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bartosbabymama · 3 months

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ONESHOT- Dance Inside

Summary: You are a newbie Barto Club Pirate with a crush on the Captain! ;)

Pairing: Bartolomeo x F! / AFAB! Reader (No pronouns but pet names)

Rating: NSFW! Minors Do NOT Interact or I will put a curse on your entire bloodline :)

WC: 4,061 (includes lyrics)

TW: Condoms, Kissing & Making Out, Fingering, Oral (M & F), Vaginal Sex, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (slut, good girl, sugar, sweetness, sweetie, Newbie), Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Dom!Barto

A/N: Hello! This is literally my first fanfic I've ever posted publicly. I'm open to suggestion/criticism but please take it easy on me as it's my first time! I need Bartolomeo to fuck me into oblivion, so here is a taste of that yearning, inspired by the song Dance Inside by The All-American Rejects. Definitely recommend giving it a listen if you haven't heard it before, it's very ~sensual~ I hope you enjoy!!!

There he was, standing across the fire from you, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. The crazy rookie you’d read and fantasized about over the past year. He stood relaxed, drink in hand, entertaining some of your other crewmates with one of his stories about Strawhat Luffy. You stood across the fire from him, mingling with the crew while stealing a glance at your new Captain every so often.

He caught your admiring eyes and soon it was no secret that his newest recruit had a crush on him. As he finished his conversation, he began making his way over to you. His movements left you in a trance and your glazed eyes followed his towering figure as he approached you.

The realization that he was coming over to YOU quickly hurled you back into reality. Clearly you hadn’t had enough sake as your heart started to race, all the while never breaking eye contact with your Captain. Frozen in time and space, he kindly greeted you with a, “Hey newbie,” and all you could muster in return was a smile.

You don’t have to move, you don’t have to speak

“You hanging in there alright?” he asked, with genuine concern glimmering in his eyes. You looked around nervously before nodding and exhaling a small, “Yeah,” with a quick smile. Not believing you, he offered, “Well I need to go take a breather anyways, care to join me?” extending his hand towards you. Feeling extremely flustered, you could only bite your lip and nod in return. You took his hand and he smirked before leading you away from the crowd.

Lips for biting

He led you towards the other side of the ship which was completely deserted, given that the crew was busy basking in the glow of the bonfire. He directed you towards a small couch that was nestled in an alcove nearby. You took a seat and he followed, sitting just close enough that his knee grazed yours ever so slightly.

His excitement had dampened now that you were alone. He stared off into the distant sea, taking a swig of sake and relaxing a little more. As he stared out at the ocean, you found yourself staring at him.

You’re staring me down, a glance makes me weak

You couldn’t stop yourself, he was just such a sight to behold. After a year of following his adventures in the newspaper, here he was, right in front of you. You looked him up and down, starting with his washboard abs, moving your gaze up to his rippling pectorals, and letting your eyes trace the outline of his muscular shoulders.

You took some time to admire his handsome face too, the way the shadows of the night emphasized his fierce jawline, before being distracted by the large pillar of green hair that perfectly defied gravity. At last, you saw him lick his lips nervously as his big puppy dog eyes shifted focus off the horizon.

Noticing your unashamed staring, he smiled and turned to observe you in the same way. His eyes started on your thick thighs that spilled out of your skirt, before moving up towards the suggestive curves of your hips and waist, and finally settling on the perfect amount of cleavage that revealed itself from your shirt.

Then he relished in your beautiful face. A sweet, soft, and nervous smile hung on your lips, paired with a perfectly cute nose and the most heavenly (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. He watched as you shifted anxiously under his gaze and when you made eye contact again, his eyes were piercing into your soul, ready to devour you.

Eyes for striking

His eyes were something out of this world, full of their own tiny galaxies. Even though you felt like a rabbit being eyed by a wolf, you couldn’t help your excitement at the passion and hunger you saw in his eyes. However, the abrupt change in attitude startled you slightly, sending the faintest shiver down your spine. You tried to disregard that he had given you that reaction, by breaking the silence, “It’s cold over here without the fire,” you mumbled nervously, finally breaking eye contact as you rubbed your arms to keep them warm.

He chuckled softly and leaned back on the couch, patting his lap as an invitation. You hesitated for a second, before a cool sea breeze sent another shiver across your body and encouraged you to accept his offer. As you took your new seat sideways in his lap, the Captain wrapped his coat around the two of you, pulling you closer against his chest.

Now I’m twisted up when I’m twisted with you

You curled into his chest eagerly, feeling a tremendous warmth radiating from him. Your nerves started to melt away as you nuzzled against him, listening to his heart beat race beneath you. He gently pulled a strand of hair from away your face, forcing a quiet and startled gasp from your lips. You removed your head from his chest as he tucked the hair gently behind your ear, his fingers touching your skin only for a second.

Brush so lightly

His hand lingered nearby, and you felt your heart start to race. You looked up at him, scanning his features for any show of his true emotions. Did he have any feelings for you? Did he just want your body? Unable to find an answer on his face you felt your breaths get shorter as his hand started to lightly trace from your ear down your jawline and neck before beginning to pull away.

And time trickles down and I’m breathing for two

As his hand fell lightly into your lap, you could feel the fiery sensation his touch left behind on your jaw and neck. You longed to feel that sensation all over your body but were too afraid to give yourself over to pleasure. You laid your head back on his chest but draped one arm on his shoulder, caressing the nape of his neck with your hand, strumming your fingers through his hair ever so gently as you felt his hand curl into a tight fist on your lap.

Squeeze so tightly

Would you be able to live with yourself knowing how you felt about your Captain and not knowing if he felt the same way? Would you care if he used you? Did it matter? You let out a deep sigh, shaking those worries from your mind.

I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine

You felt your heart start to race as the world came to a stand still around you both. Your fingers still lightly caressed his neck, and you begged for any movement or response from him to indicate that he wanted this.

This moment seems so long

His answer was to finally relax his fist that lay on your thigh. However, now the palm of his hand was spread against your thigh, loosely holding it.

Don’t waste now, precious time

You noticed the change in his hand position, feeling your excitement blossom at the light grip he now had on your thigh. His hand slowly slid towards your outer thigh and delicately began to pace its way up and down your thigh.

We’ll dance inside the song

Just the feeling of his skin on yours again forced you to throw out any remaining reservations you had. You needed him, and you needed him now. You’d figure out the details later. You moved your hand down his neck and caressed the peaks and valleys of his chest, before stopping at his tattoo.

What makes the one to shake you down?

You delicately traced the outline of his tattoo with your finger, lingering when you were closer to his nipples and hearing him stifle a weak moan each time.

Each touch belongs to each new sound

You looked up at him to see the pleasure written across his face. Pleasure that you were giving him. Seeing his fangs stick out ever so slightly as he pursed his lips to moan for you again. His hand quickly made its way to your ass, firmly squeezing it and forcing a surprised and pleasured squeak from your lips.

Say now you want to shake me too

You stop yourself from moving too fast, though you can feel his cock throbbing through his pants. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he whispers in your ear before peppering your neck and collar bone with a few soft kisses. Stifling the moans from his ministrations, you can only respond with a breathy, “Yes,” before continuing, “Are you sure, Captain?”

He pulled his head back to its normal position, before picking you up and spinning you to face him, so you were now straddling him. “Oh absolutely, Sugar” is all he can say as his hands grasp at your hips, desperately needing to touch you as he starts to lean in for a kiss.

Move down to me

He kisses you somewhat gently at first, his kisses pressing against your lips firmer each time, digging his hands into your plush hips and ass. Your arms drape around his neck and shoulders before starting to claw at his back, pulling him closer and closer to you until your lips open against his, finally allowing his tongue entry.

slip into you

Your kisses quickly become sloppy as they become more heated and passionate. Every time you felt his fangs graze against your lips you moaned into his mouth faintly, encouraging him to continue his feast while his hands caressed every inch of you that they could reach. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his clothed erection, feeling yourself get wetter by the second.

Once you started bucking your hips against his, he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up, keeping you attached to him, and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you towards his bedroom. As you neared his bedroom, he still hadn’t broken the passionate kissing that connected your mouths. He kicked his bedroom door open before carrying you in and pinning you against the inside of the door as he locked it.

Still connected at the lips, your feet hit the ground again and you pushed his coat off of his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor as your hands explored his newly exposed skin. Your hands worked their way down his chest and abs to the top of his pants which you quickly unzipped and pulled off of him, an offer he eagerly accepted, even stepping out of his boxers to be fully vulnerable in front of you.

Guiding him with your kisses, you started to stumble towards the bed, almost drunk from the taste of his lips. As he went to remove your shirt, you grabbed his hand to stop him and pushed him down onto the bed behind him, finally breaking the kiss. Surprised by your sudden assertiveness, he cocked an eyebrow as you made a show of slowly stripping yourself down for him. He was entranced by the way you rocked your hips to the distant sound of music outside while you removed each piece of clothing.

She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin

Next thing he knew, your naked body was on top of his, pushing him onto the bed and devouring his mouth with your tongue. He was surprised by how much he liked you taking the lead, it made his cock twitch against you. You gasped at the feeling and had to stop yourself from lowering yourself onto him immediately.

You kissed your way down his torso until your lips made their way to his bright green pubes. You sat up and ran one finger over the tip of his cock, making him tremble beneath you. You licked your lips before your tongue circled his tip, drawing a few hitched breaths from the cannibal. He watched as you suddenly deepthroated his cock, gagging up and down its length as you bobbed your head, forcing exasperated groans from him.

Touch, sight, taste like fire

One of your hands pinched his nipples, while the other went between stroking his cock and fondling his balls. His eyes were focused on you, bewildered, with his fingers laced into your hair as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Barto praised you as you took every inch of him, “That’s my good little slut,” he cooed.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you moaned around his cock before he came. A variety of moans escaped him as you swallowed every bit of cum he dumped down your throat. His breathing was jagged and the curses he muttered were too sexy to ignore, building your anticipation for what was to come. As he caught his breath, you continued to touch and tease his cock lightly, until he grabbed your chin and locked eyes with you before smirking and growling out, “My turn,” in a low whisper.

Before you knew it he had picked you up and thrown you on your back on the bed. Now he was crawling up over you, licking his fangs and scanning your exposed body to determine which part of you he would devour first. After a moment, he locked eyes with you before smiling devilishly and moving both hands to your breasts.

Hands do now what eyes no longer defend

He fondled your breasts for a moment before moving his mouth down to one nipple and working the other nipple between his fingers. After a moment he switched sides, and when he did, he felt you writhe beneath him, your hips searching for any friction they could find. He gladly obliged and began using a thumb to start circling your clit.

Your sinful moans were full of praise for him, which only made him strive to please you more. He sat up and kissed you softly before moving both hands to your pussy where one hand worked your clit as the other started to make its way between your lips, forcing a gasp from your chest.

Hands to fuel desire

“Damn, already so wet for me, sweetie?” He teased as he held up his hand and looked at your juices that coated it. All you could do was nod and bite your lip as your hips grinded against him, aching for him to be inside of you. He licked your juices off one of his fingers and chuckled lightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth, “You gonna be a good girl and taste yourself for me?” You sucked on his fingers until you couldn’t tell the difference between your taste and his and he praised you with a “Good girl,” as you did.

I’ll be fine, You’ll be fine

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, before returning them to your needy pussy. He played with your clit while teasing your entrance with his other fingers and smirked knowingly as your hips writhed against him, aching for him to be inside of you. “Beg, newbie” he commanded. Your eyes widened but you swallowed your pride, “Please Barto… I need you.. inside of me” you pleaded desperately through moans of anticipation.

A devilish smirk spread across his cheeks, making his fangs poke out of his lips. Before you could start to ask again, his fingers slipped inside you, slowly and gently at first, causing a few hitched breaths to leave your chest. You arched your back as he started to build up his pace, bringing you close to bliss on just his fingers.

He curled his fingers until he found the most tender spot inside of you and focused his attention there while he moved his tongue to your clit. The sucking and licking was great but the little nibbles with his fangs had you seeing stars. That combined with his fingers inside of you, it wasn’t long until you spasmed around his fingers, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name as you came all over his face and fingers.

He continued for each wave of your bliss, not caring that the splash zone you created had deflated his hair. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before crawling up your body, kissing every inch of you along the way and leaving you with a few more hickies. Still slightly dazed, you kissed him sloppily for what felt like an eternity before he pulled back to ask, “You ready?”

This moment seems so long

You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your lower stomach, you bit your lip in anticipation and barely stuttered out, “Condom?” He paused, the question taking a moment to process in his brain. “Oh! Yeah, yes, I do, sorry I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he said nonchalantly. He crawled off of you and sat on the bed next to you to rummage through his nightstand.

Don’t waste now, precious time

You sat up behind him as he unwrapped a condom, and you traced a finger down his spine. A shiver ran through him and he looked back at you quizzically. “Sorry doll, was I taking too long?” He asked and started rolling the condom down his thick cock. “Oh, no no,” you said with a devious smile as you rubbed his shoulders. Pushing yourself against his back your hands began to wander his chest, “I just like to watch,” you said with a giggle. His eyes scanned you with intrigue, not sure what to think of it at first but ultimately deciding it was hot.

He grabbed your hands to stop your caresses before he turned over, pushing you back into the mattress with a soft kiss, which you happily accepted. He ripped your thighs apart harshly, spreading you completely for him. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in, accompanied by an assortment of gasps and moans from both of you until he finally bottomed out.

We’ll dance inside the song

He sat still for a minute, letting you adjust and relax around his size before you gave him a nod to continue. His fangs poked out of another devilish grin as he slowly started to move himself in and out of you. He was moving tortuously slow, your hips writhed beneath his, begging him to pick up the pace. He watched your face, contorted with pleasure and longing, before leaning down to kiss your neck, “Be a good girl and beg for me,” he whispered in your ear.

He continued his torture for a few minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered out, “Barto, please… please fuck me.” He looked at you suspiciously, before you breathed another desperate and whiny, “Pleaseeee!” Which was met with an immediate, “Good girl,” before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and gently moved some hair out of your face.

What makes the one to shake you down?

He gradually increased his pace, each time eliciting a new moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around him as he did, needing to feel him as deep as you could. He picked up the pace until the only sounds in the room were the slapping together of skin, and the accompanying moans from both of you.

Each touch belongs to each new sound

His pace was steady and even, but almost inhuman in speed. The sex was far better than anything you’d ever experienced before, and you had already cum twice, each orgasm better than the last. Looking into his eyes you swore you saw more beast than man, and with the way he was ravaging your body, you believed it. He noticed your mind was wandering but he quickly brought you back to reality as his fangs clamped over your neck.

A shiver ran up your spine before he pulled his mouth from your neck to smile at you, his fangs red with your blood. His hot breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “Mhmm yeah baby, taking me so good,” while somehow increasing the force of his thrusts. Your hands were tangled in his hair as you tried to choke out any string of words but the only thing that left your mouth were incomprehensible moans of pleasure.

He laughed softly in your ear before continuing, “Sorry sweetness that’s not good enough… I need to know how much you love my cock, need to hear you say it,” before moving his lips back to your skin. You stammered for a moment before focusing enough to reply, “Mhmmm, love your cock so much, Barto. Feels so good I-hngg I can’t stop cumming,” you cry out, pressing yourself further against him.

Say now you want to shake me too

He sat back up and you watched as his face swelled with pride, followed by his eyes rolling back with satisfaction. Noticing his pleasure, you decided to praise him some more. “Ah-fuck, feels so good, mhmm such a good boy,” you teased as your hands traced between his pecs and abs. His eyelids fluttered at the compliment, and he shook his head to regain his focus.

“Oh yeahhh, fucking me so good, that’s my good boy,” you said between moans, before biting your bottom lip and looking up at him innocently. You could practically see his eyes become heart-shaped as he continued to ram into you relentlessly.

You opened your mouth to throw more words of praise at him, but before you could speak, his large hand grabbed hold of your chin. He held your head in place as he moved down to allow his face to hover above yours.

Move down to me

You could feel the restraint in his voice as he spoke, “Now sugar, keep talking like that and I’m gonna finish before you get to cum for a third time, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

With a whimper, a small pout, and pleading eyes you softly shook your head no. “That’s my good girl, you gonna cum for me one more time?” He asked as he sat back up and began to thrust inside of you once more.

You were already close so it only took a few thrusts before you were gasping for air and screaming, “I’m gonna- hnnngh, Captain! I’m gonna cum!” You watched his eyes become wide after you called him “Captain” and realized he was quickly approaching his release.

“Mhmmm yeah, oh fuck, Barto!” You cried out, feeling your final orgasm rock throughout your entire body, and he followed close behind. He continued to ram into you desperately as you both rode your highs together. Eventually his hips stuttered to a halt and you were finally able to catch your breath.

Slip into you

After he pulled out of you, he took your hand and guided you to the bathroom. Your knees were still shaky so he sat you gently on the counter before he got rid of the condom. He grabbed a warm, wet rag and began wiping your body down, gently cleaning the bite marks and hickies he left scattered over your flesh. Once you were clean and had regained your balance, you did the same for him. After you both washed up, you went back to the bedroom and began collecting your clothes from the floor to get dressed again.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, stepping back into his boxers. “Well, I figured you’d want to get back to the party,” you stammered as you slid your panties back on. He hugged you from behind and you continued, “Or at least that you’d want to get some sleep.” He smiled and kissed your temple before responding, “And kick a pretty little thing like you out? I’m stupid but I’m not an idiot,” he chuckled out, forcing a giggle from your lips. “We should get some sleep though,” he agreed as he sat on the bed and threw his shirt at you to put on.

After you put on his shirt he pulled you into bed next to him and curled his large figure around yours. “You’re something special, Newbie, I think I could get used to you,” he mumbled, holding you close against his warm chest. You smiled to yourself and curled against him as you both drifted softly to sleep.

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pinejayy · 17 days

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|| Something about one piece characters with sharp teeth make me a whore 😔😔😔

#x reader #one piece #jayyspeaks #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo #arlong #charlotte katakuri #katakuri #gecko moria

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grouchymillennial · 2 months

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A couple sketches from chapter 1 and 2 of the amazing Bartolomeo fanfic: “I’ll Fucking Digest You One Kiss At A Time” by the lovely @strawberriemarswrites

#bartolomeo #one piece #bartolomeo the cannibal #op fanfic #ifdyokaat #this fic gives me life #op #x reader

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strawberriemarswrites · 3 months

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ONESHOT - WICKED GAME (Bartolomeo)

Summary: You and Barto have been dating for a while. You want to try something new with him, something a little more kinky. Pairing: Bartolomeo x AFAB!Reader (no pronouns are mentioned, but Reader has a vagina) Rating: Explicit TW & Tags: Consensual Dub-Con, roleplay, dominant Bartolomeo, rough sex, very light bondage, Barto being mean, slightly bratty Reader, oral, fingering, PiV. This is in the canon OP universe, you’re a member of Barto’s crew :3 Word Count: 2,527

“I dunno. Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bartolomeo’s face was rapidly turning darker and darker shades of red as he stared down at the rope in your hands. “I-I don’t wanna hurt ya or nothin’...”

You nodded, taking one of his hands and placing it on top of the bundle. “I trust you. You won’t hurt me.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before turning it over so that when you released, he was holding the rope. “We can start slow. The safeword isn't just for me, either — you can use it if you get uncomfortable.”

He looked down at the rope, then to your face. You were blushing as much as he was, avoiding direct eye contact. His fingers curled around the coil of rope, and he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, then into your hair, before gripping and tilting your head back.

Your breath hitched, and you finally met his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, giving you one last out. “You’re sure about this?”

You nodded again. “Yes.”

Bartolomeo let go of your hair, bent down, and hoisted you up over his shoulder. You cried out in surprise, trying to find purchase at this new angle, your legs kicking as he held you in place with one arm. “H-hey, put me down!”

“Not a chance.” He didn’t seem fazed by your tiny kicks, only readjusting his grip so his shoulder wasn’t digging into your stomach. “Just sit tight, you’re comin’ along with me~”

Your face lit up and you started to fight in earnest, squirming on his shoulder and punching at his back. He was hardly moved, making a mental note to actually show you how to throw a punch in case you ever actually were in danger of being kidnapped. Not that he’d ever let that happen while you were part of his crew, but still.

He kicked open the door to his quarters, not caring about the handle he’d need to replace, and tossed you down onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress once, and he was on top of you immediately after, pulling your wrists together in one hand and quickly getting to work winding rope around them.

When he pulled the knot, you gasped, feeling your wrists strain as you squeaked out, “Too tight!”

Initially, panicked, Bartolomeo over-corrected, so you showed him the trick that he should be able to slip two fingers between your wrist and the rope. As he stammered an apology, you grabbed a fistfull of his coat, tugging him down for a kiss.

“You’re fine,” you mumbled between your mouths. “Keep going. Please.”

His heart pounded in his ears. He couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you, or that he was taking to it so easily. Maybe you’d have to do it more often.

“Ya know, I normally don’t take prisoners.” Bartolomeo smiled and pinned your hands above your head, brushing his knuckles across your cheek again. “But after lookin’ at me with those big doe eyes, I just couldn’t resist.”

You stared up at him, putting on a pathetic, pleading look. “What are you going to do with me?”

He smiled wider, sharp teeth on full display. “I’m gonna help myself to the spoils.”

He then took you by the waist and pulled you down to the edge of the bed, undoing your pants and yanking them off before sitting on his knees before you, lifting your legs over his shoulders. With his face this close to your core, he was practically salivating at the sight of your underwear. He pulled aside the cloth covering your sex and inhaled — the scent alone sent so much blood straight to his cock that he was nearly dizzy.

“Fuck,” he breathed, steeling himself, “if you taste as good as you smell, I’m never letting you go.”

You gasped again as he then shoved his tongue against your folds. Your back arched and you tucked your arms to your chest, writhing and whimpering as Bartolomeo licked long, languid strokes from the very base of your entrance to the tip of your clit. You shrieked when he began to nip and suck on the sensitive bud, twisting your hips back and forth in an attempt to pull away. He held fast, continuing his onslaught, until he felt your legs starting to twitch. Only then did he finally relent, licking his lips with a cocky grin.

Fuck, his face covered in your slick was sexy. You whined, hiding your face behind your bound hands, whimpering incoherently. He hooked two fingers around the knot between your wrists and pulled you upright, not allowing you to hide from him as he slammed his mouth against yours. He took advantage of your startled cry, shoving his tongue past your lips and making you taste yourself on him. Moaning softly, you leaned into the kiss, sliding your tongue under his...

Before giving it a sharp nip.

Bartolomeo abruptly pulled away with a mock scowl. He grabbed you by the chin, his hand large enough that his fingers and thumb pressed into your cheeks. You grinned, sticking your tongue out defiantly.

“So that’s how it is, huh?” He switched his hold from your chin to your neck, the sight and feeling of just one hand almost entirely circling your throat making his cock ache. Your breath hitched again, and you reflexively tried to pull your thighs together, feeling your slick dripping down your leg and onto the bed.

He then stood, tipping your head back and undoing his belt with his free hand, finally pulling his cock free. You moaned again, your face flushing deeper as you playfully tried to writhe out of his grip and put on the most pitiful face you could. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again...”

“I know you won’t,” Bartolomeo said, grinning dangerously as he moved his hand from your throat to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and gripping tight. “That’s why instead of knockin’ your teeth in, we’ll put that mouth of yours to good use.”

With that, he shoved his cock into your mouth, pushing himself in until he hit the tight threshold of your throat. He could hardly hear your muffled shout over the sound of his own guttural sigh, his eyes rolling back. Your stifled moans and whimpers sent vibrations all along his length, and he held you there for a moment longer, then held your head in place as he slid his cock halfway out before shoving it back in.

You squirmed on the bed as he slowly started fucking your face, your tied hands settling on one of his legs. Though you whined around his dick, you still responded to every push and pull with veiled enthusiasm, your heart pounding in your chest and your cunt dripping at the feeling of him filling your mouth so completely.

Bartolomeo finally pulled back far enough that only the tip remained in your mouth, and he tilted your head back to see it on your tongue. A bead of precum swelled and dripped out, and you shivered as the salty, bitter substance hit your tastebuds.

Between heavy breaths, he smiled, practically crooning, “What’s the matter? Don’t like the taste of me fuckin’ your face?” He pulled away and leaned down, his free hand reaching for your cunt.

Eyes wide, you tried to push back. “No, no don’t touch—”

He pushed one finger deep into you, causing you to choke on the last word. He laughed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before sliding in a second with little resistance. You moaned wantonly, your face bright red as you feigned fighting back, pushing against his hand. His laughter only got louder, letting go of your head and taking hold of your wrists again, holding them up over your head and out of the way.

“Who would have guessed,” he teased, increasing his pace, “that a soft thing like you is really a cock-hungry little slut.”

“M’not,” you whimpered, feebly trying to pull away.

“Really?” he mocked, giving a particularly hard push into your cunt. “You sure about that?”

You cried out and shook your head, still struggling as another flood of slick burst forth. “Fucking bastard—”

Bartolomeo forced you onto your back, pinning your wrists down above you. “Hey now, that’s harsh — I might be a bastard, but I still have feelings, y’know.” He finally slowed his pace, leaning down until his nose almost touched yours and adding, “Keep actin’ like a brat and callin’ me names though. I might just drag you up to the deck like this for the whole crew to see.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks turning a whole new shade of red as you searched his face. Something in the back of your mind told you there was no way he was serious, but then something else piped up that he might actually be into that sort of thing. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His grin was just a touch below sinister as he said, “Call me another name and find out.”

He then added a third finger.

You jerked your hips upward with a scream, “Fuck me!”

Bartolomeo let go of your wrists and pulled his fingers out, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you further up the bed. He kicked off his pants as he straddled you and spread you legs. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He lifted your legs up and reached down for your underwear, before pausing. “Uh... serious question.”

You cocked your head, your breath heavy from the adrenaline coursing through you. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, tracing a finger along the wet patch on your underwear, biting his lip at the shiver he received in response. “How uh... attached are you to these?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Not at all.”

Bartolomeo smiled back, face flushed, before his expression turned sinister once more. “I’ve always wanted to do this—”

The fabric tore effortlessly, the waistband digging into your skin before snapping as he ripped the offending garment free. You gasped, your cunt pushing forth another burst of fluid, aching with need. He tossed the scraps aside, then turned you over onto your stomach, lifting your ass up level to his hips. After a few long strokes of his cock between your folds, he pushed in, both of you groaning with relief.

From there, Bartolomeo was bent over you completely, his enormous frame neatly fitting over top of your body. He kept one hand on your wrists, pinning them out in front of you, while his other arm circled beneath your waist and kept your ass in the air. He leaned down and began leaving bites along your neck and shoulder, his teeth drawing angry red lines in their wake. He growled low in his chest — he wasn’t even sure why; all he knew in that moment was the angle was perfect and so were you and he was determined to pump you so full of jizz that you’d be leaking for days.

On your end, you were in sheer bliss. You couldn’t believe you’d hesitated to ask Bartolomeo to do this. You shifted slightly to help him push in even deeper, feeling him bottom out in your cunt in a way that made you scream. With every thrust that was deeper than the last, every time his teeth threatened to break skin, the incoherent growling under his breath — you were starting to get dizzy from the stimulation. At this rate, you’d probably go mad with ecstacy.

Pressure began to build. Bartolomeo quickened his pace, his teeth drew pinpricks of blood as he finally broke your skin after a hard scratch. You wailed, throwing your head back and nearly head-butting him. Desperate, you managed to wriggle the knot around your wrists free from his grip, slipping your hands downward to meet his. You repositioned them so the backs of your hands were parallel to the bed, left under right, and nestled under his massive palm, fingers peeking out on your left hand to slip between his.

Something about the gesture, how comforting it was in the moment, how it was the only way you could hold onto him from your position, all of it sent Bartolomeo teetering over the edge. The arm around your waist shifted as he frantically tried to reach your clit, and when he did, he barely even brushed his finger over it before you were screaming again. Your head violently jerked backward, your vision filling with stars as your core clenched and euphoria flooded every one of your senses. He buried his face into your shoulder, screaming an elongated “FFFFUCK” against your skin as he came shortly after, your cunt spasming around him.

Soon, his thrusts slowed, hips jerking forward sporadically as he emptied himself deep inside of you. You whined, biting your lip and dreading the moment when he pulled out.

Eventually, his breathing evened out, and he could feel his dick beginning to soften. He kissed along your shoulder and neck, both of you wincing as he finally shifted his hips back and slowly released his hold around your waist. You flopped down on your side, a satisfied smile on your face, just as he noticed the faint lines of blood on your shoulder.

“AH! SHIT! HOLD STILL, UH—” Bartolomeo leapt off the bed, searching around the room for first aid. You struggled to push yourself upright, trying to get a good look at what he was so worried about. All you saw were a few teeth marks and what you could only describe as cat scratches, barely even breaking the skin.

Before long, Bartolomeo stumbled back onto the bed on his knees, reaching for you and retreating a few times, as if he wasn’t sure if he should touch you in your horribly injured state. He started babbling, “I-I shouldn’t have been so rough — I’m sorry — I can’t believe I hurt you—”

You threw your arms up over his head, your tied hands creating a closed loop as you pulled him down for a soft kiss. He tensed, eyes wide, before quickly melting in your hold, pulling you onto his lap and hugging you close. When you broke away, you were giggling, and he was still trying to apologize.

“Did you ever hear me say the safeword?” you asked, cutting into his thoughts and finally shutting him up. When he shook his head, you continued, “That’s because I didn’t. I didn’t need to use it.”

“But... I hurt you...”

You smiled and kissed him again. “And that’s okay. You did it with my permission.” You lifted your arms back over his head, putting your wrists between your chests. “Now untie me so I can show you the next part.”

Bartolomeo’s eyes widened, his face flushing a deep crimson. “W-wait, there’s more? But we’re — I mean, if it’s another round, it’s gonna be a minute— ACK—”

You tweaked his septum ring, making his eyes water. “Untie me so I can show you how to do aftercare. You’re gonna love this even more than the sex.”

#happy belated valentines~#here's that oneshot I promised <3 #bartolomeo x you #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo #bartolomeo one piece #bartolomeo the cannibal #oneshot #one piece x reader #reader insert

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swampstew · 7 months

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It's time to flashily vote on your favorite costume!

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wonderlandoffanfics · 2 months

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Manifest Fantasies (pt 2)

My first ever posted fan fic! I decided I'm not great with smut but I tried my best, and will continue to try in other things. This fic is Bartolomeo inspired - I'm really sorry if I didn't write him properly, I kinda got self indulgent to certain degrees. Most degrees.

This second bit it my attempt at some smut :)

Enjoy!

part 1 swimsuit addition dat dress tho

WC: 3995

CW: fem reader, MDNI, bit o’ fluff turned smutty, vaginal penetration, no protection mentioned, cockwarming, Barto’s fangs doing as they do, praise kink (for him, of course), aftercare with brief non-sexual urination

You’ve put all your new clothes away in the wardrobe and scattered the new décor about your room. It appears homier now and you relax for a moment and take in your own handiwork. You know that you’ve already set sail for the evening since you and Bartolomeo were the last ones to get back to the ship as the sun set.

Seeing the moon through the window of your room, you decide to go wander about the deck and take in the night air. It was cool out and the breeze coming off the sea gave you goosebumps, but you stand in delight of the stars and the moonlight dancing on the waves. You were so grateful to experience such a calm and wondrous sight, something you never knew you were missing from your island home all those years.

“Ya doin’ okay, y/n?” you turn your head to see Bartolomeo come to stand next to you at the railing. A faint smile across your face and a hum is all you let out, allowing the moment to continue to sink in. You were already so at peace, but his presence brought you to a new level of calm and delight. You cross your arms, leaning against the railing and bring your hands to your upper arms for warmth, “I can’t believe this is something I could have gone my whole life without experiencing. It’s a sight I will never tire of.” You say quietly, thanking him for a millionth time in your mind for this.

“I know whatcha mean…” he says back, only looking at you. He takes off his jacket again, like he did in the store earlier, but this time he drapes it over you with care rather than a quick modesty. With your arms still crossed you stand up straight and grab the edges of his coat with your hands, pulling the warmth that lingered from him onto you tighter, another quiet hum escapes you.

You turn to look at him, now only dressed from the waist down, “I appreciate the gesture but you’re making me feel bad about hogging the warmth.” You swiftly twist the coat back over his shoulders, reaching up the best you could and stand face to face, well, chest with him. You decide to take a chance and wrap your arms around his waist, sharing the warmth instead, your head turned to face the ocean still as you listen to his heart beat gain speed.

You can’t see his face now but there are droplets hitting your head and sniffling sounds coming from him, so you tighten your hug, “are you doing okay, Barto?” you echo back his earlier question. “More than.” He whimpers and embraces you in return. You become aware of his body heat raising as his heart beats louder against your ear; it’s been so long since you felt someone this close to you but you want more from him and you think he wants more too, he just won’t make the first move.

You get an idea and pull away from him a bit. He acknowledges you releasing your hold on him and he does the same. With a bit of effort, you hoist yourself up to sit on top of the railing; it gives you enough extra height to be closer to face level with him. He moves to catch you in case you start to fall, which works in your favor; you pull him back into an embrace, this time your arms are able to reach around his neck and your legs squeeze around his hips inside his coat. You see his face go red as his hands reach around your back to keep you steady on the railing.

“What’re ya doin’ y/n?” Barto asks without being able to look you in the eyes. “What I think we both want, but you can stop me if I’m wrong.” You bring one of your hands from behind his neck and touch his jaw softly. With light pressure from both hands, you pull him towards you and he finally looks directly at you, still red faced and an expression you can only read as pure joyous anticipation.

You smile as your lips meet his, his hands caress you and bring you closer as he sinks into the kiss. You move your mouth with his, bumping his septum ring, and lick his lips, also gliding along his teeth and being mindful of the sharp tips. He reciprocates and slides his tongue against yours, maneuvering his way into your mouth as he presses further into the romantic embrace.

Your hands slowly fall to his chest and begin to trace his tattoo and muscles, and explore lower to his abs, then bringing them back up his sides and around his back, using your nails to scratch against his skin. You want to be selfish and take in every bit of him that you can while this moment persists.

He pulls away slightly, breathing heavy, and presses his nose against yours, “are ya sure that’s what ya want?” Looking into each other’s eyes, “more than anything.” You say as you kiss him again, harder this time, not caring if you end up bleeding from his teeth. At this point you would encourage him to use them as he sees fit on your body.

Bartolomeo slides his hands from your back down to your ass and pulls you towards him. You’re off the railing of the ship and in his arms completely, wrapped around him and full of desire. You felt something large between you and moan softly against him, shifting slightly you realize it’s the dagger he keeps in his pants but that realization doesn’t stop you from enjoying how it’s pressing against you. He noticed you tighten your hold against his hips and roll yours slightly, “don’t ya worry, I got something even better in there for ya.” You both chuckle.

With a smirk, he begins walking back to the door that leads to his room; you kiss his neck and chest, allowing him time to see where he is walking while he carries you away from prying eyes. The late night crew has probably already seen enough but you don’t really care.

He takes you into his room, adorned with Straw Hat Pirate related things, you almost want to giggle as you take in his obsessive collection but you are quickly brought back to the moment as he kicks his door shut behind you both, cutting off the light from outside the room.

Closed into his dark room, with only moonlight shining through the windows to illuminate you both, he rolls his shoulders and causes the coat you had hung back over him to fall to the floor. He goes back to kissing you as he walks a few steps towards the large bed. Kneeling down on it, with you still clinging to him, he lays you down and leans over your body.

You appear slight underneath him as you unwrap yourself from his hips and allow your legs to fall to the bed on either side of his body. With a bit of space now between you, he takes out the dagger from his pants and tosses it onto the nearby nightstand. No words are needed as he presses himself against you and you finally grind him instead of his weapon. Your mouth opens in a pleasurable shock and a whine escapes. You lose your coherent thoughts and your body moves on its’ own, frantically looking for more of his touch, more of his skin on yours.

Your hands move quickly to lift your shirt over your head and you toss it away, not caring where it lands. Bartolomeo sits up to give you room, and take in the sight you’ve offered. Next, you shimmy out of your shorts; he helps throw those to the side as they slide down your legs towards him, leaving you in front of him with just a bra and lace thong on.

You see tears well in his eyes as the moonlight hits his face; you sit up and cup his face. Sliding your legs underneath you, you sit on your knees in front of him and gently kiss him while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “Do you want to stop?” you ask with concern, “we don’t have to…” he cuts you off with a desperate kiss, one hand sliding up your thigh and the other wrapping around your back. “No way I can stop… I just needed ta revel in this moment being real...you’re everything and I’m…” you perceive his words straining and put your finger to his lips, “you’re perfect.” You finish for him.

He gained confidence in his actions after you said that, the praise hitting his ears like a key turning an engine on. Before you knew it he had taken your bra off and flung it across the room, urgently pulling you to his chest, colliding with insatiable lust, he kissed you sensuously. He started to move his mouth down your jaw to your neck and you felt his teeth graze your skin. He was being careful not to draw blood but he left a pressured bite mark on you before he moved down further.

You shift again to lie back as he teases your nipple with his tongue, all the while his hands working down to your core. Your moans and pleasured whines begin making a soundtrack to this evening with his breathing and low, rumbling, satisfied groans. He pushes two of his long fingers inside of you, keeping the thong material between his fingers as he uses his thumb to tighten the string into your folds, rubbing it against your clit. “Ahh! ….Barto….so good….” more praise comes from your mouth and entices him to continue.

As he leaves marks all over your torso and unravels you from the inside out, you haven’t even noticed how he’s kicked the last of his clothes off onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Stroking himself with his other hand as he brings you closer to your apex and watching your face intently while he continues to kiss down to your hips. He can tell you’re close, and decides to rip the lace panties from you with his teeth to expose you completely. You gasp and your hands tightly grip the bedsheets.

He sucks and licks at your clit while his fingers keep pace inside you. Your toes curl and your legs instinctively drape around his shoulders, “Barto!” you scream out as your orgasm hits. His fingers pop out of you as he uses his long tongue to lick every drop that spills from you. He takes the hand that was just inside you and uses it on himself, making his member shine in the moonlight with your juices as you finally notice he’s naked too.

“Fu...ck…” you let out as you’re riding the waves of your high to a slightly calmer place and see how large he is in his own hand. He lets go of himself and crawls back up you, bringing your mouths together again. His ardent kiss deepens and you feel him pressing hard against your lower half. He lets out a fervid cry against your mouth as you separate and breathe heavily together.

“Barto, you are amazing,” his member twitches against your inner thigh, just inches from your slick opening; “I need to feel all of you. Please.” Shifting your weight so he lines up with his tip at your entrance, you grind a bit against him and dig your nails into his back, desperate for him to take you.

“I don’t wanna hurt ya…. Tell me if ya want ta stop… I’ll understand.” He says with sadness to his tone, you imagine this has maybe been an issue in the past but you trust him. “I promise.” You kiss him from his forehead, to his nose, to his mouth, and smile at him. “Just go slow and we’ll work through this together. I want you.” You see his eyes get teary again but he holds them back as he reaches down and helps himself start to slip inside you.

Your eyes go wider and your mouth hangs open, letting out a long uncontrolled mewl, you grip the sheets with tight fists. He stops but you smile at him, mouth still open, indicating it was a good noise. Slowly still, he pushes deeper, looking you in your eyes to be sure you’re okay. He’s far enough in that his hands move to your hips and drags along your thighs, pushing your legs up closer to his shoulders, opening you for him to further dive in. You can tell he’s struggling to hold back; he pushes one last time and is finally fully buried deep inside you.

“So fuckin’ tight” he chokes out. “You did so good, giving me time to adjust to how big you are.” You’re starting to see his eyes shine again at your words and he throbs inside of you. You move your hands to trace his jaw, and bring them down brushing his neck, then chest, resting against his tattoo. “Barto… be my good boy and fuck me. Hard.” It’s like you flipped a switch in his brain again and confidence floods through him.

He rolls his hips into you and he hits every inch of himself into your sweetest spots. Holding your legs in place with his torso, his hands roam, groping every bit of you they can reach. He glides one arm up your side, delicately gracing your curves, and leans on the bed near your head, tangling your hair with his fingers and resting the palm of his hand against your face. He cradles you into a greedy, breathless kiss while his other hand is now firmly gripping your ass, all the while keeping his pace, thrusting you into the mattress.

Ecstasy washes over you with his momentum picking up; he pulls his face back, mere centimeters from your lips and grunts into your mouth, focusing on your face like he’s obsessed with learning each obscene response you let out, “So magnificent, y/n.” You bite his lower lip and lick it once releasing, “You make me delirious,” you pant out, while your hands continue around him tearing your nails into his back, his arms, and his chest; gripping at anything to keep him as close as possible.

He begins losing himself to the pleasure of your tightness, brutally snapping against your tender hole. You rasp out his name and let yourself fall into a vivid comfort, convulsing around him and orgasm again, your leg muscles twitch against his torso. “Y/n…. where…?” is all he can muster to say. “In” you barely form the word as you feel him, no longer able to hold back, release inside you with your slightest consent.

He lets your legs fall back to the bed and his weight drops down on you as you both pant heavily, sweating and unable to muster strength to untangle yourselves from each other. A few moments pass and Bartolomeo grabs you and rolls onto his back, switching spots with you so you are now lying on his chest. He’s still inside you, losing his hardness but still keeping you full.

“Sorry, needed ta catch my breath; hope I wasn’t crushin’ ya.” He chuckles slightly as his hand plays with your hair. You hum, “you felt like the best weighted blanket.” His hand leaves your hair and begins to stroke your back up and down, caressing the curve of your body, and after a few passes he stops and cups your butt cheek, giving it a light squeeze.

You giggle and start to sit up, pushing up from his brawny chest. Straddling him, you lift your hips and slide him out of you; both of you making a face at the loss of contact. You ease down next to him, using his arm as a pillow and cuddling up to his side. Cringing a bit as you mold to him, you realize moving may be difficult for a day or so, but it was worth it, and you’d do it over and over again if he wanted.

“Are ya okay? Did I hurt ya somehow?” he saw your face crunch up as you lay down and started to panic and twists to look at you. “No, no, please, I’m okay. I’ll just be sore for a bit, but a good kind of sore.” You reassure him with a smile that melts his heart, “I know something that’ll help ya.” He says and proceeds to move, scoop you into his arms, and take you to the bathroom attached to his room.

He puts you down on the edge of the tub and turns on the hot water. Now in the light of the bathroom you see each other clearly; he’s covered in red scratches and you are covered in teeth marks and bruises. You try to stand up and wobble a bit on weak legs, he steadies you quickly “where ya going?” “Oh, uhh…” you blush a little but you eye the toilet, “would you mind if I…. gramma Gambia said it’s best to pee after…” “A-absolutely! Do ya want me ta leave?” he asks, holding your hand while you walk the few steps needed. “You don’t have to, I’ll be quick anyway.”

You do your business and wash your hands as he turns to kneel at the bathtub, shutting off the water and dropping a bit of scented oil into the steaming surface. The room is filled with lavender and honey, “how delightful” you say, coming up behind him, rubbing his shoulders and kissing the side of his head.

Bartolomeo helps you get in and stand in the tub, getting himself into it behind you before guiding you down to sit with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist under the water and cuddles you close as you both take in the aroma helping you relax even further into the warmth of the bath and each other.

All is quiet and still for a few moments until you decide to break the silence. Leaning your head back against his shoulder and turning to peck the side of his jaw, you let out a breathy “thank you” to him. He squeezes you tighter and brushes the marks he left on your shoulder and neck, shaking his head against you, “That should be my line, y/n, I’ve dreamt of ya every night since we met. Almost lost it while we were shopping; I thought about jumping you in the changing room. If I wake up tomorrow and this was all a dream it would make sense at this point; except this was better than all my fantasies combined.”

You bring your hand up to hold his face and pull him from hiding against your neck, “I’ll stay with you tonight then, and for as long as you’d like after, we can both wake up day after day knowing how real this is.” You lean into each other and indulge in the bliss of your shared aftercare until the water loses warmth.

After drying off and putting on one of Bartolomeo’s large t-shirts to sleep in, he, just in boxers himself, hops into bed and pats the empty space beside him to invite you under the covers. Curling up into his embrace you have never felt happier; this ship and this man have become your home, more so than your island ever could have.

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An overwhelming bliss hits as you open your eyes to see you are still in Bartolomeo’s bedroom. At some point in the night you had turned around so your back was facing him, but he was still holding you close. You wiggle back a bit to nestle his body against yours more, earning you a gratifying squeeze in return.

“Mornin’, y/n” he says softly in your ear, kissing just behind it. “Good morning, Barto,” you rolled in his embrace to face him and provide a longing kiss, “it was real.” You add, smiling against his mouth, continuing the kiss.

A loud knock on the door interrupted your peace, “Captain, are you awake yet? We need you as soon as possible!” Barto jumped at the intrusive noise and instinctively left the bed to get pants and boots on to go deal with whatever was needed. You just watched him as he scrambled to get dressed.

Almost touching the door knob to leave, he turns on his heel and skitters back to kiss you, “I’ll make sure ta find a way ya can get ta your room without them seeing ya. See ya later, y/n.” He says while walking away again, like he already knew you had no plan in place to find your way, pants-less, back to your own room.

You wait until you hear the voices move away from the door before you rush back to your room to get dressed for the day. Not that you want what happened last night to be a secret from the crew, but you certainly didn’t want anyone to see you in nothing but Barto’s oversized shirt, that was just for his eyes.

Later that day as you were walking about the deck, trying to get gum off the railings, you heard what sounded like construction work being done. You go towards the noise and it’s coming from…. Your bedroom? You come to find that there are crewmates cutting a hole in a wall near your bed, “what the ever loving hell?” you shout over their noise. Barto comes darting around the corner and pulls you into the hall, “This was meant ta be a surprise!” “Oh, I’m surprised, Barto! What is going on?!” you desperately grab his arms and look back over your shoulder into the room again, dust flying everywhere.

“I thought ya’d like it if there was a door ta my bath – our bathroom, so I’m havin’ one installed!” You turn back to him with your eye twitching, mouth agape in bewilderment, unsure what to say to him. You love the idea but this was not how you thought this day would be going. You wish you had had time to move things around and put things away before the men were in there making a huge mess.

You sigh and drop your hands from his arms, “you sure know how to make a girls’ day, thank you, Barto.” You’d rather just accept the inevitable and let them finish the job without a fuss. However, the clean-up will be challenging later, you’ve seen how these guys leave things when they do literally anything; hence the reason you were even on this ship to begin with.

Barto just looked too happy and excited for you to say how you wish this was less of a secret project. Though it did make you wonder if the whole crew already knew what had happened between you two. “Hey, d…does everyone know?” you ask as you both start walking away from the noise. “Oh, uh, well, the night crew ended up seeing me carry you into my room, so it was already the talk of the morning when they called me out ta help them earlier.” His face turned bright red as you giggled, “I thought so, and since they already know I guess we have nothing to hide, which is nice.” You grab his hand, now out on the deck, in public.

“I’m really happy with you, Bartolomeo. This life with you will be the best I’ve ever lived.” He wraps his arms around you, tears streaming once again from his happiness over flowing, and picks you up to be closer in height. You kiss him eagerly and let out a hum of content. “Y/n, I promise ya it really will!”

#x reader #mdni #bartolomeo #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo one piece #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo smut #wonderlandoffanfics

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cisfem!Reader Character: Bartolomeo Kink: #12 Marking kink (biting) Prompt: #13 don't worry, I'll take care of you / #9 fuck you feel so good. Gift Giver: @cosmicmaid

Summary: All your marks have healed, so now Bartolomeo is going to enjoy replacing them.

Content Notes: biting, blood, fantasies of being eaten, references to cannibalism and related violence, oral sex, fingering.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You disappeared underneath him. Every time. His eyes would find yours and whatever you were doing would be wrapped up quickly, and you’d be in his bed, completely engulfed by him. It was easy for him to do so when he was over seven feet tall.

Easier when you enjoyed disappearing under him.

You were maybe the only person he liked as much as he did the Straw Hat pirates. You liked them too – that shared devotion had caused the two of you to find one another. Maybe the only person who you liked more than those pirates was this pirate.

“Meo,” you murmur his name, shaky fingers against taut skin, running along lines of muscles.

“Yeah?” He prompts, slowly raising your shirt up.

“I’m all healed up B,” you say it shyly, but you can feel the heat flushing in your skin at the idea. “I n-need new ones.”

He pulls your shirt up and off, tossing it aside without looking before he leans down and kisses your skin. His fangs tease against your flesh and you let out soft shivering gasps. It was almost unfair how little he had to touch you for it to sink through your entire body.

He licks along your neck. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises, in that low voice no one else hears. Surprisingly soft, full of heat, with a little shiver like he was always trying to hold himself back. He braced himself over you with one arm, his other hand slipping down your bare waist and under the band of your pants.

One thick finger slips between your thighs, teasing through your trimmed hairs. It was a ticklish sensation, and you opened your legs when you felt it, moving one leg to the outside of his thigh.

His thick, calloused finger pushes against your clit as his teeth sink into your skin. Barto’s sharp teeth pierce your skin easily, almost painlessly. The pleasure from his finger, the pleasure from your own mind at being marked by him, was enough to turn the slight burn into something euphoric.

He was always so careful, never going too deep. Never biting through. He could, you’d seen him rip a man’s throat out before you all became pirates. There was a reason they called him the cannibal, and it was not an epithet that had been lightly earned.

Despite that, every bite, every sting as his teeth sank into another part of you, did nothing but fill you with pleasure. The soft lick after, the teasing kisses in between, the steady beat of pleasure as he teased your clit, slowly pulling your pants down as he moved over you.

Your fingers disappeared into his hair, your other leg was on the outside of his thigh, opening your legs wide as he kissed along your stomach. His hot tongue traced the soft lines of your stomach. Sometimes he would murmur about how easily he could devour you, how easily you could become a part of him. It had been a little scary the first time – you were caught between wanting it and wanting to be with him longer, but now you knew what it was.

Pillow talk.

Much as Bartolomeo cared to know how to.

His tongue was by your bush, and he licked up, and away from it, following the line of your hip. You squirm a little, hardly more than a shiver, as desire tumbles from your lips.

“Meo, please.” You huff as he continues to lick your hip. “Do it, please.”

He hums positively, kissing the ridge of your hip before sinking his teeth into the tender area. You clench your fists in his hair, struggling to stay still against the pleasure and the pain. Your hips were far more sensitive to his bites than anywhere else. You swore you could almost feel the bone of his fangs kiss the bones of your hips. It was as euphoric as it was unsettling, and you loved it.

There’s another heavy lick on your stomach, smearing the barest wisp of blood over your skin.

“Again?” He asks, and you nod, breath coming out heavy.

He grins, turning you on your side suddenly. You yelp at the unexpected movement, moaning as his lips landed against your lower back, kissing you were the curve of your ass became the curve of your back.

“Hold still, my honey.” He says just before his fangs sink in where his lips had been. The pain was sweet, the pleasure sweeter as two of his fingers pushed into your vagina. You mind shorts a little, the mixed signals of pleasure and pain battling within you.

“There’s those sweet sounds.” He says softly, licking the small wounds he just left on you, before letting you lay back onto the bed, setting your legs apart widely, licking along his lips. He was looking at you like you were his favorite meal.

You probably were. He often called you little treat, my honey, sweet snack, and things like that. Always some allusion to food. At least at this point even if he truly ate you up, you don’t think you’d complain.

“Now that it’s been properly plated,” he says the word teasingly, it’s far too fancy for either of you, but you appreciate his humor. “It’s time for me to enjoy my dessert.”

He lays down on his stomach, putting your legs over his shoulders as he kisses and licks the inside of your thighs. You let the sounds of your pleasure fill the room, fingers running through his hair, legs trembling in anticipation.

That first heavy lick runs up your wet slick and pulls a gasping cry of pleasure from you as he hums.

“You always taste so good,” he muses, tongue running over your clit as his thumbs spread your lips. “You feel as good as you taste too, it’s always hard to decide.”

He sucks on your clit, making your toes curl. “Haaa-haard to decide wuh-what?” You question, mind starting to melt from the continuous pleasure.

“Whether I want to eat you, or be eaten by you.”

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r-amenegg · 2 years

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him 🥰🥰

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thepepsislvt · 3 months

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Man yknow what I’m gonna ask. Barto with a virgin reader and first time has? And what if we did bonus points if the reader is short..

Mwehheehe i did it >:3

Warnings: Nsfw, Biting, Reader’s First Time, Mirror sex

Afab reader to fulfill my transmasc Delusions but no pronouns mentioned

“Are you sure about this?” Bartolomeo asks for what seemed like the 18th time that night. He means well though he wants to be sure you're ready. It was your first time after all.

You're currently straddling his lap on his large bed. The two of you both stripped down, clothes are scattered and forgotten around his room. The whole world seemed to be at a halt because all that mattered was that both of you were too lost in the moment.

You give him another soft kiss which he more than willingly reciprocated. After a moment of kissing you pull back just enough to mumble a quick ‘I’m sure’ against his lips before diving right back in.

He moved to place you on the bed.

“Alright, well if you're that sure, then let's getcha all stretched open for me, yeah?”

with one final peck to your lips, he started his journey down, kissing your chin and neck down your chest and stomach but stopping where you needed him most. You huffed impatiently as Barto started to kiss your knee. He slowly made his way up to your thighs where he started to nibble and gently bite at the skin. You let a soft moan escape your lips as he does so. Bartolomeo made sure to leave marks that would be there in the morning including punctures from his two most prominent teeth. As he licked the blood from certain bites his mind was fogged up with the thought that he was going to be your first and hopefully your only.

As you let out an impatient whine he decided it was time to let you finally have what you so desired. He leaned closer to your cunt and licked a long stripe. After hearing you sigh with pleasure he give you a few more licks before moving one of your legs onto his shoulder. He carefully inserted one finger into you. Once he knew you were comfortable and enjoying it he started pumping his finger in and out of you. He turned his head to the leg that was resting on his shoulder and started biting your inner thigh once more. You were experiencing pure bliss when he added a second and third finger. So much so that you grabbed into his hair to keep yourself grounded. He let out a groan when you yank on his hair hard and sank his bigger teeth into your thigh. With the added pleasure from his bite, you scream his name and came on his fingers. He helped you through your orgasm as he carefully removed his teeth from your thigh.

“Awe what a mess, and all for me? How sweet” Barto cooed at you as he removed his fingers before licking them clean. You watched in awe as he did so before he leaned down to kiss you again “you ready, sugar?”

With a nod you both moved to where you were on top. The both of you had agreed that you would be on top to control the pace and speed. He was a big guy after all and didn’t want to hurt you or cause you discomfort in any way. With your new position you were straddling his thighs with your hands on his chest to trade his tattoo. He had his hands holding your own thighs for support.

With a deep breath you sank down on him slowly, stopping every now and again to get adjusted. Bartolomeo rubbed your thighs in a soothing manner and kept telling you how good you were doing. When you finally bottomed out he pulled you down to face him

“doing so good for me, keep it up?” You blushed at his words and pulled him into a deep kiss.

When you finally got comfortable and adjusted to his size, you started to roll your hips against him. He let out a soft whimper and moved his hands to hold your hips, encouraging you to keep going. After a few more rolls of your hips you started to bounce on his dick, with him going deeper with each bounce you let your moans out free. It was taking everything in him not to thrust up into you. He wanted you to take the lead this time, there will be time for that another time if you let him.

After some time your legs and thighs began to grow tired and Barto apparently picked up on it. He held your hips in place to halt your movements. Before you could whine or complain he moved the two of you to sit on the edge of his bed with your back against his chest.

”How about a little help, hmm?” He asks before lowering you onto him once again.

One of his arms went around your hips. Once he started to thrust up into you he grabbed your face in his free hand and made you look at his full length mirror across from the two of you. Once you set eyes on him through the mirror he smiled at you with his eyes clouded with desire. He moved your head to the side to kiss your neck but he made sure you were still looking at the mirror.

After one particular sharp thrust, you let out a louder moan and threw your head back.

”Don’t do that now” Barto said in between heavy breaths. He moved your face back up to look at the mirror “ ‘wanna see yourself? Want you to watch, please?” Even with all the desire and lust built up he still was so sweet and gentle with you.

You couldn’t last any longer, the knot in your stomach was about to burst. He didn’t seem that far behind.

“Mmm! Barto! Keep going I’m almost there” you gave him a warning this time.

”mhmm go ahead sugar, I got you I promise.” He started biting your neck since he knew that would push you over the edge.

And he was right, shortly after you came all over him while screaming his name. His hips started to stutter as he came in you. After the initial high he started to panic.

”Shit, I didn’t mean to come in you. Let me get you cleaned up.” He took you off his lap and placed you on the bed. But before he could get far, you grabbed his arm and brought him close.

”I’m pretty sure I didn’t complain, in fact, I want you fill me up even more”

His face turned red as he processed what you said. But who was he to say no to you when you asked him so nicely.

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #one piece x gn reader #pepsiwrites

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writing-yarn-goblin · 7 months

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HELLOOOOO!~

Today’s the daaaaaaay~

This is my contest entry for my lovely friend @swampstew

Anime: One Piece

Pairing: Bartolomeo the CannnibalxFem!Reader

Relationship: Established

Costume: American Gothic by Grant Wood https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/american-gothic/5QEPm0jCc183Aw?hl=en&avm=2

Word count: 2,023

Please enjoy!~

Warning: slightly suggestive

"Hello, fiends and friends!

You've been cordially invited to Buggy's Spooktacular! A fun party for all to enjoy! Drinks, games and contests with prizes!

Need to change? No problem! We have changing rooms at the ready!

Costumes are mandatory as it serves as your admission ticket. Those without costumes will pay a 6,000 Beri fine (hourly) in order to enjoy party.

See ya there, Jackasses!"

If there was something that you liked, was costume parties. They were a fun way to make friends, business and plans. You were looking forward to seeing your friends and other captains in this party as well. You knew a certain rubbery captain was invited and that made your appearance all the more mandatory.

"Hey, Doll-Did ya' see the invite?" You heard a certain green haired punk say as you gently placed the invite on the kitchen counter. It was early morning and you had spent the night at the Barto Club doing a lot of...special activities with its captain, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. He had curled himself against you, chin on the top of your head as you brewed him and yourself coffee. He took it black with a teaspoon of sugar. You took it mostly black, but wouldn't be against of spicing things up and adding things you'd want to like like different milks and sweetners from time to time.

"Think the costume contest will be a breeze?"

"Hell. No. Eustass Kid went as Terminator last year. I expect everything and anything moving forward." You grunted, making Barto chuckle and bent down enough to kiss your cheek, ready to take a sip from your brew.

"Welp, good thing is we can't repeat costumes." You mumbled softly, sipping your coffee. The morning carried on quiet as usual, you tending to a few documents and Bartolomeo tending to his crew. The party was a few islands away in two weeks. So you figured that you'd be able to craft something in such little time.

But this made it hard.

You were having trouble deciding what you wanted.

You had both stayed at a crossroad.

"I think we should go funny."

"I think we need to spooky it up."

There was no middle ground.

"Both?"

"Both."

'Both is good' you thought. Smirking at the possibilities and getting ready to move on with your day.

You had to do a couple stops at a fabric store and then to a costume shop. You were going to need all you could get.

A few days went by and now you were doing his measurements.

"Hold still, Sasquatch."

"You're being a bossy bitch, Honey-bunch."

You groaned, you knew this was going to be a problem. He was fidgety and so were you.

"Okay, sit down and stay VERY still and- shit, how are you tall even when you're sitting down!?"

You could hear the giggle he was trying to contain. Your distraught was giving him joy and you groaned.

He really thrived in riling you up.

"By the way, Luffy called-"

"HE DID!?"

"...yes. He asked if we were coming to Buggy's and I said yes." You finished. This was true and you knew this little trick will be your saving grace from not poking him with a very sharp needle.

"ShitwegottadoourbestcausenowIjustreallwannaimpressLuffywithmywholeoutfitAnditneedstobeperfect-"

And there he went.

Focused on getting through this costume fitting just so he could impress his favorite person in the world.

Strawhat Luffy.

~*~

The more days passed, the party's stress was already getting to you. So bad- that you've accidentally poked him, 34 times, with the pins and needles in your hand. Thankfully, Bartolomeo learned his lesson on sitting perfectly still.

Until half hour ago, when he was getting very fidgety.

"Stay. Fucking. Still."

"I'm trying, but your hands are really close to my dick and it makes it hard to stay firm in place."

You were at your wits end. You'd gladly hump the ever-lasting grin out of his face until he was whining and panting against your ear, asking to please let him cum with that comment just so he would flip the switch on you and pin you down against whatever surface, just for him to ravage you until he was spent but now wasn't the time get kinky. Especially when you had very sharp scissors in your hand.

Close to his crotch.

"Stay fucking STILL."

"Then stop fucking poking me, Pinhead!"

"WHO YOU CALLING PINHEAD!?"

The bickering didn't end.

It just got worse.

The moment you finally had everything measured and pinned to place, disaster strikes.

In the form of a Marine attack.

You were livid. It was a surprise attack and Bartolomeo was using a sea prism cuff because he didn't want to accidentally hurt you by conjuring up a barrier. He was trying to be careful with the very sharp objects on his body and scrambling to get the keys for the cuff as you readied yourself with any weapon you could find to defend yourself with.

The attack was a surprise but you were merciless.

The way you bent and stretched, leaned and crouched- were a sight to be seen. Contortionist as you were, you could make your mark flawlessly from any angle in the weirdest of positions.

'Fly like a butterfly, fight like a tank.' Was something Barto thought of you the moment the fight started.

You were going to have to be more careful moving forward. As a person of interest, you held information that would sink the pirate captains and meet their fate with Davey Jones.

Once the Marines were left useless and discarded, you all went on route to Buggy's coordinates.

The party would start soon and the blue haired clown wasn't known for his unmeasurable patience.

You remembered that costume changes were permitted so you both decided to make another costume. This one being for after the competition and for some...extra-curricular activities you both could enjoy in case the party was a bust.

Best be prepared, right?

Once the evening settled in, you received a transmission from another ship on your course, warning you of weather conditions worsening once you passed the threshold for the summer islands.

Meaning there was a hurricane passing through and you had no island to dock yet.

Fantastic.

You advised Bartolomeo to do a slight detour, safety first. He agreed that it was first and foremost so he tried to sail towards the last island he could find before the storm worsened and bared the weather.

Once everything was set, protected and everyone was inside: you were in bed, all snug and ready to bare the weather in Bartolomeo's arms, asleep.

~*~

It was a week before the costume party and it was fully got in your nerves.

Nothing wanted to come out right.

The scissors broke.

The wigs weren't ready.

The shoes were damaged- everything that wasn't supposed to happen, happened.

It didn't help that you and Bartolomeo were bickering like an old couple. You were hours from porting on the island Buggy mentioned on the invite and you felt like the world was against you.

Most of the party goers were already on the island on business or just because they could lounge a little.

The days moved on until they neared the day of the party and, no thanks to life, you were behind. So behind, that this was your third all-nighter. Your hands hurt, your eyes were unfocusing and you were drifting and waking up in shock as you were working with the final costume details.

Only to notice only tiny problem...

The costume you were supposed to be wearing was too big and Barto's was too small for him.

Which led you to a funny yet horrible realization:

You have to tell Bartolomeo that he's going to be the prettiest girl in the party.

Literally.

Just as you were going to fix the costume, he strolled in with a cup of coffee for you and a scowl.

"You need to break, babe."

"You need to shut up, sweetheart."

It didn't help that you were cranky. A few minutes had passed and you sniffled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." You mumbled, eyes still focused on your work as you put down the scissors and the needles down.

"I gotta tell you something though...l accidentally made my costume your size and your costume, my size..."

The silence that followed was a little unnerving but before you could look at him, he had already placed your mug down and was inspecting the costume you had worked on.

"I get to be a chick and you get to be my pops?"

You nodded, lips forming a pout as he just smirked at the costume.

"What's the backup costume?"

"Skeletons. We'd glow in the dark."

"Perfect. After the contest is over: we change into this, we get piss drunk and make out, alright?"

Happy with what you're hearing- you nodded and stood up from your seat. There were urging him to sit down and once he did, you climbed up his lap kissed his lips silly. His hands were wrapped around you and nuzzled his nose with yours when the kiss ended.

The days moved fast once more and it was the day of Buggy's party.

You were now doing Bartolomeo's hair as he patiently waited for you to finish. You had clipped his hair carefully and then pulled in his wig cap to place the soft blonde wig on his head. Clipping the back of the wig in a pretty bun with a divide in the middle of the wig. You contoured his edges to where the wig started and we're thankful that he was without eyebrows.

He had nude make up on, his septum was inverted and away from the public's eyes, the tattoo under his right eye was barely visible- he almost looked like a normal person.

Save for the fangs and the height, that is.

Once he was with makeup and thin eyebrows, clothing him was easy. He carefully slipped on a soft linen long sleeved shirt with a rounded collar, black long-sleeve ankle-high dress with the white cuffs poking out of his sleeves. A thin wine colored vest with little dots and curls and a wavy hem.

And finally, an old broach he had stolen a long time ago.

Once he was ready, it was your turn.

You had to, unfortunately, wear a bald cap. You had secured all your hair neatly inside a wig cap and then placed the bald cap on your head. You had meticulously made faded hair on your cap, on the sides. You also made wrinkles on your face and had fake circular glasses perched on your nose.

The white cotton shirt with thin green strips was at least more breathable than the wigcap. Finishing your look with light blue jean overalls and black blazer.

"Hey, I got us something to hold up for pictures."

You looked at Bartolomeo curiously as you watched him stand up and pick something up from the floor.

You giggled.

It was a big, gold picture-frame.

"You would have to kneel to even think of getting a picture."

"That's what chairs are for, my honey."

You grinned. Both of you looked so convincing in your outfits that it would take a second look to Barto to recognize who he was.

"C'mon, let's head over to Buggy's and get this over with. I already wanna change into the back up and make out with the prettiest blonde in a dark corner." You mumbled, packing a little satchel with the glow in the dark skeleton costumes.

"That's pretty Freudian of you." Bartolomeo quipped as he pinned you against the door before leaving, lips near to yours as you gave him a frown. "Bald cap and all- you look good enough to eat. Right. Now."

With a firm push he stumbled back, laughing as you grabbed him by the hand, him holding the frame in the other, and made your way down to the party.

"And now you made it gross. C'mon- I wanna get this party started!"

#one piece #reader insert #fem reader #x reader #bartolomeo the cannibal #cute #Buggy’s Spooktacular Special #Halloween 2023

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pinejayy · 18 days

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➤ Sharp Teeth || One Piece Men

- He dragged his tongue along the soft skin of your body, sharp teeth brushing against your chest and stomach. “Please…Y/N…may I?” He pleaded, as he dragged his kisses all the way back to your neck. “I just need a little taste..” He keeps pleading…and all you could was nod and he immediately sunk his teeth into your flesh making you cry out. Blood dripping down his chin and to your shoulder. “Mm so good…so good my dear.” He moans softly as he continues to stink his teeth into you more further. Tears roll down your face, and he quickly wipes them away with his thumb as he continues to taste your blood. “Shh…it’s okay I promise to make it up to you dear.” He said and pulls away, giving your wound a few licks before crashing his lips against your lips. He immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth. Tasting your blood. After a heated Makeout session he pulled away with a string of saliva. “Now..Dear Y/N. Allow me to make it up to you.” He whispered against your ear and his hands trail over your body and soon after kisses and small bites made their way down…

|| BARTOLOMEO the cannibal <33

- Strong hands held you in place so you wouldn’t move from his lap. His scarf was thrown across the room and you couldn’t help but blush as you saw his face, your eyes roam around every detail especially his intimidating teeth. “God please may I kiss you? I promise to be gentle…please. I’ve been wanting to taste your lips ever since you’ve been mine.” He pleaded. You couldn’t help but blush at his words but at the end you nodded. And he didn’t waste any time before placing his lips against yours. Immediately melting into his kiss, you close your eyes getting lost into the kiss. And as the kiss got heated he couldn’t help but bite your lower lip softly, asking for permission to which you gladly granted and you slid your tongue into his mouth. Both tongues meeting each other for the first time and it was pure bliss and as the kiss got heated he was lost into the moment and he accidentally dragged his teeth along your lower lip causing it to bleed to which he pulled away and started to panic. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! Stupid teeth!” He began to mumble under his breath, and you immediately stopped him. “Hey it was an accident it’s okay dear.” You say and lick off the blood. “I’ve never mentioned this but this is a perfect time. But have I mentioned that I have a thing for sharp teeth. And I was wondering if you could…” You were quickly cut off with his lips against your neck, sharp teeth brushing against the skin making your shiver…oh boy.

|| charlotte KATAKURI <33

- Muffed cries were heard around the room, currently your back was pressed against the wall. Strong arms held you in your place as he forcefully sunk his sharp teeth into your shoulder. Tears steam down your face, but that didn’t stop him. He was obsessed with the taste of your blood and he didn’t bother of asking for permission after all he was your captain and he didn’t see why he needed to ask for permission. Struggling only made his teeth sink down even more. “Good…so good. Human blood is always so much better.” He laughs and pulls his teeth out and watch the blood pour out from your wound. He leans in to lick more of the blood making you whimper. “Good human. You actually managed to stay still. Well not completely still but better than last time.” He laughed out and moves away. You were panting, and shaking like crazy. “Weak human is about to pass out.” He laughs and suddenly you were about to fall forward until he grumbled under his breath and caught you before your body crashed against the floor. “Come human. Rest…you need it.”

|| ARLONG <33

#x reader #one piece #headcanons #op #anime #arlong #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #charlotte katakuri #katakuri

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kaizoku-gary · 8 months

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As you may or may not know, spanish is my mother tongue and I think re-writing/translating my works to it could improve the overall reader experience for my hispanic readers/followers. So whah do you think?

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strawberriemarswrites · 3 months

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Chapter Summary: You're having some interesting dreams lately, and one day after work you catch some unwanted attention. Good thing someone's started following you home. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Explicit, NSFW Chapter (18+ only; PiV sex) TW: public harassment, Barto's full-on stalking now, first dream is nice and steamy but the second dream at the end involves a bit of gore Ao3 Link: Chapter Seven (2,877 words)

Spring melted into Summer, and you quickly learned the AC rattled for just a bit too long whenever it turned on. It hadn’t yet been pushed to its limit, but it left you worried that it would kick the bucket when the first truly scorching day rolled around. It worked for now, at least, which was a godsend given the more pressing matter at hand.

Namely, someone pressing into you while you were bent over the kitchen counter. You weren’t entirely sure how you got there, or how Bartolomeo got into the apartment, but things had apparently escalated quickly.

His hands gripped your hips, your toes grazing the floor with each languid push. He nuzzled the shell of your ear, and you were surprised his septum ring was still cold against your skin, sending shocks down your spine.

“Sweetheart,” he purred, his voice impossibly low.

“Barto,” you whined, his name echoing despite the small space. “More.”

He obeyed, pulling out almost completely only to slam back in, his pace increasing. He was long, that much you knew, even though you hadn’t seen it. No matter how deep he pushed, he always seemed to be able to go even deeper, his cock dragging against your tight walls as his pace grew more erratic.

“My girl. Mine.” He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust, the rough handling contrasting sharply with the soft kisses and playful bites on your neck and shoulders. Sparks flew through your veins as the head of his cock pressed against your sweet spot. You hardly recognized yourself through the animalistic cry that wrenched free, your cunt being pushed to its limit.

Right on the cusp of release, a familiar rattling sound cut through the air.

Blearily, you opened your eyes. You were flopped over on your couch, dried drool on your cheek. The AC was wheezing to life, pulling you from your delicious reverie.

You groaned, covering your face. “Fuck.”

It was a beautiful evening as you got out of work for the day. The sky was a gradient of pinks and oranges as the sun began its slow descent below the skyline. Its reflection glinted off of buildings and cars, filling your vision with little sparks of gold.

The darkening sky made it easier for Bartolomeo to keep an eye on you as he followed you home, keeping three buildings between you and him.

For all intents and purposes, he could have casually walked up and passed off his presence as a coincidence, as if he was just out running errands. He imagined you’d ask if he wanted to walk home with you, something he’d do with all the enthusiasm of a puppy playing with his favorite toy. Maybe you could stop at the diner, and he’d actually get a chance to show that he loved the little brushes of contact with your legs against his. Maybe he’d even get to feel those legs around his hips—

Bartolomeo shook his head, expelling the thought. This was why he was following from a distance. He didn’t trust himself not to overwhelm you with advances, or let slip one of his more lewd thoughts.

You were blissfully unaware, a slight spring in your step as you walked down the steps to the subway platform. He watched you swipe a train pass and waited for you to turn the corner, before jumping the turnstiles and resuming the pursuit.

He’d never admit that, despite the risk of being caught, he was starting to get a bit of a thrill out of the whole situation. You hadn’t said anything about noticing break-ins in a while, which meant he was getting better about hiding his tracks. On occasion he hid on the fire escape when he knew you were awake, or sat by your door and listened to you play with Luffy or sing to yourself. Part of him felt guilty still, but that part was slowly getting quieter as he continued to get away with his antics.

Following you was another step down into the obsession pit. Bartolomeo could justify it to himself all he wanted to, despite the obvious truth. He boarded the subway car behind yours, watching your back through the windows.

The car you chose was less crowded than usual for this time of day, devoid of the locals you’d grown accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t completely empty, as there was a group of people near the front of the car who were too loud for the tiny space, horsing around and engaging in general foolishness. Not long after you sat down and started to look at your phone, however, the volume died down somewhat, replaced with some muttering and hushed snickering. Maybe they were being more considerate now that someone else was in the car with them.

If only they were that kind.

A few minutes passed before a shadow loomed over you. Startled, you looked up.

A blond man with sunglasses was staring down at you with a wide grin. He had two long scars across either side of his face, giving him an almost ruggedly handsome appearance, if it weren’t for the fact he was leaning over you with imposing intent.

“Hey there, dollface,” he said. “Traveling alone?”

You bristled, tucking your phone away. “I’m meeting someone.”

He laughed, “Sure you are. Who’re you meeting? A boyfriend?”

You shook your head, pulling your shoulders in, instinctively making yourself smaller.

The man laughed, “Aw, no need to be shy. I’m just making conversation.” He suddenly leaned over you, putting one hand over the back of the seat. “Tell you what — why don’t you ditch whoever it is and come join us?” He tipped his sunglasses down. “I’m sure my friends and I could show you a fun time.”

You tried to inch away, pressing yourself closer to the cool window. “I’m just meeting a friend. I’m sure we can have a fun time by ourselves.”

“Maybe they can join us. The more the merrier, right?” He cocked his head, looking you up and down. “If they’re half as pretty as you, you’ll both look good on either arm.”

You suppressed the urge to gag, instead shaking your head again. “I’m really not interested in a night out, thank you.”

“So a night in, then? I don’t mind going back to your place.”

You ground your teeth, a dial in your head moving a few notches from flight toward fight. Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? Abruptly, you stood, throwing him off guard enough that you were able to push past him and stand by the doors. “No. Thank you. Maybe some other time.”

One of his friends piped up from the front of the car, “Come on, Bellamy. She said she’s not interested.”

He shot the group a glare before smiling at you again, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he regained his composure.

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug and leaned against a support pole as the train slowly pulled to a stop. “See you around.”

You couldn’t get off the train fast enough, not caring that you were still several stops away from the apartment. You took off at a brisk jog, rushing back up to the open air and hugging yourself as you tried to come down from the adrenaline rush. You knew your way to the next station, you could get back on once the train came back around — surely they’d all be gone by then. The sky began to darken further as you slowed back down to a walk, pushing your hair back with a shaking hand. Granted, it was a brief encounter, but you were confident you’d had enough excitement for one night.

With that thought, you again tempted fate.

As you came up to the next subway entrance, you grew increasingly aware of a chill down your spine. Initially, you chalked it up to the slight drop in temperature of the crisp summer evening, but it started to feel more like there were eyes on you. You rounded the signpost for the subway entrance, trying to casually catch sight of whoever may have been behind you—

On the entrance stairs was the scarred man — Bellamy, was it? — surrounded by his entourage.

“Hey there, dollface.” He grinned, his tongue darting out between his teeth. “Where’s that friend you were meeting?”

After assessing each one of his friends in turn, the dial in your brain switched back to flight so quickly the knob broke.

Voices shouted behind you as you ran faster than you believed you ever could, your steps thundering against the concrete. You couldn’t tell if the streets were strangely empty, or if you were running past people so fast that you stopped seeing them, only registering them as obstacles to dodge as you fled. You probably should have cried for help, but by the time you thought about it, your voice was lost in your lungs, smothered by the chilled night air that filled them. The only thing on your mind now was run.

Just as you made a sharp turn into an alley, a hand shot out and grabbed your arm, finally wrenching free the shriek caught in your chest. You clawed at the hand grabbing you, glaring daggers at Bellamy as he took off his sunglasses to stare down at you.

“Aw, you’re even prettier when you’re pissed off,” he laughed, lifting your arm over your head. With a sickening lurch in your stomach you felt your feet leave the ground, and your shoulder strained as he effortlessly held you up like you weighed nothing. He stopped when he had you dangling a good few feet above the sidewalk, his eyes wide and manic. “I’ll give you another chance: lemme show you a nice time, huh?”

It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, given the position you found yourself in, but it was the only thing you could think to do. You felt your palm sting and your feet hit the concrete before you fully realized you slapped him, hard enough to make him drop you. Staggering, you took off again in the direction you came, weaving around Bellamy’s friends only to run straight into someone’s chest. Panicked, you balled your hands into fists before you looked up and saw whose chest it was.

Bartolomeo put an arm around your shoulders and held you close, staring straight ahead at his target. In spite of the red creeping into his periphery, his expression was calm, only showing the bare minimum of the rage he felt firing through his nerves. “There a problem here?”

Bellamy’s troupe gave him a wide berth as he approached, a fading red handprint on the left side of his face. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’,” Bartolomeo started gently coaxing you behind him. “Just a friend passin’ through.”

The cocky grin from before slowly crept back up as Bellamy made eye contact with you. “Guess you weren’t lying after all about that friend.” His gaze then met Bartolomeo’s. “Not all that pretty though.”

“Funny,” Bartolomeo smirked, “that’s not what your mother was sayin’.”

Bellamy seethed, cracking his knuckles. “Looks like you and your little bitch need to learn some manners.”

Bartolomeo’s brow ticked and he took a step forward, before he felt you lightly pull on the back of his leather jacket. He looked down to you, putting an arm around your shoulders.

You tugged on his jacket again. He was outnumbered, and you really didn’t want to see him get hurt. “Come on, he’s not worth it,” you said. “Let’s just go home.”

His expression softened slightly, his fury abating. “You sure?”

You nodded, and he relented, turning his back slightly—

Before ducking out of range of a right hook. He backed up to keep out of Bellamy’s reach, nudging you further behind him. Bellamy threw another punch, and Bartolomeo brought both fists up to protect his face.

You quickly backed away from the fight, surprised to see the rest of the group do the same, as Bartolomeo swung from the left. As Bellamy went to block, he was struck from the right and nailed in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Fueled further by the anger flooding his veins, Bartolomeo started wailing on his face, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and crunching bone echoing against the buildings.

You flinched with each hit, unable to look away as Bellamy’s face turned bloodier and more bruised. One of his friends tried to step forward before another one stopped him, muttering things between them before giving Bartolomeo a wide-eyed stare and backing up further.

Finally, the sounds stopped, and Bartolomeo shoved Bellamy backward toward his friends. He looked dazed, for as much as one who could barely see through the swelling on his face could, blood staining down the front of his shirt. Cuts on his cheeks and nose stood out sharply against the bruises, and he struggled to stand upright, before staggering back and being caught by two of his bigger comrades.

Bartolomeo turned back to you, barely having broken a sweat, knuckles bruised and his shirt spattered with blood.

You gaped, your heart racing, and a faint flush crept to your cheeks.

That is. Disturbingly hot.

He pulled you to his side with an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as he led you from the bloodbath. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get home.”

When you returned back to the apartment, you spent way too long in your living room helicoptering around Bartolomeo and dressing his knuckles, trying to insist that you treat his shirt with peroxide, and fangirling about how he handled that fight. He happily let you do so, even allowing you to shove an icepack into his less bruised hand to take with him, despite him having plenty of first aid material already. He was just relieved he’d gotten off the subway in time to follow you, and that you hadn’t noticed him when you were trying to get to the next station.

And he was relieved to show that prick what happens when someone messes with his girl.

Later that night as you slept, you felt a weight on your chest. You tried to move it, assuming it was Luffy, but your arms wouldn’t listen. You tried to roll over, but your body wouldn’t budge. You felt hot, heavy breathing across your face, and with immense effort you managed to open your eyes.

Bartolomeo was straddling your waist, his arms on either side of your head to keep his body from completely pinning yours down. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, his eyes glowing. His teeth looked even larger, especially up so close. Puffs of steam came from his mouth as he breathed, and in the darkness you weren’t sure if what was dripping from his lips was drool or blood.

You couldn’t stop the snarky part of you from saying, “What large teeth you have.”

Bartolomeo’s snarl turned into a grin. It was definitely blood coming down from between his teeth. His voice came out low, layered over itself as he growled, “Better to eat you with.”

The weight on your chest moved, and you looked down. There was a pile of gore, gently beating.

“A gift?” you asked, your voice detached and distant.

He leaned down to your ear, “Our heart.”

An interesting word choice. Not “my”, not “your”. Our heart.

His tongue slid over your cheek as he pulled away, leaving behind a dark, wet trail over your face. Your arms finally responded to your demands as you reached up to try and keep him in place. But your hand slipped right through him, instead landing right on top of the messy heart on your chest.

It felt strangely furry, and made a very confused “mrrreep”.

You opened your eyes with a gasp. No Bartolomeo, no heart, just Luffy wondering why you awoke him from his sleep. You pushed yourself upright, surveying the room.

Nothing. No one. Just you and the kitty.

And it was uncomfortably hot in your bedroom.

You groaned and gently nudged Luffy off of you, stretching as you rolled out of bed to find a box fan. There was no way in hell you were going to try messing with the AC this late at night. You retrieved the fan from the hall closet, flicking on the light in your room as you dragged it over to the window to the fire escape. Before you could push it open, something on the floor caught your eye.

Flecks of rust, dirt, and chipped paint were scattered around near the window. You groaned, crouching down to look at them a bit closer. You knew you vacuumed just the day before, so where the hell did the stuff come from?

You got your answer when you opened the window and bits of rust shook loose, littering the carpet.

It occurred to you that you’d never opened this window before now.

Everything you had been trying to ignore, everything you thought had been resolved, all of it came flooding back, pouring in from the window and sending debris to your floor.

Someone had been in your bedroom. And the fire escape was how they got in.

#i'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time #bartolomeo #bartolomeo x you #one piece x reader #bartolomeo the cannibal #reader insert #ifdyokaat #bartolomeo one piece #yandere #yandere!bartolomeo #PHEW!!! It's done :3 #Bellamy won the poll so -- he gets his ass beat #i tried to go for something between his pre- and post-timeskip personality -- i know he gets better after dressrosa buuuuut #i needed him to be a jerk again xD #also this chapter felt a little vignette-ish which... i couldn't really do much about tbh #hopefully it still reads well n///n;#ALSO BIG THANK YOU TO MAH BF HE HELPED ME W THE FIGHT SCENE #he knows too much xD

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