#charlotte perospero x reader

[standfucker]

Absolute Zero

Characters: Charlotte Perospero

Reader: AFAB (referred to as a girl by Perospero, but can be read as NB or untransitioned)

Word Count: 6.1k

CW: *dark content*, explicit NS.FW content, noncon, suffocation, throatfucking, nipple licking, oral (receiving)

Summary: Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break.

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-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.

[jellyclogs]

Perospero x reader: A wife

trigger warnings: arranged marriage

this fic is 95% fluff 5% angst 

I love this stupid candy man <3

Perospero sighed, a wife. He never thought about what it would be like to have one. If he was being honest he never thought he would get one. He had dedicated his whole life to his mother, in many ways he was nothing more than her son. He was 50 and the thought of a wife had long since faded, but here he was. Momma had declared that he would be getting married.

“Perospero sir,” a guard called stepping into the room, “Your fiance has arrived.” the man said as he stood in a salute.

She was here. The woman who would be, being forced to marry him. If he was being honest with himself he pitied her. He had seen a photo of her and he could tell she was much younger than him. If he was half his age he might not feel so guilty. The guilt was only amplified by the fact that he was excited to have a wife. To have someone to greet him when he made it home from a long day of work. To have someone who would listen to him. 

He had found himself daydreaming of a sweet domestic life since he found out Momma planned to have him married. He honestly didn't want to force the poor woman who would be stuck with him into anything romantic, he just wanted to have a friendship with her. They would be stuck in the same house so it would be partially a necessity for them to get along.

Perospero got up, “Thank you for letting me know.” he turned to look at the man, “Where is she id like to meet her.” the candy man was doing his best to hide his excitement, he really did want to meet his future wife. He hoped the woman was someone who he could get along with.

“Big mom sent her to her room to unpack.” the guard answered.

“Let her know, that if she feels up to it, I'm waiting in the garden to meet her.” Peros adjusted his bow tie feeling nervous.

“Yes sir.” the guard announced as he left.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) slowly stepped into the garden, she was nervous. She always knew that she'd be married off. She always knew she would have no say in her future. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would hear her that her future husband would be a kind mind.

She continued her shaky steps as she tried to spot her future husband. Just keep walking, one step at a time. She wouldn't lie that the thought of marrying a pirate scared her more than marrying some pompous noble. She bit her lip and told herself to just take it one step at a time, and mind her manners.

“You look nervous,” a voice broke her from her thoughts.

“Oh, well,” she forced a polite smile onto her lips, whirling around to find who was talking to her. She spotted him, her future husband. Her stomach churned as she forced her polite and sophisticated mask up further, “I'm just worried about the first impression ill give to you.” she curtsied to the tall man.

“Please relax,” Peros gave the woman a soft smile, he had found her picture pretty but seeing her in person was entirely different. The woman had the air of a princess. Not the kind of princess that was snooty and saw the world as belonging to her but the kind of princess from a fairy tale. The kinda princess that is woken up from a comma by true love's kiss.

“I've looked forward to meeting you,” (y/n) lied giving him a worm smile, she had been scared out of her mind.

Perospero could see the woman was nervous or maby more likely scared. He was impressed with how calm she was acting but he could see the tiny shake in her hands as she moved and how stiff her movements were, “It's sweet of you to try and cater to my emotions Candy but you don't have to. Since we are going to be married i want you to feel comfortable enuff to tell me the truth.” he watched her carefully.

(y/n) nodded her head before standing tall and looking into his brown eyes, “well then to be honest, I'm terrified.” she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, “but i want to get to know you and see if my fear is unfounded.”

Perospero found himself smiling, she looked so determined. He nodded his head, “What scars you the most about this?” he asked, “Perhaps we should find a place to sit and properly talk about this?”

Her (y/c) eyes sparkled, “that sounds like a wonderful idea. Please lead the way.” 

Perospero thought for a moment before heading for a bench he rather liked, it sat in the shade of a willow tree and was surrounded by a semicircle of rose bushes, “why don't you start to tell me your fear on the way.”

“I hope you do not mind me being frank, but you're a pirate.” (y/n) started thinking how best to say this, “ not that I've met many pirates but I've heard stories and well, I'm scared you are violent.”

Perospero was honestly shocked by how forward she had just been, he had to respect the woman for that, “Well I don't blame you for that, and I'm not sure what my word is worth at the moment but I promise I will never raise my hand to you.” he stopped in front of the bench and offered the woman a hand to help her sit.

(y/n) took his hand gingerly, “ I guess we'll have to see if your actions back your words.” she was doing her best to sound confident, “What about you? Is there anything you’re scared of for this marriage?”

Prosper took the seat next to (y/n), “you're asking me if I'm scared?” Pero chuckled.

“Well we are in the same boat here.” (y/n) gave Peros a genuine smile, “Unless you had a say in getting married, I'm a complete stranger that you will have to spend the rest of your life with.”

“I'm scared that you will resent me,” Perospero answered, he was surprised she even bothered to think about his fears in this, let alone ask him. He felt his excitement building up, perhaps this marriage would be a good one.

“Well I can't say if resentment will grow but you’re not the one who chose this for me, if you treat me like a human with my own emotions then we should be ok.” (y/n) felt herself relaxing more, and more as they talked. If he was a violent man he was hiding it well.

“You are amazing,” Perospero laughed, “I hoped that you would be willing to give a relationship a try but this is more than I could have hoped.” Perospero smiled, “I also want you to know that I don't expect you to treat me as a husband, all I want is for us to be able to talk and be on good terms.”

“I want us to be at least friends Perospero,” (y/n) grabbed his hand, “but I'm not against the idea of eventually being more but I want to take it slow and get to know you.” she turned her head to look at the pretty rose bushes and spoke more softly, “and your more than I could have hoped for, thank you for hearing my fears and not expecting too much from me.”

Perospero squeezed her hand, “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be here.” 

“Thank you Peros,” (y/n) turned to him, she thought about her next action for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek, “I promise I will make this as easy on you as I can.”

Perospero felt his face flush, she was a princess and she was his princess. It had been years since he had pondered having a love life but here she was. He silently promised himself that he would do all he could to make her happy here.

8>($^$)<8

“So you're telling me that the pretty thing isn't throwing a fit that she’s stuck with you.” Craker cackled. 

Peros rolled his eyes siping the whisky in his glass, “Isn't it remarkable?”

Mont-d’Or smiled, “there was no way she wouldn't fall in love.” he was lying, of course, most of the charlotte sons had been worried for their older brother, “you are a catch.” he chuckled.

It had been a month since (y/n) had arrived and over that time Perospeo had come to really enjoy the woman's company. She had been nothing but kind to him and he found she was very good at listening. He had found himself talking to her each night about his day and his troubles. She would listen and give advice if she felt he needed it or just affirm that whatever it was he was dealing with was exhausting.

“You're just saying that because seeing Pero get a chance means you have one.” cracker jabbed, he wasn't a mean man he just played ruff with his brothers, he knew they could take it.

“Oh come on cracker cut them a break tonight is supposed to be a night to party it's the last night for big brother will be a single man.” oven ruffly patted Cracker on the back, “plus we all know you're just jealous.” he chuckled the heat in his cheeks coming from the booze he’d been drinking not his devil fruit.

“Well dam right I'm jealous!” cracker huffed, “(y/n) is hot and it's not like momma is gonna find me a cute little bride like her.” he downed his drink in one go.

“ jealous isn't a good look on you.” Katakuri chimed in, he was honestly glad his brother got along with his wife-to-be.

“Well at least I'm honest about my jealousy,” cracker fumed, “Don't act like your not jealous Katakuri. You would kill to have a cute little wife!”

Katakuri chuckled softly but didn't dignify Cracker’s accusation with a response.

“Like he’d have time for  a wife.” Daifuku laughed, he had had more than enuff to drink but was still downing more.

“I'm sure he’d make time for one.” Craker laughed.

Katakuri shrugged.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) sat with a handful of the charlotte sisters. She hadn't wanted to do much for her bachelorette party but Brulee had insisted they do something. (Y/n) had found herself being rather close friends with Brulee. The woman was very kind and welcoming, it made (y/n) feel less like an outsider to the massive family.

Brulee had decided to through a cute little sleepover as (y/n)’s bachelorette party. It would be something small but memorable. A proper welcome to the charlotte family.

“So (y/n) I've got to know how do you really feel about him?” Smoothie asked. She sat reclined on a big loveseat, (y/n) found the long-legged woman very intimidating.

“How many times do I have to say that I really do like him.” (y/n) giggled. She was currently getting pampered. She had a clay mask on as Galettel brush her hair so she could braid her hair.

Cinnamon laughed, “it's just hard to believe.”

Citron swatted at Cinnamon, “You should be happy for big bro.” 

“Oh come on you are just as shocked as I am.” Cinnamon giggled in response.

“I don't see what's so shocking?” (Y/n) sighed, “He's a very kind man and I think he's rather good-looking. We get along well.” she puffed out her cheeks and did her best to be offended on her husband-to-be’s behalf.

Brulee laughed, “you really are something else,” she mused.

“Stop squirming or I'm gonna mess up more than I already have.” (y/n) whined at Brulee. (y/n) was doing her best to braid  Brulees massive hair. (y/n) honestly enjoyed playing with hair it was relaxing.

“Ok sorry.” Brulee tried to calm her laughter.

(y/n) blushed slightly before asking, “Do you think Peros would let me play with his hair?”

The room of women burst out giggling.

8>($^$)<8

The dress was beautiful it was a soft peach color. A princess-style ballgown with a sweat heart neckline. It had flowery lace that was pure white that formed sleeves and covered her chest and back in a mesh bodice. The skirt had patches of lace throughout it. (y/n) gave a spin in the dress. She couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a pair of gold heels that peeked out when she walked.(y/n) pulled the vail over her face and smiled she truly was a beautiful blushing bride.

“I know I was there when you picked it but wow you look amazing!” Cracker complimented. He had pulled the short straw and would be walking the woman down the aisle in place of her father.

“I can't wait to see his face when he sees me!” (Y/n) smiled she was on cloud nine. She couldn't find a reason to feel nervous. She had made a promise to herself when she understood she would have no say in who she was marrying she would make her wedding day a day of celebration no matter what.

“I think hell cry.” cracker laughed. Hed grown pretty damn fond of his older brother's wife. It was hard not to enjoy being around her, she was so determined to live a happy life even though she had little say in how she was supposed to live

“Happy tears?” (y/n) asked in a nervous tone. Glancing to cracker over her shoulder. Her naturally pretty face was accentuated with light makeup, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a glossy deep peach town. The slight pout on her face would make any man's heart pound.

“Well of course they’ll be happy tears.” Brulee smiled (y/n) truly looked amazing. 

The bride smiled, “I'm glad.” she burst into a small fit of giggles, before fully turning from the mirror and getting a good look a Brulee. “Wow you look amazing!” she smiled coming to stand next to her maid of honor.

(y/n)’s bridal party was filled out with Charlet sisters, if she was being honest she didn't care much about it. What she did care about was Brulee being her maid of honor, she had been adamant that Brulee was the maid of honor. Brulee was the closest thing she had to a best friend and (y/n) cherished her.

“Why not give me a twirl?” (y/n) asked.

Brulee blushed softly at the woman’s compliment before doing a small spin. Brulee felt slightly ridiculous but put up with it for the bride’s sake. She was not used to being fawned over, in really any way let alone someone calling her beautiful.

Brulee was no longer wearing her normal tiered white dress, she was in a simplistic dark blue dress. The dress had a simple square neckline and short puffy sleeves, it had a defined waist with a skirt that didn't flare out much from her hips and fell slightly passes her knees. Her wild purple hair was neatly pinned up into a bun with a flower pin. She looked lovely.

“The dress looks great on you.” (y/n) took Brulee’s hands, “thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor.”

Before Brulee could respond Mont-d’Or cleared his throat and announced, “We gotta get things moving or we won't be on schedule, come on Brulee let's get you with the other bridesmaids.” he had been appointed to be the wedding planer and he took his job seriously.

“You don't have to thank me,” Brulee said as she rushed to follow her brother's instructions.

8>($^$)<8

It was time, she would be walking down the aisle any moment. She had promised herself that she would not spend her wedding day dreading it but now standing there with cracker, moments away from walking down the aisle, she felt nervous. She did her best to not show it but she couldn't help but to squeeze Crackers' arm.

“Finally getting cold feet?” Cracker asked, no ounce of teasing in his voice.

“The waiting is just killing me.” (y/n) huffed softly, “I'm just ready to get the I-do’s out of the way.” she forced a genuine-looking smile on her face as she spoke. She found herself retreating into her polite facade. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and flipped the switch, she was now the doll her parents had raised her to be. The only emotion she would show was an aloof smile and the proper manners that had been pounded into her head. Her grip on Cracker's arm relaxed, “Sorry.” she hummed.

Cracker was almost shocked at the sudden difference in (y/n). He no longer felt like he was looking at the woman had come to know she now looked like a hallow mannequin, her eyes had a far off look to them. “Are you ok?” Cracker ask 

“Yes of course,” (y/n) smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I just hate crowds."

Cracker did not believe her but gave her a smile back. "It's normal to be nervous," Cracker soothed, "not one of my sisters wasn't at least a little nervous before walking down the aisle," he resisted the urge to pat her head and mess her hair up.

(Y/n) looked up to him still that living doll for a moment before her she gained a small spark of herself again, "Yeah I'm nervous, and it's like all of the what ifs are coming in with a vengeance." She looked up to Cracker, " I feel like if I walk down the aisle suddenly you all will no longer have to be nice to me. Like a mouse who's about to take the cheese, its neck about to be snapped by the trap."

Cracker looked down at the pretty woman, she was so sweet and trusting, "Well the only way to find out if we all have just been on our best behavior is to walk down the aisle, Make Peros cry, and officially become a member of the family." Cracker wrapped an arm over (y/n)'s shoulders, " Once your family we'll definitely treat you like family. If we're mean to you it's not because we hate you we're just comfortable enough to be more ourselves around you." He gave her a squeeze before adding, "You don't have siblings so you don't know this but we nag and bully each other out of love."

(Y/n) looked back into Cracker's eyes, "Thank you." She set a hand on his hand, the one on her shoulder, and squeezed, " I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle, I'm not sure Oven or Daifuku would've given me such a good pep talk."

The music began to play cueing the two it was time to walk. (Y/n) looked into Cracker's eyes giving him a soft nervous smile and offering him her arm. Cracker flashed her a cocky smirk, taking her arm in his. Cracker felt another pang of jealousy, this woman was cute and so earnest, Perospero would be happy with her. He leaned over and whispered, "Just breathe, you've got this." With that said the two started the march.

(Y/n) could feel everyone looking at her. She didn't blame them but it did make her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and stared forward, finding Perospero waiting at the end of the aisle. From that point on her eyes were locked on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue suit, his hair pulled up and into a bun at the top of his head; a few strands fell loosely framing his face. She felt all her nerves wash away.

Perospero suddenly couldn't breathe, (y/n) looked stunning. Was he really lucky enough to have her? If he was dreaming he prayed he would never wake up. He shot her a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his ears. 

"You look great," (y/n) whispered as soon as she was standing across from Perospero.

"Next to you, I look drab," Perospero whispered back.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Mont-d’Or, "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of the eldest son of big mom, Perospero and (y/n) (l/n)." His voice carried through the entire venue, "Perospero, do you take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love her for as long as you live?"

Perospero looked deep into (y/n)'s eyes. He thought it was too soon to say whether he loved her or not but staring down at her he was shocked to find that he did love her. It had only been a month but he loved her. He knew that he had so much to learn about her but still, he loved her. He searched her eyes for a hint of how she felt, for if she was scared or regretful. He couldn't find a trace of fear in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. All he saw in her eyes was hope. He grabbed her hands and answered, "I do."

Mont-d’Or nodded and continued "(Yn/) do you take Perospero to be your wedded husband, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love him for as long as you live?"

(Y/n) squeezed Perospero's hands. When she looked into his deep brown eyes she saw raw admiration. She was hesitant to fully admit she loved him. Maybe she didn't love him but she did appreciate what he was. He would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He would not be angry if she didn't love him. He at a minimum would be a good friend to her no matter what. If she did not love him at the moment she was sure that given time she would love him. "I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Mont-d’Or finished.

Perospero bent down and picked (y/n) up, supporting her but and bringing her eye level with him. (Y/n) reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning in. Perospero met her half way and gently kissed her. For a moment the world melted away. The only thing that mattered in the moment was the two of them. 

(Y/n) was the first to pull away, a lightheaded feeling washing over her. Her hand stayed on his cheek, a drunken smile stretching across her face, "you are not drab." She whispered, "You are breathtaking."

Perospero was frozen for a moment before he broke out laughing, "Just about anyone would be drab standing next to you." he mused setting his forehead against hers.

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Perospero sighed as he walked through his front door. It had been a long day. Long enuff to make his bones ache and his head throb. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and not move for the foreseeable future. He pulled off his vibrantly yellow trench coat and hung it up. The feeling of the cool air was delicious, almost as sweet as candy. Then he slipped his hat and shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair letting out a small hum. Much better.

Perospero went to begin his normal end-of-day routine. One, turn on nice and relaxing classical music. Today he was in the mood for something heavy on piano. Two, start to boil the water for his nightly cup of tea. He had a special herbal tea blend, it had camomile, mint, and a few other herds specially chosen to help him relax. Three, pick a book to read. Tonight he might skip this step. Four, steep his tea and sit down on his wonderfully comfortable recliner. Then he would sit there and relax for at least an hour.

"You look tired," a soft soothing voice disrupted Perospero's nightly routine.

Perospero felt a smile creep onto his lips, " hello my dear," he almost purred remembering he no longer had to spend his evenings alone. He turned to look at his lovely little wife. She was holding one of his mugs, it looked oversized in her much smaller hands. A soft smile comfortably plastered on her lips. She was in a cute little green baby doll dress that fell halfway down her thighs. She casually leaned against the door frame leading to the kitchen.

(Y/n) held the mug in her hands out to him, " I made you your tea." She said sheepishly, "I think I made it just the way you like it, but if I didn't please tell me." She looked down at her hands. It was stupid how nervous she felt about this gesture. It had been a week since she had properly moved into Perospero's home. It wasn't quite her home yet. Yes, she lived there but it still felt strange and new. She was trying to carve out a place for herself in her husband's life but felt nervous to overstep.

Perospero gaped for a moment, trying to find the right words. " I'll drink it whether you got it right or not," he grabbed the mug from her hands. He blew on his tea before taking a small sip. It was slightly sweeter than he usually took it, but still, it was good, "you went a tiny bit strong on the honey," his honest opinion slipped out," but it's wonderful," he quickly added, his eyes shooting to his poor wife's face. He hoped his careless words hadn't just crushed her.

"I'll go lighter on the hunny tomorrow," (y/n) offered, her voice was neutral but unsure.

"You know I think you might be too kind to me." Perospero took another sip of tea, " if you keep spoiling me, I'm going to go rotten." He relaxed again when she finally looked up and met his gaze. She was smiling again," I don't mind my tea being a little too sweet, I'd take my tea sickly sweet if it meant I didn't have to spend my evening alone."

"Well tomorrow I'll try again," (y/n) locked eyes with him, "but right now I think you should turn on your music and relax."

"So you have been mesmerizing my routine?" Perospero quirked a brow.

"Yes I have," (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. "You like having the structure, as your wife I should try and keep you comfortable. Now I'm sure your feet are killing you, let's go to the living room and you can tell me how your day went. If you want to at least" She gently pushed him toward the living room.

Perospero shook his head, how lucky was he? What on this big blue ball did he do to deserve this woman? He would have been fine if she lived their married life just humoring him with small talk every now and then but here she is, " if you keep this up I'm never going to fall out of the honeymoon phase," he gave in, and made his way to the living room. He quickly selected a sound dial to play before perching in his recliner.

"Is there anything else that might help you relax?" (Y/n) stood waiting for a reply.

"You are my wife, not my maid," Perospero appreciated what she was doing but he wanted her to be relaxed. He did not want his wife to feel she needed to wait on him hand and foot, “Come here and sit down.” he gestured toward the other couch.

(y/n) shuffled over to stand in front of him, “Could I maby sit on your lap?” she asked looking down at her feet.

Instead of giving his adorable wife a verbal answer he leaned forward and swept her off her feet picking her up and placing her on his lap, "you really are adorable," he mused planting teasing kisses all over her face.

"So how was your day?" (Y/n) squeaked out trying hard not to sound so flustered. She failed miserably.

"It was long, mother was more than demanding. Difuk managed to recklessly use his jeeny and destroyed a few ships. I've already put in an order for replacements. And then Flampe went on with her smear campaign on Katakuri. Truly that girl is rotten to the core. I really don't know why she's making such a big deal out of his mouth." Perospero groaned, "But truth be told it was nothing out of the usual." Perospero shighed, pulling (y/n) closer into his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of having (y/n) seated in his lap. She was a bit squeamish when it came to physical touch so he hadn't had many chances like this. He was glad to see her relaxing into the relationship, "how about you my candy, how was your day?"

"A little lonely," (y/n) snuggled into her towering husband, "I want to go out and see the island but I'm still a bit scared of the affiliates of your crew. I don't feel comfortable doing it alone. oh but don't worry I found fun here in the house. You have a very nice collection of books." She paused for a moment, "I wish I could do something to calm your family down. If that's a normal day for you I hate to think about what a bad day would be."

" I doubt anyone could calm down all of my siblings." Perospero wasn't sure how to comfort his wife. He understood her hesitation to trust the crews that served under the big mom pirates. She had grown up a civilian, she had no fighting experience, the woman was gentle and caring. All of it meant one thing, she would be vulnerable to any attack. He was glad she was aware of her vulnerability and cautious not to risk her safety but hated the thought of her feeling trapped in the house. He knew that not a soul would dare raise a hand to her on his island (or any other in totto land) but how could he expect her to believe that. He bit his lip before saying, " I promise you are safe to go anywhere you want in totto land. I don't blame you for not trusting the unsavory folks mother keeps around but only an absolute moron would try to hurt you. Everyone knows not to mess with the family." He sighed, " but why don't I see if one of my siblings will go out on a day trip with you tomorrow, or if I can get someone to cover my duties."

"That sounds nice." (Y/n) hummed before looking up into Perospero's chocolate colored eyes, "I know in theory I'm safe but my brain just won't accept it." She sat up and pecked his lips, she was ready for a subject change. She was feeling a bit bold, so for that little fire in her could go out she spoke "you know I really like your hair. I've always liked men with long hair."

Perospero felt his cheeks heating up, "is that so?" He asked, mindlessly letting one of his hands run up and down her back. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not ones said so casually.

"Yeah," (y/n) replied, " I always had day dreams of having a partner who let me play with their hair."

It did not take a rocket scientist to understand (y/n) wanted to play with Perospero's hair, he found it endearing how she was going about this. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "well not that I'd ever tell them but I did enjoy when my sisters would practice hairstyles on me." He wondered if she would ask him to play with his hair or if he'd have to offer it to her.

"Peros, would you mind me playing with your hair? I've been wanting to since our wedding." (Y/n) gave her husband some puppy dog eyes.

"Yes you can play with my hair." He answered her, trying not to laugh at just how cute she was being. The more she relaxed around him the cuter she got. Underneath her proper and polite demeanor was something so much better. His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw how excited she looked at his answer. 

"I'll go grab a brush!" She smiled as she slipped off his lap and skittered out of the living room.

A wife. He never thought he'd have one, let alone one so amazing. Perospero smiled, staring after his wife. He felt a swell of pure joy in his chest. All those sweet and simple domestic fantasies he had in his younger years were bubbling back up to the top of his mind. This was going to be the best time of his life. He couldn't wait to see what other cute or sweet things the woman he married would do.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two

Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!

Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama

Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.

Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?

Big Mom: yes.

Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.

Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?

Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.

Big Mom: really? Are they single?

Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.

Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.

Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.

Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.

Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.

Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?

Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.

Later at Big Mom's residence

Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?

You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.

Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?

You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.

Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.

You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.

Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.

You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*

Katakuri: You're shaking.

You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.

Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?

Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.

Katakuri: Me!?

Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?

Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.

Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*

Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*

You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.

Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.

You: You mean you won't be staying with me?

Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.

You: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠☉⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠☉⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.

You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.

Katakuri: ⁠ ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ロ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ ⁠'⁄⁠)⁠⁄

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Big Mom Pirates Incorrect Quotes

Imagine being so unpredictable and random that not even Katakuri's observation haki works on you 💀

Katakuri: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. You: Huh? Katakuri: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out- You: I love you. Katakuri: You: You: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Katakuri: I KNEW IT!!

You: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

You: I hate you with every inch of my body! Katakuri: That’s not a lot of inches.

Big Mom: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. You: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Big Mom: I like the way you think.

Brûlée: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. You: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Brûlée: Th-that's not how that works-

Pudding: How the hell are you still alive? You: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

Katakuri: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? You: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know. Katakuri: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

You: Can I ask a dumb question? Katakuri: Better than anyone I know.

Pudding: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

You: What’s up? I’m back. Katakuri: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead You: Death is a social construct.

You: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Perospero: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Perospero: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

You: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Big Mom: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

[unicreamuwu]

hello, can you make perospero, katakuri, and cracker yandere headcanons ? thnx

Bruh, you chose all my favorites, why? 😘

Warnings: Yandere Theme, Manipulation, Kidnapping

Charlotte Perospero

Being the oldest of the Charlotte family, he can get away with anything.

When he first kidnapped you, you of course begged him to release you.

Of course, again, he declined it or just ignored you.

He is also a great manipulator.

Whenever you're planning to go somewhere, he has already plans for you.

For example, help him plan to attack another part of a random island that you have no idea how to do.

When he proposed and married you, he promised to himself that he would always make you stay by your stay even though you already do.

Charlotte Katakuri

Out of all the three, he's the best one.

He may be dangerous on the outside, but on the inside, he's such a sweetheart.

Well, towards you, of course.

When he finishes going on a mission and coming back home, he brings tons of sweets for you and himself.

You can eat any pastries you want except for donuts cause that's his and only hid.

Whenever you get injured from something small or big, he will carry you over his shoulder and run to the infirmary of the castle.

He will be by your side 24/7 and watches over you to make sure you don't move.

When you tell him that you're okay, he would let a sigh of relief, but still wouldn't leave you alone.

Charlotte Cracker

Cracker is not the nicest yandere to be with.

However, he can be sweet, but you have to earn that.

For example, you have to do whatever he tells you to do and have to be good around him every time.

Or else, he's going to be the bad guy~

He will teach you how to fight if you want to.

Because he's not going to protect you 24/7.

And, the sweetest thing that Cracker has ever done for you is that when he comes back home from a mission, he'll bring you a shit ton of flowers.

So, be grateful that he could be nice to you.

[zoro-swan]

Op men seeing you kissing someone's cheeks

|| Warning: Fluff, Jealousy, SFW, etc...

|| 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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[magmdnv]

warnings: forced(?) marriage, slight nsfw, a lil steamy in one of the scenarios, and flashing lights!

[quinloki]

Thanks to a random discord interaction I'm sitting here thinking about Carlotte Brulee.

I never thought I'd have thots about this one, but like

Gods, the post-smash snacks would be divine, but even more so is that devil fruit of hers.

cw: voyeurism, musing of darker content, nothing explicit.

Pressed against a mirror taking her strap and knowing that all she has to do is activate that df fruit and whoever is on the other side of that mirror is going to see you losing your mind.

And it might not even be her strap, it might just be her facilitating the voyeurism.

I love you girl, but you had to have developed a strong appreciation of people watching in all manner of situations. She probably prefers to sit back and watch, and enjoys making sure her current little fixation is being watched and appreciated by as many people as possible.

>.>

<.<

The idea of her basically loaning you out to other siblings just so she can watch. /hides face/ omfg just - like - just - hnnnnngh.

father forgive me this is just divine, but christ and crackers:

"Mouthy little thing today, aren't we? Maybe big brother Peros can show you what a proper tongue lashing is."

...

and now the brain is on a different track, so I guess that's how today is gonna go.

[themissinghand]

One Piece: Of Sweet Donuts and Fortune Cookies [3]

Part 1! Part 2!

Summary: In which every child loves sweets, and loves her otherworldly treats. (Or Katakuri loves someone who's a liar)

Pairing: A little bit of Charlotte Katakuri x Immortal! Female! OC-insert

Note: This is the final part of this series! The female OC is a transmigrator that came from the modern world who (somehow) became immortal, and is more than what Katakuri ever expected.

You Cake My Breath Away

Katakuri starts to notice things about her.

From the way she dresses differently every day, to the way she smiles.

From the way she treats her customers to the way she loves her brother.

It's becomes vibrant, a light in his life.

She welcomes him and his siblings without hesitation and always gives them treats.

She doesn't have any greedy eyes that Katakuri always sees nor the hidden contempt behind her back.

So when Katakuri has finally realized he's just as tall as her, he could see her squarely in the eyes and realize that her eyes are like jewels.

It's so strange. 

He's never been so confused before. 

And it seemed like he was the only one who seems to act this way. 

It's not like him. 

He's supposed to be the perfect child, the perfect son of the notorious Big Mom. 

What's wrong with him?

"Perhaps adoration is what you are feeling." Theseus says casually, though for once his smile seems a little too tense. 

"However, I would like to advise you to give up. My lady only sees you as a child."

Katakuri had a sudden urge to fight the man, but he held back when Theia ran out of their storage room in a rush. 

"Theseus, my brother! Look! I finally made brownies!" She cheers and Theseus congratulates her as if he didn't just threaten Katakuri. Then she turns to Katakuri with a surprised smile. 

"Kata! Sorry to keep you waiting, but do you want to try my brownie? It's a new food item I'm planning on adding to the menu!" When she offered it to him, he took it and had a bite. 

It was delicious as always, and so so sweet. Katakuri nods with a satisfied smile, making her happy. 

"Okay, but what's up? You're all dressed up and everything today." Katakuri stills, and then remembers that this visit had a purpose. 

His eyes steels to one worthy of the Charlotte name.

"Mama wants to invite both Theia and Theseus to a tea party." 

Katakuri expected fear, or some sort of negative emotion, but instead, Theia's smile slowly quirked up into a sudden smirk, before disappearing quickly. 

A sudden chill went down his spine, triggering his fight or flight instincts, reminding him of the first time they met. 

A reminder that they were predators. 

"I accept." 

(Katakuri didn't notice his own smirk hidden underneath his scarf, and was that excitement or relief?)

Perhaps she is not as tamed as she appears. 

Pie! Let's Meet Again

"Mama mama! Welcome to my tea party!"

Katakuri knew this was not a normal tea party, but it was not his duty to wonder what Mama was planning. With his siblings, he sat beside Mama like a good son he is, and watches the two baker siblings bow in respect. 

"We are honoured to be invited to your tea party Big Mom. We've also brought some of our deserts as our thanks." Theia says, completely out of character, almost graceful and majestic even, as she allows Theseus to serve their desserts on the table. 

As expected, Mama devours their desserts easily and quickly with a satisfied maniac grin on her face. 

Theia and Theseus didn't say anything, in fact, they simply sipped their tea respectfully and patiently on the side.

As if they expected this.

"Mama mama, shall we get down to business?" Big Mom leans forward with the same grin and Thesia challenges with a gentle smile. 

"Oh? What could you mean, Big Mom?" 

"I can't believe you hid so well in my territory! And opened a bakery right under my nose! Did you have any business here?" 

"Of course not. I was simply travelling around."

"Mama mama! Of course, and you haven't changed with your brother since long long ago!"

They knew each other? Since when?

Even the playful music in the background stilled as the two women starred at one another, and Katakuri identified it to be Conqueror's Haki. Although he was in the midst of training, this pressure was pushing down on him. 

Theia tapped the table once while she leaned on her other hand with a sly smile. 

"Why don't we cut the formalities, Linlin? It seems you remembered something important." 

And the table cracks under all the pressure after Mama starts to laugh.

"We finally meet again, the Mother of Eternity!" 

Katakuri immediately shielded his siblings from the shattering cutlery and glassware in front of them. By commanding his siblings to stay back, he stood in front as he watched chaos unfold in front of him. 

The Mother of Eternity is Theia?

Who haven't heard of that title? Then if the Mother of Eternity is here, Theseus must be...

"The Sage of the New World." Katakuri widened his eyes at the revelation.  

This was their true identity?  

Katakuri recalled seeing their wanted posters, but there was never a clear picture of their appearance. In fact, people say the photographer never lived after snapping a photo of them.

But Katakuri has heard rumours about the two. Many of which are just mere speculations, one of them was immortality, and one was that they were inhuman. 

Some say they were immortal monsters from the previous era.

So many emotions burst forth from within, confusion, anger, embarrassment and betrayal. 

Why did she hide? Why did she trick him?

"Well, looks like it's time for us to leave. It was fun, Linlin."

Then Theia looked at Katakuri with a giant smile. Tiny green, gold, and white lights surround the two siblings as giant, majestic silver wings sprouted from her her back. 

"Mama mama! I heard it from my old Captain, but to think you still actually exist!" Mama was beyond content with the free show, as she stared at Theia with desire. 

"Join my family!" 

"You've grown up, Linlin." Theia remarks, before she snaps, and bright light blinded Katakuri's eyes. When the light dims, all it remains is a destroyed room and his angry mother. 

"Find her and her brother! NOW!" 

Without hesitation, Katakuri sprinted out to search for her. 

He was the first to arrive at her bakery, or at least where it used to be, because there was nothing left of it. 

Similarly, all of the employees disappeared like dust. Just like how Theia and Theseus left without a trace, everything related to them also escaped. 

"Her vivre card...is gone! What is going on!?" 

Katakuri ran and ran, looking for a single trace of her on the island. For some reason, he wanted to believe that when she looked at him with such sincerity, she did it with reason. 

So when Katakuri saw a flicker of green light in the distance, he followed and chased without hesitation. Like a mad hound, he rushed after it, before arriving behind of the duo who stood at the edge of the island. 

"Theia!" 

When she turned around, she gave a smile identical to the ones where she would welcome them in to her bakery. 

Katakuri rushed ahead with his trident, but like the first time they met, Theseus easily stops him with his hand, and completely freezing him in place with those strange purple lights. Upon closer look, they were...fairies! 

Katakuri suddenly remembered another rumour. 

Some say, they were from an extinct race.

Some say, they've come for revenge!

But how could this be? Katakuri remembered Mama saying they were extinct 800 years ago during the Void Century!

In the midst of his confusion and desperation, Theia leans forward and speaks beside his ear. 

"It was fun, Charlotte Katakuri." 

Katakuri jumps back and watches as Theia burst into light along with Theseus and they scatter in the air, never to be seen again. 

Were they ever here? Were they simply an illusion? 

All of his doubt vanished upon seeing a fortune cookie rolled to his feet. 

Picking it up and cracking it open, a piece of paper rolled out. 

"Let's meet again, Kata."

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Charlotte Perospero - "Questions For Perospero"

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The title is as litteral as it can be. They're just questions for Perospero.

Warnings -> Spicy questions

                                                                                                   

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I've always wondered, is that polkadotted bit behind your head your hair?

Or is it a part of your clothes?

Do you taste like the flavor of candy you fight with after you use it?

Are your clothes also edible?

Can I eat said clothes off of your body?

Would you... let me do that?

Do you like any non dessert foods?

Can I cook for you?

What candies do you like in specific?

Is it only one type?

Can I climb you like a ladder and sit on your shoulders?

Can I kidnap Katakuri?

How long exactly is your toungue?

Would you mind if I measured it with more... hands on methods?

And lastly of course... Would you let me sit on your face? Please?

🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭•♡•🍭

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[mamamittens]

Bodice Ripper Wishlist+18

Day #2 of 2022 December Event

Fandom: One Piece

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.

--*--

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.

[jellyclogs]

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

trigger warnings: none pure fluff

pronouns She/her

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I couldn't want anything more

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.

######

(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.”

[luffington]

cream-filled ♡

➤ summary: Your devoted husband really wants to have a baby with you, so he figures out a solution to your size difference. (18+)

➤ pairing: charlotte katakuri x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.2k

➤ warnings: extreme size kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, age difference (reader is mid-20s), cumplay, titjob, creative use of mochi, established relationship, fluff, 'wife' for reader

➤ notes: katakuri’s height is biblically accurate and i did very questionable math to figure out his dick size.... this is literally so nasty but silly donut man is definitely a freak <3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Months after your wedding, your husband marched into your shared bedroom, arms crossed and face buried in his scarf, and stated, “Mama wants us to have a baby.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. If Big Mom really wanted little Katakuris running around, she should’ve considered your physical incompatibility before arranging your marriage. He was practically double your age and triple your height. Plus, the Emperor typically prioritized babies from her weaker children – Oven, Daifuku, and Perospero all remained childless, and her second son’s bounty spoke for itself. She occasionally made lighthearted comments to you about wanting a grandchild, but it sounded more like a fantasy than a demand.

As a thick silence settled between you, Katakuri became increasingly flustered. A lightbulb went off in your head and a knowing smile spread across your face. The tips of his ears turned red as he finally admitted, “Okay, I want a baby.”

Oh, he was precious. “And I would love to have one with you, honey, but I don’t know how. Your dick just can’t fit.”

Everything about Katakuri was enormous, and his cock was no exception. At full hardness, it measured at least eighteen inches – nearly the size of your entire torso. He understandably had a hard time finding sexual partners previously, and poor Katakuri was almost more nervous about showing you his dick than his fangs. Lucky for him, you didn’t scare easily.

As an average-sized human, your body was certainly too small to take it, but your sex life was absolutely thriving. Your husband worshiped every inch of you, and eating your pussy as ferociously as Mama during a hunger pang became as routine as his meriendas. And anything you could do with his cock turned him on – your dedication to pleasing him was enough to make him lightheaded. 

He’d even started training you to take his gigantic length. Katakuri replicated his dick into a mochi dildo with a donut-shaped base, then fucked you slow and deep to let you adjust to its size. The dildos got bigger and bigger, and you had already made some progress in loosening your hole. Neither of you cared if nothing ever came of it – it was intimate, fun, and incredibly sexy. 

“I came up with a solution,” Katakuri muttered shyly. “I… I think you’ll like it.”

“So mysterious,” you giggled, though you expected nothing less from him. Shifting your position to emphasize your skimpy lounge outfit as you spread your legs enticingly. “Alright, get in here.”

Your husband crossed the room with two thundering footsteps, draped his feathery scarf over a chair, then carefully removed his spurred boots. Two intimidating accessories stripped away barely affected his menacing appearance, but to you, it revealed the gentle giant underneath. Katakuri’s knees sunk into the huge mattress yet he still towered over you, a mix of adoration and hunger burning in his dark eyes. 

He easily flipped your positions so you rested on top of his bare chest. Always overly careful with your small frame and wanting to eliminate the risk of harming you, which usually resulted in him underneath you. The man who supposedly never lied on his back cared more about your safety than his outward image of perfection. He adored his pretty wife, his tiny wife. Blood rushed to his dick when he noticed that your toes barely reached his hips in this position.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his cropped hair. The taste of sugary strawberry frosting overwhelmed your tastebuds as his broad tongue penetrated your mouth, though he was cautious about keeping his teeth away from your delicate skin. Sensing his hesitation, you broke the kiss to lick along one of his protruding fangs seductively.

“Such a gorgeous little thing,” he murmured reverently before pressing his lips against yours again. “How did I end up with someone as perfect as you?”

“Mama has good taste,” you shrugged with a grin. Katakuri undid his skull-shaped belt buckle and slid out of his tight leather pants, not missing the way you subtly rolled your pelvis against his solid abs. He was incredibly disciplined but he adored your impatience – everything about you was so fucking cute. 

“Jerk me off,” he grumbled against your lips. Straightforward as always, but never intentionally harsh or commanding with you. Katakuri lovingly rubbed the top of your head with his huge hand then brought it down on your ass with a light smack. 

You squealed and gave him one final peck on the lips before stripping, carelessly throwing your clothes onto the floor. Dark eyes admired your naked form as you crawled down his body, playfully tracing the vertical lines of his tattoo, then slid down the elastic waistband of his donut-print underwear. Even at half-hardness, his cock was big enough to split you in two. You straddled his hips and settled your bare core atop his heavy balls.

Katakuri licked his lips at the lewd sight of you wrapping your tiny hands around his dick – your fingertips couldn’t even touch. Spitting on the mushroom head as a meaningless attempt at lubrication, you firmly stroked your palms up and down his massive length. He willed his hips to stay still and let you set the pace, though it was relatively hard to control his animalistic instincts in bed with you. Your tongue darted out to kitten-lick his slit, fingers trailing along his cock’s more prominent veins. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, get me nice and hard. Show me how much you want my cum deep in your womb.” His words went straight to your cunt, and you relieved the ache by grinding down on his testicles. Katakuri cursed under his breath and watched you open your jaw as wide as possible to suckle on the head of his dick. His salty precum had a slight mochi aftertaste – the sticky substance permeated every bit of his body, and the flavor was strangely addicting. 

You noticed your husband eyeing your breasts, their softness squished against his cock and hard nipples massaging the sensitive skin. Even more blood rushed south when he pictured them swollen with delicious milk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking them dry as an additional afternoon snack. With a mischievous smirk, you situated his giant length between your tits and pressed them together for good measure. Katakuri’s cock jerked against you, smearing a hefty load of precum on your cheek.

“You like it when I give you a titjob, huh? Do my boobs feel good wrapped around your dick?” He nodded as if he was in a trance. “Dirty old man,” you chuckled, turning his cheeks an adorable shade of red.

Katakuri never admitted this to you, but he sometimes imagined using you as his own little toy. The most fucked up version of it involved using you as a fleshlight, your body stretching like dough around him as he speared his dick inside your tiny cunt. Seeing how deep it could go, then lifting you up his length and trying again. 

However, that was obviously unrealistic, so he usually imagined you exactly as you were now. Warm skin flush against him, dick nestled between your arms and tits as he used your body to jerk himself off. Maybe that did make him a dirty old pervert, but he had a feeling you’d be willing to try it. 

That dirty fantasy, paired with your debauched expression and your hot cunt moving against his balls, almost pushed him into dangerous territory. But no, he needed to save his cum for something much more important. Katakuri grabbed your thighs and flipped your positions again, hovering over you with lust-blown eyes. 

He growled at the sight of your drenched pussy. “This all for me?” His thick thumb parted your folds to collect your slick, then he stuck the digit in his mouth and slurped happily. “Mmm, so sweet, I could get addicted to this.” As if he wasn’t already. “Can I have more?”

You giggled. “You can have whatever you want, Kata. No need to be so nervous.”

“Don’t wanna break you,” he mumbled breathlessly but didn’t give you a chance to respond. He dove between your legs, his impressive tongue easily splitting your cunt apart and making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“K-Kata… holy fuck.” Your thighs shook around his head as your brain quickly dissolved into mush. “Harder, ahh, please…” 

Your husband eagerly complied, holding your thighs wide open and prodding his wet muscle even deeper inside you. He was already drunk off your juices and your pussy continued to gush around his tongue. When he found the spot that made your back arch off the bed, he licked over it incessantly, pulling away for only a moment to lap at your neglected clit. 

A sharp fang brushed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and made you flinch, but you just grabbed his hair and kept him pressed against your cunt. You would gladly take even the harshest teeth marks if it meant he kept eating you out like that. 

Katakuri restrained himself from going any further when he noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm. “Ready?” He asked, his chin completely soaked in your juices. You nodded eagerly despite not knowing what you were consenting to. You trusted your sweet husband to treat you well – and you wanted a baby just as much as he did.

He sat back on his haunches, clutching your thigh in one massive hand and grabbing the base of his cock with the other. Tilting your bottom half slightly upwards until his dick was aligned with your cunt. For a terrifying yet exhilarating moment, you honestly thought he was going to push it inside. 

“Hold yourself open for me.” Oh. That was his plan. You gladly used both hands to spread your pussy lips wide, your fluttering hole completely visible and begging to be filled by him. Katakuri began roughly jerking off, pretty eyes laser-focused on your cunt as he grunted quietly. He pressed the flushed red tip of his cock against your hole, which was already straining from the tiniest bit of pressure.

“Fill me up, honey,” you whimpered with a blissed-out grin. “Prove that you want to be a father.”

Your husband came with a deep moan as if on command, emptying his balls and spraying copious amounts of thick, creamy cum across your skin. Some of it miraculously made it into your spread hole and trickled deep inside your soaked cunt. The rest overflowed onto your thighs and tummy, globs dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets below. 

Without wasting a moment, Katakuri gathered up some stray cum with two fingers and plunged them into your cunt. You nearly screamed from the sudden intrusion – his digits alone were bigger than any of your past partners’ cocks, and so much better. He repeated the perverted process until nearly every drop was shoved inside your pretty pussy. But he didn’t stop there. An obscene squelching noise echoed throughout the room as he scissored around the pool of his hot semen. Your stomach was stuffed so full of cum that it bulged out into a pretty bump.

“So fucking full. Imagine what you’ll look like pregnant – fuck, I’d get to see this every day.” He practically drooled at the visible outline of his fingers thrusting in and out. Your tiny little body worked so hard to accommodate his size and you loved every second of it. “My sweet cream-filled donut, I could eat you right up.”

You wanted to laugh at his endearing ridiculousness – his adorable love of sweets even found its way into dirty talk. But all air was knocked out of your lungs when he prodded at your cervix, literally trying to shove his cum inside the miniscule opening. He lifted you off the bed by your leg even more, willing gravity to assist the semen flowing inside you.

Katakuri continued to finger-fuck you with calculated thrusts, but when his teeth sunk into your thigh – hard enough to break the skin but not enough to bleed – you finally hit your peak. You shrieked loud enough for all of Totto Land to hear, making it known that your seventeen-foot tall husband likely just fucked triplets into you. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you almost blacked out, but Katakuri kept you grounded in reality with gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, holding your hand and willing your heartbeat to slow down. 

After a few minutes and constant reassurance that you did a great job for him, Katakuri pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with a small plug made of mochi. Just to make sure everything stayed inside you (and because he could stare at your stomach bulge for hours).

“Do you think it’ll work?” You panted quietly, eyes fluttering shut with absolute bliss. “Use your Haki. Will I be all swollen with your baby soon?”

“I can’t see that far into the future,” Katakuri smiled, heart overflowing with love for you. “So let’s keep trying until it does.”

[portagas-chan]

Yours Forever and Ever : Part 1

Yandere Katakuri x Isekai Reader

Summary: [Y/n] is part of the Strawhat Crew. She followed Luffy and the others to retrieve Sanji. However, she was separated from her friends and was kidnapped by Big Mom's children. Luckily, she wasn't going to be killed but held as a hostage by none other than 'Charlotte Katakuri' who is considered to be the strongest sweet commander in the Big Mom Pirates.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/portagas-chan/748738024063516672/yours-forever-and-ever-part-2?source=share

Nobody knew she was from another world, not even the straw hats. She never told anyone and when she first arrived here, she came up with a lie and they all believed her, even Zoro which was surprising. The straw hats accepted her and welcomed her to their crew. She felt joyful.

Anyways, that's not important. [Y/n] was in trouble. She got separated from Luffy and the others in the Seducing Forest. She would be doing okay if she encountered an opponent who was not a sweet commander. However, she would stand no chance against them if they were a sweet commander. She hoped Lady Luck would be on her side today.

[Y/n] walked and walked, she didn't know where she was going but it didn't matter. It wasn't like she could fly. There was nothing she could do. Suspicious enough, the trees shifted to form a path where she found herself outside the Seducing Forest. All the thinking was giving her a headache and she decided to be meh.

[Y/n] looked around in awe at her surroundings. The whole island was literally made up of sweets. It was even crazier seeing this in person. Suddenly, she felt her leg go numb and fell onto her knees. The last thing she saw was the triplets -Smoothie, Citron, and Cinnamon- staring down with Flampe laughing at her.

She widened her eyes in realization, 'I knew it was too good to be true. This was a trap made by Brulee.'

A harsh splash of water stung her face as she scrunched her nose and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Flampe who had a now empty bucket of water, glaring at her, "Was that necessary?"

"You were sleeping so soundly. I thought you weren't going to wake up," Flampe retorted to which she rolled her eyes. She was tied up in a chair.

[Y/n] analyzed her surroundings. Sitting in front of her was Big Mom who stared at her with that creepy grin on her face. It was frightening to see her in person.

Then there was Katakuri and his triplets -Oven and Daifuku- looking intimidating as ever. There was Perospero licking his lollipop and Smoothie with her triplets and of course, Flampe. All attention was on her and it was not in a good way.

"[Y/n] from the StrawHats. I will admit, your captain is a brave one but to survive in the New World, bravery is not enough. Mamamama!" Big Mom laughed.

[Y/n] stayed silent. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared at all. In fact, she was terrified. Terrified of what would happen to her. But she had faith in Luffy. Even if she was kidnapped, she knew Luffy would eventually come and save her. He would never abandon his crew member. That's just how he is.

"So, what do you think we should do with her, my children?" Big Mom asked.

"I say we kill her!" Flampe demanded.

'Bitch,' [Y/n] cursed in her mind.

"Now, now, don't be hasty. Taking her hostage can give us so much advantages in many ways," Perospero suggested.

Big Mom's expression seemed to brighten a little. It seems she likes Perospero's suggestion. "Taking her hostage? I like that! Which one of you would like to take on the job?"

Katakuri stepped up, "Mama, please allow me to deal with her. There's no way she can escape me."

"Katakuri?" Big Mom looked at him, studying his face. When she saw that he was dead serious, she laughed, "You're right! Then it's settled!"

[Y/n] didn't expect Katakuri to voluntarily choose to deal with her. She thought he wouldn't bother with this stuff. Either way, Lady Luck seems to hate her. She knew Katakuri had a soft side behind that mask of his perfect demeanor but it wasn't like she could suddenly bring out his soft side to her. If she ever saw what was under that scarf, he would be blinded by anger and accidentally kill her before he could even hear her out.

Big Mom placed cuffs on her wrists that explode if she disobeyed Katakuri. Crazy, right? She didn't even know you could give certain commands to the cuffs.

One thing she noticed about Katakuri was that he never let her out of his sight. She must always be with him but of course, she was left alone when he had something important to do but he always made sure it ended quickly. But she paid no attention to it, shooking it off as him doing his job and that it was due to the loyalty he had for his mother.

Sitting across him, she could feel the hard stare Katakuri was giving her. He always had that kind of stare whether he was doing it intentionally or unintentionally. Nevertheless, it made her feel nervous as she uncomfortably shifted in her seat.

"Why did you join the Strawhat pirates?" Katakuri started.

She looked up at him, "Are you using your observation haki thing again?"

Katakuri closed his eyes before opening it again, "I asked you a question."

"I will take that as a no," She muttered. "There's no deep meaning behind it, actually. They seemed fun and interesting, that's all."

Katakuri raised his brow, "That's all?" She nodded her head.

"Then will you join our crew under my wing if I promise to make it fun and interesting? I will make sure you stay happy too," Katakuri said.

[Y/n] was puzzled. Why would Katakuri want her to join the Big Mom pirates and be under his wing at that? She tried to think of a good reason but there simply was none. Sure, she could fight but she wasn't all that strong. She wasn't special at all. So, why?

"Why would you want me on your crew? I'm not strong," [Y/n] said.

"You don't have to be strong because I will protect you," Katakuri said and he meant it. He was not joking around. He was being serious.

To [Y/n], this was weird to see Katakuri acting like that. It was out of his character. It has just been a two days since they first met and he's acting like they have known each other for years.

[Y/n] remembered something important. "Why are you asking me that when you already know the answer?" She raised her hands to show the cuffs.

Katakuri smirked behind his scarf and [Y/n] could tell because his eyes changed a bit.

Katakuri stood up from his chair and walked towards [Y/n]. She tensed up when she saw him approached her. He sat on an empty chair beside her and dragged it closer to her.

He suddenly picked her up and placed her on his lap. His hand on her thigh slowly rubbing it while the other hugged her in place.

Don't get her wrong. She loves Katakuri but being this close to him like this and having no choice but to obey him in real life was scary. He was so huge too and it didn't make it any better.

"Katakuri?" She called out nervously.

"Are you scared?" Katakuri touched her hair, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.

If she were to answer him honestly, it would be a yes and a no. He looks intimidating and scary, but she knows he's actually a cutie inside. He was getting touchy with her and she honestly doesn't know how to feel about it.

In the end, [Y/n] is unable to answer at all.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you," Katakuri reassured her. "And I promise you, no one will lay a finger on you."

[trashytoastboi]

🍩Charlotte Katakuri Masterlist🍩

🍩 Headcanons: Zoro, Sir Crocodile, Katakuri x S/O – Reacting to them crying in front of them for the first time

🍩 Headcanons: Shanks, Ace, Katakuri x Royal! Reader – Working as their bodyguard

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Katakuri reacting to a messy kitchen when S/O tried to cook for them

🍩 Fluff Alphabet: Law, Katakuri – O, L, V

🍩 SFW & NSFW Headcanons: Law, Katakuri x S/O

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Marco, Katakuri x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma

🍩 Headcanons – Stripper AU! Doflamingo, Shanks, Katakuri with F! Reader

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Ace, Katakuri, Robin, Zoro – Reacting to their crush that is super wary about sleeping around other people but is fine with them

🍩 Headcanons: X-Drake, Smoker, Doflamingo, Katakuri reacting to discovering their S/O is a sea dragon

🍩 Headcanons: Charlotte Family Members (Katakuri, Daifuku, Oven, Perospero, Pudding, Brulee, Smoothie, LinLin, Amande, Cracker) - Reacting to a Painter! Reader

🍩 Short scenarios: Shanks #5. Can I hold your hand? ; Whitebeard #11. Making the other laugh; Katakuri #13. You are my love

🍩 Headcanons: Sabo, Law, Katakuri x S/O who can manipulate memories

🍩 NSFW Headcanons: Dom! Law, Dom! Mihawk, Dom! Katakuri x Sub! F! S/O – In subspace

🍩 Short Scenarios: Smoker, Killer, Katakuri x Reader – Being comforted after a fight with their parents and not feeling like they’re living up to expectations

🍩 Headcanons: Alpha! Marco, Alpha! Law, Alpha! Katakuri x Omega! S/O - Courting

[lovelyangelxxx]

thantophobia | various one piece characters x reader

thantophobia; (n.) the phobia of losing someone you love

→ the aftermath of an argument 

→ angst w some comfort..? (toxic relationships..?), g/n reader

→ sanji vinsmoke, sir crocodile, eustass kidd, trafalgar law, charlotte perospero, and charlotte katakuri

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

sanji vinsmoke ♡

~sanji felt terrible after being angry with you. he felt so lost and panicked, unsure of what to say and how to apologize. it’s been a couple of hours before he approached you with much caution, bent down to your curled up figure, and asked for your forgiveness. you mumbled a small apology as well which made him sigh with relief. you glanced up at him with wet eyes and smiled softly, thankful that he had come to reconcile.

“you’re everything to me.”

sir crocodile ♡

~crocodile raised his voice and saw your figure start to tremble. you started sobbing, thin streams of tears rolling down your cheeks as you walked away from him. he furrowed his eyebrows and hated himself so much for making you cry. it was the worse thing he could’ve done. he hates making his angelic and beautiful lover cry. he grabs you with his hand before you could walk out the door and mutters a small apology. you tell him that you’re still upset with him, but he responds with a chuckle, telling you that he will somehow make up for it and do whatever you desire. 

“don’t cry, i hate it when you cry.”

eustass kidd ♡

~arguments between you and kidd were frequent, yet always over something trivial. however, this argument was serious and he had truly hurt your feelings. he had yelled things you never imagined he ever would and it completely broke you. you dashed off the ship and ran as far as your legs could take you. your heart hurt so much that your chest started burning with the wish that your worst fear hadn’t come true. but unfortunately it had. eustass kidd broke your heart within mere seconds which ironically was the same amount of time that you had fallen deeply in love with him. 

“this is breaking my heart.”

trafalgar law ♡

~even after everything he has been through, law was a pretty stable man. however, after you entered his life, you had become his everything. of course, he has his other priorities, but you had infiltrated his heart and his mind, so when a heated argument ends with you walking out the door he became desperate. he frantically runs towards you and apologizes, tears on the verge of leaving his wet eyes. he loathes every second of that argument and forgets all of the fury that once filled him, desperately asking you to stay. 

“if you walk away, everything will fall apart.”

charlotte perospero ♡

~perospero was a prideful man and his pride definitely took a part in your arguments with him. you felt as if your husband wasn’t trying hard enough to stay with you or understand you. you tried so hard to get through the walls of pride that stood in his heart, yet they never faltered. after one argument, you simply broke down and couldn’t handle his behavior anymore. if he wouldn’t try neither would you, and you had given up out of exhaustion and a broken heart. 

“don’t you understand that i’m trying?”