Should probably make this before I write too many to keep track of.
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Submissions: Open
Submissions: I'm willing to write for most anyone in One Piece. I personally love angsty prompts the most but submit whatever you like for whoever, I'll get to them when I'm having writer's block or need inspiration. I'm willing to write anything at least once so if you're thinking about it just submit it.
I'll add more symbols as time goes on.
Smut: 🍒 Fluff: 🌻 Angst: 💣 Dark: 🏹
Female Reader: ♥︎ Gender Neutral: ♥︎ Male Reader: ♥︎
Trafalgar Law:
♥︎Drunken Mistakes: Part 1 │ Part 2🍒
♥︎His Hat🍒
♥︎Laws Desires🍒
♥︎Emotions🍒
Buggy:
♥︎Insecurities: Part 1🍒💣 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4
♥︎Buggy's Love🌻
Shanks:
♥︎Shanks Touch 🍒
Eustass Kid/Killer:
♥︎Kids Anger: Part 1💣 │ Part 2💣 │ Part 3💣 │ Part 4
Sanji let to door shut behind him as soon as Chopper said you were stable. Heading to the edge of the deck to lean over the railing, the sun long gone and the only light coming from the stars in the sky. He grabbed a cigarette and his lighter, his hands noticeably shaking as he brings the items closer to his mouth.
His eyes were dazed over as he attempted to light the nicotine in his fingers, wanting any sort of comfort compared to what just happened the past few hours. Finally succeeding he breathe in the sweet release as smoke fills his lungs. The feeling grounding him ever so slightly as he lets his head fall, staring at his hands.
The feeling of warm blood enveloping them as he tried to stop the flow on your back, the transfusions that happened quickly while Chopper got to work stitching the wounds. His hands slowly turning sticky and dry, his shirt covered in the red liquid. And your face, his mind kept replaying the look you had given him just before you fell. The pale, worried, confused face. He didn’t know if you had tried to say something or if you were just trying to breathe, but the last gasps that escaped your lips before falling unconscious haunted his mind.
His throat tightened slightly as he flicked the butt of his cigarette into the open water below him, quickly lighting another while trying not to clench his teeth. How did no one notice? What happened that your back was targeted? His hands clenched the railing underneath him; how didn’t he realize you had been hurt?
During the fight he had been so focused on not looking at you. Deciding instead to focus on beating more marines than Zoro. Didn’t you cry out for help? Why was your back undefended? Wasn’t anyone fighting with you?
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You woke up the next day with Chopper fretting over you. Crying and yelling at you for not telling him you had gotten hurt. In the corner of the room, you could see bloody bandages piled into the bin, the lights just slightly too bright for your liking as you attempt to sit up. “What do you think you’re doing?! You need to rest,” Chopper ran back over to you, pushing you down as he heard you wincing.
“It can’t be that bad…” You mumble trying to think back to the moments before you passed out. It was difficult to think of anything at the moment, your throat was dry and your body felt heavier than normal.
“Not that bad? You nearly died!” Chopper cried, lecturing you while you stopped listening. The scolding voice going in one ear and out the other as you glance around the room. The reindeer fretting over every movement as he checked over you again.
“I’m alive.” Your voice was re-assuring as you placed a hand on his shoulder. Even with such a small movement you could tell how tired your body was. “I hope I didn’t cause to much trouble Chopper.” You attempt to smile and it seems to cause the cotton-candy lover to cry. The water works coming out as he yells about how worried he was.
Robin is the first one to enter the room upon the commotion being heard. Giving you a bowl of soup, “You gave us quite a scare back there.” And just like that everyone visited you as time went on. Never being alone but also not being allowed to get up when you want.
This biggest thing you noticed though was the lack of Sanji. You could hear him through the wall, prepping food and yelling at crewmates sneaking a taste. Yet he’d never made his way in to check on you like the others. The aching pain in your back almost feeling good compared to your heavy heart.
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Sanji kept replaying that night in his head. Or really that day. Maybe the past few weeks. His heart sinking further into a pit as his thought about what he could have done differently, what would have been better if he had handled the situation better.
He never meant to grow feelings for you, and when he felt his heart beat faster, he had thought it was the cigarettes catching up to him. Your cute voice filling his usually empty kitchen as you insisted on helping him. It’s not that no one else offered, it’s that you were just insistent on coming. And who was he to turn a pretty lady away?
As time passed, he started trusting you with more and more. His normally quiet evenings filled with meal prepping turning into spending time with you. Telling stories of adventures you had had, without the other. Soon enough he had you tasting his food prematurely, something he hadn’t done before, something only Zeff had the pleasure of doing as he honed his skills. He wasn’t sure why but watching as truly taste his food, putting in your thoughts for potential seasonings filled him with joy.
Even when your alone time together was interrupted, he was more than happy that you were able to fend off the main course while he fixed the others a quick snack. Making sure Luffy didn’t get too many bites of the unfinished food.
And of course, he noticed how you would sneak candy out of the kitchen for Chopper. It was his duty to make sure everyone had a well-balanced nutritious diet, and while he’d scold you from time to time, he always made sure to leave the healthier candy in a easy hiding spot.
Your laugh was another thing, your voice like angels singing in his ears as he drew closer with snacks prepared specifically with you in mind. The appreciative look on your face as you’d take the item from his trey sending him over the edge.
But that’s the thing. His heart racing was normal. Any women that walked by made him shudder, yet there you were. Seemingly making his heart race to the moon, faster than he’d ever felt it. The almost painful beating in his chest making him begrudgingly go to Chopper to make sure he wasn’t getting sick.
His shock when Chopper said he was as healthy as ever, going on his normal spiel to cut back on smoking but that the moment nothing had changed. It took him another week or two to realize what was causing the increased heart rate. You had been talking to Zoro, laughing with a smile on your face, and all Sanji could feel while watching from afar was a pained beat hammering away.
He thought he knew what love was. But clearly, he was in fresh waters when it came to you. And despite his bravado, his chivalrous behaviors and language of love, he was scared. Zeff had only ever taught him how to treat a lady, Sanji would see women come and go, but none that held onto his adoptive fathers’ hand for long. And Judge hadn’t a paternal bone in his body when it came to giving advice for the few years Sanji had spent with him. For once, he felt completely unprepared.
As Sanji smokes the last of his cigarettes, he lets out a frustrated sigh, tossing the empty carton to the side as he starts to chew on his thumb nail instead. His mind twirling with how he should have dealt with his own feelings differently.
His decision to stay away came hard to him. His heart telling him to follow you to the ends of the world, yet the pain in his chest of being truly rejected, turned down by the first person he’s truly wanted stopped him from pursuing you. He made a conscious effort to stay away as much as possible, but still believing your cooking time together could be his own secret heaven.
But as time went on, he realized your reactions to him, your delightful noises when you’d finish a task, your happy laughter filling the air of his kitchen, was making him day dream more. The seemingly secret rendezvous in his mind taking precedent in his every waking moment, getting distracted through out the day until you’d find him in the kitchen once again.
And so, he started to actively ignore you in the kitchen too. Maybe, if he stopped talking to you, his feelings would settle down and his feet would stop turning cold. It worked for a while; his heart settled as it didn’t hear your delightful tones ringing through the air.
Yet it didn’t last for long. The more measures he put in place to stop his feelings from growing, the more he seemed to fall. So, he swallowed the lump in his throat that fateful day. Not turning to you as you entered the kitchen to help him once again. He uttered those words without looking at you. He knew if he saw you, his resolve would break. His back was tense, waiting for a response from you, and yet it never came.
Instead, he heard your feet shuffle away, the door closing behind you as you didn’t utter a single word to him. And somehow, that hurt worse than any rejection Sanji had expected. Anger, confusion, anything, but silence? He grits his teeth as his heart pounded like never before, praying that it’d settle down soon, that these feelings he’d never known before would disappear without a trace.
Sanji bites his thumb, snapping himself out of his thoughts as he stared out into the ocean. He didn’t want to remember the fight with the marines. He didn’t want to remember the trail of blood, leading him to your pale face. He didn’t want to remember as his hands became drenched in your blood, your body turning cold underneath him as Chopper fixed you up. He didn’t want to remember how close you had come to deaths door before you finally turned around to dance on the fence of the afterlife and the living realm.
“Sanji…” The voice he had dreaded hearing called out to him, anchoring him to the present, the now, as you stood staring at him with some concern in your eyes. His heart froze, seeing you standing, walking, talking felt like a miracle that made it feel like he could breathe again. “I guess I should thank you,” You laugh out lowly, ignoring the own pain in your heart.
Sanji’s heart sank, your laugh sounded empty and bare, it wasn’t you. He focused on your body, it was too frail, too pale for your complexion as you stood there. “I didn’t think my wounds were that bad…” You trailed off, making light of your own injuries despite your back now littered with stitches soon to be deep scars.
Sanji’s blood ran cold as you continued to awkwardly joke about the situation, your way to cope with nearly losing your life. You still felt a little light headed when you came out to get fresh air, your breath being taken away when you saw Sanji, and you couldn’t stop yourself before you started talking. And now it seemed as those you couldn’t stop talking, dry laughter leaving your mouth as you attempt to get the man in front of you to speak a single word to you.
Then, without a second passing, arms were wrapped around you. A tight, yet careful squeeze holding you in place as Sanji buried your face into his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head, lightly stroking your hair. The sudden embraced shut you up, you breathe caught in your throat and your mind going blank as heavy emotions hit you, yet time felt still.
“I’m sorry,” Sanji whispered, only audible to you, “I…” Sanji choked on his words, his chest jumped a bit as though choking back a sob, unspoken words being conveyed from his actions as tears finally fall down your face. A small wail erupting from your throat as you pressed your face into his dress shirt, your hands bawling the fabric of his shirt as you cried. His soothing hands holding you as you finally let your emotions out into the man you trust the most on the crew.
Prompt: Shanks visits your village after being away for a long time and in classic Shanks fashion a party ensues.
Requested by Anonymous
NSFW
Shanks X Male Reader
It had been a long while since Shanks appeared on the shores of your island. Many moons coming and going before you got word of the warlord checking in on one of his many territories. Your heart skipped a bit as you watched the horizon for any sign of his ship. The island always seemed to be more chipper when he was around, a never-ending party as Shanks would gleefully find any excuse to continue drinking.
It took 3 mornings, but finally you could see it. The Red Hair Jolly Roger waving in the wind, it’d only be an hour or so until his ship would be docked, and everyone about seemed to be prepping for their arrival. Every tavern fully stocked, and more shipments expected to arrive soon, fully expecting to be drank out of house and home.
The towns people’s happy faces talking of Shanks greatest feats as the town square looked like it was preparing for a festival. You, yourself were helping set up lodging, knowing the pirate crew would be passing out on land after being on the sea for so long. The towns mayor more than happy to gather tribute money for the protection the Red Hairs Flag offers us.
Finally, you hear the bell ring through the town, the ship docking as his crew unloads the boat of treasures and booze. You run towards the dock, staying to the back of the crowd as you glance through faces to find the familiar red hair, his tall-tale laugh reaching your ears as you see him a couple dozen paces away.
Your feet freezing in place when you see him smiling while talking to other townsfolk, a tug on your heart before you force yourself forward, determined to make yourself known. Before you can even get near him you hear him call your name, his attention turning towards you as he walks up to you. He bends down, easily picking you despite the one arm and twisting you around. “Shanks!” You say with a smile plastered on your face.
“How I’ve missed you!” Shanks laughs out while putting you down, “This calls for a celebration!” His hand raising in triumph as you could see Benn sighing heavily behind him. The next few moments seem to move too quickly as you’re swept with the crowd, Shanks keeping a hold of your shoulder as he walks towards his favorite tavern.
It isn’t lost on you how his hand ghosts your back before resting itself on your ass. A subtle squeeze as he leans closer to you. “I’m assuming by Benn’s reaction that you were already ‘celebrating’ on deck?” You laugh out, twisting your neck to look at him as you grab his hand, moving it to your hip.
“He’s just a Sourpuss that I drank an entire keg” His booming laughter filled your ears as the entire town was swept into a rhythm of his making. Shanks leads you to the back of the tavern, sitting in an corner with a large round table, his men filling in the rest of the seats as tankards full of Rum and Vodka were placed in front of them.
He pulls you onto his laugh, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist as he pulls you flush against him, his head leaning over your shoulder as you grab his cards for him, holding them only for him to see while he sips his drink. Cheering and laughing ringing through the building while you help him play poker, his hand laying on your hip as he grinds into you.
It isn’t until a couple of drinks in that you feel him sink his hand into your pants, a blush rushing to your face as you glance to see if anyone notices, his fingers delicately brushing against the skin of your dick, a twitch into his hands as you suck in a breath. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one happy to see you~” Shanks whispers into your ear, grinding his own hardon into you as you hide your face behind the cards in your hand.
His thumb running over your delicate tip as you attempt to keep playing while distracted, moving one of your legs so he has easier access to do as he pleases. Shanks lips pressing against your jawline and neck as you press yourself into him.
You can feel Shanks grin into your skin as he tightens his hold around you, a playful tug making you yearn for more, “Kid it’s your turn.” You slap a random card down, not caring about the game anymore as your head leans back onto Shanks’ shoulder, your free hand wrapping around to rake your fingers through his hair, a low groan escaping your lips.
“Is there something you need darling?” His hushes whisper pressed against your neck as he leaves a bruising mark in his wake. Slow, deliberate strokes driving you insane as you try to thrust into his touch, “Remember you have to play properly,” His slight taunt making your ears ring as you open your eyes, glancing at the table. Most seem unfazed, others glancing but returning to their cards as the rest of the Tavern continues to party on.
Huffing as you feel him teasing you, changing pressures as he continues to pump his hand, Shanks enjoying watching you unravel. Straightening your back as you scootch a little bit off his lap, your hand dipping behind you to palm the outside of his pants just as he quickens his pace.
“Getting daring, aren’t we?” Shanks whispers, nipping at your earlobe as he ruts up into your palm, his grip becoming tight, a finger dancing over the slit of your sensitive tip as you choke on your breath.
He pulls you back against him fully, jerking you faster as you lean against the table, your face in your arms as your hand barely holds onto the cards in your hand, your legs dangling on either side of him. Biting your lip to hold back your labored breathing as your release quickly approaches.
Grinding your hips into his touch as you feel the pressure building, Shanks hand quickly glides down your shaft, a tight hold around the base of your leaking cock. A desperate moan escaping your lips as your eyes widen, the building of pressure feeling like too much. Your hands pushing you off the table as you push yourself against Shanks even further in a desperate attempt to get his hold on your cock to loosen, to let you feel the sweet release you’ve been craving.
“Now, now.” His laughing tone hits your frustrated ears, “That’s for later. Can’t have you becoming spent too early.” You feel the pressure slowly ebb away, the tight grip around your cock loosening as you slam your head against the table in disbelief.
Prompt: You go to the casino for the first time and catch the eye of a particular person
NSFW
Crocodile X Fem Reader
You walk into the bustling Casino. It was different from what you had expected. Plenty of machines filled with patrons wasting their money away. Your friends had convinced you to test your luck after beating them a few to many times at cards between all of them. Honestly you didn’t think the games were too hard but you couldn’t back down from a bet to see if you could double the money, they’d given you.
Talking of bets, you’ll admit it was hard for you to back down from a challenge, it’s a part of the reason you had avoided casinos in the first place. You push your thoughts to the back of your mind as you sit in an open seat at a table. A rather tall man in the seat next to you glances down, a cigar hanging from his mouth, “You seem new around here.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement and you straighten your back. “First time actually…” A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you glance up at him, “How could you tell.” You brush some hair behind your ear to distract yourself from the eyes boring into you.
The man, who has a scar stretching across his face smirks before leaning back, “It’s always easy to spot fresh fish in the pond. Do you know how to play the game or are you here to enjoy the view?” The smug attitude struck a small nerve with you but you pushed it to the side.
Sighing as you realized you’d have to interact further, although he was nice eye-candy, “Blackjack isn’t that hard of a game to understand…” You smile getting a small idea to test your luck, you glance up and down at the man seeing how lavishly he is dressed before meekly saying, “Although I’ll admit I’m not the best.” You lean forward on the table as you watch the dealer shuffle the cards, keeping an eye on the man beside you.
You see him quirk an eyebrow up, an amused expression on his face, “Not the best huh? Well it does take some practice…” The man leans closer to you, before he whispers, “Unless, of course, you’d like me to teach you?”
You hold back a smirk as your mind rejoices at hooking him on before putting on a gentle smile, “I could never ask you to help me Sir…”
“Crocodile”
Your mind gently recalls the owners of the casino being called Crocodile and races for a second as you think about maybe you’re taking on a large enemy. Glancing up at him, his eyes amused but seemingly aloof, “Sir Crocodile. You must be a busy man; I couldn’t distract you like that.” You display an innocent tone, if he doesn’t leave after this than that’s on him.
Crocodile chuckles, shaking his head slightly, “Don’t worry about that. I like the company. Now then… should we start the game Miss…”
“Y/N.” A smile plays on your lips as you notice the dealer hadn’t started handing out cards until Crocodile motioned for the game to start.
“Y/N… A lovely name,” He sultry voice rings through before turning his attention to the table. He leans over a bit though to continue the conversation, “Let me give you a little tip since this is your first time. Start small, don’t go too big too soon.” His voice sounded daring, “Unless of course, you’re feeling lucky.” A small chuckle leaving his lips as though it’s some sort of inside joke.
You swallow a small lump forming, ignoring his warning as you laugh a bit with him, “Lucky huh?” You stay still, thinking of your options, if you continued, you’d wouldn’t be able to turn back, “Maybe I am… Why don’t we make this a little more interesting? Just between the two of us yea?” You glance up at the casino owners face with a smile played upon your lips.
He raises an eyebrow at your words, a barely-there smile appearing, “Interesting you say? What do you have in mind?” He leans back in his chair, smoke billowing out from his cigar as he stares down at you, almost like a predator staring at their prey.
You choke on your words for a second, “What if…. If I win, you give me anything I want.” A smile falling back on your lips as your display an innocent look. If your friends wanted you to double your money, imagine their looks when you come back filthy rich.
Crocodile cocks an eyebrow at your proposal, intrigued by the idea, “Anything you want…” He thinks about a second smiling, “And what do I get if you lose?” The curious sharp look pinning you in your spot, his low tone giving clear enough warning.
You let out a small gasp, bringing your hands together nervously, you aren’t sure if you’re acting or genuinely nervous anymore but continue regardless, “Well then. I’ll, do whatever you want…” You voice turning to a small mumble as you turn your head away, your cheeks turning slightly red.
You feel his eyes watch you closely, his lips curly into a smirk, “Intriguing. I do like a woman who knows how to make an interesting proposal.” He leans forward, swiping the hair away from your neck as his voice becomes a husky tone, “I’ll accept your challenge Y/N. You win, and I’ll give you anything you want. But if I win…” His eyes trail over your features before continuing, “You’ll have to do exactly as I say. It’s only far. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You swallow again, regaining your voice as you nod your head in agreement, “I don’t intend to lose.” The attempt to show your prowess making Crocodile chuckle slightly as the game begins.
Small remarks are exchanged between the two of you as you continue to play until your chips have run out. Crocodile seemingly reading the dealer’s movements and anticipating the cards as they come. But as your last chip is spent you straighten your back, embarrassed at losing so easily.
Crocodile smiles, seeing the last of your bets disappearing, a predatory grin taunting you before he leans in close, “It seems I’ve won our little wager.” You suck in a breath, your head hanging down as you ignore the blush falling on your face, “You promised anything, and I intent to collect.” He laughs at your timid reactions now that you no longer have anything to bark back at, “Don’t tell me you’re were jesting.” His voice low and dangerous.
You suck in some air, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress, “I don’t go back on my words Sir.” It’s brings a spark of life to you, insulting at the idea of you not being serious of your bets. Crocodile watches you closely, taking note of the nervous seriousness of your tone.
“I must say, I’m quite impressed by your demeanor,” His low whisper hitting you as his hand slides up you arm for a second, “It must takes a great deal of courage to make a deal with me.” His tone turns slightly sour as his eyes narrow when your body shivers slightly, “But remember this. I won’t take kindly to anyone who goes back on their words.” You straighten your back, looking up at him with a small gasp as his hand grips your shoulder firmly, your face turning red from embarrassment.
He watches your subtle movements, enjoying the effect he’s having on you before grabbing your chin to point your face towards him. Despite the gentle touch, enough for you to shrink away, you stay, not wanting to be proven a liar, “I’m glad you understand the gravity of our wager.” His low dangerous tone sends a child down your spine before glancing around. He stands up and starts walking away a short command telling you to follow him hitting your ears.
You quickly take your place next to him, keeping up with his pace. He places his hand on the small of your back, leading you down a maze of hallways until you come upon a secluded room that seems like a private lounge. Crocodile closes the door behind you before taking a seat on one of the couches, lighting another cigarette as he gets comfortable.
You glance around the room before your eyes land on him staring at you. Timidly you go to sit next to him as he gestures you to do so, “So, what is it you want?” Your question coming out as a meek whisper, playing with your hair until it’s over one shoulder to distract yourself from the intense stare.
Crocodile’s eyes glance down at your exposed neck, your hair no longer covering the soft skin, a little lower your cleavage seemingly an open invitation to him. He notices you biting your lips as your eyes go to anyplace that isn’t him. Leaning back, his hooked hand wrapping behind the couch and around you, “What I want.” His voice low and husky as he blows smoke out, “Is to see if you can keep up with me.” The smirk on his lips intensifying as your face turns a darker shade of red from the implication.
Turning slightly to face him more, “And how should I keep up with you?” The innocent enough question as you decide to place a hand on his knee, ignoring the burning heat building up in your body.
He smirks at your timid eagerness, his gaze flickering to the hand now placed on his knee before they drag themselves back to your face. His hand slipping under your chin to point your face towards him as he leans in. “All you have to do…” the brush of his lips barely ghosting yours, “Is to do as you’re told.” A soft kiss falls on your lips before he leans back just enough to say, “And believe me Y/N. I fully intend to test your limits.”
You gulp, your mind racing at what he could mean before glancing at his lips again, deciding to initiate it yourself. A gentle hum to acknowledge his words as you squeeze his thigh slightly. “Just like that. Show me you want this.” The soft command hitting your ears, melting you as you shift your body to kneeling on the couch, deepening the kiss. Hungrily devouring what he’s giving you as your hands roam his chest before you fully straddle his lap.
You feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as a hand gently travels up and down your back, caressing you. The soft approving growl erupting from his throat as you wrap your arms around him, your chest flush against his while a hand tangles its way into his hair.
The battle on tongues drowning out your senses with soft moans from the excitement of such a gentle yet fierce kiss coming from Crocodile. His hand coming to rest on the back of your neck before you decidedly take an experimental grind into the lap beneath you.
A low growl erupting from the man beneath you, feeling his arousal grow as he tightens his hold around you, keeping you close to him. “You are something else…” The lustful voice making you moans slightly as he trails his lips down your jaw and neck before coming back up to meet your lips once again.
You feel yourself growing impatient, wanting more than just to make out, your hands travel down, attempting to unbutton his shirt. A soft chuckle rings through the air as he leans back, allowing you to undress him. His own hand sliding to your thigh, hitching your dress higher and higher. Lifting your hips enough for him to rip the dress off you so he can take in your body.
His lips travel to your clavicle, nipping at the skin, “You’re mine,” soft murmurs hitting your ears, “I’ll make sure you remember that.” You moan at the claim, grinding down once again to feel the cock that is only blocked by a few layers of clothing between the two of you.
His relentless touches to explore your body slowly, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Soft grasps at your breast as the metal of his hook sends shivers wherever he touches. “Such a beautiful woman.” The praise sending your mind to heaven, “And you’re all mine, tonight.”
Your mind perks up at his phrasing, is this really how he treats a single night? This soft, tantalizingly slow pace of getting to know every inch. Admiring every part of you with deliberate touches. The thoughts quickly disappear from your mind as you’re brought back to the present, his thumb running along your panties. One of your hands going to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the noises you are making, as buck your hips for more.
Crocodile looks at you with a predatory grin, enjoying every response coming from you before he leans to your ear, “Don’t hold back Y/N.” The whispers driving you crazy, “Let me hear every beautiful sounds you make.” You can only nod your head as his thumb ghosts over your clothed clit.
The soft mewls escaping your lips the more he teases and touches your body before you feel his hook dip into your waistband, tugging slightly as he kisses your lips, “Shall we continue my dear?” His voice low and seductive and making you want to follow every wish he could ever ask of you.
You bite your lips slightly, leaning into his touches as you feel him tear the thin material off you, “W-what would you like me to do?” The breathing question escapes your lips as you stare into his eyes.
A dark smile plays onto his face as he looks watches you, his fingers dipping between your folds, gathering your wetness before slowly dragging them to your mouth. The gentle press enough of a silent command for you to wrap your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself as your tongue swirls around his digits, “Show me how much you want this Y/N.” His low tone hitting your ears as you go to suck more of his fingers, “Make me believe you’re completely mine.” Closing your eyes as you flatten your tongue against them, lapping them clean.
The moans revibrating through your mouth as his hook ghosts over your thigh. Crocodiles dark, lustful gaze taking in your seduction as you explore his fingers with your tongue. A soft growl of pleasure and desire leaving his lips as you pick up your pace, “You’re so eager.” Your hands ghosting over his arm as you spread you legs wider, any attempt to feel more at your core.
A sad moan leaves your lips when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. But you quickly forget of the lack of something to suck when you feel him gently touch your slick folds. Crocodile reveling in how wet you truly are as he teases your entrance. Leaning forward he takes your lips in a passionate kiss as his hooked arm brings you closer to him. A surprised gasp allowing him to shove his tongue down your throat when he finally plunges his fingers into you. You can feel yourself pulse around his digits as he brings you closer to the edge.
Bucking your hips eagerly, you find yourself wanting for more than just his fingers. Tears prick your eyes just as Crocodile finally pulls away, his thrusts stopping, “Sir P-please. Crocodile I want more” The first plea finally leaving your lips cause a grin to appear on his lips. His own arousal almost overwhelming as he feels your body react to his touch.
He adjusts you off his lap, removing his fingers from your wet warmth as he towers above you. “Your wish is my command,” The dangerous glint in his eyes flicking over your body, “But know that there is a price to be paid.” With that he releases himself from the confines of his pants, readjusting you by pulling you closer, your legs willingly wrapping around him.
He kisses your pleading mouth as his tip aligns itself with you, your nails gripping into his back as he presses into you. You open your eyes to see a glint dangerous glint in his before becomes flush against you, the sudden fullness and extreme stretch that you let out a muffled scream. You feel him growl into your mouth as you attempt to catch your breath and relax, slowly getting use to his size. Your nails breaking the skin on his back.
Crocodile feels your body relax beneath him after a while, seemingly use to him before he starts a brutal pace the overwhelming pleasure erupting from you as you arch your back. You pull away from his kiss, instead pressing your forehead against his shoulder while screaming his name.
A hand stroking your hair, soft grunts and coos filling your mind as you hook your ankles together around him, staying as close to him as possible, “You love this don’t you?” Crocodile slightly taunts, taking pleasure in your shaking form sticking close to him, “Love being taken like this, used for my pleasure.” His lips finding your neck, nipping at the supple skin.
You cry out in pleasure, agreeing with him as you buck your hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts. You feel the pressure building, your thoughts filled him only him, “Cro-ocodile. Please, please can I cum?” You beg and plead, leaning back in an attempt to look him in his eyes.
Crocodile stairs down at your fucked out face, grinning at your pleas as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. Leaning closer his lips brush against your ear, huskily he whispers, “Cum for me.” The single commands cause your body to convulse, “Cum for me and know that you are mine.” The claim falling on your ears he presses his hand against your womb, a scream erupting from you as you feel how you tighten around him, how he forces you to stretch.
His hips flushed against you as your body tensing and convulsing around his as you see white as he holds you tightly in place. His own body finding release as you let out a scream of ecstasy, all while he marks and claims you in the most intimate of ways.
It isn’t until you feel your body relax that you truly realize your position. You chest heaving, arms wrapped loosely around Crocodile as his smug face is staring down at you. The immense feeling of being full. You remember his words halfway through, and let out a small chuckle, “Was this the price to be paid?” Your voice hoarse as you rotate your hips, still feeling him inside you and a low mewl escaping your lips as you let your body fall back fully to relax.
You hear him chuckle softly, fingers running through your hair as he holds you close. “This, my dear.” His lips gently kissing your ear before he continues, “Was merely the beginning.” He lips trail down your jaw, “I’m afraid you’ve caught my attention.”
You twist your head, attempting to meet his lips with your own, “Oh? That wasn’t apart of the deal.” A chaste kiss landing on the corner of your mouth as he lets out a growl.
Sabo got a lot more protective of you after he remembered everything, and while there were days that it would seem normal you couldn’t help but have a small pit in your stomach most days. Sabo had seen you talking to a group of trainees and immediately pulled you away, a harsh grip on your arm and a hardened look on his face.
Despite you’re questioning and protests it wasn’t until he had rounded the corner with you, pushing you against the wall. “What was that even about?” Your voice annoyed at his behavior. You didn’t know what was going on in your boyfriends head and he didn’t seem to ever want to talk about the turmoil he was in.
“You’re mine Y/N.” He’d whisper his head dipping to rest on your shoulder and you notice his hands turning into fists. You changed your demeanor entirely realizing he was starting to shake, “They were looking at you like a piece of meat.” His low whisper hitting you, a hand going to grip your hip tight.
You sigh, adjusting yourself to wrap your arms around him, “Sabo…” The worried edge made him stiffen a bit. It was hard, on one hand you didn’t like being dragged away while talking to others, the glares he’d give people being a bit too much at times, on the other hand he was clearly dealing with remembering everything. The realization of one of his brothers dying, and his other off somewhere hurt.
One hand goes to brush the nape of his neck, curling around the edge of his hair. At night he’d often tell you stories of his newly remembered childhood before questioning if Luffy would even accept him. If he should try and go find his little brother or if it’d be best to stay away. Seeing him tremble now tugged at your heart strings just enough to forget about how he pulled you away.
“How’d preparing for the mission?” You ask, in an attempt to get him out of his head. It seems to work as you hear a defeated sigh and his body slump into you.
“You and Koala keep nagging~” His muffled voice coming from your shoulder as both his arms wrapped around you in an actual hug. A small kiss placed on the side of your neck before he leans back to make eye-contact with you, “Are you sure you’re alright not coming along? I know you were looking forward to it…” His pouting eyes hit you as a smile played on your own face.
After his memories came back, he has convinced you not to go on a mission yet, that he wouldn’t be able to focus himself if he had to worry about you at the same time. “Bo, I’d love to come, but I’d rather the mission go well than you overexerting yourself.” You had already seen his freakout from when you had been away for a couple days to get some supplies and forgot to tell him when you’d be back. You also saw the relief wash over his face after he had checked you over completely despite your protests. “Why don’t we go get dinner and enjoy the present?” The question perked him up enough to let you lead him to the mess hall.
~~~
Later that night Sabo had pulled you to his room again. You found yourself stayed with him more often than going to your own room. “Dragon wants me to take charge.” He slumped his chair as you laid back on the bed reading a book. Glancing up at your boyfriend who had seemingly brought some documents with him.
“Well, You’re already in charge of all the staff. I’m not shocked that he wants you to step up a bit. Why not think of it as some sort of promotion?” The words left you easily as you marked your page and set the book to the side.
“It’d be more work~” He cried out a bit while motioning to the papers in front of him, “I was gonna be a pirate when I grew up! Now I’m just a paper pusher!”
You let out a laugh as you make your way over to him, looking down at Sabo’s head which is hung back. “You’re also a revolutionist, what’s freer than fighting for freedom itself?” You wrap you arms around his chest as he leans up for a kick peck before resting the back of his head on your shoulder.
You glance at the paper, seeing that the mission duration is minimum a couple of months. It was liberating the slaves of Tequila Wolf, furrowing your brows as you glance over the document, “We already have a couple agents there.”
Sabo hums in agreements, “There’s a couple issues that rose up, and apparently a certain archeologist ended up there out of nowhere.” It was simple enough to request back-up but it wasn’t often that Sabo would be apart of the back-up team, “I’d like to confirm for myself who she is before bringing her back.”
You think about his words before connecting the dots, “So Nico Robin ended up there?” It was more of a statement, “She’ll probably want an update on Luffy if she’s been stuck there. I’m not sure news reaches that far.” Sabo twists his head so that his lips are against your neck as you continue you’re train of thought, “It’ll take you minimum a 2 weeks to get there.” His hands snake around your wrists before gently caressing your arms, one of his hands finding it’s place behind your while the other rests on your arm. “If they need back up, shouldn’t you have left the second you got word?”
His lips hum into your neck a bit more and it’s getting hard to ignore the passion waking up inside you. “We got word of it today,” His lips brush against your neck before a small bite, you end up biting your own lip as to not let a noise out. He pulls his head away to be able to make eye contact with you, “I’ll be gone for a while…” The darting of his eyes to your lips before looking back to you, “I’m leaving in the morning.” The hush whisper washes over you as he twists his body to give you a proper deep kiss.
Your lips melding together as he stands up fully, pulling you against him. You finally remember to breathe when you pull away, “Don’t you think it’s too soon? You’ve barely recov-“ He stops your question with another chaste kiss, “Who will look after you?”
He shuts you up again, a hand cupping your cheek, light bites and sucks to your lip before he pulls back, “Koala will be with me. Now I’d rather spend time with you.” You have more questions but they all leave your mind as a hand snakes around your waist lightly squeezing you as the thumb on his other hand lightly strokes your cheeks.
You take the not-so-subtle hints and take your time pushing his coat off his shoulders, your hands running over his tones arms that were still covered with his shirt. He breaks away to shake the rest of his coat off before ripping your shirt over your head, fumbling as he reaches around to unclasp your bra.
You chuckle at his rash movements, slowly moving your hand to the scarred side of his face, “I’m not going to disappear Sabo. You can take your time.” The reassurance seems to calm him down enough to get the clasp as you trail light kisses down his scar to his neck where more dimpled and taught skin peaked through the collar of his shirt.
Unbuttoning his shirt slowly while his hands feel your smooth skin glide beneath them, his gloves long since discarded. He grunts as your hands dip into his shirt, feeling his abs before ghosting their way up his body, and just as he thinks you’ll finally take his shirt off for him, your hands move back down his sides.
He grabs you at the waist, tossing you to the bed behind you as he takes the initiative to undress himself, “You’re such a tease” You smile a bit before he stalks his way over, his shirt falling the floor before he grabs the waistband of your shorts and panties, ripping them off faster than you could think.
His hands find their ways to your knees, forcing them apart as his lips meet the side of your thigh, a moan escaping your lips from the sudden contact. You lean back on your hands, gripping the fabric beneath you as you watch Sabo get closer. One hand staying on a knee while he kisses your thigh, his other hand slides up, forcing your trembling legs to stay open for him.
“Sabo~” You whine, your hips tilting in his direction, you avoid his gaze as the embarrassment takes over you. One of your hands coming up to touch your bare breast in need before stopping yourself when you feel him smirk into you.
His head tilts up, his eyes bearing into your soul with a sweet innocence on his face as though his face isn’t in between your thighs, “Yes love?” A hand caressing your thigh before his thumb opens your folds ever so slightly and you lean into the touch, “Is there something you need?”
You gasp at the seemingly innocent tone he portrays, groaning as you feel the heat in your face. You moan out a please, your fingers raking their way through his hair before gently tugging. He takes the invitation, a small taste with his tongue causing you to buck your hips slightly before darts in completely. A thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he curls the muscles inside your pulsing walls.
You fall back onto the bed completely, arching your back at the feeling. Instincts trying to close your legs around the intrusion only to be forced open as moans of his names stumble out of your mouth. The fingers in his hair tugging and pulling as your toes start to curl.
It’s only after your body starts to twitch that he slows his ministrations, pulling back while gentle circles of your clit come to stop. Your chest heaving as you glance at Sabo, whose eyes are currently fixed on you and your flushed face. Your legs relax when he releases them, instead going to take his belt off, “How was that love?” licking his lips as he discards the rest of his clothing.
Despite the orgasm you just felt, your mind is only filled with thoughts of Sabo as you glance down his body, not processing his question as he kneels on the bed. One hand pumping himself while the other goes next to your head, “Is there anything else you want?” His question tickles your ear and your eyes snap to his.
You wrap your arms around him, smiling as he leans closer, “I want all of you.” The words send him into a tizzy as he captures your lips with his own, his knee brushing against your thigh before you hike your leg around him.
His dick hitting your entrance before slipping in. “God, you’re so wet.” The grunt leaves his lips as his forehead rests against yours. Slowly sinking deeper into you, letting you feel every inch, enjoying the soft noises leaving your mouth.
“W-whose fault is that?” You gasp as you feel him bottom out. Feeling the fullness you’ve been craving this entire time, clenching your abs and entrance to feel the stretch inside of you. Your head falls back as he finally starts to move, granting him access to your neck, the room echoing every noise against its walls.
The gentle caress from his hands roaming your body, his pace slow as you bite your lips. His soft whispers of praise making you melt before you take his face in both your hands. Drawing him closer for a passionate kiss that gets deeper as the seconds tick by.
Sabo’s lips trail down your jaw again, his thumbs circling your hip bones as he hits every spot to drive you crazy. Your senses filled only with him. “Sabo~,” your sweat voice filling his ears as he sucks delicately on your neck, “I love you.” You feel him still for a second.
“That’s not fair darling.” You hear his whisper before he picks up his pace, knowing exactly which spots will drive you crazy. The low growl erupting from his throat vibrating into your skin as he continues to mark your body, your nails digging into his back.
Every motion deliberate and slow, letting you completely drown in the feeling of him. Pressure building in both of your as he sings praises of how much he loves you. The gentle yet deep feelings overwhelming.
It’s not long before the both of you are panting, covered in sweat, the humid air hitting your skin, stomach warm and sticky from where he came. Sabo’s arms wrapped around you with your head curled into his chest. A gentle kiss to your forehead.
It was early when you woke up to him packing his bags. The sun not rising yet as you let out a small yawn, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sabo’s soft voice came to you as he leaned down to kiss you. The gentle gesture feeling like heaven before he pulls away. “I’ve gotta go…” His hand goes to your cheek, a small hum erupting from you as you lean into the touch.
“You’ll be gone for a while.” The statement brought a furrow to Sabo’s eyebrows, his hand cupping your cheek harder. You fight back another yawn, “Be safe alright?”
The mumble brought a small smile to Sabo’s lips. “I’ll be back soon,” Sabo brushes some of your hair out of your face, “Go back to sleep alright Love?” You nod your head before the darkness takes you again. The soft shuffling being the only indication that he’s still there before silence washes over the room when the door shuts.
Prompt: Katakuri comes back from a mission to learn you're pregnant despite never wanting to be a father.
Requested by anonymous
Katakuri X Fem Reader
Katakuri had been sent on a mission to retrieve something, leaving you alone, having you stand in as the Minister of Flour while he was away. Everything was going well; you had done this plenty of times in the past. But some of the workers had noticed you not eating as much, you’d wave them off without a concern. The concern really came when a cake was being made and just the smell of it made you want to vomit.
You couldn’t hide it from anyone, you were in the middle of a meeting about the upcoming tea party and what pastries would be served. Everyone forced you to see a doctor, no one wanting to deal with the wrath of your husband if he got back to find you sick.
And that’s how you ended up in the ward, a doctor running tests and looking you over. Much to your dismay numerous curious eyes also making sure you wouldn’t leave this forced appointment. “And when was the last time you were sexually active?” The question threw you off guard, nearly spitting out the tea that you had been allowed to drink.
You’re face burning red as you whip your head around to look at those who had forced you here. None of them dared to make eye-contact with you, some whistling while looking off in a random direction. They tried to protest when you kicked them out, but you refused to discuss such things in front of so many people. Once the door was finally closed the doctor, who was not too amused asked the question again. “It’s been a little a while, 7 or 8 weeks I think,” Thinking back to the last intimate night you had with Katakuri, he’d been so busy lately that it’d had been longer than normal.
The doctor wrote some notes down and continued with other questions before doing some blood tests. You sat back, expecting this to be a simple flu. That would give you a headache, you’d be forced to bedrest as to not spread it and not slow down progress. The doctor padded his way back into the room, flipping through the papers reading the results of everything he had tested for. “Well, it seems as though you’re pregnant.”
You took the rest of the day off to think about things. Katakuri had adamantly told you he didn’t want children. He didn’t want to pass down his genes in fear of what could happen, you understood his concerns and agreed to not try. And while you were sexually active, contraceptions were used at every avenue, Birth Control, Condoms, Spermicide, even a Plan B if there was a thought of something going wrong.
Katakuri would be getting back from his mission in a couple days, so it’s best to just wait until then. Can’t be announcing things like this. As much as you’d prefer to sweep this under the rug, Big Mom was someone who didn’t partake in abortions, wanting a large family and everything, it’d be counter-productive in her mind. So as much as you wanted too, you’d have to go to a different island, and that included having Katakuri with you to avoid Big Mom’s gaze.
But your plans changed quickly, despite clearly telling the Doctor to keep the news secret, the next day you arrived to the office with banners and some tastefully small cakes. Cards going around with small gifts as though it was common place to celebrate so early on. You tried to get them to calm down, but everyone was overjoyed that their leader finally had an heir on the way.
~~~
Katakuri stared off into the distance, leaning against the wall as the ship got closer to their homeland. It had been a pointless mission, delivering a letter to a foreign country, demanding there be talks of a marriage. He hated being away from Komugi island for too long, from his normal job as the Minister of Flour. There he’d at least be able to relax a little bit more than normal, and when he was with you, he could let his guard down completely. Trusting you to cover for him or tell him if someone was coming. Being on a ship where he refused to lay down in fear of prying eyes had taken a toll on him, no matter how short the trip was.
As the ship docked some of his administrators found him, happy as ever with large smiles. He wasn’t listening too much to their words of congratulations, assuming it was just words on finishing the mission, he just wanted to make it home so he could finally sleep on his back.
As he was bidding farewell to those around him, one of them said something rather confusing, “Ah, tell Y/N that the mid-wife will be around to talk to her next week. I forgot to let her know earlier.” A mid-wife? For his Wife? Katakuri swallowed the lump in his throat, reasoning that it had to have been due to some unforeseen baby boom in the town.
But as he passed through the halls of his home, he noticed servants scurrying about more than normal. All with excited faces, some with parcels in their hands. It wasn’t until he got to your room pushing the door open to see you sitting at your tea table, a hand rubbing your forehead, “If it’s another gift then send it back. How many times do I need to tell you all to keep this quiet.” Your tired voice brushing past him while you waved your hand, not even looking in the direction of the door.
You heard the door close and let out a heavy sigh, looking to the already inconvenient pile of baby toys, clothes, and furniture that people of the island had pushed onto you. Nobody in this god forsaken town could keep quiet, which would make things so much harder, if Big Mom got word of this, you were more than certain you wouldn’t be able to pass off a random miscarriage without her knowing the truth.
“What is all this?” You jumped a bit, hearing your husbands voice. You never even got word of his arrival to the island, much less that he had already come home.
“We need to talk.” You voice was serious as you looked over at him, he was staring down at you unmoving. “Why not sit down?” He stayed still, crossing his arms for an explanation and you sighed again, this wasn’t normal for him, but you were already too tired to deal with it.
Your sigh caused Katakuri to take another step further, “I get that you must be doing some fundraiser or gala. But you shouldn’t have these donations in here.” You spit out your drink, looking up at you’re normally smart husband.
“Excuse me?” The silence as he stares at you hit you hard, “You think I’m doing a fundraiser? And you think all these stupid things are donations? Is that really what you think?!” Your annoyance peeking through clearly. First the news got, then the storm of gifts, and now even your husband seems to be getting on your nerves. “Katakuri I’m pregnant.” You shake your head, stating it out right was best in these types of situations, “So, might I suggest you sit down so we can talk abou-“
“Your idea of a joke is awful Y/N,” He walks over to the neat stacks of gifts, all of which you were sending back when you got the chance, “I mean really? You think staging some baby items is enough to convince me? This prank is in bad taste.” His regal voice showed no sign of joking and it made you more frustrated than you already were.
“This isn’t a joke,” You were getting another headache but the subtle glare he shot you made it clear he wasn’t going to listen, “You know what? You just got home, why don’t you rest? I’ll send these gifts back in the meantime.”
~~~
The next day Katakuri came to his office looking a little more refreshed and prepared for the day. He sits down in the confines of the space and starts looking through the reports, “It seems you fell a little behind while I was away. Why?” His smooth tone showing you he was ignoring everything you said the day prior.
You had expected something like this to happen so you put the paper with the test result in front of him. “You’re lovely administers made me go to the doctors after some sickness.” His eyes scanned the paper, reading every detail until you could tell he landed on the prognosis. “I’m about 2 months along.”
Katakuri sucks in his breath, you can tell by the twist of his eyebrow that this isn’t going to be fun, deciding to sit on the couch while you wait for his response.
Honestly, you barely had time to process this all yourself, being pushed and pulled everywhere by workers. The only time you had time to think for yourself was late at night when people thought you’d be sleeping. The first night you had spent just staring into the darkness that was the room trying to figure out the situation. Truly, you could relate to what Katakuri was probably going through.
You two never planned on being parents. You vehemently discussed avoiding parenthood the natural way, maybe adopting if you’re mother-in-law became pushy. The thing you wanted most right now was a glass of whiskey, but for clear reasons you couldn’t get one. Your body felt so tense since finding out, your muscles aching from the lack of relaxing.
You were hoping that your husband would be the one to make sense of it for you, but seeing how he’s reacted so far, he was in the same boat as you. It stung, your heart dropping slightly as you put on this front of neutrality. But it was the best you could do, if you didn’t maintain this semblance of control over yourself, you felt like you’d break down.
Finally, your husband spoke, although his words didn’t make you feel any better. If anything, it caused you to go further into the downward spiral that was your mind, “Well then whose is it?” His voice was dipped in venom but maintained a single tone, “If you wanted a kid so bad, we could have adopted.”
You bit your tongue, staring at the floor in front of you. He waited a couple second for a response but you couldn’t bring any words to come out before he continued, “You didn’t have to go behind my back like this.” His even tone made every muscle in your body tense more than they already were.
A knock at the door caught both of your attentions, yet your body was still tightly wound as you got up, opening the door to let whoever it was in. Someone with a bunch of papers and a wide smile looked back at you and you ushered them in while brushing your way out of the suffocating room.
Offering small smiles to those you passed as you hurried away from the situation. It was only after you had gotten to a small reading room and locked the door behind you that you slid down onto the floor. Your room was too far away and this was unused enough that no one would come looking here. A hand pressed against your stomach while the other tangled itself in your hair, gripping tightly to feel anything other than the heavy emotions that have flowed through you for days now.
You haven’t let anyone know of your own feelings on this matter, other than wanting to keep it on the down low, everyone assuming it was so you could Katakuri yourself, and yet somehow that one single voiced wish hadn’t come true. The entire island singing praise and you were the center of their attention.
You began panting, your throat swelling up making it hard to grasp at air, feeling your body start to shake. Even Katakuri wasn’t willing to listen. This has to be a lot for him, but I thought he loved me. Your body curling in on itself, the hand in your hair running down to grip at the back of your neck while your nails dug into your stomach. He even suggested I had cheated on him, found another man. The thought itself made you sick to your stomach, your heart beat drowning out any noise around you, and eyes squeezing shut as the world got darker around you. Am I just an object to everyone? You tried, and failed at opening your mouth, attempting to get any air to fill your compressed lungs. The beating of your heart the only reminder of that you were in fact alive.
~~~
Katakuri was walking down the hallways. Every time he passed someone who worked with you, he’d ask the same questions. All of them similar stories that made his heart twist with worry, and yet when he went looking for you, you were nowhere to be found. It had been hours since you disappeared from his office without a second glance, the thought of how you left was now hurting him, now that he’s had time to calm down and truly think about everything.
Since no one could find you, he was the person that people were bringing presents too, all of which he ushered to be sent wherever you had put them, some people asking if he had seen you so they could ask more questions. He hadn’t even been back a full day and yet he was overwhelmed with so much. Stalking back to your bedroom, assuming that could be his one quiet place, maybe even find you again to try and have a conversation about everything.
His heart jumped into his throat thinking about it, you had been trying to talk to him this entire time and each attempt was met with malice. You were so patient, letting him voice his hate and distrust. Watching you sit on the couch silently, neither confirming nor denying allegations said to you, though your knuckles turned white in your lap. But what else could he think? With every safeguard the two of you had put into place, how else could you had ended up with a child growing inside of you? Walking into your shared room he looked around, the pile of gifts in the corner seemingly doubled in size from previously in the day.
Yet still, there wasn’t a sign of you anywhere. Katakuri paced a bit, looking for any sign that you had been here after leaving him earlier. But there wasn’t a single thing out of place or used compared to this morning. The realization that no one has seen you for most of the day hitting him with a cold sweat as he calls for security
Prompt: Sanji starts treating you differently from normal and it's taking a toll. It all comes to a head when you get hurt.
~~ Part 2
Sanji X Fem Reader
You’d been on board the Sunny for a while now. Enough to know all your crew mates’ personalities. Enough to brace for impact when you hear your captain yell your name, strike a pose when the shipwright yells super, even joining the helmsmen to meditate every now and then. Reading a book just to discuss it with Robin or discussing fashion with Nami. Eagerly sitting and listening to Usopp’s stories, or waking the swordsman up for dinner, even along to music played by a Skeleton were common days for you. Chopper loving your company in the med bay when you sneak him more Candy than the chef would like.
And then there was the chef. The curly browed, blonde-haired chef. You had heard warnings of him before joining the crew, how his nose bleeds came from his perverted thoughts. How he doted on any female in his sights. Even Nami had pulled you to the side to tell you how to kick or slap him away if you felt it got to much. Robin giving the advice to just ignore it.
The first couple of weeks you had proven those rumors true. Sanji would go out of his way to make sure you felt comfortable, making you snacks and drinks constantly and praising the very land you stood on. At first you were taken aback by it, but quickly realized that it was just who he was. He treated you the same as Nami and Robin and it brought you comfort that, while a little strange, it wasn’t different from others.
You’d even join him to help prep the food or wash the dishes, he protested at first, but never truly tried to stop you. The gentle humming you’d hear as you peeled the vegetables or set the table would sometimes make your heart skip a beat. He’d always turn around to have you taste his food prematurely, his cooing as you gladly took the spoonful.
Maybe that was your problem. Maybe you had fallen too hard for the stupid chef. Going out of your way to wake up earlier to help him with breakfast, or staying up late at night to see him prepare a snack for your gluttonous captain. Making sure you could spend as much of your precious time with him while attempting to make it seem like a coincidence.
But now here you were, staring at the man cooking with his back turned to you. It started about 2 months ago. His indifference to your presence. The way he’d barely glance at you, sharing only the bare minimum of words needed to not ignore you completely. The silence in the kitchen hung on your heart as you stared at the back of the chef in front of you. It started slow, but now it was hard to avoid. Sanji had just asked you to stop coming to his kitchen. His voice had been low, and he hadn’t even turned his head to talk to you, You swallowed the lump in your throat, deciding not to speak as you listen to his words.
Deciding to go to the aquarium instead. It’d be quiet there around this time of day, with the rest of the crew distracted in their own daily routines. Holding your breath as to not let a single cry out as your chest burned. You sat against one of the couches, staring at the fish swimming buy thinking about what happened.
You noticed right away when he stopped fawning over you, the praising tones towards Robin and Nami seemingly falling flat as he would turn to you. And you noticed how the dishes and drinks you got no longer were presented with perfection, often getting a closer presentation to Luffy or Zoro. The sing-song voice slowly turning mono-tone towards you over the weeks. Last week he had stopped talking to you in the kitchen, opting instead to just place your task on the opposite end of the kitchen from him but still saying thanks as you finished.
You brought your knees to your chest, biting your lip hard to remain quiet as his last words to you echo in your mind. The dry tone telling you to leave. You could feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue. Maybe you weren’t welcomed. Maybe everything had been an illusion and Sanji was just the first one to give up the act.
You were quickly snapped out of your mind with the sudden jerk of the ship, falling at the unmistakable feeling of a cannon ball hitting. Your mind going into action mode, forgetting all about your feelings as you go to the deck. The captain and his wings were already on the attack as Franky was switching the ships mode for battle, and you join the line-up to help the fight.
At one-point Marines had started to board the ship. You fought them off as quickly as the came aboard, slashing and dodging as fast as you could. At one point you had been surrounded, a marine attempting to disarm you by grabbing your wrist, forcing you to turn away from most of the enemies before you fell to the ground. You broke free from the grasp quickly enough, slashing at their ankles as you stand back up. The blood in your veins burning as the fight raged on.
By the end of it, everyone was exhausted. 5 marine ships surrounding the Sunny in hopes to sink it. The adrenaline had kicked in quickly for you with the shaking of the ship and the movement of fighting. You breathe out a huge sigh of relief as Zoro and Sanji take care of the stragglers, throwing them overboard as you slump against the mast, sinking into the grass beneath. Now that the fight was over it was harder to breathe.
Franky and Usopp going to fix the ship right away, as Jimbei jumped in the water to see if there was damage to the hull. Chopper complained about the smell of blood but chocked it up to the marines Zoro took care of as Nami and Robin whisked him away to clean up in the bathhouse. You glance up as Zoro heads to the crows’ nest to keep watch for a bit while Brook follows Luffy and Sanji into the dining hall, the captain yelling for food.
Standing up, you notice a stain of red on the mast and grass from where you sat. You felt the shreds of your shirt on your back when you fell but now you could feel the warm liquid dripping down your back and legs. The stinging pain hitting you as you try to straighten your back a bit more, before quickly heading to the med-bay.
You could hear through the walls Sanji yelling at Luffy to not eat raw meat as you grabbed some bandages and anti-septic. You didn’t want to bother Chopper, Robin had probably made a bubble bath for the cotton-candy lover. It took longer than you would have thought to find the bottle that was sure to sting, and grabbed a clean cloth, wetting it with the liquid. The cheerful laughter in the other room ringing around you as you prepare yourself to clean the wound you couldn’t see.
You tried turning your head to look in the mirror but only felt light-headed when you saw how much blood was coming out, your flayed skin curling back from the center of the cuts. Seeing the glimpse of how bad it was seemed to also fully awaken your body to how much it hurt as all of your muscles tensed, every movement now seemingly shooting unbearable pain through your body. You can’t seem to fully move yourself anymore as your throat tightens enough to stop your breathing.
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Sanji left the kitchen after feeding his wild animal of a Captain. Opting for a smoke after the battle was over. It was tougher than he’d like to admit and he was in a foul mood as Zoro had defeated 3 more marines than him. Walking around a bit to lean on a railing while staring at the half-sunken ships now far behind them.
Everyone should be in their normal post-battle routines, Food on the table for those who needed the energy, some fixing anything that needed it or cleaning any messes about. And of course, the women and Chopper taking an extra bath to rid themselves of any sprayed blood, dirt, or gunpowder.
Dinner would be soon but Sanji still had a good amount of time before he had to truly start any prep. Especially recently with your help, what would normally take him an hour had been cut down to half that… Smoke blew out past his lips as he remembers how he told you to stop helping just earlier that day. How you hadn’t even responded to him, the silence hanging heavily in the air before he heard your soft footsteps and the door opening and closing. It was for the best that you stayed away, after all he-
“Hey Sanji, have you seen Y/N? She didn’t join us for a bath.” Nami walked by with slightly damp hair, distracting Sanji from his current thought. He turns around offering her his full attention, shaking his head to her question as he fawned over her new outfit.
Robin holding Chopper who seemed to have fallen asleep, “Perhaps she was too tired to join us. She hasn’t been sleeping well.” The suggestion seemed plausible, at this point everyone knew how you’d walk the ship for hours at night to try and wade your insomnia away. Chopper had even tried giving you some medicine for it, but was woefully out of the primary ingredient needed. Even Sanji had altered your meals to have no caffeine or ingredients that would promote sleep. Not that he’d ever tell you. It came naturally to shift dietary needs to the person no other reason to it.
Nami and Robin starts walking away just as Nami steps in a puddle, “Ew, Sanji didn’t you guys clean the deck? There’s still blood everywhere.”
“I’ll get right on it Nami-swan~” The reaction was immediate and they continued to walk away. But Sanji looks down, he could have sworn he saw Usopp cleaning the deck earlier. Frowning a bit as he sees it’s a trail. A stupid Marine must be hiding on board. Badly at that. The least they could do is hide the fact that they’re bleeding.
Following the trail of still wet drops of blood, some larger pools and some streaks until he’s in front of the med-bay door. Kicking the door open to find their apparent intruder, his foot catching a flame as he peered inside. But instead of seeing a badly injured marine, he saw you. Your frozen stare into the mirror behind you, your arms in the air as your pale face turned towards the startling noise. His cigarette falling from his lips as his leg falters. He sees a cloth and a fallen bottle of anti-septic, pooling around your feet mixing with blood that was a shade to dark. Glancing back up to the mirror to see the horrific scene on your back as you let out two anguished gasps before falling.
Sanji lunges forward, barely catching you from falling on the floor as he calls for help. Quickly placing you face down on the bed, grabbing anything to apply pressure to the gushing gashes, quick footsteps getting closer as his mind started to race.
Prompt: You wake up to Zoro coming in late and slightly drunk. To tired to fully wake up but more than happy to help him.
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Roronoa Zoro X Reader
You woke up to some stumbling in the dark. Sighing a bit as you shift over in the bed to allow room for Zoro. Lifting your head a bit to allow his arm to go under you as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. “How were the drinks?” Your half-hearted question mumbled out of your drowsy mouth as he squeezed you close.
His lips were in your hair, he attempted to say something but it was too slurred and muffled to truly be heard. Although you did notice when he hips grinded against your ass, the obvious hardness pressing against you. “Yea?” You ask, meeting the subtle grind with your own push back into him. You hear him grunt while the hand around your waist grips your chest with vigor, squeezing and pulling as if his life depended on it.
Your arm wraps around, dusting over his hips that were still rotating into you, finding the band of his briefs, before dipping to hold into his skin directly, fingers lightly squeezing the taught skin. You extend your neck just enough to invite him to start kissing along your jaw. “Do you want something?” You tease, thrusting back into him for emphasis. He growls at you but doesn’t respond as his hands move to your own underwear, tugging twice at the band before twisting to rid himself of his briefs.
You follow suit, your ankle getting caught enough for you to kick your leg out a couple times, your own clothing being tossed somewhere in the dark room. He returns to his position, pulling you close to him again, this time his cock brushing against the skin of your ass before slipping between your thighs. One hand on your hip while the other was at the base of your neck, pushing your back to angle you down.
You allow him to move your body, one of your legs lifting and wrapping behind his own legs that were firmly pressed against you. The tip of his cock barely brushing against your entrance that was more than willing to accept the intrusion, if only it could make its way inside.
“Zoro” Your groan out as his haphazard thrust misses the needy hole again, his hand wrapping around your thigh, pulling you open just a little more before trying again. You let out a frustrated moan before reaching between your legs, grabbing hold of the throbbing member attempting to lead it to the sweet release your half-asleep mind is looking for.
Instead, Zoro thrusts into your hand, his fingers digging deeper into you. “Be patient you bastard,” You hiss out, rotating your hips until he’s placed perfectly, sinking back just enough to feel his tip enter you. A satisfied sigh seeps out of your lips before a surprised moan escapes your lips, eyes popping open as he buries himself in you.
“My needy little slut~” his slurred words sink into your ears before he pulls out, slamming back into you. Your hands grip at the sheets before he twists the both of you. Now pressed into the mattress, his elbow supporting himself next to your head while the other brushes down your back before lifting your ass to meet his thrusts better.
The pressure felt amazing, yet your sleepiness left your head groggy. Moaning out Zoro’s name making him go faster while he stares down at you twitching body underneath him. You glance behind you, twisting your head around to make out the shadow that’s illuminated from the moon coming in the window. His low moans and heavy breathing hitting your ears.
“Turn.” The single command as he pulled out had you twisting to lay on your back, your legs arching to either side of him as he quickly slides back into you.
“Z-Zoro” You moan out, knowing you were too tired to jump of the edge entirely. Your walls clenched around him that felt great, but there was no building, no release in sight as you continued to gasp out how good he felt. After more than enough time you realized he wouldn’t let up. Sleepy sex was amazing, but you were still tired, wanting to return to the darkness of dreams. “I want you to cum~” the moan left your lips as you clenched your ab muscles, wrapping your legs around him entirely while tensing your thighs.
You knew it wouldn’t truly convince him, but you dream like state had hoped he was drunk enough to believe it. You could barely make out a smirk on his face as he grunted out your name, asking if you were ready. Nodding your head as you put the back of your hand to your mouth, rotating your hips to help quicken his release.
You arch your back slightly as you feel his thrusts get more wild, letting out a final moan as you twitched your lower body around him. Zoro pulls out just in time to paint your entrance with his seed. He stares down at his artwork, glancing at your breath steadying itself. He reaches for the side table, grabbing some tissues to clean you up before he plops down on his back.
You turn, your legs extending across him as you lay your head on his chest. More than pleased that you can close your eyes while listening to his heart beat, letting it lull you back to sleep. And arm underneath you and wrapping around your back, keeping you close to the relaxing body, “I’m waking you up tomorrow.” The soft murmur of a threat hits you before you drift fully into sleep again.
Prompt: You leave an argument only to be Shambles back into a tense situation
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Trafalgar Law X Fem Reader
“Not now.” Law gripes out, gripping Kikoku as he brushes past you. It had been a long day trying to gather information, tracking down pirates to get their hearts. It was a big plan and it was taking longer than he’d like. When he came into his room, he hadn’t been expecting to see you there, arms crossed with a scowl on your face.
“Then when Law? When will you have time to even talk?” Your voice rang through the room of the submarine as you follow him deeper into the room. He promised you 2 hours. 2 Hours that had come and went without so much of a word from him. You had been waiting in his office for most of the day before migrating to where you knew he’d end up so late at night, even Bepo had come to check if you were alright.
You were beyond frustrated at this point, you hadn’t even been the one to suggest the 2 hours, it was Law’s idea after he himself realized how long it had been since the two of you had been alone. You weren’t even fully expecting him to stop his work entirely, whenever he was on the ship he’d be looking over maintenance or other work that had piled up, and you thought maybe he’d just let you be with him while he shuffled through it all. It was certainly better than the past couple of months where he’d banned anyone from bothering him unless it was important.
Fixing up Straw-hat had really shook him, and while he tried not to show it, you knew he was throwing himself into being busy non-stop to not think. Keeping everyone at an arm’s length, even kicking you out of the bedroom the two of you had shared for so long.
He made it clear he wasn’t breaking up with you, but honestly at this point you had little faith in anything, he couldn’t even keep his promise to spend some time with you, the promise he made of his own accord.
“Just leave me alone.” His short and curt words were getting on your nerves. You wanted to be understanding, he had a lot on his plate, but you can count the times you had talked to him over the past month on a singular hand, and that was including this awful interaction. He set his beloved sword down, leaning it against the wall by his bed while he shrugged off his coat. “We can talk tomorrow,” He glances at you with a furrow in his brow, hands gesturing you up and down, “About whatever it is,” He grumbled some more unintelligible words out at the end but all you could hear was ringing in your ears.
Your chest heavy as you tried to take a shaky breath in while turning away from your captain. You didn’t see his head perk up in concern at the noise of your breathing, nor did you see him notice the tears springing up at the corner of your eyes. “Fine. I’m going out tonight.” You tried to sound confident, not wanting to show him a weak side, but your voice came out wavering and weak.
“What? It’s already midnight. The only thing open are pubs.” His voice was a little harsh as you started making your way back to his door. You didn’t drink often, but your throat was beyond dry, and the banging in your head from heavy emotions was getting on your nerves. You didn’t even bother to respond to Law as you reached for the door. “You’re staying here tonight. That’s an order Y/N.” Law stood up, annoyed and angry, not understanding why you were acting this way. It was out of the norm for you, and Law couldn’t handle anything not normal right now.
You heard his words, a tear escaping as you felt something boil up inside you into a weird calm compared to how cold and alone you felt moments prior. “Then think of a punishment for when I get back,” Your tone low and even as you stepped out into the hallway, making your way to the deck.
Law watched as his door shut, there wasn’t a slam nor was it left open. It was eerily normal how you had closed the door and it sent a shiver down his spine. First you yell at him the second he gets back, nearly crying and telling him you’re going out drinking and now this? He couldn’t make sense of the sudden mood changes but it unnerved him, getting on his nerves easily. You had openly ignored his orders, you knew how cruel his punishments could be, cleaning the bathrooms by yourself for a month, only using a rag to clean the entirety of the deck, even re-organizing all the medicine before having to do it again in another ludicrous way.
Law stood there in the middle of his room, frozen as his mind raced. His own chest tugged at him and felt tight as he thought about you going off to drink somewhere. By yourself at that, everyone else had either found a pub already or were asleep, maybe you’d find some crewmates? He felt a lump in his throat form as time was ticking, he couldn’t place the emotion he was feeling and it angered him more than anything else.
Your throat felt tight, but seemed to loosen with the cool night air as you walked closer to the edge of the ship. You could see some tavern lights on from where you had docked and gripped the railing as you stepped onto the gangway placed for convenience. But just as you were going to continue you felt a familiar breeze rip through the air, before you could even blink you were shoved against a wall in the room you had just left a couple of minutes prior.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The angered voice gritted through teeth as a forearm shoved your chest further into the wall, another hand gripping your hip.
You blink for a second to get your surroundings before your own anger unravels, “Trying to go out for once. Captain.” The venom hitting Law as you hardened your glare up at the taller man. His face becoming tight at your wording, the only time you’d call him captain was in front of others, it was his own demand at the beginning of the relationship, but behind closed door you never uttered the title.
You watched as his eyes raced over your face, emotions slowly changing at the recognition of what you had said. You didn’t move, didn’t try to get away, you just stood and stared back up at him with an unmoving face. His fingers digging deeper into your hip before he bared his teeth, “Disrespecting my order.” It was the only thing Law could muster out, not wanting to point out the hurt he felt, “What were you expecting?”
You attempt to suck in a deep breath, calming your mind before responding, “Didn’t realize I was trapped on this vessel Sir.” Your eyes never moving away from his, ignoring how the arm just over your chest was starting to restrict your breathing slightly. “Thought a couple of drinks and some fresh air might be nice considering how long I’ve been aboard.” The lump in your throat forming again as you try to even your voice out again.
The hard line you were attempting to draw between Law and You was getting on his nerves, he’d barely heard your second sentence, too focused on you refusing to call his name like normal. He peers down at you, your hardened face-tinged red from anger. The tension in the air thick enough to cut. Law feels a growl erupt from his throat as he grips your face, tilting your head up before forcefully taking your lips.
You feel the grip on your hip tighten again as you’re taken aback by the sudden motion, gasping before feeling his tongue snake into your mouth. Your mind heavy with anger, but head swimming from the kiss. You attempt to fight the urge to kiss back but give up, instead wrapping an arm around Law’s neck forcing him closer as you fight his tongue with your own. Your other hand pulling at his hair harshly while you attempt to explore his mouth.
The hand on your hip loosening just enough to venture around you, gripping your thigh as you instinctually jump up, pressing your chests together, his other hand supporting your back as he walks towards the bed. The attempt to throw you down fails when your legs tighten around him, refusing to relinquish his lips or hair from your grasp. You feel a huff from him as he throws the both of you onto the mattress, teeth hitting each other as you tighten you grip on his hair.
A couple of tears escape your eyes, and you aren’t sure whether it’s from lack of air, or your emotions. Law takes the initiative to pull back from the kiss, a harsh bite to your lip as he pulls away, eyes opening to see him staring at you still. He narrows his eyes at you, “What did you call me?” The hushed breathing and low tone of his voice giving you whiplash on what you’re feeling.
The anger of wanting to knock him upside the head and walk away while the pleasure of staying and filling every desire in your mind, “What?” You snapped out, barely hearing him talk. Your arms are loosely hanging around him, your hand stinging from how tight your grip was on his hair earlier, before he repeats his words slowly, a leg hiking higher up to nestle itself against your crotch. Eyes tearing into your soul as you actually comprehend his words. You scoff a bit, fighting your body from grinding down for some wanted pressure, “Captain, Sir. That’s what I called you.”
His eyes turn dark and an unpleasant scowl appears on his face a hand quickly wrapping around your neck as he veers closer to you. “Y/N.” He growls out staring a hole through your head, “Say my name.” It finally ticks in your head what’s going on and you can’t help but to feel a little better getting him angry.
Tightening you arms around him to bring him in for a subtle kiss, glancing down at his lips before looking back into his eyes, “That would be disrespectful… Captain.” The hold on your throat tightens a bit before he bites at your lips, trailing down you jaw as he draws closer to your ear.
“Disrespectful...” He tch, leaning back to stare down at you, taking in the sight as your hands falls back around your head. A euphoric feeling washing over you as the pressure around your neck increases. Your eyelids hooding over while your mouth falls open slightly, your fingers hooking around the blanket underneath you. The small gasps escaping you while your head becomes light and heavy at the same time. The snarl on Law’s face transforms into a smirk, “I see how it is.” His voice still low as he releases his hold on you, watching you squirm slightly to catch your breath, “You’re enjoying this.” He gestures slightly, his knee rubbing against you again before he unzips your jumpsuit.
The heavy gasps as your brain starts to think again, your body tingling as his hands brush against your now exposed skin, stripping the suit off your arms, “Cap-tain~” The smallest whimper coming out before he snaps his head back up to you.
“Still with that?” He leans down clearly annoyed at your insistence, peppering kisses against your stomach leading down. Your hands go to cover your breasts, while you hush yourself from any noises you were letting out subconsciously. Your hips rotating as the rest of your clothes are taken off leaving you bare.
Your knees and thighs coming together in the little amount of time Law is no longer between your legs. “That is your title after all,” The hush tones leaving your mouth as you see Law glare at you. His hands running up your legs, brushing against your sensitive areas, glancing up to see you hold back.
“Is that how you’re playing?” He growls towards you, the touches making your body shiver as you attempt to keep eye contact with the one towering above you. You nod slightly, and just as you’re about to say it again he grips your wrists pinning them above your head as he slams his lips against yours again, biting enough that you taste blood.
You groan into the kiss, pushing into the feeling while he slips a leg between yours, hooking one of your own around his hips. A quick pull of your leg catches him off guard as he falls on top of you, just enough that you can feel the tent in his own pants.
“Y/N.” He breathes out, his eyes begging you to call for him. When he realizes you won’t stop this game of calling him captain, he rips away from you. You let a frustrated moan escape you before quieting down, not wanting to give Law a sense of control here. “If I’m your captain even here,” His words drawl out, his back turned towards you while he walks towards a chair in the corner of the room, “Then you can come and please me yourself.” He sits down, unbuttoning his shirt before leaning back and staring at you from his spot.
You lean on your elbows, staring at the man in front of you with anger boiling in you again. “Excuse me?” You bark out, not believing the sight in front of you. Law glances up and down, a smile playing on his lips as he sees your anger rise.
“Well? Your Captain told you to please him.” His taunts making you all the angrier. He shifts his legs, leaning his head against a hand while watching to see what your next move will be, “Are you refusing an order Y/N?”
You grit your teeth. This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to get angry enough to ravish you into oblivion. The satisfaction of annoying him enough to play into your hand feeling greater than the anger you felt earlier in the day.
He taps his fingers on the arm rest while he stares at you. He’d never been comfortable with exerting power between the two of you while alone. Yet here he is, pushing your buttons as you bite your own bruised lip, thinking of your next move. “Well?” His singular word rang through the air, pissing you off even more.
Sitting up, shooting a glare at him. Your swollen lip between your teeth throbbing before you let out an anguish sigh. Law lets a chuckle out as he watches you make your way to him, straddling his legs while wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing his neck gently while rotating your hips.
Law stares down, watching the movements your body is making, holding a curse as you push his shirt off his shoulders, dusting kisses over the skin of his chest before coming back up. Raising your hips so your breasts are right in his face, you can hear him take a breath in.
His hands go to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as he takes a nipple in hi mouth. Your hands run over his scalp. His hands going inward, spreading you apart as a finger traces your entrance. You feel the bastard grin into your breast as he quickly shoves two fingers in, your hands going to his shoulders to stabilize yourself, the tug of skin between his teeth when you arch your back slightly.
He releases your nipple, now sensitive and cold in the air before glancing up at you, “Already so wet for your captain.” He curls his finger inside you, hitting a spot that made a moan escape you. You attempt to sit back down, but his hands hold you up, fingers sinking deeper into you at your movement. He takes your neglected nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking the bud until it’s hard.
“L-Law,” You let out, body shaking slightly.
He scoffs looking up at you again, “Now you want to play nice?” He stands up abruptly, you wrap you arms around his head, expecting to fall but instead smother him in your tits while his grip on you keeps you up. His fingers still pumping inside before feeling the mattress once again.
You bounce slightly while you look towards Law who has a dark look in his eyes, “What happened to calling me Captain?” You watch as he unbuckles his belt, whipping his dick out while he stares down at you. You don’t respond as he grabs your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder.
You let a whimper escape when you feel him rub his tip against your clit, “I’m not going easy on you.” His warning tone hits you as he leans forward, the stretch of your leg as he gets close to your ear, “Think of it as your punishment for leaving.”
Your own mind to shrouded in pleasure to remember why you left at the moment. He takes your lips before sheathing his entire length inside you, once again he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
He moves a hand back to your throat, enjoying how your tongue spasms while trying to gasp for air, the brutal pace stretching around him. Your moans only muffled by his own mouth before he hits the bundle of nerves inside you, sending a wave through your entire body. He pulls back, releasing his grasp to look at your panting body, simultaneously relaxed and twitching.
Looking down briefly before pulling out, quickly flipping you over, lifting your ass up to plunge back into you before you could even think about what was happening. One hand going down to tease your clit while the other snaked around your throat, pulling your back against his chest while he nips at your ear and neck. “Who am I?” Your mind numb when he pulses a squeeze on the sides of your throat.
He does a rougher thrust into you, letting you moan out before he asks the question again. Your eyes lull to the side, seeing him out of the corner, “L-Law.” You moan out, your hands going to support your self and the arm around your front. He lets out a satisfied hum into your neck, his movements becoming gentler.
You catch up on your breathing right as he moves his hand away from your neck. Your own hands going to his arm, pushing it back, “Law, please~” You surprised moan takes him back for a second.
He spins both of you around, sitting on the bed with you on top, feet trying to get a hold on the bed frame as he continues to fuck up into you. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other was still being held to your neck by you. “And why should I do what you ask?” His question dips a bit, a nip on the back of your neck sending you to cloud nine.
“I’m- so close,” You pant out, sweat covering both of your bodies as you admit the heat building inside you, “Please, Law. I-“ You let out another breathy moan as his hand returns to the spot that deprives you of air.
The weightlessness you feel becoming overwhelming as you feel the erratic thrusts. You arch your back, Law moving his hand up to your jaw, twisting your face to meet his, drowning out the moans while your body pulses around him in a death-like grip. You feel him groan before holding you down with the arm around your waist.
The subtle grind of your hips milking him empty, feeling his chest heave against your back before catching your breath. The room humid and hot, Law’s hair stuck to his forehead with sweat before he shifts onto the bed, pulling you down with him.
His head rubbing into the nook of your shoulder while he hugs you close, “I’m sorry.” The muffled voice shook you as you melted into his touch, “I forgot about our date.” His stern yet weak voice sounding like an angry kitten as he refused to let you go.
You hum in agreement, “Didn’t realize you knew what you did wrong.” You shift your body, trying to get his softening cock out of your abused hole to enjoy the needy cuddle from the man below you. Instead, his arms grip you tighter, a small thrust into you to keep you in place.
His lips pushed further into you, more of a means to muffle himself, “Figured it out along the way.” You huff out slightly at his pouting, once again trying to get loose.
“I won’t leave Law, but it’s hot and we’re both sticky.” He murmurs to stay put a little longer as he turns to his side, bring you with him. It can’t hurt to indulge him a little longer.
Prompt: Buggy has given you more and more freedom until one night he forgets to lock you up.
Buggy X Reader
You weren’t sure how long you had been on this ship, the last time you had been on land. You were sure that at some point the crew had docked, the ship got quiet at times, much less rocking than normal. But you weren’t allowed to the deck. With the clown captain taking particular interest in you, you were kept close to his quarters, barely venturing further than the kitchen or his office.
Most of the time chains kept you to the confines of the captains’ rooms, long enough to reach anything you could need but short enough to not be able to get anything to escape. At one point the shackles had allowed you access of the entire room, but one daring attempt of breaking them had been reprimanded with a punishment and a shorter chain.
The silent anger he showed when he had come to find you wondering his room, looking for a way to escape the room after breaking the chains. Binding your wrists together behind you and blindfolding you for hours positioned in a way that you could only kneel comfortably, not letting you feel any sort of comfort, always on edge.
He made it very clear he wouldn’t sleep with you until you asked, yet there were times when you wished he would cross the line, make it easier to hate him over the gentle caresses that made your mind dizzy. His words filling your mind before disappearing for god knows how long, the silence and lack of sight driving you insane before you’d feel a ghost of a brush against your thigh to make you aware you weren’t alone. You didn’t think the punishment would rock your mind when it began, but the longer you were deprived of anything, the more you craved the sweet touches you had groan use to at night. The gentle massages and cuddles being heaven compared to wondering if you were going insane or if someone was actually watching you suffer.
The topping on the cake was when you had woken up, still in the same position, and thrashed a bit, crying at the lack of anything before you heard the broken words from the man you shared the room with. “It hurts me doll, to see you like this,” The soft whispers sending your head whipping in the direction of the noise until you started begging him to touch you, to hug you, anything, that you promised to be good as long as you could feel him, and he’d always comply.
Every punishment came praise and sweet kisses to your temple, gentle rubs on anywhere that ached. Buggy would often spend the next day with you, ignoring work to make sure you were alright. And you were more than happy to have to company, the comfort of someone.
Every now and then you were permitted to roam with someone watching you, and with good behavior you had convinced Buggy to allow you to roam with at least the illusion of privacy. IE whoever was in charge of you at the time would keep their distance but still had you within their sights. It had taken some questionable tactics.
“Buggy, please?” You ask, your legs straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck. “I promise I’ll be good,” You whispered into his ear, before nibling his earlobe, trailing your lips down his jawline before finding their way to his lips, “Isn’t it a hassle to have to dismiss them when I’m with you? Why not have them far enough that it wouldn’t matter?”
The clown had his hands on your hips and was trying to ignore your behavior, but he was turning to putty quicker than he could think. Agreeing as long as you remembered the rules of your new found freedom. You could tell he truly did care for you in his own weird way.
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The memories flowed through you as you rested your chin on your hand, “Hey babe?” you soft whisper as you glanced over at the pirate captain who had somehow convinced you to love him. Sure, the beginning of the relationship was rocky, with all the confinement, but he did keep his word, and clearly stated things that had to be followed. Not a single time had he lied to you, nor did he ever mistreat you in the confines of his rules.
Buggy was snoring in bed, still in his clothes for the day. You perked up at this, it wasn’t a normal occurrence that he’d pass out so quickly, much less before making sure the door was locked and your anklet was on. He trusted you, but he had admitted to trust issues himself, so it would remain at night when he couldn’t watch you.
Yet here you were, door unlocked and no chain connecting you to this room, no warden keeping you in place either. Your heart beat faster looking around, this certainly wasn’t normal. You walk over to his sleeping body, his face paint starting to get on the pillow underneath him before you grabbed a damp clothes to get most of it off him.
You learned a while ago, when Buggy started trusting you with more freedom, that he loved to be taken care of. And something in your heart made you want too, his praises of how good you were made you tick happily in your daily life, and seeing him sleep softly was a sight for sore eyes, a vulnerability few if any saw.
You look around for a second after getting most of his makeup off. The bags under his eyes revealing just how tired he truly was, you whisper his name to see if he’d wake up to no avail. Eyeing the door before taking the steps out of the room.
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Buggy woke up with a loud snore, startling himself into an up right position. He didn’t remember when he fell asleep but by the looks of it, it hadn’t been too long. Glancing around the room to find his doll his heart stopped realizing it was empty. He immediately stood, running to the bathroom door in the corner to see if you were just out of view.
His anxiousness rotating from fear to anger and back to fear as he thinks of all the possibilities. Ripping the door to the hallway open and running towards the stairwell. Cursing himself for not locking the door, for falling asleep, for not keeping you locked up as he took the stairs two at a time.
If he finds you. No, when he finds you, he’ll make it clear just who is really in charge here. He must have given you too much freedom to quickly, you must have pulled some stupid trick. He was to trusting of you, fell to easily for your weak promises and sweet words to listen.
It wasn’t too long; you can’t have gotten far. If he was lucky, you were probably still stumbling on deck looking for a way to escape. It’s a place he had never allowed you to explore. The thought eased his mind slightly as he rounded the corner, nearly running into someone.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Your soft words gripped him as he finally looked down to see you, holding a trey of snacks and two drinks. “Buggy? What’s wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?” Your questions hitting him like a brick wall as he finally breathes out again.
“Doll, where’d you go?” He whimpered out slightly, grabbing either of your arms as brought his head closer to yours to make sure it was really you. Your doe-like eyes staring right back up to him, without a single realization of what you had done to him, without realizing what you could have done, a hand floating to your cheek.
“I was grabbing us something to eat, you seemed more tired than normal and I didn’t want to wake you.” Your words like honey as you lean into his touch, “Was I gone for too long? I’m sorry…”
Buggy seemed to relax at the sight before him, his sweet little doll coming to get him snacks. It was more than his heart could take while your head rested in his hand, a gentle gaze towards him. “Just had a nightmare darling, nothing for you to worry about,” He hummed while grabbing the trey from your hand, “Lets head back yea?” You nodded in agreement, trailing in front of him until you reached your shared room once again. He supposed maybe he could allow you to roam around a bit more if it made you happy.
The first time you joined your boyfriend in one of his naps was a turning point of your relationship. Before it was much more of a sexual release type of thing, getting some pent-up energy out with no real meaning to it. Zoro had agreed to the boyfriend title even if it didn’t change anything, as long as it guaranteed him less hassle when trying to find someone to warm his bed.
And for the most part you were alright with that arrangement, you had been apart of the crew long enough to know that Zoro didn’t really open his heart up to the thoughts of love. He was much more focused on protecting his crew, his captain, and reaching his dreams. Having an actual loved one could distract him from that.
So, after the third or fourth time the two of you had found each other in a bar on land, you had suggested to just date, promising to change nothing other than maybe the frequency of night visits.
And then one summer afternoon came by, the perfect breeze flowing through the air and there he was napping against the foremast in the perfect spot of sun that you wanted for yourself. Deciding to plop down in the grass next to him before resting your head in his lap, he opened his eye to stare down at you, as though asking you the question in his mind without speaking.
“You’re in the best spot, stay still.” You muttered before closing your own eyes for an afternoon rest. You heard him grunt and shift a bit but stilled after a moment, accepting his fate as your pillow for the time being.
Time continued, and you’d steal his lap every now and then but he’d never push you away. And then one particularly cold day came by and you knew that napping outside wasn’t a good idea. Yet there he was once again, against a railing without a care in the world. And you couldn’t help but notice how every time he seemed to be in the perfect ray of sunlight, getting as much warmth as possible in the windy fall like weather.
Without realizing it, your legs were taking you to your perfect nap spot as well. Although this time you plopped right down into his lap with a small huff. Zoro seemed to have notice you coming and adjust a softer landing for you as your back hit his chest before feeling him relax a little more behind you. The warmth of his body keeping you nice as warm as you laid your head against his shoulder. When you woke up you, you were laid against the railing yourself. No sign of the swordsman around you but a blanket placed over you.
Another time came, although this time Zoro was still eyeing the deck in the way he does to find the perfect napping spot. This time, you thought you found the spot before him, standing next to where you assume he would lay to rest for a while, waiting for him to come. His eyes scanned the deck until it fell on you, and that spot you had decided was the best and he walked up, a small smile played on his lips as he threw himself into the spot next to you, this time openly inviting you to join him.
Without a word you straddle his waist, his eye studying you at the different movement before you sat down, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Cuddling your face into his chest before fully relaxing into the muscular body. You feel Zoro sigh for a second before a hand rests on your back, the other presumably going behind his own head as soft snores fill your ears.
At one point you had decided you didn’t want a nap one day, instead going to join Nami and Robin without their girls chat as you so often did. Sanji bringing you all drinks is his normal over-the-top way. And just as he set your glass next to you, you felt arms around your waist picking you up as you let a small squeal out.
“What do you think you’re doing to a lady Moss-head.” Sanji’s annoyed voice came, his leg raised and ready to fight as Zoro huffed claiming he was borrowing you for a while, quickly flinging you over his shoulder as he walked away.
“What’s this all about?” You try to ask into his back, knowing you were no match to Zoro’s strength, if he wanted you on his shoulder, that is where you would stay.
You felt him huff for a second as he walked across the deck, “You didn’t join me today. Threw off my schedule.” His words spoken as though they were obvious before he repositioned you in front of him. He was a little gentler compared to how he normally throws himself to the ground while wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing your back further into him as he shifted to get comfortable.
“Couldn’t find peace without me?” You ask, tilting your head back to try and see his face, the arms around you squeezed ever so slightly while his nose took in the scent of your hair, muttering a shut up before you felt his body melt under you a little bit.
Relaxing yourself into him with a smile on your face, you hadn’t planned on taking a nap today, but you guess you could make an exception when your boyfriend is being so cute about it.
hello~ may i request some headcanons involving some of Whitebeard's crew (Marco, Ace, Edward Newgate, and Thatch) having an S/O who's not even 5 feet tall and has a personality of a honey badger, please?
First time I'm trying to do headcanons so may not be what you're expecting 😅
Marco (6’ 8”):
He’d tease you if he sees you on your toes trying to reach something
Not so funny when he sees you balancing things on top of each other to reach something
You’d claim you only fell because he snuck up on you, ignoring him scolding you for dangerous behavior
He’d try to tell you to be careful and the second he turns around you’re back to your shenanigans, much to his dismay
He loves when you curl up next to him in bed
Would wrap his phoenix wings around you if you fell asleep in his lap
Izou (6’ 3¾“):
Would treat you like a living doll
Giving you praise if you allowed yourself to be pulled into his whims
You’d grumble the entire time though
Meanwhile, he’s measuring you to get the perfect outfit for you
If you complain enough, they’ll make you into a Mini–Marco down to styling your hair similarly
Your harsh comments wouldn’t stop him for a second from dragging you from store to store
He'd dote on you so much if you let him do whatever he wants
Ace (6’ 1”):
Ace would absolutely love his Short King/Queen.
Patting your hair into messy knots
He’d crack a few too many jokes at your short stature
Potentially earning him a sharp kick to the shin
Perhaps also being used as a step stool after falling down from said kick
Would be the one to carry you under his arm like a feral cat
Edward Newgate (21’ 10”):
You complain constantly about not being able to reach things but get angry if he gets them for you
He thinks your tantrums are super cute and will pick you up to sit in his lap while you’re pouting
He’d take extra care to make sure you’re comfortable
Meanwhile you’d climb him like a jungle gym just to sit on his shoulder
You’d never admit it, but you love how you can feel his laugh shake the world around you
Thatch (6’ 3”):
Probably wouldn’t even notice you walk into the kitchen
Would scare the shit out of him once he turns around to see you trying to sneak a snack
He’d laugh while you pout at being caught
Would tell you he’ll make you something if you ask nicely, throwing in a joke about your height while he’s at it
Koala was over the moon when she found out that Sabo finally confessed to you, and she was laughing hysterically when she found out it was by mistake, claiming that his face must have been amazing. She was disappointed to learn of the fact three months after it happened. Regardless though, she was now helping you pick out an outfit for meeting someone important in Sabo’s life.
Koala had explained it to be like a parental figure which amused you. Most revolutionaries have found family, but very few had parental figures. Even you had been an orphan for a while and thinking towards how your boyfriend acts, you thought he had been one as well. Never bringing up someone who had taken care of him while growing up before.
Although you guess he has been here since he was a child, it’s no wonder how he rose the ranks ‘quickly’ when he’s been here for so long, and someone must have taken care of him. You mind wanders to who it could be and while all the top positions flashed through your mind you couldn’t see any of them taken on the burden of watching a kid.
“Tell me Koala, it’s not Iva right?” the only ‘reasonable’ suggestion you could even think of as they took long breaks to go back to Kamabakka Kingdom. Still, you couldn’t see the drag queen, who was open to all, opening their arms to a child to watch.
Koala burst out laughing, tears brimming her eyes, “No, although they did ‘babysit’ Sabo and I when no one wanted us to wander. If you want to call it that.”
~~~
“Are you ready Y/N?” Sabo leaned down to ask as he looped and arm around yours. He had met you at your room, deciding to lead you to where you were meeting his benefactor.
“I must be honest, I am a little nervous…” You chuckle out trying to ease your nerves, “How will I look to them? I never thought I’d be meeting anyone’s equivalent to a parent.” The thought had ran through your mind when you were younger, meeting your lovers family and getting along with them. But as time had progressed you had given up on meeting someone, much less being welcomed into such a homey environment.
The revolutionary army was as close as you’d get to a family was what you thought after you joined, and then Sabo exceeded you expectations and now this. It was a little much for you to accept so quickly, “Please, They already like you. We’ve been dating for months now, it’s only proper that I introduce you two formally.” The excited look he gave you made your heart flutter a bit.
You approached the room, rather farther from most you had noticed. You had been walking for about five minutes before getting there and the smile of Sabo’s face was enough to calm your nerves as he knocked on the door before letting himself in, pulling you with him.
You tense up a bit as you enter, expecting to see someone you maybe haven’t met yet, but what you weren’t expecting was the Commander Dragon himself. He was sat at a table, towards the door with his hands crossed in front of him. “Dragon! I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, please meet Dragon!” Sabo between the two of you as you made eye contact with Dragon.
Both of you blinked a bit, it seems as though both of you had not been expecting this. Dragon lets a small sigh out first before shooting a glance at Sabo, “I thought you meant someone I didn’t know.” His shoulders relaxed a bit before looking back towards you, “It seems he got you wrapped around his finger as well Y/N.” The slight laugh coming from him surprised you as heard Sabo joining in on the chuckling.
“Hmm? What? Wait. What?” You mind was still reeling a bit as Sabo led you to a chair with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Out of everyone you could have expected to meet it certainly wasn’t him.
After an awkward beginning and light conversation, you and Dragon had finally started joking about Sabo here and there to ease up to mood. It’s when Sabo gets up to grab something that Dragon looks at you, “Well, how about we talk about sending you out on a mission soon?” You gleefully fill the room with chatter as he talks about a couple of missions to retrieve something from near by islands, none would take longer than a week or so.
You smiled brightly while talking about what your mission could be when Sabo walks back in, seemingly un aware of what was happening. Placing a bottle of wine of the table as he goes behind you, both his hands on your shoulders, “What are you two talking about?” He leans down to give your cheek a kiss, unbeknownst to you he was also shooting a glare towards Dragon.
“We were just going over the details of my first mission coming up,” You smile up at him, turning your head to receive a kiss on the lip. You feel his grasp on your shoulders tighten and he pulls away from you with a worried look.
“What if you get hurt? You haven’t been attending training regularly in a while now, you may be more prone to injuries.” His logic and voice dripping with concern hit you hard. You have been so busy recently that you’d only be able to go out and train about once a week, and you have been leaving the office each night more tired than usual. “I’m just worried that you may not be prepared.” His hands slide down your arms before wrapping around you fully, squeezing. “I’m sure Dragon agrees. He doesn’t want you to push yourself too thin.”
You glance over at Dragon who seems to be staring at Sabo with an unreadable expression, his gaze softening slightly after making eye contact with you, “Of course, Y/N. You should be at your top performance before heading out on a mission.”
You bring a hand up to Sabo’s arm still wrapped around you, rubbing it slightly in disappointment. “How about you join me on my next mission next month if you wrack up the energy again?” Sabo’s suggestion rings through your ears before looking at Dragon to see his input.
The scornful look on his face is hidden quickly as he looks back to you, saying if you agree to it than there’s nothing he can do. “You won’t worry to much if I’m near you I guess,” You smile up at him accepting the compromise. It had been a sore subject over all through out the relationship, it’d be at least once a week that you’d bring up wanting to be out on the field, each time he’d convince you, that you weren’t ready quite yet, not strong enough, not having enough energy. You were more than happy to listen to his demand if it meant he was trusting you to finally go outside headquarters.
~~~
You were more than excited about the upcoming mission, but you still had to focus on the word at hand. Apparently a hot shot pirate was caught and is too be executed at Marine Headquarters and everybody was making a huge deal about it. You read about pirates from time to time, but unless they crossed into the revolutionary territory you didn’t pay them much mind.
This one on the other hand was causing quite a bit more commotion, the second commander of the White Beard Pirates and apparently the son of Gol. D Roger. No doubt it was going to shake the world, but that would be another persons problem. Your problem was that Ivankov had gotten captured and was now in Impel Down.
The impenetrable prison was not a joke and to try and get him out was a heavy task. Dragon had all but given up, asking you to look into anyway to get him out but not pushing you to overwork. Everything you looked into was a risky notion, you’d have to contact more people, plan accordingly and expect casualties. It wasn’t what you wanted, but Iva was a big part of the Revolutionaries, to lose them would be a hard blow to the organization.
That is until we got word that Iva had gotten free, with the help of a rookie pirate. Dragon started to watch what was happening more closely as you sat in the same room. Sabo was out with Koala and should be back by tomorrow, so for now you were with Dragon, sitting in silence as you watched a war unfold.
The marines had been prepared for resistance, hundreds of pirates gathering to stop an execution and now even Iva had flown in with plenty of other escapees. The blood drained from your face as updates came in, why would they decide to join in such a battle that had little likely hood of success. Dragon seemed anxious but you didn’t question it, plenty of people were about to die and it’s not something either of you would be thrilled about.
You job of planning a breakout for Iva long forgotten as the both of you watched on, mentally preparing for the worst. And that’s when it’s announced that the rookie pirate who had helped Iva escaped, wearing a characteristic Straw Hat, was Dragon’s son. You looked over at Dragon who still didn’t show any emotion but you could tell he was tense. You didn’t ask any questions; it wasn’t for you to know and you’re sure he was feeling more emotions that you could imagine.
You watch as many people try to save the pair of supposed brothers. And that’s when you see Ace jump in front of Luffy. It was a quick and you had to look away from the transponder snail. You had been rooting for them to escape, no matter how unlikely it was.
It wasn’t until after new of Luffy escaping that Dragon stood up, “Be prepared for tomorrow. It will be a long day.” He walked out of the room to leave you with the files spread about. You sighed knowing that this would shift the world in one way or another. The repercussions would change a lot and you’d most likely be the one to help brief everyone else accordingly.
~~~
Sabo had arrived late that night, you only know because you had still been organizing papers when you saw him coming in, he had given you a tired nod before doing a double take as to why you were still awake. “Don’t over work yourself.” His tired voice hitting your ears as he had walked up to see the papers spewed in front of you.
“A large execution and war happened. There will be a briefing tomorrow night, still organizing everything,” You kept your explanation short as to not make his brain overthink anything. He was probably just as tired as you were at this point.
He wraps his arms around you, his head going into your neck taking a deep breath in, “Finish the rest tomorrow. I’m sure today’s been exhausting.” You sigh, knowing he’s right. Most of it was done anyway it was just a matter of getting copies and put in an orderly manner before the meeting.
~~~
The next day you got up early enough to finish everything, dropping it all off for Dragon to look over. It was noon by the time you felt like you could breathe again. You walk outside to see the newspaper being delivered and buy the entire stock, knowing it’d have yesterday’s news of Ace in it and that everyone would want a look.
Dropping off even more papers, this time to the center table as others were slowly filtering into the room, grabbing the paper to see what it had to say as you sat down near Dragon to take meeting notes when it started in an hour or so.
People murmuring and looking around as they read the news, some even going up to Dragon if it’s true that he has a son, but what catches your eye is your boyfriend stopping mid step. The look on his face was the same one he’d get when he was trying to remember something from his past and you had a bad gut feeling as he turned to grab a paper himself.
Standing up as even Koala turned to ask what was wrong is Sabo as he continued to read of the war that had happened. He starts to shake and you can hear his breathing becoming unstable, only those closest to him seem to have noticed his break down as you make your way to him. Before you could see what was wrong, he let out a painful yell, falling to the floor before passing out. Dragon stood up as everyone rushed to see what happened.
You and Koala had decided to take turns staying by Sabo side. He had such a high fever and no one knew what was happening to him. He had been perfectly healthy before coming back and no one was prepared to see him stuck in a bed without a reason why. You heart sank every time you entered his room, wiping his forehead down every time sweat accumulated on him.
Much of the time he was stagnant and barely moved, but every now and then he’d toss and turn, trying to grip for something with both his hands as you’d call the medics to help him relax again. You’d learn quickly that it was better for him to be fully out over letting his body control him. Koala had been with him the first time, not only was he attacking at random, but he was also hurting himself. What had been a small coma quickly turned into a couple of fractured bones and stitches as he haphazardly attacked objects.
Three days had passed and you could handle it, Koala and Hack telling you to get some sleep as they took over watch of the passed-out chief of staff. You couldn’t sleep much but laying down was enough rest you’d need while overthinking of what could have happened.
It hadn’t even been 2 hours when someone burst into your room, informing you of Sabo waking up. You were delighted, a little disappointed in yourself for not being next to him as you quickly make your way to him.
You burst into the room, tears running down your face just as he was explaining he had gotten his memories back. You didn’t care, you tackle his bed, jumping between Hack and Koala who were there. You pounded on his chest as you heard Koala’s sniffles too and his arms wrap around you rubbing your back, “Don’t scare me like that idiot.” The harsh scold met with a small laughter at you stare up at Sabo’s refreshed face. Dragon also entering the room as Koala laughs at your normally stern and strong demeanor is broken, her own sobs quieting down.
After a couple minutes of everyone calming down Sabo lets everyone know that Ace and Luffy are his brothers. You glance at Dragon, wondering if he knew considering he had picked Sabo up from the island they grew up on, his cold face showing a little bit of shock before going back to being unreadable.
“The important thing now is that I can protect those I love now.” Sabo’s voice strong as ever as he grips your hand tighter, “I’ll make sure I never lose anyone needlessly again.” His face downturned slightly, you assumed it was for mourning of Ace.
You can’t imagine how it must feel to remember your family only to realize you lost one of them, another one of them god knows where after being in critical condition. Although you do let Sabo know that Luffy seemed to have made it out alive, quickly retrieving the paper that showed his solemn look of him breaking back into Marineford for a photo op.
Sabo clenches the paper, his jaw becoming tight as he stares at the photo, “That idiot never changes.” He breathes a sigh and you can see a slight smile play onto Dragon’s face at the comment.
Over the course of a couple days, you could see Sabo battling himself. Making small comments here and there, and being clingier than before. You couldn’t blame him though, if anything you’re shocked, he wasn’t mourning more. Still, you stayed by his side, listening to his words and his happy stories of his childhood. Holding him close when he’d get silent and tears started brimming his eyes.
Some nights he wouldn’t let you go until morning, and you didn’t dare leave him. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state broke your heart, and if he needed you there, you weren’t going to deny him that small comfort.
Prompt: You confide to Killer that you're a virgin and want to be prepared for Kid.
NSFW
Kid X Fem Reader X Killer
You had been on the Victoria Punk for a couple weeks now, had gotten the routine of how everyone works and how everything moves. It felt comforting being some place with a consistent schedule, even if it was filled with eccentric people, you now called your friends. Although you couldn’t ignore something forever, your Captain, the one who had convinced you to come aboard by practically dragging you on, kept trying to get you alone.
It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, and Kid was certainly public about his intentions, slapping your ass as you walk by, pulling you on his lap if he so desires, and the make-out sessions were great. But you started to overthink on one particular night when he had a grip on your hips while he was grinding his hard on into you while biting at your neck. It wasn’t the fact that you were in front of everyone, no one seemed to care over the public display. You had felt embarrassed when a moan escaped your lips, putting a hand to your mouth while your face turned red, but Kid had grabbed your wrist grunting that he wanted to hear you.
The real problem wasn’t the location, your head wasn’t reeling at what was happening around you. Despite being open to try things, and never denying Kid, you had always wiggled your way out of his grasp before it got any farther. Kid would clearly be annoyed, but wouldn’t push you, and it started gnawing at your mind.
So you decided to go to Killer, the right hand man of Kid, and another conquest Kid had made clear was his. You woke up extra early, knowing no one else would be up to bother the conversation you were about to pull the first mate in too. Closing the door behind you as you hear the clinking of pots.
Killer glances over his shoulder, “Y/N, you’re up early.” His low deep voice making your heart flutter a little bit. You sit as close to him as possible without being in his work space, watching him move about the kitchen before setting a cup of coffee and a muffin in front of you, “Any reason for this visit?” He leans against the counter, crossing his arm while peering down at you through his mask.
You let out a noise as you try to find the words in your mind, deciding to take a sip of coffee to ignore the question for juts a couple more seconds. The hot liquid practically burning your tongue as the two of you sit in silence. Killer doesn’t pressure you, nor does he move to continue what he was doing, He waits patiently while seeing you dance the cup between your hands before you hang your head down letting a sigh out, “It’s about Kid.”
Killer perks up at your quiet admission. Before he could ask anything, you continue, “Or rather it’s about me.” Your face turning red as he watches you stare at the steam. You brush a strand of hair behind your ear, still refusing to look at him, “I’m uh. I’m not experienced.” Your voice going to whisper at your admission.
After a heavy silence hits you, you start to babble about how you’ve never had the chance, and that it’s embarrassing to be with someone like Kid and what if you don’t live up to what he expects. The quick rant continues until a hand slaps the table next to you, startling you to be quiet as you realize Killer looming over you. Your face red as you remember to breathe again.
“So… You’re worried you’ll disappoint Kid?” His chest barely brushing against you as he leans lower, “And you want me to help?” The clarifying question send another round of emotions swirling around your mind.
“Well, uh. It’s just. Kid is so quick, and rough. And it’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just. Um.” You stop for a second to gather your thoughts, “You seem more gentle.” The whisper of the last sentence leaving your mouth before you could change your mind, “Maybe could give me pointers about him.” Your thumb rubbing the rim of the cup in your hand while you stare at Killers hand resting next to yours.
You aren’t sure what Killer is thinking as he walks away, starting to actually cook breakfast again. You start to pick at the muffin in front of you, accepting the silent refusal. The noise of others waking up and walking on deck alerting you to the time. You go to stand up, placing both hands on the table, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.
“Meet me in the captain’s room after lunch.” The husky whisper sending a shiver down your spine, you whip your head around and before you could say anything others start to enter the room. Killer places a plate of breakfast in front of you, also setting a place for the others coming in, leaving you with your head reeling.
~~~
You made you way through your ship, you knew Kid was in his workshop right now but it still felt weird to be going to his room. The dim corridor echoing your foot steps before stopping in front of the large door that had subtle dents and scratches in the wood. Should you knock? Should you just walk in? Before you could decide Killer opened the door, ushering you into the large room before shutting it.
You take in your surroundings, a huge bed laid against the back wall, posts on each corner that made it seem much to fancy for who you knew Kid to be. A large desk in the corner filled with scrap metal and bookshelves full of knick-knacks and books that looked well-loved, bars in front of them, presumably to keep them in place during storms. A rather large mirror encompassing most of a wall, just across from the side of the bed. There were two wardrobes, one shut with nothing in front of it while the other had doors ajar, clothes piled around. The room seemingly a mix between well-worn and messy, and lived in but clean.
“Done staring there, Y/N?” Killer’s voice spooked you, when you realized he was sitting at the end of the bed, leaning back on his hands while staring at you through his mask. You mouth becoming dry as you stare at his bare chest, a happy trail of blonde hair dipping below his pants.
You glance further down at his crotch before snapping your eyes back up towards his masked face, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. No doubt your entire face was red at this point, the tips of you ears even feeling hot as you feel rooted in your spot. “W-what if Kid comes by? This is his room won’t he-“
“We share this room sweetness, now get over here.” Killer’s stern voice had you moving your legs underneath you. Approaching the sitting man as your nervous hands grab his shoulders, placing your knees on either side of his legs before resting on his knees. His rough hands taking a gentle hold of your waist as he shifts you closer to him. Gentle circles from his thumbs helping you relax slightly. “How do you want to do this?”
His question shocks you a bit, your grip of his shoulders tighten a bit as you remain silent, not really knowing how to answer. “I know you’re a virgin, but I didn’t think you’d be innocent too” His silent taunting voice shook you as his hands moved to the top of your thighs, pulling at the skin slightly. His head goes closer to yours before whispering, “Do you want to be in control or do you want me to do everything?” One of his hands angling closer to your crotch, a thumb narrowly missing your core.
You nuzzle you head into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his neck, “S-show me how to do everything.” Your meek voice making him tense slightly underneath you. He seems to hesitate slightly, so you swallow your pride, “How do I make someone feel good Killer?” You whisper it in his ear, sitting up slightly to push him against the bed. Sitting on top of him as you slowly take your shirt off, grinding down enough to feel the tent in his pants.
Killer watches you trying to be confident in your actions, the slightly clumsy movements of an attempt of seduction turning him on more than if you were actually experienced. Maybe he should have told Kid of your intentions so he could watch. Watch your timid shy self try to be what you think Kid wants, doing everything to please him and learn how to make him crazy. If Kid finds out, he’ll surely have opinions on the matter. But, in Killer’s defense, he hadn’t expected you to be so eager, he thought you wanted to be prepared, to know how it feels, before experiencing it with Kid, who was often harsh in his actions. The idea of Kid finding out of your inexperience amused him, thinking of how he would have handled the situation instead.
Killer is brought back to his senses when he feels you tug at his pants, already on your knees while staring intently at your newest project. With a little bit of a struggle, you release Killer’s cock, it bouncing into the air before you hesitantly take hold.
One of your hands on his bare thigh while the other gives a slight squeeze to the base. You stare at the veiny appearance as it twitches, it’s much bigger than you had expected. “If you want Kid to go insane,” The low grunt reminding you of Killer, “You should look up at him while you drool over his cock.”
You think about his words, taking an experimental lick from the base to the tip, hearing a slight curse from above you. You move your hand up, brushing the plump tip with your thumb while letting saliva pool in your mouth.
You open your lips, letting your tongue lull out, hovering just above Killers tip as drool slowly rides down onto his cock, you glance up to meet Killer’s eyes in an attempt to ask if what you were doing was correct. His masked face not giving you much but the curse under his breath as his hand slips onto your head is enough encouragement as you turn your attention back to the matter at hand. Slowly pursing your lips around him, the slick of your drool being spread as you bob your head down a bit.
Killers tells you to relax your jaw, before pressing you down a bit more. You flatten your tongue against his shaft, taking in the salty flavor of sweat and precum, trying to be careful to not scrape your teeth against him. You go down a bit deeper, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, tears brimming your eyes, “remember to breathe when you come up.” Killer coaching you through it all as you continue to try and take him deeper. You feel yourself getting hot, wanting to be touched yourself but also not wanting to miss any instructions as your fingers dig into his thighs, your other hand twisting and bobbing in unison with your head.
Killer grabs your hair, tugging you off his dick as you release him with a ‘pop’, you tongue laying out of your mouth slightly as you catch your breath. He brushes some tears away from your cheeks as he tells you how good you did. He picks you up and places you on the bed, waiting for you to be ready before he removes your shorts.
“Kid is thicker than I am, so you have to be prepared for that,” He murmurs while you let him spread your legs. Your head propped up by some pillows, one hand leaning against the head board while the other was being bitten to not let noises out so you could listen better. Your eyes half lidded, a little disappointed that you hadn’t made Killer cum before he pulled you off.
The touches of another person’s hands on your skin, so close to your core was driving you insane. The fire building up as Killer spreads your folds apart, the cool air hitting you more before the tip of his finger teases your entrance.
Killer knew he was fucked at this point, if Kid finds out how sweet and adorable your mewls are while learning how to please him. He mentally prepared himself for Kid’s anger later before pressing in. Watching as you happily accepted the single finger, the soft warmness welcoming the intrusion with a slight buck of your hips. He glances up to see you staring down at him, the lustful look covering you face as you bit a knuckle. Killer shifted, keeping a finger in you as he reached up to grab your wrist, “You know Kid likes listening.”
A whine escaping your lips as you feel another finger inside you. Killer moves your hand towards your breast, and you take that as an order to knead it, playing with your nipple, pinching and squeezing in pace with Killer spreading and pumping his fingers inside you. He watches you and you can’t help but to glance away, your head turning towards the mirror. You let out another moan, seeing yourself unraveled with Killer arched above you preparing you for more. You see Killers head glance up at you before turning towards the mirror, he stops his movements entirely.
“There’s a reason this is here,” He pulls his digits out of you entirely, a slight ache as you feel yourself pulse around nothing. He sits at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror while gesturing you to come over. You crawl over to him before he picks you up, your legs hooking over his as he leans your back against his chest and widen his own legs, making you open further in full view of yourself.
The way you glistened slightly, the slight rub of Killers hard dick just underneath you, the glimpse of his cock in the mirror so close to your pussy making your mind go wild. The emotionless mask tilted down as both hands approach your entrance, a single finger from each hand entering you at two different angles, “Watch yourself Y/N.” The demand had your head snapping towards the mirror, watching as he slowly pumping his fingers inside you.
The dull ache being replaced with want before he pulls your pussy open, adding another finger while you feel the sting of being stretched open. At some point your impatience gets ahead of you when you grind your hips down, feeling Killer’s hard on below you, “You aren’t prepared yet.” The hushed warning tone as he added yet another finger, the harsh pump stretching you out as you let out a moan with a single movement hitting a bundle of nerves. He warns you to behave if you don’t want to be hurt by accident as your body burns up wanting more.
In frustration you lean up, twisting your head to bite Killers neck. Your arms going to wrap themselves around the man behind you to keep him close to your attack. The gasp that leaves Killers mask makes you light headed but you don’t let up, lapping your tongue at where your teeth was starting to break his skin. “Yea, I can tell why Kid likes you.”
Killer was having a hard time controlling himself, he didn’t want to hurt you. And knowing how big he and Kid were, wanted to take time to properly prepare you. But your gasps and moans were thinning his patience. The grind on him making him go nearly insane, and the bite in his neck only reminding him of how Kid marks him ever so often. He thought about what he should do next, he could take you right now, finally get done the main mission of you coming to him this morning. But you were doing this to learn about Kid, to be prepared for when the domineering Captain finally got a hold of you in private.
His thoughts were interrupted with a creek of the door, glancing up in the mirror he could see the red feathered coat. You hadn’t seemed to notice the extra person, too entranced on leaving a mark on Killers neck. Killer smirks under his mask, spreading your legs more and twisting so Kid could have a better view as to what was happening, a moan vibrating against Killers skin at the movement.
“Y/N. Remind me, why are we doing this?” Killer’s hushed tone made you confused as you detached yourself from him, leaning your forehead against his neck as he continued to brush against your bundle of nerves.
“W-wanna be. Good, for Kid,” Your moans and breathing making you take time to finish the sentence before glancing at the mirror with half lidded eyes.
“Mmhmm, and why is that?” Killer’s eyes bounced from what he was doing with you to the tall man who had closed the door, locking it. No doubt, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. Killer couldn’t help but want to see Kid’s reaction.
Kid watched from his position as Killer and you were having fun. You hadn’t even slept with Kid yet and here he’s finding you playing Killer. His anger was replaced by curiosity when he saw Killer adjust with you in his lap. The words spilling out of your mouth as your naked body was flushed and wide open like an invitation, Killer clearly stretching you wide with soft pants coming from you. Kid already more than pleased with your answer.
He’d certainly have to show Killer who was in charge later, but for now he couldn’t stop watching as your head turned to face the mirror, although you seemed to out of it to realize he was there, Kid starting to palm himself through his pants while watching you stare at yourself in the mirror. The confusion clear in your face from Killers second question before your face turned a darker shade of red, “Cause it’s my first time.” The low whisper sending Kid crazy, you were still to focused on watching yourself react to see anything else in the room.
Kid walks over to the bed, gripping your hair and twisting your head towards him, the moan that escapes your lips sending him to another planet before you realize who you’re looking at. “Our little mouse’s first time?” The devious smile playing on his lips as he watches your wide eyes stare up at him. Kid glances towards Killer, who had stopped fingering in in favor of wrapping his hands under your thighs, lifting them up and holding them in place for Kid to view.
“K-Kid-“ You stutter out, more embarrassed at being so exposed, you wiggle to try and get free only for Killer’s grip to become tighter, Kid moving his hand to your chin, squishing your mouth open.
“And what have the two of you done so far?” His tone dipping down as his other hand meets your warmth, you involuntarily buck your hips towards his touch with a low moan, “Seems like your needy cunt is more than ready.”
You feel Killer’s dick twitch beneath you while Kid shoves a finger into you, taking your lips in his, shoving his tongue down your throat. You move your arms around Kid’s neck, pulling him closer as he presses you further into Killer’s embrace. When you start feeling light head he leans back, looking between the two of you before pulling a chair closer, undressing as he sits down in front of you. Killer adjusts his legs a bit, as though expecting what Kid is about to say, “Show me what else you were going to do. Make her cry.”
You let out a small squeal at the demand you’ve just heard as Killer reaches one of his hands down to direct his dick to your entrance. Letting your leg go slack before holding it up again. The hard stare of Kid, who had started to stroke himself, was only added to the pleasure as you felt Killer’s tip nestled in your entrance.
You roll your hips downwards, gasping at the sudden intrusion you had be longing for. Killer grunts, finally letting himself sink into you. You groan at the sting of being stretched, eyes squeezing shut the deeper he goes into you. The mixture of pleasure and pain flooding your brain the more you're filled. Kid leans forward, placing a hand on Killers knee as he watches you squirm and moan.
Killer leans down closer to you and you take the opportunity to nuzzle your face into him, twisting uncomfortable as he starts to fuck up into you at a steady pace. Your hand reaches down, feeling the tight sensation of being fucken into, your fingers dipping down around Killers cock to feel how you’ve stretched around him.
The tight sting becomes pleasure soon enough as you yell his name, finally gathering the courage to open your eyes again. You stare down to see Kid massaging Killers thighs, the fast motions making it hard for you to focus. All of a sudden you feel a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh, a tongue moving over Killers fingers settling closer to the action. You look back down to see Kid peppering your thigh in small kisses before he bites down hard. A scream erupting from your throat, the sensitive skin being overwhelmed with pleasure more than pain.
Killer lets out grunts behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues to fuck you senseless as Kid finds another patch of skin to bite. Soon enough your body littered with bruising bites, some leaking blood as you hold onto Kid, moaning both the men’s names without reason other than you wanted more.
“Let her down,” The whisper erupting from Kid causes Killer to gently place your thighs down, blood slowly running through your legs again as Killers dick kisses your cervix with the new found gravity pulling you down. You cry out, gripping Kids shoulder, falling forward slightly. Kid’s head goes behind you, his shoulder right in front of you for you to sink your teeth into as you hear Killer let out a throaty moan. A glance in the mirror shows you the Kid has latched himself onto the blonde man, the opposite side from where you had bitten him.
Kids dick brushes against your stomach, the rigorous movements still making your mind numb as you reach down. You hesitate when you realize just how thick Kid is. Both your hands meeting to fully wrap around him as you start to squeeze and pump. The hearty groan you hear from Kid causing a shiver down your spine as he thrusts into your touch.
You feel a bundle in your stomach starting to unravel as time continues. Biting harder into Kid’s shoulder as it comes undone, tasting the sweaty copper the enters your mouth as Kid hisses. Killer gripping your hips before lifting you off him with just enough time to cum on your stomach. You can feel Killer breathing heavy behind you as Kid continues to thrusts into your hands, “Cumming without me now?” His words feign hurt as he pushes Killer to lay on the bed, you laying on top of him before Kid climbs, pumping his cock inches away from your face.
Killer wraps his arms around you in a comforting manner as you decide to open your mouth, letting your tongue hang out in preparation for what was to cum. Kid smiles down at you before placing his tip to your lip, letting the precum smear against you before aiming inside you. The hot white liquid hitting the back of your throat quickly before you swallow the sour taste down.
“Damn, you were gonna let me miss this?” Kids husky voice turning slightly sweet as his hand caresses your cheek before glancing up at Killer who squeezes you tighter to his body, “And here I was thinking you two wouldn’t get along.”
Your mind was still foggy, not fully processing what was happening. The sudden stop of movements lets the air tickle your skin, turning you slightly cold. You turn to snuggle into the man below you, an arm grabbing onto Kid in an attempt to pull him down. “ ‘m tired” You mumble, the throbbing ache starting to become more prominent as your eyelids got heavier.
Kid watches as you fall asleep in Killers arms, “Why didn’t ya take your mask off?” The question came as he leaned down to remove Killers helmet himself. A sweaty, flushed red embarrassed face was revealed making Kid chuckle, “Like our lil Mouse that much?” The silent agreement coming as Killer gets on the bed properly, laying against the pillows, being careful to not wake you up.
Prompt: Ace falls asleep at a less-than-convenient time, so you tease him in public.
NSFW
Ace X Fem Reader
You look at your boyfriend from across the table. He had fallen asleep once again, his head now laying on the plate in front of him, his hands still holding onto the sandwich he was eating. The others around laughed at him but you couldn’t help but to feel slightly annoyed.
You knew it wasn’t his fault, that it happened at random, but just the night prior he had also fallen asleep in the middle of eating you out. You were so close to release as his tongue darted into you, all the while his thumb was rubbed circles in your clit, another hand keeping your thigh pinned to the bed.
Your hand was in his hair, begging him to let you cum. And that’s when you felt his body go limp, his faces till buried in your dripping cunt while you could hear him snoring. His nose nestled between your folds as you let out an exasperated moan. Pulling his head away from you with your hand that was tangled in his hair as you sat up to reposition him into a more comfortable position. He didn’t end up waking up until morning.
And now here he was, once again asleep while eating something. Your frustration was boiling over when an idea popped into your head. Smiling ever so subtly as Ace snapped his head back up, looking around to get his surroundings before going back to eating. You slip your foot out of your sandal, brushing against the man’s ankles across from you, the rough leather of his boots rubbing against your skin.
Ace flashes a look at you, confused and was about to ask what was up when you trail up his leg. You continue to eat your own breakfast, ignoring Ace while someone asked your boyfriend why he was so quiet. Your foot moves to the edge of his shorts venturing closer as you hear his sharp inhale.
You glance at Ace, offering him a smile before turning your head to continue a conversation. Putting pressure on the fabric of his crotch, feeling a twitch underneath. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Ace trying his best to remain aloof to those around him, a red tint dusting his freckles.
People start clearing out of the mess hall, and you decide to follow the crowd, only after making sure Ace was fully hard. You couldn’t help but smirk when you hear him swear under his breath before standing up to do your duties for the day. “Bye babe. See you later,” You practically sing, tossing some of your hair over your shoulder as he stares at you with a heated look. You can’t help but laugh when you heard some others ask why Ace isn’t standing up, while he dances around the answer itself.
At one point you passed by Ace in an empty hall and his eyes go wide before trapping you against the wall. “What was that this morn-“ Before he could finish his question you slammed your lips to his, arms snaking their way around his head as he turned to putty in your hands. You slid your foot up the wall, your knee rubbing against his crotch as he groaned.
His hands roamed your body before leaning back, “Jesus Y/N. Let’s go somewhere more private.” His desperate tone with a spark in his eyes as he starts to nip at your neck.
You let out a moan, tugging at his hair while you grind into his hard on. And just as his hands wrapped around you, you push him away with a playful smile, “Sorry hun, but we got things to do.” He looks at you, his mouth slightly ajar. You hurry around a corner, feeling the heat shoot towards you as he turns to fire to catch you.
Just as you feel the warmth of flames brush against your arms, you dart through a door where a couple of crew members are playing poker. They see you get tackled to the ground by Ace and scold him for being harsh, another dragging him to join the table while you make your full escape.
Ace catches up to you much later, an annoyed look on his face as he patiently waits for you to finish tying a knot, “What has gotten in to you Y/N? Do you think it’s fun to tease and run?” The pout placed on his face as cute as ever while you chuckle.
Turning to face him, you wrap you arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest while looking up at him, he immediately wraps his arms around your back. “I’m sorry we keep getting interrupted,” You purr out, your fingertips running up and down the small of his back. He scoffs staring down, his face showing all his emotions of being torn between scolding you and fawning over you. You decide to put the final nail in the coffin as you lean up to his ear, “I just really need you Ace.” Your lips brushing against him as you try to pull away. His grip around you tightens and you feel his body heat up, you hear a couple crew members coming closer.
Squirming a bit in his arms he lets out a laugh, “If you think I’m letting you escape again-“ He bends down, getting a better grip on you before flinging you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass, “You’re dead wrong.” You try to kick your legs to no avail as he starts walking.
He tells you it’s no use and you finally give up, your elbows on his back while you hide your face in your hands, passing by numerous people. Some question you two while others whistle and you feel your embarrassment rise as Ace laughs that he has to teach you a lesson.
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He kicks the door shut while slamming you to the bed, the wind being knocked from your lungs for a second as he climbs on top of you. Holding both your hands in his above your head he sucks on your neck, while his knee rubs pressure against your crotch, his other hand going to un-do his belt. His dick already hard by the time he takes it out.
“W-wait Ace. Slow down,” You moan as lifts you up just enough to rip off your shirt before latching onto when of your nipples. His eyes glare up at you with a devious look before sitting up.
He moves your wrists to be right in front of you while he wraps his belt around them tightly, “Oh I can be slow Firefly, if that’s what you want.” The lustful tone making your head light. He gives a good tug on your arms to make sure you won’t escape the confines before removing the rest of your clothes. Laying you back on the bed as his hands delicately spread your thighs, propping them on his own while his thumbs running patterns as they inch closer to your core.
The desire in you heating up as you look at Ace, and how enamored he is with your body, studying every inch of you. A hand on your hip, holding you down while the other is as close to your entrance without touching it. He outlines your fold with a delicate touch as you groan from the lack of friction. “Look how wet you are, how welcoming your body is,” He leans down, kissing your thigh, his lips trailing over your skin as he makes his way to your naval.
“Ace please,” You cry out in frustration, trying to thrust your hips up under his grip. He licks up your body, taking time to pay attention to both your nipples, your bound hands hooking over his neck the high he travels. You tug at his hair, his hands still rubbing circles into your hips.
Ace smirks into your skin as he continues his journey up to your ear, mimicking you earlier that day, “Aww, babe. I thought you wanted to go slow~” He heats up his hands, the hot touch making you arch as your pussy throbs, “So just be a good girl for me won’t you?” You let out a whine, only for it to be drowned out by Ace’s lips on yours.
The tip of his dick barely touching your soaking entrance, the warmth making you throb and try once again to thrust into him. You whimper at the emptiness, turning your head to beg Ace to hurry up. “Do you want me to fill your needy cunt?” His low whisper sending shivers down your spine.
“God Ace, please. I want you inside me~” You pull your arms down, pulling him closer to you. He hums into your skin, one of his hands going to his cock, letting the underside get coated by your slick. The subtle friction sending you over the edge, and yet still desiring more.
“What else do you want?” A lick to your ear as he slaps his dick on your clit, a moan escaping your lips as you try to angle your hips up. A leg wrapping around him in an attempt to force him inside you. The tip barely caressing your entrance, a needy gasp as so little is pressed inside before quickly vanishing. A small bite on your ear and a tighter grip on your hip, “And you always call me the impatient one.”
You cry Ace’s name as he ducks out of your arms, his hand now pressing down on the small of your stomach, aligning himself with you again as he sits up fully. You rest your arms on your chest, trying to control your breathing as he enters at an excruciatingly slow pace, stopping ever so often to feel how you squeeze around him.
You rock your hips side to side in vain, the leg around him not able to pull him closer while he cusses under his breath. “You’re so tight Y/N,” You whimper for more only to feel disappointed when he pulls out entirely. A frustrated cry leaving you as you meet his eyes, a smirk playing on his face, “You want more?” You nod your head desperately. “Well don’t say I never listen to you.”
You scream, his entire cock slamming into you without hesitation, his hips refusing to give way, getting as deep as he can without ever giving an inch to breathe. His hand going over your mouth, “You’re going to alert everyone on the ship.”
The muffled noise of your scream delighting Ace before he slowly pulls out. You wrap your bound hands around his wrist to try and get his hand away, and when that doesn’t work you pool your spit on your tongue before licking him. “Is that how it is?” He asks, moving his hand so that two of his fingers are now in your mouth keeping it open.
He thrusts into you deeply again, the harsh pressure sending a wave of pleasure before he slowly retreats again. You tongue flicking at his fingers as you let out another scream. He takes the opportunity to grab the wet appendage between his thumb and finger, pulling it out of your mouth as you slack your jaw. Your dazed, fucked out face, being one of the causes of Ace’s moans before spits on your tongue.
You flinch slightly at the contact, trying to retract back into your mouth, he allows you just enough time before shoving his own tongue down your throat at the same time he sets a fast pace. Your legs hooking around him completely.
His hands grabbing your waist with a slight burn as he fucks you into the mattress, your hands rubbing against his chest. Soon enough he pulls aways, your noses rubbing against each other with each thrust, “Where do you want me to cum?”
You mind starts to short-circuit as you think of where he could paint his seed before you finally decide, “F-face.” He leans back with a smile and half-lidded eyes, nodding as he reaches down to rub your clit. Another wave of pleasure shivering through your body as a different type of moan escapes your lips.
It’s not long before you’re pulsing around his dick, your head pressed against the pillow as your entire body tenses up, praises of how good Ace feels escaping your lips. His pace not relenting after the fact, your body overwhelmed as you bring your wrists to your mouth, biting into the belt wrapped around them to try and quiet yourself, your knuckles turning white while your eyes roll into the back.
You finally let out a moan of relief when he pulls out of you, quickly ripping your arms away from his face while pumping his cock closer to your face. You barely have the sense to open your mouth, extending your tongue. Shots of white hitting your face, narrowly missing your eyes as some drips into your mouth. The hot, thick, liquid feeling like heaven as your eyes travel up to see your panting boyfriend above you.
You aren’t sure what’s going through his mind, but can’t help but feel excited with how he studies you, one of his hands going to rub the cum into your cheek, your head nuzzling into the touch while he smiles at the display.
~~~
Ace is laying next to you, massaging the red marks on your wrists from where his belt was wound around. He was leaning against the headboard while you were sitting between his legs, your back cuddled into his chest, his head resting on top of your own. “Was this because I passed out last night?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair before breathing in deeply.
You hum, leaning into his touch, “You didn’t even apologize.” The pout the plays on your face can be heard in your voice. Ace leans down to place a peck on your cheek.
“So you tease me all day?” You mutter a you deserved it before turning your head to get a proper kiss.
You had hurried quickly back to the castle, attempting to avoid anyone’s prying gaze by taking alleyways as much as possible. His taunting words still playing in your mind as you finally pushed yourself through the doors of the main entrance, the grip on your shirt to keep you covered turning your knuckles white.
The sun had set before you had gotten back, there was no feasible way for you to actually succeed at his impossible ask. And you feared for what was to come, but you feared what would happen if you didn’t listen more. He had barely let you go earlier in favor of a more private environment. Was this even the right choice? Why didn’t you just head towards the port and hop on a ship? Although you doubted, you’d actually get away.
No one was there to welcome you back and you thought about what you should do. Taking shaky steps towards the bedroom you had stormed out of earlier that day, thinking about what punishment could be in store for you. He said he’d go easy; it was the first time you had angered him. But the voice that rang through your ears made your blood turn cold. He was so sweet prior to today; you’d have your petty arguments but he’d never made you fear before.
You feel a lump in your throat form as you stand before his door. Maybe it wasn’t too late to leave? Maybe he had only caught up to you earlier because the others let him know, no one was around now you could leave. Before you could change your mind, the door opened on its own. The towering feathery man looking down at you with a grin.
“Darling~ I see you’re late.” His taunting voice echoing in the empty hallways as he grips your arm, pulling you in. You glance around the room before picking your head up to look at him.
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.” You finally let go of your shirt, letting yourself be exposed again. You hear his characteristic chuckle before he leads you to the bed.
“I think I’ve allowed you to have to much freedom.” His voice dipping as he pushes you to the bed. “I never made it clear what I expect from you, that’s my fault darling.” He straddles you before gently placing a hand behind your head, lifting to kiss you.
You relax a little bit; this was much closer to who you knew. After the kiss deepens you cautiously wrap your arms around his neck. His other hand gripping your waist while his thumb rubs circles into you. Did you just imagine your fear earlier? You were hot-headed after the sight you saw, so maybe you were over reacting on what he actually did. The sweet kiss and gentle caresses had you melting into his arms. He snuck his tongue down your throat, moaning at the passion you felt.
He leans his forehead against yours, parting from the kiss as you look up into his sunglasses, “But that’s all the more reason I need to punish you this time.” The hand behind your head grips your hair, pulling hard as you let out a yelp, the hand on your waist becoming bruisingly painful. Your heart drops at the sudden pain, tears brimming your eyes as his movements become harsh and painful.
He leans down, biting harshly at your throat. You let out a scream at the sharp pain while blood trickles down your neck. Your hands gripping his shoulders as tears start to flow out, “D-Doffy, please.” He laps the blood up with a sinister grin, enjoying your whimpers and pleas. In the process ripping the scraps of your shirt completely off.
“Darling, all you have be is my pretty doll,” Your body tensed while he removed your shorts. Both his hands traveling to your naked thighs, digging his fingers enough to break the skin as you tried to get away from him, pounding on his chest with all the energy you could muster. “Well, that won’t do,” He murmurs as you feel the sting of your wrists being pulled up, your knees barely touching the bed.
Your back now turned towards him as he ghosts his fingers over your trembling back. Doflamingo enjoying how your muscles tense and flex while you try to arch away from his touch. It’s when you try to kick your leg back at home that he crashes his body against your, a hand wrapping around you to grip your jaw turning your face towards him, his own legs now kneeling on yours.
You stare up at his face, his eyebrows furrowed downwards and a devilish grin, tempting you to try anything else. “This would be so much easier if you just behaved…” He forces two fingers into your mouth, holding your jaw in such a way that you couldn’t bite down or open wider. He leaned closer to your ear, his voice now softer, “I’d maybe even be gentle then.”
You listen to his words, feeling his fingers push further into your mouth and the harsh grip tightening before forcing yourself to relax a bit. Swirling your tongue around his digits, small sobs still escaping you. He coos praise as his touch becomes softer. Removing his fingers from your mouth he moves them to your entrance, shoving them in quickly as you arch into him from the touch.
You cry apologies while his other hands moves to your neck, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you?” He bites the back of your neck, another scream erupting from you while nodding, pleading that you’ll listen to him. His fingers inside you scissoring and pumping inside you quickly. He hums happily at your response as his bloody lips meet yours, you reluctantly kiss back, ignoring the coppery taste.
After a couple more pumps of his fingers he retreats, standing up to stare at the sobbing mess you’d become. Walking around the bed so he was in front of you, a finger going under your chin to lift your gaze to him. “Well, I’ll be back tomorrow Darling,” A thumb running over your lip to swipe away spit before a quick peck. His voice as normal and familiar to you as it was just yesterday.
He starts to walk away and you let out a small whine, almost letting a question out but deciding not too the last minute. He shoots you a look before his face softens, “Don’t worry Y/N. Once I come back I’ll let you down.” And with that he walks out of the room, leaving you dangling over the bed.
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Hours had gone by, and while you were able to hold yourself up a little to let your arms relax, your legs were equally as week, letting yourself fall when it became too much, the tug on your wrists burning more with every attempt. At one point you had calmed down enough and stopped crying to look up and realize the mirror pointed right towards you. A daunting reminder as you looked over the bruises over your body, the blood trails from bite marks the open up every time you move too much. Was this him going easy? You couldn’t help but to wonder about what else he could have done, trembling at the horrors. At some point passing out in that position.
When you woke up you were laying down, your eyes slightly swollen from how much you had wailed prier you felt a source of warmth, instinctually nuzzling closer. Your body reminding you of the pain your in with your movements, a subtle whimper escaping your lips. An arm wraps around your waist, rolling over so that you are now on top of said warmth while another hand strokes your hair softly. You don’t open your eyes, you don’t want to face the person touching you, the familiar scent and touch was enough for you to know.
Prompt: Crocodile comes back from an extended leave to find you holding a baby
Crocodile X Fem Reader
You groan hearing the crying of the 2-month-old, sluggishly getting up from your bed to pick up the baby, reaching for a bottle to warm like instinct. It had been a while since you’d gotten a good night’s rest, and while you could ask some of the workers to do it, you couldn’t find it in your heart to let anyone else look after the child at night. During the day it was easy letting someone take him into another room but at night you got too anxious if he wasn’t within eye shot.
As he drinks the bottle you go to sick in the rocking chair you had brought in a while ago, someone had told you the rocking would calm the baby but really it helped you calm your own nerves most of the time. Soon enough the baby is slowly shutting his eyes, you cooing and singing while delicately placing him back into the crib before starting to head back to your bed.
The most silent knock in the world alerts you to another person, and you sigh opening the door, squeezing your self out of the room as to not wake the baby. “What is it?” You ask looking to see Mr. One towering over you with an emotionless look.
“Mr. Zero will be back tomorrow. We just got word of it a couple minutes ago.” You smiled a bit; it had been about 8 months since he’s been back. It’s been a busy year with him enacting some of his plans. All you knew is that he told you to wait at the casino and not ask questions. And that’s what you did.
Mr. One glances at the door behind you before looking at you again and you can’t help but grin. “Don’t worry bout it. You won’t have to explain anything I promise.” No body had informed your lover of the infant now taking residence in your home, no one felt it was their right. You wave the man off before slinking back into your room to head off to sleep. You could deal with any repercussions in the morning.
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You got dressed and went to your office, fulfilling your job while the basinet lay empty in the corner, a worker taking the child off your hands for a couple hours. You gotten word that Crocodile had arrived earlier that morning, but he hadn’t come to check on you yet. It didn’t surprise you, he had plenty of paperwork to sift through and get done after being gone for so long.
Still, after lunch and checking in on the child, you decided to also check in on him. Knocking on the door before entering without a word, a hook immediately going into the wall next to you, your hair becoming slightly messy at the sudden movements. Brushing a strand behind your ear you take further steps in, “It’s nice to see you too darling.”
“Y/N, I’m too busy for this.” He grunts, his hook returning to his wrist while he sits back in his chair. You hum silently while pouring him a glass of bourbon, setting the glass on his desk, leaning down enough for your cleavage to be on full display for him.
“I’m just making sure you remember I’m alive, I won’t stay for long.” He glances up at you before reaching up and pulling you further down, a deep warm kiss placed on your lips.
A squeeze to the back of your neck before he releases you, “I’ll be done in a couple hours.” His last words before you leave his office.
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You hold the baby in your arms, their subtle noises making you smile as you wiggle your finger in their grasp. “Whose an absolute cutey? You are, yes you are,” The soft words leaving you without noticing the door behind you opening. You gently rock the child singing praises, slowly spinning to face the door.
Crocodile meanwhile had his mind racing at the display in front of him. You hadn’t noticed his presence as he watched you cradle the baby in your arms. Your gentle, motherlike voice, sounding nothing like what he was use to. He hadn’t remembered you being pregnant when he left, he would have had plenty of words about bringing a child into his world.
And you certainly weren’t stupid enough to find another man, if anything it made less sense for you to have gotten pregnant after he left. He supposed that he had been gone for 8 months, so maybe you hadn’t realized before he left. Another issue being why didn’t you reach out to him? Sure, he hadn’t let you have his contact himself, but he had plenty of employees who could relay important information such as this. Had you hidden it because you were afraid, he wouldn’t accept it.
Crocodile never had plans at being a father, and her certainly did not feel prepared to be one now. But seeing you gently rock the infant in your arms, singing small praises did unlock a part of his heart he hadn’t thought he had. Slowly he took a deep breathe, and just as you fully spun to face him, he finally spoke, “And who is this little guy?”
You stop at hearing Crocodiles voice, looking up at the man inf front of you. The tired look on his face with anxious eyes you’d never seen before as he tried to keep his voice neutral. This, was entertaining. You wondered how long he had been standing there as you give him a toothy smile, “This is Kenji, isn’t he adorable?” You walk up to your lover, lifting your arms to show him the baby whose eyes were locked onto the new person.
Crocodile’s face became unreadable as he lifted a finger to the baby’s outreached hands, one taking a firm grasp and a tug. “He looks just like his father don’t you think?” Crocodile remained silent, studying the child more at your words and it took a lot in you to not chuckle.
After a long silence Crocodile finally let out a defeated sigh, “When did this happen?” You suppose he’s referring to when Kenji was born and let him know that it had been just over two months ago. His eyes got wider before shooting you a gentle glare, “Why didn’t you inform me?”
His voice was firm but soft, much softer than you had thought given the situation you had put him in. “I didn’t know when you’d be back, I’d assume he’d be gone before you could meet him.” Crocodiles face twists into that of discomfort before turning into anger.
“What were you going to do to him?” He gripped your arm tightly, but still rather careful as to not alert the baby in your arms. His eyes turning darker the more he studied your peaceful face.
“Well, my sister should be back in a day or two. She had to go grab something from our home town and didn’t want to bring Kenji with her.” You watch as his face processes the information you just told him. “And you know my sisters’ husband is on a trip until next month, you were the one that sent him on his mission after all.”
You could tell your smile was turning into the biggest shit-eating grin it could as your lover blinks in recognition a couple times. He lets out the heaviest sigh as he walks past you, siting down in the rocking chair you had placed in the corner while loosening his tie. “He’s your sister’s child then,” His voice turned much more relaxed realizing you hadn’t been the one to give birth to the baby in your arms.
“Of course, Darling.” You say while placing the baby in the crib before walking to your lover and placing both your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
The scoff that leaves his mouth as he pulls you closer, “Don’t give me that, I thought I had missed something huge here.” His hooked arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. His other hand going to your chin to meet your lips to his.
“I thought you didn’t want children,” You chuckled slightly. You knew it wasn’t in his life plans to have a child around, and while it saddened you slightly, you had accepted that part of him fully. Watching your new nephew every now and then would be good enough if it meant staying with the man you love.
“Yea well, maybe I can be convinced otherwise.” His low tone as he shifted his eyes from the crib to you, “Seems like you’d make a wonderful mother, Y/N.” Your heart melts at his words as you gently kiss him. Just as you are about to say something, Kenji starts to cry again, and you immediately get up to look after him. Crocodile watching with a smile splayed across his face.
