𝜗ৎ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
𓍢ִ໋❀ luffy adores kissing your cheek. he'll usually suprise you by jumping onto your back and wrapping his arms and legs around you, before placing a big, sloppy kiss on your face.
𓍢ִ໋❀ zoro loves it when he's about to take a nap and you join him by dozing off on his shoulder. he takes these moments as an opportunity to kiss the top of your head.
𓍢ִ໋❀ sanji absolutely loves kissing your hands. you love it too, the way he so sweetly submits to you, caresses you, treats you like a queen. he wants nothing more than to devote himself to you.
𓍢ִ໋❀ law cherishes those moments when he's working late at night, with you by his side. you place your hand delicately on his non working hand, and he can't help but bring it to his face and kiss your knuckles.
𓍢ִ໋❀ ace has always been a sweet and simple man. on late nights when most of the crew has retired and the two of you get to share some peace together, it almost always involves you two kissing softly on the lips. it's both sweet and reassuring.
𓍢ִ໋❀ shanks can't help it when he drinks himself stupid at a bar and your sitting right next to him. he immediately leans in and leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin until he inevitably passes out.
𓍢ִ໋❀ crocodile loves nothing more than bringing you expensive gifts as forgiveness for hardly having time. seeing your face light up while he wraps diamonds around your neck always compels him to place a kiss on your forehead.
𓍢ִ໋❀ doflamingo believes himself to be the rightful owner of all, including your heart. he tends to grab your face and kiss you harshly, allowing you to taste his maliciousness, possessiveness, and the twisted love he holds towards you akin to a child and his belongings.
𓍢ִ໋❀ eustass kid won't even be loud or grand with his love, but he doesn't fail to show it in quiet ways. when he finally retires for the night he collapses right on top of you, leaving kisses on your stomach until he starts to snore.
Pairings! Luffy x reader, Zoro's x reader, Sanji x reader, Ace x reader, Shanks x reader, Law x reader, Kidd x reader, Doflamingo x reader, Smoker x reader, Crocodile x reader
➵Luffy would definitely be the one to kiss you first. Knowing him, he would definitely do it impulsively and with no hesitation at all. It would probably happen in a moment when he's happy or excited. He'd give you a quick peck on the lips and have the widest grin on his face afterwards. He probably wouldn't even realise it was your first kiss (probably his too) until he noticed how flustered you looked. Then he'd blink, tilt his head, and ask "Hehe, why're you all red" before grinning and kissing your cheek. Then before you could even process what happened, he already moved on and started talking about what would Sanji cook for dinner today.
➵Zoro probably wouldn't kiss you first. Zoro would be awkward at physical affection at first but once he get's used to it, he'll be the one to start things first. When you
kiss him for the first time, he would definitely freeze up and turn red. Then when you pull away from the kiss, he's completely frozen for a second. Then he mutters a quiet "tch" before looking the other way to hide his face. He'd probably avoid eye contact for a short while because his face heats up immediately. It would probably be in a private place because I don't think he's into PDA. Sure you both can link arms, hold hands, or a short hug. But that's it for him, anything else is a no. And kissing him when it's just the two of you just makes it more romantic and special.
➵Sanji would absolutely kiss you first. This guy perfectly planned every single second for this moment. It would definitely be somewhere romantic, like a sunset at the beach after a candle lit dinner. He'd stare into your eyes lovingly as he grabs the side of your face, asking "May I?" Because Sanji is an absolute gentleman and would always ask for consent, just incase you're not comfortable doing something. And after the kiss, he would probably say something cheesy like "oh the gods have blessed me with a kiss from a goddess" before fainting. Don't get me wrong he really tried to keep hiscomposure, but he can't help feeling this way about you.
➵Ace would impulsively kiss you first. It would probably happen in a place where you're both alone after everything went quiet. He's admiring you one moment then the next he ends up actually kissing you because why not? When you both pull away, Ace would then realise what he just did and get all flustered. Stuttering and fidgeting trying to explain himself. Then you shut him up by kissing him again, which made him more nervous and flustered.
➵Shanks would kiss you first. You both would be in a place alone together, and Shanks just decides "yep this is the right moment" and kisses you (it is the right moment). It could be on the ship deck late at night under the stars or in a field of flowers. He'd probably tease you first a little then as you laugh at his teasing. Then you notice he's just smiling at you, holding his gaze for a second longer than usual before leaning in and kissing you. Afterwards, he'd probably grin and say something stupid to tease you about it.
➵Law would maybe kiss you first. Law would think about it for way too long and over analyze the moment until it passes. This guy has tried so many times to kiss you but his mind gets in the way and the perfect opportunity slips. Law prefers a quiet atmosphere and no people except you both for anything like a first kiss like under the stars or while lying down somewhere private. And when it actually does happen, his whole body becomes slightly tense and controlled. Afterwards, on the outside he looks completely fine with a slight blush on his cheek. Internally is a different story, this guy's mind over analysis every moment and his whole mind becomes a disaster. But if he took too long and you kiss him first, Law would be a disaster inside and out. He'd freeze and get all flustered and shy trying to hide his face. And when you make a comment or tease him about it he'd say "Shut it" and hide his face from you.
➵Kidd would kiss you first, but in an angry way. The first kiss would probably happen mid argument or when your both annoyed at each other. You would be arguing with him, scolding him for being reckless then he just harshly grabs your face and shut you up with a kiss. I imagine the first kiss would be rough and brash. That's just simply his nature. Then when he pulls away and you say "What was that for?!", he grumbles and replies like "tch, you won't shut up". Then you scold him even more because that was your first kiss and he just took it in the least romantic moment.
➵Doflamingo would kiss you first. He'd kiss you when the moment feels like it for him. It'd be both soft and rough and completely in his terms. Doflamingo would grab your cheek all of the sudden and kiss you. He's also definitely really confident and cocky about the whole thing. And afterwards when you ask him "What was that for?" Because you completely didn't expect it, he'd just grins and say "Why, cat got your tounge?". And would definitely tease you if you suddenly get all shy and flustered.
➵Smoker would kiss you first, but you'd have to wait for a long time. Unlike Luffy and Ace, Smoker isn't impulsive at all. He's the type to think things through and definitely at the right moment. It would probably happen where something happens after a moment of tension and he just stops thinking and does it. Like getting separated during a battle and he gets worried because he can't find you. Then afterwards, he finally finds you and just pulls you in for a kiss suddenly. He'd lean his forehead on top of yours and say "Don't disappear on me like that ever again" because this guy genuinely loves you and can't bear the thought of losing you.
➵Crocodile would kiss you first. Once he decides he wants to kiss you, it will happen. Because one thing about Crocodile is that once he decides something, he'll follow through with it. If the moment was interrupted by somebody walking in or some other reason, he'll shoot them a glare and continue with what he planned. It would be both slow and rough, because he's just never been the type to rush. Then afterwards he just looks into your eyes and smile at you, which is a rare sight considering how composed and nonchalant he is. Matter of fact, you're probably the only person that can make him smile genuinely.
picking up the call or keep fucking you? it's such a dumb question when both can be done.
A/N: based on this request, it was a fun one, press f for mihawk tho. i'm sorry i'm late on my usual schedule, my neck hurts like hell. enjoy the meal.☆
CW: f!reader, established relationship, specific CW are listed under each character
WC: 2k
Sabo got you in a chokehold, one gloved hand squeezing your throat, the other gripping your waist almost painfully, making you gasp and cry out with each thrust. Your nails try to find a grip on his shoulders as he pounds into you hard enough to make the desk shake, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, eyes blazing with passion. “That’s it sweetheart, taking me like a good girl,” He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day… You have no idea how many times I jerked off imagining being inside you.”
Face flushed, mind invaded with dirty pictures of Sabo jerking off while working at the same desk you’re sitting on, your wrap your legs around his waist, letting out strangled moans. Even more when he yanks up your top and bra, exposing your breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips. Sabo didn’t even bother locking the door - anyone could just walk in and see him pounding into you with all his might. He doesn’t care, solely focused on tightening his grip around your throat, kneading your breast with his free hand, gloved fingers circling your nipple. “You-” The ring of the snail phone fills the room, interrupting the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. “Just ignore it,” you mutter, knowing damn well he’s a professional when it comes to not picking up a call. But Sabo gives you a lovely smile that doesn’t match how rough he’s taking you. “Shh,” he warns, pulling out slightly and hitting your sweet spot hard enough to make your eyes roll back. He lets go of your breast, answering the call, keeping you impaled on his cock. “Koala,” he says calmly, his hips continuing his brutal pace without missing a beat. “What is it?”
You bite your lips, trying to muffle your moans, Sabo’s eyes flickering between your burning cheeks and the sight of his cock sliding in and out, glistening with your wetness. Mind hazy, you barely listen to the conversation, way too focused on trying to muffle your little whines. Koala, totally oblivious to the fact her boss is buried balls deep inside his girlfriend, is talking about mission details and reports and Sabo listens, his focus perfectly split between you and his duties. “Noted,” he replies softly with his usual warm tone. Your nails dig deeper into Sabo’s skin, your legs trembling when his hand lets go of your neck to find your clit, circling it lazily with his thumb. “Got it, understood,” he speaks softly, rubbing your clit lightly, feeling how your cunt spasms around him, the overwhelming pleasure building inside you slowly reaching the point of no return. He pulls out almost the way out before slamming right back inside you, making you cry out. “Shh.”
Desperate, biting your swollen lips, choking on your own moans, you let out other broken sounds. “Are you okay, Sabo?” He looks down at you and slides two gloved fingers inside your mouth, pushing them down your throat to silence you.
“Everything is fine, Koala,” Sabo replies with a lovely smile - as if you weren’t gagging and drooling on his glove, legs shaking uncontrollably. He continues to roll his hips, knowing you’re right on the edge, pussy clenching around him. “Keep me updated.”
“G-gonna..” you try to speak weakly and Sabo ends the call mid-sentence, not even giving Koala the chance to achieve her report. “Damn, you’re noisy, sweetheart. But I couldn’t let you cum in silence when you’re always making the prettiest sounds for me.” He murmurs, taking off his fingers to squeeze your throat again as he watches your face contort in pleasure. The second his thumb finds your swollen clit once more, orgasm hits you so hard your vision goes white for a second.
“You’re clenching around me like a vice,” Sabo whispers, your juice dripping down his length and on the desk, your cunt milking his cock so nice he inhales sharply. “Making a mess on my desk… that call really turned you on.”
ft.Sir Crocodile
CW: office sex,rough sex, domination, slight spanking, press f for mihawk
Crocodile’s rings dig into your hips, his strong grip holding you in place, keeping you full and stuffed while you squirm, nails clawing the wood of his desk. His golden hook tightens around your neck, choking you slightly each time his hips snap forward, his length disappearing inside your tight cunt. “Stay in place,” He commands firmly. “But you’re supposed to have a meeting with Mihawk, h-” You don’t even have the chance to achieve your sentence, Crocodile bends you harder over his desk, almost folding you in half, back arched in a mean angle. “And? I’m busy fucking my wife right now.” He says through gritted teeth, pulling out before slamming back in, his fat tip hitting your cervix. “And I don’t like hearing my wife saying someone else's name.”
His hand leaves your hip to spank your ass roughly, his rings making you whine in pain. Nonchalant, Crocodile takes a drag from his cigar, using the beautiful curve of the small of your back as an ashtray, watching how you jolt. Immediately, his fingers steady you again, his thick length sliding in and out you with wet, sloppy sounds, his heavy balls slapping against your flesh. “Always making the filthiest noises for me.”
Brutally, he releases your neck and your body goes limp, your face almost smashing against the desk, your breasts squishing against it. Papers scatter everywhere, the poor desk shaking and begging for mercy more than you.
Your high heels almost slip on the floor as you struggle to stay upright and Crocodile gives your ass another rough spank. “Behave,” he grunts as if he weren’t the one that pulled your shirt up enough to expose your breasts and yanked up your skirt, panties sloppily tossed to the side. “I’m going to break my ankles,” you whine but Crocodile doesn’t slow down. “The only thing that's going to break is you once I'll be done.” Your high heels continue to wobble precariously, and you hold onto the edge of the desk as you would hold to your dear life.
The snail phone that miraculously didn’t fall from the desk suddenly buzzes loudly and Crocodile doesn’t even pause his thrusts. “Pick it up,” he commands, his thick cock stretching you wide open. “Tell Mihawk I’ll be late.” He adds, taking another drag of his cigar before blowing the smoke out over your back.
“I can’t…” You wail between moans. “Answer. That is what a secretary is supposed to do.” His tone leaves no room for negotiation. Weakly, when you pick up the call, Mihawk immediately asks where Crocodile is, without bothering hiding the annoyance in his tone. “S-Sir Crocodile is…” You trail off, muffling a moan when his tip hits your sweet spot. “... busy.” You gasp, panting.
“Busy with what exactly?” Mihawk asks, suspicious. Unfazed, Crocodile slams inside you, his cock twitching. His golden hook cups your throat once more. “Tell him…” He murmurs softly against your ear, pulling out almost completely before slamming right back inside you to emphasize his point. “I’m busy taking care of important matters,”
“Busy… withimportantmatters,” you answer weakly, voice high-pitched.
Mihawk pauses, probably noticing how breathless you sound. “Really?” You open your mouth in a silent scream. Crocodile’s thick length never stops moving, fucking you so deep and making your eyes roll back. You can barely think straight, let alone sound normal, his hips snapping against your ass, sloshing noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping against skin filling the office.
Brain totally mush, unable to find a good excuse, you turn your head, looking at Crocodile, seeking for his help. “Answer,” He urges you. “Tell him I’m handling delicate negotiations.”
Biting your lips, trying to brace yourself, you open your mouth but let out a strand of incoherent sounds, Crocodile bullying your sweet spot on purpose, your dripping wet pussy making the filthiest, lewd noises.
“Crocodile. Wrap your ‘negotiation’ soon. And wash your hand.” Mihawk speaks coldly, voice thick with disgust and irritation before ending the call brutally.
When Smoker is back home, the first thing in his mind is not to take off his uniform but to feel how tight and wet you feel around him. Especially with your legs smashed against your chest, his thick length buried so deep inside you it feels like he’s aiming for your soul, savoring each deep thrust into you, the poor couch creaking and sinking under his weight. His uniform coat opened on his strong chest rustles, hanging loosely on his broad shoulders, his cigars forgotten in the astray filling the room with tobacco scent.
“Sorry for coming home so late… Work was a nightmare” Smoker murmurs, brushing your thighs. “But this fucking cunt is pure heaven…” His hips snap, setting a pace rough enough to let go of all his stress and frustration. How debauched he looks, with his pants just pulled down enough to free his hard length, his hair totally disheveled from how hard you held his head when he was eating you out like if your pussy was his first meal in months.
Pupils dilated with lust, he hits that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and cry out his name loudly, your dripping wet cunt soaking his cock. “Always ready for me…” He whispers, watching how you’re taking him so well, every single inch. “You have no idea how much I needed this… fucking you senseless.”
“Harder,” You beg between two desperate moans. “That’s what I like to hear…” His hands grip your legs tightly, using them to pound into you with all his strength, his hips slapping against your thighs. “Fuck, look at you…” He murmurs, leaning to capture your mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing your sweet cries, his pace never slowing down.
“Open your mouth,” he commands and you obey, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, when the little snail phone in his coat pocket starts to ring. By habit, Smoker grabs it, ready to answer. “Don’t pick up the call, just keep fucking me,” you beg, but Smoker is just a workaholic, so he answers without thinking. “What?” He snaps, voice professional but thick with his annoyance. “Tashigi, what’s wrong?” His voice softens, but he keeps thrusting hard inside you, giving you deep thrusts leaving you gasping for air.
Face flushed, you try to ignore the fact he’s casually talking to his subordinate and your friend right now, but moans keep escaping you. Smoker glances at you, slowly pulling out to flip you on your stomach, lifting up your hips. With one strong hand, he pins your head against the couch cushion to muffle your moans and slam right back inside you.
Balls slapping against your wet cunt, he moves to a steady rhythm, but still, he keeps talking calmly, in control. “Focus, you don’t need me, you can handle it.” Drooling into the cushion, your nails try to find a grip, Smoker sliding deeper into you, making you whimper and whine. Eyes glued to your ass jiggling, Smoker takes a deep breath, trying his best to focus but you’re taking him so well it’s hard to not be hypnotized. “Just trust your own judgment and justice, don’t follow orders blindly,” he says, voice raspy, his cock throbbing inside you as he adjusts your position, keeping you pinned and helpless.
With each thrust, his tip hits that spot inside you, making your whole body shake under the strength of your orgasm. “Yeah, you got this. Goodnight.” Smoker ends up the call quickly, releasing your head. “How did it feel to muffle your screams while I was buried all the way inside you?” He asks, spanking your ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red mark. “You’re so debauched, love.”
Hands gripping your hips, Smoker keeps you helpless, all spread out for him, fucking you hard enough to make you cry out his name properly, clear and loud this time.
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. type shit i be doing instead of studying as god intented me to do in this period before uni comes and quick my butt. i didn't add more because i got tired (😭). @raven725 (my wifey) wanted to be tagged, and she gets whatever she wants.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. dracule mihawk, sir crocodile, shanks, buggy, smoker donquixote doflamingo, donquixote rosinante, trafalgar d. law, killer & eustass kid.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. headcanons for petnames each of them would give you, plus a short scenario..
petnames for you pt. i
—His choice of pet names is: "my treasure", "my quiet". He'll use them in regards of your temperament during the day, whether you get on his nerves or are behaving moderately.
Mihawk walked behind you, as silent as a shadow. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, stealing your attention away from the book you were reading in his dimly lit mansion. Your eyes made contact soon after.
❝My treasure… Will you train with me, or keep pretending you don’t feel my eyes on you?❞ He didn't smile, but his gaze softened visibly.
—His choice of pet names is: "darling", "(my) gem". Does everything he says drip with both luxury and danger? Yes, we wouldn't have it in any other way.
To no one's surprise, Sir Crocodile was smoking in his office. The expensive cigar was soon taken away from his lips, you had taken hold of it. He caught your wrist with his hand gently, not letting you get any further away.
❝Careful, gem… If you take something from me, you’ll have to offer something better.” His smirk was pure, addictive poison, just like his tobacco.
—His choice of pet names is: "sweetheart", "love". He's the definition of warmth and simplicity in one. His words are as sincere as how he presents himself to you.
The crew was partying wildly. The last mission had gone wonderfully well, having retrieved what you were looking for. Shanks had his arm thrown around you, hearty laughter escaped past his lips as you two moved around, a little messily, until he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.
❝Sweetheart, if you keep dancing like that, I’ll have to kick everyone out so I can keep you to myself.❞ He might be joking… Or not. That was for you to judge.
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) star", "pretty thing". It was evident he'd dramatize his affection as if it were a performance on its own. Don't mind it, though.
Once more, Buggy had failed a new trick he was trying to master. A spectacular failure, for sure. But you clapped anyway, motivating his poor attempts further.
❝I knew my star would support me! It’s for you that I shine!❞ He puffed up with clear pride… Then immediately tripped over. You were quick to help him get back up, trying not to laugh.
—His choice of pet names is: "hey, you", "love". The first one was how he called for your attention early on; he's silly like that. Nevertheless, you did make him soften up later on, even though he pretends he's not absolutely head over heels.
You were invading his space, as he liked to call it, sitting on his desk doing nothing specific. Smoker came in soon after, not hesitating in removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. His excuse?
❝It’s cold, love… Don’t look at me like that. I won’t say it twice.❞ He absolutely did say it again. As long as it may make you smile at him.
—His choice of pet names is: "sweetness", "(my) treasure". If he addresses you with a pet name, be sure it'll always be laced with a possessive undertone, one impossible to ignore.
You two were inside his office, spending some quality time together away from prying eyes. You were sitting on his lap while Doflamingo read reports. One of his hands was comfortably settled on your curves, tracing your waist lazily.
❝Sweetness… Don't squirm. You're distracting me. Unless…❞ He lowered his glasses enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. ❝… That's exactly what you want.❞
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "little one". His affection is full of heart… Jokes aside, this man is so soft and clumsy at the same time that it's difficult not to swoon for him.
Donquixote Rosinante, aka Corazon, was attempting to light a cigarette, the usual. But he soon set his coat on fire… Again. You rushed to his side, trying to help him put out the fire.
❝Angel, I swear this time wasn’t my fault…❞ He whispered with that lovingly silly smile of his, his arms awkwardly wrapping around you as he laughed at his own clumsiness.
—His choice of pet names is: "Y/n-ya", "adorable idiot". The last one is specifically used for when you make him worry too much, which could be any other day, to be honest.
You walked past his office, finding the lights still on despite the late hours. You couldn't have that happening, not for two nights in a row. You stepped inside, demanding that he rest properly for once. Surprisingly, Trafalgar sighed, set down his scalpel, and met your eyes head-on.
❝Y/n-ya… If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have to actually listen.❞ Cheesy, but it worked. He went to sleep right away, with you by his side, of course.
—His choice of pet names is: "(my) angel", "partner". I must admit, it's beautiful to see him feel at ease with someone enough to let his walls down. He sees you as an angel sent from above, always there for him.
It was late already, late enough for you two to be cooking dinner together. As expected, it was spaghetti. Killer attempted to taste the sauce through his mask and failed miserably. You couldn't contain it and laughed at the look his mask was left in.
❝Fafafa… Don’t laugh, angel.❞ You laughed harder. He joined you, unrestrained.
—His choice of pet names is: "spark", "my favourite disaster". Challenge him, please. That's the way to get into this man's heart. Make him trip over his thoughts, and that smirk of his will never leave his red lips.
Kid was in the middle of readjusting the metal on his arm, giving it some due maintenance after the latest fight. That was when you came in, not missing a beat and teasing him. Soon enough, he was grinning dangerously.
❝Come here, spark. If you’re gonna provoke me, stay close enough to see what happens.❞ He pulled you in with a magnetic gesture, literally. You had it all planned, didn't you?
summary: as both a former warlord and headliner of the cross guild, sir crocodile has appearances to keep up. despite that, he has one major soft spot - his wife. that's why during work hours, he has to pretend he barely knows you, lest he show you the affection he so desperately yearns to.
pairing: crocodile / secretary! reader
wc: 2.0k
tags: f! reader, fluff, crocodile loves his wife, soft crocodile, i'll stand by that agenda forever why would he marry you if he hates you and neglects you, he pampers the shit out of you, mihawk comes thru for the clutch
"Good morning, sirs." You greeted your three bosses as they walked into work together towards the conference room, sitting at the desk just outside.
"Goooood morning!" Buggy chirped, flashing you a thumbs up. "Keep up the good work today!" Mihawk inclined his head slightly towards you, a silent show of respect for both your hard work - and, more likely - putting up with Buggy all the time.
"Meetings." Crocodile asked shortly, taking his cigar out of his mouth and hiding it behind his back as he caught your glare towards him.
"Certainly, sir." You said calmly, eyebrow twitching just the slightest bit. You'd told him to cut down on the smoking, especially indoors. "The three of you have your bi-monthly bounty hunter meeting today, so please be sure to have new bounties on Marines prepared by noon. Aside from that, standard operations."
"Thank you." Mihawk said, walking towards his office, likely to grab his documents per your instruction, as the meeting was just a few hours away.
"What should I do until the meeting?" Buggy blinked, pointing at himself.
"Prepare?" Crocodile's deep voice rumbled, as he scoffed in disbelief. "Do you need to be coddled every second of your day?"
"I was just checking if there was anything else I needed to do!" Buggy exclaimed, pointing at you. "Our cute little secretary has all the info I need!"
Crocodile crushed his cigar in his hand, still behind his back. The ashes fell to the floor. "Just get the papers."
A bead of sweat rolled down Buggy's face, collecting pale makeup as it reached his chin. "I sense I've done something wrong." He turned on his heel and fled into his office, locking it tightly.
Crocodile turned back to you, saying nothing. You flipped through your papers, checking through any calls that you might be expecting or need to make - likely for Crocodile himself, who was always on the lookout for new business partners.
The man began to reach into his coat pocket for a cigar, only to stop himself. He was still in front of your desk. You glanced at him for just a second, before opening the drawer of your desk and handing something to him.
"Your lunch, sir." You said, as he took it from you. "You forgot it at home again."
His jaw clenched, and he opened the container with his hand, peering inside. His favorite, grilled crocodile over rice. Some vegetables with teriyaki sauce, some fruit for dessert. A note stuck to the lid, saying "Do your best today!"
He tucked the lunch container into his inner pocket, and his hand flexed as if to reach for you. Your eyes shot to his, before sliding behind him. A warning.
Crocodile followed your gaze, sighing as he saw Mihawk's piercing eyes observing the two of you from his office window. He blinked once, before flicking his wrist to roll down the curtains, likely returning to his paperwork.
"Be careful, now." You said, jotting down notes for your call at two. "Best to follow the rules you set."
You held no grudge against your husband for the decision he made. It was likely best for you, too, if he pretended to only know you in a coworker capacity, lest people begin to think you didn't work for the position.
Plus, had he not set the rule for the two of you, it was likely that he'd be attached to you all day until you both went home together - and he'd be attached to you then, too.
"...Yes." He muttered, watching you work. He began walking away, but paused right as he reached his door, turning just the slightest bit. "Do your best today."
You smiled, stopping your notetaking to meet his eyes. The moment your eyes met, he looked away, as if he couldn't bear to see you any longer. "I'll see you after work, Sir."
Each day was just like that. Absolute torture. He wanted nothing more than to sit in the same room as you, have you tuck into his side for hours on end, reading newspapers in silence and discussing any new developments in the world.
A domestic life, like a normal husband and wife. His time in Alabasta with you was rather close to that, before that damned Straw Hat came along. But now, Straw Hat wasn't even the problem.
The Cross Guild was formidable, to say the least. All former warlords, all incredibly strong pirates, all (except, perhaps Buggy - though maybe Crocodile could be nice and give it him the credit) capable of toppling the power structure of the sea.
Yet, that wasn't the issue either. Power was not the issue. The issue was that his coworkers - your coworkers, were incredibly nosy. Buggy was much more perceptive than he let on, he had to know something was going on. Of course, then, he spent his free time teasing Crocodile purely for the sake of it, just to get a reaction out of him.
Mihawk never gave an indication that he knew anything. But he didn't have to, because both of you could always feel his eyes on you, observing every move, every gesture, the slightest touches.
So you both agreed to pretend not to know each other outside of a coworker capacity, for the sake of reputation and for the sake of work. You were the Cross Guild's formidable secretary, efficient, quick, and diligent. You didn't want that spoiled for you, nor did Crocodile want to appear soft.
But god, was it hell. When you had free time, you would run their errands. Bring Buggy news on Straw Hat and Shanks, bring Mihawk the newest books he wanted to read (and secretly, updates on Zoro and Perona), bringing Crocodile more cigars and the freshest newspapers.
Buggy would always try to keep you longer than needed, making idle chit-chat. You'd entertain it, because at the end of the day, you had three bosses and he was unfortunately one of them - plus, he was actually quite good company and very funny to listen to.
During times like this, you could always feel Crocodile's temper simmering behind his door.
Mihawk never caused problems like that. He would nod in appreciation, perhaps occasionally ask you for a wine catalogue, but he'd never pry, and you'd typically be on your way within a few minutes.
For some reason, visiting your husband was the most awkward. The two of you would broil in silence as you darted around the office, ensuring that everything was in order, sometimes handing him yet another meal if he was working late.
He'd do his best to make normal conversation like the two of you did at home, but he had immense difficulty doing so without eventually doting on you.
He'd always start missing you most around midday, because there was typically enough work in the morning that he could busy himself with paperwork and distract himself from his wife, who sat just outside his office working herself.
But at midday, it seemed like it was more than just four hours - more like four days, since you'd woken up just a bit before him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your face into his chest, peppering kisses all over him before you went to get ready for work, going in a hour before he did.
Instead of lying in bed to catch an extra hour of sleep, he'd watch you get ready, smiling when you put your work outfit on, whether it be skirt or tights, pants or dress. If you allowed it, he'd comb through your hair gently as you did your morning skincare routine. If you had extra time before leaving, you'd help him slick back his hair, checking his hook for rust, and fluffing up his coat.
You'd both put your wedding rings on a discrete, thin chain around your necks, letting it hang like a necklace during work hours and still keeping it on you. It was likely easier to just leave the rings at home, but Crocodile would rather die than leave the strongest sign of your bond behind.
So you can imagine how tiresome it was for him to have to go into work and pretend the two of you had nothing.
"Your wife seems a bit upset." Mihawk said, face covered by a book and his outlandishly large hat. His body was leaned back deeply into his chair, the late night getting to him. Buggy had gone home for the night, but Mihawk and Crocodile were still in, having an actual job to do.
Crocodile stiffened in the chair across from Mihawk, eyes automatically sliding to your desk outside where you looked exhausted, arguing with someone on the Transponder Snail as you rubbed your temple with your free hand. You felt his gaze, smiling at him weakly, before turning your attention back to the snail.
Crocodile sighed. There was no point in lying to Mihawk - he wasn't the type to initiate conversation, especially not about a topic he wasn't sure he was knowledgeable about. It was a long time coming, him addressing your relationship.
"It's our anniversary." Crocodile responded, voice deep and exhausted as he flipped through the newest bounties he was going to put out, ensuring that the values were correct before they were released. "Neither of us would prefer to be working so late today, but it can't be helped. It isn't as if our so-called 'President' will be much help when it comes to proofreading."
Mihawk calmly closed his book, looking over to your desk. Of course, you noticed this too, shooting him a strained smile as you leaned back in your chair, face getting gradually more agitated with whoever was on the other end of the call. His eyes slid back to Crocodile, whose cigar was whittling away in his mouth, ashes uncharacteristically falling all over his lap as he rubbed at his eyes.
"Just this once." Mihawk said, reaching his hand out for Crocodile's papers. The man looked up inquisitively, puffing out a large cloud. "I'll cover your workload, just this once. Go home, and spend time with your wife."
"There's no need." Crocodile protested. In all fairness, there's nothing he'd like more than to go home now, but he'd never want to owe Mihawk a thing, nor would he want to seem less capable. It was bad enough that Mihawk knew of your relationship.
"Don't think of it as a favor." Mihawk sighed, standing up slightly to pluck the papers out of Crocodile's hand, before sitting back down and starting to read. "You and your wife stay after hours the most out of any of us. In a way, I'm paying you back - so leave the papers with me and go celebrate your anniversary."
Crocodile put out his cigar in the ashtray next to him, staring at Mihawk. The greatest swordsman in the world merely ignored him, eyes focused on the papers intensely, determined to do the job right. Plus, he had a point, and Crocodile knew it. It was you and him that stayed late the most often.
If there was one day you two could slack off, it should be this one.
Crocodile slung his coat over his shoulders, heading for the door before pausing, hand on the handle. "I appreciate this, Mihawk."
"Don't mention it." He shrugged, sipping his wine and yawning a bit. "Just ask your wife to bring me the newest wine catalogue tomorrow."
Crocodile nodded, swinging the door outwards and walking to your desk, gently taking the receiver out of your hands and hanging up the Transponder Snail.
Clank.
You blinked at him, eyes weary and inquisitive. Before you could ask, he slung his coat over your shoulders and helped you out of the chair, pushing it into the desk. Then he lifted you up, a warm hand holding your shoulders, cold hook carefully circled around your thigh as he walked out of the building.
"We're going home, love." He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good work today."
You relaxed in his arms, practically melting. "Mihawk felt nice today, did he?"
He pressed another kiss to your cheek, making you laugh. "Certainly. Please bring him the newest wine catalogue tomorrow. Perhaps we should gift him something, too.
Which of them - OP you think yould be really into curves? Like they would even go so far as to buy their partner outfits with deep cut out cleverige or short skirts or tight pants and lingerie that they want to see them in?
As a curvy, busty woman, I feel this in my soul
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Nami - No one, not even Sanji, loves women more than Nami. She's a pervert. Those curves are everything to her, she can't keep her hands off of you. She's handsy, always touching your hips and stomach and ass, even in company.
She puts her shopping trips to good use. She's big into lingerie. She goes feral at the sight of lace against your skin.
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Sanji - You know it. If you're talking to him in a low-cut top, he just stops functioning all together and doesn't register anything you say to him. He'll happily go shopping with you and watch you try anything you want, the tighter the better.
He likes to take his time to worship your curves. You're the most beautiful creature in all the world to him and he makes sure you know that without a doubt.
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Zoro - He doesn't ever really think about what it is that attracts him to you, but he finds himself always staring at your curves when you're doing something. He'll cover it up by saying he is just watching over you to protect you. His eyes will constantly flick down to your chest while you're trying to talk to him. I don't know why, but he gives me vibes that he likes someone with some meat on their bones.
Zoro is way less concerned with what you're wearing than the others, but the man appreciates your ass in a good pair of jeans.
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Franky - A self-proclaimed pervert. Obviously, Franky loves himself some tits and ass but he's also a real man, and that means he appreciates all those extra curves that come with them. He loves to rest his head on your tummy after a long day in the workshop.
He's very shameless in his appreciation, he'll tell you exactly how he feels about your curves with no regard for who can hear it. He's extra appreciative of your thighs.
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Crocodile - He's a grabber. Your hips, your ass, your thighs, your soft cheeks; nothing is safe from his grasp. He's got one good hand, and he's gonna use it. He likes to feel the weight of you in his lap, too.
You better believe that man is gonna shower you in all the designer pieces and intricate lingerie he can get his hands on. He's a perv, but he's a classy perv.
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Hancock - Why aren't there more lesbian Boa truthers? Like Hancock with internalised homophobia, attaching herself to the first man who shows her kindness because that's what she believes she's supposed to do…come on guys. She's a true woman enthusiast, she loves women in all shapes and sizes. Your curves are nothing short of sacred to her.
She'd have you customised pieces made to your exact measurements. She's blatant in her staring when it's just the two of you.
other pirates / antagonists - m!one piece x chubby fem!reader
He pulls you back onto him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation
featuring. shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pwp, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, inappropriate use of devil fruits, cnc, dirty talk
Shanks
Shanks had you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
His cock dragged along your walls at an almost torturous pace, stretching you open so perfectly with every deep, lazy thrust. He savored the way your soft curves trembled beneath him, how your plush thighs squeezed around him, and the little gasps you made each time he ground against that sweet spot of yours.
"Easy now, sweetheart," he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm with that signature grin. "No need to rush... I could stay buried in you like this all night."
His hand roamed appreciatively over the soft swell of your stomach, squeezing gently, then moved up to cup one of your tits as he kept up his unhurried rhythm. The pleasure built gradually, wave after wave, until it became too much and your nerves felt raw, oversensitive from how long he'd been edging you like this.
"Shanks--nngh, please--it's too much," you whimpered, pushing weakly at his chest.
You twisted beneath him and started crawling away on shaky arms, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.
A playful, husky chuckle escaped him.
Before you could get far, his arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you right back toward him and he pinned you down into the bed in one smooth motion and pulled your hips up high.
"Oh no you don't," Shanks laughed, voice thick with teasing affection. "You're not slipping away from me that easy."
He lined himself up and slammed his cock back inside you in one hard thrust, bottoming out deep. The sudden roughness made you cry out into the sheets.
His pace shifted instantly, no longer slow and lazy. He started pounding into you with powerful, relentless snaps of his hips, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Your soft curves bounced and jiggled with every brutal thrust, ass rippling as he drove into your soaked pussy.
"Fuuuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, gripping your hip tightly, fingers sinking into plush flesh. "All warm and tight... squeezing me so good even when you're trying to get away."
You sobbed from the overstimulation, legs shaking hard, but Shanks kept you anchored in place. His hand slid under you to grope your stomach lovingly while simultaneously yanking you back onto his cock with each forward thrust.
He leaned over your back, red hair tickling your skin as he nipped at your shoulder.
"C'mon, baby... don't fight it," he teased breathlessly, voice still carrying that warm, cheeky tone even as he railed you harder. "I know you can take it. My pretty girl always does ♥"
He angled his hips to hit your sweet spot over and over, fucking you with rough, confident strokes. Sweat slicked your bodies as he kept up the intense rhythm, clearly loving how overwhelmed and messy you were for him.
Every time you tried to squirm forward even a little, he just laughed softly and pulled you right back, burying himself deeper.
"That's it... let me hear those pretty sounds," he praised, voice husky. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this perfect body."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk had you pinned beneath him in a deep mating press, his movements slow and precise as he rolled his hips.
His cock slid in and out of your creaming pussy with controlled depth, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you. He watched your face intently with those sharp golden eyes as one large hand rested possessively on the plush swell of your stomach, fingers occasionally pressing down hard until he could feel himself moving inside you.
"You are trembling already," he observed quietly, voice low and composed. "Yet your body continues to pull me deeper."
The slow, intense rhythm had gone on for so long that pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation. Every stroke felt like too much, your walls fluttering and twitching around his cock as tears gathered in your eyes.
"Mihawk, L-love--I need a moment--" you gasped, voice breaking.
You pushed against his chest and twisted away, managing to slip from his grasp just enough to roll onto your stomach. On trembling legs, you started crawling toward the edge of the bed, desperate for relief.
You could hear a quiet exhale from behind you before his hand shot out with lightning speed, fingers wrapping firmly around your thick ankle. With one powerful tug, Mihawk yanked you back across the sheets until he had you where he wanted again.
"Escaping me?" His velvet voice murmured, laced with subtle amusement. "How foolish."
He flipped you onto all fours and mounted you instantly with no warming and slammed his cock back inside you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden roughness ripped a strangled moan out of you.
Mihawk began fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with raw power and precision. Each punishing thrust made your plush thighs and ass ripple violently, your tits jostling beneath you while being pressed into the mattress.
"You will not run," he growled low, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back while the other gripped your soft hip hard enough to leave marks. He pulled you back onto his cock with every forward drive, his balls tapping at your clit, stimulating you even further.
Your body shook uncontrollably from the overstimulation, but Mihawk showed no mercy. He railed you with deep, devastating strokes, angling perfectly to hit that sensitive spot inside you without fail.
"So soft and warm around me," he murmured, voice strained yet still controlled. "Yet so greedy. You can take more of this."
He leaned over your back, teeth sinking sharply into your shoulder as he pounded harder. Sweat glistened on your skin as he kept you locked in place, refusing to let even an inch of distance form between you.
Every time you tried to crawl forward even slightly, his grip tightened and he dragged you right back, impaling you deeper on his thick cock. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his rhythm remained relentless and dominant.
"Stay," he commanded quietly, voice rough with lust. "You will come again for me like this. I want to feel you fall apart while I take what is mine."
Mihawk's intense gaze burned into you as he continued, wringing every broken moan and shudder from you with masterful control.
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo lounged back against the headboard with a lazy grin while you straddled him, riding his cock with exhausted rolls of your hips.
Your thighs burned as you ground down on his cock, barely able to do more than slow, tired circles. Sweat glistened on your body as your tits bounced with each weak movement. He watched you with amusement, hands resting behind his head like he was enjoying a show.
"Fufufu... getting tired already?" he teased, voice low and mocking. "Keep moving, little dove. I want to feel you work for it."
The overstimulation had crept up slowly. Your pussy was swollen and hypersensitive, every grind sending sharp sparks through your exhausted body. You couldn't take any more.
"Doffy... I can't--" you whined with a hiccup.
You tried to lift yourself off him, but your shaky legs gave out, impaling yourself again by accident. Desperate, you slid sideways and started crawling away across the large bed as your body quivered with each movement.
"Oh? You think we’re done here?"
Thin strings shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around your wrists, ankles, and waist. With a sharp tug, Doflamingo dragged you right back across the sheets like a helpless puppet, flipping you onto your back in front of him.
"You're not finished yet~" he sang, grinning wide.
More strings lifted your legs high, spreading your thick thighs obscenely wide and folding your knees toward your chest. He used the strings like marionette wires to lift you off the bed and over him, before dropping and impaling you on his cock in one brutal motion.
You screamed as he filled you completely.
No more slow grinding, he was over that. He immediately started fucking you with vicious, upward thrusts, using the strings to slam your body down onto his cock in perfect time with his hips. Your whole body bounced with every savage impact.
"Fufufu! Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure behind his glasses. "All spread open and helpless on my cock. This is how I like you best."
The strings kept your legs locked wide and high, completely controlling your movements as he railed you mercilessly. Every hard thrust punched deep, the wet slap of your bodies loud and filthy. He used another set of strings to pinch and tug at your nipples while one teased at your swollen clit.
"Struggle all you want," he growled, voice thick with lust. "These strings aren't letting you go anywhere until this cunt is ruined."
He brought you down harder with the strings, impaling you deeper with every snap of his hips. Your plush body jolted violently as he fucked you like a toy, his grin never fading.
"Cry louder for me," he demanded, laughing darkly. "I love how you tremble when you're overwhelmed. Such a perfect little plaything~♥"
Doflamingo kept you suspended and spread, strings digging into your soft flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. He was lost in the thrill of controlling every inch of your pleasure, dragging out your overstimulation until you were a broken, dripping mess.
Charlotte Katakuri
Katakuri had you in his lap, facing him as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips as his massive cock stretched you wide while he rolled his hips upward in shallow, measured thrusts.
Even in the heat of it, his expression remained mostly composed, though his eyes softened with rare affection as he watched your body move against him. Your tits were pressed warmly against his broad chest while your stomach squishing against his abs with every slow grind.
"You are doing so well," he praised, voice low and steady, almost soothing. "Taking me so deeply..." although he was barely half way inside of you.
But the long session had pushed you past your limit. Pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation as your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him. Your thighs shook violently against his sides.
"Katakuri--I’m so full--I can’t take much more of this…" you breathed through gritted teeth, looking at where the two of you remained connected.
You pushed against his chest and slid off him, stumbling across the large bed, desperate for a moment to recover.
His right arm transformed into flowing mochi and the sticky, flexible substance stretched across the distance and wrapped firmly around your waist and thighs. With a gentle, controlled pull, he dragged you back toward him, the mochi gently but inescapably binding your soft body.
"No, not when you need this as much as I do," he said calmly before he flipped you onto your back and loomed over you.
More mochi extended from his shoulders, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them above your head while another thick strand looped under your knees. He folded your thick thighs high and wide, spreading you completely open.
Then he pushed his cock back into your pussy with one powerful thrust, burying himself completely unlike before. The sudden pressure of your body adjusting to his full length ripped a loud cry from you.
His pace turned more rough and demanding as he used his strength to slam his hips forward as though trying to get himself even deeper than he already was.
The mochi held you perfectly in place, keeping your legs spread wide and your arms restrained. Despite the roughness, his touch remained protective, almost reverent as he watched your reactions closely.
"You are so soft and warm," he growled quietly, voice strained but still composed. "So perfect like this... overwhelmed and full of me."
With his size it was impossible not to brush your sweet spot with each movement, making tears spill down your cheeks as your body shook hard in his restraints, but Katakuri did not relent.
"You feel incredible when you squeeze around me like this," he praised, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead even as he pounded into you. "Let go. I will hold you through it."
His thrusts grew even harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath you both. He kept you completely trapped in his embrace, refusing to let you escape the pleasure he was determined to give you.
"I want to feel you come apart again... my beautiful, soft girl."
Katakuri's intense gaze never left your face for long as he drove into you relentlessly, using his mochi to keep you locked exactly where he wanted while he chased for your release.
Crocodile
Crocodile had you bent over the edge of the bed with your upper body pressed into the silk sheets as he took you from behind.
His cock stretched you open with each deep, controlled thrust, the weight of his body keeping you pinned. One large hand gripped your soft hip while his golden hook rested against the plush curve of your ass, cool metal teasing your heated skin.
"There we go... just like that," he drawled, voice low and smug. "You're going to take every inch until I decide otherwise."
The long, unhurried pace had pushed you into dangerous territory as every slow drag of his cock made your nerves scream as your legs shook beneath him.
"Fuck~♥” you swore, gripping the sheets below you. “I’m getting too sensitive, show a bit of mercy Croc--" you plead died with a moan as he hit your sweet spot dead on.
You clawed at the sheets and tried to crawl forward unsuccessful, unable to pull yourself off of his cock in your frantic attempt for relief.
"Mercy? From me?"
Sand suddenly burst from his left hand, swirling around your waist and thighs, stopping you in your attempt to get away.
"You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill," he growled smugly.
Before you could recover, his hook slid around the front of your neck and pulled you upright onto your knees, pressing your back flush against his chest. The curved metal rested firmly under your chin, keeping you arched and trapped.
"Pathetic thing," he laughed darkly into your ear. "Begging for mercy while this greedy cunt keeps sucking me in."
He immediately started pounding into you, hips snapping upward hard and deep. Your soft body jolted violently in this new position, tits bouncing wildly, plush stomach shaking with every brutal thrust.
His free hand reached around to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples hard while his hook kept your neck secured against him. The new angle let him drive even deeper, hitting that sensitive spot even harder than before.
"Look at these tits bouncing for me," he growled smugly, voice thick with lust as he kneaded and slapped the soft flesh. "So perfect... made to be played with while I take you how I want."
You moan loudly from the overwhelming overstimulation, but Crocodile only fucked you harder. The sand around your thighs kept your legs spread wide as he railed you relentlessly from behind.
"You don't get to run from what you asked for this morning, remember?" he growled, voice rough with lust. "You said it yourself that this body is mine to use... and I'm nowhere near done with you."
Every powerful thrust made your body ripple. His hand continued mauling your tits, tugging your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. The hook under your neck kept you perfectly displayed and helpless.
"It's like you were made to be fucked like this."
He kept you locked in the kneeling position as his low, mocking laughter mixed with your broken cries as he dragged out your overstimulation, clearly savoring every tremble.
Caesar Clown
Caesar had you on all fours while he fucked you with steady, rhythmic thrusts at a brisk consistent pace, each one perfectly angled as he continued his 'experiment' that had already been going for well over 2 hours.
His dug his fingers into your hips while he observed every twitch and moan, constantly fine-tuning his movements like the dedicated scientist he was.
"Shurororo~ Yes! Look at those beautiful reactions!" he cackled. "Your pussy is clenching so perfectly around me.--Such excellent data!"
This relentless pace he kept up for more than sixty minutes had completely destroyed you. Your nerves were fried raw from the extended session as he exploited every sensitive spot.
"Caesar--ahh--it's too much, I can't handle it anymore--" you begged, voice shaking and desperate.
You lunged forward and tried to scramble away for any relief from the overwhelming intensity.
"Oh no you don't! You're not ruining my experiment!"
Thick pinkish aphrodisiac gas suddenly burst out from Caesar's body, flooding the air and filling your lungs. The gas hit your senses instantly, making your skin burn hotter and pussy throb with desperate, aching need as your mind grew foggy with forced arousal.
Even as you felt overstimulated, the gas made you crave him even more.
Before you could crawl another inch, Caesar's fingers wrapped around your waist and yanked you back hard. He dragged your body right back to him, flipping you onto your back with a wide grin.
"Shurororo! That's it--breathe it in deeper," he cackled, eyes gleaming with chaotic delight. "My special aphrodisiac will make you need my cock even more~"
He slammed his cock back into your pussy, forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. His pace instantly became fast and punishing as he started fucking you erratically.
Your tits bounced with every thrust while the aphrodisiac gas continued pouring into the room, making every sensation feel electric and unbearable.
"You feel that? Your body is begging for me now!" Caesar groaned, voice whiny yet dominant as he pounded into you. "Look at you trembling and dripping... so insightful!"
He leaned over you, his hands pinning your wrists to the bed.
"Trying to crawl away from me? How rude!" he laughed breathlessly. "Now you're going to cum until you can't think straight. All thanks to my genius gas~"
The mix of his rough, frantic pounding and the overwhelming aphrodisiac left you sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as your body burned with desperate need.
Caesar kept you trapped beneath him, fucking you like a madman lost in his favorite experiment. Which he was, to be fair.
"This cunt is going to milk me dry while you lose your mind for me."
Buggy
Buggy had you on your stomach with his cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with frantic, desperate thrusts.
His torso floated above you while his hips slammed against your ass, driving his cock into your creaming pussy. You were filled to the brim and dripping messily with both your releases, the obscene wet sounds loud with every thrust.
"This is the best pussy in the Grand Line, I swear!" he moaned loudly, voice cracking.
"I can't--Buggy Baby--I need a second--PleEEase" you gasped, voice breaking.
You started crawling forward, trying to escape his relentless cock.
A high-pitched, whimper tore out of Buggy the moment he felt your pussy pull away from him.
"Wait--no! D-Don't leave me like this!"
His floating upper body zipped forward and pushed down hard on your shoulders, forcing your plush body back onto his thrusting hips. At the same time, his detached hands floated around to your front, greedily grabbing your tits and roughly pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
"Mmmph--fuck, you feel so good~♥" he whimpered. His head floated beside yours, capturing your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss, tongue pushing deep as he drooled into your mouth.
You tried to crawl away again, pushing forward with a broken sob, which Buggy matched.
"Nooo--come back!"
His cock suddenly detached completely, staying buried deep inside your dripping pussy and continued to thrust on its own with frantic energy.
His full body, save for his cock and hands, quickly reassembled behind you as sat back on his knees, eyes wide and glassy as he watched you.
His detached cock, now free from his hips, started ramming into you even harder and deeper than before, with no body to restrict the motion, allowing it to piston wildly and reach impossibly deep with every stroke.
"Fuuuck--look at you," Buggy moaned breathlessly, voice trembling as he watched your soft body writhe and jolt in pleasure. His floating hands continued twisting and pinching your nipples. "You're losing it... shit, you look so hot like this."
He stayed back and watched greedily, biting his lip as his detached cock slammed into you relentlessly, pushing more of your mixed releases out with every thrust. His hands kept tugging and rolling your nipples as he took in every tremble and broken moan you let you.
"J-just a little more, baby, please..." he begged, voice. "I can't stop yet... you look too perfect taking me like this ♥"
Even as his own body shook from overstimulation, Buggy remained fixated on the sight of you falling apart for him.
Smoker
Smoker had you bent over his wooden desk with your tits and stomach squished against scattered documents as he fucked you from behind.
His cock stretched you with every heavy stroke, the desk groaning under the intensity. Two cigars burned between his teeth, smoke lazily drifting through the room while the windows were already completely covered in a thick white haze for privacy.
"Always so damn needy," he grunted, one rough hand gripping your plush hip as he drove into you. "You're making a mess of my desk... again."
The relentless rhythm had quickly pushed you into overstimulation. Your pussy throbbed, hypersensitive and twitching around his girth with every deep drag.
"Nngh~♥ W-Wait--slow down, my body can't--eeii!--handle this--" you gasped in broken pieces.
You pushed your hands against the desk and tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the intense pleasure flooding your body.
"You're not going anywhere," he grunted.
A single hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his hips, burying his cock deep inside again in one motion.
That was the only warning you got before he started fucking you harder, hips snapping forward, making your body rippled wildly against the desk. Then he leaned over you, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke against your ear.
"Keep trying to crawl away and I'll clear the smoke from that window, press you right up against the glass and fuck you there instead.--Let every marine outside see how well this slutty body takes my cock."
The threat made you clench hard around him.
Smoker let out a surprised, rough groan, his hips faltering for a moment.
"Shit... you just got tighter," he muttered, sounding both annoyed and smug. "You really like that idea? Heh, you filthy girl."
He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you with deep, brutal strokes. Thick smoke tendrils slipped under your body, one pressing firmly against your swollen clit while another teased your nipples, adding sharp stimulation while he railed you.
"Making such a mess..." he grumbled, gripping your hip tighter. "and dripping all over my reports... yet still squeezing me like you want me to follow through on that threat."
You sobbed into the desk from the overwhelming sensation, his gruff words ringing in your ears. Your legs shook violently, but Smoker kept you pinned in place, refusing to let you escape even an inch.
"Stay right there," he ordered. "--Or I'll live up to my word, it's your decision."
a/n. *throws another smut genade during lunch and flees to answer work emails* I rushed editing because this is well over a month late since I was practicing me smut writing, any mistakes are what they areeeeee
