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"Get your ass back over here!"

Warning: words✨

Feat:Sanji, Zoro, Killer, Buggy, Law

[Angry s/o]

Sanji

—"yes ma'am!" will immediately go back to his seat and he will start listening to you again. This man really knows when your are really mad. "I understand ma'am! No more looking, praising other girls"

Zoro

—"huh?" Will look at you the same way you look at him. "Your still not done?" But as soon as he felt your serious, he will just get his ass back to his seat and he will listen to your words. "Fine"

Killer

—"ok ma'am" he knows it when he really needs to listen. He will sit there for minutes listening to your complaints about things. And even tho you just had a fight, killer will comfort you after.

Buggy

—"No! I am the captain! You will listen to me!" But~ as soon as he sees you looking at him with that deadly eyes of yours "I am the captain! So I need to listen to my crews suggestions! Specially with my wife" he said nervously.

Law

—"What?!" He said as he look at you, but to his surprised you really are mad. "No! I am not gonna have this conversation with you" but he is going back to his seat. "I'll give you 10 minutes to say things" then you'll kill him with your words.

Blindfolds: Killer

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,300+

Themes: Killer x afab!reader, blindfold sex, penetrative sex, cream pie, biting, kissing, sucking, pre-established relationship, reader in a blindfold.

Notes: One fic a day for 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday - still going ahead! I'm a little bit behind, but slowly catching up!

Lips grazed over your neck, pressing a featherlight touch against your pulse to cause a hitch in your breath. In one swift motion, Killer’s lips parted and began sucking and abusing your neck, causing your back to arch in a perfect crescent. He pushed hard on your hips to pin you against the bed, thumbing circles into your hips while smiling into your neck.

“Killer…” you whine, wriggling against his firm hold while baring more of your neck for him to violate with his lips, “Killer, please-.”

“Please, what?” He chuckled against you, gently nipping your flesh and tugging at your skin with his teeth. “This is what you wanted, right?” You felt his smile against your neck, causing you to whine out in protest while needy for his touch.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” you admit with your voice catching in your throat as he pressed his bare crotch flush with your own. You felt Killer’s lips leave your neck, the only contact between you being his hips against yours, and hands dipping the pillow behind you.

Trapped beneath his hips, you felt every ounce of weight he pressed into you: from the dense muscle mass of his thighs, to the tickle of his lengthy mane-like hair brushing against your skin. Each element of contact was heightened by the fact one of your senses was taken away by a shroud covering your eyes.

“No, that's not what you said,” he corrected you, flicking at your chin with his uncovered forehead, “You want to repeat it, or shall I?”

In lieu of answering his question, your exhale was joined to a gasping whine as you felt his fingers slowly card through your folds between you. Teeth nipped at your jaw as he circled your clit. With which finger, you simply had no clue.

“Alright, I will,” he teased you as you felt him line up the tip of his cock with your quivering pearl. Gently rocking his hips and grinding his shaft against your glistening cunt up to your belly, he whispered huskily in your ear.

“You said you wanted to feel my lips on your skin while we fucked, didn't you?” His rocking increased, his thick cock rubbing precum on your stomach each time he thrust his hips forward. “You said you wanted my tongue gliding on your body while I rut into you, right?” He stopped, sandwiching his cock between your stomach with his balls pressed against your slit and clit.

“You said you wanted my teeth sinking into your flesh while I made you scream my name in ecstasy.”

His voice, unmarred by his mask, caused your entire body to erupt in puckered goose-flesh. Each follicle on your skin pricked up, your nipples immediately pebbling while your cunt twitched, needily clenching around an absence while you gulped in air. He chuckled into your neck, which only aided in making you whine higher.

“Those were your words, weren't they? You like hearing my voice without my mask, don't you?” Killer purred huskily into your neck. You had no choice but to nod with your lips parted and panting for him. “Good. I like talking to you, too.”

He moved his hips once more, this time holding them away from you while he gently slotted his swollen tip between your legs. You felt so small while beneath his frame. He always seemed to dwarf you underneath him, especially as he moved his thighs to fall between your own: hooking your knees over his hips and gently rocking to inch his cockhead inside you.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, finally feeling your ring of muscle taking the ridge of his tip within. “Fuck, you're sucking me in really hard,” he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to your eyelid where the material shrouded your vision, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”

“Only for you,” you whimpered, attempting to lace your ankles behind his back to urge him in deeper. “More, please.” You drew your arms beneath his and clawed at his shoulder blades to draw him down to meet you.

“So needy,” he growled playfully, allowing you to pull him along towards you. With a flex in his shoulders, his chest meeted yours while his cock immediately slipped to sheathe itself entirely with your core.

Your walls stretch and clench around him, prompting a rough grunt to rip from Killer’s throat. After testing your adjustment by wriggling his hips, he immediately set a harsh and bruising pace of hips slapping against yours. Each time he thrust in, his crotch slammed into your clit and caused you to cry out in bliss.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned into your neck. Panting and rolling his hips to hit that point in your body that makes you curl against him, he couldn't help but tug at your skin with his lips.

“You say that every time,” you whine, bucking up to match his thrusts.

“I mean it every time,” he laughed, leaning up and pressing his lips to your cheek while keeping his cock buried within you, “I'm not complaining, baby. You're made for me.” Shallowly thrusting, cock twitching and throbbing, you felt him getting closer to his release with each motion.

Everything felt without filter: your body experiencing every touch, every throb, every twitch your lover drove into you. Soft sparks of lust began to simmer in the creases behind your shrouded eyes. With your toes tingling and heart hammering, you felt the first waves of bliss pool in your belly and cause you to whimper for him.

The crude squelches of skin meeting skin clapped with a harder intensity the more in time your cunt fluttered and clamped around his shaft. Killer's breath against your skin came out in unfiltered huffs, every exhale presenting from him; singing soft praises of your name marrying with ‘so good’ and low groans.

“Gonna cum,” he warned you, his hips growing staggered and sloppy, “Cum with me, baby. I can feel how close you are.” His lips parted and circled your pulse, the drag of his porcelain teeth gently tugging at your neck while he bottomed out.

“Kil-!” you whined, tensing up around him and holding him as closely as you could. The tightness in your stomach split and erupted, your entire body alight in sparks of ecstasy. “Cumming, Killer-! F-fuck-!!”

As your pussy fluttered and choked him, his cock immediately released heavy ropes of cum deep within your pussy. His thrusts grew manic as he gently sucked your neck while muffling his moans against your rapid-beating pulse.

Your cries for him felt fresher without the muffle of his helm donned over his scalp. His icy eyes never left the way your lips quivered out your wanton moans. He was obsessed with seeing your bliss, no longer bound by the ports decorating his facial shield.

As you both rode through your highs, Killer collapsed onto you and winded you with his weight. His hands flew down to circle your thighs and helped you release your ankles from their tight lock behind him.

With each motion he made with you, his eyes never left your face. Drinking in every inch of your expression without the cover over his head felt like its own little blessing. The one thing he truly wanted to witness was your eyes on his features, but, unfortunately, he still felt too self-conscious to share it with you.

“Kil?” you softly whisper to him, moving your chin to seek out his face with your own. “Are you sure I can't see your face yet? You're currently balls deep inside me, and I'm literally filled with your cum. You certain you don't want me to see you?” He chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Baby steps, love,” he assured you, drawing his lips above yours and gently kissing them. “Soon, I promise.”

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MARINE HUNTER 08

I'm starting a collection

zosan for a friend’s birthday

How One Piece men use your panties & what they do when they get caught

ZORO, SANJI, ACE, and LAW (✿˘ω˘)˘ε˘˶ ) (+ written descriptions of what they'd do with afab reader!)

WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Zoro has your panties wrapped around his cock as he touches himself. His hand is furiously moving up and down while precum seeps out of his tip and saturates the fabric. He’s lying on his bed, with his thick and hairy thighs spread wide, his happy trail leading down towards his massive cock, and his head thrown back in ecstasy. While one hand pleasures himself with your panties, the other hand wanders across his chest, feeling his muscles, imagining that your hands are running over his abs and his nipples, gripping his arms. In an attempt to stifle his groans of pleasure, Zoro bites his lip painfully hard, almost drawing blood. His body tenses in response to the waves of pleasure coursing through him, his thighs spread and twitching, and he lets out muffled sounds of pleasure from deep in his chest. While he fucks your panties, he thinks about fingering you under them, his digits roaming in your glistening pussy, making you writhe in pleasure and moan his name. He would messily suck your juices off his fingers and then kiss you, so you could taste it too. He imagines you riding him, tits bouncing in his face, telling him how good he feels inside of you. He’d paint your walls with white, shooting his cum inside of you with one last satisfied groan.

When you catch Zoro fisting his own cock with your panties he practically jumps out of his bed in surprise. His face is instantly crimson from blush, a look of shock plastered across his eyes and bright red cheeks. He’s wildly flustered, but his cock starts aching already from the seconds of inattention. As he looks up at you through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, he tells you to “Come here.” You proceed to do exactly as he imagined—he pulls you on top of him and has you ride him until you cum on his dick. He’d grunt and breathe into your ear, saying: “Feels so good baby” and “take it all for me, just like that.”

Sanji has your panties in his mouth while he humps his bed. As he sucks your sweet taste off your underwear, he imagines that he’s eating you out, slurping your dripping wetness from your core, pressing on your sensitive spot over and over again, making your toes curl in pleasure. He wants your hands tangled through his hair, pulling him closer so hard it hurts. He wants to eat you out so good that your thighs clamp shut on his head. Rutting his hips into his blankets and humping his bed builds up friction that makes his cock feel hot and frenzied. Sanji starts groaning your name through the fabric barrier of your panties, precum oozing onto his sheets and leaving a stain. He’s sucking and licking so hard at the fabric that he’s starting to drool. The dirty clacking noises of Sanji fisting his slippery cock echo in his room.

Sanji could eat your pussy for hours and has done it in the past, so he is in no rush as he touches himself to that mental image. He likes to edge his cock, getting worked up until he’s letting out pathetic sounds, looking like an animal in heat, his body flush with his sheets and cock rubbing again and again on the fabric. He likes how it feels as the bed rubs his tip and shaft; it feels so good that the damp stain on his covers grows. He imagines you calling him names and gets off at the thought of each one—he’s partial to “good boy,” “baby,” “sweetie,” and, best of all, his own name cloaked in tones of desperation and love.

When you walk in on Sanji who has your panties balled up in his mouth and his hips humping pathetically into his covers, he looks at you and starts whining. Sanji puts on a show for you, locking eyes and squirming. His gaze is murky with desire and need, his cheeks are pink just like his tip. The pace of Sanji’s hand around his cock quickens as you watch, and his hips buck faster, craving friction. Thinking about your pussy dripping wet from his tongue makes him feel so good. Sanji will fist and grind himself to completion while you watch, getting off on the idea that you’re seeing him shake with pleasure in the most embarrassing position—even better if you touch yourself during it.

Ace holds your panties and sniffs them while he gets off. He literally huffs on them and even one sniff is enough to get him rock hard. It’s like he’s getting high off the scent of your sweet juices. As Ace strokes his cock at a measured pace, he lets out puffs of air that slowly turn into body-wracking moans. He adjusts the hand stroking himself ever so slightly. It feels just right as he milks the precum out of his cock, pretending that your lips are wrapped around his shaft. He imagines fucking your mouth, seeing your eyes tear up from the effort as you deep throat him, with his dick bulging out of your cheek. He wants to push your head up and down, to claim your mouth however he wants. Ace starts moving his hand faster when he thinks of the noises you’d make gagging and slobbering on him, and what you’d look like down on your knees. He imagines your eyes pleading at him, begging him for his cum, ready to swallow every last drop. You would hum onto his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip. As he gets more worked up, he takes deeper breaths of your panties and shudders with pleasure at the thought of your bare pussy. When you suck his cock, he would call you sweet names like “sugar” and “baby,” then he’d fuck you afterwards until your eyes roll back in your head.

When you walk in on Ace with your panties braced around his nose, he looks at you with animalistic desire. He lets out one deep, long moan before peeling your panties from his face. He doesn’t stop stroking himself when he looks at you and he entreats you with his honeyed voice to come over and glide your wet cunt over his throbbing dick. “Come sit on my cock baby, I need you.” You proceed to climb on top of him and slide him inside of you, bouncing on his cock until you cream. He’d fuck you through your orgasm and cum wherever he fancies.

(this one is a little more angsty)

Law has your panties wrapped around his cock, too. But instead of stroking himself vigorously, his fist languidly passes up and down his length. He lets out soft puffs of breath, starting to pant as he teases himself. He’s sitting up and leaning on the wall with his head thrown back and his jaw clenched. His shirt is pulled up slightly, exposing his abs and thick happy trail, which he intermittently passes a hand over. The extra sensation feels magical in combination with your soft panties, which he twists and glides over his tip so it feels just right. The fabric is already soaked with precum and it feels great on his cock. Law is feral for you. He has a callous impulse to fuck you into oblivion, to spank you, choke you, pull your hair and spit in your mouth—and he knows that you like it. And while Law obviously has a proclivity towards dominance, and he loves throwing you around, underneath that is a true soft spot for you. In reality, Law feels lucky that you value and trust him enough to be vulnerable with him. He wants more than anything to know every inch of your body inside and out, to feel close to you and recognized by you. Thus, he balances these two things at once—his carnal desire, and the precious way he cherishes you. And you know this anytime you look into his eyes. So, while he fucks your panties he imagines these things at the same time. He wants to feel close to you while he pulls your hair, he wants you to know that he needs you while he spanks in doggy style so hard that you yelp, he wants you to know that he is yours and you are his when he marks you with his cum and spit.

When you catch Law leisurely stroking his cock with your panties, his core lights on fire. His eyes are riveted onto yours, intense and passionate. He growls at you and demands that you “Get over here and do it yourself.” His voice is gravelly, burning and hungry. You stroke his dick with your panties for a moment, eliciting a series of moans and even whimpers, and then start bouncing on his cock. Law finds the perfect pace to satisfy you. You’re dripping wet before you know it and his cock is huge and slippery, gliding in and out of your folds, sending ripples of euphoria through your center. He drags his cock over your hot and gooey spot so many times that you start to lose your mind. The squelching, nasty sounds echo in the room and you reach for the dark and coarse hair at the nape of his neck, twirling your fingers in it as you get closer and closer to orgasm. While you moan his name, he asks you, “Does that feel good?” and “Do you like fucking my cock?” Law makes sure that you cum first.

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that's all for now!! i hope you liked it <3 sorry ive been going ham spamming the TL, i'm ovulating so plz have patience w me LOL

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--Z

╰┈➤ The pleasure of being a women ~

paring: female!! trafalgar law x f! reader

summary: you come across a pleasant surprise. and can’t help but daydream of this new law. wanting to show law the joy and pleasure of being a woman. || word count: 2.5k+

warnings: bottom law!! , fingering, oral (law receiving) , nipple play, scissoring, dirty talk, cussing, multiple orgasms for law. 

a/n: I know this is very unrealistic but I’m thirsty for female law and I need to eat her up || not proof read,, please let me know if there’s any mistakes.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

“Law? What happened?! You’re a….you’re a woman!” You say and look at your boyfriend….well now girlfriend. And Law seemed pissed off as per usual, making you shake your head and chuckle at the poor woman. But you couldn’t help but stare at her. You had to admit she did have a lovely body, beautiful curves. It made you think to yourself, and you couldn’t but daydream to yourself. And Law was pacing around her office and as she was rambling you weren’t pay much attention, making Law snap her fingers at you.

“Hey! Listen to me when I’m talking to you dipshit!.” She snapped at you, quickly snap out of your thoughts you look at her and smile innocently. “Why are you looking at me like that?? We need to find the person who turned me into a women!” She was ranting to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Aw come on, I think you look nice.” You stare and smirk and walk towards her and she snarls.

“Listen Y/N! I don’t have time for your crap! Are you going to help me or not?!” Making you nod, and she was about to turn around and walk off until you spoke up making her look at you. “What?!”

“I can help you. If you do something for me.” You say and Law rolls her eyes and gave in. “Fine! What do you want.”

Walking towards her and placing a hand on her shoulder and you couldn’t help but stare at her, she had the right curves and the prefect chest. “Y/N! Come on! Hey! No! I know that look!” She pleaded. “At a time like this?!”

Making you nod and bat your eyelashes innocently. “Come on, just look at you. You make me look plain.” You say and lean in and place a kiss on her soft cheek. “You have the prefect body…the prefect chest…prefect pretty little ass.” You began saying, dragging a finger along her arm. “Your prefect as a man and as a woman.” You say softly and you couldn’t help but look at Law, eyeing her chest and curves.

“Stop…stop this nonsense Y/N. Don’t say that about yourself. You’re prefect too!” She snaps at you and grabs your arm and held it tight. “You’re prefect Y/N..” She said softly, and let’s go of your arm.

You keep looking at her, batting your eyelashes. And she grumbled underneath her breath. “Fine! Go lock the door I might as well indulge into your fantasy.”

Making you gasp out and you quickly ran to the door and quickly locking it. And Law removed her blue coat off of her shoulders and letting fall the floor. And she seemed to be collecting all the papers around the desk and putting them away, along with her small. And as her desk was clear she patted on the desk.

“Sit.” She demanded, but you smile and walk towards her.

“No.”

“Excuse me? I said sit.” She demanded once again but you smile and shake your head and give her a slight push causing her legs to stubble on the desk. “Hey! What are you doing.”

“Who said you were going to be in charge? I wanna show you the pleasures of being a woman.”

And with a quick motion you picked her up by the ass and sat her down on the desk and lean in and locked lips with her before she could reply. She sighed into the kiss but gladly returned your affection. Closes her eyes as she enjoyed your lips. You couldn’t help but rub her sides making her stiffen up.

Licking her bottom lip, to which she gladly granted you permission. Opening her mouth, slowly your tongue made its way inside her mouth. Exploring her mouth, dragging your tongue along hers making her whimper between the kiss.

As the kiss was getting heated you couldn’t help but stand between her legs. Tracing your fingers along her chest, and Law couldn’t help but sit up straight as you guys were fighting over dominance between tongues. And soon after you pulled away from the kiss, and Law was a panting mess. Just by one kiss?!

“Aw look at how cute you are.” You tease and lean in once again, planting gentle kiss along her neck. And collar bone. Law couldn’t help but moan softly as she felt your lips against her neck. You were usually the bottom one. But it seems like the roles were reversed…as she sat there she seemed to be out of it. Her checks were a bright red, her breathing was heavy and what caught your attention was how her nipples were visible through the white shirt.

As you drag your tongue along her neck she lets out a deep breath. “God dammit Y/N…”

“Yeah that’s right…I wanna show you the pleasure of being a woman~”

You hand began to trail under her shirt, and trace little circles along her stomach and slowly they made their way up and without warning you pinched one of her nipples making her gasp out.

“Hey!”

“Aw I’m sorry about that dear.” You tease her, and move your fingers away. As you pull your fingers away you slowly started to tug on her shirt. “Come on I wanna those pretty little girls.”

She was blushing like crazy and she grumbled. “Fine…” She was a bit hesitant but slowly lifted her shirt over her head and threw to the side. And she sat there shirtless. She the prefect chest, and what really made everything was that tattoo. You couldn’t help but lick your lips and lean in and place kisses along her chest. Making her close her eyes and sigh softly.

Dragging your lips across her chest, you tongue seemed to trace the tattoo she had. Law couldn’t help but drag her hands along your hair. Sucking on the soft skin of her chest, and as you were toying with her, you slowly started to undo her belt and pants. She was getting the hint and helped you out. Lifting her butt off of the table and with that you began tugging her pants off.

Your lips brushed against her nipples making her arch your back. “Gahh…” She moans out softly.

“Ah, you seem to like that.” You tease and take in one of her nipples into your mouth and started to suck on it slightly. Occasionally biting it slightly. “After all, female nipples are far more sensitive than male ones.” You say, and couldn’t help but get excited at her moans. Swirling your tongue around her nipple before pulling away making her groan out. “Can’t leave the other girl out, can’t I?”

Before Law could speak you lean in and take in her other nipple into your mouth.

“Y/N…fuck…” She mumbled out. Biting her lower lip.

As she sat there on the desk completely naked you couldn’t help but spread her legs open. Teasing her inner thighs. “Hey! Wait a second!” She began saying before she was cut off with her sweet moans.

Your fingers made their way to sensitive clit. Rubbing it slowly. Before pulling away your mouth away from her nipple with a small POP.

“So wet already? Just by playing with your nipples?” You tease out, as you continue to rub her clit slowly you couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of her body.

“Y-Y/N…please..too much..” She moans softly slightly and covers her mouth to muffle out her moans. To which you stopped your movements making her whine out. “Why did you stop?!” She asked moving her hand away from her mouth.

“I wanna hear your pretty little voice, so don’t cover up.” You say, bringing up your finger to your mouth and began sucking on it slightly. “Just need to make sure my fingers are nice and wet for ya.” Winking at her.

“Now I wanna hear your pretty little moans.” You say, and spread her legs more and slowly started to tease her folds. “So wet…just for me?” Making her whimper and buckle her hips against your fingers. “And so needy too? Such a naughty girl.” You lean in and whisper against her ear, licking her earlobe. And slowly you started to tease her hole.

“I can’t wait to finger fuck you…to taste you.”

And you couldn’t wait anymore, slowly you entered one finger into her pussy causing her to moan loudly. “Y/N fuck…”

You could feel the heat grow between your legs hearing her moan underneath you. Causing you to smirk, licking your lips at the view. Never in a million years you thought you would be fingering Law.

You kept moving your fingers at a steady pace. “More…I can take it.”

Making you raise an eyebrow, smirking as she spoke. “Anything for you princess.”

And soon after one finger turned into two fingers. She clenched around your fingers making you groan. “So tight…god I might grab one of my toys and fuck you until your legs are shaking.” You moan out and she shook her head, moving your fingers at the prefect pace.

Law couldn’t help but throw her head back, moaning at your fingers. You moved them so perfectly. Moving them upwards and finding that prefect spot for her to get off on. You watched her facial expressions and honestly it was a huge turn on. They way her mouth hung open, moaning your name.

As you continued to finger her you lean in once again and took one her nipples into your mouth. Sucking on the sensitive little bud. You used a scissor technique to get her railed up, and it was working. You felt her walls tighten around and you picked up the pace.

“Be a dear and would you help me out?” You say and she quickly knew what you were talking about and slowly her hand made its way to her clit and began rubbing small circles around it. Until her moans began getting louder and until she finally reached her climax.

Panting like crazy she was red, and she whimpered at the feeling. Giving her few more thrusts before pulling away. Looking down at your fingers you couldn’t help but lick your fingers and slowly you bought them up to your mouth and licked your fingers clean.

“So good. Now I need to get it from the source.” You and drop to your knees.

“Hey! Wait please Y/N…..ah mm.” Law began saying but was quickly cut off.

You couldn’t help but dive in into her wet heat, dragging your tongue along her clit and folds. “So good, no wonder why you like being between my legs.” You giggle.

“Fuck…” Law breaths out, entangling her fingers in your hair pulling on it slightly. “Fuck…Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but shove your hand down your pants and rub your clit. Moaning between her legs.

Fingering yourself.

You made sure to put your wonderful tongue to work, hearing her moan brought you a new kind of excitement. You tongue keeps abusing her clit making her legs shake in bliss. Throwing her head back as she moans your name.

You couldn’t help but drag your tongue into her folds, enjoying the way she taste against your tongue. To the point you were tongue fucking her hole.

You noticed her moans have gotten louder which meant she was close. “Gah…I’m close please don’t stop..”

“Yes Dear..” You moan out and ate her out like there was no tomorrow. As if it was your last meal on earth…as if your life depended on it. Until she screamed out and reached her second orgasm for the night. Giving her a few more licks and kisses before pulling away and before pulling your hand out of her pants.

You stood up and she was panting, her legs were shaking from her orgasm and she was about speak up but you quickly silenced her with a kiss, shoving your tongue into her mouth. She could could taste herself and she instantly wrapped her legs around you waist and she began rocking her hips trying to get some kind of friction. Pulling away..

“Aw little slut can’t get enough of?” You tease and give both of her nipples a hard pinch making her gasp out.

“Yes I need more…please.”

Again…you never thought Law would have been capable to beg. And yet here you are living the wonderful moment.

Slowly you began to remove your clothes and throwing them to the side. Now both of you guys completely naked in each other’s eyes. Pinning her to the desk you made you way on top of her and positioned yourself between her legs.

“Such a good girl.” You moan out. “You did so good.”

Before lowering your wet pussy against hers. Both of you couldn’t help at the feeling. And you stood still for awhile trying to get ahold of yourself. Before slowly you began move your hips against hers. Both pussies rubbing against each other was the prefect friction for the both of you.

Holding one of her legs to get a better angle and you worked from there. Both clits rubbing against each other. Law moans underneath you, she hated the fact that you were making her so weak, Law was always the one in control and yet here you are.

As you move your hips getting that pleasure you’ve been craving for ever since you’ve shared a kiss with your girlfriend. You couldn’t help but moan softly.

“Shit…Law…” Panting softly.

Law licks her lips as she watches your boobs and the way they bounce so perfectly and she quickly grabs them and began toying with your nipples. “Just wait until I turn back into a man. I’m going to rail you against this desk until it breaks.” She hissed and groans as your movements. “I’m going to make you cry out my name, I’m going to break you.”

Causing you to whimper at her words and you continue with your movements until you felt your stomach to tighten up. “I’m close…”

“Yeah me too.” She hisses and moves her hips against yours.

And after what felt like hours you threw your back moaning as you reached total bliss and soon after Law reached her third orgasm for night.

You stood still for awhile until you moved away and sat on the desk and took a deep breath. And soon after Law joined you and was sitting next to you. You lean in to kiss her on the lips gently.

“I love you.” You say between the kiss.

She returned the kiss. “I love you too dumbass.” Before pulling away from the kiss. And you couldn’t help but look at her and bat your eyelashes. “What now?”

“You think we can find the person who did this you, and well have them turn me into a guy so I can fuck you?” You asked shyly.

Law couldn’t help but blush and scoff at your words. “As if!”

Making you pout and whimper.

“Come on. Let’s get going and find this person.” She said and stood up but didn’t realize how shaky her legs were and she fell onto the floor. Causing you to giggle. Watching her on the floor as she fell face first and had her ass in the air. Enjoying the view. And you got up and kneel down to get a closer look, licking your lips.

“Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that female orgasms are way more intense than male ones. And what you came what like three times. Yeah sorry buttercup you’re going to be like this for awhile.” You say, and rub her ass check and slowly you began to insert two fingers again into her pussy in this new position.

Earning a low growl from Law. “Just wait until I turn back to normal Y/N.” She hissed, face still on the floor.

“I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow..just you wait.”

|| tagging: @feral-artistry ,, @bby-deerling

╰➤ First Fight || One Piece - Part 2 !!

featuring: kid and law

summary: your first fight with your one piece boyfriends // here is part 1 !!

warnings: curse words, kid being kid, sorry but kid doesn’t get his happy ending oof, law saying sorry uwu

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Kid

Walking back to the Victoria Punk you couldn’t help but feel hurt by the way Kid treated you and he talked to you. If he could get very friendly with random woman in front of you, just imagine if he’s behind a closed door. Not wanting to think about that, you just walk into the ship and lock yourself in your guys shared bedroom. “Stupid Kid….why is he so mean….he doesn’t love me….why should I even stay with him. He’s nothing but a dirty pirate…”

Back at the bar, Kid couldn’t help but walk back to the bar. As if nothing happened, he wasn’t gonna let your insecurities and tears ruin his night. Making his way back to the woman he went back to talking to her, forgetting about you. “Sorry about that, just had a little problem. But I’m here babe.” He laughs, and wraps a arm around her. And this girl couldn’t help but giggle.

Hours passes by and the crew was getting rowdy with the amount of beer they’ve had. While Kid was getting more and more drunk by the second. And he was getting closer to this unknown woman. To the point where the Crew was getting uncomfortable. But they didn’t dare speak to their captain and lecture him about your guys relationship. And suddenly Kid was too lost in his drunken state and shared a sloppy kiss with this woman.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Killer suddenly yelled out. And marched towards Kid and ripped him away. And pointed at the woman. “You get out.” And with that she scoffed and walks off. And as she walked off, Killer lead Kid out of the bar. Giving a slight shove once they were outside. “What the hell is your problem Kid?!”

“What the hell is YOUR PROBLEM!” Kid yelled back, while Killer just stood there and crossed his arms across his chest. “First Y/N! And now you!” He began to yell out, and suddenly groans and rubs his head. “God dammit…headache…too much beer.”

“Kid…what the hell were you thinking huh?” Killer snaps, and Kid was about to reply but was quickly shut down. “I’m speaking, shut up.” Which made Kid grumble.

“Why are you doing this? Especially towards Y/N…you know that they really love and care about you. And you’re throwing away something good because you’re thinking about with your other head.” He said and shook his head. “Y/N loves and cares about you, they even threw away their old normal life to run off with someone like you…with us Kid..”

Kid just stood there, he was pissed off because Killer was lecturing him, he was right but he didn’t want to hear it. “Whatever…I’m sure Y/N is still on the ship, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them.” He said and turns around with a scoff and began walking off. Which left Killer shaking his head. “Let’s hope so.”

Kids feet quickly made their way to his ship, he was thinking about Killer’s words. Fuck…did he fuck up. And once he made inside the ship it was quite without the crew. He looked around and saw nothing, and he was getting a bit worried. He looked in girls cabin…nope. In the kitchen…nope. In the bathrooms…nope…he even tried his workshop and nothing. Panic began to flow through his body, and he immediately made his way to your guys cabin. And once he opened the door he was expecting to meet you but he was met with nothing. “FUCK! Stop hiding from me! Please…”

He looks around and saw that your belongings were gone. And it’s as if you never lived here. Kid began to panic to the point where he began to trash his room. Breaking stuff and yelling. He punched a hole on the wall and growled. “I’m so fucking fucking stupid…” He mumbled and sighed. For once he felt alone…sitting on the bed. He saw a note on his pillow, grabbing it he began to scan the words.

“Dear Eustass. I took your advice. I didn’t let the door hit me on the way out. Have a nice life without me asshole and enjoy all the woman you want. Don’t come looking for me.”

It was a simple note but it bought his world crashing down. And for once he broke down crying, the one good thing he had in his life was now gone because he was stupid. “UGH! FUCK!! I FUCKED UP!!

He was alone…he wanted you there when he becomes King of the Pirates..

Law

The night time rolled around and Law was still in his office, he was still mentally beating himself off, never in your guys relationship he spoke to you like that before and he felt ashamed of himself. He knew you were looking out for him but he was into his work that he dismissed you in a harsh way. But soon after he had to own up to his mistakes and apologize about his behavior.

Walking out of his office he headed to his private cabin, assuming you were there and thank god you were, but you were laying on the bed crying softly . He walks in the room and closes the door behind him. And sat on the edge of the bed. “Hey…can we talk.”

You didn’t answer, you just kept laying there. And Law sighed “Look I know I said some harsh things…but I was too busy with my work that I didn’t consider your feelings.” He began to rant out and he rubs a hand over his face. You still weren’t answering him, which of course made him annoyed but he took a deep breath and spoke up again. “And I do appreciate you looking out for me and I well….um..”

As Law was speaking he caught your attention, was he trying to apologize? It really seemed out of character for him. Sitting up, you wipe your tears. Law couldn’t help but flinch slightly, your puffy red eyes, tear stain cheeks…was all his fault.

“Yes? What are you trying to say Captain?” You say, and he cringes. Not the Captain name calling…not now..

“Look….I said some things that were unnecessary towards you and I wanted to come here and well…um apologize..” He said but mumbled the last part. And let’s be honest Law isn’t one to apologize for his actions. But when it came to you he had to do it.

“Excuse me I didn’t hear that last part. Care to repeat yourself Captain.” You say, and stare directly in his eyes, and Law grumbled. “I said I was sorry…I’m sorry..”

“Again? I didn’t hear ya.”

“I said I was sorry! Okay! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have snapped at the one person who has my heart! Okay! I’m sorry being an asshole!” He suddenly barked out and sighed. “Look…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you annoying and tell you those awful words. I shouldn’t be treating you the way I did…I love you and I don’t want to lose you…and I’m so sorry…I’m sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything and just look at him, which was making him shift around. Before speaking up again. “Look I really appreciate the apology. But what you said was really hurtful….but seeing that you apologized does make me feel a bit better.”

Law sighed heavily “So are we good? Water under the bridge?”

“Not exactly…you have to make it up. And don’t tell me how you can do it. That’s for you to figure out Captain.” You say, teasing him slightly. Law eyes you but he nodded. “Now come on. Let’s get you some food and this time I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Law couldn’t help but smile slightly, you grabbed his hand and he follows you. “I don’t say this often but I Really do love you…so much.”

“I love you too Law.”

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ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????

Hey, do y’all remember how Tencent said they were developing faceID AI to identify people in riots, and then they suddenly created an AI art generator to turn your selfies into anime?

Do y’all remember that time that someone discovered facial recognition cameras couldn't see through Juggalo makeup, then Facebook had a fun “see what you'd look like with Juggalo makeup” thing, and then facial recognition cameras could suddenly see through Juggalo makeup?

Do y’all remember how, on Twitter, Elon started a tirade against artists who ask for credit when their art is reposted, and he suddenly he created one of the first big art AI programs?

Do y’all remember how AI destroyed the field of freelance translation, despite the inferiority of the machine translations, because companies didn’t care about the quality of the translations? They just wanted it done for free?

Do y’all know how companies will see a lot of money going into a New Tech Thing (like, say, AI art apps) and will jump to try and implement that New Tech Thing into their tech? For example, how it felt like every big company and celebrity had an NFT to sell?

Just wondering.

You've never seen Law like this, so bright and vibrant. It's... you have no words to explain how it feels. It's something new and unique. Like discovered the secrets of the universe. Seeing Law smile, so big and sincere, hearing his loud, husky laugh, has you on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Your chest hurts, but in a good way. You can't believe you're still hiding your feelings.

It was a silly thing, you didn't mean to be funny. You made fun of Shachi just out of habit, that's how you relate to others, you didn't expect to fall in such a... unfunny way. And it really hurt. But then you heard it. Your Captain's laughter. And as you looked up at the sound, you froze. Your heart was racing. It's not fair.

How can he make you feel that way?

“You have a nice laugh,” you blurt out without thinking, dumbfounded by him, still on the ground. You watch as his laughter quiets down, but a vague smile is still there. You smile widely when you see a slight color on his cheeks, looking away for a second before reaching his tattooed hand out to you.

"Come on, get your ass out of there. You're blocking the way," he says, no heat in his words. And when you take his hand and he pulls you towards him until you're face to face, you can only blink. It's beautiful in an almost painful way. Without letting go of your hand, he guides you away from the hallway.

"You should smile more," you continue speaking without thinking, completely affected by his sweet laugh.

Then Law smiles at you again. Just for you.

"Well, you must make me smile more."

Well Earned Praise - Mihawk x Reader

Art by mugibara

Summary: Mihawk is a man of few words and many gestures. Lucky for him, you understand them all quite well. Lucky for you, he knows when to use those spare few words.

A/N: This is a little celebratory piece for @feral-artistry ! She's made a huge landmark in higher education recently that she's worked her ass off for and deserves all the treats and hype!! I was lucky in getting this one out for it too bless up lol I usually can only get possessed by ideas to flesh them out but being able to get them into actual words in a timely manner??? Near unheard of lol That said, it's only a ficlet but I hope you and anyone reading enjoys!!

Word Count: ~2.1 k

Warnings: gn!reader, straight up fluff, banter, Mihawk being the Most Obvious in his own way, favoritism, Perona and Zoro are there too, you have a place in all their hearts, found family undertone, family dinner with the edgelords, Mihawk being supportive of your accomplishments in a hopefully in character manner lol

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“And what has you so happy?” Mihawk drawls. 

You’ve barely set foot in the kitchen by the time the question leaves him. Your bright mood from your recent accomplishment is undoubtedly buzzing from you and likely tripped off his haki. Or at least you’d write it off as that if you hadn’t been speaking about it coming up the past few weeks.

Despite his prodding tone, you know that’s just his normal voice and not his grumpy one from all your time living at Kuraigana. There’s also a lack of the miniscule brow or eye twitch that usually precedes the grumpy one. Instead his face is its usual stony facade, looking much too brooding in contrast to the apron Perona had complained him into. It lacks any of the color or frills she wished, but you are sure with enough prodding she will one day get one or the other on your dour host. The one thing that truly binds you all together at Kuraigana is an innate persistence (easily gaining the name “stubbornness” when not in your favor). It is a formidable weapon you wield both for and against each other. Usually against, but that ratio is growing more favorable by the day. Luckily its bad run is mostly in bickering and banter, not actual harm.

“I know you’re getting old, but I didn’t know your memory was already going,” you goad, walking to join him at the prep table at the far end of the kitchen.

“I don’t make the effort to remember the chirping of birds,” he responds blandly, disproving his statement by alluding that he listened to your frequent gushing about it to Perona. All the while, he continues chopping vegetables with insane speed and accuracy. It will always amuse you to see the world’s greatest swordsman use those skills to harvest and chop veggies. His choice on which you’re starting to recognize.

“Uhuh,” you replied, obviously incredulous. “I suppose you don’t have much room in that head of yours for anything besides swords play.”

“It’s dangerous to insult the one handling your food you know,” he warns with the barest hint of humor warming his low voice.

“This cook wouldn’t stoop to poisons,” you assure him, “though I will need to watch my back during sparring.”

“If you’ve actually taken to my lessons, you’d know to do that anyway,” Mihawk chastises with narrowed eyes. You chuckle at his predictability - always so prickly if he felt you weren’t taking your crafts seriously.

“We both know I’d be dead if I didn’t,” you point out. The silence, save for the steady thumping of knife on cutting board, is his begrudging agreement. 

That silence quickly turns comfortable; that ease built on a few hundred hours of peaceful companionable silence you’ve shared. Mostly they were filled with quiet sips of wine, rustling pages, crackling logs, and calm music. Your favorite is when the sweet serenade of the night’s bugs leaks in the cracked windows, heralded by a cool breeze playing with the curtains. A few hundred more hours spent in travel and training built quite the familiarity and warmed your heart from simple attraction to true affection for this untouchable man.

That affection only makes you treasure these moments more. Seeing him in an apron performing a homemaker’s duties isn’t only amusing; there’s a twinge of vulnerability to it. This man, who is an embodiment of death collecting its due for most, is comfortable with you seeing such human pieces of himself. He’s connected with you and your housemates enough to let you each have your mark on him in subtle ways. There was proof enough of it in this kitchen - now always well stocked with sake and sweets, the allowance of a few cutesy mugs ready for use, fresh eggs from the chickens he’d gotten for convenience and definitely not because of your love of animals. (You hadn’t broken him on goats yet but you were far from giving up on that one).

Your thoughts are interrupted by him breaking the hypnotizing motion of his knife to back away from the counter.

“I need to stop in the garden,” Mihawk explains. He casts a pointed gaze at you on his exit. “Don’t go in the fridge.”

The moment he’s taken his exit, you disobey the order. More like a poorly veiled hint. The bright lights of the fridge spotlight quite the treat for you. There’s a menagerie of desserts taking up the top shelf, everything from macaroons to tiramisu to cheesecake to fruit tarts. The colorful display almost kept you from noticing the restock of your drawers of charcuterie below. He really spared no expense; rare cured meats and exotic cheeses were huddled around a large supply of all your favorites, a variety of mustards, jams, and preserves in cute little jars tucked neatly to one side. You can’t help how gooey the gesture is making your heart and how that feeling’s definitely still going to be all over your face when he gets back.

Accepting that fate, you don’t even try to hide it when he comes back through the door with fresh herbs in hand. Mihawk goes through the motions of wiping off his boots and making his way back, all nonchalant confidence, until he looks at you and is struck frozen. He stands and holds your loving gaze for a long stretch of breaths. He’s the first to break your eye contact, looking the closest to unsure that you’ve ever seen him. His face would never tell, but his shoulders curl just a bit up and forward before you see him shove them back into their usual sure posture.

You think he’s going to leave the whole thing unacknowledged, as he’s wont to do with your increasingly common Moments. He shatters that thought when he lays a hand on your arm as he passes, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth from his large palm leaves a lasting impression on you. The ravenously yearning part of you - the one you try to keep settled - begins telling you how deliciously warm he must run, how he must be the perfect spot for a nap, how those warm hands would feel easing your muscles, how they would feel-

“Managing to get lost while standing still? Should I worry about that with you too?” Mihawk teases. It’s quite impressive how droll he can be when he lets himself.

“If I say yes, does that mean I’m free of being his human compass?” you joke.

“Only until it’s time to be rid of you both,” he answers easily.

“What?” you ask in mock offense. “No send off party? No tearful goodbyes? And here I thought you were the sentimental type.”

“Obviously,” he agrees, gifting you the first tiny, crooked smile of the night.

Wanting to end on a high note, you let the conversation go and instead focus on trying to find ways to help. It goes poorly. Every task you make for is suddenly already being done by Mihawk, or he’s suddenly blocking you from the means to start. Many an ingredient is intercepted, dish grabbed first, or scraps thrown to trash and compost. The absurd game of keep away it makes is funny to you at first but soon becomes frustrating.

“You’re treating me like an invalid,” you huff.

“I didn’t know you were so fond of labor,” Mihawk drawls. Sly eyes slide your way. “Should I put you back on prepping the new beds?”

“No,” you answer quickly. The new garden spot was chosen for convenient location not ease of creation; the ground was mostly clay and full of rocks with the top carpeted thick with sod and weeds. It would have to be cleared off, rocks dug out, manure and sand and peat moss shoveled in, then all mixed thoroughly to break up the clay. It was grueling work. It was Zoro work.

Mihawk goes back to his cooking with an air of satisfaction. You settle for watching and stealing bites to eat from the food he was making. He pretends to be annoyed. It lets you both play a new game of keep away where you try to sneak and snatch and he tries to swat you away, usually without even taking his eyes off his task. This continues until the meal is nearly done, when he sends you off to your room to “look proper for a nice meal”. You pretend to be offended but he doesn’t buy it.

You don’t want to spend long getting ready, much more set on spending time with the others, but you also didn’t want to let an excuse to dress up go to waste. By the time you’re headed to the usual dining room, you’re layered in expensive fabric with a fresh face and freshly styled hair.

Mihawk is awaiting you at the grand doors, unfortunately lacking that apron. Instead you get him in a flowing shirt, textured in subtle filigree the same deep red as the whole. It is, of course, open to show off his Kogatana and the sun-kissed skin it rests on. As you get closer, you notice his pants are tailored slacks and his boots have been replaced with dress shoes you wouldn’t have even guessed he owned. Not for a lack of class or style, but for a lack of people and occasions he’d deem worthy of the effort. 

You feel almost silly thinking he’s going through all this effort for you but there’s no other explanation. When you stop next to him, you could swear that even his beard is freshly oiled and combed. You’re too lost in your appraisal of him to notice how his own heated eyes are roving over you. You catch them for a brief moment before they fix to your face. To interrupt the loving taunt about to move your tongue, Mihawk holds the door open for you and gestures you inside.

Zoro and Perona are sat at the table behind pristine place settings. They haven’t even noticed the sound of your entrance over their own bickering. Perona always looks dolled up, but there’s something a little extra in the detail of her makeup and not a single hair on her head is out of place. What’s much more surprising than her is that Zoro looks all cleaned up. He’s still in his usual style but not a speck of dirt is on the clothes and his hair looks slightly damp from a recent shower. It’s hard not to laugh at the idea of Mihawk commanding him to bathe like one would a defiant child and Perona having to throw him in the bath like he’s a hissing cat.

Before you move to join them, Mihawk’s hands catch your shoulders. Their capability for gentleness will always amaze you, and this caress to halt you is no exception. His thumbs swipe across your skin a few times, seeming to relish the motion, before he leans forward. There’s a moment where his cheek brushes the crown of your head before his breath floats over your ear and neck, raising goosebumps over your skin. His lips, surprisingly soft, tickle the tip of your ear as he whispers to you. The words strike you and leave you frozen even as he brushes past you towards the table, leaving the scent of spiced cologne in his wake.

Your housemates finally notice you and both send toothy smiles and celebratory cheers your way. You feel almost bad that you have to shake yourself off to match their energy. Once you get close to the table, Zoro is trying to convince you to share his best sake with him while Perona tells you that’s dumb and you should instead focus on looking through the new accessories she’s gotten you. You only laugh as dark fabric and frilly stuffies are shoved your way to intercept the persistent attempts to place an o-choko by your plate. 

Mihawk sighs at the commotion, muttering something about wanting a peaceful dinner for you as he pulls out your chair. His grumbling is undercut by the softness easing the lines from his face. When you meet his eyes as he pushes your chair in, you notice the usually violent amber of them has darkened to flowing honey. His words ring in your head loudly again, causing a loving smile to warm your face. He answers with a brief smile of his own, the smallest curl of his lips and crinkle of his eyes, but it's enough to set your heart racing. Your heart pumps electricity through you, tingling your fingertips and sending his words to spin even faster in your head. Even when your heart calms and is instead made full from loving company, you hold the sound of his voice in your mind.

It’s the first time you’ve heard the words from him, and now that you know their sweetness, you’ll chase that high in all your endeavors.

“I’m proud of you.”

Summary: Law is obsessed with the idea of breeding. When you indulge him, he acts like a dog in heat. 😳😳😳 ~1.2k words. CW: afab reader, dirty talk, gendered language (“mommy”), ejaculation inside. Mildly edited~

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Law fantasized about having kids with you. He was especially preoccupied by the act itself, i.e. cumming inside of you and getting you pregnant. Realistically, he didn’t think a family would be feasible in the near future, but when he broached the topic with you, you were enthusiastic and on board for all of it, especially in bed. He went fucking feral for it.

Law was insatiable. He’d pull you away from the crew and fuck you anywhere he could get away with, whether that be his cabin, the supply closet, the laundry room, the galley, literally anywhere. He’d whisper or grunt out the nastiest words that he could think of (which were arguably very sweet, too) and he’d cum inside of you every time. He also made sure that you came on his cock every time, without fail.

Law wasn’t worried about actually getting you pregnant, because anytime he came inside of you, he either used his medical knowledge and timed it according to your cycle, or he used his devil fruit powers to simply remove his cum. It was a win-win scenario: Law got to live out his fantasies with reckless abandon, and you came every time.

One day, though, he wasn’t going to do either of those things. He wasn’t going to plan around your cycle or take his cum out of you. He’d actually just get you pregnant. Anytime he fucked you, he’d tell himself that it was today. Today would be the day that he finally got you pregnant. That was a big part of the fantasy—the idea that he’d fuck you and today (whatever that day was) would be the day he finally pumped you full of his kids.

One day he pulled you into a random supply closet, ripped off your clothes and fingered you from behind until you came. Then, when you were dripping wet and shaking, he pinned you against the wall and slipped his cock into you. His chest pressed on your back while one of his hands gripped your hip. The other hand reached around your front, rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, teasing every last drop he could out of you.

Before you even had sex, Law started to get hard at the idea of how you would look pregnant, walking around like that for everyone to see and know that it was him who did that.

As he slid his cock into your messy cunt, he murmured in your ear. “Let me do all the work, gorgeous.”

Law’s hips crashed into yours and let out a wet, filthy sound each time. You tried to bite your tongue and keep the moans in, but you were struggling. His lips were centimeters from your ear, his voice was husky and gravelly. Desire trickled out of his lips at a rate comparable to the juices leaking out of you.

“Don’t you want to start a family, sweetheart?” Law growled, sending goosebumps down your neck. His wiry facial hair tickled the skin on your neck. “Gonna creampie you ‘till you get pregnant for me.”

His hips increased their pace at each nasty word he uttered in your ear.

“You wanna take it all for me? You’d look so f-fucking hot pregnant, baby, won’t you let me cum inside and make you a mom?”

The answer was obviously (and always) yes. When you whimpered and whined it only spurred him on.

“Gonna be such a good mommy for me, fuuuccckkk.”

Law’s cock grinded into your cunt, scraping your walls and hitting your g-spot. Each thrust slammed ecstasy into your core, making you squirm and keen his name. Your legs were starting to give out, your face was pressed against the wall, and you barely had the strength to remain standing.

“Law, fuck, cum in me—f-fill me up, wanna have your k-kids” you moaned into the wall as his fingers on your clit pressed down.

Your words, as simple as they were, set him off. When you participated in the fantasy like that it drove him fucking crazy.

He started to kiss and nibble on your exposed shoulder, biting it like he was mating with you, like you were all his. When he bit down hard enough, you yelped. He loved that sound.

“’m gonna fuck you full,” Law groaned and his hips shuddered. “You gonna have my babies? Be a mommy for me?”

You attempted to nod while Law let out guttural noises in your ear. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy. Pregnant with all my—fuck—my kids, fuck baby—I—fucckkkk.”

Law could hardly speak. You just felt too good around him—it’s like you were swallowing him up, squeezing him, like your body was begging him to cum inside. He moaned, low and primal, fucking you at a feverish pace.

He was at his wits end.

“F—f—fuuuhhhhccckkk, fuck, ‘m cumming—I—mmm, ‘m cumming.”

With those heaving words, Law’s hips spasmed frantically and he shot his seed deep inside, as close to your cervix as he possibly could. You could feel the ropes of hot, sticky cum spurting out of him, filling you up.

Your orgasm was seconds after his, euphoric and mind blowing. As you reeled in pleasure, your walls clenched around his cock he convulsed again. He imagined your walls milking him dry and almost blacked out from pleasure.

When Law was done cumming in you, he peeled his sweat-ridden chest off your back and flipped you around. He kissed you passionately for a minute before he realized how weak you were after cumming twice.

Law used his devil fruit powers to switch your clothes onto you from where they lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. He could have used his powers to get you into bed if he wanted to, but he preferred to carry you there in his arms. If anyone on the crew saw, they would know what happened (and he didn’t care).

When he fucked you ravenously, Law was hyperaware of the effects that such rough sex had on your body. He was cognizant of that always, but in the moments after you had sex he made sure to treat you like you were delicate and precious to him. While he carted you off to bed, he gave you a few more kisses. He always gave you as many as you'd take.

You nuzzled into his chest and the next thing you knew, he was cuddling you in bed. Law knew that you loved cuddling after sex, so he obliged with the sweetest smile on his face. He felt lucky that you let him fuck you in whatever depraved and fantastical way he could think of. What a privilege.

Law pondered it for a while and decided that maybe it would actually be today, if you were fine with it. If you’d let him, he’d actually get you pregnant this time. No devil fruit powers would be used to take his cum out of you, if you gave the go ahead. And if you said no, if you asked him to take his seed out of you, he’d be ecstatic to give it another go. After all, if today wasn’t the day he got you pregnant for good, maybe it would tomorrow. He would give you as many tomorrows as you wanted.

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ thank u for reading!! (*ﾉ∀`*) also its law's birthday so i hope we all dream of fucking him tn, he deserves it (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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Lover's Token (Trafalgar Law x Reader)

Warnings: suggestive, brief mentions of Dressrosa and Zou but no spoilers/graphic details

Summary: The two of you find some time alone together during Law's birthday celebration and feelings get confessed.

Author’s Note: I had to get something out for Law's birthday, so here this is! This is extremely rough and idk if I'm fully happy with it so I'll probably go back and edit this later, but I wanted to get this out today, so it is what it is. Happy Birthday to everyone's favorite Surgeon of Death <3. Happy reading.

It was no secret that the Heart Pirates loved to party. You couldn't name very many people who celebrated like they did, save for maybe the Strawhats. Sachi and Penguin were always looking for an excuse to have a huge celebration, so it really shouldn't have come as a shock that they had something planned today for Law's birthday.

"This is insubordination!"

You let yourself smile, your lips quirking up as Law's eye twitched in irritation. Sachi and Penguin had similar smirks on their own faces, neither one of them bothering to seem even a little bit regretful about their decisions.

"Sorry Captain, but you wouldn't have agreed if we asked!" Sachi explained, shrugging loosely as if that excused everything.

"Exactly! You left us no choice but to take this into our own hands," Penguin agreed, leaning nonchalantly against the railing of the Polar Tang's deck. "If it was up to you, you would've spent the day just like any other old day."

"Exactly," Law seethed, his voice low as he continued glaring at them. "You two must have a death wish if you knew that and still decided to change our route. We don't have time for this!"

"We can just catch a super fast current or something to make up the time," Penguin smiled, the sheer idiocy of his statement causing a vein to pop on Law's forehead.

You stifled a laugh, but as if he could sense your presence Law's head whipped towards you with a scowl. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, still suppressing your laughter, and waved from your spot down on the beach where the Polar Tang had docked.

"Did you know about this?"

"You should really be thanking me, you know," you said, in lieu of answering his question outright. "This is the tamest option I could get them to agree to. You don't even want to know what the original plan was."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Penguin and Sachi began making their way towards you on the beach. Most of the rest of the crew had already dispersed into town, agreeing to meet again later that night to celebrate properly. You saw the moment his resistance dissipated, his shoulders relaxing as he dropped his hand.

"Just- Don't do anything stupid," he relented, turning around and disappearing back into the ship to change.

You talked with Sachi and Penguin while waiting for him to return. You weren't sure how they managed to hear the news, but somehow they found out that an island only slightly off-route was having a festival on Law's birthday. You had to applaud them for finding something so cute for their celebration.

"Hey, why'd you tell Law we had something worse planned? Now he's gonna think we hate him!" Sachi groaned, playing up his annoyance by leaning all his weight on you.

"Because idiot," you said, shoving him back up and into Penguin who squawked at the sudden influx of weight against him. "It would be so much harder to convince him to go along with it if he knew this was the original plan. You've gotta make him think this was a middle ground."

"You're a genius," Penguin said, righting Sachi back up onto his own feet as he parroted the statement.

The three of you continued making casual conversation, talking about what you wanted to do most at the festival. When Law finally came back out, he was wearing his kimono from Wano like the rest of the crew and yourself.

"Alright, let's get this over with," he sighed, ignoring the cheers from the three of you as he walked past.

The festival itself was beautiful. The town must have spared no expense on the decorations as every corner of every street and every building was decked in lights and streamers. Street vendors were selling all kinds of different foods and there were multiple booths of games and attractions. You saw some of the crew already playing some of the games while others were drinking and walking around. You saw Bepo and Ikkaku playing a game with darts and immediately ran to join them.

Most of the day consisted of stuffing your face with all of the vendor's foods and trying to win every game you set your eyes on. You drifted between different groups, trying to soak up as much rare free time with the crew as you could. You spent some time with Law as well, visiting a few shops and forcing him to play some of the games you tried. The day flew by quickly and the sun began to set before you knew it.

The lights bathed the streets in a warm glow as the sunset painted the sky in pink and orange. It was finally time for the group to meet up. You made your way to the meeting spot, easily finding the clearing the group had scouted out earlier in the day and helping set up the area before Bepo was supposed to bring Law. You brought out the crew's personal stash of alcohol from the Polar Tang as well as all of Law's favorite foods, pre-made the night before in secret.

When Law finally arrives, being pulled ahead enthusiastically by Bepo, the crew is all ready. Standing in formation, Bepo runs over and takes his spot as Law stares at you all, his eyes widening in surprise. Before he can say anything, Penguin counts off and everyone shouts.

"Happy Birthday!"

Law turns his head and pulls his hat down to hide his embarrassment, which only makes the crew shout louder. They run over and pull him into a group hug before he can open a room and shamble himself out of it and you could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his face despite all his protesting to get off. You and the rest of the crew let him go after a little longer and then they begin the celebration.

The sunset fades and makes way to a night sky full of stars. The party is raging, most of the crew multiple drinks deep, and the food is long gone. You're talking with Ikakku and watching Penguin and Sachi dance together, always the center of attention at any celebration. Bepo is sleeping with Law propped up against him, content to watch his crew have fun from the sidelines.

"So, you're doing it tonight, aren't you?" Ikkaku asked, her excitement doing nothing to calm your nerves.

"I don't know. I think I should just give him his gift and wait for another day," you answer, biting your lip out of nervous habit.

"No, you've got to do it tonight. I'm telling you, you have nothing to worry about," she said, pulling you into a side hug as she took a gulp of her drink. "You can't just wait for the right moment, you've got to make it yourself."

You sighed, knowing that she was right. You had been harboring a crush on your captain for months now and it had only gotten worse after his return from Dressrosa. Absence makes the heart grow fonder you guessed. Ikkaku had been the only one you'd confided in, but it had become obvious to most of the crew after Law's return. Unfortunately for you, they care about your happiness and have been pushing you to confess ever since. You always denied them, not wanting to risk your friendship or make things awkward, sure that Law would never like you back, but the feelings you were harboring were beginning to be unbearable. You really loved him and at this point, you would rather rip off the bandaid of a rejection than drown in the misery of not knowing. "Looks like now is your chance," Ikkaku said, bringing you out of your thoughts as she pointed to where Law had been sitting.

You looked over just in time to catch Law's back retreating out of the clearing, heading towards the beach. You felt your stomach flip, a ripple of anxiety making you doubt yourself. As much as you didn't want to stew in your feelings any longer, you also didn't want to ruin his birthday. Law deserved to have a day for himself, especially after everything he'd been through recently. One look from Ikakku told you that she wouldn't let you chicken out, so with a final good luck from her, you followed after him.

You followed his footsteps, easily finding him sitting against a tree on the edge of the forest. The soft sound of waves crashing against the sand covered the sound of your steps, but you knew he could hear you approaching anyway. He acknowledged your presence with a simple nod of his head in your direction, his sign that you could settle in next to him. You took the silent invitation and did just that, keeping a small but respectful distance between the two of you.

"I hope this plan was worth the extra week of chores," he said, a playful tilt to his lips as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his antics. "You can just say thank you, you know."

He huffed out a laugh but didn't respond. You knew he left because he wanted some quiet time away from the commotion, so you wouldn't take that from him. Your mind wandered as you sat next to Law in silence. You'd spent so much time with him, steadily growing closer and closer from the moment you joined the Heart Pirates all those years ago. At first, he'd seemed so intimidating with his glares and his general aura, but now he was like your book, with all his subtext and hidden meaning behind his words and actions highlighted and annotated. Law's voice speaking no louder than a whisper caught your attention despite how deep in thought you were.

"Thank you."

You blinked, your head struggling to catch up with the rest of you. You looked over at him to find him hiding behind his hat once again. Much closer this time, you could see the tips of his ears turn slightly pink and his constant embarrassment at showing any vulnerability made you smile. He looked over at you, lips downturned into a frown.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You tease him, but there's no heat behind it. Law clicks his tongue once more but his lips quirk up slightly at the side in amusement. The silence settles back in and you're deep in thought once more, but just like you can read Law, he can read you right back.

"Alright, out with it," he huffs, catching your attention again.

"What?"

"There's clearly something on your mind. What is it?"

He's direct and to the point, leaving no room to argue. You bit your lip, trying to find the right words and the appropriate starting place for what you want to say and he lets you figure it out at your own pace. You sigh, shifting slightly to face him a little more and he perks his head up in attention.

"I know you weren't planning to come back."

You can tell from the way his eyes widen for a moment that this isn't what he was expecting. You think for a moment that he doesn't understand what you meant, but of course he does. You're talking about Dressrosa, no doubt about it. He frowns slightly, the expression second nature on his face. You can see the gears in his head turning and you wait with bated breath for his response.

"How?"

The question is short and sweet with absolutely no elaboration, but you don't need it.

"I don't know. I didn't know until we saw you on Zou. Something about that look in your eyes, I just felt it," you explain, your voice bittersweet as you add, "You do a good job putting up a front but your eyes always betray you."

He doesn't say anything right away and you wait to see if he will. When a few more moments pass without a word from him, you pick up once more.

"The others don't know if you're worried about that. We planned this big celebration because there were a few too many times this year when we didn't think we'd get another birthday with you at all. Out on the sea, there's no promise of another tomorrow. We've watched you go through a lot this year and we've almost lost you countless times, especially with Doflamingo. When we heard the news... I'll never forget the crew's faces. The idea that we almost lost you and we weren't even there..." your voice wavered, the tightening of your throat cutting you off.

"I made it, though," he says, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief as if the idea that he's still alive after everything he's been through is baffling.

"But you weren't planning to, where you?" you ask, but it's more of a statement than a question.

He sighs and you can hear the answer in his resignation before he says it. "No, I wasn't."

You'd known, and yet the words still hang heavy in the air.

"You're so stupid," you choke out, eyes burning with passion and unspoken anger as you look right at him. "Do you really think we wouldn't have gone straight to Dressrosa the minute we heard the news? If you had died, we would have spent every second of every day going after Doflamingo until he was either dead or we died trying. You of all people should know that."

He opens his mouth but no words come out. He snaps it shut, his brain working a mile a minute as he tries to come up with a response, but seemingly draws up blank. "I don't know what we would have done without you. We love you, you know. I-" you stalled, your heart racing as you debated your next words. There would be no taking them back once you said them, but something in you told you that now was the time. "I love you, Law. I have for a long time. I wasn't ever going to tell you, but something about watching you walk back to us on Zou and knowing that you hadn't meant to ever make it there, I just knew I had to say something eventually."

"You love me?"

The question is dry, betraying no emotion and you have to look away as you blush furiously. You scowl, the heat from your embarrassment burning in you as you start to stand. "You're so insufferable. I'm not repeating myself, I've already embarrassed myself enough. I'm not expecting you to feel the same, I just-"

You're stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist and yanking you back down to the ground. You're turned towards Law with nowhere else to look but up at him. His lips are pressed firmly into a line, but his eyes are what pin you in place. There's a thousand emotions burning in his eyes, but there's a flicker of hope in them that halts your attempts to escape.

"Say it again," he pleads, his voice barely louder than the crashing waves a few feet away.

"I love you." "Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"Law," you start in protest, your cheeks burning still, but this time from the intensity of his gaze rather than your own embarrassment. He cuts you off again and the hint of desperation in his voice gets rid of your hesitation.

"Please."

"I love you," you whisper, your voice cracking as you say those words for the fourth time that night.

There's one silent moment where Law doesn't move. His eyes hold yours, searching for any indication that you don't mean what you've said, but he must be satisfied with what he finds because a moment later his lips meet yours. He pulls you forward, his free hand coming up to hold your face as he ghosts his lips over yours. His kiss is light at first, firm but soft enough that you could pull back if you wanted to. When you don't, instead kissing him back as your hands fist into the front of his kimono, he kisses you harder, the hand on your face holds you like you're something precious.

The surroundings slowly blur around you until all you can focus on is Law, right in front of you and kissing you as if it will tell you every unspoken thought in his head. You shift slightly, one of your hands coming up to splay out on his chest. The movement elicits a groan from him that makes a new but familiar feeling begin churning in you. You let out a content sigh as Law moves the hand that was holding your wrist to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You can feel the kiss turning into something more but a sudden bang and explosion of color breaks the two of you apart.

Law's grip tightens protectively for a moment until you both look up and realize it's just a firework. You'd forgotten that the festival would come to a close with a firework show and you laugh slightly as the sky begins to light up with sparkling fireworks and cracks of color. Law's grip loosens, but he still holds you close. You let yourself lean against him and he wraps his arm around you, allowing you to settle in against him. Your heart is so full it feels like it could burst and you can feel the similar rhythm of his own as the two of you enjoy the show. After a few minutes, the last firework paints the sky and then the only light shining down is the moon. It's silent for a few moments, but you break the spell by pulling back slightly.

"I got you something," you say, still breathless.

He settles back against the tree, his face schooled back into a blank slate, but you can see the curiosity in his eyes. His one arm still holds you close and his other hand falls to his lap. With the hand not placed against his chest, you reach into your pocket and quickly grab the item.

"Close your eyes," you request, hiding the item in the palm of your hand.

He obliges, his lip turning up slightly into a smile. You tap his hand, your quiet signal to hold it out. When he does, you bring your hand above his and drop the item into his palm. His hand curls up slightly, not wanting to drop it, and he opens his eyes.

Sitting in his hand was a small silver coin. It was larger than a normal coin and you knew from your own experience holding it that it had a satisfying weight to it. The main detail though was the familiar image pressed into its faces. On the face of both sides of the coin was Law's Jolly Roger, the face smiling up at him from where it sat in his hand. You watched Law closely for his reaction. You knew he liked collecting coins, but there was no guarantee that he would like it.

"Wha- You... How?" he asked, at a loss for words.

"It took a lot of money and even more begging, but I convinced Kidd to help me make it. I drew out the design and brought all the materials, he just made the mold and helped me make it," you explained, the smile on your face growing as you watched him move the coin and run his thumb over the face.

"It's... perfect," he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss onto your temple. "I love it."

When he pulls back, you catch his eyes and you can see the unspoken words burning there. I love you. I love you. I love you. They sear into you with intensity and you have to smile at how out of his element he is that he can't even say three words you've said not minutes beforehand.

"Happy Birthday, Law."

You kiss him this time and you relish in the way you can feel him relax against you. His hands return to their earlier position and this time you don't pull away as he kisses you harder and pulls you closer. You let his hands wander and allow yours to do the same as the kiss becomes more desperate, more needy with every passing second. Law's hands greedily move your kimono off your shoulders and he pulls back momentarily to catch your eyes and silently ask for permission to continue. A nod from you is all he needs and the two of you spend the rest of the night in a shared pleasure you only dreamed was possible.

The next morning, the crew is suspiciously absent as you make your way back to the Polar Tang with Law from your night on the beach. The clearing where the celebration was set up is cleaned up with no sign of a party left behind and the few crew members you see as you approach the submarine only greet you both with a happy good morning and a knowing smile. You go to move your hand out of Law's, knowing that he enjoys his privacy and not wanting to give the crew any more reason to tease him, but he holds it firmly. You can see him flushing slightly at the crew's teasing smiles, but he never lets go, simply choosing to flip them all off with his free hand and lead you back into the ship.

Maybe he couldn't say it back yet, but you knew. It's in the swirling pool of emotions in his eyes, in the hidden meaning behind every word, and in the way he chooses to withstand the crew's teasing now. Now that you've seen it, you realize it's always been there, waiting for you to read it.

He's loved you for a long time.

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Cross guild new emergency fund raising technique

Filthy - Luffy 

Summary: Luffy's changed a lot in the past two years. Reader is a Straw Hat who is an archer and has spent the past two years training on Amazon Lily with the Kuja Pirates. Text below the cut.

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: oral sex (reader receiving), dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a little bit of a silly ending

Word Count: 2,110

Undaunted by the dark of night, you followed the smoke on the horizon to your captain’s camp. You felt eyes on your person the entire way, but by now, you felt confident nothing would attack you. After all, your captain had tamed the entire island, from every hulking beast to each little mouse. And when you had stepped foot on it for the first time in almost two years a month ago, he had tamed you, too, had sucked all that Kuja Pirate independence out of you and fucked an addiction to his sex right into you. 

Despite the chilly night, your cheeks flushed with warmth. They only grew hotter as you reached your destination, your heart racing in your chest. 

You lingered at the tree line for a moment, your bow in one hand, a large platter of freshly made dorayaki in the other, watching your captain as he laid in front of the blazing fire he’d made, the flames casting a warm glow over his lean figure, illuminating the scar that now stretched the expanse of his chest. 

Though his straw hat was over his eyes and he laid perfectly still, you could tell he wasn’t asleep. Not just that, you knew he had sensed you approach, had picked up on your presence the second you landed on the beach. Your time training on Amazon Lily with the Kuja Pirates had made you more agile, more stealthy, than ever, but he picked up on your presence in an instant. 

You recalled that first night like it was yesterday. Knowing Rayleigh would be upset if he found out, as would Hancock, but overcome by the desire to see your beloved captain as soon as you heard Rayleigh had returned to Sabaody early, you had snuck out of the village and stolen a small boat. And when you had wandered into the jungle in search of your captain, you had found him. Or rather, you had found someone who looked a bit like him. 

Filthy as if he hadn’t bathed in weeks, with stubble on his cheeks- something you’d never seen on Luffy’s face before, and a sort of animalistic gleam in his eye, you had been unsettled. 

Then, you had been aroused, the two of you sizing each other up like strangers. 

You didn’t know how long it took- a few minutes, maybe just a couple of seconds- for him to have you pinned against a tree with his face between your legs, lapping at your folds like he’d been wandering the desert for months and you were the only thing he had to drink. Once he had his fill, he’d pinned you to the jungle floor and rutted into you like a wild beast. And you had begged him for more, cumming more times than you could count. 

The happy go lucky kid you had met was still in there, somewhere, but he’d been forced to make room for a man, a man with a voracious appetite and sexual prowess, a man with rough hands but a soft tongue, a man whose fearsome reputation was known the world over, a man you would risk absolutely anything to be tangled naked with. 

“You’re late,” he said in that gruff voice of his, a little raspy, a little husky. And so much deeper than you recalled. 

You stepped into the firelight and stood over him, willing your heart to stop fluttering in your chest. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment, Captain.” 

“You always get here just after sunset.” 

“It’s only been four weeks since I started coming,” you told him, setting the platter of dorayaki down on a log; you knew Luffy could hunt and cook his own meat, but you also knew he was hopeless at baking, a problem for someone with a sweet tooth like his. And though you knew he needed to train, not be spoiled, you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“Only four weeks, huh? Could’ve sworn it’s been longer.” Finally, he sat up, his straw hat falling back off his head and hanging from his neck, a bit thicker than it had been two years ago. His black hair was a complete mess, sticking up in all directions, and while you used to think it made him look like a little boy, you now saw him as a disheveled man who was too busy fighting to worry about his appearance. The muscle he had put on certainly helped, his once-lanky limbs now corded with it, his scarred abdomen thick with it. “I guess I’ve gotten used to having you.” 

Having. Luffy never would have used that language in the past. 

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Just when you got it down, a hand wrapped around your leg, just above your knee. A gasp spilled from your lips at the feel of his calloused palm against your bare skin. 

“Missed you,” he muttered, rubbing his cheek against your bare thigh. You had taken to wearing fewer clothes while on Amazon Lily, and that was the first thing he had clocked when you appeared on his little island. The second thing he had noticed was your chest. Had you been hiding your breasts this whole time, or had he simply not noticed? Nearly two years mostly alone in the jungle had opened his eyes to many things, including that he had not been indulging in all that life had to offer, particularly not life as a pirate captain with a beautiful woman on his crew.  

“I missed you too, Luffy,” you muttered. You looked down at him and pulled your bottom lip into your mouth. You’d spent the entire journey with a dull ache between your legs that, if you were being honest, had begun building the moment you sailed away last time, but now that you were with him, now that you felt him touching you, you wondered how you had waited a full week to come crawling back. 

“Come ‘ere.” 

You put up no resistance as he laid back down, bringing you with him. You knew exactly what he wanted, knew exactly how starved he was for the sensitive folds between your legs. 

Luffy’s mouth had started watering the second he sensed your presence. He didn’t think twice about pulling you onto the ground with him and pushing your legs apart. The only thing that gave him pause were the panties you wore, an annoying piece of fabric he was convinced you wore just to inconvenience him. 

“Why?” He wanted to ask, but the words were stuck in his throat. He didn’t have time to waste on questions. He was hungry.  

He ripped your panties with ease. He thought he heard you gasp; you might have even complained. He barely heard, his ears ringing. The only thing that mattered was the sight of your pussy right in front of him, already leaking cream, glistening with his dessert. After a long week of hard training, he thought, this was exactly what he needed. 

“That’s my girl,” he said in a low voice. “Nice and ready.” He grabbed your thighs and pulled you down, burying his face in your needy cunt and inhaling the scent. Some sort of low sound, either a growl or a groan, spilled from his lips. 

He lapped at your wet folds, your flavor exploding on his tongue. His efforts earned him more of that wonderful wetness, and the taste of it only made him greedier. He thumbed your clit to draw more out of you and pushed his tongue into your tight little hole, eager to feel you clench around it as you came. 

He was vaguely aware of you gasping and saying his name, but he was more focused on the growing bulge between his legs, the rock hard erection that he had every intention of burying inside you- no condom, no protection, not a single layer between you as you fucked like wild animals in the jungle. 

He pulled his tongue out of your cunt long enough to say, “Take your clothes off.” 

You obliged, pulling your top off and tossing it aside. The chilly air made sure your nipples were nice and erect. You tweaked them as your captain shoved his tongue back into your hole, his thumb still tormenting your clit. It wasn’t a moment later that your first orgasm came over you, a pleasure that had you collapsing forward. 

Luffy tightened his grip on your thighs to keep your cunt on his face. 

“Sweet pussy,” he muttered, licking up all that cream. “Gonna cum again.” 

“Luffy.” You screwed your eyes shut, jarred by the overstimulation. 

He didn’t relent, humming in contentment as you gave him more and more sweet liquid to drink up, clenched harder and harder around his greedy tongue. He held you in place despite your body jerking around, and the result was another orgasm. He lapped at your cunt a few more times, savoring the way you bucked your hips against his face. 

Luffy’s appetite hadn’t been sated, not in the slightest, but he had no choice but to stop. His balls were aching between his legs, his cock rock hard and in desperate need of you. The way you clenched around his tongue was the way you’d clench around his cock, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. 

He supposed he could always lick your cunt some more after he fucked you. And then he could fuck you again, if he so desired. You had the entire night. 

With that in mind, he pushed you off his face, only to pin you under him, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you beneath him. 

You struggled a little, but it was more out of habit than anything else, unaccustomed to being mounted, particularly not by your captain. But the way he wound his arms around you and pinned you beneath his body made your cunt ache. You needed to feel him inside you, needed to feel that delicious stretch, needed to feel full. 

Luffy nuzzled his cheek against yours, relishing the softness of your skin. He placed a few warm kisses against your cheek, and another few in the crook of your neck. 

“I’ve got so much cum in these balls,” he groaned. “You’re gonna take all of it. Can you do that for me? Can you take all my cum?” 

Pressing your lips together to keep the bottom one from quivering, you nodded your head with a sniffle. 

“Need to hear you say it, babe.” He reached between your bodies and undid the zipper of his shorts, pulling out his veiny cock. He pressed it into your ass, exhilarated by the sensation of your soft skin and supple flesh against his erection. He rutted against you a few times, unable to stop himself. 

You took a few breaths to find your voice. “I can do it. I can take all of it.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

God, when did Luffy get like this? You thought you were going to explode. And then, to make matters worse, he pushed the head of his cock into you. 

“Oh, fuck.” Tears pricked at your eyes. 

“You said you could take it,” he told you, pushing deeper inside you. 

You cried out. 

“Are you crying?” He gathered a fistful of your hair in his hand and pulled your head back. “After you promised you could take it?” 

“It’s just so good.” 

“I know it is.” With that, he bottomed out inside you. 

You barely had time to grow accustomed to the feel of his cock inside you before he began thrusting into you, dragging his hips against your ass and pounding your weepy little cunt like he owned it. And he did own it. 

The lewd clapping sound filtered through the forest, drowning out the crackle of the fire. Your moans followed as Luffy reached beneath you to pinch one of your nipples, his other hand finding your clit and thumbing it.  

The feeling of his warm balls slapping against you only made it worse. Soon enough, you felt yourself clenching around him, and it was that clench that drew Luffy’s orgasm out of him. 

“Oh, it’s coming. I’m cumming. Fuck.” He grunted and groaned, snapping his his against yours as he pumped you full of hot cum, thrusting a few more times for good measure to be sure it was nice and deep inside you.  

“Don’t worry,” he said, pressing a warm kiss into your cheek, covered in dirty and tears. “There’s more where that came from.” With that, he hopped to his feet, a smile stretching across his face. “You brought me dorayaki? Thanks!” 

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Kinktober 2024: Day 3

WC: 2296

Summary: It's been so long since you've seen Law and you're struggling. So you give him a call hoping he can give you some much needed relief.

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written Law so I hope it's not too out of character.

You groaned as your head hit the pillow, your hair was a mess, the blankets tangled around your legs trapping you as you flailed in an attempt to free yourself. You had been at this for what felt like hours. Trying every position you could think of, moving to different places in the room, but no matter how close you got you couldn’t get there. Your hand was beginning the cramp, the pads of your fingers showing the very early signs of being pruny from your slick. 

You had no idea what it was that you weren’t doing, he could get you to cum in a matter of minutes, yet here you were completely unable to get yourself there. You looked over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:34am. You rolled over, pressing your face into his sweater that you had stolen last time you had seen him, as you groped around in your bedside drawer blindly until you felt the small transponder snail you kept there. Quickly dialing him, you waited in anticipation, knowing he would still be awake but hoping he would pick up.

“It’s late.” His voice was low, gravelly. The same voice he uses to whisper in your ear as he fucks into you, holding you tightly against you. 

“Not like you’re sleeping.” You rolled onto your side so your voice wasn’t muffled as your hand slipped down between his legs, your eyes fluttering closed so you could focus on his voice.

”But why aren’t you?” 

“I couldn’t sleep.” There is a slight whine in your voice as you tease your clit, rubbing your index and middle finger along either side of it. “When will I get to see you?” You heard him sigh.

“Hopefully soon.”

“But when” 

“Did you really call me this late just to ask that?” 

“Partially.” You heard him huff a breath through his nose, knowing there was a smirk across his lips. 

“Oh yeah, then what else did you need?” Even though you hadn’t been together for very long, he could read you like a book, even if he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you.”

“Is that right?” You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you so much.”

“So much you’re called at 3 in the morning just to tell me.” You heard the quiet sound of a book closing, smiling when you realized you had his full attention.

“Uh huh” Slowly you stimulated your clit, rubbing the pads of your middle finger around in such a way that it was hard to stop your hips from bucking. You couldn’t stifle the breathy moan that slipped out when you applied just a bit more pressure. 

“Sounds like you called for another reason.”

“Mmhm” 

“Why didn’t you just say that from the start?” If you listened closely, you would have heard the faintest sound of his belt being undone as he leaned his head against the back of his chair. 

“I’ve been trying all night, b-but I just can’t do it.” Your voice was breathy, and as you ran your free hand over your face to push your bangs out of your eyes you felt a light sheen of sweat beginning to form.

“All night, huh? Why didn’t you call sooner?” 

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined, forcing yourself to swallow a moan that was threatening to slip out.

“Arousal is completely natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.” His hand wrapped around his half hard cock, stroking slowly as he listened to all the little sounds you would make whenever you weren’t speaking. “What were you doing?” 

“I-I’ve been fingering myself for hours.” He let out a heavy breath through his nose, the thought of you laying in bed desperate for him was enough to get his cock fully hard at the mere mention.

“Mhm” He encouraged you to continue. 

“I just can’t get there.” You slipped you fingers down from you clit, gathering your slick before pushing your middle finger inside yourself. 

“What are you doing right now?” 

“I ah I have a finger inside b-but it doesn’t feel as good as yours.” In any other situation, you would rather eat Law’s hat than say any of this out loud, but you had grown so desperate that any part of you that was shy had been silenced.

“Take it out.” You did as he instructed, wiping it on your sheets before waiting for his next instruction. “What are you wearing?” 

“J-just a shirt and underwear.” 

“Which shirt?” As he closed his eyes he wanted to be able to picture you exactly how you were so he could imagine how you would look under him, begging for his fingers. 

“Y-your yellow button up.”

“What?” 

“I took it.” 

“I should have figured you had it.” He tried to keep his voice even, but truthfully the thought of you in his shirt was enough to force him to grip the base of his cock enough to hurt. “Take off your panties, unbutton the shirt, but leave it on.” 

You didn’t respond, immediately pushing the cotton panties off your hips and down your legs before working to unbutton his shirt. “Done.”

“Good. Now, what have you tried?”

“Everything.” You all but whined.

“I highly doubt that.” 

“I just can’t reach that spot inside, feels like my fingers aren’t long enough.” 

“We’re going to ignore that spot, okay?” 

“But it feels so good when you rub against it.”

“I know it does, but there’s better ways for you to get yourself there without me.” You wanted to argue it, but you knew he knew your body better than you did sometimes. “There’s no point in you wasting your entire night trying to get yourself off ineffectively.” God you loved it when he would slip into his more analytical self. “Put two fingers in your mouth.” He said this the same way he would tell someone a diagnosis that had you clenching your thighs together. 

You did exactly what you were told, tasting your own arousal on your fingers as you rubbing your thighs together, moaning slightly around your fingers as you swirl your tongue around the digits like you would his cock. “Take them out and play with your nipple for me.” The line of saliva connecting your fingers to your lip broke as you ran your wet fingers around your nipple. “Do it the same way I do it, take your time, there’s no rush.” 

“I miss your hands.” 

“I know you do, but you have to work with what you have.” His cock was so hard it hurt, the grip he still had around the base finally released as he ran his thumb over the bead of pre cum that had gathered at the tip, smearing it over his head. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good.”

“Now, with your other hand, slowly run it down your body. Take your time.” You couldn’t hold back to moan when you finally felt the tip of your finger make contact with your clit. Law was always very quiet when you had sex, the most you ever got out of him was a the occasional grunt when he was getting close, or a quiet fuck when you had his cock in your mouth, so when you heard a heavy sigh you felt yourself get even more wet, if that was even possible.

“L-Law are you-” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, hoping he would be able to answer your unfinished question. 

“Y-yeah.” A quiet curse left your lips as you picture him, leaning back in his desk chair, fisting his cock as he told you how to touch yourself. “Put your clit between your index and middle finger.” You did as you were told, starting to move them back and forth before he could tell you to. “Don’t go too fast, take your time.” You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as you slowly sped up, your hips canting forward. “You’re going to wake your whole ship.” he said, laughing slightly to cover the moan that came from the very back of his throat. “Are you ready for more?” He finally asked, having to completely take his hand off his cock as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to fray but not wanting himself to finish before you. 

“Yes” you breathed, taking your fingers away from your clit and running them down along your folds. 

“Are you wet enough?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more wet in my life.” The sentence made your stomach flutter, admitting something so obscene to him felt wrong but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I wish I could feel it.” He couldn’t stop himself from imagining how well your cunt would take his fingers, watching them become covered in your slick as he pushed them fully inside of you, his tattoos completely engulfed. “Move the transponder closer, I want to hear it.” The hand that had be roughly holding your breast moved to grab the snail that had been sitting on your nightstand, placing it on the bed next to you, low enough that he would be able to hear the sound of your fingers pumping inside of you. “Now, push your middle finger inside.” You did as you were told, immediately curling it upwards as you did so. 

“I can do another.” 

“Then do it.” You pushed your ring finger in next, digging the heel of your palm against your clit as you did so. You bent your knees, bringing your feet up towards your body so you could rut against your hand. 

The sound of your fingers smacking against your wet folds was like music to Law’s ears. His cock was aching, pre cum straining his white shirt where it laid neglected for so long. But he knew the moment he wrapped his hand around himself, his orgasm would crash into him. “F-fuck Law” you called to him, reaching over to grab his sweater that had been laying besides you, bringing the fabric to your face to both cover you in his scent and in an attempt to muffle your needy cries. 

“Are you close?” He thumbed his messy head, bringing the pre cum down his shaft but refusing to stroke himself until he knew you were almost there. 

“Y-yeah finally-y” your words sounded broken and they made his cock throb, his balls feeling heavy enough that part of him thought he might cum untouched. And while the curious part of him was interested to find out if he actually would, the rest of him was begging for his hand. When he wrapped his fist around his cock he couldn’t stop the grunt that slipped from between his clenched teeth. The slapping of your cunt was loud enough he was almost concerned someone on the submarine might here, but he knew he was the only one up at this hour. “Can you t-talk to me, please?” The need in your voice spurred him on, his hand moving quicker as he leaned forward, curving over himself. 

“Are you gonna’ cum, babe?” He rarely ever used pet names, often preferring how your name feels in his mouth over any other name. But he remembered how much you liked being called ‘baby’, knowing it always evoked a long moan from you. 

“Y-yeah p-please I need to cum.” 

“Use your other h-hand to circle your needy little clit.” Despite your arousal-drink brain you were able to just barely follow his instructions. “That’s a good girl.” The sound of your fingers and your moans filled his office as though you were there. His hand was moving at a desperate pace, using his own precum as lube was not the best idea but he was too far gone to change. 

“Do it.” Was all he could get out from between his clenched teeth. The sound of your orgasm throwing him over the edge and into his own crashing climax. 

You knew you likely woke someone up with the volume of your moan. Each moan getting softer as your orgasm tapered off, your fingers slowing as they fucked you through your climax. Your breath was coming in short bursts, your hips lowering and your thighs shaking slightly. “Did you cum?” Your voice was rough, and a small whine left your raw throat as you finally pulled your fingers from your cunt. 

“Yeah, fuck.” You couldn’t help the small laugh at the sound of his gruff voice as he tried to catch his breath. “Do you feel better?” 

“Yeah, I think I can finally fall asleep.” Sleep was beginning to pull at your eyelids, having been evading you for hours. 

“Good, get some rest.” 

“Will you?” You pulled the blanket that had been pushed down to the bottom of your bed over you, rolling onto your side and holding his sweater against you as a makeshift pillow.

“I think so.” His voice was heavy with sleep.

“I’ll get to see you soon, right?” 

“We’re probably a few hundred knots behind you, Strawhat-ya asked us to meet you at the next port to discuss our next move.” 

“And when were you planning on telling me this?” You could hear the smirk on his face.

“Figured you knew.” 

“What part of this entire transponder call made it seem like I knew that, Law?” You tried your best to sound irritated but you knew it was clear you weren’t. 

“Get some sleep, cuz’ when we get to port you won’t be getting any.” 

“I’ll see you soon then.” 

“Goodnight.” You pressed your face into his hoodie as you drifted off to sleep, trying to think of all the ways you would get him back for not sharing such pertinent information with you.

When your swordsman didn’t sleep at all bc of he had to deal with a several days long storm in his one-man-dinky-coffin boat but also still wants to duel immediately

Dreaming of You

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,100+, 1,700+, 1,700+, 1,400+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Sir Crocodile, Buggy, Dracule Mihawk

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader, swearing, masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, same reader!insert different outcome, chop-chop fruit shenanigans, angst, romance, smut, kissing, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here, Please read the warnings. I am having a lot of fun with this series, but this one got away with me. They're only meant to be silly little drabbles between larger fics. Sorry for the lengthy read! Enjoy playing the part of a marine spy for Cross-Guild!

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Hips pressed against one another, huffing pants and gasps were collected in one another's lips and skin as he pinned your back against the wooden wall behind the burgundy curtains of the tent door. Legs collected over his hips, he held your left thigh in his right hand, his forearm caging you by slotting up between your right shoulder and the cool surface. 

Lusting and passionate, he drew intentional thrusts that were slow and deliberate enough to brush at your g-spot and mold your pussy to the contours of his thick cock. He slacked his jaw, his eyes swimming with emotion as he ground his pelvis against your clit with every heavy thrust. 

Your voice whimpered for him, stifling your mewls of pleasure by biting down into his shoulder and crying as he bullied his cock into your needy pussy. He groaned with you, rocking his cock in slow, languid thrusts up into your body. 

“Please,” you begged him, desperately clawing at his back and peppering his shoulders, neck and jaw with enthusiastic kisses, “We don't have long until the others come back.” He growled at your words, offering you a particularly mean thrust forward and a cruel bite against your neck. 

“A-Aah!” you gasped in shock, biting your lip and digging your nails into his shoulders harder. He sheathed his entire length greedily into you, his shaft twitching in bliss the moment he felt his blunt tip brush your cervix. His hips stapled yours against the wall he was bullying you against. 

“I don't care if they hear,” he barked against your neck, tracing his tongue over the bruise forming from his bite, “I don't care if they see.” He pulled back his hips only slightly before immediately propelling himself forward and forging his body against yours like soldering iron to a hot blade. 

“Let them hear,” he admitted, huffing against your neck as he rocked his hips into yours, removing his hand from hooking around your thigh to grip your neck and bring your gaze to meet his. “Let them see.” He plastered your parted lips with his own, desperate with tongue and teeth as he released your neck to hold your thigh once more. 

“I want them to hear,” he groaned into your mouth, rolling your cheek with his chin and kissing down your jaw, “I want them to see.” He trailed his needy kisses down your neck as he doubled his effort and sped up his rhythmic thrusting. 

As your core sucked him in each time he retracted, his mind was lost to him and was filled with primal desire. He needed them to hear your sweet moans and whimpers. He needed them to see who was making you feel this good. He needed you to know who you belonged to. 

“Say you're mine,” he growled, his lips mouthing up your neck, over your jaw and to your cheeks, “Say it.” He sped up faster, his cock hammering into you with every cruel, frenzied thrust. His hair was sticking to the dewy sheen of sweat against his forehead and neck, his brows furrowed as he glared into your eyes with an intensity he had never felt in life prior. 

“Say you're mine,” he barked at you, commanding you to fulfill his desires as his cock twitched within you. Your walls beckoned him closer, the thump of your ecstasy wringing his cock as he pistoned it within you had him desperately whimper and whine your name. 

“P-Please say you're mine,” he implored you in desperation, his fingers clutching your thigh in a heaping fistful as he continued to chase your mutual highs, “Tell me. Tell me your mine, and I'll be your slave.” He begged, kissing your lips and panting through his thrusts, “I'll be yours. Is that what you want?”

He chased your mutual high faster, rocking and pummeling into you with his heels digging into the floor. His belt buckle jingled atop his pants pooling at his ankles, your own pants discarded beneath you long ago. Leaning down, he took your peaked nipple into his mouth and rolled it over with his tongue.

A string of saliva attached from his lips to the puckered bud when he pulled away, huffing and panting at the lustful display of your breathing hitching. Body bouncing in sultry ripples with each thrust, he groaned as he felt his abdomen tighten with a familiar call of his imminent release. 

“Yes,” you whispered his name suddenly, clutching his neck and carding your hands through his hair, “Yes, I want that. I want you-...” You whined his name as he pistoned his length deep within you, “Please, I'm yours. Only yours.” 

He growled his pleasure at hearing your words into your lips, tongue lapping with yours and his hair brushing against your forehead. You hastily tugged him away from your lips by gripping the scruff of his neck and pulling hard. 

“W-What? Why are you-?” He began, his words halted by the intensity of your gaze. Your lips were parted, face flushed from a higher rise of hazy temperature, and skin forming lustful bruises and mapping his treasure with his marking kisses. 

“Make me yours,” you gasped at him, panting as your lust eclipsed your eyes, “Cum in me. I want it. Need it.” His eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack as his hips staggered their vicious thrusting deep inside you. 

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna-...” His abdomen tightened further, his eyes glowing black with luminescent lust as his seed spilled inside you with hot spurts, “I'm cumming-... hhah-... I-I’m cumming…f-f-fuck-...” Rope after rope of translucent cum released within your walls, the rhythm of your own ecstasy milking him with squeezing grasps on his throbbing cock. 

You called his name, throwing your head back as he trailed his eyes over your skin with adoration within his bliss. He couldn't get enough, reaching forward to collect your lips beneath his in a scorching mess of lips, tongue and teeth. With a desperate kiss to mold him against you completely, he forged an unspoken covenant to ensure you knew you were his and he was yours. 

Opening his eyes, the image of your blissed out afterglow faded from his vision. All that he was met with was the ornate ceiling in his bedroom, his cock twitching through the final waves of untouched pleasure. 

“No,” he growled, removing his duvet with his right hand and glancing at the lustful dance his swollen cock twitched with. A last spurt of cum spilled from the glossy slit and he immediately thrust the ruined blanket on top of his stomach to shield it from his sight. 

“Fuck.”

Sir Crocodile 

He balled his right fist, slamming it into the mattress beside his hip with a rumbling growl in his chest. Inhaling deeply, holding it for a few seconds, and exhaling slowly had him assess all that occurred to him with his night vision moments ago.

“Please say you’re mine. Say you’re mine and I’ll be your slave,” his own voice echoed in his mind, “I’ll fall to my knees and worship you in all ways. I’ll treat you like the deity I know you to be, showering you in praise and praying at your altar. Please.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered with half-hooded lessons, “I’ll only ever be yours, Sir Crocodile. Only yours.” He snapped his eyes awake, clenching his jaw impossibly tight and drawing his brows down in fury.

“I begged?” he snarled, reaching for a cigar and his flint-lock lighter, “I begged to claim you as mine?” He clicked his tongue before biting down on his cigar, lighting the end with a small flame and sucking in a sour lungful of smoke, “Utterly ridiculous.” 

Pulling the duvet away from his lap, he growled at the sticky ooze pooling at his abdomen before squaring his shoulders and walking to the adjoining ensuite in his master bedroom. The Cross-Guild tent did not have many luxuries, but he refused to go without simple pleasures while working with the disgusting clown. 

A bath was one such pleasure Sir Crocodile would not live without.

Running the water, he dropped each foot into the tub and sighed out at the contact of the freshwater rising to his thighs. The heat and steam eradicated his shame from his abdomen without much effort, melting it down and washing it away beneath the water. Groaning, he looked to his absent left hand and gazed down at the scarred stump. 

“We don’t have long until the others come back,” he heard your voice echo within his mind, drawing himself back to the dream and causing him to grimace in annoyance. He circled his palm and fingertips over his left forearm and molded the flesh within a firm grip. 

The pains on his phantom limb had returned, his mind racing and attempting to draw up distractions by any means necessary. Your midnight illusion was simply the latest commodity to preoccupy his attention with lustful desires, is how he rationalized such a shameful intrusion. 

He was a fourty-six year old man, not some prepubescent teenager so consumed with the need to fuck that their minds dreamed it into an untouched and sticky reality. The pain intensified, his teeth clamping in a rough hiss as the illusionary throb of his hand caused him to shake his arm from his grip. 

This was going to be a long and tiring day.

At the meeting, he was being short and harsh with anyone and everyone to cause him displeasure. His teeth snapped barks, his chest rumbling his fury and his hair was beginning to become disheveled. The clown was aggravating, and the swordsman’s silence was not as refreshing as it was under usual circumstances.  

His right hand only ever left his left forearm for the chance to draw up a cigar, yet the sour smoke did very little to soothe his pain, and his hand only seemed to make the intensity of the throbbing worse. As Mihawk and Buggy stood to leave the room, he remained behind and he finally hissed out a lengthy growl behind his clenched teeth at the pain. 

There was not a sound in the room, a slight ringing in his ears as the pain reached his head and dizzied his mind. Eyes scrunched tightly shut, he had no context for a gentle touch on his hand over his forearm until he snapped his purple eyes up to meet with yours. 

“Allow me, Sir Crocodile,” your smile illuminated your face, gently suggesting with your touch to remove his right hand from his left forearm. He attempted to fight the urge to bark at you, snap at you and give in to his desire to have you touch him. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing, Marine?” he growled, eyes narrowing and lips curling up into a deep snarl, “Who gave you the right to touch me-?”

“Oh, shut up. You've been horrendous today and I refuse to have this continue to be cause for your disgusting attitude,” you bit back, your own lips pulling back to reveal your snarl, “Let go of your arm and let me help you, damn it.” He immediately dropped his arm in favor of gripping your neck in a tight choke, bringing your face closer to his. 

“You dare to give me orders, Marine?” he roared at you, your teeth gritting back the pain and glaring into his eyes. “I was a former warlord, little spy. Now I hunt and kill your kind for a living.” As Sir Crocodile monologued, he remained ignorant of your hands working to find the clamps of his prosthetic hook and releasing the golden cover from his arm. 

“And now you touch me, spy? Offering me what, exactly?” he continued monologuing as you removed his hook and rolled up his embroidered sleeve. The pain in his forearm was so intense he could barely feel any relief of tension come from releasing his limb from the confines of his hook. “How are you going to help-... A-ah!” He gasped, his brows tugging up in the center of his forehead as he glared at you. 

Immediately releasing your neck, he looked down at his bare forearm within both of your hands and bit back a whimper. In his own grip, his scarred forearm felt hot and throbbing beneath his cooler temperature. In your warmer hands, his arm felt encased in an encumbering embrace like hot stones sizzling on a damp surface. 

Your thumbs traced the contours of his muscles, dipping between his bones and rolling his muscle between your fingers. The heel of your palm added a tight pressure to his ache, his breath coming out in rough pants the longer you held him in a tight grip. His eyes softened, his scowl loosening from anger to pain. 

Hissing and panting, an uncharacteristic whimper fell from his lips as you silently focussed on working the flesh within your skilled grip. Circling your thumbs and contracting your hands, you instructed him with calming and soothing words. 

“Deep breaths now,” you whispered in a slow and intentional hum, “In when I squeeze, and out when I release.” He nodded his head, feeling the soft roll of your hands over his skin. As you tightened his grip, his chest expanded with a lengthy inhale and exhaled as you withdrew. 

Repeating that motion, he felt the tension in his mind begin to release him from his illusions. Focussing on your movements as your voice soothed him with each direction, he didn’t expect his emotions to overcome him at such kindness. Your hard contractions over his arm eased up, your fingertips tracing the scars on the vacant nub and causing his flesh to tingle beneath it. 

“Better, sir?” halting your soft motions, you gently placed your hand on his forearm and held faint pressure over his skin. Reopening his eyes, he felt tangible relief wash its way over his face. Gazing into your eyes, you held nothing but empathy and gentleness in your twin orbs. He leaned down over your face, bringing contact between your two foreheads and offering you the slightest of smiles. 

“Why would you do that?” he whispered in an uncharacteristic soft voice, “Touch me like that? Offer me such kindness after all that’s occurred between us?” He raised his right hand and cupped the back of your head in a firm grip to hold you against him. 

“You didn’t kill me the moment I stepped into the red tent,” you smiled warmly at him, “Nor did you kill me any day thereafter.” Giving his arm another gentle squeeze, you glanced down at his missing limb and offered him a melancholy smile. He growled at your confession, searching your eyes for a further explanation. You huffed out a sigh, smiling further with a soft twitch up your cheeks. 

“I used to do this for my friend back at the marine base,” you offered him a glimpse at your history with your explanation, “Did it all the way up until the day she died. Said something about my hands feeling warm against her skin, different to her own temperature. Soothing.”

He chuckled at that, nodding against your head and closing his eyes shut in momentary bliss. That was why you felt so good on his skin, your skilled motions causing him aid and relief. You have done this before, and were offering it freely to him. 

“Oh?” he asked, his smile tugging at his cheeks and elevating the scar over his face, “And did she manage to say what she did without you by her side to aid her?” You laughed at him, breaking away your contact from his forehead and scrunching up your nose playfully. 

“I was always by her side, sir,” you confessed to him, nodding as you spoke, “She and I were inseparable, even in cabin quarters.” He nodded in understanding, looking down to his limb and back up to your eyes. 

“Well, if that’s the only solution for the pain I’m encountering,” he uttered, his lips curling into a wide smirk, “I would see you gather your personal effects and move into my cabin beside the tent, immediately.” You laughed at him, rising from his side and beginning to leave the meeting room. 

“I hardly think that would be appropriate. Don’t you agree, sir?” you question him, collecting your bag from the circular table in the center of the room. As you moved to leave the tent, a strong forearm snaked around your chest and grasped your shoulder, tugging you firmly into a broad chest. 

“Wasn’t a suggestion, Marine,” he whispered into your ear, the smooth rumble of his voice shooting tingles up your spine and causing you to gasp. “You’re mine now. Hear me?” He grazed his lips over your cheek and down your jaw in a slow motion. 

“Mine.”

Buggy

“Oh, what the fuck?” his nasally voice huffed, his makeup free face flushing with a hefty sprinkle of dark blush, “You’re fucking kidding me.” He reached down to his cock and fisted it in a pistoning motion. 

“Had to be you, didn't it?” he cursed your name in a pouty snarl, “The fucking spy.” He swirled his cock in his palm, growling at it before he simply detached it with his balls and brought it up to his face. He frowned in a deep scowl, drawing up his heckles as he began chastising his cock. 

“C’mon, man! How could you do this to me?” He growled at his cherry-red knob, choking it in his fist, “You think this is fucking funny? You think I want to see ‘em like this?” He drew up his other hand and slapped his knob, his pelvis wincing in response. 

“Out of bounds,” he berated his cock, “The spy is out of bounds. You know the spy is out of bounds.” He pinched his knob, choking it and only making his pleasure heighten. “N-Nnngh-... Not for thinking about, not for trying to fuck.” 

He whimpered, his priorly ruined orgasm still gluing his duvet to his stomach. He growled, hocking a wad of spit behind his lips. He spat on his cock in an attempt to degrade himself further, only leading to lubricating his ministrations and causing him to throw his cerulean colored hair back into his plush pillows in bliss. 

“Hhah-... The spy is not for you, you fucking idiot,” he gulped his confirmation, his cock thrusting itself in his fist beside his head as he frowned at it, “Think about something else,” he closed his eyes, meeting the thrusts of his cock with his hand as he tried to think about anyone else he could sheathe himself in. 

“Buggy, I-I’m gonna c-cum-,” he heard your voice whimper at him, his cock twitching in his hand beside his face, “Buggy, please can I cum?” He shook his head, attempting to picture anything else. Faceless breasts bouncing, ripples of an ass jiggling, parted lips panting and huffing with eyes scrunched shut-... Your voice calling his name with adoration pouring from your lips like honey. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, shaking his head and attempting to go back to the earlier images. He only pictured your hair, your skin, your perfume, and your lips behind his eyes. Those lips used to spell secrets, split in a perfect ‘O’ as he pictured you slicking his cock up in your needy cunt with your erupting ecstacy milking him of his heaping load. 

“Fuck! No, no, no, no, n-oooh!” He threw his cock away from his face to not shoot himself in the eye with his release. It spattered the wall in a secondary wave of sticky cum like a grenade exploding on impact. “Nnnngh-... F-Fuck. Fu-uck-... C-cumming-.” His abdomen contracted as he rode the remaining waves of his orgasm untouched and unstimulated. 

Ropes of guilt shot out of his small slit and coated the wall and floor in a sticky pile of pearlescent cum. He groaned your name, huffing and panting as his hips bucked up in an attempt to stimulate his detached cock. 

“N-... No…” he whimpered, bringing his palm up to his face and clapping it over his lips. “Not the spy. I can't-... I can't have the damn spy. They're a bloody marine, you fucking idiot,” he degraded himself further, rising from his bed and wiping his abdomen of the solidifying globs of sticky cum with his duvet. 

He reached his cock, staring at it as it looked like a pathetic, slobbering drunk as it lay in a pool of its own drool. He clicked his tongue at it, picking it up and dusting it off before reattaching it to his pelvis. Readjusting his balls, he found his red jumpsuit and messily thrust it over his body in one swell motion. Instead of throwing his arms through the sleeves, he tied the material around his waist and offered to remain shirtless. 

“Not the spy,” he whispered to himself as he exited his ornate living quarters at the Cross-Guild base. Making his way to the kitchen, he was halted by a soft hum reverberating around the room. 

A familiar somber tune painted the air with its melody, his eyes shutting and the corner of his mouth ticking up as he listened to the lyrics. Stepping into the room, he attempted to mask his nerves with his signature mischief written on his face. 

As he drew his eyes over your features, your back facing away and staring out the window by the sink, he couldn't help but have the mask of protection slip away. Your lips whispered the lyrics, your heart carried the tune. You were not in your marine uniform, nor were you adorning the attire Sir Crocodile purchased for your protection. 

You were dressed in simple, gray-coloured slacks that hung loosely around your hips. The top you were wearing was a cropped t-shirt with his Jolly Roger printed on the back. His lips parted in shock as he drank you in, listening to your soft singing and closing his eyes to experience it fully. 

Before he could manage to say a word to reveal his presence, your hums ceased and your voice lowly uttered your apologies. 

“Sorry, Captain Buggy,” you bow your head to him in greeting, “I was not assuming the three of you to be awake so early. If I bothered you with my noise, I apologize.”

“N-No bother,” he huffed your name and hastily gave his reply to you with a soft blush, “I-... I haven't heard that song since the old days. Way back when-... When Roger…” He trailed off, looking at a point just beyond your hips and against the sink beside you. 

“I love the old shanties,” you chased his gaze with your own, angling your chin down and attempting to pry his eyes up to meet yours, “They're either about drinking, fucking, or grieving.” Buggy met your gaze, grinning up at you with his teal eyes beaming. 

“Ah, two of my favorite pastimes,” he added his commentary, leaning in closer and a cheeky smile pulling at his cheeks, “I’m not one for fucking.” He shot you a wink, prompting you to laugh at his joke. Your laugh was music, each soft teeter was as radiant as a lilt from heavenly minstrels. After teetering off your laugh, he offered you a soft smile with his eyes wide and curious. 

“Would you mind…?” Buggy trailed off again, nervously clutching the back of his neck and cringing through his smile, “...Could you perhaps tell me why you decided to join us, again?” He released his hand from his neck and darted his eyes between yours. 

After taking a moment to collect your breath and mull over what it was he asked of you, shrugged and offered him a simple answer. 

“The Berry is good, and it’s mutually beneficial,” you nod at him, smiling with your answer, “You were the one who offered me a choice, remember?” Crossing your arms, you leaned your hips back on the sink and glared at him, “It was either: spy for the marines as a triple agent for your Cross-Guild with a livable wage, or have Crocodile or Mihawk take my head. I chose you, Captain.” 

As Buggy was reminded of his prior actions and offered you a sheepish smile in response. Stepping forward, he reached for your forearms and waited for you to flinch away or chastise him for such a soft gesture. In the wake of such a softness, he was pleasantly surprised when he felt your fingers interlace with his own and hold them beside him.

“You know, ‘m sorry ‘bout that,” he mumbled, looking to his toes and pouting his unpainted lips, “Didn’t mean t’ have it sound so bad.” You smiled in response, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze and angling your chin down to look at his uncovered fingers. 

“You know, you’re actually quite handsome,” you confessed in a breathy whisper, “The infamous Captain Buggy D Clown, genius jester, king of fools, and calamity of chaos.” You named his titles with a soft smile, looking up into his rainforest-colored eyes with such gentleness. 

“You-... You think I’m handsome?” He asked you, your soft laughter prompted his own to slip freely into the air. You unplaced your right hand from his left and cupped his cheek within your palm, running your fingers through his hair. 

“You’re usually dressed in makeup, with your long hair tucked under your hat,” you collected a strand between your fingers and rolled your thumb over the lengthy blue locks, “And, you usually don’t have this much skin revealed.” Looking down at his chest: his messy blue hair trailed down his chest, tapered off at his stomach, and picked up again like a cerulean trail leading to the assumed treasure beneath his red jumpsuit. 

“I’m not used to seeing this much of you, Captain,” you muffled, drawing your gaze back up to his with a rapidly broadening smile, “And I’m not mad about it.” Your eyes creased at the corners as you offered him a toothy grin in response to his vibrant blush.

The hue of his cheeks rivaled that of his nose and jumpsuit, his eyes almost weeping from the rapidly rising blood pooling in his face. His Adams apple bobbed at the compliment, gulping back a dry pit in his throat and swallowing it. 

“Y-You know,” he stuttered, chuckling to cover his nerves and squeezing your remaining hand in his in two short motions, “I… I take back my earlier sentiment, uh-... If you’re interested?” He continued stuttering and choking on his words as he clumsily cartwheeled around his intentions.

“Oh?” you smirked at him, raking your fingers through his hair and darting your eyes between his, “And what was your earlier sentiment again, Captain?” You trailed your fingers down to the end of his lengthy locks. 

He gulped his terror and humbled himself by offering you a short, huffed laugh. After taking a moment, his eyes twinkled in mischievous hope as he rejoined your eyes in a smiling gaze. 

“I am one for fucking…”

Mihawk

Amber eyes stared in horror at the ceiling, wide and unblinking as he replayed the final moments over and over again in his mind. He drew his right hand down to grasp around the steel girth of his deflating cock and wield it in his firm grip. 

“I want that. I want you, lord Mihawk,” You whined his name as he pistoned his length deep within you in his mind's eye, “Please, I'm yours. Only yours.” His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes twitching but remaining staring vacantly at the ceiling. Thumbing over the prior release, he hissed in agitation the moment his fingers collected his viscous eruption. 

“How fatuous,” he snarled, raising his duvet once more from his waist, “So puerile.” His face remained vacant, his eyes holding only a touch more agitation than his usual persona as he walked to his ensuite shower. Turning the taps, he didn’t wait to feel the rise in water temperature. 

Stepping into the freezing water, he made no reaction as the icy liquid pelted at his skin; not even blinking to dampen his rapidly drying eyes. The water began to elevate in temperature as he released his cock from the grip. Gathering his sandalwood soap bar in his hands, he began lathering himself in foamy suds and washing over his body with his shock and shame still evident on his features.

The only time he closed his amber eyes was when he washed over his face, scrubbing at his whiskered chin and massaging his cheekbones. As soon as his eyes closed, he only saw your face contorted in pleasure, your ethereal moans freely haunting him in his ears. Shaking his head beneath the water, he only saw your face and imagined your hands clawing at his back beneath the water. 

Horror and shock eclipsed his eyes upon reopening, his eyes remaining that way as he concluded his shower, dried himself off, applied his cologne and skin care products, and dressed himself in his pants and greatcoat. His fingers stuttered over the lacing on his outer greatcoat, his lengthy necklace almost choking him as he placed it over his neck.

Almost stumbling into the dining space, he searched in his mind for a reason something so juvenile could occur for someone of his age, standing, and stature. He had gone for so long without taking a lover, he barely felt any lusting urges overcome him anymore. It didn’t suit his routine, his monotony, or his lifestyle as a former warlord. 

His apathetic and bored stature coming from a place of loneliness in his sovereignty as World's Greatest Swordsman. His achievements were already so vast, and he had nobody to share them with - nor a desire to begin a courtship with someone akin to his title. He had no time to take a lover, no time to indulge in whoring as it took away from his duties tending his garden in Kuraigana, and his bounty collecting as Marine-Hunter for Cross-Guild. 

So, why did his mind replay your pleasure over and over again in a loop of falsified memory? The marine spy, the confidant to cross-guild, the whispering oathbreaker; all the titles he sought to bestow you with. His hands reached for the bottle in front of him, clasping the green glass in his hands and uncorking the waxy tip. Pouring the rouge liquid into a crystalline glass, he felt a presence to the side of him.

“Could you spare a glass for me, my lord?” your soft susurration drew his attention back to the present, prompting his eyes to flicker to you. He witnessed your soft smile, your gaze assessing his face and shoulders.

Wordlessly, he reached for another glass and began readying it for you. The dry liquid coated the glass, a soft drop spilling from the rim and down the stem which caused you to knit your brows in concern. 

“Everything okay, my lord?” you asked, reaching for a napkin and beginning to clean up the mess, “You seem out of sorts this morning. Berry for your thoughts?” You dabbed at the table with the wafer-thin paper and tidied up his spill without a second thought. His eyes followed your motions, almost viewing the dabs in slow motion the longer your hands lingered near him. 

His silence seemed to perplex you further, turning your shoulders and leaning your hips back against the marble counter and staring up into his unblinking eyes in response. His shaking hands reached for his wineglass and drew it up to his lips. His mustache dipped into the liquid, messily staining his upper lip with the tart tannins. 

Gazing at his shoulders, you noticed a loop of his shoulder straps seeming to bubble within the corseted lacings, your hands absentmindedly straightening the bonds without much thought. Mihawk choked on his liquid the moment your hands brushed against his shoulders. 

Feeling the warmth float from your fingertips to the exposed skin beneath the weighty jacket, his eyes widened briefly and his pupils narrowed in an accusatory glare. Huffing a nervous laugh as his soft choke and shaking your head, you reached behind you to the pile of napkins and began to raise it to his face and lightly pat at his stained skin. 

Reactionary, he immediately placed his glass down behind you with his right hand, his left clapped around your invasive wrist in a circled vice-grip. Your breath caught in your throat, darting your eyes around his face with your eyes wide and panicked. He immediately drew his face forward and captured your lips beneath his without restraint. He hummed into your lips, raising his right hand and carding his fingers through your hair to deepen the passion.

Lips, tongue, and teeth pulled and tugged at your mouth from the swordsman, his gentle moans and sharp breaths depicting his wanton need to join himself with you immediately. He was pent up for so long, restrained for so long, and his body betrayed him in a shameful display in his dreams as proxy to such desire. If his overnight visit from you as his midnight muse spoke for anything, it was that his needs were now becoming more insistent, prominent, and desperate to be satiated. 

And you were who he wanted to aid him in such a task. 

Your hands raised defensively beside you, your eyes were wide and staring at his furrowed brow and tightly clamped eyes. He continued pressing heated and passionate kisses against your lips with gusto. Not giving you time to adjust or react, he anchored himself between your legs and pinned you against the marble dining station. Lips trailing to your cheek and down your neck, he bit, nipped and sucked at your revealed skin. 

His hands looped around your neck and shoulders, drawing you against him with an incessant need to depict to you his desires with his unyielding grip. You gasped as his lips traced up your skin and returned to your lips, your hands dropping to brace yourself beside you on the marble surface. 

Pulling his lips away, he held your face stationary by palming at the scruff of your neck and holding your attention with his honey-colored eyes. His predatory gaze narrowed in on you as his bruise-kissed lips ticked up in his signature smirk. 

“There,” he snarled at you in soft agitation, before releasing your neck. He collected his wineglass and green bottle from behind you, keeping his face in close proximity. His smirk drew up further as he turned to walk away from you. 

Calling over his shoulder, he snickered his taunting remark at you before leaving through the door, “Now I can occupy your thoughts the same way you've been tormenting me in mine.” 

You stood there stunned, frozen in place as your lips still tingled with the feeling of his against yours. The silky scrape of his neatly cropped beard tickling your cheeks, the way his tongue brushed with yours, and the animalistic desire to consume you with his lust had your soul ignited. 

Turning to the marble bench, you claimed your wineglass and raised it to your lips, immediately gulping back the tart liquid in a heaping swig. Placing the glass in the sink, you stared at the door Mihawk just left through, your thoughts spiraling and sifting through all the possible scenarios of what his words meant, and what the kiss means for you now. 

Only Mihawk knew what he intended with the kiss, and after the morning meeting, he was going to give into his desires further and offer you a place in his bed to have his dreams become reality. 

Pet Play: Bartolomeo

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 3,500

Themes: Bartolomeo x f!reader, Straw-Hat reader, mdni, 18+, smut, nsfw, Dom!reader, pet!Barto, praise kink, oral, gendered terms and endearments used.

Notes: first time writing for Barto, and I adore him. Day 5 of my birthday event!

It had been eight agonizing days of traveling with your crew alongside the Barto fanclub. Whichever way you turned, there was another picture of your face thrust into your body, with teary eyes and pens offered for you to sign the image held within by your fans. You appreciated their assistance, and did enjoy the fact that your captain gathered himself a following of devoted individuals, but it had began to overwhelm you.

As a Straw-Hat, you were a deity to be worshiped upon the pedestal held by the crew and captain of the Going Luffy. It was initially quite confronting, which then dove into overwhelming, and now simply infuriating. Their blatant disregard for your personal space had managed to make your skin crawl, and your lack of privacy had you so pent up you could burst in a rage at any moment.

The Thousand Sunny had little to no privacy as it was. Even living with a small crew of a few individuals made it difficult to find time to yourself to rejuvenate your energy - let alone now sharing the same air as those who couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone for more than was required to allow for your sleep.

What made it worse was the green-haired captain’s eyes. Those dark eyes upon his war-painted face would always find yours and beam up at you as if you were the most important thing in the world to him.

Captain Bartolomeo the Cannibal's were the eyes you would see each time you lay down to rest. Those eyes that looked up with child-like wonder as he expressed how much he adored you and his beloved Luffy. Those eyes you felt singe your back with their intensity each time you faced away, only to snap hastily anywhere else as soon as you caught him out.

It was too much.

A small call of your name broke you out of your seething, prompting you to turn to your two companions either side of you.

“Something the matter, dear?” Robin asked softly, checking you over with her knowing expression, “Have they been giving you a hard time?” She leaned back on her lounge chair to reach for her drink Sanji dutifully prepared for her.

“To be honest with you,” you confessed, piquing the interest of your copper-haired companion beside you, “This is the first moment I've had with just you guys since they came aboard.”

“Oh, I know,” Nami hummed thoughtfully as you spoke, darting her eyes towards the crowd and back to you once more, “Everywhere I go, it's just ‘Beautiful Miss Nami,’ or ‘Most Honorable Nami,’ or I think I got ‘Powerful Nami,’ at one stage - which I actually quite liked.”

Both you and Robin chuckled at her admission, garnering the attention of Bartolomeo as soon as he heard it.

To him, hearing the Straw-Hat women smile and laugh alongside him was the greatest symphony he'd ever witnessed. He felt compelled to tell you all as such, which prompted him to immediately rise to his feet and head up to the top deck towards the three of you.

“See, those names are beautiful, Nami,” you complimented her, which earned you a smile from her in response, “All I got was ‘Miss’. But yes, it's been really hard getting a moment's peace-.”

“-All of the beautiful Straw-Hat women in one spot, all lounging together like goddesses amongst us mere mortals,” Bartolomeo exclaimed with a wonder to his tone.

You groaned, hanging your head on your shoulder and pouting towards Robin. She chuckled and pursed her lips, giving a polite acknowledgement to Bartolomeo as he continued to sing praises of her ferocity and beauty.

He then focussed on Nami and spoke on her weather techniques and how much joy seeing her lightning gave him. His knack for storytelling and overemphasis on the words had you rolling your eyes and attempting to ignore him, but it was no use.

Each time you opened your mouth to speak to Robin, Bartolomeo’s growling voice barked out a whimsical wonderment towards Nami. Just as he began another tirade of how truly in awe he was to her polearm fighting techniques, you couldn't take it anymore and snapped at him.

“Down boy! Sit! Fuck, do I need to leash this guy?” you growled at him, causing him to immediately slink away from the three of you with his jaw slack. Before you had an opportunity to rephrase your wording, he plonked himself down on the floor, crossing one leg over the other and nodding at you in a frantic bob.

“You can leash me,” he whispered breathily, nodding once more with his eyes wide and wanting. “If it would make an angel more beautiful than anything my mind could conjure up in my dreams happy, I would do it-.”

“-Oh, stop with the praise, damn it,” you dismiss him, “Or I'll be forced to muzzle you too.” Nami sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to stifle her laugh while Robin drew her straw up to her lips and drank a small mouthful of the liquid.

Bartolomeo’s eyes rolled in his skull, his whine caught in his throat at the picture you gave him.

Of all of the Straw Hats, aside from Luffy, you were his favorite. He was always too nervous to approach you while either you or he was alone, simply because he felt as if he couldn't control what he would say to you. What was he to do, admit he had been in love with you the moment he captured your news clipping in his hands? Surely not.

“You don't need to muzzle me,” Bartolomeo confirmed with you softly, “I know how to behave. I can be a good boy for you.”

“Oh yeah?” you taunt him, leaning forward and challenging him with your glare, “You gonna be my good boy?”

Nami turned her head, her eyes wide while containing a squeal at the interaction between yourself and Bartolomeo. Robin’s smile grew in a large grin, her teeth now exposed and giving her an unhinged aura about her.

“I'll be anything you want me to. I can be your good boy,” Bartolomeo confessed breathily, your glare shooting sparks straight down to his cock and causing it to twitch against the seam in his pants. You reached forward, collecting his smooth chin in your fingers and smiling suggestively at him.

“Anything I want you to be?” you nod, looking down your nose at him and nodding suggestively. He mirrored your nod with his brows peaking at the center of his forehead. “Do you think you could start with being quiet? Then followed by you and your crew leaving us alone for at least two hours more than our sleep schedule every damn day?”

Nami burst out laughing, no longer able to contain her teeters. Robin’s soft chuckle joined hers, but your challenge never moved from your face.

Bartolomeo felt all of the air swell in his lungs at once, his breath snatched from him while being held beneath your stare. He let out a soft whimper, causing you to almost feel bad for him before he collected your right hand within both of his and tugged it tenderly away from his chin.

“If that's what you want, mistress,” he whispered, softly leaning down and pressing his forehead to your knuckles, “Then I'll keep myself and my crew away from you all when you need your space. I can be quiet. I promise.” He raised his head up and once again and beamed emotionally up at you, “I didn't mean to offend you with how much I like you all. I'll be quiet. I can do it, mistress.”

Your lips parted as he stood, releasing your hand from his grip and bowing low to you once reaching full stature.

“I'm sorry, ladies,” he nodded, raising his head to meet your eyes and depict his honesty, “I'll be whatever you need me to be. If you need me to be quiet, then I'll be quiet. I'll keep them all quiet. Again, I'm sorry.”

He backed away, causing your eyes to maintain their contact against his as he did so. Robin slowly held her eyes on yours and smirked as she noticed the slight hitch in your breath and fluster on your cheeks.

“Well, that was certainly something,” she chuckled contemplatively. “How did it make you feel?”

“A big ol', green-haired, sharp-toothed puppy dog following your orders,” Nami cooed beside you, causing heat to continue rising in your face and tips of your ears, “Did you see the way he looked at you? So devoted and needy.” Both women teased you with a soft coo, causing you to growl and hide your face in your hands.

“Fuck…” you whispered softly, raising your fingers to pinch at the bridge of your nose, “Something about the visual of him in a collar, leash, and muzzle did something. Damn it.”

“Hey, we don't Kink-Shame on the Thousand Sunny,” Nami pointed out, Robin nodding with a soft hum beside you in confirmation, “You wanna leash him, I'm pretty sure Sanji or Zoro might have something you can use. Or maybe Franky could make something for you-.”

“-You’re making it worse,” you growl at her. Her laugh once again rang melodiously through the top deck and down to the joint crew now being reprimanded by Bartolomeo.

“Don't you want him to be your ‘good boy’?” Robin probed you, “Have him sit by your heals and do little tricks to earn a reward?”

“Robin, damn it-!” you again groaned at her, “Not. Helping.”

“Would it help if we watched the door for you?” she shrugged nonchalantly, “Have you and Bartolomeo in a room together for you to invoke some discipline on the needy pup?” You turn and glare at her, causing her to place down her drink to raise her hands in submission.

“This was not meant with disrespect, love. I mean it,” she nodded at you, turning to Nami and nodding at her too, “We've all been pent up for a while, and you and the captain have chemistry together. Your auras align, and I'm sure he would want to continue exploring that with you.”

“Oh yeah? And what am I going to do?” you flail dramatically. Gesturing down to the bottom deck where Bartolomeo was gazing at you like a devotee up at his idol, you continued, “Go and say: ‘Alright pup, come and show me what a good boy you can be and follow some orders in my quarters’? Be real, Robin.”

“That's precisely what I'm saying,” she nodded at you, gesturing down to the base of the Thousand Sunny and shooing you with a soft flail of her hands, “Now off you go. Get your good boy.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, immediately feeling compelled to rise to your feet and leaving their company, “You're both so mean to me. I hope you're happy.”

“Not as happy as you're about to be-,” Nami snickered, only to be silenced by a scowl you sent towards her.

“I’m going to my quarters,” you growl at them both before taking a few steps towards the deck and peering down, “Let me have my fun.” Pursing your lips, you exhale a soft whistle to gather the attention of the cannibal on the surface below you. Clicking your tongue at him, you caught his eye and bobbed your head towards the hallway beneath the ship.

“That was always the plan, love,” Robin smiled at you. “We’ll make sure nobody bothers you until you're needed, which won't be for a while, will it, Nami?”

“Nope. Weather is perfect, and land isn't in sight for about four hours or so,” she nodded at you, “Go get that big puppy to learn some tricks. He looks like he'd be an animal in bed, and with a title like ‘cannibal’, you just know he eats well.”

With another exasperated sigh, you fled to the bottom deck towards the corridor where Bartolomeo was waiting for you. He was antsy, rocking on the balls and heels of his feet while avoiding your eye contact. Gently reaching towards the larger man, you flick at his chin to raise his eye line to your face.

“Does the offer still stand about being a good boy for me?” you tilt your head and dart your eyes between his. You hoped the tension you felt earlier was not unrequited, your pussy already beginning to gather a wave of arousal at your slit.

“Anything you want me to be,” he confirmed in a repetition of his earlier sentiment, biting his lip and gazing innocently up through his eyelashes at you. “Let me be your little pet. Collar me, leash me. I'm yours.”

A soft whine caught itself in your nasal, guts clenching in thick knots at his admission. Reaching forward, you take him by the hand and begin leading him towards your room.

Opening the door, he has a moment to take in the most hidden and intimate look at his second favorite Straw-Hat after Luffy.

The scent, the colors, the presence: the you. Everything was you, and he needed to commit each crevasse to memory in case you asked him to leave. While he was distracted, you reached below your bed and found your hidden lingerie collection and chose the items you thought he might enjoy.

While you would prefer to collar and leash him properly, give him a pretty name tag with your name on the inside of the material, you made do with an intricate slipknot to lovingly place over his neck made from a garter and a small length of rope used for bondage as a makeshift leash. Stripping yourself hastily from your clothes, exposed and completely bare, you finally turned and sat down at your desk and hooked one knee over the other.

He took another look at your bed before he finally turned away to view what you were doing with the rope. Turning towards you, his eyes grew so wide he felt they might flee from their sockets and roll onto the wooden floorboards.

“Well, don't just stand there gawking,” you rolled your eyes and revealed the little collar and leash, “Come here and let me put this on you.”

“Hhhgnm-...” Bartolomeo whined for you, dropping to his knees and wriggling along the floor while humbling himself before you. Once at your ankles, you leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of your exposed breasts and pebbled nipples as you drew the garter over his neck. Tugging on the leash, he played along to your motion and fell into your shin.

“Gonna be a good puppy and get a treat?” you tilted your head, gently parting your thighs and removing your knee from its place laced with your other, “Show me how much of a good listener you are?”

Bartolomeo felt as if he had ascended to another plane. A Straw Hat was giving him a behind the scenes tour of their quarters, and inviting him to be blessed with the opportunity of making them cum. He felt like his heart could explode, his panting breath picking up in intensity as he almost hyperventilated in glee.

“Barto…?” you softly checked in with him, “Is this too much? Would you like me to tone it do- OH FUCK-!!”

Barely giving you a moment to expel the words of concern, Bartolomeo surged forward and began nuzzling and whining against your cunt. His lips were pursed as he kissed every inch of skin greedily, tongue darting out to flicker at your crotch and taste your skin.

“Barto, w-wait-!” you attempted to reign him in, tugging the stretchy collar and trying to pry him away from your exposed area. In lieu of pulling him back, your grip on the collar only made him want to try harder to lick and suck your skin. Just as you pulled once more to pry him away, Bartolomeo managed to flick his tongue over your clit which had you cry out for him.

“Oh, fuck-!” you hissed down at him, “Barto, please make me cum?” You hooked your thighs over his shoulders, trapping his head between your thighs and angling his larger head to get a better angle on your entire pussy.

With one hand on the leash, you drew down your other and gripped his green hair while bucking up into his face.

“More on my clit please, pup,” you directed him, grinding your pussy against his eager smile. He immediately drew his lips up and circled your clit with a soft purse. Messily sucking on your clit, he parted his lips and kept the top lip rubbing the small bud while his tongue flicked and slithered against your slit.

“Mmm-! Fuck, good pup,” you whined, contorting your face in a pleasured scrunch and grinding into his lips. “Good listening. K-Keep going.”

Bartolomeo’s eyes never left your face, mapping and committing each motion to memory and whining into your pussy. His cock felt painfully hard beneath his pants. Already dampening the crotch of his patterned material, precum leaked from his small slit at the top of his cock at each small utterance of praise.

“There you go, good pup,” you keened for him. Your pussy was so wet, and with the additional combination of Bartolomeo's enthusiasm, you felt your ecstasy building rather quickly. It had been so long since you had a moment alone to think for yourself, let alone touch yourself, and it was beginning to show with how needily you groaned and whined for Bartolomeo.

“Mm, keep going. S-So close, puppy,” you praised him. Your grip grew firmer on the leash, fistfuls of green hair now burning at each follicle in a way that had Barto rocking and humping his pants while consuming you vigorously. He loved each moment, and he knew he was going to cum untouched as soon as you exploded over his face.

“Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum,” you whine, feeling neediness continuing to take over your motions. He hummed desperately into your pussy, hoping you like the vibration he adds to your experience. He lulled his tongue out lazily, and bobbed his head messily up and down, while paying attention to your clit and slit.

You could ask Bartolomeo to do anything, and he would do it no questions asked. He would fuck your asshole with his tongue if that's what you wanted, have you sit on his face and ride him if you preferred it. All that mattered to him was making you cum. He needed to make you cum like the way his body needed water.

“Mmmfphmmm-!!” Barto babbled enthusiastically into your pussy, swiping his tongue against you with a ‘plap, plap, plap’. While the language was incoherent, the message was the same.

‘Cum for me.’

The pit in your stomach tightened to a point you felt it could snap, prompting your pitch and praise to get both higher in frequency and pitch.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck-! Barto, you're gonna make me c-cum-!! Oh, fuck. I'm cumming-!” You messily rode his face, holding onto the leash of your green-haired puppy while screaming for him. The world shattered like glass, your ecstasy cresting from your chest and swelling your bloodstream with pure bliss. Clear cum drooled out from your slit, Bartolomeo eagerly lapping it up while you chased your high.

As soon as you cried his name and warned him, he couldn't help it. Hot bursts of untouched release painted the insides of his pants and briefs as he muffled what sounded like your name into your pussy. Bucking wildly while sucking on your clit, he rode through his untouched high with his tip squished against his tight pants.

Coming back down from the crashing waves of bliss, you released the leash and his hair, peering down at him with a lazy glow illuminated in your skin.

“Good puppy,” you giggled at him, causing him to groan lovingly at the praise, “Lap it up, baby. Gotta get all cleaned up before I take that pretty cock you're hiding from me beneath those pants.”

Where Bartolomeo would usually say: “I don't think I can cum so soon, I just creamed my pants at the thought of you cumming in my face,” these were not usual circumstances. He was with his second favorite Straw-Hat, and he was not going to disappoint you.

However long you were willing to spend with him was a blessing from the gods, and he would be held at your mercy until you were ready to tell him to stop. You were a goddess to him, and he was a zealot to your altar.

“Good puppy,” you praised him, scrunching up your nose and cooing down at him. “Now get on the bed. Behave for me.”

“Yes mistress,” he whined at you, giving you needy kisses to the thighs and aiding you into his arms to bring you to the bed, “I'll keep being your good puppy for you. I can listen.”

You couldn't help the small whine that fled your throat, truly relishing in his complete and total submission to you. You then caught yourself wondering how much you could get away with by calling him your good boy. Would he let you peg him? Would he let you tie him down? Would he let you ride his face? Would he let you bite him? Would he let himself bite you with his sharp teeth if you asked him to?

All of those questions would find their answer over the next three hours of senseless and animalistic ravaging taking place on your mattress, followed by such sweet tenderness you had never known prior.

He was so sweet to you, and you praised your good puppy until you both fell asleep in the arms of one another.

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I totally forgot that he's a lil deranged freak underneath all the trauma and can't-catch-a-break-itis of part 2

The hearts, Bepo even,are like dude

for the kink headcanons, can you do Heat, King, and Katakuri with Body Worship, begging/praise, and overstimulation? sorry if this was done before "^-^

Oh King - Hello good sir. I do believe this is the first time he's been asked for. Him and Heat Both \o/

Hmmm... Begging and Praise are pretty different to me, but begging feeds into over-stim, and praise feeds into body worship - so I think I can make this work.

Heat, Katakuri, King - let's go!

Heat:

Body Worship - FUCK Yes - Heat is, to me, all soft edges. Big heart, warm, calloused hands. He's scars and sugar, compromise and negotiation, but also firm and protective. He'll worship your existence with such unexpected gentleness - or expected gentleness if you've been paying attention.

The best times with Heat are those transitional moments, dawn and dusk, when the ship's extra quiet and people are either changing shifts or sleeping off big meals. He'll take what he gives to, letting the two of you be a tangle a limbs and lips, and soft quiet murmurs of love and appreciation.

Begging/Praise - Oh god you don't even know to both. - Praise ties into the body worship, but begging ties into Over-stimulation, which we'll get to in a moment. Soft and gentle as Heat is, I also think he has a sadistic streak. He doesn't want to hurt you in strictest sense of the word, but having you writhing and begging - your face stained with tears for whatever reason, he does enjoy that. So long as he's the source - like the other Kid Pirates, he won't suffer someone else making you suffer.

Over-stimulation - FUCK Yes - This man is a master of turning soft touches and gentle pleasures into absolute torture. He can have sensations building within you for an hour before you realize you're starting to get overwhelmed by it without any hope for relief. Praise turns to begging, soft turns into stern - dusk turns to night. The moonlight hits Heat's eyes and the tension in the air shifts. The softness and the kindness are still there, but there's a powerful desire to make you squirm, to make you beg, to make your body tremble against your will.

Charlotte Katakuri:

Body Worship - Oh god you don't even know - I'd written Kata receiving, but not him giving. The rating's the same either way. The reluctant lover wants you to know his reluctance is his own, and nothing to do with you. He'll praise and pleasure your body for hours on end, with a control that belies his size and stern face. He'll cover your eyes as he rains soft kisses against your skin, and soft caresses will carry such pleasure you won't even be sure if his words or his hands are driving you to the edge.

Probably both.

Begging/Praise - Sure / FUCK Yes - If begging turns you on, Kata will make sure you're begging. It doesn't do much for him directly - people beg him all the time, though not in the bedroom. He's far more interested in praising you, and honestly, being praised in return. Sincere praise, praise that actually knows him for who he is, is very rare in Kata's life.

Over-stimulation - Yes -> Oh god you don't even know - Kata's biggest fear is hurting you on accident. He's a lot bigger, and a lot stronger (unless your OPsona is comparable!) - but he's a very powerful man regardless. He wants you to feel unimaginable pleasure, but he doesn't want to accidentally harm you in the process. Once he learns though, once that future sight of his guides him through a few times, he delights in it. There's no greater blessing than seeing you unravel in stimulation and pleasure, and then watching you unravel in greater stimulation and pleasure because he adjusted accordingly in the time he had available to him.

King (other than "oh, hot." i have not given much thought to King, so this is all pretty spontaneous.) :

WARNING - Kind of Spoilery if you're not caught up on the anime/manga, but not blatantly so.

Body Worship - FUCK Yes - You should worship his body, he's far superior to you, after all. Lucky you to be loved to one such as he. If you have his attention in the first place you're pretty amazing to begin with, even if you aren't of the same tribe/clan as he is. King choosing you says a lot just from that, and he'll worship your body same as he expects to worship his. He might be superior, but he's chosen you, and that makes you superior as well. He won't let you, or anyone else, dispute that fact.

Begging/Praise - Yes / FUCK Yes - Oh you're going to beg. Maybe not for everything, and maybe not all the time, but you better know how to ask him for things properly. He expects creativity, and more than begging he wants to hear your praise. You might as well accept that you're going to be praying to this man on your knees a lot, but your devotion will be rewarded.

You'll more than earn your praise, and you'll get the desires you beg for. Nothing less to be expected of the person King's chosen to have by his side. (Do I think King's a little yandere? ... maybe. >.> )

Over-stimulation - Oh god you don't even know - Having you speaking in tongues beneath him like some follower lost in religious fervor is something he enjoys immensely. He doesn't really care about religion, but the feeling of worship that comes with it. The begging, the crying, the power to overwhelm you inside and out - it all comes together for him and makes the entire kink that much better.

He would never be so base as to be over-stimulated, but you're beautiful when you're coming apart because of him. He can't get enough of it, and honestly only stops so you can be undone again and again.