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Day 9 - Lump of Coal Wire + Punishment

Tags: afab she/her reader, depreciation, deepthroating, throatpie, throat fucking, rough, dacryphilia, subxdom relationship, masturbation

WC: 1.3k

“Breathe through your nose princess,” Wire commanded as he sank inside you, “there you go, see? I said you could take the whole thing. Stay still for me.”

You were sitting on the floor with your back against the bed, your head lolled back to rest on the mattress, as Wire loomed over you with a leg either side, his long cock deep down your throat, his balls against your chin. “Just like that,” he groaned as you choked on his cock and drool dripped from the corners of your mouth, “gag on it sweetheart, that feels so good.”

Wire's palms were flat against the bed, his legs straightened as he made shallow thrusts into your mouth, making sure to keep it as deep as possible before pulling out with a groan, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his cock as you gasped for breath. He pushed it back in, giving your face a few quick deep strokes, pulling away for you to breathe, and repeating. Every now and then he thrusted harder, making you gag as his length filled your throat, tears dripping down your face. Sometimes he stayed there, letting you choke on his length before pulling away.

Your wrists were bound over your chest, and all you could do was squeeze your hands together in comfort to yourself as Wire used your mouth as he pleased. Your cunt ached, unable to touch it, but this was all part of your punishment. He'd caught you red handed, masturbating when he'd specifically told you not to. You'd spent the last two days in a chastity belt, unable to touch yourself, Wire purposefully teasing you only to leave you unsatisfied. Finally, he'd taken the belt off, giving you hope that your torture was over, only to bind your wrists and stick his cock down your throat.

He let you breathe again, before settling into a hard fast pace that had you whimpering and choking, drool now dripping at a steady pace down the sides of your chin, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. “Such a pretty cocksleeve,” Wire cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek and licking it from his thumb, “that's it baby let me see those tears.”

You whined and squeezed your eyes shut as he held his cock in your mouth, waiting for you to choke around it several times before he let you breathe again. His hand wove under your head and gripped the back of your hair, holding your head steady as he fucked into your mouth. Space to breathe again, rinse, repeat. Every time he pulled away the string of spit that connected you to him would snap and drip down your chest, a stream of saliva running between your breasts and down your abdomen.

He gripped your head with both hands and moved it back and forth, using you like a fleshlight to jerk himself off, your throat contracting around him as you choked, making him groan at the added pressure. Your legs squirmed against the floor, you desperately wished it was your cunt he was fucking instead. “Stop moving or the belt goes back on,” he growled. You quickly obeyed, fearful of another two days without the opportunity to cum. You needed it so bad at this point, you would do anything he asked.

“Why couldn't you be this obedient for me before?” Wire tsk'd when you stilled, “it's like you wanted me to punish you.”

He fucked your throat hard and fast again, sometimes alternating back to moving your head instead of his hips, sometimes doing both for deeper, faster thrusts. Each time you gasped for air, he ran the head of his cock over your chin and cheeks, collecting your drool and tears and spreading them before resheathing himself in your throat.

“That's it, just like that,” Wire groaned, “I'm gonna give you my load and you're gonna be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

Wire's pace started to get erratic as he got close, making sloppy thrusts into your mouth, until he stilled with his cock right to the base, hot cum flooding your throat as he groaned. You choked and gagged on it, but he kept going in what seemed like an endless orgasm, making a few shallow thrusts to finish himself off before finally pulling out. He slapped your cheek appreciatively with his cock before leaving you gasping, your eyes still squeezed shut. He'd cum so deep down your throat that you'd had no choice but to swallow, barely even tasting it with how far down his long cock reached.

Something thudded on the carpet in front of you, and you opened your eyes as Wire made himself comfortable in an armchair facing you, a small towel over his cock that he'd used to wipe your spit off with. You looked at what he'd thrown, a cylindrical pillow with a silicone grinding pad strapped to it. You looked at him for clarification, or perhaps permission.

“You want to get off so bad?” Wire asked, “Go ahead and show me what a desperate little slut you are. Go on, show me.”

You quickly mounted the pillow, your cunt dripping with need and desperate for friction. The bumps on the grind pad felt so good against your pussy as you humped it like a bitch in heat, moaning unabashedly. Usually you might have felt a little more embarrassed about getting yourself off with Wire watching you so carefully with his sharp eyes, but you were so desperate to cum you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Your bound hands rested against the long pillow for support as you rolled your hips, putting as much weight into your grinding as possible.

“Look at you, desperate whore, still covered in your own spit after letting me use you,” Wire said cruelly, “I should have made you fuck the ship railing, let everyone see what a needy little bitch you are.”

You whined and felt yourself getting close, but you knew better than to do so without permission. You looked at Wire pleadingly, whimpering at the smug smile he gave you and the low chuckle he let out. “Need to cum already huh? Hmmm, I don't know if you deserve it. Maybe I should put the belt back on you.”

“Please, no!” You pleaded. You knew pandering to him would help your case, and right now you were certainly not above begging. “Please may I cum? Please? Please? I'll be such a good girl from now on, I promise!”

“Alright then,” Wire waved his hand dismissively, relaxing back into his chair and enjoying the show. “Since you make such a good cocksleeve, I'll let you cum.”

You let out a low wail as you shuddered against the grinding pad, pussy clenching around nothing as you came hard for the first time in days, calling out Wire's name, which pleased him greatly. You collapsed against the pillow, legs still quivering either side of it, before Wire carefully lifted you and placed you on the bed.

“Good girl, you did good,” he cooed. The mood had entirely shifted now, as it always did when a session was over. Wire was rough with you, but he always made sure to take good care of you afterwards. He unbound your wrists, pressing soft kisses to them, and handed you a glass of water from his side table. He cradled you to sit upright as you drank, taking the glass when you were done and running his hand through your sweat coated hair. “Catch your breath princess,” Wire said softly, “we'll have a bath in a minute but just breathe and relax for now, you did so well.”

You whimpered and nuzzled against his chest, his strong arms supporting you and rubbing your arm soothingly until he decided you were okay enough for him to leave to run the bath.

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Day 8 - He Sees You When You're Sleeping Heat + Somnophilia

Tags: afab she/her reader, voyeur heat, dubcon, knife play, blood play, femdom, blood as lube, biting, oral (receiving), felching, stalker behaviour

WC: 2.4k

The first time Heat saw you was just walking through the local market. The crew was docked for a few weeks, so he'd decided to have a look around. As soon as he saw you he'd decided in his head that he deserved you, that he could make you feel good, you just didn't know it yet. He followed you back to your home, grumbling to himself as he realised you lived in an apartment. It took him a while to figure out which windows belonged to you, but soon he was able to sit on a nearby roof and comfortably watch you go about your day. Sometimes he would find you during the day, and follow you as you went about your errands. Always from afar though, never interacting.

He returned each night, using the cover of darkness to hide himself as he watched you in your apartment. Luckily for him you never closed your curtains, you didn't think you had need when you lived on the third floor, with the only thing facing your windows being the roof of the building next door. At first he just watched, until one night you came out of your bathroom in a towel, plopped yourself down on your bed, and pleasured yourself. You used a dildo, and Heat touched himself watching you, jerking himself off at the same pace you were thrusting it into yourself and pretending it was him pleasuring you.

He decided then that tomorrow, he would help you out. You didn't seem to have a partner to pleasure you, and you clearly wanted it, so he would offer himself up. He'd already been planning how to get into your apartment over the last few days. You didn't lock your balcony door, almost like you were leaving it unlocked just for him.

He waited until you were asleep, he knew your bedtime routine well by now, and he snuck in skillfully, scaling the side of the building and sliding the balcony door slowly to minimize any sound. He spent a little while looking around your apartment first, picking things up and smelling them, opening your pantry and fridge to see what sort of food you liked, running his finger over the spines of the books on your shelf. Finally, after he decided he'd explored enough, he quietly made his way to your bedroom.

You were sleeping so peacefully on your side, one hand under your pillow, making soft snores. He examined your face carefully, he'd not seen you this close and you were even prettier now that he could see you better. He wished there was a bit more light, but at least with your curtains open the light pollution from the town did a decent job of illuminating the room.

Heat was already hard at this point, palming himself over his pants as he peeled away your blankets. He'd seen you go to sleep in a cropped singlet and panties, and he bit his lip seeing the lacey fabric framing your pleasantly round ass. The mattress dipped as he climbed up to kneel on it, and his hand breezed over the plump mound of your ass; your skin was so soft and made him groan. His hand travelled more, wanting to feel more of your velvet skin, running over your thighs and tummy. He froze as you groaned in your sleep, rolling on to your back, your legs parting as you bent one knee to be more comfortable, your hair falling over your face which stayed sideways on the pillow.

When he was sure you were still asleep, he brushed the stray hair from your face, wanting to see any small expression you'd make when he eventually pleasured you. With your legs slightly parted now he could see your clothed cunt through the transparent gusset of your panties, and your breasts now sat proudly on display. He peeled your shirt away from them, admiring your pert nipples as they hardened at the exposure to the cool air. He groped them gently, his cock leaking in his pants.

There were so many things he wanted to do to you, especially with your soft looking lips parted so invitingly for him, but he had convinced himself that this was all for your pleasure, that he was doing you a favour. His calloused fingers ran down your exposed tummy, enjoying the trail of goosebumps left behind, before coming to the band of your panties. He didn't think he could get them entirely off, but he didn't think you would mind if he ripped these ones. Tomorrow, once you accepted him, he'd take you shopping, spoil you rotten. Perhaps even bring you back to the ship and fuck you until you were too cock drunk to realise the ship had left port. He grabbed the panties firmly either side of the seam that connected the gusset and pulled, tearing them open and exposing your bare folds.

He ran his thumb over the center of them, running it through just the top of the valley, before spreading them open. He pushed your other leg to bend as well, so he could get a better look at your delicious cunt. There was a glistening to it, you must have gone to bed horny, poor thing. It was a good thing he was here to help you out. He played with your cunt a little bit, before flattening himself against the bed and licking a fat stripe between your folds. You were so sweet, and he struggled to not groan, grinding his erection against the mattress as he lapped at you. Your pussy leaked at the stimulation, and he pushed his tongue inside you to gather your honey, thrusting it in and out as he rolled your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You made soft moans in your sleep, your breathing steadily becoming quicker until your cunt gushed on Heat's tongue. He breathed a satisfied groan against your pussy, his cock spilling out in his pants as you came. You didn't have to worry though, he had the stamina to keep going, he wasn't done satisfying you.

He repositioned himself, pulling down his pants enough to expose his cock, spreading his cum down his shaft as he admired your pretty pussy that had puffed with the blood flow from arousal. Pleased with himself that your body wanted him, he carded his cock through your folds, before slowly sinking just the head inside you. He had to pause and take deep breaths, his cock sensitive from cumming and threatening to do it again at how warm and tight your insides were. Your pussy accepted him so easily, like it was made to take him.

Slowly he sank further inside you, until his pelvis was flush with yours. You stirred in your sleep, your brows furrowing, and he froze until your face relaxed again. He didn't want you to wake yet, he didn't need credit for what he was doing, he just wanted to make you feel good. He made an experimental thrust, and your mouth made a cute little ‘o’, so he did another. Bit by bit he increased the depth and pace of his thrusts, languidly fucking you while you moaned in your sleep. Your pussy fluttered around him, and he closed his eyes and groaned.

Something cold and sharp pressed to his neck, and with a surprised expression he opened his eyes, seeing you wide awake, a knife held against the skin that shielded his delicate artery. He froze, cock deep inside you, and you made a low growl at him.

“You better make me cum or I'm slitting your fucking throat,” you spat at him, “I know you were watching me, did you think haki was only for pirates and marines? Fucking pervert. All you pirates are the fucking same.”

“You-you knew?” Heat asked, a quiver to his voice. He still didn't move, and you pressed the knife harder against him, until the edge sliced through his skin and a thin trail of blood ran down his chest. He whimpered pathetically and you could sense exactly the sort of man he was. One that would be easy to manipulate and control, just how you liked them.

“Are you deaf, or just stupid?” You growled, “I said fuck me, either do it properly or you're never seeing daylight again. At least not alive. I'll peel your fucking face off and send it to that thick skulled captain of yours.”

Heat whimpered and started moving again, giving you deep thrusts a little faster than he was doing before. You rolled your hips to give him the hint to go harder, and he complied, grabbing your hips and groaning as he made hard thrusts. “Fuck, that's it, just like that,” you sighed, “fuck me nice and deep or this knife will end up deep inside you.”

Your threats were turning him on more than he thought, his dick twitching inside you as he whimpered and fucked you hard. Every movement made the knife bite more into his neck, and your eyes followed the trail of blood down his front to where it caught against his corset styled shirt. “Let's see what we're working with, shall we?” You remarked, before bringing the knife down to his belly, letting it slide against his skin as you dragged it up, slicing both him and the strings of his corset until the shirt fell open to reveal his tight muscles. Blood streamed from the shallow injury, trailing down his abdomen and catching against his cock, lubricating his movements. The sting made him whine, but without the knife at his throat he was able to fuck you harder, his fingers bruising as they sunk into the flesh on your hips.

“That's it, good boy,” you cooed, Heat groaning at your praise, “you like it when I cut you, huh? Maybe I'll carve my name on you when we're done, so you never forget how lucky you were to live, if I let you live.”

Heat made pathetic little sounds and his thrusts got sloppy. You got sick of laying there taking it so you used your strong thighs to roll him, pushing him to his back and straddling him, your knife against his belly. The wounds you'd given him were starting to clot, so you added more cuts, watching the blood drip down his sides and stain your sheets. He reached out to touch you, and you put the knife to his throat. “Keep your disgusting hands to yourself,” you growled as you rode him. Heat's chest looked wonderful with blood glistening over his muscles, and you ran your hands over him, admiring how well he was sculpted.

You gathered some of the blood on your hand, then you leaned back, resting your other hand against his thigh to support yourself and using his blood as lubricant to rub your clit. “Oh fuck,” Heat groaned, watching you use his blood to pleasure yourself. Both of you were covered in it, like you'd both just come from a battle. “Shut up,” you spat, “another word from you and I'll cut your dick off and keep it as a fancy dildo.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you at the threat, watching him bite his lip. He was trying his best not to cum but the shit you were saying and doing had him on edge since you'd woken up. You felt yourself getting close as well, so you put your knife aside and leaned forward, sinking your teeth into Heat's neck and growling as you came on his cock. He cried out and you felt his cum filling you, your pussy milking him dry.

“Tsk, disgusting,” you spat as you sat back up, using the back of your hand to wipe the blood from your mouth. Your bite was hard enough to pierce through his skin, an inflamed, bruised mark in the shape of your teeth left on his tattooed skin. You stood up, standing over him and letting his cum drip from your cunt, combining with the drying blood on his abdomen. “Clean it up, pig,” you growled, pointing your blade at him.

Heat let out a groan and grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you down until you were sitting firmly on his face. His tongue lapped and prodded at your cunt eagerly, and he buried it inside you and licked at your insides, his nose pressed hard against your clit, making you moan and grind against his face as he tried to reach as deep inside you as he could.

“Fuck, that's it, clean up all your disgusting pirate cum,” you moaned, “oh fuck I'm gonna cum again.”

You grabbed his hair hard and grinded fully against his nose and tongue, and he groped at the flesh of your thighs as he groaned against your cunt. “Take it, pirate scum,” you spat before gushing against his face, Heat eagerly lapping up everything you gave him. You sat fully against him as you finished, suffocating him with your pussy before he squirmed at the lack of air. He didn't try to remove you though, which made you smirk, he really was just as submissive as you thought he would be. Maybe you'd let him drop by a few more times before his crew's log pose reset.

He took a deep breath as you raised back off him, and you shimmied down his body until you were sitting over his softening cock. You took your knife and he watched with wide eyes as you carved your name in sanguine letters on his chest. When you were done, you licked the blade, then his chest, making him whimper, before standing suddenly.

“Get out,” you growled. He froze for a moment, before quickly scrambling off the bed. Before he could grab the handle to the bedroom door, you rushed at him, holding the knife to his throat and squeezing his face hard as you kissed him, forcing your tongue in his mouth which he gratefully accepted with a groan. “Come back tomorrow,” you purred in his ear, before pushing his face away and watching him rush out the apartment door looking like he'd been in a bad fight, his clothes in tatters and his body and hair caked with blood.

You chuckled to yourself, already making plans for tomorrow, before heading to your shower.

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For the event I decided on Baby it's cold outside, female reader or gn whatever you are more comfortable with, and Heat. Nsfw if you feel like it.

I love the idea for the event! 😊

Hi @nocturnalrorobin! Thank you for your request! I had never written for Heat before, and it was a pleasure to write this for you. I hope you’ll enjoy it ;)

Falling Snow, Rising Heat

Heat x fem!reader "Baby, it's could outside"

Word count: 1.780

Tags: fem!Reader, light NSFW, swearwords

Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

The sky was heavy with thick, gray clouds—the kind that promised hours of relentless snowfall. The Victoria Punk creaked softly as it cut through the icy waves, its wooden deck blanketed in a pristine layer of untouched snow. While the crew reveled in the warmth and chaos of the common room, the outside remained eerily quiet, save for the occasional groan of the ship or the distant roar of the sea.

You had sought refuge here, away from the laughter, shouting, and the constant buzz of energy that always seemed to fill the ship. The chill didn’t bother you; in fact, it calmed your thoughts and brought clarity. Leaning against the railing, you let your gaze drift across the endless expanse of gray water, your breath forming faint clouds in the crisp air.

The sound of heavy boots crunching through the snow broke your solitude. Turning around, you saw Heat approaching, his imposing figure cutting through the dull sky. Even wrapped in a thick coat, he exuded a commanding presence—a furnace of warmth that stood defiant against the biting cold.

He stopped a few paces away, arms crossed, his sharp gray eyes fixed on you.

"What the hell are you doing out here? Trying to freeze to death, or is this some sort of experiment?"

You smiled, unshaken by his gruff tone. "I needed some peace and quiet. And I like the cold. It’s... refreshing."

He rolled his eyes, stepping closer. "You’re the only person on this ship who’d call this frozen nightmare ‘refreshing.’ You’re going to end up an icicle out here."

"And you? Why are you here?" you countered, crossing your arms, a teasing smile curving your lips. "You’re not exactly a fan of the cold either, if I remember right."

You knew Heat wasn’t fond of freezing weather. Just yesterday, he’d been grumbling about the snow piling up on deck and how much harder it made his work. Yet here he was, braving the icy chill with an unspoken determination.

He shrugged, glancing briefly at the sea. "Checking the deck. Gotta make sure none of the crates are slipping because of the snow," he replied, his deep voice laced with an almost casual indifference that felt too rehearsed.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? Checking the deck? That sounds a bit like an excuse, don’t you think?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms, his eyes—eerily matching the color of the sky—fixed on the horizon. Yet, you caught the faint twitch of his jaw, a subtle tension that betrayed his discomfort.  

"You do this often," you continued with a mischievous smile, tilting your head slightly. "Finding a reason to be wherever I am. What are you trying to prove?"

This time, he slowly turned his head toward you, his intense gaze locking onto yours. "I’m not proving anything. I just do what needs to be done." His voice was calm, but the faintly defensive tone was impossible to miss.

You stepped closer, narrowing the distance between you, your smile still lingering. "Then explain to me why, every time I step away, you always show up a few minutes later. Are you really checking the crates, or are you keeping an eye on me?"

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the icy air around you. But this time, he didn’t look away. Instead, he studied you with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

"You’ve got a pretty high opinion of yourself," he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth still curved into a crooked smile. "Maybe I’m just here to make sure you’re not doing something stupid. Or maybe... maybe I just don’t like the idea of you being out here alone on this damn deck."

"That’s almost a confession," you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He took a step closer, close enough for the warmth radiating from his body to become unmistakable despite the chill in the air. "Believe whatever you want," he murmured, his tone dropping lower. "But if I’m here, it’s because I don’t want to leave you out here alone. You want to call that an excuse? Be my guest."

You let out a soft laugh, a puff of vapor escaping your lips. "You could just admit you enjoy my company, Heat. It’d be a lot easier."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze growing sharper, more focused. "And what about you? Don’t you enjoy mine?"

The question caught you off guard, but not as much as the way he stood there—tall and imposing—looking at you as though he expected an honest answer.

"Maybe," you murmured at last, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

His grin widened slightly, and he shook his head. "That’s all I get? ‘Maybe’?"

"It’s more than you’ve admitted," you shot back, your tone still teasing.

He laughed again, but this time it was softer, almost conspiratorial. Then, before you could say anything else, he placed a firm hand on your waist, pulling you closer with a deliberate yet gentle motion.

"If you want to know why I’m here, it’s simple," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours. "I’d rather be here, with you, than inside with all that chaos."

Before you could respond, a sharp cracking sound rang out in the air. Both of you turned toward the noise, your eyes landing on one of the supply crates swaying dangerously close to the edge of the deck.

"Damn it," Heat muttered, already moving toward it.

You followed closely as he grabbed a rope, his massive, powerful hands working quickly to stabilize the crate. The ship’s wooden deck groaned beneath the shifting weight, but Heat’s strength and focus were unwavering. With one final pull, he secured the crate back in place, the tension in the air easing as the ship rocked slightly beneath your feet.

"Always this heroic?" you teased, crossing your arms as you watched him brush the snow off his gloves.

He turned toward you, a faint, crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I do what needs to be done. Someone’s got to keep this ship from falling apart."

"And me? Am I just another problem for you to fix?"

Heat’s expression softened for a moment before he stepped closer, his playful smirk giving way to something far more intense. "You could be," he murmured, "if you keep testing me like this."

His hand slid over your waist with an effortless confidence, his fingers pressing slightly into the thick fabric of your coat. But instead of stopping there, they gripped the edges of your coat, slowly pulling them apart on either side, as if claiming the right to remove the barrier between you.

"You don’t need this," he murmured, his low, gravelly voice cutting through the icy air.

Before you could protest, he slid the coat off your shoulders with deliberate slowness, his broad hands brushing the curve of your arms. The bite of the cold hit you for an instant, but the warmth of his proximity overwhelmed it almost immediately. His massive frame, so close to yours, seemed to block out the frigid wind entirely.

"You see," he murmured, his warm breath grazing your cheek, "I can keep you much warmer than that."

His hand slid from the small of your back to the curve of your hip before slipping under the fabric of your tank top. He barely grazed your skin, but a fiery heat seemed to seep into your veins, igniting every fiber of your being. He paused just long enough for you to feel every deliberate movement, his fingers tracing light but determined circles that sent a new warmth pooling low in your belly.

He leaned in further, his massive frame towering over yours until his lips hovered just at the corner of your mouth. "You don’t think I’m capable, do you?" he asked, a sly smirk curling across his lips.

His steely gaze locked onto yours, leaving you suspended between challenge and anticipation. Then, his gravelly voice resumed, lower and even bolder.

"I hope you enjoy intense heat as much as the cold," he murmured, his breath searing against your cheek as he leaned closer to your ear. "Because by the time I’m done with you, every last bit of snow on this damn deck will have melted."

The confidence in his words sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. You opened your mouth to respond, but Heat didn’t wait. His free hand slipped behind your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face toward his. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was both commanding and electric, his warmth flooding you like a raging fire in the heart of winter.

The hand on your waist moved more boldly, lingering on your stomach before sliding upward toward your breasts. His touch burned against your chilled skin, his fingers pressing just enough to make you gasp softly against his lips. In a movement that was both desperate and filled with need, you gripped the collar of his coat, pulling him closer to you. His hips pressed against your body, and you could already feel the intensity of his desire through the fabric of his pants.

When he finally released your lips, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his intense gaze holding you captive. A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face, one that was both captivating and disarming.

"Still not cold?" he asked, his voice rough yet teasing.

You let out a breathless laugh, your hands still clutching the collar of his coat.

"Not even a little."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that you could both feel and hear.

"Good. Because I’m not done yet."

You responded with a bold smile, letting your fingers trail down his chest before gripping the edges of his coat. Slowly, but with clear intent, you opened the garment, your eyes lifting to meet his, burning with desire.

“Show me, Heat,” you murmured, your voice low and defiant. “Turn your promises into something that leaves me wanting more.” His lips found yours again, each movement filled with a devouring intensity. Around you, the snow continued to fall, but it had become meaningless, overshadowed by the searing heat radiating from your embrace.

The wooden deck beneath your feet creaked slightly, as if reacting to the growing energy between you. Every snowflake that dared to reach you seemed to melt before it could even touch your skin, as though his words had not just been a promise, but an inevitable certainty—a destiny the two of you embraced without hesitation.

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Day 7 - Santa's Lap Killer + Cockwarming

Tags: she/her afab reader, rough sex, p in v sex, blowjob, deep throating, creampie, semi-public sex

WC: 1.2k

The galley was quiet except for the sound of a peeler running through the potatoes in front of you, and your quiet humming as you worked. Occasionally you shifted your position to be comfortable, and a grunt would come from behind you. You ignored the grunts, focusing on peeling all the potatoes for tonight's dinner.

“[Y/n] please,” Killer groaned, “move.”

“I'm busy,” you replied plainly.

“Fuck, please move,” Killer pleaded, “I'll do them myself just move.”

“But you told me I had to do them,” you said smugly, “in fact, what was it you said exactly? Oh yeah, you said ‘I'm tired of your insubordination, you're gonna sit here and peel these potatoes and you're not moving until you're done’, that's what you said. I'm just obediently following orders, isn't that what you wanted?”

“[Y/n]-” Killer grumbled.

“Nope, not moving,” you grinned. He groaned and pressed his head against your back, his grip on your thighs no doubt enough to bruise. You rolled your hips a little more purposefully, giving him hope, only to sit still again.

“Princess, please,” Killer whined.

“Oh, so now I'm ‘princess’?” You asked, “I thought I was ‘insubordinate’?”

“You know I can't show you favouritism,” Killer grumbled, “I'm still your first mate before your lover.”

“And I'm still peeling potatoes,” you replied, “which was a first mate order, so as per your rules I have to put it before my lover.”

“You know I didn't mean it like that,” Killer mumbled.

“Sorry, can't show any favouritism,” you echoed his earlier words. Killer let out a deep, annoyed sigh.

“You're a fucking brat,” he complained.

“Are you saying that as the first mate, or as my lover?” You teased, “bit inappropriate for a first mate, maybe I should tell Wir-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Killer had grabbed you and thrust you forward until you were bent over the table, your wrists pinned behind your back and the knife you had been using to peel thrown aside, as potatoes, both peeled and waiting, rolled to the floor in a symphony of thuds. Killer breathed heavily under his mask, like he was trying to control himself, his cock still deep in your cunt. He was usually stronger willed, but you'd been teasing him for too long, and he questioned whether this was all according to your plan. After all, it was you who had convinced him to cockwarm, telling him that it would be punishment for you, not him, and that if he wanted to punish you he should do it right.

“My potatoes!” You pouted in faux sadness.

“You did this on purpose,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh no, I've been found out,” you teased, looking over your shoulder at him with an unapologetic grin, “guess you'll just have to not fuck me. Good luck with your blue balls.”

You tried to squirm out from under his hold but he pressed more weight against you, before giving you a hard thrust that made you bite your lip to keep yourself from giving him the satisfaction of a moan. He growled and did it again, pounding you over and over until you couldn't help but let a sound slip out. “There you go,” he purred, “sing for me.”

“This- hnng- this doesn't feel like punishment,” you moaned.

“No?” He replied, before he held both of your wrists in one hand to free the other, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass and bringing his hand down on it in a loud clap that rang out through the empty galley. You whined and he did it again, leaving a vibrant red mark on your skin. “You're enjoying this too much.”

“No, no,” you giggled, “I'm feeling very punished right now!”

Killer frowned under his mask and pulled out, making you whine at the emptiness. Before you could open your mouth to complain, he was manhandling you again, pushing you to your knees. His hand still held your wrists firmly, but now they were on top of your head, the ends of his fingers threaded through your hair to keep your head firmly in place as he fisted himself.

“Kil?” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, he wasn't usually so rough with you, but you'd pushed him too far. Not that you weren't enjoying it though, you could use your safe word at any time if you decided it was too much.

“Shut up and put that insubordinate, bratty mouth of yours to better use,” he growled, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips and pushing it in your mouth as soon as your lips parted.

He didn't give you time to get used to his length, immediately working to force his cock down your throat, holding your head steady and groaning as he fucked your face roughly. Drool ran down your chin as you gagged at each thrust, eyes watering at his rough treatment, pussy equally wet. “That's it princess, gag on it,” Killer groaned. You whined around his cock and he swore under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening before he suddenly pulled away and scooped you off the floor, your back laid against the table.

He resheathed himself in your cunt, holding your hips tight as he rut into you at a pace that knocked the wind out of you. You were dizzy from his rough treatment, body sliding back and forth on the tabletop as he used your body like a cocksleeve. Lost to his pleasure, uncaring of who might walk in, he pulled off his mask and let it fall to the floor, pulling you up by the back of your neck to kiss you hard, tongue almost down your throat with how heavy his kisses were. The hand not holding your head wove into the space between your bodies, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it hard.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. Your pussy fluttered around him and he could feel how close you were.

“That's it, cum for me princess,” Killer groaned, “cum on my cock for me.”

You obediently did as you were told, his shirt the only thing keeping your nails from sinking into the skin on his back as you went silent and shook. “Good girl, good girl,” Killer cooed as your cunt went tight and tried to milk him, “fuck, I'm cumming.”

Killer buried his face in your shoulders with a deep groan as he flooded your cunt, finally stilling, his hot breath on your neck making your skin damp. Killer kissed your neck gently, making his way up to your mouth and pressing soft kisses on your lips between heavy breaths, until your breathing settled and he pulled out of you slowly. He sat back down in the chair with a satisfied grunt, and you looked around the room at the general chaos the two of you had created as you righted your clothing. You stood and collected Killer's mask, handing it to him as you slid into his lap. He gave you a distressed whine as you reached back into his pants and stroked his softening cock, which began to harden again in your palm.

“You ruined all my potatoes,” you purred as you slipped him back inside you, “we'll have to start again.”

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Only 1 kinkmas fic left to write yipeee! Just gotta finish it before sunday so i can schedule the post on the pc before i travel to see family for xmas~ ive updated the masterlist, it has all the titles now so you can get a preview of whats to come 😎

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PERFECTION

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IMMEDIATELY SOBBING WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NETH ILY

💜 Dedicated to @a-killer-obsession and my beloved Yin 💜

I have so much love for Wavelengths that it’s hard to put into words. It’s a work of art and probably the most emotional fanfic that I’ve had the pleasure of reading. It’s a rollercoaster and a wild ride and I highly recommend it. Bittersweet that’s it’s over but I can’t wait for the sequel 💜.

Dawn and Victor have play dates in my head 🥹. She deserves an older brother 😭

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SURPRISE!! This man.....again. One of my favorite op characters fr.

And yes....the clothes or at least part of them are from this mf ,,,sorry it was kind of intentional

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Kid, is not like that

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oh funk i wanna get my conk sunked 😩😩😩😩😩😩

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@badly-drawn-doflamingo @dissvicious

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Tumblr i stg if you remove my follow from magnuspirate one more fucking time im going to RIOT ive already had to follow them again TWICE this week!!! They were quite literally on my FOLLOWING tab and yet it didn't say i was following, which like, how does that even happen (it wasnt a reblog or anything

This site is a mess fr fr

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