The mission had been simple: get close to King the Wildfire, learn his secrets, then get the hell out.
Unfortunately, King turned out to be less of a masked BDSM idol and more of a starving apex predator who had spent thirty years pretending he didn’t need affection.
You cracked through the armor, the mask, the walls, and whatever deeply repressed emotional disaster was living underneath. Getting into King’s bed had taken skill, planning, and nerves of steel.
And it was a huge mistake because now you are trapped.
The next morning, you wake up and discover King has attached himself to you with the determination of super glue and the grip strength of a hydraulic press.
You attempt to leave. His arm tightens.
You attempt diplomacy.
“No.”
You attempt bribery.
“No.”
You attempt escape while he’s supposedly asleep.
A single golden eye opens.
“No.”
He isn’t even threatening you. You’ll soon discover he’s known about your little game a long time, which should be a death sentence, but won’t be because he’s finally found something he wants.
king is fucking so mean. it always sounds like he's mad at you, how pathetic your human body is and how ridiculous you are when you beg him to breed you.
A/N: surprise, double meal. i was spiraling, thinking about the hcs i wrote just here for king. had to write down my thoughts more properly. ☆
CW: f!reader, established relationship, begging, slight belly bulge, size kink (you're free to imagine reader size… lol), v sex, biting, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, domination, dumbification, breath play, dacryphilia, creampie/breeding denial
WC: 1,9k
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King’s strong hand pins your head to the pillow firmly, his cock dragging over your ass cheeks, the piercing on his thick cockhead leaving a trail of precum on your skin. His weight presses down on you, forcing an arch in your back that makes you shudder helplessly beneath him - he hasn’t even pushed in yet.
“Pathetic. Should I ever bother fucking you? Might break that weak little cunt…” Tone dripping with raw disdain, he looks down at your frame spread flat on your stomach, judging your human form with annoyance - how puny you are compared to his Lunarian physique. He could reduce you to ashes with his fire - flames dancing on his fingers, creating pretty patterns on your skin before disappearing in a blink.
King flattens you deeper into the mattress, crushing you down under his massive figure, his hand tangling on your hair, tightening, making sure your face is buried and you won’t dare look at him. “Please…” You beg, muffling needy moans against the tissue.
“Please what? Please go easy on you? Please not tear you apart?” He scoffs at your pitiful plea, his hips giving a slight thrust that glides his big, pierced cock between your ass cheeks, the tip pressing against your wet cunt, making you feel the metal ring of his prince albert.
“I can take it… please, I-” you beg again, bucking your hips. King grabs a handful of your hair roughly, lifting up your head only to embed it more firmly into the mattress to silence your ridiculous pleas.
“Liar.” He grunts close to your ear. “You always scream and cry when I’m halfway in. The only thing you end up begging for is mercy, and you know I don’t have any.”
He rubs his tip up and down your slit. “If you scream, I’ll shove the pillow in your mouth or just choke you,” he warns, pushing forward, stretching your cunt obscenely around his thick cockhead. The piercing is cold, rubbing against your walls. You choke on a scream into the pillow, clawing at the sheets as tears instantly spring to your eyes. King's hand tightens cruelly in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “See. You’re already screaming and I’m not even halfway,” he snarls directly into your ear through clenched teeth. “One good thrust and I could snap your spine.”
You’re so damn tight around him, it’s unnerving. It shouldn’t be that pleasant.
It’s wrong.
You’re wrong.
Deliciously wrong.
“That fucking pathetic cunt… clenching around me like a vice. Struggling to take me. Pathetic body designed to be bred by weak species with small dicks.” He mocks cruelly, sliding deeper inside you, deep enough to make your whole body shift on the mattress. “Fuck…” Cursing under his breath, he pulls out slightly before slamming back, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass. His thrusts are so violent the bed frame shakes, his piercing dragging deliciously against your inner walls with each stroke.
King is not kind.
Never.
He snaps his hips brutally as if he was mad at you, this damn weak body, this annoyingly perfect pussy squeezing him so good, so wrong. “You’re embarrassing,” he whispers, watching how you squirm, moan, coating his cock with your wetness. His fingers are tangled so tightly on your hair your scalp burns, his free hand sliding under your pinned body to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you beyond relief.
He’s fucking you like if you were his worst enemy, his angry pace driving his cock deeper into you to punish that body way too perfect around his girth. “Fucking… cunt,” he snarls with each thrust, pulling out almost all the way and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so hard his piercing bullies your cervix. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh with the room - his hips snapping against your ass cheeks, his balls smacking against your wet cunt.
Voice high-pitched, mind hazy, dizzy, eyes rolling back and drooling on the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, your whole body jolt under each punishing stroke - his thrusts are meant to remind you of your place.
Beneath him.
At his mercy.
Gripping the pillow as it was your lifeline, you uncontrollably start to crawl on the mattress, overwhelmed, fucked dumb, moans reduced to incoherent wails. King watches your struggle with dark satisfaction, slamming against your cervix repeatedly. “I thought you could take it,” He grunts, keeping you pinned down and helpless. Your frame practically slides up the bed, spit strings hanging from your mouth to the pillow.
With his both hands, he presses on the small of your back, almost breaking your spine, arching you in an unnatural, sadistic angle, just to admire the jiggles of your flesh, how you clench and unclench your fists before giving up, limbs totally incoherent, jerky.
Methodically, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in deep, his piercing brushing your cervix, bullying your sensitive walls. You don’t even know if what you’re hearing is your skin slapping against his or your brain rattling. Your arms flop uselessly beside you, toes curling. Reduced to a quivering mess, losing the control of your limbs badly, your legs kick in the air uncontrollably, splaying out to the side like a doll, before kicking the air again. You choke on your own moans so loudly King furrows his eyebrows. “Choking on my cock, chocking on your moans, chocking on your own breaths... Begging me to choke you?”
King wraps one big arm around your throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off your hair supply, using his chokehold to keep you pinned while he pounds into you. Only when you cough, he releases his grip, keeping you at the very edge of passing out. Your feet keeps jerking weakly, your eyes rolling back, your head spinning.
You’re full.
Full of King, only King, drowning in a sea of fire, nothing else matters.
Choking on your moans, your sobs, your cries until spots dance in your vision, crybaby tears running down your cheeks, you try to speak but only broken whines fall from your lips. “Keep crying, you know I love this.” King snarls, wiping your tears with his thumb only to lick them, savoring the salty taste.
He’s forcing himself so deep you can’t even hear anymore, just shriek in confused pleasure twisted with pain, coating his cock with your dripping wet cunt. Breathing heavily, kicking the air, you clench around King's girth as if you were trying to hold onto something desperately, the wet sounds so loud, lewd, indecent. He keeps dragging his length in and out of your soaking wet hole, focused solely on rearranging your guts and punching against your sweet spot.
You try to say something, but air rushes out of your lungs, incoherent sounds spilling out your mouth as you cum loudly, squirting on his cock, making a mess down your thighs and on the sheets beneath you. King doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, biting on your shoulder, his raspy breaths music to your ears as he lets go of your throat to tangle his thick fingers in your hair. “Fucking slut always squirting on my dick…” He doesn’t even slow down, pounding into your oversensitive pussy until you cum instantly from the stimulation of his piercing and how nice he’s stretching you. You sob into the pillow, savoring how nice King's chest feels against your back, his long white hair so soft like silk on your skin, his lips too delicate for the obscenity he’s whispering to your ear. “Squeezing around me like you won’t let me go. Milking me like a pathetic slut…”
Despite the foggy state of your mind, you babble. “Inside me…”
“What was that?” He mutters, dragging his piercing with each stroke, his balls smacking against your pussy. A slight, wicked grin curls his lips as he listens to your embarrassing begging - you’re so desperate it’s entertaining. “Want me to cum inside you?” He teases cruelly, sending waves of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. “Beg.”
“Please… need you… i-inside m-” You stutter, unable to create elaborate sentences. Without any sympathy, King slaps your leaking cunt hard. “What was even that? Say it properly.”
The piercing is overstimulating you, making every thrust feel like both heaven and hell. “Say it.” He spanks your ass cheek roughly. “Say you want me to breed you.”
Eyes rolling back, vision almost blank, drooling, you scream into the pillow. “..breed me-please breed me-please” Voice wrecked, ruined, you don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you keep whining like a mindless slut.
“Louder.” King snaps again, punishing you with a mean stroke until you cry out loud, your lungs giving up.
“Dumb slut…” He mutters, but his hips move faster, chasing his own release. “You’re really going to take all my cum deep inside you like a good girl?”
Only a muffled sound spills out of your swollen lips. King's cock twitches and pulses around you, your feet helplessly kicking the air as you feel him so close to fill you up - until he brutally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you with a gaping slippery, sloppy hole. “Pathetic. You really thought I would breed a human body?” He spits on your cunt, slapping his fat cockhead against your slit. “You’re not worthy.” He leaves you empty and dripping, watching your pussy with a confused mix of disdain and fascination.
You were so warm and tight around him.
Fucking unnerving.
His gaze linger on your exhausted form trembling crazily, his fist pumping his cock. “You can’t even control your muscles,” he scoffs, shifting his massive frame to kneel beside your head. With one hand, he turns your face to a side to expose your flushed cheek. “Eyes closed.” He snarls, not even allowing you to see his face, your lashes fluttering close under his command.
His piercing glints under the dim light. “Open your mouth,” he adds abruptly - not for a kiss, only for you to swallow his cum. You won’t waste a single drop. Thick, hot ropes of seed splatters across your cheeks and down your mouth. It splashes messily, dripping into the corner of your mouth and onto your tongue. He keeps pumping his cum until your cheek is coated with white, sticky seed. King milks himself dry, smearing his seed on your swollen lips with his tip, watching how you stupidly lick him clean, swallowing every single drop you manage to get. “Look at you swallowing like a slut… It won’t breed you, you know? This fucking cunt is not worthy of my offspring.”
Slowly, King let go of you, looking down at your shuddering body - sloppy cunt, face covered with his seed, sweat and goosebumps covering your skin.
He tangles his fingers into your hair one last time, biting on your shoulder. “Your little cunt… is the best I ever fucked. And I hate that. I hate how good you look, even covered with my seed.” He mutters under his breath, almost too low to hear as he watches your back covered in hickeys and bite marks, your thighs sticky, your legs twitching weakly, bruises on your hip and ass cheeks. “You’re so pathetic compared to me…”
Despite calling, you weak, pathetic and embarrassing all the time, his words almost sound like praises, at least in his language. “… yet you’re taking me so nicely. But don’t get any ideas, I still think you’re fucking weak. You just have a nice pussy.” He pauses, almost tenderly pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his huge, black wings covering your naked frame in a warm embrace. “And I hate you.”
Sweet litotes.
Four words - one lie.
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May I have some fluffy headcanons about braiding King's hair, even if we're tiny, we somehow make it work?
Braiding Kings Hair
No one touched King’s hair. No one dared. It wasn’t exactly a rule—it was just understood. But the first time you asked, all he did was glance over his shoulder… and kneel.
You still had to stand on the bed or a wooden crate to reach him properly. The top of his head felt like a mountain, his back a wall of obsidian armor. But you were determined. And he was... oddly still.
He didn’t say a word that first time. Just sat there, wings relaxed, while your fingers carefully worked through thick strands of his silver-white hair.
You hum when you braid. Soft little nothings, sometimes old lullabies from your childhood. At first, you thought he wasn’t listening. But then you caught him humming one of them under his breath two days later.
His hair is surprisingly smooth despite the chaos of battle and flight. You told him once it reminded you of moonlight reflected on steel. He said nothing—but he didn’t pull away either.
When you braid it tight, he’ll sometimes leave it in for the entire day. Other times he undoes it right after you finish—but only once you’ve turned away. Never in front of you.
One evening, just being playful, you tied a little fabric ribbon at the end of his braid. It was a silly thing you had lying around, a soft scrap of color against all that dark. He didn’t remove it. Wore it into the war room.
Someone commented. King didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The silence was answer enough.
After long flights or brutal missions, you’ll find him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, silent. Waiting. No words spoken—but he’s waiting for you. You always come.
Braiding his hair became a ritual. Your fingers in his hair. His presence grounding yours. No threats. No Beast Pirate hierarchy. Just a giant soldier and the one person he let this close.
Once, when your fingers brushed the back of his neck mid-braid, he murmured, almost inaudibly, “You’re the only one who does this.” You smiled. “I know.”
He didn’t reply. But his wing shifted behind you—slowly curling around your legs, a sheltering gesture he didn’t acknowledge.
He answers a den den mushi mid fuck without stopping. You try to be good, quiet, obedient, but when his hand wraps around your throat and you moan involuntarily… the line goes silent.
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward | ++ this is my frst time writing nsfw so bear w me lolol
word count: 1k
masterlist | ko-fi
You knew this was a bad idea.
Not because it was King — you’d long since accepted the consequences of being with a man like him. A 20-foot, winged war machine with no time for softness. But because you were already on your second orgasm when he growled against your neck, voice low and amused
“That’s the Den Den Mushi. Don’t move.”
Your breath hitched. King didn’t stop.
He didn’t pull out.
His cock alone pinned your hips to the mattress, thick and heavy and still achingly hard inside you. Your thighs trembled on either side of him as he sat up slightly, adjusting his weight. The movement pushed him deeper, and your eyes rolled back.
“Fucking—K-King,” you whispered, clutching onto his waist, barely able to wrap your arms halfway around it.
You laid back on the mattress, dazed and sweaty, thighs shaking as your body twitched from your second orgasm. You could feel his cum from the first round cooling between your legs.
He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck — bare-mouthed.
The kiss made your heart flip.
King had taken his mask off before dragging you into bed, and his mouth was everything you’d imagined: firm, warm, skilled. He’d only ever kissed you like this in private, in moments like this — when his cock was inside you and your legs were shaking.
It was the only time he let himself feel.
And now the damn Den Den Mushi was ringing.
You watched his lips curl into a small, sharp smile.
“Stay still.” He reached one enormous hand over, snatched the receiver off the hook, and brought it to his ear without missing a beat — or a thrust.
“King.” His voice was low, cool, unaffected.
Your stomach dropped as he rolled his hips forward again — slow, deep, deliberate. Your pussy fluttered, painfully sensitive.
You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but your body betrayed you, grinding up against him.
His eyes flicked down to yours, narrowed. Warning.
“Yes, the reports were handled already,” he told the person on the other end. “No errors.”
Another thrust — deeper this time.
“Nnghh—haah!” you gasped, hands flying to grip his forearms — thick, powerful, dwarfing yours.
His mouth lowered to yours — slow, dominant, breath hot — and kissed you hard.
Tongue sweeping against yours.
It was messy, wet, rough — hungry.
You moaned into the kiss.
The Den Den Mushi blinked.
“Everything alright?”
You could hear the suspicion in the voice. Jack, maybe. Your brain was too scrambled to identify it.
“’s fine,” King said casually into the Den Den Mushi between kisses, his other hand sliding between your bodies, two thick fingers pressing to your clit in slow, tight circles. “Everything’s under control.”
You couldn’t help it.
You broke away from his lips with a strangled cry, mouth wet and lips swollen. “M-mmmf—!”
The snail blinked. There was a pause.
“…Was that a voice?”
King didn’t even flinch.
Instead, his hand snapped to your throat, pressing down — not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who was in control.
His lips brushed your ear.
“If you make another fucking sound,” he whispered darkly, “I’ll hold the Den Den Mushi to your mouth and make you explain yourself to them.”
Your eyes fluttered.
You nodded frantically, trying to stay silent.
But then he started moving again — slow, full strokes of his cock stretching you to your limit. He was so thick it made your legs tremble just to feel him move inside you.
His hand stayed on your throat — fingers spread wide, thumb under your chin.
The snail blinked again.
“King...Seriously. Are you busy or—?”
You whimpered. Quiet, but not enough.
His lips crashed into yours again — swallowing your moan, tongue forcing its way past your lips as he fucked you deeper. Your arms clung to his back, nails dragging across his skin.
He bit your bottom lip.
“Not busy. Just… occupied.” He finally set the Den Den Mushi down. Didn’t hang it up.
Still live.
Still listening.
And then his thrusts turned brutal.
You yelped against his mouth, voice muffled by his tongue, arms shaking as the bed croaking under his sheer size and force. Your overstimulated pussy clenched around him like a vice.
“S-slow down, King, I c-can’t, f-fuck—I—nghh—fuck, y-you’re too big—!”
His free hand grabbed your hips and slammed you down to meet his cock, wet slapping sounds echoing against the walls.
“You wanted this,” he growled, lips brushing yours again. “You begged for it before we got back. Didn’t care who was nearby. You needed it. So you’re gonna take it.”
You were crying now — from pleasure, from pressure, from the overwhelming fullness and your own wrecked moans.
Your hands clutched his face, desperate, trembling.
You kissed him again — sloppily, hungrily — sucking on his tongue as his hips pummeled you into the mattress.
“K-King, ’m gonna—g-gonna cum—!”
“Hold it.” He tightened his grip on your throat.
You moaned, high-pitched and whimpering, hips twitching as you struggled to obey.
“Please—I c-can’t—fuck, it’s too much—!”
“F-fuck...cum for me,” he finally growled.
You screams — swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you through it — hungry and deep., body convulsing as a hot gush of slick sprayed between your thighs — soaking the sheets, soaking him, your orgasm crashing through you with violent force. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, milking him hard, thighs jerking.
And then he was cumming too — growling against your lips as he buried himself to the hilt and with one final deep thrust, he came inside you. Pulse after pulse of heat flooded your insides, thick and hot, and he stayed seated deep for a long, heavy second.
Then — slowly — he pulled out.
You whimpered. His cum spilled from your used pussy down your thighs and onto the sheets.
You were shaking. Sweaty. Sore. Your voice wouldn’t even work properly anymore — all breath and no sound.
The Den Den Mushi clicked.
Call dropped.
You stared up at him — dazed, flushed, soaked with sweat.
His hand stroked your cheek. Still unmasked. Still kissing you softly now, post-release.
I have a request for King since his birthday is coming up December 1st :] I was thinking of a early NSFW Christmas special for him where the reader is also a Lunarian which can bring in some comfort and fluff into it! it could be in pre-Wano where they have their own "nest" area to relax after busy holidays. throwing some thoughts out there!
Hey, Red!! Thank you so much for your request!! ^^ Of course I'll write up something for our big, beautiful man for his birthday and I love this idea! 🖤 I hope you enjoy what I came up with!
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♡ King x Fem!Lunarian!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Light Fluff, Smut, Riding, Hair Pulling, Reader Is A Lunarian, Established Relationship (Mentions Of King & Reader Being Mates), 18+ MDNI
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In the soft quiet of your shared space, you sat in King’s lap – naked with his cock buried deep inside of you – and your hands roamed along every inch of his finely sculpted body that you could reach. His broad chest was pressed against yours as he held you to him, those large hands of his on the small of your back.
King rolled his hips upwards, moving your body with his and rocking you on his cock. With nowhere to be, he had been taking his time with you – sensually pushing and pulling you along his thick shaft and making you feel every inch of it as he stretched you wide.
It left you utterly breathless.
This time of year was always so busy and the two of you had barely spent any time together like this as of late. Before you could even blink, the holiday season had been in full swing, and you felt like you had been pulled in each and every direction.
This evening though had finally been for just for you and the man you loved right here in front of you. Settled in together in the warmth of each other's bodies and sequestered away from it all in your shared quarters that you had tended to almost like a nest.
While lounging lazily together in the pile of blankets and pillows you called your bed, you had presented your mate with a small gift box.
After some convincing – okay, a lot of convincing – King had opened it to find a black and red silk cord, similar to the red one already attached to his sword.
“Just something small,” you told him, stretching your black, feathered wings out as you adjusted yourself into a more seated position. “Kind of like a token to take with you to battle or something.” As you explained your thought behind the gift, you started to feel embarrassed though and a light flush crept across your face.
King had only stared at it though, running his thumb slowly along the cord as it sat in his hand. Within your chest, you had felt your heart skip a beat in anticipation – did he like it? Or was it a foolish gift?
Then those piercing red eyes of his flicked up towards yours, and you didn’t even have a second to gasp out his name as he lunged at you.
Within moments, he had you naked and panting in his arms – your gift masterfully placed away on a nearby side table in the rush of it all.
Now, King had you moaning and clinging to him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
One of his hands came up from your back to grip your hair, and King tugged your head back, exposing your throat to him. Quickened breaths fell from your lips as you clenched around his cock at his show of dominance. A light grunt came from King, and he gave you a short, harsh tug on your hair which made a shiver dance across your skin. Your wings twitched, making your feathers ruffle lightly as you felt your heart race inside of your chest.
Fisting your hair, he held you with your head pulled back as he brought his lips to the skin of your throat; his kisses slow and meticulous but still harsh and hungry all the same.
At every other pass or so of his lips, King would stop to suck on a spot of your sensitive flesh, and the sensation made you press yourself impossibly closer to him. Your hands had come to a stop at his shoulders, and as you gasped and moaned at his ravaging affection, your nails dug into his own flesh.
The feel of his mouth all along your throat made your skin tremble in pleasure. All the while, your hips still moved in perfect sync with his and King’s cock dragged deliciously along your inner walls repeatedly. More moans tumbled from your lips as your brows knitted together in concentration.
It would be quite easy to just shut your brain off and let all the pleasure and ecstasy he was wracking your body with takeover, but you wanted to stay grounded in the moment with him. To be here like this with your mate was all you ever wanted – bodies moving as one, held in his strong arms, safe.
King relented from your throat and let up on your hair enough to make you look at him. With his large hand now cupping the back of your head, you gazed at him with half-lidded eyes as you panted lightly. You would never tire of looking upon his rugged beauty, especially when he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
King’s hips didn’t falter for a moment – still rocking against yours and driving his cock deep into you over and over again.
“Look at how well you take my cock,” he murmured to you, and you whined low in your throat his words, face crumpling in pleasure. Yet again your pussy clenched around him, and he hissed a groan through clenched teeth. King pulled you closer to him, his hands going to your hips while your arms looped around his neck.
His warm skin enveloped your own, and you relished the feel of his immaculate body flushed against yours.
Digging his fingers into your hips, King started to truly pick you up and impale you back down on his shaft. For a moment, all breath left your lungs, and a choked moan was all you could manage to get out. Once you were able to suck in a few breaths, your moans only grew in frequency and pitch, spewing rapidly from your lips.
King was right at your ear, his own breathing turning ragged, and it made you roll your lower lip between your teeth. He was always so quiet and stoic so to hear him slowly come undone never failed to get your blood pumping.
“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he whispered to you, his sentence ending in a groan. A tremble went through your whole body as a wanton moan ripped up your throat, and you knew he wouldn’t have to wait long – especially if he kept talking like that.
As you bounced on his shaft, body pressed tight against his with your tits rubbing on his chest, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your wings started to twitch, and you could feel your flame sputter on your back.
Gripping your hips harsher, King changed his angle, and his cock started to hit that certain spot that made you see stars. A slew of high-pitched curses and moans erupted from you as you held onto him, your forehead dropping onto his shoulder. King’s pace turned near brutal, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.
“Come on, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “cum for me.”
Those words sent you spiraling over the edge, and a loud wail tore up your throat as immeasurable pleasure wracked through your body, causing you to whip your head back. Your wings folded inwards, shaking all the while, and your flame burned brightly, warming the room even further.
While your limbs locked up around him, your pussy spasmed around his cock and King groaned as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. With a few more heavy thrusts, King growled out a low curse and spilled his seed deep inside of you. His own large, beautiful, black wings splayed wide with a slight tremble, and the flame at his back burned intensely as well.
Everything in your mind was blank.
No thoughts about what holiday related things were still to be done after this, no thoughts about having to be relieved that he liked your gift, no thoughts about anything.
Just blank.
The feel of King kissing your throat again slowly brought you back to reality, and you untensed your body and wings as much as you could as a tremor took hold of your limbs. Your chest heaved as you sucked in a few deep breaths through your mouth, still heart to heart with him. His own chest moved against yours as you listened to him try to catch his breath as well, breathing slowly and deeply through his nose.
King wrapped his arms around you, minding your wings as always, and you melted against his body. You tucked your face into his neck as he kissed your shoulder. The two of you stayed melded together like for a few moments before King moved his lips against your skin again.
“Thank you.”
The two words were soft, quiet, almost easily missed but you still caught them. A light smile broke across your face before you nuzzled further into his neck.
CW: different King headcannon than you might be used to?
A/N: none
Many assume that King is hard, rough on the edges. He’s like that in general, of course. But I think he’s softer than people believe in love.
Cause think about it. A man like him doesn’t fall easily. The only person who’s ever gotten close to him was Kaido, and King is loyal to him above all. Even his own crewmates hardly hold a flame.
So, naturally, you would have had to do something extra spectacular for this man. Give him something Kaido couldn’t. Like, just in example of what I’m thinking, information on his Lunarian race you may have gotten from the government, or poneglyphs. Information if anyone is left, etc.
After that point? You become very, very important to him. He’s gentle with you. You’re not Kaido, the strongest creature in the world. You’re human. He’s 20 ft, and you’re somewhere between 4-6 feet. Therefore, he tries his best to be gentle with you, a foreign concept.
How would he ask you out? I imagine he’d gift you things. Perhaps flowers native to Wano. Or the finest fabrics he can find. He’d do something between formerly asking to court you, or straight up saying, “You are mine now. You are under my protection. Understand?”
He’d be extremely protective, possibly bordering on controlling. If it were up to him, you’d stay locked away, protected from the horrors of the world you’d seen time and time again.
Touch is a foreign concept to him, naturally. So, when you first touch him, he’d probably stiffen and warily stare (feels like glaring) as you do it. But, he trusts you, so he lets you do your thing (in private only).
He’s not one for dates. Not wining or dining. Perhaps bringing you to a private spa, or a dinner alone. But, count your blessings.
Prompt: Person B is a hot sleeper, and Person A likes to cuddle. Person A constantly wakes up sweating in the middle of the night because Person B is glued to them.
Tags: modern-ish!au (alber isn't as tall as in canon although he’s still tall), Alber is a koala when sleeping, slight mention of drooling while sleeping
Word count: 447 words
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You open your eyes with a groan, still bleary from sleep. You had been in the middle of a nice dream with Alber and something about sailing together when the humid heat forced you awake. Tilting your head, it doesn’t take much for his huge, sleeping form to enter your field of view. Drool stains his pillow a darker shade as he mumbles something incoherent in his sleep. Carefully adjusting, you shift a little farther from him, moving from being the little spoon to just having his arm over your torso.
As much as you like the physical contact and reassurance that he’s here, you’re sort of dying from the combination of summer heat and his naturally hot body. He’s the ideal personal warmer in winter, but summers are quite literally hell on earth. The fact that he gets so clingy in his sleep doesn’t help his case in these months.
Blinking away the remnants of dreamland from your eyes, you decide to get up and wash your face with a splash of water until you’re reminded of your boyfriend’s weight in his towering, toned body. Even just moving his arm feels like pushing a log of wet wood. When you do, however, you nearly fall off the bed, Alber instantly murmuring in his sleep and creeping towards where you had been.
You scurry to the bathroom as fast as you can, flicking the light on and wincing at the brightness before turning the tap on and putting your hands underneath the running water. Splish-splashes of water fill the room as you try your best to rid yourself of the sticky sweat, only noticing the looming figure in the doorway when you turn to go back to sleep.
“Ah! Alber, you awake? Sorry, didn’t mean to—”
Your surprised apology is refuted with a tired wave of his hand, Alber yawning into his palm.
“Mm, nah, ‘s all good, I know how hot I can run sometimes.”
Some instinct hardwired into the back of your brain makes you yawn together, drowsiness starting to coax you into its embrace.
“Let’s go back to bed now, I’m sleepy,” you barely say when another yawn silences your words, the Lunarian scooping you up into his arms as he takes several long strides to the bed and drops down almost right away, the duvet dipping under your combined weight.
Alber crawls over you, laying his head over your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Your arms interlace behind his neck, smushing his cheek against yourself.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
“I will. Good night—”
Whatever remains of the sentence disappears into the night as the lulling comfort of sleep overtakes you once more.
