— summary: two strong and powerful captains find themselves sharing you, a woman who won their heart through your perseverance, confidence, and ability to not be afraid to take on a challenge.
you earned this. earned them.
not by begging or breaking, but for being you - the stubborn woman who was strong in all ways they found attractive. you were skilled, hold your own, and easily kept up. and when it came to challenges? you were the hottest one they met.
that night, you were in the barracks with law, your back pressed against the wooden wall while his lips were against yours.
“you did so good out there,” he said against your mouth, “seeing you fight against that group of soldiers, and winning…got my blood boiling.”
“didn’t think i’d get your attention that way, trafalgar.” you murmured.
you deftly unbuttoned his shirt as your kisses got desperate, he slipped it off afterwards and dropped it on the floor. your fingers played at his waistband, teasing him by rubbing your pointer finger down his bulge.
“fuck.” he hissed, hips jerking forward into your touch.
“tch. didn’t bother to invite me?” a monotone voice accused from the doorway.
“we’re busy.” law said, not bothering to look back. “come back in an hour, ackerman.”
“no.” the captain replied, slowly walking to you two. “she’s strong. skilled. she can handle both of us.”
yours and law’s kiss slowed. “think you can handle that, pet?” he asked darkly. smirking, you nodded your head and bit his lip.
“i’m a big girl,” you whispered, cupping law’s face after he loosened his grip on you, “i can handle it.”
levi slowly went to you two with his arms behind his back. he grabbed the back of law’s shirt and pulled him off, breaking the close contact. law stumbled back and narrowed his eyes when levi leaned forward and traced your jaw with his slim fingers. he grabbed your chin firmly, making sure you two made eye contact.
“that so?” he murmured as he moved your head side to side as if he was analyzing merchandise.
“yes.”
his fingers then trailed down your neck and slowly unbuttoned your shirt. as he did that, you pulled him into a slow kiss, your hands unbuckling the straps of his uniform. levi didn’t stop you, especially when his shirt dropped messily on the floor. he sucked in a breath as your cool fingers traced his muscles and played with waistband of his pants.
irritated from the interruption, law circled behind you and was against the wall while your bare back against his chest. he grabbed your hair and pulled you against him, you feeling his erection against your ass.
you moaned as his hands cupped your breasts and he bit your ear lobe. he twisted both nipples at the same time, making you gasp against levi’s mouth. then law kissed the side of your throat as levi knelt down, unbuttoned your pants, and slipped them off.
“there she is.” levi said when he saw your pussy.
“levi - ” you started.
law interrupted by pulling your hair back and kissed you roughly, muffling your moans from levi circling his tongue against your clit and your folds. levi tongue fucked you with ease, his free cock twitching with every moan you let out. you grabbed his hair while law leaned in again, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, while his free hand slowly went down between your legs with a finger circling your sensitive clit.
“what was that?” levi asked, wiping his mouth as he stood up.
he grabbed your chin and captured your mouth, in another kiss. humanity’s strongest gripped on your hips as he aligned himself into you. as he did that, law spat in his hand and stroked himself, rubbing himself against your ass.
“ready for more, pet?” he rasped, easing in inch by inch, stretching you with a burn that made your toes curl.
“god - fuck…” you hissed, your pussy clenching around levi. he started with steady thrusts, patiently waiting for law to ease himself in.
“that’s the point, pet.” law said as he and levi started thrusting at the same time. “you’re so fucking tight.” he reached around to cup your breast, rolling the nipple as his thrusts grew harder and faster.
levi’s fingers dug into your hip. “come for us.” he demanded, pinching your clit.
as you did, law groaned, spilling deep into your ass, while levi followed seconds later. the two men remained inside as the three of you breathed heavily. levi then looked into your eyes and cupped your face. law ran his fingers down your thighs, gathering the leftover cum that spilled out and slipped it in your mouth.
a/n: this is very self indulgent because I’m short :)
@traroronoa for inspo!
sfw
₊⊹ sung jinwoo x gn!reader
6’1 / 182cm
Energy: soft shadow king who forgets he’s terrifying
You are always within reach. He doesn’t even think about it. His hand just finds you.
“There you are.”
Slows down so you catch up and then casually takes your hand.
“I’ll walk slower next time.”
When you hug him, your face presses into his chest—he goes still then wraps around you like armor.
“You’re warm.”
He bends down to hear you instead of making you speak up. Every time.
“I can hear you better. Say that again.”
₊⊹ law x gn!reader
6’3 / 190cm
Energy: controlled, observant
He doesn’t comment on your height at first. Just adjusts the world around you.
buys a couple step stools
The first time he fully registers it? You’re standing on your toes to reach something. He just…stares. Then silently reaches over you to grab it.
“Here. You were having trouble.”
Picks you up with zero warning when you’re being stubborn. One arm. Effortless. You’re furious. He is not.
“Stop fuming and I’ll put you down.”
If you’re mad? He’ll sit down just to be eye-level, calm and devastatingly patient.
“Talk to me. I’m here.”
Makes you wear a visible hair clip, scrunchie, or ribbon so if you get separated he’ll see you.
₊⊹ sanji x gn!reader
5’10 / 177cm
Energy: dramatic worship + height kink he pretends he doesn’t have
Calls you “petite” or “cygnet”, which means baby swan.
“My cygnet, do you need anything?”
Constantly bending down to your level and doesn’t care about others’ opinion on it.
“Say that again please, I want to hear your voice again.”
Obsessed with leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
“You’re perfect.”
Spins you around easily during hugs or dances because you weigh nothing to him.
“Don’t worry, you won’t fly away!”
Will lift you onto counters
“So I can see you better, my love.”
•Melts if you tip toe to get his attention.
“Yes? I’ll do anything you ask.”
His brain melts when you pull him down to your level with his tie.
“…yes?”
₊⊹ zoro x gn!reader
5’11 / 180cm
Energy: dumbass (affectionate) with accidental dominance
Constantly loses you in crowds because you’re “too short to track”. Blames you. It is not your fault. :(
“Ugh. Next time stay close.”
Uses your head as an armrest without thinking. He apologizes and does it again later.
“You’re comfier than the railing.”
Thinks it’s hilarious you have to climb onto things. Will absolutely not help at first. But then feels bad when you couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried.
“Move over, I’ll get it for you.”
Gets weirdly protective when you’re surrounded by taller people. Stands behind you like a wall.
“You good?”
Lowkey gets turned on likes when you get mouthy despite the height difference. Thinks it’s gutsy.
“Talk to me like that, I dare you.”
₊⊹ satarou gojo x gn!reader
6’0 / 182cm
Energy: Menace. Menace. Menace.
Teases you constantly. Calls you “tiny,” “pocket-sized,” “fun-sized”, or even a “mini curse”.
If you try to intimidate him? He leans down until you’re nearly nose-to-nose.
“C’mon, say again. I double dare you shortcake.”
Picks you up mid-argument to throw you off. It works. You hate that it works.
“We can argue like this too!”
He loves picking you up by the armpits like a kitten to bring you eye-level. He’ll hold you there, legs dangling.
“There you are! I thought I lost you!”
Secretly obsessed with how perfectly you fit against him—will never admit it seriously.
Uses your height as entertainment (for himself at your expense, that asshole)
🦐🦐 heooo! I’d like to request Sanji being jealous of another chef at a restaurant while the crew is at a restaurant! 🦐🦐🦐
off menu
sfw
It had been a mistake to stop there: a perfectly normal coastal restaurant. Warm lights. Fresh seafood. A place the Straw Hats only meant to eat at, rest for an hour, then leave.
But the day had other plans.
And once you smiled at the menu and stated your order to the crew, the head chef, who was thanking a nearby table, took a breath and walked to yours.
He was annoyingly confident stride, the kind of man who knew exactly how good he was.
“You’ve got good taste,” he said to you immediately.
Sanji’s roaming eyes on the menu stopped and looked at you two.
“Do I?”
The chef nodded like it was obvious. “Anyone who orders that dish first understands food.”
Next to you, Usopp leaned toward Nami. “Oh no, he’s doing the ‘impress the pretty guest’ thing.”
Nami didn’t look away from her drink. “And Sanji’s doing the ‘about to commit a crime’ thing.”
Sanji smiled.
But it was not a nice smile.
The chef briefly left to the kitchen and came back with a with a small appetizer set neatly on a plate in front of you. “Try this. I made it earlier today.”
“Oh,” you said, amused. “You made it yourself?”
“Of course.”
Sanji stood up.
“Oi,” Zoro muttered, not looking up. “He’s going to explode.”
Sanji walked past the table without a word and into the kitchen.
No announcement. No hesitation.
Just gone.
The chef blinked. “Is he always like that?”
Luffy was already trying to eat your food. “Yup!”
You pinched his face before he could take the appetizer and took a bite.
“…it’s good,” you admitted.
The chef’s expression brightened.
From the kitchen, something loudly crashed.
A second later, Sanji reappeared holding a plate as well.
“I heard that,” he said calmly.
The chef frowned. “You were in my kitchen?”
“Yes.”
“Cooking?”
Sanji smiled again. “Yes.” Then he set the plate down in front of you.
“What is this?” you asked.
Sanji leaned down slightly. “Fixing your disappointment.”
The chef bristled. “Excuse me?”
Sanji didn’t look at him and watched you.
“Try mine,” he insisted.
You did.
“Can I?” Luffy asked, raising a hand.
“No!” Sanji yelled.
Then you slowly turned to the chef’s dish and tried it again.
Then Sanji’s.
Usopp whispered, “This is like watching a trial.”
Nami whispered back, “She’s the judge. We’re all just spectators.”
Zoro yawned. “Boring. Just say his is better and move on.”
“I wanna try!” Luffy whined. “Both look amazing!”
Sighing, you set fork down on a nearby napkin. You looked at Sanji. Then back at the chef.
“This one,” you pointed.
Sanji exhaled slowly.
Relief.
Victory.
Ego recovery.
The chef scoffed and placed both hands on his hips. “Seriously?”
You shrugged. “It tastes like he cared more.”
Sanji’s head tilted a fraction.
The chef looked offended. “I care plenty.”
“Oh?” he said softly. “Then why does yours feel like you were trying to impress a stranger instead of feeding someone?”
The chef stiffened but recovered quickly. “At least I didn’t go into someone else’s kitchen and start rearranging things.”
“I improved it.”
“You interfered.”
“I corrected it.”
You sighed quietly. “Sanji…”
The chef leaned forward slightly, testing. “So what, you think you’re better than me?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
Sanji smiled and the crew reacted instantly.
“Loud and proud!” Usopp smiled.
“Oh my god.” Nami clapped slowly.
“Well done.” Robin added, taking a sip of water.
“Now that was super.” Franky laughed.
He paused and then glanced at you.
“I’m going on break.” The chef grumbled as he walked back to the kitchen.
“You had feeling when cooking this.” You explained slowly. “You were mad.”
“…I was not mad.”
You hummed. “You were absolutely mad.”
“I was focused.” Sanji replied.
“You were glaring at him the entire time.”
“That’s normal.” He defended. After raising an eyebrow at him, he sat down next to you. “He was looking at you too much.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. “So it was that.”
Sanji didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either. Instead, he scooted a little bit closer to your side and whispered, “just say I cook better before you taste any chef’s food, okay?”
🦐🦐 heooo! I’d like to request Sanji being jealous of another chef at a restaurant while the crew is at a restaurant! 🦐🦐🦐
off menu
sfw
It had been a mistake to stop there: a perfectly normal coastal restaurant. Warm lights. Fresh seafood. A place the Straw Hats only meant to eat at, rest for an hour, then leave.
But the day had other plans.
And once you smiled at the menu and stated your order to the crew, the head chef, who was thanking a nearby table, took a breath and walked to yours.
He was annoyingly confident stride, the kind of man who knew exactly how good he was.
“You’ve got good taste,” he said to you immediately.
Sanji’s roaming eyes on the menu stopped and looked at you two.
“Do I?”
The chef nodded like it was obvious. “Anyone who orders that dish first understands food.”
Next to you, Usopp leaned toward Nami. “Oh no, he’s doing the ‘impress the pretty guest’ thing.”
Nami didn’t look away from her drink. “And Sanji’s doing the ‘about to commit a crime’ thing.”
Sanji smiled.
But it was not a nice smile.
The chef briefly left to the kitchen and came back with a with a small appetizer set neatly on a plate in front of you. “Try this. I made it earlier today.”
“Oh,” you said, amused. “You made it yourself?”
“Of course.”
Sanji stood up.
“Oi,” Zoro muttered, not looking up. “He’s going to explode.”
Sanji walked past the table without a word and into the kitchen.
No announcement. No hesitation.
Just gone.
The chef blinked. “Is he always like that?”
Luffy was already trying to eat your food. “Yup!”
You pinched his face before he could take the appetizer and took a bite.
“…it’s good,” you admitted.
The chef’s expression brightened.
From the kitchen, something loudly crashed.
A second later, Sanji reappeared holding a plate as well.
“I heard that,” he said calmly.
The chef frowned. “You were in my kitchen?”
“Yes.”
“Cooking?”
Sanji smiled again. “Yes.” Then he set the plate down in front of you.
“What is this?” you asked.
Sanji leaned down slightly. “Fixing your disappointment.”
The chef bristled. “Excuse me?”
Sanji didn’t look at him and watched you.
“Try mine,” he insisted.
You did.
“Can I?” Luffy asked, raising a hand.
“No!” Sanji yelled.
Then you slowly turned to the chef’s dish and tried it again.
Then Sanji’s.
Usopp whispered, “This is like watching a trial.”
Nami whispered back, “She’s the judge. We’re all just spectators.”
Zoro yawned. “Boring. Just say his is better and move on.”
“I wanna try!” Luffy whined. “Both look amazing!”
Sighing, you set fork down on a nearby napkin. You looked at Sanji. Then back at the chef.
“This one,” you pointed.
Sanji exhaled slowly.
Relief.
Victory.
Ego recovery.
The chef scoffed and placed both hands on his hips. “Seriously?”
You shrugged. “It tastes like he cared more.”
Sanji’s head tilted a fraction.
The chef looked offended. “I care plenty.”
“Oh?” he said softly. “Then why does yours feel like you were trying to impress a stranger instead of feeding someone?”
The chef stiffened but recovered quickly. “At least I didn’t go into someone else’s kitchen and start rearranging things.”
“I improved it.”
“You interfered.”
“I corrected it.”
You sighed quietly. “Sanji…”
The chef leaned forward slightly, testing. “So what, you think you’re better than me?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
Sanji smiled and the crew reacted instantly.
“Loud and proud!” Usopp smiled.
“Oh my god.” Nami clapped slowly.
“Well done.” Robin added, taking a sip of water.
“Now that was super.” Franky laughed.
He paused and then glanced at you.
“I’m going on break.” The chef grumbled as he walked back to the kitchen.
“You had feeling when cooking this.” You explained slowly. “You were mad.”
“…I was not mad.”
You hummed. “You were absolutely mad.”
“I was focused.” Sanji replied.
“You were glaring at him the entire time.”
“That’s normal.” He defended. After raising an eyebrow at him, he sat down next to you. “He was looking at you too much.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. “So it was that.”
Sanji didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either. Instead, he scooted a little bit closer to your side and whispered, “just say I cook better before you taste any chef’s food, okay?”
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. bragging about your oh-so-perfect boyfriend to your friends certainly has its (welcomed) consequences. . .
tags \\ cws. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. legal age gap. fluff & smut. p in v -> unprotected. missionary. sweet but also nasty and condescending. creampie. body worship. size difference / - kink. nicknames ‘(little) princess, baby’. name calling once :: wc. 2.7k
“right! he’s so thoughtful,” you sigh dreamily as you chat with your friends over the phone. you’re laying on satoru’s bed, kicking your feet up while you remove your make-up. of course, you had to call your girls to tell them all about the little date you just had with your boyfriend.
satoru’s in the shower, so you’re taking the time to relive the experience.
“here she goes again y’all,” one of your friends sighs dramatically, to which the others follow with giggles of their own. they know that you can go on and on about your partner. they’ve heard all of it before.
you grin and roll your eyes, rubbing the cleansing wipe over your lips, removing the light pink gloss you had on. you’re all giddy as you recall what satoru has done and given to you this evening. you’ve been pampered—spoiled rotten.
“hey! don’t blame me,” you retort with a chuckle. your friends laugh and urge you to go on since they’re only joking. the stories you tell are always either adorable or heartwarming, and thus they’re happy to listen. plus, debriefing you on your love life is free entertainment.
it’s not unusual for you to stray from the main story. you ramble about the restaurant you’ve visited, the pretty green scenery you’ve walked past, the museum you’ve visited, the way satoru paid for everything and how he made sure to pick activities you’re interested.
you get an occasional ‘aww’ or ‘cuteee’ when you mention your boyfriend’s loving gestures. from the enormous bouquet of flowers he’s gotten you, to the fact that he carried you back into his apartment the moment you told him your feet were hurting.
walking in heels wasn’t the smart move you thought it was, though luckily you had a thoughtful lover by your side.
“he’s just so handsome ‘n stuff. god—“ you squeal, not even bothering to dampen your excitement. you hide your face behind your hands for a split second, gaining a few fan girling squeaks from your friends as well. they’re happy that you’re being treated like deserved.
you don’t hear the door of the bedroom open since you’re too busy gushing about satoru. you’re focused on your small pocket mirror, careful not to forget a spot on your face. you notice that your friends have gone quiet, but you don’t question it.
“his gentle personality is honestly such a turn-on,” you mumble as you rub off the concealer from under your eyes, “and his subtle yet possessive touches? phew, don’t get me started.”
you continue to babble on about how hot satoru is when he gets mad, unable to point out a flaw.
you’re about to comment on your friends’ sudden silence when a hand lands on your shoulder. you freeze and finally make eye contact with no one other than satoru—hovering over you from behind. he’s smiling down at you and mumbles a quick, ‘hey, baby’, before kissing your forehead.
you try to explain the situation, yet have no idea where to start. you can hear a friend of yours snickering and another faintly whisper an ‘oh, girl. . .’
before you have the ability to get another word out, satoru cuts you off, waving at your front camera for a second. his smile reaches his eyes and his dimples show;
“hey ladies, mind if i steal my girl from you?” satoru asks as he puts an arm around you. he places his cheek against yours, awaiting an answer. your friends are left speechless at the sudden turn of events.
the white-haired man appears extremely good on screen. he’s basically blessing them with his handsome looks. the towel hanging over his head indicates that he just came out of a fresh shower. there’s a visible vein running down his neck—nearly bulging out of the skin—as if satoru’s holding himself back.
once your friends snap out of their daze, they greet satoru and nod, exchanging quick ‘see you later’s. your boyfriend thanks them with another one of his charming smiles. he waves at the camera again, “bye bye, thank you.”
the call ends and the bedroom falls quiet. you stare at your screen which fades to black, completely dumbfounded. you quickly sit up—your mind a chaotic mess full of thoughts.
“satoru, i uhm, i didn’t know—“ you attempt to form an explanation, though you realise that it’s likely futile. satoru’s probably heard every word that left your mouth. you look up at him, your voice a quiet whisper, “how much did you hear?”
the sorcerer grins. he’s so enamored with you; everything you do is adorable. he grabs your hands and holds then into his larger ones—thumbs gently rubbing your skin. he pulls them up to his lips so he could place chaste kisses on your knuckles.
“everything, princess,” satoru hums, rotating your hands to place kisses on the inside of your wrists. there’s a subtle blush on his cheeks that even reaches his ears.
no matter how calm and collected he may seem, he’s still but a complete sucker to your love, “talking about me to your little friends, hm? how cute.”
a shiver runs down your spine. you feel your tummy turn as you’re slowly guided onto your back. multiple kisses cover your body—from head to toe—like a canvas getting painted on. satoru’s taking his sweet time, admiring the art that’s your physique.
every piece of clothing that comes off is a step closer to the grande revelation. the masterpiece that is you. moving from one empty spot—filling it with his kisses—to another. sighs of content leave your lover’s mouth with each reveal, as if he hasn’t seen the sight of your naked body before.
“does this turn you on, baby? my ‘subtle touches’?” satoru mutters against your breasts, remembering your earlier words.
his blue eyes stare up at you through his white lashes. not wearing his blindfold may overstimulate him due to his abilities, but he’ll risk anything if it’s to admire you the best he can.
he chuckles when you nod. your boyfriend kisses your hard nipples—taking his time to swirl his tongue around both of them just to feel your back arch off the mattress. your hands holding onto him for life is extremely thrilling.
“it turns me on too,” satoru confesses quietly. his slender fingers reach the hem of your panties, “you turn me on so fuckin’ much.”
your breath hitches when your underwear gets tossed somewhere across the room. you’re dripping, obviously. there’s no way you couldn’t get turned on by the way satoru’s been worshipping your entire being.
you can also see the effect you have on him; he’s sweating. the vein on his neck seems to grow more visible when your cunt is revealed to him.
“there she is,” satoru grins in satisfaction. he seems to be in a daze for a second before he regains composure.
he looks at you for a quick check, needing to know if he has your consent before he continues. the moment you nod, your lover separates your legs.
you sniff and try to hide your embarrassed expression behind a hand. satoru’s quick to pin your wrist above your head so you wouldn’t have the chance to do any of that.
“keep your eyes on me, yeah?” he leans in to place a swift kiss on your lips.
“mhm,” you nod after returning the peck. the white-haired man utters a small ‘thank you’ and undoes his sweatpants with his free hand. he fumbles with his boxers—unable to keep himself from trembling in pleasure from the view alone.
your small body underneath him is a sight he’ll never get tired of. that face of yours morphing into one of pleasure whenever you’re intimate is one of his favorite things to witness. thus why the missionary is his go to position.
“c’mon,” satoru kisses your cheek as he manages to pull his erected cock out of his underwear. it’s standing tall, the tip pointing right at the place it wants to be buried at—your wet, warm and inviting pussy, “you were so loud when talking with y’r friends ‘n now you’ve gone quiet on me.”
satoru pouts, “it’s not fair. i wanna hear my princess too.”
you almost choke on your spit because of how whiny yet demanding satoru sounds. you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, firmly holding your hand down above your head. you’re still flustered by the entire situation. you open your mouth as tears gather in your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m jus— ngh!”
you can’t even get your words out. the lewd feeling of satoru rubbing his tip between your folds completely catches you off guard. he grins, as if he planned on doing that the moment you tried to speak. he’s such a tease.
“shh, shh, i know,” satoru coos mockingly, acting like he’s not doing it on purpose. you can’t blame the man; he’s been rock hard ever since he heard you praise him so openly through the phone. your lovely voice speaking so highly of him was driving him nuts.
you’re so appreciative for all he’s doing and it makes the sorcerer want to spoil you even more. to give you the love and affection you deserve because of how precious you are—even if you don’t realise it.
he wants to give you more. more, more, more.
without thinking, satoru pushes his cock right through your tight cunt. he shudders at the sight of your poor, small pussy struggling to take his fat dick. he can’t hurt you, he knows. especially with the amount of times the bulbous head of his cock nearly bruised your cervix.
though, it’s difficult not to go all out. you’re so accepting of everything he does—satoru can see that by the way your eyes stare at him. it’s all love. the light reflecting in your pupils makes them sparkle beautifully.
he cusses under his breath, “y’re so pretty, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck. y’re making it so hard.”
satoru tries his best not to plunge his cock all the way to the hilt. he reaches halfway with each thrust, the thwacking sound increasing by the second. your legs automatically wrap around his waist and your fingers squeeze his.
“toruuu, fmhh, so big,” you babble, the drool forming in the corners of your lips threatening to drip down your chin. each soft yet firm thrust seems to resonate within you, evoking a sense of pleasurable contentment.
satoru lets out a haughty chuckle at the sight of you going cockdrunk already. he’s still trying to hold his urges back by focusing on your satisfaction alone.
“i’ll give you something else to brag ‘bout to y’r friends,” he pants with a confident smirk, kissing your jawline as he ruts into you,
you’re embarrassed by your current predicament. despite that, you find yourself enjoying every consequence that your actions have caused. your moans echo in satoru’s ears, each slap of your bodies connecting sounding twice as loud.
his thick cock is stretching you out so well. your cunt is working overtime to make space for every inch. your boyfriend gently bites your bottom lip, his breath faltering when you clench around him in response.
“‘re ya gonna tell them?” satoru asks through a guttural moan. his hips move non-stop, aiming to please you until you lose your mind. he’ll live up to the expectations set no matter what.
he kisses the swell of your breasts, “are ya gonna tell ‘em how you let your ‘lovely’ boyfriend fuck you like this? how y’re a complete slut for his cock?”
you don’t know how to react to his dirty talk. it’s getting you wetter, that’s for sure. your thighs shake around his waist and your tummy feels like it’s doing flips.
satoru doesn’t leave it there, “gonna tell them about how good i fill you up, yeah? dirty little girl telling all her friends about our private life, tsk tsk.”
it’s overwhelming. the sudden increase in dirty talk makes you want to cum on spot. you feel like you’re being degraded, however satoru’s touches make you feel appreciated and loved. his hand holding yours above your head never leaves you—a sign that this is still him making love to you.
“am—am not gonna,” you hiccup. the words simply roll of your tongue without much thought. you’re mindlessly responding to your lover.
“am not gonna tell them anything,” you continue before cutting yourself off with a string of whiny moans when satoru plays with your clit.
satoru shakes his head, increasing the pressure and speed in which he’s pumping into you. he loves the view of you being so helpless—succumbing to the pleasure he’s granting you.
“sureeee, i believe you,” your boyfriend snickers and pushes his pulsing cock in further. his tone is soft but condescending, “i’ll trust my princess to keep her mouth shut for me.”
you’re getting so close. your nails dig into his skin and your noises get louder. you’re right on the edge of euphoria. the clit stimulation along with the feeling of being filled to the brim is enough to make you see stars.
satoru nods at your desperate whimpers that alarm him that you’re close to climax. “i got you, baby. cum f’me—i got you,” he places sloppy kisses all over your face and rams his cock in and out of you in a stronger rhythm. there’s nothing satoru wants to do in this world more than to flood your insides with his cum.
his cock doesn’t stop prodding at your sweet spots and it’s making you approach that peak; the peak of pleasure that’s going to push you over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover and he doesn’t hesitate to return the embrace.
“it’s okay, do it f’me,” satoru encourages you once again through a husky whisper.
you’re thankful that you have such an attentive partner. he can go from teasing you to comforting you and it’s the most reassuring thing ever. you’ve never had a man hold you so intimately while he’s balls deep into you.
“g’nna cum,” a strangled moan leaves your throat when you try to speak. your chests are pressed together and your heartbeats match—like the perfect pair you are. satoru feels his balls clench with an aching feeling, needing to release every last drop they have stored into your tiny cunt.
just thinking about the way you were bragging about him again, is enough.
“take it—fuuuckk—take it all, baby,” the white-haired man takes a deep breath in and can’t help but bury his entire dick inside of you, that one last thrust making you yelp.
you reach your climaxes at the exact same time. your fluids mix as you feel satoru’s thick spurts of cum coat your insides a sticky white. your body spasms and your boyfriend instantly soothes you by rubbing your back. his own legs are trembling a little, but you’re far more important.
you don’t utter a word and simply focus on regaining your energy. all that you can say are incoherent babbles. “easy,” satoru kisses the corners of your eyes and relishes in the fact that he’s fucked you full of his cum. it’s a reminder of just how much he loves you.
a few encouraging words and hugs later and you’ve calmed down. you don’t fully grasp the reality of the situation until the adrenaline and other hormones drop down to a normal level.
you’re suddenly reminded by your previous words and this time, you succeed in hiding your face into the crook of satoru’s neck.
it’s certain that he’s greatly enjoyed overhearing you talk about him to your friends, but it’s still a somewhat embarrassing memory you wish to forget. “not a word, please. jus act like you haven’t heard anything,” you mumble quietly now that you’ve come down from your high.
satoru laughs softly. he can’t help but tease you after that—it’s a given. you’re still so caught up on what happened and it’s endearing.
however, satoru wouldn’t be him if he didn’t tease you about your little comments. without pulling out, he tilts his head back and stares down at you with a faint grin, “do i have to act like i haven’t fucked you silly just now too?”
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ husband!satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts upset your baby daughter :: tags. fluff, hurt & comfort :: wc. 1.1k
satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises, yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.
ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.
though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t realise an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.
“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”
you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.
“mama, go! mama go papa.”
satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.
your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.
you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.
however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.
“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”
even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.
“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.
satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.
“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”
your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.
you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.
it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.
your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.
“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.
“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”
you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.
“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.
your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.
he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.
“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”
the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.
“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”
you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.
it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.
tagging ur fic with other characters that have nothing to do with the fic is annoying af, clogging peoples feeds with characters some people don't wanna read about and tagging popular animes that the character isn't part of isn't going to get ur fics or headcanons read more unfortunately
ummm okay?? the tol headcanons post is a variety of men if you open full post?
a/n: this is very self indulgent because I’m short :)
@traroronoa for inspo!
sfw
₊⊹ sung jinwoo x gn!reader
6’1 / 182cm
Energy: soft shadow king who forgets he’s terrifying
You are always within reach. He doesn’t even think about it. His hand just finds you.
“There you are.”
Slows down so you catch up and then casually takes your hand.
“I’ll walk slower next time.”
When you hug him, your face presses into his chest—he goes still then wraps around you like armor.
“You’re warm.”
He bends down to hear you instead of making you speak up. Every time.
“I can hear you better. Say that again.”
₊⊹ law x gn!reader
6’3 / 190cm
Energy: controlled, observant
He doesn’t comment on your height at first. Just adjusts the world around you.
buys a couple step stools
The first time he fully registers it? You’re standing on your toes to reach something. He just…stares. Then silently reaches over you to grab it.
“Here. You were having trouble.”
Picks you up with zero warning when you’re being stubborn. One arm. Effortless. You’re furious. He is not.
“Stop fuming and I’ll put you down.”
If you’re mad? He’ll sit down just to be eye-level, calm and devastatingly patient.
“Talk to me. I’m here.”
Makes you wear a visible hair clip, scrunchie, or ribbon so if you get separated he’ll see you.
₊⊹ sanji x gn!reader
5’10 / 177cm
Energy: dramatic worship + height kink he pretends he doesn’t have
Calls you “petite” or “cygnet”, which means baby swan.
“My cygnet, do you need anything?”
Constantly bending down to your level and doesn’t care about others’ opinion on it.
“Say that again please, I want to hear your voice again.”
Obsessed with leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
“You’re perfect.”
Spins you around easily during hugs or dances because you weigh nothing to him.
“Don’t worry, you won’t fly away!”
Will lift you onto counters
“So I can see you better, my love.”
•Melts if you tip toe to get his attention.
“Yes? I’ll do anything you ask.”
His brain melts when you pull him down to your level with his tie.
“…yes?”
₊⊹ zoro x gn!reader
5’11 / 180cm
Energy: dumbass (affectionate) with accidental dominance
Constantly loses you in crowds because you’re “too short to track”. Blames you. It is not your fault. :(
“Ugh. Next time stay close.”
Uses your head as an armrest without thinking. He apologizes and does it again later.
“You’re comfier than the railing.”
Thinks it’s hilarious you have to climb onto things. Will absolutely not help at first. But then feels bad when you couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried.
“Move over, I’ll get it for you.”
Gets weirdly protective when you’re surrounded by taller people. Stands behind you like a wall.
“You good?”
Lowkey gets turned on likes when you get mouthy despite the height difference. Thinks it’s gutsy.
“Talk to me like that, I dare you.”
₊⊹ satarou gojo x gn!reader
6’0 / 182cm
Energy: Menace. Menace. Menace.
Teases you constantly. Calls you “tiny,” “pocket-sized,” “fun-sized”, or even a “mini curse”.
If you try to intimidate him? He leans down until you’re nearly nose-to-nose.
“C’mon, say again. I double dare you shortcake.”
Picks you up mid-argument to throw you off. It works. You hate that it works.
“We can argue like this too!”
He loves picking you up by the armpits like a kitten to bring you eye-level. He’ll hold you there, legs dangling.
“There you are! I thought I lost you!”
Secretly obsessed with how perfectly you fit against him—will never admit it seriously.
Uses your height as entertainment (for himself at your expense, that asshole)
im sorry ik im spamming but “face your death with honor” is so unserious i just know that man messes around with a straight face during his lordly duties and has everyone around him nervously laughing
— summary: you make shachi and penguin jealous by giving law something he doesn’t deserve in his bento: dessert.
the hospital’s morning shift had already swallowed the ocean tang head surgeon whole.
trafalgar law was halfway through a chart review, eyes scanning patient vitals, when the familiar sound of footsteps cut through the hallway.
he didn’t look up immediately.
because he didn’t need to.
“…you’re early,” he said, voice low, and tired.
“you say that like it’s a problem,” you replied, appearing beside his desk with a neatly stacked insulated bag and a second smaller one dangling from your wrist.
law looked at you and just like every other time, his expression tried to stay composed and failed immediately at the edges.
you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek like it was nothing and smiled.
“breakfast,” you said simply. “and lunch. and something sweet because you deserve it.”
before he could reply, you placed the first bento down with a soft click.
law’s eyes flicked to it automatically.
top tier: miso-glazed salmon over rice, neatly pressed.
bottom tier: tamagoyaki cut into perfect squares, pickled radish, blanched greens, and a small section of fruit.
and then a third small container.
“…what is that.”
you smiled innocently.
“dessert.”
“you made dessert.”
“i always make dessert.”
“you shouldn’t.”
“you always say that and then eat it.”
he had no response to that because unfortunately, it was correct. you were correct.
you tapped the lid of the small container. “it’s strawberry mochi.”
law’s gaze softened.
“…you didn’t have to do all this.”
you tilted your head. “stop.” you cupped his face briefly, and stepped back like you hadn’t just rearranged his entire nervous system before rounds. “eat,” you whispered. “don’t skip meals. i’ll be back after my shift at the clinic.”
and then you were gone again, just like that.
leaving behind a nutritious meal the head surgeon was overprotective of because…
“so,” shachi slid into the room like a man on a mission, “what did the bento goddess bless you with today?”
law didn’t even glance at him.
“leave.”
penguin followed immediately after, peeking over shachi’s shoulder like a man staring into a vault.
“is that salmon?”
“no.”
“it is.”
“no.”
law took a slow bite and chewed slowly.
shachi clutched his chest. “we’re dying in this hospital. emotionally. mentally. nutritionally.”
“you have vending machines,” law said flatly. “and the cafeteria.”
“they sell sadness and expired pretzels,” penguin countered.
then they both leaned closer. and stopped.
because law opened the dessert container.
“is that - ” shachi started.
“strawberry mochi,” penguin squeaked.
law closed the lid halfway.
instantly, two hands shot forward.
he flicked both away without even looking.
“don’t.”
“boss,” shachi whispered, tragic, “we can trade.”
law finally glanced up.
“no.”
penguin, desperate now, gestured wildly. “we have hospital sandwiches. premium break room coffee. we even have leftover crackers from last week.”
“no.”
shachi leaned in closer, voice dropping. “we can offer a hot pocket.”
law stared at him.
then:
“you think i would trade this,” he lifted the bento slightly, “for a hot pocket.”
“it’s pepperoni.”
“no.”
penguin sighed dramatically and collapsed into a chair. “he’s gone. we’ve lost him.”
law didn’t correct him and instead ate another bite like he had somewhere better to be than this conversation (he didn’t).
shachi pointed accusingly. “you’re smiling.”
“i am not.”
“you are absolutely smiling.”
law’s chopsticks paused for half a second.
“eat your vending machine pretzels.”
“those are expired - ”
“then you already have something in common.”
then penguin laughed first and then shachi.
and law, still pretending he wasn’t entertained, carefully slid the dessert container closer to himself like it was the most valuable medical equipment in the building.
Law was nervous. He didn’t want to mess up this moment, the most intimate moment in his life: making love to the woman who taught him that touch is okay. That gentleness is allowed, not earned.
“Feel. Feel me, feel this. Us.” You said quietly.
You made moves. He made moves. You two made love. And as you slept soundly next to him, head on his bare chest and one leg slung over his stomach, he looked up at the ceiling as one of his fingers ran through your hair.
Damn.
A • AFTERCARE
He’s incredibly attentive to your physical needs. He wants to ensure your body is perfectly cared for because he isn’t yet comfortable enough to tell you how much he cares for your heart.
To Law, it’s easier to be a doctor tending to a patient than a boyfriend or husband telling his significant other he cares for you…more than he thought possible.
B • BODY PART
Your hands. My God he loves your damn hands.
When he finally allows himself to touch you, he starts with them. He’ll take your hand in his and just...hold it. He’ll spend an immense amount of time tracing your knuckles with his thumb, committing the physical sensation to memory.
For a man who is constantly on high alert, the act of someone reaching for his hand just to be near—is a massive emotional trigger. If you guide his hand to your face or chest, he’ll go still, his breath catching as he processes the fact that you trust him to be gentle with you.
C • CUM
Cum is messy. And he isn’t a fan of that.
He is rarely caught off guard because of his obsessive planning and need for control. There is always a towel or a specific set of sheets within arm’s reach. He finds the unpredictability of cum an unnecessary distraction from the actual connection. If things get too chaotic, you might see a flicker of genuine anxiety in his eyes until he can restore order.
Be kind and patient. He’s still doing his best.
D • DIRTY SECRET
He has different records of your heartbeat which he took when you’re sleeping. He has specific beats for certain tasks he has to do or if he’s training. Your heartbeat is comforting and grounds him.
When his head is against your chest, he closes his eyes and matches his breathing to yours. It makes him feel closer.
E • EXPERIENCE
Despite his brilliance, Law has issues. Emotionally.
Between the trauma of Flevance, years spent as a child soldier with Doflamingo, and the devastating loss of Corazon, he never had the chance to learn or experience how to be loved.
When you show him genuine affection or tell him you want him, he doesn’t respond like a suave pirate captain; he responds like a confused teenager. He’ll go stiff, look away, or pull his hat down to hide his face. With you, he’s learning a brand-new language (love, gentleness, intimacy) from scratch, and he is terrified of “mispronouncing” his feelings and losing the one person, you, who finally made him feel safe.
F • FAVORITE POSITION
For a man who spent his life looking over his shoulder, the act of being physically close to someone is a nightmare. Spooning is the compromise his heart and his paranoia have reached.
Law is touch starved in a way that is almost physically painful. Spooning allows for maximum amount of skin contact without the intensity of face-to-face gaze. It’s a full-body hug that he can maintain for hours, soaking up your warmth.
Along with spooning, his loves lazy sex. Everything is slow, languid, and driven by touch rather than sight. He’ll keep his eyes closed to soak the friction of your skin, the heat of your neck, and the way your breathing hitches.
Holding you close, forehead resting against your neck, and his lips grazing your skin softly is more than enough for a perfect night.
G • GOOFY
No. Just don’t.
H • HAIR
For a man who almost always wears a hat—using it as both a uniform and a literal shield—his hair represents the version of him that exists behind closed doors.
When you reach for his hair, you aren’t just touching a body part; you are reaching through over a decade of emotional scars (Corazon was the last person to who comforted Law by patting his head). If you continue to stroke his hair, Law will melt into your touch, loving the feeling of a pure heart giving him the comfort he’s been deprived of for many years.
I • INTIMACY
Intimacy with Law is a literal slow burn.
He doesn’t just wake up one day and decide to trust you; he tests the structural integrity of your relationship over and over again until he's convinced it won’t collapse under the weight of his baggage.
So please be gentle and kind with him! 🙏🏽
Intimacy is his greatest act of courage. It is much easier for him to fight a Marine Admiral than it is to tell you he missed you while he was away.
Every inch of emotional ground you gain with him is a hard-won victory. He isn’t being difficult on purpose; he’s just a man who has spent so long being “The Surgeon of Death” that he’s forgotten how to just be Trafalgar Law.
J • JACKING OFF
It is an easy fix for a physical problem, but it offers zero emotional relief. He does it because he has to, but he always finishes wishing he didn’t have to do it alone.
K • KINK
Law would never admit it out loud, but when he sees you with blood splatters from a scrimmage or fighter, or simply cut your finger with a knife, he couldn’t but feel this…pull towards you.
The doctor in him was to tend to you, but that little twitch he has when seeing a single trickle of blood run down your arm somehow turns him on. It doesn’t always happen, but depending on his mood, your blood literally gets his blood going.
L • LOCATION
He is comfiest being intimate in the submarine, specifically his cabin where he knows he is given privacy.
The infirmary? Too public. Everyone uses it.
A closet? It doesn’t have a lock.
In his office? Others like to wander in just to bug him.
M • MOTIVATION
When it comes to you, he is paralyzed by the fear of overstepping. He doesn’t just want consent; he needs a medical-grade confirmation that you want him as much as he wants you. This is why he will almost never move first—he is waiting for you to prove he’s safe to be near.
Once he does receive that clear signal, his motivation shifts entirely. He becomes a man possessed by a single objective: your satisfaction.
N • NO-GO
Law spends his entire day with his back against a wall or his hand on the hilt of Kikoku. When he finally lets someone into his personal space, those instincts don't just disappear; they shift into a state of high alert that you have to adapt.
In other words: no jump surprises or you might get cut or killed.
O • ORAL
Giver: When he is providing pleasure, he is hyper-focused. He watches the way your muscles tense, listens to your breathing, and tracks your heart rate
Receiving: While giving makes him feel powerful and capable, receiving is a more complicated experience for him. It forces him to confront the very thing he usually avoids: being the center of attention.
“You sure.”
“I don’t deserve it.”
And he does! He needs to know you aren’t just doing this because you feel obligated, but because you actually want to.
P • PACE
He savors every single second. He wants to feel the friction of your skin against his. To let you feel every inch of him when you’re fucking, and for him to feel you.
Because he is so touch-starved, a fast pace feels like a waste. He wants to drag out the anticipation and pleasure as long as possible His slowness is his way of proving to himself that this is actually happening, that he isn’t dreaming or hallucinating.
That you’re real, not imagination.
Q • QUICKIE
Hates them. No connection.
R • RISK
He avoids making love publicly.
Completely.
Getting caught or interrupted makes him tense, and pulls him out of the moment entirely. Besides, the moment is between you two only.
S • STAMINA
Law is a man of extremes. His body is a temple of discipline, but his heart? Beating up a couple pirates? No problem. He can go on.
But emotionally? Trying to keep up those walls? Not so much. After a moment of genuine connection, Law hits his mental bandwidth. ): he needs emotional reset hand-holding or forehead presses.
T • TOYS
If you want one, he’ll find you the best one the world has to offer. But, it comes with the consequence of him being clingier after you use it because he’s worried of getting “replaced”.
U • UNSPOKEN
Law knows exactly where your reset button is. He’ll lean in to whisper something but do it in a way that he knows makes your knees weak.
One of his most unfair tactics is his silence. He will stare at you with and watch until you get flustered, and offer absolutely nothing in return. He wants you to break first.
V • VOICE
As a man who values silence and precision, he doesn’t waste words. He uses it to maintain control of the situation, but it’s also the one thing he can’t entirely fake. You can tell exactly how much he’s struggling to remain in control by the way he clips his words or the way his breath hitches between sentences.
So, one night, as you rode him in bed, touching his skin and tracing his tattoos, he brought his hands to your sides and followed your curves.
“Fu—damn—” he starts.
“Problem, Law?”
“No. No problem.”
W • WILD CARD
A wildcard is when Law talks.
Actually. Talks.
To you.
X • X-RAY
He is an expert at spotting “damage” in others because he is broken himself. He can see the tension in your shoulders when you have bad day or fatigued after fighting. He doesn’t have the words to fix it, but he notices.
Y • YEARNING
Because he is so touch-starved, his body is hyper-aware of your absence. When you aren’t around, he’ll just wait for you to come back 🥹
He won’t tell you how much he misses you. He’ll just stand a little closer, and stay a little longer once he finally has you in his arms.
Z • ZZZZ
Law doesn’t just lie next to you. He hooks an arm over your waist or tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Even in his sleep, he is making sure you’re still there. If you try to move, he’ll usually tighten his grip or pull you in closer.
