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Being whiny one day, complaining about everything, but mumbling with your fingers in your mouth everytime you talk. He's getting fed up with it, he'll ask a question and can hardly understand you.

He's at his desk, trying to work, but you're being a nuisance.

"Get your damn fingers out of your mouth, I can't understand you." He snaps. You huff and pull your hand from your face, then repeat what you said. It was something bratty of course, something about how he's not paying attention to you and that's why he doesn't understand.

He rolls his eyes, "Stop complaining or I'll give you something to whine about."

You huff again, then go to put your fingers back in your mouth. He grabs you're wrist and tugs it back down to your side. "What the hell did I just say?"

Ignoring him, you bring your other hand hand up to put it in your mouth. Once again he grabs your wrist, but then bends you over his lap. He quickly swats your ass, and pulls your head up by your hair. "Keep your fingers out of your mouth, or I'll fill it with something else."

Zoro, Mihawk, Crocodile, Law, Smoker, Kuro, Zeff

Randomly Flashing Your Pierced Tits at Them (NSFW-ISH?)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law

Sanji

You almost didn’t do it. This would have been detrimental—hell fatal, but Sanji has been a bit sick so Nami was on cooking duty as he was in your bed in and out of sleep

He hated getting sick, if anything he really wanted to just lay in bed with you all day, but he couldn’t risk giving his sickness to you.

“Feeling any better?” You touched his burning head nearly whining at how badly he must feel.

“No.” He sniffed sitting up. “I can’t feel or taste anything.

That’s when the idea popped up. Today was a great day not to wear a bra.

You climbed on top of him. Sanji immediately got hotter, he nearly protested you to not get close but you scoffed and kissed him anyways.

“Did you feel that?”

“I-I—I um—“

You pull up your top before he could answer and place his cold hands on your breast nearly making you hiss.

No more snot was coming from his nose, but blood instead.

He loved your jewlery so much he was toying with them with his eyes glued on how they shined on your beautiful little nipples. You laugh at his little praises of how soft they were

“Can you feel n—“

“YES!”

To this day Sanji believes your tits were the cure because he felt better the very next day.

Zoro

For this past week Zoro has been walking around the ship shirtless.

It’s not that you mind it it’s just not fair because his tits look so great and you wish he would get matching nipple piercings with you.

You and Zoro have been going out for a while and he has never actually seen you naked. There has been a few occurrences where he ALMOST seen you naked, but he quickly left the room before seeing anything.

So today you wanted to be a menace and just show him what you got and maybe convince him to get at least ONE

“Zo..”

“Hm?” He hums arms behind his head leaning on the wall of the CN.

“Would you ever get a nipple piercing.”

“What?”

“Would you—“

“I heard you.”

“Then why’d you ask.”

“…”

“No I wouldn’t.”

“Whyyyy—“

“Because they look stupid.”

Immediately offended you sit in shock

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Lookit.”

You just pull up your shirt like it’s nobody’s business.

Zoro jumps the same time your breast do and you laugh at his blushing face

“WHY’D YOU DO THAT PUT THOSE AWAY!”

“IM TRYING TO SHOW YOU THEM—“

“THEM?!”

“MY PIERCINGS! See look.”

You force his face to look at your jiggly pierced tits. He’d be lying to say they didn’t look hot. How eyes widened, cheeks red, and lips now dry.

“They’re…pretty.”

“I know right. Feel it.”

Law

You flashed them on accident

A happy accident.

You were in his room and you seen one of his kimono’s and you really wanted to wear it because it looked so cozy ! So you stripped and took off your bra too because you believed you might as well be completely comfortable laying around in his room.

You actually looked so good in it, your breast loooked amazing. You moved around and pranced in your boyfriend’s room in his clothes until you got tired and decided to take a nap on his bed.

Good news about that is you probably had one of the best naps of your life.

Bad news is you were tossing and turning so much the kimono slipped off a little

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

You jumped, Law seen you sleep and smirked. He wanted to scold or at least tease you for going through his stuff while he was away but his mind went blank seeing your bare chest as his kimono slipped down.

“O-oh! I’m sorry!” You quickly cover yourself as Law slowly approaches you and sits on the bed with and unreadable face.

“Never pegged you for a girl that had nipple piercings…”

You could see the blush on his face. Law was embarrassingly turned on seeing your little secret(s). He always suspected you had something to hide considering you always cover your chest a lot. He assumed it was a tattoo or something but this was even better.

“Yeah….you like em?!”

“I—uh…”

You took off your kimono again to expose your tatas and Law was not only speechless but feeling hot. You seen his fist balled eye’ing your breast so you grab his hand and make him touch one

“You’re my boyfriend Law, you can touch them..”

Bad idea because now that’s all he does when you two are alone or sleep.

Luffy

You were sitting on the head of the Sunny with Luffy laughing and relaxing when you got a bit warm and took off your denim jacket exposing your bra less white crop top.

Luffy wasn’t really the type to stare at your body, but since you both have gotten a bit more touchy with each other he does steal a few glances here or there

And that’s when he noticed your tits had—

“Y/N you have three nipples?! AHHAHAA!”

You furrowed your brows until you looked down and seen your erect nipples and piercings poke through your shirt on which makes it look like you have 3 nipples on each breast

“OH! No! Nonono it’s—“

“YOU DOOOO LOOK AHAHAH!”

Usually Luffy’s laugh makes you smile but right now you couldn’t get him to shut up and listen. He laughed damn near as hard when he was in Dressrosa.

You groan and pull up your shirt exposing your pierced boobies and waited for him to look at you. Once he did he finally started to calm down.

“These ARENT nipples they are piercings !”

“Huh?”

“I got my nipples pierced years ago—hey!”

Luffy immediately begins to fondle your breast. They actually feel really good bare. However when you got the piercings your nipples became very sensitive and your boyfriend started to test out that theory

“Why’d you get them? I mean they look cool but doesn’t it hurt?”

You couldn’t even answer him, he kept flicking and rubbing his fingers on your sensitive buttons making you bite your lip.

“These are kinda cool! They fit you.”

“Y-yeah.” You pull your shirt back down and Luffy pushes it back up making you jump as he got closer to cop another feel

“W-what are you doing!? Ah—…”

“Heheheh you like when I touch you here huh…”

“Luffy no!”

“Luffy yes! Common lemme…it’s just us! Besides you started it.”

Congratulations Luffy has a new toy.

da best 😮‍💨😵‍💫😩🥴

Always, High or Low Tide (+18)

Whitebeard(young but definitely aging)/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: obviously a size kink, grinding, thigh riding, manhandling, semi public sex (empty ship but it is on deck), maybe a bit of a hand kink?, hand/finger(s) riding, overstimulation, praise kink, and creampie.

If I'm forgetting something let me know.

Oh! This is NOT FOR FATHER'S DAY. I just don't have the patience to wait till tomorrow to post it. Though if you want to read this and still call Whitebeard 'daddy' that's between you and god ig. I don't kink shame here, we're all filth.

@secretsnailor

Word count: 2836

(Honestly, at this point am I writing smut for smut or just to post vaguely related mood/setting shots?)

It was quite the special occasion aboard the Moby Dick. A yearly celebration of the official forming of Edward’s crew. The party had long since spilled onto Spinx island, most of the crew evacuating the ship to join the fun elsewhere. And because the latter half of the night was just for the two of you. A sort of date night.

It was hard to get any real privacy on a ship as big as the Moby, chock full of ‘sons’ and ‘daughters’ who, while independent, are more than happy to spend some time with Edward. It was understandable, and you definitely didn’t begrudge them for the impulse. It just made certain moments more… difficult to arrange. Thankfully as captain, Edward was more than capable of pulling some strings. And a party was the perfect distraction. You weren’t sure if there really was anyone left on the ship at this point. If there was, they were likely passed out until well into the afternoon tomorrow.

Which was perfect, because you’d been dying for a bit of alone time with Edward for ages now.

Reclining against his chest, straddling his thigh, you both looked up at the stars as the ship was gently rocked by calm ocean waves. His arm was propped over your legs, dwarfing you considerably as his warmth radiated against the cool breeze. The distant sound of cheers an amusing backdrop to the serene moment.

“Are you comfortable, little wave?” Edward asked, voice rumbling against your back. Rolling your shoulders, you pressed yourself further into his embrace.

“With you? Always.” You murmured, laying your hand over his. With your fingers stretched out, you could barely lace them with his own, but you reveled in the contrast between calloused knuckles and the soft ridges over his veins. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him with a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he chuckled, white moustache shifting with every breath of air.

“You flatter me, little one.” Edward mused, hand brushing over your body to tilt your chin up higher with his knuckles.

“But I never lie.” You responded cheekily, removing your chin to press a kiss to the meat of his palm, just over the first knuckle of his thumb. His hand twitched, fingers drifting over your cheek and into your hairline. Cradling your face, Edward’s thumb moved back, brushing over your lips and sliding over your tongue. Sea salt with a bit of sake invading your senses.

“No. You never do… so go on.” Edward teased, “I know you want to.” Whining a bit in protest to the growing heat across your face, you accepted the invitation. Hips rolling, grinding against his thigh, you struggled to maintain your composure. His thumb ensuring every mewl was heard as it slipped into a moan. Just to be mean, he moved his arm away from you, forcing you to either hold yourself up or lean further into his thigh. Or maybe to view how your muscles tensed along your back beneath your shirt.

At this point, you weren’t sure you could maintain a straight posture, your hands lashing out to grip his thigh. Both of your pants were growing damp as your hips jolted, his thumb pressing harder against your tongue. Sound faded in and out in waves as your fixated on the burn in your own thighs as you dragged your clit over his leg. You wished you had removed your jeans beforehand. And maybe his. The friction of fabric a far cry from the satisfaction of slick skin over skin.

Edward chuckled, free hand brushing over your back to shove your shirt over your head. Fingertips pressing up your spine and forcing you into an arch. Crying out, you switched your grip to his wrist, keenly aware that your bra had fallen free. Breast pressed against his arm, you panted around his thumb, saliva dripping over your lips. His other hand kept a firm pressure between your shoulder blades as he finally slipped his thumb from between your lips, smearing cold spit over your neck and down your chest.

With a pressure just shy of bruising, he swept from sternum to the swell of your breast, flicking your nipple with his thumb. Determined, you kept grinding down onto his lap as heat pooled in your chest. Glancing up with your neck craned back, you looked at Edward’s hot gaze. Though he was barely moving—you could say he was even letting you take the lead—there was no doubt that if he gave the word you’d stop. Even as your muscles twitched in warning.

He pushed you back against him, lifting you from his thigh despite your instinctive cry from the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my little wave.” Edward soothed you, dragging his hand over your stomach to the zipper of your pants. “I thought you’d like to be… freed.”

With slow but confident movements, he pushed down your jeans, ignoring how wet you were. Now completely naked, he settled you back over his thigh.

“Oh, Edward.” You sighed, arching your back as the fabric of his pants ground over your soaked pussy.

His hand slipped under you, middle fingers curling up between your legs. The tips pressing over your pubic bone.

“Slowly, pretty tidepool. Show me how wet you are.” Gripping his supporting hand still toying with your breasts, you rolled your hips over his palm, thoroughly soaking his hand, “Good… Think you can take them? Or will your pussy struggle before we even get to what you really want?”

Emboldened, you lifted your hips, brushing his still fingers between your slick lips. Drenching them before he changes his mind and allowing your weight to drop slowly, his thick fingers pressed in. With some difficulty, you keened when they finally slipped into your body. Crowding your cunt for space, still you lowered your body until you sat on his hand, panting for air. There was a slight burn—perhaps two fingers at once a bit much to start off with—but the satisfaction when his hand twitched was worth every inch.

Digging into your walls with his fingers, you rocked your hips, now fully held up by his other hand. They reached so deep every time you did this—fuck was it maddening. You almost screamed when he stretched you open, scissoring his finger slowly and abusing his grip on your breasts to lift you up, dragging his wide knuckles in your open pussy. Edward chuckled as you struggled in his grip, body involuntarily twitching as you approached your peak from his hands alone.

His fingers curled again, dragging your pussy open as his knuckles dug into your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, let go for me. Let me see how good you feel, little one.” Edward crooned, his hand getting drenched as he held you still, his fingers never ceasing their movements. “So beautiful… can my pretty little tidepool handle more? I wouldn’t want to be a cruel man and hurt you on my cock.” He teased.

Hissing through your teeth as he pulled you off his fingers, you glared at him.

“Like you could break me.” You challenged… though maybe not wisely. Edward would never seriously hurt you but well… you knew from past experience he found your overstimulated cries amusing.

“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we little one?” Edward mused, lifting you up with one hand. With practiced movements, he shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties, little wave. This isn’t how I want you to scream.” Edward warned.

Holding you over his swollen cock, he spread you lips apart. Rubbing your slick pussy over the thick tip and down the side, allowing it to grind over your clit as he spread your wetness over it. You cried out as he used your body effortlessly, preparing the both of you with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Occasionally, he would press into you, teasing your cunt with the faint stretch over his cock. Showing you how easy it was with your wet cunt.

Nails cutting into his wrist, you keened as he dipped the tip into your cunt again. And kept going. Until he was settled in deep, the stretch no match for the slick that pooled from your cunt and over his cock. Finally, he was as deep as he could go, his balls hot beneath you as he leaned back to make room for you. Like you were the one that needed space between the two of you.

Settled deep in his lap, your feet slipping underneath you with your heels digging into his balls as you panted. Dragging cool air into your heated body. His hands, now only partially holding you up, sensually ran over your exposed body. Digging into your hips and pressing down over the faint swell where his cock bullied your cunt for more room. You keened at the unexpected pressure that did nothing but press his cock deeper into your body.

Then his hot hands retreated entirely, leaving only your weak legs and his thick cock to hold you up. Keening, it was only when he rolled his hips that you got the picture.

Grinding in his lap, you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning as your pussy twitched around him fruitlessly. It wasn’t like he could go any deeper, already rubbing against your cervix, and you’d collapse if you tried to remove him from your body entirely. Keening at the image, you struggled to lift yourself, dragging him from your body by mere inches before you gave out and slammed back down. Edward groaned, hips tensing as his cock twitched.

The sound sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t care if you did scream at this point, so long as Edward gave you that deep sound again. It vibrated clear to your cunt, it was so loud. So, you sat up again, lifting until you were as high as you could go—half his cock still heavy in your walls—before falling back down. Choking on a groan, he grabbed you, squeezing your body as he held you in place.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, little one. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Edward huffed, leaning forward until his hair fell before you in golden waves. It brushed you face with every thrust, the movement aided by his hands on your waist bodily moving you up and down his cock.

You could only cry out, gripping his hands as you fell forward under the onslaught of pleasure. But he never faltered, steadily slamming you against his thighs as he chased both your pleasure. As you grew closer and closer, that heat overwhelming you with every thrust, you reached out and yanked his hair down. When his chin entered your field of view, you leaned against his hold and pressed wet kissed to the underside.

His groans vibrated against your lips as he came, cock twitching as he filled your body with burning heat. Still, he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock deeper, pushing you over the edge until you screamed against his throat.

“E-Ed! Ah—hng—fuck, please!” You babbled, dizzily spiraling down from your high as you licked his throat.

“Not done yet.” That was your only warning as Edward pulled you off his cock, still twitched and leaking cum. Standing, he turned around and laid your back on his chair, draped over the arm rest. “Better hold on tight, little one. I want to see how strong you are.”

You barely had time to grip the wood over you head before his cock slammed back in. His cock rammed in deep, pushing you against the unyielding surface as Edward leaned over you. Lips and snow, white moustache pressing in as his tongue muffled your panting cries.

Still creaming from your last orgasm, Edward was quick to drive you into that burning, overstimulated place. His kiss tasted like sake, filthy wet as he threatened to choke you with his tongue. Crying around his tongue, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to either listen to the lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into your cunt, or scream loud enough to carry clear over the ocean. His movements didn’t stop, still harsh against your body as you cried out over and over again, the very breath from your lungs being pushed out of you.

Both your thighs were soaked, his belt buckle slapping against you ass when he lifted your hips up higher for his pleasure. And still he kissed you, pressing your head into the arm rest as his grip made the wood groan under his hands.

You screamed into his lips as you came again, drenching the chair beneath you. His cock drilled into you harshly still, not stopping or slowing down as you strained against his hold. Burning overstimulation dragging another orgasm from you when he finally groaned, forcing his cock as far as it would go. The mix of your pleasure was hot as it ran down your body, cooling slowly in the night air as you both panted.

Edward looked down at you with a pleased expression, cock resting heavy in your body. Shaking and exhausted, you smiled.

“I told you, you couldn’t break me.”

He snorted, lifting you as he stood up and swept your clothes into one hand.

Cock still sank deep in your dripping cunt, he held you to his chest as he made his way to your rooms. Every step forcing a small moan from your lips with increasing frequency.

Rather than letting you down on the bed, he detoured to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sinking down into the slowly rising pool, Edward groaned.

“So you did, little wave.” Edward smiled, rubbing your back, “Let me enjoy your warmth for a while longer.”

Yet his hand drifted down to where your pussy met the base of his cock. Slipping between them and teasing your clit.

“L-Little more than enjoying, Ed.” You whined, overstimulated but so wet.

“I’m a pirate, little one.” Edward leaned down to whisper in your ear as the hot water rose to lap at your thighs, “We’re known for our decadence.”

This time, your orgasm was a slow one. It wound around your cunt, slipping through your sensitive walls, and spilled over you. Driven by every brush of his thumb over your clit, you whined loudly.

The water shut off, heat now engulfing you all the way to your breasts.

Hips helplessly twitched and driving his cock to rub against your walls.

“Keep going. There’s still time to break you yet.” Edward grinned with the sensual threat. “I can’t consider you broken if you’re not begging for mercy, can I little one?”

Edward put his hand on your back pushing you against his chest. Gently shoving you up his body and off his cock only to let you sink back down. Your nails dragged down his chest, lips smothering moans between his pecks. But he still kept going.

You didn’t often have time to fuck, but when you did it seemed to never end.

His hand slipped under the water to grip your ass, pressing his finger against his cock like he thought there would ever be room for more than the thick member. Still, the threat dragged you under again.

The heat from the bath and his cock made you dizzy. Time melting like you melted against his chest until you could only whimper with every drag of his cock.

You weren’t sure if you came several more times or just rode the high of a single orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as he came one last time. Replacing everything he fucked out of you with a deep, resonating groan.

Distantly, you realized you had been crying out, the cold water finally reaching your fucked state of mind.

“—please Edward, I need it. I need you, please cum, I feel so empty on your cock—” The sheer filth you begged for heated your face as your buried your head into his neck.

It was a strangely bittersweet relief when he finally lifted you off his cock. Your cunt twitched around the empty space where he used to be. Edward chuckled, draining the water to refill it again.

“Looks like I can break you after all, little one.” Edward teased, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek before sliding his lips down for a proper kiss. When you breathlessly tugged his hair for air he reluctantly pulled back, tongue slipping over your lips as he chased your taste, “Still strong enough to take everything I give though, aren’t you?”

Panting, dizzy, and shaking with exhaustion, you chuckled in satisfaction.

“Always.”

Edward smiled softly down at you, crow’s feet riding the tops of his cheekbones. You’d probably have to be carried around for a while, but it was worth it.

😩🤌👌

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.

my horny thoughts of shanks’ huge fucking dick cause i’ve been thinking and dreaming about his cock for some time now so might as well share it no?

18+ ONLY || MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

i just knew that shanks has a really fucking huge dick like excuse me he’s a 39 years old, 199cm man for his own good. his dick at least is 20cm long with a really deep velvety red tip oh lord. a really long and thick vein that connects from his tip until his base. he’s more of a length type rather than thickness but he do has some thickness to it. with a slight curve cock he surely do taste fucking delicious. even the sight of it could make you cum untouched. when he’s fully erected it could grow until 28cm long. it stand straight rock hard with heavy balls ready to explode any moment. his dick definitely taste fucking good. has a very strong flavour, salty but it’s very addicting. smells manly as hell a dick of a very fine man. his cum, so fucking thick that you could choke on it. he cums so much that it could make your stomach full. so much, rather too much. his seeds taste bitter but also rich fatty flavour with a hint of sweetness to it. you literally could get drunk to it. shanks has the most mouth-watering, inviting, delicious-looking, addicting, legs spreading, deep throating, cum drinking, back arching, and pussy filling cock ever ong. his stamina also is no joke that if he’s super fucking horny he could fuck you for a week straight non-stop so you better get ready cause he ain’t stopping even if you begged.

yes, i'll marry you 💍🤍

DON'T tell me you too hc Shanks as the shameless pervert??!! Like the type that's very comfortable with sex and very experienced DILF lmao 😭

Corruption kink?? I thought it was obvious 🙄

That guy could talk about the nastiest kink the same way he talks about the groceries 😩 "...and then she nearly passed out! Haha, I think it's cuz she had all her holes-" "SHANKS-!! OMG- YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT-!!" but you low-key love it when he does

😭😭😩😩

A/N: YKW…. if you don’t mind imma use your amazing response to blast Shanks kinks because why not Ahahah

Shanks Kinks/What Turns Him On (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: KINKS, It’s Pretty Short General List, I Believe He Has More, But These Scream “Shanks”💀

Kinks:

Corruption Kink: He will swear up and down that he doesn’t have one of you tell him, corruption? Absolutely not he loves women he would never—

Shanks loves seeing a pretty innocent thing like yourself not having a clue in the world how to please a man. He can get off on the thought alone of how embarrassed you’d be learning about taking his cock and not knowing how to handle it and so after one night of partying and charming he starts you off by having you face the mirror in his room, air making your nipples erect and naked on his clothed lap. “There you go…ah ah keep looking in the mirror for me.” He guides your hand to rub your clit teaching you how to touch yourself, “It’s okay you can cum…” You whine and grind your hips on his and your own hand. It won’t be long until he shows you how to properly use your mouth. Knowing he took something so important and sacred is a form of ownership that he gets riled up of feeling.

Exhibitionism: Shanks has little to any care about the consequences of ignorant decisions. He could care less.

He totally doesn’t mind a show as long as said person doesn’t get too close. There are plenty of times Shanks didn’t have time to take a woman back to the ship or the hotel and just did a quickie in a bar hallway or an alleyway. Ironically he still haven’t been caught.

Dirty Talk: If he is feeling sweet he will describe what he is going to do to you, but if he is feeling like a little brat he won’t be above making you describe to him what you want him to do—

“Yeah? And then what?” You’ve been on the edge for what seems hours with his fingers and tongue switching places in your aching cunt. Your legs were embarrassingly spread open because he tied them up at the end of the bed posts. He constantly swirlied the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, driving you mad, you could have just grabbed his head to shove his entire mouth inside you, but you knew better than to disobey Shanks. “Then….I—ah! Want you…” “Want me to what, darling? Hold you? Feed you?—“ “Fuck me, Shanks! I want you to fuck me with you cock please!!”

Breeding: I mean is this even—-hello..he’s a certified dilf.

Ironically he does try to practice safe sex when he used to screw random women on the grand line, but Shanks has no problem with fucking the woman he loves raw. When he is close your body is pulled in even closer, he’ll be damned if any of his seed is wasted. His arm pushes your pelvis higher into his, this is usually when he starts to make more noise grunts and cursing in your ear. He wants you to cum with him because the feeling of how you clench still sucking him and his cum in makes his mind go numb. Sometimes if any does drip out he’ll scoop it and finger it back in you regardless of the painful overstimulation. Because he hates to waste.

What Turns Him On:

Walking around naked: I mean it’s pretty obvious pretty much any man loves to see their woman naked, but when he is greeted with you in nothing, but your ass as you bend over the bed to grab something, he won’t think twice to fuck you right there with his cock out of his pants, too eager to get completely nude.

Teasing Him: He is the master at making you flustered. Even though it’s damn near impossible to make him blush even when he’s drunk, It’s just something about when you feel bold enough to say something back at him or even whisper in his ear how badly you need him that really perks up an honest smile and an honest hard on.

The Way You Moan His Name: He cannot get enough of it. It’s so soft, and breathless sometimes while he is in missionary with you he will groan in your ear “Say my name.” Repeatedly Sometimes you can use it to tease him in public to rile him up. Fair warning though, if he is in a slightly annoyed mood you’ll pay for it later.

OP Men Failing No Nut November Headcanons(NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Bad Summary: Who last NNN and who doesn’t

Ft. Shanks, Sanji, Zoro

CW: Mentions of Sex, Pussy slapping, Oral, Teasing, Zoro is a complete ass, I may do a part 2

Sanji

He lost before he started

In all honesty he’d probably last…a few days, but that’s because he started touching himself again

You mentioned that you wanted to focus more on your training so you wanted to save your energy for the next month and not have sex

First off he started crying

But you said this because you all were getting into way more close calls than usual with fighting enemies and you wanted to prepare for the worse in case Sanji wasn’t there to save you

He did respect your wishes and so for the next 4 weeks there would be no extreme sexual contact between you both. Sanji even went as far as not jack off to practice self restraint.

After the first week it was painful for him but he managed to distract himself with practicing more recipes and training with you

Second week was a breeze, you both were able to sleep on separate sides of the bed without any issues

Now the third week…was a bit difficult for you both.

You noticed how much stronger Sanji got without having the distraction of sex and it got to you.

A lot.

You didn’t want to go back on your word so you had to do and you went into your shared room with him and you found yourself playing with your clit.

Unfortunately Sanji found you as well.

He’d be a liar if he said he was mentally cheering that you failed instead of how quick you were to cover yourself

“Y/N…. You been cheatinggg??”

“N-No! I—this is my first time I swear!”

He couldn’t even stay mad at you, your legs was spread, cunt was dripping, and he has been fucking his fist for way too long as you slept so you decided to “apologize “ by asking him to join you.

Sanji hovered over your pussy almost immediately

“I wish you would have just told me to at least eat this pussy, sweetheart I miss it…”

“But—-ah—-you were….mmmm doing so good!”

Without missing a beat he reminded you how much you missed his tounge and fingers. Sanji usually ignored his own hard cock for your pleasure but he couldn’t handle the strain anymore

You of course notice this and decide to do a move you never done: sitting on his face while sucking him off

Sanji never came so hard and quickly in his life

That don’t mean he was done though no no no. Sanji has so much stamina to make up for how fast he cums so best believe you both were busy that evening.

you both ended up failing NNN together <3

Shanks

Lmao @ you thinking he is even going to participate.

“No sex?? For a MONTH? The hell did I do—“

“Nothing! I just wanted to challenge us.”

He smirked like ^ and “agreed”

Shanks has been eyeing you the entire day, like a literal Shark watching it prey. For some reason the pure fact that you said “no sex” made him want you even more

You looked even better, your clothes looked sexier, your body looked more curvier and teasing

Shanks wanted you so badly.

He was a good boy and kept his distance though, not even touching you a little when beside you

The day went by completely smoothly until it was time to take a bath.

You were by yourself just about to dip your foot in the tub when you felt his heavy gaze behind you.

“Hey—!”

He insisted to bathe you, he claimed to have “no motive” behind it so he got behind you on the edge of the tub and scrubbed your body

He was such a sly dog grazing his hands through the thin towel over your nipples and just way too close to a certain place when he reached your inner thighs.

“Shanks…”

You moaned out his name, it shocked you both for a second but Shanks being the crafty guy he is he keeps teasing you and teasing you, and you know this but he swears up and down he doesn’t know what you’re talking about

It’s not until he eventually gets in the bath with you slowly scissoring inside you when you finally break and give him what you both wanted.

“You want it bad don’t you…”

Almost like he was amused by your greediness, you head on his shoulder, dark chuckle erupted from his chest turning you on more

“Y-yes please! More!”

“But y/n It’s only been a day? My big girl isn’t giving up already??”

His two fingers teased your clit in the water driving you mad, it was big soft circles that always made you spasm around nothing. Shanks knew your body like the back of his hand so getting you to give up was pretty easy

“‘M sorry Shanks Just…pleaseee…please fuck me…”

“You give up?”

“……”

He huffs and slaps your cunt making you pathetically bite your lip, “….yes.”

“Good Girl.”

It didn’t take long until he turned you around aggressively shoving his tongue down your mouth

He reassures you why the challenge was a stupid idea from the jump.

Zoro

“You’re such a needy little bitch sometimes you know that?”

You both had an argument right after having sex about who’s the most horniest so that’s how you both got here bickering butt naked in the bed.

“Oh because you constantly touching my thighs and ass every single day means you’re a saint—“

You and Zoro always have these arguments on who can last longer without sex so you finally wanted to put an end to this.

“Fine, put ya money where ya mouth is 1 week—“

“What?”

“One week. No pussy, no finger, no oral, not even kissing on the lips and whoever loses does whatever the other person says.”

Of course Zoro being Zoro he couldn’t back down to a challenge, but he had some conditions too.

He just never told you about them

The day goes by incredibly well, you and Zoro treated the rest of the evening normally

Which was good because it was all in Zoro’s plan

The days went by and he began to get more touchy, lingering hand holding, purposely moving against your bottom when he walks past you, he even started walked around the ship more shirtless than usual asking if you can watch him work out knowing how much that gets to you

You weren’t dumb though, you caught on pretty quick to his scheme and so you decided to play dirty too. You only wore probably some of the shortest and tightest clothing you could find, you’d constantly bend over in front of Zoro always hearing a small curse under his breath, sometimes you even whisper in his ear about the dirtest things knowing it gives a chill down his spine.

“It kills you seeing me wearing this, huh? You wanna fuck me that badly don’t you?” Zoro pokes his cheek out and chuckles looking forward ignoring you, you really are a piece of work

The teasing just increased to the point where you both were getting disgusted faces at the crew because you and Zoro THOUGHT you were being subtle in being all touchy feely, but everybody knew from the lewd comments/jokes and constant touching what you both were doing

“Can you both just get a room already!” Nami yelled out of annoyance seeing Zoro practically pin you against the wall. You felt embarrassed as hell not realizing you both were in the middle of the deck doing this, but Zoro didn’t care

Eventually that night Zoro decided to take it further in his teasing because he was tired of your bullshit

“What are you Doing?”

Zoro came into your room with nothing but pussy on his mind. He wasn’t really the type to have a high sex drive, but the simple fact that you decided to NOT have sex with him gave him every reason to want it, but he’d never admit that.

He wanted to break you and make you admit you want it.

He got on the bed shirtless and kissed up your legs and massaged them in between, he never answered you just kept doing what he was doing, if you were being honest you missed his kisses, you nearly fell into his Trap immediately but then your eyes widened

“Hey I said no kissing!—“

“You said on the lips….these are your legs…and these are your thighs….and this is your tummy….and these….are your breast.”

You were wearing one of his thin shirts, you felt your nipples get hard, Zoro of course notices and plants wet kisses through the fabric teasing around your sensitive nipples but you grumbled you couldn’t lose

You push him off and climb on top of him immediately attack his weak point: his neck

“F-fuck! Playing—dirty huh?”

To this day you both swear up and down either of you folded first. You believe Zoro did when his fingers glided against your slit and he says you folded when your hand palmed his cock

Either way that morning you both slept in and couldn’t remember a thing except the amount of times you both came in, on, and around each other.

sleepy!zoro that let you sit down on his cock, holding your waist to guide you up and down his length while he keeps his eyes closed. he grunts softly while you’re all whiny, doesn’t matter if someone hears, because man is splitting you open, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars as you arch your back. as soon as he comes he’s fast asleep, a smirk of satisfaction curving his lips . . .

I keep thinking about Law and breeding kink but he doesn't want to risk it with pills. So anal it is-

-🦊 (I'm going insane for Christmas)

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: +18 nsfw, anal sex, oral sex, afab!reader, dirty talk (i tried), law being a sweetheart btw + not proofread bc i’m scared of my smutty fics alright.

a/n: OH MY GOD I’M SO FREAKING SORRY, I THOUGHT I ALREADY POSTED IT LIKE A WEEK AGO ??? fuck. i’m even more sorry because i don’t think it turned out that good . . bc i realised that i haven’t written a breeding kink fic in a long time, i’m a bit scared about this piece LMAO.

now that i think about it, law would actually avoid pills and such because he knows of its negative effects, so he would never risk it. but he also feels this burning desire to fill you up, in a way or another.

when the solution came to you at the same time, law took the matter seriously as he decided to focus on preparing you and make sure it would be pleasurable for the both of you.

he basically spent days preparing you before actually try anal. when the day finally arrives, law would try his best to go as slow as possible as not to hurt you, he would always check on you, ask if it’s okay, if it hurts, etc.

trust me when i tell you that the second he sinks in bare he whines, low sounds escape his lips as he keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the moment fully. he grabs your hips and thrusts slowly into you. the soft mewls slipping out of your mouth spurs him on, as he starts moving a little faster.

“ah, you’re so tight… fuck–“ he groans, pulling you closer to him, getting your ass up from the mattress. he sneaks one of his hands between your thighs and searches for your clit, keeping in mind that you have to feel good too and he would never neglect your pleasure.

“law…” you moan softly into the pillow, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room accompanied by your moans and his grunts, as he momentarily gets lost in the pleasure.

“gonna fill you up…” he growls before sinking forward, thrusting into you a bit harshly. you can feel him twitch inside your tight hole, sinking your face further into the pillow as you desperately grip the sheets as two of his fingers play with your clit.

“look at how well you take me.”

law groans while hiding his face into your nape, squeezing his eyes shut as he reaches his climax, warm spurts of cum start filling you up. his thrusting slow down a bit, before halting completely as he breathes fast.

“you did so good, law,” you praise him, biting your lips. his fingers stop working on you, even though you aren’t done. “hmm,” he lazily pulls out, his gaze goes down and he watches as drops of cum slowly leak out of you.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp in surprise. law swiftly finds himself face to face with your cunt and uses his hands to push your legs further open.

“sorry darling,” he murmured lowly before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit, you moan and arch your back, hands flying to grab his hair as he finishes you off, holding you in place even after you just came right into his mouth.

“thank you,” law cups your face and kisses your lips gently. “did so good, so fucking good,” he praises you lowly, causing your already warm cheeks to heat up even more.

The Agreement

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: The East Blue is a lonely place and Buggy the Clown, feared Captian of the Buggy Pirates, is just as lonely as you. Just as hurt and betrayed. So when you stumble upon him in a dirty bar, you two hit it off immediately. An immediate attraction that leads to the creation of the agreement. But can the agreement change? Can you forget the hurts from the past and change with it?

Tags: Fluff, smut, angst

Word Cout: 4.3K

A/N: So...yeah, Buggy am I right?? He's been on my mind and has all but taken control of my brain and TikTok For You page. First Buggy/One Piece fic so let's hope it's okay and I hope you enjoy it! Also sorry not sorry for the long word count.

The sea was a solitary place. A place made even more isolating and hostile towards those seeking advancer and glory. Pirates were brutal and overall beastly folk and their captains even more so. You knew this common fact of life. Had known it when you gathered your crew of criminals who would stab you in the back the first chance they got, and set sail looking for something--anything--to fill that space which never seemed satisfied. To get rid of the feeling of being utterly and terrifyingly alone--hated. Something everyone had thrown away when they had had their fill. 

When you stumbled upon a pirate captain familiar only in reputation at one of the bars you often frequented when wishing to be away from that isolating sea, you saw something in him that had you pausing in ripping his head off.

You saw that you both were feared on the seas--both dangerous. Saw that you both were just as insane as the other. Saw that you both had that--something missing from your lives. Something that gnawed and ate at each of you, leaving a deep, bloody hole.

The fellow captain, Buggy the Clown, must have sensed it too. Must have sensed something because he offered you a seat at his table and drink in a dramatic fashion and you, surprisingly, took it. You who attacked or, hopefully, killed any and all other pirates on sight, no matter how big or small their crew was--their bounty. 

The more you too drank, the more it became painfully obvious that you two were sides of the same coin in one way or another. The more you were reminded of just how lonely you were. The more you felt pulled towards this flashy fool. A pull that had you both finding a hidden alleyway and fucking one another blind to try and chase away that hole. A hole that, for better or for worse, seemed all that much smaller when he was around. 

You didn’t see the clown for a long while after that, only ever hearing whispers on the wind about his escapades--a village here, a town there. All wiped out by his band of freaks. You kept yourself busy as well, attacking marine and pirate ship alike, finding loot and treasures when you could.

You did it all just to keep the memory of him thrusting mercilessly into you deep down--kept the fact you had been ever the less lonely in his presence as equally under lock and key. 

But, one day, when you were attacking a particularly large marine ship, a gag of freaks came rushing aboard and, their captain with them, it all came rushing to the surface--every memory and feeling, just overfollowed out of you. And those green-blue eyes full of such crazy insanity and danger did nothing to help quell your lonely feelings. 

The Marines were easily squashed by the two invading pirate crews and soon you were left with your bloodthirsty underlings and Buggy’s circus troop. Your first mate tried egging you on, tried to spur you into giving the order to attack, but you did quite the opposite. You called your pirates off. You commanded them to take whatever they had looted and get back onto your ship. 

Of course, there had been one or two that had outright questioned your authority. One or two that added to the number of kills you’d made that day. No one questioned you and left alive. 

This show of power seemed to amuse Buggy greatly and he gave that crackling laugh of his that sent your skin tingling. He called his own crew off and as soon as you two were alone, you were a clash of lips and teeth and limbs. You fucked him right there on the blood and gore-soaked deck of the ship you two had just decimated. 

You two came to an agreement then, laying together as the marine ship slowly sank. Neither of you would attack the other’s ship and or take the other's target. An agreement that ensured their relations could continue, as well as this aftermath of laying together to soak up whatever skin-to-skin contact they could. 

You limited the aftermath to twenty minutes, no more and no less. It cut at the lonely gap within you, but you were a feared pirate captain. You needed to keep such face, even when the terms of their agreement went against everything you had ever stood for. 

The terms of the agreement went smoothly for years--so smooth you’d even found it within you to bump up the time limit on how long you stayed afterward. 

You found yourself boarding Buggy’s ship once more, your crew almost completely made up of new faces thanks to you killing off more than half of them due to this little agreement and their disliking of it.

Buggy’s freaks greeted you as you boarded, keeping what little of your crew who had followed company as you wound your way through the innards of this circus-themed ship. You knew the way to Buggy’s private quarters like the back of your hand by now, quarters you had been told he marched off to minutes before your arrival. 

When you barged into his room, you didn’t quite know how to take in the sight before you. Buggy was there, make-up smeared and blue hair bed mused as a spindly girl rode him, her moans overly loud and whiny. Upon your arrival, she gave a startled squawk and pulled herself off of the pirate clown, hiding her body as best as she could. 

You’d never seen her before. She might have been a new member of the Buggy Pirates had she not been so plain. There was nothing spectacular about this girl. Nothing that might have earned her the right to join Buggy’s band of freaks.

Maybe she could do some form of acrobatics. Her spindly, yet strong body was perfect for that. Or maybe she was flexible--must be, the way she had been straddling Buggy. 

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she was or that she was fucking Buggy. It didn’t matter because you didn’t own Buggy. The agreement never stated anything about you two being exclusive. Hell, you’d fucked your fair share of men in dirty bars throughout the few years this agreement had been alive. 

But it didn’t stop that hole in your chest from growing. From filling with the darkness you tried endlessly to chase away. The darkness that made you feel hated and betrayed--deserted and lone. Just as you had been time and time again.

“Y/N, baby.” He started, pulling himself out of his bed, hardly caring to cover up the erection he sported. He wore that wide smile on his lips as he gave a chuckle. One you couldn’t help but think was full of anxious nerves.

You let your eyes casually roam over his body, which was lean and honed from years of fighting for his life. A body you could never quite get enough of. “No one told me you were here.” 

“I’m here.” You stated with no source of emotion to be found. You turned your eyes back onto the spindly girl rushing around as she grabbed up her brightly colored clothes. She looked terrified. Looked like she was rushing to save her life. It made you feel just the tiniest bit better. “Who is this?” 

“Her? No one.” The girl, despite looking utterly terrified, shot Buggy the tiniest glare. A glare that told you they’d done this before. A fact that had your fingers twitching to kill something.

“A new contortionist?” You guessed, using your black booted foot to shut the door behind you with a loud bag that all but shook the colorfully painted walls of Buggy’s room, blocking her route for escape.

The girl held her clothes tight to her chest as she stared at you wide-eyed--like some cornered doe facing down a rabid, bloodthirsty wolf. 

“I lost the old one,” Buggy said gruffly like he was utterly annoyed by this fact.

“Hum…that’s unfortunate. The old one could juggle with his feet.” You didn’t once take your eyes off Buggy as you grabbed the girl by the throat in a flash. She gave another squawk, grabbing and clawing at your wrist in an attempt to free herself from your grasp. You hardly felt her pathetic excuse for an attack.

Ever so slowly, you turned your cold gaze onto her, her face having turned red from the lack of oxygen she was getting. “Can you juggle with your feet?” 

The girl gave a few choking sounds as if she might try to answer, her eyes turning watery. 

“You messed that trick up yesterday during rehearsal, didn’t you?” Buggy supplied, making the girl give a choking cry. He seemed to be enjoying this, watching you slowly steal the air from this girl's lungs. An enjoyment you felt yourself get angered at. 

You dropped the girl and she coughed rapidly, trying to fill her lungs back up as quickly as she could--trying to escape as quickly as she could. The door banged closed behind her when she finally escaped. Buggy gave a huff in disappointment.

“You let her go.” You wiped your hand off on your jacket like touching the girl had left dirt on your skin.

“Not worth my time. She was boring.” Buggy gave a sharp, wicked laugh. 

“She is, isn’t she? Not even a close second to the old contortionist.” 

“You slept with the old contortionist?” You asked, never once giving up your cold, blank stare. Buggy moved closer, that nervousness you’d heard in his laugh earlier bubbling into his green-blue eyes. 

“She was just something to waste time on waiting for you, of course. Nothing more.” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Buggy gave you a look that told you he knew you were full of bullshit. 

“You could have killed her. I know you wanted to.” He said, his voice dropping to a rugged hush as if he was whispering some dirty secret in your ear. The tone made your stomach twist in excitement--an excitement you grew all too angry at.

Buggy went to brush his ungloved hand over your wrist to grab it, but you moved with the slightest of movements to remain out of his reach. He seemed to get frustrated at this.

“That would be in direct violation of our agreement.” 

“Boring.” He dramatically groaned. “I would have let you. It would have been a fun little game.” They’d updated the agreement once before, but never messed with the terms of harming each other's crew. 

You’d known for a while he didn’t truly keep the agreement as serious as you did. Knew that, as soon as it stopped benefiting him, he would break it. Would drop you, slaughter your crew, and take whatever he possibly could. 

You cracked an easy smile, trying to brighten your eyes as best you could. Worrying and planning for something that wouldn’t happen for some time was not what you had come here for. You’d come here to see Buggy. To fuck him and hold him and try your hardest to feel something other than overwhelming self-hatred and loneliness. 

“I did enjoy watching her squirm.” 

“And I enjoyed watching you squeeze the life out of her. God, it was fucking hot.” He said, reaching for your wrist once more. You let him take it--let him pull you closer so that you had to tilt your head the slightest bit to look back into his enthralling eyes. You bit your lip as you gently grazed your fingertips over his honed torso, the clown giving his signature grin. One meant to throw his victims into a false sense of ease--to terrific them and make them pray to whatever god they believed in.

It was a smile you reluctantly dreamed about. A smile you utterly couldn't get enough of, just as the rest of him.

“You did?” You said, letting honey slowly fill your voice. He laughed, pulling you flush against him, his hardened cock pressing against you.  

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I like it when you have murderous rage in your eyes.” You smirked, running your hand along his skin till it hooked around Buggy’s neck. You pulled him down, claiming those red-painted lips greedily. 

Buggy gave a rumbling groan into your mouth as you rolled your hips slowly into his, creating a friction that wasn’t nearly enough. He pulled your jacket off, relieving the simple, flowing white shirt you wore that cut sharply in the shape of a V, giving him a good view of your breasts. Breasts he went searching for and found in a matter of seconds. He kneaded the soft flesh in his palm, sending tiny sparks of pleasure rushing through your body. Sparks that brought to life that ever-growing need for him.

You shoved Buggy back onto the red sheet-covered bed before pulling the rest of your clothes off, hardly taking time to be subductive. You’d had to wait for nearly four months before coming across Buggy’s ship next. Four very long, very lonely months. 

“Fuck, sugar lips. Get over here.” You gladly obeyed, crawling into his bed and grabbing hold of his face so that you could press your lips against his once more. His hands, which were covered in callouses and scars from years of holding a sword and living upon the sea, grabbed hold of your hips and flipped you on your stomach. You made to turn back around, wanting to run your hands over every inch of skin he had, but Buggy laid his body over top of yours, holding you there. 

“Buggy--” You breathed as those lips you craved kissed at your neck and shoulders. You lifted your ass upward to roll it back into Buggy’s hips, silently telling him fuck you before you took matters into your own hands. He hissed in your ear, making your pussy tingle and throb in overwhelming need.

“F-fuck--baby, beg.” Begging had always been and would always be beneath you…but for Buggy, you did things that would get your reputation dragged through the dirt. Things you, deep down, never regretted. Not when you were around him. 

“Fuck me, Buggy. God--you are the most feared and dangerous pirate sailing the East Blue. Please, please fuck me.” Buggy gave a low groan, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blade as he reached down between your bodies to slowly guide his cock into your throbbing pussy. You hummed in absolute bliss as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into you--as your pussy stretched to accommodate his familiar width. 

You’d missed him in you--missed him being close. 

Buggy propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face close enough to your own that you could litter his lips with slobby kisses. You reached around Buggy’s neck so that you could pull him that much closer and so your fingertips could mess with the blue strands of his hair. Your other hand found Buggy’s and tangled your fingers between his, Buggy holding your hand back just as tight. 

He began rocking his hips back and forth, setting a steady pace that sent fluttering waves of pleasure shooting through you. Had you huffing and humming into Buggy’s mouth--had you rocking your own hips back into his to keep him as close as you could.

You praised him with every catch of breath--told him surgery sweet things to fuel his ego and hopefully fill that hole you shared in common with him. 

And in turn, he told you things back. Told you how beautiful you were. How brave and special and unyielding you were. How glad he was to have stumbled upon you in that dirty bar. 

It was all enough to send you spiraling towards your release. Buggy seemed to understand this and his pace slowly quickened. Slowly became merciless. 

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.” He gruffly groaned, squeezing your hand tighter from the effort to hold back long enough to let you come with him. 

“J-just a little more. Oh--god, yes, yes! F-fuck you’re amazing.” You murmured in honey-thick notes before claiming his lips one last time. Your pleasure built and built and built and finally came rushing through you like a waterfall, a breathy little moan on your lips. Buggy thrust into you a few last, sporadic times before his hips pressed flush against your ass. His hot come spilled into you, your name gruffly moaned out in your ear. 

Buggy let his body weight fully fall onto your back as you both lay there, catching your breath. You took in the warmth of his skin, slick with sweat. Took in the weight of him--the feel of him softening within your pussy. All of it was enough to have that hole in your chest close just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let you enjoy your time here with him before it became all-consuming once more. 

Once you finally had the energy, you moved yourself so that Buggy was lying beside you now, looking you over with pleasure-fogged eyes. With a huff, he flopped his arm onto your waist, tugging slightly so that you could move closer. You did with a tired huff of your own, snuggling into his chest. You both lay there for a long moment, your eyes closing here in there from the overwhelming comfort you were wrapped in. 

“How did you lose the old contortionist?” You asked, your curiosity finally wiggling out of you. Buggy was quiet for a long moment. A long moment that had you turning your head up to look Buggy’s face over. There was that hurt deep in his eyes again. A hurt you’d seen the first night you met him. A hurt and betrayal that spoke to the hurt and betrayal you held just as deep within yourself. 

“He tried to walk out on the act. I killed him for it. Twisted his body until he snapped.” He said simply, giving no detail as to why the contortionist might have walked away. But regardless of the reason, he still walked. Still left Buggy and all he had built for himself. And it still hurt Buggy despite probably only having spoken a few words here and there to him. 

“My first mate finally tried to kill me.” You said softly. Those green-blue eyes snapped down to look at you. “I tied her to a stone and threw her into the sea.” Buggy gave a huff in amusement before because just the tinest bit more serious.

“She was loyal to you.” It was a statement and question wrapped in one. 

“You know loyalty is nothing but a facade. They give it to you until it stops benefiting them. It stopped benefiting her.” Buggy’s eyes hardened in angered understanding. 

He’d only ever talked about his red-haired friend to you once before. Only ever told you how he had tricked Buggy into eating the Devil Fruit that gave him his powers. How his friend had taken everything from him--took his dreams from him. 

It was a story that spoke all too true to you. A story of friendship turned betrayal. Of a love for someone so deep that when it was pulled out from under you, it completely and utterly ruined you for the rest of your life. You buried your face back into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“Hopefully she is loyal to you.” You murmured with a deep exhale of breath after a moment of pause. Buggy began to laugh then, a laugh that seemed too much in that moment, but was such a Buggy thing to do. You huffed, looking back up at him. “I’m serious.” 

“Serious--” Buggy scoffed, “you want that girl dead.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you might have a better angle to stare daggers down at him. 

“I want most people dead, she isn’t special.” Buggy’s grin only seemed to widen, a crackling chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“You’re jealous.” The word set a fire in your chest. A fire that was something akin to embarrassment, but more sister to blood-boiling anger. 

“I would watch yourself clown.” But Buggy did nothing of the sort. He continued to grin and chuckle like a madman--like he was finding this to be the best sort of joke. 

“Then tell me why you keep bringing her up? Why you got so pissed when you found her in here with me.” 

“Being jealous would entail a previous liking. I only humor you.” You snapped, trying to hurt him. He was toeing a dangerous line. A line that they had never once dared to cross. You did see hurt flash in those green-blue eyes and it gave you a grim sense of satisfaction. 

You threw yourself from Buggy’s bed, the clown trying to keep you down but was, ultimately, unsuccessful in doing so. Quickly, you went about tugging on your clothes and weapons. You needed to get out of there before Buggy said anything else that would make your heart twist in panicked pain. 

“Our agreement,” He started, having gotten out of bed himself. He grabbed your arm before you could march out of the door. “States that you have to stay.” 

“Our agreement needs to be reworked,” You hissed, snapping around to face him, “if you're going to question my reputation.” Buggy laughed.

“So jealously is against your reputation now?” 

“I am far from jealous. I do not care who you fuck or when you fuck them. I do not care because I do not care about you.” You stabbed. True hurt filled his eyes then. A hurt that quickly turned into anger. 

“You expect me to believe that? Believe you don’t care when you’ve told me things about yourself you’ve never told anyone before? When I’ve told you things.” He gave a laugh that was far from a truly amused one. “That’s the best joke yet.” You cracked an equally pissed-off, unamused smile. 

“If I were to truly care for you, that little girl would be dead for even breathing the same air as you. You would be dead for betraying me. So no, I do not believe I care for you.” You pulled your arm out of Buggy’s grasp only for him to grab you up once more. “Buggy--” You warned, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“Then kill her. Punish me, but--” He’s words seemed to get stuck in his throat. This was hard for him, you realized, just as hard as it was for you. These--feelings. These feelings that, despite trying to keep them down, always eventually came bubbling to the surface. Feelings that would only ever get them hurt in the end. “Don’t tell me you do not care for me. That is--it’s fucking worse than death.” 

You blinked up at him. Tried to process what was going on--tried to come up with a plan. 

Worse than death…it was a bold statement. A risky statement. One that you could take and twist to hurt him. You could take his words, his feelings, and throw them right back in his face if you truly wished for it. If you truly wished to be rid of this man who had been your only source of--of joy in a long, long time. Only source of comfort. A man who understood you to your very core because, despite how horrible, he understood. 

He and you, for better or for worse, were two sides of the same coin. 

So what to do…

“I do not share, Buggy. Are you ready--willing--to commit to that? Many are not.” Buggy cracked a smile you had never seen before--a real one. One that was soft and true and utterly fit his stupidly perfect face. 

“Baby, you could have asked me that the first day I met you and I would have wholeheartedly agreed to those terms.” It was like the breath had been stolen from you. Had been utterly ripped from your body. 

“And if you betray me--”

“Oh, there would be carnage. I know.” You stared up into his green-blue eyes and could think of nothing else. Not a next step or single thing to say. “What do you say, baby? Should we redraft this dusty old agreement?” You nodded, the smallest of true smiles crossing your face. 

“Yes, but…” Worry filled Buggy’s eyes.

“But?” 

“I am not going to go into this--new agreement without insurance. Without proof that you can stay true to your word.” Buggy nodded.

“Yes. What do you have in mind.” A single, crazy thought crossed your mind. One that had you smirking to yourself about. You moved closer, Buggy gladly taking you into his orbit. 

“Well…” You stated softly, bringing Buggy’s barriers down the slightest bit. Just enough to do what you had planned without immediate notice. With lightning-fast reflexes, you pulled your knife from your thigh and brought it down upon the source of your idea. 

Buggy gave a squealing shout as you grabbed hold of his cock and chopped it from his body, balls and all. The clown grabbed at the empty space.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you danced out of his reach. “Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. Not for, hum… let's say two months?” His eyes filled with full-blown panic at the thought. 

“I--Y/N--”

“Baby, I’ll keep it safe for you don’t worry.” You said in mock comfort. “This will be my insurance--my proof of your loyalty, yes?” You said, backing up towards the door. You were taking this thing regardless of his agreement. Buggy gave a pathetic little whine that only made your glee that much more so. 

“But--Ah! Fine! Go before I change my mind.” You smirked, whipping the door open. “It’s sensitive!” He shouted after you as you rushed through the halls of Buggy’s ship. You took mental note of that last plea.

You wondered just how sensitive it was.

Imagine...

Yandere!Buggy kidnapping you when he was in your village raiding it. He decided from the moment he saw you he wanted you so he took you. He has then kept you as his darling and you have never left his side. Of course when he does dangerous stuff your left back with one of his most trusted crew member.

He loves you so much, your his favorite treasure. You eventually fall into Stockholm syndrome and start loving him back after resisting him for months. He's giddy and excited he has you. But when Crocodile and Mihawk come along things get bumpy.

They all form an alliance but Buggy's crew keeps getting him into trouble with Crocodile and Mihawk. Buggy comes crying and bruised to you everyday. You hold him while your heart is crushed seeing the man you love so broken.

But Buggy always bounces back even after he's been cut in pieces or beat to a pulp. His dream and you is keeping him going. But one day Buggy never returned to you. Then the next he was gone as well and you grew worried. You felt nauseous and weak with worry. Something wasn't right.

So you went to the only men who you knew would know where Buggy is. You opened the door and you let out a gasp. Sitting on a big expensive leather couch was Mihawk and Crocodile. Next to them hanging on a hook by his hair all bloody and bruised was Buggy. You started shaking in fear and rage.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as Buggy cried for you. He yelled at them and then at you to leave. Crocodile looked at Mihawk and he looked back at him. Crocodile grinned and Mihawk gave a small smirk.

They both stood up and you let out a shriek and tried to run. Mihawk was on you before you could even get out the door. He locked the door and pinned your arms behind your back. Buggy cried and pleaded for you to be let go. His cries were ignored and your tears fell freely down your face.

Crocodile tore off your clothes and Buggy started yelling louder. You called out Buggy's name and started pleading with the two men. Their chest swelled in pride as they finally got Buggy begging. Crocodile whistles as he admires your body.

Crocodile and Mihawk the use your body in front of Buggy. They cherish both of your cries. Crocodile is grinning while he thrusts into your mouth. While Mihawk looks unbothered but his eyes tell a different story; they're full of lust. Mihawk whisper's dirty disgusting things in your ear. Crocodile just groans and laughs. Buggy is broken and crying at how his darling is being abused. You just stop struggling and give in.

I might turn this into a full fic of wanted....

Mihawk x F!Reader x Crocodile

Summary: [Y/n], a doctor from Buggy's crew catches the attention of the two former warlords wanting nothing but to claim her as theirs, and gets railed hard by them.

Warning: Poly relationship, swearing, cock sucking, cunt licking, cock riding.

"Please, spare me! Don't kill me!" Buggy's pleas echoed through the room. Just then, [Y/n] walked in the room when she heard that her friends were having a banquet inside.

Buggy saw [Y/n] and immediately called out her name shifting the two former warlords' attention from him to her. "[Y/n], please help your captain!"

[Y/n] stopped and turned to face her captain who was bawling his eyes out and looked beaten up.

"No," she said with a serious face.

Buggy blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

"I said no," she repeated.

"She refused me twice!" Buggy cried. "Why? I'm your captain!"

"Really? I thought they said they were going to kill you." [Y/n] shrugged.

"[Y/n]? I've never seen her before, clown," Mihawk said.

"She is a doctor in my crew," Buggy answered.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes, "Why would a clown like you have a pretty doctor?" [Y/n] blushed when she heard Crocodile call her pretty.

Buggy shrieked, "It's the truth!" Mihawk sighed and Crocodile threw Buggy's head away and he grunted in pain as his head rolled on the floor.

Buggy's crewmates who were eating happily and having the time of their life shifted their attention to Buggy's head that landed in front of them.

"Oh, captain? Do you want some meat?" Cabiji asked pointing at the plate of meat they were devouring. "You traitors!"

[Y/n] was about to go join her crewmates when Crocodile stopped her.

"[Y/n]," Crocodile patted the empty space between him and Mihawk on the couch they were sitting on. "Sit."

[Y/n] nervously walked towards them and sat on the couch as she was told. She didn't know what they wanted but she hoped she wasn't going to end up like her captain.

Crocodile's hook touched your chin slightly lifting it up to make her look at him, "A pretty little thing like you," his hand went to hold her hips, his finger playing with the waistband of her skirt, slightly stretching it, "shouldn't be with that clown."

Mihawk never took his eyes off her. He watched how she reacted when Crocodile teased her. The red hue painted on her cheeks, her slightly opened mouth, the nervous expression on her face, it was cute.

Mihawk grabbed her head and turned it around so she was facing him instead. He leaned closer to her face, "Stop paying attention to him."

Crocodile smirked, "Are you jealous, Hawk-eye?"

Mihawk glanced at Crocodile, "That's none of your business." His attention shifted back towards you as he leaned down towards you. He placed his hand on your thigh traveling towards the hem of your skirt. His lips grazed against your ear.

[Y/n] tensed up and shivered at Mihawk's actions.

"Your skirt is so short," He whispered in her ear.

[Y/n] quickly leaned back flustered not being able to handle the tension and how the both of them were getting close to her.

"What are you guys doing?" She buried her face in her hands to cover her red face.

They chuckled at this, finding it adorable.

Crocodile leaned back on the couch, puffing out smoke from his cigar and putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Get out! And take that stupid clown captain of yours. I want some privacy," Crocodile shouted referring to Buggy and his crewmates.

"Yes sir!"

"What are you going to do with me?" [Y/n] shyly asked.

Crocodile removed the cigar from his mouth and leaned down. He held her chin before tilting his head to the side and kissing her. [Y/n]'s eyes widened in surprise and soon he pulled away from the kiss.

Mihawk held her cheek and turned her around to face him as he kissed her as well. Mihawk pulled away from the kiss and glared at Crocodile, "She's not yours."

"And she ain't yours either," Crocodile returned his glare.

Mihawk pulled [Y/n] close to him and away from Crocodile to which he narrowed his eyes at Mihawk.

"What are you trying to do, Hawk-eye?"

Mihawk didn't answer him as his arm went to hug her waist while his other hand went to touch her hair making sure her back was facing Crocodile.

"Mihawk?" [Y/n] called out.

Mihawk trailed kisses on her shoulder, his stern gaze never leaving Crocodile, "Your shoulder is exposed." He licked her neck and she shivered.

Mihawk started to suck on her neck and [Y/n] let out a moan. She blushed and placed her hands on his exposed chest, "Mihawk.."

Mihawk pulled away from her neck satisfied when he saw a hickey on her neck. Crocodile groaned in annoyance, "You done?" Mihawk smirked at him in response. He just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"[Y/n]," Crocodile called out her name making her look at him. "Your captain said you were a doctor, am I right?"

"Yes," she nodded her head. Crocodile grinned at her, "Well, doctor, I've got a problem. Can you help me with that?" He glanced down before looking back at her.

[Y/n]'s face turned red when she saw the big bulge growing from his pants. "Well, that.. um," [Y/n] didn't know what to say and looked away from him.

Crocodile chuckled and patted his lap, "Come here, [Y/n]."

[Y/n] obeyed him and sat on his lap. Crocodile glanced at Mihawk with a cocky smirk on his face. Mihawk blankly stared at them but he knows that Mihawk wants nothing but to fuck [Y/n] senselessly seeing his dick growing hard in his pants.

"We will take turns first, Hawk-eye."

Crocodile slammed his lips onto her and she kissed him back. He shoved his tongue in her mouth as they started making out. Eventually, he pulled away from the kiss to let her breathe.

He squeezed her ass and pulled her off his lap. He changed his position sitting sideways on the couch. He unbuckled his pants and took off his boxers freeing his hard cock.

"Suck it," He demanded and [Y/n] complied. She got on all fours and leaned her head down towards his hard cock. She licked on it to make sure it was coated with her saliva before engulfing it in her mouth.

Crocodile did this on purpose so her ass was facing Mihawk. Just as he thought Mihawk's eyes were hungrily gazing at her ass.

"I see what you're trying to do, Crocodile," Mihawk said before slowly lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear before fully taking it off. Her wet cunt was exposed. Her juices dripping down her thigh.

Mihawk wasted no time and licked her cunt. [Y/n] moaned and the vibrations pleasure Crocodile even more as he groaned.

Crocodile felt impatient at her slow pace and he grabbed her hair pushing his cock fully in her mouth. [Y/n] gagged and clenched his thighs as she felt tears threatening to come out when his cock hit the back of her throat, bobbing her head at a fast pace.

Mihawk buried his face in her cunt and continued to eat her out, sucking her clit and inserting his tongue inside of her. [Y/n] moaned uncontrollably at the pleasure she was receiving. Crocodile threw his head back and closed his eyes when he felt that familiar sensation. Crocodile pressed her head down and slightly thrust his hips forwards as he released his semen inside her mouth.

Mihawk pulled himself away from her cunt with her cum on his face and [Y/n] removed Crocodile's cock from her mouth. His cum dripping from the corner of her lips. Crocodile grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, tasting his own cum when their tongue entangled.

Crocodile pulled away from the kiss and threw [Y/n] over his shoulder and smacked her ass earning a surprised gasp from her.

"Let's take this to the bed."

How many times had they made her cum? Was it six times? Seven? She lost count. Her mind was hazy. They were driving her to her high. Taking turns to fuck her or just making her pleasure them and her getting pleasured by them at the same time. Her body was covered in their cum.

"Fuck!" Crocodile groaned as he stroked his cock watching [Y/n] riding Mihawk with his hat on and moaning loudly. It was fucking hot and sexy.

[Y/n] bounced up and down on Mihawk's cock, throwing her head back, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolled back as she let out her unstoppable moans.

Mihawk groaned as he held her hips helping her bounce off him while he sucked her nipple, teasingly biting it and slightly pulling it. Mihawk kissed her to which she gladly kissed him back.

"Mihawk!" She moaned his name when she threw her head back in ecstasy feeling herself about to cum again. "I'm cumming again!" Mihawk pulled out his cock when he felt himself feeling the same as her as he stroked his cock cumming on her chest.

"Fuck, [Y/n]! Look at me. Fucking look at me with that same erotic expression and open your fucking mouth," Crocodile grunted.

[Y/n] turned to look at him with her mouth open and her tongue out and it didn't take long for Crocodile to cum over her face.

As [Y/n] was about to collapse from exhaustion, Crocodile caught her carrying her in his arms and walking to the bathroom with Mihawk following from behind. They helped her clean up first before cleaning themselves as well.

They gently placed her on the bed between them and hugged her close to them as they kissed her on the cheeks making her smile at their sweet affection.

"[Y/n], from now on, you belong to us," Crocodile started and Mihawk finished his sentence.

"And we belong to you."

day 4 ; cockwarming

↠ "red haired" shanks x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1k warnings: nsfw 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Another round on me, little lady!”

Pirates swarm Partys Bar as you scramble to serve everyone at once. Makino occasionally requested your help whenever she knew it would get busy, and each time you happily obliged. However, the pirate crew was rowdier than usual today, and it seemed as though you couldn’t catch a break.

“I’ll be right with you!” You call out to the pirate as you rush to sweep up some broken glass that was dropped by one of the piss-ass drunk crew members. 

As you pass by, you feel a calloused hand skim the back of your ass. You don’t even have to look behind you to know exactly who it belongs to—Shanks.

You and Shanks have done some things in the past, mostly involving him dragging you away to fuck you when he was pumped up on adrenaline from his time at sea.

You ignore his advances this time, too focused on trying to cater to all of his crew. But the second time you’re forced to pass him, serving more rounds of whiskey to his men, he wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and pulls you towards him.

“Shanks!” You gasp. He paws at your ass from his seat on the stool, kneading the soft flesh as laughs at your surprised expression. “I’m supposed to be working!”

He rolls his eyes. “Makino doesn’t even pay you. Take a break with me.”

You finally comply, silently agreeing that you were working way harder than you wanted to be. Makino was busy with patrons at the other side of the bar, and most of the pirates that you were catering to were either passed out or too drunk to comprehend anything.

Shanks settles you into his lap as he brings his lips to yours. He cups your face with hand as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His warmth envelopes you as you play with the ends of his hair while he caresses your backside.

“I want to try something,” Shanks mumbles into your neck as you pull away for some air.

You hum, encouraging him to continue.

“Let me put my cock in you.”

You freeze. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing on your mind.

“Shanks, we’re in public! In—in front of your crew!” You whisper through clenched teeth and look around frantically, hoping no one heard him.

He sighs, a crease forming between his brow. “Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you now. Just…let it rest in there.” He starts to trail kisses down your neck. “It’ll feel good for both of us.”

“But what if they see?” you ask shakily, your hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for support.

Shanks grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “C’mon, babe. Everyone’s already slurring their speech. They won’t be able to remember anything come tomorrow morning. And if they do, then they just know you belong to me.”

You bite your lip, chewing on it as you get lost in thought. His words had a wave of heat surging through your body, but you still had to think rationally about what you were about to do. It was risky, but it may just be worth it.

“Alright,” you confirm. Shanks grins heartily, smile lines becoming prominent around his eyes. You move your body so that it covers his front, and you start to slowly remove his cock from their breaches. Through his pants you can already feel how hard he was, pulsing through the material.

You pull your skirt up slightly and push your underwear to the side. You dip your fingers inside yourself, not surprised to feel that you were already wet. You lower yourself onto Shanks as he hisses, his cock throbbing as you slowly guide him inside of you.

Fully seated on his lap now, you adjust your skirt so that it covers where the two of you remain connected. 

“There we go,” he soothes. “Nice and full, huh?” You whine and give him a curt nod, trying to stop your body from reacting from the amount of pleasure surging through it at that moment. No one seems to notice what the two of you were doing, but it still sends a thrill down your spine.

You continue to kiss him as you clench down onto cock. He groans at the sensation, pleasing you even more. Shanks runs his hand down to your lower stomach, stroking the area.

“You feel me in there?”

His large hand continues to rub circles in the area, pressing down in spots that make you gasp. You can feel him in there—so much more than usual, now that he’s not pumping in and out. It feels more intimate with him like this, and you lean into his chest as your walls continue to tighten.

You begin to shift ever-so-slightly on top of Shanks and arch into him as he groans into your lips and stills your hips with his hand. “You’re killing me, baby.” 

You laugh, and your pussy clenches around him even more. 

“Won’t be able to last any longer,” he pants and burrows his face into your neck.

“Good,” you tease, smirking as you see his eyes heat up. His cock pulsates, and his orgasm is silent, the only indicator being the clench of his jaw and the slight quiver in his brow.

“Hey, I need some help over here!” Makino’s voice rings throughout the bar, and suddenly you’re brought back to reality, remembering just exactly where you were and what kind of situation you were in. You remove yourself from Shanks’ lap, shuddering at the sudden heat from him leaving your body.

“Coming!” You say, slapping Shanks in the leg as he snickers behind you.

You adjust your skirt, ignoring the cum that starts to leak out of you as you scurry to help Makino with the bar patrons. The whole time, you can feel Shanks’ eyes follow you.

% — vinsmoke sanji & fem!reader ] — 0.1k+

❝ explicit content # fluff # soft dom!sanji x sub!reader # aftercare ❞

✰ - apologies for the long wait guys i was watching one piece. i recommend watching it because its actually good (gets good at episode 32)

✰ - sanji who just loves to have slow, soft sex with you, intertwining his hands with yours as he slowly thrusts into you to relish the feeling of your tight, warm cunt wrapping around him, making it hard for him to pull out. 

✰ - sanji who loves to praise you, giving you words of affirmation and telling you how good you’re doing taking his cock. 

✰ - sanji who loves to leave hickies in difficult spots to hide so everyone knows who you belong too.

✰ - sanji who cums inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white with the intent to breed.

✰ - sanji who covers your face in kisses after your heated session, asking if you’re okay and did he perform well, to which you respond with a simple yes.

✰ - sanji who feels at ease when you’re all bundled next to him, stacked in his clothing, sleeping right next to him.

✰ - sanji who plays with your hair to send you into a deep sleep, combing his fingers through the strands to untangle them. he slowly starts to doze off next to you, whispering a calm “i love you” to you.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

☾2024 Kinktober☽ ∼ Anime Edition

Yours truly: Hii my name is Adri and this my first time writing on Tumblr and smut. I've decided last minute to join at the best time of the year. If anyone is reading this and wants to start a tag list I can. I hope you all enjoy my writing and have a happy month! Thank you.

p.s. I spun a wheel for everything except for a few characters and prompts I already had in mind, but besides that everything is basically at random.

Tag List: @regu1ar-huh

*•.¸♡ Week 1 ♡¸.•*

October 1st: Feitan Portor ☠ Somnophilia

October 8th: Rin Matsuoka ☠ Biting Kink

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October 9th: Roronoa Zoro ☠ Marathon Sex

October 12th: Erwin Smith ☠ Breeding Kink

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October 15th: Kuroko Tetsuya ☠ First Time Sex

October 17th: Naruto Uzumaki ☠ Clones/ Double Penetration

October 19th: Armin Arlert ☠ Pegging Kink

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October 22nd: Megumi Fushiguro ☠ Stress Relief Sex

October 25th: Monkey D. Luffy ☠ Belly Bulge/Size Kink

October 28th: Laxus Dreyar ☠ Lightning Kink

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October 31st: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro ☠ Apology Sex

18+ under cut! MDNI!!

The uncensored version is in my twitter! 😉

do u think u could write a modern AU for koby from one piece (specifically the live action) where he's a virgin and reader is more experienced so she rides him and praises him while taking his virginity? cause just imagine him whimpering and whining from the feeling of being in u and he's only ever used his hand so its all new for him

Can't Wait (virgin!Koby x F!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem reviving), p in v, hair pulling, college AU, established relationship, biting, praise, fluff

Word Count: 718

Notes: MORGAN FUCKING DAVIES IS SO PRETTY MY GOD also writer's block is so ASS

"This good?" you asked, slowly sinking down on his cock. Moments before you guys were just watching a movie, laughing and telling jokes when suddenly Koby asked- no, he pleaded for you to finally take you guys' relationship to the next level.

His hands roamed your body, gripping and squeezing at your hips, thighs, ass and tits. He looked up at you and nodded, "Yes, yes it's good ah!" he moaned, head resting on your shoulder.

"Let me know when you want me to move." you sat still, or as still as you possibly could but Koby was filling you up and you just wanted to move and feel him twitch inside of you.

You didn't want to be rough with him especially considering that it's his first time. But at the same time, you just wanted to bounce on his cock and hear his whines fill the room.

"I'm ready, y-you can move..." his face was red, and his lips swollen from the number of times you've kissed him. You lifted yourself up and slowly sunk down. You repeated this slowly for a little before his whimpers filled your ears. You didn't want to go too fast for him, so you buried your head in his neck and sunk your teeth in his flesh. Biting and sucking, leaving marks that contrasted his skin.

He dug his nails in the fat of your thighs and hip. "Can you...can you go faster? P-Please...?" He asked, letting out an airy moan. "Yeah, baby." you smiled, picking up your pace.

Koby threw his head back and grabbed at your hips. The warm feeling of your gummy walls and the way you clenched around him was such a wonderful feeling. God, he wonders why he didn't ask for this sooner.

Usually he'd just jerk off to a memory of you, or even your voice just wondering how you felt but the poor boy was just too nervous to ask, he's glad he did though. Finally getting that feeling of your skin on his, your pretty cunt swallowing his cock, Even your moans which were growing louder and louder made him wish he asked way sooner.

"You're doing s'good baby, so so good,"

The praise went in his ear and sent shivers down his body. He never thought he'd like that. He'd do whatever you wanted just to hear those words fall from your perfect lips.

Koby's hips bucked up and he pulled you down at the same time, earning a gasp from you. The feeling was so good that he just kept doing it. You gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him. He slowed his movements, "W-what? Did you not like it? I could stop,"

"No! No, I liked it. Please, keep going,"

He looked up at you and nodded, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed and lifted his hips while having you bounce on him.

Though, your legs started getting just a bit tired, but you wanted to keep going, to make his first time the best time.

"I- I'm gonna cum,"

"Then cum baby, you did so good, look so pretty under me."

"I do?"

The way he asked that while looking up at you. The way his glasses were fogging up and resting on the lower part of his nose. His lips were wet and puffy and red from the number of times you've kissed him and the number of times he has been biting and tugging at his lips.

You nodded your head as best as you could. Your hips started to stutter, and you tugged at Koby's hair. He moaned into your shoulder and pulled you extremely and impossibly close to him.

Your thighs tightened around his hips as the two of you came. The euphoric feeling of your cum sliding down his cock and onto his thighs made him slightly blush and may have gotten him hard again.

He rested his head in between your neck and held you for a while. When he leaned back and looked at you through low lids and a flushed face he smiled.

"Thank you,"

His voice was raspy and hoarse.

"You're welcome, my pretty boy.

"Do you think..we could go again?" he asked, fingers lightly tracing circles on your hips, "Yeah, but you're taking the lead."

thinking about boyfriend! sanji who randomly gets horny from just looking at you half of the time. it would be small things that turn him on too.. like the way your shoulder look in your new tube top. or the way your ass looks when you bend over to grab a pan for him in the kitchen. or just seeing you apply lipgloss on your plump lips hes instantly thinking about how your clear glossed lips look around his cock. or how they part when he fucks you or eats you out 5 different times to hell. pulls you in the bathroom or into a abandoned space on the ship where no one will see you. he's automatically begging you to let him experience the heavenly feeling of eating your hot cunt or for you to even bless him with the pleasure of your pillowy lips even touching his tip. idk i just like sanji

thinking about nami fingering you. everyone on the ship has gone to their own respective areas and you and nami are finally alone. she has you seated on her lap with your legs spread open in a straight up ungodly position. her fingers plunged deep inside your dripping cunt hitting your sweet spot every time. her free arm is holding you by the waist, keeping your back pressed against her to keep you as still as she can while her thumb rubs your clit and it has you seeing stars. you can't help the combination of whines and moans that come out your mouth even though she's pleading with you to "be quiet baby.." and "you dont want anyone to hear us right?". and you try to be quiet but you can't hold in all your sobs of pleasure. The only time you quiet down is when she pulls her fingers out your pussy and down your throat making you suck on them. "thought I told you to be quiet, princess? guess ill shut you up myself."

(I don't) wish you the worst (Eustass Kid X AFAB!Reader)

Halloween is tonight, and after pestering your Best Friend Kid for long enough, you had managed to get him to at least dress up with you - you were a bit embarrassed about the basic topic - Angel and Demon - but that was now the least of your concerns, when you stood in the bathroom of Kid's house and looked at the white costume with bloodstains on it. Damned be your frequent nosebleeds and the fact you didn't take anything spare with you. What a shame it would be for Kid to see you like this, right?

NSFW below

Not Beta-Read, we die like Marines.

I don't use warnings lightly, so be warned. This one is focused on drunk sex. The Reader and Kid are both drunk. The Reader falls unconscious multiple times during intercourse without Kid stopping. It is only for a few seconds each time, but there is heavily discussed material of the effects of Alcohol, such as numbness, the increased intensity of touch, colours and the inability to think correctly. The Reader is technically not in a state of mind for such a decision, but neither is Kid. Warnings for Haemotolagnia, rather known as a blood fetish? Mentions of choking. If you are uncomfortable, leave. I will build in a possibility to skip over the Smut, but please, if this is not your thing, keep scrolling. This is a serious topic. Ƹ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠Ʒ For the Alcohol-effect cut, ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗ for the Smut cut

It had already been a Surprise to you, that Kid even accepted to host a Halloween Party - especially at his house, since he really dreaded cleaning it up, but getting him to dress up with you in a partner look? Most definitely unexpected.

He had been fairly stubborn however, insisting on his topic of Pirate King and Queen, when you told him, that that was cool but just too overplayed for the red head, considering that was his childhood go-to costume.

You had looked up some costumes and ended up comissioning one for him, since he never seemed to like the ones you looked up to buy - and you couldn't sow at all, so you never really saw his costume, until he entered the living room with two Bitburger Beer in hand, after you had let yourself in.

The thing was, you had a crush on your best friend for a long while, way too long for it to still be a complete secret - Killer and Heat knew, while Wire suspected something. The only clueless one was Kid, but you knew, based on the years of accompanying him, that he didn't do relationships, or, if he did, they were purely physical and didn't last long. But you weren't that type of person, and instead of ruining your friendship with him you had just decided to get over him.

But now, seeing him near bare-chested, four black straps connecting right underneath the meeting point if his way too well toned pecs, golden metal ring, undoubtedly being cold, with the fur coat and the black horns nearly sprouting out of his tulip-like hair, pants tighter than Kid used to wear, you just couldn't deny your crush. It was still there, and it was currently boiling tea to throw it in your face. And it worked. You were flabbergasted as you accepted the beer, opening it with your teeth.

He was your demon, at least for one Halloween, and you were his angel, at least for one Halloween. You hoped it would be enough. You also had opted for something more revealing, not too extreme, but definitely sluttier than what you normally wore: white shorts, showing the bottom half of your round ass cheeks, as well as a white, bigger sheer white shirt, messily and only partially tugged into the pants, a white tank top underneath. You had some gold accessories and white feathers as earrings to symbolise the wings.

You were still waiting for another girl of the group, she had just gotten her PhD, and thus would arrive a bit late, but would definitely come over, until then you'd talk and drink a bit. The conversation with the boys usually turned out to go one if two ways: Something with Violence, or something dirty. Those were just their interests and neither you, nor Adission, the other one, minded one bit, they were just very entertaining to listen and to add to.

This time was no different, swaying from the topic of waiting, to the topic of work, to the topic of guns and the specific new models. You supposed this was normal for soldiers in the Military and one that runs a gun shop.

When Adission arrived, Kid layed out some music and the party started - with Mario Kart, because of course it would, it was a great game! Wire was the undefeated champion though and kicked everyone's butts. Next in the Table was Mario Party 8, old but gold, you and Adission Teaming up, as well as Kid and Heat and Wire and Killer. It was a wild ride, with lots of curses, but Killers foresight was something to behold - and the duo's skill in Mario games. The evening continued with little games. A buffet and lots of alcohol.

Maybe that was what landed you in this place. You had simply sneezed once and had felt the thick liquid slowly making it's way down the inside of your nose, when you quickly threw the controller at Killer, a Sto not lose this match of Smash against Kid, holding out a hand under your nose, tipping your head forward, hunching über a little and running to the bathroom with a quick "Fuck"

No chance though, the time it had cost you to get past Wire, Heat and Adission, had soaked your white shirt, where most of the blood had dropped. Even staining your tank top. Great. Today if all days, fitting, you thought with a butter taste in your mouth. Both, from the blood and from the Irony. You washed your hands, while your nose was still running, not liking the feeling of drying blood on your hands.

After round about five minutes your bleeding had stopped, your face and sink were both clean, only thing missing was leaning your clothes. That however, didn't work. ou tried, in hopes it might work this once, but as expected you only smeared the blood further. Devasted, you looked into the mirror, trying to figure a way out if this mess. Your phone was with your friends, you couldn't go to your friends, because of, well.. Kid.

It's not like you were embarrassed, everyone knew about your frequent nosebleeds, that was no secret. The Problem behind this was, that Kid had haemotolangia. He got turned on by blood. And it wasn't like it's small, like it would only arouse him on a naked body, if there was blood, it made him run hit, but if it popped? You avoided such a situation once before, when he told you about it, because you had cut your finger and wanted to change the Bandaid.

This was more than the finger.

This wouldn't go as lucky, you suspected.

You could try to avoid Kid seeing this? Maybe you could lend some clothes, if they would fit? Just when you made a decision to open the door and call out to Adission for help, there was a loud, banging Knick in the door. Even before he spoke you knew it was Kid "Aye, Angel. You okay in there? You've been gone for a solid 10 minutes." You huffed. "Kid, I can't come out right now"

"You need Pads? I have some in the upper left drawer." You stopped. "You have Pads?" "Yeah, for Emergencies." "Huh." Silence. "You gonna come out now?" "Kid I can't, I have Blood everywhere." "Are you okay?" "No?" It was more of a hopeful and confused question instead of an answer, but apparently enough for Kid to try to break open the door. "You're not okay, I'm coming in." Apparently he himself had forgotten his condition, because when you opened the door to genuinely stop him from breaking his own door, he stopped dead in his tracks, gaze falling on the red stains.

"Fuck"

You very much agreed. Fuck indeed.

His gaze seemed to darken, and you stepped forwards a bit. "Kid, do you have anything to spare?" His Eyes were still fixated in the blood, clinging to the red drops, the way it had smeared into a pink, slowly fading away into nothingness. You noticed he was way too out of it, so you stepped closer, touching his fur. "Kid? Just let me through and I'll ask the others" With the slightest push of your hand, he followed. You turned him sideways, passing by him without any effort. You reached the living room no problem, Kid staying behind in the position you left him in, only his eyes following your every move, his head tilting slightly when he couldn't trace you with his eyes alone anymore.

And then you were out of view.

Killer immediately sat straight, already knowing what probably had conspired, his character on screen stopping. Heat turned to you as well and stopped, his glass mid-air. "Does someone have some clothes I can burrow? Don't give me anything that can't get dirty though, my Nose will be having a field day today, I can tell." Killer got up, mentioning he might have something, taking you to his room with you - the boys lived together, so that was really fortunate.

He didn't have anything that was good though. He left for a second and came back with the biggest shirt you had ever seen. It was white, with a band logo on the front. You recognised it. Kid's.You stopped, thinking for a second. You would get a nosebleed again, you were sure. And if you weren't sure, you had to expect the shirt getting bloody either way. You accepted though, retreating to Killers room to change - no way you wanted to face Kid like this again.

Kid came back to the group roughly 10 minutes after you rejoined them. You knew what he had done and you would pointedly ignore it. He was determined to do the same, unlike Wire, who teased him quietly - so quiet you couldn't hear, but Kids reaction was more than enough answer for you. You really didn't know how to feel about this, after all it really was just Kid's weird and.. well, just weird - fetish, not like it had anything to do with you as a person. But somehow you also enjoyed the thought. Your crush doing... That to the thought of you? Like you had been to the thought of him? You stopped yourself before your thoughts would drift away.

The evening went by fairly quickly, hours passing like minutes, 1 am coming and going, reaching 2 am and suddenly it was already 3 in the morning. You grew tired, sleepy, the bottles of various kinds of alcohol that had already been emptied filling the table, some random music running in the back, Playlists long abandoned. Admission was nearly falling asleep, so Heat decided to let her have his room, and share with Wire for the night. You'd have to do the same. Which room though, still had to be decided. Killer was starting to clean some of the bottles, you helping him, while Adission groggily sauntered towards Heats room. Him and the other two boys were still participating in some drinking game.

The first one of them to give up was Wire, conceding in order to not throw up on the couch. It was an interesting match to watch, but it had been clear as day that Kid would be the one to win. And win he did, with roaring laughter and a small victory pose with his halfway drunken bottle, Heat struggling to get up to finally go to the toilet, after hours of holding it in.

Slowly but surely everyone went to bed. Kid had decided you could sleep in his room, he would sleep with Killer or on the couch, depending on the available space. Kid was a big man and he needed a lot of space. To be fair, all of the men in this household were.

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So you and Kid were brushing your teeth, the way too big shirt of him, you reminded yourself, still hanging loosely on you relatively small frame. You finished up, waiting for Kid to finish as well. You yawned, the alcohol slowly getting to you - you hadn't drank as much as the others, but some stuff, you favourite liquor, that had been gone in less then a few seconds - downed by you. So you definitely weren't sober either, which you really started to notice, when Kid's golden eyes seemed to shine just a little brighter and sharper, when his red coat seemed more fluffy and bug and when his red hair looked so, so, oh so bright that it nearly hurt your eyes. Or was that the lights in the room? You weren't sure. You couldn't tell.

What you could however tell, was the way that Kid bended over the sink, spitting out the remains of his toothbrushing, gurgling some water and spitting that out as well, was hot. Hot in a way you would have probably never thought sober. He reached for the cabinet, slightly swaying while doing so, taking out some makeup remover and tissues. He started furiously rubbing his face, his shade turning just a tad bit more pink where he is rub the makeup off. His messy hair was still held back by the horns. And you don't know what came over your drunken mind, when you kneeled on the toilet you were sitting on, reaching for the closest horn and taking it off. It was a simple hair clip.

You placed it to the side, reaching for the other one, nearly tipping over and only being fought by Kid, Face hitting his shoulder, arm wrapped tight around you. "Careful Angel, wouldn't want you to-" his smug, cheeky grin disappeared when you looked up at him, that gaze from the earlier incident returning. You couldn't piece together why. He pushed you back onto your knees, tearing his eyes away. His rubs got more violent, and then you saw the red spot on his shoulder, the way it trickled down the front and side of his arm, following his toned build and setting the dark coat he was wearing.

You looked down, blood dripping onto the white shirt. You held your hand under your nose, realizing after the first drop hit you hand that you were bleeding again. Kid didn't leave. You didn't leave. You held you head over the sink, letting it drop, coating the blueish stone turning a deep red. Kid stopped, face halfway done. His eyes fixated on you, the way the red dropped from the tip of your nose. He put the tissue aside, after forcing himself to move, getting another one, soaking it in cold water an puttingbit on your neck to cool down the blood and make it stop faster.

You washed the blood from your hand, starting to clean the sink, when he stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

"Don't"

So you didn't. The blood kept running for a few more minutes, while kid finished his face, slightly distracted by your predicament. "Angel" You looked up slightly, one of the last few drops running down to your upper lip, when your head tilted slightly. "Yeah?" He seemed to hesitate, his red face seemingly dropping a shade. "Your Costume was good." "Yours was hot", you blurted out. That made him laugh, a cocky grin returning to his face, as he looked at you. There still were a few stray drops of blood coming from your nose, but the bleeding had stopped.

You had smears of it all over your face. Kid grabbed you chin, taking the tissue from your neck and slowly wiping the tip of your nose clean, when he stopped. He had a thought. And you had a hunch of heat kind of thought it was. You were proven right, when his lips connected with your cheek, tongue going over the smeared blood and sucking int the skin there. You looked down at him. That was a weird feeling. His nose near your ear, hair brushing you skin, the wet muscle gliding greedily over the half dried blood.

You reached a hand up to your lips, collecting the blood that had run down. "I have some on my lip too." An Invite. A question. He could refuse. Not like he would, considering he was fairly drunk as well. "Can I get the tissue?" You offered a way out, even though his answer was clear. Kid pulled back, eyes dangerously lidded, the ember eyes glowing, and a fight inside of him. A fight he lost, considering how aggressive he captured your lips, messy, open-mouthed and collecting the blood with his tounge, sharing it with you.

"Fuck, I wanted to do that all night"

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You hummed when he let go of you. "Those shorts really suit you well. That costume was so goddamn attractive, but the blood?" He groaned low. "Like a murder angel or s'm shit." His voice started to slur, when his other hand, which had been gripping the sink came up to his top you were wearing, pushing it high enough for the shorts to be visible. The metal, stained with blood left bloody fingerprints on the shirt as he held it in place, the hand on your chin settling on your hips, squeezing.

He pushed you back a bit, the back of you legs hitting the toilet and loosing you balance. He held you firm, his prosthetic hand catching your wrist and pulling it close to his mouth, sucking away some of the blood there. You hummed again, the booze hitting you full force now. "Kid?", You asked, voice playfully slurring, you head falling back, staring at the ceiling. "Kiiiid", you repeated right afterwards, not waiting for an answer. He supported your head, making you look at him, metal cool on your scalp. "What?"

"''m hot" His smile widened. "Want me to make you cold?" You hummed approvingly. "Don't regret it" he pushed his metal hand under the shirt, following the path up from your navel, towards your breast, his metal fingers trying to sneak under the bra. He couldn't feel it, how he was moving over it, instead under, how is fingers only grazed your skin, making you shudder whenever they did.

Your hands went to the metal ring on his chest, trying and failing to get it open, but you kept trying, huffing, frustrated. Then, angrily, you pulled, part of the ring opening, the first leather strap sliding off. You slid of the second and third one, pushing his cape off his shoulders and you hands settling on his muscular body, roaming, while you felt the hairs on his skin rising, where your touch would go.

Kid pulled off the shirt, pulling you into another hefty kiss, teeth crashing into each other and you mind blanking, when you saw how he looked at you, with hunger and a sense of furry, a rush to have you now and not a minute later. You lost you focus, lost your feeling, only seeing the red, the gold, the fire the man in front of you was, only coming back to reality, when you felt his metal hand on your naked breast, bra abandoned, even though you don't remember him doing so.

One of his metal fingers swiped along your nipple, careful as not to hurt you. His other hand, however, groped your ass, roughly, pulling you even closer and grinding into you, his erection pressing against you, rutting himself against your body in irregular timing and differing force, his desperation clearly visible. He groaned, the voice vibrating through the connection of your mouths, making you groan as well. His metal hand slipped away, going back to the sink and coming back to your body, smearing blood wherever his hand roamed. Your stomach, your breast, and when it went to hold your neck tightly, he left a bloody handprint of the metalic fingers and joints on your skin.

He didn't squeeze, but the simple pressure of his metallic hand on your throat, gripping just like he would a water bottle: firm to not slip, but not enough to crush, was heavenly. He pulled you away from the toilet, mouth still connected, tongues trashing in each others' caverns, when he pulled away, taking your hand, pulling you into his nearby room, pushing you against the door, closing it with a loud thud.

Your hands got lost in his hair, messing it up, combing through the small amount of gel in his hair, softening it to make it fall down, while he got to work on your shorts, drunken, fumbling fingers trying to open the closed button, failing and trying again. You hummed, opening them yourself and going back to his hair, when he pushed them down, over the bottom of your ass cheeks, where they slid to the ground easily, only needing a slight push of Kid's hand, to get them over the thickest part of your thighs. He lifted you up, your feet dangling in the air, you head starting to spin as he did so, loosing your sense of direction, your shorts falling from your ankles, when he let you down on the floor again, slightly to the left, back facing the bed.

You fell backwards the second he let go off you to take off his own pants, you body feeling way too week, drugged with alcohol and the haze of Lust, of want, of need. Your mind and body running hot, nothing feeling real and everything feeling 10 times more intense. You could feel every wrinkle of the sheets under you, could feel Kids hand approaching your last remaining piece of clothing, pulling your underwear off, your legs immediately falling uncomfortably open, considering your legs were still halfway in the air.

You saw his face getting closer, felt one of your hands being pushed next to your head, huge, warm, calloused fingers intertwining with yours. He lifted your body to his, pushing you further, when he let you fall down on the soft bed again, legs now completely on the bed, his mouth opening, the points of his canines clearly visible, as his upper lip pushed up a bit, wrinkles on his face forming, as he let out an unwanted low growl from deep inside his throat. The way he lowered his head to your throat in a matter of seconds, looking like a starved man, reminded you of the way a lion would bite into it's prey, tearing out the first patch of meat to devour after the successful hunt.

He was an animal.

But so were you.

Your fingers went around his back, one pulling his head even deeper into your throat, his tongue licking over your Adams apple, sucking hard, teeth digging deeper and deeper, hurting but in a pleasurable way - the feeling being so much, your other hand gripped his hand harshly, pulling, while also trying to get him away. Your mind was muddled, no thought forming, only focused on his groan, his sounds, absolutely infatuated with the way he was addicted, the way he couldn't get enough, the way his sucking on your throat made him feel like he was alive, as if he would die if he stopped. Your moans were breathless, hitching high from time to time, whenever he would suck or lick, or put pressure on the bite in a special way.

He pulled away, his lips glistening with his spit, the spot at the front of your throat where he had sucked, feeling wet - something trickling down your neck, if blood or saliva, you couldn't tell. His hair was disheveled, not sticking up quite as much as it did at the start of the night - not tidy this time, it was a mess, largely thanks to you. The hand in his hair moving to his chest, lightly brushing over the protruding scar, your mind registering the raggedness of it, the way it was uneven and slightly elevated from his chest.

The way he looked at you, hovering over you, his red hair so bright and messy, the colour of his eyes contrasting with his skin and hair beautifully, the way his hand still hold yours tight, pushing it into the mattress and the feeling you had, when you felt him between your legs, only one thought formed in your mind. And unwanted as it was, it announced itself in a quiet whisper:

"I love you"

Kid groaned at that, his metal hand lifting form the bedding and settling on your hip, his self-restraint hanging by a single thread, when he started to slowly push into you, his head fell forward, forehead meeting your collarbone, sending a painful chill from there to your head, when bone met bone. He huffed, while you let out a mixture of a hum and a moan, your head rolling back, the mark on your throat hurting while you did so.

When he started to slowly pull out and push in again, the hand on your chest gripped his shoulder again, you legs falling open even wider due to the somehow comfortable and uncomfortable feeling in your lap. The intrusion making you feel simultaneously stuffed to the brim, while also not being able to seemingly get enough. His face disappeared between your shoulder and neck, biting into the flesh there. You moaned loudly when his speed increased rapidly, his thrusts reaching a familiar spot, your back spasming off the bed, legs trembling, trying to close around him, as his name fell out of your mouth in high pitched, yet breathy screams, each varying in volume.

"Fuck, You're amazing, I can't get enough" his groans transformed into low moan, which he tried to surprise at first, an oddly gurgling grunt coming forth instead. But when he let go of that restraint, seeing your face, feeling the way your body spasmed, shivering under his touch, bending to the way he treated you, hearing you thrashing against the sheets, hearing you call his name, "Kid" over and over again, breathless and hitching, like you yourself couldn't believe this was real, your hands clutching his flesh hand in a way that almost hurt, the way your other hand dug into his shoulder, the way slow tears ran down the side of your head, he couldn't help himself. His moans weren't as loud as yours, they were more primal with a rough sound to them, fitting for a man like him. The hold he had in you hurt your hips, the cool metal slowly adjusting to your body temperature, his hand entangled with yours a bruising hold your returned with all your strength and passion.

You turned your head to the side, the dizzyness taking over again, black dots dancing in your vision, your body feeling way too hot again, the metal on your hips suddenly scorching, the feeling between your legs forming into a sharp but somehow comforting pain. A numbness spread from your brain, over your chest and to the tips of your toes, blacking out for a second again. You came back to your senses with overwhelming pleasure, your breath catching, hitching every split second, struggling for air, you body convulsing, tremors being sent up and down your body, making you tremble and thrash around.

But Kid had an Iron hold of you, after he had caught the way your body had slumped, head turned to the side, gaze unfocused, your hand slipping from his shoulders, you being obviously unconscious, there was no way he'd be stopping, when he knew you were close. You came back not even a second later, as if nothing had happened, Gaze still dazed, looking at his eyes, looking through them, the way the hand that had slipped grabbed your breast, a reflex when you came close, so impossibly close.

And when it stopped, A loud, high whine escaped your mouth, teary eyes focusing in Kid, as he kept going, which you didn't even feel at this point, only realising he was still there because of the hand. Your Head started to swirl, Colours spinning, clashing together, when you heard a voice "Angel, c'mon, stay" His voice muffled, was it strained? Your head faced the wall, even though you couldn't tell. Red flashed your vision, flodding with golden dots, when the blur disappeared over time, Kid's features sharpening. His nose, his red-fhushed face, a similar daze, even though not quite as strong as yours, in his eyes. A weak smile on your lips, as a hoarse "hey" was brought over your lips.

You felt a warm, funny feeling between your legs, when the numbness subsided a bit. "Angel", his voice broken, rough and there was something else, but you brain was too muddied to understand. "You're incredible." You hummed, loving his voice, managing another weak smile. "Rest", he whispered into your ear, stroking your cheek, "We'll take care of this tomorrow." In your dazed aphahe, while slowly drifting to sleep, you felt him lifting you from the mattress, loosing your sense of direction again, felt him putting you between soft sheets, his body close to yours.

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The sun beams were streaming through the sides of the shutters on the windows when you woke up, Kid snoring silently, his right arm angled in a way, where his head was resting on his hand. You sat up slowly, you head spinning and hurting, immense pain throbbing behind your eyes. It felt like they could pop out any minute. You went on you hands and knees, climbing over Kids frame and nearly falling to the floor. Your legs felt weird, the funny feeling between your legs still there. Still? You didn't remember much from the evening.

You found your underwear and shorts, pulling them in and opting to rather look for one of his shirts, instead of going out of the room bare-chested to give everyone a perfect view of your body. You found one in the pike of clothes in a corner, one that didn't stink too much of sweat, as to not overwhelm your senses and one that wasn't as dirty as some of the rest were. You opened the door as silently as you could, stepping out and walking to the bathroom, which, admittedly, wasn't too far away. You opened the door to Killer collecting the clothes on the floor, throwing them in a plastic basket. "Morning", he greeted non-chalant.

You blinked. " Hey." "Don't even try, I guessed when Kid didn't show up in my room and I knew once I heard. The blood doesn't help either." You looked down. "What blood?" He gestured to your throat, which prompted you to look in the mirror, spotting the bloody handprint of his metallic hand. You don't remember when that happened. "I already cleaned the bathroom. If you want to, you can have your stuff back, but it is full of blood." You hummed. "No thanks, I'll stick to this one. You don't suppose you have a bra or something?" "You can ask Adission if she has a spare, but we don't." You groaned. "Anything against a headache? "Already in the kitchen, green bottle."

You sat down the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring the weird liquid inside into the mug. You yawned, when you sat down, surpressing a since at the uncomfortable feeling when you did. "Rough night?" "Yep." You and Heat and Adission drank your drink in silence after that, Wire joining you three later, Killer starting to make breakfast. You yawned again, when Kid came in, the pain of the mark on your throat bareable but discomforting. He saw you, smiled, his best part only covered by his Boxershorts, and grabbed himself a piece of the bacon Killed was currently preparing, gobbling it down like a starved man, you remembered, parts of yesterday night flashing back.

He hadn't said "I love you" back, but by the way he picked you up, sitting you down on his lap and stealing parts of your drink, you didn't think he had to. It was clear for you, and it was clear for him and that was all that mattered.

The Way You Taste {Eustass Kid X Fem! Reader}

Finally you meet each other again. After months of each of you leading your own crews, one a small island you both run into each other. And so, when you two decide to have a joined party in remembrance of past combined battles. You two just happen to be on a cliff in the woods, away from the party celebrating your reunion by yourself.

18+ content

teasing, worshipping, oral (f receiving), penetration, riding, temperature (metal = cold), outside sex (woods)

The night was dark, the stars seemed to have disappeared, just like the moon, the waves crashed into the rocky shore, the wind cold on your skin and the grass wet beneath you. You shivered, an ice-cold and bulky hand running up your body, clothing already long discarded on the grass. His golden gaze piercing your soul as he stared at you, he was lowered to the ground, his body just inches above yours as he felt you shiver and looked towards your stomach, the goosebumps rising. His hair wasn't all done up anymore, falling down his face, his clothing discarded as well long ago. He had just been admiring you, worshipping you, on this cliff in the woods, faint noises of the party on your ships reaching you, but going unnoticed, both of you too enraptured with each other.

His muscles flexed a little, eyes flickering up at you and then back to following his cold metal hand as it reached your breast, tracing along the outline before slowly running one of the icy fingers over it. You whimpered at the touch, and his eyes flicked onto your face. Kid lowered his head, giving your stomach a small kiss as he let his prosthetic fill his grip with your soft breast. Another whine escapes your throat, as you arch into him. The brute over you hums, a deep, low, delicious sound that made you shiver. Or was that the cool night air? His face still rests lightly against your stomach, his prosthetic lightly kneading you soft flesh, before the cool metal retracted. You nudged him with your leg, not wanting him to stop. He felt so hot, skin burning like the sun on a summer island, it spread through you but was quickly replaced by a chill again, the wet grass blades tickling your skin, the uneven earthy ground digging into your back.

You didn't mind, for him you wouldn't mind bathing in lava, if it meant you could see his gorgeous face and body. His eyes pierced yours, intense eye contact that made you nearly shy away, but god, why did it have to be this hot? His hair looked so good framing his face, his googles giving them free, and he looked like a god. That hungry gaze, nearly devouring you, nearly like a hunter ready to jump onto its prey, and it made you shiver again, this time, not from the cool air or his cold metallic hand. His shoulders were broad as he held himself up with his good hand. Now slowly shifting onto his right arm, the muscles playing above you. The scars adorning his body, the nasty ones from his face all the way to his abs and to where metal met skin. The two slashes on his good arm, if he would let you, you'd kiss all over him, but he wouldn't let you, too afraid he'd become too soft on you, as if he wasn't already. His hand touched you, heat spreading through your veins like a fire spreading through a forest, and all you could think of was him. Ethereal and eternal, like an angel. A devious and dangerous angel.

And you craved more. Your hand reached out, touching right above his heart and feeling the faint thumping underneath his skin, and it seemed to beat impossibly fast, but yours was beating just as much, so you paid it no mind. Slowly sliding it over the edges of muscles nearly visible, little hills and valleys on his skin, lower. His hand wrapped around yours, bringing it back up before it could even touch his belly button. He hummed against your hand, as he kissed your knuckles. All tame and pretty, handsome and infatuated. There was nothing but adoration and lust in his gaze as he slowly, oh so slowly traced kisses down your body. An eternity he spent kissing each inch of your neck and shoulders, another he spent worshipping your chest. Your arms smeared with red lipstick, your hand with the pretty black nail polish he wore as well dug into his hair, tugging him down, but he held fast. Not even wavering in his stance, not movable for even an inch.

His lips on your stomach, your thighs, his eyes closed savoring you like he would only have you this once. Maybe it would be the last time. Maybe it wouldn't. He looked so pretty, and you felt worshipped like a goddess being adored by a follower, by a fellow god, a servant worshipped by its god of lust, of desire. His red hair was such a pretty shade, oh how you wished to keep him forever. It nearly felt like forever for his lips to finally touch you where you wanted him most. First soft kisses all around your lips, then even small soft kisses on your clit, before his tongue finally darted out, tasting your fluids already leaking out of you, teasing you just right. You held your breath, your heart beating like you were running for your life, maybe, in a sense, you were. Running to give Kid everything he desired, even if it was your life. Running to take from him everything he was willing to offer, running to take his heart and swallow it, cherish it. He hummed and moaned, the cool night air nearly forgotten with how hot you two were running.

Everything about him was perfect, his tongue just as much. He knew you like he knew his ship, every quirk and every scar and everything that made you feel good. He licked at you, sucked your clit, you could even hear him audibly drink, heard him swallow in the mostly quiet night. Then, his tongue finally penetrated you, the skilled muscle moving expectedly inside of you, his wet lips smearing their red lipstick all over you. Your hands grasped at his hair, that wonderful red clouding your vision. He groaned, his eyes opening, staring at you. That golden hue haunting you in your dreams, That near predatory gaze fixed on you like you were all he ever craved. Even if it wouldn't be true, right now, on nights like these, you don't think you would find it in yourself to care. Not with the way he worshipped you, not with the way he loved you. His nose rubbing against your clit, his one hand holding, bruising your hip, the cold metal one resting on your stomach, like an assurance, he got you. And you melted into his touch, mewling and moaning like you were all alone in the world, it definitely felt like you were. The wetness of the grass forgotten, the night sky sparkling with stars upon stars, looking down at you from above, but they barely registered, too focused on the man between your legs, thighs squeezing his head just the way he loved it.

Curses left your throat, choked out words, incoherent moans, needy whimpers. He swallowed everything eagerly, every syllable leaving you, every single tiny sound, how it riled him up even more, his hips pushing harshly against the floor, rubbing them back and forth shallowly, some small relief for the desire he felt, eating you out like it was his favourite meal. He pushed you higher, closer to your climax, his hand slowly, teasingly tracing along your folds, threatening to push in alongside his tongue, pushing in only the tiniest amount before he pulled it back out. His painted nail shining in your fluid, not quite dripping but still slowly cascading down his finger, before you could feel the edge of his trimmed nail pressing perfectly onto your clit, before he shifted to use his finger bed, slowly circling it, constant pressure pushing you as far as he wanted you to, seeing you fall apart, it was the true meaning of intoxication, he was addicted and you were the drug. Pushing you past the edge. With a wail of his name, legs clenching impossibly tight around his face, his cheeks squished together, the flesh of your thighs moulding around his face.

He moaned into your warm cunt as he sucked and licked all the juices from it, before sliding back up to you, giving you a sloppy kiss, all teeth clashing against teeth and tongue pushing as far into your mouth as possible, lipstick smearing against lipstick, black mixing with red smears, his hands grabbing at everything they can, waist, hips breasts. The desperate way such a harsh contrast to the worshipping you had just witnessed, nothing unusual of course, but still something that made your heart flutter. Softly placing a hand on his shoulder, you pushed him away and like warm butter, he followed without hesitation, he didn't doubt you for a second as you pushed him to his knees, then further back until he was the one laying down. You climbed on top, one leg on each side before grabbing his dick and guiding him to slip in, all throaty moans as he finally felt the warm, wet enclosure of your pussy.

He grabbed at your hips, a bruising hold, deliciously painful, even if he didn't guide you, no, not yet. You leaned forward, hands grabbing onto his muscles, gliding, scratching, groping. Then you moved, and that was when he started to help you. He moaned out curses, praises, his pupils blown wide, as he watched your body, watched the way your tits moved, your thighs, the plush fat on your thighs and belly and arms. Watched your face, as you lost yourself in the same pleasure he felt. He was otherworldly to you, and you were godly to him. It was mutual. It was perfect, it was honest and pretty and god be damned, it was hot. You haven't had him in months, and now that you finally had him again for a single night, you just wanted it to last forever. Moans and grunts, breathy whimpers filled the deep night, stars twinkling above you, yet he couldn't care less. It was all you, only you to him, and to you, there was only him. The cool air made you tremble, or was it your approaching high? His cold hand stayed on your hip, as his other reached up and first firmly squeezed your breast, before moving to your neck and pulling you down into feverish kisses. You both were a mess. A pretty mess and perfect, and as you moaned his name, you felt him twitch and tremble for a moment, before feeling how his hot semen seeped out of him, into you. But you weren't done, and he would be damned to not let you, so continuing to guide you with his hand, his flesh one slipped down your body, slowly rubbing at your clit with so much pressure it was nearly hurting, but the joint pleasure plus the words he started to whisper between kisses were so tempting, you shuddered and shivered, cumming on his cock with another moan of his name.

Kid held you close, letting you rest and catch your breath, before you two would eventually get dressed and return to your respective ships. It was only for tonight until fate would lead you to each other again, but yet, seeing him leave with the fresh memory of yesterday night, it felt sad. You had chosen your path. So had he, being rivals for the biggest treasure in the entire world, there was no way you would work together, and while you solemnly swore you'd find it yourself, you didn't think you'd mind if he found it first. Of course, you knew what this feeling was, but you were not yet ready to admit it, not when you knew where he was heading off to. Not when you knew he would probably die. If he did. Maybe one day, you could be wherever you go with him, together for however long you were fated to stay.