#pinejayy

[luffington]

Hello!! Hope you’re having a wonderful day!! I wanted to request something uwu

I’m currently obsessed with Bartolomeo, I was wondering if you could write something for him. Like him talking about how beautiful and wonderful is lover is to the strawhats and of course Sanji has to be the jealous one and be like “you have a girlfriend? please who would date you?”

And suddenly reader appears and smacks the shit out of Sanji uwu

// could the reader be a female gothic girl pls 👉🏻👈🏻

➤ pairing: bartolomeo x reader

➤ word count: 602

➤ warnings: none

hiii i'm sorry i took so long to get to this! barto is so silly i love him too <3 i did bullet points instead of a full story i hope that's okay!

(also this seems like a sanji hit piece i'm so sorry)

Bartolomeo always goes over the top with his dedication to someone so he's fucking OBSESSED with you. Sure, he's not the most classically romantic boyfriend ever, but he makes up for it with how much raw love he has for you.

But you need to accept very early on in your relationship that the Straw Hats are his number one priority. He obviously loves you too (in a very different way) but Luffy always comes first.

Most of the time you think his fixation on them is pretty cute - a feared and vicious pirate who goes soft for a tiny reindeer. You haven't met the crew in person yet, but from the stories Barto tells you about them, it seems like they take advantage of his kindness sometimes. He doesn't see it that way, though, and brushes off your concern.

The next time he sees the Straw Hats, he excitedly tells them about you - not to brag (bc who is he to brag to his idols?) but to combine his two favorite things. He adores you all so much so of course he should include you!

That man can ramble for HOURS so he starts by explaining how you met in way too much detail (Luffy falls asleep two minutes into the story) and then expresses how beautiful and perfect and incredible you are.

Sanji ignores Barto until he starts describing your physical appearance, and then he sees red. There's absolutely no way a creep like him could pull a girl as gorgeous as he claims you are. He accuses Barto of making up a fake girlfriend to impress them, or at the very least, greatly exaggerating what you look like.

You're lurking nearby, enchanted by the way your boyfriend describes you but not wanting to interrupt his time with his idols. Of course Sanji's comments infuriate you.

You wait to see if he would finally defend himself, but unsurprisingly, he immediately caves to Sanji. He insists that you're real as gently as he can, trying his hardest to appease the cook. He couldn't live with himself if a Straw Hat was angry at him.

That's when you finally step in and smack Sanji on the back of his head, hard enough to almost knock the cigarette out of his mouth. Barto's eyes pop out of his skull and he fucking screams, shocked that you would dare to hurt someone as strong and incredible as him.

(But he's secretly very happy that you get Sanji to stop harassing him and fuck does he love you.)

Sanji whips his head around, ready to curse out whoever the fuck smacked him but he immediately stops. Absolutely horrified that he was ready to kick the shit out of a beautiful woman.

The blonde was about to embarrass himself with dumb pickup lines, but you rush over to Barto and cling to his arm, calling him 'honey' and nuzzling against his shoulder.

"This is, uh, who I was talking about," your boyfriend says shyly, with bright red cheeks and a dreamy expression. Sanji's face immediately falls and Luffy bursts into laughter.

Luffy-senpai likes you!! He can finally breathe again and he returns your affection by throwing his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug.

Later that night, when you're back on his ship and lying in his shared bed, he confesses that sometimes he also thinks you're not real. He doesn't deserve the love of someone as wonderful as you.

So you smack him this time and tell him to get out of his head, stop being so corny and cuddle you already.

[petitelepus]

Matchup Trade With @pinejayy!

Jayy, I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!

Sanemi fell for your blunt honesty. At first, you appeared small and shy, not really his type, but then you got comfortable and opened your mouth and that was it, hands up, game over, he fell for you and he fell hard.

It doesn't help that you are sassy too. Sanemi might make a comment about your shortness, but you shoot right back by telling him that he is shorter than his own little brother, so who is he to judge?

But, it's because you are so tiny that you need to be kept safe, no matter what! Sanemi takes your safety extremely seriously because you somehow activate the protective instincts in him.

There is no denying him, he will be your personal bodyguard and it will take a moment when you are both in mortal danger before he sucks up his stubbornness and confesses and that's when your relationship blooms like flowers after rain.

Your gothic grudge look sets you apart from the rest of the people. It's not his style, but he loves how black suits you and how good you make the styles look on you. He won't admit it, but your fishnet leggings make him feel things. Also, your freckles are cute as fuck and very rare in his mind.

When it comes to your tattoos, Sanemi is impressed. They are pretty fucking striking, and they must have hurt, but they do make you look cooler and tougher. He wants to hear the story behind each one of them.

Sanemi appreciates your honesty and how you don't sugarcoat things. Not many dare to directly say what they are thinking, but you don't hide your thoughts or opinions. It's nice because he doesn't need to try and guess what's going on in your mind because you just go and tell him. That saves time for both of you.

He isn't one bit bothered by your occasional rudeness. Hell, he is pretty rude too, so you two fit together pretty fucking well, don't you think?

Sanemi will happily take you on in fighting games. He isn't the best right away, but he is a quick learner and soon becomes a worthy challenger for you. He will buy you the newest Mortal Combat and the two of you go through all the different finishing moves and admire the graphics.

The man doesn't really know how to feel about your plushie collection. You're a grown-up woman, aren't toys for kids? Despite his harsh words, whenever he is out and sees a plushie that's your style and or is something he knows you would like, he gets it for you. However, when it comes to giving it to you, he becomes awkward.

"I just saw this and thought of your dump face… Don't get any funny ideas, okay!?" Is he being tsundere? He is.

Sanemi also thinks you are a total nerd for liking comic books and having figurines, but you are his nerd.

He is impressed that you can actually write and draw your own things, or about stuff you are interested in. He isn't quite as creative as you, but he is curious about the stuff you write but too stubborn to ask you to let him read. So he will drop hints here and there about your stuff until you ask if he wants to see your work.

"Tch, fine, if you insist…!" Again with the tsundere act.

You have a good appetite and a sweet tooth and he can't say anything about it because he has one also. He could eat ohagi as a breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and so on. He gets happy if you try and like ohagi also and makes sure to buy plenty for both of you.

Sanemi doesn't get scared. Never has and never will. Watching horror movies with him is interesting because he will make assumptions and try to figure out who the killer is before the movie is even halfway through. He is secretly fantasizing about how you would get scared and hug him for safety and hide your pretty face against him.

Humor him and hug his arm while you are watching the movie. He will smirk and ask if you are getting cold feet in the middle of the best part, but he will hold you close.

The man can appreciate good music and while he is a little taken aback by your taste in music, he doesn't let it change his opinion of you. Hell, he gives your music a chance and as he listens, he starts liking all the heavy metal and rock. He becomes a fan and starts to listen to them with you actively.

Many don't know it, but Sanemi actually likes animals. There have been times when he has been sighted feeding stray animals, helping cats down from trees, or shielding puppies from rain with his umbrella. These sightings are rare though, and if caught, he will stubbornly deny everything… But when the two of you are officially a couple, he will include you in his activities with animals.

He can get why someone is disgusted by centipedes, like, they have so many legs, it's just creepy, but to be scared of them? If you ever find yourself chased to the corner by the long bug, Sanemi will come to save you, but he will be making fun of you a little. You can stand killer clowns and serial killers, but one bug turns you into a crybaby?

But when he sees just how scared you really are and how there are literal tears in your eyes, he will throw the bug out, hug you, and apologize for ever making fun of you. Never attempt to scare you with bugs again and will get rid of them before you can notice them.

Sanemi takes your dislike towards loud noises and crowds seriously because he cares about you and wants you to be comfortable.

For example, when it's time for the fireworks festival, he takes you as far as he can from other people and as far as he dares so the sounds aren't that bad, but close enough that you can still see the fireworks lighten and paint the night sky with gorgeous colors.

While you are admiring the beautiful lights, he admires your pretty smile and how your eyes shine as the fireworks reflect on them. Sanemi feels so lucky and will pull you against his side, enjoying your company and thanking God for blessing him with you.

[swampstew]

I love your writing 😩😩

Chefs Kiss uwu

I hope you have a great day ❤️❤️🦔🦔

awwwwwwwwwww that's so nice of you to say :3 I'm glad you enjoy my delusions, hope you're hyped for what I have coming up ;)

May your pillow is always fluffed and cooled, your coffee/tea always the perfect temperature, and for your friday to be SUPER!

[bartosbabymama]

Bless you!! You have great taste in anime men ❤️❤️😩😩

Omg thank you😭 right back at you!😘

[tojifile]

Kibutsuji Muzan: Reincarnation

You're back..

Genre: Romance // Muzan x oiran!reader

⚠️: prostitute!reader, suggestive, kidnapping, not fully consensual

A/N: My first non-bsd fanfic !! I'm super happy about it, I read about an oiran and the differences in social classes at 12AM, it was like reviewing for my history class again. It was a lot of late-night reading so if there's misinformation please inform me immediately !!

INSPO: pinejayy

It was a well-lit and busy night, as it always was in the entertainment district. Little did everybody know the demon king—Kibutsuji Muzan was in their midst, walking along the streets, blending in with the loud crowd.

A procession was about to start, all eyes would be on the oiran—dragging her geta on the ground as she walked. The oiran on this particular night was none other than, you. Your scent was immediately picked up by Muzan. It was the same scent he had grown to love, from the person he had lost to time.

His interest was piqued the moment he picked up your scent. His gaze traveled far, trying to find the source of the scent. His gaze then landed on you, he watched you as you walked with such grace, you were as beautiful as the day he lost you.

Muzan lost you through the inevitable disease called time. You weren't willing to become a demon—instead, you promised him that you would find eachother in each lifetime and it will all end the same, with you in his arms.

You were given the name 'Minori' by the oiran who took you in as a child, starving in the unforgiving world of class and power. As an oiran you were known to be quite finicky. Although an oiran did have the right to choose who they would lay with, you were known for having not slept with anyone ever since you rose to your rank. Many men tried wooing you with their "looks" and "charm" but in the end you deem none of the worthy.

You were intelligent, beautiful, and skilled in various languages and arts. You were also a dear friend of Koinatsu, one of the most revered oiran in the Yoshiwara District. Muzan had heard about Minori before, from mundane gossip to papers of advertisement. He just didn't expect it to actually be you.

After seeing you walk, he spoke to Daki. He had released an order to his demons that you weren't allowed to be killed—instead, you had to be protected. Anyone who had protested against Muzan's order was immediately killed, without another word from their lifeless lips.

You had just gone back from the procession, you were quietly fixing up in your room, filling it with your presence. It was neither sweet nor destructive, it was just you. You were sitting in front of the mirror, fixing your hair until you saw a man appear behind you—you immediately stood up and looked back in fear.

Suddenly the room went dark, you couldn't see a thing. You then felt an eerie presence behind you—it was Muzan. He gently grabbed you from behind, by the waist and pulled you closer to him. "You're back.." he whispered in your ear.

It was strange, the man's touch was cold and his breath wasn't even slightly warm. Your body tensed up, "b- back..?." you nervously asked "Y/N.. I thought I'd never see you again.." he mumbled softly while one hand was secured on your waist, preventing further problems and the other hand lifting your chin to one side, granting him access to your neck.

'Y/N? Who was he talking about? I don't even know anyone named Y/N, maybe this was a new thing with men, maybe roleplay is quite popular nowadays, is this just a drunkard that wandered in my room?!' were the thoughts that ran into your head. You were too afraid to move, you didn't know what wrath would be brought down on you if you disobey.

Chomp he bit your neck, his fangs sunk into your neck, blood trickled down your skin, staining your carefully crafted kimono. You felt a sharp pain in your neck, you felt the blood trickling down your skin as well. He removed his teeth from your skin, letting the blood flow down.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stopped biting you, he turned you to him and wiped your tears away with his thumbs, a soft smile could be seen on his face. "Oh Y/N.. you used to love my bites.." he spoke with a sweet tone. You reached up for his hands "Who are you.. please stop.." You muttered, your fear was clear, you were trembling slightly as you held the back of his hands tightly. This made him angry, his grasp on you tightened and the soft smile on his face was replaced by an angry scowl.

He wasn't letting you go this time. You were going to live with him forever, he couldn't abide by your wishes. He needed you by his side, he wasn't going to play by the rules set by time and destiny.

You whimpered softly as he tightened his grip. His hands travelled back to your waist, pulling you in. You haven't fully grasped the events of the night. It was all too much.. how could he bite you like that? Who was Y/N? You looked at him through your tear-filled eyes and held onto his chest. "P- please.." you mumbled.

Muzan wasn't going to listen to reason, he let you have some of his blood to ensure that you'd stay with him forever. You were now a demon at his mercy. Although you didn't suffer the same curse the other demons did. Muzan wanted to hear you say his name, after not hearing it for centuries, he needed to hear it now.

You grasped his arms tightly as you felt yourself transform from a human to a demon. You felt your fangs and your desire for blood growing. You were still clearly competent but your body grew weaker due to the high concentration of his blood. Muzan picked you up, making sure you wouldn't be able to escape. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, in time you'll learn to love me again." He spoke with a cold tone. He then disappeared into the night sky with you in his arms.

Spontaneous post: 07/03/23 02:25AM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

[turtletaubwrites]

Misty Eyes ~ Part 5

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

Word Count: 3975

Misty Eyes Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: Feeling good seemed out of reach, but you'd never felt safer than you do with Law. Safe enough to ask for what you want.

Author's Note: Alright friends, patience is required, but rewarded 🥰

Thank you so much @pinejayy for this delicious request!!

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Hair-Pulling, Birth Control, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there!), Forced Pregnancy (Implied/Intended), Sterilization (Implied/Intended), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Soft Trafalgar D. Water Law, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, Fluff, Sexual Dysfunction, Safe words, Choking, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

| masterlist | about me | rules | ao3 |

“What do you mea–”

“Nuh uh,” Law scolded, sticking his thumb in your mouth like a hook to pull you closer by your bottom teeth. “You know I could always tell when you were lying. I know you faked it.”

You pulled his hand away from your face, frowning at his shit-eating grin. 

“I don’t know wha–”

“You little liar,” he accused, sitting up. His movement forced you to slide from straddling his waist to sitting in his lap, the feel of his still firm cock beneath you making you gasp. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, even as you scowled at him. His satisfied chuckle made you scrunch your nose, heat burning your face. 

“How could you tell,” you gave in, earning a quick kiss before he flipped you, laughing at you while he laid you on your back beneath him. 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Your mouth fell open in outrage, but you couldn’t attack him while he held your fists, kissing your knuckles. 

“I’m an incredible liar,” you squirmed, his weight pinning you down. 

“See what I mean,” he taunted, your futile thrashing making you breathless. “That wasn’t believable at all.”

A frustrated huff left your lips as you struggled to punch that smirk off of his face, but he stopped talking while he kissed his way along your neck and collarbones, so you let it slide. He finally slowed, releasing your hands as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Why didn’t you just mist away,” he seemed to tease, but his voice was too soft. 

“I…” you paused, about to argue until you realized that you didn’t want to answer. You clamped your eyes shut against that feeling, then opened them again to glare at him. “Don’t change the subject. How could you tell I was lying?”

Law took a moment, seeming to search for his answer, which did not appease you.

“I’m not sure,” he smirked at your disgruntled hum. “You always seemed so… cute when you lied.”

He blinked, looking down as if he hadn’t meant to say that, but you wouldn’t give him a pass just for looking adorable. 

So you bit him.

“Gah, what,” he sat up, pulling back in surprise until your teeth left his arm.

“Two things,” you snarked, propping up onto your elbows, “I want to know exactly what my tell is so I can get rid of it, then I want to hear all about how you thought I was cute back then.”

“So your tells are,” he grunted, catching your fist at the plural word, “sometimes the corner of your lip goes up just a bit–”

“It does not! That’s the first thing I trained out,” you argued, sitting up on your knees to face him. You narrowed your eyes at him while he ran his thumb over the edge of your mouth, until you sighed at his touch. 

“Maybe I just pay more attention,” he mused, voice husky as he kissed your temple. His breath moved to your neck, your need for answers melting away. Until your body reminded you of the moment.

“Uh, Law,” you coughed, pushing him away gently, “do you have a towel?”

He returned from his adjacent bathroom with a warm, damp towel, helping you clean up the mess he’d made before kissing up your stomach and chest again.

“What’s my other tell,” you interrupted, his soft touches ending as he rolled his eyes. He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers before moving your own thumb across them. 

“You rub your thumb over your fingernails,” he reported, brow raised as if judging your performance. 

“I do that all the time,” you yanked your hand back, embarrassed that he’d read you so well. Lying was something you prided yourself on. It’s what kept you safe. 

“It’s a self-soothing behavior,” he softened, pushing the hair back from your face. “And you’re right, you’re probably a great liar. I just spent too much time watching you.”

Releasing a frustrated breath, you looked at his stupid face, and couldn’t help but smile. 

“Is this when you tell me how cute you thought I was?”

Law sucked his teeth, his bright eyes ready for a challenge, but instead, he kissed you. Unhurried lips and tongues, treasuring the taste of each other. 

“I thought you were gross,” he whispered against you, earning a hard punch to the arm. He laughed before he continued, holding your wrists again. “But then I thought you were cute, and I thought that was gross too.”

You grinned at the memory of what a grouchy kid he was. For over two years, you’d spent everyday together, bickering, sparring, and causing chaos. 

“At first, I studied you to gain an advantage during training,” he confessed with a sigh, looking away while his fingers tugged at the sheet. “I don’t know when it changed, but eventually I was watching you because I wanted to. Because you were cute.”

He teased the last word, caving in to your demands, and you rewarded him with another kiss, wrapping your arms around him. Soon hands and lips were traveling, until he laid you back against the pillows. 

“Can I make you come now, or do you have other demands?”

You rolled to the side to hide your face while your skin burned, and his pleased hum and teasing kisses along your side didn’t help. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he soothed, your breath going too slow, and too shallow. “But I would love to make you feel good.”

His voice, his words, his gentle fingers that had pulled away to give you space, all of it made you freeze. 

“What can I do to help you feel good, Y/N?”

There were so many strange thoughts in your head, most moving too fast for you to follow.

Except for one thought that felt more like an emotion, a need. You were barely conscious of it, yet it drove you forward, pulling him onto you.

Make him feel good. 

Lost again in the way he touched you. Lost in the way he breathed your name while his marked fingers smoothed along your skin. Lost in the need to please him. 

“Fu-huck,” he gasped out, moaning as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, already hard again. 

Stroking him with purpose, you lined yourself up as you rubbed his tip through the new wetness his touch had drawn. His eyes rolled back before he buried his face in your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss against your skin.

A long whine left your lips, frustration making you writhe when he pulled away. He laid on his side at the edge of the bed, panting while his eyes tried to focus on your face. 

You rolled, crawling toward him with your lip caught between your teeth, more needy sounds leaving your throat. 

“Gods, you’re too fucking good,” he rasped, catching your hands before they could reach his cock again, “but, you didn’t answer my question, Y/N. How can I make you feel good?”

Your body slumped, a heavy sigh leaving your lips before his fingers brushed across them. 

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded, the words hot against your ear. 

All you could do was nod, body limp as he lifted you back to the pillows, propping you up as if you were one of the precious comics on his shelves. That thought made you laugh, making him narrow his eyes at you until you giggled even more. 

“Something funny,” he teased with that lovely smirk. 

Words weren’t leaving your lips, so he sucked his teeth while he watched you squirm. Your breath stilled at the touch of his fingers along your inner thighs. 

“It seemed like you enjoyed me eating you out earlier, until I started fingering you. Did I read that right?”

Your eyes went wide, pausing for a moment before your words spilled out.

“N-no, it all felt amazing! I just got overwhelmed, but you felt so good…”

He watched you closely then, and you wondered if you’d shown a tell. 

But I didn't lie… 

“Okay… Please tell me if you’re feeling overwhelmed, or if you don’t like something.”

“I will,” you promised, your voice a bit high while you tilted your head down to the side, looking up at him with a teasing smile playing on your lips. 

“How about we use a safe word,” he suggested, smoothing a hand along your arm while he ignored your attempt to distract from the topic. “Do you already have one you’d like to use?”

Your eyes were a little wide as you shook your head, but a gentle kiss on your temple slowed your breathing. 

“It should be a word that doesn’t mean much, and that we wouldn’t normally say. Anytime you’re feeling overwhelmed or want to stop, you can say it, okay,” he paused, waiting for you to nod before continuing. “How about… radish?”

“Why radish,” you snorted, your body loosening up.

“Why not,” he grinned at you. His smile was a sight you’d never get enough of. “Do you have any other ideas?”

Your lips quirked, but you agreed to the word.

“Perfect. Now, will you please tell me how to make you feel good?”

He stared at your parted lips while you froze. No words came to mind. Just tension, and a mild sense of danger. 

“It’s alright if you don’t know,” he reassured, his eyes going soft as they raked over you. “Just talk to me. Is it alright if I touch you?”

You caught yourself rubbing your thumb over your fingernails when you agreed, stopping the movement before he noticed.

What’s wrong with me?

Law’s hands and lips traveled the length of your body, pulling soft gasps and sighs from your throat. You moved into his touch, reacting, showing him how good it felt. 

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he whispered, looking down at your face while he traced his fingers along your leg. Your cheeks were already burning before a breathy moan surprised you both. 

He cocked his head at you, repeating the movement. For some reason, the barest touch of his fingertips to the middle of your shin made you moan again, the ticklish sensation feeling better than you thought it should. 

“Mm, found something,” he teased, leaning closer to kiss your embarrassed face. “Do you know any other places I can touch to make you moan like that?”

“Law,” you writhed, voice breathy as his fingers danced up your body. 

“Come on, pretty. Tell me one thing that feels good. I know you can think of something.”

There was no pressure in his words, but there was heat, and the hint of a challenge. You still couldn’t think of any words, but you managed to move your head to the side, trailing your fingers along the crook of your neck. 

He hummed as his fingers replaced yours, as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Your skin’s so soft,” he purred, the hunger in his words making your toes curl. “Does it feel good when I kiss here too?”

Whining, your body went loose when he laid beside you, one of his legs resting between yours before he kissed your neck again. 

It felt so good, you could have stayed in this moment forever. The feel of his lips, tongue, facial hair, even his breath overwhelmed you. That sensitive skin sent electric shocks down to your lower back until you shook for him, his warm laughter only adding to it. 

“Thank you for showing me what you like,” he breathed against your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

Law’s praise took every thought away, everything was gone while your body reacted. Your hands fisted the sheets, your thighs tried to rub together, seeking friction, but his leg was in the way. 

“Mm, Y/N, is it alright if I finger you? You can say the word if you want me to stop, okay?”

Hesitation came back, along with anger. Anger at yourself for whatever was stopping you. For whatever was keeping you from enjoying this time with him. 

Anger at yourself for not pleasing him by giving him what he wanted.

“It’s okay, hey,” Law soothed, his thumb stroking your cheek, “we can stop here, or we can do something else. Whatever you–”

“I want to,” you choked out. Clearing your throat wasn’t enough fix the broken sound in your voice. “I don’t know why, but… me feeling good seems…”

His soft eyes warmed your skin, even though you couldn’t meet them. He waited for you.

“I keep getting nervous when it’s just me,” you murmured, keeping your eyes wide to fight the heat there. 

“Just you feeling pleasure,” he prompted, studying your face while you gulped, nodding to confirm. “You said you want to. Do you wanna try, and we can stop if you need to?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, looking up as you brushed away an unwelcome tear with the back of your hand. 

Law pressed gentle kisses across your face, wiping away another wayward tear. 

“You deserve to feel good, Y/N.” His fingers followed his pretty words, and you fought to just be here with him. So slow, so light, that tattooed hand trailed lower, until he traced around your entrance, leaning close to your ear again. “I wanna make you come so bad. Please, can I feel you come on my fingers?”

Your “yes,” came out in a whine, and you both moaned at the slide of his fingers, your drenched pussy aching for his touch. 

“Gods, you're so wet,” he panted, playing with your clit while he watched your face. “Can I–”

You interrupted his request, nodding permission before he pushed one finger, then two inside of you. His eyes never stopped scanning, and he sat up to free his other hand, caressing down your body. 

It felt so good, but there was something. You’d been able to keep memories out, but you couldn’t relax. 

“What do you need,” he checked in, his skilled fingers bringing you close, but not close enough. 

“I feel like I–” you moaned, his thumb moving over your clit while his fingers curled up to that spongy spot inside you. “I feel like I need to make you feel good.”

“Mm, you are making me feel good,” he rasped, his body seeming to relax at your confession. “I love the way you’re gripping my fingers like this. I love the little sounds you make. Watching you come would make my fucking year, Y/N.”

A laugh fell from your lips, then a moan as he pressed a little deeper.

“You don’t need it, but you have my permission to come,” he teased, his voice just a bit too real, and somehow those words released something. A tiny smirk graced his lips as you started to fall apart. 

“Gonna be a good girl, and come for me?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, the steady rhythm he’d found was building so much pressure in your core it almost hurt. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” he praised, his free hand grabbing your chin to force your heavy lidded eyes to his. “You’re close, yeah? I want you to tell me exactly what you need so you can come on my fingers like a good girl. I know you can.”

“Law…”

“Can you do that for me?”

So close. So fucking close. But here was a new plateau, and all of his wonderful work was about to go to waste. Until you thought of something. 

Something that came with a pile of confusing memories and shame. Something you would have ignored, and stuffed away if you hadn’t felt so safe. 

If Law hadn’t made you feel so safe.

“Choke me, please.”

The request was almost silent, but you saw his lips part slightly. A hesitation. A mountain of self loathing threatened to roll over you.

Long, tattooed fingers encircled your throat, a necklace marked with “DEATH.” 

“Such a good girl, telling me what you want. Let me feel you– Mm, there’s my girl.”

He wrapped the perfect amount of pressure around your neck, keeping the pace with his other hand until your body started bucking, your eyes rolling white. 

It was everything you fucking needed. 

And it kept going. 

Law never stopped giving and giving, praising you while you shattered. You almost went to mist from the overwhelm, only managing to stay solid because you needed to keep coming for him. For you.

You mourned the loss of those wicked fingers choking and fucking you, but he worshipped your body again while aftershocks tore through you. 

“You’re fucking amazing,” he chuckled, laughing harder at the gibberish you replied with. He kissed and caressed you while your body came back to the room. “Can I get you anything? Water, or are you hung–”

He’d moved away slightly, but you reached out with your wobbly arms, pulling him close. He hummed at your touch, then gasped again when your hands found his cock, the heat of him making you writhe.

“Y/N, we don’t have to–”

“Please, fuck me,” you begged, sluggishly rolling onto your stomach. Looking over your shoulder at him, you got to witness the loveliest, most desperate look you’d ever seen on his face when you lifted your ass toward him. “I need your cock.”

There was no hesitation now. 

Just the whispered, “say the word if you need to,” before he was behind you, thrusting into your twitching cunt while you screamed for him. 

Tattooed hands on your hips helped him slam into you, hitting that perfect spot so fast, so hard, that you came in what felt like seconds.

“Oh fuck. Pussy feels so good, baby,” he moaned, slurring a bit before pressing your upper body into the bed. The new angle made you scream louder, clawing at the sheets. 

“You like that, Y/N,” he checked in, voice strained as he fought his need. 

“Pull my hair,” you demanded softly.

One of those hands pushed you down, his weight between your shoulder blades while he pounded into you. Frenzied thrusts rocked your body while his free hand fisted into the hair at the back of your head, finally giving you that sting you needed. 

“Do it again,” he forced through his teeth, his bruising grip making you drool onto the sheets. “Come for me, pretty. Come on my cock right fucking now.”

“Law, fuck, I’m…”

Words were gone, his quarters ringing with your breathy screams, and his heavy grunts. The slapping of wet, needy flesh nearly drowned you both out until he buried himself as deep as he could go, your toes curling while he filled you with heat. Your body milked the come out of him until you both collapsed, sweaty limbs still reaching for each other. 

“Are you okay,” he coaxed, brushing another hot tear away from your cheek. 

“I’m happy.”

Those words had left your lips many times over the past few years, but this time you didn’t have to lie. This time you let tears fall without shame, laughing as he left tickling kisses anywhere he could reach, holding you close. More laughter floated through the air while he carried you to the bathroom. You trailed your fingertips along his lines of ink, as though you were walking the paths around your new home, memorizing each lovely view. 

“You know this doesn't mean I’m gonna go easy on you, right,” Law threatened as he threw a blanket over your bare skin, wrapping himself around you. 

“You’re such an ass,” you hummed, nuzzling into his warmth. 

“You could be nicer to your captain, you know,” he quipped, his deep voice making you shiver. 

“If you’re my captain, does that make me a Heart Pirate?”

His arm tensed around you, and your mind cringed against your presumption.

Nothing’s changed. I’m still a tool, a threat, even if I am something more. Don’t fucking push–

“Only if you want to be.”

Law’s hushed offer stilled your thoughts. You couldn’t answer without seeing his face, so you twisted in his arms until you could cup his cheek, knowing that the shy smile on his face reflected your own. His eyes poured over you, until his brows creased slightly as he waited for your response. Waited to hear if you wanted to spend your life as a pirate, living on this submarine, putting yourself in danger. Waited to hear if you wanted to stay with him. 

It wasn’t a question.

“I do,” you promised with a kiss, pulling back to smirk at him, “but I’m still gonna call you an ass.”

Soon you were begging, breathless as you lost the fight, your cheeks hurting from laughing after his long fingers had stopped tickling you. Being wrapped up in each other still felt unreal. He fell asleep so fast, his light snores a comforting sound, even when you couldn’t stop the tears from staining your skin. 

You’d never felt safer. 

But memories were still there.

Doffy. 

He’ll find me. He’ll take me back. After he makes me watch him kill Law. 

He’ll probably use my hands. Just like…

You went completely limp, head lolling as your body fought the sticky memory of blood on your hands.

Part of your brain still had memories. Part of your brain berated you for not enjoying this perfect moment with Law. But most of your brain went to a strange buzzing place, unfocused eyes seeing nothing but a blur. 

When this empty space wasn’t frightening, it was relaxing, in a sick way. 

Leaving. 

Being nothing. 

Safe.

“Y/N? You okay,” he checked in, groggy voice filled with concern. 

Your limp body rolled as he shifted. A tiny part of you floated above the bed, watching, yelling at yourself to move, hating that he had to deal with this.

The rest of you was trapped in a fish tank, sinking to the bottom.

Law stayed with you. Even though you couldn’t feel, even though you couldn’t hear, you knew he was there. He was there when you returned, soothing your “sorry’s” away. Asking what you needed, bringing you water, then starting all over again as if it hadn’t happened.

Holding you close as he drifted off to sleep, and this time, you followed him. 

This time, Law pulled you from the nightmares. He reminded you where you were while he kept you from clawing at your chest. He waited until he saw your eyes stay present, then he teased you until you were his again. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll make you use the barracks bathroom,” he warned, pushing you through the door with a towel and a change of clothes. He beamed at your middle finger, and you could hear him counting down random numbers while you got ready. 

“Why don’t you just join me,” you challenged, about to turn on the water.

“You know why.”

You showered fast, even though your body twisted with need at the thought of him shoving you against the tile wall, but your mood soured when you looked in the mirror. It was disorienting to see that face on this submarine. To see that face anywhere but at Doffy’s side.

You managed to pull yourself out before you fell too deep, but this time you didn’t push it away. No hiding, no running in fear. 

Doffy lived there, behind your misty eyes. The weight of his presence hung around your shoulders like that heavy, pink coat. Your body screamed with the need to be safe, the need to be whatever he wanted you to be. His laugh echoed in your skull as he called for his “pretty doll.”

But you weren’t a doll anymore. 

I’m a Heart Pirate now, Doffy. And I’m gonna help Law kill you.

Likes, comments, and reblogs bring me all the ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: Heeeyyyy we made it. We completed the fic request. It's over... Lol, not! I have so much more planned for this story, but there will be a pause here while I circle back to another fic. But fret not, I'm obsessed with this story, and have already outlined some upcoming chapters!

Thank you so much for joining me! Again, I hope none of you relate to the reader's trauma, and her struggle to enjoy her own pleasure, but if you do, you're not alone 🖤 I hope you are given all the patience and love you need so that you can enjoy all the pleasure you desire.

You deserve to feel good!!

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Part 6

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[aniyas-weird-writing]

Hello!! Could I request makeout headcanons with Johnny Cage and Kabal with a F! Goth Reader please uwu

I desperately wanna smudge my black lipstick all over them uwu

Thank you and have a nice day uwu

My second request 😍 I’ll do my best to please you!

Johnny Cage and Kabal with a F! Goth reader.

Warnings: None

Theme: Fluff

Kabal

Honestly, this man loves making out with you. It tells him that you don’t care about his burns and he feels more confident and at ease with you.

He LOVES your style. He will admire you from afar. He especially loves your black lipstick 😏

Which is why Kabal dragged you to y’alls favorite place to make out; a dark alleyway.

Kabal loves the feeling of your lips on his and the feeling of your black lipstick smudging onto the corners of his mouth.

He would put his hand on the back of your head, wanting more. He is obsessed with your kisses. (he may even be a bit submissive for you..~)

During the light makeouts, you would pepper his face and neck with kisses, which would leave the imprints of the black lipstick on it.

Kabal wouldn’t wipe his face nor neck. He would leave it there. He doesn’t care if someone mentions it, it’s staying on. (Until you wipe it off and he begs you to kiss him again)

Johnny Cage

You already know Johnny making some dumb ahh names for you💀

“Emo Girlfriend” “Shadow Queen.” etc;

Johnny would always playfully tease you by calling you these nicknames.

When making out with him, he loves holding you waist and pulling you close with your arms wrapped around his neck.

He loves your kisses especially when your black lipstick smudges his cheek.

He would ask you to kiss him anywhere. His shoulder, neck, forehead, his cheeks, etc;

When they smudge his cheek (or anywhere else), he won’t wipe it off. Even if you protest, he won’t wipe it off.

It’s his way of showing how you belong to him ;)

Other soldiers would mention it to him and he would proudly say that you did it. (and if your with him, you would blush and hit his shoulder)

And that concludes this request! If you have any advice pre feedback, DM me or type it in the comments 😉

req from: @pinejayy

[chiharuhashibira]

Could I please request reader grinding against Giyu’s thighs please

I crave that please uwu 😩🥹

YES~ I would love to write about Giyu @pinejayy

Ughhhh~ I wanna write this one-shot so baddd and now I have the time so buckle up your seatbelts...

Here's the Giyu train~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

But of course my babes, before I continue this...

MINORS DNI!

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Content Warnings: Matured Themes/NSFW/Curse Words/Aggressive Giyu/Penetration/Round 2

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

(All images are not mine)

As Giyu Tomioka's tsugoku, you need to keep your cool around him. But honestly, the Water Hashira takes your breath away. His fine movements always made you wonder if he'd be great on be—

You stopped yourself before your thoughts drifted away again. You're attracted to the Water Hashira, as he was one of the finest and greatest demon slayers out there. But then, you can't show that easily. Even if your mission with him is done, if he sees you not focused, surely he'll be disappointed.

Giyu is silent, as always, as he settles down in the room, placing his sword gently on the table at the corner of the room. You also did it, assuming that, like you do with other demon slayers, you'd share a room with him. You looked at the Water Hashira in disbelief because he was astounded by your actions. It was the first time that both of you had a mission together, so you never knew if he had some rules or whatnot.

"You're sharing a room with me?" He asked with a surprised tone. You blinked in confusion and looked at him. "I guess? That's what we usually do, Tomioka-san. Unless there's a special rule that comes if your mission is with a Hashira?" You said firmly.

He just shrugged his shoulders, and that made you annoyed. He was the one who asked you to be his tsugoku, as you were trying to be Lord Tengen's. Yes, you wanted to learn Sound Breathing at first but this enigmatic man convinced you to learn Water Breathing instead.

He was nicer before, asking you how have you been but now, Giyu treats you coldly—colder than how he treats Shinobu—and that bothered you.

That's it... I'm so done with this.

"Do you hate me?" You asked, making him shoot a surprised glance at you. If looks can kill, you're definitely dead right now.

"I can't fathom why these thoughts bother you at all." He finally spoke up, crossing his arms and facing you completely.

"If I were Lord Tengen's tsugoku, he wouldn't just shrug me off. Surely he would make me feel like I'm one of the greatest tsugokus out there."

It was too late when you realised that what you said was too much. You gulped as the Water Hashira's eyebrow creased in frustration. He walked towards you, taking you aback. "T–Tomioka-san, sorry, I didn't—"

Your words were cut off as he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, tightening it but not too much to kill you. That made your eyes widen, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You tried to push him away but he caught your hand, squeezing it tight.

"What attention do you want to receive? This?"

You felt like you were drowning in the sound of your heartbeats as Giyu's lips smashed against yours, aggressively kissing you as he pinned you on the wall. All your strength slowly ebbed out of your body as he held your hands above your head and his kisses became sloppier.

Tomioka pulled out, looking at you with lust in his eyes. You gulped as your body betrayed you. You love what Tomioka does to you right now.

"I bet the Sound Hashira won't be able to make you feel this special with his three wives around him."

"Tomioka-san—"

"You'll never know how I kept my calm with you, Y/N. But fuck! You're trying my patience!"

That was the first time you saw Giyu unleash his frustrations, and it shocked you. But the Water Hashira took this as an opportunity to carry you down the futon, making you straddle his thighs. You tried to protest, but the man slammed his lips against yours once again, squeezing your ass over your skirt.

The adrenaline surged through your body, causing you to moan as you began to kiss him back. You slowly felt him get hard as you slowly grinded on his clothed thighs. Giyu pulled your hair back and started kissing your neck, using his other hand to unbutton your uniform.

"Do you want this?" He said it through his kisses. You knew that his biting and sucking on your neck would leave a mark on your skin, but you didn't care. "Y-Yes... Tomioka-san... I want this!"

He stopped kissing you for a moment, and for the first time in your life, you saw a smile on his lips. But that immediately faded as he pulled you closer once again, moaning in your mouth as you grinded your hips against his thighs.

With your underwear wet with your passion, you slowly wrapped your arms around Giyu's head as he buried his face between your exposed breasts, licking and sucking on the sensitive nipples.

"G-Giyu..." His first name rolled smoothly off your tongue, which made him chuckle. "Calling me... *kiss* by... mmm *sucks on your left nipples and gropes your right breast* my first name... now huh?" He said, biting your nipple a bit—enough to make you moan louder than earlier and squirm on his thighs.

He slowly worked his way through your underwear, pulling them down so you could feel him more. You moaned as your wet pussy finally grinded on his clothed thighs. It's so good, but you bet that his skin would feel better.

You aggressively rubbed your wet pussy against his thighs, moaning between his kisses and chuckles. And with a blink of an eye, you felt the familiar churn in your stomach, and you finally almost screamed, "F-Fuck! I'm cumming,"  when Giyu covered your mouth and gave you a smile as you grinded on his thighs faster.

"Cum for me, Y/N... You're so good." He gave you a sly smile, looking at your eyes with oozing lust in them. "You've always been a good girl, Y/N. Great at fights, great as my tsugoku, and of course, perfect to be fucked on my bed. You've always made me proud, baby."

The man gave you compliments that sounded so seductive that you never expected to hear them from him. That aroused you more, and you finally bit your lip, held tight to his shoulder, and locked eyes with the Water Hashira.

"Ahhhhh~" You finally said, as your pussy throbbed in pleasure as you rubbed it against his thighs. When the waves calmed down in you, Tomioka placed you beside him, looking at you with such intense eyes.

"You've come already. How about me?" He said it so casually that it made you blush. Tomioka's head was resting on his hand as he looked at you with building lusts in his eyes. You looked back at him once again and saw how wonderful he was against the rays of the moonlight.

You were so drowning in passion that you kissed his hand, which was reaching out to touch your cheeks. Tomioka suddenly went over you, slowly undressing you as he showered your body in kisses.

"I'm not *kiss* as showy as Uzui-san *sucks on your neck* but if *massages your titties* you have told me *kisses your lips* that it bothers— haaaah~"

As you slid your hand inside his pants and felt his hardened cock between your palms, he was caught off guard. "Fuck... just like that..." He said as he pulled his pants down and lifted your skirt. You felt his hot cock against your stomach as he removed your shirt and tossed it aside.

He stopped kissing you for a moment and looked into your eyes once more.

"If you only told me that it bothers you, I would've shown you how special you are to me."

"Tomioka-san..."

"And you wouldn't even think that Uzui-san would treat you better. Because I know I can treat you the best, as my tsugoku and as my girl." He said with his voice sounding so confident.

"I didn't mean to say that..." You blushed, ashamed of what you had said earlier. You know how nice Giyu is, but it's just that you're not happy with his coldness.

"Do you really want this?"

He asked politely, caressing your cheek as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit. You can't help but squirm with the stimulation. The Water Hashira's next question definitely triggered your fuck-me mode once more.

"Would you like to cum with me, Y/N?"

"Y-yes please. Fuck me hard, Giyu. I'm fucking thirsty for you~."

The Water Hashira spread your legs and finally entered you. A moan of pleasure escaped both of your mouths in unison as Giyu buried his face in the crook of your neck as he felt how tight you were.

You held tightly on his shoulders as he buried himself deeper, making you almost scream in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N. Is this your first time?" He asked in a whisper as he soothed you with a kiss on the lips. "Yes..." you said, making him chuckle. "I want to tell you that I'll be gentle, but you pissed me off earlier. But I'll definitely make this feel good, love."

The nickname he gave you made you bite your lip, and as you did so, Giyu finally managed to enter you completely, filling your pussy with his hot and warm cock.

He slid in and out of you, making your breasts move up and down with his motion. Giyu savoured this as he licked your sensitive nipples, moaning loudly as he did so, causing you to nearly cum once more.

But whenever you feel your peak, Giyu will slow down and kiss your lips, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, which leaves you a happy loser as he wins over and over.

Giyu's hands wandered over your body, touching every crevice that he never imagined reaching. "You're mine." He said this as he fucked you so hard that you were on the verge of passing out in pleasure. The first time he did it, when he heard the most erotic sound coming from your lips, he repeatedly hit the sweet spot in you.

As quiet as he is in fights, Giyu's definitely a moaner in bed. With his sexy groans and raspy voice coming to your senses, you can't help but feel like you don't want this to end.

"Mmmm~ Giyu almost there!"

With this, the Water Hashira felt the warmth building up on his stomach as well. The dam will break soon, and you're happy to be flooded by it. "Me too, love..."

He said as his thrusts became quicker and deeper, making you moan harder in pleasure. As he fucked you harder, Giyu lifted your legs and placed them on his clothed shoulders. He held on to your waist and kissed your lips so passionately.

"Ahhhh!" You shouted in unison, as both of you hadn't been able to stop yourselves from doing so because of too much pleasure. His cum filled your pussy and you definitely loved it.

Giyu passed out over you, feeling his strength ooze out of his body. You embraced him and buried your face on his shoulders.

"Sorry for what I said earlier... I'm just frustrated because... I like you." You said you were still feeling guilty about what you did. "I'm sorry too for not showing you how much I appreciate you. I really like you too, Y/N." He whispered back, making your heart jump inside your chest.

Giyu finally looked into your eyes, giving you a smile. "But at least now I know how I will show you how proud I am of you."

You blushed at his words; you clearly know what he's implying.

The night ended with you kissing and fucking over and over again. At least you also know now how the Water Hashira performs on bed. You love it, and you definitely look forward to it again.

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𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚?

As a Giyu's girl, I crave this too soooo thanks again for requesting @pinejayy☺️

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. YES I DID ENJOY WRITING GIYU SMUT HAHAHA My gosh, the man's so hot. I can't contain it anymore XD

And I am definitely lucky to find those pics on Google, so shout out to the owner XD It boosted my imagination! HAHAH!

Anyways, that's it for now. 💓 Feel free to request anything ^^ Also, check out my chaptered fic, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔) as more surprises will come soon~

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[merbear25]

Matchup trade for @pinejayy

I match you with Katakuri ❤🍩

a/n: I immediately had two options picked out. Kid was a close second. 💀 Thank you so much for agreeing to this! I hope you like it 💜

There'd be many reasons why you and Katakuri would be drawn to each other, one of which being your general aesthetics. His differs just slightly from yours, but you'd compliment the other rather nicely. The stern look he often wears would begin to faulter upon first laying eyes on you.

Knowing how intimidating he can come across, he'd probably prefer to observe you a little before just going up and shooting his shot―wouldn't want to risk scaring you off. He'd like to feel at least a bit prepared before trying to talk to you.

Once spending some time getting to know you, he'd be thankful that his large scarf was covering half his face: the smile tugging on his lips would embarrass him if you saw.

He'd find it endearing that you collect plushies and even have a favorite that you sleep with. A quick thought would cross his mind about how cuddling with you and your plushie would fair for him; he'd instantly make himself blush.

Since you like sweet things seemingly just as much as he does, you'd best believe he'd want to take you on a dates to ice cream parlors, cafes, cake shops, and any candy shops that cross your path.

Luckily for you, if it's crowded where ever you go together, the area would clear fast due to Katakuri's presence. He'd gladly act as your shield from any loud noises in public, swiftly eliminating the source.

Your abrasive side juxtaposing your sensitive side would make you all the more intriguing to him. The bursts of energy, the dark humor, and even the foul mouth wouldn't deter him. Instead, the urge to kiss your cheeks or forehead would easily replace any possibility of negativity.

He's extremely insecure about his mouth and teeth, so he hit the jackpot with you! If you were to trace over the stitches on his face, he'd absolutely melt into your touch. He'd feel so relieved to have found someone who actually has a preference for his face type!

Due to his size and fear of harming you, he'd be a gentle lover. He would never want to hurt you and would focus more on your pleasure―a giver in the bedroom and soft-dom.

I think you two would be a match made in heaven.

[tiredly101]

If you're comfortable with this could you please do number 6 angst with Wally x Female reader. 🥺

Hi dearie! Of course I will write this for you, I love writing angst so I hope you like it!

Sunny days don't last...

Pairing: Wally Darling x Broken hearted!Female reader

Promp list of which the request came from!

Illustrated Au, really close screenshot but the picture belongs to @sweetest-honeybee

It was a normal day when F/n woke up, sunny and warm; just the perfect weather like always and Wally Darling, F/n’s crush, had invited her to paint at his house but she did not see the clouds settling in the horizon or the way her heart drenched in sorrow every time she stepped into Home since she knew that Wally had someone else in his heart that was a nice shopkeeper.

“F/n! I’m glad you could make it!,” exclaimed Wally while hugging F/n from the waist making her relish the few minutes she could get such affection from him. F/n smiled weakly and the pair started doing their painting chattering from time to time but both seemed to not notice the dark clouds that were started to set around the neighborhood. Wally chuckled at seeing the silly yet pretty painted F/n did, it seemed it was her and Wally but then he noticed the grim look on her face when she set the paintbrush down and when he was going to ask F/n spoked softly.

“I’m leaving the neighborhood Wally, but I hope you and Howdy are happy,” said F/n as a whisper in the solemn air that Home gained at her words, Wally looked at her shocked feeling his grin falter while his eyebrows went down in worry. They both heard water starting to come down from the sky and Wally could have swore he heard how F/n heart broke at his shocked silence. F/n got up and grabbed her things before opening the door of Home before the house could lock her in because of the rain.

“Wait, neighbor? What do you mean “you and Howdy”?,” said Wally while getting up in a hurried matter, trying to make it to F/n but it seemed as if the world stopped under his feet’s.

“You and Howdy are a cute couple, he is more than enough for you… I wish I was enough for you,” said F/n softly before walking out of Home making Wally crash against the door of Home since it closed out of habit. Wally opened the door and closed it in his way out to see F/n gone, as if she was never there, and he leaned against Home door, shaking softly while his smile was completely gone and now in his eyes were tears that were threatening to fall from his face.

“You are more than enough for me Y/n”

Hoped you liked it @pinejayy!

Additional tags: @waywardstardustcollector and @yanyanlover

[daemontargaryennn]

TAG GAME!!

Objective: Name countries with each letter of your name :) and tag your friends and I’ll see if you know geography :)

J - Japan, Jordan, Jamaica

A - America, Australia, Afghanistan, Argentina, Albania

X - (theres no countries that start with the letter X)

R - Russia, Romania

E - Egypt, England, Estonia

L - Laos, Lebanon, Libya, Liberia

TAGGING: @sugutoad @dragondemoness @hystericfae @autistic-beanmonster2 @pleasehelpaaaa @l7k-a @v3nttii @mxchislvt @ppoppokari @twilightpentagram @eternalwritess @kidron @fourtyfourcatss @imjustabeanie @pray4byron @tophamhat-kyo @br4inr0tx @haruhar-u @mssgs-frm-th-strs @pinejayy

[monimccoythings]

Arlong x Healer!human!reader Part 3

Final part for this series (for now lol), ending on a bitter note. Maybe I'll continue it when it is revealed where Arlong and his crew are being kept at Impel Down, because they never truly told us. What if they were on level 5.5 and Oda refused to show us? I just need to know.

tags: @pinejayy @karma-reader

Many years had passed since you last saw Arlong, but somehow he didn't left your mind. Maybe it was his 'unique' personality or how abruptly he had left. Whatever it was, you were certain you would never see him again.

Imagine your surprise when you saw two Marine officers at your door requesting your services. At first, you worried about your clinic and if your recently hired nurse would be enough to keep it running all by himself, but as you found out, you had no other choice, since your medical assisstance had specifically been required and the Marines didn't take rejection too kindly.

You questioned them about who had asked for you. They seemed reluctant to give names, only telling you that a couple of weeks ago the most dangerous pirate crew of the East Blue had been apprehended, and as they treated their wounds for transport to Impel Down, their leader had refused any kind of medical attention and had specifically asked for your assistance. Despite his sorry state, he kept attacking any other doctor or nurse who approached him, and they couldn't risk losing more staff.

The journey towards the Marine ship was in complete silence. You felt awkward with those two. The ship was no better, everything was so strict, so rigid, you wondered how anyone could ever be happy there.

The chief of the medical staff, guided you towards the cell the patient had been locked in. The chief, just like everything in this ship, was cold and professional and didn't like to talk more than needed. You felt the curious looks of the rest of the doctors and nurses, wondering what a small town doctor like you could have that they didn't.

The door closed behind you and was locked again, trapping you in the same room as a convicted criminal. With your heart in your throat, you approached the huge hospital bed. You nearly fell back on your butt when you saw who was laying in that bed and realised that the only person that could have asked for you was-

"Arlong." Your voice came in an exhale. He was laying there, breathing heavily, his body covered in chains and wounds. He looked even worse than when you found him all those years ago, as if someone had dropped a building on him.

You tentatively touched his arm. He jolted awake, but relaxed when he saw it was you.

"You came, like a loyal servant." His voice was as deep and gultural as you remembered it.

You bit your lip, annoyed at that remark. Not even a minute had passed and he had already gotten on your nerves. "More like a loyal doctor."

He hummed and gave you a weak smirk. "You are a stupid human, you know? Coming back here after dealing with me years ago. Do you regret having helped such an 'atrocious monster'?"

Oh you knew where he was trying to go with this. "I don't regret helping someone in need, even if that someone was you." You caught him staring at you curiously, face covered in cuts and bruises that needed urgent treatment, well, every inch of him needed urgent treatment.

"I'm going to start cleaning your cuts, and then I'll bandage you properly so don't throw one of your tantrums."

"I don't have tantrums." He grumbled.

As you worked your way through his body, you would catch him looking at you from now and then with an undescribable look in his eyes. After several minutes you felt brave enough to ask.

"Why did you call for me?"

"If there was going to be a dirty human running their hands all over me, I'd rather have someone who has touched me before than any of these people." He tried to act tough, uncaring. But deep down he knew the truth, he knew there was no going back from Impel Down, at least a second time. This time Jinbei wouldn't be there to free him, it was all over for him. The only thing he regretted was dragging his crew into that hell on water. So that's why he knew he had to see you one last time, even if it greatly hurt his pride.

He quickly took note of all the changes in your body. Your hair was longer than he remembered, your face had matured as well, but it was no less attractive than the last time he had seen you. He mentally winced at his treacherous feelings. Why you?

He could see through heavy lidded eyes how your chest raised and lowered with each breath you took, how your eyes narrowed in deep concentration. You shouldn't worry too much about him, the advantage of being a superior species was having a nearly impenetrable skin, so his cuts and gashes weren't as bad as they looked. And even if the disinfectant burned, the only thing he could feel was the delicate touch of your hands on his body. He wondered if the memory of that touch would be enough to survive what was coming.

"What did you do?" You knew you shouldn't pry on his private affairs, but given the condition he was in and the place he was heading to, whatever he had done must have been terrible.

He let out a bitter chuckle, wincing a bit from the effort. "Believe me, you don't want to know." You found yourself agreeing.

"You are right, I don't want to know."

As you were finishing his body, your fingers accidentaly brushed his. You froze for a couple of seconds, thinking that maybe he would be disgusted given his hatred of humanity, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Now came the fun part, cleaning his face. It wasn't that he repelled you, but being so close to that sharp nose and teeth... let's say they gave you the chills.

As gently as you could, you grabbed his face and applied the disinfectant covered cotton. While your focus remained heavily on his wounds, trying to avoid looking into his eyes proved to be quite tricky, since he seemed so determined in meeting yours. And maybe it was to give you a better angle, but his face had leaned into your touch, your thumb now brushing his cheekbone.

No one said anything, the only sound that could be heard was the brushing of the cotton against his skin. Arlong knew his time was running out, and that this could be the last time he would ever see you. There was nothing he could do.

You finally finished cleaning and bandaging his face, and stepped away to admire your work. You felt awkward, what could you say to him right now as farewell? He was literally going to jail, what did anyone say in these situations?

"Well..." Your voice sounded too high pitched for your liking. "Good luck! With... err... your stuff." You menatlly kicked yourself, whatever low opinion he had on humans, you surely had made it lower. You needed to get out of there before you died of embarrassment.

When you turned to leave, his voice stopped you. "Human." You slowly turned back to face him. "Yeah?"

For a second, Arlong looked like he wanted to tell you something, the fire in his eyes was burning wildly. But, at the last second he thought better of it.

"If I ever get out of there... I may pay you a visit." Arlong either didn't know how threatening that sounded or didn't care at all. But after having lived with him for way too long, you knew that this time, he wasn't implying any harm.

"I... I would like that." That was the only thing you managed to say. Arlong watched you leave. Inside him, his deeply rooted prejudices were at war with his stupid heart. Humans and fishmen did not mingle; as much as he repeated it to himself, that statement was slowly getting weaker inside his mind.

As you walked back to the deck, you felt a deep feeling of sadness take over your body. You knew the stories about Impel Down, you knew how little chance he had of getting out, or of surviving. Maybe this was the last time you would patch him up. Still, deep inside you, you found yourself wishing he would fulfill his promise.

[fruityboyblue]

Yandere Wally Darling x Y/N!!! @pinejayy

You're Y/N. You're new to the neighborhood, and think that the neighbors are quite amazing. You look around and see a small yellow man with a beautiful blue styled hair. He kept staring at you, but you thought nothing of it since you were new. After you buy the groceries for the food you want to make, you get home. In the middle of cooking, you heard a knock on your door. "Who could that be?" You think to yourself and walk over to it. "Hello!" The man says as he sees you. "I'm Wally Darling, and you must be Y/N!" You're confused because you never talked to him before. "Do you think maybe we can walk around tomorrow? I'd love to show you around." Wally says with a smile. "Sorry, but someone already showed me around." You say politely. You look at him and he seems ... Off. "I'm going to tell you now, neighbor." Wally says and grabs your hand. "I just want to keep you safe. Some of these neighbors are dangerous." He gently kisses your hand and winks at you. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, neighbor."~

[paintoreos]

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[kakushino]

To be honest I hate fluff it the only thing I can read cuz I’m a male and ig that what peoples make cuz they so lazy to do smut or anything else idk if you know pinejayy if you do I hate her so much her writing suck ass she only do fluff with a male reader

Dearest toddler,

are you aware that your behaviour is why people in the Demon Slayer Fandom are not writing x male reader? Harassing people into writing what you wanna read is only gonna make them not wanna do it even more.

Are you aware that people are starting to hate Hantengu clones in this fandom, because of you?

Your presence and harrassment is turning this fandom toxic, so please leave.

Also, stop harrassing pinejayy, thanks

Sincerely,

Me

P.S. you're barking up the wrong tree because I write fem/afab readers lmao

[turtletaubwrites]

Misty Eyes ~ Part 4

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

Word Count: 5041

Misty Eyes Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: This new life feels like a dream, and you're finding it hard to believe. How could you be here, how could you be safe? How could you be wanted?

Author's Note: Heeyy, so I swear there's smut in here, but our misty eyed reader has trauma, so a little patience is required.

Thank you so much @pinejayy for this delicious request!!

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death (unnamed character), Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Hair-Pulling, Birth Control, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there!), Forced Pregnancy (Implied/Intended), Sterilization (Implied/Intended), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Soft Trafalgar D. Water Law, Other Additional Tags To Be Added

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

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“You’re such a–”

Law kissed his laugh into your mouth, and you couldn’t hold onto your outrage. 

Instead, you held onto him.

Law. 

He was alive. He was with you. He was kissing you. 

One of his hands teased into the hair at the back of your neck, his thumb tracing along your cheek. You didn’t know what to reach for, your fingers clawing into his shirt while you went to pieces. 

His kiss was somehow desperate and gentle. Deep and slow, with needy sounds shared between you. Writhing under the weight of his body, your eyes went misty from overwhelm. You wanted to pull him inside your chest, keeping him in the hole he’d carved, so you could feel this way forever. 

“Are you okay,” he breathed, his thumb smoothing away the grateful tears.

“So good,” you laughed, the sweet smile he gave pulling a happy sob from your throat. 

Law kissed along your temple, your cheek, following your jaw down as you gasped, your breath shuddering through you. He breathed along your skin, tracing the tip of his nose, then his lips over the crook of your neck before leaving gentle kisses, a deep hum vibrating through him. 

Your skin was electric, shivers running through you as you arched your back. Breathy whines escaped you, crying out when he rasped your name. 

You tugged at his shirt, moaning as you yanked it up to feel his skin. He pulled back from your struggle, and your breath caught when he stared down at you. His golden eyes were dark as he pulled his shirt off, your eyes fluttering back at the sight of his tattooed skin. His body caged you in before he tasted your lips again. 

He was still pinning you, your thighs trapped beneath his weight. 

But that gave you more access to pull at the buttons of his jeans, whining when he stopped your frantic fingers. 

“Can I take my time with you,” Law asked, his husky voice making you shake. He brought your knuckles to his lips before he looked around, brows creasing at the sight of hate papering the walls. “There’s a couch in my quarters next door, do you–”

Your breathless “yes,” interrupted him, and he kissed you again before helping you up. He laughed at your pout when he pulled his shirt back on, before leading you by the hand.

“Aren’t you the captain? Can’t you do what you want,” you whispered behind him while he looked back and forth down the hallway. 

He ignored you, pulling you toward the next room when he saw the coast was clear. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped, echoing down the corridor. Your laughs only grew when he huffed, pressing you against the closed door when he got you inside.

“Do you remember sneaking into the storeroom to steal weapons?”

His scolding glare faltered, his lips quirking as you watched the memory form in his mind. 

“Yeah, you got us caught,” he taunted, tracing his fingers along your hair, his eyes seeming to eat up every detail of your face. Including the indignant furrowing of your brows. 

“I did not! It wasn’t my fault, I only tripped because Cora dropped his…”

It was subtle, but the slight grimace on Law’s face made you want to never speak again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t… I don’t think I know what really happened with you and–”

“It’s fine. I don’t wanna talk about it,” Law straightened, pulling back from you before adding, “not right now.”

How do I fuck up literally everything?

“Come on,” he tugged at your fingers with a small smile. His quarters were large, and you bit your lip at the sight of his bed, his covers ruffled from last night’s sleep. He gestured for you to join him on the couch, but you skirted around him.

“Oh my gods, are you kidding me?”

A large set of shelves lined the wall behind the couch, and you misted out of his grabbing hands to get a closer look.

Turning back to him with a laugh, your eyes wide with gleeful shock, you pointed at the displays.

“I haven’t seen these in ages!”

You reached into the shelf, picking up one of the early Sora comics from its display stand.

“Hey, careful,” Law cautioned, throwing his long legs over the back of the couch to take the thin book from your grasp.

“Really,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as he returned the book with care. You looked over the rest of the shelves, leaning in to examine the rows of coins he’d displayed between the comics.

“You’re such a fucking dork.”

“Hobbies are important for maintaining mental health,” he said blandly, not meeting your eyes as he looked over his collection. 

“Whatever you say, nerd,” you laughed, touching his waist to force him to look at you. “I think it’s cute.”

He scowled as you bounced on your toes, narrowing his eyes before giving in, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Shut up.”

His soft command touched your lips, your laughter still humming through the kiss. Grinning, you curled your fingers into his black hair.

“Make me.”

Law huffed a laugh, your favorite smirk shining through before you squealed as he picked you up. He sat you on the back of the couch, legs scrambling around his waist. Your mind was empty of everything, but the need to feel more of him. 

Until you slid backwards. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized, gripping your arms before your back could hit the cushions with your head toward the floor. He helped you turn, moving your legs to the side so you laid across the long couch.

“Already trying to kill me?”

You couldn’t remember feeling this light, this free, as you did teasing him. As he crawled on top of you, the weight and scent of him making you sigh. The feel of his tongue trailing your neck before he nibbled at your ear, bringing another squeal while you shivered. The look in his eyes almost brought tears to your own.

I can’t believe he’s real. 

“Not yet,” he purred, tracing his hand along your waist. He kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you until you couldn’t take it. You whined, fighting with his shirt until he grinned and pulled it off. 

“Impatient–” he scolded, giving a surprised laugh when your hands reached the waistband of his jeans again. Law moved you gently so he could sit beside you, but you wasted no time in straddling him. You’d already tossed your shirt aside, fingers reaching for the clasp of your bra.

“Hey, hold on, Y/N,” he hummed, hugging you against him to slow you down. The sound of your heart somehow pounded in your head, even though it was trapped in the next room. 

Law sat back, his warm hands stroking down your arms. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he praised, eyes soft as he gazed at you. His head fell back, letting out a surprised moan when you rocked your body forward. The feel of his hard cock through all that fabric stunned you, and your body grinded onto his on instinct. 

His whispered, “fuck,” was lost in a feverish kiss, and you managed to tear your bra off while his strong hands pulled your hips down further. 

“Wait,” he muttered, voice almost pained. Pulling away, his eyes rolled back slightly at the sight of your bare chest. You had to bite your lip hard not to reach for him again. 

“What is it?” 

Worry had broken through your question, and you couldn’t fight the fears that crept in. Both of you panted for a few moments, lungs fighting for air after stealing it from each other’s lips.

He doesn’t want me. How could he want me after Doffy touched me?

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay,” he checked in, smoothing the hair from your face. “We don’t need to rush anything.”

You knew his words should be comforting, but the hot pressure of tears built in your throat, your mind filling with the torment of words that you knew weren’t your own. 

‘My disgusting little doll. So pretty. So sick. That’s the only thing you’re good for, huh? Such an empty little toy. Maybe one day you'll be worth more. Think you can carry the blood of kings in this weak body of yours?’

“Y/N? Y/N, you’re safe.”

Part of you heard his voice while your body stayed frozen, eyes stuck wide as your nails dug into his shoulders. Fighting to shake free, you mumbled what was meant to be an apology as your hands slumped onto your lap. The sticky weight of wet cement kept every thought and movement sluggish, and you barely reacted when Law pulled a thin blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping you up.

“Mmsrry,” you slurred, unsure how long you’d been frozen. He rubbed his hands lightly on your blanket covered arms, shaking his head. 

“Don’t be. Just let me know what you need, okay? Can I get you some water?”

A jarring laugh fell from your lips, but you managed to nod. He sat you on the couch, fussing with the blanket to make sure you were comfortable and covered. Burning tears pricked your eyes as he went into an adjacent room. The sound of running water covered a strangled cry, but your eyes were dry when he returned with a glass. 

Law sat on the coffee table, but stayed quiet, leaving your thoughts to berate you for putting him through this. Shame piled on you, until something in you cracked open, his gentle question opening the way.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“You can do surgery,” you remembered, the words rough and empty.

“Yeah, I can,” he confirmed after a pause. Your body almost went slow again, but the urgency of terror pushed you, forcing you to reach for help. 

“Can you, please… please, sterilize me?”

Your fragile voice strained high at the last words, and the rocking of your body sped up, your eyes clamping shut. 

“Please, Law, I can’t–”

“I’m right here, Y/N. You can talk to me.”

Tears fell onto your thighs as you looked down. Nauseating guilt poured through you, a confession flooding from your lips like bile. 

“I was selfish. I wasn’t ready. I’m too weak.”

Law argued softly, his hand on your shoulder doing nothing to stop the stream of ugly truths. 

“I tricked… I made her help me,” you bawled, memories flowing in until you shook with shame. “Baby 5 still does everything. I took advantage of her. He would have hurt her, killed her! I’m disgusting, I’m sick. How could I–”

“Y/N, stop,” he commanded, shocking you into stillness. “You are not sick. You were a prisoner. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I–” you choked, blinking into his steady gaze, “Doffy said I’d finally prove myself if I… If I could carry a superior life in my body. If I could survive it tearing itself out of me.”

Your ragged breath caught in your lungs at the sight of Law’s towering rage, a barely contained snarl only dropping when he released the bruising grip he’d taken on your shoulder. You interrupted his apology, somehow feeling calmer after his display of anger. 

“Baby 5’s compulsion has only gotten worse over the years,” you explained, detached from the story now as you followed Law’s orders. “I told her I needed her help, and she did it, even though she disagreed. Even though she would be punished if he found out.”

~🔪🔫🗡️~

“Shouldn’t you be asking the young master about this,” Baby 5 frowned, crossing her arms as she assessed you.

“Yes, but–”

“Are you keeping secrets from him,” she accused, one of her arms shifting into a sickle to hold against your throat, even though she knew it wouldn’t connect. “I knew you were weak, but I never thought you’d be a traitor.”

“Please, Baby 5,” you begged, hands misty as you held them toward her, “I need you. I need your help.”

“... You need me?”

~🔪🔫🗡️~

The gravity of what you’d done sank into you again, but his waiting gaze pushed you through, separating from the pain and shame behind your confession. 

“I wasn’t ready. I never wanted to be ready. Especially for him. Even when I wanted to be his, I never wanted that. He promised I’d be rewarded, that I’d be worthy of the family. But I never wanted kids, and I knew that he… I knew I might not survive–”

Fear and bile caught up with you, leaning forward over your lap to hit your fists against your forehead.

“We’re safe here,” he reminded you, grabbing your wrists gently until you shuddered, sitting up again. 

“I couldn’t go anywhere without him knowing. I wouldn’t be able to hide pills without someone finding them, and reporting me. Everyone…” you choked out, swallowing the humiliation that threatened to spill into the world, “everyone knew what I was. Everyone knew that the only thing I’m good for–”

“Stop saying that,” he seethed, his knuckles going white as his fists clenched in his lap. The rage in him relaxed your body, nodding before you went on.

“I made Baby 5 steal birth control shots for me, and she’d give them to me every three months. I put her life at risk, he would’ve… I’m so selfish.”

Your sins were revealed as the man before you shook beneath his skin. Watching the play of muscles flexing in his jaw was almost soothing.

“I have two months left of this shot,” you pleaded, head falling back against the couch. “Please do the surgery. Please.”

Law stared at you for too long. Your body went weak, slow tears dripping down your temples to your ears, and you were too spent to wipe them away. 

I’ll never be safe. Doffy will find me. He’ll chain me up until I give him what he wants. I’ll birth another monster that will taste my blood on their lips before I’m free to die.

If Doffy doesn’t just torture and kill me as soon as he catches me.

“I can do it in a way that can be reversed,” he breathed, his words icing your veins, “but I don’t know another doctor that would know how to reverse it for you safely.”

“I don’t want it reversed,” you flew forward, clawing at his hands. “Just do it, please! If you can reverse it, you don’t have to believe me, but I swear it’s what I want.”

“... Can we think about it for a few days,” he coaxed.

Slow hit your system again.

Of course he wouldn’t do that. It’s all I’m good for. 

“I’m not saying no.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, the embarrassment of this whole interaction making you want to sleep forever. “I’m sor–”

“Stop,” he rasped, his fingers in your hair as he cradled your face. “How can I help you feel better right now?”

Another manic laugh left your throat, and you cringed at yourself, fighting not to apologize again. 

“Do you,” Law cleared his throat, a tentative smile tugging at his lips, “do you wanna read Sora with me?”

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Do you miss that little traitor?”

“N-no, Doffy, I just–”

He snatched the wanted poster from your grasp, sneering before ripping it in half, letting the pieces fall to the marble floor. 

“It’s funny,” he huffed, pinching your cheeks between his long fingers, “you’ve been so loyal all these years, and that boy betrayed our family. But he’s the useful one.”

Holding in your cries at his punishing grip, you braced yourself for whatever came next. 

It was a brutal kiss, and you fell into it, giving everything you were to your king. 

Doffy pulled back, that wide grin beaming down at you, his fingers tracing your face, pressing into your mouth. 

“Such a pretty doll.”

~🦩🦩🦩~

Small whimpers from your own lips shook you awake, and you stilled. The heat and pressure of Doffy’s body didn’t seem to be near. 

And the sheets weren’t silk. 

“Good morning,” Law rasped, his hair beautifully mussed as he looked up from a book. The couch looked cozy with his pillow and blanket, bringing a disgruntled whine from your throat as you stretched across his lonely bed. 

“Are you up for work today?”

He chuckled at your second whine, and you felt his weight on the edge of the bed while you buried your face in the pillow. 

“You don’t wanna disappoint Ikkaku,” he teased, shaking your shoulder gently. “Believe me, I know.”

More wordless complaints made him laugh, and that sound alone got you to shake your sleep away.

That, and the soft kisses he gave, the slow sharing of morning breath that kicked you both to the bathroom to brush teeth, fingers pinching at each other's ribs. 

So fucking cute. Until you left his quarters, and he held up that stoic face in front of his crew, even though you could tell they saw through it. 

The Surgeon of Death. That angry, smirking, dangerous kid that turned into a vicious Warlord of the Sea. 

He was a sweetie pie. 

I can’t wait to call him that. 

~

You had a feeling that “Weps” would be your favorite position on the ship. There was something about the sonar that scratched a part of your brain, and Ikkaku was still the most relaxing person to be around. No need to fill the quiet with chatter, and no personal questions to skirt. Just instructions, a few jokes now and then, and the occasional “no slouching at sonar, slacker,” always followed with a wink.

“Ooh, I think you’re in trouble.”

Your head shot up at her whispered tease, only to find Law's grumpy face assessing you from the doorway. 

Was I slouching?

“Our new recruit will join you for morning shifts for the rest of the week, and I expect a full report on her performance.”

“Yes, captain,” she nodded, her face matching his serious tone. You tried not to gulp.

“Come with me,” the captain ordered, and you found yourself slipping easily into obedience, low level anxiety wrapping comfortably around you. 

“Am I in trouble,” you tried to joke, keeping your voice quiet in the halls.

“What? No,” he shook his head, gesturing to the now familiar door. “It’s lunchtime.”

Your soft, “oh,” was drowned out by the crew, although there weren’t many in the galley at the moment. Jean Bart’s greeting boomed from his massive form, the sound heavy enough for multiple pirates.

Anxiety stuck with you throughout the meal, up until Law brought you to the training room. 

“I thought we were doing an interview today,” you asked, feet still planted in the hallway. 

“Changed my mind. Unless you’re too scared to fight me,” he deadpanned, walking into the room without glancing to see if you’d follow. That feeling was back. That familiar, yet thrilling feeling of playful competition, and it pulled you out of your spiral.

“Jerk,” you huffed, chasing after him.

“Disrespecting your captain again,” he tutted as he pulled you onto the mats. He faced off with you with a smirk, looking you up and down while you moved into a fighting stance. “You’ve got the nerve to mouth off when you’re this out of shape?”

You were the first to strike this time, and it did not go your way.

~

“You know, you could be a little nicer,” you grumbled, nudging his book with your toes. After an embarrassing training session, annoyingly separate showers, and a dinner with too many energetic crewmates, you shoved your feet onto his lap while you stretched across his couch. 

“Could I?”

The purr in his voice made your breath hitch, pressing your toes a little further into his lap until he tossed his book on the table. 

He caught your feet, tattooed hands rubbing gently before he pushed them away. More guilt and fear that he didn’t want you started to creep in, until you felt his weight. Until he kissed those doubts away. 

“How could I be nicer,” he rasped, his facial hair making you shiver as he breathed along your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, loving the quiet gasp he let out. 

“Fuck me, Law.”

His body moved against yours, just a bit, and your back arched at the feel of his fingers digging into your hips. 

“Please,” you begged, with your nails twisting through his hair, “I want you.”

He kissed you again, and his heavy-lidded eyes rolled back when you scraped his bottom lip between your teeth. 

Your body mourned the loss of his heat as he sat back on his heels. The urge to grab him, to pull him toward you, to take him in, had you fighting yourself, but you couldn’t stop your body from writhing. Near-panicked fingers dragged over your own clothes, and you tried not to sob with need.

“Y/N,” he coaxed, his ragged breathing like another temptation you had to fight against, “I want you to feel safe. We can stop anytime, you can tell me–”

“Please, gods, fuck me, Law. I nee–”

Your desperate moan echoed into his mouth as he grinded against you. He helped you rip the shirt from his body, then pulled you up to sit as you tore the suffocating fabric from your own skin. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Law swooned, going to his knees on the floor for better access to trail his lips down your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. He let out a needy moan when you threw your bra to the side. You nodded as he glanced up at you, then arched your back when he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. 

He massaged your breast while he sucked and swirled his tongue, his free hand rubbing a thumb across your other nipple, balancing out the attention. You leaned back on your hands, gasping when he switched sides, when he moaned with your flesh in his mouth. 

Then you pulled at his arms, needing to feel more of him. You agreed to his breathy, “bed,” and kissed your way across his shoulder and neck while he carried you across the room. 

Your long lost friend crawled onto the bed on his knees to lay you down gently against the pillows, and you couldn’t take another second of waiting. 

Finally, he let you tear at his jeans, falling forward to cage you in while you reached into the stiff fabric. Taking his cock in your hand for the first time, even still constrained in his tight pants, made your mind go blank with need. The veins pulsing beneath your fingers sent your body bucking beneath his. 

“Wait,” you pleaded, pathetic noises leaving your throat as he moved away. But his movement just brought his lips down your skin again, until his darkened eyes looked up at you from between your legs, his fingers dancing at the waistband of your pants. 

“Yes,” you ordered before he could ask. 

Running your fingers along your inner thighs, you lost yourself in the way he looked at you. Law’s eyes devoured every bare inch of your skin, the wet aching center of you just waiting for him to take you. 

“Please,” you begged again.

He let out a sound that might have been a growl, but it was lost when he plunged his face into your folds. You cried out his name, reaching for his fingers that had wrapped around your hips, then tugged at the strands of his hair again, clinging while he ate at you. 

The sensations were overwhelming, his hungry tongue, his facial hair teasing at your skin, the whimpers and whines he sent vibrating into that sensitive piece of you. His little sounds got louder each time you pulled at his hair, as you tried to draw him up toward you. 

Law drank you in like you were the last bit of water left on the planet. Kissing, and sucking, and plunging deep, his eyes burned hot while he watched you. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he slurred, messy face coming up for air for just a second. He thrust against the mattress, his jeans undone, but still restricting him while he writhed. 

Tugging at his hair wasn’t enough, now you were reaching further. You scratched at his shoulders, your fingers dragging across his skin as you fought to pull him up. He just moaned at the contact, bringing his own fingers to push inside you, curling gently while he sucked your clit. 

Your back arched for him, but your breathing turned to chaos. The word, “please,” filled the air, but your voice was broken, almost panicked. 

“I’m so sorry, are you alright,” he pulled away, wiping his face before he moved out from between your legs. He touched your cheek with his fingertips, sitting beside you as his soothing voice surrounded you. 

“You’re safe, it’s okay. What do you need– whoa!”

His pants had to come off. You needed to make him feel good. The need was so intense, so vital, you didn’t think you could breathe until you felt his pleasure. 

“Fuck me, please.”

“But you–”

You interrupted his counter, sitting up to kiss his still wet face. 

“Please, Law. I’m telling you what I want,” you pleaded, your hands playing dangerously close along his stomach, but waiting for permission. “I want this. I want you.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you–”

“I promise.”

He stared for a long moment, and you almost sobbed for him, aching for him now. When he crawled off the bed to strip, you forgot everything else. Those gorgeous tattoos added to the work of art that was his lean, sculpted body. The sight of his thick cock springing free from those tight pants, already so swollen and dripping for you, had you twisting in his sheets. 

“Law, need you…”

“I need you too, Y/N,” he rasped, crawling up your body again. He scanned your face, bringing the hard length of him to slide along your core, arching your back while he drenched himself in you. “So wet…”

Another delicate kiss left the taste of both of you on your tongue before his eyes drank you in. A small, impatient whine started to form in your throat, but the slow stretch of his leaking cock took your breath away. 

“You feel incredible,” he sighed while you pulled him closer. His lips traced down your jaw, under your ear, letting you hear his soft, eager moans as he filled you. You could feel every vein throbbing as his shaft dragged through you, until there was nowhere left to fill. 

He stayed for a second too long, fully hilted within you, but your demanding body took over.

Law moaned, bracing himself on an arm to keep from falling onto you. Your hips were driving up to meet his, fucking onto him while you panted, starved for him. 

“Gods, you’re perfect.”

His praise was joined by deep, rolling thrusts that sent your eyes fluttering white. Still writhing beneath him, you gasped when his lips found yours again, one of his hands stroking your hair. 

“How does this feel, baby?”

He started to ask more, his voice rough as he checked in, but you couldn’t help but laugh. He started to slow, but you clawed at him. 

“So good,” you grinned, fighting to hold in another giggle. “You feel so good, sweetie pie.”

Law’s face, heavy with a mix of heat and concern jerked a bit, his eyes narrowing on you as his lips twitched. 

“What’s that now,” he dared, shoving into you just a bit faster while you choked on gasping laughs.

“You’re supposed to be,” you paused, overwhelmed by the feel of him, “so scary. But you’re just a sweetie–”

He shut you up with his tongue down your throat, his fingers fisting into your hair, but not hard enough. Breaking off the kiss, he flashed you that wicked smile, meeting your challenge to prove you wrong.

Your frenzied screams filled the room, but his blown out eyes never left your face, watching your every movement. Still so sweet while he hammered his cock into you. Emotion started to hit, and you didn’t want him to notice and stop. It just felt like a dream, being here with him. Any moment you would wake up to silk sheets, and invisible strings. 

Gratitude flooded you, even as your body hit a plateau. 

“I need you,” you begged, watching him start to lose that control he clings to. “Law, need to feel you come, plea–”

His thumb carved with the letter, “D,” found your clit, and you clenched your muscles while you screamed for him. You thrashed, letting your legs shake around his hips, and his thrusts stuttered, still so hard and deep as he moaned your name. 

He kissed you while he came, and you melted, your body swallowing him in. You wanted him to fill you forever, the hot spill of his pleasure more precious than anything you’d ever held. 

Your bodies stayed entwined, breathing into each other as you fought the pressure in your eyes. It felt like ages, yet still not long enough, when he threatened to pull away, leaving a beautiful whisper against your cheek before he moved.

“I missed you, Y/N.”

“Missed you too, sweetie pie,” you teased. You let your body drift into the air, a cloud of delicate water floating above the bed. Ethereal giggles left your form when Law grunted, the lower half of his body falling to the mattress without yours to rest inside. 

“Oh, I’m gonna get you for that,” he growled, rolling onto his back to look up at your hovering mist. 

“Not if I get you first,” you threatened with a kiss. You’d gone solid, straddling him, and giggling into his mouth when he dug fingers into your thighs. His low, dangerous chuckle made you shiver, gasping when he touched your face, rubbing his thumb across your lips. 

“You already got me,” Law teased, his eyes still dark as they poured over you. “Now it’s my turn to make you come.”

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a/n: Thank you for reading! I felt bad for all the smutty stop and go's, but I hope you don't mind. Trauma takes time, and healing isn't a linear path, but that doesn't mean that pleasure is out of the question. Patience, and a caring partner can make all the difference. I hope that none of you relate, but if you do, you're not alone. 🖤

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Part 5

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