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[crapitskizaru]

We Die Tomorrow. (Kid x Fem!Reader x Law x Drake)

Word Count: 9,3k

Warning: pure smut, power-play mention, foursome, mentions of death, bastard Law per usual. WANO SPOILERS.

A/N: i really....... went off with this one. i have no idea what came over me

The skull-shaped island loomed in the distance, veiled in shadows of the late night. A view unlike any other, of tiny patches of land sprouting from the dark surface of the ocean and the Onigashima island itself, was spread kilometers beneath your feet.

You could only see blurred lights and silhouettes of ships from the strategic cave far up in the mountains, the wind blew cold and merciless, making goosebumps appear all over your exposed skin.

"(Name)-ya," a smooth voice said behind your back. "Do you remember the floor plans enough to draw them?"

You stirred. The perspective of impending death hadn't deterred you from finding the view simply magnificent, but apparently, the three captains weren't quite as melancholic.

"Of course," you replied and strolled away from the entrance of the cave. It was situated in the middle of a cliff, its opening facing the Onigashima island that was to be raided tomorrow night by the alliance between the pirates and the samurai. It was warmer inside, but the air was stale and heavy and made you miss the fresh wind. "But I thought we have already gone through it?"

"Let's see it one more time," Law pressed on. He had changed into a disguise of a black harness that met in the middle of his chest in a steel ring and leather pants, inked muscles displayed, his hat discarded in the corner.

The other two captains were sporting the same outfit, just like you were - leather and straps. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that your life was to come to an end soon, you wouldn't be able to remain as calm in this situation, surrounded by sculpted male bodies, tattooed and scarred and framed with leather.

But not tonight.

"Fine," you said and leaned over a desk in the middle of the room. A stack of maps and blueprints had already awaited you there. "This is the Onigashima harbor that we can see from here. It elongates into stairs and eventually the entrance to the dome."

You were vaguely aware of two pairs of eyes watching every move of your pencil. The remaining eyes, red and with a dangerous spark in them, were currently bored into the ceiling. "The ground floor looks like this. A set of rooms here, with only one door and two windows-"

"Do the windows overlook the whole harbor? We could sneak a dozen men prior to the actual start of the raid, use them as an emergency backup," Drake spoke softly from a corner.

"We could... technically. But someone would have to take out the guards first, without alerting everyone else."

"I'll take care of it." Law raised his eyes at you, his face illuminated in yellow from an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. Then he realized your silence was a question. "I'll shambles them to our ranks and we'll kill them quickly, they won't even realize what happened."

You nodded. "Good. So, in front of this set of rooms is the pleasure house-" Your voice wavered. "With three exits and at least a dozen small rooms facing the corridor. It's usually where Orochi spends his days... if he's not plotting on the highest floor, where-"

A fist banged on the table.

"I wish I could tear that creepy pervert apart with my bare hands," Kid growled. A shiver ran down your spine, and you weren't sure if it was from the anticipation of the raid or the bottomless fury gaping at you from those red eyes. "But I won't waste my time on him when there's Kaido to kill."

"One of the Strawhats could take care of him," Law agreed. "Or the samurai. Either way, he's not our concern."

You continued to sketch out the blueprints. Halfway through the first floor, you had lost Kid who claimed he'd already memorized everything and sprawled himself on a pile of mattresses stacked against a wall. The cave had nothing on the luxurious hotels of Sabaody Archipelago, or picture-postcard villas in Dresssora, but at least there was a place to sleep along with three men that could potentially serve as heated blankets.

"Eustass-ya," Law said with a warning in his tone. Leaning over the sketches with both arms spread on the table and the black leather taking up the dull light of the oil lamp, you had a hard time prying your eyes away from him. "Pay attention. There will be no room for mistakes once it all starts."

Kid groaned. "Oh, shut up. Stealth or no stealth, plan or no plan, we all die tomorrow anyway."

Drake, who was propped against a wall with arms crossed on his chest and had appeared deep in thought when you were speaking before, now snapped his head up. "Is that the way a captain should be talking? That's what you're going to tell your men later?"

"Better than to lie and give them false hope." Kid shrugged.

"We have (Name) with us," Drake insisted. "At least try and pretend to be a man."

You managed to notice Law rolling his eyes as if already knowing what was going to happen next before Kid jumped to his feet, red in the face.

"You want to talk to me about being a man? You, a traitor and a mole? Maybe you should tell (Name) how you would leave her to die and save your own skin the second things get real in there?"

That struck a nerve. Drake's sword was halfway out the scabbard as he confronted Kid. "I never betrayed anyone I considered my true ally. Sometimes a way to go can be different than simply mashing everything with fists and metal."

"Drake!" you called out. "Kid, come on! We shouldn't be fighting now. We're supposed to be an alliance, remember?"

Kid's gaze was seething with silent rage as he turned to look at you. His huge chest rose rapidly up and down. "I should have known better than to get involved in alliances."

"Just because you got betrayed once doesn't mean we will betray you as well. Don't you trust me?" You held his gaze. A swell of panic took hold of your chest. What if Kid bailed on you now? What if he decided to face the Onigashima island all by himself? He would be throwing his life away, but something told you that Kid had long stopped concerning himself with whether he lives or dies.

"I don't trust anyone." His voice cut like ice through the warm air.

"Can't you trust my rage?" You went around the table, ignoring Law's disapproving gaze, and stood in front of Kid. "You think I don't want to avenge myself, just like you do? All the years of my youth, wasted away on that island, serving monsters that I hated but had no strength to fight on my own! Now that you're all here, there's finally a chance to take those beasts down. And you can't just step away, Kid. I won't let you."

He raised an eyebrow. Other than that, he seemed unconcerned with your speech. "You... won't let me?"

Drake sighed somewhere on your left but you stood your ground. "That's right. You take down the Beast Pirates with me. Then you are free to go your own way."

Your hip had banged the corner of the table when you were forced to take a step back as Kid lunged, trapping you between his arms, placing them on either side of your body. His face got too close to yours. "Oh, I'll be free to go, you say? Will we get a banquet to celebrate our victory at the end? A souvenir from the Wano Country?" His eyes bore into you and you felt your legs shake. Surely, he could feel it too. "Don't you understand we are marching to our deaths?"

"Eustass-ya..." Law started from behind your back but Kid ignored him.

"When I take down Kaido... and Big Mom... you think I'll have any strength left in me to defend myself from all of that Beast's underlings? Who will defend me then? You? They'll swarm us and kill us as we're exhausted from the fights."

You swallowed audibly. "We have the Strawhats with us. And the samurai. And the whole country on our side."

"Those years spent in captivity really didn't do you any good." Kid's voice dropped to a mutter. "There are only so many of us against thousands of them. I'm fine with going down fighting. I'm not scared. But I don't want you to sleep tonight believing in your delusion that we have a future after tomorrow."

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you gulped down the muggy air. "Kid... I know all that. But I refuse to die until we take them down. If they fall, I don't care what happens next."

"Then we're on the same page." He finally let you go, leaving you with a racing heart and dizziness behind your eyes.

You realized the maps and blueprints on the table were all crumpled from how your fingers grasped and reached in anxiety. Your cheeks burned.

"Wow. What a show," Law mocked, watching Kid fall back on the mattresses and cover his eyes with his palm. "You must have been a theatre kid."

"Shut up," Kid muttered. "I'm going to sleep. You get on with your silly plans."

"If you had an ounce of intelligence in you-"

Law and Kid continued to bicker but their voices started to fade away in your ears. Your gaze traveled to the mouth of the cave and the dark sky outside. After Kid's words, the realization that this really could be the last night of your life washed over you, and your limbs went numb.

Every last bit of strength, every surge of energy, and every breath - you would give it all to take down the Beast Pirates. But what about the samurai, the allies, the good pirates that agreed to help free the Wano Country? None of them deserved to die a premature death.

And the three captains? Each of them unique in their own way, each of them with ambitions and plans and goals. Why did they have to die?

"Did he frighten you?" A soft voice murmured in your ear. "I should have stepped in."

Drake's electric blue eyes stood out even against the dim lighting. They looked exactly the same as a few weeks ago when you had seen them for the first time.

"No, I'm just... I... I don't want you to die," you whispered, careful not to let Law and Kid overhear, the two of them still snapping at each other. You wondered if Kaido himself could hear them all the way from Onigashima. "You rescued me from that island, and now we will be going back there to our deaths?"

Drake gave you that renowned smirk of his. "I knew I should have stepped in. That red dumbass knows how to put on a show and now you're doubting yourself. And me, on top of that."

You fiddled with a leather strap on his shoulder. It left a red mark on his skin when you shifted it, causing it to fall off at his side. "You... on top? I'd like that," you teased.

There was no telling where that had come from. Maybe the anxiety and the constant fear had finally worn you out. Maybe the stress in your body had raised to the maximum level and yearned to be let go by some form of stimulant. Or maybe you just wanted to enjoy yourself, to feel alive, on that last night of your life.

Drake frowned, a bit taken aback, and you cursed internally. One or two makeout sessions didn't exactly give you the right to call him your lover, certainly not anything more than that. You weren't even sure if the word 'friend' covered whatever your relationship was.

You didn't notice how much sweat your body was producing until Drake's arm looped around your exposed waist, the courtesy of your skimpy outfit following the 'less is more' rule. Suddenly you grew anxious, wishing for a shower. Drake didn't seem to mind, however, his own skin hot and clammy.

"So that's what you've been truly thinking about?" he spoke directly into your ear, the tone low. "Well, if it consoles you... I'd like that, too."

Your heart went back to the same frenzied beating that Kid had caused before, but with Drake it felt more natural. "That day when we kissed for the first time, we talked how we would go, um, all out," you stuttered out, "once this is over. But if what Kid said came true, we won't get another chance other than tonight."

"You're saying we should do it here? Now? On this table?" The raspiness in his voice came out, scattering your thoughts into panic. Your eyes shifted away from his, trying to escape, and landed on his chest with the 'X' inked in the middle. Where the two black lines met, there was a silver ring held by the leather straps, same as Law's.

You tried leaning against the table for support. What was it with pirates and leather and tattoos? First Law, then Drake. It was hard to look away, hard to hold back, hard to think.

"Uh, I don't... I don't know."

Drake smirked again, amused by your reaction. The worry that had creased his forehead before vanished. If humiliating yourself was all it took for this man to stop stressing, you were more than ready to sacrifice your dignity.

"Oi! You two are gonna start fucking or what?"

You peeked behind Drake and saw that Law and Kid had finally stopped their dick-measuring contest, with Kid gluing his eyes to where Drake's arm met your waist. Law sat beside him on the mattress, giving you a mildly curious look.

"Shut up, Kid!" you squealed, causing all three of them to laugh. At least Drake had the courtesy to try and mask it into a cough. "What are we even doing? We were supposed to go through the plan again." You pried yourself away from Drake's embrace, immediately missing it.

"Don't worry, (Name)-ya. We can leave him," Law pointed at Kid with annoyance, "out of it. If I can remember the plan, it might be enough."

"Fine with me," Kid concluded and turned to face the wall. "The plan will go to shit in the first minute anyway."

Law ignored him and approached the table. "Where were we?" He picked up the crumpled paper, smoothing it out and handing you the pencil. "First floor, if I recall correctly."

"Um, yes..." Your eyes took in all of him before they rested on his face. "Right."

The corners of Law's mouth twitched. "Well? Work that pencil. The night won't last forever."

Law was the one you couldn't quite get a grasp on. With Drake it was easier. Drake was gentle and usually composed, at least when he talked to you. He could also be quite driven by his goals, although you weren't quite sure what those were, yet. And Kid? Easy enough. Big. Loud. Scary. Better to watch your mouth around him. You were sure he had a good side to all that red anger, but so far there weren't many opportunities to uncover it.

Law... what was it with Law?

You had witnessed him using the 'scan' technique of his Devil Fruit once. Now, under his watchful gray eyes, you felt like you were being scanned yourself.

"(Name)," Drake called softly, making you flinch. "What's wrong?"

"You're right, Law. The night won't last forever." You put down the pencil. Law shot you a look that seemed to say: I just said that a second ago. What's wrong with you?

"After the night ends... we will get down from this cursed cave and reach the ships," you continued. "We regroup. Wait for the dark. And sail to Onigashima. Fight. Then die."

You felt Drake shift as he came up behind you. His mouth leaned over your shoulder and left a small peck; you barely felt it in the humid air. Law watched the two of you but it was like he couldn't see at all, his mind far away. Maybe he was thinking of his crew.

Neither of them denied your words, and that was all you needed to proceed.

"I don't know about you," your voice suddenly turned crystal clear, "but I'm not ready to die..."

"I'll do everything I can to protect you, but I can't-" Drake started but you interrupted him.

"...yet." And with that, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. Aware of Law's annoyed eye roll, aware of Kid pretending to sleep but in reality listening in. Your heartbeat sped up, the blood rushed in your veins. It felt like you were alive, truly.

Drake's arms rested on your waist as he gently pulled you back. His lips felt hot, almost feverish.

"(Name)... I know what we talked about earlier, but I don't think this is a good idea when-" He searched for words for a while, then gave up and gestured frantically at the staring Law.

"Don't you understand? There won't be anything after tomorrow. No future, no us. This is the last moment. And I want to... I want to have, uh... you." When the words finally got past your lips, you blushed like mad but you were content. The embarrassment, the stress. It wouldn't matter. Not in the long run.

"Seriously, (Name)-ya? I took you for the more responsible type. And I could hear everything you said, you know that?" Law complained but you only paid attention to Drake and the shade of blue in his eyes.

"I could hear it too," Kid called out from the mattresses without turning. "Sounded kinda hot if you ask me."

"So..." Drake frowned, his arms tightening around your waist. "You're saying... with them? Watching?"

"No, with them. Period."

Perhaps, out of all four of you in that cave, you were the one most surprised with your confidence. But how could you willingly march to your death without spending the last moments being as close as possible with those beautiful men? That sounded like a good way to go, when you thought about it.

"What about the plan?" Drake asked, but his tone was less reluctant and more eager. The change made you smile.

"Fuck the plan. Only Law gets any real use out of it, and we had already discussed it anyway. I don't want to waste any more of my time on it."

"Even hotter now. Nice." Kid laughed on the far end of the cave. Then he gestured to you and Drake. "You two go on."

You raised an eyebrow. Okay, so Kid was willing. That wasn't too hard to wrap your head around. The previous night, as you had already settled yourself with Drake on one mattress, with Law in the other corner, you all heard Kid push his pants down and start wanking without a care in the world. The man had no shame whatsoever.

"Oi, oi." Law made a time-out gesture. "What the hell are you even talking about? You want to have sex? Now?"

A sudden surge of fear grasped at your throat when you looked over at Law, then Kid behind his back. It was all fun to talk about when you were safely in Drake's arms, but what would happen once you move on to the other two? Could you handle Law if he wasn't as calm as he posed to be in bed? Wouldn't he overwhelm you? And Kid, with how rough he was, and unpredictable, could you handle him?

You bit your lip. There wouldn't be a better time to be overwhelmed and to test your capabilities.

"Yes, Law," you responded, then wiggled out of Drake's grasp and posed playfully. For once, you were thankful for the revealing outfit. "Don't you like what you see?"

Law snorted and leaned over the table. His arm muscles made you want to pounce on him without a second thought. He must have seen that scenario plastered all over your face because he smirked shamelessly. "You should be asking yourself, (Name)-ya. You think I didn't notice how you look at me?"

"Oh," you stammered, "uh... Oh. Fuck," you cursed at yourself but Drake's laughter immediately lifted your spirit.

"I can't believe you actually asked for this, (Name). But I like it. It's certainly better than to sit around and brood," Drake said.

Did you just discuss a foursome with three members of the infamous Worst Generation? Maybe the cave you were in was magical, a wishing cave. Either way, it didn't matter. The present moment was of all significance. If you were to wake up the next day and it turned out to be a wet fantasy, so be it. You were going to enjoy every second.

"Glad we agree." You praised yourself for keeping your voice casual. "But you have to give me a moment of privacy."

You threw your hair back to give yourself some much-needed confidence and strolled further inside the cave, grabbing the scarce cosmetics that you had thought to bring along. As it elongated into a tunnel, you felt pairs of eyes watching your every step. Soon, the three captains disappeared when you walked around a bend.

There, you let out a sigh. Was this really a good idea?

Oh, stop it, you scolded yourself. No turning back now. No second thoughts.

You brushed your teeth with the last bits of toothpaste and rinsed with stale water from a container. There were some wet wipes as well that you used to rub away the sweat from your face and the back of your neck. Immediately, the freshing-up had caused your confidence to rise.

You could handle those idiots.

When you thought of how Drake could make you feel, how he would use his mouth and fingers on you... Your abdomen tightened, your heart rate accelerating. Then Law, with his gorgeous eyes and mesmerizing tattoos... And Kid who could surely last until sunrise... You shuddered in anticipation. Yes, this was definitely a good idea. You tried your best to reign in your thoughts and not let them wander to what was going to happen after the sunrise.

"Having second thoughts?" Drake's voice made you jump in surprise. You hadn't noticed him approach in the dark tunnel. "It's fine if you are."

"No. I was just, um, preparing."

His arms enveloped you, and once again you found it hard to breathe, even though the air in the tunnel was less humid than in the main cave.

"Do you want to stop this madness?" Drake murmured in your ear, smiling.

"Definitely not." You pressed yourself against him. "Doesn't it make you feel alive? The adrenaline?"

"It does. I'm almost... grateful."

"Almost?"

"I might change my mind about this once I see Trafalgar naked."

You laughed and pulled him in a shallow kiss. "Or you could get even more eager. He's totally gorgeous."

Through the darkness, you could see him frown a bit. "But I think he doesn't indulge in intimacy very often."

"I think so, too. We can teach him a few tricks." Another kiss from him, and you found yourself having to reach for a wall for support under Drake's intensified affection. His tall posture made you drown in his embrace, his hands reaching for your thighs and chest, fumbling and rubbing. The lack of lighting made your sense of touch more perceptive until you let a shameless moan escape you and echo through the tunnel.

You flushed. You could already imagine Law's and Kid's comments on it.

Drake, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, his lips caressing the corner of your mouth and dipping behind your ear.

"You think he's a virgin?" you asked, making Drake chuckle.

"As much as I would love to talk more about Trafalgar... I only wish to think about you now." He had to bend over to reach your breasts that were still bound with the leather outfit. "I guess we will find out soon, though."

"Yeah, okay, no more talking about Law." Your head reclined back against the wall as you fully gave in to Drake's touch. It felt so freeing.

"Can I be the one to undress you?" Drake asked from between your breasts, your hand reaching for his hair.

"Yes. And Drake," you started, feeling your abdomen tighten with thrill, "I want you to be the first one tonight. And the last one. Okay?"

He let out a low affirmative, fingers pulling off the straps of leather until he exposed your body completely. It was so right, so natural. Simply exhilarating.

Every bit of your sensitive areas was now available to him, and he made sure to take advantage of that. His tongue caressed your breasts, kissing and sucking on your erect nipples with a vulgar sound that only strengthened the yearning in between your legs, his burning breath vexed your skin and caused you to fidget with want.

He hooked your leg on his shoulder, dropping to his knees, blue eyes on you as he kissed you where you most wanted him; first on your clit, sucking lightly, then skimming lower to prod your entrance with his hot tongue. Your fingers scratched and grasped at his scalp as you turned into a moaning mess, now unperturbed with the fact that the other captains could surely hear you, probably along with Orochi and Kaido all the way down at the island.

"Drake... Oh, God, I love this... Please, don't stop," you begged, eyes shut and head thrown back. His hands clamped around your thighs and held you steadily as you trembled.

"Do you want me to make you come?" he asked from between your legs, his tone sultry and deep. Your imagination ran amok as you visualized his glistening lips, closing around you and sending you into an orgasm.

"Yes, Drake, darling." You felt him smile against your skin at the affectionate term. "Please, right now."

His name poured out of your lips as he pleasured you until the tightening in your stomach couldn't take it anymore and eventually washed over your legs and belly, the cold bliss leaving your pussy throbbing. A few drops of your wetness ran down your inner thigh when Drake released you from his grip.

"Give me... a second," you panted and wobbled back for the wet wipes, cleaning yourself up, your heat still sensitive from the orgasm.

"Do you want to go back there?" he asked, arms looping around your from behind. You could faintly feel his hard cock on your butt through his leather pants. "I mean... you're not tired yet?"

You smiled, letting yourself fall back into his hug. "Not yet. I can take a bit more than one orgasm, Drake. Why? Are you going to be jealous now?"

"No. I'm just asking."

His tone made you laugh out loud. "Let's get back. They must be getting pretty bored now."

But his grip still hadn't relented, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. "(Name)... You don't have to go with us tomorrow. Stay here, where it's safe."

"Thank you for offering, but you know I can't do that. How could I let you go, knowing that you won't come back? Don't be silly. Let's just," you hummed and relished in his embrace, breathing in his scent, "enjoy ourselves tonight."

He muttered under his breath but eventually released you.

"Could you take care of Law for me? Just for a while," you added when he choked on his saliva. "Because I know Kid will have a lot to say when we go back. I want to shut him up."

"What do you mean by take care of him?"

"Oh, don't tell me you've never thought about him that way. Everyone swoons over that guy."

Drake hesitated. He may have blushed as well, but you couldn't be sure. "He and I... We do go way back."

"See? Find some common topics. Ask him about his favorite color and stuff." You didn't know where you were drawing your confidence from, but it sure did feel liberating. You strolled back naked into the main area without an ounce of fear.

And stopped right in your tracks as if you had slammed into a cement wall.

Law and Kid were entangled on the mattresses, making out in such an obscene way you fought the instinct to avert your eyes. It was hard to tell where one body started and the other ended, their muscles rippling and merging into one.

"Holy shit..." Drake halted beside you. His mouth hung open.

"They, um, they look good," you spluttered out.

"You still think he's a virgin?" Drake asked, eyeing the particular way in which Law grasped Kid's bicep and dug his nails into the pale skin, making Kid groan into the kiss. Law's leg was draped over Kid's lap, leather rubbing, steel clinking, the inked chest contrasting against the milky white.

You didn't know how it was possible to be so rough and so affectionate to each other at the same time, but they were pulling it off right before your eyes.

Eventually, Law ended the show. "Seems like we have an audience, Eustass-ya," he regarded and pushed Kid off of himself with firm hands on his torso.

"Oi, Trafalgar." Kid sounded slightly winded as he lay sprawled, his hair tousled and makeup smudged. Some of the straps had fallen off his shoulders. "I sure as hell ain't done yet."

"Good. Because I'm not done with you, either." Law didn't look back at him as he approached you, sweeping you with an up-and-down. "Well, (Name)-ya? Who will it be now?"

Unlike Kid, Law looked more put-together, his black hair only slightly disheveled, a few red lines sprouting between his tattoos, lips tinted red. Only his pupils, blown wide, betrayed his lust.

You raised an eyebrow. This Law was so clashing with the Law you knew - the one slumped over piles of papers, the cold tactician, the mastermind behind brilliant plans. So who was it? The calculating doctor, or the god of sex? Perhaps you would never have a chance to know.

The thought that first told you to restrain from a fantasy got disregarded by other, wilder thoughts - so without thinking any further, you made the fantasy come true and took a step forward, diving into Law's arms and right for his lips.

You heard Drake take in a breath behind you, but you were too lost in bliss to pay it any mind. Law held you tightly, your breasts pressing up against his chest, your fingers encountering the leather straps as you tried to rake them across his shoulders.

"Me?" he asked, voice low, gray eyes taking you in.

It was tempting to agree, but you forced yourself away from him. "Later." You smiled, taking his hand and guiding him towards Drake. "Is it alright?"

Your question was for them both, but you kept your gaze on Drake.

"Trafalgar, I just want you to know that if it wasn't the last night of my life, I wouldn't-"

"Don't think, Drake. Just act. Let yourself feel good." You gave him a wink. "This is the time for it."

As you were turning around, you saw Law give an appreciative nod to the other man, and a familiar smirk rose on Drake's face. You wanted to marvel at their beauty longer, but a voice made your spine tingle.

"Oi. You think I'm going to just hold my cock for the whole night, watching yall?"

Kid certainly made himself comfortable. His legs were spread - pants already lost - leaving only the black harness that clashed with his white chest. He was stroking his erection, jerking at the tip, and his eyes were on you. Not your face, but your breasts, then going lower to glare at your thighs and between them.

"Come here," he told you, and your legs listened before you had a chance to think.

Your eyes strayed from his face to his cock. It was impossible to decide whether to suck on it until he fell apart underneath you and begged for your lips, or to sit on it and dominate him. Perhaps both.

But he made the decision for you.

"That's right," Kid teased lowly, "you like my cock, huh?" He made a point of swirling his fingers around the tip, then going back to stroke the whole length. "Make me feel good. Kneel."

Your body tensed. This time, you managed to refrain from following his order right away and started climbing onto the mattress instead. Your inner thighs chafed, causing you to feel the wetness between your legs.

"At the end of this night," you said, straddling his lap, "you will be the one kneeling."

Surprise mixed with desire shone in Kid's eyes as he regarded you. One of his hands started to touch you, first to fondle your breast and then down low to reach your pussy and tease it. You mewled, making him smirk, and finally he rested his hand on your buttcheek.

Your heart almost jumped from your ribcage when you realized how vulnerable you made yourself before this man. His pearly skin felt so soft under your fingers when you struggled to get comfortable on top of him, grabbing onto his arms for support, clenching your thighs around his waist. It felt natural to lean in for a kiss, but you didn't want to give in quite yet. He'd have taken it for granted then, your attraction to him.

You stared into his red eyes just to show him you weren't afraid.

"So what? You want to dominate me? You want to feel in control?" he asked and shifted on purpose, almost causing you to fall off but you managed to dig your nails into his shoulders. "Good luck to you."

"I don't need it," you sang quietly, holding his gaze. "Kid... This isn't some powerplay fantasy for me. I just want to pleasure you, but in my own way. We don't have to fight."

Suddenly he leaned in and nuzzled your neck, then bit your skin where it was sensitive. You yelped but held your place.

"Oh, we most definitely have to fight," he rasped, now grasping your body in both of his arms, his cock left erect on his abdomen. He felt so heavy around you, you struggled to remain on top. Your thighs trembled from effort. "That's what's hot."

Could he hear how wild your heart was beating? Did he know he made adrenaline rush into your veins with every single touch? And when his lips closed and kissed your skin, you wanted to moan just from that sensation.

Your hand reached for his cock, wanting to stick it inside you already, but he seized your wrist.

"Not yet," he said. "I want you dripping first."

"I'm already dripping," you complained loudly. "Come on, Kid! We don't have all night."

He smirked at you, resuming the pace of his hands on your body. He pinched and squeezed, causing your heart to skip a beat, he rubbed your breasts and inner thighs. You could feel how wet you were already, but it still wasn't enough for him.

With each passing moment, your patience was wearing thin. You were the one who was supposed to dominate him, and yet you were all flushed from just his touch, whereas he had barely broken a sweat. His tousled look was only caused by Law, for now.

"Eustass-ya," Law said from somewhere behind your back. You wanted to turn around and peek, but Kid held you in place firmly. "Don't be a jerk. Fuck her if she asks you." Law's voice was calm, but there was an audible strain to it like he was only reigning himself in. "Don't worry, (Name)-ya, I'll come and help you in a second."

"You think you two can handle me, Trafalgar?" Kid asked. "Look at her. She's already begging for me. And you will beg, too."

A loud groan echoed around the cave. Your abdomen tightened in excitement.

"Drake?" you asked, trying to push Kid away and look, but he was too strong. "Kid, let me see!"

"Trust me, baby, you would have cummed on the spot if you could see what I'm seeing right now."

"I hate you," you huffed, falling on his chest in defeat.

"How am I going to live with that?"

His self-satisfied smirk was driving you up the wall, and the fact that he seemed so cool and unbothered while you were practically soaking wet before him made the adrenaline in your veins turn into pure anger.

Your lips shot forward, claiming his as roughly as possible. He grunted with appreciation, but you paid it no attention. You joined your hands together at the nape of his neck, your fingers scratching and teasing his scalp until he winced in pleasure.

"There you go," he breathed against your lips. "Fight back."

Your breasts rubbed against his chest. The steel ring in the middle was cold when it met your nipple, and it made you flinch.

"I'm not fighting you, you idiot," you growled. Your hand leaving his neck to reach his cock, grasping it tightly and stroking up and down. "I just want us to feel good."

His hips stuttered forward as he leaned into your touch. He missed a breath and you smiled triumphantly.

This time he didn't protest when you attempted to mount him, too busy devouring your lips in a fiery kiss. You moaned into his mouth when his cock slipped so easily inside you.

"See?" you panted out. "I'm so wet for you."

He smiled, helping you find your pace with a hand under your thigh. "Come on, then. Fuck me."

You squeezed your eyes shut as you elevated yourself on him, then plunged straight down. His length filled every inch, stretched and poked your walls and caused you to call out in pleasure every time.

Your worries and anxiety long forgotten, you had immersed yourself into the bliss and let go. His lips claiming yours, muffling the sounds of your delight, then already moving to suck on the crook of your neck, his strong hands aiding you in grinding on his cock.

He had moaned out your name, quietly and so that only you could hear it, and your chest swelled up with pride.

And so you already knew how Eustass Kid was in bed. First teasing, wanting to see your lust for him, then receding into the act like a tamed lion so that you were free to guide him. Perhaps, if you had more time, you could have gotten to know this man better...

"Faster, baby," he said, the soft words meant only for you. "Go faster on me."

His cock throbbed inside. If you hadn't bitten your lip until it bled, the whole land of Wano would be able to hear you screaming his name.

"Kid-" Your throat closed, legs weak and head dizzy, as you finally found a steady pace on him. Your hands were shaking when they tangled in the red hair, pulling and grasping for support. "I love your cock, you know that?"

"I heard that one before," he hummed, burying his face in your breasts. "But you can say it again."

Right there, seeing him coming apart underneath you, a warm feeling spread over your chest. And it wasn't only because Kid had been sucking and caressing your boobs for the past few minutes.

You wanted to shield him from every enemy. You wanted him to stay there, with you, as you held him and pleasured him, seeing only delight in his face. Who would have thought you would ever feel so protective of him?

"Did you hear it from Law?" you teased, leaning in. You were already out of breath, struggling to both ride him and talk at the same time.

He stirred. But there was no answer. The adrenaline coursing through your body had seemingly frozen over, the blissful cold spreading along your thighs and abdomen as you struggled to keep up the pace, adamant on bringing yourself to your climax.

"Did it feel good? When he kissed you before?" you panted. "I bet it did."

"You will get your turn with him."

"So will you, I imagine."

Your words made him blush, only faintly, but you noticed it.

"Shut up and cum already," Kid said, bringing his hips upward to meet the underside of your thighs. His lipstick was smeared from the way you kissed him, hungry and impatient, his hands now clamping around your waist. A droplet of sweat pooled on the nape of your neck, and you felt it travel down along your spine.

You threw your head back, unable to stop yourself from voicing your pleasure when his cock filled you so well, the friction against your entrance making your abdomen flex and then turn rigid from the impending climax. "Oh, Kid!"

"(Name)-ya, you're still going?"

Your head snapped up to see Law, licking his fingers clean, with Drake looking utterly spent behind him. The sight of them - muscled and naked - caused you to tighten around Kid.

"Don't mind them," Kid breathed and turned your head towards him. "Look at me."

And so you did until his cock took you over the edge, your muscles spasming and mouth spilling his name without your permission. Your vision turned hazy and you only had the strength to hold on to him for dear life as he pounded into you still, eager to catch his own release.

You tried not to pay attention to the fact that you were being so closely watched by not only Drake, but Law of all people. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, and you hid your face into Kid's neck. He only chuckled, his pace stuttering.

Your soft mewl made him kiss the shell of your ear. And then he moved his palm from your waist to the back of your head, concealing you more.

His cock slipped in and out of you, the slicky sounds filling the room until he eventually reached his limit and pushed inside one last time, his hips shooting upward and his cum filling you as he groaned right into your ear.

Law drew a sharp breath somewhere behind you.

You fell right into Kid's chest, your breath ragged and your body covered in sweat, saliva and semen.

"Sorry, Trafalgar," Kid huffed, although he didn't sound sorry at all. "I don't think you can hit it now."

An alarm went off in your tired brain. Was that it? Did Kid only tease you and wear you out to get back at Law? You squinted your eyes at Kid. But no, he was holding you with a slight tint on his cheeks, his hair in disarray and a small smirk on his lips. Seeing your gaze, he brushed a stray wisp of hair out of your face. "Don't worry, (Name). I didn't fuck you out of spite, if that's what's on your mind. And I sure as hell loved that you let me cum inside."

This time it was Drake who groaned quietly, the man sounding both turned-on and sullen.

Kid is enjoying this, you thought. Something dripped down your thigh, and you weren't sure if it was cum or your own wetness.

"Fuck off, Eustass-ya. My turn."

You regarded Law for a second, your cheek still pressed against Kid's chest. Law didn't seem much different from before, only his hair was now as wild as Kid's and a droplet of white hid in the corner of his lip but he licked it away. It made you wonder what he and Drake did when you couldn't look.

His gray eyes studied you expectantly, flicking down to your breasts for a second, and shooting back up again. Following the lines of his tattoos, you traveled from the pointy end of the heart all the way down towards his cock as he held it in his palm.

Feeling how spent you were, you didn't know if you could handle Law. You needed an ally in this, someone as swooned over Law as you were, or maybe even more.

You squeezed Kid's shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kid mumbled to you, then turned to Law. "I told you, Trafalgar. I ain't done yet."

Oh, you could get behind this. Mustering up your energy, you shifted to kneel in between Kid's legs as you kissed his semi-hard length and wiggled your butt, hoping Law would catch a hint.

And so he did. With Kid's muscled chest in front of you, you felt Law position himself behind you, his thighs connecting with the underside of yours. His cock was hard when he rubbed it in and out against your entrance. He must have held back his orgasm when he was with Drake.

Drake himself chose to recline back, the mattress dipping under his weight. "I'll stay out of this one," he said, meeting your eyes. "You look good like this, (Name)."

You smiled against Kid's cock, dotting it with kisses. "Law, what did you do to him?"

Law only chuckled behind you. He brought your thighs closer together so that there was more friction for him as he prodded against your inner thighs but not yet entering, your previous wetness acting as a perfect lube. "He'll be fine. You should be worrying about yourself."

A slow lick to the tip. A swirl of your tongue around it. Then taking half of it into your mouth and sucking lightly. Then repeating. You set that pace for yourself, trying to breathe through your nose and maintaining your sanity with Law's ministrations on your behind and Kid's occasional grunts and breaths of pleasure. You weren't aiming to make Kid cum again, you only wanted to prolong the pleasure for him.

Eventually, you couldn't take the teasing anymore. You released your mouth to speak. "Law! For God's sake, will you stick it in already?"

"Will you be able to cum?" Law asked, his voice somehow collected despite his painful hardness.

"I don't know. Doesn't matter. I just want to feel you."

"You heard her, Trafalgar. Go on," Kid backed you up. His hand cupped your cheek and guided you back to his cock. A part of you wondered whether he wanted to see you getting railed while sucking him dry or to see Law at his most vulnerable as well as his sexiest. Maybe both.

Your belly spasmed with excitement when Law eventually pressed himself against you, his warm hands kneading your waist as he pulled you back onto his dick, filling you slowly. You restrained yourself from moaning with Kid's cock still in your mouth.

Your legs shook even more than before. Law must have noticed because he guided you to rest on his thighs, the whole weight on him. His pace was steady and you were almost able to handle it, but then you felt one of his hands on your clit as it traced fast circles, his touch causing pleasure to spike up again. You were glad you couldn't see him or you would have reached your climax right there.

He must have been quite a sight because when you peeked up at Kid, you only saw how smitten he was. His eyes were on Law, emitting pure lust, his mouth parted and you knew it yearned for Law's lips.

Law was the perfect lover, you now had the first-hand proof. His cock prodded you exactly where you wished, his girth not too much and not too little. The speed in which he took it out of you and then shifted it back inside made you see stars and caused you to gasp out loud every other second, your breasts jolting. And the way in which he caressed your clit, aware exactly how to stimulate it - it was as if he'd known you and your body for years.

"Law..." you moaned, releasing Kid and struggling to keep yourself in place. "How the fuck are you so good?"

He only scoffed. "Save your breath, (Name)-ya."

Law knew, he must have known how amazing he was. For some reason that riled you up. Kid must have felt the same because he suddenly stood up, leaving you to lean yourself against the mattress. You watched him as he approached Law, stroking his cock.

And then he knelt beside him and kissed him in a kiss so searing, you felt it in your insides.

Law's hips jolted forward, pushing his cock deeper into you, but you only paid mind to them, not your pleasure.

You followed the movements of their lips, conjoined and bruised, the way Law's hands raked against Kid's chest and neck, causing the other male to stir and lean into the sensation, their chests mending together in a heap of leather straps and muscles and tattoos.

Law's cock still hadn't left you. You prepared to take him out yourself and give them an opportunity for some two-man action, but then you felt the mattress shift.

"(Name)..." Drake muttered, his hand stroking his cock. "As much as I would have liked it, I don't think we can beat them when it comes to visuals."

"Agreed." You raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to stay out of this one?"

"How could I, when you look so beautiful?"

His abs twitched with every stroke of his hand along his length, his hair wild and sticking to his temples.

"What did Law do, before?" you asked, unable to contain the curiosity. "Does he have a beer-flavored cock or something?"

Drake flushed and shifted. "No. But he's really good with his mouth."

It was hard not to roll your eyes. Was there anything that guy wasn't good at?

"Well, then. I might not be as good as Law, but I can try." You licked your lips and eyed his cock. Drake came closer, allowing you to reach his tip and give it a kitten lick.

And that was when Law resumed his pace inside you. His cock throbbed, and you imagined how much self-restraint it must have taken in order not to let himself cum yet. Drake drew in a sharp breath. First you thought it was because of how you rubbed your tongue on the underside of his dick, but then you noticed his eyes were fixed behind you.

Kid was standing beside Law, grasping his hair and pushing his cock in and out of his mouth. The movements of Law's lips caused Kid to throw his head back and groan, eyes shut and back taut. Their chests heavied, glistening with sweat, and you moaned at the sight. How was Law handling both you and Kid at the same time? You barely made it out with Kid alone.

You could feel how close Law was, and you let yourself fall back to meet his thrusts to help him orgasm. Drake's cock was already hard in your mouth as you grazed it lightly with your tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Law!" Kid growled behind you, and a series of curses and groans that followed suggested that Kid had reached his peak. It was the first time you had heard him say Law's actual name.

You wished you had seen that moment, but you were too occupied with regarding how gorgeous Drake looked before you, vulnerable and on his own edge.

You felt a weight on your back, and suddenly there was Law speaking right into your ear, his pace picking up, his attention fully on you.

"(Name)-ya... Is this fine?" he asked with that low voice of his that was capable of driving anyone crazy.

Drake guided his cock away from your mouth and began stroking it wildly, eager for release.

"Gods, yes, Law!"

Law's hands took ahold of your breasts as he thrust into you, the hilt of his dick slamming against your sensitive skin and his hot breath tickling your ear. It was still too early for you to cum, but the sensations were far too good for you to care.

"Inside?" he rasped deliciously, his hips halting mid-thrust. Even then, he had the strength of mind to stop right at his edge.

"Yes, please," you breathed, and that was all the confirmation he needed to proceed, his cock throbbing one last time and finally releasing inside you, his weight doubling on your back as he lost control of himself for a split second, groaning against the crook of your neck in delight.

You stayed like that for a while, relishing in the pleasure, before he composed himself and looped his strong arms around your waist to support you.

There was no energy left in your body, not an ounce, but Law had caught on. He picked you up and settled you on the mattress right beside Drake.

"You did well, (Name)-ya. Need any help with that?" Law directed his question towards Drake and his still-hard cock in his hand.

Drake flushed but managed a smirk. "No, thank you."

You couldn't help but giggle at the exchange. Despite being covered in various bodily fluids, exhausted and aching to sleep, you wanted to help Drake come before you settled for the night - or the remaining of it.

Law only shrugged and walked over to where Kid was standing on the opposite end of the room, both of them dressing up.

"So," Drake started, "did you enjoy yourself?" His hand moved slowly along his shaft, his blue eyes on you.

"More than I imagined. I can't believe we thought Law was a virgin." You bit your lip. "But all of this made me wish to live even harder."

His kiss was as slow as the movements of his hand - lips connected, you attempted to push the negativity back out of your mind for at least a while more.

You let your hand rest on his, then guided it so that you were the one stroking him, your thumb rubbing on his tip and causing him to breathe deeper.

"Will you come for me?" you asked, picking up the speed.

He only nodded, his jawbone taut and lips pressed together. "Please," he stuttered out, "darling, if you let me."

And so you did, your hand swirling and rubbing all of him until his whole body flexed underneath you and he thrust forward into your palm, his release coating your fingers and dripping on the mattress, his moan ringing around the room and causing Kid and Law to look up.

"There we go," Kid teased. "Finally."

"Don't mind him," you whispered into Drake's ear and wrapped your arms around his neck after making a point of licking your hand clean of his release.

Suddenly you were picked up in his arms. The stale air of the cave changed into the fresh wind as Drake sat against the wall right by the entrance. The night was still around you, Onigashima flickering beneath your feet.

The air made you shiver, but Drake only pulled you closer into his embrace. His skin was hot despite him being as naked as you and he heated you up in no time.

You stared at the skull-shaped island and the tiny lights around it. All your previous worries had come flooding back. When you were with the three captains before, surrounded by their strong bodies, you had never felt safer. You knew they could shield you from any harm and enemy.

But tomorrow, when they would be swarmed by the masses and the Beast himself...

You buried your face in Drake's neck. His hand immediately flew to stroke your hair.

"I know... I'm thinking about it, too," he said, his voice somber. "I'm only hoping I'll be strong enough to protect you."

The wind howled. You had said nothing as you both stared off at the island of Onigashima.

[crapitskizaru]

lord have mercy, my heart can't handle a dinosaur

Hatchling - a gift fic for Crapitskizaru

The cacophony of students’ voices behind him, mixed with the squeaking of his whiteboard pen, and the bright early light invading from windows of his classroom was beginning to give him a migraine. Last night’s hangover added to his discomfort, but for that he had only his own weakness to blame.

His own, beautiful weakness. Said weakness was sitting in their seat, looking radiant and upbeat, idly playing with the plastic trays full of alligator babies. The recent hatchlings had been an unexpected boon for Drake’s Reptilian Zoology class that he taught at the local university. The tiny toothed babies peeped like laser beams, eager to climb all over each other in search for chin scritches from those brave enough to offer them. 

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Hy can I request a NSFW scenario for X Drake? (Anything you feel like writing,really)

As much as I would love to do some dinofilth, ‘anything’ is sadly a little too vague for me to go on :’) I need at least a rough idea of what you would like, aside from filth xd

[crapitskizaru]

Tied to Your Body. (Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2,9k

Inspired by the whole album of Monsta X, The Dreaming, but especially by the song Tied to Your Body.

If he comes inside, it will be the most boring highlight of the day for you.

The soft sheets beneath you rub against your naked body as you are repeatedly pushed against them by the movements of your lover. The sharp lighting of his cabin striking your eyes so you finally close them and lean your cheek against his, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck to hold yourself in a good position for him to push inside. You fight the urge to just let your arms go - he probably wouldn't notice, and they are really starting to hurt from being elevated for so long.

His warm body lays on top of yours and causes you to tilt with his regular thrusts. You can feel his hand holding your breast, the other one placed on your buttcheek as your legs are spread on either side of his hips.

The bed squeaks every other second on the dot, like a world's perfect metronome.

With your eyes closed, you focus on your other senses. His sharp smell - of rubbing alcohol or just vodka, it's hard to tell - mixes with the scent of freshly laundered sheets. You remember the bouquet of thirty-six crimson roses on the nightstand and wish you could smell them too. And count them one more time, while you're at it.

Your fingers drift softly against his hair as you get a whiff of the mint shampoo he so likes.

His cock pushes inside you, then goes halfway back and goes in again. You can feel the muscles of his chest on your stomach and you imagine how you would rub your hands against those, back when you were only dating, tracing the inked lines of his tattoo and going down on him, undoing his zipper and taking as much of his cock into your mouth as you could.

He would blink a few times, reclining his head back on impulse but then immediately looking down to see your face when you pleasured him. His fingers would cup your cheek and he would whisper how gorgeous you looked on your knees, but he always returned the favor twofold, with his lips, his fingers, his tongue... God, the things his tongue could do.

Your head rolls back and you catch yourself almost falling asleep onto the pillows. You open your eyes to peek around his cabin and they land on the blue sky behind the windowpane, then on the roses. You squint, trying to ignore the harsh lighting of the room.

One...two...three... A petal falls from the fourth rose.

His regular pace morphs into a slightly quicker one. He must be getting close to his climax.

Five...six...seven...

You can feel his cock throb against you. Even closer now, maybe a minute or two left.

Oh, the roses. How you love when he brings those every time before you go to bed together. Where he gets them, you have no idea. But they are extraordinary in their satiated crimson, the soft petals, the strong scent. Every bouquet is the same, charming and delightful, luring you right between the sheets with him. Yes, charming but always the same - a perfect metaphor of the sex itself.

Your abdomen tightens, preparing for your own climax. It will come before his, your inside will close around him and pleasure him once more before he cums.

You think of how he looked at you when you first met, the glances he stole from the corner of his eye, the conversations you had of the past and the future, the history and the present, the dreams and goals and wishes. The first gift from him you will always remember, a silver pendant with an engraving meant for you, only for you... And the memories of how he courted you, respectfully and tactfully, that - followed by the rings, and earrings, and roses - was the best gift of all. The looks he gave you as he studied you like you were the most intriguing work of art...

You don't have to turn your face to know what his expression is now - focused, his breathing deep and regular, he hasn't even broken a sweat. But you stroke his hair nonetheless, you love the pleasure and the warmth he gives you every other night.

"Oh, Law," you sigh his name, lost in how delicate he was back when you dated, how vulnerable and sweet, how engrossed...

He stirs. And then he stops his movements, face moving away from your neck.

"(Name)-ya? What's wrong?"

You frown. Your arms have to move down to rest on his back, you simply don't have the strength to hold them up around his neck anymore. "Nothing, sweetie. I just...wanted to say your name."

He's propping himself on his elbows above you to look at your eyes. As his weight leaves you, so does the engulfing warmth.

"That was the most boring version of my name I've ever heard."

You catch yourself admiring his face, his steel eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, his lips - you remember how he kissed you, with passion, adoration, with a yearning.

Your fingers stroke his jawbone. "Please, Law, I'm very close. Make love to me. Let me cum." You buckle your hips against him to spur him on, his cock buries itself deep inside you.

The smell of mint and alcohol comes right back to you when he leans into your embrace. His lips rub against yours a couple of times before he envelops your lower lip with his and nibbles on it. That man knows how to use his mouth, you smirk into the affection.

"You're falling asleep on me," he accuses.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

You sigh. "Please, for the love of God, don't tease me, sweetie. I want to cum already."

His mouth moves away from yours and lands on your neck, pecking and licking. "You just want this to be over with, don't you?"

Your body stirs as if electrified. To hear him say it, your thoughts and guilt spoken out loud... A heat blooms all over your face and neck. The tightness in your abdomen from the pressure of his cock changes into tightness from the sudden anxiety.

"No? What? Of course not. I love having sex with you."

Your mind flies back to the first time you two made love. The whole night, it was difficult to enjoy it fully since you couldn't believe you were having sex with the most alluring man on the planet. That night, his smell, his gaze, his strong arms and skilled fingers, his tattoos and his beauty overtook you forever.

He raises an eyebrow. And he pulls out, his cock wet and slick and still hard as ever. It stands against his abdomen, smearing against his skin.

"It must not be your day, (Name)-ya. You're a better liar than this."

"How would you know if I'm a good liar or not?"

His breath tickles your cheek as he leans right into your ear. "I can tell. Every time. In the way you speak. And you squint your right eye a little bit."

He smirks at your indignant scoff. It's hard to meet his eyes, so you settle for fighting against the bright lights of the cabin instead.

"I can't believe... Wow. Uhuh. No, that's not- What's the purpose of this? We were having sex just now. I feel like you're interrogating me."

"If that were the case, you would have been arrested already."

"Law!"

"Tell me. Am I boring you?" He comes closer again and you cup his face, finding the resolve to make eye contact.

"No. I just... Well, okay, maybe a little bit. I wish we could mix it up. I wish it was like... you know. Like before."

His hands move against your body, caressing and exploring. He blinks. "I know. I remember. I think I had more energy back then, and now... It's like I don't have it in me anymore."

Suddenly you throw your hands around him and push him against your chest in a hug. His words are just so sweet, still so dedicated, you can't help yourself. "Oh my God, I love you! I love everything about you, Law." You squeeze him harder. "It's okay. Not the end of the world. And it's no wonder we're out of energy, we've been doing this for... how long?"

"Every other day, for three months," he says with difficulty from your intensified hold.

"Well then, I know how much you want this, but maybe we should give it a rest."

You both peek at your stomach, and Law moves his hand to rest there, tracing circles with his fingers. "That might be...for the best."

He struggles with getting the words out, but once he does, he relaxes visibly in your arms.

"I'll be honest, it's started to feel like a breeding ritual. Same time, same place, always the flowers... Not that I'm complaining about them. I adore them," you babble.

There's amusement in his voice. "I like them, too. When I see roses I always think about you. As for the breeding ritual, well... I wouldn't have put it that way. But I understand."

"I'm surprised your dick is still intact. Working so hard, always up for duty, always filling me-"

Law growls at your words and smothers them away with a kiss. His desire seemingly comes back in full when his hand on your waist brings you closer to his body, his other hand tangled in your hair as you make out, entwined.

"Law," you gasp out loud. You're already out of breath, panting and leaning into his touch, craving it. His lips not stopping for even a moment as he pecks and kisses and caresses the corners of your lips, your jawbone and your cheeks, moving down into your neck and behind your ear. "Oh my...God, Law-"

The blood rushes in your veins when his arms hoist you up from the bed. Your head spins and you can't stop your body from already returning his affections, trying to grasp, feel everything of him. He walks with you in his strong grip, your legs around his waist. Then you feel the wooden planks on your back as he presses you slightly against the wall.

You loop your arms around his neck - now full of energy - fingers reaching and scratching his scalp.

"I love you," he sighs against the crook of your neck. His cock pushes inside you once more, it's cold from the outside air and sends an electric feeling down your spine. "If you still believe me, I fucking love you-"

Once he's said that, he can't stop - moaning and sighing the words all over again, how much he loves everything about you. It's overwhelming, and your thoughts can't gather. The only thing you can focus on is the familiar tightness in your belly, now shooting up again from the eager movements of his cock circling and drilling inside. That's how it felt. That's exactly how it felt back then.

Your brain flashes you images from the past - how he made love to you the same way he is doing it now, restlessly and longingly, craving for the climax and to be able to start all over again until your bodies give in. How he kissed you just like he is kissing you now, with purpose, with affection, with 'I love you's whispered into your lips. How his decorated hands kneaded and brushed and cradled your breasts just like now, your thighs and your butt, as if he can't get your body close enough to his.

Your back slamming against the wall, his hitched breath in your ear, it drives you crazy with lust as you tighten your legs around him even more.

You want to talk to him, tell him all about your feelings as you normally would, praise him and spur him on but you can only moan his name, over again, as it gets stuck in your throat and fills your brain until there's nothing else you can think about other than him.

His cock throbs - that much hasn't changed - and you know he's brought himself close to release again. His hand scoops up your butt and brings you into his repeated thrusts, hair tousled, he closes his eyes and his head rolls back.

"(Name)-ya... God, fuck! Oh my God-" His whole body taunts like a string of a bow and he cums with the same expression on his face you've seen a thousand times - relief, and ecstasy, satisfaction and love.

You moan with him - the sensation of his release makes you shudder with pleasure.

His breathing ragged, he brings his forehead to touch yours as he composes himself. He pulls out his limp cock and droplets of cum drip down into your inner thigh.

"I love you too, Law," you laugh into his kiss and try to collect your scattered thoughts. He's always made you cum, no matter how precise and repeated the sex was, you were always pleasured the most at the end. And now that things are back to how they used to be, you wonder what he might come up with.

And the glint in his eye tells you all there is to know. His arms, reliable and strong as usual, bring you right back into the bed. Setting you down on your back, he kneels between your legs and massages your calves, then your thighs, going further to touch your stomach and breasts. It's hard to peel your eyes away from his wide chest - inked, with hard muscles, shining with sweat.

"We've done it here, on the bed. You were so eager... and you wore that matching black lingerie set. Were you expecting us to have sex?"

It takes a moment for you to find words. Is it a coincidence he's remembering your first time together when you have just done the same thing a few minutes ago? His change, in a spur of a moment, as if answering to your wishes and longings of the past, leaves you a little dizzy. But now he's sending you that self-satisfied smirk and you are brought right back down to Earth.

"I didn't know it will be that night, precisely. I started wearing the lingerie a week before, just to be safe," you answer, trying to scoop him into your embrace again but he doesn't let you. Instead, he puts his warm palms on your breasts and starts to rub them, slowly at first, his fingers stimulating your nipples.

"Hmm. So you knew I wouldn't be able to resist you."

You pout, trying to play it cool. The sensation on your breast is incredible, and it feels so safe to have him do it. "I saw how much effort you put into courting me, how much you tried... I was the one not able to resist."

"When I saw those for the first time..." Law leans in and kisses each of your breasts. He tries to hide his rising smile. "I remember how happy I was. I feel the same thing every time. And when I first pleasured you, it was- Mmph-"

He fumbles as he goes down on you, lips tracing back along your belly button and then your inner thigh. You know why he can't put it into words - it was just that good, that sensational.

"If it feels good to you, then imagine how it feels to me. There's nothing else I love more than when you do it, Law."

His smirk is lost on you when he finally kisses you where you most want him - your pussy still wet and ready. You try to prepare yourself, your breathing already labored.

"Try to not wake up the whole ship, (Name)-ya," Law teases. You bite your lip to hide how hot you find his confidence.

"I think you already did before-"

His lips close around your entrance and you tense, hands reaching to tangle in his hair. His tongue licks up your folds, then flicks between them, causing your legs to tremble but he just puts them over his shoulders and goes right back to you. He rubs and reaches inside you, strokes and caresses your sensitive skin and so you can't help but moan out loud, urging him forward.

He spots a streak of his cum on the inside of your thigh and blends it away with his finger, then directs it to rub circles on your clit.

"Oh, Law! There, do it- mmh!" Your head rolls back into the pillows and you shiver from pleasure. He knows the spot that always makes you like this, his tongue entering and teasing all over your entrance, leaving you a hot mess. Your body stiffens and you wait for the climax, now already within reach. "Law!"

He pauses for a moment to lick his lips, gray eyes on you.

"There. That's how you say my name, love."

And then he goes back, stimulating you until you can't stifle it any longer and groan his name out loud in sync with your climax - it spills over you, your stomach and your legs like cold waves of the ocean. You tremble in his grasp until the waves subside and there's no energy left in your body to do anything other than to lie there, in the sheets, enveloped by his presence.

He laughs softly and rests beside you. "I forgot how entertaining this can be. Please, forgive me. I'll be mustering up my energy every time from now on."

All you want is to close your eyes and slip into a peaceful sleep with your man embracing you, but you manage to mutter out, "No, I'll be the one with all the energy next time. You better buckle up, sweetie."

His lips graze your ear.

"I can't wait, then."

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i can't even imagine the pain and suffering that eustass captain kid™ is going through in wano...seeing all the bare-chested men in kimonos with 18-pack abs and being forced to choose between them since killer only agreed to one other person for their threesome

[crapitskizaru]

My Pirate. (Eustass Kid x Reader)

Warning: filth, lil bit of weird roleplay, slight descriptions of gore scenes in a horror movie

Word Count: 1,9k

The darkness of the Halloween night behind the window would have been disturbing if it wasn’t for the close warmth beside you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Even if someone with ill intentions wanted to give you a scare, they would fail miserably - there was simply nothing scarier than the man you were currently cuddling with. You silently wondered if there was a safer place on Earth than the one you were in - his protective embrace.

“What a coward,” your boyfriend snarled. “You gotta find a weapon and fight. I wouldn’t ever run away, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” You moved your focus back to the screen. “But I think any murderer would rather be the one running away. You’re simply too scary to handle.”

His grimace turned into a smirk as he whispered into your ear. “But you can handle me.”

The voice he gave you was flirtatious and bluntly hinting at what it was that he wanted. But it didn’t take you by surprise, he was always like this. And so the TV screen consumed your attention once more.

The main protagonists in the movie were, to put it lightly, having a hard time. There were screams and jumpscares involved every few seconds, the unsettling music seemingly running down your veins with each turn of the camera and each location the murderer appeared in.

It didn’t bother your boyfriend at all. He laughed at the scene where teeth were brutally snatched out from one of the main character’s gums, he cheered the murderer on during their numerous attempt on skinning their victim alive.

In his amazing costume that resembled both a pirate and a New Romantic fashion, it felt as if Kid was born for Halloween. Ever since you’d gotten into a relationship, you always spent the night with him - and he always made sure to make it a memorable experience.

A moment of suspense from the sudden, lingering silence on-screen was abruptly cut off by a faint sound of a text message.

“It’s Killer,” Kid muttered, mindlessly scanning his phone. “Says he’ll be at least an hour late.”

“Mmmh...” Your casual stretch not going unnoticed by your boyfriend as he scooped you closer. “That’s good, actually. We’ll be able to finish the movie.”

“What movie?” His words were barely audible with how his lips were already in your neck, eagerly catching your skin.

“It tickles!” you laughed, grasping his hair. “Oh my God, at least wait until the movie ends-”

“What movie?” he repeated with a grin, huge body obscuring your vision of the screen as he moved to your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.

He went from mildly interested in all the sophisticated torture methods and gore scenes to being as enthusiastically turned-on as possible in literal seconds, it was difficult to catch a breath.

Your body only reacting after a few moments spent near his warmth; your mind dizzy with agitation and slight anxiety, there was no time to gather your thoughts.

His lips were cold against yours, your body numb with too many sensations - your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh, his chest pressed up against yours, his licking tongue and his whole frame that you struggled to grasp in your embrace.

Your palms rubbed feverishly around the nape of his neck, only to slide down and come around toward his front, mouth reaching to keep up with the pace of the kiss.

“I wanna have sex so badly,”‌ he groaned, parting and exhaling against your ear. “We can fuck before Killer comes.”‌

To give yourself some time to think the response through, you caught his lips again and tried to calm your racing thoughts; all of them currently busy with telling you how hot Kid was and how you could spend the whole night just making out with him on the couch.

“Let me just-” you finally breathed out, touching your forehead to his. “-go to the bathroom real quick.”‌

“Don’t take too long. Else I’ll just start jacking off on my own and cum in five minutes.”‌

After cupping his face and giving him a teasing peck, your legs felt shaky when you went upstairs for some time for yourself. There was no denying the hungry pool in your stomach that just ached to be satisfied by your boyfriend.

The trip to the bathroom was indeed as quick as you could make it, as you found yourself in the bedroom - wondering just which toys to grab for this particular night.

Before you could as much as evaluate the possibilities, your gaze landed behind the window. The darkness had been replaced by faint light reflecting from the moon, revealing the busy streets; all around there were spooky decorations hanging from the roofs, covering the gardens and driveways, shining on the lamp posts.

There was a distant feeling of longing in your heart at the sight - the chilly October weather, the soon perspective of the New Year, the veil of the supernatural in the air, it all added to the chills that ran down your spine.

You couldn’t wait to go out with Kid and his friends onto the streets and relish in the eerie atmosphere while admiring the costumes of passing-by strangers, all while taking attempts to frighten one another with scary stories.

“Changed your mind?”‌

Your heart skipped a beat, your face and chest heating up in surprise. There he was, his tall figure standing in the doorway.

“Hm?‌‌ Sorry, got a little��lost in thought,”‌ you smiled as he walked closer, his arms enveloping you from behind. “Just look, isn’t the night magical?”‌

“It is,”‌ he hummed. “But not magical enough to leave me hanging for so long.”‌

“Didn’t you say you would start jerking off on your own?”‌

“I’d rather you did it.”‌ He gave you a smirk. “Besides, I‌ had to check on you. What if I was a vicious pirate? What would you do?”‌

His tone was getting more teasing as he sent a few licks down your neck, the previous hunger and impatience seemingly lost. You had to admit - imagining your boyfriend as a pirate was as ridiculous as it was exciting, making the arousal in your gut heat up once more.

“You?‌ A vicious pirate?‌‌ You’re far too soft for that,”‌ you cooed and flushed your back against his chest harder. “You wouldn’t harm an innocent being. And I, sir, am as innocent as a human can get.”‌

“And the fact that all of our sex toys are displayed on the bed‌ is supposed to be the proof of that?‌‌”‌

You tried to hide the embarrassment by reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his face into your neck once again.

He just chuckled. “Very innocent, indeed.”‌

“Even if you were a pirate…I’d have captivated you with my natural charm,”‌ you muttered while pressing your butt against his groin. “And took it from there.”‌

His satisfied grunt was followed by the harsh dig of his nails into your hipbones, hands already moving to get rid of the costume you had on.

“What if I was very vicious?”‌‌ One movement exposed your skin to the chilly air of the room that was soon forgotten when his warm palms kneaded your butt. “Vicious and cruel. And savage.”‌‌ He accented the last word with a harsh bite to your neck.

You couldn’t stifle the moan that was breathed out as soon as you rest your head back against his shoulder.

“I‌ would have begged that pirate.”‌‌ Your body responded to your needs faster than you’d have imagined as it rubbed along your boyfriend’s in a needy manner. “I‌ would have begged and pleaded for him to take me.”‌

“And if that pirate would make you scream your name?‌ Would you still want him?”‌

“Yes,”‌ you whispered, closing your eyes and heightening the sensations of his warm body near yours, his hands roaming around your chest, lips taking care of your neck. “Yes. Please.”‌

You could feel him rubbing against your backside, the slow rolls of his hips so distant to his usual manner. The window in front of you acted as nothing else than a way for you to support yourself as the weight behind you suddenly disappeared, only to come back to you after a few seconds.

Kid poured the lube into his hand, pants already down to his ankles, the slicky sound of it being spread along his cock cutting through the silent, dark room and digging deep into your gut in anticipation.

You rested your hands against the windowpane, spreading your legs open as if to offer yourself up to him completely.

His name was whispered when one of your hands got ahold of his hair again, your mouth catching the corner of his lips but soon flying open when you felt him pushing himself inside of you.

Hips snapping against your skin, he set the pace as rough but oddly slow, his breath on your ear.

“That’s not very vicious,”‌ you hummed, resting your forehead on the window glass. This time your senses were far too distracted to pay attention to the lovely sight of the Halloween night.

“You just wait.”‌

You felt his length poking and rubbing inside, the pleasure already starting to wake in your gut. His fingers dove forward to stroke your thighs and in between them - wherever he reached, your legs seemed to give out and start to tremble from the amount of stimulation.

His warm skin touching yours kept on sending sparks up and down your spine, and his words - those being whispered and mumbled so intimately - made you feel like you two were the only people in the universe, right at that moment.

You tried to lean on the window to prevent yourself from sliding down, but there was hardly any strength left in your body. The matter being quickly disregarded when your boyfriend hoisted you up and pushed himself even deeper.

He grunted with pleasure. “I‌ fucking love how you feel around me.”‌

His thrusts began to slide harder inside, his pace even - the friction and delicious sensation of being filled started to set your whole body aflame until its burst was laying within your reach.

“I‌ love you,”‌ the whisper stumbled from your lips before you could stop it, but you were too lost in Kid’s presence to care. “I‌ love you.‌”

“‌I know,‌” he smirked, his cock rolling into your inside relentlessly and drawing a sharp breath each time. “Who wouldn’t?”‌

The teasing tone earned him a quick bite on the lip as you pulled him into a kiss, it being the last impulse you needed to gasp his name out loud and reach your high.

You fell forward against the window, worn out and still shaken by the roaming pleasure between your legs. Your boyfriend was also near his release, as he suddenly pulled out and came on your back with a breathless groan. “Oh, fuck!”

His body was soon slumped over yours, his heavy breath heating up your skin even more. You felt a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“I would do anything for you.‌ You little shit.”‌

“I know,”‌ you laughed weakly and turned around to face him, finally able to give him a proper kiss. “‌Who wouldn’t?”‌

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Sugar Daddy!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Yo jurassic queen! Whats up! I hope your having a great week. Can I request a short scenario with sugar daddy law and his new sugar baby that's thirsting for him but trying to hide it. Maybe shes a bit Tsundere about it. Im in the mood for loving on my death dr. Please and thank you.

What about waking up in laws bed in one of his coats and his bed juts smells like him and of course his hoodie, and then you walk downstairs to see law standing there making breakfast (because he is a big teddy bear) and he’s wearing a tight black shirt (you know who I am 😉)

Warning: the shitty death doctor is fcking going for it + filthy vibes but not really

Word Count: 1k

Even the heavy scent of rain and the overcast sky behind the windows couldn’t stifle the feeling of excitement she got when she woke up in a bed overtaken by his scent. 

The sheets were crumpled under her fingers - letting her recall the shameless acts mixed with heated passion of the previous night. He was just so addicting with his witty charms and sparkling intelligence, and those grey eyes that she was more than glad to lose herself in. 

Where was he now? He and the morning kisses they were supposed to share in her daydreams, his strong arms around her as they both wake up in the same bed? He must have been enjoying himself last night, she was sure of that. Anyone would be able to tell - with his possessive touches and commands given with that raspy voice of his, with the way he took her several times, as many as he could. 

She put on the first thing she found crumpled on the floor - his shirt, discarded carelessly a few hours before by his quick fingers as he allowed her to feel more of him and his defined muscles. 

She made a short visit to the bathroom to freshen up before finally gathering enough courage to show herself downstairs.

Her stomach made a little backflip when she saw him - in hawaiian-themed shorts and a black shirt, far too tight to leave her desires unbothered, he was shuffling around the kitchen. 

Apparently, watching various types of fruits being cut and smashed while accompanied by the dramatic whirring of the blades in a blender must have put him in a good mood as he smirked to himself.

“I wouldn’t ever think I’d say this, especially after last night, but you look cute like this. Doctor,” she said, raising an eyebrow while punctuating the last word, which also happened to be a nickname he so loved to hear in bed. He kept his eyes on her as she came closer. “Good morning.” 

“‘Cute’ is definitely not the impression I was going for,” he murmured quietly, leaning his face closer to hers, as if to peck her on the lips. Just when they were about to touch, a metallic sound of swirling blades caused her to jump in surprise as he suddenly turned the blender on. He observed her reaction, clearly amused. 

“You’ve got issues,” she laughed. The sight of his ab muscles twitching underneath that black shirt with his every move made her bite her lip in need. 

“I thought I made that clear already.” 

For some reason it felt weird - seeing him outside the bed, her fingers not tangled in his messy hair anymore, breathing in his scent and having a casual talk over breakfast. She could swear she was naked with him, orgasming and calling all sorts of pleads and begs out not more than just few minutes ago. 

Meanwhile, he was acting as if it never happened. He sat down at the table, grabbing a newspaper in one hand and slurping on his smoothie through a pink straw. 

She had no choice but to follow in his steps as she made herself a toast to munch on and sat beside him. 

It was the weekend, and from his movements being the opposite of hurried, as well as the cloudy weather outside that certainly wasn’t encouraging, he seemed as if he wasn’t planning on leaving the house. 

This caused her mind to come up with all sorts of positions they could do it around the apartment - how he could ravage her on the kitchen counter, grip her against the wall or let her ride him on the couch. All of that, playing in her imagination, while he kept slurping on his smoothie and not tearing his gaze away from the paper. 

She almost choked on her toast when he suddenly stretched a little and let out a wheeze, followed by a deep grunt. Was he doing it on purpose? 

Her legs involuntarily clamped together when the wetness in between them started getting uncomfortable. She hastily stood up and went to put her dish away, when in reality turning her back on him was the only way she could get her eyes off of his frame. Leaning against the counter, she could almost feel his arms crawling around her waist, his lips beside her ear, his familiar scent taking over her senses...

“Did I not leave you satisfied last night? Do you still want me?” His whisper made her heart jump in surprise as he suddenly appeared behind her. “You look like you want me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to keep her voice steady. Could he feel the heat coming from between her thighs? She hoped not. 

“You don’t have to pretend. I would have to be blind to miss the way you look at me. Or even then, I could take ahold of you and immediately know that you want more.” His lips kept brushing against her skin as he spoke in a low voice, his hands already gripping her waist. “We’re alone. Completely alone at my place, undisturbed. Do you think I would just let you be?” 

An uncontrolled gasp left her mouth when his tone, his words and the warmth of his body took the better of her. Her head rolled back to rest against his chest. “Please. Please, take me.” 

He smirked, tightening the embrace around her.

“Oh, I will. We’ve got a whole day and night ahead of us. You will have to come up with new nicknames, sweetheart.” 

[crapitskizaru]

Seal the Deal: Edgy Punk, Kidbad™️ and Dino Version

How about short scenarios/or hcs with Kid, Law and your loved Dino Daddy reacting to their s/o wanting to record themselves having sex 🔥 

Warning: idek what to make of the dino anymore :<

Shady Dino 

👀 “W-what? Why?” 

👀 as much as the sheer idea of recording himself during such intimate times simply disturbs him, he’s mostly just surprised that his partner even came up with such offer 

👀 he might not be the one to speak up about various plays in bed and implementing kinks, but he surely wouldn’t protest once his partner suggests trying something new 

👀 given that we only now got to learn about him leading a double life, secrecy needs to be his number one priority - it’s not even the case of it being a requirement, as a secret agent; he’s been living a lie for so long that obsessively worrying about privacy started to become a part of his nature 

👀 so, as much as he loves to listen to his partner’s ideas and new sex scenarios, sealing their intimate moments into something that is almost permanent and could fall into wrong hands is just too much for this dino 

👀 “W-what if Kaido sees it?!”

Trafalgar the Fucking Law 

🙈 “Um. Well.” 

🙈 the fact that it’s so weird and kind of kinky causes him to hesitate - the rational side of him that suggests this might be a bad idea battles with the side that makes him curious to see in 3rd person how he really is in bed 

🙈 he could treat it as a method for self-critique of sorts; although watching himself getting laid wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’s done in his life, it’d surely make him embarrassed if he heard his own dirty talk 

🙈 “Do I really...sound like this?” 

🙈 if his partner begs and pleads long enough, they might finally wear him out and he’d reluctantly agree to try it - as soon as things start to get more heated, he forgets about the camera and focuses purely on all the pleasure 

🙈 would be so careful and thorough with hiding the tapes; if Penguin or Shachi ever find them, he’d either log out from life or watch the horrified look on their faces with mild amusement and a proud smirk :) 

The Poor Spawn of Satan

💥 “That’s fucked up. I like it.” 

💥 I don’t think he’d ever come up with this idea, but he’s a number one fan as soon as he gets to hear about it from his partner - is there anything better than to see for himself how amazing he is in bed? 

💥 or, rather, how amazing he hopes he is; since his insecurities don’t let him live a day in peace, he’d secretly want to watch the tape and check for eventual habits/positions of his that could be fixed or done better

💥 when the camera is set up, he can’t help but show off in front of it; whether it’s intentional or not, he starts to be louder, rougher, somehow more enthusiastic than ever - although he wouldn’t ever let his soft side, as well as his submissive side, be seen and captured 

💥 it’s not unlikely that he and his partner would create a whole series of pornography; dozens of tapes lying around the ship without a care in the world, making Killer paranoid about watching his favorite movies in case he’d ever mistake his captain’s sex tape for The Wedding Planner or the latest season of his fav cooking show 

[crapitskizaru]

Anxious!Sub!Eustass Kid x Dom!Fem!Reader

HOO BOY YOU WANT SUB ANGSTY KID?? HAVE I GOT A PROMPT FOR YOU. How about kid is feeling insecure/has a shit day and just wants his fem so to dom him/make him feel better, so like a comfort smut?

Warning: well - upsetting themes, miserable kiddo, soft filth (: + it kinda took a turn idk

Word Count: 1,9k

When you’re sailing on the open ocean, no day is the same. There’s always something to do - something to check, something to repair. And even though the captain looked bored, standing on the quarterdeck and bouncing his leg up and down while staring off at the horizon, boredom was the last thing on his mind.

She observed as Kid briskly marched below the deck, finally giving up. He rarely let anything overwhelm him, but this time stress seemed to get the better of his rationality. 

“I’ll go,” Killer said, muscular arms crossed on his chest. He must have seen his captain’s uneasy expression as well. 

“No, I will,” she replied. “I know exactly how to cheer him up.” 

She found him in his cabin, hunched over the maps sprawled carelessly on the table. He couldn’t have been paying them much attention - when she came closer, he seemed spaced out. 

“Hey,” she muttered, rubbing his shoulder. “How are you feeling?” 

“Great.” 

He could feel the tension in his body. But what worried him even more was the almost tangible fear clouding his mind, messing up the rational thoughts, reversing his judgement. 

How was he supposed to be a captain? How can he lead his crew to another battle if he’s already losing the one he’s fighting with his own self? 

“Wanna take a nap together?” She wanted to rest her chin on his shoulder but he kept fidgeting, so she settled for loosely hugging his arm. He needed contact, touch, affection. 

His grumpy response was barely audible. Thankfully, he didn’t oppose when she started dragging him towards the bed. Before she managed to as much as feel the texture of the sheets, Kid was already buried in the blankets. For a while, the only sounds in the cabin were his steady breaths. 

He needed to rest, to escape from the anxious thoughts. But there was one thing he needed even more than that. 

“Kid,” she said, keeping her voice low and gentle. “I can help. You know that.” 

His careless grumble got muffled by a pillow. Despite the wrinkles on his forehead, his sleepy expression oozed with calmness - she wished it wouldn’t go away the moment he decides to leave the bed. 

“Wake me up when you find One Piece,” he mumbled. “And I get to be the Pirate King. And I also get to take the treasure.” 

She started stroking his hair, furrowing her eyebrows upon hearing the demands. “What’s in it for me then?” 

“This world is so fucked up. Does everything need to be a good deal for you? Can’t you just help me for free?” 

His heart felt a little bit lighter when he heard her laugh. And when she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, he was ready to forget about the whole world and focus on her. 

“Nothing comes for free,” she said with a smile. Then she leaned in and kissed him. “Maybe besides this.” 

Just when he felt her wanting to pull back, he bit down on her lip and deepened the kiss.

“You know I’m a sucker for free shit.”

She laughed again, brushing her lips against his. The warmth radiating off of him already seeped through her clothing. Somehow, it felt familiar, as if she was coming home. 

He didn’t give her time to savour the moment. His arm threw one of the blankets around her body and tugged her closer. She could feel how pure excitement was boiling inside him when she looped her arms around his neck. He was so close, so warm and so familiar. He must have been her home. 

“Wait,” she managed to mumble in between the kisses, just when he was getting ready to get on top of her. “I came here to help you.” 

“You are helping me.” His hand maneuvered around the blankets and landed on her butt, squeezing it shamelessly. “See? That’s my kind of therapy.” 

A part of her didn’t want him to stop - his lips kept caressing her neck, hands rubbing her body in all of the right places, it felt so good. But there was something more important than her pleasure. 

“I thought you’re a good liar.” 

This time he was the one confused, pulling away from her. “I’m not lying. I really wanna fuck.” 

She cupped his face and studied it with a worried look. He was obnoxious, yes, rowdy and wild and just so brave. But he was also young, far too young to carry such weight on his shoulders. 

“Tell me what’s bothering you then,” she whispered, slowly climbing to straddle his lap. “I want to hear everything.” 

“And if I do? Are we going to fuck?” 

“No, you asshole. I will make love to you. You deserve it.” 

He rolled his eyes and moved his hands to rest on her hips. “Same deal.”

Her eyebrow raised expectantly. When he became silent for a few moments, a writhing coldness started to spread inside her stomach. What if she was wrong? What if she’s just embarrassing herself, trying to find a hidden meaning behind his recent, seemingly nervous habits? 

And then another thought came, way worse than all the others. 

What if he just wanted sex? What if that was the only thing he cared about?

Meanwhile, another sort of anxious questions started appearing in Kid’s mind. Being her captain, he shouldn’t reveal his insecurities, shouldn’t let his weaknesses show. No one cared about that anyway. 

And yet, she kept on asking. 

“We’re in the New World,” she started, breaking the silence. “It’s dangerous. Are you scared you’re not strong enough?” 

He snorted with contempt. “That’s the only thing I’m not worried about. I’ll crush anyone who stands in my path.” 

At that moment, speaking with a firm, low voice, he seemed fearless. Being alone with such man in the cabin, having him underneath her sent a rush of excitement down her spine. 

She leaned in for a kiss. The sudden friction caused her to sway her hips, almost unconsciously, against his groin and the strike of pleasure immediately pushed her to speed up the movements. 

He didn’t even try to restrain the loud, shameless groan. 

“Oh? Does someone want to be pleasured?” she cooed, caressing his cheek. Her thighs tightened their grip around him and when she started rubbing against him again, the friction increased. 

He bit down on his lip and nodded; the simple action only reassuring her that he was already in the mood - willing to let go of his constant obligation to be the one giving out orders.

The sight of her on top, being in control, her wary gaze and confident manner put him at ease; it felt as if all the responsibility shifted, even for a short moment, to someone else. 

“You deserve a good captain,” he said, eyes focused on her face. “All of you. Not a coward.” 

“Are you calling yourself a coward?” 

Instead of waiting for his response, she indulged in claiming his lips harshly, feverishly. Violently. One thing she was sure of, learned from the time she spent on this ship, was the fact that Kid had no mercy for cowards. They were the ones receiving the worst kinds of torture when captured by the crew, they were the ones sure to be murdered first - they were mocked, insulted and despised by him. Could he really think the same of himself?

He scowled. “I’m not running away from anything.” 

“But you are scared.” 

She studied his pained expression, the way he averted his gaze and pushed his hips upwards against her, impatiently, as if wanting to shift his attention to something else. 

She couldn’t blame him for that. His hardness had been becoming more and more obvious in the past few minutes, rubbing against her inner thigh - she wanted nothing more than to ride him until she starts crying out to the heavens. 

“Follow my lead,” she whispered, biting his ear. Her legs began trembling from nerves and anticipation when she set the pace of her movements, humping directly against his groin each time. 

Every single thought suddenly evaporated from her mind, apart from the one that kept repeating over and over again - it feels so good. She gripped the sheets - the slicky sound their lips made while connecting spurred her on; she wished the pleasure and this moment could last forever. 

His hips started to reach upwards to meet her and he soon found the right rhythm, his fingers tightening on her waist. 

“Mmh, what a good boy you are,” she purred, holding back a moan. “It feels good, right?” 

“Fuck, yes.” It came out as almost a gasp as he fell silent once again, producing only the slightest pants and breaths.

The thin material of his pants must have been a literal gift from heaven; she could feel how hard he was and how the warmth of his cock spread along her abdomen and thighs as she swayed on top of him in fluid motions. 

“I want you to come for me.” She forced her voice to be strict and steady. “You’re such a good boy, I know you can do it.” 

His hands fell to deliver a harsh squeeze to her butt, only to drop even lower and embrace her thighs; he felt her muscles clench and strain with each of the movements. 

He growled a string of curses under his breath, already getting close to the edge. And when her fingers gripped on his hair, tugging harshly, a sudden feeling of safety took over his heart. 

Yes, it felt safe. With her in charge, he was ready to comply for as long as he could last - which, apparently, wasn’t going to be much longer. 

“Fuck, baby-” His quiet gasp was barely audible, as if he was afraid of how vulnerable she made him. “Yes, keep doing it.” 

“Cum for me,” she ordered, picking up the pace even more and holding back her own sounds of pleasure with the last bits of self-restraint. “Be a good boy and cum right now.” 

And he did, almost in sync with her words; his loud groans ringing around the room as the warm cum stained his pants and his hips snapped forward, pushing his cock in between her legs even more. 

She couldn’t help but smile with pride when his orgasm finally subsided and he fell back against the mattress, the look of satisfaction on his face. 

“You’re not alone in this.” Her finger traced his jawbone as she looked him in the eyes, trying to ignore the wetness in between her legs. “It’s normal to be scared. But you’re no coward. You’re the bravest, the most courageous fool in the world.” 

Before she managed to finish the sentence, he flipped her on her back, his face in her neck. 

“What is this, a shitty pep talk? I didn’t sign up for-” 

“Shut up and listen,” she scowled, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You can’t lie to me. Being a captain, especially of such crew, requires a lot of responsibility. I want you to know you’re doing really well.” 

“Mmhm.” He pushed her harder against the bed, one arm looping around her waist. But, finally, he gave up on marking her neck and met her gaze. “Of course I’m doing well. And I fucking swear to anything that is out there, one day I will make it to the top.”

She saw the rebellious spark in his eyes and the way he smiled while thinking about the future - it became obvious that, no matter how many demons come at him, whether from the outside or his own inside, his mutinous nature won’t let him surrender to them.

She looked again, this time at the scar on the left side of his face and the way it ran down across his chest; her fingers touched the cold metal of his prosthetic arm. 

He was just so young. 

[crapitskizaru]

Jealous!Dom!Killer x Sub!Fem!Reader

Warning: filth, sub/dom relation 

Word Count: 1,3k

requested by @sparrowsailor 

It isn’t until the first lights of dawn start to break through the gray sky that she finally finds herself on a way home. 

There is a worrying lightness in her head and a bitter taste on her tongue, the courtesy of spending almost the whole night hunched over messy notes and last-minute exam revisions without taking any longer breaks. It was also the presence of her good friend that motivated her to go through so much material in such a short period of time. 

She already knows the topic of that good friend of hers is going to come up rather soon when she fumbles with the keys for a while and finally enters the apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne welcoming her at the threshold. 

It leads her to the living room where her lover is sprawled all over the couch with a stack of papers in one hand and a steaming cup in the other. Behind the window, daybreak starts to become clearer with each minute, even with the foggy mist rolling in over the city view. 

“How was school?” he asked without lifting his gaze up from the documents. His tone suggests he’s forcing it to sound casual and unbothered. 

“Pretty tiring. I had to stay over with a friend to have any idea what’s going on in the classes.” She pauses, taking off her jacket and boots. “You know, since I’ve been distracted with other things lately.” 

Her seductive tone doesn’t get to him at all, or maybe he just decided to ignore it for the sake of making her feel any kind of remorse. 

“Did you stay up all night for me?” 

“I wouldn’t put it like that. I just had a lot of work that needed to be done,” he says, taking a sip of his drink. Despite having been in a rush for so long, she can’t help the feeling of desire bubbling up in her stomach at the sight of her boyfriend. Dressed in simple sweatpants and a baggy shirt that covers his arm and ab muscles, he’s almost begging to be touched and loved properly. 

“You should take a break then,” she purrs, climbing onto the couch and scooping to his chest. “With me.” 

Little pecks delivered to his jawbone finally make him tear his gaze away from the papers and throw them to the floor. 

“Why didn’t you call me? It’s not safe to be roaming around the streets at night, alone. I could have picked you up.” 

Another peck is given to his cheek, then her lips reach for his in a long affection. It’s not hard to guess just where he’s going with this. 

“Law gave me a lift,” she mumbles, trying to melt him with the most innocent expression she can take on. Her hands start to rub against his hard chest and tense shoulders in a slow manner while she keeps going back to his lips with her own. 

“Of course he did. He wouldn’t want you dripping wet, would he?” he grunts and pulls away from her, taking another sip from the cup. “From the possible rain, of course.” 

As if on cue, the heavy clouds on the sky decide it’s a good moment to let go, covering the beams of sunlight; the quiet hum of the pouring rain takes over the city and reaches the inside of the apartment through the half-opened window.

She keeps quiet for a while, indulging in the kisses. With how needy and heated they get, Killer finally sets his drink on the coffee table to avoid spilling it all over his lap. 

She takes it as a welcoming sign and pushes herself deeper into his chest - he reluctantly wraps his arms around her, but not without a bitter grunt.

“You know you’re the only one for me.” Her sigh gets prolonged when she realizes how close their bodies are, how her legs are spread on either side of his lap, how his warm touch ignites the heat inside her chest and in between her thighs. “You know that.” 

“So you’re going to treat me like this?” His low voice makes her bite her lip in anticipation. That’s how he usually sounds when he’s about to take control. “Having to convince me that I’m the only one you think of? Is that how you want it?”

“Maybe. Or maybe not, if you teach me otherwise,” she teases, making a show of squeezing her breasts and almost shoving them in his face.

“You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Her fingers tighten around the back of the couch when a swing of her hips against his groin deliver a burst of pleasure down her core. Exhaustion almost entirely evaporated from her mind by then, replaced by pure lust. 

“Please,” she whines into his ear, positioning her legs to be spread around his thigh for more friction and starting to ride it feverishly. “I want to have sex so badly. Please, sir.” 

He’s finally starting to put more effort into reciprocating her affections as he caresses her lips with sloppy kisses. When he speaks, his voice has a softer tone to it. 

“You need some sort of punishment for leaving me hanging the whole night.” His thigh pushes upwards to bury itself in between her legs, his muscles flexing and hands getting gradually more grabby when he feels how damp the fabric of her jeans is becoming. 

“So you were waiting for me,” she smiles against his lips. “I knew it.” 

His growl is soon followed by a series of quiet commands as he undresses her, eyes wandering around her body before stopping on her face. “You can move now.” 

So she does, immediately starting to breathe heavily and moan out loud - the amount of pleasure increased enormously as her naked heat brushes against the thin fabric of his sweatpants repeatedly. 

“Oh, gosh-” she can’t help but whine, one hand clenching harder on the couch and the other reaching up to his hair for balance. “It feels too good, I swear-” 

Her words fade when she presses her wide-open mouth into his cheek, eyes squinted with enjoyment. The pace of her humps slows down involuntarily when all of the energy suddenly leaves her body, replaced with bliss, so his hands rest on her hips and spur her on. 

“I don’t have to be inside of you to make you come,” he breathes, pushing his thigh higher to increase the friction. For a while, there are only her moans and the tapping of the rain against the window audible in the apartment. 

“Go faster.” He grasps her firmly, forcing the pace to become even harsher and more greedy. “C’mon, do it for daddy.” 

Somewhere in between indulging in the friction and restricting her cries from being far too loud, she notices with pride that he doesn’t seem so annoyed anymore. It only encourages her to get bolder with their little game; the fact that she remains completely naked and exposed in front of him, while he’s got all of his clothes on, only acts as a rush to her thrill. 

“Are you going to make me cum, sir? Please, I-” she pushes her heat harder against his thigh, feeling the cold sensation in her abdomen. “I really need to.”

She doesn’t get the chance to say anything else since he pulls her into a long, deep kiss and guides to ride him harder, until she can’t take in further and tenses with orgasm, breath getting struck in her throat. 

The movements of her hips don’t stop, prolonging the incredible feeling of relief in between her legs. Her hands immediately reach to cup her lover’s face and let him know with a passionate affection how good he made her feel. 

“Mmh,” he grunts, scooping her closer when she leans her head against his chest, worn out and tired. “We will continue with this, after you rest for a while.”

She can’t help but smile with triumph, falling asleep while listening to his steady heartbeat. 

[crapitskizaru]

X Dino x Fem!Reader x Hawkins

do you ever just sit and wonder what life would be like if u were in a poly relationship with drake and hawkins?? yeah I do too 😔😔

bro the idea of hawkins and dino boi drake having to share the same fem!s/o and going to hot springs together and just pure shenanigans happening has been haunting me for too long i swear on god 😔😳

Warning: bro......yes + idgas that they arent actually this dumb in canon

Word Count: 1,2k

“Move over.” 

“There is a spot on the other side.” 

“But I want this spot.” 

You sighed. The two headliners had been bickering among themselves for the whole afternoon already, and nothing indicated they had any intentions to stop. If you were to ignore their sarcastic remarks, however, the slight humming of the hot springs you were currently occupying could be very relaxing. 

“I’m trying to enjoy my evening, Drake. So far, you’re the one who’s successfully ruined it.” 

“It’s because you’re taking all the bubbles for yourself.”

It was Hawkins turn to sigh heavily as he sunk lower into the hot spring, leaving only his head above the water level. His hair looked notably soft, drifting lazily all around him. 

“What bubbles?” 

“Your spot is the only one that has them,” Drake muttered, trying to sound unbothered, although a quick glance in his direction convinced you that he was, indeed, very bothered. He still hasn’t entered the pool, toddling around its edges for quite a while already. 

“He’s not going to let it go. You should move, for the sake of world peace,” you smirked to Hawkins. He looked so comfortable in the water, you couldn’t help but listen to his gaze that silently screamed ‘help me’.

“Drake?” chiming, you let your legs show just an inch below the water level and wiggled them playfully. “There’s a spot right next to me. Don’t you want to join in?”

He mumbled incoherent sentences under his breath, which meanings you couldn’t really make out, but obediently submerged into the water right next to you after less than a second of hesitation.

You thought the two devil fruit users wouldn’t be able to last long in the water, but apart from some buds of sweat glistening on Drake’s temples and a weak sigh of content coming from Hawkins, they didn’t show any signs of weariness. 

Resting your head back against the edge of the pool, you let your body flow all the way upwards and tried to clean your mind of worried thoughts. Right there, engulfed by the warm water and surrounded by not one but two of the strongest soldiers of the Yonkou, you felt as if there was no other place on Earth you’d rather be in. 

As sneakily as possible, you peeked over to your left, where constant splashing of water and fidgety movements signaled that Drake still couldn’t find his zen. The strong beams of sunlight reached his pale skin through the surface, his ab muscles on full display for anyone to admire. Only when your eyes traveled a bit lower - for no other reasons that the courtesy’s sake, of course - you noticed his hawaiian shorts has gotten him into a slight predicament, ballooning up with air and making him resemble a human souffle. 

You really didn’t mean to giggle, but the sight was simply too entertaining as he desperately tried to smooth his shorts out underwater. 

“Do you want me to help with this?” you asked, raising a taunting eyebrow. Somewhere on your right, the blonde magician chuckled. 

Drake’s face immediately turned pink, his hands latching into his thighs and to the fabric of his pants, as if everything was already solved. He kept his gaze everywhere but on you. 

“Uh, I think I got this-”

“Maybe you should take them off,” Hawkins suggested calmly, observing in clear amusement the blush on Drake’s face raise with each second.

“And maybe you should mind your own business.” 

As much as you loved to relax your limbs in the warm water, the perspective of exploring Drake’s body and indulging in making him as embarrassed as possible seemed far more entertaining. 

So you didn’t feel any kind of guilt when wiggling over in water and placing yourself on his lap, your hands landing on his thighs and slowly rubbing along them, straightening out the shorts. 

“Is that better?” you asked quietly, glancing up at him. The blank expression on your face you worked so hard on maintaining evaporated in a blink when you saw how red his cheeks were, your laughter echoing around the springs. 

“You’re tormenting him, (Name).” Hawkins hadn’t as much as shifted from his spot, but that didn’t stop him from watching his colleague getting tortured for fun. “Everyone already knows he can’t handle a half-naked person in front of him.” 

His teasing must have snapped Drake out of his delusional state as he barked out. “Not everyone knows that-”

“Even Kaido knows.” 

You watched Drake’s face become suddenly drained of all color. “No,” he gasped quietly. “You told him?” 

A delicate smirk was all of a reply he got from Hawkins. As much as you enjoyed their little exchange, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of Drake’s thighs against yours and the hardened skin on his chest underneath your fingers. 

The warm water dripped down your arm when you lifted your hand to tangle in his hair, caressing his warm lips with your own. His whole body twitched in surprise and when you pulled back a bit, he looked utterly smitten. 

“Mmh, doesn’t he look tense?” you asked Hawkins, lacing your voice with exaggerated worry. “Hawkins-san?” 

Your last addition carried an intended effect as Drake choked on his saliva and started to awkwardly cough. During this little show, Hawkins smoothly swam over to you two - you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how soft and delicate his hair looked, reflecting the beams of sunlight, and how perfect the contours of his face seemed. 

“I know just the way to make him relax,” he hummed. It was his turn to cup Drake’s face and deliver a long kiss to his lips, the sight itself waking a surge of excitement in your belly as you caressed Drake’s chest slowly, making sure he gets as much pleasure from your touches as possible. 

His breath turned heavy from the kiss and the sweat mixed with water glistened on his skin. He tried to say something but reason escaped him entirely when he broke the kiss, his eyes landing on you. 

You gasped - much louder than you’d have wanted - when Drake leaned in and buried his face in your neck, your perception seemingly heightened when it dawned on you just how close the two headliners were, their bodies warm and begging to be touched. 

Drake’s arm sneaked around your waist, slowly, hesitantly, his other hand reaching up to your hair and stroking it gently. And when Hawkins seized the opportunity to lick your lips and dive deep into the kiss, your thighs gripped Drake’s lap tighter from stimulation.

The sensations were absolutely exhilarating - you would love nothing else than to get rid of the already skimpy clothing you had on to expose yourself in front of those two and observe their reactions. 

Hawkins’ hand was halfway to rub against your inner thigh when, all of a sudden, a disapproving voice ended your little heaven, making all three of you jump in surprise - Drake finally looked up from your neck, his gaze confused as if he forgot you were in a public place. 

“Kaido-san requests your presence!” the soldier yelled, coming closer. “Immediately!” 

Hawkins sighed, pulling away. 

“Then we’ll continue this another time.” 

[crapitskizaru]

Could you do a scenario of the Law, Sabo and Ace being walked in on while yanking the snake.. if ya know what I mean? And their s/o walking in and helping out *wiggles eyebrows* You’re awesome love ya❤️❤️ 

Warning: filth + law being a bastard his usual self and the ace one is almost like a shitty melodrama i have no idea why i wrote it this way lmao i apologize hes a total clown tho

Word Count: 937 + 922

The Law

Hips buckled into his hand when he picked up the pace of his pumps, the slicky sound of lube filling the room and somehow turning him on even more.

His head reclining against the back of the chair as he closed his eyes and focused on the erupting, cold pleasure in his member.

The irresistible need washed over him when he least expected it - usually he was one to stick to the schedule, but today? It must have been the tension in the air or the fact that he hadn’t gotten a chance to turn intimate with his lover last night; at that time, he considered it a good idea to stay up and read about the effects of a juvenile hormone. A great idea indeed.

He cursed silently when his back arched - thousands of electric bolts accumulating in his body signaled he’s already close to release.

Hand overrun by his own precum, he massaged his cock with shorter, more rapid strokes, head leaning further back and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation for the icy feeling to erupt. “O-oh~Fuck-”

Just as he was about to reach his peak, someone’s light footsteps echoed behind the door, on the corridor. With only few rational thoughts in his tired brain being able to function properly - all the other ones focused on visualizing his partner very close and very naked - he realized there are only a couple of seconds left before someone catches him on the act. 

He let out a heavy huff and came to a conclusion that, whoever’s coming towards his cabin right now, he doesn’t mind their audience - if anything, one member of his crew will be left with the image of their captain beating his cock imprinted in their mind forever, most probably leaving scars that are far beyond healing. Law determined it’s a pretty low price to pay in exchange for his pleasure, so he kept going. 

“You really have no shame at all, don’t you?” 

At the sound of his lover’s voice, he stopped his hand just as he was about to give in to the orgasmic wave and made a show of lazily turning his head in the direction of the door, as if the whole situation much rather bored him than, God forbid, made him embarrassed. 

“I didn’t know you talk to yourself. I shouldn’t be surprised, especially when it comes to this crew.” Law retreated to his previous position with furrowed eyebrows, a slicky sound produced when he wrapped his palm around his warm member once again. “It is indeed quite shameful to be barging in to a stranger’s cabin without knocking. Good for you for realizing that. Now leave me alone and go think about your sins.” 

He forced himself to close his eyes and catch up to the previous pleasure. It already felt good when he started straining his wrist over his shaft one more time. 

“Oh, you’re no stranger to me, Law~” 

Their approaching voice caused yet another sparkle of excitement to rush through his veins, but he didn’t want them to think they have such an effect on him, so he tried his best to hide it. 

“I’ve been trying to cum for over half of a goddamn hour,” Law murmured, fixing his eyes on theirs. “Either get on your knees or get out.” 

As they slowly sank to rest in between his legs, he couldn’t help but flash them a cocky smirk. Their tongue could do wonders to his cock, he already knew that. 

But, apparently, it was not to be. A faint pulse of pleasure striked when they delivered a small kitten lick to his tip, only to stand up again and climb up onto his lap. 

He groaned in protest - their mouth was so close to where he needed them to be just mere seconds ago - but it was soon muffled by their lips pressing against his in a rough manner. 

“Oh, God, you’re the worst,” they muttered into the kiss and grasped his warm shaft. “Of all the pirate captains, I had to run into you.” 

“How unfortunate.” The sarcastic tone lacing his voice was soon turning into one of surprise when they started massaging his cock in slow, precise movements, each stroke delivering a spike of pleasure down his core. 

They kissed him again, seemingly satisfied when he was in no state of mind to answer with words. Instead, the way in which his whole body stiffened indicated how close he was to the edge.

“Does it feel good?” they asked, pulling away from his lips and studying his face. His jawbone taut, eyelids fluttering and mouth parted open in a silent moan - the look of an absolute sin. “Is my captain satisfied?” 

“Make me cum and we’ll see ab-” he paused, suddenly reclining his head back against the chair and thrusting up with his hips as the strokes of their hand eventually caused the wave of pleasure to flow through his body that one final time. “Oh, fuck.” 

They held his cock firmly, steadily, until the last bits of cum dripped down the shaft. Law had his breath almost fully back by then, observing their face with such interest as if it was another one of the study subjects in his textbook; his fingers reaching up and tangling in their hair when they sat back on his thighs. 

“You’ve officially satisfied your captain,” he said, voice returning to its usual level of cockiness. “Your life is complete now.” 

“I really think I hate you,” they muttered and leaned in to kiss him again. 

Acey 

“C’mon, c’mon!” he grunted, impatient. His wrist started to hurt like mad, but he had to ignore it for the sake of cumming as soon as possible, preferably before someone catches him. 

And it would be a rather unfortunate turn of events. 

The room he found himself in was dark and as tiny as it could get. Although it was hot, stuffy, filled with heavy bags of flour and practically uninhabitable, Ace definitely liked it in the pantry; the courtesy of his annoyingly persistent erection being hidden from prying eyes - which let him take care of the problem himself. 

His black suit kept restricting his movements and the red tie clutched far too tight around his neck, only spurring the droplets of sweat to form on his face. It was getting increasingly harder to breathe, the unpleasant fact acting as yet another factor that convinced him to pick up the pace of his pumps. 

“Shit,” he gasped, throwing his head back, his upper body shaking from the movements of his whole arm. “Shit, shit, shit.” 

His climax was almost there - but not yet within reach. Ace grunted again, this time from sheer frustration. At this rate, he’ll get to leave the room somewhere over the course of a decade or a millenium. Or at least that’s how it seemed from his perspective. 

Eventually, the pain in his wrist became unbearable, to the point where he could do nothing more than just sneer in resignation and rest his sweaty forehead against the wall in front, his breathing ragged and irregular, his hard cock in one hand. 

“Have you guys seen Ace?” 

A muffled question emerged from behind the door and the man immediately straightened up. His partner would surely want to help when he was in such a dire need, wouldn’t they? 

He carefully opened the door, peeking through the narrow gap. There they were, tauntingly standing close enough for him to reach. 

“Hey,” he whisper-yelled, almost smashing his face into the door gap. “Hey, (Name), you busy?”

Only when he started speaking did they manage to notice him. Ace would have regretted not capturing the horrified look of surprise on their face that appeared upon seeing him, but he had more urgent matters to worry about. 

“Ace? What the hell is-”

The words were cut off from their mouth when he suddenly pulled them inside the pantry. Afterwards, when the situation was conjured up in his brain, he wondered how it was possible that his lover hadn’t been scarred for life - after all, having a man in a crumpled tuxedo randomly dragging you into a stuffy, completely dark room in the middle of a party certainly wasn’t something you’d experience everyday. 

“Listen, the situation’s bad-” he murmured conspiratorially while closing the door behind him. “-but my dick is hard and I really need to cum.” 

There was a moment of silence, during which Ace wondered whether or not he’s taken it too far. Since he couldn’t see anything in the dark, he had no choice but to awkwardly stare into where he assumed his lover currently stood. 

“What?” The accusing tone in their voice somehow caused a spike of excitement to run down his still-hard member. “Ace, for God’s sake, are you completely out of your mind? It’s your father’s birthday!” 

“Yes, I am aware of the fact. Try telling it to my fella down here. And also, if you could kindly restrain from mentioning my father while I hold my cock-” 

“You’re such a fool,” they whispered, searching for his chest in the dark. Eventually they found it and, clutching the drapes of his suit, pulled him into a quick kiss. “Don’t mess up my hair.” 

Ace grinned, excitement flaring up his whole face as he shifted to move closer to them. Immediately, he tripped over a bag of flour on the floor and stumbled into his lover, making them yelp in surprise. 

“Sorry, baby,” he breathed, holding onto one of the shelves. “I really wanna get out of here.” 

“I wouldn’t have guessed that one.” 

He could already feel the heat radiating off of their body and the salty sweat on their neck as he sent a trail of kisses along it, just to get them into the mood. And when they eventually sank to their knees and grasped his erection, he could only pray that no one on the damn ship will hear his moans. 

“Oh~” The first indication of pleasure ringed in the small space when they took him in their mouth. His hand clenched on the shelf even more as he restrained himself from tangling his fingers in their hair, which he usually did during such situations. “Fuck, yes, baby. Keep going like this, I’m gonna cum soon.” 

The deliciously cold feeling of bliss took over his lower body, making his thighs tremble and hips snap forward without a warning, the darkness only strengthening all of the senses besides sight. 

Their tongue rolled over his shaft and he knew it was the final trigger he needed to finally climax - his eyes closing shut and mouth rolling open in a silent groan. 

“Baby!” he gasped after a short while, pushing his cock further into their mouth to ensure their swallow every last bit of his cum. “Oh, baby, you’re so good~” 

The slicky sound could be heard when they licked their lips clean and stood up, careful not to stumble in the dark. 

“Can we get back to the party now? I need a drink.” 

[crapitskizaru]

How do you think some of our more dominant boys who are probably interested in BDSM and being very dominant in the bedroom (such as Law and Kidd) react to a S/O who admits that they are uncomfortable with being on the receiving end of BDSM and has a lot of fear about being completely under their control/being totally submissive? (Thank you so much!!!)

Warning: i dont think that in this case any normal person would react differently than just accepting what their partner wants so the reactions here as kinda sorta similar + law’s a bastard

The Red Demon Spawn

💯 “I guess I’ll spank my own ass then.” 

💯 as I mentioned in my previous headcanons about this guy right here, he’s a total sub in bedroom - but only reveals it when he’s sure he can trust his partner 

💯 so this scenario would actually act as the last impulse he needs to confess that he, in fact, wants nothing else than being called “a good boy” and cumming on command 

💯 “I dig that shit, babe.” 

💯 it would also push the relationship he has with his partner to a next level - since Kiddo values good communication as well as receiving clear messages from his lover about their preferences, the fact that they both let out their true feelings and, in some way, left themselves vulnerable in front of each other only acts as a way to strengthen their bond

💯 this guy is just very flexible and understanding as long as his partner stays honest about their feelings; if any problems or issues come up, they have to be straight-forward with what’s bothering them 

Trafalgar the Fucking Law

💢 “Oh? Mhm. Okay.” 

💢 he doesn’t make a big deal out of it - once he heard his partner state their preferences, he just goes along with them 

💢 but not before sneakily hiding all of the kinky shit that he owns in the nearby drawer and throwing away the key; or at least that’s what his good side suggests

💢 and his bad side? It makes him show off the sex toys before he gets rid of them, just to mess with his partner

💢 “And this...is the anal hook.” 

💢 despite his bastardish soul, Law’s actually very pleased about the fact that his partner can be completely honest with him; after all, he wouldn’t want them to be forcing themselves into something they won’t enjoy 

[crapitskizaru]

Trafalgar Law x Horny!Fem!Reader

I know your askbox is full but if I dont send this now my dumbass will forget. So picture this Ace, Sabo, and a character of your choice's girlfriend get hit with a really strong aphrodisiac. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Just let that sink in.

If you do this with Law I will always love you😭😭😭❤️💜❤️💜

Warning: filth + Law as a crazy scientist (so basically, just Law would be enough as well)

Word Count: 917

“Try it now.” 

The popped-open potion glimmered faintly in furious pink as Law handed it over to her. He got his journal open and pen ready, eyebrows raised expectantly for the moment when she decides to drink up. 

From the obvious shade of dark skin under his eyes and the slightly insane gaze she deducted the result of this experiment was something he waited for a rather long time - even though in her opinion the potion was worth as much as a weak shot of vodka mixed with orange juice, she didn’t want to shatter his illusions. Especially since he’s made it a point of honor to master brewing - what for exactly, she had no idea. 

It was probably the seventh potion bottle he’s urged her to neck this week, with none of them presenting any results besides serving her a light headache. But since Law found himself a new hobby to spend his free time on, rather than sadistically playing around with living, human body parts while laughing maniacally - as she often caught him on doing - she couldn’t really complain. 

“See how much I trust you?” she said, gulping down the liquid. “I drink this shit everyday and I’m still not glowing in the dark. To be frank, I’m a little disappointed.” 

He sent her a light smirk, eyes glued to his journal. “Feeling dizzy? Lightheaded?”

This particular potion was brewed for a noble cause to cure Sanji’s insomnia, so it’d have been weird if the results presented themselves right now, but she played along anyway. Anything for her cute, crazy scientist. 

“Nothing so far, doctor. Do I look any different?” 

The look he gave her caused tiny bolts of pure electricity to run up her spine, making her shiver a little. Did he always look at her that way?

“Not really,” he sighed and closed the notebook. “I guess we’ll have to go to bed and check if it works.” 

She watched as he put the pen into his pencil-case, moved all the books so that they lined up perfectly with the edge of the desk, cleaned the surface with a wet wipe and threw it in the bin. Had pedantry always been this sexy? 

“Law,” she started, fidgeting in her seat. “Something’s off.” 

“Hm?” 

Her eyes took in her boyfriend’s whole body as he stretched, standing up, and let out the cutest wheeze in the entire world. His creased shirt revealed the inked ab muscles and tanned skin for just a second, but it was enough to fire her up. 

Within a blink she was on him, claiming his lips, the back of his thighs pressing against the desk. Her hands growing a mind of their own - touching, groping, caressing and rubbing all of him, but she barely registered the contact anyway. 

“Take me right now,” she gasped and baldly palmed his crotch. Only the thin material of his sweatpants restrained his member from her touch, which she found extremely inviting. “I need you in between my legs, Law. Now.” 

“But-...(Name)-ya, I-” 

“Please.” She stopped in her actions for a second, just because he didn’t seem to be getting into the mood. 

Weird, she thought. Doesn’t everyone feel like this all the time? 

“Look at me.” He put his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes, face focused - the most alluring thing on Earth. “Your pupils are dilated. And you smell...nicer than usually. Could it rea-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish before she kissed him again - or rather, slammed her lips against his - and propped herself up onto the desk, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. 

“I don’t care what it could be. All I know is, I want you. No, I need you.” 

He stared at her, for what seemed like hours, before finally reciprocating the affections - his kisses as fiery as ever, hands steady, grip tight on her hips. 

The rest seemed like a blur; she remembered the waves of pleasure repeatedly flowing through her whole body and soul, she recalled that he’s never been so close to her than at that time. 

Only when he collapsed on top of her did she come back to most of her senses. Law breathed heavily straight into her ear, cum and sweat covering their bodies as she felt her limbs giving up - she couldn’t even unwrap her arms from around his neck. 

“(Name)-ya-” he panted, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. He wanted to add something but his mouth just shut in resignation as he buried his head into her neck and closed his eyes. 

Eventually, the pain came. It was like burning - a flame crawling in between her legs, but instead of ache, it only brought relief. Her senses fully sharpened now, letting her recall all the positions they managed to do it in during the past hours. It would also explain why they were in his bed and not tangled on the desk anymore. 

The unfamiliar, cold desire in her gut didn’t go away yet, but she was just too tired to satisfy it. Whatever that potion was, aside from what it should have been, it certainly carried a strong effect. Fortunately Law hadn’t given it to Sanji before actually trying it out. 

“Maybe brewing isn’t exactly your thing,” she muttered and managed to scoop him closer into an embrace. Law just wheezed and buried himself in her arms, immediately falling asleep. “We’ll find you a new hobby.” 

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Hello my fave<3 How are you? I was wondering if I could request something. How would Katakuri, Zoro, Law and Kid (I´m sorry if it´s too much characters, you can leave some out) to a S/O who never had an orgasm before, but the Boys give her one and she´s so overwhelmed she starts to cry? I hope this isn´t too much. Headcanons preferably. I hope you have a nice day :) Also, I wanted to add that you´re amazing and I love your blog<3

Warning: filth

The Red Devil 

🔥 “Woah, woah! Am I that good?” 

🔥 most probably, he’d either continue until he reaches his own orgasm or decide to go for a second round - since their sex is purely consensual, his partner’s tears would just play a role of another one of Kiddo’s turn-ons

🔥 his pride bursts like an inflatable mattress as well, to the point where he internally pats himself on the back for doing such a great job in bed 

🔥 “I know right, if feels so good. Let’s try that again.” 

The Edge Lord 

⛄️ “Something wrong?” 

⛄️ at the sight of their tears, Law would just raise an eyebrow and wonder whether he pushed too much or too harsh - usually he has a lot of self-restraint, so it leads him to a conclusion that, of course, he’s the completely innocent one here 

⛄️ would totally continue as if everything was fine, except he can’t help but smile while kissing his partner again; after all, he always thought of himself as a great lover, but not that great - which only boosts his pride even more 

⛄️ “Don’t cry, (Name)-ya. We still have the whole night left.” 

Mochi Mochi

🍩 “O-oh? Oh.”

🍩 he breaks his lips apart from their neck and asks what’s wrong right away - he could get quite self-conscious about his sex skills from time to time, so the first thought on his mind would be that he screwed up or took one of his kinks too far

🍩 “Does it really feel that good?”

🍩 Mochi would wait for his lover to calm down a little and dry their tears, picking up where he left off afterwards; only this time he’d be slower, somehow softer and more considerate than before - generally, he doesn’t like to see his partner cry, no matter how pleasure-filled the reason is

Zoro-kun 

🐑 “You all right?”

🐑 the most dumbfounded of them all, that’s for sure - he stops in his actions for a while, thinking he may have gone too far, especially since it was his partner’s first time 

🐑 when he finds out that’s not the problem, he just pulls away and furrows his eyebrows in confusion

🐑 “Weird.” 

🐑 since he can go more than one round, Zoro would be more than delighted to continue, provided his lover still wants him to~

[crapitskizaru]

Sticky. (Dino Drake x Fem!Reader)

Warning: filth

I hope you like it!! 

The cabin was dark, hot - the Summer Isles lived up to their name. Despite having napped most of the day away, the heat not permitting even the slightest of work, you were exhausted. Your body was covered in a sheen of sweat, your muscles aching from the heat. It was awful - the bed you shared with your captain was damp, the thin covers tangling with and sticking to your limbs as you tried to get comfortable for the umpteenth time.

Your captain and boyfriend was in a similar situation. He was half naked and lay spread eagled on the bed, his eyes closed. It wasn’t hard to tell he was awake, even in the dim moonlight that streamed through the narrow porthole. His mouth was pressed in a thin line, his body taught and not relaxed at all.

“Drake,” you tried to get comfy on your side, watching him. He turned his head towards you, his voice scratchy. “Yes?” He lifted his hand up, his warm fingertips touching your flushed cheek gently.

“Good god, you’re hot,” he muttered, sitting up in concern. He squinted in the dim light and frowned when he saw you wiggle your eyebrows lewdly at him. “You’re not too bad yourself, Captain,” you told him, lacing your fingers through his. “For real though, you feel hot too,” you pressed your free hand to his face, a smile tugging at your lips as you felt him lean in to your touch. “I can’t sleep,” he muttered, sighing. The cool exhale was heavenly on your hot skin and you let out a soft satisfied noise, a sort of cross between a sigh and a groan.

Drake stiffened. Unbeknownst to you, something else stiffened too. He wanted to be a gentleman, wanted to treat you with all the softness and warmth in the world. Well, it wasn’t like you needed any more warmth right now. He wanted all that, wanted to treat you like the precious, adorable partner you were - but what he wanted most right now was to pound you into the mattress until you were dripping with his cum and sweat. Just imagining your red face, your mouth falling open as you moaned his name, your eyes fluttering, toes curling - Drake felt his face flush a deep scarlet.

“Goodness,” he leant down to catch your lips with his, the sudden kiss taking you by surprise. “I have an idea - something that will pass the time, tire us out and,” by this point he had laid on top of your hot, sweaty body, the feeling of his skin touching yours sending electricity down to his crotch, “it’s a lot more fun too.” His hips bucked hard into the juncture of your legs, the hard bulge in his underwear rubbing against you.

“Drake-” you were cut off by a moan bubbling up in your throat, your body instantly responding to his lewd movements. “Does it feel good?” He pressed his mouth to your throat, tasting the sweat on your skin. As if on auto pilot, your legs moved up to hug his hips tight, your hands moving along his spine. One of your hands twisted in his hair, nails digging into the thick ridge of his neck. “So good,” you breathed, letting your head fall back so he had more space to bite your skin. Soft nips to the arch of your shoulder made you shiver and tip your pelvis into his. The evening heat mingled with the heat of friction, the heat that radiated off his body, the sweat from both of you dampening the light cotton of the underwear you still had on.

“C'mere,” he muttered, sitting back on his haunches and pulling the underwear slowly off your legs. You helped, pointing your toes to the ceiling as he pulled the damp fabric from you. His hands fondled the soft curves of your calves, slowly opening your legs so he could press a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of your ankle. “You’re so hot,” he told you, setting your legs down on the mattress wide apart, baring yourself in all of your naked, throbbing glory.

You weren’t even trying to cover yourself up, not sure how much he could see you in the darkness. His eyes had adjusted perfectly however and he was drinking every panting, flushed red inch of your body up. “So hot,” he said again, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Fuck me,” you ordered, one hand keeping his face against yours and the other one sneaking between your bodies to dip below the waistband of his underwear. The difference in style - Drake always being very loving and gentle, you being a dirty talking slut was something that worked well. He groaned and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours as you pumped his length, his breath clouding against your open mouth.

“Fuck me now,” you demanded again, desperately trying to kiss him. He was out of reach, now filling your mouth with his thick fingers. “Suck these, darling,” he murmured, gulping audibly as you complied, your eyes closing as you made a show of sucking. He pulled them out of your mouth with a wet pop, readjusting himself so he wasn’t crushing you with his weight. You shifted, hooking one leg around his hip, grinding against his steadily moving pelvis. Drake’s careful, slow humping of your crotch was driving you mad. “Spread wide for me, baby,” Drake ran his slick fingers around your hole, which was practically quivering for him. His fingers were almost sucked in by your greed, his fingertips grazing you. The feeling of being filled was nice, but his fingers weren’t anywhere near as thick as the real deal.

Squirming beneath him, feeling hot and sticky and not nearly fulfilled enough, you moved against his hand, your open mouth against his, his taste on your tongue. “Do it right, fuck,” you wriggled, the damp sheets sticking to your back. You whined. He had to stop, pulling his fingers from you and cleaning them with his mouth. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” his lips tasted of your emission and you drank it all up greedily, your nails digging in his hips to urge him to continue. “Bad girl,” he breathed, the tip of his dick slick with precum and throbbing painfully hard now, waiting for some some long awaited touch.

He sank into you with a groan that rumbled through his chest and throughout your body. The sudden fullness, the stretch of his thick girth - it sent delicious heat pooling in your abdomen, your eyes fluttering closed. “Dra - Drake-” Your mewling pants and moans drove him, his hips bucking and grinding hard against you. The force of his motions was sending you further up the bed, your head stopped from hitting the headboard by the soft pillows. He reached up to grab the headboard, it giving him a better angle to fuck you with. “Say my name, love,” he told you, his voice low and deep beside your ear. The vibrations of his words tickled you, making you smile into his neck. “Drake,” you held on to him as he sped up, his increasingly erratic bucks sending sparks up your enflamed body.

“My proper name,” he insisted with a growl, a particularly sharp buck making your head fall back to the pillows. His smell, his taste, his heat, his sweat - everything around you, inside of you, Drake was everywhere. He filled you up, was covering you with slick sweat, was making your toes curl up. The heat was unbearable.

“Cap - Captain -” you felt something snap inside of you. You squeezed him tight, your arms, your legs, even your insides tightened, forcing him deep inside of you, forcing him against you as you came loudly. The sensation of your whole body tightening around him was enough to pull him over the edge. He buried his shaft inside of you as deeply as possible and placed his face in the crook of your neck. Moaning loudly, Drake came with floods of cum, filling you up so much you dripped with him. The sweat and cum stuck your skin to his, your chests rising and falling in tandem as you caught your breath. “That felt really good,” you nuzzled his sweaty throat and nipped at his clavicle, “my Captain.”

Drake grunted as he pulled out, his seed spilling from your gaping hole, quivering in the sudden absence of his cock. “You’re too kind,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to your mouth. “I’m not nearly tired enough yet however,” he added, a devilish glint in his eyes, visible even in the dim light of the cabin. The night was hot, but his lewd ministrations made you far far hotter. The slick sounds of Drake pounding your sopping wet hole, fucking you into the mattress and making the headboard hit the the cabin walls loudly, filled the summer night.