Too Cool For Me

🚨‼️BARTO ALERTA‼️🚨

Let Me Take Care of You

Word count: 1900

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Notes: A small, very light and cute one-shot in response to a post I saw a while ago. I really love Katakuri, and I’ve been wanting to write for him for a while, but I didn’t have a real project involving him. So when I saw your post, @mew-ya , I decided to go for it. I found your idea adorable, and it inspired this piece. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless. I’m taking this chance to say that I really love your art, and your OC Maren is so cool! I absolutely love the duo he forms with Katakuri! 😍

Tags: Katakuri x gn!Reader, fluff, comfort, reader needs rest, SFW. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

You’ve lost track of the days.

Since the failure of Pudding’s wedding, chaos has taken over Whole Cake Island, and rumors of the Charlotte Family’s disgrace are spreading like wildfire across the seas of the New World.

Alliances have been shaken, mistrust is eating away at the bonds woven between the different factions, and the pressure on Big Mom’s powerful family has become unbearable.

You were thrown into this turmoil immediately.

Your days blur together without pause, dictated by tense meetings, endless negotiations, and discussions where every word is carefully weighed. Even though she is not currently on the island, the Empress’s shadow looms over every exchange, and the slightest misstep could prove fatal.

But it’s not just the allies you have to deal with.

The Charlotte family members themselves have become more demanding, more impatient. They want guarantees, results, immediate solutions. You barely have time to breathe between requests.

"Prepare a detailed report on this week’s commercial movements." "We need to review the treaty conditions, make sure the new proposals are drafted by tomorrow." "Tell the cook I want a special dessert, now." "Why hasn’t this file been sent yet?" " The ministers of Totto Land are meeting in an hour, make sure everything is ready.."

Each demand piles on top of the last, forming a mountain of responsibilities that never seems to shrink.

You barely sleep, sometimes you forget to eat, but you don’t have the luxury of slowing down.

As Katakuri’s spouse, you cannot afford to fail.

Fortunately, you are never truly alone. There is always someone – or rather something – there to assist you without you even needing to lift a finger.

The Homies are everywhere around you. These little sentient beings, created by Big Mom, seem to anticipate your every need.

When you sit at your desk, a chair slides under you before you even pull it out.

When you reach for a pen, one of them is already handing it to you, practically vibrating with enthusiasm at the idea of serving you.

When an endless discussion with influential members of the Charlotte family leaves your throat dry, a cup of hot tea magically appears on the table in front of you, placed on a tray by a Homie who doesn’t say a word, preferring to slip away as soon as its task is complete.

If your stomach lets out a quiet growl - which you usually ignore, too focused on your work - a plate of food is suddenly placed beside you. Carefully chosen snacks, never too heavy, just enough to give you a boost of energy without forcing you to stop for too long. You’ve gotten used to eating without thinking, mechanically swallowing whatever is placed in front of you between two paragraphs, two reports, two meetings.

The Homies chatter cheerfully and frenetically around you, and you absentmindedly nod in acknowledgment, accepting what they offer without truly paying attention.

Everything is fluid, organized, almost too perfect. You never have to ask for anything. Everything you need is already there. You accept this silent help as a given, without questioning its origin, without even imagining that someone might be behind it all.

And yet…

That night, you are far too absorbed in your work to wonder about this strange phenomenon.

For weeks, you’ve been stringing together meetings and negotiations with relentless discipline. You barely sleep, you forget to eat, and whenever Katakuri tries to remind you to take a break, you always give him the same answer:

"I’m fine."

No.

You are not fine.

He has been watching you for days, waiting.

Each night, you stay awake long after Katakuri returns from his own missions. Sometimes, he finds you still sitting at your desk at dawn, dark circles under your eyes, fingers tightly gripping a pen or a stack of documents.

Katakuri is not a man of many words. He prefers to observe, to understand. He knows how to spot a crack before it becomes a fracture, how to anticipate a collapse before it’s too late.

And everything about you screams collapse.

He saw it in your posture, more tense than before. In your breathing, shorter. In your hands, trembling ever so slightly, a movement so subtle that no one else would notice.

But he sees everything.

He has been watching you, silently. He knows that look, the look of someone refusing to admit they are pushing past their own limits. He has seen it too often in himself, in his brothers and sisters… but seeing it in you is unbearable.

That night, it’s the last straw.

He comes back late from a mission and, just as he expected, you’re still awake, hunched over a desk buried under paperwork. You don’t even lift your head when he enters.

"You’re home late," you remark absentmindedly, scribbling something on an urgent mission report.

He doesn’t answer.

He has stopped in front of your desk, observing you in silence. He doesn’t need words to understand.

He has watched you exhaust yourself day after day, the fatigue deepening under your eyes, the stiffness settling into your body. He has noted every little sign: the dark circles, the slight thinness of your fingers, the way your shoulders tense under stress.

You want to be perfect.

You want everything to be under control, every task carried out with impeccable precision. Because you refuse to be a burden. Because you refuse to let anyone doubt your worth.

He knows this obsession. He knows what it’s like to want to be infallible.

But he also knows what it costs.

He steps closer and gently takes hold of your wrist, stopping your frantic movements. When he lifts your chin with his other hand to lock eyes with you, his expression is filled with concern.

His skin is warm against yours.

"You’re trembling," he states.

You pull slightly against his grip, trying to free yourself. But he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t squeeze too hard, doesn’t try to restrain you—only to hold you there, to make you understand that he won’t let this slide.

"I’m fine," you breathe out.

A lie.

Again.

And he’s had enough of hearing them.

"Did you take the time to eat properly today?" he asks.

Your gaze wavers.

"How much sleep have you gotten this week?"

You finally pull away, barely concealing your frustration.

"Kata, I don’t have time to rest. I have to make sure everything runs smoothly. The family has already suffered enough losses, I can’t…"

"You can’t what?"

He interrupts you, his voice slightly sharper. He doesn’t need to raise his tone.

"You can’t show the slightest weakness? Do you think that’s what will prove you deserve your place here?"

You clench your teeth.

"I have to be up to the task. After the disaster of Pudding’s wedding, we have to prove that we are still reliable. You don’t understand…"

"Don’t talk to me as if I don’t know what it means to carry a burden."

Silence falls. He still doesn’t break eye contact.

Then, without warning, he moves around the desk and lifts you effortlessly, his movements fluid and controlled. A small gasp of surprise escapes you, but he doesn’t give you the chance to protest further.

"Kata! Put me down right now, I have work to do!"

"No. Not tonight!"

His tone is firm.

He doesn’t slow down as he carries you away from your desk.

With slow but determined steps, he crosses the room. Every muscle in his body seems tense, not with anger, but with unwavering resolve and he gently sets you down on the couch before disappearing into the adjacent room.

You hear faint sounds: the opening of a cupboard, the soft clinking of porcelain.

A few moments later, he returns. In one hand, a thick, warm blanket. In the other, a steaming cup of tea.

Without a word, he drapes the blanket over you. Then, he places the cup in your hands. The contact of the warm ceramic against your fingers sends a slight shiver through you. You want to protest, to argue that you don’t need this, that you have to get back to work. But the moment the warmth of the cup seeps into your hands, something inside you cracks.

An invisible tension you weren’t even aware of carrying begins to fade, little by little. Your back, usually rigid and straight, sinks slightly against the couch. You slowly lower your gaze to the cup.

And suddenly, everything clicks into place.

The Homies who always seem to know exactly what you need. The snacks that appear without you asking. The supplies, the reports, the documents that always seem to be within reach.

It wasn’t coincidence.

It wasn’t just the Homies diligently doing their jobs.

It was him.

Katakuri.

Since the very beginning, he had made sure you ate, even when you were too absorbed in your work to think about it. He had ensured you stayed hydrated, that your belongings remained in order, that nothing was missing.

He had anticipated your every need, orchestrating everything in the shadows, without ever expecting anything in return. Without even telling you.

You slowly lift your eyes to him.

He says nothing.

He stands there, tall and imposing, arms crossed, watching you with that unwavering, piercing gaze. But there is no reproach, no irritation in his expression.

Only patience. And determination.

"You lecture me when I skip a meal, when I don’t get enough sleep… But what about you? Who takes care of you?"

You lower your eyes, unable to respond.

Because he’s right.

He sighs again and settles next to you. Then, to your great surprise, he loosens the scarf covering his face and lets it fall onto his lap.

This simple gesture is a silent declaration of trust, a way to show you that you are important enough for him to lower this barrier. One that he never lets down in front of anyone.

Katakuri never shows his face.

Even in your presence, he always ensures he stays in the shadows. He doesn’t want you to see him too clearly. He doesn’t want to witness that flicker of fear or disgust he has seen far too many times in others’ eyes. Even though you have told him, again and again, that his face neither frightens nor repulses you.

But that’s not the kind of thing one believes easily after a lifetime of rejection.

So, he never responded.

He never told you that he believes you, that he accepts your words.

But to you, it isn’t necessary. He doesn’t need to say it. You have understood for a long time that his scarf is not just an accessory.

It is his wall.

His shield.

And yet, tonight, he lets it fall.

Not for just anyone.

For you.

Right now, in this moment, there are no negotiations, no reports to write, no alliances to manage. There is only him, you, and this bubble of quiet he is trying to offer you.

He gently removes the cup from your hands and sets it on the table beside you.

Then, without a word, he reaches for the blanket he gave you earlier and wraps it around both of you, pulling you close to ensure the warmth envelops you both.

You take a deep breath, and the familiar scent of Katakuri soothes you more than you’d like to admit.

Little by little, your resistance fades. Your body gives in to exhaustion, and you let yourself lean into him.

You fought sleep for a moment, your mind still reluctant to completely surrender, but one last glance at him was enough to make you understand.

You can finally let go in complete safety.

Katakuri will not leave.

He will watch over you.

As he always has, in silence, in the shadows, without ever asking for recognition.

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Future Kids PART 2

a/n: PART TWO AND MY FAV PART NGL anyways i went full indulgence on shinsou lol hes the insporation for all this anyways

Gosh not me after writing and going way to far into my world for shinsou eek

pairings: midoriya x reader, shinsou x reader, shoji x reader

warnings: none, fluff

summary: they meet their kids from the future

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Midoryia Izuku

- he was fixing the leg on one of the chair in the commons when a kid jumped on him

- he coughed and sat up in alarm

- he almost hit the chair ngl

- “DADDY!! Hi! You’ll never guess what happened today! A kid got her quirk in class and then she lost control and then it hit me! Wait why are you so tiny and small? Did you shrink or something? And why are you so soft?” she poked his cheek a couple times

- he just blinked at her

- she looked about 7?

- he couldn’t help but notice she was a literal carbon copy of him

- well her hair was long and sort of like yours but it was green

- and her eye shape looked like yours

- he blushed a bit at catching himself comparing her to you

- “um hello? Whats your name?” he asked her as he shifted a bit to look at her better

- “d-daddy you don’t know my- my name??” she was about to cry

- he panicked

- his arms were flying around everywhere

- “NO NO I- I know your name!” he lied trying to save her from crying

- she smiled and hopped off him

- honestly he was lucky she had a back pack on her with her name on it or else he never would have figured it out

- he got a bag of fruit snacks out of the pantry and handed it to her

- “so Sakura where does your mom work?” he asked her as she ate

- maybe he could drop her off there

- “come on daddy you know this, she works with you at the deku-(your hero name) agency” she said calmly

- dekus face went red again

- that was his hero name

- and your

- and agency

- he stuttered out words that didn’t make a lot of sense

- the little girl turned to him and grabbed both his hands

- she placed them on her cheeks and squirshed her face in between them

- he gave her a puzzled look

- “well this is what mommy does when you started freaking out, I thought it would work,” she smiled up to him

- he had tears in his eyes on hearing that

- ok 

- so he had his kid from probably the future sitting next to him at the table

- now what

- well the universe had an answer for that

- and the answer was your ass chasing one Denki Kaminari at high speed through the front door

- “DENKI KAMINARI, YOU IDIOT IM GOING TO PUNCH YOU SO HARD YOULL BE STUCK IN THE CEILING FOR A WEEK!” you yelled

- the blonde squeaked before bolting to Midoriya

- “MIDORIYA! You have to help me!” he begged, not seeing the small girl next to him

- “w-what did you do?” he hadnt seen you this mad since Bakugou had blown up your homework on accident

- “I- I might have failed at hitting Kirishima and shocked Y/n with a lot of volts,” it all came out in a rush

- your growled at him and he ran up the stairs before anything else could happen

- you were about to follow before you fully took in your surroundings

- Midoriya was here

- there is a small child next to him

- they just saw you basically growled

- shit

- “umm- heyy~” you smiled a bit and flattened your hair down to look a bit nicer

- “hi y/–”

- “MAMA!! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!”

- Sakura bounded up to you

- you reflexively dropped and she jumped to hug you

- you blinked at the floor before looking to Midoriya

- “Izuku whats happening?” you mouthed to him

- he opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out

- he could just stare as your attention got drawn back in my the girl at she adamantly told you her earlier story

- the similarities between him and Sakura were obvious but when she stood next to you it was obvious you two were related some how

- everything subtle about her was you

- honestly he caught on quickly and there was a serge of pride

- all he was thinking was that you both did a good job

- he smiled at you both 

- his heart swelled at you being so motherly

- he gulped though when you gave him a knowing glance

- you were smart

- you had eyes

- so you joined their little snack break, turning to the boy after showing the girl where the waters were

- “Im taking this as a sign”

- “a- a sign for wh- what?”

- “a sign I should ask you out now”

- he stuttered out a yes for almost five minutes

- Sakura had come back in the middle of it and hopped in his lap

- that didnt help

- she ended up going back about an hour later

- almost gave Izuku a heart attack

Shinsou Hitoshi

- so you were the one that this one starts with

- you were coming out of the shower when you found a boy looking to be 15 sitting on your bed

- you verbally yelled

- you were lucky you changed in the bathroom

- “GET OUT WHAT THE FUCK!” you had your math book in your hand and above your head in seconds

- “WAIT DONT SWING HOLD ON MOM!” he yelled and hopped up before thinking

- “WHO ARE YOU CALLING MOM?!”

- “PUT THE BOOK DOWN IM SORRY!” he panicked

- you looked at him for a second before slowly putting your ‘weapon down’

- “who are you”

- “well um I don’t think you’ll believe me but uhh i’m your son,” he sat down on your bed again

- you gave him a look

- he sighed

- “well I- ok well ya see Chiyo- oh crap I mean my sister- just got her quirk and it’s weird time travel or warps or something like that and I was watching her and Aron- my brother- while you and dad were out on a date and she lost control or something and now I’m here and I don’t know,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands

- you stared at him

- he did look like you 

- like a lot like you

- the only thing that wasn’t you was the small features that made him more defined

- “are the other two here to?” you asked sitting down in your desk chair

- “I- I think so? I don’t know where though and I knew this was your old room so I thought I’d ask you if you’d seen them,” he sighed again “ugh I’m sorry mom”

- you were starting to grasp everything now

- “its alright you didn’t do anything,” you smiled when he looked up at you. “well lets go find the other two… um”

- “koshi”

- “koshi” you repeated

- you were both walking around the campus looking for the other two

- he told you different things that wouldn’t ruin the future

- he said Chiyo was the youngest, almost 6

- Aron was 10

-  you had to stop him a lot from saying to much

- you both had found your way to a training area when all might caught both of your attentions

- “Y/N!” the retired hero yelled over to you

- he had a small girl hold his hands that also looked suspiciously like you

- well minus the eyes they were a bright purple and the violet streak that ran through her hair

- “all might?” Koshi sounded amazing at the sight of him

- you laughed a bit

- Chiyo let go of his hand and sprinted to you

- “ MAMA I WAS SO SCARED! But the mr all might helped me! Oh oh and Koshi! Yay!” he patter her head when you picked her up

- he was still overly amazed by all might

- like midoriya level interested

- all might came to talk to you both

- you dont blame him 

- you bumped koshis arm to get him to ask for an auto graph before walking a little away to give them some space

- then Shinsou and Aizawa came around the corner

- you didnt see at first, to preoccupied with the girl in your arms that acted way to much like you to be healthy

- but shinsou sure as heck noticed you

- he had had a ten year old run straight in the middle of a training session a half an hour ago and almost kicked him in the gut

- and when the basically mini shinsou started going on a rant about now knowing where the heck Chiyo and Koshi were he was left completely confused

- Aizawa was the one who ended up getting the kid to calm down and tell them his name and enough info to find whoever he was talking about

- “alright hold on who did you say your parents were?” aizawa asked while pinching the bridge of his nose

- “Hitoshi and Y/n Shinsou,”

- shinosu spat the water out he was drinking

- aizawa eyes widened

- the kid was clearly to old for that to be right now

- then he told them how he got there and they all went to go find you

- when they found you with a little girl and a boy talking to all might they knew who the kids were right away

- “Oh Shinsou Hey!!” you adjust the girl and waved to him

- he gave you a small wave and came up to you with Aron on his heels

- “mom! thank goodness” the ten year old came up and hugged you “woah is that all might?!” you laughed and nodded before he went and joined his brother

- “so um.. Y/n I have something to tell you,” shinsou rubbed the back of his neck when you smiled at him

- he opened his mouth to talk when Chiyo cut him off

- “whos y/n?” she looked between you two. 

- “well that would be me,” you smiled at her and poked her sides

- she laughed a bit “no, daddy always calls you ‘love’ or ‘kitty’, thats your name mama” she giggled

- shinsou audibly gulped

- you smiled and raised your eyebrows at shinsou

- “you figured it out didnt you”

- you laughed

- “oh what? The fact that our entire family is here?” 

- shinsou sighed and nodded

- the boys came running back over to you two, both with papers in hand and incredibly big smiles while all might went over to aizawa to ask what the heck was happening

- “oh dad! Hi! you were a lot smaller when you were my age,” Koshi snorted at that last part while Aron started showing of his autograph to you

- “hey im not that small ya brat”

- “lot smaller than you are when we’re around,” Koshi shot back

- definitely has shinsous attitude

- “hey mommy, why IS daddy so tiny?” the girl in your arms asked

- you and the boys both busted out laughing at that one

- shinsou took the girls from your arms and started poking her sides quickly as she laughed

- “why you little” he said as she laughed

- you all ended up having a family day

- they ended up running into midoriya and all of them rushed him yelling about Uncle deku

- oh so i get stuffed on being small but not him” shinisou muttered next to you

- you snorted at that one

- they ended up all disappearing and going back around 9 that night

- and Shinsou finally had a good opening to ask you out

Shoji Mezo

- we all know that there is nothing in this boys room except his desk and bed right

- so when he was chilling on the balcony and heard a soft thud he knew nothing had fallen and was like

- huh now?

- so he turn around

- and finds a little girl?

- she looks like 5? maybe?

- shes looking around her from her spor on the floor

- she looks super calm too like

- whats going on

- Shoji just walks into his room slowly so he doesn’t scar her

- he pulled up his mask before heading in and kneeling down

- “hello?” he just sits in front of her a little distance away

- he really doesn’t want to freak her out

- she whips around to him and her smile is so freaking big

- she jumps on him

- “PAPA!!” shes so happy right now

- he doesn’t know what to do

- papa?? hes not a dad? maybe he looks like her dad, ya thats it

- “I- um how did you get in here?” he asked as he put a hand on his back

- she let go of his neck and and plops herself down in his lap and starts ranting about this annoying kid in her class

- his name is Kano and he always over does his actions

- shojis impressed with how she talks ngl

- kinda sounds like him as a kid

- she gets to the part on when he pointed his hand at her and some light happened and she ended up here

- “anyways papa wheres mommy?” she stands u on his knee and smiled at him

- “uhhh,” he doesn’t exactly know what to do for a second

- then she started talking again

- she seemed to talk a lot

- it kind of reminded him of how you for into your rants 

- “wait why are you wearing your mask?”

- he froze

- what? does she wan him to take it off? why? 

- “you don’t normally wear your mask with me? are you uncomfortable with me now?”

- once again he was impressed by how she talked for a five year old

- he couldn’t really dwell on it to long cause she was getting teary eyed and her lip in wobbling

- he panics a bit

- he doesn’t have to much experience with kids or how to stop crying

- then the light of his life and savior came through the door

- now you two had already been dating

- so you just coming into his dorm was completely normal

- “Hey babe! I brought some snacks and my dvd play– oh are you…. busy?” you entered and looked up

- you blinked at the girl that was almost crying in his lap

- at least until she physically brightening

- she kicked of of the large boy and ran into you

- “MOMMY!!” she basically screamed before latching onto your leg

- you were very confused honestly

- mommy who now?

- shoji was suspiciously red in the corner

- he had noticed how she had looked like you

- minus the hair color and eyes

- you bent down a bit and picked her up on reflex

- “uh shoji? whats happening?”

- “I dont know”

- both of you agreed that you need to go tell mr aizawa

- so you walked there, the little girl messing with your hair

- “by the way, what your name tiny?” you asked, bumping you hip to readjust her a bit

- “mama you know my name,” she giggled 

- you thought for a second

- “but do you?”

- “of course I do mommy!! It’s Aniko!!” she huffed and crossed her arms

- shoji watched you both from his spot next to him

- he never would have come up with something that fast to figure out her name

- when aizawa saw the kid in your arms he looked between you two before sighing

- after shoki said what happened he said that they would figure it out in the morning and just have her stay with one of you tonight

- she was already falling asleep on your shoulder anyways

- so you both just walked back to your dorm setting her in your bed before shoji and you stepped out for a minute

- “I am so sorry about this,” he sighed

- yo just laughed

- “oh dont worry hun. Shes funny. Not to mention Im pretty perfect if I do say myself,” you smiled up to your boyfriend

- he smiled at your little display of pride

- so you both went in the room, he kissed your daughters forehead, then kissed you and left for his room

- you noticed the girl slightly fading as you tucked her in and had a feeling she would be gone by morning

- shoji freaking a bit when he opened your door and found no child but caught on fairly fast lol

one of these is not like the rest

andrew bryniarkski behind the scenes THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING 2006 | “down to the bone” dvd featurette

I randomly gave them a year of life just for aesthetics

Nice and slow

- Love and lust. What a wonderful combination.

Pairing: Bartolomeo x Straw Hat g/n reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 2323

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, dry humping, fingering, first time, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, tender sex.

Summary: Barto and you have been together for a while now, and you wonder if his overexcited self could handle a little more... Fire.

A/N: This is nothing but a self-indulgent work of filth.

Help! I've fallen for Barto and I can't get up.

Read it on AO3

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Bartolomeo was shaking underneath you, barely keeping his overwhelming emotions under control. You were straddling him, wearing nothing but your underwear. Your hand grazing over his well-defined abs, and his clothed erection pressing delightfully against your crotch.

"You know we can stop whenever you want, right?" You reassured with a soft smile, afraid that he was gonna pass out from joy like the last time you tried to be more intimate... and the one before that... And the one before that too.

"I... I'm fine, babe," Bartolomeo said and his blush deepened. His eyes avoided yours for a few moments. The feared captain of the Barto Club was nothing, but a shy mess and you simply loved it.

"You are so beautiful, Barto," you said cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing it with your thumb, and leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. The cannibal sighed and melted under your touch. The time stopped around him and a single happy tear ran down his face.

The warmth of your skin against his and the mixture of tenderness and lust in your kisses were making him harder by the second, but his strong feelings for you restrained him, making it almost impossible to touch you or even move.

Your own arousal was testing your patience and gradually clouding your mind, but for the sake of your poor boyfriend's heart, you had to be gentle. This was his first time and you needed to help him overcome his nervousness before you could bring things a step further.

You reckon he’s made a lot of progress in the time you’ve been together: he was now able to look you in the eye for more than a minute without turning into a mumbling mess or touch you and kiss you without crying -too much- or hyperventilating. But all of this was a whole other level and you needed to be extra careful.

With your lips still on his, and your thumbs stroking his face, you began to slowly roll your hips against him; chuckling at the desperate whine Barto let out. Feeling his growing bulge rubbing against your own arousal.

"Oh, babe~" Barto moaned, before hiding his flushed face under his hand. His entire body was trembling like jelly.

"Everything alright, love?" You whispered in his ear, and he shuddered.

"Y... Y... Yes~" He replied between heavy breaths, and you continued grinding your hips against him, all the while peppering soft kisses on his face.

"Good boy," you cooed tenderly stroking his hair, and the pirate squealed inside.

"Ooh... that feels... so good~" Bartolomeo moaned softly as your mouth traveled to his neck, lightly nibbling, and licking at his sensitive skin. The tip of your fingers began massaging his scalp to the pace of your hips and Barto purred your name.

"You're doing a great job, baby," you praised between kisses, noticing he was more relaxed now and responding quite well to your ministrations.

Hesitant hands moved to the small of your back and trembling fingers began drawing circles on your skin. The sudden sensation drew out a faint moan from you, and you arched your back seeking more of that delicious electric feel. Luckily, your boyfriend got the hint, and his hands began stroking gently up and down your back, matching the tempo of your hips.

Your mouth met his again, and you sucked on his lower lip before sliding your tongue inside Barto’s mouth, feeling his sharp teeth brushing against it. His taste was intoxicating; better than the sweetest sake you had ever drunk. It made you feel dizzy with passion.

The room was quiet except for the sweet sounds of pleasure coming from both of you and it felt like the universe itself had stopped moving just to give you some privacy. Nothing else mattered now, problems and worries were long forgotten, buried under thick layers of affection and pleasure.

Bartolomeo’s hands became eager as if he didn’t want to let a single millimeter of your skin unexplored; kneading and squeezing while he whispered your name with devotion. His long fingers ran down your sides and grasped at your hips as you pressed harder against him.

"Would you let me try something else, my love?" You asked, emphasizing your words with another agonizing roll of your hips.

"Y... Yeah~" Bartolomeo managed to say before letting out a long groan. My love. The words echoed in his mind like a choir of angels.

After earning his allowance, you began kissing your way down his chest, trailing the outline of his tattoo with your tongue, savoring the saltiness of his skin. Bartolomeo's eyes were shut, his eyebrows curved in a tight frown, and his lower lip trapped between his teeth; his fingers tangled in your hair as he began bucking his hips to meet yours.

Leaving a peck on his sternum, you sat up straight, adjusting your position to have better access to Barto's pants; carefully studying his reaction as your fingers teased at the buckle of his belt. The cannibal flushed and stared at you with a mixture of devotion and lust in his heavy-lidded eyes. He was completely surrendered at your mercy.

"May I?" you asked and waited patiently for his answer. A few seconds later Bartolomeo nodded, and you unbuttoned his trousers; slowly pulling them down to reveal his hard member already coated with precum.

"Damn, Barto," you said biting your lower lip, resisting the urge to take him in your mouth… but it had to wait for some other day; you didn't want to give the poor man a heart attack.

After helping him get rid of his pants, you straddle his lap again and took in the view. Bartolomeo’s lips were parted, white fangs lightly peeking out; his hard member was the same color as his blushed cheeks and it contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin.

As light as a feather, the tip of your index finger traced the veins on Bartolomeo's shaft, and he let out a shaky whine. Your thumb joined soon, brushing the underside of his member from the base to the head, before circling on its tip, spreading precum all over its velvety skin. The desperate sounds he was making were like music to your ears.

"Barto, I need you inside of me," you confessed after your patience had reached its limit. "Would you let me...?" You let the question hang in the air.

Bartolomeo gasped at your sudden petition and his eyes snapped open. His breathing became shallower, his pulse was racing and for a long second, he felt like he was about to explode from excitement.

"Itwouldbeanhonor~" Barto mumbled wiping the tears already pooling in his eyes.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't hear you," you said, giving his lower belly a gentle stroke.

"I said that..." Bartolomeo talked, taking a deep breath. His eyes focused on the ceiling, unable to look you in the eye. "It would be... an honor." He concluded and you swore you had never seen his face so red before.

"The honor will be all mine, my love," you said, blowing him a tender kiss.

Reaching to your night table you took out a bottle of lube from the drawer, rubbing the container between your palms, to heat up the transparent liquid. The pirate was following your every move with curiosity and impatience. After applying a generous amount of lube to your palm, your mischievous gaze moved to his, and your warm hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.

"Hnnng~" Barto grunted as you began to slowly stroke his throbbing member. His hands tugged at the sheets and his muscles tensed following the enticing movement of your hand. Touching himself had always been enjoyable, but your hands on him brought a new level of pleasure he had never imagined possible; he was gradually losing his mind.

"My beautiful Barto," you praised, admiring the exquisite sight before you: your boyfriend captured between your legs, sweat glistening on his chiseled torso, and a pink flush on his cheeks; his fangs on full display as he moaned your name again and again.

"...so good... babe~” Bartolomeo let out in a long grunt, as you continued with the delicious torture.

A few moments later, you withdrew your hand from Barto's member. The piece of fabric still covering your arousal was starting to upset you and you got rid of it in the blink of an eye. The pirate whined like struck by lightning when he saw you completely exposed to him. He wondered how you would feel wrapped around him; what noises you would make when he pounded inside of you. A deep primitive urge invaded him.

Noticing Bartolomeo’s lascivious gaze on your body, you began touching yourself. Your fingers played with your nipples while your other hand wandered over your sex. Barto’s focused his entire attention on the show you were pulling off for him.

For a moment, you teased your entrance with two fringes dripping with lube and Barto's precum, before pushing inside; stretching your walls, and preparing your body to take him.

"You're so beautiful, babe~" The cannibal sighed while tenderly stroking your thighs. His hips moved involuntary, seeking some friction.

Once you were ready, you placed a hand on his chest, adjusting your position before guiding him to your entrance. Your gazes locked as you slowly sank down onto his length, moaning each other’s names all the while.

“Don’t move… Please ~" He panted when you took him whole, afraid that he wasn’t going to last long. You felt amazing wrapped around him, and the fact that you, of all people, were his first, was sending him over the edge.

“Barto, shall we stop?” You asked softly, unable to hide the bit of concern in your voice.

“No,” He rushed. “Just… Do it slowly, please.” Bartolomeo added and you gave him a sweet smile.

“Alright,” you cooed and began rolling your hips at an agonizingly slow pace; sliding all the way up until only his tip remained inside, then back down again. The texture of his cock felt wonderful against your walls, and it took all the willpower you got to keep you from riding him harder.

"Fuck... Barto," You moaned throwing your head back. Your eyes were unable to focus anymore as delicious waves of pleasure hit you with every passing second.

"Faster… please~" Bartolomeo groaned a few moments after. His fingers digging in your hips and his mouth pronouncing your name like a mantra.

You began moving faster, circling your hips as your hands ran over his abs up to his chest. Your thumbs brushed his nipples and the sound that came from his mouth made your walls twitch. He looked so sexy like that, completely undone and aroused.

"Barto... Fuck me... Please," you begged between moans. Your self-control was long forgotten.

Something feral took over Bartolomeo when he heard your pledge. His raw lust finally won the battle over his emotions, and he obliged, rolling you both on the bed until you were beneath him. The wild look he gave you sent shivers all over your body.

You wrapped your legs around Bartolomeo's waist, and he began rocking his hips against you. His pace was rather erratic at first, and you could tell there was still a pinch of nervousness gnawing at his mind. Lucky for you, Bartolomeo was a quick learner. Soon he got used to the position and began pounding inside you with an incredibly sensual rhythm. Barto’s mouth met yours in a passionate kiss and you felt the world crumble around you. He felt so good.

"Please do it~" you whimpered when you felt his fangs teasing the crook of your neck. Barto obeyed and his sharp teeth sank gently into your skin, making your toes curl.

Grabbing a handful of his green hair, you pulled at it gently, compelling him to look you in the eye.

"Barto... Fuck me harder," you commanded, allowing him to use your body as he pleased.

Still holding your gaze, Bartolomeo began pounding mercilessly into you; the look of ecstasy in your face burning into his brain. His teeth returned to your skin and your eyes rolled back into your head. The shy fanboy who would collapse if you stole a kiss from him had finally let out his darker side.

"Oh, baby... Please don't stop," you whined as the tingling sensation in your lower belly grew exponentially. Your hands kneaded the muscles on his back as he hit that magical spot over and over again.

"Oooh Barto," you finally cried out, closing your eyes, and holding on to him for dear life as bliss hit you in powerful warm waves, making your muscles spasm. For a moment, it seemed you had abandoned your body and were floating in space with his arms preventing you from drifting away.

"Fuck, babe~" Bartolomeo let out a low grunt when your walls clenched around him. A couple more desperate thrusts were all it took for him to reach his own climax, and he emptied himself inside of you with your name on his lips.

The two of you remained still for a while, relishing the aftermath, feeling tired, but incredibly peaceful. Bartolomeo placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and surrounded you with his arms, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish into thin air. Everything felt so right and perfect that, for a moment, he feared it had been nothing but a dream.

You placed your arms around him as well, letting yourself get lost in his embrace, while tenderly running your fingers through his soft green hair. Bartolomeo purred at your caresses, and you let out a loving sigh.

“Oh, my beautiful, Barto,” You cooed, and he held you closer. Shortly after, both of you drifted off to sleep, wearing a pleased smile and the reassuring confidence of knowing that you belonged to each other.

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