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10/31 - Agere August

Lucci

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[hethia]

content. mdni 18+

fwb, threesome, loss of virginity

fratboy! eren who finally helps nerd! armin get some pussy by inviting him into you and eren's link.

 "he said he'll be here soon." eren mumbled from behind you, his hand pushing your face further into the sheets from behind. you had already started before armin had even got there, eren's lack of patience both amazing and troublesome. his hips pistoned into your leaking cunt, lips landing a quick kiss between your shoulders. "this pussy drives me nuts, baby. can't imagine how armin'll feel bein' inside you." he muttered, groaning softly into your skin and hissing as your gooey walls pulled him in closer, your moans caught deep into the pillows. the edges of his lips turned upward in a smile when your fingers reached underneath your bodies to toy with your aching clit, your body twitching and your eyes rolling into the darkness of the back of your head. breath caught in his throat, dick twitching inside your tightening walls. his hand turned your skin pink on impact, landing a hit on your behind.

 "that's a good girl.. gonna cum in you. look so pretty stuffed with my cum." he purred with a dry mouth, tip pressing a kiss right up to your cervix before spilling. feeling the warmth in your tummy, he poured thick white into your soft insides. you choked, toes curling and cum just barely overflowing your greedy cunt, a drop and maybe a few leaking onto the sheets.

 armin who purposefully arrives late out of pure anxiety, but just in time to open eren's room door to see sweaty, naked figures. he couldn't believe his eyes. armin who's secretly always had a crush on you gulping nervously, toying with his cargo short pockets and tried his hardest to not look at your fucked out face staring straight at him in slight shock with your cunt still stuffed full.

 "o—oh! m—maybe i should g—go.." he shifted uncomfortably on his feet, trying to ignore the slow tightening in his boxers.

 "close the door." eren interrupted his best friends thinking, breathing out deeply while, inch by inch, he pulled his cock out of you. armin almost jumped at the sight, audibly gasping. "shhhittt... look at that." he beckoned armin's gaze, landing yet another hand on your ass before using two fingers to part the soaked lips of your pussy, letting his cum slowly drip out of you regardless of his expensive sheets, not bothering to cover up the deep groan resonating in his chest. your hips swerved in sensitivity, cunt unconsciously clenching and squeezing more liquid out of you with a whimper. armin could only watch in absolute awe as it dripped out of you in thick beads of white, face burning red and drool pooling in his mouth, completely entranced as eren's tongue dipped into your cum coated hole for a taste. he hummed in satisfaction.

 "eren—" you began to whine before being cut off by a slap to your thigh.

 "shhh, baby. armin's got you." he snickered, pushing armin near you with a rough shove. "shouldn't keep her waiting." he whispered naughtily into his friends red ears and happily galloped his way in front of you, red hot tip poking at your lip gloss covered lips. he could never help but stare with his cock teasing your tongue, tapping it against your taste buds. his thumb ran affectionately over your cheek, slowly pushing in the length of his cock into your mouth.

 you moaned with a full mouth, feeling him knock the back of your throat. behind you, a shaking armin fiddled messily with his clothes. he felt sick, knots in his stomach. eren gave him a chance, but it was a chance with you. he didn't know if he'd ever get it again. he wasn't even sure of what to do, he's only watched porn.. and a shit ton of it, fucking his fist to it every night for hours over and over.

 "i—is this actually okay?" he kneeled uncomfortably behind you, now half naked from the hips down and his cock flinging against your skin, settling between the dip of your ass. eren's tongue clicked, his fingers running through your hair to finally grip it into a mess of a ponytail. unable to speak, your hips swayed in encouragement as you gagged on eren, your fingers teasing armin's leaking cock as your arm reached behind you. armin practically squeaked, hands falling to your hips in a panic.

 "I'll fuck her again for you if you won't." eren teased, voice under strain with your nose bumping into his pubic mound, gagging loudly. you'd roll your eyes if they weren't already on the brink of doing so, attempting to gently lead armin in. his nails unconsciously dug into your hips, hands trembling and a whine breaking through once his tip fully pushed through your tight ring of muscles.

 "oh my god.." the nerdy blonde huffed weakly, unable to resist the warmth of your wet walls. he began to sink into the heat of your cunt, already stuttering curses mindlessly. sweat fell from his eyebrow at the clench of your cunt once he reached a hilt, pelvis flat against you. his hips reeled back slowly, jaw dropping. he tried to memorize the feeling of your sweet cunt, savoring the moment of the delicious grip you had on him and his cock. he almost forgot eren was in the room with you two, even as eren fucked your throat silly.

 intense green eyes refused to part with yours, soft whispers of both compliments and degrading comments. never not vocal, he drowned you in sweet words even when he destroyed you, admiring the spit covering his cock and dripping down your chin and the pretty tears falling down your cheeks.

 "think armin's fallin in love with that pussy of yours." he scoffed playfully, leaving your gaze quickly to observe his friend buried in your cunt. "you're mine though.. all mine." he grunted, twitching wildly on your tongue, leaving a burst of flavor in your mouth and down your throat. almost struggling to swallow everything he poured down your throat, you coughed softly with drops of cum slipping down your chin as he pulled out.

 with your mouth finally empty of eren, your moans echoed back at the man behind you. the pace finally picked up, his glasses fogged and drool seeping from his mouth and dripping down his bottom lip. he watched his cock drive into your soaked cunt, leaving him covered in eren's cum that was stuffed deep inside of you, finding it strangely erotic to be stuffing another man's cum back into your pussy. the obscene slosh with each movement was like music to his ears and the sight incomparable to anything he's ever seen. 

 "feels so good.." he sniffled, glasses fallen halfway down his nose while his hips hammered into you much unlike his behavior when he first came in.

 "armin—" you started, nails digging into the sheets, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

 "don't! i—i'll cum if you say my name like th—that!" he gasped, lifting his shirt to bite into the fabric, exposing his stomach and keeping the annoying clothing out of the way. "can i— can i cum inside?" he groaned into his shirt, the pit in his stomach beginning to churn. your teary eyes gazed to eren, who had a glare set on armin.

 "absolutely not." eren stated plainly, interlocking his fingers with yours when your orgasm washed over you, allowing you to squeeze him tight. your cunt pulsed tightly, suffocating him in an addictive bear grip. the blonde yelped with a lump in his throat and much to his disappointment, he had pulled out just in time to spill all over your back, body shaking in ecstasy. he felt brain dead, short circuiting in exhaustion while he had the longest orgasm he's ever had, eyes rolling back.

 "mmfffgg..." his jaw clenched harder, unable to keep himself stable with his hands on your hips, head hanging forward. "love it.. could do this every day."

 "don't push it.”

smut drop bc i haven't been active lately ;p

[hethia]

anon asked : Hii hii!! Can you write some smutty HCs for Doflamingo, Crocodile, Rob Lucci as brat tamer, how they would deal with a brat s/o. Like, how they would punish her after she’s been a brat. I picture these guys having a dom/sub dynamic with their s/o and I’m curious about a scenario with a  brat girl!  Female reader. And anon omg please. Thank you! 

Of course dear anon, I can, I aim to serve and bring your ideas to life, as much as possible. v⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Your clearly picked the right guys for this prompt, even if I struggled a bit on the Lucci’s part so it’s shorter than the other! And I cleary got carried away on Doffy’s part, but he’s one of my favorite villains, I just can’t help myself! I hope you will enjoy your reading, thank you for your request! 

CW : f!reader, NSFW, MDNI, dom/sub dynamic, specific CW are listed under each characters

WC : 2,3k

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile and Rob Lucci as brat tamer 

Doflamingo — The Playful and Sadist one 

CW : restriction, shibari, bondage, choking, creative use of DF, deep throat, nipples play, dirty talk, degradation, gagging, hair pulling, oral sex (Doflamingo receiving), size king, breath play, slight spanking, rough sex, v sex  

Doflamingo is conflicted: he likes having a brat partner because he craves control, domination, to tame you, to hunt you, and to make you regret. Someone too obedient is just annoying in his opinion. What’s the point in having a toy you cannot break, just a little? On the flip side, you’re such a brat it sometimes really gets on his nerves. How can you still have the guts to tease and disrespect him? Does he have to be even meaner to you when he punishes you? He doesn’t have the answer, but fine, it means he can have his fun with you. You’re both enjoying the situation, so what’s wrong? 

And today, you acted like a brat so brace yourself. 

Look at you. Trapped by all the strings. Totally naked in front of him. He’s lying on the bed while you’re in the air, his strings tightly wrapped around your body in a suspending shibari pose. You're starting to get sore. Your limbs are numb. And he knows it. 

“Looks like my little bird is trapped in my cage again.” 

He’s taking his sweet time, waiting for the moment your eyes will lose that bratty attitude of yours. His long fingers are fidgeting as the strings loosen up or tighten on some parts of your body. And finally, he releases you and with one movement, just like if you were nothing but a puppet, you’re on the bed. Unable to move. Still restricted. Totally naked when he’s wearing his luxury pink coat, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. 

He looks at the provocation in your eyes, and then, his gaze slides, admiring your body. His big hands are suddenly on your perky breasts, pinching hard one of your nipples. 

“What should I do today? Do I need to break your wings, little bird?”

“So what? You’re going to punish me again? Spooky.” You just can’t help but provoke him to see how far he will go.

Doflamingo’s eyes narrow playfully as he lean closer to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I’m not going to punish you, little bird. I’m going to do much worst. You will cry. I’ll ruin you. And I’ll enjoy every second of this little game. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude up, shall we?” 

“Yeah, let’s see”, you answer proudly. 

You can do nothing but take it; the strings are too tight. Doflamingo’s smirk as he roughly grabs your breast, pinching your nipple harder before biting it. 

With calculated moves, he undoes his pants, revealing his hard, long, veiny cock. You can’t help but gulp anytime you see it: it’s so fucking big, leaking with precum, ready to ravage your insides and leaves you sore for days. 

But still feeling cocky, you say “I’ve already seen your dick, I’m not frightened." 

Doflamingo’s smirk turns into a full-blown grin at your little act of bravado. With one single movement, he changes your position on the bed so you’re no longer on the bed, but kneeling, on the cold ground. “Open your mouth, brat. Since you don’t want to shut up, I’ll force you too. Gonna fuck your throat until you choke on my cum” 

 He doesn’t give you time to react before he thrusts into your mouth without warning. “Suck it,” he orders harshly, holding your head in place as he slams into your mouth. The more you choke, gag, drool on his cock, the more turned on he’s… and the more you are too. 

Doflamingo pulls your hair, enjoying how red your cheeks are as you finally lose your bratty composure. You let out little noises each time he pushes his cock deep into your throat. He slides in and out, his member glistening with your saliva. You can feel him hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you choke even more. 

With a pleased expression, he wipes the drool from your chin with his thumb. Suddenly, he pinches your nose. “Let’s see how long you can last without breathing, brat,” he says as he continues to fuck your mouth, rough, harsh, with deadly precision. You struggle to breathe, and Doflamingo allows you to gasp for air only when he feels you’re at your limit. And when he cum inside you, he pinches your nose again, forcing you to gag on his cock and on his cum as you swallow his hot seed.

But it’s not over. He pushes you, his cock still hard and his length all wet with your saliva. But you don’t have the time to watch him, he brutally turns you, using his DF to force you on the ground, ass up, chest down, wrists tied behind your back. “Lift that ass up properly” he orders with a rough spank as you finally obey without any more provocation.

He spreads your ass cheeks, even without seeing him, you can feel his gaze and you whimper. He rubs his cock against your wet slit and suddenly slams his massive cock into your tight pussy, making you scream and claw at the ground. “Take it.” He hisses, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back, so he can watch closely your expression. He continues to pound into you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust. “You’re not getting any sympathy from me. That’s what you get for acting like a brat.” 

He enjoys how you whine, moan, scream, claws at the ground, the way your ass giggles with each rough thrust. 

“I’m sorry” you finally say.

“Too late. You’re going to take every inch of my cock until I say stop.”

Crocodile — The Strict One

Crocodile isn’t like Doflamingo. He’s strict and likes his partner to be calm and obedient. And somehow, he fell for you: a brat to the bones. But it’s fine, he likes to control, order, tame, and assert his dominance. 

And right now, he’s waiting for you. You’ve been a nuisance all day long, teasing him, disobeying, failing on purpose every time he ordered you something. He’s sitting on his expansive leather chair, smoking his cigar. As soon as you enter his office, he looks you up and down with disdain. “Close the door behind you.” He watches as you do as he says. “And now, take off your clothes.” 

You can’t help yourself but improvise a striptease instead of just following his order. Crocodile’s face stays stoic, unamused, and strict. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms and watching your every move. He knows you will get bored eventually. And that’s what happens. So you finally take all of your clothes and stand naked in front of him.

“Now what?” You ask with this insufferable bratty attitude. 

“Come closer.” You comply, curious. “You know what’s going to happen.” 

With fake innocence, you answer “No, what?” 

Crocodile smokes in silence, taking his sweet time. The atmosphere in the piece is heavy, dark. “Over my knee. Now.” He orders with his low, deep voice. 

His free hand is slowly caressing the soft, naked skin of your ass as he enumerates all the mistakes you did today, all the times you acted like a brat. “48. You acted like a brat 48 times today. So you’ll take your punishment and count. If you fail, we will start again until you learn how to count.” 

Suddenly, his hand is not on your skin anymore. It hits your bottom cheek. Hard. Rough. Merciless. You scream and forget to count. Crocodile is pitiless. “Fine. We start again.” 

He spanks you even harder and you yell “one”. Another slap. “Two”. 

Crocodile is glad. You’re not a brat anymore. You’re taking the punishment you deserve. You're a little brat, and he will tame you again and again, until you learn lessons, if you even learn them one day. 

He can feel your tears soaking on his pants, but he doesn’t mind. He spanks hard, making sure you’re counting, never misses his target, making sure all your ass will be all burned and red at the end. And even smoking from time to time. His hand lands firmly and relentlessly on your bottom until it’s all red. When you finally count “48”, he stops and rests his hand on your sore bottom. 

“It’s not over”, he warns you. 

You feel the smoke of his cigar as his other hand makes its way on your body. And then, he slides two fingers inside your wet pussy. His fingers slide inside you easily. “You were crying and screaming, but still, you’re all wet. Did you enjoy yourself that much?’ He doesn’t wait for your answer and moves his fingers in and out, slowly, painfully slow. You moan in pleasure and when he notices it, he curls his fingers in this way that makes you cum. But each time you feel yourself close to the release, he stops and denies your orgasm. “Bad girls aren’t allowed to cum.” 

You’re almost crying in frustration and even more when Crocodile takes off his fingers covered in your arousal. He stuffed them in your mouth. “That’s the closest thing you get to an orgasm tonight.”

And without ceremony, he pushes you from his knee. Your bottom is aching, your pussy clenching around nothing and your mind full of frustration. Crocodile slowly unbuckled his belt, still smoking from time to time. He undoes his pants and releases his hard, thick cock.

“Open”

You obey, still hoping he will finally call you a good girl and give you the release you're hoping for. As you start to suck him, Crocodile enjoys himself, comfortably seated in his chair, smoking and even starting to read some administration’s papers. One of his hands is sometimes guiding your head, forcing you to deepthroat him. You gag at his length, moan, tears prickles at the corner of your eyes. He guides you up and down his length, while continuing to work.

No orgasm for you tonight. You’ll be his plaything until he’s done with his work.

Rob Lucci — The Sadist One

CW : claws/scratch, slight use of DF, usage of switch, discipline, slight blood, degradation

Lucci is waiting for you at his office in the CP9. You’re already two minutes late. He will make you pay. He already added it to all the unpleasant things you did throughout the day. You’re both working together, and for you, it’s the perfect occasion to play a bit with your partner and act like a brat. Lucci never reacts to your little game in public, but damn, he takes notes. Holds grudge. You’re going to pay.

As you storm into his office without even knocking, he doesn’t look at you and still reads his papers. Time flies. “Lucci, I’m here,” you mumble with an annoyed tone.

“First, you’re late. Second, you enter without knocking. Last, you’re talking without authorisation. I thought you were done with being stupid for today.” The words are cold, in a calm tone, but undeniable authority.

You shrug, wink at him and sit on his desk. “Looks like I made another mistake. Please, boss, don’t fire me”, you plead with a pout.

Lucci’s eyes snap up from his documents. His expression darkens when he sees you sitting casually at his desk, completely ignoring the rules of decorum. He sets his pen down slowly. “Get off this desk.”

“Or what?”

A dangerous glint appears in Lucci’s eyes at your defiance. He slowly stands up, his tall frame towering over you. His voice is a whisper, “Don’t make me ask twice.”

You notice his nails slowly turning into long claws and decide to comply, at least for now. Lucci's expression doesn’t soften anyway.

“Bend over the desk.”

As you obey, you can hear Lucci walking slowly. It seems like he’s grabbing something before coming back to you. As you notice the switch, you giggle. “You’re such a cliché. A feline with a kink for whip and switch.”

Lucci doesn’t answer. With his voice still measured, but also low, dangerous as the feline he’s hiding inside him, he whispers to your ears. “This is going to hurt.”

You don’t have the time to say anything, Lucci yanks your skirt down and with an expert move, he brings the switch down hard across your exposed butt. It leaves a red mark on your skin and you yelp.

“Silence,” he orders, before striking again. He’s taming you. That’s the word. Literally. Striking with precision. Manhandling you every time you dare to move or try to escape his punishment. You put yourself in this situation. You can only blame yourself now. Each strike leaves a burning sensation on your skin. He watches your moves closely like a predator chasing a prey, anticipating your attempts to dodge and blocking them. “Stay still.”

You lost the count, it feels like he’s punishing you for an eternity. But when he finally carefully drops the switch on the desk, you’re a crying mess. But it’s not over. Lucci grabs roughly your shoulders, his claws digging into your skin and leaving a slight trail of blood. You yelp.

Lucci presses his body against you, you can feel how hard he’s, how much he wants to fuck you like the beast he hides inside. He bites your neck and you let out a little moan of both surprise and pleasure. Lucci undoes his pants and tosses your panties to the side. His hard cock teases your pussy, but when you try to push it inside, he refuses.

“You’ve been acting like a fool. Decided to play dumb. And now you want me? It’s not going to happen, little slut.” He forces you to stay still, on your feet, with a burning ass and sits back at his desk. And in front of you, he’s touching yourself, his hands sliding along his length. And all you can do is think about how good he would have been to feel him inside of you.

But you weren’t a good girl.

[hethia]

╰➤Riding Them || One Piece

featuring: doflamingo, corazon, buggy, mihawk and ace // female! reader

a/n: finally a third part for this series!! thanks for the love and support guys!! <33!! // hugs and kisses to everyone!! uwu

summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 1 ,, part 2

warnings: doflamingo, nsfw, riding, buggy being a bottom, mihawk being a top, face fucking.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Doflamingo

This man is ruthless whenever you’re riding him and despite him being the bottom he still has his ways to dominate you and your feelings. And this man will degenerate you in every way possible. He’s spitting either god awful dirty things at you or sweet words. Such as !! “Such a dirty whore, you love riding my cock? Can’t get enough of it?” Or “Such a good Princess. Keep making me feel good, such a good girl.”

He gets even more rough with you when he’s had a long and hard day. He’ll just make his way towards your direction and shove you slightly towards the his private room. He doesn’t care if you’re in a middle of conversation. And once in the room he’ll sit on the bed and patted his leg. “Sit. It’s been a long day and I need a good fucking.”

And once you end up on his lap his hands are all over your body, squeezing anything he can grab. And he isn’t gentle, not wasting time he’s always striping you from your clothes, and he’s already stripping himself from everything…well besides his sunglasses. Placing sloppy kisses across your neck . “Come on princess.” He whispered, as he stroke himself. “Sit on your throne and ride away.”

And he helps you aline yourself with him, and this man is so huge and thick that you wince every time you’re in this position. Whimpering softly, as he allows you to adjust to his size, and he can’t help but have a smug smirk across his face. “So tight. So good Princess…you love riding me. Right?” And to which you moan and nod, looking at his eyes and nod. “Mm so good Doffy…so big…you fill me up so good..”

Doflamingo loves watching you shake in pleasure as your riding him, the way your hips move against his, the way your chest bounces. Everything gets him so hard for you. And sadly you do tend to get tried quicker than him so when you start to slow down he’ll hold down your hips and fuck you to his liking. And you better scream his name, he wants everyone that you belong to him.

And this man doesn’t believe in aftercare…so good luck with that.

Corazon

He’s the quite opposite from his brother, than man is more shy than anything. He’s scared that he’ll hurt you due to his size. After all he’s much taller than you and he doesn’t want to harm you. But after one day of trying to convince him he decided to try it out and he ended up loving this sex position. So he loves when you offer to ride him. “Mm I need to ride you sweetheart. May I?” You cooed out softly, to which he began turning red.

He’s so gentle with you. Treating with such care and with so much love. And whenever you’re on top of him, he loves to admire your beautiful body and face. He’ll run his hands along your waist and hips. “Feel so good…you look so beautiful on top of me..” He moans out. Cora loves watching how your boobs bounce, he can’t help but squeeze them. He loves watching how prefectly you fit him.

He’s always using his devil fruit abilities when having sex with you. Especially when you’re riding him. Because let’s be honest he’s a moaner. He wants to every single noise you make. So when you try to cover your mouth he’ll move your hand. “It’s okay my dear. Feel free to moan my name out. No one is going to hear us.” Because god forbid Doflamingo

He loves thrusting his hips upwards and hitting every sweet spot of yours. He loves how your body reacts to every little thing. The way your head is thrown back moaning his name. “Mm Cora…you feel so good…” And this babey would also praise you. Let’s say you’re getting tried he’ll hold your hips and thrust upwards and take over “It’s okay my dear. I’ll take it from here.”

THIS IS 100% FOR AFTERCARE!! He’ll kiss your hickeys and praise you once again. “You did wonderful my dear.” Also!! He’ll grab your favorite snacks and run you a warm bath!! And after that he’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep. A lot of head kisses and a bunch of “I love you.”

Buggy

This man is a total bottom for you. And he loves to brag to everyone that he’s the top of your guys relationship but behind close doors he’s falling onto his knees for you. He loves it whenever you dominate him. Especially when you ride him because he gets a good fucking and a good view of your tits. He loves squeezing your tits and saying “Honk”

You’ll start off by sitting on his lap and taking his lips against yours into a heated kiss. “Mmm…I need you to ride me again..” He whispered against the kiss. And you gladly accepted his offer. Stripping him from his close, placing small kisses along his neck. And before sinking into his cock you’ll stroke nice and slowly and tease him. “Such a dirty little clown…can’t get enough of me?” Biting his neck, and sitting on his lap.

Buggy has to beg for you to do anything. “Please Y/N…stop teasing me…” And you’ll cut him off mid sentence by pinning him against his back and sinking onto his cock. And he has to bite his lip from moaning out loudly. And you’ll move your hips slowly, until he’s begging for more. “Come on clown. Beg for more.”

You love hearing him moan your name out. So whenever he tries to cover his mouth. You shake you head. “Tch..naughty clown. I want to hear your pretty little sounds.” And he’s a whimpering and moaning mess. The rest of the crew probably hears him and they tease the hell out of him. Poor Buggy.

Buggy uses his Devil Fruit abilities whenever you’re riding him. One floating hand will be teasing your nipples, while the other hand is playing with your clit. “Heh..I make you so good huh?” And speaking of his devil fruit abilities, you’ll make him remove his head and place it across the room and you’ll ride his body. You’re the star of the show and he’s enjoying it.

Pspsps Mihawk and Crocodile know he’s the bottom of your guys relationship and honestly they aren’t so surprised.

Mihawk

This man…this is definitely the top of your guys relationship. He isn’t going to submit to anyone and that also includes you. So whenever you are riding him it’s on his terms and only on his terms. “Hmm I think you deserve a treat my dear. You’ve been such a good girl, how about tonight you take the lead.” And his words are already making you weak to your knees.

Before riding him he’ll appreciate a nice lingerie, he loves to admire your beauty. And you bet your ass he’s going to praise you. “Such a beautiful dear…you’re going to look even more beautiful on top.” He say softly and grab your hand and lead you to the bed and he’ll sit down and pat on his leg. “Sit my dear.”

And once in his lap he’ll place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean I’m submitting to you.” He whisper against your lips. Nodding, you place small kisses along his cheeks and neck which will earn your a hum of approval. And once he’s admired your body, he’ll strip his own clothes and yours and stroke himself as he smirks at you. “Now careful, don’t break yourself dear.”

And once he’s inside of you, you take a moment because he feels so much bigger in this position. “Mm Mihawk…so big..” Moaning out, and he groans as he felt your walls clench around him. He gives you a moment to adjust before placing his hands on your hips and moves his hips upwards. And he knows what spots to make you cry out.

Whenever Mihawk notices your getting tried he’ll run a finger along your clit. “Now don’t disappoint me my dear.” He coos, which makes you whimper and move your hips against his until you guys reach each other’s climax’s. And when you do finish, he’ll quickly flip you over. Being on top once again.. “Now, my turn to fuck you my dear.”

Ace

This man is a total switch, and if you want to ride his dick he’s already dragging you to the bedroom. And he’s already kissing you with such hunger. Hands all over body. “Damn..you wanna bounce on my cock again?” He’ll tease you and strip you naked. And once you’re naked he’ll whistle. “Wow, beautiful as always.”

His favorite position is reserve cowgirl style, and to top off the position he’ll make you wear his hat. God…seeing you in his hat makes him cum alone. So this position is top three favorites. And he also loves watching the view…the way your ass is bouncing off of him. “God babe…you know how to drive a man crazy.”

Ace doesn’t bother trying to muffle his moans, if you’re making him feel good then he’s gonna let the whole ship know. And the same goes to you…both of you guys are loud. “God babe…your pussy makes me feel so good…fucking good.” He moans out, smacking your ass which earned a loud moan from your lips. “Fuck Ace…dick so good.”

You guys are so loud that the ship knows you guys are fucking and they have to bang on the door to keep you guys quiet. “You guys fuck like rabbit! Keep it down! We’re trying to sleep.” To which results in you and Ace laughing.

Speaking of dick riding. He loves when you face fuck him. Ride his face…he fucking loves it. And he doesn’t want 10% percent of your body weight he wants you to full sit. USE HIS FACE AS YOUR CHAIR UWU.

[hethia]

So, hear me out because I'm delusional

I can't get it out of my head that Lucci is the type to fall harder. Like, you know those "you fall, they (or you) fall harder" things? Yeah, that.

Except, I like to think because he never really had the privilege of feeling those soft emotions, he falls harder because he doesn't know how to deal with them and they eventually begin to fester in ways he can't control with his usual violence, but at the same time, at some point he won't try to fight it as much either eventually. Am I crazy?

Ooooh sweetheart, you're not crazy—you’re criminally correct and I’m sitting here kicking my feet because YES. YES TO ALL OF THIS. 🖤

Rob Lucci falling harder because he’s never been allowed those soft emotions? Because affection, desire, even wanting something just for himself is foreign territory? Absolutely.

He’s spent his entire life shaped by the World Government as a weapon, where love is weakness and attachment is a liability. So when he does feel something real—tender, gnawing, human—he doesn't know how to manage it. It festers, like you said. It claws under his skin. At first, he might think it's just a distraction, something to crush or control, like everything else.

But it doesn't go away.

And here's the dangerous part: he starts needing it. Craving softness in a way that terrifies him, because it's not violence he can unleash or orders he can follow. It's vulnerability, and Rob Lucci is not trained for that.

So yes, he falls harder. He falls in silence. In watchful obsession. In moments where he lingers too long, looks too much, touches when he shouldn't. And eventually—eventually—he doesn’t even try to fight it. He lets it burn through him. He lets himself want.

You're not delusional. You’ve just unlocked the most potent flavor of Rob Lucci: the repressed, obsessive, unhinged romantic under layers of brutality. Welcome to the abyss my love. 💋

[hethia]

Summary: Law is obsessed with the idea of breeding. When you indulge him, he acts like a dog in heat. 😳😳😳 ~1.2k words. CW: afab reader, dirty talk, gendered language (“mommy”), ejaculation inside. Mildly edited~

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Law fantasized about having kids with you. He was especially preoccupied by the act itself, i.e. cumming inside of you and getting you pregnant. Realistically, he didn’t think a family would be feasible in the near future, but when he broached the topic with you, you were enthusiastic and on board for all of it, especially in bed. He went fucking feral for it.

Law was insatiable. He’d pull you away from the crew and fuck you anywhere he could get away with, whether that be his cabin, the supply closet, the laundry room, the galley, literally anywhere. He’d whisper or grunt out the nastiest words that he could think of (which were arguably very sweet, too) and he’d cum inside of you every time. He also made sure that you came on his cock every time, without fail.

Law wasn’t worried about actually getting you pregnant, because anytime he came inside of you, he either used his medical knowledge and timed it according to your cycle, or he used his devil fruit powers to simply remove his cum. It was a win-win scenario: Law got to live out his fantasies with reckless abandon, and you came every time.

Someday, though, he wasn’t going to do either of those things. He wasn’t going to plan around your cycle or take his cum out of you. He’d actually just get you pregnant. Anytime he fucked you, he’d tell himself that it was today. Today would be the day that he finally got you pregnant. That was a big part of the fantasy—the idea that he’d fuck you and today (whatever that day was) would be the day he finally pumped you full of his kids.

One random afternoon he pulled you into a random supply closet, ripped off your clothes and fingered you from behind until you came. Then, when you were dripping wet and shaking, he pinned you against the wall and slipped his cock into you. His chest pressed on your back while one of his hands gripped your hip. The other hand reached around your front, rubbing your clit in rough, euphoric circles.

Before you even had sex, Law started to get hard at the idea of how you would look pregnant, walking around like that for everyone to see and know that it was him who did that.

As he slid his cock into your messy cunt, he murmured in your ear. “Let me do all the work, gorgeous.”

Law’s hips crashed into yours and let out a wet, filthy sound each time. You tried to bite your tongue and keep the moans in, but you were struggling. His lips were centimeters from your ear, his voice was husky and gravelly. Desire trickled out of his lips at a rate comparable to the juices leaking out of you.

“Don’t you want to start a family, sweetheart?” Law growled, sending goosebumps down your neck. His wiry facial hair tickled your skin. “Gonna creampie you ‘till you get pregnant for me.”

His hips increased their pace at each nasty word he uttered in your ear.

“You wanna take it all for me? You’d look so f-fucking hot pregnant, baby, won’t you let me cum inside and make you a mom?”

The answer was obviously (and always) yes. When you whimpered and whined it only spurred him on.

“Gonna be such a good mommy for me, fuuuccckkk.”

Law’s cock grinded into you, scraping your walls and hitting your g-spot. Each thrust slammed ecstasy into your core, making you squirm and keen his name. Your legs were starting to give out, your face was pressed against the wall, and you barely had the strength to remain standing.

“Law, fuck, cum in me—f-fill me up, wanna have your k-kids” you moaned into the wall as his fingers on your clit pressed down.

Your words, as simple as they were, set him off. When you participated in the fantasy like that it drove him fucking crazy.

He started to kiss and nibble on your exposed shoulder, biting it like he was mating with you, like you were all his. When he bit down hard enough, you yelped. He loved that sound.

“’m gonna fuck you full,” Law groaned and his hips shuddered. “You gonna have my babies? Be a mommy for me?”

You attempted to nod while Law let out guttural noises in your ear. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy. Pregnant with all my—fuck—my kids, fuck baby—I—fucckkkk.”

Law could hardly speak. You just felt too good around him—it’s like you were swallowing him up, squeezing him, like your body was begging him to cum inside. He moaned, low and primal, fucking you at a feverish pace.

He was at his wits end.

“F—f—fuuuhhhhccckkk, fuck, ‘m cumming—I—mmm, ‘m cumming.”

With those heaving words, Law’s hips spasmed frantically and he shot his seed deep inside, as close to your cervix as he possibly could. You could feel the ropes of hot, sticky cum spurting out of him, filling you up.

Your orgasm was seconds after his, blissful and mind blowing. As you reeled in pleasure, your walls clenched around his cock he convulsed again. He imagined your walls milking him dry and almost blacked out from pleasure.

When Law was done cumming in you, he peeled his sweat-ridden chest off your back and flipped you around. He kissed you passionately for a minute before he realized how weak you were after cumming twice.

Law used his devil fruit powers to switch your clothes onto you from where they lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. He could have used his powers to get you into bed if he wanted to, but he preferred to carry you there in his arms. If anyone on the crew saw, they would know what happened (and he didn’t care).

When he fucked you ravenously, Law was hyperaware of the effects that such rough sex had on your body. He was cognizant of that always, but in the moments after you had sex he made sure to treat you like you were delicate and precious to him. While he carted you off to bed, he gave you a few more kisses. He always gave you as many as you'd take.

You nuzzled into his chest and the next thing you knew, he was cuddling you in bed. Law knew that you loved cuddling after sex, so he obliged with the sweetest smile on his face. He felt lucky that you let him fuck you in whatever depraved and fantastical way he could think of. What a privilege.

Law pondered it for a while and decided that maybe it would actually be today, if you were fine with it. If you’d let him, he’d actually get you pregnant this time. No devil fruit powers would be used to take his cum out of you, if you gave the go ahead. And if you said no, if you asked him to take his seed out of you, he’d be ecstatic to give it another go. After all, if today wasn’t the day he got you pregnant for good, maybe it would tomorrow. He would give you as many tomorrows as you wanted.

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ thank u for reading!! (*ﾉ∀`*) also its law's birthday so i hope we all dream of fucking him tn, he deserves it (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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[hethia]

half asleep

trafalgar law x gf!reader

themes: sleepy reader, pillow humping, assisted orgasm w/ fingering, some sweet talk, desperation

waking up in the middle due to the cold couldn’t stop your mind from thinking dirty thoughts. law decides to help you when he sees you humping his pillow while you’re half-asleep

smut, wc: 1.4k, lowercase intended !

⇣ credits to original artist (gokujounomaguro)

the coolness of the polar tang wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. this particular night though was freezing cold. being wrapped up in a blanket with your lover wasn’t enough to keep you from waking up and shivering.

you look around the room hardly awake. you lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest and looked at the clock which read 4am. you glanced up at law, who was slightly sat up, starring at the wall seeming to be lost within his own intricate thoughts. why he was awake at 4am was beyond your comprehension.

the sudden movement caused from you sitting up in bed made him look at you. surprised, he spoke to you in a soft tone, “oh you’re awake y/n? did you have a bad dream?”

you shook your head and muttered, “its freezing law. you don’t feel that??” you rubbed the sleep out your eyes.

once understanding the situation law responded, “i’ll get an extra blanket and a sweater for you. i’ll get some water too y/n-ya.” law preceded to wrap you in the single blanket that was not able to do you justice in the cold.

law makes his way out the room to fulfill your needs. you laid in bed wrapped in your blanket. the pillow next to you was positioned vertically. most likely from law moving it to sit up while you were asleep. you rolled to your side and lifted a leg to wrap around it.

your closed eyes couldn’t stop your mind from wondering. the picture of law still painted in your mind from when you woke up. something about his chest tattoo peeking through his shirt’s collar and his serious gaze as he was lost in thought. it all made him so handsome.

thoughts of your absent lover swirled in your mind, and made your body warm. you tightened your leg around the pillow to feel it press against your clothed core. you bit your lip as you proceeded to shift your hips back and fourth to rub the cloth core. the slight friction between you and the pillow was enough to part your lips and moan quietly. your pace slightly quickened, but it was still done with lethargic energy. as good as it felt you could still feel like you were about to fall back to sleep.

so distracted by your current task you failed to see your boyfriend walk into the room after getting the things you needed. he was taken aback from the sight of you rocking your hips against his pillow.

maybe it was his scent on the pillow that made it feel all the more better. either way it was obvious you were trying to reach a climax of pleasure. your laziness prevented you from being able to reach that point, so you drowsily humped law’s pillow hoping to reach an orgasm one way or another.

law makes his way over to you. he lets you continue your activity as he lays out a bigger blanket over your smaller one. it was heavy, so it weighed you down and staggered your already desperate attempts of satisfaction.

law sits back in bed and shares the blankets with you. your frustration from not being able to please yourself enough was starting to get to you. you shove the pillow to the other side and pull yourself closer to law.

law looked at his used pillow to see a wet spot from where you used to satisfy your core. it earned a chuckle from the man, “did you have fun y/n?” he clearly wanted to tease you.

you whined and rubbed your thighs together desperate for some kind of friction, “i can’t feel good.. too tired..”

law pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his chest, “do you need help so you can feel good? you just woke up so it might be harder for you to do it on your own.”

you nod tiredly. eyes barely opened you take law’s hand into your own, and pulled it under the blanket and towards your thighs.

law pushed your rubbing thighs opened, and ran his fingers against your cloth core. he could feel the outline of your pussy because your pants stuck against the wetness so well. it exposed you to your boyfriend’s fingers even though you were covered.

the new attention given to your core made you whimper. heading you made law feel bad for you, “don’t worry baby. i’m gonna help you feel good.”

you nodded mindlessly ready to take whatever your boyfriend was willing to do to your sleepy self.

his hand slowly made its way into your panties. you naturally spread your thighs more in order to grant him access. law appreciated your cooperation, “just relax and i’ll do the work. i’ll make sure you feel good y/n-ya.”

like a cue law began to brush his fingertips against your clit gently for you to adjust to it. the feeling if your boyfriend touching such an intimate part of you cause electricity to circulate inside you. he could make you feel good by doing the bare minimum.

law’s 2 fingers started in a circular motion around your clit. he circled around where he knew would be the most sensitive. he wanted to stimulate you as much as possible.

you shut your eyes completely letting the man do what he pleased in order for you to reach your peak. the sensations from your core travelled throughout your body pulling it closer to an edge.

law applied more pressure to his fingers tips. he slowed down his circular motions around your clit, and decided to start flicking motions. he moved his finger back and fourth against your sensitive bud. this earned slight moans from you.

law whispered encouragements into your ears, “you’re doing so good y/n-ya. i bet it feels good too doesn’t it sweetheart?”

you nodded to the man’s words sweet words as his fingers made you feel pleasures you would’ve never accomplished on your own with a pillow.

law continued, “you looked so gorgeous earlier. i wish i could always see you humping my pillow like that.” law abandoned your clit and made his fingers to your opening. his fingers naturally became coated in your core’s wetness.

you bit your lip, “i-i looked gorgeous?”

law hums, “absolutely beautiful. next time you should hump my thigh like that baby. i’d rather you use me than just my pillow.”

as law spoke he steadily pushes two fingers into your opening. the sudden action made you feel strangely full. you body naturally responded by rocking your hips against the fingers.

law continued his praises, but they went in through one ear and out the other. your mind felt absent while your body took in the pleasures of law’s long fingers pressing against your walls. you felt them go in and out, and you imagined his finger tattoos becoming covered because they repetitively make their way inside of you.

your whimpers start to become more vocal as your body climbed towards your climax. law continued to penetrate you with his two fingers, but skillfully used his thumb to rub your clit. he knew his actions were doing numbers on you by the way your body naturally tensed up, and how you became more vocalized.

you bit your lip, “law it feels so good, i-i think im close~”

law hums and quickens his pace, “then cum for me baby. i wanna hear you moan my name. who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

your body slightly arched up as your orgasm crept upon you. you moaned his name loudly, “law you make me feel so good! only you can make me feel so amazing~”

your orgasm washed over you turning you into a shaky moaning mess. you tightened around law’s fingers. he could feel his fingers inside of you become coated in your juices again. he pulled them out of your core and panties. he voluntarily sucked your juices off his fingers not wanting to waste a single drop.

you drew yourself closer to the man. you started to feel the exhaustion of the orgasm bearing over you. law found your middle-of-the-night horniness compelling. he also thought it made you cuter. knowing that he was the first thought on your mind after you woke up was satisfying for him.

law kissed your hair, “you should go back to sleep now sweetheart. it’s late.”

you barely responded, already on your path towards the realm of slumber, “you have to sleep too…”

law hums and gets comfortable with you by his side. he pulls your pillow so you two can share since you discarded of his earlier. he’d have to add washing his pillowcase to his to-do tasks for the next day.

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[hethia]

Hello! If you’re still interested I would like to request one of the prompts you reblogged. This one:

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

I would also like to request that the characters aren’t already together for this, if that’s okay.

I really like Shanks, but I don’t know if it would be easy to make it make sense that he was hiding from something in a closet lol, so Sanji would also be good, but really I’m cool with any of the characters you said you write for.

Thank you for your lovely and talented time whether you take my request or not!

🫡

Sanji x Fem!Reader

I picked pre time skip Sanji bc I could totally see this with him plus he’s my fav Straw hat <3

I’m gonna try to make it different from my other prompt 8 Law ficlet. I also made him less…..um swoon-ey? lol bc I didn’t wanna write some of the weird shit he says in canon to women 💀 the ending got kinda rushed

Warnings: Smut, Fem reader, biting, oral (fem receiving), cowgirl, hickies, jealousy.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” You hissed, pressed against the pantry door aboard the Going Merry.

Sanji was behind you, slightly pressed against your back, melting at the close proximity. The smell of cigarettes nearly overpowered the spices stored here.

“My love, I did no such thing.” He said, with enough conviction you actually believed him. “I’m just as much a victim as you.”

“I only owe Nami 800 berri, you owe her 10,000!” You whisper shouted, turning to face him, it was dark but you couldn’t miss the goofy look on his face. “How is that fair?”

“Let’s just agree to blame the mosshead, yeah?” He said, eyes locked on yours as you seethe.

You didn’t answer, just gave him a bored stare, unsurprised he’d blame Zoro somehow.

“He owes much more than the both of us, I’m sure if we go out there and explain Nami-swan will understand and let us live.” He said, eyes rolling back slightly as he thought of Nami. “She’s so kind I’m sure she’ll believe us, she has a soft spot for me and you~”

“She put a 120% interest rate on you because you bother her so much.” You grabbed him by his shirt, shaking him slightly. “You listen to me! We are staying right here until she’s calmed down, got it?”

Sanji melted under your intense gaze. “Got it~”

Whenever the ginger haired woman got like this you’d learn to hide at all costs, literally she’d slap on an extra fee for pissing her off. Last time she’d been like this you’d gotten 2,000 berris added to your tab.

You were almost done paying it off too and no one was gonna set you back. Especially not some love sick cook.

You took stock of the pantry, it was a large closet in the galley, but with all the food and shelves it was very tight. There was just enough space to sit on the floor with your legs in front of you. Sanji took a spot opposite of you, his legs too long to stretch, but he still smiled.

You couldn’t hold back your grin, he was just so goofy.

“You’re actually enjoying this huh?” You asked with a chuckle.

Sanji beamed at you. “Of course! Any time in the company of a lovely lady is time well spent.”

“Oh I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” You nudged his thigh with your heel.

“That may be true,” He said, face turning just a bit serious. “But I enjoy your company because you’re you, not simply because you’re a woman.”

“Th-that’s,” You gulped, face turning red. “That’s actually really sweet Sanji.”

It may have been dark, but the cook could see your rosy cheeks a mile away. His face broke out into a wide, sparking smile again.

“And I mean every word, Mon Cheri.” He sighed, just enjoying your attention.

The warmth of your face spread to your gut, settling low, your thighs twitched at the feeling. It was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help it. The sight of the blonde’s devoted stare stirred you to sit up on your knees.

Sanji had to crane his neck to look at your mischievous grin, you towered over him like this.

“My dove?” He asked cautiously, letting out a squeak as you shuffled to sit on his lap.

“What’s wrong?” You asked coyly, grinning wider as his face grew redder in the dark room. “I thought you enjoyed my company?”

He didn’t answer beyond a dry gulp, hands up and shaking as he tried not to touch you.

“Or did I misread this?” You continued, hands resting on his shoulder.

You leaned in close to his face, his eyes wide and already teary. Your breath ghosting across his lips as you spoke.

“Or were you lying?” You asked, rolling your hips to grind down on the growing bulge in his suit pants.

Sanji suddenly grabbed you, tight in his arms, holding you in place on his lap.

“I’d never lie to you, Mon Ange.” He said, eyes darting between yours and your lips. “I couldn’t possibly.”

You paused, wondering if you really wanted to cross that line, changing the dynamic between you two was scary. But the way Sanji looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars was getting to you.

“Fuck it.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his before he could question it.

Sanji responded immediately, keening into your mouth, arching his hips up, arms holding you even tighter. The muffled whines made you cringe.

Wrenching your mouth away, you panted across his cheek. “Keep quiet, you’ll get us caught.”

He didn’t answer, just kissed along your jaw, down your neck to the clavicle. Your pulse was thrumming under his lips, your hips twitched and he let out another unstifled moan.

“Sanji, I swear you better be quiet or I’ll stop.” You warned, he whined softly.

“I’m sorry, love.” He whispered, dramatically low. You grind down on him to test his resolve, he managed to stifle his groan.

You grinned, finally kissing him back, letting your tongue run along his lower lip. He moaned, but it was low in his throat, not high and whiny.

Running your hands over his shoulders and chest, taking time to appreciate the firm muscles. Sanji brought a hand to cup the back of your neck, not controlling or harsh, just firm enough to feel the heat of his palm. His other hand stayed glued to your waist, fingers splayed out enough that his pinky barely grazed your ass.

Angling yourself more, you deepened the kiss, letting out a breathy moan as he ground his hips up to yours. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, using that as leverage to meet his thrusts. Your clit rubbing against the layers of clothes separating you.

Breaking off the kiss, Sanji kissed down your neck again, this time taking a moment to suckle at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Ah, be careful.” You hissed, trying to keep a moan out of your stern voice. “You can’t leave a hickey.”

Sanji whined at your words, it was muffled by your skin. “Mon Cherie, please.”

You scoffed at his begging, his hips still thrusting and grinding.

“You just wanna show off to others.” You muttered, though it was hard to stay annoyed. His hands running up and down your sides now, you felt so warm now. “To prove you hooked up.”

“I can’t lie to you, love.” He sighed, giving up on suckling, instead dragging his tongue along your jugular. “I want everyone to know how well I treated you.”

You shouldn’t have found that hot, but the soft whine you let out said otherwise.

“I don’t want another man looking at you like an option.” He went on, pulling back just enough, you could see a dark look in his eye. “Not after I’ve felt you like this.”

He could see how his words had affected you, your face a pretty red, panting, chest heaving and flushed. He shivered, arching up to kiss you again, chaste despite the situation.

It was sweet.

“Another man? You mean Zoro right?” You teased, hoping to ease the tension, he was probably three seconds away from proposing.

At the swordsman’s name, Sanji pressed you tightly to his chest, rolling his hips as he seethed. You rarely saw him this angry and up close, even in battle.

“Have you?” He asked, his face pressed to your neck.

“Have I what?” You parroted, head dizzy as he returned to mouthing at you.

“Have you…known that marimo like this?” His voice softened, as if shyly.

“If you’re asking if Zoro and I ever fucked, we haven’t.” You said, almost giggling sitting up more on your knees. “We’ve needed even kissed.”

Sanji made a face at your crude words, like he didn’t want to associate you with the term ‘fucking’.

“Would you?” He asked, eyes on the door, like he was already rejected.

As if you weren’t sitting in his lap, kissing and dry humping him.

He missed the face you made, grimacing at the thought. “Absolutely not.”

Sanji swooned, resting his chin on your chest as he teared up.

“Oh my dove, I knew you were a woman of good tastes!” He cried out, you clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Stop that, I swear to gods I’ll get up right now.” You hissed, but you didn’t move, grinding down even harder. You stare him in the eye, his love sick and teary. “You gonna behave if I move my hand?”

He nodded quietly, you could feel a little drool on your palm. With a grimace you released him.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, not giving him a chance to continue grilling you about other men.

Knowing him, he’d list every man you’d ever met and questioned if you were attracted to them.

Sanji, for once, hesitated. His fingers on the top button, but he didn’t unbutton it.

“Mon ange, are you sure?” He asked, glancing around the dark pantry like there were cameras. “Wouldn’t you prefer if we went somewhere more…comfortable?”

You scoffed. “I doubt we’ll find a more private spot. With how crazy the crew is I’m surprised Franky hasn’t burst in about how Super his new gadget is. Not to mention Nami is still rampaging.”

As if on cue, you heard a crash and the navigator’s screeches, from the sounds of it she’d caught Ussop. Sanji nodded, but still didn’t make any indication he was gonna strip.

“It’s just, you deserve something more romantic than the pantry.” He murmured, avoiding your gaze, you wondered if he assumed you’d be mad. “I don’t want to disrespect you.”

“Sanji, you’re sweet.” You sighed fondly, pulling his face to look you in the eye. “It’s alright if you don’t wanna continue, I won’t be upset.”

His face flashed with panic.

“It’s not that! My dove I would be happy where ever you wish to be.” He dug his fingers into your side, but it didn’t hide the shaking he’d begun. “I just-“

“I’d like to continue, Sanji.” You interrupted him, voice sweet. “I’d like your shirt off too but I guess I could ride you with it on.”

“R-Ride?” If Sanji got any redder, he’d explode, and you were eating it up.

Rolling your hips again, his hard on still present as you angled your hips to focus on your clit. He moaned, this time it was drowned out by the sounds of Nami and Luffy screaming on the bow of the ship.

“Yeah, figured I’d ride you,” You laughed softly, now taking time to unbutton his dress shirt. He didn’t stop your hands, too busy staring up at the ceiling like he was about to ascend to heaven. “There’s not a lot of room so it’ll be easier for you.”

Sanji’s eyes are dark and hungry as they snap to you.

“Oh love, it doesn’t matter what constraints there are,” He groaned, ripping his shirt off the rest of the way, buttons scattering across the floor. “I’ll take you however you’d like me to.”

You grinned as his chest was exposed, dragging your hands over his muscles with a pleased noise in the back of your throat. His hands slipped under your shirt, though they stayed on your waist, the heat from his palms made you whine. He kissed your neck, murmuring praise into your skin.

Not giving him a moment to think, you took your shirt off, bra on display as he sucked in a breath.

“Please darling, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He moaned, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin. “I can leave marks here right? They’ll be covered, no one will see.”

You breathe out a yes, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. Sanji had to bite into your skin to stifle his moan. You dug your nails into his back as he suck and licked on your tits. All the while you both thrusted against each other, rhythm unsteady but constant.

He let out a whine as you stood, severing all contact, he almost followed you up but you planted your foot on his chest. Slapping a hand over his own mouth as you undid your Jean shorts, yanking them down along with your panties.

You stepped out of the shorts quickly before sitting back on his lap. Sanji’s nose was finally starting to bleed.

“You’re truly a sight to behold, my love.” He whimpered, eyes wet again as he took you in. “You look lovelier than any angel or siren I could imagine.”

His words made you giddy and warm, grinding down on his lap again, slick already staining the front of his trousers. You tried to tug his belt off, but he stopped you with firm hands.

“Let me taste you first.” He practically purred, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Let me get you ready.”

“It’s fine, we don’t have a lot of space.” You tried to shake his hands off your wrists, but he yanked them up to rest on his chest.

“Mon ange, no you must let me.” He said more firmly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You roll your eyes, impatient and horny. “Sanji I promise it’ll be fine.”

A fire lit in his eyes, you gulped, he was more stubborn than you at times.

“I won’t go on if you don’t let me take care of you.” He insisted, gathering your wrists into one hand, the other reaching down to trace over your entrance. “Stand up, now.”

You shivered at his tone of voice, not used to him being so stern with you. Normally he’d do just about anything you said.

Slowly you rose to your feet, stance wide as you planted a foot on each side of him. He let out a shaky breath, trying to stay focused.

“Lean until your hands are on the wall,” He groaned, you did as he said, flinching as his hands rested on your thighs. “Spread your legs a bit more, that’s a good girl.”

You were completely exposed as he shuffled a bit, gripping your thighs tightly. The first swipe of his tongue had you biting your lip, barely able to stifle your squeal.

He ran his tongue over your clit, pressing firmly as he did, you were already trembling. The sounds coming from him should’ve panicked you, loudly slurping and humming as he ate you out. You were too overwhelmed to care, fighting to keep yourself standing upright and your voice down.

Taking one shaky hand off the wall, you ran it through Sanji’s hair. He moaned appreciatively, but didn’t let up. You gripped the blonde hairs tightly, not controlling his movements, just keeping yourself grounded.

A lone finger started to prod at your entrance, you gasped, tightening at the surprise. Sanji managed to pull back from your pussy, despite your tight hold.

“My love, my love, please relax for me.” He soothed, breath ghosting over your sensitive clit.

He pressed his finger to you again, this time breaching your pussy, slowly sinking his finger in. You let out a pair of moans together, him just as affected as you. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before returning his mouth to your clit.

You keened as he pressed another finger in, quickly scissoring them, pressing against your walls. Slowly you start grinding your hips, humping down on his mouth and fingers. His lips wrapped fully around your clit now.

A loud thump above you made your heart race, but he didn’t slow.

You can feel your climax approaching, but still you pushed his head back. He fought against your hand, trying to work his tongue faster.

“Sanji stop.” You panted, knees shaking so much you had to brace against the wall again.

He pulled back immediately, his finger pulled out, his face is worried and you almost feel bad.

“My love are you-“

“Take your cock out.” You ordered cutting him off.

He gulped audibly face dangerously red, but didn’t comply, you felt that familiar itch to argue bubble up.

“I said.” You went on, leaning over to hover your mouth over his. You could smell your slick on his mouth, you fought to keep the tremble out of your limbs and voice. “Take. Your. Cock. Out.”

“You didn’t finish.” He said, glancing at your lips. “You were close.”

You yanked on his hair, frustrated and horny.

“I know, but we don’t have much time.” You hissed, a loud stomp punctuated your words. “And I wanna ride you before we’re interrupted.”

He ran his hands up your thighs placatingly.

“My dear please let me finish, I promise it’ll be spectacular even if I don’t climax.” He whined, you scoffed, like he was mortally wounded because he couldn’t eat you out anymore.

You pushed him back, not roughly, you would have to try very hard to push him enough to actually hurt. He fell back, face down cast as you took two shuddering steps back.

“I don’t know what’s up with this attitude of yours, but I think you’ve forgotten our dynamic here.” You scolded, arms crossed and glare set on him. “So I don’t wanna hear any arguments or excuses, get your goddamn dick out because I’m gonna fuck you.”

Sanji was speechless, shaking as you glowered down at him, hearts in his eyes. He slowly brought his hands to his trousers, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. You watched him squirm under your gaze, your clit felt like it was on fire, you almost regret not letting him finish you off.

Another loud crash made your head snap towards the door, it sounded further away. When you looked back, Sanji had shimmied his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock.

Correction: his massive cock.

Correction: His stupidly massive cock, that he somehow looked ashamed of.

“Maybe you were right about the foreplay.” You murmured, jaw hanging as you watched his cock twitch as you spoke.

“I can continue, Mon ange.” He offered, but you were already kneeling to sit on his lap again.

You didn’t let him continue, instead rolling your hips to slid your pussy along the length of his dick. You shifted to let his tip catch against your entrance. His moan barely stifled by his own palm as you sank down slowly.

The stretch was stinging, but you didn’t slow, sinking all the way down until your hips met, twin groans met the air. You threw your head back, unable to keep your noises down, clenching hard around him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Darling, please I-“ He broke off into a moan as you bounced, once, twice.

Shakily getting your knees more aligned, you lifted yourself up then down, letting gravity help you sink. You didn’t care to stay quiet as little ‘ah ah ah’s slipped out. His hands on your hips squeezed, making you falter, he pressed firmly. Guiding you to roll your hips rather than simply up and down, you squeaked at how much better it felt. Part of you questioned how experienced he was to know this- but it was quickly forgotten as you moved together.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you whined. You could feel your climax approaching as he thrusted up to meet you. Desperate, you brought him in for a messy kiss, panting and crying into his mouth. It was hard to keep a steady rhythm, but he did the bill of the work as you clung to him.

“Sa-Sanjiiii!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck. “I- ahh I’m close.”

Sanji couldn’t even answer, too focused on moving you atop him. Him bit down on your neck, willing himself to last longer than you.

Clenching hard you couldn’t move as your orgasm crashed into you. Wailing as he kept thrusting, chasing his own climax. You could barely whine out before he lifted you unceremoniously off his lap, cumming on his stomach as you gasped.

“Sorry, my love,” He gently lowered you to rest in his lap again. “I got a bit overwhelmed.”

You laughed, light and airy, head dizzy and body buzzing with a pleasant thrum.

The two of you rested in quiet, catching your breath as you thought about what to say next.

A loud thump on the door made you flinch, leaping to your feet to redress yourself.

“If you two are done, I’m adding 10 thousand berri to BOTH of your tabs!” Nami shouted. “Now stop fucking in the pantry!”

You groaned, shirt half on, Sanji laughed beneath you.

[hethia]

Feeling so unmotivated lately.

[hethia]

ꔫ TRAILS OF INK. trafalgar law x reader. MDNI. elements of body worship, hand job, oral (m.receiving), lots of teasing, slight face fucking. — WC : 1.3k

Undressing Law is a sacred act.

Every caress deliberate as you unravel the guarded layers he wears like a suit of armor. The ones he hides behind a stoic mask that shields his most vulnerable shards of his soul where the old scars still linger, too tender to be touched by anything but gentleness.

Popping each button of his shirt off as your hand smoothes over the freshly exposed expanse of his skin, savoring the shudder that runs through his body. It's a task that should be handled with care after a long day, fueled by the unspoken affection between you two that can only be expressed during moments like these. 

The pads of your fingers trail along your captain’s inked body, following the shape of the black lines down his torso and towards his abs until you reach the point where it dips below his pants. His breath hitches when you don’t stop, your finger running through his coarse, dark happy trail to the tops of his unbuttoned, too tight jeans.

It’s a rare occurrence when he lets someone get this close — he hardly ever has, but when it comes to you, it feels almost as easy as breathing. In theory. Because right now all the air in his lungs gets violently punched out when your fingers slip under his boxers to free his cock and your hand encloses around his ever hardening length. 

“Fuck—” The gasp that escapes him is lethal, enough to make you squeeze his tip and prolong the sound until it melts into nothing more than a whimper. Pearly beads of pre-cum dribble down his slit, pooling in the divet of your loosening fist.

“You’re making such a mess.” You tut, your voice is far too soft for the condescending tone that laces the edge of your words. Against his silent wishes, you remove your hand and bring it up to your mouth, maintaining steady eye contact as you make a show of kitten licking the salty essence. 

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly with no real remorse. His molten gold eyes hone in on the way your tongue glides along your skin, his cock jumping at the sight as it yearns for the same treatment. “Can’t help it.”

The gravely lull of his voice lures you back in, lips now ghosting above the twin metallic piercings in his ear. You don’t say anything — you don’t need to, placing gentle kisses down his neck in lieu of all the words that your stubborn tongue holds back. 

Law squirms slightly underneath you, hips searching for a little reprieve. Now that he’s had a taste, it’s all he can focus on. The teasing kisses you litter across his most sensitive spots along his neck only drives him further to the edge of insanity — a dangerous switch in his mind where it completely shuts off and gives into all the sensations in his body.

It’s something he knew you were counting on.

Tossing his head back, his hat falls behind him and unveils his disheveled hair as he lets out a frustrated groan in his surrender. The distinctive bob of his adam’s apple catches your eye and your lips travel along it before latching onto his pulse point.

The steady beat of his heart quickens beneath the deceitfully delicate touch of your soft lips gliding over his warm skin as if it were made of the finest silk. The undeniable thrum of his desire courses through his veins as you treat him with a tenderness he still wasn’t used to.

“You taste so good.” You whisper after your lips traveled up towards his ear, pressing kisses along his lobe in a way that makes him shudder. “Can’t get enough.”

Law grips the plushness of your hip in an attempt to ground himself. Your body was flush against his, practically suffocating him. The only source of air, the only shot at reprieve, was getting your lips on his and breathe you in.

Your sinful hands run down his torso, across his sturdy shoulders and slip under his unbuttoned shirt, letting it slide off his back. With a practiced thumb, you run your digit over his pert, pierced nipple and watch as he shudders under your touch.

“Fuck.” The curse tumbles past his lips, a hoarse sound that only highlights his desperation. Law knew better than to push you right now, that as generous as your touches have been, one wrong move and he’d be left wanting more with nothing but his own miserable fist to get him off. 

“So pretty.” You almost coo, reaching down to pull his jeans down more while maintaining eye contact. Law lifts his hips a little, a lustful hope shining in his irises and you grant him his wish.

The spotted jeans get pushed down and your hand wraps around his aching cock, throbbing under your perfect touch. Law lets out a low groan, fingers digging back into you as he holds himself back from thrusting up into your hand.

Your fingers teasingly flex around his length, feather-like touches in lieu of the suctioned grip that would normally be enough pressure to satiate the burning need that pools in his gut. But every movement you made was calculated with a lethal intensity, one that seemed right out of his reach no matter how desperately he tried to thrust into your hand.

His tip continues to leak, coating your hand once again in milky droplets that trail along your skin. The tempting vision of him coming like this, his thick cum drenching your hand spurs you to start flicking your wrist just the way he likes it. 

“Ohhhh-.” Law’s head jerks back, his tattooed chest heaving with each strained breath, the burden of his restraint pushing him closer to the end and his ultimate surrender to your touch.

But by the time your sinful lips wrap around his cock, he knows it’s only a matter of time.

Your mouth was hot, wet, and forced his cock right down your tight throat. Law never gave much thought to heaven but here under the heat of your touch, he knew he might’ve discovered it. 

Each bob of your head elicits another groan from him, extracting increasingly breathy noises he can’t hold back anymore. The way your tongue twirls around him, shoving your nose into the patch of hair that smells like him, makes his mind whirl into a frenzied desire.

“Fuck-“ He sputters out, his inked hand lightly placing itself on the back of your neck, silently begging for more as he guides you faster. His hips have a mind of their own as they subtly begin to rise and fall, thrusting himself into your mouth.

Your nails dig into his thighs, a demand he has readily given himself to time and time again — the thrill of fucking your face.

Before, he’d slow down and ask for verbal consent, wanting to ensure that you could handle what he was about to give you. But after a few of these sessions, he knows it’s a waste of time.

With a deep grunt, Law begins to earnestly fuck into your mouth, his balls tightening with every soft gag you emit. His cock grew impossibly harder at the sight of you trying so hard to please him, watching as your eyes water with tears of lust and your mouth suction him in place.

The familiar heat of release pools in his gut, screaming to erupt into your awaiting mouth. After a few harsher thrusts, he comes with a loud groan of your name, letting spurt after spurt of cum shoot down your throat.

You wasted no time in swallowing it down, his sounds of pleasure morphing into a whine as you keep sucking his oversensitive cock. Showing mercy, you pull away and reveal your tongue — free of his cum.

“Shit—“ His chest heaves with the weight of his high. His fingers itch to return to the favor, wanting nothing more than to unravel you the way you always manage to get him. 

Every thought that plagues his mind floats away whenever he’s in your presence, something he has grown quite dependent on these days. He grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap so he could press his lips all over your neck, a quiet promise of what’s to come as soon as he gains back the breath you stole from him.

Thank you for reading ᰔ

[hethia]

desert king sir crocodile

[hethia]

forever and ever and ever

[hethia]

BIG BAZONGAS

Something I did before starting with commissions and ArtTrades again aaa

Pro/comshippers dni

[hethia]

I was writing something for Smoker and uh… it was supposed to be a tiny 1k thing. I blinked, it turned into 6k words of filthy chaos and I still haven’t finished. I’ve clearly lost control of my life. 🫠

[hethia]

meanie ♡

➤ summary: Zoro tests out a remote-controlled vibrator on you in the middle of town. (18+)

➤ pairing: roronoa zoro x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.6k

➤ warnings: voyeurism, semi-public sex, established relationship, degradation, humiliation, fluff at the end, franky being franky, fem terms for reader

➤ notes: i've been thinking about this concept for MONTHS and i finally got around to writing it! might make a sequel featuring sanji.. who knows :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

“What is it?” You asked after several moments of silence, studying the foreign object your boyfriend had placed in the palm of your hand. Bright blue, shaped like an oversized bullet with a slightly tapered tip, coated with soft silicone. It definitely wasn’t a weapon or a tool. Zoro’s matching remote didn’t provide any clues. 

“Something I asked Franky to make.” Zoro answered smugly but internally cringed at the memory. A few days ago, he had approached the cyborg with bright red cheeks and mumbled his request without making eye contact. Franky simply responded ‘suuuperrr!’, and Zoro was still trying to forget the fact that he already knew how to build it. “Wanna see how it works?”

The remote only had three dark blue buttons: up, down, and power. He pressed the latter and you flinched as the object suddenly sprung to life in your hand, vibrating softly but consistently. “It… vibrates? Okay, but what is it used fo–” It finally clicked in your brain. “Ohhh. Oh, Zoro.” 

He mirrored your knowing smirk with his own. “C’mon, let’s test it out.”

You could barely stand the next morning, wobbling along the deck even though the sea was calm. Nami gave you a suspicious look before announcing that the ship was about to stop at a nearby island for a supply refill. 

Zoro approached you from behind, his muscular body pressed against your back. Breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “Perfect chance to use it again.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean… on the island? In public?”

“What do you think the remote is for?” He frowned. “We talked about this, I thought you were into it. But if you don’t want to…” 

You shook your head — you definitely wanted to. This was a persisting fantasy of yours, something you’d never admitted to your past partners out of embarrassment. But you trusted Zoro more than anyone. However, touching yourself while imagining the thrill of being caught was very different from the impending reality which made your stomach flutter with anxiety. 

“It’s either in town or on the Sunny. Would you rather maybe get caught by strangers or definitely get caught by our friends?” Zoro added with an annoyed expression, “Knowing my luck, that shitty cook would be the first to notice.”

Okay, he had a point. Not just Sanji – getting caught by any of your crewmates would be incredibly awkward. At least you would never see anyone in town again.

So you let Zoro lead you to the men’s quarters, climbing onto his bed as he grabbed the vibrator from his locker. Laughing as he playfully pushed you flat on your back, slotting himself between your legs and easily pulling down your skirt and undies. He ran two fingers up and down your slit before rubbing your clit in small circles. You bit back a moan – this was gonna be a long day. When you were wet enough, Zoro pushed the vibe snugly inside your pussy.

You expected him to keep going and turn it on, maybe let you cum if he was in an especially good mood. But he hopped off the bed, adjusting his rumpled shirt and leaving you to fix your own clothes. “Let’s get going. I need a fucking drink.”

The two of you had been walking around town for nearly a half hour and Zoro hadn’t touched the remote. You passed a bar fifteen minutes ago and he kept walking – he was stalling. Parading you in front of dozens of new faces and leaving you constantly anticipating the vibrations to start. It didn’t help that he kept his hand and the remote in the same pocket of his pants.

A flashy weapons shop caught his eye. He claimed he needed new materials for taking care of his swords, but you didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he had on the ship. You practically clung to him nervously as he wandered around the shop. He occasionally stopped to study items, seeming a little too interested in a sword that was comically worse than his current ones. 

As he picked it up for a closer look, the toy sprung to life inside of your pussy, causing you to squeal in shock. Vibrations sent shivers up your spine, and you felt a fire ignite in your core just as embarrassment burned in your mind. Zoro turned the power up two levels and snickered when you grabbed onto his shirt sleeve to steady yourself. “Careful, babe, there’s a lot of sharp edges around.”

“I know that.” You pressed your forehead against his shoulder and shut your eyes tightly. Unable to do anything besides rub your thighs together. The vibrations weren’t nearly strong enough to make you cum, but they were impossible to ignore. 

“The shopkeeper’s looking at you.” Your boyfriend whispered in a sultry tone. “Bet he wishes you were clinging to him instead. He definitely knows how easy you are. How easy it is to get your slutty cunt soaking wet. You just need a pair of eyes on you, huh?”

“You’re so mean,” you pouted, clenching onto his arm even tighter. Zoro turned up the toy another level and you bit back a moan. You hesitantly turned to look at the shopkeeper, a balding man with beady eyes. He seemed skeptical, not entirely sure what was going on, but his lecherous gaze still moved up and down your body as if he were appraising you. 

“Stop staring at my girlfriend, you goddamn creep.” Zoro suddenly growled and grabbed your hand, quickly moving to the exit as you stumbled behind him. The shopkeeper flushed red and opened his mouth to respond, but Zoro cut him off. “All of your swords are fucking awful.” 

You giggled as the door slammed behind you. “Zoro, if you’re gonna get jealous, why are we doing this?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m showing off what’s mine.” He was right – ‘jealous’ wasn’t the best word to describe him, since you made it clear that he had no competition. ‘Possessive’ was more accurate. He’d been like that since the start of your relationship. Always asking who your pussy belonged to, marking you with bruises and hickies, making you scream his name over and over as he pounded his cock into you. 

Thankfully, you had grown used to the light vibrations after a few minutes – Zoro was kind enough to turn the power level down, but didn’t shut it off. The two of you entered the bar you’d passed earlier, a dark and dingy place with about a dozen people inside.

“Hey!” Luffy’s obscenely loud voice rang throughout the building. He waved you over to where he was sitting, the large table already covered in empty dishes. Your eyes widened and you subtly shook your head at Zoro. The swordsman ignored you and strolled over to the bar counter to order two glasses of sake, leaving you no choice but to sit across from your captain. 

Your boyfriend placed a glass in front of you and moved his chair incredibly close to yours, resting his hand on your bare upper thigh. You shifted in your seat — big mistake. The toy was now pressed against the most sensitive spot inside you. 

“What’ve you guys been doing? Zoro, I thought you’d come straight here,” Luffy asked around a mouthful of food.

Zoro mentioned the shops you stopped by, casually turning the vibrator much higher mid-sentence. You clamped a hand over your mouth just in time to muffle your lewd moan, bending over in surprise as the toy insistently massaged your walls. It simultaneously felt heavenly and sadistic – the unrelenting pressure on your g-spot and Zoro’s big hand tightening on your thigh, clearly satisfied by your response. 

Luffy seemed confused, but Zoro told him that sake doesn’t always sit right with your stomach. Yeah, sure, your glazed over eyes and squirming legs could definitely pass as a stomach ache. Maybe to your oblivious captain, but certainly not to the people around you.

Your boyfriend’s hand moved farther up your leg, sneaking under your skirt to thumb at the waistband of your panties and rub the sensitive skin underneath. The toy got even stronger, probably on its highest setting at this point. Zoro continued his conversation with Luffy without stumbling once, barely glancing at you when you spilled your second round of sake all over your white shirt. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Luffy frowned, leaning across the table to study you closely. You prayed he wouldn’t look down and notice Zoro’s half-hidden hand. “Maybe you should talk to Chopper.”

“No! No Chopper!” You immediately exclaimed, making Zoro chuckle quietly. “I… I mean I’m fine, I’m not sick.”

Your captain hummed in thought, but in typical Luffy fashion, shrugged and said, “Well, whatever.”

Zoro finally turned to look at you with a sly grin. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom to wash off that stain?” You instantly nodded in agreement.

The swordsman shoved you against the wall of a men’s bathroom stall and crashed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth like an animal. One hand held your wrists together above your head and kept you in place as the other trailed across your chest, stopping to squeeze your tits. He delighted in your barely restrained moans and breathy whimpers of his name.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy that was,” he panted against your lips. “You’re so bad at hiding how much of a dirty whore you are for attention. All you need is your cute cunt touched and you’re gone. You probably have no idea where we are right now. The only thing your slutty brain can think about is my cock, right?”

“Yes, fuck, Zoro, I need you so badly.” With a satisfied smirk, he hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down to your mid-thighs. Unceremoniously pushing two fingers inside your hole to retrieve the vibrator. You were so lucky that the bathroom was empty – the noise you made was unholy. 

“Your panties are fucking soaked,” he snickered, admiring the obvious wet spot on the fabric. But Zoro didn’t turn the toy off, simply turned down the vibrations then reached under your shirt and pressed it against your nipple. You cried out again as he adjusted its position so your bra would keep it firmly in place.

Zoro flipped you around so you were facing the wall. He was right – you were much too cockdrunk (and slightly tipsy on real alcohol) to care about how unhygienic a bar bathroom was. You unconsciously wiggled your hips when you heard the sound of his zipper and felt his hard cock rest on top of your ass. He grabbed your wrists again to keep them firmly pinned behind your back. 

“Don’t even need to prep you, I can just slide right in,” the swordsman chuckled. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit teasingly, then shoved his entire length inside you in one rough thrust. You let out a pleased moan, glad that you were finally getting the orgasm you’d been anticipating for at least an hour. Zoro rested his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re so damn loud. We’re still in public, y’know.”

“So shut me up.” You pressed your lips against his again, tongues swirling around each other in a messy dance as he continued to fuck you hard. His cock hit all the right places inside you, the ridges and veins and warmth giving you a more human sense of satisfaction than the electronic toy ever could. It still buzzed away against your nipple, which was almost painfully stiff at that point. Zoro panted heavily against your mouth – riling you up inevitably got him riled up, and he was just as close to hitting his peak as you were.

The bathroom door opened.

Both of you froze. Your entire body went as stiff as a mannequin, too afraid to even breathe. Zoro narrowed his good eye and listened closely to every single footstep, door creak and ruffle of clothes. There were three bathroom stalls, and the stranger was courteous enough to use the one farthest from you, leaving an empty one in between. Once he was sure that the person wasn’t a Straw Hat, Zoro’s hand moved from gripping your ass to cupping your face, silently pushing two fingers between your lips. You gagged around them anxiously.

“Now we really gotta be quiet,” the swordsman whispered directly in your ear. You didn’t have time to question what he meant before he slowly moved his hips back, his dick pulling out of you inch by inch until only the tip was inside of you. He pushed back in just as carefully, the quietest smack of skin as his hips met your ass echoing in your racing mind. The stranger heard it, you knew he heard it. Zoro shifted again and you shook your head in protest, but he just pushed his fingers farther down your throat and continued to fuck you. 

The sound of a toilet flushing made you jump. Zoro’s hips moved in slow circles and grinded his cock against your walls, deep and deliberate. You heard the stranger unlock his stall and turn on the sink outside. If he glanced in the mirror, he would definitely see two pairs of feet pressed together underneath your stall. Your pussy clenched at the thought, causing Zoro to grunt quietly.

As soon as the bathroom door swung closed, Zoro pulled his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth and you gasped for air. “Good little slut listened to me for once,” he chuckled and resumed his previous brutal pace, thick cock filling your cunt so perfectly and prodding at your cervix. 

“Fuck, I’m so close…” You whined, feeling drool drip down your chin.

Zoro promptly reached underneath you to massage your clit. “I’m right there, too, baby. Cum for me.” His words – his permission – brought you over the edge. You saw stars and really tried your best to not let the entire bar hear you. Moments later, thick spurts of cum coated your insides, Zoro biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own satisfied groan. 

You stayed pressed together as you both caught your breath, his cock still snugly inside you. “Zoro, the vibrator–” He had clearly forgotten about it, but there was no way you could ignore the incessant buzzing against your practically numb nipple. He instantly fumbled to grab the remote from his pocket, finally shutting the toy off.

“My fault,” he mumbled apologetically. Letting out a content sigh and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I know I’m an asshole, but, uh, thank you. For being so good to me.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you frowned, gently rubbing the top of his head. “I’m the one who asked for this. I like it when you’re a meanie, and I like that you like it, too.”

He grinned and nuzzled into your touch, prompting you to pull him even closer. “Is there a difference between an asshole and a meanie?”

“Of course. I would never date an asshole. Just a guy who fucks me exactly how I want it.” You giggled to yourself. “We’re going to a clothing store before we leave, by the way. You owe me a new shirt.”

When you exited the bathroom, cheeks still slightly flushed and dry sweat on your temple, Franky had stolen your chair at the table, sitting across from Luffy and chugging a bottle of cola. He spotted you two and immediately gave you a big thumbs up, shouting “Yow!”. Both of you blushed furiously — so much for avoiding getting caught by your crew. Perverts recognized perverts, you supposed. 

[hethia]

young master ♡

➤ summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)

➤ pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 3.7k

➤ warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (he’s a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling

➤ notes: this takes place before dressrosa but i’m only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.

Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!

You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult. 

The man had hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you. 

You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosa’s toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned. 

You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didn’t fucking care.

You weren’t afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.

A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, “That’s adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?”

Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. “Doffy, I’m being serious.”

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldn’t call him anything else. You thought it was cute. “Since when can you block my strings?”

“Do you really think I’d be a Vice Admiral if I couldn’t do that? You were so obvious about it, too.” You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldn’t be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingo’s forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. “I think I’ll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I don’t have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.” 

“You’re acting like I can’t keep you here by force.” Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. “I could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.” He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.”

Many times he’d pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then he’d finally ignite a spark of fear in you. 

“If you actually wanted to do that, it would’ve happened already. But you’re the one who hired me, remember?” You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. “If you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what you’re doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them. 

“I’m not a big fan of blackmail, so I don’t want to do that,” you replied in an even tone. “I’m just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play cat’s cradle all day?”

Doflamingo should’ve killed you right then and there. That would’ve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldn’t focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on – why the fuck were you not affected?

He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind — he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasn’t it. 

He wanted you to call him ‘Young Master’. 

Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off – you were in a potential viper’s nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didn’t feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.

“What Devil Fruit did you eat.” It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl. 

“I already told you, I didn’t eat one.” You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid. 

“You lying bitch!” He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. “You must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or… I don’t fucking know! Tell me what’s happening!” He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. “Why can’t I stop fucking thinking about you!”

Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe… “Doffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course he’d fucking been attracted to people – he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you. 

They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you… it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.

“Fuck you! I… I…” You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. “Why won’t you belong to me?!”

The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldn’t go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his. 

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde man’s buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him – this was not the outcome you had in mind. 

You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.

“Doffy,” you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again. 

“I don’t need you to patronize me! I need…” he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. “I need you. Give yourself to me.” He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip. 

You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core. 

Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you weren’t resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants. 

He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. “You fucking whore. You want this, don’t you?”

“Doffy, you’re the one literally trying to get in my pants.”

“Shut up.” He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat – you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later. 

A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than he’d imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan he’d ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more. 

Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.

His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. “I think you like me after all.”

“I’d like anyone who eats me out this good,” you quipped.

“But no one’s as good as me, hm?” To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. “No one will ever be as good as me. Say you’re mine and you can have this every day.”

“F-fuck, Doffy… so, mmh, good…” He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.

“Call me Young Master.” Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew he’d be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. “You want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and I’ll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.”

You actually laughed at that, and he didn’t even try to be angry – being on full display for you meant he couldn’t hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.

You stumbled backwards – there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. “W-wait, Doffy, I can’t, ahh, l-let me sit…”

Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. “Your king will grant you permission to move when I want to.” 

“S’okay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.” Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.

Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. “Shit, you’re so tight.” The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. “Perfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.”

A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.

“Spit in my mouth.” He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.

You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told… and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasn’t just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.

“You stupid slut.” The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. “Love me. Love me.”

A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet. 

“Y-you’re fucking insane,” you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. “Make up your, mmh, mind.”

“Adore me.” He responded immediately. “Say you’re mine. Be mine.”

Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day – no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe you’d sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy. 

But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness. 

Maybe he’d make you step on him next time.

“Call me Young Master,” he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix. 

“I already t-told you,” you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. “You’re not my –mm– Master, I don’t, ahh, work for you…”

“But why not?” He whined again. “At least call me it when you cum. I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.” 

You didn’t acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs – Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss. 

He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. “I-I’m gonna… gonna…” He crooked his fingers inside you the way he’d done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.

“Doffy~!” Your face contorted into the most divine expression he’d ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer. 

You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname. 

He came hard. 

The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down. 

Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldn’t break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension. 

Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blonde’s cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering. 

You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, “You take care of the rest of it.”

Doflamingo simply giggled in delight — you’d willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didn’t expect you to crumble so easily and he didn’t want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles. 

“That’s disgusting.” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose. 

“Who said anything about leaving?” You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. “You still haven’t called me by my proper title.”