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inconsistency anon back after *coughs harshly* nearly 2 years
guess i live up to my anon name LMAO. but fr tho, it was mainly due to my interest in op being put on the background for a bit cause of other interests of mine
uuuhhhhhh, i mainly wanted to talk about wire w a vampire s/o. i can see this being a fantasy au, where vampires are their own species n whatnot
he prolly meets a vampire at some point when him n the rest of the kid pirates are at sea, as i feel like its inevitable to meet different species when ur constantly traveling from country to country. he likely met them on some gloomy island, one thats a bit off to the side from the main land. this island likely has a higher population of vampires when compared to other countries n islands due to it having properties that make it much safer for vampires to exist
uummmm. idk where the rest of my thoughts went im ngl. just…. vampire x wire <3
Welcome back =3
Oh yeah, I can see it!
In a fantasy AU like that, I'd actually expect most of Kid's crew to be a random collection of species that are often outcasts in human societies. The crew has always been a kind of "outcasts of the outcasts" kind of vibe to me, so creatures who didn't even fit well in the creature villages they had grown up in.
Plus, I mean, Werewolf suits Kid so well (even if I have written him as a Vampire XD ) >.> Selkie!Killer whose coat is what is draped over Kid's shoulders. Feels safer having it there. Wears the mask instead.
But I could see Wire being one of like, maybe 3 humans on the crew, and someone always mistakes him for a undead of some kind, or a golem 😅ends up with an undead (vampire) s/o and that doesn't help him beat the allegations.
Which of the main 4 do you think would be the most likely to become a yandere? I can definitely see all of them being one, but its hard to pick whos most likely.
Hmmm... that's a tough question, honestly.
I'd have to say Killer.
There's just a kind of stress I think he carries on his shoulders that puts him under more pressure than the others. All four definitely make find yandere candidates, but I feel like Killer would be the most likely to just crack and fall into it.
Heat a close second, though where Killer would be more of a Lock You In a Tower and Keep You SAFE, Heat just wants to keep you close for cuddles. Lots of pillows in your cage, lots of pets, etc. Very soft, but still quiet inescapable.
Killer would be ready and willing to break your legs so you stay put in the Safe Tower. I just feel like he'd break hard.
Now, the boys in a Yandere AU where they're all yan, is different vibes, but if we're talking canon-wise, that's my two cents =3
For anyone who missed the memo, I've scrapped the original, and am redoing Passing Fascination from the top.
Scheduled: Updates the 11th of the month!
Summary: Your village sold you out to try and save their own hides and it didn't work. Now you're Captain Eustass Kid's favorite squeaky toy, and it's not so bad, compared to the villagers' fates.
You need to bounce before this fascination passes, or you're likely to end on the auction block yourself.
CW: non con, casual murder, forced exposure, forced exhibitionism, very rough oral, anal, double penetration, group sex, bondage, impact play, breath play, pet play, yandere, abuse, coercion, violence, degradation, no one is nice not even reader, dead dove, I keep using the word play, but Kid is not playing around, minors dni 18+ only!
A day late, and after a month's break, but here we go again 😎
Chapter 5: Taking the Piss
When you wake up in the morning you feel sore. Waking up sore isn’t foreign to you, since your usual bed was pretty much shit, but it’s weird the ways you’re sore.
Your back doesn’t hurt, but your hips are stiff and ache. You can feel a few small bruises in odd places, and considering everything you’d gone through the last 48 hours or whatever, it’s kind of amazing you aren’t just covered in bruises.
You aren’t caught up in Kid’s arms or anything, but he’s not that far away, still sleeping soundly. Shifting around and sitting up, you look around the room, and realize there’s no windows in his room, but you get the sense it’s night time. There’s just something extra quiet about the ship, and you can’t imagine people are awake right now.
Of course, that’s assuming the crew is most active during the day in the first place.
Kid had been pretty clear about the rules you had going for you so far. You didn’t think you’d get in trouble for getting out of bed without permission, but you were certain you’d be in trouble if you left whatever room Kid put you in without permission. You’re basically a dog at this point, since it was so important for you to obey, but it almost felt like a step up.
Nothing about your situation was ideal, but there was no duplicity. No one was throwing rocks through your window at the crack of dawn. No one was ruining all your attempts at gardening and then shoving your face in the mud when you dug through trash for food.
Orgasms felt a hell of a lot better than being kicked by the villagers.
Not that any of that changes your plans to leave the ship, but it might be worth it to at least put on a few pounds and rest before you try. You’re pretty sure that Kid would give an impressive chase, and you’d need the stamina to stay ahead of him. No one else on the crew had a devil fruit as far as you could tell, so you needed to be able to out swim the bigger guys if you were going to just jump overboard.
You weren’t in shape enough for either of those options.
Musing about your future plans was quiet work, but as time marched on, Kid didn’t wake. Which wouldn’t have been much of an issue, except you needed to pee. It was hard to say how much time had passed since you woke up, but the real issue was, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it.
Coming around to the side of the bed Kid was closer to, you stood there for a moment and wondered what was the best way to go about waking him up. If you shook him he might snap your wrist like glass before he’s fully awake.
You don’t even know what to call him. Eustass “Captain” Kid seems to be called Boss by most of the crew as far as you can tell, but you don’t know what you’re meant to call him. You didn’t want to call him Kid or Boss or whatever and end up getting a grouchy glare leveled at you before a reprimand.
And you didn’t want to call him Master. Debra had tried to make you call her cousin that. It was a two year long endeavor on her part, and you still have no idea why, but it was one of the worst little projects she’d decided for you.
“..Woof.”
You swear you see him twitch, almost like he’s trying not to laugh. If you’re a pet, then you’ll be a pet. He calls you a bug, but you can’t make bug noises, so this is what he gets.
“Arf! Arf!” It’s easier to put some volume behind this sound. It’s more small dog anyway, so hopefully it’ll work in your favor. Pouncing your hands onto the edge of the mattress you do it again. “Arf arf arf!”
Eustass throws a pillow at you. The pillow and the throw have enough behind them to knock you to the floor, but with your arms around the pillow it’s not a hard crash. You grunt and grumble a little as you collect yourself, and Kid’s at least up and looking at you.
“The fuck has you barking?” He questions, sleep and irritation in his voice.
“Gotta pee.”
“Hold it.”
“Held it for hours.” You reply without thinking. Kid’s deep amber eyes glare at you, and you flinch, but it’s not like you’re lying.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, but he’s already sitting up.
“It’s… uncomfortable, but it’s not painful.”
Grabbing something off the nightstand, he comes over to you. “Sit.”
You consider sitting on the pillow for a split second, but instead just get down and sit on your knees.
“Close,” he says, tapping his foot in front of your knees. “I should always be able to put my foot between your knees.” You adjust your position even as he’s speaking, and his big hand ruffles your hair for a moment before he grabs a fist full of it and pulls your head back.
Kid puts a dingy collar around your neck, clipping a lead onto it.
“Piss me off, and you’ll crawl everywhere.” He explains, even as he effortlessly pull you up onto your feet. “Behave and I might give you something to wear when we dock.”
Kid doesn’t have to give your lead a tug, when he turns and starts walking, you follow after him. Part of you doesn’t really want to leave the room when you’re naked like this, but the whole crew saw plenty of you already. It would be silly, and dangerous, to decide to be shy now.
“No one touches you without my say,” Kid says as you walk the long hall to the deck. “Except Killer. You ain’t big enough to stop anyone though, so you fight back and take a beating, cause I won’t believe your fucking word over my crew. Got it, Bug?”
“Yeah…” Your throat’s a little dry at how matter of fact he set that all at your feet, but there’s an odd comfort in knowing your situation. There’s no guess work to do when he lays it all out like that.
Kid pushes open the door to the deck, stepping out into the muted light of an early morning. It was definitely night when you woke up, as it’s just barely morning right now.
“Ah, Bubs, you’re up. Perfect.” Kid hums, tugging you forward by your leash. “My new bitch needs ta’ piss.”
There’s a second of blank confusion on the man’s face, and yours, you’re sure, and then his face lights up. You remember him from when he settled down between Debra’s thighs, the wavy blue hair is hard to forget.
Your stomach knots when he lays down on the deck.
“Uh…”
“Bubblegum likes drinking piss,” Kid says, shoving you as gently as you think he can muster towards the man laying on the deck. “He deserves a reward, and you need ta piss.”
Several thoughts pass through your mind, but fortunately none of them leave your mouth. Starting a day off with disobedience would not go well for you in the long run, so even though you absolutely do not want to pee in some random man’s mouth, you don’t have any other option. You hope that neutral obedience is sufficient, and you don’t need to be happy about this.
Standing over Bubblegum’s face, you crouch down, hands on your knees to steady yourself. He looks absolutely delighted, mouth wide and face. You just hope this isn’t some tit for tat kind of deal, because you do not enjoy drinking piss.
It takes you a few seconds. Even with as bad as you needed to go earlier, all the eyes on you make you shy, but the desire to keep Kid happy is strong enough you manage to get your bladder to let go.
There’s some cheers from the crew that happen to be around, and you try to block them out so you can focus on getting this over and done with. You don’t want to stop prematurely and end up needing to go again too soon after.
When the stream stops a shiver runs through you, though you don’t know if it’s because you practically forced your bladder empty, or because you’re being watched.
“Clean ‘er up, Bubs.” Kid says with a yawn, and Bubblegum grabs you and pulls you down onto his face entirely. You yelp from the speed of his action, hands smacked into his forehead before you manage to steady yourself again.
There’s no escaping the tongue between your thighs, blood rushing through you as he does far more than just clean you up.
“N-no, wait,” the words shiver from your lips as the skilled tongue buried in your cunt seems intent to make you orgasm. You keep trying to get up, but it’s impossible to escape. Kid wasn’t lying when he said you didn’t have the strength to fend someone off.
“P-please,” you look up at Kid with your hands clasped. You can’t beg him to stop something he’s obviously allowing, so you try a different route. “Please, I’m sorry-ah!-I only want to c-cum for you, please.”
It wasn’t difficult to look desperate, and you hoped the desperation would ease the small lie buried in your words. You didn’t care how or when you orgasmed, mostly. You just didn’t want your brain to start associating peeing with orgasming, or vice versus.
You aren’t surprised by the smack across your cheek, but you are surprised that it came from someone else. Because your eyes were on Kid, you never saw anyone else nearby. Killer was towering over you, and you knew the sting on your cheek was because he hit you exactly as hard as he meant to.
There’s a few seconds where the only sound is Bubblegum enjoying your pussy. The sting from the slap gave you a momentary reprieve, but your hands are over your mouth, trying to muffle the moan you can’t suppress in the silence on the deck.
Kid pulls you back by your leash, Bubblegum bracing the small of your back and forcing you into an arc, keeping your cunt against his mouth despite your new position. The shift pulls your hands away from your face, and the gasp of surprise is replaced quickly by a heady moan. Your hips shift on their own, grinding into Bubblegum’s face at the desperate anticipation of release.
“You’ll cum cause that’s what I want,” Kid says, emphasizing his desire for it by teasing your nipple. “Whether it’s cause ‘ah me directly or not, it’ll still be ‘cause I want it. You got that?”
You nod. “Yes.”
“Yeah?” The grin on his face is scary, and the fear is enhancing your arousal in uncomfortable ways.
You keep nodding. “Yeah.”
He bends you back a little further, twisting your nipple harshly. “Say ‘Yes, Master’.”
You can feel your face heat up immediately, tears flooding your eyes in a mix of anger and shame. You didn’t want to, even less than being on this ship in the first place, you did not want to address him or anyone that way.
But you had decided at the start of this to obey. It would be useless to change gears now. You needed trust to be able to escape, and there was only one way to get it. Debra’s pride got her killed, thrown overboard after all she endured, you weren’t going to be that foolish.
“Yes, Master, I understand.” You blubber the words, doing your best to force them to be clear, despite your own emotions screwing up your face while you say it.
“Good.” Kid grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. He watches you for a minute, clicking his tongue when you look away from him, and smiling when the sound makes you look back at him. The pleasure coils inside you while he holds you like this, keeping you locked in the same position as Bubblegum rushes you to the edge.
Kid releases your face, his hand in your hair, holding you tightly. “Cum.”
The single word is awful. You hate the sound of it. There wasn’t anything you could’ve done to avoid the orgasm, but the command from him makes it rip through you in a sudden rush that almost hurts. You grimace against the pleasure of it, gasping when Bubblegum sucks on your clit in the midst of the orgasm.
Kid spits into your open mouth, sticking his finger in after it, rubbing his spit and finger against your tongue.
“Suck,” the second command pisses you off just as much as the first, but you wrap your lips around his finger and suck, rolling your tongue against the digit. “Not bad for a mutt, Bug.”
Kid pulls you off Bubblegum with such ease it’s a little disorienting. He sets you on your feet, patting your shoulder softly.
“Sit.” You realize it’s less the commands directly, and more the way he’s saying them. It was one thing to pretend to be the captain’s “pet”, it was another thing for him to treat you exactly like one. You doubt your barking earlier actually had anything to do with how he’s treating you.
There’s little else for you to do, however, so you sit down on your knees, spreading them open once you’re settled. Kid doesn’t praise you with words again, ruffling your hair with his hand instead. It feels a little disappointing, but you also feel irritated that it feels disappointing in the first place.
He hands your leash over to Killer.
“Giver ‘er a treat, and a meal.” He says with another yawn. “Watch her while I get some shut eye.”
Killer nods, giving your leash a tug so you follow after him. It's not a long walk to the mess hall, and it's not long after that when you learn what your treat is.
Leaning against a table, Killer taps his cock against your lips.
"Open," he commands. It's a single word like Kid used with you, but there's too much heat in his voice to have the same edge Kid was using earlier. You knew you were gonna be fair game for the crew, and Kid told you about Killer before he let you pee, so there's no way to get out of this.
Reaching out to take his cock in hand, he pulls you back, batting your hands aside. It isn't a cruel swat, but it stings.
"No. Just open your mouth. Hands behind your back, and I'm going to give you a treat."
Closing your eyes you open your mouth, expecting he's going to piss in it. You might not be able to say no, but you shouldn't have to risk getting piss in your eyes.
His tip settles against your tongue, and he eases into your mouth.
"Eyes open, look at me." He commands, the husky sound back in his voice.
You do as he commands, and the second you look up at him he shoves his cock down your throat. He holds you there for a minute, reminding you to keep looking at him whenever your eyes trail away.
Both of his hands are on your head, and he holds you in place for a long moment before he’s pulling out of your mouth slowly, pushing back in just as slow. He's making you feel every inch of him, and he's enjoying every twitch and spasm of your throat. You might not need to struggle to breathe, but your gag reflex is getting the shit kicked out of it.
When someone goes fast, or holds you in place, you can adjust, or it's just over so fast it's not so bad. But Killer is forcing you to gag without being able to adjust to it, and it's practically non-stop. The only reason you haven't hurled is because you've been running on empty for a while.
After a few agonizing minutes, your body seems to be giving up. As though it's learning that the reflex isn't doing any good. You don't know how much time has passed since Killer started, but long after you stopped shuddering and gagging, he's still slowly fucking your face. The tears won't seem to stop, but once your gagging subsided you realized you could breathe around his cock once he backed off a little.
You didn’t need to breathe to breathe, but breathing in and out was still more effective for you, so there was an odd relief in being able to draw breath.
"Not bad, pup," Killer's praise feels harder won than Kid's. He's still slow-fucking your face, and a couple minutes after his laconic praise he pulls back until he's almost completely out of your mouth. Rutting his tip against your tongue, his fingers tighten in your hair.
"Don't swallow," he warns. "You keep your mouth open until I tell you."
You feel your body flinch when he cums into your mouth. The desire to swallow is powerful, but you force yourself to choke on it, instead of giving into it. He cups your face with one hand, milking himself into your mouth with his other hand.
"Hold it on your tongue just like that until I come back." He orders and you almost want to cry. It's bitter against your tongue, and you just want this stupid treat business to be done.
Killer walks away, and other crew members come into the mess hall. There you are, a couple feet from the table, sat with your knees spread, and Killer's cum in your mouth.
"Awww, pretty pussy got a treat?" You recognize Quincy as she bends low to look at you. The smile on her face is friendly enough, but there’s something behind the expression that makes you nervous.
"Leave her be," Killer says from somewhere you can't see. "She's still being trained."
Quincy straightens up. "Oh darn. I wanted to give her a kiss."
"No."
"Humph." Quincy pouts, but steps away.
Even though they give you some space, you can feel the eyes of the others on you. Some of their murmuring comments are even about you, you're sure. Though they all sound positive, not snide and jeering like you're used to.
Killer comes back over, setting a plate and a bowl on the table before holding your face and looking in your mouth.
"Good job." He says it clinically. "Now swallow your treat."
Cold, foamy, coated all in your mouth, you knew spitting it out was never going to be an option. You wanted to swallow it when he first came in your mouth, to get it over with, but now the flavor was going to linger all through your meal. It wasn't the most disgusting thing you think you've swallowed, but it certainly wasn't the best.
"Thank you," you manage to say the words without any disgust.
You can feel Killer staring holes through you, but he doesn't say anything for a long moment. He sets a bowl on the floor and sits down.
"Face down, ass in the air." He instructs. "No matter what."
Well, that's enough to be unsettling, but you're far too hungry to argue. You were hungry yesterday, and the scent wafting up from the bowl was too good to resist. No sense in asking for utensils, the position you needed to be in meant you were going to eat like a dog.
And after the first bite you didn't care. The food was incredibly delicious. You felt even hungrier than you had a few moments before and had to force yourself to slow down.
Meat, minced veggies, rice and seasoning. It was better than anything you'd ever eaten before. Dogs on this pirate ship ate better than you had in a village full of supposed good people. It was the first time since this all began that you considered just staying. The food was really really, but you wanted to be able to live on your own, it’s all you’d been trying to do all your life.
You were nearly done with your food when Killer's hand came to rest on the curve of your ass. Staying still you tried to distract yourself with another bite as he eases his finger into your pussy. You're still wet from being forced to cum earlier, so there's no resistance. Being fingered while you ate wasn't as bad as having to pee into someone's mouth, but one day you might sit down for a meal again.
It was a little difficult to ignore him when his pussy-slicked fingers started pushing into your ass.
Who in the kid pirates doyou think goes the hardest for ren faire/ cosplay conventions in a modern au?
Hmmm....
I feel like they all get into it, especially when they learn/realize that there's a subset of PIRATES at most Ren Faires.
BUT
I think it's Quincy. Followed closely behind by Compo, and they both tend to prioritize Dive, if you think she's a kid, or they're supported by Dive if you think she's just a short menace.
KillerxReader, modern au snippet, sfw, vaping, references to smoking, shotgunning, reader has chronic pain, crappy housing, written directly into tumblr bc I'm feeling weirdly mushy during this heatwave. Extremely extremely selfship coded, a second person invitation into mine more than anything.
"Feel like being sweet to me?"
Killer turns from the desk at your question, pale hair so wild in the heat you still can't see where he is on his wikipedia dive.
"Hm?" He hums in answer, voice thick and sleepy with warmth, skin ambiently flushed beneath boxers and a tank top, fingers still poised on his chin from where his handsome face rested in his hand.
The curtains are drawn, dimming the room but only keeping out a little of the over excited sun. Thirty two celcius and your only guard against melting is a floor fan, four foot high and diligently sweeping the room in its old age. The sound of it drones softly over an equally old speaker playing Bloody Dead and Sexy at ten percent volume, a gentle, familiar lullaby soothing over you where you lay sprawled on the bed in your underwear, too warm to get a hot water bottle for your screaming spine.
"Refill this for me?" You ask sweetly, holding out your vape as far as you can without moving, "finally got comfy."
It's plucked from your outstretched hand with a huff, "should've checked how much you had before you laid down," Killer chastises lightly, scanning your messy, shared desk for the bottle of juice.
"Yeah well," you stretch out without finishing the thought, a groan of pain slipping past your lips as it tugs harshly on the stubborn knot of discomfort in your lower back. Killer glances back in alarm and you wave away the fuss with a grin. It's been years and he still checks every time.
"Whatcha reading about anyway, handsome?" You coo instead, eyes trained on the way his large hands delicately open the cap.
"Power tools"
You wait for Killer to elaborate, squinting to watch the motion of his hands. He's watched you do the same a hundred times and goes through the motions easily.
Poking the nozzle of the bottle into the open cap before tilting the it half upsidown. The juice drips like hot syrup into the pod between his fingers. Just viscous enough to catch. Gold tinted and glycerine. He fills it only halfway without having to be reminded that any more and the need for air makes it leak.
Killer thumbs over the cap to close it before clicking the pod back into place. He hums then, raising the vape to his lips to take a slow experimental drag and you find yourself laughing silently at his noise of disgust as he exhales again quickly.
"I prefer when you smoke," he complains idly, pulling a face at the sweetness, broad tounge stretched out like he can wipe away the flavour by flexing it.
"'cause you like stealing a drag off a cig more?" You snicker, teasing, "or 'cause you feel sexy lighting it for me?"
"Both." Killer answers bluntly, taking another experimental drag and reacting the same.
"This shit tastes awful."
"Well tough shit," you snort, "landlord can't get up my arse for using it inside, and I can't burn myself with it when I'm tired."
"You can still shotgun it though."
Killer grumbles in acquiescence to the practicality, moving to hand it back when you speak again.
He pauses, the fan ruffling his hair and teasing a glimpse of his eyes, three point, ice blue gaze now fixed on the vape with a look of consideration.
Sitting up, Killer presses the mouthpiece between his lips, plastic clicking softly against his piercing. His thumb holds down the button as he inhales slowly, a soft, electronic hiss joining the ambient hum of the fan.
You swipe your tongue over your lips as you part them invitingly, eyes fixed on the way his long body stretches out in the small space between you and the desk. His elbow dips the mattress beside your shoulder as he looms over you, other hand boxing in your head.
Killer's lips cover your own at last, and you moan softly in your throat as you breath in sharp, sweet, chemical cherry mist, mellowed by the warm taste of his tongue as he dips it languidly into your mouth. Your lungs fill with cool nicotine, making your head buzz between your eyes, the momentary lack of oxygen leaving you lightheaded and gently, blissfully dizzy as Killer pulls away slowly.
Shrouded by the gold curtain of his hair, you blink lazily up at him, eyes half lidded, matching his, exhaling a hazy cloud between your flushed faces. The heat is nearly unbearable this close. Sticky and salty from the sweat beading on your shared skin, sweet from the vape, and almost indecent in it's humid intimacy.
"So?" You prompt, breathless, grinning, and Killer hums in thought as he catches his own.
"I can suffer the taste for that." He concedes lowly, leaning down once more to kiss you properly. You revel silently in the proximity, even as your bodies protest the warmth, yours crying out for the soothing breeze of the fan where Killer's body blocks it from your skin, spine aching to be repositioned.
You're panting and overheated when he finally pulls away, gulping down the cooler air with a lazy smile as you watch Killer's chest heave in turn. He grunts as he moves back to the desk, slumping back in the chair while your hand fumbles for the vape left on the sheets.
"Saeta" croons softly from the speaker as you languidly exhale another plume of candy sweet mist, eyes drifting closed to the white noise lullaby of the fan, and the sporadic click of Killer's finger on the mouse.
Had a funny thought, so im bringing it to you. Kid getting frustrated over something hes working on, so he takes a break so he doesnt blow his top. Finds poor unsuspecting s/o chilling laying down somewhere, and shoving his head into their shirt and laying on their chest. Heart beat very calming, darker because of the shirt, and also titties are there.
but im just thinking about how funny it'd look from an outside perspective since kid is such a big lad lol.
Something like this, yeah?
I always kind of figured that if you were gonna be Kid's partner, you needed to be sure you wore stretchy or baggy shirts XD
Cw: bondage, edging, punishment, cucking of some manner, 18+
The idea of Kid tying you to someone else, suspending you both off the ground.
Gagged, blindfolded, dangling from the ceiling with your legs tied open wide. Your back against her back, neither of you able to move much because you're both kind of anchoring the other.
It doesn't matter who she is, could be one of the crew, ready and willing to help the captain discipline his bratty lover. Could be a hooker from the current island, paid well for being there.
The who doesn't matter.
What matters is that you can hear her. The shivering, muffled whimpers, the tremble of her body as Eustass devours her in a noisy, sloppy manner.
The sounds from him are for you. You know what he can do with his mouth, you know what he's doing to her. You can feel your own greedy cunt clench with needy, desperate desire.
But this is your punishment for being a BRAT.
When he thrusts into her you can feel the impact, the entire rig moving to acomodate the action. The sweet sound she makes is not her playing it up, youve made that same sound and it is involuntary. It's Kid's own skill that forces that sound out of someone.
By the time her body is convulsing from the fourth orgasm, your own body is hot and shivering. You can feel yourself dripping. With your eyes covered the only thing you can picture is him doing all those things to you, and you can practically feel it.
By the time he steps in front of you, youre drooling, crying, and whining. When he removes the gag you're babbling your apologies for being such a brat, begging him to please, please just touch you. The heat and weight of his cock presses against you, and he pulls you closer, pushing that throbbing beast against your dripping slit and bringing you closer to an edge you've been riding since he hoisted the two of you up into the air.
"Remember this the next time you decide to push back like that, brat." He growls into your ear before walking away and leaving you there.
