Rockstar boyfriend takes you on tour with him and his band "Cheap Riot." How could he leave his sexy girlfriend in another city? Especially with all those sluts out there trying to get a piece of his cock. He needs alcohol, drugs, and sex to function. You're his girl. You're always his best fuck. He needs to ram his cock deep inside you to think; that's how his best songs are born.
He fucks you in the back seat of the van, the music is loud, there's laughter and the smell of cigarettes, the rest of the band are high and drinking, groping groupies. They're just inches away from the two of you, your nails dig into the leather seat, and you bite your lip and bury your face in the seat, trying to stifle your moans without much success. His thick cock goes in and out of your pussy again and again, his fat balls slap against your ass, and the swollen veins rub deliciously against your vaginal walls. Your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.
You moan sharply as he pulls your hair, your scalp burning and tingling, forcing you to stand, your back pressed against his firm chest. His large hand grips your throat, cold rings biting your skin as you tilt your head onto his shoulder. His other hand slides down, gently caressing your skin over your belly until it reaches your pussy, rubbing your bundle of nerves as his cock drills inside you.
He kisses your cheek, his hot breath on your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and tugging at it. You moan softly at the tingling that makes your pussy clench, and he laughs before relieving the itch with his tongue. ❝—Don't hold back your moans, baby, let everyone know you're my whore.❞ You arch your back as his fingers begin to rub firm circles over your stimulated clit. He kisses your neck, and his hand at your throat tightens as his pleasure grows.
Your eyes roll back, your whole body tenses as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again; Your pussy contracts and throbs, when he bites your neck you come with a sharp moan, he moves his hips with more vigor without stopping rubbing your overstimulated clitoris which makes you writhe in his grip, minutes of torture later he cums your vision goes blurry when he squeezes his hand on your throat, strings of hot and thick semen fill your uterus and flood your inside.
When he finally lets go, you collapse onto the couch, dazed. He pulls his cock out of your used cunt and puts it inside his pants, zips them up, and fastens his bullet belt. He adjusts his hair before turning you around, grabs your panties lying on the floor and pulls them up your legs, his ringed hands resting on your thighs; a wicked smile spreads across his lips.
❝—The best fuck of my life, baby, now I want your sweet moans to be in a song on the new album.❞
JJK: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Sukuna | Naruto Shippuden: Sasuke, Madara, Indra | Hunter x Hunter: illumi, Hisoka, Chrollo, kurapika | BNHA: Bakugo | Demon Slayer: Sanemi, Muzan, Douma, Akaza | One Piece: Zoro, Doflamingo, Buggy | And everyone else who wants to.
⛓️ ONE PIECE men as types of subs | 18+ kink hcs ❤️🔥
⇢ aka what D/s dynamics make them hooked ♡
⛓️ FEATURED CHARACTERS. ace, buggy, koby, luffy, law, mihawk, sanji, shanks, smoker, sir crocodile, zoro
pairing: sub!OP men x dom!reader (but each scenario is completely different 😏)
💋 CONTENT. d/s dynamics but adjusted to the pirate world, pet play, brats, bondage, medical & impact play, service subs ⚠️ WARNINGS: mdni, law’s hc = pain play: avoid it if you dislike hard kinks, uncomfortable w/ feminization: skip the buggy part, pregnancy kink in mihawk’s scenario, new to this and prefer it sweet & comfy: ace’ gentle femdom hc is for you ♡
word count. 300+ words each, 3.7k total
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↳ [ // AUTHOR’S NOTE. ] OPLA 2 has me heated & inspired with luffy in all kinds of subby situations (cuffed & hypnotized & mouth taped & what else, hello?!) and zoro tied or waxed up at every opportunity 😩 they are setting the tone right there! so let’s clock what kind of subs these delicious OP men are, shall we 🗣️ from the goodest boys to the superfreaks. buggy turned out so hot with his kinky high heels and sexy circus makeup i can’t (i’ve joined the clown fetish club?? 😭✊🏼). law also has a crazy painslut segment while ace & koby are the softest for good measure 🥰 now heels aside, pick your fave(s) & enjoy!
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ace ] a snuggly soft sub. Courtesy of his devil fruit, which really would have to be called “angel fruit” in his case instead, Ace is the most tactile submissive there is. Even stroking his back in passing makes his brain melt. His hair, legs, shoulders, lips, cheeks: Letting your hand ghost over his cute freckled skin will leave your slightly exhibitionistic lover giddy with goosebumps. And in love. And so yearning. Your hand in his hair is everything to him. It’s not a case of “guy makes every cuddle a sex thing”, though. Ace likes cuddling for cuddles’ sake, because the emotions are a huge relief. The making out and kissing is so unusually frequent, people looking on will think he’s using drugs. Ace is high on your gaze, and barely thinks of anything else but being side by side in bed, spooning (Luffy thinks that’s so adorable when he walks in on you in your sleep. He supports his brother getting all the love). That’s his happy place. Releasing him from the tough, less than gentle world. Ace could make anal sex romantic. Marriage proposal during a fisting sesh, he could pull that off. He jumps with joy when you buy him plushies. You made one for him by hand, he carries it with him 24/7 in a trouser pocket. This dude is just the king of fluff. Ace finds all his wishful thinking in a soft domme, a hard domme wouldn’t match him right. You can pinch him all you pleased, those nipples especially. But roughly handling him would just be awkward and hurt Ace. He’s too sweet and yes, lazy. Petting is like having sex to him. Corny, but, it’s Ace. He enjoys to make love to you in missionary or another intimate position, but the body contact always counts more than the “yay, it goes in and out” part. Regular sex is not crucially urgent to Ace. It’s just a byproduct of huddling up in bed sometimes. Whatever your libido says, he adapts. He could please you every day or do it once a month in comfy silence. If you want to tickle him to get a glimpse of that 1000 Watt-smile or see how well his fingertips can work your clit, Ace can pull off both. One thing is his favorite, though. Being snug, together by a fireplace, mumbling to each other.
buggy ] the most committed pet. With all the ribbons, a time to feed him… and fuck, cause this clown wants it bad. But stylishly. Someone’s fully queening out with you: Buggy is all in with the feminization, dumbification, putting him in collars and you having him make some noises considered strange by others alright. He is the original superfreak. Law pretty much loves himself a sado-domme that torments him with red hot tweezers for breakfast, Luffy is all about the impossible sex positions and self-tie shenanigans, but Buggy… he commits to the bit. Always. A circus makes a performer slip into ludicrous roles, you both love that. Acting out just because! Life is filled with restraint and nonsense, so why not be unrestrained without sense? Buggy as a pet sub is ‘brainless’ in a smart way. And fucked brainless especially. Sounds edgy, ruined makeup style, and it is. Edging you is his favorite when he eats you out with fantasy positions and tricks, fun makeup, cat ears, false lashes, painted nails, platform heels on (he can do cartwheels in those!), just letting his oral freak flag fly. Sit on his face and ruin his eyeshadow, his sexy rouge, and that glimmering cheek highlighter while you’re at it. At this point, his lipstick stains on your clit just turn you on for a second round each time. If the world sucks, start sucking. His sex motto extraordinaire, humping his pillow with two hands of his down his throat. Yep, he can fit that many. Yes, he loves it when you draw lewd pictures of him like this. And if you need him bad, Buggy satisfies you from behind, giving your ass a proper worshipping. Does this guy nut glitter? Lock him in that tiger cage, put him in his lace wear, and bring those whippy whips. His high libido will soon tell. On all fours? Buggy does it best.
koby ] obedient sub. With gorgeous pink ribbons, humiliation kink, soap baths and everything. Being forthcoming and more on the soft domme side, you prepared a lot for your sweetheart, tea cups and big pillows and little treats (or not so little, as sweet stuff can be a luxury on the Grand Line, after all) and a warm fireplace to spend some time in a cozy tavern that’s not exactly close to any busy areas or marines. Koby shyly returns the favor of you setting the mood and running errands to get all of those cute things to create a nice time. With eating you out a lot, lots of sucking and curious tongue moves involved. It feels so good and it just goes on and on for minutes on end: “You taste amazing… Can I do it more?” Fuck, this is the big treat, then, is it. Your clit just experiences heaven with that pliant, malleable and warm tongue doing its loving thing. Slave to love and your scent, your baby licks you up from behind, in missionary, sideways even, even if it’s a bit unorthodox and hard to pull off. No problem though, you’re having fun rolling around in the sheets. Now, hear me out: Koby’s actually the most obsessed with vanilla fucking among all these guys to top it off. Your pussy is in for all that gentle stimulation, those good angles, and those pretty as hell hands really sneak to your most sensitive area again and again, so you both edge for like 30 minutes plus. But the ribbons and the fluffy handcuffs stay on! The sweetest collared sub ever. You absolute love birds, this is relationship goals.
luffy ] a bonafide contortionist. No one’s shocked. You thought he’d be all ‘straight up feederism kink and suck slash squeeze on Mommy’s breasts’ all day’? That would only be one part of the picture. He’s simply the least serious sub of them all unless romantic confessions are concerned, because laughing together is the ultimate bonding experience, although bonding with handcuffs (heh) is kind of attractive on him. Even though... yes... they’re basically useless on him. You could stuff basically anything up his elastic ass and he’d have the time of his life. Experimental subs have nothing on this guy. He can be his own bondage rope, y’all. His pet play skills extend to any possible species. You punish Luffy humorously for his impatience sometimes, spanking and gripping his head between your thighs. Pain excites Luffy, spanks are playful to him. Although his age could or couldn’t play a role in this, he doesn’t take BDSM stuff as seriously as Mihawk or Trafalgar Law would. Impact toys are fascinating to use on him: You can take your frustrations out on a sub that never breaks but bends. Snuggles and aftercare love is his kind of sex, too, it just warms his heart to love you and be loved. Luffy really likes to kiss you a lot after playing. As a puppy, for instance. A sweet pup deserves his hair to be ruffled, and forehead kisses, anything that makes him blush.
law ] the pain slut final boss. This god of chains and fingering truly likes the whole shebang of provocative kink equipment galore. Spikes, harnesses, flogging and perfectly romantic dungeon furniture. Trafalgar is the kinkiest on this list by far, and no one is surprised at all. Nobody can tell him what to do! Except for you, his girl, because that’s how it works. If he walks up with some risky piercings you can place on him or he wants you to pull out some crazy hooks and suspensions and clamps and whips, that’s just another manic (and super sexy) Monday for Law. Temperature play is his favorite as of recently, and a proper anal fixation, but it has to be extreme, like everything he does. Him roleplaying as your sick patient is a staple. His boner for your doctor voice and outfit and all those medical tools you brought stays all night. Law likes to be tortured and sense-deprived, he was made for this. His unrestricted moans will have your pussy in not so literal shambles. Trafalgar Law is so masochistic, he has nothing against you electro-shocking his skinny brains out with the craziest tech machines. Or you waterboarding him into a freeze state that allows you total control over his body, since he’s a Paramecia user. He pines to get beaten up by you, fucked silly, then thrown to the ground. He wants to be exhausted, discarded, deeply humiliated, he wants to know his limit and gets off on being hurt for hours: Especially at the hand of his very attractive dominant whom he lends his life line to. Law always wants to hang there like a bag of sand when you’re done with him. He trusts you. He’d only open up and show you his real boundaries because Law knows you can gauge – and also push – him well. You don’t hesitate, because you know he’s pretty much impossible to destroy and doesn’t want some queasy consideration, and he likes that. You’re able to chill and eat takeout with him for aftercare, and not be intimidated by the intense comedown from all those unreal play scenarios. He’s not sub dropped once. No sub can outdo him, this guy is always ready to get fucked up. Law has no problem being a kink dispenser, you can do whatever the hell you like with him (even suffocating him with hugs, heh).
mihawk ] the immaculate service submissive. As hard and stern as he might seem, Mihawk is actually the most classically submissive on this list. Why? His trademark elegance prevents him from domineering his partner: Wife, ideally, because this man is not commitment-phobic. If you top him he will put a ring on it FAST. Because he knows most people quickly pigeonhole him into this hard dom image and don’t even try to look past his façade. Mihawk cooks gentlemanly, bathes you, massages you with expensive oils, and gives you all you ever wanted. You as his domme will choose his clothing for the night, or day, even. Want him to change his beard grooming or the hair? He’ll do it. He is not a diehard masochist like Law or Sanji, but damn, he’d sacrifice anything for a woman he loves and find great satisfaction in it. Mature kink is about responsibility, and that’s what Dracule does. He ain’t vampiric for no reason. Vampires ask before they come in. And blood-wise, if you get your period, he’s the one who gets the hot wraps and the luxurious teas (!) and the blankets and the herbs to make you feel much better. Fuck, he can’t stand to see you hurt. That’s why he’s not a dom. A pregnancy kink he does have, that’s his only top-like side. In his daytime brooding imaginations, he will slice up any punk who dares to touch his hypothetical pregnant wife… get chopped! Mihawk also fantasizes about helping you go about lactating, post-partum bed times, waning. Then again, that’s also an aspect of his service sub default. If you want kids or not in this chaotic world is up to you. But one thing’s for sure. Mihawk will flood you with cash ‘cause he’s a real pay pig disguised as a twilight sugar daddy.
sanji ] truly versatile. Black leg Sanji? More like sexy leg. He can be a platter-wielding service sub like Mihawk or a groaning pain slut just like Law (he fantasizes about you putting out cigarettes on his whole body…), bend himself around for your own pleasures pretty much like Luffy but without the upper body, or snuggle just like Ace. All of it will get him off, and all of it will thrill you, too. Because what genre of BDSM couldn’t this man present as chic and salacious. You want your feet and neck kissed, he’ll devour this. You want to pull his hair? To the All Blue and back. Sanji is so obsessed with his domme, he would fry himself in a human-sized oil pot if something ever happened to her. He is your human furniture and your latex fashion model and your gimp. Sanji is for the anxious attachment dommes: If you’re afraid he won’t cuddle after sex, this guy will be so glued to you, you’ll never feel lonely again. Sanji selflessly understands that even dominant women want attention, care, listening, intimacy, favors, love, affection, not just female subs. He will never betray your rules in bed, he cleans up toys, he listens to feedback: subs need spines as well. Sanji embodies that. He’s horny with a conscience. As for you, do what you want (unless it’s joining the world government), and Sanji works with that. You can choke-fuck him Trafalgar Law style and admire his hot bod, or comb his hair to tell him how proud you are of him. Cause you are. Sanji really overextends himself with all he does chronically. Sanji carries that shit. He is the most obedient sub on this list by far: You actually have to teach him to contribute and say what HE wants, too. Which, and you really had to coax it out of him, is predictably being fed food by you… it’s too cute. Or is it? Making Vinsmoke Sanji lick some cake cream from your fingers has got to be the biggest turn-on ever invented. Let’s be real, this guy invented worship.
shanks ] unpretentious rope bunny. With a lot of sub drop in the mix: Shanks is not a rough and tumble kind of bed partner. Putting his charisma aside, he’s confident in showing his dome all those sensitive and weak parts of him. And yes, let’s be shallow for a minute: Shanks looks way too good all tied up, handsome muscles on display. A ship offers enough material to work with. He wants to see how you can control his body, fixate him, pin Shanks down, expose his sweetest spots, test his sturdiness, showcase his physical beauty, and never let him go. All while finding the time and space to do this, because rope stuff is not a spontaneous discipline. It’s that psychological element that makes the redhead sub so enamored with the art of knots. If you cinch him in place, neither of you will go anywhere. That constancy and reliance is a huge green flag for Shanks who craves your full attention. All the detail you put into your patterns make him feel loved by seeing the dedicated intent… you look after every tension in the rope, all the cross-sections and angles and the skin. Bondage is knowing your partner. He wants to be studied, in a way. And slathered in ointment after, it’s so invigorating to Shanks. The tunnel vision you get while working on his shibari is so hot to this guy, the spotlight on him is actually wholesome, not just challenging or technical. That’s just beautiful. Shanks really blooms when you tie the knot: Literally. He wants to claim that his wife has him all tied up in his feels. And yes, he does cry sometimes, and you comfort those tears with Shanks in your lap.
sir crocodile ] impact play and switching. The desert is dry, but no one who knows `Mister Zero Vanilla´ intimately is… But let’s start from the beginning. Toys and furniture and all the stuff that leaves an imprint makes Croc a horny young man again. It’s too seductive not to try. A contract is in place, you both wrote down what you want to do. It’s negotiated. And it’s freaky. He underestimated your willingness to pound the shit out of him a bit, but that’s good news: He can finally feel something. Whips and chains to the balls, and a hook (surprise) up his ass to make him clench those teeth? Some frivolous kisses for your pussy lips and legs in between? Let’s go. Obviously you’re not using his hook, but a more blunt toy, although the thought of something pointy is titillating to him. Rather, your idea is to switch and see what he can do with that gold stinger – or Goldfinger, as you joke – when you back yourself up against him. As he stands, he uses the metal to wrap around your neck, holding you in place, giving it to you nice and slow from behind to warm you up like the desert, and then picks up the speed as he smokes and grunts, hurling out the praise for you, the good girl. “What a nice ass, want it spanked?” alternates with clamps on your labia or nipples, made of luxurious materials of course. The pain gets you hot, and he releases quickly. Since Croc likes it hairy, even looking at your exposed lips makes him all hungry. And then you switch again. Tired after cumming, he’s frozen in his office, so you torment him with heavy tailed whips and horrible canes, do we sense a phallic pointy theme here, and shove up an entire arsenal of vibrators in his tight ass. He begs for mercy as part of the script, it’s so hot. In the dead of the night, who would have thought the mighty Sir Crocodile is subject to some insane CBT methods with a batch of wet sand shoved into his mouth so he won’t make a sound? He’s crazy. But it’s a rush to be inside his underwater hideaway. Be careful before he’s gonna wife you up, he is a dedicated man.
smoker ] sensory stuff and vanilla. Few people can imagine him subbing, and that’s his hazy secret. He’s classy about it. “So what” style. But unlike Mihawk, wine is not involved. A woman putting out cigarettes on his body is. Cigars, if she really wants to drive him insane. Come to think of it, nobody is surprised with this at all. His smoke body doesn’t bear the burn marks, he has tons of supply at hand, and hey… Smoker sees no point in doing this on someone else in his busy schedule. That schedule involves getting his wallet drained by you, cause his marine money all blown on burn stuff is getting a bit boring now. Pay pig Smoker? That’s what he works for. Heh. Another idea you had was running ice cubes on him, which not only tingles, but remains the most effective power play of all. Why? Because the water immobilizes him partially, and you can resort to some free use all night. Used sparingly, this can go on for hours. You can ride him in reverse how you like, he won’t kiss and tell. Cigars in mouth, he coughs like a broke stove during groans, you both love that shit. He’s impressively endowed, long and straight, with stamina, a dream for any rider queen who loves to edge her play partner. Smoker, lazy as he is on the couch or bed, lets his sexy abs glisten, and you can mockingly run your hands through his hair. “Oh, somebody can’t move. Guess I’ll deprive you more…” Followed by various forms of orgasm denial, and using him as your personal stripper. Or sex doll. Ripping his clothes off is fun, and Smoker is well-built. And experienced. No bullshit. He’s confident enough to have you fill him up with booze for some heavy makeouts. No sexual stuff, he’s a gentleman, but the teasing can go far when he’s intoxicated. His oral fixation should be, let’s say, apparent without discussion, Smoker can surely fancy some boobs in his naughty mouth if you command him. He’s languidly obedient in a way. If you want to see rug burn on his back, he will lie down, alright. Um, and… upon your request… He also made you very happy on his motorcycle if you know what I mean. Smoker, the king of deep strokes and all the huffing, puffing, lady pleasing.
zoro ] needy lil’ brat. He’ll do what you want, but oh so tease you for it. Zoro could lay there with a spreader bar between his juicy gym legs and he would talk some shit. Or when you ride his thigh. Or when you run ice cubes all over him. Somebody gag this mosshead already! He actually fell asleep during a bondage session once. In his defense, he trained push-ups with Sanji beforehand. They both tried to outdo each other, so Zoro collapsed into a fairy-tale like slumber with you a little later. He was too sweet in his sleep to resent, though you repeated the rope play two days later. Zoro… is for the lenient doms out there, strictness doesn’t work. No, he doesn’t slack off, he can put his back into it. Zoro’s ambitious manner is world famous. But yeah, he shows his cute side as a sub. Don’t you worry. You can nurse him like a service domme sometimes, or a Mommy domme, it’s flexible. He really does like being taken care of, but a full-on little one he is not. It’s more about the looking after someone aspect. He devours Mommy’s hefty food, and lets himself be groped, then stroked, then petted when he’s been a bad boy. You tie his wounds, knead his back. It’s not complete dominance on your part unless you brat tame him. Zoro loves pampering and acts of service too much. The entitled brat learns his sexy lesson with riding crop whips to his muscly butt and thighs, enduring slaps and even a bit of CBT, Zoro’s most high-adrenaline kink interest. Does he own a penis pump? Yes he does. Zoro doesn’t even pretend one bit that he’s not a classy kinkster like Mihawk. Zoro likes his sex stuff real, and visceral, and frequent, and a lil’ bit trashy. If you like cum play and sweat… this is your address.
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end note. tell me your own hcs about them in the comments, i am stoked about this topic and there is just so much to say!! i just imagine law as the freakiest guy ever he is so... and then there’s ace and shanks being all cutie pie about this lmaoo
This man is ruthless whenever you’re riding him and despite him being the bottom he still has his ways to dominate you and your feelings. And this man will degenerate you in every way possible. He’s spitting either god awful dirty things at you or sweet words. Such as !! “Such a dirty whore, you love riding my cock? Can’t get enough of it?” Or “Such a good Princess. Keep making me feel good, such a good girl.”
He gets even more rough with you when he’s had a long and hard day. He’ll just make his way towards your direction and shove you slightly towards the his private room. He doesn’t care if you’re in a middle of conversation. And once in the room he’ll sit on the bed and patted his leg. “Sit. It’s been a long day and I need a good fucking.”
And once you end up on his lap his hands are all over your body, squeezing anything he can grab. And he isn’t gentle, not wasting time he’s always striping you from your clothes, and he’s already stripping himself from everything…well besides his sunglasses. Placing sloppy kisses across your neck . “Come on princess.” He whispered, as he stroke himself. “Sit on your throne and ride away.”
And he helps you aline yourself with him, and this man is so huge and thick that you wince every time you’re in this position. Whimpering softly, as he allows you to adjust to his size, and he can’t help but have a smug smirk across his face. “So tight. So good Princess…you love riding me. Right?” And to which you moan and nod, looking at his eyes and nod. “Mm so good Doffy…so big…you fill me up so good..”
Doflamingo loves watching you shake in pleasure as your riding him, the way your hips move against his, the way your chest bounces. Everything gets him so hard for you. And sadly you do tend to get tried quicker than him so when you start to slow down he’ll hold down your hips and fuck you to his liking. And you better scream his name, he wants everyone that you belong to him.
And this man doesn’t believe in aftercare…so good luck with that.
Corazon
He’s the quite opposite from his brother, than man is more shy than anything. He’s scared that he’ll hurt you due to his size. After all he’s much taller than you and he doesn’t want to harm you. But after one day of trying to convince him he decided to try it out and he ended up loving this sex position. So he loves when you offer to ride him. “Mm I need to ride you sweetheart. May I?” You cooed out softly, to which he began turning red.
He’s so gentle with you. Treating with such care and with so much love. And whenever you’re on top of him, he loves to admire your beautiful body and face. He’ll run his hands along your waist and hips. “Feel so good…you look so beautiful on top of me..” He moans out. Cora loves watching how your boobs bounce, he can’t help but squeeze them. He loves watching how prefectly you fit him.
He’s always using his devil fruit abilities when having sex with you. Especially when you’re riding him. Because let’s be honest he’s a moaner. He wants to every single noise you make. So when you try to cover your mouth he’ll move your hand. “It’s okay my dear. Feel free to moan my name out. No one is going to hear us.” Because god forbid Doflamingo
He loves thrusting his hips upwards and hitting every sweet spot of yours. He loves how your body reacts to every little thing. The way your head is thrown back moaning his name. “Mm Cora…you feel so good…” And this babey would also praise you. Let’s say you’re getting tried he’ll hold your hips and thrust upwards and take over “It’s okay my dear. I’ll take it from here.”
THIS IS 100% FOR AFTERCARE!! He’ll kiss your hickeys and praise you once again. “You did wonderful my dear.” Also!! He’ll grab your favorite snacks and run you a warm bath!! And after that he’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep. A lot of head kisses and a bunch of “I love you.”
Buggy
This man is a total bottom for you. And he loves to brag to everyone that he’s the top of your guys relationship but behind close doors he’s falling onto his knees for you. He loves it whenever you dominate him. Especially when you ride him because he gets a good fucking and a good view of your tits. He loves squeezing your tits and saying “Honk”
You’ll start off by sitting on his lap and taking his lips against yours into a heated kiss. “Mmm…I need you to ride me again..” He whispered against the kiss. And you gladly accepted his offer. Stripping him from his close, placing small kisses along his neck. And before sinking into his cock you’ll stroke nice and slowly and tease him. “Such a dirty little clown…can’t get enough of me?” Biting his neck, and sitting on his lap.
Buggy has to beg for you to do anything. “Please Y/N…stop teasing me…” And you’ll cut him off mid sentence by pinning him against his back and sinking onto his cock. And he has to bite his lip from moaning out loudly. And you’ll move your hips slowly, until he’s begging for more. “Come on clown. Beg for more.”
You love hearing him moan your name out. So whenever he tries to cover his mouth. You shake you head. “Tch..naughty clown. I want to hear your pretty little sounds.” And he’s a whimpering and moaning mess. The rest of the crew probably hears him and they tease the hell out of him. Poor Buggy.
Buggy uses his Devil Fruit abilities whenever you’re riding him. One floating hand will be teasing your nipples, while the other hand is playing with your clit. “Heh..I make you so good huh?” And speaking of his devil fruit abilities, you’ll make him remove his head and place it across the room and you’ll ride his body. You’re the star of the show and he’s enjoying it.
Pspsps Mihawk and Crocodile know he’s the bottom of your guys relationship and honestly they aren’t so surprised.
Mihawk
This man…this is definitely the top of your guys relationship. He isn’t going to submit to anyone and that also includes you. So whenever you are riding him it’s on his terms and only on his terms. “Hmm I think you deserve a treat my dear. You’ve been such a good girl, how about tonight you take the lead.” And his words are already making you weak to your knees.
Before riding him he’ll appreciate a nice lingerie, he loves to admire your beauty. And you bet your ass he’s going to praise you. “Such a beautiful dear…you’re going to look even more beautiful on top.” He say softly and grab your hand and lead you to the bed and he’ll sit down and pat on his leg. “Sit my dear.”
And once in his lap he’ll place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean I’m submitting to you.” He whisper against your lips. Nodding, you place small kisses along his cheeks and neck which will earn your a hum of approval. And once he’s admired your body, he’ll strip his own clothes and yours and stroke himself as he smirks at you. “Now careful, don’t break yourself dear.”
And once he’s inside of you, you take a moment because he feels so much bigger in this position. “Mm Mihawk…so big..” Moaning out, and he groans as he felt your walls clench around him. He gives you a moment to adjust before placing his hands on your hips and moves his hips upwards. And he knows what spots to make you cry out.
Whenever Mihawk notices your getting tried he’ll run a finger along your clit. “Now don’t disappoint me my dear.” He coos, which makes you whimper and move your hips against his until you guys reach each other’s climax’s. And when you do finish, he’ll quickly flip you over. Being on top once again.. “Now, my turn to fuck you my dear.”
Ace
This man is a total switch, and if you want to ride his dick he’s already dragging you to the bedroom. And he’s already kissing you with such hunger. Hands all over body. “Damn..you wanna bounce on my cock again?” He’ll tease you and strip you naked. And once you’re naked he’ll whistle. “Wow, beautiful as always.”
His favorite position is reserve cowgirl style, and to top off the position he’ll make you wear his hat. God…seeing you in his hat makes him cum alone. So this position is top three favorites. And he also loves watching the view…the way your ass is bouncing off of him. “God babe…you know how to drive a man crazy.”
Ace doesn’t bother trying to muffle his moans, if you’re making him feel good then he’s gonna let the whole ship know. And the same goes to you…both of you guys are loud. “God babe…your pussy makes me feel so good…fucking good.” He moans out, smacking your ass which earned a loud moan from your lips. “Fuck Ace…dick so good.”
You guys are so loud that the ship knows you guys are fucking and they have to bang on the door to keep you guys quiet. “You guys fuck like rabbit! Keep it down! We’re trying to sleep.” To which results in you and Ace laughing.
Speaking of dick riding. He loves when you face fuck him. Ride his face…he fucking loves it. And he doesn’t want 10% percent of your body weight he wants you to full sit. USE HIS FACE AS YOUR CHAIR UWU.
When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.
When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.
Mihawk
Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.
That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.
Safe to say, he rushes home.
Buggy
His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.
After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.
Shanks
It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.
Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.
Beckman
If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.
It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.
Hongo
Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.
Then, he does precisely as he promised, he takes you apart bit by bit, driving you both to ecstasy more than once, all in the name of making his dreams a reality. That’s the point of being a pirate, after all.
BUGGY SMUT. I BEG. PRAISE. KINK. PRAISE THE CLOWN.
BUGGY THE CLOWN is in heaven.
A freaky-deaky, kinky, weird, hot n’ heavy, zoo-wee-mama sorta heaven.
I mean, fuckin’ hell, his eyes are buggin’ out of his skull over here — and you’re over there, using his fuckin’ cock like it’s some sort of silicone hero.
The muscle in Buggy’s jaw feathers when you push his detached member in deep, and give it a little twist on the way out. He makes a sound unbecoming of a Warlord of the Seven Seas (albeit a new, fresh, shiny title), tries to remember how to breathe, and knocks his head back against the god damn wooden target board you’d pinned him to with throwing knives. Once, twice, three times.
These sea prism knives of yours are making his head feel all swimmy and—
“Hoooo, fuck, okay, yep,” Buggy’s eyes roll back; he struggles, but it’s half-hearted. He’s right where he wants to be.
This should be humiliating.
For fuck’s sake, his trousers are down around his knees. He’s been pantsed. Sexually. Sexually pantsed.
Buggy doesn’t even know what the word humiliation means right now — and this whole thing sure as shit ain’t, not when your thighs start to tremble, and Buggy realizes that’s his doing, even if by the grace of his chop-chop’d dick ‘n’ balls.
You thrust again, bite your lip, and sigh his name.
Buggy slams his head back against the board again. He searches the ceiling for something, anything, that will let him hold on for a little bit longer.
“You don’t wanna watch anymore?” comes the coo, and your grease paint is running; the dark make-up around your eyes has started to run from one too many blissful eyerolls, “I thought I was putting on a nice show, Bugs—”
Your voice. Your voice. Fuckin’… fuck. Fuck! You know what you’re doing — you… Okay, thoughts are hard. He can’t think. Breathe, Buggy. Think about something else except that hot, wet cunt. Think about… Think about Roger! Or, uh… Uh, no, no no, brain do not think about Shanks—
Buggy struggles. He grits his teeth. “I don’t… I… woof, baby, slow… Slow down—”
✦ Warnings: nsfw mdni, masturbation (buggy), use of devil fruit, spanking, p in v, oral (m. receiving), post nut clarity, pervy yearner buggy.
Buggy the Clown x fem reader | masterlist
Buggy knew he was gross for this. There was no way this wouldn't be frowned upon by Mihawk and Crocodile, not when he was so fucking pathetic.
His tip was red, leaking pre-cum disgustingly on his gloved palm. Fuck, this was stupid! How'd he get so damn hard from seeing your new wanted poster?
Your tits had been pushed up high by whatever top you were wearing, giving the clown a perfect view of your cleavage in that photo. The photographer must have known what they were doing, making you look so damn good! Any pirate or bounty hunter would be lucky to catch you...
The friction from his gloved hand wasn't doing much for him, nothing was as good as the way your cunt would feel around his dick. Fuck, Buggy could imagine it, warm walls suckling him in deeper as he stretches you out, ass jiggling with each harsh slap against the skin, stinging with the impact!
Oh, oh, or the thought of your lips wrapped around him, smearing lip stick and drool onto his skin. Fuckkk, that would be nice, your tongue toying with the underside of his dick, drool spilling from your mouth as you tried to keep him in. Ugh, you'd be so damn good, nose pressed right against the unruly amount of pubes at his base, tears streaming the makeup he'd make you wear!!
Buggy's head rolls, chest heaving as he jerks himself off, in desperate need of release. It wasn't the same, getting himself off. Not when his devil fruit would make for a great toy, plugging your cunt full of his cum after detaching himself, making sure not a single drop spilled from you as you did paperwork for the Cross Guild.
Fuck, he was close, the borderline pornographic thoughts of you infiltrating his mind. There was nothing he could do at this point, his lust for you was too strong. He needed you in the Cross Guild, needed to see your pout as he handed you more paperwork, hear your moans as he fucked your brains out—
Thick cum floods his hand, a strangled moan falling from his red-painted lips. Fuck, he was pathetic. A stupid fucking clown, just like Mihawk and Crocodile told him. Cumming to the thought of you in the Guild, jerking off to a poster of you? Not former warlord of the sea behavior.
And yet, with all his post-nut thoughts, the strongest one was the fact that he needed to fuck you.
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warnings: SMUT, swearing, "good girl" "slut" "whore" "dollface" "baby" "brat", fingering, deep throating, chop chop madness, multiple positions, edging, My Buggy with a Bob agenda, finger sucking, a little brat taming, praise kink, maybe some other stuff 😊✌🏾
synopsis: pure smut. followup to this🩷
Characters: Buggy, y/n
reader: has breasts and vagina, also references to her 'tummy' and 'stomach' but should be fine for anyone of any size to read comfortably!
wc: 4.1k
a/n: waoooo this is what happens when I can't sleep... started this at 11:30, and now its 4:10! Happy New Year Buggy! and the rest of y'all too, ofc hardly proofread, enjoy🎉✨
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“Fuck y/n. I- I didn’t know you had that in you.”
You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek and falling limp in his secure grasp. “Who would have guessed.”
The Captain joins you in your breathy laughter. “You got me on this one.” His hand rubs over the mark he definitely left on your ass.
“Now, are you ready for me to take over?”
You hum, still panting and deciding if the feel of Buggy's bare hand over the sting on your rear is making you wetter or not. Noting this hesitation, the clown stomps his foot, making you bounce against his thigh and clothed cock. “Mnm, yes please Captain.” You purr.
He laughs, his grin glinting in the dim glow of candles you don’t remember seeing before, as well as the moon's fleeting rays. You catch sight of his other hand, detached and waving out a match. How cute of him to set up mood lighting.
“How do you want it?”
You blink, taking in the sight of your Captain in his dishevelled state. His chest glistening with sweat as it heaves with the weight of your joint pleasure, each gasp bringing his body to touch yours. You're so sensitive that the stimulation against your nipples makes you wind your hips mindlessly as you process his words. You watch his lips go to speak, the red lipstick that stains them smudged much more than usual and you're sure that your spit is glossing them as well.
“I want-”
“If you need-”
You both speak and exchange a shy smile, your stage fright only starting to catch up with you again as you wonder what could be making Buggy pause so sheepishly.
“I’m ready,” You whisper, playing with the ends of his hair that rests on his shoulders.
“Foooor?” the clown muses, thumping his boot against the wood floor again, teasing you.
You lift your gaze to him again, his blue eyebrows are pulled up, head tilted adorably to the side.
“I want you to have your way with me, like I promised.” You say, running your nails from the roots of his hair and down to the scruff of his neck, reveling in the way he shivers. “Bend me over, use my mouth, whatever you’d like just… make me yours.” Your voice dies off at the end, causing the pirate to lean in till his cheeks are in kissing range. You would give in to the urge if the deep groan he lets out at your words didn’t startle you.
“Say it again.” He demands, bringing a hand to force your sights onto him.
“I want you to make me yours, claim me, bite me, cover me in more of your lipstick, cum all over-”
“Fucking hell y/n, you little slut.” He barks a laugh and flips you two around. Your feet hang off the bed at the knee as he hovers above you, hands back on his wrists as they press into the sheets next to your own. His smile is dizzying, almost frightening, you go to push your thighs together but feel Buggy’s jean covered leg between them.
“Don’t go hiding now darling.” He murmurs, sliding a hand over your body, your breasts, your stomach, your sides. You hiss slightly, skin buzzing from the attention.
“I can’t believe you thought I hated you.” He continues, candle lit eyes roaming over you like you’re prey before him. Reminiscing on the past year or so till now.
“I invited you to rehearsals, to watch me, to sit next to me at dinner, to dance with me, though you insisted that you have two left feet, and I tried so hard not to yell at you or frown at ya. Even got you a better sewing machine after the other one jammed.”
His voice softens, taking a more dejected tone, despite his tightening grip over every part of you he could fit in his palm.
“And still you’d hide and give me short answers to all my questions, hardly laugh at my jokes, I thought for sure it was one-sided.” He pouts anger seeping into his monologue as you wonder if he’s even aware that he’s rambling now.
“To think, that even with all that you-”
“I still liked you,” Your voice stops him, he looks back up to your face, mouth open slightly, eyes half full with a tint you can’t place. “I thought you hated me, but that didn’t stop me from taking my time when measuring you, or watching your hands and mouth while you ate and joked. When you’d smile at me like that… I thought you were teasing me, and I would bite my pillow on the rare occasion that I was the only one in my room and think of what it’d be like to kiss the grin off your lips.”
Growing bolder as you speak you take a hand to cup his cheek and stubble.
“Now I don’t have to daydream, you have me. All yours and ready for the taking.”
He hesitates, caressing your fingers with his own. “And you want me? All of me?”
You can’t quite tell if he’s referring to his fragile relationship with his nose (which you love and will gladly tell him so if given the chance.) Or if he’s talking about the inches he’s got hiding in those tight pants. It’s hard to tell with the way his voice quivers and his free grasp latches onto one of your boobs. Either way, you nod your head.
“Yes of course, all of you. That’s all I want.” You lift a leg and grind your shin against his clothed shaft. “Please Buggy, give it to me? I wanna be yours.”
He lets out a whimper that settles into a growl as he pulls you into a mind-numbing kiss.
“Pick.” He insists between kisses.
“Hm?” It’s difficult to focus as his tongue sweeps against yours clumsily. One of his hands going to play with your clit lightly. The wet fabric of your leotard is a bit cold and harsh against you. But it feels so good after your previous orgasm that you can only moan and buck your hips in response.
“A safeword.” Oh. Right.
“Uhm, pillow?”
“Good girl. Now let me know if it’s too much okay?” He says, standing up and pulling himself out from his pants and undergarments.
You forget to reply or whine about the lack of stimulation when greeted with the sight of his cock. Despite your familiarity with measuring as seamstress, you can’t think of a number to pair with him. The only thought in your head being that it's the perfect size for you. Taken straight from your daydreams and clicked into place. You don’t realize your staring till you feel the clown above you again.
“Did you hear me, slut?”
You blink up, nodding quickly. The pirate laughs at your eagerness and slides a thumb over your cheek.
“Good job, now, suck.”
You push up off the bed but feel Buggy’s palm over your tits again, pressing you back down.
“My fingers first, baby.” He hums, chuckling again at your excitement.
You huff, but take his middle and ring fingers into your mouth without resistance. They sting with the tang of sweat and musk of leather. The taste quickly melts away as you put all your energy into lapping at his digits. Sliding your tongue between each of them, then both together. You don’t know when you shut your eyes, but hearing your Captain move from above you makes them snap open.
He sends you a lust hazy grin, his detached hand starts to slowly thrust his fingers into your mouth, matching the pace that he’s using to stroke his hard cock. Ugh, what you’d give to have that blushing red tip between your lips right now. The thought alone forces a moan from you.
“Haha, you’re so cute y/n, sweating for me, and sucking me off like a good little whore.”
You nod around his fingers, whining at his praise.
“Fuck dollface, take your costume off before I end up ripping it.”
You smile the best you can while continuing to wet his hand, and shimmy yourself out of the skintight bikini bottom and gold beaded top. Fully naked, you test the waters of your freedom and scoot next to Buggy on the bed. He only watches you with a lovesick gaze, impressed by your multitasking ability.
Once seated against the silk covered pillows with your arm pressed into the Captain’s side as his one hand strokes himself and the other slows to a stop in your mouth.
“Alright baby, sit up just a little..”
You do, and watch as the pirate pops off his right leg and puts it to rest against your own. Then he shuffles over till you're seated in front of him, back pressed against his right arm and thigh as he pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses them to spread your pretty pussy lips open. His middle digit flicking your clit.
“Shiiit you’re fucking dripping y/n. My cute faucet.” He giggles, quickening the pace of his finger before you can scold him for the joke.
You lay your head back and whine into his shoulder, “mm more, please Captain.”
“Only because you know how to ask darling.”
He pushes the finger inside, your eyes pop open at the feel of the stretch. It instantly goes deeper than yours ever could. Especially since his hand is detached and free to fuck you at any angle. You both let out a moan.
“So fuckin’ tight.. Can’t wait much longer baby, so take it for me,” He looks down at you, your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering, mouth agape and glistening with your shared spit. “Mmmphh- fuck.” He groans, instantly pistoning his finger in and out of you at a rough pace.
You all but scream body shaking with the force. Buggy lifts his leg and uses it to hold yours open, stopping you from hiding the sight of him fingerfucking you.
“Good fucking girl, shit-”
He slides in his ring finger and doesn’t slow down, scissoring the two inside you and stretching you out.
“Ah! B-Buggy, hah- just like that, please.”
The clown lets out a cackle, forcing them in deeper than you thought possible as you moan and writhe into his touch.
“That’s it baby! You take it so fucking well.”
You can hardly hear it over the sound of your slick and Buggy’s laughter, but there's a faint popping noise. Then you realize again that you closed your eyes without noticing. But when you open them, you’re greeted with the hot red tip you were dreaming about just moments ago.
“Say ahh, princess.”
You obey and open your mouth wide, tongue spread flat against your bottom lip. Buggy slides his cock into your mouth slowly and takes his time, letting you adjust to his size. Once his leaking tip hits the back of your throat, you feel like you could cum from the feel of it all.
His fingers plunging in and out of you, making a river between your legs and staining the satin. His thumb rubs slow circles against your clit making you want to move it to the side and use your own hands. But you know better than to test his temper right now. And honestly, with the way that his dick is thrusting into your throat, you don’t think you have the brain power to please yourself. Speaking of mental strength, you almost forgot that the pirate can juggle, until you feel his grip back on your tits, teasing your nipples and fondling you as he moans.
“Fuck y/n, you’re such a good slut for me. Takin’ my cock like that, you like it don’t you. Having all of me down your throat, right baby.”
“M-mmhmn” You gasp, the vibrations making Buggy throw his head back and squeeze your breasts.
“Good hah- .. shit- girl.”
You swirl your tongue around the underside of his shaft and blink up at him, between the fucked out look on your face, the sinful sounds your making around his cock, and the way you tighten around his fingers, Buggy gasps, and slows his movements. All of them halting to match the lazy pace of his thumb on your clit. Until he pulls both his fingers out and his cock with a pop.
You inhale and lay your head back against him. “Nmn, why-”
“Don’t worry dollface, we aren’t done yet. Here.” With a smile, your gracious Captain hands you a half full cup of water. It’s clearly been on his bedside table since this morning, and the fact that the juices from your pussy are literally dripping from the disembodied hand that presents it to you makes you huff out a soft laugh.
As you drink in the water, Buggy melts at the sound of your lust-tinted joy.
Once done, you nod your head towards the clown, and he finishes off the cup and plops it down on some other surface.
“Still wet princess?” He teases, not waiting for a reply as he sucks off his fingers and uses his other hand to tease your stretched hole. Nodding, either at the taste, or the feel of your soaking folds, Buggy pulls you closer to him.
His dick is still hard and slick with your spit as it lifts itself from your thigh.
Now, your back is pressed fully against the Captain’s chest, his legs are holding yours open, and his cock is blushing at you from its perch on top of your pussy.
“Ready, dollface?” He whispers, hands on your tits while he slaps your clit with his length.
“Mhm!”
“Tell me, tell me the way you did earlier. All the things you want me to do to you.”
You hesitate, hand reaching up to play with his shoulder-length hair.
“Come on princess, don’t be shy, been there, done that.” He jokes, slamming his cock down again, harsher this time.
You hiss and turn to look into his candle lit eyes. They sink into yours and you relax, taking one of his sticky hands off your boobs and intertwining it with your own.
“I want you, Captain, I need you to fuck me. And to uhm, to claim me, make me yours. With your spit, your handprints, your nails down my back, your eyes on me, your lipstick, your cum, hell you can break out one of your knives if you promise to kiss it better after. I want to be all yours only yours Buggy. Ruin me for anyone else, you’re all I want all I- Mnph! Fuck- hah, nnmn Buggy! Babyy-”
Through your confession, Buggy slowly fucked his cock into you, taking his time to stretch you around his thick length. Each thrust allowing him further into your slick cunt. Till you got to the end, he pushed the rest in and stated fucking you fully. His pretty green eyes hidden from you as his long lashes flutter with pleasure.
“Shiiiiiit dollface, you’re a mnph, charmer ain’t cha. Taking me like this, talkin’ to me like that.”
He fucks you deeper with each word, his cock splitting you in half as your walls pull him in further. The sounds coming from your pussy are enough to make you try and force your legs shut. But Buggy’s strong thighs keep them spread.
“Ah ah ah, let me hear you princess, your cunts singing for me.” He chuckles darkly, you slap his leg in response and he only laughs harder.
“I’d whistle along if you.. Didn’t feel so, hnn, tight.”
“Goodness sakes Buggy.” You moan, shaking your head, though it's more because of the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body.
“You like it.” He hums, voice breaking off into a whimper. “Just like that y/n, good girl.”
You squeeze down at the sound of his approval and Buggy lets out a whine that’d make you think you were the one fucking him. His dick pounding into your heat as he gropes you shamelessly, one hand pinching your nipples and palming your tits. While the other roams over your tummy and hips.
“Yes Captain, you fuck mme so good, just how I want it… need you need you.” You whimper out, not knowing what you’re asking for, until you feel the refreshing bliss of Buggy’s lips against yours. Plush and still smeared with what's left of his makeup.
You bring your hand up into his hair as you lead the kiss, pulling at the roots while you nip his bottom lip. He growls and lifts his hand from your breasts and pulls a leg up higher to get his cock in deeper.
“Take it take it take it- baby shit, fuck, princess so fucking amazing, my showstopper mmhn-”
You feel his dick twitch inside you, his voice breaking for the sake of his moans as you join him in harmony, whining out at the feel of your muscles beginning to tighten eyes rolling back as… He stops.
“BUGGY! What! Why? I was so clooose!” You beg, blinking out tears of frustration. “Give it back!”
Panting, he shakes his head, a wicked grin crossing his face.
“That.. wasn’t very polite, fuck! Don’t squeeze like that y/n. I know that was on purpose.”
You huff at his scolding, guilty as charged, but still upset, you scowl and tighten your walls again. Even going as far as to bring a hand towards your clit. It doesn’t make it all the way as Buggy clasps it quickly with an irritated click of his tongue.
“You little brat. I was just about to do that, play with that pretty bud and press your legs together the way you’ve been straining to, then fuck you till you came.” He hums. Lazily drawing shapes over your tit with his free hand, eyes scanning over your sexy body with a pout.
“But now… You’ll do it.”
You cross your arms, looking up at him with a tilt of your head. “Hm?”
“Yeah, come on. Roll over and go head down ass up for me, slut.”
You pause, playing with his fingers.
“Heard me?”
His tone is dangerous, teetering on anger, you wonder what would happen if you did piss him off tonight. Would he kick you off his ship? Find a new seamstress and fuck some other lucky crewmate. Maybe one of the acrobats… The thought makes you sick with jealousy. What if you mess up whatever he wants you to do next? Hm, well no matter what, you have him for the night. And the last thing you’re gonna do is let stage fright creep in again and ruin it.
Just as he goes to speak again, you sit up. He moves to the side and lets you position yourself above the stain you’ve made on his sheets. Tits pressed against the dry part of the silk and ass hovering above your puddle of slick. What a sight. He whistles low and gives you a soft spank on the rear. Drinking in the sight of your skin rippling ever so slightly.
“Good. Ready for me?” He asks, setting himself up behind you.
“Mhmmph!”
He slides in with ease and starts fucking you like before, slamming his hips into yours. The force of his thighs against your own sends extra waves of pleasure through you. He continues at his harsh, fast, pace, ramming his thick cock into your dripping walls and groaning as he pleases the both of you.
Then, he slows. “Now you do it.”
“What?” You call, voice muffed slightly by the pillows you grasped at desperately, just moments ago.
“Thrust back onto me baby, you can do it.”
“Oh… Yes Captain.”
A slap echoes through the room, as well as your moan.
“Good slut. Go on.”
You do, starting with a mellow pace, you rock your hips back and sink your cunt onto Buggy’s length. You hear the sounds of your arousal smacking against the pirates skin as well as yours, the repetitive motion building in speed as you find your rhythm and chase after the climax you were denied.
“Mmn your dick is so fucking big Captain. Feels perfect inside of me. I was made for taking you like this.” You babble, eyes rolled back into your skull while you dig your nails into the pillows under you.
Buggy whines at your praise and detaches a hand to tease your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He slaps your ass again with his free hand and sighs blissfully at the whimper you let out.
You keep bouncing yourself onto him, your enthusiasm almost matching his previous pace. You feel his hand move from your tits and roam down your stomach and rest just below your clit, fingertips brushing against the eager bundle of nerves.
“Please! Please Buggy can I cum? I’m sorry about earlier! I want it… need you!”
You hear him hum, but can’t tell if he’s thinking or simply enjoying the way you slam back against him.
“Flip over for me.”
“What? But-”
“Last time princess I promise, wanna see you cum on my cock.”
Those words send a shiver down your spine and make you squeeze down involuntarily. With a quiet pop, you pull off and roll over.
Buggy, ever the gentleman, helps you shuffle away from the wet spot on the bed. You lay before him, head back against the silk pillows, face and body shining with sweat, eyes glazed over with lust. In your gaze, you see the same. His chest heaving, a grin spread wide on his face, and a wink from his soft green-blue eyes. How cute. You smile and blow him a kiss, the clown chuckles and catches it with a hand, then strokes his cock as if spreading the love along his shaft.
“How romantic.” You tease, spreading your legs for him.
“I do try, doll.” He hums, sinking himself back into you.
The pace is slower this time. But deep. He forces your legs back against your stomach and presses his hips down against yours. His balls slapping against your ass with each well timed thrust.
His tip bullies your cervix and brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, coaxing moan and whine after whimper and hiss out of you. Each slap of skin on skin punctuated with a cry of his name or a growl of yours.
It doesn't take long before you feel yourself on the edge again, the third time tonight. Your soaking hot cunt sucking the Captain’s cock down into your heat with flutters and squeezes that have him seeing stars.
“I’m close Captain, please please, let me cum. I need it.” You beg, blinking up at him with a pout on your plush, bruised, lips.
“Mhnn mhm baby I’m gonna give it to you. Just uh, where do you want it?” He asks, speeding up a little as his own peak inches closer.
“Inside, I meant it, wanna be yours. Claim me, please cum inside me Buggy… Or on my tits.”
“Fuckin’ hell y/n. Hah- you’re such a good fucking girl. Shit- baby I’m close, take it for me yea? Take it princess, every fuckin’ drop Every inch.”Buggy groans, head thrown back, eyes shut body tensing above you.
He continues his babbling, “Ugh- you slut begging for me like this, seducing me tonight. Mmnh! Fuck! Y/n, cum for me baby I’ll make you mine alright.” He opens his eyes, watching you now. The bounce of your tits, the way your pretty pussy looks taking him. Your loving and lustful gaze on him
“Hell I’m yours too you know, so take it! Fuck- my darling, my spotlight my-” He cuts himself off with a high pitched whimper, the feel of your walls spasming around him and your hands finding his own to squeeze his fingers as you cum.
“Buggy! Fuck! Give it to me, I'm cumming.”
“Shiit.” He growls. Feeling his dick twitch inside of you, the beggining of his orgasm filling your heat as he fucks it into you. Then, he pulls back and takes your hand in his and uses it to milk the rest out of himself as he paints your tits white with his cum. You tighten your grip on him and earn a few extra pumps of his climax, and a beautiful whimper from him as well.
“Good job Captain!"
He laughs weakly, flopping down next to you and wasting no time pulling you into his embrace.
“You did good too y/n. My showstopper.”
“All yours!” You beam, with the last of your energy.
“All mine.” He hums, as you both fall asleep.
~•~•~•~•~•~
Bonus!
"... We need a bath." You murmur, both of you still dipping in and out of slumber.
"In the mornin'" Buggy whispers, pulling you closer to stop any attempts of escape.
As if on queue, the chirps of birds is heard outside the ship, the Captain groans. Tucking his face into your shoulder.
nsfw; fem!reader, cuckholding || 1.k || what gets your bf to share you with his friends??
Bf!Sanji + Zoro — sharing is not caring: it’s pure spite on your boyfriend's part, honestly. He takes a lot of pride in having you as his and he is completely shameless when it comes to how you make him feel, in and out of the bedroom. So when the swordsman makes a snide remark about overhearing Sanji’s not-so-subtle whining/begging, well…he just challenges him to ‘fuck around and find out’.
“H-hah…fuuuuck.” Zoro’s head was thrown back onto the pillow, fists tight around the sheets since Sanji forbade him from actually touching you.
Sanji himself was seated across the room, lounged back with an infuriatingly (to Zoro) smug smirk on his face. “Lean back a little, baby, tilt those hips up…yeahh, like that.”
Eagerly following your boyfriend’s orders, the position made Zoro’s cock slide even deeper, causing the green-haired male to gasp.
“Just like that, c’mon, faster—“ he grunted, bucking his hips up. From his seat, Sanji scoffed, almost genuinely offended.
“Women shouldn’t be ordered around, especially not ma cherie. Beg her, stupid mosshead.”
Zoro would’ve refused. He did not beg— but you felt like fucking heaven and his orgasm was building in a way like nothing he’d ever felt before.
So you had Roronoa Zoro begging you to keep fucking him.
“Fuck, y/n, don’t stop— please, keep ridin’ me just like that, a little faster, please, please!” He was grunting, moaning, whimpering, and whining. He understood how you had Sanji acting like a depraved mess for you: you were a goddamn Angel or something.
“Lemme touch, ff—god, fuck, please let me touch, s’fucking close, g’na cum.” He didn’t exactly wait for permission, especially not Sanji’s; he couldn’t help it, he was still Zoro after all. His hands gripped your hips tightly and pulled you flush against him, raising you off the bed slightly as he came inside.
Sanji wasn’t thrilled at that, but he decided to overlook it. He’d just have Zoro clean it all up with his tongue…after begging for it, of course.
Bf!Luffy + Law — sharing is caring and Luffy cares a whole bunch! Your cheery boyfriend is laid back and rather emotionally perceptive. It doesn’t take a genius to realize Trafalgar Law’s habit of not taking care of himself when he allies with the crew. And Luffy thinks that’s no good! He knows you always make him feel good, so he’s presenting you to his friend with a wide smile.
“I-I’m still not really sure about-“ Law’s attempt at keeping composure breaks with a little groan, body tensing then melting within seconds.
He’d never been intimate with anyone, but even if he had, he’s sure no other person would be as attentive and caring as you.
You were bobbing your head along his cock at a steady pace, mouth gentle and not overwhelming, eager eyes locked on his every facial change.
“Y’really pretty.” You mumbled when you came up to tease the tip, much to the horror of his now flamingly-flustered self.
Luffy laughed and kicked his feet joyfully, watching with focused eyes. “Traffy’s still a little tense…make him cum, already!”
Law wasn’t ready for you to swallow him all down so suddenly, making a choked shout leave him as his hips bucked uncontrollably. He felt so dizzy with pleasure, fucking your mouth shallowly as Luffy himself guided your head.
“Feeling relaxed? Mouth’s s’warm and good, knew she’d make you feel like that. Y’look like you're close..can see you trembling, Traffy. Do that thing with y’r tongue, baby, make him finish.”
Your mouth paired with Luffy’s casual commentary made Law’s core tighten and burn— and before he could even choke out a warning, he was cumming harder than he ever had with his hand.
You swallowed it all down, sticking your tongue out to show him (to which he gave a strangled, cute, noise). Both of you let your chests heave for air until your breathing steadied, but by then, Luffy had another idea.
“Her cunt is pretty great, too. Let’s do that next.”
Bf!Shanks + Buggy — sharing is caring but only with certain people, you know? When Shanks ran into the clown, he was thrilled, much to Buggy’s dismay (and secret enjoyment). And what better way to tell your old best friend ‘it’s really good to see you’ than letting your girlfriend take his virginity?? Flashily.
Spread out on your boyfriend’s lap, back flush to his chest, was a position you were very familiar with. But this time, Buggy— who you’d just met a few hours ago— was directly in front of you, squirming- red faced- and panting.
And his disembodied cock was inside of you.
Buggy had been flabbergasted when Shanks casually suggested it, I mean, who thinks to use their powers that way?! That red haired pervert! But it was oddly appealing and Buggy was hot and bothered at the idea, so…here he is.
He couldn’t hide how good it felt. Buggy had always been a loud mouthed man and god was he loud. “Uhnnghh, fuck, s’tight ‘n warm, feels good, n-need t’go faster, harder—“
You thought Buggy was adorable. Encouraged by the low chuckles Shanks was breathing against your ear, you reached down and gripped the base of Buggy's lone cock, using it much like a dildo. Faster. Harder. Just like he’d wanted.
Shanks barked out a hearty laugh when Buggy cried out and bucked his hips against nothing at the sensation, lazily playing with your tits. “Amazing, innit she? My girl.”
“Ffu-uck you-“ Buggy gritted before whimpering, hands detaching and flying over to replace yours, fucking you himself again. “O-oh..she’s perfect..hnnng..”
With his body left just lying there thanks to his limbs doing their own thing, you leaned forward out of Shanks’ lap and pressed your mouth to Buggy’s sloppily, stroking his blue hair that had been broken free of its ponytail.
“Y’feel s’good, Buggy.” your whisper was a little whiny to match his own voice, free hand cupping his jaw. “‘N y’r s’pretty, too..sound so cute..”
He was on cloud fucking nine and absolutely ruined.
“Lemme cum inside, please, ‘m s’close, need it inside, don’t make me stop!” He gasped, eyes rolling back when you clenched around him tighter than before. He shifted his cock to keep pounding at that one spot inside of you.
Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by then, your frame slumped over Buggy’s with only your hips raised, thanks to your boyfriend’s grip, to leave Buggy room to fuck into you at the frantic pace he was using.
“Don’t gotta ask for permission! Can’t you see how much she wants it?” Shanks laughed again, smacking your ass. He watched with a sly grin as you both hit your highs, latched onto each other like glue.
When Buggy came down, feeling his cum dripping out of your cunt and splattering his abdomen, he practically had stars for eyes.
