Ms. Chai's Coffee Shop

Lollipop King

You scanned the room, noticing everyone's eyes were on you. 'This is intense..' you thought to yourself. You really couldn't pick, everyone was nice to you. Surprising, since your father and brother would always tell you horrible things about this family.

"Your choice..?" Perospero smiled widely, leaning down to meet your gaze. You jolted and looked away, "Ah- um...you." You mumbled. The whole room fell silent. Cracker looked around and blinked, "Who?" "[y/n] is talking about Perospero.." Smoothie nodded. The pale man smile softly, chuckling under his breath, "Quequeque~ what a lovely choice...perolin~" Perospero cooed, gently placing a hand on yours. "I'll be sure to tell Mama about this and to get everything ready for the wedding.~" You nodded your head. Cracker clicked his tongue in disapproval and walked out, mumbling under his breath. "If you all don't mind, I would like some alone time with my new partner." Everyone nods and says their goodbyes. Leaving only you and your newfound husband in the room.

Perospero sat on the bed and looked over at you, his eyes were sharp. "What a choice you made. Any particular reason for choosing me?" He asked, crossing his legs and his arms. You looked away quietly and gazed out the window. "I'm..not sure to be honest. You just seemed to be the perfect fit for me." Perospero laughed loudly, "Quequequeque!~ Isn't that just cute!~" He leaned over, nearly closing the distance between you both. His sweet, sugary aroma rushed into your nose. Before he could do anything, the door slammed open. Big Mom made her way into the room.

"Mamama~ look at this!~ The two love birds are already getting comfortable!" Your face grew a darker shade of red. Perospero glanced behind him, smiling widely at his mother. "Mm.~ Almost comfortable." He spoke, slowly standing up and grabbing his lollipop cane. "Oh? What could make it better?" Big Mom questioned, Perospero thought to himself. Thinking about what to say next. "We want to get married tomorrow." Everything went quiet, Linlin's smile grew brighter, "Oho!~ Tomorrow! Aren't you in a rush!~ Mamama~" Gently patting her eldest's back, "With that said, you're starting to sound like me when I was younger!~" Her eyes glanced from her son to you, "And you?" Her voice sent chills down your spine, "What is your say on this?..."

You've heard rumors about her devil fruit powers. Of course, it's nothing like Medusa or well, Boa's and turn you into stone if you tick her off; but this seemed far worse. Oh, no. Something about having your soul slowly sucked out of your body, stolen from you, didn't seem like a pleasant way of leaving this world.

All you can do was politely smile at the large woman, "That...sounds perfect! I couldn't be happier!" Linlin looked you up and down, slowly. Scanning your every breath, movement, and blink. She smiled warmly and nodded to you and her son. "Sounds wonderful to me!~ I'll get everything ready! Don't worry your precious heads! Mamamama!~" Linlin walked out of the room, her cackle filling the hallway as she left. You were holding your breath, softly sighing when you knew the coast was clear. Perospero looked down at you.

"Mm? What's wrong, my (bride/husband/partner)?" he asked, craning his linky body to meet your eyes. You jumped and looked at him, slowly softening your guard. "Ah...um, no offense at all-but Big Mom scares me a lot. She...seems sweet but her-" "Sweet? Quequeque~ Mama is nothing more than a kind but venomous woman. She may seem loving and very considerate, but she knows just how to manipulate someone good enough to get what she wants..." That didn't make you feel any better. You sat down, feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked over and saw yourself getting pale. "Was this a good idea? Why couldn't I just have run with my dad and brother...oh- right.."  You mentally beat yourself up. This was worrisome...your husband looked back down at you. Taking a small mental note of what he said, hinting from your now pale complexion. He slowly strolled to you and knelt, holding up a cute lollipop. It was clear, nothing special about it except that it was the perfect ball of sugar. No cracks, imperfections, or odd air bubbles.

"Here. This is for you~.." He said with a wide grin. You looked at him, softly blushing. Perospero nodded towards it. Your small hand reached for the stick. Odd, you thought it would be smaller, looking at the lollipop, you noticed it was nearly the same size as your forearm. Perospero looked at you then at the lollipop, chuckling to himself. "Oops, I kinda forgot how small you are...~" He shrugs and looked at the clock on the wall, "It's about dinner time. Care to join me, or do you want to stay in here and let me bring it to you?" You looked at them, then looked down. Placing your hand and wand-sized lollipop in your lap.

"It would probably be best if I come and join. I don't want Mama to think I'm trying to pull something." You said with a shaky breath. Perospero placed a hand on your shoulder, "It will all be fine, you have me. I'll kill anyone for you, or anyone that stands in your way. Feel safe with us, we won't abandon you...you're one of us now.~ As of tomorrow, you'll officially be a part of the Charlotte family~..." with those words flowing out of his mouth, your nerves calmed down a little. You gulped hard and sighed, clearing your negative thoughts, and nodded.

"You're right!..." You spoke, almost somewhat confidently. Perospero was about to say something but you managed to swiftly kiss his cheek. He was stunned, slowly looking at you. You were too, what the hell did you do?! Where did that come from?! Your mind started to race again, but you tightened up and straighten your back. "Come on Pero!~ Let's go eat! I want to get to know your siblings!~" He blinked a few times, then gave a cheeky yet wholesome smile. "Quequeque~ you are full of surprises! Alright, I'll introduce you to some of them...~" He teased, strutting his way to the door.

Your eyes followed his moment, "Wait- some?! Why not all of them!!" He softly laughs to himself, "You don't know how many of us there are, do you?"

As you both walked to the dining hall, you thought to yourself and shook your head, "I mean, I know she has had a lot of kids...but there's only you, Kakaturi, Cracker, Amande, and Smoothie, right? Oh- and Pudding!" Perospero was shocked, "Queque...uh, no. There are 85 of us~." He cooed, pushing the large doors to the dining hall. You stood there, in complete shock. "85?!" You raised your voice. The majority of the family members all looked at you. Perospero looked down at you, "Yes~ it's something else, isn't it?...~" You wanted to ask questions but your attention got taken over by a loud laugh.

Zarbon waltzed over to you, nudging you out of your chair. With a faint grumble, you turned away from your conversation with Goku to the handsome green prince.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Your semi-buzzed state only seemed to heighten your senses. Everything seemed to annoy you more and more, and Zarbon only made it worse.

He made a disgusted face and rolled golden eyes, pointing a freshly manicured finger to the closet. "Your services are requested in the closet…(y/n)." He said, a slight hint of sass as he said your name.

You looked over, tilting your head. "Me? Tsk…whatever." You said, taking your nearly empty glass of booze and chugging it. Saying your goodbyes to Goku and the others, you made your way to the closet.

You grunted and bumbled inside, sucking your teeth as the door struck your backside. "It's too damn dark in here! Zarbon is such an ass…not even telling me who's in here." You mumbled to yourself, cursing at the emerald-haired man. Your hands trailed along the wall, at least trying to find a light switch or something. Instead, your dainty hands skimmed across a chiseled, yet soft, chest.

You quickly moved away and stumbled back, "Ah! Hello?!" You called out. The body that occupied the same space as you grunted. "Quit being so loud. You're giving me a headache."

'That voice…' You said to yourself. "Piccolo?" You asked, "What the hell are you doing in here…?" The Namekian didn't say anything. He stood quiet for a few minutes, pondering the next thing to say.

"Since I don't get out much, in Goku's terms. He wants me to try something out. Like…parties. Ugh.." Piccolo placed his back to the wall, slowly siding down to the floor. "I honestly don't get this. Why are two people in a dark room, let alone a closet? What the hell are we supposed to do? Strain our eyes?"

"Talk…maybe kiss. Fuck, even." You said bluntly. Hearing a slight choke coming from Piccolo made you giggle. "Not used to it huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! You think I go around and lounge in people's closets?"

"I'd let you!~" You cooed at him.

Piccolo blinked, evidently unimpressed with your usual reply. "You are a strange one. I knew you'd say something like that…" He chuckled to himself before creeping over to you. The atmosphere around you suddenly changed, becoming denser. Your breath caught in your throat. "Well…" Piccolo's voice was gruff, nearing your ear. "If we are supposed to do those things. Why don't we get started…?~"

You sat there, shocked, and quickly got kicked out of your daydream when a slimy, thick tongue scrapped across your neck. A hefty shiver rushed over your body. "You taste better than I thought…" Piccolo whispered. Your face was quickly heating up. The Namekian sat beside you, then grasped your waist. He firmly placed you on his lap. "I want to take my time with you." He huffed.

You felt like you were going to burst. This was all you ever wanted! Piccolo's trained hands slowly made their way up your shirt and to your chest. You let out a soft groan, feeling his calloused hands play with your sensitive buds. Your hips slowly started to grind on him. To your surprise, he was fully packing. Minus the gags you hear from Vegeta.

You heard him groan, causing you to grind harder onto him. With whatever liquid confidence you had, you leaned over and placed a lustful, drunken kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled you closer to him. His usual cool body was burning up. Piccolo's eyes slowly started to fill with desire.

With a slightly aggravated grunt, Piccolo picked you up again and placed you on the floor. He mounted over you and leaned down, kissing you back deeply. He slowly started to place his hand into his bottoms, pulling out his well-endoubt member. You placed a hand on his chest, causing his attention to be focused mainly on you again.

"Am I…going too fast?" He huffs. You shook your head, reassuring him with a delicate stroke on his arm. You gently push him up onto his knees and stand up. He follows your lead, "Stand still for me and try not to be too loud, okay…~" He nods and tilts his head, feeling you get lower. "What are you doing (y/n)? - !!?" Piccolo grunted and nearly fell back on his knees.

You moaned as you slid Piccolo's member deeper into your mouth. He let out a low whine and placed a hand on your head. You closed your eyes and pulled back, but before you could fully move away. Piccolo growled and jammed his way back into your mouth.

You squealed and grabbed onto his gi bottoms. He panted heavily and bucked his hips into your face. "I'm…sorry, but I need this!" Piccolo gasps harder, moaning out loudly. You were gagging and gurgling for him to slow down but to no avail. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. Your eyes slowly roll back.

The light that peeked from under the closet door, enhanced the thin layer of sweat that coated Piccolo. Your teary eyes watched in awe as he rode out his orgasm in your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away. Hunching over you to support himself on the wall, he opened his eyes to stare down at you. "Alright…" he started, picking you up and placing you against the wall. "Why don't we get started for real?~"

Your breath quivered as he easily undid your pants. You quickly moved around in his muscular arms to help him. He only chuckled and exhaled, sensing your pheromones. You looked back up at him, your buzz was slowly fading but you didn't feel like you needed it. Piccolo's dark eyes leered upon you, only making you feel smaller than usual. His gaze was similar to a wolf's, longing as if he was hungry for something.

You wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he pushed you more against the wall before he slid you down onto his throbbing cock.

You both groaned at the feeling. He grits his teeth, feeling as if he won't be able to fit inside of you. "You're..so damn tight!" He exclaimed. You whimpered under him, feeling too full to speak. Without hesitation, he vigorously pounded into you. You squealed out, covering your mouth. Piccolo was losing his cool quicker than he had hoped. His mind grew foggy. He didn't feel like himself. He felt more feral.

You could feel him in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut as he kept brutishly thrusting into you. When he stopped, your eyes slowly opened, and looked back at him. Piccolo's pupils were blown out. His chest heaved. You studied what you could of him in the dark. Before you got a word out, he swiftly positioned you on the ground.

"You make a monster out of me (y/n)…" The Namekian snarled, raising your legs higher. He nearly had you in a pretzel. Your knees easily touched your ears. He eyed you more and more, taking in every piece of you. "I could take you for all myself…I wouldn't let you see the light of day again…~ You could be all mine." He leaned back over you, caging you in the mating press. With a keen foresight, he jammed his cock back into you. You threw your head back and cried out his name.

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh, mercilessly hammering into you. Your g-spot was being beaten and bruised. "Prepare for a heavy pounding, human…I hope you don't mind - but I won't be going so easy on you anymore. Now that I know you can take my cock!" He huffed out, mewling and howling at the feeling. You were so wet and accepting, he needed more. He wanted to be in you forever.

Piccolo bit his lips and jolted, cumming quicker than expected. He pummeled you more and more, drooling at the slick feeling. Quickly, he sat up and adjusted himself. He held you down, propping himself on one knee while resting his arm on the other. Without leaving you, he easily placed you into doggy and quickly picked his pace back up. "I'm not letting a single drop of my cum leave you! And neither shall you, got it?" He asked sternly. The heavy claps for your skin contact nearly drove you wild. You couldn't answer until a firm smack across your ass woke you up. "Answer me. Now." He ordered. You whimpered more, tears practically coming from your eyes. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Piccolo hissed, feeling you get tighter as he slapped your rear.

He started to get more amped. Latching onto your hips with his nails, he continued the rapid onslaught. You wanted to wail out, scream for him to slow down, cry out the intensity of this. However, you couldn't help but melt with each thrust. The fact that he can send you to King Kai's planet and back then to Namek was crazy to you. Your insides started to burn up. "K-keep…hitting that spot!~" You panted out, trying to make your voice heard. The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you." You nearly came on the spot but roared out. "Make me cum!! Please! Let me cum!~"

Piccolo grew a wicked smile and chuckled darkly. Nearly putting you in a chokehold but still easing up for you to breathe, he clashed his hips to your ass harder than ever. "If that's the case, I'll happily oblige but say my name!" You were biting your lip so hard, you thought you were drawing blood. He snarled and used his other hand to pinch your hardened nipples. "Speak!"

He really did it now. His gruff voice, his larger body hugging onto you and the nonstop feeling of his dick tip kissing your cervix. You were quickly unraveling. "D-Demon King!~ Please fucking me harder!~ Make me c-cum!!~" He whined, riding out your orgasm. Your hips tried to match his pace but were shaking too much to keep up.

Piccolo on the other hand was a drooling, barking mess. He moaned out, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Oh..o-oh fuck! Fuck (y/n)!! That's it!~" He ruts himself as deep as he can go and cums, pumping you full of his hot seed. With each thrust, Piccolo's eyes looked down to see his seed spewing out from inside you. He grew hungry again as he watched a creamy ring around his cock form.

He placed his hand under your chin and pulled you back. He placed a deep kiss on your lips, sliding his thick purple tongue in; "You sure know how to treat a King…Let's see what else you're capable of.~"

You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.

"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.

"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"

You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.

"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.

Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.

Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."

You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?

Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.

With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.

In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.

"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.

Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.

"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.

Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.

"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.

You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.

Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.

Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."

You were a castaway. Afloat on a thick piece of wood in the middle of the ocean. The hot sun only seemed to cook you more and more as you drifted endlessly. You were dehydrated, wheezing. This was how it all ended. No one will know about your death, you will sink into the endless brine until your lifeless body hit the seafloor. Waiting for a lurking beast to come and devour you.

Alas, you didn't need to worry about that. As the sun started to set, it graciously tugged for the moon to follow. The cool air became still, something didn't seem right. Your mind was too hazy from the scorching sun to fully comprehend what was happening. An odd-shaped boat slowly crept up to your side. The large figure sat aloof in the brilliant maroon chair. The waxing crescent gave the chair's gold accent a little bit of shine. The figure's gleaming eyes scanned your corpse. Swiftly, he lifted you out of the water and placed you on the deck gently.

After what seemed like forever, you opened your eyes. The room you woke up in didn't seem familiar. This wasn't yours, none of it was. Where are you? You sat up and held your head, slightly flenching at your sore muscle and nearly sunburned skin. This was agony. Everything was slowly coming too, you let out a deep breath.

"...Where the hell am I?" You mumbled, not expecting an answer as you look to your side. Being met with two large, golden eyes nearly stopped your heart.

"You are in my home, castaway.." Said a regal voice. The figure walked closer to you, his form coming into view by the candlelight. "You were drifting close to my island, I just so happened to bump into you while I was sailing. That was a week ago..." He spoke his voice almost like velvet.

You sat there in awe, not knowing whether to be terrified or to be slightly embarrassed. He was attractive, but he was menacing and didn't seem to know it. You didn't know this man, but his eyes. Those eyes. You've heard the rumors about a certain warlord with piercing, golden-ringed eyes. This was him, this was that man. What was his name again?

You cleared your throat as he walked around your bed, picking up the small bowl on the bedside table. "If you're hungry...I'll be making dinner soon. I don't expect you to come to the dining hall to eat, but if you do. Don't hurt yourself trying." He sets the bowl on a silver tray. "I would prefer a quiet dinner, not a noisy one." The man spoke under his breath.

Your eyes followed him, before he closed the door you opened your mouth. "Wait! What's your name!" The man stopped in his tracks and looked back at you. Even in the dim light, his eyes still managed to glow. "If you manage to make it down to the dining hall, I'll answer any questions you might have. I'll hopefully see you soon." He spoke, and a soft chuckle bubbled in his chest.

Once the door closed, you looked from the door to the large, wooden clock in the corner. 7:14pm. Carefully, you got up from your spot and walked to the door. Your eyes were caught by something, you narrowed them and blinked. A stack of neatly folded clothes was placed on the desk. You tilted your head and made your way over to them, gently picking them up and analyzing them. It was a simple silk nightgown. The laced bottle swayed against the floor, as well as a pair of bloomers. You looked at the bloomers and picked them up, "What the hell..?" You mumbled. "These look itchy as hell!" You shake your head and quickly got dressed, then gingerly made your way down the hall.

You could smell freshly baked bread, butter, and seasonings beyond your wildest dreams. For such a gloomy place, you didn't expect much flavor from this mysterious man.

Peeking your head into the kitchen, you locked eyes with him. Now, basking in the light of the oil lamp, you got to see every part of him. How impressive. You stared at him, not noticing your face changing colors.

"You know, in some places; it's rude to stare. Especially, in someone else's home." He sighed and turned away, wiping his hands on his apron. "Dinner is on the table. Get to it, castaway."

You grunted softly, "Mmh, I have a name."

"Oh, do you now?" The man chirped. You grumbled and pulled out the chair, "Yes, it's (y/n).." He nodded his head and walked over, setting down his plate and a wine glass. You tilted your head at the liquid, it didn't seem like wine, it was thicker.

"Well, (y/n). I'm Dracule Mihawk, it's a pleasure..." He eyed you down as if you were nothing more than prey with a name. Quickly, you looked back at your plate, noticing your meat was slightly... undercooked.

"W-well, Mr. Mihawk, I don't want to be rude...but is there any way to cook my food for a bit longer? It seems to be...still bleeding." You mumbled, sticking out your tongue. His eyes slowly went down to your plate, "It seems it is..." He reaches over and grabs your plate, switching it with his, "Sorry, I mixed our plates up."

"You...eat your meat bloody?" He nods slowly, wiping off his silverware. He began to eat, the meat almost looked soggy. As if it was still alive. You sat there, trying not to gag. Respectfully, he wiped his mouth and glared at you.

"You better eat before your food gets cold.." You slowly nod and gulp, eating your vegetables and other sides. Trying your best to avoid the meat, as well as his eye contact. This was getting a little overwhelming for you, but you tried to play it off. Little did you know, the bird-like man was seeing right through your little facade.

The night started to come slowly. You offered to help clean up but were kindly denied by the stoic man. He nodded his thanks to you and walked to the sink. Cleaning off each utensil. "I do have one question," He started, you froze in your tracks. "Where did you come from? Why were you stranded in the middle of the sea?..." Mihawk asked calmly, of course not expecting a full-length answer. You were knocked out when he saved you.

You blinked a few times and thought to yourself, "Um...my..village was blown up? I think. I was on a boat trying to get away, but ended up getting hit in the crossfire." Your eyes grew sad, rubbing your arm. He nodded his head and turned off the faucet, wiping his hands on the apron and removing it.

"Interesting. I'm impressed you managed to survive a buster call." He started, glaring over at you. You didn't understand, merely tilting your head like a confused puppy. He chuckled at your adoring gesture. 

"If you're assuming I'm a pirate. I'm not...that thing you called it, was probably because my village was attacked. Of course, the damn Marines didn't kill any pirates - everyone in my home is now gone." You hissed.

"So you're homeless." He said in a stagnant tone.

You clicked your tongue and cursed at his ill comment. Before you managed to even make it out of the kitchen, the hawk-like man swiftly darted in front of you.

"I do hope you know," He growled, "It's also very rude to leave during a conversation..." Mihawk spat, stepping closer to you. "And it's rude to curse under your breath. Speak up if you have something to say, castaway.."

You choked on your breath, smelling nothing but expensive cologne and the faint stench of iron. Something like blood. You took a step back, bumping against the wall.

"You smell.." You said in a shaky breath. He stared at you, then let out a small laugh. "W-what's so funny? You smell like blood! I get that you're that strong swordsman, are you injured? Why-" You stopped talking, remembering the glass of mysterious liquid and the very odd meat. No, vampires don't exist. They never had! Maybe in folklore and stories, but this is real life! They aren't real!...right?

Your eyes slowly met back with Mihawk, who gave you a small yet warm smile, his teeth gently peeking through his lips. 'F-fangs?' You thought to yourself.

He slowly pulled away from you, going over to a large chair in the corner of the room. "You know," he began, "If you need a place to stay. As you can probably tell, I am a very lonely man in this big castle. I do have room to spare." He sat down, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. His hand reached for his newspaper while the other reached for a familiar bottle. He suddenly poured himself a glass, "You are free to stay for as long as you want." Mihawk cooed softly, taking a deep sip from his wine.

You stood there, watching this man bask in the moonlight, amazing at his beauty and his sudden kindness. You've only heard stories about him. How ruthless and savage he was. He enjoyed chasing his prey, just like his nickname entails. He is nothing more than a hawk.

You gulped and slowly walked to him, freezing in place when his eyes met you. "What's wrong?" Mihawk questioned, "I won't bite.." You blushed softly and nodded, walking over to the large chair that mimicked his.

"Mr. Mihawk-"

"Mihawk is fine." He corrected you, going back to his newspaper.

You tried to muster up the courage, letting out a breath. "Your..teeth." You started, "You're not..um..ya know."

He slowly looked back at you, sipping his wine. "Mm? I'm not a what? Pirate?" You shook your head.

"Vampire." You said under a cough. He stared at you again and laughed. You sat there, awkward. Was it that funny? Sure, of course, he'd think it's funny! He's pale, lives in a big castle, drinks red wine or something, and has the whole gothic vibe! You let out a faint chuckle.

"(y/n)," He said through a dying laugh, "You're the first one to even recognize that I am." Mihawk cleared his throat and signed, looking up at you.

Your face was horrified, terrified even. He tilted his head and raised a brow. "What seems to be the problem?" You blinked and opened your mouth, but were cut off by him zipping in front of you. Only a few inches away from your face. "You look...mortified. As if I'm going to hurt you..." He whispered gently to you, "Are you? Afraid, (y/n)?"

You didn't know what to say. You were scared, of course. Does he have cravings? What if he gets hungry and goes crazy? You're the only person on this island besides him! What will happen?! So many questions run through your head.

"Please...don't hurt me." you managed to squeak out.

He paused, not even moving an inch. His eyes study you. Your body movement, your face, your heartbeat. He noticed. Everything. How hurt but also how scared you were. Slowly, he pulled away from you. Taking extra precautions to not make any sudden movements. 

"Not all vampires are bloodthirst freaks..." He said, walking back to his seat. "Not that I'm offended or anything. Take the time to understand fictional vampires and real ones…" You look back at him, making sure he was telling the truth. You couldn't tell. The man was a stone wall.

"I'm sorry..." You said, rubbing your arm. "I didn't mean for that to come out so rudely. I...just only heard stories about them and was told they were all bad. None of them were good and they were only killers." Your (e/c) orbs glanced over at him, trying to read any expression he gave. Nothing.

The room was silent after a few hours, and you were starting to get sleepy. The room felt cooler. Mihawk glanced over at the clock then back at your tired body. 12:59am. You laid there, perfectly curled up on the chair.

"If that was your form of an apology." He began, neatly folding the paper and standing up. The hawk swiftly made his way to you, gently picking you up from your semi-cozy state. "I'll forgive you...~" He purred softly, noticing your body only getting closer to him for warmth. He smiled sweetly and opened the door to the room you'd been staying in. "I take it that you're okay with staying with me?" Not knowing what's going on, you only nod your head. Mihawk chuckles softly to himself, placing you in the large bed and tucking you in.

Once he was done, he quietly turned on his heel and started to make his way for the door.

"Wait..." Said a small voice, "...please...stay with me tonight?" You asked in your near somnolent state. He looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes giving off that familiar glow in the night.

He stood there for a few minutes, trying to see if you were meaning it or if you were just talking in your sleep. Once he noticed your hand grabbing out to him, he chuckled softly and closed the door. Making his way over to your bedside.

"I suppose...since the little (princess/prince), asked so kindly." He teased in his typical monotone voice.

You opened your eyes sleepily, raising your head but quickly started to snap out of the daze once he began to undress. "I'm sorry, do you not like that name I gave you? Why are you making that face all of a sudden?.." He questioned as he crawled into the bed beside you. You tried to distance yourself but he quickly pinned his arms by your side.

"Are you okay with me being this close?" He asked softly. You felt as if all this was going by a little fast. You gulped and nodded your head slowly. This feels wrong, but somehow you feel so safe with him. It's comforting...very comforting. You leaned up and gently kissed his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of blood. His eyes were lidded, a deep purr grew in his chest.

"Well...I guess that's one way to thank me.." He kissed you back, slowly trailing each kiss from your lips to your neck. You let out a small sigh, biting your lip and nearly regretting the next few words.

"If you don't mind...I can think of another way of thanking you...~" He slowly looked up at you, a toothy grin appeared on his face.