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joelsdagger · 3 months

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all the things i would do

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: porn no plot. joel finds an article of clothing that belongs to you and there’s nothing holding him back once he gets his hands on them.

rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI

content warnings: [Post Outbreak], established relationship, implied age gap (25+ years), joel is canon age, slightly domestic joel (blink and it’s gone), joel has a panty kink, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), soft dom!joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, pet names (use of baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, love), smidgen of fluff (these two are so in love it’s sickening), an inkling of a size kink (but in my head joel’s at least 6’5, he’s a BIG big man in my brain), joel’s filthy mouth, praise kink, hint of sub!joel, nipple play, one use of the word ‘Daddy’ (moots don’t look at me I couldn’t help it), slight tummy kink/tummy worship, cum eating. No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader other than having hair long enough that it’s past her shoulders.

word count: 3.1k

A/N: so, a few things before we get started. i’m new to writing fics and this is my first time publicly putting out a fic that wasn’t just for shits and giggles for my friends and i and i’m so fucking nervous like the amount of times i’ve panicked over this is a little embarrassing to admit but we ball. that being said, i love and welcome constructive criticism as long as you’re nice about it. there was an alternative version of this, it’s more like a deviation (literally sitting in my drafts as we speak) but reader is more involved in the situation, if y’all still wanna read that, just let me know and i’ll work on getting it out for you guys. finally, shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo for encouraging me to actually write this all those months ago and for all your brilliant ideas and encouragement and practically holding my hand through it since day one, @aurasjournal for being such a gem and helping me with the cover for this fic and hyping me up, and thank you to @papurgaatika and @nevergoingbacknowshine for being so kind and encouraging and listening to my 3am rants when i was anxious. another big thank you to kat, aura, and naya for beta reading and helping me during the editing process. all four of you have been absolute sweethearts despite me being a pussy about posting this. okay i’m done rambling, enjoy some of the filth that constantly plagues my brain <3

Joel’s eyes blink open slowly, the sun peeks into the bedroom through the curtains across the room. For a moment he searches for you beside him, but remembers you’ve already left for the day out on patrol duty. Joel harrumphs, still bothered over letting you and Ellie bully him out of his patrol duties. “You’ve been hurting yourself too much baby,” You had told him a few weeks ago over breakfast. “Yeah, you’re an old man now. You fall over one more time and you’re done.” Ellie snickers from her seat in the kitchen. Joel just rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the dishes, but you had caught the small grin on his face when he turned his head back to the sink. Against the two of you, Joel never stood a chance.

Joel drags himself out of bed towards his dresser to grab a new set of clothes. He throws on a blue shirt that fits a little snug on his well built form, the thin material stretches over his broad shoulders, across his strong back, and pulls taut over his biceps and he grunts as he pulls a pair of dark wash jeans over his strong, thick thighs, securing them in place with a distressed leather belt that he’s had for years. Once he’s dressed, he takes in the mess in the room. He notices both of your clothes from the night before are still scattered around the room. He bends down to pick them up, he grunts as his knees pop when he stands back up. He starts gathering them up to toss them into the hamper already overflowing with clothes. The last article of clothing out of place is yours. Your black lace panties on the armchair in the corner. He grabs them and his eyes widen when he feels it, the center still wet from him making you come earlier. His cock instantly hardened in his jeans.

Joel turns on his heel and in just a few long strides he’s in your shared bathroom. He deliberately avoids the mirror, knowing that if he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’ll disgust himself even more. Briskly, he sets the laundry hamper on the tile near the bathtub. Joel brings the thin black lace up to his face, closes his eyes and he sniffs them, breathing you in completely. He groans at the scent of you. His cock painfully hard now. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He’s addicted to you and he knows he can’t wait til you get home. He knows he can’t wait to have his way with you, dig into you any way that you will let him. So, without another second of hesitation, Joel unbuckles his belt, a clink from the metal hitting the edge of the counter, unzips his jeans and takes his thick, heavy cock out, and then brings your soaked panties to his angry, leaking tip. His precum meets the wetness of your panties and he hisses at the feeling. With the wetness of the gusset of your panties acting as a lubricant, Joel begins to slowly stroke himself, wanting to take his time, savoring every feeling, relishing in it. Joel soon becomes too desperate for release, he quickly loses control, his hips moving faster to fuck his hand, his hand tightening around his cock, the grip almost painful now. His eyes are screwed shut, as he throws his head back, the night before instantly replaying in his head.

He had just gotten out of the shower to find you sprawled out on your stomach on your side of the bed, ankles crossed in the air. He rakes his eyes over your form until his eyes land on your ass. You were wearing the panties he was currently fucking his hand with. You didn’t notice him stepping out of the bathroom, too busy looking at the photo album you had just put together. It’s relatively new, most of the pages empty, yet you were looking at the photos you had taken earlier that week at the Tipsy Bison. The one that had your attention was a photo of you and Joel that Ellie had taken. Neither of you looked at the camera, the photo had captured you mid-laugh, head tilting back, eyes shut, it was a full belly laugh at something Joel had said. Joel’s arm was around your shoulder tucking you into his side, smiling down at you, a rare type of smile, one reserved only for you.

Leaning on the entryway, his arms crossed over his broad, tanned chest, he smiles at the view. You’re in nothing but your panties in his bed, in his home. His feet move without thinking, walking over to you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers over your soft supple skin down your back and over the lace of your panties, and lightly pinches your ass. “So pretty sweet baby,” he says shyly, almost like he’s speaking to himself. You turn your head to look up at him, smiling. Wordlessly, he took the photo album from your hands, placing it on your nightstand. He gets in the bed, carefully sitting on his knees while attempting to avoid loosening the off-white towel around his waist. You roll onto your back to face him, his silver curls still damp from the shower as water still drips onto his strong shoulders. He combs his hair back after a shower and the ends tend to curl up around his ears. It’s been months since you last cut his hair but you like his hair longer, you had whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom, your naked, sweaty limbs tangled up together between his sheets. From that night on he hasn’t asked you to cut it for him. He likes it because you like it.

While you’re busy ogling him, Joel’s hands immediately reach to trace the floral lace pattern before toying with the little satin black bow at the center front. His rough, calloused hands slide up your bare thighs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and he pries open your legs, his hazel eyes locked in on your center like a bullseye and you notice the cocky smirk he’s got plastered on his face, pleased with himself that he’s already got you wet for him.

He brings two thick fingers to slide over your covered cunt. He feels the wetness on the material and he pulls back to look up at you and finds your attention on his fingers. “What a mess you made, pretty girl,” he murmurs. You’re watching the movement of his fingers, entranced by his fingers teasing your pussy as he glides them up and down your slit. He clicks his tongue at you, “so wet for me huh baby? Always so wet for me. So perfect,” he smirks to himself as he gently pulls your panties to the side, revealing your aching, needy cunt. He lowers his head placing gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his lips tracing and peppering your skin all the way towards your center, his mouth hovering over the place you need him most and you shiver beneath him.

“Joel,” you whisper, he chuckles seeing you all worked up for him. “Baby please,” you whimper.

“What is it baby?” he tuts, “use your words, sweet girl,” he tilts his head slightly with a smug grin on his face. His fingers move up and down your folds.

“N-need them inside me, p-please,” you whimper as you claw at his forearms, clutching them for stability.

“Alright baby, lemme taste her first,” He lays flat on his stomach, moves his arms under your legs, and hoists them up over his broad shoulders. He lowers his mouth onto your cunt and the tip of his tongue licks through your folds. He hums at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He flattens his tongue and licks a long thick stripe and he groans lowly, the vibrations making you squirm under him.

“Fuck, more baby,” you beg. You gasp at the hook of his nose bumping your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, eyes closing swiftly, brows furrowed as you let out a loud moan.

“There she is,” he smirks. He flicks his tongue over your clit. His eyes slip closed as he relishes in the noises leaving your mouth, like music to his ears. Your hips buck up into his face, selfishly grinding your cunt for more. Joel’s eyes flicker back up your face, “eyes on me sweetheart,” he murmurs. Your eyes snap open to watch him as he brings his fingers back up to your cunt, two thick fingers dip into you and you can hear the wet squelch as he eases his fingers in, simultaneously, he circles his tongue around your clit. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your cunt. You feel the pressure building up more intensely inside of your belly and then you’re chanting his name as he curls his fingers inside you, petting at the spongy spot he knows will break you. He closes his mouth around your clit and he sucks hard.

“Fuck, Joel, yes yes,” Your hips bucking up into his face, your legs start to shake as you come on his face and your cunt tightening around his fingers, a loud strangled moan filling the air.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he watches you gasp above him, pressing a quick kiss to your clit. Your eyes flutter open just in time to see him removing his fingers, all wet and shiny, and putting them in his slick covered mouth, sucking them clean.

Softly, he grabs your ankles, pulling you down towards the edge of the bed eliciting a giggle. His favorite sound…well one of his favorites. His favorite being the next sound that comes out of your mouth when he quickly pulls your panties down. He sees the wet shine of your cum in the center and his face lights up with glee. “You made such a mess ‘a your panties, baby,” he tuts before tossing them across the room. He unties the towel from his waist and lets it fall and it pools around his legs, revealing his thick, heavy cock, the tip angry and beads of precum seeping out of the slit. You place your hands around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, presenting your already spent pussy to him once again and he groans roughly.

He leans forward, his fingers running through your folds once more, and you quiver at his touch. He gathers your cum on his fingers and strokes himself twice before he dips the wide tip of his cock inside of you. A whine leaves your lips. That. That was his favorite sound. He doesn’t push in further… he doesn’t move an inch. He’s teasing you…wants you to ask nicely for it. Like clockwork his voice laced with honey he says “Ask for it baby, ask for my cock.”

Desperate, you whine again “please joel… I need your cock.” Your needy fingers trail lightly over his soft belly, sitting up slightly, you place soft kisses from his belly button down to the dark patch of hair above his cock, his body trembles at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his belly and a breathy moan escapes his lips. He laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hands near your head, his large form encompassing your smaller frame, he lowers himself down over you, his lips brushing against yours. “Baby, please. Please fuck my pussy” you mewl. He pushes his cock deeper, deeper, and deeper til the head of his cock kisses your cervix, provoking a loud groan from him against your ear as he nestles himself into you, where he belongs.

“See baby all you had to do was ask politely” Joel cooes. He drags his hips back, leaving only his tip inside you once again and you clench around him. “Fuck, goddamn you’re fucking tight,” he grits. Slowly he starts thrusting his tip in and out.

You whine again, “Baby don’t be mean. I want all of it.”

“Shh..I know baby, I know,” he soothes. Then in one long single thrust, he wedges his cock back inside of you to the hilt, bottoming out into your cunt, hitting the spot that only he knows with a loud ragged groan into the crook of your neck. His cock is stretching you out, feeling every twitch, he’s everywhere and it’s overwhelming. He hitches your legs up towards your chest, opening you up more, your chest pressed tightly against his, he drags the weight of his cock languidly between your slick, moaning at the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room.

When you look up at him it’s like you can see a lightbulb go off in his head and before you know it, Joel’s large hands grab the swell of your ass, he picks you up, and repositions you both so he’s on his back and has you sitting on his thick cock. He wants you to ride him. In this position you can feel him in the deepest parts of your belly and it hurts just a little bit but you find pleasure in it, you always have.

Leaning forward, you place your hands on the headboard and arching your back a bit more, Joel's head falls back down onto the pillows. At the sudden change of the angle, his eyes shut for just a second before he’s snapping them right back open. He doesn’t want to miss a single thing. He wants to see it all. He watches how your breasts bounce as you move and quickly, he leans up to catch a nipple in his mouth. He’s licking and sucking all over your pebbled nipple and then his teeth graze along the hardened peak before swiftly pulling it between his teeth. He moves onto the other and he flicks his tongue over your nipple, he sucks and nips at it lightly before he lets your tit fall from his mouth, admiring the slight bounce of your breast before his eyes lock in on your face, watching your face contort and your mouth open while you seek your high. It's his favorite thing, watching you like this.

“Jesus Christ, look at you, you’re takin’ me so well,” he groans.

The grip of his hands on your hips tightens but doesn’t guide you, just seeks some ounce of control. You lean forward more so your clit brushes ever so slightly against the dark patch of curls at his base. The friction makes you approach your orgasm quickly. Joel’s eyes flicker down to where you two are connected, taking pleasure in seeing his cock splitting you open, watching as it disappears deep inside of you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck….use me. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock, atta girl,” You roll your hips faster, grinding harder on his cock, greedy and desperate to come again. “C’mon baby, come all over my cock.”

His words and your clit repeatedly pressing against him make your hips stutter and you clench around him as your orgasm finally washes over you, harder than before. Your body goes limp on his chest. Joel doesn’t let up, he grabs your thighs and lifts his hips, relentlessly fucking his cock up into you. His cock slams into you so hard the wet slapping sound of your bodies fills the room.

You turn your head and press your lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, you spur him on “c’mon Joel, come for me baby,” you softly rasp. “C’mon baby, for me, do it for me love,” you whisper and he whimpers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the whines that leave your mouth as he fucks into you harder, your walls tighten around him, his cock twitches inside you before he hastily pulls out with a long pained groan and with his cock between your bodies, his cum spurts out, thick and warm, coating his stomach. A moment passes and you lower your lips down his chest, feeling the rough edges of his skin underneath your lips as you pepper open mouthed kisses along his strong torso, the soft skin of his belly, over the jagged scar on his lower abdomen, all the way down his happy trail, you feel him shiver beneath you.

You sit up on his thighs, locking your eyes with his, you bring your fingers down to his cum on his stomach. You look back up at him, your gaze meeting his as you swirl your fingers twice in his spend and bring your shiny, sticky coated fingers up to your mouth, closing your lips around your fingers, sucking them clean. His mouth agape, he’s staring back at you while you use your fingers to lick up his cum, “dirty girl, one’a these days you’re gonna gimme a heart attack woman,” he groans.

The memory of it all…you riding him, your naked breasts bouncing, his cock impaling you, watching it disappear inside you over and over, your cunt clamping down around his cock and the echo of your moans as you came last night playing in his head sends him hurtling over the edge.

His cock twitches in his hand, his other hand slamming down on the counter, he groans your name raggedly and his thighs quiver as he comes hard into his fist, harder than he ever has when jerking himself off. He pumps his release into your panties, hot, thick ropes of his cum painting your panties. His cum spurting out seemingly endless for a man his age.

If you were here in front of him he would pull the fabric up over your thighs, making you wear your cum filled panties before going about the rest of your day.

But you’re not here so instead he brings the cum soaked panties up to his face, eyeing his spend and your wetness for a moment. He stops himself and contemplates the idea in his head as he eyes the glistening sheen over the center. Just as quickly as the thought infiltrated his head, he decides against it and bunches up the thin material and tosses them in the old laundry basket sat in the corner of your shared bathroom. Joel tucks himself back into his jeans, washes his hands, limping slightly as he walks out of your bedroom and closes the door behind him leaving your laundry for another day.

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punks-never-die205 · 9 months

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Workshop

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,510 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, bondage, use of toys, rough sex, consensual, modern implied au, 18+ only

Your body trembled, but you weren't surprised. You'd lost, fair and square as far as you could tell, and this was the price for that. The small device vibrated deep inside your sopping wet folds, as it had been since you woke up this morning. These were the parameters you had agreed to when you first decided to play cards again Eustass-"Captain"-Fucking-Kid.

Two hours later you thought the battery would be dead, but Kid probably modified the egg-shaped vibrator, assuming the bastard hadn't just built the thing from scratch himself. You knocked on the door of his garage and heard the shift of metal and the usual grumpy grousing of your – admittedly – favorite red head.

When he opened the door the aggravated look on his face melted away to one very pleased grin.

"How're you doing, Mouse?"

"I've been up, and showered, since 7am, Kid." You explain, doing your best to keep your voice steady. It had been having an effect on you a little before now, but having Kid practically leer at you while you were talking caused the heat to rise in your face.

And pool in your thighs.

"And?"

You flinch and pull out the remote control from your pocket. "And the battery hasn't died in the last two hours, asshole."

"Underestimated my ability at cards, and then underestimated my battery." Kid leans over you, whispering in your ear. His voice is low, and authoritative, the tone of it sends shivers to your core. "Going to underestimate anything else?"

You lick your lips and swallow hard. "No." You don't look at him when you reply, but you know your face is giving you away regardless.

There's a moment of silence, and then you feel the egg vibrating harder inside you. Kid must've cranked the remote, but you hadn't seen him move. You make a noise, that catches in your chest and your legs shudder as you reach out and steady yourself against him.

There's a pleased hum from him, you can almost feel more than hear, and you're sure he's grinning that sly cheeky grin of his. The new power behind the vibrating egg is swelling pleasure up inside you way faster than the low setting it had been on all morning had managed. But it wasn't enough to grant you release, at least not on its own.

"K-Kid, haa, please." You've literally been being toyed with for the last two hours and you were desperate before you'd even gotten into your car and come over to the shop.

"Mm begging is a good start Mouse." His metal arm wraps around your back and his right hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. Your face is flushed, and your breathing is heavy, a strong needy desire etched in your expression. "That's a good look on you."

He leans down, and pulls you up to him in the same movement, crashing your lips into his and pulling the air from your lungs with the deep kiss. The pleasure of the kiss, and the pressure of being held are almost enough to make the vibrations from the egg bring you to the edge.

Almost, but not enough. If he'd just squeeze your ass or tease a nipple like the ruffian usually does you'd be a puddle on the floor, but you already know he's consciously avoiding doing so.

You whimper as the kiss breaks, your heavy, panting breaths falling over Kid's skin. The smirk on his lips is almost cruel but being at his mercy like this is delicious. You squirm a little, but Kid's got a good grip on you, and he walks both of you into his workshop in the back of the garage.

There's the crash and clatter of metal as the workbench is cleared and Kid sets you down on it. He pulls your wrists over your head, and you feel him set them against something wooden. There's the soft snap of things clicking into place and you realize your hands are stuck. You struggle against the restraints and a soft moan escapes you.

"Mm, I know you like being restrained, Mouse, but already making sounds like that?" Kid muses, pulling your shoes off and tossing them aside. You didn't have to see his face to know the shape of the devious grin that was on it. "Feels a bit like Christmas."

You felt him pop the button of your jeans and the heat rushes to your face as a satisfied sound comes from him.

"Nothing under the jeans? Naughty girl." You can feel him licking his lips as he pulls the jeans off roughly, tossing them somewhere around your shoes.

Warm fingers, and cold metal ones, move over your bare legs. The light touches cause you to tremble and squirm, pulling against what has your wrists held as your legs try to pull away from the ticklish sensations. You're whimpering into the air at every little touch, and Kid is delighting in it.

He hooks your squirming legs over his elbows, spreading you open and keeping you in place. You squirm harder, trying to bring your legs closed, but there's no way for you to do so. Your body tenses and twitches, your breathing coming out in heavy moan-laced gasps.

"Fuck. You're literally dripping." Kid swears. "I don't think I've ever seen you so wet."

"Hngh, don't st-stare like that," you whimper weakly, knowing there's nothing you can do about it.

"Sure thing, Mouse." Kid replies, and before you can vocalize your confusion your legs are pushed open further as Kid's mouth dives into you. His tongue and lips find your swollen clit quickly, and he abuses it without mercy.

The rush of pleasure bucks through your whole body and after you manage to suck in a deep breath you're practically screaming into the workshop. Between the egg vibrating inside you and Kid consuming you, your first shuddering orgasm hits you hard and fast. Every muscle tenses, your toes curl, and the sound that comes out of you is more of a guttural grunt than a moan. You convulse so hard inside and out that you hear the vibrating egg clatter to the floor, only vaguely aware of its exit.

Pleasure surges through your body like an actual current, spasming your muscles and causing your head to spin from lack of oxygen as most of it is spent vocalizing the hard orgasm. The mechanical egg was polite enough to vacate and give you a little reprieve, but the empty feeling was almost worse. Besides, Eustass isn't as kind as the egg, and continues sucking on your clit until you've rode out every twitch and sensation from the orgasm.

"What a good pet," he muses, licking and slurping your pussy like it's ambrosia. His continued enjoyment of you is beginning to build you up to another climax.

Putting his hands on the edge of the workbench, keeping your legs spread wide as he leans over you, his face is glistening with signs of your orgasm, and he licks his lips before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

His erection grinds against you, causing you to moan into his mouth. By the time he breaks the kiss you're red in the face, panting heavily, tongue practically falling out of your mouth. Your brain feels like mush and the pleasure pooling in your thighs isn't fading.

"Already blissed the fuck out, huh Mouse?" Kid muses, not expecting or waiting for a reply from you. "Well, it's a shame we're not done yet."

You can hardly register what's going on until there's something hard poking against your still twitching entrance. His pants are no longer in the way, and you feel his hot flesh slipping up and down along your twitchy sopping pussy. The sensation is enough to pull a few soft whimpers from you, but you're still lost in a thick haze of pleasure.

As you finally start to come down from your first high you see Kid's deliciously devious grin looking down at you. The grin makes your heart leap, a mix of delight and fear that he's going to fuck you unconscious. There's recognition in his face, and he knows you're more aware than you were a moment ago.

"Welcome back," he grins and rams his entire cock into you with a rough grunt. You twitch and tense around him, the air is pushed from you and the cry of pleasure as he fills you is cut short from the rush of oxygen that leaves you. Your legs wrap around him involuntarily, pulling him in close, and you hear him swear as his fingers dig into your hips for a moment.

He gives both of you only the barest moment to adjust before he starts moving in long, terribly slow strokes that cause your breath to hitch in your throat. His hands slip up your hips and past your waist, pushing your shirt up as he slides back into you slowly.

Fingers, metal and flesh alike, pinch and roll your nipples between deftly moving digits. His pace picks up as he starts twisting the sensitive and hard peaks of flesh. The sounds coming from you are a mix of pleasure and pain, hissing against a particularly sharp pinch or twist and moaning at the building pleasure between your thighs. You can't defend against either sensation as he seems to decide between pleasure and pain randomly.

It doesn't take long and you're tensing underneath him again.

"K-kiiiiid," you moan, your back arching. "I'm gonna-!"

He pushes into you faster, his hands providing nothing but pleasure as the building wave crashes into you again. As the orgasm tears through your body, Kid twists your nipples harshly, the pain rips through your sensitive body alongside the pleasure and your whole body bucks and curls. You scream out his name, and your body collapses into the work bench in a pile of deliriously pleasurable sensations that have your brain addled.

You're covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting heavily and almost shivering from the exhaustion of having orgasmed so hard in such short order. Kid's hand is moving over your body slowly, his hips just barely rolling to remind you of his need still buried deep between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're beautiful like this (Y/N)." His voice is husky, needy, and deep. It's a velvet growl, elegant as it is hungry, while his tongue slips across his sharp, nearly feral teeth as if to punctuate his desire.

Those golden eyes are locked on you. You can feel yourself completely caught by him, almost completely devoured by his lust and love in equal measure. You lack the strength to lift your legs, or roll your hips back against him, and when he sees you trying, he smiles. Hooking your knees over his elbows again, he leans down and kisses you, pushing himself deep inside both of your mouths.

"Hang on just a little longer, Mouse." Kid commands you, licking along your neck before he sucks hard on the tender flesh, biting it enough it turns your pleasurable gasp into a small grunt of pain.

He leans back, and you see the terrible glint in his eye as he pulls a vibrating wand from under the bench. He pushes your legs wide and reaches around your thigh with the wand, pressing it against your clit as he starts to move inside you again.

"Kid... Kid, that's gonna, hngh," you struggle weakly, but the look on Kid's face assures you that if you want this to stop, you'd have to say the magic word and stop the entire thing. And you can't bring yourself to do that, as exhausted as you are, you're also terribly curious.

"Oh it's gonna something alright," he promises you, and flicks the switch that brings the vibrator roaring into high gear against your throbbing clit.

Your body tenses despite your exhausted state, and pleasure tears through you as you clamp down on Kid's cock. There's a grunt of appreciation from him and he begins to move, long deep thrusts that get faster and faster until he's pounding into you just slow enough to keep the vibrator in place.

"Mm, fuck, Mouse. I can barely feel the vibrator over your pussy twitching against me like that." Kid purrs, thrusting into you with more force, his hips pushing deep into your thighs with each movement.

You can't manage to form any words, and nothing but a mess of gasps and half-mumbled curses of pleasure manage to dribble from your mouth. The pleasure pools for a third time, and the combination of the vibrator and Kid's skills rip another orgasm from you. The air freezes in your lungs as your entire body tightens, you can feel Kid's rhythm fall apart as he twitches deep inside you.

After a long few seconds you're able to suck in a breath as your body's muscle release from the bone-deep pleasure that has white spots dancing in your vision. You're barely aware of Kid pulling out of you, the empty feeling left behind isn't so rude when your mind's lost in a fog.

As you are on the edges of consciousness and bliss, Kid carefully releases your wrists and slowly moves your body. He cradles you against his bare chest, kissing your forehead with a gentleness no one else knows he's capable of, and carries you out of the workshop and into the spare room he added to the shop some years ago.

He gets you cleaned up, massaging your sore muscles and kissing you softly, letting you nuzzle into him as you start to come back down from your pleasure. Your shaky, tired, spent body is wrapped in an oversized towel, and you're cradled into Eustass Kid's lap as he sits on the bed, his back against the wall.

He kisses your damp locks lovingly, hugging your warm body to his chest. You can feel the low rumbles of contentment humming through his chest, and you wiggle an arm free from your towel burrito to run your fingers over his chest. You smile up at him as he looks down at you, there's sense and light in your eyes, as you're finally becoming fully aware of things around you again.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, a cocksure grin on his face.

"Deeply satisfied, and deeply exhausted," you admit with a smile, leaning into him and letting yourself sink into the comfortable after care.

"I build good toys," he says, and you agree with a soft giggle as he nips at your ear. His forehead nuzzles into your hair and he whispers into your ear. "I love you, (Y/N)."

This kind and gentle Eustass Kid was a side of him you got to keep all to yourself. "I love you too, Kid." You assure him, turning toward him and sharing a warm kiss before you lean back against his chest. Neither of you were going anywhere anytime soon, and these quiet moments were among some of your favorite.

#one shot #Workshop #eustass kid #x reader #reader insert

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