Boo! Greetings, my kinky mochis and welcome to my first Kinktober! I'm quite nervous, but also excited to be trying this challenge. I hope my writing can live up to your wildest fantasies. Iâve catered this list according to your requests (and my self-indulgence). Iâll try my best to complete every prompt and add more âkeep in mind it wonât be every day, but mostly, since I must be realistic about my writing habits and want to deliver the very best. Feel free to join this eventâs tag list by commenting on this post or any of the solo texts. Iâll also be implementing a personal tag for this event #mochi kinktober since I saw other creators do it. What day got you most excited? So, ready to go trick-or-treating?
DAY 1. handcuffs, orgasm control đ« | SaboÂ
DAY 2. degradation, semi-public, possessive sex đ« | Portgas D. AceÂ
DAY 3. cum licking, outdoor sex đ« | Monkey D. LuffyÂ
DAY 4. praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie đ« | ShanksÂ
DAY 5. lingerie, mirror sex đ« | Black Leg SanjiÂ
DAY 6. monster fucking, creampie đ« | Charlotte KatakuriÂ
DAY 7. medical play, dacryphilia đ« | Trafalgar D. Water LawÂ
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play đ« | Eustass KiddÂ
DAY 9. breeding, daddy kink đ« | Roronoa ZoroÂ
DAY 10. orgasm denial, kneeling, marking/biting đ« | Mihawk DraculeÂ
DAY 13. fire play đ« | Portgas D. AceÂ
DAY 11. oral sex, overstimulation đ« | Monkey D. LuffyÂ
DAY 12. dom/sub, sensory dep đ« | SaboÂ
DAY 14. spanking, brat taming, hair pulling đ« | Trafalgar D. Water LawÂ
DAY 15. sex pollen, messy sex, threesome đ« | Roronoa Zoro & Black Leg SanjiÂ
DAY 16. size difference, punishment, quiet sex đ« | Charlotte KatakuriÂ
DAY 17. threesome, voyeurism đ« | Shanks & Mihawk DraculeÂ
DAY 18. finger sucking, dildos đ« | YamatoÂ
DAY 19. writerâs choice, double penetration đ« | Portgas D. Ace & Trafalgar D. Water LawÂ
EXTRA DAYS. birthday sex, breeding/creampie đ« | Trafalgar D. Water Law
Commision for @sanjitonic-2đ« | Eustass KiddÂ
Pairing(s): Eustass Kidd x Nina (oc)
Genre: Smut, fluff, angst
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: Kidd wasn't the soft, romantic type, but she pulled out a side of him he didn't even know existed. He was still the relentless, frightening Eustass "Captain" Kidd, but to Nina he was just Kidd, hers.
Author's notes: This is a commission for @sanjitonic-2! This was such a sweet and cute prompt and to paired it with Kidd and Nina made it even better!
If you want to commission some of my work, please send me a DM they are always open! đ«
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He'd been wearing the same frown for the last three days. And, usually, it wasn't like Eustass Kidd appeared amicable by any means, but this was different. The ones who knew him the right amount knew he was distressed: not moving around with his usual confidence, nor barking orders or getting drunk, his workshop abandoned, the next adventure put on pause, and his head in a whole other world.
Jaguar, the crew's doctor, sighed as he watched the mercury continue to rise on the thermometer. She wasn't getting any better and, in fact, was rapidly deteriorating; her breathing got heavier, and her coughing worsened, the colour of her skin turned greenish grey, and she kept coming in and out of consciousness.
Kidd followed every movement he made. He trusted him fully, just as every member of his crew, but this was different. This was out of anyone's control, his control, and he didn't know how to deal with that.
"'ny better?" He mumbled, his thick accent coming out.
Jaguar shook his head, changing the cold compress on her forehead and then turning to make annotations, "No. And I'm getting really worried, Captain. Her temperature keeps going up and down, her lungs are struggling, and I cannot keep her awake. The remedies aren't working, and I've exhausted almost all options."
Kidd groaned, continuing to look at her. At the bottom of his chest, the uncomfortable sensation that had been brewing for the last couple of days rotted even further. He wasn't a man of routine, but he had grown used to the sound of her laugh after she tripped on her own feet, the way her face lit up after she stole a drunk stranger's wallet, and how she lingered around him on the ship, and he'd always pretend to be annoyed by it, but never pushed her away. He isn't willing to part with that.
Killer entered the infirmary silently, standing next to Kidd. He looked down at Nina, and behind his mask, his eyes widened, a giggle escaping his mouth. He then scanned Kidd; it was easy to see how he was on the edge.
"There has to be 'nother fucking book we haven't read, 'nother herb or some shit." The captain was trying really hard not to lose his composure. "We can fix my fucking arm but not her lungs? Goddammit."
"I've tried everything. I've read every single book and ground every single plant we've got available, but it's not working. Best chance we have is to find an island, butâŠ"
Killer intervened, "What about the Straw Hats?"
Kidd turned to look at him, frowning. "The fuck about them?"
"We saw them yesterday morning. Straw Hat said they were stopping at an island in the west to stock up on supplies. They also have a doctor, don't they? Little raccoon fucker that's always screaming."
Nothing else needed to be said. For once, in what seemed quite a long time for the crew, Kidd was out of the room, barking orders at Dive to change the course of navigation.
Killer let out another giggle; he quickly tried to quiet down, then he sighed; he could feel a knot forming on his back.
"What do you think?" Jaguar asked him.
"I fear what'll happen if she doesn't make it. What'll happen to the crew⊠he's going to go nuts."
Finding the Straw Hats wasn't an odyssey. They travel in a ship with a big fucking lion head on the front and are always causing trouble everywhere they go. They're quite hard to miss.
Now, asking for help? That was an entirely different thing. Eustass isn't used to asking or helping anyone. But, for once, he had to swallow his pride and accept that this was beyond him. What ticked him even further was the fact that Luffy didn't even mock him or make fun of him; he agreed and welcomed him onto the ship.
"Killer, yer in charge." He said as he was getting off the ship. Nina in his arms and Jaguar to his side, carrying the rest of her stuff.
His second in command curtly nodded. Silently wishing for her to get better⊠and for Kidd to behave.
His eyes never left the little reindeer's movements. The notes he made, to everything he brewed, to the things he injected into her bloodstream. He hated to admit it, but Chopper knew what he was doing.
Nina had woken up just an hour ago, after just a day under his care, and though she looked tired, she was okay. A small smile was on her face as she stared at every expression Kidd made.
"You are still weak and dehydrated, but don't you worry. You'll be okay. I've got everything you need right here. I'll continue administering meds and checking your pressure and temperature every hour, and Sanji will be preparing some teas and broths, so we canâŠ" Nina didn't know if he was telling her all this because of her state or because he could tell how stressed Kidd was; he's got it written all over his face after all.
Kidd groaned.
"Thank you, Dr Chopper." She whispered, her voice dry and low, but her eyes were warm.
The little doctor smiled brightly at her before continuing his duties. "Kidd, she's going to need a lot of help. You are going to have to carry her around and help her dress; she'll also need to take a bath, but I can ask Robin and Nami if youâŠ"
Kidd cut him off, "I can do that, tell them to fuck off."
"KiddâŠ" She laughed weakly, grabbing his hand. He squeezed hers in return.
Chopper's eyebrows furrowed, but he decided to ignore him. "You need to be extra careful with her."
The next days proved to be a challenge. And not because of Nina's health, but because of Sanji.
"Mon amour, I have your tea right here. Please drink it while it's warm. I made sure to put extra honey so it's not as sour cause of the medicine." The blonde said as he placed the cup right on her lips.
"Hey, fucker. Back off." No matter how many times Kidd's tried, the cook never seemed to get it.
Sanji's expression soured as he turned to look at him. "Calm down and lower your voice, brute. The beautiful needs peace and calm to recover."
Nina giggled, taking a sip of the tea.
Kidd sat back down. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, counting to ten. It didn't do much, but he knew he couldn't kill one of the Straw Hats. After all, they were helping her.
Wire and Killer would probably laugh if they saw him.
He set her down on one of the beach chairs they had on the back of the ship. She needs fresh air and sunlight to help improve her mood and health, Chopper said.
"Kidd, babe, could you please help me brush my hair?" She asked quietly, already passing him the brush.
He didn't say anything, simply doing it. He may not look like the type, but he knew what he was doing, making sure not to pull on her hair when he came across a knot. He stroked the back of her head and neck and took his time.
Nina closed her eyes and relaxed, concentrating on his touch and the sound of the waves. Her skin hadn't felt so good and warm in a while, and her lungs filled up nicely and with little trouble.
He set the brush down as he finished. He sensed no one around, so he placed a small kiss on the back of her shoulder.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"No prob." He answered back.
Then, quiet snickers could be heard from a few meters away. He turned around quickly, wanting to know who the fuck dared to mock him. Nami and Robin. But they weren't laughing at him; they were simply amused by the sight. Eustass "Captain" Kidd caring for his girlfriend, such a lovely sight.
One minute, just one minute. The second Kidd had stepped out to take a shower, Sanji swooped in and tried to meddle his way into her heart.
"Oh, my love, you are so sweet." He could hear the blonde say behind the door.
"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Sanji. I really appreciate it." She wasn't flirting; Kidd knew this, but it still made his teeth grit.
"Do not thank me, beautiful. It's been a pleasure taking care of you. You deserve to be appreciated, admired, treated with the utmost kindness and love."
She giggled, "Oh, my crew loves me very much."
"Not talking about your crew, princess."
That's enough.
Kidd barged in, hair still wet and a towel around his waist. "Shouldn't you be mopping the kitchen, cook?"
Sanji glared at him, "I'm keeping her company after you decided to abandon her."
"Oh, he was just taking a shower, Sanji." She smiled at Kidd.
"You are too good for this world, my love." He smiled back at her and stroked her cheek before leaving.
It took everything in Kidd not to destroy the entire ship.
"Mon coeur, I've prepared a special meal for you tonight." Sanji came into the room, carrying a bunch of plates and a rose between his teeth.
"I told you already, drop the act, you piece ofâŠ"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, caveman." He placed a tray on the bed and uncovered the special dish he cooked for her. The look and smell were truly divine. It made Kidd hate him even more.
"I hope you enjoy it, my love." He grabbed her hand, kissing it before leaving them alone.
Kidd clenched his fists to his sides, digging his nails into his palms.
Calm down. You'll kill him later. Calm down. You can choke him once she's healthy. Calm down.
"Oh, wow, this is really good. Kidd, you have to taste this."
"I need to patch your coat." She was inspecting a small hole in his clothes. "Maybe I can ask them for some thread and a needle."
"Later." He pulled the clothes away and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I missed you." He said so quietly she almost missed it.
"I missed you too." She smiled at him, caressing his arm. The moonlight illuminated her face; the look in her eyes was tender, in love, focused on him. "Thank you for doing this."
He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. "Don't mention it."
"I know you don't like being here."
He sighed, "I don't like that twirly eyebrow fucker."
She giggled, "Sanji's just being nice."
"He can go die for all I care."
Another laugh left her lips. It warmed his heart. "I love you."
After a couple of weeks, Chopper finally announced the news Kidd had been waiting for. She was cured. They could finally go back home. Nina thanked and hugged every single Straw Hat, promising to keep in contact. Kidd thanked them under his breath and didn't even look back. He was really grateful; he would never admit it, though.
"Take care of her," Sanji said between smokes. A mocking smile on his face that Kidd wanted to punch right off.
It was like he was finally able to breathe again. Back home, back to his crew, back to calling the orders, back with her. Kidd finally felt like himself. Nina couldn't have been happier, running into the arms of Quincy, who twirled her around, and Gig, who told her how glad he was she was okay, the rest of the crew joining them and wrapping her in their love.
Kidd smiled at the sight, and Killer stood by his side; he didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder.
The nightmare was finally over.
And for a second being back brought him peace, but it wasn't enough. No. He needed to feel it, not only see it. He desperately needed to have her for himself. To enjoy her healthy, happy, alive, his.
"Yer still in charge." He said before going to scoop her out of the crowd, throwing her over his shoulder and walking straight to his quarters, leaving behind a very confused crew.
Killer sighed and shook his head, a small smile hiding behind his mask.
His mouth embraced hers, not giving her a chance to say anything; his lipstick and saliva smearing all over her lips. His teeth clashed against hers for a second before his tongue danced against hers in a sweet but possessive rhythm. His hands gripped the skin of her hips and thighs desperately, wanting to feel its warmth, the goosebumps forming on the surface. It's been so long. His knees bent down to reach her, his weight pushed her against the door, and his touch was bruising, but she loved it.
"Nina." He groaned on her lips before travelling down her neck, sucking and biting every inch of it.
"KiddâŠ" She moaned his name back, throwing her head back against the door. Her hands ran along his back, feeling every single scar, her nails digging into the skin, marking him.
He sighed before grabbing her by the back of her knees and carrying her to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. He needed to feel her close, explore every part of her body and soul, but the urge inside his chest expanded and ticked like a time bomb, his desperation growing with every second. He tore off her clothes, his lips biting and kissing as he descended her body.
"You are so fucking beautiful."
First, went her shirt and bra; her erected nipples made their way into his mouth in less than a second, his tongue circling the little button a few laps before sucking on it, his metallic hand pulled on the other one, then he alternated. Sucking, kissing, licking, biting.
"Only I can touch like this, got it?" He said as he pulled away from her chest, a 'Pop' escaping his mouth.
She nodded, not stopping to process what he said or why; she just needed more.
He gripped her face between his fingers, squeezing her cheeks, "Say it."
Nina's tongue wet her lips, blush all over her face and her eyes half lidded, her chest went up and down in heavy breaths, "KiddâŠ" She whispered.
"Say you are mine." He stroked one of the hickies that was already forming.
"I'm yours."
"Louder."
"I'm yours, Kidd."
That's all he needed. His tongue made its way down her belly. Goosebumps covered her skin, her entire body trembling with every touch.
"PleaseâŠ" She moaned, holding tightly to the bed sheets.
"I'll give you anything you want, baby." He mumbled while continuing to taste her skin.
This threw her off a bit. Kidd was a giving lover, but never without some playfulness. Her hand grabbed his cheek, stroking it, and he looked at her. He looked almost⊠vulnerable.
"Everything alright, baby?"
"All good, doll. Nothing to worry about." He kissed her hand.
Then, he left a small hickie on the side of her hip before continuing to the place he craved the most. She was dripping wet, her core glistened with need, and her hole contracted with need. She needed him now, desperately; she felt like she was going to die if he didn't do something about it.
"Fuck, doll. Look at you. So fucking pretty." He couldn't pull his eyes away from her cunt, his mouth watering at the sight. "I missed this so goddamn much." And the next second his tongue was pressed against her. He wanted to continue teasing her, make her beg for it, but he knew better. Right now, it was about her.
She gasped and grabbed onto his hair, pulling on it and running her fingers through it, making him moan against her.
"Shit, Kidd! Please, just like that."
His tongue travelled all along her, drinking every single drop of her essence. A taste so familiar, so sweet, he'd become addicted to it from the very first second. Then, he dipped it into her, thrusting in and out, stretching her out. He paid attention to every sound she made, to the way her body shook and how her breathing trembled; he knew exactly how she liked it.
He pulled away, licking off whatever was left on his lips. "Tell me how good it feels, woman."
"It feels so fucking good, so, so good. More, please, more." He loved how vocal she was.
He was being much softer than usual, and even if she was on Cloud 9, she could tell; she wanted to say something, but the moment she felt his tongue, it was over. One of his fingers dipped inside her, making her gasp. He smirked at her reaction. "Is this enough?" He didn't move at first, but when he heard her whine, he continued, "Okay, okay. I'll give you what you want, baby."
Another finger followed the previous one, his lips sealed around her clit. Her moans intensified, her legs thrashed around, and he had to use his other hand to pull her hips down to the bed. Her taste filled his senses; all he could think about was her coming on his mouth. The idea made him even harder, droplets of pre cum escaping his tip and staining his pants. Her pearly juices covered his fingers, making the colour on his nails appear lighter and forming a white ring on his knuckles.
"Give it to me. Come on, baby. Cum on my fingers." He whispered while pulling away for just a second before his tongue took over her bundle of nerves.
It would be a miracle if the crew couldn't hear her from outside. Kidd was pushing on that raw spot inside of her, stimulating every single nerve and making her feel in such a way only he knew how to pull out of her.
"Cum, baby."
And she did. Her breathing turned into quick gasps and her legs finally gave in. Her vision turned white, and her brain was swimming in a cocktail of pure bliss and pleasure; she couldn't process anything else but the feeling of her muscles clenching and letting go, a comfortable warmth all around her.
"Good girl."
She didn't even feel when he had come up or pulled himself out of his pants. The head of his cock was pressed against her cunt in a second, and the next one he was pushing inside her. He was taking his time, thought, making sure to stretch her little by little, savouring every inch of it.
"Shit, Kidd!" Her hands flew up to his shoulders, digging her nails.
He groaned on her shoulder, "So fucking. Shit, Nina, you feel so fucking good."
He didn't wait any longer. His thrusts were unusual, but just as good and passionate. His length caressed her insides, moulding her just for him, driving her crazy. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her feet pulled him deeper inside her. One of his hands held onto the bed while the other caressed her hip.
"You like it, baby?"
She nodded, looking him in the eyes. She felt so good, so fulfilled and cared for, but she could sense it. Kidd was holding back, she could see it in his face, feel it on how his thrusts weren't bruising, and how his mouth tasted her but didn't try to claim to her.
His tongue danced along hers, swallowing her moans and quieting his.
The sound of his thrusts filled the room. Plap, plap, plap. They held onto each other desperately. "Mine, mine, mine. All fucking mine." He kept repeating inside her ear, "No one else gets to see you like this. No one gets to have you like this. You belong to me. My woman." With every word, his movements got quicker; his control got lost in the way.
She could only moan his name.
The time, fear, and want made everything feel so much more. She was clenching harder and harder around him; she felt him grow inside her, filling her up to the brim.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
"Inside, Kidd. Please cum inside." She urged him.
That was it. Those sweet words and the feeling of her wrapping around him like a vice were all he needed. Eustass pulled her even closer, kissing her harder and filled her so deeply and so much that it didn't take much for it to start dripping down her thighs and falling to the bed; her climax followed behind. A familiar ache settled on her entire body; the feeling of his body on top of hers comforted her and made her feel loved and alive all over again.
He sighed, leaving small kisses along her collarbone, never letting her go. Kidd wasn't the soft, romantic type, but she pulled out a side of him he didn't even know existed. He was still the relentless, frightening Eustass "Captain" Kidd, but to Nina he was just Kidd, hers.
"Everything's okay, right, Kidd?" She just wanted to make sure.
Pairing(s): Zoro x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience. All characters in this fic are 18+; they just have strict/controlling parents.
Synopsis: "Run away with me."
Author's notes: It's been a while, but between depression and work things haven't been as easy. Sorry. I decided to post this one in two parts because I knew I'd never post it if I didn't divide it. We'll say this one is just Author's favourites, 'k? Would you guys like to see Luffy, Sanji and Sabo in this scenario? Please let me know in the comments. Enjoy! I've been sketching this one for some time.
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Zoro
Sanji still cannot believe heâs the reason you and Zoro are together.
Why in the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take you to the same gym Zoro trains?
âHey, Ji. Is your green friend single?â
Well, fuck him.
What he hates even more is that Zoro is usually completely aloof with this kind of thing. Hiyori had flirted with him for a year before he even noticed it.
But now here you were. At an underground fight, cheering your boyfriend's name in the crowd. Your heart is beating loudly, and worry is filling your head.
He always wins, yeah, he does, but what if this time he doesnât?
Heâs going against a taller, blonde guy whose face is covered in bandages. They call him Killer, and that does nothing to ease your poor heart.
But Zoro fight is quite the view, the way his muscles flex, the passion and concentration on his face, how strong he is. Ugh, you love it so much.
And while you may be worried, you never fail to be on your knees in his dressing room every time before a fight.
Mascara tears running down your face, lipstick smeared all over your cheeks, and saliva covering your chin are the kind of motivation Zoro needs to win.
âJust like that, girl. Come on, keep sucking that cock. You are my lucky charm, baby girl.â
Your dad is not stupid. He knows Zoro is an athlete, but he finds it weird how your green-haired boyfriend shows up with random bruises, yet heâs never heard of him fighting anywhere. So, he quickly figures out that Zoro is fighting, just not within the law.
He forbids you to continue seeing him. He didnât like him before; he didnât like anyone who was friends with that Luffy kid, but now he has an excuse to keep you away from him.
âHeâs going to get you arrested!â âDad, I donât know what you are talking about. He just likes boxing as a hobby.â âDonât lie to me, young lady. Heâs trouble, and I want you away from him, okay?â âBut daddy, I love him!â
Perona helps you sneak out. Her looks might not be to your fatherâs approval, but he thinks sheâs a nice, responsible girl. The one child of Mihawkâs he can trust. (Why? Gods know. Perona might be worse than her brother.)
But after some time, your dad starts growing suspicious. And so he decides other measures need to be taken.
So, he sets you up with a guy he deems worthy of you. Yonji. Sanjiâs younger brother.
âHe comes from a nice, respectable family. You like green so much, this one you can have. Iâm sure Judge will also approve of your relationship.â
(If you are quiet enough, you can almost hear Sanji screaming in the background.)
You feel like throwing up every time Yonji looks your way. You hate him; heâs an asshole.
But donât worry. Your man would never allow it.
And thatâs how you end up hiding inside one of Frankyâs boats.
You and Zoro are running away. Well, that was the original plan until Luffy decided he wanted to come along and then Nami, Usopp, Sanji and Chopper tagged along. And Robin, of course, but thatâs cause Franky would never leave his wife behind. (Also, she has a thing for danger)
You are bent over the window. Your head and tits are poking out. And Zoro is behind you fucking you with no mercy. You tried hiding your moans and cries by holding your breath and biting your lips, the taste of iron filling up your mouth, but itâs useless.
âShit, Zoro! Slow down!â Tears run down your face, and your legs threaten to give up; you are holding onto dear life to the windowâs frame.
Earlier, he left hickies and scratches from your neck to your lower back, and now heâs admiring his work. His marks on your body. Heâd never allow anyone else to have you.
âYou are mine. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine...â He repeats in your ear like a mantra.
The grip on your hips gets tighter, the rhythm of his thrusts becomes desperate and harsher, the tip of his cock bruises your cervix and makes you clench harder around.
âCome on, baby. Give it to me. Cum for me.â And you do. Juices splash against his belly and thighs, you cry out in ecstasy, and your knees give out. You are trying to catch your breath when he pulls your chin between his fingers.
âOpen your mouth, baby.â
No hesitation. You let him fuck your mouth, rough, urgent. His cock hits the back of your throat, and your cheeks are swallowed in as you try taking him deeper.
âFuck!â The moan he lets out is guttural and louder than youâve ever heard him before. His seed fills up your mouth, âSwallow.â He says in between gasps, and you just do as he says, showing him your clean tongue after. Then, he took you into his arms.
He feels content with the decision heâs made. He loves you. And he may not say it, but he was scared. He feels like he almost lost you. And he never wanted to go through that feeling again.
âLove you, woman.â He whispered against your temple before kissing it.
âGoddammit, mosshead! Iâm trying to sleep here!â Sanji will never be a fan of your relationship.
Ace
From the very first time you heard his cherry red motorcycle roar, you knew you were done for.
He appeared one early morning at the coffee shop where you worked. Sweaty skin, freckles, and blushed, chapped lips; leather jacket, shirtless and black jeans. He took off his cowboy hat and ruffled his hair as he approached the counter, looking at the menu. Thank the gods above, he didnât hear the gasp you let out; the blood in your cheeks was incriminating enough.
âYou wouldnât happen to also sell beer, would you?â He said, lowering his eyes to finally look at you. His eyes widened, his heartbeat went crazy, and a bright bloom appeared beneath the small dots on his face.
And the rest is history. Not even a week later, you were riding on the back of his bike, holding onto dear life by his strong belly and the sides of his jacket.
Then at his place, you were riding him, bouncing on his cock, hands against his chest and legs aching. Throwing your head back every time the tip pushed against your G-spot.
Danger and freedom seemed to be AceÂŽs life mottos, but he did slow down a bit just for you. He didnât want to harm you in any way.
Drinking and parties became part of your life. His brothers and friends are quite nice and fun. And Whitebeardâs booze barrels make for a damn good time.
Sneaking out became easier. Guilt abandoned your mind after the third time. Aceâs dick and arms ease the anxiety.
The word quickly spread around about how you were hanging off his arm everywhere he went. And while opinions were mixed, your dadâs was certainly clear; he didnât like the idea. Not. One. Bit.
âI wonât allow my daughter to date that good-for-nothing brat!â âBut daddy, I love him!â
In your dadâs eyes, whoâs a marine, everything about your narcoleptic lover was a red flag. The fact that heâs Whitebeardâs kid, Luffy and Saboâs brother, owns a motorcycle, works as a firefighter/mechanic/handyman/and-whatever-he-seems-to-want-to-do-that-day (Ace would say heâs just a firefighter with a few extra tricks) and is strongly against authority and the government. Your dad still canât believe heâs Garpâs grandson (neither can Garp tbh).
âGet off my property, you punk!â Your dad said as he opened the door with a kick and pointed his gun at your boyfriend.
âDad, stop! What the hell are you doing?â
âCome on, sir... Gramps threatens me with a rifle every weekend. Your gun looks like a toy to me.â
âAce!â
Your dad had made you quit your job at the coffee shop because he knew Ace would visit you there. Kept you from going outside or seeing anyone he didn't approve of, changed the door locks, and kept an eye on you 24/7. Every day, he would lecture you about your decisions, how irresponsible you were and how you should one day marry someone like Koby or Helmeppo. Each day, it got harder to see Ace.
But the fact that it was difficult didnât mean impossible.
This is where his extra tricks became especially handy. Climbing up the window, picking the ten locks that secured it and shutting off the alarm was as hard as it may seem (not when your love and pussy seemed to be the reward).
You were making out on your bed. Him between your legs, your hands on his hair and his on your bottom. Grinding against each other as his lips slide from yours down your neck and even lower.
You moaned, âI miss you, Ace.â
âI know, baby. I miss you too.â He said in between kisses.
You pulled him closer, desperate to feel him against you. You needed him, not just right now, every day, everywhere, you felt like you were drowning, and heâd become your oxygen.
One of his hands made his way into your panties, rubbing your clit with his thumb and thrusting inside you with two fingers. Your entire body buzzed with pleasure, your hips pushing against his hand and your lips letting out small whimpers.
âYou feel so fucking good, Babygirl. Fuck, Iâve missed your pretty pussy so. so much.â
âAce...â You whimpered, gripping his arm to keep you grounded.
His rhythm grew faster, harder. His fingers worked expertly, knowing every single spot that drove you crazy. The words that he whispered in your ear kept you on the edge.
âGive it to me, baby. Come on, I know you want to. Give it to me, and Iâll give you my cock.â
He pushed himself deeper inside you and drew tighter circles on your clitoris. His lips sucked on one of your nipples, pulling on and biting it, leaving marks on the skin around it.
Your climax came fast and hard, every nerve on your body tingled, sparks appeared in your eyes, and a moan, which was quickly covered by Aceâs hand, announced the pinnacle of your pleasure. Your lungs gasped for air, and your hands held onto Ace as you tried coming back to Earth. He pressed small kisses and words of affirmation against your temple.
Locking eyes in the dark, you shared a kiss. Thatâs where he finally made up his mind.
âRun away with me.â
Law
After days and days of your friends begging you to come to this underground party, you decided to give in.
Lying to your dad isnÂŽt something you usually do, but thereÂŽs no other way.
You are there, between a hundred other people, a red cup in your hand with God knows what inside of it and sweat in the back of your neck.
The only thing you can think of is how badly you want to go home.
But then your friends pull you through the crowd until you are in front of the stage. And thatâs where it all starts.
A white shirt with the chest buttons unbuttoned and rolled up sleeves. Allowing you to see in all its glory the heart tattoos that covered his skin, and just how toned his muscles were. Black pants covered his thick thighs, and black boots were on his feet.
All air abandoned your lungs; your mouth went dry, and your eyes went wide.
You made eye contact. Your heart threatened to come out of your chest. His eye bags made his eyes appear even darker. A second ago, he looked distant, cold, annoyed even, but now, now he looked slightly intrigued.
Ikkaku shook you by the shoulders as the âHeart Piratesâ began playing, screaming the name of one of the other members, but for the entire set, you could only look at him.
That night ended with you making out in the back of his car. There you learned his name, his number and about the piercing he had on his frenulum (didnât see it, but touching it gave you a pretty clear idea)
You showed up to rehearsals, shows and random hangouts. You got high and drunk and slept on the back of the bandâs van. (You told your dad you were staying with Ikakku, which technically wasnât a lie since she was sleeping beside you).
He tried teaching you how to play the bass, but it always ended with you riding him on the couch or bent over it. He did manage to learn how to smoke pot without coughing your lungs out.
Law didnât usually do this. He never got attached, hell, he didnât even do casual hook-ups, but in his eyes (and heart) this was different.
You helped him practice and write lyrics. You convinced him to give medicine another chance. Gods, even Cora loved you already.
But there was someone who wasnât a fan of your relationship.
Your dad respected Sengoku and Rosinante. He thanked them for their service. But that didnât mean he liked Law.
âHeâs a lazy lowlife! Always disrespecting everything his dad and grandfather fought for! âHe is not! He just points out injustice and corruption; Cora does the same exact thing! âYou are not to see him anymore! I donÂŽt want you to throw away everything I've given you for someone like him. âBut daddy, I love him!â
He threatened to send you away. And when you didnât listen, he began making plans. You heard him on the phone talking to someone, Uncle Kizaru, probably. You being an adult didnât mean anything to him; he would find a way, he always did. That night, you ran to Law with tears in your eyes and begged him to do something.
You grabbed onto each other with desperation. Kissing, sucking and biting every inch of skin so as not to forget what it feels like, tastes like. Your heart is beating faster than ever. LawÂŽs hands gripped your hips, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. His lips attached to your breasts. You pushed his head closer to your chest.
âLaw...â You moaned, pulling on his hair.
âYou feel so fucking good, baby.â He moans against your skin.
You can feel everything. How much heâs stretching you, the small silver piercing sliding against your walls, the smacking of your bottom against your thighs, the way his experienced fingers toy with your clit.
When you met, Law expected him to be a groaner, more on the silent side. But you were nicely mistaken. Heâs a full-on moaner; he sometimes tries to hide it. But in moments like this, where heâs too far gone, too pussy drunk, his brain can no longer fight it.
âOh fuck, love! Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy ever.â He says, looking down to where you are joined. His lips opened and closed, his throat letting out all kinds of noises.
âI love you, Law.â
âLove you too.â He moans against your mouth.
His hips push against yours as he begins trying to match your rhythm. Sweat runs down his neck and chest, and with every second that passes, you both lose more of your composure.
You can feel like it. You are close, your belly is getting warmer, your legs are shaking, and your core is crying out.
âFuck!â
You both come with a gasp. His seed fills you up until it overflows, making it run down to his thighs. You continue moving for a few moments before the overstimulation becomes too much. You tremble in his arms, and your lungs are gasping for air, and your brain still hasnât come back down to earth.
Love fills the air, but so does uncertainty. You cling to each other but know you can ignore reality. Law feels helpless, frustrated, and though he hates asking for help, he knows thatâs the only way.
***
Rosi sat in front of the TV. A plate of burnt, heart-shaped cookies, a warm cup of tea and a small (very poorly rolled) joint (for medical reasons, of course), in front of him. Yeah, tonight is going to be a good night. Thatâs what he thought before he saw you two appear on his porch at one in the morning. You told him everything, you trusted him with your life, but still had a small doubt that he would send you right back to your dad, just as Sengoku would.
He stared at both of you for a couple of seconds, thinking, then he sighed and got up to look for his phone. âYou kids are going to make me age even faster.â He went out to make a phone call.
Commision for @muni-is-never-ready đ« | Nami & God UsoppÂ
Pairing(s): Nami x Jessamine Nightshade (oc) x God Usopp
Genre: Smut, fluff, angst
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: Love filled the entire room. The caresses went from soft and reassuring to desperate and more intimate, and kisses turned deeper and more intense. âŻAll words were left behind.Â
Author's notes: This is a commission for @muni-is-never-ready! This was quite the challenge, and I'm so happy to have taken on it! Jessamine is super cute and interesting and to be able to ship her with Usopp and Nami was so fun! If you want to commission some of my work, please send me a DM they are always open! đ«
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As the blood, the screams and the violence die down, Jessamine falls to her knees. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, the sound of blood pumping through her veins, and dripping down her skin. Her vision gets blurry and clearer at the same time, but the lack of oxygen makes her dizzy, a headache already forming in the back of her head. Scratches, bruises and cuts cover her skin; they ache, sting, but her brain hasn't quite caught up to the pain.Â
She looks around and makes out the images of Ulti and Page One lying on the floor a few meters in front of her. Unconscious. The three are lying in a pool made out of a mixture of their blood. And while she's used to it, it doesn't mean she likes it.Â
Her lungs burn and crave air; her mind is trying to grasp reality. Letting go, for a very brief second, of the mentality that drives her during every fight.Â
Keep the ones you love safe.Â
But as the adrenaline fog slowly dissipates, a new, overwhelming wave of feelings takes its place.Â
Are they okay?Â
Are they hurt?Â
Are they scared?Â
...Â
Of me?Â
She knows who's behind her. She can hear the quick beating of their hearts. She knows what they've seen and fears looking back.Â
She cannot bring herself to face them. Not brave enough, not strong enough. Â
Two anthropomorphic beasts like Kaido's minions, she can face any day, anywhere. Even if she isn't a fan of violence itself. But the sole idea of Nami and Usopp rejecting her? Her heart would die right there. Â
She can already see Nami's tears dripping down as she runs away from her. Usoppâs screams as he begs her to get away from him.Â
Poor Tama, was she terrified of her? Would the scene haunt her in her dreams? Â
A thousand thoughts haunted her head, each worse than the last. This pain she could feel, raw, unfiltered. This one might actually kill her.Â
She clutched her chest, trying to keep her heart from coming out of her body, her breathing laboured and stinging, vomit threatening to travel up her throat as her body shook violently. Â
âJess!âÂ
A sweet, nasal tone in her ears.Â
âJess!âÂ
A warm, innocent sensation on her back.Â
âJess!âÂ
A citrus, floral smell on her nostrils.Â
It felt like a hand, pulling her out of the ocean she was drowning in. A bright light guides her throughout the darkness.Â
Nami, Usopp and Tama surrounded her. Hugging her, clinging onto her, crying and screaming out their love for her.Â
Nightshade could barely make out what was coming out of their mouths. It was an amalgamation of âI love you'sâ, Thank you'sâ, and praises.Â
Her orange-headed lover took her face into her hands, inspecting any deep wounds. Caressing her cheeks, cleaning the blood that stained her skin, pouting with every cut she saw. The long-nosed kissed her shoulders and told her how glad he was to have her. Â
But she didn't answer back; she couldn't. Nami then noticed how unfocused her eyes were, how disoriented she looked. She turned to Usopp, who had just noticed the same symptoms. This made their hearts shrink a little, but they decided not to show it, so as not to scare the little girl. Â
For now, they would try to rejoice in the fact that their lover was alive and back in their arms.Â
The aftermath had taken a toll on everyone. Luffy and Zoroâs bodies had been exhausted beyond anything theyâd ever experienced before. It was physically, mentally, and emotionally draining for everyone, but now it is over. The war is finally over. Thereâs still a lot to be done, but Wano was finally free.Â
Usopp was covered in bandages from the tip of his nose to his feet, but he was well and content to have survived one more of the Straw Hatsâ adventures. He sat outside the room where Jess and Nami were resting, waiting for them to wake up. His leg bounced up and down, his fingers fidgeted, and he turned around every couple of minutes to see any sign of them, but he knew he had to be patient. Â
Inside the room was Nami, who had awoken just a few minutes ago. She was looking at her loverâs face. And even though Jessamineâs skin was covered in bruises and cuts, she looked gorgeous in her eyes. With the tip of her finger, she traced every feature; the birthmarks under her eyes, the rough and patchy skin of her chapped lips, the softness of her eyelids, and the bridge of her nose, the warm tone of her skin. She wanted to remember every single detail of her, for when enough time has passed, and theyâve grown old and wrinkly together. And because, even though it hurts to think, staying alive at sea is more of a privilege than a guarantee.Â
It wasnât long before Jess' eyes opened, slowly, tired. They tried to focus on the darkness of the room, but it didnât take much for her to recognise who was lying next to her. Â
âHi,â Nami whispered.Â
âHey.â Jessamine looked around, her brain trying to process where they were.Â
âWe are in the infirmary. Donât stress about it, we are okay.â It was like she could read her mind.Â
She just nodded. Allowing her body to finally relax. Every muscle in her body aches, but her poor heart can finally get a break. âHow are you feeling?â Â
Nami shook her head. âIâm fine. How are you? Do I need to call Chopper? You lost a lot of blood.âÂ
âFine? I mean, as good as I can feel after fighting two dinosaurs. I can feel every single one of my stitches, though.â She laughed humourlessly.Â
Nami smiled, but there was some worry behind the gesture. âDo you remember what happened?âÂ
âParts of it mostly. Between the fight, the pain and passing out, my brainâs still trying to process everything. I know I kept coming in and out of sleep. I think at some point, I was next to Zoro?âÂ
âYeah, when they first brought you guys here, you were all in the same room, so Chopper and the other doctors could check on you.â Nami filled in the gaps for her but didnât elaborate much.Â
She remembered everything. Everyone was running around, checking for survivors, taking in prisoners. People cried and screamed, they celebrated in the streets, but Usopp and Nami couldnât really join them since they were too busy worrying about their girlfriend and friends.Â
Jessamine had been taken along with her captain and second-in-command. The room was covered in blood; loud groans could be heard from all over the building as doctors stitched them back up. Nurses came in and out of the room, but no one would give them any updates. And even though it had only been a couple of hours, to the crew it felt like decades. Â
âAre you okay?â Jess asked back, pulling Nami out of her trance.Â
âIâm alive.â Nami said, placing a kiss on the top of her head and giving her a small smile, âIâm going to go get Usopp, heâs going crazy out there.â She didnât wait for an answer, just got up and left the room for a couple of seconds.Â
Behind her was the sniper, who, no matter how much he tried, couldnât hide how worried he was.Â
âHey, hi, hey.â His voice came out of breath, anxious. He didnât want her to see him like this, but the only thing he could think of was hugging her. To stretch her between his arms with all his strength, feel her, reassure his mind she was there and alive, but he knew better than to do that. Law and Chopper would probably punch him if he reopened any of her wounds.Â
âHey.â She gave him a tired smile.Â
Neither Nami nor Usopp said anything; they just held her hands. They scanned her body, the bruises and the tattoos that decorated her skin, but then looked away. And this threw her off. A couple of minutes flew by, and no one would acknowledge what was happening inside their heads. Jessamine could feel the energy in the room. It was heavy, uncertain. It made her uncomfortable and made worry brew in her mind. Why were they acting like this? Were they scared? Had their view of her changed? Had their love?Â
âIâm sorry if I scared you guys.â She mumbled, pulling her hands out of their grips.Â
Nami shook her head, âWhatâs important is that you are alive.âÂ
âI know it can look a bit scary, but we were in danger, and I tried to make it as quick as possible cause Tama was there...â The verbiage began, every single concern in her mind escaped her without second thought. She played with the tips of her purple hair, not wanting to look them in the eyes. Â
Usoppâs eyebrows furrowed, âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âI understand how it can look, the blood and the webs, all that must have frightened you, of course it did. Oh gods, I hope Tama is okay...âÂ
âHey, hey, Jess, hey...â Nami took her face in her hands. She knew this dance all too well and knew she needed to stop it before Jess got too caught up in her own insecurities.Â
Jess' eyes began filling up with tears, her heartbeat speeding up, and the need to throw up invaded her, âI love you, and I donât want you to...â A small sting appeared on her side, âOuch!âÂ
The Cat Burglar gave her a bright, cheeky smile, âItâs the only way to get you out of your ass.âÂ
Usopp giggled and pushed himself closer to them.Â
âWe were not scared of you, Jess. We were scared for you, dummy.âÂ
Jess'Â eyebrows furrowed, confusion written all over her face.Â
âBabe, you were covered in blood. You looked almost grey and were barely breathing when you got here.âÂ
âI did?âÂ
Usopp nodded, playing with her fingers, âWe would never fear you. I know your ability is still a bit of a touchy subject for you, but we think itâs very cool.âÂ
Jess shook her head, âNo, I get that it sometimes can be...â Nami cut her off once again.Â
âItâs not. Not to us.âÂ
Nami and Usopp were some of the jumpiest members of the crew, but they would never lie to her. In their eyes, Jess was smart, brave, kind, a hopeless nerd, and so unbelievably hot.Â
Jessamineâs eyes filled up with tears, her lower lip trembled, and the knot in her chest unravelled, âAre you sure?â Â
âWe never want to lose you, Jess.â Usopp couldnât hold it in any longer; his eyes mimicked hers. Namiâs following them.Â
In just a second, the three of them became a tangle mess of tears, limbs and soft cries of affection, worry and gibberish. Love filled the entire room. The caresses went from soft and reassuring to desperate and more intimate, and kisses turned deeper and more intense. âŻAll words were left behind.Â
Usoppâs hand travelled from her face to her hips, pushing her closer, making her feel all of him. He thrusted against her and moaned on the back of her neck. Namiâs lips descended, sucking on her lips, then her neck, but being gentle, not wanting to leave more marks on her, at least not right now. Her tongue drew along the ink of the constellations on her shoulder and the blue that reminded them of her past, of where and what sheâs been through. Â
âLove you.â Whispered Usopp. He needed to feel them close but didnât know how to ask for it. No matter how long theyâve been together, it was still a hard subject. Not only for him, but for the three. Childhood had been a rough time, too many losses, too much pain for such young minds. But it was moments like this that helped like a balm, nourishing their chipped hearts. Â
âI love you,â Nami whispered back, now going for his lips. Her tongue entered his mouth without any shame or hesitation.Â
Jessamine pulled off her clothes, discarding them all over the floor, paying no mind as to where they would end up, then she did the same with theirs, but this time, careful of their bandages. As NamiÂŽs breasts spilt out of her underwear, she latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it, rough, no care or thought, just raw need.Â
Nami moaned inside Usoppâs mouth, her hand against the back of her other loverâs head, pushing her closer to her chest, wanting to feel her even more. She simply needed more.Â
They moved around.Â
Jessamine stayed in the middle but now lay on her back, Nami now kissing her as Usopp moved further down. His mouth sucked on one of her nipples as his fingers pulled on the other, tongue moving around the small button and pulling on it. The Devil Fruit user moaned against her loverâs mouth, one of her hands on her hair and the other on the man worshipping her body.Â
Nami didnât want to be left behind, so with no hesitation, she opened her legs, immediately going for her clitoris, toying with it, pressing it and squeezing it softly between her fingers in a V. Jessamine was so turned on that it didnât take much for her to be able to put her fingers inside her. Two fingers went in as her thumb stimulated her clit. Jess' hips snapped up, following the feeling, chasing Namiâs hand, moaning and whining for more. Between Usoppâs lips and Namiâs hand, it was almost too much.Â
âNami!â She gasped.Â
She moved her mouth from her loverâs and looked for her breasts until she was able to get one inside her mouth. Moaning around it, sucking on it without any regard. A wet smack as she alternated between the two buds. Â
âUsopp...â Nami moaned, wanting to feel him closer. And he obliged.Â
He pulled himself away from Jess' tits and went for Namiâs mouth, but she stopped him, opening her mouth wide and showing him her tongue.Â
Usopp swallowed, âfuck...â He kneeled on the bed next to Jess' body. His cock was dark, long and hard, the head swollen and red-tinted. Nami took him into her mouth and pushed it until he was touching the back of her throat, making her gag. It was messy, saliva dribbling down and landing on Jess' chest; she moaned around him and ran her tongue on the underside of the phallus. Then came up to focus on the head, following the rhythm and movements that Jess was doing on her nipples.Â
âOh gods, Nami...â He stroked her cheek as she pushed his cock against it.Â
But Namiâs focal point was being tested, and her fingers were faltering, making Jess whine.Â
âPlease, please, please, more...â Jess begged. And while usually, Nami might tease her for that, in this moment, the only thing both Usopp and she could think of was giving her anything and everything she wanted. So, they gave into her wishes.Â
Nami pulled her fingers out. Usopp pulled himself out of NamiÂŽs mouth and moved between Jessâ legs, bringing her closer to him by her hips. He lost his breath as he saw her gaping hole. It craved him. His fingers circled around the entrance, thrusting inside and teasing her just for a second. Â
âPlease, Usopp. Fuck me, please.â Tears flooded her eyes, her chest heaved heavily. He became completely enamoured by the view. Â
He took his cock and slapped against her hole, circling it before pushing himself inch by inch. She came as soon as he did this; her legs thrashed around, and she was loving every single second.Â
âShit!â He groaned. She was choking him.Â
ââneed your pretty mouth on me, baby. You ready?â Jess nodded with enthusiasm, and Nami gave her a quick peck on the lips before throwing her leg on the other side next to her face. Â
Her glistening cunt now rested a few inches on top of her face. Pretty pink, dripping wet and swollen, her hole clenching around nothing, crying out for any kind of pleasure. Jess' mouth watered, and with no further thought, she ran her tongue through Namiâs folds, tasting her essence and making her cry out. Â
âJust like that, baby. Just like that, just like...â Her mind had left all clarity behind, too lost in the pleasure. Her entire body was shaking with need. Her hands looked for Usopp, and he was quick to appease their want. The long-nosed leaned closer to her and gave her a kiss. Nami's tongue searched for his. Â
Their bodies fused in a mix of pleasure, passion and need. Nami rode Jess' face, she moaned against her, and her hips pushed against Usoppâs hard thrusts and fingers on her clit.Â
His cock stroked and pushed on her walls, looking for that place that drove her inside, pushing and bullying her cervix, rubbing and arousing every nerve on her body. Her walls sucked him in; her essence formed a milky white ring around his cock, and her juices dripped down to the bed sheets.Â
Nami grinded against her mouth, and Jess responded by sucking harder on her clit, her mouth coming down to gather her essence inside her mouth and then fucking her with her tongue.Â
Her head was filled with cotton. Her mouth was full of Namiâs juices. Her pussy to the brim of Usoppâs cock. Jessamine was exactly where she wanted to be. Through her entire body ran electricity and fire, moving, chasing pleasure. She needed them to cum inside her; she needed to cum for them. Her nerves were raw, her breasts and cunt were so sensitive she could cry, but she didnât want it to stop.Â
She moaned against Namiâs core, but it just came out as loud hums. She was getting close. The knot in her belly was growing hotter and tighter, threatening to snap.Â
âA bit more, baby. Please, just a bit more.â Said Nami, pulling on her own nipples. Eyes closed, mouth opened, tongue licking her lips. She was right on the edge.Â
âFuck. Iâm close.â Said Usopp. He bit his lips and tried holding back, but the sight in front of him was simply too much. His cock is coming in and out of Jess. Nami leans back, moving her hips in circles as she rides Jess' mouth, her breasts bouncing. His vision turned white, and his head flew back as he pulled himself out, and his seed landed on Jess' tits. And that did it for her. Her moans turned into screams, and her juices splashed outside and hit his thighs and lower belly.Â
Nami came at the sight. Her voice came out loud and sharp. Her body flew forward, Usopp quick to catch her. Their lungs begged for air, their skin covered in sweat and saliva, and their hearts completely full.Â
âYou okay?â Usopp asked her between breaths. She nodded with a small smile on her face, pushing herself off of Jess with his help.Â
âEverything good, baby?â She turned to ask her other lover.Â
Jessamine had hearts in her eyes, a bright smile and around it the navigatorâs pearly juices. âAll good.âÂ
DAY 9. breeding, daddy kink đ«Â | Roronoa ZoroÂ
Pairing(s): Roronoa Zoro x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis:
Author's notes: Finally, Day 9! I'm sorry it has taken me this long, but I may have overestimated the amount of porn I can write. Can you tell I enjoy jealous sex? Would you like a part two? Hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you, @tsunami-of-tears, for the gorgeous dividers. Leave a comment to get tagged on the next days!
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Jealousy is not a usual sentiment for Zoro. He knows who he is, what he wants, where heâs going (on his journey, not directionally) and how you feel about him. Never doubting you, your love or relationship. And though in the beginning Sanji would strike a nerve or two with his constant flirting, Zoro soon learned to take advantage of the cookâs coquetry, by stealing your dessert, drinks, and anything that would send Sanji into a tantrum. However, if that didnât appease the blondeâs intentions, or your boyfriendâs anger, he just had to fuck you hard enough for the entire ship to hear you scream his name. Â
Thatâs been the status quo so far on the ship, or that had been until a certain surgeon showed up. Trafalgar Law. The pirate who formed an alliance with Luffy and had been travelling on the Sunny for the last couple of weeks. The swordsman had accepted said decision with little to no hesitation, fully trusting his captainâs judgement. That was until he had overheard a conversation that put him on edge.Â
He was on his way to take a nap in your joint cabin, making a quick stop to retrieve you from the girlsâ room, when he first heard the navigator.Â
âCome on! You canât tell me you havenât noticed him! The other day, when you were helping Chopper gather herbs, his eyes were practically glued to your ass.â She exaggerated her words, giggling.Â
âI must agree with Nami, love. Heâs got further intentions than just an alliance with Luffy...â Robin replied, taking a sip of her coffee.Â
âYeah, he wants to form a coalition between you, your cunt and his di...â Â
âNami!â You cut her off. âOf course I have! But what the fuck do you want me to do?â You laughed.Â
âIâve seen you tell Sanji to fuck off; we all have! So, I wonder, are you enjoying the surgeonâs attention?âÂ
Zoroâs ear was now glued to the door.Â
You hesitated for a couple of seconds, trying to form an answer that wouldnât dig a deeper hole than the one you were already in.Â
âI fucking knew it!â Nami screamed, pointing at you accusatorily, a wide triumphant smile plastered on her face.Â
âShh! Shut the hell up! Do you want the entire fucking red line to hear you?â You threw a pillow at her head, wanting to shut her mocking laugh, âOkay, sue me, heâs handsome, interesting, and well... he reminds me a little of Zoro. Itâs not like Iâm going to do something about it; itâs just a measly, little crush.âÂ
âYeah, the two of them share a lot of traits; it looks like you have a type.â Robin gave her input.Â
âYeah, the shitty, anger issues type. At least he knows how to read directions.âÂ
Umm, uncalled for, Zoro thought. Â
âOh, suck a dick.âÂ
âEww, no, thank you.âÂ
The three of you kept laughing and gossiping, but your man no longer felt like hearing or napping. No. Something big, ugly and green formed in his chest.Â
Zoroâs observation, Haki had never worked as hard as it did through dinner. You sat next to him as per usual, and Law had taken the seat right in front of you, which allowed the swordsman to see every interaction you two had, and boy, it took everything in him not to jump at the Heart pirate. He noticed how Lawâs eyes lingered a bit too long on your lips as your tongue licked the remnants of the sweet drink Sanji had prepared for you, how he paid extra attention to anything you said, even if someone else interrupted or talked over you, motherfucker even offered you his slice of cake. He wasnât even being that subtle. How in the fuck did he miss it for that long?Â
Marimo wasnât being any better: squeezing your hip, pushing you closer to him, kissing your cheek, sharing his sake, whispering inappropriate things in your ear and acting so unlike his usual self. It didnât take much for you to catch on to his intentions, and even though you should probably stop him, you couldnât help but love the attention.Â
After dinner, Zoro tried taking you to the crowâs nest, claiming you two had a âsparring sessionâ pending. You were tempted to indulge in his little white lie, but decided against it, claiming you were spending the remainder of the evening at the library âroom Law had claimed as his for the last few weeks, only allowing Robin and you to enter, or at least not glared at you when you did. Â
And there he was, as if waiting for you. Reading one of the novels you had recommended, or at least pretending to when you came in, but you didnât have to know that.Â
âHow are you liking it so far?âÂ
âItâs good. The central issue about societyâs perspective and expectations on lesbian relationships is quite eye-opening.âÂ
âIsnât it? I spent half the book angry and wanting to scream at the villain's blatant misogyny and homophobia.âÂ
âYeah, her husband is an asshole. The sex was quite good, though.â He smirked, wanting to tease you.Â
âUgh, I knew you would say that. You are such a man.â You rolled your eyes but continued to smile.Â
âForgive me, cannot help it, no matter how much I try.â He closed the book, âBut you canât tell me you didnât enjoy the vivid and vastly pictorial smut scenes?âÂ
You blushed, remembering said parts, âmaybe...â Avoided his stare.Â
âMm...â He hummed, clearly pleased with your reaction.Â
"Ehem." Before he could say anything else, your boyfriend hawked loudly, announcing his presence. All colour abandoned your face, and while you technically werenât doing anything wrong, you also knew Zoro wasnât stupid and could perfectly catch the conversationâs subtone.
You were flirting with the surgeon.Â
âYou think you are real fucking cute throwing yourself at the fucking doctor, huh?â His fingers were threaded across your hair, making sure you didnât pull away. Â
Your ass cheeks were now as red as the blood in your veins, purple beginning to peek; your knees ached just as much against the floor of the crowâs nest, and black mascara tears ran down your face as your boyfriend choked you on his cock.Â
You gagged as the tip punched the back of your throat. Lips swollen, jaw burning and saliva and tears ran down your throat, but hearts filled up your pupils, loving every single second of your punishment. You ran your tongue on the underside, tracing his veins, making him groan.Â
âDo I have to remind you who you belong to, slut?â He pushed away for a second, allowing you to gasp for air and barely give him an answer.Â
âZoro...â You whined, but he pushed himself deeper down your throat, shutting you up.Â
âWho, baby?âÂ
âIâm yours, daddy.â Your voice is shaky and broken by the lack of oxygen.Â
âThen act like it.â He shoved himself back and continued his assault on your mouth for a couple of minutes; the only thing that could be heard was the sound of you choking and his laboured breathing.Â
When he pulled out, he wasn't gentle about it, immediately ordering you to get on your hands and knees on the bench, not bothering to put the cushion under you. You gasped for air, heaving, but quick to comply. He gave your bottom a couple of harsh slaps, ones that would surely leave a mark, exactly what he wanted.Â
âIâm sorry, daddy!â You cried out, desperate.Â
He hummed in response, not impressed. Â
Zoro pushed his pants down, just enough to pull himself out. He was hard as a rock, his dark, red tip pointing to the ceiling, drops of precum already escaping from it. He spent a couple of seconds looking at his work of art, his handprints decorating your skin, your hole clenching around nothing and leaking out, wetting the wood under you, begging for him. He tugged on his cock, jerking himself and pushing the head against one of your cheeks, teasing you. You whimpered and whined his name, but he just spanked you again.Â
âTell me what you want.âÂ
âFuck me, daddy. Please, please, fuck me.âÂ
He bent over, pressing his chest against your back, his hand lifted your face and squeezed your cheeks, âYou are mine to fuck, mine to breed, no one elseâs. Donât you dare forget about it, slut.â He slammed himself inside your tight hole, no warning.Â
âFuck, Zoro!â You screamed, almost losing your balance, but he didnât care.Â
Your thighs trembled, eyes on the back of your head and hands gripping the bench, the little sanity you had left. You knew what the consequences would be when you began your little game with the Heart Captain, but this was way better than anything you could ever imagine. Sure, your boyfriend is usually rough and relentless, but this was borderline animalistic. No regard for your poor pussy or throat, he turned you into a fuck toy, his fuck toy.Â
His pelvis slams against your bottom, his balls slapping on your clit, and his cock tearing you open. His breathing is heavy and abrupt, deep groans come out of his chest, and you can hear your name in between them. You moan and scream his name with every thrust, your nerves on fire and the knot in your belly threatening to snap any second now.Â
âWhoâs fuckin you this good, woman?âÂ
âYou, Zoro!â You can barely articulate.Â
âWho?â He thrusts even deeper.Â
âShit!â you hold tighter onto the wood, âyou, daddy!âÂ
The head pressed against that spot that had you seeing stars, and Zoro knew it, continuing to bully it until you reached your climax. One of his hands came down, circling and playing with your clit, making you clench harder around him.Â
âIâm gonna cum, oh gods, daddy!â Pleasure burned inside you, your head underwater and every inch of your body ignited.Â
âCum with me, baby.â His other hand pushed you harsher against, making you meet his thrusts. You could feel him right on your cervix, âgonna cum inside you, baby. You are mine. Iâm gonna breed you, then that fucking surgeon will think twice before trying to take whatâs mine. Gonna knock you, baby. Yâgonna be full of me, woman.â A mixture of jealousy, pussy drunkenness and possessiveness concocted inside his brain, but you were too far gone at this point to even think about it.Â
âCum inside me, daddy, please, please...â You blabbered.Â
The feeling of his essence filling you up pushed you over the edge, making you scream his name and sending you gasping down the bench, not able to support your body anymore. His cock is still inside you, and your walls are clenching around it, milking out everything heâs got left.Â
He pressed his face against your neck, catching his breath, then kissed your ear, whispering âgood girlâ before pulling out. His cum spilt out, but his fingers pushed it inside, not wanting anything to be wasted.Â
Zoro was awake before the rest of the crew. Lifting weights and keeping watch for any possible danger, but also watching out for a certain individual whom he couldnât wait to get rid of.Â
The sun was barely visible, the clouds tinted in purple and orange tones, the breeze was calm and warming, the waves were at ease, and after last night, the uncertainty in his heart had also found some peace, at least for now. But he could never be too careful.Â
Zoro sighed, feeling his muscles growing tense. He could feel him before even hearing him, âMorning, Trafalgar.âÂ
He grumbled a greeting back. Tiredness and fatigue in his voice.Â
âTrouble sleeping, doctor?â Your boyfriend teased, a playful smirk on his face.Â
Law hummed.Â
âMm, sorry if we kept you awake. You know how she can be.â Zoro continued.Â
âNo worries, Zoro-ya.â He said as he entered the kitchen, longing for a cup of coffee, âIâm sure soon Iâll get to see it myself.âÂ
Zoro turned his face to look at him, bewildered by the comment, but was only met with the kitchen door closing.Â
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Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader; Sabo x reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
Author's notes: My, very late, ValentineÂŽs Day gift to you, mochis. Purely smut. Hope you enjoy it. I think I'm blind from the amount of time I spent writing it. Love you. By the way, what would you think about more angst on this blog?
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LuffyÂ
Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentineâs is coming, but thankfully, heâs got Sanji for that.Â
So, when the day comes, heâs shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth.Â
Sanji still canât believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain)Â
You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand.Â
In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is.Â
Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you.Â
âIf I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?âÂ
No need to ask.Â
Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine.Â
âLuffy...â You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. Heâs rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue.Â
He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers donât stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a âcome hitherâ motion while his thumb toys with your clit, âthere they are!â Heâs quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand. Â
Food and sex together arenât a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until heâs biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you.Â
âYou make them taste even better, sweetsâ, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder.Â
âLuffy! Fuck just like that!â You push your tits closer to his mouth.Â
He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and youâre blissed out from the pleasure. Itâs then that he says,Â
âNow, Iâm craving something else.â He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen.Â
âThat candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!â The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back.Â
âSure,â Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey.Â
ZoroÂ
Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain.Â
âYou donât have to remind me, twirly brows.â He says as he does crunches.Â
âWe donât?â For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead.Â
âIâve already got covered.âÂ
Nami doesnât buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, âWhat did you get her?âÂ
âThere was this fine liquor store at the last isla...â A punch landed on his head before he could finish.Â
âI fucking knew it!âÂ
He isnât that stupid... Itâs just that alcohol clouds his thinking.Â
Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out.Â
Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crowâs nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need.Â
It isnât until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro.Â
Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but thatâs the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldnât feel any prouder.Â
âYou like it rough, donât you, woman.â He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle.Â
âMmhm,â you nod, âyes, Zoro, please fuck me harderâ, you whine.Â
He laughs, but gives it to you, âYou are such a whore for my cock.â Â
His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it.Â
His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out.Â
âTightest fucking cunt,â he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, heâs got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, âyou gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?âÂ
âYes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.âÂ
âDonât worry, girl. Iâm gonna fuck you full.âÂ
His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release.Â
âCome on, woman. Cum on my cock.âÂ
Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up.Â
âIâm not done with you.âÂ
The next day, while you can barely walk, heâs training his heart out.Â
You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles.Â
âRough night?â Robin teases.Â
âMore like he gave it to her, rough,â Usopp adds.Â
You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness.Â
Robin just laughs behind her hand.Â
SanjiÂ
The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidaysÂ
Heâs been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that)Â
Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows youâd love and that remind him of you.Â
In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and thatâs the first fight of the day for both)Â
Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls)Â
The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods)Â
When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriendâs money and Namiâs fashion input.Â
And Sanji between your legs. Â
He couldnât help himself; he just had to have dessert first.Â
âSanji!â Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you.Â
âGood morning, my love.â He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. âHappy Valentineâs Day, sweetheart.âÂ
You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanjiâs fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you.Â
âYou look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.â He mumbles against your core before diving back in.Â
Sanji is no messy eater. Heâs careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such.Â
You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew.Â
âPlease, please, please, Sanji...â you beg, but heâs giving you everything and more.Â
âCome on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.â He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris.Â
One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension.Â
âCum, baby, please, cum for me.âÂ
And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure.Â
âYes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.âÂ
After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you.Â
(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.)Â
AceÂ
Heâs somewhat prepared.Â
He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right?Â
Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasnât the way.Â
One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat.Â
Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried.Â
âI think this one will look nice on her, Ace,â Izou said, handing him the small tub.Â
âThanks, man.â He put on his backpack.Â
âSure. Iâm sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...â The samurai teased.Â
âOkay, okay, man. Fuck off.âÂ
That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you.Â
You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date.Â
A lightbulb went off.Â
âOh gods, baby girl.â Ace moaned, leaning back against the shipâs mast.Â
You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when youâd gag.Â
His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. Heâd give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper.Â
âFuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.â He let out a pleased laugh.Â
Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didnât care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick.Â
âYou are so fucking good, so fucking good.â He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know heâs losing control of his powers.Â
You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, âcum in my mouth, Ace.âÂ
He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; itâs his second favourite thing.Â
You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, âplease, please daddy, cum in my mouth.â Your eyes beg for it.Â
His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, itâs coming.Â
âIâm gonna, Iâm gonna cum, baby girl.â He moans.Â
You suck harder, faster. You need it.Â
He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you donât care.Â
âFuck!â Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world.Â
Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someoneâs eyes.Â
ââs a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?âÂ
The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face.Â
LawÂ
Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know heâs trying. Heâs just stupid.Â
Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love.Â
(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?)Â
(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless)Â
So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship.Â
Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb.Â
âCaptain, youâve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.â Ikkaku groans.Â
Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, âI fail to see whatâs wrong with my idea.âÂ
âLooking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,â Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan.Â
âTo me it is.â The surgeon grumbles.Â
He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Lawâs standards, but when does life ever go his way?Â
That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck.Â
Heâs pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea.Â
âLaw?â You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might...Â
âLaw.â You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles.Â
His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He canât help but think you deserve better.Â
âLove...â Heâs out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him.Â
âBepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentineâs Day.â You leaned down, kissing his cheek.Â
Law groans, that wide mouth bear.Â
The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it.Â
Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways.Â
âLaw!â Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin.Â
But he canât seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, âfeel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cockâs so deep inside you?âÂ
You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies.Â
Law usually doesnât allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasnât felt this alive in years.Â
His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind.Â
âHarder, faster, more, more, more, Law!â You donât know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more.Â
And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, thatâs enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesnât relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again.Â
âYou are going to give me another one.â He declares. His hips donât stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth.Â
ââs too much...â you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesnât allow you to run away.Â
âOne more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.â His words are getting crasser, nastier, and thatâs how you know Lawâs head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours.Â
âLaw!â You cry out.Â
âOne more, one more...â He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it canât fit anymore inside of you.Â
The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night.Â
âMy gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,â Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes.Â
âShachi!â Law scolds him.Â
SaboÂ
You firmly believe thereâs nothing hotter than a revolutionary.Â
Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth.Â
And while your boyfriend is all that, heâs also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you.Â
Itâs up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day.Â
âYou may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,â Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers.Â
Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didnât forget to do it.) âI know, I know.â He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another âreminderâ from his best friend.Â
Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankovâs islandâs beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldnât help but feel like something was once missing.Â
Ah, right.Â
Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand thatâs digging itself onto your skin, but you donât dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist.Â
Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous youâve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he wonât complain about it.Â
âCome on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.â His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him.Â
âOh gods, Sabo!â You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesnât care.Â
He lifts one of his hands, âSlap!â, a hard smack against your bottom.Â
You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, âYes, please, please, moreâÂ
He lands an even harder slap, âYou like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?âÂ
Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you canât, you wonât, âYes, Sabo!âÂ
âWho do you belong to?â Smack!Â
âYou!âÂ
Smack! âWho?âÂ
âSabo!â Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body.Â
âLouder!â Smack!Â
âSabo!â It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off.Â
âThe island is big, Sabo; you guys didnât have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,â Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated.Â
spell on the night. đ« | Roronoa Zoro
Pairing(s): Roronoa Zoro x reader
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience; dubious conscent (?), pheromones (?) Kinda sex pollen
Synopsis: Your vision is distorted, barely able to distinguish anything other than him. The back of your head screams for his touch, for his presence, for his essence inside you.
Author's notes: My first fic this year! I'm sorry for the delay, but between recovering and life in general things haven't been as smooth as I thought they would be. As an apology for my absence here's some Zoro smut, enjoy. Kinktober will officially continue next week! Thank you, @sister-lucifer, for the gorgeous dividers.
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Luffy is the man you would follow to the depths of hell; you can fully agree on that. He will be the king of the pirates. Yet, at the same time, sometimes you wish you had thought twice before jumping into a ship with the other nine maniacs who were willing to embark on every and any decision he deemed as an âadventureâ. Normally, you would have Nami on your side, punching him in the head and reprimanding him for jumping at any danger just because it sounds âfunâ and dragging you along with him, but this time, said risk involves money. And money is something your navigator doesnât mess about with.
Be Per Minu Island is basically one giant nightclub. Any hour, any day, any time thereâs music, alcohol and all kinds of things the Marines would never approve of. For some reason, the island holds a great treasure right in its core. The legend says that it's what keeps the party alive; others say itâs probably just a ridiculous amount of drugs, but the Cat Burglar wonât let any of you leave the place before checking it out.
Now, in the middle of one of the most peculiar islands youâve ever come across, you make your way across the drunk crowd, cringing and huffing at the number of bodies you rub against, all the sweat, saliva, god knows what other fluid ends up on you and your clothes. With one hand, you push anyone and anything on your way, with the other, you hold Zoro, who earlier threw a tantrum about how he didnât need a babysitter, but got lost within the first five minutes, so here you were.
Your mission was the same as Namiâs and Robinâs: gather all the intel you can about the place, the treasure and any other valuable things there might be there (and if thereâs time, who in their right mind would willingly live here?) Zoroâs is to protect you from any danger and eliminate any trouble. Everything seems easy enough, but for the part where you have to act as a couple. No one must suspect what you are here to do, but the moss head sucks at playing spy.
âCan you stop glaring at people? Also, dance, move and stop acting like a fucking statue. Someoneâs gonna suspect us.â You hiss at him while moving at the rhythm of the music, your arms thrown around his neck.
He scans the room and notices guards and security on the platforms and the floor above. The annoyed look on his face stays there, âtoo many people.â
âYou have a drink in your hand; how can you not be happy?â
âI canât even drink in peace without some idiot bumping into me.â He says, trying to take a sip of whatever is in the huge beer jar, âThis tastes so fucking weird.â
You continue dancing, trying to seem casual and tipsy. You press your body against his occasionally, but are also pushed by the people around you.
Zoro keeps his unoccupied hand around your waist but doesnât look at you; he knows he might blush if he does, and even if you wouldnât be able to see it, he would rather not risk it.
Your eyes look around, mapping out the room, but between the lights, the people and the decorations, itâs quite hard. Also, your path always seems to end on his body. The Marimo trains hard every day and night to protect his captain and crew, and the proof is in how huge he is. His chest, his arms, his ass, you have them perfectly memorised, you might be worse than Sanji, but no one has to know that. Except for the fact that Nami and Usopp are fully aware of your crush on the green-haired. Hence, why you were specifically paired with him for this adventure.
âGive me a sip.â You grab his cup, gulping down some of its contents. He protests, but doesnât stop you. You look at it as if it personally insulted you. It does have a weird taste: fruity, spicy, sharp and pungent; it makes your tongue tingle. âWhat the fuck is that?â You give it back.
He shrugs before downing the rest. As he drinks, you two make eye contact, and the heat rises in you. A trail of alcohol makes its way down his mouth to his neck, and the only thing you can think of is how much you would love to clean it with your tongue. He licks his lips clean as he finishes, itâs like heâs trying to torture you.
âFollow me.â You pull him into another room, needing a minute to get your mind out of the gutter.
Every room seems to have a theme, so long youâve come across a zoo room, a medieval castle, a disco, and a circus, but this one seems weird compared to the others. Weird in the sense that itâs just dimmed neon lights, you can barely see whatâs ahead of you, and the music is just as loud, but also slower, jazzier and melodic, smoke comes out of machines on the walls, and the whole place smells heavy, musky. You hesitate for a second, but figure it must be just another thing you donât understand about this island.
âCanât see shit ,â you hear the swordsman groan from behind you.
âI know.â
Bodies blur together, the heat is almost suffocating, and a strange tingle invades your body, but you choose to ignore it, too focused on the task in mind. Sweat drips down your neck and runs down in between your breasts, the same thing happens from your abdomen down your core and legs.
Zoro is glad heâs wearing as little as possible; still, the black tight tank top is bothering him; his arms and chest are just as wet as yours. His breathing grows heavier, and he needs to lick his lips every couple of seconds. When did he get so thirsty? Why is alcohol not quenching his urge?
As you try to find your way out, you bump into someone huge who doesnât even budge at the impact. You are sent back, crashing against your crewmateâs chest. Firm, strong, defined. Fuck, itâs not the time for that.
He grabs your waist with one hand, steadying you, âYou okay?â he mumbles in your ear, his hot breath caressing your neck.
You nod, not trusting your voice.
Only then do you notice how weird you feel. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth, your lips and throat feel as dry as Yuba. Your skin tingles and itches, and your temperature is rising by the second; every nerve on your body is on fire, and even the slightest touch pushes you to the edge.
âZoro,â it comes out whinier, weaker than you expected, âsomethingâs wrong.â The words climbing up burn.
And it seems like your vice-captain is in the same situation: âWe have to get out of here.â
But... how? Your vision is distorted, barely able to distinguish anything other than him. The back of your mind screams for his touch, for his presence, for his essence inside you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought. Zoro looks around, narrowing his eyes, trying to focus on anything, but itâs useless. He only sees you. You and your soaked top, your nipples peeking through the fabric; how sinfully tight your shorts are and how good your legs look; finally ending up on your face: flushed, drunk, dazed, blushing lips and glistening running down your neck.
He looks just as delicious. His gaze is no longer glaring, but it's even more intense, dilated pupils that scream desire; his tongue and teeth wonât let go of his lower lip; the muscles and veins in his arms and hands keep flexing, stopping themselves from shoving you against him.
âZo...â, thereâs no hiding now, no other words needed, you want each other. You feel like you might die if you don't give in to your impulses in the next second.
His discipline and self-control are usually greater and firmer than yours, but not right now, now the only thing that will put out the fire inside of him is to fuck you. And so he will.
In the blink of an eye, he's got you pressed against the nearest wall. His mouth eats at yours as if life depended on it; it's messy, vulgar and desperate, exactly what you need. His tongue dances with yours at first, then it becomes a battle that you promptly lose, but you are happy to. His appendage tours every part of you, then his lips suck on yours, a moan escapes his throat, and the sound sends sparks down your spine. Then, his face is on your neck, his hips grinding against yours, his hard-on pushing itself against your wet core. You whine desperately; he groans in satisfaction. You throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck, where he leaves his mark. Heâs rough, careless of breaking the skin or how many bruises he leaves behind, but thatâs the last thing on your mind. Your hands run up and down his back, feeling every inch of muscle and skin. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he brushes against your clit with every thrust.
âZoro...â You moan his name, asking for more, it's the only thing you know how to do anymore. You are so unbelievably wet that you can feel your panties sticking to you.
âFuck. I need you.â He responds. One of his arms carries you and presses you even closer to the wall, his other urgently takes your clothes off. Your shorts and panties hang off one of your feet; his pants are pushed down. His cock springs up, hitting against your lower lips, making you cry out.
His hand goes down your body, wanting, needing to feel just how wet you are. âHoly shit,â He says as his thumb presses on your bundle of nerves, while two of his fingers make their way into your entrance, âyou are so fucking tight.â
You grow more desperate every second, âZoro, please, please, just fuck me.â
And he wants to, thereâs nothing he wants more, but in a brief moment of clarity, âlet me just open you up a bit, woman.â
âIâm ready, please, put it inside, please, please.â Your nails dig harder into his skin; you wiggle your hips, trying to push him inside.
Lust fogs his judgement, he hesitates no more, pressing the head of his cock and shoving himself in one thrust. Your first orgasm of the night, your walls wrap around him like a vice, not willing to let go. You swear you can feel him in your throat. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth in âoâ, you look down to the place where you are connected, and even though you can barely see anything, it makes you clench harder around him.
Zoro mimics your actions, thrusting up at the sight beneath him, at the feeling; his lower lip trapped in between his teeth. Your juices now cover your thighs and his belly, but little does he care. The fever is now beyond all bearing; with one hand, he manages to take off his top, and you couldn't be more grateful. There it is, in all its greatness and fullness. Sadly, you don't get to rejoice much in the view; his thrusting retakes their intensity, forcing you to shut your eyes in pleasure.
His rhythm is violent, impaling you on his cock, shaping your insides to fit him and only him, bullying and shoving himself against your cervix, his pelvis crashing and rubbing on your clit and his balls slapping against your ass.
Your nails leave crescent moons on his chest, arms and shoulders; you scream his name again and again as an anthem, obscenities escape you, but it only pushes him to fuck you harder.
âSo fuckinâ wet,â he grumbles. Saliva on the corner of his mouth, craving for you to be even closer, his teeth close around the delicate skin of your neck.
Your hands push his mouth closer, âYes, Zoro!â
ââm gonna fill you up so much, youâll be dripping me for days. Gonna cum so deep and so much you won't be able to forget my taste.â Never had you ever heard him spout such filthy words, but you absolutely love it. The pheromones in his system cloud his brain, making him honest and fully open about his desires: âYou are mine, and Iâll make sure no other man can ever satisfy you, only me.â
You babble, your tongue feels huge inside your mouth, âcum inside me, Zo, please, please,â eyes crossed, you don't even know what you are asking for, you just know you need it.
âOpen,â his eyes locked on your mouth, you obey, he spits on your tongue, âswallow.â
And you do as he says. It tastes like the drink you just had and him. The only thing that you feel is him, all over you, the way he breathes, moans and groans, how his muscles contract with every thrust and how he shudders with how close he is to the edge. Your eyes can hardly see the rest of the crowd; no one is sober enough to care about what the two of you are doing, and you are also quite sure you aren't the only ones doing it. People move at the rhythm of a woman's voice who sings about a spell on the night. When you recover full consciousness, you probably will feel shame and embarrassment about your actions, but currently, the only thing that matters is how Zoro's pre cum runs down your core and onto your legs.
âGonna lose my fucking mind if you keep gripping me like that, woman.â He moans, his climax is approaching, and so is yours.
The knot inside of your belly gets warmer and tighter, your electricity runs up and down your nerves, and a boiling sensation starts to form inside your cunt, âI'm close, Iâm gonna cum, gonna cum, oh god, Zoro!â You chant.
âCum. Come on, cum on my cock. Milk me dry.â His voice is strained; he can't hold it much longer.
It splatters everywhere, the floor, the walls and your bodies. His cum paints your insides, filling up your womb and coming out in gushes. A guttural groan comes out of him, âShit, your pussy is so fucking good, fuck.â A milky, thick white ring around his cock and your entrance. You hold gravely onto each other, your mouths kissing fiercely, trying to appease the heat. Itâs not enough, not yet.
So, the night continues, and so do you.
Four of your crewmates run around the club trying to find you, the last ones missing. The music is too loud, and the place is too crowded. Usopp is worried that Zoro might have gotten lost and you captured. Robin uses her Devil Fruit to search more rooms. Brookâs height allows him to see over more people, and Sanji screams your name and pushes men around trying to find you.
It's only then that Robin's eyes come across quite the scene, âOh my.â She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks blushing slightly.
âDid you find them?â Sanji asks urgently.
She smiles, but before she can say anything.
âHoly shit!â Usopp lets out, eyes wide with surprise and horror, making the others turn to look.
âYo ho ho!â Brook exclaims, âShe's not wearing any panties!â
âWhat the fuck is going on, Marimo?!â Sanji screams, but Zoro can't hear him, too deep inside you.
Happy holidays, I hope you've been having a great time with the people you love đ« just wanted to come here to say a few things.
1. Yes, I'll keep posting
2. Yes, I'll finish Kinktober
3. Yes, I'll finish Him
4. Yes, I'm taking commissions
Life got a bit on the way and I'm currently writing this from my hospital bed (they took away my gallbladder since it decided to give up on me). The pain I was feeling during the last months was quite debilitating hence why I hadn't been able to post or even write. I'm sorry for my absence, but I hope in the next couple of days I can continue with my writing schedule. Look forward to Zoro's (very very late) birthday as well as Katakuri's and, of course, the love of my life, Ace.
Commision for @tooslowx0 đ« | Trafalgar D. Water LawÂ
Pairing(s): Khai Maricielo (oc) x Trafalgar D. Water Law
Genre: Smut, fluff
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: He would never show it, but he's excited. He misses his crew; the Straw Hats aren't so bad, but my gods do they tire him out, Luffy in specific, to be quite honest, and, more than anything, he misses his heart.Â
Author's notes: This is a commission for @tooslowx0! I'm so happy to write for Khai! He's quite handsome and versatile to work with, and Law as a bottom is quite the fantasy, hehe. If you want to commission some of my work, please send me a DM they are always open! đ«
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Dressrosa is now free. Doflamingo was defeated. And a huge weight has been lifted off Law's shoulders and heart. For once, he allowed himself to feel some peace knowing he had fulfilled Rosinante's dream. The future ahead was uncertain and scary, but just for tonight, he would focus only on what was waiting for him at Zou.Â
He would never show it, but he's excited. He misses his crew; the Straw Hats aren't so bad, but my gods do they tire him out, Luffy in specific, to be quite honest, and, more than anything, he misses his heart.Â
As he makes his way through the thick flora of the forest, he begins thinking about how long it has been since the last time he saw Khai. Departure before Punk Hazard hadn't been easy, as he couldn't even promise he'd be able to make it back. Law had a duty, and no matter how heavy his chest felt, he ought to live up to his promise. Even if that meant losing his life in the process. Though he would rather die than admit it, he thanked Luffy for the help and for giving him the chance to see his crew and love again.Â
He knew he was coming closer to their hideout. Bepo has never been quite the silent type. Laughter, screaming, and cursing filled his ears, the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, and a specific voice sent his pulse racing.Â
"Captain!" It was like the mink had sensed him, immediately running into his arms, attaching himself, and not letting go. The rest soon followed.Â
All of them asked questions, made comments and craved to know absolutely everything Law had gone through the last few months. But behind all the noise and fuss, the surgeon spotted his partner, standing tall and proud, arms crossed and with a big smile on his face. On that second, Law knew he was back home.Â
He regretted his latest statement about the Straw Hat Captain. The Thank yous and gratitude had gone out the window, and now he felt like murdering him. Luffy was jumping up and down the entire place, laughing, eating and drinking to his heart's content, and what's worse is he had dragged Law into the mess, latching onto him and not letting go. Khai could only watch from afar, amused by the sight of his boyfriend and his new obligatory friend. He knew behind the scowl and the exasperation; his captain was happy, and that gave him great joy.Â
The second he was able, Law ran away and hid from the overwhelming, and, frankly, ridiculous scene. Seeking refuge in his solitude, but most importantly, on his boyfriend's chest.Â
"Not enjoying yourself, Doc? " Khai said, teasing him while sipping on his drink.Â
"How come he always gets me involved in his nonsense?" The ex-warlord says while glaring back at the scene.Â
âI am sure he doesnât mean to bother you. Luffy simply wants to have fun.âÂ
âI disagree. I think what he takes pleasure in is annoying me.â He buffed, pouting like a small child.Â
Khai simply smiled and finished his drink. As fun as all this was, he needed some time to himself and Law, away from Luffy, the crew, the stress of the future, and the rest of the world. So, discreetly, he took his captain's hand and walked them further away into the forest.Â
They aren't a secret and aren't trying to hide the fact that they are together, but the Iron Dancer knows how shy the doctor can be. Law isn't one for public displays of affection; he didnât want to appear vulnerable or open in front of anyone, but his boyfriend, Khai, knows and respects that.Â
Resting his back against a tree, facing away from the celebration and blocking out the noises and excitement, he hugs Law by the waist, pulling him closer to his chest. His warmth and smell are things that become part of his everyday, and now that heâs got them back, itâs like heâs been living in starvation.Â
"I yearned for you." He whispered against his ear, leaving feathery kisses over his tanned skin and pulling on the golden earrings on the doctorâs earlobes.Â
"Missed you too, Khai-ya." He mumbled back. Pink dusted cheeks and hiding himself in his lover's chest. No matter how much time they've been together, Law still couldn't get used to being so forward with his feelings.Â
A few moments were spent in silence, just enjoying each other's company. The north-blue man isnât one of many words, but that doesnât mean he wonât show his love and appreciation in other ways. His hands stroke the naked skin of his loverâs torso and back, tracing the different scars and textures that cover it, remembering their adventures together and the ones the Valora fighter had shared with him. Being away from him had been harder than he expected, and now that they were back together, he didnât want to let go.Â
Khai took his face in his scarred hand. With his thumb, he traced the doctor's facial hair, his cheeks, nose, and finally ended up on his lips. He caressed them softly, wanting him to feel his love and longing through his touch. He felt the dry patches, the bite marks, and the plushness between. He knew those lips like the back of his hand, and his mind couldnât help but recall their times together. The need heâd been concealing for the last few months was now making itself present; he pushed his finger inside his captainâs mouth.Â
Law's eyes opened wide for a second before he decided to throw caution to the wind and welcome the action. His tongue wraps around and sucks him, heat forming on his stomach and beginning to spread to his entire body.Â
"I longed for you, Law." The taller man repeated, but this time, the romance and yearning had brewed into lust and need, his voice dripping with thirst and fervour.Â
And his boyfriend felt the exact same way.Â
No words were needed in the next moments, their touch said everything. Their hands became braver and their mouths more honest. Khaiâs lips continued torturing the surgeonâs neck, leaving his mark on his skin, claiming him as his. Law could barely contain the sounds that kept threatening to come out of his throat; he groped whatever his hands could reach, scratching the tattoos and scars, pushing them closer to each other.Â
âKhai-ya...â He whined against his mouth.Â
âLaw...â He whispered back.Â
He could feel the north blue man getting impatient, but old habits die hard, and itâs been a while since he teased him.Â
âPlease,â He begged softly, but that wasnât good enough.Â
âI do not know what you are asking me. Please explain yourself.â He nuzzled his face into Lawâs hat, wanting to appear oblivious.Â
Another moan escaped his mouth, but he didnât dare say anything else and just pressed his crotch against Khaiâs, eager for any kind of friction he could get. He continued his handsy journey, not listening to the fighter.Â
âLaw...â He warned in a sterner manner.Â
âWhy donât you tell me what you want, huh? You are just as horny, arenât you?âÂ
âWhile I would not be opposed to the idea, I do not believe you would be comfortable with me taking you right here, so close to the crew, so close to the Straw Hats. Or am I mistaken?â He teased.Â
Lawâs ears went bright red, and his eyes opened wide. In a second, the scenery changed,Â
Escaping from the scene wasnât that hard of a task considering: 1. Luffy 2. Lawâs Room, but mostly the first one. Khai had no clue as to where they were, just that the room was quite spacious and looked comfy and private enough for the captain.Â
With no further thought, Khai grabbed the doctor by the waist and pushed him closer. Law was taken aback but not bothered by the gesture.Â
âEager, are we?â He said, looking away, trying to appear nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away.Â
âDo not try to pretend as if you are notâ, the fighterâs hand travelled down, stroking his boyfriendâs hard and quite evident bulge.Â
âTsk, shut up.â Law hid his face but welcomed the gesture.Â
The taller man claimed his mouth, shoving his tongue inside with no regard.Â
Moans, cries and groans filled the room. The clothes were now superfluous, an annoyance that both were quick to discard. Lawâs shirt and animal-print jeans ended up on opposite sides of the room, along Khaiâs boiler suit.Â
The usual calm, cold and collected captain now seemed eager and desperate, and he was. The one thing that he craved most in the world as of this moment was his boyfriend inside his mouth, and that would be the next step of his plan. Cause he always has a plan. And this one he had been thinking about since he first got to Punk Hazard.Â
He dropped to his knees and, along with him, Khaiâs underwear. His cock popped out, almost hitting him in the face. Tall, dark, hard and horny red, just like him. His mouth watered. With further ado, he took the tip on his mouth, sucking him and running his tongue against it and then pushing what he could take of the member until it hit the back of his throat, making him gag around it.Â
âLawâ, he gasped, not expecting the doctor to be so forward. He was overstimulated, and they had just started. Between the feeling of the captainâs mouth around him, the vibrations of his moans, his tongue caressing and tracing every single vein and the way his hand stroked what he couldnât shove inside, it was like being in heaven. He could see every letter of the word âDEATHâ surrounding his cock, and he swore he could just from the sight of that.Â
âThere is no one more irresistible than you, doc.â Amazing how he managed to spew sickeningly sweet compliments while on the verge of filling his boyfriendâs mouth with his cum.Â
The manâs eyes watered even more, but heâd blame it on the cock inside his throat if anyone were to ask. He continued his job, pushing the member in and out, sucking on it, hollowing his cheeks and running his tongue against the shaft, only to push it out and give the same treatment to the head.Â
âLaw.â He sighed, wallowing in the sensations. Even if his eyes threatened to close from the pleasure, he didnât allow it; he needed to witness every second.Â
The shorter man took him out of his mouth and ran his tongue from the bottom to the tip, looking him directly in the eyes, just for a second. Teasing him, daring him. Khai knew what that look meant. The longing, the desire, the need. Law was just as impatient as he, and they both knew they wouldnât last long... at least not in the first round.Â
And with that, the Valora fighter pushed himself away. Done with the games and beating around the bush. He needed to fuck him. And Law felt the same way.Â
Getting rid of the last bits of clothing that covered the surgeon, and with an almost too quick and rushed preparation, he pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him.Â
âYou look absolutely divine, sweetheart.â Khai moaned, enamoured with the sight upon him. Law on his knees, skin glistening, hair dishevelled, hat long forgotten, hooded wanting eyes and bitten red lips, his cheeks bright pink along with his neck and tattooed chest, breathing heavily, his cock hard and pointing up, the tip of it rouged.Â
He knew this view all too well, but it never failed to take away his breath. He loved Law in any position and way he would have him, but he knew this one was the one Law was most comfortable with, since he could be in control of everything. And there is nothing the Iron Dancer loves more than seeing his partner completely secure and enjoying himself.Â
Tired of waiting, the Surgeon of Death grabbed his boyfriendâs cock, and with great precision and care, even though he was almost trembling from want, positioned his cock against his entrance. Law knew he had to take it easy; Khai is no small man, and even if he had done this more times than he can count, it was no easy task. The warmth pushed against his skin, making his nerves come alive. Slowly, he began taking him, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and vein of his boyfriendâs cock.Â
âFuck!â He almost screamed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. It had been a while since the last time heâd had him, and the proof was in the small amount of pain he was feeling, but that didnât stop him. The pleasure was far greater than any discomfort.Â
Khai caressed his legs and hips, whispering praises and comforting phrases while trying not to lose the last threads of sanity he had left. Fuck, it has really been quite some time. âYou are taking me so well.â He moaned.Â
âI forgot how fucking big you are.â He groaned but didnât stop.Â
It took a few moments, but he managed. He could feel his partnerâs pelvis and thighs on his bottom. He was completely full, lightheaded, and like he was already on the verge of cumming, and he couldnât be happier.Â
The bigger man wasnât doing any better, fighting the urge to roll them over and fucking his brains out until both passed out. He didnât know where to look, Lawâs fucked out expression, the tattoos that cover his chest, the place where they became one, or... gods, or the bulge that was quite prominent under his belly.Â
He pressed against it, making Law whine and pathetically wail, âYou are simply sublime, sweetheart.âÂ
With tears in his eyes and a dry mouth, he began satiating the thirst he had been enduring for the last few weeks. His rhythm at first was uneven and wavering, but after a couple of thrusts and some reassurance from the man under him, his muscle memory finally kicked in. His knees and hips went up and down, taking everything Khai would give him and enjoying it. The tip of his cock pressing and touching every right place, pushing on his prostate, making him see stars.Â
Their moans synced, the hesitance and nervousness left behind, and now the sounds that left their mouths were free, filled with lust, passion, love and longing. Khaiâs hands wouldnât stay put, going from Lawâs legs, hips, hands and chest, stroking and redrawing with his fingers every single tattoo that covered his skin. He loves every single trace of them because of the significance they hold, the memories behind them, and because they are Law.Â
His hips started thrusting up as he felt his partnerâs tempo slow down. He didnât mind; the doctor hadnât fully recovered yet. His thrusts were rougher and quicker, sending the man on top forward, now pressing his hands against his boyfriendâs chest and full on crying out from the new rhythm.Â
âShit, shit, gods, Khai! You are being so rough!â He cried, his mouth open, and eyebrows furrowed.Â
âAre you complaining?â He slowed down for a second, a smirk on his face when he heard Law whine.Â
âNo! Donât stop!â He hid his face on his neck.Â
He could hear him moan against his ear, the way his voice seemed to break down with every second that went by was utterly divine. An amalgam of nonsense, his name and begs flee from his captainâs lips; he could tell he wasnât far from reaching his climax. He thanked the gods because he was in the same lane.Â
Reaching between their bodies, Khai grabbed Lawâs cock, pumping it and jerking it at the same time as he thrusted inside him. His sounds intensified; anyone near could easily hear him, blush and picture what was going on inside the room, and usually the doctor would try to control himself, but right on his loverâs arms, after all this time, he was too gone to care.Â
âIâm cumming, oh fuck, Iâm cumming.âÂ
âCum for me, sweetheart. Give yourself to me.âÂ
Thatâs all it took. Law covered Khaiâs chest with his cum, trembling and shaking with every squirt that came out. Eyes closed, lungs desperate for air and brain in an overload of ecstasy. Â
Khai was glad he had been able to make him reach his end, but now he was eager to get his. So, he pushed him off and rolled them around. He jerked his cock on top of Law, tugging on it eagerly, and the Heart Captain absolutely loved the view. Khaiâs face was dark red, some strands covering it along with sweat, plumped, bitten lips and a hunger in his eyes, his chest tattoo looking delicious along with his scars. It didnât take his lover much; in seconds, he too was covering his chest tattoo with this essence.Â
Law gave him a small smile and lay back, enjoying the bliss after sex.Â
They rejoiced in the silence and comfort of each other's presence. Not a word was needed. The genuine stares and the soft caresses were enough to say it all, how much they love each other, how much they missed each other, how it all finally felt okay, even if tomorrow was uncertain.Â
The surgeon is never good with words, but he knows the fighter understands his love language. He cleans them up and checks everythingâs alright before he allows himself to rest once again.Â
âI have never felt more fear than when you left,â Khai whispered against his hair.Â
âI know, IÂ apologise.â He squeezed his hand.Â
And because the need to feel each other close, alive was too strong, they both felt the fervour and desire filling their chests. Once just wasnât enough.Â
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play đ« | Eustass KiddÂ
Pairing(s): Eustass Kidd x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: You only misbehave cause you know he'll fuck the attitude right out of you.
Author's notes: ÂĄFeliz DĂa de Muertos! Happy Halloween! Or if you don't celebrate anything, I hope you had a good day đ« Kinktober is back on track, baby! Kidd might be an asshole, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't let him do whatever he wants. Let me know what you think! Thank you, @tsunami-of-tears, for the gorgeous dividers. Leave a comment to get tagged on the next days!
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Your captain is quite easy to rile up. Kidd is single-handedly the easiest man to rage-bait; even Killer often takes advantage of this. You love the man, but you love to annoy the shit out of him even more. You push his buttons in a way only you can, asking stupid questions or making comments that will for sure irk him.Â
âDo you ever wish you were taller?âÂ
âHuh? The fuck do you mean, I'm taller than ya!â He looks at you as if you've just wished his dick fell off, and maybe that would have been better.Â
âWell, yeah, but you arenât taller than Killer. You aren't even the second-tallest member in your own crew.âÂ
You can hear Killer laughing behind his hand, not wanting to anger the redhead further. Â
âWhat the hell are ya talking about!â His face is beginning to match his hair. Â
âI'm just saying, wouldnât you like to be taller?âÂ
Killer had to step in, âOkay, lady. Maybe slow down before he blows up the entire ship.â He said as he pushed you out the door by your shoulders, âHeâs a ticking time bomb... A small one at best, but a bomb nonetheless.âÂ
âCome back here and say that to my face, motherfucker!â You can hear him losing his shit.Â
âWhat would you do if you were handier?â You were sitting on the metal table next to the one he was working on, swinging your feet back and forth, acting all innocent.Â
Kidd stopped working and turned to look at you. You could already see a vein popping out of his glabella behind the goggles, and when he took them off, you confirmed just how tender the spot youâve poked was. âHandier?âÂ
âYeah, you know? If you could build complex things or fix them, what would you do?âÂ
His mouth may be silent for the first couple of seconds, but his eyes say everything. He looked like he wanted to destroy the entire ship and rebuild it with his bare hands just to prove a point. His hands shake in anger, and his shoulders tense as he tries to stop himself from choking you, but then, an idea appears. Heâll show you exactly how handy he can be.Â
You are aware of how you ended up in this position. And while in the back of your head, you are high-fiving yourself. On the outside, tears soak the silk blindfold thatâs over your lids, your brain is struggling to keep up with the pleasure and lack of oxygen, and the skin of your bottom is as red as Kiddâs lipstick. Â
"I'm sorry!" You cry as another spank hits against the raw skin of your ass.Â
"I don't give a fuck," he snarls.Â
"Kidd!"Â
"I thought I told ya to count. Want me to start over?"Â
"No! No, umm, fifteen?"Â
"Wrong!" Smack!Â
"Kidd, shit!"Â
"We are starting over, and this time I want ya to use yer dumb fucking head. Am I clear?"Â
You nod, a sob escaping your mouth.Â
Smack! "Answer me."Â
"Fuck! Yes, Kidd, yes."Â
"Good." And so, he continues.Â
Smack!Â
"One!"Â
Smack!Â
"Two!"Â
Smack!Â
"Three." You can barely speak. You can't stop shaking, and saliva drips down your chin.Â
"I can barely hear ya. Louder, woman!" His hand impacts the skin between your thigh and ass, your nerves sting, but you have never been wetter.Â
"Four!"Â
"Where's that audacity ya had moments ago, huh? Ya wanted to act like a bitch then I'll make you my bitch." Smack!Â
The torture continues for a while, until he feels he's satisfied with the art he's plastered on your skin and the amount of arousal that's covering his clothes. But don't be mistaken, he's nowhere done.Â
He pushes aside the lace of your panties and sees your wet cunt. Throbbing, soaked, clenching desperately around nothing, crying for nothing he can give. He smirks.Â
"Yer such a whore. Doing all this just to get yer hole filled." He dips his middle finger inside you with no warning.Â
You mewl, no mental capacity left.Â
Kidd may be a rough lover, but he never does more than you can take. He rubs your bottom, nursing the skin and making sure no real damage was done.Â
"Ya alright, lassie?"Â
You nod, but he isn't satisfied with this.Â
He grabs your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers, then he pushes the blindfold up, looking for any signs of discomfort in your eyes, "Words?"Â
"I'm good."Â
He pushes the blindfold down again and pushes you back on your stomach. His arm pushes your legs open, and his fingers toy with the skin around your core, teasing you, until he decides you've had enough.Â
Smack!Â
You scream, "Kidd!"Â
His fingertips smack against your clitoris, taking you by surprise, your back arches, and your legs try closing up, but he's quicker. He pushes you, keeping you in place.Â
"Don't ya dare move, slut."Â
He continues the assault on your bundle of nerves; you are sure the entire ship is aware of your activities. His name and obscenities keep brewing out of your mouth, but little do you care when the rough skin of his palm rubs against your core.Â
His fingers now rub on your clit, harsh and merciless, your legs thrash around and try pulling you away from him, but his metal arm won't let you. Your climax comes rapidly and violently, juices squirting out of you and staining everywhere, your skin is on fire, your limbs cry in exhaustion, and you feel like you are about to pass out, but your boyfriend knows you can take more.Â
"Yer such a dirty little slut. Beg for my cock, tell me how much ya want it."Â
Measly whines and moans leave your mouth, "please, Kidd, please, please, please..."Â
Eustass manhandles you so your back is against his chest, feet on the bed, his hands on your hips. You can't see anything, but his cock is angry red, big, thick, and leaking from the tip down to his heavy balls. He slaps it against the wet folds of your cunt, making you whine from the overstimulation.Â
"Beg." He says in your ear.Â
"Please."Â
"Please, what? Say it." Another slap.Â
"Please, fuck me." You whisper.Â
"Louder!" He demands.Â
"Fuck me, Kidd!"Â
His cock reaches your cervix in one thrust, kicking against it and making you clench almost to the point of choking it. Both of you gasp, and you feel like you might black out. He gives you a second, only that before his tempo begins. His hands push you up and down his length with no regard, just looking to push more and more moans out of you, chasing his and your pleasure. He feels huge inside you, and you can barely believe he's able to fit every time.Â
"Fuck! Ya feel so fucking good, lass."Â
His groans and moans only make you cling harder around him. Kidd's a vocal lover; he'll scream, groan, moan, and say whatever the hell he feels like in bed, and it couldn't be hotter. Unless you are the rest of the crew and have to endure an hour or more of hearing him.Â
You can feel everything: the warmth of his chest skin, the coldness of his left arm, the roughness of his grip on your body, the shakiness of his breath against your neck.Â
Your limbs feel like giving up, but you simply can't, not when you are this close.Â
"It feels so fucking good!" You cry.Â
"Ya only misbehave cause ya know I'll fuck the attitude right outta ya. Ya love being my cock sleeve, can't live without my cock."Â
You nod fervently. Whatever he said, whatever he wants, you'll agree.Â
One of his hands slaps on your clit, "Say it!"Â
You're on the edge, "Kidd!"Â
Smack! "Say it, ya whore!"Â
"I love your cock!"Â
He smirks, but he won't let up, "and what else?"Â
"And I love being your cock slut!"Â
"Good girl."Â
Smack!Â
That's it. Your knees give up, and your legs loosen up; your body is sent down to the floor, but he's quicker to grab you, pushing you against him and securing you there. You can't stop trembling, your body is overheated and overstimulated, and your throat is completely dry. Your eyes can barely open when he takes off the blindfold and makes you look at him. Your captain is smiling, feeling pleased with himself, but not completely satisfied.Â
"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, huh?" He kisses you hard, then pulls on your lip, "but don't ya worry yer little head, I'm not done yet."Â
