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Passing Fascination - Current Chapter 5 - You thought your time with Eustass Kid was merely passing fascination, but the captain sees you differently.
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silly ask time. Who of the main would be the biggest handful/ little gremlin if they were to be de-aged and the others had to baby sit til it wears off? As much as i can see Kid just being awful to wrangle, i have no doubt that the other 3 would be just as bad as him lol.
Hmmm....
I like the idea that out of all of them Heat is the hardest to wrangle.
Not because he's a loud menace, but because he's a quiet one.
You turn your gaze away and he's gone like a set of keys. Sometimes gone with your set of keys. The softest of jingles from the keys might be the only reason you find him, it's hard to have control over so many keys when you're just a little kid.
I could easily see Eustass bellowing that he doesn't think they're babysitting Heat, it's gotta be the return of Chucky or some shit cause he's like a little ghost flitting here and there.
Heat's cute little child giggles are creepy as fuck only because you don't see him and hear him at the same time. So you get glimpses of what looks like the most morose ghost, and then you're hearing giggles bouncing off the walls.
The crew appreciates when Kid's the one that gets de-aged the next time, because it's much easier to know where he is. xD
'Playfully Begging for a Kiss' Headcanons - Kid Pirates, Marines
âHelp!â You shout, running over and collapsing into their arms. âItâs critical! Quickly! I needâŚa kiss!â
Kid: Itâs a 50-50 on whether heâll blush, depending on how off guard you caught him. (Heâs confident, but thereâs just something about you that makes him second-guess himself.) If heâs blushing, heâs more reluctantâheâll still kiss you, but it will be more chaste and quick. Heâll probably get mad at himself for hesitating, and then pull you into a second, more intent kiss. But if heâs drinking, celebrating, or in otherwise high spirits from the start, heâll hold you possessively and kiss you with tongue, an open-mouthed, assertive and claiming kiss.
Killer: âEh?â Tilts his mask down at you. âA kiss?â
âMhm. And quick, before I lose consciousnessâŚâ
âWe certainly canât have that,â he says, his tone amused.
He leans down and touches his mask to your face. You smooch his mask where his lips would be.
Killerâs powerful arms tighten around you fondly, and he stays like that for a second, enjoying the closeness.
(Only in the privacy of his own room, when youâre alone, would the mask come off.)
Wire: Secretly elated that you chose him, but he plays it off cool. âYouâre dying, huh?â
âThatâs right!â You place your palm to your head. âOh, the agony! The misery!â
Wire grins. âBeg me for it.â
âPleeaase,â you beg, batting your eyelashes. âPretty please, Wire?â
âThatâs my good Y/n,â he says, rewarding you with a heated kiss.
Heat: âUmâŚYou want it now?â he hesitates, much more shy than most of his crewmates.
âI need it now! Iâll die! Iâll wither!â you curl your fingers through the strings of his corset and tug slightly. âIt has to be from a handsome man with tattoos and sky-blue hair.â
âThatâs really specificâŚâ
âAck! Itâs happening! Iâm dying!â You rest all your weight in his arms, groaning and moaning in pain. âOhh⌠Need kisses⌠Wonât lastâŚâ
âOkay, okay.â He leans in to kiss you, but in his nervousness misses your lips, pecking your nose.
You giggle, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a proper kiss.
âThanks, Heat!â you singsong, slipping out of his arms and skipping away.
The kiss has stunned him in place, feeling his lips as he watches you disappear.
Koby: âW-W-What?â he says, a blush lighting up his face. Heâs holding you securely, but inwardly panicking because youâre in his arms.
âI need a kiss or Iâll die,â you reiterate, wrapping your arms around his neck. He reacts from head to toe, going stiff and wide-eyed in alarm.
Heâs the one who is going to die, he thinks. âYouâreâyouâre notâbut I!â he stammers.
âThe sea is fadingâŚI see a lightâŚâ You sag in his arms, closing your eyes.
âY/n! D-Donât do this to me! Hey!â he shouts. âI, IâŚ!â
âIf only I was so loved as to be kissedâŚâ you murmur weakly.
IF no one else is around, thatâs enough to do him in. Overcome with guilt at the idea you may not feel lovedâso long as you keep your eyes closedâheâll give you a very fast peck on the cheek, very close to the corner of your mouth like he wanted to kiss your lips but chickened out at the last second. Then heâll very carefully let you go so you support yourself, making sure youâre steady, before he runs in the opposite direction, steam coming off his head. He will not be able to look you in the eye for at least a week or two.
Smoker: Looks down at you. The change in his expression is very subtle, just the slightest tilt of his brow, but you can tell heâs amused.
âDonât I give you enough attention as it is?â he says.
ââŚNo?â You say, giving him a look. âObviously not.â
âThen I guess Iâm a bad partner.â
âYou might be, if you donât kiss me,â you smile.
He rolls his eyes, but when he kisses you itâs with a hand gently cradling the back of your head, his other hands holding his cigars away from your body.
Doll: âHmâŚI dunno,â she says. âComing off a little desperate.â
âOf course Iâm desperate! Itâs a matter of life and death!â you insist.
âOh, really?â
âReally! My head will explode! My guts will be everywhere! Itâll be horrible! Unless a beautiful woman kisses me!â
That makes her crack a smile. She glances aside. âAlright, alright. Come here.â
Doll kisses you only briefly, but itâs one that warm with her affection.
X Drake: His fight-or-flight response is triggered, and he freezes. The blush starts from his chest and goes up. He doesnât say anything, and you peek an eye open. Clearing your throat, you repeat yourself.
âIf someone doesnât kiss me, Iâll die! Terribly! Horridly!â
âBut,â X Drake finally says. âBut. ButâŚâ
âYouâre the only one who can save me, Drake!â you say dramatically.
He swallows, looking genuinely terrified by the prospect. âI, I mean⌠UmâŚâ
Youâve never seen him so out of his depth, but youâre determined to try and wrangle a kiss from him.
âI need it⌠Itâs gotta be you,â you say, looking up at him with those soul-piercing eyes. âI need you.â
He nearly passes out, his face beet red and eyes glazed over. When he gets his wits about him, heâll run away with a hurried apology of âIâm sorryâŚI canât!â over his shoulder.
Rosinante: Stares at you open-mouthed. You approached him in his own room, so the two of you are alone. You know him well enough to assume heâd never kiss you in front of the Family.
He leans you on one arm to support you, and with his other arm free, takes out his notepad, resting it on top of your head. Youâre the perfect height to use as a table, it seems.
âHey,â you protest.
He scribbles, which feels funny on your head, then holds the notepad out for you to see.
âWhat.â
âYou heard me.â You loll your head back against the crook of his elbow like supporting yourself suddenly got impossible. âI have a disease where if I donât get a kiss in the next ten seconds, Iâll wither away.â
Heâs quiet. You can spot the faintest blush creeping up his cheeks. You start counting down. When you get below five, you close your eyes.
âThreeâŚtwoâŚone.â You say. You can feel Rosinante moving, and your breath holds in your lungs. Will he reallyâŚ?
Softly, so softly and carefully, he presses his lips to yours. It feels like magic, ebbing between your lips. It lasts for a glorious few moments, and then itâs over.
Heâs looking away when you open your eyes. He gently pulls away his support, turning away. He wonât write to you for the rest of the night, withdrawing into himself, but he will hold your hand for as long as you two still have privacy.
Aokiji/Kuzan: âMy, my,â he says. âIâll never get my paperwork done with such a distraction.â
âYouâd rather do paperwork than kiss me?â you tease, knowing the answer.
âIf I kiss you, I wonât have it in me to face the paperwork again.â He touches your cheek with the crook of his finger, tracing down to your lips. âKissing you isnât motivatingâŚItâs all-consuming.â
âSo thatâs a no?â you say, looking as disappointed as you can.
âHmmâŚYouâre a bad influence, you know?â he says, angling you so he can kiss you properly.
Naturally he doesnât do any more paperwork for the day, just makes out with you in his office. If heâs not feeling too lazy he might even fuck you there, but most of the time heâll just pull you down for a nap with him.
Kizaru/Borsalino: âOhh?â he says, tilting his head. âNow whatâs this about?â
âItâs aboutâŚmy impending death,â you say weakly. âOnly a kiss can keep me aliveâŚHurryâŚâ
âAh, I see.â He takes off his glasses, pausing to wipe them when he notices a smudge. Then he puts them back on, looks down at you, remembers what he was doing, and takes off his glasses again.
âYou took too long. Iâm dead now,â you say, sticking your tongue out. âBlehâŚâ
âWell, thatâs a shame. I canât kiss a corpse, now can I?â He tries to set you down, but you lean your weight into him so he canât without dropping you.
âI changed my mind. Iâm alive,â you say quickly.
âThatâs what I figured,â he says, and kisses you.
Akainu/Sakazuki: Heâll actually do it without much fuss if the two of you are alone. The harsh lines of his face will soften when he looks down at you, a subtle show of adoration. Youâll be on his mind the rest of the day. Be warned; heâs the type to react more so in bed, recalling how cute and perfect you were with increasing force behind his movements.
Fujitora/Isshou: He chuckles, wondering why heâs still surprised by your antics, but delighted that he is so.
âMy,â he says, looking down at you fondly. âWhat an honor to be chosen for such an important mission.â He feels for your cheek with one hand, guiding himself down. For a moment he just pauses in front of your lips, fingers grazing the skin of your face like heâs committing it to memory. Then he kisses you sweetly.
Isshou is one of the few Marines who gives no fucks about doing this in front of people. Heâll kiss you in front of Sakazuki. He doesnât care, heâd much rather enjoy kissing you than keeping decorum.
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. justâŚ. 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 đ 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 đ
Chapter 5: Taking the Piss
When you wake up in the morning you feel sore. Waking up sore isnât foreign to you, since your usual bed was pretty much shit, but itâs weird the ways youâre sore.Â
Your back doesnât hurt, but your hips are stiff and ache. You can feel a few small bruises in odd places, and considering everything youâd gone through the last 48 hours or whatever, itâs kind of amazing you arenât just covered in bruises.
You arenât caught up in Kidâs arms or anything, but heâs not that far away, still sleeping soundly. Shifting around and sitting up, you look around the room, and realize thereâs no windows in his room, but you get the sense itâs night time. Thereâs just something extra quiet about the ship, and you canât imagine people are awake right now.
Of course, thatâs 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 didnât think youâd get in trouble for getting out of bed without permission, but you were certain youâd be in trouble if you left whatever room Kid put you in without permission. Youâre 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. Youâre pretty sure that Kid would give an impressive chase, and youâd 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 werenât in shape enough for either of those options.
Musing about your future plans was quiet work, but as time marched on, Kid didnât wake. Which wouldnât 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 werenât 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 heâs fully awake.
You donât even know what to call him. Eustass âCaptainâ Kid seems to be called Boss by most of the crew as far as you can tell, but you donât know what youâre meant to call him. You didnât want to call him Kid or Boss or whatever and end up getting a grouchy glare leveled at you before a reprimand.
And you didnât 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 sheâd decided for you.
â..Woof.â
You swear you see him twitch, almost like heâs trying not to laugh. If youâre a pet, then youâll be a pet. He calls you a bug, but you canât make bug noises, so this is what he gets.
âArf! Arf!â Itâs easier to put some volume behind this sound. Itâs more small dog anyway, so hopefully itâll work in your favor. Pouncing your hands onto the edge of the mattress you do it again. âArf arf arf!âÂ
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 itâs not a hard crash. You grunt and grumble a little as you collect yourself, and Kidâs at least up and looking at you.
âThe fuck has you barking?â He questions, sleep and irritation in his voice.
âGotta pee.â
âHold it.â
âHeld it for hours.â You reply without thinking. Kidâs deep amber eyes glare at you, and you flinch, but itâs not like youâre lying.Â
âDoes it hurt?â He asks, but heâs already sitting up.
âItâs⌠uncomfortable, but itâs not painful.â
Grabbing something off the nightstand, he comes over to you. âSit.â
You consider sitting on the pillow for a split second, but instead just get down and sit on your knees.Â
âClose,â he says, tapping his foot in front of your knees. âI should always be able to put my foot between your knees.â You adjust your position even as heâs 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.
âPiss me off, and youâll crawl everywhere.â He explains, even as he effortlessly pull you up onto your feet. âBehave and I might give you something to wear when we dock.âÂ
Kid doesnât have to give your lead a tug, when he turns and starts walking, you follow after him. Part of you doesnât really want to leave the room when youâre naked like this, but the whole crew saw plenty of you already. It would be silly, and dangerous, to decide to be shy now.
âNo one touches you without my say,â Kid says as you walk the long hall to the deck. âExcept Killer. You ainât big enough to stop anyone though, so you fight back and take a beating, cause I wonât believe your fucking word over my crew. Got it, Bug?â
âYeahâŚâ Your throatâs a little dry at how matter of fact he set that all at your feet, but thereâs an odd comfort in knowing your situation. Thereâs 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 itâs just barely morning right now.
âAh, Bubs, youâre up. Perfect.â Kid hums, tugging you forward by your leash. âMy new bitch needs taâ piss.â
Thereâs a second of blank confusion on the manâs face, and yours, youâre sure, and then his face lights up. You remember him from when he settled down between Debraâs thighs, the wavy blue hair is hard to forget.
Your stomach knots when he lays down on the deck.
âUhâŚâ
âBubblegum likes drinking piss,â Kid says, shoving you as gently as you think he can muster towards the man laying on the deck. âHe deserves a reward, and you need ta piss.â
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 manâs mouth, you donât have any other option. You hope that neutral obedience is sufficient, and you donât need to be happy about this.
Standing over Bubblegumâs face, you crouch down, hands on your knees to steady yourself. He looks absolutely delighted, mouth wide and face. You just hope this isnât some tit for tat kind of deal, because you do not enjoy drinking piss.Â
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.
Thereâs 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 donât 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 donât know if itâs because you practically forced your bladder empty, or because youâre being watched.Â
âClean âer up, Bubs.â 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.
Thereâs no escaping the tongue between your thighs, blood rushing through you as he does far more than just clean you up.
âN-no, wait,â 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 itâs impossible to escape. Kid wasnât lying when he said you didnât have the strength to fend someone off.
âP-please,â you look up at Kid with your hands clasped. You canât beg him to stop something heâs obviously allowing, so you try a different route. âPlease, Iâm sorry-ah!-I only want to c-cum for you, please.â
It wasnât difficult to look desperate, and you hoped the desperation would ease the small lie buried in your words. You didnât care how or when you orgasmed, mostly. You just didnât want your brain to start associating peeing with orgasming, or vice versus.
You arenât 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.
Thereâs 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 canât 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 Bubblegumâs face at the desperate anticipation of release.
âYouâll cum cause thatâs what I want,â Kid says, emphasizing his desire for it by teasing your nipple. âWhether itâs cause âah me directly or not, itâll still be âcause I want it. You got that?â
You nod. âYes.â
âYeah?â The grin on his face is scary, and the fear is enhancing your arousal in uncomfortable ways.
You keep nodding. âYeah.â
He bends you back a little further, twisting your nipple harshly. âSay âYes, Masterâ.âÂ
You can feel your face heat up immediately, tears flooding your eyes in a mix of anger and shame. You didnât 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. Debraâs pride got her killed, thrown overboard after all she endured, you werenât going to be that foolish.
âYes, Master, I understand.â 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.
âGood.â 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. âCum.âÂ
The single word is awful. You hate the sound of it. There wasnât anything you couldâve 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.
âSuck,â 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. âNot bad for a mutt, Bug.âÂ
Kid pulls you off Bubblegum with such ease itâs a little disorienting. He sets you on your feet, patting your shoulder softly.
âSit.â You realize itâs less the commands directly, and more the way heâs saying them. It was one thing to pretend to be the captainâs âpetâ, it was another thing for him to treat you exactly like one. You doubt your barking earlier actually had anything to do with how heâs treating you.
Thereâs little else for you to do, however, so you sit down on your knees, spreading them open once youâre settled. Kid doesnât 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.Â
He hands your leash over to Killer.
âGiver âer a treat, and a meal.â He says with another yawn. âWatch her while I get some shut eye.â
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.Â
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."Â
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.Â
Both of his hands are on your head, and he holds you in place for a long moment before heâs 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.Â
You didnât 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 thereâs something behind the expression that makes you nervous.Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
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, itâs all youâd 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.
