MsThunderFrost
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The cumulonimbus of That Good AngstTM.
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The cumulonimbus of That Good AngstTM.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MsThunderFrost
you’d just done from view.
And then, he was gone—their village’s dues in his pocket, his half-finished drink still on the bar. And you still had no earthly clue how you’d gotten here.
...But one thing was for sure. You couldn’t wait to do it again.
And then, he was gone—their village’s dues in his pocket, his half-finished drink still on the bar. And you still had no earthly clue how you’d gotten here.
...But one thing was for sure. You couldn’t wait to do it again.
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
you’d just done from view.
And then, he was gone—their village’s dues in his pocket, his half-finished drink still on the bar. And you still had no earthly clue how you’d gotten here.
...But one thing was for sure. You couldn’t wait to do it again.
And then, he was gone—their village’s dues in his pocket, his half-finished drink still on the bar. And you still had no earthly clue how you’d gotten here.
...But one thing was for sure. You couldn’t wait to do it again.
“Chew!” His name was a scream and a sigh, an anchor as your orgasm tried to pull you adrift at sea. He worked you through it, just to the brink of overstimulation, then backed off. His lips glistened with your spend as he brusquely adjusted your skirts, hiding the evidence of what
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
“Chew!” His name was a scream and a sigh, an anchor as your orgasm tried to pull you adrift at sea. He worked you through it, just to the brink of overstimulation, then backed off. His lips glistened with your spend as he brusquely adjusted your skirts, hiding the evidence of what
The hands that gripped your hips remained almost painfully tight, but the thumbs rubbed gentle circles above your hip bones that were oddly... soothing.
Like you were precious to him, and he understood that it was his hands, his presence, that was the only thing keeping you from flying apart.
Like you were precious to him, and he understood that it was his hands, his presence, that was the only thing keeping you from flying apart.
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
The hands that gripped your hips remained almost painfully tight, but the thumbs rubbed gentle circles above your hip bones that were oddly... soothing.
Like you were precious to him, and he understood that it was his hands, his presence, that was the only thing keeping you from flying apart.
Like you were precious to him, and he understood that it was his hands, his presence, that was the only thing keeping you from flying apart.
throbbed, warmth building behind your clit, in your pelvis, in the base of your stomach. That sinful tongue began moving, fucking into you with single-minded focus, more of those deliciously content sounds moving through you like a boat cutting through water.
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throbbed, warmth building behind your clit, in your pelvis, in the base of your stomach. That sinful tongue began moving, fucking into you with single-minded focus, more of those deliciously content sounds moving through you like a boat cutting through water.
And then, his tongue was there, gently teasing at your entrance, dipping a toe in the metaphorical water. You made a high-pitched, incredibly embarrassing sound that you would deny on pain of death, nails scraping along his scalp... and then he was inside, warm and wet and so, so slick...
Your cunt
Your cunt
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
And then, his tongue was there, gently teasing at your entrance, dipping a toe in the metaphorical water. You made a high-pitched, incredibly embarrassing sound that you would deny on pain of death, nails scraping along his scalp... and then he was inside, warm and wet and so, so slick...
Your cunt
Your cunt
Your hands found his hair and tugged gently, not so much pressing down on his head as holding him in place—as if you honestly thought he’d move. He hummed, and the sound ricocheted through you like a gunshot, resonating deep in your bones.
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Your hands found his hair and tugged gently, not so much pressing down on his head as holding him in place—as if you honestly thought he’d move. He hummed, and the sound ricocheted through you like a gunshot, resonating deep in your bones.
clit between his lips, rolling it gently. His hands pressed your hips down, holding you steady, leaving you nowhere to run from his onslaught.
Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of his lips, of his saliva and your juices, echoing off of the walls.
Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of his lips, of his saliva and your juices, echoing off of the walls.
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clit between his lips, rolling it gently. His hands pressed your hips down, holding you steady, leaving you nowhere to run from his onslaught.
Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of his lips, of his saliva and your juices, echoing off of the walls.
Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of his lips, of his saliva and your juices, echoing off of the walls.
for the rest of the afternoon.
And you’d forgive him, each and every fucking time—and hate yourself a little bit for it later, when the fog of pleasure finally cleared your brain.
“C-Chew...” You arched your back, your breath coming in quick, rapid-fire bursts as he drew your
And you’d forgive him, each and every fucking time—and hate yourself a little bit for it later, when the fog of pleasure finally cleared your brain.
“C-Chew...” You arched your back, your breath coming in quick, rapid-fire bursts as he drew your
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
for the rest of the afternoon.
And you’d forgive him, each and every fucking time—and hate yourself a little bit for it later, when the fog of pleasure finally cleared your brain.
“C-Chew...” You arched your back, your breath coming in quick, rapid-fire bursts as he drew your
And you’d forgive him, each and every fucking time—and hate yourself a little bit for it later, when the fog of pleasure finally cleared your brain.
“C-Chew...” You arched your back, your breath coming in quick, rapid-fire bursts as he drew your
suckling at your cunt until the skin was puffy and swollen and so, so sensitive, the flick of his tongue against your clit would have you screaming. You wouldn’t be able to sit right for the rest of the afternoon. You’d walk, thighs pressed together, chasing aftershocks of pleasure
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
suckling at your cunt until the skin was puffy and swollen and so, so sensitive, the flick of his tongue against your clit would have you screaming. You wouldn’t be able to sit right for the rest of the afternoon. You’d walk, thighs pressed together, chasing aftershocks of pleasure
back. Something that would get the old man’s bar razed to the ground, or worse. Everyone had heard about what’d happened in Cocoyashi Village, to that poor woman who couldn’t pay the fee for herself and her daughters...
He apologized for all of the horrible things he’d say and do with his mouth,
He apologized for all of the horrible things he’d say and do with his mouth,
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back. Something that would get the old man’s bar razed to the ground, or worse. Everyone had heard about what’d happened in Cocoyashi Village, to that poor woman who couldn’t pay the fee for herself and her daughters...
He apologized for all of the horrible things he’d say and do with his mouth,
He apologized for all of the horrible things he’d say and do with his mouth,
for you to realize that Chew was just... bad with people. Terrible, really. He didn’t know how to talk to you without dehumanizing you, and you’d stopped trying to talk to him, for fear that one of these times, he was going to hit the exact wrong chord and you would say something you couldn’t take
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for you to realize that Chew was just... bad with people. Terrible, really. He didn’t know how to talk to you without dehumanizing you, and you’d stopped trying to talk to him, for fear that one of these times, he was going to hit the exact wrong chord and you would say something you couldn’t take
in the back room, bent double over an unopened wine barrel, he’d made you taste color.
So no, you two didn’t really talk. He called you names (far worse than wench), treated you like a servant, and generally made your life hell once every four to five weeks. It took longer than you cared to admit
So no, you two didn’t really talk. He called you names (far worse than wench), treated you like a servant, and generally made your life hell once every four to five weeks. It took longer than you cared to admit
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
in the back room, bent double over an unopened wine barrel, he’d made you taste color.
So no, you two didn’t really talk. He called you names (far worse than wench), treated you like a servant, and generally made your life hell once every four to five weeks. It took longer than you cared to admit
So no, you two didn’t really talk. He called you names (far worse than wench), treated you like a servant, and generally made your life hell once every four to five weeks. It took longer than you cared to admit
seemed to be in a perpetually bad mood. The kind that usually proceeded a no-holds-barred bar fight that ended with at least one person unconscious—or dead.
“Wench—” the first time he’d called you that, waving his tankard in the air while he snapped his fingers, had you seeing red. Two drinks later
“Wench—” the first time he’d called you that, waving his tankard in the air while he snapped his fingers, had you seeing red. Two drinks later
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
seemed to be in a perpetually bad mood. The kind that usually proceeded a no-holds-barred bar fight that ended with at least one person unconscious—or dead.
“Wench—” the first time he’d called you that, waving his tankard in the air while he snapped his fingers, had you seeing red. Two drinks later
“Wench—” the first time he’d called you that, waving his tankard in the air while he snapped his fingers, had you seeing red. Two drinks later
Chew was a drinker. Where Kuroobi would pop his head into the bar, but never actually partake of anything served there, Chew would show up with a half-empty bottle in hand. He drank like a fish, which... you supposed was actually rather fitting, and
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Chew was a drinker. Where Kuroobi would pop his head into the bar, but never actually partake of anything served there, Chew would show up with a half-empty bottle in hand. He drank like a fish, which... you supposed was actually rather fitting, and
himself to a strict standard of discipline that felt weirdly... safe? He was a violent man, yes, but he didn’t believe in violence for the sake of violence. So long as their village played by Arlong’s rules, they had nothing to fear from him.
And then Chew took over, and things got... interesting.
And then Chew took over, and things got... interesting.
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himself to a strict standard of discipline that felt weirdly... safe? He was a violent man, yes, but he didn’t believe in violence for the sake of violence. So long as their village played by Arlong’s rules, they had nothing to fear from him.
And then Chew took over, and things got... interesting.
And then Chew took over, and things got... interesting.
fee (which had still cost you your entire life savings) on the condition that you, specifically, served his men each time they came to collect your villages dues.
The first few times, he’d sent Kuroobi. Which was... fine. He wasn’t as intimidating as Arlong himself, and held
The first few times, he’d sent Kuroobi. Which was... fine. He wasn’t as intimidating as Arlong himself, and held
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
fee (which had still cost you your entire life savings) on the condition that you, specifically, served his men each time they came to collect your villages dues.
The first few times, he’d sent Kuroobi. Which was... fine. He wasn’t as intimidating as Arlong himself, and held
The first few times, he’d sent Kuroobi. Which was... fine. He wasn’t as intimidating as Arlong himself, and held
Apparently, one of the wines you could barely pronounce was a favorite of the fishmen—which was one of the only reasons Arlong had left your little bar standing when he’d come storming through your village a little over a year ago. And he’d halved your
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Apparently, one of the wines you could barely pronounce was a favorite of the fishmen—which was one of the only reasons Arlong had left your little bar standing when he’d come storming through your village a little over a year ago. And he’d halved your
didn’t really talk. You worked as a waitress at one of the only bars on the Conomi Islands. The owner had been a pirate in another life, and still maintained connections across the Grand Line, allowing them to serve exotic alcohols from the islands there at cut-rate prices.
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didn’t really talk. You worked as a waitress at one of the only bars on the Conomi Islands. The owner had been a pirate in another life, and still maintained connections across the Grand Line, allowing them to serve exotic alcohols from the islands there at cut-rate prices.
with such magnificent intensity you were sure you were seconds away from just... popping clean out of your skin and transcending. There weren’t words to describe what it felt like—none that your fucked-out brain could manage to conjure, anyhow.
But then, the two of you
But then, the two of you
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with such magnificent intensity you were sure you were seconds away from just... popping clean out of your skin and transcending. There weren’t words to describe what it felt like—none that your fucked-out brain could manage to conjure, anyhow.
But then, the two of you
But then, the two of you
You didn’t understand it. You didn’t need to understand it. Not when he was using those oversized lips to make your cunt sing. His tongue hadn’t even touched you yet, and already, it felt like every inch of your body had been set aflame, your fucking cells vibrating
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
You didn’t understand it. You didn’t need to understand it. Not when he was using those oversized lips to make your cunt sing. His tongue hadn’t even touched you yet, and already, it felt like every inch of your body had been set aflame, your fucking cells vibrating
You couldn’t say for sure how it was you’d found yourself in this position.
Fishmen didn’t like humans. This was a universal truth, just like death and taxes. And yet, a man who wasn’t enjoying himself thoroughly didn’t make sounds of absolute contentment while they ate you out like a man starved.
Fishmen didn’t like humans. This was a universal truth, just like death and taxes. And yet, a man who wasn’t enjoying himself thoroughly didn’t make sounds of absolute contentment while they ate you out like a man starved.
October 3, 2025 at 7:09 AM
You couldn’t say for sure how it was you’d found yourself in this position.
Fishmen didn’t like humans. This was a universal truth, just like death and taxes. And yet, a man who wasn’t enjoying himself thoroughly didn’t make sounds of absolute contentment while they ate you out like a man starved.
Fishmen didn’t like humans. This was a universal truth, just like death and taxes. And yet, a man who wasn’t enjoying himself thoroughly didn’t make sounds of absolute contentment while they ate you out like a man starved.