#if she waaaanted

[mermaidsirennikita]

I would probably, currently, rank the Kings of Italy series (all of which are basically 5/5 for me, with some negligible "maybe this is a 4.5-4.75" stuff due to quibbles) as follows:

Mafia Madman--an all time favorite for me. I just can't resist a villain romance, and I think that what makes this work for me a LOT is Gia really standing up as a heroine in a super strong, unafraid to be "problematic" way; which makes her a perfect match for Enzo, and makes Enzo a perfect match for her. What gets me with them is that you get the sense that they're both two of the smartest people in the room (even when they're dumb, which is usually about each other) and would be bored with anyone else. Also, the scene where she bites him hard enough to draw blood and he's like "THIS IS THE ONE" lmao.

Mafia Target--probably the most swoonily romantic of the series, I think. Giulio and Alessio just LIKING each other too much to murder one another is great to me. I love their little murder journey, the way they always have each other's backs, the REVEAL!!! THE PAIN OF THE REVEAL!!!! How tender they are despite knowing they shouldn't be because they're just in love, dude. Also, one of the best meet cutes of all time, still thinking about it.

Mafia Mistress & Mafia Darling--I think this duet is like, arguably the campiest love story in the series, which is why I love it. Fausto is so funny to me; his inner monologue is always "!!!!!" he doesn't understand emojis, he and Frankie do THE MOST over each other. I also really love the way she challenges him to be not only a better partner for her, but a better father to Giulio. Giulio and Frankie's relationship is amazing; Giulio and Fausto's relationship makes me teary lol, the place it ends up at is just... really heartrending lol.

Mafia Virgin--I just read this, so it may move up! And this is not at all a knock on the book, it's a 5/5 on GR for me (a 4.75 on Storygraph, only because of something that really has nothing to do with the romance that I am probably more sensitive about than the average reader; and there was one thing teased that I could've used followup on, maybe she'll add it in a newsletter scene lmao). And I love this one. Giacomo ends up being such a softie, and I really love his insecurities re: people thinking he's stupid, it's something we don't see enough of in romance heroes because it's truly REALLY vulnerable. I also loved Emma's curiosity, her resolve, and..... I loved.... what they were about..... It's a simpler plot with simpler emotional conflicts than the others, to me, but it's still so well-done and I don't want to take away from that. The series just sets a super high standard, and again, someone has to be at the bottom!

[rackartyg]

nimbus is supposed to help with my mental health but he loves nothing more than when i lie in bed all day. am i going to have to fire him

[carlytayjepsen]

tonight's guesses: i did something bad and dear reader. they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one > when you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss. so light me up > you should find another guiding light

[vanessaroades-author]

when my Deep Roots WIP intro post gets nice comments or tags about the cover 😭😭😭😭

i mean, she does deserve it.

look at Rho.

i will never get over it.

the artist goes by Shinirikaya on twitter and instagram 🥰🥰🥰

[dennisboobs]

thankfully i went home 2 hours early because i finished all my shit but for the entirety of my 6 hour shift today i was left alone with my thoughts and my brain decided that it would supply me ONLY with the risk e rat song and no matter how hard i tried that was all it was willing to give me.

[realjem]

pre-artfight preparing always makes me feel so. nostalgic? a bit bittersweet? god it always makes me feel so rambly

[keeps-ache]

OH (one of) my siblings is learning to draw now !! this is very cool and swag, the only thing that isn't is that he is trying to learn from me fhsvh

[dangermousie]

This is so delicious, the whole "he's only nice to me because he owes me" comes to a head. First, he gets !!! she says she's causing trouble, and he's all "but I waaaant to help you" inside his heart. Use your words, young man!

And then (for him) it gets worse when she treats it as a transaction. That is so not what the poor man wants.

She is so startled at that!

God, deliciousness!

"I will help her stay for YOU" he says. At this point, only a willfully blind person (like Ning) would fail to understand what he feels - it's not a payment of debt, it's doing something for the person he loves. Mmmm.

And he really equates himself and her now - "if it's for her, isn't it the same as if for me" this whole convo screams:

"Is there any difference?" indeed.

And he carries on increasingly insane plans to help her even as flunkie points out it doesn't help his own cause and in fact jeopardizes it. Awwwww. A schemer jeopardizing his schemes for you, must be true love!

[cosmo-production]

all i waaaant for christmas ....... issssssss

FOR HAL LABTORIESS TO MAKE HER RELEVANT AGAIN

SHES HAS ONLY APPRED IN A KIRBY GAME TWO COUNT EM TWO TIMES! AND ONE WAS AS BORDERLINE ACCESSORY TO ADOLINE!

And if not can we atleast get dmk?

[maleficentmrsofallevil]

Dolls I haven't bought

Even though I really want them. Just haven't pulled the trigger. I imagine it seems like I buy everything I see, but there's gotta be a stopping point somewhere...

DollZone The Hanged Man, blank, gray resin, in stock at Denver Doll Emporium (DDE). MSD, so technically too small. But those wings, man.

Dream Valley Eternal Vow Freyja Mantis full set, also in stock at DDE. I have Rita. I don't need two mantitaurs. I just want two.

Dream Valley Abyss Mermaid full set, in stock at DDE. Yes, I have one already. I want two, dammit.

Dream Valley (noticing a theme yet?) Belinda Elf full set, in stock at DDE. I already have Cecilia, which is what is stopping me. But I waaaants her.

Angel of Dream Zimei, ACBJD. I'd have to pre-order her, but AoD pre-orders are generally filled in a month or less, which is practically instant gratification in this hobby. I think she's going to be my next purchase. I've been eyeing her for a solid year.

Fairyland Nuia Elf Designer complete (full set), in stock at DDE. Two things make me balk: 1) the body. I have one. I am not a fan. 2) the price. Fairyland is expensive AF.

I stare at them longingly, and then I reluctantly close the browser. Not today. Maybe later.

Really think I'm going to get that AoD doll soon, though.

[xsezzie]

Hiiii Sezzie~ omg if it's not too much trouble, could I request lee!scara and ler!Aether wheeeere hmm perhaps Scara sees Aether getting wrecked by someone else and Scara is like super entranced by the whole act, so Aether tickles him~?

Feel free to ignore if you waaaant~ thank yoouuuu!

Only taking requests from friends for now!

Hello gorgeous! I’m sorry this took so long 😭 Hope you like the little Scara fic I put together for you ❤️ It’s very short!

A/N: I kept Scaramouche as Scara, I can’t imagine him with another name LOL

Warnings: It’s tickling??? Also swearing because Scara is a grumpy cat.

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Curiosity Tickled the Cat

“P-Paimon! Quihihihit ihihit!!!”

Familiar laughter of the Traveler could be heard in Avidya Forest as his dear, TRUSTED companion, or so he thought, decided to use her tiny hands to attack his soft sides.

The two were camping late in the afternoon, Aether had began teasing Paimon as usual, who in return saw fit to unleash her “Paimonial Wrath” on her Traveler. And Paimon was not an easy target to catch, quickly darting around administering pokes and squeezes to Aether’s poor sides, ribs, stomach.

Little did the two know they had a curious Wanderer watching from a distance, wondering what on Teyvat they were doing.

“How childish…” He grumbled, cautiously walking towards the two. When they both saw him they instinctively jumped to their feet and went into defense mode, Aether noticeably flustered and panting.

“Relax… I’m not going to do anything.” The Wanderer, as he was known, stared between them.

“Wait, what are you doing here? Did you…?” Aether suddenly turned more red than a tomato while muttering under his breath, Paimon couldn’t help but giggle to herself.

“I don’t know what you were doing, but yes, I saw it. Highly amusing~”

“Shut up! Ugh, I can’t believe YOU of all people saw me getting tickled!”

At this point Paimon burst into laughter, Aether shooting her an embarrassed glare. “Oh come on now, I’m sure Scara here is ticklish too~”

She smirked at the Wanderer, but he only stared blankly back, “Wait.. do you not know if you’re ticklish!? Wait, can you even be ticklish!? You’re a puppet right!?” Paimon seemed to have figured it out for herself for once.

“I wouldn’t have a clue, and quite frankly, I probably wouldn’t have such a childish sounding weakness anyway.” The purple haired boy shot a cheeky look at the Traveler who blushed again.

“Hmm~ There’s only one way to find out about this! Get him Aether!!” Paimon swooped quickly, taking Scara’s hat. In that short moment of distraction, the blond pounced and tackled him to the ground. The two wrestled for a moment before Aether was able to gain the upper hand, Scara growled and swore, throwing a few punches in the Traveler’s general direction.

“Gotcha! Now let’s see…” Aether softly pinched the purple haired boys side, eliciting a small squeak and flinch. Both Paimon and Aether’s eyes widened before looking at each other with a knowing look.

“W-What was that? What did you do to mehehehee!!” Scara couldn’t comprehend his own reaction and was quickly overwhelmed by this odd sensation traveling up and down his ribs and sides. Nor could he now contain the laughter beginning to bubble inside. He threw his head back and bit his lip, desperately trying not to succumb to this newly discovered weakness.

“C’mon now, don’t hide it!” Aether teased as he began softly scratching at the other boy's stomach.

“Pff-hahahahaha!!! Fuck off!!!” Scara finally cracked, swearing at his enemy.

“Woah! That was a bad word! I think he needs more tickles!” Paimon deduced.

“N-nohohohoho!!! Quihihihit iiiit!!!” The Wanderer howled as a finger began prodding around his navel. Aether smiled softly, seeing this former Harbinger being reduced to a giggling mess was highly amusing for him and Paimon.

Due to his strength being drained, Aether was easily able to lift Scara’s arms above his head, then swiftly dug his fingers into his exposed armpits.

“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!!! F-FUCK OOHOHOHOOFF!!!”

Aether and Paimon laughed between each other at their former enemy’s reaction. At this point his head was thrown back, full laughter and a flushed face. Wriggling with all his might, the Wanderer managed to free himself and scrambled away from his attacker.

“Looks like he is ticklish! Well now we know what the Harbingers' weaknesses might be!” Paimon giggled to herself, “Ohh maybe we can try this on the others?”

Aether chuckled at her determination, turning his head back to the flustered mess that was in front of him.

“You two really know how to get on peoples nerves…” Scara growled.

“Why did you come over to us anyway?” The blond questioned with a slight smirk.

“I… I was wondering what you were doing, you were being noisy and weird as usual…” The blush on the purple haired boy's face was definitely visible as he tried to play his curiosity coolly, but it did not work.

“You remind Paimon of a cat… always trying to act cool but you secretly want attention…” Paimon smirked and crossed her arms, seeing Scara blush even more made her and the Traveler laugh.

“Go to… ugh whatever, forget this happened or else!!”

“Nope! We will remember this forever!”

Aether and Paimon’s somewhat maniacal laughter echoed throughout the forest as they celebrated their victory, all while the Wanderer could only cover his face in embarrassment.

[sexisdisgusting]

Lenka do you play video games? Its insane how the coomers have come down on recent releases like Fable, Horizon zero dawn, The last of us part 2 because some of the female characters dont have double d breast implants and porno makeup. Like how are males this degenerate??? You cannot consoooom media without coooomingggg??????????!? I simply cannot relate to this porn rot.

ANONITA IM DOING 400 FRONT FLIPS IN A ROW RIGHT NOW I HAVE BEEN WAAAANTING TO TALK ABOUT THIS

ESPPPPP HORIZON

THE WAY THEY TALK ABOUT MY DEAR ALOY MAKES ME WANT TO CALL IN A BOMB THREAT TO WALMART

how in gods name is aloy "UGLY" ARE THESE COOMER MOIDS NORMAL?#*#?$?@?#?@*#÷^*=>2>=÷> IT MAKES ME SOOOO FUCKING MAD SORRY NOT EVERY FEMALE CHARACTER HAS TO BE A MOEBLOB OR IVY FROM SOUL CALIBUR

*foaming at the mouth as i type this*

IN WHAT. FUCKING. WORLD IS SHE 'UGLY' ??@@#(@*#*#* SHE IS THE MOST STRONG, INTELLIGENT, STUNNING VIDEO GAME CHARACTER I EVER HAD THE PLEASURE OF PLAYING AND ALL THESE MOIDS CAN SAY IS SHE ISNT 'FEMININE' ENOUGH?#?@?@???????????? IT MAKES ME GO CRAaaaaaAAAZY

[lizhly-writes]

so this was supposed to happen in that miraculous ladybug au i wrote like 3 years ago but i never got to that point. i found this in an old file here you go

Bihyung massages his forehead. "Look. Flu shots are important because they mean you're not going to get the flu. If you get the flu, you're going to be coughing and cold and probably vomiting everywhere. It's going to be terrible. You know that. I know you know that. Neither of us wants to deal with that."

"But I don't waaaant to," Biyoo whines.

The thing about Kim Biyoo is that while she might have, at one point, been fifteen years old and still technically possesses memories from that time, it doesn't change the fact that she's actually a tiny child. Physically and mentally.

Bihyung looks at Biyoo's tiny stubborn face and weighs his options. While he could pick her up and carry her to the pharmacy for her shot, it would not stop her from kicking and biting and otherwise making a fuss. A teenager struggling to keep his hold on a screaming and squirming child is not a good look.

He bets Kim Dokja would be able to do it just fine. Biyoo likes Kim Dokja better, she would definitely hold still for Kim Dokja if he asked her to. Unfortunately, Kim Dokja is not here right now because Kim Dokja is an irresponsible little shit.

"What if I buy you ice cream after?" Bihyung says wearily.

Kim Biyoo brightens. "Really?"

"Yes. Really."

"Thanks, dad!"

"Please do not call me that," Bihyung says flatly. He's fifteen years old, he's too young to be a father of any kind. This is Kim Dokja's fault, anyway. Why does Bihyung have to put up with this? If Kim Dokja was going to magick a child into existence, Kim Dokja should be the one taking care of it to begin with.

Maybe this is just life now. Constantly cleaning up after Kim Dokja's messes. That's a terrible life, he wants a refund.

Instead of nodding and/or otherwise conveying she will comply with his wishes, Kim Biyoo looks up at him and... smirks. It's a really, terribly familiar smirk. It fits too well on her tiny, too-familiarly smug face.

Bihyung plants his hand over it and pushes lightly. "You're picking up bad habits from your father, I swear," he grumbles.

"Yes, mom," Kim Biyoo says, her voice muffled but still clear enough to make out her mockingly sweet tone.

Bihyung physically recoils. "That's worse. Do not call me that. At all. Ever."

"Sure. Dad."

"Eurgh. Why does it have to be mom or dad, can't you just call me hyung or ahjussi or something? Do you just want to see me make this face whenever you -- oh that's exactly it, isn't it, you little brat."

[hanzajesthanza]

‘How can you demand something like that at all?’ she cried in a trembling voice. ‘How could you dare? By what right?’ (…) ‘(...) We have the right to demand, and we can, O Swallow. Your father, Cregennan, took a child from us. You will give us one back. You will repay the debt. It seems just and logical to me.’ (...) ‘But I don’t want to!’ yelled Ciri so loudly that the mare skittered beneath her. ‘I don’t want to, understand? I don’t waaaant tooooooo! The thought of a damned parasite being implanted in me is sickening. I feel nauseous when I think that that parasite will grow inside me, that—’ She broke off, seeing the faces of the elf-women. Two of them expressed boundless astonishment. The third boundless odium.

still version + extra

[swampstew]

Truth or Dare

Summary: Eustass Kid was obsessed with the new Witch on his ship under his custody, and the feeling was mutual. As the two flirt between the lines of frenemies and associates, Killer suggests a game. What could go wrong? Will they choose Truth and admit their feelings, or will they choose Dare and engage in reckless activities? Scene from my OP Fanfiction - edited so it can be read as a self insert. Let me know if you like it and want me to pull/edit the other book smut scenes.

WC: 3.6K CW: 18+; NSFW; sex under the influence but consented to; alcohol consumption; oral sex; penetration - PIV; AFAB reader x Eustass Kid

M!n0rs DNI! You will be blocked

Kid watched them all partying, a cheeky grin on his face. The crew kept singing until the song ended; crowd and band dispersed to get more liquor. Killer swayed over to Kid; the man always got a little too sassy when he had too much to drink. “You gonna join in on the fun, Captain?”

“I’m fine where I am.”

“You never let loose. Even before the Witch joined us. We’ve made it to the New World Kid, try to enjoy yourself a little.”

He sighed, draining his glass. “What do you suggest I do then?”

Killer clasped his hands together before separating them slowly, “let’s play a game.” Kid rolled his eyes. “Let’s play truth or dare,” the tone in his voice irked Kid.

“And why the fuck would we do that?”

“Because its fuuuuuuuun.”

“We’re not children we’re pirates you drunk.”

“I’m trying to help you, idiot.”

“And do tell how exactly this helps.”

“Well for one, it builds morale amongst your crew. For two, playing this game with (Y/N) will either mean she tells us more about herself, orrrrr,” he giggled, “or she can be dared to do things.”

Kid narrowed his eyes, “We’re not making her do anything weird.”

Killer shook his head vigorously. “Noooo nothing weird but like say I dared her to kiss you in front of all of us.”

“I can fucking kiss her whenever I want without you bitches watching as an audience. Also weren’t you the one who told me to keep my dick away from her?”

Killer nodded, “Yeah but it’s also very obvious how into her you are. Also, I see the way she eye-fucks you when you’re not looking. She waaaants you,” he teased.

Kid turned as red as his hair, “Sh-SHUT UP!” He stomped to the barrel, filling his glass once more.

Killer grabbed the microphone and announced the game, the pirates all whooped and cheered. Groaning, Kid covered his face. (Y/N) was laughing, mixed in with some of the men, she appeared to have grown used to the strong drink as she lapped it up. She walked to the barrel to refill her glass. “You gonna play too?” Kid asked.

“I’ve never played so yes,” she giggled, taking a small sip. Kid groaned again, “I’m gonna kill Killer.” She laughed, tugging on his coat, she led him to the deck where the crew started taking seats on the ground in a large circle. Killer stood in the middle, waiting for everyone to pay attention to him. He quickly explained the rules and began the game.

“Heat – truth or dare.”

“Uhhh truth.”

“Okay, tell us, how the FUCK are you able to breathe fire?”

Heat began to blush, eyes downcast. After a minute, he closed his eyes and said, “when I was a kid, I stole a pepper from this farmer, there was some type of festival going on, I don’t remember. I was starving and it was huge. I ate it, and it was the hottest goddamn thing that I have ever had in my mouth. I swallowed it and I remember steam escaping out of my nose and ears. I cried out for water, but instead of words, fire came out, and I accidentally burned down the event. I’ve been able to breathe fire ever since,” the man shoved a hand through his hair until it fell over half his face.

“Hahaha that’s awesome!” Kid exclaimed, laughing. Heat blushed even more, red coloring up his pale complexion. Killer called him to the middle, it was his turn to pick a victim. The game wore on for several minutes before a crew member picked on the Witch.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

Everyone oooooh’d, Kid narrowed his eyes. “Have you ever regretted killing anyone?”

(Y/N) brought a hand to her chin, musing for a moment. “No. Every person I’ve killed has deserved it. I do regret torturing sailors when I was on Thriller Bark because I was forced into doing so by Gecko Moira. But as far as people I’ve killed, every person has been an enemy of the Straw Hats or was a Marine. So no, I don’t have any regrets about those I’ve killed.” The crew nodded in approval and Kid lifted his drink to her, taking a swig. Taking one herself, she got up in the center, looking for her victim. Her eyes zeroed in on Kid, and he internally winced.

“Truth or Dare Kid.”

“Dare, obviously”

“Hmmmm, I dare you to…..make me my own fur coat, yours is hella cozy.”

Killer popped up, “I made the coat! He can’t sew for shit, so I’ll do it. Do a new Dare!” Kid snarled at him, but (Y/N) was laughing.

“Ok ok ok. Kid, I dare you to…say one nice thing to each of your crew.” Kid groaned out loud, but the men started cheering him on. Getting up, he walked up to each man and gave them a compliment. He hated every minute of it, but he did have a sense of relief, seeing his men beaming at him for each compliment he gave out. That wasn’t too bad, he thought. As he went back to his seat, Killer pointed at the center stage. Groaning again, Kid stood in the middle, draining his drink.

“(Y/N) Truth or Dare.”

“What?! I was just up there!”

“Do it” the crew chanted.

“Fine Dare.”

The redhead smirked, “I dare you to be my drink wench for the rest of the night. I need a refill now,” he let his glass dangle on his pinky. She rolled her eyes, walking up and taking his glass, refilling it. The crew and Witch played many rounds of the game, she dutifully refilled Kid’s glass at least three more times before she was called on again.

“Truth or Dare?” called out a pirated named Boogie.

“Dare”

“I dare you to give us a show, sing for us!” the crew began banging hands on the deck.

To her credit, (Y/N) put on a show, clearly enjoying singing, her voice was playful as she changed her tone and pitch during the first few songs. Sometimes she sang with a husky voice, evoking a sense of lustiness during the songs. She danced along the beat shaking her hips, Kid ate her up with his eyes. She met his eyes during a verse, singing:

You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

Her voice sounded lusty; Kid’s mouth was drier than a desert island. She spun around dancing on stage, continuing the song, the crew cheering and whooping. She locked eyes with him again as she sang on:

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater You make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it you’re my kind of man Why do the good girls always want the bad boys

She winked playfully at him as she sang that line. He was losing his grip. Smirking at her, he held up his empty cup. As the song ended, he told Killer to take over the set, (Y/N) made her way to him and refilled their glasses. “You’re not a bad singer,” he nodded at her.

“Aww I’m glad I finally got my compliment,” she giggled at him. He looked at her confused for a moment.

“Your dare was to compliment everyone on my crew – or are you considering yourself one of us now?” he smirked. She opened her mouth to retort, but then closed it again, realizing his words.

“Fair enough” she shrugged.

“I was serious though, didn’t expect that from you.”

“I’m full of wonderful surprises.”

“I look forward to discovering them all,” he responded, taking another large swig. They both blushed at his words. “You look good in red,” he spoke into the glass. It was the truth, the halter top she wore made his eyes zero in on her breasts, her ass looked amazing in the leather pants. Flipping her hair off to the side, she thanked him, cheeks fully flushed. She took another sip of her rum when he looked into her eyes. “Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) gulped, “we’re still playing?”

“I am.”

“Truth.”

“Who is the most attractive person on this ship?”

“Easy, me.” Kid rolled his eyes at her.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to take me somewhere nice.”

“Right now?”

“Surprise me.”

He closed his eyes thinking. “Ok, it won’t be now then. Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) drained her glass, “Dare.”

“I dare you to do the first thing that pops into your mind right now.” She hiccupped, eyes growing wide.

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Her face and neck turned red, “I just can’t.” He looked her over before taking her to the rum barrels, topping of their glasses one last time. Kid looked back, his crew were entirely engrossed in the show Killer was putting on, so he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and led her to the Crow’s Nest, which was thankfully empty. He let her climb up first, he wanted the excuse to look at her ass as she shimmied up the ladder. They shut the door behind them and they sat together on the red velvet bench.

“Is this better?” She nodded shyly, eyes on the floor. “Ok then, you have a Dare to fulfill.” She took a tiny sip of her drink before putting the glass down on the floor. Kid held on to his glass with a death grip. He watched as she took a deep breath in and exhaled. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me,” he snickered.

“Shut up!” she cried, twisting her hair. She dropped the strand, putting all her weight on her hands that had gripped the seat, she leaned forward and kissed Kid, pressing her soft lips against his. He kissed her back, licking her lower lip with his tongue, he parted her lips and explored her mouth. They made out for a few minutes before she pulled back, lightly panting, she pulled up her glass and took another swig. Looking back at him, his lipstick was smeared slightly, and she wiped her face with the back of her hand, noting the stains that came off on her hand. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“How often do you sleep around?” she asked shyly. Kid blinked.

“Uhm, I don’t exactly keep track. If the mood strikes, I might act on it. I don’t always though. Why?”

“Just playing the game,” she muttered.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Are you single?” he took a drink.

“Yes.” She took a drink as well. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Tell me the truth, what do you think of me?”

Kid took a breath, “I don’t know what to make of you sometimes. You’re talented, strong, and fucking gorgeous, but sometimes you’re completely antisocial and I’m left wondering if you even like being here.”

“I don’t hate being here, but I do miss my crew. They were my friends and we got forced apart in the most violent of ways. I miss our adventures and all, but I know that we all must get stronger if we’re going to survive the New World. I like your crew; heh I even like you. Just trying to make sure I stay in my lane.”

“Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, draining her glass. “God how are we still playing this game? Dare.”

His eyes were dark, “I dare you to kiss me again.”

She let out a tiny gasp, turning red again. “I don’t know about th—” he cut her off.

“You chose dare, now face the consequences.”

She let out a whine, standing up and pacing. He leaned back against the bench, legs spread open, arms hanging on the back. Maybe the liquor had finally gone to his head, or maybe he was just desperate to see what she would do, but he was not backing down from this. Finally, she took a tentative step towards him, then another, finally walking up straight to him. She sat on his thigh and leaned in, kissing him again, she took one arm and hooked it around his neck and used her other hand to trail her fingers over his muscular arms and chest. Kid angled his head so he could deepen the kiss, his hand was still holding his glass. He tossed it across the room and gripped (Y/N)'s waist, pulling her legs over so she was straddling his hips.

As they continued kissing, his hands trailed over her body, lightly touching her; she did the same to him, both hands tracing the lines of his abs and pecs. He brought a hand down, cupping her ass, and she sighed into him. “More,” she whispered. He took his other hand and squeezed her breast. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as she began panting. She could feel him hardening underneath her and she made no motions to get off. She pressed her pelvis down against him, earning a growl from the large man, who moved his head and bit down on her neck. She let out a small shriek. He bit down again, licking the tender spot. He finally let go and pulled back from her, his lipstick had stained her neck and jaw.

“Take your top off,” he commanded. She did as she was told, and he watched her large breasts bounce freely when the top was thrown off. He had one hand still on her waist, and he gripped her tightly, enjoying the way his hands looked digging into her flesh. He pulled her forward, taking one breast into his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, pinching, and teasing the other with his free hand. She let out tiny gasps and pants that drove him wild, biting and sucking more intensely. She began to ground her pelvis on his erection, and he growled at her, eyes closing at the sensation as it gripped his body. He let her do this a few times before picking her up and pushing her in his former position. Now that she was seated, he leaned her backwards and began tugging her pants off.

Underneath she wore a pair of maroon panties that hugged her ass cheeks. His fingers dug into the materials, softly rubbing her at her entrance. Her panting was louder now, she even gave off a few delicious sounding moans, the material quickly soaking under his touch. He let out a guttural growl as he pushed the material aside and licked up her slit, her juices flowed freely on his tongue as he lapped her up. His tongue was restless, dragging along her clitoris when he trailed upwards, and thrusting inside her core when he travelled downwards. Her moaning become insistent and louder, her fingers scraping against his scalp as she tugged on his hair, trying to pull him closer inside of her. He continued with tonguing her delicious pussy. He began to feel her walls clenching on him, and he pulled his tongue out, replacing it with his fingers.

He pumped two of them in and out of her, his mouth finding her nipple again, he sucked on that while he fingered her quickly. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, her walls clenched over his fingers and he felt her pulsate as the orgasm washed over her. She let out a wail of moans as she rutted against his fingers. When she was done, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth. She lapped herself up, and his mouth found hers, tongue fighting against hers to take back some of her taste to his mouth. (Y/N)’s fingers started tugging on his pants, and wasting no time, he yanked them down to his ankles.

His cock sprang forward, no longer being held down by constraints, and she eyed it hungrily. He was massive, and she gulped, wondering if he would even fit inside her. She ran her fingers over his tip, slowly running them down his length, his cock bobbed from the contact, his hips lightly thrusted forward. She gripped him and began to slowly pump him, her eyes locked on to his cock not letting it leave her sight. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth and he gasped, enjoying the feeling of her hot little mouth on his tip. He thrusted in her, burying himself down her throat as she ran her tongue on his underside. She took him in and out, her hand palming his base as she lowered her lips to meet her hand and then pull back. The sensation made his legs feel like jelly, but Kid stood there taking it, watching the Witch take him with her mouth as he growled in pleasure.

He let (Y/N) have her way with him before he pulled out, pumping himself a few times, he lowered his body down, looking in her eyes. “Please, I need you,” she whispered to him, irises blown up, lust in her voice. He nodded and he pulled her forward by her hips. He lined his cock up to her entrance and he entered her slowly. He gasped at the sensation, her wetness let him slide in with ease and he could feel her pussy stretching around his cock, allowing him in deeper. Kid was no stranger to sex but this was different. He felt fucking fantastic as he watched his cock slowly slide into (Y/N), her face was scrunched up in pleasure, moaning as he slid his cock deeper inside her, inch by delicious inch. He was dumbstruck, impressed with her ability to take him in completely, his length disappearing into her tight hole. He let out his own pants and groans, his cock stuffed inside her, his balls began to lightly slap against her ass as he began thrusting in and out of her, at a comfortable pace for them both.

(Y/N)'s eyes were half closed, hands gripping his shoulders as he continued rutting against her. She let out tiny pleas of “yes, more, faster” as he followed her wishes. He could feel her orgasm building as his tip rubbed against a spongey spot inside of her and that was when she got wild. She let out little screams of pleasure as he rubbed against the spot, nails digging into his shoulder and back. He started thrusting faster, her walls clenching his cock as he moved in and out. He started losing rhythm as his thrusting became bucking into her. He could feel his cock hitting her cervix as it bounced off, but he couldn’t stop. “Fuck fuck I’m gonna come,” she cried into his chest.

“Yes (Y/N), come for me. Cream all over my cock - I want to shoot a load in you,” he panted over her. That made her wail yes over and over as her orgasm rocked her. She clenched her pussy around his cock as the waves crashed over her, biting his neck, squealing into him, she shuddered throughout it. That made him drive straight off the edge, he felt the heat buildup in his tip and then he was coming inside of her, letting out a primal groan. He overfilled her, cum dripping out as he kept thrusting into her, pooling into a puddle on the floor, beads soaking into the bench fabric. She tightened her hold on him, legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a final cry of pleasure, resting her head against his heaving chest. He rutted against her a few more times, catching his breath, finished spilling his seed inside of her, he stilled holding her body against his tightly. He breathed into her hair, closing his eyes trying to steady his heart. She held on equally as tightly. His cock began to soften and he pulled out. Before he could pull his pants up, she gripped his cock. Without a word, she lapped up their combined juices off his length, her tongue flicking his slit, she licked it clean, finally letting go. He pulled his pants up. She quickly pulled on her own clothes.

They both collapsed into the bench, his arm around her shoulder, both heads laying against the headrest as they steadied their breathing. They sat in silence for a while before Kid lifted his head, “I wonder if they’re still out there.” (Y/N) shrugged, not moving. Turning his face to hers, he kissed her again. “I wasn’t expecting the night to end like this, but I’m glad nonetheless,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek trailing it down to her lips. She nodded against him, sucked in his bottom lip between her own, not wanting to let go. He chuckled against her, thumbing her cheek. “Don’t get greedy, we have plenty of time together.” She huffed at him and he chuckled again, he wasn’t used to her acting this cute.

They spent time together in the Crow’s Nest talking for a few hours, waiting for the last pirate to clear from the deck before they climbed down the hatch. He dropped her off at her door, giving her a goodnight kiss, well embrace since she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kid was left wanting more as she closed the door, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t go to his room, he might never leave her side again. He headed towards his cabin, before he could enter, he saw Killer pop his head out of his room, giving him a thumbs up/down motion. Kid rolled his eyes and gave Killer his middle finger, slamming his door shut.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

[gainprincess]

"I waaaant Siegfrrrriiieeeeedddddddddd."

She's stopped denying it after the events of Traum.

Now she's just hyper-clingy.