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[littlesniggy]

I just want to forget

Hello, here a small something for my Rob Lucci fans. Warning: 18+, mention of s*x, mention of de*th, loss, overall not happy, smoking, numbness, hurt/comfort, non pirate AU, female reader Pairings: Rob Lucci x female reader Word count: 1.2k

Hot smoke is filling your lungs as you take a deep breath in and inhale the toxic air, the scratchiness in your throat and upper air passages a welcoming feeling to the numbness you have been constantly feeling. Your eyes wander to the glowing poisonous stick between your index and middle finger, studying how the glow slowly eats away the tobacco, leaving only behind gray ash that eventually falls off and lands on the black satin sheet covering your bare legs. 

“I told you I hate it when you smoke in my apartment.” You don’t need to turn your head to know he is looking at you annoyed. Even when you two are intimate, when he is fucking the living shit out of you, leaving you in bite marks and bruises – his cold and annoyed façade remains. Yet, you don’t mind. He is the reason you can forget; even if it is just for a short time. You still appreciate it.

“Sorry.” You reply quietly but make no effort to stub the cigarette out. You know he has an ashtray on the nightstand next to the bed; he bought it only for you. He doesn’t smoke. He also makes you empty and clean it every time before you leave if you used it. Seems to be fair. That’s the least you can do. 

“Well…put it out.” You hear him but your brain is not comprehending the words he says. You simply stare at the continuous burning of your cigarette, the taste still present on your tongue. It reminds you of Him. He rarely smoked but he had the habit of smoking one every time he came down from his high after loving you. You always complained about it when you kissed him, telling him it was like sticking your tongue into an ashtray but you got used to it to the point where it had become some odd feeling of comfort. It meant familiarity. It meant safety. It meant home. 

Funny; you had never thought you’d miss the taste of cigarettes on someone’s lips so much. That’s probably also the reason why you picked up this habit shortly after you started “seeing” the man next to you. 

“Hey, you hear me?” of course, you can hear him. You’re not deaf. You’re just…absent-minded. But why does he sound more annoyed than usual? He almost never tells you to stub it out so you deduce he has been having a bad day. Now, that you think about it, he also sounded irritated on the phone when you called. So, you are sure his bad mood has nothing to do with you; or at least you are not the cause of it. You contemplate if you should ask but knowing the man next to you, you know he won’t talk. You basically know nothing about him. Sometimes, it frustrates you. Some days, you want to have a conversation with him, to tell him about your day, about your feelings, about you fear. But he doesn’t want to hear it. He had made it abundantly clear that this relationship or however you want to call it, is purely physical. And you agreed to it, but still…

A big hand harshly grabs your wrist and takes away the cigarette glimmering away between your fingers and angrily stubs it out in the ashtray. His hot breath ghosts your neck and an involuntary shiver runs down your spine. “I do not like to repeat myself.” He hisses, the sound almost animalistic. His grip tightens before he lets go, leaving an angry red handprint around your wrist. In moments like this you are reminded that this man is dangerous.  

“Now, if you are done for today, I suggest you get dressed and fuck off. I need to go back to work.” You see him sit on the edge of the bed out of the corner of your eyes, his muscular back facing you, his long black hair elegantly falling over his shoulders. A big tattoo is covering almost his entire back -  some kind of cross with circles on each side and one in the middle. You would like to know the meaning but you don’t ask. 

There are scars on his skin; too many to be accidental, too small to be life threatening. The one on his stomach, however, seems to have been more serious. You once dared to ask him what happened. In response, he simple turned you around, pressed your head into the pillow and pounded into you until he was satisfied. 

When you weren’t thinking about Him and imagining a life you could never have, you thought about the possible jobs he could be doing. Secret agent, assassin, military, special forces. The list could go on but are the most likely you decided. But you never asked. He wouldn’t give you an answer anyway so why bother?

His body tenses momentarily when you gently grab his arm. He doesn’t turn his head to you completely but enough for you to see his harsh brown eyes staring at you. 

“I don’t wanna be alone.” Your voice is almost a whisper but you know he can hear you loud and clear. 

He doesn’t move, doesn’t reply, he just looks at you. He is contemplating. You know he has no sympathy for your situation. He is not the compassionate type. Sometimes you even have the impression that he has sociopathic tendencies. Yet, you don’t care. You welcome it, even. Everyone else looks at you in pity. They don’t look at you as a person. They only see the woman who lost her husband. And you hate it. You hate it to the bone. He doesn’t. He looks at you as if you are vermin yet you don’t care.

You inch closer, embracing him from behind as you wrap both arms around his strong torso. Your lips find his sharp jawline and your lips follow the bone to his ear. You know he likes it. He would never admit it out loud but he enjoys it when you tease him with small kisses. It makes him almost tame. 

You gently put his earlobe between your lips and suckle on it, your hands caressing his flat stomach and chest. It almost sounds like he is purring when a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. He snakes a strong arm around your waist and starts kissing your neck in return, tracing a bite mark with his tongue. 

“Why should I care?” he whispers into your ear. You lean back and turn your head to look at him as good as you can. What a beautiful man. What a dangerous predator. 

“You don’t have to care. I just want you to make me forget.” 

A dangerous smile creeps onto his sinful lips. 

He presses you slowly into the mattress with his weight while his teeth sink into your neck. The fingers on your waist dig painfully into your delicate skin. 

If there is one thing you know for certain about Rob Lucci then that he can make you forget; even if it is just for a moment. 

[littlesniggy]

Daddy issues

Happy Valentine's Day! New story for Sakazuki. I just can't stop it. Hope you enjoy this piece of sm*t. Warnings: older man / younger woman, mentor / mentee, p in v s*x, sm*t, kinda childhood tra*ma Relationship: Sakazuki x female reader Word count: 3.7k (kinda went a little overboard)

This was wrong. This was so wrong. This was so, so wrong! But it felt so unbefuckinglievable good! So, was it really wrong? His hands clawed at the armrest of his office chair, his usually harsh eyes now looking down at you hooded. He had never imagined what you looked like on your knees between his legs, struggling to take his hard dick into your mouth but by god he would never forget this image ever again. Until now he didn’t know it was something he needed and he wished he could take a picture of you sucking him off so he could cherishthis moment forever.

And yet, the internal conflict was apparent to anyone who might’ve seen him right now. 

A feint blush was still visible on your cheeks, a doubtful yet exciting feeling raging inside your body. Sakazuki couldn’t hide a mischievous grin when you had unpacked his member and your head started to glow in the deepest shade of red he had ever seen. The surprise and embarrassment were too apparent on your face. You didn’t even try to hide it. 

It took some time before you swallowed the lump in your throat and put your tongue out, licking over the thick mushroom head. With a quick look at the fleet admiral, you got the reassurance to continue. You wrapped a hand around the base of his member, feeling the smooth skin under your touch and a slight pulsing. You moved your hand up and down carefully, uncertain of how he liked it. Naturally, you’ve never talked about this before. 

“Harder.” He ordered, his voice not leaving any room to argue and it send an excited shiver down your spine. You, of course, obeyed his command and your grip around him tightened, spreading some of his pre-cum over his entire length, creating a slick sound whenever your hand glided over his erection. 

When you felt confident enough, you eventually opened your mouth wide to let the tip slip between your lips. Sakazuki’s dick twitched excitedly in your mouth you were certain you heard him silently sigh in relief. What a dirty old man….you internally chuckled but were reminded very quickly that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you so weren’t you just as dirty?

It was uncomfortable to have him fill out your entire mouth and your jaw got sore rather quickly. You probably could’ve just continued with your hands but your pride would not allow you to back down now. You were obviously struggling but Akainu would be an idiot to tell you to stop. 

He lifted his hand but hesitated for a moment before he placed it behind your head, guiding it gently while stroked your hair. It was very uncharacteristic of him to be so soft but he knew he would get rough with you rather sooner than later so you should appreciate this treatment while it lasted. 

When he pushed your head a little bit further down your gag reflex kicked in and you instinctively clawed at his muscular thighs while tears started gathering in the corners of your eyes. Saliva ran down your chin but you couldn’t really do anything about it since Sakazuki didn’t let you remove your head. So, you had to endure him pushing your further and further down his dick; not violently but it was awkward and uncomfortable nevertheless. 

Sakazuki watched how you struggled while he pushed you down more and more, inch by inch. He didn’t comment on the fact he wasn’t even halfway down and you were already struggling. The gagging sounds that were coming from your small form were like music to his ears and your tiny hands that dug into his thighs gave the extra kick. In the back of his mind he thought that it served you and your bratty mouth right that he stuffed it with his dick. 

“Good girl.” He murmured, eliciting a needy sounding whimper from you. 

“Though I never took you for such a slut. Do you like sucking my dick? Is it something you’ve thought about before?” he teased, not letting you take a breath and retort something. Instead, he pushed you down even further until his dick went down your throat. Panic settled in and you tried to push yourself off of him – unsuccessfully. Your hands started shoving at him and you glared at him through tearful eyes. More and more saliva leaked out of your mouth and down your chin, making you feel slightly humiliated by the man in front of you. 

“Relax.” Sakazuki simply said but he almost choked on his own words when you swallowed around him, your throat tightening around his dick oh so sweetly, and a challenging glint in your teary eyes. He gripped your hair harshly and pulled you off, an angry look on his face. You, on the other hand, took in a deep breath, your lungs finally being filled with the much-needed air again. 

“I swear, if it wasn’t you I would fuck your mouth until you’d lose consciousness.” He growled.

You wiped the saliva away from your chin with the back of your hand and wiped away the tears as well. 

“I thought you’d like it…” you innocently replied. Sakazuki pressed his lips together tightly, biting back a remark. Of course, he liked it but when the fuck did you have to surprise him like this? He would not show any weakness in front of you by releasing his load early. 

You leaned back in and pressed a kiss against the tip of his dick before your tongue licked at the pre-cum. Other than the taste it reminded you of your childhood. To be more precise, of one of the first memories you’ve had of Sakazuki. He had given you a strawberry ice cream in a cone. You haven’t even talked to the man yet but here you were, eating ice cream while he, Sengkoku and Kong were talking in Kong’s office. You later found out that he only gave you the ice cream because Sengoku ordered him to. 

You didn’t really care what they were talking about but you noticed their looks every now and then on you. And who could blame them? Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt yet there was no scratch on your tiny body, meaning this was not your blood. You were found by the marine during a raid of a pirate island and taken in. Sakazuki suggested they just kill you since you were a “pirate” but Sengkoku would not let him. Instead, you were taken with them on their navy ship and to Marineford.,

It was later decided that you’d stay here and be trained as a marine and Sakazuki was in charge of your training. To no one’s surprise he objected but was overruled by Kong. 

Sakazuki didn’t hide the fact that he despised you. His training was harsh and on more than one occasion your were close to death. But the more you trained and the older you got, the stronger you became and so Sakazuki’s disdain for you turned into somewhat acknowledgment. You weren’t sure if he was actually proud of you becoming stronger or if he was just proud of himself. You never questioned it. You were happy that he didn’t seem to hate you anymore. 

The more time passed, the more comfortable you became around him and you somewhat saw him as a father figure. You never dared to call him dad, too scared of the consequences.

Of course, when you became a teenager, you became more difficult. Sakazuki’s fuse was short anyway but with a bratty teenager around he was even more annoyed. And so, his training became harder as well. He plagued you with so many exercises, drills, and whatnot. You two got into screaming matches multiple times a day. Many marines were worried about your safety but nobody interfered. 

When Sakazuki was promoted to admiral, you were 15. He spent less time with you but you were glad about it. Over the years, you had developed a bitterness and repulsion towards the man to the point where you wanted to hurt him. You knew you couldn’t do it. Not because you were reluctant but because he would beat you senseless. You needed to become stronger. So, you ran away.

When you saw him again years later, all the anger came bubbling back up and you couldn’t hold yourself back and attacked him. By now, you had become a pirate with a decent bounty which made the fleet admiral furious. All the hard work he had put into your training has been for northing! He wanted to capture you. Shit, he wanted to kill you! But when he was pushing you to the ground, ready to strike, he couldn’t. He had cared for your (one way or another) for ten years and even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself, he had cared for you in some way. So, he opted to taking you in as a prisoner. 

He usually didn’t think twice about prisoners and simply send them to Impeldown but he had the urge to scream at you, to ask you what the hell was wrong with you. But you screamed back. And here you two were again, screaming at each other with nobody daring to interfere. Until you both were silent. Until you both had said everything you wanted to. Until there was simply nothing more to say. 

You were leaning against his giant desk, arms crossed angrily in front of your chest, a grim expression on your face. Sakazuki stood across from you, looking just as angry and his fingers digging into his enormous biceps. God, how much he wanted to just burn you and get on with his life. It would be so much easier if you were dead and not in Impeldown. He also would never admit this, but he’d have to think about what would happen to you at prison. Impeldown wasn’t necessarily a safe place, especially not for young women like you. 

Now, that he thought about it, you were not a child anymore, nor a bratty teenager. You were a bratty adult. A bratty, grown woman. Sakazuki realized, that he didn’t see you as the child he took care of anymore nor as a dirty pirate he needed to take down. Damn, he saw you as someone who could please him in the bedroom while screaming his name.  Fuck.

You used the silence to cool down and while your were able to gather your thoughts again you realized that you weren’t angry anymore. You had thrown everything you’ve had at the now fleet admiral and everything that was now left was hurt…

…and something else. Something, you couldn’t quite point out what it was but it felt somewhat familiar. You just hadn’t felt it in this kind of situation before. 

You heard Sakazuki sigh and march past you to his office chair where he sat down, his thumb and index finger rubbing at the bridge of his nose to make the headache you gave him go away. 

You didn’t turn around to look at him but you felt his eyes on you which gave you goosebumps. 

“What now?” you asked. There was another stretch of silence before the fleet admiral answered. 

“You will be sent to Impeldown.” He dryly replied, making you tense at his words. 

“And if I don’t want to?” 

“You have no choice, Y/n.” 

That was true yet you didn’t want to accept it. 

You turned around, now looking at the man. Sakazuki’s eyes never left you as you slowly rounded his desk to stand next to him. Even when he was sitting was he still taller than you. The fleet admiral turned his chair slightly to look at you, his expression as grim as ever, matching your own. 

You stepped forward, your knee slightly bumping against his leg. There was no explanation why you did it but the closer you got to him, the stronger this feeling you couldn’t decipher became: Attraction. Primal attraction, to be precise. You had the almost unhealthy desire to strip naked in front of him and let him have his way with you yet you knew this was forbidden. In a sense. Somewhat. Maybe. In your head. 

You were not related but it felt strange looking at him as anything but a father figure, even if he was a shitty father figure. You shouldn’t feel attracted to your default father yet you couldn’t deny how your thoughts turned dirty the longer you looked at him. You felt how his eyes were fixed on while your own took in small details of his body. For example, how thick and muscular his neck was, or how the tattoo perfectly complemented his skin, or how the fabric of his shirt stretched over his muscles, or how you could make out the faint outlines of his member in his trousers. 

You should look away. You really should. But you couldn’t bring yourself to pry your eyes away from his crown jewels. 

“Want to tell me why you are staring at my crotch?” his voice was calm and you wanted to avert your eyes from his lap but his legs shuffling apart suggestively had you pause. Your heart started hammering in your chest, your mind racing at what you should do next. 

Your eyes dart up to his. You can’t read his expression but there is something….new in his eyes. It seems dark and primal and makes the small butterflies in your stomach go rampant. You stare into his eyes, unable to look away, feeling more and more insecure around him. He cocked his head slightly, trying to figure out if you will actually do it. You shouldn’t want to but he secretly hoped you’d still do it. 

You swallowed hard, clenching your fists while taking a deep breath. Then, you went down in front of him on your knees, body tense but your hormones were through the roof. Sakazuki’s eyes widen in disbelief but he kept quiet. Were you really doing this? Your hands on his pants were answer enough…

Sakazuki pulled you up by the hair, his pupils blown wide from arousal. Your lips were swollen and wet from sucking him just moments ago and you were out of breath. His hand let go of your hair and moved to your neck instead. He pulled you closer towards him, leaned down until your lips almost touched. 

You felt his free hand move to your waist and under your shirt; it was hot against your skin but not unpleasantly. He shortly caressed your waist before his hand moved to your stomach and the up, inching closer and closer to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat when he touched you there and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. 

Your lips crashed against his in a heated kiss. He grabbed your tit harshly and kneaded it. You mewled against his mouth, your own hands starting to hastily unbutton his floral shirt, revealing his trained body. Sakazuki growled against your lips before he removed your shirt and bra. He broke the kiss to appreciate the view in front of him but you didn’t give him too much time to do so. You leaned in and climbed onto his lap, your lips finding his neck while your hands roamed his torso. 

The fleet admiral grabbed your ass, making you moan against his skin. Shit, you were so horny. You strained your neck to reach his ear. Your teeth nibbled slightly at his earlobe before you whispered “please….touch me…..”. 

Sakazuki pushed you off him only to open your pants and pull them down. You barely had time to kick off your shoes before you stood completely naked in front of him. This time, he pulled you back onto his lap, both his hands grabbing your thighs and slowly moving them up, getting closer and closer to your wet core. 

You let your head fall forward and leaned your forehead against his chest when he finally touched you down there. Your breath was shaky when Sakazuki’s finger pressed against the small bud and started circling. Your hand moved down to his hard cock and moved it up and down around his length. 

The fleet admiral hissed at the pleasure. His thick finger started teasing your entrance before he entered you, your wet warmth enveloping his digit. You whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch but your hips quickly started moving against his finger and your own hand around his dick moved in tandem to his finger. 

It didn’t take long for Sakazuki to add a second and then a third finger, stretching you for his dick. 

“Shit….!” You breathed out, taking in a sharp breath in when he hit that special spot inside of you. 

“Fuck me!” you looked up at him almost desperately, lips red and pupils blown wide. Sakazuki’s dick twitched in your hand at your words and you didn’t have to ask him twice. He pulled his fingers out and swiftly lifted you up to place you on his desk, his huge body looming over yours. You felt tiny compared to him. Now, that the “deed” was getting closer, you got nervous. His fingers were big but his dick was on another level. 

Sakazuki pulled your hips closer to his own to the edge of the desk, the length of his dick pressing against your entrance. He rubbed his dick against your folds, his hands having an iron grip on your hips. 

The fleet admiral paused for a moment, looking at your flustered form on his desk, all naked and ready for him to take. But should he really do it? He still had the opportunity to end this, to close his pants and give you your clothes back before he had you taken to Impeldown. But this thought was swiftly thrown overboard when your hand reached out for him, asking him to come closer. 

Sakazuki leaned down and let you grab the back of his neck and pull him in into another heated kiss. He demanded you part your lips so he could explore your mouth while his hand lined his dick up with his entrance. 

“Take a deep breath” he murmured against your lips before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. 

Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and the pain and your nails dug into his skin until you were drawing blood. 

“Fuck…” you hissed, breaking the kiss and blinking the tears away that were about to roll down your cheeks. 

Sakazuki took in a deep breath as your tightness embraced him, forcing himself to control himself and not just start fucking you. Really, if you were anyone else he wouldn’t be so considerate but even his consideration had limits. You better got used to him or this wouldn’t be as pleasurable for you as it was for him.

“Relax.” He gave the very helpful advice and you wanted to punch him for that. You didn’t. Instead, you tried to heed his words and relax but it was easier said than done. Your grip on his neck loosened and you looked up at him, biting your lips anxiously. 

“C-can you….can you touch me?” God, how thrilled he was to hear you ask him that. He was tempted to ask you exactly what you wanted but he figured he shouldn’t push his luck and have you screaming at him again. So, he complied and his thumb found your clit, circling it again, making you relax under his touch. 

It didn’t take long until he pushed further inside of you, your juice coating his length, making it relatively easy for him to move. When he was halfway in, he pulled out until only the tip was left, then he pushed back in, this time until he bottomed out inside of you. A guttural moan was forced out of your body and your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. Sakazuki took this as a sign to start thrusting inside of you. He pulled out before his hips snapped back forth, rocking the entire desk with each thrust and making you moan and pant with lust. 

Akainu’s hand on your hip kept you in place while his other was still stimulating your clit, his eyes watching your messy state. Your boobs were wiggling in tandem to his thrusts, tempting him to catch one with his mouth but he didn’t. Instead, he moved your body to the side, placing your one leg against his chest, giving him a better angle as he resumed fucking you from the side. 

“Fuck….Sakazuki…!” you moaned, arching your back as he picked up his pace, his dick almost hammering into you, your brain slowly but surely waving goodbye as Akainu fucked you stupid. Sakazuki leaned down, stretching your leg uncomfortably far but you didn’t care. The new angle this created was enough to completely lose your mind and fully submit to the man above you. 

The fleet admiral grunted at your pussy sucking him in, your juice creating lewd sounds while he fucked into you. 

“I’m close…..!” you panted, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “Can I cum, please?” 

Shit, now you were asking him if you were allowed to cum? 

“Already?” he teased, stopping his onslaught at your pussy and instead moved sadistically slowly. You whined at his tempo and nodded, trying to move against him but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Since you asked me so nicely….not a chance.” Your expression dropped at his words, fearing what he had in stow for you. Sakazuki grabbed both your thighs and pressed your legs far apart, a devious grin on his lips. 

“You just need to be a good girl for me a little longer. Maybe then will I let you cum.”

[littlesniggy]

Monster Part 2

Well hello, it's me again. Being sick and bored really gives you time to think of stories, even if they are really dark. Here is part two of the Mihawk story and it got even darker. Please read the trigger warning. Warnings: blood, mental ab*se, physical ab*se, vi*lence, implied human tr*fficking, dark!!, Crocodile being a little too vi*lent, kind of Stockholm syndrome Characters: Dracule Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, female reader Word count: 1.4k

Part One

His rough hand ran over your wet and sticky hair, the pungent smell of fresh and dried blood in the air. Your breathing was shallow and he knew he should better call a medic if he didn’t want you to die. But he didn’t. His eyes were absentmindedly looking at the opposite wall, thinking about nothing in particular. He tucked a strand of bloodied hair behind your ear before he softly caressed your soft cheek. 

“Please….” Your voice was barely audible yet he could hear you perfectly clear. His golden eyes look down to your beaten face which was resting on his thigh, tears silently running down your face and disappearing into the thick fabric of his pants. You were barely able to stay conscious, one hand supporting your weight on the cold floor, your other hand clinging to his leg. 

Everything hurt. It was easier to point at something that didn’t than describing which parts of your body had taken damage. The warmth of his thigh gave you some twisted sense of comfort; you were scared to death of this man yet you needed the company he currently provided you. 

When his thumb gently wiped away your tears, you took in a shaky breath. A painful twinge in your lungs constantly reminded you that someone, perhaps Sir Crocodile, had damaged something severely inside of you that could potentially end for you in death. 

You had no idea how long you’ve already been here in this room; minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days and maybe days gave already turned into weeks. By this point you were painfully aware that both Crocodile as well as Mihawk knew that you knew nothing yet they haven’t killed you yet. Instead, you had become the punching back for them, enduring all sorts of physical and psychological torture both of them had thrown at you. 

Whereas Crocodile’s methods were more brutal, Mihawk had a more “tame” approach. He tortured you with his words, making you feel more and more hopeless with every visit. You didn’t know which was worse. Crocodile’s abuse would heal, Mihawk’s words were stuck in your head. 

Today was different. Usually, Crocodile and MIhawk came independent from each other. So, you were surprised to see both of them suddenly standing in the small room they held you captive. Without saying a word, Crocodile’s hand was around your neck while the other punched you in your stomach repeatedly. You wanted to throw up but the lack of food only made you dry heave. The nausea remained nevertheless. Your vision soon turned blurry and your eyes became unfocused. Every now and then they fell on Mihawk who was silently leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, just watching the other man’s brutal assault on you. 

When Crocodile left, Mihawk took a seat on the only chair in this room, his eyes never leaving your beaten form. At some point he ordered you with a “Come here” to come to him and you followed it without a second thought. He didn’t say anything else, even when you crawled towards him like some obedient dog and placed your dirty face on his thigh. And then you stayed like this. 

“I want you to tell me something.” Mihawk calmly said out of seemingly nowhere. You remained silent, thinking that you have already told them almost everything you knew, even though it was very little. 

“How much do you think your life is worth?” Now this question surprised you. Your eyes looked up to the man, ignoring the nauseating feeling that crept over your body again. Mihawk’s hand moved down from your cheek over your chin and to your bruised neck. His eyes looked at you expectantly and the not so subtle threat of his hand on your neck made you feel anxious. 

“I…I don’t know.” You replied truthfully. 

“Take a guess.” Mihawk insisted, expecting you to give him a number. How do you put a number on a human’s life, let alone your own? So, you simply replied with a number you thought could be a valid number for a person’s life, if there even was a “valid number”. 

“10.000 million.” You croaked. There was a moment of silence while MIhawk just looked at you. 

“$4.62.” He responded. You must’ve looked at him confused because he clarified.

“While I was thinking about what to do with you I had the idea I could just sell you...”

No. 

“…so I asked a few people if they were interested in buying you…”

No!

“…. $4.62 was the best offer I got.”

NO!

“It is nothing near what you owe me but at this point I have cut my losses and moved on. Of course, if I ever get my hands on your friends, they will have to endure a similar fate as you, maybe even worse,. But for now, this will do.” 

Mihawk grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look at him directly. You looked at him in disbelief, your brain not comprehending what he just said. 

“You can’t do this….” You whispered.

“I reckon I can. You seem to be in no position to oppose me in any way so I’m curious what you plan on doing.” He was messing with you. There was no way he would just sell you for less than $5, right? This was one of his little psychological games.

His grip became stronger and his fingertips pressed uncomfortably into your cheeks. He leaned down, his face coming closer to yours; you could feel his warm breath against your wet skin. 

“Tell me, Y/n. What do you want to do about it?” his tone was mocking you and despair spread through your trembling body. 

“This isn’t fair….” Your heart felt heavy and your head was empty. He could not do this!

“This isn’t fair!” you finally yelled at him and yanked your face away from his grip, ignoring the pain in your body. You inched away from the monster, your eyes not leaving him as you watched him casually get up from the chair and walking towards you. 

He didn’t have to go far, though, since the room wasn’t particularly big and you soon bumped into the wall behind you. 

“That’s right, it isn’t fair. Yet you are the only one I can punish for the loss of my money so you should thank your friends for this situation. Though I wonder, are they really your friends? Getting you into trouble like this and not even telling you about the whole plan?” Mihawk mused.

“….”

“I thought so. Oh well, isn’t it a shame they’re getting away with it.” 

You averted your gaze but couldn’t help but clench your hands into tight fists. He was right. All this time you told them you didn’t know where your acquaintances, your friends, were. You weren’t 100% sure they were still at one of your hiding places but there was a chance. Even though you knew most interactions with your organization were “business” replated you had considered some of the other members your friends. Apparently, this assumption was not mutual. 

Mihawk turned around to walk towards the door, intending to leave the room and leave you alone with your thoughts and the inner conflict. Though, there was no conflict; not anymore. 

“You have to promise not to…not sell me.” You spoke up. You bit your bottom lip while you held your breath, waiting for his reply. When he remained silent but also didn’t leave the room, you continued. 

“We have multiple hideouts but we frequently changed them.  The most recent ones are in the catacombs of the old church 6 blocks from the mall and an abandoned warehouse near the docks. Building 106. I don’t know if they are still there.” You concluded, your eyes staring at his muscular back, waiting for his reaction. 

Mihawk remained silent for a little longer, taking in the information he had desired all along. Finally, he though slightly annoyed. Took you long enough. Without acknowledging you any longer, he reached for the doorknob. 

“Please! You have to promise!” your voice was pleading, desperate, and on the verge of breaking. 

“Never said I would.” And with that, he left the room, leaving you behind, alone with your despair. 

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Monster

Hellooooo....it's been a minute but I'm kinda back with a new story. It's a mafia AU with Mihawk and Crocodile. I'm still thinking about turning this into a multi-chapter story with smutty content later but not sure yet. Also, wanted to see your reaction if anyone is even interested. Please let me know how you liked it! Warnings: mention of torture, threat of death, waterboarding, mention of blood, reader is in great danger, mention of other bodily fluids Charakters: Dracule Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Buggy the Clown, female reader Word count: 1.5k

Part Two

The impatient thudding of the tips of his long fingers against the dark wood of his mahogany desk was the only sound you could hear over your heavy breathing and the blood rushing in your ears. You were soaking wet; water was running down your face, your neck and disappearing into your soaking clothes. Strands of wet hair clung to your cold skin and your entire body was shivering. You felt dizzy. 

Next to you stood a man with a big cigar between his lips, holding a half-empty canister that was previously filled to the brim with water. His lips were forming a sadistic smile at your pathetic sight and he was more than ready to place the dirty towel back over your face and start the torture once again. 

“Are you sure you have no idea where your people hid the money?” his piercing amber eyes, that seemed to be almost yellow depending on how the light fell, looked at you almost bored yet observant and his voice matched that expression; his tone was nonchalant but had a certain edge to it that would not permit any kind of defiance.

“Of course, she knows where the money is! She is the one who fucking stole it!” that voice you knew. Next to the big desk was a fancy-looking sofa where the supposed head of this organization was sitting. You (and really anyone you knew) have been under the impression that he was running everything. Sure, he didn’t look like a lot but he had practically an army from thugs to clod-blooded murderers underneath him, so he was certainly not someone to mess with. But when he was silenced with a single glare from the man in front of you, you weren’t so sure anymore who actually was in charge.

“If you can’t behave, I suggest you leave, clown.” The man mumbled but it had the desired effect – Buggy was silent. Now, his attention was all back on you and you couldn’t say you were particularly happy about that. 

“I am still waiting for an answer. Or do we have to waste some more water on you?” A shuffle next to you put your whole body back on edge.

“I don’t know anything! I’m just the driver!” the words tumble over your tongue hastily, hoping to escape another round of waterboarding. 

“Yes, that’s what you said before yet somehow I don’t believe you.” The man in front of you mused. He glanced to his partner who was standing next to you. “How about you, Crocodile?” 

You’ve heard that name before but never had a face to it. Sir Crocodile – nobody knew his real name – was notorious, even among people in the underworld. If you didn’t have a particular death wish you made sure to stay clear of his business. But why was he here? 

“I think our little guest here knows more than she wants to admit. But this one is your call, Hawkeye.” 

You suddenly felt nauseous, your blood ran cold, bile started to threaten up your throat, and your entire body started shaking uncontrollably.  Hawkeye. Why was he here? As with Sir Crocodile, you had no idea what Hawkeye, Dracule MIhawk, really looked like but apparently, he was sitting right in front of you. If luck wasn’t on your side before with Sir Crocodile next to you, it had now outright abandoned you and thrown you to the wolves altogether. You balled your tied hands into fists, trying to wrench yourself free from your restraints but to no avail. 

Mihawk sighed seemingly defeated and nodded his head quickly in affirmation. 

“No!” You yelled but the towel was pressed onto your face once more, the chair was pulled back and immediately water started pouring out of the canister and onto your face. 

Hawkeye watched as the other man attempted to drown you, his fingers non-stop tapping against the dark wood. He didn’t know if he should believe you or not but quite frankly, he didn’t really care. Even if you told the truth and were some oblivious little girl – you were still part of the group who stole his money. And that was something he couldn’t let slide. 

He watched passively as your body convulsed under the water; how you tried to turn your head but the towel clung to your face like a second skin. He knew Crocodile wouldn’t kill you unless he gave the OK so he averted his gaze to his right where Buggy was still sitting, his eyes glued to your struggling form. 

“Get out.” Mihawk simply said. Buggy’s head snapped towards him with a venomous glare but was quick to rethink his next words carefully. 

“But-“ 

“I said get out. Or you’re next.” Without saying another word, the clown got up and left the room through a side-door which lead to another office. 

Mihawk’s attention was brought back to you when you started coughing violently as Crocodile removed the towel, the canister still filled to a quarter. He was glad he thought ahead when deciding on their new operating base. This room had a concrete floor with a drain in the middle. The expensive carpet that usually embellished the cold floor was neatly placed at the far end of the room. 

Your lungs were burning and your vision was blurry. Your knuckles had turned white from how fiercely your hands clawed at the armrest of the chair you were tied to. “Please….” You whimpered between coughs.  “I don’t know anything. Please, believe me.” Your pleading was met with silence from Mihawk and an amused chuckle from Crocodile.  

Your eyes started to focus again and you looked at the man in front of you, begging him silently with your eyes to believe you, to stop hurting you, and to please let you go. 

“Please, let me leave.” You whispered; tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”  uncontrollable sobs left your body and you started crying shamelessly. Your head hung low as you were shaking your head over and over in denial but that wouldn’t save you. 

Hawkeye got up from his chair and slowly walked around the desk until he stood beside you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see his black boots. You instinctively inched away when he crouched down beside you, holding a knife in his one hand while the other one played with the sharp blade. 

“Please…” you tried again but MIhawk shushed you. 

“You see, I’m quite in a predicament here.” He started and he traced the blade of his knife over your leg, cutting through the thick denim of your jeans in the process. A whimper escaped your lips. “Don’t…”

“If you are lying and I’m letting you go, that would give people the wrong impression of me. If you are not lying and I let you go, people would still get the wrong impression of me. You might not be the one who stole from me but someone else from your organization sure did and it would let people believe that I am easy to steal from. So, the only option where I at least would keep my good name would be to simply kill you.” The pressure on your leg increased and you screamed in pain and at his words.

“If you don’t know anything, you are worthless to me and if you do know something you probably won’t tell me. Either way, I have no use for you anymore.” 

“No, no, please!” panic took over your mind and body and you’d do anything to survive this ordeal. “What if I do know something!” you tried to bargain, knowing fully well that you knew nothing. 

Mihawk’s lips were pressed into a joyless smile, his eyes were looking at you almost pitiful. Almost. 

“I’d kill you faster as a reward.” His voice could’ve sunk the titanic by how cold it was. Your heart sunk to your stomach, all blood that was still in your head also seemed to leave as you looked at the man, the monster, in front of you, telling you calmly that he’d end your life no matter what. 

Your brain was unable to grasp the thought of death as you suddenly felt extremely tired. It was as if someone put a warm blanket over your head that slowly drained out the last bit of light. Were you dying? But where was the pain? There was something warm running down your legs so were you already bleeding to death? It felt soothing. Your breathing became slower and slower, Mihawk’s face became nothing but a blur and then there was darkness. 

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“She passed out.” Crocodile noted amused as he pressed his cigar out in the ashtray on the desk. Mihawk nodded and got back up, his eyes looking at your unconscious form.

“And she peed herself.” 

[littlesniggy]

Commission Dabi x Reader

Hello everyone. So I had another commission two months ago and this time it was about Dabi. I honestly find it quite difficult for him to write but I did my best. This is part one of two (not sure when / if I'll get the second part of the commission though). Hope you enjoy it and looking forward to your feedback! Warnings: playing mind games, Dabi being a little sh*t, stalking, paranoia, Dabi still has black hair and goes by the name Dabi Pairing: Dabi x female reader Word count: 5.8k

You wish you never opened your eyes. You wish you were still asleep, dreaming of God knows what. You would even prefer dreaming about being stuck in a crowded place, desperately waiting to get away; anything would be better than what you are currently staring at. 

You pull your blanket closer to your face, your eyes wide open with fear and shock as a pair of piercing, ice blue eyes stare right back at you. Your heart is pounding inside your chest, threatening to burst right out of your ribcage and run as far away from this situation as possible, leaving you behind. 

You don’t dare avert your gaze from his, afraid he’d do something the moment your attention wasn’t 100% focused on him. The longer you stare at him, the more your eyes get used to the darkness inside your room and the more you are able to make out more than just his eyes. 

Your heartrate quickens (if that’s even possible) when realization hits you that you’ve met this person before. The shadow in the corner of your room seems to notice your realization as a lazy smile forms on his lips, his eyes hooded with satisfaction. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” Your voice cracks and sounds higher than usual but that’s what fear does to your body. It paralyzes you to the point where you don’t even recognize yourself anymore. You know people react differently to fear and the prospect of death. It is commonly known as fight of flight mode. Your uncle once told you that he fought off an entire gang of villains (you still doubt it was a gang) because they threatened your aunt. He just acted on instinct and fended them off. You wish you had the same courage, to simply stand up to this person and fight. But that’s just not how you are; that’s not who you are.

He steps closer to your bed, his hands buried deep inside his pockets, his predatory eyes glinting with anticipation. It’s the same glint he had in his eyes the first (and only) time you met him a couple of weeks ago. He was charming but he made you feel uneasy; you’re not good with human interactions and when someone comes off too strong your brain just doesn’t know how to handle the situation. Back then, you discarded the uneasy feeling due to your lack of social skills. Why couldn’t you listen just once to your gut feeling?

He stops in front of your bed; he could grab your feet if he wanted to and instinctively you pull them closer to your body, pressing your legs against your chest.

The man chuckles and leans forward, his hands gripping the frame of your bed. 

“That depends on you.”

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His eyes follow random people walking by with as much interest as someone doing their taxes. None of them piques his interest, none of them would be potential candidates for the League of Villains (he still thinks it’s a stupid name but he’s not the leader nor does he particularly care). After the first meeting a couple of weeks ago with Shigaraki he’s been out looking for like-minded villains but he didn’t seem to find the right people. All of them have been a waste of time so far and he’s starting to get bored with his task. He needs some distraction. 

Dabi walks past the shops of a not so busy street; the stares of the people not bothering him in the slightest. Let them stare, he’d think. They’ll stare even more once they know the truth about him. 

You have to mentally prepare yourself to order this much-needed coffee you’ve been craving for the past two days. You had asked your mom to bring you one when she went grocery shopping but she told you to “get your lazy ass outside once in a while and get the coffee yourself”. So now, here you are, leaving the comfort of your cozy room just for some coffee. 

“Next, please!” you take a deep breath and step forward, your face already feeling hot and you’re sure you must look like you’re in pain because the barista looks at you concerned. 

“What can I get you?”

“Can I….can I get a lall….” You feel your face heat up more and more and you are certain the other people behind you are staring at you, judging your incompetence while ordering a simple coffee. The barista smiles at you encouraging but you know he is judging you as well! He thinks you’re pitiful and pathetic and he is right. He opens his mouth to inquire what you want when you take a deep breath and burst out your order.

“Canigetalargecoffewithextramilkandsugar!?” Everyone goes quiet around you and you want to sink into the ground and just disappear. 

The barista looks at you wide eyed before he nods and repeats your order, just slower.

“One large coffee with extra milk and sugar. ‘s that correct?” he asks and you just nod. He types it in and asks you if you need anything else but you just mumble out a “no thank you”. He nods again and tells you the total. 

You grab your purse and look for your wallet, praying to God that you didn’t leave it at home. Relief floods you when you feel it and pull it out. With shaky hands you draw your credit card and place it against the card reader. A quick beep informs you that your card has been approved and the barista tells you to please wait for your coffee. 

It was sheer coincidence that Dabi waked past this coffee shop and just so happened to witness this bizarre interaction. He couldn’t help but stop and follow your struggle with his eyes. Sure, he didn’t hear what you were saying but he isn’t stupid; the reaction from the people around you told him everything he needed to know. 

He watches you grab your coffee hurriedly and you seem to be looking for a seat inside the café but the only seats available are the once outside. He tries to guess whether you will sit outside or just leave but both options seem to be likely. 

To his delight you choose to sit at one of the tables outside; the furthest away from everyone of course to have as few interactions as possible. You are small, almost fragile looking and your glasses make you look younger than you probably are. Oh, it’s been a while since Dabi found someone so…..timid, so…..not prepared for the real world. He’d go as far as to say that interacting with other people causes you some sort of mental pain but that’s just a hunch. He watches you take out your phone and headphones, brushing away your short hair to move them out of the way. “Forget it.” He mumbles to himself and strides over to where you’re sitting, his hands buried deep inside his pockets.

You notice a shadow but don’t look up, thinking it’s either just someone passing by or a beggar wanting some change. You are mistaken. With a dull thud someone drops down into the chair next to you, one arm leisurely resting on the backrest of your chair. Your whole body tenses and you don’t dare to look up but you feel the person next to you is eyeing you intently to the point where it’s way past being uncomfortable. 

You slowly turn your head to your left; the first thing you see are a pair of thick black boots firmly placed on the ground. The coat he’s wearing almost touches the ground as well but not quite. His dark pants are held up by a grey belt and underneath this long coat he’s wearing a white shirt. You want to say something but every word that might have come out of your mouth his being silenced by the horrendous look that presents itself in front of you when you see his face. 

Dark red, charred, patches of skin seem to be attached to the rest of his face by nothing but staples. Your mouth hangs open and you feel like you’re in some kind of horror movie. Is he a zombie. 

“It’s rude to stare.” The man says in a monotone voice though you’re sure there is a glint of amusement in his hooded turquoise eyes. The three piercings in his nose twinkle in the sun light as well as the staples. 

Out of the corner of your eyes you see his arm resting on your chair and you lean forward just a little bit in order not to touch him. He doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Whatcha drinkin’?” he asks nodding towards your coffee. You are completely overwhelmed by this situation and you sheepishly look around for help but everyone is ignoring you. Of course, the two freaks must know each other, you think angrily to yourself but this doesn’t get you out of this situation. 

“C-coffee…” you mumble and Dabi has to lean forward in order to catch what you’re saying. You instinctively squirm away from him which makes him chuckle in return. “Relax. Not gonna hurt ya.” He says, his hand casually brushing against your arm which makes you squirm even more. “Just coffee? Or with some fancy flavor? Maybe you can give me some recommendation. First time coming to this part of town. This a good café?” being bombarded with questions makes your head spin for a moment. Which one should you reply to first? Is he being serious? You doubt it but like hell will you call him out on his bullshit!

“It’s a good place.” You mumble, lifting your hand up to your face and first scratching your neck out of discomfort and then you instinctively go over to nibbling at your fingers before straight out biting your nails. It’s a bad habit of yours which your mom has scolded you for time and time again but you can’t seem to stop it. Every time you look at your nails you are reminded of your inability to cope with stressful situations in a more healthy manner, which makes you more anxious in return. 

Dabi huffs amused and leans in closer to you, his arm which is resting against your chair pulls you casually against him as well. You stiffen and a cold shudder runs down your spine. You don’t like it. The close proximity to this stranger makes you want to vomit but you hold it back. Why can’t he just leave? 

To make things worse does his arm snake around you even more and he grabs your hand from your lips, his long, slender fingers holding yours in an almost iron grip. “Whoa, your nails look awful.” The taunting tone in his voice has you sinking into your chair, trying to pull your hand away from him. Shame and embarrassment flow through every vein of your body. It’s bad enough your mom keeps nagging you about it but now a stranger as well? He shows mercy though as his warm hand slowly loosens its grip around your soft fingers until your hand slips out of his.

Dabi leans back with a satisfied grin on his face.  You want to retort something, you want to tell him that his whole appearance looks awful but even though he makes you uncomfortable, even though he keeps taunting and harassing you; you can’t bring yourself to criticize his looks when it’s obvious that the charred skin comes from a fire or something like that and you know the moment you open your mouth to mock him, you’d regret it. 

“Why are you out here all by yourself anyway? Waitin’ for your friends? Maybe your boyfriend?” His voice drops an octave when insinuating a potential boyfriend. You know he can’t possibly think you have a boyfriend so you conclude that he is trying to find your weak spots (which you have plenty of) and it drives you crazy. Why does he keep taunting you? Why does he keep making fun of you? Is this some kind of sick game? 

You shuffle uncomfortably in your seat, unsure how to answer his questions. Be honest? Or lie? Or just ignore it? You opt to go with option number one. You’re not a good liar and you have a feeling that he will keep pestering you. 

“Here by myself.” You reply. Dabi leans back in his seat and examines your form for a moment, his turquoise eyes reflecting the sun from above, making them even more piercing. “Is that so.” He simply responds. You can see his brain working hard behind those eyes and you kind of wished you could hear his thoughts but there is nothing but silence. 

Dabi retrieves his arm from your chair. You let out a sigh of relief in return, glad the uncomfortable human contact stopped. Now he just needs to-

“Can I try it?” he points at your drink but instead of waiting for your reply he simply grabs it and takes a big sip. 

Out of the corners of his eyes he sees you opening and closing you mouth like a fish but no sound comes out. He knows you want to tell him to stop; to stop drinking your coffee, to stop intruding your personal space to just stop bothering you. But you don’t. You press you lips together tightly and avert your eyes, frustration mirroring in your surprisingly pretty eyes. 

“Too much milk and sugar. Shoulda ordered it black.” He comments but keeps drinking your coffee until he empties it until the last drop and places it on the table in front of you again. You are simply flabbergasted by his behavior but instead if voicing your irritation you just shift in your seat once again, no sound coming from you. 

A crooked grin appears on his lips at your reaction. “Was nice meeting you but I gotta go. See ya around.” He places his hands on his thighs before getting up, his eyes never leaving your flustered from. You don’t reply. You don’t even acknowledge him leaving. Your eyes just stare at the empty cup in front of you while his heavy footsteps slowly walk away. 

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Dabi doesn’t look back either but he’s feeling something exciting tingling in his stomach. He’s met a lot of people being uncomfortable around him but you’re on a whole ‘nother level. You’re not just awkward around him but around everyone. The way you squirmed in your seat when he sat down, let alone when he had his arm around you; priceless! He is not a power hungry man but he can’t deny the feeling of superiority he had around you and how willing you seemed to just accept your fate, even though you were visibly frustrated with him. You could be a fun pastime while the League of Villains is still looking for new recruits. He would just let the others do the scouting. After all, he would only burn possible allies to dust anyways. 

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 You are an utter mess when you leave the café and at first you just walk aimlessly around, trying to gather your thoughts. As much as you’d like to deny it but this interaction has you scared. Why? You don’t know but just the way he behaved with this whole demeanor…it was too much for you. You’ve never met anyone with this much confidence or rather this much audacity like him. A quick thought passes through your mind that he might’ve been on drugs? But there were no indications for that and he didn’t really strike you as a junkie. 

You stop at a corner and take a deep breath. It’s over, you will never see him again. This was a once and a lifetime interaction and it just reaffirms your conviction to leave the house as little as possible. You take a quick look at your phone for the time and note that it’s time to go back home. Enough time spent outside. You need to go back to the comfort of your own room. 

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It’s really just coincidence that he sees you again while you cross the street but it plays into his hands. He wouldn’t necessarily consider himself a stalker just because he starts following you, his hands buried inside his pockets and heavy boots making a dull thud against the concrete floor. The word “stalker” describes losers who can’t get the girl but he knows he could get you.  He would much rather consider himself a predator who stalks his prey until he's cornered it, its wide fearful eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to strike. And you just happen to fit the description of the perfect prey. 

You curse yourself for not taking the car but for some odd reason you thought walking all the way to town was a good idea to clear your head and also give your body some exercise on the way. And the way here was fine. The way back is the problem. When making the decision to walk you didn’t consider the fact that you might not want to walk all the way back as well. Your feet are tired and from all the exercise this day. For a moment you contemplate calling an Uber but you decide against it. As much as you don’t want to continue walking you still need to sort your thoughts and being in a car with yet another stranger won’t help you in the slightest. 

You leave the city and the spaces between houses grow bigger and bigger with property lines stretching far back behind the houses yet big trees obstruct the view on the properties. Said trees also line up on either side of the street, their green crowns offering shade for the occasional pedestrian. But right now, the sun is about to set and a cool breeze hits your face and makes you burry your hands deeper into your sweatshirt pocket and pull up your shoulders. With fast footsteps you are getting closer and closer to your home; you know the way by heart ever since you were a little child walking to elementary school with your friends and could probably also walk the way with your eyes closed. 

You think back to this strange man from the café; you simply can’t get those calculating turquoise eyes out of your mind. They were mesmerizing and terrifying at the same time. They burnt their way right into your mind and now keep following you with every step you take. You suddenly feel uneasy and without thinking turn your head to look behind you. I’m just too paranoid. I’m just not used to being outside. You keep telling yourself to calm down and that your mind is playing games with you but there is this nagging feeling that you are being watched. 

Another cold breeze comes from behind; it feels colder than the previous one and more forceful. Your short hair tickles your ear as if it is trying to tell you something. You turn your head around once again, this time looking harder if you can see anyone. Some leaves dance across the street carried by the wind which seems to be picking up. There is light coming from a house across the street and an older looking man is leaning against the counter across the window, a bottle of beer in hand and absentmindedly looking out the window. 

You cautiously walk a few steps, your eyes scanning the area one more time before you look ahead and keep walking. You pick up your pace, the uneasiness from before slowly but surely turning into straight paranoia as you constantly feel a pair of turquoise eyes watching you from behind. But there is nothing. You shake your head but the image has burnt itself into your brain and you can’t seem to shake it off, to get rid of it. 

You spin around when you hear a rustling behind you, eyes wide open with panic, trying to find the source of the sudden noise. Your body is tense and your heart is racing. Another rustling. You take a step back, pulling your backpack in front of you for a false sense of security. But yet again, you see nothing. You need to get back home. ASAP. 

Even if you look insane, you start running with your backpack pressed against your chest. Your lungs soon start burning from the lack of oxygen and the lack of prior exercise. You take a mental note to start jogging one day. Just for cases like this where you feel unsafe and need to get out of a situation. 

You try to push yourself to run further but your body is not playing along and you need to stop. You heart is pounding in your chest and you are sure whoever is following you can hear it as well. You press your hands into your sides, letting your backpack drop to the ground in order to alleviate the pain. 

Once you’ve caught your breath you pick up the backpack again while your head looks around. Nothing there. Due to the adrenaline rushing through your body your senses seem to pick up as well because you are certain you hear heavy footsteps somewhere in the distance behind you. The same sound this man’s footsteps made when he left. Slow but heavy, each step promising misery if you stand in his way. 

You start walking purposefully (your lungs are still burning) and can finally see the unremarkable house on the left side of the street with the black mail box (your suggestion when you were younger). Relief replaces the adrenaline when you turn into the driveway, cross the lawn and hurry up the stairs to your front door. Your hand grabs the doorknob and turns it, the warm and familiar smell of home greeting you from the inside. 

You take a step forward, your right foot crossing the threshold when your body freezes in place, a cold shiver creeping down your body and every single hair on your body seems to be standing straight as if you were being electrocuted. 

Ever so slowly an almost hot hand is grabbing you by the neck. It’s featherily light, like a hot summer breeze but it’s pushing you down, intending to force you to give in and fall. Those turquoise eyes are now boring themselves into the back of your skull and it takes every bit of willpower you have to cross the threshold completely and close the door behind you. Instantly, the hand leaves your neck and you are met with your mom sticking out her head from the kitchen, a tired smile on her lips. 

“Welcome back, honey. Hope you had a nice day.”

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Dabi is delighted, to say the least. He is leaning against a tree, his eyes still glued to the closed door of your house. Through a window close to the door he can see you hurry up the stairs where he presumes your room is located. 

Seeing you so distraught when you thought someone was following you gave him chills of excitement. So scared, so….breakable. Sure, he was following you but you didn’t know that so your paranoia was even more enticing. 

His phone vibrates in his pocket. A quick look at the display has him click his tongue and he shoves the device back into his pocket. Shigaraki could wait. He has found a plaything he couldn’t possibly let out of his sight. Not after all the entertainment you’ve already provided. 

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To be honest, he thought it would be more fun watching you. It didn’t take long for him to figure out where your room was located and as luck would have it, it is right next to an enormous tree. While scouting the area at night he found the perfect branch to sit on. He is still covered by the leaves but has a good look inside. 

You mostly play video games or read books, sometimes texting with what he assumes are your friends but other than that, nothing interesting. To put it simple: you are a hermit. This would explain your behavior at the café the other week. Secretly, he hoped you’d do something more…forbidden. But apart from being withdrawn from society you are also quite innocent. At least for now. 

The first day he thought you were like Shigaraki but he disregards this thought just as fast. Shigaraki has been bothering him for the past couple of days; he keeps complaining over the lack of new recruits but at the same time doesn’t do anything himself, he pulls everybody down with his constant mood swings (not that Dabi is all sunshine himself but he would say that he enjoys life just a little bit more than this hand freak), and he is over all a pain in the ass. You, on the other hand, don’t piss him off. Your timidity is actually kind of cute. 

Dabi listens up when he hears your mom talk to you. Your window is open and a gentle breeze rustles through the leaves. 

“I met Tara and her boyfriend today while I was shopping and had a lovely chat with them. Her boyfriend seems to be so courteous!” your mother gushes and he can hear your eyes roll at this comment. 

“She told me that she is going to a birthday party tonight and she told me that you were also invited. Why are you not going?” 

You give your mom the side eye, then look back at the book you’re reading while sitting on your bed. 

“I don’t really feel like going. There are so many people I don’t know and I feel like I wouldn’t be any fun to be around.” You truthfully say. “I just don’t wanna ruin everybody’s fun…” you add in a lower tone. Your mom steps closer and stems her hands into her hips like mothers do.  “Well, have you tried having fun? You don’t need to stay there forever but it’d be good for you to at least socialize now and then. You can’t stay in your room forever, you can’t live here forever and you shouldn’t be alone forever! Maybe this would be a good opportunity to find a partner?” Your face turns hot; hot because of embarrassment, shame, sadness, and anger. 

“Please stop bringing this topic up again.” You quietly ask but your mom is not having it. She never does. 

“I’m just saying; all your friends from school are in relationships. I even heard that Carly is already engaged!” 

“I know….”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve loved to congratulate her! I’ve known her since she was a child!”

“Didn’t think it was important…”

“And when will you introduce us to a young man? When will you give us grandkids? Please, go outside and do something. Go on dates and live your life.” 

You are so tired of her speech. You’ve heard it so many times, you already know it by heart. You press your lips together tightly and closer your eyes. Your mother’s eyes keep staring at you, waiting for a response so you press out a “I’ll try” to satisfy her. She sighs, shakes her head and walks away, closing the door behind her. 

The moment you hear the click tears start rolling down your cheeks. You don’t want to cry; you’ve told yourself that you would let your mother’s reproach go in one ear and out the other without thinking too much about it but you can’t just tune out the sadness you feel every time she brings up this topic. It’s exhausting and you wish she’d just leave you alone. 

Dabi honestly didn’t think you’d take it so “well”. He imagined you crying in front of your mom but you kept it well together. You wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie, take a deep breath and put your book away. Instead, you grab the controller of your Play Station, turn on the TV screen and start playing a game, your back resting against the wall behind your bed. 

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Dabi takes a mental note to get rid of this thing asap. On the screen it reads ‘Get over here now.’

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It takes you a whole week to leave your home again and Dabi almost misses it because of Shigaraki. He’s surprised you are not taking the car after last time but maybe you figured how stupid you must’ve looked and that it was all just in your head. Silly you. 

When you reach the store you look at the small piece of paper your mom gave you. Some groceries for dinner, trash bags, soap, and whatever you could possibly need. And, you do, indeed, need something. Before you forget it (because it’s not on the shopping list) you walk to the feminine hygiene section and grab two boxes of tampons, one for you and one for your mom. You know your period will visit you within the next two days and you don’t want to leave your room just because you ran out of tampons. 

You take your time with the rest of the items. The store is not too crowded so you can actually take your time and enjoy being outside. You like grocery shopping. It’s just the people you don’t like. You like looking at new snacks, exotic fruit, weird looking fish, or whatever catches your eye. So, you range from isle to isle, grabbing the items your mom put on the list when you pass them but overall feel quite carefree…

…until you have this feeling again. You feel a tingling on your neck and the small hair stands up, giving you the chills. There it is again – those eyes. Your hands grab the handle of the basket tighter and you close your eyes, taking in a couple deep breaths before you open your eyes again, telling yourself it is just some unbased paranoia. 

Nevertheless, you don’t feel like browsing the aisle anymore and instead grab the remaining things left on the list and hurry to the self-check-out. It doesn’t take long until you’re out of the store and immediately rain starts pouring down on you. You let out a frustrated groan, put your shopping bags down to fumble your small umbrella out of your purse. Of course, it has to start raining right now.

With your umbrella out and open, you grab the bags and make your way across the parking lot, passing other customers who are running for the store to escape the heavy rain. But you just want to get back home. The store didn’t feel safe and right now the open street doesn’t feel safe either. I should’ve taken the goddamn car. You curse yourself but it doesn’t help. 

You thought that this unnerving feeling from before might disappear once you’re back outside but it’s still there. You know someone is watching you. You look around as discreetly as possible but you can’t see anyone suspicious. Just like last time. Maybe there is a villain watching you? You’ve read about maniacs who just kill anyone and everyone for fun. What if you were prey to such a villain? How would you act? Your quirk is not for fighting, let alone fighting a villain! You want to scold yourself for your thoughts but the more you scold yourself, the more prominent the fear becomes in your mind. 

You don’t feel as awkward as last time when you start running regardless; after all, it’s raining right now and people will assume that you just want to get back home to avoid getting too wet. 

Your heart is pounding inside your chest due to your paranoia and the physical exercise but adrenaline keeps you going. You also need to make sure the bags don’t rip open and scatter your groceries all over the ground. 

A quick look down to confirm the stability of the bags has you stop in your tracks. Something is wrong. Something is missing. Tampons. To be more precise your mom’s tampons. 

“Great.” You mumble to yourself. You turn around to see if they dropped somewhere along the way but you can’t see them anywhere near. Fuck it, I’m not going back. You think to yourself and keep running, your lungs are burning and your legs are heavy but you push yourself forward. 

It stops raining as fast as it started and the sun comes back out, the light reflecting on the wet street is almost blinding so you have to squint your eyes. In your head you are mentally preparing for the argument that will indefinitely ensue with your mom over the “forgotten” tampons. She would scold you for buying yourself tampons but not her and you wouldn’t know how to defend yourself. Even if you told her that you must’ve dropped them along the way she would ask you why you didn’t take the car, especially since you knew it would rain sooner or later. 

You turn left and walk across the driveway towards the front door, ready to accept your mother’s “wrath” when something catches your eyes. You stop and blink, thinking you’re hallucinating but you’re not. You take a few steps forward, climb the steps and stop in front of the door, your eyes glued to the small box in front if your door. 

“Tampons.” You mumble confused but feel relieved. No argument, no scolding, no accusations, no-

-no way they got here by themselves. 

You feel sick to your stomach and you think you have to throw up. How did this box of tampons get here before you did? There is only one logical explanation and you don’t dare to even think it. With a pounding heart, you bend down and grab the box (it was surprisingly not wet), not quite accepting the fact that someone must’ve left them here. Someone who knows that they are yours. Someone who knows who you are. Someone who knows where you live. 

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Dabi snickers as he watches you hurry inside and close the door. He wasn’t able to see your face upon the realization but your body language spoke volumes. 

His turquoise eyes linger on the front door for a couple more seconds before he slowly makes his way back to the hideout. But he then and there decides that you need some more action in your life. After all, he shouldn’t be the only one to have fun. For today you are safe though.

He’d be back soon enough and have all the fun with you in the world. 

[littlesniggy]

Seduction Part Seven

Well, this is the last part of the Seduction series. I'm still not back with writing but I really wanted to finish this story because it kept bothering me. I had so many different ideas how to finish this but I liked this one best. I can warn you ahead, no happy ending.

Please enjoy!

Warning: ns.fw, 18+, sm.ut, older man x younger woman, no happy ending, swearing, p in v Pairing: Sakazuki x female reader Word count: 3.7k Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

It’s been a couple of months since you showed up at his house, wounded and maybe even near death. Ever since then Sakazuki knew that something needed to change but he couldn’t quite figure out what exactly. Sure, it all needed to start with you no longer coming to his house and risk his career. He was honestly amazed at your skills to blend in and conceal yourself when you came to Marineford but still, the risk was too high. 

Secondly, he needed to distance himself emotionally and physically from you. Since he was the fleet admiral and basically spent all his time at Marineford you were the one coming to see him. He couldn’t describe it any differently, but he’s gotten used to you; to your presence, to your body, to your personality… and that was also something that needed to change. He was the fleet admiral, for fuck’s sake! He had no business getting comfortable around you!

The only way to get out of this dilemma was to end once and for all. 

He took a deep breath from his cigar, his back leaning against the wall behind him, and turned his head to look at your sleeping form. Your back was turned towards him and his blanket only covering the lower half of your body. He noticed some angry red handprints on the side of your stomach where his hand had heated up just the tiniest bit last night. 

He let the ash drop into and ashtray standing next to his futon before he sucked on the cigar once again, letting the white smoke escape from his mouth. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He still had three hours before he needed to be at work. Three hours to figure out how to proceed from now on. Though he already had a plan that has been manifesting in the back of his mind for quite some time now…

His attention was drawn back to you when you turned around with a soft sigh, inching closer to his warm body. Sakazuki twisted his face a little at your peaceful and blissfully unaware behavior. You shouldn’t feel comfortable around him. You shouldn’t feel safe around him! But here you were, sleeping soundly next to your supposed enemy. 

He puffed again on his cigar, his other hand grabbing one of your locks between his fingers and absentmindedly playing with your hair. 

You were woken up by a tickling feeling on your cheek and the smell of something burning. Groggily, you opened your eyes and were first met with a very big and very muscular thigh next to you. Your gaze followed the leg, the curve of an equally muscular ass, and up the torso until you were met with a familiar pair of harsh eyes that were studying you as well. 

“Morning.” You mumbled after a while, receiving no response from the fleet admiral. Instead, he lifted his cigar up to his lips to puff on the toxic stick. He also let go of your hair and instead casually placed it on his stomach. 

You sighed and sat up but winced at various body parts that were more than sore from last night. Next to you, you heard an amused huff at your reaction and you shot him a glare from over your shoulder. 

“You should be glad you’re a devil fruit user. Otherwise, I’d fuck you up just the same.” You mumbled under your breath and started inspecting your body for any major bruises. 

“I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t change a thing, Y/n.” he mocked. 

Another half-hearted glare in his direction only made him shake his head with the tiniest of grins and you decided to not press it any further. 

Your eyes widened at the angry red imprint on your side that looked suspiciously like his hand. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t burn me to death just because you got too excited.” You reprimanded him annoyed but he ignored your comment. Instead, he placed his free hand on the other side without the handprint and let it heat up as well. 

“Fuck!” you hissed and jerked away from him, climbing onto his lap to get away from his hot hand. “Are you crazy?!” You turned around to look at him, straddling his lap with your legs and an angry look on your face. Sakazuki tilted his head to the side, his hand finding your side once again but he refrained from heating it up again.

“Maybe that was a hint for you to leave.” Pissed, you wanted to get up and really just leave as he had “suggested” but you felt the weight of his hand holding you down on his lap, commanding you to stay where you were. So, you didn’t move.

He lifted his cigar back up to his lips but before he put it between his lips you reached out and grabbed his wrist. Confused, he looked at you. Your hand slowly let go and instead took the cigar between your fingers and took it out of his hand. Sakazuki let you and watched as you instead put it between your own lips and puffed on it. The taste was not really pleasant and you twisted your mouth in slight disgust. 

“How can you willingly smoke this?” you ask. Sakazuki didn’t reply and reached for the cigar again but you pulled your hand away. With a challenging look you moved the cigar towards his bare chest, stopping only inches from his skin. The fleet admiral didn’t stop you but his expression hardened.

“I want you to think hard about your next move.”

“Wouldn’t it only be fair if I got to burn you as well?” you replied, the burning end of the cigar still hovering over his chest. 

“Life isn’t fair.”

You swallowed, contemplating on the possible outcomes. You really wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine but there was still his hand on your hip, dangerously warm. 

You sighed and removed the cigar from his chest and stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray. 

Sakazuki hummed contently and put his other hand on your hip as well, caressing your warm skin with his calloused palms. You looked up at him and put your hands on his chest, slightly moving them up and down before your placed them on his shoulders. 

You lifted your body up and pressed it against his, your breasts being squished between your two bodies. Your head leaned forward and you started to follow his chest tattoo with your lips. Sakazuki’s hands slightly traced your back and butt, squeezing it now and then. 

You panted against his skin, pressing your body closer against his. Your mouth moved up his chest, over his collarbone and to his strong neck. You breathed in his musk. Paired with his gentle massaging your butt your felt how your core got wet and your body heated. 

You whimpered against his skin when his hands started massaging the back of your thighs, kneading the soft flesh and inching closer to your hot core. 

Your kisses on his neck go more heated in return and you started letting your teeth graze over the sensitive skin on his neck and your heard him take in a sharp breath as a response. 

You stretched your body a little bit more to reach his ear, your warm breath ghosting over the shell of it. Your hands moved over his chest, his stomach and grazed against his stiff member. “You like that?” you whisper into his ear. He could hear your grin in your voice. 

“Don’t get too cocky.” He growled and gave you a sharp slap on your butt. 

You gasped in surprise. Your body started to rub against his, your hard nipples appreciating the friction. Sakazuki grabbed both your ass cheeks and spread them apart, then resumed to kneading them, this time stronger. 

His beard scraped against your face as you started kissing his jawline. You felt his jaw tense the closer you got to his mouth and also his hands stopped caressing your ass. Uncertain, you stopped and looked up at him, his face extremely close. Your body longed for him and you had the urge to feel his lips on yours. And why would it be wrong? You’ve had sex plenty of times before so what was one kiss? But back in your mind you knew that a kiss could be much more intimate than simple sex. It’s been an unspoken rule between the two of you that there was no kissing involved. Kissing was something reserved for lovers and your were….fuck buddies. But still…

Your lips moved closer to his, feeling his breath against your skin. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of permission. 

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his lips almost brushing against yours. The smell of the cigar on his breath is fogging your mind and his voice is somewhere in the distance. 

He should push you away. He is the older one and he has a responsibility not to behave like a horny teenager. You shouldn’t kiss him. You shouldn’t want to kiss him. But here you were, mere inches away from his own lips, your eyes longing but also unsure. He can see the internal fight you’re currently having with yourself and he hopes the reasonable voice in your mind will win – because he knows he won’t stop you.

“Why not?” you hear yourself ask, your lips inching closer to his until they brush against each other. Your lips are parted and you’re waiting for his response. But he doesn’t speak. 

This is the sign for your to throw all remaining doubts over board.

You place your lips against his; they’re firm and warm yet inviting and surprisingly gentle. Your heart starts hammering in your chest and there are a million butterflies going rampant in your stomach. 

You are hesitant when you start moving your lips against his, thrown off guard when you notice that Sakazuki is not reciprocating the kiss. Your heart sinks into your stomach; what’s going on? Doesn’t he want this? 

You open your eyes and look right into his harsh eyes which are staring right back at you. Oh no! Your body runs. Is this bad? This must be bad!

You want to retreat from his lips, the horror plastered all over your face. You know you messed up. You know you should’ve listened to the small voice in your head! He told you not to! He will be mad at you! He will yell at you! He will-

His firm lips capture yours in an intense kiss that takes your breath away. His hands press you against his body, his nails digging into your skin, while his lips move against yours. 

You are completely thrown off guard by his sudden action and are stunned. 

You hear yourself whimper when his gently nibbles on your bottom lip and you start moving your lips in tandem to his. 

His lips move precise and purposefully against yours; there is no unnecessary movement, no sloppy tongue. You try to get your tongue between his lips but he won’t let you. But that’s fine. Your body is on fire and you let him feel how horny you are by grabbing his wrist and leading his hand between your legs where your dripping pussy desperately waits for his touch. 

His fingers brush against your wet core and he growls against your mouth excited. His thick fingers rub against your folds before he inserts two. Your core clenches around his digits and you moan pleased, moving your hips against his fingers. 

Sakazuki places his lips against your neck close to your ear.  

“Fucking slut.” He growls and inserts a third finger, spreading you to his liking. You moan again, your fingers finding support on his shoulders and your nails dig into his skin und his skin breaks and a little bit of blood starts running down his chest. 

“Shit!” you hiss, felling how your orgasm is rapidly approaching. You want to push him away, trying to remove his hand from between your legs to prolong the nearing climax but Sakazuki won’t let you. The fleet admiral grabs both your wrists with his free hand and pulls them above your head while his other hand pistoles in and out of your dripping pussy, wet sounds mixing in with your unhinged moans. 

“Fuck!” you curse, throwing your head back and pressing your eyes shut. Your mouth hangs open as you desperately gasp for air, face red and sweaty, a few strands of hair clinging to your skin. 

“C-cumming!” you moan, biting your lip in anticipation of your orgasm. 

Sakazuki leans forward, his teeth nibbling at your jaw.

“As if I’d let you cum.” His voice is dangerously sadistic and your brain processes his words not fast enough. Otherwise, you could’ve prepared for his fingers retreating from your pussy, leaving you hanging and frustrated. 

Your eyes snap open and your head shoots forward. Angrily but also desperately you glare at him. 

“Don’t stop!” you pant, your arms wriggling in his iron grip. Sakazuki lifts his free hand that is covered in your juice and holds it in front of your lips. “Suck.” He orders and you open your mouth willingly. You taste yourself on your tongue as it swirls around his digits, licking up every last drop of your slick. 

With an audible plop he retreats his fingers from your mouth before wiping them dry on your breasts. 

“Please….!” You look at him desperately, wiggling your ass a little to maybe encourage him. Sakazuki leans forward and kisses your lips hard and longing, even biting at your lips again until he suddenly turns and brings you underneath him, his hand still holding your wrists but now pressing them into the futon below you. 

“Please what?” he asks, his eyes boring into your own, making you feel small and vulnerable underneath his big man. 

“Fuck me.” You press out, adrenaline rushing through your veins. His grip around your wrists tightens and a displeased look is on his face. 

“Please, fuck me, Sakazuki sama.” You breathe out, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. The fleet admiral smirks at you before letting go of your wrists and grabbing your hips tightly, lifting them up until your body is aligned with his dick. You look up at him, your position kind of awkward because of the angle you’re lying on the futon. 

Sakazuki looks at you for a moment, then he presses the tip of his dick into your dripping core and then pressing further and further, stretching you almost uncomfortably until he is completely buried inside you. A long and guttural moan is pressed out of your lungs and you grab the pillow behind you for support. 

He thinks about giving you time to adjust but then decides against it, coming to the conclusion that he’s already spoiled you enough. He starts with slow but intense thrusts, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock; and you love it. Your eyes are pressed shut, enjoying what he is doing to you. His fingers are gripping your hips hard, pulling you closer with each thrust.

Your legs are stretched wide apart to fit him in between them and you are generally unable to move, let alone move away from him if you wanted. 

Sakazuki leans forward, pressing your lower body closer to you upper to get a better angle. He picks up his pace, his hand moving from your hip to your tits and squeezing them in the process. Another moan leaves your mouth and you arch your body against his touch, trying to move against his thrusts but it’s just not possible so you let him manhandle you. 

His hand moves from your tits to your throat and he closes it tightly around your neck, squeezing your windpipe shut. You try to gasp for air but to no avail, your hands instinctively claw at his larger on to loosen his grip but he is unforgiving.

Not long after does the lack of oxygen go to your head and you feel high. His dick inside of you feels more intense and Sakazuki seems to notice it as well since he slows down and lets you once again feel every inch of his hard dick which keeps rubbing against your walls. 

You open your eyes to look up at him, his lips slightly parted but otherwise having himself under control. Your lips form the word ‘air’ and you hope that he grants you the much-needed breath of oxygen. Sakazuki waits a little longer until panic starts to settle in, then he loosens his grip and you take in a long and deep breath of air but let it out right away through another loud moan he draws from you when he changes angles again in his dick presses against your special spot. 

“Shit!” he hisses when you tighten around him and his grip around your throat tightens reflexively again. You watch him close his eyes for a moment while he starts pounding into you before he opens them again to look at you. 

You watch your breasts move in tandem to his thrusts and how his massive dick is forced in and out of your cunt over and over again. 

Soon, this familiar tingling inside of you makes itself known again and you know that you’re close. 

Your legs twitch at the feeling that becomes more and more intense with watch thrusts, your body tenses and relaxes to cope with how quickly your orgasm is approaching. Sakazuki notices it as well. For a moment he considers denying you this one as well but he does not have unlimited time and he knows you need to leave soon. 

“You wanna cum?” he asks, stopping his thrusts for a moment, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Your walls are clenching around him, trying to force him to move but he doesn’t budge. His hand lets go of your throat and instead he places it right next to your head on the futon. 

Your eyes are red and watery due to the lack of oxygen but you know exactly what you want.

“Please let me cum, Sakazuki sama.” You whisper, biting your lip seductively. The fleet admiral presses his lips into a thin line and his hand clenches into a fist when he starts ramming himself into you, pressing you even further into the mattress while he fucks you into oblivion. 

You almost scream at this onslaught of his member and your orgasm hits you hard. Your whole body tenses, your toes curl, and your back arches from the futon. You throw your head back and let out one last long and loud moan while you cum hard around the older man. 

Sakazuki grunts in response, feeling how your pussy is trying to milk him and he is tempted to just let you squeeze him dry but he can’t do that. 

The small voice in his head forces him to pull out at the last moment before he unloads on your stomach and your tits, his cum covering you almost completely. 

He keeps his eyes closed for a moment to compose himself again, then he looks down at your wrecked form. 

“Fucking brat.”

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He wa already fully dressed and ready to go when you came out of the bathroom after getting rid of all the evidence of your morning session. 

He threw your clothes right at you, urging you to hurry since he had to go. You silently got dressed without complaint and then stood before him. 

“You’re not getting a goodbye kiss.” Sakazuki simply said and you huffed. “Why would I want that?” you retorted but internally not being completely against it. 

“Good. Just so we’re clear. This will never happen again.” He said and you rolled your eyes. You already knew this spiel and he always caved when you came back. 

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You turned around and walked towards the window. For a moment, you contemplated turning around one last time but decided against it. Instead, you just lifted your hand and gave a half-hearted wave goodbye. Then, you were gone.  

Sakazuki watched you disappear, not moving for a moment as if he was frozen in place. Then, he reaches for the den den-den-mushi on the cupboard.

“Borsalino, there might be a rouge pirate at Marineford.”

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The marine caught you by surprise and you were completely unprepared. You tried to get away from them but there were simply too many and you had to surrender. Now, you were led towards the big navy headquarter with its prison cells underneath the building, ready to be shipped off to Impeldown. 

First, you had no idea why and how they found you but realization hit pretty quickly when you heard admiral Kizaru speak into his den-den-mushi.

“You were right, Sakazuki. There was a rouge pirate running about Marineford.”

Of course, you thought to yourself with a bitter smile on your lips. Would’ve been too good to be true.

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“Do I wanna know why you knew there was a pirate running around HQ like this?” Borsalino sat on Sakazuki’s sofa in his office while the fleet admiral stood at the door, looking at the endless ocean. 

“You don’t need to know, Borsalino.” Sakazuki simply replied and with that the conversation was over for him. 

He felt weirdly dissatisfied but he dismissed it with the fact that he would simply miss having sex with you. This whole situation between you two was purely physical, nothing more. The kiss this morning was simply a slip-up and he just got carried away. It would never happen again. He would never see you ever again. Was it the right thing to have you locked up for the rest of your life?

Yes, absolutely. There was nothing wrong about locking up a criminal. He had his fun but if he kept this going this whole situation would simply cloud his mind and he couldn’t let that happen. 

Was it selfish to lock you up for the rest of your life?

Probably. But Sakazuki has never been known for being particularly selfless. 

He was the fleet admiral, after all. He didn’t get this job by being considerate but by being ruthless. And he would not change just for some good pussy.  

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Thank you for reading and staying with me all these years! I hope you enjoyed this whole story and I'm sorry not really for the not so happy ending. It just seemed right and fit Akainu's personality. He just seems like the type of guy who puts the marines over everything else.

Well, thanks a lot again!

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[littlesniggy]

Tying a knot

Soooooo....I'm not back but I really wanted to write this so yeah....hope you like it. Reader is a new recruit in the marines and is actually doing pretty well....if it wasn't for those stupid knots.

Warnings: modern day AU, military AU, dub-c, power dynamics, older man x younger woman, reader is fresh out of high school but over 18, swearing, slightly ns.fw

Pairing: Admiral Sakazuki x female recruit reader

Word count: 4.4k

When you pictured yourself in the future you always thought you’d go to college, get a job, settle down, have some kids, and live the rest of your life together with your husband on some lone range in the middle of nowhere, your grandkids running around while your kids prepare the Sunday dinner in your kitchen while you hold hands with your husband and reflect on what a blessed life you’ve had.

Or maybe you would’ve pursued your carrier, made a fortune by inventing something crazy useful or made the right investment at the right time and by the age of 35 you would’ve been so rich that you never had to lift a finger for the rest of your life. You could’ve traveled abroad, see the world and see where the wind carries you. 

The harsh reality hits you when your commanding officer screams into your face, his spit landing in your open mouth by default since you are breathing heavily. Your muscles are burning and you’re not sure anymore if it’s because of the thousands of sit ups you’ve been forced to do or because you ate something funny (the food is really not the best and you’re not sure how long some of the cans have been hidden in the cabinets, forgotten until the canteen lady unsuspectingly found it and decided it was still edible). 

“MOVE. YOUR. ASS! We’re not in sissy camp, recruit!” he yells, more spit landing on your face. Sweat is covering your entire body, your brown shirt and pants soaking wet, coloring it a shade darker than it actually is. You grunt and follow is order, trying to move faster but everything is simply burning. Your officer luckily moves on to the person next to you to scream at him as well. 

If you remember correctly his name is Cody. You saw him briefly at the briefing in week one but haven’t really noticed him ever since. Apparently, he is also still trying to become a marine, taking the 8 week training camp as seriously as you are. 

The whistle blows and everyone is collapsing on the hard ground, loud panting and groaning can be heard over the entire training ground. “Two-minute break! Then we’ll go over to push-ups!” your commanding officer yelled. Internally your groan in frustration but instead shield your eyes from the burning sun above you to get some shade. Once again, you’re contemplating why you chose this path in life and not the ones you’ve dreamt of when you were younger.

It's not that you are stupid. Rather the opposite. You studied hard to get into university after high school, had a high GPA and all the ambitions to succeed. The only thing you didn’t have was money or a scholarship. Your parents couldn’t afford to send you to college and for some reason you also couldn’t land any scholarships. Contemplating if you should apply to universities anyways or not your uncle mentioned that you could join the military for a couple of years and they would then pay for your studies. So, that’s what you decided to do. Taking online classes is the best possible option but they won’t start before September and you had to survive the first 8 weeks of this hell hole first. 

You roll over onto your stomach and reach for the bottle of water to take a big sip before you have to do a shit ton of sit-ups. 

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“Listen up! Tomorrow we will have a high-ranking visitor at our compound. Your orders are to behave at your best, to not complain and to fulfill every task given to you! Not that it’s any different from any other day but I won’t have you lot embarrass us in front of admiral Sakazuki!” a nervous murmur can be heard amongst the recruits, earning everyone a “Shut the fuck up!”. 

“He and vice admiral Garp will stay until the end of week 4 when you will take your second academic test. I don’t need to remind you to study for this test since you will not be able to continue your carrier in the navy unless you pass all tests!” he reminds you all.

Thinking back you noticed some faces didn’t return after the first test but you didn’t really pay it any mind. You scored in the top 10% and are more than content with it. You are also not too concerned about the second test since the questions asked are not too hard anyways. 

“That is all. Dismissed!” the officer yells and immediately stalks off. You and the rest of the new recruits slowly make your way over to the shacks where you share everything with one another. No privacy, only the bathrooms and showers are separated by sex which you are very grateful for. 

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After taking a shower you feel much better; still sore but much better. “Dinner” is served exactly at 1830 (630 pm) and if you’re later you won’t get anything to eat and have to wait until the next morning. One of your new friends here made this experience the very first day because he was late. You didn’t really feel bad for him since they said not even 6 hours prior when breakfast, lunch and dinner will be served so it was really only his fault. You have no idea why you engaged in conversation with him since he did nothing but complain that night but you somehow became friends and have sticked together since then. 

“What do you think about admiral Sakazuki coming tomorrow, Y/n?” you look up from your food at Rosinante and shrug. “It’s kinda surprising for him to come here. Maybe he has some business to attend to near the base or even on here….” You muse and take a bite of your meat (?) which tastes just like a show. Rosinante hums and watches your face contort in slight disgust at the taste and texture of the food. “You might be right. Still, I haven’t heard anything good from him.” His voice is hushed as to not attract too much attention. 

“Ever since he’s become an admiral some missions abroad have been somewhat….” He pauses, trying to think of the appropriate word. 

“Questionable?” you finish and he nods in agreement. “Yes, questionable.” He agrees and also takes a bite before spitting it back out. “Disgusting.” He huffs and you smile at him. 

“I heard he’s planned some reform for the marines.” Surprised, you turn around to look at none other than Koby who is sitting right behind you. “I’m sorry for eavesdropping.” He apologizes with a small smile but you wave it off. “No worries.” You assure him, also inviting him to continue. 

“I’ve heard some of the officers talk about him visiting another training ground and he personally threw out some of the new recruits even though they passed the tests. They don’t know why but ever since he’s been promoted the atmosphere within the navy has changed.” He informs you. Both you and Rosinante gulp at the story. Sure, there is always the possibility that you might fail a test but being thrown out even after you passed? 

“This almost seems personal…” you murmur and the others nod in agreement. 

“Guess that’s why commander prick seemed a little nervous earlier today.” Rosinante muses. You stay silent, following your own train of thought regarding this revelation.

You need to pass all the tests and become a marine. This is one of the only ways to pursue your academic carrier without falling into a crushing amount of debt. This visit might be a bigger problem than initially expected.

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You are used being yelled at. You are used being spit at. You are also (unfortunately) being used to indecent touches by some of your male comrades. All of this you can look past; you know how to deal with it, are not getting intimidated or flustered by any of it. But this is different. 

You have met a lot of different people in your life; some demand more, some demand less authority when entering a room but you have never, ever in your life met anyone who had such a dangerous and commanding aura like the admiral. The moment he stepped onto the training compound your blood ran cold. Chills covered your skin and your stomach dropped. Since now you have never seen anyone as dangerous or a threat. Call it privileged but despite your poor family you were raised pretty well in a surprisingly good neighborhood and there were not a lot of potentially dangerous people in your area. 

You want to look down when his eyes muster the recruits but you know you are not allowed to. This is an entirely new situation and, quite frankly, you have no idea how to behave. And you don’t like it.

Out of the corners of your eyes you can see that your fellow recruits are feeling the same and you feel some kind of relief. At least you’re not the only one.

“When I look at you, I feel disappointed.” His voice is gravely and sends another shiver down your spine. It also makes you listen up even more. This is not a good start for a speech. 

“I visited other bases before and I came to the conclusion that the navy will have to be more selective with new recruits. It should be a privilege to serve in the navy and people should act accordingly. That is why I will personally conduct interviews tomorrow with each and every one of you. If you’re not convincing, you can go back home. That’s all. Dismissed!” 

There is a long stretch of silence where nobody dares to move, even long after he is out of view. Even the officers are speechless, but not for too long. 

“You heard him! So, you better prepare tonight! We will also be judging you on your progress today so you better get your act together!”

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You don’t have problems with neither the physical training nor with the academic part but something you certainly are not skilled at is knot-tying. It seems so easy – everybody else can do it – but you can’t to get your head around the right way to tie this stupid knot. You’re constantly yelled by your officers and it also doesn’t help that the admiral and the vice admiral (who you’ve seen for the first time today at knot-tying practice) are watching you with sharp eyes. Or at least the admiral is, vice-admiral Garp is idly chatting with some of the lower ranking marines. 

A frustrated groan leaves your mouth when this stupid rope keeps loosening up every time you’re about to tighten it. “Fucking stupid shitty rope….!” You mumble under your breath and are about to start over again when a large shadow is covering the light coming from the lamp above. You look up, ready to be yelled at again when your body turns to stone. 

You’re looking at the admiral himself, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a displeased look on his face. Everyone around you is silent, shooting stealthy looks in your direction. “I suggest looking for a different carrier when you’re not even capable of tying a simple knot, recruit.” He says and stretches out one hand expectantly. You have to forces your body to move and to give him the rope, your hand briefly brushing against his bigger one. 

You can only watch his massive hands deftly tie the knot you’ve been struggling with, somewhat amazed at how easy it is. With a loud thud he puts the knot down in front of you on the table, an arrogant look in his eyes. “I’ll keep this in mind for the interview tomorrow, recruit.” His words are nothing short of a threat and you feel dizzy. That you’re entire future depends on this asshole and a fucking knot is ridiculous! You look down at the perfectly tied knot and ignore the admiral disappearing. 

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You are usually not nervous before interviews but today is different. You feel like throwing up and your hands are shaking. Not only will you be stepping in front of Sakazuki very soon but he will also decide on your future. Some of your comrades have already come back but so far none of them seems to have been kicked out. Nevertheless, they looked terrified. 

Another thing that bothers you is that you can’t anticipate how long the interview will be. Some of the others came out after 10 minutes, others stayed inside for 20-30 minutes. No way the admiral will be able to interview each and every one of you in a single day. 

The door opens and Koby comes out, his face pale as a ghost. You look at him concerned but he simply sighs in slight relief. “Good luck”, he whispers as he slowly walks away. 

“Y/n!” you’re being called into the room. As soon as you enter, the door is being shut behind you and you’re alone with admiral Sakazuki sitting on the opposite side of the room at a big desk. 

He is wearing the standard dark blue admiral uniform but no tie. All his medals are decorating the left side of his chest and you wonder what one needs to do to earn so many awards within the navy. 

You stand in front of the door, whole body straight and a (hopefully) stern look on your face. Sakazuki looks up at you after opening a file – your file, supposedly. 

“Sit.” He orders you and without hesitation you follow his command and sit down on the opposite side of the table, taking your hat off.  

Sakazuki looks at you for a moment before looking down at your file. 

“So, recruit.” He begins, not even bothering to read your name even though your file is right in front of him. “I’ve read your file. Good academic carrier so far.” He remarks but you don’t feel complimented. You know there is coming more. 

“Thank you, sir.” You reply regardless. 

“What made you join the marines and not go to university?” you knew this questions would come and you have thought about the right answer all night. You wanted to tell the truth but you decided against it last minute. 

“I want to serve our country and give back to this great nation.” You reply instead, swallowing the lump in your throat. There is a short silence in the room before the admiral huffs. 

“Serve our country….give back to the nation….stop bullshitting me.” You freeze at his words and his harsh eyes bore right into you. 

“S-sir?” you dare to ask. 

“I asked you why you wanted to join the navy after school and I expect an honest answer. You’re already on thin ice. One wrong step and you’re gone….” He mused, his eyes never leaving yours. The fight or flight instinct wanted to kick in but you desperately tried to suppress it. Neither would serve you good in this situation unless you wanted to lose face completely. 

“I-“ you cleared your throat before starting over again. “I wanted to go to university. But it wasn’t meant to be. So I decided to join the navy. I plan on taking online classes later in my carrier but right now I am entirely focused on my training and becoming a good marine. 

“A good marine should be able to tie a simple knot.” You couldn’t help but look away as your face heats up in embarrassment. You hear him move and pull something out of a drawer. When you look up you see a long rope in front of you on the table.

“How would you tie an enemy’s hands when you’ve captured them and have only this rope?” you know you learnt this the other day but by God you can’t remember!

You take the rope in your hands, looking lost but you decide to improvise. Maybe you’d be lucky…

You start to cross both ends to start tying the rope but Sakazuki interrupts you. “Try it on me.” His suggestion is much more an order than anything else. You want to protest but he has already placed both hands on top of the table in front of you. 

You don’t want to tie his hands together; mostly because you are scared to touch the man in front of you. But you have no other choice. You reach out and take both his hands into yours; his palms are warm and calloused, the rough patches brushing against your own hands. You slide the rope underneath his hands and start winding the rope around them. You know this is wrong, you know there is a right way but you simply can’t remember. 

The admiral watches you and lets you finish, his expression unreadable but you know you messed up once again. When you tighten the tow ends and look up at him you are met with a disappointed and annoyed look. You press your lips together and wait for his judgement. He lifts up his hands so both of you can take a good look.

“Tell me what you did wrong, recruit.” He demands. You look at your work but remain silent. Frustrated with you lack of answer Sakazuki simply flexes his arms and hands and rips the rope apart, freeing his hands in the process. 

“This was a sad excuse of a knot but an even sadder excuse of an aspiring marine. You want to defend this country?” he huffs derogatorily and you shrink into yourself. 

“First of all, you never tie an enemy’s hands in front of them. Always on the back.” He gets up, grabbing a second rope from the drawer and rounds the table. You slightly glare up at him. Of course, this was a set-up. He deliberately placed his hands in front of him on the table and not behind his back. 

“I must’ve misunderstood the assignment, sir. I thought you simply wanted me to tie your hands.” You admit but this answer is no good. 

“The order was clear, recruit. Tie my hands like I was an enemy. Would you tie an enemy’s hands like this?” you shake your head. 

“This is pathetic.” He mumbles. Suddenly, his hand grabs your hair, pulls you from the chair and presses your flat on the table. You gasp surprised and instinctively try to push yourself back up but the admiral has both your hands already grabbed behind your back, holding them  in an iron grip as his free hand slides around your wrists.

It doesn’t even take 10 seconds and your hands are tightly tied. You squirm underneath him, trying to get up but your tied hands combined with a single hand that is lightly pressing down between your shoulder blades is preventing you from getting away. 

“This is how you subdue an enemy.” You try to look at him over your shoulder but his hand moves to your head back again and presses your face onto the surface. You gasp, your legs kicking backwards to hit him but he steps closer and presses his body against yours. To be precise, he presses his legs against the back of your thighs, preventing you from moving at all. 

You struggle against your restrains but his grip only becomes harder. “Fuck!” You breathe out frustrated and give up, accepting your defeat and the likely end of your military carrier. 

“Pathetic.” He comments but lets go of you, pulling you from the table and onto your feet. You feel humiliated but suppress the tears that threaten to form in your eyes. You will not let him see your defeat, not Sakazuki. 

“You should just quit and save yourself from further humiliation which will come.” He says demeaning but you shake your head, “All due respect, sir, but I will not quit.” To underline your point you turn around to face him, the slight glistering of tears could vaguely be made out but either Sakazuki doesn’t see it or he ignores it. 

“I can be useful and I know I will be of value. I will not quit.” You look right into his cold eyes. Sakazuki remains silent for a moment before he steps forwarder, forcing you back and to bump against the table with the back of your thigh. 

“What will happen if you get captured?” he asks you, stepping another step forward and leaning forward deliberately slowly. You lean back instinctively, swallowing hard. You are not comfortable with this close proximity. 

“Will you be able to keep your mouth shut and not rat out your comrades?” he leans down further, forcing you to back up even more until your back is lying on the table again. 

Sakazuki places both hands next to your head, trapping you between his body and the table. 

“Y-yes, sir.” You affirm his question, forcing yourself to keep the eye contact. 

“Is that so? Even if they torture you?” his right hand traces down your arm until he reaches your hip. The warmth of his hand radiates through the fabric. It’s almost burning hot and makes you squirm under his touch. 

“Even if they do unspeakable things to you?” he continues, his hand moving upwards, riling your shirt up in the process, exposing your soft skin to his gaze. 

You let out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, body slightly shaking under his touch. “Yes, sir.” You affirm once again, your heart hammering inside your chest. Sakazuki’s eyes slowly leave yours and instead travel down your body, taking in the curves of your breasts and then the exposed skin on your stomach.

You have so many different feelings racing inside your mind but the most prominent one is what is he going to do? Is this even legal? 

The admiral leans down, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath against your neck. Your body heats up when a low groan rumbles through his body, revibrating against yours. His hand traces your naked skin up, inching closer to your breasts. Your body arches against his touch and you have the urge to wrap your legs around his waist. You know your pussy is wet from his short ministration and you want to be touched.

However, there is this small part in your head that screams at you that this is a trap. But this tiny voice keeps being pushed to the side with every touch from his big hand. You sigh and let your head fall to the side when his hand pushes underneath your sports bra and starts fondling your breast. 

A thin sheen of sweat has formed over your skin and you feel the heat inside your body. How did it come to this? This was supposed to be nothing but an interview! You know this isn’t right, but fuck! – his mere presence makes you feel things that should be forbidden!

Your mind is racing, trying to form a single thought but Sakazuki won’t let you. You feel his body shift, his legs nudging your legs apart and he presses his body between you. Your eyes open wide and you can’t hold back the moan anymore as his penis presses against you, hard and hot. Your hips rut up against his, wanting more friction. 

The admiral raises his body to look down at your flustered form, his right hand buried underneath your shirt.

“So pathetic. As soon as some man shows you some kind of attention you crumble like a cookie. Look at you. You’re so needy you will even risk your carrier to get that dick.” As if to emphasize his words he thrusts his hips forward against yours, forcing another gasp from your lips. 

Sakazuki lets go of your breast and pulls his hand out from underneath your shirt, leaving you breathless and flustered. Your slowly turn your head to look at him, his eyes giving no indication of his erect penis between your legs. 

“I am not pathetic….” You mumble. You don’t know why you said that but it was the only thing on your mind you could communicate with the marine above you. 

“And if I am then you’re as pathetic as I am.” You add, bracing for what’s about to come. Sakazuki lifts an eyebrow, surprised at your reply. 

“Care to explain why?” you swallow hard but know there is no going back.

“You are the one who initiated this. You are the one who felt the need to touch me. And you’re as aroused as I am.” Now it was your time to emphasize your words by pressing your hips against his. The admiral doesn’t answer right away, he simply stares at you. Then, the corner of his lips slightly lifts up, indicating a smile. 

“Gotta admit, you’re braver than you look.” He steps back, giving you some room but also robbing you of that sweet pressure between your legs. 

He pulls down your shirt, deliberately brushing against your breasts one last time before he pulls you up by your arm. 

He steps between your legs once again and reaches around you, his muscular body pressing against yours while his hands reach around you to untie your restraints. You sheepishly breathe in his cologne, his musk reminding you once again of the wetness between your legs. 

When your hands are free again, he drops the rope on your lap and returns back to his seat behind the desk. 

“Come to my office tonight after dinner.” He simply says without looking up, your file occupying his attention again. 

“Why?” you dare to ask. Sakazuki glances up at you, his eyebrow raised once again. 

“You are brave, not stupid, aren’t you? Follow my orders and we will get along well.” He simply said and waved his hand dismissively at you to leave. You murmur a “Yes, sir” and slowly make your way over to the door. 

“Oh, and one last thing, recruit. Bring that rope with you. I think I need to teach you some more knots.” Your face heats up one last time, your hand clutches around the fabric, and you hurriedly open the door to leave his office. 

What the fuck did  just happen?!

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Do your minions know you're here? - Dragon x fem! reader

First time writing for Dragon and for some reason I really took a liking to this dilf! He's just so sexy! Anyway, reader is a princess and has something going on with the commander of the revolutionary army, Monkey D. Dragon.

Warning: 18+, ns.fw, sm.ut, reader is a brat, blowjob, minors do not interact, older man / younger woman, unprotected sex, squirting, clothed sex Pairings: Monkey D. Dragon x fem! princess reader Word count: 2.8k

You watch as he stands right next to the open window, the light breeze playing with his long black hair. You shiver slightly and pull your bath robe tighter around your body, shielding you from the wind. One leg is crossed over the other and your foot bobs lightly up and down while you sit at the edge of your double king size bed. 

He feels you calculating gaze on his back, hears how your thoughts are running at an inhumane speed, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. You want come off as nonchalant, as aloof, and unbothered; but he knows you better. The bobbing of your foot, you pressing your arms closer against your chest, the way you bite the inside of your cheek – you’re nervous. Rightfully so. 

You raise your chin when the man turns around and your eyes meet. The deep frown on his face is only highlighted by the red tattoo adorning the left side of his face. You hesitate for a moment but then get up and slowly make your way over to where Dragon is standing. The closer you get the more he towers over you like some giant. 

Dragon looks down at you skeptically, the frown only deepening as you slowly raise your hand and undo the button that’s holding his dark green cloak together. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to act on your own.” He says dangerously calm. You smile up at him, looking at him through thick lashes. “Bad habit, I guess. As a princess I usually don’t ask for permission.” You almost purr, knowing that your words will upset him. “People just tend to obey my orders.” You add, letting your hand run up and down his clothed torso. 

With a displeased huff he grabs your wrist and pushes you back. It’s not harsh yet you still stumble from the force. Your bath robe slightly loosens, revealing part of your naked skin underneath. You notice how his gaze dipped down for a brief moment before Dragon looks back at your face. 

Your lips spread in a small smile as you turn around and make your way over to a small bar where various bottles of alcohol are neatly stashed. 

“Do your minions know you’re here?” you ask nonchalantly while grabbing two glasses from a cupboard, filling both with expensive liquid. 

You don’t need to turn around to know that the commander of the revolutionary army is standing right behind you, not too pleased that you insulted his subordinates. 

“If I were you I’d refrain from calling them minions. You’re in no position to talk badly about them. These people risk their lives to free the countries from tyranny.” 

You spin around, holding one glass in each hand, offering him one of them. 

“And you’re in no position to lecture me, Dragon. While your minions free country after country, risking their lives for the cause you turn your back on them and keep coming back to me night after night, demanding I spread my legs for you so you can fuck me like some cheap little whore.” Your tone is not angry but demeaning which makes Dragon clench his hands into tight fists. But he doesn’t argue. He knows it’s true and he wouldn’t deny something that’s just so obvious. 

The commander takes one of the glasses and stares at the liquid inside. “Drink. It’s not poisoned.” You mumble as you down your own glass in one go. You watch him keep staring at the beverage before he also downs his in one go, putting the glass down with a loud thud. You place yours next to his much more silently and look back up at him. 

“So, since you’ve prevented me from taking my much deserved bath, will you at least make it up to me? If not I’d like you to leave because I’m tired.” You ask him, your hands seemingly absentmindedly playing with the two ends of the string that’s holding your bath robe together. 

“How can someone be as shameless as you are?” he asks in a husky tone, his eyes now shamelessly themselves wandering your body up and down. “Knowing that your monarchy will soon come to an end and yet here you are offering yourself to the man who will be responsible for your downfall.” 

Dragon finally reaches out himself and unties the robe, slowly exposing your completely naked body underneath. You feel your skin tickle as his eyes roam your skin, your nipples are standing hard excitedly. 

“I don’t think about the future. I live in the here and now.” You almost whisper, inching closer to the man in front of you. Dragon quickly looks back at your face. “You’re a terrible ruler.” 

“And you’re a terrible father.” You retort with a smile. 

Dragon huffs, a small smile forming on his thin lips. 

A sigh of relief leaves your mouth where his calloused hands start roaming your body and you let your eyes fall close, enjoying the nice feeling. 

Dragon can’t deny that he enjoys the view and the touch under his hand more than just a little. It doesn’t matter how tough, how bratty, how mischievous you are – once he touches you you’re nothing but pudding in his hands. 

He skims the bath robe that is hanging loosely on your shoulders down. Small goosebumps are forming on your skin which he can feel underneath his palms as they glide down your arms. 

You open your eyes a tiny bit to look at the older man in front of you before your hands move up and unbutton his jacket and the dress shirt underneath it, finally exposing his trained torso. You lean forward and start kissing his tanned skin with your soft lips, your tongue dipping inside his belly button form time to time.

The commander looks down at you and lets your open his belt. The metallic clicking and the silent rustling of his pants kindle a small fire inside himself which sparks excitement and lust. He closes his eyes as your lips follow the happy trail leading from his belly button south towards his semi erect member which is still trapped inside his briefs. 

His hand finds your head once you reach the waistband of his underwear, slightly nipping at it with your teeth to frustrate him. Your lips follow the shape of his clothed cock, sucking at the tip through the fabric before moving down. Even though he is still clothed his penis starts radiating such an intense heat that you swallow hard. The hand at the back of your head starts urging you to finally pay attention to his member completely and stop playing around. You hook your fingers into the waistband and slowly pull his briefs down, exposing his now fully erect penis. 

Dragon watches with such an intense stare that it almost burns a hole in your head, urging you to get down to business. 

He doesn’t make a sound when your lips finally close around the head of his cock. Only his grip tightens for a second. He feels how your mouth takes him in deeper and deeper, sees how his dick disappears more and more inside your wet hole until his tip presses against the back of your throat. A muffled choke can be heard but he knows that you’re just getting used to his size. 

His hand guides you a little bit but he lets you handle him however you like for the most part. The lewd sounds your mouth makes while you take him in deeper and deeper turns both of you on ever more. Saliva is running down your chin as you finally manage to swallow him whole. Dragon grunts at the feeling and holds you down as you want to come up again. 

You try to protest, needing to take a breath of air but he doesn’t let you. You open your eyes and look up at him through tears and can make our a shitty grin. You feel his other hand close around your throat and slightly press down. As a reflex you want to take a breath but it’s simply not possible. Dragon’s hand around your throat presses down a little harder before his other hand pulls your off his cock until you can take a much needed breath. 

Then again, he presses your face against his pelvis, his cock buried deep inside your throat. The commander chuckles breathlessly but repeats the action multiple times, making sure to go as slowly as possible to make you feel his cock as best as possible. After all, you should feel honored that he lets you taste his dick. 

You patiently let him do as he pleases, enjoying the way he manhandles you. The hand around your throat adds some extra excitement due to the dangerous nature of the man whose dick you’re currently sucking. 

When he finally frees your mouth from his cock your lips are red and swollen, saliva has dropped from your chin onto your tits and tears have made their way down your cheeks. “What a good girl.” Dragon comments at your look and lets go of you. 

He helps you stand up right again before he pushes you backwards until you bump against the end of your bed. You sit down, legs spread wide open and Dragon follows suit, kneeling between your inviting legs. The man leans down and starts savagely devouring your neck and chest, leaving purple marks all over your skin. You moan as he starts sucking at your nipple, arching your back to press yourself closer against his mouth. 

His hand cups your wet pussy and he presses the heel of his palm against your clit, moving it in circles. Another moan, this time louder as your hips rock against his hand. Your own hand moves down his body too and closes around his hard cock, moving your hand up and down, spreading your saliva and his pre-cum. He grunts against your chest and his teeth bite down around the delicate peak on your breast. You feel how your own juice is seeping out of your hot core and down his fingers, wetting the bed sheet underneath you. 

Finally the commander enters a finger inside of your core and starts pumping in and out, creating wet sounds. Your hand around his cock pumps him in tandem with his finger until he adds a second one. 

“Fuck!” you curse at the feeling, your grip around him almost too tight. He angles his fingers in a way that he pushes against this all too familiar sensitive spot. Thinking back, he was the first one to ever make you come, let alone squirt. Ever since then you never wanted to miss this feeling ever again, even if the man above you, Monkey D. Dragon, was the only one who could make you feel this way. This all comes with experience is what he had told you and oh boy does this man have experience!

“S-shit! I can’t….can’t hold it any longer!” you whine, opening your eyes to look at him. Dragon lifts his head from between your tits, his intense stare almost making you cum here and now. The grin on his lips grows wider but he slowly removes his fingers from your dripping wet pussy. 

“Fuck me, now!” you pant breathlessly, face hot and your hair is sticking to your face from all the sweat. 

“Is that an order, princess?” his tone is predatory and his eyes are sharp. But you don’t care. “Hell yeah, it is! Make your princess cum, goddamnit!” Dragon remains silent while he stares at you. You become a little bit anxious, knowing fully well that he does not take orders, especially from someone like you. 

“Please…?” you add, more silently than your order and much more submissive. Dragon still says nothing but after what feels like an eternity he straightens up, both his hands grab your hips mercilessly, and pull you closer to him. His cock is resting against your swollen clit and he rocks forth and back, teasing your sensitive pussy with his long dick. 

A needy mewl escapes your swollen lips and you try to rock against him but the grip on your hips is too right. You can’t do anything but watch and pant desperately as his thick cock keeps rubbing against your slit and your clit, spreading your wetness over his dick. 

“Please!” you try again, more pleading this time and look up at him. 

Dragon huffs amused but finally obliges. He grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance. Without another warning, he glides inside of you before he bottoms out in you in one swift move. The stretch and the feeling knocks the air out of your lungs for a moment and you see stars. 

When Dragon starts moving it’s harsh and precise. Long yet forceful movements have you rock over the bedsheets. Only his hands on your legs keep you in place. The room is soon filled with loud moans of pleasure, your mouth hangs open and your fingers grab the fabric tightly for support. The man above you is mostly silent. A few grunt here and there and the occasional grow are all you can hear over your own shameless moans. 

His hips snap forward before he pulls back, only to snap forward again, pushing against your sweet spot inside of you. Your tits wiggle with each thrust and Dragon looks back between your face, your tits and your pussy which is sucking in his cock. 

The coat around his shoulders soon is discarded somewhere on the floor as he pounds inside of you mercilessly. His one hand comes down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit again. You arche your back and open your eyes wide at this intense feeling. 

“H-harder, Daddy!” you moan, forcing a growl out of his mouth that sounds so animalistic that your pussy clenches around him. 

“Harder!” you demand, moving against him as good as you can manage. Dragon picks up the speed and forces himself inside of you over and over again, listening to your pleas and moans. 

“So good! Fuck me like you mean it, daddy!” 

The commander leans forwarder until your’re almost folded in half with your legs touching your breasts. The change of angle with which he now hits you lets you see stars once again. The entire bed is shaking underneath you and you are sure that the sounds of your moans can be heard throughout the whole palace but you don’t care. 

You feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid speed and you wish you could prologue it a little longer but his ministration is just too good. You grab his hair with one of your hands while the other one grabs your own tit, massaging it feverishly. 

“C-cumming!” you pant, eyes closed and only concentrating on the feeling inside of you. “Spoiled brat…!” he pants close to your ear, his thrusts not losing any of their force. “Only thinking about yourself.” But he doesn’t deny you your orgasm. 

The explosion inside of you from the sheer force of your climax has you black out for a moment. A wave of pure and primal pleasure washes through you as you cum around him, your juice squirting out from around his cock. Your walls around him tighten profusely and you can’t do anything but cum with a silent scream and wide eyes.

Dragon watches your blissful expression as he makes you squirt around him, your juice wetting his pants around his thighs. The tightness around his dick makes his movements sloppier. He feels is own orgasm approaching and tries to pick up his speed one last time. Your cum around him makes moving easier and the slick sound is even more erotic. With one last move he pulls back from your pussy, grabs your face, strokes himself a couple more times before he cums right in your face, most of his sperm landing in your open mouth. 

Dragon watches as he stains your face and your tongue with his semen and sort of mesmerized watches how you swallow every single drop of it. 

You look up at him with a dumb fucked silly smile on your face as you lick your lips. “Isn’t it frustrating to always pull out last second?” you ask. Dragon simply huffs while he gets off of you. “I’m not risking you getting pregnant for some thoughtless fun.” He simply states, already closing his pants. 

“Then maybe a condom would do next time.” You suggest, rolling to your side as you watch him. 

Dragon looks at you, a small grin on his lips. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I still want to feel you when I make you cum.”

[littlesniggy]

Predator & Prey - Shanks x female Reader

Hi so I've really been into vampires lately so I decided to write a vampire AU story where Shanks is a vampire and the ready a semi successful hunter with some money problems. And since vampires don't care about money how can she repay him for lending her money? Blood.

Warnings: extortion, money problems, manipulation, dub-con but no smut!, Shanks has both his arms!, blood

Pairings: Vampire! Shanks x Hunter! female reader

Word count: 4.2k

“I thought you never wanted to come back?“ His voice sounds amused and taunting but you ignore it, simply clenching your fists to swallow some snarky retort. The tall man in front of you studies your face curiously, his head slightly cocked to he side. 

Your feel ashamed and disgusted about yourself; you have gone over this scenario in your head over and over again, have come up with so many different excuses you could tell him and yet you can’t utter one single of those lies in his presence. You know he would look right through you and any word that isn’t the truth would’ve been for naught anyways. So, you choose to keep your mouth shut. He knows the answer anyways. 

“Come, take a seat.” He offers you, pointing to the seat in front of his desk. Hesitantly, your legs start to move, setting one foot in front of the other until they reach their goal. You sink into the soft cushion and make yourself instinctively smaller even though you had planned to look him in the eye confidently and proudly. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” he offers but you shake your head. The red-haired man shrugs and pours himself a scotch, downing it in one go. 

“How’s your colleague doing?” he asks innocently, studying his empty glass without looking at you. You glare at him, sending all the hate you’re feeling his way – which simply bounces off him. He doesn’t care. You’re not a threat. 

“He died.” You press out, making him look up in surprise. “Oh, sad to hear that. Must’ve been hard to lose someone so close.” He muses. Your nails dig into your palms, trying really hard to prevent yourself from snapping right here and now. And whose fault is it, huh?! You want to scream at him but bite your tongue. 

“Have you found a replacement for him yet?” now, you can see genuine interest in his eyes and you know exactly why. You alone are no threat to him. You’re a semi-successful hunter with nothing much to offer to him. But there are some very capable colleagues of yours out there and he needs to be careful. If you spill some tea and become a liability he would need to get rid of you. Can’t have you walking around and telling your colleagues some secrets. Even though you would compromise yourself too. 

“No, not yet.” You reply, swallowing hard. Shanks raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you but he smiles regardless. You avert your eyes, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach. This damn smile which gives you a false sense of security until he shows you his true self.  The same smile which had lured you to him in the first place, which made you trust him for some odd reason.

“Well, hope you can find a new partner soon, Y/n.” he says and finally puts the empty glass down. 

“So, shall we get to business?” he asks and you all of a sudden you kind of wish he would keep talking about anything else. You peer over to him, unconsciously biting you bottom lip. “Yes, that’s why I’m here.” You manage to say and Shanks nods in agreement. 

“How much do you need this time?” This question is makes you feel ashamed all over again, reminding you of all the mistakes you have made in the past that have led to your predicament. 

“Well….50.000….” you admit, closing your eyes as you tell him the sum. Shanks whistles and then chuckles in surprise and shakes his head in disbelief. “That’s a lot of money. Maybe you should consider a change of carrier.” He taunts you, knowing exactly why you have some many money-related problems. Of course, he does. He just loves teasing you. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your problem.” You murmur silently. You watch as he looks at you intently while his hand reaches for the drawer of his desk and blindly pulls out the all too familiar check-book. He flips it open, grabs a pen and scribbles a number on it before signing it without another comment. 

He slides the piece of paper over the desk towards you, his eyes again trained on yours. You see a glistering in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like he is looking right through and exploring the deepest depth of your soul, discovering things you don’t even know about yourself. These are the eyes of the world’s most dangerous predator. 

Unable to hold his intense stare you avert your eyes and reach for the check. For a second your fingers touch and you reflexively draw back, the touch electrifying your entire body. Shanks smiles at your reaction and leans back in his chair. You hesitantly reach for the check again and hastily pull it towards yourself before stuffing it in your purse. 

“Now, darling, let’s get to the payment.” He starts, resting his head on his fist, his arms on the armrest. 

“50.000 would be twice a week for five months.” You swallow at his words. That’s a lot of blood, you think to yourself. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to give so much blood and still keep up with work but you somehow have to manage. 

“You might need to take some vacation days. Wouldn’t want you to get fired because of poor work.” He says deliberating as if he was really worried about you. 

“I’ll think about it.” You simply say, glad that it is over for now. You’re about to thank him and get up and out when he starts scratching his beard as if he is thinking about something that just crossed his mind. 

“You know what I just had to think about?” he starts and you freeze in your place. This couldn’t be good, right? You stay silent and just wait for him to speak. Your eyes watch this dangerous man get up from his seat and slowly round the desk until he is standing behind you. Your body tenses and your heart stops for a moment when you feel his fingers brush against your exposed neck. 

“Would you be interested in slightly reducing the months?” his question has you confused and you turn around to look at him. Bad mistake. You are met with a pair of hungry eyes that tell you exactly what he is thinking about. Fear strikes and you feel cornered and exposed. 

“You’ve been so good with your last payments for the previous money I gave you that I wanted to be a bit more accommodating.” He continues. His fingers now caress the thin skin on your neck in circles right over your pulse which is hammering under his touch. 

“Wha-….what do you mean?” your throat feels dry and you swallow hard without actually swallowing anything. This has caught you completely off guard and you don’t know how to react. This is new. He never shows interest in actually drinking himself. You just have to go to some shady place, get your blood drawn and go back home. To whom he sells the blood to in the end is none of your concern but you know how much blood can get you on the black market.

He smiles his warm smile and removes his hand, waving at you as if this was just a joke. “You don’t have to. It’s just an offer.” He says before slowly returning to his seat.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth and the small gears in your brain are working at top speed, trying to weigh the pros and cons of his offer. 

“How many months are we talking about?” you manage to ask, earning you a slightly surprised raise of his eyebrow. Instead of sitting down in his chair he leans against his wooden desk and looks down at you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. His intense eyes are basically already devouring you (or rather the sweet, sweet red liquid that flows inside your body and which keeps you alive). Shanks licks his lips unconsciously, pondering over his reply. 

“Let’s say either twice a week for two and a half months or once a week for five months.” He suggests, a winning smile in his lips. You swallow. He’s basically cutting your payment in half! You’d be a fool not to accept….

His winning smile turns slightly sinister. “Or we keep the original payment plan…it’s up to you, Y/n.” 

You hate making big decisions. Especially under pressure. Now, that you think about it, maybe not the best personality trait for a vampire hunter. Maybe that’s the reason you’re just not making any progress in your career. 

And then there is this other thought that has been swirling the back of your head ever since he’s made his offer. You’ve never actually been bitten by a vampire before! Getting your blood drawn from your arm in some shady abandoned factory building by some even shadier men (you presume they were humans judging by the way they acted) was one thing but having a pair of long fangs stuck in your neck, sucking you dry – just the thought of it makes you feel dizzy. What kind of sounds would blood sucking even make right next to your ear? 

“Okay.” You hear yourself say and your eyes look up at him. The vampire cocks his head to the side, fake confusion on his features. “Okay what?” he insists, making you say it out loud what you want. 

“I’ll take the reduced payment.” A happy smile forms on his lips. “Great! You’re a wonderful business woman. What an excellent decision.” You don’t need to be particularly smart to know that he, at this point, is simply mocking you and your stupidity. Regret forms in the pit of your stomach and you want to vomit at the prospect of what’s about to come. 

“I will send a car tonight to pick you up.” He announces and finally sits down on his chair again. Obvious confusion is plastered all over your face and Shanks answers the question that is about to spill from your lips. 

“Do you really think I would just drink you dry here and now until you’re barely alive and begging for me to either kill you or save you?” the mental image of you being pressed on top of the desk, his mouth sucking the blood out of your body, the feeling of you becoming weaker and weaker until you feel your mind slowly turn black, all strength leaving your body. You try to push him off of you but it’s simply impossible. He taunts you, taunts your weakness and your helplessness. You beg him to please let you go but you simply can’t move. Hope slowly becomes nothing but a distant memory and you submit to your inevitable fate. Your lips form silent words that beg him to please help you out of your misery, begging him to make the pain go away...

"Kinda..." you admit and charm a genuine laugh from his throat.  “I have other plans.” He admits before taking out an old phone, probably a burner phone. “Be ready at 9 p.m. Oh and….maybe take a shower. I can smell your sweat from miles away. Not very appealing.”

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The man sitting in the driver’s seat is silent. You see how his hands basically cramp around the steering wheel, his whole posture is tense and on edge. It’s probably not all day that he’s driving a hunter around the city. He’s not stupid enough to think you wouldn’t take some of your weapons with you so he’s is constantly prepared to defend himself. 

The cold metal of the gin in your purse gives you some sort of comfort but deep down you know Shanks would just laugh at you if you pointed it at him. Still, you need it. 

The car rounds a corner and your eyes grow wide; he couldn’t have chosen a more public place, could he? The gigantic skyscraper with its glowing lights is blinding you for a moment. Your mouth is agape in awe at the sight of the most luxurious hotel in the entire country; and this vampire could just walk in and out as he pleases? Maybe he has connections because usually vampires are not very welcome in any establishments, let alone luxurious hotels. 

The car stops and immediately the door is opened by an employee, offering you a hand to get out of the car. Suddenly, you are aware of your outfit and how inappropriate and underdressed you are for a place like this. The man doesn’t comment on your choice of clothes however you notice the slight disdain in his face though you’re not sure if it’s because of your outfit or because of the fact that you’re about to meet up with one of the most dangerous and most notorious vampires out there. Either way, you can’t blame him. 

The elevator door opens and you are led towards the only door on this floor. The bellhop knocks on the wooden door, announcing his and your arrival. You can see how he probably would love to just turn around and leave but he’s been trained not to. There is a thin sheen of sweat gathering at the back of his neck. 

The door opens and both you and the bellhop tense up at the sight of the red haired vampire in front of you. 

“S-sir, your guest has arrived.” The bellhop stutters terrified. Shanks nods and hands him some money before he dismisses him with a hand wave. You envy the young man who can leave the situation but you, on the other hand, have to stay here. Granted, it’s because of your own stupidity and your own decision but still. You want to run away and never come back!

“Come in, Y/n.” he invites you in, opening the door a little wider but you still have to make yourself smaller in order not to touch him when entering. You feel his eyes on you as you pass by him. The silent click when he closes the door behind you feels like you fate has been sealed entirely. You’re trapped in this penthouse hotel suite with someone who has every intention of hurting you sooner or later. 

“Would you care for a drink?” he asks, brushing against your shoulder as he walks past you towards the mini bar. “No, thank you.” You press out, all senses on high alert. Shanks looks at you from over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised in question.  “Are you sure? They have a very fine wine I’ve been dying to try all night.” He says, pulling out a bottle of red wine. 

“I didn’t know vampires care about wine.” You mumble absentmindedly. Shanks chuckles and grabs two wine glasses before filling both with the red liquor. “We don’t.” he simply replies without giving any further explanation and you don’t bother asking. Shanks comes back and offers you one of the glasses. “Thank you.” You say and stare at the liquid, your stomach turning at the sweet smell of the alcohol. You do not feel like drinking but you know he expects it from you regardless. It’s some sort of power play. 

“Cheers.” He says and raises his glass. You look up and mimic him before you set the cool glass against your lips and take a small sip. Shanks takes a sip as well, contemplating if he likes the taste or not. 

“As expected. Tastes like garbage.” He chuckles to himself and puts the glass down on a table and not giving it another thought. 

“Come on, I’ll take that coat off you. It’s pretty warm in here, isn’t it?” you nod even though you feel cold and would really like to keep your coat on but you don’t object. You put down your glass as well as Shanks rounds you and comes to a halt right behind of you. You slowly unzip the zipper and Shanks puts both hands on the collar of your coat, ready to pull it off. His hands graze your neck and you inch away instinctively, pulling your shoulders up in defense. 

“Easy there, Y/n. I’m just taking your coat.” He muses, his hands on your coat again, this time taking it off. He hangs it on the coat hanger before he comes back, stopping behind you once again. His hands find your shoulders and the weight is almost crushing. The red-haired man’s face comes closer and you feel the tip of his nose brush against the shell of your ear. 

“Loosen up, Y/n.” He whispers as his hands start gently massaging your shoulders. Why is he taking so long? Why does he torture you by delaying the inevitable? You grab your purse tighter, feeling the gun hidden inside precisely. It gives you some kind of reassurance back but still not nearly enough. 

“You know, I’d feel more comfortable if you put down that purse of yours….” He mumbles against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Of course, he knows you have a gun with you. Why are you even surprised? But you hesitate to follow his “order”. 

“Really, Y/n? Not even complying a little by taking that gun of yours out? You can have it back once we’re done but I would feel much safer if you didn’t have it on you.” Shanks admits playfully, one hand slowly wandering down your arm towards your hand that’s still clutching your purse. Your grip turns even tighter when you feel his big hand covering yours, gently but firmly loosening your grip around it.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, you wake up from your mindless state. You push his hand away and stumble forward, away from the man behind you. With trembling hands you fumble with your purse but manage to pull out the gun. You point it at the vampire in a fruitless attempt to look threatening. 

Shanks just looks at you sadly, the corners of his mouth turned downwards in a visual show of displeasure. “Are you really pointing a gun at me, Y/n?” he asks, slowly taking a step forward. 

“Stay where you are!” you warn him, your finger around the trigger, ready to shoot. But Shanks is not impressed and takes another step forward, and another, until he is standing right in front of you, the gun pointing directly at his heart, pressing against his body. 

“If you point a gun at someone you should better be ready to pull the trigger, Y/n.” he taunts you, coaxing you even further backwards only with his presence until you bump against a table. You’re trapped. For your own reassurance you try pushing him away with your gun, looking back and forth between your gun pressed against his chest and his face which turns more and more predatory with every passing second.

Shanks leans forward, not bothered by the weapon pressed against his chest, threatening his life, and watches how you in return lean backwards to keep the distance until your back is lying flat on the table.

“Stay away!” your voice is weak and the vampire sees how scared you are. He has noticed the growing fire inside his stomach; a very good indication at how thirsty he really is. He is a master of self-control but with the prospect of getting a meal very soon slightly clouds his mind. 

With one swift motion he grabs your wrists with an iron grip, almost crushing it between his fingers. You let out a surprised and painful scream. You want to pull the trigger but his harsh grip wouldn’t let you move one muscle so you have to just watch as he pushes your hand holding the gun away until he is pinning your wrist down above your head on the table. With his other hand he easily takes the weapon away from you and carelessly throws it into a corner. 

Shanks presses his upper body against yours, his left hand grabs your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at his now red glowing eyes. In the light of the room you can see his fangs in his mouth, ready to sink into your soft flesh. 

“S-stop! I changed my mind!” you plead but Shanks simply shakes his head. “I don’t care. You made your decision, so deal with it.” He reprimands you heartlessly. His body wiggles a little, trying to press himself between your legs and eventually succeeding. His crotch is pressed against yours and his free hand is holding your hip in place with an equally iron grip like before. 

The hand on your chin turns your face to the side, exposing your most vulnerable part to the hungry vampire above you. You press your eyes shut, holding your breath as Shanks’ lips gently caress your skin. His tongue darts out between his lips and follows the aorta, eliciting an audible gasp from you. As petrified as you are, you can’t deny that the feeling of his mouth against your neck right now is not unpleasant. 

Shanks stops for a moment, his hot breath ghosting your damp skin. He turns your head back to face him, his own merely inches away from yours. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide and the dark red equally enticing and terrifying. You are caught in an invisible web you can’t seem nor want to break free from. Your body relaxes and you unconsciously widen your legs a little bit. 

The deepest depths of your mind are screaming for you to not give in; you know it’s a tactic; you know he is making your body willing. It is all part of his predatory nature before he strikes and kills his prey. But your body ignores your mind’s warning. 

“Weak little human.” Shanks mumbles, examining your willing body for a moment before his attention is back on your neck. “Don’t take this personal.” Is his last warning. 

You willingly turn your head to the side again. Out of the corner of your eyes you see his read hear disappear out of your sight. Instead, you feel the stubbles of his beard against your skin. Your body is hot and on edge, anticipating the moment his fangs enter your body. You barely heat his words and you don’t care what he just said…

…that is until an enormous amount of pain surges through your neck and explodes. You want to kick, you want to scream, you want to turn your head to deny him any more access to your neck but Shanks is a seasoned vampire. His lower body which is pressing against yours is preventing you from kicking him, his right hand grabs both of your wrists and pins them against the tabletop and his left hand holds your head in place. In other words: he is completely restricting any movement. 

It feels like someone just stabbed you with a knife in the neck. Your blood is rushing in your ears and you don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or Shanks sucking. Either way it is deafening and you have the feeling of losing consciousness any moment. Has he already sucked you dry? Are you dying?

The steady sound of Shanks swallowing your blood has you sobbing soon. The kicking and struggling has turned into fear and acceptance. Tears stream down your face and onto the surface of the table; your chest is heaving with every sob, the tears blurring your vision. 

Shanks notices how your resistance slowly stops and he smiles against your neck. Now he has you. Now, you’re completely his. Now, he can do with you whatever he wants. You’re scared to death; you fear for your life and you know he can end your life with one single bite and there is nothing you can do about it. 

He slowly pulls his teeth back out before his tongue licks at the two small holes where your blood is dripping out. His grip around your wrists and on your face eases until he lets go and stand back up, his now normal eyes looking down at you. His lips are red from your blood as well as his tongue which licks the rest of It from his lips. 

“Thank you for the meal, Y/n. It was much appreciated.” He thanks you but you can’t hear him. Only out of the corners of your eyes you watch him take a few steps back until he disappears from your sight. 

From what seems like far away you hear his voice. “Stay like this for as long as you like. But I believe you’re all too familiar with blood loss, right, Y/n?” referring to your previous payments to him from various loans. You stay silent. You can’t talk, you can’t move, you can’t think. Right now, you’re just a body which is lying on the table, still trying to fathom what just happened. 

The only thing you are entirely sure about is that you are in even deeper trouble than you were before. 

[littlesniggy]

One Piece characters and their dark / embarrassing secret

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Chopper, Law, Sakazuki, Boa

Just me thinking about dark or embarrassing secrets OP characters might have. Let me know if you like it :)

Warnings: mention of blood and violence

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is an open book. Sometimes to the point where other people know more about him than he knows about himself. So, it’s quite unlikely that he has a dark / embarrassing secret he would never share with anyone. Although there was this one time where he mistook some vegetables for meat after he took a huge bite out of it and spit it right back into the bowl with nobody noticing. To everyone’s surprise some pieces of the vegetables looked kind of chewed….I wonder why?

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t talk much about himself except when he’s talking about his swords and his training. But what nobody knows is that Zoro has a secret stash of magazines for various types of guns. He wishes he could shoot one of those pretty bastards just once to see what it’s like. But it would ruin his reputation. 

Vinsmoke Sanji

We all know Sanji’s past when he served on board the Baratie as a cook. We also all know about his adoptive father Zeff who taught Sanji everything. Zeff has only one leg. According to Sanji, Zeff cut it off while both of them were stranded on some deserted island with nothing to eat so the chef ate his leg instead. Something he didn’t tell anyone though was the fact that Sanji ever since this incident has wondered how human flesh would taste….maybe he will try it eventually.

Chopper

Chopper is a terrible liar and we all know that. But if he doesn’t get asked he doesn’t need to lie. So he never had to tell anyone that he “accidentally” killed most of the reindeers from his home country for excluding him. Our cute fluffy boy has a not so cute and fluffy side to him. Revenge is best served cold but with lots of blood. 

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law is meticulous in almost every aspect of his life. He can come up with a plan in an instant and make others execute it (except Luffy, Zoro and Kid). He is also very cautious of what he is eating. So, when he accidentally mistook some bread-shaped soap for real bread he swore he’d never eat bread again (and soap). 

Sakazuki

The fleet admiral has many many secrets of which almost all of them will never be discovered. But one of them he keeps secret for a different reason. In his home he has a secret room which is decorated like a throne room. When he comes home, he pretends to be the supreme ruler of the world while sitting on this enormous throne, decorated with red and gold silk while wearing a plastic crown and yelling at imaginary servants. This man has big dreams but let’s hope they never come true…

Boa Hancock

Boa is considered the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Men get petrified by her beauty left and right (literally). What is also known about her is that she prohibits men from coming to her island. What is not known, however, is the fact that she herself has sneaked in some men from time to time before she met Luffy. This woman has needs, too if you know what I mean. 

[littlesniggy]

Princess in a Shithole Part One

Hey everyone! Long time no see....been really busy with work and also had some writer's blockade. I'll try to post more regularly but I won't promise anything. Anyways, this is not a One Piece fit but MHA. Been trying to write something for Toya for a long time now but it's really difficult for me to write for him. Please let me know if you liked it. Thanks!

Warnings: quirkless AU, kidnapping, threat of death, threat of violence, abuse, blood, mild cursing

Pairing: (Todoroki Touya) Dabi x female reader

Word count: 3.3k

The cold dirty tiles of the old bathroom are like ice against your skin. The ammoniac smell of urine from the brown toilet next to you is clouding your senses and your stomach is revolting. You would throw up again if there was anything left in your stomach beside the stomach acid which has been burning your throat and mouth ever since the second time you emptied your belly’s contents on the floor in front of you.

The thin nightgown you’re wearing is doing next to nothing to shield you from the cold of this shit and urine covered square room with the flickering neon lights on the ceiling. You wish you still had the blind folds on so you didn’t have to look at the disgusting picture which is presenting itself to you but unfortunately, they took it off. 

The rope binding your hands behind your back is tight; no matter how much you struggle against your restraints they won’t budge an inch. Your legs are free but you have long given up on trying to get out of here since the door is locked from the outside. So, you submitted to your fate and sat back down on the only clean spot in this entire room which sadly happens to be the spot right next to the stinking toilet. 

You rest your head against the white tiles behind you at the wall and look at the locked door with tired eyes. You have no idea how long you’ve already been here. It could be hours, it could be days. The only thing you remember is when you went to bed, texting your parents good night and soon after falling asleep. Next thing you know you’re trapped inside this hellhole. 

If they know you’re gone? Maybe if you haven’t contacted them for long enough. Will they be worried once they find out? Probably. You’ve always had a pretty good relationship with your parents so it gives you some sort of comfort that they will probably start looking for you. But it also gives you anxiety knowing that they will most likely worry sick. You don’t want them to be worried about you. 

A sudden metallic noise disrupts your thoughts and your eyes focus on the big metal door on the other side of the bathroom. A key is being turned three times until the door slams open and gives view to one person standing in the door frame.

You instinctively press your body against the wall behind you and try to make yourself as small as possible but there is no way for you to hide. You hold your breath as the person enters the room, grimacing at the foul smell. 

“Look who’s awake.” The tall man says amused but he can’t quite hide the fact that the stinking smell also gets to him. You press your lips together and stare at him, desperately trying not to cry even though you really want to burst out in tears and beg him to let you go. 

“Had a good night’s rest, princess?” he asak, slowly stalking over to you, his heavy combat boots echoing through the small room and the hallway behind the open door. Maybe you could make a run for it…

Your eyes dart over to the open door for a split second but that’s enough for the man to smirk at you tauntingly. 

“Wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He says as he stops in front of you, crouching down to come somewhat eye level with you sitting form. His black hair is messy, standing up in all directions. There is a hint of white in between the black strands but maybe it’s just the light. He has piercing blue eyes which makes a shiver run down your entire body. His nose and ears are pierced and as far as you can see there are tattoos covering his neck which seem to at least extend to both his hands since both of them are covered as well. 

“It’s impolite to stare at people, princess.” He comments in a husky voice; you can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his breath and also his dark blue coat omits the same smell. In response you press your lips together tighter, not trusting your own voice. 

“It’s okay, you can talk. Not gunna kill you if you do. Need you alive, y’know.” He chuckles at you shocked expression. Apparently, you haven’t even thought about the possibility he might kill you. Cute. 

“W-who are you?” your voice sounds not as broken as you thought but it’s still far from sounding confident. 

“None of ya business, princess.” He replies and, as expected, pulls out a pack if cigarettes, pops one between his lips before he lights it up with some old lighter. He blows the toxic smoke right at you and you cough. A huff leaves his lips at your reaction and holds the glowing stick right in your face, his one brow is raised.

“You want a drag?” he asks and you vehemently shake your head. 

The man simply shrugs and inhales the smoke himself again before slowly blowing it your way once more. His turquoise eyes watch you intently as you try to squirm away.

“Hope you feel comfortable.” He says as he slowly gets up again, the rustling of his clothes fills out your ears. 

“Cause you’re gunna stay here a little longer.” He turns around and walks back towards the door.

“Wait!” you yell and he turns around surprised. “For what?” he flips the half-smoked cigarette into a corner but his eyes stay on you. 

“Don’t leave me here!” you plea. The man looks at you impassively. 

“It smells so bad!” you add, this time a little quieter but you manage to keep eye contact with him. 

For a while, there is silence between the two of you and you have the slight hope that he shows mercy on you and takes you to another room. Your hopes raise higher when he slowly comes back to you. With big eyes you watch as he leans down to you and grabs your chin between his fingers. His face comes uncomfortably close to yours until your noses almost touch. You hold your breath as his eyes seem to bore into your soul. 

“Too bad, princess.” Chills cover your entire body at his cold voice and your face turns pale.

You can’t do anything but watch as he gets up again, makes his way back to the door and closes it with a loud noise behind him. Now, you’re alone again.

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The next time he comes he brings you a water bottle. He is still wearing the same clothes as before so you assume he is also staying here, probably hiding from the police. It kind of gives you some satisfaction knowing he can’t move freely either. 

He crouches down in front of you and stares at you for a while. You uncomfortably shift under his eyes and look away, feeling nervous with this blunt stare. Once he seems satisfied, he unscrews the cap from the bottle and places the opening at your mouth. Slowly, you part your lips and he lets you drink. Just now you realize how thirsty you really are and you can’t get enough of the cold liquid. 

He pulls the bottle away from time to time to give you time to take a breath but he lets you empty everything. Now, that you have drank you also realize how hungry you are. Pleadingly you look up at him. “Can I eat something?” you ask, voice sounding hoarse. 

“That’s all you get.” He simply replies. He tosses the empty bottle to the side and gets back up, ready to leave you alone again. 

“Please! Just a little! I’m starving!” you beg, desperation clearly audible in your tone. He looks at you for a moment but then wordlessly leaves the room yet again, leaving you behind in this stink hole. 

“Asshole!” you yell but either he doesn’t hear it or he doesn’t care. Probably the latter.

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It feels as if your stomach is eating itself; the cramps of your hunger are almost unbearable and you desperately want to eat something. You have looked around the small bathroom and see if there is anything – really anything – edible around here but to no avail. He hasn’t come back to give you something to drink either so dehydration is also adding to your misery. And to top it all off you still have no idea what he actually wants. 

You also haven’t really slept in what feels like forever; the bright light of the flickering neon lights is preventing you from falling asleep. Every time you close your eyes you see his intense scare at that and your eyes snap open almost immediately. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed in front of him that you’re sure that, if you make it out of this alive, these eyes will haunt you for the rest of your life. 

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When he finally comes back you’re slumped against the wall, eyes half-open with huge, dark bags underneath them, your chapped lips are slightly apart, and there is dried blood on your wrists from all the times you so desperately tried to free yourself.

You don’t know if it’s pity or not when he rudely grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. Not used to standing anymore, your knees immediately give in and you would’ve hit the floor if it wasn’t for his strong hold. 

“C’mon, princess. Don’t have all day. I need you to do something for me.” He says and you let yourself drag him with you out of this shit hole. Your eyes are strictly staring in front of you on the ground, not daring to look up at him. But what you can make out from the corners of your eyes is that this entire building seems to be an old factory which has been abandoned for many, many years. 

He leads you to the middle of the big room which you can only guess must’ve been the warehouse. There is an old chair standing in the middle and a camera set placed right in front of it. You know what he expects you to do. You want to say no, want to kick him and tell him to fuck himself but your body obeys his order when he pushes you on the chair. 

“If you play along, I’ll might give you somethin’ to eat.” He says in a casual tone as he lights a cigarette between his lips. Disgusted but defeated you look at him as he places himself behind the camera and grabs some pieces of paper on which he has scribbled something – your script.

“Let’s practice this and get it over with. The sooner we’re done the sooner we’re all gonna be on our marry ways.” He lifts the first piece of paper up and looks at you expectantly, his cigarette still between his lips. 

“Action.” 

It feels like there is a lump in your throat and no matter how much you swallow it won’t go away. Your lips are parted but no word wants to leave your mouth and you watch in horror how his face contorts to an angry grimace. 

“Thought I made myself clear.” He says slowly. Your choked breathing and your hammering heart in your chest make it really difficult for you to think straight. 

“Sorry…!” you press out, suddenly fully awake and not one bit tired anymore. 

“Read. Or I’ll have to help you.” In any other circumstances you would’ve appreciated some help but you have a vague idea what “help” means in this situation and you absolutely don’t want him to come anywhere near you. 

“Action.”

“I-I’m L/n Y/n and I’m currently being held hostage.” You start reading. As you read, the entire situation comes crashing down on you. Thinking these words is one thing but actually speaking them out loud another. A long sob cuts you off and you can’t help but start crying. 

“Please! Let me leave!” you beg him, tears blurring your vision. He remains silent and besides your silent pleas and sobs there is no other sound. You don’t even realize how he turns on the camera and simply films you. 

“Please let me leave, I will do anything! I can give you money, if that’s what you want!” you try to bargain but he does not answer. “But please, let me go home!” 

Then, he starts moving but not without taking the camera out of its stand and holding it right in your face. “Please!” 

A loud scream leaves your mouth when you see him pull out a long knife from his pocket. You shake like a tree in the wind and more and more tears pour over your face. The man almost gently caresses your neck with the sharp blade, filming everything with his other hand. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whisper, fear oozing out of every pore of your body. The pointy tip bores right into the juncture between your throat and your head until a small drop of blood runs down your skin. 

“Please don’t kill me.”

Satisfied, he turns off the camera and puts the knife away. 

“Good job, princess. Better than expected.” He chuckles and turns around, placing the camera back on its stand. 

“Bet we can use this little clip.” 

True to his word he gives you some chocolate chip bread and an apple. Since he doesn’t want to feed you he decides to untie your hands but he remains close by just in case you try something funny.

The freedom you suddenly feel with your hands free takes some of the stress from before off of you. You rub the bruised skin on your wrists but wince every time your finger touches the bloody bruises. 

You eat the bread quietly, eyes looking down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with the man at all cost. He, on the other hand, is leaning against a pillar, arms crossed in front of his chest and not leaving you out of his sight. You’re kind of grateful that he hasn’t locked you in this stinking bathroom again but it is only a matter of time until he will drag you back. 

The sudden ringing of a phone has you look up at him. Without taking his eyes off you he fishes it out of his pocket and answers it.

“What?” He answers.

“Yeah, got the tape. Not what we had planned but it’s even better. Started crying like a baby.” At the mention of you crying he smirks at you and the tears start dwelling up again. 

“When you gunna pick us up?” now, you listen up. Pick us up?

“’kay. But don’t leave me waitin’ for too long. This place gives me hives.” 

With that, he ends the call and drops his phone back in his pocket.

“Good news, princess. We’re gunna change locations tomorrow.” He informs you as he pushed himself off the pillar. 

“Only one more night in your little room.” He slowly strides over towards you and you instinctively get up and take a few steps back. His eyes widen a little in surprise but he continues to walk towards you, slowly cornering you against a wall as you keep backing away. 

“No.” you say quietly but firmly as he stops right in front of you, your back against the cold wall. 

“No?” he inquires, amusement swinging in his voice. 

“No!” you confirm. “I will not go back into this room!” you announce, earning yourself a chuckle from the taller male.

“Yeah, you don’t get a say in this, princess.” He reaches out for your arm but you slap his hand away. 

“I will NOT go back into this room!” you stay your ground and lift your chin in fake confidence. He seems impressed by your action and you feel a small victory but he immediately takes this victory away from you as he grabs your throat with an iron grip and slams you against the wall. All the air is pressed out from your lungs and you see stars for a moment. 

The confidence you have just felt vanishes as he presses his body against yours, his sharp nails digging into your skin and his other hand presses the knife from before into your stomach. Fear paralyses your body and you can’t do anything but stare up at him wide eyed, lips parted and gasping for air.

“You gunna slap my hand away again, princess?” he whispers into your ear, voice cold as ice. You’re shaking as the knife presses further and further into your stomach and you only wait for your skin to break. 

“Yeah, thought so. Now turn around and let me tie your hands back together. And just cause I’m such a nice guy Ima give you a warning. Don’t mess around or I’ll kill you. I don’t care if we still need you. If you get on my nerves one more time I will personally slit this pretty throat of yours and send your dead body right back to your mommy and daddy.”

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You couldn’t sleep at all, always wondering when he would come back. You can still feel the knife pressing against your body, robbing you of every last bit of hope you’ve still had of coming out of this alive. You’re pretty sure that he and his friends want money but you’re not so sure anymore that, if they get the money, they will let you simply leave. Given your captor’s warning yesterday you can also imagine him simply cashing in on the money and either kill you or leave you somewhere to die. 

The door opens and you flinch away. The dried tears on your cheeks itch a little as you press your eyes shut in order not to look at him. Determined, he crosses the short distance and grabs you, pulling you back up to your feet and dragging you out of the bathroom for the last time. Neither of you says a word as he brings you back to the big warehouse where he sits you down again on the chair. You watch him look through a black bag and pull out what seems to be a sac and another rope. 

“Is this really necessary?” you meekly ask but him pulling the sac over your head and fixing it with the rope around your neck is answer enough. Defeated, you let your head hang low and simply sit there, waiting for whatever happens next.

It doesn’t take long until you hear the sound of a car coming closer. At first, you have the hopes that it might be the police who found you but these hopes are crushed when you hear two voices talking, one of them being your captor’s voice. Silently, you start crying again.

You don’t protest, you don’t make a scene when one of them grabs you again and leads you towards the running vehicle. 

“Get in there.” Your captor says and helps you up into the trunk of a car. Not a very big trunk but at least you can move a little bit. 

“Watch your head.” He warns before he slams the trunk shut. The sound of two doors opening and closing has you flinch. The engine roars before the car starts moving. From back here you can hear parts of their conversations. 

“This went better than expected.” The unfamiliar voice states. 

“Could’ve went better if you hadn’t taken so long.” Your captor mumbles.

“Stop complaining, Dabi. I told you this might take a little.” The other man sounds as irritated as your captor.

“Cheap coming from you since I had to do all the dirty work.” 

You try to listen more but judging by the sounds you’re entering a highway and the car is simply too loud. But now you have a name to the face who had kidnapped you. 

Dabi.

[littlesniggy]

ayo are you planning on writing another chapter of that akainu fic? just wanted to know ykyk i'm getting hella invested 👀

Hey hey Anon!

I’m not ironing one currently but I want to write one chapter more before I post the one I’m writing cause this will be the last one. But I still need an idea for a place this can take place 🤔 so, if anyone has an idea for a good location please let me know! 😂

[littlesniggy]

Commission Law x female reader

Thank you so much for this commission request! The person wants to stay anonymous so not tagging you here as requested.

I hope you like it and it was fun to write! If you're interested in commissions feel free to contact me!

Warnings: a little bit suggestive, reader getting drugged, Law being hella shady

Characters: female reader, Trafalgar Law

Word count: 4.3k

You watch the straw hats and heart pirates celebrate to their heart’s content because of the – admittedly surprising – victory over Donquixote Doflamingo and his little minions. You can’t quite fathom how Luffy – the goofiest goofball out there – was able to defeat one of the strongest pirates you have ever seen. You’re not easily terrified but Doflamingo had managed to stir some despair inside your heart when you first faced him. Luff was the one who so easily stomped this flame of despair out and let you feel free again. 

Even before he defeated the captain of the Donquixote pirates you had made up your mind to join the fight and maybe even join his crew. This young man is nothing but inspiring and you want to help him achieve his dream of becoming the king of pirates. 

“To the straw hats and the heart pirates! You’re the reason why our people are able to sleep reassured at night again after so many years of terror!” Rebecca raises her mug and the pirates follow after her. “To Lucy!” she adds. “To Luffy!” you and the others join in and drink to the future king of pirates. 

“What a lively party.” You look up at the sudden voice right next to you. You had been so sucked in by the whole atmosphere that you didn’t notice Law take a seat right next to you. You smile at the captain and nod before you raise your mug, Law mimicking your gesture before he takes a big sip. 

“I still can’t believe that Luffy was able to defeat Doflamingo. It’s so….surreal.” you admit, your eyes following Luffy and Brook dancing around while Brook plays on his violine and sings. Man, you can’t wait to join their crew but you’re nervous. 

“Yeah, never thought we’d actually win.” Law admits and follows your gaze, watching the celebrating crews. “Any plans what you plan on doing after today, Y/n ya?” he asak, his eyes don’t leave the other people. You sigh at his question and slightly smile to yourself. “I was actually thinking about joining the straw hats.” You admit. Now, Law turns his head back to look at you. Hi raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Join the straw hats?” he asak and you nod. 

“Yeah. I really wanna help them and especially Luffy achieve his goal. He’s such an inspiring person and honestly, you can’t help but like him, right?” now you look back at him, knowing that he knows what you mean. 

Law chuckles slightly and takes another sip, emptying his drink. “Straw hat ya is one of a kind.” He agrees. “Is it already set in stone that you want to join them?” He inquires and you look at him confused. “Why are you asking?” The heart pirates’ captain shrugs to your questions. “Honestly, I want you to join my crew, Y/n ya.” He tells you, studying your reaction closely. You’re a but taken aback by the blunt statement and you can’t help but feel a little bit flattered that he wants you to join his crew. But your mind is set.

“I appreciate the invitation but I have already made up my mind. I want to join Luffy and his crew.” You decline his offer. Law sighs but nods, looking a little bit disappointed. “That’s what I thought. Too bad. And I can’t change your mind?” He tries one last time but you shake your head no with a warm smile. “Sorry, Law.”

“No worries. You can’t always get what you want.” He says defeated and smiles at you lazily. “You want anything to drink? I’m gonna grab something anyways.” He offers, showing you his empty mug. You look into your own and notice that it’s also almost empty. 

“Sure, thanks Law.” You reply and watch him get up and walk over to where the beer is placed. In your head you go over the short conversation with him. You can’t quite figure out where his interest in you stems from; you haven’t really interacted during the whole mission but then again maybe he was watching you fight and you impressed him? Well…who knows.

The captain comes back shortly after, holing two mugs in his hands, offering you one of them. You take it with a ‘thank you’ and bump mugs with him after he sat down. “To your new crew”, he says, looking right at you. “and that you can help this airhead over there achieve his goal.” 

You smile and nod, appreciating his warm words and encouragement to your plans. Law watches you take a big sip, enjoying the cool feeling of the liquid filling your mouth before it runs down your throat and the alcohol elicits a warm feeling inside your body. Tonight is a good night and you can’t wait to talk to Luffy later. 

“I’m gonna go over to the others. You wanna join?” you ask Law but he declines, shaking his head. “I think Ima stay here. Have fun.” He says. You giggle and let him know that you certainly will have fun. It takes two tries for you to finally get back to your feet and you feel dizzy but ignore it in favor of walking – or rather tottering – over to Zoro, Nami and Luffi. 

You wave at them and Nami waves back. You want to party with them, drink more and get to know them better. A feeling of euphoria of the prospect of being a part of their crew suppresses the slight feeling of uneasiness that slowly spreads through your body. You take another sip and see how Zoro pats the seat beside him, offering you to sit down. 

You want to, you really do but your body start to feel heavy and your steps become more careless. Eventually, you trip over your own feet. The whole world turns upside down and the last thing you see a shocked looking Zoro reaching out for you before someone catches you in their warm arms.

Then, everything goes black.

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You wake up with a terrible headache and you have to shut your eyes tightly due to the light that shines right at your face. Everything in your head is spinning, makes you feel dizzy and nauseous. God, you haven’t felt this way since the last time you got hammered with you friends and woke up on the floor next to your bed, one shoe off, the other still on and your shirt hanging around your neck. A futile attempt to get undressed and find comfort in your warm bed. 

It isn’t quite as bad as last time but you still feel like never opening your eyes again and instead drift into this dreamless sleep that will eventually make everything okay again. 

Awkwardly, you try to turn around to avoid the annoying sunlight that keeps pestering you by the second. It’s just too bright. You’re woken up by a sharp pain in your nether region as you roll over, flinging your eyes open and sit up. What the…? You think but are immediately hit by the room spinning around you and you have to fall back again, rolling to the side and mumble something incoherent. 

What in the hell is going on? What happened last night? 

You nuzzle your face into the soft pillow and pull the blanket closer to your chest. It’s oddly chilly, you notice. Did you leave the window open? 

You inhale deeply, a soothing smell you haven’t noticed until now flooding your nose and you sigh contently. It’s warm and somewhat woody but with a small hint of something cold and…. sterile? Kind of reminds you of the time you had to go to the hospital. The hand sanitizer had a similar smell. Now that you think about it this is not a smell you’re too familiar with – or not familiar at all. 

You slowly open your eyes again, a weird feeling creeping up inside your stomach. The clearer your blurry vision becomes the more this feeling turns into panic. This is not your room. This is not your bed. This is not your perfume. And this is definitely not one of those humas sized body pillows lying next to you with its arms crossed behind its head, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

With a shriek you half rob, half jump away, almost falling off the bed at the sight of a man on the other side of the mattress. You look at him wide eyed, mouth open in a silent scream as the eyes of the man look at you in amusement, a lazy smile on his lips. 

“Thought you’d never wake up.” Law’s voice is as calm as ever as he watches you breathe heavily from the shock. You don’t know what to say. So many questions circle inside your head until there is just one big question mark. 

“You look pale. You don’t seem to be fully sober yet. You want something to drink?” he asks you. Taken aback by his question your mouth forms words but your vocal cords don’t seem to get the memo to actually make a sound. 

Chuckling, the captain of the heart pirates gets up and slowly walks over to another room which seems to be a bathroom. Your eyes follow him until he comes back, holding a cup of water in his hand which he offers you. 

Your heart rate has come down to a somewhat normal beat again and you take the cup offered to you with a shy “thank you” before you take a sip. The cool water calms your mind down and takes away part of the panic in your body, letting you organize your thoughts at last. 

Law sits down on his bed, his cold eyes still sparkling the same merriment from before. There is a long silence between you two and his intense stare makes you squirm in your position. Flustered, you avert your gaze and look down instead-

and you immediately want to die on the spot. Everything happens so fast; your body reacts before your mind can even start to comprehend the situation as you throw the cup of water at the captain with another shriek before your arms grab the blanket forcefully, yanking it away from underneath him and pull it, pressing it tightly against your bare chest. 

Law managed to dodge the cup last minute and he watches it crash against the wall and fall down to the floor in thousand pieces. He raises and eyebrow at the wet stain on his wall before he looks back at you, wanting to question what that was all about all of a sudden. But what greets his eyes is an almost painfully distressed looking young woman, covering her body with the dark blue blanket and her eyes tightly shut as to not look at him. 

“That was unnecessary.” He comments but he can’t hide the smirk on his thin lips as his eyes look you up and down. He’s honestly surprised that it took you so long to notice but your reaction is priceless regardless. 

“Why so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like it’s the first time I see you naked.” His blunt statement makes the wish to die even more prominent. But it also sparks the question in your head what he means. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask, not daring to look up at his smug face. Maybe, if you pretend you can’t see him, he cannot see you either…

“Oh, you don’t remember?” he asks and now you have to open your eyes to look at his surprised face. You slowly shake your head no and you watch Law sigh. 

“Just take a wild guess what I could possibly mean.” He encourages you. Your mind is blank for a second, not yet ready to start the process of thinking again but you try regardless. Your eyes slowly wander down from his face, over his exposed chest, showing off the tattoo you had previously seen before. Your eyes go further, mentally tracing his abs and the small happy trail leading from his bellybutton all the way to the waistband of his boxers where it disappears.

It takes you a moment to then look down your own body which is covered by the blanket but is confirmed to be completely naked underneath. 

It takes you another moment to then put two and two together and you almost faint. If your head could steam from embarrassment like a steam engine it would! Law watches your face turn from puzzled to fully comprehending what he was implying as you wrap your body even tighter into the blanket. Law would roll is eyes at that. After all there is nothing he hasn’t seen yet. But he doesn’t. Instead, he inches closer but not too close and lifts your chin up with his fingers, looking at you in a serious manner. 

His touch alone suddenly sparks something inside your body and the spot where his warm fingers contact your chin tingles in excitement. You look at the captain of the heart pirates and feel helpless. You don’t know what to do or to say as the thoughts race through your head uncontrollably. Did you really….spend the night with the man in front of you? What happened last night?

“You okay? Not the reaction I expected.” He says, his thumb lightly circling your skin. “W-what happened last night?” you finally press out, the small motion of his thumb soothing yet confusing. 

Law lowers his hand and simply shrugs. “Let’s just say you were pretty wasted last night and did some crazy shit.” You try to remember but there is nothing. It is as if someone took some scissors and just cut a part of your memory out and taped it together again. 

“What…what did I do?” you ask, scared of his answer. Law chuckles in amusement and raises an eyebrow. “You really wanna know?” Confused but determined you nod, wanting to know exactly what happened last night. Law licks his lips as if he is remembering something before he starts to explain. 

“I have no idea how many drinks you, Roronoa and Nami drank but you are not even close to their level.” He starts, sounding a little bit mockingly but you ignore it. 

“At some point, you called me over to drink with you and when I sat down you were….quite friendly.” Your eyes grow wide before you close them in shame. Credit to Law, he knows how to make it sound a little less awkward and less primitive. At least until now. 

“For some reason you really desperately wanted to sit on my lap and practically threw yourself on top of me.” Oh God….

“Just so you know, you’re not too heavy but when someone keeps jumping up and down on your legs over and over again it starts to hurt a little.” He points at his thighs and the big, dark bruises on them. Oh God…!

“Anyways, once you were comfortable, you really seemed to like to touch my tattoos. No problem with that but you seemed to really like my chest and my nipples in particular. I’m not the biggest fan of getting my nipples twisted though. Not my thing, y’know.” He smirks as he watches you shrink more and more into yourself at his recap of last night. 

“Something I wasn’t quite disinclined to was when you shamelessly rubbed my crotch while you whispered into my ear, suggesting we could ‘continue the party in your room’”. 

Oh. My. God. 

That is everything you can think of when he finally finishes the little story. You feel ashamed of yourself and for what you did. That’s just so not like you! You don’t drink too much! You don’t get handsy with random men and you certainly don’t just sleep around with said men! What is wrong with you? What must Law be thinking about you? What must the Straw Hats be thinking about you?!

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, small tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you look up at Law. The captain notices your teary eyes and his expression softens a little. 

“It’s okay, no worries. It was fun so don’t sweat it.” He reassures you. 

“Please….don’t tell anyone. I’m usually not like this.” You ask him and he shakes his head in amusement. “Do you really think I’m the person to go around and brag about what I do in the sheets?” he raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but giggle slightly at his question. No, Law definitely was not the guy to tell everyone that he just got laid. 

“Thanks.” You mumble.

Your eyes start to look around and you spot your clothes on the floor, completely scattered all over the place. “I think I should get dressed.” You say, more to yourself but Law nods anyway. 

You get up on shaky legs, taking the blanket with you as you slowly walk over to your slip. As you bend down, the blanket slips away, exposing your back and butt and a strange pain rushes through your body. Oh right, what is that? You had noticed it before but then forgot about it. Maybe Law did some weird stuff to you and now your back is all bruised and what not? The thought alone has your face burning in embarrassment. 

“Y/n ya?” you hear his voice and turn around to look at him from over your shoulder in question. “Since when do you have my jolly roger tattooed on your ass?” he points in your direction, specifically at your behind. Your raise an eyebrow in confusion before you follow the point of his finger down to your butt. First, you don’t see anything, thinking he’s messing with you. Law sees that you don’t believe him and sighs as he gets up from his spot and walks over to you. 

Taken aback, you take a step back but law reaches you swiftly. He gently yet decisively grabs your hips through the blanket and guides you a few steps over in front of a mirror. He turns your back to the reflecting object, one hand resting on your hip while also holding the blanket to the side to expose your ass, his other hand grabs your chin between index finger and thumb and makes you look at your reflection.

Your first instinct is to bite your lip at the picture and you can’t help but wonder if you two had done it right here as well. These thoughts are all but washed away the moment you lay eyes on your own behind and see what he is talking about. 

A small yet very noticeable tattoo now adorns your left butt cheek. Hot irritated skin is more than enough to confirm that it is, indeed, freshly tattooed. Your first thought is that now this explains the pain you’ve been feeling. The second thought is pure panic. 

You push Law away from your and get closer to the mirror. Clearly, this must be some bad joke, right? No way this is real! You touch the black ink but immediately inch away at the pain. 

“Don’t scratch at it or it’ll get infected.” Law dryly comments. You snap.

“Do you really think this is my biggest problem at the moment?!” your voice is two octaves too high and you barely recognize it. 

“When did this happen? Why do I have this tattoo? What will Luffy think?! They will never let me join their crew now!° 

Realization hit you. “They will never let me join their crew.” You repeat, eyes wide and completely in shock. “I won’t be able to sail with them.” You mumble as your eyes are fixated on this small piece of doom on your ass. “I can’t become their friend. I can’t help Luffy achiece his dream. I’m a failure.” 

Law listens to the nonsense you’re mumbling about and he’s had enough. He takes a step forward and puts one hand on your shoulder. “Look at me.” He says but you’re too much in your own thoughts that you don’t hear him. This time louder and with a slight squeeze of his hand he repeats himself. “Look at me!” your turn to face him, desperation written all over your face. 

“I can’t join the Straw Hats.” You whisper but Law hears you loud and clearly. 

“Maybe you don’t really wanna join them after all?” he slowly inquires and you look at him confused and a little bit mad. “What?” you ask, anger mixing in your confusion.

“I said, maybe you don’t want to join them. Maybe you just told yourself that you want to join them because you admire Luffy so much? If I remember correctly, he saved your life, didn’t he? Maybe you just told yourself you want to join them because you feel like you have to pay him back for that.” You are silent. 

“Can’t it be that this little tattoo is a sign that you would rather want to join someone else’s crew?” 

Your anger slowly vanishes at his explanation and you start to think about his words. Is he right? Has this all been out of guilt? It’s true that you had once considered joining his crew but then Luffy came along….so maybe he is right?

“Would you….would you want me to join your crew?” you ask. 

“Why else would I have asked you yesterday? I don’t just ask anybody and usually I’m not asking twice but the jolly roger on your ass is quite convincing that I’ll make an exception. Just this time. Do you want to join my crew, Y/n ya?” he asak and you nod, not thinking about it anymore. 

Law is right. This whole situation is one single giant clue from the universe that you should join Law’s crew and help him achieve his goal.

Law grins contently and takes a step back. “Good to hear. And since I’m your captain now I want you to get dressed. If anyone sees us like this they might think you slept your way to the top.”  He teases and lets himself fall back on his bed. Your face burns as you have just eaten the hottest chili in the world and you hurriedly gather your clothes and get dressed. Your captain watches you and waves goodbye as you open the door to leave. You don’t look at him, still too embarrassed by this whole situation so you don’t see this somewhat sinister smile on his lips.

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Law watches as you stumble over to Zoro and Nami, his eyes following your every move. The drug he’s given you is working faster than expected and he fears that he might’ve overdone it but then again if it helps his goal there really isn’t anything like ‘overdoing’ it. He doesn’t know why he wants you do join his crew but he surely knows that this need, this urge to have you around him must mean something. It’s primal and selfish but he’s not above these human feelings. 

Law can see how you lose focus more and more by the way you can now barely stand on your own two feet. Nami looks at you worriedly but it’s too late. Zoro tries to catch you but Law is faster, catching you in his strong arms. 

“Y/n!” Nami yells and rushes over to where he holds you. “Y/n! Is she okay?” she demands to know, the other Straw Hats joining her. Law shakes his head with a sigh and hoists you up in his arms bridal style, your head resting against his chest. “Guess she had one too many drinks.” Which is the most plausible explanation there is. 

“I didn’t see her drinking that much.” Zoro comments. “Maybe she’s a light weight.” Law retorts which seems to satisfy the green haired man. “I will take her to my submarine and have an eye at her. I’ve got medicine there if she needs anything.” He says and Luffy nods in agreement. 

“Thanks! Take care of her! I need want her in my crew!” the captain of the Straw Hats exclaims and Law rolls his eyes. “Let’s wait till she’s sober again, Mugiwara ya.” He simply says before he carries you away. 

His crew wanted to follow him but he told them to have fun and enjoy the party as long as they can. He has other plans anyways. 

He puts you down in the surgery room and looks at you for a moment. He then checks your vital stats and eyes, coming to the conclusion that you will be knocked out for a while. He strips you completely naked and turns your body on your stomach, making sure that your face is free just in case you need to throw up. 

His hand traces your back and the curve of your ass before he takes a hand full and squeezes the soft flesh with an amused huff. Law then takes out a small machine which he has used on himself before when he got his tattoos. The steady sound of the machine as he starts to hammer the ink into your skin is soothing and he can’t wait for you to wake up next morning, confused about where you are. He’s thought about different scenarios that would be the most plausible and the one that just stuck with him is the most obvious one. 

Why would you question having sex with him if you can’t even remember where you got this tattoo from? Good thing you’re already naked so Law only needs to place you like a doll next to him in bed and wait for his plan to finally fall in place. 

[littlesniggy]

I found your blog falling down the Kaido x Reader rabbit hole. Then I started scrolling and I fell in love with the rest too. I know you aren't taking requests atm. I just wanted to let you know I realy apreciate your darker take on Kaido.

Thank you so much! It really means a lot! I also love Kaido pics but there are just so few of them and I prefer darker takes on this beast as well. Kinda can't get it in my head how this man somehow can have a submissive or gentle side 😅 though I prefer darker pics in general so to each their own :P

[littlesniggy]

just dropping in to let you know that yandere!sabo falling for his bestfriend's gf and how they relax/unwind after a hard day are a couple of my favorite pieces of yours and ty for writing them!

Aaaawww thank you so much! Really appreciate your nice words!