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The forest path faded behind you as Krampus's massive hand gripped your wrist, pulling you deeper into the shadowed mouth of his cave.

Every year, he claims you like this. He practically dragged you through the snow covered trees. Your heart pounded with that mix of fear and filthy excitement. The cold bit at your skin, but inside, heat rose within you making your pussy throb with anticipation. 

You had been naughty again this year. You wandered those woods on purpose, knowing he'd come for you. A branch snagged at your coat in your haste. You stumbled forward, lost in thought. His grip tightened to steady you. His claws pricked just enough to send a shiver down your spine. You were ready for tonight.

The air shifted as you crossed the threshold of his cave home. It was so much warmer now. His cave carried a smoky tang of pine, amber, and sweet holiday spices. It clinged to you. His scent made your thighs slick under the fabric, your nipples peaked against your shirt as desire tangled in your chest.

He released you with a low grunt. His horns scraped the low ceiling of the cave entrance. The dim light from deeper within flickered, casting long shadows that danced like teasing fingers. Krampus towered over you, his furred chest heaving, eyes glowing faintly red in the gloom. He put his big hand around the small of your back. He pulled you closer to his sturdy body, and you allowed him. 

“Freshen up, naughty girl”, he rumbled softly in your ear.

 His voice was like gravel scraping stone, deep and commanding. It vibrated through you, settling right between your legs. Krampus noticed and pointed toward the side chamber with a clawed finger. You nod, swallowing hard, and your pulse racing. 

“I'll be waiting”, he said as he started to walk towards his room.

The words hung heavy, a promise that made your clit ache. You hurried to the basin, and kicked your boots off. The stone floor was cool under your bare feet. The water was icy as you splashed it over your face. The shock grounded you for a moment, but you could not ignore the heat pooling in your core. Your hands move lower, dipping between your thighs, wiping away the arousal that lingered. 

You were drenched. Your pussy lips were swollen and sensitive. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper as your fingers brush your clit. The ache was insistent. It was a reminder of last year's claiming, how he'd stretched you, and filled you until you screamed.

Your nipples harden further against your shirt, begging for his rough touch. You stripped quickly, the cool air pebbling your skin. You throw your clothes on a rock, heart hammering. You ran naked toward his bed chamber, every step echoing your building need.

The fire crackled louder now, a steady roar that warmed the air and filled the cave with golden light. Shadows moved on the rough stone walls, and the scent of burning wood mixes with that primal musk, drew you in. There he was, Krampus, the mythical beast of Christmas.

He was sprawled in a massive chair by the fireplace, completely bare. His furred, muscular body gleamed in the firelight. His broad shoulders rolled with power, his horns curled back from his head like dark crowns. His legs were spread wide with thighs thick as tree trunks, and his eyes locked on you.

Dark and hungry pupils dilated as they raked over your body. Your full breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. But it was his cock that stole your breath. It was thick as your wrist, veined and throbbing upright from a nest of coarse fur, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It twitched as you approached, and you felt your pussy clench in response, juices trickling down your inner thigh. You need this, need him.

“Come here”, he commanded, his voice a deep growl.

You stepped closer, knees weak, your full breasts heaving with each shallow breath. The fire's warmth licked at your bare skin like a lover's tongue, contrasting the chill that lingers from outside. He didn’t move, just watched. His gaze was pinning you in place, dominant and unyielding.

You straddled his lap, the coarse fur of his thighs brushing your inner legs. His cock stood rigid between you, hot against your belly as you settled. You could feel the pulse of it, the sheer size making your mouth water even as your nerves twisted in your gut.

“Sit on it. Take what's yours for being such a bad girl this year”.

 His words hit you like a slap, filthy and direct. It made your clit throb with need. You reach down. Your fingers wrapped around his massive shaft. Your hand barely circles it. You guide the broad head to your entrance. You part eagerly, slick with arousal.

You gasp as you lower yourself slowly. The stretch was immediate. It burned sweetly as his cock pushed in, inch by thick inch. Your pussy walls yield to him, gripping tight, the veins dragging along your sensitive inner flesh. 

You paused halfway, panting. Your hands gripped his furred shoulders for balance. He growls low. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. 

“All of it”, he demanded, steadying his voice. 

You did as you were told and sank further. A moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, his balls pressed firm against your ass. You were so full, every nerve seized with the pressure. The heat of him was buried deep.

“Good”, he whispered with approval rumbling in his chest, “Now spread your legs wide for me”.

His claws dug in just enough to heighten the sensation. You obeyed without hesitation, parting your thighs as far as you can over his lap. Your bodies exposed and joined completely in the fire's warmth. The position left you vulnerable.

Your clit was peeking out, swollen and begging. He slid one clawed hand between you. His rough finger found your clit and circled it with firm, deliberate pressure. 

The touch was electric, sparks shot through you. You rocked your hips instinctively, but he held you still with his other hand. He thrusted up shallowly to fuck into your depths. His cock shifted inside, rubbing that perfect spot. You whimpered, the dual assault building your orgasm fast. He rubbed faster, pinching your swollen nub between his fingers, then rolled it with just the right roughness. 

“That's it, cum on my cock, you naughty slut”, he demanded, his voice rough with lust.

His words push you over the edge. Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped. Waves of heat crashing through you as your pussy clenched around him, milking his thick length. You came so hard, soaking his lap, your thighs, with the slick sounds of your release filling the air. You cried out, body shuddering. Your nails dug into his shoulders as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and breathless in his grip.

He didn’t let you recover, didn’t give you time to catch your breath. With a feral snarl, he lifted you off him effortlessly. Your pussy protested the sudden emptiness with a needy ache. He spun you around to face the fire, positioning you on all fours on the thick rug. The fibers are soft under your knees and palms. A stark contrast to the iron grip on your hips as he kneels behind you. 

You arched your back instinctively, presenting yourself. He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust, his cock burying deep, stretching you anew. You cried out, the force jolting through you, but you pushed back against him, craving more.

The slap of his furred thighs against your ass echoed in the cave as he fucks you hard. His movements were rhythmic, urgent, and relentless. Each drive hit that spot inside, making stars burst behind your eyes. Your breasts swayed with the impact. Sweat droplets formed on your skin from the fire's heat.

 “Take it all”, he grunted as one hand tangled in your hair to pull your head back, arching your spine and exposing your throat. 

The pull stung deliciously, heightening every sensation as he railed your pussy. His hips snapped forward with raw power. You felt every inch of him. With the drag and plunge, your walls fluttered around his girth. The urgency consumed you both. His grunts mixed with your moans, the cave filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

He reached around finding your clit again. He rubbed with his thrusts, pushing you toward another edge. Your body jolted with every forceful plunge, pleasure building in layers, until you were begging incoherently, lost in the rough rhythm.

Suddenly, he pulled out, the loss making you whine. Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your back with ease. The warmth of the flames bathed your front now. Your skin glowed in the firelight, slick and you looked up at his massive form looming over you.

His eyes had softened just a fraction, the dominance tempered with something warmer. He held your wrist above your head. He leaned down, lips brushing your neck in a surprisingly tender kiss. 

The contrast sent a thrill through you. His hot breath fanned your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, then trails lower to your breasts. He sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. 

“So good when you're like this”, he whispered against your skin, voice husky with praise and something sinister.

You arched into him whimpering. Your hands threaded through the fur at his neck. He moved lower, kissing down your stomach, each press of his lips a murmur of approval. 

“My perfect naughty girl...so tight, so wet for me…you take me so well”.

The words wrapped around you like the fire's heat. His tongue dipped into your navel, then lower, lapping at the slickness on your thighs before positioning himself again. He slid back in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch. Your pussy welcomed him with a greedy squeeze. 

Then deeper, harder, his hips snapped against yours in a passionate fury. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels dug into his back, and your nails raked down his furred shoulders as he fucked you with building intensity. The dirty rhythm consumed you. His cock was swollen inside, his veins pulsed against your walls.

“Fuck, yes…gonna fill this pussy”, he groaned, thrusts turning erratic.

His mouth claimed yours in a messy, tongue filled kiss. You tasted the wildness of him. He tasted faintly like smoke, salt, and something else. It was uniquely him. Your own cries muffled as pleasure coiled tight once more. His hand cups your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, while the other braces beside your head, caging you in. The fire roars beside you, shadows flickering over your joined bodies, covered in sweat and straining. 

You clenched around him, urging him on, and he buried himself deep inside, roaring as he erupted. Hot cum flooded you in thick spurts, painting your insides. The warmth spread deep as his body shuddered against yours. You shattered with him, a second orgasm ripping through you. Your walls milked every drop until he was spent. He collapsed half on top of you, both of you panting in the fire's glow.

He rolled to the side slowly, and pulled you into his chest. His arm draped heavy and possessive around your waist, and fur tickled your bare skin as you nestled closer. The fire popped softly as embers glowed like distant stars. The cave's warmth wrapped around you both, chasing away any lingering chill. Stickiness lingered between your thighs, a dirty reminder of your claiming, but his touch turned gentle. Clawed fingers stroked your hair in slow, soothing passes. 

“Rest, my naughty girl”, he rumbled low in his chest like a purr, “You've been so good for me tonight”. 

You sighed, content with your body lax against his. The steady beat of his heart made you feel secure. The world outside faded, leaving you with his heat, his scent,  and the promise of more naughty nights in the depths of his domain.

Sanji doesn’t have just one nickname for you. It just depends on the time, place, and his mood. He likes to call you his dove, and his angel the most. 

He wakes up early to make you the perfect breakfast to start your day. It’s different each day based on your needs. Some mornings you wake up to fruit parfaits and heart shaped pancakes, while other mornings you wake up to a hearty protein plate to keep your energy up.  

He likes to plan picnics on the deck of the Sunny with you. You both sit there enjoying simple treats while watching the sunset together. 

He will run you a bubble bath with your favorite scent before cooking so you can relax before dinner. 

He carved your initials in his favorite cooking knife. It makes him smile every time he notices it.

When the Straw Hats stop on an island to replenish their supplies, Sanji will steal you away to dance with you barefoot on the beach. His hands are firm on your waist while he whispers promises of forever in poetic French.

He makes bento boxes for the crew when needed, but will put a cute note in yours.

Sanji adores domestic moments shared between you two. Simple things like cooking together, washing dishes side by side, and soft conversations when everyone else is asleep.

Sanji is a very jealous lover. Just the glare he gives some of the men who try to bother you makes them hurry away. 

He sometimes has nightmares due to his childhood trauma. When he is startled awake by them, he instinctively holds you close to him to bring him back to reality. Your warmth and heartbeat help him calm down. 

Sometimes you notice he is stressed or tense, but will not say anything. You just hold his hand for a moment without saying a word before letting him have some quiet to think. It reminds him that you are still there for him. 

Sanji loves being intimate, more just for pleasure. It makes him feel closer to you, you share a real connection. 

He is a giver. He will do anything to make sure you are completely satisfied.

I think Sanji likes edging, both ways. He cannot get enough of watching you squirm. He loves when you edge him. He just likes the prolonged pleasure that comes with edging.

He loves to give oral sex. He takes pride in it.

Sanji likes to food play, duh. He’s just as creative in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen.

The Moby Dick had never been quieter. Not because the crew was asleep, far from it. The entire ship buzzed with poorly hidden excitement.

“Keep it down, idiots,” Marco hissed as he put more gifts on the table, “If Ma wakes up before we’re ready, Pops is gonna throw every one of us overboard”.

“She’s going to love it either way, don't fuss so much”, Ace insisted as he hung the banner.

“I wrapped mine special!”, Jozu said proudly as he held up a lumpy package with strings tied around it.

“That’s meat twine…”, Marco told him.

“I think it adds charm”, Jozu shrugged.

Thatch came from the kitchen carrying trays of food. The whole deck was slowly turning into chaos as the men tried to finish preparing for the surprise.

“Please at least try and act civilized today”, Izou said while adjusting one of the flower arrangements with care.

Ace nearly dropped a tray of pastries, but quickly caught it with a nervous laugh.

“Too late for that”, Marco joked. 

From inside the captain’s quarters came the unmistakable rumble of laughter that was their captain.

You were having trouble waking up after enjoying a lazy morning, but could not ignore the sounds from above any longer. Whitebeard sat on the edge of the bed while you sat bundled in blankets beside him. He rested one of his huge hands against the small of your back. 

“Why does the ship sound like it’s sinking?”, you mumbled, wondering what all the noise was. 

“The boys are up to somethin”, he said with a grin, “best not ask questions”. 

You rolled your eyes fondly then leaned against him and his warm embrace.

“I guess we better go make sure they don’t burn down my kitchen”, you joked as you got up to get dressed. 

Whitebeard watched with the same affectionate grin he always had. It was quiet moments like this that you loved the most. He let out a low laugh when something loudly crashed above. You then heard Marco yell at someone.

The noise suddenly went dead quiet and for a moment that somehow felt more suspicious. He followed you as you made your way up the stairs. The moment you stepped onto the main deck, the entire crew erupted.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA!”

You jumped in surprise, both hands flying to your mouth. Confetti exploded, music bursted from somewhere by the mast, and you noticed The Moby Dick was heavily decorated.

The deck had been transformed overnight. Colorful banners and streamers hung between the sails. Fresh flowers decorated the railings and tables. There were hand painted signs with crooked letters and even a centerpiece made out of fruit. 

And standing in the middle of it all was your family. Every single member of the crew stood grinning at you like excited children. 

“Oh boys…”, you laughed softly, tearing up.

“For the greatest Ma on the seas!”, they all said in unison. 

Whitebeard stood just behind you with his arms crossed with a smug grin. He looked proud of his boys. They had really pulled it together. 

The day became one long celebration, passing in a blur of chaos and affection. The crew spoiled you with gifts. Vista gave you a comb carved from polished wood, Izou gave you fabrics from Wano, Marco gave you a jewelry box of your favorite color, Ace gave you a warm shawl from an island he visited recently. The other crew members gave you gifts such as, small jewelry, rare tea blends, new books, and handmade trinkets.  

You hugged every single of your boys and held back tears at how loved you felt. You celebrated the rest of your surprise birthday party by enjoying the many varieties of foods and singing loudly with your family. A few sons grabbed you into a dance while some played music.

Whitebeard spent most of the day watching you. He watched the way you smiled at every gift, no matter how small. He watched you mock scold Ace for climbing the mast while holding a plate of cake. He watched you chat with Izou while the other men partied. He watched Marco put a cape over your shoulders when the sea breeze picked up. He watched his sons orbit around you naturally, like they were drawn to your warmth. The ship had always been his family, but you made it feel like a home.  

As evening settled across the ocean, the sun dipped low and the celebrations finally calmed down. 

Whitebeard looked over at Ace and gave a hand signal. The ship was quickly docked at an island that was nearby. He stood from his chair and guided you to the edge. 

“C’mon”, he said softly. 

“Where are we going?”, you asked?.

“You’ll see”, he smiled down at you.

He helped you off the ship onto the small quiet island. It seemed untouched except for the tall grass and old stone paths. He carried a large bag and guided you through trees, down an overgrown trail, eventually reaching a small clearing at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean.

The sunset stretched endlessly across the horizon in shades of gold, pink, purple, and orange. The waves shimmered below you. And for a moment, both of you simply stared. 

“It’s beautiful”, you whispered. 

“Thought you might like it”, your pirate husband smiled. 

Whitebeard laid out a blanket with some snacks from the party. 

“You planned all this”, you asked softly.

“Had some help”, he smiled over at the ship docked nearby.

You smiled at that. 

You and Whitebeard talked while you nibbled at some of the snacks. He relaxed against a tree and listened to you talk about the day, the ocean breeze, and the sound of waves off in the distance. When you got quiet, he looked over in your direction. He watched the sunset reflect in your eyes. 

“When I first became a pirate”, he said quietly, “I never thought I would have any of this”.

You looked at him curiously. 

“Sons. A family….You.”, he gaze softened, “you could have had any life you wanted, but you came with me without hesitation. Thank you for joining me on his journey".

The honesty in his voice made your heart ache. You reached for his hand and squeezed gently.

“Newgate, darling, I did get to live the life I wanted”, you smiled up at him, “I wouldn’t have it any other way".

The sun finally began to slip beneath the horizon. Whitebeard pulled you easily on his lap, one massive arm wrapped securely around your waist. You settled against his chest with a content sigh.

He felt warm and safe. He felt like home. The wind drifted around you gently. You both just sat there at the edge of the cliff in comfortable silence, watching the stars slowly begin to appear across the night sky. 

Whitebeard leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Happy birthday, my treasure”.

The Halloween party buzzed around you with a swirl of costumes and laughter echoed through the crisp autumn night. You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You wore a corset that cinched your waist and pushed up your breasts perfectly, and a short black skirt that sat dangerously close to the bottom of your ass. Of course the velvet red cape flowed over your shoulders. Your werewolf mate agreed to go with you to the party, so you wanted to make it worth his while.

Under the full moon light, your gaze met his. You loved how his fur was black as the night, and his gorgeous golden eyes glowed with barely restrained hunger. It brought fear to others, but to you it brought excitement.

The pack knew they needed to keep their distance tonight. The look of hunger, the watchful eye he had on you, no one wanted to deal with the repercussions of getting in his way. You knew the beast that was within him, so you made it your mission to tease him mercilessly. You knew there was a slight chance you might regret it later, but it was a risk worth taking. 

You moved through the crowd, making sure to brush your ass up against him as you bent down to get another drink out of the cooler. A sly move that only he noticed. The touch of him against you sent a jolt through you. His fur was warm and coarse against your freshly shaven skin.

You heard his low growl rumble in his chest behind you. You glanced back to catch his stare. You locked eyes with your massive lover giving him a sultry wink that promised mischief. All evening you pushed his limits. You leaned in so your cleavage pressed against his side while chatting, you swayed your hips while you danced, and you whispered about how the big bad wolf couldn’t touch what was his. Each time, his muscles would tense and he would have to control his breathing. 

He wanted more than anything to take you right there. He thought about it over and over again all the different ways he could make you squirm from pleasure. Leashed by the bond you both share, he held back. He knew he needed to wait. He had thoughts mixed with adoration and feral need. Desperate for any form of touch from you, he put his paw around the small of your back.

“You look breathtaking in that ridiculous costume”, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. 

A shiver ran down your spine. You smiled trying not to blush too hard. He felt a feeling tighten in his chest. Gratitude could not begin to describe it. Every tease was a reminder of your trust and playfulness. 

As the party died down, you both made your way back home. Once there, you felt an ancient call to the forest beyond the backyard. The moon hung full and luminous above casting a beautiful silver light. You took off your boots, heart raced with anticipation. You slipped away quietly, bare feet stomping on the damp grass. The red cape flowed behind you as you darted for the tree line. A playful laugh escaped your lips.

Your werewolf mate watched you go, the thrill of a chase filling inside him. It took him a few moments to register what was happening. His mind had been so clouded by your teasing at the party. You wanted to have fun tonight. If a chase is what you wanted, then so be it. 

"I will chase you down and make you scream in ecstasy", he said to himself.

He waited until he could no longer hear you before he gave chase. 

His pursuit was immediate once he started moving towards you. His paws pounded the Earth with a shaking force, crashing through the underbrush like a force of nature. Cool air whipped against your flushed skin as your body surged with adrenaline and hummed with excitement. 

Behind you, your mate’s growls echoed closer, vibrating through the trees. The chase was primal. You played this fantasy out in your head so many times. But tonight under the Halloween moon, it felt inevitable. You pushed through the trees, letting the moon light the way to the spot you wanted to be.

He followed your scent until he saw the red cape. He made sure to stay back at first. He couldn’t help but admire how free you looked when you ran. The moon’s glow lit every curve. He wanted to pin you down, taste you, fill you until you were lost in absolute pleasure. He started to close the gap, you could almost feel the heat of his breath behind you.

The trees suddenly parted, you finally made it. You ran to the middle of a vast meadow clearing. It was covered with wildflowers, bathed in the moon’s radiance. You took in a deep breath as a gentle breeze blew. You glanced over at the trees and saw your werewolf mate emerge as a silhouette of raw power. He watched as your breasts rose and fell as you caught your breath. He noticed the sweat coming from your skin. He bared his fangs with a snarl that was more eager than threatening. He stood on his hind legs with his heavy cock hanging between them. You watched with delight as it became swollen. You knew what you were in for, and you wanted it.

You didn’t try to run again. You instead tilted your head with a challenging stare. 

“Come and get me, big bad wolf”, your voice breathy, eyes wide with desire.

He lunged at you, stopping right before he knocked into you. He grabbed you close to him and guided you to lay on the soft grass. He settled his weight over you. It was warm and mesmerizing. He buried his muzzle over your neck. You arched into him while running your hands through his fur. You smelt his musky scent mixed with the night’s freshness.

He very carefully extended his claws, he could not control himself anymore. He raked down on your corset, the fabric shredded like paper under his swift movement. You were exposed to the cool night air. Your nipples instantly harden, aching for attention. Your mate obliged by lowering his head and let his broad tongue over one, then the other. The texture and the warmth sent sparks straight to your core. You gasped, fingers curling into his fur. You pulled him closer as he lapped and sucked on your breasts. He stopped to kiss them all over. As you let out a soft moan, he started sucking on the underneath of your right boob causing you to moan louder. He wanted to leave his mark on you and wanted him to.

His claws sliced through your skirt next, the cheap material fluttered away in tatters. It left your lower body nearly bare. He noticed your panties were soaked with your arousal. He hooked two claws under the fabric and tore them off too. His eyes darkened at the sight of you splayed out before him. They were wild with need. He salivated at the sight. Your curves begging for his touch, your pussy glistening for him. And it was all his. He needed to taste you, have you come undone before he took you fully.

You parted your thighs wider, sending him an invitation. He dived in without hesitation. His muzzle pressed against your pussy lips. He extended his tongue to lick a long deliberate stroke from your entrance to your clit. You cried out while your hips bucked. He grinned to himself as he lapped you up gently, savoring your taste.

He worked you with purpose. He alternated between slow broad licks and covered your entire pussy and focused on your clit. He sucked on it with gentle pressure. Your moans filled the clearing, wild and full of love. He grabbed your hips, holding you in place for balance as he feasted. He slid his tongue deep into you, mimicking what his cock wanted to do. You felt your orgasm building with each wet stroke. Your thighs quivered around his head.

“Yeesss...please don’t stop”, you panted, grinding against his face.

He used your begging him as encouragement. He plunged his tongue relentlessly around your clit until stars burst behind your eyes. Your orgasm crashed over you as ecstasy ripped through you. You screamed his name as you came in his mouth. He lapped it up greedily. He then started to softly lick you until you were trembling and over sensitive, wanting to prolong your bliss. 

His muzzle shined with your cum as he lifted his head. His eyes locked on yours. They burned with possessive love. He effortlessly flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You arched your back presenting your ass to him. He spread your legs, the tip of his thick cock prodded at your soaking entrance. He made sure to get you ready for him. His knot swelled with anticipation.

“Please fuck me”, you begged. 

You pushed your pussy back and he thrusted forward in one powerful motion, sheathing his entire cock inside your needy pussy. He was so big. He filled you to the brim. The sheer girth of him stretching you felt amazing. You wailed in pleasure as he began to pound into you. Each thrust hit deep. You grabbed onto the grass while you were at his mercy. 

He leaned over you and gave you a claiming bite on shoulder. He growled, vibrating your back. He couldn’t think. You were so tight around him, gripping onto his cock like you were made for him. Your screams were everything. His pace turned brutal. His hips snapped with urgency, his knot teasing you with every withdrawal.

You rocked your hips while squeezing around him. He was hitting that spot. You felt your stomach tighten as your second orgasm hit hard. Your body started convulsing and the vice-like grip pushed him over the edge. His thrusts stuttered as he shoved forward, forcing his knot past your entrance with a small pop. As it locked you two together, his cock pulsed as he filled you with hot cum. He held onto you as you milked him for everything he had. A tiny bit overflowed and dripped down your thigh. He rode out his own orgasm until he was spent. His weight felt like a comforting press.

Minutes stretched on, your breaths in sync in the afterglow. When the knot softened, he withdrew with cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. He grabbed what was left of your skirt and gently cleaned you up. He nuzzled your back then rolled you over on the grass. He curled his massive form around you, your head rested on his chest. His golden eyes soft now.

You stroked his muzzle, tracing his jaw. He rumbled in response with a deep contented sigh. You tangled your fingers into his fur. He softly caressed your body, looking at the evidence of your passion. The empty meadow cradled you both, the moon’s light fading as clouds drift over it. 

His arm draped over you, holding you secure. You both started falling asleep. Your bodies entwined, utterly sated and loved. The forest whispered approval, the full moon a silent witness to your union, as Halloween's magic binded you closer than ever.

So they kinda kidnapped you, it wasn’t like there was much for you down on Earth. The planet was probably going to go up in flames within a few years anyway. 

All three of the alien men slowly walked into the room they were keeping you in and laid out several colorful items on the table in the middle of the room. You could feel the blush creeping onto your face as you saw the array of sex toys before you.

“For you”, one of them said pointing at the table. 

You don’t say anything yet, still wondering what you are supposed to do in this situation.

“Gifts”, another says. “Ooh…thank you”, you smiled at them still unsure of what to do next.

One of them pushed the table closer to you gently as to say, ‘here you go’.

Realization hit you.

“Now??”, you ask, widening your eyes.

Didn’t you already give them a show? I guess it wasn’t enough? 

Their faces brighten as you are understanding.

“You want to watch..?”, surprised that this didn’t scare you, but excited you.

“Study”, the last one says, “which is better?”, he says pointing to the table and then to each of them standing before you. 

Your heart started to race as you were understanding what they were wanting. You felt a heat pool between your legs and squeezed them together. The alien in the middle gripped the table and you startled. He lifted a hand and gave you a smile to try and ease you.

“Can smell you”, he manages to spit out with a smile through gritted teeth. 

Before you can look embarrassed, he assures you it's not a bad thing. They all quite enjoy your scent. In fact, they have enjoyed all of you since you came aboard. 

“Ok”, you tell them all while smiling mischievously. 

Fuck it.

They don’t really understand this facial expression, but they do know they like it. They know watching you orgasm makes them feel good. So they have concluded that if they can just give you this orgasm, you all will just feel good. They are curious about this feeling you give them. They want to explore it, understand it. 

You move towards the edge of the bed and survey the assortment of toys before you. There were quite a few different ones. They watch you with bated breath and excited anticipation for which one you’ll pick. As you tried to decide what you wanted to use first, a thought occurred to you. 

“Help me?”, you grinned up at all of them. 

They were clearly taken by surprise at your question. You’re not sure if it’s your willingness to do this for them, or the sheer fact that they don’t know what to do. 

“You come sit behind me”, you pointed at one and then on the bed. 

He complies quickly, moving awkwardly to put his body behind you. 

You feel him tense as you lay back against him and touch his thigh. You lean forward and grab the one that looks the most plain. You could start with that.

“You two, come right here”, you said as you pointed in front of you on the floor.

They complied quickly as well, eager to see where this was going. 

“You all are allowed to touch my body while I use the toys”, you instructed them, “just please be gentle and stop if I say so”. 

They all nod in agreement and understanding. They looked unsure of what to do, but quickly learned what you meant. 

You moved the small bullet vibrator against your clit and slowly grinded on it while rubbing it on you. The one behind you ran his hands through your hair and brought your head back.

He laid your body against his while giving your kisses down your neck. The two in front of you rubbed your thighs. You moaned at all the relaxing sensations going on as you pampered your pussy. 

You got caught up in the slow gentleness of what was going on when you were brought back to reality as both of the massive muscular aliens in front of you put a nipple of each of their mouths. You moaned loudly causing what you could only assume as happy noises coming from all the men around you.

They both started sucking onto you and flicking their tongues across your hard nipples. They pulled and sucked until you heard the pop noise of them releasing you. 

You were getting frustrated at the lack of penetration. You needed to be filled. You needed more.  You moved to get all of them off of you and they obeyed. Just sitting and watching, waiting to hear your next command. You leaned forward examining the table of sex toys before you. What would give you a better orgasm and possibly a better show? It was the least you could do for them being such gentlemen. 

You picked up the hot pink one. It had a clit sucker and a vibrating dildo. You turned it on and played with the settings first. Once you pressed the button, the toy came to life. Well it was definitely charged. You tried to hide the excited expression on your face. 

You rushed back to the bed and moved closer to the edge, the men followed your lead and you waited for them to continue what they were doing earlier. Once they caught on, you just enjoyed the touching. Their skin felt a little different than yours, softer.

The warmth from them while sitting in the cold room felt wonderful. You allowed them to bring your body back to a state of relaxation then you slowly pushed the toy inside of you. You noticed they stopped for a moment to watch. 

You moaned at the sudden fullness of the toy. You felt the girth of the head of it deep inside you. You took a deep breath trying to prepare for what was going to happen next. You pressed the button to turn on the toy and jumped at the sudden sensation of intense pleasure being brought to your arching cunt. You tensed against all of them and they held you still, encouraging you to take it, to endure it. 

You adjusted the toy to a more comfortable angle. The one to your left moved his hand above yours. 

“I’ll hold in place”, he told you in a low tone. 

You let go immediately and squeezed the thighs on the one behind you. The one on your right focused on your breast. They fascinated him. The way they bounced as you moved against the toy. The way you yelled out in pleasure as he ran his ridged tongue against the hardest part. He put his warm hand on the other one and massaged it softly. 

You were getting close and fast. You could feel the tightness building in your lower abdomen. The one controlling the toy watched as your moans became more erratic. They knew what this meant. They all continue to please you the best way they could. They used your movements and the noises you were making as guidance. 

You huffed and moaned until you couldn’t feel it. You were about to cum so hard. They all slowed their movements at the exact moment you started cumming. The sudden change caused you to scream in pleasure and they all gently made you cum the hardest you ever came in your life.

They didn’t stop, they just slowed down. They rubbed, licked, kissed you all over. You started whimpering and tried to back away from the toy out of instinct. 

As if completely in tune with you and your body still, the one on the left turned off the toy and slowly removed it from you. You gasped at the sudden emptiness you felt. You felt disappointment, but also relieved. You were going to need a break after such an extreme orgasm. 

You slouched against the alien behind you, completely relaxed and satisfied. You took a few deep breaths. When you finally opened your eyes you saw all of them looking at you. You moved to look at all of them and smiled.

“Good?”, the alien on the right asked. 

“Amazing”, you laughed out as you took another breath. 

“What do you require now?”, the one behind you asked. 

Your head jerked up, unsure of what exactly he was asking. 

“Ooh, um, I mean I would love a shower but I can handle that myself…”, you started.

“Nonsense”, the lefty alien said and stood leaving the room. 

He returned and all the men helped you to the bathing area. You saw there was a tray of numerous shower supplies. You took advantage of the shower and took your time. Once you finished you walked back to your room. All three men sat at the edge of the bed and stood when you walked in. 

“What is happening now..?”, you asked cautiously, “Are we all sleeping together tonight?”, you joked. 

“Is that not what males from your planet do after pleasing a female?”, one asked after clearing his throat. 

You smiled and was actually grateful you were abducted by aliens. 

The soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You shifted slightly under the covers, wincing as the pain in your shoulders reminded you of your illness that had confined you to bed. You felt so weak and such a burden on your friend and her familiars. Nanami has tried to reassure you over and over again that you were welcomed in the shrine. 

She said it was the best place to recover from such an illness. The doctor had assured you that rest was crucial for recovery, but being immobile had left you restless and yearning for some sense of purpose. You couldn’t help clean around the shrine, you could barely walk some days. The longest you walked in a week was to the back porch to sit and get some fresh air. 

That's when you decided to knit a scarf for Jiro. You wanted to incorporate your feelings for him into the wool so he could have a piece of you with him whenever he wanted. He had given you so much since you first met. But the best gift he has ever given you was feeling safe.

He made a promise to you to always keep you safe, even if he could not be there, he made arrangements with Kurama or Nanami. You rearranged your pillows and sat up in bed. You grabbed the basket of wool and started knitting Jiro’s scarf. 

The repetitive motion of the needles and the soft wool slipping through your fingers were soothing, and you imagined the look of surprise on his face when he received it. As you knitted, your thoughts often wandered to the times Jiro had visited you, his presence a comforting balm during your convalescence. 

You recalled the memory of walking into the shrine after a rough day and seeing a big bouquet of flowers waiting for you. He had picked so many flowers coming down the mountain for his visit. Knowing how much you love flowers, he made a beautiful decoration for you. You remembered how wonderful your room smelt. You looked over at the few flowers you have dried and saved in a jar and smiled to yourself. 

One afternoon, as you finished tying off the last stitch, you heard a familiar knock at the door. Jiro stepped into the room, his warm smile instantly brightening your day. You held out the scarf, your cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and shyness.

"I made this for you", you said softly, watching as Jiro's eyes widened in surprise.

He took the knitted gift from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours. 

"It’s beautiful", he murmured, draping the scarf around his neck. "Thank you".

"I'm glad you like it", you smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. 

As Jiro left that evening, he took a piece of you with him quite literally, as the scarf carried your scent, a comforting reminder of your presence. Back at his home in the mountains, he found himself unable to get you out of his mind. The scent of the scarf, filling his thoughts with memories of your smile, your laughter, and you just wanting to make him something despite your illness.

He hated seeing you that way, hated that he couldn’t stay by yourself at all times, and hated himself that he could not give you the proper help you needed. He thought about the first time he flew you to a high tree branch.

You both sat there looking up at the stars, and down at the gorgeous scenery of the mountain side. He remembered watching you. You seemed nervous, but at ease at the same time. Your eyes sparkled and your smile made his heart race. Seeing you happy made him happy. 

His own happiness didn’t matter to him, because without you, there was no happiness. He repeated that in his mind. He thought about it. If he couldn’t find a cure for your illness, he could lose you. A thought he had tried to push down for awhile now. He felt sick to his stomach for a moment. A life without you was not a life worth living. 

Determined to help you, Jiro made the decision to bring you back to the mountains. He knew of a healer who might be able to speed up your recovery, and he couldn't bear the thought of you suffering alone. He made the arrangements to come and fetch the following day.

 The next morning, he returned to your side, surprising you and everyone else at the shrine. There was a look of resolve in his eyes.

"Pack your things", he said gently, "I'm taking you to a healer in the mountains. You'll recover faster there, and I'll be there to help you every step of the way".

Surprised but touched by his sudden determination, you nodded and began to gather your belongings. The shrine spirits gently moved and passed along various clothing to help you. As sick as you were, you still were stubborn and independent.

Nanami checked everything over, made sure you had everything you needed or may need on your trip. Tomoe and Mizuki took your bags to the night fog carriage so you could say goodbye in peace. 

You and Nanami stood there hugging for some time. Jiro stood outside the door, waiting patiently. The shrine had become your home and safe haven. You lived with not only friends, but spiritual beings helping you when he couldn’t. He knew that saying goodbye was going to be difficult, even if it was just temporary. Who knew how long it would take you to heal?

You thanked Nanami profusely for all her help. You promised her as soon as you were able, you would help tend to the shrine again. 

“You getting better would be all the thanks I would need”, Nanami said, smiling that adorable smile at you.

You hugged her tight and allowed a few tears to fall out. This was only temporary. You were going to get better and you were going to have Jiro by your side. You made a mental note to invite the shrine’s household to the mountains to celebrate your recovery and repay them for their kindness. 

You heard a floorboard creak as Jiro turned to look into the room. He looked at you and smiled. His concern and care warmed your heart, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face anything.

When you were finished saying your goodbyes, Jiro carried you bridal style to the carriage. He knew he could fly you there faster, but he knew the carriage would provide more comfort. He sat against the wall, while you laid across his chest. He pulled his wings over both of you and held you close to him. Tomoe told his will-o-wisps to escort the carriage, then you were off. You adjusted to the shift with ease. 

As you set off for the mountains together, you felt a renewed sense of hope. With Jiro's support and the healer's expertise, you were confident that your recovery would be swift and complete. And through it all, the bond between you and Jiro would only grow stronger, woven together like the threads of the scarf you had knitted with such care.

You sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the silence of the house pressing down on you. Your husband had been missing for two days now. Worry gnawed at your insides. 

Yes, your marriage had been strained for years. The arugments and fights slowly got worse. You softly press a warm washcloth over your most recent black eye. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. Although your husband wasn’t a nice man to be around, you would never wish for something like this. 

You knew you couldn’t stay with him much longer if he wasn’t going to change his ways, but there was another way to deal with a failed marriage. The police had no leads and your friends’ reassurance felt fake. No one seemed to be concerned for his safety and you started to question if you shouldn’t be as well. 

On the second night of your husband missing you were startled awake when you could have sworn you heard someone yelling. You laid in bed waiting to hear it again. After a few minutes of silence, you began to question if you even heard a sound at all.

You calmed yourself down by telling yourself you must have dreamed it. You forced yourself to get some sleep. Something told you that you were going to need all your strength for tomorrow. 

On the morning of the third day of your husband going missing. You dreaded the upcoming day. The sun shone through the sheer curtains and warmed your skin. It was a nice sunny day, a happy kind of day. 

You forced the anxiety down and made your way into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. You took a few sips, letting the caffeine settle into your body when you heard the front door creak open. Your heart sank and then leapt in your chest when you saw your husband step through the threshold and inside your modest shared home. 

He looked disheveled but unharmed. Relief washed over you. You ran straight into his arms without thinking. The moment you made contact with the man before you, you knew something was different. 

He held you like he needed to feel you against him. The eyes that were once cold and distant, now held a warmth you hadn’t seen in years. 

“My darling, I’m so sorry”, he said with a voice that was soft and sincere. 

He pulled you into an embrace. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. You didn’t know what happened, but at that moment, you were just happy your husband was home. You allowed him to hold you. 

The next few days were filled with him talking to the police, explaining to friends and family where he’d been, and making arrangements to take off work for a little while. The story he told everyone made enough sense. 

He told you and everyone he felt stressed from life and instead of having a breakdown, he decided to take a walk into the woods in the backyard. He just seemed to have zoned out while walking and before he knew it, he was lost. After days of wandering, he did some soul searching. He made a deal with himself that if he survived, he would be a better man. After he calmed down, he said he was able to make sense of where he was at and made his way home. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if the scream you may have heard the other night was him or not. You didn’t dwell on it too much, your husband was back and was being nicer. Even if he went back to his old ways, at least you could enjoy the change for a time. 

Days turned into weeks, and your husband continued to surprise you. He was attentive, kind, and even just warmer to be around. He helped clean up around the house, listened to you about your day, and even started cooking dinner most nights. It was as if he became the husband you always dreamed of. 

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

You began to notice small changes. His favorite dish was now different, he no longer snored at night, and he seemed to have forgotten certain details about special events. Nothing major, just minor differences that only a partner might notice. 

As your suspicions grew, you realized that you had no one you could confide in. You spent the next month researching what could possibly be going on. You were torn between just accepting what was and determined to find out the truth. Some nights you would try and test the man beside you, see how he would react to certain acts or sounds. He always made sure that it was what you wanted. Never asking for anything himself. 

Your husband seemed to catch on to what you were doing. Maybe you forgot to delete a search from the computer or left your phone out. 

It seemed he was trying to tell you something by the way he looked into your eyes sometimes. Something he couldn’t speak out loud. Sometimes, you could have sworn you saw something change about him from the corner of your eye. Of course, when you turned to look at him, he just gave you a charming smile.  

After another week or so, you couldn’t be sure at this point anymore, you became exhausted with your efforts. You stood in the hot shower just thinking. You were determined the man that has shared your bed recently was indeed not your husband. 

Would it really be so bad if this wasn’t my actual husband?  He acts like the man I’ve always wanted…. Can I even trust him? I’ve only ever felt safe around him… Am I actually entertaining this? Do I even want to? What choice do I have?

You made your decision. You were going to confront the man. And if this actually was your husband and you just went crazy from stress, you could live with that. Either way, you would have your answer. That night, your husband walked in from getting dinner. You sat in the living room waiting for him. The moment he walked into the room, you wasted no time. 

“Who are you?”, you calmly demanded. 

There was silence for a few moments. The man that stood before you looked at you as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. Seeing you weren’t kidding, he quickly thought about his response. He looked at you with warm, somehow unfamiliar eyes. 

“I'm the man who loves you, my darling”.

There it was. You got your answer. A vague answer. You had to make another choice. A million thoughts rushed through your mind at once. Your body on full alert. You ultimately decided to embrace this version of your husband. The one who made you feel cherished and valued. You buried your doubts right there and focused on the happiness you found yourself experiencing. 

You never spoke of your suspicions again. Choosing instead to live in the present. You found peace in the arms of the one who had once seemed to be a stranger. 

His nickname for you is ‘treasure’ because you are something as precious and as a rare treasure and he treats you as such

I think acts of service and quality time are his love languages

If he leaves the ship without you, he will always bring back a small trinket. Might be a pretty rock off the beach, hand picked flowers, or a little sweet treat from a local shop

Whitebeard is a total flirt. He will flirt with you then let out that big laugh of his, and you welcome it

When there is a storm, he will take you below deck before the winds turn violent and hold you to make you feel more safe. His large hands and steady heartbeat soothe you

Whitebeard definitely loves quiet moments. When things are calm, you both just sit on the deck admiring the scenery

You have a special hammock set up beside his big chair, during your quiet moments, he will hold your hand in silence. You two just exist together, and that’s enough

Made it a rule that everyone aboard all sit down and eat dinner as a family once a week. A small moment of peace to remind him and his family to stay grateful

He doesn’t really love out loud, not one for grand declarations. He doesn’t need to be, you just know

You are the one who gives him haircuts. The small act of love feels like pampering to him

He’s a very honest man. He would lie to you only to hide a surprise from you

He trusts you to get out of rough situations. He wouldn’t underestimate you, but he never stops worrying either

He would gently scold you if you were too dangerous

Sometimes on a peaceful night, he will take you to to the deck to drink wine together under the stars telling stories about past travels

He has stayed awake some nights and watched how peacefully you sleep next to him

He’ll sometimes look at you like you are something he can’t quite believe is real

He has a habit of touching you just to know you’re there, reminding him what you two have is real

He will sometimes softly watch you while you cook or tend to the ship

He’s a big softy that if the crew wanted to stop somewhere, you could easily convince him with just a smile. The crew teases him, and he pretends to mind

Will literally send men flying if they bother you in any way. You are part of his heart and family, and he always protects what is his

Whitebeard is a very generous lover

He is a foreplay king. He will not do anything until you are dripping wet

He adores going down on you. After some time, he can no longer do things we used to, but he still loves tasting you

Given his massive size, he makes sure he is gentle

Sex with Whitebeard is intense, even during love making

He loves having you ride him, letting you have control

He has a praise kink, he loves to give and receive it

The stamina on his man will leave you a complete mess afterwards

The aftercare would be absolutely amazing