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Emperor's Prize (Alpha Shanks x Omega Reader)

18+ MDNI, on Ao3

Chapter 2

Oops! Accidentally wrote another yandere story. This time its Alpha Shanks and Omega Reader.

If I have to keep thinking about it, you can read about it. It’s cringe, it’s overdone, it’s annoying and I don’t care. I did proofread this, but I'll likely do so again in the coming days.

TW: depression, suicidal ideation mentioned, non-con, dubcon, whump, abuse

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Shanks gets more than just the Poneglyphs when he destroys the Victoria Punk, he gets you too. Shanks is kinder than your previous owner, but an Emperor doesn't let treasures slip through his fingers.

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As you sat on the floor in Kid’s cabin, wrists shackled and chained to his bed, you heard the tell tale sounds of fighting. You knew that Kid was going after Red Haired Shanks in an effort to dislodge the Emperor and take his title. You would never say anything for fear of being slapped across the face or worse, but you didn’t think he was going to win. At least, you hoped he didn’t. You hoped the Emperor killed everyone on board, yourself included. It was what the crew deserved, and your torment would finally end. You would be free of the hell your life had become since the Kid Pirates had taken you from your home. It would probably be a better ending for you than anything else that would happen, anyway.

You’d been living on Beta Island incognito, hiding your status as an Omega. You didn’t want to be sold to a Celestial Dragon in your late teens, as your parents had planned for you. So you’d escaped your home island shortly before your 13th birthday, evading patrol after patrol, living your life on the run. Eventually, you found yourself on Beta Island, which suited you just fine. Only Betas were allowed to live on the island, avoiding all the trouble that the other two dynamics brought with them. You’d taken suppressants since your escape and because you’d never gone into heat, you were able to pass yourself off as a regular Beta. It had been an idyllic time for you, as you worked and made friends with the Betas on your island. You had even deluded yourself into thinking that maybe your life would be alright, when the Kid pirates attacked the island.

You were running away from the chaos and destruction downtown, trying to keep from being spotted as well as you could. Scrambling through an alley, you passed the Captain himself, who was laughing at the bloodshed and pain he was causing innocent people. You thought he hadn’t seen you but you suddenly felt yourself being dragged backwards, back towards the pirate. Panicking, you tried even harder to wriggle away and escape but it proved to be pointless. Later, you found out that he was magnetizing the grommets in your clothes to bring you towards him. Captain Kid grabbed you in his metallic hand once you were close and inhaled a deep whiff of your scent. When you were on suppressants, your ability to scent was dulled but you could still tell you didn’t like his acrid aroma. Kid smelled like sweat, blood, oil, and anger, not an appealing combination. Pushing on the gigantic metallic arm, you tried in vain to dislodge yourself from his grasp. 

“What’s an Omega like you doing on Beta Island?” he asked, crushing your ribs with his gigantic fist. You weren’t sure if he knew his own strength, but he was keeping you in his clutches with ease.

“N-not O-omega,” you grunted out, trying to breathe through the constriction of his hand. You were still squirming, trying to get away from the large pirate.

“Oh yeah? You sure? Your pussy smells like Omega. It’s practically cryin’ for me to take you right here,” he sneered. “Oi! Killer! Take this one back to the ship, lock ‘er in my cabin.” He yelled to a man in a full face mask. Leaning closer to your face, he licked your neck and leered at you. “We’ll find out later if that pussy is Omega or not,” he said, handing you off to Killer. You tried to get away from the masked man, to no avail. Killer was just as strong as his Captain and wasn’t letting you down. Kicking, screaming, pounding his back did nothing as the first mate advanced towards the ship. 

Quickly chaining you to the Captains bed, the first mate considered you for a moment. “I’m going to give you a piece of advice, Omega. Lose the attitude. Otherwise, you won’t last long here.” 

He wasn’t wrong. 

Kid had come back to his cabin once the pirates had sufficiently destroyed your peaceful home. You huddled in the corner of the room, as far as your chains would let you, but the Captain had you before him in seconds. Covered in the blood of your former friends, the Captain had disrobed you, ripping through your clothes like they were paper. 

“Lemme see yer,” Kid said, ogling your now naked form. You tried not to cower, but you couldn’t help but tremble before the raw bloodlust in his eyes. You’d never taken a lover before, you had been too nervous it would interfere with your hormones and expose you as an Omega. Kid's leering had led to groping, which led to much more. That first night he’d bitten, clawed, bruised, kissed, and abused you, leaving you broken in spirit and body. You never fully recovered. You quickly learned he didn’t want you talking, didn't want you making eye contact, didn’t want to hear your crying, didn’t want anything from you except your body. He used you as he saw fit, as ruthless to you as he had been to your island. He never even asked your name, most often calling you ‘Omega,’ or ‘Bitch,’ among other colorful names.

You were the Captain’s sex doll, and the crew treated you as such. No one paid you any mind except to tell you to move the fuck out of the way, or to laugh at you as you stumbled out of the Captain’s quarters when he let you. Killer would occasionally bandage your wounds, but Kid preferred you to wear the marks he put on you. Kid wanted the mating bond to form between the two of you, to solidify the fact that you were his and prevent any rivals from taking you. To do that, he needed to bring you into heat. To try to get you to go into heat, he had tried any old wives tale he could find. He locked you in his quarters, denied you food except for his cum, kept you naked for days on end, bit your neck in a claiming bite, anything that might work. None of it did, but it all left you weakened, depleted, and suicidal. 

Even though you could practically feel his disdain for you, Kid sometimes told you his plans late at night after he finished pumping you full of his come. As you laid with tears drying on your cheeks and blood dripping from fresh wounds he’d given you, he told you about his simmering hatred for Red Haired Shanks and how he wanted his revenge. During these conversations, you encouraged him, praising his strength and skill, and told him that he absolutely was powerful enough to take on the Emperor. You were surprised that your voice held out while you were talking, both from disuse as well as from the effort you had to put into lying to his face. Once when you voiced these opinions, he’d stroked your skin while in thought, the first time his touch hadn’t hurt you. 

The day finally came that he attacked the Emperor. You’d heard him powering up his attack, laughing maniacally as he planned to wipe out the fleet of ships you could see from his cabin window. You cringed, waiting for the sounds of the dying….except it never came. Instead, a sonorous voice boomed out “Divine Departure,” bringing a deafening blast to your ship. Screams had followed, but not the ones you were used to. Rather, you detected the screams coming from the crew, yelling that they didn’t want to die, that the Captain had been defeated, that Killer was also knocked out. 

You couldn’t help it, you laughed long and hard, cackling into the darkness that had consumed the ship. You knew your voice had been ruined from too much choking and screaming, your vocal chords permanently damaged at the hands of your would be Alpha. The sounds you made were harsh and coarse, like a ghoul laughing from beyond the grave. Normally you were too ashamed to speak with your butchered voice, but you were too joyous to care. You were happy he’d received vengeance for some of the violence he brought to the world. You could only hope the ship sank and the rest of you with it. 

A few moments later, the door banged open and Emma stood before you, tears running down her face. She didn’t address you, just unchained you from the post on the Captain's bed and pulled you along with her. She was carrying the Poneglyphs, the Captain’s most prized possession aside from you. Emma was running, giving you barely enough time to avoid being dragged, as she brought you to the center of the deck. She bowed, and when you didn’t follow suit right away, kicked you so that you fell to your knees. Glancing up, you saw why.

All powerful Emperor Red Haired Shanks was on the Victoria Punk, staring down the crew impassively as they pleaded for their lives. You dropped your head, not making eye contact with the Emperor. You’d been hit enough to know that Alphas didn’t want you making eye contact with them in any capacity. Shanks approached Heat, who now held both the Poneglyphs and the end of your chain.

Shanks POV

Shanks observed the panicking Commander as he advanced towards their Captain. Kid’s crew were begging for Shanks’s forgiveness, something that would not be given. They had tried to annihilate his subordinate crews and would have, if Shanks hadn’t acted so quickly. Drawing a gun was dangerous, it put your life on the line. And Kid had been given a warning when Beckman shot off his arm. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way. 

A young woman brought the Road Poneglyphs in her hands, along with someone attached to the end of a chain. Handing her Commander both items, the blue haired girl bowed in supplication to Shanks, awaiting his judgment. Noting the chained woman didn’t do the same, the girl kicked the battered woman, bringing her to her knees. Shanks took the Poneglyphs from the Commander, who also handed him the end of the chain of the cowering woman. Shanks had no interest in slaves, he didn’t keep or want any. The slave kept her gaze averted, looking at the ground as she trembled. Her body was littered with bruises in various stages of healing, as well as cuts and welts. She bore a savage mating bite that was clearly infected, along with bruising circling her neck. Breathing in deeply, Shanks hid his surprise as he realized the small woman was an Omega. 

Omegas were exceedingly rare in the world, they were either sold to Celestial Dragons for an incredible amount of money, or outright stolen from their homes. If an Omega bred with an Alpha or Apex Alpha during their heat, the offspring was guaranteed to be either an Alpha or Omega, unlike other pairings. Because the Celestial Dragons took or bought nearly all of the Omegas in the world, wild Omegas were unbelievably scarce. Shanks hadn’t heard of one being found in over a decade. How the Kid pirates had managed to find one and kept her a secret, Shanks didn’t know. 

He said nothing as his own ship passed by, his crew calling out to him. Shanks removed his Emperor’s cloak, covering the shivering woman in its warmth and his scent. Your small trembling fingers took the fabric and held it shut around your body, as you sniffed the material. You still hadn’t said a word or looked at anything besides the floor, but there would be time to investigate later. Throwing the Omega over his shoulder, Shanks took the Poneglyphs in hand and stepped on the railing of the enemy ship. You were light and put up no struggle when Shanks took you, the only sound emanating from you was the clinking of your chains.

“Look over on the island!” Shanks heard the offending crew yell as he launched himself onto the Red Force. The Omega didn’t shout or scream, just gripped his shoulder a little more tightly as he darted into the air. Landing on the Red Force, Shanks yelled out for Hongo.

“Meet me in my cabin. Ten minutes,” Shanks ordered. The doctor nodded his assent, and went below deck, likely to the infirmary to gather supplies. Handing the Poneglyphs to Beckman, Shanks shifted the Omega in his arms so he was carrying you with his arm under your legs. You moved your face so it was buried in the crook of Shanks’s neck, avoiding looking at either the ship or the crew assembled on the deck. He hoped you were acclimating yourself to his scent, it would make your transition away from your previous mate easier. Even through the fear and pain Shanks smelled on you, he could tell your scent was absolutely delicious, like no other woman he’d smelled before. His cock twitched with the thought of claiming you for his own, though your medical issues needed attention first.

Bringing you to his cabin, Shanks shut the door behind you quietly. Depositing the woman onto his bed, you shrank back further into the cloak as if to hide yourself. You gripped the hem of the garment so hard that your fingers were turning white, matching your face as the color drained out. Ah , Shanks thought to himself, she thinks I’m going to ravage her right now like some animal . It made sense, he’d put you on his bed, what else were you going to think? 

Sitting down next to you on the bed, Shanks didn’t speak. Instead, for the first time in the Emperor’s life, he purred. He was an Apex Alpha, a rare breed of Alpha who was able to control other Alphas. It came with Conqueror’s Haki, the two traits going hand in hand. Purring came to him instinctively, but he’d never felt the urge to do so before. He’d had lovers who’d requested it, but Shanks had always laughed them off like they’d told a joke. But seeing you distressed made the rumble come almost unbidden, rising from his chest like a balm. You still didn’t look at him, but your fingers relaxed incrementally. Shanks continued purring for you as you tensed at his presence next to you, tenderly picking you up to sit on his lap. You sat upright, stiff, your body rigid with fear and apprehension.

“Easy, little Omega, easy,” Shanks said between purrs. You didn’t respond but didn’t object either physically or verbally to anything he was doing. Shanks wound his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest. The rhythmic sounds were working, lulling you into a state of relaxation and calm as your hands dropped to your lap and your head relaxed against his chest.

Your POV

You were gripping onto the Emperor’s black cloak like it was going to shield you from whatever was going to happen next. It was heavy and warm, smelling like tobacco, cloves, and oranges, a heady combination. Even if your life would be no better under the Emperor, at least this scent wouldn’t make the bile rise in your throat. 

You were still avoiding his gaze, your wrists shaking in the chains under his watch. He’d put you on his bed, likely for the same reasons Kid always had. At least he hadn’t thrown you against the wall or forced you to suck his cock first, making you choke until you cried or passed out. Much to your dismay, he began to purr for you. You’d heard stories during your childhood about the Alpha purr. There were whispers that it was a form of mind control, that it was used to beguile Omegas into doing things against their will. Kid had already done a lot of things against your will, the Emperor didn’t need to purr to make you do anything. You hoped this wasn't a precursor to something vile, though you were long past wishful thinking.

But as the Emperor continued to purr and moved you into his lap, you felt it working despite your efforts to remain alert. The soothing rumble had you taking deep breaths and relaxing your hands. You felt your exhaustion returning to you, adrenaline finally having run its course. Against your better judgment, you laid your head on the broad chest of the Emperor behind you. His well muscled arm encircled you, and you were content to forget the horrors that would likely await you in the coming days, feeling only the warmth and comfort of an Apex Alpha’s purr.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the cabin, making you jerk upright once again. You’d looked at the door when you’d been surprised, but you quickly affixed your gaze to the floor once again. You hoped Shanks hadn’t seen your mistake, or that he would be willing to forgive you if he did. But he didn’t move to strike you at all, just called out to whoever had the audacity to bother the Captain. 

“Come in, Hongo,” he said calmly. You wanted to hide your face in the crook of his neck again, but you knew there would be no solace found seeking comfort where there was none. Opening the door, a large man with blonde hair came inside, carrying a black leather doctor’s case. You said nothing and remained in place, it was the safest route for the time being. The man, whose name you now knew to be Hongo, walked slowly towards you and his Captain, as if he was walking towards a wild animal.

“How’re we doin’, Captain?” he asked, surveying the scene in front of him. The Captain obviously hadn’t been hurt, he was talking about you.

“Alright,” Shanks answered, arm squeezing you a little tighter. You flinched as the memories of being crushed by Kid’s arm came flooding back to you. “They had an Omega. She needs some help,” he said softly, patting your thigh over his cloak. You were acutely aware that you were completely nude below the cloak. You hoped Shanks wouldn’t take you in front of Hongo, or at least not for the first time. Kid had done whatever he wanted, it didn’t matter to him who saw what he did to you. 

“Sure, no problem,” Hongo replied easily, opening his bag. He brought out a stethoscope first, something you were familiar with. Winding the scope around his neck, he slowly pried the cloak out of your fingers in order to put the bell on your skin. You desperately wanted to stay within the safety of the cloak, but you knew you had no power. If they wanted to see you naked, they were going to get what they wanted. Surprisingly, Hongo didn’t remove the cloak completely, allowing you use it to cover your breasts and lower half while he worked. As Hongo placed the buds in his ears and reached towards you with the scope, you leaned back and away from the advancing hands. You hadn’t meant to, it was instinctive. Shanks started purring for you again as he gently but firmly kept you in place for Hongo, his arm across your waist.

“You’re safe, Omega, he’s not going to hurt you. He’s just checking your lungs and heart,” the Captain said softly. Hongo took his time listening, moving the scope around your back and front. Once he was done, he put the scope away and took out medical gloves. 

“I’m gonna check the wounds on your top half and neck, OK?” Hongo informed you. You said nothing as he began touching the injuries that you’d suffered at the hands of Kid. You kept yourself from making any noises of pain or recoiling when he touched something painful. You knew you looked beaten and ugly, despite avoiding the mirror. Kid always left bite marks, bruises, hickeys, and cuts whenever he was with you. Your breasts looked like they’d been mauled the last time you’d checked them. But the worst of all was your neck - between the times he’d choked you, the bite he’d given you, and the attention he gave your scent glands nightly, it was a column of black and blue. In spite of your efforts, you hissed when Hongo touched your neck tried to move away from his efficient hands. 

But the men weren’t going to let you shrink away from the medical inspection. Shanks cradled your head against his shoulder when Hongo inspected the agonizing bite on the spot between your neck and shoulder, purring all the while. You knew there was something wrong with it, but Kid had never let you touch it or clean the wound, saying that it would affect your mating bond. You thanked the seas that the bond hadn’t formed, but the throbbing pain of the bite had only gotten worse.

“You’ve got a lot of wounds on your torso and neck. Are there more below?” Hongo asked quietly when he was done inspecting your top half. You waited, not knowing if they wanted you to respond or not. Sometimes it was a trick, people would talk about you while you were there but if you responded, you got in trouble. 

“Hm, do you? I thought I saw some before,” Shanks asked you benignly, rubbing his fingers in circles over your skin. They were both quiet for a few moments and you realized they were waiting for you to respond. You couldn’t bring yourself to talk, so you gave a shaky nod while continuing to look at the floor.

“I’m gonna have to look, OK?” Hongo said, crouching down in front of the Captain. He was trying to make eye contact, but you steadfastly stared down, in order to show your obedience. You blinked rapidly several times, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. You’d been naked in front of so many people, but the fact that Hongo was asking made you feel more vulnerable than ever. You nodded again, but your hands were frozen in place, gripping the cloak with all your meager strength.

“Brave little Omega, doing so well,” the Emperor said into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You didn’t know when the last time you’d been allowed to bathe was, you were sure you smelled disgusting. Shanks unwound his arm from your waist, and slowly tugged the fabric from your hands, letting it fall onto your lap. You tried not to squirm, not to move as the doctor touched your welts and cuts, but you felt humiliated and debased as he poked and prodded you. After a few minutes of inspection, Hongo sighed, stood up to his full towering height and snapped off the gloves.

“There’s a lot going on,” he said to the Emperor, who had rapidly covered you back in the cloak. “She’s got a lot of wounds, some healing, some new. That bite on her neck is infected, it needs to be taken care of immediately. She’s malnourished and has at least one broken rib. And she’s going to go into heat soon.” 

Your eyes finally snapped to the doctor’s, everything lost to the panic suddenly overwhelming you. 

Shanks POV

Perhaps having Dorry and Broggy destroy the ship wasn’t enough. As Shanks watched you flinch away from Hongo’s inspection, his rage rose by the second. He’d seen your naked form on the ship, but the dim light hadn’t revealed to him the depth of your injuries. It was practically a miracle that you were still alive, Shanks thought. It was well known that Omegas weren’t as durable as Betas and Alphas, they were generally treated with care like the treasures they were. But not only were you littered with wounds from head to toe, but you were a shell of a person. You hadn’t said a single word, you hadn’t made eye contact with him yet, and you hadn’t moved an inch outside of where Shanks had placed you. 

Now, with the information that you were going into heat soon, you were panicking. Shanks could feel your heart beating rapidly and saw your chest rising and falling too quickly. The Alpha in him was worried, wanting to soothe the Omega still perched on his lap. Shanks put his hand over your chest, trying to slow the beating of your heart. Even if the Alpha in him wanted to purr and cuddle you until you calmed down, the Captain needed to get a little more information out of you first. You were still lost in your own world, not responding to any stimulus.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine. When was your last heat, hmm?” Shanks asked, holding your face in his hand. The touch seemed to ground you, causing you to blink rapidly as if you suddenly remembered there were other people in the room. You shook your head at his question, making Shanks frown at your answer. The longer an Omega went without a heat, the lengthier and more severe the symptoms were when it reappeared. Shanks hoped you hadn’t gone into heat during your time in captivity, it would increase the likelihood of an unwanted pregnancy. Looking at your body, he couldn’t imagine you were capable of carrying life in your current state. 

“What do you mean, little Omega? You haven’t had a heat in a year? Or longer?” Shanks asked. He knew you were scared and upset, but he and Hongo needed to know this information, it was part of the way they would take care of you. He gently turned your face towards his, forcing you to look up at him. You finally looked at his face, though you didn’t meet his eyes. You shook your head again.

“Tell me more, I need to know how to help you,” Shanks prompted, stroking your cheek. You sucked in a shaky breath, trying to gather yourself before speaking.

“Never,” you said in a hoarse whisper. Shanks recognized the voice from the laughter in the wake of battle.

“Never? What do you mean? This would be your first heat?” Hongo asked incredulously. Shanks hadn’t met another Omega, but it was known that they typically had their first heat cycle in their upper teens. 

You nodded, a tear running down your cheek. 

[short-honey-badger]

Trouble Sleeping

This is pure filthy smut, that's literally it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Smut SMut Smut! ABO universe as well. It's been a looong time since I've written for it. Pre time skip Law btw!

Pairings: Alpha! Trafalger D. Water Law x Omega! Reader

Summary: You notice that your captain hasn't slept in the past couple of days, so you offer to help him relax.

Part 2 ->

Masterlist.

It’s been what? Two? Three days since the last time Law had gotten a decent night’s rest? If it wasn’t the nightmares keeping him up every time he closed his eyes, then it was his incessant need to plan. To go over the research the alpha had begun to gather about Punk Hazard and Ceasar’s operation. It was all to get closer to Doflamingo of course, but Trafalgar would give anything not to have to deal with the disgusting scientist. 

And to get some rest, but the pirate doubted that would come anytime soon. 

Law wipes his eyes, pushing away from his desk and closing the thick folder of compiled notes. He needed a break, maybe even something to eat, too. The alpha’s stomach grumbled at the thought of food and he stood from his desk, grabbing his hat and fixing it properly on his head.

As he walked through the walls of familiar walls of the Polar Tang, Law thought about the newest member of his crew. While he wasn’t in the habit of picking up strays, you had piqued his interest when you wouldn’t stop bugging him and his crew about learning medicine. To quench his curiosity, Law had allowed you to come on board, and you have been a dutiful student ever since. And despite what Penguin and Shachi liked to think, it was not because you were a pretty omega in need asking for his help. Trafalgar liked to think he was better than his alpha instincts. 

Ah. Speaking of the omega, Law could smell your honeysuckle scent just around the corner. You must been in the galley. 

Law spots you at one of the tables in the corner, nose stuck in a medical text and a half-empty plate of whatever the cooks had made tonight. On a whim, he decides to grab a cup of coffee and his own serving and joins you at your table. You jump when he sets his plate down, but your expression brightens the moment you notice that it is your captain sitting across from you.

“Evening, Cap’n,” you greet, and Law finds his shoulders relaxing when he catches your scent again. It is warm and welcoming, soothing his frayed nerves with ease. 

“_-ya,” Law rumbles back in greeting and meets your eyes, smirking when he notices you watching him. He isn’t surprised when you speak up, but he doesn’t expect you to sound so concerned. 

“Have ya been gettin’ enough sleep Cap’n? Not ta speak out of turn, but you don’t look so good. A-and I’ve seen you roamin’ the halls more than usual,” you’re blushing when you finish, but Law finds your rambling endearing and doesn’t bother lying to you like he might others.

“Not really, little medic, but you shouldn’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” He assures you and then sips his coffee. He glances over to see that the omega doesn’t look very satisfied with his answer, and his instincts make themselves known when he catches a whiff of hot displeasure in your scent. 

Before Trafalgar can do much and possibly make a fool of himself, you speak up again. 

“Well, is there anything that I can do to help?” the omega asks, and Law pauses, arm stalling midair, fork halfway to his mouth. Despite the innocent way you ask the question, his mind goes straight to the gutter, and the pirate captain sees you on your knees in his bed, face down and ass up, presenting beautifully for him. Law can hear the way your cute accent whispers his name, pretty eyes glistening with tears as you beg him for his cock. 

“Cap’n? You okay, there?” A cool hand on his forehead and your soft voice bring the alpha out of his daydream, and he flushes even more at having been caught zoning out like that. 

“Ah, sorry about that, _-ya. Just tired, like I said,” Law murmurs and sets his fork down to hide his face behind his cup of coffee. You assure him that he is fine and tentatively go back to your book when it seems like Law isn’t going to answer your question. 

In reality, the alpha is pondering your question. It was a fact that omegas were able to put alphas in a calming state. Usually, Law wouldn’t mention it, but you had asked if you could do anything for him, and your omega pheromones would most likely do the trick and put him to sleep. 

“You know what,” Law begins and you jerk your head up to look at him, surprised that he’d spoken up, “I think you can help me out, little medic. If you’re done here?”

Your eyebrows jump up, and then the little omega is nodding, a happy smile painting your lips. Law watches you stand and close your book, tucking it under your arm and then tossing your cleaned plate in the sink at the back of the room. He follows your path, and then Law is leading you out of the kitchen and back to his office. 

The alpha keeps going, opening up the door in his office that connects to his bedroom. You tentatively follow after him, and Law’s alpha rumbles in satisfaction at having such a pretty omega in his room. His scent, clean and fresh with a hint of steel, coats everything, and Law quietly hopes that it sticks with you after you leave his room. 

Trafalgar doesn’t think twice about tossing his hat to the side and shrugging off his shirt. His jeans are replaced by a pair of soft sweats, and when he looks at you, your face is bright red, eyes wide in shock. Your scent sweetens with a hint of arousal and Law smirks, it’s a surprise, but not unwelcome.

“You’ve learned a lot while you’ve been here, _-ya. So you know that omegas can manipulate their scents to calm down the other sex in tense situations. It works better when they have been near one another for long periods of time. I’d like for you to do that for me if you’re comfortable with that.” 

Law watches the omega as you think, but it doesn’t take you long to come to a decision. You set your book aside and give him a shy, unsure smile. 

“Got another pair of sweatpants? Jeans aren’t very comfortable to lay down in.”

The alpha chuckles and then sets about finding another pair of sweats. A dark, possessive part of him is delighted at the sight of you standing in his room with a pair of too-big sweatpants, and Law has to fight down the almost overwhelming need to pull you into his bed to scent you. Instead, like the gentleman he is trying to be, Law pulls back the covers of his bed and stands back, offering for you to crawl in first. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” the alpha drawls, and watches with lidded eyes as you slip into his his bed. He follows after and cuts the lights with a flick of his fingers and the use of his devil fruit. Law hears you suck in a sharp breath when he settles in beside you, laying on his side and tossing an arm over your hip. He emits his own calming pheromones and blinks at the back of your head when you take deep, shuddering breaths of his scent. 

The alpha hadn’t expected you to do that, but the sight of you breathing in his scent made his hold on you tighten, and Law pulled you back into his chest, leaning down to bury his face in your hair. He hums when you lift your leg, and he slips his thigh in between your legs, bringing the two of you impossibly closer. 

After that, it is easy for the two of you to relax, honeysuckle and steel mixing to create a unique scent that represents the alpha and omega. Being surrounded by the combined scent leaves Law feeling drowsy, eyes fluttering shut as he shoves his face closer to the scent gland on your neck, desperate for more of that sweet honeysuckle. You squirm for half a second and then settle again, content to help out your captain where you can.

Neither of you expects to fall asleep, but when Law wakes, he feels far more refreshed than he has in a long time. He cracks open his eyes and takes in the new position the two of you shifted to in sleep. Trafalgar lays on his back and the little omega has sprawled over his chest, your face pressed into the hollow of his throat, and arms wrapped around his neck. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, and Law smiles when you mutter softly and shift in your sleep.

Law contemplates going back to sleep, but then you shift again, and all thoughts of sleep fly out of his mind when your hip brushes against his cock. He fights back a groan, tattooed hands flexing and digging into your soft skin. Fuck. He wants you. He wants your attention, and your pretty eyes and plush mouth on him all the time. The alpha wants to bite you, sink his teeth into your nape, and claim you as his. 

He rolls, trapping you under him, and you wake with a gasp, eyes flying open to stare at your captain who looms above you. He looks frightening in the low light of his room, but the way his scent is wrapped around you is nothing but comforting. You aren’t scared of this dangerous alpha. 

“_-ya,” Law growls your name, dipping down to press his brow against your own, eyes catching yours and glowing with hot arousal, “You did so well for me. Helping me get some rest. Let me reward such a good omega.” 

The way your scent turns hot and sticky with arousal is enough of an answer for Law. He turns his head, keeping himself held up with one arm as the other grips your jaw. Trafalgar’s lips meet your own in a steamy kiss. He smooths his thumb up, catching your bottom lip and tugging it down, pulling your mouth open enough to slip his tongue inside. 

You whine under him, hands digging into his hair to the point of pain, but it only makes the alpha groan into the kiss. Law’s dick throbs in his pants, so he moves, grinding up into the welcoming heat between his legs. The friction is delicious, but it isn’t enough. 

Law lifts himself up, breaking the kiss and leaving you winded. Your pupils are blown, and your mouth is bright red from the way his facial hair has rubbed against your skin. He shimmies down, hands finding the waistband of the sweats you wear and hooking his fingers under them. He makes sure to catch the other elastic band he feels and tugs the pants and your underwear down in one fell swoop. 

“Fuck, you smell so good, Baby,” Law rumbles and shoves his face in the slope of your right, lips mouthing at the minor scent glands there. You cry out and grp his hair even harder, eyes blown wide as you watch him breathe you in, “Like honey and warm desserts.” 

“Y-you smell good too, Cap’n,” You whisper, voice shaking as you try and deal with the pleasure that Law smothers you with, “Clean and fresh. I like it.” 

A low growl erupts in the room and Law rewards your compliment by flattening his tongue and licking a stripe along your entire cunt. The alpha groans at the taste, your slick is just as sweet as you smell, and Trafalgar regrets never asking you to his room sooner. He grabs your hips, lifting them so that he can point his tongue and shove it deep into your leaking hole. 

You wail, curses falling from your lips as you buck your hips against his face, seeking that burning pleasure that only Law can give you. The alpha drinks from you, lewd slurping sounds filling the room until you are bowing forward and pulling him off your cunt. 

Law’s face is soaked in your juices, and he bares his teeth at you for pushing him away. He would know if he’d made you come, and he looks at you to demand an answer. 

“I want you to fuck me, Cap’n,” You say and it stalls Law in his tracks. Your eyes shine with want and you grip his shoulders, nails digging in, “I- I want to come on your cock, not your tongue.” 

The pirate can’t get his pants off fast enough. His lanky legs end up getting tangled in his sweats, but you patiently extract the fabric and toss them to the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, and slick leaks out of you to stain Law’s sheets. The alpha’s dick is the perfect specimen, thick at the base, knot looking inflated already. His length tapers up slightly, only to end in a silky head that leaks with precum. 

“Get on your knees, Baby. Present for me, yeah?” Law orders and you scramble to obey, brain mush with alpha pheromones that leave you feeling fuzzy. 

His omega rolls to their knees, thighs parted in a wonderful display of trust. You bite the pillow under you, whining when your senses are overwhelmed with the scent of your Captain. Tears leak from your eyes and a low cry escapes you when Law drapes himself over your back, cock slotting between your legs and dragging over your pussy. 

Law ruts against you, coating his dick in your slick until his member is nice and soaked. He leans back enough to grab the base, angling it up to run the head of his cock through your folds. You sob at the feeling, back arching and hips shaking in search of him. 

“Please, Law. I’m wet enough, just put it in,” You whine and the alpha growls at the way you beg him. His tip catches your entrance on his neck stroke, and Law doesn’t stop gravity as he sinks into your warm heat. 

You feel amazing around him, walls fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly that Law hisses as he sicks another inch down. His mouth drops, and he sucks in greedy mouthfuls of your scent, leaning down to nip at the gland on your neck where the sweet smell is the most potent. 

“You’re mine after this, got it, omega? No one else can have you this way. No one else can feel your tight cunt other than me,” Law snarls and you nod frantically, face still pressed into the pillows. 

The alpha doesn’t wait any longer, sinking the rest of the way inside and snarling at the way his knot catches on your walls. It's overwhelming, and Law presses his forehead harshly against your shoulder blades to prevent himself from biting you. Now wasn’t the time to try and forge a mating bond. Not when Doflamingo still threatened everything that Law cared for. 

Trafalgar fucks you like a man possessed, hands harsh and fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He snaps his hips, dragging his cock along your walls as you clench and flutter around him. He changes angles, slowing down only to roughly slam into you, and you shout when his dick catches against that spongy spot inside of you. 

Law grins, teeth bared in a feral grin as he focuses on that spot and pounds into your cunt. Your hands grip the sheets hard enough the tear them, tears leaking down your face as Law abuses that spot inside of you. It’s not long before the alpha has you shouting your name, jaw dropping open in a silent scream as you come around his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Law chants when your cunt constricts around him. He wants to come inside of you, pump you so full of his seed that it would be dripping out for the next week. But knotting you means pups, and those aren’t something that anyone needs right now. 

So, despite his instincts screaming at him to mark you on the inside, Law pulls out when he feels that tension snap, pumping his dick and instead painting your backside and cunt with his spend. He milks his cock, shaking and whining as he gently massages his knot. Your hips have fallen without Law to hold you up, but that doesn’t stop him from draping himself back over the omega, hand finding your hip and rubbing his cum into your skin. He needed to make sure that you were properly covered after all. 

Below him, you settle into the comfy bed and close your eyes. You are content to let your alpha take care of you, and so easily fall back to sleep. 

Your captain snickers softly when he notices that his omega has already dropped back off to sleep, and rolls the two of you to the side, snuggling close and closing his eyes. He’d take you to the shower later, but for now, Law was just happy that you were here to help him go back to sleep too. 

[zorosbeau33]

Courting Gifts~ One Piece Omegaverse Headcanon Part 1!

Starring: Ace and Luffy! x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, sfw AU: Omegaverse, Omega Reader Wc: 1180 TW: Mentions of battle Masterlist~ Part 2~ Is ready! Thank you everyone for all your support! All characters involved in this fic are legal age or older in my au hope you enjoy!

This Goofy goofball knows exactly how to court. He gives me soft alpha/strong beta vibes. And he learned from Makino the ways to court long ago.

HOWEVER that being said, he also likes making you laugh. Courting gifts when it was just a crush were often goofy and maybe small inside jokes, or even mini pranks. 

Like a cupcake with sour flavored icing, still good but not at all what you were expecting. Boy did he giggle and laugh when your face puckered up with confusion.

Once he realizes these feelings are here to stay, or if you take initiative and heavily hint or gift him something. Then he gets sincere and downright smitten and soft

I hope you like the color orange, because he thinks you look so cute in the fuzzy luxury fur blanket with orange silk lining. Yes the fur has been dyed orange to match as well and you stick out like a sore thumb on this winter island but you're warm!

He is much more of a simple gift kinda guy, first sign is him not just sharing his food with you but getting a plate and filling it for you before looking after himself. 

He long ago memorized your favorite food 

He uses his devil fruit as a gift for you as well…yes in his mind warm hugs or warm handed deep tissue massages count as courting gifts. They're a promise from him to you he will take care of you forever if you allow him.

He has never understood collecting shiny rocks, seashells, and the like…until now. Something about courting makes every exceptional seashell and rock extra special now and if he thinks theyre pretty he will pocket them to give to you later.

“The way it shined reminded me of your eyes/smile”

He's much more of a physical show rather than buying gifts. So his presents may not be noticed immediately.

Giving you rides in his flame boat (he has to carry you so his flames dont set you on fire and boy does he love carrying you now)

Insisting on being the one to be paired up with you for anything and everything. From crew game night, to exploration parties, to mission assignments, even to his previously hated cleaning duties. 

Soft touches, on your waist, your hand. To help you get across a large gap (if he doesn't just pick you up). To reassure you if you’re expressing a moment of doubt/trouble. When he thinks your smile is especially bright and he just needs to touch your cheek to ensure you’re real.

 Or to push you behind him in times of danger or conflict, yes you can take care of yourself BUT he wants to be your support and fighter. He is first to cheer you on in a fight, but if he can prevent a needless dangerous encounter he will put himself in front so any animosity is directed at him not you.

When he realizes you might want clothes, or scented items he goes to Marco.

He understands the process, he gets how to scent something. However he wants his brother figure and the very honest bestie to help him judge which ones are best. He doesn’t want to over scent something and have it be oppressive. And he knows he’s rough on clothes so he’s making sure the things he’s giving you are good quality still so they’ll last as long as you want to keep them.

He also gives you a nickname, you’ve always had one but it was more of a teasing best friend kind of thing. Suddenly you have a much more dignified and polite nickname…its also a very classic 50’s romance sort of nickname like Doll, or Pumpkin, or Kitten…or Angel

Okay he’s alpha, if that wasn’t evident from his emperors haki and being captain etc 

Unlike his brother he is dumb…very dumb. Has never cared about courting a day before in his life. Used to say “EW” and stick out his tongue (even at 16)

He doesn’t even realize at first that the things he is doing is courting when he first starts. Probably because he doesn’t realize at first that he has feelings for you.

Robin did from day one, Zoro did maybe the first week, Sanji had suspicions too after a month or so, and the others later feel like they should have seen it coming since he constantly talked about how mouth-watering you smelled and loved to cling around you and just burrow in your neck to snuffle you. He learned not to nip when Nami yelled at him for it the first day he met you. Like I said the others feel they should have seen this sooner.

Giving you bits of his food, scenting you, constantly asking to hold your hand, and giving you every single cool thing he sees for you to “keep safe” but if you try to give them back he’d “no thanks you keep them!” then laugh and bounce off

Unlike what anyone would have expected Luffy figures out his emotions for you very quickly. It didn’t take Robins hints to him, he knew after you all finally got in a large altercation together against the world government or some pirates. He was always protective of his nakama, but before the enemy could land the devastating blow to your back in the battle. Luffy was screaming in rage. Bounding across the battlefield to you to protect HIS friend. His…ohhh…

He talked to Robin and Nami, they advised him on courting and how to make you his. He only grasped 30% but he’s trying

He would make the ship go broke in order to buy you every cool thing, or every soft nesting thing, or all the food you could eat. 

The king of bringing you random plucked wildflowers (several have been confiscated by Chopper as they were poisonous plants, Luffys eye for weird things haven gotten the best of him)

They're messy but he learns to make flower crowns for you both to wear. Talks about making them for your future kids

He didn’t used to own much clothing, but now he is expanding his wardrobe just so he can have more things that smell like him to wrap you up in.

You have exclusive hat permission, don’t abuse it but if you ever ask him, he does not mind putting it on your head for a while

He thinks you look so good in it too, makes him puff up his chest and yell to the world how awesome you are.

He has bought you one very nice present, one he had to work his butt off to get. Literally, Nami made him get a job on an island to pay for it and he was actually sincere while working there (sorry Baratie). 

It's a unisex gold bangle bracelet with a red ruby with your and his initials engraved in the gold along with the date you joined his crew (because yes he remembers the date perfectly)

[indialadina]

👒(α )🐯(Ω)❣️💕

Jelly grown ass cat.

Related work: Clingy Ruin Me Licking

[akwolfgrl]

Was reading a mafia abo Zoran fic then I had ideas to write my own.

So far-

Sanji (O)works at the barite he escaped the vinsonkes and was mostly raised by Zeff (A). Zoro (A)stops in with Mihawk(A) at one point and falls for Sanji and the food. He doesn't know Sanji is a vinsmoke. Sanji doesn't know Zoros mafia. The day Zoro shows up to ask Sanji out on a date, Zeff tells him he's gone.

Mihawk goes to the vinsmokes. (Judge walks into his office and turns the light on and miwhak is just sitting thire waiting for him

Miwhak heard therw the rumor mill that the vinsmokes were thinking of making an alliance with big mom, so he gets thire first. To offer up one with cross guild.

Sanji is taken by his family and told they are going to marry him off. If he doesn't comply, they will charge Zeff with kidnapping.

Zoro is sad that his curly is gone and that's he is getting married off until they are at the altar and see its eatch other, lol.

Will I write it? Who knows.

[khepiari]

Me: I hate writing omegaverse fics.

Also me: Reads Omegaverse BLs for breakfast, lunch, supper and dinner.

Also me while reading: this plot could be a great LuLaw Omegaverse fic.

Girl sleep. Sleep now

[heylookomegas]

Warlords And Courting Gifts

Dracule Mihawk

VERY high standards. What else did you expect?

He will accept flowers personally arranged by the alpha, books specific to his interests and fine wine at the beginning of the relationship. 

Nest supplies like blankets and pillows are something he’s far too specific about to accept as a gift.

Will only allow clothes and jewelry to be given once the relationship has become official. 

Don’t skimp and get him something cheap or simple, he wants gold, rubies and silk all over!

He deserves to be treated like a princess doesn’t he?

Do well enough and you might be able to get away with calling him that too.

Bartholomew Kuma

Blankets, pillows and bears oh my!

Is too much of a minimalist to want anything extravagant.

But some soft blankets and teddy bears will always result in a smile from him.

This is a man who doesn’t believe it’s possible to own too many squishmallows.

He also likes baked goods like muffins pies.

Sweet things for a sweet man.

Crocodile 

Why would you do this to yourself?

Crocodile makes a point of buying himself everything he wants as he wants it and is as extra about it as possible.

The only way for an alpha to court him with gifts is through home made crafts.

Which you gotta have some serious balls to go through with.

Really the fact that someone walked right up to him with crap they made at home is an impressive enough show of confidence to peak his curiosity in and of itself.

Gecko Moria

Too charmed over being genuinely courted like he’s some sweet little twenty year old instead of a single parent over fifty to care too much about what he’s actually being gifted.

As long as it’s evident that thought was put into the gift, he’s over the moon about it.

He’ll accept plushie bats, antique buttons, dark flowers and really anything that vaguely fits with his aesthetic.

He also has a weakness for salted caramel candy.

Just don’t get him an onion plant.

That shit was only funny the first time.

Doflamingo

Well at least what he wants is simple.

The corpses of his enemies make the perfect courting gift.

Even better if they’ve got just enough life in them for him to torture it out personally.

If the body has his initials carved into it you might even get a genuine thank you.

For the ultimate gift, make it a theatrical execution complete with special effects. 

Jinbe

Either the best or worse case scenario on the list depending on your point of view.

Jinbei doesn’t want gifts.

He’ll take small things like food or a bottle of something, but he’ll just pay it back later.

He doesn’t like the idea that he can be bought or dazzled, so expensive gifts make him uncomfortable.

The best gift you can give Jinbei is your presence.

(Or a bit of original poetry if you’d really like to speed things up.)

[mikariin]

So while coloring and talking to a friend this came into my mind:

ASL leaves Dawn Island earlier than expected, like around the time the Celestial Dragon is supposed to be coming, but not for the usual reasoning.

Sabo is an alpha, Luffy is an alpha and Ace presented as an omega. On Dawn Island, which is pretty lawless, when Bluejam was supposed to turn Sabo over to the Outlooks, he instead caught a smell of Ace and was ready to turn them over to slavers or maybe the Celestial Dragon himself for a profit, with Luffy and Sabo being collateral.

This sets off the alpha instincts in Sabo and Luffy, making it easier for the trio to escape. Dadan manages to find the boys in the fire, with Bluejams crew snd gets them out of there.

With the knowledge of what could happen to the three with the Celestial Dragon coming by soon, the head beta of the bandits think of a quick way to send them off and do so.

Once on the seas, the boys run wild by themselves, changing some parts of the timeline and keeping others the same, before when they are well into their teens, Ace: 17, Sabo: 16 (almost 17) and Luffy: 14 they arrive in the New World (accidentally) and run into the Whitebeard pirates, who want them for their crew.

(Will be MarAce, LuLaw and KoalaSabo just idk how yet.)

My friend only said the word breeding and this came out so thanks for that lol

[daddiel-ish]

Here it is! This chapter is a lot-- i forced myself to cut a lot of scenes just to not make it too heavy (i can keep them for the future 🤷‍♂️)

[autemis]

So... what now?

[na-hele]

Heat

Everyone can tell when Sanji’s is coming up because he gets equal parts softer and meaner the days before.

He gets cranky way quicker, but is also quick to cry.

He scents more, and starts craving more physical affection.

He doesn’t push away Luffy’s rubber arms, his touches linger when he’s serving the crew.

He lingers around The crew when they’re doing their own thing.

Standing beside Brook when he plays music, watching Franky and Usopp tinker around.

He sits with Nami, watching her nap, he listens to Robin read, he watches Zoro train, and he listens when chopper rambles at his newest findings.

The crew now’s when Sanji’s preheat starts.

It’s always so obvious, Sanji starts to loose himself, forgetting to surprise his scent.

Purring loudly when cooking.

He starts reaching for touch instead of asking for it.

And of course the crew gives in,

How could they not?

Sanji was their pretty omega.

[short-honey-badger]

Trouble Sleeping 2

Alright. This took me a while to get together. I got into a pretty big slump over the weekend that made it hard to do much of anything.

Anyway. I kept things vague, and I'll probably leave the rest up to your imagination. If anyone is interested, feel free to use this as a basis for your own works! Anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Alpha Law x Omega Reader

Warnings! ABO universe. Some smut, kissing, and little pregnancy things? Reader gives birth, but it isn't graphic.

Masterlist

Part 1

Law wakes early on the day he is to leave back to the new world, scent wrapping around his cute little mate as he cracks his eyes open. The familiar ceiling of his room greets him, but he rolls to bury his face in the back of your neck to block out the sight. He greedily breathes in syrup sweet honeysuckle, one hand raising to settle on your hip and then slides around to cup the gentle swell of your stomach, content growl breaking rumbling through his throat when you shift to press back into him.

A year after he'd taken you to bed, your scheduled heat had come along, and even with his own suppressants, it had sent him into rut. A week later, you came out of your locked bedroom with a bite mark still tingling on your neck and most likely pregnant. Your worries were confirmed when a month later, your scent began to change, and your omega instincts screamed at you to find a proper nest even that early in your pregnancy.

Trafalgar had panicked the second he realized what he'd done that night, but with the two of you still tangled together, he had no choice but to accept his actions. A healthy alpha and omega in their respective reproductive stages were more than likely to have a pup after coupling. Especially if a bond is initiated during the knotting process.

As a medical practitioner yourself, you already knew of the consequences of your actions, but you didn't regret anything. Your Captain had been the one to pick you up and offer you a spot in his crew. He was everything to you, so what was a little more?

“T’falgar,” you whispered after Law had apologized over and over. You could feel his tears on the back of your neck and you gripped his hands as hard as you could, fingers curling tightly around the pirate's tattooed knuckles, “Law I love you, and I ain't goin’ anywhere.”

Law had stalled out, his brain already mush from heat and pheromones. He cleared his throat, voice thick with unshed tears and emotions, and asked you to repeat yourself. That night, you told your alpha exactly how much he meant to you, telling him over and over how you loved him, and whispered sweet praises until the overwhelmed Law had begged you to stop.

Still worried, but more happy than anything, Law had quietly told you that he loved you too and swore to protect you and their pup whenever it came into the world. Elated, you'd cried yourself to sleep until his rut had kicked back in a couple of hours later.

You whining breaks Law from his thoughts, and he kicks up his growl, chest rumbling loud enough that you can feel him vibrating against your back. He sneaks his hand down your belly, fingers tapping against the sensitive flesh of your hip and causing you to shiver. Your scent, sweet honeysuckle, but warm with the intoxicating rose and clean citrus now interlinked never failed to bring out the carnal side of the alpha.

Trafalgar is nosing the back of your neck, steel scent thick in the air, as he presses a kiss to the bite mark that seals his bond with you. He feels your hands find his own, and they curled tight around his knuckles. Law isn't expecting the sudden distress that suddenly permeates the room.

“Law,” his heart aches the way you say his name. Your usual soft mellow tone was replaced by one of choked desperation, “I need you ta come back to me, okay? I need you. They need you. I don't think I can do it without you.”

The alpha hated the way your scent sours in the air, and Law grips your hands back, curling his lanky frame over yours and tucking you into his chest, “I promised you I'd be back, right? I'm not going to break that.”

Law surrounds you on all sides, scent coiling and soothing the distressed omega in his arms, “You've got nothing to worry about, I'll be back in time to be there, and even if I can't be, I know that you will be able to handle it. You're stronger than you think.”

You sniff harshly, and press your body back into your alpha, seeking his comfort, “You better not, Law. I'll have Bepo tan your hide if ya do.”

The pirate captain snickers quietly and then places soft kisses to the side of your neck, teeth nipping his old bite mark and causing you to sigh in pleasure.

“I will let him if I break our promise, little Medic,” Trafalgar rumbles, and his hands loosen around yourself, his practiced fingers splaying across your flesh. He breathes you in and his cock sirs against your backside when he catches a whiff of heady omegan slick. Your hand catches his wrist and you lead it down to where you are dripping between your legs, whining sweetly when Law's fingers find your clit and begin to massage the bundle of nerves.

“I love you,_-ya,” Law whispers, and both of you can hear the urgency in his voice. He needs this. He needs you one more time before he is gone for the next few months, “Let me take care of you.”

You nod, mind ready cloudy with lust and thick alpha pheromones that Law hasn't stopped pumping into the air. He wants you so saturated with his scent that no matter how long he was gone, no one would question who you belonged to. Who your mate is.

His fingers slide through your puffy folds, and Law groans when he already finds you wet, allowing his fingers to glide effortlessly. His middle finger finds your hole, and he rubs against your twitching cunt, playing and teasing you before he sinks his finger down to the knuckle. You toss your head back, a heavy sigh escaping you when Law sets a steady rhythm.

The alpha's thumb finds your clit, and the duel sensations have you twitching and coming with a soft cry of his name. Law doesn't let up, adding another finger to your wet heat and stretching you for his cock. His free hand finds your leg, and he carefully shifts it up and opens you up for better access.

Trafalgar ruts forward, and he snarls lowly when his cock slides between your legs, rubbing against your folds and soaking his cock in your slick.

“Law,” you murmur, voice thick with want and desperation, “Law, please.”

Your alpha hushes you, extracting his fingers and grabbing the base of his cock. he squeezes himself, and then angles up and hisses as he sinks into your crushing walls. You are tight, and Law has to fight back the urge to roll you over and fuck you raw. Instead, he settles for a slow grind, more cock warming than anything, but it still sets his teeth on edge and has you whining for more.

“I ain't gonna break, Law,” you snarl when the slow grind just isn't enough. You want to feel your alpha, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Law doesn't mean to be so rough with you when he pulls out and rolls you to your knees. He slides a pillow under your hips to keep you off your heavy stomach, and then he is gripping his cock and slamming back inside of you with a howl.

You yowl under him, hips pressing back to meet him thrust for thrust. The way his dick drags along your fluttering walls feels like perfection, and it doesn't take much more for you to come again.

Your alpha drags another two orgasms out of you before his knot begins to catch too much for him to fully pull out. He humps into you, grinding up and draping himself across your back to nibble at the bite mark.

“Gonna come soon,” Law warns but you can only nod, too fucked out and gone to pay too much attention to him. You cry out when he sinks his teeth into your scent gland, deepening and darkening the mark he'd left behind. His knot inflates, locking the two of you in place as he paints your insides while with hot cum.

You groan at the feeling, feeling stuffed full and satisfied from the lovemaking. Law gathers you close, rolling to his side and cradling you to his chest again. It's the best position for now, and it's a good ten minutes before Law can slip out of your puffy pussy. He watches as cum leaks from your hole, smirking at the sight of the combined juices before reaching forward to rub the mess into the skin of your thighs.

His actions make you huff, but a content purr has started up in your chest, and you can't be mad at his actions. Not when you enjoy the sight of such a strong and influential alpha who wanted your attention and wanted the world to know who he belonged to.

However, today could not be spent laying around like the two of you wanted. It takes time, but Law eventually extracts himself to go start the shower. He helps you from the bed and scrubs your back and legs. He likes to help you wash. It's the perfect excuse for him to keep his hands on your lovely skin.

Once dressed, the two of you leave the Polar Tang, two thick bags packed with your favorite blankets and pillows. All the things you would need to try and remake your nest were carefully packed away, and Law pulled you in for a tight hug when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“You know I wouldn't go if I could help it, right?” He asks you as he wraps his clean, steel laced scent around you. Trafalgar feels you nod against his shoulder, but you are still shaking, so he tightens his grip and presses his lips to your hair.

“I know. I'll just miss you, Law,” you whisper and clutch at the black cloak he has tossed over his shoulders. Time was counting down. You bury your face in his chest, tears welling up and spilling over without your say, so, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Law whispers and breathes you in. He doesn't want to go, but he needs to, and so he reluctantly pulls away and helps you gather your bags.

Sachin, Penguin, and Bepo follow the two of you out, and the other members of the Heart Pirates pull you in for a hug and a tearful farewell for now. Bepo is crying, big tears running down the mink’s face.

Amazon Lily is just as lush and beautiful as Law remembers, and he dips his head in a grateful nod when he catches sight of the Elder. Luffy hadn't thought twice about asking Boa Hancock if you could stay on the island while he, Law. And Kid sailed off to Wano. Boa had folded instantly on Luffy's whim, but it wasn't like the tribe would have turned away a pregnant omega in need.

The two snake warriors helpfully take your bags back to the palace, and the others turn away from the mated pair when a sob breaks through your walls. You cry against him, hormones and emotions running wild in the face of Law leaving you. It hadn't felt real until now. The alpha soothes you the best he can, but you are still crying when Trafalgar pulls away. He wipes your face and brings you in for a kiss.

“I'll be back before you know it,” Law murmurs against your lips, and then he is extracting himself from your arms, “I have to go.”

“Kick their ass, Cap’n,” you tell him, and then you are watching Law walk away from you, back to the Polar Tang to go fight against two Emperors.

—--after Wano—----

Law runs, the panic making it hard for him to use his devil fruit and just teleport to your side. He can hear you screaming from here, throat gone raw from how much you've worked it. He skids around a corner, sprinting past the Kuja Women until he finally reaches the healing rooms. He bursts inside, and immediately, he is drenched in your scent.

Your eyes fly open the moment he is by your side, nostrils flaring, and you jerk your head to the side to see your alpha by your side, “You're late!”

Law laughs, tears coming to his eyes as he leans in to pull you in for a kiss. He was late, but a storm had swooped in and made traveling difficult for a couple of days. His instincts scream at him when you yowl again, pain and frustration etched across your face when the midwife between your legs urges you to push again.

With the alpha there to ease your stress and coat you in his familiar scent, the birthing process goes much smoother. The first baby enters the world with such a soul screech that Law wonders if she is part bird. The midwives clean up the infant, though Trafalgar steps in when you urge him with a low whine. You want the sire of your pups to know his children. They have been so active lately that it pains you to know how much Law had missed while gone.

Law takes the baby, gazing down at the scrunched, red face, and finds himself breaking and falling head over heels for the tiny bundle in his arms. His daughter glares up at him, and he smirks at seeing his attitude already swimming in her delicate features.

You snarling again has Law giving you his attention again, and he goes to your side so that you can see their daughter. You smile through the pain, feeling relief and pride at seeing the tiny person in your alpha's arms. You push again, sweat pouring down your brow and staining the sheets.

The other baby, this one a boy, hardly makes any sound, only crying softly when the midwife pats his back to make sure he is breathing properly. Once cleaned, the Kuja doctor places your son in your arms and then leaves to give you and Law some privacy for a moment. They would be back later to see to your care, but Law would more than likely take over now that he was back.

The twins look more like their father. Both with dark hair and even darker eyes that seem to stare straight through you. You slowly scoot over, wincing when it causes discomfort, but you'd be damned if you could have your family close to you. Law takes the hint and slides into bed with you, and you gratefully lean against him. Tears sprout, and you don't stop them from leaking down your face. The past week has been so hard, and you are elated that your alpha has finally come back to you.

Your son whines, and you look down at him with a soft, love filled look, one that matches the one on Law's face when he looks at his daughter.

“You name them,” you whisper quietly and nose against his arm. You speak up again before Law can protest, “I want you too. I thought about it a lot while you were gone. It's what I want.”

Law licks his lips. The two of you have spoken about names before, and though tentative, the Heart Pirate Captain had a name he'd like to use.

“Roseinette,” Law whispers and noses at his daughter, who still scowls up at her father like he'd been the one to wrong her. He smirks at the baby and then gives his son his attention, carefully reaching over to stroke a finger down the slope of his little nose. His son gives him a look of curiosity before closing his eyes and slipping off to sleep, “Corazon. Cora-ya for short.”

You smile, turning to nose against Law, your scent leveling out to sweet honeysuckle, lined with the smell of steel, roses, and clean citrus. The scent of your family.

You are so proud of your Alpha. You know it's hard for him whenever he speaks about his late father figure. You kiss his bicep, “I think he'd be proud of you, Law. He'd want you to be happy.”

Law feels his eyes well up, and tilts his head back to prevent the tears from escaping, though it does little good when he hears your tired voice speak up again, “I wish he could have met them.”

His throat is right when he nods, and you surround your alpha with your scent when you smell his grief. The tears fall, and his voice is thick with pain, “Me too, _-ya. Cora would have loved you.”

You stay quiet but supportive until Trafalgar sniffs and wipes at his face. You needed him right now, not the other way around. Plus, the twins needed to be checked out.

Before he stands, your alpha pulls you in for a much needed kiss, and he pours all of his love into it, never knowing how much he would have missed kissing you. The kiss is cut short when Roseinette begins to cry, and Law pulls away and climbs out of the too small bed. He clears his throat.

“I should check the twins out. Then we need to see if they'll latch. I'm sure they are hungry,” Law explains, and you nod easily, not about to complain about letting your alpha take care of what needs to be done.

After a quick examination, it turned out the twins were indeed hungry and didn't have any problems latching. You squirm with a frown, the feeling foreign and odd. With the twins distracted, Law gives you his full attention, leaning down to press his lips to your brow.

“I need to check you too. Omegas heal fast after birth, but I don't want to risk it.”

This examination takes much less time, though it's odd to have Trafalgar between your legs for medical reasons. He tells you that there is some tearing and offers to do some stitching, and you agree. It's weird and a bit painful, but it's fine in the end, but by the end of it all, you are exhausted. Law pets your hair and gathers the twins who have fallen asleep after nursing. He lays them down together, though separately swaddled in the bassinet that's been prepared.

Law comes to your side, sitting on the bed and taking your hands in his own. You tangle your fingers with his, sliding over his tattooed knuckles, “You kept your promise.”

Trafalgar hums, tugs your hands up to kiss your wrist, and then rubs his jaw along the sensitive skin there, scenting you.

“Told you I would,” He drawls quietly. Law doesn't want to be that far away from you for that longer ever again. Wano had taken a lot out of everyone, and he was glad to be home. His pups are safe right beside him, and little in the world could ruin his delighted mood. However, one thing did bother him.

Cora had been the only father figure that Law could really remember, and even with the man's good intentions and the way he protected Law until the very end, Trafalgar still ended up an orphan. So, how was he supposed to be a father?

[milfhawks]

in aboverse, alphas and omegas (and sometimes betas) have fangs that they use to mark each other when mating for life. i’d imagine they’re also used for fighting when such is needed.

mihawk (omega) had sworn to never use his fangs, to as a swordsman only use his sword. the idea of using his fangs would be degrading to him. he never expected to mate with anyone, so he wouldn’t use them to mark an alpha or beta partner either. his fangs would remain unsullied by the flesh and blood of others.

then there’s a battle in which he is joined by shanks and yoru has been taken from him/he can’t use it. an enemy is coming for shanks from a blind spot; there’s no way red will be able to counter the attack with how preoccupied he is with other opponents circling him and —

mihawk throws himself in front of shanks without a second thought, as if by pure instinct, baring his fangs in a flash before ripping shanks’ would-be attacker’s throat out, splattering himself in filthy blood, his fangs no longer pure and untouched. his swordsman’s vow to himself, to only use the sword, to never sully his fangs, broken.

for shanks.

[indialadina]

Big needy cat and his bf.

[akwolfgrl]

So Zoro and Sanji alredy have thire earnings. Simple gold teardrop for Zoro, gold with a blue heart for Sanji. Luffy needs his own earing to exchange with his two mates. Gold would look best on luffy and fit in with the other two.

[spacedoutdandelion]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Nico Robin, Tony Tony Chopper, Brook (One Piece), Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Judge, The Vinsmoke Siblings, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Sanji (One Piece), Alpha Roronoa Zoro, Omegas have ears and tails, Nesting, Pack Dynamics, Pack Feels, Pack Bonding, Angst with a Happy Ending, Childhood Trauma, Trust Issues, Luffy and Robin ship it, Nothing Happened x2, grab a box of tissues, Past Child Abuse, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Praise, Body Worship, Intersex Omegas, ABO for people that don't like ABO, slowburn Summary:

The first cognizant memories from Sanji's early years as a child spelled out the truth for him right away. Omegas weren't special. They had no value. They existed for one thing and that was for alphas to decide. Maybe that was why Sanji hated being at home so much. Aside from the abuse, the constant belittlement, and shoving, it was the way he was made to feel useless as if he had chosen to be an omega. He was a child, he didn't understand why his father loved his brothers and sister more than him, all he knew was that he had ears and a tail and they didn't.

In-Universe Mild creative liberties taken