joyboy

𝐢’𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[aseyaz]

𝐮𝐡 𝐨𝐡, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞…

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CONTACT INFO: NOA, twenty-one - you can find her in roronoa zoro’s bed

❕ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

library

[satorena]

happy thanksgiving to my fellow canadians 🦃🫶🏽

[tayatimiko]

Besties/bfs/ whatever u wanna call em.

[aseyaz]

hello

[aseyaz]

what would u do if your man told u he likes his ass eaten

[aseyaz]

i was into short kings but im officially seeing the truth 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 tall men for the win🙏🏼🙏🏼

[aseyaz]

fuck im horny 😔

[bby-deerling-deactivated2024070]

vanilla bean (law x reader nsfw)

law likes your lip gloss a little too much ;)

wc: 1.5k || masterlist

this was written for the lovely @happy-saiki, who gave me permission to share with all of you! <3

tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @sanjisprincesswifey @fanaticsnail

Law adores you.  From the wayward flyaway strands of hair that frame your face to your sharp, biting wit, all of the little idiosyncrasies you possess drive Law crazy; however, none of these get quite under his skin like the soft, calming scent of vanilla that lingers in your wake.  Without fail, his eyes always follow as you lift your tube of gloss to your mouth, smothering your chapped lips until they glisten, always smacking them with a gentle pop that serves solely to provide you with a sliver of amusement.  Transparent and shimmering, your mouth lures him in like a bright beacon and leaves him helpless to do anything but fall into the tantalizing trap of being in your orbit.  However, he tries so desperately to hide the way the layer of flavor on your lips needles at him as he grapples with every fiber of his being to hold back when you approach him with that intoxicating taste on your mouth, your lips glinting as they catch stray beams of light that taunt him mercilessly.

No matter how unintentionally brazen his stare becomes at times, you never seem to notice exactly what you do to him, turning him into a feverish, needy creature that he barely recognizes as himself; never making the connection, you simply focus on soaking in everything he has to give you, not picking up on the way his tongue runs across your lower lip repeatedly, desperately trying to catch any remaining hints of gloss remaining on your mouth. 

Maybe that was part of the appeal for Law—you have no clue how much you’re driving him crazy as you spread a bit of it along your lower lip for seemingly the millionth time today, hastily rubbing your lips together as you spread the sticky, viscous liquid evenly along your mouth.  Eyes intently watching you, he can practically feel the sweet vanilla flavor dancing along his tongue, but even still, he needs to feel it—taste it—for himself.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, trying not to show his entire hand as he waves you over towards his desk, his legs stretched out wide as he sits in his chair.  Impatient, the tips of his fingers drum against his leg as he waits for you to draw closer.

“What’s up?” you ask innocently as you approach him and perch yourself onto his desk, absentmindedly pressing your lips together to distribute your gloss more evenly.  He takes a deep breath as he watches your lips smack together, his eyes darkening as your doe eyes bat back at him in confusion.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he murmurs, leaning forward and looping his arms around your waist.  Putty in his hands as he pulls you towards him, you let out a small sound of surprise as he yanks you off the table and onto his lap; your legs straddling him, Law has you where he wants you as his lips crash against yours.  He doesn’t bother trying to stifle his heavy sighs or soft moans as he feels the drag of your lips against his mouth; hips grinding up into yours, he’s greedy as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, transferring a tiny bit of the gloss into his needy mouth.  “Tastes so good—feels so good running across my lips…” Law mumbles, making your eyes widen with a smidgen of shock as he slides his tongue against yours.  Roaming hands graze along your sides before harshly grabbing a handful of your thigh, grasping you as if to ground himself in reality as his mind slips into a high.  Rocking yourself into him with a bit more friction, you let out a needy sigh into his mouth as he continues to kiss you possessively, both body and soul consumed by your essence. 

The dissonant tastes of mint and the last bitter dregs of Law’s coffee drag along your tastebuds as his hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties; a soft whimper escapes your shiny but now kiss-bitten lips as his thumb starts to rub circles into your clit.  “I didn’t know you liked my gloss so much,” you whisper with a soft, teasing lilt when he breaks the kiss for a brief moment; he lets out a low grumble as he captures your lips again in an attempt to hide the shade of pink that’s creeping into the apples of his cheeks.

“’Course I do.  I can’t keep my hands off you when you put that stuff on,” he murmurs against your lips, making you whimper with delight as your hips eagerly roll into his hand.  It’s intoxicating, the way he’s so enamored by such a simple little thing, but you’re certainly not complaining as he slides the crotch of your panties to the side and runs the tips of his fingers along your entrance, inhaling sharply with satisfaction when he feels them slicken.  “So wet for me…” he whispers, pulling apart from the soft, shimmery sanctity of your lips to kiss his way down your neck, biting softly at your sensitive flesh as two of his inked fingers press inside of you.  There’s an addictive quality to the way his fingers curl against your sweet spot, rendering you into a writhing mess as you twitch in his lap, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.  Gentle whimpers float through his ears, and despite the soft, airy tone of your voice, he’s only prompted to get sloppier, rougher, more purposeful with his movements as he tries to get you off, desperate to see those shiny lips of yours part in ecstasy.  Though you’re getting close—that much is clear from the way your thighs begin to quiver with yearning, pressed against his rough jeans—he wants to give you more, overwhelm you until you can’t think straight, something impossible to do when he’s still fully clothed and awkwardly maneuvering around your state of half-undress; he needs more control.

Room.

Shambles.

He’s swift as he adjusts your position once he’s got you in his bed, laying you down on your back as he unbuttons his jeans; you take the time to slip off your own underwear, leaving you bare and dripping for him as his lips connect with yours once more and his head prods at your entrance.  “I need you.” he whispers lowly as his shaft teasingly drags along your folds.

“Then take me,” you murmur in return, your teeth biting gently into his lower lip as he slides inside of you.  Law leaves you feverish as his thumb rolls circles into your needy bud once more, this time with more intent as he sets a steady pace with his cock.  The mewls you let out for him are mangled and nearly pathetic, but they make a sense of pride stir at the base of his spine; the sight of you splayed out beneath him steals his breath from his chest, and he becomes twice as determined to turn you into a mess around his cock.

“That feel good?” he teases with a hint of raspiness in his voice as he feels your walls start to twitch around him.  When you nod and whimper affirmatively in return, he only smirks and keeps prodding you with low, husky words as he brings you closer to your high.  “Yeah, I know it does,” he says smugly, grazing his teeth along the soft column of your neck.  So close to snapping, he can feel the heat from your cheeks against him as your breathing turns shallow.  “Let go for me, let go and cum for me,” he murmurs, letting out a satisfied exhale as your body bends to his will and you unravel for him.

“Fuck, so tight, you’re gonna make me—” he hisses as he grits his teeth and tries to hold back the inevitable as your pussy threatens to milk him dry.  However, soon the building crest sweeping through his body is too powerful to ignore, and the wave breaks; his head buries into the crook of your neck as he cums, holding back a moan with a bite to your shoulder that he smooths over with a hasty kiss once he comes back to his senses.

“You alright?” you ask him softly after he pulls out and rolls over onto his back, watching him as his heart nearly beats out of his chest.  These little bits of pure vulnerability were so rare, yet so enticing to see as the seemingly permanent furrow in Law’s brows unknits, and he lets out a sigh free of both baggage and worry.

“You’re just so pretty,” he says without thinking—something nearly as uncommon for him to do as him smothering you with compliments regarding your appearance—as his head tilts to face yours.  “I’m glad we’re together,” he whispers, voice softer as he meets your gaze.  Oftentimes, Law expects you to infer meaning from the dozens of small gestures he offers you, but now, as he pulls you close, he shows gratitude verbally, which is no small task for someone who keeps his deepest feelings buried in the sulci of his mind and in the crevices of his heart.

Though three silent, unspoken words hang in the air between you, there’s an overwhelming sense of content as you fall asleep in each other’s arms—it would be nice to hear him say it one day, you think to yourself, but with the way he holds you close, you get the gist.

[trsantoss-deactivated20220524]

I like mine nasty and obsessed with me.

[every-monkey-d-luffy]

[tayatimiko]

Drawing Older Men from One Piece

[bby-deerling-deactivated2024070]

law + lingerie

masterlist || commissions

cw: nsfw, wearing animal ears, law is a lil freak <3, minor pet(?) play (do not keep a snow leopard as a pet)

tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @queenmimi2817

every night after dinner, you head towards your bedroom, shed your boiler suit, and take a nap, limbs entwined with law's as you both recharge; it was a well-worn ritual, so much so that you don't even think twice about flopping onto your bed as you wait for him until you feel an unfamiliar texture of fabric brushing against your skin. sitting up, you find a set of objects laid out across the comforter that were likely neatly placed before you had crawled into bed without even taking stock of your surroundings.

strewn across the bed were a pair of black thigh-high socks with grey lace at the top, a pair of sheer, grey, crotchless panties, and a pair of snow leopard ears. cheeks heated, your heart catches in your throat as a wave of warmth floods straight to your core. this was just like law, to be so forward and yet so indirect, incapable of coming up with the words to ask you to put this outfit on himself; but he knows you'll do it. as he purposely hangs back in the dining hall, picking at the last few pieces of food on his plate, he can practically see you fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror in his mind, your body shaking slightly from the cool air running over your bare tits.

nervously, you find yourself a bit self-conscious as you sit on the bed, the clock in the corner ticking unbearably slowly. fidgeting, you adjust your pose and let out a shaky exhale, wanting to look perfect for him when he walks in. however, all the anxiety melts away when he swings the door open and sees you, his stare playful and beyond hungry.

"you look so sexy—so, so pretty." he murmurs between kisses, his voice raspy and deep as his hand slides up from your thigh, away from the hem of your socks and towards your core, and runs two of his inked fingers teasingly along your soaked slit. shivering with delight from the touch, your hips roll forward in an attempt to feel more of him against your sex, though the way his other hand presses yours into the mattress, fingers interlaced, reminds you that law is the one setting the pace this evening.

"so needy..." he muses, sinking just the very tip of his middle finger inside of you before pulling it out and tracing more teasing circles along your entrance. the frustrated whimper you let out only turns his smirk into a crooked grin as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him, cheeks dusted red and wearing those cute little ears.

"how about i make you purr for me? how's that sound?" he whispers in your ear as he sinks a finger inside of you; your response turns into a string of soft whines that please him, but they're not quite the purring sounds he's looking for.

but law is patient as he adds another finger and begins to curl them against your sweet spot, and doesn't mind keeping you here all night until he pulls everything he wants out of you, and then some.

[bby-deerling-deactivated2024070]

law + calming you down

masterlist || commissions

tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @zorolux

nothing was right; your chest was wound so tightly that you felt paralyzed, unable to do anything except take shallow, shaky breaths and tremble underneath your covers. though you knew law would provide an ear to listen, there were no words to say, and talking never helped you come out of these fits. guilt begins to course through your veins, feeling like a burden as you feel him stir and emerge from a groggy sleep next to you, but he shows no signs of irritation or annoyance as he turns you around and pulls you close to him, placing a clumsy, half-asleep kiss on your forehead.

the comfort of being wrapped in loving arms is just about the only thing that can quell the coursing worries that have implanted beneath your skin. though your breathing slows and deepens a bit, law can still hear the gears churning in your skull and feel the uneasy vibrations of your bones as you clench your jaw and try in vain to pull yourself together; understanding the feeling all too well, he wishes he could do something to calm you down, to hush the rambling anxious voices between your ears.

and then he gets an idea, pulled from the murky depths of his past.

"silence." he murmurs softly as he places his hand on the top of your head, and just like that, everything is quiet, the deep timbre of his voice pulling your consciousness out of your own mind. the throbbing pain in your head and your ears is replaced with the warmth of law's touch and the gentle rise and fall of his chest that presses against yours.

with a deep inhale that stretches your lungs to the point where it feels like your first breath, you tighten your grip around his waist and mumble a thank you into his skin leaving absentminded kisses anywhere you can reach as the tension in your body eases.

pressing his lips to the top of your head, he buries his face into your hair as you fall back asleep, thinking of corazón—of all of the good parts of their travels—and swallows down the bittersweet, nostalgic thoughts that linger in his mind. law wishes that he could see the two of you now as he holds you the slightest bit closer. content, open, alive, happy—he now had everything that cora-san had ever hoped for him and more.

and right before he drifts off to sleep, he checks once more that you're asleep, comfortable, and above all, calm in his arms, just like he is in yours.

[aseyaz]

444

[sanjisblackasswife]

Thinking about Riding Zoro.

@noawithlove sorry for the wait <3

CW: Pussy Grinding, Needy!Zoro, Established Relationship, L-Bombs, Zoro has a gold chain on☺️

“Fuck me—-!!”

“I already am silly.”

“Shut—ah~”

It’s funny seeing him like this. Not too long ago you seen him save you from some drunk fools that didn’t know what the word “no” meant.

Your boyfriend Zoro of course was never too far from you so the moment he heard your scream his sword was stomach deep in one of ‘em.

Was killing them necessary?

…Zoro would have said yes, but that’s neither here nor there.

Seeing the duality in him was a treat. He’s always known for his powerful aura, the way he carries himself to becoming the strongest swordman, but tonight.

He’s just a man. A man weak for pussy.

-

“Please…” His breath fanning your ear, his thick calloused fingers digging into your ass to roll your sticky wet slit against his shaft just for SOME friction.

You’ve been teasing him all night to the point you forgot you wanted to actually REWARD him for being so good to you.

“C’mon baby…” You hovered over his wet lips, his breath smelling like your pussy which makes you smirk a little. “Tell me what you want.”

Zoro’s tanned cheeks turning a flusted red, beads of sweat trickle down his forehead and neck, you trail your tounge up it to his ear, his back slightly lifting off the bed with your cold tounge hitting his hot skin.

You and him both knew if he wanted to he could just flip you on your stomach and make you cum at least 2 times within 30 minutes, but he wanted to be good.

He wanted to be your good boy.

“I…” He groans, you didn’t stop the rocking of your hips, you felt more pressure of Zoro’s fingers into the fat of your ass, and honestly you liked the pain.

“I need you…”

That…wasn’t exactly what you EXCEPTED to hear, but damn if only Zoro could feel how turned on that made you, his voice rasped, his breathing getting heavier, you can’t even deny him at this point.

You raise your hips , his eyes immediately dart to the literal drips of precum still connecting you both that causes him to bite his lower lip.

Grabbing his slippery dick you align yourself down on him, sharing a moan together Zoro grabs your neck the second your properly adjust to the painfully blissful bliss he’s giving you and kiss you.

It was almost as if he was telling you “thank you” and “i love you” in that kiss. His tongue wrapping around yours, the way his other hand pulled you closer, you felt his heart beat so quickly under your palm.

“Oh baby…” He whimpered softly thrusting up inside you, you both threw your head back, “Fuck yourself on me..”

The first slam you did on his pelvis already had him on the verge of cumming, but he couldn’t he tried his hardest and damnest to make sure his baby cums before he does.

“Common..” He huffed guiding your body to bounce up and down on him, his confidence grew back so he slowly started to rise on the bed and lean his back on the cold headboard. “That’s it, fuck yes baby just like that.”

He squeezed on your neck a little a breathless chuckle came out feeling you clench down, “you like that?”

You nod, “Mmmhm!~”

Your legs were wrapped around him, you both transitioned to the Lotus position making it even harder for you both not to end the fun so soon.

“Look at me.” Zoro commanded, “Look.”

He forced your chin to look up at him, His eyes were dark, lids were low you almost came from how he looked. His earrings bouncing and making a pretty little song, the way his lips kept latching onto yours it almost made you dizzy when he kept mumbling “I love you.” under your lips

Why did he have to look so attractive sweaty?

Zoro is usually not a fan of making more noise than you, but dammit the way your breast jiggled from each thrust, the way your mouth couldn’t stay closed, the way you pulled his hair when his cock hit just the right place he couldn’t help it.

He grunts and groans against your neck as he bit and kissed on it made you just want to clench harder on him.

You both were so close, but you almost didn’t want it to stop.

The sounds of the headboard, the bed, and the countless moans would cause an…interesting conversation in the morning with the crew but neither of you cared.

Zoro surely didn’t. Your pussy was his best stress relief.

[every-monkey-d-luffy]

[aseyaz]

noooooo please

[willowbelle]

Price to Pay

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dick-riding, brat taming kinda.

summary: you steal law's hat & put it on during sex. ;)

wc: ~800

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron@shamblespirate@eelnoise@maddddstuff @lowkeycasanova @stuckinthewrongworld @laylaloves-ed @leftladyluminary

Price to Pay

Law shifts his position beneath you, bending his knees and planting his heels firmly into the mattress for leverage as he thrusts into you. You allow your head to lull back, mumbles and mewls of pleasure escaping your lips as his tip expertly caresses your sweet spot. The change in angle intensifies each sensation, making your head grow fuzzy, every stroke deeper and more precise than the last.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t ‘cha?” the doctor chuckles, inhaling a shaky breath of air through gritted teeth as your walls clench him tighter.

Your breath catches as Law's thrusts become more forceful, his rhythm unrelenting and cruel. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you steady, guiding your body to move in perfect harmony with his.

Your senses are consumed by the ecstasy he bestows upon you, yet amidst the haze of pleasure, your eyes catch sight of his hat perched atop his head.

The thought of taking that prized possession of his crosses your mind briefly; a playful, mischievous urge that nips at your conscience and leaves you bloody with impishness. 

You imagine the look of surprise and challenge in his eyes if you were to reach up and snatch it away, the moment when realization sets in and his priorities shift. 

But even as the temptation grows, you weigh the consequences. Law's unyielding grip on your hips and the fierce intensity of his movements tell you he might not take kindly to your mischief. His breaths are concentrated, his hips meticulous in the way they roll to meet your weeping insides; do you dare distract him? 

The thought lingers, though, playful and audacious, even as you teeter on the brink of surrender. Law's powerful thrusts and expert caresses bring you to a state of near delirium, each moment blurring the lines between control and chaos.

And then, you reach up, your fingers brushing against the brim of his speckled hat, and with a quick, decisive motion, you throw caution to the wind, and lift it from his head. 

As his dark locks tumble down, framing his intense gaze, you catch a glimpse of the fierce desire smoldering in his eyes.

His reaction is immediate—a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by a low, rumbling chuckle. His lips curve into a smirk as he watches you place the hat on your own head, the brim tilting at a jaunty angle. 

The leopard-speckled garment feels weighty and powerful on your head, both foreign and exhilarating, a symbol of his dominance that you've momentarily claimed for yourself.

Your heart races as you see the challenge in Law's gaze. He never loses his focus or his pace, continuing to thrust into you with unrelenting precision. But now there's an added intensity in his movements, a new fire kindled by your boldness.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, I see you're feeling daring tonight," he teases, his tone a mix of amusement and something darker, more possessive.

The game you've started electrifies the air between you, making your legs tremble around his abdomen, a thrilling interplay of control and surrender.

"Don’t get me wrong,” the captain rasps in between moans, “It looks good on you," he murmurs, a hint of challenge in his tone, "But remember, there's a price to pay for stealing a captain's hat."

With a smooth motion, he reaches up and flicks the brim of the hat up, adjusting it slightly on your head, giving himself a better view of your flushed face. His touch sends a thrill through you, a teasing reminder of the game you've started.

“Oh, I’m aware” you whisper, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

His eyes lock onto yours, a playful intensity in his gaze. "Yeah?” he chuckles, a hint of promise in his voice, "Think you can handle that?"

“I know I can,” you assert, grinding harder against him to meet his challenge head-on.

Law's hands move from your hips to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin as he guides you to meet each of his powerful thrusts, stimulating your aching clit with each agonizingly-slow forward pull. His touch is possessive yet teasing, a clear sign that he relishes the challenge you've offered him.

"Hold on tight, then," he murmurs, his voice a low, sultry promise of what's to come. His grip tightens as he continues to ravish you, pushing you closer to the edge with every calculated stroke.