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Op men when you wear a revealing bikini🥥🥥🥥

Pairings: One piece men x f!usually modest!reader

Characters: Luffy, Sabo, Law, Kid

Tw: suggestive themes but nothing explicit/food in Luffy's

Notes: these are headcannons and short stories; law is a horny dweeb; I went a little overboard with Luffy and Sabo's I think; law's gets the dirtiest; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🥥🥥🥥

🥥Luffy

He's playing with Usopp when he sees his jaw drop, so he turns around to see what he's looking at.

Believe it or not,Luffy's eyes widen a little when he sees what you're in. It is surprising. For the most part you cover yourself pretty thoroughly unless it's a hot day and even then your torso is usually covered, and any shorts or skirts you wear don't venture much further than your knees.

So Luffy is actually just the tiniest bit stunned when you walk onto the beach clad in one of Nami's bikinis, a cute bralette with a few strings doing a poor job of covering your cleavage, and bottoms that hang dangerously low on your hips.

It's not necessarily that he's seeing a lot of skin, Luffy doesn't really notice things like that and the majority of your crew walk around borderline topless anyway. In terms of the other ladies on board,Nami and Robin dress pretty revealing all of the time and Luffy's never cared, so no, it's that he's seeing a lot of your skin.

Unconsciously stares at you. It's mostly out of curiosity but he does like what he sees. Will probably embarrass you by blatantly checking you out for a bit, since Sanji has made it clear that he's not allowed to touch, and take in parts of you that he never gets to see. He'll likely forget that he feels a way and get back to goofing off after getting sprayed by Usopp, but throughout the day, whenever he wraps an arm around you or you bump or press into him, he's conscious of how much he's really seeing all over again.

Screaming, laughing, and talking disturb the tranquility of the small island the Straw Hat pirates decided to rest on. Nami and Robin relax under the shade of an umbrella Franky put up,while Sanji barbecues, Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy are busy chasing each other around with water guns, and Zoro is likely sleeping under a palm tree nearby. You yourself are busy walking over some more meat for Sanji. You're so focused on the wobbling tray that you don't realize Luffy is about to back into you until too late. He crashes into you, knocking the tray onto your chest and your butt onto the ground.

“Geez Luffy! Watch where you're going!” Usopp shouts from somewhere further up the beach while Luffy spins toward you.

“Oops. Sorry Y/n.” He says with a cute laugh as he reaches down to lift you up, but freezes when his eyes land on you. You're sitting on your behind and trying to get some sand out of your eye, but his gaze is focused a little lower than your face. Because he had bumped you, all the meat on the tray was now decorating the sand, but a few had been saved from the ground. Specifically two steaks that sit on your body, one in your lap, and one resting snug on top of your boobs. Luffy just blinks as fantasies he never even knew he had,come to life in his head.

“Aw man, Sanji's gonna be mad.” You sigh,before grimacing and sliding a piece of raw meat off of your breasts, leaving glistening juice behind. You reach for the one in your lap when Luffy quickly stops your hand. You look up at him and find that he's giving you a look you've never seen before. Close to how he looks when he's gotten serious during a battle, but there's a heat behind it, one that matches the one that builds embarrassingly quickly in your stomach because of it. Luffy gently pulls your hand away.

“Let me do it.” He says quietly, his eyes on yours until you nod your head. Both of your hearts are beating hard behind your chests as Luffy slowly reaches his hand into your lap. You hold your breath and it's as if he's grabbing for the steak in slow motion, until a voice calls out, and you both jump up like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't have.

“Luffy go and get me some fruit from the trees down the coast! I'm gonna make a sorbet with them!” Sanji calls out from the grill and both you and Luffy stand up quickly. He continues to look at you while you dust the sand off your legs and butt, struggling because the barbecue meat had made you sticky.

“Ok!” He calls back, without really taking his eyes off you. You look up when he takes your hand.

“Y/n,come with me?” He breathes out hurriedly, and you stumble for a moment, trying to think of what to say.

“I should probably rinse off though.” You mutter, not really wanting to do whatever you both had in mind while covered in raw meat drippings. Luffy just tugs your hand gently.

“We can do that too.” He sighs and that heated look is back in his eyes. Again he waits for your response, and after a moment you nod.

“Ok.” You say and butterflies swarm in your stomach as you let Luffy race with you down the coast.

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🥥Sabo

He's waiting for you and Koala to get dressed so you can go down to the beach and looks up when he hears her gushing over something

Surprised

He can't help but follow you with his eyes for a moment when you walk out of the room with koala, You had a sheer shawl on but it did nothing to cover up the two triangles of fabric held together with a string bow and the straps of your bottoms resting high on your hips, revealing the sides of your vline.

He wasn't sure what bathing suit he'd been expecting you to walk out in but it definitely wasn't a bikini, a rather small one at that. Your typical outfits were more conservative, cute jackets and coats that match whatever shoes you're wearing,carefully put together tops and bottoms. He's never seen so much of your bare body before so he finds himself sneaking glances at you more times than he's proud of

It doesn't help that you stick next to him like you always do, and he's extremely conscious whenever and wherever your skin touches his now,

And it feels like that's happening a lot more than usual today.He doesn't know if you're doing it on purpose or if it's simply coincidence, maybe you noticed how red his ears turn whenever you hug his arm into your chest, or the way he can barely stop himself from freezing up a little when you brush against him, and you're doing it to tease him.

Feels the need to avert his eyes everytime they land on you, and when they do he knows he'll feel slightly guilty no matter where he looks.

Sabo wouldn't consider himself the kind of guy that struggles when confronted by a lewd display. If a woman were to try and seduce him by flashing a lot of skin, on a mission or otherwise,he probably wouldn't bat an eye. That's why he doesn't understand ehy he's so focused on the way you climb up the ladder of the pool, frozen like a statue in the middle of grabbing a drink out of the ice bucket. Water drips off and down your physique as you climb the rest of the steps, spilling down your thighs and chest as you wipe locks of hair out of your face.

Sabo swears you're moving in slow motion when you walk towards him. The softest parts of you bouncing tantalizingly with each step you take. The way you shake your hair a little. The small smile on your face. He wonders if he's imagining the sunlight illuminating your silhouette. He's still staring when you walk up to him with a sigh.

“Hey Sabo, can you hand me one?” You greet him softly and gesture towards the mini canteen in his hand. When you glance at him, Sabo recovers quickly, smoothly transitioning his horny gaze into a relaxed and cheerful smile, like only a skilled revolutionary like himself can pull off.

“Yeah no problem!” He answers coolly and reaches into the bucket before tossing a canteen to you. You catch it gracefully but yelp when a bit of the crushed ice clinging to the bottle, falls into your cleavage. Sabo is quick to step over, instinctively jumping to help you like he always does, all the while scolding himself in his head. How's he supposed to help you with something like this?

“It's ok, it's uh- melted already.” You laugh quietly, noting how jumpy Sabo has been since you walked out in this get up. Sabo is a skilled revolutionary but so are you, and like he guessed,you've been aware of his attention this entire time. At first it was embarrassing, but then it got a bit exciting, teasing him. You feel Sabo's gaze on you again, and decide to mess with him a little more. Tugging at the middle of your bra a bit, you draw it forward, and expose more of your breasts to him.

“See? All gone.” You say sweetly and look up at him to see his reaction. Sabo finds himself at a loss for words. Cool water droplets trickle over your girls, where you draw them together for him. You had to be doing this on purpose, and the thought of that really intrigued him. You bite your lip when Sabo clears his throat.

“Um-.” He just barely manages to say before he's suddenly pushed towards you. A beach ball bounces on the floor and you hear one of your coworkers yell an apology from the pool, but you're more focused on the man in front of you. Golden hair tickles your chin, and you flinch when you feel his breath puff just below your collarbone. You look down at Sabo, who's face to face with your boobs and bracing himself with your arms.

“Hey Sabo?” You ask tentatively. All you can see are his crimson ears from your angle, and you'd wonder if he was breathing if you didn't feel consistent puffs of air against your chest. You yelp when Sabo suddenly yanks you away and holds you at arm's length, his head down to hide his blush.

“Do you mind- helping me with something?” He says quietly before lifting his head, and the look he gives you is enough to make your knees weak.

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🥥Law

He knew this beach day was a bad idea the moment penguin mentioned it, but because everyone seemed like they could use some sun and fresh air, he agreed, but the moment you walked out onto the sand, he knew he'd made a mistake.

Why'd you suddenly decide to wear something like that? A skimpy one piece bathing suit with a large diamond cut out of the center, showing off practically your entire torso, and he won't even get started on the back. Law didn't know if it was the design or if it was just too small for you, but either way the bottoms of your breasts were peeking out just the tiniest bit from being squished in the fabric,and it was extremely distracting, your entire outfit is.

You always seemed comfortable in the crew’s uniform jumpsuit, and when the crew docked you always wore modest, basic clothes. For as long as he'd known you, you've never been the type to show off or show out. Even your personality was a rather calm one, so this random choice of a sexy bathing suit didn't make any sense to him.

On pervert patrol and that unfortunately includes his own wandering eyes. He's quick to glare at penguin or shachi for any compliments they give you, but it's only because he himself doesn't have the guts to tell you how attractive he thinks you look. As for other people, his glare is so cold they could probably feel it from halfway across the beach. He even puts the rest of the crew on lookout duty to make sure no one makes you or Ikkaku uncomfortable

He has no confidence in this claim but sometimes it feels like you're bending over in front of him on purpose. Law wears a straight face the entire time and he even does a good job of suppressing his blush, but in his head he's thinking things that embarrass even himself.

Law's shades do a great job of concealing the way he admires you from his comfortable spot on his beach chair. You're sitting on your knees not far from him,busy building a sandcastle with bepo and Ikkaku. You're only patting on a few shell windows, but all he can focus on is the way your thighs squish under your weight, the high cut in your one piece revealing the crease between your thighs and pelvis. Law immediately sighs and tilts his head back before his thoughts can drift to how his hands would feel gripping that exact area. He hears footsteps approaching him and has to suppress another sigh when he looks up and sees that it's you.

“Hey captain, have you seen the sunscreen? I just remembered I haven't put any on.” You ask while looking between the chairs for your beach bag. Law doesn't even realize he's staring at you again until you bend over and he has to force himself to look away,for the sake of his own heart. You were sweating a little at this point ,and the view of your side profile in that outfit wasn't doing anything to help the little problem he was hiding with his book.

“It's in my bag, I told you all to put it on before we got to the resort.” He scolds you halfheartedly while you look around. His heart almost jumps out of his chest though, when you lean over him to get to his bag instead of walking around. Your boobs are dangerously close to spilling out of your top, and all he'd have to do is glance to his left to see your ass on full display.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You mumble, not completely unaware of the way your captain was struggling. You've known him long enough to recognize his character quirks, even when he's trying to keep a straight face, and you could tell he practically short-circuited when you walked out in this bathing suit. It hadn't been intentional. You were wearing one of Ikkaku's because the shop owner at the resort closed the shop suddenly, but it was too small for you. You didn't want to wear it, but once you saw law's jaw clench and the way he bit at his lips the way he does when he's nervous, you wondered if you'd actually made the right choice.

“There it is.” You huff and mercifully lift up off of him. Law does his best to steady the rise and fall of his chest while you busily rub the sunscreen onto your skin. He glances over at you but has to avert his eyes when you start on your collar bones and dip down to your chest. Part of him is glad that you listened when he told you that even your skin tone can benefit from sunscreen, but another part of him is cursing his past self for putting him in this situation.

“Make sure you apply it thoroughly.” He reminds you before laying back and trying to get comfortable. Maybe he'll get some rest instead of embarrassing himself pining over you. He should be alright from here, but he only closes his eyes for a moment before you call out to him.

“Cap, can you help me with my back?” you ask sweetly, and law has to restrain a groan. He's in trouble.

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🥥Kidd

Is surprised you even walked out in something like that

And even worse,you have the audacity to look good in it.

He's never seen much more than your arms and legs. You're always walking around the ship in sweaters and jeans or skirts. At first he even thought it was because you were insecure or something, but now he knows that obviously isn't the case.

He's almost offended, like, how dare you walk out here and stun him like that??? And how dare you make such a huge jump from being covered from head to toe to wearing a skimpy bikini? At least warn a guy! You're wearing basically nothing. A skimpy bikini with an incredibly small top, that barely holds your girls in and bottoms that could almost be considered lingerie.

All day he's hyper aware of any eyes on you and he's definitely mad dogging anyone that gets too good of an eyeful. It's because he's looking out for his people as your captain, he tells himself. Not because he's feeling a little jealous or anything. He's not even your dude( salty)

That doesn't mean he can't check you out though. He'll deny it if anyone mentions it, but he's definitely getting his looks in whenever he has a chance. How could he not when you looked so good? He won't lie, he's always thought that You've got a cute enough face, and your outfits are pretty cool, but kidd has always had a thing for sexy girls, and that has never been you until today, not fashion wise at least( there's times when you give him this look, like you know him better than he knows himself,and it pisses him off so bad but simultaneously makes him want to wife you up and bend you over the kitchen counter) but now that you're flaunting your stuff a little, it's making it even harder than before to pretend he doesn't like you, especially when his swim trunks are so tight.

“I got it!” Both you and Kid shout at the same time before lunging at the ball falling over your team's side of the net.

“Shit!”Kid curses and tries to stop himself but you collide against his wall of a body anyway. He's fine, but you bounce off of him like nothing. With a wince, you fall back a little but Kid manages to wrap a muscular arm around you right before you flop on your butt, practically lifting you off the sand. He tugs you back into him and you brace yourself with a hand against his chest.

“Thanks cap, I almost busted my-” You begin to say before you look up at the brightest red cheeks you've ever seen. Kid is blushing down to his neck, and it's because your boobs are smashed up against him. His heart beats quicker at the sight of your pretty skin tone contrasting against his own pale one. Your face starts to burn too when you realize just how much of his huge body is against you, that and the fact that he's effortlessly holding you up with one arm. You knew Kid was strong and well,huge, but being carried against him like you weighed nothing, tends to drive it home.You're extremely grateful your flush isn't visible like his is. Both of you snap out of your horny haze when one of your crew whistles loudly from across the net.

“Get a room you horndogs!” Killer calls out with a shake of his head, and the rest of your crew joins in, shouting and whistling at the way you two were caught all hugged up. Kidd quickly drops you back onto your feet and you immediately turn to your crew to deny everything.

“Shut up, it's not like that! Tell em Kidd!” You shout at them before turning to your Captain to back you up, but Kidd just sighs and rubs the back of his neck. You watch with confusion as he apparently makes up his mind about something.

“Eh fine, so what if it is like that huh?! You scrubs!” Kidd shouts back and your eyes widen, because he basically just admits that he was thinking dirty thoughts about you too. He looks down at you with a smirk and leans next to you.

“Isn't that right short stuff?” he groans into your ear and you almost fall to the ground again. The crew is causing a commotion all around you two but Kidd keeps his eyes trained on you until he gets your ok. No sooner do you roll your eyes and nod, does he pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

“Hey!” You shout while you try to ignore the tingle building in your abdomen, and slap his shoulder but Kidd barely feels it.

“Looks like we'll be heading out!” Kidd calls out to everyone else with a dirty grin and a protective hand covering your ass, before walking off to a secluded part of the beach.

A/n: I hope this wasn't too idk immature, I don't really know how to write captivating or enticing smut/suggestive stuff lol, so I'm yeh, feeling pretty insecure about this one. I do plan on doing a part 2 tho, so please lmk if you want it to be about more characters or a explicit continuation of these scenarios! Let me know who your favorite was too if you want. Thanks for reading!🥥🥥🥥

🥥Taggies: @cookieswithay ; @bokutosbiceps ; @stuckinthewrongworld ; @wrennyx ; @anyaswlrd ;

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I'm still here

I haven't been on tumblr in a while. I haven't written in a while. I do plan on writing again eventually, things in the states are crazy and we just started so I will write once things settle down.

I have been reading a lot though and if anyone wants a book recommendation feel free to ask :). Reading is the only way I'm coping with current events and my own mental ailments, writing is much harder for me.

I do appreciate everyone that is still reading my fics and anyone that has already read them. I hope I can start writing again soon, for now I will simply reblog any fics I read <3

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i havent written fluff in a MINUTE

perhaps i'll write some before the holidays creep up and steall all my time and energy🤔🤔

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Closer (NSFW)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING to those who celebrate lol

this took me forever APOLOGIES, writing is hard and my mental health is in rough waters. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME

Song inspired by this saucy song lol

Eustass "Captain" Kidd x fem!reader

public (kinda), fingering, dom!kidd, unprotected sex, penetration, dirty talk, strawhat reader. Reader provokes Kidd and he falls into the trap, yet he still has the upper hand.

masterlist here

word count: 1,577

He was always crude, obnoxious, aggressive. All qualities that you hated in men. And yet you couldn’t help yourself when it came to him. You were thankful to your captain for forming an alliance with the Kidd pirates. He didn’t know about your crush on their captain, and he didn’t need to know. Not that he would care. Emperor Straw Hat Luffy didn’t care as long as his crew was happy. And boy were you happy that you got to be close to Eustass “Captain” Kidd. You just wanted him to get closer to you. You hated making the first move and you were determined to get him to move first.

Luffy had found out that the Kidd Pirates were on the same island and he wanted to go “hang out” with his “friend.” And you were tasked to accompany him alongside Zoro to make sure he didn’t get in any trouble. You put on the most flattering red dress. You loved the way the fabric hugged and clinged to your body. It made you look good enough to eat. And that’s exactly what you wanted. Zoro glanced at you as the two of you followed your loud and excited captain.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed for this?” He asked, turning his gaze back to the straw hat captain. “Well if all goes well, hopefully I’ll end up underdressed.” You joked. You were good friends with Zoro, him and Robin were the only ones in the crew that knew about your thing for Captain Kidd. He chuckled under his breath at your comment. “Just don’t do anything too stupid. We promised Nami we wouldn’t get into trouble.”

"We promised Nami we wouldn’t let Luffy get into trouble. I never promised anything.” You stuck out your tongue, teasing.

“OI! JAGGY!” Luffy yelled out as he approached Kidd’s ship, prompting the fiery-red haired pirate to walk out. “What d-ya want?!” He yelled back. Luffy stretched out his arms and launched himself onto the ship. In the midst of the chaos, Kidd glanced in your direction. His eyes almost immediately shooting away. He was taken aback by how good you looked and he didn’t want it to show. You watched him as he and Luffy argued. You climbed aboard the ship, making sure you were behind Zoro. You were close but you weren’t “Look at my ass in this dress” close.

Once on the ship, you sauntered over to greet Eustass Kidd. He refused to look at you, not wanting you to see how visibly flustered he was at the sight of you in that dress. “Hello Captain Kidd. Been a while” You smiled. “Yeah.” Kidd was short with you. Zoro scoffed, walking away muttering about finding alcohol. You turned to Luffy, who was about to scurry away after the smell of food coming from the kitchen. “We were uh- about to have dinner. Do ya want to-” Kidd was cut off by Luffy sprinting away, all he needed was the notion of a green light.

Kidd continued to avoid eye contact with you, wouldn’t even look in your direction. “You’re quiet… And nice. What the fuck is your deal?” You asked him. “No I’m not. What are you talking about?” He was defensive, yet still wouldn’t look at you. “You totally are. Have you gone soft on me Captain Kidd? That’s no fun.” You wanted to provoke him. You wanted him angry. “I’m not soft, shut it.”

It was working.

“Really?” You stepped closer to him. “Because it looks like you’re being a welcoming host.” You laughed. “Shut your whore mouth” Kidd said under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. “What was that?” You placed a hand on his shoulder, he tensed beneath your touch for a moment. “I couldn’t hear your soft voice.” You chuckled. He grabbed onto your wrist, turning his body to face you. “Shut the fuck up.” His stature was intimidating on its own, he towered over you. And yet you weren’t scared of him. You were excited. His hand had a firm grip on your wrist, keeping you in place. You wanted to keep poking the bear to see how far he would go. “And what if I don’t shut up? What are you gonna do about it?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

He smiled at you. He pulled you closer to him, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Do what I say and we can have a nice peaceful dinner between both our crews. Shut it.” His voice had dropped down, almost a growl. You stood up on your toes to get slightly closer to his face.

“Make me.”

His smile turned into a devilish grin. He pulled you to the back of the ship. Once you were far enough away from the rowdy crew in the midst of dinner, he put one hand up your dress. You gasped at the sudden contact of his fingers against your bare skin. “Gotta be quiet unless you wan’ em to find us like this.” He smiled. “And no panties? You had a plan didn’t ya?” He chuckled, grazing his fingers softly over your clit. A small moan escaped your lips and he placed a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh. If you want it that bad you have to listen to me and shut the fuck up.”

You looked up at him and nodded. Your confident persona dropping as soon as you felt his warm hands on your skin. His body pressed up against yours while he teased you. He coated his fingers in your slick before pushing two up inside you. You bit your lip as you moaned into his hand softly. He was moving them in an agonizingly slow pace, torturing you as you were desperate for more. “You look so good like this. Fuck, ya wore this red dress to get me worked up huh?” Kidd’s voice was low and gravely, his eyes had dilated with lust. You felt foggy, intoxicated with the feeling of his fingers inside you. It took everything in you to look directly into his eyes, remove his hand from your mouth, and speak. “It worked though. You’re so easy.”

He chuckled. Slipping his fingers out and licking them clean before he picked you up with his metal arm, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You yelped as he did so. “I’m easy? You’re the one dripping wet in anticipation bitch.” He whispered in your ear as he used his free hand to undo his pants. His dick was bigger than you had anticipated, you felt it as Kidd pushed the tip in a little. You gasped, bracing yourself.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk.” He spoke in a soft growl. He kissed your neck roughly, leaving traces of his lip paint behind. He moaned against your skin as he pushed more of himself inside you slowly. “You’re so fucking tight” His breath tickled you. You felt him stretch you. It was deliciously painful, you found yourself gripping his hair tightly, earning a hiss of pleasure from him. Kidd pushed himself in more and more, allowing for little moments of adjustments. He was waiting for you to get used to him before fucking you as violently as he had promised.

Once he was entirely inside, he gave no warning before pulling his dick out and ramming it back inside. A loud moan escaped from your lips, forcing you to bite his shoulder to muffle the sound. You felt his dick twitch inside you as you bit down. Kidd’s pace was aggressive and fast. You could barely see as you bounced with every thrust. Your vision had gone blurry. The air filled with the sound of crashing waves, your muffled moans, Kidd’s grunts, and his skin slapping against yours. He nipped at your skin, running his tongue over the sensitive skin. You felt electricity course all over your body as the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter, the two of you desperately chasing that high.

Your walls were getting tighter around him. Kidd was putting all his attention on making sure you came before him. He wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling you off his shoulder. He looked into your eyes hungrily for a brief moment before kissing you. His kiss was passionate and wet. His tongue entered your mouth with no permission, it felt soft against yours. You closed your eyes, feeling every part of your body catch fire as you reached your orgasm. You tightened around him as you threw your head back and rode out your climax. Quickly he pulled himself out and painted your dress with his cum.

He sets you down on the floor, your knees betraying you as they are too weak to keep you up. He sits next to you and sees what he did to your dress. “Oh shit, sorry.” He chuckles, ripping off the fabric on the bottom of his shirt and using that to clean your dress up as best as he could. You giggle at the somewhat sweet gesture. “Just give me some of your clothes and we’ll call it even” “What if straw hat says somethin?” He asked genuinely before realizing who he was talking about. “Nah, he’s too stupid to notice.” He laughed and helped you up, guiding you to his room to pick out clean clothes.

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OH MY GOD I ABANDONED YOU IM SO SORRY

the end of this year has been ROUGH for me, a little mexican girl who lives in america (the election was devastating) not to overshare lol

plus i was a huge directioner. and a jake paul hater (he won the match😭)

ANYWAY, i am powering through and i finally started writing again. expect a new fanfic one shot short story thing by the end of the week. it's a Captain Kidd fic ;)

once again im so sorry for disappearing like that😭 social media takes effort.

LOVE Y'ALL

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i'm taking a break from writing bc i was a huge directioner and this week has been HARD :(

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God Complex (NSFW)

"I'm gonna be where you are, doesn't matter how far because we are meant to be"

i just knew how i wanted this fic to go after listening to this song. thank you @vangowithit for the pointers <3

Trafalgar Law x afab!reader

mentions of alcohol, witchcraft, obsession, cnc, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, reader has become infatuated with Law and puts a spell on him to make him feel the same way.

masterlist here

word count: 1,402

The lights were dim in your room. Only lit by the faint flame atop a candle placed ever so carefully on your altar, flickering with every breath you took. The cut out pictures and wanted posters scattered on the wall, all of him. You waited patiently, you had completed the spell a few days ago and were sure it had worked. You fiddled with the rose quarts anxiously. You had to have him. You had grown obsessive over this pirate that you had never met. Muffled chatter outside of your house grew louder, people clamoring that a pirate ship had docked nearby. No, not a pirate ship. A pirate sub. He was here.

Trafalgar Law was here.

You dressed yourself in red, tantalizing red. You sprayed yourself with perfume and made your way outside. You walked towards the dock. The sky was painted a dark shade of charcoal blue, only illuminated by the bright moon inhabiting the sky. As you got closer to the dock, the breeze dropped in temperature. You saw it. The Polar Tang. Excitement bottled up inside you. All of your hard work had paid off and you were about to reap the benefits. You stood nearby, simply waiting to make contact with the target of your desire. You watched as the Polar Tang moved with the waves, just as a figure emerged from inside. A man standing at 6’3, you knew it exactly. You locked eyes with him for a brief moment before darting away into a tavern nearby. You knew he would follow.

And he did.

You took a seat by the bar and shortly after, so did he. “Can I buy you a drink?” Law asked. You smiled at him and nodded yes. You scanned him, taking in every detail as he ordered for the both of you. He was perfect. His black hair peeking out from under his hat framed his face beautifully. His tall and slender physique with his muscles subtly outlined by his fitted clothes. His hands. His tattooed hands, you wondered how they would feel wrapped around you. Touching every part of you.

He handed you a drink, looking into your eyes with intrigue. “I’m Traf-” “Trafalgar Law. I know. You’re pretty famous.” You winked at him causing him to chuckle. “I guess so.” There was a small pause before he spoke again. “Sorry if this is forward but, my crew and I just got here and I’d rather not stay in the ship. Would you mind if I stay with you?” His voice dropped low, leaning in to whisper the last part in your ear. Immediately feeling your arousal pool under you. You smirked at him. “You can stay with me.” You took a sip of your drink, the strong liquor coating your tastebuds. You placed the glass back on the bar before getting up and taking Law’s hand.

You guided him to your house. His hand was bigger than yours. Rough and warm. You traced his tattoos with your thumb, earning a soft laugh. It was music to your ears. As you arrived, you turned around to face him. A short moment of silence as you looked into his eyes quickly turned into a thick tension. Your breathing had become heavy as he leaned closer to you. The anticipation of feeling his lips on yours was killing you but you savored the moments leading up to it. His lips crashed onto yours, kissing you hungrily. Waiting no time to push his tongue inside your mouth, massaging your own. A moan threatened to escape your throat as he placed his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

He was drawn to you. From the moment he docked on your island. He felt like the island had been calling out to him. He didn’t know what it was about you that made you so irresistible. But you knew. You knew it well. You stumbled back to the door. He pushed against you, looking for the doorknob behind you. Once opened, you tripped back prompting Law to tighten his grip to keep you from falling. He slammed the door shut behind him, breaking away for a moment. The two of you panting for air, caught in the moment. “Where is your room?” His question sounded more like a demand. You wasted no time, taking his hand and leading him once more.

Law didn’t see the altar nearby. He didn’t notice it, being blinded by the lust he felt. Once in your room he wasted no time to throw you onto your bed. He took off the shirt he was wearing, revealing his tattoos that contrasted with his tan skin. You needed him. You didn’t want to wait much longer. You pulled on his pants, taking them off yourself. Seeing the outline of his hardened cock below his boxers. You salivated, thinking of all the pleasure you would finally be bringing him. You wanted him to cum because of you, all for you.

You traced your hands down his abs, feeling him tense up the closer you got to his weeping erection. Law sucked in a breath as you grazed him, teasing him a little before taking the only barrier between your mouth and his bare body off of him.

You took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to accommodate him. You started off slow, wanting him to reach out and grab a fistful of your hair. “Fuck that feels good.” He groaned in pleasure. He began thrusting into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat as tears formed in your eyes. You watched as Law unraveled in front of you. You wanted to make him cum like this, but he had different plans. Law pulled out your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting you to him. “Get on your back.” He growled. You obliged, lifting up your bottoms to allow him a full view of your arousal dampening your lingerie underneath. He pulled it to the side, giving your pussy a long lick. You moaned loudly, a flash of pleasure washing over you.

Law licked your clit, using his tongue to trace circles over it. You reached over, knocking the hat off his head to grab onto his hair. He dipped his tongue into you, earning more sounds of pleasure from you. His hands firmly gripping your thighs as you writhed under him, reaching a climax. You looked down at him, watching him eat you out as if he was a starving man. You lost yourself in ecstasy as you rode out your high on his face. He smiled, licking his lips in satisfaction. You pulled him onto you, his body pressing yours down into the mattress.

“I want you inside of me.” You whispered in his ear. Law moaned at your request, feeling his cock throb in anticipation of feeling you wrap around him. He positioned himself at your entrance, pushing his head in agonizingly slow. He hissed through his teeth as he squeezed into you. You swallowed him up, gasping as you felt him enter you completely. He thrust into you, keeping a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling Law’s hand grip onto your thigh. He buried his head in your neck, moaning into your ear as his pleasure built. You ran your nails down his back, feeling yourself get close to a second orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good” Law twitched within you. You closed your eyes, unable to hold back. “Cum in me please.” You moaned loudly as you came undone under him. His cock shooting his hot cum into you as your walls tightened around him. He thrust a couple more times, coming down from his high.

He pulled out of you, feeling his cum leaking out of you. Law collapsed on your side, catching his breath. He chuckled softly, a breathy “fuck” slipping from his lips. You turned to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “If that’s how my stay here is gonna go, I’m not sure I’d ever wanna leave” Law laughed. You giggled in response, biting your lip. This was everything you wanted, and more. You got up, looking back at Law on your bed. “Care to join me in the shower?” You asked. He chuckled in disbelief before sitting up. “You’re trouble.” He teased, following you into the bathroom.

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songs that fueled my inspiration for the next 2 lil one shot fics i'm planning on writing:

for HIM🫦

and for HIM🥵

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Pet Play: Bartolomeo

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 3,500

Themes: Bartolomeo x f!reader, Straw-Hat reader, mdni, 18+, smut, nsfw, Dom!reader, pet!Barto, praise kink, oral, gendered terms and endearments used.

Notes: first time writing for Barto, and I adore him. Day 5 of my birthday event!

It had been eight agonizing days of traveling with your crew alongside the Barto fanclub. Whichever way you turned, there was another picture of your face thrust into your body, with teary eyes and pens offered for you to sign the image held within by your fans. You appreciated their assistance, and did enjoy the fact that your captain gathered himself a following of devoted individuals, but it had began to overwhelm you.

As a Straw-Hat, you were a deity to be worshiped upon the pedestal held by the crew and captain of the Going Luffy. It was initially quite confronting, which then dove into overwhelming, and now simply infuriating. Their blatant disregard for your personal space had managed to make your skin crawl, and your lack of privacy had you so pent up you could burst in a rage at any moment.

The Thousand Sunny had little to no privacy as it was. Even living with a small crew of a few individuals made it difficult to find time to yourself to rejuvenate your energy - let alone now sharing the same air as those who couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone for more than was required to allow for your sleep.

What made it worse was the green-haired captain’s eyes. Those dark eyes upon his war-painted face would always find yours and beam up at you as if you were the most important thing in the world to him.

Captain Bartolomeo the Cannibal's were the eyes you would see each time you lay down to rest. Those eyes that looked up with child-like wonder as he expressed how much he adored you and his beloved Luffy. Those eyes you felt singe your back with their intensity each time you faced away, only to snap hastily anywhere else as soon as you caught him out.

It was too much.

A small call of your name broke you out of your seething, prompting you to turn to your two companions either side of you.

“Something the matter, dear?” Robin asked softly, checking you over with her knowing expression, “Have they been giving you a hard time?” She leaned back on her lounge chair to reach for her drink Sanji dutifully prepared for her.

“To be honest with you,” you confessed, piquing the interest of your copper-haired companion beside you, “This is the first moment I've had with just you guys since they came aboard.”

“Oh, I know,” Nami hummed thoughtfully as you spoke, darting her eyes towards the crowd and back to you once more, “Everywhere I go, it's just ‘Beautiful Miss Nami,’ or ‘Most Honorable Nami,’ or I think I got ‘Powerful Nami,’ at one stage - which I actually quite liked.”

Both you and Robin chuckled at her admission, garnering the attention of Bartolomeo as soon as he heard it.

To him, hearing the Straw-Hat women smile and laugh alongside him was the greatest symphony he'd ever witnessed. He felt compelled to tell you all as such, which prompted him to immediately rise to his feet and head up to the top deck towards the three of you.

“See, those names are beautiful, Nami,” you complimented her, which earned you a smile from her in response, “All I got was ‘Miss’. But yes, it's been really hard getting a moment's peace-.”

“-All of the beautiful Straw-Hat women in one spot, all lounging together like goddesses amongst us mere mortals,” Bartolomeo exclaimed with a wonder to his tone.

You groaned, hanging your head on your shoulder and pouting towards Robin. She chuckled and pursed her lips, giving a polite acknowledgement to Bartolomeo as he continued to sing praises of her ferocity and beauty.

He then focussed on Nami and spoke on her weather techniques and how much joy seeing her lightning gave him. His knack for storytelling and overemphasis on the words had you rolling your eyes and attempting to ignore him, but it was no use.

Each time you opened your mouth to speak to Robin, Bartolomeo’s growling voice barked out a whimsical wonderment towards Nami. Just as he began another tirade of how truly in awe he was to her polearm fighting techniques, you couldn't take it anymore and snapped at him.

“Down boy! Sit! Fuck, do I need to leash this guy?” you growled at him, causing him to immediately slink away from the three of you with his jaw slack. Before you had an opportunity to rephrase your wording, he plonked himself down on the floor, crossing one leg over the other and nodding at you in a frantic bob.

“You can leash me,” he whispered breathily, nodding once more with his eyes wide and wanting. “If it would make an angel more beautiful than anything my mind could conjure up in my dreams happy, I would do it-.”

“-Oh, stop with the praise, damn it,” you dismiss him, “Or I'll be forced to muzzle you too.” Nami sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to stifle her laugh while Robin drew her straw up to her lips and drank a small mouthful of the liquid.

Bartolomeo’s eyes rolled in his skull, his whine caught in his throat at the picture you gave him.

Of all of the Straw Hats, aside from Luffy, you were his favorite. He was always too nervous to approach you while either you or he was alone, simply because he felt as if he couldn't control what he would say to you. What was he to do, admit he had been in love with you the moment he captured your news clipping in his hands? Surely not.

“You don't need to muzzle me,” Bartolomeo confirmed with you softly, “I know how to behave. I can be a good boy for you.”

“Oh yeah?” you taunt him, leaning forward and challenging him with your glare, “You gonna be my good boy?”

Nami turned her head, her eyes wide while containing a squeal at the interaction between yourself and Bartolomeo. Robin’s smile grew in a large grin, her teeth now exposed and giving her an unhinged aura about her.

“I'll be anything you want me to. I can be your good boy,” Bartolomeo confessed breathily, your glare shooting sparks straight down to his cock and causing it to twitch against the seam in his pants. You reached forward, collecting his smooth chin in your fingers and smiling suggestively at him.

“Anything I want you to be?” you nod, looking down your nose at him and nodding suggestively. He mirrored your nod with his brows peaking at the center of his forehead. “Do you think you could start with being quiet? Then followed by you and your crew leaving us alone for at least two hours more than our sleep schedule every damn day?”

Nami burst out laughing, no longer able to contain her teeters. Robin’s soft chuckle joined hers, but your challenge never moved from your face.

Bartolomeo felt all of the air swell in his lungs at once, his breath snatched from him while being held beneath your stare. He let out a soft whimper, causing you to almost feel bad for him before he collected your right hand within both of his and tugged it tenderly away from his chin.

“If that's what you want, mistress,” he whispered, softly leaning down and pressing his forehead to your knuckles, “Then I'll keep myself and my crew away from you all when you need your space. I can be quiet. I promise.” He raised his head up and once again and beamed emotionally up at you, “I didn't mean to offend you with how much I like you all. I'll be quiet. I can do it, mistress.”

Your lips parted as he stood, releasing your hand from his grip and bowing low to you once reaching full stature.

“I'm sorry, ladies,” he nodded, raising his head to meet your eyes and depict his honesty, “I'll be whatever you need me to be. If you need me to be quiet, then I'll be quiet. I'll keep them all quiet. Again, I'm sorry.”

He backed away, causing your eyes to maintain their contact against his as he did so. Robin slowly held her eyes on yours and smirked as she noticed the slight hitch in your breath and fluster on your cheeks.

“Well, that was certainly something,” she chuckled contemplatively. “How did it make you feel?”

“A big ol', green-haired, sharp-toothed puppy dog following your orders,” Nami cooed beside you, causing heat to continue rising in your face and tips of your ears, “Did you see the way he looked at you? So devoted and needy.” Both women teased you with a soft coo, causing you to growl and hide your face in your hands.

“Fuck…” you whispered softly, raising your fingers to pinch at the bridge of your nose, “Something about the visual of him in a collar, leash, and muzzle did something. Damn it.”

“Hey, we don't Kink-Shame on the Thousand Sunny,” Nami pointed out, Robin nodding with a soft hum beside you in confirmation, “You wanna leash him, I'm pretty sure Sanji or Zoro might have something you can use. Or maybe Franky could make something for you-.”

“-You’re making it worse,” you growl at her. Her laugh once again rang melodiously through the top deck and down to the joint crew now being reprimanded by Bartolomeo.

“Don't you want him to be your ‘good boy’?” Robin probed you, “Have him sit by your heals and do little tricks to earn a reward?”

“Robin, damn it-!” you again groaned at her, “Not. Helping.”

“Would it help if we watched the door for you?” she shrugged nonchalantly, “Have you and Bartolomeo in a room together for you to invoke some discipline on the needy pup?” You turn and glare at her, causing her to place down her drink to raise her hands in submission.

“This was not meant with disrespect, love. I mean it,” she nodded at you, turning to Nami and nodding at her too, “We've all been pent up for a while, and you and the captain have chemistry together. Your auras align, and I'm sure he would want to continue exploring that with you.”

“Oh yeah? And what am I going to do?” you flail dramatically. Gesturing down to the bottom deck where Bartolomeo was gazing at you like a devotee up at his idol, you continued, “Go and say: ‘Alright pup, come and show me what a good boy you can be and follow some orders in my quarters’? Be real, Robin.”

“That's precisely what I'm saying,” she nodded at you, gesturing down to the base of the Thousand Sunny and shooing you with a soft flail of her hands, “Now off you go. Get your good boy.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, immediately feeling compelled to rise to your feet and leaving their company, “You're both so mean to me. I hope you're happy.”

“Not as happy as you're about to be-,” Nami snickered, only to be silenced by a scowl you sent towards her.

“I’m going to my quarters,” you growl at them both before taking a few steps towards the deck and peering down, “Let me have my fun.” Pursing your lips, you exhale a soft whistle to gather the attention of the cannibal on the surface below you. Clicking your tongue at him, you caught his eye and bobbed your head towards the hallway beneath the ship.

“That was always the plan, love,” Robin smiled at you. “We’ll make sure nobody bothers you until you're needed, which won't be for a while, will it, Nami?”

“Nope. Weather is perfect, and land isn't in sight for about four hours or so,” she nodded at you, “Go get that big puppy to learn some tricks. He looks like he'd be an animal in bed, and with a title like ‘cannibal’, you just know he eats well.”

With another exasperated sigh, you fled to the bottom deck towards the corridor where Bartolomeo was waiting for you. He was antsy, rocking on the balls and heels of his feet while avoiding your eye contact. Gently reaching towards the larger man, you flick at his chin to raise his eye line to your face.

“Does the offer still stand about being a good boy for me?” you tilt your head and dart your eyes between his. You hoped the tension you felt earlier was not unrequited, your pussy already beginning to gather a wave of arousal at your slit.

“Anything you want me to be,” he confirmed in a repetition of his earlier sentiment, biting his lip and gazing innocently up through his eyelashes at you. “Let me be your little pet. Collar me, leash me. I'm yours.”

A soft whine caught itself in your nasal, guts clenching in thick knots at his admission. Reaching forward, you take him by the hand and begin leading him towards your room.

Opening the door, he has a moment to take in the most hidden and intimate look at his second favorite Straw-Hat after Luffy.

The scent, the colors, the presence: the you. Everything was you, and he needed to commit each crevasse to memory in case you asked him to leave. While he was distracted, you reached below your bed and found your hidden lingerie collection and chose the items you thought he might enjoy.

While you would prefer to collar and leash him properly, give him a pretty name tag with your name on the inside of the material, you made do with an intricate slipknot to lovingly place over his neck made from a garter and a small length of rope used for bondage as a makeshift leash. Stripping yourself hastily from your clothes, exposed and completely bare, you finally turned and sat down at your desk and hooked one knee over the other.

He took another look at your bed before he finally turned away to view what you were doing with the rope. Turning towards you, his eyes grew so wide he felt they might flee from their sockets and roll onto the wooden floorboards.

“Well, don't just stand there gawking,” you rolled your eyes and revealed the little collar and leash, “Come here and let me put this on you.”

“Hhhgnm-...” Bartolomeo whined for you, dropping to his knees and wriggling along the floor while humbling himself before you. Once at your ankles, you leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of your exposed breasts and pebbled nipples as you drew the garter over his neck. Tugging on the leash, he played along to your motion and fell into your shin.

“Gonna be a good puppy and get a treat?” you tilted your head, gently parting your thighs and removing your knee from its place laced with your other, “Show me how much of a good listener you are?”

Bartolomeo felt as if he had ascended to another plane. A Straw Hat was giving him a behind the scenes tour of their quarters, and inviting him to be blessed with the opportunity of making them cum. He felt like his heart could explode, his panting breath picking up in intensity as he almost hyperventilated in glee.

“Barto…?” you softly checked in with him, “Is this too much? Would you like me to tone it do- OH FUCK-!!”

Barely giving you a moment to expel the words of concern, Bartolomeo surged forward and began nuzzling and whining against your cunt. His lips were pursed as he kissed every inch of skin greedily, tongue darting out to flicker at your crotch and taste your skin.

“Barto, w-wait-!” you attempted to reign him in, tugging the stretchy collar and trying to pry him away from your exposed area. In lieu of pulling him back, your grip on the collar only made him want to try harder to lick and suck your skin. Just as you pulled once more to pry him away, Bartolomeo managed to flick his tongue over your clit which had you cry out for him.

“Oh, fuck-!” you hissed down at him, “Barto, please make me cum?” You hooked your thighs over his shoulders, trapping his head between your thighs and angling his larger head to get a better angle on your entire pussy.

With one hand on the leash, you drew down your other and gripped his green hair while bucking up into his face.

“More on my clit please, pup,” you directed him, grinding your pussy against his eager smile. He immediately drew his lips up and circled your clit with a soft purse. Messily sucking on your clit, he parted his lips and kept the top lip rubbing the small bud while his tongue flicked and slithered against your slit.

“Mmm-! Fuck, good pup,” you whined, contorting your face in a pleasured scrunch and grinding into his lips. “Good listening. K-Keep going.”

Bartolomeo’s eyes never left your face, mapping and committing each motion to memory and whining into your pussy. His cock felt painfully hard beneath his pants. Already dampening the crotch of his patterned material, precum leaked from his small slit at the top of his cock at each small utterance of praise.

“There you go, good pup,” you keened for him. Your pussy was so wet, and with the additional combination of Bartolomeo's enthusiasm, you felt your ecstasy building rather quickly. It had been so long since you had a moment alone to think for yourself, let alone touch yourself, and it was beginning to show with how needily you groaned and whined for Bartolomeo.

“Mm, keep going. S-So close, puppy,” you praised him. Your grip grew firmer on the leash, fistfuls of green hair now burning at each follicle in a way that had Barto rocking and humping his pants while consuming you vigorously. He loved each moment, and he knew he was going to cum untouched as soon as you exploded over his face.

“Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum,” you whine, feeling neediness continuing to take over your motions. He hummed desperately into your pussy, hoping you like the vibration he adds to your experience. He lulled his tongue out lazily, and bobbed his head messily up and down, while paying attention to your clit and slit.

You could ask Bartolomeo to do anything, and he would do it no questions asked. He would fuck your asshole with his tongue if that's what you wanted, have you sit on his face and ride him if you preferred it. All that mattered to him was making you cum. He needed to make you cum like the way his body needed water.

“Mmmfphmmm-!!” Barto babbled enthusiastically into your pussy, swiping his tongue against you with a ‘plap, plap, plap’. While the language was incoherent, the message was the same.

‘Cum for me.’

The pit in your stomach tightened to a point you felt it could snap, prompting your pitch and praise to get both higher in frequency and pitch.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck-! Barto, you're gonna make me c-cum-!! Oh, fuck. I'm cumming-!” You messily rode his face, holding onto the leash of your green-haired puppy while screaming for him. The world shattered like glass, your ecstasy cresting from your chest and swelling your bloodstream with pure bliss. Clear cum drooled out from your slit, Bartolomeo eagerly lapping it up while you chased your high.

As soon as you cried his name and warned him, he couldn't help it. Hot bursts of untouched release painted the insides of his pants and briefs as he muffled what sounded like your name into your pussy. Bucking wildly while sucking on your clit, he rode through his untouched high with his tip squished against his tight pants.

Coming back down from the crashing waves of bliss, you released the leash and his hair, peering down at him with a lazy glow illuminated in your skin.

“Good puppy,” you giggled at him, causing him to groan lovingly at the praise, “Lap it up, baby. Gotta get all cleaned up before I take that pretty cock you're hiding from me beneath those pants.”

Where Bartolomeo would usually say: “I don't think I can cum so soon, I just creamed my pants at the thought of you cumming in my face,” these were not usual circumstances. He was with his second favorite Straw-Hat, and he was not going to disappoint you.

However long you were willing to spend with him was a blessing from the gods, and he would be held at your mercy until you were ready to tell him to stop. You were a goddess to him, and he was a zealot to your altar.

“Good puppy,” you praised him, scrunching up your nose and cooing down at him. “Now get on the bed. Behave for me.”

“Yes mistress,” he whined at you, giving you needy kisses to the thighs and aiding you into his arms to bring you to the bed, “I'll keep being your good puppy for you. I can listen.”

You couldn't help the small whine that fled your throat, truly relishing in his complete and total submission to you. You then caught yourself wondering how much you could get away with by calling him your good boy. Would he let you peg him? Would he let you tie him down? Would he let you ride his face? Would he let you bite him? Would he let himself bite you with his sharp teeth if you asked him to?

All of those questions would find their answer over the next three hours of senseless and animalistic ravaging taking place on your mattress, followed by such sweet tenderness you had never known prior.

He was so sweet to you, and you praised your good puppy until you both fell asleep in the arms of one another.

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god I love buggy. shout out to this one britney spears song for the inspo fr

Buggy x Fem!Reader

mentions of alcohol. praise, unprotected sex, dominant Buggy, reader wants buggy's attention and praise, with a little liquid courage anything is possible.

masterlist here

word count: 1,137

Buggy was no stranger to being the center of attention. Even during celebrations amongst the crew, he always found a way to be in the spotlight. You were the opposite, often looking for isolated corners to hide away from the chaos of your drunk crewmates. But you wanted his attention. You wanted him to see you. To acknowledge the way he made your entire body warm up. To notice how badly you wanted his praise, his approval. Amidst the loud music, the clinking of glasses full of liquor, and the laughter amongst the crew, you saw him in the middle of the dance floor. He was glowing. Captain Buggy, in his element. In a sudden impulsive moment, you downed an abandoned drink sitting on the table in front of you. The bittersweet liquid coated your tongue and burned your throat as it went down. It was strong, you felt it go to your head instantly. You paid it no mind as you found your way to more liquor. Drinking as much as you could before you forgot about why exactly you were avoiding the crowd.

Feeling woozy and warm, you stumbled your way to Buggy. Liquid courage guiding you towards the object of your desires. You tapped him on his shoulder, making him turn around to face you. “Do you wanna dance?” There was a slight slur in your words. He chuckled before taking your hand and shooting a wink to the band, queuing them to play a different song. The music filled the room, you felt every beat of percussion throughout your body as you danced with your captain. This newfound confidence allowed you to press up against him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. “I’ve never seen you dance before. What gives?” He asked, speaking close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music. “Just want to have some fun with you.” You responded flirtatiously. You couldn’t believe the words could fall out of your lips so effortlessly. “Oh? How much fun?” He flirted back.

You felt your heart speed up. Completely forgetting that the rest of the crew could see you. It was just you and Buggy. The closeness you felt to your captain was intoxicating. The feeling of his hands on your lower back as you danced made you feel as if you were on fire. You wanted to feel him. You wanted more. As the song came to an end, you felt his grip loosen. You clung onto him, leaning towards his ear and whispering “I want more.”

The clown smirked, taking your hand and leading you away from everyone.

Hearing loud Oooooh's coming from your crewmates slowly fade into the background as the party continued behind you. You were in a dark hallway, Buggy in front of you. He walked until he had ensured complete isolation from anyone. Without warning, he pushed you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. “Is this what you had in mind?” He smiled as he began kissing your neck. You gasped, writhing under him. His stubble was rough against your skin but his lips were soft. He nipped gently at your skin, earning another gasp from you. He chuckled. “Feel good?” You could only moan in response. Leaving one hand restraining you, he allowed his other hand to roam your body. Occasionally letting his gloved fingers peek under your clothes to touch your skin. As he touched you, he remained mere centimeters away from your face. You felt his breath on your lips. Buggy looked into your eyes, beckoning you to beg for him. “Please kiss me,” You said breathlessly. “Only if you promise to be good for me.” He teased you, licking your bottom lip lightly as he awaited your response. “I’ll be so good, Buggy. Please.” You pleaded. You felt helpless in front of him. You felt his lips on yours. His breath was just as heavy as yours. You kissed him desperately, pressing your body against his as you felt your own arousal pool at the bottom of your stomach. His hands were under your top, yet still gloved you yearned to feel his skin on yours.

Buggy parted your legs with his knee, you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He groaned softly. “What if I fuck you right here in the hall?” He whispered. “Would you be good for me and keep quiet? Wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this.” You looked into his eyes, nodding desperately. “I’ll be quiet. I’ll be so quiet.” He smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. Good girl.” He said before reaching under your skirt, touching you over your panties. You bit your lip to hold back a moan. Buggy looked into your eyes, a mix of lust and mischief in his eyes. “You’re so wet for me.” He commented under his breath before unzipping his pants to pull out his hard, throbbing dick. A bead of precum leaking from the tip.

You held your breath in anticipation. Your head spinning from the alcohol and lust. You felt him use his tip to push your panties to the side, his hot erection rubbing your slickened lips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck to keep from mewling. Buggy hissed as he slowly entered you. Agonizingly slow. He let go of your hands so he could hoist you up, allowing him to find the most comfortable position to fully move into you. You rested your arms around his shoulders and felt him move deeper inside you, stretching you to accommodate him. He shushed you as you bit your arm, muffling a loud moan. “You feel so good” He groaned in your ear.

His thrusts picked up the pace, jackhammering into you sloppily. You placed your hand over your mouth, holding on to Buggy. Feeling him hit the spot consistently. Soft and gentle moans fell from your lips as you tried to keep your voice down. You felt yourself reaching your climax, biting Buggy’s shoulder to keep you from screaming out his name. “That’s it” He whispered. Those words launched you over the edge, feeling your walls tightening around him as you came. Buggy groaned in pleasure, feeling you squeeze down on him. He quickly pulled out of you, painting your thigh with his cum. You collapsed onto him, your knees weak. He caught you, trying to catch his breath.

He laughed softly, placing you down on the floor before fixing himself up and sitting next to you. Buggy took off one of his gloves and used it to clean up his mess from your thigh. You looked at him and chuckled. “You had enough fun?” He teased. You bit your lip playfully before responding.

“Could always have more.”

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sorry i've fucking disappeared lmao i was dying from covid and strep throat :/

anyway imma try to write next week bc i have to put something out lmao

hope y'all are having a good weekend

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tony tony chopper should say more bad words

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Link to finished

Fun fact: this is saved to my computer as sleepyhawk.png

Pallette test complete, I can and am more than happy to work with this.

May I never ever EVER neglect to do a pallette test ever again.

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Diamond to the Sun

"I held a diamond to the sun to count the moments on account of the way you smile for me"

HELLOO I WROTE AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF LOL. writing is hard but it's been a minute since i've written for sanji so here we are :D

Sanji x gn!reader

Fluff. Mild angst. Praise lol. Pet names :).Reader is emotionally unavailable, or so they think. Sanji is determined to break down their walls. Sanji's just a regular loverboy <3

tag list: @vangowithit @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog

word count: 1,018

masterlist here

He loved watching you.

Admiring you.

Every time you smiled he felt his heart jump. He felt weightless at the sound of your laugh. You knew this well, and you had made it clear to him that you didn’t do “love.” You didn’t do relationships. You didn’t believe in it. Sanji didn’t care. He would gladly pine for you even if you didn’t return his affections. You would wake up to breakfast in bed, little notes with beautiful words about you.

“I don’t need to see the sun as long as you’re here.”

“The world is in slow motion whenever you smile for me.”

You would be lying if you didn’t feel flattered. Sanji practically worshiped the ground you walked on. It was cute. You had never experienced someone devote so much love to you. You had grown accustomed to people using you to get their rocks off and leave you. You never had any good experiences so you gave up on everything. You closed yourself off for good. And yet here he was. The blond, charismatic, flirty chef dropping everything to be at your beck and call.

You sat out on the deck, admiring the way the waves crashed against the ship. Droplets of salt water spraying onto your skin, cooling you down as the sun beamed at its highest point. You felt him looking at you. You smiled to yourself, unsure if you smiled because you liked having his attention or because it was cute to see him so powerless in front of you.

“Sanji” you called out to him. He sprinted in your direction as quickly as he could. “Yes, my diamond?” Diamond. His nickname for you. You smiled at him. “Can you get me some lemonade with lots of ice? I feel like I’m cooking in this heat.” You said with a wink. The cook blushed bright red and nodded before heading off to the kitchen as if nothing else mattered but your request.

When he returned with your beverage he stood there for a moment, watching you drink it. Seeing how your lips wrapped around the straw he so carefully chose for you. How your eyes closed as you savored the sweet citrusy flavors that he curated for you. How pretty you looked under the bright light of the sun. How your skin glistened with sweat and droplets of water. He was completely infatuated. You picked up a cube of ice with the straw and maneuvered it into your mouth to chew on it.

“Sanji, are you okay?” You asked after a few moments. He suddenly kneeled down in front of you. Looking up at you as if you were his entire world. It was sweet. You were surprisingly nervous. He had never really looked at you like that. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. It was an odd feeling. You had gotten so used to feeling mostly nothing, at least when it came to people showing interest in you. They never cared so why should you? But Sanji was different. His eyes were different.

“I just want you to know how much I adore you, my diamond. You may not believe in love but I have enough love for the both of us.” “Sanji-” “I would do anything for you. If the gods are real I would gladly let them go for you. I would fight them for you. I would die for you.” He continued. You knelt down to his level, a small smile on your face as you moved some of his hair out of the way.

"You sweet sweet thing.” You kissed his cheek. He blushed. He grabbed your hand, using it to caress his own cheek. Feeling how soft your fingers felt against his skin. You gasped, feeling your own heart flutter at the intimate action. You smiled affectionately. You did care for him. “Thank you for your lovely words, Sanji. I appreciate them more than you know. I just-” You hesitated for a moment. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He stood, taking your hands in the process to help you up. You met his eyes. His kind, doting eyes. If anyone was going to break your walls, it would be him.

“I know it will take a long time, but I will always be here.” He grinned. You barely noticed his thumb tracing circles on your hand. Sanji looked into your eyes. It felt like he saw you. Like he really saw you. As if he already knew your past, your traumas, your fears, your regrets. You felt almost vulnerable in his gaze. He only knew what you had told him. And yet it was like he had known you forever. Something you were unfamiliar with. An exciting feeling. You laughed softly. “Thank you, Sanji. My blonde prince. Thank you for being patient with me.” You felt his hands tense at the word “prince.” Sanji’s heart pounded against his chest. He didn’t want this moment to end. This perfect moment, with him holding your hands as the sun illuminated both of you. You let go first, his hands dropping to his sides as you picked up the glass of lemonade. Only a couple of ice cubes left as the rest had melted.

“Would you like more ice, my diamond?” Sanji asked, his gaze had shifted to a more flirtatious state. You chuckled. There he is. There’s the Sanji you are used to.

“I would love more ice.” You responded, handing him the glass.

He bowed as if he was your butler. A bow that said “your wish is my command.” And he walked to the kitchen. You laughed breathlessly, watching him light up at the sound. You glanced back at the blue sea, biting your lip at the lingering memory of the tender moment you shared with the chef. Moments later, he reappeared with your glass. You took it from him and stared at the ice for a second. Before he could leave you reached out for his hand.

“Would you want to stay and keep me company?”

“I’d want nothing more.”

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going merry is a van now

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i plan to write in a couple of days, perhaps i'll start my kidd fic... perhaps i'll write another one shot

who knows. creativity is flowing

here's a quick lil sketch before i go to work lol

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his talent knows no limits