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"Good Boy"

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Word count: 3,200+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid didn't know exactly when it happened, but now he craves to be praised by you. He thrives beneath your words, but the one time you didn't call him a "good boy" has him in a bratty rage.

Themes: mutual pining, kid x gn!reader, fluffy, praise kink Kid, he just wants to be a good boy, no kisses just praise.

Notes: it's past 1am where I am, and I physically couldn't get to sleep until I got this request by @remisloves out of my mind. It's all about praise and softening rough characters lately with me. Good night everyone! Sweet blorbo dreams

Tag list: @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @carrotsunshine

A shudder erupted from the base of Eustass Kid's spine to the top of his cranium. Downturning his chin, he attempted to disguise how wide his smile had risen to his lips beneath the shadow of his blast goggles. 

Never one to shy away from a challenge, Captain Kid pushed himself to the absolute limit to best his latest opponent. Blood dripping from his body, his bones bent to the point of nearly breaking. The weight of his metal arm overencumbered his body, his brute strength no longer enough to propel his legs forward. 

Successful at last, he claimed their loot in their vast treasury, selecting a few key pieces that caught his eye to present back to you: a former thief, his ships’ appraiser, and now his curator of chronological dialogue, items and routines. 

What would possess this hulking captain to risk his body and his crew to collect this small piece of art to present to you? Why would he ever risk such a heavy physical toll for a mere trinket? 

Because he was a good boy. 

And you always informed him as such.

While Kid saw no need for a chronicler initially, he very quickly warmed to the idea of maintaining one on his payroll. When Massacre Soldier Killer suggested a small snippet of their adventures be cataloged in journals, Kid never knew that reading the words back would prompt a rapid boil beneath his skin. A craving. A need. 

Seeing those words scribed on paper held him hostage. Those doting, praising, uplifting words that held such passionate composition regarding his exploits; they pushed him to go further, drive harder, propell longer in his adventures. This was all in an attempt to dream of seeing more of those beautiful words describing him articulated upon paper. 

Well, his exploits at least. 

Most of all, he craved to hear them depart from your lips. You managed to slip a single verbalized expression of praise once upon his return from doing a menial task. Since then, he was hooked on the rush it brought him. 

“Oh, wow! Captain, you've done so well! So unbelievably well!” was that first door opening to the praise he needed. 

That small snippet from you, was all well and good in his opinion. He did enjoy your recognition of his talent, but it was not what he craved the most. 

And what he wanted the most, was to be told he was, “a good boy.” 

He couldn't explain it, but the thought of hearing those words flee from your lips had his eyelids half-hooded, eyes glazed, pupils blackened and blown, and a droopy smile lazily draw itself up onto his lips. 

You had only ever come close one time to praising him personally, rather than the talent of his exploits. He felt the flutter of his heart rapidly igniting his veins with adrenaline, screaming with his eyes for you to utter the words he so desperately craved. 

And you said it. 

You finally said it today. 

His feet thumped upon the wooden deck, after he hoisted himself over the small opening on the side of the ship. The ‘away team' had finally assembled together and began greeting those who remained behind. 

Rushing to greet your Captain, he shot you a reciprocated, triumphant and winning smile, while happily presenting a small object up to you in the center of his right, flesh hand. 

“You found it? You actually found it?” your eyes widened, reaching your hand out to Kid's extended right palm. His body was still dripping with the blood of his enemies, a visible shake in his fingertips as he elevated the trinket up to you. 

“It nearly cost me my other arm,” he winced through the words, his forearm beginning to twitch beneath the strain of his exhaustion, “But I brought it back for you-...” he halted his words, pondering whether it was now time to make his affections known or not “...-to add to the collection.”

“For me?” your eyes widened, looking at the shiny and ornate gold filigree design. In the center of the flattened piece lay a single garnet: small, something one would cast aside should more items be presented. But to you, a prized piece in an antique collection you had been dedicating your life to find. 

“It's the missing piece, yeah?” Kid smirked, huffing through his words as the rest of the crew assembled atop the Victoria Punk, “The one you told us about last Friday?”

“Honestly, Captain, I don't remember half of what happened last Friday,” you confessed sheepishly, up turning your brows as your fingers brushed against his palm, “You'd think my liver would be able to tolerate being aboard your ship, drinking that slosh alongside the crew by now.”

He barked a cracked cackle at your confession, prompting your own to rise in your chest. His laugh was contagious, a laugh that could be felt through his whole body springing and vibrating up within your own. 

“Thank you, captain,” you expressed your deepest gratitude to the taller man, your head nodding in praise, “You don't know what this means to me.”

After a moment's pause, he looked down at the object before bringing his whisky-coloured eyes back up to meet with your own. He inhaled a shaken breath, baited and waiting within his lungs while anticipating his next words. 

“S-So,” he stuttered over his words, scolding himself under his own anxiety, “Did I do good? Is this the one you needed? Am I a-...” he didn't want to lead you into giving him the praise he desperately sought, but didn't want to not hear it either. 

With all the patience you could muster upon such a triumphant moment in your life, you prompted him with your eyes to have him complete his sentence. 

“...Am I a good-...” trying so, so hard to say the final word, he physically couldn't have them pass his lips, “...-Captain?” He mentally slapped himself, knowing that those were not the words he craved and how stupid that must've made him sound. 

You took a moment to carefully think about your next words, noticing how bruised he was, how bloody his knuckles were, how a lot of the crew that went with him on this private ‘away mission' were faring upon return. 

“Of course you are. You captain us extremely well, sir,” you uttered with a soft smile, “I'll adjust my findings accordingly in the journals, if I may be excused?” 

A small puff of air flew from his lips, defeat almost tangibly thick as it shrouded his shoulders with its presence. He looked away after giving his nod of dismissal, his gaze fixed on the wood of the deck below his feet. 

Your smile widened, claiming the object from his palm and holding your hand within his for a moment longer, before withdrawing completely. Fluttering your eyes over each fixed point of concern on his features, you searched for what his body seemed to be screaming for. 

Thanking him with a curt nod, you turned on your heel and abruptly halted your next step. 

At this moment, it fully dawned on you exactly the words your Captain wanted to hear. Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid pirates, champion and leader of the Victoria punk, devil-fruit user and wielder of Haki… had a praise kink. And he wanted you to praise him. 

A playful smile spread like warm honey up your cheeks, a scrunch in your nose as you rolled your next words over your tongue. You turned your head over your shoulder, guarding your intentions close to your chest as you spoke two words that almost had your Captain fall on his knees in gratitude. 

“Good boy.”

From that moment on, he was simply smitten. No matter what he did, whether it was aiding his crew with carrying supplies, carrying out great acts of violence, defending his Nakama from their enemies, or simply finishing his vegetables at meal time - he would look to you in anticipation, that anticipation being met with those two simple words. 

“Good boy.”

They echoed within his mind, swirling around within the chasms of his brain as slumber eluded him. He did not mind in the slightest having his lack of rest consumed with praises departing from your lips. 

Your voice plagued him, haunted him as a spectral ghost would hunt down their unfinished business. He did not mind such a haunting, in fact: he wanted more. He wanted to have more praise, more compliments, more of your verbal, beautiful words crying out from your perfect lips. 

He was smitten, completely smitten, by your compliments. The way your talented tongue made his name sound, the way your lips curved up in a knowing smirk each time you told him he was a ‘good boy.’

Until the day you didn't. 

Eustass Kid was in a foul mood, one that nobody knew the cause nor the cure for such a horrid, stampeding mess of a captain. Food, ales, meads, even gold - nothing appeared to pry him from his raging temper. Breaking tankards, tipping over tables, scattering documents on his captains’ desk, nothing was safe from the wrath he was wreaking on the furniture. 

Hunched over your desk, you continued cataloging and appraising the latest haul of trinkets and treasures thrust into your office. It was overwhelming for you, the sheer number of items scattered around your room. You attempted to alphabetize them, sort them accordingly and lump them into itemized piles. 

The toll the elevation of work raised onto your shoulders had you dismiss all those who presented you with various finds, including your Captain. He rocked on the ball and heels of his feet, eagerly awaiting and anticipating his sought-after praise - but found nothing but an anxious sigh and scratch of your neck in response to his hard labor. 

This was the reason for his intense rage.

After leaving your office, and selfishly paying no mind to your exhausted expression, he began to spiral.  

“He was so good. Why didn't you tell him he was? Was there something he could've done better? Something he could've pushed harder to strive for?” all circled within his mind as he tore piece after piece of his office apart. 

Several hours had passed, and you carved a hefty chunk of your work apart and managed to get a fair bit done. It was nowhere near complete, but it had you feeling a sense of anxious accomplishment. 

A knock at the door prompted you to raise your chin, eyes panicked and overwhelmed with the amount of work still required to be completed before mealtime. 

“Need help?” The light flickered off the cerulean and pearl colored mask of the first mate, who peeked his head around the doorframe. 

“Please,” you sighed, gesturing to your position kneeling on the ground beside you. Killer promptly entered your office, crouching beside you and sifting through the uncharted treasures still needing to be sorted. 

“What we up to?” he elevated his hand, gesturing out to the various piles in front of you both, “I think I see where they need to go. You written down them all?”

“All recorded in the book, down to the last drooped earpiece,” you confirmed, nodding to the mess in the center of the room, “They just need to be put in the right piles, locked in the treasury, and then we can call it a night. Maybe have an ale, if you're up for it, Kil?”

After a moment's pause, both of you rolling the items in your fingertips and placing them within the according: gold, silver, platinum, gemstone, raw material, ceramic, wearable materials, and weaponry piles. 

“Leave this with me,” Killer uttered, placing a throwing knife within the weaponry stack, “And you go and perform your other job.”

“What other job?” your brows knit with confusion, “I've already done the journalling of the exploits, the timetabling of the crew shift-changes, notarizing the stock we need within the kitchen-.”

“-Oh, no, buckaroo,” you could audibly hear the smirk behind Killer's mask as he teased you, “the other one. The one nobody pays you to do.”

“Which is, champ?” you taunted in return, nudging him with your shoulder roughly against his, “Be specific.”

“The one where you-...” he took this brief pause as an opportunity to sigh in huffed frustration, “...-where you tell our captain he's a good boy. Although, in his current state,” Killer rotated his neck to relieve the tension on his shoulders, “I might even go so far as to suggest you call him a bad one, considering that's exactly how he's behaving.”

Your confusion knit your brow down in the center of your face, your mind focussing on when the last time you praised the puppy you had turned your Captain into. 

“Oh, fuck! I didn't praise him when he brought in the loot!” your eyes widened in shock, promptly rising to your feet and brushing over your pants, “I just got so overwhelmed by the sheer bloody number, I couldn't think of anything else. Oh, I'm an idiot.”

“You're not an idiot,” Killer interrupted you, rising to his own feet and cupping your shoulders in an attempt to halt the rise in your anxiety, “Hell, you're not even dating him. It shouldn't be your job-,” he brushed over your shirt, adjusting the crumpled material to make it more appealing to the eye. 

“-Yet here you are,” he concluded, nodding at you before glancing down at the piles of treasure, “And here I am: the first-mate, the best friend, the confidant. The one who is unable to tear him away from his absolutely shit-house mood, because all he wants is you.”

You attempted to stifle the warm flush that drew itself up to your cheeks. Captain Kid was a tall, broad and intimidating man - those were the three assessments you initially made when you were hired to serve aboard the Victoria Punk. Then you got to know him, and were made privy to truly see who he was beneath the surface. 

The twinkle behind the feral rage, the purity in his unbridled emotions, the lack of restraint in all his advances: you adored him. When he began to seek out your praises, you were immediately swooning at his attention. 

He wanted your words, not just due to the fact words were your job, but because he wanted you to speak them. Just to speak his praises to be granted the luxury of a light tingle in his ears, a blush rise to his cheeks and a smile decorating his lips with such beautiful words. 

Now within the doorframe of your captain's office, you arched your brow and crossed your arms. Leaning on the wooden panel, you continued to watch his chest rise and fall with each exasperated and berzerk breath. Your eyes never left his body, each arch of his back and ripple of his muscles straining under the taut fabrics atop his shoulders. 

“All this because I didn't call you a good boy?” you addressed him in a low and dangerous tone. His feral eyes snapped over to you, widening as he truly witnessed the devastation in the destruction in his office. 

��You've been a bad boy, I see,” you continued in your dark tone, promptly stepping into his office and closing the door behind you, “Look at all this mess. Tsk, naughty.” 

The click of your tongue had Kid arching his back, straightening his spine as he bit back a soft whimper. His brows triangulated in the center of his face, bottom lip now quivering under the weight of your disciplinary tone. 

Circling his body, fingers brushing against his large right hand beside his hip as you leaned into him. You shook your head, stooping down and beginning to collect the paper, stationary, tankards, and paperweights that had been flung against the floor. 

Before you could say a following, disciplinary word, Kid immediately fell onto his knees and began hurriedly picking up the items he threw onto the ground beside you. 

“I-I’ll pick it all up,” he nodded his head as to confirm his words further, “I'll tidy up all this shit. Please, I-I’m sorry. I just-.”

“-Just wanted to be praised, hm?” you hummed at him. He hid his head from view, his painted lips pouting while his eyes held their attention firmly against the mess. 

He nodded, the weight of finally admitting his craving lifting off his chest and shoulders as he received the items you were holding atop the stack he was forming. 

“Tidy up your mess, handsome,” you smiled, elevating your right hand to capture his pointed chin within your thumb and index finger, “I'll watch every step you take, and let you know how good you're being, if you do it properly.”

Kid’s breath caught in his lungs, a pink dust settled against his cheeks and ears. He hurriedly rose to his feet, up-turning his askew desk and dusting off his captains’ chair. He extended it outwards, wordlessly and politely gesturing for you to take a seat. 

“My, my,” you commented, rising to your feet and accepting his invitation, “Such a gentleman, you're being. But, you've gotta’ work a little bit harder to earn that title you crave.”

Captain Eustass Kid was a dutiful, whimpering puppy under your watchful eyes. He was, almost, happily rearranging all of the objects he had thrown askew. He even took the time to appropriately categorize the pages he didn't complete prior to his little tantrum.

“Hm, very good. Well done picking up after yourself.” He blushed further at your words, but craved so much more. 

“Oh, look at how much time you're taking on that bookshelf. I can even see how clean you're making each of the panels. Look at you go, big boy.” That praise had him whimpering, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to clean in silence. 

“So strong, picking up that heavy weight all by yourself. So proud of you.” He could not stop the audible gasp, nor the rush of blood seeping to places they had no business in flooding to at that moment. 

He completed all this while glancing over his shoulder and thriving beneath the giddy feeling rushing to his chest upon being the center of your unwavering gaze. 

Upon the last paperweight being placed and straightened atop his desk, he knelt between your knees and glanced up into your eyes. He looked innocent of all wrongdoing, all prior anger and malice fleeing from within his silent pleading. 

He was desperate for those words, those two simple little words that he so yearned for. Noseying up further between your knees, his shuddering metal and flesh hands cautiously placed themselves gently on your calves. 

Soft and slow circles were traced against your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as they began twinkling with hope. All his mind was screaming, silently and internally, was a simple repetition of: “Please, please, please. Say it, say it, say it.”

And you obliged him by leaning down, caressing his left, scarred cheek and drawing your lips close enough to taste the tingle of his breath upon your skin. Hovering before contact was made, you floated your gaze between his whisky-hued orbs and his parted lips with a soft smile. 

“Good boy.”

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IM SORRY LOOK AT THIS OFFICIAL DRAWING HELLO?? THEY ARE LITTLE GUYS!!!

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ocean dreaming

based off “Dreaming Of You” by Cigarettes After Sex

sanji x gn!reader

sfw

word count: 420

summary: you and Sanji briefly exchanged glances while passing by. Despite that short amount of time, he found himself daydreaming about you frequently. Were you a lost opportunity?

A minute. You looked at each other for just one minute and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. And that happened a couple weeks ago.

While washing dishes, Sanji was looking out the window and gazing out at the open sea. There was no island in sight, and the weather wasn’t too hot or cold. Just like the day you two locked eyes.

The crew stopped at a village and dispersed to do their own shopping, giving each member free time.

Sanji went to the marketplace, where fresh spices and produce were sold. He was excited as he passed by vendors selling food he’s never seen before. Sanji admired them and spent more than he needed to. Nami would be furious, but she didn’t have the right to tell him what he can and can’t buy. “Damn, Luffy is going to be excited.” He mumbled as he hoisted a bag full of meat.

After he bought what he pleased from the stalls, he passed by a villager who stood out the most: you. He caught your attention as well.

You gave him a small smile, hoping to make a decent impression. Time seemed to slow down as your elbows brushed.

“Wait…” he called out when a crowd of people separated you two.

You looked back and yelled back, “meet me at the Petal Florist Shop!”

Then you disappeared in the crowd, blending in perfectly.

Sanji cursed when he freed himself. The only words he recalled were “florist shop”, and he passed by a few. Defeated, he walked back to the ship. Guilt was all he felt when Luffy commanded to set sail; Sanji knew he’d never see you again, and since then he dreamed of you.

Back at the village, you entered the flower shop you worked at. Petal Florist was the smallest but most popular so any free moment you had you’d mingle around the village.

“You’re glowing,” your coworker complimented.

“I saw someone today.” You replied, walking to the flower station. You mindlessly created a bouquet, and sighed when you added, “and I know I’ll never see him again.”

“Oh stop being dramatic! I’m sure you will!”

You shook your head and wrapped a ribbon around the bouquet you made. It was a yellow one, with daffodils and sunflowers.

“He won’t come back.” You whispered. You looked up at your coworker and added a pained smile, “and I’m okay with that.”

Little did you know that out on the seas, a pirate chef was thinking the same thing.

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law + morning coffee

masterlist || commissions

tagging: @willowbelle @queenmimi2817 @risenwrites @eelnoise @cloudzoro @kaizokuniichan @mirillua @atanukileaf @sanjisprincesswifey

though the murky, dense darkness of the early morning still hangs in the air, almost to the point of suffocation, law finds himself reluctantly tearing himself out of bed. he's exhausted, worn out, and lets out a deep sigh as he throws his sweatshirt on and wraps a blanket around his shoulders, sleepily shuffling into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. he passes clione and uni on the way, headed back to their beds after working through the night; the pair wave to their captain, but he's borderline unresponsive as he hunches over the kitchen counter, sipping at the steaming dark liquid in his mug, immune to the burns its leaving on his tongue.

he's waiting—impatiently tapping his foot as he strains his ears listening for the slightest hint of a whistle from the tea kettle. the second it starts to squeal, he pours the hot water into an insulated cup, tosses a tea bag and some honey in, and trudges back towards his bed. law sets the cup on the nightstand, and huffs with exhaustion as he crawls back under the covers and pulls you close, his weary bones screaming out for the comfort of your warmth; the caffeine coursing through his veins won't take effect for another half hour or so, and he plans to take full advantage of every extra second of sleep he can get.

his movements wake you, causing you to stir slightly against him, but you're far too tired to do anything except readjust yourself and fall back into a deep slumber, slender fingers interlaced with his. when the two of you wake up for real, tied into a tangled mess of limbs, law will be considerably more well-rested and agreeable, and your tea will still be piping hot on the nightstand.

one morning, you ask law why he goes to so much trouble each morning to ease your morning routine; he simply gives you a crooked half-smile and replies that he did it on a whim. in return, you give him an appreciative grin back as you sip on your tea, with the knowledge that you've truly wormed yourself into his heart, even if he expresses it in the most roundabout and indirect of ways.

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tiger lily | ace x f!reader

written for @seasonaldelightsbingo language of flowers bingo

sfw-ish, some spice at end wc: 699 summary: you two have a meaningful conversation (a continuation of the touch starved headcanon)

“Is this all you can do?” You laughed. Ace smirked and shook his head, easily pinning you on the sand. Before your wrestling match, both of you were enjoying a picnic by the ocean. By picnic, it was all about Ace. Your meal consisted of meat, sake, and little vegetables. Ace dozed off two times before he had his fill. What woke him up the second time was you flicking sand on his face.

“Nope.” He replied simply, putting a fiery finger close to your forehead. “I’ve got a lot of surprises that you don't know about.” You pouted as he extinguished his finger and helped you up. Sighing, you motioned for him to follow you back to your cabin by the sea. Ace smiled and easily caught up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath of the salty ocean water, the light breeze, and Ace. It was day two of Ace visiting, and you couldn't have been happier. His quest for finding Blackbeard was taking a toll on him, you saw that. Ace wouldn’t admit to it, but you knew that he was tired. Even though he's strong, he had his limits, and you were one of the few people who can bring his attention to himself.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he held the door open for you. You quietly thanked him and sat down on a worn couch, leaning against it to look up at the ceiling.

“It’s you.” You mumbled, still looking up. “I’m worried about you.”

Exhaling out a deep breath, Ace closed the door and plopped down next to you, gently putting his warm head on your shoulder. He knew why. This wasn’t the first time you two had this conversation.

Ace closed his eyes and nodded his head. Even though he had an idea of what you were going to say, he had a feeling that it was different. He wasn’t concerned of your relationship, nor did he second guess your feelings for him. Opening his eyes, he gently grabbed your left hand and wrapped his thumb and pointer fingers around a scar on your left ring finger.

“You know I love you, right?” He murmured into the crook of your neck. He kissed your skin and looked up at the ceiling with you.

“I love you too.”

“I promise you, once I get a hold of Blackbeard you can sail the seas with me again.

“Ace, rumor has it that he ate a devil fruit and...”

“You think I’m not strong enough to handle him?” Ace asked gently. You shook your head and sat up, changing your glance from the ceiling to his face, which you cupped with both hands and turned to look at you.

“I have no doubt in you.” You whispered, rubbing his rough cheeks with your thumbs. “You’re strong. You are a Whitebeard Pirate, and the best one might I add.”

“Oophh, I definitely can’t tell that to Pops. He’ll kick my ass out of the crew.” He laughed, kissing your fingers.

“You’re a tiger lily, Ace.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. He sighed happily and pushed you in closer to him, enveloping you in a warm embrace.

“So why are you worried?” He asked, roughly grabbing some of your hair. He made you look up at him, your eyes locked as he he slowly brought his fingers under your shirt. Your heart raced as you felt his rough, calloused touch on your chest, your right breast being gently squeezed. “Well?”

“Mmm...” you sighed. “When you win against Blackbeard, what happens if I’m not-”

You were interrupted by Ace pinching your nipple. “You’re strong too. You think you’ll be the death of me?” His lips were next to your ear as he said those words to you. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and when he let go of your hair he automatically pushed your against the small couch, hovering over you as he waited for your response.

“Yes.” You breathed out.

Ace chuckled and kissed your lips. “Only I can be the judge of that.”

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zoro x cute, stubborn, childish gn!reader

summary: sometimes you can be a pain in the ass but you’ll always be his favorite

a/n: I hope you don’t mind, but I made this gender neutral anon!

sfw

CUTE TRAIT

Zoro is firm, serious, and an overall badass. These and his typical traits that give him the title the “Demon of Hell” shows that his focus is only to get better and nothing will stand in his way.

Of course, there was you. You are his weakness, and when you give him the special look that makes him roll his eyes and sigh that means you win.

“Damn, babe, why do you have to be this way?” He asks, exasperated. “Stop giving me that damn look.”

CHILDISH TRAIT

He finds this trait the most troublesome to deal with.

It’s annoying, let’s be straight forward with it, but tolerable to an extent.

When you whine about not getting your way, or stomp your feet when he tells you that he has to take a nap, it pushes his buttons.

He’ll ignore you to make a point.

He can overlook your childish behavior because he loves you, but he makes sure to put you in your place.

STUBBORN TRAIT

You don’t get away with everything. Zoro does have limits with you, but he is gentle when dealing with your stubborn ass.

It may seem like an annoying trait, but being stubborn does show him that you will stick to your decision.

The stubbornness is a clue to him that no compromises will be made unless they really convince you.

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nsfw

Mihawk loves getting head while he is sitting on his throne with you kneeling down in front of him.

With his long, delicate fingers, he grips your head tightly when you kiss his length from the tip down his shaft. He whispers how good you are and that you’re doing a wonderful job pleasuring him.

He isn’t loud when he climaxes into your mouth for he believes that you should be the only one to hear his moans of pleasure.

Sucking Mihawk normally leads to him fucking your face senseless if he gets completely lost in the moment.

“You look stunning, with my cock in your mouth.” He’d say. “You’re doing such a good job, my flower. Now, for your reward, how do you want me to make love to you?”

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I hope everyone has a happy march! may this month bring everyone happiness, new beginnings and lots of beautiful sunsets 🍃💐🌿

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Happy very special MEAT DAY! 🍖🥳

you can only reblog this once every 4 years

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I'm actually crying

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morning after with the monster trio

sfw • some spice by mentioning implied sex

summary: the Straw Hats come to the tavern you work at to celebrate Franky joining the crew. To your surprise, you ended up joining the celebration and found yourself in a bed in an unfamiliar room on a pirate ship the next day.

Sanji

Sanji is a gentle lover, but can get carried away if he is caught up in the moment.

And that is exactly what happened last night.

You wake up with a hickey on your neck and bite marks on your arms and feet. You are also upset, seeing that his side of the bed is empty. Negative thoughts flood your mind, and you are certain last night is the first and last time you’ll see him.

However, when you smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, you hop out of bed to find him making strawberry pastries along with a side of eggs for breakfast.

“How was your sleep, cherie?” He asks you. Smiling, you help yourself to a quiet morning meal with Sanji and talk about how next time you two meet, no drinking will be involved.

Zoro

Zoro, known for his lack of directional skills, ended up having sex with you on the wooden dock next to the ship.

Luckily, you are both under the shadows of the Thousand Sunny and hidden from prying eyes or villagers.

You wake up on your side, his shirt on your chest while his trousers barely cover his waist.

After you sat up, you are aching in between your legs; you two obviously did it rough and seeing finger bruises around your wrists showed that he dominated you.

Chuckling, you lay back down and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of the gentle waves on the harbor and getting pulled into an embrace.

Luffy

The captain of the Straw Hats has an amount of stamina you never knew any person could have.

After the filling meal, he was absolutely feral when he brought you into his cabin in a drunken state of mind.

Waking up, both of you are sweaty. You swore he heard him yell “Gear 2!” before a wave of pleasure washed over you. The room is hot like a sauna and you check your body for burns—luckily you didn’t have any.

Seeing how peaceful he looks, you decide let him sleep. You dress, look for Sanji, and asked him what Luffy likes for breakfast.

In his cabin, you find him yawning on bed. Smelling the bacon, he stretched one of his arms and wrapped it around you.

“Aw, you made breakfast!” He exclaims happily. Before you knew it, he scarfed down both of your plates. “Got more?”

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liking swordsmen is a family thing omg

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“I’ll teach you, little eggplant.”

[Sanji Week, Day 1: Childhood]

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