just a little guy

CHARACTER BIOS

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TURNAROUNDS

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CHARACTER FUN FACTS

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VOICE CAST

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COMICS

You're a Star!

Aika-n Do It

I Want to be a Magical Girl

Serve + Voice Acted Bit

Sacrifice

Hands

Crush

Crumblr

Quit

Advice

Kill

Touch

Cope

Purple Moons

Scars

Horns

Broken Phone

Photo

Makeup

Aika Plush Campaign 01

Aika Plush Campaign 02

Hoshi Plush Campaign

MISC. CHARACTER STUFF

Aika Then and Now

Guardian Angel

First Encounter

Tennis Player Zira

Miss Tattoos

Miss Then and Now

Lady DeVoid Ear Wiggles

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OTHER

“Don’t gimme that look.” Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. “Ya know how it gets me.”

“But you’re being mean.”

Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.

“Ya know that ain’t right.” He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. “Don’t get bratty on me just ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ yer way.”

You sniffle at the way he says it, like you’re getting told off. But Karasu knows it’s quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around him— he’s known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, it’s always the same.

But when you’re giving him a little glassy blink from where you’re pressed back into the pillows beneath him, well— he’s not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.

“But Tabito….” You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasu’s cock throb from where it’s resting heavy against your thigh now. “I just really want it, I can’t wait any longer.”

You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where he’s pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. “I see it, baby. Ya don’t gotta do all that.”

But he still gives in a little bit.

He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movements— applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“There. Feels real nice, don’t it?” Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. “But I know that still ain’t enough for ya.”

Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy it’s all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.

Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasu’s smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.

“What’s that, hm?” He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. “Think yer ready?”

“I am.” Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.

“Shhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?” He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. “Gotta hear it for myself.”

He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of them— your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.

Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where you’ve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.

“Think yer about ready now.” Karasu groans.

Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because you’re not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.

“Daddy…..”

Karasu’s cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before he’s pulling away, and you give him a look like you’re going to cry when his touch leaves you.

He’s not going anywhere though, ‘cept even closer.

“Ya want it that bad, huh?” Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. “Ya make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, don’t ya?”

“I— I don’t…”

“No?”

You shake your head next, desperate— an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.

The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and it’s adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.

But Karasu’s eyes spark in amusement before he’s offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.

You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. “Ya ain’t foolin’ me, baby.” He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. “’ll see to it ya get yer fill.”

Your lashes flutter, and a soft little “More” slips from between your lips. “Please? Can take it this time.”

Karasu’s eyes feel like they burn through you. “Well that depends who yer askin’, baby. Remind me again.”

“D-daddy.”

Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before he’s angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.

“That’s right. I was just easin’ ya into it ‘s all, givin’ ya a lil more time.”

But after that, he doesn’t waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipate— no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.

Always beggin’ for much more than you’re ready to take.

It’s just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you can’t hump your hips up for more— but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Yer lookin’ real cute takin’ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?” Karasu’s words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.

But your head nods anyway, like you’re not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. “Y-yeah.”

Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but you’re already shaking before he can even take his next breath. You’re too needy, too wound up and warm that you can’t stop your pussy squeezing.

Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighter— it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point you’re sure it will bruise.

“Careful.” He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.

But you’re so sensitive, and it’s instantaneous, accidental— the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasu’s thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twist— cumming all over his cock when he’s barely even half way in.

But fuck— Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.

"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." There’s a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even more— like you’re desperate to hide, knowing there’s no way he’ll let you.

"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.

"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."

But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleaseplease’s and i can take it’s! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.

The next pleased shift of Karasu’s hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this time— he thinks it’s so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.

“I like ya when yer greedy.” Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

He dumps the cat onto the floor. It flows gracefully from his grasp, paws outstretched for landing, and winds itself between his legs.

"She needs these to function." He shakes the organizer at the cat. The rattling draws her attention.

"Remember what happened last time she missed one?" Rattle rattle. The tip of her tail twitches. Her pupils dilate, eyes tracking the flippant way he flings the little plastic case around - waiting for a mistake.

But she's out of luck. Satoru Gojo doesn't make mistakes.

"Yeah. Bed bound. Bet you liked that, you sadistic little —"

The pill container bursts open, scattering expensive, important medication all over the floor. Your cat's eyes dilate. She swipes at a spinning pill, sends it skittering across the floor, and leaps after it with a mrrt!

Shit, shit shitshitshit—

Satoru reaches for the cat, misses by a mile as she hooks a hard left in pursuit of her new toy — directly down the hall that leads to your bedroom. He skates after the cat, shuffling on socks, swearing under his breath. Before she can cross the threshold, he lunges, arm curling around her little pot belly.

"You're a snitch," he whispers harshly, shaking her again. He kicks the spare pill along with his foot, corralling them all together on the kitchen floor. "You want her to hate me so she's all yours again. I'm telling her you did this."

She bunts her head into his shoulder, tail curled into a question mark, oblivious to her crime.

When you rise an hour later, Satoru has refilled your pill organizer. He pours an obscene amount of creamer into his coffee, stirring with one hand and nudging your cat off the table with the other.

"Whiskers knocked your pills on the floor," he says. The cat gives up on the table and hops into his lap instead. She makes biscuits on the infinity between them. "Again."

You click your tongue, reach out to scratch between his fuzzy scapegoat's ears.

"That's the third time in two months," you sigh. "Guess I'll order another refill."

Satoru strokes a hand down her back, relenting just enough to allow her paws to knead his thigh. "She's been bad about it– ow!"

Sharp, tiny claws pinch into the muscle of his thigh. She purrs, her eyes narrowed up at him. He glares down at her. Touché. If she takes the fall for his fuck ups, she can stab him a little.

"Aww, biscuits," you coo.

Right. Biscuits. The devil cat purrs. Satoru settles back into his seat, accepting the symbiosis begrudgingly.

You have had your fill for the night and though the thrum of music and the buzz of drink leaves you fuzzy - it was hard to ignore the pit of disappointment in your stomach. It’s nice to travel with a crew, but to gain one thing you give up another and what you gave is something you find harder and harder to go without. Company. The special kind of company that involves meeting up when the sun sets and there is kissing and touching through clothes that feels like they want to sear the fabric right off. When it’s you by yourself on the sea, hopping from island to island you can take a lover whenever you please.

The same can’t be said when you travel with a crew. Especially one as rowdy as yours. The love you have for your friends is insurmountable, you would break the seas apart for Chopper alone but there is only so much unintentional cock-blocking and frustrated masturbating you can take. No one at the various establishments you visited caught your eye tonight after every other possible bachelor was frightened off by the overbearing idiot (Sanji) and the overprotective idiot (Zoro). You trudge up the stairs to the Sunny’s kitchen with sore feet still trapped in heels that pinch your toes but make your legs look great.

The only thing right now that would help get your mind over the prospect of having to sleep in a cold bed alone with no rugged body over yours until the sun came up was the warm plate of leftovers Sanji had promised he had left for you. He even made sure to vouch for Luffy’s wandering hands and habit for midnight snacking that there would be a plate for you. Setting down your small handbag, your other hand goes to turn on the light - bright white fills your vision and you blink to adjust to all when finally, you catch an all too familiar head of dark hair in front of you.

Two dark eyes blink at you. You blink back, and your gaze flickers down one toned arm until you see fingers pinching into the saran wrapped plate let on the counter top with your name paired with a heart on it.

“Luffy.” You say his name flatly. His hand slowly retreats back from your pristine plate. Your captain is a terrible liar - even you know that with how he purses his lips to the side and makes a clear effort to not look your way.

“I wasn’t going to even eat any.” He lies through his teeth and you usually have a bit more patience to deal with his antics but not tonight. Your feet are too sore, your head aches and you really - really want to go to your bed, use whatever toy you have that still works to get off and slip into fitful sleep. Rolling your eyes, putting one hand on the counter and lean over, the lights of the kitchen catching every bit of glitter, oil and sweat on your body from your night out. Ducking your head to take off your heels, you don’t notice how your captain’s eyes grow dazed and he focuses on something other than the plate across from him.

“Eat it if you want, I’m not that hungry.” You mutter, sighing in relief of feeling flat ground for the first time in hours. The scraping sound of a plate gliding across the counter makes you look. Luffy is giving you a smile, but you can see the determined and demanding look in his eyes.

“Last you ate was before we hit the town. Eat.” Frowning, you listen and peel back the saran wrap. First, you snicker at the cutesy note that the love cook left for you but your gaze softens when you find neatly wrapped cutlery awaiting you with a beautifully plated dish of white fish and potatoes. It’s still warm, meaning Sanji must have woken up not too long ago to heat it up and wrap it for you - so you dig into your plate quietly, with Luffy smiling at you as he watches you eat.

“Sanji’s cooking really is the best, isn’t it?” He remarks giving you a bright grin as he sees your mood get the little bit better with food in your stomach. You nod, continuing to eat until you need to put the plate down in fear of eating too much too quickly.

“If only he was as good as a wingman as he is a cook.” You complain, swallowing your last bite and reaching for the cold thermos filled with iced tea the chef had made. Luffy makes a noise of confusion and leans back in his chair.

“What’s a wingman?” He questions. Scratching his head at the visual thought of Sanji with wings. You’ve hit a block in your meal and you are just pushing the food around with a fork as you respond,

“It’s like someone who helps you flirt or get laid.” You recall examples as you push the plate in between you and Luffy, offering him some. He is happy to do so, taking a big bite of potatoes as you try your best to further explain it.

“It’s like when Sanji and Usopp go to impress some girls at the parties we end up at. You know someone tries make you look good to other people.”

“Oh you don’t need that. You already look really good.”

Luffy says it so casually, like you two were talking about the weather but you choke on your iced tea at his compliment. A flush settles on your face, for as long as you have known Luffy as a friend and captain you don’t think you’ve ever really heard him give you a compliment in this sort of vein before. A lot more nervously than you usually are, you tuck your hair behind your ear and ask him, just to make sure you heard what he said. Luffy looks at you from top to bottom and to be in the object of his focus, solely and wholly - it is enough to bring a chill down your spine.

“You look really good.” He repeats himself, hand on his cheek and eyes boring into yours even as he smiles lightly. “I don’t think you could ever need anyone’s help for that.”

You swallow, and your throat feels dry. Pressing your thighs together under the counter, you suppress the urge to hide out in your room - you don’t think he would even let you make it to the door right now.

“Yeah well, tell that to all the guys that rejected me tonight.”You mutter bitterly, adjusting the strap of your dress. Luffy watches, interested in how the snapping of the strap makes the plush of your chest bounce just the tiniest bit.

“What did you want them for anyways?”

“You’re full of questions tonight.” You snort, taking another bite of your dinner. It’s hard not to notice that Luffy actually left you a pretty good amount after taking his share. The man in question just shrugs.

“You don’t gotta tell me if you don’t want too. Just kinda curious about what you wanted to do.” Luffy tells you, honesty coating every word and it makes you feel bad enough for your cattiness. After another mouthful you confess to him,

“I wanted to find someone to sleep with tonight.” It’s quiet for a moment, and all you can hear is the gentle waves outside the Sunny. Sweat begins to drip down the back of your neck and you make it a point to not look at Luffy. You don’t think you could handle looking at his tanned, scared and handsome face if there was even a drop of disapproval on it.

“Do you still want to?” It’s like lightning in your veins when your captain’s words register in your ears. His cheek is resting in his cheek again as he looks at you, there is a charming and simple smile on his face when he asked you thought but his eyes - it’s like a hungry predator is looking straight at you.

“Luffy,” you pause to laugh, to do anything at all to shake the heated unease in your stomach, “You do know I mean it, like in a different way, right?”

Your captain nods and then shrugs. “I know, I just wanna see what’s so good about it that you would go looking for it all night.”

You never thought this would happen, nor have you imagined what fucking your captain would even be like. It is like an anvil being dropped on your head, you found out. After Luffy’s response, the few minutes from then until now are a blur. You know you nodded, timid under his fierce gaze. You know you took his hand, taking him to your room on the Sunny - you don’t room with the girls on the account of going off on your own so often. It’s a smaller room but yours all the same and seeing Luffy’s board back hit your bed makes you feel so blistering hot in your stomach.

At some point you kissed him and Luffy kisses you like he’s starving. Messy and hot, with his teeth at your lips and tongue in yours. You haven’t been touched in weeks and it makes you moan like some sort of cat in heat when you feel his hands slide up and down your dress. At some point he had asked if he can take it off, to feel the actually thing and not this slinky material. You are so crazed, so lost in his warm and soft lips you don’t even say yes and just nod.

You moan when he rips it, right at the seam until you are only in your bra and panties. Luffy is quiet but his hands are greedy, just like him. Every each of your skin needs to be felt by him, your soft breasts and smooth skin has to meet his palms until he is satisfied. That is enough to make you mewl, to make your simper and arch into his toned body like you are going to cum.

“You must really wanted this…” Luffy trails off, grinning like he’s playing with a new pet at how you react to his touch. Maybe its the leftover buzz, or it’s the touch of someone else for a change or maybe it’s because your captain looks really, really sexy flushed and grinning like he got the first place prize but you moan. Long and needy, nodding your head like a stupid little thing that only thinks with what is in between your legs. It’s hard to remember if his fingers ever where in you but you are slick enough, from your sheer wanting for it that when his cock that way bigger than you had imagined it is pressing against the seam of your cunt. It’s a veiny and heavy thing, the type of big that makes your mouth feel like cotton and the only thing that can ground you is his mouth on yours when it presses into you.

Your body is as desperate for this as you are, it doesn’t even hurt as Luffy continues to slide in until you feel his stomach on top of yours. He watches you, takes in the slow blink of your eyes and the gasping of your mouth. His name is warbled in between your spit slick lips and he can’t help the thrust he gives when you whisper his name like he broke you. It feels so good - how hot and wet and soft you are, just for him. The sun rises, breaking in the blue of the night sky. All you can hear is the creaking of the bed as Luffy keeps pumping in and out of you.

“Next time you want it this bad…just tell me yeah? I’ll help you out….” He speaks in between puffs of breath and the endorphins high he is ride as he keeps fucking you. Maybe its your desperation, or just how Luffy - your captain fills you so good you cum from just having his cock inside of you. You soak him down enough that is runs to his barely taken off sleep shorts and like the maniac he is laughing at your fucked out whine. Your completion doesn’t make him stop, and he keeps going letting your legs go limp at his side in your bed.

“Just keep a up a little longer, yeah? You waited a long time - just, just until I’m done.” He whispers to you in between fucked out giggles and you clench around him. Luffy doesn’t stop until the sun is well into the horizon, morning has arrived and Luffy is still buried in between your legs. And you will find when you come to, at noon with lunch in the air more than on the plate - you find him right there with you half on top of you and half on your bed snoring away with the most content smile on his face. You can only lay down and groan, knowing and dreading the walk of shame to the kitchen and meeting everyone’s knowing faces.