#one piece x amab reader

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ MINE TO SHARE: SHANKS (+???)

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "You were Shanks's the moment he laid his eyes on you. But sometimes he needs to remind you that you being his means he can do whatever he wants with you."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : AMAB! READER, CIS MALE! READER, MALE READER! SMUT! MLM, HOMO SEX (I laugh at this) GAY SEX (laugh again), DUB-CON, NON-CONSENSUAL EXHIBITIONISM (Shanks shows the reader sexy photos without him knowing, the reader is watched during sex without being asked) in this story the reader LIKES all the things that are did with him, even the exhibitionism, if you have any trauma or trigger with that don't read. ASSHOLE BOSS (NOT SHANKS) just a mention of a former idiotic boss, hidden romantic relationships, unlabeled relationship, relationship between boss and employee

꒰ CONTAINS ꒱ : Shanks is mean and soft at the same time but probably more mean, Benn and all of Shanks' friends know you two are fucking, you might want to fuck his friends too, office sex, risk of getting caught, getting caught, makeshift handcuffs and a lot of dirty talk.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 2,3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : lol o only notice how much warnings I always put, I just want to put everything that can make someone uncomfortable because I hate read a fic when they don't put warning in something and that's get me triggered. Okay so, PLEASE IF YOU ARE A WOMEN DON'T REALLY READ THIS, IT'S NOT ONLY INTERACT DON'T READ, IF I SEE ANY FEM BLOG IN THIS STORY I GONNA BLOCK YOU AND IM SERIOUS

You didn't remember exactly how you got there. Sitting on your boss's lap with his dick so deep in your ass you could feel it reaching your throat. Shanks' hands grabbed your ass hard, squeezing and slapping so hard that made you jump in fright. He used all his strength and the advantage of his size to guide you bouncing on his huge cock, your legs were already wobbly and shaking so all you could do was accept him using you like a toy and fucking you nonstop.

Every time Shanks fucked you he had a different rhythm, which was always decided by his mood that day. Today you weren't sure what the redhead's mood was, but he fucked you with deep and strong thrusts that made you roll your eyes and tremble with each blow, he hit your prostate so accurately and filled your insides so perfectly that you genuinely wondered how you was able to cumming with other partners before Shanks. It seemed impossible for someone to be able to give you pleasure like him.

Of course you were also a mess, thanks to that, you had your head thrown back moaning his name or resting on his shoulder or forehead, moaning breathlessly and begging softly for more. Your hands were dug into his shoulder, scratching so hard that even without big nails you knew there would be marks left for a few days, your head was already hurting and there was a little drool running down the corner of your lips... You looked pathetic, but in the end you liked being humiliated and Shanks liked humiliating you, it was the perfect combination.

You had only entered Shanks' office to give him some reports for the week, he was in his chair with his back to the door facing the huge glass wall that gave him a view of the entire city, advantages of being extremely rich and being able to work on the highest floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city. He was strangely silent and all he asked of you was to come over and deliver the reports... Of course, most of his visits to Shanks' office didn't just end with a conversation between boss and employee.

The truth is that your relationship with the redhead has always been… complicated. It all started when you saw him in person for the first time at a meeting between several city executives disguised as a gala party, at that time you were just an apprentice following your boss and his main secretary like a scared puppy. Your boss was terrible and liked to torture all his employees with the excuse of being an iron training that only the best went through, but he hid this from the spotlight and loved to brag as a boss that no job would leave, taking pride in his loyalty of each of its employees.

Shanks, as always, was a brat at these parties, his social reputation was one of the worst but everyone pretended not to know given how incredible his business empire was, even though he was known for scandals and even visits to countless police stations, the redhead was treated like an angel by everyone the other businessmen who pretended not to know anything about his antics. For some reason you caught his attention, throughout the party where you basically served as a personal waiter for your boss, you felt Shanks staring at you with a predatory gaze ready to grab his prey and run away.

You were still very insecure at that time, you had just left college and your career wasn't going exactly as you planned, maybe that's why you avoided his gaze so much at the beginning. When your boss and Shanks finally spoke, the redhead made no attempt to hide that he was paying attention solely to you and not the ugly old man who was desperate for a business deal. This obviously infuriated his boss who spilled wine on his clothes claiming to have been an oversight. When you kindly excused yourself to go to the bathroom to resolve the situation your boss's secretary simply whispered that you didn't need to go back to the party, when you looked at him confused he just rolled his eyes and said gruffly “you're out”.

This made you swallow deeply and run to the bathroom, you already had a terrible job even if it was in a renowned place and now you had been fired for attracting the attention of a billionaire who you never even dreamed of being in the same room with?! All you could do was rub your wine-stained shirt as you cried and cursed to the tenth generation of your stupid boss and anyone who worked for him. While you were lost in your own world you were unable to notice Shanks entering the bathroom and looking at you with concern.

That night many things happened, you were fired, humiliated, you received a job offer from Shanks who had one of the most successful industries in the country and you also received a small hope that your professional future could work out. The months went by and at some point you and Shanks were already in this arrangement, you weren't even close to being boyfriends, even though he had never had another partner and even though he had never forbidden you from having one, he hated seeing you with anyone else other than him. Your friends joked that Shanks was your sugar daddy since he always gave you money and gifts, but since he never asked for anything in return, not even sex, it didn't seem like the label for you either.

You were something, besides of course friends, but you weren't very determined to find out. You were afraid of falling in love only to find out that Shanks only saw you as a fuck buddy or worse, finding out that Shanks was in love and you only saw him as a fuck buddy! You had sleepless nights thinking about it but little by little you simply gave up making everything difficult. You loved fucking Shanks and Shanks loved fucking you, there was no reason to try to put feelings in or out of this arrangement, as long as it worked for both of you then it was perfect.

Shanks continued fucking you while you faced the office door with your head resting on his shoulder, you lowered your claws to his arm and continued holding him as if you were going to die without his support. He whispered praises and curses every time you leaned into his lap and made his cock all the way inside you, your own cock was twitching on your stomach, your pants were thrown somewhere and your white shirt was open so at least you wouldn't get your clothes dirty. You needed to come so badly, but Shanks' slow pace didn't give you enough stimulation, if he just let you masturbate you could have gotten there, but he liked torturing you.

“Shanks! Please! I! Oh! Shit!" You moaned choppy, disjointed words as you tried to increase your speed, but Shanks' strong hands kept you right where he wanted you.

“Huh? I didn't hear you boy, say it again” He said breathlessly and gave a light bite to your exposed neck “Say how you want my dick to make you see stars, say how you want to be my good boy and cum so much you'll get dirty both of us, tell me” the redhead’s dirty talk always made your belly twitch and your dick leak more, you were losing control and he was loving taking advantage of it.

“Oh! Shanks! Please! I need… Fuck! Faster!" You moaned louder as you felt him slowly increasing his speed, you were ready to beg again when you heard some knocks on the door and Shanks' electronic warning ringing, alerting you that there was someone at the door wanting a meeting with him. “S-Shanks! Stop! There is somebody!"

You tried to get off of him and give him a few pats so he would get the hint and at least he would give you the chance to hide in the bathroom instead of getting caught by someone while fucking your boss. But Shanks didn't seem to care, he quickly turned the chair, turning towards the door and leaving you facing the glass wall, and instead of slowing down or even letting you go, he simply gave your ass a hard slap as he started thrusting into you like the world was ending. He was moving in and out so fast that you became unable to speak, only letting out desperate screams and moans at the sudden increase in stimulation.

“Shit… Don’t squeeze me so much boy… Come in! Come in quickly Benn, I'm kinda busy” He shouted the last part and you tried again to fight Shanks, only to receive an annoyed growl from him as he took off his own tie and used it to tie your wrists behind your back in a clumsy and quick way, but still firm enough for you to be unable to escape. “Stop running away you brat! You came here to get fucked in my office and now you don’t want anyone to see you?” He smiled mischievously when he saw your embarrassed face and the tears of humiliation that were about to fall.

"Stop!" You sniffled at him and hid your face in his neck, you heard the door opening and you knew that soon Benn, the vice CEO and someone who had as much power as Shanks, would be able to see you bouncing on the redhead's dick like a real whore.

"To stop? But I feel you clenching around my cock…” he chuckled at you and stroked your back gently “You're acting like you hate this… But I see how you look at my men, you perverted boy, I'm sure you'd love it getting fucked by all of us at the same time, right? After all, all that’s going on in that stupid little head of yours is being filled with cock in all your holes, right?” He laughed teasingly and when you just whimpered without responding he finally seemed to get angry, so he grabbed your penis tightly, squeezing its sensitive head. “I asked a fucking question.”

You just screamed, feeling the ecstasy overwhelm you to the point where your vision went black and you felt your whole body go limp, you had just cum in Shanks' hand just from his dirty words and tight grip on his sensitive and neglected dick. You fell against him crying and panting, your dick trembled as it continued to leak some more cum, Shanks simply laughed and stopped fucking you, letting you calm down slowly.

“Did you see that Benn? He simply came when I accused him of wanting to be fucked by all of us” Shanks laughed at that as if it were a joke and you almost forgot that the other man had entered the room, but now you could smell his cigarette and his malicious laugh.

“S-Shanks…” you begged whimpering as you tried to hide against his body, you had no idea what you were asking for, but it was clear that Shanks always knew you and your body much better than you knew yourself.

“Hmmm… I would even let it go this time, but you hid this beautiful spectacle of you cumming, didn’t you feel sorry for Benn? He came here and missed the entire show…” he said a little more gently as he rubbed his nose against your hair “Now I can’t just let you go and leave my friend empty handed… Besides, you didn’t even make me cum… No, No, you were really a bad boy…”

You no longer had the strength to argue or fight against the redhead, he quickly grabbed you and turned you around to face Benn. Now you were a complete and pathetic exposure, Shanks' cock was still thrusting deep into you, your own cock was a little soft, already extremely tired after having an intense orgasm, your abdomen was dirty with your cum and your entire body was dripping with sweat. You had a tired and cloudy look, a face that was drunk but kept begging for more and more.

Shanks smiled and grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing your cheek as he whispered in your ear “Open that mouth wide and stick your tongue out my boy… Give them a good look” you did as he said as he was squeezing her cheeks and forcing your mouth open. You hadn't understood what he was planning, your head too tired and confused to try and guess the man's plans.

It was only when you heard the click and flash of your cell phone that you realized, Benn was in front of you with his own cell phone and had just taken a picture of you practically naked being fucked on your boss's lap. The damage and scandals that a photo like that could cause made you feel sick, but luckily Benn's mischievous smile and his hard penis over his dress pants indicated that his goal wasn't to destroy your life.

“How was it?” Shanks asked the gray-haired man playfully.

“Perfect, you weren't lying when you said that his face when he cum was perfect… Huh, Hongo is going to love this…” He quickly placed his cell phone on Shanks' desk and approached you.

“Now… My brat” Shanks kissed your cheek and smiled against you making your whole body shiver “Why don’t I show you that you belong to me completely to the point where I can do whatever I want with you?” He offered with a smile, “And by ‘whatever you want’ I obviously mean sharing… After all, you’re a good pet and you’re not going to let Benn go so hard, are you?”

You didn't need to answer for the two older men to start smiling, everyone knew you never refused an order from Shanks.

[luffyvace]

Zoro x male reader headcanons

from my list on my profile :)

btw keep in mind there will be no ‘dom’ in this relationship for these headcanons. i have nothing against it as long as it’s still sfw so don’t be afraid to request that :).

zoro wouldn’t stand for a weak s/o

he doesn’t wanna have to worry for you

so if your weak he’ll make you train with him

and if your not ‘great! let’s spar!’

it doesn’t matter if you use swords or a weapons at all

yall gon spar.

y’all prob fight even more than him and sanji at this point

but not actually angry fight—spar fight

he’ll even teach you his no swords style if he has to 😭

also he’s not a huge cuddle bug or anything but he’s always warm

he’ll grunt if you snuggle up to him for warmth but won’t move you or anything

another thing—he always has your back

especially in fights

not really in petty arguments with other people tho

he might join in on it but not on your side

just to tease you

but you know he means no harm

except for with ero cook

then he’ll team up with you

😭

zoros love languages are quality time and acts of service for sure

zoros quality time looks like working out together,

trying to understand whatever hobbies you like

drinking contests

sitting in solidarity silence

and his acts of service is

saving your butt in battle

going shopping together

any little favor you need really

if your carrying something heavy and almost drop it he’s got you

he shows he cares in little ways like that

zoro is the one to tell it like it is in the straw hats

like he did when usopp left

and he won’t be afraid to call you out on your crap if your wrong

hes not trying to alienate your or something

he just wants you to realize what your doing and change to be a better person

youll have to stop him from getting into trouble btw

like the time he almost shanked charlos

and you always makes sure he doesn’t get lost :)

may or may not come of with nick names for you depending on what you look like/do a lot

like with sanji and ero cook

but they’re less insulting

if your a more excitable person he won’t mind same with being a chill person

hes indifferent about a lot of things

hes chill with 90% personalities and 100% of looks

the 10% of personality he doesn’t like is sanji’s

apologies to sanji kinnies :)

you and zoro kinda always end up going wherever the other goes

like y’all are always together but like not on purpose

it’s cute to robin and nami

zoro would open up to you about his past a good amount of months into the relationship

but it won’t be at random

itll probably happen after you open up to him about yours

then he starts thinkin

’should i tell him?’

he decides he’ll take the opportunity when it comes to him

it was a much needed conversation that let him get a lot off his chest

especially about kuina

he never directly told anyone about who she was

he always just says i promised someone

or his childhood friend

but he never went into depth

which is just even more confirmation that he really loves and trusts you

communication with him is actually pretty good

some topics might get skimped though

if he does something you don’t like subconsciously

dont hesitate to come to him about it

it won’t offend him

he’s a tough cookie anyways he’ll be alright

plus he’s all about betterment

so he’s open to criticism as longs as your being genuine and not sarcastic

he’s also most likely to take it if it’s from you

yall trust each other with y’all lives 100% on another note

if you wanna go on dates?

ya mean drinking contests?

nahh jk

but it won’t be anything sappy because he refuses to take any advice from love cook

just chillin somewhere peaceful on an island

hopefully you have navigation skills or at least not his sense of direction so y’all don’t get lost 😭

don’t let him lead btw

he’ll try to and insist he knows where he’s going

no he dont

stop him

you have to be stern or he’s going his way

hes kinda stubborn

you love that part of him too tho

💖

i’m proud with the way these came out!

i hope any guy that reads this enjoys because there is 100% a lack of male content- so here you are! :)

[adozowa]

" DON'T BE SO SULKY. "

- one piece x gn reader.

NSFW at sanji and kidd

(Mild swearing.)

-plot: ya give em silent treatment after an argument.

-luffy, zoro, sanji, Kidd, mihawk, buggy, crocodile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED OUT THERE! " he yelled.

"IF I DIDIN'T COME TO STOP YOU LAST MINUTE, THE WHOLE BLOCK WOULD BE DESTROYED!"

(Your argument in a nutshell.)

LUFFY

-You stormed into your quarters, frustrated from your boyfriend's arrogance and ignorance.

-meanwhile luffy still thinks you're in the wrong, Nami meanwhile gives him a hard hit to the head as she explains how dumb he was and how she's on your side.

-A few hours go by, and you're still locked in your quarters, not your shared quarters, but yours.

-Luffy started to experience some guilt so he goes to look for you, and when he opens the door to your shared room, he finds you NOT there.. Like why aren't you in his shared bed with you??

-He barges the door open and enters your past room. He finds you there just reading one of Robins books in bed, she apparently handed you a book while you were upset.

-he tried giving you some affection so he you forgive him. But when he tried to jump in your arms, he was met with the mattress in his face instead.

"Y/- mff!. " *his calling to your name, suddenly muffled as he faceplants into the bed. *

"..." *you moved out the way swiftly, ignoring his presence. *

"Ydmsh/nsnhs? " *he called out your name, coming unclear as his face was still buried in the bed.*

*he expects an answer... Nothing.*

*he lifts his face up looking at you, while you were still reading the book like your beautiful husband boyfriend wasn't there. *

-he stared at you for a minute, his face slowly went from a pout to a full on frown. Why are you ignoring him, you were in the wrong!

-he couldn't take your ignoring and started crying like a child until you forgave him, you did and he straight up buried his face into your chest.

ZORO

Why the hell does he look so FREAKY in this. ^

-The argument happened as soon as you stepped on deck, you stormed off and into the crowd nest.

-nami again scolds the shit out of zoro and he ignores the woman's claims, causing sanji to fight with him.. Again.

-It goes on for only 5 minutes, he's craving your attention.

-you were sat in the crows nest playing with some of those stress toys usopp gave you once, it helped you out a lot and was pretty fun to tinker with.

-zoro bursts in the crows nest all of the sudden and now he's crouching in front of you eye level..

-you ignore his bitchass(/forcing him to apologize knowing dman well he doesn't know how to express shit)

"..." * He stared at your eyes that were looking straight at the trinket, simply ignoring his presence.*

"......." * you ignore him... *

*Meanwhile he's pointing rapidly at his cheek, signaling for you to kiss him cause he misses your touch.

* he knows damn well what you want from him but he doesn't wanna say it... But can't bear it any longer *

" FUCK, fine I'm sorry. "

-you pepper him with kisses after that, it was worth it to him.

SANJI

-He's already regretting, blaming himself rolling on the floor

- regrets life choices

-that gets ANOTHER hit form nami, srsly live laugh love nami.

-your not even 1 meter away from him and he's already at your knees begging for forgiveness, but you ignore him.

-he's giving you LOTS of desserts even if you don't eat them, kicks luffy into oblivion if he eats one.

-he already admits he was wrong like, 1000 times. But you need more convincing than that.

-and he proves it to you alright.

"H-holy f-uck-king shit s-sanji! "

*you moan from pleasure, music to his ears. *

*he lifts his face from between your legs to look at your pleasured face. *

"I'll prove it to you really well mi amore~... "

*he dives in aggresively wanting your taste as you moan louder each time he licks. *

(Meanwhile outside your room.)

"They must be having a real intense training session, sanji seems like he's winning!"

"He sure is luffy, he sure is.. "

Robin replies.

(position: on the bed, legs wide out. Sanji eating your asshole, sanji is an ass man.. ass... Ass... ASS💜)

KIDD

-you know DAMN well this hoe ain't apologizing, he wants YOU to admit your wrong.

-you guys go the WHOLE day ignoring each other, killer confronts Kidd to be a fucking man and apologize. (Kidd sulks. )

-grumbles so much trying to apologize it's so fucking confusing, you thing your brain had an aneurysm trying to decipher his words... Get Nico Robin in here because I think he speaking in poneglyph like wtf?? 😟

-SIGHS>grabs you>over the shoulder>bedroom>hard to breathe cuddle sesh>probably intense make out sesh>probably a "small" fuck sesh>the crew crying internally cause you guys are so loud>the Victoria is probably shaking rn>someone save your asshole.

"Eustass I don't know what the fuck your sayi-UAGH!"

*kidd picks you up and puts ya over his shoulder, he then makes his way over to your the shared quarters *

"Dumbass makin me do this shgrhrgrprb.. *inaudible grumbling*

*plops you into the bed, bone crushes you into the most suffocating hug ever.*

*intense make out sesh, and then... The 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 begins*

"AH- G-hHOD FUCK EUSTASS~!! "

*oh god save your bed cause it's creaking so much*

"h-heeh... Like being humiliated right here when the whole crew can hear your- ngh~ cries?"

*meanwhile*

"..." -the whole crew in silence..

.....

"I so fucking regret making him apologize. "

Ran out of pic space for the dividers... Sorry :/ (I need the gif space)

MIHAWK

Whats lookin good cookin ;)

[marimology]

One piece men catching you walking around in their boxers

Law, sanji, bartolomeo

warnings : a little nsfw on sanji’s part, GN! reader , can be read as either afab or amab

note : I’m back with a quick drabble….uni has truly been kicking my ass

Law

- was wondering what happened to his limited edition spiderman undies

- your cooked, corazover even

- His boxers would smell like flowers and it wouldn’t bother him until he realizes “wait I don’t use a flower scent”

- At first he thought it was penguin and sachi playing a harmless prank and shoved it off

- But he was doing work at his desk like making sure his nakamas records were up to date with current health, but then you came in in nothing but a baggy shirt and boxers that he just KNEW wasn’t yours

- “Y/n-ya lift your shirt up”

- “Nah I don’t feel like it”

- “ROO-“

- “fine fine ,better?” you said with a fake pout lifting it up to reveal the missing boxers.

SANJI

- this fucking pervert

- you want those specific boxers ? You can have them he’ll just walk bare ass until the next island it’s fine

- You just wore them because you couldn’t find yours? Well now he isn’t going to wash them because they smell like you or he will but he’ll just spray your signature smell on them

- maybe he’ll let you wear them again but there will be cum stains on it

- Gets hard almost immediately and almost fucked you while you were in them , but the others were nearby and he has decorum he isn’t like zoro

- “y/n are those my boxers”

- “Do you want them ? I can give them back”

- “NO MY SWEET KEEP THEM♡♡”

Bartolomeo

- feels a sense of pride

- Like “hehe yes my partner is wearing my boxers”

- Is very smug possessive it , to the point where if you wear them you can’t wear anything over them

- Are you ashamed of his elmo boxers or something??

- no bitch if you are going to wear his shit wear it with PRIDE

- That’s to say that he owns a pair of boxers anyways

- When you wear them be prepared for him to not listen to a single word you say because he’s distracted

- one of his crewmates was with him as you walked by and noticed he was looking and went “Bart what color shirt are they wearing”

Bartolomeo : “ain’t nobody looking at that shit”

- who’s to say he even owns boxers let’s be fr

[deathc-re]

he loves fucking you and watching his cum dribble out of your hole but more than that, he loved fucking you standing while you're bent over. because then, he can cum in you and pull your panties back up to cover your hole. having you pout at the uncomfortable feeling of him pooling in your panties and leaking down you leg.

and, of course, watching your little waddle to the bathroom. face still hot from sex and legs slightly trembling

simon, toji, soap, suguru, zoro, kidd, fat gum, dr stein, & bokuto

[fanaticsnail]

Discipline: Koby

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 2,200+

Themes: Koby x amab!reader, Captain Koby, caught masturbating, edging, dominant Koby, feelings, Elegia mentioned (One Piece: RED), kisses.

Notes: Welcome to another day, another celebration of one fic per day for 30 days, leading to my 30th birthday. I love this pink-haired Marine.

After the events that occurred in the dream-like communal coma caused by the songstress, Uta, Captain Koby has never looked the same to you. The way he was able to control and maintain communication between the marines and the pirates to combat tot musica was seamless. Balancing each obtuse and obscure personality with the ease only he could, you were in shock and awe of him. 

The only issue was now, having seen a hint of that passion, you desperately desired to be on the receiving end of his correction and dictation. 

In solitude, you often found your hand crawling beneath your pants and fisting your cock while picturing the way he would touch you. You imagined him bringing you close to that precipice, only to withhold off your orgasm as a disciplinary practice. Just that thought alone, no matter how many times you would pull away to halt your eruption, would have your cock twitch and immediately cum untouched. 

Orgasm ruined, and a shameful wave of post-climax clarity, you knew you should not be objectifying your captain like this. This is how it would end every time you thought of him: wank, edge, cum, regret. You hated yourself for doing it, but that part of you that longed for him spurred you on to keep doing it. 

Even now, here you sat: uniform pants around your ankles, cock wrung by your fingers and thumb, eyes clenched tightly shut while your imagination ran away with you. You had thought to indulge a little and add some lube to your palm and other hand, working at your puckered entrance while picturing your pink-haired captain disciplining you. 

Pumping your shaft and squeezing your tip, you bucked up into your hand while picturing the actions invoked by his hands. Small orders of: “slow down,” or “speed up,” or just a simple low purr of your name, had pearls of precum already leaking from your tip. 

With his name on your lips, you huffed and panted while chasing that high you knew would always come. Just on the edge of that feeling, you felt your hand move just as you pictured his hand pumping you firmly. 

His voice calling your name within your mind's eye felt so real, you felt he was tangibly in the room with you. You felt the breath on your skin, tasted the salt spraying from his sea-worn pink hair, smelt his cologne so close to your body, and heard the slam of your barracks door-.

“-Officer, what are you doing?” 

Your eyes snapped open, his voice sounding far too real for your liking to keep up your motions. Immediately turning your head, you located the man you were only just fantasizing about standing at the foot of your bed. 

Koby’s eyes did not know where to fall. Starting at your pants hung at your ankles, to meet your eyes briefly before darting down to your hands: one wrapped around your cock, and the other disappearing a finger inside your tight rear hole. 

“C-Captain Koby, sir-!” you immediately withdrew your hands from yourself, your cock bobbing shamefully as his eyes continued to consume you. “Forgive me, sir-! I didn't realize anyone was still at the base! I-I thought you all ventured inland for the local festival-!”

“-Answer me, officer,” Captain Koby smiled down at you, his expression friendly and understanding, with a hidden complexity plastered on his lips, “What are you doing?” 

“S-Sir, please-,” you began, halting only by your commanding superior speaking over you. 

“Were you touching yourself, marine?” 

He took a step towards the bed, watching as your cock bobbed and ass clenched as he examined you. His expression darkened, a knowing smile blooming on his lips as he looked down on you. Unable to coax your answer out of you by means of his expression alone, he paired it with two words to follow: “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” you admit, lips parting and bobbing your head. Koby’s smile halted by his lips pursing down at the center. 

“Did I hear you call my name?” he asked, drawing his fingers down against the frame of your mattress and caressing it with his index finger. All you felt yourself do was stare blankly at him while shuddering a soft nod. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, officer.”

“Yes, sir,” you managed to stutter past your lips at his direct order. You attempted to scream internally at your cock, pleading with it to not bob at every soft order given by your superior officer. Unfortunately, the communication link between your mind and your cock seemed to no longer have a firm connection: your cock twitching each time Koby opened his lips and spoke with you. 

Koby smiled down at you, sitting beside you on the bed and hovering his hand over your cock. 

“Seems like you’re enjoying my orders. May I?” He gestured to your cock, prompting you to squeak out a soft, ‘yes, sir’ in response. He gently circled your cock and rolled your velvety skin in his hand. Peering down at you through the corner in his eyes, he asked you softly, “Do you feel like you need some discipline, officer?” 

“Yes, sir,” fled your lips embarrassingly fast, your whole body reacting by the motions of his hands and the tone of his voice. Small dew-drops of precum beaded at your slit, prompting Koby to draw his hand up and toy with it. Collecting your need on his thumb, he chuckled down at you while holding you hostage to your desires. 

“I didn’t know you felt for me this way, officer,” he smiled at you, rolling your pri-release in his fingertips before returning his attention to your cock. “What brought on the need to be ordered around and touched by me?” 

“Elegia, sir.” Breath quivering with every touch, you felt the need pool in your belly and entire shaft throbbing in time with his motions against your will. You were close, and you felt it in every soft piston of your cock in his hands. 

“Ah, Elegia,” he repeated back at you, halting his touch, “I can feel how close you are, officer. Don’t cum.” 

You whimpered as he halted his touch, drawing up your hands and pawing at your open jacket in a bid to ground yourself. Nails digging crescent shapes into your torso, you bit your lip and closed your eyes shut. 

“Eyes open.” 

Immediately, your cock dribbled a sticky string of cum over his thumb. You were so close to your edge, that you could release if he blew on it. 

“What happened in Elegia, officer?” Koby prompted you, causing you to whimper out and bite your lip while meeting his eyes with your own. His eyes held nothing but kindness while he gently began stroking your cock once more. 

“I-I-I-, Captain I can’t. I’m gonna cum-!” you warned him, prompting him to halt his motions and hold the base of your shaft. Your blood swelled in your tip, glossy and shiny as he held you in stasis and begging for your bliss. 

“What happened in Elegia?” Koby used your name, halting this little power play between you while his smile wavered. Lips parting, he leaned down towards you, continuing to hold your cock and waiting for your answer to follow his question.

“You did, sir,” you confess. Your eyes never left his, feeling your abdomen coil and balls slink up into your stomach. “You were strong, sir. Even the devil child Nico Robin asked for your calculative skills to be used in combat. The Charlottes adhered to your orders, and I-...”

“I had never seen you get that aggressive, sir,” you admit, voice choking in your throat as you admit the praise that seeped into your mind. “So in control and dominant. I-I-I-...” 

“You what, officer?”

Koby began pumping your shaft, picking up his motions as he leaned down towards you. Just before his lips collided with your own, he uttered softly in a breath only heard by your ears.

“And you liked that enough to touch yourself?” 

“Yes-!” you choked out your whisper, eyes never leaving his face while he pumped your leaking and quivering cock. “Captain I-I-I need to kiss you. Please. Please, sir?”

Koby chuckled, his smile illuminating his cheeks once more with that boyish innocence while he ferociously fisted your cock with unwavering passion. Drawing his lips down barely to brush with your own, he pulled away his hand and cupped either side of your face. 

Capturing your lips beneath his, he demonstrated that heat and passion as his tongue and mouth collided with your own. Mouthing in drawn out, sultry motions, you couldn’t help but draw up your hands to hook over his shoulders. Your kiss was fire, burning and searing into your memory through each turn of his head and twitch of his tongue brushing with your own. 

“Cum for me?” he ordered into your mouth, teeth and lips pulling your skin while devouring you whole. 

Although it was aimed as a statement, Koby’s question caused you to buck up into the air and shoot spurts of your cum into the space between you. As his lips worshiped you with each sultry kiss, your cock shot ropes of viscous pearls into the air. 

Each morsel of your body clung onto Koby in a bid to hold him closer while you rode out your untouched high. Each spurt of your cock made for a change of direction of your lip collision as you pressed your desires for him into your kisses. Each kiss you presented to him was reciprocated with a need of his own, a beast lingering below the surface. 

Surfing through the waves of passion, you finally took a moment to catch your breath. Removing your lips from his, you slammed your head back onto the pillowcase and drank him in. A silent apology was found in your eyes, received only by an innocent and curious love pressed back into you. 

“I-...” he began, halting only to laugh at his admission before he spoke it, “...I haven’t felt in that much control since I claimed a life for myself as a marine.” 

Your eyes fell half-hooded as you caught your breath. Gazing up at him with only ever a worship and gratefulness within your eyes, you hoped he could feel your gratitude and love though every breath taken thereafter. He was everything to you, and you hoped your expression dictated that enough through your eyes.

“Captain-.” Your title of him halted by his voice decapitating your notion. 

“-Koby,” he spoke your name, gently pressing a kiss to your temple before slinking back up to gaze down at you. 

“Koby,” you parrotted in return to him, darting your eyes between his before triangulating down at his lips. Catching your gaze, he chuckled before pressing a kiss as sweet as you found him against your lips.

Despite being covered in your own cum, you had never felt so innocent in the gentle kiss he was pressing into you. The unspoken affection between you two was so thick and dense, you could bite into it and taste it as you were tasting his lips. 

Pulling away, he darted his eyes sheepishly between yours before shying away and fleeing them. Following his vision, you witnessed the stiff pole found in his pants. He was as affected by the display as you were, and your cock already began swelling at the thought alone. \

“Koby,” you asked with an uncertainty laden in your breath, “Did you want to…?” You couldn't bring yourself to finish that sentence, hoping he could use his intelligence to find meaning in your words. 

He hastily snapped his eyes back to yours and sought out further clarity. 

“Captain- Koby, I mean-!” you corrected yourself. Leaning up onto your elbows, you sought out his eyes with your own while your hand traveled onto his thigh. Checking in with him visually, he made no bid to tear his eyes from your own, prompting you to inch your hand closer to his erection. 

“My word and my body are both pledged to you, sir,” you admit, gently reaching for his belt buckle and flicking the metal barricade. “If you would like to use me-?”

“-I would never use you,” he growled, immediately thrusting you backwards with his hands on either shoulder. “I know what it’s like to have your will taken away from you by a superior,” he admitted, his hands unclenching from your shoulders and rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “If what you’re truly asking is: ‘let's use this time, free of the of the others, to explore and indulge in one another’s fantasies’...” he caged you beneath his arms, his glasses flopping unceremoniously onto the bridge of his nose before speaking once more.

“...The answer is ‘yes’.” 

Your lips met in a messy collision of desire. Both of you as needy and desperate as one another as you pawed off each other’s uniforms without breaking your passionate kisses. Although you were initially fixated on how easily he could dictate to you; as you felt him puncture deep against your prostate though needy thrusts, you had never felt so loved in each snap of his hips aligning with yours.

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[anystalker707]

Another night in the pantry

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

Requested by anon ["Can you please write sanji x male top reader and sanji is jus a whimpering mess wit overstimulation and a humiliation/degradation kink 😂😂☝🏽☝🏽..."]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji’s uneven breathing resonated through the cramped room, muffled by the items lined up along the shelves on the wooden walls and the sound of the gentle waves outside. The strip of moonlight that slipped through the small circular window lit up the room just enough without attracting the attention of whoever darted around in the middle of the night, and whoever was in the crow’s nest this time was too far to notice anything happening there.

The pantry quietly witnessed another encounter between you, in which Sanji once again lay back against the wooden boxes while you stood between his spread legs with your lips attached to his neck. Sanji’s shoes and tie were already discarded somewhere else, some buttons of his shirt open to make way for your lips.

A particularly loud whimper came from Sanji, resembling a muffled moan, as his back arched off the surface. He breathed through his mouth a couple of times, hands tightening around your shirt as he groaned in frustration, pulling you closer with both his arms and legs wrapping around you. His erection ground more against yours through the layers of clothes, but the motion dragged slowly this time.

“Please, my love, please,” he breathed against your neck with a soft cry, dampening your skin more than the sweat already had. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, my life, please, I need you,” he babbled in a whiny tone as he gasped for air, with a long moan as he arched his back again.

“Damn,” you whispered as you stood up properly and took your shirt off, much to Sanji’s pleasure as he eyed you hungrily. Your cock strained against your pants too painfully already, so maybe it was time to finally give in to Sanji’s pleas, and he seemed to catch on to your intentions, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he observed you with his breath caught in his throat and propped up on his elbows.

Sanji’s eyes followed your hands as they undid each button of his blue shirt, then did the same with his pants. He gasped in anticipation, but the soft sound was replaced by an embarrassed groan when you pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard and damp cock. It made you raise your eyebrows, biting your lip.

“Damn, look at the mess you made…” Your finger trailed up his cock, gathering a little of the sticky cum on it, before you stuck your finger into your mouth to lick it clean; he whimpered more at something as simple as it. “Still cumming inside your pants? How old are you, Sanji? Damn it…”

That was a hot sight, honestly, making your cock throb in its confines once again. Sanji had cummed earlier when you started dry-humping him, since he’d already been hard for a while before he finally started begging as you told him to, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. His cock twitched under your gaze as he chanted more pleas under his breath.

“Really can’t contain yourself, right?” You muttered, finishing taking Sanji’s pants and underwear all the way down so that you could spread his legs properly—given his flexibility, it was an easy job. “What made you so horny today? Been daydreaming in the kitchen instead of doing your damn job? Are you even good for anything at all?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment while running your thumb along the underside of his cock, pressing your knuckle to the hot skin.

Sanji let out a shaky breath at the same time his thighs quivered, threatening to close around your hand, but they stopped by your sides. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my love,” he whined, pressing his eyes shut and letting himself rest on his back again, throwing his arms above himself.

“What if I left you here and gave up on touching you, hm?” You questioned just to hear that answer once more, running your hand up and down his stomach, feeling the skin move under your palm with each breath.

With a small groan escaping his lips, his eyebrows twitched a little, furrowing more. “...Whatever you want, my love.”

“You’re so pathetic, Sanji,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “You should be ashamed of being like this. So stupid.” Your hand held his face this time, squishing his cheeks together to make him look at you, and he didn’t even need to be told anything, cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I’d be ashamed if I were you. Are you ashamed, Sanji? Can’t even stand up for yourself.”

Sanji’s face burned vividly, and he was thankful you couldn’t see his red face in the darkness, or else it’d be another reason for you to tease him… Or maybe it was unfortunate. Your cruel words managed to always send hot waves of arousal down his spine and make his cock twitch, as much as he tried to pretend not to like it. He finally nodded in agreement with your words, feeling shame and arousal burn inside him simultaneously.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against his lips, pecking them briefly. “I love you anyway.”

A hopeless sound came from Sanji as he let his head slowly fall back once you let go of it, his heart fluttering at the same time his cock twitched, and he waited for more from you. Just his hand or dry-humping wasn’t enough for him—he needed you to touch and use him until you were satisfied, no matter how sensitive his cock already felt.

There was lube hidden behind the boxes because of the frequent encounters, and you made a mental note of getting a new one when noticing the remaining liquid only reached under a fourth of the bottle, but it was still enough to cover your cock in a decent amount of it and pour some over Sanji’s awaiting hole. Just the feeling of the cold lube against his skin was enough to snatch another whimper from Sanji.

“You’re like a pretty toy, Sanji,” you said as your thumb pressed to his hole, flat, without enough pressure to actually push in, though it was already enough for his thighs to quiver a little. “Here to be used whenever I need to get off, right? Though you’re quite needy sometimes…” You raised your eyebrows lightly, pushing your index finger into Sanji instead. He gasped, walls tightening around your finger while all you did was spread the lube around instead of fingering him as he wished. “Were you made to be fucked by me, baby? Because it sure does feel like it, sometimes.”

Playfulness laced both your voice and actions, with that touch of malice that made Sanji’s head spin. He groaned, chest rising and falling as he panted, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin; a perfect mess that you’d made yourself. Your eyes lingered on the marks over his neck and chest while pride swelled in you, making you smile a little before finally pressing the tip of your cock to his hole.

Sanji gasped, squirming at the littlest touch, but he quickly stayed still before you could say anything, obediently. He gasped at the intrusion, at the same time the pleased sounds also escaped from your lips with how his walls clenched and accommodated around your cock.

“Tight,” you breathed, observing Sanji whimper and arch his back, pressing his eyes shut as his hands closed around nothing. It made you wonder what made him want you so badly, a worry that was quickly pushed to the back of your mind and overtaken by the need to fuck him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you started moving. The first thrusts were tentative and messy, with pauses between them so that you could process the waves of pleasure that Sanji’s ass sent running down your spine. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cum fast, so you took a deep breath before finally being able to settle down for a steady rhythm. “Good,” you breathed.

You wrapped Sanji’s leg around your waist by bringing it up with a hand under his thigh, finding a new angle that made him go all tight around your cock as his thighs quivered more. His hands found the edges of the wooden boxes and clung to them, finally finding something to ground him through the intense pleasure.

“Ahh, my love, I can’t—” Sanji cried out softly, unable to hold himself back before he was cumming again, making you raise your eyebrows and observe it in surprise while the hot and sticky cum spilled all over his torso while your cock still pounded into him. A sound that reminded you of a sob escaped Sanji’s lips, but you kept going when nothing that resembled the safe word escaped his lips. “Please,” he breathed as his eyes opened briefly, with pretty blue orbs staring at you with a need that still lingered.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you made the thrusts more intense, making Sanji’s body gently rock every time your hips met the back of his thighs. He arched his back as strings of whines dripped from his lips, mixed with something that sounded like your name, if you paid attention enough.

“Again, Sanji? You’re so fucking greedy today,” he groaned, clicking your tongue as you ran your free hand up and down his side, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Mmm, good thing I am here for you, right? Or else what? I bet you’d go back to fucking your hand all day long while thinking about some girl who probably thinks you’re gross.”

Something like a cry mixed with a moan came from Sanji, and as much as he could attempt to deny anything, the way his ass clenched around your cock proved how much he loved your cruelty. He pressed a hand over his mouth as your thrusts got more powerful, trying to muffle the high-pitched cries that escaped his throat, but you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Let them hear you,” you said with a grin, “let your dear Nami-swan know you like it up the ass so much. What will she think of you, hm?” Of course, no one would listen unless someone was darting around late at night—which was highly improbable—, but it was nice torturing him like that, even more so when it made his back arch so deliciously. “Fuck, hot,” you whispered, speeding up your thrusts.

A few tears escaped Sanji’s eyes, but you judged it was from the overstimulation as well, from keeping going through all those orgasms. Either way, he kept going strongly, cock still hard, flushed, and swollen as it twitched and leaked pre-cum whenever your cock hit deep inside him. The leftover cum made his tip glisten, and you bit your lip with a groan. The tone of Sanji’s flushed cock almost matched the way his nipples were bright red from the abuse, and the hickeys on his skin.

“I’m going to cum, Sanji, baby,” you breathed, “and I want you to cum with me.”

“Yes, mon amour, please,” Sanji said between moans, arching his back more, but nothing compared to the way he squirmed when your hand wrapped around his already sensitive cock and started stroking it. You could only imagine how the overstimulation affected Sanji, snatching louder and whinier sounds from his lips as more tears trailed down his face, while his ass clenched around your cock more, milking it.

“Mmm, I’m— Nngh, b—” Sanji could barely form anything coherent, and seeing him like that made your cock twitch more inside him, the arousal rising in your lower stomach. His eyebrows furrowed under the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, and he couldn’t even stop pressing his eyes shut.

Finally, a louder and longer moan escaped Sanji’s lips before he was cumming once again—the cum was now clear as it added up to the other load that already covered his torso, and Sanji’s thighs trembled. Seeing that was enough to make your balls tighten, and you were cumming as well, gasping as you came inside Sanji, continuing thrusting to make sure your cum was deep inside him and that you were well satisfied.

Sanji still whimpered after he came down from his high; his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he didn’t ask for more this time.

“Fuck,” you whispered, stepping back to tuck your cock back into your pants before giving proper attention to Sanji. You sighed, sitting up on the box so that you could reach him, cupping his face and peppering it with kisses. “Poor thing,” you whispered, wiping the tears away from his face. “Are you good now?”

Sanji nodded faintly, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you, still struggling to catch his breath, sniffling occasionally.

“Good boy,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can get some cuddles.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[kaisworlds]

hey don’t know if you still take requests or not but if so can i request a ftm zoro x male reader

scenario: everyone is still at water 7 after saving robin(when zoro becomes “big brother”) and zoro and reader are doing chores and the reader thinks zoro would be a good parent/male-mom and after there done the reader cooks for him since sanji is still out and things get heated and ends up in smut

kinks: choking, spanking(in backshots) feminization, and breeding

p.s you can take your time i’m in no rush and i understand if you don’t wanna do it

-🦉anon

w 🦉anon idea

i've staring at this since i got it bro and my mind has been blank help plus excuse if some details are fucked i havent watched that arc in a hot minute btw ooc zoro maybe

im so sorry aabt the fact it came out this late owl pookie

cw: sub bottom ftm character x top dom male reader, feminization, spanking, choking

it all started when zoro somehow got roped into baby sitting 3 babies and you bumped into him as he was trying to hide from sanji

after a day of hard work finally putting the kids to bed walking back to the ship you look at the sky before speaking "you know you'd make a good parent zoro..." his brain shuts down stammering out a quiet thank you mind immediately going towards how you would treat him if he was the parent to your kids, would you let him go work or would you tell him to stay home to take care of the baby, how would you act with the kids would you feed them or would you help him feed them, your hands slowly traveling to his front cupping his chest, thumb rolling over his nipple as he leans his back against your chest as you slowly squeeze watching the milk trickle down into the cup you were holding, or would you turn him over and suck on his aching nipp-

walking around admiring the clean water floating between the buildings snapping back into reality once you see a tan guy hiding against the wall with familiar green hair "zoro..." eyes trailing down his body to the tight yellow crop top wrapped around his chest finally noticing the babies in a blanket tied to his front "who....who's children are those?" zoro's face flashed as he panicked a bit in his mind not wanting anyone to see him in this outfit especially his crush "hey you cant say anything about this too shitty brows okay" silently agreeing you decide to help him, cooing the babies as they wake up crying slightly crouched over to get onto eye level with them (indirectly staring at his chest). zoro blushed looking away eyes widening as he makes eye contact with robin in the distance watching her snicker as she walks away before he can explain.

"zoro are you okay? you've been really quiet" your voice snapping him out of his day dream as he nods walking a bit faster finally reaching the ship immediately going to his room shutting the door.

after a work out session zoro peeks into the kitchen watching as you cut up vegetables adding it into the stew you're brewing, without looking up you speak "you want some?" flustered that you caught him staring "y-yeah.....shitty cook not back yet or something?" he silently cursed him self for stuttering "mhmm no ones here yet...just us" still not looking at him you grab bowls dishing him some food before setting it on the table sitting down across from him while he eats "this is good..." "thank you"

with each sentence more and more embarrassment sunk into him he didnt even notice how you had stood up and sat next to him in the middle of your speech, head snapping towards you as you run your hand through his hair "not that i mind when youre so pretty..."

the silence consumes the room as he just feels your stare on his face while he refuses to meet your gaze. you dont speak until he finished his food "do you think im stupid?" his eyes widen, did he do something to offend you? he quickly answers shaking his head no. "well you must be stupid then if you really think i wouldnt notice" having a good feeling of what you were talking about but he decides to stick to his story "notice what..." smirking you lean forward arms resting on the table "i noticed a lot actually.... like how you practically turn into a fucking school girl with a crush on a teacher whenever we're alone, or how earlier today whenever i was with the kids i saw how you'd look at me, eyes all dazed, or how when i commented on how you'd be a great parent your entire body flushed, you walked in silence with me for almost 30 minutes, face getting redder with each passing minute, i could see you rubbing your thighs together when we stopped to pick up ingredients, and if that wasnt enough, the way you ran to your room as soon as you stepped foot in here."

his back arches up off the bed his nipples hardening under the white tank top eyes clenched tightly as his moans come out rough with a dazed look in his face.

zoro lets out an almost unnoticeable whine leaning into your touch "please..." tugging softly making his head tilt back "please what?" he huffs realizing you're gonna make him say it he takes things into his own hands, cupping your face pulling you into a kiss, grunting as you tighten the grip on his hair pulling him a few centimeters back, lips hovering over his "didnt know you were so desperate princess" zoro grumbles under his breath " 's cause youre teasing me too much just kiss me dumbass" you lean toward him, smiling against his lips, hand gripping his thigh the other holding his cheek "wanna go to my room?" he immediately nods standing up scrambling to the room as you follow him, he rests on the edge on the bed looking up at you, his eyes practically have hearts in them as he runs his hands up your shirt pushing it higher so he can lay soft kisses along the hair trail leading down. you unbuckle your belt tossing it to the side stepping out of your pants watching as he does the same, leaning down you kiss him pushing him back onto the bed, taking note of how his legs wrap around you tighter as your hand ghosts his neck, slightly choking him to see what he does he murmurs out a soft "harder" as he tries to rut his covered cunt up into your hardening dick, the friction of your boxers rubbing aginst his clit makes him let out soft grunts, silently obliging to his wishes you tightly wrap your hand around his neck watching for discomfort before grinding down into him

sliding your hand down his underwear,the back of your hand touching the wet spot against the fabric "jesus i barely did anything and youre already looking like this" smirking at him as the irritated look on his face grows, it went as soon as it came though once he felt the pad of your thumb pressing against his clit slowly rubbing circles as you push your middle finger into him

he stops you gripping your hand trying to speak through the lack of oxygen "al-ready...just put i-t in"

a smirk washes over your face before flipping him onto his stomach pulling his ass up and slowly pushing your self in eyes widening as he slams his hips back into you a moan slipping through his lips before a small yelp as he feels the smack against his ass "did i say you can move huh?" he turns back to look at you, slowly shaking his head trying to apologize before he feels you pull out all the way just to slam back in, the force making him hunch over head pressing deep into the pillows biting his lip when he feels your hand roughly grip his hair pulling him back so your chest is flush with his back, his hand resting on his lower stomach where he feels your dick making space for itself inside of him.

"you wanna be my housewife hmm zoro? wanna carry my fucking kids for me fuck you'll make a great fucking mother" tears start brimming at his eyes when he feels your hand leaning forward to rub his clit, your movements hault making him almost sob asking why "you didn't answer my question zoro..." punctuating your sentence with a thrust, tears finally streaming down his face as he grabs your forearm nodding "please god yes i-i'll be your fu-ucking house wife if you just move"

smiling you grant his wish restarting your brutal pace praising him watching as his body flops forward, he rests on his forearms as his thighs shake almost no sound coming from him as he bites into the sheets "i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make before i fill you up" he immediately spits out the blanket loud sobs coming from him "c-close so- clo-se" you feel his walls clamping down on you trying to milk you as you keep thrusting into him, he starts wailing, overstimulation making his drunk on your cock.

"so fucking good for me zoro im- fuck im close okay?" zoro nods tiredly "in-inside please..." he murmurs out before he feels your warm cum filling him up listening to your grunts and savoring the last few pumps before he feels you pull out slowly and lay next to him as he rolls onto his stomach carefully "pillow..." he says quietly " excuse me?" you say raising your eyebrow at him "i want to...keep it inside....give the pillow" slowly nodding you hand him the pillow watching as he pushes the pillow under his lower back

just as a happy comfortable silence consumes room zoro hears your voice

"your know i didnt take you for someone with a breeding kink..." "shut up." "but-" "shhhh." "zoro i-" "dont bring it up unless youre gonna do it again." "who said i wouldnt

[eustasscapitankid]

Eustass Kid x Reader | GN! Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Body Worship" Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Tags: Soft Kid, Blood, Scars Summary: After the battle is over, you share an intimate moment with your lover as you tend to his wounds. Word Count: 479

Light peaks through worn curtains, casting the dim bathroom in an orange glow. Steam fills the air, colored by the warm light it dances up from the tub. White porcelain, smeared with blood. The silence is heavy, overshadowed only by the steady whooshing of water filling the bath. Stooping to test it’s temperature; satisfied, you gather some in a large bowl, placing it on the floor beside him.

Offering silent reassurance your hand cups his cheek, placing on it a soft kiss before returning to your ritual. A cloth dipped in warm water to wash away excess blood. Your fingers brush against his skin as you work, staining them red. There was once a time when these hands would tremble as you wiped away what evidence you could of your battle. Watching his calloused hands do the same, you had learned to steel yourself, for you knew it painful to see. Now, they remained steady as you washed away the sins of battle from his bruised body. The clear water in the bowl now a searing red.

“Come,” you coaxed softly, rising to turn the silver handle and stop the water. Silence now hung in the air, heavier than the hot mist settling around you. He stood, stepping a foot into the tub, sinking his towering frame into the scalding water. A stool positioned at the end of the bath gave you perfect clearance to move to his hair. The wet maroon strands pooled around his face as you rinsed. Soap foamed into pink bubbles, working gently to massage his scalp. Leaning into your touch, his eyes close as if—for a moment—to block out the rest of the world. As you rinse his hair again, it reveals a lighter shade of red.

Heavy lidded eyes opened to watch you reverently. Discarding your clothes to the floor, a large hand outstretched to you—which you accepted, letting him help you into the tub. Gently settling into his lap, the warm water soothing your weary heart. He stared into you, his gaze a mixture of gratitude and guilt, softening under your touch. Fingers tracing his scars. Gliding over his face and down his neck, trailing down his chest, his stomach. Moving to his arm, before kissing his other shoulder.

“Why are you so good to me?” he murmured, a hint of vulnerability tearing through his voice.

“Because,” you replied softly, mimicking his tone, “you’re worth it.” You spoke without missing a beat, your hands snaking around his neck pulling yourself against his chest, water softly rippling with the movement.

Silence between each other promised everything that words could not express. Eye contact that could pierce the strongest metal, felt soft against your face as you gaze up at him from your muscled pillow.

A moment of softness amidst a world filled with cruelty, two souls promising each other sanctuary.

[luffyvace]

Perona x male reader

This might be more accurate to pre time skip perona bc I’m watching impel down arc, hope you all don’t mind 💗

I just really like her and wanted to write for her since she’s underrated <3 (plus from the poll)

Idk how you and perona met or when but y’all together soo !! 🤷‍♀️

if your dumb/dense- (lol) like zoro or luffy she’s gonna go insane

she loves you..! but your just…..a bit slow..

no matter how through her instructions are you always somehow end up doing the opposite

she has to do a lot of things herself which triggers her because she considers herself a princess

she gets mad at you, but not mad like how should would to bearsy, more so a ‘you can’t do anything with out me 🤦‍♀️‘ typa mad

in fact she usually ends up helping YOU out

”I’m only doing this because I love you, you know??”

she says that while pouting all the time

but if you return the favor by helping her carry something heavy, giving her a kiss on the cheek, or just sincerely thanking her?

shes a blushing mess in denial 💝

if your smart !!

She finally has someone that gets her and is on her side!!

she makes you spend lots of time with her

picking out what outfit she should wear

watching the sunset

she does all sorts of romantic stuff with you <3

(zoro gets lost and crashes your dates 🙂)

if your on the slow side you, zoro and mihawk drive perona up a wall fr

shes the only female and her boyfriend isn’t even on her side?!🧍‍♀️

I mean you are, but it’s just not the same if you don’t get her

and if your intelligent you help her keep zoro under raps

and she makes you help defend her in arguments

LOL

perona likes to pick your outfits

dw she has a great taste in fashion, she’s very stylish

she puts you in black and your favorite color

so that you two are kinda matching

ngl she’s pretty sentimental

one moment she loves the crap out of you and the next she’s attacking you with hollows

ok I know that seems more moody or bipolar or smth but it’s just because she’s sensitive!

it’s more so that what you say affects her deeply because she loves you

so if you choose the wrong dress and you say it’s cuter than the one she was hoping you’d choose, she’s gonna think you think she’s ugly

(don’t ask me how that translates she’s overthinking it)

Your less prone to this if your average smarts or above

but again if your on the slow side, your love is gonna seem like push and pull

She makes you help her with everything, whatever she needs

and she’s kinda clingy, she always has to have you around

at least in the same room, if your not she looks for you

its not because she’s insecure or anything she just likes being in your presence

If she wants to reorganize a room? She’s instructing you and your doing the actual work

she wants the dishes done? Why didn’t you wash them??

(you make a point that she’s the one who used a crap ton trying to cook and she ends up helping you)

she’s fair for the most part though she may be a bit bossy..

perona’s love languages are quality time and physical touch

(lol physical touch is irony but anyway)

yeah I’ve pretty much been mentioning quality time throughout this whole thing

she basically just loves to be around you, doing anything with you whatever!

she doesn’t like to be bored though so you guys are gonna have to figure out fun things to do

playing hide and seek is always fun with her!

she’s really good at it but sometimes you feel like her devil fruit is cheating 😒

you’ve found her a couple times though!

she was proud of you but also kinda upset at the same time 😂

If she hears you getting close to her hiding spot she immediately moves

So it’s very rare you do win

and as a seeker she uses her hollows (sometimes zoro too, he does it begrudgingly though) to find you

she also goes through walls so yeah that helps, when she hears you she can get to you faster

If your a straw hat Kuma mighta sent you there for stealth training 😂😂

I feel if your highly intelligent you could outsmart her though, especially if you learn her way of thinking

with physical affection perona loves to cuddle, hug and give cheek kisses

NOT around zoro and mihawk though

she gets so embarrassed about it

pda does not amuse her so don’t try it

she doesn’t really like using her hollows on you but she just might

she loves to show you off despite that!

oddly enough

she constantly brags about your feats and accomplishments

she may as well be more proud than you!

Even if you haven’t done much she still prasies you

The ghost princess absolutely cherishes you!

anyway yeah she gives you a forehead kiss before you go to sleep

and she expects one back!

but wait til right before she falls asleep!

it’s more romantic that way 😍

(yes she wants it that specific way or she’s going to be pouty with you the next day)

if you don’t do it right she will ignore you

But she gives in first bc 1) she loves you too much 2) she gets bored 3) she likes your attention

she also does this thing where she holds onto your arm and floats

She secretly wants you to kabedon her

shell never tell you that..

(look it up if you don’t know what it is :P)

She reminds you of a cat when cuddling

she practically curls up into a ball on your lap

she gives you cheek kisses whenever you do her a favor or if she’s just feeling particularly happy

(for more dense m/n that’ll be if you did something smart or didn’t tick her off on accident today)

perona will also simp if you have abs/muscles

will avoid you for a bit if you catch her though

I mean she can go through walls so if your changing and she’s comes in..

OF COURSE SHE DOESN’T STAY FOR THE FULL THING SHE’S NOT A PERVERT IT’S JUST-

even if you don’t mind she doesn’t want you to catch her admiring you

she spies on you working out still, since that’s less suspicious

if you don’t have abs that’s all right

she romanticizes you anyways so no matter what you look like or what you do she absolutely adores you!

Your love life with perona is never dull!

she genuinely loves you ♡

These were a really good length! 💪 I’m getting back in my groove! 😼

I was originally not gonna do these but I’m glad I did they didn’t take very long and were fun to write! :) hope you enjoyed lovelies 💖

[lockes-woods]

The Proposal

This was a request from a while ago that I've only been able to fully get around to now (Sorry about the wait).

Request: Dom nico robin x subby male reader please (although I'm only on water 7 atm) (Also maybe some jealousy?? I really liked it in the past fic you did)

Requested by: @l0stkokiri

WARNINGS: Forced Orgasms, Face Sitting, Hand Jobs, Oral (female receiving), Declarations of Love, Restraints, Sub Reader, Dom Robin, Jealousy to Smut to Fluff.

A/N: No joke this has been sitting in my WIPs for months. I was really anxious about writing an AMAB Reader because my reader inserts are almost all AFAB. I hope this is okay; I tried lol (Sorry again for the wait).

“Fuck,” you whined, falling back against the bed, cum splattered across your lower abdomen. You love sat at the foot of the bed in a chair facing you; gaze unwavering. You were beyond overstimulated. The hand of the arm she had sprouted next to your pelvis began to tease your cock’s head, willing your cock back to attention. Tears kissed at the corner of your eyes. While you both knew that you could easily get out of the hold her hands had on your wrist and ankles; you both also knew that you would never try. No matter the circumstances, you’d never risk hurting your love.

“Fuck, Mistress, ngh. Please. I’ll be a good boy.” You pleaded,

“Hmm,” She hummed unperturbed by your state, “Will you tell me what you were doing sneaking around that part of the Island?”

“Mhm,” you moaned, “I-I got lost,”

 “You, Nami’s right-hand man while planning our navigation, got lost?” Robin asked, looking down her nose at you.

“Yes?” you reply before grunting at the sensation of her disembodied hand beginning to once again stroke up and down your cock at a leisurely pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel weak.

“So, you just got lost and somehow ended up in this island’s red-light district?” She asked, quirking a brow, “And the two sex workers you were talking to were only for ‘directions?’”

“Y-YES,” you moaned, as Robin’s hand began to gain speed.

“If you got the directions needed, how did you end up at that seedy pawn shop?” She continued to question you.

“I was looking for something,” you groaned out, as she teased you by slowing her pace. Even without her suspicions, Robin relished the feeling of control she had over you while you were in this state.

“Oh? And am I supposed to believe that you were ‘searching’ for whatever item you desire when you went and disappeared at the last two islands we docked at?”

“Yes-s,” You answered, a groan interrupting the end of your response.

“So, you want me to believe that you haven’t been pursuing anyone outside relationships? Despite the fact that you’ve been keeping secrets and being more distant.” She asked for the countless time since you got back to your shared quarters.

“No, fuck, Mistress I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” You gasped out, your response never faltering.

“And what exactly was the item you were looking for?” She finally relented, humoring you. If it weren’t for the fear of losing her altogether, and the haze you were in from your umpteenth orgasm you would have tried to stay strong longer.

“Fuck,” you gasped, rounding the corner on your next orgasm, “It’s in my right pants pocket.”

She gave you a skeptical look before rising up to her full height and stalking over to your forgotten trousers. She made quick work of them pulling a small jewelry box out of your pocket before dropping your pants. She swiftly opened it. It was now her turn to gasp, she covered her mouth in shock, tears welling up in her eyes, before she glanced back up at you, tears now freely falling.

“Marry me?” you asked, with a lopsided grin. In an instant, the hands that had been restraining you to the bed for the better part of the last two hours disappeared as fast as they had come. Before you could process what was going on, Robin was on you, pulling to in for a desperate kiss. All you could do was whine desperately, as the idol you hoped to call your fiancé straddled your lower abdomen. Your now unobstructed hands found her hips as you rubbed soothing circles there while basking in the warmth that was your partner’s affection. When she pulled back, you were shrouded in darkness as her hair curtained around your face; the only light came from the radiance of her lovely blue eyes.

“So?” you asked breathlessly.

“Yes, Yes, Yes,” she replied, pecking your face with kisses. You could only laugh in response before she pulled you in for a loving kiss. As always you let her take the lead.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?” you panted after pulling away pushing yourself up on your elbows. Robin carefully dislodged the engagement band, leaving the paired wedding ring as well as your wedding band that came in the set. She slid on the gold band decorated with a jade center that was surrounded by smaller diamonds. Tears now freely fell from her eyes as she admired the ring adorning her left hand.

“It’s perfect,” she sighed contently, before pulling you in for another kiss. You groaned into the kiss as you felt her grind against your lower stomach as the skirt of her dress began to ride up. You could feel her soaked underwear slide needily up and down your lower stomach. A whimper escaped you as she slid further down your abdomen catching you cock between her lower lips. You whined at the stimulation causing her to pull back.

“Too much?” she asked, making no attempt to move.

“Yeah, fuck,” you shared a groan as her clit caught on the head of your dick.

“Sorry, love,” she moaned, quickly sliding forward once again and sitting on your lower stomach, “I could get a toy-”

“No,” you quickly interrupted, “I-I mean if you want to you can, but I can think of a better seat for you to take.”

She smiled down at you, gently stroking your cheek. Your shyness when it came to being intimate with her would never get old. She basked in your apprehension around being assertive in all settings, but especially the bedroom.

“Oh? And where would that be?” she asked teasingly, “You're a big boy, you know how to ask nicely.”

“Please,” you began before swallowing the lump in your throat, “Can you please sit on my face mistress?”

“Of course,” she smiled warmly down at you, “You’ve been such a good boy, taking a punishment, you didn’t even earn so well,”

You found your eyes fluttering shut as she positioned herself over your face. You rested your hands on her hips, pulling her down so that her pussy was flush with your face. You smirked into her pussy, as she let out a gasp at the stimulation of her clit bumping into your nose. You quickly began to lap at her seem over her panties. You were able to nose at the offending clothing and open her lips so you could get to her core. You groaned into her as she laced your hair between her fingers, needily tugging at it as you lapped against her entrance teasingly. Your teasing only lasted for a second, before she pulled hard on your hair keeping you flush against her as she began to rock against your face.

“Fuck,” you could hear her moan above you, as you doubled down on your efforts to make her cum. You focused on her most sensitive spots as one of your hands came down to part her lower lips and gave enough room for your tongue to thrust into her. Robin’s reaction was immediate as she began to shamelessly fuck against your face. Your other hand left her hip, giving her full control as you thrusted your fingers in alongside your tongue. Your cock twitched at the sweet moans and whimpers your now fiancé let out. You relished the noise; she was never this vocal. You decided she had had enough teasing as you began to curl your fingers and rub against her front wall as you sucked her clit into your mouth. It was only a matter of seconds before her release splashed against your face. A whine in turn escaped you as she pulled hard on your hair, using it as a lifeline as she fell apart on your face. You fingered her through her release before she fell slack against you and rolled to the side.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as she came down from her high. Your synchronized pants were the only noise to be heard. She had just calmed down enough to recognize your cock was still standing at attention.

“Love, would you like help with that?” she asked, now kneeling beside you.

“Yeah, I’m just really-” you paused letting out a gentle curse as she wrapped her hand around yours.

“Shh, it’s okay love, I’ll be gentle,” she said smiling down at you, “At least for now.”

She kept her promise as she jerked you off with a firm, but light touch. Just going fast enough to ensure your release. While her disembodied hand jerked you off, she slipped off her dress, along with her soaked panties. Robin used her now discarded dress to whip her cum off your face gently, now entirely naked outside of her engagement ring. You came as she pulled you in for a lazy kiss. You panted lightly as she pulled your flush against her chest, pressing a kiss into your hairline.

“I love you,” she said, pulling you as close as possible, legs tangled.

“I love you too,” you sighed contently, “I’m sorry about all the secrecy, I just wanted to find something as beautiful and unique as you are.”

Robin smiled down at you; tears began to once again well in her eyes. She pulled you in for one last kiss before you submitted to your exhaustion and began to drift off to the sound of her steady heartbeat.

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A/N: Now that I was finally able to write this one-shot Imma start working on the celebration countdown. Since it's no longer the countdown until New Year's I am going to randomize the days/write what gives me the most inspiration at the time.

I hope you're all doing well,

-Locke

[deathbyclown]

Take It Pairing: Crocodile/Reader (amab) Rating: Explicit Words: 3500

Summary: Reader strolls into the Captain's quarters to bother Crocodile. They look out the window on the ship and find they can't get back in. Crocodile takes advantage of the situation

Notes: Reader is stuck in a porthole. There is spanking and anal sex. Crocodile calls reader 'brat' and 'slut' in case that's not ur thing.

AO3 Link 

You knocked on the door to the Captain’s quarters and Crocodile told you to enter.  

 “Crocodile! What are you doing cooped up in this dark dank room! We’re arriving soon! You should be out on the deck with the crew!”  

You sat on the edge of his desk, crunching papers under your ass, interrupting his work. You gave him a cheeky grin, nearly eye-level for once, and he scowled back, his cigar drooping between his lips. 

“We’ll arrive whether I leave this office or not. The crew shouldn’t need supervision.” He answered evenly, puffing out smoke, making you cough and turn from him. 

You waved the smoke from your face, wrinkling your nose at him. “Y’know some fresh air would do you some good! You’re always smoking!” 

He rolled his eyes at you and returned his attention to the papers on his desk. “I smoke because if I turned to other vices, I’d get nothing done.” 

“Oh ha ha.” You scoffed at his attempt at humor and slid from his desk, making several papers flutter to the floor. The muscle in his jaw twitched but didn’t say anything. Ever since you started dating he’d gone very soft on you, letting you get away with being an annoying brat. You knew he secretly loved it, loved when you pushed him until he snapped, when he could punish you and play with you until both of you were satisfied. And then the cycle would begin again. 

Needless to say, he was very lenient toward you, letting you do what no one else could, like interrupting his work and making a mess of his organized space. Because he got to take his revenge later. 

You walked over to the porthole and tried to push it open but it was stuck or locked.  

“Well, if you won’t go outside then I’m going to let in some fresh air.” You climbed onto the little table in front of the porthole, knocking over his photographs and knickknacks. You heard him ‘tsk’ but he didn’t move or say anything. 

You pushed open the little window and breathed in the fresh cool ocean air. You sighed in relief, the salty smell of the sea familiar and comforting. You looked out and in the distance you could see your destination, a shining island with a modern glass city. 

“Croc! I can see it! Ooo!! Take a look, it’s so pretty!” You glanced back at him but he continued to look over his papers. You pouted and returned to looking out the window. “Wow, I can’t wait to see it at night.” You said to yourself, the wind from the ocean stealing away your words. 

You poked your head out to look up at the sky. It was lovely, not a cloud threatening any rain, the sun shining brightly, warming your skin. You tried to get a better look at the island, cupping your hands around your eyes, but it wasn’t doing much for you. You stuck your arms out through the porthole and pushed your top half through the narrow hole, leaning forward to watch as the island grew closer and closer. It was so eye-catching, gorgeous and shimmering, golden, pink, purples, and blues streaking and bubbling as the rounded glass buildings became more defined and detailed. You moved to slip back inside to tell Crocodile about the strange new buildings but you couldn’t slide past your armpits. You pushed and pulled and twisted your body, trying desperately to pull yourself back into the ship, to no avail. 

“Um…Crocodile? I…uh…I think I’m stuck.” You yanked sharply from your hips but felt something threatening to pop in your body and promptly stopped. 

Crocodile opened the porthole next to yours and you could clearly hear his voice. “Would you like me to shrivel you up so you’ll fit back inside?” 

“No!!! Just…I dunno, break the ship with your strength!” 

He laughed, that mocking staccato chuckle. 

“I need this ship. Besides, we’re nearly to town. I’ll let the shipwrights handle this. Now I think I’ll visit the deck like you suggested.” 

“What!? No!! Don’t leave me alone! Please! Can’t you do something?” You wiggled, trying once again to free yourself but you couldn’t get in. You slapped the side of the ship in frustration. You didn’t hear him respond. Did he leave already? That asshole! 

You jolted as you felt his hand and hook skim over your hips. Those fingers caught in the waistband of your shorts, his cold hook sliding in on the other side. He started to pull them down and you froze. What the hell was he doing? His warm hand caressed your newly exposed ass, only your thin underwear kept him from touching your soft skin. He moved lower, skimming over your thighs. You sighed at the gentle teasing touch, unable to help yourself. His hand always felt so nice, smooth and dry and warm. His hook dipped under the edge of your underwear and pulled them down, letting them join your shorts around your knees. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Now you were stuck and half naked, with no way out of this. The only thing you could see was the ocean and that glass city coming closer and closer. All the while Crocodile didn’t stop. His hand kneaded your ass, fingers brushing over your lower back, pushing up your shirt. What was he going to do to you while you were stuck like this? Was he just watching? Admiring? Perverted old man. 

You felt a sharp sting on the meaty part of your ass and you gasped, jolting at the sudden pain. He smacked your ass again, harder this time. 

“Croc! What are you doing!?” You squirmed in surprise, trying to maneuver back inside. He smacked your other cheek, pulling another gasp out of you.. 

“You told me to do something.” His deep voice drifted through the window. You grit your teeth and slapped your hands on the side of the ship, annoyed at his answer. 

“That’s!” You tried to start. “Ah!” He smacked your ass again, the skin starting to feel warm. You took a deep breath. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“I don’t care.” He smacked you again, the metal of his rings feeling sharp and hot on your skin. 

“You’ve been a brat this whole trip.” 

 Smack 

“And now you’ve given me the perfect opportunity to punish you.” 

Smack 

“So be good for once.” 

Smack 

“And take it.” 

Smack 

Your right ass cheek was burning, making you writhe and moan, tears welling in your eyes. 

“C-croc, pleeease” you whimpered, your voice shaky. 

“Please, what?” He smacked you again. 

“The other cheek! Spank the other one! This one hurts.” You sobbed, hands clawing at the wood of the ship. 

“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying it.” Crocodile drawled, his hand reached under you to stroke your cock. You were hard, embarrassingly so, but the feeling of his warm skin brushing along your length and thumbing your leaking exposed tip had you moaning aloud for him. The surge of pleasure was short lived as he pulled his hand away. He smacked the same cheek, and it ached, the heat radiating off of your skin. You knew it had to be bright red, probably near bruising. 

“You’re bitching and crying but look at you, you’re rock hard and dripping for me.” He roughly squeezed the tip of your cock with two fingers, pain and pleasure making you buck. 

“Shit.” You gasped. “Croccy, please I’m sorry.” 

He barked a laugh and smacked your unabused cheek. “Like hell you are.” 

Smack 

“You love being a little brat.” 

Smack 

“Are you going to cum like this?” 

Smack 

“Dirty little slut.” 

Smack 

You whined loudly, your cock aching and twitching, begging to be touched, your ass cheeks burning, tears streaming down your face. He was driving you crazy and you couldn’t even see him, couldn’t move or do anything to stop it. The thought made you groan, spreading your legs wider for him. 

“Mmm, giving in already?” He chuckled darkly, squeezing your aching ass cheeks. 

“Yes sir.” You tried to wiggle your ass at him, but it hurt after the first jiggle, so you stopped. 

You felt him spread your ass and you tensed. His hot wet tongue licked your rim, pulling a filthy moan from you. It felt so good after the pain, like he was licking your wounds. He dragged his thick wet tongue over you in long stripes, moving to your cheeks to lightly bite at your sensitive reddened skin. It hurt, it made you so aware of his breath, his lips, his teeth, his tongue, all of it burned but it didn’t stop the the little surges of pleasure pulsing through your cock. You could just imagine his mouth moving lower, licking your shaft, his lips wrapping around your cock head. You shivered in pleasure, trying to lift your hips to get him to move lower with that teasing mouth. 

But he just returned to your rim, tongue pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He swirled his tongue, lips pressed to your skin, and he sucked, the sensation almost overwhelming. Your eyes fluttered, the pleasure of it so intense it was almost sickening. 

He must’ve liked what he felt from you because you could feel the rumble of his groan against your ass and he ate you out with fervor, the intensity of his mouth and tongue had you fucking the air. Your hips moved on their own, grinding, humping, twitching. He put a firm hand on you, holding you still, making your movements jilted and short. 

His tongue made you feel insane, like it was constantly building toward your orgasm but there was no way you could cum from this. It was torture, part of your punishment, because if it was a reward he’d have his hand on your cock to help you cum. 

“P-please!!” You cried, not sure how much more you could take. 

You felt him pull away from you, the wetness between your cheeks cooled as the air hit your exposed skin, making your hole twitch. 

“Tell me what you want.” His finger pressed into you and you clenched around him with a gasp. 

“Fuck me. Touch me. Anything! I need to cum.” You knew you sounded pathetic as you begged him, but you didn’t care. You were becoming more desperate and unhinged the longer he toyed with you. 

“You think you deserve my cock?” He pulled his finger from you. 

“Yes! I’ll be so good for you!” You tried to push your ass out, your cock bobbing. 

He didn’t respond, and he didn’t touch you. Oh no did he leave!? You wouldn’t put it past him to tease you and then leave you hanging. 

“Crocodile!! Please!! I need you!!” You cried, sure that your voice was loud enough to carry to anyone standing outside, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be left hard and needy. 

Nothing happened and you wriggled in frustration. How could he do this to you!? You tried, once again, to twist and pull yourself from the porthole but you just couldn’t get past your armpits. How the hell did you even slip through in the first place!? 

You felt something cold and slick drip over your ass, making you jolt. Before you could say anything you felt Crocodile’s warm thick fingers drag through the slick lube and push it between your cheeks, slipping a finger into you. Oh thank the seas, he didn’t leave! 

You bit your lip, moaning as he sunk his single finger in deeper. Just one stretched you so nicely, had you craving more. You widened your knees slightly and pushed your ass out, forcing his finger to the knuckle. You gasped and twitched as his finger curled inside you. He pulled it out quickly and smacked your ass hard enough to have your cry out, your cheek on fire. 

“I thought I told you to sit here and take it?” He smacked your ass again, the pain was enough to have you whining and clawing at the ship. You grit your teeth and nodded your head, but he couldn’t see you. 

“Answer me.” He ordered, hitting your ass with a sharp quick slap. 

“Y-yes sir! I’ll take it! I’ll take anything you give me, sir!” You promised, your whole body trembling in anticipation. 

His fingers returned to the cleft of your ass, slipping his finger into you once more. You groaned in satisfaction, doing your best to keep still. You resisted the urge to move, knowing he’d punish you worse than this for disobeying him, but it was difficult, especially when he was fucking you roughly and quickly with his single finger. You struggled to keep your hips still, the muscles in your thighs and stomach jumping as he played with you.  

He pushed a second finger into you, scissoring you right away. You let out a loud whine, dropping your head forward. The stretch was too much, too quickly, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Crocodile’s hook skimmed over your cock, the metal so cold against your hot tight skin that it made you jump, forcing Crocodile’s fingers deeper into you. 

His two thick fingers kept going, pushing into you until he was fully inside. He curled them, rubbing along your walls, stretching you, spreading you. 

You let out a pitiful moan, your cock surging, oozing pre-cum, as he brushed against your prostate. You desperately needed him to touch you, to stroke your cock. 

You felt him pull out, but he returned with three fingers, slick and insistent. He slowly pushed in and spread you open, forcing you to take the thick stretch of his fingers. You cursed at the pain, clamping down on him, sweat beading at your brow despite the cool ocean air. You were sure if anyone in the city was watching the approaching ship, they’d see your red face glowing like a beacon. 

You panted and whimpered, your body trembling as you struggled to hold yourself still. You wanted to writhe and buck, wanted to ease the tension of your muscles. You needed him to keep going, needed his comfort, needed his cock, needed him to fuck you, to wrap his hand around your cock and stroke you, make you cum. You were desperate for it, and if you disobeyed him you’d never get it. So you had to endure. 

His fingers circled your prostate, and it felt like sparks ran from your back and along the length of your cock. Each teasing brush of his fingers only tormented you, barely gave you a taste of pleasure before he took it away. You could feel your cock dribbling, the wet tickle of pre-cum running down your aching length.  

“Crocodile!” You cried, tears forming in your eyes from the lack of any real stimulation. 

“What’s the matter? Do you need something?” Crocodile curled his fingers, purposefully avoiding your prostate. 

“Yeeesss!!!” You sobbed, kicking your feet as you stayed kneeling. 

“What do you need, brat?” He pulled out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, your hole twitching. 

“I need to cum!!! Please, Crocodile!! I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good!! Just make me cum!!” You begged, wiggling your hips despite his orders. 

Smack 

“Oh? You want to cum?” 

Smack 

“I’m going to use your ass.” 

Smack 

“And I don’t care if you cum or not.” 

He grabbed a handful of your cheek, making the raw skin pulse and burn. You hissed, squirming in his grip. 

You stilled as you felt his thick cock slide against you. He leaned over you, his belly pressed to your back, his hand brushed over your lower stomach, fingers dragging down, so close to your cock. They dug into your pubic hair and then traced down your thighs. You shivered, eager to feel his warm hand on you, to feel anything from him. 

“I’m going to use you and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”  His voice was so deep you could feel it rumble through you. His words had you groaning aloud, blood pulsing into your cock, arousal so powerful it made you ache, made you feel nearly insane, nearly sick to your stomach with your want. 

You felt his body heat leave you and the head of his cock pushed insistently at your entrance. You took in his tip easily, slick and stretched, but the rest of his hard shaft followed and you gasped at the thick stretch. It didn’t matter how many times you bottomed for him, he always felt large, always pushed you to your limits. 

His size left you breathless, panting and gripping the wood, spreading your legs to try and make his slide into you easier. His hips met your sore ass, and you felt like you couldn’t take a full breath. He was so deep inside of you, his girth stretching you, pressing into all of your insides. It made you ache, but it sent curls of heat through you, made your cock twitch, the thickness of him putting a pleasurable amount of pressure on your prostate despite him not moving. 

He let you adjust to him, swirling his hips, shallowly thrusting. It felt good, but you needed more, needed him to touch you, to fuck you. 

“Croc! Please! Move!” You begged already clearly disregarding what he told you earlier. 

He pulled out nearly to the tip and thrust in sharply, knocking the wind out of you. 

“You don’t fucking listen.” He growled, his hand coming down on your ass as his hips kept a steady pace, fucking you deeply. 

You couldn’t even respond if you wanted to. Your mouth hung open, panting and moaning, struggling to catch your breath. He was rearranging your guts, molding you to him, really making your ass his. 

You pushed at the side of the ship, angling your body away from him, his pace too rough, but still you tried to bounce back to meet his thrusts, torn between needing more and needing less. 

He pulled you in as far as you would go, pulling you onto his cock, making you take every inch of him. His shift in angle had you seeing stars, the hot surge of pleasure had your cock pulsing, begging to be touched. 

“Fuck! Crocodile! Please!!” You cried out, every thrust, every slap of his hips against your tender ass bringing you closer to your climax. 

“Cum on my cock, bitch.” He bit out, slamming into you, his hips moving at a furious pace. 

All you could do was hold on for the ride. You tried to find purchase on the smooth side of the wooden ship, but there was no place for you to grab onto. You just continued to claw at the wood, your whole body jolting with each thrust. Whatever he was building in you felt like it would tear you apart. Your whole body started shaking, the hot liquid pleasure shot through you, and you could feel it. Your balls tightened, your cock bobbed, spurts of semen pulsed from you. Your eyes rolled back, a long low moan fell from your open mouth as your orgasm overtook you, the pleasure coursing through your whole body. 

You couldn’t stop shaking, your orgasm feeling as though you had split and come back together. 

“My little slut. It’s more than you deserve. I’m gonna cum. You want it?” He panted, his hot breath fanning over your back. 

“Y-yes sir.” You answered hoarsely, your body twitching from aftershocks and overstimulation. 

You could feel it, the hot gush of cum, filling you just like he said, grunting, gripping your hip tightly as he continued thrusting through his orgasm. He stayed inside of you, kissing your back, wrapping his arms around you as he caught his breath. 

You wished you weren’t stuck, wished you could hug and kiss him back. The best part of sessions like this was the pampering you got afterward. The sex was good, certainly, but Crocodile really  knew how to treat you; he always cleaned you up, kissed you, touched and massaged you, fed you. It was heaven. 

But you were stuck! No pampering this time. You pouted as he pulled out, leaving you exposed and leaking. You felt him wipe you down, cleaning you up (and out). Without warning he put his hand on your back and you could feel the moisture leaving your body, shriveling up. 

You hated when he did this!! It made you feel like a piece of jerky!! You shrunk, your skin tighter to your bones and he easily pulled you through the window. 

You glared at him as he offered you a glass of water, giving you a shit-eating grin. 

“I wasn’t about to break the ship.” He remarked as you continued to glower and pout, nearly returning back to normal after a few chugged glasses of water. 

“C’mon, you brat, let’s get you washed up. I’ll buy you something nice out on our date tonight.” He scooped you up and you tried not to smile at him but couldn’t help yourself. 

“Something expensive?” You asked, with your lips pursed as leaned into him. 

“Only if you’re good.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[deathc-re]

mechanic franky who doesn't let you over at the shop during daytime hours because you always come in those tiny, tiny skirts. Skirts so tiny that if you bent over just a little, he'd get a great full view of whatever panties you're wearing that day. if you even are. the sight and the thought make him so hard he has to stop whatever he's doing and run to his office.

mechanic franky who loves to bend you over whatever muscle car he's working on at the moment every time you come visit him after hours.

mechanic franky who tries his hardest to keep working under this car while you tease and palm his dick through his low-hanging uniform.

mechanic franky who talks about you all day every day to his work buddies

mechanic franky who nearly shed a tear when you brought him his favorite burger and cola for lunch

mechanic franky who loves the way you bounce on his dick in his big, suspended super truck. (a ford f250 super duty to be exact)

mechanic franky who makes sure to clean his nails religiously no matter how much oil and grim get in them because he'd never want to put anything bad or harmful into is darlin'

mechanic franky who sends you the most mouth watering pictures before he heads home from work. muscles and body glistening with all the sweat and oil that covered him throughout the day. veins popping out of his arms, dick print as clear as day through his navy blue uniform that hung low and loosely tied around his hips. showing off his v line and that god damn happy trail. your legs clamped closed at the sight.

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

afab!Version

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

[hey-august]

This was supposed to be a second take for this prompt, but I completely forgot about the actual request while writing. It's there in spirit. Sorta.

Warnings: NSFW, NC17, MDNI, buggy x amab!reader, m receiving oral, takes place in a semi-public location but no one's actually nearby Word count: ~300

leaning back in the secluded alleyway, you look down to a puddle of colors. just enough light pours from the corner street illuminating the wash of blue, red, and green below. pirates are known to be greedy, but when the one at the end of the bar turned his hungry eyes your way, you didn’t think it would result in him sucking you off like you're his last meal.

honestly, you should have probably seen this coming. sure, he introduced himself as ‘buggy the clown’ and came in with that ridiculous circus ship. but when he offered to show you his sword swallowing trick, that fucker definitely didn’t have a sword on him. still, he could probably swallow a sword with how deep you are in his throat.

gloved hands hold onto your hips, as his head bobs on your swollen cock. sometimes he moves your body to meet his lips. shit. you didn’t think it would be such a turn on, but when that fucking nose presses into your pelvis before his painted lips reach the base of your dick, you can’t help but groan and hold the back of his head. not to keep him there, but to show appreciation for his skill.

you look down again. his fucking face paint is smeared. it’s probably all over your clothes as well - a tribute to desperation. the pirate's piercing green eyes meet yours for a moment and you feel yourself coming undone.

“m’g-gonna come” you grunt a moment too late. you’re already filling his mouth with jets of hot cum, releasing far more than you thought you had. your cock twitches, practically swimming in his mouth. once finished, you pull away, watching a few pearly drops escape his lips.

he swallows what he can of the large mouthful before spitting the rest on the ground and wiping his mouth.

“i wasn’t ready” he says in a strange tone - teasing, but with a sharp edge. almost as if he has something left to prove. “i have more tricks, if you’re interested”

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(prompt list)

[anystalker707]

Dolled up [1/2]

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Crossdressing Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's very vocal / Just a princess

[PART 2]

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

          “Goddammit,” Sanji whispered as he removed his blazer, making a face when he turned it and saw the back was also dirty.

The last encounter with the Marine had you, Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro sliding and falling on the mud when on the run. Sanji seemed extra bothered that his suit got all dirty, in such a bitter mood ever since he stood up and returned to the ship.

You sat on a stool in the bathroom, already with your shirt and shoes off, while you carefully observed Sanji remove his shoes and then his pants. He had garters for his socks and shirt-stays, obviously. Honestly, he looked fine like that, or in any way that mattered. Your eyes lingered on his thighs, observing him fold his clothes and put them away. That look of frustration remained on his face. Your eyes darted up a little, but his shirt went down over his underwear, blocking any view.

“Lingerie?” Your voice cut through the silence and his thoughts, making Sanji raise an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Didn’t know you liked wearing lingerie,” you teased with a grin.

Sanji’s brow lowered as he glared at you, placing his hands on his hips. “It’s not lingerie.” His voice was flat and sharp.

“Damn, really?” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head, unable to stop the grin on your face. “Really looks like lingerie, dude, sorry. That’s totally a lingerie. No need to hide it from me. We are crew mates.”

A red tone crept on Sanji’s face with anger, his lips twisting as he kept glaring at you through his visible eye. “I already told you it’s not lingerie!”

“Chill! I understand it…” You said, making a hand motion as you stood up—Sanji’s shoulders lowered a bit as the tension eased. “You’re just trying to play cool, I see. No need to, though. I completely respect you, dude,” you started chuckling, failing at keeping the fake serious posture the longer Sanji spent looking at you. It was so hard not to laugh, but there was something about the fact he was mad and frustrated like this that made it funny. You liked Sanji—you genuinely did, but you also enjoyed getting on his nerves, just like he did to you sometimes.

“It’s not lingerie!”

“It is!”

“It’s not!”

“C’mon, look at it!”

Sanji cursed under his breath as he stepped closer. “This isn’t lingerie.”

“B—”

He unbuttoned his shirt in a quick motion. “This is, you uncultured idiot.” He had a nice set of pink lace underwear that clad the bulge between his legs quite nicely. His corset—also in lace—had garters that connected it with straps to the hem of the… panties?

You were out of words, eyes trained on Sanji’s actual lingerie. Instinctively, you reached out a hand, tracing the pattern on the corset—he didn’t seem to mind, lowering his arms as he followed your touches with his eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered. It managed to make his waist even more slim than it already was.

The temptation to hold his waist was hard to fight against, so you ended up just giving in, feeling his warm skin through the thin fabric. Sanji let out a breath, making a small sound as he reached to hold on to your forearms. His hands barely touched you before there was the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hall; you immediately stepped away from each other. While you looked away, scratching the side of your neck, Sanji just pulled his shirt close and grabbed his clothes, hugging it to his chest.

“Hey!” Zoro groaned as Sanji bumped into his shoulder when walking into the room.

“Fuck off!” Sanji replied in the same beat, sharper than usual.

Even Usopp fell quiet and widened his eyes, looking at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged at the two.

          The thought of the incident in the bathroom didn’t leave your mind all day long. It was too intimate, too close. You’d never been that close to Sanji before; you two were close friends—with few benefits—, of course, but not that kind of close, and you were starting to rethink your feelings about Sanji, now. Maybe the times you two had made out in empty, dark rooms with hands all over yourselves during parties or the stolen kisses weren’t all that meaningless. Well, maybe they were, but just to you and your oblivious mind, as always.

That had you feeling absolutely pathetic, the way just a small moment like that was able to brainwash you like that. Fighting against the discomfort between your legs while lying on your bed was taking so much of you. Too much.

A knock on the door of your cabin cut through the thick atmosphere and grounded you again. You immediately sat on the bed and looked at the door for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Who could it be at that time?

You were about to ask what they wanted once you opened the door, but the words just died at the tip of your tongue. Out of everything you expected, seeing Sanji stand there in his deep red robe was probably the last thing, but it was also far from the worst thing. His face had an air of annoyance on it, so you quickly stepped out of the way and let Sanji walk in.

“You know, earlier—”

“Shush,” Sanji cut you off simply. He turned around to face you, undoing the knot that held his robe together. “Look, I know I can trust you with this, and I also need this, so you better not make a big deal or anything.”

You raised your eyebrows, throwing your hands in the air as if to prove to him that you wouldn’t.

Sanji’s chest raised and lowered with a deep breath before the robe started falling down his shoulders, pooling around his elbows for now. It opened as well, exposing his legs. The lingerie he wore this time was different—the top made with satin, having lace details, all frilly, but still in the same pastel pink from earlier. It matched his skin perfectly, hugging his frame so nicely. This time, he also had thigh-highs that connected to the waist piece by straps. It was a little loose on his chest, given how his pecs couldn’t fill the bra enough.

As if it weren’t enough, Sanji also had a pearl necklace gently resting over his collarbones and— Was that gloss on his lips? The dim lighting in the room limited your vision but also set a nice atmosphere, which you wouldn’t change.

A strained sigh escaped your lips as you took in every detail, watching the little sparkles that reflected the light whenever it hit Sanji’s thigh-highs.

“(Y/n),” Sanji brought you back to reality.

If you were lost before, you were fucking dying now, breathless. Still, you did your best to stay focused while moving closer to him. Sanji’s hands rested on your shoulders out of instinct, and you held his waist again, standing as close as you could, feeling his breath fan over your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, observing his face from close, enough to see the little freckles over his face.

Sanji breathed a chuckle, looking away for a moment. “Yeah, I know,” he joked a little as he let your nose brush against yours lovingly. “So, won’t you kiss me? Did I do all of this for nothing?”

Chuckling as well, you clicked your tongue. “It is a lot. You can’t expect me not to appreciate it properly, can you?”

A smile tugged on your lips as you caressed his waist gently before pulling him closer, pressing your lips to his gently. Sanji hummed softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your shoulders this time, letting your bodies fit together. His lips tasted fruity and sweet, the lip gloss smearing over your lips as well while you two kissed, so you couldn’t help letting your tongue trail along his bottom up. He didn’t open his lips, though.

“Please,” you groaned against his lips, receiving a soft chuckle in response.

“No,” Sanji whispered.

You were about to kiss Sanji again when he pulled away and started pushing you back until you fell sat on the bed. He motioned for you to get further on the bed, so you did it, only able to remove your shirt before Sanji was already on top of you, pushing you down to the bed with a hand on your chest before he straddled your hips. He looked so beautiful on top of you like that, blue eyes observing you through blown pupils and half-open eyes.

“Fuck,” you groaned, placing your hands over his thighs. You could still taste his lips.

Sanji’s lips parted open in a grin, a proud one. His hands rested over your chest as he rolled his hips onto yours and, fuck, you don’t remember the last time you got so hard that easily. Just feeling Sanji’s ass grind against your cock through layers of clothes already had you moaning, gripping his thighs as you pushed your hips up against his to meet his motions.

He also moaned, biting his lip as your motions synced.

“I’m already prepared,” he whispered, moaning as well. He sounded heavenly.

“You’re going to kill me,” you groaned, squeezing his thighs hard.

Sanji gasped, pressing his hips to yours more, and let out another moan when your hand touched him through the lace panties. Continuing your motions, Sanji eventually let out a whimper, his nails digging into your chest.

“You deserve to be fucked hard just for that,” you whispered, reaching into the bedside table’s drawer while keeping a hand on his cock, keeping him in that needy state until you needed to remove your pants and boxers. Sanji got up a little so that he could help you with it, soon returning to the previous position, and the friction of his lace panties against your cock made you moan louder than expected. He widened his eyes a little but rocked his hips against yours a couple of times more. “Mmph, stop,” you groaned, slapping his thigh a little.

“Weak,” Sanji mutters teasingly as he moves back a little.

“Shut up, I’m not the one who offered himself here,” you retorted with a small smile, opening the lube. Sanji pouted, pink lip sticking out, but he didn’t say anything while watching you hiss when the cold lube came in contact with your cock. He went forward to touch it, just to have his hand swatted away. You couldn’t risk any unnecessary touches, at least not right now.

Soon, you set the lube aside. “Hey, let me…”

You fell silent at seeing Sanji just pull his panties to the side as he got up on his knees. Was he really gonna keep it to fuck? A breath got caught in your throat as you watched him take his cock out—it was heavy in his hand, flushed pink, leaking—, giving it a few pumps before he grabbed your own instead. Just the feeling of Sanji’s hole against your tip was enough to make you groan, eventually moaning at how tight he felt; hot and slick walls pulling you deeper inside him.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, holding his hips tightly as Sanji lowered himself on you. He also let out a pleased sound, switching to grabbing your wrists, your upper arms, and eventually pressing his hands to your chest. That felt way too good.

Sanji started moving his hips slowly, trying to find a pace. His nails sank in your chest whenever he happened to lower himself against you with more force than intended, his moans growing higher-pitched every time that happened. Within some minutes, though, he finally found a pace that worked for both of you, fucking himself on your cock deliciously, just the way he’d been planning whilst dolling himself up to come to your cabin.

“So pretty,” you whispered to him, wrapping your hands around his forearms and pushing them until he let his hands slip into yours. Your fingers laced with his, tightening the grip.

Sanji’s hips gained a steadier rhythm when it happened—he gasped, moaning and throwing his head back whenever finding the angles that let your tip graze right against his prostate. He rolled his hips in a specific way, whining as his cock twitched, and the way he clenched around you made you throw your head back against the pillow. No way, you were missing on this that whole time.

“That all you got?” You said, voice tight in your chest with pleasure. “C’mon, I know you can do better than that, yeah? Show me what you got,” you whispered while moving your hips up to meet his for the first few times, letting your motions fall in sync with his.

A louder moan escaped his lips the moment your hips drove up the moment he was lowering himself on you, so you stopped moving again. Sanji started riding you with more enthusiasm, making you wonder if the sparkling feeling was already starting to set itself by the end of his spine as well. You were out of breath, biting on your lip while concentrating on not cumming too soon while Sanji clenched so tightly around you, riding you so nice and good.

“Yeah,” Sanji whispered between moans, pausing to roll his hips the way he liked so much before he resumed the pace from before.

It was hard, but you managed to let go of one of his hands, letting him hold onto your shoulder instead while you wrapped your hand around his cock. Each of your motions was followed by a moan from Sanji, practically. When your thumb grazed his tip, spreading the pre-cum, Sanji let out a shaky breath that resembled a sob, tightening around you so tightly that you couldn’t help it.

You arched your back, pressing your eyes shut and pushing your hips up while cumming deep inside Sanji while he still rode you, rolling his hips and clenching you so deliciously, milking you as he chased his own high. He gasped, nails sinking into your shoulder and fingers squeezing your hand, and it was just a matter of time before he also came, pushing his hips back on your cock and forward into your hand messily. He sounded out of air, gasping and whimpering as he slowly came down from his high, only leaving a sticky mess on your chest and a throbbing cock in your hand, still spasming around your cock.

You needed a moment to recompose yourself—your mind was still fuzzy as you stared at the dark ceiling, body tingling, with Sanji all over your mind. He was all that mattered at the moment.

Eventually, your hand started moving around him again, pumping his cock, using his own cum as lube. He gasped and whimpered, holding your wrist. “(Y/n)—”

“You didn’t doll yourself up just for a single round, did you?” A smirk tugged on your lips as you felt him twitch in your hand.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.