#alber x reader

[gav-san]

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.

[eustasskidagenda]

☆in a sea of fire

— ft.Alber King

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

one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi

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.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ please, reblog, like, comment if you like my work.

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[ladymochimochi]

·· Kinktober Day Thirty-One: ♡ Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader x King ♡ ♡ Tags: Threesome, Spit Roasting, Double Penetration (P In V, Anal), Blow Job/Deepthroating, Hair Pulling, Anal Fingering (F!Receiving), Use Of Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Reader Is A Lunarian, Reader Is Of Similarish Size To Katakuri & King, PWP, Smut, 18+ MDNI ♡ Words: 2.2k ♡ Kinktober Masterlist ♡ Read On AO3 ♡

A/N: I got a request for this exact pairing just before Kinktober kicked off and since I had this prompt already set up, I decided to use that request as my basis for this, so please enjoy 🖤 "..a NSFW fic about Katakuri x Reader x King please? I love the idea of them fought over the reader who are the last female lunarian, where Katakuri got some pressure to marry her bc of his mom ambition, and King that really want to repopulate with her."

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Resting on your forearms and knees, you looked up at Katakuri through your lashes, drinking in the light flush across his face before you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. A choked grunt came from him as his whole body twitched under the feel of his cock entering the soft, wet heat of your mouth. Starting slow, you moved your head up and down along his length, lips spread wide around his thick shaft.  

Katakuri threaded his fingers through your hair while he panted lightly, his abs flexing with every breath as your mouth glided along him.  

Behind you, the bed dipped and then King’s large hands were on your hips. Your back arched involuntarily, wings flaring out, as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance. A shiver danced across your skin while your knees spread further apart to make room for him, making your ass go higher in the air. One of King’s hands rubbed over from your hip to your ass cheek, massaging the fatty flesh before slapping it, making your lower half jolt. You heard Katakuri murmur a soft fuck above you, making your breathing pick up through your nose.  

“Both.” 

Your one worded answer left the two large men stunned – King more so than Katakuri, who had presumably already seen what you’d say. 

“Both?” King repeated back, his brow arching. Katakuri remained silent but shifted his scarf to bury his face further into it.  

Folding your arms across your chest, you raised your chin and held your ground, “Yes, both of you. That’s what I want.” 

The two of them had spent the past few months vying for your hand – the last known female lunarian – and now this was what you had laid out in front of them. You had grown a real connection with both of these men and couldn’t - didn’t want to – decide between them. While it was in your hands how this all went down, you knew they could easily walk away from you still for such a decision. 

But after exchanging a look, the two men had agreed to your desires, surprising you.  

Even if they had to share you, they found they didn’t care because at the end of it all, the two of them just wanted to be with you. 

Now, you had them in your bed, naked and pinning you between them. 

Unable to wait any longer, you pushed your hips back to signal to King that you needed his cock and needed it now. King’s hand gripped your ass tightly as his other hand left your hip to direct his cock, rubbing the head of it along your folds and making you whine in protest.  

As King showed you mercy, his thick cock slid into your pussy, stretching you deliciously, and you couldn’t help but moan around Katakuri’s length while your eyes lightly rolled back in their sockets. Katakuri’s hands gripped your hair tighter as his breath hitched, cock twitching inside your mouth. 

King thrusted his cock all the way into you, his hips smacking up against your ass. Another moan came from you at the feel of him being so deep inside of you and it caused Katakuri to snap his own hips forward, shoving his cock further into your mouth. 

A full-on tremble coursed through your body this time – the fullness of your mouth and your pussy making you writhe between them.  

As you started to eagerly bob your head up and down Katakuri’s length, King started to thrust into you causing you grip the bed sheets harshly to anchor yourself. The noise of his hips slapping against your ass made your pussy clench around him and King groaned, his hands holding on tight to your hips. You hollowed your cheeks around Katakuri’s cock and moved your head so he glided down your throat, taking more of him every time you went.  

Katakuri choked out a moan and started to meet your rhythm, thrusting his cock down your throat. Your whimper was muffled around him, your body burning hot with pleasure.  

The two men groaned and panted and grunted as they thrusted into you, hands roaming over you and cocks entering your holes over and over. Your hands twisted around the sheets as you tried to keep up with their quickening paces, your breath coming out in short bursts through your nose. 

You then felt King’s hand slide up your back – ignoring your fire since it didn’t bother him – and start to rub at the area of skin between your wings. It caused your body to thrash in pleasure, and your mouth slid off of Katakuri’s cock as a wanton moan ripped up your throat.  

Katakuri panted heavily as he leaned back and watched as King continued to drill into you from behind, his hand now moving from that spot between your wings to caressing the shoulder of your wing. 

A string of moans tumbled from your lips as you buried your face into the bed, your body completely overwhelmed with pleasure.  

“Little known fact about us lunarians,” you could practically hear the smirk in King’s voice, “our wings are quite sensitive.”  

As you cried out from his unrelenting pleasure, your hands went to Katakuri’s thighs, and you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Your saliva coated lips were slightly agape as you panted heavily and dug your nails into his legs, your pussy squeezing around King’s cock. Katakuri stared down at you wide eyed, pupils dilated with lust, and you moaned pathetically as you felt your body start to tense up.  

A babble of yes and please spilled from you over and over as you kept your eye contact with Katakuri until your body finally gave in from King’s touch and brutal thrusts. Creasing your brow, you came hard around his cock, and a cry of ecstasy was pulled from your throat. It felt like sparks surged through your body as you twitched and trembled before you ultimately collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to hold yourself up. 

As King slowed his touch and started to slowly rock his hips against you, once again you heard Katakuri let out a low, drawn out curse. You felt Katakuri’s fingers thread through your hair again and sighed, leaning into his soft touch as your brain started to feel hazy. King then pulled back and slid his cock out of you before removing himself from the bed. 

“Good to still keep going?” Katakuri asked you and you lifted your head to reply with a smile and a yes. You knew what was next and a shiver of excitement ran along your skin. 

“Take care of our girl for a moment,” King said as he walked away from the bed. His words our girl pierced through the haziness of your mind and you rubbed your thighs together.  

Katakuri came around to scoop you up off the bed, your arms going around his neck and legs around his hips. Your body felt weightless and your wings twitched, feathers rustling. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Katakuri lied back and had you straddle him before he angled his cock to thrust up into your oversensitive pussy.  

Moaning low in your throat, your hands braced themselves on his broad chest as he plunged his cock up into you repeatedly. The way his cock drove into you just right made your head whip back and back arch, pleasure rippling through you. Your breath came out rapidly as your pussy spasmed around his thick length, his big hands tight on your hips as he held you in place.  

As a high-pitched cry came from you, King came back over and stood behind you, in between Katakuri’s spread legs. Then you felt his thick middle finger press against your puckered hole, already coated in lube and you pressed your lips together to suppress the whine that wanted to escape you. His finger slid into your asshole and your breath whooshed out of your lungs. 

Katakuri’s thrusting didn’t stop as King pumped his finger in and out of you, and you leaned over Katakuri’s chest while you tried to catch your breath.  

Soon, King added a second finger into your tight hole and just as you hung your head down to let out a sob, his other hand grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. He savagely thrusted his fingers into you while Katakuri continued to drive into your soaked pussy from below.  

Your legs began to shake, and your breaths came out fast and ragged, laced with attempts at whines and moans, as you felt yet another orgasm build quickly.  

King leaned closer to you, his lips right at your ear, “Gonna cum again already?” Those fingers of his curled inside of you and you gasped loudly.  

“She’s so close.” Katakuri’s voice was low and husky as he thrusted into you even harder and your face scrunched up in ecstasy. Another orgasm crashed through you, and you let out a shuddering breath before a sob clawed its way up your throat. Giving your hair one last tug, King pulled your head back to give you a rough kiss. You moaned against his lips but before you could get too lost in it, he broke away from you. 

As you caught your breath, King let go of your hair and slid his fingers out of you, making you inhale sharply. Your body slumped forward while your arms shook to keep you upright and Katakuri slowed down his thrusting.  

Then you saw King reach for the bottle of lube that was on the bed – he must’ve placed it there when he came back over and you were so lost in Katakuri and his cock and King’s fingers that you didn’t notice. 

From behind you, the sound of King slicking up his cock with the lube filled your ears and your pussy clenched, making Katakuri gasp.  

This time, you felt King’s cock at your asshole and he whispered in your ear, “Lean forward, baby.” 

Doing as he said, you leaned yourself across Katakuri’s torso, coming face to face with him. Just as King pressed his cock against your tight hole and started to breach that tight ring of muscle, making your body begin to tense, Katakuri kissed you. 

You whimpered against his lips, but it helped distract you and caused your body to relax so King could keep pushing himself deeper into you. Katakuri’s large tongue delved into your mouth, and you moaned around his tongue. 

As Katakuri toyed with your tongue, King eventually bottomed out in your ass, giving you time to stretch and adjust around him properly. 

The feel of both of their cocks in you at once was overwhelming and you held onto Katakuri for dear life as you pulled away from his kiss. Sucking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and centered yourself. 

“Look at her so full of our cocks,” King cooed, rubbing at your back. Katakuri groaned and gave you a quick kiss, “She’s so beautiful, taking them so well.” 

You moaned at their praise, a flush spreading across your cheeks and down your chest as you opened your eyes again. 

Then they both started to move and your mind went blank. 

From below, you had Katakuri plunging up into you yet again and from behind, you had King thrusting his hips against your ass. All you could do moan and sob as your body rocked with theirs. Your breath was ragged in your throat, and you could barely get any air into your lungs, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to you right now were the two men holding onto you and giving you everything they had. 

Your whole body felt on fire as their cocks entered you over and over. The way they both dragged along your inner walls simultaneously was driving you insane.  

It was just too good and you were just so full. 

As you breathlessly moaned, you clenched and unclenched around them, completely gone to the pleasure. Both men groaned loudly as their paces started to get messy.  

With whispered chanting of their names, yet again an orgasm shattered through you – your strongest yet and you screamed in pure ecstasy. Your throat felt raw and your eyes glazed over but you still moaned for them, pawing at Katakuri’s shoulders. 

As Katakuri’s orgasm hit him, he leaned forward and bit at your shoulder, making you cry out as those fangs of his dug into your flesh. He didn’t go too deep, but you knew it would leave a mark and that sent a thrill through you. A groan came from him as his hot cum spilled inside of you, making your eyes roll back at the sensation.  

King didn’t last much longer either and soon he gave you a few more hard thrusts before he pressed himself all the way into your ass, filling you to the brim with his seed. He let loose a low growl as his wings flared out wide and the flame at his back burned hot and bright.  

The three of you were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat, and heavy breathing. Their cum slowly dripped out of your impossibly full holes and you let out a deep breath, still in disbelief that this was reality. 

To Katakuri, this situation had worked in his favor due to being able to still have you and not hand you over to his mother and in King’s eyes, he got his mate. 

And for you, well, you had two beautiful men who meant everything to you. 

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[sunandflame]

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.

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[sh4nksslvt]

Soaked Sheets and Open Lines

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.

king x fem! reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, NSFW, choking, size difference, established relationship, overstim, rough sex(?), call risk,

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.

His golden eyes watched you carefully.

“…They heard that,” you whispered.

He smirked.

“Let them.”

[dame-trina]

Why King truly wears the mask

King: No one ever takes me seriously without the mask.

Zoro: Hmph! Are you just that hideous under that mask that I’d laugh? *Remembering laughing at Pika’s voice, since it didn’t match his face*

King: ...Let your friend there be the judge.

You: M-Me? Why me?! I am not your challenger here!

King: Just-

King: *takes off mask, revealing the majestic model beneath*

You: O-Oh my god, my eyes have been blessed by heaven itself!~

King: *Gestures to Zoro* See?

Zoro: *Sweatdrops* No, I think that’s just her…

[cygni-cygni]

King/Arber/Alber Headcannons [GN!reader]

Summary: none

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.

[artemis162534]

FICTOBER DAY 31

Trick or Treat! Pt.1

Pairing: Paulie/Reader; King the Wildfire/Reader (Alber/Reader); Kuzan/Reader

Prompt: none from the generator

Tags: headcanons for the characters listed for my fictober about spending time during halloween day, has SFW and NSFW bits, am i projecting? maybe i am, splitting this into a few parts based on fandom because otherwise it’ll get too long

Word count: 972 words

Author’s note: posting this one first because I don’t want to miss Halloween and I’m going to go off my gadgets for about two days, yes i am splitting one piece into two parts, three characters a day is enough

=====enjoy!=====

Paulie:

SFW

he wouldn’t mind getting dressed up in whatever you pick, and that works for you too

will complain if your outfit shows too much skin though

no he’s not being jealous and possessive what do you mean

looks like he doesn’t care if you get matching outfits but will totally fawn about it inside

shows it by being extra close and clingy with you

will pick out the candies you don’t like from your stash and exchange it with the ones you do from his

when kids come by his place to trick or treat, he usually challenges the kids first before relenting when he sees their cuteness fierceness

he’s still a kind guy deep inside that gruffness

if you give them the candies before him, he’s content with watching

if you pick trick, he’ll join in on getting tricked

getting pranked isn’t too bad if it’s with you

NSFW

be careful if you decide to be soft on them though

he might just pick you up after the kids leave and carry you to the bedroom

the way you handle the kids with love and care before sending them on their way

it just fills him with a need to fill you up with kids of your own

he knows you’ll look so pretty holding children a child of your own

he can take them trick or treating in the neighbourhood

and he’s still in his head as he pounds you into the mattress, fully intent on realizing the baby fever

“gonna look so pretty all swollen with our baby, yeah?“

King the Wildfire/Alber:

SFW

he’s not interested in the whole thing

sure, he’ll help you if you need it aka splurge on you, but he won’t actually participate in it unless you ask him nicely

if you get an outfit for him, he’ll wear it, just to see your smile

if he picks it out of his own volition, i think he’ll pick something like a death reaper. simple and menacing, he has black wings already, so all he needs is a black cloak, a mask and a scythe. it’s easy and he doesn’t have to put much effort

honestly he’s gonna be a guard dog all the time. every house you go trick-or-treating to see him standing about two metres behind you looming like a death sentence

he’s not surprised your candy stash is bigger than the time you went without him

eats whatever treat you decide to give him once you get back

gets extra snuggly and cuddly after you’ve cleaned up

i don’t think kids are brave enough to trick him. for those who are brave (or foolish) enough to try, though, he rewards with extra candy.

he prefers you to handle the kids if you decide to pick treat

he does not have the gentleness necessary for that. or a kinder face, actually. he’s seen how some of the kids ran away while you two were out on your trick-or-treat trip

NSFW

remember when i said he gets extra cuddly? that’s after you clean up

before though? when you two are done for the day, no kids are gonna knock on the door to ask trick or treat, and you’re still in your halloween getup?

oh dear

he’s gonna ravish you all dressed up like this in a good ol’ game of hide and seek

no time like halloween to enjoy the thrill of a chase in the woods with a very delicious reward (you)

he’s not gonna be that mean. he’ll give you a head start.

not that it’ll matter anyways, he’s still gonna catch you

when you’re caught and cornered, don’t worry, you can still beg for your life to the grim reaper

how he’d love seeing you try and fit all of his length in you to please him

aaaaaaand maybe an extra round in the bathroom after all’s said and done, if you’d so much as to indulge him

don’t worry, he’ll indulge you right back with snuggles and aftercare

and maybe another chase later

“better run now, bunny. time’s ticking.”

Kuzan:

SFW

he’s chill (hehe) with anything and everything you want to do

wear matching outfits? he’ll just make sure it fits his size (he knows he’s a big man)

go trick-or-treating? sure

stay at home and entertain the kids? he doesn’t mind at all

as long as he’s with you

the best part in his opinion is when you two are conkered out from the activities of the day and all snuggled up on the couch or on the bed

nothing like a calm night watching kids go trick-or-treating in the neighbourhood from the window with a glass of sherry wine

if he does try his hand at making a halloween outfit himself, he’d just slap on some sunglasses and something that can cast a big silhouette and call it ‘mysterious cryptid’

well it’s too funny to be convincing until he suddenly manages to sneak up on you like a damn ghost

you are now convinced he’s an eldritch horror in disguise after that

NSFW

he knows his size

and he knows how you like it so damn well

oh, how he loves to relax on the couch with his cock in you, cool fingers teasing your nipples while his hot mouth lavishes your neck with kisses

maybe press on that bulge on your stomach until you’re crying for him

all while he takes languid sips of his beloved sherry wine

not as beloved as you, of course

he’ll make sure of that when you start to get impatient and beg for more

rocking you on his dick until you’re cumming and fucking you through it

wine and dine? the wine’s in his hand and dinner’s in his arms

what more could he ask for?

“that’s it, dear. just let it all out. i’ll be here to hold you.”