#thanks so much for requesting!! :D

[hanasinbloom]

hi hi i'm back with Request Part 3: gwen and cody my beloveds pls n thank <3

Some more OG faves of mine!! ❤ Gotta love the mean goth girl + nerdy boy simp dynamic lolol

[ Requests are still open! ]

[waveoftheocean]

vashwood comm for @bohemienne6!!

[cupiidzbow]

comm batch from last week’s slots!!!! thank you soso much to everyone who commissioned me!!! 🫶🏽🌈✨

art in order for:

(@h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt , @asexualfoxmccloud , @starstruckloves , toadettegal on twitter, @cj-furry-shipper and @feliville !!! )

[lost-in-yahargul]

The Doll comforting Lady Maria for an art piece?

She has so much guilt weighing her down, someone hold her while she falls asleep

[duckzz]

for the mistletoe thing, maybe 1 with dew and rain?

a kiss from rain is everything an upset dew needs to feel better <3

woOOoh thanks anon for finally giving me the motivation to work on my dew and rain designs!! idk if i'll stick with them, but i'm satisfied for now!! :D

prompts <3

[apologetic-artist]

Can you draw some Yellow Guy plsss :]

Of course!! I don't usually draw Yellow but this is some good practice! Also, @frayedcircus asked for some Yellow so here ya go!

I'm really proud of these sketches and I hope yall like them too.

[whereismyhat5678]

Gustavo and Pizzahead in the same room, what would happen?

…

He will soon cease to exist

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

Saw u asking for art reqs uhhh I can’t remember if I’ve already requested smth from u bc I have the memory of a dead rat Fr so sorry if I already have but

could I maybe have some javey please?

I'm late for javid thursday so uh, happy javey friday?

eyes

[ladsofsorrow24]

commission link -> x

[myntrose]

was wondering if you could do Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, and Aether (if you do him) w/ a male s/o that people call mother nature cause he is basically mother nature lolz (hcs)

ex. tending to plants, having a strong dendro vision, nature-themed clothes, flowers and leaves in hair, etc.

basically just one big scary motherly male reader lolz

srry if this doesn't make sense :3

-Tea Anon | If possible plssss

welcome Tea Anon :D this was such a cute ask （ ；´Д｀）*sobs*

(✿)genshin men with a nature reader(✿)

ft: Aether, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti x male! reader (separately)

cn: established relationships, dendro! reader, masc described reader(i don't think pronouns were used tho) , reader is on the softer side :D, kaeya n venti being drunk, and shorter hc on venti cause i don't know how to write him as well t-t, sweet fluff

a/n: omg my first ask for this fandom IM SO EXCITED AHHHH I also included a mini blurb after each headcanon :D

summary: little headcanons with the genshin men and their nature oriented boyfriend :D

word count: 1.1k

Aether

being with Aether is such a dream for any botanist alike; with him going to different nations on the daily its just the perfect opportunity for you to collect different plants for different regions

oh, do some plants not survive in the same environment as the other? no worries! Aether has already built different biomes and greenhouses in his teapot for you :D

regardless of being the renowned traveler, its not uncommon for him to return back to you with some sort of injury

it really helps that your vision allows you to create medicinal herbs and plants alike

it's quite a sight for people when they see the fearless traveler being scolded by his boyfriend

matching flower crowns!!! Aether allows you to play with his hair and weave in little flowers and leaves ( 0/)w(\0✿)

After a long day of doing commissions, Aether can finally take a break. That's what he thought 3 hours ago, before he accepted another job. Well, more like Paimon accepting the job for him... "Oh come on Traveler, we need the mora!" At least it was an easy task; All he had to do was collect a bouquet of different flowers.

Aether went around the entire of Mondstadt picking as many regional flowers as he could. Before long, he completely wiped the entire area clean. Unfortunatly, he still needed a few more to complete the bouquet. Just as he started to dig his wallet to buy flowers from Flora, a ring of said flowers started to appear around him.

"I heard from around that a certain Traveler was in need of some Windwheel Asters. To be honest, I was quite disappointed that you didn't come to me first."

Looking behind him, Aether turns to face you. Oh, he recognizes you. The infamous dendro user, Mother Nature, as most call you. He's seen you around before, but has never had the time to talk to you. Just as he starts to thank you for the help, you pick up one of the Asters, placing it delicately in his hair.

You wish you could take a picture of his face, as it was a red as the flowers themselves.

Diluc Ragnvindr

guys lets all take a moment and think about all the possibilities diluc and a dendro reader would have

(im gonna write a whole different series for this later lol)

we have mr. diluc, owner of the dawn winery, who needs grapes, with a dendro user, who's strength rivals that of the dendro archon herself

yea, it's great of business lol

diluc knows a bit about cultivating and caring for plants too, so if you ever gift him any plants or flowers they'll always be in top condition

also, if you give him any cut flowers i imagine he would dry them and use them as bookmarks (◕﹏◕✿)

there were times that diluc was to scared to come near you, just because he thinks he might burn the leaves in your hair or the plants you create

he probably got people to build you a little greenhouse outside of the dawn winery to keep all your plants

Just like the wind, word travels fast around Mondstadt. It isn't everyday that the townsfolk get to gossip about the uncrowned king of Mondstadt's love life.

Many rumors sprout about how the two of you met. Some say it might be because of your elemental abilities. Other stories consist of you having a similar social status as Diluc, being known throughout the city.

Whatever the case may be, it's safe to say that meeting you was one of the best moments in Diluc's life. He finds peace and solace in you, something that was taken away from him at a young age. While Diluc is used being the protector of Mondstadt, he can't help but feel his heart beat a little bit faster when you tend to him.

Kaeya Alberich

man all the nicknames he has for you AHHH

"My Rose" "My dear Calla Lily" "My Prince"

i feel like he would be a natural romantic, always bringing you flowers + gifts on dates

before he dated you, there was never a plant inside his home. he doesn't think he has a "green thumb". but if you give him plants/bring them over, he'll try his best to take care of them

whenever he's out on expeditions, he tries his best to always bring you along (unless the mission is to dangerous) since he knows you've always preferred the outdoor

he's quite the romantic, so he definitely knows a bit about flower language

so please please give him calla lilies (◕﹏◕✿) he falls a little deeper in love with you every time you give him some

(calla lily in flower language can mean beautiful AHHHH)

sometimes diluc will rely on you to make sure kaeya gets home safe after a round or two at angel share

It's late at night when you get a messenger bird, altering you of your boyfriends most recent drinking session. You enter Angel Share, to see the scene in front of you.

There at the bar is Rosaria, who's taking another swig of whatever's in her cup, Diluc, who's cleaning the bar, and Kaeya, who's slouched onto the counter. It takes one look from the Diluc to understand that it's time to drag Kaeya out of the bar.

The wind was strong this night, with the Calvary captain on your shoulder. "You really need to go easy on those drinks, Kaeya." Said man starts to giggle next to you, before turning to face you.

"...thank you, for caring for me, my prince"

Venti

is Venti a whole god and can handle himself? yes

does he still need monitoring with his alcohol intake?

yes

while he may be so shamelessly flirty, he really is so in love with you

besides the usual "windblume", he would also call you "dandelion"

his favorite spot to hang out with you would be the tree in windrise

he likes sitting on one of the branches while you tend to the tree and create foliage as you go

(has asked you to help in the making of grapes for wine lol)

Many have been thanking the anemo archon for the calm and cooling breeze that has been passing by all week. Some believe that something good must have happened to him, or that he's decided to bless the land of freedom for the fun of it.

Venti can't help but laugh while hearing all the prayers and thanks from the people of Mondstadt. Looking down at your lap, you're met with the most love-struck gaze and lopsided grin you've ever scene.

"What's gotten you in a good mood?" You ask while combing through his hair, removing the leaves and flowers that were previously braided in them. All you get back is a small "ehe", before Venti goes back to humming a small tune.

i rly hope this was written well a lot was written during 12-3 am lol

[good-beanswrites]

Haruka clenched his fists. “Y-you would be surprised if you woke up and -- and -- and your cell was full of ice cream!

I was just thinking of this line from your last Mikoto drabble and wondered… Can you make this happen?

I certainly can >:3 I tried for a while to frame this as straight-up comedy, but it actually worked so much better as something sweet, with silly lines here and there :) Thank you so much for the request, it was so fun!! (Also, I wrote John using Mikoto's name for ease, but in my mind he's switching between first person pronouns.)

There was someone unexpected in cell 009. 

No, no, it’s not like that. Everyone was very aware that there were two distinct residents of that cell. John himself was very aware of his position in that cell. 

The thing was, someone else ended up in there, too. 

John kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep. The other person was here on a mission. They’d slipped in without creaking the metal door. Their footsteps were nearly inaudible against the floor. He would have thought it was Kotoko, with skills like that, but she would have leapt to an attack. This person was busy doing… something. 

He strained his ears. It was impossible to tell their goal. They were going in and out, moving things around. Was it a trap? There weren’t enough materials in the prison to set a trap. Were they stealing things from around the room? He had nothing of value. Plus, he was sure Mikoto would have given anything to anyone who asked. What, then?

Unable to come to any conclusion, he readied himself. He’d protect himself. He always did.

In one fluid motion, he rolled out of the bed and pinned the other to the ground. The perpetrator let out a high-pitched squeak. Impossibly wide and frightened eyes looked up at him.

“Haruka…?” That was the last person he was expecting. John squinted around the room. “What the --”

Ice cream. He didn’t know what it meant, but that’s what Haruka had been arranging. Dishes and dishes of ice cream. Everywhere. Plates stacked on the desk. Bowls strewn across the floor. All  vanilla. There was a scattering of toppings; some with colorful sprinkles and others dripping with chocolate sauce. When he’d tackled the poor boy, he sent another dish of it clattering across the ground.

“I’m sorry! Ah, I-I, ah, I’m sorry!” Haruka squeezed his eyes shut. “It-it’s a, it was a surprise, for you! For M-m-mikoto…!”

“A surprise?”

“The other d-day he said, we were, we were talking ab-bout --”

“He asked for this?”

“Uh, no, but --”

“He didn’t know about it?” John’s eyes narrowed. “It’s some kinda prank?”

“NO! No, n-no I’m not being m-mean. It was f-fun. A fun surprise.” Haruka held his palms up, unable to make his smile anything but panicked. “...Surprise!”

John stared.

Despite how nonsensical the whole situation was, there didn’t seem to be any danger. He rose. Haruka scrambled to his feet. 

John gestured to the extensive supply of sweets around them. “How did you get all this together, anyway?”

“O-oh!” Haruka wrung his hands. “I was, uh, planning it for a while. I requested ice cream three times in a row. And I n-never ate mine for dessert. I’ve been saving it. Es asked why, b-but they still let me keep it.”

“And why did you? Why do all this for Mikoto?”

“I t-told you, it was sup-supposed to be fun...”

John braced himself against the desk. He was just wondering how long it would take to take care of this mess. He mused, “it’s all going to melt.” 

He might as well have thrown a punch, the way Haruka’s expression shifted. “I’m sorry! I’m -- I… I didn’t think of that…”

“Eh? You don’t need to apologize or anything. It’s fine.” 

They fell into silence. Haruka shifted on his feet. 

“Y-you… can have it, if you want. The ice cream. I didn’t let anyone else have it but-but, you can, I think. ”

“I don’t want the ice cream.” He wanted to be left alone. He wanted the cell clean so Mikoto didn't stress out about cleaning it. He wanted to avoid being bothered by bizarre ‘surprises’ first thing in the morning.

His stomach disagreed, apparently. It let out a loud grumble. Both prisoners looked over. 

He muttered a curse. With a huff, he picked up one of the bowls. 

“Alright. But even if I did eat this, or Mikoto did, there’s no way I could finish it all.” He shoved it into Haruka’s hands. “You made this mess, you’re gonna help me deal with it.”

The boy nodded frantically. 

“Come on, you can sit here. Pass me that one, with the syrup. And hurry it up.”

[eskiinox]

Hey! If you’re still doing doodles I would love to see how you draw Nikignik. Seeing you doodles for hfth make me so happy 💜

NIKIGNIK ONE HUNDRED EYES IN THE DARK!!!!!!!!!!! my design for him is just a mash of creatures (like why does he have 6 legs??? not a clue) BUT LOVE HIM DEARLY!!!!!!!!!

thanks to my friend @thecatspasta for antler inspiration :D

[waterfallofspace]

I’ve been missing s/oukoku content lately so anything and everything you feel like writing for them is more than welcome! But maybe🌻🌺 for d/azai?

I've been missing them too! Hopefully this can help satiate that desire a little!~ <3 thank you for the request!

🌺 pollen 🌻taken by surprise from ~This Ask List~

Word Count: 1.8k Characters: D/azai, C/huuya, mentions of others

(cw: swearing)

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me.” 

Dazai offers a smirk, bending his head back to meet Chuuya’s eyes from his perch on the couch. The ADA offices have been empty all morning, everyone out on their various cases. Dazai himself was supposed to join Atsushi, but the case had taken a police oriented twist, so Ranpo decided he wanted in. And of course, what Ranpo wants… 

It’s not like he’s complaining. Getting to lounge around the office all day instead of venturing out into the world? Seems like winning. Especially when it means he gets the chance to annoy the hell out of the poor, unsuspecting, Mafia agent sent to the office. And this day only gets better. This time it’s Chuuya. 

“I assure you,” Dazai says, whipping himself around to a more proper seating position. “There is no ‘fucking’ going on. At least, not yet.” 

The last line is flavoured with a smile, one Chuuya lets out an immediate groan upon hearing, hand resting on his forehead. The other hand is more occupied with- hiding behind his back? Well, this is certainly intriguing. 

“And what brings you to our lovely little office on this fine day?” Dazai starts, leaning to the side to catch a peek- 

But Chuuya sees it coming, and slides his body to the left to avoid the gaze. “Orders, what else?” 

“I guess then the question becomes, what brings your boss to require you at our office?” 

There’s a beat. It’s just a quick pause, almost nothing to anyone else, but Dazai can read it as plainly as a word on paper. Chuuya is lying. 

“He wanted to check in on something.” 

“And what would that be?” Dazai almost purrs, feigning innocence as he inches himself off the couch and closer to Chuuya. 

“None of your business,” Comes the reply, Chuuya stepping back noticeably. Though, Dazai observes, seemingly without conscious thought. He’s merely reacting to the movement. There’s something he wants hidden, and Dazai moving closer is subconsciously threatening that. Today certainly has gotten interesting. 

“Really? Hold on, something’s bothering me. The Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, Chuuya, an employee of the Port Mafia, me, of the Armed Detective Agency…” Dazai pauses, tilting his head with a performative gesture, “that almost seems like exactly my business!” 

Chuuya seems to roll his eyes, but Dazai catches them drifting towards the door. Planning his exit. So soon? Well that’s no fun at all, we can’t let that slide.

With one quick gesture, Dazai bounds forward, pinning– 

No one. 

Chuuya managed to leap out of the way, hat slightly askew as he glares Dazai down from across the room.

“What the hell was that?!” 

Dazai just smiles, leaning against the wall. “Well well well, you move fast for your size, Chuuu-ya!” 

The red of Chuuya’s hair is quickly starting to match his face, though he’d be quick to correct you that it’s anger, not embarrassment. And yet, Dazai’s attention is focused elsewhere. Something’s starting to bloom, something deep within his sinuses. That nagging feeling that you’re about to sneeze, and the looming threat that it won’t stop. 

Shrugging it off with a simple sniffle, Dazai returns his focus to Chuuya. Still… the itch intrigues him, as much as annoys. There shouldn’t be any reason for it, and the unknown cause is as much a cure for boredom as irritating Chuuya. Then again… 

As he sniffles again, rubbing his nose carelessly, Dazai can’t help but notice Chuuya flinches. It’s barely there, blink and you’d miss it, but Dazai knows him well enough to clock it. Guilt? This day only gets better and better!

Deciding to act on his theory, Dazai brushes against the bridge of his nose, gleeful as the appendage trembles in response. Letting the hitch in his breath fall through his words, Dazai turns towards Chuuya with a “So thihhs business?” 

“Wh- what?” 

“The super secret business that I just can’t know about? That Mori sent you here for?” Dazai continues, hiding a smile as Chuuya groans inwardly. 

“Are we still on this? What part of none of your fucking business do you not understand?” With a growl, Chuuya points his last comment mostly towards the floor, “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” 

“Awhhh, Chuu-yaa!” Dazai coos, sincerity dripping from every false smile coating his words, “How sweet of you to say!” 

“I was being sarcastic asshole,” Chuuya replies, in that beautifully frustrated tone. Music to Dazai’s ears. 

Ignoring the comment completely, Dazai focuses his attention on his nose once more, playfully rubbing it, pausing for a desperate, “hih’yeAShhoo! –eh’ASHhoo!” 

Chuuya jumps slightly, leaving Dazai grinning. With a sniffle that leaves even him wincing, Dazai hitches, and hitches, and… 

“heEHH!- Whew, sorry about that! Thought I was gonna sneeze again. Something’s really setting me off it seems.” 

There were many replies Dazai expected. Perhaps a groan, a glare, some cursing, even a muttered blessing if Chuuya was feeling generous. What he wasn’t expecting was to feel something soft touch his face, met by the most genuine, desperate itch he’d felt in months. 

He barely manages to stammer out a few broken syllables, catching a glimpse of Chuuya’s smug face through his rapidly watering eyes. The last thing he picked up before his eyes snapped shut was the stunning bouquet resting in Chuuya’s gloved hand mere inches from his face. 

“hH’yEAShhoo! ASHH’oo!” These, like his earlier ones, were performative, meant to startle. But after the first set, his breath caught desperately. The tickle was overwhelming, and he found himself doubled over, flowers pushed aside as his natural ones slipped out on top of each other with a vicious breathy itch. 

“hihh– eh’kNShhiew! tschhiew! Oh god I hhahhh- have… haveto- eh’kNGtiew! heh’ETCH’chew! Can’t stohh.. eshh’iew! ekt’chew!”  

In the gaps between sets, Dazai catches a look at Chuuya’s face. As expected, there’s a proud smile, a self-satisfied glare, and… a hint of concern. That’s what he was looking for. 

Mustering up all his self control, Dazai manages to stall the onslaught, nose twitching violently. Pressing a knuckle against his flaring nostrils, he manages to choke out a few sentences, part one of the manipulation. 

“It looks like Chuuu- Chuuya’s got a few tricks up his sleeve too! But uhhhh,” Dazai pauses, letting his gaze drift for a second. A single tear rolls down his cheek, born from the need to sneeze that was starting to overpower every last one of his senses. “Did, did you plan on it– on it… hihhh… on it working thihhhs… this well?” 

“I- I didn’t think–” Chuuya starts, the concern in his tone far from hidden. Perfect. 

With step one complete, Dazai lets the tide break through, vaguely aiming himself towards the floor as he lets the attack burst out uncovered. Just a little bonus to get on Chuuya’s nerves. 

“aH’TCHhew! eh’kNGtshhew! et’chew! etshhew! hiHHh– hH’ASHHoo! Oh, that one- yEASHH’oo! ‘Sc-use me!” Dazai stutters through the fit, meeting Chuuya’s eyes, “Those reahh… really tihhhckled– ekt’chhiew! tsshhiew! eh’tSChhew! hh’tSCHh’ieew!” 

Finally he gets a moment of relief, not needing to exaggerate at all as he leans against the wall, panting for a moment. On purpose or not, attacks like that really take a lot out of him. 

“Whew, that was intense,” Dazai says, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. The tears, while entirely from allergic irritation, were sure to help his cause.

“Oh shut up, I know you did that on purpose,” Chuuya retorts. There’s hesitance in his tone. He doesn’t know, now does he? He just thinks he knows. Step two. 

“Heyy-” Dazai whines, rubbing his knuckles against his nose, accompanied by a pathetic sniffle. “Chuuya’s the one who just suffocated me in an allergen! How is this possibly my fault?” 

Chuuya opens his mouth to respond, no doubt with some curses and a not-fully-thought-out retort, but Dazai– or, more specifically, Dazai’s nose– doesn’t give him the chance. 

“eh’kNchhew! etSHhiew!” 

“Bless you,” Chuuya replies, the blessing seeming to slip out without though, at least based on the glare he points at Dazai as he rushes to cover it with an insult. “You’re so gross, can’t you at least cover your fucking mouth?” 

Time for step three. With another deep sniff, Dazai lets his gaze settle longingly on the tissue box sitting on Kunikida’s desk. 

“I would, but the tissues are all the way over there, and-” With a dramatic flourish, Dazai lounges himself onto the couch. “I’m suffering! I can’t be expected to walk all the wahh… hihh’eshHhew! ehtchhew! All the way over there.” 

Chuuya’s glare could cut through walls, fists clenching at his side. It’s a 50/50 on whether he hits something, or… 

With a deep sigh, Chuuya slides across the room, setting the bouquet down on a desk as he goes. Once he reaches Kunikida’s, Dazai calls out, “Thank you Ch-uuya! Now if you’d just bring the-” 

He’s cut off by the box hitting him in the face with a dull thud.

“There, now blow your fucking nose, you sound disgusting.” 

Dazai obliges, grinning from behind the tissues as the noise makes Chuuya shudder. A few loose sneezes break through as air begins to flow through his nose again, “eshh’chew! ekt’iew!” the whole ordeal ended with a sigh. 

“You know,” Dazai says with a smirk, “after all the misery Chuuya’s ‘business’ has caused me, I think I deserve to know what it was.” 

“It’s private you moron!” Chuuya yells, but his anger is quickly cut off by another rapid double from Dazai, one perhaps a bit helped along by the soft touch of a tissue against his trembling nose. “hIEShh’oo! ekTSchhew!” 

Chuuya pauses for a second, eyes darting as he seems to be locked in an inner debate. Finally with a resigned sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose with his hand. “I was doing a favour for the kid, alright?” 

Mission successful. Dazai sits up, interest piqued. “Atsushi?” 

“No, the other one. The farm boy.” 

“Kenji?” Dazai asks, a smile starting to work its way over his cheeks. “Was the mighty Port Mafia Executive Chuuya bringing Kenji flowers?” 

Chuuya points a glare at the wall, muttering out, “He was helping me with my garden, and wanted to see the results of what I grew, alright?!” 

Before Dazai can get a word out, Chuuya moves towards the door, picking up the bouquet and shoving it into Dazai’s chest. Dazai barely has a second to react before his nose catches onto the pollen that it deems far too close. 

“hH’ESCHhiew! Ch- Chuuya I– ehKT’chew! eiEShhhew! kEShhew!”

“Just make sure the kid gets them all in one piece, alright?” Chuuya says, grimacing as Dazai abandons the bouquet on the couch beside him and dives for the tissues. “And preferably not coated in bodily fluids.” 

Dazai has a clever retort about ‘fluids’ and where they could end up, but Chuuya doesn’t give him a chance, heading out of the office with a final muttered blessing. 

Blowing his nose again, Dazai stands, taking the bouquet and delicately placing it on Kenji’s desk. 

“He’ll love them,” Dazai murmurs to himself, smiling softly.

[ham1lton]

Hiii, could you do a smau in which y/n is an actress starring in a movie based on a book based on a F1 fanfic and she's meeting the driver (it's up to you who) the fanfic was originally about? Like, maybe she originally starts attending races for character study and then she actually becomes an F1 fan and meeting the driver is actually really embarrassing🙈. You're allowed to make changes or ignore the request if you don't like it. Love your work btw💕

omg this was sent in on the eighth of may and i only just finished it. i apologise but here it is!! i hope u enjoy it!!

[moon-fence]

for request suggestion , ive been obsessing over the afterlife/angel edit u made... can u make another angelic heavenly edit? theyre sooo good it scratches my angel brain 😭 /nf♡

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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