before.

One body stood out from the rest. A small, ghostly figure standing off in the back, distanced from the crew. It started walking closer to his family, and in a rattled state, Kid willed the last of his strength to power his legs back to the shore.

The crew reached out to their Captain; yet he marched past them and straight to the ghostly figure they hadn’t noticed. They couldn’t believe their eyes either. Not until it spoke to them.

“You never did like changes but not once did I take you for a coward, Kid. What?”

“Vic…” Kid huffed suspiciously. “Is that really you?”

“Fwa fwa fwaaa” Killer wheezed out, tears streaming down his puffy eyes. “You look exactly the same ‘Ria,” he choked out.

“Of course I look the same, I’ve been with you guys this whole time! You think I’d go away just ‘cause I died? You both got dumber with age,” she tsked at them.

“Why haven’t we seen you before now?” Kid asked, chest tight and voice dry.

The figure tilted her head and studied him carefully before answering.

“I heard you, you know? When you named the ship after me. So I said to hell with heaven, I’d go with you guys to edges of the planet and tip right over it with you. I’ve been living in the tower ever since, she toed the ground with her boot.

“You boys haven’t needed me for a very long time. I don’t know what I am now but I’ve got rain boots, a coat, and a hammer. I’ve been happy to sit back and enjoy the journey, caused a little mischief here and there, sailed us through the roughest of storms and unforgiving currents under the sea, I even repaired the ship after that stupid blue dragon took it and messed it up – but this is the first time in I don’t even know how long that I couldn’t help you!

“You got us to the New World, to the Land of Giants and you’re just gonna off yourself because the ship and maps are gone?! Do you know how much that pisses me off?! Am I a joke to you!?!” the spirit of Victoria yelled at Kid like she used to when they were young, a lifetime ago.

Gods how he and Killer missed her.

“I was always good at makin’ ya mad,” Kid scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah, cause you’re a brat! So what are you gonna do about it?” she lightly smacked him with her hammer but it passed through him.

“Takes a brat to know a brat, and you’re both knuckleheads,” Killer sighed. “She’s right, like always. Pity party is over, what’s the next move, Captain?”

Kid cracked his neck as the others stared expectantly at him, impatiently almost. Weren’t they about to piss their pants a second ago?

“You guys would still call me Captain after what happened?” he had to ask. He needed to know.

“I mean, I’ve always called you Boss so unless that’s changin’…” Boogie sat cross legged on the sand.

The remaining crew nodded and murmured in agreement as they also sprawled on the sand, exhaustion taking its toll after the day they had.

The redhead grunted in acknowledgement, turning away so they couldn’t see the pinched expression of relief on his face. Of happiness. He activated his power and attracted small gears and bits to him to make himself appear absorbed in planning and not silently sobbing. Killer knew though, as he always did. Wordlessly, the blonde stood shoulder to shoulder to Kid.

“Some things that need change are worth changing,” he grunted softly. “But me being your Captain ain’t one of ‘em . Right, Killer?”

“Damn right,” he said firmly. “I think we could all use a meal. What do you guys say about taking a break to find something to hunt?”

As if to answer, Kid’s stomach growled loudly. Nodding in agreement as he rolled the metal pieces in his palm, “Alright, let’s go kill something. Tomorrow we build again, bolt by bolt.”

“Awesome cause I had some ideas I wanted to run by you, like an actual room for me,” Victoria’s spirit walked between her two best friends as they trekked towards the massive jungle.

“Hey ‘Ria…are you the reason Kid’s lipstick and my olive oil are never in the same places we leave them?”

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Sat on the couch, between Kid's legs, the agreed upon movie starting up on the TV.

It's just you and him and a bet.

His hands cup your breasts as the opening starts, hands covering almost all of you so easily. He moves in big movements at first, until the little bumps of arousal tighten under your shirt.

His fingers begin to focus on your hardening nipples, teasing them easily.

He's not going to do anything else, that's the game.

He's just going to play with your tits through your shirt until the movie's done. If you make it without cumming, if you can make it without begging him to stop or touch you differently, then you win.

Otherwise he wins.

Five minutes into the movie you can feel your body warming up.

How can he be so relentless when you're clothed?

Whether or not you can cum from just having your tits played with will be determined one way or another, but The Lord of the Rings Extended Edition was foolish bravado on your part. You're going to be drooling before Bilbo's birthday party starts.

You can already picture the knowing smirk on Kid's face as he pinches your nipples before returning to his steady, laser targeted teasing circles.

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Not gonna lie, I wish that pumpkin were me My piece for the @punk-captain-art-collab!

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Main four reaction on being told "on all fours, ass up. You won't say anything unless asked to" by a lowkey mean s/o

I'mma roll with my knee-jerk reaction to this.

Kid and Wire both would have the s/o on their hands and knees. Via use of restraints and metal bars if needed. Gags would be involved. You're looking at impact play, edging and straight up denial. Maybe some purposefully ruined orgasms to tie things off.

Left sweaty, exhausted, and shivering from exertion cause you're not going to be trembling from pleasure.

Killer is likely to just look at you. For an uncomfortably long time until you either compromise a little bit, or get up on all fours yourself. (The exception to this being if you previously agreed to something like this, he'd be a lot more reasonable, but impromptu out of the blue? Nooooot so much.)

Heat's the one I can see rolling over for it, and probably enjoying himself by the end of it. Which, I mean, I hope he enjoys himself by the end of it, whatever "enjoyment" might be for him, cause I'm pretty sure if you're full on mean for no real reason you might have to refer to the Kid/Wire outcome 😅

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the reaper cometh my piece for @kidpirateszine

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One Long Night

Summary: short, multi-chapter choose your own adventure story! You're the main character, this is your rodeo and Captain Kid is your bull ;)

Warnings: Eustass Kid X Female Reader, consent is implied, femdom dynamics forced orgasm, exhibitionism because its at a dark pub in the back.

Taglist? If you want to be notified when this multi-chapter fic (or any other Eustass Kid fic) gets posted, let me know and I'll start adding to the posts❤

Vote in the poll at the end of the chapter to help me choose the direction this fic goes next! Full disclosure, I changed the options from last time

There was little left of the dive bar the Kid Pirates trashed that evening. Some still-standing yet drunk as fuck local islanders scattered around the place, the busted lights cast a hazy, dim glow in the already dark bar.

Not that the Kid Pirates minded, it was how they liked to wind down before the night ended.

You, Kid and the crew had been sharing stories and laughing over jokes for a while and the chatter quieted down as they drank and polished off the food on the tables. They dwindled and eventually left with knowing glances at each other, but you and Kid were drunkenly talking and barely noticed when the table was empty.  The remaining crew drifted to harass the patrons and mingled with whoever was still around.

“I’m gonna grab us some waters,” you headed to the bar to hydrate and throw down extra cash for tips and damages. You always felt a little bad for owners of businesses they fucked up. It was your collateral-damage cash.

The bartender gave you extra-large mugs filled with ice cubes, and in your inebriated state made you a bit clumsy as you walked back to the table without spilling drop or cube. At the table, Kid had kicked aside the chairs, placing his weapons strap and loose items on the empty seats and table..

Setting the glasses gently down, you felt Kid’s fingers ghost across the small of your back, grazing them to your waist as he guided you to sit in his lap. You tried to ignore the hot buzz you felt along your body as he moved you. You shifted to get comfortable while Kid was finishing his liquor when he suddenly coughed and shuddered underneath you.

“You ok, Boss?”

He cleared his throat before answering, “Y-yeh, drink jus’ went down the wrong pipe.”

Kid prompted you to give him his water, and he let out a few coughs before his voice wasn’t as strained. When his breathing felt more regulated, you brought up a topic from earlier in the day you wanted to double back on – just looking for something to talk about and ignore the fact that you were both past the point of sobriety, and you were plainly sitting in his lap.

He listened and leaned forward to set the half-drunk mug down, and when he sat back upright you had to adjust yourself again having slid down his massive thighs.

Sculpted muscles. Muscles so ripped, you could feel the curves and edges of his quadriceps through the fabric of his pants.

You shifted once more and felt Kid freeze underneath you.

Then you felt something else.

Slowly growing underneath your ass, awakened from the repetitive stimulation. You sucked in a breath when you realized it was his dick.

“Ah-s-sorry, didn’t mean to—” you stammered out.

“It’s ok,” he said tensely. “It happens…”

“I can get off—”

“No,” he cut you off, “It’ll pass. His fingers absentmindedly trailed on the hem of your shirt, trying to steel his mind on to something else. Inadvertently trailing his fingers lower until they dipped beneath the hem touching your bare skin.

Your body broke out in goosebumps, you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body, shifting on his still-growing erection. You could hear Kid’s jaw click from how hard he clenched them.

Truthfully, you always found him attractive and dreamt more than once about it would be like to smudge that line between captain and subordinate. Feeling for once like you were in position of all the power, you allowed your loosely inhibited state persuade you to intentionally rock on him.

You heard strained grunts as he processed your movements.

Hips dipped back and forth, pressing your wettened core against the promise behind his pants. It felt large, thick, and already so impossibly hard.

The low music that hummed around the bar droned out the others from your table. Only you and Kid existed now. In sensual silence.

You braced your elbows to the table, ass flushed backwards so Kid got a nice view as while you rocked against him. His fingers dug into your hips, trying to exert more force with your grinding.

Kid let out short huffs the closer he got to climax, brought to the brink so suddenly with purposefully long slides of your torturous cunt along his length. His cock stuttered, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you tightly to his flushed torso. You felt the twitch of cock as he came with a near-silent, strangled groan.

You chuckled as you fully came to a stop. Spontaneously teasing Kid to completion had exerted you of your energy.

“S’mthing funny, ya asshole?” he muttered with face pressed to the nape of your neck.

“Nothing’s funny, I’m a lil’ proud of myself. I always wanted to do that.”

He said nothing for a minute before the room violently came to life. Kid activated his power and repelled everything in a frenzy inside the bar.

Knives, forks, trays shot out to stab, and weapons slashing and shooting down the bar tender and remaining patrons. Battering them and forcing them out the double wide door before it was barricaded.

“Is that a fact?” he lifted you up with his flesh arm and used his metal arm to clear the table. Kid put force into the way he shoved you belly flat to surface, holding your back down with just one hand.

“Since we’re sharing, this is something I’ve always wanted to do,” his kilt and belt buckles clinked when he pushed his pants down. “You had your fun, now I’ll show you my version of a fun time. Givin’ ya one chance to back out.”

Puffs of excitement prefaced your smirk, “The hell makes you think I’d so something stupid like that?”

Originally Posted - Soon to be archived from main :)

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Smol Kid sketches based on different scenarios 🌷

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KidKiller for pride month? 😇

Happy Pride!!

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YEEHAW 🤠