#Thatch smut

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch +18 AU End)

As requested on AO3 by snowflakebeads and likely someone else I can't remember. AU end for Oh, Sweet Child of Mine.

Thatch X GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere/obsessive/possessive behavior, marathon sex, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, unprotected sex, oral (reader recieving), food play, creampie, and cock warming.

Word Count: 2,533

Thatch had been suspiciously eager to try out a new recipe. Insistent, in fact, that it be a bonding moment for the both of you.

It was weird because from how he described it, it just seemed like a chocolate cake. He did allude to a ‘secret’ ingredient but besides that… yeah. Just a chocolate cake. You glared at him as he cozied up to your side to beg for an afternoon with him. Arm thrown over your shoulder as he whined about feeling ‘neglected’.

“You spend so much time with Ace and Marco~! You’ve gone and left poor old me behind! Can’t you spare just a few hours for a lonely man?” Thatch begged softly.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so weird, I would.” You hissed, poking his side only to receive a light jerk away from you. Thatch pouted. “Why now suddenly? You weren’t so ‘neglected’ yesterday.” You added with clear suspicion. Thatch grimaced sheepishly.

“Well…” He started. “I just got in a new ingredient that would be just the thing! And I wanted to try it with you!” You stared at him for a long moment.

He… seemed sincere. And he’d always been a little weird about spending time with you. It couldn’t be too bad or Marco would have came over to smack him for being pushy.

“…Fine.” Thatch lit up, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his cheek.

“Great! Meet me in the kitchen after dinner! We’ll bake a cake together!” Thatch cheered. You smiled wearily at him, still suspicious of his motives.

What kind of secret ingredient could he have been waiting for?

Guess you’d… find out?

The entire dinner that afternoon, Thatch kept looking over to make sure you were still there. Ignoring the teasing he received from his fellow chefs and, occasionally, Ace.

“I’ve never seen him this excited before.” Ace laughed. “What are you guys even doing? I heard he’d made his division clean up after themselves more than usual to make sure the kitchen was clean early.”

You frowned at that.

“Honestly? We’re baking a cake? I don’t know why he’s making it so weird though.” You mused. Ace lit up, looking excited. “Don’t even think about it. I just know he’d kick your ass for ‘intruding on our bonding time’.” You laughed as Ace pouted.

“Aw, come one! I’d take just a spoonful! You’d never know it was dirty, I swear!” Ace whined and you jumped as a warm hand fell onto your shoulder firmly.

“ACK!” You spun around to find Thatch standing there with a wide grin.

“Not a chance in hell! Maybe next time~!” Thatch denied Ace instantly with a strange gleam in his eye.

“Ah, that time already?” You asked and Thatch nodded.

“Yep. C’mon, we’re going to my personal kitchen. It’ll be over an hour before they finish cleaning the main one.” Thatch commented. You frowned.

“You have a personal kitchen?” You asked and Thatch laughed.

“Yeah, for testing recipes when I can’t trust some people to not interrupt or sneak some away. Thick door that locks and everything!” Thatch declared.

Well, with hungry bastards like Ace, you supposed some extreme measures needed to be taken when it comes to food.

The ‘personal kitchen’ was pretty deep in the ship. Closer to the storage areas than any main living quarters. And a ways off from the main kitchens. Definitely not somewhere you end up by accident if you want food. The promised door indeed thick and with a heavy lock.

Thatch slipped a key from around his neck and opened it for you, locking it back behind him before stowing away the key.

This kitchen was fairly reasonable in size. More like one you’d find in a house than one meant to feed the insane amount of people on board. Big enough for maybe four cooks to move around in and brush shoulders but that was about it. An array of ingredients already laid out, including a jar of thick, rose gold liquid.

“Ah, that your ‘secret ingredient’?” You asked, approaching the clear jar. “I was wondering what a chocolate cake could be missing… mixed honey?” You picked it up, the heavy glass jar plucked from you hands.

“Oop! No, no! No touching! Took a long time to get my hands on this beauty! It is honey, though. Specialty honey from near a particular harvest of flowers. Changes the flavor profile quite a bit.” Thatch declared proudly.

“Ah… what kind of recipe for chocolate cake calls for honey though?” You asked.

“Honey cake, of course!” Thatch declared. “Now, onto the mixing while the oven preheats!”  Thatch handed you a bowl and dumped mix into it along with eggs and a very cautious measurement of honey. Dutifully, you mixed it.

“No sugar?”

“Nope! That’s what the honey is for!” Thatch cheered, watching as you mixed it all together.

“You know, this is a pretty simple task. Are you sure you even needed me for this?” You asked as the dry mix turned into a thick sludge.

He laughed.

“Well, it’s about an hour of time with you until we can enjoy a nice dessert to ourselves!” Thatch shrugged.

He had a point. If it was so hard to get the honey, it would likely be impossible to make this cake for the whole crew.

“Thanks for inviting me then, I guess.” You sighed, your arms starting to ache. Thatch plucked it from you and set it onto the counter, pulling out the cake pans. He spread butter on them and distributed the thick mixture equally.

Barely fifteen minutes and they were in the oven to bake. Thatch must have been desperate for bonding time if baking a cake is all he could think of.

“Well, are you ready for the best part?” Thatch asked coyly, presenting the mixing bowl and two spoons.

“Isn’t that how you get salmonella?” You asked as you took a spoon with a smile.

“Haven’t gotten sick yet!” Thatch countered, scraping a spoonful of chocolate batter, but his eyes were on you as you tasted it.

It was delicious, of course. Sweet and rich from the chocolate. An odd, warm and tangy after taste that reminded you vaguely of honey.

“Mm! It’s good. Think it’ll be even better when it’s done baking?” You asked taking another spoonful as Thatch finally dug in himself. He looked oddly smug.

“I bet it will.” Thatch responded simply as you huffed, feeling a tad flush. Maybe from the vigorous mixing you did.

You frowned, noticing how clean the bowl was now. The batter was too damn good to be raw. And you felt hot. Your skin tingly, particularly your lips and lower body.

“Hey Thatch, what kind of honey was that again?” You asked faintly, setting your spoon in the sink. Thatch came up behind you, pressing into your back as he placed the bowl in the sink and poured water into it. His breath washing over your neck as he leaned in close.

“I already told you. Specialty honey.” Thatch breathed. “Why? You feel something?” His damp hands settled on your waist.

Specialty honey?

“T-Thatch, was that… spiced honey?” You asked breathlessly, feeling the heat growing inside you as his touch felt electric where his fingertips brushed under your shirt.

“Hmm, so you’ve heard of it before, huh?” Thatch asked in amusement. Setting the jar on the counter and popping the lid. His fingertips gliding across the surface and scooping up the thickness. It was a considerable amount as his other arm wrapped around your waist. The honey covered fingers pressing against your lips, sliding over your tongue as you panted. “Not as sweet as you though, look at that~ Eat up, I got it just for you~” Thatch cooed as you sucked his fingers. The honey much more potent in it's raw form.

He pulled his fingers free and licked what little was left. Ducking his head to kiss you breathless. You couldn’t help squirming against him as he pinned you to the counter, tongue running over your mouth like he was chasing the lingering taste of chocolate and honey before pulling away.

He grabbed another spoon and scooped up a generous amount. This time drizzling it onto his tongue before pulling open your mouth. Sliding the mouthful of honey directly into yours, smearing it onto your tongue and down your throat as you both moaned. The heat only getting worse as you swallowed.

“T-Thatch! D-Dirty ass trick—” You whined, tugging on his shirt as he laughed.

“But worth it to have you fall apart in my arms like this. Here, one more for the road. Don’t swallow though. Keep it warm for me~” Thatch scooped up another spoonful with honeycomb and placed it in your mouth. You sucked on the silverware as he lifted you up and placed your front on the counter. “I hear eating the honeycomb makes you go mad with lust.” Thatch stabbed his own section of honeycomb and ate it. Before returning the spoon and ducking behind you. His hands hot on your waist as he pulled down your pants.

When you were bare, your toes barely scrapping the floor, he pulled apart your thighs and licked up the soft skin. You could only moan as you sucked on metal and honey, his hot breath washing over your sensitive skin. Wet tongue laving to your entrance. Pressing in softly as you whined, honeyed drool seeping from your lips as every touch electrified you.

He spread apart your walls eagerly, like he’d get more honey if he just pressed his tongue deeper. Lapping at your quivering hole as you whined, pinned in place for his hunger.

“So damn sweet, knew this was a good idea. Glad I kept this just to us, aren’t you? Wouldn’t want to share this sweetness with anyone else.” Thatch swore softly against your clenching hole as you came suddenly, cum spurting down your thighs as he licked up the mess. “Better than the batter~” Thatch kissed your entrance deeply, spreading apart your cheeks as he dug into your overstimulated walls.

The honey quickly watering down in your mouth as your face tingled in the smearing aphrodisiac.

Thatch kept going, his appetite incapable of being satiated as you came so easily on his tongue and fingers. Spreading you open to blow across the heated flesh teasingly. Each orgasm coming along faster as the heat continued to build, sensitivity growing between your thighs as his honeyed lips spread the effect.

There was a ding and Thatch paused, a deep growl vibrating against you as you were pushed over the edge again with a muffled cry.

Thatch pulled away with a curse, leaving you cold and shaking as he took out the cake pans to cool.

Before you could turn around though, Thatch’s heat was back and his cock pressed against your sopping entrance. Slipping in easily to the hilt as you gasped, spitting out the spoon and what was left of the honey.

“A-Ah~!” You panted, your face pressed against the hot counter into the pool of thick, pink tinted drool.

“D-Don’t be wasteful!” Thatch tsked at you while you whined back at him. His balls smacking into your thighs as he started to fuck you hard. “Go on! Clean it up or you won’t get any cake either!” Thatch scooped up the honeycomb and pressed it onto your loose tongue. Your lips sucking on his fingers as he rubbed it to the back of your mouth.

Thatch pulled his hand away to adjust you further up, shoving your face into the cold puddle to lap at it. Your face tingling at the exposure as you obeyed, moaning with every wet slap of his hips. The watered down honey still so sweet and hot as you licked it up. Thatch’s hands rubbing your sides and slapping your ass hard when you stopped to breath.

“Ah! T-Thatch~! P-Please~! Ooooh~!” You drooled onto the counter as his cock brushed just right against your walls, sending shockwaves through your whole body. Thatch leaned over your back, grinding that spot as you cried out in overstimulation.

“Please what, baby?” Thatch huffed, licking up the mess and following it to your panting lips. “What do you need from me?”

“M-More! More, please more, Thatch! H-Harder! A-Ahhn~! Oh! OH! O-OHHH!” You wailed as Thatch grabbed your waist in a bruising grip and fucked you as requested.

“Fucking gladly!” Thatch grunted, the kitchen echoing with the sound of wet smacks. His lips brushing over yours as you moaned under the relentless assault, body burning for more. Thatch slammed into place suddenly, shoving your hips against the counter as he came in a hot burst of thick cum. Grinding harshly for barely a moment before going back to his frantic pace, cock still spurting cum down your thighs. “Y-You know, the seller warned me the effects could last for hours~ w-with just a spoonful!” Thatch chuckled against your lips.

You whined.

“H-Hours!?” You keened, trembling against him as you came on his cock.

“Hours~!” Thatch cooed. “And we still have a whole cake!” Not pausing as his cock jerked with a fresh wave of cum again.

“Th-Th-ThA-AAHcH~!” You wailed, cumming hard as he laughed.

Thatch laughed again as you whined, sitting on the counter as he fed you cake. You squirming on his cock as he fucked your sopping, wet entrance gently.

“Every bite, babycakes~! If you leave it to just me, you won’t be walking for weeks~!” Thatch cooed, eating a bite of cake covered in a thin layer of honey and powdered sugar. “M-Mmmm, break!” Thatch put aside the fork and plate, grabbing your hips to bounce you on his thick cock. A thick spurt of cum dripping down his thighs and balls to the counter.

“O-Oh! T-Thatch~!” You whined, leaning back against him and raking your nails across his shoulders as you squirmed. The heat unbearable in your blood. “M-More~!”

Thatch grinned, kissing your wet cheek as he fucked you harder. Not in the mood to make you beg. This time.

Your eyes sliding over the two-tiered cake barely eaten. Thatch had made it clear neither of you were leaving until it was all gone. Unwilling to share the delicacy with anyone else.

“More honey? Sure thing, baby~!” Thatch scooped up some honey from the jar and smeared it on your hanging tongue. “My, you’re so hungry, maybe we should make another one?” he teased as you wailed, a fresh wave of arousal surging through you and down his thighs.

“Tha-ahhcht~!” he laughed, groaning as he shot another round of warm cum into your.

“M-Maybe this should have been shared with more people…” Thatch chuckled. “But I can’t imagine sharing you, baby! So, I guess we’ll just have to power through it together.” He cooed, kissing your bruised neck as his pace slowed. Finally letting you rest against him despite the raging arousal inside you, his cock still hard and pulsing.

He picked up the cake again and you whined. Torn between exhaustion and excitement—though how much was natural was heavily debatable.

Regardless, you weren’t complaining.

[portgasdbru]

whitebeard pirates groupchat

wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention

[standfucker]

White Out

Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo

Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)

Word Count: 10,427 (I'm sorry.)

CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)

Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.

Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.

AO3 Link

The safety discussion had been summarized one last time, preferences and limits clearly defined so there was no confusion.

You’re still not sure how it happened–sure, you could name the sequence of events that led up to it, the friends-with-benefits relationships with each of them, the drunken admittance of your deepest fantasies that one night–but it still didn’t seem real.

But there you were, perched on the edge of Marco’s bed before all of them:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

As the first mate, Marco had the luxury of his own quarters, and offered them as a setting for your scene. The room seemed smaller with the five of you in it, but that was fine. Should things go as planned, you wouldn’t be needing extra space.

Thatch cradled your face in one giant hand, tilting your head up so you looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

You swallowed and nodded.

“Are you sure? You look nervous.”

“I am,” you admitted, “but that’s okay. It… It makes it…” Your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. 

“Better?” Izo finished for you, smirking despite himself.

“Yeah…” It was so much easier to be honest under the influence of alcohol, but for this, it was important that you were all sober. “I’m ready.”

For a moment, no one spoke, unsure of how to start. You weren’t normally that shy, but the thought that this was really happening, and in front of all of them, had you momentarily frozen. Nervousness twisted up your insides and intertwined with the heat between your legs, making it all the more responsive. Nothing had happened yet, but just the anticipation alone made you wet.

Izo found his voice first, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well, well, well,” he said, pitched low with an eagerness that made your heart pound, “what do we have here?”

As if breaking a seal, Izo’s commencement spurred on the others.

“A Marine,” Ace’s voice dripped with disdain, and he looked down at you, shocking you at how easily he fell into the roll, “sailing all alone…”

“...and ripe for the taking,” Thatch concluded, eyes half-lidded.

A shiver ran through your body, and you wondered if they had talked about this behind your back, because they were working off each other maddeningly well already. You sucked in a shaky breath. “You might as well kill me–I’ll never talk.”

Marco chuckled darkly. “Hear that, guys? They said they’ll never talk, yoi…” He approached the bed, suddenly grabbing your shirt by the collar and yanking you onto your feet. He adjusted his grip, taking a bigger fistful of the fabric, then pulled up, until he was lifting you entirely off of the ground, bringing you face-to-face. “But I bet I can make you sing.”

You knew he was strong, but this–this was showing off, impressing the power difference between you. And it was working, your stomach flipping in place at the thought of how easy it was for him. For any of them. You weren’t weak by any means, but the Division Commanders outclassed you.

“N-Never,” you bit back, despite the obvious effect his manhandling was having on you, “I could never be affected by the likes of your kind, pirate scum!”

“Hm,” Marco leaned his head even closer, lips barely hovering over your own. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you–and then he bit your lower lip, just short of breaking the skin, making your whole body tense and drawing out an involuntary whimper.

“We’ll see.” He dropped you, and you stumbled back, into someone’s chest. You hadn’t even noticed Ace moving behind you with Marco commanding your attention.

Ace ran his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the heat of his skin, until he reached your wrists, where he tightened his grip and forced them behind your back. He nosed into your neck, inhaling your scent before dragging his hot tongue up the side and growling, “Izo, pass me the rope.”

You were already trembling from it all, Ace’s iron-like grip, his tongue, the heat radiating off his body that always seemed to intensify whenever you slept together. The scene must have excited him, because he was raising the temperature of the entire room, not to mention the hardness that pressed into your rear.

Izo plucked the length of rope from Marco’s desk and stepped over to you, handing it to Ace with one hand while the other gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “Poor little thing, shaking like a leaf. Are you that scared?”

Of all of them, it was Izo, surprisingly enough, who had the strongest dominant streak. He was entirely in his element as he smirked down at you, not giving you a chance to reply before he continued, “you should be. You got caught by the wrong pirates, my dear.”

Your trembling had nothing to do with fear, of course. The nerves were there, but the knowledge that you could stop at any time was a reassurance that only made everything hotter, in a way. You gave Izo a defiant look, even as Ace worked on tying your wrists together behind your back. “I’m not scared of you.”

Izo’s smirk widened. “No? Maybe I should tell you what we have planned for you, then… See how you feel after that. Do you want to know?” He leaned in closer. “What it is we’re going to do to you?”

Anticipation made your heart pound like a hammer. You weren’t sure if you were meant to respond until Izo’s grip tightened almost painfully on your chin. “Speak,” he ordered, the command sending a jolt between your legs.

“I d-don’t care,” you spat, “It doesn’t matter what you do–I won’t submit.”

“Is that what you think?” Izo purred, “then I think I’ll go ahead and tell you…”

Ace finished tying your wrists, the rope snug but not too tight. You pulled against it, testing the hold, but as an experienced sailor, there was no chance of the expertly-tied knot coming undone. “How’s that?” Ace whispered into your ear, momentarily breaking character.

“Green,” you responded, then tensed when he licked the shell of your ear, resisting the urge to whine.

Izo leaned down further until he was speaking into your other ear, voice husky and dark with promise. “For the next few hours, you belong to us. And we’ll do whatever we want with you. You’re going to be stuffed full–in every hole–until you can’t think about anything but our cocks. We’re going to fuck you so well that for the rest of your life, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that the best orgasms you ever had were at the hands of pirate scum.”

You could physically feel yourself getting wetter with every sentence, breath catching in your throat. He was too good at this, evident in how his words were affecting the others, as well. Thatch was palming at his crotch, breathing less evenly. Marco bit his lip, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling repeatedly. You had the sudden mental image of a bird of prey’s talons closing around a mouse. The thought was not helping.

Ace’s lips attached to the side of your neck then, and you clamped your mouth shut to muffle the whine that rose in turn, but it was still audible. The men reacted like dogs to a whistle, eyes locked onto you at the sound. Ace didn’t let up, sucking and nibbling until your legs were shaking, one hand holding the rope around your wrists and the other clasped onto your hip.

Among your partners, you normally only let Marco leave bruises, as he could heal them after a session, leaving nothing for your crewmates to potentially tease you about. For this scene, it was allowed for the same reason. As a result, this was the first time Ace got to indulge, and you suspected he had a kink. He was clearly into it, grinding his hard-on into you shamelessly as he started on another mark a little higher up your neck.

Izo let go as he stood back to his full height, appraising your reaction, desire simmering in his dark eyes. “Look at you. We’ve barely started, and you can hardly stand.”

It was getting harder to think with Ace chewing up your neck while Izo talked down to you, but you managed to play the role despite it. “S-Shut up. The others will–mm!–will come looking for me.”

“Oh? When will that be, exactly? You aren’t scheduled to arrive at your destination for days, pretty thing. And we’ve taken your transponder snail.”

Ace broke away from your neck to growl into your ear, “No one is coming to save you.” And then his tongue was on your neck again, licking his way to a new spot to bruise.

You almost lost composure at that, briefly considering just stopping the scene and begging them to take you on the spot. Sheer force of will held you together at that point. You wanted to see it through to the end, though, certain that if you just held on, the reward would be well worth it.

Izo reached into his kimono, and your pulse quickened, knowing what was coming next. The sharp edge of the dagger he withdrew glinted in the lamplight.

“I’d try and hold still, pet. Get those legs of yours under control, hm?” Izo said to you, but he glanced at Ace as he spoke. Ace got the message, pausing his ministrations and pulling you tight against him to keep you still. He did not remove his mouth from your neck.

Izo touched the tip of the dagger to the base of your throat with the barest pressure, feather-light and not enough to break the skin, before sliding it up, slowly, all the way to your chin. You were thankful for Ace’s hold on you then, because you were sure your knees would give out. It was almost embarrassing how badly it made your cunt throb.

Izo smirked like he knew.

Lowering the blade to slide flat under your shirt, he pulled it toward him, turning it so the sharp edge of the dagger was against the fabric. In a single, downward motion, he cut through the front. Then he cut through your sleeves, until the shirt was only being held in place by Ace’s body. Izo grabbed the shirt and pulled it from between you two, so you could feel Ace’s bare skin against yours.

“Oh,” you breathed, never quite able to get used to Ace’s change in temperature when he was aroused. His skin against yours was like sinking into a hot bath, contrasting against the cooler air on your chest. In any other situation, it would have been relaxing. But your focus instantly went back to Izo as he cut through both bra straps next, then the center band. He ripped that off, too, exposing your chest. He did not miss the way your nipples had hardened, and you had to bite back a pitiful noise when he touched the tip of the dagger to a nipple.

You shut your eyes, briefly overwhelmed, and the touch moved away. A moment later, you felt him pulling the hem of your pants away from your skin so he could safely slice through those as well. Soon you were only in your underwear, which Izo left alone. Satisfied, he walked over to the desk and set down the dagger, then stepped into place beside Marco and Thatch. “Who wants to go first?”

Ace resumed his steady devouring of your neck, shifting the hand on your hip forward, along the hem of your underwear, and then under it, trailing a blazing path down your mons until his fingers were separating your outer lips. He paused at feeling just how wet you were, and you felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck.

“Looks like Ace is,” Thatch muttered, not actually sounding all that bothered–he liked the show. “Look at his grin… I bet they’re soaked.”

You had to bite your lip as Ace’s hot fingers delved between your folds, stroking idly and making your knees weak. The very wet, very lewd squelching that arose only confirmed Thatch’s words. The sound had a visible effect on the men, the air in the room seeming to thicken with combined desire.

Ace let go of the rope with his other hand, moving it to your head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair close to the base before harshly forcing you to bend over. “Their mouth is free, Thatch.”

The pulling on your scalp and the roughness with which Ace handled you only fueled your fire. You thought you couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, but then Thatch approached you, unbuckling his belt, and your body was searing. He freed his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other replaced Ace’s in your hair, and leaned his hips forward until the tip pressed against your mouth.

“Go on, then, make yourself useful,” Thatch said, the tremor in his voice betraying his excitement, “you know what will happen if you bite, so why don’t you just take it like a good little prisoner?”

You met Thatch’s eye, but your glare quickly faltered due to Ace suddenly penetrating you with his fingers. Your breath hitched, momentarily unable to respond with the pressure and heat now massaging so expertly inside you. 

“You’re okay. Come on,” Thatch murmured, pupils blown wide at the sight of you buckling under the pleasure, and then his voice dropped low, “open.”

The deep pitch cut through the haze and into your head, the command reaching that part of you that you couldn’t let out anywhere else, the part of you that longed to listen and obey, that wanted nothing more than to cede control. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out, unable to stop the whine that followed.

“There you go…” Thatch praised, pushing himself into your mouth with a hiss, “fuuuck…”

He was already leaking, pre-cum salty on your tongue. Your noises were quickly muffled as he inched in further, then pulled out a little, only to push back in even deeper, lubricating himself bit by bit with your saliva.

It was difficult with Ace casually fingering you, but as long as he didn’t touch your clit, you were pretty sure you could focus on both things. You relaxed your jaw, letting Thatch reach the back of your throat, and then you sucked.

“Fuck!” Thatch cursed, fingers tightening in your hair in an attempt not to ram himself down your throat, the pain making you moan around his cock. Thatch eased his grip on your hair only slightly, keeping you in place as he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that…”

Ace rested his free hand on your hip, and you felt him press a kiss to your back before licking the skin there. “Heh… They got wetter,” he announced to the others, “you love this, don’t you? Such a cockslut… I bet you let all the other Marines use you like this.”

You normally couldn’t reach orgasm without touching your clit, but with Ace gleefully degrading you, you thought for a moment you just might. It was all you could do to stay on your feet.

“Nng! I’m gonna… Go deeper,” Thatch panted, “one of you, watch for their signal for me… Ace, let up, will ya?”

With your wrists bound and your mouth full, the safety signal was you stamping your foot. You idly wondered if you’d need it–deepthroating wasn’t new, but it was always a challenge, and Thatch–all of them, really–were worked up from the scene, less prone to holding back.

Ace slowed his strokes so you could better focus on the task. Thatch pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until you were fighting the urge to gag. You willed yourself to relax, focusing on your breathing, and Thatch eased himself into the tight canal of your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, shutting his eyes as his grip in your hair tightened again. He opened one eye to take in your expression, making sure you were still okay, before starting up gentle thrusts. “So good. So fucking good, there you go… Taking me so well…”

Spit and pre-cum combined and dribbled down your chin, and your eyes watered reflexively until tears ran down your cheeks. Off to either side, you could see Marco and Izo, standing closer than before, both of their gazes fixed onto you. Marco was desperately rubbing himself over his pants while Izo had already disrobed, both kimono and undergarments forgotten on the floor as he stroked his cock.

Thatch had his eyes shut again at how good it felt, but a muffled moan from you had him look down at you. At the sight of your tears, something must have awakened in him, because his grunts tipped into something guttural, and he went a little faster, cursing weakly. “Fuck, oh, fuck! Not yet-!”

His hips began to stutter in their pace, and then Thatch let go of your hair and pulled out with a gasp, stepping back, his cock visibly throbbing. You coughed and caught your breath, switching back to breathing through your mouth, head hanging down.

“That was close… I almost came,” Thatch panted, crouching down next to you and cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eye, thumb stroking your temple lovingly. “I want to save it… I want to cum in your cunt. Wanna fill you up, deep inside… Wanna see it dripping out of you…”

You could only whimper in response, thighs pressing around Ace’s hand. Now that you didn’t have to focus on deepthroating, he started pumping his fingers faster, and when he curled them just right, you stood up straight as if electrocuted, pressing back into him with a shaky whine.

Thatch walked over to a chair and slumped into it, taking a break so he could come down. He let out a sigh and groaned, “What a mouth…”

You leaned your head back on Ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes and generally trying to keep it together. Ace turned his head to kiss your temple, then whispered into your ear, “Eyes forward, captive. You’re far from done.”

You opened your eyes to see Marco approaching you, Izo following close behind him. Marco rested his hands on your hips, squeezing them before running them up your sides and to your front, where he groped your breasts. You bit your lip as he massaged and fondled them, but gasped when his thumbs started rubbing your nipples, the sensation like a current that ran from your chest straight to your cunt.

“Ah! N-Not there! No!” You cried, the touch igniting your whole self, a full-body sensation that spread out from between your legs.

Marco stopped immediately, going to lower his hands, but Izo caught his wrists, keeping them in place. “It’s fine, Marco. They didn’t use the safeword. You can keep going.”

Marco hesitated, then started rubbing again, and you all but thrashed, body jerking from the onslaught of stimulation but unable to escape it due to Ace’s firm hold on you.

“Oh, god! No, no, it’s–ah! It’s too much!” You pleaded, tearing up again. The attention to your nipples was making you drip, even with Ace’s hand in the way, a few clear drops on the floor beneath you slowly becoming a small puddle. Izo glanced down at it, then at you.

“My, my. So sensitive,” Izo mused, “is that really as much as you can handle? I thought surely a Marine would be tougher than that.”

“I… I…!” You started to say, then cursed, jerking again as Marco bent down to drag his tongue across a nipple. “Fuck!”

Marco licked your nipple over and over, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against it in slow passes, then using the tip to flick and circle the nub, and all you could do was take it. Your legs grew weak once more, and threatened to give out entirely when Marco closed his lips around your nipple and sucked.

Your back arched, and then your legs finally failed as Izo crouched down to suck on your other nipple. Ace held you up easily with one hand, completely unbothered by your weight as he continued to finger you all the while.

The combined sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight as they messily sucked on your breasts, your whole cunt throbbing and clenching. Through the haze of pleasure, you wondered vaguely if you’d join that small percentage of people who could come from nipple stimulation alone–but it never happened. Instead, you only stayed torturously worked up, almost to the point of edging.

‘I bet you wanna cum, huh, babe?” Ace whispered into your ear. “We won’t leave you like this forever, don’t worry… We’re pirates, not monsters. Here…”

Ace’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in practiced circles, and you jerked again with another strangled cry. With all the prior buildup of the scene, much less the current multiple points of stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body to start its climb and rapidly ascend. Every bit of pleasure seemed to accumulate between your legs and build and build, with only one end in sight.

“I’m–I’m gonna cum, I’m–!” Your words turned into a broken sob as release crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure euphoria that radiated out from your clit and spread to every inch of your body. Ace sank his teeth into your shoulder, growling at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers, slowing but not stopping their movement so as to draw out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were no longer grinding your cunt against his hand, at which he finally pulled out.

“Marco, Izo. Stop,” Ace directed, although the other two were well aware that you had finished and had already detached themselves from your chest. “Sixty seconds, remember?”

One of the rules you had in place was that after an orgasm, you needed a minimum of one minute to come down before you could be touched again, with one exception–if one of them was close, they could go past the limit, as you could always use your safeword if needed.

You slumped back against Ace, trembling and panting, your clit still pulsing with aftershocks.

“Easy does it,” Ace murmured, thumb rubbing circles on your hip, “we’re not finished, so just take a breather for now.” He brought the hand he fingered you with to his mouth, sucking your fluids from his fingers with a debauched groan, and you felt his body temperature raise another degree.

Izo stepped closer, until his cock pressed against your stomach, and he rutted against you with a pleased sigh, warm pre-cum smearing on your skin. He took your face in both hands, angling you to look at him. “Look at you. You love being our plaything, don’t you?”

Your head was swimming, but you knew he wanted an answer. The only thing adhering you to the scene at that point was the others keeping it up. “I don’t…”

“Hm, still a little fight left in you,” Izo remarked, thumbs brushing away tears, “no problem.”

“We’ll fuck it out of you,” Marco promised. “Thirty seconds left, yoi… Then you’re ours.”

Your eyes widened, because how had thirty seconds already passed? Sighing, you let your head rest in Izo’s hands, soaking in the affection that was admittedly out-of-place for the scene, though contrasted with his animalistic rutting. Gradually, your breath returned, and even though your legs found strength once more, Ace didn’t stop holding you.

“Five,” Marco counted down, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine, “four… three… two… one.” 

Marco grabbed your underwear and ripped it off your body as easily as if it were made of paper, tossing it aside. He ran a finger through your folds, just to feel for himself how wet you were, sucking his lip between his teeth once he found out.

Ace’s free hand squeezed your ass, then trailed between the cheeks down to your puckered hole. A swell of panic rose within you suddenly, and you called out, “Yellow!”

As if a switch was flipped, everyone stopped instantly, pulling away from your body aside from Ace holding you. His other hand came to your shoulder, turning you so he could see your face, his own written with concern. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you assured, “and I definitely don’t want to stop.”

“Change your mind about anal?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not it. I–I want that, too.” You raised your voice enough for Thatch to hear from his spot in the chair, a few feet away. “I just wanted to remind everyone, before we go any further: Anything that goes in my ass–tongue, fingers or dick–doesn’t go in the front or in my mouth afterward. Okay?” That was a lesson you had to learn the hard way, a triple infection that led to a humiliating visit to Marco. It was he who taught you how to play it safe.

The other four all agreed, verbally confirming that they understood.

Ace thought for a moment. “Unless we use a condom first, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay,” Ace said, “hey, Thatch. Pass me a condom.”

Another shiver ran down your spine at that. Thatch stood up, and Ace added, “And a glove, and the lube, please.” 

The requested items were wordlessly grabbed off the desk and brought to Ace, Thatch pausing to trace your lips with his index finger before he returned to his seat.

Ace turned you to face Marco and Izo again, so you could not see, but only hear the noises of him setting up: the snap of the latex glove on his hand, the squirt of the lube bottle, the wet smear of it between his fingers. You started to tremble again, and the men in front of you noticed, Marco petting your head while Izo’s smirk returned.

Ace’s fingers, now slick with lube, found your asshole once more. You expected the lube to be cold, but Ace had quickly warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He traced the ring of muscle teasingly, enjoying the way you tried to stifle your noise as a result, before penetrating you slowly with one finger.

You tensed, not meaning to make it difficult, but it felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Oh…”

“Relax,” Ace said softly, “just let me in… There, just like that, good…”

You bucked your hips back into his hand slightly, whimpering through a closed mouth and straining helplessly against the ropes binding your wrists. Ace probed deeper, until he reached the knuckle, then pulled back out, squeezing more lube onto his finger before pressing back in.

“You really like that, huh?” Marco commented, glancing below you, “dripping again, all over my floor.”

“Such a slut,” Izo’s grin was wicked, “getting off on being used by the enemy. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, both in response to Izo and to the fact that Ace inserted a second finger.

“Tell me how much you love it, and maybe I’ll touch that needy little clit of yours, yoi,” Marco said, voice low in a way that was unlike him. It seemed the scene was teaching everyone something new about themselves.

Like you needed any more prompting. “I love it,” you moaned shamelessly, “please. I love it so much, please touch me, sir…”

“Sir, huh?” Marco’s lip curled in satisfaction before he reached between your legs, finding your clit on the first try. He rubbed slowly and gently, adding to the sensation of Ace fingering your ass rather than distracting from it. It was almost unfair how well they worked together. “That’s Commander to you, Marine. That goes for all four of us.”

Ace kept applying lube intermittently, more than he really needed for just his fingers, and you realized his intent when the characteristic sound of a foil wrapper tearing hit your ears. You could hear his breathing get heavier with excitement as he unrolled the condom onto himself, then added a generous coating of lube.

“Gimme a hand,” Ace spoke over your shoulder, at the other two. Even as the shortest one among them, he was still tall enough compared to you that he needed to pick you up to bring his hips level with yours.

Marco abandoned your clit in order to grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Ace placed one hand below Marco’s on your hip, the other lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against and then slowly penetrated your asshole. Ace threw his head back with a curse as Marco helped ease you down, lower and lower until Ace bottomed out.

Ace’s other hand came to your other side, and when his bare fingers dug into your hips, you realized he had discarded the glove at some point. “I–” Ace had to pause, briefly overwhelmed. “...I got ‘em, Marco, th-thanks.”

“Sure.” Marco released his hold, letting Ace support you, and you were certain he’d leave bruises with the strength of his grip. Not that you minded–the pain enhanced the pleasure the same way sweet and savory food complemented each other. A little bit of one (or even a lot, depending on your mood) went a long way in increasing the other.

Ace pulled back his hips just slightly before snapping them forward, like he didn’t want to be outside of you for a second, gasping as he did. “Tight! Oh, god, that’s tight. Fuck…”

The action drew a small moan out of you, a second following shortly after as Ace started up an easy pace. With his strength, he was able to hold you steady as he went, your body only moving forward a little when he bucked into you. You wondered why he didn’t just bounce you on him, until you realized he was attempting to make it easier for the other two to touch you.

Marco must have realized it, as well, because he went back to rubbing your clit a second later, making you twitch and keen under the dual sensations. Ace was splitting you open so nicely, the lube ensuring he slid in with little resistance. The slick, wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out seemed to amplify the feeling of being filled, your sensitive passage contracting around him without rhythm. His grunts and groans in your ear only made it better, voice raspy with the enticing sound of his unraveling.

“Beautiful,” Izo crooned, jerking himself off to the sight. His free hand grabbed your jaw, and then he was kissing you, firm and demanding. You moaned into his mouth and he licked at your tongue, tasting you for a breathless moment before biting your lip. He moved the hand on your jaw to the base of your throat, making room for him to kiss along your jaw and work his way down to the side of your neck Ace had left untouched, eager to sow his own field bruises.

The third point of stimulation was enough to start working your body up again, a slow but sure swelling that smoldered with the promise of ecstasy.

“Izo!” You cried as his teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your neck, “Ace… M-Marco!”

Izo bit down a little harder, as if in admonishment, at the same time that Marco growled, “Commander,” in a corrective tone that made your clit throb against his fingers.

“Commander!” You gasped, voice quivering, “please!”

You did not know what you were asking for. Whatever it was, they did not give it to you. The three of them continued their relentless onslaught on your senses for what felt like hours but could have only been minutes. Behind them, Thatch must have come down enough, because he was now stroking himself with one hand while he bit into the other, absolutely enraptured with the show.

Izo marked his way both down and up your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark marks and red paint until he was back at your lips. His lipstick had smeared, and combined with his messy hair, it was the perfect image of lust indulged, the sight alone pulling a desperate noise from you.

“What, you want more? It’s still not enough for you?” Izo spoke against your lips, the taunt not at all diminished by the heaviness of his breathing.

With Ace fucking your ass and Marco teasing your clit, you couldn’t form the words, only a pitiful, needy moan.

Izo laughed softly. “I know, sweet thing, I know.” He grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between them, and lined up his cock with the dribbling entrance to your cunt.

Ace only slowed down, unwilling or unable to stop, as Izo’s cock parted your folds. He slid inside easily, thick girth posing no problem with how ridiculously wet you were, and the both of you cried out at the sensation, a harmony of high and low pitched sounds. Izo stayed still for a moment, savoring the snug, warm fit, before the feeling of Ace’s cock through your thin internal walls made him grit his teeth and rest his forehead against yours with a groan that Ace echoed behind you. 

With Izo and Ace being similar in height, they were lined up perfectly, neither slipping out even as Izo started to thrust. His strokes were deeper than Ace’s, unconcerned about leaving your heat when he was only going to sheath himself again, and again, knowing he could indulge in you at his leisure. Ace had far less impulse control, fucking you with little thought but to his own pleasure at that point, leaving Izo to pace himself so they could take you with some semblance of coordination.

“C–Comman…” You couldn’t even finish saying their title, the words devolving into helpless little moans and whimpers as they ravaged you from both ends.

Marco stepped closer to keep his fingers in contact with your clit, his free hand coming up to flick one of your nipples. It sent a jolt of electricity through the cloud of pleasure that was currently your brain, making you tighten up around the dual cocks in you, Ace and Izo both gasping or moaning in turn. Finding both hands occupied but craving friction at the sight of you getting tag-teamed, Marco was glad for his significant height advantage right then, as he was at the perfect level to press his still-clothed dick against your thigh and rut.

Your body was a brewing storm, made up of hazy clouds of pleasure, bolts of nerves lighting you up brighter and brighter with every thrust and touch inside and around you, more and more intense, building, building, building. The only thought in your head was the goal, the crest over the hill, so close you could cry from how badly you wanted it.

For a wonderful, terrifying moment, you were stuck at the edge, that desperate moment right before the peak, riding the knife’s edge of bliss without truly attaining it. So good, but not enough, a taste of liberation that only made you long for nirvana. You couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in your ears, pulsing in time with your heart and your cunt. And then Izo angled just right against your g-spot and Marco rubbed your clit just so and Ace just kept pounding your ass like he’d never get to fuck again in his life, and you tipped over and were gone. It was easily the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced, momentarily separated from the outside world and all stimuli but the intense throbbing of every part of your cunt–everything, centering from your clit and rippling through your entire pelvic floor. Only the parts of the men inside you or on you existed, everything else fading behind the raw euphoria of the present. You didn’t make a sound–couldn’t, realizing you had been holding your breath throughout the whole thing.

Suddenly aware of the need for air, you gasped, deep breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Vaguely, you could hear the three of them saying something, but you didn’t process the words. You realized they had stilled, holding you in place. Then Ace and Izo pulled out, and the sudden stimulation of the still-tender nerves made you yelp in discomfort.

“Sorry,” Ace apologized, kissing the back of your head. “That was a strong one, huh? The way you gripped me back there…” Ace set you down on your feet carefully, helping you stay upright with one arm.

“Breathe slowly, Y/n, you’re okay,” Izo instructed, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back soothingly. “Do you need longer than a minute?”

“Yes,” you said gratefully between pants, “yeah, just… Wait…”

Marco used his sleeve to dab away the sweat on your brow, then ran a hand over your head affectionately. “We can stop here, if you want.”

If you hadn’t just had your world rocked, you might have embarrassed yourself with how quickly you rejected the notion, but you were still reeling, so what would have been a passionate denial came out as a calmer, breathy “No, I’m okay.”

“Color?” Marco asked, just for a formal confirmation.

“Green.” You were kind of amazed that this was still continuing, but when you saw Ace peel off his condom, you realized that none of them had cum yet. You pushed away the urge to feel bad–they had the control in this scene, everything was going how they wished.

“I have an idea,” Thatch spoke up from his seat. “What about this…”

You all listened to his proposal, the words bringing a fresh wave of heat through you despite the fact you were still coming down. The four of them discussed positions while you caught your breath, until they came to a decision they were all happy with.

“How much time do you need?” Thatch asked you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on yourself and listening to your body. There was a muted tingling between your legs, but it was hard to tell if it was oversensitivity or a new thrum of desire. Regardless, you wanted more, not satisfied unless you got to see them finish as well.

“Three more minutes,” you decided. “Starting now.”

“Three minutes, huh?” Marco pet your head again, but this time, he paused mid-way to dig his fingers into your hair, gripping hard and pulling your head back so he could kiss you roughly. His tongue and teeth violated your mouth, probing and nipping until you were moaning weakly into his. He broke away, looking down at you almost coldly, a hungry, mean look in his eyes as he pushed down on the top of your head.

“Get on your knees.”

The look alone sent a pleasant chill through you, much less his tone. It was a bit of a shock–Marco had been the most reluctant about the scene when you all first talked about it, concerned for your well-being. Seeing the wet spot on the tent of his pants, you wondered suddenly if this was why, if he knew he might like it a little too much. It was certainly not a problem.

The rule had been that no one could touch you–specifically between your legs, or your chest–while you were cooling down. You realized you never said anything about touching them during that time. Locking eyes with Marco, you sank to your knees obediently, licking your lips in anticipation, the action making Marco’s fist tighten in your hair for a moment.

“Good, that’s a good little captive. You belong to us now, don’t you? You’re all ours,” Marco growled, “I don’t think we’ll be giving you back to your fellow Marines. I think we’ll keep you, forever, as our personal fuck toy.”

You didn’t think you could really get any wetter, but Marco swiftly proved you wrong, your cunt clenching with need as fluid continued to leak down your thighs. The floor was hard on your knees, but you kind of liked that, the light pain contrasting with the haze of sheer want.

Marco let go of your hair in order to strip from his jacket and unzip his pants, pulling out his straining cock. “Open wide, love. Prove that this is all you’re good for.”

You’d barely opened your mouth before Marco’s hand was back in your hair and he was pushing his cock in, forcing your mouth wider as your cry of surprise was muffled. He had never been this rough with you before, and it was a side of him you hoped you’d get to see again sometime. Having not had any attention during the whole scene up until now, he was needy and eager, practically shoving his way to the back of your throat. You were almost dizzy from the action–Marco, your gentle Marco, fucking your mouth like you were nothing but a whore.

Maybe you were–the way you sucked him was more than a little depraved, unable to hide how much you liked it, messy and ravenous. He hadn’t even gone deep yet and you were already breathing through your nose in anticipation, tongue curling along his length as you went. Marco had a slight tremble in his legs, biting back moans that slipped out as terse grunts. Soon spit was trickling down the corners of your mouth again, and you didn’t bother hiding your moan, knowing it’d be muffled around his dick anyway.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Marco cursed, your only warning before he pulled your head down and pushed himself deeper, penetrating your throat, “fucking take it.”

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he entered your throat, grip in your hair deliciously painful as he pulled until your nose was pressed against the curls of his pubes. He thrusted shallowly, moans pitching higher at the sensation, and you pulled against the ropes binding your wrists, wanting to touch him, to make him feel even better.

If only someone was touching you. The thought surprised you–you normally preferred the opposite, needing to focus while you were deepthroating so you wouldn’t gag. But being used so thoroughly was making you contract around nothing, craving to be filled. Only the thought of what was coming next, and Marco plugging up your throat, kept you from begging for more.

“Five,” Izo counted, “Four…”

“Shut up–I don’t care. Fuck,” Marco groaned, not intending on stopping after three measly minutes. You wondered if he would finish right there, abandon what you had planned next. It certainly seemed that way, his control slipping as he thrusted harder and harder, tears spilling down your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much longer you were there, only that eventually the strength behind his hips was too much, causing you to finally gag. You were about to tap your foot in signal when Marco pulled out, a rope of spit connecting his dick to your lips.

Marco took a step back, a shudder running through him while you gasped and coughed for a moment. You swallowed the spit and pre-cum that had accumulated in your mouth, then tilted your head back to look up at him with nothing short of adoration. Marco was panting, but smiled down at you, wiping the drool from your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart. You ready for the next part?”

“Doesn’t matter if they’re ready,” Izo said, still in character, trying to sound cold but unable to hide his excitement. It had the desired effect anyway, your thighs squeezing together. “They’re going to take us all and they’re going to love it.”

“Please,” your beg was barely a whisper, but they all heard it regardless.

Marco helped you to your feet, and when Thatch approached you, your heart leaped to see him holding the dagger from earlier. Unfortunately, he only meant to cut your bindings, and Ace laughed at your resulting expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” he grinned, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “If you want to play with knives, I’ll indulge you another time, I promise.” He bit your lower lip, drawing a small, needy sound from you, before his voice lowered. “If we include Marco, I could even cut you a little… What do you think?”

“Ace,” you whimpered, your tone telling him exactly how you felt about such a proposition.

Thatch finished cutting through the ropes, and you rubbed at your newly-freed wrists, the skin there a little raw but not too tender. Ace had tied it perfectly.

Anyone who hadn’t disrobed all the way did so, clothes discarded onto the floor or on the chairs, before you all moved to the bed. Marco hopped on first, laying on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and facing his legs. Ace passed you the lube, and you took a minute to apply it to Marco, fingers gliding up and down his twitching cock. He couldn’t help bucking into your touch, trying and failing to suppress moans.

You tossed the lube aside, wiping the excess onto your thighs, before lifting up your hips. Marco helped guide you down, one hand on your hip, one around the base of his cock, positioning it against your ass. You sank down onto him with a gratified sigh, Marco gasping as his thick length breached your hole and filled you slowly, the delicate passage lighting up with pleasure.

Now seated in his lap, Marco took a few breaths before placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back until you were laying on him.

“Still–ah!” He stuttered as you clenched around him just to get a reaction, “–still green?”

“Mhm.”

In retaliation, Marco gently pinched your nipple, but it only made you tighten up again, the both of you moaning in turn.

Thatch mounted the bed next, at the foot of it, crawling between yours and Marco’s legs. There was just enough space for him to sit on folded legs, and he rubbed your thigh fondly before lining himself up with your cunt. He sucked in a breath as he parted you, biting his lip. Halfway in, he paused, pulling back out before pushing in again, this time not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside.

The noise you made was almost embarrassing, a debauched keening that could only come from being filled up so entirely. You were so full, so perfectly stuffed, the feeling of being stretched to your limit nothing short of bliss. You laid your head back on Marco’s shoulder, shivering with satisfied lust as you clenched around them.

Thatch threw his head back, too, groaning. “Shit, I can feel Marco twitching.”

You thought you could, too, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the little pulses were coming from yourself or from them.

“Here we go, love. Just relax and take it,” Marco murmured into your ear.

Thatch started moving first, slow pumps of his hips to ease you into things. But you did not want slow or easy, especially not at this point in the night. He felt so, so good inside, and yet you needed even more.

“Harder, Thatch!” You pleaded.

“No. It’ll be too much–” Thatch started to reply.

“Please!”

Thatch clicked his tongue. “Sheesh, needy little thing. Fine.”

He grabbed your hips and picked up his pace, upping both the speed and force of his thrusts until his hips were smacking loudly against yours. Below you, Marco started to move, too, working his cock in and out in perfect rhythm with Thatch. You gasped at the change, toes curling at the flood of sensation.

You reached to touch your clit, but Marco suddenly grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. The strength in his grip only made you wetter, a jolt of desire making you clench up, your moans rising in volume.

You didn’t even notice Izo taking his place on the bed, perched right above Marco’s shoulder, until he bent over you, filling your vision, in order to kiss you once more.

“Still want to do this?” He asked, checking in one last time.

“Yesss,” you moaned, tearing up again at just how good it felt.

“Thatch will watch for your signal, okay?” Izo tilted your head back, fingers parting your lips, and you sucked on them without prompting, making him smirk. “Alright, here it comes.”

You opened your mouth, and Izo inserted his cock, far more slowly than the others had earlier. He worked his way in gently, gradually making it further and further in, keeping an eye on your body for a sign of a negative reaction. It would have been impossible to tell, though–with Marco and Thatch fucking you so well, you were twitching and arching periodically. The only thing Izo could really count on at that point was your safe signal, but he trusted you to use it if you needed to. With that in mind, he pushed further, deeper, until he was well inside your throat.

It was ambitious–minding your breathing was a challenge when you were being double penetrated so perfectly, but the two prior attempts had relaxed your gag reflex more than usual, and there was little discomfort as Izo started to thrust. Having to concentrate on your breathing only diminished the pleasure by the tiniest fraction, the nerves between your legs ever ablaze. 

With your head back, you couldn’t see anything but Izo’s lower half, but you could feel how he rested a hand on your throat, feeling his dick through the flesh. You felt another hand running down your side–it had to be Ace–and then he mounted the bed, too, throwing a leg over to straddle your waist.

This was it. You could barely contain your excitement, but in your current state, there was no real way to tell. All your noise was currently muffled, anyway.

Ace felt up your chest, groping and squeezing, before he positioned his cock in between your breasts and pressed them together. Already dripping pre-cum, he needed no lube as he started to thrust, his own noises of delight joining that of the other three. His thumbs brushed your nipples as he tit-fucked you, making you buck into Thatch and Marco.

“Look at that! All of us at the same time… You’re incredible, Y/n,” Ace praised between moans. “Even your tits feel amazing… So fucking good. So fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond, of course, but you weren’t sure you could have formed words even if your mouth was free. Spread out between the four of them, every hole filled out and more, you felt as if every nerve in your body was wired to them, to the feel of their skin against and inside yours. Entirely at their whims, nothing more than a means to their satisfaction, they used you completely and thoroughly, and it was perfect.

No one bothered hiding their noises anymore, all sense of shame long since gone, a chorus of moans and grunts and cries reverberating through the room alongside lewd, wet squelches and slaps. They were so deep inside you, your insides molded to the shape of them, and soon the heat started to build somewhere between your legs, even without your clit being touched, a song of lust that started to crescendo.

You had never cum while deepthroating before, the pleasure mostly mental on your end. But then Thatch started rubbing your clit, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t, the crescendo spiking rapidly toward its end. Above you, you could hear Izo’s moans stutter and pitch high in a familiar way, and when he came, he was so far down your throat you didn’t even feel it.

A few seconds later, Izo pulled out of your mouth, and you switched your breathing with a gasp. He pressed a grateful kiss to your forehead, then slid to sit on the floor, spent.

“Good, good, now we can hear you,” Ace panted, “though I kind of liked hearing you try and moan with a cock in your throat, too.” His thumbs continued flicking and rubbing your nipples mercilessly, the icing on the proverbial cake that spurred on your desperate moans.

The heat only kept building, shooting higher and higher. They were so big inside, so big and so deep, taking you like they needed it just as badly as you did.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ace whined, and when you opened your mouth in response, that did him in. He shouted as he came, spurting thick, hot ropes mostly over your neck, though some landed in your mouth. It was bitter and you didn’t even slightly care, too fucked-out to do anything but swallow in between moans.

Ace finishing in your mouth was enough to hurdle you to the edge, suddenly close, a wave at its crest ready to break at any moment. You pulled weakly against Marco’s hold on your wrists, but his grip only tightened. Clenching rhythmically around them, overcome with the need to finish, your thoughts focused once more on nothing but the end that was in sight. You barely even felt Ace dismount, nor Marco’s nibbling on the shell of your ear. Ace reached to your breasts again, pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and your peak all but slammed into you.

For an instant, you saw white. It was, somehow, even stronger than the last one. Once again, nothing existed but you and your shaking orgasm, the sizzling of every pleasure nerve in your body, the pulse of your entire being unmade into nothing but the component elements of sensation. Your cry broke halfway out your mouth, devolving into a choked sob as the other two just kept fucking you through the contractions of your walls, drawing out your climax for what felt like an eternity.

“Coming,” Thatch’s voice was strained, the fluttering around his cock bringing him to the edge. He gripped your hips with both hands, strong enough to bruise, and cursed as his hips stuttered in their pace. “Oh, Y/n!”

You couldn’t feel it, but you knew Thatch had finished once he stilled, catching his breath before pulling out. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed onto your cunt, waiting, as promised earlier, for his cum to dribble out.

You went limp above Marco, still rutting into your ass, the pitch of his moans signaling that he was near his end, as well. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips, bouncing you onto his cock like you were a toy. You were too fresh from your orgasm for it to feel all that good, but it didn’t hurt, either, so you just relaxed and let him get there at his pace.

Marco finished with a cry of your name, fingers digging into your hips and head thrown back against the bed. He held you there for another minute before letting go with a heavy and very satisfied sigh. You lifted yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, and for a few minutes, there was only the sound of everyone catching their breath.

“Fuck,” you said, staring at the ceiling in awe.

Ace giggled from his spot in one of the chairs. “You said it.”

Marco rolled onto his side to face you, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you passionately before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. “You’re okay, yoi? Nothing hurts?”

“My throat’s a bit sore,” you admitted. “I’m sure it’ll be worse later. I probably won’t do consecutive deepthroats like that again. Maybe cap it at two times a session.”

“Whatever you need,” Marco said. “That was… You were…”

“You were amazing,” Thatch finished for him. “Shit, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

“Me neither,” you laughed. “I think you guys might have ruined me forever. What if I can’t cum from regular sex after this?”

Izo pushed himself off the ground, standing up and stretching. “Just come to any of us, we’ll take care of you.”

“Can you walk?” Marco asked. “Do you need any help getting cleaned up?”

“I dunno. I’ll find out soon enough. I need a minute first, though,” you said, curling up against Marco and resting your forehead on his chest.

“Of course.”

Izo grabbed the stack of washcloths off the desk, taking them to the connected bathroom (another one of Marco’s private luxuries) to dampen them before passing them out. Everyone but Marco cleaned up and got dressed, the latter staying put to cuddle you while you came down.

After a few minutes, you sat up, swinging your legs over the bed and attempting to stand. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt a little like a newborn deer, but at least you could stand. Ace joined you in the bathroom anyway, making sure you stayed upright while you cleaned up. A second outfit was waiting for you on the desk, and Ace helped you change into it.

Clean, dry, and thoroughly spent, you crawled back into Marco’s bed and collapsed. Marco, now dressed, got in beside you, spooning your back and hugging you to him.

The reality of what you just did settled in, and you suddenly laughed at yourself. “God, I’m a slut…”

“If you are, then so are we for participating,” Marco said.

You gave him a look over your shoulder. “You can say that, but you weren’t the ones with three dicks in you.”

“Four, in a way,” Ace said.

“Ace,” Izo snapped. “Not helping.”

“It’s fine, Y/n. It really doesn’t matter,” Marco assured.

“He’s right,” Thatch said. “It’s normal for pirates to sleep around, anyway. Don’t worry about it so much.”

“Alright…” You conceded.

Izo, Thatch, and Ace came to sit on the edges of the bed, the latter deciding that wasn’t enough and crawling in to lay next to your other side, though barely fitting. Caring little that his ass was practically hanging off the bed, Ace stroked your cheek affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey, Y/n… Thanks.”

“I should be the one saying thanks,” you mumbled. “It was my fantasy.”

“But we all really, really enjoyed it,” Ace insisted, beaming.

You smiled and buried your face into the pillow in an embarrassment that was frankly ridiculous to be feeling after all of that. You had already been exposed inside and out, in every sense of the word. Something that could only be pulled off because of your deep trust in your partners–trust that they’d listen, trust that they would never hurt you, trust that they had your best interests in mind.

An overwhelming surge of love rose in your chest at the realization of just how far you trusted them, how well they took care of you, and how much it had paid off. You were surprised to feel tears welling up, immediately biting your lip in an attempt to stop them. But then you blinked and they rolled down your cheeks, making Ace frown. “Y/n?”

“I’m good, I’m–” you covered your mouth to suppress the sob that threatened to spill out. The tears were running down your cheeks now, and you had no idea why, only that you couldn’t seem to keep it in.

The others were all attuned to you now, wearing equal looks of concern.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Ace murmured, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, trembling, “I don’t know why I’m crying. It was perfect.”

“It was intense,” Marco said softly, hugging you a little tighter. “This is a normal reaction. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“O-Okay…”

Izo rubbed your arm, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

“There’s no judgment here,” Thatch added, petting your head. “You’re safe.”

Reassured, you stopped trying to hold it in and let yourself just cry. Marco and Ace held you all the while, Thatch and Izo’s hands never leaving you either. Eventually the cry ran its course, and you were left with the occasional sniffle.

Thatch brought you tissues while Izo brought you a glass of water. You sat up to partake in both, blowing your nose before draining the water in seconds.

“More?” Izo asked, and you nodded.

Marco rubbed your back while Izo refilled the glass, and when he returned, you downed it just as quickly.

The four of them whispered reassurances and affirmations: You’re not useless. You’re not a toy. You’re one of us. We respect you. We love you so much.

You leaned against Marco, feeling significantly better even though you had never really felt bad at all. “I love you guys, too. More than anything.”

They each took a turn kissing and embracing you, making you smile.

“So, uh,” you started, smile turning sheepish, “Next time our schedules line up… You know, when we’re all off at the same time–”

“Then we can get off at the same time?” Ace offered, and you giggled.

“Absolutely,” Thatch said.

“I’m up for a repeat,” Izo agreed. “How could I not be after that?”

“We’ll discuss it when the time comes,” Marco said, “make sure it goes as smoothly as it did this time.”

“I’m sure it will,” you sighed, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, “there’s no one else I trust more.”

“Alright!” Thatch clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go cook something nice just for the five of us. I dunno about you guys, but I’m famished.”

Your eyelids were already growing heavy. “That sounds good, but I think I’m gonna pass out here in a sec.”

“Go ahead, Y/n,” Marco said, “We’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

You nodded, letting yourself flop back into the bed. “Thanks…”

Marco and Ace laid on either side of you, arms finding their way around your waist and shoulders, and you relaxed into their embrace. You could feel Izo petting your head, and you smiled to yourself.

There really was no one else you trusted quite like those four:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

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[crimsoni-nkwell]

Milo Thatch x Male!reader smut

Female/fem aligned, this isn’t for you

You have big dreams for your life, and you don’t intend to let anything get in the way. Especially your attraction to men, which you’ve kept hidden for years. That is, until you meet Milo James Thatch

It was something you’d thought about before, a constant presence in the back of your mind, but you’d pushed it down. It was ridiculous to think of, and you had goals and plans that it would get in the way of. If you wanted your life to amount to anything, you would have to ignore the dull longing to be with a man until the day you died.

Well, that was how you used to think. Until you met him. 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰. Milo James Thatch, as he had introduced himself.

Fresh out of college and on a mission to do something with your life, you had made quick work of finding a moderately well paying job as an assistant budget manager at Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. You had no intention of staying in Washington for very long, but you needed to think realistically about what jobs would hire a young man such as yourself.

Milo had accosted you in the hall, not two hours into your first day on the job. Shaking your hand enthusiastically, he introduced himself and barely paused to hear your name before going off on a spiel about his first days at Smithsonian. You had been surprised, yet not uncomfortable. In fact, you felt a distinct sense of contentment wash over you, and listened to him attentively until you had to excuse yourself.

Later that day, you asked one of the other men at the institute about Milo. He had looked at you with a look of poorly veiled disgust on his face.

“He’s a linguist. Works in the boiler room.” He lowered his voice a bit “If you were to ask me, I’d say he isn’t really all there. In the head, if you catch my drift.”

He’d then given you a few choice words on his theories about Milo’s romantic preferences. You had only nodded shortly at these proclamations, but you took the words to heart. You wanted a career, a life, perhaps even a legacy. Everyone you talked to about Milo seemed to feel the same way as the man, which meant that being seen with him, talking to him, was directly not in your interest. You promised yourself you’d stay away from him.

It wasn’t long before you broke that promise. Despite every ounce of your common sense telling you that you shouldn’t be, you found yourself drawn to Milo. You found that you couldn’t stay away from him. Your relationship with him grew quickly, and it wasn’t long before you were playing off being seen with him to your coworkers, mumbling half hearted excuses about your jobs simply crossing over constantly.

You grew to know Milo inside and out, and he you. You truly believed Milo was the only person you met who had understood you on such a level, and you in turn felt as though you’d never understood a person better. Milo was a breath of fresh air in the harsh, artificial reality you’d come to accept. Try as you might, you couldn’t escape him.

All this came to a head one night when the two of you stayed late in Milo’s office. It was dark except for the faint yellowish-orange glow emanating from the gas lamps scattered around the room. The room was warm, bordering hot, and the only sound was Milo’s voice as he rambled on about something or other. You weren’t really paying attention, just content to be in his presence.

The heat was stifling, you had no idea how Milo didn’t seem affected. You had already shed your coat, now you undid the top button of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin and shifting in the chair you were seated in, trying to get some relief. It didn’t help. Your heart was racing and you could feed your hands beginning to shake. You made a decision.

You stood up. Milo made no notice, continuing to talk. You approached him until you were inches apart. He was standing with his back to you, completely unaware of your presence.

“Milo…” You muttered.

He didn’t hear you.

“Milo,” You said again, this time you placed your hand on his waist and nuzzled your face into his neck.

He paused and turned his head to you, a confused, somewhat nervous smile on his face. He opened his mouth, beginning to form a question but you didn’t let him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, softly, you didn’t want to scare him away.

Milo didn’t really kiss you back, he didn’t close his mouth, he kept his eyes open, he didn’t even move. You pulled back, a slight sinking feeling in your chest. Perhaps you had misread him, overstepped his boundaries. Perhaps you were going to lose him, but you kept your composure.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to the buttons on your shirt, closing the one you had opened earlier.

“Should I not have done that?” You broke the heavy silence that had fallen between you.

Milo shook his head. You felt your throat tighten, and your face grew even warmer.

“Well then. I guess I’ll be going.”

You turned, moving to the chair you had discarded your jacket on, making to pick it up, but before you could, Milo grabbed your wrist. You thought the strength in his grip was astonishing, much tighter than someone with his body should be able to do. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, and he was still shaking his head.

“No that’s not what I meant,” he was muttering quickly, almost to himself “Don’t go. Just…just come back over here.”

You obliged, you wouldn’t have been able not to if you had wanted to. He was taller than you, just enough to lean down slightly when he kissed you. And this time it was a real kiss.

One of his hands was still gripping your wrist, and his free one was trying to find a place to settle. It roamed over your shoulders, hips, back, neck, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Milo,” you whispered his name into the kiss, breathless “Milo,”

Your head was spinning and you wrapped your arm not gripped in Milo’s hand around the back of his neck to steady yourself. The kiss was open mouthed and hungry. You coaxed Milo’s tongue into your mouth. He tasted good, something smoky that you couldn’t quite place. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

“This… is so good,” Milo mumbled. His words were strained and broken.

His voice awoke something in you. You opened your eyes and freed your arm from his grip. Grabbing his hips, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the desk and his legs buckled, never once breaking the kiss. Milo clumsily pushed some books and papers off the desk so he could sit comfortably.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you. His glasses were slightly askew. In the faint light you could see his skin was flushed a faint red and his pupils were blown out. The sight sent a blinding heat through your body.

“Jesus,” you muttered to yourself, before quickly beginning to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, and you shrugged it off your shoulders.

Milo began to mimic your actions, but his hands were trembling and he struggled with the buttons. He eventually gave up and pulled the shirt over his head, causing his glasses to get caught and knocking them even more askew. You made to remove them but he stopped you.

“Don’t,” He said faintly “I want to be able to see you,”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight down your body. You had already been painfully hard, but this made it nearly unbearable. You rushed into another kiss, pulling up his hips so they ground against yours. Milo was hard too and the feeling of him against you sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

He ground his hips up into yours again, this time on his own. This went on for a bit, both of you breathless and moaning, until you pulled away from the kiss with an obscene noise. Milo looked at you questioningly, but quickly stopped as you moved down to kiss his neck, biting at his prominent collarbone.

You moved down his body quickly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on skin, leaving bruises where you wanted, until you were sitting on your knees between his legs, one hand resting on his thigh. You looked up at him, trying to read his face.

“This is alright with you?” You needed to be sure.

Milo nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, please.”

He leaned over and began to fumble with his belt. You reached up, helping him. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, gripping his thigh to steady yourself. He moaned, more of a whimper than anything. His hips thrusted into your mouth and he mumbled an apology. You sighed in pleasure, causing Milo to whimper again. You closed your eyes, moving your head up and down, content to listen to Milo’s moans and whimpers.

As Milo’s noises became louder and his hips began to twitch you opened your eyes and looked up at him. His head was tossed back and his eyes were screwed up in pleasure. One of his hands was at his chest, pinching and rubbing at his hardened nipples. The sight was so unbelievably erotic, it was beautiful. Milo noticed you looking and his hand reached down to tangle in your hair. You knew he was close. You sped up your pace and his grip in your hair tightened, and then you pulled off him.

He made a sort of strangled noise, almost a sob, and pushed your head down, trying to make you continue.

“Please, please,” he breathed out, you could swear there were tears forming in his eyes.

You stood up.

“No.” You said, your voice shaky but confident. “I want you inside me.”

Milo looked up at you, shocked at your forwardness,

but then all at once, stood up. He kissed you, hard, and began pushing you towards the wall. He kicked his pants off from around his ankles. He stumbled over them, knocking you into the wall harder than he had intended. You didn’t mind.

The two of you made quick work of removing your pants and boxers, throwing them haphazardly to the side. As Milo began to kiss your neck you let out a strained moan.

“You know how?” You asked, your words coming out desperate.

He nodded. You felt an irrational pang of jealousy, knowing that Milo had been with other men, but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, taking them in, running your tongue across them. His fingers were soft and delicate, gently feeling around your mouth.

Milo watched you with half lidded eyes, his breathing slow and loud, until he decided you’d coated his fingers enough and extracted them from your mouth.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he muttered.

You complied, surprised at how he was able to hold you up against the wall. He moved his hand down to your ass, feeling around. He found what he was looking for, and glided a finger around your hole. You gasped slightly at the sensation. Milo’s head was resting on your chest, watching his actions, seemingly curious, observing it as he might some paper or book. You groaned.

“Don’t tease, Milo.”

Milo looked at you and half nodded. You moaned, burying your face in his neck as he slid a finger into you, moving it around experimentally. Your hips jerked back, looking for more. Milo slid the second finger in, and you snapped your head up to kiss him. It was less of a kiss and more of a sharing of air, your head too clouded with pleasure to focus on kissing. Milo curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made you cry out. He did it again, getting a similar reaction and continued to move his fingers around until, satisfied, he pulled them out.

You whimpered at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing, as Milo reached down between you and began to stroke his cock, spreading the precome across it, before aligning himself with you. He pushed into you slowly, making a half sob half moan sound, and causing you to moan loudly.

“Milo,” You whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t move yet,” Milo mumbled against your skin.

“What? Why?” Your words came out more desperate than you had intended.

“If you do, I’m going to come.” He sounded slightly embarrassed.

You complied, burying your face into Milo’s neck, relishing the closeness until Milo mumbled a soft okay.

You rolled your hips and the pleasure was instant. Milo was big, bigger than you had realized when you were sucking him off. It almost bordered on painful, but he was at an angle where he was hitting the right spot with every thrust and the pleasure drowned out most of the discomfort.

You had been with other men before, but it had always been for the physical release. Strangers you’d met in dark, rundown hotels or a man you’d locked eyes with at a college party. There had never been any underlying affection, and it had been clear with the way the men had treated you. With Milo it was different, besides the physical pleasure it felt like a seal on your relationship. It felt like you were confirming the trust you had for each other, perhaps even the love. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Milo moaned.

“You’re so warm…” He said, his voice soft and thick from pleasure.

You didn’t say anything back, just bit down lightly on his neck. You were so caught up in the pleasure it was hard to do anything besides cling to Milo. You struggled to continue your movement. You shook your head slightly.

“I can’t…”

Milo seemed to catch on as he grabbed your hips, moving you against him. Despite Milo being the one inside you, you had been in control up until this moment. Something about letting Milo have complete authority over you, trusting him with your body, made you want to cry. You desperately wanted to tell him you loved him, more than anything, but you were scared. What if it was too early? What if he didn’t love you and was truly just using you as a form of release as you had done with so many other men?

But, as Milo leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear, something in you snapped.

“I love you,” you said softly.

Milo’s entire body tensed and he came. As he did, he whispered your name over and over like a prayer and other proclamations of love. The feeling of Milo inside you and hearing the broken way he said “I love you” sent you over the edge. You swore your vision went white as you arched your body closer to Milo, tears threatening to spill over.

You stayed there for a moment, Milo holding you up while you clung to him, then you disentangled yourself from him. Your legs were weak and there was a dull aching sensation. You leaned heavily against the wall, Milo pressed against you. You were both breathing hard and your skin was burning. Milo’s head was still buried in your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

Milo was the one to break the silence.

“Come home with me. Stay the night, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course I’ll come home with you.” You said, hardly surprised at the request.

Milo began to laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

“I just love you,” He said.

You felt a warmth and a sense of peace spread through your body as you realized you’d found a home in Milo, something you’d been searching for for a long time. Any thoughts of your coworkers finding out, any fear of potential consequences were drowned out by the overwhelming desire to be with Milo. You knew he felt the same.

And that was enough.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

What Milo’s Instagram would look like dating you

@MiloThatch_ : Idk what to put here Y/n is better at this 🫤

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Comments:

@Audreystireshop: The cat is the embodiment of Vinny

@vinnyblows: Not true at all

@MiloThatch_: yeah sure…

@Kidathelover: Milo when can I steal Y/n from you?

@y/ntherealest: whenever 😘

@MiloThatch_: excuse me ? no thank you 😄

@HS: Did you leave the cat

@y/ntherealest: yes unfortunately, i cried

@Audreystireshop: CUTTEST COUPLE EVER

@y/ntherealest: 🥰🥰 thank you thank you

@MiloThatch: thanks Audrey 🫡

@MOLE: that cat looks tastey

@vinnyblows: @MOLE: no

@audreystireshop: @MOLE: no

@HS: @MOLE: no

@MiloThatch: @MOLE: no

@y/ntherealest: @MOLE: no

@Kidathelover: @MOLE: no

@rourketiberius: @MOLE: no

@B_Packard: @MOLE: no

@COOKIE: @MOLE: no

@mr.sweetforyoursweet: @MOLE: no

@mr.sweetforyoursweet: @MOLE: imma need you to log out for me

@MOLE: 🙁🙁

@WhittyMorethegreat: cute pics!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@MiloThatch: why the fire..? 😨😨

@WhittyMorethegreat: is that not how the people do it now?

@B_Packard: @WhittyMorethegreat: i think you need to get off the internet now

[cyborg-franky]

Kinktober Day 2 - Marking

GN Reader x Thatch N/SFW Biting/Scratching Word Count: 518

Thatch was a large man but he was one of the most gentle people you’d ever come across. The hands that held yours were so soft, holding your hand as you walked along the moonlit deck back to your bed chambers with him. 

The smile on his face when he leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips on yours, his beard tickling you, how he loved it when you’d giggle into the kiss each time. He never treated you like you'd break but he knew his strength and that was one of the many things you valued about him.

Sometimes though, sometimes you didn’t want him to be gentle with you, and sometimes, he wasn't and you loved him in those moments just as much as the ones where he carried you in his arms and showered you adoration and words of affirmation.

The way his lips claimed your skin in open-mouthed kisses, suckling at each point on your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and hearing you moan, how you took that sharp delighted intake of breath, eyelashes fluttering as you closed your eyes and tilted your head giving him more skin to claim.

Thatch didn’t stop at your neck though, your collarbone was his next target, the always gentle kisses that made you melt against him, you were dough in the chef's hands as he gripped your hips tightly, leaving bruises of dedication.

Kisses turned into biting as he marked you wherever he saw fit, going based on your sounds of pleasure and gasps of surprise, gauging where you wanted it the most. He traveled down further, conquering you each time he laid another mark upon you.

The expanse of your chest became his next masterpiece, as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the pert bud and sending sensations hurtling through your body, arching and crying out for him, begging him to go faster.

Thatch knew just how to work you up into a frenzy. You thought you’d die of being slow burned with his lingering touches, no haste in how his lips moved across your skin, his hands digging into your flesh as he sucked on the skin of your inner thigh which had you begging for him,

As he finally moved onto the main course, as he thrust into you firm but gentle it was your turn to leave your mark on him. Nails racking down his back, his hisses of pained pleasure against your ear, chuckling as you caused the lines across his back each time he hit somewhere deep inside of you that had you calling his name and proclaiming him a God.

He fucked you slowly but with such purpose and you knew when others saw the state of his back, the way your neck was a patchwork of lust they’d give you both teasing words but you and Thatch never listened, never really cared what people thought.

You wore the marks with pride and people could say what they wanted. You both knew the love that had been placed into each mark across your bodies.

[lale-txt]

HELLO!!! May I please have C,K,F and X for Thatch please he has such and chokehold on my heart. Thank you!!!

YES BREAD MAN. thank you so much for the request, he's one of my favs to write! though i always cry a little when making banners for him because there's no nice panels of him in the original manga (ಥ_ಥ) nsfw under the cut! reader is genderneutral.

C - Cum: Anything to do with cum basically

Thatch always makes sure you’re comfortable with cum play, he’d never pressure you to drink it all up for him or cum anywhere on your body you don’t want him to. If you give your consent though he’ll make sure no drop is wasted, asking for your mouth wide open, tongue out as he cums across your face, taking off the yellow scarf he used as blindfold for you so he can admire your hungry eyes as you lick him clean. Though he also enjoys watching his load drip out of your hole after he pulls out, watching you squirm under his touch when he uses his fingers to stuff it back in until he entices another orgasm out of you.

K - Kink: One or more of their kinks

Definitely not food play. While cooking is his passion, he’d rather see his dishes on plates instead of played around with. However, a good knife… would be a waste to use it in the kitchen only, right? He’s extra careful with it, loves seeing you shudder under the cold steel as he lets it run over your body, maybe ripping apart your underwear with it, a deep hum escaping his throat…

F - Favorite Position

Literally any position that lets you face each other. Thatch is very sensual, always hungry for some kisses while he’s buried deep inside of you, enjoying the feelings of your walls clenching around him. He loves seeing your face when you moan out his name and look at him with so much adoration in your eyes; it sometimes still feels unreal to him, being loved like that. 

X - X-Ray: Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words

Perfect baguette, ready for you to devour it whole. Nice girth, enough to stretch your walls nicely but without making it very painful (he's a big fan of lube anyway, especially the ones with flavor but always complaining that they taste nothing like they’re declared). Gives himself a nice trim but not fully shaved off, don’t be surprised if it comes in the same shape as his beard actually.

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Milo kisses zima as he wrapped his arms around her waist *

Milo passionately kisses her and went down to her chest

Zima blushed*

Milo : please……take off your clothes….

Zima blushed as she did exactly that she was pinned to the wall

Milo smirked

Milo kisses her neck

Zima : mmmh….please don’t stop…

Milo kisses her shoulder milo got on his knees and blushed red seeing her pussy

Zima : do you like it?

Milo : mhm….

Milo made her spread her legs out *

Zima blushed red

Milo kisses her most sensitive spot making her legs twitch

Zima : aaaah ~ mh….

Milo looks at her

Milo : do you want me to eat it~?

Zima : please….

Milo puts it in his mouth and started sucking *

Zima : oh yes~!!!

Milo kept going he held her legs still so he could concentrate

Zima : ah…oh my god…..milo went a bit faster

Zima : s-shit~!!!

Zima blushed red as she came but milo kept going as some of it drips on his chin

Zima whimpers milo stopped then grabbed her legs

Zima blushed

Milo slid two fingers inside her drenching pussy

Zima : ah~! M-milo!

Milo shuts her up by kissing her lips he pulls his fingers out then he unzipped his pants zima got on her knees *

Milo kisses her collarbone before getting his cock out zima went back on her knees

Milo : mh……

Zima sucks the tip at first making milo throw his head back

Zima slid it in her mouth and started sucking

Milo : oh my goodness…..ah….zima that feels so….good….ah…….m-my cock….

Zima went faster and stroked the shaft a little

Milo pants

Milo : ah that’s it!~ right there zima! Keep going! I’m almost there!

Zima shows that she has a toy a dildo

Milo sees this

Milo : f-fuck~

Zima looks at him for permission

Milo : please do it babe ….

Zima put lubricant on the toy as she slowly pushed the toy inside his ass

Milo blushed red as he got hard again

Zima continued sucking his dick and she pushed the toy in and out of Milo’s ass

Milo : fuck~ mmmh…fuck fuck FUCK!~

Zima did both faster zima pulls out as he came from both spots

Milo : oho god…. Mmmh…..

Zima spreads her legs out as he immediately got on top he sees her breasts and plays around with them

Milo : I hope your ready for my cock to be inside you~

Zima purred as she blushed red in pleasure

Zima bites her lip seeing his dick

Milo sucks on a nipple

Zima : aha~!! Milo ah~

Milo slid his dick inside her

Zima : YES~!!!!!

Milo puts her on her stomach and thrusts fast and hard

Zima : ah! Ah !

Milo : ah….ah….

Zima clenched her hands on the bed sheets as milo held one of her hands *

Zima : a-ah oh my god your huge~!

Milo : this is all for you dear ~

Zima whimpers as he went faster

Milo grabbed her shoulders and then went as fast as he could as she screamed out in pleasure

Milo : I’m gonna cum baby get ready!~

Milo thrusts one more time and came inside her

Zima blushed

Milo pants

Milo : maybe next time we will see how much your ass can handle and maybe you can peg me

Zima : mh…god that was so good….

Milo : I’m glad you enjoyed yourself babe

[mamamittens]

Cream of the Crop (+18)

Uh, I don't have any words. This just sort of happened lmao.

Thatch X Reader (undefined gender or appearance)

Warnings: nonpenetrative sex, grinding, gross puns, dirty talk, aggressive foreplay/biting, and sex in a public area (no voyeur or exhibitionism, it's just in the kitchen). Oh! And sir kink I guess.

Word count: 1247

@secretsnailor

The kitchens were quiet, most of the division having finished their assigned chores and turned in for the night. All except for Thatch and… you.

He industriously set aside ingredients for the next day, marking down what he took from a hanging clipboard, as you dried up the last of the dishes. It took a lot to run a crew of this size, let alone feed the many, many, prodigious appetites found within. And yet, it was practically second nature to him, his mind clearly not on meal planning as he meandered his way past counters and slid up behind you. Pompadour brushed back after a long day’s work.

Warm hands wrapped around your hips, a soft brush of lips on your exposed neck as he chuckled. Squeezing briefly before taking the whisk from your hands and hanging it up along the other utensils. Gently nipping until you squirmed, he bit down with his teeth firmly with a smirk. Grasping hands dragging up your shirt and over your ribs, digging into the soft areas he found in soothing motions. He pulled back and pressed his lips over the growing bruise before tucking his chin under yours, forcing your head up as you sucked in a shuddering breath.

“I-I thought—hng—That the kitchen was off limits, Sir.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you fought against the growing heat on your skin.

Rather than say anything, Thatch chuckled, pressing hot kisses against your jaw as his hands pulled you back firmly against his chest. One hand slipped under fabric to your chest, kneading firmly until he reached your nipple, pinching and twistingly lightly. The other… he slid it over your jeans, pressing along the zipper over your crotch until he was cupping your sex. Gentle rocking motions dragged a soft moan from your lips despite your best effort. And all too soon, he moved that firm pressure over to massage the inseam along your inner thigh, teasingly close.

“My kitchen, my rules.” Thatch breathed across your ear, “So don’t make a mess. Hate to ruin all that hard work getting it clean again.” He squeezed your thigh again, hand brushing over your jeans until he dips his fingertips underneath the waistband.

A hard slap landed on your ass and you jolted.

“Ah--! Y-Yes, sir!” Your voice was meek and pitiful, you were so lost in the pleasure. His hand returned to where it was after a soft squeeze.

“That’s what I like to hear. Good behavior deserves its own reward.”

He bullied his way under the tight fabric, pulling his other hand out from under your shirt to grasp your neck. A gasp was dragged from your lungs as he pinned you against the counter and he took full advantage of it. Tongue sliding over yours as he grunted, sealing your lips in a wet kiss. There was an unmistakable rocking against your ass as he mimicked the motions with his tongue and slick fingers.

Heat coiled under your skin as you grew dizzy, reaching up to pull his hair for even a moment of reprieve. Thatch groaned, almost slamming his hips against yours as he was forced to pull his head back. He looked fucked and hungry for more. Grinning with a toothy smile, he pinched at the delicate skin he’d been toying with before diving down to swallow the broken cry like a starved man. With an almost cruel show of force, he wedged his legs between yours, grinding his hand into the growing wetness until you started to shake.

With your hips still pinned, he let go of your neck to pull one of your knees up onto the counter, feet no longer touching the floor. His chest forcing you to bend over until your head was hanging into the empty sink. Keeping you pinned in that open and vulnerable position, he nipped and bruised more of your skin along your shoulder and neck. The cold metal almost burning your skin, even through fabric.

“T-Thatch! Ah—hahnn—p-please!” Your voice was strained and loud, echoing against the sides of the sink as it was amplified. With his new angle, he showed just as much mercy as he had before—none.

Palm grinding over your pubic bone as his fingers stroked and slipped over your skin. A button broke from your jeans, zipper forced down as Thatch suddenly had more room to tease you. And he abused that power too, your free leg knocking against the counter as your body began to seize with hot pleasure. The sound of both of your panting echoing in your ears, each groan and whimper overpowering.

“A-Almost there, honey, I’m right here.” Thatch hissed, shoving down your pants and his, growling in frustration when he had to move your legs to get enough room. “Gotta feel you closer. Always a good fuck for me, aren’t you? Soft and wet and ready.” Clearly, he preferred the previous position, wasting no time as he shoved you head down to keep you in place, jeans falling to the floor. Once he managed that, he lifted your hips up, pinning you higher onto the counter—and lower into the sink.

His cock slid between your thighs, grinding up against you as he pinned your leg back on the counter again. Teeth clamped down onto your neck as he groaned, free hand setting another ruthless pace.

When you started to shake again, he didn’t stop.

He went faster.

Cock almost sliding in, you were both so wet, you bucked against his hold involuntarily. His grip was almost as bruising as his lips when you came with a voiceless scream, not stopping even when your eyes watered with overstimulation.

Pulling your hair back for another kiss, he shoved his dick back to slip between your cheeks, spilling over the back of your shirt and exposed skin rather than the clean—well, mostly clean—counter. His pleased groan muffled.

Gently, he bucked against you for several long moments, hand now gently stroking your sex. Praises rained down on your assaulted skin.

“So good for me, honey. Always so sweet.” Thatch whispered, stroking your hips and pressing apologetic kisses on your shoulder, “Could fuck you for hours and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, sugar?”

“Y-Yeah…” You couldn’t help but moan.

He gave you a wicked grin.

“Shall we test that, honey?” Thatch asked, helping you dress for the walk back to your shared quarters.

You could barely walk. Your knees still shaking.

But you couldn’t wait for more.

“Please.” Thatch smiled, pleased at your reaction as he lead you two out of the kitchen after a quick once over.

When you were safely in his room, he pulled you to the side of his bed and sat down, gesturing to the floor. You slid to your knees and looked up at him as he pulled off his shirt.

He looked down so sweetly at you as he gently rubbed your head.

And then pressed it against his crotch.

“Prove it to me. Prove to me you’re ready for a proper fuck.” He smiled indulgently down at you, the light casting him in darkness as you reached for his zipper.

“Can I lick the cream?” Thatch nodded, lifting his hips for you as he laughed at the inuendo.

“Of course. Only the best for my good, obedient, honey.” Thatch promised, eagerly waiting to see how good you really were.

For your commander?

Only the best.

What started it all, lmao.

I'll continue this if there's enough interest lmao 🤭

[systemadministratorclu]

I've gone to the Dark Side.

I wrote a smut fic.

[ervotica]

hehe dark!rafe fucking jj's ex bc she spiraling after the break up and using hella drugs so he's just degrading & using her however bc she's beneath him and he can't help but record it and send it to the male pouge's

warnings; DARK, smut (18+ only), drug use, dub-con (r is HEAVILY under the influence and not very aware), throat fucking, fingering, slight daddy kink, breathplay, degradation (I may have gone insane with this one I fear)

A cruel hand is splayed against the top of your spine where the base of your neck begins, subduing you enough to keep you from thrashing as Rafe curls his fingers against the spongy walls of your cunt. You're alight with pleasure, the lick of a flame igniting your every muscle as you gargle into the sheets below you; you're not entirely sure how you got here but your drug addled brain is too hazy with the white-hot euphoria he is so kindly granting you.

He groans at your blank eyes, breath hot on your skin as he licks a long line against the column of your throat and bites down, taking great enjoyment in the way you wriggle and whine.

"Please," you gasp out, that coil in your belly drawing tighter the longer he keeps his fingers nestled against that spot deep in your pussy that makes you scream.

"Please, what?"

"Please, daddy. Lemme cum."

"Attagirl." His grin is wolfish, teeth pointed and bared like a predator. "Little fuckin' whore, aren'tcha, kid? Bet Maybank never made you feel this good."

You shake your head vehemently, almost incomprehensible where you're drooling into the pillow beneath your balmy face.

He tweaks his fingers once more and suddenly the dull flame of bliss has roared to life, squeezing every one of your muscles like tendrils as you gush and your hole clenches around his thick digits.

The muted roar of white noise is all you can hear for a good while; eyes rolling, lashes fluttering, limp and spent from just one orgasm.

You don't see him next but rather you feel him. A thick mushroom head prodding against your swollen lips, the taste of bitter precum on your tongue as he feeds his cock down your spasming throat. A gag rips through you but he pushes past it, unfazed by your own discomfort as he chases the feeling of your tender gullet tightening around him.

"Yeahhh, that's good," he unabashedly moans, deep and gravelly. His cock pushes at the thin skin of your neck, flesh bulging as he settles your nose in the thatch of hair at his pubic bone, heavy sack pressing lewdly atop your gurgling mouth with every rut of his hips.

Bubbles of spit ooze from the corners of your stretched lips and then you're suddenly blinded by white light. The flash of a phone camera crowds your vision and Rafe doubles down, hips pistoning against your slack face as he groans and grunts, degrading insults pouring from his mouth.

"Dirty slut, all you're good for 's takin' dick, right? Just a filthy little hole for me to use when 'm bored."

You purl and choke around him in an effort to voice your complaints, but all it seems to do is spur him on further.

"G'na have this throat trained in no time, kid. You're my personal cocksleeve from now on."

He wrenches himself away despite being seemingly on the precipice of blowing his load; you gasp and whimper as he turns to prop the still recording phone on the dresser behind him, twisting a large handful of your mussed hair around his hand and dragging you across the expanse of the king sized bed. Your neck contorts in an odd sort of manner as he positions you with your head hanging upside-down from the side of the plush mattress. It gives him ample leverage to use you without care; he's not bothered if you pass out, he'll use you either way.

It's rough, borderline abusive, how he fucks your throat. Hard and fast and unrelenting despite your almost continuous retching and slapping feebly at his thick thighs. The bulge in the divot of the soft flesh only becomes more prominent, his spongy head pushing from the inside as though it's trying to rip through you.

His hand reaches between his own legs to plug your nostrils and a menacing chuckle hits your ears as your vision blurs and your eyes lose focus and roll to the back of your skull.

He lets up just as you're on the cusp of unconsciousness, dick never leaving your warm cavern as he reaches blindly behind him for the phone. Forearms dig cruelly into your ribcage as he props himself up and zooms the camera in on your sopping, swollen cunt, parting your petal soft lips and slipping two fingers inside to bully another orgasm from you.

"If I were you, Maybank, I'd have never given up this tight cunt," Rafe rasps. "Fucked the poor thing dumb, already. 'M keeping her."

He presses send before you can protest- not that you'll ever be able to. You'll be too cockdrunk to ever notice what he's done.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Milo Thatch Making-out

❀ Inexperienced Milo ❀

He’s really shy at first and really nervous

Now if your more experienced he’s definitely a sub

he’s almost always a sub

But he has his moments where he isn’t…

But in the context where you are more experienced, you have to guide him

He does get a little embarrassed from being so inexperienced, it’s not something he’s proud of

He takes some time to get used to it

His face gets really red, REALLY red, he blushes a lot

He’ll lose himself in the moment sometimes, he’s never been with anyone before and so being with you just means so much to him

in the rare moments that he is a dom however, it’s usually because of stress

even then though he will be a MESS blushing and all

he doesn’t like being too agressive, he’s a soft spoken person and i believe he’s all the same in this element too

if you both are inexperienced you take things slow, for both of your sakes

he just wants to make sure your both comfortable every step of the way

in the end as long as your happy, so is he :)

Nav! For more milo content

[lovebugism]

grinding against virgin!eddie cock until he cums. skin to skin.

i love a good sinful request hahah hope you like it angel! — the one where you ride eddie for the first time (new-ish relationship, l-bomb, smut 18+, 1.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

A summer breeze billows through an opened window. The evening air cools your burning, bare skin when it kisses your sweat-slicked bodies. It feels almost like silk. Nowhere near as soft as you are.

Eddie sits on the edge of his bed while you ride him. You’re made exactly of velvet and honey as you roll your hips in rhythmic motions over his thighs. Your warm cunt sucks him impossibly further in and in and in.

The slick drooling from your pulsating walls drenches his aching cock and the bushy thatch of pubic hair below it. You grow somehow tighter every time your sensitive clit drags across the coarse patch of his happy trail. You tilt your head back and exhale a gentle moan at the ceiling — as pretty as a wolf howling at the moon. 

Eddie so desperately wants to kiss the newly displayed skin of your neck. His lips ache to suckle at the tendons you bear to him, to find your racing pulse point and bite you softly there. He might’ve —  if only he could tear his eyes away from you for a fraction of a second.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you, but it’s the first time you’ve been on top of him like this.

His chest swells with the same burning pleasure you gave him the first time he slipped inside you. His cock is equally as sensitive, though maybe more so with the newfound sensation of the steady rise and fall of your velvety cunt.

His hands are still as unsure of themselves. They fidget with the urge to hug you tightly to him, though he's distantly fearful of touching such art at the same time.

You notice it rather quickly — the way his fingers idle on the outsides of your knee in a featherlight touch. 

You can tell he wants to touch you, that he just doesn’t know how to.

He’s still scared of making the wrong move with you, still feeling the need to impress you in some way. Unsure of how he got you in the first place, he’s worried his inadequacy will ultimately lead to his heartache.

“You don’t have to be afraid to touch me, Eds,” you tell him, breathless, as you sink down to the base of his cock.

You still and linger there, exhaling a gentle moan from your nose at the combined feeling of him twitching inside you and your delicate button rolling across his lap.

Eddie feels close to exploding, both at how good you feel and how overwhelmed you’re making him.

Your trembling hands rise from his shoulders to cup his jaw. Your thumb swipes over his flushed skin as you force him to keep his eyes on you.

Your heavy-lidded stare pierces somewhere deep in his soul, a bolt of blue lightning he can feel down to his sensitive, bulbous head. 

He wants to move, but his brain short circuits. You’ve effectively paralyzed him, it seems.

“C’mon…” you lilt when you notice him hesitating. A wavering smile quirks the edges of your swollen, kiss-bitten mouth. 

Even though you’re not moving, you’re still suffocated by your own pleasure. He’s reaching a whole different angle inside you with this new position you’re in. You have no choice but to feel him everywhere. 

“Touch me, Eddie… Need to feel you…”

Eddie’s never denied you of anything before. He’d be an idiot to start now.

With uncertain hands, he reaches for your waist. His palms are wide and warm as they settle there, pale palms smoothing over your skin and holding firmly at the soft pudge on your sides.

Even with his stern grip, his touch is not the least bit directing of you. His hands are obediently still — all-consuming with the love he holds within them.

The feeling of him in such an innocent way makes you sigh a pretty moan.

A pathetic whine sounds from Eddie’s throat when your velvet walls clench around him. He doesn’t have too long now — not with how intently you’re gripping his sensitive cock. 

He grits his teeth and leans his head his back, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to fend off his inevitable orgasm. 

It’s damn near impossible, he finds. He can feel you everywhere.

You’re on his dick and drenching his lap. Your damp skin presses against his, the slick between you all but adhering you to him. Your hands feel like slinking vines as they leave his jaw to curl into his hair. Your fingers twist in the sweaty tendrils at the back of his neck. 

He feels the lightning strike of your touch in a tingle that shoots down his spine. Or perhaps it’s the growing need to fill you with everything he’s got to give.

Now, you’re the one that can’t stop looking at him.

His lips are pinker than usual with how keenly you’ve kissed them. The color pairs so nicely with the red splotching his pale skin — the apples of his cheeks, his jaw, the bottom of his neck, and the top of his chest.

You get too easily distracted by how pretty he is to worry about your own pleasure. 

Your clit swells with every pass over his lap, but you can only think about making him feel good. You don’t want him to stop making such pretty little noises for you.

You want to hear him moan for you when he comes. You want to feel him shake like a leaf beneath you when you keep riding him through his high. You want to hear him beg you to stop when he gets too sensitive to function properly.

Surely, that isn’t too much to ask.

You need Eddie to come more than you need it for yourself.

With a knowing smirk hinting at the edges of your lip, you roll your hips over his thighs once more and clench tighter around him. A soft sigh spills from your mouth at the feeling of his cock quivering within your delicate walls. 

Your smile grows when it makes Eddie moan, though it sounds more like a feeble sob in his chest.

“Doing so good for me, Eds,” you whisper as you drag your hips back again. You bring them forward a moment later, not stilling until your stomach is pressed against the soft pudge of his. “Making me feel so good.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he pleads through gritted teeth.

“Why?” you wonder with a breathless giggle.

“‘Cause it’s gonna make me come…”

“What if I want you to?”

His closed eyes squeeze further shut as a whine sounds in his throat, muffled through his clenched jaw.

Your hips fall slowly over his thighs again at a pace as steady as it is slow. They come forward again, unrushed and undemanding. The way you still and clench around him is obviously measured. It pushes him closer to the edge.

“You’re always so pretty for me when you come,” you confess, voice wavering as your own orgasm creeps up your spine. “Always makes me come so hard…”

Eddie whines again, louder this time, as he buries his face in your shoulder. He seeks solace there, with his nose smushed against your damp skin. He hides his moans there, too.

Your pace quickens over his lap, and he groans into your neck. Spurred on by his pretty sounds and his hands rising up your back, you keen and wrap your arms around his neck. 

The two of you hug each other in a rather sinful embrace.

You bury your nose into his wild curls and push through the burning orange embers simmering in your clit and the pit of your stomach.

Eddie holds you tightly against him while his cock trembles relentlessly inside your satin walls, like he’s drowning in an ocean of pleasure and you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

That’s what it feels like, anyway.

That’s what it feels like to be with you, too — in ways more innocent than this wicked one. 

He’s too often lost, too innocent in his way. Still stuck in his boyhood, he rarely ever feels good enough — for life, for you.

He gravitates to you like a focal point, a reminder that he’s still alive when he feels like life is strangling him. 

He doesn’t deserve you.

He doesn’t deserve to feel as good as you make him feel. 

His chest swells with the very thought. It’s an empty, wet feeling that makes him feel like he might cry. And, god, what an idiot he’d be to get all emotional the first time his girlfriend rides him.

He can’t help it, though. He’s a lucky schmuck who managed to woo you into his bed — he’s owed a small sob of victory, he figures.

“Fucking love you like this,” Eddie babbles into your neck, fueled by his impending orgasm. “Love fucking you, baby… Love you all the time... Love you so fucking much, you know that? I fucking love you.”

Even though you’re distantly shocked by his words, you don’t stop riding him. You don’t plan on stopping until he’s begging you to.

You figure he’s too pussy drunk to understand what he’s saying, to know how meaningful his words really are. But he keeps on saying them — “Love you. I love you. I love you so goddamn much—”

Maybe he’s too overwhelmed by his impending orgasm, and his brain has short-circuited accordingly. Maybe he really does love you, and it took a good fucking to finally tell you.

You’re not quite sure.

You’ll ask him about it when all this is over — when his cock is softening on his thigh and his come is seeping out of you while he holds you in his arms. 

But for now, you press your cheek against his burning one and whisper in his ear. “I love you, too.”

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

To all my Eddie girlies out there!

Eddie Munson x Reader Blurb

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Reader with a vagina. Little bit of a breeding kink.

WC: 1k

18+ Only!

“Eddieeee…” you whine out, his fat mushroom tip grazing the soft spongy spot you could never reach yourself. He's got you on his bed, face pressed into the mattress, gripping your hips so hard you know he'll leave finger shaped bruises.

He slows his relentless thrusts just a bit when he hears you, slowing to an agonizing pace that makes your eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” A cheeky grin plastered across his face as he asks.

“I want to… to see you. Please.” Your voice was strained but so delicately sweet. He could never deny you.

Gently, he pulled himself from you, letting you roll over to face him. He pushes his knee up to part your thighs to accommodate him, pressing his chest into yours. Hair tied back, but loose curls falling down framing his face.

Not giving you any sort of reprieve, taking his cock pushing the leaking tip through your folds, finding your entrance and easily sliding back in to the hilt as another wanton moan slipped from your lips.

“This what you wanted Princess? Hmmm?” he grabbed your jaw, squeezing slightly when you didn't answer. “Too fucked out to answer? That's ok, I got you.”

You barely nodded, as he dipped his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth, biting a little harshly and soothing it with his tongue.

“Eddie, ahhhh…” arching you back, pushing your chest further into his face. He pulled off with a slight pop.

“What baby? Too much for you?” He said a little mockingly.

“I just want you.” Your hands grabbing at his chest and shoulders.

“But I'm right here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, digging your heels into his ass, inching his cock a little further into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, just need me, huh? I can do that.” He began to roll his hips, your greedy pussy practically sucking him in each time.

His face hovering over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting into a little “o”. He kissed your cheek, and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak earnestly.

“I love you, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

You couldn't help the smile that crept across your lips, as you looked up into those dark brown eyes full of lust but also held so much love for you.

“I love you too, Eds.” You giggled, as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face.

“Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I just… I just love you Eddie.”

You couldn't help the rush of feelings trying to escape. Bubbling up and out of your chest, trying to convey your feelings for him but only coming out as “I love you.” But it was so much more than that. He was so much more.

“Hey, I know sweetheart.” He brings his lips to yours, picking up his thrusts once more, making you both moan out in unison.

“I know you're close. You gonna come f’me baby?”

The thatch of curls at the base of his cock hitting your clit deliciously as he pushes his hips flush to your each time but it wasn't enough to push you over the precipice.

“More…” you whined out.

“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it.

“Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out, as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.

“Not giving you enough? This is what you wanted sweetheart.”

“I know, Eddie…” you started but he quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt in one swift motion giving you no time to think.

With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion.

“That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”

He reached up, placing his thumb between your perfectly pouty lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth swirling your tongue around the digit.

“That's it baby, get it nice and wet for daddy.”

You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.

“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Make you all nice and round. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.”

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.

A few more thrusts that feel like he's going to punch straight through your guts and your coming undone.

Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.

“Fuck, that's it baby.” He works you through it until you're pushing his hand away from your clit as he doubles down his efforts sliding in and out of you chasing his own release.

He lets out a low growl, as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.

His hips thrust a few more times before he's collapsing completely on top of you trying to control his labored breathing, your legs finally falling back to the mattress.

“Think it'll stick this time?” He pants, breath fanning out across your sweat soaked skin.

“God, I hope not. At least buy me a ring and move out of Wayne's first.” You laughed, brushing the curls from his face when he looked up at you.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” He huffed. “Happy Valentine's Day baby.”

He captured your lips once more before you both froze, hearing the front door open.

“Goddamnit, Eddie! I told you to stop leaving your underwear…” Wayne shouted from down the hall. “For fucks sake, son.” No doubt spotting yours as well.