Thank you to everyone who submitted something for this event! I am looking forward to fulfilling these requests and giving you guys gifts!!!
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°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*: DAY 1- Dracule Mihawk + wrapped up like a present (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 2- Charlotte Perospero "Your hands are freezing!" (SFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 3- Monkey D. Luffy + Bodies roasting by the open fire (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 4- Caesar Clown + Kissing in the snow (SFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 5- Portgas D. Ace + Kitchen sex (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 6- Sir Crocodile + "Don't tell me you're not cold. You're freezing, come here." (SFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 7- Trafalgar Law + "You're not spending Christmas alone." (SFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 8- Portgas D. Ace + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." + temperature play (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 9- Nico Robin + "Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don't you think?" (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 10- Trafalgar Law + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 11- Dracule Mihawk + bodies roasting by the open fire (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DAY 12- Eustass Kid + "I don't think you're supposed to burn that" (SFW)
I got more requests than slots and some of these were just too good for me to pass up!! So throughout the upcoming weeks I am going to be sprinkling these bonus fics as well!
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #1- Trafalgar Law + "Don't tell me you're not cold. You're freezing, come here." (SFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #2- Trafalgar Law + Wrapped up like a present (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #3 - Portgas D. Ace + "If you keep doing that you're going to make me end up on the naughty list tonight" (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #4- Trafalgar Law + "Since I can't ride in Santa's sleigh, can I ride you instead?" "Sorry, what?" (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #5- Monkey D. Luffy + "I'm so cold!" "I can find a way to keep you warm." (NSFW)
°❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BONUS #6- Roronoa Zoro + getting caught under the mistletoe
Summary: Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break.
Ao3 Link
-Thanks to @quinloki for the beta! It really helped polish this up.-
Taking on an Emperor was never a decision to be made lightly, but it was the driving force that pushed you and your brother since you were young. You didn’t have the numbers, but you would amass the necessary strength over the years, rising to power as fearsome pirates in your own right. Between your Colors of Arms and your brother’s Colors of Observation, you co-captained a small but mighty crew, and when the time was right, you began your attacks on Totto Land.
Your personal war with the Charlotte Family started out one-sided–the Emperor barely saw you as a threat back then. But that was all part of the plan. Not taking you seriously meant you could make mistakes and survive, all the while gaining valuable information on their battle tactics. It was your brother’s idea to hold back, not revealing your true strength until you had the right opening. Illness hospitalized him, and left you to lead the crew on your own
“I can’t protect you anymore,” he had lamented, pushing a devil fruit into your hands. “But now you can protect yourself.”
Utilizing your brother’s strategy, you waited for your moment to strike. A few more years of patience, and finally, an opening presented itself in the form of your devil fruit awakening. That event, plus one vital fact, turned your crusade against Big Mom from a slight nuisance into a genuine threat: You learned that transponder snails–and their cousins, territorial sea slugs–went into torpor at subzero temperatures.
With the newly awakened power of your Cool-Cool Fruit, you could act on that information, plunging the seas around Totto Land down to freezing temperatures and neutralizing the sea slugs. Without their warning system, your crew was in the perfect position for quick, explosive guerilla attacks against their forces, testing their defenses and probing for weak spots, then retreating while they were still scrambling in the chaos.
You couldn’t have pulled it off without a man on the inside feeding you intel. Every incursion hinged on his success, as his job was to let you know the movements of the only two pirates you couldn’t handle–Big Mom herself, and the second son, Katakuri. As long as you tracked and avoided them, there was little the rest of the brood could do. You’d tangled with the others with minimal issues. Oven was originally their counter of choice, since your abilities canceled each other out, but he could no longer keep up once yours awakened. Daifuku was easy to manage once you learned you could freeze his genie solid. Cracker’s biscuit soldiers were similarly rendered immobile. A riskier move was when you froze the oils on the surface of your skin so Smoothie was unable to wring you out.
And then there was Perospero…
To you, Perospero was different from his siblings. He was the only one of the Charlotte family you had met in the past. You were a child when you first ran into him, no older than seven. He was in his twenties at the time, newly appointed to Candy Island.
You had been fleeing from some bullies when you turned a corner and ran smack into him. You fell, your pursuers skidding to a halt behind you, frozen at the sight of the new minister towering over you.
Perospero had taken one look at you; the dirt on your clothes and the bruise on your cheek, and raised his voice. “What is the meaning of this? Totto Land is where people live in harmony!” He pointed a finger at your bullies, who all turned tail and fled. Perospero clicked his tongue, then offered you a hand.
"Poor little girl. You picked a fight with someone stronger than you…" He pulled you to your feet, long fingers wrapped around your wrist.
You thought you were in trouble. Perospero’s gaze settled on the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and a slow smile crept up his face.
You remembered that smile more than anything else. You used to think it was a smile of good humor–oh, children and their antics, and all that. Now you knew him better, recognized that smile for what it really was.
Perospero had formed a piece of candy in his palm, holding it out to you. “Have a candy, perorin! You’ll find it to be the sweetest you’ve ever tasted.”
“For me?” you asked, wiping your face.
“For you.”
You took the candy from his hand and started to leave, but then paused and ran back up to him.
“I want one for my brother, too! He’s sick!” you said. “Please, mister?”
And Perospero, saying how thoughtful you were, gave you another.
That memory made you sick, knowing him as you did now. He didn’t smile because you were a bumbling child. He smiled because he had liked seeing you cry.
It was the same smile when his candy axe cleaved into one of your crewmates, the same smile when he twisted one of the candy arrows embedded into your shoulder, the same smile when he licked your blood from his weapons and remarked on how sweet it was. All his candy was a sugar coating, a saccharine facade hiding a monster. His siblings you only saw as obstructions in the way of your goal, but your enmity toward Perospero was personal.
This time, you thought as your ship accelerated toward his, this time you’d kill him.
“Candy Wall!” Perospero shouted, raising a menacing, spiked wall out of the water. His constructs, while made of candy, looked every bit as solid as you knew they were from experience. The wall that he formed was stronger than steel, meant to cut off your path to his ship.
It wouldn’t be a problem.
Surfing on the back of your first mate, an orca Fish-man, was a strategy you'd devised to overcome your devil fruit weakness. Risky if you were hit, but you had years of practice at that point. You had him bring you within a safe distance from the wall, then leap off his back, landing carefully on one of the spikes.
“Absolute Zero!”
A single touch, and the temperature of every molecule in that wall plummeted, freezing through. With your other hand, you swung your warhammer, and the wall shattered like glass on impact. Right as the frozen candy’s splintering reached your perch, you jumped again, landing boldly on the deck of Perospero’s ship.
He couldn’t defeat you. Not with your devil fruit awakened. Your repeated bouts had proven that, and your confidence was at an all-time high. This was your opening: any more attacks on Totto Land, and Big Mom would be forced to come into play. You had to break through the defenses now if you wanted to make landfall on Candy Island and complete your goal. Everything that you’d worked for, the lifetime of conflict, it all came down to today.
You smirked at Perospero, waiting for his shitty grin to fall. Instead, it widened. Immediately, you realized something was wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He knew he wasn’t a match for you. Then why was he acting like he wanted you to board his ship?
The wall was a trick, you realized. He was luring you there all along. The reason quickly became apparent when Charlotte Katakuri stepped out from around the corner.
Oh, no.
He wasn’t supposed to be in this section of Totto Land! Your intel was wrong–or maybe someone had fed you false information. If you made it out of this alive, that someone was going to eat a bullet. But that was a pretty big fucking “if.”
The fight was brief, and all of it was spent barely dodging lethal blows that would shatter you like candy. He moved far too fast for someone so huge. You could hardly get an opening, and when you did, his body warped around your strikes. It was impossible not to grow frustrated as he predicted your moves before you could make them, and that led to you slipping up, making more mistakes, almost dying with every near-miss.
Finally, you failed in your panic to dodge, scrambling backward from another sledgehammer blow. Katakuri paused, looking down at you.
“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he rumbled. “Against me…thirty seconds is admirable. But it ends now.”
His leg stretched out as it swung into your head. The last thing you remembered before impact was your brother’s voice, calling out for you.
Then darkness.
You woke up in a bed lined in plastic.
Your head was throbbing with dull pain, and it took a while for you to grasp at your thoughts. You turned your head. The rest of the room was lined in plastic, too.
Right then, you knew you would die in that room. Plastic lining like that was only used for butcher jobs–you knew that much from your underworld connections. Though this plastic was thin and clear, almost like candy wrapping.
The plastic creaked as you tried to get up, but you couldn’t lift your torso very far, finding your wrists bound above your head in shackles, sturdy and attached to chains going to the floor. Your ankles were bound the same way. There wasn’t much extra length in the chains, only letting you move your limbs a few inches in any direction. The shackles were rock-solid and slightly transparent, like molten glass. You frowned, leaning as close as you could to one of your wrist chains to sniff them. Hard candy–Perospero’s work. A thin band of seastone around one of your arms ensured you couldn’t use your devil fruit to escape.
You let your head fall back onto the pillow and wondered. Would Big Mom drain the rest of your life force, and that would be it? A quick, painless death? Unlikely, given the room you were in. They would torture you here, reveal your motives for attacking them, and then chop you up into little pieces to dispose. This was your end: utter failure of your mission.
As a pirate, you’ve had many close calls in the past, but you never expected to fail. You were too invested in your mission, too certain of its just cause. You could only hope your crew was able to get away in time, at least. You had forced them to honor an agreement to abandon the mission if you were captured. After all, your mission was only for your benefit. There would have been no riches awaiting you had you succeeded.
A slow hour passed, anxiety building in your gut all the while. The Charlottes were known for their unforgiving nature with their enemies. You were sure their tortures would get creative. Perospero had threatened multiple times to solidify you into candy, after all, and lick you away until nothing remained.
The sound of footsteps made you tense, every sense focused on them getting closer.
Speak of the devil. Perospero moved into the room as if floating, looming above you like a technicolor reaper. He was impossibly tall and seemed even taller up close, towering above you, his bright colors and patterns doing nothing to offset the wickedness of his delighted expression.
“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he said, “user of the Cool-Cool Fruit and recurring thorn in Mama’s side.” He savors the moment, nearly leering at you. “How delightful to see you finally brought down. Having regrets, perorin?”
“Something like that,” you said flatly. Regrets that you had been defeated, anyway–you would never regret fighting back against Big Mom. Making that elaboration didn’t matter, though. He knew.
“Kuh kuh kuh…”
“Where’s my crew?” you demanded.
A flash of tension crossed his face. “Captured, like you.”
You didn’t believe him, not with that little change in expression. They had escaped–you could always read him.
But Perospero could read you, too and the relief evident on your face.
“Didn’t miss that, hm?” he mused. “No matter. We have you. Once we kill you, your brother won’t be much longer for this world with his illness, and your crew will disband. Just like that, another problem dealt with.”
“How do you know he’s sick?” you said, stomach knotting. Your brother was far away from Totto Land–there was no way they could have known that. Unless… Unless they knew who you really were.
Perospero grinned slowly. “He’s been sick for a long time, hasn’t he?’
“How do you know?!” you raised your voice.
“Now, now, perorin. Don’t get so worked up. We have a long night ahead of us, after all.”
“Damn you, Perospero! You already have me caught! Just tell me before you kill me!”
“What are you so concerned about?” he cackled. “That we know his location? He’s not worth hunting down, not when he has so little time left anyway.” If the Charlottes knew that information, it could only mean one thing. Perospero’s grin widened as the truth dawned on you. “That’s right, perorin. We know about your family. Once we realized you were a former Totto Land resident, finding the rat in our midst was easy.”
“Leave them out of this,” you said icily. “They didn’t know anything about this.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They were very cooperative with questioning,” Perospero said, laughing when you snarled and pulled against your chains. “They didn’t know anything about you and your brother’s decision to attack us…but they did smuggle you out of Totto Land when you were kids, didn’t they? They still went behind our back and broke the law. Why is that, I wonder?”
“I’ll kill you!” you shouted. “I’ll freeze you solid and shatter you to pieces, Perospero!”
He ignored your outburst, continuing. “Perhaps…it was your brother’s terminal diagnosis?”He clicked his tongue pityingly. “Poor thing. Just a kid when he was only given ten years left to live. That’s why you parents had him smuggled out, isn’t it? So he didn’t have to give up any of his lifespan as tax, and could live out the rest of his short life. They had you go with him so you’d be together. How sweet.”
Bringing his hands together, Perospero formed a knife out of candy. It was proportionate to his size, over a foot long and gleaming in the bright light of the room, more like a short sword compared to you. The first pangs of fear slithered through your gut and settled.
“You and your brother decided to become pirates in order to ‘rescue’ your family from Candy Island, didn’t you? I’m impressed you made it as far as you did.” He cocked his head at you. “I had always wondered what I had done to make those eyes of yours so angry...”
Agonizingly slowly, he approached the bed, each step ramping up your nerves until your fear grew into terror. You did what you could to keep it from reaching your expression. You wouldn’t show weakness, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
"I guess a quick death is asking for too much?" you said casually, but he noticed the way you didn’t take your eyes off the knife.
“Kuh kuh kuh! Trying to be brave, are we?” He bent over you, grinning ear to ear. “How cute.”
He brought the knife to your cheek. You turned your head away as much as possible, but he followed your movement, pressing the sharp tip into your skin until it shallowly pierced through, making you wince. He angled the blade flat against your skin and slid it down, smearing warm blood down your cheek and neck.
“Such a pretty color, perorin! A beautiful raspberry red,” he crooned, raising the knife to his tongue and taking a lick, “and just as sweet.”
Then he lined up the razor edge of the blade with your throat. You froze, heart pounding in your ears as you got tunnel vision. This was it. Every pirate was ready for death. You had faced it before. But this time was different, because this time, you were helpless. It’s okay. It’s okay, you told yourself. Be brave. It would be over soon.
The seconds ticked by, seemingly turning into minutes and keeping you on edge the entire time.
Perospero pulled the knife away. Your eyes flicked to him, seeing him studying your reaction.
“Don’t toy with me, Perospero!” you snapped, enraged and terrified. “Get it over with.”
“Where’s the fun in that, perorin?” He pressed the knife lightly into your skin, making your neck sting. You closed your eyes, waiting for the sudden slitting of your throat, the deep pain that would surely follow.
It never came.
Your eyes flew open when Perospero grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting it from your skin, and started to slice through the fabric. His candy knife slid through the clothes like butter, threads severed and falling away from your torso. The chill of the air was sobering, a dim realization that of course it wouldn’t be over so soon–why did you think you were chained to the bed like this?
Still, you couldn’t fully bring yourself to believe it, not even when he cut through your bra, some part of your terrified mind trying to protect you with blatant denial. Only when he’d cut your pants and was at your underwear did you find the nerve to speak.
"Hey… Hey! Perospero, you're…you're not gonna…" You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud, but your quivering voice filled in the blanks well enough.
"What? Rape you?" Perospero said nonchalantly as he cut through your underwear. He pulled at the torn remains of your clothes, sliding them off your body one piece at a time and savoring your reaction. “What did you think would happen when you lost to us? Did you think there would be no consequences?"
Panic immediately began to set in. "Okay, h-hold on,” you stammered as he pulled your pants free, “maybe we can work something out. I have a stash hidden on–"
"You mean the 'secret' cellar on Mint island? We already looted it."
Your heart pounded as the gravity of what was about to happen fully came down. You scrambled to think of something else. “I can–I can call in a favor, there’s a guy that owes my crew literally millions of berries–”
Perospero’s laugh cut you off. "Kuh kuh kuh! Bargaining already? You must be desperate, perorin." He pulled off your shirt.
You began to feel dizzy, nausea twisting up your gut. “Come on, Perospero. Don’t do this.”
“Maybe if you beg me, I won’t,” he said, pulling off your bra next and dropping it on the floor. “Go on. Beg. Say, please don’t do it, Peros.’”
Don't cry.
You didn’t really think he’d stop. But you’d take the humiliation if the chance was so much as there.
“P-Please don’t do it, Peros.”
“You need to say it with more meaning, Y/n.”
“Please!” You could no longer keep the panic out of your voice. “This is beneath you!”
“I don’t think you really believe that.” He pulled off your underwear last, and you were completely bare before his hungry, roaming eyes. There was no room to be embarrassed, you were far too scared.
Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your throat getting tight. “Think of your sisters!”
Perospero’s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing. He didn’t respond, merely watched you go out of your mind in panic as you tried to think of something else. He watched not just the exposed parts of your body, but your face, committing every waver of your expression to memory, the glistening of your eyes and the trembling of your lower lip.
“I met you as a kid!” you practically screamed. “You saved me from some bullies! You gave me candy!”
“Are you trying to appeal to my humanity?” he said, and laughed cruelly. “Poor little girl…You picked a fight with someone stronger than you.”
The tears broke free once you knew you couldn’t talk him out of this. His eyes narrowed in sick glee.
“There it is,” he said. “All the times we’ve fought, Y/n, I’ve never once seen you afraid, no matter what our forces threw at you. How gratifying it is to finally see it now.”
He bent over you, his tongue stretching out of his mouth like a separate creature, touching your stomach before sliding a wet, warm trail up your body, between your breasts and up your neck. You pressed your head back as it lapped up your throat. If he hadn’t made his intent obvious, you’d have wondered if he was going to eat you.
“Please, stop! I won’t attack your family ever again! I’ll give up on my mission for good. I’ll… I’ll quit being a pirate!”
“I’m sure you would.”
“Don’t stoop to this!” you shriek, wincing as he licked up your body again, cleaning the blood from your face.
“I’m not stooping to anything, perorin. I’m a pirate enjoying my spoils.”
“Just kill me!"
“Oh, you’re still going to be killed, my sweet. Just not tonight.”
“Don’t,” you pleaded, his tongue coiling around your breast and squeezing to make your nipple stick out, the tip of his tongue poised over it like a snake. “Don’t!”
He lowered his tongue to brush against your nipple in one long sweep, wet and bumpy. Your entire body jerked as if electrocuted, the stimulation jolting through you. “Ah!”
“You’re the sensitive type, hm?” he said, delighted in his newfound discovery.
“No, I–!”
His tongue brushed over your nipple again, cutting you off. You bit your lip as it licked you again and again, his eyes on you as you fought and failed to keep still, twitching with every pass.
“All that fear, all that adrenaline…it just heightens the senses, doesn’t it?”
“Stop!”
Perospero was right–being on edge like that just made you more aware of your body. Your nipple quickly grew stiff under his persistent licking, and the sensation traveled straight through your body and right down to your cunt. Right when you thought you could at least get used to it, he switched to your other nipple, licking and prodding it until you thrashed to try to get away from the feeling.
“Peros! Please, please stop!” you cried.
“But we’ve only just started, my dear!” he trailed his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips and thighs lecherously. “You’re quite the morsel…I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you.”
He started batting your nipples back and forth with his tongue, quickly and steadily, one at a time. No matter how much you jerked or angled your body away, he followed you. The stimulation was inescapable, and you’d always been particularly sensitive in your chest. Despite everything, despite how much you just wanted to die right then, you felt yourself growing wet.
“It–It’s too much!”
“Just this? Kuh kuh kuh! I thought you’d be a little more resilient, to be honest. Making so much noise already… Has it really been that long for you? You didn’t give your crew a taste?”
Perospero curved his tongue so it rubbed over both your nipples at the same time, making you gasp and arch your back.
“Not both…” you moaned.
“You like that, do you?” he mused, slowing the movements of his tongue, tantalizing and drawing it out.
“Perospero, please,” you whimpered. “No more. You–nngh–you don’t have to go any further.”
“Ah, but then you wouldn’t learn your lesson, perorin.” He massaged your thighs in false comfort. “Besides, I’m well aware of my tongue’s effect on people. I wonder…perhaps you’re afraid because I’ll find out how you really feel?” One of his hands trailed over the curve of your thigh and toward your center.
You immediately started thrashing again, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. He gripped your hip with his other hand and held you down, and with the other, he slid a long, thin finger through your folds. A thin rope of slick connected the tip of his finger to your cunt, and Perospero grinned at the sight.
“Kuh kuh kuh! You’re not being very honest with me, little morsel,” he crowed, then slipped his finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion; it was far longer than any of yours and reached deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Perospero curled his finger, pulling a startled moan out of you. “How does it feel?”
“Please, s-stop!”
“Wrong answer.”
Suddenly his tongue left your breasts and slithered into your mouth. He snaked it deep down your windpipe, cutting off your air. You gagged and choked, twisting and writhing to get away as he shoved it even deeper. The panic from the lack of air gripped you, cutting off all other sensation and making you thrash, your eyes watering and lungs burning.
Perospero removed his tongue from your throat, and you coughed and gasped, sucking in air desperately.
“Are you ready to be honest?” he asked.
You hesitated, you didn’t want to play along, even if you knew you should.
Hesitation was a mistake you would never make again. Perospero gleefully shoved his tongue back in your throat, choking you once more. This time he stayed there even longer, probing it even deeper, forcing it down until it physically could go no further. With his tongue practically in your lungs, he started thrusting it back and forth, fucking your windpipe while you thrashed for air.
The minute that passed felt like an eternity, and when he finally withdrew from your body and you finally caught your breath, you sobbed.
“Tell me how it feels,” Perospero repeated.
“It feels good,” you sobbed.
“Was that so difficult, perorin?” he said, going back to licking your breasts. You were too fresh from the torture for it to feel good anymore, so you only layed there, sniffling. Perospero’s grin faltered–breaking you was no fun if you were growing used to it. He uncurled his tongue from your nipples, drawing it back and forth across your front as it went lower. You noticed, your voice small when it spoke up.
“W-Wait–”
But he didn’t stop, grabbing your knees and spreading them further apart, then pulling his tongue back to lick a long stripe up your cunt, his wide tongue spreading out your folds as it went.
This time, your legs twitched, and you made a small, helpless noise of protest.
“There we go,” Perospero crooned, “that’s better, isn’t it?”
You turned your head away, ashamed. How he adored that look on your face, feeling his pants strain at the sight.
He dove back in, lapping at your center and reveling in your taste. He always knew your slick would be as intoxicating as your blood, and had long fantasized about this moment. Your little whimpers made it all the more sweet. The wet, squelching noises of his licking filled the air as he molested you with his tongue.
Perospero drew his tongue back, then licked your cunt starting from the base of his tongue and going to the very tip in one long, drawn-out pass, until you had no choice but to moan, hips bucking off the bed.
“You love this, don’t you, perorin?” Perospero taunted, holding a hand up to his ear to better hear your response.
You didn’t dare refuse him this time. “I love it,” you whimpered. “Please stop, Perospero…”
“You should be grateful, you know. I could be torturing you right now. Cutting you up as slowly as I’m licking you…” He flicked his tongue across your clit, pulling another moan from you. “The final chapter of your life will be pleasure–isn’t that lucky? Come to think of it, I like the sound of that.” Perospero grabbed your cheek harshly, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not just going to rape you. I’m going to make you cum. Your final memories before you die will be of how good it felt when I forced myself upon you! Say ‘thank you, Perospero.’’”
“T-Thank you, Perospero.” You turned your head away as soon as he let go, though your gaze snapped right back to him when he started undoing the buttons to his clothes. “Wait. Wait!”
He shrugged off his cloak before unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung free, rock solid and already leaking, and you started to fight your restraints again. Perospero’s size was proportionate to his height–that was, to say, he was huge compared to you, far bigger than anything you were meant to take. He pumped himself with a pleased sigh, coating himself in his precum, then pulled you down as far as your restraints would allow, your hips at the edge of the bed and your core presented to him. He rubbed his cock between your folds, slowly and tauntingly, lubing himself up further.
“No way. You’re way too big!” you protested, squirming from the sensation. “Please, Perospero, it’s not gonna work–please, don’t!”
"You sound so cute when you beg, Y/n. I can't get enough."
"Please, please, I'm sorry!"
But he didn’t stop, only lined himself up with one hand, the other holding tight onto your thigh to keep you from moving away. There was immediate resistance as he started pressing in, but he kept going anyway, forcing your body to accommodate. You cried out in pain, eyes squeezed shut.
“It hurts–!” you cried.
“Shh…” Perospero shushed you, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more.”
He forced himself the rest of the way in, pulling you down by the thigh until he was entirely sheathed in your heat, relishing in the sound of your cry and the snug tightness of your cunt.
“Ahh… You’re such a little thing, aren’t you, perorin?” he said, rubbing up and down your hip. “This tightness is just divine…”
“Hurts,” you breathed again, your delicate flesh stretched out impossibly wide around him. Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break. Your breathing was shaky and labored as you tried to keep yourself from crying out again.
“These are your consequences, Raging Winter,” he said. “But if it hurts so much, I’d better help you adjust, no?”
With that, he started to move his hips, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in. Despite what he said, there was no gentleness to his movements; he started up a brisk, harsh pace, splitting you open on his thickness. He grabbed your hips and squeezed harshly, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts, a grin etched his face as yours twisted up in pain.
“So good,” he panted, digging his nails into your flesh, “I’ve dreamed of this day for a long time, and it’s better than I ever imagined! Kuh kuh kuh!”
Closing your eyes only brought the pain into focus, so you turned your head away, quiet tears slipping down your cheeks as he ruthlessly violated you.
“Ah, but you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. How thoughtless of me.”
Perospero bent over you, grabbing your face with both hands and forcing you to look at him. His eyes narrowed as he slowed his thrusts considerably, rocking his hips against yours with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of. In any other context, it would have been a lovemaking pace, and his tongue swept over your lips as he looked into your eyes.
Cruel. That’s what it was. Somehow even worse than just hurting you, this was a perversion of everything good and right. His deep, languid strokes eased you open, and the pain that used to be there started to tip over into something worse: You started to adjust.
Just when you thought you were at rock bottom, Perospero had figured out a way to bring you even lower, and when you felt the first stirrings of pleasure, your eyes widening in horrified realization, he knew he finally had you. After all the times you’d fought him, all the times you’d frozen his candy constructs and shattered them, all the times you’d overpowered him–he finally had his vengeance. If your wrath was frigid, his would be absolute zero, and you would suffer in your ecstasy.
“Y/n,” Perospero crooned, grinding his cock against your g-spot..
“D-Don’t,” you whimpered. “Please don’t make me say it, Peros.”
“Now, don’t be like that. You sing so beautifully, perorin.” He squeezed your breasts, sliding his tongue down to lick at your nipples, and the combined stimulation had you tighten up and moan. “Just like that, sweet thing. Let it out.”
“Ahh… n-no…”
But he had found your weak spot, fucking you rhythmically while licking at your nipples, and you couldn’t stop yourself from growing even wetter, making it easier for him to take you, nor could you stop the gasps and whimpers from spilling past your lips.
Perospero started to groan and gasp too, especially as his new attentions had you tightening around him so wonderfully. Laid out beneath him, against everything you believe in, you felt something start to build, a tension winding itself tighter, and it seemed like he was feeling it too. He slowed his pace even more, if only to draw out your torment and his pleasure, and then, reaching some breaking point, he started to go faster and faster, moans rising in pitch.
“Ah! Look at you, formerly such a nuisance and now treating me so well,” Perospero said. “How does it feel, perorin?”
“Feels good,” you moaned, the terror at your coming peak evident on your face, a mixture of revulsion and pleasure that made him throb.
“That’s a good look on you. Now, relax… It’s almost over. I’m gonna cum in that sweet little cunt of yours.”
“Not inside,” you protested weakly.
“Don’t fret, my sweet. You won’t be alive long enough for my seed to take.”
“Please–”
He grabbed your face again, his eyes wild and dark. “Not only am I going to fill you up, perorin–I’m going to make you cum with me.”
Perospero adjusted his hips to tap even deeper, if possible, continuing his assault on your nipples. You could feel the impending orgasm approach and tried everything you could to stop it, pictured every disgusting thing you could, tried to imagine anything but your body succumbed. But you were already in the worst situation you could ever picture yourself in, and it still didn’t stop.
If your orgasm was inevitable, then you wouldn’t cum with him. You absolutely refused to experience that with him, because of him, to give him that satisfaction was unacceptable. If you were gonna cum, you would cum right then instead. Switching strategies, you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts and instead focused on the pleasure, focused on how full you felt, how his tip nudged your g-spot every time he hilted inside you, and a few moments later, you tipped over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your lower half with a shuddering cry.
Perospero didn’t falter, didn’t seem upset that you spoiled his fun. Just like back on the boat when he trapped you, his grin only seemed to widen. “Kuh kuh kuh! Oh, my. You came too soon. No matter…”
He increased the strength behind his hips, picking up his pace just slightly. You weren’t worried until he stretched his tongue down to lick at your clit. A startled cry erupted from your throat; suddenly his relentless thrusts pushed past overstimulation and started to build a second time. He never waned in his licking, nudging and circling and rubbing your swollen bud until you were veering on the edge a second time.
Perospero groaned deeply and you cried out, the both of you cresting your peaks close to the same time, and he spilled inside you, one final act of complete and total assertion. Euphoria and despair tore through your body all at once, pulsing and horrible. He collapsed on top of you, his torso pressing your face down, and he stayed there as you both caught your breath.
You closed your eyes, wallowing in the aftermath of it all and beginning to feel nauseous. Perospero’s shifting made you open your eyes, and he curled over to whisper into your ear.
“Maybe I’ll convince Mama not to kill you, perorin. Then I can keep you as my toy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” you lie, the thought bringing fresh tears to your eyes. Perospero licked them from your face before pulling out and climbing off of you to get dressed. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder, watching his cum drip from your abused center with a smile.
“Sweet dreams, my dear.”
Then he left you there, battered and exposed. For the first time in many years, you felt a sensation you’d thought you’d forgotten. The stagnant, sex-tainted air of the room clung to your clammy, sweaty skin.
For the first time since you’d eaten your devil fruit, you felt cold.
|| Feat: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Killer and Perospero
|| Character x Fem reader
Luffy
~He will not be mad. Cause he will not take it seriously, and he didn't get it. Of course he trusts you so he didn't really care about it that much. Plus he didn't really mind if u kissed someon elses cheeks cause to him your his treasure. Of course aslong as you don't kiss that other persons lips he will remain cool with it.
Sanji
~He will be mad. Seeing your lips against someone else's cheeks. He will immediately approuch you and pull you away from the man. "What the hell are you doing with the love of my life, my angelf!?" He said locking you into his embrace. You told him that the person helped you and you just thanked the poor man. But knowing Sanji he didn't listen. He immediately screamed at the guy for touching you and the guy just left. "Your. Mine!" He said hugging you tight.
Zoro
~Zoro would be stunned. Looking at you with someone else and kissing his cheeks. He let out a sigh. As he aprouched you. He pulled your hand and hold your waist. You got a small blush on your cheeks. "I finally found you love." he said as he hold your waist more tightly. That guy noticed that Zoro wanted him to leave he felt Zoro getting more pissed, so guy just left scared. "Do that again, and you'll be punished." he whisperd in your ear.
Law
~He will be surprised seeing you with another guy kissing his damn cheeks. Law calmly approuched the two of you and asked you who the guy was. You explained to him that he just helped you out with something. But he seemed not listening to you. he just gave the man a death glare telling the man to run or he'll split him in two. That guy immediately turned to you and bowed and ran for his life. Law then turned to you and pinched your cheeks. "If I ever see you doing that again, I promise, you won't be walking for the next 2 weeks." He said as he walked away.
Killer
~Killer would be sad and mad at the same time. After all your his girl. He saw you kissing that guy's cheeks, and he felt as if he wasn't enough. While you where talking to that guy, you felt a pair of hands on your waist. "What are you doing love?" Killer asked with a low voice. You explained him what happened. He felt a little relief rush over him, but told the guy to leave or else he would split his whole body in two. The guy left immediately. "Love don't do that again, cause I will not hold back next time." he said while hugging you tight.
Perospero
~He would be surprised seeing you, kissing another man his cheeks and not the one of your husbands. He aprouched you eyes fixed on the scene before him. "Sweetnes, what are you doing? Peroin~" You tried to explain him, why and what happened. But he didn't listen to you he only tought of many ways to kill this man, for touching his beloved wife. "Look, I give you 3 seconds to turn around and leave, or else I'll turn you in to candy and lick u up till your just a tiny little piece of candy." He said calmly, the guy immediately ran away scared. "Sweetnes, try not to do this next time, cause i will assure you that you will not be walking for the next three days. Peroin~" He said while hugging you.
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Hello, is everything ok? You could do some Perospero headcanons with a girl her age, they have really liked each other since they were children, but they grew up far from each other and now they have found each other again
hay sorry it took me so long to answer you. I've been having major writer's block. I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but I hope you still enjoy it :D
Perospero’s breath caught in his throat, as he read over the newspaper. In big bold letters right at the top read, World Famous Pastry chef Coming to Totto Land. the picture next to it showed the face of a smiling woman in a chef’s outfit. Shed aged but he knew for certain it had to be (y/n) (l/n), and she was coming back to totto land. He couldn't help but smile.
He hadn't seen her in decades. He closed his eyes, he could still see her face, still hear her laugh, even after all this time shed never truly let the memory of her fade. His thoughts traveled to the last time he'd seen her. He was in his twenties, Hed stood on the docs waving her goodbye. Though it broke his heart he’d told her to go, encouraged her to follow her passions. Take the internship. He loved her. He loved her so much. That's why he had let her leave him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. God he wished she had chosen to stay. Chose him.
“What’s got you so upset?” Oven asked his brother.
“(y/n)’s coming back,” Prospero answered wiping the tears from his eyes, a grin forming on his lips. How had life treated her? What stories would she have to tell him?
“That floozie?” oven snorted. He remembered how Perospero had locked himself away for weeks after she’d left. He could never forgive that woman for hurting his brother like she had.
“Oh don't call her that.” Pereospero huffed rolling his eyes. Running a hand through his long hair, “It's not like she ran off chasing some man. She was following her dreams.”
Oven rolled his eyes, “she turned her back on you, and the family doesn't matter what it was for.”
“I told her to go,” Perospero answered with a roll of his eyes. “Hardly call that her turning her back on us.”
“Dosen't matter, but she aged like milk anyway, you can do better.” Oven grunted.
Perospero laughed studying the image of (y/n)’s smiling face, “no she's aged like a fine wine.” he said as he showed oven the picture, “like an expensive vintage.”
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It had taken decades, but finally, she could come home. She was now a chef and baker worthy of being among the ranks of Lin Lin’s kitchen. That was half the reason she’d run off to study under the finest chefs and bakers. The other half was a mix of wanting to be someone Perospero could be proud of and a love of the craft. She had never been anything other than a street rat when he’d known her but still, he had loved her.
She closed her eyes and pictured his face, not the one on his wanted posters, but the one she had held and kissed. His warm chocolate eyes, the way the corner of his eyes and the bridge of his nose crinkled when he laughed. He had always believed in her. So many times she had closed her eyes and remembered nothing but the whispered encouragements he’d told her thinking she was asleep. Those words were what kept her going.
She knew she had no right to his heart anymore. She wasn't insane. She would always love the man who had done everything to let her spread her wings and fly. But who knows if he was still that man. All she wanted was to tell him in person how thankful she was for all he’d done for her. She hoped he had lived a wonderful life. Found another love. Maby he had even had children. That thought made a smile stretch across her lips.
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(y/n) stood in her new bakery, right on Whole Cake Island. It was empty. But looking around it she knew it was the perfect place to live the rest of her life. She could picture the tables and lovely decorations, she knew she'd have navy blue curtains with polka dots. This would be her home.
“You still get lost in your head.” a soft chuckle broke (y/n) from her thoughts.
She spun around to see the one person she'd been both terrified and utterly over the moon to see. The shocked look on her face melted into a smile, “It's still a maze up hear.” she jokingly knocked on her head, “Actuly might be an even worse of a maze now.”
Perospero laughed, she really had aged well. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were deep, showing she’d spent quite a lot of time smiling, and she had some sun spots on her skin but it only made her look refined. Her once vibrant (h/c) hair now had steeks of gray in it. “I'd be shocked to find your mind as anything less than a maze.” he paused a moment. Lost in the moment. Hed expected it to feel more awkward but it felt natural, “So the world-famous, (Y/n) (l/n) has made the decision to open up shop on little old Whole Cake island?”
“Lin Lin was thrilled to have me open up here.” (y/n) paused before murmuring under her breath, “Old bat didn't even recognize me. Like shed whipped the memory of me being glued to your side for almost 7 years”
Prosper snorted, “Now, now, be nice to my mother.” he chided.
“Ma’am’s boy,” Mel jeered.
The pair looked at each other for a long moment. Then they both laughed, laughed like they were back in their twenties. Yes, so much time had passed but they were largely the same people they had been.
“So tell me did you find yourself a pretty little wife or did your dear old mom marry you off for political gain?” (y/n) asked as she regained a bit of composure.
“I never did get married,” Perospero answered. He did not want to hold his breath in hoping she might say the same thing, “After you left my positions in the big mom pirates really grew. And when you work with your family there is no healthy work-life balance.” he paused, “So, when do I get to meet the man that managed to steel your heart?” he asked trying his best to sound playful.
“I've had a fling or two but never did I find someone I clicked with like I did you,” (y/n) answered stepping closer to him.
Silence filled the air. The possibility of what could have been hanging heavy. What their lives might have been if (y/n) had stayed.
“Do you ever regret your choice?” Prospero asked his throat feeling dry.
(y/n) closed the space between them taking his hands into hers. She looked deep into his eyes, the same chocolate eyes that could see straight threw her, “I wanted to be someone you could be proud to call yours. I thought when id left it would be only a few years. Then I'd come back and be someone you could have been proud to have at your side.”
Perospero squeezed her hands, “I was always proud to call you mine.”
“I think back to that day. Think about what we would have been if I'd never gotten on that ship. And every time the daydream ends up having a bad ending. If i’d stayed and became your wife. No matter how much we loved each other, your family would have always gotten in the way.” the way (y/n) spoke made it clear that this was a lie she’d convinced herself of—a lie to comfort her.
Perospero wanted to bite back and tell her she was wrong but he could see it in her eyes, she needed that to be true. She needed the lie to be true so she didn't regret the life she had led, “what about now?” he asked in a soft whisper, “if we had a relationship now how might that end?”
Mel chuckled, “Only one way to find out” She looked down at her feet, “If you want to give it a try that is?”
Just like that Perospero could feel his pulse in his ears, even after 30 years she could still make his heart race. He swept her off her feet kissing her, “I couldn't want anything more.”
Important to understand the context of this One Piece omegaverse
In the One Piece universe, omegas are captured and sold, and there are large omegas houses where the alphas choose the omegas they want from among many. The celestial dragons, as you might expect, also hunt them down and are their main buyers, in addition to the world government which keeps a private stock of omegas as a way of rewarding its officers. All this trafficking makes it almost impossible to find an omega in the wild, which makes them seem much rarer than they really are.
Outside the grand line they are basically impossible to find and although the grand line is more dangerous some countries manage to establish policies to protect some of their omegas. In this world there are mates who are destined to be, the mark on an omega is permanent and many omegas can recognize their mates just by looking at them or their image. This identification is not always so easy as trauma can often affect it. Mates are a source of strength for each other and this is another reason why the government retains them, the omega of a powerful pirate should never fall into the hands of the same. That's why the government uses it as a trap or simply offers it to a celestial dragon. The omega houses are the exception, as they simply try to sell the omega at the highest price many pirates are willing to pay. On the other hand, the revolutionary army is actively fighting for the liberation and rights of the omegas.
Beasts is a type of omega only of the human race, and there are no beasts of other species. Beasts have wolf ears and tails and, after developing a loving relationship with their alphas, are able to transform into powerful wolves. Beasts are the rarest and most desired of the omegas because: from birth you know that they will be omegas, making their disguise more difficult and their capture easier, they are always the mate of a powerful alpha. Mates are always of the same species.
Autor’s note: This text is intended to give context to my version of the world of one piece with omegas, everything written is common knowledge and may be contradicted or updated as the stories progress. I recommend reading all the stories in the order presented, because apart from the romance, all the stories are interconnected and have a level of progression.
Looking now I see that in all the x reader I wrote Y/n was always a beast but being honest there is no way any of the characters I wrote have an omega that is not a beast
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Trust [Alpha Trafalgar Law x omega reader]
summary: Y/n is an omega, predestined mate of the alpha pirate Trafalgar Law. She was trapped in the omegas trade and her only way out was to be sold, but for some reason Law had rejected her. And now?
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Wishes and Wrongs - [Alpha Charlotte Perospero x omega reader] - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Final
summary: Living as the daughter of the vice admiral was not easy for Y/n. Being an omega, she was constantly demeaned and devalued by her own father. But what happens when she discovers that her predestined mate is the eldest son of the infamous Younku Big Mom?
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Fanclub - [Alpha Charlotte Katakuri x omega reader] - Part 1, Part 2 - Final
summary: Y/n was a beast who lived disguised as an beta, she had been serving Big Mom for years by the time Keiko, Perospero's omega, arrived. Now finding the companions of her strongest children interested Big Mom and Y/n knew she was Katakuri's omega. However unlike him she was not perfect, having her as a mate would only tarnish his image. It's better to keep everything as it is...right?
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Pirate Queen - [Alpha Luffy x omega reader] - Part 1, Part 2 - Final, Part 3 - Extra
summary: Y/n was just another omega in the government's omega pool, but unlike others she didn't seem to have given up hope of ever finding her mate who would love and protect her. What will happen when the government finally hands her over to a high-ranking navy officer?
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Different species - [Alpha Marco x Lunarian Omega reader] - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Final, Part 4 - Extra (in progress)
summary: Y/n was an omega lunarian that Whitebeard's pirates had rescued and Marco a human alpha, according to what everyone knows there are no mates of different species. But if they couldn't be mates why was their whole being screaming that they belonged to each other?
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Defective - [Alpha!Portgas D. Ace x Omega! reader]- Part 1, Part 2 - Final, Part 3 - Extra
summary: After escaping an arranged marriage in his home village, Y/n joins the pirates of Whitebeard, one of the few or even the only crew where an unmarked omega can live normally. Omega? Maybe she shouldn't even call herself one, she was a beast but no one else knew it because she didn't smell like one. Still, Portgas D. Ace was the only one who caught her eye, a strong but gentle and mischievous alpha who was actually her mate. Unfortunately for Y/n, she could never be worthy of an alpha like him.
In a few months, I will return to this series with these works:
Pink - [Alpha Koby x omega reader]
Cage - [Alpha Sanji Vismoke x omega reader]
Slave - [Alpha Sabo x omega reader]
The Way To Be The Best Swordsman - [Alpha Zoro x omega reader]
No date scheduled:
Learn to be kind - [Alpha Eustass Captain Kid x omega reader]
The Beginning - [Alpha Corazon x omega reader]
(No title yet) - [Alpha Shanks x omega reader]
(No title yet) - [Alpha King/Albert x lunarian omega reader]
(No title yet) - [Alpha Ichiji Vismoke x omega reader]
(No title yet) - [Alpha Niji Vismoke x omega reader]
(No title yet) - [Alpha Younji Vismoke x omega reader]
Ship: PerosperoXAFAB!Reader (Perospero regularly refers to reader as ‘Wife’, but otherwise addresses them as nonbinary).
Warnings: Spanking, teasing, name calling, praise kink, light degradation, oral sex, and rough sex.
Also, I decided that the blue polka dot thing was like, a bandana of some kind and that he actually has pink curls he hides.
Word Count: 4,016
@theluckychemist
Perospero couldn’t quite help the deep, dramatic sigh as he closed the door behind him. It had been a long few weeks running an errand for his mother across the Grand Line. Still, he supposed it was worth it since she was unlikely to ask anything more of him for at least a few months. Leaving him plenty of time to attend to more personal matters. Matters such as his sweet, new wife. Their honeymoon barely over before he had been called away.
Truth be told, he didn’t expect much from the marriage when his mother first declared it. He knew he was likely to be married to someone eventually. For one reason or another. Meeting his new bride as they walked down the aisle in a delicate, frilly white dress was about what he expected as far as first meetings go. A bit flustered and nervous—not that he could blame his sweet roll, as he was hardly the easiest on the eyes out of his many, many siblings—they nevertheless held themselves wonderfully during the proceedings.
Perospero chuckled fondly at the memory of their wedding night. A bit tense at first because they were quite literally complete strangers, things were quick to melt into a blissful and sweet night, like cotton candy on his tongue. Neither of them knew quite what to make of the other but decided the best course of action was to give their marriage an honest try. They were stuck together now, after all, like taffy.
His siblings may be spread over the seas and their relationships sometimes quite… strained, to say nothing of his own mother, but he can trust that his wife would be there for him. And, miraculously, they turned out to be a fine match after all. His precious gum drop was as sweet as the candy he freely manipulated as well as patient and understanding. A perfect counter to his temper and slight sadistic tendencies. Despite his own reservations, he found himself thinking longingly of them during his absence. Many small things went wrong along the way and he yearned to speak frankly about them with his sweet roll.
No pressure to perform.
No threats if he fails to exceed expectations.
Just a quiet, warm presence by his side, humming understandingly as he unwound from his frustrations.
So yeah. It was really fucking great to be home again.
Perospero quietly shunted off his jacket and hat, placing his boots by the door next to a familiar pair of shoes that his sweet roll preferred. His bandana tucked away on a hook to prevent wrinkles, letting his short pink curls hang freely. His shoulders slumped as his chest heaved with a satisfied sigh. All of his stress just… washed away. This was him home. There was no need for pretenses or masks.
All his wife asked of him was loyalty and honesty. No titles or power standoffs. It was both of their house. His sweet roll was allowed to be themselves here and so was he. To be honest, he was still pretty damn sure he was getting the better part of the bargain, regardless of him being the obvious breadwinner. So, any chance he gets now, he seeks small tokens of affection for his wife.
Mere trinkets, really, but with so little time to truly get to know each other it would have to do. He reached back into his jacket and removed a box. He smiled softly at the delicately wrapped gift that fit in his hand easily for a moment. He couldn’t help himself when he saw it. This was going to be there first Christmas together and he planned on making it as special as he could.
Perospero walked into the small manor he called his home after the wedding—partly a gift to his wife as well to prove they’d be provided for as was their right—and flagged down a servant.
“I have returned. Where is my sweet roll?” The maid blinked for a moment and tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Welcome back, sir. I believe your wife is napping by the tree. We’ve decorated already and they’re quite fond of the guest lounge.” The maid explained. Perospero arched a brow.
“On the floor?” He asked sharply. The maid’s face whitened and she shook her head.
“Of course not! There’s a lovely chaise and seating for your wife to choose from in case either of you plan on having guests for the holiday or give gifts from under the tree!” The maid hurriedly explained, the small fire of his temper cooling quickly.
“Oh! But of course, how sweet and thoughtful! Probably my gum drop’s idea… Ah. You’re all excused for the rest of the day once you’ve finished whatever chore you’re already doing. I’d like to spend time with my sweet roll alone.” Perospero declared. The maid was quick scurry off.
He expected the manor would be empty within the hour, none willing to risk him changing his mind. Which was exactly what he hoped would happen.
Thankfully, Perospero already knew exactly which room the maid was referring to. His house shoes clicking across the polished floors as he made his way to his wife.
The guest lounge, Perospero found, was decorated with traditional greenery and complimented with cute, sugary-styled embellishments. Frosted garland and candy cane striped tinsel hung from the shelves and over the mantle. Twinkling lights in soft colors peaking through the false greenery. Cinnamon sticks bundles hung over the fireplace next to stockings with both of their names embroidered on the surface. His was already filled with… well, something though he wouldn’t know for sure until he checked.
The tree though, was the real centerpiece of the room. Set a safe distance from the fireplace, with a fluffy yellow tree skirt, was a massive and thick evergreen tree. Candy and candy shaped ornaments decorated the limbs alongside striped tinsel that wound up the tree. A star settled at the top, reflecting the light beautifully. He noted there were several wrapped presents already under the tree. It seemed he had some catching up to do in that aspect.
Briefly, he wondered if his wife was competitive when it comes to presents. He looked forward to finding out. And soundly beating his sweet roll.
Perospero glanced over the chaise and sighed. As he had been told, his wife was sleeping. Laid out across the cushions with a light blanket pulled over their shoulder. Their face smooshed into a pillow as they sighed, nuzzling the soft fabric. He set down the box on the mantle and quietly walked over, brushing his knuckles over their warm cheek fondly. After some consideration, he moved to pick up his wife and his foot nudged something.
Glancing down, he paused.
It was a book. Well worn and with a gilded bookmark slotted between the pages. He didn’t recognize the paperback novel at all. He didn’t even know his wife read books. Smirking at the fortuitous stroke of luck, he plucked it from the rug and looked at the cover.
Shockingly, it was a shirtless man and a woman in a flowing gown in his arms. The title a flowing cursive across the shameless image. Perospero snorted softly, still mindful of his sleeping wife. He glanced at the back and read it over. Standard fair romance novel, by all appearances. And clearly not a new purchase either. Oh, how adorable.
His sweet roll was a romantic.
He could work with that.
Perospero snooped a bit more and looked at the page that his wife had left off on. The end of a sex scene—oh isn’t that promising?—and he simply refused to resist the impulse to flick through the pages more.
The nasty grin that donned his lips would have struck fear in the hearts of anyone that looked upon him.
But no one did. The manor was empty and his wife was still sound asleep after all.
It seemed as though he had some preparations to take care of. Mainly slipping into something more comfortable.
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Awareness filtered in slowly. The smell of cinnamon, vanilla, and sugar was thick in the air. Your body was warm and comfortable, your head placed in someone’s lap. Their hand carding through your hair as their nails sent tingles down your spine. You still felt heavy and you weren’t ready to get up.
The chaise was unfairly comfortable and far less lonely to sleep on than the massive, empty bed you shared with your husband. You could hardly begrudge his absence but you could certainly miss his presence.
A sigh escaped your lips and you buried your nose in the soft pants that smelled like candy. Mostly of the sweet variety but there was a mix of sour notes… much like your husband, actually. Confused, you rubbed your eyes and looked up at the person you were previously sleeping soundly on.
Surprisingly, it was in fact your husband. Perospero’s hand trailed down to cradle your face as he looked away from the book he held in the other hand. His smile was soft and warm with a strange edge to it.
“Why, good morning my precious little sweet roll~!” Perospero sang. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“Pero, when did you get back?” You asked, voice a little rough from sleep. Your husband chuckled.
“Just a bit ago. I excused the staff so it’s just the two of us now.” Perospero tilted his head as his grin turned sharp. His hand swept back to your hair and pulled, forcing you to look up at him completely. The action sending sparks across your skin. “I didn’t want them to know how naughty you’ve been after all.”
Your brows scrunched up in confusion.
“Pero?” You asked faintly, unsure what he was talking about. But he merely kept a firm hold of your hair and gave a condescending laugh.
“We have so few household rules, my dear gum drop.” His eyes narrowed as his voice dropped to a low, growl. “Are we not to be honest with each other?”
His wrist curled as he flashed the cover of your book at you. Instantly, your face flushed with embarrassment. You did not mean for him to see that.
Given the circumstances of your union, there wasn’t much you could ask for. It was, primarily, a business transaction after all. But you still yearned for the romance and passion of more… enthusiastic unions. And you believed you could get there! You’d both barely been married for two months—you hardly expected a whirlwind romance from someone so busy! Especially given his family… Though you daydreamed writing a wish list of what you wanted from your new husband.
Ultimately, embarrassment kept you from writing anything at all. Including wanted your husband to bend you over and rail you into next year.
“Ah! P-Pero--!” The book lightly smacked your forehead as he chuckled.
“None of those pretty little excuses now. It’s far too late for that.” Your husband warned as he tossed the book onto the coffee table. He pulled you up over his lap with firm hands, forcing you to lay your stomach over his thighs. Startled, you grasped the arm rest and turned to look at him. His cinnamon brown eyes narrowed at you as he smiled with a delightfully wicked curve of his lips.
A hand came to rest over your lower back, forcing you to stay put as he pulled your pants down over the curve of your ass.
Shocked, you realized where this was going. Your husband keenly aware of the growing heat in your cheeks as your eyes widened.
Smack!
“P-Pero!” You yelped as he smacked your ass hard. Nowhere near as hard as he certainly could, but hard enough to smart. Enough to burn.
Your heart shuddered in your chest as you gasped, a second slap quickly following, forcing you to jolt in surprise.
Smack!
“Feeling sorry, sweet roll?” Perospero cooed. He caressed the growing heat on your ass tenderly, drifting down your thighs as if to soothe you before striking again. Harder.
Smack!
“Yes!” You gasped, nails digging into the chaise as liquid heat settled in your body. You got the impression he was far from angry with you.
“Good~” Perospero teased, settling his hand on your ass again. Rubbing the sore skin before skimming his fingers between your thighs. Pressing up against your bare cunt. “What a lewd gum drop I have here. Dripping wet after a bit of rough handling. You’re so lucky I’m so very understanding, sweet roll. I could keep going with your punishment for hours for trying to hide this side of you from me. Oh… but you’d like that, wouldn’t you honey drop?”
SLAP!
“Y-YES! O-Ohhh oh p-p-please Pero~!” You sighed, wriggling on his thigh as a needy heat built up in your body.
Slap!
“Oh, you make it so hard to cherish you like I want to, sweet roll.” He sighed, carefully teasing your clit with the tip of a nail. Without thought, you arched your back for him. Your husband eagerly swept his hand under your shirt to trace the shape of your spine. “Do you want to be cherished as my wife deserves or punished like a slut?”
You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose.
“O-Ohhh, Pero—” His hand left your cunt.
Slap!
“Tsk tsk, honey drop. I didn’t tell you to beg. Ehehe~ Not yet at least. I asked a simple question of you… are you already so needy you’d take anything I give you?” Perospero asked seductively.
“Yes! I-I w-want… oooohh Pero—A-Anything~! I’ll take anything y-you give me!” You buried your face into the cushioned arm rest in mortification. Horrified and more turned on than you expected.
“Oh.” He whispered. His hand curled up your scalp and grasped your hair firmly before slowly pulling back. Forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes and your face almost as hot as your ass. “I quite like that response, honey drop. But are you sure you can take it?”
Trying to not was useless with his hand still in your hair.
“I-If it’s you, I can.” You breathed out, reaching up to cradle his cheek. He was startled, instinctively leaning into your warm hand as you teased the pink curls that escaped from behind his ear. His sharp smile softened as he broke for a moment. Turning his head to kiss your palm gently. Gaze hot as he sighed.
SLAP!
“Then you better thank me for treating you so well, sweet roll. And remember. You asked for this.” You cried out as he littered your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. Refusing to let you hide your face as tears pricked your eyes increasingly with every blow. His eyes never leaving you as he grinned.
You began to sob and keen under his relentless assault. Completely aware that you were starting to drip from sheer arousal.
“T-Thank yo—oh~!—u P-Per-roh! Ah! I-I—Yes! Y-Yes! I-I love you! D-Don’t s-stop, o-oh please do-oh-n’t stop~!” Your voice silenced by his thick tongue slipping between your lips. Tangling and stealing your breath as you moaned.
It was only when you were trembling that he stopped, letting you go entirely to flip you over and hook your knees on his arms. Slotting between your thighs as he inspected the drooling mess between them. He licked his lips with a dirty laugh.
“You’re like a little honey pot. All for me to lick clean, isn’t that right, sweet roll?” You nodded your head furiously as he dipped his head in close. “Then I better get started.”
Rather than diving right in, your husband lapped at the source of your cream. Pressing the tip of his tongue in and up to flick your clit before dipping back down again like he was intent on milking your arousal’s slow drip. Tongue slipping to your thighs where excess has trailed down during his ‘punishment’. Your thighs began to shake under his attention, clenching in an attempt to shut him out of your sensitive cunt, but his hands under your knees stopped you.
You gasped, arching your back and pressing your bruised ass into the seat when he breached you with his thick tongue. Splitting you open relentlessly in a slow, steady encroachment until he filled you completely. And you were dizzy with the certainty that he still had a lot of tongue left. Proven when he curled it inward and kept going. Spreading apart your walls sweetly with slick, lewd sounds and satisfied moans.
You couldn’t help reaching down and grasping his precious pink curls, like you had any control over how long he stayed between your thighs. And he knew how fruitless your efforts were, too. His eyes bright with cruel amusement.
Your pleasure, that hard roll of heat in your cunt and sparks along your skin? All at his sufferance. Only because he allowed it. Relished the broken moans and the way you squeezed his tongue with your pussy.
And the knowledge made you breathless with lust. Already quivering in his hold as you jerked. Racing towards the edge as he fucked you with his tangled tongue in your cunt. Mockingly mimicking what his cock would do to you next. And you’d take every inch with a smile.
Slowly, he pulled back, tongue still rolled up to provide a stretch to your opening. Sticking and teasing your rim in slow rolls before pulling out completely with a smack of his lips and a pleased hum. Your hands in his hair were ignored, of course, as his body loomed back over you. He dropped one of your knees to brace himself on his forearm over your head. Cock pressed against your soaked cunt as he rocked his hips. Fucking you in a steady rhythm as he spread your slick over his skin.
“W-what do we say, honey drop?” Your husband whispered.
“Thank you.” You sighed, your husband giving you a lewd grin as he pulled his hips back before slamming into your thighs. The ache started up quickly between your bruised ass and the harsh stretch of his cock. But rather than cry out in pain you moaned. “Hahnnngh~!”
He withdrew from you slowly, ensuring you felt every inch leave your pulsing walls before slamming back in again.
Slap!
And again.
Slap!
A steady rhythm as he fucked you deep without remorse. You were crying again. Pleasure so harsh you weren’t sure if you were trembling or if your cunt was quivering around his cock. Hot and heavy waves pulling you under as you moaned, wet cream dripping from you down to the chaise with every thrust. And Perospero’s eyes and grin never left you. Taking in your face with a ravenous expression.
“This dumb, fucked out expression s-suits you, sweet roll. I find myself annoyed I didn’t get to see it sooner. But no matter—Hngh~!” He sighed, adjusting his hips to force your ass up higher, slowly bending you in half. “Now that I know, I can see it whenever I want. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-Yes! P-Pero~!” You keened, trembling uncontrollably.
“So perfect. ‘Yes’ and ‘Pero’. Is that all my pretty slut of a wife can say? Not a bad range but I think we can do better. Unless you’re too drunk on my cock to ask for more. Or even for me to fuck you harder.” Perospero teased cruelly, licking up your tears with a sadistic grin. “Maybe if I like how pathetic you sound I’ll do it.” He mused.
“P-Please! H-Harder! O-Oh Pero please!” He clicked his tongue, slamming his hips into your ass and shoving your knee up against your shoulder.
“There goes your favorite words again. Go on, gum drop. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Perospero cooed with narrowed eyes. Leaning over you until you were forced to look him directly in the eyes. Every soft pant brushing your lips as overstimulated tears fell.
You shut your eyes and gave a shuddering sigh, squirming under the heavy weight of his cock in your body. Gathering yourself and willing the trembles to stop.
You opened your eyes to find him gazing down at you fondly and with open sexual interest. Not that you needed to look at him to know how hard he was.
“P-Please fuck me hard Pero-baby. I-I n-need you to fuck me hard.” You flushed hotly as your lips trembled. “Love you so much, won’t you please give it to me.”
You felt him tremble at your soft plea, a deep snarl curling up his chest as he grinned.
Slap!
His hips slammed into you again as he resumed his deep thrusts. Your body aching under the heavy strain but you wanted more. You wanted so much more.
“I love you too, my pretty sweet roll.” Your husband whispered, letting go of your leg to palm your ass. Bracing you against his thrusts before slapping the tender skin again.
Slap!
And again when you screamed, cumming hard on his cock, hot liquid shooting out and down your chest.
Slap!
Your moans were stifled under his tongue as he kissed you deep with a snarl. His hips slammed into you as his cock twitched, your body overflowing with your combined release. His cock continued to ride out every hot spurt with a small thrust as he slowly picked you up and turned over. Letting you lay on his drenched shirt while you both panted into the kiss he refused to release you from.
Desperate clashes of tongues turned into slow, sensual withdrawals. Lips pulling away only to be drawn back again as your heart settled. Until eventually you were able to rest your head on his chest, completely relaxed despite his soft cock resting in your body. Your eyes drifted shut as his hand carded through your hair with a pleased smile.
Something rattled in front of you.
You opened your eyes to a small box wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon.
“Hmm?” You hummed, reaching up shakily to take the box from the platform of azure sugar. Clumsily, you removed the bow and opened the box. Tugging on the gold string to reveal the weighty prize.
A pink glass heart with wings and a halo made out of peppermint colored class. A gold plate shaped like a curling ribbon held your names and the year with a ‘#1’ on the front.
“A gift. For our first Christmas together.” Your husband whispered, his every word echoing in your ear as it pressed against his shirt. “For my sweet and lovely wife, who I love more than anything.” Your head shot up and looked at him in shock.
Sure, you said it. But… you didn’t expect your capricious husband to say it for at least another year. His thumb brushed away a stray tear as you beamed.
“I love you too, Pero.” You whispered, relishing the contact for a moment longer. “I should put this on the tree.” You moved to get up, his cock slipping from you as you both suddenly moaned. Your hand twitching as he dragged across your sensitive walls.
His hand pressed down on your ass in warning.
“Don’t move unless you want to go again, sweet roll.” He warned, waving a hand as a tendril of candy curled around your gift and hung it on the tree across the room.
You laughed softly with a smirk.
Then you undulated your hips, dislodging your husband’s cock with a slew of mixed fluids. Triggering a deep groan.
“Do I have to beg again, Pero-baby?”
His eyes flashed with fire as he smirked.
“Oh no. You’ve made yourself clear… to stop on the other hand might require that sweet tongue of yours.” Perospero kissed you hard, whispering against your lips as he grabbed your hips. Forcing his cock to slam back up into you. “Remember. You asked for this.”
Looks like you didn’t need to write a wish list after all.
