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Kinktober Special Part 8

Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 8) (+18)

!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600 lol

TWs: IT’S FOOT TIME! FOOT FETISH WARNING! Man I am not even into feet but this kinda did it for me. In my brain Law is canonically into feet in a weird way. Unprotected sex, p in v sex, table sex, alcohol consuption, toe sucking lmao, just fetish shit yeah.

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The trip to the next island was turning out to be longer than anticipated due to poor weather. The Straw Hat pirates had allied themselves with now-warlord-of-the-sea Captain Trafalgar Law and were harboring him on their ship as they sailed towards the next part of their plan as an alliance. The weather had finally turned pleasant so of course Luffy ordered Sanji to prepare a huge feast, complete with piles of steaming food and barrels of cold booze. 

Eating and drinking were two of you favorite activities, second and third only to fucking, so you were thrilled at the prospect of a little party. No one had approached you yet and asked you for your time tonight, everyone being so busy setting up for the party and all… but you expected that to change as the night went on. Because you anticipated being taken for your services tonight, you took the time to bathe and clean yourself up a little extra nice. 

You curled your hair into soft waves and spent half an hour caking your face and painting your lips a glossy sheer crimson before heading to your closet and picked out an outfit. You settled on a flouncy little baby pink dress, the layered fabric sheer and light. The soft pink hem swished high up on your thighs, leaving very little of your legs to the imagination. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to play it up even further and crouched down to grab a pair of red high heels from under your bed. You slipped on the pumps and with a final twirl in the mirror headed out to the party. 

The deck of the ship was buzzing with the sounds of your crew mates enjoying themselves. Brook was serenading the party with a jaunty tune to which Chopper and Nami were dancing, Luffy was busying himself with the sumptuous spread Sanji prepared, all while Zoro was ahead of the game and drinking himself into oblivion. Law was seated at the same table as Zoro, seemingly having much less of a nice time. The mysterious doctor was hunched over and stared emotionless into his drink, puffy brim of his hat shielding most of his face. 

You noticed your friend Robin leaning up against the back wall of the Sunny with a glass of red wine in hand and bit of a scowl on her face. 

“You don’t look pleased with the festivities.” 

“See that target they put up at the end of the ship?” Robin nods behind you. 

You turn and do indeed see a large target placed near the head of the Sunny. 

“Yeah?” You inquire. 

“Usopp and Franky keep having shooting contests. Franky keeps losing but he won’t give up. I don’t think they’ve sat down all night, and his face is as red as a tomato. Kind of embarrassing…” Robin giggles a little. 

“Are you surprised? I guess they’ll be out of our hair for the rest of the night then.” You laugh.

“That’s my point.” Robin rolls her eyes. Your brows raise in realization. 

“Ohhhh… you were trying to get laid! I get it now! Well no one’s approached me if you’re still up for it later…” You wink.  

“Thank you sweet y/n, always so thoughtful!” Robin sips her wine. “I’ll see if I can find you later if I’m still feeling up for it. Go get a drink and enjoy the party, dear!” Robin waves you on to the kitchen. 

You enter the galley and are immediately met with a very sweaty, stressed out Sanji. 

“Hi handsome.” You purr as you approach the blonde at the stove. 

“Oh, hello my love. I’m afraid the voracious appetite of our captain has rendered me incapacitated for the rest of the evening, the fucking glutton…” Sanji sighs. 

“Aww, my poor, tired, love cook.” You coo as you push his bangs out of his eyes. You place a kiss on his cheek. A droplet of blood escapes Sanji’s left nostril. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” You grab a bottle of cold wine from the fridge and a glass from the shelf and carry them both out to the deck with you. 

You stroll over to the table where Law and Zoro were seated, now joined by Luffy whose cheeks were stuffed to bursting with various meats and cheeses. 

“You gentlemen mind if I sit with you?” You ask while already sitting down across from Law. 

“Not at all, pretty thing. Come have a drink with us.” Zoro smirks at you, holding his hand out to take the wine bottle from you. You oblige and he unsheathes a single blade to pop the cork off for you in dramatic fashion. 

“My hero.” You chide as the swordsman fills your glass to the brim. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Roronoa.” 

“And what if I am? You say the filthiest shit after you’ve had a whole bottle of wine and it’s fucking incredible.” Zoro shoots you a hungry look as he downs another cup of sake. Luffy giggles. Law straightens up and gives Zoro a confused look. 

“Not much of a talker, are you, Trafalgar?” You turn your attention to Law. 

“I didn’t know the two of you were a couple.” He states blankly. 

“We’re not. I’m seeing everyone.” You smirk across the table at the foreign captain. He looks even more confused. “It’s what I do. I love making my crew mates happy, you can understand that, can’t you?”

Without time to answer, Luffy interjects. 

“Haha you should give her a try, Traffy! She’s really something hehe!” 

Law’s eyes widen. 

“Yeah why not, Tra-Guy? You’re already here eating our food and drinking our booze, why not sample some of the other amenities we have here on the Sunny.” Zoro chuckles as he pours himself another cup of liquor. Zoro must be quite fond of Law, as sharing you is never something he likes to bring up. 

“I’m sorry… are you offering me… her? Shouldn’t she be doing that?” Law looks a bit offended. 

“Would that make you feel better? My services apply to guests of the Straw Hat pirates as well, and I assure you I can meet whatever needs you may have.” You swirl you wine in the glass and take a long sip. 

“Um… No.. that’s.. that’s quite alright, thank you.” Law stutters out his refusal. 

“You don’t know what you’re turning down, man. Whatever you’re into, and I mean whatever, she can do it. Sweetest pussy in the Grand Line.” Zoro leans back in his chair. 

“Zoro! Don’t be so vulgar around our guest.” You scold the swordsman. 

“Whatever, his loss.” Zoro shrugs and slams another drink. 

— — 

After hours upon hours of dancing and drinking, the party had thinned out quite a bit. Now that things were winding down, you notice the painful ache in your feet from wearing high heels all night. Most everyone had headed to bed and you were considering doing the same until you spy your unfinished bottle of wine on the table with Law still dated at it, alone now. 

You sit down across from Law and take a swig from the bottle directly, your glass having been lost several dances ago. 

“Classy.” Law remarks from across the table. 

“Never said that was part of my resume.” You smirk and take another swallow of alcohol. You pull your feet up into your lap and groan. “God this is the last fucking time I wear these heels.” 

You slip off one of your shoes and behind massaging the heel of your foot with both hands. You pause your ministrations to grab another sip of wine when you notice Law’s eyes on you. They weren’t on your breasts close to spilling out of your low cut dress, or your plush thighs squishing against the wood of the bench you were sitting on… they were on your foot in your lap. 

There it is.

Ideas filled your head on how to finally break this stoic stranger. 

“You’re a doctor, right?” You ask innocently. 

“Huh?” Law responds, having been snapped out of what seemed like a trance. “Um, yeah.” 

“Could you maybe feel right here? I think it could be swollen.” You extend your nearly naked leg across from you and push the table to the side so that there was nothing between the two of you. 

“It..i-it doesn’t look swollen… but if you really want I could… I could take a closer look…” He hesitantly up at you before returning his gaze to your perfectly pedicured foot. 

“I’d love that. Thank you.” 

Law gingerly takes your foot in both hands and presses firmly into where you were pointing. You squirm a bit, feet incredibly sore from dancing all night. Law starts to rub up and down from your toes to your heel, intently examining every inch. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth was now parted and his breathing quickened as he stroked your foot. 

He stopped abruptly and released your foot from his hold. 

“I-it seems fine. You should be fine.” 

You drop your foot directly into his lap and push it firmly against the crotch of Law’s jeans. 

“Are you sure, doctor? I think you should check again.” You flash him a devious smile as you take another swig from the bottle. 

“W-what are you doing, y/n?” Law sputters out, sweat forming on his temples. You feel his cock begin to stir under the sole of your foot. 

“You know, Traffy, we could have a lot of fun together…” You push harder against his erection with your foot. 

Law winces but he doesn’t respond. 

“Y-yeah?” He manages to pant out. 

You begin to slowly stroke your foot over his denim clad member, feeling it from base to tip, hot and aching to be freed. 

“Mhmm… Why don’t you take him out so we can play? You’re so hard Traffy, must hurt… We’re the only ones left out here, no need to be shy anymore…” You giggle. 

Law sucks in a breath before eventually undoing his belt and jeans buttons. His cock springs up as he pulls it out his pants and briefs, laying rigid against his abdomen. 

“Wow… you have such a pretty cock, Traffy…” You coo at him as you slip your left shoe off your foot and allow it to join your other foot in his lap. 

“D-don’t call me that…” Law whispers out. 

“Sorry…” You begin rubbing both of your feet up and down Law’s now exposed length. He watches your movements in awe as his mouth hangs farther open than before. “You’re just so cute I can’t help but tease you…” 

Law pays your words no mind as he is mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little feet stroking his cock. Soft pants leave his lips as you continue working him over. 

“You wanna cum like this, or do you wanna fuck me, Law?” You ask as you slide the ball of your right foot over his leaking tip. 

Without responding verbally, Law grunts and leans forward to pick you up by your waist and lay you down roughly on the table you had scooted out of the way earlier. He rips his shirt over his head, keeping his hat in place. He wastes no time and flips up your frilly pink dress to expose your panties that had grown wet from merely giving a powerful man a foot job. 

“I’m not waiting-“ Law says as he pushes your panties to the side and slides the head of his cock from your hole to your clit and back again, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you quickly, causing you to moan and arch your back. After a few experimental thrusts, Law picks up a quick pace and rams his hips into yours, curved cock hitting all the right places inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck, Law that’s so oh-!” Your eyes snap open at the foreign feeling only to see Law standing between your legs with the outside few toes of your right foot in his mouth. Eyes slammed shut, he doesn’t falter in his thrusts as he savors the taste of your skin on his tongue. He uses one hand to rub at your clit as he caresses your ankle with the other. 

“Dirty boy…” You coo up at him as you rake your nails down his abdomen. “You like sucking on my toes, you filthy boy?”

“Mmmm” Law manages to groan out as he peppers wet, sloppy kisses to the sole of your foot now, making sure every inch gets his attention. 

“Make me cum and I’ll let you blow all over them.” You demand as you wrap your other leg around his waist and pull him closer. 

“Fuck… swordsman wasn’t kidding…” Law grunts out as he picks up the pace of his hips, plowing into you with an ungodly force. He untangles your legs from his body and pushes them up to your chest, allowing himself the perfect angle to heighten your pleasure. 

With hands under the crooks of your knees, Law brings you tumbling over the edge of your high and you cried out his name to the starry sky above you as your orgasm overtakes you. With your cunt still pulsing, Law pulls his aching, throbbing cock begging for release from your tight hole and begins stroking it in front of you. 

Law grabs both your ankles in one hand and proceeds to blow rope after rope of hot white spend all over your delicate, pink painted toes. 

Breathing heavily still, Law takes a few moments to admire his handiwork. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You quip from your exposed state on the table. 

Law shoves himself back into his pants and puts his shirt back on. He surprisingly takes the time to gently put your panties back into place and pull your dress down before helping you off the table. 

“You aren’t.. going to tell anyone about this… right?” He asks, hiding his eyes again with the brim of his hat. 

“About what? You liking feet?” You smirk. 

“Y-yeah…” 

“You’re secret is safe with me, Traffy.” You say with a wink. 

xx

*A/N ........ sorry :)*

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I have something devious coming in a new chapter of The Crew’s Whore so I’m apologizing in advance. Should be up by Tuesday >:)

*rubs hands together ominously*

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Burning Hearts Chapter 17

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

****MINORS DNI***

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

Burning Hearts Chapter 17: Happy Birthday

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Fall had arrived on the island and the air temperature wasn’t the only thing that had turned colder. As the leaves on the trees turned from green to a burnt orange, Law had turned distant not just from you but from the rest of his crew as well. You knew there would be a shift in your dynamic after you lost control and took a chunk out of his arm, but holding a grudge against you didn’t seem like Law’s style… and it wouldn’t explain his indifference towards the other crew members. 

You had a nightmare a few nights ago and found yourself knocking on Law’s bedroom door, looking for comfort in your restless state but you were met with nothing. Another day, you had attempted to drop off breakfast in his office but you were told to “leave it outside” and he would “get to it eventually.” Hours later you walk down the hallway to find it untouched and each delicious morsel you prepared was undisturbed. 

“Hey Bepo,” You ask with a mouth full of peanut butter on a piece of bread from a loaf you freshly baked the day before. “Why is tomorrow’s date on the calendar crossed out all weird?” You point at the calendar on the fridge and tap it with a long fingernail. 

“Oh… well… it doesn’t matter…” Bepo says nervously from the doorframe in the kitchen, twiddling his large clawed thumbs. 

You choke down your breakfast and cock your head. 

“Okay you’re being weird about it and you suck at lying so give it up, big guy.” 

Bepo sighs. 

“That’s the captain’s birthday.” He says finally while staring at the floor. 

“Okay…? That doesn’t explain why it’s blacked out.” 

“Well, he hates his birthday. Insists we ignore it, actually.” 

“Why?” You inquire. 

“He’s always hated it. We never really asked why. We got him a cake one year and he yelled at us before spending the rest of the week alone in his room. We just figured out that it’s best we leave it alone. That’s probably why he’s been weird lately… he knows it's coming up…” Bepo looked distraught. 

“Hating a day of the year seems silly… but I guess so do most of the things he does…” You wash and dry your hands and head past Bepo to return to your room. “Thanks for the info.” 

— — 

“Hmmm… okay steam for fifteen minutes…” You slide your pointer finger down the hand written rice ball recipe to make sure you were getting the correct timings and measurements. 

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” A voice calls from the doorway and you turn around to see Shachi coming in to the kitchen, obviously following his nose. 

“Rice balls. They’re not done yet and they’re not for you, so hands off!” You call as you throw the dish towel over your shoulder and fix your apron straps. 

“Oh the captain’s favorite huh? Somebody must be trying to-“ Shachi’s sharp-toothed smile fades once he sees the calendar on the fridge behind you. “Wait… what the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing? Making the birthday boy his favorite dinner, idiot.” You return to the stove. 

“I’M the idiot? Are you insane? He’s gonna freak out if you even MENTION his birthday, let alone make him dinner! Do you have a fucking death wish?” Shachi rushes over to you and tries to squeeze behind you to turn the stove off. You swat his hand away from the knob. 

“Will you cool it? Let me do this. If he gets mad at anyone, let him get mad at me. Now get out before you’re an accomplice.” You slap Shachi on the back and push him out of the kitchen. 

You spend another hour in the kitchen diligently molding rice balls into perfect little triangles and arranging them onto the plate in a neat little tower. You smile at your handiwork, but you were still a little apprehensive of how your birthday stunt was going to go over with the grumpy doctor. You grab a piece of paper from the pad next to the fridge and a pen and scribble out a makeshift sign to put next to the meal saying “DO NOT EAT” with an angry face. 

You head to Ikkaku’s room and knock on the door. 

“Come in!”

You push the door open and smile at your friend, immediately heading to her closet. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, my lady?” Ikkaku says sarcastically as she watches you start going through her rack of clothing. 

“Do you still have that black dress? The wrapped one? Kind of a slutty little hemline?” 

“I do, it’s collecting dust in there in the back. And why do we need to get dressed up on a Tuesday evening at home?”

“I have a plan.” You smirk as you retrieve the dress from the back of Ikkaku’s closet. 

“Wait… it’s not… is it? Oh my god, Daisy this is a bad idea. You are severely underestimating how much that man hates his birthday. Haven’t you seen the way he’s been moping around the place lately? You cannot do this!” Ikkaku shouts at you from her position laying on her bed.

“I think you’re severely underestimating how much that man likes rice balls and boobs. Men are simple… even the crazy ones.” You wink as you flit back to your room, dress in hand. 

— — 

You look at yourself in the mirror before you head out to bring your plan to fruition. Ikkaku’s black dress was wrapped tightly around your figure, tied in one bow at the waist holding it all together. The neckline dipped low on your chest and the thigh high hemline made your legs look much longer than normal. You had unbraided your long hair, leaving it in soft waves cascading down your back and shoulders. 

“If this doesn’t work, nothing will.” You say to yourself ask you reach the kitchen and pick up the plate of rice balls you had made earlier. Approaching Law’s door, you swallowed harshly and straightened your dress before knocking. 

*knock knock knock knock*

“Working.” You hear from the other side of the steel door. You sigh and turn the handle anyway. 

“Hey hey!” You say cheerily as you peek your head through a crack in the door. 

“Daisy. Do you need something? Are you hurt?” Law looks up from the mountain of papers on his desk. He meets your eyes. His pale grey eyes were winked in and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“No no I’m fine! I just though I’d bring you your favorite dinner!” You step fully into Law’s office and present the plate of rice balls with a smile. 

“Oh. I see. Thank you.” 

You walk towards Law’s desk and place the plate down. 

“I thought you could use a nice meal, it being a special day and all…” You let your voice trail off  as you sit down carefully in the leather armchair directly across from him. 

“What did you say?” Law furrows his brow. 

“I know you hate your birthday, Law, but you have to learn to let people do nice things for you.” 

“Who asked you to do this? Who told you today was my birthday?” Law raises his voice and you can see the anger in his face. “I don’t want fucking shit done for my birthday, and it’s clear you knew that and made a big deal out of it anyway!” 

You maintain your composure. 

“A plate of rice balls isn’t exactly making a big deal about it, Law.” You roll your eyes. “You’re so afraid of people being nice to you that you scream at them for making you dinner on your birthday. Your crew loves you, they care about you. You make sure they’re safe and happy every other day of the year, why can’t you let them treat you for one day?” 

“I… I can’t.” Law looks down at his hands on the desk. 

“Why? Is it so hard to believe people care about you?” You ask. 

“I just can’t!” Law slams his fists down on the desk. You jump a bit, but remain steadfast. 

“Fine, if you can’t accept that your crew cares, what about me then?” You say as you rise from the chair and walk towards the side of Law’s desk, getting closer to him. 

“W-what do you mean?” Law looks at you from his seated position behind the desk. 

“Maybe I can show you how much I care…” You reach to your side and untie the bow holding the dress together. You unreel the dress from your body, slowly revealing a black lace bra, matching panties and a garter belt you had picked up sneakily last time you went clothes shopping in town. 

“D-Daisy-“ Law stutters as his eyes widen in shock at your nearly naked form leaning against his desk. 

You move towards him and swing your leg over his lap to straddle him before he had a chance to protest. 

“You’ll let me show you, yeah?” You cup his face in both hands to make him look up at you, his goatee tickling your palms. The look in Law’s eyes had changed from anger to vulnerability. 

“Yes…” He pants up at you. 

You respond by slamming your lips onto his in a passionate kiss. Law grunts in response before grabbing your torso with cold hands, making you shudder. You snake one of your hands to the back of his neck and the other wrapped itself in his hair, lightly pulling on the black strands. Law hums in appreciation of your boldness and slides his hands down to cup your exposed ass. 

After a few more minutes of making out, Law starts grinding your hips onto his in a desperate attempt to feel more of you. He pulls away from your lips, a messy string of saliva still connecting the two of you when he speaks. 

“I-is it getting hot in here?” He asks shakily. 

“I don’t know, just take me to bed.” You say as you place more kisses along his chiseled jaw. 

“Room…” 

And in flash off blue light, you and Law were locked in a frenzied kiss again, but this time you were on top of him in his bed. Law leans up and rips his shirt off his head, knocking his hat to the floor in the process. He leans into you and starts mouthing wet kisses into the base of your neck. 

“Off… Please…” Law gasps against your neck as his hands fumble with the clasp of your bra behind your back. 

“Let me help.” You giggle and reach around behind you and undo the clasp yourself, your breasts spilling out into Law’s face as you toss your bra to his bedroom floor. Law was completely frozen with his hands on your lower back as he gazed at your naked tits. “You can touch them you know, you don’t have to just look…” 

Law is shaken out of his daze and raises his hands to gingerly grope at your boobs, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh. 

“C-can I kiss them?” Law whispers and looks up at you sitting on his lap. 

“Mmhmm…” You coo as you stroke his face with one hand. You gently draw his face into your left breast and he latches onto your nipple hungrily. He groans and you sigh and throw you head back at the feeling of his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. 

Law pulls back from sucking your tit and uses both of his chilly hands to squeeze your breasts together and let the flesh jiggle in his hands. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…” Law sighs out as he is mesmerized by your breasts, cherry pink nipples erect and begging for him to bite and tease them. 

“Law… Please… Need you…” You grind your hips down hard onto his denim clad bulge, desperate for more stimulation. 

Suddenly, you’re flipped over onto your back and Law is hovering over you. 

“I need you too…” Law says to you frantically as he captures your lips in a heated kiss again. He leaves your lips to trail sloppy kisses down your neck to reach your chest again. He laves his tongue over your nipple and you mewl out as his hands caress your naked sides. 

You feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead and between your breasts. 

“Maybe it is hot in here…” You pant out. 

“Gotta get you out of these…” Law grunts as he rips your black panties and garters off your body, not caring about how many berries you spent on them, he was too desperate to have you naked in his bed.  Once you were bare, he leaned back down to kiss and bite at your lower stomach. 

“Shit… Law…” You whimper out as he gets closer to where you’ve really been craving him. 

*WHAM*

The metal door to the office is slammed open. 

“CAPTAIN THE BOILER’S BROKEN AGAIN!!!”

“Shit! Room!”

You had no idea what happened. You had heard the door open and Bepo’s voice from the adjoining office… and now you were fully nude and fully aroused alone in your own bed in your own room. 

— —

“What the fuck is the problem?” Law shouts as he springs from his bed. 

“Captain! Thank god you’re up! I see you noticed how hot it is, too!” Bepo looks Law up and down. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” “Well the boiler’s on the fritz again and the place is heating up like crazy. I thought you noticed… your shirt and hat are off and you’re all red…” 

“Oh.. well yeah I guess it is hot in here…” Law looks down at his bare, flushed chest. “What are you waiting for then? Let me get dressed and we’ll fix it.” 

“Aye aye, Captain.” Bepo turns to retreat to the boiler room. 

“And Bepo?”

“Yes, Captain?” Bepo cranes his neck to look at Law.

“Please be sure to knock. Even in emergencies.” 

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*A/N sorry these are taking forever to write! grad school is back in session so I've been crazy busy! But thank you to those who are still interested and keep coming back! Thanks and love ya :)*

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Burning Hearts Chapter 16

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *SLOW BURNNNNNN* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

WC: 2400

Burning Hearts Chapter 16: Broken Trust

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The next morning, you were awoken gently by a sliver of light making its way past the dated lace curtains and the faintest chirping of songbirds outside the window. You flex and stretch a bit and feel the warm body behind you holding you close. You touch your lower stomach, nothing but smooth skin. Last night really did happen… all of it…

You turn around and nuzzle your face into the sparse chest hair that decorated Law’s tattooed sternum. Law hums, he must have already been awake for awhile. 

“Good morning.” He says as he cards his hand through your hair. 

“Good morning back.” You whisper as you pepper his bare chest with light kisses. 

“T-that tickles…” His hand in your hair stills. You pull back to look at his face. 

“Law… I really can’t thank you enough for last night… You have no idea what it means to me.” You smile and lean in and place a kiss on lips. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I promised I would help you.” He states. You smile at him. 

You lean forward and press more kisses to the column of Law’s throat, applying more pressure than before. His breathing hitches and his body freezes. 

“Well…” You say in between your wet mouthing of his neck. “If you won’t let me say thank you, maybe there’s another way…” You slide your hand down his chest to cup his half hard bulge through his sweatpants. 

Law grabs your wrist. 

“No, it’s fine!” He says nervously as he pulls away from you and sits up in bed. 

“Law, I-“ You didn’t know wether to apologize or reassure him that you wanted to pleasure him, but he cut you off before you got the chance. 

“We should get back soon. I’m going to clean up and we can leave.” Law gets up from the bed and leaves you laying there, naked and alone, as he enters the en suite bathroom. You were confused and frankly a bit frustrated… but that wasn’t new to you about your feelings for Law. You sigh and hop out of bed to pack up your things. 

— — 

The trip back to the base was mostly silent, both of you clearly feeling awkward about the situation in bed this morning but nobody daring to broach the subject verbally. Once arriving back you quickly head to your room to drop of your things before heading straight next door to Ikkaku’s room. 

You knock on the door. 

“You bumping uglies in here or can I come in?” You holler from the hallway. 

“Come in!” You hear your friend call from inside. You push the door open and you see Ikkaku and Penguin sitting on the floor playing cards. 

“Beat it, Peng. I need to vent.” You make a motion with your thumb to the doorway. 

“Oh shit. This doesn’t sound good.” Ikkaku’s smile drops as she sees your face. 

“Aww come on I won’t tell anyone! Let me stay!” Penguin whines. 

“No way, you even tell Shachi if you haven’t taken a dump all day, there’s no way you won’t spill these beans. You’re the king of oversharing.” You scowl and cross your arms. 

“Fine.” Penguin sighs and rises to his feet and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Soo…. Your romantic getaway not fairy tale quality?” Ikkaku inquires, patting the spot next to her on the floor for you to sit. 

“Ugh that’s the thing! It really was! Until this morning…” You groan. 

“Okay okay, back it up. Did you guys like… do it?” She raises an eyebrow. 

“No!” You reply immediately, sounding almost irritated. “I mean we… more like he… well he gave me head and it was great but-“

“It was great? NO way. That makes sense because he asked Peng about it in the kitchen the other day and he was super weird about it… but I didn’t think much of it because he’s weird about like… everything? You know?”

“Wait he asked him how to eat pussy?” You say, wide eyed in shock. 

“Apparently. I’m just shocked it was good. The first time Penguin went down on me it was like a dog trying to get the last bit out of a peanut butter jar…” 

“Ew.” You furrow your brow in disgust at the mental image. “Ok but this morning I tried to reciprocate and he totally pushed me off. Freaked out about it. Now it’s weird between us. I don’t know what I did wrong.” You sigh and sit back on the palms of your hands. 

“Maybe he needs more time. He’s a delicate guy, D. He barely allows himself any time to enjoy himself or anything at all, he probably isn’t used to the idea of someone wanting to make him feel good.” Ikkaku leans forward and grabs a bag of cheese puffs from somewhere under her bed. She cracks the bag open and offers it to you. You grab a few and shove them into your mouth. 

“I mean it’s like? What man in his 20’s doesn’t want a handjob?” You complain through mouths of processed junk food. 

“Apparently the kind of man that you’re into.” Ikkaku shrugs. “Ease him into it. Talk to him about it. He might be weird, but he probably just needs to trust you and he takes a long time to trust people. He’s been hurt a lot and you gotta just let him feel it out at his own pace.”

“Fine, I get that… but you have to admit it’s kind of giving mixed signals when he was face first inside of me just the night before!” 

“Damn he was really going for it, huh? Well, maybe giving and receiving are on different planes for him! It wouldn’t kill you to have a conversation about it.” Ikkaku scolds you. 

“I’m gonna give it a day. I think my brain needs a break from all this. Do you wanna smoke about it or something?” You say as you fish your metal case full of pre-rolled joints out of your pocket along with your lighter. 

“Normally I would reprimand you about unhealthy coping mechanisms, but since you’re offering…” 

— — 

Alarms blared all through the base early the next morning. Law was of course already up and dressed, going over paperwork at his desk when they first went off. He immediately sprung up, grabbed his blade and headed out to see what the cause of the alarms. 

“Captain!” Bepo shouted as he rounded the hallway corner. “Pirates! There’s a whole crew of pirates docking on the East shore of the island!” “Shit.” Law says as various Heart Pirates joined him and Bepo in the hallway. “I’ll go take care of it. You all stay here.” 

“I’m coming too.” Daisy chimed in from behind Law. 

“No you’re not.” Law state and put out his hand to stop her. 

Blades in hand, she brushed past him towards the large metal door of the base. 

“I wasn’t asking for permission.” 

— — 

Law quickly teleported himself through the forest towards the eastern shore as Daisy soared between the tree tops, careful to stay below the sky where she could be easily seen. Upon arriving at the beach, the pair found a surly crew of 50 or 60 pirates that had already disembarked their two ships. 

A very large pirate with a scar across his face wearing a yellow hat stepped forwards, clearly the crew’s captain. 

“You know this guy?” Daisy asked Law, her eyes not leaving the foreign pirate. 

“Never seen him before in my life.” Law responds. 

The captain speaks. 

“So the rumors are true! Strawhat Pirate Rito Daisy, 60 million berries, hiding out with a warlord! Were you going to keep the money for yourself, Trafalgar? Or did you have something else in mind?” The pirate chuckled evilly. 

“Who even are you?” Daisy ask, annoyed. 

“I am the great feared captain-“

“You know what? I actually don’t care. You can all leave now alive or you can board your ship in body bags. Take your pick, dick head.” Daisy retorts. 

“I’m not leaving without my 60 million berries, bitch.” The stranger spits back. 

“Wrong choice.” Daisy unsheathes her blades and looks towards Law. “I guess we have to kill these guys, huh.” 

“Guess so.” Law brandishes his own weapon. “Room.” 

And with a single “room” the fight was on. Normally, two against fifty were unfair odds, but a mediocre pirate crew against two wildly powerful devil fruit users evened the playing field. 

Law battled fiercely, taking out handfuls of enemy pirates at once, trying to reach the captain. He assumed Daisy was doing the same, he wasn’t worried, knowing that this was a perfect opportunity for her to use the skills he had been teaching her. It was time to sink or swim. 

Law briefly looked over in her direction and was impressed with what he saw. Pirates were falling all around Daisy, skin burnt to a crisp, massive chunks taken out of their flesh by what seemed to be massive claws. He had only seen Daisy like this once before, but this time she was even more dragon than human, she was twice her size and her entire back half resembled that of a dangerous creature. Black scales glimmered in the sun from her back haunches to high up on her torso, a huge spiked tail swinging and knocking men to the backs. 

Daisy reached the captain before Law did, dispatching him quickly with a fierce blow with her back claws to the chest. 

Upon seeing their captain felled, the rest of the pirates stopped fighting. There were only a few dozen left, but they all dropped their weapons. 

“W-we’ll leave! Please! We won’t tell anyone what happened! Please!” A bruised and bleeding man on his knees begged Law to spare their pathetic lives. 

“Fine. Go. Don’t ever come back here-“ Law is interrupted by a massive snarl and a burst of flames engulfing the entirety of the rest of the enemy pirates, effectively barbecuing all of them. 

“Daisy! Enough!” Law shouts at the large creature he knew just the night before as his lover and bedmate. 

Daisy turns to Law after hearing his voice and steps towards him, nostrils flaring in quite a reptilian way. She continues advancing towards him, tail swishing angrily and smoke billowing from her nose and mouth. A guttural, clicking type growl comes from deep in her throat. 

“Daisy…” Law warns as he slowly steps back. 

Before Law could draw his blade in defense, Daisy let out a powerful roar and lunged forward. Her claws dug straight into his left arm and ripped his flesh. 

“AH!” Law cries out and instinctively uses his full strength to lift the beast off of him and throw it to the ground. As the body tumbles away from him on the sand, the tail and claws vanish and the Daisy that Law knows returned to view. She was whimpering and writhing in pain, he hit her harder than he had meant to, but he had to protect himself. 

He looked at his arm, it was bleeding profusely. Law made a quick room to suture the wound closed, but it wouldn’t hold for long. This was going to take much longer to repair, but he didn’t have time, he needed to see if Daisy was okay. 

Law runs over to the curled up body. He grabs her shoulder and rolls her onto her back, eyes fluttering open, pupils now returned from their snakelike slits to the human ones he was so fond of catching glimpses of. 

“Daisy? Where are you hurt?” Law does a once over but can’t find anything of note. 

“Hurts…” Daisy manages to choke out before she coughs of an alarming amount of blood onto Law’s jacket. 

— — 

You wake up in the surgical room on the table, reminiscent of your first morning at the Heart Pirate base. This time however, you were not shackled to the operating table and you were certainly thankful for that. 

You were however, confused. You had an ache in your abdomen and no recollection of how the fight ended. 

“You’re up. How do you feel?” 

Your head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice. 

Law was seated on the office stool finishing up some sort of bandage on his left bicep. He looked tired. 

“What happened? You’re hurt?” You sit up in concern, ignoring the sharp pain in your stomach. 

“I’m fine. You had some internal bleeding but I fixed everything. You should be back to normal soon.” Law doesn’t look up from his work on his bandage. 

“They did that to you?” You inquire. 

There was a long silence, the only thing being heard was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights. 

“Law?” You press further. 

“It wasn’t them.” He stated plainly while refusing to face you. 

It was silent again. 

“What does that mean? Law? I don’t know what that means, did something happen?” The tone in your voice became frantic. 

“You lost control Daisy. I’ll be fine. We just need to train more.” Law finally rises from the stool and walks towards your sitting form on the operating table. 

“I… I hurt you…?” Your eyes fall to his bandaged arm. Your hands go to cover your open mouth. “I’m so sorry, Law…” You put one of your hands on his forearm as tears welled in your eyes. “I would never try to hurt you, you know that, right?”

“I know.” Law’s voice was still cold. 

You sit up further and try to lean into Law’s chest. 

“Law, please, I am so sorry.” You start to cry. “I’m so sorry…” 

Law puts his hand on your cheek and forces you to look up at him. He uses his thumb to wipe the tears rolling down your soft skin. 

“Enough. Use it to make you stronger. Get some rest for now. You can stay with me.” Law picks you up, as gently as he could with his injury, and carries you to his room. 

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*Author's Note: Hi! So so sorry for the long break, I was on vacation then I got the stomach flu lol. Next chapter should be up this week, too! Thank you for being patient! Feedback is always appreciated!*

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A Queen for a King (+18)

Pairing: DonQuijote Doflamingo x Female Reader

WC: 1800

Summary: You were promoted to manage the only brothel in town, but Doflamingo has other plans for you... and who are you to deny a king?

TW: KINDA DUBIOUS CONSENT HERE! Doflamingo is a huge jerk, p in v sex, oral sex f receiving, doggy style, breeding kink, cream pies, unprotected sex, dirty talk, TELL LAW I AM SORRY BUT I HAD TO WRITE THIS TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!

— — 

You pushed through the double wooden doors to the palace without paying any mind to the guards trying to stop you.

“If you care about your life, you’ll leave me be.” You casually remark as you quickly climb the spiral staircase to the young master’s quarters. 

“This asshole…” You mutter to yourself as you approach the top of the stairs you were ascending. You knock and sigh. 

The large door at the top of the tower creaks open. 

You brush past the door and into the throne room in annoyance. 

“Young Master you promised that my girls would receive equitable treatment.” You remark as your long red velvet robe flutters behind you. 

“The girls you’ve sent don’t know what they’re doing.” You hear a low, sinister voice respond. 

“You’ve promoted me to the overseer of The Nest and I’ve sent you my best girls, I don’t know why you’re sending these poor women back to me with unfathomable injuries and insults.” You say as you flop yourself down on the pink loveseat in the throne room and light a cigarette. 

“I know what I’ve done… but I still want you to service me. Is that so difficult for you to understand?” You take a drag of your cigarette as Doflamingo rose from this throne to look at you. 

“You’ve sent 7 of my girls home in tears and 2 of them in body bags… How am I supposed to trust you with them now?” You lean back on the sofa. 

“I don’t want your girls.” Doflamingo approaches his bar cart and pours two heavy glasses of liquor. “I want you.” 

“I am no longer for sale since my promotion. You said it yourself.” You receive the cocktail from the much larger, pink coat clad man and sat back in your chair. 

“I said you no longer have to service clients… I am not a client, I am your king.” Doflamingo smirked as he took a sip of his drink. “You are mine, and I will accept nothing less.” The man strides away from you and takes a seat on his throne.

“I control The Nest now. I can provide you with any women or any desire that floats your interest. All you have to do is-“

“No. I will not have the other girls. I will have you.” Doflamingo smiles wickedly. 

You sigh. 

You glide across the room towards the Young Master.

“You may be the king of Dressrosa and the king of getting whatever you want, but I was assigned to oversee The Nest and I have done my job, Young Master. You cannot malign me for doing my duty.” You say as you square your shoulders. You tried too hard not to let your fear seep through, this man could end your life in a second but you were here in his throne room trying to make him squirm. 

“You’ve done your job, y/n… but unfortunately for you I’ve taken a liking to you and you will belong to me… mind, body and soul…”

You take a drag of your cigarette and sigh. 

“So I’m suck here?” You ask 

“Stuck? Love, it’s so much nicer than that. You don’t miss taking me?” Doflamingo says as he brushes off his coat and shirt. He swoops down to his knees and meets you at your level, lounging on the pink loveseat. You chuckle as he reaches your face level. 

“I can find someone to appease you, Young Master.” You put your hand on his massive wrist. 

“No.” 

You look up and look into your captor’s sunglasses covered eyes. 

“No one will ever touch you again. Only me. Or they’ll die. Not instantly, but in the worst way anyone could ever imagine.” Doflamingo grabs your cheek and forces you to face him. 

“I must insist that my girls-“

“NO!” He bellows. 

You tremble in fear. 

“Doffy….” You try to calm him and stroke his bicep. 

“No one touches you again… you’re mine…” Doflamingo pulls you against him and grinds your body onto his pelvis. 

“Doffy I can’t do this anymore…” You huff out quietly as you try not to enjoy the feeling of his massive hard on grinding against your sensitive sex. 

“You can…. You can, my love….. just let me show you…” Doffy picks you up and throws you against his chair and unties your robe, then pushes your panties down past your ankles. 

“Doffyyy…” You cry out and buck your hips up into the air as he pulls back. “If I agree to this arrangement… you have to leave my girls alone…” You choke out.

“Agree? Haha oh sweetheart you have no choice. I am your king and you’ll do as I say. I don’t want anything to do with those whores anyway. They don’t deserve to even be in my presence.” Doffy pulls your thighs apart forcefully, exposing your naked sex to him. 

“Those girls are nothing compared to you…” He continues. “Their filthy holes could never satisfy me the way yours do.” He strokes his huge hands up and down your thighs as he gets to his knees between your legs. He notices your pussy involuntarily clench at his words. “Now, I’m going to have my fill of this wet little cunt and you’re going to take it like a good slut. My good slut.”

“Yes, Young Master…” You give in. 

Doflamingo immediately dives in and bullies that damned long tongue deep into your waiting hole. You cry out and throw you head back. 

Lewd slurping noises echo off the stone walls of the throne room while you grip your king’s blonde hair for dear life. He pulls his tongue out of you to flick it harshly across your clit, making you whine. 

“Such a perfect pussy, so sweet… always so sweet for me…” He lowers his head again and continues bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. You hated how good he was at this, being such an evil man, but your body was betraying you. With each deep probe of his tongue inside your walls and nudge of his nose on your clit, the coil in your lower tummy threatened to snap. 

“Shit, Doffy! I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You cry out. 

He pulls away. 

“Ask properly, you know how.” He demands. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, please let me cum I’m so close! Please!” You plead as you look down at him between your messy thighs, his lips were shiny with your copious amounts of slick. He smirks. 

“Cum then, my love.” He takes your clit between his lips and sucks harshly. 

“Ah!” You scream and release all over your sadistic lover’s face. He was being kind so far, clearly thrilled that you’ve agreed to his new terms. 

Doflamingo rises to his feet and grips your jaw in his massive palm and forces you to look up at him. 

“What do you say?” He says as he looms over you. 

“Thank you…” You breath out, still coming down from your high. 

“Good pet. Now get up, and bend that tight little ass over the arm here for me.” Doflamingo lets go of your jaw and waits for you to rise to your feet, undoing his pants in the process. You shakily stand and do as you're told, shedding your robe off your arms and taking your place bent over the arm of his throne, presenting yourself to him. 

You gasp as you feel the huge head of his cock tease your soaked opening. 

“Ready, darling?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Yes- AH!” You yelp loudly as he pushes into you forcefully and quickly. His cock was bigger than anything else you’ve ever had by far, but he’s taken you so many times now that you knew how to bear the stretch. 

“Shit!” Your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“See this is why you’re my favorite…” Doffy begins to thrust into you harshly, not giving you any time to adjust. “Didn’t even need to open you up… this pussy was made for me… taking me so well…” His hands were so big they almost wrapped completely around your waist as he pulled you back and forth onto his cock. 

“Do! Ffy! S-slow! Down!” You try to plead with him. You were being bounced forward with each powerful slam of his hips hitting your ass and thighs. 

“No I don’t think I will!” Your king cackles from behind you as he delivers a hard spank to your right cheek. You scream in both pain and pleasure. He slaps your ass a few more times and continues his brutal assault on your sex. Your head was swimming and you could barely even hear the filthy, disgusting things that Doflamingo was spewing from behind you. 

“Oh, Doffy!” You cry out his name as he angles your hips to further access your G-spot with every stroke. His name felt like poison on your tongue but you were so lost in pleasure that it didn’t matter to you anymore. The world melted around you and the only thing you could feel was his hot breath on your back and the battering of his giant cock inside you. 

Suddenly you’re pulled up by your hair and your back was against Doflamingo’s huge exposed chest. 

“Going to cum again, little slut? Beg for it. Beg your king to make you cum.” He growls into your ear while gripping your scalp tightly. You whine. 

“Please! Please Doffy! Wanna cum so bad! Please!” Sweat drips from your neck down the valley of your breasts as you pant and beg to finish. 

“Cum. Do it now.” He reaches down and pinches your clit without faltering in his thrusts. 

You unravel immediately and squirt all over the throne beneath you. Your cunt spasms and you moan out with each wave of your orgasm wracking your body. Doflamingo releases your hair and you fall forward. 

“So fucking messy, just the way I like it!” Doffy laughs and grips your hips tightly, approaching his own climax. “I’m going to breed this cunt and keep you here with me forever, my sweet love.” 

“Doffy, wait! Shit!” You try to protest but it was no use. He was already groaning loudly and shooting rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, spilling out around his cock stretching your hole. With a final smack to your ass, Doflamingo pulls out of you and picks you up. He sits on his throne and pulls you onto his lap, still leaking his cum onto his thigh. 

“I-I have to get back to work, Young Master…” You try to wiggle out of his grip. 

“No, I don’t think you do. Not anymore.” He tightens his hold on you and smirks. 

“But… the arrangement… you said…” You look up at him. 

“Fuck what I said. You’ll be my queen.” 

xx

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (+18)

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

WC: 2600

Summary: You’ve never seen Killer without his mask. It’s a secret that you can’t help but need to be a part of. Your curiosity gets the best of you and Killer catches you peeping. 

TW: !SMUT PURE SELF INDULGENT SMUT! Porn with VERY LITTLE plot! fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, filthy talk, praise kink good girl etc, size difference. it's just porn.

**Minors DNI!!! 18+ only!!***

— — 

You had been with the Kid Pirates for half a year now and during these six months you’ve learned the inner workings of the crew and the Victoria Punk herself. You knew that the best place to take a nap was in the storeroom next to the kitchen. You knew that Heat and Wire have had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on for the past 6 years and they play every Friday evening. You knew that Killer hated when you left food on your plate at the end of a meal claiming that “a girl needs her strength.” You knew that every morning at 10:00 AM sharp, Captain Kid would render the ship’s only bathroom unusable for at least the next hour. 

There was something that was still a mystery to you. 

You had never seen Killer without his mask. 

It was something you had wondered about ever since you first met the crew’s first mate. Was he horrifically ugly? Maybe covered in scars? Why did he hide himself from the world? He was always the kindest to you of all the Kid Pirates, making sure you were fed and had supplies you needed when you first joined the crew. Your crude captain left a lot to be desired in terms of intelligent conversation, but in contrast, Killer would inquire about the book you were reading or if you needed a late night snack. 

Tonight you were drawn into the kitchen by the delicious smell of garlic and onions being sautéed in oil and butter. You enter the galley and can’t help but flit over to the stove where Killer was diligently working. You lean over the pot of boiling pasta water and the steam feels nice on your dry, salt-worn skin. 

“Mmmmm, smells so yummy, Kil!” He was nearly a foot taller than you, so it was easy to sneak in-between him and the stove to get a better whiff of his decadent culinary creations. 

You feel his massive chest behind you vibrate as he chuckles. 

“Thank you, little one. I hope you’re hungry.” 

*SLAM* 

“Hey, that shit smells good!” Kid exclaims as he barrels into the kitchen, slightly drunk already. Killer whips his head around to look at his captain. You take this moment to lean your head back and try to peek under the gap between his chin and his mask. You strain your eyes but all you can see is darkness. Your efforts are quickly thwarted as Killer returns his attention to the stove to stir the pasta. 

“Are you making that thing I like? The spaghetti cars banana?” Kid asks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

Killer sighs. 

“Carbonara. It’s carbonara, for the last fucking time.” Killer looks down at you. “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you wait at the table?”

You smile up at him, searching the holes in his mask for any clue at his expression. You nod and proceed to set the dining table for the evening meal. 

— — 

After you had your fill of wine and pasta (making sure to gesture to Killer and show him your clean plate to which he gives you a playful thumbs up), you decided you’d treat yourself to a hot bath. You were sure that the rest of the crew would spend the rest of the night drinking themselves stupid so you could enjoy a quiet bath in peace. 

You stroll into the bathroom with your towel and lay it next to the tub. You put the plug in and get the hot water started. You search the cabinets for some sort of bubble bath, but end of having to settle on an unmarked bottle of body wash. You pour the soap into the bath and white, fluffy bubbles start to form on the surface of the water. 

Once the tub was full, you shut off the water and stripped yourself of your filthy, ocean-smelling clothes. You step into the steaming water one foot at a time and gently lower yourself into the bathtub. As soon as you’re settled with your head leaning against the edge of the tub you release a deep sigh. 

After a few minutes of soaking, you find yourself almost drifting off. The doorknob clicking open snapped you out of your daze. The wooden bathroom door creaked open and Killer stepped inside the bathroom. 

You instinctively cover your breasts with your hands, but it goes unnoticed by the intruder who went straight for the sink and counter on the opposite side of the room. You realize that he hasn’t even noticed your presence so you hold your breath, not wanting to startle or upset him. He stands at the sink for a moment with his hands gripping the counter. 

He then raises his hands and reaches for the back of his head. 

Oh my god. He was taking his mask off.

You were paralyzed, breath caught in your chest, eyes locked on the golden locks spilling from behind the mask. He leans down and pulls the mask off and leaves it on the counter to his right. You involuntarily slap your hand over your mouth in surprise. 

You eyes are fixed on the bathroom mirror when you see a pair of angled, sharp blue eyes staring back at you in it. 

“I know you’re there, little one.” 

You gasp. You still can’t move, stuck staring into those enchanting eyes. The only other things you could see were worn white bandages and messy blonde hair cascading from atop his head. 

“Come on out now… I want to show you something.” Killer says without turning around. 

You were mesmerized by his sweet voice, so you obeyed and stood up and stepped out of the tub. You dried off quickly and wrapped your towel around your torso before Killer interrupted you. 

“You won’t need that. Leave it. Come here.” 

You drop the towel and hesitantly approach the man at the sink, his muscles rippling in his back through his blue tee shirt. 

“Jump up here. I want you to help me take the bandages off.” Killer pats the counter to his left. 

You were frozen in place and your eyes were glued to the floor, so anxious about seeing his face. 

“Be a good girl and listen. Up.” Killer pats the counter again, more forcefully this time. 

“Yes, Kil…” You squeak and turn around and use the heels of your hands to pull yourself up onto the counter. You still would’t look up. 

“It’s ok… you can look…” Killer puts his hand over yours as it rested on the counter. You slowly raise your head and see a face covered in bandages, the only parts exposed being a thick pair of dark plum lips and those piercing eyes you saw staring at you from the mirror. You suck in a breath. 

“Here..” Killer pulls your hand and places one of the edges of the bandage in it and helped you begin to unravel it. With each pass of your hand across his face, Killer strokes up and down your bare thigh, causing you to open your legs involuntarily. 

With no sounds other than your own heavy breathing, you finally reveal Killer’s face. You gasp as you pull your hand to back your chest. He was so beautiful. His bright eyes such a contrast against his olive tanned skin. His chin was chiseled and his nose was pointed so sharply. You also notice faint scars littering his cheeks, similar to the ones on his left arm. You didn’t care, he was still handsome to you. 

“Killer… you’re… so pretty…” You reach a hand up and gingerly touch his cheek. He smiles softly. You curse him silently for keeping that smile from you for so long. He laughs and nuzzles into your hand. 

“Not as pretty as you, little one. Will you let me see you, too?”

“W-what do you mean?” You question. 

“Put your legs up, spread yourself for me.” He states as he starts bending your knees to place your feet on the counter at your sides, widely exposing your most intimate area to him. You feel blush fill your cheeks and the tip of your nose. 

“Mmm… now that’s pretty…” Killer coos as he slides his huge hand down your inner thigh to stroke up and down your slit with his thumb, sticky slick coating his digit. You find yourself shivering in anticipation under his touch. He begins focusing his movements on your clit as he rubs it in agonizingly slow circles, working you up at a painful pace. 

You can’t do anything but pant heavily and stare at his hand caressing your naked sex. 

“Look at me.” Killer demands. You oblige and look up at his exposed face. Your mouth hangs open as you keep his gaze, his rough thumb on your clit driving your crazy. 

“Killer…” You whimper up at him. 

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. So ready to get stretched out, hmm?” His lips curl into a devious smirk. 

You nod dumbly without breaking eye contact. 

Killer plunges two large fingers into your soaked hole and immediately curls them up into your spot. 

“Shit, Kil!” You cry out and grab his bicep with one hand, supporting yourself on your other palm. He pulls and tugs his fingers repeatedly inside of you while grinding the base of his hand into your clit. 

“I can’t hold it! I’m gonna! Fuck, Killer!” You whine loudly as you feel the coil in your belly tighten dangerously. You slam your eyes shut and grab onto his arm with both hands, leaning forward into him for support. 

“That’s good little one, hold onto me, just let go for me…” 

“OH FUCK!” You cry out and fluids spray out of your body onto both Killer and the bathroom floor. Your core squeezes and spasms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Killer helps you through your orgasm by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

Slumped over into his shoulder, Killer removes his fingers from your core and scoops you up in one arm off the counter.

“You did such a good job, cumming so nicely for me. Think you can take my cock now?” Killer asks as he hikes you up in his grip, forcing you to look at him again. 

“Yes, I want it, please…” You say softly, still coming down from your previous high. 

“Perfect.” Killer chuckles and turns to carry you to the table that you usually used for folding laundry. He lays your naked, flushed form gently down on the surface of the table and rips his shirt over his head. He quickly unbuckles his belt and shuffles his jeans down his legs and steps out of them. His huge dick bobs in your direction, uncut tip red and leaking. 

“It… it’s not gonna fit…” You breath out as you stare in awe at his member while sitting up on your elbows. 

Killer grins again and steps between your spread legs, slapping his cock on your abdomen, showing exactly how deep it was supposed to go inside of you. You audibly whimper at the thought. 

“Sweetheart… you like being a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light in the room. He rubs soothing circles into your hip with his hand.

“Mhmm…” You sheepishly nod. 

“So you’re gonna lay there and take this whole cock in that tight little cunt of yours like a good girl, hmm?” He teases as he pulls back and guides his tip to rub up and down on your clit. 

“Mmmmhmmmm” You whine and buck your hips up into his touch. Killer uses this permission to press his heavy cockhead into your soaked opening. Inch by inch he splits your body open, the stretch causing you to moan out. 

“That’s right, little one… feels good, doesn’t it?” Killer reaches up a huge palm to squeeze and pinch your sensitive nipple. 

“Fuck, Kil! So full!” You squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax on his giant member. 

“Oh, my sweet baby, I’m not even all the way in yet!” Killer gives you a sinister laugh. He takes his opportunity to push his hips flush against yours and your writhe and cry from the sensation. You had never been this full in your life, he was truly stuffing you to your limits and it felt so good. He rubs your clit with one hand as he pulls back out, groaning lowly as he feels your cunt desperately cling to him and try to suck his member back in. 

Killer begins thrusting his hips, keeping most of himself sheathed deep inside of your walls and his hand gripped your waist to pull you back into him with each thrust. 

“Ah!” You moan and whine, grabbing and scratching at Killer’s broad chest as he molds your insides to the shape of his cock. You could barely breath, the man inside of you so large that you felt like he was in your chest. Killer speeds up his ministrations on your swollen clit. 

“Come on sweetheart… I feel you squeezing me, you’re close again…” Killer picks up the pace of his thrusts and you shriek out at the force of his hips slamming into your ass and thighs. “Fucking give it to me!” Killer presses harder into your clit and you scream and explode for the second time that night, for the first time on his cock. 

Tears were now freely flowing down your red cheeks and you could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. You were a babbling, bouncing mess being speared by Killer’s massive girth. You were so dick drunk that your eyes were rolling back in your head. 

“More, more, more, more!” You slur out from your helpless state, spread out on the laundry table. 

“What a greedy little pussy… so fucked out and you want more? Want me to fill you, my sweet girl? Make sure you feel me for days…” Killer punctuated his last sentence with a push to your lower stomach. 

“Uh huh! Kil, please! Cum inside!” You try to nod your head but the force of Killer’s strokes made it nearly impossible. 

“Hnnnggg…” Killer slams his hips deep into yours and blows his heavy load into your wet, waiting walls. He leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck as his cock still twitches inside of you. As his orgasm subsides, he sighs and slowly pulls out of your spent cunt, leaving a heavy stream of semen to pour out of your hole. He holds himself up above your head and looks down at you and smiles. 

You smile back. You lift a shaky hand and cup his cheek. 

“It’s you…” You whisper as he gazes affectionately into your eyes. 

“It is me. And you’re mine now.” Killer says. Before he pushes himself off the table and grabs your towel to wrap around his waist. After fastening the towel securely he grabs you by your sides off the table and throws your nude body over his shoulder. He carries you out of the bathroom, presumably to his bedroom. 

“What the fuck Killer?” Kid calls from down the hallway, spotting you both. “Why is y/n naked? What the hell are you doing?”

“Going to enjoy my dessert.” He calls back at his captain. 

It was going to be a long night. 

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Burning Hearts Chapter 15

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *THE FIRE IS FINALLY BURNING AND ITS HOT!!!!* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

**SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!**

TW: Mentions of S Abuse, Oral Sex, Kissing?

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

Burning Hearts Chapter 15: A Moment's Peace?

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On the way back from training in the morning, Daisy reminded Law to eat. 

Law remembers this moment as he sits at his desk taking notes from old medical journals. The memory is triggered by the loud growling coming from his stomach. He opens his desk drawer to his left to retrieve some candy and a bag of shrimp chips, as he usually does when the hunger pangs hit. Law looks down into the drawer and spies nothing but wrappers and crumbs. Since when did he run out? Not important now…

Law sighs. He pushes his chair back from his wooden desk and rises to his tired feet. He sluggishly roams from his quarters to the galley and pushes the double swinging doors open. He is met with giggling and quiet conversation that abruptly halts upon his entrance. Law looks to his left and see Ikkaku and Penguin sharing a cup of coffee at the dining table. Penguin clears his throat and Ikkaku shifts her chair farther away from Penguin. 

“Hi Captain!” Penguin exclaims as he sees Law enter the kitchen.

“Is there more coffee?” Law asks.

“Yeah, should be some in the pot.” Ikkaku rises from her seat, cheeks a bit pink. “I promised Daisy I’d help in the garden this afternoon since she’s leaving with you tomorrow. See you boys later.” Ikkaku runs her hand through her curls and swiftly slips out of the kitchen. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Law states as he pours himself a cup of coffee. 

“I-interrupt? N-no! Course not! I-I mean, what would you even be interrupting, haha!” Penguin stutters as he awkwardly busies his hands by smoothing out his jumpsuit over his chest. Law grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter and makes his way to the dining table to sit down. Law settles in a seat across from Penguin and takes a bit of the apple, juice spraying onto the wooden surface. 

“I-I have bathroom duty today I should probably-“ Penguin says as he stands up from the table to hard that he nearly knocks the chair backwards. 

“Sit.” Law states. 

“Yes Captain!” Penguin slams his lanky ass back into the seat immediately. 

“I know about you two.” Law says casually as he takes another chomp out of the apple. 

“W-what? Captain I am sure I don’t know what you’re talking about! I can assure you that nothing-” Sweat droplets begin to fall from underneath Penguin’s signature cap. 

“Cut the shit. I’m not mad.” Law swallows his food. “I’ll admit I don’t love the idea. Could get messy, create tension among the crew…” Law leans forward with his elbows meeting the table. “But my place is not to meddle in the personal relationships of my crew. If you’re happy, and if she’s happy, and from what I hear she is… Then you’re free to do what you want.” 

Penguin stares dumbstruck across the wooden dining table at his captain. 

“I.. I mean… T-thanks? I.. how did you…?” Penguin asks nervously. 

“You’ve been terrorizing Ikkaku’s neighbors late at night, from the reports I’ve gotten.” Law finishes the apple and creates a quick “room” to teleport it into the compost bin (insisted upon by Daisy) before dispelling it. 

Penguin’s face turns beet red and he hangs his head. 

“That’s so embarrassing…” Penguin says through his hands that were covering his face. 

Law raises and waves a tattooed hand casually in the air. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just maybe look into in sound-proofing the walls.” 

“Right, I-I’m sorry, Captain.” Penguin sighs. 

“I did want to ask…” Law lowers his eyes to his mug full of black coffee. 

Penguin removes his hands and looks up at his captain. 

“When you… perform these acts… Ikkaku, she seems… to enjoy it?” Law asks, trying to hide his nervousness at broaching this subject. He takes a sip of coffee, attempting to seem casual. 

“I- Um, what do you mean, Captain?” Penguin cocks his head. 

“Does it make her happy, what you do to her?” Law tries to clarify. 

“I… I think so… I mean it seems like it… You’re our captain, I don’t know if I should-“ 

“We were friends before I became your captain, no?” 

“You’re right… But I guess yeah she does enjoy it, now she does at least.” Penguin huffs out a light chuckle. “I was pretty terrible at it at first.” 

“And… and how did you get better at it?” Law’s breathing quickened but tried to keep his cool. 

“Wait, Captain are you-“ Penguin furrowed his brow further. 

“I’m just asking. As a friend.”

“Right… well she really just told me how to do it. It took some practice but I basically just asked her to show me what… feels good, I guess…” 

“I see. Thank you for this information.” Law rises to his feet and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon, call us on the transponder snail if there’s an emergency. Don’t get too crazy while I’m gone, but if you do, there are condoms in the medical cabinet.” Law states with as straight face as he exits the kitchen without glancing at the mortified expression of his loyal crew member. 

— — 

“You have everything you need?” Law inquires as you enter the control room of the submarine. 

“Probably? Even if did forget my wallet, you’re paying for everything right?” You smile and toss your bag onto a metal table. 

“What do you have against going dutch? I’m not made of money.” 

“You’re the one employed by the world government, I’m pretty sure you can afford to take me to dinner.” You chuckle. 

“And who says I’m taking you to dinner?” Law looks up from the ship’s controls and smirks at you. You take off your plaid overshirt and ball it up to chuck it at his head. 

“Asshole.” 

— — 

“Thanks for the new clothes, it’s so weird I always feel like I’m running out of underwear.” You thank Law for letting you stop at the ladies fashion store in town to grab a few essentials. 

“That is weird…” 

“Hey the suns going down. You wanna get something to eat? I’ll even split the bill.” You look at Law and wink as you walk down the cobblestone sidewalk. 

“Sure. There’s a nice place at the end of this street somewhere I think it’s on the corner…” Law squints and tries to find the restaurant sign. “Oh there it is, wait… is that?” 

Standing at the far end of the street were three strangely familiar jumpsuit clad individuals. One of them, holding a black backpack, turns around and waves. 

“Hey! Captain! You forgot your bag! We thought you’d need it so we just used the mini sub to come find you!” Shachi shouts from across the street. 

“My gods…” Law rubs his face in frustration. 

“Hi guys!” You wave back and beckon Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin to cross the street and join you. The three men hurriedly jog across the street and you bid them all hello. 

“Hi Miss Daisy! Enjoying your day out?” Bepo asks as he pats your head with his large paw. 

“Very much so, big guy! We were just about to grab dinner at that seafood place on the corner. Why don’t you guys join us before you head back?” You smile cheerily up at the polar bear. You hear Law let out a huff from behind you and you turn around. Law raises his eyebrows at you and cocks his head, clearly irritated. You mouth “be nice” and turn back around to face the boys. 

“Well we wouldn’t want to interrupt-“ Penguin begins. 

“That sounds great! Let’s go!” Shachi shouts and turns tail to head towards the restaurant. 

— — 

You hold your wine glass up to your face to suppress your giggles. You sat at a white cloth covered table, candlelight illuminating your features, while classical music was performed in the corner of the fancy restaurant. You were seated directly across from Law, who was nursing a glass of whiskey with his head in his hand. This would be a wildly romantic dinner… if it wasn’t for the two men and polar bear that were seated at your sides. 

Bepo was inhaling the complimentary bread basket, of which he offered to Law and was met with a nasty glare. Penguin slammed his glass of expensive wine in one gulp and was looking for the waitress to order another. Shachi was the one waving over the beautiful blonde waitress. 

“My good lady, do you have any specials tonight?” Shachi says confidently as he holds the leather covered menu out in front of him. 

Law audibly groaned from across the table and you catch him roll his eyes. You laugh and sip your wine. It was clear that this dinner was something he had planned for… and planned for it to just be the two of you. You didn’t mind the company, it was actually quite sweet seeing the boys enjoying some luxuries for once. As soon as Shachi finished attempting to flirt with the poor waitress, you order another drink. 

You slip your sandal off under the table and use your bare foot to caress Law’s denim-clad calf affectionately. He notices your touch and looks up to meet you gaze. You smile at him sweetly and his sour expression softens a little. 

Once the food arrives, all other preoccupations are forgotten and the five of you drink and eat your fill of delicious goodies. You’re all laid back in your seats, full as tics, when the bill comes. You snatch it quickly out of the waitresses hand and place your berries on the tray. She thanks you and leaves before Law can even get out his wallet. He shoots you an angry look. 

“We have more business in town in the morning. We’re getting a room, err rooms… We’re getting rooms at the inn tonight. You three need to return tonight to take care of the base.” Law states blankly. 

“Alright Captain, but remember we’re just a snail call away!” Bepo smiles and reminds him.

“Trust me… I am acutely aware of that…” Law sighs.

— — 

“I can’t believe you bought dinner.” Law says, a bit more relaxed after the several whiskeys he enjoyed during the meal. 

“I was the one who invited them to eat with us, and you certainly looked pissed off about it.” You chuckled as you walked together towards the inn. “You can buy me a drink when we get there to make it up to me.”

“I can do that.” Law says as you continue down the sidewalk. “I can’t believe they just showed up here…” He sighs. 

“They love you. They worry about you. So sorry that you have a crew that cares about you!” You say sarcastically. 

You reach the inn and Law holds the door for you as he enters behind you. It was small and cozy, a small bar to your left and a staircase leading upstairs to the rooms to your right. There was a roaring fireplace crackling in the bar area with low hanging candlelit chandeliers lighting the room. 

“Get drinks, I’ll get our room.” Law nods you towards the small bar as he turned right to approach the reception counter. 

You take a seat on a wooden stool at the bar and smile at the bartender. 

“And what can I get for such a beautiful lady this evening?” 

“A glass of chardonnay and a whiskey neat for my-“ You pause. “…partner.” That sounded weird. But he certainly wasn’t your boyfriend… but he wasn’t just a friend either… oh well, you’d never see this guy again hopefully. 

The bartender nods and returns in a few moments with your beverages. You thank him with a soft smile. Law sidles up next to you and sits down, placing the room key on the bar top in front of you both. 

“If you want your own room, you’ll have to pay for it.” Law smirks and grabs his drink. 

“I’m broke after your crew ate up all my money at dinner. Didn’t peg Shachi for a caviar guy. Oh well. Guess I have no choice but to shack up with a dangerous warlord for the night.” You smile and pick up your glass of wine.

Law smiles so wide you almost see his teeth. He raises his glass to yours. 

“To finally being alone.”

You chuckle.  You clink your glass with his. 

“To ditching the kids.” 

You both laugh before you take a drink. 

— —

After a few more nightcaps, you and Law decide it was time to head off to your room. The alcohol in his system keeping him from remembering that he insisted on a low profile, Law grabs your waist as he walks with you up the stairs to your room. You yelp a little, almost losing your balance on the stairs. 

“Careful, Trafalgar.” You warn him in a low voice. 

“Here’s our room…” He unlocks the door and you’re greeted with modest accommodations. A queen sized bed with a fluffy quilt and an en suite bathroom. You enter the room and swing your bag off your shoulder. 

“I’m going to wash up and get into bed. I’m exhausted.” You remark as you head into the bathroom. Law hums in acknowledgment, sitting down in the armchair in the corner of the room. 

Once in the private bathroom you smooth your hair back into a bun and begin to wash your face. You dry your face on a fluffy white towel and strip your clothes off. You pull on a white tee shirt and a light grey pair of boy short panties to sleep in. Upon reentering the bedroom you find Law unpacking his own bag. He looks at you as your reach your arms up to let your hair down. The scruchie was stuck so it took a few moments to remove, your shirt ridden up far over your stomach exposing your brand. 

You meet Law’s eyes. 

“Don’t look at it.” You say sternly as you turn away and finish letting your hair down. 

“I’m sorry…” Law looks down at his things, embarrassed for caught staring at your biggest insecurity. 

A few silent minutes go by as you get ready for bed. 

“I think I could get rid of it.” You hear from behind you. 

“What?” You turn around and face Law, now standing closer to you than he was before. 

“I can heal the scar tissue. It might not completely remove it, but it would help minimize the overall appearance.” 

“Y-you can?” You ask with shaky breaths. Was he really offering to remove your brand? You made a point to never look at yourself naked, knowing what your eyes would be drawn to. Every single one of Grey Jaw’s slave girls were branded with his Jolly Roger on their abdomen, often spreading to their chest or their pelvic region. Yours was particularly large, reaching far down into your pubic area. You hated it so much. Not only did it remind you of your horrid past, but it made you feel disgusting and ugly. 

“You c-can take it o-off?” You move your hands to your lower stomach instinctively. 

Law nods. 

“I can try. Is that something you want?” He asks. 

You nod furiously, tears threatening to spill over at the prospect of finally being done with your abuser. 

“Can you do it now??” You say as you grab Law’s shoulders. 

“I…” Law looks down into your wet eyes, so hopeful and desperate. They sparkled up at him. “I can. Take your shirt off and lay down on the bed.” 

You did as you were told, ripping your t shirt over your head and laying on your back on the quilt. You didn’t even register nor care that you weren’t wearing a bra, fully exposing your chest to Law for the first time since you were unconscious. 

Law’s eyes immediately lock on to your naked breasts and his mouth drops open slightly. He regains his composure and looks down at your massive scar. 

“Room” Law says as he flips his left hand upwards. The entire hotel room becomes tinged in a light blue. He kneels on the bed next to you and raises his right hand over your abdomen. 

“I’m going to begin now, let me know if you’re uncomfortable.” Law breaths out as he places the first touch of his hand on your skin. Freezing cold digits trace the pattern of your brand on your stomach, but you felt no pain. You let go of the deep breathe you were holding in. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was just like a deep massage. You felt Law’s fingers press across your hips and lower stomach, where the details of the Jolly Roger were branded, and you couldn’t help but sigh. Law’s touch felt so deep in your flesh it was like he was squeezing your soul. You let out a groan involuntarily. 

“I-I need to get a better angle…” Law spreads your legs and slots himself on his knees between them. He looks down at your spread thighs and lets out a gasp. The gusset of your grey panties now had a dark, damp spot in them. You were wet. You were wet for him. 

You pull your arm over your face in embarrassment and try to close your thighs but Law’s sturdy body in between them wouldn’t let you. 

“I need to push these down to finish the-“ Law stutters out, in awe of your body beneath him. 

“Just keep going.” You spit out at him, frustrated. 

Law gingerly pulls your panties down to expose your bush and the rest of your brand, leaving the rest of your sex still hidden to him. You hear his breath catch in his chest. 

A few moments go by before Law continues his work on your scar and it tickled a bit when he pressed into the crease of your legs and pelvis. You twitch under his strong hold. 

“Just a bit more…” Law says as he traces the last bits of your scar. “Done.” Law huffs out and his hands leave your body. You instinctively whine as you’re left without his touch, feeling yourself getting further aroused. Before you could thank him for the immeasurable kindness he had done for you, you feel his cold fingers hook around your panties once again, this time pulling them down past your ankles.

“W-what are you..?” You try to sit up and ask what he was up to. 

“I’d like to try…um… I could…” Law sheepishly looks in your eyes after discarding your panties to the floor. “I want to go down on you.” 

Your eyes widen. 

“Oh! I.. I think that would be okay…” Your heart thumps loudly in your ears as you give Law permission to settle himself on his stomach between your thighs. You still try to push your knees together, but Law was keeping them spread wide. He lays there, just staring at your naked sex, so close you can feel his breath on your sensitive bits. 

“Show me…” Law whispers, his gaze never leaving your glistening folds. “Show me how to make you feel good…” 

You swallow hard. You were so nervous just to be naked in front of him, let alone guide him through pleasuring you. You reach a shaky hand down and spread your lip with a thumb and middle finger. You tap gently on your engorged, pink clit and clench in the process. 

“Here… lick me here…” You breath out. 

Law nods and dives in. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise as Law flicks his wet tongue up and down over your sensitive little nub. Laws groans at your flavor on his tongue and the vibrations cause you to moan loudly. You bring your hand back up to pinch at your nipple. 

“Suck on it…” You whisper. 

Law obliges and slurps your clit between his lips. 

“Ah! Too hard!” You whip your head up and look down at him, overwhelmed by the harsh stimulation. 

“Fuck sorry, do you want to stop?” Law pulls his head from between your thighs, eyes filled with concern. 

You pant. You were feeling anxious still, but you didn’t want to stop. 

“No… just be gentle honey… It’s really sensitive there…” You brush the hair out of his face and gently tug his head back to your aching pussy. 

He nods again. He softly takes your clit into his mouth and sucks slowly. 

“Yes, just like that…” You throw your head back into the pillows behind you. “Oh fuck, Law, shit…” You moan and you notice him grinding his hips into the mattress below him. Law whimpers into your pussy. 

“Here, put your fingers in me, fuck! Right here..” You reach your hand down again and spread your wet hole for him, showing him the path to your pleasure. 

Law pulls back from your clit briefly to look at where you’re showing him. 

“H-how many?” Law says breathlessly. 

“J-just one… please… it’s been so long…” You breath out. 

He obliges and slips one tattooed digit into your seeping hole. You moan and clench around him. He tentatively pulls it in and out of your slick walls, watching your face to see your reaction to his ministrations. 

“Up… pull it up.. like- OH!” Law hears your instructions and immediately taps against your G spot with his finger. 

“D-does that feel good baby?” Law stutters out, trying out a pet name in the heat of the moment for the first time. 

“Yes, shit! Yes keep going… suck my clit again, please…” You writhe under his touch and use a free hand to push his head towards your sex again. 

Wordlessly, Law dips his head and captures your swollen bud in his mouth again. Along with the feeling of his finger on your sweet spot, you find yourself careening towards the edge of a powerful orgasm. 

“Shit, I’m gonna… fuck Law! I’m gonna-!” 

“Cum on my face.” Law huffs out against your clit and your dam bursts, soaking his goatee with your slick essence. You cry out in pleasure and your legs shake around Law’s head. You shriek incoherently as your throw your head back, Law slurping up the remnants of your release on your outer lips and thighs. 

Your head was swimming still as you felt a body join you in the bed. Law wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his sweaty chest. 

“Wait but you… I can still…” You whimper tiredly as you pull back from his chest.

“No need.” Law stops you. “I’m going to clean up before bed. Get some rest. That procedure to remove your brand went deep into your muscle, it might be painful for awhile. Just relax.” 

You notice a large, wet spot in Law’s pants as he excuses himself to the bathroom. You couldn’t help but smile, endorphins still coursing through your veins. 

“Don’t take too long.” You chide as you roll over and proceed to immediately fall asleep.

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xx

*A/N HI ITS SMUT TIME! Welcome to Chapter 15! It took us awhile but here we are! They haven't hit a home run yet, but it's definitely a thing now! Thank you for any comments and interactions, they make my day! Love yall!*

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TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW! TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW! TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW!

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Burning Hearts Chapter 14

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

**MINORS DNI THANKS**

WC: 2700

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

Burning Hearts Chapter 14

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You were having a shower early in the morning before training when you hear the bathroom door swing open. You jolt and cover yourself with your hands involuntarily, even though the shower door glass was frosted. 

“Knock much?!” You call out from behind the glass over the thundering of the shower over your head. 

“I knew it was you from the smell of the shampoo, relax.” Ikkaku’s familiar voice floats over the shower door into your ears. 

“Jeez you scared the shit out of me. Last thing I need is Jean Bart coming in and ogling my boobs.” You sigh in relief after realizing it was just your friend coming in to take care of her own morning routine. 

“Hah, Law’d cut his head off. And I’m pretty sure anyone living here wouldn’t mind ogling your boobs. Maybe Bepo, I’m not sure what he’s into and frankly I’d rather not know.” Ikkaku shouts at you as she uses the toilet with the door to the private restroom open to the rest of the bathroom. 

“You could close that, you know- AH! BITCH!” You holler as you hear her flush the toilet and the cascading water becomes scalding hot on your head. “Oh SORRY!” Ikkaku laughs as you cower in the corner of the shower stall and wait for the temperature of the water to go back to normal. 

“Ugh. Rat.” You grumble and rinse the conditioner out of your hair once the water had cooled down. Once satisfied you had thoroughly cleaned your hair, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around your torso. You throw another towel in your hair to tie it up to dry. You walk over to the sink next to where Ikkaku was brushing her teeth. 

“Does everything have to be a nightmare in this shithole?” You chide her from the sink adjacent to hers, putting toothpaste on your own tooth brush. 

“Yes. Can’t believe you haven’t figured that- WOAH!” Ikkaku exclaims and gasps as she looks over at you. 

“What? What is it? A bug?” You look down at your chest and start patting your towel as your toothbrush hangs out of your mouth. 

“What the fuck is THAT?!” Ikkaku points at you accusatorially. 

“WHAT IS WHAT? AM I BLEEDING?” You panic and spin around and look down your legs at anything that might be ailing you without your knowledge. 

“Your fucking NECK, Daisy!” Ikkaku cries out at you. 

You look in the mirror. 

A large red-purple splotchy bruise the exact size of someone’s mouth was prominent on your neck. 

“Fuck…” You touch it and scowl in the mirror. 

“No WAY!!! You guys finally-“ Ikkaku claps her hands together and jumps up and down.

“NO WE DID NOT!” You spit out the toothpaste in the sink and rinse your mouth out. You sigh and inspect the mark further. “We’ve never done anything like that, last night he was just out of it… after all those brownies he wasn’t really himself…” 

“That makes sense.” Ikkaku begins to apply moisturizer on her face in the mirror next to you. 

“Wait… why does that make sense?” You ask as you braid your hair. 

“Well I figured it would take awhile seeing as he’s a you-know-what.” Ikkaku states as she pulls her hair back in her signature yellow headband. 

You turn towards your friend in confusion. 

“No I-don’t-know-what? What is he? Gay?” You ask. 

Ikkaku rolls her eyes. 

“Seriously, D? A virgin. He’s a virgin. Just look at the guy, you haven’t figured that out yet?” Ikkaku asks you with a raised eyebrow. 

You look from her back to yourself in the mirror. You run your fingers over the hickey on your neck. It made sense. He was such a terrible kisser before you had started giving him the chance to practice. He was always so hesitant to even look in your eyes when he wasn’t on some sort of mind altering substance. Gods you almost felt bad, hoping that you hadn’t made him feel uncomfortable in your last few private moments… wait.. no, he had initiated both of them…

“Oh…” You say quietly, more to yourself than your friend. 

“Duh?” Ikkaku continues. “Just look at the guy. He wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if it was served to him on a silver platter. None of these losers would. They like comic books and painting tiny action figures, I doubt any of them have seen two boobs at the same time on purpose.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“I’d rather have a guy too nervous to touch me than someone who’s too pushy.” You say as you look down into the sink. 

“You’re in luck then. Better get out there and train before he thinks you’ve bailed.” Ikkaku smiles and you continue to get ready for the day. 

— — 

After another intense training session, you find yourself trailing behind Law through the forest on your way back to the base. 

“Ooof!” You trip over a tree root and faceplant into the ground. 

“It’s the same path every day, and you’re still this clumsy?” Law states as you pick yourself up and continue your journey. 

“No need to be so critical! I’m much lighter in the air nowadays than I am on my feet!” You spread your wings and do a quick flip over the warlord’s head so that you were now in front of him on the path. 

“Yeah, since you’ve changed your mind about your powers. You’re still a klutz.” Law scoffs at you with a smirk. 

“Can I ask you something?” You flap your wings and glide seamlessly backwards along the path above the ground in front of him as he walks. 

“Sure.” Law stares at the dirt as he continues trudging along. 

“Are you a virgin, Law?” You ask while continuing your wingbeats backwards towards the base. 

Law stops dead. 

“I.. why are you asking me that?!” Law raises his voice at you, not meeting your gaze. 

“Because…” You land on the ground in front of him. “We’re involved… in some capacity… I don’t think you can deny that after last night…” You flip your long, flowered, braided hair over your shoulder exposing his own bite mark to him. He looks up at you briefly.

“I-I did that? I’m sorry… I can give you some ice for the bruising I- ” Law says after composing himself, but quickly looks back down at the dirt. 

“Don’t avoid the question. It’s okay if you are. I’m not exactly well versed in the subject either…” You chuckle and kick a rock around on the ground. 

“I am.” 

There was a silence. 

You broke it. 

“Thank you for telling me. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never really done anything… not on my terms at least…” Your smile fades. 

“W-why would that make me feel better?! Daisy I.. I’m scared to hurt you.. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable… not after everything-“ Law lifts his head and steps towards you. 

“I don’t want to talk about that, not right now at least. I’m just glad we could be honest with each other.” You say awkwardly and meet his eyes, sparkling with both nerves and affection. 

“Mhm.” Law nods and gestures for you to keep walking. 

The two of you walk side by side down the forest path in silence for several minutes before Law speaks. 

“I was thinking we could take the Tang into town this weekend. I want to stop at that bookstore again and grab a few more medical supplies since you keep tripping over trees and hurting yourself.” 

“As I recall, you were the last one to need medical attention aboard this crew.” You smirk. “So should we tell Bepo and them that they’ll need to get ready for a trip?”

“No, just you and I will go. That way we can continue training. I think you’re on the edge of a breakthrough with your powers… They can handle themselves on their own here. You’ll have to talk to Bepo about the Tang’s controls, though. I don’t want to run into trouble out there with a rookie who’s only taken the sub out once.” Law continues trudging through the woods.

“I can do that.” You smile. “Last one to the base is a huge fucking nerd!” You spread your wings again and alight above the tree line. You soar over the tops of green firs and pines and hone in on the cold metal structure that was the Heart Pirates safe house that you’ve called home for months now. You land on the ground in front of the steel door and chuckle, out of breath, sure that you’ve beaten your adversary in the race. 

You raise your gaze to see Law casually standing with his sword slung over his shoulder, leaning against the reinforced door casually. 

“I don’t know why you thought you’d win that one, nerd.” Law smirks and heads into the base in front of you. 

— — 

The next day, you spent your afternoon aboard the docked submarine with Bepo in the control room listening to him lecture about the knobs, buttons, and screens. It was painfully boring. 

“If you see here, this red lever controls the speed of the vessel. There are two jet thrusters on the back of the ship and if you push the lever forward to the top it increases- Miss Daisy are you even looking?” Bepo turns around and looks at you from his position at the control panel aboard the Polar Tang. 

You were lounging with your legs up in the captain’s chair and spinning it around in a circle with a lit joint in your hand. 

“Yeah man, up fast, down slow. Think I got it- Hey!” You protest as Bepo puts out a leg to stop your chair from spinning and forcing you to look up at him. 

“This is serious! Anything could happen out there and you need to be prepared! And the captain would kill you if he knew you were smoking in here!” Bepo scowls at you. 

“Doesn’t he smoke cigarettes in here?” You cock your head and ask. 

“Well yes but that’s different! It’s-“ Bepo stumbles over his reasoning. 

“Aaaah I see, rules for thee, not for me.” You sigh and take another hit off your joint. “Relax, big guy. I may look like a dumb bimbo, but I’m a lot smarter than you think. I can handle this.”

Bepo sighs. 

“I’ll only be a call away on the transponder snail if you guys get eaten by a sea king or something and I can take the smaller sub out to get you.” 

“Pretty sure the snails don’t get service inside of internal organs.” 

“You don’t know that!”

— — 

“Fuck!”

You grab more cotton balls off you bedside table and aggressively pack them into your ears. You sigh and flop back down into bed on your stomach and put the pillow over your head. You never thought having Ikkaku as a next door neighbor would be an issue, but it seems her own training sessions with a certain crew member were going very well.

“Ugh gross!” You groan as you try to drown out your friend’s cries of ecstasy from beyond your bedroom wall. Were they getting even louder? You were so tired and desperate for sleep that you didn’t even have half a mind to be jealous of the hot action Ikkaku was getting. You look at the clock. 2:47 AM.

“Gods just finish already!” You gripe as you try to bury your head further into your mattress. It was no use, you could still hear the high pitched whines and cries clear as day through the wall. You had enough, you needed to sleep. You decide there’s only one option left, a risky one, but you were exhausted. You grab your pillow and your stuffed reindeer and make your way out of your room and down the hall. 

You arrive at the captain’s quarters and knock on the door. You hear a muffled “Yeah?” From the other side and push your way in, pillow and stuffie in hand. 

“Hi…” You call out tentatively. 

“Daisy? It’s so late. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Law quickly steps from his adjacent bedroom and into his office to greet you, pulling a t shirt over his head. 

“Ugh. Can’t sleep. The lovebirds’ song is a bit too loud this evening. Can I stay here? I’ll crash on the couch.” You gesture towards the loveseat and pick the cotton balls out of your ear canals. 

“No you won’t. Take my bed, come on.” Law gestures you towards his room. “Also wait- what song? Someone has music on?” He asks.

“Ugh I wish it was just music.” You groan. “I think Ikkaku is training Peng too well because she was really getting it tonight. Completely insane, the things I heard.” You shudder and walk past Law’s confused figure and slumped through the archway that led to his bedroom. 

“I.. I’m not sure what you mean? Is anyone hurt?” Law knits his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Gods she’d kill me if she knew I told you, but long story short she and Peng have been having… dates? Well basically he goes down on her and then sleeps over. She’s usually not this loud but JEEZ… and you CAN’T say anything!” You sit down on the side of Law’s bed and settle your pillow at the head. 

“He goes- what?” Law was still in the dark. You were going to have to spell it out for him… wow he really was a total virgin. 

You sigh. 

“Oral sex, Law. ‘Going down’ on someone, that’s what that is. You know? When somebody puts another person’s genitals in their mouth? Like for pleasure-“

“Okay okay that’s enough!” Law shuts his eyes tightly and waves his hands at you. He shakes his head, as if trying to erase a mental image. “So, how long has that been going on?” He asks you. 

“Longer than you’d think. I’m happy for them but I’d be even happier if I didn’t have to be front row in the audience. Thanks for letting me stay, I’m beat.” You slip your legs under the thing quilt and lay down, clutching your stuffed deer to your chest. “Are you coming to bed?” You ask, seeing Law still standing in the doorway. 

“Yeah, I’ll hit it on the couch.” 

“Oh come on. It’s your bed. I’m not forcing you out. Just come lay down and get some rest.” You scoot over and make room next to you. 

“No… I shouldn’t…” Law’s eyes were locked on the floor. 

“Seriously? Last time I was here you came in your pants, I think you can handle sleeping in the same bed.” 

“W-why would you say-“ Law stutters. 

“I’m just teasing you!” You chuckle and throw the covers open, further beckoning him in. “What’s the point of being stuck here if I can’t mess with you? Now get in here.” You laugh and pat the mattress next to you. 

Law sighs and throws his shirt off over his head, leaving it on his bedroom floor as he approaches the bed. Law silently slinks into his own bed next to you and lays down. You smile and turn your back to him and rest your head on the pillow. 

“Now, no funny business, Miss Rito.” Law whispers and reaches up a cold hand to pinch at your hip. You could hear the stupid smirk in his voice. 

“I can’t make any promises, Mr Trafalgar.” You laugh and push your hips backwards into his gently as he wraps his arm fully around you from the back. 

Law kisses the back of your head. 

“Get some sleep.” 

You gladly oblige and drift off into a comfortable slumber with Law’s lithe body wrapped around you. 

— 

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*Author's Note: HI EVERYONE! Sorry this took forever! I have some ideas bopping around for the next chapter so it should be out soon. Yes, Miss D will reunite with her crew, but we've still got more time with Sir Law for now! Once again if you guys have any feedback or ideas for upcoming chapters PLEASE TELL ME! I love yall :)*

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ME RIGHT NOW HELP

Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

[somanyratsinthewalls]

[somanyratsinthewalls]

PLAY TOYS WITH HIM!

I need someone to draw Chopper like this please it’s for science

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Your robin and franky fic was chefs kiss but would you be willing to write some solo franky?? Im really into water 7 franky and would love to see what you’d come up with !!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING FOR THIS! YALL I promise you any time anyone requests a Franky fic I WILL BE WRITING THAT SHIT. This is my dream man and no one gives me enough opportunities to write for him! So, I'm sorry I turned this into a smutty nightmare if you wanted fluff... I just need to service the Fellow Franky Fuckers out there.

Pairing: (pre timeskip) Cyborg Franky x Fem!Reader

WC: 2800

Taglist: @generaldaij0bu you might need to see this

Summary: The Sunny malfunctioning is driving you up a wall. You make a request for repairs and end up getting way more than you bargained for in the workshop.

TWs: ROBO-BONING, BABES! P in V sex, unprotected sex (pls don't) sex toy use, forced orgasm, safe words, light bdsm, communication is key and Franky respects it so hard and he's so hot for it, very much dirty talk...

Too Hot (+18)

— — 

It was hot. 

The sun beat down on the Sunny all day and the unwavering heat was barely dispelled after sunset due to the humidity. You lay sprawled on the deck next to Usopp and Chopper, groaning in the unbearable heat. 

“I think I’ll die here…” Chopper groans with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to burn to death after all the horrible monster’s I’ve fought… it’s not fair!” Usopp moans and wipes his brow. 

“Just throw me overboard at this point.” You sigh. 

“But don’t you have devil fruit-“

“I DON’T CARE THROW ME OVER!” You screech at Usopp. 

Before you could murder the cowardly sniped in a fit of heat-induced rage, Sanji steps through the door to the deck from the galley. 

“Okay everyone, dinner’s on. Air con works fine in here.” Sanji calls from the doorway. 

You push Usopp and Chopper behind you as you spring to your feet and sprint towards the galley. 

After entering the swinging door, the cool air hits you like stepping through a cascading waterfall. You sigh in relief. Your bliss was furthered when you see bowls of cool gazpacho at each place setting on the dining room table. 

“Thank gods…” You grumble as you hop onto the bench and start eating. The cold soup alleviated your discomfort from the inside out and you couldn’t help but groan in content. 

“Relax, it’s just soup.” Zoro puts his bowl down next to you and gives you a concerned look. 

“Oh I’m sorry swords-for-brains, did you not notice it’s a billion and five degrees outside?” You scowl at the swordsman seated next to you at the table. 

“Who cares?! This soup is great!” Luffy chimes in and extends his rubbery arms to grab every bowl that wasn’t licked clean and shovels them down his gullet. 

You sigh. 

“Nami please tell me this heat wave will be over soon. I’m getting crows feet ON my crows feet from this sun.” You turn towards your friend and navigator. 

“I wish I had better news but it’ll be at least a few more days before there’s any relief in temperature. We’re just going to have to stay in the shade and inside where the air is working. You’re tough, y/n, you can handle it.” Nami states as she sips from her bowl of cold soup. 

You roll your eyes. 

The dishes were promptly slurped clean by your captain and Sanji cleared the table. The blaring rays of the sun had exhausted so you so you decided to take a shower and head to bed. 

After taking a cool shower, you throw on a t shirt and shorts over your panties and sports bra and lay on top of the covers of your bed. 

“Gods it’s almost like it’s hotter in here than it is out there!” You say to yourself as you lay in bed, sweat soaking through your pillow. You decide to hop up and check if the air conditioning was working. You walk over to the vent in the corner of your room and press your hands against it. HOT air was spewing out from the grate in your room. You walk backwards and fall back onto the bed. 

“Fuck.” You throw your shirt over your head and slip your shorts off and flop back onto the bed. Sweat drips from your chin down your neck to your chest. 

*whoooosh*

Hot air was being pushed out harsher and faster through the grate in the corner of your room. The temperature continued to rise and your sweat soaked through your top sheet. 

“I’m not living like this!” You shout in frustration as you push your way out of your room, without bothering to throw your clothes back on. You head down into the belly of the ship in your underwear. Upon reaching the door you were looking for, you slam it open without knocking.

“FRANKY!!!!!” You yell angrily. 

“Jeez, y/n where’s the fire? I could have been naked in here!” Franky pushes his sunglasses back on his head as he turns towards you from his work bench. 

“You’re always naked!!! Also, more importantly, why is the HEAT ON in my bedroom?! Are you trying to cook me like a rotisserie chicken?!” You pant out, still very sweaty. 

“Oh that’s no good… I’ll have to go check the generators.” Franky rises to his feet, towering over you. “Sorry you were so uncomfortable, little lady. I’ll get this sorted out super quickly. Why don’t you get some shut eye in my bed for awhile? It’s still nice and cool down here.” He gestures to his bed in the corner of the room while he grabs his toolbox. 

You sigh. 

“Honestly that would be great, I feel like I’ve been in an oven all day.” You walk over to Franky’s bed and flop down on your back. Being this deep in the ship, there were no windows on the walls, but you were so sweaty and tired you didn’t care. 

“Alright well I’m gonna go fix this for ya, try and get some rest. Your room will be back to super condition in no time!” Franky leaves and you settle into the pillows and close your eyes. The sweat covering your body began to dry and you were finally comfortable again. You find yourself relaxing into Franky’s bed, smelling slightly of cola and motor oil, and drifting off into a light sleep. 

You wake up to the door of the bedroom closing and you snap your head up. 

“Woah, what do we have here?” You hear Franky’s booming voice as you rub the brief sleep from your eyes. It must have still been late at night. 

“Some dream ya must have been having, huh?” Franky stands above the bed and nods towards your spread thighs. You look down at where he was gesturing and notice a huge soaked patch in your pink panties. It was at this moment you notice the wanton ache in your core and abdomen… you must have been having a very wet dream and were awoken before you got to the good part. You instinctively slam your thighs shut in embarrassment and cover your face with your hands. 

“Look at you, so shy but dripping all over my sheets?” Franky continues with a smile, noticing your bashfulness. 

“I-I’m sorry I-“ You stutter and try to explain yourself. 

“It’s okay sweet thing! It’s totally normal. Looks like you’re pretty pent up, huh? I can fix that for ya, if you’re interested.” 

“I.. I mean that would be nice I guess…” You pull your hands away from your face hesitantly. 

“Aaaoooww!! That’s what I wanted to hear! Let’s get started then!” Franky grins and leans down to grab something from underneath his bed. He retrieves a large metal box and pops open the lid. 

“Hmmm let’s see… Some of these… definitely this…” Your robot whispers to himself as he roots around in the large chest. He rises and brings a pile of items out and flops them onto the bed. These were things you’ve never seen before, so your eyes were darting from chain to leather to silicone you had no idea what to focus on. 

“Take that bra off for me baby, I wanna ask ya some things before we get started.” Franky grabs the hem of your panties and gently tugs them down your legs.

You did as you were told and unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side and leaning back again. Franky softly sets your panties down on his bedside table and remarks, 

“I’m keepin’ these.” 

Your body shudders when you hear the sinister tone in his voice.

“Ok doll, now tell me…” Franky traces his hands up and down your thighs, parting them in the process. “How do you like it? I can edge you for an hour or so… or you could cum until you cry… any preference?” Frankly asks casually as he organizes the objects he had turned over onto the bed. 

“I, um…” You were young, not a virgin but not very experienced. This man was almost 10 years older than you, how were you supposed to know what you wanted from him?

“I… I wanna cum… I think…” You eventually squeak out. 

“Ok babydoll, good choice. Can ya promise me you’ll say ‘red’ if you want to stop?” Franky cups your jaw and makes sure you’re looking into his eyes above you. You nod. “No no, tell me you will.”

“I will say it, I’ll say red. I can do it.” You breath out, so ready for him to please you already. You rub your thighs together. 

“And you’ll tell me if there’s anything ya don’t like, hm?”

“Yes of course I promise!” You groan out, impatient to feel Franky’s touch on your skin. 

“Super! I’m going to put you in a spreader bar now, sweet cheeks, so you can’t close your legs on me. It’ll just go around your legs like this…” Franky explains to you methodically as he straps your legs into the homemade device. You tentatively try to close your thighs to see how effective the bar was… and it certainly did its job. 

“OK and these are gonna squeeze your nipples, just like this…” Franky gently attaches the nipple clamps onto your sensitive buds. 

“Oh!!” You cry out as he tightens the screws on them. Franky pulls back and admires his handiwork. You were laid out on his bed, metal clasps squeezing your nipples, causing you to writhe against the spreader bar forcefully separating your legs. 

“Fucking perfect. If you want I can gag you, too…” Franky approaches you with a ball gag in hand. 

“Wait, no. I don’t want that.” You state clearly, even through your lust filled haze. Franky grins down at you. 

“Gods, you’re so fucking hot when you tell me what you want baby. Good idea sweetie, that way everyone can hear how good I’m gonna make you feel.” Franky squeezes your breast, eliciting a whine from your lips. He moves to grab something from the foot of the bed. It a large long, black, wand like device. 

“Spread them for me, I wanna see that cute little pussy.” Franky grabbed one of your knees and pushed it open. 

“I didn’t shave…” You try to cover your face with your arm so you didn’t have to see Franky’s eyes on your most intimate bits. 

“Good! Smells much better like this…” He takes a deep inhale. 

“Fuck,” You sigh out. “You really are a fucking pervert- OH!” The device Franky was pressing against your sex suddenly sprung to life and vibrated against your clit. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life and your stomach tenses immediately. 

“Wait- fuck, Franky! Wait holy shit, wait- ah!” You scream as your orgasm sneaks up on you and takes you out like an assassin. You legs give out and flop against the bed. Franky removes the toy and cups your sex with his free hand. He feels your hole still gently pulsing against his palm.

“Oh poor baby, ya really are wound tight…” Franky coos down at you from your side. “We’re gonna need a lot more of those before you’re ready for me..” He removes his hand and returns the vibrator to your sex. You cry out as he drags it through your wet folds at the lowest intensity. He eventually keeps it at your clit and increases the vibrations. 

You squirm and moan. 

“Hey,” Franky scolds as he pulls on the chain between your nipple clamps, causing you to moan louder. “Don’t fight it, doll face… just cum, I know you’re there again…” He presses the device harder into your flesh and you crash over the edge again. This time it was even more intense, spasms continuing long after the euphoria ended. 

“Franky… It’s so much…” You whine as he leaves the vibrator pressed against your sex even after you’ve cum for a second time. 

“You can take it. I know you can. You know what to say to get me to stop…” Franky meets your gaze and raises an eyebrow. 

You pull your thighs closed to escape the sensation but the bar prevents you from doing so. 

“Come on baby, one more like this, I know you can…” Franky increases the speed of the vibrator. 

“Shit! I can’t!” You arch your back away from the stimulation. 

“Then say it, sweetheart.” Franky increases the speed again. 

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!” You cry out and violently lurch forward on the bed. You grab Franky’s forearm and sob in pleasure. You hear the buzzing of the machine stop and your spasms start to slow down. 

“Think you can take me now, sweet thing?” You are broken from your post orgasm trance by your cyborg lover slipping off the only piece of clothing he had on, his red swim briefs. 

“Mmmhmmm….” You seductively whisper as you roll onto your stomach and push you ass backwards with your knees, exposing your puffy, red wet hole to him. 

“So ready for me, what a good girl.” Franky coos as he strokes down your back bone. “I’m gonna fuck you now, take a deep breath…” 

“SHIT!” You cry out as Franky’s enormous cockhead breaches your hole. You were wildly wet and open after 3 orgasms, but his sheer size was causing your insides to stretch beyond compare. 

“Its- ah” *sniff* *hiccup* “It’s so big, Frank! Ah!” *sniff* 

“I know sweetheart, it’s a lot at first, but you gotta relax and let me fuck you. You gotta open up more baby..” Franky leans forward and places kisses on your shoulder blades. He feels you lessen your grip around him and he pushes in further. “Gooood girl… stretching so nice for me…” He finally pulls back out and shoves himself into you again. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise. You continue to yelp helplessly as your powerful cyborg lover drilled into you from behind. 

“Yes there it is mama, cum on this dick. Feels good, huh?” Franky has the audacity to laugh as he hammers into your G-spot. 

You were involuntarily pushed over the edge and sent screaming into yet another orgasm. You sob and Franky uses his massive strength to flip you over onto your back. He enters you again and you moan out in overstimulation. 

“Come on, one more doll, bet you can squirt on me…” Franky thrusts into you from above, holding your hips into his at the perfect angle to hit your spot. 

“No, I- I can’t” You pant out breathlessly, knowing this is something you aren’t capable of. 

“Yes you can baby, come on just try it for me.” Franky pulls back and places one hand on your stomach and the other on your clit. He begins to rub circles into your sensitive nub and applies deep pressure to your lower abdomen, all while thrusting deeply into you with his cock. You snap for the nth time that evening and tears spill from your lash line as your hips spasm in pleasure. You feel different, like some sort of physical release in your bottom half deeper than the normal climax. You look up after catching your breath and see that your fluids had soaked both the bed and your lover’s abdomen and thighs. 

“Hnnnnhhhh” You whine and weep in overestimation. “It’s too much, Frank, please!” You cry out and claw at your cyborg’s back. 

“Almost there mama, take it for me…” Franky rasps into your ear as he reaches his own climax, huge cock buried deep against your cervix. The loudest moan you’ve ever heard reaches your ears and you toss your head back into the pillows. The both of your whine as Franky carefully removes himself from your body. 

You lay there in a daze and didn’t even notice that your lover had left until he returned with a warm towel to dab at your swollen, messy sex. You twitch involuntarily as he cleans your sensitive bits. He unlocks your legs from their hold in the bar and gently pulls the clamps off your nipples, soothing them with the wet cloth.

“You room should be cooled off by now, glad I could occupy your time until the repairs kicked in.” Franky helps you snap your bra back on behind your back. 

“Thanks for the help, and thanks for the distraction.” You reach up and grip Franky’s jaw to kiss it. You slide off the bed bend down to grab something. You hold the worn red pair of swim briefs up to your face. 

“I’m keepin’ these.” You giggle and bolt out of the room with Franky’s bikini. 

“HEY! Those are my only red ones! This is not very super of you!”

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Xx