Have this one friend who always fucks me until he cums, then stays inside of me until he gets hard again so he can keep going and it just makes me so dumb.
Always strokes my head and puts all his weight on me while cooing “there you go. Just gonna stay in that hole for a while. You feel too good all full of my cum to pull out. It’s okay. Such a good sloppy hole for me” while I whine at the feeling of his weight holding me down, his cock all the way inside of me, along with his cum, unmoving.
“Shhh, nooo it’s okay. You can take it. Yeah, such a good cum dump.”
threesome where we’re dp-ing a tboy… he’s sitting on my lap with my cock in his pretty cunt, the other guy behind him filling his ass. he’s squirming and whimpering about how full he is, so i’m running my hands up and down his sides and grabbing his ass to distract him, but that only makes him squirm more. telling him that he’s such a good boy and is taking us so well. stroking his dick and watching his holes clench around our dicks as he comes over and over again until he collapses forward onto me, tired and fucked out
with a s/o afraid of having sex ☆ as a brat tamer ☆ with a shy s/o during sex ☆ can’t handle it anymore ☆ dicktionary ☆ hotline ☆ learning the hard way
sfw
with an autistic s/o who loves to infodump ☆ dragonfly, i can be your butterfly ☆ provider ☆ ignoring him
Mihawk
n.sfw
with a shy s/o during sex ☆ with a s/o afraid of having sex ☆ dicktionary ☆ with a goth s/o ☆ infinite baths ☆ yes sir ☆ wrong boss
sfw
with a s/o who suffers from ptsd ☆ with a s/o who has little cooking experience ☆ dragonfly, i can be your butterfly
☆emperors
Buggy
n.sfw
with a shy s/o during sex ☆ dicktionary ☆ with a goth s/o ☆ feel me now
sfw
with a s/o who has little cooking experience
Shanks
n.sfw
with a s/o afraid of having sex ☆ in love with all of your curves ☆ i know you like it rough ☆ dicktionary ☆ beg for me ☆ no talk me i’m angy
And for you, I keep my legs apart (and forget about my tainted heart)
Pairing: Unspecified Male character x Male Reader
cw: 18+, age gap, (older man x younger male reader), anal fingering, riding, subtop male reader, dombot male character, size kink
Thinking about an old man going for a guy like you who definitely isn’t his type, with your scrawny frame, short height that barley reaches eye level on him, and with a meek presence that couldn’t even scare away a stray cat if you desperately tried to do so.
Yet you’ve somehow managed to gather the courage to buy someone like him- a man that could probably be your father or something, a drink. At least that’s what he thinks you’re doing. It’s hard to tell when you’re talking so much - well nervously rambling that is, about the interior choices made for the dingy bar and the nutritious value of their menu (fuck who cares?)
But he listens to you anyway while his eyes trail along your lanky frame, eyeing your every little reaction to him (What ? He’s bored and he has no interest in the mind numbing football game playing on the television nor the group of rowdy men who look like they’re on a mission to drink themselves to an early death)
So he watches; watches how you jump when your fingers accidentally brush, watches how you avoid eye contract when he leans in close to your ear to ask you something, watches how you stumble over your words when he laughs or smiles at something you said.
At some point he watches you start squirming around in your seat and that’s when he notices the outline of your boner showing through your ill fitting jeans (Jesus Christ, this is what you’ve been hiding kid?) Despite being in a dimly lit bar he can tell you’ve opted out of wearing briefs, cockhead firmly pushing against your jeans and casting a dark spot that’s probably the reason as to why you’re squirming around in your seat
Now it’s his turn to jump as your knees knock together, gaze avoiding yours because how is he supposed to look you in the eyes when he’d been shamelessly staring at your crotch? and now he’s the one who can’t get through a sentence without stumbling over his words because all he can think about is all the ways he could cum with the help of your cock.
It doesn’t take much before he’s inviting you back to his house.
For a moment you look surprised by the invite, probably haven’t expected that and truth be told he’s surprised himself since he usually isn’t one for one night stands and if he were to do one it would be in a cheap motel not in such an intimate space like his place. But something about you has him acting like a horny teenager who’d just seen their first pair of tits.
You’re quick to accept the offer though, even thanking him for inviting you into his home (such a strange thing to do but somehow he can’t help but be endeared by the gesture)
Well at his place you continue your nervous blabbering, talking about his choice of decor or lack there of (fuck you love to talk don’t you?) while he continues thinking about all the ways he’s going to cum tonight.
Eventually he leans in for a kiss, swiftly cutting off your blabbering, tongue slipping past your lips to and tasting the sweet drink you’d been sipping.
A breathy sigh escapes your lips, hips bucking against his and he can’t help but notice the way your hard cock is firmly pressing against him.
“Christ, take this off kid,” he breathes against your lips and tugs at the belt you’re wearing, watches in amusement as you practically yank it off of your body along with the pair of pants you’re wearing.
Once you’ve complety stripped down he can finally see what he’d been eyeing all night and yeah he was right, you’re big, bigger than anyone he’s taken before, cock girthy and curving past your belly button, with an angry vein protruding to the side and a heavy set of balls hanging between your thighs.
And in that very moment he can’t help but thank everything under the sun for having decided to wear a plug to the bar, hole twitching in anticipation at the thought of all the ways he’s going to be skewed onto your cock.
Just as he’s about to tug his own shirt off, you go to speak before swiftly halting yourself.
“What? You’re not about to tell me you’re a virgin are you?” He says, in a joking tone something that quickly fades into something more serious as you continue to stand there staring at him without saying a word.
Suddenly he feels like he’s been splashed with a bucket of ice cold water and the first thing on his mind is to tell you take your clothes and get out because he’s not fucking a virgin tonight, that’s for damn sure. However just as he’s about to utter those words you manage to splutter out a response.
“Nonono I’m not but-,” you try to say, hand aimlessly flailing in the air before you continue speaking . “…I just I- won’t last long.”
That’s when he laughs, a long hearty laugh, that has his head tipping back, hand clutching onto his stomach and he knows he should feel bad for laughing so much but he just hadnt expected those words to come out your mouth
When he finally manages to gather himself you’re looking absolutely flustered, hands fisting your clothes and looking like you’re about to sprint out of here and he can’t help but want to take you out of your miserry
“don’t worry about it kid, just sit down for me yeah?”He says, nods his head over to his worn out blue couch: the one he usually sits in to drink his morning tea, the one he usually falls asleep in while watching reruns of some forgotten tv series , the one that is now adorned with a pretty boy with sugary sweet lips, cock hard and weeping between your legs, just patiently waiting for someone like him to come sit on it.
The thought itself is enough to kick him into gear and as he proceeds to strip the clothes off him he can’t help but notice the way your gaze follows him closely, an observation that stirs something foreign inside of him
It’s been a while since someone looked at him like this -like really looked at him, not with pity in their eyes because they know death’s patiently waiting at his side but with pure hunger, as you trail your gaze over every mark, every scar, every inch of skin he uncovers as he slowly takes his clothes off.
He can only take so much before he feels compelled to speak “Easy there, if you continue on like this you’ll finish before we get to do anything “
That seems enough to snap you out of your trance, looking absolutely flustered and once again he can’t help but be endeared by you (Christ, he really needs to get get it together)
“Still sure about this?” he says, and busies himself with rummaging around for the lube and condom he keeps in a drawer.
He only gets a meek hum in response and when he turns his head to look at you he sees your gaze focused on his lower half, probably eyeing the plug he’s got on.
The realization has his hole twitching in anticipation before he’s walking over to you with lube and a condom.
“Seriously has anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” He asks with a small smile on his face.
“‘M sorry-“ you begin to say before he leans down and cuts you off with a kiss, even hears a moan of his own escaping his own lips. He’s kissed many men before, that’s for sure. Some kisses had been snuck in dark bars others have been done in a drunken haze while in cheap motels.
But they’ve never felt like this- hungry, frantic almost leaving him weak at the knees as you thrust your tongue into him, sharp teeth nipping at tender skin , and hands wandering all over his body as if you can’t get enough of him.
It takes everything in him to break the kiss , and he hears a sound of protest escapes your lips, hand desperately clawing at his hips to pull him back in.
“that’s enough,” he says voice all firm but there’s nothing but warmth in his gaze as he peers down at you . “Got to save some of the fun remember ? Gonna let this old man ride your cock?”
“Yes yes yes please I’ll do anything just please-” you cry out, practically choking up on your words, while keeping a vice like grip on him.
“Shh easy there” he says, and gently nudges you back into the chair, before swiftly pulling the plug out of him.
A gasp escapes his lips as the cold air blows on sensitive skin, hungry hole now clenching around nothing. “Christ!”
Despite the strong desire to jump your bones- especially with the way you’re looking at him right now, he knows that he isn’t stretched enough for your cock.
So he tosses the condom your way before he opens the cap to the lube bottle and pours the content into his hand, fingers making quick work of warming it up for him.
It doesn’t take much before he’s got his slick finger pressed up against his rim, pushing it inside without much resistance as a soft exhale escapes his lips “you’re - ah you’re so big kid, can’t ah can’t take you like this”
He only hears a strangled sound escape your mouth as the words roll off of his tongue, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he works a second finger inside.
“Fuck me,” he breathes out, head tipping back, as waves of pleasure start running down his spine, all while you closely watch him the entire time.
And as a third finger joins into the mix he turns his eyes to look at you, noticing the way you’re looking at him all teary eyed, poor neglected cock weeping against your stomach and his voice is all hoarse as he says the words “you can touch yourself son it’s alright ”
You don’t waste a second wrapping a hand around your dick, erratically stroking from rot to tip as you keep your eyes glued to him. “Ah fuck! Feels - feels so good sir please ! Need- ah fuck need to fuck you please sir please”
“God you should see yourself kid, so pretty like this, so eager for an old man like me,” he breathes out, continues moving his fingers in and out, almost matching the pace of your own hand.
He wonders if this is how it would feel being speared onto your dick, fat cockhead nudging against his prostate with every thrust of your hips, his hungry hole taking your size as if it were nothing.
“Sir- going to cum please-“ he hears you cry out and the sound of your words snap him back into the present moment.
“Stop,”
A strangled sob escapes your lips, almost reluctant to pull your hand away from your dick but obedient as you are you listen to him.
Atta boy
He walks over to you on shaky legs, hand cupping your teary soaked face, slick thumb brushing over your cheek as he says “Want you to cum inside me, that alright with ya?”
You furiously nod your head in response looking so ridiculous he can’t help but chuckle before he turns around for you.
And as he stands there caged between your legs he can’t help but notice the warmth radiating from your skin, the smell of your cologne that’s biting at his nostrils, and the sweet sounds you’ve been making all night that are now trickling straight into his ear.
It’s only then he realizes how very real this is and how this isn’t just another dream his lonely mind had conjured up for him.
“Go easy on me alright? Been a while since I did this with someone,” he says, feels your cockhead circling his entrance before you slowly push inside of him.
“Jesus Christ!” He says through gritted teeth, face scrunching up, and nails clamping onto the couch as his body gets accustomed to the feeling of being stretched around your dick.
“Is this ah- is this alright sir?” You say, under a shaky breath, body quaking as you continue to sink inside of him.
“Going to tear me in half kid” he barks out, as the burn persist. Every nerve in his body is practically screaming as you continue to push your way inside of him but despite all of that there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Eventually he gets used to the stretch, the burning sensation dulling a bit as his body starts to relax “Fuck just like that, going to make me feel so good aren’t you?” He murmurs out, hands loosening their grip on the couch as he shuffles around to get more comfortable.
“Yes yes yes please want to be good for you god please I need-“ you slur out, and he feels your body violently shaking beneath him.
“Shhh easy there,” he coos out, voice a bit wobbly as you finally bottom out.
He makes a point to ignore the way you’re buried so deep he can feel your ballsack kissing his ass, and can practically taste you at the back of his mouth, just so he can help you out “Breathe in for me yeah?”
Without fail you do as he says “now breathe out for me okay?” Just like before you do as he says, body now much less tense and head relaxing in the crook of his neck.
He gives you a couple of moments to catch your breath before he slowly raises his hips and pushes them back down again. “Oh- oh mpfh fuck!”
“Go-god- so- so good sir” he hears you cry out as his hungry hole continues to swallow your cock.
And fuck if he doesn’t agree, feels as if the breath has been punched out of him with every thrust of his hips, knees already screaming in protest but being way too addicted to the feeling of your cockhead continuously jabbing at his prostate.
“Mhp! Feels so good kid, think- ah think I can feel you here” he grunts out, hand blindly searching for your own before placing it on the slick skin of his stomach. “Feel it,”
“Ah fuck! Sir please please want to make you feel good please!” You sob into his neck, unable to do anything but take it as he bounces on your dick.
“But you are,” he says, makes sure to puncture every word with a thrust of his hips “going to make me cum just like this,” and he really means it, doesn’t need a warm palm around his dick with the way heat’s already coiling in the pit of his stomach.
“Going to cum too,” you whine out, hips now meeting his thrust which catches him off guard.
“Fuck! Just like that, keep going,” he says through gritted teeth, the fire in his abdomen growing stronger and overtaking everything in his body as you continue to slam into him.
“Think I’m gonna” you splutter out, hips stuttering.
“Yeah you gonna come inside this old man? Come on then want to feel you,” he manages to say, as the world around him starts to blur out, ears ringing loud and before he knows of it you’re cumming , a loud moan tumbling past your mouth as you clutch onto him for dear life.
It doesn’t take much before he too reaches his orgasm.
“Ah fuck!” He cries out, body quaking in your lap as hot white ropes of cum spurt onto his stomach.

For a moment there are no words exchanged as the two of you take the opportunity to catch your breath but when you finally decide to speak the first thing you say is “so how about round two?”
His eyes widen in surprise before he bursts into laughter “you’re going to kill me you know that kid?”
CW: Shanks is your dad’s friend in this au. Modern!AU. Fem!Reader. Toxic!Shanks. Age gap (Reader is in first year of College 20s and Shanks is about 40s), Degradation, dubcon, spanking, fingering, P/V, toxic coercion, manipulation. Slight voyeurism. Sex on top of a car. Nicknames (Baby and sweetie)
A/N: I um don't know what to say. Haha - hi? *twirls hair* I was listening to Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo while I posted this hah
WC:4.3k
You first met Shanks at a family barbeque, he was an old friend of your dad but he didn’t really look that old to you. Sure he had some stubble going on but his hair showed no signs of graying or another like that. When your dad began to introduce you to him, you first noticed the scarring over his eye, he catches you staring and winks at you. “Careful, look too long and you might end up falling for me.” Your face turned as red as his hair at that moment, your dad didn’t seem to take it seriously as he laughed and smacked Shanks’s back, “Ah, still up to your old tricks huh, Shanks?” Shanks laughed back, finally saying hello to you properly. You wished that you paid more attention to your dad’s words at that time…
Months passed before you saw Shanks again, this time you found him with a woman wrapped around his arm, walking into the cafe you were already sitting at. You didn’t pay him much attention and focused back on your lecture notes, scribbling down notes after notes, lost in your studying when Shanks plonked down on the seat across from you. He gave you a wide grin and a wave of his hand, “Yo! Y/N, right? Long time no see!” You were a bit startled but pleasantly surprised that he remembered you. You tucked some hair behind your ear as you greeted him, “Ah that’s me. Your name was Shanks?”
His eyes glinted as he leaned over closer to you, “Aw come on now, don’t tell me you forgot about little ol’ me that quickly?” He got really close to your personal space, placing a hand over your notebook even, making you focus solely on him. He stares at you for a couple of seconds, “Oh wow, you've gotten prettier since the last time I saw you? What’s your secret, hmm, baby?” That pet name he used went straight to your head, making you stutter as you try to think of what to say, Shanks chuckles, bringing his hand to softly pat your blushing cheeks. “Trade secret? I won’t tell if you don’t~” He winked, and his words were not lost on you, as he stood up to take the open seat directly next to you now.
Knocking your thighs together as he absentmindedly picks up your notebook and flips thru your notes. “Wow, smart and pretty, aren't cha?” He casually placed a hand on your thigh, his pinky faintly touching the hem of your skirt. “Hard to find girls like you nowadays…” He murmurs like he was talking to himself, you fidget under his touch, feeling hotness bubble up inside of you. “Um, Mister Shanks, can I have my notes back? I have an exam I need to study for.” He gasps dramatically, “Mister Shanks? I thought we were closer than that, baby.” He squeezes your thigh and lets go of it in the next second, placing your notebook back down, and getting up. You thought he was getting ready to leave but he took your phone from you and put his number in, throwing it back to you with a carefree smile, “If you ever need any help with your notes or anything else. Be sure to call me, ok, baby?”
He finally leaves you after that, assumingly back to that woman he came in with but you didn’t bother to check as your heart and mind was reeling from that interaction with him. That night you stared at the number saved on your phone under the contact ‘Shanks <3’, you didn’t text him that night. You didn’t text him at all actually, chalking his actions up to it all being some sort of game to him. You were more focused on your studies at the moment, you couldn’t be roped up in some random older guy’s scheme. So more months pass, you did well in your studies and even found yourself a boyfriend! Forgetting all about Shanks during that time.
Shanks did come over though, more often during this period, he and your dad started hanging out more so he was invited to some family dinners. He didn’t do much except for the occasional touches and multiple winks. He asks you about your studies and stuff you like at the dinner table. You try not to blush a lot when he talks to you, but he makes it hard from how he focuses his attention on you. Giving follow-up questions, remembering things you told him from the previous dinner, and even giving you small gifts from time to time. You were slowly warming up to his charms, falling for all his honeyed words and alluring touches.
It was supposed to be another nice family dinner with Shanks again this week, something that you look forward to. But tonight as you walked into your home, you slammed the door behind you and walked straight to your room without a word. Your parents came to check up on you, knocking on your door and asking if everything was alright, but you shooed them off saying that everything was fine. But, everything was not fine, you just found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you for months now, you just confronted him earlier that day and broke up, so all the pain and emotions were crashing down on you.
You buried your head under your pillow as you wailed and cried your little heart out, you heard the door creak open but mumbled “Go away.” to whoever came in. They didn’t seem to listen though as you felt your bed dip and a soothing hand start to rub at your back. You angrily shot up to yell at them, “I told you to go away!”, tears blurring your vision you could still see that this was not your parents but Shanks who came in to soothe you. His hand is still on your back as you gape at him, “Easy there, sweetie.” You threw your pillow at him, smacking him right in the face, you felt a little bit bad seeing him just take the hit full on without even dodging or taking his hand away.
He grabbed the pillow and placed it by your side, “Feel better?” his hand continued to rub circles on your shoulders, lessening the tension you first felt when he came in. His tone was so soft and sweet, that your walls were melting bit by bit and you threw yourself on to him this time. Clutching at his shirt, bawling your heart out, spilling tears and all the things your ex-boyfriend ever did to you. His shirt was getting wet but he didn’t seem to care, pulling you in closer to sit on his lap as he tucks his chin on your head and envelops his arms around you. His scent invaded your nose, a musky and spicy cologne that he always wore, it made your head spin a bit.
His hand weaves through your hair, petting it gently as he cooed to you, listening quietly to your woes. As your voice gets more hoarse later on, falling to whimpers and burbles, he leans back, cupping your face in his hands. You shake your head, trying to cover your face from him seeing it. “Aw, come on now, baby. Let me see that pretty face of yours.” He slowly takes your hand into his, and tilt your chin up to face him. You knew you looked like a mess right now, you felt like a mess right now. But as soon as Shanks saw your face, he gave you a long smooch on your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks, lingering on each kiss a bit longer than the last.
“There’s my girl, that guy doesn’t know what he lost.”
His stubble tickles you a bit with each kiss he places on you, making you feel almost giddy on the inside. His words and action were stirring something inside of you, making you do something that you wish you could take back. You surge forward, planting your lips on his, even going as far to poke your tongue out at him. “Mmpf!” Shanks was shocked at this sudden intrusion, allowing you to slip your tongue in his mouth sloppily, tasting a strange mixture of mint and something bitter, remembering that he usually likes to sips wine at the table. He pushes you away once your hand goes to paw at his bulge.
Hands gripping down on your shoulders as he stares at you, wide eyes, lips parted and a bit swollen and shiny with your lipgloss smeared all over it. You teared up again, blubbering out an apology as shame filled your gut. “I-I’m really sorry, oh my fucking god, what’s the hell wrong with me? I-” Shanks holds your tear stricken face in his hands and wipes away the oncoming tears, shushing you gently, “It’s alright, haha, I’m not mad that a cute girl like you decided to come on to me, to be honest. But, tell me, sweetie, is this something you really want?” His tone got deeper, laced with something that made your stomach churn.
Shanks leans in to kiss you on the lips again, tracing your bottom lips with his tongue tenderly. Pulling away and chuckling as you whine, hands clutching on his shirt, eyes begging for more. “Now, now, your parents are still worried, waiting in the kitchen, I don’t think you want them to come in here and find us like this, now would we?” His hands travel down your chest, squeezing at them for a bit, before unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers dancing on the edge of your panties. “Don’t worry though, baby, after all, I did promise your parents that I’d help you. But only if you can beg me for it, can you do that for me?”
His fingers dip inside your panties, feeling the wetness that was already forming, his tone changed again when he asked, “Can you say ‘Please make me feel good, Shanks?’” You hiccup the words he wanted out, feeling your mind start to get hazy from his actions already, his other hand leads your head down onto his shoulder. “Good girl, now try to be quiet for me, alright?” He didn’t spare another second after asking that, his fingers moving quickly inside of you, plunging in with such precision that you felt an orgasm building fast already. You bit down on his shoulder as the almost shocking orgasm washed over you, muffle your screams and moans.
Shanks fingers left you, making you clench around nothing, feeling utterly empty, he laughs outright when you whine. His digits poking at your lips, as you obediently opened your mouth to lick them clean. After you were done, he pats your head and gives you one last kiss, “I have to go now, sweetie. Be a good girl and try not to worry your parents, yeah?” When you tug at his shirt and ask him to stay, his face changes into a disappointed one. “I thought I told you to be a good girl, yeah? You can handle the night without me, can’t you? You’re a big girl, sweetie.” He sighs out, making you drop his shirt and shrinks back into yourself with a soft “Sorry..” escaping your lips.
His mood instantly changes upon seeing you so docile, cupping your chin up and pressing a heated kiss on your lips, with a promise of, “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you soon, sweetie. I’ll be sure to show you what a real man is.” And with that, he left, closing your bedroom door behind him. You try to strain your ears to catch the words he was saying to your parents but they were too far away for you to make any sense of it. You crawled back in your bed, too tired to clean up or change, opting to just throw away your jeans, rubbing your thighs together as the slick in between started to feel uncomfortable. Sleep that night came fast but it was not peaceful, you tossed and turned, your mind replaying your breakup with your ex and what happened with Shanks in your bedroom. You didn’t know what to feel about it or the words he said to you.
Shanks disappeared for a couple of weeks after that incident, you asked your dad once when he was coming over for dinner again but your dad just shrugged saying that Shanks seemed to be busy. Bitterness bubbles up in your heart, Shanks was just like those other guys, he didn’t care about you. You pushed down any feelings of attachment or affection for him, that was until, one day after you were done with class and was walking home. A red mustang pulled up right beside you, the window rolled down and Shanks winked at you from the driver seat.
You didn’t know if you wanted to cry from happiness or anger at this point, you chose anger seeing at how casually he greeted you like nothing happened. “The hell do you want?” You spat out, eyebrows furrowed in, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Shanks got out of the car and came to embrace you, strong arms trapping you in his hold. The tears came out as you smack and hit at his chest, venting out your frustrations at him. Your meager attacks barely did any damage to him apart from the sparse grunts. Once you exhausted your strength and your body limped on to Shanks, him rubbing those same damning circles on your back that always seem to calm you down.
Your cries settled down to barely audible whimpers and Shanks usher you in his car. You slump down in the passenger seat and he buckles you in, getting in the driver seat soon after. You lean your head on the window, watching the scenery pass you by, silently cursing yourself for being so easy. You should be more mad at him, curse him out more, hit him more, but when Shanks’ hand comes to squeeze your thigh and he gives that charming smile, your heart shoves your rational mind out of the way.
“Why did you leave?”
Shanks turns down the radio, glancing at you, “What was that, baby?” You dry swallowed, feeling your throat burn a bit, he’s still using that nickname on you. “You left, without a word. You left me alone, after what happened, I mean, I thought that…” You trail off, pressing your head against the window, feeling childish for voicing out your feelings to a man almost twice your age. Shanks let out a hum, his hand on your thigh started to trace small circles and a repeating pattern on it. It was almost hypnotic the way he does it, you immediately felt your body calming down from his touch alone.
“Sorry, something came up for me, and I got super busy. I wanted to contact you, but I don’t have your number, remember? And it’s not like I can contact your dad and be like ‘Hey, can you tell your cute daughter who I fingered bang in your house that I’ll be busy for a couple of weeks?’”
You swat at his shoulder, with no malice or anger this time, giggling as you do so. “Shanks!” He sticks out his tongue at you as a retort. “I really am sorry, baby. That’s why I’m taking you somewhere special tonight.” You sink back in your seat, fiddling with your hands a bit. “Where are we going?” Shanks turns to look at you for a second, winking, “Somewhere special, I promise you’ll love it.” That ‘somewhere special’ turned out to be on top of a hill, overlooking the city. Far away enough from the light pollution so that the night sky shone like diamonds above the two of you.
Shanks took your hand and led you out of the car to view the sights, “Pretty, isn’t it?” His hand slid down to your back, you scoff and cross your arms, “If you’re gonna say ‘But it is not as pretty as you’ I’m gonna leave.” Shanks laugh heartily at that, squeezing your waist and pulling you in his side. “Is that what boys your age say?” You chewed on your lips for a bit, thinking of what to say. “Why does that matter to you?” You felt a little bit smug for only a couple of seconds as Shanks pinned your back to the front of his mustang. Easily lifting you up and pushing you back on the hood, forcing his knee to come right in the middle of your skirt.
He nipped at your neck as his sultry voice murmured out, “Cause I believe that I promised that I would show you what a real man is, isn’t that right?” Your hands clawed at his back, as his knee started to nudge under your skirt, rubbing a wet spot on your panties. “Wait-here? What if someone sees us?” Your nails dig in a bit as he replaces his knee with his hand instead, sucking in a heavy breath at feeling how drench you already gotten. “No one comes up here besides me and I think you like the idea of getting caught, don’t you? Daddy’s precious little girl is a needy slut, isn’t she?”
You liked to think that you were better than this, to let some older man degrade you and fuck you out in the open. Haven’t you learned your lesson from your last ex and hearing all those stories fuck boys and frat boys around campus. Shanks exude the same kind of energy those guys have, confident, arrogant, charming, all wrapped in a hot package with red hair and clean stubble. Speaking of ‘packages’ you wonder if Shanks can back all his talk, as Shanks’ hand expertly began to plunge in and you of you in a swift pace. Your thighs shakes and tense up, as your moans and whimpers fill the night air.
Shanks bit down on your neck hard enough to leave a painful mark on it, you hiss in pain, clawing even deeper on his back. The sudden pain with his increasing pace made you reach your peak hard, legs spasming out, ankles locking in behind his back. His hands roughly pull up your skirt and rip open your blouse, a few buttons breaking off in the action. Tugging down your bra and latching a mouth on your nub. Biting at one and tweaking the other one with his hand, it was painful to say the least, you tried to tell Shanks just as much but he just replied with; “Hah? You can take it, can’t you? You’re a big girl. Smart, pretty, more mature than the other sluts at your campus, right?”
He wasted no time, sliding your panties to the side, you didn’t even realize that he got his cock out and was already slapping it against your sensitive bud. You flinch and try to crawl away, pushing yourself further back on the hood of the car, but Shanks shakes his head and makes a disappointed noise at you. “You’re really going to do this now? Tch, looks like I was wrong about you after all.” He didn’t make a move to pull you back in, just leaning back and shaking his head once more as he looked down at you with a disapproving glare. “Guess, I’ll just take you back home.”
Your heart leaped into your throat, your stomach twisted into a pit of anguish, you grabbed Shanks’ wrist and yelled. “Wait! No, I’m ok now! I just-I just was surprised, but I want to do this, I swear-please don’t leave me again.” Your tears welled up again as you blubbered on pleas for Shanks to stay. Shanks yanks you forward, bringing you chest to chest with him, “You really want this?” You nod frantically, Shanks smiles at that, wiping away your fat tears with the back of his hand. “You know what to say then, right? Tell me how much you want my cock, sweetie.”
You nod again, gulping down shakily, “I want it, I want your cock to fuck me, please, Shanks, please.” Shanks gripped your chin forcefully, applying pressure as his eyes darken over when he stared down at you. “Yeah? Are you going to be a good girl now and listen?” “Yes, yes, please, I’ll be good for you, I’m a good girl for you, Shanks.” Shanks growls, releasing your chin and twisting your body around so your back is now to him, as he bends you over the hood of his car. “Good, but that doesn’t mean you’re not gonna get punished for what you did earlier.”
You didn’t really know what you did that warrant a punishment but you were too afraid to get on Shanks’ bad side again and make him leave so you complied. Hands scrambling to find purchase on the slippery surface of the car’s hood as you got spanked. You cried in pain, begging for him to go a bit softer but he answered you with another spank, “Take your punishment like a big girl.” Smack! Smack! Your legs barely were able to keep you up at this point, being pushed aside by Shanks’ knees as he positioned himself behind your entrance, his bulbous head gliding over your folds twice.
Collecting some of your arousal on his tip before he started pushing it in, the stinging pain combined with the pain of being stretched out almost made you pass out but you held on. Shanks lets out a hefty sigh as he fully bottoms out inside of you, hands reaching over to play with your clit to give you some relief as he angles his hips back and slam into you. Over and over again, wet plaps sounded in the air mixed along with his grunts and your soft whimpers and moans. His other hand holds on to your hips firmly, pulling you back on his cock as you bounce off with each smack.
Whether it was because Shanks was a good fuck, the pain and exhaustion of everything before, or a combination of all, you felt another orgasm coming on quick. Your stomach coiled up but your lips couldn’t form any words to let Shanks know that you were about to burst. But he felt it though, from how much your cunt started to tighten up around him.
“That’s it, baby, take it, take my cock in that slutty pussy of yours.”
He starts to go faster.
Plaps Plaps Plaps
“Not such a fuckin bitch, anymore, aren’t cha? Just needed to get fucked and you’re behaving well, again.”
Plaps Plaps Plaps Plaps
“Nghh, fuck, good girl, such a good pussy for me, fuck, I love you.”
And with that being said, you released the coil in your stomach, squirting all over his cock, as Shanks groaned and pulled out, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you down on your knees in front of him. “Open.” He grasped open your chin, tapping his cock on your cheek until your tongue lolled out, spurts of hot white cum covered your face and mouth. He lets go so you could swallow down the bitter substance. After a few seconds of panting from the both of you, Shanks leaves you for a bit, as you hear the sound of his car door opening and rustling, Shanks comes back with a bag.
Grabbing some towels and wipes from the bag, he starts to clean you up, gently and lovingly, all the while praising you for your effort. Your mind was in turmoil after this sudden switch, your thoughts went back to what he said before. “I love you.” You wondered if he really did mean that, “There, all cleaned up, you did a great job, baby.” He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead and helped you on your feet, ushering you in the passenger seat once more. You slumped in the chair, inhaling the crisp clean of his air freshener and the leather seats.
“Now, where do you like to shop for clothes, baby?” You tilt your head at his question, making him chuckle; “What? I can’t let you go back home looking like that, now can I? Don’t worry though, I’ll pay for everything, just let me know what you want and where to go, sweetie.” He started up the car and began heading back down the hill. Turning the radio on on a nice volume, as the two of you rode in silence for most of the time. You look over to him alot, with fear, confusion, admiration, love, lust, and so many other emotions swirling around inside of you.
You needed answers but you didn’t know what questions you should ask first. Do you really love me? What was that about? Do you do this to other girls too? Why did you hurt me? What am I to you? However the only question that you ended up asking Shanks that night was; “Can I see you again soon?” Shanks looks at you, with that charming smile of his, and brushes his hand on your cheek; “Of course, baby, I’m not letting you go that easily.”
And to be fair, no one can blame you. There are times when you and Ace just stop seeing each other for weeks, even months. So it’s normal to be starving for each other’s touch.
That’s basically how you find yourself, riding Ace. You don’t really know how long you’ve been going at it. Minutes? No. Hours? Probably.
Your legs are burning at this point, and it feels like you’ve been running non-stop, but you couldn’t really care. You were sweating too much, and at this point, your head was resting on his shoulder.
Ace, on the other hand, was on cloud 9. He just knows he’s a sucker for overstimulation. If you asked him how many orgasms he has had, he wouldn’t be able to give a proper answer. He lost count after 5. He could feel his cum and your juices oozing out of your hole, dripping down his thighs to the sheets. He was also sweating, and his hair was now sticking to his face. His ragged breathing was tickling your left cheek.
The room felt hot, way too stuffy. “A-ace.” You managed to say all while he was pounding into your abused hole.
“I know, I just can’t stop.” You could feel the way the tip of his cock was repeatedly hitting your G-spot. “You feel heavenly angel.” You closed your eyes. You felt like a rag doll. He was manhandling you however he pleased. You just had to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. Once in a while, your hips would roll over, matching his thrust, earning a load moan from both of you.
“Ace, plea-“ Your eyes rolled back the moment you could feel your stomach tighten, an orgasm building up.
“What angel? Do you want to stop? Do you want me to stop?” He picked up the pace. “Please don’t make me stop.” You quickly shook your head, and he grinned.
“Keep going.” You sighed. You didn’t need to tell him twice. Each pump was slow, in such an agonizing but incredible way. He didn’t need to rush, he didn’t want to. He could feel you squeezing him hard, as if your pussy was trying to milk him dry.
“That’s it, are you close, baby?” You hummed, too tired to even speak. “Please let me feel you, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” He was such a mess. Babbling nonsense, begging. You could feel your pussy throbbing. Everything was just too much, and it was enough for you to get your release.
You were now gushing all over his cock. You couldn’t even believe it. He made you squirt, you squirted all over him, and that’s all it took for Ace to come once again inside of you, cum filling you up so nicely.
“Fughhh... You… Fuck angel, I need to feel you doing that again, ok?” He didn’t even let you rest. He once again started moving. You whined. Maybe you and Ace weren’t able to spend more time together, but the wait was worth it.
Desc - Shanks has been feeling off ever since the pollen incident.
cw: smut, self indulgent non-realism (like a lot)
tw - just read it bro.. trust me.. *holds ur balls*
It’s been a little over a month and both you and Shanks are fully healed. This should be all good, but you still haven’t talked about what happened. More specifically Shanks hasn’t talked about it. There's a reason for that, though! He hasn’t been postponing it out of malicious intent, it’s just ever since Shanks has healed he feels… different. Not pain nor lingering injury, no, this is something more concerning than that. His body itself has changed. The random throbs of pleasure, the discomfort of his clothes rubbing against his skin, instinctively squirming when you’re close; all with an inability to stop it. Still, he can’t force this on you, he needs to hold back. You’re his subordinate and he’s the captain, taking advantage of you is wrong. Taking advantage of your guilt from what you did.. it’s wrong. It’s wrong it’s wrong, he repeats that every time; but how long can he tell himself this?
“Hah.. Hah..” Shanks lays on his bed, feeling hot. Another day of holding it in; avoiding you is difficult but necessary. Who knows what he would reveal if you two were alone? His eyes trail to the side of his bed where your flowers sit in a vase, still so beautiful and bright. He remembers how you put one in his hair, and how you fucked him with it there. The memory moves his hand to his stomach.
“Wanna see you.” You mumble while tilting him up. Right as his back meets your torso you slam inside suddenly.
Shanks inhales sharply through his teeth at the throb of pleasure inside him. His hand rushes in his pants to his cock, quickly stroking it to try and get off. He bucks into it, feeling the pent up energy from these last few weeks, but once again it’s not enough. There’s something he hasn’t tried yet, he didn’t want to resort to this in fear that it would only confirm something deeper. He takes his bottoms off, grabs a bottle of lube under his bed, and lays on his stomach. It may not be the most comfortable but it’s mimicking the position from back then.
Shanks gasps, you’re huge; yet it doesn’t hurt. It feels good, like your dick is stretching his body so much it's forcing the orgasm from his body.
The redhead sinks a finger inside and immediately moans into his pillow. This is so much better than jerking off. Any worry pushes to the side, how can he care now? He’s finally getting closer than he’s gotten from before. He adds another, then another, it’s so close. Almost there. He’ll finally get release after so much time being helpless,
“No!” but it stops. He can’t tip over the edge. He tries massaging his prostate, going fast, going slow, thrusting onto the mattress at the same time; none of it works. It’s so unbearably close but that brink is blocked yet again. Again and again, 3 weeks of being edged. He lets out an angry and frustrated yell into his pillow, then a sad whine. This confirms what he was fearing, he can’t get off without you. This is unbearable even for him and it's only getting worse. He needs more. He needs you. Even if it’s just a little.
(YOUR POV)
Ever since the pollen incident you’ve been feeling off, but how could you admit that? It’d be admitting you can’t see your captain the same way, that you keep imagining him under you when you’re close. It’s admitting that you’ve become perverted even though you’re the one who did him wrong. It shouldn’t be this way. At some point you were even hoping the feeling was a temporary side effect, but you’re completely healed; this is all you. You’ve tried to stop it, to meditate, take cold showers, you even jerked off to the memory; but all that did was make the guilt worse until you stopped masturbating altogether. What’s worse, the guilt wasn’t enough for the feelings to even weaken. Your admiration and pure love has been turned into a lustful hunger. You want to fuck him again, you want to hear him love it. You want to feel him squeeze and tremble with orgasm after orgasm until he’s soft inside and out. It’s wrong. You need to stop. You need to apologize and move on, what he did was just a favor. He hasn’t even mentioned it since then, and seems to be avoiding alone time with you. How long are you going to feel like this until it goes away?
“Ugh..” You shift around in your sleep, feeling something heavy on your body. You know what this is; this must be the weight of your guilt. It’s what you deserve, you’ll have to sleep like this… but it’s moving now, not roughly but definitely moving. It’s almost like someone is on top of you, but who?
“Dammit, why isn’t even this enough? I shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.” You hear a voice and groggily open your eyes to see your captain on his stomach on top of you. His face is noticeably flushed and distressed as his head rests on you. You freeze from shock and he feels your muscles tense.
“You’re awake.” His eyes widen and he quickly turns guilty. “I’m sorry, I tried taking care of this myself but.. actually I guess you don’t understand what I mean.”
“Huh..?” You’re still a little out of it but groan when you feel him scoot down to grind onto your cock through your pants. You’re already hard, how long was he here?
“How do I explain this..” He’s trying to keep his composure, but is clearly struggling to. It’s as if his morals and needs are fighting and his morality is losing. You instinctively buck upwards and his eyes widen before he bites his lip; then he speaks. “I know it’s wrong to pressure you into this, but I need it, (Y/n). I feel like I’ll go insane without it”
“Need it?” You ask, getting concerned as your groggy brain attempts to put things together. You finally put it together and your cheeks flush. “T-This? Me!?” He nods.
“Just do something, anything. It doesn’t even have to be all the way.” He’s begging, starting to move like he’s slowly riding you through your clothes. Your breath hitches.
‘Is this a dream?’ It feels real but this is so unexpected you aren’t sure what to believe. You know Shanks can be shameless sometimes but isn’t this a little too shameless? Maybe your condition is getting worse and you’re having wet dreams now.
“Don’t look like that, do you still feel guilty?” He asks and you look away. “You shouldn’t.” He falters. “Well maybe you should, but not in the way you are.” It’s hard to converse with his head fuzzy. His hand grips yours and puts it to his chest to feel his thumping heart. “I shouldn’t have avoided you, but if you want to feel guilty then take responsibility for this, okay?” This really does feel like a wet dream, there’s no way he’s saying all this lewd stuff for real. Shanks tilts his head in confusion “Do you think you’re dreaming?”
“Oh! Uh..” If you say yes will this dream end? You kinda really don’t want it to, not that you’ll admit that since that’d be-
“(Y/n), you love me right?” Your eyes widen. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve revealed you actually want this, that this could be a wet dream of yours, but he starts to change.
“Huh!? You know!?” He chuckles, leaning back to grind better while giving a better view of his own erection.
“I do. I know. I love you too.” He’s losing it despite the slight nervousness. Desperation will do that to a person. “So I’ll be your.. cumdump.” He clears his throat. “I don’t mind. No dream.” You tint beet red.
“S—Shanks.” You hesitantly call his name. You don’t know what’s going on, but if this is true then you aren’t going to question it. You’re supposedly one sided love is no longer one sided.
“Yes?” He answers eagerly and you sit up to kiss him, biting his lip so he parts them. This isn’t a dream! He loves you! You pull back.
“Okay, I will.” Your eyes intensify and your captain’s face lights up.
“P-Perfect!” His eyes unfocus. “That’s, thank the stars.” He lets out a sigh before his face turns to perverted relief. “I’m free~♡” Shanks leans in and presses his mouth to yours. You two begin to make out, the redhead groaning when you grip the back of his head. He sinks off the bed to the ground while you adjust to sit at the edge. Once he’s down he stares at the bulge before pulling your bottoms down and revealing your cock. “Ah.” Something clicks in his head and his pupils dilate before he licks it wet, taking the tip into his mouth with a hum.
‘Uwaa.. he’s really into this!’ You think to yourself as he licks a bead of precum off of you.
“Strong, were you too guilty to jack off?” His strong hand wraps around your shaft and pumps. “You don’t have to be anymore. Lucky for me though~” With that, he takes you into his mouth before you can answer.
“Fuck!” His jaw is clearly struggling to accommodate and it only takes a little over half your length to reach the back of his throat. Still, he bobs his head with slurping sounds, ignoring his own gag reflex to take you into his warm and wet throat with desperate brown eyes. Shanks isn’t just doing this for your own pleasure, it’s for his own sanity; and that realization breaks whatever control you had left. You grab his pretty red hair and use it to push his head down your cock til his nose hits your pelvis. He’s struggling to breathe, yet he only moves his hand to fist his own hard-on while your dick twitches. You’re reaching your finish, fucking his face faster and faster until you spurt thick pent up cum down his throat. It keeps coming and he starts to choke. His gags squeeze around your dick harshly as you let out, the redhead gurgling sperm til a bit seeps from his nose. He’s trembling, but not from pain. No, your rough treatment only made him cum, that’s why he’s gagging. Once you’re done you pull out with white coating his tongue and drool running down his chin. His eyes look up at you, a deep crimson matching his hair. Ah, he’s enamoured.
“Mnn~” Shanks swirls the cum over his taste buds before swallowing and licking whatever is left off of you; this is what he needed, and he wants more. This addicting feeling of no responsibilities but being a pretty toy to feel pleasure. How could he resist such temptation? How could you resist him?
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“Ah♡ ah♡ ah♡” A naked Shanks lets out slutty moans with a smile while you pound into him from behind. He looks back towards where you two connect, propped onto his forearm with his hips eagerly moving back onto yours. “S-So good~!” There’s already a pool of cum on the bed from both his leaking cock and previous orgasms. Your hand rests on his hips and you start to move him faster with a moan from him every time your hips meet his ass. The sounds fill the room as you get close, gripping his throat as you finally bottom out and fill his ass with jizz. You let go of him and his head hits the pillow, finishing from being used by you.
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“Ahhn~” You’re standing, holding Shanks in your arms as you move him up and down your length. He gave up clinging to you a while ago, leaning back and letting you thrust up into him how you like. A particularly harsh thrust slams into his prostate and he cries out, cumming onto both his and your stomach. You only go faster, it’s overstimulating him. No complaints from your captain, though, instead relaxing more to be manhandled. You dig your fingers into his flesh and pull him all the way down, another load put right into his body. He spreads his legs, happily giving you a good view.
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“Yes! Gods, ah♡! More more~!” The sounds of his pleas echo through the ship as you fuck him in a mating press. He’s already cum twice from this position and his muscles strain yet the pain is nothing to him compared to the pleasure of being fucked into the mattress. “Ah! Nn~” His moans are interrupted by your mouth on his, his arm wrapping around the back of your neck as your tongue marks every part of his mouth. He loves it, he loves you; and his insides will milk your cock as many times as you want as long as he gets to be yours. Your thrusts get sloppier and his legs kick slightly from glee knowing that you’re close again. You bend him more and he trembles before his soft walls squeeze around you in a dry orgasm, your tongue invading his mouth until you’re pumping cum into your precious captain again. “♡!” He lets out a squeak of joy when he feels his stomach bulge from being your cumdump. “~♡”
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You sigh in relief and pull out of Shanks with a small pop, leaving cum pouring from his ass while he lays there twitching with red hair sticking to his forehead. Cum permeates both sides of his body, he coughs and more of your semen gushes out from the pressure. You bend down and kiss his cheek.
“I love you, Shanks.”
“L..Love you too..” His tongue tastes like you, he wonders how long that’ll last.
EXTRA
Shanks sits on the deck next to you, feeling pleased now that he’s both in a relationship with you and no longer pent up. While you two talk you’re suddenly approached by crewmembers with Beck at the front.
“So, you got a new hobby, Captain?” The first mate looks tired. “A loud one?” Your eyes widen, you forgot about that. You look at the aforementioned captain and a nervous smile forms on his face.
“Oops.”
“Don’t ‘oops’ us!” The crew yells. Can’t a grown man be a little slutty?
Whatt!? That was so pornographic and explicit! Who wrote that!? It couldnt have been me, im but an innocent soul with the delicate heart of a maiden! <- (wrote it.) Still, perhaps i get too into it when i write smut, but this was quite explicit. I may have written Shanks to be a bit too slutty, but when you're edged for 3 weeks you get a bit impatient, right? It was quite a struggle to write him in character while him being, himself, not in character due to the effects of what happened in the main part. But still, when you've got so many responsibiliites it feels nice to not worry.. Shanks is definitely not stable either so that would definitely play into it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this! Wonder who would write such a thing tho <- (wrote it)
ur zoro fic was so good omfg ftm bratty ace x ftm dom reader?? I need him So bad
MAKE ME FEEL GOOD — TOP! FTM! READER x ACE
synopsis. ace thinks that it doesn't feel good for you when the two of you have sex. you prove him wrong. the sex is fucking brilliant, actually. wc. 2.1k
tags: reader turns ftm! bratty! ace into a pillow princess, dom! reader, breeding kink, wet & messy, riding, double ended strap-on, it vibrates goddammit, strap referred to as cock sometimes, no female anatomy terms for reader, bit of hurt/comfort, imaginary creampie, holy shit they're fr about making babies, this is filthy and i love it
Ace squirmed on your thick dildo, soaked cunt pulsing around it as he struggled to balance on your lap. At the additional weight, the protruding toy on the other end of the strap-on slipped deeper into you, making you shiver.
“Y-you said you’d finally let me top, you fucker!” he gasped, eyes teary with contempt. “For once!”
“To be fair, you are on top,” you muttered absent-mindedly, distracted by the way his slick dripped down the remaining inches of your cock that he couldn’t take in one go. His nails dug into your shoulders as he let out a loud whine, demanding your attention.
“Not like this!” Ace moaned, and despite his protests, his hips had started to roll against the toy, trying to take more of it inside him. “Want to—make you feel good too, it’s not always about me—”
“I feel good too. And seeing you feel good makes me feel good,” you told him truthfully, planting your hands on his waist as you guided him down your cock, thumbs pressing gentle circles into his skin to soothe him. “Besides, I wanted to try using this. The vendor said it vibrated.”
His eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and something more. “This thing vibrates?”
“Yeah—there’s the remote. Hngh, fuck, don’t move so suddenly.” Ace jerked in your lap to grab the remote in your hands, making the small toy inside you shift. Feeling emboldened by your reaction, he harshly rocked his hips downwards with a keen, fully seated on your lap now.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling.
You frowned. “Shit, do you need more lube? Did I stretch you out enough? Does it hurt?” you asked worriedly as he shook his head, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of a fat cock pushing past his entrance and rearranging his insides.
“No. No, just start moving.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I’m getting bored, so move!”
You held in a scoff at his poor attempt to rile you up. How typical of him.
“You’re sitting on top of me, firecracker. How d’you want me to move?”
Ace opened his mouth to argue, but then promptly froze, flushing as he realised his position. He was still unused to the one being on top—usually it was him with his face pressed down into the sheets and ass up to the heavens, you pounding so sweetly into his pussy from behind as he cried out your name.
Tiny crimson flames erupted from his skin and he scowled, embarrassed. “I knew that.”
“Yeah. Of course.” You looked at him, his thighs trembling as his cunt clenched around the dildo, sitting there like a whiny brat that just got told off. “Darling,” you murmured, taking his hands into your own, to which he swatted away. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to!”
Ace scowled, raising his head to look at you, and you saw the tremble of the wet sheen in his dark eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, confidently, and you stifled a smile.
“Sure.” If you can.
You gave his hips an encouraging squeeze as he began to lift himself. His thighs were already spasming with the effort, and he let out a soft gasp, head falling forward to knock against your shoulder—unintentionally giving himself the best angle possible.
He held in his breath as more and more of the toy was exposed, and he clenched around it experimentally, watching as globs of lube mixed with his slick were pushed out with a squelch. He was stretched so, so impossibly wide around you, and it was obscene.
“Ace. Relax. Just a little more.”
“I—fucking know, hah, dammit! You’re not the one—taking this fat cock,” he whimpered, shivering and gasping softly as the entire length of the dildo was revealed, the plump tip rubbing against his folds. “Gonna—gonna move now. So brace yourself.”
Without waiting for your response, he suddenly relaxed his taut thighs, letting gravity drop him on your cock, slamming himself down all the way in one go—and he threw his head back, letting out a garbled moan as his eyes crossed. It was so fucking deep inside him, even deeper than before, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from making any noise, blessed by the erotic sight on your lap and the fact that the toy inside you was pressing at a new angle that had you clenching around it.
“So good, babe,” you mumbled. “You’re doing so great.”
Ace didn’t respond, and your eyes trained onto his exposed Adam's apple as it bobbed.
“Ace?”
The fingers gripping your shoulders trembled with effort to hold himself still as Ace took in a shaky breath through his teeth. As you saw the glistening of tears down the side of his cheeks, you knew something was wrong.
“Shit, you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” he managed weakly.
“You sure you’re alright? We can stop if you want—”
“I’m—fine. Stop asking to stop—f-fuck, do you not want me anymore?” he whimpered, wet eyes finally gazing at you with hurt and scorn as tears started to roll down his face. “Is that it? Did you get tired of me ‘cause you don’t feel good when we fuck?”
So that was why he was so insistent on topping you.
“No,” you sighed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s nothing like that, love. I was just worried about hurting you.”
“Oh.” He visibly flushed from the kiss, trying to bite down a smile at the relief that flooded him.
“And again. Your ‘good’ is my good. So stop worrying and feel good for me.”
“But you won’t feel as good as I—”
You kissed him, muffling any other protests. “I swear on my life, I do.”
“Fine,” Ace huffed. “But you could never hurt me—it’d be my choice if that ever happened.” He turned his head to the side with a blush, averting your heated gaze. You were smirking, ideas rushing through your mind that you would indulge in the next time the two of you had sex: spanking, overstimulation, edging, bondage— “You’re an infuriating sap and I absolutely despise you.”
“Yeah? You seem to love my cock, though.”
Hot flames flickered up over his skin as his eyes snapped back to you in surprise. They hesitantly travelled down, and further down—to his drenched pussy impaled on the huge dildo, his stomach paunchy with the sheer size of it taking up all the space. He let out a breathy whine, as though just realising that your dick was still shoved deep inside him.
He had sworn he could do it, but the truth is—he couldn’t. Not now—not like this.
“Want me to take control?”
“Fuck, yes, please,” Ace whispered, words burning with need.
Satisfied by the enthusiastic consent, you slowly lowered him onto the mattress, whispering encouragement and sweet nothings to get him to relax. He rubbed at his eyes, trying his best to wipe away his tears.
You picked up the vibrator remote that he had dropped somewhere, feeling his eager eyes dig into you. Meeting his gaze with a heated one of your own, you set it to a low level, shakily inhaling. As you began to grind your hips against him, he whimpered at the sensation, slick gushing out with each thrust of the dildo, wetting the bed.
And it was so good for you, too, the toy rubbing and vibrating intensely inside your hole, sending the most delicious quivers down the back of your spine. This was heaven—you couldn’t even fathom why he would think otherwise.
“More,” he demanded with a whiny tone.
“How much more?”
“Go a level higher—I can take it.”
You decided to take pity on him, as he had got so overwhelmed and cried earlier. Ace never cried. Not in a scenario like this, with bad thoughts crowding his brain instead of how good you were making him feel, thinking of something so absurd—that you didn’t want him anymore.
Adjusting the level of the vibration to his wishes, you groaned as pleasure surged through your abdomen. You took a moment to dwell in it, imagining the dildo was your own cock, and his pussy was milking you with every rut into tight heat, making him feel so good he’d grip you with his cunt—refusing to let you leave until you bred him full of your seed.
You almost came from that thought alone. What a sight it would be, seeing him round with your children, the product of your love and sin.
“What—what are you thinkin’ about?” Ace slurred, drunk on pleasure as he let out breathy moans and whines. “Focus on—me!”
“My bad,” you chuckled, leaning down to kiss him as an apology, while your hips sped up to fuck him harder and faster. “You f-feel so good, baby.”
His cheeks went pink, almost shy, a godsent complement to the brown stars that scattered across his attractive face. He dug his face into the sheets to hide his expression from you, panting heavily as he’s bodily dragged onto your cock, only to have it plunge out and ram into him again. “I, ha—AH!” he wailed at a particularly hard thrust, “I do?”
“Yeah—you’re so fucking tight, I wanna come inside you real bad.”
“Oh shit,” Ace breathed, eyes growing wide and almost feral. Dirty talk was common between the two of you during sex, but this was new territory. “Fuck, yeah, do it, please—” he begged, eyes tearing up again and shuddering at the prospect of you impregnating him, “I wanna—wanna have your, hnngh, babies!”
“How—how many?”
“We’ll think about that, ah, later—”
“Daughter or son?”
“Not now! Wait, a son would be nice, he’d be handsome like you...”
“I want a daughter, though.”
“Then I’ll give you both!” he swore loudly, pussy tightening around your dildo, a sign that he was close. “Babe, fuck, I think I’m gonna—gonna come—!”
“Yeah? Come for me. You’re so—good, so fucking good.” You turned the remote to the maximum level, feeling the vigorous vibrations bleed into the tender parts of your hole and moaning shamelessly, though not allowing the pleasure to stop you from picking up pace, hitting a certain spot within Ace that made his toes curl, making sure that he felt as good as you did.
You needn't have worried, though—Ace was shaking, crying, and the mess between his legs was filthy and mouth-watering, milk-white slick leaking out of his pussy in copious amounts, showing just how damn good you made him feel.
“Fuck your—kids into me, please—” he begged, spreading his legs wider to accommodate your messy thrusts. “Want them so bad!”
You could feel yourself tethering on the verge of wanting to come so badly you would die and edging yourself, eyes rolling back as you thrusted blindly into his sopping hole, one thumb pressed onto his clit to rub, hard—and Ace came all over your cock with a throaty scream of your name, clenching so tightly around your dildo that you could almost feel it—making the toy inside you gouge into that same fucking spot, and you cry out, orgasming.
“F-fuuuck,” you panted, pulling out and collapsing on top of Ace, the action making ungodly amounts of slick and come leak out from his cunt, completely drenching his thighs.
He was still coming down from the life-shattering climax he just experienced, body trembling as his leg muscles spasmed and jumped involuntarily. A hand slowly carded through your hair, pressing your cheek against his muscular chest, letting you feel his heart run a marathon for you.
You laid there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow, before he finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About… the children,” Ace muttered, frowning. He had paused, as though he wanted to say our children and not the children. “It isn’t biologically possible, you dolt. Both of us—aren’t. That.”
“We could find a donor.”
“Don’t want it if it’s not yours. And—I want them to look like you, too.”
You stomped down the blush that crept onto your cheeks, smiling like a fool. “Then we’ll just have to find a devil fruit that can help us.”
“Oh.” He smiled back, finally, before puckering up his lips to ask for a kiss, to which you happily obliged. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed your pounding heart to his own, letting him know exactly how good he had been making you feel, all along.
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Pairings: Zoro x fem!Reader, Sabo x fem!Reader, Law x fem!Reader, Ace x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,000 - 1,500 each character
tags: smut, nsfw, praise kink, derogatory kink, bathroom sex, thigh fucking, idk pls let me know what should i include on tags
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a/n: this is the full smut version so please MDNI. if u want to read this without the detailed smut, click here.
Zoro
The Sunny’s crow’s nest smells of steel and sweat, the late-night breeze slipping through the open hatch as you climb up to find Zoro mid-training, shirtless, katanas resting against the wall. His chest heaves, muscles glistening under the moonlight, and he glances over with a grunt.
“What’re you doin’ up here?” he asks, wiping his face with a towel, his tone gruff but not unwelcoming.
Below, you can hear Sanji’s flirtatious banter with Nami, the crew’s usual chaos a distant hum.
You shrug, leaning against the doorway.
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d bug you instead of sittin’ on some boring deck chair,” you say, a smirk playing on your lips.
Zoro snorts, sitting on a bench, spreading his legs slightly as he gestures to his lap with a nod.
“Fine. Park yourself here if you’re gonna waste my time.”
Your stomach flips, but you don’t back down, crossing the small space and settling onto his lap, the heat of his bare skin burning through your clothes. His hands hover awkwardly for a moment before resting on your hips, firm and unapologetic.
“Didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he mutters, voice rough, his good eye scanning you with a mix of suspicion and something hotter.
You grin, shifting to get comfortable, feeling the hard planes of his thighs beneath you.
“What, thought I’d be scared of the big bad swordsman?” you tease, poking at his chest.
His grip tightens, a low growl rumbling from him.
“Keep runnin’ your mouth, and you’ll see how bad I can be,” he shoots back, the edge in his tone sending a thrill through you.
“Oh, I’m shakin’,” you reply, sarcastic, leaning back against him, your head brushing his shoulder.
“You should be,” he grunts, one hand sliding up your side, calloused fingers rough against your skin. “Or you wanna find out how sharp my edge really is?”
The back-and-forth cuts deeper, tension coiling tight.
“All talk, Zoro. Where’s the action?” you challenge, turning to face him, your legs straddling his lap now, the position bold and intimate.
His jaw clenches, and his hands grip your waist hard, pulling you flush against him.
“Fuck, you’re askin’ for it,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he leans in, teeth grazing your skin.
“Then give it to me, tough guy,” you murmur, fingers tangling in his green hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss.
His control slips, and he shifts beneath you, the hard bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your core, sparking heat that pools low in your belly.
“Damn it, you’re gonna regret this,” he warns, voice thick with need, his hand slipping under your shirt to grip bare skin, rough and demanding.
“Make me,” you dare, rolling your hips against him, earning a guttural groan as his fingers dig into your flesh, the promise of raw, unrestrained heat hanging in the air.
The crow’s nest creaks under the weight of your shared tension, the night swallowing every sound except the harsh rasp of his breath against your ear.
His teeth scrape against your collarbone, breath ragged. The sharp scent of steel and sweat fades under the thick, pulsing tension between your bodies. Your hips grind into his lap again, and you feel the twitch in his cock through his pants. He’s so hard it hurts to ignore.
Zoro curses under his breath, the sound low and guttural.
"You feel that?" he growls, hand gripping your ass as he bucks up into you just enough to make your breath catch. "That’s what you do to me. Teasing like a little brat."
You bite your lip, one hand pressing against the wall behind him for balance as you keep rolling your hips with purpose. He’s so hot beneath you, his bare skin damp, his body like a damn furnace.
"You gonna keep talking," you pant, your voice shaky, "or are you gonna put your cock to work?"
That’s all it takes.
Zoro grabs you by the hips, strong arms locking you down tight. He stands in one smooth motion, carrying you easily and shoving you back against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he hisses as your clothed pussy presses flush against the bulge in his pants.
"You really don’t know when to shut that pretty mouth, do you?" he mutters, face close, his lips brushing your cheek as he grinds against you. "Keep runnin’ it and I’ll fuck the words out."
"Good," you breathe. "Shut me up."
His hand slips under your shorts, past your soaked underwear, and two fingers slide through your slick folds with a growl.
"Shit. You’re soaked already. Filthy girl. You been thinkin’ about this while I trained, huh? Watching me? Imagining my cock filling you up?"
You whimper, rutting your hips forward into his touch, shameless now.
"Yeah? Thought so."
He slides his fingers through you once more, then pulls them away. With one hand, he yanks his pants down just enough to free his cock. You don’t look away. Thick. Hard. Veins lining the shaft. The tip flushed and leaking already.
"You want it? Say it."
You clench around nothing, dizzy with need.
"Zoro, please," you breathe. "Need you. Wanna feel you stretch me out."
His lips curl into a smirk. "Keep beggin’."
"Please. I want your cock. Deep. Hard. Right now."
He grunts, satisfied.
"You’re fuckin’ asking for it," he mutters, lining himself up and dragging the tip through your slick folds before pushing in with one hard thrust.
Your moan echoes through the crow’s nest as he fills you. The stretch is intense, the pressure perfect. You tighten around him instantly, and he presses his forehead to yours with a groan.
"Shit," he growls. "Tight as fuck. You were made for this."
He doesn’t wait long. Zoro starts to move, driving into you with hard, steady thrusts that shake your whole body with each one.
You cry out, arms around his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as he pounds into you.
"Feel that?" he pants. "That’s what happens when you run your mouth."
"Zoro—fuck—feels so good—"
"Yeah?" His voice drops lower, cock slamming into your sweet spot over and over. "Bet you like being stuffed full like this. Bet you love how deep I go."
You nod, moaning, completely overwhelmed.
"Your pussy’s choking me. Fuckin' perfect," he mutters against your throat.
He slams harder. Deeper. The bench creaks behind him, the crow’s nest swaying slightly under the force. The Sunny is still, but your world isn’t.
"You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?" he grits out. "Cream all over me while I fill you up?"
"Yes—yes—Zoro, please—I’m gonna—"
Your orgasm hits hard, making your whole body clench around him. You cry out, biting into his shoulder as the pleasure rips through you, shaking.
"Fuck," Zoro groans, losing rhythm as he thrusts once, twice more, then buries himself deep and spills inside you. Hot. Full. His breath stutters against your neck as he holds you there, hips twitching with aftershocks.
Neither of you speak for a few moments. Only the sound of heavy breathing and the far-off sea fills the air.
Eventually, he lets out a ragged breath and leans back, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
"Tch. Next time you come up here, maybe start with that instead of mouthing off."
You smirk, still breathless. "Where’s the fun in that?"
He pulls out slow, and you feel a warm trickle escape. He catches it with two fingers, wipes it up, then smirks.
"Still leakin’. You better clean that up, or I’ll fuck it back in."
You glare weakly, then steal the towel nearby and toss it at his face.
He catches it one-handed.
And laughs.
Sabo
Smoke curls from a nearby campfire as the Revolutionary Army’s temporary base hums with quiet tension. You’re hunched over a map with Sabo in a dimly lit tent, the flickering lantern casting shadows across his scarred face. His gloved hand brushes yours as he points to a supply route, and the contact—brief, accidental—sends a jolt through you.
“You’re distracted,” he says, voice calm but edged with amusement, his sharp eyes flicking up to meet yours.
Koala’s voice cuts in from outside the tent, teasing, “Don’t let Sabo bore you to death with strategy, y’know!”
You smirk, shaking your head.
“Nah, I’m just tired of sittin’ on this hard-ass crate,” you grumble, stretching with a dramatic sigh.
Sabo leans back in his chair, a rare playful glint in his gaze.
“Well, I’ve got a better spot if you’re game,” he offers, patting his lap with a subtle, challenging tilt of his head.
Your heart skips, but you play it cool, raising a brow.
“Oh? Think I won’t take you up on that, Chief of Staff?” you quip, standing and stepping closer.
His smirk widens as you lower yourself onto his lap, the fabric of his coat rough against your thighs, his body solid and warm beneath you.
“Didn’t peg you for shy,” he murmurs, his tone dipping low, one hand resting lightly on your back to steady you.
You scoff, shifting to get comfortable, acutely aware of every point of contact.
“Shy? Nah, I just don’t wanna break your fancy noble legs,” you tease, and his quiet laugh sends a thrill through you.
“Trust me, I can handle a lot more than you think,” he replies, his voice smooth, suggestive, his fingers pressing just a bit firmer against your spine.
“Oh, really? Care to test that theory?” you challenge, turning slightly to face him, your knee brushing his side.
His eyes darken, and the air between you crackles.
“Keep talkin’ like that, and I might just show you,” he says, his free hand hovering near your thigh, teasing but not quite crossing the line—yet.
The banter flows, each jab and retort building a slow, simmering heat.
“You’re all talk, Sabo. Where’s that revolutionary spirit now?” you taunt, leaning closer, your breath mingling with his.
His grip tightens, pulling you flush against him, and his lips curve into a dangerous smile.
“Careful what you wish for. I don’t play fair when I’m provoked,” he warns, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your lower back.
Your pulse races as you tilt your head, lips inches from his.
“Good. I don’t want fair. I want trouble,” you whisper, and his restraint snaps for a fleeting moment—his hand slides to your hip, firm and possessive.
“Fuck, you’re pushin’ it,” he growls, shifting beneath you, the tension of his body evident, the hard press of him against you igniting a fire in your core.
“Then do somethin’ about it,” you dare, your fingers threading through his blond hair, tugging lightly.
His breath hitches, and he leans in, lips brushing your neck as he murmurs, “Keep this up, and I’ll have you pinned against this map in two seconds flat.”
The promise hangs heavy, your skin tingling where his mouth grazes, the tent suddenly far too small for the heat exploding between you.
You barely have time to smirk before Sabo’s hand grabs your ass, yanking you tight against him.
"You’re real mouthy for someone about to get split open in a war tent," he growls, lips dragging along your throat.
You grind your hips into his lap, unbothered by the threat. If anything, it makes you wetter.
"Aww, poor little revolutionary," you coo. "Can’t take a little teasing without getting hard?"
He laughs, low and sharp, his breath hot against your neck.
"You want me to stuff that bratty mouth, or fuck you dumb first?"
"You talk too much," you snap.
"And you’re already soaked," he replies smugly, fingers slipping past your waistband, dragging through your slick folds like he owns them. "So shut up."
Then his hand leaves you.
You hear the sound of his zipper. Feel the thick heat of him slap against your inner thigh.
"Get on," he orders, cock in hand, tip already wet. "Since you're so desperate to get split open."
You straddle him, sinking down on his cock inch by inch, moaning through gritted teeth as the stretch nearly breaks you in half.
"Fuck—"
"Yeah," he groans. "Say it louder."
You don’t have a choice.
When you bottom out, you gasp like you’ve been punched, eyes rolling back. He’s thick and deep and perfect, your pussy clenching greedily around him.
Sabo leans back, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Ride it. Show me what that mouth can’t."
You start to move, hips snapping forward in short, needy grinds. Each time you slide up and down his cock, it hits you just right, sending shocks through your spine.
The slick, wet slap of your bodies fills the tent, fast and obscene. It echoes louder than the crackle of fire outside, louder than the crickets, louder than your shame.
"Listen to that," he pants, watching your tits bounce beneath your shirt. "That’s the sound of a filthy little bitch getting used."
You whine, nails digging into his shoulders.
"God, you’re such a fuckin’ mess," he grits out. "Drippin’ down my cock like you’ve never been touched before."
"Shut up," you snap, but your voice breaks halfway through.
Sabo smirks.
"What’s wrong? Too full? You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck the brat outta you?"
He thrusts up hard and you scream.
"Keep goin'," he growls. "I wanna hear you. I want them all to hear how good I ruin you."
You bounce faster, chasing your high, your thighs soaked, the sloppy noise of your cunt wrapping around his cock getting louder with every thrust. Each time he fucks up into you, it punches a moan out of your throat.
"That’s it," he hisses, sweat dripping down his neck. "Louder. Let Koala hear you gettin’ stuffed like a goddamn toy."
"Sabo—shit—'m gonna—"
"You gonna cum already?" he laughs breathlessly. "Fuckin’ useless slut. Can’t even take it for five minutes."
Your orgasm crashes over you hard and fast, pussy clenching down so tight it rips a groan from deep in his chest. You scream his name, head thrown back, thighs shaking violently as you come all over his cock, soaking him.
"Fucking hell," he growls. "Look at you. Wrecked. Pathetic."
He flips you fast, laying you flat against the map on the crate like he promised. His cock’s still inside you as he pounds into you from above, chasing his own high now, using your trembling body.
"Take it," he pants. "You asked for this. You begged for this."
You moan weakly, eyes unfocused.
"Shit—gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Gonna make you leak while you pretend you weren’t screaming for it."
One more thrust.
Another.
He slams in deep and groans as he cums inside you, heat flooding your cunt. His hips twitch, still grinding through it, fucking his cum deeper.
You both freeze, catching your breath, tangled in sweat and slick and sin.
Then, outside the tent:
"Sabo," Koala calls, voice lilting, teasing, way too knowing. "That wasn't part of the strategy map, right?"
Your eyes snap open in panic.
Sabo groans, face pressed into your neck.
"She knows."
"No shit," you whisper.
He laughs softly, still buried inside you.
"At least we were loud enough to get our point across."
Law
The Polar Tang’s engine hums deep below deck, the dim light of the control room casting Law’s sharp features in stark relief. You’re perched on a crate, watching him scribble notes in his medical journal, his coat slung over a chair, leaving his inked arms bare.
“You’ve been starin’ for five minutes straight,” he says without looking up, his voice dry, cutting through the quiet.
Bepo’s muffled snoring echoes from the next room, a reminder of the crew’s rare downtime.
You shrug, swinging your legs.
“Just wonderin’ how you don’t get tired sittin’ in that stiff chair all day,” you reply, a teasing lilt in your tone.
Law’s golden eyes flick up, piercing, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“If you’re so concerned, I’ve got a better seat right here,” he says, leaning back and gesturing to his lap with a casual, almost clinical precision that somehow feels loaded.
Your breath catches, but you mask it with a grin, hopping off the crate.
“Don’t mind if I do, Captain,” you say, sauntering over and settling onto his lap, the hard lines of his frame unyielding beneath you.
His smirk doesn’t waver, but his hand rests on your thigh, light yet deliberate, sending a spark through you.
“Comfortable?” he asks, voice low, almost a purr, as he tilts his head to study you.
“Could be worse,” you shoot back, shifting slightly, feeling the subtle tension in his grip.
“Didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it,” he admits, his tone dipping into something warmer, less guarded.
You lean in a fraction, testing the waters.
“What, thought I’d chicken out? You don’t scare me, Law.”
His eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing through them.
“Careful. I’m not as predictable as you think,” he warns, his fingers tightening just enough to make your pulse jump.
“Oh? Gonna show me somethin’ new, then?” you challenge, your hand brushing his collar, lingering near the ink of his tattoos.
The exchange sharpens, words slicing through the charged air.
“You’re playin’ a risky game,” he murmurs, his free hand sliding up to your waist, slow and calculated, like he’s dissecting every reaction.
“And if I am? You gonna cut me open, doc?” you tease, your voice breathy, daring him to push further.
His smirk turns predatory, and he pulls you closer, the heat of him searing through your clothes.
“Might just dissect every damn inch of you if you keep talkin’ like that,” he growls, his thumb brushing the edge of your hip, teasing the skin beneath.
Your breath hitches as you grind down subtly, earning a low, rough sound from his throat.
“Fuck, don’t start what you can’t finish,” he warns, his grip turning possessive, guiding your movements with surgical precision.
“Who says I can’t finish?” you whisper, lips hovering near his, feeling the hard length of him press against you through the fabric.
His eyes darken to molten gold, and his hand slips under your shirt, fingers splaying across your bare skin as he mutters,
“Then let’s see how much you can take before you’re beggin’.”
The promise sends a shiver down your spine, his touch igniting every nerve as the room’s hum fades into the pounding of your own heartbeat.
You grind down again, slower this time, teasing the hard line of him through his slacks. His breath stutters against your cheek.
“Fuck,” Law mutters, voice rough now, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ eager, aren’t you?”
You hum in agreement, rolling your hips just enough to draw a low sound from his chest.
“You’re the one who offered,” you breathe, fingers trailing down his chest, over warm skin and inked muscle. “You didn’t expect me to behave, did you, Captain?”
He growls, quiet and low.
“I was hopin’ you wouldn’t.”
His hands slip under your thighs, gripping tightly before he shifts, sliding his chair back and dragging you with him. His movements are smooth, deliberate, clinical — but his eyes burn. He sets you on your feet only long enough to yank your shorts and underwear down, quick and impatient, before tugging his cock out — flushed, thick, leaking and heavy between his inked fingers.
“Come here,” he mutters, pulling you back into his lap.
You straddle him again, but this time he doesn’t slide in. Instead, he grips your thighs, pressing them together around his length. His cock nestles between the slick heat of your skin, not inside you, but grinding slow and deep between your legs.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, voice tight.
He starts to thrust, dragging his cock through the mess you’re already dripping, the head nudging your clit again and again. The sound is obscene — wet, thick, rhythmic. The room fills with it, echoing alongside his low groans and your soft moans.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “Already so fuckin’ wet for me. So soft. So warm.”
You shudder, thighs squeezing around him as you whimper into his shoulder.
“Could probably make you cum just like this,” he mutters, voice ragged. “Let you fuckin’ shake on my lap without even puttin’ it in.”
“Law, please—” you gasp. “I want more.”
He stops, just long enough to glance at you. Hair falling in his face. Golden eyes dark, unreadable.
“Medbay. Now.”
He lifts you again, this time with purpose, cock still hard, dripping, straining against his open slacks as he guides you down the corridor. You cling to him, pulse racing, thighs still wet and trembling from the friction.
The medbay door clicks shut behind you.
Law sets you on the padded exam table, lips brushing your throat as he drags your shirt up, baring your chest to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He kisses you once — deep, slow — and then pulls back just enough to press your knees apart with his hands.
“No distractions this time,” he mutters. “I’m gonna give you what you’ve been beggin’ for.”
He strokes his cock once, then guides the head to your entrance. No teasing now. He pushes in slowly, letting every inch stretch you wide. You arch, gasping as he fills you, bottoming out in one slow, deliberate thrust.
“Fuck—” you moan, head tipping back.
His jaw clenches, hands tight on your waist.
“You’re takin’ me so good,” he groans. “Just like that. My pretty little thing, made to fit around me.”
You shiver, gripping his shoulders as he starts to move.
Each thrust is precise, deep, hitting just right — but his control is fraying. You can see it in the way his brows knit, the way his breath stutters when your walls tighten around him.
“You feel that?” he grits. “That stretch? That’s me filling every inch of you.”
You nod, too far gone for words. Your moans are loud, unrestrained, echoing off the sterile white walls.
“That’s it,” he says, voice dipping into a growl. “Let me hear it. You sound so fuckin’ good like this.”
He fucks you harder now, hips slapping into yours, the sound lewd and wet. His thumb presses to your clit, circling fast, and your body jolts.
“Law—Law—”
“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, panting. “Gonna soak my cock like a good fuckin’ girl?”
“Yes—yes—please—”
Your orgasm crashes over you without warning, blinding and electric. Your thighs shake, cunt squeezing around him so tight it knocks a curse from his throat.
“Fuck—there it is,” he groans. “Goddamn. That’s my girl.”
He doesn't stop.
Keeps fucking into your overstimulated body, chasing his own high now. You’re trembling, gasping, but you take it, just like he said you would.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “Gonna fill you up and watch it drip out while you lie here lookin’ fucked out and perfect.”
You whimper something that might be his name, and that’s it.
Law thrusts once, twice, then sinks in deep with a broken sound, spilling hot inside you, hips twitching as he empties every drop.
He stays there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against your shoulder.
Then — quiet.
Your skin is slick with sweat. Your thighs ache. But you feel full, warm, wrecked in the best way.
Law slowly pulls back, watching the mix of cum and slick trail down your thigh with fascination. His fingers brush it, smearing it lazily, almost admiring.
“Still so fuckin’ tight,” he mutters. “Even after all that.”
You manage a breathless smile.
He leans down and kisses you again — slower this time. Then he pulls back and grabs a towel, gently cleaning you up without a word.
You don’t expect the next thing he says.
“You were perfect.”
You blink at him, dazed.
He looks at you like he just finished surgery. Focused. Careful. But proud.
“You listened,” he says softly. “You gave me everything. And you took everything.”
You exhale a shaky laugh.
“Well, Captain... you're kinda addictive.”
He smirks, tucks himself back into his pants, and hands you your shirt.
“We’re not done. But you need a break.”
You pull your clothes on, still trembling, and hop down from the table.
“Break in your room, or mine?”
His eyes flash.
“Mine. Eventually.”
Ace
The deck of the Moby Dick sways under a crimson sunset, the air thick with salt and the distant roar of waves. You’re leaning against the railing, watching Ace toss a playful fireball into the sky, the flames licking the dusk before fizzling out. His grin, wide and reckless, pulls at something deep in your chest.
“Oi, you gonna stand there gawkin’ all day, or come closer?” he calls out, wiping sweat off his brow, his tattooed arm flexing with casual strength. Marco, perched nearby on a barrel, chuckles low.
“Careful, Ace, don’t burn her with that hothead charm of yours.”
You roll your eyes but step forward, the wooden planks creaking underfoot. Ace’s dark eyes lock on yours, daring, teasing, as he pats his thigh with a smirk.
“Got a seat right here if you’re tired of standin’.”
You hesitate, pulse quickening, but his playful taunt—“What, scared of a little heat?”—pushes you over the edge.
“Fine, hotshot, don’t cry if I steal your spot,” you shoot back, striding over and sliding onto his lap with a boldness you don’t fully feel. His thighs are firm beneath you, warm even through the fabric, and his breath hitches for half a second before that cocky grin returns.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he murmurs, voice low, his hand hovering near your waist like he’s testing the waters.
You shift slightly, feeling the heat of his skin, the faint scent of ash and sea clinging to him.
“Thought you liked surprises, Ace. Or am I too much for you?”
Your words drip with challenge, and his laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against you.
“Oh, darlin’, you’re playin’ with fire now. I don’t back down easy.” His fingers graze your hip, light but deliberate, sending a shiver up your spine.
Around you, the crew’s noise fades—Thatch whistling somewhere, Vista barking orders—but all you hear is Ace’s teasing drawl.
“So, you gonna stay here all night, or you got other plans to mess with my head?”
The conversation stretches, each word a spark fanning the tension.
“Mess with your head? Please, I’m just keepin’ you grounded,” you retort, leaning back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up. His arm finally loops around your waist, pulling you tighter, and his lips brush near your ear.
“Grounded, huh? Feels more like you’re settin’ me ablaze.”
His voice is husky now, suggestive, and you turn your head just enough to catch his gaze—dark, hungry, but still laced with that boyish mischief.
“Careful, Ace, I might just fan those flames,” you whisper, your hand resting on his chest, fingers tracing the edge of his open shirt.
He groans softly, a sound that shoots heat straight through you.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, his grip tightening as he shifts you on his lap, the friction deliberate and maddening.
The world narrows to the heat between you, the slow grind of your hips against him, and his low growl of “Keep that up, and I’m draggin’ you below deck right now.”
Your breath catches as his hand slides lower, thumb brushing the edge of your thigh, daring you to push further into this dangerous game.
You shift again on his lap, pressing just right, and the way he sucks in a sharp breath against your neck nearly makes you smirk.
“Shit,” he growls under his breath. “You keep grindin’ like that, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”
You lean back against his chest, letting your lips hover by his ear.
“Then don’t be. I won’t complain.”
That earns you a groan — low, needy — and then it’s like something snaps.
Ace moves.
In one quick, wild blur, he grabs you and flips you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
“Ace—what the hell—!” you yelp, half-laughing, your hands gripping his back as your world tilts upside down.
“Problem needs fixin’,” he grins, giving your ass a sharp, loud slap that echoes across the deck.
The crew reacts immediately.
A few wolf whistles. A cackle from Thatch. Marco just sighs without looking up.
“Use protection, dumbass,” someone calls from behind.
“Shut up!” you bark over your shoulder, your face burning hotter than the flames Ace plays with.
But he’s already striding toward the lower deck, completely unbothered, hand still resting smug on your ass.
“You start squirming on my lap like that,” he says, glancing down at your backside, “you don’t get to act surprised when I haul you off for some attitude correction.”
“Asshole,” you mutter, but it’s weak—your voice breathless with anticipation.
“I like it when you call me that,” he chuckles, pushing into a small, private bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him. “Now,” he mutters, setting you on the counter, “let’s cool you off.”
You snort, breath still uneven. “With what? That smart mouth of yours?”
He just grins and leans in, tongue dragging up your neck, tasting the sweat already collecting at your collarbone.
“No,” he breathes. “With this.”
He twists the faucet on, cold water rushing into the sink, steam curling in the air. Then he flips the shower handle too, and cool spray mists the glass as he backs you toward it, hand on your hip, eyes locked on yours.
“Get in.”
You step into the stall, feet slick on the tile, water hitting your shoulders. The second you turn around to face him, he’s crowding you from behind—then drops to his knees with zero hesitation.
“What’re you—”
“Stay still,” he growls, hands gripping your thighs. “You’re gettin’ my mouth first.”
You brace against the wall, breath catching as he spreads your legs and drags his tongue right through your folds, slow and deliberate. A moan escapes your lips, echoing against the tile.
“Oh my god—Ace—”
“Mmm,” he hums, burying his face deeper, nose nudging your clit before his mouth closes around it, sucking hard enough to make your knees buckle.
One hand flies to the glass wall for balance, leaving a streak through the fog.
He groans as he tastes you, licking into you like he can’t get enough, wet noises mixing with the running water and your gasps.
“Fuck—you taste even sweeter under the water,” he murmurs between licks. “You’re already drippin’ down my chin, baby.”
You whimper, thighs twitching, hand sliding along the glass until it leaves a full palm print above your head.
“Ace, I—” you gasp, hips rocking into his face.
He moans louder, tongue fucking into you, then sliding back up to suck your clit in rhythm. The tension coils fast and tight, your legs trembling, his grip bruising.
“That’s it,” he pants, mouth still working you open. “Cum on my fuckin’ tongue.”
You fall apart against the glass, cry muffled by your own arm as your orgasm crashes down—white-hot, overwhelming.
Ace doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, spent, and trying to squirm away.
He stands slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks down at you like he’s proud of the mess he’s made.
“Now,” he says, dragging the head of his cock along your folds, “I’m gonna fuck you proper.”
You don’t even get a word out before he grabs your hips and thrusts in deep, slamming you against the glass with a broken cry.
Your breath catches hard, one hand braced against the fogged wall, the other clawing at the tile. Water pours over both of you, but it does nothing to cool the fire ripping through your veins.
He moves fast and rough, skin slapping skin, the sound echoing around the steamy space. His grip on your hips is bruising, holding you in place as he thrusts harder.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice shaking. “You feel that? How deep I am?”
You nod helplessly, back arching, whimpering his name as he hits just right.
“You’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he pants, nipping your shoulder. “Like this fuckin’ pussy was made for me.”
Your fingers leave streaks down the fogged glass, wet handprints smearing with every jolt of your body. You can barely breathe, but you never want him to stop.
He presses his chest to your back, lips at your ear.
“You love this, don’t you?” he growls. “Gettin’ fucked stupid in the damn shower. Drippin’ all over me.”
You try to snap back, but all that comes out is a broken moan.
“That’s right,” he huffs, fucking into you even harder. “I’ll keep goin’ till your legs give out.”
His fingers sneak between your thighs again, rubbing rough, fast circles on your clit, dragging another cry from you.
“You gonna cum again?” he breathes. “Wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”
“Y-yeah—Ace—fuck—”
“Do it. Let go.”
You unravel all over again, body locking up around him as your second orgasm crashes through you. He groans deep in your ear, thrusts turning sloppy as he follows, grinding deep inside you with a long, wrecked moan.
The water keeps falling. Your bodies stay tangled together.
The only sound left is your ragged breathing, the slow drip of water, and the quiet laughter that bubbles from your throat when he kisses your neck.
Desc - Shanks has been feeling off ever since the pollen incident.
cw: smut, self indulgent non-realism (like a lot)
tw - just read it bro.. trust me.. *holds ur balls*
It’s been a little over a month and both you and Shanks are fully healed. This should be all good, but you still haven’t talked about what happened. More specifically Shanks hasn’t talked about it. There's a reason for that, though! He hasn’t been postponing it out of malicious intent, it’s just ever since Shanks has healed he feels… different. Not pain nor lingering injury, no, this is something more concerning than that. His body itself has changed. The random throbs of pleasure, the discomfort of his clothes rubbing against his skin, instinctively squirming when you’re close; all with an inability to stop it. Still, he can’t force this on you, he needs to hold back. You’re his subordinate and he’s the captain, taking advantage of you is wrong. Taking advantage of your guilt from what you did.. it’s wrong. It’s wrong it’s wrong, he repeats that every time; but how long can he tell himself this?
“Hah.. Hah..” Shanks lays on his bed, feeling hot. Another day of holding it in; avoiding you is difficult but necessary. Who knows what he would reveal if you two were alone? His eyes trail to the side of his bed where your flowers sit in a vase, still so beautiful and bright. He remembers how you put one in his hair, and how you fucked him with it there. The memory moves his hand to his stomach.
“Wanna see you.” You mumble while tilting him up. Right as his back meets your torso you slam inside suddenly.
Shanks inhales sharply through his teeth at the throb of pleasure inside him. His hand rushes in his pants to his cock, quickly stroking it to try and get off. He bucks into it, feeling the pent up energy from these last few weeks, but once again it’s not enough. There’s something he hasn’t tried yet, he didn’t want to resort to this in fear that it would only confirm something deeper. He takes his bottoms off, grabs a bottle of lube under his bed, and lays on his stomach. It may not be the most comfortable but it’s mimicking the position from back then.
Shanks gasps, you’re huge; yet it doesn’t hurt. It feels good, like your dick is stretching his body so much it's forcing the orgasm from his body.
The redhead sinks a finger inside and immediately moans into his pillow. This is so much better than jerking off. Any worry pushes to the side, how can he care now? He’s finally getting closer than he’s gotten from before. He adds another, then another, it’s so close. Almost there. He’ll finally get release after so much time being helpless,
“No!” but it stops. He can’t tip over the edge. He tries massaging his prostate, going fast, going slow, thrusting onto the mattress at the same time; none of it works. It’s so unbearably close but that brink is blocked yet again. Again and again, 3 weeks of being edged. He lets out an angry and frustrated yell into his pillow, then a sad whine. This confirms what he was fearing, he can’t get off without you. This is unbearable even for him and it's only getting worse. He needs more. He needs you. Even if it’s just a little.
(YOUR POV)
Ever since the pollen incident you’ve been feeling off, but how could you admit that? It’d be admitting you can’t see your captain the same way, that you keep imagining him under you when you’re close. It’s admitting that you’ve become perverted even though you’re the one who did him wrong. It shouldn’t be this way. At some point you were even hoping the feeling was a temporary side effect, but you’re completely healed; this is all you. You’ve tried to stop it, to meditate, take cold showers, you even jerked off to the memory; but all that did was make the guilt worse until you stopped masturbating altogether. What’s worse, the guilt wasn’t enough for the feelings to even weaken. Your admiration and pure love has been turned into a lustful hunger. You want to fuck him again, you want to hear him love it. You want to feel him squeeze and tremble with orgasm after orgasm until he’s soft inside and out. It’s wrong. You need to stop. You need to apologize and move on, what he did was just a favor. He hasn’t even mentioned it since then, and seems to be avoiding alone time with you. How long are you going to feel like this until it goes away?
“Ugh..” You shift around in your sleep, feeling something heavy on your body. You know what this is; this must be the weight of your guilt. It’s what you deserve, you’ll have to sleep like this… but it’s moving now, not roughly but definitely moving. It’s almost like someone is on top of you, but who?
“Dammit, why isn’t even this enough? I shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.” You hear a voice and groggily open your eyes to see your captain on his stomach on top of you. His face is noticeably flushed and distressed as his head rests on you. You freeze from shock and he feels your muscles tense.
“You’re awake.” His eyes widen and he quickly turns guilty. “I’m sorry, I tried taking care of this myself but.. actually I guess you don’t understand what I mean.”
“Huh..?” You’re still a little out of it but groan when you feel him scoot down to grind onto your cock through your pants. You’re already hard, how long was he here?
“How do I explain this..” He’s trying to keep his composure, but is clearly struggling to. It’s as if his morals and needs are fighting and his morality is losing. You instinctively buck upwards and his eyes widen before he bites his lip; then he speaks. “I know it’s wrong to pressure you into this, but I need it, (Y/n). I feel like I’ll go insane without it”
“Need it?” You ask, getting concerned as your groggy brain attempts to put things together. You finally put it together and your cheeks flush. “T-This? Me!?” He nods.
“Just do something, anything. It doesn’t even have to be all the way.” He’s begging, starting to move like he’s slowly riding you through your clothes. Your breath hitches.
‘Is this a dream?’ It feels real but this is so unexpected you aren’t sure what to believe. You know Shanks can be shameless sometimes but isn’t this a little too shameless? Maybe your condition is getting worse and you’re having wet dreams now.
“Don’t look like that, do you still feel guilty?” He asks and you look away. “You shouldn’t.” He falters. “Well maybe you should, but not in the way you are.” It’s hard to converse with his head fuzzy. His hand grips yours and puts it to his chest to feel his thumping heart. “I shouldn’t have avoided you, but if you want to feel guilty then take responsibility for this, okay?” This really does feel like a wet dream, there’s no way he’s saying all this lewd stuff for real. Shanks tilts his head in confusion “Do you think you’re dreaming?”
“Oh! Uh..” If you say yes will this dream end? You kinda really don’t want it to, not that you’ll admit that since that’d be-
“(Y/n), you love me right?” Your eyes widen. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve revealed you actually want this, that this could be a wet dream of yours, but he starts to change.
“Huh!? You know!?” He chuckles, leaning back to grind better while giving a better view of his own erection.
“I do. I know. I love you too.” He’s losing it despite the slight nervousness. Desperation will do that to a person. “So I’ll be your.. cumdump.” He clears his throat. “I don’t mind. No dream.” You tint beet red.
“S—Shanks.” You hesitantly call his name. You don’t know what’s going on, but if this is true then you aren’t going to question it. You’re supposedly one sided love is no longer one sided.
“Yes?” He answers eagerly and you sit up to kiss him, biting his lip so he parts them. This isn’t a dream! He loves you! You pull back.
“Okay, I will.” Your eyes intensify and your captain’s face lights up.
“P-Perfect!” His eyes unfocus. “That’s, thank the stars.” He lets out a sigh before his face turns to perverted relief. “I’m free~♡” Shanks leans in and presses his mouth to yours. You two begin to make out, the redhead groaning when you grip the back of his head. He sinks off the bed to the ground while you adjust to sit at the edge. Once he’s down he stares at the bulge before pulling your bottoms down and revealing your cock. “Ah.” Something clicks in his head and his pupils dilate before he licks it wet, taking the tip into his mouth with a hum.
‘Uwaa.. he’s really into this!’ You think to yourself as he licks a bead of precum off of you.
“Strong, were you too guilty to jack off?” His strong hand wraps around your shaft and pumps. “You don’t have to be anymore. Lucky for me though~” With that, he takes you into his mouth before you can answer.
“Fuck!” His jaw is clearly struggling to accommodate and it only takes a little over half your length to reach the back of his throat. Still, he bobs his head with slurping sounds, ignoring his own gag reflex to take you into his warm and wet throat with desperate brown eyes. Shanks isn’t just doing this for your own pleasure, it’s for his own sanity; and that realization breaks whatever control you had left. You grab his pretty red hair and use it to push his head down your cock til his nose hits your pelvis. He’s struggling to breathe, yet he only moves his hand to fist his own hard-on while your dick twitches. You’re reaching your finish, fucking his face faster and faster until you spurt thick pent up cum down his throat. It keeps coming and he starts to choke. His gags squeeze around your dick harshly as you let out, the redhead gurgling sperm til a bit seeps from his nose. He’s trembling, but not from pain. No, your rough treatment only made him cum, that’s why he’s gagging. Once you’re done you pull out with white coating his tongue and drool running down his chin. His eyes look up at you, a deep crimson matching his hair. Ah, he’s enamoured.
“Mnn~” Shanks swirls the cum over his taste buds before swallowing and licking whatever is left off of you; this is what he needed, and he wants more. This addicting feeling of no responsibilities but being a pretty toy to feel pleasure. How could he resist such temptation? How could you resist him?
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“Ah♡ ah♡ ah♡” A naked Shanks lets out slutty moans with a smile while you pound into him from behind. He looks back towards where you two connect, propped onto his forearm with his hips eagerly moving back onto yours. “S-So good~!” There’s already a pool of cum on the bed from both his leaking cock and previous orgasms. Your hand rests on his hips and you start to move him faster with a moan from him every time your hips meet his ass. The sounds fill the room as you get close, gripping his throat as you finally bottom out and fill his ass with jizz. You let go of him and his head hits the pillow, finishing from being used by you.
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“Ahhn~” You’re standing, holding Shanks in your arms as you move him up and down your length. He gave up clinging to you a while ago, leaning back and letting you thrust up into him how you like. A particularly harsh thrust slams into his prostate and he cries out, cumming onto both his and your stomach. You only go faster, it’s overstimulating him. No complaints from your captain, though, instead relaxing more to be manhandled. You dig your fingers into his flesh and pull him all the way down, another load put right into his body. He spreads his legs, happily giving you a good view.
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“Yes! Gods, ah♡! More more~!” The sounds of his pleas echo through the ship as you fuck him in a mating press. He’s already cum twice from this position and his muscles strain yet the pain is nothing to him compared to the pleasure of being fucked into the mattress. “Ah! Nn~” His moans are interrupted by your mouth on his, his arm wrapping around the back of your neck as your tongue marks every part of his mouth. He loves it, he loves you; and his insides will milk your cock as many times as you want as long as he gets to be yours. Your thrusts get sloppier and his legs kick slightly from glee knowing that you’re close again. You bend him more and he trembles before his soft walls squeeze around you in a dry orgasm, your tongue invading his mouth until you’re pumping cum into your precious captain again. “♡!” He lets out a squeak of joy when he feels his stomach bulge from being your cumdump. “~♡”
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You sigh in relief and pull out of Shanks with a small pop, leaving cum pouring from his ass while he lays there twitching with red hair sticking to his forehead. Cum permeates both sides of his body, he coughs and more of your semen gushes out from the pressure. You bend down and kiss his cheek.
“I love you, Shanks.”
“L..Love you too..” His tongue tastes like you, he wonders how long that’ll last.
EXTRA
Shanks sits on the deck next to you, feeling pleased now that he’s both in a relationship with you and no longer pent up. While you two talk you’re suddenly approached by crewmembers with Beck at the front.
“So, you got a new hobby, Captain?” The first mate looks tired. “A loud one?” Your eyes widen, you forgot about that. You look at the aforementioned captain and a nervous smile forms on his face.
“Oops.”
“Don’t ‘oops’ us!” The crew yells. Can’t a grown man be a little slutty?
Whatt!? That was so pornographic and explicit! Who wrote that!? It couldnt have been me, im but an innocent soul with the delicate heart of a maiden! <- (wrote it.) Still, perhaps i get too into it when i write smut, but this was quite explicit. I may have written Shanks to be a bit too slutty, but when you're edged for 3 weeks you get a bit impatient, right? It was quite a struggle to write him in character while him being, himself, not in character due to the effects of what happened in the main part. But still, when you've got so many responsibiliites it feels nice to not worry.. Shanks is definitely not stable either so that would definitely play into it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this! Wonder who would write such a thing tho <- (wrote it)
☆ top M!reader x bttm cheater bf x switch dude ur bf cheated on u with lol, no specific character other than kev a rando name i thought of.
★ cw: non/dub-con, cheating, cuckholding, bondage mentioned, porn with some plot, bad attempt at angst that takes a 360 and becomes porn, very poorly written (i think idk i’m rusty.. can’t tell whats good writing and whats not)
☆ synopsis: you catch ur highschool sweetheart cheating on u so u just fuck the guy he cheated w infront of him wowie
★ AUTHOR’ rambling: uh i couldn’t care less who interacts so just jack off and enjoy i suppose hhhh its so bad guys i forgot how to write, if anyone is even reading my ramblings on here tell me if i did a good job on this one and praise me 🧏♂️.
NSFW content under the cut, proceed with caution.
im thinking reader whos been in a highschool sweetheart relationship with his beloved.
all was great, all was good until it wasn’t. you noticed a fridge growing between you both, what could it be? he’s not as enthusiastic with you as he used to be. always declining your date invites with the excuse of being busy with uni projects? all good no problem. then he’s not texting you as often anymore, his texts becoming shorter each day till they were non existent.
soon after you start seeing less of him each day, he walks by you down uni halls like some sort of stranger, like you weren’t the love of his life? or maybe that wasn’t how he saw you anymore.. it can’t be, he loves you dearly like you love him, right?
you were filled with self-doubt. perhaps you’re just too paranoid, yeah that has to be it.. you were just overthinking it. all until you saw him again, with the company of a man you never saw before! must be a friend of his, but the look on his eyes was intimate, intense and sexual even, you recognize that look, of course you would you’ve seen it a million time before, and every time he presented that look you were always on the receiving end, so why was he looking at this random guy with that same look.
suspicion arises within you and it makes you feel terrible, how could you possibly think that the person you share so much memories with could be cheating on you? what if it was nothing like that and you just painted your boyfriend with such dirty light, you’d never forgive yourself if that was the case. you have to confront him about it, to make sure that your dark thoughts are nothing but false.
you make your way to his dorm hastily, every step you take felt heavy with emotions, you were scared that you admit to, you almost want to just turn around on your heels and go back to your own dorm but you can’t, you know if you don’t have this conversation with him now you’ll never muster up the courage ever again.
so here you were twisting the spare key he gave you, slowly opening the door to a, well shocking sight. but is it really shocking? you’ve been overthinking it too much you already saw this outcome in your mind many times, it’s laughable honestly. seeing your so called boyfriend all tied up and wet, hands tied up to the bed frame, back arching against the sheets, legs splayed out and spread like some cheap whore while getting his hole plowed and crying out like some porn star, by the same said unknown guy you saw him with earlier.
the room was dimly lit, the scent of sex that filled the air was almost suffocating to you. your heart pounded you took one slow step at a time.
is it a surprise, not really. does it hurt? very, it stings even, not to mention they took no notice of you when you opened the door, being too immersed on fucking like rabbits. it isn’t until you’re right behind said rando that your boyfriend seems to take a notice of you, his eyes stare in shock but before he says a word he cries out “k-kev” he threw his head back moaning while the so called kev unaware of your presence behind him “oh yeah, feels good right. cmon say my name again” “KEV- kev wait wait pleas—“
poor little kev, too lost in the warmth of a tight wet hole squeezing him dry, he doesn’t slow down but goes even faster. gripping your little boyfriend’s thighs and spreading them open even more, plowing hard and fast while cussing out bout how good it feels
“wait hng please— i can explain” his words cut off by a sharp gasp from a particularly sharp plow by kev.
kev finally looking took a glance to the back once noticing the shadow hovering behind him, but he isn’t quick to react to you yanking his head back hard before shoving him back down onto your boyfriends sweat-slicked skin. your boyfriend whimpered and gasped after being hit with kevs weight, his tiny cock leaking a ruined orgasm against kevs tummy.
wanting to say something your boyfriend opened his mouth for a chance to redeem himself but you cut him off by shoving your two of your fingers down his throat making him gag and choke, his eyes rolled back struggling to breath as you practically fucked his mouth with your fingers to get it wet, not hesitating to shove them even deeper towards his throat, as tears rolled down his eyes while they rolled back.
once your fingers were out he choked out and coughed breathing in the air that was stolen from him, as he looked at you pleadingly.
you fully ignored him and turned your attention to kev while he struggled and tried to get out of your grasp, honestly he looked more of a twink than your own boyfriend how could he possibly been able to top and satisfy him while you were literally right there… eh no matter.
you kept one hand on his hair forcefully pinning his head down while you reached your saliva slicked fingers back to his hole, sliding them against the tight opening, he instinctively clenched down, but you forced your way inside regardless. one finger at a time, thrusting in and out.
one finger in drawing out a pained cry from kev as he babbled out incoherently. two fingers in and he’s violently shaking while his hips twitched and pulsed pushed harder against your boyfriend’s prostate making him cry out and shake his head. three fingers in and kev is already braindead, mind overloaded, body aching and out of control as his hips bucked against your fingers making him thrust up onto your boyfriend aswell in the process.
“is this really who you decided to cheat on me with? really?” you said with a disappointed huff looking at your boyfriend whos sobbing and trembling while you continued to stretch and pump your fingers in kevs hole, slowly getting him used to it. “you had better but guess you really like sabotaging what you have”
kev groaned being in his own little world as you curled your fingers at just the right angle giving him an euphoric feeling, his legs shook desperately, fucking himself back against your fingers and into your boyfriend’s welcoming hole, gosh he felt like he was in heaven. kev can feel the tightness against his cock increase at your degrading words and even he clenched his hole tight around your fingers but all he muster up is a sob and a pathetic little slutty whimper that he never realized he could make.
you withdrew your fingers out roughly earning a shake of kevs ass and a loud moan, almost a disappointed whimper even. giving his cheek a light slap then leaning down to whisper in kev’s ear “don’t worry, i got something better for you”.
unzipping your pants and pulled down your boxers you took out your cock and rubbed it between kev’s cheeks, really humping him and getting him to feel it as your purposely press against his hole with your tip then just sliding against it without going in. kev wanted to cry out and beg you to just shove it in if it wasn’t for the fact he was so fucked dumb from your fingers alone.
no worries tho, you knew what he wants, not that you can read his mind or anything but the way kev looked back at you, with sex-drunk looking eyes and pouting lips was just like that of your boyfriend’s, needy and very much dick-craving stare, who were you to deny a whore its purpose?
and just when your boyfriend thought he could have a moment of respite, he’s being pounded into again. he starts sobbing and begging you to stop, spouting out “i’m sorry” and “forgive me”. but just like kev you threw your head back at how tight he was, your cock fighting to force itself even deeper in his little virgin hole, while kev is crying out in pain and somewhat pleasure, slowly losing more and more control over his body as he thrusted his hips front and back.
you watch as kev humps back and forth getting more of your cock in his hole and fucking into your boyfriend who’s lost in shameful bliss, and honestly you couldn’t feel a thing, he is inexperienced in bottoming you assumed… even tho he looks like one, ah well you just have to regain control again.
as you deemed kev well adjusted for your cock you finally grabbed his hips stilling his body and pulled back far leaving the pre-covered tip hovering just a bit inside his hole then thrusting your hip fast again reaching all the way past his prostate and deep in his guts, oh god kev felt like throwing up, screaming out as he felt like he got punched in the stomach,, oh he just came.. well that’s embarrassing.
kev tried to mask his ejaculation from you, he didn’t want to admit he just came from getting a cock up his ass but you took notice regardless, of course you would just from the way his back arched out? let alone his girly-ish moan that kev himself didn’t know he had in him.
you looked directly into your boyfriend’s eyes, as you started up a slow pace fucking in and out of kev’s hole, “pathetic really, this guy is who you choose instead of me? unreal” but at this point neither lev or your boyfriend could register anything.
kev gasps and screams as his hole finally gets its taste of an actual cock for the first time, while your boyfriend trembles as he’s forced to endure kev’s cock fucking into him over and over again.
you really set a brutal pace for a first up the ass timer from the way kev was screaming, a bit annoying but honestly appealing to your ear.
with every thrust you make kev feels more and more like he’s in heaven, his perky nips rubbing against that of your boyfriend as he’s being manhandled by you, it was almost like they were kissing tits for tits. not only that but kev felt highly overstimulated, feeling pleasure from two end points, gosh how can this feel so good, he feels like he’ll cum again.
and he wasn’t the only one you can tell, as you continue to fuck up into kev but your eyes are glued to your boyfriend, staring daggers at him, seeing the way his face twists into different stages of sorrow and pleasure, soon he’s also braindead with his tongue hanging out like a used out whore from being double pounded, all while he struggled against his bound hands. now that’s a look you’re well familiar with, but no shot yer gonna have a cheating bitch get that sort of privilege.
you wrap your hands around kevs tummy and pull him back to and out of your boyfriends hole, pulling him back until his back is pressed against his chest, he whimpers out and shakes his head as you place him on your lap and spread his thighs wide.
your boyfriend whimpers out at the feeling if emptiness, and more so the look you gave him as you started thrusting up into kev while staring daggers onto him never cutting of eye contact. you want him to be ashamed, and more than anything you want him to feel jealous that he can only watch as you pound another,
unless he was into being a cuck then thats just sad.
what’s more sad is how unsatisfied you feel right now, your cock is hard and raging as you fuck into kev while manhandling him up and down on your cock in sync with your thrust, but you barely feel anything, more like kev is feeling most of it. sobbing, bawling and moaning like he was getting beat up, well he was getting his guts beat up thats one thing.
kev sobs turn into hoarse screams, his body shaking as he was fucked into over and over again. deep, you were in sososo deep in this position, he can feel you even deeper and it feels so good, way too good. god.
all while your boyfriend watched, tied down helplessly to the bed, years streaming down his face non-stop, as he watched you downgrade kev into a mere fleshlight right before his eyes, he shoulda been more careful, but shoulda coulda woulda all he can do is watch pathetically as his lil cock twitched at the sight against his own will.
kev lost in pleasure as he unconsciously reached a hand to his wet cock but was stopped mid stroke by you who took grabbed onto his cock instead, wrapping your hands around the moderate sized cock and squeezing tight, making kev shake his head left and right begging you to give him release.
“patience, well can’t assume you have any since you couldn’t wait to plow another man’s boyfriend,, well ex now i suppose” you said out-loud to kev while directly staring at your boyfriend.
you didn’t stop for a second continuing to fuck into kev, you fucked into him so deep you could swear you saw the outline of your cock against his stomach,, seriously how did he of all people get to fuck boyfriend? you weren’t sure with how he huffs and puffs random nonsense, fully cock-drunk.
you fucked harder into his hole, still being as tight even though you stretched it out properly.
you started to feel it more the harder his hole squeezed your cock and the more desperate your boyfriend looked at you, not kev but you.
was he envious? did he want to be the one getting fucked instead? maybe he finally realized the mistake he did, the fact that this kev will never be able to satisfy him like you will. well you were gonna give him a little taste.
you sped even more groaning as you felt yourself closing in on your peak, you chomped down onto kevs neck and closed your eyes, all while still holding a firm grip on kev’s cock preventing him from any form of pleasure other than your cock ramming into his guts.
your thrust grew shallow as you threw your head to the back, thighs shaking as you slowly move. “fuckk,,, there we go” your spunk shot up deep in kev’s guts as you stayed still making him cry out, it felt hot, he felt like his stomach was boiling.
and when you finally released your hands off his cock he came with a scream, one so loud you’re sure the dorm next door will not be appreciative about it.
the feeling of warm cum filling him to the brim and your cock pushing hard against his prostate plus being denied resulted in him orgasming a long streak of white that shot all the way to you’re boyfriend, soaking him fully.
some reached his face, eyes and bits even in his hair, “truly filthy”.
you pulled out and pushed kev till he fell forward on your boyfriend, losing all his strength to make even a single move.
you stretched out your arms and sighed, then got up and took one last glance at the sight before leaving, a job well done.
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you received a text message from an unknown number! report or accept the message?
report - accept
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unknown: hiya uh kev here, u free after roll-call tmmr at midnight by chance?
just imagine him being so damn spoiled by you? he’s such a tough and cool assassin, everyone fears him, but once he sets his foot in your shared bedroom, he becomes a pathetic mess. sometimes at least. other times, oh well.
but yk what else reminds me of him? (need to be logged into twt obv)
another pathetic one
you‘ve been tied up the entire with it inside you while he was on the job, hes so mean :(
2 or 3 fingers deep, or maybe 4? you‘ve lost track
this is exactly what happened at some point in my ex bf!nagumo fic
i‘ve said it before, and i‘ll say it again, he’s so fucking messy
the meeting with the order went so wrong ugh, he has to take it out on your pretty cunt
it’s truly a miracle on how you aren‘t pregnant yet
i swear on everything he calls you bunny (he makes you bounce on it like one)
now that i think about, he probably sniffed that panty afterwards
working out together would never end well, let me tell you that
