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𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

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𝐈𝐳𝐨 𝐄𝐩. 𝟏𝟎𝟔𝟑 - 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢

(boy... my ovaries, sir)

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Break Up With Him | Silvers Rayleigh x Reader

summary: rayleigh makes some pretty convincing arguments as to why you need to break up with your shitty boyfriend.

wc: 1.7k

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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked

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warnings: afab femme reader, light praise, swearing, cheating (technically), reader in an emotionally abusive relationship, fingering, creampie mention, cunnilingus, age gap

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AN: you can imagine this as a modern au or not, you just have to decide if the conversation at the end is over a cell phone or a den den mushi.

Rayleigh warned you over and over again:

“If I see you at your door crying those pretty eyes out one more time, I’m going to steal you from that good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours.”

The first few times you shook off your neighbor’s flirtation with a scowl. Then it became a way for you to smile, because clearly this harmless older gentleman was just trying to cheer you up.

So you weren’t quite sure how you got here, back pressed into your mattress, as Rayleigh pounded into you over and over.

Earlier that day, your boyfriend was doing what he always did - flirting with other girls in front of you, refusing to acknowledge you in the presence of people he knew, didn’t even want to hold your damn hand. He called you his girlfriend, but you knew that you weren’t the only person with that title. So you sulked home, crying about how much you detested this relationship, and how you desperately wanted out, but didn’t have the fortitude to do so.

As you fumbled with the keys to your door, Rayleigh appeared as if an alarm went off in his house when you were having a bad day.

And he said it again:

“If I see you at your door crying those pretty eyes out one more time, I’m going to steal you from that good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours.”

This time you paused, and took a look at him - a real good look at him. Maybe if you had used your eyes before, you would have let him steal you away a long time ago. Rayleigh was incredibly in shape for his age, had a devilishly handsome grin, and oozed charisma.

You turned to him, back against your own un-opened door and said “Rayleigh, is it stealing if I go willingly?”

“Oh, pretty one, have I finally worn you down?” He said with a chuckle, moving to close the gap between you. Once he was inches away, he lifted your chin to look up at him, the pad of his thumb grazed your lower lip. “Want me to beat him up for you?” He asked, that devilishly handsome grin spread across his face.

The contact felt electric, and you already felt yourself warming up at his touch. “N-no, I don’t think so.” You said breathily.

“Hm, we can get back at him in other ways then.” Rayleigh softly pressed his lips to yours, testing the waters, but you wanted to take the plunge. You instigated something more aggressive than just a simple kiss, snaking your hand behind his head to pull him in deeper.

Rayleigh reciprocated the enthusiasm, clearly an expert in his field. His movements were controlled but suave, not too much tongue or sucking or spit, but just enough to satisfy you and then some. You knew you needed more.

You broke the kiss abruptly to finally finish unlocking the door so you two could go inside. Once in, door closed, shoes kicked off, you lead Rayleigh to your bed, and pushed him down so he was seated, your hands on his shoulders, standing between his knees.

“Pretty one,” he said, his voice thick with sex, “You’re not going to do anything you’re going to regret, are you?” His hands ran up the sides of your thighs and over your hips, resting on your waist.

You shook your head, looking down at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, let’s get started then.” Rayleigh’s fingers grabbed the waistband of your pants and pulled them down to your knees abruptly. He pressed his face into your stomach, wrapped one arm under your ass, stood quickly to lift you, then dropped you onto your bed.

He kneeled at the edge, helping you pull your pants off around your feet. He haphazardly waved a finger at your shirt and said “Get rid of that too.” As he started to unbutton his own orange shirt.

Of course, you obeyed, his control over the situation immediately turning you on more. As you leaned up slightly to unhook your bra, you heard his clothes hit the floor.

Your head laid back into the pillow, and Rayleigh spread your legs to get between them. “I’m going to make you forget all about him,” he drawled, the gravel on his voice going straight to your core.

He sat back on his heels, and you took in how good he looked despite being way more than double your age. His cock was nice too, truthfully, already hard and eager. If he could get you naked with a little wave of a finger, you wondered what else he could do.

One of his hands pressed the inside of your thigh, pushing you open a little further. Two fingers on his other hand moved up and down your folds, redistributing your slick that was already in excess. You hissed as he passed over your clit.

“My, my, you’re making my job so easy for me.” Rayleigh remarked. His finger tips moved to your opening, and he slowly started pushing them in, his palm facing upwards, and his eyes watch you for your reaction.

Feeling him enter you made your back arch at his touch, your dripping cunt making his task an easy one. The gasp that escaped your lips made his eyebrows raise up his forehead, and he seemed pleased with the effect this had on you.

Once he ran out of finger to stuff you with, he pulled out, marveling at the shine coating his digits. Slowly, again he pressed into you, then out, then in again, quickening the pace each time. He leaned over you, one hand next to your face, his fingers still not relenting, then dipped his head to take one of your tits in his mouth. As he finger-fucked you, his tongue rolled over your nipples.

Your moans hit his ears like music, and he reveled every time he got a new one, taking note of which combination got a reaction out of you. He moved to your other nipple, then started rubbing your upper walls in a come-hither motion, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your own arms were draped lazily over his shoulders, the tips of your fingers digging into his skin whenever he caused another zap of pleasure to run through your veins. If he kept on like this, you knew you would cum, and be reduced to a whimpering mess on his hand.

Rayleigh knew you had enough when your moan turned into something more like a cry for pleasure.

He straightened himself and pulled out, licking your juices from his fingers. “Mmm. Better than I imagined, pretty one.” You shivered at his praise, wondering how often he imagined partaking in you.

“I’ll have to come back to get a better taste later, but it’s not about me right now.” Rayleigh’s large hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock, pulling it away from his stomach as he leaned over you once more. “Let’s get you filled up.”

The head of his cock pressed firmly against your hole, then bullied its way past your muscles. Despite the earlier fingering, you stretched a little, gasping as your body molded to fit him. Rayleigh intently watched your face for discomfort as his whole cock entered you, your pelvis’ finally touching. His thrusting was soft at first as he learned your limits, but the moans he already coaxed out of you showed him that you two were going to get along fine.

“R-Rayleigh-” you stuttered, your hands holding his biceps. “F-fuck, it’s so good!” Bliss took over your brain as your arousal grew.

“Don’t tell me he doesn’t fill you up like this, pretty one?” Rayleigh teased, his voice deep. “This pussy deserves to get thoroughly fucked.” He rutted into you, the skin-slapping-skin sound infiltrating your thoughts, your blankets and mattress enveloping you as he pounded your wet pussy at the urgency of your legs wrapped around his waist.

Between this and his finger work earlier, you knew you were due for an orgasm. It might have been the illicit situation of it all, or maybe it was simply because a man hadn’t made you cum in a long, long time, but the feeling in your stomach was growing more and more persistent.

Rayleigh must have heard it in your moans because he sat back, one hand on your hip, the other hand pressed against your lower stomach. The pressure only highlighted how deep he was in you, causing your muscles to spasm around him, and with a few more thrusts, you felt your climax rush over you, draining your brain of any thought you had and putting “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” on repeat on your lips. Oh, how he loved that.

That orgasm must have sealed your fate because this became a little more regular. The next week when you came home crying again, Rayleigh was there, letting you take out your frustration by screaming those same profanities into your pillow as he fucked you from behind.

It happened again the very next day when he invited you to his place instead. He speared you with his cock as you rode him in reverse on his couch, loving the way you became post-verbal as he rubbed your clit, watching your ass bounce on his lap over and over. That time, he couldn’t help himself, and came deep in you, but you just used his spunk as more lube to continue riding him.

His favorite time, however, was when he made good on his promise to get a taste of that slit of yours. Rayleigh’s face was buried between your legs, his glasses pushed up on the top of his head, his moans as he sucked and kissed your most vulnerable parts almost overpowering your own.

Your boyfriend started calling, and you tried to push Rayleigh’s face away, but instead he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs locking you in place. With a groan you answered the call.

“H-hello?” You asked, trying to hold back your moans, breathily exhaling through your nose.

“Where the fuck are- what’s that fucking sound?”

Rayleigh continued to eat you out, only getting more passionate as his ears took in the sound of your boyfriend complaining.

“I-I caaan’t talk right nnnow!” You cried, moans sneaking their way into your sentence.

“What the fuck is-”

Rayleigh snatched the device out of your hand, sitting up, then using his other hand to tap his cock against your lower stomach. “The pretty girl is busy right now, you’re gonna have to call her back later, son.”

He ended the call, then fucked you.

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nsfw with zoro having really really really wet dreams with y/n please!!

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

1.497 words

content: nsfw, fem. reader, teasing, edging, brief f. dom ;), degrading names, bratty reader; oh, to ride a sleeping zoro...

note: thank you for the request! i don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. sweet dreams ;)

you drove him crazy, walking around the ship, oblivious to the things your skimpy skirts and size-too-small cropped tees did to him. 

he could hardly lie comfortably on the deck anymore, the angle providing him with too perfect a view of your body to ignore. 

he hated it. he wasn’t a pervert — he was far from that. he knew he shouldn’t stare, shouldn’t steal a look under your skirt when you walked past him, but try as he might to keep his eyes shut and enjoy his nap, he could never quite ignore the distraction. 

his only solution was to find a different place to take his naps, unable to bear resting on the deck anymore, instead finding solace in the crow’s nest or some empty room — but even then, you found a way to disturb his rest. 

those short skirts, tight shirts, and the gleam of your skin under the sunlight taunted zoro even in his sleep. 

the first time you appeared in his dreams — your small frame buried under his, teary, pleading eyes staring up at him as you begged for him — zoro kept his distance, unable to stand the way you consumed his senses, and avoided your eyes for weeks.

still, the thought of you never left his mind; your sweet voice, your delicate smile, soft skin, the warmth you effortlessly radiated… and the image of you whimpering below him, all remained seared in his mind. 

his dreams of you became incessant and the swordsman could not say that he saw no pleasure in the thought of you, disheveled as he fucked your sweet little cunt from behind or you sat on his face in nothing but one of those little skirts; the thought of you on your knees with his dick between your breasts, letting him cover your face in his cum; the thought of touching and kissing every inch of your skin… 

it was a pleasure that could be worth every ounce of the wave of shame that fell over him when he came to his senses, but he respected you too much to allow himself to indulge in it. you deserved more than to be treated like the object of someone’s desire — and despite his attraction, despite everything he felt for you, you deserved better than to be with someone like him. 

thus, zoro stayed away, admiring you from a distance and only permitting himself the pleasure of your company when you came to him. 

and though you hid it well, you were as infatuated — perhaps more so — with roronoa zoro as he was with you. you longed to be beside him, to be in his arms and feel the blanket of his warmth against your skin. certain that he didn’t feel the same, you were content with simply reciprocating the care he gave to you. the swordsman was always protecting you, keeping you safe and away from trouble (as away from trouble as a pirate can be, that is). the least you could do was care for him the same way; you treated his wounds, ensured that he never pushed himself too hard when he trained, reminded him to eat, and tried to keep him company when it seemed like he needed it. 

while you longed for more — so much more — it was enough for you, to tend to him and be close to him, however briefly; as it was enough for zoro, to be near you and protect you.  

“zoro…?” you called for the swordsman, poking your head in the bedroom to let him know it was time for dinner. shutting the door quietly behind you as you stepped into the room, you could still hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the dining hall. 

“y/n,” zoro murmured from where he laid, his voice breathy. his eyes stayed closed and the rise and fall of his chest told you the swordsman was still fast asleep. is he sleeptalking? 

“fuck,” he whispered, wincing in his sleep. a smile tugged at your lips as you admired the man before you, his parted lips and flushed cheeks, wondering what he might be dreaming of. although, as your eyes moved down his body, tracing his arm to where a hand lay sleepily kneading a prominent bulge, there was no need to wonder. “look so pretty on my lap…” 

“is that right?” you teased, the words leaving your lips before you knew they did. your first instinct had been to panic, to leave before zoro came to his senses and saw you there, but the realization that he was dreaming of you — that the faint blush, shaky breaths, and his restless state were all because of you — gave you a foreign sense of confidence. 

“...such a pretty whore, riding my cock.” 

your breath hitched at the sound of those words, suddenly feeling breathless and hot. “fuck, roronoa.” 

you moved your hand to where his rested, not allowing yourself to hesitate as you pressed gently against his boner. zoro hissed in response, your name falling from his lips again. 

your eyes glanced back to the door, the ruckus in the dining hall as loud as ever. no one would come to the rooms for a while, you were certain of it. careful not to wake him yet, you straddled the swordsman, holding the bunk above you for support. you were still for a moment as zoro’s hand moved to grip your thigh, a soft groan escaping him, though he didn’t wake. you moved your hands to either side of the bunk before slowly swaying your hips, grinding against zoro’s, moaning softly at the sight of him under you, his brows furrowed as you edged him closer to release. “shit, princess, don’t stop,” zoro groaned, his hips bucking into you. 

“fuck-” you whined, unable to contain the loud moan his movements provoked and zoro’s eyes fluttered open at the sound. “y/n - fuck - what are y-” zoro held his breath, stifling a moan. 

“princess, huh?” you teased, slowing the movement of your hips slightly as you wallowed in the pleasure. 

under you, zoro was a stuttering mess — a state you never dreamed you’d see him in — disoriented from having just woken and being so painfully close to his climax. it didn’t help that you were in full control — something he could never have dreamt up before — and the pace you’d set impeded his nearing release. 

“fuck, y/n. move faster.” 

“call me princess again,” you smiled down at the swordsman with innocent, pleading eyes, keeping your pace steady.

zoro only glared at you, mouth agape in disbelief (and from his breathless state). “fucking brat-” 

you halted your movements, giving the swordsman a pout, and holding back a smile as he winced. “fuck, princess, don’t be a tease.” 

you smiled, content, before resuming your movements, though not without pushing zoro’s buttons a little further. “or what?” 

zoro didn’t bother giving you a reply, instead his hands moved above your hips suddenly, stilling you before tugging his pants down only enough to release his length from its constraints. he didn’t give you time to admire (or process) his size before pushing your panties to the side and thrusting into you without remorse. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped your lips and your beautiful sounds only further encouraged zoro’s relentless pace, his hands gripped you tightly, holding you in place, his low grunts meeting your ears as he chased his high. 

“fuck, fuck, zoro- come inside me, please,” you pleaded, eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure, burying your head in his chest. 

“look at me, princess,” zoro whispered, a smirk on his lips as he lifted your chin, not wanting to miss any nuance in your expression as he stuffed you full. looking into your teary, half-lidded eyes and seeing you sweaty, blushing, and whining for him — he could hardly believe he wasn’t still dreaming. “good girl.” 

your walls tightened around him as you felt your own climax approaching, gasping as you felt zoro’s cum leak inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess, falling apart in his arms. 

breathless, you collapsed onto his chest. the warmth of his body enough to lull you to sleep if you let it. you smiled weakly, “how was that, swordsman? did i live up to your dreams?” 

“keep teasing and i’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week,” zoro said plainly, though wrapping his arm around you. 

“is that a threat or a challenge?” 

rather than respond, he swiftly turned you over so that he was hovering over you. with your small frame buried under his; your still teary, pleading eyes staring up at him… you uttered a quiet request that made the swordsman’s heart feel tight in his chest. “zoro… kiss me.”

he didn’t hesitate to lean forward, stopping briefly to take you in before kissing you softly. 

against your lips, eyes closed in utter bliss, he confessed, “better than any fucking dream.”

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y\n: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE? shanks: you ;) y\n, desperately as shanks bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE shanks: oh! b positive y\n: don't try to cheer me up JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE shansk:

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Carnival Maze

Character: Shanks Reader: afab (ambigious body descriptions, neutral words used regarding genitalia) CW: explicit n.sfw content, public sex, a sprinkle of exhibitionism, vaginal sex, hair pulling, mirror sex, creampie, praise A/N: I have accidentally deleted this whoops- Anyway, enjoy a repost! It was a part of a planned event, but I turned all of this into regular requests.

The maze of neverending reflections wouldn’t be half as creepy if you weren’t there alone, you’re sure of it. The corridors are filled with silence, nothing but muffled, distant carnival music and your steps audible, shadows and weird angles bringing the weirdest out of ordinary sounds. It makes you feel out of the element—but far from uneasy, the vibe not unpleasant at all. More intriguing, enchanting, an old temple rather than an attraction in a rundown amusement park on an island forgotten by all gods. Or a horror movie, except you’re sure you’re free of all dangers.

After all, he’s with you.

He is the reason behind your solitude: once he was spotted, the already uncrowded amusement park became almost deserted. Very few are willing to party where the Emperor's crew crashed, even fewer daring to directly cross the paths he chose. You feel stuck in the center of an eerie bubble, invisible yet palpable, its barrier pressing any unwanted presence out of your way. There are people, you can hear them under the blanket of carnival music, but they keep their distance. And certainly there’s no one inside the mirror maze.

No one but you and Shanks.

He’s looking at you through the hundreds of reflections, shadows and dim light blurring some under certain angles. His eyes are all over you—quite literally, even—yet, you can’t decipher his expression and intentions. Even when you try to focus and catch his stare, he seems to be completely absent. You’re not surprised, he’s been with his head over the highest clouds for the past few weeks. And you can’t blame him, given the mess that has gathered over the world.

After all, that’s why you’re here. To relieve the tension, to finally catch a breath. 

You were hoping for something more lively, like it usually is with him, but you can’t complain either. His silence and light-weighted stare adds to the pleasant tingle of mystery. What kind of thoughts are behind this faint smile, reflected in hundreds, enveloping your silhouette as you move from one mirror to another? Moments like those underline the realization you had eons ago: you could know him for years and still, you could never assess what to expect from him.

But it’s not a bothering thought. Contrary, the uncertainty gets you worked up whenever it crawls on you, like now, in a secluded yet so open place. Did he walk you away from the crew on purpose? Is it just a coincidence that can bring fruitful results? Are his intentions and thoughts all clear from mischief? You’re not able to place your bet on any among the possibilities, and it drives you insane in such a pleasant, gut-wrenching sensation of need mixed with anticipation. With each step deeper into the maze you’re getting slicker and more heated, your breath growing a tad heavier and your moves—casual and enticing. You don’t intend to tempt him into anything, but you don’t want to hide anything either, all honest about your reactions. An opening and suggestion, not a demand.

Has he spotted the difference in your behavior? He has had to, but he doesn’t react either way, following you nearly mindlessly, humming to melody coming from the outside. It's catchy yet cheesy, cringe even, music—the one played for a drunk crowd, barely anyone able to withstand it for longer when sober. If you were closer to the scene, you would probably complain, but in the maze, with his steps right behind you, and reflections dancing in your eyes, the melody turns pleasant, inviting. In no time you’re humming too, your limbs finding the rhythm and following suit: a dance of one body and countless mirrors. It’s chaotic, as silly as suggestive, time after time you’re bouncing against something, your laughter echoing through empty corridors together with muffled music.

Until your legs get tangled and you bump against a mirror too hard, hard enough to push you back, right into him. A strong arm wraps around your middle, pulls you close, leans you against his toned chest and…

Oh. He definitely did spot the difference.

“What is it?” Shanks’ breath brushes against your ear, sending a needy shiver down your spine. “You’ve been so lively and dancing, and now you’re still like a little, scared bunny?”

He ruts against your backside, hard, way harder than one should be after just a short while. How long has he been watching with intention? His eyes weren’t as unfocused as you assumed…

“No one’s here, I promise.” His cooing continues, hand groping where he knows you like. He’s calming and luring, indulging in the water testing ritual—even if with his senses so keen and searching he knows for sure there’s nothing he could calm and nothing he should lure. You press against him willingly, the little hairs on your skin rising under his touch, breath growing heavier.

Your eyes meet in the mirror in front of you. A silent agreement—a pact, even.

The rest of the story is told by your bodies.

Shanks toys with the hem of your shirt, his hips pressing again, harder, swaying on side to the rhythm of music. You let him guide you, pull you into a move, more a dry thrust than a step. With his hand clenching on your hip, you swing unhurriedly, your bodies impossibly close, seeking friction. His hot, moist breath trails down your neck, the hum he adds to the music resonates like a strong vibration, leading your limbs into the tangled dance. A few steps forward, a few back—he almost presses you to the surface of the mirror, pulling you inches away, kissing the moist from the crook of your neck whenever you return close. 

You want to ask him for more, for his lips and tickling facial hair to trail down your spine, for his hips to remain close—but the rhythm is intoxicating, hypnotizing. The thought of interrupting it fills you with a weird emptiness, a fear that everything will snap and stop once you dare to free yourself of the music of your bodies.

You’re dripping wet from this impatience. And he groans almost painfully into your ear with each hump against your ass. But you don’t stop swaying, not even when his hand finally trails down, sliding under the layers of your clothes and tracing your slit. He hisses a curse, lips pressed tight to your ear, his rough fingers coating in your slick as he explores your eager heat, with each move only more impatient and hungry.

“If you wanna stop, say it now.” Shanks’ voice is drenched with lust now, almost shaking; he clings close to you, his whole body tense like a string. “‘Cause I won’t control myself once I rip it all off you.”

Desire sprints through your body, clenches your starved hole on yearning emptiness, “I need you. Here. Now.”

The dance stops as abruptly as it started, out of mind and out of rhythm of the music, still buzzing outside the mirror maze.

The floor is harsh and cold, but you let him guide you on all fours without protest. You don’t care about discomfort, about bruises that will inexorably cover your knees and hands—you just want your lust sated, fast and rough, if needed. With your clothes lowered down your thighs, through a mirror you watch Shanks struggling with his own pants, impatience turning the task even harder for him. He rips sash out of the way, presses his pulsing erection against your backside—all on perfect display for you in your reflection.

“You like watching yourself?” Shanks laughs, leaning down and close, teasing the tip of his cock against your slick. Playfully nibbling on your ear for the last time, he lines himself up, nestles himself slowly, mindful he hasn’t stretched you prior with his fingers.

Taking him is quite a task. But you’re so wet and needy for him you barely care, encouraging him with eager, loud moans.

What kind of a man would he be to deny you what you need?

His pace is not rough—but still deep and steady, so fast to have you mewling and scratching your nails against the cold ground. His only hand clenching firmly on your hip, Shanks slams his cock into you with nerve-frying precision. Merry, carnival melody helps you both keep the right rhythm, your bodies resonating with each other, still dancing even if the dance has stopped already. The sound of his body pressing against your, time after time, joins your noises of pleasure, echoes together through the empty maze, reflected by hundreds, following the same path the view of your bodies has crossed. If you weren’t sure no one would dare to interrupt you, the worry of being seen would clench the knot in your abdomen even tighter, even harder under the barrage of his thrusts.

Or maybe you just don’t care about it either anymore? Maybe you wouldn’t even spot curious eyes and ears when lost in the maze of pleasure? 

“That’s a good Y/N.” Shanks laughs, his hand moving from your hip to grab a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up, straight at the reflection. “Just look at you, taking my cock so well.”

You look at yourself with hundreds of eyes at once, from every nook, under every angle. You look at Shanks, lewd and disheveled, his loose shirt slipping down his shoulder as he increases the pace, hurdling you towards the final snap. You look at you both, impatiently tangled into each other, on the verge of finishing, yet so far away, starved and tired and drunk with each other.

“Why won’t you play with yourself?” He speaks to you with a breathy voice, looks straight into your eyes through the mirrors. “C’mon, use those sweet fingers of yours, it’s a captain’s order.”

Obediently, you reach between your legs and rub yourself as you like—as he wants—your hole clenching even tighter on him. His rhythm stutters, he’s close, but keeps himself away from the peak, waits for your heat to bubble, for the knot in your abdomen to snap and burst.

“Sucking me in—” He groans, thrusts deeper, grazes right against the spot that has your eyes rolling back. “Shit, so good for me, so good…”

The praise finally pushes you over, orgasm washing over you and blurring your vision, blurring the music in your ears. The sudden clench and spasm of your body drags Shanks right with you; he stills in you, grunting low, fills you deep with thick, hot cum—the last sensation you’re able to grasp before succumbing into a blind haze.

Strong arm wraps around your middle, keeps you safe and stable until your legs stop trembling and your mind returns to you with a soft, pleased mewl. Shanks sits on heels, pulling you together with him, and seating you in his lap, his dick still nestled deep in you, some cum dripping from your hole down his shaft.

You shiver at the sight, your need far from sated.

“Maybe round number two?” Tilting your head to the side, Shanks nibbles on your neck. Rough fingers guide your hand back where it was, encouraging it to move again.  “I don’t think they’re gonna look for us anytime soon…”

[dilf-hunterr]

TENSE | Trafalgar Law

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, blowjob, cum swallowing, gagging, deep throating, english is not my first language.

word count: 1,034

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It’s 2 am now, you are standing in front of Law’s office door. You were already asleep by 9 pm, but you were woken up to an empty side of your bed and couldn’t fall back asleep. It’s always like this, he rarely sleeps, not even caring about his own health. You decided to get up and went to look for your boyfriend. Although, you already knew where your boyfriend is.

You see the door is slightly ajar, you peek your head inside. There he is. Sitting by his desk with a book in his hand, like usual. You stay there for a second, not saying anything.

“What are you doing?” He says softly without looking up from the book. You’re not surprised. You know that he can feel your presence even before you peek your head inside.

You decide to walk into the room, not forgetting to close the door. You walk to the place behind his chair. You put your arms around his shoulder, hugging him from behind. You place your chin on the blade of his shoulder and neck. “Why are you not sleeping? Again.”

He sighs. “Not sleepy.” He might not be sleepy but you can tell that he is tired and exhausted. You move your hands to his shoulders, and start massaging them slowly. He let out a breathy groan.

“Your body is tense.” You can tell that he is enjoying this. His eyes are closed, and his body is leaned on the chair. Suddenly, you have an idea. A brilliant idea to release his tenses.

You kiss his cheek, making the man open his eyes and startle a little bit. You walk to his side, bending down a little, you continue to kiss his cheek and jaws, then you place your lips on his. Law quickly sucks your bottom lip.

This isn’t your first kiss with him, this is the millionth, but somehow you still get the butterfly everytime you kiss him, it always feels like it’s your first. You moan and kiss him deeper, pushing your tongue into his mouth.

Your neck starts to hurt, so you pull your lips back and break the kiss, the both of you are gasping for breath. You move to stand on his front. He keeps quiet while watching what you are going to do. He thought you were going to sit on his lap, but no. You make your way between his legs, you parted them, then you drop to your knees. He smirks, liking where this is going. He leans back on the chair and puts his hands on the armrests.

Your hands make their ways to his belt. You unbuckle his belt and his pants. You pull down both of his pants and boxer, he lifts his hips a little to help you pull them down. You spit in your hand before you wrap your hand around his semi hard dick and gently moving it up and down. He lets out a moan at the feeling of your hand on him.

You can feel his dick starting to grow more. You grip it firmer. His chest starts to heave up and down. You bring your face toward his dick. Your gaze is pierced on his, you slowly licking his dick from the base to the tip. He let out a shudder breath. You kiss the tip, then trailing down to the base.

Wrapping one hand around the base of his dick, you put the tip in your mouth and softly sucking on it. You roll your tongue around it, teasing him a little. He groans through his clenched teeth. You lower your head further. Your eyes stay on your boyfriend's face, watching him throw his head back while groaning. Slowly, you move your head up and down his length..

You try to put it all in your mouth, but you fail. The tip already reaches the back of your throat before you can reach the base. You bob your head up and down. You put your hand around the length that couldn’t fit in your mouth, and move it up and down the same rhythm with your head.

With the constant movement of your head, your hair is now covering your face. It bothers your boyfriend, so he moves his hands to reach your hair and gathers it, then he holds it like a ponytail with one of his hands.

His hips thrusting into your mouth, making you gag around him. He enjoys the sound of you slurping and gagging on his dick. Drool escapes your lips and dribbles to your chin. He jerks his hips up faster, hitting the back of your throat. With each thrust, his dick forced its way harder into the back of your throat. With the hand that is on your hair, he pushes your head down to meet his thrust. A tear rolls down your cheek.

He thrusts deeper down your throat, head thrown back, riding out his high. With your nose touching his pelvis, he stops his movement, then you feel a thick substance shooting into the back of your throat. He comes a lot. He keeps himself there as you gag on it. Some of his cum spilling out from the corner of your mouth. His groans were hot, they were hoarse and deep.

Once he pulls out, you try to swallow his cum. With your thumb, you wipe his cum that is dribbling from the corner of your mouth to your chin, then you bring your thumb inside your mouth.

Law is watching the whole scene with heavy breath. “Fuck.” He bends down a little, grabs you by your jaw, and smashes his lips into yours. He can taste himself on you, but he doesn’t care.

He breaks the kiss to catch breaths. He smiles then kisses your forehead. He stands up to pull his pants up. When you are about to stand up as well, he grabs you by your waist and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He starts to walk to the door and leaves his office.

Thanks to you, he sleeps like a baby tonight.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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Forbidden Fruit: Shanks x F!Reader

Tags: nsfw, Modern!AU, AGE GAPS (at one point he mentions he's old enough to be reader's dad), mentions of creampies/breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink, sex toys, and phone sex

Thank you @aces-sweetheart for making this post which inspired me to write this fic!

You were desperate.

After looking for a boyfriend for so long, you were getting frustrated. Boys at your college seemed dull to you, and online dating was a total bust; finding companionship seemed impossible for you.

You wanted something romantic, sure, but right now, you needed something more sexual. You hadn’t been laid in god knows how long, and the sexual energy within you had reached its bursting point.

You thought to yourself as you lay in bed; you could’ve used one of your many toys to get you off, but that was growing old. You wanted someone to be there with you.

You chewed at your lip, trying to decide what to do with your frustrated self.

Until an idea popped into your mind.

Maybe you didn’t have a companion, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t buy some services to replicate the experience.

Immediately you perked up and began searching for online cams and various male voice-over actors you could listen to. 

But after looking at those, you decided that wasn’t quite right either…

That’s when you see a targeted ad about a phone sex hotline. You raised your brows; you had never considered doing something like that before… but the more you thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.

You clicked the number on the search engine page without even thinking it through.

You almost hang up, but you’re greeted by an automated voice.

“Welcome!” It cheerily rings, “You have reached The New World Chat Line! Please select one if you are interested in women, two of you are interested in men.”

You debate hanging up right then, but with shaky fingers, you select ‘two.’

The silence is loud, but eventually, you hear that automated voice again.

“Please select one of our many male operators to chat with!”

The phone begins repeating back various profiles that the men had recorded themselves. There were many different guys, each with their own list of kinks and physical descriptions. You chewed your lip as you listened; some were interesting but not enough to get you to bite the bullet.

That is, until you hear a deep, raspy voice. 

“Hey there,” It starts, “You can call me Akagami. Uh, let’s see, I’ve got red hair, and I’m a little over six foot… I think I’m around six foot six?”

Your eyes bulged; he considered that “a little” over?

“I’m looking for sweet girls that like to play with older men. Real innocent, cute types are perfect for my style of play. I want to guide a girl, teach her everything from how to squirt to how to please me-“

You don’t need to hear anymore. You want this guy now.

Pressing ‘one’ on impulse, the phone begins to ring.

It doesn’t take long before there’s an answer.

“Hey there, sweet thing,” he says it with a familiarity that causes your body to heat up.

“U-Uh, hi-“ you want to smack yourself as your voice comes out way too squeaky and high-pitched.

He laughs on the other end, but you can tell it’s all in good fun, not out of malice.

“And how are you doing today, princess?”

“Uhm,” you pick at the hem of your shirt as you lay on your back, “I’m feeling a bit lonely. I wanted to talk to someone…”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “Is that right? So you decided to talk to me? I’m flattered.”

“Mhm…” you trail off, not sure how to get the ball rolling. 

But fortunately for you, he’s a natural. 

“Honey, you sound a bit young,” he starts, “How old are you?”

“O-Old enough!”

He chuckles, “So you’re a younger girl.”

Your face burns bright red. Were you seriously so obvious that he could read you so easily? 

“Hm, don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me.” He purrs it into the phone, and your body shivers at his tone, “Is this your first time calling for this kind of thing?”

“Um, yeah…”

He chuckles lowly, and your heart skips a beat, “Don’t worry, we can talk about anything you want. It can get sexy, it can get sad, hell, you could just tell me about your day; I’m all ears.”

You smile a bit at his words, your nerves starting to disappear. 

“Well, I called because, like I said, I’m kinda lonely…” you pause as you debate what you want to say, “I’ve been trying to find a boyfriend but no luck…”

You hear him “aww” as he listens, and you talk a bit about your dating struggles, how college has been challenging, and how you’re up to your limit with how sexually frustrated you are. 

“Things can be rough at your age. I remember I had a hard time when I was in college…”

“How old are you?” You chirp up, and he laughs. 

“Curious? I’m 40 now.”

You hummed, “You’re old enough to be my dad.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “I kind of figured that.”

“It’s kinda…” you swallow, unsure how to finish your sentence without dying of shame. 

“Kinda what?” He pushes, and you can practically hear his smirk, “Go ahead.”

Your core lit up at his words, “Even though you’re almost twice my age- no because you’re almost twice my age… it’s really getting me worked up.”

He growls, “Yeah? You like fantasizing about older guys?”

“I-I do-” you whimper, “My dad has a friend… I’ve always found him attractive…”

“Sounds like you’ve always had a thing for older men.”

“Always.”

He groans at that, “Dirty little girl… don’t you know it’s girls like you that make things so tempting for guys like me? We want to take advantage of cute things like you who have no idea what you’re getting into…”

You bite your lip, “But I want you to take advantage of me.”

“Fuck-” he hisses, “Alright, I don’t know if I can take the idle conversation anymore, princess. You’re making me so hard right now.”

You swallow, working up the courage to make the first move, “Can you tell me how hard you are? Please?”

Your core flutters at the grunt that comes from the other end of the line.

“It’s getting really hard, baby. My pants feel so tight right now just listening to your sweet voice say such dirty things.”

He groans, and your ears perk up at the sound of fabric shuffling in the background. Your heartbeat accelerated at the action.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve any discomfort that grew between your legs at his words.

And with that, there’s a click from the phone. 

“Hello?”

“To continue, please enter payment information.”

Shit. Your free minutes ran out. 

You scrambled to grab your wallet on the bedside table and fished out your card. Quickly, you punch in your credit card info before the phone rings again. 

A warm chuckle greets you, “Did I lose you?”

“Yeah-“ you sigh, “I needed to enter some card info.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “I see… don’t worry, I kept your seat nice and warm for you~”

“Thank you,” you laugh, “I appreciate it.”

“Yknow,” he starts, “I bet a slutty little thing like you has a bunch of toys to play with. Why don’t you take one from your collection and use it?”

“O-Okay.”

You whine as you remove your hand from your cunt and get out of bed, pulling out a box from underneath it. You pull out your favorite clitoral vibrator and a basic dildo. You describe to Akagami the toys you’ve chosen.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “Try easing that dildo inside first…”

As you lay on your back, you spread your legs, teasing your hole with the silicone tip. You whimper softly before pushing in and gasping at the intrusion. You’re plenty wet, so the toy slides right in, bottoming out to the suction cup base. 

“I-It’s in- “

“Good, good.” He hums. “Turn on the vibrator now. Make sure it’s on the lowest setting, alright?”

You adjust so that you’re holding the phone between your shoulder and cheek, your dominant hand turning on the vibrator and placing it on your clit. Even though it was only on the first setting, the buzzing made you jump. 

“God, I can just imagine your flustered body writhing…” he laughs, “You said you’re in college, right? Don’t you have roommates you’re worried about?”

You bit your lip, “She won’t be back for a while… I think.”

“Oh? You think?” He teases, “Now you’ve got me thinking about if I was in your dorm room with you…”

“W-Wh-” you try to get your words out, “What would you do if you were here?”

“Mm,” he drawls, “first, I’d kiss my precious princess. Swipe my tongue over your lips before playing with your tongue.”

Your face grows hot, and you wonder what his tongue would taste like. Does he drink? Smoke? Your tongue darts over your lips as you ponder.

“And I’d play with your tits… squeeze them and play with your nipples that I bet are so hard right now.”

You use your free hand to pull at your nipples, which are just as stiff as the older man speculated.

“A-And then what?”

“Eager, are you?” He stifles a laugh, “I like that….”

“Just for you, Daddy.”

A silence lingers, and for a while, you’re worried you might’ve made him uncomfortable. 

But then he speaks. 

“You know, a lot of dorms have security. And even if yours doesn’t, other students will likely see us…” You press your lips together, wondering where he’s taking this, “You think they’d think I’m your father when you lead me to your room? That our relationship is innocent?”

Your eyes flutter shut as he continues, “Or do you think they’d know I’m just there to use your younger body? That I’m just a perverted old man fucking a college girl?”

“I-I-“you stutter, tossing your head back, “I don’t know-“

“Turn up your toy, princess. Let Daddy hear your moans.”

You obey his command immediately as if he’s placed a spell on you. Your finger clicks the button on your toy again, making the vibrations grow stronger. 

“Oh, Daddy-” you sharply gasp, “I need your cock- how big is it? Tell me-“

“Around eight inches when I’m this hard, princess.”

Your mouth watered.

“Never had a dick that big in me before…”

He chuckles, “No?”

“It’s probably too big-“

“Daddy will make it fit.”

You moan openly, your cunt squeezing the dildo inside you at his words. Even though he didn’t give you permission, you turned the toy up one more notch. You bit your lip, knowing you’d get in trouble if he found out. Over the sound of your toy, you hear wet noises coming from his end.

“Would you let Daddy fuck you raw, princess?” He grunts, “Would you let him creampie your little pussy?”

“Yes-“you breathlessly gasp, “Y-Yes, I want it-“

“Mm,” he moans, “You answered that quickly. You could get knocked up, you know.”

As you approach the edge, your breathing goes shallow, “Don’t care, just need you to claim me. I need you to own me-!”

“Fuck-“he draws it out, “I’m gonna make it so you only want Daddy’s dick. None of those little boys at school will be able to compete.”

You whimper and arch your back as your toy happily buzzes away, stimulating you in all the right ways. Your clit throbs and pulses as the toy surrounds it, and your insides tighten around the other toy. 

“I’m so close-“

“That’s good; turn up your toy one more notch.”

“I-I can’t-“

He hums, “A toy that only has two settings? That doesn’t sound right… did you turn it up without permission?”

Your voice trembles, and your legs shake, “Yes, Daddy…”

“Naughty thing,” he tsks, “I’ll allow it this time, but only because we’re both so close-“

Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure overwhelms you. As you approach the end, your legs begin to quiver, and your heart rate is off the charts. Your body tense as your feelings become too much to bear. You needed to cum.

“Daddy, I-I need to cum!” You whimper, “Please let me cum!”

“Ngh-“He grunts, “Cum for Daddy. Squirt your cum all over your cute fingers* 

Your vision goes dark as you cum. Your body seizes, and your toes curl as your back arches off the bed. Your chest heaves, and you hear a low growl from the other end of the phone, “That’s it, that’s it, princess. You sound so pretty when you cum for me.”

“Daddy,” you moan helplessly, “Cum for me too.”

Akagami’s breath grows ragged as he gets closer, “Don’t worry, princess, Daddy isn’t far behind-!”

He lets out a low groan when he cums, and you bite your lip, listening to him. After a few moments, everything grows quiet. 

“I’ll call you again Daddy. Let’s play again soon, okay?”

“Of course, baby. I would love to guide you through another orgasm.”

And with that, you hang up the phone.

[dilf-hunterr]

𝐈𝐳𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐩. 𝟏𝟎𝟓𝟓 - 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐫𝐜

[dilf-hunterr]

[dilf-hunterr]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Finally Alone 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @alexkanroji your 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 bonbon is filled with 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒆, please enjoy the taste of 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

request: @alexkanroji asked: Hi sashi! Could I have a Frisson with matcha for Marco x f! Reader please! | tw: impregnation. love making. vag sex. | wc: 993 | masterlist |

Dancing with the soft rocking motions of the Grandline, you come closer to the first commander of the Shirohige pirates. The Moby Dick has been left by everybody but you two. After it docked, and you made sure you were completely alone, It’s time to have fun, loud, noisy, fun…

“Dr. Marco, I think I’m feeling a little hot” you purr. “Running a fever, my sweet patient?” the phoenix man jokes, fixing his glasses as if he was getting ready to asses you.

You finally get to his arms giggling. A kiss on the crook of his neck and then you look at him. “Yes, I’m sick and I need my medicine ~” you whisper, while you unbutton his sky blue shirt.

Marco smirks, and in a violent, swift motion he lifts you up by your thighs and throws you into the bed. He tops you right after, his hand caresses your face with love and you take his glasses out.

“So, you want my medicine then?” he grunts, with your lower lip trapped in between his teeth. You nod and moan, already feeling your breathing accelerating and you core reacting.

He does not wait; Marco attacks your lips with burning passion. He turns on the flames inside you and all around your tiny little cabin. His skilful doctor’s hands undress you, and his tongue never stops wondering the insides of your mouth.

The phoenix man, that’s always a healer, this time is about to break you with his hardness grazing against your sex. Dry humping as he kisses and bites your neck. As you pull from his blond hair, accompanying his lustful bites and nibbles with whines and whimpers.

Your legs surround his waist, your heel pressing his hips more and more against yours. And all you want is for the fabric that separates you two to be finally out of the middle.

“You are so…” he mumbles, during those moments when you both stop to take air. “Desperate? Yes, for you. Get inside me already~” you plead, playing with your index on his lips.

Marco closes his eyes. The poor man had been shot with a big dose of concupiscence coming from his beloved wife and he is sure he can’t stop himself once he open them again.

A deadly smirk garnishes his face, and a little shiver runs through your spine… Those hips will leave you unable to walk later, you are sure of that.

In a second you are free from your pants. And as he begins unbuttoning his, you help him pull his jeans down with your feet. Feet he traps in his hand and kisses the bridges of them. “You want to put them over my shoulders?” he asks, because he knows you very well.

“Ye- yes, go deeper this time” you moan, resting now your heels over his shoulders.

Marco scoffs, he is desperate to go inside you as much as you are. Before he does, he pumps a few times his shaft, drizzling with his pre cum your slit, making you shiver by the runny feeling of that glorious elixir.

He guides himself into you. Marco plays with your entrance up and down, and around but still he doesn’t fully penetrates you. The doctor is having fun, and you can’t stop squirming to get him to go deeper and deeper.

“You want me so bad, right my love?” he asks, going in and out just by your entrance. You wanna punch him sometimes, and your nails carve into the sheets of your bed. Truth is that even if he isn’t fully inside you, you are in heaven already with those little thrusts he gives you.

But he knows you, he wants to impale you… and while he plays dumb, he does making you throw your head back and say “fuck, Marco!”

He laughs, and goes even deeper, putting all his body weight on your legs, pulling them back until they reach your ears. You discovered how flexible you can be, or maybe it’s just the fact that you want him to fuse with you.

His hips move in and out of you, going hard, filling the room with the splashy noises of your juices and his skin hitting against yours. Moaning and pleading for him to “don’t stop” is all you can do, besides enjoying the way your walls stretch receiving his dick.

And, as everything has a peak, pleasure does too. You are about to reach climax, he is too. Marco is well aware of what to do now, but, does he really want to pull out? He doesn’t.

A doctor like him, who has brought so many children to this world, seems to be in need of one of his own… and you, my darling, are the perfect one to be the mother of his kids.

“Will you take my cum?” he asks, in between panting, as your climaxing walls spasms milk his sex. You widen your eyes; he is asking you to finally…

“Let me impregnate you, make you really damn pregnant. I wanna be a dad, I want- ngh- you to be the mother of my child ~” he finishes, feeling the unstoppable eruption of pleasure from within his guts.

You smirk, and when he finally lets go of your legs you cross them around him. “You ain’t going anywhere until I can call you daddy”

Marco takes a big gasp of air. Closes his eyes, opens them back again and kisses your lips, sealing the perfect climax for him, for you…

You feel the warm bathing sensation of his release, seed that fills you up until you feel like exploding, like bursting. He repeatedly mentions how much he loves you, with his lips pressed against yours.

You close your eyes, enjoying his breathing normalizing next to your ear.

“Hopefully it will take more than one attempt...” You joke, caressing his back as you both rest.

“You naughty wife... 💖”

[dilf-hunterr]

Me with Doffy when he finally escapes Impel Down:

[dilf-hunterr]

I've been feeling sick lately, can you help me doc? 🤒

from Pinterest

[dilf-hunterr]

Shanks: *sad & venting*

You: Damn! That’s crazy! Want me to suck your dick?

Shanks: I AM LITERALLY EXPRESSING MY EMOTIONS!

You: My bad

Shanks: It’s fine *unbuttons those ugly ass pants* I can multitask.

[dilf-hunterr]

Playing with Shanks' Hair

♧: One character playing with the other's hair

Disturbing your peace, Shanks plopped down in bed next to you. Half amused, you turned towards him.

"Comfortable?" you questioned.

"Yeah, although it could be better."

Without letting you ask what he meant by that, Shanks shoved his face into your lap.

"Really? Is this your plan?" you joked.

"Yes!" he declared with a grin.

"Tsk, you're impossible."

"You love me though."

You hit his chest playfully, causing Shanks to laugh.

After a tender moment of silence, he almost shyly asked: "Can you give me head scratches?"

His tone was so soft and gentle you could not refuse. With a small smile, you looked away and let your fingers slip in between his locks. Closing your eyes, you let your head lean against the wall. The sound of waves hitting the ship was relaxing. You could feel your body every so slightly being swayed.

You could have fallen asleep. If it wasn't for a sudden and loud snore bringing you back down on earth.

You looked down and saw Shanks sleeping, mouth wide open. A chuckle escaped you at the sight. Rolling your eyes in amusement, you leaned your head back against the wall, still scratching Shanks' hair.

[dilf-hunterr]

Op men when their s/o asks to choke them

Characters: Law, Crocodile, Smoker (can do more on request) CW: NSFW content, chocking, creampie (no breeding kink included), rough sex (Crocodile part), size kink, minor errors. Notes: got inspired by last night with my s/o, these are my favourite three characters in OP, I hope you enjoy this! I am Italian so I'm sorry if phrases don't sound so fluent, I'm trying my best to improve my writing 💕

Trafalgar Law

You were taking him so well, his pace going faster and faster and his hips bouncing on you. His hands were holding yours over your head and his eyes were set on you, as to tell how much he wanted to bury himself inside of you. His moans were becoming loud as if he was almost there, you could also tell it by the stiffness of his muscles tensing above you. Seeing him like that was making you lose your mind, you could feel your peak coming right like his, clenching your walls against his hard cock. But you wanted more, something inside you wanted him to grab you by the neck while fucking you so well, like you were all his. At the moment it was really difficult to put words together since you were lost in pleasure, the only thing escaping from your mouth were moans. "L-Law..." you tried to say, he was watching directly at you and supposed you wanted him to stop so he lowered his pace. "No, please continue" you immediately said, in the meantime you let his hands go from the grip over your head. You grabbed gently his wrist bringing his hand over your neck. He understood in less than a second what you wanted, so he tightened his grip on your neck a little bit, just to let you know you were all his. His pace returned to be fast and powerful, your eyes watering for this kind of pleasure that made you want more and more of his thrusts. Law was feeling in control and this sensation made him lose his mind. You were so close to your climax and he could feel it too, so he closed his hand on your neck more knowing how much you liked it like this. That thing sent you over the edge, you reached your peak and so he did in the same moment, feeling your insides milking his stiff cock inside of you. He loosened his grip and kissed you softly on the lips a moment after, changing his attitude from tough to sweet in a second. He laid up hugging you waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms, needless to say, he was smiling for having discovered this new kink of yours.

Sir Crocodile

The sound of your ass hitting against his skin was filling the room, you were bouncing on him with your hips, taking all of his large cock inside of you. It was kind of unusual for such a man to lay down and watch you fuck yourself with his cock, for once you were the one in charge. You could move with ease in this position, choosing to take him deep further inside or not, teasing him. This thing was making Crocodile upset, he didn't like this kind of game. You were smirking at him, taking just the tip of his dick to see him irritating. Maybe you were playing too much with him because all of a sudden he decided to turn the tables coming on top of you. You didn't expect him to react in such a way, but somehow you wanted to feel him make you his in any way possible. He was laying on top of your back, sticking his aching cock between your thighs in your wet cunt from behind. A loud groan came from his mouth the moment he entered you, finally able to decide the rhythm of the thrusts. You were between the mattress and his body and feeling his weight all over you made you want him to choke you at that moment. You tilted your head slightly to the side since it was pounded into the mattress. You could barely see his face from that position but you didn't need to see him for asking such a thing. "Choke me," you said firmly, Crocodile wasn't waiting for more, he put his large hand on your neck squeezing it and thrusting his cock deeper in you the moment he grabbed you. You were so full of him, at that moment you thought that if this was his reaction you were going to ask him to choke you every single time. You couldn't help but smile being fucked so roughly and deep by your man.

Smoker

"F-fuck, you're so tight…" Smoker said breathing heavily above you. His large cock was stretching your insides as if it were your very first time, which it wasn't. He was so big compared to you, his muscles covered by a thin layer of sweat due to fucking you so passionately. You were under him, chest to chest and hugging him trying to grab his back with your hands but it was kinda difficult because of his size. Even though you had just begun, he was almost at his limit, maybe because of how your cunt was wrapping his cock or because he was madly in love with you. His thrusts were so deep and slow, his pace was killing you and you wanted more even though you were almost crying in pleasure. Smoker's mouth was kissing your neck making you moan, suddenly he bit it gently, and that thing made your thoughts come out of your mouth. "Please choke me…" you said whispering in his ear. He stopped for a moment, this kind of request sounded completely new to him, even though he was a really big man he was soft on the inside. Smoker looked at you in the eyes to understand if that was what you wanted, he seemed confused so you decided to help him bring his large hand over your neck. His cheeks blushed a bit seeing you smile under his soft grip. He understood you were comfortable in it so he tightened his grip a little bit making you moan and starting again to thrust his cock inside of you. "You like it like that baby?" he whispered, you didn't need to answer because your moans were speaking for you. His rhythm was getting faster and you could feel him at his limit, also the lack of air was taking you almost there. Smoker leaned down on your mouth to kiss you while still grabbing you by your neck, his tongue was craving yours and the hotness of that kiss brought you both to your climax. Your nails dug into his back while you were creaming on his cock as he did the same in you with his cum. A second after he lay on you almost squishing you into the mattress, but you loved how you could feel him so close like that. "I didn't expect you could like such a thing, but I think I may like it too," he said kissing you on your forehead.

[dilf-hunterr]

Somebody Else • Law x Fem!reader • (NSFW)

CW: Smut (Fingering, stimulation, penetration, creampie, semi public sex ish(secluded area), Takes place in Zou, Mostly told through Law’s perspective, Jealousy, slight argument, Cursing, Exes to Lovers, Law is in denial about his feelings.

Author’s Note: A little inspiration from the song Somebody Else by The 1975. Hope y’all enjoy!

🎵”I hate to think about you with somebody else” 🎵

*MDNI*

No, I don’t want her

Law hadn’t seen you since he left on his mission to Punk Hazard.

Things have been different since Law broke things off between you two. You kept your distance from each other after it happened. The last time you even spoke to him was when he was saying his goodbyes to the crew and you gave him an awkward good luck.

It was for the best.

Law had no business pursuing a relationship with you. It was foolish. You would only be a distraction.

At least that’s what he spent many nights telling himself whenever he couldn’t sleep, mind consumed with thoughts about you. It was easier to push these thoughts out of his mind when he was far away, but now that he has reunited with you and his crew in Zou, it is becoming extremely difficult to ignore them.

The straw hat pirates, the minks, and the heart pirates were all gathered at a banquet, sharing laughs, chowing down on Cat Viper’s lasagna, and drinking to their hearts content. Despite all the commotion going on around Law, his eyes centered on you. You were just as radiant as he remembered, even more so in the dress you were wearing that showed off all your curves perfectly.

No, I am not into her.

You were sitting and conversing with the green haired swordsman from the Straw Hats. He couldn’t help but notice the way your lips perked up and smiled at Zoro. The same smile that used to instantly brighten Law’s day no matter how shitty he was feeling.

Or the way your hand gently touched Zoro’s shoulder. The same hands that used to gently caress Law whenever he was feeling overwhelmed with stress. The same hands that would lovingly run through his hair when you two would share tender kisses. The same hands that used to clutch at his back, digging into him as he rocked his hips into y-

No, I don’t miss her.

Law shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He downed the glass of sake in his hand, trying to rid the dirty memory of you from his mind. He tried to divert his attention elsewhere but no matter what, it always found it’s way back to you. He was getting agitated watching how close you two were being.

He continued to watch you and the swordsman laugh and chat, his patience growing thinner by the second. It wasn’t until Zoro leaned into you and whispered in your ear causing you to giggle that Law finally snapped.

Before he knew it, his lips were uttering a “Takt” and the mug of sake that Zoro was clutching in his hand was now hovering over his head. With a flick down of Law’s finger, the mug tipped and spilled the alcohol all over Zoro, causing the two of you to jump up from your spot. The sniper from the straw hats and a couple minks that were sitting near you two were staring, mouth agape at the scene before them.

Shit. Why did i do that?

Zoro was seething, face flushed red not only from embarrassment but also rage from his sake going to waste.

“Oi, Tra-guy! What the hell is your problem?!”

Zoro starts to unsheathe his sword from its place on his hip. But before Zoro could approach Law, you stepped in between the two men with your arms up, facing the swordsman. Zoro halted and glared at you.

“No, don’t! Uhm, can you excuse us please ”, you said to the swordsman before grabbing Law by the wrist.

Before either of them could protest, you were dragging Law away to a secluded area behind one of the abandoned houses.

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“What the hell was that, Law?”, you huffed, arms crossed glaring at him.

Law knew he shouldn’t have done that but for some reason it brought him satisfaction seeing the swordsman drenched in sake. He doesn’t know why it pissed him off seeing you with him.

“Did I interrupt your flirting?”, Law deadpanned.

You scoff at him.”Even if we were flirting, why do you give a shit?”

“I don’t”, Law spat, before turning his back about to walk away from you.

No, I don’t care

Law couldn’t be here with you. It was already hard enough around other people, but it was worse now that he’s alone with you.

“You know, you don’t get to do that”

Law stopped in his tracks, still faced away from you but he could hear the frustration in your voice. He stayed silent, not knowing what to say in response to that. Your frustration grows at his lack of a response and before you know it you were pouring your heart out.

“I don’t get it, Law! YOU broke up with ME, remember? And then you just treat me like I’m a stranger! Like what we had meant nothing to you. Then you leave for months and when you come back you start acting like a jealous prick. I-I just don’t fucking get it”

Towards the end of your rant, your voice started to shake and tears started to form making your vision blurry. You wrap your arms around yourself, tilting your head down as you start to sob.

Damnit

Law turned around to face you once he heard your whimpers and sniffles. It was almost like his body acted on instinct, because before he knew it, he was right in front of you, reaching his hands on either side of your cheeks, lifting your face up to be met with your puffy eyes. His thumbs wiped the tears that stained your cheeks.

No, I can’t do this

But the way you looked up at him, even with your eyes puffy and glossed with tears he swore he could get lost in them. The way your soft skin felt against the palm of his hands. The way your lips quivered from your whimpers. You were so breathtaking to him.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, with both hands cupping your cheeks, he bent his face down closer to your face, smashing his lips against yours.

You brought your arms up to his chest and he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you wrap your arms around him, allowing yourself to melt in the kiss. Law hums in relief against your lips before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You slightly open, allowing your tongues to mold against each other. You moan against his lips.

Man, did i miss this

He was sure he would never feel your lips again. For a while, he thought he could live without it. But seeing you with that damn swordsman proved him wrong. He hated seeing you with somebody else. Hated thinking about somebody else getting to kiss you like this. To touch you. To fuck you.

The kiss got more desperate, both of you moaning against each others mouths, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He pressed you against the back of the building wall, finally breaking the kiss both of you panting, trying to catch your breathes.

Law brought his head down to your neck, sucking harshly and nipping at the certain spot on your neck he knew was your weakness. You let out a moan as he attacked your neck. You reach your hand down to palm his bulge through his jeans, causing him to hiss against your neck. He ran his hands down your hips, down to your thighs before riding up your dress, revealing your panties that were stained with your arousal.

He slipped your panties down to your knees and without a warning, plunged two of his digits into you making you moan loudly. Law immediately brought his other hand up, shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you. You whimper around his fingers as he continued to pump his fingers in an out of you, admiring the squelching sounds of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” He groaned, before taking his fingers out of your mouth to tug down the straps to your dress, exposing your bare breasts. He brought his mouth to suck and nip at your nipples while his fingers continued to scissor inside your wet hole. You were biting back moans, legs starting to shake from the stimulation from his mouth on your nipples and his fingers reaching that sweet spot inside of you. You were getting close and more desperate.

“Fuck me, Law!”, you whine.

Law was just as desperate to feel all of you. He removed his soaked fingers from your pussy leaving you to clench around nothing. He starts to unbuckle his pants and pull both his jeans and underwear down with one hand. His long cock springs out, bobbing slightly. He is painfully hard, leaking with pre cum. He needed to be inside you. Once he got a taste of you, his body couldn’t get enough.

Fuck, I want her. I want her so bad

You looked into his eyes darkened with lust, admiring his handsome features. All you wanted was him, not caring who could hear or see you two. All you wanted was him inside you.

“Law, please”, you whimpered, growing impatient.

She needs me. And I need her just as bad

Law didn’t waste a second after that, he hooked an arm under your thigh lifting you slightly against the wall. You clutch your arms around his neck for support as he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly brought you down on his dick, making you throw your head back. Your soaking wet cunt allowed him to slide inside you with ease.

“Sh-shit” Law breathed out, eyes crunched at the overwhelming pleasure of your walls clenching around him.

Your pussy felt like heaven to him. Law silently cursed himself for being such a fool. No one else could make him feel this way. Nobody else deserved to feel you the way he did.

He started to pump inside of you at a moderate pace, savoring the feeling of you. But you were very impatient. After months of missing Law and his cock you wanted more and you wanted it now.

“Harder, Law! Faster!”

Law used to tease you and used to love making you beg for him, but at this moment he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was so painfully close and he needed the release.

He lifted you up off his dick until only the tip was inside you before slamming you back down on him, making you cry out. He continued to buck his hips against you at a ruthless pace, losing all control.

“Fuck, ah, Y/N-ya, you feel so fucking good”, He growled.

Both you two were moaning and cursing as Law fucked you against the wall, completely lost in each other. You clutched his back desperately as he continued abusing your cunt. His length was hitting that spot deep inside you over and over again and you could feel your stomach tightening.

“L-Law I’m gonna, ah!”

Your legs started to shake as you came undone around him, coating his cock with your juices. Law continued to fuck you through your high, desperately chasing his as his thrusts became more sporadic and uneven.

With a deep groan, he came deep inside you, pumping a few times through his orgasm before pulling out of you. You almost fell if it wasn’t for his strong hold he had of you.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, both you panting trying to catch your breathes. You two stood there, clutching each other not wanting to part from one another. You gave Law a lazy smile, feeling like you could stay forever like this.

Law absolutely loved your fucked out expression. He loved the soft sighs coming from your lips. He loved holding you close to him. He loved everything about you. He couldn’t deny it any longer.

I love her

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Author’s note: AHHH I finally finished it. This has took me so long to finish but it’s done and I am satisfied. Request from: @valval08 hope you like it 💓