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Now let's get to the fun stuff!
I write for One Piece atm, however, I am not opposed to jumping into new fandoms. I also love JJK and Naruto Shippuden.
Masterlist:
Multifandom Kinkcanon
One Piece
Stress Relief Series
Admirals
Just a Normal Day - Trafalgar D. Water Law
Birthday Gift - Trafalgar D. Water Law
A Pleasant Surprise - Shachi and Law
Fresh Scent - Eustass "Captain" Kid
Payback - Bartolomeo
A Sweet Treat - Sanji
A Bold Choice - Shanks
Serving Platter - Mihawk
Your eyes crack open tiredly as a warm hand runs up and down your naked back lovingly. A small grin washes over your lips as you meet the eyes of your scarred, red-headed lover, and you can't help but groggily joke out,
“Take a picture, it'll last longer.”
Kid snickers, rolling his eyes as he leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek. You grimace and give a, “Eugh, Kid what the fuck?” as a chuckle reverberates in his chest. You lazily reach a hand out to slap against his chest when he suddenly bites down on your shoulder, clearly in a mood and you give a heavy sigh before crawling up his naked form and laying yourself across it.
“You're in a mood, ain’tcha?” You grumble, peppering a few kisses against his jawline as one of your hands runs through his messy locks. “You got me movin’ and everythin’, and I'm not even awake yet.”
Kid rumbles a sound of agreement in his chest, though he still doesn't say anything. His flesh hand runs up and down your back again as you curl into his arm a little more. After a few moments of silence, you lift your head up and ask, “What's going on?”
You're surprised when he looks off to the side sheepishly, an irritated grimace on his face as he finally gets out, “What would you want for your birthday, if you could have anything?”
You narrow your eyes at him, brows furrowed slightly as you ask, “Where's this coming from?” You idly remember Reck and UK asking you the same thing last night, but from how much they'd made you drink with them, you can barely remember what you'd answered with.
“I mean, I have everything I need-”
Kid cuts you off, “Nah, not something you need, something that you could have no matter the price, no matter how long it would take to get it, what would it be?”
He stares back down at you, your gaze switching from scarred eye to non, confusion rising in your chest as you asked, “Kid, where the fuck is this coming from? You're kinda worrying me.”
He narrows his own eyes at you in disbelief. “Worrying you? Why? I'm just fuckin’ curious, now fuckin’ tell me.” He digs his fingers into your side, pulling a surprised squawk from you and you retaliate by slapping his chest again, this time a little harder.
“I just-”
“Ah! Don't fuckin’ lie, just tell me what your heart says.”
You frown at him and bark out, “I already have everything I want, right fucking here!” You press your palms into his chest before sliding them up to his shoulders, giving him a slight shake as you continue, “This! You! Right here! This is what I want for my birthday!”
A wicked grin washed over his face as he practically purrs out, “My sweet Sugar, that's all I wanted to hear.” He pulls you into an almost demanding kiss as his hand slides down to your leg and pulls it up over his hips so your naked core is pressed against his erection.
You hum softly, grinding down on him slightly before you ask, “Why were you so adamant about hearing that?”
Kid nips at your bottom lip before murmuring genuinely, “UK asked you last night, and you said, “Kid is all I want. He's my present and it's a gift to wake up next to him every day.” I just… wanted to hear you say it to me.”
Your eyes watered slightly as a soft, “Aww…” rose from your lips only for Kid to roll his eyes with a huff and burning cheeks as he captured your lips again, murmuring against them, “You've got me, Shugs. You'll always have me, and you'll always be mine.”
Your heart feels like it could explode right then and there, and you can't help but stare up at him with loving eyes as you pull away enough to reply, “I love you, Eustass.”
Said redhead grins in response, nipping at your bottom lip before he whispers, “Love ya babe. Always.” He slides into you with a butterfly groan, your own moan echoing in harmony with his as he claims you once more. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”
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I love you Sugar!! 🫶🫶🫶 Just wanted to let you know!! 💖💖
Ris!!! My sweet love!!! Thank you so much for the love! I’m gonna times it by a million and slingshot it right back to you because you deserve all of it!!!
Thank you for loving me and being the amazing person that you are. I thank all of the stars in the sky and all of the stars that have fallen and dance on the ocean waves that they’ve brought you to me.
I’m going to take very special care of this! You won’t be without either because I am sending all of my love to you in exchange ❤️❤️❤️
Sometimes you have a friend that you absolutely adore. And sometimes that friend gets bullied, but the bully is too cowardly to actually say anything to their face. So they remain anonymous.
I had a hunch. And it was confirmed in less than 6 hours when that person sent similar hate mail to me. I know who it is and that’s the important part. The other important part is that I am a whole grown woman and this doesn’t phase me.
Stop bullying. It’s not cute. It’s not funny. And sometimes it is absolutely harmful.
Random little ramble I wrote after my friend confessed they're into priests now 😅 I'll probably write more for this eventually-
Also thank you to all my friends who encouraged me to post this, I love you all and you know who you are. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
TW- blasphemy, edging, priests, masturbating, body worship, low-key sexual harassment but reader is into them too?
This went against everything they'd ever known. They'd been abandoned at the church together as babies, raised to be true men of the cloth, lived by the holy code. They were the top priests of the church and were extremely honored to know they were shepherding the Lord's lambs to true salvation.
Until you arrived.
You were so beautiful that the first time they met you, the men were sure you were a divine maiden sent from their lord himself. Soft, kind hearted, with eyes that seemed to truly see through them. You were so breathtakingly beautiful that that night the men made their first true sins against their father.
Ace came four times fisting himself in the bath thinking about how soft your lips looked when you softly mouthed his name. "Father Portgas".
Sabo was much more debauched already, grinding his leaking, aching cock between his pillow over and over again. The sight of your deep, intense, gaze as you confidently looked into his eyes playing on repeat until he was growling and grunting, soft whispers on your name falling from his pretty lips like a mantra once he finally spilled his yearning for you.
They were down, truthfully and utterly down horribly bad for you after that night. They'd find any reason to touch you, Ace resting his large, warm hand on the dip of your back as he leaned over you to examine the scripture you were reading. Or Sabo grasping your hips to steady you on the library ladder as you reach to grab an old book to help them put together the next sermon.
'It's innocent.' They thought, doing these things, only to use these moments as new material for their nightly, secretive, worships of your pull on them.
By the first month you're in the church Ace and Sabo are unable to help themselves from getting painfully hard the moment you enter the same room as them, barely able to focus on your questions as their minds reel with lavish debauched fantasies of worshipping your divine maiden body.
Unbeknownst to them you aren't fairing much better yourself. The first time you caught either of them moaning your name quietly was two weeks after arriving. You'd wanted to discuss his sermon from the day with Sabo and your body froze outside of his barely cracked door as you heard a low moan of your name. Heat danced up your neck, realizing what was happening when you peeked in and seen him hunched over his pillow. His golden locks sweaty from how hard and long he'd been fucking into his pillow thinking of you. It was so wrong. How heat pooled in your gut and without thinking, you slipped your small hand in your sleeve to reach down and feel the growing wetness in your panties.
You were truly, and utterly debauched realizing you liked being wanted by him. Silently masturbating as you watched, fingers slipping clumsily and inexperienced against your lower lips until you brushed against a bundle of nerves and nearly choked on a quiet gasp. You stopped then, fixing yourself before silently shutting his door to go and find Ace to ask for confessional.
Imagine your surprise when you stop at his door and raise your hand to knock only to hear a much louder groan of your name from behind the old oak door. Not one, but both desired you? Your head swam with thoughts, guilt, shame, but mostly arousal and curiosity. Surely it would be the gravest sin to approach either of them about this.. To voice you were interested too?
A little gifty-poo for my dearest @laidenbreecatchall !! Thank you for everything you do, I'm so glad you exist in my life!!! 😭😭😭💖💖💖 I hope yall enjoy a little taste of the crazy man that is Doflamingo 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖
Doflamingo, my beloved 😭😭💖💖
SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @moss-woods , THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE WITHOUT YOU !!! I love you endlessly!! 💖💖💖💖
There was always something about Doflamingo that sent your nerves into overdrive. The loud cackle that echoed in the halls of Dressrosa, the way his feathered coat left trails of him wherever he went, the smell of his cologne filling your senses to the point of near suffocation -
You loved it all.
There was a difference in the way he looked at you after you returned from your first, and immensely successful, solo mission. The way his glasses glinted in the candlelight of his office as you tossed the files you'd stolen onto his desk with a muted thump.
He was clearly impressed, with the way he stood from behind his desk and sauntered over to you, crowding around you and cooing in your ear with how pleased he was with you and your work ethic.
That was three months ago, and now he wouldn't leave you be.
“Ah, here you are~”
You sighed through your nose and tore your eyes from your scribbling to look up, only to immediately press your back right into your chair, Doflamingo's face a mere inch or two from yours. Any closer and the tip of his nose would brush against yours… you mutely wondered what it would feel like, quickly shaking away the thought as you cleared your throat and asked,
“Good afternoon, Doffy! What can I do for you?”
The Celestial cackled as he moved around the small table and came up behind you, placing his warm hands onto your shoulders, his lithe fingers gripping into your clothes and flesh as he bent down to breath across your ear,
“Your King demands your presence.”
You turned your head slightly to look at him, your cheeks burning at how close he was. Your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment before staring back into his rose tinted shades.
“A-alright, well what-”
One of his hands moved from your shoulder to grip the lower half of your face, his fingers tight against your cheeks as he tugs you a little closer to reprimand you.
“I didn't ask you to speak.”
You freeze in his grasp, ignoring the way your heart beats in an irregular tempo, like a mismatched drum set playing two different songs.
You went to apologize when his grip tightened enough that you whimpered, ignoring the way your legs trembled and ached to press together for relief.
“... come with me.”
He releases you and moves back far enough for you to slide out of your chair. Eyes wide and curious, you followed behind him, having to take three steps for every one of his.
He kicks his room door open and reaches behind him to grip you at the base of your neck, nearly tossing you into his room and onto the lush carpet that laid around his bed.
“You've tried my patience too long, little dove.”
You shiver from your spot, groaning silently as you untangle your limbs and sit up on your knees to stare up at him.
“What did I do?”
Doflamingo stops mid stride at your small voice, a deep set frown etched into his face as he nearly hisses back,
“You know what you do.”
Your expression twists into one of confusion and worry, your fingers aching to reach out to him and it's like he reads your mind, taking the last long step to you before he reaches down and hauls you up onto his bed. He throws you down onto the plush comforter and tosses his coat beside you, watching as your adoring eyes roam his god-like body.
“That.”
Your gaze stops on his face, watching from his giant bed how he seems to have an inner conflict. You sit up only to be pushed back down roughly, one of his large hands almost covering both breasts from thumb to pinky.
“That's what you do. You stare.”
Your brows furrow slightly as you tease lightly,
“You're upset because… I stare at you.”
Doflamingo cages over you in a flash, his hands on either side of your head as he slots his body between your legs. You wince slightly at the tug in your muscles, not used to being stretched like this but you breathe slowly to work through the pain.
“Mock me again,” he hisses down at you, ignoring your pain as he presses his hips harder into yours, grinning wickedly as your legs automatically curl around his waist.
“Oh? Is this all my little bird wanted?”
His voice purrs in your ear as his thick, clothed cock brushes against your core, pulling a gasped moan from your lips.
“D-doffy-”
He shuts you up with a rough kiss, his larger mouth taking over yours and claiming it like he did Dressrosa, with cunning skill and walking the fine line of manipulation.
He pulls back slightly to nip at your bottom lip before he snarks at you,
“Just a crumb of affection from your King and you fall apart… tell me, my dearest, darling little dove…”
Your eyes slowly reopen to stare up at him, breathless and aching for more as he continues,
“How many times have you dreamed of me?”
You freeze under him, your eyes going wide in shock and surprise as you try to get out an answer.
“I-wh-I-you-”
He mocks you in a snooty tone before cackling at you, leaning down to catch your neck in his teeth harshly before letting his tongue dance over the wound. Your teeth clench as you keep back a shout of pain at the bite, though your eyes roll back as a shiver runs through your body as he lavishes your skin.
“All it took to make you fall apart was a little attention… So tell me,” he purrs again, his words dipped in sugar as he murmurs against your throat, “how many times… have you dreamed of me? Of being like this…”
One of his hands curl into your hair to tug your head backwards, exposing your throat to him completely as he chuckles over your skin.
“Or… of being mine?”
Your breath catches in your throat as your head is pulled back, the pleasure overtaking the pain as you finally whimper out,
“Too many times.”
Doflamingo grins against your throat as he demands lightly,
“Show me.”
Your hands move to cradle his face in your palms, stilling the beast above you as he seems to stop breathing. Your fingertips gently dance over his face, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and down the bridge of his nose.
The movement stills the Heavenly Demon, though you can see how hard his heart pounds in his chest from where you're lying. You smartly make no comment, instead continuing to trace over every inch of him you can reach.
There's nothing but silence between you, both your breaths mingling as aching tensions rise, feeling how hard he's becoming just from your touch.
You can't help but smirk slightly, your eyes wandering over his face again as your fingers just dance over the rim of his glasses.
“Just a little affection from your favourite dove,” you whisper out, shocking Doflamingo into a silent rage. “That's all it takes? Oh, my love…”
You watch his chest lurch slightly where his heart sits underneath, knowing that your words somehow made his nearly non-existent organ stutter. Pulling him down by the back of his neck, your lips met once more as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling a low growl from his throat as you bite at his bottom lip before pulling back.
One of his hands roams down and rips your pants down your legs, tossing them and your panties aside like trash as he presses two fingers into your warmth. They slide in easy, immediately soaked from how wet you were, the lewd sounds filling his room and your ears.
“Is that what you want, pet?”
His fingers curl upwards and press against that sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars, the overwhelming pleasure taking all logic from you as you nod wordlessly. He chuckles to himself as he watches your body move on its own, grinding against his hand as his palm presses against your little bundle of nerves, alighting your skin as if it were on fire.
“Cum for your King.”
He presses into you over and over, adding a third finger and rubbing against your clit with a ferver you didn't know he had. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you inhaled, your vision going blank from how hard you came as he kept going, causing you to squirt over his hand and upper arm.
He stills for a moment as you slowly come down, watching with greedy eyes as your chest heaves with every breath you take. ‘All mine,’ he thinks to himself as he pulls his fingers from you and presses them to your mouth.
“Clean yourself up, dove.”
You lick and suck his fingers and hand clean, making sure to keep your eyes on him the entire time. A wicked grin washes over his face at the sight as his other hand pulls down his own pants.
When finally cleaned, he cages you once more, lifting your legs with tight gripped fingers as his heavy cock rests against your twitching core.
“Is this what you want?” He coos, that same grin never leaving his face as his cock slides up and down your slick warmth.
“Please,” you beg softly, letting your hands roam his chest, memorizing every curve and scar with loving fingertips.
“Oh, my dearest bird…”
He stares you down, one brilliant blue eye and one scarred watching you like a predator watching his last meal.
summary: law might hate bread, might hate sweets, but if eating them is the only way to show you how much he cares, then so be it.
pairing: law x fem!reader
cw: none! fluff, awkward law. some descriptions of food and textures if you're sensitive to that!
wc: ~3.5k (wow!!)
an: this is for my amazing friend @guilty-sugar ! i recall you saying that you were good at baking, but sad that law probably wouldn't eat any. so, we're gonna make him >:)
i have not posted in soooo long so pls forgive me 🥲 i hope you all enjoy law and making him suffer by eating bread!!
the air is getting warm again, he can feel it. it grows so stuffy that he shrugs off his top layer, leaving him in that buttoned shirt he couldn't stop wearing after the one time you told him it looked good.
his eyes scan the medical papers in front of him, but his mind is annoyingly slow today.
law does a grand job of pretending that he doesn't know your schedule, doesn't know the tell tale signs that point to only one conclusion. the air grows hotter, the crew buzzes with poorly repressed excitement and the sound of clinking metal bowls echoes throughout the entire submarine.
it's baking day.
he's been preparing for this. he's finally going to face his biggest enemy yet, a foe that seemed much more intimidating than any warlord or emperor of the sea.
today, granted the ocean didn't swallow him whole, law was going to try some of the baked goods that you were known for making, including the bread.
the thought alone makes his skin crawl, but it pales in comparison to how small he feels in your presence. it irritates him, especially since your intentions have been nothing short of well meaning.
that's what he thinks, anyway.
law runs his tattooed fingers through the black strands of his hair, deciding to forget about whatever paper he's reading about in a bid to feel a semblance of control. he's overthinking, looking too much into things.
do you really smile at him more than everyone else? do you ask about his coin collection because you actually care or are you being polite?
within the upper quadrants of the polar tang, he can just barely hear the others hound you with questions about what you'll be making. no matter what it was, it was sure to be gone in a snap.
a dull thump shakes the sub, but he doesn't think much of it.
bepo, he thinks, probably slipped trying to gather ingredients for you. his suspicion is confirmed when the laughs of penguin and shachi follow shortly after, but the sound doesn't begin to compare to the one that flows out of your lips.
he represses a groan, his way of ignoring how his heartbeat momentarily diverts from it's usual rhythm.
his knuckles grip the sides of his chair, using it as leverage to push himself into a standing position before grabbing his hat and making his way to the kitchen. the air is almost uncomfortably warm now, but he can't find it in himself to be upset with you.
the submarine had been navigating the undersea currents for a while now. a visit to the surface was just about due.
it's not like he planned it like that. no, of course not!
he didn't even think about how the crew would be eager to hop off the vessel, didn't think about how you'd stay behind to bake while he took on the task of keeping you company.
he steps into the kitchen with curiosity, though his expression gives nothing away. it's that same almost neutral face, his brows slightly furrowed and lips teetering on a frown.
bepo is sitting on the floor of the kitchen, the flour dusting his form barely noticeable against his plush white fur. the bear is half-apologetic and half-embarrassed, the former directed toward you while the latter stemmed from the laughter going his way.
"sorry." he grumbles again, thought it looks like you could care less. bepo seems to have enough of his crew mates, tackling the other two men and making sure to get them covered with flour.
their complaints mesh with your amused laughs, a soundtrack that the polar tang's captain knows well.
law is blind to the scene before him, everything becoming out of focus as he spots you mixing some ingredients into a bowl. you're laughing, nose crinkling and mouth stretching into a grin that almost makes his stoic expression crumble.
the corner of his lips waver, just a little bit, your joy infectious in a way that makes him believe it's an actual disease.
however, he has work to do and baked goods to stomach.
"and what are you all up to?" he asks, arms crossing as he forces his gaze away from you.
it's almost comical how the four of you straighten up, abandoning whatever you're doing to raise a hand to your foreheads in a mock solute. the "hello captain!" that echoes across the room is practically in perfect sync, or at least enough to make him shake his head.
he sighs, telling you guys to quit it. "that doesn't answer my question."
penguin brings a hand down on bepo's back, a cloud of flour puffing into the air as he does so. "sweets day, cap!"
you affirm penguin's statement, tilting your head with a smile as you give a rundown of what's on the menu for today. some cupcakes, a few cookies and a loaf of sourdough.
just the mention of the bread is enough to make him tense.
bepo laxly nods in agreement with you, his black nose twitching as he catches the scent of vanilla extract. his head is in the clouds, not so much on his captain, so he decides to join you at the counter to mix some ingredients together in a bowl.
at the doorway, law gives penguin and shachi a deadpan look.
shachi chimes in with a grin, nodding his head in your direction. his words are meant to be sly, directed toward the captain, but he's unable to hide his amusement. "sweets day with the sweetest member of the crew, don't you think cap-"
"shut up." law interjects, brows pinching together as he takes in the poorly concealed smugness written all over shachi's face. it's on penguin's too now, while bepo has long since abandoned the conversation to help you instead.
it's only because they've known law for so long that the duo know how much he likes you. no amount of scolding or scoffs can make them think otherwise.
the captain can tell by their smiles that they think they have the upper hand, but he ignores them. law speaks before they have a chance to open their mouths again.
"get the sub ready to surface." he orders, cocking his head in the direction of the control room. "we're stopping at the next island."
that seems to get their attention, their heads perking up at the thought of getting out of the cramped submarine. the duo give law their best salute, scrambling away to make preparations for the sub's surfacing.
law shakes his head and lets out a sigh, taking some strong steps toward you and bepo. your dynamic with the bear is one that melts his heart more than he'd ever admit. the way you can shift from witty and bright to determined and caring makes him want to explore every side of you.
he snaps out of his thoughts when you lightly reprimand bepo for stirring the batter too aggressively, a chuckle threatening to leave him.
an announcement is made throughout the sub to prepare the crew for what's to come.
reluctantly, law makes his leave. he'll have time, he'll have you, but he has to take a couple minutes to brace himself for what will happen once the rest of the crew leaves the submarine.
another half hour passes before the sub's hatch is opened.
the fresh air is much needed, the cool breeze like a balm that quells the unease in law's chest. a series of footsteps echo throughout the submarine as crew members make their way to the exit, smiles plastered on their faces.
this island seems lively, welcoming. the sun casts a bright glow over the town in the distance, a plethora of shops and eateries nestled side by side.
even though law is staying aboard, staying with you, there's a sense of proudness that rushes through him as he takes note of the relief plastered onto the faces of his crew. he doesn't let it show, but clearly their happiness affects him.
he lets them run loose, trusting them enough not to cause too much trouble.
his eyes do narrow at penguin and shachi though, the two men snickering a tad as they walk off with bepo in tow. it's like they see through his plot, his ulterior motive, and the captain gives them a look that serves as a warning.
as the blurb of orange jumpsuits fades out of view, law is left with the sound of crashing waves and a light breeze.
his grip tightens on kikoku's hilt, a gesture that he hopes makes what he's about to do a little more easy.
the scent of baked goods wafts out the door, overpowering the salty sea breeze without issue. he can hear you humming along to some random tune, talking to yourself as you navigate through the kitchen.
he follows the trail like a ship to a lighthouse, drawn in by the warmth and splash of color you add to his life.
upon walking into the kitchen, he takes note of how your back is turned to him. you're washing some dishes, the spoils of your work organized neatly on the counter. just the sight of all the sweets is enough to make his stomach ache, but he persists.
you call out to him first, catching him in those all too common moments when he gets lost in his head. "captain? i thought you were gonna head out with the others."
turning off the sink, you dry your hands off with a towel and focus your attention on him. he doesn't miss the slight tilting of your head, how your eyes glimmer with curiosity.
oh, he was horrible at this. no matter how many times he practiced the script in his head, you found a way to unintentionally mess with his psyche. maybe it was your hair, your eyes, everything.
"needed to finish some work here." he lies, so smooth with his words that you don't even think to question it.
with a nod, you give him that smile, the one that pops up in his head while he's reading and makes him lose focus. "if you finish up, maybe you can meet the others in town. or you can keep me company here."
he takes your words in with a hum of acknowledgement, watching you navigate through the kitchen with a natural ease. for a second, he allows the comfortable silence to stretch. he summons all of his courage, swallowing his pride and nodding toward the delicacies on the table.
"can i…" his jaw tenses, the temperature in the room feeling as though it's rising with every tick of the clock. he squeezes the hilt of his weapon more firmly, his throat feeling dry as he looks between your confused face and the frosted treats.
he gets it together, not asking, but declaring. "i want to try what you made."
your brows rise at his words. it's not like your captain to try your baked goods. you'd never taken offense to his reluctance, as you were well aware of his eating habits, but this is completely out of left field.
one could hear a pin drop, his request lingering in the air.
"you… want to try them?" you echo back, unable to hide your skepticism. your eyes browse the array of treats, including the loaf of bread that was still cooling on its rack. "are you sure? which one?"
law doesn't mean to sound so snappy with his response, but internally he's freaking out. your doubt, the subtle concern in your voice, makes him want to prove himself even more.
"i'm sure." he insists, taking some steps toward you until he's at your side. his eyes scan the table, each morsel seeming to laugh in the face of his uncertainty. "i want to try each one."
your eyes follow his, the table sporting a variety of treats ranging from cookies to cupcakes to the star of the show, your fresh sourdough bread. in your head you prepare for disaster, creating a scene that's as comical as it is mildly concerning.
"if you lost a bet to penguin and shachi…" you start, giving him an apologetic glance.
he's quick to cut your accusation short. there are no bets, no pressure from anyone but himself. "no."
when he looks back at you, expectantly, as if he doesn't know how to approach this hurdle, you grab a plate and start to load it up. there was no way you were going to give him a full serving of anything, so you chop off a piece of each dessert and make what you think is a perfect sampler.
he takes the plate from you with a degree of reluctance, but the brushing of your fingers against his acts as a reminder as to why he's doing this. words aren't his specialty. hell, it's hard for him to show how much he cares in general, but he can do this. for you.
his tattooed fingers pick up a piece of… something. it looks sweet, like something he'd hand off to bepo. those black brows of his furrow a tad, as if he's trying to break down the pastry to an atomic level.
taking note of how he seems to be losing himself in his own thoughts, you speak up with confidence and snatch the remaining portion for yourself. "it's just a chocolate chip cookie." you explain, taking a bite of it yourself to show him how it's done. "flour, sugar, eggs…"
"understood." law sighs, trying and failing to act even remotely excited about what was to come.
his teeth sink into the cookie, only a small quarter piece, and he has to keep from making too much of a reaction. from the chocolate clinging to his tongue to the sweetness practically making his gums ache, he finds each chew to be a struggle.
but when his eyes lift to meet yours, seeing the look of anticipation on your face, he finds that the cookie isn't so hard to swallow.
his tongue peeks out to catch any remaining crumbs, shuddering as the sugary sweet taste lingers in his mouth.
he takes a step toward you, a small one, nodding his head and hoping you can't see the hints of pink starting to form on his cheeks. "it's good." he states, even though from your angle it had looked like he was trying to swallow glass. "what's the next one?"
it seems like eons have passed, perhaps the longest ten minutes law has ever lived through.
he swears his stomach is starting to hurt from the amount of sugar settling in there, and the smile you give him, the appreciation you show, doesn't make it feel any better. your presence makes him more jittery than any dessert, that much was certain.
while you were hesitant at first, not wanting him to strain himself, you can't deny that your sweets-averse captain willingly trying your concoctions was flattering, meaningful.
"okay, last one." you clap your hands together, glancing at the last piece of food on his sampling plate. it's a small chunk, not even worthy of being served as an appetizer, but to law, it might as well have been a death sentence. "the sourdough bread."
hearing the word alone makes law's jaw clench, his eyes narrowing as if he had a personal vendetta against the bread. even when he's picking it up, he can't help but scrutinize it.
"yeah, last one." he echoes back, his eyes finding yours in a sort of stubborn inquiry for support.
understanding what he needs, as usual, you grab a piece of the bread for yourself and hold it up. the nod you give him, allowing him to dictate the pace, seems to give him the confidence he needs to conquer this molehill he's made a mountain of.
after a playful countdown from you, he chucks the bread into his mouth and forces his teeth to bite down on it.
the first taste of it almost has him freezing up, his chest rising and falling slowly in an attempt to not let his nose wrinkle. the texture of the bread is killing him, the roughness of it seeming to scrape against his tongue in a way he's not particularly fond of.
hearing you hum in content, clearly pleased with the taste of your own creation, is almost like a slap to his pride- in a good way. he chews a bit more, it's almost damn painful, but he does it.
finally, when the last few chunks of bread are swallowed, law feels like he can breathe a sigh of relief.
"well, that's everything, captain." you smile, taking the plate from him and lightly placing into the sink. you're aware that this wasn't exactly easy for him, yet you're happy that he tried them. "what do you think? good enough for the crew?"
the answer should be obvious, as your treats were usually devoured within only a couple days of being made. law was confident that you could place ice in a bowl and the crew would eat it up without question.
"it's… good. everything was good." he replies, eyes following your every move. his heart feels a little more heavy in his chest, the lump in his throat harder to swallow than the goods he'd just tried. "the crew is lucky to have you."
i'm lucky to have you.
he inwardly curses himself for being so inexperienced with these matters and he places his hat on a nearby counter so he could run a hand through his hair. law is so caught up with his own inner turmoil that he doesn't notice how you grow a little bashful, how the laugh you give is more nervous than playful.
"thanks, captain." comes your response, the sound of clinking drawers filling the air as you started to properly store some of the goods for later. "that's sweet of you to say."
he hums, his way of telling you that he hears you. at the moment, he doesn't quite trust himself with speaking, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.
there is a comfortable silence for a few minutes, but it's not entirely suffocating. it's comfortable, almost welcoming. there are few people law was content to simply exist with, and you were one of them.
his mouth opens, your head tilting toward him as he states the obvious. "i hate bread."
it seems like a no brainer, your arms crossing while you change your position to face him better. "yeah, i know. what about it?"
law looks at you like he was looking at the desserts earlier. intense, almost scrutinizing, as if he would rather peer into your brain instead of hold a conversation.
"i hate bread." he repeats, the tension in his frame melting away a tad. "but i like it more when it's yours."
you're not sure how to respond to his admission, your jaw tense in a bid to keep it from falling to the floor. your captain is red faced, trying oh so hard not to just blurt out what he's been thinking for the past few months. it would be easy to get it out with a scoff, acting like it's not a big deal, but he knows you deserve better.
"everything has been better since… since you joined." the confession is heavy, the implication clear. this was no simple talk between a captain and their crew member.
while his cheeks get hotter, his brows furrow, his gaze doesn't waver from yours. he's watching for every reaction, anything that he can pick up on to confirm or deny his hopes, hopes which he rarely grants himself to believe to be possible.
your smile is a balm, the relieved laugh you give making him release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"i can never tell what's going on in your head." your shoulders rise and fall with each chuckle, your chest buzzing at his words, at what can, will, come from this. "you didn't have to try all the food. especially the bread. you know that, right?"
his lips tug upward into a small smirk, his confidence growing upon seeing how you're reacting to him. it's enough to make him take a few steps forward until he's right before you.
"thought it would be a good way to show you that i mean what i'm saying." he answers, the taste and feel of the treats now long forgotten. "besides, i see how disappointed you get when i don't try them."
the way your eyes avert, the small tilt in your head, only highlights your guilt. "yeah, okay, maybe a little, but i wasn't gonna force you to eat bread. and all those sweets…"
"i'll have to get used to it." his shoulders shrug, his expression going back into that more nonchalant one that you're used to seeing on him.
the words have your brows furrowing in confusion. "what do you mean? are you going to start joining us for baking day?"
"no. i'm not eating bread ever again, so consider yourself lucky for being the only one to see it happen." he casually states, silently reveling in how you react, before he allows his smirk to grow a little more wide. "i just have a feeling that you're sweeter, and i'm not planning on giving you up any time soon."
Date Night Headcannons featuring Law, Penguin, Shachi, and Barto with NSFT included for the lovely Heart Pirate Homie Hoppers @guilty-sugar and @mandiemegatron <3 (plus Barto... you know... as a personal treat..)
NSFT Content warnings: No gendered language for reader of any kind used, Pengun's mention of/implied oral sex, Shachi's contains mentions of sex while mutually intoxicated (alcoholic ice cream), and implied unprotected sex/finishing inside, Barto's includes mentions of implied oral sex and biting
A/N: This can be read as canon or modern au - some activities listed as possible date ideas are modern things but can easily be substituted for canon verse activities if you want
Heed the warnings stated, this is an 18+ self ship blog, all posts subject to possible 18+ material - this post does contain NSFT content
Law
He does have the date planned out but he wont tell you that whatsoever, and when he asks you out it almost sounds like a threat but you can tell by the way Law is only looking at you from the side of his eye while scowling with a deep blush dusted across his cheeks that he's genuinely interested in a date night together, further confirmed by the smirk that spread across his face when you accepted
Is cleaned up and dressed nicely in all his usual clothes but new shirt in a darker black than he already owned and some additonal jewelry (a chain and two rings), and his usual boots that he spent the night before polishing while arguing with the boys about whether or not he should wear a flashier shirt to your date
He will open doors for you and pay for the bill but don't expect him to pull out any chairs for you or go giving you his jacket because you're cold. He would just stare at you deadpan and tell your ass no. Should've planned for the weather better
Takes you somewhere like a little hole in the wall bookstore or antique shop where y'all could look around and maybe snag a few things (books if at the bookstore, and coins for him and whatever catches your eye at the antique shop if you go there), pays for your things but only if they're reasonably priced and WILL shame you if you pick out anything too expensive or what he deems stupid. As long as it's not overpriced he'll still buy it for you even if it is stupid though
Spends most of the date listening to you talk and asking pointed questions to keep furthering the conversation without adding much until you get onto a topic he actually has a pointed interest or knowledge in, though he does actually love listening to you talk about your interests (as long as you aren't getting repetitive or into asinine details... he can show some irritation on his face creep out in those moments. You only get to repeat yourself one or two times before he bluntly calls you out on it unless you've been together awhile then he just sighs deeply and does a little circle in the air with his finger to signal you to sort it out and hurry it up)
Absolutely will tune out and ignore you for a whole hour on your date, absorbed in his book while y'all just coexist peacefully if you went to the bookstore, or will enthusiastically tell you all about the coins he found if you went to the antique shop. In the case of the coins, he tries to act childish and calm at first but his passion and neediness will overpower that as he rambles endlessly to you about his coins, completely steamrolling over any questions or comments you have until he's done talking
Fully expects a goodnight kiss and is pleased as a peach when he gets one. Sinking into your lips and letting his hands slide onto your hips, he's got you melting into his chest in moments
Is an absolute tease in bed, loves edging you and running his hands all over your body, sliding his nails lightly down your side to watch you squirm at the sensation, licking and nipping at your skin and blowing on the damp spots his makes, relishing in the noises he draws out of you
He'll do foreplay for hours, until he gets bored or his hands start to cramp whichever comes first
Then he gets absolutely sex drunk, unable to do anything other than shut his eyes and let his head fall against you, fingers digging into your hips as he loses himself to the sensation of your body around his, taking almost no time at all to finish, he uses a condom but h'll still pull out and pull it off at the end just so he can come all over you
He will do some aftercare and its adequate, dogshit at any sweet-talking after, the deed is done its time to clean up and get ready for bed, though he complains about snuggling, he does automatically go to snuggle with you when y'all curl up under the covers together, but he quickly stops talking and closes his eyes and tells you to shut up and go to sleep if you ask him if he wants to stop snuggling
Will just leave in the morning unless you tell him before hand you want to do breakfast, though he will make you some coffee and make sure to leave a note if you don't do breakfast. Otherwise he will absolutely make you a small and reasonable breakfast he makes you come to the table for and will even eat with you before he leaves
Penguin
Total sweetheart who has the whole date planned out in his head before he asks you out but completely changes to something different once you accept the date because he thinks everything he came up with was not good enough for you
Dresses to the nines, and he definitely makes sure to dress in an extra layer so he can offer you a jacket if you get cold (don't expect his hat though unless you've been together a long while, in which case, he usually has his old hat with the puffball on it stuffed in the jacket pocket for you just in case)
Complete and total gentleman, by far the most considerate of the Heart Pirates listed. That means doors are opened for you, chairs pulled out, he's not even going to let you think about paying. it has nothing to do with how he sees you and all because he wants you too see him as capable and dependable, someone who cherishes the relationship you have together and always will
He would definitely be brushing his hand against yours, distinctly looking anywhere BUT your hands, until you finally hold his hand and he'll look your way with the dopiest smile and bright flush to his cheeks, pulling you closer to him as your fingers tangle together
No matter how well he plans though he always forgets something, whether it's simply the music to the star lit picnic, or something big like tickets to the actual even y'all had planned to go to (thankfully usually just small things! The big ones are a rare occasion, and always beats himself up more than you could ever even think of hinting at towards him and he always makes it up to you even if you insist it was nothing to worry about!)
Cheek kisses are all he ever lets himself hope for in the beginning and absolutely falls over the first time you sneak a quick peck to the lips instead, and absolutely melts into your whole touch when you let him have more of you
His insecurities come to light when y'all are intimate, not that it dulls his enthusiasm or technique, but you can deftly tell he's always a little nervous, always a little worried in the back of his mind if you're really enjoying your time with him or if he's what you really want, because he surely doesn't deserve this here with you right now, but a few well placed kisses and sweet affirmations whispered in his ear and he's completely fine for the session, worried abandoned until next time
LOVES giving/pleasing you in any way, especially with his hands and/or mouth, he's fantastic at foreplay and oral. Enjoys receiving but is insecure about how he looks and sounds the whole time so he tends to avoid it and go straight into pleasuring you.
Does great aftercare and will snuggle you all night long, he doesn't care what part of his body goes numb from you sleeping on it, he just wants you there as close as possible.... until he eventually does have to adjust, but he will still be big spoon if you let him readjust so his arm wont go numb)
Absolutely brings you breakfast in bed from a cafe or bakery nearby and will have even gotten a few extra goodies he hides in the bag for you to have as a treat to yourself later after he has to leave for work
Shachi
Has plans but they’re not meticulously thought out, there’s wiggle room for change of plans if y’all decide to switch it up and go w the flow for the evening or leaves room for y’all to head home and duck out for a night at home if you find yourself overstimulated or not up for being out
His plans? Pizza and laser tag followed by a trip to the alcoholic ice cream store before heading home together
He tries to look nice but casual, by that he means he put on clean cargo pants and shoes and metal band tee with NO puns on it (despite what he really wanted, he took half of penguins advice when he was told quotes and puns on a shirt for a date was a no go), a jacket w a fur trim on the hood (think loke’s jacket from fairytail) 2 band bracelets, and a couple of rings, and he even got law to paint his nails black (if only bc law didn’t want black nail polish all over the fucking floor if they did it themselves), plus his hat and sunglasses 😎 of course.
He will give you his jacket if you get cold, but reluctantly and expect him to complain about being cold, he would much rather you just snuggle up in the jacket with him than hand it over
Is respectful by all means but definitely is not as overt in his gentlemanly ways as Penguin is, despite Penguin's best efforts to instill in him this is a DATE and he should act like it, Shachi can't help but treat you like he always does, the bestest friend ever that he's totally in love with and comfortable with (and super horny for, he finds that important to add, to himself silently in his head of course lol)
Pays for everything but isn't offended if you pay, in fact it really flatters him and makes him give you the "AWHHHH Babes!! You didn't have to do that!"
Does absolutely take laser tag way too seriously and goes for blood in the laser tag room. Thankfully yall did a few rounds w a group so it didn’t start directed at you. But it does quickly turn into an almost all out bully session after a few rounds when the groups disperse and you do a few rounds just y'all
He wasn’t mean by any means but he definitely had sooooo much fun at your expense he’s in tears clutching his stomach by the end and you’re trying to keep up your pout, trying not to crack in laughter at the ridiculous sight of him rolling along the floor like an idiot
He DOES apologize after though and holds your hand as your get boozy ice cream and is really sweet letting you get anything you want and giving you puppy dog eyes to let him pretty please try a bite of yours he’ll share his (he just wants the attention and to share bites of y'alls spoons together the SAP)
Literally can not stop complimenting you and especially after the boozy icecream he is one sweet word after another… along with sweet warm touches as he giggles and begs you to come back to his room with him, whimpering and whining the whole way back about all the things you do to him how it isn’t fair how riled up you get him
Seriously he can not shut up, you have to start making out with him when you get back to the room just to get him to stop and even then he’s moaning groaning whimpering and whining, he’s absolutely sooooo noisy and it’s even worse when he’s tipsy or drunk
Will be biting you all over and licking and kissing each spot tenderly after to make up for it but you’re gonna have some marks on your neck and inner thighs, your lips even a little red and tender
Dont worry he will ENTHUSIASTICALLY try to make up for his roughness and you’ll love every minute of it
Drunk Shachi will beg and plead the WHOLE time cum inside you, acts like he’s in literal bliss while he’s fucking you, talking about how perfect you feel, how you make his brain mush and we’ll you take his cock while begging and pleading to cum inside just this once please there’s no WAY he can finish anywhere else and be satisfied
He will viciously snuggle you after and throw an absolute FIT if you try and disentangle from the whiny little furnace he is so be prepared to quickly clean up w a shirt that’s tossed aside and pulling up just the sheet bc that man is already attaching himself like an octopus and he is OUT
WILL give you rubs and sweet kisses and take you out for breakfast in the morning if you wake up sweaty sore and grumpy tho and give you his softest clothes to wear out since it was your shirt you fuckin grabbed to clean up w the night before
Barto
Has plans and they are meticulously thought out long before he has the courage to ask you out
His admiration of Luffy evident even his dating life as he makes plans inspired by Luffys interests and adventures, looking to recreate excitement his idol has enjoyed for his next favorite person, you! He totally plans to take you out on a treasure hunt for the best food, fight, or fun such as the new arcade he found last week right before he finally asked you out
However, he is totally willing to scrap any and all plans if you're not up for something so thrilling or adrenaline pumping, and won't even be disappointed about it, he just wants to impress you (almost as much as he wants to impress Luffy)
He even takes a bath and cleans his clothes/piercings, brushes his teeth etc before your date on his own accord (after a possible hint that being clean might bolster any physical intimacy chances), what a good boy! Even puts on some brand new nipple rings for your viewing pleasure!
Absolutely will give you his jacket if you get cold, hell he'll tell you to keep it! It looks so much better on you anyway! Although that does leave him shirtless shivering in the cold but he absolutely will not complain about it if that happens
Brings you weed flowers and you love them because there's lots of pokey green thorns and they remind you of his mohawk and he blushes and stutters when you tell him so and thank him with a kiss to the cheek
Absolutely gets excited and starts babbling at lots of points during your date, often bringing up Luffy, but also surprisingly manages to bring it back around to y'all and tie in his babbling so at least the conversation is somewhat participateable, not that you mind, his hilariously sweet devotion to Luffy is one of the many things that endeared you to him in the first place
Frequently gives you extravagant over the top compliments throughout your date, even going as far as to say "Next time we see Mistah Luffy I'm totally taking you with me, show you off like a prized treasure I found! Ha! He'll be so impressed by my impeccable taste in partners, he'll be 'Woah Barto! Where'd you find this gem at?' He'll totally dig your vibe! You're like the coolest person in the world, outside of the Straw Hat crew, of course!"
Is extremely protective of you, even though he knows you can take care of yourself he definitely goes a little guard dog, barking and growling- I mean, cussing out anyone he thinks is looking at you wrong and definitely punches someone if he hears any insults about his beloved treasure
After the date is over and he's nervously taken you back to your room wherever it may be, letting nerves turn him into a blushing and stuttering mess, trying to find a way to ask for kiss (I mean, he was SUCH a good boy the whole date! AND he bathed! He can definitely ask for a goodnight kiss right? You had a lot of fun you even kept smiling and blushing at him he's SURE that means its okay to ask for a kiss...), but you take the breath out of his lungs when you stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss and fry his brain completely
Don't worry though he recovers after a minute and he's all over you in the best of ways, he's all tongue and teeth and searing heat, kissing you with as much passion as he shows for beloved Straw Hats, and really showing you what that long tongue can do
He's completely lost in you, your hands in his hair and his teeth on your neck when you tell him what a good boy he is and there's no stopping him now and after the filthiest groan you've ever heard and a buck of his hips he'll tell you directly, you're not leaving that room anytime soon, and certainly not walking on your own two legs if he has anything to say about it
Comes all over you and will absolutely lick it all up after and then just grabs something to clean you up with off the floor and tosses it to you before grabbing something to clean himself off too before yanking the blankets up and pulling you onto his chest and passes out like a drop of a hat. He adores you but you have to explain to him in the morning if you want your aftercare to look any different (though he will enthusiastically do any changes you ask for)
Enthusiastically makes you the worst breakfast in bed ever, the man can absolutely not cook but he does take you out after to make up for his shit cooking skills (and the disaster int he kitchen don't look at it its fine)
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this was actually never supposed to see the light of day (didn't even make it out of my notes to a doc lmao) so no title for this
How long until he himself is slain in the name of peace across the nation and finally laid to rest in waters marred by his own blood and for once not that of others?
Surely the blood should be gone by now. But he can feel it, splashing up to his shoulders. Pouring down his lungs. He is wading in it. How much blood is on his hands?
Too much.
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he can only hum in response, chasing after your lips again in his version of an apology. “there’s a couple more hours before daylight.” john’s eyes are half-lidded when they meet yours. “rest, darling. we’ll still be here in the morning.” you’re not sure if he says it more for himself or for you, but who are you to resist the surety in that subtle smile?
“alright, baby.” the last bit of tension bleeds from your shoulders as you press a gentle kiss to the space between his brows, another to the scar still beneath your thumb.
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“why aren’t you looking at me? don’t tell me you’ve gone shy on me.” he grasps your chin gently, bringing your attention back over to him.
those eyes. those piercing, molten gold eyes burn into yours and you can all but gasp. tiny suns replaced the soft irises, blinding you to everything except for him. to say you’re getting lost in them would be an understatement — you were sucked into his gaze, drowning in the light that he so readily provided.
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As he succumbs to the coating of icy water around his limbs, he places his hope elsewhere. He hopes that they tried their best to save you, that you weren’t alone or in pain as your lungs gave out under the briny water. Most of all he hopes that you know that he tried his best to be a better man for you, and that he loved you; though it was messy, and complicated, and frustrating at times, it was much as he was capable of—he was only partially whole, but he wanted to become complete for you.
He wishes he had told you that, directly, with no cryptic words masking his sentiments for you.
He wishes he could have given you so much more.
He had intended to give you so much more.
He’ll make it up to you in the next life, he decides as he passes out, his blood leaving a trail through the water.
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Pressing the tip of his tongue against the sweet spot he knows oh so well until the nearly painful knot inside you finally snaps. His grip tightening to hold you still so he can drink from you like his favorite bottle of wine.
No amount of pride can contain the smile on his lips when he has sated himself of his thirst for you. His hands rub each twitching muscle with precision until your body finally calms. He needs his plate still after all. And when he has rolled you over and dressed your back with his favorite treats, he whispers smugly in your ear.
"Do not move a single muscle, my dear songbird, or I might be tempted to take my time in the future."
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CW: Cunnilingus, reader is used as a plate, mentions of alcohol, smut, MDNI
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Dracule Mihawk lounged on his bed, leaning against the headboard, a glass of wine in one hand, eating from a plate of fruits and cheeses with the other. Except, you are the plate. Laying obediently still and naked on your stomach, careful not to spill a single grape or strawberry.
This isn't how your night started. No, it began with strong hands removing each article of clothing as if it was made of paper. Delicately stripped from your body with smooth, precise movements. Not a single fingertip touching your skin until the final piece of cloth dropped to the floor.
Sure hands hover a breadth away, exploring your curves completely before the warmth of his palms ever touches you. Mihawk wants you to tremble with anticipation alone. And you will, eagerly awaiting each stroke along your shoulders. The firm squeeze of his fingers pulling the tension from your muscles as easily as wringing water from a rag.
He wants your mind to melt and your body to feel limp in his grasp so he can guide you into position. Laying you on his bed with your arms positioned above your head and legs bent, opened wide enough for him to kneel comfortably between them.
The very tips of his fingers glide along the outside your legs, tracing simple lines from your ankles to your thighs before wrapping each finger around them one by one. Not a single movement wasted in his effort to have you quake with desire. Golden eyes watch you with unwavering determination. His face lowering ever so slowly until his warm breath grazes the lips of your pussy, slick and glistening with arousal.
A gentle lick against your clit already enough to make your breath catch in your throat. He wields his tongue as precisely as his blade to bring you to the very cusp of pleasure without ever actually let you reach the peak. The strong muscle delving deep within you, caressing every wall in it's endeavor.
Only after a torturous hour of dancing on the very edge of an orgasm, when your body shines with sweat from your uncontrollable trembling, when you're begging for relief, will he relent with a smirk. Pressing the tip of his tongue against the sweet spot he knows oh so well until the nearly painful knot inside you finally snaps. His grip tightening to hold you still so he can drink from you like his favorite bottle of wine.
No amount of pride can contain the smile on his lips when he has sated himself of his thirst for you. His hands rub each twitching muscle with precision until your body finally calms. He needs his plate still after all. And when he has rolled you over and dressed your back with his favorite treats, he whispers smugly in your ear.
"Do not move a single muscle, my dear songbird, or I might be tempted to take my time in the future."
