Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!reader
Character: Eustass Kid
Kink: #15 Bratty Reader
Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me."
Gift Giver: @swampstew
Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.
Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.
It felt good.
It felt really good.
But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.
He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.
When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.
Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.
Damn him and his skills.
The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.
Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.
You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.
It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.
You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.
“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.
Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.
The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.
The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.
“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.
Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.
“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.
You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”
“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.
You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.
The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.
He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.
“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?
“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.
“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.
“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.
Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.
A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.
You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?
It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.
Not until he was ready.
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so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)
this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice:
i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them
personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon.
i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful:
i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him?
what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character?
how do you like to dig into garak's?
if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little.
is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so.
my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!
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You know what I liked most about Azul from your most recent thought? It’s that he’s portrayed with such confidence, such pomposity, you never think twice that he’s rigging everything from the beginning. For roughly 90% of the fic, he’s in so kick control and that’s terrifying.
From that very first interaction at the start, to that stupid bet in the library, Azul has got all the cards in hand. Even if you think there’s a rift between the two of you, no you don’t. He knows how to mix and match vulnerability with strategy and my gosh, it is a sight to behold.
Pathetic Azul is great and all, but one whose mostly in control and will pretend to concede it… I’m thirsty for more.
I do have one thought, though. If darling ever broached the idea of having a beneficial relationship with the twins, would he ever considered it? Darling thought about it once… and I’m pretty sure the twins would love to have fun once in a while.
All in all, wonderful work! It was well worth the wait and in time for the holidays, too.
That’s what is so fun and scary about Azul! He’s a very talented actor and he’s so good at what he does! From the very beginning, you were going to lose. It was only a matter of time. Two months was simply the challenge Azul set for himself in hopes that he’d be able to get you to break the contract terms within those parameters. He knows just what cards to play and when for the most effective outcome. You may think you hold all of this power over him when he whimpers and whines and acts oh-so-pathetic, but the truth is that he’s been in control of the entire situation since the start. He simply directs it on a path befitting his plans.
Azul has had plenty of time to consider a foolproof scheme. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he acts a certain way or says a specific thing. You’re too busy trying to work out what this scheme of his may be, but when he shows you sides of himself that appear genuine (and sometimes are) or vulnerable it chips away at your suspicion. And by doing that, Azul’s able to properly manipulate you to fit in the situation he’s orchestrated.
His overconfidence is what makes him so annoying (and very fun to write) because that sort of ego can quickly get under someone’s skin. While it may make you wary, any sort of suspicion you may harbor quickly vanishes when he goes on about his impeccable memory or observation skills because bragging is more irritating than it is dubious. You’ll forget any hesitations you may have had towards him as things progress because you’ll think you’re getting to know the real Azul, but the real Azul has so many facets—each a card he chooses to play when he thinks the moment is right.
What you think is a whirlwind romance is simply a byproduct of some very potent magic, but you’ll never know that because he’s so charming and sweet. Because he claims to love you (which he does. very much!!), and you’re simply blinded by the results of a potion, unable to truly see his dangers due to the innocent, flowery love you think you share with him. Azul has been cheating the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s assessed who you are as a person, the threats you may pose to him, your strengths and weaknesses, and he’s thought of plenty of ways to manage all of this information so that he can finally have you all to himself. You could never beat him at his game because it’s a game that was set in motion way before you even knew you were a player in it.
As for your question about a beneficial relationship with the twins, I don’t think Azul would be willing to share. He’s been so greedy with you and your time, so he doesn’t want to give any of that up! But a fwb relationship with the twins is something I really want to explore because there are so many interesting dynamics that can be portrayed. Also, a shameless part of me just wants to write eel smut. orz Azul really held back in the recent story, but the tweels would be ruthless in the best of ways.
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