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Twelve Roses - J.K.

Dom!Jotaro Kujo x Sub!Fem Reader

Modern au porn with plot containing: Smut, overstimulation, bondage, piv, oral (m and f receiving), use of pet names (baby, lovely, sweet girl, etc.), praise, degradation, dacryphilia, harddom!Jotaro, softdom!Jotaro towards the end

All characters 18+

If I need to add anything, please let me know!!

Divider credits to: @cafekitsune and @dollywons

You were needy to say the least. Jotaro had been gone for six days now, and to make matters worse, you still had one more day to go. He was away on business, in some corner of the earth thousands of miles away, leaving you to suffer without him.

You laid in your shared bed, inhaling what little of his scent was left on the pillows. Your body trembled, your legs squeezing shut as you tried your hardest not to let you mind wander to those memories.

One of his large hands trailing up your thigh, the other holding your wrists above your head-

But no, you can't let yourself think of him even more. Jotaro had given you clear instructions for his absence.

"It's not going to be that long, lovely, I promise." He assured, kissing your head.

You were tucked in his large arms, sweaty, bare after finishing, mere hours before his flight was to leave. Your body too weak to even argue with him about it, knowing it's going to feel like an eternity no matter what.

"You know what to do, baby, call me if you need me. If I don't pick up, have patience. You'll be okay."

But he didn't pick up and you didn't have patience. You know how upset Jotaro would be seeing you like this on your shared bed. Fingers buried deep in folds, tears streaming down and suffocating yourself with his pillow. You voice cried out for a man who wasn't even on the same continent.

The drawer of toys was far from your mind as you strained your wrist trying to reach the spots he could effortlessly stimulate. Crying, you pushed through, begging for some form of release.

Panting, sweating and feeling tortured, your body refused to grant you any grace. You continued, thrusting, secretly knowing it would be useless without Jotaro.

Eyes clamped shut, still struggling, you didn't notice the doorknob opening.

"Sweetheart, I was-"

Your eyes shot open, grasping for blanket to cover your shameful body. It was too late, however, Jotaro had already seen the sins you were commiting against him.

He stood in the doorway, in shock, holding a bouquet of roses, countless bags from your favorite stores, and a couple foreign packages. His large frame almost encompassed the frame, his face looking both angry and disappointed.

"You had one rule," Jotaro said coldly

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Youre not fucking sorry."

He sat your gifts down, not caring to even place them anywhere or even close the door.

Your body shuddered as he walked towards you, scarily calm. As he stood next to the bed, you instinctively backed away.

"Explain to me what you were doing just now. For your sake, I hope you weren't doing what I think you were."

You looked up at him, your mind spinning, trying to think of an excuse. Your mouth opened with no words coming out.

"Are you having trouble, darling? Because I can tell you what I think you were doing if that helps."

"I-I just missed you. I couldn't stand being by myself and when you didn't pick up the phone to help me, I just couldn't take it anymore," You sobbed out.

"So? You decided to take it upon yourself? How did that work out for you?"

The tears refused to stop, completely preventing your attempts to answer.

"Fucking slut, you're too dumb to even use the toys I left you. I wonder, did you get anywhere with your tiny fingers?" Joraro asked, picking up your hands.

You shook your head no, the embarrassment engulfing you. Suddenly, a harsh smack fell on your small hands.

"My stupid, slutty girl. What am I gonna do with you?" Jotaro asked, ripping the blanket from you.

A small yelp escaped as he effortlessly picked you up bridal style. He carried you only a few steps to the entrance way of the room. Almost throwing you down on the floor, Jotaro grabbed a handful of your hair.

"Look at all the pretty things I got you, sweet girl. Don't you like them?"

Confused, you nodded.

"Do you think a little disobedient whore like you deserved to be spoiled like this?"

You met his eyes, unsure of what to do next. You slowly shook your head no.

"I agree, lovely. I thought I would come home to you waiting patiently, being a good girl for me. I was so happy to be able to get back to you early. You can imagine how upset I was to see you like this."

A harsh slap landed on your face causing more tears to form.

Jotaro's voice started to grew louder, "You don't think I felt impatient? You don't think I needed you too? You're fucking selfish. You couldn't even wait for me to answer a phone call before you fucked yourself."

Another slap, only this one to your thigh.

"I could make you earn everything back. You're lucky I'm just making you earn your flowers."

Confused you met his angry gaze again.

Jotaro didn't reply, he simply carried you back to the bed. Slamming you down, he threw your legs open. Two fingers slammed into your core without warning. He harshly pumped them faster and faster.

"How many are there?"

"Hm?" You whined, confused.

"Roses, baby, tell me how many there are."

"T-Twelve, there's twelve."

"Good girl, you're not completely stupid. Now, you're going to earn every single one of them, understood?"

You nodded, struggling to prepare yourself as Jotaro continued his assault on your core. Another slap crashed onto your clitoris as he curled his large fingers to meet your sweet spot. His tongue met your still stinging clit and he wrapped his lips around the swollen bud. He continued lapping up your juices and harshly slamming his fingers into you.

You cried out, your fingers tangled in his black curls. Your orgasm crashed over you, leaving your legs shaking and more tears flowing from your eyes.

"That's one, love, eleven more to go."

His mouth moved to yours as he pushed his tongue to meet yours. You could taste yourself on him as he removed his fingers, leaving you empty.

Jotaro flipped face down, forcing you to an arch. You heard the drawer of your bedside table open, then a distinct vibration and the unraveling of ropes.

He plunged one head of the two-headed vibrator into your aching hole, the other head pressed to your clit. A cruel slap landed on your ass, then another, and another. The still clothed man began binding your wrists with efortless precision as you squirmed.

Jotaro once again gripped your hair, jerking your head up. "Be a good girl and you'll be rewarded, understood?"

Not giving you a chance to answer, he released your hair and lost your head fall to its original position.

Soon, your ass was a deep red and your juices leaked down your legs. Everytime you moved even an inch out of the arch, Jotaro threatened to extend the punishment. You cried out many times, claiming it was too much, only to be met with a harsh, "If it was too much you would use your safeword, slut."

You were soon on number seven- no, eight of the twelve. Still in the painful arch, your body breaking from the pleasure. Your brain was broken, only mindless moans and babbles fell from your lips. Jotaro watched your writhing body, a small tinge of guilt plagued him. Though he knew you needed to learn your lesson, he took pity on you.

You felt the restraints loosen as your ninth orgasm fell over you. Jotaro had slid the toy out shortly after. He was now bare, his enormous erection leaking and red. He pulled you from the position with much more love than before.

As he laid you down on the mattress, he made his way on top of you. He moved your sweat covered hair from your face and gently wiped away your tears.

"My pretty girl, you're doing so well. Taking everything I give you, huh? I think I sweet girl like you deserves a reward for her last few."

Jotaro gently spread your legs again and pushed himself inside of you.

Despite the toy causing your body to loosen, his impressive length still stretched you. Jotaro slowly thrusted into your overstimulated pussy.

He kneaded your breast, his mouth meeting the other. He swirled his tongue around your nipple as his fingers rolled the other. He continued to thrust gently, taking care not to hurt you.

His mouth let up, "You know it hurts me more than it does when I have to do this to you, darling."

His thrusts started growing faster as he continued,

"I hate having to hurt you, you're my sweet girl. Just please, love, follow my directions, imagine how good I would make you feel if you did."

His pace started to go even faster. Your walls clenched around him and the tenth orgasm made your brain melt farther.

You were in oblivion at this point, if you weren't cockdrunk before, you definitely were now. Jotaro rubbed your clit as he continued thrusting, coaxing the eleventh out of you.

As the final orgasm flooded you, Jotaro pulled out and immediately held you close. Reaching to the nightstand, he found your water bottle and made you take quick sips. Kissing your head, he picked you up again.

He carried you bridal style to your shared bathroom. He started a warm bath and wiped you down in the meantime.

"You were such a good girl. You took everything I gave you so well, my darling. Im so proud of my angel." Jotaro whispered, pecking sweet kisses to your tired lips between words.

He slid you into the bath, making sure to add bubbles and a bath bomb beforehand. He gently washed your body, making sure to leave small kisses everywhere.

Quietly, you looked to him, "You never finished."

"I know, lovely, but I'm not worried about that. You've had too much as it is."

"No, let me help"

After some pleading, Jotaro knelt in front of you.

You took his length in your hands and mouth. Tongue exploring the large shaft and hands massaging everywhere your mouth couldn't fit.

Knowing how spent you were, Jotaro thursted just enough to achieve a good rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks around him. Your tongue trailed up and down, landing on the tip. His head was already thrown back, moans escaping his mouth.

He released into your mouth, despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew to swallow every last drop.

Jotaro cleaned himself off and finished washing your body. He dried and dressed you, carrying you back to your bed.

Making sure you had drank more water and had a small snack, Jotaro let you fall asleep as he held you tightly.

"I love you, sweet girl." He quietly spoke as he placed a kiss to your sleeping head.

Ahh, it's been a minute! I hope it's good, I am a tad rusty after all. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!

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JJBA: Love is Unbreakable. Intro

[Pic above from @/StickerTricker on Twitter!]

Synopsis: Y/n loves playing dating sim games, they intrigue her with the different plots, characters and special routes that one may do. So when her best friend introduces her to a new one. She realizes that maybe she needs to back away from the screen.

Pairings: Various JJBA Characters x Reader, Original Characters x Reader.

Rating: 16+ (Later Parts maybe +18)

Warnings: Stalking, Obsession, Possessiveness, Scopophobia, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome (In some endings), death, murder, threats of harm, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, More to be added.

Enjoy...y/n.

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"Come on! You have to try it! I searched all over for this game for you!"

You felt awful a bit.

(B/F/N) had come back from a trip she went on and handed you a switch cartridge. You had told her not worry about you when she left, and that she didn't have to get you anything. But, her being the best friend in the whole wide world.

She brought you back an Otome game.

She had gotten you into them at first, sucking you in with The NIFLHEIM and Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All.

They were fun. The storylines were moving, the artwork was great and the characters were lovable!

So when she held this new one in front of you, you had a feeling this one was going to become your new obsession.

It was based off of the anime Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, an anime that you loved to sit down and watch. You found it entertaining that no matter what, foolishness seemed to follow the Joestar Bloodline. So you were excited to play this game based around it.

“Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure…Love is Unbreakable. Hey, it's a play on one of the season’s names too!” (B/F/N) says and you nodded along. You turned the box over on the back to read the description.

‘Play along as your own character in the different stories from the hit Series Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure! Help Jonathan Defeat Dio in Phantom Blood, Fight alongside Joseph in Battle Tendency, or even Join Jotaro and his friends to defeat DIO once again in Stardust Crusaders! Fall for your favorite Joestars and who knows! Maybe they’ll fall for you too~’

“I’m probably gonna stay up late playing this tonight..”

“Well, Don’t let me stop you! I just wanted to stop this by! I still have to go unpack!” (B/F/N) gave you a kiss on the cheek and a big hug before leaving out. 

You grabbed your switch and decided to head to your room to start up your new game.

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You placed your switch on the dock and watched as the screen lit up, seeing the several characters zoom across the screen before the title screen popped up. 

You smiled as you pressed start.

A pretty woman character popped up on the screen. She had pretty sky blue hair with swirly green/blue eyes, she had freckles and pretty mocha brown skin. She seemed to be staring off before ‘noticing’ you.

“Oh Hello! Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!!! My name is Melody Musik! Welcome to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Love is Unbreakable!”

She was bright and bubbly, she must be an OC of the creator of this game. She surely followed the JJBA character style to a tea, dressed to stand out in a crowd.

“What is your name?” Her voice was sweet, you hurriedly typed in your name and you watched as her eyebrows furrowed together before her smile returned.

[Please Insert your name]

…….Y/N…L/N……...

“Your name is Y/n, Correct?”

[Yes]<   [No]

“Such a pretty name! Now, Pick your story line~!”

[When you pick your storyline, it will be a special version of the story. Please choose carefully as once you start, you won’t be able to choose another one!]

[Phantom Blood]

[Available routes: Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando]

Join Jonathan as he goes about his life beside his evil adoptive brother Dio. Help Jonathan Defeat Dio or either Join Dio and reject your humanity.

[Battle Tendency]

[Available routes: Joseph Joestar, Kars]

Join Joseph, the descendant of Jonathan and Erina as he comes over to the states. Follow him as he defeats Straizo and ends up with more than he can handle in the form of the Pilarmen. Will you defeat them? Or will you Join Kars in his quest to become the ultimate lifeform.

[Stardust Crusaders]

[Available routes: Jotaro, Joseph, DIO]

Time to Join Jotaro in saving his mom from DIO and his minions, Take a trip across Egypt and defeat the minions in his way. Will you stay alongside Jotaro or Will DIO persuade you to join him in his path to destroy the Joestars

[Diamond is Unbreakable]

[Available routes: Josuke, Jotaro,Joseph, Kira,}

Welcome to Morioh, 1999! There's a serial killer running around that you have to help find. Join Josuke and Jotaro as you try to figure out just who this killer is. Maybe the killer is in plain view. Or maybe he’s just a simple man who wants to live a simple life doing simple things.

[Vento Aureo]

[Available routes: Giorno, Bruno, Doppio/Diavolo]

Dio has a kid?! Join Giorno as he travels through the ranks of the mafia to defeat the boss of passione, the most powerful mob in Italy to become a Gang-Star. But, the boss may have his eyes on you. Be careful of who’s around you.

You stared as Melody explained each plot line and how you would fit into it. She pointed to each one and showed the available routes and the ‘difficulty’ level of the romanceable characters.

“Of course all the villains are hard…but that's not going to stop me!” You say excitedly and it was almost like Melody was giggling at you. You brushed it off as she continued to speak.

“Oh and don’t worry! I’ll be alongside you in every story! If you ever want to know something  or you get stuck!” She smiles at you and shows the various looks that she’ll have between each series. From having her own ancestors in Parts 1 and 2, to being similar to Jotaro and being in 3, 4 and 5. 

Though you kept getting the feeling that Melody was something more, you got a little Doki Doki Literature Club or John Doe type vibes from her.

“Tch. I doubt this game is going to be sentient. If so I would feel so bad for you Melo.” You said giving the tutorial character a nickname. You could’ve sworn you saw her blush and avert her eyes, before quickly returning to her idol animation.

“So! What are you going to choose?”

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]

[Phantom Blood] [Jonathan/Dio]

[“I can’t bear to lose you, We have to defeat Dio!’]

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]

[Battle Tendency] [Joseph/Kars]

[“I predict that you’re gonna say: Of Course Joseph I’ll Join you!”]

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]

[Stardust Crusaders] [Jotaro/Joseph/DIO]

[“Yare,Yare…be careful. I care about you too, you know.”]

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]

[Diamond Is Unbreakable] [Josuke/Jotaro/Kira]

[“Hey! Let’s play some games after this. Chasing killers is stressful”]

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]

[Vento Aureo] [Giorno/Bruno/Diavolo]

[“I, Giorno Giovanna, Have a dream. And I want you to be a part of my dream.]

{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2] [3]

[???] [Melo]

[“H-hey! Y/n You have to help me!! I’m just like yo-]

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©jotarosblkwifey 2023

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this intro! I plan on trying to get each route out at least once a week! Each Route will have 2 parts and all of them lead up to the special secret route at the end!

I hope you enjoy~ Currently working on route one as we speak!

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Fuck Up the Friendship

You have been friends with Jotaro for a long time, but after a weird night of partying, it seems things may change.

Read on AO3 here

WARNING THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD 18+ ONLY

WARNINGS FOR :

Partying, drinking, fingering, oral sex, couch sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Jean Pierre Polnareff knew how to throw a damn party.

It was nearing four in the morning, and you knew it was time to head home. After a long night of drinking, dancing, and debauchery, your body was beginning to feel exhausted. Despite the late hour, Polnareff’s house was still full, with everyone else starting to look just as tired as you felt. The host himself seemed as if he still had the energy to go, laughing heartily as he walked around and tried to talk to everyone.

You were leaning against the hall in the entryway, trying to figure out how to get home. Driving was definitely out of the question, with alcohol still lingering in your system. Uber could work, but would you be able to find a driver this late . . .? You could spend the night - Polnareff was one of your closest friends, and you knew you could trust him. But you wanted to sleep in your own bed and prepare yourself for the inevitable hangover that would be waiting for you in a few hours.

A deep voice pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to look up.

“You good?”

Jotaro Kujo, another one of your close friends in the same group as Polnareff, stepped into the hallway. A cigarette hung loosely from his full lips that were pulled slightly down in annoyance. He had removed his trademark hat earlier, his dark hair slightly messy with a few loose curls framing his face. A pair of ocean blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes studied you intensely. Your eyes roamed his face, taking in the familiar shape of his sharp jaw that ended with his strong chin.

He raised an eyebrow at you before speaking again.

“Are you that fucking drunk?”

You shook your head.

“No, just tired. It’s been a long night.”

As if on cue you let out a long yawn. Jotaro shook his head, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“I’m trying to figure out how to get home,” you sheepishly admitted. “I just might end up crashing here.”

Jotaro frowned, his fingers twitching around the cigarette.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. I’ll drive you home.”

Your eyes went wide and you began to shake your head.

“No, it’s okay! It’s late, you should be getting home too.”

“You don’t live that far from me, plus I’m sober as fuck. Let’s go.”

He walked past you, stopping a few feet in front to glance at you over his shoulder.

“Well? I’m not going to wait for you.”

“Coming!”

The night air was cool and crisp, sobering you up further. Jotaro continued to walk ahead of you, hands tucked into the pockets of his bomber jacket. While the two of you were pretty close, you always felt bad whenever he did a favor or something nice for you. A part of it was because Jotaro was very serious and unreadable, and you always felt like you were a nuisance to him whenever he helped you out.

The other part was because you had a huge crush on him.

Sighing, you pushed the thought away as you approached his car. Jotaro had parked down the block, a sleek Audi sedan that roared to life as you got closer. He opened the passenger door for you, watching as you slid in before closing the door and crossing to the driver’s side. It was silent for a moment as he buckled up, turning his head to look at you.

“Do you need a water or something?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you smiled.

Nodding, he shifted the car into drive and began heading in the direction towards your place. Whenever you drove with him it was usually quiet, but tonight felt . . . different. There was a tension in the air that you couldn’t quite explain, and you wondered if Jotaro felt it too. Your mind replayed the lyrics of a song that had played while you had danced earlier.

Are you going to kiss me?

‘Cause you’re taking me home

It’s four in the morning

Are we doing this wrong?

You swallowed nervously, turning your head to stare out the window.

“What’s wrong?”

Jotaro’s gruff voice startled you, causing you to jump.

“What?”

“You’re acting weird.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away again. Your mind rushed back to earlier that night, when your friend group had gotten together after making your social rounds. Polnareff was happy, red cup in hand as he clinked it against Norioki Kakyoin. Kakyoin was the Mom of your group but he knew to let loose when necessary. The two turned to Muhammed Avdol, the oldest in the group but the most laid back. They clinked their cups before turning to you and Jotaro.

“Cheers! I love you guys!” Polnareff explained.

Laughing, you clinked your cup before taking a long drink. You felt a heavy arm wrap around your shoulder and turned in time to see Polnareff standing beside you. A lecherous grin was on his face, and you knew what was coming next.

“Will tonight be the night that you finally give me a chance?”

Polnareff had a reputation as a huge flirt and a bit of a ladies’ man. Ever since the two of you had known each other, he had never gotten tired of making a pass at you and asking to give him a chance. You always rolled your eyes at him, saying that you were just friends and that you didn’t want to mess your group up. Polnareff would just sigh dramatically before exclaiming in French that he would simply try again before finding another girl to bug.

This time, however, you were feeling a little flirty so you leaned into him, batting your lashes over the rim of your cup.

“Maybe tonight will be the night you get lucky, Polnareff.”

He grinned while Kakyoin and Avdol whooped.

“Don’t get my hopes up, baby. I promise you won’t regret giving me a chance.”

You laughed as you nudged him with your shoulder.

“Oh? I hope that’s a promise you can keep.”

He laughed, kissing your cheek before stepping away and announcing he had to be a good host and check on everyone. Before he left, he gave you one last look and a wink.

“You know where to find me. I’ll be waiting.”

Kakyoin shook his head while Avdol gave you a knowing look.

“You’re going to break the poor man’s heart if you don’t deliver,” Kakyoin said.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise you all tonight.”

Avdol let out a long whistle.

“Who are you, and what have you done with our best friend?” he asked.

You turned to look at Jotaro to crack a joke but immediately went quiet. Normally his face was impassive and, well, bored, but he looked . . . upset. He was scowling, shaking his head so subtly you wouldn’t have noticed unless you stared at him. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong but he left, simply saying he needed a drink and walking off.

“Someone’s panties are in a bunch,” Avdol mused.

“He better not be pissy!” Kakyoin complained. “I need him on his A game when we play beer pong!”

You glanced towards the direction where Jotaro had stalked off to before sighing. Maybe he just needed a minute? Avdol called your name and the three of you fell into conversation. After some time, Kakyoin announced that he was ready for beer pong and asked if you could find Jotaro.

“I need my beer pong partner!” he exclaimed as he pushed you towards Jotaro’s direction.

You wandered Polnareff’s house, saying hi to a few familiar faces but not finding Jotaro. Maybe he’s outside smoking? Frowning, you were about to head outside but decided to fill up your cup. When you stepped in, you spotted Jotaro in the corner of the kitchen, standing there as he watched people shuffle in and out. As you approached him, you saw the scowl from before returning to his face.

“Hey, Kakyoin’s looking for you.”

He didn’t respond - he simply pushed off the counter and brushed past you back towards where you had been before. Blinking, you wondered what had put him in a bad mood.

“What is something I said?” you muttered to yourself.

When you returned to your friends, Jotaro and Kakyoin had begun a match against Avdol and Polnareff. You stood in the middle, cheering and encouraging them. Polnareff seemed to have been bolstered by your previous flirting, as he was showing off while throwing the ball. His confidence seemed to affect his game, as he was doing much better than he normally did.

“Okay, Polnareff, I see you!” you teased.

He winked at you before making another shot. While he high fived Avdol, you turned to look at Jotaro and Kakyoin.

“You boys better catch up!”

Kakyoin nodded, taking a long swig of his drink. Jotaro seemed to ignore you, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette and lighting up. You tried not to frown as you slowly looked back at Polnareff and Avdol. Jotaro’s mood didn’t seem to lift for the rest of the night, so you were surprised when he offered to drive you home. It seemed as if he had disappeared into the crowds after losing the match, so you had been surprised when he appeared in the hallway.

“You into Polnareff?”

Your head whipped around to stare at him with wide eyes.

“Uh, what?”

Jotaro’s eyes were focused on the road in front, seemingly unbothered by his own question.

“You heard me.”

Blinking at him, you waited for him to say he was joking but he didn’t. You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of your mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who’s drunk?”

He scowled, eyes still staring straight ahead.

“I wouldn’t be driving you if I was.”

You crossed your arms and quirked an inquisitive brow at him.

“Where is this coming from?”

He ignored your question.

“So you like him or not?”

“Why are you asking me?” you pressed.

He shrugged, still avoiding eye contact with you.

“You were just extra flirty with him tonight. Normally you push him off.”

Your mind flashed back to the annoyed look on his face after you had joked around with Polnareff earlier. He had walked off after seeing the interaction . . .

Laughing again, you shook your head.

“God, no. He’s just a friend, but he’s also a bit of a manwhore.”

Jotaro snorted, his eyes flicking to yours quickly from their corners.

“Yeah, you got that right.”

You laughed again, shaking your head.

“So to answer your question, no, I’m not into Polnareff. I was just feeling a little flirty tonight, so I just went with it.”

He gave a slow nod.

“Okay.”

Glancing out the window, you realized you were nearing your apartment. Curiosity tugged at you after hearing his question.

“Why did you ask?”

“Huh?”

“The question,” you frowned. “Why did you ask if I like Polnareff?”

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. You watched him for a minute, waiting for him to speak. After a moment he let out a deep breath, angling his head towards yours slightly.

“It just bothered me, that’s all.”

Your eyes went wide again.

“Uh, what?”

He shrugged again, his fingers loosening slightly around the wheel.

“I just didn’t like the way you were talking to him like that.”

“Is it because he’s in our friend group?”

“Something like that.”

You opened your mouth to ask another question but quickly snapped it shut. Instead you turned back towards the window, processing his statement. Why did it bother him? You knew you were all close friends, and the thought of you pursuing any of them never crossed your mind. Despite your crush on Jotaro, you knew that it would ruin the dynamic you had in your group so you pushed the thought aside.

So was Jotaro bothered because of this dynamic? Did he not want to see two of his close friends coupled up? It made sense, you knew Jotaro and Polnareff spent a lot of time together outside of your group hangouts, and the thought of you breaking that up made his question make sense.

However, a part of you, a small, hopeful part, wondered if he had asked because the reason it bothered him was because he wanted you. He didn’t want Polnareff to pursue you and be successful, he wanted it to be him. You subtly shook your head. Jotaro didn’t like you that way, and you assumed he probably never would.

The two of you finally arrived at your apartment. Jotaro parked in an empty spot on the street, turning the engine off and turning to look at you.

“You have keys, right?”

“Of course I do!” you frowned.

He chuckled, opening his door.

“I’m going to walk you up. It’s really late, I don’t want some random creep to grab you or something.”

You opened your door and followed him towards the entrance of your apartment. Fumbling with your small bag, you rummaged and found your keys. Jotaro waited patiently as you fiddled with the key ring until you found the key for the front gate. He held the gate open for you and walked alongside you. It wasn’t the first time that he had come over, but this time felt . . . different.

“You didn’t have to walk me,” you said. “My building is pretty safe.”

“You have a creepy neighbor,” he pointed out.

“I do?”

He nodded, not saying anything further. The two of you kept on until you reached the elevator and went up to the third floor. You made sure you had the key for your door as you rode up, and Jotaro continued to walk quietly alongside you until you came to a stop in front of the door.

“Well, this is me.”

“I know,” he mused. “I’ve been here before.”

You hesitated, shuffling awkwardly in front of him.

“Um, do you want to come in? You can crash if you want.”

Although you lived alone, you had an extra bedroom that served as a guest bedroom. You always told the boys they had a place to stay if an emergency arose or if they partied too hard. None of them had taken you up on your offer, but you wondered if Jotaro would accept.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, it’s late. Plus, you’ve already done enough by driving me home. Come in and spend the night.”

Jotaro nodded and muttered okay under his breath. You opened the door and stepped aside so he could enter. While you wandered about and began flicking on lights, he carefully slid off his shoes and sat on the couch. You poured a glass of water for each of you and placed one on the coffee table.

“I’ll go get the guest room set up.”

He didn’t say anything as you walked down the hallway. You began occupying yourself with tidying up the room, and your mind began to drift. A part of you was nervous that Jotaro was here, in your home, late at night, and about to sleep here.

This shouldn’t be weird, he’s your friend.

You wandered into the bathroom and began pulling toiletries out for Jotaro. Memories of your entire friendship played in your head, and you slowly began realizing that maybe your crush was more than that. The two of you had met in high school freshman year, and he had protected you the entire time. The rest of the boys had done so as well, but Jotaro had been the most aggressive with guarding you.

When you graduated and moved onto college, the two of you often had study dates together. Kakyoin would occasionally join, but it was mostly you and Jotaro. There had been a few times where the two of you had been teased about all the time you spent together, but you had brushed it off. Jotaro had never said anything, his face impassive every single time.

Now, two years after college and living as functional adults, you spent the most time with Jotaro. He often accompanied you when you ran mundane errands or when you wanted to go for dinner with someone. He listened to you talk endlessly about your job or even your dating life.

Had he done so because he saw you as more than a friend?

Your mind was spinning as you stepped back into the living room. Jotaro was still sitting on the couch, his head tipped back and resting against the couch cushion. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed as he breathed deeply. You carefully settled beside him, and upon feeling the couch dip his eyes slowly opened.

“Was the room a mess or something?”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, I’ve never had a guest.”

Jotaro didn’t say anything. Sucking in a breath, your body moved on instinct before your mind could process what was going on. Your mouth was on him instantly, hands gripping the front of his shirt. You half-expected him to push you off, but instead his mouth moved furiously against yours. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him.

You tried to settle on his lap but you felt his large hands let go of your hair and settle on your waist. His body began to move, hovering over your much smaller one and pushing you towards the opposite end of the couch. Your back pressed against the back of the couch, one hand coming up to cup his face. One of Jotaro’s hands settled on the armrest of the couch, grabbing onto it to steady himself as he continued to kiss you hungrily.

When you pulled back, his light eyes were dilated, staring at you with hooded lids.

“I think I like you,” you blurted out.

A huff of air left his nose as he chuckled, his free hand grabbing the back of your neck.

“Fuck, finally.”

You pulled back to look at him.

“Wait, are you being serious?”

This time he barked out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t be making out with you right now if I wasn’t into you.”

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching your face for a moment before he spoke.

“Let me take care of you tonight. Fuck, I’ve wanted this so much.”

You nodded, settling back into the couch. He reached behind him to grab a pillow and placed it on the armrest so you could lay comfortably. Smiling up at him, you watched as he squeezed himself into your side and leaned in to kiss you again. His hands reached between your legs to grab them, helping you to spread them as one hand grabbed at the waistband of your shorts.

“Is this okay?” he breathed.

“Yes.”

He smoothly unbuttoned your shorts with one hand, unzipping them slowly before sliding them down your legs. They flew across the room, quickly discarded and forgotten. He seemed to hesitate a moment before his fingers teased your core. A shiver ran up your spine as his fingers pressed against your covered slit.

“God, you’re soaked. Did I do this to you, baby?”

You bit back a moan as you nodded.

His fingers moved your panties to the side. You shut your eyes and let out a surprised whimper as he kissed you. His tongue immediately slid into your mouth, tasting every part of it as his hands began rubbing circles against you. You reached down to keep your panties out of the way while the other awkwardly curled around him.

The living room was filled with the sound of your wet sounds, Jotaro keeping a steady pace. When he deemed you wet enough, his fingers pressed into you. You moaned into his mouth, his thick fingers stretching you in a way you had dreamed about. He removed them for a second before his thumb began rubbing your clit.

“I’m going to take care of you so good that you’ll never think about anyone else,” he growled into your ear.

You threw your head back against the pillow, moaning out his name as you felt your first orgasm of the night approach. His thumb kept on rubbing your clit while his other fingers pushed into you again, and the combination of both sensations had you finishing with a loud yell of his name. He withdrew his fingers as you came down from your high, panting as you felt your body become weightless.

 “Are you okay?”

“You are too good at this,” you managed to croak out.

He laughed, pulling himself away from you. Your eyes trailed down to the large bulge in his pants and you began reaching towards it. His hand immediately reached out to smack it away.

“I’m taking care of you, remember?”

You pouted, sitting up to gesture at his crotch.

“You deserve to get off too.”

“I’ll get off when I’m fucking you later.”

Noted.

Jotaro laid on the opposite side of the couch, mimicking your current position.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.”

His eyes never left your body as you took off your shirt and unclipped your bra. Once you were naked, his arms reached out for you.

“Come sit on my lap.”

You crawled towards him and straddled his lap. His hands reached out to adjust you, and it took you a moment to realize he was getting you to sit on his face.

“Jo-Jotaro -”

“Relax.”

He slid down on the couch so he was able to lift his head and shoulders. His legs were bent, allowing you to lean back against them. Your hands reached between them to keep yourself upright as your body slid down until your core was close to his mouth. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you closer until his mouth was hot on you.

“F-fuck, Jotaro!” you gasped out.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Every time his tongue pressed against your clit your body jolted, the pleasure so intense it was bordering on painful. Your body moved away on instinct but his strong grip kept you in place. When you jerked away for the third time, he pulled away and slapped your cunt.

“Keep moving and watch what happens.”

You whimpered, nodding slowly. He watched you for a second before resuming eating you out. Scrunching your eyes shut, you took a deep breath as you urged your body to relax. You focused on the feeling of his tongue moving against you, tasting you as if he had never eaten a meal in his life and was starving. The pleasure began to reach a threshold but you forced yourself to push through it.

However, after a few moments, the pleasure turned into something that was scary and unfamiliar.

“W-wait, Jotaro,” you gasped out.

He shook his head, mouth moving with the movement. The feeling swelled, and for a moment you were afraid you were going to pee.

“J-Jotaro - oh!”

You came suddenly, body twitching as you felt something slip out of you. Jotaro kept on, giving you kitten licks until you sagged against him.

“I can’t believe I just made you squirt.”

“I what?!”

Lifting your head tiredly, heat rushed across your face at the sight of his glistening face. His own cheeks were flushed with arousal, eyes lidded as he watched you.

“You taste so good. I want to taste you more but I really need to fuck you now.”

Jotaro gently pushed you off his lap so he could undress himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his shirtless form, tracing the muscles with your eyes until it ended at the dark happy trail that disappeared into his pants. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his long legs and kicking them off towards the floor. His erection strained against his briefs, the size both impressive and intimidating.

“I’ll take it slow, baby. Don’t look so worried.”

His briefs came off, revealing his large cock. You admired the neat patch of dark hair, reaching out to run a finger along it before tracing up his length. He shivered, hands coming back to settle on your hips.

“Get back on top.”

You obeyed, lifting your hips as you angled yourself over him. He stroked himself a few times, watching your face before he leaned in to kiss you gently. You felt your nervousness slipping away, and it gave you the courage to begin sliding down him.

The initial stretch had you gasping, leaning down to bury your head in the crook of his shoulder. His fingers dug deep into your hips, an intense way for him to ground himself in an effort to not buck up into you.

“You feel s-so good,” he croaked out.

You slid down another inch, a shiver wracking up your spine. Your hands clung onto his shoulders, using them to steady yourself as you took in another half-inch.

“Why are you so big?” you gasped out.

A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest.

“Fuck, if you keep talking like that I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

Sucking in a breath, you kept sliding down, crying out when you felt yourself bottom out. Your ass rested against his thighs, which were shaking fiercely.

“Move,” you hissed out.

His hands gripped your hips and lifted them up. You gasped, feeling his hips thrust up at the same time. It took you a moment to realize that he was getting you to ride him, and you swiftly followed his guidance. His mouth pressed against your chest, his hot mouth opening to take a nipple into his mouth. The dual sensation of pleasure had your eyes shutting, and you threw your head back in ecstasy.

“Jotaro, I’m not going to last long,” you whined out.

“Me neither,” he admitted, his pace getting faster.

The speed that he was helping you to ride him was almost inhuman. Damn him and his immense strength, you thought, mouth dropping open. You felt yourself tightening around him, and you came with a high-pitched whine of his name. He followed immediately after, his hips thrusting up erratically into you as he came inside of you.

Your body felt boneless and you dropped against him. Gasping for breath, you wrapped your arms weakly around him. Jotaro nuzzled into your neck, his breaths hot as he regained his own breath.

“That was amazing,” you whispered weakly.

He carefully lifted you up, and you felt the sticky mess between your legs. He slid your bodies down the couch and adjusted you so you could rest against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat loud in your ear had your chest swelling with affection, and you curled deeper into him.

“Is it too late for me to say I think I like you too?”

You laughed tiredly, shaking your head.

“No, I think you made it quite obvious.”

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— jjba: first time making Jotaro Kujo whimper

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 4), gender neutral reader

rating: mildly suggestive. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

the first time you heard jotaro whimper it completely was unexpected. you had been dating only a short time and intimacy between the two of you had been rather lacking. he was never one for pda but even when you were alone with him he was sometimes still very reserved.

this night however you had been watching a nature documentary he had insisted you must see. of course it was about the ocean, what else would be so important to him. his strong arm was wrapped around you and you were against his broad chest, your head nestled in the crook of his neck.

the dolphins in the documentary were particularly playful and you exhaled a little giggle. your warm breath fanned across his neck. it was only for a split second but you could have sworn he tensed up. even his hand on your shoulder gripped you slightly. you blinked, surprised. had you imagined that? or was his neck very sensitive? it could have been a mere coincidence. soon your curiosity got the better of you. you waited for an opportunity to try out your theory.

soon the baby seal segment of the documentary came on and the moment the little seal scooted across the sand you purposely giggled again, your warm breath tickling jotaro’s neck. this time he merely turned his neck from side to side as if dealing with a painful tick but made no comment to you. internally you smiled to yourself realizing you might have come across a potential weakness in your beloved boyfriend. third time was the charm, right? resting one hand against his chest you tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss just below his ear.

“y/n…” his voice uncharacteristically soft and almost pleading.

you had never had him react in such a way so before he could murmur a word of protest you kissed his neck once more. this time you opened your mouth slightly. it was soft and lingering as you sucked on the sensitive skin a bit more….and he whimpered.

the whimper was unmistakable even with the sound of the documentary playing in the background.

you immediately looked up at him only to see his eyes were closed as his brows were furrowed together and he was biting his lip. you couldn’t wait to make him whimper again.

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Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

Part 2 — ‘the day I found out that Igris has a knot’

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

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I know you said you have a hard time writing him, but can I request something with Sanji? I really love your enemies to lovers dynamic in your Zoro fic, so maybe something like that? Can you make it spicy too? just something short pretty please!

(No stress if you don't want to)

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Anon!!! Now I don't know if I made this man justice! I'm sorry it took so long! I really tried my best!! I got a little carried away, so this isn't really something short anymore... BUT I hope you'll like it 💕 I'm also tired and didn't proofread this as much as I should have!

I Hate Flirts

Sanji x Female Reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers, smut, oral, p in v sex

To say your first impression of the cook, as you first joined the Straw Hat Pirates, was bad was one hell of an understatement. You weren’t a fan of pretty boys, and most of all, you weren’t a fan of flirts. 

Hell, you hated flirts.

When Luffy had introduced you to the crew, you’d tried to put on your best smile. Everyone seemed nice enough—Zoro, with his comfortable demeanor; Nami, who welcomed you with a knowing smile; Usopp and Chopper, who were immediately friendly. 

And then there was Sanji.

He’d approached you with that cheeky smile, a bouquet of flowers seemingly conjured out of thin air. “For the beautiful new member of our crew,” he’d said, taking your hand and kissing it with far too much charm.

You’d yanked your hand back, not being able to keep the sneer breaking on your lips at the gesture. “Don’t do that,” you snapped almost immediately.

It’d been entirely reactionary and the guilt you felt at the hurt in his eyes only served to widen the rift you’d created.

Sanji’s grin had faltered, just for a moment, before he replaced it with an exaggerated bow. “As you wish, mademoiselle. But my admiration knows no bounds.”

Your eyes narrowed at his answer. Something about it irked you beyond comprehension.

From that moment on, it was war. Sanji flirted relentlessly, his attempts becoming more and more ridiculous as he tried to win you over. You, in turn, shot him down at every opportunity, sometimes with a sharp retort, most of the time with a well-placed punch to the shoulder.

Despite the ongoing one-sided battle, you couldn’t deny that Sanji excelled in many places. He fought well and in the boredom of the endless sea, the meals he prepared were a highlight of your day. After all, you most definitely had a taste for the finer things in life.

As his cooking slowly broke away your apprehension towards him, you started to grudgingly admire his dedication to his craft. There was something about the way he moved in the kitchen, all precision and passion, that you couldn’t help but respect… Not that you’d ever admit that to him.

The rest of the crew found your dynamic endlessly entertaining. Nami would give you knowing looks, Zoro would snicker behind his sake, and Luffy, bless his heart, was just happy to have another person on board.

Despite everything, you had to admit the cook had his moments.

You weren’t sure what had taken you over but one extremely boring afternoon, your feet mindlessly brought you to the kitchen. Just as expected Sanji was there, elbow deep in preparations.

You leaned against the doorframe, quietly observing as he twirled the knife in his hands, as he chopped at a speed that was lightning-fast. “Need any help?” The words left your mouth before your mind could register them.

Sanji looked up, surprise clear on his features but a certain pleased glimmer filled his eyes. “A lady—“ he started to protest, the words dying on his lips as he saw your expression start to shift. “I-I’d love the help,” he muttered uncertainly instead.

You stepped into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves as you moved to stand beside him. The countertop was cluttered with various ingredients, a testament to the elaborate meal he was undoubtedly preparing.

“What can I do?” you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Sanji handed you a knife and a cutting board. “Can you, uh, chop these vegetables? Uniform pieces, please.”

You took the knife from him, noting the gentle brush of his fingers against yours. Ignoring the slight warmth that spread through you, you focused on the task at hand. As you worked, the kitchen filled with the rhythmic sound of chopping, accompanied by the occasional clatter of pots and pans.

“Not bad,” Sanji commented, peeking at your progress. “You’ve got a good hand for this.”

“Surprised?” you shot back with a coy smirk, your tone teasing.

He laughed. “Maybe a little. You never struck me as the domestic type.”

You couldn’t help the soft chuckles that passed your lips. “I’m not,” you admitted. “But I have picked up a few skills along the way.” Your gaze was distant for a moment. “There’s nothing like good food and an excellent bottle of wine.” You punctuated your statement with a fancy twirl of your knife.

“Good wine, huh?” He said, curiosity piqued. 

“Oh the things I would do for a good Cabernet and dark chocolate,” you mused dreamily.

Sanji’s eyes lit up. “A fellow connoisseur? Now that’s something I didn’t expect!” He set down his own knife and looked at you with genuine interest. “What’s your favorite dish to pair with a good wine?”

You paused, contemplating your answer. “I’d say a rich beef bourguignon. The deep, savory flavors work perfectly with a full-bodied red.”

Sanji’s smile grew wider, an expression of pure delight. “You have excellent taste,” he said, clearly impressed. “How about you help me make that tonight? I’ve got some top-quality beef in the pantry.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You want to make bourguignon? Right now? What about all this?” You gestured at what you’d been chopping.

“Why not?” he replied, enthusiasm shining in his eyes. “It’s a perfect way to spend a boring afternoon, don’t you think? The prep can serve for tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious excitement. “Alright, let’s do it.”

For the next few hours, the two of you worked side by side, prepping ingredients and discussing various cooking techniques. Sanji’s knowledge of culinary arts was vast, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. He was patient, guiding you through the more intricate parts of the recipe without a hint of condescension.

As the bourguignon simmered on the stove, filling the kitchen with a mouthwatering aroma, Sanji uncorked a bottle of red wine. “Here,” he said, pouring you a glass. “A little something to pass the time while we wait.”

You took the glass, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of the wine. “This is amazing,” you admitted, glancing at him. “Where did you get it?”

“A gift from a grateful villager,” he replied with a wink. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And making beef bourguignon with me counts as a special occasion?”

Sanji’s expression softened, a hint of sincerity shining through his usual flirtatious demeanor. “Every moment with you is special.”

You rolled your eyes, but this time, it was more out of habit than annoyance. “If you think this is getting you into my pants, think again,” you admonished though your tone remained playful.

He blushed and sputtered, choking on his sip of wine. 

Cute.

You smiled as you looked at him. It was the first time you’d seen this side of Sanji – the side that wasn’t really trying to win you over with charm and gifts, but simply being kind. You really looked at him for the first time. Maybe there was more to Sanji than the flirtatious exterior. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth getting to know beyond the playful banter.

As the weeks flowed, your dynamic shifted. Sanji’s flirtations became less over-the-top, more sincere. He still never missed an opportunity, but there was a gentleness to it now, a hint of genuine affection. And damn it, you found yourself responding in kind.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened, but one day, you caught yourself laughing at one of his ridiculous flirting attempts. It was a real, deep and true laughter, the sound surprising both of you. Sanji’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face.

From that moment on, he craved to hear the cheerful din of your laughter again and again, especially when it was only for him.

One evening, as you mindlessly sipped a Cabernet with dark chocolate, you looked at him differently. As he hummed to himself, washing the dishes, you found yourself thinking this was nice. 

“You know, Sanji,” you started, munching on chocolate. “I think I wouldn’t mind it if you tried to get into my pants.”

Sanji nearly dropped the plate he was washing, turning to face you with wide eyes and a face quickly turning as red as the wine you were sipping. “W-What?” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

You took another sip of your wine, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You heard me,” you said casually, savoring the rich liquid. “I think I wouldn’t mind it. If you tried, that is.”

Sanji blinked, his usual suave demeanor momentarily replaced with genuine surprise and nervousness. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words.

You chuckled softly, enjoying his flustered state. “Cat got your tongue, cook?”

You got up, slowly making your way to him. Your fingers traced his jaw as you looked at him through your lashes. “Unless I’m mistaken and you’re not interested. That’s fine too, I guess.”

Sanji swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously under your touch. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “No, no, you’re not mistaken,” he said, his voice a little shaky but sincere. “I’ve just… I’ve...”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well then, in that case, you could kiss me,” you suggested, your voice soft and inviting.

Sanji’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if making sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then, with a deep breath, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with the promise of more to come.

Promises you didn’t want to wait for. 

You softly bit at his lower lip, asking for more. Sanji’s hesitation melted away as he responded to your encouragement, deepening the kiss with newfound confidence, His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as your lips moved in sync. His tongue met yours in a careful dance, the taste of chocolate, wine, and cigarettes mingling between you.

Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the moment, the gentle sway of the ship only adding to the intoxicating feeling. Your fists bunched in his shirt, then his hair, desire clear in the desperation of your movements. He stumbled forward, pinning you to the counter, your back arched and you wished you could melt into him more than physically possible. 

You pulled away slightly, breathless and dizzy with lust. “Does the door have a lock?” you asked breath hot against his. 

Sanji’s breath was ragged as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. He looked towards the kitchen door, then back at you, eyes dark with desire. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice husky. “It does.”

You grinned, biting your lip. “Good,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you did so. “Lock the door for me, pretty boy?”

The click of the lock seemed to break the last of Sanji’s restraint. He captured your lips again, this time with more urgency, his hands roaming your body with a newfound boldness. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire in your core.

You tugged at his shirt, impatiently pulling it free from his pants, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. Sanji’s breath hitched at the contact, his hands moving to unbutton your own clothing with equal fervor. 

As your garments fell to the floor in a haphazard pile, Sanji lifted you onto the counter, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, a reverent expression on his face. You moved to remove your black lacy underwear but his hand stopped you.

“I want you to keep it on,” he breathed, his voice filled with genuine awe. “You’re a vision.”

Your eyebrow arched but still you blushed at his words and you most definitely didn’t let them slow you down. “Show me how much,” you challenged, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

Sanji didn’t need to be told twice. His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips that had you gasping for breath. His hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, driving you wild with want.

As he trailed down your abdomen he dropped down to his knees, hands going around your thighs and dragging you to the edge. He looked up at you, veneration in his eyes. “Can I taste you?” He almost begged. 

You took your time to answer him, reveling in the sight. Your hand lazily cupped his cheek, tangled in his hair. “Yes.” Your whisper was almost lost against the sound of waves crashing against the hull.

His tongue met already dripping black lace. He lapped and sucked with adoration and the muted feeling of ecstasy threatened to send you over the edge again and again. Until your thighs shook and you were reduced to a babbling mess, begging for his tongue against your flesh. 

When he at long last dragged the ruined piece of cloth down your legs and his tongue finally met your slick with worship, his name flowed across your lips like a prayer. The waves of pleasure that washed over you were overwhelming and as orgasm after orgasm flowed through you he didn’t relent, drinking you in with a fervor born of reverence. You could feel your arousal drip down your trembling thighs, down his chin, the moans that escaped you as you implored him to stop obscene. 

When you collapsed in exhaustion and your shrieks born of overstimulation became soft sobs and whimpers he finally backed off. Gently, he guided you lower, a hand behind your head as he lay you down against the cool granite of the counter. 

His lips found yours in a soft kiss, allowing your mind to slowly come back to reality. His tongue danced with yours with careful consideration, the taste of your slick flooding your mouth. “I want to feel you around me, I want to feel your warmth, I want to…” he pleaded against your lips.

“Sanji, please,” you whispered, your voice laced with need.

Forehead to forehead Sanji’s eyes met yours, his gaze blown with lust. “Anything for you, my love” he promised, his hands unsteady as he positioned himself.

He slowly slid in, both of you moaning, your breaths mingling in want. You mewled, your head falling back as Sanji began to move, each thrust a symphony of pleasure that built and built until you thought you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it.

Sanji’s rhythm was desperate, his movements ragged and teetering as he brought you higher and higher.  Your name fell from his lips in a litany of praise and need, each syllable driving him to push you further.

As the tension within you reached a fever pitch, you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Sanji followed soon after, hips stuttering, hot seed mingling with your slick as it slowly overflowed and dripped down unto the counter.

For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the steady beat of your hearts, and the gentle sway of the ship. You clung to each other, lost in the afterglow, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in.

You were the first to break the silence, your voice raspy and filled with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “Sanji, that was incredible,” you chuckled. “I don't think I can stand.”

His laughter mingled with yours, a rich, heartfelt sound that filled the room. Your heart filled with contentment. The moment was perfect, a blend of intimacy and joy that neither of you would ever let go of.

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Cherry Girl | Chapter 3

Eustass Kid x Reader

Chapters: [1] [2]

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, slow burn-ish, praise kink, size difference

Chapter wc: 7.8k

Summary: Eustass ‘captain’ Kid was in a shit mood. He was pent-up, irritated and you… you and your pink mini denim skirt wasn’t helping. OR You and Kid obviously pine for each other but you're both idiots.

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Slowly crossposting from AO3

Chapter 3: The Shower

You hadn’t seen your captain nor those girls come out of his quarters in three days now. Most of the men of the crew had opted with staying at a nearby inn, pursuing their own conquests. Killer had instructed you with leaving some water and food by his door every day and every time you changed the old empty tray of food with a new full one you’d hear loud moans in there. Seemed like they were having fun. You tried not to be envious of them. But at night, when the room was empty, you couldn’t help yourself but let your fingers wander past the waistband of your panties and wonder how he’d feel.

The sun was creeping up and you couldn’t sleep. You decided to make your way to the kitchen, get an early start on your tasks of the day. You didn’t bother changing out of your thin pajama shorts and camisole, opting to throw on a thick cardigan and slip on your pink fur slippers. It wasn’t like anyone was on the ship anyways. 

The deck was quiet for a change, fresh air feeling good on your skin. You opened the door to the kitchen. Eustass ‘Captain’ fucking Kid was standing there, shirtless, without makeup and his hair soft. He was grumbling to himself over a pan at the oven.

The smell of something burning caught your attention. You sauntered over to where he was, instinct taking over. You removed the pan from the heat, taking it away from his hand. Whatever its content had been it was burnt to a crisp. With a sigh you turned off the oven top.

“The fuck are you doing,” he said in surprise, turning over to you. He was clearly still in a foul mood.

“Sorry captain,” You answered sheepishly, “instinct took over,” you laughed discarding the contents of the pan in the trash. “You should be careful though, could have burnt the whole ship down,” you added under your breath.

Kid shot you a glare, his piercing gaze making you squirm under his scrutiny. “I know what I’m doing,” He grumbled, his voice low and gravelly.

“Clearly not, captain,” you dared. “I didn’t know eggs could be so charred and still be edible.”

He scowled at you, but not in a menacing way. “If the ship goes down, it won’t be 'cause of a fucking pan, kitten. And I do know how to fucking cook”, he mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “Was just distracted is all.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Captain. Need help with breakfast?” you asked playfully, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“I should throw you over fucking board.”

You looked out the window, a mischievous glint in your gaze. “It doesn’t look too cold, and I’m a good swimmer you know,” you answered teasingly. “A dip in the sea might even feel good.”

The audacity of your comeback caught him off guard. His eyes wandered over your body dangerously, taking you in.

“Huh? When the fuck did YOU get so fucking cheeky?” He asked indignantly, taking a step towards you. He was intimidating up close towering over you, a scowl on his face. But you could see the hint of playfulness hidden in his stare.

The intimacy of the moment made you smile.

“Why don’t you sit down?” you said, turning your back on him, donning over an apron. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

He stood there, unsure how to proceed.

“Fine,” he mumbled eventually, sitting down on a chair near the kitchen counter.

You gave a quick nod, satisfied with his response, and turned back to your work, determined to salvage what you could from his disastrous endeavors.

Just as you switched the oven on, the door to the kitchen swung open, making you jump. Killer strode in urgently. “I thought I smelled something burning,” he muttered between heavy breaths.

You laughed, a mischievous glint crossing your gaze. Kid scowled.

“Captain here decided to try his hand at cooking,” you teased between chuckles, “But apparently his mind was somewhere else,” you gestured to Kid with a playful grin.

Kid shot you a glare.

You could almost hear Killer’s brows go up at the idea. “Wasn’t aware you’d finally learned how to cook, Kid,” even though you couldn’t see his face through his mask, you could feel the amusement in his voice.

Kid shot Killer a fierce look. “Mind your own damn business, Killer. I can cook perfectly fine.”

You stifled a laugh. “Sure, you can,” you said in tandem with Killer.

Your captain grumbled something inaudible, his irritation evident.

You rolled your eyes, plating up what you’d been cooking. “There you go, Captain. A meal fit for the pirate king,” you declared, setting the plate in front of him.

“Oi, girly pop! Everything ok in here?” Quincy shouted as she opened the door to the kitchen, Dive and Heat in tow. “Something smells burnt”

You mischievously eyed your captain, he groaned loudly.

“Kid tried to cook,” Killer beat you to it.

“Huh?” Dive bellowed. “No way!” She was clearly amused.

Kid rolled his eyes, shoving food in his mouth with a vengeance, a slight embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before you. Captain Kid begrudgingly eating the breakfast you’d prepared, while his crewmates teased him mercilessly about his culinary skills – or lack thereof. 

You realized, in this perfect moment that you were happy. This, this felt like home.

Quincy and the rest crowded up in the kitchen, you got back to your cooking. The atmosphere was playful. Yes, this was nice, really nice. Warm and natural.

“Right, Quincy, show cherry girl what you found!” Heat said changing the subject.

“Ah! That’s right, look here girly pop,” Quincy beckoned. You turned to her, your curiosity piqued. She was holding up a pair of earrings, cherry earrings.

“Oh! They’re so cute!” You marvelled, picking them up excitedly.

“Just for you, cherry girl,” Quincy added, obviously proud of her find.

You blushed at the nickname. “I told you all to drop that,” you muttered sheepishly as you put on the valued gift.

“Ain’t no way we’re ever doing that,” Dive laughed.

“What’s that ‘Cherry Girl’ about,” Kid interrupted the moment, words uttered between mouthfuls, clearly intrigued.

Quincy looked at you, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. You blanched. “Don’t you fucking dare Quincy,” you panicked.

She leaned on the counter, her grin wicked as she assessed Kid. “You see,” she started in a sing-song. “Cherry girl here,” she put an emphasis on the nickname. Your ears felt hot. “Has never had anyone go down on her.”

“Huh?” Kid shouted, his head whipping back to you in surprise. Your face was red, a confirmation of what Quincy had just uttered. 

A grin plastered itself on his mouth.

“I’m not a virgin though,” You muttered quickly.

He howled.

“Kitten,” his tone was dripping with amusement. “I can change tha-” He started to say. 

“Get in line, Kid,” Quincy and Heat said together, cutting him off. “We already offered.”

You hid your face in embarrassment, your cheeks felt hot against the coolness of your fingers.

“You fucking bastards,” you squealed, your words muffled behind your palms.

“Oh look at her!” Dive added. “She’s redder than the captain’s hair.”

Your crewmates erupted in laughter, teasing you mercilessly as you tried to bury your face in your hands further. Captain Kid, still grinning like a cheshire cat, leaned back in his chair clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“You’re all insufferable,” you muttered, curling inwards.

“Are we?” Quincy said innocently, mischief filled her eyes once again. “You know captain, we all learned a lot about girly pop when we played truth or dare. It’s really too bad you missed all that,” she continued.

“Quincy!” You shouted.

“Oh really?” Kid leaned forward clearly interested.

“Really! I’ll tell you all about it if you give me a nice bonus,” Quincy added. A conspiratorial look passed between her and Kid.

“You fucking traitor, don’t you dare!” You panicked, blood draining from your face.

Kid got up, his grin down right evil as he put his arm around Quincy’s shoulders and started dragging her towards the door with him. “Deal! Start talkin’ Quin,” he shot back a look at you when he passed the door. “Thanks for the food Kitten,” the bastard dared wink at you, Quincy’s faint chatter about that night barely reaching your ears.

Fuck. You groaned, utterly mortified. You heard an ever so rare laugh come from Killer. You couldn’t help the indignant glare you sent his way.

As the door closed behind Captain Kid and Quincy, leaving you alone with Dive, Heat, and Killer, the kitchen fell into an awkward silence. You could feel the heat of embarrassment still burning in your cheeks as you tried to come to terms with the fact that Quincy had just sold you out for a bonus.

Dive and Heat exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Well, that was expected," Dive chuckled.

"Yeah, Quincy has a good knack for negotiation," Heat added, grinning.

You shot them both a fierce stare, still reeling from the betrayal. "You're not helping," you complained.

Killer laughed softly, shaking his head. "Relax, cherry girl. They're just messing with you."

You scowled at the nickname coming from Killer. You’d thought at least HE’d be better. You sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "I know, but still..."

Killer's stance softened, a comforting hand went to your shoulder. "Hey, it's all in good fun. And besides, it's not like Kid’s going to hold it against you."

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You sure about that?"

Killer shrugged. "Who knows with him? But he's not one to judge."

You sighed, feeling a bit reassured by Killer's words. "I guess you're right."

Dive clapped you on the back, a mischievous grin on her face. "Come on, cherry girl. Let's not let Quincy's antics ruin the day. We've got a ship to run, after all."

You nodded and got back to work, steeling yourself to face whatever the day had in store. A small smile made its way on your lips. Despite the embarrassment and teasing, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the camaraderie of your crewmates. With their support, you knew you could handle any and all challenges that came your way.

Kid had actually been in a foul mood when he’d woken up that morning. The girls sleeping on his bed had suddenly started to feel very annoying. He’d roughly woken them up and thrown them out his fucking cabin. He was still so fucking pent-up. He’d fucked them day and night for three days now. They’d been a good lay, matched his intensity just right. So why the fuck was he still so fucking frustrated. He groaned, closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Fuck. He wasn’t fucking tired.

He sighed in defeat and got up. Whatever. He was hungry.

Kid grudgingly made his way to the kitchen, his mind still reeling with irritation and restlessness. Eggs couldn’t be that hard to cook, right? He’d been lost in thought when you’d barged in and ordered him around. The fuck you think you were. He was the fucking captain of this ship. 

He’d scowled in frustration, ready to snap. That was until you’d looked up at him with that cute playful little look of yours. It almost made him smile. That wasn’t so bad he’d guessed. He could let you order him around a little, it wasn’t like it really mattered.

He’d sat down like an obedient dog at your invitation. Checking you out as you busied yourself making him something. Those shorts you wore barely hid anything, he didn’t even need his imagination to see the shapes hidden below the thin fabric of your pajamas. A soft grin made its way to his lips. This was nice actually. Really nice. He took in a breath, letting his shoulders relax.

He wasn’t so angry anymore.

Killer had stormed in at that moment. By the way his friend’s masked face had stayed a touch too long towards him, he knew he’d been caught. 

Whatever, Kid scowled.

His shoulders tensed up again in frustration. He knew Killer would ask later. Fuck. He didn’t know what he’d say.

He’d been eating when Quincy, Dive and Heat had barged in. Cherry girl, they’d call you. He was rarely curious about his crew’s antics, nicknames changed all the time on his ship. But he couldn’t help but ask this time around. By the look in Quincy’s eyes, he immediately knew this was going to be good.

Quincy had dropped the bomb. Your embarrassment making it clear that it was true. His cock had twitched momentarily at the suggestive thought that crossed his mind. He could fucking help you with that if you wanted. Hell he’d give you the time of your life. He gave your body a once over. He’d do it right here and now if you asked. A shit-eating grin plastered his lips as he started voicing his thoughts. Quincy and Heat cut him off, revealing they’d already offered.

He howled at your mortification. Seemed like they all shared the same brain cell. His cock twitched again as he looked at your thighs. They’d make amazing earmuffs. His convictions from a few days before were slowly shattering. Maybe he was that kind of man. Maybe he fucking wanted something sweet for once. He was aware of Quincy’s calculating stare on him. He waited for her to decide on whatever she was deliberating in that head of hers. A resolute look had settled in her eyes and she baited him with scandalous revelations. Oh this was getting interesting. Sure he decided, he’d bite. He snaked an arm around Quincy’s shoulder, a conspiratorial look shared between them as they’d left. The irritation he’d felt that morning was slowly ebbing away.

Yes, this was indeed interesting.

As the days progressed, you found yourself caught up in the daily activities of running the ship. The captain was out of his quarters, it was time for everyone to get back to their duties. Inventory checks, maintenance and planning resumed for the next voyage at sea. You’d sail out soon. One more night and you’d all be off. The crew continued to tease you about your new nickname, they all seemed to revel in the amusement it brought them. A faint blush would hit your cheeks but you were determined not to let it get under your skin.

Your captain hadn’t brought the subjects of whatever conversations he’d had with Quincy. You were sure he’d be back to tease you about it eventually. Maybe it was the inevitability of that teasing that brought you on edge but you could swear that his hand stayed longer and lower on your back when he passed you by. Your heart thrummed every time, ears reddening at the thought that he knew you’d fantasized about him.

You groaned. Stopping your current task, you buried your face in your hands. Flashbacks of embarrassing moments crossing your mind to your despair. “Stop thinking brain,” you told yourself aloud.

Heat barged in, interrupting the fragile peace around you. “Come on, cherry girl. Last day on solid ground. We’re going to drink”

You hesitated. Last time you were at the tavern hadn’t turned out the best for you.

“No chickening out,” you heard Dive shout from outside.

You considered trying to turn them down, although you knew it was futile. “Fine,” you mumbled, getting up.

With a resigned sigh, you followed Heat out of the ship and into the bustling streets of the town. The now familiar sights and sounds washed over you. As you walked, Heat chattered excitedly about the plans for the evening, his infectious enthusiasm gradually lifting your spirits. Despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

The tavern loomed ahead, its warm glow inviting you in. The crew had already claimed their usual corner, their laughter echoing throughout the crowded room.

Quincy waved you over, a mischievous grin on her face. "There she is, cherry girl! Ready for round two?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at her teasing. "Bring it on," you replied, determination in your voice.

As the night wore on, you found yourself caught up in the lively atmosphere of the tavern. Laughter, music, and the clinking of tankards filled the air, washing away the stresses of the day.

Kid wasn’t there. You’d learned he never drank the day before setting out to sea. Him and Killer planning their next route and going over the necessary preparations instead.

Quincy and Dive were engaged in a spirited game of darts, their competitive streaks evident as they cheered each other on. Heat was at the bar, chatting up the bartender and charming her with his infectious smile, probably hoping for a last fuck before the road.

As for you, you found yourself drawn into conversations with various crewmates, sharing stories and laughter as the night wore on. Despite the teasing and the embarrassment, you felt a sense of belonging among your fellow crewmates.

Quincy had eventually made her way back to your side at some point. She was clearly intoxicated.

"Hey, cherry girl," Quincy slurred, leaning heavily on your shoulder. "You know, you're not half bad for a girly pop."

You chuckled, steadying her. "Thanks, I think."

Quincy grinned drunkenly. "No, seriously. You've been holding your own out here. I respect that."

"Thanks Quince,” you laughed heartily.

“Cheers to that,” she shouted holding out her tankard. She wobbled side to side. As she leaned back on you for support, her grip loosened momentarily, the contents of her drink sloshing out of its container and down your shirt. You squeaked at the cold feeling.

“Whoops!” Quincy exclaimed, giggling drunkenly as she looked down at your shirt. “Looks like I’ve had too many.”

You laughed, feeling a little tipsy yourself. “I think you might be right.”

“Looks like the end of the night for her,” Dive chuckled, as she joined the two of you. “Want me to take her back to the ship?”

“No, it’s fine, I need to shower anyways,” you gestured at your shirt. “Before this gets all sticky.”

Dive nodded understandingly. "Alright then, I'll see you back at the ship. ‘Night cherry girl."

With Quincy's arm draped over your shoulder for support, the two of you made your way through the patrons towards the exit. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, a welcome relief from the warmth and noise of the crowded tavern.

As you walked, Quincy stumbled slightly, and you tightened your grip on her to keep her steady. Despite her drunken state, she was surprisingly light on her feet, her laughter echoing through the empty streets as you made your way back to the ship.

The journey back felt shorter than you expected, the familiar sight of the Victoria Punk looming ahead in the darkness. With Quincy's help, you climbed aboard, grateful for the safety and familiarity of the deck beneath your feet.

As you helped Quincy to her cot, you couldn't help but smile. She was a troublemaker and she got on your nerves half the time with her antics but she was your friend. You made sure she was comfortable and placed a bucket at her feet, just in case.

With Quincy safely tucked away, you made your way back up the deck with a change of clothes in your hands and your toiletries. You reached the showers, discarding your clothes and putting your things in a locker. You wrapped your body in your pink fluffy towel as you entered the steamed filled room.

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of your captain under one of the showers. He didn’t seem to notice you, water droplets flowed down his chest, his eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape in pleasure. His hand was pumping up and down his dick. Metal scraps that usually made up his left arm littered on the floor. You startled in realization.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What did you do? You panicked. He hadn’t seen you yet. You started to turn away. That’s right you could just turn back and forget about this. No one had to know. Your foot caught on a wooden bucket in your sudden movement. A deafening clang rung in the silence of the room as it tumbled around.

“Fuck,” you squeaked and turned back to your captain. His lidded gaze was looking right at you. He was amused. Your eyes went to the floor.

Eustass ‘captain’ Kid had felt your presence far before you’d seen him. He hadn’t known it was you. No, that was just a pleasant surprise. Truth be told he didn’t mind being caught, hell they’d all seen each other in compromising situations a thousand times over. A ship was small and everyone had urges. Most of his crew had caught him dick in his hand at least a few times now. They’d usually just turn back and never speak of it again. But as he looked at your panicked form, clad only in a towel, he couldn’t help himself but grin.

“Captain,” you managed to choke out. You were stuttering some kind of apology, not daring looking him in the eye. Cute.

“You gonna help or you wanna watch?” He asked his voice low.

“What?” Your eyes shot up to meet his.

He cocked his head, his lips curved in a slow knowing smile. “You heard me, kitten.”

Damn right you’d heard him. Your mind was just struggling to keep up.

Your feet moved before your rational thoughts could decide otherwise, droplets from the shower head soaking your towel as you joined him under the stream of warm water. Your hand delicately settled on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. Satisfaction with your decision was clear in his eyes, pupils blown eclipsing their fiery color. His hand buried itself in your hair, leaning in for a kiss.

“Well?” he whispered against your lips, hot breath mingling with yours. He waited for you to make the first move.

Your gaze flickered against his features, taking him in. You leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. His grip tightened in your locks, mouth moving against yours hungrily as he pressed your bodies closer to one another. Without breaking away, he spun you around trapping you against the wall, the cold wet tile a distant sensation as your entire being melted into his touch. His knee parted open your legs, you felt a soft pressure at your core.

“Captain,” you muttered against his lips, the sound somehow needy. “I don’t actually… really… know what to do,” you admitted shyly.

He stopped his exploration, body backing up ever so slightly as he looked in your eyes, gaze searching yours. His grip loosened. His forehead hit the cold tile of the wall next to your head as he deliberated over something. A soft ‘fuck’ reached your ear, and he suddenly withdrew entirely. Quickly turning off the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder none so delicately. His metal arm reconstructed itself as he walked.

You squeaked in surprise at the sudden shift in your vision. You attempted a small protest, but he was already on the move, striding past the door of the showers right onto the deck, the cool air of the night making the hairs on your body stand up. 

“Captain!” you screeched in embarrassment at your lack of propriety even though the ship was empty. 

His steps left damp marks on the wooden planks as he ignored your pleas, his hand tightening in the softness of your thigh when you tried to wriggle out of his grip. He took a quick turn. The metal door of his quarters swung open far before you even reached it and closed behind him just as fast.

You heard the lock click as he threw you unceremoniously on his bed. He looked down at you, hunger clear in his eyes. 

“You a virgin?” He asked. When you didn’t answer he continued, “cause I can work with that. Just need to know first.”

“I’m not,” You felt your cheeks turn pink. “It’s just been a while.” You felt bold under his gaze, the lust plastered on his features somehow emboldening you. Your hand slowly rose to the edge of your towel, undoing the small knot and revealing your naked form.

Kid tossed his head back, hooded eyes devouring you. “Fuck”, he muttered, “you’ll be the end of me.”

He leaned down over you on the bed. His lips found yours in a domineering kiss, biting and ravaging. You gave in, happily acquiescing to all his greedy requests, his tongue leading yours.

You moaned, everything feeling dizzy with desire. One of his knees parted your legs slightly, making space for him. His lips left yours, travelling to your jaw, down your throat, occasionally stopping for a soft bite. He seemed to be thinking about something, his attention both on you and far away. As he gave your nipple a small flick, one of your hands buried itself in his hair, the other on his arm for support as needy whimpers escaped you.

You felt the way his grin widened against your skin as he started shuffling downwards, kissing down your abdomen. Realization downed on you.

“Wait!” You cried out, almost panicky. He looked up at you, amusement tinging the glint in his eyes. “I-I’ve never…”

He chuckled, the gravelly sound sending shocks of electricity to your core. “I know, cherry girl,” he put emphasis on the nickname, a shit-eating expression stuck on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, each word punctuated with a kiss.

You could feel his quiet exhales ghosting over your heat. Your breath caught in anticipation. His metal arm laced around your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder, his cold steel hand resting heavily on your hip, pinning you down. He kissed the inside of your thigh, gaze never leaving yours. You looked away shyly. He bit down almost painfully, earning him a gasp.

“That won’t do kitten,” he drawled, “look at me”.

You obeyed, eyes snapping to him, the sight of him between your legs almost too much. Your cheeks heated.  

“Good girl,” he muttered against the softness of your skin.

Oh gods. You let out a depraved moan at the praise. Fuck. You liked that.

His eyes sparkled at your reaction. He kissed your thigh again, getting closer to your core. “Don’t ya dare look away, alright? You keep those pretty eyes on me.” 

You nodded, eager to please.

The thumb of his flesh hand swiped up your slit, parting your folds, playing with the slick positively dripping out of you. It settled right above your clit, pushing up the hood slightly. “So wet for me,” he commented. 

You opened your mouth to say you didn’t know what but his tongue met your heat first. A squeak at the new sensation passed your mouth instead. Your body tensed up, unsure how to react to the intensity of the pleasure wave coming over you. His mouth latched onto your clit, tongue working expertly.

Your hips bucked against his face but the weight of his metal arm pinned you down more firmly. You couldn’t help the begging mewls escaping your lips, incoherent pleas echoing against the steel walls. You moved your free hand to cover your mouth, embarrassed, but the way his glare turned dangerous made you drop it just as fast, fingers tightening in the soft fabric of his bed instead.

Pleased, he redoubled his pace. The hand you had on his head clenched in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you tried not to push down on him too hard. He groaned at the feeling. You could feel the grin on his lips more than you could see it as his tongue dipped lower, his thumb taking over the bundle of nerves momentarily as he explored your heat fully.

His tongue delved in and out of you as he increased the pressure on your clit. You let out a sharp cry at the intensity of the sensations, your breath struggling to find a normal rhythm at the ferocity of his onslaught. It was all so fucking much. Your hand twitched, hips trying to squirm away, white edging at your vision.

“Captain,” you moaned. “I’m close,” that feeling of ecstasy was just right out of your grip.

He hummed in understanding, stopping his exploration to renew his attention fully on your clit. Devouring you with an intensity you didn’t know possible. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash over you, swallowing you whole. But, he didn’t stop, tongue lapping as you rode out the waves.

Your body struggled to get out of his grip as pleasure started to feel too much against his unrelenting attention, an almost painful assault on your senses. Everything other than his lips at your core faded out of existence, the feeling bordering on distressing as your consciousness grappled to comprehend the surges of pleasure still washing over you. Your back arched, body tense as your hips sought to back away. The hand you had in his hair tried to push him off. It didn’t matter, he was stronger than you.

“One more for me, kitten,” He demanded.

His hand left your trembling thigh and dropped down lower, pushing one finger, then a second inside of you as his tongue continued his work. He pumped in and out of you lazily, the squelching sound obscene as he felt your heat twitch around him. Your breath struggled between sharp cries. It was too much. Your mind fell into oblivion as a second more intense orgasm hit you.

For a moment, it felt as though your soul had left your shaking body but then all sensations came back with a vengeance, threatening to steal away the rationality of your mind.

“Captain! Captain!” you sobbed, tears staining your cheeks. “Shit! Stop!” He didn’t. “Stop! It’s too much!” Panic laced the tone of your voice. He backed away a little, chin wet with your arousal, fingers still buried in your cunt, playing with your slick. You were panting, breath struggling to find its normal rhythm.

“Do you want to stop here, kitten?” He asked, softly biting your inner thigh.

“What? No!” Your words were frantic. “’’twas just too much, I…” you panted, “Just need to slow down for a bit” you answered between gasps, the world still spinning around you.

“Slow down, huh?” the grin on his lips was downright evil. The pad of his thumb found your clit, tracing soft small circles as he continued fingering you. “Can’t keep up with me? Kitten?” you whimpered, the tight feeling you had in your stomach coming back, begging for release as he carried on teasingly. “Thought you had fantasies ‘bout me.”

You averted your eyes shyly. “Fucking Quincy,” you muttered under your breath.

He chuckled. “Kitten,” his tone had a warning edge to it. “Didn’t say your eyes could leave me, did I?” He asked. You brought your eyes back to his. “That’s my girl, so good for me,” the praise elicited a moan out of you. He added a little more pressure to your clit, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You could feel your orgasm in reach.

So fucking close.

He stopped.

You couldn’t help the “No!” you squeaked when you felt the sweet promise of pleasure being taken away from you.

He laughed, a low rumble. “How about you tell me ‘bout those fantasies of yours? I might even let you come if they’re good.” He resumed the soft circles.

Your face felt hot. The feeling of humiliation at the thought of saying them out loud somehow turning you on even more. “I-I…” You hesitated. “I’ve thought about you, captain, fucking me for a while,” you committed to it. “When I brought you lemonade last time, I thought about you fucking me against the door of your workshop. How you’d slip my panties to the side and fuck me senseless. Maybe you’d bend me over that desk of yours and take me there too.” Just the thought made the promise of your orgasm return.

“Oh? Really?” He was clearly amused. His fingers didn’t stop. “That all?” he probed for more.

“Gods no!” Your high was growing and growing, all but the touch of his fingers and the scorching heat of his gaze felt fuzzy. “I’ve thought about riding you so many times. In a bed, even in that chair you always sit in. I’ve thought about how you’d sound as I move myself up and down your dick. I wondered if you would leave bruises on my hips as pleasure would take you.”

A hum caught in the back of his throat at the thought. You were so close. He stopped.

“No!” You screamed in frustration. “Please,” you almost wept, your high denied to you for a second time. He grinned.

“Go on,” He demanded, evidently entertained.

“I’ve also thought,” You started, suddenly feeling bashful at this one fantasy. “Thought about you using your powers on me. Pinning me down as you fuck me without mercy.”

Kid moaned. Loudly.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. The pressure of his thumb increased slightly. Emboldened, you continued. “Thought about you coming inside me, having your seed drench my panties, drip down my thighs as I have to carry on my duties on the ship.” 

The thought made your walls clench hard around his fingers, a desperate moan making its way out of your mouth. He didn’t stop this time, continuing the come-hither motion of his fingers as you rode out your high.

“Good girl, you did so well for me, kitten,” He said when your breathing stabilized. Gods, you could get addicted to this, the way his praises made you feel. “How ‘bout we make one of those a reality?”

“Wha-“ you didn’t have time to finish what you’d started to say. In a flash he’d expertly flipped you both around positioning you over his dick. He leaned up on his elbow, hand in your hair he crashed your lips together, teeth biting at your lower lip before his tongue darted in, exploring your mouth. You tumbled to his chest, his hard-on pressing against your core. You felt some of your slick cooled down by the air drip down your thigh, onto his cock.

He let himself drop on the bed dragging you with him. His metal hand sliding from your hip down your ass. “Captain,” you moaned against him as he squeezed plush flesh. Your own hand slipped between your bodies, grabbed his length. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness at how big he felt against your fingers. It was no surprise, really, considering how massive he was compared to you. You gave him a few slow pumps, grip tightening against the tip. He tossed his head back at the sensation, an unabashedly loud moan escaping him.

“Kitten,” He almost begged. “I’m not sure I can continue being nice like that with you.”

His gaze was intense, filled with desire. You leaned back, lips leaving his, your other hand taking place on his chest for support. You studied his face as you brought his cock at your entrance. Gods. He was so pretty. You wanted to make him come in your hands but your need for him to be inside you was just as bad, if not worse.

“Captain, you’re big! Much bigger than what I’ve had before,” You stated, beginning to lower yourself on him, the tip already feeling like a stretch.

You heard a faint ‘fuck’ coming from his lips, stuttered swears uttered below his breath.

“I’m going to need you to be nice,” you whimpered as you slid down a bit lower. His hand settled on your hips digging hard, his self-restraint clearly starting to fray. Maybe it would leave bruises tomorrow. The thought made you moan, clench slightly around him.

“Going to need you to be nice for a bit,” you repeated. He groaned in somewhat acquiescence, eyes not leaving yours. Your voice went up an octave as you continued, “but I don’t want you to be nice.” You took him up to the hilt. “I want you to be rough. I want you to use me.” 

His red painted nails dug painfully into your soft flesh at your words. Yes! That would leave bruises. Good. “Just need you to let me get used to the stretch first,” you ended.

“Fuck, kitten,” He smiled as your walls fluttered around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

His hand left your hip, nails softly grazing down your outer thigh before soothingly going back up. An electric shock of pleasure went down your back at the sensation. You gave a tentative sway of your hips. Your nails dug into his chest, the stretch was so intense, but you thought you could take it. Your movements emboldened after a few ups and downs. Kid gave a low moan, tossing his head back against the covers, his own back arching slightly as he struggled to stay still. He was loud. He didn’t care. You felt pride to be the one getting these moans out of him this time around.

You smiled in satisfaction. Your thighs already trembling in pleasure. “Captain, fuck me! Please!” you pleaded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the words left your mouth his metal hand secured you in place and his hips began to move in and out of you fast. His other hand traveled up your side to your breast giving playful tugs on your nipple. His gaze was as wild as the pace he’d set.

Your mind labored to keep up with the waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your breast bounced with each hard thrust. You moaned loudly every time his pelvis hit your oversensitive clit, your nails leaving red scratches all over him as you struggled to find purchase. You could already feel that you were close, but his pace was too fast for you to get any word in.

It was not like you had to tell him though. With the way you clenched and fluttered against him, he already knew. “That’s it kitten, let go for me,” he said between two moans.

It was all it took for you to do just that. Pleasure took over your senses, your wall squeezing him almost painfully.

“Fuck,” you heard him swear distantly, through the curtains of your high.

You slowly came back to reality. He was still going. You writhed in ecstasy.

“Shit, kitten, can I come inside?” He asked, urgency lacing his words.

Gods. “Yes!” you begged over and over again. It didn’t take him long to reach climax either. His grip tightened on your hips, and you felt his seed flood your womb as he moaned loudly. Hot sticky fluid seeped out of you, painted your thighs, mixed with your slick.

You were exhausted. He’s was still buried to the hilt inside of you as you dropped down on his panting chest. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of you.

A chuckle escaped him. “Shit, kitten,” he said between heavy breaths. “Would’ve done that much earlier if I’d known.”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your lips. “You really only had to ask, captain,” you answered. His chest rose up and down in a deep laughter at that. You began to back away but his metal arm pinned you down against him.

“You know,” he started to say, his voice rough from your activities. “As much as you calling me captain makes my dick twitch, you can call me by my name when I’m balls deep in you, kitten.” His hand traveled up and down on your back, sometimes settling here and there, thumb soothingly drawing small circles.

“Kid,” you uttered shyly. How often had you daydreamed of calling him that? 

“That’s my girl,” he answered, his hand traveling up your back, finding its place at your nape, fingers tangling in your hair he guided your face towards his, locking your lips together. It was softer than the ones before, more considerate.

You moaned in his mouth, his metal hand found it was to your hip, squeezing your ass before pinning you still. You could feel his cock coming back to life buried deep within you.

“Kid,” you pleaded.

He smiled against your lips. “The night’s young, kitten. I’m just getting started with you.”

Your walls twitched at the growing stretch, you were oversensitive everywhere. “Fuck,” your breath caught.

He gave a tentative thrust into you, your whole body shuddering before he flipped you over, your back hitting the covers. He backed away momentarily, you felt empty without his cock stretching you. He took one of your ankles in his metal hand, bringing it to his shoulder. He reentered you at an agonizingly slow pace, clearly looking for something with each thrust. His flesh hand took your other knee, positioning it in different ways.

“K-Kid! W-what are you doing?” you couldn’t help but wonder.

He didn’t need to answer, you felt it first. The angle of his thrust made you see stars. A sharp cry escaped your lips, tears of pleasure threatening to flood your eyes.

“Ahh, there it is,” He roared in triumph.

With no warning he started pounding into you without mercy. His flesh hand left your leg once he was sure you’d anchored yourself, instead going to stimulate your clit.

You couldn’t control the sobs of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth. Your hands fought to find purchase in the covers of the bed, digging as hard as humanely possible as your entire body struggled to keep up with the ecstasy coursing through it.

“Kid,” you begged, as you came around him, walls spasming uncontrollably. He didn’t stop as you rode your high.

“You’re doing so well, kitten,” he praised you, between his own moans.

He left your heat for a moment when he felt you coming back to reality. He flipped you around. Your arms failed to keep you upright, your face burying itself in fabric instead. Drool and tears seeping in the soft cotton.

He reentered you, continuing his merciless pace. You felt your thighs tremble, your whole body tense and slack simultaneously. His metal hand kept your hips in place, flesh hand finding its rightful place at your clit. Your pleas were muffled, your nails digging in the covers harder than you thought possible. Your toes curled. You could only see white as pleasure flowed through you. When Kid came inside of you, your body dropped down heavily. You were so tired. You heard him say something but your brain didn’t register the words as you drifted to sleep.

The soft rays of the sun woke you up. You were laying down on your captain’s chest, his arm pinning you against him. You blushed as memories of your activities flooded your mind. 

Bathroom. You needed to go to the bathroom.

You tried to move his arm from you. Your whole body felt so sore. He groaned softly as you inched slowly out of his grip. Your legs almost gave out, feeling wobbly as you made your way to the bathroom attached to his quarters.

Your thighs were surprisingly clean, you spotted both yours and Kid’s towels in the hamper. He’d clearly used them to clean you up after you’d passed out. Your cheeks heated at the thought.

Fuck. You panicked. With your towel gone you’d have to find something else to wear as you’d run to your quarters for a change of clothes.

Your eyes landed on clothes scattered all over the room. You wondered if he would be angry if you borrowed one of his shirts. You picked one up from the floor, bringing it to you. You smiled. It smelled like him.

You slipped it on. It was big on you, easily covering you down to your thighs. You creaked the door of his quarters open, head peeking out to see how busy the deck was. No one was in sight. Good. You backed off, ready to make a run for it. A metal arm slammed the door closed before you could do anything.

“Did I say you could go, kitten?” Kid asked, trapping you between him and the door.

You let out a small, surprised squeak.

You turned around to face him slowly. You looked at him through your lashes, meeting his amused gaze. He gave your body a once over, clearly checking you out in his shirt. His flesh hand found its way to your thigh, nails grazing your skin as he roamed upwards, pushing the fabric in his movement.

“Good morning, Captain,” You mumbled shyly, “I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so comfortable.” You rambled on, embarrassed.

A soft smile adorned his features. He leaned down catching your lips almost tenderly, lazily deepening the kiss. His fingers wandered against your body, knee finding its place in-between your legs, hands roughly palming your ass as he moved your bare cunt against his thigh.

You broke away, in need for air. “Kid,” you moaned.

He grinned, his kisses traveling to your neck. “I know it’s the wrong door,” he undid the first button of the shirt you were wearing. “But, If I remember properly,” he continued skillfully undoing button after button. “You have a fantasy involving me fucking you against a door.” The shirt opened, revealing your naked form. “What do you say, we make this one a reality too?”

Kid was fucking you senseless against the door when you heard someone knock against it. You tried to stifle your moans but that only made him redouble his efforts.

“The fuck you want,” Kid yelled between thrusts. “I’m. Fucking. Busy”

“Kid,” you heard Heat’s voice. “I lost the bet, so don’t get mad,” he pleaded. “But…” Through your moans, you heard Quincy say something along the lines of ‘go on, coward’. “Are we still setting sail today?” he asked.

Kid looked at you with a wicked grin. “Delay it for a few days,” he shouted between grunts. “I’ll be busy for a while.”

And he was busy for a while. When he finally let you go, it was with his fur coat draping your shoulders as you ran to your quarters, soft blush on your cheeks.

Fuck. You indeed looked magnificent in red.

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Bb!!!!! Ok! Hear me out!!!!! Bartolomeo fucking you like a whore then later learns you’re a strawhat!!!!!! 

-M✨

MILLIE!!!!! YOU KNOW I’M FUCKING UNHINGED ABOUT THIS MAN!!!! Ok but like YES!!!! Hear me out for a sec.

It’s purely transactional, you’re looking to get fucked and so is he.

He’s all teeth and tongue as he slams you to the door of the dingy hotel room you’re staying at. He so fucking big and the way his fingers tangle roughly in your hair, guiding your head however he wants as his tongue dominates yours is downright dizzying.

When he pulls away, it’s with that shit eating grin and you’re breathless and your knees feel weak. He harshly pulls your head back and you’d struggle a bit out of principle if only you weren’t already struggling to keep yourself upright already. His other hand travels to your jaw and his fingers dig in painfully, forcing it open.

“You like that, huh?” His eyes search yours, looking for confirmation. His smirk widens as sees it, the raw desire, the want in your gaze. He spits in your mouth, his hand moving from your jaw to your mouth, bitter pads of his fingers mixing his spit and yours, dangerously close to your throat.

“Just like a fucking whore,” he chuckles, fingers so far he’s making you gag. And you can feel yourself dripping at the degradation, at the satisfaction in his gaze.

He unceremoniously chucks you on the bed. Doesn’t even bother pulling down your underwear, just pulls your skirt up and slides the drenched fabric to the side before his tongue meets your heat without warning. Goes right down to business. The metal of his tongue piercing against your clit makes you see stars and he brings you so near the edge. He’s uncaring in the force of his fingers digging in your flesh, inevitably leaving bruises behind.

He stops as you feel yourself teetering, almost there. And as you open your mouth to protest, he sneers down at you and harshly pulls your panties off, stuffing them in your mouth. The taste of your arousal strong on your tongue.

Before you can react he flips you over, trapping your thighs between his. You try to scramble up but you feel his grip in your hair as he pushes you back down. The sound of of him undoing his belt is loud in the silence of the room.

He slides in easily, his teeth sinking in your shoulder. One of his hands finds your clit, balancing the fine line between pain and pleasure as he draws out blood.

When Bartolomeo finally starts fucking you, he fucks you rough. The hand he has in you hair pushes your face ruthlessly into the musty sheets of the motel as he pounds mercilessly into you. The squelching sound is obscene and the bed creaks and slams loudly against the wall with each of his thrusts.

Your drool seeps past the thin fabric of your ruined underwear mixing with tears and snot into the rough weave of the covers and your fingers claw desperately, catching into snapping threads. Your muffled moans are desperate, stuck at the back of your throat, coming out closer to sobs as you struggle for breath. Each time his teeth sinks into your flesh a sharp cry escapes you and his attention to your clit intensifies.

You’d already been so close just with his tongue and between the ecstasy of his fingers and the ruthlessness of his cock, he brings you over the edge repeatedly, your cunt twitching around him.

When he’s over with you, his seed hot against your back and your thighs, he simply slaps your ass one last time and leaves without uttering a word.

So when Bartolomeo sees you in that house on top of the hill, chatting and laughing along with your crew, bite marks and bruises still fresh on your skin, he can’t fucking believe it. And when his beloved Luffy-senpai introduces you as a member of the crew he can feel the blood draining from his face and he can’t help but reconsider his decisions of the past night.

FUCK I really should make this a full fic… adds it to the WIP list

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✅ When they get jealous by @vampiric-tempt Zoro, Crocodile, Law/GN!Reader

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🔞Confronts you after a spicy dream by @wispitty Crocodile, Mihawk, Shanks, Law, Marco, Ace, Corazon/F!Reader

✅ I'm Your Husband by @inseobts Zoro, Sanji, Law, Shanks, Ace/F!Reader

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private party ♡

➤ summary: It's too goddamn hot out, so Doflamingo surrenders his strength to join you in the pool. (18+)

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.5k

➤ warnings: dom!doffy, pool sex, belly bulge, exhibitionism, getting caught, degradation, established relationship (kinda), fem reader

➤ notes: i am so normal about the doffy pool scene where baby 5 is introduced. i barely ever think about it i swear.... also this is my softest doffy fic and he's still SO unhinged >:3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Dressrosa’s famously perfect weather had been overtaken by a mid-summer heat wave, and today was brutal. The sweltering sun turned the air hazy with heat. Not a single cloud stained the bright blue sky to provide shade from its burning rays. Staying outside for more than ten minutes was a daunting task. Nearly every member of the Donquixote Family was staying cool inside the spacious castle with its doors closed and curtains drawn.

Fortunately, the palace courtyard was an oasis.

An oversized pink flamingo float bounced against the side of the oval-shaped pool as you swam laps straight down the middle, keeping most of your body underwater. The scent of sunscreen and chlorine filled the air. Your lover (for lack of a better word) reclined on a padded couch, sipping a yellowish-pink tropical cocktail decorated with a paper parasol. His signature pink coat had obviously been discarded, but so had every item of clothing besides a tiny pair of shorts. Tan lines had no place on his godly figure.

The king of Dressrosa unashamedly admired you as he sunbathed. Even behind his sunglasses, you felt his lusty gaze trained on the way your body moved – and your skimpy little crimson bikini. You intentionally put on a show for him, arching your back as you dove underwater and making sure your tiny bottoms were pulled a bit too tight against your ass. 

Both of you were completely alone. Doflamingo had even sent away the servants who periodically refilled his drink and brought out poolside snacks. You weren’t entirely sure why he chose to keep the pool after he became king – the only ones who really used it were you and the women who hung around Señor Pink. The Family’s Devil Fruit users safely stayed dry on the surrounding lounge chairs, and Dellinger hated chlorine. Doflamingo did love his pool parties, though.

Getting lonely and bored, you swam to the edge of the pool, emerging near Doflamingo’s feet and wiping water out of your eyes. The blonde placed your own drink on the ground in front of you. 

“You jealous?” You grinned cheekily, sipping the chilled liquid through a neon pink straw. “It must suck to not be able to swim, especially on a day like today. The water is soooo refreshing.”

Doflamingo chuckled at your boldness. “I’ll live.”

“I’ve never even seen you go in.” He was certainly good at keeping you company while you swam, though, and his flamingo float was ideal for cuddling (and less appropriate activities). “You won’t drown in a few feet of water.”

“Water takes away my powers, baby.”

“Boooo.” You splashed a small wave onto his hairy legs. “You can be without your strings for five minutes. Get in here.”

If anyone else did that to him, he would’ve forced them on their knees and made them beg for mercy. Luckily, he found your bratty playfulness more amusing than irritating. Certainly better than an overly passive, demure lover. And the pool did look nice, beautifully shimmering under the relentless sun. It was even more tempting now that cool droplets of water ran down his calves.  

To your surprise, your lover sighed exaggeratedly but actually stood from the couch, stripping down to his underwear and revealing his half-hard clothed bulge. As you excitedly went to grab a blow-up beach ball on the other side of the pool, you could’ve sworn you felt something tugging at the strap tying the bikini around your neck.

Doflamingo kept a cautious hand on the railing as he strolled down the pool steps, hissing in relief at the cold water. Strength be damned, this felt incredible. He kneeled down and reclined backwards to submerge his enormous body, though he kept his head above water, and soaked off the undignified layer of sticky sweat coating his skin. Thank fuck his throne birthright wasn’t on some desolate winter island. 

You trotted back over to him while tossing the ball in your hands. “Doffy, I think my top is coming undone. Can you fix it?” 

Innocently turning your back to him and holding your hair away from your neck. He grabbed the thin red strings pitifully slipping out of their knot, but instead of tying them, the blonde let them fall past your shoulders. Before you could react, his big hands forced their way under your bikini cups to openly grope your tits. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, pet?” He giggled maniacally as he tugged at your nipples. Being on his knees evened out your height difference a bit, so he curled his giant body over yours, his hard abs pressed flush against your back. Kneading your breasts with no gentleness, squeezing them like stress balls. “Getting all wet for me? Teasing me with this pathetic excuse for a bathing suit?”

You bit your lip – he wasn’t wrong, but you did want to play volleyball with him first. The ball fell from your hands and sadly floated away. 

Doflamingo pulled off your top and carelessly tossed it aside. “This tiny thing leaves nothing to the imagination, it’s fucking disgusting. I want you to wear it every day.” He pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder then bit down as he harshly twisted your peaked nipples. “But just for me.”

“P-Please, Doffy…” You wiggled your hips, squirming against him.

“Needy slut.” Laughing giddily, he licked across your teeth then plunged the wet muscle into your mouth. Pineapple juice and expensive white rum lingered on his tongue. One hand cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as the other trailed down your tummy underwater, slipping under the waistband of your bottoms. 

Doflamingo teasingly caressed your mound then harshly pinched your clit, then tugged at the sensitive nub. “That’s for splashing me earlier.”

“Shit, I’ll splash you again,” you chuckled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You’re such a damn masochist, making me get creative with my punishments.” You nearly folded in half when his long fingers ran through your slit, but his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright. His free hand went back to caressing your tits. The blonde giggled in delight when he felt the slick between your legs – you were so responsive, so easy. “This doesn’t feel like pool water. You’re all worked up from a little kiss?”

“You’re all worked up from watching me swim, pervert.” Grinding your ass against his massive bulge to emphasize your point.

The blonde slapped your tit and you jerked against his tight hold. “It’s a good thing your bratty mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, since you’re starting to piss me off.”

Maybe your alcohol-induced cheekiness had reached its limit. Doflamingo’s infatuation with you made him no less terrifying. 

He wasn’t in the mood for long and drawn-out foreplay, though he normally adored seeing you break and beg for his cock with tears in your eyes. But your tiny cunt couldn’t even take his tip without loosening it up first. Being blessed with a perfect body, godlike height, and a monster cock was such a curse.

Resting his chin in the crook of your neck, the blonde observed the way his nimble fingers expertly moved inside you. His string abilities were gone but he still worked his puppeteering magic inside you, scissoring your wet walls apart and prodding at your sensitive spot. The adorably wanton whines falling from your lips made his dick twitch. 

Once he decided you were ready, he easily flipped you around to face him and sat down on the pool steps with you in his lap. Doflamingo freed his heavy cock, letting it spring up and bounce against his abdomen underwater. Instead of taking off your bikini bottoms, he simply pushed them to the side to expose your cunt.

“I’ve never fucked in a pool before,” the blonde chuckled, grabbing underneath your thighs and easily manhandling you into position. Even with his strength drained away, he was still much stronger than the average person – those sculpted muscles weren’t just for show. “You better feel grateful, darling. I hardly have any ‘first time’s left.”

The thick tip of his cock forced its way inside, then a harsh thrust made your eyes roll back into your head. Water resistance made the movement less intense than he intended, but several inches of his massive length were snugly inside your pussy. He continued pulling you down until a pretty bulge protruded from your stomach, though he still wasn’t fully sheathed in you. Doflamingo sighed in relief and reclined back on his forearms, submerged in the turquoise water up to his pecs. “Go on, please your king.”

You braced your palms right above his flashy gold nipple piercings, found your footing, then started riding his dick at a slow pace, feeling every vein and ridge drag against your inner walls. The water rippled and lightly splashed around you with every movement. 

Doflamingo traced the outline of your lips, and you batted your eyelashes coquettishly as you sucked his finger into your mouth. Definitely a mistake – you pulled away with a scrunched up face and tried to spit out the overpowering taste of chlorine. He cackled and shoved two digits all the way down your throat, twisting them around to hear you gag. 

The king was in paradise. Summer sun beating down on his face, cool water coating his tanned skin, and his favorite toy bouncing on his cock. He was getting bored with the slow grinding of your hips against his pelvis, but he was too relaxed to do anything about it. Getting out of the pool and back into the unbearable heat was the last thing on his mind. 

Doflamingo grabbed the meat of your ass to abruptly take over control of your movements. He bobbed you up and down, admiring the way your tits jiggled before leaning forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, gripping tighter when he abused your tits even more.

He rubbed the outline of his cock in your stomach then pressed down on it. You bit back a debauched moan. An angry vein popped in his forehead before he grabbed your cheeks and squeezed meanly. “Don’t hide your cute noises from me.”

“S-sorry – mmmh!” You choked on your own spit when he suddenly slammed balls deep into you, his gigantic cock molding your insides to take him perfectly. 

The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the courtyard. You froze and anxiously sought out the source. Diamante emerged into the sunlight, his red eye makeup smudged by sweat and using his hand to fan himself. You leaned forward against Doflamingo to cover your breasts, not wanting to ignite his possessive nature, but made no other move. The blonde didn’t even flinch.

Diamante squinted in confusion. Sun-sparkled water blurred and distorted your lower halves, but what you were doing was incredibly obvious. “Doffy, why the hell are you in the pool?”

His boss was buried in your guts and that was what he was concerned about? 

Doflamingo grinned. “The water actually feels great. You should try it – oh, but not now. I’m a little busy.” The blonde jerked his hips harshly up into you, making you keen. Pink sunglass lenses stayed trained on his friend in an almost challenging way. “What do you want?”

The elite officer just huffed, making you believe that this probably wasn’t the first time he saw Doflamingo like this. An odd pang of jealousy struck you at the thought. He never caught you.

“It’s nothing serious, just find me when you’re done.” He snickered as he stepped back inside, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll keep Dellinger and Sugar away from here. Have fun.”

When the door slammed shut, Doflamingo pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, “I felt your pussy get tighter when he looked at us. You filthy whore. You like being watched? Or do you like being owned by me?” He sounded ecstatic. “I’ll fuck you on camera and broadcast it to the entire country if that makes you happy.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “That’s t-terrible.”

“No, it’s a fucking good idea. Then everyone’ll know who the prettiest girl in Dressrosa belongs to.” His surprisingly sweet comment was punctuated by his hips bucking into you, shoving the head of his cock insistently against your cervix. 

Doflamingo flexed his thighs and began using you like a fleshlight, setting a fast and rough pace while letting out incredibly erotic groans. His tanned skin looked irresistible, so you leaned forward to mouth along his thick neck and then kiss him passionately. Doflamingo eagerly reciprocated, rewarding you by pressing his thumb against your clit to rub circles against it. 

“My perfect little toy,” he panted between kisses, a long string of saliva hanging off the tip of his lengthy tongue. “Such a good girl, so eager to serve me. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

Something about the intense heat or the negative effects of water seemed to bring out his more romantic side – though there was nothing romantic about the way his dick bullied its way inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling your cunt throb around him. 

“Doffy, ‘m so close, p-please let me…” 

Beautiful eyes peeked out from under his sunglasses – lust-blown, predatory, and crazed. “Cum for me, pet.”

Lips slammed against yours as the building pressure inside you exploded. Your cunt gushed and soaked his cock in your juices, stars flashing behind your eyes. Doflamingo obsessively swallowed your moans, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He rutted his hips like a feral dog before he felt his balls tighten. Thick ropes of cum sprayed deep inside your walls and filled you to the brim. Through hazy eyes, you noticed how divine he looked at his peak – damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead and sun reflecting off water droplets coating his skin. Head thrown back in bliss, plush lips parted and letting out a heavenly, whorish moan.

Breathless and giddy laughter snapped you out of your trance. “Whatcha looking at, baby?” His cock was softening, but you felt it twitch from narcissistic delight.

You shook your head to clear your mind, dipped your hands in the pool, then ran your damp fingers through his hair. He instantly relaxed into your touch, sighing contentedly. “I told you it’s refreshing.” 

“And you were fucking right. Maybe I should use the pool more – it’s not like anyone is stupid enough to attack me in my own palace.” Strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed you tightly against him. Doflamingo hummed happily, then released you and nodded towards the couch. A grin never left his face and his shaded eyes never left yours. “Be nice and grab our drinks, then get right back here. Our private pool party isn’t over.”

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Oh no, it's Ghostface! HANMA S.

Synopsis: When you ask your boyfriend what he wants for his birthday, he tells you that it's a secret. How is it his birthday but you're the one getting surprised? You don't question his intentions and proceed with your day at work. Little did you know the kind of tricks Hanma had up his sleeve.

word count: 3,7k

pairing: hanma x fem! reader

content warning: dark content, slightly cnc (read at your own risk), slight breath play, gvn k!nk, fear play, rough oral sex (m! receiving), lots of drool, a bit of mindbreak?

The sound of heels clicking on the floor fills the hallway as you approach your apartment door. It had been a long, exhausting day, yet a smile still manages to find its way onto your face as you remember the date. October has never been your favorite month, you can’t exactly pinpoint the reason why but you’re always filled with sadness as the colder season approaches. 

Probably seasonal depression, who knows?

Inserting the key, you push the door open nothing but darkness greets you. It’s rare for the apartment to be engulfed in such suffocating gloom, especially knowing that your boyfriend preferred a dimly lit space. Still, you brush it off, proceeding to remove your knee high boots and place them on the shoe rack.

“Shuji?” you call out for your boyfriend, eyes trying to make out any details but it’s difficult. So you reach for the switch and flip it. Still nothing.

Did the power go out? 

It’s a pretty expensive apartment complex, you highly doubt that the power goes out and Hanma does nothing about it. So you try again, and again and–still nothing but darkness. 

“Shuuu,” you drag the first syllable of his name on your tongue, grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight. Since it was his birthday, you had half expected him to stay home, but then again he was Kisaki’s right hand and it wasn’t rare for him to receive phone calls from the shorter man asking him to take care of something for him.

However, your body feels a little tense. Your shared apartment with your boyfriend was rather spacious, and there were many spots you disliked walking by during the night because of how hidden they were. You proceed down the hallway with your phone’s flashlight illuminating the path in front of you, sighing deeply when you notice that all of the rooms’ doors were closed and none of the curtains had been opened all day. 

You’re about to point your flashlight towards your bedroom door when you hear something to your left and freeze.

No way. There was no way for it to be Hanma. His shoes were gone, so were his car keys–but this area had a lot of security and no one would be able to walk in unless they had special access to the main lobby. There were no signs of forced entry and every single window was closed–your brain is running a thousand miles a second, and you’re too busy trying to make sense of the noise that you had just heard to react fast. Before you could point your flashlight properly towards that one corner, you swipe your thumb across your screen and click on ‘contacts’.

Suddenly, you’re pinned to the wall with such force that it knocks the wind out of your chest and a gloved hand covers your mouth in an attempt to muffle the scream that rips out of you. You’re dizzy–you’re breathing fast and trying to make sense of what’s happening around you. With teary eyes, you look up and your heart drops in your stomach. A shiny, terrifying ghostface mask is right in front of you and whoever’s wearing it is breathing hard. They notice your trembling lip, the tears coating your lash line and tilt their head to the side. 

Trembling, you think they haven’t noticed the phone in your hand despite the flashlight being the only source of light. Your thumb messily swipes across the screen and finds Shuji’s contact at the top of the list. Press call. 

The sound of a familiar ring tone fills the apartment, your eyebrows furrow in both confusion and fear. Was he here? Maybe he was hurt and needed your help and–

But the longer the phone rang, the deeper it sank that the sound was way close to you. Way too close. 

Your breath hitches as you watch the tall masked man reach into his left pocket. A gloved hand grabs the familiar phone and your name appears on the screen. Before picking up the phone, he pushes your hand up until you’re forced to press the device to your ear and you watch as he mirrors your actions.

“So, you got a boyfriend?” The unmistakable, chilling voice sends shivers down your spine. You recognize the unsettling calmness to it and all your body can do is melt against the wall as your knees buckle. But the tall man isn’t having any of it, and he pins you even harder against the wall. His gloved hand goes from your mouth down to your neck, and the grip is all too familiar that you can’t help but let out a strangled moan. 

Despite the fear gripping your bones, you part your quivering lips to reply.

“Why… Do you want to ask me out on a date?” Your voice comes out small and unsteady, and you sniffle, desperately blinking back tears. A low chuckle escapes the man’s lips as he feels your harsh swallow beneath the grip of his hand.

“Maybe… Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Before you could even manage a reply, you feel him push his knee between your thighs and a loud gasp escapes your lips. “I–”

“Do you?” The emphasis in his voice combined with his knee rubbing against your clothed pussy leaves you breathless. You can’t give a proper reply, not with your head tipped back in pleasure and your hips bucking up when he grazes your aching clit. Sensing that you were enjoying yourself, your boyfriend pulls away his knee and you’re immediately whining at the loss. 

“Shuji–” you can’t see his face or what kind of expression is behind the mask, but you would hope that your desperation moves something in him. However, you forget that your boyfriend is a ruthless criminal, someone with years of expertise in physical and psychological torture. And he makes sure to put it to good use. 

A pained moan escapes you when you’re being roughly pushed off the wall, only for your chest and cheek to get pinned to the cold, hard surface. Your phone falls to the ground and Hanma grabs both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back. You feel powerless as he pushes up the brown leather skirt you were wearing, hissing when he sees that you were wearing the smallest pair of underwear beneath. 

“Did ya prepare for this, doll? Knew I was gonna fuck ya senseless the moment you walked in–” he momentarily breaks character, forgetting the role he’s supposed to be playing and you feel your heart and pussy swell. Being able to distract a man like Hanma was something you took pride in. You instinctively push back against him, brushing your ass against his crotch and hear yet another loud hiss from the man.

“Fucking slut.” The plastic part of the mask feels chilling and unsettlingly hard against your ear as filth spews out of his mouth. Muffled and low, the sound of his voice alone is enough to have your mind reeling at all the things he will say.

“Answer me.” You don’t expect something hard to press against your clothed pussy so soon, your jaw drops at the cold feeling as you struggle to get away from it.

“Shuji!” you cry out for the man, but to no avail.

“Shuji,” he says in a mocking tone, pressing the item harder against your pussy as he grabs your wrists in place. “How fucking pathetic, you’ve already gone dumb just from something rubbing against your pussy?” His voice drips with dark amusement. Hanma knows how to have fun with you, sex with him is never boring simply because the way that his brain works was fascinating–but you had always wondered if you could get a glimpse of a darker side of him. 

However, up until today, he always rejected the idea. Primarily due to the fact that you were his girlfriend, someone whom he cherished with all of his cold and sheltered heart and a person whom he liked to keep away from his business. To the world, he is Hanma–a ruthless killer with a criminal background that could paralyze anyone with fear but to you, he was Shuji. Your sweet, loving boyfriend. 

Your loving boyfriend who always fucked you when he came back from a mission with blood painting his face, your sweet and doting boyfriend who let you ride his face because you found him so hot when there were a few cuts and bruises there. You suggest that he integrates his dangerous side during sex and he refuses, but the idea lingers at the forefront of his mind the longer he remembers the pout sitting on your lips and how eager you seemed with everything. 

So, the first step was to buy a ghostface mask. 

And the second was to fuck you while he wears it. 

“Yes,” you answer, barely catching your breath. “I-I prepared.”

“Oh yeah?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You wanted me to fuck you?”

“It’s y-your birthday,” your breath hitches when the cold material presses harder against your clit, and Hanma watches as you subconsciously move back and forth against it with a wide grin. 

“Fucking hell, look at you. Do you know what you’re fucking yourself on, slut?”

You whimper, a sign of confusion and Hanma offers an amused chuckle before pressing the mask against your ear.

“My gun.” 

He sees your eyes widening and laughs loudly when you don’t pull away or flinch. Instead, you move your hips back and forth–slow and sloppy, face burning with shame. This had been a fantasy of yours–you’re starting to believe that Hanma has wanted to do this just as much as you did. 

“Didn’t know you wanted it this bad,” he’s obviously caught off guard by how needy you are, but it doesn’t stop him from pressing harder and nudging your clit in ways that have your eyes roll to the back of your head. He watches as shame leaves your body and it’s replaced by pure lust as you chase your high. You’re panting, eyes screwed shut and lips parted to let out the sweetest moans. 

“Yeah just like that–” you can feel his hard on pressing against your backside, but you’re far too distracted to care. “Use my gun to get off. Good girl–my pretty slut.” 

Pleasure courses through your veins like hot lava, it blinds you momentarily and shuts down your brain as you desperately chase your orgasm. You’re certain that the sentences you were blabbering made no sense, you could hear Hanma speaking to you and could make out that he was mocking you by saying “Oh yeah?” “Oh baby, poor you.” but none of it mattered when you were so close to your release. Your thighs tremble, your voice a pitch higher and there’s drool dripping down the side of your mouth. The knot in your stomach feels hot and tightens with each desperate grind against the gun. You’re about to cum, you’re so fucking close–

A pained cry leaves your lips when Hanma pulls the gun away, heartless and cold. 

“Why?! Why–” you sob before flinching when he lets go of your wrists to spank you harshly.

“Are you fucking questioning me?” He grips your hair harshly, pulling your head back and craning your neck at an uncomfortable angle. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum.”

“But–but Shuji–” still gripping your hair, Hanma pushes you down until you’re on your knees and you instinctively turn around until you’re eye level with his crotch. Eager and blinded with lust, your hands reach for his belt and start to unbuckle it but Hanma grips your hair tighter and you gasp at the pain.

“Didn’t say you could touch it yet, did I?” Now that you were on your knees for him, Hanma could confidently say that this was the hottest sight ever. Your makeup was smudged, mascara running down your cheeks and your eyes were blown out with lust. He should’ve done it sooner. 

“Please,” you lean forward, chin resting on his hard on and your hands rest on his ass. “Please,” you drag your nose against the fabric of his pants, before pressing a gentle kiss to his clothed dick. “I can make you feel good, Mr. Ghostface.”

Hanma lets out a muffled “fuck,” before pushing your face against his dick and you take it as a sign to get to work. You make quick work of his belt and pants before pulling down his boxers and watch as his cock springs free. You don’t waste a single second before wrapping your hand around the shaft, gripping it enough to have the man’s breath hitching. His cock was a work of art, and you always found yourself enjoying oral sex with Hanma mainly because you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth. So you kiss the balls, dragging your tongue along the shaft and don’t give the man a warning before letting your mouth engulf the tip. It’s a small move, but it makes the masked man grip your hair tightly and the silence is now replaced by the much anticipated dirty talk. 

“Fuck, do I love when you use your mouth like that,” he sounds so fucked out, drowning in pleasure that you can’t help but let out a moan yourself. The vibrations send shivers down Shuji’s spine and he is quick to remind you to take the whole thing.

“Suck.” Within a few moments, there is spit and drool everywhere. Your hand strokes the parts you can’t reach, and you pull away to spit on the tip whenever you can before bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Hanma, however, is still not satisfied. 

“You’re gonna take the whole thing.” Your eyes widen at his statement, and you pull away to complain. 

“But Shuji–” your heart stops when you feel something cold press against your forehead. 

“Come on, doll.” You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and through teary lashes. “Don’t look away.” 

Your hands tremble as they settle on his thighs for support and you’re glad he doesn’t ask you to put them behind your back. Inhaling deeply, you look up at the man as you start to swallow his dick–inch after inch, the deeper he goes, the harder it is to keep your eyes open or stop yourself from gagging. And when you do and try to pull away, Hanma pushes the gun against your forehead. Finally, you manage to fit all of him down your throat and you’re proud to hear the muffled groan that leaves Hanma’s lips. You could’ve sworn that you saw his knees buckle as well, but you can’t afford to focus on anything else with his cock down your throat.

“Good fucking girl, oh fuuuuck,” he lets out a laugh when you pull away to breathe, coughing and trying to catch your breath before grabbing his cock again. “Oh yeah, someone’s desp–fuck, desperate.” you hum in response, taking him down your throat before repeating the same movement over and over again. Until Hanma’s hips buck into your face and he presses your nose against his pubic hair. You cough and gag, drool spilling down your jaw. You’re smacking his thigh, reminding him that you needed air but to no avail. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear dark dots are starting to form. You were going to pass out, you can’t breathe–

It’s not until your fingers aren’t digging into the skin of his thighs that Hanma lets go of you. He watches as you fall to the ground, a hand to your chest as you try to catch your breath and messily wipe the drool on your chin. 

“Up.” He speaks, and your body responds to his command as if it were second nature. You feel dizzy, and the longer Shuji wears the mask, the more difficult it is to remember who’s behind the mask. A gloved hand grabs your jaw, pulling you close until the lips of the mask are brushing against your own. 

“Tell me,” he says lowly, his other hand traveling down to grab your ass. “How much do you want me to fuck you?” 

“So-so much,” you admit, broken. You can no longer think straight or try to mask the lust. Your body craves Hanma like the moon needs the stars, you’ve never been teased like this–so heartlessly, without being able to look into his golden eyes for comfort and a way to ground yourself. There was no reminder that it was your boyfriend, the one who gives you the softest smiles and whose eyes meet yours when you’re about to cum. Behind this mask was a different man, and you were starting to lose your grip on reality. 

The gloved hand goes from your jaw to your cheek, and you let out a small noise when you feel him wiping something. 

Tears. 

Hanma is well aware of his sick and twisted desires, but watching you cry is on another level. It makes his cock twitch and his heart beats loudly against his ribcage.

“Beg me.” 

“Please.” You ask, desperately. 

“Again.” 

“Please fuck me–please, Shuj–please.” You start to blabber, lips quivering and fat tears streaming down your face. Hanma finally breaks. 

You’re caught off guard as he throws you over his shoulder, letting out a startled squeak when he forcefully pushes the door open to your shared bedroom. He doesn’t give you time to get used to your surroundings as throws you on the bed before grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you down to the edge of the bed. It’s still dark in the apartment, and Hanma doesn’t have enough time to turn the power back on, so he reaches for the curtains and pulls them open so that the only source of light was the street lamp outside. 

He approaches the bed again, hurried and impatient to fuck you stupid. Before he can reach for your panties, your hand goes to his ghostface mask and he doesn’t have it in him to stop you from taking it off of him. 

Finally, you can see his face. He was all sweaty, flushed cheeks and a few hair strands sticking to his forehead not to mention–his pupils were blown out with lust. This was your Shuji, your boyfriend–the ghostface mask was hot, but you preferred this side of your boyfriend. You waste no time to bring him closer to you, crashing your lips against his in a messy, tongues dancing and spit swapping kiss. It’s anything but romantic, your bodies consumed with an animalistic kind of lust for one another. Instead of taking off your panties, Hanma rips them off of your body and muffles your complaining noises with his lips once again.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” Is all he says before pushing your knees open. Your pussy is glistening with arousal, all puffy and swollen from not being touched enough and Hanma leans down to spit on it and give your clit a wet kiss.

“Fuck–” your close your eyes at the feeling, suddenly growing aware of all of the layers on your body that needed to come off. But you didn’t have time for that, and neither did Hanma. So, he pushes up your turtleneck shirt and watches as your boobs spill out. Holding the fabric, your boyfriend proceeds to push your knees to your chest line up the tip of his cock with your entrance.

He lets himself in, slowly and taking in the way your jaw goes slack and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. You had been craving this, you were practically begging for his cock and watching you unravel just from him pressing inside made it nearly impossible for Hanma to hold back.

“Come here,” he leans down to kiss your lips, sloppy and wet as he starts to move his hips. His cock slides in and out of your tight pussy, leaving creamy rings at the base that has Hanma cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, your head is thrown back and you don’t seem to notice or feel anything but the way that his cock felt against your warm walls. 

“Thought of giving me the best birthday gift–fuck, you are my birthday gift,” the tall man starts to blabber, clearly lost in the pleasure and in the feeling of your tight pussy. “This pussy is the best gift I could’ve asked for–” he bites down on your bottom lip, finally getting you to whine in response. Your hands grip his shoulders when he starts to pick up his pace, eyes widening when his tip starts to press against that one spot.

“Yes right there–oh fuck, right there!”

“I got you.” your legs are thrown over his shoulder and a hand wraps around your neck as he maintains his pace, hips remaining in the same angle that has you seeing stars. It’s not until you’re cumming around his cock, crying and shaking, that Hanma can finally lose himself and fuck you hard. He fucks you until you’re crying for him to slow down, watching as the creamy ring that forms at the base is smeared all over his pubic hair and your hand is pushing at his stomach.

“I can’t–I can’t–”

“Take it,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking pussy is milking me dry–holy shit.” he curses as he buries his face in your neck, feeling you squeeze around him as you orgasm again. The feeling of your tight pussy along with your nails digging into his back has the man shooting his cum inside after a couple of strokes.

You both lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and party because Hanma knows you need this skin on skin moment. This wasn’t a moment where he could wipe you down, kiss you goodnight and go to sleep–he needed to be present.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“Hold me,” hearing the desperation in your voice, Hanma lowers your legs and brings you closer to him. He kisses your cheeks, forehead and then your nose. There are tears in your eyes still, but the eye contact with him helps ground you. The love and warmth in them remind you that it’s him, your boyfriend and not Ghostface who had fucked your face senseless. 

“Happy birthday, Shu,” you say as you grab his face and the tall man can’t help but chuckle.

“Happy birthday to me.”

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Out of control

trafalgar law x reader

contents: just law being the biggest tease, suggestive, but no smut, established relationship, everything that happens in consentual

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, law feels up reader, a lot of teasing from law in general - reader is technically gender neutral (ie. no use of pronouns), but has a vagina

a/n: this was originally supposed to be more of a headcanons type of thing, but i kind of suck at writing those, so i've been fighting with it in my drafts for a week before deciding to just make it a one shot. Except it's not a one shot, and i was so focused on the build up that i didn't even get to the actual smut so... part 2 hopefully soon? Dividers made by me. Happy reading, and enjoy <3

word count: 1.761

The steady hum of the Polar Tang’s engine accompanies you as you make your way down one of the ship’s corridors. The sound being only punctuated by your soft steps echoing along the walls. You love the sound, even though it’s very monotone. There’s something calming about it that gives the metal submarine a very welcoming vibe. Once you get over the initial feeling of claustrophobia, that is. You remember the sensation of being trapped when you had first stepped foot onto the ship, hating that the icy, crushing ocean was just beyond those walls, enclosing you from all sides.

But the tough adjustment period was well worth it, as you soon discovered. You had never in your life slept as soundly and deeply as you did on the submarine, the faint drone of the ship lulling you to sleep every night. Together with the fact that you never wake up from harsh sunlight streaming through the windows, it creates the perfect environment to rest.

Plus, sharing a comfy bed with your boyfriend doesn’t hurt either, you think as you round the corner to his office.

“Hey Law, I was supposed to give you these earlier, I only just remembered.” Walking into the room, you don’t look up from the bundle of papers in your hands at first, his silence not out of the ordinary. What you had found intimidating at first, you now chalk up to a certain amount of social awkwardness.

But when you meet his eyes, you’re taken aback by the look on his face. You know that look. He has that ever so subtle smirk and dangerous glint in his eyes, making him seem like he’s about to pounce on you. Or maybe it’s just the lack of his usual scowl. Either way, it automatically makes the space between your legs burn hot in a way you’ve come to associate only with him.

Law’s hat is on the table, leaving his messy hair on full display, and it looks ruffled in that endearing way you like. His casual black shirt brings out his hair colour even more, and the neckline is just low enough to show his collar bones and the top of his chest tattoo. The sleeves, which are rolled up to his elbows, give you a perfect view of his toned forearms. And your eyes can’t help tracing the markings adorning them all the way down to his hands.

“E- everything ok?” You try to sound casual, like you haven’t noticed anything, giving him a light, innocent smile. But you already know the odds are not in your favour. You don’t stand a chance, already struggling not to ogle him too plainly.

“Everything’s ok.” He simply answers, the way his eyes narrow a little telling you he’s onto you. But he doesn’t address it, loving to toy with you. “Are those the inventory lists? It’s about time we plan out next restock, I assume.”

“Ehm- yes! We’ve already assessed our current food reserve and made a general list for things to stock up on. Of course, we always end up adding things last minute, so it’s not the final one.” You ramble on, blinking a little to clear your head and force yourself to look away from your boyfriend’s hands. Your gaze instead meets his, which you immediately regret. He’s wearing his reading glasses, and the way they frame his face paired with the darker skin around his eyes makes your knees a little weak. He has that smart, authoritative air around him, and you’re a little ashamed of how much you like it.

He obviously notices that, too, having taken note long ago of the way your eyes always stray to his hands when he gets you riled up. But still, he won’t break the tension, enjoying the uncertain look on your face. He loves making you nervous. Forcing you to lose your composure.

“Ok.” And after a short pause, “You can leave them on my desk.” As you had made no sign of stepping closer.

“Oh, yes of course.” Only now remembering you had stopped in your tracks a few steps from where he is sitting. You walk up to stand next to him, trying to find a good spot to place the papers without disorganizing all the stuff already cluttering up the space.

Law doesn’t let a lot of people touch his workspace. He doesn’t trust that others won’t disturb the carefully organised mess that only he can perfectly navigate. But he doesn’t help you clear a spot like he usually would. In fact, he’s not even looking at his desk, his eyes still fixed on you with that sly expression on his face.

You don’t notice at first, thankful to focus your hands and mind on something other than the way Law is affecting them. However, your relief is short-lived when you feel his hand gently snake around the back of your thigh, just above your knee. You try to ignore it, but your breath hitches when he keeps moving it, slowly running it further up the inside of your leg.

“Uhm, Law?” You can’t hold back the shakiness in your voice now, knowing he must be reeling in the way you so desperately try to cling to your composure.

“Hm?” Is all he says, voice sounding far too innocent for the situation, but his hand doesn’t stop.

“Uhm- I uhh.” You don’t dare glance at your boyfriend. “Where did you want them?”

“Just anywhere is fine, thank you.” His taunting is apparent only in the way his voice is way too casual for what he’s doing. He gives you a slight squeeze, hand almost at its destination between your legs.

“I’ll just put them wherever then.” You try to quickly end the exchange and leave, but before you can even place down the papers, Law’s hand reaches its target. The bump of his thumb pressing against your entrance, while his index pushes up against your clit. It makes you give an involuntary flinch at the delicious prickling feeling running up your body, feeling goosebumps forming under your boiler suit.

Your head whips around to glare at him, but he holds your gaze, his teasing smirk now a little more pronounced. The way his deep grey eyes pierce you from over the rim of his glasses, paired with a taunting raise of his eyebrow instantly has you blushing. His hand stays where it is.

“Is something the matter?” He simply can’t stop. There’s a deep, dark part of him that relishes in the feeling he gets from putting you in a helpless position. And it’s not because he doesn’t like you, on the contrary. He loves you. You are his partner, his favourite person in the world, the only one he wants, now and forever. And that’s precisely why he needs to knock you off the pedestal he alone has placed you on.

Law is heavily traumatized. Since childhood, he has been a victim of unbearable circumstances out of his influence, completely alone, his survival hinging only on his ability to show no weakness. As a result, Law’s biggest fear is being at the mercy of others, feeling vulnerable. He started to develop cruel and violent tendencies to cope, desperate to no longer live in fear, to stop being prey. Thinking, in his reckless scramble for control, that becoming the hunter is the only option.

Obviously, Law has changed since then, no longer walking into the headquarters of renowned criminals with grenades strapped to his chest. He learned to plan ahead, becoming more strategic and less erratic in his approach. And he also learned that strength lies in numbers more than ruthlessness. But a small part of him will always stay a terrified child whose only tactic is to attack at the first sign of danger.

And you have an unfortunate way of triggering that side of him.

“Law, you know I have work to do.” You frown, trying to hide how much he’s getting to you. A part of you wishes he would simply take you here and now, but you know he won’t. You learned long ago that Law likes to play with his food before eating it.

“I know you do. Is there something preventing you from attending to your duties?” That bastard.

Though he doesn’t show it, Law is terrified of the way you make him feel, of the way he completely forgets himself when you’re around. A part of him craves touching you, wanting you in his arms all night, closely watching your face while you’re taking what he’s giving you. To love you, fully, and to be loved back in the same way. But he simply doesn't believe it could happen to him, so used to neglecting his emotional needs he doesn’t know how to ask for love, sometimes forgetting he even needs it.

So, he has learned to take it. The index finger still applying pressure on your clit starts to slowly move back and forth. You flinch again, a slight moan escaping you this time.

You know you can’t win this. Not while he’s already thrown you off guard. Not while his hand is between your legs like it’s the most normal thing in the world, while you’re struggling to regain your composure.

“Uhh, no, there isn’t.” You respond, glad your voice is somewhat normal at least, since your cheeks are burning. “Sorry, captain, I’ll return to work now.” It takes everything in you to turn around and leave. He was making you feel so needy, almost wanting to give in to his teasing just to have him touch you a little longer.

Law raises his eyebrows again, this time in mild surprise. You have never managed to walk away like this, usually letting him touch you a little longer until you needed more, quickly starting to beg when he refuses to go further and instead sends you back to work. He never thought you would show such self-restraint, forcing yourself to leave despite almost shaking from the effort. And he loves it.

Unbeknownst to you, you have now given Law a new objective: to see how far he can push you before you finally crack, throwing yourself at him, pleading with him to take you as if your life depends on it. Oh, this is going to be very fun.

“See you at dinner.” He teases, but you don’t respond, too focused on leaving with what little dignity you still have and already coming up with a plan to get your revenge.

Thx so much for reading! :D (This is my fic, don't repost! Reblogs are always appreciated <3)

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The Grand Line's Bounty List

Have to now split the Masterlist into multiple posts now because of the amount of links.

HEART PIRATES, KID PIRATES, WHITEBEARD PIRATES, BIG MOM PIRATES, DONQUIXOTE FAMILY

Law The Moment They Started Seeing You Differently Seeing You Differently Part Two An Angry Confession You Need Liquid Courage To Act Lazy Mornings With You Comforting Him On A Bad Day You Get Pregnant After A One Night Stand You Call Them A Term Of Endearment They Touch Your Cold Hands/Feet At Night They Hurt You While Controlled The Little Things They Love With You Confronting Your Feelings After Being Silently In Love Prompt: Accidental Kiss You're There To Ease His Pain They Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else You Say Their Name In Your Sleep The First Time They Hear You Sing Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? You Try To Hide Illness From Him When You Fall Unconscious When You Unexpectedly Appear In The Paper Prompt: "No! Don't Give Me Those Puppy-Dog Eyes!" Valentines Event: Single Red Rose Valentines Event: Cupid's Arrow When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Kid The First Time They Hear You Sing You Call Them A Term Of Endearment They Touch Your Cold Hands/Feet At Night The Moment They Started Seeing You Differently The Little Things They Love With You You're Shorter Than Him Their Favourite Moments To Kiss You The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else You're His Opposite Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? Prompt: Accidentally Saying 'I Love You' They Hurt You While Controlled Prompt: Desperate Kiss

Killer He Has A Crush On A Strawhat! Reader The Little Things They Love With You You Say Their Name In Your Sleep When You Fall Unconscious Valentines Event: True Loves Kiss

Ace Lazy Mornings With You You Call Them A Term Of Endearment You're Serious Until You See Something Cute They Hurt You While Controlled The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else They Finally See You Jealous The First Time They Hear You Sing The Crew Interfere To Get You Together Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? Prompt: Taking The Hit For Them Prompt: Secretly Dating w/Desperate Kiss Prompt: Fake Dating (Modern!Au) When You Fall Unconscious He Gets Turned Into A Younger Version Of Himself When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Marco You Call Them A Term Of Endearment Lazy Mornings With You They Finally See You Jealous The First Time They Hear You Sing When You Fall Unconscious

Katakuri The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else Valentines Event: Love Potion

Rosinante/Corazon They Catch You In Their Clothes Valentines Event: Love Potion

Doflamingo Immune To Your Charms, Ch.2, Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Ch.16 Valentines Event: True Love's Kiss When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Other Masterlists:

Strawhats

Red Hair Pirates, Cross Guild, Marines, Revolutionary Army

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okay so walk with me here

i cant believe it but im thinking about writing a fic where the redhaired pirates have a party with the whitebeard homies and uhhhhh orgy. just like a 100 people orgy in the middle of the ocean on the deck of the Red Force.

i was thinking mainly ace x reader with ace letting people have a turn with you (you're into it ofc). Specifically I'm imagining a reader that's totally in love with ace but has always secretly had the hots for shanks after meeting him a while back and this party being the perfect chance to let it out.

It just devolves into being passed around between Ace, Shanks, Izou, and a few others and UHHHH

God im going to hell but imagine Ace finally catching on to the hints Shanks has been throwing down and he ends up taking actual cock inside him- and so big for his first time too. Currently you're being fucked from behind by Izou, who's grip on your shoulder and cock in your pussy was the only thing that kept you upright.

You're face to face with your drooling, whimpering boyfriend, eyes squinting, going wide, then pinching shut because fuck he can't take it- how did you take Shanks' cock so easily moments before? Ace's cheeks were so dark and flushed it was hard to make out the freckles near his nose.

Ace scrambled for purchase on the rope, blubbering the entire time Izou leaving lipstick stains down your neck as his manicured nails dug into your thighs,

Just Ace and you fascinated at seeing the other in pleasure

bro i gotta stop smoking it makes me come up with shit that I nEED to turn into a fic one day

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Ties That Bind (2)

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

SFW

Summary: You have spent your entire life preparing to meet your soulmate. Even with the words inked on your skin, you could never have imagined how badly your other half would hurt you, nor how much you'd want him anyway. Content: GN!Reader, Angst, Soulmate AU, Imprisonment, Medieval AU, Yearning, Unwanted Soulmates, Eventual Happy Ending, Starvation, Isolation Word Count: 4.1k

You think it might have been a month. You have no way to tell other than the meals that are brought to your cell, and you know that those are inconsistent. You thought you had just truly lost track of time until one delivery was accompanied by apologies for the long wait and warning for an even longer one.

“Wartime rationing, you understand,” the soldier had said. And you do. A kingdom would never prioritize feeding its prisoners over its free people, let alone a prisoner of war. You’re at the bottom of every list, and your current bearings truly reflect that. You get a meager meal of rye bread and thick porridge semi-regularly, with some water to accompany it. Once, on a particularly good day, the porridge was replaced with a rabbit stew and the water with beer. It was one of the worst drinks you had ever tasted, but it almost made you feel full for once. On another occasion you were snuck a small bruised apple by one of the soldiers on watch. You don’t know what compelled him to do it, but the sweetness on your tongue almost made you weep.

The Commander’s visits have continued on a semi-regular basis. Not every day, but many of them. Enough that you wanted to ask him what the hell was keeping him off of the battlefield, how he had time to come mock a prisoner when there was a war to be won (or lost, hopefully). But you maintained your silence, and he kept coming. Never as kind or as warm as the first night, of course. Even the begrudging respect of the first day seems distant. He doesn’t speak much, lacking a conversation partner, but he loves to come and stare. You feel like you’re being stripped down to the bone, pulled apart and judged on a scale you couldn’t possibly begin to understand.

One visit makes things a little more clear. “They’re going to kill you if you don’t have anything useful to say, you know.” It’s almost cute, the concern on his face.

It quickly melts when you snort at the idea. So he wants you to talk? Give up your comrades to save your own skin? Ridiculous. If you were the kind of person to do that, they wouldn’t have promoted you. You wouldn’t have killed in the name of a kingdom that you had such little loyalty for.

“You don’t care if you die?” He sounds upset, which is even funnier than the thought that you would care. A month ago he wanted to kill you himself, and now that you’re content to let such a thing happen he’s displeased? Ridiculous. Maybe he’s just upset he won’t be able to do it himself, or that his work saving you will go to waste. Maybe he just doesn’t want to see a fellow soldier die in such a dishonorable way. Executions have never sat well with you either, after all. There’s not much glory to be found dying on the battlefield, but there’s none to be had dying on a stage.

You shake your head at him, shrugging once again. He scoffs at you, continuing. “It doesn’t even have to be particularly important. I’ll take anything.”

Oh, he really is invested in the puzzle you’ve become, isn’t he? You almost feel guilty, knowing he’s never going to solve it. Never going to figure out what pulls him to you, never going to understand why the sight of you behind bars pulls at him. Maybe you’ll haunt him the rest of his life anyway, despite your best efforts. You put your palms up, an attempt to calm him a bit. You tap your lips before you press your finger to them, indicating your lack of communication with him is going to be a permanent issue. He growls, and you can’t tell if it’s directed at you or just general frustration. He storms out, his boots pounding against the rough stone beneath him.

He’s back the next day, and the day after that, but he doesn’t ask you again.

He always makes a snarky comment or two, dripping with disdain, but he hardly goes beyond that. Maybe he feels it isn’t right to kick you while you're down, or maybe he feels a bit of guilt over the clear strain your injuries have brought. Today is the same as any other.

"Still keeping up the silent act?" His tone is neutral, but his eyes betray him. Every time he enters this room, he's a little more upset, a little more unsettled. He doesn't understand why he's so invested in you. You can see slight bags under his eyes; your attempts to spare him are making him lose sleep. You can't bring yourself to feel much sympathy. He has no idea the amount of pain you're saving him from.

You shake your head, giving him the same thin smile you’ve given him every time he’s come to see you. You can’t bring yourself to outright ignore him after the kindness he’s shown you, but you remain steadfast in your goal. You will die before he hears a word from you. 

He lets out a frustrated growl, and you can see his nails digging into his hand. You’re wearing on his patience. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself, but it shakes on his exhale. His teeth are pressing together, turning his usually impassive expression into a grimace. “You really aren’t making this easy.”

There’s a fire under the words, smoldering rage building at your rejection. You wonder why he’s trying so hard; is his soul crying out for yours? Does your silence hurt him nearly as badly as his words hurt you? Is he normally this determined with their prisoners, or is he frustrated at his pull to you?

Your hands brush against your ribs, where you know your words lie. They seem to warm a little whenever he speaks, your body begging you to continue walking fate’s path, to speak your words, whatever they are. But you are determined to keep his body blank, scarred only by the battles he seems to adore.

His eyes catch the movement, lingering for a moment. He seems to soften for a moment, something almost resembling concern flashing through his eyes before the annoyance returns. “Stop touching your wounds. It makes it worse.” His tone is stern. A command from a man so accustomed to giving them.

It sets your teeth on edge, receiving commands from an enemy soldier. Especially the one who did this to you. Wasn’t this the point? To hurt you? No matter his kindness after, he still inflicted the wound. Who is he to tell you how to handle it?

Your hunger, lack of sleep, and screaming pain from your wounds cloud your better judgment, and you let pettiness take over as you scrape your nails down your bandages. Not enough to make any real significance in your pain, just a drop in the bucket that’s been filling with your agony since you arrived. 

He winces as he watches, grimacing slightly. “You’re insufferable, General. Hurt yourself all you want, far be it from me to stop you.” There’s far more bite to his words than his previous complaints, and as he storms off, you wonder if this was his breaking point, and you won’t see the man again, not until your final day as he watches from the audience as your life is snuffed out.

He doesn’t come back the next day, or the day after that. You try to ignore how that stings. Despite how badly you wanted him to leave, his visits were the only break from the monotonous routine you're under, and the only time anybody spoke to you. Without him, you hardly feel human.

They forget to bring you food at least once, you think. You can’t say for sure, since you don’t have sunlight to track the days by, but the growling in your stomach is far worse than usual. Was the Commander ensuring you were fed? Surely not. Maybe they were treating you better when you had his attention, and now that the pressure has left the staff is more likely to let things fall through the cracks. 

It is the intense growling of your stomach that leads to worried whispers among the guards outside, which eventually cultivates in one of them disappearing for a few minutes and coming back with a bowl of something steaming hot. His hands shake as he holds the keys to your cell as the others keep their head on a swivel.

Are they…breaking the rules for you?

When he enters the cell, he places the food down quickly, not daring to look you in the eye. Another soldier slips him a waterskin, which he quickly slides to you, still without looking up. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he’s already skittering out, taking his position as though nothing happened.

You slowly pick up the bowl, inspecting it. You expect some small scraps, like the apple you were given last week. Instead you find a nice, hearty stew, made with what you think is beef. You take a small sip of the broth, and the flavor explodes in your mouth. A lovely savory flavor hits you. You swear you can taste a hint of wine. This isn’t common fare for a prisoner. Is this…their food? Did one of these men give up their own lunch for the day to ensure you were fed?

No, this is too good for a common footsoldier. This is something that might be given to an officer, or even a noble. Whose food did they steal to give to you? How much are they risking here?

You’re overwhelmed by a lot of feelings. Gratitude, first and foremost. But then confusion: why couldn’t they have just gone to the kitchen? Why the stealth, the subterfuge? That means they must be unable to provide for you through the usual channels, and, more importantly, that they’d be punished for this simple act of kindness. The kitchen hasn’t forgotten you, nor has the rationing gotten so bad they’re depriving those of you at the bottom of the food chain. This was an order. Someone has demanded your starvation.

You close your eyes and wonder. You immediately dismiss the Commander as a suspect. He’s shown you too much kindness to do such a thing, surely. Maybe that’s your soul bond talking, overriding your common sense, but something deep inside of you simply doesn’t want to doubt him. Perhaps whoever told him they wanted information? Maybe the King himself, frustrated at the idea of spending resources on a prisoner not even from his own nation?

You’ll have a lot of time to ponder that later, you reassure yourself. For now you try to savor every bite of your stew, letting the flavors dance on your tongue. You haven’t enjoyed something like this for a long time. Even before your imprisonment. The last time you can remember something this flavorful was the banquet they threw before your most recent deployment. It had been thrown in your honor, for loyal service, but it was more of an excuse for the nobles to party. That hadn’t mattered much. In spite of the dozen marriage proposals you had to fend off from the courtiers and second and third sons and daughters of some of the nobility, you had a great time. It was the last time you had seen your parents, as they told you how proud they were of you. The last time you saw many of your friends before you were sent to different posts, different fronts. You know a handful of them were slain after, in an ambush along the border a few weeks after you had all toasted to a victory you all knew you might not see.

You don’t realize you’re crying until the tears begin to fall in your now empty bowl, washing away the last traces of seasoning from the wood. Had you allowed yourself to grieve all that you’ve lost, all that you’re going to lose? Of course not. You didn’t have the time. You had a war to win, to ensure their sacrifices weren’t in vain. Now you had nothing but time, and no way to help them other than your silence. That’s all you can do to save anyone now, isn’t it? Save your friends, your country, your soulmate only by keeping your mouth shut. Powerless to do anything else.

The soldier who comes to collect your bowl doesn’t comment on your sniffling. You appreciate it. You don’t have the energy right now, and you have more pressing issues to worry about than comfort from a stranger, anyway.

"When's my execution?" The soldier jumps when you speak, as they all do. They seem oddly frightened of your voice in particular. You wonder if the Commander's annoyance at your lack of cooperation is so obvious it's made them fear consequences from him. You wonder if he's a cruel enough man to make those fears a reality. Surely not, with the way he treated your wounds so kindly. Or perhaps it was simply your bond that compelled him to do that, and the universe tied you to a tyrant.

No, of course not. Surely it was fear of whoever ordered you to be starved.

"Your...what?" The boy is young, with scraggly facial hair he's better off shaving and a few pimples poorly hidden beneath it. You wonder if this is such an awful place they draft children into their armies, or, worse, they let them volunteer. This young man should not have to know war.

"My execution. I assume it's soon, yes?"

"I'm...we have no current plans to execute you, General." He's shaking in his boots, his eyes sliding away from yours. The thought of death makes him uncomfortable, and your nonchalance even more so. "You're not on death row."

You laugh, looking down at your bandages, turning a sickly yellow after weeks of going unchanged. The Commander was the only one ensuring you survived beyond the week, and he seems to have abandoned that mission. Does this young man not know about your lack of use, or was the Commander lying to you earlier? Maybe his mission to get you to talk was just a personal one. You push the thought from your mind, turning back to the poor boy in front of you. "So I'm a hostage, then?"

He wants to say no, but he doesn't want to lie to you. He's an open book, and you wonder which of your comrades will make this earnest young man's family bury him. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“They won’t take me back, you know. Goa never negotiates for prisoners of war. Strict policy.”

You can see the horror on his face at the idea of you rotting here forever. “Not even for a General?”

“Especially not for a General. I made my oath knowing what would happen if I failed. Frankly, I’d be furious if they did try to make a deal for me. Which they wouldn’t. Anything that happens to me now is simply the consequences of my failure.” He seems upset on your behalf, something you can’t help but smile sardonically at. How many of his countrymen have you cut down? This is hardly a worthy payment for the blood you’ve spilt. Even a lifetime down here wouldn’t offset the things you’ve done in the name of your people. An honorable fight still ends in death. “Tell your superiors if you think they don’t know. I have no value to them alive.”

You don’t want to spend the rest of time rotting down here, thinking about what could have been or the world outside. You’d rather have a clean ending, if you have to have one. Maybe your men will see you as a martyr. That wouldn’t be so bad.

His voice cracks as he speaks next, and you can’t tell if it’s from his age or the fear. “Y–yes Ser.”

You almost laugh. You haven’t been a Ser since that blade slipped between your ribs. It feels strange to get the respect you were so accustomed to outside of these walls. So funny how quickly your sense of self has come undone in your isolation. As the days go on, you feel all of the best parts of you slipping away: your authority, your humor, your kindness. You get the feeling very little of you will be left by the end of it all. They’re killing your soul before they take out of the body it’s leaving behind.

You hope the Commander wasn’t lying about what they’ll do once they realize you won’t speak.

Soon, you find winter has come. You cannot feel your fingers, and you can see a horrible pale has started to spread from their tips downward. You've seen plenty of frostbite on the battlefield, on poor infantrymen with torn coats and hole-filled gloves. You've seen how bad it can get, and you know that soon your skin will start to darken purple, that soon you will start to rot. There is nothing you can do, not with your raggedy clothes and threadbare blanket. The chill is seeping out of the stone below you, an inescapable creeping darkness that will soon overcome you. You had hoped for a more dignified death, but you suppose nature isn't the worst way to go. At least it won't be a spectacle. A small footnote in history at worst, the kind your eyes skim right over. People will not remember you for this. A small mercy.

He has not visited you in days, since the cold swept in. Neither have the soldiers delivering you food, or even the ones who sneak it to you. Maybe they truly are planning on letting you die down here, and the Commander has finally accepted he won't hear a word from you before you do. Maybe he doesn't want to witness it. Maybe he simply doesn't care enough to see it, is content to know you're rotting away.

You know the sound of his footsteps by heart now, despite how much you wish you didn’t. He walks slowly, downright leisurely, to your cell. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of the bars creaking open.

He has a new scar, forcing one of his beautiful eyes closed. A shame. You had decided those were your favorite part of him.

He leans down to you, knees pressing against the stone as he looks at you. His fingers slide over your bandages, and you jump under his touch. There’s little warmth in his eyes, his kindness hidden beneath the cold exterior of a soldier. He’s overlooking your form like a predator, taking in your sickly pallor and jutting ribs. His voice is cold when he speaks again. “Are you feeling like talking now?”

What?

“Hasn’t this been enough for you?” He stares at you as he did on the first day, ready to strike you down at the first sign of weakness.

Did he…no. No, no, he couldn’t have.

The Commander is the one who has been starving you.

His act slips for just a moment when he sees the look on your face, the betrayal and hurt you can’t quite hide. He doesn’t owe you anything, not really, but you realize you had almost trusted him. Never could bring yourself to doubt his intentions, not when you know what you are to each other. But you aren’t lovers, aren’t even friends. You’re enemies on either side of an endless and brutal war, and the Commander doesn’t strike you as the kind of man who likes to lose.

The regret on his face is quickly quelled as he schools his face back to neutral.

You pull away from him with what little strength you have, tucking your knees up protectively, making yourself small. How pathetic. What would the people who trained you think, seeing you show your weakness so obviously like this? They’d be ashamed. Say it would be better for you to fall on the battlefield than to allow yourself to be disgraced, stripped of your dignity. You can’t help but agree with them as you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head.

“Still nothing?” He sounds frustrated. Maybe you’re an assignment he’s failing. Maybe he hoped his kindness would get you to talk, get some kind of information out of you, and when that failed he decided to leave you to rot and see if that softened you up. You try to take some comfort in the fact that he doesn’t seem to revel in it, but your growling stomach silences that thought pretty quickly.

You want to tell him to fuck off, to scream to the heavens, but you tell yourself that you’re better than him, showing him mercy like this. That you’ll be able to die with your head held high, knowing that you stuck to your principles, that you were stronger than him, than all of this. You’ll have been kinder than he could possibly know, even after all of this.

But then he opens his goddamn mouth again. “What’s with the accusing looks? I left you to rot like you wanted. I got back onto the battlefield and cut down a hundred of your comrades while you wasted away. Why should I protect you when you can’t give me a single goddamn word?”

What was the point of silence now? You had wanted to spare him the pain, the suffering of knowing what was meant to be and what never was. But why should he be spared? Why must you bear it all on your own, while he gets to move on? Some part of him should rot here with you. Whatever part you were meant to have.

“I never hated you before this moment, Commander.” Your voice is little more than a ragged whisper, but you know he hears you. His fingers tighten against the bars, and for a moment his face betrays him: surprise, confusion, understanding all flash across it at lightning speed. You wonder how he’ll react. If he would be swallowed by the regret he deserves.

His jaw tightens. His voice is quiet, cold. He makes his stance clear very quickly: this is not a man who is willing to love you. This is a man who is furious at being deceived. “I see. That’s a shame, General. I’d always thought this was something reciprocal.” There’s some deeper meaning laced to his words, but you don’t care to untangle it. Your head is fuzzy from hunger and your heart is hardened by the time you’ve spent rotting away down here.

“It wasn’t. It was never meant to be,” you mutter firmly. You let your head loll back, hitting the stone wall with a soft thump. Your eyes fall closed, and you can feel reality start to fade away, sleep slowly tearing at the edges.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to decide that?” He’s clenching his fists, veins popping from the tension.

The kind part of you wants to give him some explanation, about how this was for him, for his own good, but the rest of you is too damn tired to try. “Yes.”

He scoffs. “This is bullshit.”

You can’t help the soft, bitter laugh that leaves you. “That’s something we agree on. This is all meaningless. A joke the universe is playing on us.”

He sounds a bit softer when he speaks again, a bit closer to how he was on the first night, but the undercurrent of rage is still clear. “Some people would want to know about this. Some people think things happen for a reason.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “You don’t. Neither do I, not anymore.”

He pauses. “You used to?”

“I used to believe in a lot of things,” you murmur.

For once he doesn’t have an answer for you. The man who spent a month begging for your words left speechless now that he has them. You expect some kind of regret, or more anger, but instead he stares at you, face unreadable. When he closes your cell door, you can hear the metal clang from the force. He walks away, his footsteps echoing loudly against the cobblestone as he walks back to his life, with a new understanding that it will be one he spends alone.

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Dreaming of You Masterlist

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Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+

Series:

Heart-Pirates: Law, Penguin, Shachi

Kid-Pirates: Kid, Killer, Heat

Marines: Koby, Helmeppo, Smoker

Donquixote: Doflamingo, Caesar, Rosinante

Cross-Guild: Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy

Straw-Hats: Zoro, Usopp, Sanji

ASL Brothers: Ace, Sabo, Luffy

Red-Hair Pirates: Shanks, Beckman, Hongo

Zoan-Fruit Users: Jabra, Lucci, Kaku

Old & Bold: Garp, Whitebeard, Rayleigh (& Roger)

Whitebeard Pirates: Thatch, Izou, Marco

Vinsmoke Brothers: Ichiji, Niji, Yonji

Requests:

Katakuri

King

Loki (Elbaf)

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|The Ghost From The Barrow| - Kid x Fem!Reader 🔞

Summary: You are the daughter of a clan chief in the Highlands, though you are more trouble than you are worth. Some thugs capture you and attempt to demand a ransom, but things don't exactly go their way when their leader, Kid, discovers what you are truly made of.

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|The Warrior's Wrath| - Kid x Fem!Reader 🔞 |Part 1| | |Part 2|

Summary: You and Kid, the fiercest worry of your village, get married and happiness is just within your reach. Until Blackbeard, the laird, comes to claim prima nocta and takes you. Somehow, you are able to placate Kid’s anger before you go, yet, when you return filled with marks and bruises, Kid can no longer be controlled.

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|Mine to Protect| - Kid x Fem!Reader 🔞 |Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3|

Summary: Your father and his allied clans are at war, and you're a liability. When you're assigned a guard to protect you - against your will - you do everything in your power to infuriate him. The problem is that he can be more infuriating than you, as you're about to find out.

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|My Personal Hell| - Kid x gn!Reader - 100 followers event

Summary: You protect Kid during a Marine attack and end up pretty hurt. He has a very weird way to show his concern and affection towards you.

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|In the quiet of his arms| - Kid x Fem!Reader (though the only reference to gender is Kid calling you lass)

Summary: You are trying to fight off a terrible migraine. Your Captain ends up helping you.

|Dipshit On Deck| - Kid x Gn!Reader

Summary: It's Friday the 13th and - of course - there's a storm brewing. And, pray, what is that black shadow on deck?

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|Drowning in Flames| - Kid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You saved Kid from drowning and your thanks involves scrubbing the deck.

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|Wicked Game| - Kid x Fem!Reader 🔞

Summary: You've returned from a two-week mission away from the crew, and Kid doesn't leave his workshop to say hello. It's time to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

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|Reverence| - Kid x Fem!Reader 🔞

Summary: You and Kid are neighbours and very good friends. You flirt a lot, all in good fun, obviously, and he makes fun of every single one of your loser dates. When the last date goes south and you call Kid for help, will your relationship blosom into something else?

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|Gone| - Kid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kid faces a loss that devastates him like nothing else. Not even Killer seems able to rouse the Captain from his grief.

Massacre Soldier Killer

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|The Beast Within| - Killer x Male!Reader

Summary: Killer gets bitten on a routine scouting mission and dismisses it as a minor wound. Turns out it was anything but a minor wound. As he starts to transform into something else, you try with all your might to bring him back home. Back to you.