#King one piece smut

[asceluffy]

OP MEN when they’re in the mood pt. 2

ft. Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, King (not proofread)

Shanks

Little did you know that it’s you who gets him in the mood every single time. It’s not just a “I’m feeling horny and I need release” typa thing.

He gets riled up when he watches you put on your favorite lipstick, when you try on your newly bought clothes and show it to him, when you walk around the ship with his shirt on, and when you sit on his lap.

His brain is quick to conjure up different positions he’ll fuck you in when you sit on his lap.

At first, he’d rub your inner thigh ‘absentmindedly,’ and when you shift on his leg, that’s when he’ll go further.

With a mug of beer in his other hand and half his attention on his crewmates, his fingers slowly dance their way up your leg until he stops just when he’s near your panties.

While he chats with his members he’ll toy with the garter of your underwear, tugging it at first before he snakes his hand inside just to feel the skin near your pussy.

And when you squirm, he’ll lean near your ear, face flushed with words a little slurred.

“Once they all get wasted and pass out I’m gonna fuck you on my bed, yeah?”

Mihawk

Mihawk is the type of person to plan things before it happens.

He’d feel the need to feel the warmth of your pussy as it clenches on his thick cock, but when he sees you busy he’d patiently wait until your schedule is free.

He’d set up a romantic candlelit dinner, cooking you steak and pouring you the finest wine in his collection.

He’d let out a small, ‘nonchalant’ smile when you compliment his cooking, all while holding himself back from pining you on the table and taking you then and there.

On the middle of the dinner, he’d casually say, “Let’s have sex.” which will lead you to choke on your food.

“After dinner,” You’d say, and in his mind he’s already celebrating.

When you two finish, he’ll ask you to take his hand and lead you to the bedroom, gasping when you see rose petals scattered inside and lovely music playing from his vintage record player.

Katakuri

He’s mostly shy around you, being his first girlfriend and all.

Some people may think that he acts coldly towards you, but it’s only you who truly knows why he acts that way.

You’d know he’s in the mood when he acts cranky and touchy.

He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, fiddle with your fingers, compare hand sizes, and glare at anyone who dares speak to you or even breathe your way.

But when he’s really in the mood, his subtle touches will level up.

He’d rub your inner thighs, fondle your breasts, lightly squeeze your butt.

You’d notice how his breath gets heavier and how his pupils dilate when you get near him.

You’ll notice him staring at you the whole day without saying a damn word, and when you notice these signs you’ll chuckle and pull him into a passionate kiss.

King

King is a busy man, working under Kaido means he has to do things almost 24/7.

The only time you’d spend with him is when’s sent on expeditions, which rarely happens because he’s always glued beside Kaido.

Or, when he just finished a battle.

While his whole system is still pumping with adrenaline from a recent battle, the only reason for him to calm down is to sink into your tight cunt.

When he sees you after he just won a fight, all his pent up energy will shoot straight down his dick.

He’s a man of few words, and once he has you pinned against the wall, you know what will happen next.

“Fuck, I haven’t seen you in a long time. Open your pretty legs for me so I can show you how much I missed you.”

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of You

Series Masterlist

Word count: 2,300+

Synopsis: He couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in his dreams. The way he had you wrapped around his body as a marionette in his minds, dancing for them as he awoke to sticky blankets when he jolted upright. His thoughts got the better of them, and he wanted to make them a reality.

Warnings: king x afab!reader, size difference, monsterfucking, wet dreams, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, grinding, degradation, praise, (pet names: little star, little one, pet, slut), masturbation, size kink, bukkake, dubcon, masturbating while listening to masturbating. It does not fit.

Notes: This one got away with me. First time writing for King. There is a large size difference.

Sitting on a large throne within the dark room, the lunarian King took residency over his dominion. Wisps of smoke-like vapors flooded the outer perimeter as you approached the giant bench made for kneeling. Your gown lay in a deep ‘v’ cut down to your naval, dual leg slits rising to your hip bones on either leg. Holding your head high, you held your arms out either side of you as you looked down your nose at him and hardened your quaking emotions.

Helmet lain askew by his side, he beckoned you in closer with a coax of his large finger. “Closer, little star. Don't be shy. A little closer for me.”

He watches as your eyes drift down to his other hand, wrapped around his cock and slowly pistoning the hard shaft within his soft, vice-like grip. The length of his cock was almost the height of your body from the balls of your feet, to the tip of your diaphragm. His girth was the width of your torso, thick and veiny while throbbing in deep desire.

Not ignoring the bob in your throat at such a request, he allowed a low growl to pass through his lips at your hesitation.

“I will not ask again, pet,” his lips curled back as he snarled at you, the creases in his eyes at his deep furrow warning you of the danger you were in at this request. “You wanted this. You asked for this. You said you would do it,” he rose from the seat, towering over you at his full height, “So do it.”

Gulping back your fear of the right hand of Kaido, you nod at him and slowly approach his throne, ushering him down with a soft and calm gesture of your hands. He sighed out through his nose, slouching back into his seat with a gruff huff, lazily fisting at his cock as he watched your sultry approach.

Reaching up to the mid of your gown, you tugged at the drawstring and revealed your bare form to him while attempting to conceal your joy at the small shudder in his jaw at your appearance. Bare for his eyes only, you nodded at him and slowly walked up the steps towards the throne.

“What made you make such a lewd suggestion, little star?” He asked, reaching his hand out towards you as you approached. You tilted your head to the side, almost brushing your scalp against the tip of his cock as you stood between his legs.

“Curiosity,” you utter with a soft hum. Looking down through the corner of your eyes, he noticed you assessing his size as you stood beside his cock. He noticed how close it was in size to you, his lips curling up into a smirk as he compared the size of his tip to your head. You playfully stood flush beside it for him to make the true comparison.

“And is your curiosity satisfied?” he asked, releasing your fingers from his hand and reclining back onto the seat. You hum in falsified thought, tapping your chin before you reach for his cock and giving it a gentle caress.

“Almost,” you smirk back at him, mirroring his dark playfulness to match his energy. “How do you want me?” You ask, truly curious while looking around the room. It was his turn to him in thought, never thinking about the technicalities of such a tryst, only the desire that came from the request.

“When you're alone, how do you picture me? On-top of you, beneath you, above you, below you?” He smirked, noticing your fluster as you bit your lip, “I know you do, pet. Talk to me.” You gulp back as he stoops lower.

“Do you grind yourself down, pressing that pretty cunt into your hand or pillow, and rock your hips like a needy little slut?” He huskily purred at you, watching the heat rise in your face and bottom lip quiver, “Or do you lie on your back and use those little digits to roll your clit against them until your back arches. C’mon, little star. Tell me what you like to do when you picture me.”

You gulp, stuttering in your mind before words could even form coherent strings between your lips. His grin widens at your silence, toying and fussing at your bare skin with his fingers.

“Or maybe you like to stand, hm? Stand up with your legs parted on your tip-toes while you picture my fat cock pistoning through them?” your breath hitches at the filth pouring from his lips, not escaping your notice how his cock bobs and twitches at each suggestion. “C'mon, little one, talk to me. Tell me how you picture me when you think about riding my cock. There is no way it will fit inside you, so you better tell me-.”

“-I like grinding,” you hurriedly confess, finally stifling your nerves enough to inform the gargantuan of your preferences, “I like being on top and rolling my hips down. I like the feeling of my clit being overwhelmed by every rocking movement I make against my hands, or a pillow.” King chuckles and leans back in his chair with a deep sigh in gratuity, pumping his shaft in languid motions.

“Go on, pet. What happens, hm?” he prodded you, causing you to nod at him as you continue.

“I like to picture you as you are here, sat on a chair with your cock in your palm,” you profess your desires to the larger man without shame, approaching him with intentional strides, “I like to picture me straddling your cock and gliding my slick pussy against your shaft while you use me. Taking me in both hands and using my body to masturbate with.” He grinned at you, his eyes darkening as a deep growl purred from the pit of his gut.

“And then?” he continued, his hands picking up, pinching the blunt tip of his cock as his arousal pooled from the head of his cock and began to gather in his digits.

“Then, I picture your cum painting my body from head to toe,” you whisper your final confession while placing soft kisses to his hot shaft, “And then I cum so fucking hard I see stars. I cry for you.” He growled, halting his motions and circling your waist with one of his hands.

“That sounds marvelous. But with two slight adjustments,” he easily hoisted you in the air without effort, drawing you up to his face as he purred at you. “One: you're going to be beneath me. I want to see those pretty eyes roll back in your skull when you cum.”

You whimper as he moves you down to his cock, parting your thighs and mediately slotting himself against you.

“And, two:” he moved your arms and legs to hook around him from beneath and lock you in place by your own arms, “You're going to cum before me. Got that? You're gonna cum so fucking hard for me, everyone's gonna hear you scream.”

In one hand alone, he rocked your body against his hot shaft. The veins of his underside ground themselves against your glistening pussy and caused you to cry out. This was far better than anything you had ever imagined of him, or attempted to stimulate yourself on. No grinding pad, vibrator, hands, other cocks or pillows had come close to the throbbing cock currently wrapped within the grasp of your body.

Rocking his hips, he ensured your ass and thighs were supported by his smallest and unity fingers. Your back was circled by his index and middle while he pressed his palm up against your hips to ensure you were flush against him.

“Keep-... Fuck-... Keep your arms wrapped around me, little star,” he ordered, continuing to use your body to grind onto himself with. “Legs too. Lock them at the ankles and grind that pretty cunt against me. I can feel how slick you are. How wet you are for me.”

You let out a soft mewl in protest to his words, but the feeling of his thick cock was too good on you to care. Doing as he asked, you clasped your ankles together while embracing his shaft by circling them around him. His tip was so close to your face, you could see how much desire he had for you in the soft pearlescent dewdrop expelling itself from his slit.

Rocking your hips in time with his slow motions, you felt your chest and ass ripple with each motion. Continuing to grind into him, soft gasps and groans flew from Kings lips at each piston.

Finally growing tired of the languid pace, he circled his other hand against you and thrust his hips up in time with his desperate thrusts. Huffing and panting, his wings fluttered behind him as he began to desperately seek out his satisfaction by using your body. The sloppy claps echoed throughout the room each time he bucked his hips up into you, the tip of his cock grinding against your face before your ass would slap against his balls beneath him.

Each time your ass clapped against his balls, his pitch would get higher and more desperate. The chant of: “fuck, fuck, fuck,” spilt from his lips alongside your name as he continued to use your body to chase his own satisfaction. Deciding to add more to his pleasure, you parted your lips to kiss the swollen tip of his cock each time your face met with it. Rolling your tongue and mouthing at him, you could feel your desire pool in the pit of your belly and coil tighter.

Throwing his head back, his pace quickened. If your ankles were not locked together, you would've been all over the place with floppy legs at the amount of pleasure the pressure was sending you. Growing erratic, he gazed back down at you and snarled through dangerous eyes.

“You better cum, little one. Cum for me. Be a good little slut and cum on my cock like this,” he barked, thrusting his hips up to punctuate his order. You whimpered as your body felt ignited with pleasure, only needing one more thing to truly set your own hunger alight.

“Cum on me, King. I need you to cum on my face and use my body to meet your high. I promise I'll cum, please,” you begged him, causing his breath to hitch as he continued to rock your much smaller head against his sensitive tip and frenulum while your body ground itself against his veiny shaft.

“You want me to fucking cum? I'll cum for you, little slut. Tongue out, n-now,” he staggered, his orders shooting sparks of lighting down your body and weaving the coil tighter in your stomach. As you lulled your tongue out, his eyes rolled back and his cock twitched with desperation.

“F-Fuck, I'm gonna-!” was all the warning he gave you before ropes of his release flooded your face and dripped down your torso, adding that final wave of lust to shoot lighting into your body. As his cum struck your face, lighting shot through you as your vision snapped white.

“K-King!” you screamed, your pussy twitching as you gushed on his cock. The friction added to your ecstasy as his cum continued to pool from his tip and overwhelm you with his viscous lust.

“Nghh- cumming-, fuck, fuck, take it. Take my cum, little star. Take it,” he barked at you, his feral desire to mark you with his cum as you screamed and mewled on his cock in time with your release grew more and more. Calling your name and chasing his high, he both degraded you and praised you for being so good and listening. Your little whimpers and whines set him off more, the peak of his release overwhelming your senses as it dripped down his base.

As he looked down at your body covered in cum, his vision faded into dark whisps. The shadows from the room engulfed you within and he shot himself upright.

Finding himself alone in his room had him roar in rage. Peeling back the blankets, he noticed his cock was twitching as his waistband now stuck to his abdomen with the sticky coat of shame trickling down his abdomen. He was overwhelmed at the knowledge that he called your name in his sleep, his dream conjuring up your image to tempt him with…

…and the fact he liked it so much.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dragging his hand down and beginning to ride out the final waves of his dream by calling your name and grinding his cock into his palm. A pathetic final spurt released from his tip as his orgasm was already spilt within his pants. Groaning out a soft whine, he shamelessly used your name as he pictured those final moments of your body on his cock.

Eyes blissed out, arms and legs braced against him, tongue lulled and covered in his cum. He needed that. He needed you. He was going to have you.

Moans from King's bedroom had your hand slipping down the front of your pants, your index and middle finger dancing against your body as soon as you heard him call your name. You knew you shouldn't be doing this, but the echos of his gruff moans were too hard for you to ignore. As he reached his high and called your name, you clapped your other hand over your lips as your body was ushered into your own ecstasy. Rocking your hips and stifling your silent scream in your palm, you came hard on your hand.

Removing your fingers from your pussy, you wiped them on your thigh to rid them of slick before turning away and scurrying back down the hallway towards your own room with haste.

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[overtaken-stream]

im here humbly to request for your king smut, i adore your writing of king more then anything

Annoy

King the WildFire x Gn!Reader

I humbly accept your request.

"Is that dick good?😈" YES KING

Warnings: Hair pulling, rough.

The darkness of the room is overwhelming, but so is the light coming from the man standing behind you. The fire turns the dark blues into orange as he continues to steal the much-needed breath away from you. The warmth is overbearing like the sun that sizzles high up in the sky throughout the summer.

The air enters your lungs for a moment, only for it to be pushed out before you can realize it. His hips send waves throughout your body, and it leads to you slamming your elbows on the wall mirror. Fingers flex, digging into the material it's made of, and you think that you should feel something from the action, if only you weren't busy with keeping your body upright from the onslaught of pleasure rocking your core every second. Your brows furrow as his hand tightens its grip on your right hip. The sweat that was and is still produced from your skin makes you feel disgustingly suffocated and sticky, it makes holding onto the slippery mirror that much harder as your eyes roll up.

Annoying.

There's no sound coming from him, well... Except the slapping of your bottom to his pelvis that makes electricity travel up your spine and spread to your shoulders, it rattles your arms, tossing whatever strength you have left out of the window.

``Mmnh-ah-hah-`` The number of times he has hit the specific spot inside of you makes tears gather at the corner of your eyes, they hold the pleasure and embarrassment you feel but fuck, it's so good-

``Look up.`` Shut up, shut up, shutup, shutupshutup.

You disobey his order, how could he ask you to obey while he is deep inside of your body, while it's so impossibly hard for you to concentrate on keeping your eyelids open for a moment, only to catch a glimpse of your shaking knees standing upright, thighs covered in cum and sweat that reflect the light. All because of him and his fast pace that has you in shambles.

(You don't deny that what he is doing is turning you on. Not like you're going to tell him that.)

The slamming of his hips continue as his left hand travels up your spine, following the delicate dip until his palm is firmly gripping your neck. His muscle flexes above you, it conveys his frustration to your disobedience. You have nowhere to hide, so you close your eyes, trying to not focus on the drool that travels down your chin. With your neck hostage, he shoves you back to meet his thrusts easily, it sends goosebumps all over your back.

(You wonder if he enjoys the sight you've become.)

Lord have mercy.

King leaves it like that, digits closing and opening against your throat, listening to the moans that you're trying to keep in.

King doesn't repeat himself. The hand on your neck suddenly pulls hard on your hair, forcing an arch on your exhausted body, the complaint dancing on your tongue dies down as he leans over you, his mouth beside your ear breathing heavily as a sudden hard ram meets your shaking legs. The head of his cock meets your gut that has twisted itself into a knot, untangling it.

It all sends you over the edge with a loud moan. It sends your eyes above and inside your skull.

``AHhh-Hah!-``

His hand grips your head, holding it in place as he continues to piston his hips into yours, the hand that held your hip now rests near your bellybutton, helping you keep balance under his weight.

You can feel the heat radiate off of his chest on your back.

``Look at yourself.`` You have nowhere else to look, so you mix his red eyes with yours in the mirror, even when he bends your head behind, you keep your eyes on the man who wears a smirk you've never seen before. His cheek rubs against the soft skin of your throat all the while his bloody eyes look you up and down, devouring you. You can feel the light stubble tickling you, but you can't find it in yourself to talk, never mind laugh.

His chest sticks on your back thanks to the sheen of sweat between you two.

You lick your lips, holding back a smile as his hips finally slow down.

Annoying.

[swampstew]

Dark King Brat Tamer

Summary: Inspired by this gif submitted by @indydonuts (sorry I prematurely deleted the ask and couldn't find the original!)

Warnings: Silvers Dark King Rayleigh X F! Reader, modernish AU, consent is implied, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, vaginal penetration/fingering.

Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

“You’re a real brat,” ice cubes clinked in your glasses as Rayleigh set his drink down. Rising to his feet, he caged you in your seat with an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Don’t condescend to me, you’re not my dad,” you stuck your tongue out at him, refusing to surrender to the tingling in your stomach at the escalating tension. Every conversation with him turned into this – face to face battles to see who would break first.

Who would make the first move.

“No, I would have taught you better manners. However, I’m not above giving some course correction, and I definitely use the spanking method for brattiness.”

“You wish your hands could spank this ass,” you flit your dilating eyes away, trying to suppress the excitement glowing on your cheeks at the thought of his large, worn hands running up your body.

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

Rayleigh’s dark eyes widened at the accusation, aghast that you thought so highly of him.

“That’s the thing Y/N, you don’t know me that well,” his body shifted so fast you almost missed him, had you blinked your eyes.

One moment, he was standing in front of you and the next he had taken your seat and sprawled your body over his thighs. A sudden crack in the air followed the sharp slap against your cheek, the feeling of blood pooling in the area was soothed with a heavy hand that gently rubbed the spot.

“You don’t know me at all.”

You let out a gasp as you felt his hand caress the globe of your ass, lowering to the peak where your thighs met. Your ruffled skirt hid his hand as he slipped it under the fabric to feel you better.

Pressing the pad of his finger against your clothed core, your excitement from his touch had left a gooey spot that leaked through. Rayleigh teased his fingers between your covered lips repeatedly before pushing down on the button of your clitoris, which caused your hips to buck. He didn’t stop, grounding his palm against your aching center, pushing the panty aside so he could lubricate his hand.

With the easy access, he started sinking his fingers deep into your cunt until each long digit was soaked with your essence. Watching him lick them made your mouth water until you let out a low whimper for more.

Casting you a proud glance, “Oh does the brat want something?”

You let out a huffed pout, refusing to give him a real answer.

Another crack, your ass cheeks clapped from the force and your throat betrayed you as you let out a mewling yelp.

“Speak up, I’m an old man you know!”

Another smack, but this time his hand was under your skirt as he massaged your puckered flesh. With a gentle nudge of his fingers, your thighs parted slightly and his hand slid down your slit.

Rayleigh let out a low whistle at the pool of slick that had dribbled out of you. The whistle caused some heads to turn at you both, but a single glare from the legend was enough to make all voyeurs around the small, darkened dive bar pass out. Bar tender included.

“Now, where was I?” the lilt in his voice made your body squirm. “Oh right, you were going to say something?”

No the fuck you weren’t. You were many things, and a quitter wasn’t one of them.

Instead, you gave him a challenging smirk.

“Ohhh, you’re in some desperate need of house breaking…” he growled, spreading your legs wider.

Hopeful that he would touch you more, you didn’t expect what came next. Stinging rippled between your legs and the shout you let out echoed in the silent bar.

Rayliegh’s thumb gently rubbed your swollen clit from the mean slap he gave it.

“Let’s try that again. Does the brat have something to say?” “Y-y-yeeeessssss sirrr❤️~”

[cyborg-franky]

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[partyanimal167]

A Win-Win Situation- Rayleigh x F!Reader

I had to drop a bag at the mechanic two days ago, and to literally keep myself from not crying, I was coming up with a fic idea to make the situation sexier and not depressing 😅 This popped up, and I was just like, 'At least I can finally write for Rayleigh.' I also told my friend, and he supported doing what you needed to do because damn do autoshops scare me.

CW: modern au, black fem reader, age gap, very light dubcon, smut, praise kink, daddy kink, MDNI

You only expected to get the tires rotated. So when the man started talking about parts and labor costs, you were ready for the earth to swallow you up whole.

You were confident about a lot of things. You could do most adulting tasks like clean, organize your bills, plan a trip, etc. But cars...weren't your area of expertise. But you managed for awhile, so you didn't worry too much! You watched videos and knew that there were things you needed to get done to maintain the vehicle.

So you went to get your tires rotated. Easy. Nothing to worry about....until, the guy pointed out that your check engine light was on. He must have seen the way you stiffened and tried to keep your expression calm.

The man gave you a sweet, flirty smile and waved his hand. "Don't worry too much, sweetheart. I'm actually a bit packed today, but an old friend owns a shop on the next street over. He should be able to check it out. Shouldn't cost you much either."

You bit your lip nervously as you rocked a little. "Really?"

"Of course! Tell 'im Shanks sent you. He'll take really good care of you."

~~~

You shyly stepped out of your car in front of the older shop where a radio played throwbacks and a fan blew strongly.

You walked quietly through the open garage door where a person stood under a lifted car with a welder's mask on. "Uh, excuse me" you raised your voice a little since you weren't sure if they'd be able to hear.

The body looked up at you before stepping from under the car and turning to take off the welding hood.

You weren't ready for the kind, sweet older man to beam at you. His glasses were somehow spotless despite the hood. After he wiped his hands on a rag, he pulled his long, gray hair out of its ponytail. "Hi dear, how can I help you today?"

You fidgeted with your hands a little. "Huh, I was just trying to get my tires rotated, but my check engine light is on. The guy, Shanks, said I should come see you." you explained.

The man nodded. "Ah the boy. Yes of course I can help you." he wiped his hairline and sipped his water. "Shame you're out here in this heat. That boyfriend of yours shouldn't be having you out running car errands either."

Your cheeks warmed up, and you scratched one nervously. "I don't have a boyfriend." you softly corrected.

The man handed you a water bottle. "Well that can be fixed--easily." he chuckled. Before you could ask what he met, he held out his hand, and you gave him his keys. "I'm Rayleigh by the way." You nodded and with your own. "Beautiful, what a pleasure."

You stepped to the side as the man drove your car in and took out a little gadget to hook up to your car. You watched a bit confused as he pressed some buttons and frowned at the screen.

The sun continued to beam down, so you were glad you were wearing your short shorts and cropped hoodie, but you weren't expecting to be out alone with just you and the older man. The other shop had a lot of people coming in and out. You wiped your brow and chugged some of your water as you eyed the older man. You didn't feel too nervous though. Rayleigh seemed nice. He was all gentle smiles and had a calm demeanor. Plus, he looked good for his age. You bet he was a real lady killer in his day.

"I'm going to be honest, love. I think one of your catalytic converter is shot. We're going to need to replace it." the man sighed as he closed the door and looked over to you.

You blinked twice. "That's the expensive part, right?"

The man chuckled at your wording and nodded. "I'm afraid so. But don't worry. I won't charge you an arm and a leg." he assured you. You rocked the on your heels a little as you nibbled a little on your lip. "That's what Shanks said..."

"Let's get you out this heat." you entered a small office and sat at the desk. Rayleigh handed you another water bottle before taking off his denim jacket. You nearly choked. This man is jacked. He had on a white tee, but you weren't expecting the way his muscles filled it in. "You okay there?"

You cleared your throat and met a mischievous look. Hopefully, he didn't notice your stares. You nodded. He grinned as he typed away at his computer. "So I need to order the part, but I think including labor we're looking at this amount." he filled out an invoice and circled the total. Rayleigh watched as your body went rigid and he sighed. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I wish it could be less. I-,"

"Oh no, it's fine! You have a business to run of course," you gave a little nervous smile. Rayleigh gave you a once over before that innocent smile was back.

"Come here, princess."

You whipped your head up. "Excuse me?"

Rayleigh pushed away from the desk a little and patted a spot in front of him. "Come sit."

You stood and walked around the desk and sat. You gasped as your hand was taken and a soft kiss was placed on it. "You can't go giving an old man ideas especially with the way you're looking at me." you gasped in response. "We can do a little trade. What do you say? Let's see how many rounds you can last, and I'll make some adjustments." You were surprised by the challenge, but it excited you all the same. The old man seemed experienced. Plus, there was no way he was going to out last you either. It was an easy win-win.

~~~

"Fuck daddy, daddy!" your legs were shaking as the man continued to pump his fingers inside as you sat in his lap. You gripped tightly on his shoulders as you bounced up and down.

Rayleigh grinned meanly at you. "What's wrong, dear? It's only been two so far. I'm trying to be nice here. Can't you give me some more?" The man went back to licking and sucking on your nipples as you moaned and sobbed. Your walls started clenching on his fingers once more and you whined as he put more pressure on your clit with the heel of his palm. "Ah there we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it." He sucked a hickey right below your ear. "You flatter this old man with how you sound. Is it good?"

"Yes!" you groaned as you tipped over that mountain again.

It took you a couple moments to catch your breath, and when you were present again, you realized you were on the desk looking up at the man who didn't even have a hair out of place. That sweet smile was there, but with the three orgasms he just gave you, it was so deceiving. Your face was burning, and you let your eyes trail down to see his member out and proud. It was girthy and hard. You could see the veins that ran down and the streams of precum that had been leaking. You whimpered.

"I wanna suck it, daddy." your eyes glossed over, and your cheeks were shiny with tears.

The man groaned at the sight. He'd have to thank Shanks for sending you over. He shook his head. "Ah ah, no sweetheart. You can do that next time. This is your reward for being so good for me, princess." He lifted your hood and spread some of juices around. "Deep breath now," and he sunk in.

You cried out deliriously. He filled you so well and stretched you more than you expected even with prep. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. Rayleigh chuckled before pushing in further. "Fuck, you feel so good, love. Such a naughty girl just for carrying around this good pussy, shit." the man huffed as he started up a slow but strong rhythm.

Skin slapped against another loudly, and you were drowning it. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. Rayleigh grunted deliciously near your ear and cooed about how pretty you were, how good you felt, how he wanted to keep you around and fill you up. You clenched around him more and more, and he sped up. "I'll give it to you, baby. Good girl wants to get pumped full?"

"Yes, yes! Please, let me- uh uh, let me have it please." You cried out. You moaned as you were kissed deeply and felt your tongues twirled around. "Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum, daddy. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, yes!" Your orgasm hit you hard; you saw pure white in your eyes as you crashed and rode that wave into pleasure.

"So good. So good! I'll give it to you princess. Just take it," Rayleigh continued on and huffed loudly, glasses finally falling off. He gripped the back of your thighs as he finished and milked himself.

The two of stay silent for a moment before you squeaked as you felt fingers stuff you full. "Can't waste a drop." Rayleigh winked.

You looked at him completely stunned.

This was certainly not how you thought the day would go...

~~~

*rereads and blushes* God damn....

I hope I did justice to my mans Rayleigh! I'm just gonna indulge in this fantasy to pretend that I didnt have to drop cash on this damn car...

Thanks for reading!

Part Two

[alastxrs]

𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐔𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨- "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟?" "… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐌-𝐌𝐞??" "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭… 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.. 𝐀𝐧𝐝… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞.."

❝𝐔𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩!❞

Now, you may be wondering how the 'Great' Usopp had gotten cornered by Y/N.

Y/N and him have been dating for a few months now.

His boyfriend didn't do anything wrong! The (H/C) haired man was the perfect man ever and he was treated with so much respect when his lover was at his side,

It was words that had been said by villagers from the island they had visited before.

"Can you believe that young man is dating that long-nosed boy?"

Y/N had begged the sniper into exploring the town at the last island they were visiting, he said that he wanted to go on a date with him, and what better way than to explore somewhere they'd never been.

"I would've assumed he was with that swordsman of the crew!"

"He seems kind of weak.."

"Who even is that?"

Those words rang in his head whenever he heard someone's reaction to finding out he was dating Y/N.

It was true.

Usually, those words wouldn't bother him because if it was true then Y/N wouldn't be with him.

The only thing that bothered him when people talked about his boyfriend and he was when people said that Y/N deserved to be with someone else from the crew.

He heard it all the time.

On every island.

It was just finally getting to him.

So, Usopp just started avoiding the other man.

Even if they were going to be on the same ship a lot.

And honestly.....it didn't go well.

FIRST TIME

Usopp stood at the bustling market, scanning the stalls for supplies. His eyes widened when he spotted Y/N approaching from the opposite direction.

Panic set in.

Quickly, Usopp ducked behind a stall, pretending to inspect some oddly shaped fruits. He held his breath as Y/N walked past, oblivious to his presence. Usopp sighed in relief, thinking to himself, 'That was close!'

SECOND TIME

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Usopp was enjoying the quiet, working on some new gadgets.

Suddenly, he heard Y/N’s voice coming from the galley, heading in his direction.

Usopp’s heart raced.

He swiftly gathered his tools and slipped behind a stack of barrels. Peeking out, he watched as Y/N strolled by, chatting animatedly with Franky.

Usopp wiped his brow, relieved to have avoided another intense discussion.

THIRD TIME

Usopp was practicing his marksmanship in the training area, arrows hitting the targets with precision.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Y/N heading towards him, likely to suggest a sparring session since they occasionally trained together.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed his bag and scrambled up a nearby tree, hiding among the branches. From his perch, he watched Y/N arrive, look around in confusion, and then walk away.

Usopp sighed, grateful for the cover of the leaves.

FOURTH TIME

The aroma of Sanji’s cooking filled the air as Usopp sneaked into the kitchen for a snack.

He opened a cupboard and grabbed a handful of cookies. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Y/N’s voice approaching.

Panicking, Usopp hid under the kitchen table, clutching his precious cookies. Y/N entered, chatted briefly with Sanji, and then left. Usopp emerged from his hiding spot, his heart still racing.

That was too close, he thought, nibbling on a cookie.

FIFTH TIME

Usopp climbed to the crow's nest for some solitude and to work on his next big invention.

As he tinkered with his tools, he heard footsteps on the ladder. He peeked over the edge and saw Y/N climbing up.

Usopp’s eyes widened in alarm. He quickly packed up his things and shimmied down the opposite side of the mast.

As he reached the deck, he glanced up to see Y/N looking out, clearly puzzled. Usopp shook his head as he sighed in relief as he walked away.

That was his whole week basically.

He did feel bad that he was ignoring his boyfriend yet he thought that maybe the (H/C) haired man was going to change his mind about dating him.

The dark-haired man was trapped in a corner with the shorter/taller man having both hands next to his head to keep him against the wall.

The other man glared at him though Usopp could tell the look in his eyes was just from worrying about him.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

He laughed nervously at the question, "Avoiding you? I'm not avoiding you!" he answered. "I think you are avoiding me!"

The other man rolled his eyes as if he looked right through his lie.

"Stop lying, everyone else on the ship has been able to have a conversation with you until I show up." Y/N sighed as he moved back to give the other man some space and crossed how own arms. "It's like you're afraid, what are you so afraid of?"

Usopp froze at the question before he thought of his answer.

"You...I'm scared of you..."

"M-Me?!"

The other man had to take a step back when he heard that answer.

It was like Y/N wasn't expecting it.

"Why are you afraid of me?!"

"I'm scared that...one day you'll see yourself as I see you...." The dark-haired man looked down at his feet since he couldn't find himself to look at his boyfriend. "Perfect..." The sniper was fidgeting with his fingers now out of nerves. "And...that you'll leave me for someone you deserve.."

There was a bit of silence between the two of them.

Neither of them knew what else to say.

Until the silence was finally broken, when one of them decided to speak.

"Usopp, I would never leave you." Those words sounded right and he was grateful but he still had his doubt until he felt arms around his waist. "I don't want anyone else, the only way I would leave you is if I was dead."

The dark-haired man believed that in a heart beat.

Y/N never did anything to betray his trust and even preferred to be with him over any of the other crewmates.

Usopp laid his head on the other man's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around him, the guilt from ignoring his partner. Tears formed in his eyes yet he didn't let himself cry. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled.

They stayed in silence for a few more minutes.

He honestly missed his boyfriend's touch more than anything.

Then, he was suddenly getting shaked by his lover. "You ever ignore me again, I will be at your ass so hard you'll be in pain for a whole year!!" YN said as he glared at him. "I know damn well I'm perfect but you wanna know who else is perfect? You! My boyfriend is perfect the way he is!"

'Beautiful yet scary..' The long-nosed man thought to himself.

A blush formed on his cheeks yet Usopp couldn't help but laugh as he kissed the other man which had gotten rid of Y/N's annoyed expression.

The (H/C) haired man leaned into the kiss as they pressed against each other's body.

"Okay, they made up, can we go now?"

"Yeah! I want food!"

Zoro and Luffy.

The two men froze when they heard the voices, they pulled away from the kiss and turned to see the rest of the crew.

Usopp's face went completely red as he freaked out. "Guys!??? Serious??? Why the hell did you watch us." Robin smiled while Usopp began hitting Luffy in the head for interrupting the moment and the whole crew laughed.

"We just wanted to make sure everything was okay!!" Chopper answered, Y/N ruffled the reighndeer's head at the answer. "We saw Usopp get dragged so we followed.."

Robin hummed with her arms crossed. "Glad to know you two are okay." she spoke.

The shorter/taller man smiled at the crew. "Why wouldn't everything be? He's stuck with me!" he said with a thumbs up. "That ass is mine after all."

Hearing those words, Usopp had a sense of relief and he was happy.

"That's great, can we eat now?"

"LUFFY!!!"

"OW!"

DIVIDER BY @cafekitsune

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: nsfw [minors dni]; afab!reader [no pronouns mentioned] wc: 1.1k

Zoro had never really paid much attention to the way strangers looked at him, never gave much thought to how townspeople would gasp and giggle and make furtive comments to each other as he passed by. On the rare occasion he paid them any mind, as he walked through vendor stalls of some island village, waiting for the rest of the crew to finish their shopping, he assumed it was the swords and the sullen demeanor that caught their attention—surely a man carrying three blades with a veneer of seriousness painted on his face would be enough to turn a few heads. It never really occurred to Zoro that the titillated whispers and sideways glances would have anything to do with the way his biceps twitched when he’d place a hand protectively on his sword’s hilt, or how his t-shirt hugged the muscled plane of his back in just the right way.

It never really occurred to him, at least, until he found himself a little perplexed by the way you ogled him while he lifted weights on the deck one afternoon. The midday sun beat down on him, perspiration dripping down his temples, his sweat-soaked shirt clinging desperately to every hill and valley of sinew across his body. He glanced up now and again to where you sat on the other side of the deck, tucked into a corner, knees pulled to your chest and a book held tightly in your hands. He kept catching your gaze as you observed him, your glance quickly flitting back down to your book or some spot just to one side of him or the other. He let his focus shift a little from his training to watch you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you stiffened with every bicep curl, cleared your throat exaggeratedly as he turned his back to you to do squats, started to fidget as he lifted the hem of his shirt to his forehead to wipe it down, exposing the rivulets of sweat that trickled down the ripples of his abs. He panted a confused “huh” as he saw you finally scurry away, slinking up the stairs towards your quarters.

It didn’t take long for something to stir within Zoro, for an inescapable tingle to grow at the base of his spine every time he made you squirm at the sight of his powerful, muscular frame. He found himself brazenly pursuing your attention, going out of his way to flex his forearm when handing you a basket of rolls at dinner, or popping his chest muscles absentmindedly as you handed him his basket of laundry, or stretching just perfectly so that his shirt would pull up at the bottom, exposing the sinewy contours of his stomach, the mesmerizing v-shape carved into his lower abdomen that led your gaze to where you knew it shouldn’t go on full display. You were maddeningly adorable, he thought, when you pressed your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as you watched him from a distance, trying less and less often to hide your lustful gazes. Zoro was ravenous for your objectification—so what that you were silently drooling over him like he was nothing but a brawny hunk of meat, reducing him to just his strong shoulders and the hard slab of his belly and his powerful legs? He couldn’t remember ever feeling so desired, so blatantly and obviously thirsted after, and it gave him a high that was better than anything he’d ever felt before.

Zoro’s head was hazy with addiction as he set about pulling off his grandest scheme: coercing you into some clothing store on the next island, telling you that yours was the only opinion he could possibly trust when it came to fashion. His cock twitched with anticipation as he tried on shirts that all were mysteriously a size or two too small for him; he could barely suppress the depravity in his grin as he watched you melt into the floor at the sight, nodding and smiling nervously as you averted your gaze from how the fabric strained as it stretched over the solid wall of muscle that was his chest. You were just too fucking cute, Zoro mused as he stepped back behind the curtain, the outline of his cock now visible in his pants. You were too damned adorable, the way your eyes widened at the sight of him, and he started to wonder just how easy it would be to fuck the shyness out of you. It took everything in him not to grab you by the wrist and drag you into that cramped fitting room with him, just to see if you were still as bashful and sweet when he pulled you onto his lap and stuffed his aching cock in you. He’d spread your legs over his steel-cabled thighs that you loved so much, holding your head up nice and high with his hand gently wrapped around your throat, pressing up into your jaw, so you’d have to watch yourself get fucked in the mirror, watch him fuck up into your shamelessly drenched cunt. Instead, he quietly gave himself a few quick strokes before steadying himself and trying to contain his overflowing lust; he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet, not when he enjoyed the tease, enjoyed watching you get heated and seeing the impatient longing written in your irresistibly guilty smile.

You’d both get what you yearned for eventually, he mused as he guided you out of the store, insisting with a wry smile that you wrap your arm around his lean waist so you’d stick together and neither of you would get lost; after all, his desire could only be contained for so long, and he feared that your poor heart might implode if he teased you much more. You’d both get what you needed, he thought, fantasizing about how you’d look pinned underneath him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands drifting over his bronzed skin—your fingers tracing along the veins in his arms, nails digging into the sinew of his shoulders, hands groping at his chest as you clenched around his hardness, grasping at him as he stretched you deliciously. He wondered if you’d be so shy when you couldn’t escape him, when he was all there was, when his thick cock throbbed deep in your needy cunt, or if you’d finally let go and unabashedly worship at the altar of his body. Zoro assured himself that he would find out soon enough just how fucking incredible you felt as he utterly ruined you, but for today, he wanted nothing more than to bask in your adoration of his impressive form, and chase after that indulgent high just a little longer.

[cinnbar-bun]

hi hi this has to be my favorite one piece writing blog, seriously ur writing makes me so happy 😭🖤

not sure if i can request multiple characters but do you mind if i can get general sfw/nsfw headcanons for jinbe and brook?

sorry i really like weird old men (again love your writing and i hope you have a very nice day!!!!!)

A/n: Aw thank you sweetheart. Please enjoy this~! Also, sorry for not posting for a bit, I’ve been exhausted from work and lost some motivation to write oneshots :( but I just love Brook so much so I had to do this.

Brook + Jinbei General SFW + NSFW HCs

Note: separate relationships, reader is GN, smut headcanons inside. Fluffy mmm.

Word Count: 874

Brook

Brook, ever the performer, loves waking you up or lulling you to sleep with his music. Heck, he’ll even burst out into song throughout the day for you if you wish. He’s your 24/7 skeletal radio.

Sometimes he also does freestyle music and makes up lyrics and beats on the spot about whatever you’re doing or how he feels. They’re usually cheesy and not all that serious, but they never fail to lift your spirits up.

Brook likes to be dramatic in your presence to get some attention from you. Sometimes he’s like a spoiled baby but he can’t help it- you’re too amazing!! And he loves you so much!!

If you’re ever feeling too hot, Brook will always put a hand to your head or elsewhere to help you cool down with his devil fruit powers. He’s your not so little walking ice pack.

Brook, while eccentric, is still an old man at heart so he often likes to treat you and spoil you the old-fashioned way. Kneeling on the main deck as you’re on the top deck while he performs you sweet sonnets and ballads he made just for you. Always wanting to keep an arm around your waist. Walking on the street side of the sidewalk. Buying you flowers at any given moment.

He’s a charming gentleman, and it’s very clear when it comes to you.

That being said, he can still be a pervert and it’s full force for you.

He goes gaga over your body! Literally loses his soul when he even gets a peek of you because ??? Hello??? You’re beautiful??

Beyond just sexually, he adores your body. It’s hard for him to explain the feeling but ever since he’s become just a pile of bones, he’s found a greater appreciation for the human body.

When he’s in bed with you, he wants to explore every inch and crevice of your body. Don’t get shy on him now, it’s not like he even has eyes to stare at you, YOHOHOHO!

Kidding, but really, when you two are getting intimate, he focuses on you and your reactions a great deal. He can’t have sex with you the way a human would, so most of his pleasure is derived from your enjoyment- yeah, he’s still got it.

His phalanges are god tier, argue with the wall!!!

Jinbei

Local dad-friend to the crew, loyal husband to you. You might not even be married but you might as well be, that’s just how sweet he is.

He really likes trying new things with you. Even something as small as a new ice cream flavor makes him happy. It’s rather silly and mundane, but something about doing it with you makes it feel wonderful.

“‘Cereal milk’…? There’s really a flavor for that?!”

And alongside new things, he likes to make traditions for the two of you. He’s a very sentimental man, so it can end up being something like eating that one specific dish you two had on your first date, or having a spot on the ship to sit and cuddle.

Jinbei makes sure you get a healthy amount of fruit in you. He will be casually leaving you a plate of freshly cut fruits and a glass of water beside you. He’s not letting you devoid yourself of essential nutrients and hydration. Will force feed you if necessary.

Okay this is just my headcanon but he’s got old man eyes so if something is in smaller fonts he squints and holds the page up to his face to try and read it. It isn’t until you offer to just read it for him that he FINALLY gives in and has you read it for him.

He’s got a great laugh. A hearty, jovial laugh that anyone in the crew can hear from miles away. Honestly, your jokes might not even be that good, but to him, it’s hilarious. Just being so carefree and funny like this is special to him. Your jokes and funny faces seriously make his day, so please never feel embarrassed to tell him one.

I don’t have a segue for this. He is just a big boy.

And yeah, he knows that he’s huge, which is why he takes extra care to make sure you’re properly stretched and ready to take him.

He never really put too much thought into his body beyond his strength, but he has to admit, he loves when you shower attention and compliment his body. Especially in the bedroom, his face just warms up and he gets a bit prideful. It gets him going knowing his body turns you on so much.

Gentle giant. He’s not going to go feral on you, especially not during the first few times you two lay together. He may consider that sort of thing later, alongside many safety measures.

He does enjoy doggy, but also, he finds it so sexy when you ride him. Forward or reverse, it doesn’t matter. It’s also a pretty good compromise because he can let you set a pace while joining with you to get it “rougher” if you so wish.

Lots and lots of praise from Jinbei, all whispered lovingly into your ear as he’s pounding into you <3

[owlwithanapple]

The Light and The Dark

Chapter 04. Wonderful

Your room

Just now, because you didn't have the courage to face Rayleigh, you had to find an excuse to fool him, but you didn't expect that the misunderstanding deepened and made him really worried. He hurriedly rushed to find Crocus to treat you.

Recalling your feelings just now, frankly speaking, you have never experienced any intimate feelings. You were sold to an island far away from your hometown. Since then, you have hated any man in your heart.

Always harassed and bullied, even beaten. Rayleigh is different from them, and cannot be compared. But how do you know if you are in love with Rayleigh without any experience?

Maybe Rayleigh already has a lover in private. You don’t know if you haven’t asked, so you can only imagine it. People just treat you as a friend, why do you want to break that line?

But the only thing that cannot be denied is that he is a very charming and strong man, always giving people a very down-to-earth and steady temperament. He is a man worth entrusting and an ideal partner.

There is an age gap between you and him but you don't mind it. But what if you really fall in love with him? You don't have the courage to change your feelings for him, so you can only hide it in your heart and stop missing him.

Now you stop thinking and lie quietly on the bed looking at the ceiling, not daring to move. You are thinking about how to explain to him, because you are not really uncomfortable, you just want to avoid him.

If you really want to explain it clearly, you don't know how to express it. What if he finds out that you are hated by him? If you are ignored or thrown off the boat into the sea, your life will be in danger.

"It's so troublesome..." You rolled on the bed.

Knock knock. There was a knock on the door...

"Y/N, I opened the door." It was Crocus standing outside the door.

"Come in." You replied and let him in.

You saw two men walk in after turning the doorknob of the room. One was Crocus, the ship's doctor with a medical bag, and the other was Rayleigh, who you didn't want to meet at the moment but still had a worried expression on his face.

"Rayleigh told me that you were not feeling well. Tell me the symptoms in detail." Crocus pulled a chair and sat beside the bed.

"I..." You looked at Rayleigh standing behind Crocus, and then blinked at Crocus to hint him.

"Why did you follow in?" Crocus turned to look at Rayleigh.

"I was worried." Rayleigh said with a serious expression.

"I..." You glanced at him shyly and hid under the quilt again.

"Go out, don't disturb my treatment." Crocus stood up, pushed Rayleigh out and closed the door.

Rayleigh's voice and knocking on the door came from outside, Crocus locked the door and returned to his seat. You lifted the quilt and poked your head out to confirm that Rayleigh was not there then sat on the bed.

"So what's wrong with you?" Crocus opened the medical kit.

"I'm fine..." You clenched your fists.

"You could die at any time if you lie to the doctor." Crocus told you seriously.

"I swear I'm fine... it's just..." You hesitated.

"Just?" Crocus looked at you in confusion.

"Promise me not to tell anyone." You begged him pitifully.

"Oh oh oh... OK..." Crocus was not immune to your look.

You briefly tell him about your confusion and situation, probably everything you think of Rayleigh from the first time you met him until now. Crocus listened to you with a serious look on his face as if he had understood everything.

"I see. I was having breakfast, that guy suddenly pulled me over and said there was an emergency..." Crocus frowned.

"I apologize for him, it was me who caused it. I didn't expect him to react so strongly." You apologized sincerely.

"That guy had the same idea as you." Crocus whispered.

"Huh? What did you say?" You leaned in to listen.

"Let it be, and you two will be fine." Crocus said with a smile.

"Huh...?" You didn't understand what he meant but still tried to understand what he said.

"I'll go out first, come and have breakfast when you're ready, or you won't get any." Crocus was about to leave the room with a medical bag.

"Wait a minute." You wanted to stop Crocus.

"Y/N, I promise you two will be fine." Crocus said, gave a thumbs up and left the room with a smile.

After Crocus left, you were left alone in a daze. Maybe you two were fine as Crocus said, or maybe you misunderstood. You shook your head and calmed down, just as he said, and stopped thinking about it.

Crocus, who left your room at this time, met Rayleigh who was waiting outside the door. Crocus recalled that you talked to him about Rayleigh and couldn't help laughing. The Dark King actually had a crush on a girl.

"What are you laughing at? How is Y/N?" Rayleigh was nervous.

"Hahaha! It's okay! Don't worry about it!" Crocus put his hand on Rayleigh's shoulder and pulled him away.

"Hey, is she sick?" Rayleigh shook off Crocus' hand.

"I said it's okay, believe me! But..." Crocus put his hand on his chin and stared at Rayleigh's face and suddenly stopped talking.

"But?" This made Rayleigh even more worried.

"You are so sinful, hahahaha!" Crocus said and started laughing and walked away.

"What's going on, that guy..." Rayleigh hesitated and followed Crocus.

You sat alone on the bed in the room thinking for a while when your stomach growled. You were worried all morning and you were hungry, so you should fill your stomach first.

After you left the room and closed the door, you walked slowly in the corridor stupidly, with many worries in your heart but you couldn't avoid it. It's not that you are afraid, but you just don't want to lose him and others.

Suddenly, a sense of uneasiness came over you, and you stood there waiting to calm down. You knew that it would be difficult to stay natural once you were involved in a relationship. Unknowingly, you were about to reach the dining area. Before that, you adjusted your mood before going in.

"Good morning!" You greeted everyone.

"Hey! Little girl! Are you sleeping in?" The first person to respond to you enthusiastically was Roger.

"Sister!" Shanks and Buggy ran towards you.

"Good morning." Rayleigh, who sat at the same table with Gaban, waved to you gently.

"Little girl! Go get some food, or it will be gone!" Gaban laughed.

"You can eat as much as you want when you are fine!" Crocus said with a smile.

Everyone treated you with care and love like a family member. Now it is different from the past. You are no longer living in fear every day in the past. You have a new home and dream.

You have no blood relationship, but you know that everyone will protect you. You don't want to drag others down, so you must become strong and protect them just as they protect you.

The first two people you met were Roger and Rayleigh. Roger was like a brother who always took on everything, but Rayleigh gave you a special feeling. What if one day you really fall in love with him, what would you do?

Now you know the possibility that if falling in love with Rayleigh is real or an illusion, you will not regret it in this life. You don't force yourself to have him, but only hope to be by his side.

"Sister!" Buggy stood on the left, and Shanks stood on the right. They both jumped up and grabbed your hands at the same time.

"Hwah! You scared me!" You were stunned by their jumping ability.

"Who told sister to be in a daze~" Shanks let go and stood on the ground.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." You picked up Buggy.

"Foul! Buggy!" Shanks pointed at Buggy angrily.

"Heh! Envy me!" Buggy made a face and stuck out his tongue.

"You two little idiots, don't bother sister. Go eat your food or I'll eat it." Rayleigh picked up Buggy and Shanks and walked back to their seats.

"Help~" Buggy was struggling.

"Y/N, I've got your breakfast. I'll put it next to me." Rayleigh left this sentence and went to find Roger.

Everyone arrived at the dining area earlier than you this morning, except you who were late because of some small accidents. You glanced at the remaining food and found that it was almost gone, even the bread was gone.

You went to the empty seat next to Rayleigh's seat. There was a bowl full of breakfast and a cup of warm coffee on the table. Gaban nodded to indicate that this was your seat.

"Sit down, Rayleigh just served it for you, eat it while it's hot." Gaban ate his food in big mouthfuls.

"Okay." You sat down and took a sip of coffee.

Maybe Rayleigh is watching what you eat. The bowl is full of your favorite food. You put it into your mouth one bite at a time and carefully taste the deliciousness of the food. For some reason, today's breakfast is particularly delicious.

"Does it suit your appetite?" Rayleigh sat next to you.

"Yes! Thank you!" You answered him with a smile.

For some reason, Rayleigh ate very quickly today and his plate was empty. He told you that he had something urgent to deal with and left the dining area with Roger. After enjoying breakfast, you had a cup of coffee and sat down to chat with Gaban.

"What are Roger and Rayleigh busy with?" You were curious.

"Wait and see." Gaban just replied to you with this sentence.

After you finish talking with Gaban, you leave the dining area with him. Shanks and Buggy follow you along the way. The two kids are eager to play with Gaban. These two kids are really popular with others.

Gaban tells Shanks' life story. A long time ago, Roger got a treasure box and mixed it with a 1-year-old baby, which is Shanks. Roger's pirate group finally decided to take him in and let him serve as an apprentice pirate.

"Little girl!" Roger ran to you excitedly.

"What's wrong?" You can see that he is smiling with his teeth showing.

"Follow me!" He carried you on his shoulders and ran away.

"What are you doing!" You were so fast that you were stunned.

"Buggy! What are you waiting for! Catch up!" Shanks ran to follow.

"Go!" Gaban shouted.

"Nani!" Buggy was dumbfounded.

While waiting, Rayleigh saw Roger carrying you, and a few people followed behind. He knew that Roger was a person who would do stupid things. He didn't expect that you would suffer so soon after joining.

"If Y/N wasn't a crew member, I would have thought you kidnapped her." Rayleigh put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

"Hahaha! Don't delay the fun!" Roger put you down carefully.

"Oh my God..." You sat on the wooden box in a daze.

"Sorry, I originally asked Roger to call you over, but I didn't expect him to carry you over." Rayleigh hurried over to comfort you.

You were shocked by Roger's behavior, and he immediately turned around to complain to Roger. Suddenly, Roger had no choice but to laugh it off, and Rayleigh couldn't do anything about him.

He walked over to you and gently stroked your head to comfort you, trying to calm you down. He was relieved to confirm that you were safe. After you calmed down, you were curious about why Roger hurried to bring you here.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" you asked.

"Hehe! A gift for you!" Roger handed you a wooden box.

"Why did you suddenly give me a gift?" You looked at the small wooden box in confusion.

"Something you will use." Rayleigh smiled.

"Sister, open it quickly!" Shanks and Buggy became excited.

You put the wooden box on your thighs and carefully observed the appearance of the wooden box. You stroked the small wooden box and lifted it up to shake the light weight. Rayleigh sat next to you and motioned you to open it and take a look with an expectant expression on his face.

When you open it, you find a dark black short stick and a white leather strap. The material used is unclear, but the length is about 15cm. The overall appearance of the short stick is engraved with delicate fire patterns.

"What is this?" you asked Rayleigh.

"Take it out and have a look." Rayleigh stood up.

You noticed that Roger and Rayleigh were keeping a distance from you as if they were observing you. You were curious about why they were standing far away, so you plucked up the courage to reach into the wooden box.

You took the short stick out of the wooden box. It was just a short stick, but you soon got tired holding it with one hand. The weight was heavier than you thought.

You stand up from your seat, holding the short stick tightly in both hands, and notice that the pattern of the fire pattern is flashing a faint orange light. For some reason, the front and back ends are also flashing orange.

You stand there in a daze, wondering what the hell this thing is and why it suddenly glows red. When you are at a loss, the short stick stretches out into a long stick, and flames appear at the front and back ends.

"What is this!" You are startled to see the appearance of the short stick has changed.

"Hahahaha! This is my gift to you!" Roger laughs proudly with his hands crossed.

"It was found on an island a long time ago. It is a rare type of weapon that has become extinct." Rayleigh explains to you.

"I give you this weapon as a talisman. It can be very useful at a critical moment." Roger looked at you.

"I don't have enough combat experience. How can you give me this rare weapon casually?" You returned the weapon to Roger.

"Hahaha! Little girl, watch me!" Roger took the weapon from you, and the long stick suddenly retracted to its original shape, and the red light that was originally flashing also went out.

"How could this happen?" You witnessed the short stick in Roger's hand return to its original shape.

"This weapon is carefully forged to stimulate special abilities. Rayleigh and I tried to use it several times but it didn't respond to us." Roger explained.

"There is a rumor that this weapon will choose the right user for it, no matter you are strong or weak." Rayleigh took it and shook it in his hand a few times but there was no response.

"Irony! Take it!" Roger took it back and threw it to you.

"Wait a minute!" You caught it with both hands in panic.

The short stick returned to your hand and lit up red again. This time, strangely, it did not extend any longer. The flames at the front and back were no longer orange but dark red. With a bad feeling, you raised it to the sky, and a large red flame spurted out from the front of the short stick.

"It's actually spewing fire!" Shanks and Buggy raised their hands and shouted in fear.

"Wow, so cool." Gaban whistled.

"Why did it change to another form?" You were amazed.

"The weapon has three forms. The first one emits orange fire to turn into a long stick, the second emits dark red fire to attack a large area, and the third is currently unknown." Rayleigh made you understand more about the power of the weapon.

"Three forms?!" You were shocked when you heard it.

"Incredible!" Roger laughed.

"But the third form has not appeared yet. What should I do?" You clenched your fist.

"Hahaha! Come and spar with me, maybe you can change into the third form!" Roger drew his sword.

"Wait a minute!" You put your hands in front of you.

"Take it!" Roger clenched his sword and rushed towards you.

When the crisis came, you did not hesitate to use your weapon to shout in the direction where Roger was running, "Don't come over!" A cannon of crimson flame was fired in the direction of Roger.

"It's on fire!" Buggy quickly fetched water to put out the fire.

"Wait for me, Buggy!" Shanks quickly chased after him.

You saw the flames spreading on Roger. This was the first time you attacked someone, and it turned out to be your benefactor. You trembled in fear and sat on the ground, watching Roger about to be engulfed by the fire.

"Roger..." You sat on the ground and trembled all over.

"Phew~ The fire is really strong!" Roger came out of the fire.

"Huh?" You were dumbfounded. Roger was actually safe and sound.

"Little girl! You will fight when you need to. It's best to have this awareness!" He swaggered over and squatted in front of you.

"Roger! I!" You wanted to say but was interrupted by him.

"Little girl, listen carefully! You are a crew member of the Roger Pirates, you are my subordinate, you are the one I have cultivated! You have talent and a smart head! The awareness of not fearing life and death!"

"Before you were kidnapped but did not give in to those bastards. That was when I looked at you with the most respect! You are indeed powerless but your will has never lost to anyone!"

"Just when I was about to attack you in your direction, you did not choose to run away but drew your weapon to attack me! The power was not critical, but it was enough to catch my body on fire and cause damage!"

"This weapon must be yours, take it!" Roger said with a smile.

"Oh... Thank you..." You held the weapon tightly in your hand and couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"I'll interrupt you, the warm time is over! Come and put out the fire!" Rayleigh hit Roger's head.

You and Roger turned around and saw that the fire began to spread. You were so scared that you quickly carried water to help put out the fire. The power of the flames was too terrible. Didn’t expect that the trouble you caused was to burn the ship.

After several hours, the fire was finally completely extinguished. Fortunately, the fire was put out immediately and the ship suffered minor damage without any signs of loss, and it did not affect the voyage. It was a blessing in disguise.

You were called by Rayleigh to mop the floor. When you took the mop, you glanced at Roger who was sitting on the floor and being severely scolded by Rayleigh. You could hear Rayleigh's lecture even if you were standing far away.

Rayleigh scolded Roger with a ferocious look on his face. This was the first time you saw him angry. You wanted to apologize and said that the problem was that you abused the weapon and caused the current situation.

But he stopped you and didn't give you any chance to defend Roger. The reason was that the two of them wanted to give you weapons as a gift, but Roger tested your determination without discussing anything.

Although clearly understand Roger's intention, as the captain, any damage to the ship caused by testing the crew is Roger's responsibility, and it is his dereliction of duty to put his companions in danger without authorization.

"How scary~" Gaban smiled as he approached you.

"Well... this is the first time I've seen Rayleigh like this." You held the mop.

"Haha, you'll get used to it." Gaban patted your back.

You continued mopping the floor and cleaned up every corner of the dirt. After a while, Rayleigh and Roger seemed to have reconciled, which was a good thing. Hope Roger won't mess around like this next time, although it's impossible.

"Rayleigh." You took a glass of water.

"Hey, what's up?" Rayleigh put down the box and replied to you.

"This is for you." You handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you. I apologize for Roger. He shouldn't have tested you like this." Rayleigh took a glass of water and sat down.

"No need. It was me who caused it. I should apologize." You sat next to him.

"If we continue like this, it will never end. Let's have a drink and pretend nothing happened, okay?" He raised his glass and waited for you.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." You raised your glass and toasted him.

The two of you talked freely. Some unexpected situations occurred, but they did not hinder your communication. Forgetting all the troubles and enjoying the time alone with Rayleigh is your best memory.

"Do you like it? That weapon." Rayleigh drank the water and suddenly asked you.

"I like it very much. But I can't control it." You smiled.

"I'll teach you next time. At first, no one knows how to use the weapon correctly." Rayleigh gave you his advice.

"Okay! Great!" You agreed immediately.

"What do you want to name the weapon?" Rayleigh asked suddenly.

"Eh? Name..." You whispered.

"It's a rare fire attribute weapon. I think it can be given a cool name." Rayleigh smiled.

"Hmm... call it Enbu." You smiled.

"Since it's decided, let's have a sparring match, Y/N." Rayleigh stood up and stood in front of you with a confident smile.

"Now?!" You stood up.

"The enemy won't ask you when you can start the fight." Rayleigh held the scabbard.

"Okay then... Please teach me, Dark King." You held Enbu.

The two of you kept your distance and were observing each other's body changes. You didn't draw your weapons yet, but just held them in your hands to wait for the right time. As soon as you made any movement, you would start to attack.

A strong pressure came over you. The opponent in front of you was the Dark King Silver Rayleigh, who everyone feared. Once he drew his sword, it would be your turn to fight back.

The two of you were just waiting without moving. Rayleigh's eyes seemed like a wild wolf waiting for its prey to take the bait, and you were the prey he was waiting to eat.

You exhaled in your mouth to try to relieve the tension, but Rayleigh's expression was very calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a smile. He already had enough combat experience. A strong enemy to you was a simple one to him.

You wondered whether you should attack first or wait. Waiting for a long time would be disadvantageous to you. You had witnessed the power and speed of Rayleigh's sword. It only takes one second to kill you.

When you were concentrating, Roger and others were watching, including two children. You focused your eyes on Rayleigh and didn't dare to look away from him.

"Sis! Attack!" Buggy suddenly shouted to cheer.

Shanks slapped Buggy, "Idiot! Don't interfere!"

"Huh?" You turned your head and looked at them, distracted.

"Sis! Right!" Shanks called you nervously.

The biggest mistake you made was that you were distracted by Buggy's voice. When you heard Shanks shouting at you to turn right, Rayleigh's scabbard was already at your neck.

You were shocked by Rayleigh's lightning-fast attack and couldn't react for a while. When you saw his scabbard on your neck, you stopped breathing instantly, thinking that Rayleigh's sword would definitely kill you.

"I'll teach you a lesson. Don't look away when facing the enemy. You will die." Rayleigh warned you.

From the beginning, you knew that you were far behind them in strength, and you were not on the same level at all. Rayleigh exuded a fierce aura, and you felt that fear was a fatal blow.

Your breathing was already rapid, your legs were shaking slightly, and you began to feel that the Enbu in your hand was heavier than before. You didn't dare to fight back at all, and you didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Before, you were abused by the traffickers and fell to the ground with serious injuries, but you were not afraid of death. However, now you feel that it is really terrible, it is the nightmare brought by Rayleigh, this is the so-called oppression.

"Rayleigh threatened her with Haki." Roger said.

"I can feel Rayleigh's Haki even from the side. She's doomed to fail. Her opponent, a very tough guy." Gaban smiled evilly.

"Sister..." Shanks clenched his fists in worry.

Since Rayleigh has already attacked head-on, you can't just be afraid. Don't forget that you are not fighting with bare hands, you have a weapon in your hand, Enbu, you hold Enbu tightly in your hand and keep thinking about how to deal with it.

"Surrender?" Rayleigh asked.

His words instantly woke you up. Since you chose to step onto this ship and become their companion. Then you should become stronger and become a force instead of always relying on them. Now you tell yourself that you must fight back.

"Rayleigh..." You look at him.

"Hm?" He looks puzzled.

The best moment is now when Rayleigh is looking at you. You aim your Enbu at his face and shoot fire mercilessly. Then you push back a few steps and stretch your Enbu to prepare for the attack.

Your attack frightens the onlookers. What you do is unexpected. It is true that you are afraid of hurting Rayleigh, but since you want to become stronger, you can't hesitate.

"Kill him! Little girl!" Roger stood up and cheered.

Just when you relax a little, you suddenly feel a strong murderous aura, which seems to be coming towards you. You watch a people walk out of the fire.

You felt that the fire didn't hit Rayleigh directly. For a moment, you noticed that Rayleigh had dodged and avoided the vital parts before you acted. It was really terrible to see his power right away.

"Huh... so ruthless. But..." Rayleigh took off his burned coat.

"But?" You held Enbu tightly in your hand.

He pointed to the fire behind him and said, "Put out the fire first."

The raging fire behind Rayleigh was burning, and you quickly took back Enbu and ran to help put out the fire. A sudden exchange of sparring and fire made all of you quarrel on the ship.

Rayleigh noticed something was wrong and ordered that you were forbidden to use Enbu to fire fire when sparring on the ship. According to him, Enbu's fire is more difficult to extinguish than ordinary fire. If left alone, the fire will devour the ignited objects.

Late night time -

In addition to being busy with the ship and undergoing various devilish training today, you also experienced various hardships and false alarms. After being busy and tired all day, late night time is your most relaxing time.

You walk and hum songs while holding your clothes, hoping to take a bath in the bathroom to release all the fatigue of today. But you take it lightly because late night is not as safe as you imagined...

The End.

[laceymorganwrites]

Jealousy suits you

One Piece men edition

A/N: Look, jealousy hcs for the guys are always nice, but I need more feral and possessive reader ones so here you go 

Female reader

NSFW

Kid:

oh he´s gonna love this

begrudgingly

for Kid being jealous himself is natural, and he hates seeing you complain about it. you´re his and nobody else can have you. simple as that

when you tell him you´re jealous, or when he notices more likely, his first instinct would be to belittle you a bit

he finds it cute but doesn´t take you seriously at first

after all he doesn´t care about any other women than you

but when you´re in bed that night, he sees the sheer anger and passion in your eyes

oh it just clicks for him

he wants to tease you, how desperate you are for marking him up

you tell him to shut up and his dick twitches, he has to hold himself back not to cum on the spot

Kid enjoyed the switch of power a bit too much and won´t even stop any women from flirting with him anymore

Kaido:

he´s so dense, he doesn´t even realize you´re jealous

doesn´t take you serious at all in your emotions so he won´t even be mad or annoyed

just tries to shrug it off

but when you´re home and just push him onto bed roughly he´s flabbergasted, does not know what´s going on

doesn´t mind the change of power, you two have been together long enough for him to fully trust you and accept the fact he´s enjoying a bit of care from you from time to time

but you´ve never been so rough with him before, it surprises him quite a bit

you´re riding him when you finally tell him he should stop letting other women get so close to him 

he tries to reassure you as best as he can but you´re not getting more than: ´don´t be ridiculous´

Kaido doesn´t care for other women, it´s been hard enough to get you in the first place (most of all because he´s been in denial of his own feelings for so long)

still, you won´t be satisfied with just this answer tonight, opting to pull at his horns and be even rougher with him

´...I´ll send them away next time´

King:

out of all of them he immediately realizes when he´s being flirted with by some other woman 

and he´s fucking scared of it

he hates getting attention like this when it´s not from you

he always tells you when some woman bothered him on his way back home, which you then take care of

but one day you were out in town with him, holding his hand, very clearly a couple

so when some woman blatantly flirts with King in front of you, touching his chest, you just flip

King apologizes to you at home, saying how he was just frozen and couldn´t do anything

but he´s always a good boy, you know that 

and you don´t blame him at all

still, you need to get your frustrations out

you´re gentle with him in bed, paying attention to his most sensitve spots

you overstimulate his nipples, biting and marking them until he´s a whimpering mess

your touches are so soft and gentle, so passionate

he used to hate his voice so much but you manage to force it out of him over and over again

you´re fingering him, it´s almost embarrassing at this time how easy and quick you find his prostrate every damn time

but tonight you make him cum untouched for the first time

´only I get to touch you like that´

Killer:

he knows he´s in trouble when he sees that sweet smile of yours when he´s giving this poor woman directions

she wasn´t even flirting with him but Killer´s always too nice to everybody and that irks you

you usually don´t get that possessive but when you do there´s no stopping it

you´re scaringly calm and quiet whenever you get jealous, ordering him around when you´re alone

you´ll be nice enough with foreplay, stretching him out nicely, making him cum almost, but only almost

the strap you have is bigger than his cock and it fills him up perfectly, he´s alwasy a whimpering mess when you use it, so it´s your lucky charm

you have him against your chest, mercilessly fucking into him and hearing that sweet slutty moan when you pull his hair just right

´mommy, please-´

´please what? use your words, you´re a big boy aren´t you?´

´I´m yours, only yours, please, mommy, please I need it so bad´

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Pairing: Usopp x Female Reader - Mami

*seen a Headcanon that @sanjisblackasswife did about Luffy speaking Spanish and Usopp knowing a bit talking back and forth so now boom...Usopp speaks some too cause the idea is delicious and I can't stop thinking of it...plus I'm Puerto Rican and him calling me Mami would literally melt me inside and out lol 🤣🥵*

@trxshpandax hope you like it

Warnings: vaginal penetration! Rough sex! Dom!Usopp! Hair pulling, back shots, dirty talk, use of the name papi (daddy)

*banner*

Your moans bounced off the wall, as Usopp's hips slapped into your backside. His long curved cock mashing your insides around as his fingers dug into your plump ass and hips, "Like that Mami?"

Nodding your head was a struggle as your pretty hair was wrapped tightly around the sniper’s fist, grunts leaving him as his head threw back from the pleasure of your tight walls milking his chocolaty cock. “Mmmhmm ~ fuck it feels so good papi~” Your eyes rolling back as he only fucks you harder, knowing how much he likes it when you call him that. You felt your arms give out under you making you gasp as he moves his hand from your hair to your shoulders, pushing you in the mattress as his cock fucked you deeper. 

“Shit~ you’re so wet! Fuck mami you feel so good!” Usopp’s broken moans reach your ears as his hips grind into you from above. “Damn~Ah fuckfuckfuck!” His pretty curls falling off his shoulders like a curtain around you shielding the light and you couldn’t get enough of him. “Usopp papi - fuck- please don’t stop!” Your words are a bit muffled and he only reaches his arm around you to lift your head up by the front of your neck, his face coming closer. 

“What was that mami? Couldn’t hear you?” Usopp asks with a grunt moving his hand off your back to press into the mattress next to you, going deeper in your dripping cunt as he gets closer to hear you. “Fuck! Usopp! Shit don’t stop pleasepleaseplease!” You scream out at the deeper angle and he only grins, using his precision skills for more things than just his slingshot he pounds harder into your sweet spot. “Don’t worry mami I won’t. Promise. Just keep saying my name like that and I’ll keep going. Got it mami?”

His command and question having you cry out a loud, “Yes Usopp!” His ego bursting with every loud scream of his name, loving how you let everyone know just who was making you feel so good. Usopp might’ve been a shy awkward ball of nerves but in the bedroom he always had something to prove. You were on the same boat as a green haired hottie and the sweet talking chef, not to mention the strongest captain on the sea right now. 

“Come on mami~ say it again for me. Please~” Usopp asks with kisses all over your neck, his nose breathing in the smell of your pretty floral perfume he loved so much. “Usopp! Fuck it’s yours papi! Your cock feels so fucking good don’t stop please~g-gonna cum!” If his chest kept getting any bigger from your praise he was gonna explode but he had to make sure you did first. “Yeah? That’s right mami all mine baby. You look so pretty like this.” Usopp grunts in your ear and you lose it hearing his voice laced with lust. Creaming on his dark cock that made your eyes roll back, a white creamy ring forming at the base that made his mouth water. Feeling you ooze around him, your walls only tightening and spasming only bringing him over the edge along with you. 

“Shitshitshit that’s it mami. Fuck that’s it. Damn I’m gonna cum you feel so good~ Ugh! Fuck mami I love you~” Heart fluttering as he turns your head to kiss you deeply, hips stilling as he spills his thick seed inside your contracting cunt.  Tongues battling as he shook above you before pulling away with sigh, arms dragging you to lay on your side with him. Cock buried in your pussy as he kept kissing your head, sweet goody Usopp back in an instant as he smiles behind you lovingly. “I really do love you!” 

[fanaticsnail]

I saw on twitter someone asking who was stronger, King or Katakuri, and one blessed soul answered "I think they should settle that in bed" and I LAUGHED SO FUCKING HARD that I needed to share with someone.

I love big people so much

Oh my gosh, I mean... I mean...

Okay, but, but, but, but... Hold up.

They're both into wearing leather and facial masks, we know they're kinky. King has a full 3' extra height on Kata, which would be the equivalent of maybe 5-10'' difference for non-giant sized couplings ( @physics-of-one-piece help me, you're better at this than I am and I love you ).

NSFW below the cut, Katakuri x King, amab x amab, canon x canon. MDNI, smut, less than 100 words, 18+.

I know you didn't ask on my hot take, Sunny. I just needed to see how it'd play out in my head. Ssssssssssorry.

Okay, so King has his pretty wings, so I'd see him top to give him full room to stretch out and cover them both. However, I don't see Katakuri bottoming for him. I think Kata would soft dom King while King hard subs Kata. Lots of degradation from King to Katakuri, where Katakuri would only give praise and adoration to King.

I could see King just spurting filth down at Kata like: "Oh, if only your Mama could see you now, beneath me all sweaty and panting like a wounded animal. So pathetic. So weak. So small." Which would earn him a particularly hard thrust up to have him gasp, with Katakuri retorting, "You know very well I'm not small, and you take me so well, my sweet."

Unless it comes to oral.

Katakuri gives so well, and King refuses to return the favor. It's the only time King cannot give degradation to Katakuri, especially when the minister of flour does that one thing with his tongue that he loves so much. King turns into a whimpering mess, a puddle of quivering lust: muffling his moans into his palm while he looks down into the intense eyes of his lover. Katakuri offers him a smile with his mouth very full, his teeth poking out from the corners of his curled lips.

So my hot take, King would top Kata, but King would be the one taking Kata.

ANYWAY. I just love giants, and these two are gorgeous.

[overtaken-stream]

More king the wildfire smut?

Adorable Pigeon

King The Wildfire x F!Reader

! !NSFW! !

Here's that one smut idea I talked about. I apologise for not fitting in enough kinks.

Warnings: smoker!Reader, overestimation(?).

``Why do your wings do that...``

``Do what?``

The lavish bedding adorns the man lying on his back, his right calf resting on his knee as his eye blinks up at your strengthened form sitting next to him. The tobacco lights indicate your face, they burn bright before moving away.

You blow the cigar smoke out. ``Y'know, the shaking.``

His hands move from behind his head, grabbing onto his calf through the blanket covering him. King raises an eyebrow at you, however in the dark his confusion gets overlooked.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you get your back away from the cold headboard, moving so the butt of the cigar rests on the edge of the ashtray. The sweat has managed to parch, making the smell that invaded each corner of his room linger on your skin.

Your shape turns towards him, leans over, and carefully rests your elbows on his heart so that your torso is connecting both of your bodies.

He can smell the cigar on your lips so close to his own.

``How about... A round two?``

And just like that, the confusion gets replaced by curiosity and lust. His hand comes over your neck, dragging your mouth closer as you leave the leading role up to his wet muscle, you don't move during his invasion into you, only leaving your hole open for him to salvage and moisturize. A quiet hiss escapes you as his teeth bite into your lip, sucking the now-forgotten question out of you and leaving it bare. The metallic taste is forgotten as his tongue clings to yours through the slobber.

You slide your hands above and into his snow-white strands, and without disturbing the make-out session, you move your whole body onto him under the covers. You caress his hair, eyes closed, you think about the way his lips fit snuggly on your bruised ones and move accordingly.

It's only a matter of time before you rest your behind on top of his front, thin blanket uncovering your forms. Your right hand grabs his massive thigh for balance while observing how his cold eyes look at the mess he left behind just an hour ago, for second lust-filled gazes lock.

Two wicked smiles form.

Grabbing ahold of your region, you give him a show, exposing your clit from its hood with two nimble fingers that move accordingly to the swaying of your hips, as you smirk down at him from above. You only stop as his fingers join yours.

``We're going to get the blankets dirty.``

``Hmpf, and whose fault will that be?-`` His thumb presses sharply on your glistening pearl, and your hips jerk back due to his action as a stuttering moan escapes your lips. His hand grabs your buttocks, keeping your shaking hips still and heart beating.

With a smirk he asserts. ``Yours.``

Without a second thought, he grabs ahold of your tit, taking away whatever answer your overheated mind came up with and he begins harshly kneading the flesh as his second hand holds his cock, jerking it before lining it up with your hole. Stretched labia rests on his tip before they are pushed back and hidden from his invasion.

``oooh,. mmm... Fuck...`` You tilt your head back, eyes rolling. ``You, you're such a pain...``

Mercilessly he shoves your struggling form down, and a high-pitched moan bounces off of the walls, it does little to deter him from lifting his hips into you and shoving his full length in you. Straining your walls and forcing them to flutter around him.

``So wet for me-`` He says as his hips go down, looking at his size and adorning the wet sensation all around him.

``and no one else-!`` His hip bone slams firmly to yours.

The fast pace and temperature rise make your head giddy, hands clinging onto his that rest on your waist, while his cock drives deep into your core, hitting the sweet spot that makes pleasure bloom inside you. You're moaning like a cheap whore, sweet and short `ah, ah ah-`s fly throughout.

It isn't long before the flower wilts and lets its petals go, along with your thought process.

Your body shakes as more slick escapes out of you, clasping harder than ever on his cock. A deep groan emits from him, yet his hips continue forward, chasing his height and ignoring your bliss-turned-agony. It won't be long.

And it wasn't, exhausted by the previous round. Soon warmth flooded into you, and your chest met his torso. Dripping on sweat you could only see the fluffed-up feathers shudder under him, puffed up and making his wings seem bigger than they actually were.

Tired of the sex, you rest your head on his collar, unbelieving yet still confirming what you were seeing. You are mesmerized by the act that he seems oblivious to, it was, dare you say... Cute.

Validation came as the countless feathers calmed down just as he stopped ejaculating into you.

Your hooded eyes look at his face, fingers drawing circles on his body that was moving up and down, breathing as if he ran a marathon.

A smile overtakes your features. Satisfied by the answer you've found.

``You know, if your wings do what I think they do... You were more adorable than I originally thought.``

[angelsinthejungle]

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Zoro x Fem Reader Japanese mythology AU NSFW! S/O is a selfless and gentle shrine maiden who helps others despite never receiving payment. She’ll help any stranger out, whether it’s cooking for them, offering them a place to stay for the night, healing, etc. Demons often bring havoc to the world and one of S/O’s duties is exorcising them. Sacrifices are often given to the King of Hell to keep the demons at bay, and S/O is chosen as a sacrifice. Could you make S/O a total cinnamon roll too?

OKAY I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOR FREAKIN EVER. I just kept writing and writing and it turned out to be multi-chapter, and I'm almost done with the whole work, so here's the first bit. I'm not the most impressed with my work in the beginning but maybe eventually I'll edit it. I love this idea so much and RESPECTFULLY on my knees for demon king Zoro 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ I have also never written this au before so thank you for the challenge! (But I LOVE Inuyasha so I was influenced a bit from that)

🍶WC: almost 5k (4,955)

TW's: gore, blood (bleeding and drinking blood), betrayal, drugged (ish?) injuries, pain.

If you can't read the gore/betrayal but still want to read the chapters, there will be a summary at the end. Stop reading at "You dare question our decision, shrine maiden?" and continue after "Oi... up" a deep voice floated through the darkness of your unconsciousness.

Chapter 1: Betrayal and Blood

You wiped the sweat from your brow, huffing. You ran a cloth over the blade, cleaning the dark blood from the metal, shivering at the touch of it. Despite routinely exorcising demons, you could never get over having to slice and injure a living being. You knew those creatures did nothing but evil, but feeling the slice of the blade pierce their bones and flesh... you hated it. You sheathed your sword, looking around you. The demons always faded into black smoke and ash when they died, leaving you, luckily, without a mess to clean up. Well. A body to dispose of. Blood still splashed over the ground, staining it black. You sighed. You needed to purify the blood, lest it spawned into an evil spirit.

You grabbed your blessed water, dousing the blood stains with it. The dirt path turned to mud at your actions, but at least no evilness would linger here. After completing that task, you stretched up, groaning. Your wide, white and red wide sleeves tumbled down to reveal your bare arms to the dark, early morning air. You breathed deeply, satisfied with your work.

The trek back to the temple where you resided was long, but beautiful. You admired the sunrise as it occurred, tired feet stumbling over tree roots or rocks as you watched the sprouting purples, pinks, and oranges that lead to the golden light of morning.

You rounded the final corner to the temple and were surprised to find a figure standing at the front gate. Normally you didn't get visitors, if any, until the afternoon or in the evening. You lived basically in the middle of nowhere.

"Hello? May I help you with something?" you called gently. It wasn't uncommon for weary travelers to seek shelter or warmth, but it was odd it was this early in the morning. They must've been traveling all night. The figure turned at the sound of your voice. A jolt of shock clanged down your spine. A Priest of the High Order. You immediately knelt before him and lowered your forehead to the ground, cushioned by the backs of your hands. Your heart was pounding, mind spinning with surprise. What was one of the highest ranking priests doing here?

"High Priest. May I ask what brings you to this humble establishment?"

"I have heard much about you. Raise your head. Let me look at you" he spoke. You sat up slowly, tilting your head upwards but averting your eyes. Cold fingers gripped your chin, moving your head side to side. He let you go and stepped back.

"Hm. Now open the gate please. It's rather cold this morning and these old bones are aching" he said with a withered smile.

You scrambled up, fumbling in your long robes for the key to the front gate.

"Of course! I can get some tea brewed while I cook a meal. I'm sorry I don't have much, but it will be warm. I have many blankets you may use while you're here as well" you rambled, finally getting the key in the lock and opening the gate. The words came easy to you, having said it to all those who approached your doors in search of shelter. You meant it. You didn't need much at all, only the necessities. You liked living a simple life, but you purchased a variety of clothing, blankets, healing items, and extra food with your pension regularly. You even accepted such donations from the townspeople when you made the trip. All of it was for the travelers or those less well off and in need of such items.

You ushered in the High Priest, closing the gate behind you, and offered your arm for him to grab hold of. The main path lead to a large, beautiful shrine that you were tasked to take care of as a shrine maiden. You lived in the small temple nearby, but the path to the temple could be hazardous with its loose stones and other tripping hazards that lined it- especially to someone with aching bones. Sure, he was a High Priest, but he was also an old man who was aching from the cold. He wrapped a freezing hand around your arm, and you let him guide your pace.

"Please, watch out for that stone. It's a little wobbly" you said, pointing to a stone in the path. The Priest nodded, avoiding it. The two of you reached the front door. You tore off the hidden piece of paper that acted as a ward and slid open the door for your guest.

"Impressive ward" he muttered. You blushed at the praise. It was one you used whenever you had to go out to exorcise a demon. It let those who had pure intentions to look for shelter, food, water, or simply out of innocent curiosity, enter. Those who saw the empty temple as an opportunity for evil or dubious intentions could not get past the path, constantly transported back to the beginning of the walkway when they tried to open the door. Of course, only if they managed to get past the locked gate.

The Priest had entered the temple, removing his shoes and shuffling slowly towards the small hearth sunk into the floor in the middle of the room. You quickly kicked off your own shoes and scrambled to offer him pillows to sit on and multiple blankets. He accepted them graciously, and you helped him sit on the pillows. You quickly started the fire, opening the high, slotted windows to let the smoke flow out, and filled the suspended pot with water. You searched through your food.

You didn't have much, but you could make a simple, filling soup. You grimaced, wishing you had something better to offer the old man, especially since he was held in such regard. While in the closet that housed your cooking supplies and food, you spooned tea leaves into a tea pot and brought it with you to the hearth. You tucked the outer blanket on the priest tighter against his body.

"The water should heat soon for tea. I can make some rice and soup... or... well... I'm sorry, I don't have much more to offer. The demons have been coming through more often, so I haven't had the time to go into town to restock" you said regretfully. The priest studied you for a moment, looking at you with eyes dark with shadows casted by the deep crevices of wrinkles.

"Humph. So they have."

Silence fell between the two of you. You couldn't tell if the priest was thinking or sleeping, but either way, you didn't want to disrupt him. His face was tilted down, eyes on his lap. You shifted your white and red robes, waiting patiently until the water was hot enough to make tea. You gripped the pot with a towel, pouring it into the teapot, and placed it back on the hook hanging from the ceiling. You stood and gathered the ingredients for the soup and rice from the closet, making your way back to the fire rather quickly. The tea was ready, so you served it, pouring the Priest's cup first. You paused to take a sip, reveling in the warmth held in your hands. The priest loudly slurped from his cup.

"Good tea" he said. You smiled.

"Thank you."

You continued to go about preparing the meal, taking care to not let your wide sleeves get caught in the fire. It was done about a quarter of an hour later, during which the priest obviously warmed up if his snoring was any indication to go by.

"High Priest" you said quietly. He awoke with a jolt and a snort, looking at you. You smiled gently.

"The food is ready if you wish to eat"

He grunted, looking at the bowls held in your hands. He took them without comment and began to eat. You settled into your own seat and began eating as well. Hot, filling meals always hit the spot after a night full of exorcising demons. It was easy on the stomach and made you sleepy. It was perfect. The pair of you ate in silence only broken by slurping and chewing. You finished your meal first, and sat quietly as the priest finished his.

"Good food" he commented gruffly. Apparently that was his way of complimenting things. You smiled.

"I'm glad it was to your needs" you replied, taking his bowls. He grunted.

You washed the dishes, humming a small tune under your breath. Before long, you returned to the central area. You took your seat across from the hearth, eyeing the High Priest. He was staring into the fire thoughtfully.

"High Priest?" you said quietly.

"Hm?"

You hesitated a little, but you needed to know.

"It's not that I'm not honored to see you. I am... I just... Why did you come all the way out here?"

His wrinkled eyes flicked up to yours. He sighed.

"There have been reports of you, you know" he started. You cocked your head.

"Reports? Have I been unsatisfactory in any way?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Your selflessness and dedication is the reason why we kept you out here. We at the High Order know we can trust you. Lately, in cities and rural areas alike there have been reports of corrupt shrine maidens and lower ranking priests and priestesses. It's difficult for us to catch and replace the corrupted who are in rural areas, especially high traffic ones like this.

"Technically, as I'm sure you're aware, slaying and exorcising demons is not part of a shrine maiden's job. But you began doing it without being asked to. I recognize part of your training was learning how to, but that was only for emergencies.

"But getting back to the point, more and more demons have been coming through to our world. They are corrupting us slowly. We need to take drastic action before it is too late."

You sat quietly, listening. You couldn't figure out what exactly you were feeling. The priest sighed.

"We... the high order I mean... decided we need to try a sacrifice"

"A sacrifice?" you questioned, "Why? To who?"

He held a withered hand up to stem your curiosity.

"We need a sacrifice to the Demon King"

Your heart skipped a beat with fear at the name. You swallowed down your reaction, taking a beat to calm yourself as you stared into the fire.

"What will you sacrifice? It would have to be a big one to satisfy the Demon King."

"We have decided the sacrifice will be one of our greatest weapon- a powerful, legendary sword that once belonged to a great demon general. It cannot be wielded by humans, as it brings tragedy quickly to the user."

You nodded in understanding. It would be a blow to the order if the Demon King had a sword that powerful. Rumor was that the current king used more than two swords at the same time. But the sword was at headquarters, not here. You rose your confused gaze to the priest, mouth opening to form a question, but he cut you off.

"I know it's not here. I came here for the other sacrifice."

You blinked. The shrine you protected held a legendary spear, but it wasn't nearly as powerful as the sword the priest was offering to the king. Was that what this was about?

"The spear? It's not nearly as power-"

"You."

You stared at him. Your body felt far away but you felt your heart thudding in your chest.

"M-Me?"

"You."

You took in a shuddering breath. You didn't believe him, but you couldn't exactly question a High Priest's decisions. But you could ask for an explanation.

"Why me? Surely the king of demons would want someone more powerful?"

"You are powerful. You've been our secret weapon for years. You've been spreading goodness to travelers entering our nation, or those coming home. This strengthens them against corruption or possession by demons. You've single handedly been protecting a major road to our country, strengthening those who pass through against demon attacks. At least for a while.

"You also make wards that are beyond the scope of the weakest member of the High Order. We kept you in the dark about this and kept you as a shrine maiden to protect this knowledge from demons."

You stared at him in disbelieving shock. You've simply been doing your job, which you loved doing. You had no idea you were strengthening the people that passed through here against corruption and possession. Sure, you knew the link between state of mind and vulnerability to demons, but never thought that you would be the cause of it.

"So... because of that... I'm a sacrifice?"

"You're a sacrifice to show the Demon King that we're serious about making peace, or at least a truce"

You sat there quietly, a storm whipping your thoughts into a frenzy.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"That's too soon. What about the travelers? They'll come for shelter but won't have food! The town is too far away for people to come restock it with food, blankets and clothing..." You trailed off as a wave of cold power pierced your senses. Your gaze traveled fearfully towards the priest. He stared at you, glaring. His eyes were milky with age, but held the clarity of desperate anger. You flinched.

"You dare question our decision, shrine maiden?" he spat, standing suddenly. All traces of previous frailness was gone, and you even questioned if he was faking before. He took a step towards you threateningly, "You may have power but you will not be of this world soon. You dare question our commitment to those you have fought to protect? Stupid little girl. You're only a sacrifice because we have heard reports of your beauty and kindness. It would be a slap in the face to the King of Demons." Power rolled off him in waves, making you shiver with cold and fright.

Your eyes widened at his harsh words, scooting back in retreat as he approached you. An evil grin twisted his thin lips, wrinkles deepening around his eyes to shadow them.

"Y-You said..." you stuttered. You froze as you felt presences destroying your outer wards.

"I know what I said, girl. Now stand. It's time."

You couldn't move. Your body was frozen with grief, betrayal, and fear. You heard footsteps on the roof and on the porch outside. Surrounded.

"J-just let me write a letter to the townspeople" you managed to whimper. The priest snorted, then spat at your feet.

"I said get up." He started towards you, but the front door slammed open, stopping his movements with the sound.

"Now now. Let's not be hasty. This is an important road. Travelers come through all the time. With this bitch gone, we'd have more possessions on our hands, but the townspeople can take over her work. We'll make sure she won't reveal anything else" the smooth saccharine voice reasoned. You swallowed and peeked around the High Priests robes. A woman leaned against the doorway, picking at her sharp nails. You couldn't see her face with the daylight streaming in from behind her. The priest rolled his eyes and made a face.

"You have one minute" he said, dismissing you. You quickly bolted to your writing supplies stored in the corner of the room. Ink nearly spilled as you hastily unrolled parchment and used the brush to scribble a note. The priest strolled over to you with heavy footsteps.

"That'll do" he said. You stopped writing. It was a simple note, stating that you suddenly had to leave, you weren't sure if you would ever be back, and to please continue to offer weary travelers with food, shelter, clothes, and blankets. You placed the brush down.

You didn't dare look up at the priest, knowing if you did, your expression would betray your emotions. That was a mistake. You missed the priests quick movements leading to a sudden blow to your ribs sent you flying across the room. Searing pain exploded on your side, and you coughed out a groan.

"Don't damage the sacrifice, priest" the woman drawled without sparing you a glance.

"She'll be fine. She fights demons all the time" the old man dismissed. You laid on the floor in shock. Hair covered your face, hiding the tears brimming in your eyes. He walked towards you. "Get up" he spat. Your body followed his instructions, cradling your injured ribs. Your mind was numb, spinning with the betrayal. A hand gripped your hair harshly, and you cried out at the pain. Nails dug into your scalp, drawing blood.

"Let's go. It's time" the woman hissed in your ear. She reeked of tobacco. She dragged your helpless body out of the temple, down the broken path, and hauled you towards the shrine. You held onto her hand gripping her hair, futilely trying to ease the pain in your scalp. She slammed your face into the dirt once she reached the area in front of the shrine.

"Ready?" came another voice from the side of you.

"Yeah. She's bleeding already so just get some blood from her head for it" the woman said casually. You were dizzy. Something scraped through your hair and on your scalp, collecting blood.

"Perfect. Got the demon heart?"

"Right here, my lord."

"Lets start. The power of the morning sun is almost at its peak, and this blasted ceremony takes all day."

Your arms were pulled behind you, and you wriggled in defiance. The last thing you remember was the sound of someone sucking their teeth and the sound of skin on skin.

~~

"With the power of the midday sun... Demon... Shall be..." your head lolled slightly as you heard the words. You moaned a little at the throbbing pain clanging through your body. A hand pried your slack jaw apart before pouring bitter liquid down your throat. You choked, trying to spit it out, but the hand clamped your jaw shut while another massaged your throat. You had no choice but to swallow, before falling back into unconsciousness.

~~

"With the power of the evening sun the Demon King... sacrifice... unto thee". You breathed deeply, wincing as your ribs protested. A guttural moan escaped your chest.

"Damn, again? She should be asleep for two damn days with the amount she's drank" a voice hissed to your left.

"What can you do? She's powerful. It's your turn to open her jaw while I pour" another voice answered on your right. You clenched your jaw. A hand gripped your face, pushing your cheeks against your teeth roughly.

"She's resisting"

"Of course she is! She's awake. Now open her fuckin mouth"

Your jaw finally gave into the pressure, parting your lips and opening your mouth. The last thing you remember was more bitter liquid being poured into your mouth.

~~

"Oi... up" a deep voice floated through the darkness of your unconsciousness.

"OI! Wake up!" Rough hands shook your shoulder, causing shooting pain though your ribs. You let out a sharp sound at the pain.

"Shit. You hurt?"

"Ribs. hurt." you slurred. You blinked open your eyes, but your vision was swimming. You were somehow upright, and you tried to rub your eyes. Your hands were bound behind you with what felt like metal. You groaned, memories slowly coming back to you. Betrayal. Your brow scrunched and you blinked a few times, trying to steady your vision. You were tied to a stake. Hundreds of pieces of paper littered the ground around you, forming a large circle. Each paper had a swirled design on it, but you were too out of it to try to decipher it. Your gaze finally landed on the man in front of you.

Well. Man was a strong word. Green hair, horns, and fangs were all features you catalogued before a new wave of dizziness struck you, making your head fall down.

"Okay let's get you out of here. This has gone on fucking long enough"

Rough hands snapped the metal restraining your wrists, and hauled you into his arms. You at least were conscious enough to know now that this man definitely wasn't human, but he was kind to you. You were also too weak and drugged to fight. He cradled you with one arm under your shoulders and another under your knees. Your head rested against his muscled shoulder.

"Let's go. Luffy- I'm counting on you" you heard and felt the words rumble from his chest. You heard the affirmation from yet another male voice, but black clouded your vision before your eyes found him.

~~

You woke again to bright, white lights. They were floating above the bed, illuminating the small room. Your head hurt and you were groggy, but it was somewhat tolerable. You took a moment to ground yourself, reaching out with your senses. You were laying on something soft, covered with a crisp cotton. A blanket covered you, and a soft pillow supported your head and neck. The walls were made of a white stone. You felt bandages around your torso and head. You tried to sigh, but flinched and grunted at the pain ricocheting in your chest.

"Are you awake?" a child-like voice spoke from beside your bed. You turned your head, scrunching your brow in pait at the pull on the scabs on your scalp. A small, furry creature sat on a high stool. He looked at you with big, dark eyes, a snout protruded slightly from his face, ending with a blue nose. Wide horns erupted from his head, poking through his hat with a white X on it.

You thought you were hallucinating, but it would be rude to not reply.

"Yes"

"Good! How's the pain?"

"Uh. The scabs on my head kind of hurt and I have a headache, and my ribs hurt when I breathe too deep but that's it."

"Hmmm. That's to be expected. The amount of demon blood they made you drink would have put a normal person into a week-long coma. You've only been out for a day. Probably because... uh.." The horned creature trailed off, looking to the side almost bashfully. He hopped off the stool and padded over to the other side of the room, grabbing a strange medical instrument.

"Can I do a checkup?" he asked, hopping back onto the stool. You tried to nod but winced with the movement.

"Sure" you replied quietly.

He pulled back your blankets to your waist, and it was only then did you realize you were not wearing anything on your torso besides the bandages. Your face heated quickly at the immodesty of it, and you instinctively brought your arms up to cover your chest. The creature pulled back, surprised.

"S-sorry. Just. I didn't realize I wasn't wearing anything."

"Oh. It's okay. We can get you something to wear after this checkup, okay?"

You held your arms there for a second, but slowly let them fall back to the bed.

"Did you give me any medicine that would make me hallucinate? Because right now I see you as a little furry creature, kind of like a deer with a blue nose and a hat."

"No, I didn't give you any medicine that is making you hallucinate. While it isn't uncommon to hallucinate while under the effects of demon blood, you're not currently hallucinating" he clarified, holding the odd instrument to your bandaged chest. He put his ear against the small end and seemed to be listening to your heart.

I'm not hallucinating? How... what... I was... just... How can he be real? you thought. Panic was beginning to take over you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! You're safe" the doctor tried to sooth you, obviously noticing your rapid breathing and quickening heart rate. You sat up suddenly, ignoring the searing pain from the movement in your ribs. You had to get out of here. You needed to go... where? Where am I?

The door across from the foot of your bed slammed open, a large figure filling the doorway. You squeaked in fright, shooting backwards on the bed, ignoring the burning that accompanied the movement. Green hair, claws, fangs, and rippling muscles filled your vision. Your mind screamed danger.

"Oi."

At the sound of his voice, you felt a throbbing on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You hissed at the sensation, but a wave of calm washed over you.

"You're safe. You're hurt, but Chopper is a great doctor. You're in the realm of demons, but you're not in any danger here."

You studied him. Black horns protruded from his forehead, curving only slightly over his short, wavy green hair. Long, pointed ears stuck out from the sides of his head. He was tanned. One eye had a scar over it, and he kept it closed. The other eye was a piercing silver, scanning your form as if in search of other injuries. When he spoke earlier, you caught the glint of fangs.

Your gaze traveled down to his well-muscled neck and shoulders, landing on a diagonal scar that started on his left pec and traveled towards his opposite hip. It was covered partially by a green haramaki wrapped around his waist. A long, dark green robe hung from his shoulders, closed only at his lower hips. You saw three katana scabbards hanging from the cloth belt closing the robe, and his large hand rested on the hilts. Short claws adorned his fingertips. He wore loose black trousers, but was barefoot, revealing matching claws on his toes.

"Who are you?" you asked hesitantly. The man hesitated before answering.

"Call me Zoro."

As you heard his name, you felt like something missing from your soul fell into place. You furrowed your brow at the feeling, skeptical.

"Zoro... you saved me."

He froze at the words, gaze shifting into a questioning one as he found the furry doctor.

"I didn't tell her! She's talking about when you were at the shrine"

"Tell me what?"

This was the second time the doctor mentioned something he obviously wasn't supposed to talk about.

The demon in front of you sighed, running a hand over his hair.

"Can I sit?" he asked, nodding towards your bed. You nodded, but suddenly realized you were still dressed rather immodestly. You snatched the blankets up to your chin. The furry doctor took this as his cue to leave the room, and he closed the door behind him. Zoro sat on the end of the bed, facing you and bringing one leg up to the mattress while letting the other dangle off the side.

"Look. There's no easy way to say this. You're my mate. Temporarily at least."

You stared at him. Mate? What did that even mean? Were you two friends now?

"Mate? Like... friends?"

"No, being a mate means being like a couple. But in this case, you don't have to do anything like that. I've claimed you as mine to keep you safe from other demons - You're not the first sacrifice to me, ya know. Its temporary until you heal and decide what you want to do."

You sat silently, absorbing the information and how it fit into your memories of what happened.

"I was sacrificed to you?"

"Yep"

"... but I was a sacrifice to the Demon King."

"Yep"

"...you're the Demon King?!" your shout of revelation made your head hurt and rib twinge, and you grimaced in pain.

"I'm the Demon King that humans know about, yes"

You blinked at him, shocked. He fiddled with the handles of his swords.

"But... but you're protecting me. You saved me and helped me."

He looked at you, crossing his arms. His cheeks looked pink. Cute.

"I did. You were betrayed by your own kind. You're powerful, so you managed to live after drinking so much demon blood, or at least live without turning fully into a demon."

The reminder shot ice through your veins and you froze. You looked down, tears brimming your eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"To all of it. Why are the demons showing up more? Why was I sacrificed? Why did they say I was powerful? Why did you save me? Why do you need to mark me to keep me safe from other demons? What do you mean by turned fully demon? Why-" you broke off as your throat closed with a sob.

"Oi Oi. I can only answer some of those questions, but only when you're ready. For now you need rest." He stood from the bed, walking closer to you. Tears dripped down your face, staining the blanket beneath you with dark splotches. He made a show of moving to touch you, and when you didn't move away, he finally placed a hand on your shoulder. Your body reacted before your mind. You gripped his arm and moved it so you were gently hugging it to your chest. You let your face fall into the warm tan skin of his muscled arm and cried. You felt the bed dip and the arm shift out of your grip as he wrapped you in a gentle hug. He stayed silent, letting you sob and scream as you gripped his jacket.

You stayed like that for maybe a half hour, waves of sobs wracking your body. It was only when your head was pounding with stabbing pain and it hurt to breathe did you lay back down on the mattress. The last thing you remember is Zoro helping you lay down before unconsciousness welcomed you back gracefully.

~~

Summary of gore/betrayal- so you were chosen as a sacrifice basically as a slap in the face to the King of Demons, being kind and strong (spoiler: it didn't work). You were basically beat up and drugged with demon blood that made you unconscious. You were strong and resistant to the drug though so they kept having to make you drink it, and honestly you should've been unconscious for days with the amount they forced you to drink. The ceremony took all day/evening and at night Zoro eventually came through to your world and you passed out in his arms when he saved you. He left Luffy to take care of the 'bad guys'.